Last One for the Road, The (2025)

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There's an urban legend

in our town...

Let me know when to land.

We have to wait for the signal, OK?

- Are you ready, Doctor?

- Yes, I am.

And don't call me Doctor...

I only have

a junior high school diploma.

- Forgive me, sir.

- Forget about it.

Primo Sossai... born in '47...

worker since '66...

Married to Renata?

Yes, Renata.

He also has a daughter.

Yes, Genny. Genny with a "G".

- Beautiful day, isn't it?

- Yes.

Good thing we didn't run

into traffic.

That's all we needed!

I'll bring bottles of the good stuff!

Sure,

but make sure it's the good stuff!

I have good wine at home,

don't worry about it.

Primo Sossai?

Yes, that's me.

Come with us.

But... I have nothing!

What have I done?

Nothing in the pouch.

g*dd*mn it, the very day I retire...

That's it.

- He's given the signal.

- OK.

Primo!

Primo Sossai, great to meet you!

Tiziano Fadiga.

Primo Sossai.

- I know you very well.

- What have I done?

What have you done? Everything.

You did everything for us!

A worker here since the day our small

but great company first opened.

What am I saying... our great family!

- Sir, I...

- You don't have to say anything.

I'm the one who can't find the words

for all the hard work and commitment

and all those years

you dedicated to our business.

I want to tell you something...

We can't repay you

and your wife Renata...

- Do you know my wife's name?

- Of course!

I also know your daughter's name...

What's her name?

Genny! Your daughter Genny.

For all these years of sacrifice,

I wanted to be here today

to give you a small present

on your last day at work.

Here it is.

Sir, you shouldn't have.

Come on, open it!

- Right here, in front of everyone?

- Go on, open it!

Sir...

Call me Tiziano,

today we're on first name basis.

It's a Rolex Day Date.

A fantastic watch.

It's a gift which symbolises

all the time you gave to our family.

Look on the back of it.

Careful, it cost me an arm and a leg.

Sir...

- Tiziano, I'll keep it as an heirloom.

- Good!

- Come on, let's do this!

- I'm coming.

This is for you, sir...

- And here you are!

- This is for you and this is for me.

Hurray!

- Cheers!

- Cheers!

Congratulations!

To Primo and his retirement!

Thank you, thank you!

Very good!

- They're waiting for us in Venice.

- Alright, let's go.

Congratulations, Primo!

Goodbye, Tiziano!

Do you know what the secret is?

What?

Dori?

Hey, Dori!

Shall we have one last drink?

Let's go.

Wait, tell me again,

I lost the thread.

It was...

g*dd*mn it, I can't remember it!

Amen.

It's gone!

What do you mean gone? No!

It was something important.

Goddamnit!! We discovered

something amazing about life.

What the f*ck is wrong

with this beer?

You're right, it's weird.

Excuse me!

Miss, excuse me...

This beer...

tastes weird.

It's non-alcoholic.

What?

We're not allowed to sell alcohol

on the highway at this time of night.

What time is Genio arriving?

Around 11am.

In Venice?

Yes, in Treviso.

I mean Venice-Treviso.

Venice or Treviso?

The name of the airport is Venice.

And it's in Treviso?

To screw tourists.

And how does he get here

from Veni... from Treviso?

We'll go and pick him up.

But we have to sleep now.

If not, we'll never wake up tomorrow.

Well, no.

How about one last drink?

- Let's say this was the last one.

- But it's non-alcoholic beer.

- You're right.

- The very last one!

You're right.

Carlobianchi.

Let's have our last drink in Venice.

This could be the US.

What?

This could be the US!

Ah!

I need a cigarette.

Do you have any?

- I quit!

- Ah, that's true.

I keep forgetting!

Why don't you buy f*cking cigarettes,

g*dd*mn it?

If I buy them, I'll smoke them.

Exactly!

I'll go and bum one.

Great idea.

I thought it was only us Germans...

who had been Americanized.

I expected more resistance...

from you Italians.

- You're German?

- Yes.

You speak Italian well.

Thank you.

I studied for many years...

Are you on vacation?

Yes.

Well, no.

I came to Italy to see the country

before you Italians...

destroy it.

I think you're too late.

I've been looking for

the construction site of the

Lisbon-Treviso-Budapest for days.

The highway.

But I can't find it...

Do you know...

where I might find it?

No.

No, I don't know.

I've never heard of it.

A ghost highway!

Such folklore...

When we arrived,

they took off my blindfold

- and I discovered I was in Venice.

- May I?

Sure.

We went on a treasure hunt there...

Then we made another stop

and went to the beauty salon in Silea

to have a manicure...

You had a manicure?

Here's Carlobianchi.

- Hi girls!

- What a nice name!

You have really beautiful hands.

Susi was telling me

about her bachelorette party.

So you're getting married?

Do you want to make a contribution

to the wedding?

What contribution, damn it!

You should be paying us.

Carlobianchi,

did you have the shrimp c*ck?

No.

I haven't eaten that

since we used to go to Jesolo.

And how was it?

I thought it would be better.

This time, it had a sugary taste,

kind of disgusting.

Must have been the c*ck sauce.

Who the f*ck invented

the shrimp c*ck?

Some nut in the '90s.

Yeah, the '90s were great.

You're telling me.

If I let you back into the car,

promise you won't barf on the seats.

I feel great.

Let's go.

Jeez, no.

There they are.

How much did you have to drink

when you lost your driver's license?

I can't remember.

Five, six pints, tops.

Go, go, go, go...!

- Go, go, go, go...!

- Hey, old timer! Are you crazy?

If they take away my license

too, how will we get around then?

By bike, like schmucks?

Look, they're going fast.

Go, go, go!

Go!

Go!

Let's switch to stealth mode.

There you go!

No!

Again!

They've gone past.

That's crazy.

Do you remember the first time

Genio switched to stealth mode?

No.

It was that evening,

after dinner in Bassano,

with his crazy friends.

That was some hangover!

What the hell even was that place?

People were insane.

With the guy who said he'd seen UFOs

above the supermarket sign.

I've been thinking of something

lately.

I look at houses,

with doors, windows,

and lights inside, and...

I think that I will never go inside

that house.

I didn't use to think that before.

You didn't?

Before, I used to think:

one day I'll go inside that house,

that kitchen,

that living room,

that bedroom.

Paola bought a house like that.

The last time I saw her she told me:

"I moved into the Twilight Zone".

She must have bought an apartment

beyond the bridge.

150 square metres.

She doesn't come into town anymore.

She looks so skinny now.

Listen...

What happened to the dog

the two of you had?

She said to me:

"My dog goes to pet therapy

"and it's all your fault".

He got sad after we broke up.

Man, it should be people who go

to pet therapy with animals,

not the other way around.

Then I just don't get it.

Doesn't look good, Dori.

We can't not have the last one.

And...?

We'll have to wait for the bars

to open tomorrow morning.

Right.

Doctor,

doctor, doctor as*h*le...

Charliewhite.

As usual,

Divine Providence comes to our help.

Doctor, doctor, doctor as*h*le,

go f*ck yourself, go f*ck yourself.

Drink it, drink it, drink it,

drink it, drink it, drink it,

down the hatch!

Jesus, guys,

what the f*ck did you put in this?

It's a kalimotxo! Giulia Antonia

did her Erasmus in Spain.

Hola! Que tal?

- Since when do you speak Spanish?

- It's just like our dialect.

Guys, do you know a place

which is still open for a drink?

Guys, go at the "Biliardi", it's gin

and tonic night for two euros!

I'm already in love with you.

OK, let's go!

Guys, I'm off.

Where are you off to, Giulio?

Home?

We have our design review tomorrow.

Giulia Antonia,

congratulations again, and...

When do you have to get up?

At seven.

I'll teach you a trick.

Before you go to sleep,

stick two teaspoons in the freezer,

in the morning, put them

under your eyelids

and you'll be as fresh

as if you'd have slept eight hours.

There are some...

lymph nodes, I don't know,

they'll bring you back to life.

And you'll feel amazing the next day.

Even if you slept

for three or four hours.

I swear.

I believe you, but...

But I'm going home.

Do you want your present now?

Or...

- What do you say?

- No.

Maybe...

tomorrow!

If you want,

tomorrow we could visit Brion Tomb.

We've been talking about it

for five years.

Let's do it.

No, tomorrow I'm going back

to my parents in Verona.

Come on, come with us!

Giulia!

Come on!

No, really. Another time.

There's never another time.

Julio.

Let's go.

There's never another time.

- Come dance!

- I don't dance!

What?

I don't dance!

Go f*ck yourself!

Shall we do a line?

Here.

You want some?

Dori!

I love you.

You're crazy.

I've loved you

since the first time I saw you.

You're drunk.

You're a goddess.

Julio!

Julio!

What do you want?

We want to invite you

to have one last drink with us.

No, I'm going home.

Look, if you go home now,

you'll just feel bad.

What time is Genio arriving?

Again?

Jesus, you never remember!

The plane lands at 11 am.

I told you two hundred times!

Cheers!

Are you waiting for a friend?

A friend.

Let's say he's a friend.

Don't know how to describe him...

Dori, how would you describe Genio?

Describe Genio, go ahead.

Be concise.

Genio...

Genio is...

Genio is Genio, what else?

Genio is Genio.

His name is Genio?

His name is Eugenio Bortot,

born in 1960,

from Roe Basse, aka Genio.

He belonged to one of the last

farming families of Cornia.

His father...

died crushed by a tractor.

Poor guy.

Genio is the winner

of the most medals

of the Caliera Trophy of all time.

What is the Caliera Trophy?

- Caliera!

- The Caliera!

The Caliera trophy.

Caliera is the pot you use

to cook polenta.

It was a Piaggio Ape race

in the mountains,

organised by the town butcher

to commemorate the day he presented a

declaration of independence in Rome.

We went to Oktoberfest with Genio.

It was the first time we left Italy.

Genio took us to Villach

for the first time...

Where is Villach?

You don't know sh*t!

Just beyond the border,

in Austria, Villach.

The city of brothels,

the realm of brothels!

Over there, they're legal.

You can even pay with a card.

I swear!

I swear!

And they give you a receipt!

We went to get "baptised",

as Genio used to say.

We used to go to Slovenia with Genio,

to buy cigarettes and gas

because it was cheaper.

And on our way back

to the Veneto region,

we used to stop

at this amazing place,

Mery's tavern,

and we would stuff ourselves

with snails and polenta.

Really delicious.

Long live Mery!

Thanks, Mery.

How long has it been

since we last went to Mery's?

We'll go tomorrow

with Genio and Luca too.

- Giulio.

- Giulio...

- Or not?

- I have my design review tomorrow.

Yes, right.

Wait, what was I saying?

- You were talking about Mery!

- Ah, Mery.

To Mery.

Genio was everything to us...

What do you mean "was"?

"Was"?

He went to Argentina

before the 2008 crisis.

To do what?

Good question.

Never add new wine to old...

Drink up!

f*ck, no...

It's late, I have to go home.

Dori!

Did that thing from last night

at the rest stop come back to you?

No.

What thing?

A thing we said to each other,

that Carlobianchi believes

holds the secret of the world.

Stupid fools.

You've discovered the secret of the

world and you can't remember it?

But... was it the secret...

of the whole world or your world?

What's the difference?

Fair enough.

Look, Dori!

Come on!

White or red, Dori?

White.

And a sandwich.

Cooked ham and horseradish or bacon.

Great!

And for you?

- Nothing, I'm going home.

- Come on, Giulio.

- Let's have one last drink!

- This would be my first.

No.

It's the last one.

It's still yesterday for us.

For me, it's today.

I have to go to the train station

to catch my train, I have to go home,

get my computer and

come back here for my design review.

Where do you live?

In Mestre.

g*dd*mn it, where the f*ck is it?

Dori?

Weren't you there when we got a fine,

on the way there and back?

- Yes. Careful with speed cameras.

- Where are they?

- There are three of them.

- There are three of them.

I look every time

but I can never find them.

Twice we got a fine,

on the way there and back,

and also in the restricted

traffic area in Mestre.

- Be careful.

- Hey, be careful...

Don't tell me it was Venice airport

and not Venice-Treviso...

You're the one who said it was!

There are no international flights!

Stop it!

So, shall we get something to eat?

Guys, I have to go home.

But it was amazing.

No way.

Maybe I can still make it,

get my computer and go to university.

You don't even know where we are.

Come on, we'll take you. Get in!

Giulio...

You have to taste Mery's snails.

They're amazing.

Nobody makes them like her.

Nobody in the world.

- I don't like snails.

- Have you ever tried them?

Mery makes them

with garlic and butter,

but the garlic never covers

the taste of snails.

They're delicious.

When I say no, it means no.

OK?

Julio. Listen.

What the f*ck are you going

to do at home?

Your design review is f*cked

in any case.

By the way you look, I'm betting

you have nothing in your fridge.

Come and have a nice meal with us

and then we'll take you home.

Zerobranco, Rio San Martino,

Trebaseleghe,

Villanova, Ronchi, Piombino Dese.

Fossalta, Rustega...

What the f*ck is that old man

looking at?

Moniego, Scorz...

If you give me the name of this

place, I can look it up on my phone.

Levada, Torreselle, Santa Brigida...

- No?

- Resana...

Carlobianchi is against Google Maps.

Is the Brion Tomb here?

Let's go there!

Why the f*ck do you want to go

to the cemetery now?

Come on,

let's look for Mery's tavern.

Massanzago...

Camposampiero...

Where the f*ck is he going?

Only Genio knows how to get there.

Guys, I hate to break up

this dramatic moment,

but it says here that...

Mery's tavern is 5 kilometers

from here.

Why did Genio go to Argentina?

He got screwed

by a story about glasses.

We used to steal thirty,

forty pairs a week,

taken from the processing

waste of the production line...

that Genio took home,

counted and sorted,

to earn a harmless amount,

three or four thousand lire

a month for each of us.

It was just enough

to pay for extra expenses.

We gave some to our parents,

and for the rest...

we drank it up.

Every last drop!

Bye, Genio.

Hey, take care!

See you later, guys.

- Bye, guys!

- Bye!

Bye!

Come on, come and eat!

In a hundred years this will be

a collectible piece of furniture

because it was made by Angelo Rampon.

They told me that

Rampon furniture is solid as bricks!

I want to see if it's true!

We got carried away.

It went on for years.

They calculated

we had created a business

worth hundreds of thousands of euros.

Genio's mother

used to offer the buyers

coffee laced with grappa.

Thanks, mom.

She was also convicted

for criminal conspiracy.

How much for these?

Fifty.

These look good, don't they?

Yes.

Are they originals?

Sure.

Hello?

Mrs Bortot?

When they came looking for Genio

at his house,

they couldn't find him anywhere.

He was gone.

He'd run away.

To Argentina.

The thing is that...

he got rid of any information

that could lead to us.

Genio was convicted for multiple

thefts with aggravating circumstances

and criminal conspiracy.

That's no small crime.

And what happened to all that money?

In town, they say Genio took

his share and hid it years ago.

They call it the "little treasure".

But it's an urban legend.

Our share, on the other hand...

we blew the whole lot.

Over the years.

So what did you do afterwards?

Nothing.

2008 arrived.

The big crisis.

A lot of people got fired

at the factory.

I separated from my wife and had

to go back to live with my parents,

but I put in an independent entrance.

And things started going badly.

In a hundred years it will be

a collectible piece of furniture!

Now the crime has gone by

and Genio can come back

without too many problems.

And what is he coming back

for after all these years?

What do you mean?

What kind of question is that?

Everything.

Giulio? You have it.

No, thanks. You have it.

- No, no. I'm OK.

- Here it is!

Mine.

Giulio, have you heard of

the theory of marginal utility?

No. What is it?

The marginal utility

is the amount of satisfaction

that each single dose

of a consumed asset provides.

It's an economic theory.

Carlobianchi studied accounting.

Let's take this plate of cold cuts.

When we arrived, we were starving.

For the first salami slice,

we would have been willing

to pay 10 euros.

We really enjoyed

the first salami slice,

so increasing the marginal utility.

The increase in utility that

the second slice of salami generated,

even though significant,

was definitely less

than the first one. And so on.

It's also plausible to imagine

that there will be a point in time

when our consumer will be full.

That's exactly what happened to you,

Giulio.

Once the "point of satiety"

is reached,

other potential increases

in the use of the asset,

that is eating other salami slices,

will probably produce a disutility,

which means they decrease

the level of individual satisfaction.

At the point of satiety

the marginal utility is zero.

So it makes no difference to you

whether you eat the salami slice

or not.

Take it, man.

Do you understand?

Do you want anything else?

- Three coffees.

- Black?

I don't drink coffee.

It hurts my stomach.

- Laced, please.

- With plum grappa?

- Yes.

- Good.

There's only one thing

that marginal utility doesn't take

into account.

What's that?

The last drink.

The desire for the last one

never goes away.

Because it's something

that goes beyond thirst.

Guys, how about we say...

we go home?

I couldn't hold it anymore.

What a place.

Yoo-hoo hu! Is that you?

Yoo-hoo! Yes, it's us.

Isidoro, hurry up and open the gate,

the architects have arrived.

Who is that?

Divine Providence.

Welcome to Villa Bugnello.

Nice to meet you,

I'm Count Luigi Jacopo Maria

Bugnello.

Good to meet you.

It's a beautiful villa, Count.

- Really beautiful.

- Just a moment.

You have a Southern accent.

I didn't speak to you on the phone.

You spoke to me, Count.

Ah, that's it!

Let me show you.

Please, follow me.

The highway will go through here,

actually destroying

the 16th century garden.

The highway?

The Lisbon-Treviso-Budapest highway.

Listen.

The Barbarians are coming

on horseback!

Tell me you'll find a way

to put an end to this havoc?

Count,

may I look at the cadastral maps?

Of course!

Count, excuse me?

Before getting to work,

could we, please,

cadge something to drink?

We've had a long journey.

Of course! I'll have some fruit

juices brought to you immediately...

- Isidoro!

- Excuse me, Count.

We don't drink fruit juices...

Don't you have something stronger,

like a gin and tonic?

Much better,

I'll make you a perfect Daiquiri!

"An essential infrastructure

for the development

of the territory"!

That's what they told me.

I was horrified

when hearing those words.

You couldn't even imagine.

Why don't people use

the word "land" anymore?

Territory...

It makes me sick.

We have to appeal

to the regional administrative court

to block the construction site.

It'll be difficult

but we'll get there.

I'm guessing your property is listed

as cultural heritage.

Finally somebody

with a little optimism!

And people talk about

southern fatalism!

Awesome, thank you.

Thank you, Count.

Count,

your good health!

You know,

the director of Correr Museum

in Venice

once taught me a curious variation.

In addition to lime,

he added two drops of Pernod.

No way!

Frankly, it seemed like heresy to me.

Apparently, it was a thing back then.

They'll destroy everything.

Nothing will remain of this region.

Only a huge infrastructure,

a means to go from one place

to another,

but nowhere to go.

Very beautiful hands, Count.

Well, we must return to our studio.

It's a long way from here!

About that...

regarding travel expenses,

how should we deal with it?

Follow me.

So?

How should we deal with it?

Do you want an invoice,

or payment in cash, between us?

Look, I...

I didn't use to have a bank account

until recently.

So let's settle this between us.

Perfect, Count.

Is fifty enough...?

Let's make it a hundred.

"The property is protected...

"and the appeal to the regional

administrative court!"

How clever you are, Giulio.

Really clever.

It's the Veronese school.

You know everything.

It is a "capriccio".

A landscape that doesn't exist,

an imaginary landscape.

Here you can see

that they wanted to combine

the landscapes of the mountain

and the lagoon.

Without all those cities on the plain

between them.

He's good, our architecture student.

So, the Count...

has he gone to print the money?

Check this out.

Give it to me.

The architects are coming.

Let's go.

The surveyors.

Let's go!

When?

In about an hour.

In about an hour?

Great, thank you, Stefi.

Bye bye, gorgeous.

See you soon!

Great!

Who is Stefi?

Come on, those who say no

aren't worth it.

Get in, Dori!

Guys, please...

Come on, let's go!

Easy, easy!

What the f*ck do you have

in that bag?

Giulia Antonia's graduation gift...

I had bought a book

on the Brion Tomb for her.

"Had bought"?

Meaning you don't want

to give it to her?

She's back in Verona now.

So?

Call her and tell her

you'll bring her the gift

and go and have fun.

No, no.

I'm not like that.

Like what, then?

Like you two, Charlie.

Jesus, you're such a jerk.

What time do we arrive in Mestre?

Depends.

- On what?

- On you.

On me?

She's great, Stefi.

OK, shall we go?

- Where the f*ck do you want to go?

- He wants to go back to Mestre

to lock himself up and cry over

the girl from yesterday's graduation.

No Giulio, now there's Stefi.

Who is this Stefi?

Who is Stefi?

Stefi is...

Stefi!

OK, I understand...

No, guys. I don't do stuff like that.

Starting from today you do.

No, I don't.

You're too nervous, man.

Relax, man.

No, really...

Stop it.

OK, if we have to go,

tell me what I have to do.

Do you see that main door?

Go in there and then up the stairs

first floor on the right.

- Alright, let's go!

- Off you go!

May I?

The man over there is smoking

a cigarette.

as*h*le.

Forget cigarettes,

you don't even smoke.

Think they smoke?

Why don't you quit?

Because I never started.

Come on, it's not possible

we can't remember this.

I really can't remember!

Let's take it from the top,

from where we started.

Yesterday we were really wasted,

Carlobianchi.

I know Dori,

but we're always wasted,

that's no excuse.

Nothing.

So, how was it?

Shall we go and drink the last one,

guys?

Charlie, Charlie.

I can't believe it.

What?

There's Genio!

Genio?

Hey, guys!

You're here?

When did you get here?

This morning.

We wanted to pick you up

but Charliewhite here...

we got the wrong airport.

So?

All good.

Big changes in town, I see.

You?

Good. Good.

Let's get organised?

Let's do something.

Yes. Sure thing!

We're having one last drink

at the "Centrale", you coming?

I'm heading home now,

I wanted to sort a few things out.

Maybe over the next few days.

You gotta tell us everything, Genio.

Argentina, all these years.

It's a long story...

I'm off, I'm exhausted.

Sure. Of course.

- Soon, then.

- OK.

Bye, Genio.

OK, so:

San Vito d'Altivole...

is here.

- You're ace.

- I'm laced!

Where is villa Bugnello?

More or less here.

Here's...

- where we ate salami, right?

- Roccolo!

Rovigo?

Rovigo doesn't exist.

So where are we?

We're here.

We're here.

Home.

Oh my God, I destroyed Venice.

I'm going to piss my pants.

Hey, Primo.

Primo?

Is that watch story true?

Genio!

Genio...

Must be down below somewhere.

We're already down below.

They went deep with the foundations.

g*dd*mn it.

What the f*ck do I do now?

Here's to us!

Jesus, Charlie!

Even the veranda

is made of anodized steel!

Pure Venetian Informalism!

Well?

Wait, wait, wait...

What state are you in?

Hi, baby.

Away with you!

Hi, Ketj.

You two are a mess.

Look at the state you're in.

And where did you find

this new article?

Hi, Madam.

This is Giulio.

- Good evening.

- He's from Naples.

But he's great.

He also calls me Madam.

He's a Southern gentleman.

OK, Southern gentleman,

come in, I'll prepare a bed for you.

Dori, you're sleeping on the sofa.

Come in.

Where are you going?

To pick up my little girl, her

father's on a motorbike trip today.

We're not seeing each other today?

If you want, we can meet tonight

at the "Centrale",

have a drink before going back home.

I'm not drinking ever again.

Sure.

I feel terrible.

Well done!

I'm dying.

Have a shower, you look disgusting.

Good morning, sunshine.

Hi, Carlo.

Oh, yes!

Giulietto?

Hi dad.

I was wondering, maybe...

I don't know if you're busy today...

I was thinking I could come to...

to Verona and

we could go to Castelvecchio,

there's the restoration

by Carlo Scarpa.

Yes?

Yes. OK.

There's never another time!

Exactly!

I'll text you as soon as I check

the hours for the train...

OK, awesome! Sounds good.

See you soon, then.

OK, bye. Have a nice day.

Well done, man!

Don't you lot ever grow up?

We're too old to grow up!

A fine life!

We'll give you a ride to the plain

to catch the train,

if you catch it here,

you'll never get there.

Can we do something first?

The tomb was created by

Carlo Scarpa for the Brion family.

Ah, those guys!

My grandmother had a Brionvega TV.

The heaviness of the volumes

in reinforced concrete

constantly evokes the gravity

of death.

While the empty spaces

and the bodies of water refer...

to a condition

of almost ethereal lightness.

It feels like being in Japan.

Carlo Scarpa died in Japan.

Ironically,

he fell down the stairs.

The man who somewhat revolutionised

the whole concept of stairs.

He's buried down there,

standing up.

Like a samurai.

Really?

And the ground...

was raised by 85 cm higher

to allow you...

to see the plain

from a different point of view.

It doesn't look like a tomb.

Actually, it's not a tomb.

It's a machine for processing grief.

You've really never been here?

No, never.

How the f*ck can you not know

anything about the place you live in?

We know f*ck all,

yet we know everything.

Everything okay, Giulio?

I imagined it differently.

Different how?

I had always seen it in a plan, so...

So now I see the space,

the volumes,

the landscape...

I don't know how to put this...

The reality is much more beautiful.

- The gift!

- I have it!

- Verona!

- Verona, come on!

Platform 2!

Verona.

Look, here.

Hurry up!

The ticket, Giulio!

The ticket!

g*dd*mn it. I have to quit smoking.

- See you soon.

- Hurry up, the train is leaving!

We'll come looking for you.

Julio!

Make sure...

What?

Julio!

Julio!

Go, Julio!

It's been ages

since I had a decent ice cream.

This isn't lemon.

I think he gave me

Fior di Latte flavour.

Can I taste it?

It's not lemon.

Fior di Latte. Or yogurt.

Weird.

I was expecting it to taste bitter,

but in the end, it's sweet.

Go change it.

Come on.

Come on.

Hold on.

What the f*ck?

Carlobianchi!

I just remembered that thing

from the other night.