01x01 - The Smallsworld

[bunniefuu]

[intriguing music playing]

[drumroll plays]

[woman] Welcome to
the Minerva Military School

official entrance exams.

You have 45 minutes, starting now.

[stirring rhythmic music playing]

Keep your eyes on your test, everyone.

You're withdrawing?

No, I'm just done.

[exhales]

[timer ringing]

Pens down, now.

[indistinct chattering]

-Cadets.
-Good morning.

Good morning.

[car door closes]

[car engine starts]

[man] All of you here
passed the entrance exam.

Clearly, some of you
are under the impression

that the Ministry of Defense
is offering you a three-year free ride.

Some of you think this is a reform school.

Your parents didn't raise you right,

so we'll straighten you out.

Some of you think
you're entitled to being here

because you think it's your birthright.

Your fathers or brothers
completed this program.

This school is a career choice.

But you don't choose the school.
It chooses you.

MINERVA ACADEMY

You have three days, starting from now,

to show us that you are indeed worthy
of our uniform.

Those who make it
to the end of these three days

will get selected
by one of our seniors for mentorship.

Mentors will give their recruit
the dress sword,

a symbolic weapon honoring our school.

[melancholy pensive music playing]

[indistinct chattering]

ONE YEAR EARLIER

Mom.

Hey, Salvo.

Thanks.

Wait.

[sniffles]

It's the last time, I swear.

[sniffles]

Swear to God.

["Occhi ingenui"
by Franco126 & Ele A playing]

-Hey, cutie.
-[Salvo] Sup, babe?

Have fun.

The f*ck are you doing?

You know whose turf this is?

All right, all good. I'm leaving.

[man 1] Where are you going? Home?

[tense electronic music playing]

You f*cking piece of sh*t!

-Come here, you prick!
-Hurry up, let's get him!

[tires squealing]

Go! Hurry!

[horn honking]

Salvo, get on! Hurry up! Get on!

[tense electronic music continues]

[friend] Come on!

[music swells, fades]

[dog barks in distance]

Bro, I totally forgot
you were on leave today.

Hey, you okay?

The f*ck are you doing?

Yo, you gotta forget about your mother.

She was in trouble.

You know if they arrest her again,
I won't see her anymore.

Hey, what are you doing?

Frankie!

She doesn't give a sh*t about you.

If she did,
she would've gotten it together.

You're in a foster home 'cause of her.

Yeah, well, you left me in there too.
You didn't get me out.

[pensive music playing]

Know what you are, Salvo?

A thorn to my side.

No matter what, you keep poking.

You're a thorn with a nice bag though.

You like it?

-Yeah.
-It's yours, then.

Keep it.

Hey, thanks.

So?

What do you think?

What do you mean?

About this place.
It could change your life.

I don't wanna join the force.

You don't have to.

The diploma will get you any job you want.

And if you're accepted,
you'll be in first year when I'm in third.

I'll choose you as my recruit.

And I'll give you this.

[music fades]

[in Italian] ♪ Brothers of Italy… ♪

DAY 1

♪ Italy has risen ♪

♪ Bound Scipio's helmet ♪

♪ Upon her head ♪

[in English] Sing.

[in Italian] ♪ Brothers of Italy ♪

♪ Italy has bound her head… ♪

[in English] Thirty push-ups. Everyone!

How come?

Thirty is not enough? Fifty, then.

[quietly] What an idiot.

["ORA È MEGLIO DI PRIMA"
by Le Feste Antonacci playing]

[grunting]

[strains]

[body thuds]

-[groans]
-[man] Let's go!

[breathing heavily]

You're Cipriani?

And you can't even handle five push-ups?

How do your folks feel?

You're gonna stay right there
until you do them all.

["ORA È MEGLIO DI PRIMA" continues]

[door opens]

Cadets, attention!

-Thanks.
-[music fades]

At ease.

Sit down.

I am Deputy Commander Colonel Bonaiuto.

And in here,
you'll learn history of philosophy.

Your teacher,
Miss Canali, should arrive soon.

Hopefully.

-She's also new, just like you.
-[footsteps approaching]

Good morning, everyone.

-Good morning.
-[Canali] Hi.

I'm late 'cause I was pumping milk.
Sorry, my breasts were gonna explode.

Cipriani, why are you late?

I had push-ups to finish.

Sit down.

Over the next three days,
whenever you break a rule,

you will get a mark on your uniform

as a formal warning.

Get three and you're expelled.

Enjoy your class.

[footsteps retreating]

[door closes]

Wow. Crazy start, huh?

I know exactly what you're thinking.

"Why the hell am I here?"

If it makes you feel any better,
well, I feel the same.

But, rest assured… [chuckles]
…every school is kinda nuts.

I think we should start by exploring

the term "disciplinary society,"

as it relates directly
to your current experience.

Anyone heard of it before?

Hmm?

Red mark. Cipriani, right?

[bell ringing]

All right, goodbye, everyone.

-[students] Goodbye.
-Take care, guys.

I guess I also deserve a red mark?

[chuckles]

How was class?

Good.

Cipriani, that kid who was late
that you scolded,

he's quite the little genius.

In this school,
the body is as prized as the intellect.

That's why we started with Foucault.

All right, goodbye.

Bye, see you soon.

[brooding music playing]

[Salvo] Francesco!

Francesco!

Where's Francesco Russo?

He's no longer a student here.

No, he wouldn't leave this place!
It's not true!

-Lower your voice.
-Where is he? I need to know!

-That's enough! Leave!
-[Bonaiuto] What's going on?

-What's the matter?
-Everything's fine.

Go!

[suspenseful music playing]

ARCHIVE

-[electronic beep]
-[door lock clicks]

[Bonaiuto] Cadet.

-[music fades]
-[door closes]

Attention.

Everything all right?

-Yes. Yes, Colonel.
-Mm.

Looking for the cafeteria.
I got a little lost.

-And what's your name?
-Salvatore Fusco.

Cadet Salvatore Fusco.

Yes, Cadet Salvatore Fusco.

Mm.

Cafeteria is this way.

Hurry.

Yes, ma'am.

[footsteps retreating]

[distant bells ringing]

Stop it.

No one can eat
until the commander is here.

[bell rings]

[man] Attention.

[bell rings]

[chairs scraping]

Elbows.

Off.

With silverware.

[student] You eat your fruit before lunch
and with your hands where you're from?

What's that?

You don't even belong here anyway.

[chuckles]

Oh yeah? How come?

Well, this school is military and Italian.

The only reason
they chose you is for their image.

They chose you for your tiny d*ck, right?

There's one in every school,
and I know how to spot them.

-I've got a radar.
-Say what now?

And I also know Mr. Tiny Wiener
always hangs out with Mr. ba*ls.

You'd better shut your mouth now,
or I'll shut it for you.

How about you shut yours, all right?

Oh, how nice. You've got a pet chihuahua.

How about we tone it down, okay?

Fusco.

Attention.

The commander
wants to see you at his table.

[commander] So then,
you never met your parents?

My father, no.

I know my mother. I lived with her
before going to the foster home.

It was called "Il Girasole," correct?

Hmm?

It was, sir.

Any recent news
concerning Francesco Russo?

[intriguing brooding music playing]

None at all, sir.

[commander]
Because the morning he disappeared,

we were all utterly shocked.

He left without saying a word to anyone.

I hope he's all right.

[sniffles]

I hope so too. [clears throat]

He's the reason why
I chose to come to this school.

Minerva Academy finds its true meaning
with young men like the two of you.

Because rules and discipline
are weapons of great power.

But if you don't learn them quickly…

you're defeated.

Is that clear?

I wish you the best of luck.

[bell rings]

[indistinct chattering]

[music fades]

[woman] Cadets, attention!

[man] You're here to learn
the noble art of fencing.

I am Marshal Pietro Recchi.

I will be your fencing master.

I want you to know
this is the Italian school

that has trained most of the nation's
Olympic champions in fencing.

I've asked some of the seniors
to join us today

to help me convey
the meaning of this discipline.

This will also serve as an opportunity…

Thanks a lot for earlier.

I've got you.

Karate Kid's kinda hot.

[Pietro] All right.
Let's start pairing you up.

["Non pensarci più" by RIP playing]

Cipriani, you're with me.

Predictable.

Come.

Let's try the guard position.

You gotta stand like this.

["Non pensarci più" continues]

Spread your legs more. Knees bent.

[exhales sharply]

Raise this arm.

Don't look at me.

-Then how will I know what to do?
-Address me formally till the investiture.

If I don't look at you,
how will I know what to do, sir?

Get the point in line.

["Non pensarci più" continues]

MINERVA MILITARY HIGH SCHOOL

[music fades]

Yeah, things are going pretty well,
I guess, here, but…

[dialogue continues indistinctly]

[phone ringing]

Pops.

Yeah, everything's great here.
It's awesome.

You got your CT scan?

What, you serious?

[heartfelt music playing]

[laughs] You guys are nuts!

[father] We just wanted to see
how you're doing.

We know it's tough in there.

Listen, if you feel like
it's not a good fit for you,

it doesn't matter, okay?

Just come home. Who cares?

You won't make me any prouder if you stay.

Please, don't do it for me.

But, Pops,
like I said, I'm doing this for me.

Don't you worry about that.

All right. Hey, Mom says hi, too, big guy.

Bye, sweetheart.

Bye, Mom. Bye, Pops.

[breathing excitedly]

-[music fades]
-[thunder rumbles]

Hey!

The f*ck are you doing?

Nothing.

Why'd you just look at me in the eyes?
You crushing on me?

No. No, sorry. Sorry.

I was just distracted
with my phone and stuff.

Oh yeah?

Well, since you like being on your phone
so damn much, hang onto it.

Text me every hour, cadet.

You're gonna say you're my b*tch.

I don't get it.

Guy,

it's not hard to understand what I mean.

[both laughing]

Oh my God, you look so scared.

[laughs]

Back to your dorm, now.

Go on.

[whistling]

[student 1] See how funny
those freshmen are?

[student 2] Yeah, yeah, I get it.

[wistful music playing]

Salvuzzo, look at our class's emblem.
It's badass.

It's our grade's crest.

It is fire!

This is our dorm, dude.

Look, I'm all settled in now.

That's my closet,

and the guy in the bed next to mine
is actually the commander's son.

I got on his good side right away.

[laughs] I'll tell you everything
when I see you this weekend.

I've already made a lot of friends,
and I started reading for fun.

Can you believe it? Listen to this.

SUN TZU
THE ART OF w*r

"In the middle of the chaos,

there is also an opportunity."

Huh?

We've gotta remember that.

Love you, bro.

Hey, be good.

[phone ringing]

[door opens]

[student 1 whistles]

Cipriani, you're going down.

[chuckles]

Tomorrow, he's out.

Yeah. You pick easy fights.

You go straight for Paris Hilton, right?

-[student 3] Shut up.
-[chuckles]

You wish it wasn't forbidden
to get with recruits.

[phone ringing]

[student 3] You know who I think
is a total moron?

-[student 2] Who?
-Him.

[student 2] What an idiot. Look at him.

[laughing]

[student 1] What the f*ck
are you doing here?

[tense music playing]

Oh, honey bunny.

Let's do this here.

Since you like hanging out
in bathroom stalls,

I'll get straight to it.

My Latin homework. You're gonna do it.

You know Latin, don't you?

Yeah.

Bravo.

Your 30 minutes are up. Gimme your phone.

Attaboy.

You gotta wash your ear now.

[music fades]

[indistinct chattering]

GIRLS I MISS YOU

WE MISS YOU TOO, CAMI!!!!

GET YOURSELF EXPELLED!

I CAN'T, OTHERWISE I CAN FORGET
ABOUT THE SCHOOL IN LONDON…

WELL, AFTER WHAT YOU DID

[indistinct chattering on video]

Sh. Look at this.

My dad's gonna freak when he sees this.

Three, two, one.

[laughs]

-Camilla, you're gonna pay for this.
-[Camilla] Dad.

Hand over your phones, now.

Thanks.

Do you miss your hair?

Why? Looks bad?

Oh, no. Not at all.

You didn't hear? Hand over your phone.

Yeah, give me five minutes.

[grunts]

-Hey, what the f*ck?
-Watch your mouth.

What's the matter?

You see these?

Monica's in her second year.
She's an instructor.

Her job is to watch over you babies.

Yeah, well, she broke my phone.

You're a freshman here. You got no rank.

If you get all the way to third year,
you could get three stripes.

I've got four,
so I'm captain of the corporals,

the highest rank for students.

You're nothing. You're no one.

Learn how to listen to your superiors.
Give me the phone, now.

Get to bed!

[trumpet melody playing]

I'M YOUR b*tch

[snoring]

[whistle blows]

On your feet, ladies! Now!

Get dressed!

What? You think you're on vacation?

Get dressed 'cause it's slam time.
Get ready! Move it!

-[electronic music playing]
-[grunting]

[marshal] Move it, move it!

[breathing heavily]

[exhales sharply]

[groans]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[marshal] I wanna see you sweat!

Let's see what you've got. Come on!

[electronic music continues]

[marshal] Let's go!

[straining]

[pants]

[breathing heavily]

DAY 2

[trumpet blaring]

[distant bells ringing]

[moans, sniffles]

Why the long faces?

It was a miracle you passed
the entrance exams in the first place.

It's inspection time.

Perfect cube, clean-shaven.

Yo, this is not a cube. It's sh*t.

Who are you looking at?

Look at me again, I'll report you,
and you'll get another mark.

I don't wanna see
any stubble next time, got it?

[uneasy music playing]

This sucks.

Thirty push-ups.

Do it, quick!

[groans]

My little b*tch.

Good job.

[music fades]

Think that's good?

Sorry.

Nicely done.

I want you all lined up
under the flag in three minutes.

Here, take it for tomorrow's inspection.

[students in Italian]
♪ Brothers of Italy ♪

♪ Italy has risen ♪

♪ Bound Scipio's helmet ♪

♪ Upon her head ♪

♪ Where is victory? ♪

[in English] Act like
you're moving your lips!

Mind your f*cking business!

[singing stops]

Sing.

I just wanna hear you.

Sorry, I don't know the anthem.
I haven't had time to learn it by heart.

See the flag up there?

You gotta respect it
like it's your mother.

You have to honor it.

Well, then,
you've clearly never met my mother.

[thunder rumbles]

One hundred push-ups.

One hundred push-ups now!

Just sing it.

-We're gonna die 'cause of this.
-Leave her alone.

The three of you. You're coming with me.

Move it!

[dripping water echoes]

Yeah, I know. It's the old part.

As soon as it rains a little,
the sewers totally back up.

You have an hour.
I want this place shining.

If it's not, you're out of here.

We clear on this?

[all] Sir, yes, sir.

I didn't hear you! Are we clear?

[all] Sir, yes, sir!

Cleaning products are over there.

If the rats haven't eaten them yet.

[exhales]

What an as*h*le.

No, you're the as*h*le. It's your fault.

I don't know the anthem though!

Who the f*ck doesn't know
their own country's anthem? Who?

You guys gonna start cleaning?
I'm not getting kicked out 'cause of this.

Don't you get it? Can't you see
this is meant to screw us over?

Generations of my family went to Minerva,
and I'm the only loser who won't get to!

The only promise I ever made to my dad.

My dad forced me to come here.

Use this. It's baking soda.

Brenda uses it.

You're gonna need that.

-[gurgling]
-[Cipriani exhales]

-We're never gonna make it.
-True, if all you do is whine.

-Why don't you just shut up?
-Can you guys cut it out?

Give me a hand. Don't waste time.

What do I do with this?

Easy, add a little water.

Ugh, f*ck me.

♪ I saw you dancing ♪

♪ I've been watching you all night ♪

♪ You started moving ♪

♪ Your hand on my thigh ♪

♪ You started asking ♪

♪ To kiss the numb on my chest ♪

♪ Made it medical ♪

♪ Why I can't feel it ♪

♪ We started laughing ♪

♪ At my worship, a small lad ♪

♪ Laid on the sofa ♪

♪ Put my head in your lap ♪

♪ I started guessing ♪

♪ Cautionary halts ♪

♪ "Don't treat me different" ♪

[breathing heavily]

♪ Made too much noodles
You felt heavy ♪

♪ Voice betrayed me, cruelly high ♪

♪ You left your body… ♪

That Brenda's an absolute genius.

-[chuckles]
-Who is she?

Our housekeeper.

Basically, my mother.

My driver's like a father.

I'll be shunned by the real one
if I'm kicked out.

Anyway, sorry about earlier.

♪ Oh, hippie fairy
Came to this earth… ♪

You're forgiven.

-But please learn the f*cking anthem.
-[laughs]

Okay, ba*ls.

Calling me ba*ls
is kind of sexist, Camilla.

-It's not nice.
-[both laugh]

[marshal] Cadets.

[music fades]

[marshal] Mm.

Back to class.

Not you.

Your hair must always be well-kempt.

[sighs]

-[thumping]
-[girl] Help! Open up! Please let me out.

I can't take it in here.
Please help, someone! I'm claustrophobic.

-[thumping continues]
-Help!

Get me out of here, please!
Help! Is anyone here?

-[beeping]
-[door lock clicks]

[exhales] Thanks.

Weren't you freaking out?

Where are you going?

I'm pretty sure
you were supposed to stay in there.

This is just great...

I swear
you'll never believe the mess I'm in.

It's bad, so please, please
don't get me in any more trouble

'cause I'm on very thin ice.

I've got two red marks…

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

f*ck me. [grunts]

Hey, wait up!

Hang on!

[lighter clicks]

Could you just tell me who you are?

I thought you were having a panic attack.

But you look fine to me.

Hey, is that a joint? Oh, fantastic.

Wow, you're quite the talker.
Hi, pleased to meet you.

My name's Paola.

You look like
you've got a complicated name.

[metallic clanging]

Tell me some other time
'cause it sounds like someone's coming.

[Cipriani] What?

["Punto di domanda"
by Emma Nolde, feat Nayt, Mecna]

[Paola] Hurry up!

[Cipriani] Eh!

[both moaning]

[moaning continues]

[Paola] Ah!

Now I get why
you like this school so much.

[music stops]

You were out here smoking?

Course not, I came to f*ck.

Why are you trying
to drive Dad crazy? Hmm?

Their dad?

[Paola's brother] What's your problem?

[student] Give your phones back.
Time's up, guys.

Hurry up, or you'll get a mark.

[tuts] Mm.

You still need yours.

Thanks.

May I?

You really suck at this stuff.

Here.

Did you know this is ablative?

-It's the same for all these as well.
-Hmm.

You've gotta circle it
'cause it's a subordinating conjunction

that's essential
to the subordinate clause.

That's the matrix.

[pen rasps on paper]

Okay.

All done.

Thanks a lot.

How can I pay you back?

You don't have to. It's fine.

You do know some people
do favors for free, right?

Hmm.

All right.

Holy sh*t. sh*t!

What is it?

Here's the thing.

I was in the hallway earlier,
and I heard someone in the archives

just yelling, "Let me out. I'm dying!"

So, you know, being the idiot that I am,
I opened the door, and this girl, um,

this really hot babe comes out,
but she's totally insane.

She just starts running
and doesn't answer any of my questions.

She lights a huge joint
right in front of me.

Yeah, so what?

Turns out her name's Paola,
and she's Diego's sister.

He's the commander's son,
in case you didn't know.

-Um, he's with Rachele.
-[tense music playing]

Diego is the commander's son?

Yeah.

I didn't do it on purpose,
but I kept the key card to archives.

I feel like I'm losing it.
I've barely gotten any sleep at all.

Won't be any better tonight.

I have to keep sending
that wackjob messages.

Give me your phone.

-Come on, do it.
-Why?

I'll message him, all right?

And I'll get rid of this key card.

'Cause I gave you a hand with Latin?

You do know
some people do favors for free.

-[jacket zipping]
-[chuckles]

Thanks.

[tense music continues]

[door opens, closes]

[footsteps approaching]

Yo!

-Let go of me!
-What is that?

-Why do you care?
-What's that for?

It's to burn his damn flag
so he backs off of me tomorrow.

Come with me.

[quietly] Come here.

Let go of me!

Just come. Quiet!

Don't be dumb.

You're just feeding into what
Esposito wants,

an excuse to kick you out.

What are you doing out here at night?

Just trying to help Vincenzo.

Listen, go do your thing.
I'm going to bed.

I'm gonna pass out
if I don't get to sleep.

Write to Max every hour.
Say that you're his b*tch.

I know it's strange.

Just write it, or he'll k*ll him.

[sighs]

Could you tell me why you care
about this school so much?

Because I don't have a driver
or a housekeeper to parent me.

["Inno di Mameli" playing on phone]

[in Italian] ♪ Brothers of Italy ♪

♪ Italy has risen ♪

[music ends]

-[electronic beep]
-[door lock clicks]

[suspenseful music playing]

[music intensifies]

MINERVA MILITARY HIGH SCHOOL
PERSONAL FILE

DAY 3

[trumpet blaring]

-[in English] Salvo, Salvo.
-Huh, huh.

-You awake?
-Yeah.

You took care of it?

Yeah.

Max? Where's my phone?

-Gave it to Camilla.
-Why'd you give it to Camilla?

She took over for the last two hours.
I was dead tired.

Are you nuts? You said you'd do it.

Chill out, will ya?

Your punishment's over.

Go talk to a shrink, guy.
The stuff you wrote me was sick, dude.

See that? It's all good.

[distant bell ringing]

[exhales, inhales sharply]

[footsteps approaching]

[Diego exhales]

Hmm. Nice.

This is great. Bravo.

You can go. You're free.

Hey, who's he?

[melancholy music playing]

No one.

Go to the courtyard.

[music turns mysterious]

[breathes deeply]

["Inno di Mameli" playing]

[in Italian] ♪ Brothers of Italy ♪

♪ Italy has risen ♪

♪ Bound Scipio's helmet ♪

♪ Upon her head ♪

♪ Where is victory? ♪

[in English] When that anthem started
and you weren't singing,

my whole life flashed before my eyes.

But then you sang your heart out,
and it was kind of in tune, right?

Yo.

Perfect, yeah.

Guys. I've got no idea how,

but Leonardo knows
you messed with the seniors.

Knows what? What did you do?

Forget it. It's a long story.

Yeah, but he just went to see Diego,
so what's he gonna tell him?

[Leonardo] Senior, excuse me.

[uneasy music playing]

So what exactly did you tell Diego?

You really wanna get us kicked out?

You're a real as*h*le, you know.

[bell rings]

[chairs scraping]

[Diego clears throat]

You guys know
what the dress sword represents?

[intriguing music playing]

Honor.

And discipline.

The spirit of brotherhood.

If you don't have those values,
you don't deserve the sword.

You.

You get what that means, right?

And you…

[exhales] Don't look at me.

You're a thorn in my side.

No matter what, you keep poking.

How about this?

You seemed so glad to sell out,
you pissed on your classmates.

So you're gonna stand right here until
you piss on yourself for real, you snitch.

[imitating urination]

[music intensifies]

[phone beeps]

[music fades]

[phone line ringing]

[phone ringing]

-Hey, Salvo.
-[Salvo] Hey, Ma.

Finally, you call.

You were looking for me?
What did you want?

How is it the judge is the one
who told me you were in there?

It all happened really fast, that's all.

And they don't let us
use phones here, really.

-You need anything?
-[scoffs]

Yeah.

Send me a pic of you in your school gear.

Mom, I'm gonna have to let you go now.

Keep in touch.

Esposito saw him standing there
and gave him a third mark.

He's out.

Guess we should feel bad.

INVESTITURE DAY

[ship horn blares]

[wistful piano music playing]

Here.

All right, thanks.

[Francesco] If you're accepted,
you'll be in first year when I'm in third.

I'll choose you as my recruit.

[commander] Greetings, first-year cadets.

With the handing of the dress sword,

you will be officially welcomed

into the Minerva Military School.

May this investiture fill you
with pride and encourage you.

[music turns hopeful]

You shall honor this school,

the dress sword that represents it,

and the senior that chooses you
as a brother in life and in arms.

Cadets!

Front to center, front!

Recruit,
once you receive this dress sword,

you commit to becoming a good citizen,
a good soldier,

in the loyal observance of the principles
of the Italian Constitution,

and to honor the military.

Senior,

I am ready to receive this dress sword.

I vow to draw strength from it,
to fulfill my duties as a cadet,

for the good of the nation's institutions

and our homeland.

Show me
I didn't make a mistake choosing you.

Congratulations, well done.

[Rachele] Thank you.

You bribed another cadet
to pass the inspection.

Think you fool me?

Get ready.

'Cause when I finish with you,
you'll be a stranger to your own mother.

[music turns tense]

[music turns wistful]

I didn't see your parents.

Didn't see yours either.

You look pretty good like that.

So do you.

[music turns suspenseful]

The guy in the bed next to mine
is actually the commander's son.

I got on his good side right away.

SUN TZU
THE ART OF w*r

[music intensifies]

[music fades]

[mysterious music playing]

[music fades]

[tender music playing]

[music fades]