Hello?
Who called so early this morning?
Gojco.
From Sarajevo.
He's been trying to reach me for months, through the Embassy.
They're organizing a show, to commemorate the Siege.
He asked me to go.
Some of Diego's photos will be in it.
I have to go to the office, I have a ton of work to do.
I can't just leave like this.
I don't know...
Of course you know.
Pietro?
Pietro will never come with me.
But it's a chance for him too.
Here.
Gojco.
So he's still alive.
He's always been alive.
Mom.
Let's go, Mom.
Beautiful woman.
Old woman.
Fuck off!
Can I have some money, please?
Wait.
- Here. - Crazie.
Thank you.
She's crazy!
"Above me, I hear...
"a fistful of earth falling as the gravedigger swears, spits."
Beautiful Italian woman!
Guys. guys!
Your attention, please.
Excuse me, Mima Maric?
Room 13.
Mama?
Mama.
May I take her?
Be careful with her head.
There's a trattoria nearby,
I used to bring your mother there.
They make such a carbonara...
Let's run away.
I'm happy, Dad! I'm convinced.
And the other one, the American?
The night caller?
There's no one else.
Then... no carbonara.
Pietro, be careful!
Is this Diego's?
It's nice!
It looks like a cool CD cover.
No, I don't think it's your dad's.
Dad?
What a drag with this story!
Enough!
Italian fascist!
Shut up.
A spineless American, that's what you are.
Fascist!
- There, smoke, smoke. - Fumare, fumare.
How did you manage to win all those wars?
Shit!
It was a blighted ovum,
the body expels them naturally.
You were lucky.
The hemorrhage saved you from a D&C.
Good morning, Gemma.
Don't worry, Gemma,
relax and think about something beautiful,
think about the sea.
You can live also without children, Gemma.
Do you like the photos?
Were you there?
Were you always with him?
Not always.
And where was I?
You weren't born yet.
Weren't you scared?
Of what?
You were pregnant.
Weren't you scared of being pregnant in a war?
My shoes are wet!
I've caught a cold.
Legs up!
Shake them fast.
Make the lights flicker.
Let's change position, the other way.
Fast, fast!
You're wonderful.
Beautiful, Sebina.
Son of a bitch.
Do I always have to listen to him?
Tum it off.
Welcome.
Please take off your shoes.
- Good morning. - Good morning.
Do you have international newspapers?
Thank you-- "Le Monde."
How are you, Professor?
Why don't you come too?
- Do you like her? - No.
I like Italian girls!
Let's go, Pietro.
- Come on. - Go, go.
Let's go.
Be careful on the slides!
- Screw you! - Shut up!
Doctor...
I'm sorry... we have to go.
Everybody is running away!
What's up? Where are you going?
Where the fuck are you going?
Cowards, traitors, motherfuckers!
Your mother is a bitch!
Get out, son of a bitch!
What's happening, guys?
Where is everybody going? Fuck you, assholes!
Go, run away! Motherfuckers, get out of town!
Thank you, grandmother.
Good morning.
A lot of photographers came here!
May I take a look around?
Of course. Please.
Who are you? Their maid of honor?
Yes...
Yes, I was at the Water Park.
I'll pass you Mom.
No, she's asleep, yes, she's asleep...
Okay.
Talk to you tomorrow, bye, Dad.
What's this morgue?
"What's this morgue?" I said!
- What did you do? - I walked a lot, I'm tired.
- Leave me alone. - You were alone all day!
All day!
My friends are all at the beach, in Sardinia,
swimming in the sea, look where I am!
In this shithole!
Where you brought me, in this shit city!
That's where I am, look at this great city of yours!
Look where I am!
Give me the lotion, I'm all sunburned.
Look for it yourself.
What did you do to your feet?
They're filthy!
You hurt me, Pietro.
Why don't you want to talk to Dad?
Leave me alone.
Yeah, who do you think you are?
You never go to the Officers' Club,
you don't sit with the other Carabinieri wives.
Sure, laugh!
You've always been ashamed of Dad!
What are you saying?
You didn't come here for me, but for this fucking Diego!
Not for me, for this fucking Diego!
Why don't you try calling him Dad, just once?
Climb down, Gemma!
Climb down, because you're a nobody!
Pietro!
Here they are, my stars!
Darling, hi.
They're just back from Sarajevo,
Diego took some incredible shots.
Listen, is what I read true...
that the paring knives for pitting olives
are used to gouge people's eyes out?
Grandpa, going to war?
Mind your fucking business.
Good morning, Gemma.
Where is he?
Papa!
I hate this passport, Mom.
When they ask me why I was born in Sarajevo,
I'm ashamed.
"By mistake," I say.
By mistake.
Look, the light of life!
Thank you!
How did you remember this? Thank you!
Thanks, lunch was very good. I'm going now.
- Where? - To the University.
There's no more University, Jovan.
I know, I'm going to see if there is anything I can do.
Enjoy your meal.
Here he is.
Jesus Christ is here!
Where are you going?
Bastard!
My love!
Let's go.
Are you waiting for two more?
I want to go home, Mom, back to Rome.
Come on, Francesco Totti!
Pass me that ball.
Take it!
Stand up!
What do you want?
Cigarette!
Madame...
the captain wants to know if you'd like a ride to Rome.
I got you a sandwich, something to drink.
Thank you.
Here.
Give him to me, don't worry, I'll hold him!
I'll hold him, I had some nephews.
He's beautiful!
Did you give birth in Sarajevo?
What courage!
Excuse me, the baby's father?
He lost his passport.
Captain?
What's up?
- How many measures do I put? - Read the instructions.
What's the name?
Pietro.
No, your name.
Gemma.
Bless you, Gemma.
Hey.
He's a beautiful baby.
He looks like you.
Boys look like their mothers.
He drank it all.
Pietro.
Dirty boy!
- Hi, Dad. - Hi.
The man who called thought I was his father.
He fell from a cliff into the sea.
There's no sea in Sarajevo.
Bread! Come here.
Let's go.
Weren't you supposed to go towards the sea?
Pietro's complaining, the food's crap.
He wants to come home.
Where are you?
In the hotel.
Looking out the window.
Should I tell him?
Should I tell him I'm not his mother?
Don't run away, Gemma.
What shall we steal, Mom?
What?
What... what shall we steal?
If you don't steal something,
it means you didn't like the place.
Who said such a stupid thing?
A Carabinieri Colonel.
- Dad? - Yes!
Of rather... do you know what I'll steal?
Classic...
Look how beautiful.
So you like her.
Who?
- Who? - Who?
I told you already! I like Italian girls!
Come here.
- Give me a kiss. - You scratch me!
- Give your mother a kiss! - I'll give you a head butt!
Cut your nails off!
A kiss to your mother.
You are so beautiful.
You scratched me.
I'm old.
- My love. - Daddy!
Nice to meet you.
No, no, please! I have a wife and a son!
Please!
Thank you!