Blackout Love

Hi.

Hi.

Making love to you was so nice.

I'll go make coffee.

You know that chicken breast you forget in the fridge?

That's still pink and plump

even if it's expired?

You think: "It's still pink and plump, I can eat it"...

So you eat it and realize it was expired.

You see, men, like chicken, should be consumed right away.

Or thrown away ASAP.

Morning.

Blocked.

If only we could advertise them like abandoned puppies.

Urgent! This is poor Giulio.

Affectionate and sweet, endowed and playful.

Unaware of his future and outgoing.

He's always hungry for affection.

He doesn't realize his master isn't coming back.

Unfortunately, love is binary. Some win, some lose,

some dump, some get dumped.

The point is to stay focused, never go soft.

Never think that things can go differently.

Stretching!

Betta, I liked that attack.

Cami, keep an eye on the setter.

Our girl Alessia needs to tell us what's going on

because I have no idea.

Will you play like this at the semifinals?

We have one mission and that is to win the...?

- Championship. - Then stand up!

Let me hear you!

- One, two, three... - Smash the enemy.

- Louder! - Smash the enemy.

- I can't hear you! - Smash the enemy!

And above all, never allow a naive suffering soul

to make the same mistakes you did.

It's a matter of female complicity.

It won't open.

I see.

He dumped you?

He said he doesn't know what he wants anymore.

He won't take your calls?

- Since when? - Three hours ago.

Is he online?

Asshole.

Here's what you'll do: don't contact him again.

He'll come back,

they always do.

When he comes crawling back to you humiliated,

then you block him forever.

It's called re-education.

Now let's try to open this.

Bye, Alessia. Bye, girls.

He's rocking!

Hi, honey.

Vodka tonic, please.

Less tonic.

And you still have sex with him?

Unfortunately, I love him.

It might seem that by following these strict rules for survival

you won't end up living idyllically.

But hey, perfection doesn't exist.

And who hasn't gone through rough patches in life?

The point is to know you are always in control.

Because only when you have the upper hand

do things go exactly how you want them to.

Some may say that traumas

need to be worked out and not erased.

At times I even have doubts

that something is not quite right.

That not everything is under control.

Hi, baby.

Why the fuck are you here?

I suspected you'd kill me one day.

You seem...

different.

You're prettier.

Fuck!

Oh God!

- But how? - Dunno! You tell me.

Why is he in my house?

He's dead.

But I didn't do it, I think.

What does that mean? You might've done it?

I always said I wanted him to drop dead.

My mind is playing tricks.

- Did you call an ambulance? - I don't remember anything.

Why is he in my house?

I don't want to end up in jail for Shitbag.

He's alive.

- What'll I do? - Call an ambulance!

BLACKOUT LOVE

- Your relationship with the victim? - None.

At all.

Why did you call him "victim"? Whose victim?

- Recognize these? - Yes.

My extra keys, I keep them on my landing.

- And Marco knew. - Yes, we lived together.

By chance, did your relationship end

in a traumatic way?

For who? Him?

Not really.

He dumped me on our anniversary with a post-it

during our vacation.

Last night, your ex-boyfriend had a car accident.

His car was found near your house

and the rest is clear: he used the keys to go into your house.

I was with my friends all night, they can confirm that.

And I don't know why Marco was in my house.

You have his mom's number and the facts,

now can I leave or do I need a lawyer?

Hello, I'm his mother!

Hello, have a seat.

- What happened to my son? - Hi, Rosemary, I'm leaving.

- Good thing you were there. - It was by chance.

Marco suffered a head injury

that I would define as rather serious.

Near the temporal lobe zone.

- How is he now? - Why was he in my house?

He's stable and conscious.

And he's convinced that's his house.

The house where he lives with his girlfriend:

you.

No, you have no idea what you're saying.

What you're saying is not convincing at all,

considering that her son refused to speak to me for a year.

We are here.

Marco is somewhere else with his memory.

Post-traumatic amnesia.

Serious.

- And? - It's a temporary phenomenon.

Most of the times.

His brain needs time to catch up.

If he were to realize right now

that he can't recall a year of his life,

he'd risk having a psychotic break.

So this is what we'll do.

We'll keep him under observation for 48-72 hours.

At that point,

your cooperation would be instrumental.

From woman to woman,

you don't have to be intimate.

- What? - Yes.

Just for ten days, you saw the shape he's in.

Bad.

His situation is serious.

Like the doctor said, you heard.

- So you need to be... - Be a real bitch to say no.

But you're forgetting one small detail.

It's your son's fault I became a bitch.

And your fault for how you raised him.

Yes, you're right.

- Did I spoil him too much? - Good luck.

Please think it over.

SHITBAG! DON'T OPEN

I TOLD YOU NOT TO OPEN IT

LOVE POEMS

"To my favorite poet, happy anniversary"

"Tricky, I'm sorry our journey ends here, but it does"

TO NEVER FORGET

I just wanted to talk to him

but he blocked me!

I can't believe this, how gross.

- Come here. - I want to die.

- No, let's get in bed. - I want him to die.

I want to be a shrimp.

- Careful. - An asexual shrimp.

- A squid. - Okay.

- A seahorse. - Wait!

Careful!

Let's kill him.

- Give me your hand. - I hate you!

I hate you, Shitbag!

It doesn't seem normal to ask you something like that.

Right.

And it doesn't seem normal that a doctor suggested it.

In fact.

Psychologically speaking, it's incredibly unfair.

I think so too.

Imagine when this poor sucker wakes up and realizes it was a farce.

Are we talking about my situation or about his?

Let's talk about your situation.

Let's talk about you.

It seems clear by your reactions,

that you never remotely got over this breakup.

How dare they have the nerve to come and ask you

to stage a relationship with him?

I think I'm beyond over it.

Can we say you seem more upset than you should be?

What if you found your shitbag ex bleeding on your floor

after a year of no contact?

I know, I agree with you.

It's a hard thing for someone to easily get over.

Stop saying I'm not over it!

Sorry...

it took me an hour to get them to sleep.

So if you could lower your voices, thanks.

Might I point out that I've had lots of casual relationships.

I dumped the last one... when was it?