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Hey, Giovanna. Are you coming to the Flegrea Arena tomorrow?
Massive Attack's playing.
-I don't have the money for a ticket. -What ticket? We'll climb the fence.
-No, thanks. -Why? Don't you like them?
I said I'm not feeling it. Bye.
-Come on, wait a minute. -Leave her alone, Don.
Can't you see she's just a wanker?
You're definitely wanking people off.
What's the matter? You think you're too good because you wank people off?
What are you talking about?
Tell me, you use both hands? Huh?
Tell me. You can tell me.
-You're a piece of shit. -Little bitch.
You guys are disgusting. Not just one, both of you.
You're both assholes.
CHAPTER 3 BITTERNESS
UNDER ATTACK
-Hi, Vincenzo. -Good morning.
-Hey. -Hey.
Why do you always wait for me?
I like to spend time with you. What's wrong with that?
Nothing.
Let's go to Rosanna's.
-Isn't it too late? -No, she'll wait for us.
-But I'm hungry. -See ya.
It'll only take five minutes.
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-Who does this belong to? -It's mine.
-Do you even know how to drive it? -I'm learning.
When you're little, everything seems big.
When you're grown-up, everything seems small.
Each to their own.
So? What do you think?
You look stupid.
I just want a bit of a style change.
Who are you dating?
What are you talking about?
No one.
It's just a dress.
You look crazy.
Oh, here it is. I've found it.
Look, this fabric creates the most wonderful silhouette.
-Beautiful. -Right?
I'll be back another time, okay?
Uh-- No, don't worry. I'll save it for you, though.
Okay.
Are you always this annoying?
Why are you acting like this?
I care about you.
Each to their own.
Nobody knows.
Each to their own.
Nobody knows.
And so,
it seems that we have to accept
that freedom might come in the form of a broken-down Vespa.
Yeah.
Recently, it seems everyone is obsessed with the idea of freedom.
It's everywhere.
Freedom here… freedom there…
You know there's even a Freedom Party now?
Beautiful.
Just tell me,
what are you gonna do with all this freedom?
You start your Vespa… where do you go?
To school.
-Hmm. -To the community center.
To Vittoria's.
To Aunt Vittoria's.
-Andrea, calm down. -I knew it. I knew it. I knew it.
I'd like Angela and Ida to meet her too.
Oh, my love. Are you sure?
Aunt Vittoria's not a decent person.
Not a decent person?
Who talks like that?
You sound like the shitty novels you proofread.
You're not a decent person!
Giovanna.
Listen, I want you to understand that in exercising your freedom,
you've decided to see this lady that goes by the name of Vittoria.
A woman who, by mere chance, also happens to be your aunt.
Your blood aunt.
And I also understand the decision you've made
to share this experience with your friends.
But I don't think I caught what you just said.
What did you say to your mother? That she sounds like…
like "the shitty novels she proofreads"?
Yeah.
Don't you dare talk back to your mother ever again. Do you hear me?
Or I swear to God, Giovanna, I'll forget I'm a professor,
and I'll smash your face in!
Go to your room, now.
It seems to me, honey, that you tend to overreact
whenever someone brings up your sister Vittoria.
Giovanna's a child.
It's only normal for her to be a bit nasty sometimes.
-Nella, this early? -Yes, this early.
What is with you being so afraid of her, anyway?
I'm not afraid of her.
But she's a snake.
Andrea, I've been thinking about it. There's something I just don't understand.
Hmm?
I've been thinking about the bracelet Vittoria allegedly gave to Giovanna--
Hey, hey, hey. Enough with the bracelet! For fuck's sake, enough.
What have you done with it?
Okay, fine. Let's just get it all out, then.
Well, if anyone has something to hide, then I'm afraid that would be you.
-Me? -Yes. You.
Giovanna seems to be mad at you.
She's suspicious. She investigates.
She's not an idiot.
She must have a reason to act this way.
Let's hear your theory, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.
Let's hear it.
-It's better if I don't say. -Just say it.
You're good with words. Say it.
And if you don't, who is it better for?
It's better for me.
Good evening, comrades!
And happy fucking holiday to all of us!
This can't wait. Let's open it up now.
Ah, good idea.
It can't wait, but it won't open. Hang on.
-Pop it. -Wait, not the flutes again.
Please, Mariano, don't you have other glasses?
If you take this glass…
What, are you trying to give me a shower now?
Sorry.
I will reward you by giving you a hand-polished champagne glass. Here.
-Sorry, Nella. I apologize. -Here.
It's nothing.
-Thank you. -Mm-hm.
There. It brings you good luck.
Hey. Your turn.
Thank you. I really hope it's true.
-Ma'am, may I have a drink with you? -Of course.
Let's do it like, uh, they do, uh, at… at weddings.
I mean, we're both married.
Mm.
Not bad, not bad.
Hey, girls. Why don't you take Giovanna to see the kids?
It was the same old story.
And it happened every time they met.
-But now I found it unbearable. -Want some caviar?
-Yes. -Let's go.
Since we were kids, we heard tons of stories from them,
about poverty, inequality,
exploitation, class struggle, social outcasts,
the hammer and sickle that was on its way out.
And there they were,
with the champagne and the lobster.
And these are the babies?
These are moray eels. Pretty, huh?
They look like ancient sea monsters.
They are.
So then? When do we meet her?
-I'm setting things up. -Will we also get to meet Tonino?
I've always talked about Aunt Vittoria. Who cares about Tonino?
I don't know where he'll be.
You still love him?
I don't know.
Does he love you?
I don't know.
I don't care anymore.
How silly of me to embellish my stories about Vittoria so much
and to make up a love for Tonino.
Now Angela wouldn't stop nagging me about it.
Cover up, honey. It's cold.
Auntie?
It's late, I know.
But I couldn't wait any longer. I had to talk to you.
Lately, I haven't been in touch because I haven't been feeling well.
I always feel like crying.
But I always think about you.
And I did like you told me.
I looked exactly where you told me to look.
And now I'm scared.
Mom and Dad say that I'm turning exactly like you.
And in their eyes, you're ugly and mean.
But not to me.
And I'm happy if I'm starting to look like you.
Because that means that I'm not like them.
If it's true I look like you, perhaps one day
I'll be able to experience love the way you did.
-Auntie? -Giannì.
You're a good talker. You use big words.
But I haven't understood shit.
I like it when you smile.
Come on.
Come on. Hurry up, come on.
Light me a cigarette.
-Who, me? -Yes, you.
Come on.
Yes!
Whoa! Whoa!
My God, what is this?
A firing squad?
My God, does she dress like that at home?
Okay, Auntie, you stay here, and I'll go get them.
Ah, come on.
Good evening.
What a pleasure to meet you.
Beautiful.
Beautiful and beautiful.
Like mama.
Thank you.
Fabulous.
Wow! Fabulous.
So much gold, so many jewels.
Wow. You look just like Our Lady of the Arch!
But this is beautiful.
Yes, I like it very much.
Was it a gift?
Yes, I'm very attached to it. I've had it for many years.
Then be very careful.
It's so beautiful that…
someone could…
steal it, you know.
Come on, let's go.
Hey, girls, behave yourself. Don't make me worry, okay?
"I'm very attached."
"I've had it for many years."
Did you bring our money?
Yeah.
-Maybe you have it. -Maybe you left it on the table?
Gosh, I knew it. You're so stupid!
-I'm not stupid! -You're an idiot.
-Hey! Enough! -Stop being so mean.
-I thought I had it. God! -Will you both be quiet?
What is it?
My God. You give me a headache.
Light me.
Did you two happen to get baptized?
-No. -Of course.
If we want to, we can get baptized when we're older.
That way, it will be our choice.
And if you die before?
You'll end up in limbo. You know that?
-Limbo doesn't exist. -Say what?
Limbo doesn't exist.
Just like heaven, purgatory, and hell.
Wow.
And who taught you these nice things? Your father?
And according to your father,
where does God send those who have sinned
and those who have not sinned?
-God doesn't exist either. -And neither does sinning.
Your father told you this as well?
Yes.
I get it now. I understand.
Your father is an ass.
I believe sinning is real.
It's when there's no friendship and no love.
See, then people cheat and ruin the good things.
Did you hear that?
Giannina understands it all.
And you two don't understand shit.
-You drive. -Really?
Yeah. I'm not touching it.
-Careful! -I'm just pressing the clutch.
-No, I can't. -Please don't drive.
-Hey, watch the road! -Straight. Straight! Good.
-See? Perfect. Perfect. -Watch the road!
-Let's watch the road. -No, I can't…
-Try. Come on, come on. -Should I close my eyes?
Try. Don't close your eyes.
Can you please stop it?
Please, I said stop it.
Let's go faster. Come on.
Let's go. Faster!
So… would it be right to say that sinning is like bitterness?
Like when something you really love falls and gets broken.
Yeah, bitterness.
Well-done, young lady.
Bitterness.
Let's go.
Is this the church?
The people who come here have faith.
So this is not a church. It's a cathedral!
Heathens.
Cigarette.
And a lighter.
Come on. Let's go in.
-Hi, Florence. -Hi.
Hi.
Do the sign of the cross.
Come on. Hmm.
-No. In the name of the Father. -Father…
-The Son… -And the Holy Spirit.
-In the name of the Father, the Son… -Son…
-Holy Spirit… -And the Holy Spirit. Come on.
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit.
All right. You've made me late.
Girls, wait here. I'll be right back.
Angela, don't touch it.
Yeah, I know.
Come sit here, will you?
No?
-Your aunt is not very nice, you know. -And she's ugly too.
-No, she's not. -She is, though.
Well, she says we look alike.
Not at all. You look nothing alike.
That's just the way we are.
With nice thoughts, we look nice.
But if you think ugly thoughts, you look ugly.
We should just get rid of those thoughts.
Come here.
Giannina, my niece.
And these are… her two girlfriends.
Giacomo.
Father Giacomo.
-You're a priest? -Yes, I'm the priest.
None of us ever pray, you know.
So what? You can pray without saying any prayers.
-Can you only pray at church? -No, you can pray anywhere.
And God will hear you?
Of course he will.
No, that's impossible.
He would have to have billions of ears.
-Stop it. -Vittoria.
Vittoria, remember, even Jesus
reprimanded the apostles for rejecting children.
Hmm.
Know what he'd say?
He'd say, "Don't turn the kids away. Let them come to me."
I don't understand.
Wait, does this priest think that we're kids?
Stop it!
Vittoria, remember that Roberto reads this passage from the Gospel
to us every week.
Roberto should talk less and listen more when he comes here.
-He's a good speaker. -Who's Roberto?
But he forgets the consequences.
Vittoria, that's precisely why he speaks so well.
How is Roberto? Is he cute?
Roberto? Well, Roberto…
Let's say he has the beauty of faith.
Let's go. Come on.
Come on. Come meet my children.
Margherita.
Oh, hey, Vittoria.
Oh my goodness, look at you girls. You're so pretty!
Okay. Come here.
-This is Tonino. -Hi.
That's Corrado. Come here. Introduce yourself.
This is Giuliana. Yeah?
-Hi. -And you? What's your name?
-I'm Angela. -Ida.
Do you feel like doing some work? Yeah?
Okay, one of you go with Giuliana, and that's her stand over there.
-Wanna come with me? -And you, Angela, go with Tonino.
-Pleasure. -Yeah?
-Giovà, I'll put you with Corrado. -Yeah.
Let's see if you can sell something. Come on.
Giovà, this is really, really good stuff.
So, even if they insist, no discounts.
This goes for……500 lire.
The glasses are 1,500. Mm?
-Tell me, do you follow? -Yeah.
Good. These are 10,000 lire.
This stuff is all handmade.
It's valuable. Yeah.
-Here. -Thank you.
Hey, I got us some octopus broth.
So we can warm up a little bit.
Perfect.
Mm.
-Did you see her? -Who?
-The widow was invited. -Where is she?
Now just about anything can happen.
Aah.
-Vittoria. -Hey.
-How do I look? -You look like an actress.
I'll sell them… for 10,000 lire.
-Good? -Sounds good.
-I'd like them gift wrapped. -Of course.
-To put them under the tree. -Goes without saying.
Giannì, wrap them up.
Thank you.
-Thank you. Merry Christmas. -Merry Christmas to you.
What's wrong?
Is it about that thing?
What thing?
That thing… that made you scared.
You know, because you looked where I told you to look.
If I tell you, you have to promise that you won't tell anyone.
No. I never promise.
The only promise I have ever made was to Enzo. And that was enough.
If you don't promise, then I can't tell you.
Then fuck you.
What can I tell you, kid?
All the bad things you keep inside
become wild dogs
that will attack your head
at night
while you're sleeping.
Argh!
-Mom is cheating on Dad. -What?
My mom is cheating on my dad.
Ah.
With Mariano.
Yeah, I saw them playing footsie under the table.
Please don't say anything to Dad.
Your father…
Do you think that your dad actually gives a fuck that your mom
and Mariano were playing footsie under the table?
-Corrado. -Hey.
Hey.
-You good? -I'm good.
-What's up? -Not much. I'm just working.
Nice.
Take a look.
He's way too friendly.
Just like his dad.
Having fun?
Corrado.
Corrado!
Focus on your stand!
Give me two minutes.
This is…
-Yes. -Right.
Sales have been good this year.
I'll cut off your balls if you keep laughing.
Tell me, Rosario.
-Is there something to laugh about? -No.
Really? You laugh
because you think that your father,
the great lawyer, Mr. Sargenti,
will protect you.
Wrong. No one can protect you.
And leave Corrado alone.
How many times do I have to tell you?
-I got it. -No, you don't get it.
Are you so sure that I can't hurt you?
Is that it?
You're wrong, okay?
Look at this!
Huh?
Oh my God, Vittò, stop it!
-Please! Stop it! -Do you get it now? Huh?
-Come on. -You get it now? Hey!
-Just leave! -Give me those.
-I'm leaving! -Mom, take them.
Yeah, get outta here. Go.
Don't you move. Don't you move!
That guy isn't doing it on purpose.
-Oh no? -It's just the way he is.
He had the nerve to laugh in my face. To laugh in my face!
And nobody laughs in my face!
-Not on purpose. -You're wasting your time talking to her.
Just shut up!
I don't want to hear a word from you, Corrado.
-But… Who is it? -Let's go.
-Father. I'm sorry. -Come on.
-Vittoria isn't feeling too well. -Sorry.
Let's go, Vittò.
-Should I go get ready? -Yes.
Giovanna!
-Roberto is here. -Where is he?
Uh… I can't see him now.
They're all over him whenever he's giving out his words.
His words?
Yes, it's something he does every time he comes back.
Basically, he gives a word to all the people he meets.
Not a random word. He chooses a word for everyone.
Look. He gave me one for you too.
For me?
Yes. I told him who you are, and he picked a word for you.
Which one?
I don't know. Open it.
-"Compunction." -Hmm.
-What's it mean? -I don't know.
I don't know, but I do know that I'm in love with him.
All right. I'll get him so you two can meet.
Merry Christmas.
Thank you.
Dear Almighty Lord of the Kingdom of Heaven,
make Vittoria stop playing.
Make her bring me home.
And stop her from saying anything to my father.
So?
Go on!
Okay.
But don't tell anybody, Auntie, please.
Giannì, if you wanna grow up,
if you want to become a woman,
you have to fall down.
You have to get hurt.
Otherwise, you'll remain a child, like your mother.
Like your father.
And like all these losers here.
Mm?
I have something important that I have to deal with.
But remember one thing.
As soon as you say, "Vittoria, come,"
I'll be there, right away.
I'll never abandon you. Never.
-Should I go? -Yes, go.
-Bye. -Bye.
Such a beauty.
Can I have a puff?
My aunt retaliated.
However, she didn't use the secret I had told her.
She didn't call my dad.
She called my mother.
And with a few remarks, she destroyed our family.
God,
I know it's my fault.
I've been obsessed with finding out the truth,
and now things are about to fall apart.
This family will fall on this house,
this house on San Giacomo dei Capri,
San Giacomo dei Capri on the Vomero,
the Vomero on the city.
All the city will fall into the sea.
There you go. I'm ready.
This is yours.
Why are you giving me a gift?
It's not a gift.
She's giving it back.
I thought… it was mine, but…
I was mistaken.
It's yours.
Good.
You know the way out.
I'm sorry.
I really don't get it.
I was…
What's going on? Why did Costanza give me this bracelet?
You know what that bracelet is?
Yes.
Where's Dad at?
He is where he belongs.
I thought you were the one cheating on him.
Well, you thought wrong.
But it's not your fault.
When you're a liar, you're good at making others look like they're lying.
Hey, Giovà. Stop, stop, stop, stop.
I wanted to say sorry.
Last time, I was very rude to you.
I didn't know how to apologize.
But now I do.
If you don't mind,
give me your number.
We can hang out sometime.
No, that's all right.
Come on, give me your number.
You're looking at me like you hate me.
But I'd still fuck you if you want me to.
-Really? -Of course.
-Okay, then. -Yeah.
Seven.
-Seven. -Nice.
Five…
Hmph! Call me, okay?
BASED ON THE NOVEL OF THE SAME NAME BY ELENA FERRANTE
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