To Live (Vivere)

Coffee's ready !

Luca !

One shoe, two shoes.

Sorry, I burnt you !

Will you finish your milk, please ?

Here !

How do you say "finish" ?

I can't, I need to go and fall in love with Matteo Pagni.

If you don't eat, you'll feel weak. Remember you fainted last time ?

Shit, it's late ! Luca ! Honey !

We need to go, will you help me ?

They'll close the school gates, I still need to get dressed.

We can't do this every morning.

My darling.

What a great butt you have !

Just go ! Go have breakfast, I won't be long.

But she's good, she's teaching her English, that's important.

Nowadays, that'll come in handy.

Room and board in exchange.

You love Matteo Pagni more than me ?

The same.

Have a sip for daddy too then.

- Good morning ! - Good morning !

- Have you met Mary Ann ? - Your au pair, yes.

- Techie ? - I'm an industrial technician.

It's so late !

Come on, let's go. Say bye !

Bye, Mary Ann, see you later !

- Bye, Techie. - Come on, honey.

- Call him Mr Tranò, not Techie. - You call him that.

He's a tech expert, you see ? A "techie." Seatbelt on.

Goodbye !

Bye !

Good morning.

Come on. It's late !

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Mum, I'm still here. - Lucilla !

Lucilla, wait in the car, okay ?

Good morning, ladies !

Sara, can you put the music on ? Ester, come on !

Let's start with a ten-minute warm-up.

Duckling: one, two, three, four.

Swan: six, seven, eight.

Duckling: one, two, three, four.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Feel like a duckling, an ugly little duckling.

Then a beautiful swan,

allonger.

Pull your tummies in.

Squeeze your bottoms.

Up, up, up, high.

Down, down, down, low.

Up, up, up, high.

Down, down, down, low.

Swan, swan, swan, swan.

Duckling, duckling, duckling, duckling.

Carry on: Swan, swan, swan, swan.

Duckling, duckling, duckling, duckling...

I forgot to drop Lucilla off at school.

Off you go then.

Keep an eye on them. I like your new hairstyle.

40 euros ? Are you nuts ?

That's half as much but it's still 800 characters.

The freelance journalists' taxes are due.

But I've had a million clicks on the online edition. Look.

Look at the net ratings.

Two-headed lamb born

to ewe under antibiotics.

What can I say ? Seems we lost another 2,300 copies.

Cuts are being made everywhere.

Try talking to Botti.

Giovanni, listen. I was told by management that...

No, come on, you can't just ambush me like this.

You're taking advantage because I can't run away.

You know I don't deal with these things. Please.

Take care.

Hi.

Attach the spacer then press four times.

Once every 10 seconds:

one, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight, nine and ten. Breathe.

Again: two, three, four...

- Four cycles. - Five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten.

Oh God ! What's that smell ?

- Honey ! Did you hurt yourself ? - No.

Mary Ann, help her, I can smell burning. Goddammit !

He was supposed to keep an eye on it.

Never mind, let's go. It's burnt, but only a little.

Lucilla likes it. Sit down, honey.

Mary Ann, you sit there.

- Luca, honey, it's ready ! - Coming !

The newsroom closes in 30 minutes but they're requesting edits.

Don't worry.

Come later.

Okay...

In Italy we say "Buon appetito".

Only chavs say that.

Pierpaolo told me.

Is that so ?

Scram !

Why do I have to show her round Rome ?

She wants to see the churches, paintings, museums...

She knows about a lot of artists, not just Caravaggio and...

She wants to see St. Peter's, the Vatican Museums and Pope Francis.

Pope Francis ? Screw that idea !

Mary Ann...

Please speak Italian, you'll help me learn it.

- What ? - I understood "Susanna".

Luca, I'm home.

"Hi, how are you ? How was your trip ?"

Seeing it takes me a good hour to come out to the sticks.

- You know those things dads say ? - Sorry, son, just 5 minutes and then...

And then...

Come on ! For heaven's sake !

- Move it, shorty ! Come on ! - This is a pedestrian zone !

Pierpaolo, "tranquille".

- "Tranquillo", not "tranquille". - Tranquillo.

Come on, these blacks are everywhere ! There are thousands of them !

Do you have any in Ireland or just sheep ?

Pierpaolo, come here !

Please.

Santa Maria della Pace.

Raphael's painting: "The Sybils".

It's free to go in and see it.

Who's turn is it now ?

Come with me.

Why did you bring that hillbilly along ?

She'll be giving me a blowjob in no time.

500 euros for a photo.

Here, use it to pay the bill.

It's not my turn today.

Braggart, it's a pre-blowjob investment.

- Mary Ann ? - Yes ?

Do you work on space programmes ?

- In Italian, please. - Of course.

No... I mean, today yes.

I'm writing about a rebel satellite, I'm embellishing it so they'll buy it.

What do you mean by "embellish" ?

Make its more stunning.

You see, the agency says that the satellite

will disintegrate when it reaches the atmosphere over Italy.

But...

I need to think of a place where something's happening today.

Jesolo ! The Miss Italy finals are being held there today.

No, what's her name ?

Nadia, hi, it's Luca Attorre.- Hi, how are you ?

Fine, thanks, and you ?

I'm writing an article for Mondo Sera.

Did you know that Reuters has named Jesolo

as the place where pieces of the Corpas satellite will land

when it disintegrates today ?

What ? A disintegrating satellite ? I'm in Jesolo !

Really ? Can I get a statement from one of the finalists ?

You choose one, the most emotional.

- Okay, I will. - Call me back, bye.

No, there's no danger.

Winning the lottery is 250,000 times more likely.

So why write that ?

So they'll buy my article.

Oh God, no ! I forgot my wallet.

I picked up my daughter's lunch-box instead.

Really, I forgot...

Can I make a call ?

Step aside so I can serve someone else.

"And Miss Lucania commented:

'The sky is where Heaven is, right ?

But instead, man's evil nature

has turned it into Hell'."

Did she really say that ?

I just changed it a little.

It wouldn't be so bad...

If a satellite fell out of the sky and destroyed

everyone.

I really needed those.

Where's Luca ? He always runs away.

Eggs.

You always bitch about him, always.

That's how he is, and I'm fine with that.

This goes here, but now I've had enough...

Don't worry, I'll call your mum.

Sit here, look at this lovely chair !

My dear girl !

Why don't you eat your snack ?

Look what's in your rucksack.

So, Attorre...

let's see...

Attorre.

What's up ?

What's wrong ?

- The toad will hear you. - What toad ?

The one in my throat, he stops me breathing.

No ! Let's open this, so the toad... Hello ?

- Is that Lucilla Attorre's mum ? - I'm not her mum !

- It's the school. - She's nuts, she left her phone here.

How will I find her ? What a mess !

Lucilla ?

Honey, how are you ?

- Fine. - Where's the toad ?

- In here, he's asleep. - Let him sleep !

- Hi ! - Off you go.