This time I won't say it again
That you're my big mistake
We need to grow up now
Unfortunately it means that I chose you
Evanescent
Like a comic book of heroes
And adventure
It means that I too am following
My own goal
Dreaming
And I'll try once more with you again
Even though I know
I couldn't
Without a shred of mind
Like you hated...
Are you listening to me?
Yes, sorry. I was...
I was thinking about something. Tell me.
-You went out with Perry. -It's not that.
-No, you went out with Perry. -Yes.
-Yes, I did. -Great. Well done, Achille!
Open up! Share! How did it go?
-How was it? Well... -How was it?
Very bad.
So bad.
Perfect.
I booked this amazing restaurant, a slightly isolated place.
Off the beaten track.
It was so far away, it took ages to get there.
A gastroerotic journey.
I couldn't even tell what we were eating, some sort of clams, I guess.
Snails.
Snails are very erotic, if you know how to eat them.
He ate them like this.
Very sophisticated.
Like this. He scared me a bit.
-And then? -And then I took her home...
Nothing. Not even a kiss.
I'm not going to be the one who takes the first step,
it's supposed to be mutual.
Look, I was really disappointed.
Because on the radio, he sounds like...
very masculine.
Like Ricky Memphis, you know.
-Well. -He's a sex bomb that...
But face to face...
Above average. When under pressure, I outperform.
-Ask me. -What should I ask?
Is she the right woman for me?
Yes, Marce'. She may be the right woman.
Thank you for asking.
NO ACTIVITY: ITALY
-Does it hurt? -Of course it hurts, I've been shot.
But that's not the point.
While that bastard stitched me up,
I felt that he was laughing,
and it's really bothering me.
Do you think he made fun of me?
Look here, look at this wound.
Doesn't it look like Damiano from Måneskin?
What exactly?
-Look. Here. -The stitches?
Are you saying he made it look like Damiano from Måneskin?
Look, that's the nose.
And when I do that, you can see that open-mouth smile of his.
Like Damiano, when he also opens his arms.
When he take selfies or when he jumps on the audience during concerts?
-What do you mean? It's the same. -Well, no.
During a concert he's a global rockstar, in selfies he's just being himself.
-You had some sugar, kid. -No, I swear, Toni.
-You snorted cocaine. -I didn't.
Yes, you sniffed some with Bartolo the other day, I'm sure of it.
Yes, I tried some. But just because I didn't want to be rude. Or upset him.
-Oh, I see. And then? -And then...
-He disappeared. -Oh, he disappeared?
He left without saying anything.
-He didn't say anything. -Right.
The boss is asking me where his nephew is.
They're cousins twice removed. And as for where he is?
He left. He said he needed a break. Too much stress.
He wanted some time alone.
-And he left you the cocaine? -Exactly.
He said he didn't want it anymore.
A beautiful redemption story, right?
A young man who starts anew. I like to think I had something to do with that.
Maybe when we met, something...
I HAD A GREAT TIME, WANNA GO OUT TOMORROW?
MOUSTACHE WAXING
LET'S TALK WHEN I FINISH
Is he getting clingy?
No, he was nice.
He asked me out again.
You lied to me, huh? You little liar.
No, I mean. It wasn't a great night.
But I didn't say I wouldn't go out with him again.
What do you mean with...
"It's all good. Your explanation was convincing?"
Or is it...
As in...
"Are you hiding something from me, like the fact that you killed Bartolo?"
Look at you.
Yet another victim of drugs.
What happened to the good young man who grew up at the orphanage?
Who had the right role models.
Alessia Merz and myself.
What would Alessia say if she saw you like this?
"Let's talk when I finish."
Too cold?
Maybe add an emoji.
-But look, she's smiling. -No, Marcello. This is not a smile.
That's when you're happy.
When my wife said she didn't love me,
she had the same smile plastered on her face, exactly like that.
Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt,
but how long am I supposed to stay here?
One hour, or all night.
It depends on if and when the suspect shows up.
Of course. Anyway, he was walking
around the containers.
A shadow of medium height with weird brown hair.
He was walking. And when he saw me...
Well, Marce'...
Let's wait.
-We have no choice. -No choice.
-Diotallevi? -Yes?
Bartolo forgot even his phone.
Really? He forgot his phone?
-Well, it happens. -Does it?
How many times do you go out without your phone?
-Me? Always. -Never!
-Do you know why? -Why?
Because going out without your phone
is like going out with no underwear.
-What do you mean? -What I mean,
is that no one will notice, but you feel a bit naked, anyway.
But from time to time it's good to strip ourselves off of technology.
Even Bartolo always said, "We're always playing with our phones."
"We don't talk anymore", Toni.
Bartolo said: "No more phone. I don't want to see it anymore."
Where are you going?
To take a leak.
No, go do it outside, Toni.
Sure. So they'll shoot me again.
No, really, Toni.
You know that I can't stand strong smells.
It's the priests' fault who made me eat things I didn't like.
I have a sensitive nose, now.
Go...
Don't need to anymore?
Where are you going, Toni?
Don't you need to take a leak?
And how did Bartolo end up in here?
What's this? A pig switchboard operator?
MARCELLA SINGS NAPLES
Excuse me...
But what do you...
What do you do here all night?
What do we do?
We usually talk a lot, we share, we try to open up...
We keep our eyes peeled.
Because all hell could break loose any minute in here.
-So keep an eye outside, Laura, okay? -Yes.
-Her name is not Laura. No. -No?
"You'll be joined by Laure Gilardi, 32 years old, psychologist,
"to help you identify a suspect."
So, it's Laure.
-No. -I'm sorry.
No, it's pronounced Laure.
He ate them like that.
The sound doesn't convey it. I'll show you when we meet.
A thing...
-Laure. -Laure.
Laure.
I don't get the difference.
Wait.
She pronounces it "Laure".
My ex-husband.
He has a new girlfriend.
A certain Benedetta.
She looks exactly like me.
-Yes? -Yes.
-Really? -It's unbelievable. I mean...
Look at her profile. Look.
Identical.
My God.
-Yeah, identical. -Right?
-Laure. -Laure.
When did you two split up? Two, three years ago?
As if, not even six months ago.
Well, Tiziano left some comments under this girl's photos,
Friendly comments, for sure. One can tell they were good friends.
Look at this one, for example.
Two and a half years ago.
"You're so beautiful."
I mean...
-On social media... -Of course.
-I also have friends... -Well, I do too.
We're not old-fashioned. No.
-Yes. -This one is from three years ago, see?
"Wow, I'd like to be that bikini."
"You have lovely feet, I'd pay to lick them all over."
That's a nice friendship.
-Who are you with? -Nobody.
-Who sent you? -Nobody, Toni, I swear.
Wait, I get it.
You're with the Neapolitans.
The Neapolitans from Avellino, those who only claim they're from Naples!
Toni, everyone from Campania often say they're from Naples.
Even those from Santa Maria Capua Vetere. Where is that?
-I know it! -Beautiful town.
The food's amazing there!
And tourism there has skyrocketed recently.
Why did you kill him? Why?
I couldn't stand him anymore, Toni. He was unbearable.
Besides, I didn't even want to kill him.
But I make a mess of things just by breathing.
I have a curse on me, what can I do?
Understand, Toni, he was only here because he had connections.
You can talk behind the backs of people with connections. People know that.
-But you can't kill them. -I know.
You'd have only 12 people left in this country!
I know, Toni. You're right.
But when he said that you were a loser, I just lost it.
What?
-What did he say? -That you're a loser.
In what way?
That you're an old-fashioned criminal, ineffective, decadent,
démodé.
-A loser. -A loser, exactly.
He said that.
Well...
Are you still upset?
-This bastard with connections... -He was a bastard, yes.
-Bastard, you just had connections! -Bastard!
-No, he's dead already. -He's dead already. So...
-Did I do well? -You did.
I did well. Put it... You're great, Toni.
-Very good. -Toni Totaro said I did well.
Something is missing.
-What should we do? -Let me think.
What does the great Toni Totaro have in mind?
Two points deducted.
Come on, Katia. It's not my fault if your husband...
You should've minded your own business.
-Three points deducted. -Fine.
Think.
THINK
I know someone who can answer our prayers.
We want the same thing, you and I.
That you leave this place. Someone can help us.
A man that, like you, was consumed by rage for years.
-Nicola, I'm not consumed by rage. -But he's changed now.
He's very powerful and on the right path.
Saint Jerome Sophronius.
Patron saint of the wrathful and translators.
Why do translators have a patron saint?
If I'm translating French, I don't say: "Saint Jerome, help me."
I'll get the dictionary and...
Jerome had sudden outbursts of anger, like you had with that poor man.
-He wasn't poor. -Like you, he immediately regretted it.
-Do you regret it? -I just want to leave, Nicola.
Any time that poor Jerome felt rage,
-he'd beat himself. -What?
He'd beat himself on the chest with claystone.
Pray.
Saint Jerome.
He will beat his chest for you with the stones.
Wait a second, Nicola. I want to check something to make sure.
"I'd like to be the bikini."
Fuck!
We're in 2024.
How can you still talk about saints, stones... Please. Today's a nightmare.
There he is.
Another example of shitty men.
You're teaming up with her?
What? Are you craving the attention of the young mare?
You filthy, disgusting onanist.
Don't you have anything else to do?
I've just stopped a robbery with 13 hostages.
"Me, me, me"! He's the only one that works here. Get lost!
Car 12?
Please,
do you have anything to report?
Nothing to report.
-Don't be nervous about that text. -I'm not nervous.
-He's nervous about the text. -I'm not nervous.
Couldn't you give him some advice, doctor?
No, I can't. I don't know him.
So what?
It's not like you know any of the patients who come for the first session.
Why don't we discuss this emoji issue together?
Why did Perry use the most ambiguous one of all?
Do you think she's cold? Your professional opinion.
It's not my place to say.
She might have a poor relationship with her mother.
Well, that's called...
You're thinking Oedipus complex.
The Electra complex is for the mother.
-The Oedipus complex. -Oedipus.
I have a question as well.
My wife is always chatting with this Ruben on a dating app.
I suspect that Ruben isn't his real name.
It's an aphrodisiac name, don't you think?
I think you should leave me alone!
Just leave me alone!
I'm fed up with people asking me questions
as if I were a fortune teller.
I'm not just a psychologist.
I'm a human being!
I have my own feelings!
1970s revival night. Wonderful.
I had a nice mojito. Do you think I drank it?
No, I didn't drink the mojito.
I spent all night in a parking lot,
talking with Valentina about her father, when she was eight.
About the time he refused to hold her hand when crossing the street.
Fuck off, Valentina!
You're 38. Forgive your father.
And last summer.
Finally on holiday.
A heavenly beach, a truly beautiful thing.
At one point, a handsome entertainer approached me.
He comes over to my sunbed.
I think, "He's the man of my life."
I tell him that I'm a psychologist,
and he starts talking about his mother.
To me!
Why do you talk to me about it?
-Alright. Chinese? -I'd say that it's time.
-Go ahead. -I'm starving.
It's still open. Quick.
Another day on my criminal profile.
Another day with the legend himself.
Thank you, Toni. Really.
I'm gonna do something about this curse of mine.
I don't know, I'll get a horseshoe
or wear a rabbit's foot, but I swear I'll sort it out.
I don't follow.
Well, you're very kind, but...
I know that people know it. Bartolo told me.
About what?
That I'm bad luck.
Bartolo did the bad luck bit?
He's been bugging his classmates with his bad luck bullshit
since he was12.
There's no such thing as bad luck.
What about all the hits that I've failed to carry out?
That's because you suck.
Laure.
No. Laure.
-No. -Laure.
If you tell me I should get the Spicy calamari...
-How spicy is it, though? -Like daredevil level.
No, better not. Never mind.
MISSING!
-Beef with onion? -That's mine, thanks.
You forgot the grilled dumplings, pal.
They always forget something when you order a lot of food.
In Chinese restaurants, people always order a lot of food.
You can't finish it, but the next time, you order even more than before.
-You're always left with a spring roll. -The spring roll. Yes.
Dinner with the family?
No, actually.
-How about you? -No, I'm getting food for my boss.
-You work the night shift? -Exactly, I'm working.
-What do you do? Which line of work? -Import-export.
It's a great job. But it's very demanding and difficult.
It's full of people with connections.
-These people are everywhere. -Exactly.
I can't stand them. I'd like to...
I'd take them and...
Achille, make sure to not forget the sweet and sour sauce.
Sorry, that's my partner.
Officer Manetti.
What kind of "officer"?
Police.
-I think I got everything. -Okay, bye.
The sweet and sour sauce?
Wait.
The soy sauce.
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