Scianel (2024)

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Scianel!

No, take it easy Scianel. Come on.

We got rag for today,

what kind of pasta do you want?

When my grandfather says that,

what he really means is that he already

decided the men way before.

But since he doesn't want me to

know that he asks me what I want.

He thinks I don't know

he wants to cook penne

that he got this morning on

sale at Mandal's grocery?

Otherwise they'll expire.

I'm waiting for you.

I want bow ties.

We don't have bow ties.

Yes we do, just look for them.

Don't be such a pain,

I told you we don't have bow ties.

Did you really look? Check.

We do have bow ties.

But...

how did she know it?

She's really strange this

granddaughter of mine.

Strange.

I wish it was only my grandfather

who considers me strange.

I know what people say

about me, behind my back,

but I just don't care.

What can I do if I see and

hear things that others can't?

Sure, I feel a little bad when they don't

believe me, and that's all the time,

but I can't just stay quiet.

Anyways I say what I say

for the pleasure of saying it,

not because I wanna be right at all costs.

I burned myself (cursing).

sh*t.

Do you think it's

different with my friends?

Do you know how to do a

wheeley with the scooter, like me?

Sure.

Whenever you want, I'll challenge

you and you'll bite the dust.

Who do you think you are, Valentino Rossi?

Get outta here.

Guys, you don't even have scooters,

what challenge are you talking about?

What is it today?

Socks with a hole day?

You could've told me I

would've worn mine too.

Guys,

do you also got socks...?

How the hell did she know?

How should I know?

But she's strange, really strange.

The other day she guessed

that I had broccolis for lunch.

That's only because you let out

a fart that almost k*lled us all.

How's it going there, I

still gotta wait for you?

Not to talk about what

my teachers at school say.

Who, Scianel? Such a pain!

Tell me about it, sometimes

I don't even know what to answer.

By now I walk with a

vocabulary in my pocket,

because every time she sees me

she wants to know the meaning

of this word and that word.

Then it seems as if I

were the ignorant one.

As if she weren't the

one who's all strange.

Okay bye.

Bye.

And I really feel that way, strange.

(gentle music)

Is it my fault

if in the clothes people hang

out to dry on the balconies

I see a rainbow?

Or if in the smoke of

Uncle Tano's stigghiolis

I can smell the grass that the

calf ate when it was still alive.

(cow mooing)

Once Tot went to the sea and

found a shell the size of an orange.

His mother told him

that if he put it to his ear he

could hear the sound of the sea.

No one heard it.

Not Tot, not Peppe, not even Giulia.

Only me.

I heard the sound of the

sardines flapping their fins,

the octopuses clinging to the rocks,

the splashing of the waves

when they reach the beach.

I didn't say anything.

I don't know how I did it.

But that time I managed

to keep my mouth shut.

It's bad, though, not being

able to tell others how I feel.

Sometimes I feel like there

are too many colors around

and no one who can play

with them together with me.

Nothing, that's the way I am,

there's little I can do about it.

Like it or not, I have

to learn to live with it.

Ready.

Why do you have that face, Scianel?

It's nothing grandpa,

just that today I feel a little... Weird?

Whatever but we already know that.

But... Scianel,

it's not that you have a stomach ache?

So, Scianel...

when you're young, like you...

everything seems bigger than it is,

then instead things pass...

It's just girly stuff.

Grandpa... Hey, grandpa what?

What are you, a boy?

Look, forget about it, let's eat.

Come on, give me your plate.

Come on.

Wait, a little bit more.

It's... Enough, enough.

It's good for you, come on.

Thanks.

Ok, do you know what?

I'll eat from here.

Do you not want anymore?

No, that's enough.

So then I'll eat from here.

Enjoy.

Enjoy...

She's so cute.

(yelling)

(cards fall)

Look, don't get all annoyed now,

go out and buy some bread.

Make sure you get a nice and cooked loaf,

not like the one last time,

that except that it was God's grace,

it wasn't even good

enough to feed the dogs.

Are you putting your hand out?

Wow you can really reach out your hand...

Here, one euro...

Wait!

Bring me the change, not like last time,

that you kept fifty cents.

Go buy the bread, don't be annoyed.

(city ambiance)

Writing, painting, sculpture and sewing

workshops for children and youths.

From beginning of June to the

end of September! Free enrollment.

I fell in love with Marina.

A brunette girl but... really pretty.

You'd think there'd be one

that works of all these lighters,

sh*t... Grandpa!

What is it? What happened?

What's all the commotion?

Free? What, the bread?

No, it's a workshop for the

kids of the neighborhood,

it's free. I wanna do writing.

Wait, no, sculpture.

No, come to think about it

I think I'd be good at painting.

Slow down.

Hold your horses, ohh!

What are you talking about?

What are these workshops?

Are you sure they're for free?

Look it's written right here. Free.

Free...

'Cause you know...

money here... Zip! Squat!

Squat!

What's it about... these... workshops?

Activities with other guys,

writing, painting, sewing...

Sewing?

Why Mrs. Teresa she can't

teach you to sew?

She's really good you know.

Jeez.

I don't wanna sew, it's just an example.

Please, grandpa, please, please!

I get bored staying at home

all summer doing nothing.

Who gave it to you?

I found it on the ground.

On the ground.

And what does grandpa always tell you?

That you don't pick up

things from the ground.

Because there's needles from drug addicts.

And you can pierce yourself...

For free...

Whatever, I'll check it out.

Thanks, grandpa!

Thanks, thanks, thank...

What... thanks, thanks... Did I say yes?

You can go?

No, I said I'll check it out.

Right?

Right.

Thanks grandpa, bye.

What you mean bye, how

am I supposed to check it out?

She took the leaflet...

(gentle music)

Are we really gonna

stay here doing nothing?

What do you wanna do, Scianel?

Stay cool there in the shade.

Cool?

But there's forty degrees out here.

Wow, Scianel, you're always complaining.

Guys, I'm bored.

Don't think about it.

Why don't we do a nice treasure hunt?

Yeah, we'll look for your sister.

Scianel, there's no treasures here.

It doesn't have to be money.

We can invent something, no?

If there's no money,

I'm not moving from here.

All right, I'm going back home.

You dropped a piece of paper.

Writing and painting workshops.

What's this, a school thing?

Yeah, school, give me that.

Cuz, but don't you ever get bored?

No, I don't get bored.

What bores me is you

guys making me stay here,

sitting here and doing nothing.

So why don't you go?

Get outta here.

Cut it out, Tot, leave her alone.

You hear what she said,

she has to leave now.

Can't believe her.

Painting.

Painting is what I wanna do.

Painting.

(guitar music)

f*ck this.

Fabiola!

Up yours!

What is it?

Can I ask you something?

Let's hear it.

How are these workshops?

A big pain in the a*s.

Wait!

What is it?

And the teachers, are they nice?

You ever seen nice teachers?

Wait, one other thing.

What is it?

You have to pay to participate?

Sure that's all I need to pay

them for these workshops.

See ya.

Hello, grandpa?

Hello, Scianel,

Hello, Scianel, do you hear me? Yeah, yeah.

Listen, I talked with a friend

and he says it's all legit...

so I signed you up.

What for the workshop?

Yeah of course, where else?

Really?

Listen Scianel,

listen to me.

Get back home now 'cause

we gotta go get my pension,

ok?

Ok, I'll be right there.

Thanks, grandpa. Thanks.

(alarm ringing)

Hi, grandpa.

Hi, Scianel.

Are you drinking your milk?

Good girl.

I'm going to the workshop, bye.

Bye, Scianel, have fun.

Nice to meet you, Karol, with a K.

Like it?

Yeah.

I'll bet, this is a Kandinskij.

Look here.

You're Scianel, right?

Come, I wanna give

you your first assignment.

So, Scianel, since it's your first day

I would start with the

rice mosaic technique.

How it works.

First of all you need this,

the plywood board where you're gonna

make your drawing with the pencil.

Here, see, here's the

colored rice, toothpicks, glue...

You know it, right?

Start with something simple

and anything you need,

I'll be here somewhere.

Bye, bye.

Guys...

Let's all sit down, please...

You took in the sun instead of drawing!

You're tanned, all red.

It's hot.

Okay.

Here she is.

Hi, grandpa.

Hey Scianel, what pasta do you want?

Whatever you want.

Penne for today.

I'm deciding 'cause I

wear the pants around here.

That's right, penne, penne.

Not bow ties, penne.

From Mrs. Mandala...

What is it, Scianel?

Did you go to the workshop?

Did you practise drawing?

A lot.

Tell me something.

What did you fight about

with your cousin Tot?

Who, the idiot?

What is it between you two?

Why are you so red, Scianel?

Forget it.

Okay, I'll set the table.

Why did you take off

like that the other day?

Don't you know Tot?

He's just a moron.

And you?

Why didn't you take my side?

We were sitting there for an hour,

just looking at each other, doing nothing.

Don't you know that's how it is.

Sun comes up then goes down

and another day's gone by.

And you like that.

Me, honestly, I can't take it anymore.

If we want we can do something about it.

Yeah, all right.

Are you coming out later?

No, I got things to do.

I signed up for the workshop.

What, the one from the leaflet?

Where is it?

At the recreational center.

You wanna come?

And how would I find time?

I gotta help my mom and

then we're on vacation.

Isn't a whole year of school enough?

Bye, Gi.

And careful now,

don't have too much fun without me.

Hi, guys.

Hey.

(lively music)

Hey, what a nice fork!

Careful you'll pinch your hand.

Why it happened to you too that...

What, from a drawing?

Could that be?

Of course not...

You been coming here long?

It's my second year.

I like it.

Me too.

Karol, come here. You like it?

Do you like it?

Nice.

Ma'am, where are you going?

It's my turn.

We have to respect the order.

Sorry.

Good evening, please have a seat.

Good evening, good evening madame.

May I?

Please.

Are the cards for you?

Sure, I'm the one here.

Right. Your birth date?

November 25th 1949.

Ohhh, what a great day.

You were born on such

a great day, you know.

Thanks.

Really a great day.

Right, middle or left?

No, the middle.

Can't go wrong that way.

Tell me something.

By chance are you afraid of

losing someone, something?

Yeah, my head... And I can also see,

you think about your past, your family,

you have a thorn in your heart.

Ma'am, listen.

What I have in my heart I already know.

I came here

'cause I wanna know if

there'll be a little bit of luck...

in my home.

Dear, I tell you the things I see.

And the cards say that you

don't know which way to turn.

And that fortune for now

has a little bit neglected you.

You see, this is the fortune card

and this is the broken path.

You see?

Like you're going through

an unpleasant moment in life.

But,

please tell me, ma'am.

What do you think this

broken path depends on?

I think... a friend that

you... told him that...

maybe you used to win and now you don't.

I don't know. Do you

like to play for money?

How do you play?

The lottery.

You see, my dear?

However, there is also

the card of well being.

And do you know what that means?

That there's money coming

in, money on the way for you,

and it's not a small amount. It's a lot.

However, you have to be careful

not to turn your back on good fortune.

You must respect it.

And welcome it.

Welcome it?

My dear sir,

seeing that this is the first

time you're coming to see me

I want to gift you these three

numbers for the Bari lottery.

Listen carefully though, Bari.

And for my time,

I just want thirty euros.

Thirty euros?

Thirty euros?

Thirty euros.

Bari lottery, don't forget.

The Bari lottery.

sh*t, she's expensive.

Come here, go there, look

at me and I break your face...

Whose song is that?

The one who always does transformations.

Lady Gaga.

Is she Sicilian?

Yeah, sure, could that ever be?

Then why are you

singing in Palermo dialect?

What do you mean, I

just invented my version.

What are you drawing?

A guy screaming.

And you? Nothing?

You're fed up already?

No, it's that...

You got bored, you can tell me.

You don't look like one of those who come

a couple of times and then just give up.

In fact I don't wanna leave.

Rather, do you know what?

I'm gonna get those tempera colors

and come up with something.

Water colors. Take the

water colors they're nicer.

(music)

Did someone spill detergent on the ground?

Gosh what a beautiful fragrance,

where's it coming from?

What's going on guys, what's this perfume?

I think someone farted

and then sprayed perfume all

over to get rid of the stench.

Did you spray a whole bottle of perfume on?

Lookin' for a boyfriend?

Wow what a beautiful

smell, what is it, softener?

No what softener,

must be the vinegar I put in the laundry.

Really nice.

Grandpa.

Grandpa.

Can I ask you something?

Let's hear it.

Er... do you believe in magic?

Why are you asking?

No, because, today, at the workshop,

something weird happened.

At one point, when I finished my drawing,

I drew a meadow, a scent started

coming out of the paper.

And I thought it was

somethin' serious for a minute!

It happens because they

put perfume in the pencils,

to make them smell good.

Wait.

Let's check these numbers,

of that thief.

Thirty euros she ripped

off of me, can't believe it.

Thirty euros,

how can it be?

Thirty...

Smell.

Ehi, really nice.

No, I mean, the scent.

I'm supposed to smell a

perfume from a sheet of paper?

Yes!

Everyone smelled it!

Karol, Nunzia, the guys from the workshop,

the people I met on the street. Everyone.

It's the scent of the flowers

I drew, it's not the pencils.

Even with the sun I did with the

rice the same thing happened,

it gives off heat.

The fork, if you touch

it, it pinches your finger.

Grandpa...

Could it be that I became magical?

That I started doing magic?

Is this workshop making you crazy?

What've you become?

Madame Lunetta?

Leave her alone that thief.

Forget about it, stop, no more

talking about it, Scianel.

But everyone could smell it.

My friends, the people

I met on the street...

Look, Scianel, so.

You tell me the sun gives off heat,

the flowers have a beautiful

scent, the fork pinches...

Scianel, please...

I didn't know we have a magician here,

come on get outta here, come on.

Madame Lunetta... come on...

the sorceress...

another one...

So.

Thief.

Can you imagine if I get these numbers?

Whatever. So, numbers.

Fourteen.

And it's not there.

Sixty-five.

Don't even mention it.

Eighty-two.

Neither.

Oh God not even one.

Filthy thief.

Get outta here.

For real, though.

Yeah,

but money's arriving for

you, a lot, for your family,

but...

you can't offend this good fortune,

you have to welcome it.

Welcome.

Welcome it?

Here.

Scianel, you can't talk to

anyone about this, understood?

And for now you can't

go to the workshop either,

forget it.

But I... But I, nothing.

Look smart people can also be really mean.

And so?

I can't draw anymore?

Now that I found something I really like.

Who said you can't draw anymore, Scianel.

You have to keep drawing.

But where I tell you to.

And if people wanna see the miracle,

they have to pay, Scianel.

Do you wanna study?

Yeah?

What do you wanna be?

Doctor, nurse, a professor...?

You need money to study.

We need the money, Scianel.

I'm doing this for your

future, you understand?

Look.

I'm going to my room to lie down

a while 'cause I feel a little tired.

Here.

(music)

So?

So...

she's finishing it.

Hail Mary, full of grace...

Keep quiet, she has to finish it.

Did you finish it?

We don't wanna fill the

house up with smoke!

Now that you saw with your own eyes,

if you want drawings

done by my granddaughter

you know what to do.

One thing I ask.

In the neighborhood,

don't talk about this with anyone.

Don't go talking left and right.

Rest assured, uncle Pietro.

Women of honor is what we are.

Good,

I'm counting on it.

Hey, Pietro.

Ohh, Giustina, what happened?

Is this thing true about

your granddaughter?

Who told you?

My sister.

Don't worry my family is honorable.

We won't say a word.

Ok, I know. And so?

By chance,

your granddaughter, after she

finishes with my sister,

could she come to see me?

To do what?

A portrait.

I want a nice portrait

of a weeping Holy Mary.

Forget it.

We don't mess with saints.

Maybe something else,

I don't know, I'll think

about it and get back to you.

Tell me something.

You got money?

Sure!

And you know

you have to buy the paper and colors?

Yes, ok.

And I'm counting on it,

don't tell anyone.

Money a lot and words very few.

All right, all right, all right.

Okay, go ahead, slow slow.

Watch your step.

Come here.

What can I get you?

A fruit juice,

a lemon ice?

A slice of melon.

Come in, darling, come in.

See how nice?

So, do you want anything?

What do you want me to draw?

Scianel, you know. I'm alone.

No one visits me.

I used to have two goldfinches

that sang all day long.

Do you see that cage?

The female was smaller,

the male was bigger and had a white chest.

Cic and Coc were their names.

Then, in two weeks, they both died.

I was really fond of them

and didn't feel like replacing them...

Er...

if I go and get a photograph,

will you draw them for me?

(gentle music)

Ask what drawing they want

done and set an appointment.

I want a painting this big,

of a cash machine that spits out

money from morning to night.

Can you do that?

(playful music)

See here?

I want a mural here.

A five thousand watt loudspeaker that boosts

out Frankie Pancetta music at high volume.

That way I save money on the electric bill,

what do you think?

Miss Scianel,

I have a problem with a certain person.

That great useless piece of

garbage of my mother in law.

Damn her.

A nice bottle of beer you gotta draw me.

Nice and big.

Are you sure beer will come out?

It has to be ice cold.

A cigarette.

Elettra Lamborghini's full lips.

I want a drawing of a plant.

A cactus plant.

To be exact, a mother-in-law's cushion.

That the day she comes to

my house again and sits down,

I'll put it on her chair

and so it'll prick her a*s.

I need a dog.

A dog that as soon as he smells

cops he starts barking real loud.

You scared me!

Where have you been?

No, it's that...

I could see you were

starting to get bored...

How long has it been since you last came?

No, it's that my grandfather... Yeah!

Too bad, you were good.

Come on, come back.

You know,

I heard they're taking

us to Palermo next week.

But not just once.

They say instead of

staying here, in the Zen,

they're making us do the workshop downtown,

I don't even know where it is.

In Palermo?

Yeah.

Nunzia!

Crap you're so nice, Scianel!

Nunzia.

Scianel!

Long time no see.

Yeah, Nunzia, I know,

it's that I had a problem

with my grandfather

he wasn't feeling good with his allergy,

but now he's fine.

What do you say, can I come back?

With the activities we're moving

for a couple of weeks downtown,

it'll be closed here for a while.

And can't I come too?

There's limited space...

Do you really wanna come?

You won't do like these last weeks...

No, I wanna come, I swear.

We'll see, I'll take a note.

And if a spot comes

up I'll consider you, ok?

Nunzia,

since I was a child I

wanted to go to Palermo.

Why? Aren't we in Palermo?

This is what we'll do,

tell your grandfather

to sign this authorization

and we'll find a spot for you.

Happy?

Bye.

Bye, Scianel.

So.

Bonfante.

Calascibetta.

Rubino.

The Mangiaracinas did you go to see them?

No.

Oliveri's?

Scianel, you gotta go,

they're waiting for you.

Scianel, what's the matter?

I wanna go back to the workshop.

What did you say?

I wanna go back to the workshop.

Do I talk Greek?

I don't care, I wanna go back.

I still wanna go.

Even because now they're going

to do lessons in Palermo

and I've wanted to go there all my life.

You're not going.

No, I'm going.

No, you're not.

So then this is what we'll do.

Since you won't let me go,

this afternoon you go to see

the Mangiaracinas and Oliveri, how's that?

Rude...

with her grandfather...

sh*t, the world is coming to an end.

Authorization...

(engine humming)

(indistinct chatter)

(light music)

Scianel, look you can talk

to me, I'm not mad anymore.

Are you still thinking about it?

I'm over it.

There sure are lots of

things you can draw here.

And whose fault is it?

You haven't done anything these days.

And if you keep it up, your grandfather

really won't let you come anymore, this time.

The olives!

What olives?

Mrs. Cuticchio's.

Scianel, you really are weird.

Here, eat one of these almond cookies,

the nuns make them.

And come on, Nunzia's waiting for us!

Olives...

Grandpa,

I did the drawing for Mrs. Cuticchio.

Oh, really?

And the one for...

Mrs Rosetta?

You do that?

And for Mrs Caronia, finished?

And the one for Miss Giaconia?

You did it?

And the one for Peppe the

shoe shiner you're doing it?

Anyway...

look now I'm gonna start and by the end

of the week end I'll finish everything,

I swear.

Ah, you swear?

I gave my word to these people...

they gave me money.

Scianel, listen.

Finish the drawings,

it's best for you and for me,

listen to your grandpa.

Sure.

Hi, Gi. I'll see you

later, I'm in a rush now.

Wait, Scianel.

Come on, Gi, let me go.

Scianel, I wanted to tell you something.

I thought about joining the workshop.

But for sewing, that way I'll learn to sew

and I won't go around with

holes in my t-shirts anymore.

What do you think?

I think it's great, I'm happy. Really.

I told you you'd want

to come sooner or later.

Anyway now I gotta go.

Bye, Scianel.

So I'll see you at the workshop?

Ok, bye.

It has to be with meat.

And sauce.

Finished it.

What's this round thing supposed to be?

Did you put the rice in?

Can't you see it?

It's a rice ball in the shape of a dome.

Like the ones of the Martorana Church.

Where's the smell of frying oil?

What is it, almonds?

Disgusting.

Do you call this a girl?

If I remember right I asked for

Elettra Lamborghini's full lips.

Crap, not this antique portrait.

No, I don't want this.

I'm gonna go talk with your

grandfather now, understand?

Uncle Pietro, all I can say...

What is it?

I had this in my mouth all morning, see...

So, I was saying.

I, with your granddaughter, was very clear.

I told her I wanted a drawing of Fury,

I wanted to groom its coat.

What does four horses pulling a

carriage have to do with anything?

You're right.

(chanting)

In life you need respect,

and it looks to me that young people

nowadays have forgotten the meaning of that.

Look at that.

All right...

it could be the little girl got confused.

You asked for a King

and she understood Pope.

Pope King,

there only was one.

Michele.

God rest his soul.

I am the king.

And here everyone knows why I am the King.

She was supposed to draw me with a crown

and not with this papal head dress.

Besides, what's this funeral music,

what does it represent?

Your kind sir does not need to worry.

I'll take care of my granddaughter.

You, don't worry about it.

No need.

Goodbye.

And remember to give me

back the money I gave you.

Do you remember when we dived

in the sea with our underwear?

How old were we?

Who remembers, seven, eight.

Once I convinced you all to go to Mondello.

Holy crap what a walk.

Peppe always has great ideas!

If I think about it my feet still hurt!

But we had a great time.

So, we can't go anymore?

Come with me.

Let's go home.

Holy crap he's really mad.

Hi, uncle Pietro.

I said, let's go home.

Bye.

Now you have to tell me

what should I do with you.

What's in your brain?

Saw dust?

I gave my word to people and

those people want satisfaction,

or else their money back

and we have nothing left.

Scianel, we need the money to live,

and we also need it for your

future, you understand that?

Why? What did I do?

What's the matter with my drawings

that they're not good anymore?

What did you do?

What did you do?

Since you went to Palermo,

you've gone nuts.

What does this palace you

made for Melina represent?

She asked you for a drawing

of a rice ball with meat.

A rice ball with meat.

How is it that you don't get it?

I saw the rice ba*ls in

the Martorana Church.

With these trips to Palermo, I realized

that there are new, different forms.

I could smell scents that my nose...

never smelled before.

The sounds in the streets? Music.

It's like before I was blind,

deaf

and then, all of a sudden my ears,

my eyes and even my nose all opened up.

But this is all bullshit.

You gotta cut it out.

You gotta end it, Scianel.

It's all bull.

People wanna hear and

see the things they know about.

Stop thinking about all this nonsense.

Nonsense?

I want to show these

things to our neighbors.

So maybe they'll be liberated too.

To Aunt Nunzia, to Mrs. Melina, to

the King, to Mr. Calandra and to you too.

Scianel, things have to

go back like they were.

No, you never listen to me.

You don't care about what I say.

You just wanna make me feel guilty so I'll

do the drawings and you can keep the money.

I save the money for you.

I don't care.

And if you really want

to do something for me,

help me take Mrs. Melina to Palermo,

to the Martorana Church.

You have to talk to that pervert Ciccio

and you have to tell him that in the place

where I drew him the picture of the statue

there's a square full of naked

women, more beautiful and

intelligent than the ones

he looks for, on television.

You have to talk to the king and...

I'm going to bed.

If you wanna eat, there's

two eggs in the fridge.

I'm going to bed.

(gentle music)

(somber music)

What a gift you gave me...

Grandpa.

Let's do it Scianel,

let's see if we can open up these

eyes and ears, of our neighbors.

And let's see if we can liberate some noses too,

including mine, that's not able to smell anything.

Love you grandpa.

Hello, Melina? Don't worry.

We'll be there soon.

Listen, you just sit down, eat,

eat 'cause you gotta stay strong.

Get in, Scianel.

Palermo! Here we come!

(light music)

And so? I want my money.

What's the matter, Scianel?

Forget it, listen to your grandpa,

don't think about it.

Let's just stay here another while

and then we'll go back home.

Uncle Pietro! Scianel!

Here's another one who

wants his money back.

Here, this is the drawing I made for you.

If you want...

you can go see the plant that inspired me.

It's back there.

Where is it?

Back there.

Back there.

It's just wasted time.

You have to grow up with beautiful

things to appreciate them.

Some people look,

but they just don't see.

Our friends they were born with eyes closed

and with eyes closed

they'll leave this world.

No. Forget it, Scianel.

Forget it, listen to your grandpa,

don't think about it anymore.

Uncle Pietro! Scianel!

Beautiful! Marvellous!

The cushion for my mother in law!

No more thorns, only flowers.

Perfume and flowers, flowers and perfume.

A miracle!

I'm gonna give it to my mother in law,

maybe she'll soften up a little.

And the drawing?

Did you like it?

The drawing...

nice it's nice, the drawing, Scianel.

But...

But?

But one thing is missing.

Your signature.

Can you sign it for me?

Call him stupid!

Ok, come on, turn around.

Do you got a pen?

Here, I have one.

(light, upbeat music)

(music fades)