Out Of My League (Sul più bello)

I'm sorry, Marta. We don't have good news.

Please, tell me everything.

You have "mucoviscibosis."

Damn!

Mucoviscidosis.

Yes, well, you have that.

How long do I have left to live?

More or less three minutes. That's when the cartoons start.

In that case, before I leave you,

I want to tell you a secret.

So, I have to tell you that…

It will remain unsolved.

-Tell us! -Tell us!

You know those stories people tell

about how caterpillars end up turning into butterflies?

Well, in the end, I remained a caterpillar.

-How long have I got? -What the fuck?

There's much more dignity in being rejected by a hot guy.

A dinner! And if we don't click, I swear I'll leave you in peace.

-Deal. -I've got a date with Arturo Selva!

But we will do it?

Yes, we will do it.

Am I the ugliest girl you've ever gone out with?

Now there's only one option left. A transplant.

I'M SORRY

I could go at the best part of my life.

Hi, everyone. It's been a year.

Twelve months which,

I don't know about you, seemed endless to me.

Maybe because really they were all the same.

I can't even make a list because it would be too short.

But let's give it a go.

Turin is still the same,

wonderful and unchanging.

Jacopo and Federica are still the same guardian angels.

The muco is still lurking, waiting for a nice transplant

that will come sooner or later. I can feel it.

Basically, you get it.

Everything's the damned same.

Actually, no, there is something different.

Well, I don't really know how to tell you this.

Okay. Are you sitting down?

Unfortunately, things with Arturo didn't work out.

But don't feel sorry for me because,

well, I left him.

I swear!

It's just that we were really different.

I think I did him a favor, really,

because, guys, let's be honest,

opposites attract,

but in the end, they break up.

Oh, how rude of me, sorry.

The mayonnaise-and-ketchup-flavored guy is Gabriele.

I met him about three months ago.

He's 27.

He graduated with honors in painting and set design

from the Albertina Academy of Fine Arts.

For now, he's doing a few odd jobs while waiting for his big break.

I think this is yours.

Thank you. I'm sorry.

You're welcome. May I?

No, please!

What beautiful drawings.

You're gonna think, "Super creepy."

But I thought,

"Super romantic!"

Gabriele was funny.

Gabriele was sweet.

Gabriele was very determined.

Good morning.

Hey.

Got it. You already regret this. Okay, I'll head off.

What regret? Get back to bed now.

I guess by now you've realized that I really like you.

Don't say that!

-No? -No!

You have to pretend you aren't interested to maintain control,

then you express some generic interest, or maybe you don't,

just to test the waters,

only going all in at the end.

I didn't know.

Damn, that's so much work.

Oh well, it's too late now.

So, as I was saying,

I really like you.

What's wrong?

Are you sure you aren't worried about my illness?

No. Obviously, it does worry me.

But it definitely won't be the muco that stops me.

Okay, now can you tell me what's really up?

It's just that I recently got out of--

An important relationship.

That's what worries me more than the muco.

-You still like him. -No.

It's not that. I broke up with him.

What kind of guy was he?

This is him.

Wow.

You dumped this guy? Sure!

-Moron. -Come on!

The fact you sleep with his photo above your bed

says a lot about us.

I didn't take the photo down as almost my whole life is on this wall.

-And Arturo was part of-- -Arturo?

What a shitty name.

Listen.

In my personal experience,

it can take time to get rid of certain ghosts,

so maybe it's best if we break up now before we get hurt.

Okay?

Deal.

Goodbye, Gabriele.

Goodbye, Marta.

Okay,

so consistency wasn't our forte.

We spent a lot of time together.

After a month, I'd already become his muse.

I don't know how,

but for the first time,

everything was working perfectly.

Stay still!

Fancy the cinema tonight?

Sure, why not?

My choice or yours?

Hey.

-Hey! -Huh?

-Everything okay? -Yeah.

It's just that I thought I'd seen Arturo.

This is his parents' favorite restaurant.

Is it good?

I have no idea.

We left before the appetizers arrived.

I took him to eat frozen pizza at the store.

Then we started playing the questions game.

The what?

It's just a silly game.

We had five questions each and could only lie once.

Okay. Here you go.

Call him and ask him to take you back.

How many times do I have to tell you I dumped him?

Why doesn't anyone believe me?

Seriously.

Look at me.

You don't have any reason to worry about anyone.

Do you know why?

Here we go again!

Yes, here I go again, darling.

You don't have any reason to worry about anyone

because you love making lists, just like me,

because you're extremely messed up,

but you solve everything with a smile.

And, damn, it's the most beautiful smile that's ever been created.

And you also

kiss like a god!

Has Picasso left?

Guys, you didn't like the last guy. You don't like this guy.

Could you perhaps be jealous?

You're wrong, dear. I'm not jealous. If anything, I envy you.

I haven't been laid in months.

There's a new app. It's called Drool.

How classy!

Are we at least going out tonight? I've got a good feeling.

-I can't. I have poker with the countess. -Nor I. I'm going out with Gabriele.

Speaking of Gabriele,

We can see you're happy together, and we're happy for you,

but maybe it's a bit too soon.

No, don't listen to her.

He's your rebound guy.

Enjoy yourself. Life's short.

Okay, I'm a dick.

Dear customers,

the supermarket will close in a few minutes.

We kindly ask you to head to the registers to complete your purchase.

Thank you for choosing us.

Have a good evening and a fantastic weekend.

Shit, you're early.

Death and damnation.

Okay. What are we celebrating?

We aren't celebrating anything.

I just wanted to spend the evening with a beautiful girl.

But they were all busy, so here we are.

Idiot!

I love this place.

Well, I'm sure it loves you too.

You're so sappy tonight.

What's up with you?

What's up with me…

is that I've never met anyone like you.

Because you're intelligent,

funny,

generous…

Haven't you forgotten something?

You're beautiful.

So beautiful that I would draw you again a thousand times over.

Okay, now I'm getting diabetes on top of the muco!

So? What do you have to tell me?

Gabriele De Marchi,

one of the things I like about you

is that you're so wonderfully transparent.

So much so that one of Federica's poker games wouldn't last five minutes.