Mom or Dad? (Mamma o papà?)

They've been here an hour, all alone.

That's them.

- Cut that out. - Lay off.

- Idiot. - Moron.

What a mess! Clean it up, slob!

Stop or it's down the toilet.

Give it back or I'll kill you!

- Move over, fatso! - Retard!

What are you doing?

What might three minors be doing at international arrivals?

Real honeys... Where are your parents?

Forget it.

What happened?

8 months earlier

It was going fine, the anesthesia worked,

but she kept sobbing in a panic.

I delivered the babies and said:

"Your twins are born, they're beautiful,

they're healthy, everything's fine".

She sits up, grabs my white coat and shouts:

"I know, I know!

But I don't know the father!"

Of the second.

"I don't know the father of the second!"

"I don't know the father of the second!"

Told right, it's a nice story, but you messed it up.

When will you let me know about the beach?

We'd better get a deposit down for a house on the beach.

This year could be a little more complicated.

We're divorcing.

Yes, Valeria and I are separating.

- You dummies! - C'mon!

We decided last year.

We vacationed alone after all these years

and we realized...

We'd become like friends.

Everything's fine, nothing's wrong.

Actually, we've even stopped arguing.

Right, but I miss that a little.

Me too.

We didn't want to be like those couples

who pretend things are okay,

keeping one another company watching TV.

- Nothing tragic! - It's life!

How did the kids take it?

In the best way possible.

They're really fantastic.

- We're lucky. - Really lucky.

At this point, we have to tell the kids.

Sorry, it just slipped out.

Don't worry.

- You think so? - Sure!

Sorry.

Sorry.

We'll manage.

- You think so? - Sure.

Here we are!

Good evening, Demetra.

Hoodlums, they're hoodlums.

Thank you for staying so late.

I can't pick up Giulio from chess tomorrow.

No problem. Here.

Or Thursday either, or any other day.

There's a problem?

Your kids.

What's wrong with them?

I hate them.

Fuck it all!

Swell!

We can't do without a babysitter.

- Don't worry, we'll manage. - How?

The European Head comes tomorrow,

then the Technical Commission, and you're on night shift.

- The third sitter in a month! - Don't worry!

Giorgio can stand in for me and I'll get Giulietto.

I'm too edgy, right?

I must be a pain in the ass.

A big, big pain in the ass.

Let's hope Maria doesn't leave too.

Nicola?

When will we tell them?

Tomorrow evening.

Nicola?

- Can we manage? - We can manage!

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Kids, wake up!

Honey, it's time to get up!

- Mom? - Yes?

- I have no boobs. - You're only 12.

- Carlotta wears a 38. - She was held back.

- Think I'll have your boobs? - What?

That would be a nightmare.

- C'mon, we'll talk this evening. - Mom?

Yes?

If I don't get my period at 13, I'll kill myself.

Okay, have a good day.

Giulietto!

It's time...

- What's that? - Who's that!

It's Nero, the science guinea pig.

- Caligula died at Christmas. - You'll keep it?

- Why, do you mind? - No, absolutely not.

Okay, darling, I'm off.

- Be careful! - Sorry, Nero.

Have a good day, sweetheart.

Matteo, get up, it's seven! You'll be late...

for school.

- School sucks, it's obsolete. - Okay, see you later.

Here's Giuletto's lunch for the outing

and his signed permission, there's juice in the fridge.

Matteo needs a check for the cafeteria,

Viola too, for the dentist, here's my health card.

Maria's ironing is ready, will you leave her money?

Stop at the market, the shopping list is on the fridge.

I'm off, have a good day.

I'm a Post-it.

- Move up! - Shut up, stop!

- When did her waters break? - Move up!

- About 2 a.m. - Dilation?

Just 2 cms, but we've been here for hours.

The cervix?

You're doing fine...

Dad, won't you say something?

Quiet!

Hurry.

Call the anesthesiologist for the epidural.

- Giorgio, I'll call you back. - Fuck you, move up!

- Who taught you that talk? - You two.

Isn't discipline in your martial arts course?

Krav Maga isn't exactly a martial art.

Shut up, Wiki-dwarf!

- Move the seat up! - Shut up!

What a headache!

Stop, I can't be seen with you, you'll ruin my reputation.

Okay, sure!

Stop here!

Come directly home, we need to talk.

- I can't! - Come home, we need to talk!

I'm getting out too.

This taxi's always at your disposal, young lady.

- Walking was faster. - Want to sit in front?

Okay, thanks.

- Good morning, Engineer, ma'am. - Morning.

I have inspection now, we can update in a few hours.

Engineer, ma'am, good morning.

Here's the person I was talking about,

our chief engineer, Valeria Mozzati.

A woman!

Mr Engineer, Miss Engineer...

what do we say?

Just engineer is fine.

Already a chief, Miss?

I'm married!

Already married, you look like a teenager.

- Are you already 20? - No, 17 in November.

A minor and already ballsy!

Don't tell me you're a single mother!

It wouldn't be sensible at 17!

- Good for our little engineer! - First of all...

Let's set things straight.

One: I want no irony in my relationship with dependents.

Two: I want no physical contact, especially, at work.

So, steer clear of me

and remember this is an inspection, not a guided tour.

Shall we go?

Thank you.

He's a total asshole, or am I wrong?

No, you're not wrong.

- Well done. - Thank you, Doctor.

Here's your little one.

- Nico, what is it? - Can you take over this afternoon?

Not Thursdays, I have choir practice!

- Thanks, I owe you. - I said no!

There are 50 of you, you'll never be missed!

Not the choir!

Nurse, prepare the medication kit.

Excuse me, sir...

I know you applied to work with AMREF in Mali.

I'm on the waiting list, I know your project by heart.

Look...

Well, let's hope for the best...

- Melania. - Thank you, Melania.

Today's inspection aims

at understanding which areas of the plant are to be maintained

to unfreeze investments, giving the plant a future.

The major activity...

Matteo School

...is directed by Engineer Mozzati who is enlarging...

Yes, speaking!

He didn't come to school?

PAINTS

Mom, not now!

- You were with us, right, Engineer? - Yes.

- Credit run out? - What?

- Want my cell phone? - No, thank you.

I'll make one last try.

- Excuse me. - Absurd!

Excuse me.

Unbelievable!