L'uomo sulla strada

Fat!

Hat!

Mat!

Rat!

Cat!

Dad! I said "Cat"!

Dad?

Dad, where are you?

I don't like this game!

Dad!

- Pat! - That's not fair, dad!

- Did you get scared? - No, I knew it was a joke.

Just come with me.

Get down, Irene.

Look over here. You can pick this one up.

Hold on, pick it in one piece.

From the root. You need to be careful.

Well done.

Now put it in the basket with the others.

Dad?

Dad?

L'UOMO SULLA STRADA

TEN YEARS LATER

See you later.

Where have you been? Come on, we're about to start.

You're still a little knotty.

Breathe.

Breathe again.

And down.

What the fuck is that bitch laughing at?

She's only 15, she's not risking all with this competition.

Save some breath for the last 30 meters and it will be a great day for us.

Maybe for you.

Get set!

Ready!

Go!

Go, go! Come on!

Yes! Go, go, go, go! Two-beat kick! Two-beat kick!

Focus on the body rotation! Go, come on Irene, go!

Go, go, go, go, stronger!

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

Two-beat kick! Come on, Irene!

Come on, Irene, stronger, go! There you go!

Stronger, Irene, go! Harder, harder!

Go, go, go, go, go!

By only three hundredths, the winner is...

Caterina Taddei.

It's just a matter of hundredths.

Caterina, give me your hand.

What the fuck have you done?

Go call the doctor.

What are you doing? Just call the doctor!

- Now you go outside and apologize. - I don't apologize to anybody.

Do you know how much you get of disqualification after this bullshit?

I don't give a fuck.

Think! Be reasonable!

If you go back there, we may fix it with races.

Don't tell me what I need to do, okay?

I spent three years keeping up with you. And all for only making an ass of myself.

You're just useless.

What the fuck are you doing?

Shall I put some music on?

I was thinking...

Now that you don't have to go to practice for a while,

would you like to meet the doctor I was telling you about?

If you don't feel at ease, you'll never have to see her again.

Promise me that you'll think about it.

- I'm sorry for the competition. - I'm not.

I'm fed up with all the fucking training.

But you always say that you only feel good in the water.

Indeed, but that doesn't mean I have to necessarily compete.

- Are you coming? - In a while.

- Bye. - Bye.

- What do you want? - I left my Barbie here.

- Just take her and leave. - Why aren't you going to school anymore?

- Mind your own business. - It's not fair I'm the only one going.

Why don't you go to swimming competitions anymore?

- Go away. - No, I'll stay here.

You play elsewhere instead.

- Again? You need to leave her alone! - This is my room!

No, it's Pam's too! Look, this has to stop, she's your sister!

Half-sister.

- What's going on here? - Same old story.

The whole family's here now.

- Take her away, please. - All right. Let's go, baby.

I got a call from school, you haven't gone for six days.

- Irene, what are you up to? - Exactly what you all expect from me.

Irene "the Bitch", the troubled youth who doesn't even get her diploma.

All right. I want you to find a job from tomorrow.

I'm in.

- Irene... - Don't touch me.

Congrats! Unlike me, you managed to make a new life for yourself.

In this perfect picture, I'm just a doodle, can't you see that?

Just face it! You'd better off if I had ended up under that car--

- How was your journey? - Fine.

You had to run away from home to remember you had an aunt, huh?

Mum's house is 30 km away. It's not exactly like running away.

That's it. Do you like it?

Yes.

I brought here all stuff that didn't fit in my house anymore.

But there's everything. If you need me, I'm downstairs.

- Thanks. - Hey, you'll be fine, okay?

It's only for a short time. Just until I get a job.

I guess you've never done yoga, have you?

But you can come to my class as often as you like, right?

- All right. - I'll leave you alone.

Bye.

I shake it off, grab the ankle, free one leg and the other.

I bring my right knee to my chest, I twist and breathe.

And... switch.

The other leg.

Breathe.

I stretch and grab my toes with two fingers and breathe.

I'm keeping my neck pain, but I'm not coming back here.

Why?

Because it doesn't do any good.

Maybe I'm starting to get too old for my job.

What's your job?

I'm a model, can't you tell?

Actually, I'm a foreman worker in a factory nearby.

- Is it hard? - It depends on what you do, why?

I could use a job.

I can ask if you want.

You said you're the boss.

- I'm Milana. - Irene.

I've been working here for 20 years.

I started as a factory worker and then little by little...

Look.

That machining over there makes the material thermally sustainable,

before the construction of the window frame.

And this machine over here, combines the aluminum and the isolation.

Don't worry, I'll put you on probation in an easier work department.

I'll show you.

Out of this machine, are the profiles that are being placed on this structure.

Then they are loaded on this trolley and taken to the paint shop for coloring.

Transport is also one of your duty, okay?

Can you handle it? You'll start with this.

- Yes. - If you need anything, ask Salvo.

- Hi, welcome. - He knows everything.

He'll mostly assist you at the beginning.

It's a tough job, sometimes you can't even think for the noise.

- Better this way. - Now you go upstairs to sign.

When you come back I'll give you an overall of your size.

Milana, we need to talk.

Of course, Engineer. She's the new girl.

- You're young. How old are you? - Eighteen.

- Aren't you going to school? - I used to.

And now?

I don't need a diploma to work here.

- Happy first day, then. Your name is... - Irene Trevigliano.

- Again? - Trevigliano Irene.

- You're not from around here, are you? - I've only just come here.

What did you want to talk about to me about?

Talk to you later, now I'm busy.

- Nice. - His father was even more of an asshole.

- Hey guys. - He's already upstairs.

- I thought it was a calm night for once. - He's already there.

- Look, it's so fucking high this time! - You'll get yourself killed!

- What the fuck is he doing? - He bet a bottle of rum with these two.

- I'm not surprised. - Nothing new, I'm going inside.

Shh, guys.

Oh my God.

- You won this fucking bet! - It wasn't bad at all. Nice jump, huh?

Was it bad? Look what I got, it's Black Mamba rum.

It wasn't bad, right? Let's get back inside.

- No, thanks. - Why not?

- You're too jazzed. - Where the fuck are you going? No!

- Talk to you tomorrow. - We just dance.

- Thanks for the rum. - What are you doing?

- Don't finish it up. - I'm chugging it like crazy.

- Bye-bye. And stop doing bullshits! - Never. Ste, you're leaving too?

- Come on. - Behave and go to sleep.

Fuck you.

Go home, Michi.

- Hi. - You recognized me at last!

- Do I know you? - Of course, you didn't.

- I was joking, you are... - You don't even remember my name?

Wait! If you don't let me finish!

I was just saying that you are... the prettiest girl of the night.

- What a shame I've only seen you now. - You were too busy betting with friends.

- What are you up to? - I'm waiting for my friend.

- After-party? - No, I'm going home.

I can drive you home if you like.

Oh man. Here she is, take it.

Listen, Michele is driving me home.

- You know how it ends, right? - How?

Whatever, have it your way. Bye.

I like this mole.

- It's just a mole! - I hadn't noticed that.

- Hey! - Yeah?

Will you recognize me next time?

Sure.

We have always met by chance.

You could invite me for once.

I like it this way.

I don't.

It's not like anyone forced you. You could have gone home with your friend.

- Go fuck yourself, then. - Where are you going?

Suit yourself.

Laura.