Mare fuori (Mare Fuori)

What's this silence? Nobody slept?

Get moving. There's a lot to do today.

Pino, sleepy?

Wake up!

Carmine, we'll figure it out.

-You razzing me? -Don't you like my southern accent?

No.

Listen, I swear I'll find a way to get you out.

I promise.

Love, things okay?

What happened to you?

Did you go downtown?

Did you get that job?

Mom?

-What are these bruises? -Nothing.

I left the kitchen cabinet open.

-You? -So? What the fuck ya gonna do?

-You're a bastard! -Don't touch him!

Sit down.

You, too!

Eat.

Eat or I'll kill ya, I swear.

Pasta's great.

Pasta and potatoes was better, but this is good too, great job.

24 HOURS BEFORE HIS ARREST

Serena!

-What were you doing? -Sleeping.

What's that?

Show me! That psychopath gave it to you?

-Is that what matters? -This stuff can kill you!

Coming from Viola is what counts, I don't.

What are you saying?

I care about you.

-Shit psychopath! -What the fuck do you want?

Are you giving' Serena that shit?

Careful, or I'll kill you.

Answer me!

Get your hand off me.

I said, hands off.

You're not human.

Ciro, the psycho's looking at us.

Let him look.

-Maybe he's in love with you. -Shut up, you jerk!

-I said shut up! -Asshole.

-I think the poet's the lucky one. -Knock it off.

He's coming to propose.

Ciro, I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

I have nothing to do with this story.

I've always cared for you,

so, careful, Dude just wants to screw you.

Trust me.

Your problem is you can't keep your mouth shut.

That's why you'll come to a bad end.

Trust me.

Are you threatening?

I know you got a knife.

If you wanna kill me, do it now.

Kill me.

-Or I'll kill you. -What the fuck are you doing?

You're all ass-lickers, you'll never be anything.

Piece of shit, get lost!

-You like being fucked. -Beat it!

These shit faces are your pals?

Don't waste your time.

-My balls are busted! -Yeah.

-He's outta control. -Let me kill him.

Relax.

I want no ruckus, in here.

Outside's different.

-What's your move? -You've got a special privilege, right?

Yeah.

Are you drinking or not?

Yeah, tons of water, Dude!

Don't pee, or you won't make the hospital.

I can't take this.

-You're a wreck, it works! -Screw it!

Let me feel your pulse.

I can't breathe.

See? It works.

-You're sure? -Yes, I saw it in a film.

What!

Just kidding, it works, trust me.

See that picture?

Carmine's a daddy

It's my daughter's first picture, I want you to have it.

-Okay. -Thanks, now do what you gotta.

-What? -Bust my face.

-Bust my face. -With my fist?

Yeah, hurry.

-Do it! -I can't.

I get it, you're an idiot.

Shit…

-Holy shit! -Let me see.

You really hurt yourself.

Carmine's hurt bad, his head is bleeding.

He fell!

Where is he?

Call Dr. Gaetano!

Gennaro for Lino.

Call Dr. Gaetano right now, Carmine's hit his head.

He's bleeding, I say he'll faint, hurry.

I'm coming with you.

A pillow!

Ciro?

Don't worry, it's all set.

Good.

His heartbeat's erratic, blood pressure is up and down.

His stomach is full of air.

What's the cause?

Many causes, he needs to be monitored.

-Did you take something? -No.

His pupils are normal.

How do you feel?

My head hurts.

He's had a bad blow, I'd take him to the hospital.

I'll call the ambulance.

-Have you already told them? -Not yet.

Here's the news: Edoardo's in the finale

of the poetry contest.

That's enough!

Edoardo's been invited to the Award Ceremony.

It might seem trite, but love

is viewed as a kind of redemption, future

and salvation.

Here comes the sermon.

Many of you have known love.

Especially for payment.

Son of a bitch!

Love takes many forms, but one it must never have:

violence,

subjugation.

-This story's gotta end. -It's nothing, don't worry.

Report him or I will.

-If he's in jail, who brings the wages? -Me.

So, you're a man now.

Where will you get this money?

-I'll work. -You'll work?

-What work's that? -I'm a singer.

A singer?

Let's hear how you fucking sing.

Let's hear ya.

I said sing.

Sing!

Get going.

You're a singer, you jerk?

-Hi, Nicola. -Hi.

-I have to ask something. -What?

-I need money. -Who doesn't?

Got any deals for me?

-You're serious? -Try me.

Didn't you want to be a singer?

It's not enough.

It's not enough…

Something easy's going down tonight, just to start.

Thank you, you won't be sorry.

Stay here, keep your eyes open.

-Ma'am, I didn't do anything. -Who are you?

I'm not doing anything.

-Ma'am! -My pill!

My pill!

Everything's okay, Ma'am.

-What the fuck are you doing? -She's not well.

So what? Are you an idiot?

Move!

Helping her wouldn't cost us, her pills are on the table.

You're too soft, dogs eat the soft.

You guys suck.

We do? Then walk home, get out, asshole!

Scram!

Ma'am?

Ma'am?

Ma'am, take the medicine!

I'm leaving, go on with the lesson.

-Good day. -Goodbye.

And don't make me sorry.

-What, still feel the sting? -Yes.

-But not for what you think. -For what?

For the music.

-Don't toss your gift! -That again!

I learned from my father,

my brother plays too.

Everyone in my house plays.

Not like you.

-Some even better. -Not true.

-You feel music. -And so?

You could have a new life with music.

I like it this way.

I'll teach you to play music the way it's written.

To become a bastard like you?

D.O.?

Can I go to the bathroom?

-Come here! -What is it?

Come here!

You screwed Ciro, right?

The truth, did you screw Ciro?

You can jerk some people around, but not me.

Fucking thief!

Don't tell Ciro or I'll beat your brains in.

You bastard!

Tyson, be good now.