JUNE 1989
On the last day of school, the last year of high school,
the bell rings after your last class
and you think it's the last second of your adolescence.
You have to mark the event with a memorable slogan like:
"May the force be with you".
Or: "Champions of the world! Champions of the world!"
But most of all,
you just want to let off the steam that's built up over the years.
- Thanks for the book. - Tell me what you think.
Kundera's light years ahead of his time.
Antonio Martinelli, the biggest asshole Lit teacher in history.
Known as "The Prick" by four generations of students.
I was nothing more than a number to him.
Actually, a letter... C-.
To what do I owe the honor, Molinari?
- Do you have a second? - Just one, no more.
I just wanted you to know you're a total dick.
You've ruined the last few years of my life.
You made me hate school and I think you're a mega-loser.
I've been wondering for five years
where you buy these awful '70s jackets?
Is the dandruff included or is that your special touch?
And your bag? Same supplier?
And Miss Lattanzi thinks the same way.
There's no point in giving her Kundera,
someone like her would never put out for someone like you.
I felt great!
Too bad no one was there to witness it.
I humiliated him, I deserved a standing ovation.
Did you hear about Mr. Santoro?
He had an accident. He won't be here for the exams.
Guess who's taking his place?
- You're kidding. - I never kid.
Nice hair, come like that to the exams...
On the last day of the last year of high school,
when the bell rings after your last class,
you think it's the last second of your adolescence...
Total bullshit!
THE NIGHT BEFORE FINALS
Good for you, Luca. The biggest dork of the century.
If you pass, Ascoli will win the Nationals.
Massi, my best friend.
He has the record of dead grandparents.
35 old people sacrificed so he can get out of tests.
If The Prick sees us together, he'll flunk me too.
Simona!
Move your butt!
Sorry, the Nobel Prize winner for manners is calling.
Simona, the only woman alive able to put up with that idiot Massi.
She's a saint.
See you at the party tonight?
I don't feel like coming. And we weren't even invited.
It's embarrassing when you have a party and no one crashes it.
- I'm the DJ, I say you can come. - I don't feel like it.
- I doubt Martinelli got offended. - No, he just called him a dick.
Be at my house at 8!
No, I said no!
Dress sharp!
I said no!
Luca, tell me you didn't do it.
I have a female best friend too, Alice.
Talking to her over a yogurt drink is the greatest.
Besides suicide, there are three ways to avoid flunking.
What?
One: the hole in the ozone expands and wipes us all out.
What's two?
Two: a giant meteor
flies through the hole in the ozone and crashes into Martinelli's house.
Three: Vegan armies invade Earth because Grendizer's on vacation.
No, number three is study. It's the best way.
My last hope...
...the only one who'd understand me, was Riccardo, my best friend.
I know, I said that about Massi and Alice.
I have three, there's no "Top 40" for friends.
Who gives a shit? You were a year ahead anyway.
- So? - You'll be back on schedule.
Just light a joint and it'll be fine.
- I haven't flunked yet. - It's a matter of time.
It's so nice having friends.
"12 kilometers down the Appia on the right.
A beige Renault outside a gate.
Go past the oat field."
- What the fuck do oats look like? - I don't know.
- Like oatmeal. - Whatever.
"After two minutes take the first or second left
and you'll hear dogs barking.
It might be the third left, but I'm not really sure."
Simona, your boyfriend is so full of shit!
I'm leaving, thanks for the great evening.
Let's go. I bet they're going to the party.
And you're going to have fun too, Mr. Misery-Guts.
- Hi. - Hi.
Does anyone know whose party this is?
Yes, it's mine.
Oh, congratulations, then.
- You're not on the list, are you? - No.
I'm a friend of the DJ, DJ Mas.
He said...
Nice house, it's really pretty.
Especially the garden. It's so... English.
Give it up. It's her party.
Princess Leia.
- Today was my last day of school. - Mine too.
- I did the Science lyceum. - Mine was Classics.
Classics? That was a good choice because...
you get a broader education and Greek will help at university.
Greek makes me throw up.
My father made me go to the Classics lyceum.
I know what you mean, extinct languages are pointless.
How many girls have you picked up with this method?
Well... 2 or 3.
In Grade School.
- Champagne! Mademoiselle... - Merci.
- No problem. - You speak French?
Yes, my mother is from Paris.
I studied it at school and went to Paris for 2 months.
Your pronunciation is perfect.
Listen, it's your favorite.
- Favorite what? - Your favorite dance.
Oh, right... That one.
Adieu, mon amour.
- Anyway, my name is... - School's out!
That idiot!
- Does champagne stain? - I can't go home like this.
- Now what? - Follow me.
Where?
Here's the wardrobe, close the door.
- What are you doing? - Changing.
Not this one.
Do you like this? Put it on.
- We can't just... - Why?
What? Change your shirt.
Right, right away.
We should have a shower first.
A shower?
What do you mean?
Come here.
- Stop making a scene! - It was a kiss on the mouth!
It was a friendly gesture!
Do friends French kiss?
It was instinctive!
My instinct says to kick his ass!
I wanted that argument to last forever.
I know, Fonzie would have kissed her there and then.
But I wasn't Fonzie, I was Ricky Cunningham.
- Are you smelling me? - No.
I was checking for split ends.
- Okay, I was smelling you. - And?
Nice. Very nice.
How is it?
What are they doing?
Making up.
Never again, I love you.
I love my little buttercup.
You're my buttery buttercup. You're so buttery!
Are you kidding? You think she's right?
- You kiss friends on the lips? - Sometimes.
- You don't? - I dare them to try!
- Claudia, where the fuck were you? - Around...
Let's go, your brother just puked in the pool.
- Who's that? - No one.
Have you changed?
Claudia... The love of my life is Claudia.
Are you drunk?
I've never been drunk.
But why is everything spinning?
9 June. Positive thought:
The party was crowded, the music cool and sangria great.
Negative thought: the same one... Cesare.
He's been really edgy lately.
Don't you caution me, you little weasel!
The worst thing is 12 days, 6 hours and 23 minutes to exams.
Who invented final exams?
I want that bastard's name!
If I don't get top grade, dad will kill himself.
But will this grade ever make a difference in my life?
PS... I met a nice guy.
I can't even remember his name. Too bad.
I liked Raf better with "Self-Control".
Grandma, it was awful! With his fake English!
What? "You take my self..."
Quick, listenable. And most of all, international.
- Hello? - Today is the first day of freedom.
I couldn't care less. Dado and I broke up.
I swear on Tom Cruise I'll never see him again.
Then he makes that puppy-dog face...
- Tells you you're special... - I couldn't care less.
- How was the party? - Crowded.
- Tell her the best part. - I met a guy.
- What's he like? - There's something about him...
- Have you set a date? - For what?
The day you dump Cesare for good!
- I like him. - Like you would a goldfish.
You were 15 and he was 19 when you got together.
Now you're 19... and he's 15.
We're here for something important,
our final exams so...
- This one? - Too frumpy.
I'll just go naked.
- Do you think I'll pass? - Of course!
- Tell me the truth. - You're the only one who got an A.
- It would be impossible. - I flunked Math.
And Physics. I've got 43 absences.
You could've avoided that.
- What about this one? - No, too working-class.
Have you ever tried reading Dickinson at 10 a.m.?
In a park with the lifting fog...
"Had I not seen the sun, I could have borne the shade.
But Light a newer Wilderness, my wilderness has made."
What a drag!
- Claudia... - Can't you knock?
What for? Grandma was supposed to sew these.
- She's in the kitchen. - No, she's not in her room either.
She hasn't gone out, has she? Did she take her medicine?
How would I know?
Okay, guys. Five-minute break.
Hi, Claudia.
- So you joined. - Don't tell your dad, though.
- Or the cardiologist either? - He's such a pain.
- What about the physical? - Well...
Adele! You never told me you had such a pretty friend.
Cut it out! Claudia, meet Ludovico.
Hello, I know all about you.
You're about to graduate.
You like the beach but not the mountains.
And most of all, you like men over 70.
- Of course! - But I have some bad news.
My heart is already beating for another dancer!
But I will dance with you. Come on.
The most important thing about the exams
are the photocopies.
An authentic US army cartridge holder
containing 72 miniaturized essays, I repeat, 72!
Passing the written's your only hope.
Then even if you flunk the oral, Martinelli can't do fuck all.
- You're not normal. - But the stroke of genius is...
This: an engraved sticker
containing all the mathematical theorems and formulas in the world.
- You can't even read it! - Because I walked on it.
- Are you going to fly to the exam? - You're so anal.
So what about this Claudia?
Claudia is...
Like a sunset on a sailboat.
Like Tardelli's goal against Germany.
Like a general strike
when you didn't do your homework the night before.
Ouch...
We have to do something
or the lovebird will ruin our whole summer.
- Let's find this Claudia. - Should I throw Simon out?
Yes, do it.
Loredana, can't you see we're having a meeting?
Sorry.
What do we know about her?
- She went to a Classics lyceum. - She's got a boyfriend.
- That doesn't matter. - Yes, it does.
He's a moron, and she deserves better.
- And you're better? - Yeah.
If you didn't lay her yesterday, you've got no chance now.
Exactly. Is it even worth it?
This Claudia...
does she have nice buns?
Simona, how can you go out with him? He's as sensitive as a toilet seat.
You get used to life's misfortunes.
But guys, the point is...
- How do I find her? - Ask the girl who had the party.
What do I do?
"Hi, I crashed your party the other night and..."
- That's one way. - Come on!
I took down Spandau Ballet. With that hair...
- What are you putting up now? - Madonna and Nelson Mandela.
Nice couple. But I'd even be racier.
Gorbachev and Cicciolina.
The time has come, the legendary Santilli is here.
The reason I've been summoned?
Filippo, first I'd like to apologize for all the practical jokes.
I've always admired you.
As both student and... your look.
We called you to help us study for exams.
You can sail right through towards an A+.
- You want me to test you? - Yes.
And be ruthless, like a real exam.
Okay... ruthless.
But not too much, we'll get demoralized.
- Okay, in what subject? - Italian.
Something that goes for written and oral.
Let's start with an elementary inquiry.
Considering what we've studied,
in your opinion,
how much has Jansenism influenced Manzonian Poetics?
Back-up question?
- Wait, let me think. - You think you know?
- I do. - He knows.
- Give him time! - Answer!
- What was it? Jansen... - Johnson who?
- Get the dictionary! - Jansenism...
- Why wouldn't I know? - Trick question!
Tell the truth: there's no such thing as Jansenism.
There it goes... yes!
And Lothar Matthäus strikes again!
- Again? It's one-nil. - I know.
- Wait. - Excuse me!
- I have exams in ten days. - Good luck, babe.
What record? Your team won by pure luck.
- You didn't deserve it. - Luck?
26 wins, 6 ties, 2 losses, average + 7, that's luck?
It's the start of a string of wins for Inter.
Why don't you two go out? You get on just great!
- Your sister's moody. - Time of the month.
That's a penalty!
Up yours!
Some pie? It's sour cherry.
Thanks Grandma. Not right now.
- What about you, Chicca? - Sure, thanks.
When will you know who got through to the exams?
- Tomorrow. - Then I'll make a cake to celebrate.
Let's hope there's something to celebrate.
Up yours! Under the crossbar.
Go! You black and blue bastard!
Looks like your boyfriend tied.
ADMITTED TO EXAM
Yes!
All right!
NOT ADMITTED
Chicca...
- Hello? - Claudia? It's Chicca's mom.
Hi, Mrs. Salvatori.
Is she over there? She hasn't come home.
No, she's not here.
Did they announce exam admissions?
Yes.
They didn't let her through, right?
No, they didn't. I'm sorry.
- All right. Thanks. - Bye.
I still can't believe it. He admitted me to the exams!
Your average grade is C.
He'll get you on the oral. When you're face to face.
That's when Martinelli will get his revenge.
Alice, stop freaking me out!
- You're so... Oh God, it's The Prick! - What?
It's Martinelli!
Let's go.
Peppe! What happened?
Someone stole your teacher's Simca 1000. Great taste!
Let's go!
If he sees me, he'll think I did it.
- He saw us! - Follow me.
Hi, what happened?
You tell me. In this screwed up country?
I was renting a movie and my car got stolen.
And they're like those 3 monkeys round here: hear no, see no, speak no evil.
Luca can take you to the police.
- He's got his scooter. - No, I'll take the bus.
The bus is a nightmare.
And Luca would be glad, right?
Sure, I'll take you.
- On your scooter? - Yes.
So where is this road monster?
Luca Molinari, claims under his own responsibility
that he personally knows Antonio Martinelli,
born in Asti, 16 July 1945.
- Yes. - All right, sign and date.
Legible.
Wait a couple of minutes and I'll give you copies.
This is all I needed.
I don't care about the papers, I've got copies.
It sounds weird, but I'm upset about the car.
A Simca 1000 is a great car.
Fuck... Darn it.
How long does it take to make a copy?
- It's 8:00! - Your wife must be worried.
My wife... She's been gone for a year.
I'm so sorry. You never told anyone.
- I would have come. - Come where?
She's alive, she left me. For some yuppie, a lawyer.
That's good.
I mean... You know...
That's good she's still alive.
Not that she left you... for a yuppie.
After graduation, you should go into public relations.
- All right, thanks. - No problem.
Sorry you had to pedal up that hill.
But don't think this changes things between us.
Since the 19th century is nothing but a black hole to you,
come over Monday to revise.
Was this a trap, a set-up?
He pretends it's help then he humiliates me, like Alice said.
That's it, the slimeball! How can I say no?
Well?
- All right, what time? - 4:00.
Don't be late.
It's fate.
My only chance is to risk my hand in the enemy's den.
- Hi everyone. - Dad, where were you?
The police station, my car got stolen.
- Finally some good news! - Hooray!
Some idiot actually stole that car?
I apologize if I work to give my family
a home, clothes and an education
but forgot to buy a Ferrari!
- Where did it happen? - Near the video store.
Did you get "Rambo III"?
Wait a minute...
I told you my car got stolen and you ask about Rambo?
Want a reason to call the child abuse hotline?
Talk about Rambo at your exam!
- I studied all day! - You got up at 1:00.
- I studied from 1:00 on. - Whatever.
Dad, Chicca and Valentina and I want to go to Ibiza.
- Did I hear the word Ibiza? - It's not planned.
I wanted to know how much money you can...
First of all, I want all your teachers' scalps.
Then we'll discuss Ibiza, okay?
My potato gateau is delicious. Give me your plate.
No, my stomach's in a knot.
Ibiza... what's in Ibiza?
The closer I got to my meeting with The Prick,
the more the nervousness prevented me from studying.
I gave it my all,
but with the wrong friends, it's hopeless.
- History question. - Just remember...
If it's about World War II, I don't know shit.
Listen:
who was Italy's third goalie in the 82 championships?
- Castellini. - No... Bordon.
The legendary Giovanni Galli.
He wasn't even on the bench,
how can you consider him a world champ?
Existential questions like this
marked the end of our study sessions.
I still don't know what you want.
You see, Princess... I... we wanted...
Some information. We snuck into your party.
You have a really nice house, very "in".
Luca fell madly in love with a girl.
- That's nice. - Madly is exaggerating.
- Her name's Claudia. - She has dark, wavy hair.
She's about her height.
Claudia... Claudia... Don't know anyone with that name.
She must have snuck in too.
Could be, I'd never seen most of the people here.
They stole a lot of stuff. Including a T-shirt like yours.
Really? I bought this one...
...in a store...
Who cares? Thanks anyway.
Wait! By the way...
There was some old geezer filming at the party.
- Yes, my father. - I see...
He's hopeless. Could we have a copy?
Sure, give me back my T-shirt.
That's her!
Pretty, isn't she?
If you say so...
I watched those 10 seconds of Claudia all night long.
Alice says I'm a psychopath, I think she's right.
12 June. 9 days, 8 hours, 14 minutes left.
I've read that, unlike men, women can do two things at once.
And it's true.
That romantic night, I was studying astronomy.
That's the Big Dipper.
SAD GIRL
You know what my dad said?
"So what? You'll do better next year."
What must I do to get a slap out of him?
What the hell must I do?
I can lend you my dad.
No, thanks.
I'll give you a good deal, I'll throw in my nerdy brother.
- Then I want Grandma too. - No, she's mine.
- Hi, Massi. - Hi, Loredana.
- Come in. - Where's Simona?
She'll be back in an hour.
In an hour...
- What are you up to? - Killing time.
With a flight-attendant mother, you're always alone.
Then get a boyfriend.
All the guys I like are already taken.
- Really? - Yes.
Once you pass 50 centimeters,
a kiss is automatic, it's a scientific rule.
49... 48...
47...
46...
Well? Then what?
Then...
I took a deep breath... and fought it.
- Good job, Massi. - Up to 42.
Then I gave in.
Once, twice... okay. But then I banged her.
You screwed her? You idiot!
- Your girlfriend's sister! - She's hot though.
- And fucks like hell! - Really?
She's a little girl!
She'll go tell everyone, even write it in her diary.
And when Simona finds out, you're dead.
We talked about it. It won't happen again.
We're 18 now, at our age...
it's our sacred duty...
...to screw.
All right, but wash the dishes first. Bye.
- Bye... - Bye, Mom.
This story was a big deal, but my mind was elsewhere:
my meeting with The Prick.
Claudia, can you get that? It's a student.
Okay.
- How much money can you lend me? - Why?
I'm going to Berlin.
Berlin? Are you crazy?
What's this all about?
- Hello? - Come in, Molinari.
That's my daughter, she's your age.
She's cute.
- Have seat. - Okay.
Thanks.
You're probably wondering why I invited you.
Okay, a little.
The things you told me at school the other day
are the same things my wife said when she left.
- With the yuppie? - Yes.
I ruined the last years of her life, I'm a loser.
And she loathes the jackets I love so much.
I didn't really think those things.
Yes, you did. You did.
So did she.
Let's talk about Romanticism.
Okay...
Romanticism is a cultural orientation
that comes from the English word: "Romantic"
which was used in the 17th century
to refer to... in a bad way...
I'd even say derogatory.
Yes... the chivalric adventures in the old "romances".
- Nice. - It's fucking luck.
I mean... luck. I studied it yesterday.
See, it's people like you who piss me off.
You could get an A using half your brain.
But you don't study, you blow it off, hang out with your pals...
And get a C at the exam.
A C+ if you're lucky. Fucking lucky.
But...
If I wasn't this fucking lucky... Shit!
- Bye, we're going out. - Bye, girls.
Bye.
I'm sorry.
A little glue and it's brand new again.
Almost new.
Are you sure Stefan can put you up?
We always write. He's still head over heels.
He said Berlin is full of opportunities for us.
He also says they'll knock the wall down.
- Just to get you in bed! - Even so!
I got something for you.
It's our favorite compilation tape.
I can't believe it.
Dire Straits, The Cure, Vasco Rossi.
But most of all, "Save A Prayer" live.
The stadium, June 1, 1987.
How could I forget?
The lights go down, Simon starts singing...
We're holding lighters like idiots!
Thanks.
- Good luck with your exams. - Bring me back a piece of the wall.
You will be back, won't you?
I'm coming!
What's wrong?
- We're supposed to study. - When?
I've got Martinelli soon, let me in.
Simona's here and we're not studying.
- Sorry. - Let me know how it goes, bye.
He's insane...
Open up!
Come on!
- What's your problem? - Move it!
You're such an asshole!
Loredana... Simona's here!
- What? - Simona's on her way up!
- Don't let her in! - She's got a key!
- Are you crazy? - Well, I always lose them.
Good thinking!
- In the bathroom. - No.
In your room, in the kitchen...
- On the balcony! - I'm naked!
Big deal.
Shit, a hickey!
- You're here? - I was in the bathroom.
- What happened? - Stiff neck.
I caught a draft on the scooter.
- Look, we have to talk. - Here?
Let's go for a walk.
So what's this about? What's the mystery?
- I'm late. - Well, I'm never on time myself.
Late?
How late?
One week.
Is that a lot?
Kind of, I'm always regular.
You're regular...
Look... In the remote possibility you're...
What are your options? Would you keep it or...
- You? - I don't know.
- I'm 18, I've never considered it. - And I have?
- Tell me you love me. - Hell yeah, like crazy.
What do I tell him now?
"Sorry my friend's an idiot. Please flunk him too.
No, pass him so I won't see him anymore."
- Massi, finally! - We have to talk.
- I'm late. - You too?
I'll call you later.
Claudia!
Hey!
What are you doing here?
Molinari... Molinari!
Planet Earth to Molinari!
Answer me!
Sorry, I was daydreaming.
I'm having trouble concentrating lately.
You have for five years now.
- I guess I should go. - Stay there.
Family problems?
No, I never see them.
- They're always at the store. - A girl?
You could say that.
- Want to talk about it? - There's nothing to say.
I don't even know where she lives.
She's the love of my life.
Wow!
You're right, I have to think about the exams now.
- End of story. - I didn't say that.
When there's something you're interested in,
go after it and get it.
I drove all night long to tell my wife I loved her.
Two days later I took my last college exam...
...and got 30 out of 30.
Someday I'll score 30 too, but it won't be a good enough grade.
30? You're an optimist!
Exactly.
I'm starting to freak out.
How long is this going to take?
- Relax. - I'd like to see you.
- Well? Is it turning red? - No.
Two more minutes. Relax.
I'd like to see you.
- Well? - Nothing.
- Nothing nothing? - Maybe.
It's a matter of hormones. She could still be pregnant.
If she doesn't have her period, she has to get tested.
15,000 liras down the drain...
Sorry, I'm stressed out.
You all call Mr. Santoro "foam mouth"
and I can see why.
You call Miss Paternesi "Alien" and she looks just like one.
You haven't given me some nickname now, have you?
- I have to go now. - Tell me, it won't hurt my feelings.
- It won't? - Of course not.
Well... I've heard... Some people say...
- But not me! - Come on!
They say: "The Prick".
Thanks for everything, bye.
"The Prick"... that's gratifying...
- What are you doing? - Why aren't you studying?
That thing you do with books before exams...
Mom's right. You are boring.
Well, at least that's a step up from being a prick.
I'm going to flunk.
I win, I'm going to be a father.
You might be. I'll flunk for sure.
Guys, it's ready.
Massimo, I made pesto sauce, your favorite.
Thanks, ma'am.
Right... as if you deserved it.
Fate was being totally ruthless with us.
There was only one thing that could cheer us up that night.
Cheers, cheers, cover me in kisses...
Cheers, cheers, taste it then tell me...
Cheers, cheers, we'll be good friends...
Man oh man, you guys are lame.
All right, I know. Let's make this night worth it.
- Ever gone 200km/hr? - On a Vespa?
With Daddy's Porsche.
And now, the climax.
- Let's go check out the whores! - All right!
- Can I drive? - Are you crazy?
Just once, what's the big deal?
Come on.
Make one scratch and my dad will break our legs.
Relax, at driving school they called me Niki Lauda.
Whatever...
I always ask and you never let me!
Well, he's going to flunk school, this is his last wish.
Thanks a lot.
Hey Niki Lauda... Go fuck yourself!
You did 1 .5 million liras of damage!
Simona's going to wait a week to go to the gynecologist.
My dad comes back Wednesday, where will I find the money?
If she's pregnant, my life has bit the dust.
We can't do a robbery because we're not credible.
No one would ever loan us any money.
We need a brilliant plan but I've never had one.
I'll never be able to play soccer at 3 a.m. again,
or Interrail around, or get drunk at Oktoberfest
or play a two-day non-stop game of "Dungeons and Dragons".
Or screw your future-wife's sister.
- It was an accident. - Twice!
- You're so anal. - Guys!
Jokes are only funny for a while!
Give me back my trunks, please.
You don't want to upset me!
I'm going to count to three!
One, two...
two and a half... three!
Chicca called me from Berlin last night.
She said they really might knock down the wall.
Who cares? It won't change anything for us.
Plus that was stupid of her to leave like that.
She acts all intellectual but she's really shallow.
Did you see that cute two-piece?
That colored one? I want it.
Sometimes I wish I could be like you.
Thanks!
Alice sure put on two melons, she's developed since last summer.
Forget Alice, check out that other one.
Check out those mushrooms... Let's go foraging!
- What do you say? Ready to study? - After this.
- Can you play goalie? - Move over, Zoff!
I even brought some used "Cliff Notes".
Cliff Notes won't get you very far.
Goal!
Hey... concentrate!
Anyway, when you don't know the answer, "Cliff Notes" rule.
I'd even sell my mother for the essay.
Are you blind or what?
- What did you just say? - I'd do anything.
That's the brilliant idea we needed for the car.
What one thing would we do anything for?
- Kim Basinger. - Screw that. Our essay topics.
- We don't know the topics. - It doesn't have to be the real ones.
- That's fraud! - That's an exaggeration.
No, she's right this time.
You wrecked my dad's car, so keep quiet.
"Move over, Zoff," huh?
Never mind, we'd better go anyway.
You're not leaving, are you? I'm talking to you!
What about his suit?
Bye!
Come on now... Hit it high!
Cesare!
- What a dive! - Cesare.
What is it, babe?
- We're hungry, let's go. - Wait.
Two more points to break the tie.
- Pippo's dinner is tonight. - It's my mom's boyfriend's party.
- The one with the Ferrari? - Unfortunately.
All of us, right now.
We've got the whole world ahead.
We've got so many dreams...
Thank you!
Come and sing with us.
- I've got all the Alan Sorrenti songs. - No, thanks.
Honey... Ottavio and I have thought a lot about your future.
And we've got a surprise for you... You tell her!
- You do the honors. - Okay.
Guess who Ottavio called for you?
The Pope?
- The Dean of LUISS University. - He's a family friend.
So it's just a matter of paperwork to get you into law school!
Then in two years you can come work for me.
You'll get your own office.
- I've got something to tell you. - Go ahead!
I've thought about my future too.
I'm not studying Lit like dad wants, or Law like this guy wants.
- I'll do what I want. - And what's that?
I don't know but don't worry, you'll be the first to know.
So you can tell these assholes who say they're your friends.
Goodbye, have a nice party!
- There's more food, who wants some? - Me!
Here, now pay up.
Who else?
- Me! - You again, Santilli?
- Everyone have some? - Are you happy?
- Could the essays be fake? - What?
Just be glad we invited you.
If you don't trust us, there's the door.
Look Filippo, they're envelopes from the Ministry.
"The Greenhouse Effect and the Hole in the Ozone,
two hazards generated by human wickedness.
Please explain how..." They're really tough!
There's a team of nerds behind these topics!
Tell him.
No, I'm not going for this.
Give me one good reason why we have to break up.
There are more than 100 here.
- What is this? - Read it.
One hundred?
You thought of 100 reasons...
You're not normal at all.
And I shouldn't have to read this, out of male pride!
But out of curiosity, I'll pick one out randomly.
"23: You're conceited." Me? Conceited?
I don't like this way of doing things.
Tell me to my face instead of writing them because...
It's stupid.
"48: You're too hairy."
I can fix that, I'll get waxed!
"56: Uncouth."
Me? Uncouth? Uncouth? When?
You little bitch! You fucking bitch!
Hey Claudia, go fuck yourself!
A good presenter has to be:
A: ctor.
Actor.
B: Alive. But who cares about that...
C: He has to know...
Grandma...
I broke up with Cesare.
Come on, I'll take you to bed.
Grandma.
Grandma!
Dad!
Claudia.
Ludovico.
Who was that guy?
Grandma's boyfriend.
Grandma's boyfriend?
Can't you sleep?
- You haven't played forever. - Feels like longer.
I have to sleep or I'll never study tomorrow.
Wait...
36 hours to exams and I'm no longer afraid.
- Hello? - Luca, put on the radio!
...From the Ministry of Education.
- What's happening? - A lot, unfortunately.
We aren't going to have all the exams ready in time.
- So what will happen? - We have no other option.
We've passed a decree saying
all those admitted to their exams automatically pass.
There is a God!
Yes!
Italo Svevo... Fuck you!
Salvatore Quasimodo... Fuck you too!
Alice!
Luca, look!
It's The Prick. Guys, it's the Prick!
Prick! You've got to die!
You've got to die!
Now everyone to the beach!
- Guys, it's unbelievable! - What do you want?
- It was a joke. - Fuck off, you nerd.
- Shut up, it's not true. - They said it on the news.
The ones who did it got suspended.
It's true.
Your test results show
you have a beta hCG level of 6309.
So...
So?
So you're in your fifth week. Congratulations!
Congratulations...
Now what? What do we do?
You wait 9 months,
or less, and then a baby is born.
- Or... - Or what?
Or you change gynecologists.
We've decided to keep it.
- Both of you, or just her? - We both decided.
She was more for it, but... That's all right.
I'll start working for my dad and screw being an engineer!
So goodbye Massi the Bullshitter
and hello the new Massimiliano in a suit and tie.
How sad...
- Honey! - Honey, my ass!
- Simona! - Screw you, you make me sick!
- You both make me sick! - Who?
My sister, for fuck's sake! What's wrong with you?
"11 June, Massi kept insisting...
- ...I couldn't say no." - It was her!
Fuck you!
Shut up or I'll kill you! First you, then her!
You idiots... No, I'm the idiot because I'm pregnant with your baby!
- Get way! - Simona!
- Fuck off! - Wait, come back!
Looks like Massi the Bullshitter has risen from the dead.
The night before exams is weird.
You have the feeling of failure.
No matter what you study, you can't absorb it.
You're so nervous you can't even breathe.
You grab on to any sign of hope.
Ours was a certain Lorenzo Falaschi.
A serial flunker from the suburbs
who apparently has the essay topics, the real ones.
- Who's Riccardo? - I am.
- Falaschi? - That's what they call me at school.
- Call me Piranha. - Okay, sorry... Piranha.
- Got the 500,000 liras? - Yes.
Here.
- It's all there, we counted it. - I trust you.
But, Piranha...
- The essay topics? - They'll be here, chill out.
- Yes? - It's Massi again.
- Can you get Simona? - Hi, Massi.
She can't talk right now.
You don't get it, you have to...!
Sorry, I just need to talk to her.
I know, but you can't right now.
Tell her I'm staying here...
until she comes out. Will you tell her?
All right...
- He won't leave. - Who gives a shit?
- Simona, I'm sorry. - Fuck off!
He started it!
Drop dead!
The bill, please.
3 years ago, the pizza your brother had
the night before exams was good luck.
- Hopefully it works for you too. - That was middle school!
It was still hard.
- Compared to high school? - Yes, why?
Stop acting up, there's a student of mine.
Hi, Mr. Martinelli.
- Hello, Alice... Mr. and Mrs. Corradi. - Good evening!
This is Alice, she has her exams too tomorrow.
- Hi, I'm Claudia. - Claudia?
You're Claudia?
Yes, why?
No reason.
How can I explain this? Listen up, fool!
Go and genuflect somewhere else!
- I'm not moving. - She's obviously pissed off at you.
I'm sure she's got a good reason.
- How would you know? - I'm a cop, not a pizza man!
You know how many genuflectors I've had to remove? Tell him!
He's not budging...
He's a fool in love. He's taken up residence here.
Should I arrest him?
Shall we go for a drink?
All that talking you're doing probably dried your throat out.
I wish I had a dog as a partner, they talk more.
He's still there.
Guys, the topics are here. Hot off the Ministry press.
Go and call Alice and Massi.
- Hello? - Alice? Guess what...
We've got the topics. Let's meet outside Simona's.
- Massi's already there. - Good.
- See you there. - I'm not coming.
- What's wrong? - Luca...
- I met Claudia. - What? Where?
The question isn't "where", it's "with who".
With who?
- With The Prick. - Claudia with Martinelli?
He's 30 years older than her!
You idiot, she's his daughter!
Hello? Did you hear me?
What do I do now? He'll kill me if he sees me.
Do you really like Claudia?
Yes.
Luca! Where are you going?
You can't leave me here!
Look at this...
"Greenhouse Effect and Hole in the Ozone Layer,
two hazards generated by human wickedness..."
"Wickedness"? These are ours!
These are our topics!
- Mr. Martinelli... - Look what the cat dragged in...
I messed up, as I always do. Please don't kick me out.
I'm tempted, tell me why I shouldn't.
A crazy thing happened.
I told you about that girl...
- And I knew nothing about her. - And?
It's your daughter. I'm in love with Claudia.
I did what you told me to do: I ran over to tell her.
Please, let me in.
Come in, trouble-maker.
Claudia! You've got a visitor.
- Hi. - Hi.
- You're the guy... - I'm Luca.
- Luca! - Well, I'm going.
I can't stop thinking about that night!
You're telling me.
I have something really important to tell you.
- Me too. - You do?
- Yes. - Well, all right then...
You go first.
- I was wondering... - Yes?
That cute friend of yours, the French one at the party.
- Riccardo? - Riccardo.
Can I have his phone number?
The oldest story in the book: he wants her, she wants another.
And the other one is always your best friend.
Didn't work out, did it?
Sooner or later it happens to everyone.
Yes, but when it's you...
You see, Molinari... Luca.
It doesn't matter what you find after your search.
It's what you feel during your search.
And going back to us, study Leopardi.
- Leopardi? - If you get stuck, I'll ask you that.
Thanks.
Goodbye.
So that was that night.
I didn't kiss Claudia and there was no happy ending.
Yet I'll remember it forever because it was a special night.
And I never felt again, as often happens in life,
the magic I felt that night.
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The name of...
...this phenomenon is... tectonic plaques.
It sounds like a bad word but...
No, it's scientific.
Because, actually, these plaques...
shift because they're...
very slippery and...
Molinari, you're getting stuck.
He's nervous.
- Can I ask him a question? - Of course.
Let's try Italian.
I'd like you to talk about a great poet
that we studied very carefully.
His name is...
Giosuè Carducci.
Yes.
Carducci was born near Lucca in 1835
and died in Bologna in 1907, one year after winning a Nobel Prize.
He was a poet and literary critic.
As a republican, he sided with the monarchy
and was named "National Poet".
His work as a critic...
One thing I learned after five years of high school:
never trust a teacher.
So I studied all Italian poets.
All of them... except Leopardi.
LITERATURE TEACHER