Di4ries - First Season

A NETFLIX SERIES

You should help me, but you don't.

We make an agreement to share our commitments,

and you never follow it!

When did I say I would go? When?

Last week. You confirmed it twice.

I organized my week around it.

Know how much can change in a week? What do I do if I have a meeting, not go?

Of course you go, but you let me know. Communicate!

These are my parents.

They're busy fighting, as usual.

Know what the truth is?

You delegate, but get mad when things aren't done your way!

If only they were done!

Coffee!

I wish! You don't do them at all!

-I don't? -No!

I have to take care of everything, big or small,

because you're never here.

They're always telling me I should be polite,

but they're the first to start yelling.

-Why, is everything here yours? -I'm not saying that!

I'm saying you have to help me…

SALT

SUGAR

-Did I ever say I'm the only one working? -You are now, that you do all the work.

Now they'll have something to yell about.

Whatever. Drop it.

-Wanna know the truth? -Go on, tell me.

The truth is you never listen. Period.

Enough, Lisa. You think this is communicating. It's wasting time.

Let's not waste time. You just want to be right, don't you?

Sure, it's always me.

-Gross! What's in the coffee? -What the… Pietro!

Pietro, get back here!

Pietro!

- My parents are a nightmare. - Pietro!

They never listen to me.

They just yell.

They don't give a damn about me.

I'm fed up with them.

My name is Pietro, and I'm nearly 13.

I'm not that young, right?

Only my parents don't get that I'm a big boy now.

They pretend that I can't see or hear.

That's why I can't wait to leave in the morning.

I enjoy my island, and I don't care about the rest.

This is my favorite time of day.

The wind in my face, everything smells of freedom.

But like all good times, it also comes to an end.

14 WEEKS TILL THE END OF SCHOOL

MONDAY

This is my school, Galilei in Marina Piccola.

Like in all schools, there are too many rules to follow.

And I can't stand them.

ARIANNA YOU'RE COOLER TODAY THAN USUAL!

I've known my friends forever,

but we all mind our own business.

Take her, Arianna.

She thinks she's Miss Universe and that everyone's chasing after her.

Careful you don't wear the book out.

At least I know what a book is.

And this is Livia. Miss Perfect.

Hello to you too!

Nagging is her favorite hobby.

And then there are those in Class 3D, like Matteo Grimaldi. "Grimo."

He only feels strong by going after weaker people.

Take it! Come on!

How disappointing. Five against one.

And so? Mind your own business.

As long as we're here, my class, 3D, is in charge.

Then it would be better not to fail.

What did you say?

Grimo. Hey.

You got lucky today.

That's right. Miss Perfect is with him.

She thinks he's a good guy.

Pietro! Come here.

All right, let's go.

Hey, Pietro, thanks anyway,

but I could've handled it.

Yeah, sure.

Pietro, hurry up. Come here.

Come on.

-Are you voting too? -What?

Everything okay?

Yeah, fine, thanks.

Great!

-Bye. -Bye.

Voting for what?

Cool, isn't it? Half the school's already voted.

Are you mad? No, I'm not doing it.

-I need to get the math homework. -Homework?

You've never done homework. Go and vote. Go on.

I'll go.

Pietro, get out. Voting is secret.

Good, Michele.

Come on, join in. "Homework"?

This is Giulio, my best friend.

He's always up to something.

Hey. Go on.

-You know there's gonna be trouble? -Whatever.

But what is life without trouble?

-Are you joking? -See, it's Arianna.

It's Livia!

-She won! Count! -Let go of the pen!

-Who did you vote for? -Arianna.

You're not supposed to say.

Can't you count? Give me that, let me make a list.

-Pietro's right. -Who's first?

-Arianna. -Pietro.

-Look, it's Livia. -What are you doing?

Copying the homework.

Typical Isabel. She always has to know everything about everyone.

Just like Monica, her best friend.

-Who's next? -Arianna's first!

-Can you count? -You're wrong. There's one more vote.

Give it back!

What's happening?

-Such an idiot. -I can't believe this.

They ranked the girls.

-So? -It was a joke.

MONICA - UNRANKED

What joke?

-It was a joke. -What joke?

No biggie, just having a laugh.

Yeah, it's just a joke!

You shouldn't have.

They're right, it's no laughing matter.

I knew it was a stupid idea.

-It's not funny. -How dare you?

-Drop it. Bummer. -You don't get it.

-You're overreacting. -We don't get it?

No, I can't believe it. I came in second.

Guys, do you realize that I came in second?

Is she for real?

-Yeah, all right. -Only second?

-Answer me! -Ari, I swear I voted for you.

You know me.

The others have weird taste, but I voted for you.

But I came in second, not first.

I'm third and Livia's first? Are you for real?

-I don't give a damn. -Sure, you don't give a damn.

Hey, Giulio. What does "unranked" mean?

Tell her.

Well, usually, nerds don't take part in beauty pageants.

-You're such a loser. -Shut it, bimbo.

What?

You shouldn't have done that.

What do you want, Daniele?

If you like this loser so much, why didn't you vote for her?

Because you did vote, didn't you?

This is Daniele, a good guy who never looks for trouble.

Listen to how you talk. You've been here for eight years, but sound like the Queen.

No way I'm giving you my homework today.

What do I care?

Look, Dani, just ignore him, okay?

-Good morning. -Good morning.

Come on.

Paccagnini, come to the board.

Yes.

But why?

What do you mean, "Why?" What do you expect to do at school?

-Did you do the exercises? -Yeah, the exercises, sure.

Good. Bring your exercise book.

My exercise book… Okay, yeah.

Coming, Miss.

Look here…

Here you go, page 13.

-Good. -And 14 too.

Good. Now let's do them again on the board. Go on.

Can I copy from this?

No, you can't copy. Erase them and do them again.

-Why? -Erase it and redo the exercises.

-Okay, but chill. -"Chill."

You're gonna pay for that ranking thing.

For sure.

Whatever.

Isabel and Monica,

our two social justice warriors.

Have you seen the mess they've made?

Anyway, this is my class.

Class 2D.

GALILEO GALILEI MIDDLE SCHOOL

I'm not joking.

Did you have to?

I gave her my arm and she slapped it.

-Sorry. -Idiot.

I'm not the one going home with a D in math. Who's the idiot?

-I mean, did you see them? -Ignore them.

Girls are such a pain.

Speaking of which, come here.

Who did you vote for?

-What do you care, Pac? -I care.

I don't care about girls.

They're all the same to me.

Really?

-I thought you voted for Livia. -Who?

Miss Perfect? No way.

She's not even that pretty.