03x02 - April 26th, 1915

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-Come on, Fabio. Hurry up.
-Don't run. I have three boxes.

Cool.

-Isn't it?
-I don't know. I don't see anything.

Here.

Come on, they're clean!

"Emma," you said?

Yes.

It looks like she passed
Roberto De Sanctis's number to the girl.

I'm sorry, but there are no students
with this name here.

It's obviously a pseudonym.

We are sure that she attends this school.

I highly doubt that
these kinds of things can happen here.

Look, I know you have to defend
the reputation of this institute.

But we are talking about
forced child prostitution.

Especially if this Emma is of age.

Am I clear?

I'M SORRY. I WAS ANGRY BECAUSE
THINGS BETWEEN US WEREN'T THE SAME.

DO YOU WANT TO MEET? I MISS YOU.

{\an}TO E.
DO NOT CONTACT SOFIA

The famous treaty?

The famous treaty of?

Ludo, this is frustrating, okay?

I guess there's no point
in asking about the date?

No. I'm skipping the first class.

It's useless this way, Ludo.

Everything is useless, Fabio.

For me, it is frustrating.

Where are you going, Ludo? Wait.
Let's try again.

No.

I don't get why I've got to go.

Because they know you.

If they find you there,
nothing happens. I can't go there.

In Italy, do you know how much a man risks
for sleeping with a little girl?

Do you know? Let me tell you.

Basically, nothing.

The only way to get everyone involved
is to set the pimp up.

These photos...

They don't prove anything.

But if you can put this inside the house,

we'll have more chances
of getting what we need.

I don't even know how to turn it on.

It's easy. I'll show it to you.

You must do one thing only.

Find the keys to this apartment.

What do you think?

I think it's these.

You see?

It didn't take much.

CAN I COME TO YOUR HOUSE AFTER SCHOOL?

Daddy!

Sweetheart.

-What happened to you?
-Nothing.

They only asked me a few questions. Relax.

It's all right.

Perla, grab your backpack,
I'll take you to school.

That's your dad.

No one can b*at him.

See?

Are you under house arrest?

Yes.

Only until the trial.

They dragged me into it,
to squeeze money out of me, of course.

You must have done something--

What have I done? She's crazy.

An insane girl, totally messed up.

She said that I gave her dr*gs.
I didn't understand any of it either.

The lawyer says that everything is fine
and that everything will be solved.

Hey.

Aren't you happy?

Right? Let's move on.

Come on.

I'M STUCK TODAY. NO CAN DO AT MY HOUSE.

Can you give me a light, please?

Thanks.

Do you study here?

Yes, unfortunately.

Aren't you going in?

No, I'm going in later.
Who are you? The police?

No, I'm really just an older brother.

I came to enroll my sister, and I spoke
to the principal and the teachers.

It made an excellent impression on me.
It seems like a very good school.

-Isn't it?
-Yes.

h*m* boys and assh*le teachers.

Great, wonderful school.

What grade are you in?
I mean, how old are you?

Eighteen.

Almost eighteen.

You never hang out with these h*m*?

No way.

I can understand that.

I am terrified for my sister.

I don't understand your generation.
They all seem crazy to me.

-Especially the girls. They seem a bit--
-"Especially the girls"?

Boys are worse.

The more they grow up, the worse they get.

Why? What do they do?

Ask your sister.

The past few weeks
have been really intense.

As well as tiring, as my talented
collaborators know very well.

Today, thanks to the success of our app

and thanks to your wonderful support,

I feel like I can do it.

There is a person here among you.

Someone I'd like to thank
more than others. My daughter...

Chiara.

Having her next to me every day,

with her challenges
as a young woman facing the future,

has given me great strength.

Without her,
everything would be more difficult.

So thank you.

Thank you.

If you came to blackmail me,
you're doing it in vain.

You've misunderstood.

How come a girl like you does what you do?

-I hope I did not offend you.
-Quite the opposite.

Curiosity is normal.

I also wonder what a man like you
wants from a girl like me.

Only to get to know you better.

To really get to know you.

I won't want to insist. If it makes you
uncomfortable, you'll never see me again.

Chiara.

Tomorrow. After school.

Chiara!

Honey?

I got you a little something.

A calculator.

A scientific one.
It could be useful, right?

Yes, sure.

I really need a calculator
now that we're in the 's.

Look, I talked to Alberto.

And what did Alberto say?

I asked him about your schoolwork.

And what did he say about my schoolwork?

He said that if you make an effort,
you might still get your diploma.

I don't give a damn about graduating.

But honey, losing the year
would be a shame.

-I know you think you can't, but--
-I can't.

It is not so. Why not?

Because it's late now.

With this, you cannot solve anything.

Fine, take it out on me.

In fact, don't talk to me anymore.

But think about your own good.

Don't throw yourself away.
It's your life, you know?

I NEED A REFILL.

MEET ME AT THE APARTMENT.

Yes!

Look what I brought you.

I've got nothing.

It's a shitty party.

Keys?

{\an}SEND A TEXT

Don't I get one?

You don't tell me anything anymore.

How are you?

I'm a mess.

I'm trying to study a bit.

These help me concentrate.

Yes.

What the f*ck are you laughing at?
It's the truth.

Listen to me.

Studying is not for you.

If it were up to me,
I could stay here all my life.

We can take a car

and go to Berlin.

Berlin is super.

Wait.

I think I'll leave.

You want money?

Is it enough?

Is this enough?

It's the money you want, isn't it?

You wanted me here.

Now what do you want?

What do you want?

Look, I didn't force you.

No.

But you have been very convincing.

I'm leaving.

Do you know what his job is?

-Tell her!
-Leave it.

I write too.

-What?
-At the moment, horoscopes.

He is modest. They are very beautiful.

Yes, all bullshit. I'd like to be
a journalist and write something else.

But for now, I have to write horoscopes.

-All these things...
-Where have you been?

I was drinking.

Have you heard of the girl from Petrarca?

No.

She's your age.
I think she prostituted herself.

Of course. I knew her.

-What are you talking about?
-Yes, man. She danced at Toy.

I get it. She danced at Toy.
She looks like a slut.

COME DOWNSTAIRS

Well, he couldn't have done anything else.

I'll be right back.

To be honest, if I had known,
I would have given her euros.

It's not funny.

-We're joking.
-What did he say?

Because she probably never had
a very healthy relationship.

-What do you know about it?
-I told you, I don't know anything.

But you have to ask yourself why.
It sounds absurd to me--

It sounds absurd? Not to me.

You all think you're perfect, but girls
are doing the same thing at Collodi.

-What the hell are you talking about?
-Tell us the names.

How do you know?

-All bullshit.
-Ale!

-There's a whore at Collodii!
-There's one...

Are you all right?

No.

-Tomorrow, I'll get a bet going.
-Yes!

Yes!

You know and you don't...

Oh, God.

I'll hold your head.

Sit down for a second.

Stay down.

Sorry.

Are you feeling better?

Maybe you were right.

How did you say it? "Problematic"?

You got it right.

No, you're not problematic.

But I think you have
very little faith in others.

That's also true,
but what do you know about it?

I can see it.

It's like you have so many secrets

and you think
nobody deserves to hear them.

That's because I mind my own business.

I understand that.
A lot of them are dickheads.

But not everyone is like them.

Otherwise, what a bore it is, isn't it?

I get it, but don't you have any secrets?

Yes, I have secrets.

Tell me one.

Come on.

My hair used to be a different color.

Does that sound like a secret to you?

It was traumatizing to me.

I had to dye it
to get into shitty Collodi.

But you look good like this.

Let's go and see
if the party's any better.

Did you become a hikikomori?

Those people who stay locked in the house
and don't see anyone...

Yes, more or less.

I've been having some problems
at home, actually.

You want to go upstairs?

It's really cool.
There are a lot of people.

Niccolò's there too.

I came for you, actually.

I don't want you to misunderstand.

I came to your house to ask you
how you were the other day.

Not for anything else.

I'm really glad you're better.

What problems did you have at home?

Nothing important.

See you at school, all right?

PROSTITUTION AT COLLODI INSTITUTE

{\an}#BUCKETSTRIKESAGAIN

#TAKINGBOOKINGS

#CALLGIRL

ALL CLIENTS FOR BOB!

IT HAS BEEN CLEAR FOR SOME TIME!

ONLY HER. WHO ELSE?

COLLODI = BROTHEL
LS FOR SURE!

#BRUNETTEONFIRE
GUYS, LS?

#BOBANDFISHNETS

#GREENEYES

BRUNETTE FOR AN HOUR

#WELCOMETOCOLLODI

I saw it.

Who wrote it?

Fabio's boyfriend.

What the f*ck does he know?

I don't know.

He writes for a stupid gossip magazine.

Guess who they think the hooker is.

-I know some clients if Ludo wants.
-Come.

May I know why you're such a bitch?

The message in the bathroom, and now you
are picking on Ludovica. What do you want?

What message in the bathroom?
It wasn't me.

{\an}IT WAS D. WHO TALKED

WHO THE f*ck ARE YOU?

Can you believe I threw away
euros for this team of pussies?

Hey!

Man, it's embarrassing. You lose them all.

You ramble so much.
Vitto, will you shut up?

-You always end up below in the rankings.
-No.

-We'll top you by ten points.
-Right.

No. Look who's back.

The Revenant!

We missed you, Brando.

What's with that face? He's offended.

Are you going to collapse again?

What are you laughing at?

I don't give a sh*t about these
four assholes, but you're a piece of sh*t.

Look, Brando, I'm glad you're back.

Right, whatever. "I'm glad you're back."

Maybe you forgot where I live.

Enough of this sh*t. What do you want?

That you come to see me.
That's what I want, assh*le.

You were too busy f*cking the professor.

You had Fedeli, the h*m*,
to keep you company, right?

-Yes, slap him.
-Say it, you're banging Fedeli.

-Slap him!
-Why don't you say...

Wow!

-Fight! Yes!
-Fight!

-Yes!
-Yes! Come on!

-That's it!
-Stop it!

What the f*ck are you doing?

Brando?

The principal called.

Brando?

It was you, wasn't it?

I'm sorry. I was drunk.

-I didn't say anything.
-Why don't you mind your own business?

Look, I'm not the assh*le here.

Fiore paid a maniac to scare Ludovica.

-Who told you that?
-Natalia, before leaving.

Chia, you have to be careful.

He'll do anything to get you
to work for him.

Alberto?

How did the oral exam go?

Stonewalling.

Mom, I'm sorry.

It's not your fault.

They always called me a slut.
They always told me I was stupid.

I can't take it anymore.

I was also a mess when I was , you know?

I was always overwhelmed by
other people's judgment.

Everyone looks at you
in a certain way, and eventually...

you end up indulging them.

But you must not let others decide
who you are.

I've made too many mistakes.

I raised you with...

all my insecurities
and all my weaknesses. I'm sorry.

You are much better than me.

You're stronger.

You have such a strong character.
You're stubborn.

You're scary too, sometimes.
I say to myself,

"How am I supposed to deal with this one?"

That's why I'm proud of you.

That's enough now.

Enough.

I'm here with you.

Always.

You seem pensive today, Emma.

Yes, I'm sorry.

WE GOT IT. YOU CAN PICK UP THE CAMERA.

"Finally, what would be decisive

is the intervention of the United States
that sided with..."

Great Britain.

France and Russia.

"The so-called..."

Triple Entente.

"The USA, in fact, dragged along
many non-European countries,

China, Brazil, and
other Latin American republics..."

I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.

"...whose contribution to the w*r was,
however, of little importance.

If we add to that the extent
of the conflict to the..."

OKAY. I NEED TO TALK TO YOU TOO.

"...it will be clear that the w*r,

although always set in Europe,
was becoming more and more global.

As a matter of fact, for the first time,
it involved all five continents."

What did they tell you at the office?

They're all complimenting me.
The article is the b*mb.

I think I'm done
with these f*cking horoscopes.

Hey.

I'm just a bit sorry because
they targeted Ludo for this article thing.

I'm not mad at you.
You had nothing to do with it.

They're the assholes.

sh*t, I'm sorry.

I'm happy. Really.

You deserve that.

-I do?
-Yes, you do.

-Yes, I do.
-Yes.

I want to quit.

You are scared.

No.

I mean, yes, but that's not the reason.

I used to think that's all there was,

but it's not like that.

I deserve better. That's enough.

Of course, you deserve better.

If Fiore says anything, f*ck him.

If Fiore says anything,
I'll speak with him.

Are you not angry?

No.

Are you sure?

Of course.

I love you so much.

Me too.

I'll take you home.

No need.

I have to get all my stuff back.

Yes, sure.

Didn't you want to tell me something?

No, it was nonsense.

I forgot about it.

Are you taking a taxi?

Yes. See you tomorrow?

Call Ludo.

Ludo, listen. The police are outside.
Don't worry, I'll deal with them.

Don't come out. Stay there until I say so.
Take away all our stuff.

sh*t.

f*ck!

Help!

Help!

Ludo, now.

What happened?

I left my bag in the car for two minutes,
and they destroyed it.

I had my IDs inside, everything.
The keys to the house...

-He went that way. Please.
-We'll take care of this.

-Thank you.
-Leave your details to my colleague.

-Why?
-To file a complaint.

f*ck!

It's the perfect time to quit.

Together.

It's something I have to face alone.

This won't divide us.

And I'm here. Always.

I know.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Did you speak to Chiara?

It is useless. She hates me anyway.

If you keep it up, she'll get over it.

Also because she needs a friend right now.

What do you know about it?

-I just know it.
-Stop thinking about Chiara.

Virginia needs you now.

Are you okay?

Hey.

Don't worry. I'm here with you.

Don't you worry.

-!
-f*ck you, Ludo.

April , .

The Treaty of London between Italy,
Great Britain, France, and Russia.

Very good.

-Mind your f*cking business.
-Did you draw these?

You never said you could draw so well!

You're good.