Me, Them and Lara (Io, loro e Lara) (Io, loro e Lara)

ME, THEM AND LARA

Ladies and gentlemen, in a few minutes we'll land

in Rome's Da Vinci Airport.

Sir, your seatbelt and tray.

- Giulio! - Carlo!

- How are you? - Fine.

- How are you? - You look good.

You've put on a bit...

Humidity puffs me up. Let's go, you're expected.

Is Father Savastano here?

Yes.

He makes me nervous.

Why? Don't be ridiculous.

This isn't the Holy Inquisition. Let's go.

- Looks easy to you. - Come on, Carlo!

A cup of coffee?

Thanks, Father.

No, thank you.

Sugar? You like it bitter like me.

The kitchen's new.

How did you pay for it?

Monthly rates.

At Lube's.

So, tell me about your new job...

It's part-time for now.

It's paid 10 euros per hour.

If I do well, they promised me

a renewable yearly contract.

So it's short-term?

- How's Father Thomas? - Very well.

He's 60 km from my village,

always full of energy, indestructible.

He's a great man.

A great man indeed.

Go on, please.

You were saying?

The last years were particularly tough.

Heavy rainfall destroyed our homes and the church.

Then rebels from the north came

and stole our supply of barley, wheat and millet.

The usual adversities of missionary life,

I'm not complaining.

The thing is that I have to be...

the headmaster,

the plumber, the shaman.

I don't know who I am anymore, that's the problem.

I thought I was strong and motivated...

Truth is maybe I'm not.

Have you met anyone lately?

- Lately... - In the past 2 months...

In the past 60 days...

No.

Honestly, I don't feel the need for it.

I just care about finding a better job...

and a more decent house.

Any problems with your celibacy?

Any troubling thoughts?

Don't be afraid, Carlo.

Yes...

Thoughts that have remained thoughts.

That's fine.

It's normal.

Let's get to the point.

Try to explain.

Father, I think my village needs

civil protection rather than divine protection.

Maybe I can't hear the Lord's voice anymore.

I'm deeply confused, Father.

Lara, I know you're trying hard.

I need one last effort...

your situation is precarious, we need

results, not promises.

Your depression has been well taken care of.

The next time we meet I count on a greater job stability.

We're getting there, don't be afraid.

See you soon.

Fine, thanks.

It's healthy to fear failure...

I'm glad you're here to talk about it.

Glad?

Aren't you worried I'm losing the faith?

You're not losing the faith!

This experience will strengthen your faith.

You need to gather your thoughts,

to rest. Return to your family.

- My family? - Sure.

Take a short break...

We'll call it a secular break!

You know:

Once a priest, always a priest.

Fine.

Dad!

How are you?

- I'm happy. - Great!

Did I forget you were coming?

No, you didn't, it's a surprise...

Did something happen?

Nothing serious...

Let's say... something new, some important changes.

Talking about something new, I have big news!

- Really? - Yes.

This room is different.

Yes, something's different.

Sit down.

You're so tanned!

- I'm back from Africa! - Had fun?

Well, I wouldn't call it fun...

I don't know how to say this.

I'm going through a complicated time.

I must admit that on my way here,

I thought

I might disappoint you.

Rolling a joint?

- No. I quit. - You quit?

I'm kidding!

Dad, I don't how to tell you,

but I'm having a crisis regarding my oath.

Talking about oaths, I have something to tell you.

Lately there have been very strong signs.

I feel that I'm losing my faith.

Even a marriage with God doesn't last forever.

It happens...

See how things go?

Some lose their faith in marriage, some don't...

What's this way of thinking? What do you mean?

You notice anything?

Your tangerine hair piece. Can't even tell the color.

Never mind the hair. We're talking about marriage...

Oh God, you're not serious!

Yes, I am.

You are!

Olga?

Who's here?

Who is it?

Here I am, sweets.

Come, honey.

- You're speaking? - Moldavian.

My wife's language. Here she is. Meet Olga.

A pleasure.

I'm so glad to meet you. Your father

always talks about you.

You, son priest?

Yes, me son priest.

When did you get married?

2 weeks ago.

A miraculous encounter!

See how I've changed? Olga put me on a diet,

we're taking dancing lessons, I feel like a young man.

Get changed, Olga, let's show him the mambo.

Right away, darling.

Can I have a word with you?

I don't get it...

- Isn't she the minder? - Her name is Olga!

Her name's Olga, fine.

Problems with immigrants?

Problems with immigrants? With the job I do?

Out of curiosity, what do Luigi and Bea think?

Leave them out!

I have to say something though.

It was full of poor Mom's photos here,

now it's full of photos of you and the minder...

Olga!

Sorry, Olga.

Anyway... never mind.

We're above all this.

Yes, we are.

Eva?

Hey, Uncle...

Come in, Mom's almost done with her session.

How are you?

You've really changed.

From this...

to this!

What's this look?

The Emo look.

What's that?

- Where do you live? - In Africa!

Mom said to wait in there.

This is Aida, my best friend.

Is she asleep?

She's suffering.

So she's...

- She's an Emo too? - Of course.

- What does Emo mean? - Well...

We Emos experience feelings in full.

We like to experience sadness and melancholia.

And even depression.

We feel more than others.

What others?

Don't be aggressive, Uncle.

We Emos feel very lonely.

Meaning?

You can't understand if you live in Africa.

By living in Africa I understand better

because there's no time for depression, melancholia, know why?

Please, spare me these boring trivialities!

Wait here, Mom won't be long.

Aida, let's get out of here.

Hi, I'm Eva's uncle.

Your uncle comes back after 10 years and you have no questions?