01x09 - Picciuli e piruocchi

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It is our duty not to abandon
those who are fighting for us.

Those who are not afraid
to face Goliath the giant,

who know the future of our city
rests on their shoulders.

Nobody in Palermo
had ever seen the town pray so much.

Many sought religious comfort in 1979:

the valiant men
part of Boris Giuliano's flying squad,

the antiMafia judges,

or the few brave shopkeepers
who tried not paying the "pizzo"...

in those days, however,

people's prayers were dedicated mostly
to other brave men.

Let us pray. For Chimenti.

Lord, graciously hear us.

- For Frison.
- Lord, graciously hear us.

- For Di Cicco.
- Lord, graciously hear us.

The Palermo football players,
who faced a monumental enterprise:

play against the Juventus football team
in the Coppa Italia final

that was to take place a few days later
in the San Paolo stadium in Naples.

Let us pray for Saint Palermo
football team.

- Go Palermo!
- Go Palermo!

Nobody was considering a defeat.

That wasn't a simple match,
but some sort of historic revenge,

God finally shedding his light upon us
to take us to glory.

So much so,
that the locals started to believe

that the match could change
the fate of the city forever.

- Antonio, pay attention.
- I'm sorry, sir,

but I'm thinking about the match.
I heard that if Palermo wins,

business will increase,
can you imagine the money?

Can you imagine the thieves?

It seems that they will also
build skyscrapers like in New York.

- Beautiful things.
- Really?

I'd be happy enough
if they redid this crappy school.

Don't worry, I'm sure Palermo
will make it this year,

their style is old-fashioned.

Old-fashioned?
And we're supposed to win?

Hey, Ayala, say something.
Antonio!

In those days,

every citizen had a dream
they wished would come true.

Maybe we'll even get water,
directly from the sea.

If only!

My mother said my father
will come back home if we win.

- Really?
- Yes,

because the ship he's working on
will come back for the celebrations.

The school might even close,
everything will stop,

just like for St. Rosalia,
like a national feast.

Dragged in
by Sebastiano's impossible dreams,

I let myself go too

and I trusted Palermo
with all my aching heart.

Yes...

And in the middle of the celebrations,
among the fireworks, finally,

Alice and I will kiss.

Totò, this miracle may be too big.

No, no, no, don't jinx it!

Brio and Virdis were messed up
and they're playing now.

For f*ck's sake.

Guys, you got it all wrong.
That's good, it's better.

- What do you mean good?
- It's good!

If everyone thinks Palermo will lose,
the odds will go up

and we'll make money, understood?
- Very well! That's right!

- Go Palermo!
- Go Palermo!

- Go Palermo!
- Cusumno, what are the odds?

Lorenzo, come here,
I'll explain it to you.

We're betting on Palermo winning
with the bookies.

We're going to be rich,
going to be sheiks. C'mon!

- I'll place the bets, c'mon.
- Done.

This is my part. Write it down.

Here. And you?

Lorenzo, don't you want to be rich?

Go on then,
just for the sake of playing.

Here's five thousand Lira.

And what do I do with that?

sh*t, you're shy, c'mon.

Go on then,
let's make it 10 thousand.

I'll be brief,
because Maths drives me crazy:

if you want to win loads,
you need to play real money.

Loads, loads!

I played 200 thousand Lira.

Loads?! Cusumano,
are you out of your mind?

You need to trust me.

You may even win enough
to put a deposit on a house.

C'mon, Lorenzo.

Listen to me: loads.

It was at that moment,

that a chain reaction
developed in my father's mind.

Loads of money meant a down payment,
meaning the purchase of a house,

meaning a happy mother.

Loads...

Here five hundred!

f*ck me!

- Go Palermo!
- Go Palermo!

That moment of folly
never left my father who,

at that moment,
gambled away most of his salary.

Alone in his office,
he got carried away by his calculations,

convinced that a win
could compensate mum

for all the disappointments
she continued enduring.

Miss Pia, I was looking for you.

I'm sorry, I'll get to the point
because it doesn't make sense,

Mr. Ayala knows how these things work
and he can tell you.

Tell me what?

Nothing,
Miss Furitano just called me,

she said she's fine now
and wants her class back.

I'm sorry, also because
there's just a few weeks to go

until the end of the year and the kids
love you, but unfortunately

that's what it's like
being a supply teacher.

- Starting when?
- This Thursday.

I'm so sorry.
You know I'm here if you need me.

Yes, I know Headmaster, thanks.

I'm sorry, Pia.

Listen, have you thought about
what I told you?

You and me?

A new life?

How do I have to say it, Antonio?

No.

Instead she did think about it,
she thought about it a lot,

and she was ashamed
just to think about it.

It was like a fever,
rising among hopes and delusions,

and everything got tangled up
in her heart.

School, love, the love for my father.

How much to light one?

- One hundred lira.
- Is that all?

- I'll put ten.
- What did you say?

No, nothing, I'll put...
Thank you, thank you.

I know, I did something crazy,

but I need the money.

One goal would be enough.

One small goal, even 1-0, I mean...

I don't expect much in the end.

If you're going to ask for grace,

you need to kneel over there,
not here.

Do you think I don't know?
I mean...

Lorenzo... what are you doing here?

Nothing, I was passing by and...

I felt like praying.

You?

The same.

I was passing by and thought

I might say a prayer
for my father's soul.

Oh, good. So?
Shall we say it together?

Hail Mary full of Grace...

- C'mon, come tomorrow.
- I don't know.

They've been nagging us
with this Palermo for a week.

- Oh, c'mon, come.
- I'm going. There's a really cute guy.

Right. And I'm going
so I can find one for myself.

- Good luck, girls.
- Bye.

- Are you going too?
- Where?

- To the match.
- Definitely not.

How come?
A man who doesn't like football?

I hate Juventus.
My heart's with Granata!

- Granata?
- Granata, yes, Turin's football club.

The city's real club.
The glorious one.

Then why don't we do
something together?

We can enjoy the deserted city
while everyone's in front of the TV.

I'll show you Palermo
as you've never seen it.

I'm sure you'll fall in love.

Why are you making this face?

Marco was also among those
waiting for a miracle now.

The only person in Palermo

whose dreams didn't depend
on a football match

was a very respected detainee
in the Palermo prison.

- Don Masino...
- Oi... Massimo.

- May I?
- Are you kidding? Come in, c'mon.

Sit down. What's up? Talk.

They're letting me go.

The charges were dropped.

Then our lawyer is doing a good job.

- So then you knew everything?
- Of course.

You thought I didn't know?

Now that you're family, do you think
I was going to leave you on your own?

Why the face? Did you want
to spend your life in here?

What's with the face?

Massimo, you're worrying me
with this face.

Why the face?

No, no, no...

- I'm truly happy...
- But?

I'm sorry to be leaving you.

What?

Massimo!

Don't you understand?
You and I are the same thing now.

I liked you immediately
because you're like me.

Yes, you're smart,
you understand things immediately.

You know how to behave
and, most of all,

you know when to keep your mouth shut,
which is hard.

Now, I think that

you'll be very useful to us outside.
Very useful.

Don Masino, I...

what I can do as a forest ranger,
anything.

Ranger?! Massimo!

I worked hard for you,

I arranged a bright future for you,
surrounded by people who count.

Now you have to be
with people who have money.

That's where you need to be.

I've already talked to some friends
and they're waiting for you.

Go.

I won't disappoint you, Don Masino.

I swear.

Say it again.

I won't disappoint you, Don Masino.
I swear.

I believe you.

Go on, go.

Now I have something important to do,
something big.

Too good, too important.

Too big.

- Thanks, Don Masino.
- Don't mention it.

- Come here.
- My love!

You look good.

Nunzio, honey! How are you?

- Go!
- My love!

I couldn't take
another moment without you.

I'm never letting you go.

Great things are waiting for us.

How are you?

- How are you?
- Fine.

I couldn't take it anymore.
Patrizia, the suitcase.

So, I made you
some exceptional aubergines.

Again? Enough, please!
Maybe a nice pasta with sardines.

- Wait!
- What, isn't it enough?

He forgot about me.

Maybe he got held up.

He'll be here soon.

No, he always does this.

He tells me he's coming,
that we'll spend time together,

and then he leaves me here.

I wanted to spend time with him.

Hey, Salvuccio, I'm sorry,
but it was crazy in the office today.

Shall we?

Alice, what's wrong?

Her father was supposed to
pick her up for the tennis tournament,

he had a big match today.

He forgets about everything
where tennis is involved,

about the bank, about my mother

and also... about me.

C'mon, that's not true.

Your father specifically asked me
to come and get you.

He actually said, "Bring her to me,
because I can't win without support."

Understood, sweetie?
C'mon, let's go.

See? He didn't forget.

Look how lovely!

There's dad!

Good, good.

Let's wait for him to finish playing.
Sit here while I go talk to dad.

- When are you playing the semi-final?
- Tomorrow, I think.

- I know, you know.
- What?

That your father made it all up
not to hurt me.

But I'm happy anyway,

your father is like you,
you have a good heart.

Break!

For f*ck's sake. f*ck!

Good morning Mr. Guarneri,
I'm Lorenzo Giammarresi.

Does it look like this is
the right moment for introductions?

I mean... No, it's just that
your daughter Alice...

f*ck, Alice! I totally forgot!

No, no, don't worry.

I picked her up from school,
there she is.

- Hi daddy.
- Hello, darling!

- When do we start?
- Let's wait for him to finish talking.

I'm sorry I reacted like that, but...

Don't worry! I understand.
It's the excitement of the match...

No, really, you were very kind.

I wouldn't know how to thank you,
if there's something I can do for you...

When faced with the Director
of the Bank of Trinacria,

he thought of a safer way
to secure the house

and make mum happy again.

Grant me a mortgage!

- Nothing easier! It's my job!
- No, look, I was joking.

No, you know,
being bold is a virtue.

- Time.
- Coming!

They're calling me, I'm sorry.

I'd like to talk to you again.

Why don't you come to our house
to see the match tomorrow?

The kids will be together
and we'll have time to talk.

- I don't know what to say now.
- Don't say anything. Just come.

- I'll wait for you, alright?
- Of course.

- Goodbye!
- Thank you, thank you.

My father was walking on air
at that point,

as the house was finally
going to happen, somehow.

- Salvuccio, let's go. Say bye to Alice.
- Bye.

- Bye, Alice.
- I'm invincible!

- Go in, Salvuccio.
- Hi, mum.

- Hi.
- So?

- Ready to enter high society?
- What are you talking about?

The Giammarresi family
among those who count!

- Lorenzo, are you mad?
- Yes, my love, I'm mad.

I have the pleasure of informing you
that we have been invited

to Luigi Guarneri's house
tomorrow night, Alice's father

and Director of the Bank of Trinacria,
to watch the final between

the heartless Savoy scum
from the Juventus club

and the brave guys in pink and black
from Palermo!

And what have we got to do
with the Guarneris?

We have actually become friends

and we discovered we have
a lot in common, kids included.

And they told you this last minute?

I'm sorry, but please understand,
I have nothing to wear.

Everyone will be very elegant...

Do we really have to go?

C'mon, Pia, it's a football match.

Nobody goes to the stadium
in an evening dress.

We're not going to the stadium,
we're going to their house!

Yes, but it will be casual.
He'd really like us to go.

Let's go out a little, meet new people,

maybe you'll become friends
with the wife...

I'm not sure I'm in the mood.

C'mon, Pia! Do you want to miss
the match of the century? C'mon.

Do you have the heart to tell your son
he's not watching the match with Alice?

C'mon mum, please!
They're nice, I swear.

Don't say no, please.

How could I ever say no to you?
Come to mum!

My father was sure he finally found
a saint willing to help him

without any compromises or stratagems.

The same ones accepted
by my uncle Massimo though,

who was already on the up and up.

Gosh, what a car!

Look at your brother!

Go on kids, go to uncle Massimo.

- It's so beautiful!
- What? I didn't hear.

So beautiful!

Come here!

Hi, uncle.

That's beautiful and you're beautiful!

It's the colour of your blouse.
Such a coincidence.

New car, huh?

How much are you making
with this job?

It does you good to spend money.

Makes you more optimistic.
Did you know?

What's money good for once you're dead?
To wrap up your onions?

You'd need to have money first.

Take a look at it. Don't touch it!

- What do you think of it?
- Beautiful!

- Want to go for a ride?
- Yes.

Careful, it has 3,000 horsepower.

- Let's go eat, c'mon.
- Let's go help grandma.

Then we'll go for a ride.

Apart from the car...
what are you wearing?

Why? What's wrong?

- Don't you like my jacket?
- No, it's beautiful.

You can have it afterwards.
C'mon, c'mon!

Uncle Massimo actually had two saints.

- Come in.
- Massimo, please come in.

- This is our little shack.
- Our refuge.

Salemi's honourable men:
Nino and Ignazio Salvo,

considered to be some of
the richest entrepreneurs in Sicily.

Sit here, Massimo.

The Salvo cousins had a true empire
with interests in various sectors.

But their main business
was regional tax offices,

a financial system that produced
a downpour of money,

a torrential downpour.

- Don Masino.
- Don Masino.

Don Masino told us
great things about you.

What is the Bible for the Salvo cousins?

- What?
- When Don Masino is talking.

For me too, Don Masino is the Bible.

I mean... I only hope
I'm worthy of this honour, really.

Massimo, you only need
to follow one rule.

One rule.

Please, I'm here to learn.

Like my cousin Nino always says:

money brings more money,
while fleas only bring more fleas.

And what are we? Fleas?

No.

Have the Salvo cousins
ever taken advantage of poor people?

No!

- See? Don Masino did say it.
- Oh yeah, don Masino.

We bring order, we fix things.

I'm processing it.

He immediately understood
what that rule meant

and, of course,
he added something of his own.

I don't have money for you anymore!

I don't know how else to tell you.

Where am I supposed to get
ten thousand?

You can come down to the fishmonger's
and take everything for all I care.

And what shall we do with all that?

All you have is four smelly fish.

I have no more money. No more!

Look... look...

I'm jumping.
I'll jump down, straight down!

- The window's closed, you'll break it.
- I'll open it.

Come down, your pants are showing.
How embarrassing.

Sit.

Was it necessary to make such a show?

There is an alternative after all.

Tell me then.

So...

You come to me every once in a while

and give me something

and I'll move your file
to the bottom of the pile.

We'll gain some time.

So, when the State comes to you
because it wants money,

what do you do?
- What do I do?

Where's the file?
On the top or at the bottom?

The file... it's where you've put it.

- On top.
- On top.

You come to me, give me a little more,
so I'll move your file to the bottom,

and you can stay calm for a while.

- Are you certain?
- Dead certain.

The Salvos have the interests
of the Sicilians at heart.

We are one big family!

Actually, the Salvos were very good
at looking after their own interests.

They were generous with politicians,
especially with the Christian Democrats,

and their Sicilian representatives
repaid the favour.

Waste of public money?

- Like the communists say?
- Fair distribution...

This is a fair distribution
of resources.

Fair distribution?
All Italian tax collectors take 3%,

while the Salvo cousins
pocket 10% of our money.

Pocket, pocket...
You communists always feel robbed.

- Is Sicily an autonomous region?
- Yes!

So, autonomously, we say 10% is fine.

Well said, well said.

Honourable colleague, don't get mad.



So, at this point of this hearty meal,
your father would have asked:

why did you come here? Huh?

Is there any news?
Do I need to worry?

No need to worry!

Me and Patrizia have some good news.

We need to call him "Mr", now.
He's part of the Palermo that counts.

Joke all you want,

but I feel I've been doing this job
all my life.

I feel it's in my blood
and I also have fun. And I get paid.

Everybody says he's really good.
Everybody!

Just think that... Can I?

- Of course.
- It's important.

The Salvo's have invited him over
to watch the match!

Yes, let's say we get along well.

I think they'll definitely offer him
some sort of promotion.

We'll see,
let's not get ahead of ourselves.

Anyway, this is not the reason
we're here.

Patrizia and I need to tell you
something important.

Oh good. Hurry though, I'm old.

Do you remember when we came here
and dad was still...

...alive?
- Yes.

And I introduced Patrizia to you

and told her I was going to marry her?

I married this woman

because I love her and because I am a
man of honour... I mean, of my word.

What? Did you run away?
Without saying anything?

- No, no.
- Like two jailbirds.

- Will you stop it?
- What did you say?

- Nothing.
- No, no, what did you say?

Like two jailbirds.

sh*t, you're very funny, aren't you?

It's just a joke...

- Why don't you do your jokes outside?
- Oh, c'mon.

- Mum, we were on holiday.
- Yeah, in the cooler.

- Lorenzo, enough!
- Well, it was cool

because we were up north
and I was overcome with passion,

I no longer understood a thing
and told her:

"Am I stupid like he is? No."

So... nothing personal...
we saw a church, got in and...

And I said yes
because I'm crazy about him.

- I'm crazy about you.
- I'm crazy about you.

Come here.

To the bride and groom!

A toast, a toast.

- Come on, mum.
- What?

- Mum, aren't you happy?
- Yes, I'm happy.

- To love!
- To love.

To love.

Gosh, this music is ancient!

Where did dad get these records?

- Mum, there's another one here.
- Thanks, honey.

This is the last one.

- Are you tired?
- A little bit.

- You did cook for all these people.
- Well, it's nice sometimes.

Pia? Don't tell your brother,

but I understand things
thanks to your father,

even if nobody tells me.

I see.

- Did he do something bad?
- No, no.

- It was more of a misunderstanding.
- Sure?

Yes, don't worry.

- Sure, sure?
- Yes!

Thank goodness!

I've never seen him
so happy as today.

- Right?
- Yes, it's nice to see him happy.

And Patrizia, she's crazy,
but she's a nice girl.

And you can tell
she really cares about him.

She really does.

Could a mum wish for more?
This is what's important.

- What about you, Pia?
- What?

What you mean what?
How are things with Lorenzo?

- Good. Why?
- No reason, just to talk.

- I'll go and make coffee.
- Okay.

Enough, I'm tired.

Break.

Oh, no, no.

I don't remember these dances.

Hey, Patrizia!

It's all in the family, don't worry!

It's a celebration today, huh?

You have to admit
I was good tonight, huh?

Good?

I said nothing, I kept my mouth shut.

Lorenzo, are you kidding?

Do you think people go to work
for the Salvos just like that?

For nothing?

- You have to tell me I was good.
- You said you wouldn't say anything.

Tell me I was good
and I won't say anything.

Well done.

You may have to tell me again soon...

Please honey, I'm very tired tonight.
I can't make love.

I'll just tell you "well done"
straight away, okay?

Well done.

My father was actually thinking about
how our life was going to improve

thanks to the friendship
with Mr. Guarneri.

Mum prepared everything,
it will be an amazing evening.

It would be great
if our parents became friends too.

It would be amazing.

I would be able
to spend more time with dad.

And with you as well.

Hearing those words
was like hearing the bells of heaven

ringing until the great day.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Turin supporters are scared!

I got it. You want to bet
another 50 thousand Lira, right?

For Heaven's sake, no!
Actually, I was wondering,

could I maybe get
those 500 thousand back?

No, Lorenzo!

- Money played is money gone.
- Oh, really?

Of course, unless you're willing
to go and talk to them. No!

Oh well.

Actually, Cusumano,

things will change for me tonight!

Things will change, I say!

Everybody felt this was going to be
a day like no other.

What are you wearing?

What are you wearing?

Aren't you coming to see the match
at Fofò's after school?

- No.
- What? Aren't you watching the match?

- Of course I am.
- Where?

At Alice's house.

You rascal!

- He's not coming to see the match.
- What do you mean you're not coming?

No, Fofò, my father and I have plans.
It's important to him.

Come on, at least try to convince him.
We'll have so much fun.

- I would but I can't.
- But why?

Fofò, are you thick?

Do you know
why he's not coming tonight?

Because he's going
to watch the match at Alice's.

Understand?

I had always though
friends came before women.

Let's call it... a youthful mistake.

Another stitch and we're finished.

Careful, please.
I can't make a bad impression tonight.

Of course.

Marco, I feel guilty about tonight.

I swear I'd do anything
to stay with you.

But my parents won't let me,
I have to go with them.

Don't worry, I understand.

I had already planned everything.
Look.

We would have walked
around piazza della Vergogna

and then, I would have taken you
down a beautiful alley to the Cathedral.

Then through San Domenico to the
Vucciria and as far as piazza Marina.

It would have been beautiful,
but unfortunately...

Angela, the fact that you planned it
is already beautiful.

So you're not mad?

Of course not! How could I?

Maybe we can go another time if...

Very romantic indeed.

But if you're thinking he will finally
find the courage to declare himself,

and that she'll understand
she has feelings for him,

you are underestimating
both Torino and my sister.

She's pretty. Do you know her?

No.

I think she likes you,
she won't take her eyes off of you.

- Oh c'mon!
- I swear!

Anyway your plan was great,
maybe we could...

Are you changing the subject?

You like her, huh?

- Maybe it's better if I go...
- Why? What's wrong?

Nothing,
I don't want to ruin things for you.

- No, Angela, listen...
- Torino, good luck!

Hey, sorry, can you help me?

Yes, of course.

Thanks.

I couldn't do it anymore.

I don't know what I would have done
without your help.

- No problem.
- Thanks. What's your name?

Torino.

- Hem... no, Marco. My name is Marco.
- I'm Simonetta, nice to meet you.

You as well.

How do I look?

Perfect, my love. A movie star.

I don't think so,
I changed outfits all afternoon!

Nonsense.
You always look beautiful, my love.

It's just that tomorrow's my last day,
and I feel a lump in my throat.

Am I too sentimental?

My love, you'll see,
there'll be plenty of good stuff.

No, I'm not wearing that!
Alice will think I'm stupid.

How sweet!

Dad?

Phone! Sorry.

You look great.
Your shirt is all wrong, though.

Saved by the bell.

Hello?

Giammarresi?
My name is Gianfranco Mennini.

I'm a colleague of Mr. Guarneri.

- Am I disturbing you?
- Of course not, please do tell me.

Mr. Guarneri is very sorry, but unfort-
unately he has to cancel the dinner.

I see. Has something happened
to Mr. Guarneri?

No, no, nothing.
Something urgent came up at work.

It never stops over here.

I understand, I understand.

Anyway, he told me to tell you that
he won't forget what you did for him,

and he'll call you.

Enjoy the match for us too.

Thank you and good evening.

Goodbye.

I'm sorry, Salvuccio.

What happened?

Nothing, Guarneri cancelled.

Oh well, my love, it's only dinner.

Yes, of course. I'm not saying...

It was just for Salvuccio.

That was a shock for my father.

Once again, his appointment
with personal redemption

had been postponed.
It seemed like a curse.

Nonetheless, the circumstances
gave a second chance

to the two geniuses.
Will they make good use of it?

A match with a very different meaning
for the two teams.

For Juventus,
winning the Coppa Italia

would mean rectifying
a disastrous season...

- What are you doing here?
- The dinner got cancelled

and I thought maybe someone
was waiting for me.

Am I still in time?

Of course.

Let's go, then.

While waiting
for the start of the match,

everyone was thinking
about the miracles they had asked for.

Those who didn't need a miracle,
met at the Salvos.

God, my legs are shaking.

This is our night, my love.

We need to enjoy life.

May I?

To us.

God, you're beautiful.
I could just eat you up.

Don't say that,
I'm going to get hot flushes.

Those are the Salvos.

- Those two?
- Yes.

Massimo. Dear Massimo,

no hurry,
but later we'd better talk.

- There's a few things brewing.
- They're brewing!

Of course.

My dear lady...

- Oh, I'll take it.
- The match is starting.

- Your humble servant.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Later, Massimo.

See you later.

Let's watch the match.

Who's playing?

Palermo and Juventus.

- Go Palermo!
- Of course.

...to ward off the spirits of the final
lost against Bologna in '73-'74.

On the terraces, around ten thousand
Palermo football fans,

who reached Naples using all means
to support their team.

They seem a lot more
if compared to the quieter...

Oh well, isn't it better this way
in the end?

- Yeah.
- Quiet at home.

A beer, the match... Go Palermo!

Actually... let's celebrate.

Let's break the rules, just a drop.
Go Palermo!

The match can start.

Let's go, c'mon.

Go, go! Hush, hush, good, good.

That's a penalty!

- Goal!
- Goal!

The enterprise of the second minute,
made all bad thoughts disappear,

and the same happened
all around the city.

The trail of enthusiasm
led all Palermitans

to start believing in their dreams.

Pia, we scored! Go Palermo!

My father felt the money
filling his pockets,

Sebastiano started to count the days
left before his father's return.

Go Chimenti! Goal!

Antonio Ayala convinced himself that,
if Palermo defeated Turin,

he could finally face
the fears of a married woman.

Go Palermo!

My mother, however,
with a hint of shame,

imagined how she could extend
the convalescence of Miss Furitano,

- who she was replacing.
- Ouch, ouch, my foot!

Go Palermo, go Palermo, go Palermo.

And now, my favourite.

And, in that collective euphoria,
Angela and Marco almost made it.

I've never seen such beauty
all in one place.

How come? You live around the corner
and never noticed?

Not at night.
I had never thought about it.

Torino...

So? Have you fallen in love?

Go on... admit it.

Yes.

- Angela...
- I managed it!

If you take blondie on the same walk
she'll fall for you.

Yes, of course.

Don't be like that.

You're not the first person
to like a girl.

And that's how

the first miracle that was supposed
to happen that night vanished.

Come on!

Juventus forces Palermo
into its half of the field,

84 minutes have passed
and Juventus is attacking with t*rd,

t*rd cross-kicks into the Palermo
half the ball... and goal by Juventus!

Bloody ref!

Luigi, if you behave like that
in the bank,

we're never putting
our money there again!

- Oh, c'mon!
- You're scaring me!

Stop it and watch the match!

Yes, that's him: Mr. Guarneri,
Alice's father, my father's Saint.

The one that cancelled at the last
minute due to an urgent commitment.

But maybe it was a good thing
that our families never met,

because, from then on,
it was a catastrophe.

- Kick and goal!
- What? Another one?

2-1 against Palermo
when there's only a few minutes to go

before the end of the match.

The Palermo team
was on its last legs

and it was impossible
to recover that goal,

scored three minutes before the end
of the second half of overtime.

The dreams of glory were over.

At the San Paolo stadium in Naples,
Juventus won its sixth Coppa Italia.

The following morning, Palermo
woke up full of aches and bruises.

Bloody Palermo, bloody Palermo,
how's it possible?!

Palermo had been defeated,
the money had been lost,

the dinner at the Guarneris
had been cancelled.

For the first time in 20 years,
my father didn't go to work.

My mother faced her last day at school

with the vitality
of someone on death's row.

Her heart was heavy,
as she would have to bid farewell

to too many things and too many people.

Good morning Miss Pia!

Come, come and see
what they got you as a present.

Thank you!

I'm speechless!

Careful.

Thank you!

- You will always be in our hearts.
- You too.

My mother's heart was a tangle
of sentiments and emotions.

The good things mixed up
with the bad things

and she was really confused.

Because that's what surprises do:
they ambush us.

Come here, come to Miss Pia, come.

Pia!

Is this how we're saying goodbye?

- Bye Antonio.
- Bye.

- And how am I supposed to do it?
- I don't know, but not like this.

It makes me sad
that I'll never see you again.

I don't want to say bye
as it if we mean nothing...

Antonio, I spent
beautiful moments with you,

I won't forget them.

Tell me I'll see you again, Pia.

Please.

My father, as he knew that morning
would be very hard for my mum,

put his troubles aside
and went to her

with the only thing
he was sure he could offer her:

his love.

All the ghosts he had buried
were coming back to haunt him.

The match had indeed changed our lives,
unfortunately, for the worse.

The evening is over, let's go home.

We have to wait a bit.

Our Massimo,
the man of the great numbers.

You're always too kind.

You're very lucky
to have such a man at your side.

Yes, but you'll have to excuse us now,
we have to kidnap your husband.

Just for a few minutes, okay?

You can keep him your whole life.

Please.

Yes, I'll be right back.

Massimo, I know you're smart,
so I will get to the point.

Of course.

I don't like talking about this stuff,
it's irritating,

but there's a flea who won't listen,

and thinks he can avoid paying.

You need to squash him,

otherwise you know how many fleas
will decide they cannot pay? Huh?

Squash... in what sense?

Oh, that sense.

Understood?

Good night.

- Goodbye.
- Good night.

Massimo...

C'mon!

- Yes.
- Let's go.

All good?

Yes, yes, let's go.

As for my uncle's life,
it turned it into a nightmare.