Three Perfect Daughters (È per il tuo bene)

The most beautiful day of my life

was the birth of my daughter Valentina.

The second most beautiful day is today,

because Valentina is marrying my assistant, Carlo.

The third day

will be when Valentina gives me my first grandchild.

- True? - Bravo!

Fantastic speech!

Rich in content. Did you like it, Sergio?

If I ate a dictionary and shit words, it'd come out better.

Don't say that! You're lucky, Carlo's a good kid.

I just hope my daughter Marta will be as lucky.

Did I tell you she entered the Conservatory?

- She plays... - The violin.

No, the piano. Know what it costs me?

Twenty-five years of installments.

I just hope my daughter doesn't take up with a boatie.

A what? Is today a time for bullshit?

I bet if your daughter were marrying a gypsy,

riff-raff in tow, you wouldn't be so happy.

What do you mean?

- If she's happy, why not? - It's democratic.

- You'd accept it too. - Watch your gestures.

Your daughter has a boyfriend but hasn't said who.

My daughter has no boyfriend.

- No? - No.

If so, she'd have told me.

Right, you're her father... I was ill-informed.

Exactly.

- Who told you? - You.

Me? No way!

Coming?

Who told you?

They're about to enter.

- He didn't tell me. - What?

I didn't tell you that.

Who told you?

Never a truce, you're always pissed off!

He's a hick, I can live three years on what this wedding costs.

Even four, he wants to humiliate you.

Best wishes, Carlo.

Where is she? It's so late.

- Are you mixed up with someone? - No! Why?

Why not talk about this one? What's up, Sara?

Mom, I'll tell you when it's time.

Careful... Dad's here!

- Do you have a boyfriend? - No.

- Tell the truth. - No, absolutely not.

I'd tell you, don't worry.

Excuse me...

Paola, where's our daughter?

I don't know, she must be outside.

- She has to play! - Let's look for her.

It's Sunday just one day a week.

Please, the music! Turn it down, you're near a church.

For heaven's sake!

- What the fuck do you want? - We've got a wiseguy!

What do I want? Police, license and registration.

- Dad! - Marta?

Darling, what are you doing here?

Simone's a friend, we're in school together.

I'm sorry, I didn't know you were Marta's father.

If I wasn't, you could send me to hell?

Episode closed. Antonio.

- Blondie. - I see that. What's your name?

It's my stage name, I play music, my name's Simone.

- Paola, her mother. - Forgive me, Simone.

The music you were listening to is crap.

- It's Simone's, he's a rapper. - That changes things!

- What's that? - This?

A Drum, to save on cigarettes.

She's a bit old-fashioned, a Drum!

- Can we go? You have to play. - Be there right away.

Right away!

Goodbye, it was a pleasure, I hope to see you again.

- Maybe not. - Yes...

- I'm coming. - A shit impression!

- I told you. - He's really a cop.

She's coming!

Uncle, she's coming.

Sweetheart.

- You've been crying? - A little, my emotions.

I know what you mean!

I couldn't sleep last night, thinking of you in your crib...

Remember?

I love you, Daddy

I'll start crying again.

Let's go, he's waiting.

You're so lovely.

Here we are. My Lord!

- You're splendid. - Thank you.

Beautiful.

Wait!

I want to say I love you very much.

I've never seen her.

She's a child! Who are you?

You'll be unhappy forever, you know that.

You don't have to get married, Vale.

Who's she? You don't know her, she's joking.

Sorry, Dad.

Sorry for what? Where are you going?

- Good for you, darling! - What's going on?

Is this a joke?

Wait.

- Do I start? - Wait till the door opens.

Stop!

Honey, stop!

THREE PERFECT DAUGHTERS

It's for Your Own Good I pee on the cop's car

Sleep on a sack of straw, gun under my pillow

Put the drugs on that plate, got a leash on this whore

I melt pills under my tongue bind her thighs with my belt...

Marta?

Paola, turn the volume down!

- What is it? - It's Blondie, your daughter's friend.

The guy at the church?

In 3 songs he threatens to shoot someone, in 7 he talks about joints

and in the others he fucks the first at hand.

- Forbid her to see him! - You do it this time.

I'm sick of being the jackass mom and you the understanding dad.

Why stare at me like that? You're scared?

You arrest criminals, how can you be scared of your daughter?

- I'm going out. - Bye.

- Be back late? - Oh, Dad, c'mon!

- What are you doing? - Following her, she has a boyfriend.

- I know. - You know? Everyone does.

- Why am I always the last to know? - Because you lose control.

- What did the shrink say? You must... - Count to 10.

- Who is he? - I don't know, he's a photographer.

He's a photographer and? Anything else?

Where he's from, his age, his name...

I don't know, Sara won't say anything.

Shit!

Count.

One...

Two...

Good.

- I'll go change. - Four.

Five.

- Six! - Six.

- Do you know where my husband is? - No, ma'am.

Arturo, you're smoking?

You quit 15 years ago.

- Don't be this way, you're overdoing it. - Overdoing it...

- You take drops to sleep. - But I'm trying.

And I don't want to try.

Carlo cries all day at the office.

His family wants me dead.

I took a mortgage for a useless house and you scold me because I'm smoking?

- Soon I'll be shooting up. - Meantime, take this.

I defend these people.

You don't know them, they come from far away,

they want a place to hang their hats.

Is the man I married sitting here in front of me?

I'll pretend I didn't hear that idiocy.

- Get a good night's sleep. - Who'll sleep anymore?

- Forty drops. - How many?

Forty,

- But don't add apples. - Why?

- They absorb all the juice. - All you taste is lemon.

- Good morning. - Look who's here.

Good morning!

What were those drops? I couldn't wake up.

What an exaggeration! They do me no good anymore.

You're taking sleeping medication again?

It's not easy when you realize you never knew your daughter.

How alone she must have felt.

You've always had a wonderful relationship.

But now we shouldn't console one another,

we can now speak the truth.

I understand her, I'd feel much worse in your place.

I mean we mustn't feel we're the only ones responsible

for what happens to our daughters.

Well, I don't want that Blondie in the house.

Know what we'll do?

We'll kick the invaders out,

threaten them, ruin their lives,

until they leave our daughters alone.

I'm kidding!

Don't you remember the messes we got into?

Not us, you, actually you two.

In fact, Dad said we married three idiots.

No...

I'll go.

Anyway, this idiot wanted a grandchild.

Just so...

Our daughters aren't the problem, they are.

Help me understand.

You want to scare away our daughters' boyfriends?

Then let's let them ruin our girls, okay?

We've made sacrifices for them for ages.

No, we've made sacrifices, not you.

Count me out, remember, I wear a uniform.

It's your problem, I don't even know who Sara's with.

I trust my daughter, I taught her well.

You didn't teach her, you locked her in.

She'll go out now, and you'll see.

Why wish your misfortune on others?

- He's right. - Sergio, what do you know?

Nothing, I know more about your daughter than you.