Bang Bang Baby

Love is a bastard.

First it charms you,

makes you feel special.

But when you let your guard down, it hits you.

And when it hits you, it hurts like hell.

Some jump off bridges for love, others turn into monsters.

That's it, can't do shit about it.

That's the way we are.

It's also in those ancient Greek stories

Mrs. Fabbri baffles us with in class.

Can we start?

My back is fucking killing me.

Not even Tiger Balm's helping.

Alice Barone, are you present before the Lord Almighty?

Yes.

Kiss the holy card.

Spit that gum out.

Kiss the St. Michael the Archangel card.

Gimme your index finger.

Before family, parents,

brothers and sisters,

come the interests and honor of the Most Holy Society.

From now on, it'll be your family.

The one and only.

Swear before this Society

that you'll be faithful to your comrades.

Until a few months ago the Big Babol blondie was my hero.

I thought she was so cool.

She'd blow giant bubbles and shoot down all the bad guys.

And to deny father, mother, brothers, sisters,

and if necessary even the blood of your blood.

Just as you'll be faithful to the Society,

it shall be faithful to you.

This oath can only be broken by death.

Are you willing to do this?

Yes.

Now I know that you can't kill with Big Babol.

Well, even a moron could guess that.

But what I still don't get is why the fuck the blondie was laughing.

The weapon you're holding is the Divine Providence.

You're about to kill the blood of your blood.

Say it before the Lord Almighty, are you willing to do it?

Death isn't funny.

Death is scary.

THREE MONTHS EARLIER

Guys, breaking news, the first woman pilot!

Yesterday's science fiction is today's reality. That's progress!

There are already those who complain. Wake up, this isn't the Middle Ages!

Maybe you haven't realized it, dear friends, but this is 1986.

The future is now!

Alice, third gear!

- Second, you choked the engine. - You drive.

Women's emancipation will come only when we drive vehicles,

all vehicles, as well as and better than men.

Third.

You heard the news, right?

Alitalia is going to hire the first woman pilot,

and soon... Hey!

- Asshole! - Don't honk, Mom!

I know, but that dickhead cut me off!

Unbelievable.

- I'm always the last one. - Good, you'll stand out.

Exactly.

Have a good day at school!

The blood flowing from the upper parts of the body

goes into the superior vena cava.

You see it?

On the other hand, the blood coming from the chest, abdomen, and legs

flows into the inferior vena cava.

Dressed like St. Maria Goretti again.

And you, Wanda Osiris style?

- I love you, darling. - Me too.

Giammatteo!

Big Jim is calling you.

- What does he want? - Your virginity, hallelujah!

Giammatteo!

Look under here.

We made a bet. They say cheese flavor, I say pizza.

Try one.

No, thanks.

Come on, just one!

In the lungs, the blood is oxygenated.

The pulmonary veins, there they are...

Alice, turn around.

Come on, have one.

Alice!

Just one.

Come on.

Gross!

So, how is it? Big?

Compared to your butt, a pinhead.

Have we gone mad?

Children, enough! Be quiet!

Why do I waste my time with you?

We all know you're doomed!

What'd they say on the radio?

Progress, the future...

Sounds cool, right?

You imagine robots, spaceships...

But what your feminist mother dreams for your future,

well, is a bit different.

A steady job in a factory, just like her.

Not exactly an Alitalia pilot!

A blast, right?

In short, doomed, as the teacher says.

School, work, everything is decided.

A straight line with no possible detours.

And yet...

SCANDAL IN MILAN

Sometimes the unexpected happens and changes everything.

Without warning.

CALABRIAN MAN ARRESTED NAKED DOWNTOWN.

Good Lord! Come here. I'll show you how to do it.

Come on, you don't need a Nobel Prize to do this.

December 19th, 1977.

The day my father died.

Alice!

So, these Americans from Jackson Corp sent an Italian

who at least we can talk with. He's so lovely.

He attended the works council meeting

and stood up to the union girls so firmly! You should have seen him.

And you, how was school?

Ali? Earth to Alice. How was school?

Terrific, Mom.

I learned a lot of interesting things today.

Listen, do you mind if this gentleman comes over tomorrow evening?

Who?

The new Italian HR guy. His name is Leonardo.

Poor thing, he doesn't know anyone here. He's from Apecchio, in Le Marche.

- Sleeping with the enemy? - Are you crazy?

He's not sleeping over, it's just a polite gesture.

And show me some respect because I work my ass off to provide for us.

Yeah, all on your own.

All on my own, exactly.

Sit properly.

I wonder what our life would be like if Dad hadn't died.

What kind of talk is that? You can't change the past.

You never talk about him.

Because there's nothing to say.

He was a criminal and was murdered like all criminals.

- That's it? - Yes.

End of discussion.

All right.

Have fun tomorrow,

I'm going to Jimbo's so you guys can relax.

But he's not sleeping here!

And Dynasty is on tomorrow!

MILAN - BUSSOLENGO

Hurry up, it's leaving!

Ah aha, crazy city

I stole my mom's camera, if she finds out she'll kill me.

I've also got hairspray and lipstick to freshen up St. Maria Goretti.

Milan adventure here we come!

Come on, lighten up.

I'll take your picture.

Okay. Stay still.

What's with that face?

We're not here to play tourist.

I know, in fact we're gonna go shopping now.

Remember my dad?

The one who got killed?

Yeah, he might not be dead-dead.

Santo Maria Barone is here, I saw in the paper. I'd like to see him.

Are you a relative?

- Yes or no? - He's her father.

- Do you have the attorney's request? - What?

You need the attorney's request.

I don't have time for that, I need to see him now.

Come on, Mr. Guard! Let her in, please.

Sorry, the law's the law.

Next in line.

Come on, move along.

Naj-Oleari store?

Alice, I was kidding!

Wait!

MILAN 1986 - 87

Vincenzo! The Kalashnikovs arrived!

Bring 'em up so we can shoot!

Come on, let these kids have a bit of fun, today we're celebrating.

Come up!

Forgive me, Don Carmine, my back is fucking killing me.

Put some Tiger Balm on it.

It's so nice to have you here.

Vincenzo, even your dearly departed brother is here.

Come on, Vincenzo, we're here.

- Did you see the gun? - What are you talking about?

Are you sure it's your grandma's house?

This is the address.

Who are you?

I'm looking for Lina Barone.

Who are you?

Alice, her grandchild.

- Us too. - Are we cousins? Whose daughter are you?

Santo's.

- And you? - Veronica Ciccone's.

He's not our cousin.

Follow us.

Wait for me here.

Get a move on!

Come on.