Sweet Dreams (Fai bei sogni)

SWEET DREAMS

They're kissing.

Don't stare at them.

Are they boyfriend and girlfriend?

I don't know.

Mum...

Mum, we have to get off.

- Where? - This is our stop.

Shall we go round once again?

Yes.

Sweet dreams.

No!

Mum, dad! Dad!

- Massimo, come back to your room. - We're here, we'll see to the boy.

- Where's my mum? - She wasn't feeling well.

Get him!

Massimo!

Dad!

Come, Massimo. Don't catch cold.

TURIN 1999

Let us not forget that the workers, the wonderful ltalian workers...

I want to see my mum.

Your mum's in hospital, with your dad.

- So let's go to the hospital then. - Your dad said tomorrow.

But today's already tomorrow.

..eight, seven, six,

five, four, three, two, one...

Happy NewYear!

- Happy NewYear! - Massimo...

Happy NewYear.

- Happy NewYear. - Happy NewYear.

- We didn't want to wake you. - Happy NewYear.

- Why are you crying? - Happy NewYear to you too, Massimo.

- Good morning. - Hello.

- Nice roses. - They're for my mum, she's in hospital.

Shall we go?

- Where? - Come on, let's go.

Massimo, come here.

Sit down.

Massimo, your mum is your guardian angel now.

For some time she'd been asking God to let her fly up there

so she could protect you better,

and God... granted her wish.

He called her to be with him.

What do you mean "she asked"?

Did she actually ask?

Yes.

How does he know? Mum asked God.

- I don't believe you. - Your mum's in heaven now.

- She's happier than us there. - I want to go there too then.

- It's not us who decide. - I want to see her.

When the time is right.

She can't have just left without saying goodbye to me!

Stop it.

Shall we go and say a prayer for your mum, together?

May she rest in eternal peace, Lord.

May it be a short rest, Lord.

Let perpetual light shine upon her, may she rest in peace. Amen.

Holy Mary, full of Grace, the Lord is with thee...

Dearest Mum, I implore you, please don't leave me, have mercy,

may light shine on you always, all your life close to me.

Stay with me, I implore you, don't leave me, don't leave me.

Stay with me

I impIore you

Make me suffer

Make me go crazy

Make me be damned

But just say yes

I'd die for you

I Iive for you

Life of my Iife

I don't care about the past

I don't care who you've been with

Stay with me

With me

Stay with me

Study now.

Life of my Iife.

I don't care about the past

I don't care who you've been with

Stay with me... with me.

- The newspaper. - Yes.

Massimo...

come here.

My dear Massimo.

My condolences.

Be strong.

Try to be strong,

you're not the first nor will you be the last.

Why? My mum's not in there.

- With time, you'll see... - My mum's not in there, she's not!

What are you saying?

Open the coffin then, let's see.

What are you saying?

Go and get Massimo..

Go ahead.

Come, Massimo, they're doing the blessing.

- No, I don't want to. - Come on.

No!

You promised paradise to the thief who repented...

Stop it, Massimo, enough.

Have mercy, Lord, for this departed soul.

Do not condemn her for her actions during her life on earth.

- For Christ, Our Lord. - Amen.

Mum, wake up.

Mum, wake up!

They're taking you away, mum...

wake up,

they're taking you away, mum!

- Ma'am, please, stay with my son. - Mum!

Come out, mum! They're taking you away, mum!

Come out!

Mum!

Belfagor...

Belfagor, I entrust myself to you.

Help me and I will serve you for all my life.

Hi, Massimo!

Good morning, miss.

Good morning.

Sara, will you close the door please?

Let's take the register.

- Baros? - Here.

- Beltramo? - Absent.

- Benedetto? - Here.

- Bocca? - Here.

- Bongiovanni? - Here.

- Corrieri? - Here.

Eat another one.

I don't want to.

It's a shame to leave them.

- Do you have much homework? - I've finished it.

Let's go!

Come on.

Wait.

Go Turin! Olé!

The ball rebounds mid-field and is caught by Agroppi,

who attempts an impetuous strike but fails.

He dribbles, does an about turn and Puja gets the ball.

It's Carelli again, then Ferrini, then Carelli advances,

Torino FC resists, the away team retreats

and is unable to interrupt the hammering offensive of the home team

driven by the constant cheering of the stadium.

And finally Moschino brings the action to life

with a sweeping pass to Claudio Sala.

Moschino, not much hair to show but all brains.

Sala, it's Sala once again.

Cross-kick to the centre and Puja attempts to score... post, goal!

- Goal! Goal! - Want to catch your death?

Puja celebrates with his team,

his incursion, out of the penalty area, changes everything.

Stop it!

Go to bed, go on.

Get under the covers.

And now Torino FC's in the lead, 1 - 0!

Massimo...

come here.

Miss,

this is my son, Massimo.

Hello, Massimo.

Say hello.

- Hello. - From today, Mita will live with us.

- Where will I sleep? - With me.

You can carry on, thank you.

Thank you, Belfagor.

- Can you stir it for me? - Why?

My mum always used to do it.

Drink up.

Aren't you going to finish it?

"All things are directed towards the ground

by the force of gravity.

Do an experiment."

- Who is it? - Ma'am, I need to talk to you.

Good evening.

Deny, always deny. Understood?

Yes, Belfagor, my Lord.

Perhaps it was a gust ofwind...

- I've thought about it. - About what?

Good evening.

Come here a moment.

Massimo!

Well?

You'd better tell me the truth.

Go on.

Be honest.

Do you realise you could've killed someone?

Why?

What's this smell?

Open the windows!

- Belfagor, save me! - Jesus!

Save me! Save me!

No.

I can't be your mum.

Mum, forgive me, I betrayed you.

Good evening.

Here, sir, I don't need them anymore.

You have one month to vacate the flat before the exchange of deeds.

Ifyou need to store your furniture, I can give you a contact.

The furniture's not a problem, it's the small objects.

My father's archive, the letters,

the books, the photos...