The Last One for the Road (2025) Movie Script
1
There's an urban legend
in our town...
Let me know when to land.
We have to wait for the signal, OK?
- Are you ready, Doctor?
- Yes, I am.
And don't call me Doctor...
I only have
a junior high school diploma.
- Forgive me, sir.
- Forget about it.
Primo Sossai... born in '47...
worker since '66...
Married to Renata?
Yes, Renata.
He also has a daughter.
Yes, Genny. Genny with a "G".
- Beautiful day, isn't it?
- Yes.
Good thing we didn't run
into traffic.
That's all we needed!
I'll bring bottles of the good stuff!
Sure,
but make sure it's the good stuff!
I have good wine at home,
don't worry about it.
Primo Sossai?
Yes, that's me.
Come with us.
But... I have nothing!
What have I done?
Nothing in the pouch.
Goddamn it, the very day I retire...
That's it.
- He's given the signal.
- OK.
Primo!
Primo Sossai, great to meet you!
Tiziano Fadiga.
Primo Sossai.
- I know you very well.
- What have I done?
What have you done? Everything.
You did everything for us!
A worker here since the day our small
but great company first opened.
What am I saying... our great family!
- Sir, I...
- You don't have to say anything.
I'm the one who can't find the words
for all the hard work and commitment
and all those years
you dedicated to our business.
I want to tell you something...
We can't repay you
and your wife Renata...
- Do you know my wife's name?
- Of course!
I also know your daughter's name...
What's her name?
Genny! Your daughter Genny.
For all these years of sacrifice,
I wanted to be here today
to give you a small present
on your last day at work.
Here it is.
Sir, you shouldn't have.
Come on, open it!
- Right here, in front of everyone?
- Go on, open it!
Sir...
Call me Tiziano,
today we're on first name basis.
It's a Rolex Day Date.
A fantastic watch.
It's a gift which symbolises
all the time you gave to our family.
Look on the back of it.
Careful, it cost me an arm and a leg.
Sir...
- Tiziano, I'll keep it as an heirloom.
- Good!
- Come on, let's do this!
- I'm coming.
This is for you, sir...
- And here you are!
- This is for you and this is for me.
Hurray!
- Cheers!
- Cheers!
Congratulations!
To Primo and his retirement!
Thank you, thank you!
Very good!
- They're waiting for us in Venice.
- Alright, let's go.
Congratulations, Primo!
Goodbye, Tiziano!
Do you know what the secret is?
What?
Dori?
Hey, Dori!
Shall we have one last drink?
Let's go.
Wait, tell me again,
I lost the thread.
It was...
Goddamn it, I can't remember it!
Amen.
It's gone!
What do you mean gone? No!
It was something important.
Goddamnit!! We discovered
something amazing about life.
What the fuck is wrong
with this beer?
You're right, it's weird.
Excuse me!
Miss, excuse me...
This beer...
tastes weird.
It's non-alcoholic.
What?
We're not allowed to sell alcohol
on the highway at this time of night.
What time is Genio arriving?
Around 11am.
In Venice?
Yes, in Treviso.
I mean Venice-Treviso.
Venice or Treviso?
The name of the airport is Venice.
And it's in Treviso?
To screw tourists.
And how does he get here
from Veni... from Treviso?
We'll go and pick him up.
But we have to sleep now.
If not, we'll never wake up tomorrow.
Well, no.
How about one last drink?
- Let's say this was the last one.
- But it's non-alcoholic beer.
- You're right.
- The very last one!
You're right.
Carlobianchi.
Let's have our last drink in Venice.
This could be the US.
What?
This could be the US!
Ah!
I need a cigarette.
Do you have any?
- I quit!
- Ah, that's true.
I keep forgetting!
Why don't you buy fucking cigarettes,
goddamn it?
If I buy them, I'll smoke them.
Exactly!
I'll go and bum one.
Great idea.
I thought it was only us Germans...
who had been Americanized.
I expected more resistance...
from you Italians.
- You're German?
- Yes.
You speak Italian well.
Thank you.
I studied for many years...
Are you on vacation?
Yes.
Well, no.
I came to Italy to see the country
before you Italians...
destroy it.
I think you're too late.
I've been looking for
the construction site of the
Lisbon-Treviso-Budapest for days.
The highway.
But I can't find it...
Do you know...
where I might find it?
No.
No, I don't know.
I've never heard of it.
A ghost highway!
Such folklore...
When we arrived,
they took off my blindfold
- and I discovered I was in Venice.
- May I?
Sure.
We went on a treasure hunt there...
Then we made another stop
and went to the beauty salon in Silea
to have a manicure...
You had a manicure?
Here's Carlobianchi.
- Hi girls!
- What a nice name!
You have really beautiful hands.
Susi was telling me
about her bachelorette party.
So you're getting married?
Do you want to make a contribution
to the wedding?
What contribution, damn it!
You should be paying us.
Carlobianchi,
did you have the shrimp cocktail?
No.
I haven't eaten that
since we used to go to Jesolo.
And how was it?
I thought it would be better.
This time, it had a sugary taste,
kind of disgusting.
Must have been the cocktail sauce.
Who the fuck invented
the shrimp cocktail?
Some nut in the '90s.
Yeah, the '90s were great.
You're telling me.
If I let you back into the car,
promise you won't barf on the seats.
I feel great.
Let's go.
Jeez, no.
There they are.
How much did you have to drink
when you lost your driver's license?
I can't remember.
Five, six pints, tops.
Go, go, go, go...!
- Go, go, go, go...!
- Hey, old timer! Are you crazy?
If they take away my license
too, how will we get around then?
By bike, like schmucks?
Look, they're going fast.
Go, go, go!
Go!
Go!
Let's switch to stealth mode.
There you go!
No!
Again!
They've gone past.
That's crazy.
Do you remember the first time
Genio switched to stealth mode?
No.
It was that evening,
after dinner in Bassano,
with his crazy friends.
That was some hangover!
What the hell even was that place?
People were insane.
With the guy who said he'd seen UFOs
above the supermarket sign.
I've been thinking of something
lately.
I look at houses,
with doors, windows,
and lights inside, and...
I think that I will never go inside
that house.
I didn't use to think that before.
You didn't?
Before, I used to think:
one day I'll go inside that house,
that kitchen,
that living room,
that bedroom.
Paola bought a house like that.
The last time I saw her she told me:
"I moved into the Twilight Zone".
She must have bought an apartment
beyond the bridge.
150 square metres.
She doesn't come into town anymore.
She looks so skinny now.
Listen...
What happened to the dog
the two of you had?
She said to me:
"My dog goes to pet therapy
"and it's all your fault".
He got sad after we broke up.
Man, it should be people who go
to pet therapy with animals,
not the other way around.
Then I just don't get it.
Doesn't look good, Dori.
We can't not have the last one.
And...?
We'll have to wait for the bars
to open tomorrow morning.
Right.
Doctor,
doctor, doctor asshole...
Charliewhite.
As usual,
Divine Providence comes to our help.
Doctor, doctor, doctor asshole,
go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself.
Drink it, drink it, drink it,
drink it, drink it, drink it,
down the hatch!
Jesus, guys,
what the fuck did you put in this?
It's a kalimotxo! Giulia Antonia
did her Erasmus in Spain.
Hola! Que tal?
- Since when do you speak Spanish?
- It's just like our dialect.
Guys, do you know a place
which is still open for a drink?
Guys, go at the "Biliardi", it's gin
and tonic night for two euros!
I'm already in love with you.
OK, let's go!
Guys, I'm off.
Where are you off to, Giulio?
Home?
We have our design review tomorrow.
Giulia Antonia,
congratulations again, and...
When do you have to get up?
At seven.
I'll teach you a trick.
Before you go to sleep,
stick two teaspoons in the freezer,
in the morning, put them
under your eyelids
and you'll be as fresh
as if you'd have slept eight hours.
There are some...
lymph nodes, I don't know,
they'll bring you back to life.
And you'll feel amazing the next day.
Even if you slept
for three or four hours.
I swear.
I believe you, but...
But I'm going home.
Do you want your present now?
Or...
- What do you say?
- No.
Maybe...
tomorrow!
If you want,
tomorrow we could visit Brion Tomb.
We've been talking about it
for five years.
Let's do it.
No, tomorrow I'm going back
to my parents in Verona.
Come on, come with us!
Giulia!
Come on!
No, really. Another time.
There's never another time.
Julio.
Let's go.
There's never another time.
- Come dance!
- I don't dance!
What?
I don't dance!
Go fuck yourself!
Shall we do a line?
Here.
You want some?
Dori!
I love you.
You're crazy.
I've loved you
since the first time I saw you.
You're drunk.
You're a goddess.
Julio!
Julio!
What do you want?
We want to invite you
to have one last drink with us.
No, I'm going home.
Look, if you go home now,
you'll just feel bad.
What time is Genio arriving?
Again?
Jesus, you never remember!
The plane lands at 11 am.
I told you two hundred times!
Cheers!
Are you waiting for a friend?
A friend.
Let's say he's a friend.
Don't know how to describe him...
Dori, how would you describe Genio?
Describe Genio, go ahead.
Be concise.
Genio...
Genio is...
Genio is Genio, what else?
Genio is Genio.
His name is Genio?
His name is Eugenio Bortot,
born in 1960,
from Roe Basse, aka Genio.
He belonged to one of the last
farming families of Cornia.
His father...
died crushed by a tractor.
Poor guy.
Genio is the winner
of the most medals
of the Caliera Trophy of all time.
What is the Caliera Trophy?
- Caliera!
- The Caliera!
The Caliera trophy.
Caliera is the pot you use
to cook polenta.
It was a Piaggio Ape race
in the mountains,
organised by the town butcher
to commemorate the day he presented a
declaration of independence in Rome.
We went to Oktoberfest with Genio.
It was the first time we left Italy.
Genio took us to Villach
for the first time...
Where is Villach?
You don't know shit!
Just beyond the border,
in Austria, Villach.
The city of brothels,
the realm of brothels!
Over there, they're legal.
You can even pay with a card.
I swear!
I swear!
And they give you a receipt!
We went to get "baptised",
as Genio used to say.
We used to go to Slovenia with Genio,
to buy cigarettes and gas
because it was cheaper.
And on our way back
to the Veneto region,
we used to stop
at this amazing place,
Mery's tavern,
and we would stuff ourselves
with snails and polenta.
Really delicious.
Long live Mery!
Thanks, Mery.
How long has it been
since we last went to Mery's?
We'll go tomorrow
with Genio and Luca too.
- Giulio.
- Giulio...
- Or not?
- I have my design review tomorrow.
Yes, right.
Wait, what was I saying?
- You were talking about Mery!
- Ah, Mery.
To Mery.
Genio was everything to us...
What do you mean "was"?
"Was"?
He went to Argentina
before the 2008 crisis.
To do what?
Good question.
Never add new wine to old...
Drink up!
Fuck, no...
It's late, I have to go home.
Dori!
Did that thing from last night
at the rest stop come back to you?
No.
What thing?
A thing we said to each other,
that Carlobianchi believes
holds the secret of the world.
Stupid fools.
You've discovered the secret of the
world and you can't remember it?
But... was it the secret...
of the whole world or your world?
What's the difference?
Fair enough.
Look, Dori!
Come on!
White or red, Dori?
White.
And a sandwich.
Cooked ham and horseradish or bacon.
Great!
And for you?
- Nothing, I'm going home.
- Come on, Giulio.
- Let's have one last drink!
- This would be my first.
No.
It's the last one.
It's still yesterday for us.
For me, it's today.
I have to go to the train station
to catch my train, I have to go home,
get my computer and
come back here for my design review.
Where do you live?
In Mestre.
Goddamn it, where the fuck is it?
Dori?
Weren't you there when we got a fine,
on the way there and back?
- Yes. Careful with speed cameras.
- Where are they?
- There are three of them.
- There are three of them.
I look every time
but I can never find them.
Twice we got a fine,
on the way there and back,
and also in the restricted
traffic area in Mestre.
- Be careful.
- Hey, be careful...
Don't tell me it was Venice airport
and not Venice-Treviso...
You're the one who said it was!
There are no international flights!
Stop it!
So, shall we get something to eat?
Guys, I have to go home.
But it was amazing.
No way.
Maybe I can still make it,
get my computer and go to university.
You don't even know where we are.
Come on, we'll take you. Get in!
Giulio...
You have to taste Mery's snails.
They're amazing.
Nobody makes them like her.
Nobody in the world.
- I don't like snails.
- Have you ever tried them?
Mery makes them
with garlic and butter,
but the garlic never covers
the taste of snails.
They're delicious.
When I say no, it means no.
OK?
Julio. Listen.
What the fuck are you going
to do at home?
Your design review is fucked
in any case.
By the way you look, I'm betting
you have nothing in your fridge.
Come and have a nice meal with us
and then we'll take you home.
Zerobranco, Rio San Martino,
Trebaseleghe,
Villanova, Ronchi, Piombino Dese.
Fossalta, Rustega...
What the fuck is that old man
looking at?
Moniego, Scorz...
If you give me the name of this
place, I can look it up on my phone.
Levada, Torreselle, Santa Brigida...
- No?
- Resana...
Carlobianchi is against Google Maps.
Is the Brion Tomb here?
Let's go there!
Why the fuck do you want to go
to the cemetery now?
Come on,
let's look for Mery's tavern.
Massanzago...
Camposampiero...
Where the fuck is he going?
Only Genio knows how to get there.
Guys, I hate to break up
this dramatic moment,
but it says here that...
Mery's tavern is 5 kilometers
from here.
Why did Genio go to Argentina?
He got screwed
by a story about glasses.
We used to steal thirty,
forty pairs a week,
taken from the processing
waste of the production line...
that Genio took home,
counted and sorted,
to earn a harmless amount,
three or four thousand lire
a month for each of us.
It was just enough
to pay for extra expenses.
We gave some to our parents,
and for the rest...
we drank it up.
Every last drop!
Bye, Genio.
Hey, take care!
See you later, guys.
- Bye, guys!
- Bye!
Bye!
Come on, come and eat!
In a hundred years this will be
a collectible piece of furniture
because it was made by Angelo Rampon.
They told me that
Rampon furniture is solid as bricks!
I want to see if it's true!
We got carried away.
It went on for years.
They calculated
we had created a business
worth hundreds of thousands of euros.
Genio's mother
used to offer the buyers
coffee laced with grappa.
Thanks, mom.
She was also convicted
for criminal conspiracy.
How much for these?
Fifty.
These look good, don't they?
Yes.
Are they originals?
Sure.
Hello?
Mrs Bortot?
When they came looking for Genio
at his house,
they couldn't find him anywhere.
He was gone.
He'd run away.
To Argentina.
The thing is that...
he got rid of any information
that could lead to us.
Genio was convicted for multiple
thefts with aggravating circumstances
and criminal conspiracy.
That's no small crime.
And what happened to all that money?
In town, they say Genio took
his share and hid it years ago.
They call it the "little treasure".
But it's an urban legend.
Our share, on the other hand...
we blew the whole lot.
Over the years.
So what did you do afterwards?
Nothing.
2008 arrived.
The big crisis.
A lot of people got fired
at the factory.
I separated from my wife and had
to go back to live with my parents,
but I put in an independent entrance.
And things started going badly.
In a hundred years it will be
a collectible piece of furniture!
Now the crime has gone by
and Genio can come back
without too many problems.
And what is he coming back
for after all these years?
What do you mean?
What kind of question is that?
Everything.
Giulio? You have it.
No, thanks. You have it.
- No, no. I'm OK.
- Here it is!
Mine.
Giulio, have you heard of
the theory of marginal utility?
No. What is it?
The marginal utility
is the amount of satisfaction
that each single dose
of a consumed asset provides.
It's an economic theory.
Carlobianchi studied accounting.
Let's take this plate of cold cuts.
When we arrived, we were starving.
For the first salami slice,
we would have been willing
to pay 10 euros.
We really enjoyed
the first salami slice,
so increasing the marginal utility.
The increase in utility that
the second slice of salami generated,
even though significant,
was definitely less
than the first one. And so on.
It's also plausible to imagine
that there will be a point in time
when our consumer will be full.
That's exactly what happened to you,
Giulio.
Once the "point of satiety"
is reached,
other potential increases
in the use of the asset,
that is eating other salami slices,
will probably produce a disutility,
which means they decrease
the level of individual satisfaction.
At the point of satiety
the marginal utility is zero.
So it makes no difference to you
whether you eat the salami slice
or not.
Take it, man.
Do you understand?
Do you want anything else?
- Three coffees.
- Black?
I don't drink coffee.
It hurts my stomach.
- Laced, please.
- With plum grappa?
- Yes.
- Good.
There's only one thing
that marginal utility doesn't take
into account.
What's that?
The last drink.
The desire for the last one
never goes away.
Because it's something
that goes beyond thirst.
Guys, how about we say...
we go home?
I couldn't hold it anymore.
What a place.
Yoo-hoo hu! Is that you?
Yoo-hoo! Yes, it's us.
Isidoro, hurry up and open the gate,
the architects have arrived.
Who is that?
Divine Providence.
Welcome to Villa Bugnello.
Nice to meet you,
I'm Count Luigi Jacopo Maria
Bugnello.
Good to meet you.
It's a beautiful villa, Count.
- Really beautiful.
- Just a moment.
You have a Southern accent.
I didn't speak to you on the phone.
You spoke to me, Count.
Ah, that's it!
Let me show you.
Please, follow me.
The highway will go through here,
actually destroying
the 16th century garden.
The highway?
The Lisbon-Treviso-Budapest highway.
Listen.
The Barbarians are coming
on horseback!
Tell me you'll find a way
to put an end to this havoc?
Count,
may I look at the cadastral maps?
Of course!
Count, excuse me?
Before getting to work,
could we, please,
cadge something to drink?
We've had a long journey.
Of course! I'll have some fruit
juices brought to you immediately...
- Isidoro!
- Excuse me, Count.
We don't drink fruit juices...
Don't you have something stronger,
like a gin and tonic?
Much better,
I'll make you a perfect Daiquiri!
"An essential infrastructure
for the development
of the territory"!
That's what they told me.
I was horrified
when hearing those words.
You couldn't even imagine.
Why don't people use
the word "land" anymore?
Territory...
It makes me sick.
We have to appeal
to the regional administrative court
to block the construction site.
It'll be difficult
but we'll get there.
I'm guessing your property is listed
as cultural heritage.
Finally somebody
with a little optimism!
And people talk about
southern fatalism!
Awesome, thank you.
Thank you, Count.
Count,
your good health!
You know,
the director of Correr Museum
in Venice
once taught me a curious variation.
In addition to lime,
he added two drops of Pernod.
No way!
Frankly, it seemed like heresy to me.
Apparently, it was a thing back then.
They'll destroy everything.
Nothing will remain of this region.
Only a huge infrastructure,
a means to go from one place
to another,
but nowhere to go.
Very beautiful hands, Count.
Well, we must return to our studio.
It's a long way from here!
About that...
regarding travel expenses,
how should we deal with it?
Follow me.
So?
How should we deal with it?
Do you want an invoice,
or payment in cash, between us?
Look, I...
I didn't use to have a bank account
until recently.
So let's settle this between us.
Perfect, Count.
Is fifty enough...?
Let's make it a hundred.
"The property is protected...
"and the appeal to the regional
administrative court!"
How clever you are, Giulio.
Really clever.
It's the Veronese school.
You know everything.
It is a "capriccio".
A landscape that doesn't exist,
an imaginary landscape.
Here you can see
that they wanted to combine
the landscapes of the mountain
and the lagoon.
Without all those cities on the plain
between them.
He's good, our architecture student.
So, the Count...
has he gone to print the money?
Check this out.
Give it to me.
The architects are coming.
Let's go.
The surveyors.
Let's go!
When?
In about an hour.
In about an hour?
Great, thank you, Stefi.
Bye bye, gorgeous.
See you soon!
Great!
Who is Stefi?
Come on, those who say no
aren't worth it.
Get in, Dori!
Guys, please...
Come on, let's go!
Easy, easy!
What the fuck do you have
in that bag?
Giulia Antonia's graduation gift...
I had bought a book
on the Brion Tomb for her.
"Had bought"?
Meaning you don't want
to give it to her?
She's back in Verona now.
So?
Call her and tell her
you'll bring her the gift
and go and have fun.
No, no.
I'm not like that.
Like what, then?
Like you two, Charlie.
Jesus, you're such a jerk.
What time do we arrive in Mestre?
Depends.
- On what?
- On you.
On me?
She's great, Stefi.
OK, shall we go?
- Where the fuck do you want to go?
- He wants to go back to Mestre
to lock himself up and cry over
the girl from yesterday's graduation.
No Giulio, now there's Stefi.
Who is this Stefi?
Who is Stefi?
Stefi is...
Stefi!
OK, I understand...
No, guys. I don't do stuff like that.
Starting from today you do.
No, I don't.
You're too nervous, man.
Relax, man.
No, really...
Stop it.
OK, if we have to go,
tell me what I have to do.
Do you see that main door?
Go in there and then up the stairs
first floor on the right.
- Alright, let's go!
- Off you go!
May I?
The man over there is smoking
a cigarette.
Asshole.
Forget cigarettes,
you don't even smoke.
Think they smoke?
Why don't you quit?
Because I never started.
Come on, it's not possible
we can't remember this.
I really can't remember!
Let's take it from the top,
from where we started.
Yesterday we were really wasted,
Carlobianchi.
I know Dori,
but we're always wasted,
that's no excuse.
Nothing.
So, how was it?
Shall we go and drink the last one,
guys?
Charlie, Charlie.
I can't believe it.
What?
There's Genio!
Genio?
Hey, guys!
You're here?
When did you get here?
This morning.
We wanted to pick you up
but Charliewhite here...
we got the wrong airport.
So?
All good.
Big changes in town, I see.
You?
Good. Good.
Let's get organised?
Let's do something.
Yes. Sure thing!
We're having one last drink
at the "Centrale", you coming?
I'm heading home now,
I wanted to sort a few things out.
Maybe over the next few days.
You gotta tell us everything, Genio.
Argentina, all these years.
It's a long story...
I'm off, I'm exhausted.
Sure. Of course.
- Soon, then.
- OK.
Bye, Genio.
OK, so:
San Vito d'Altivole...
is here.
- You're ace.
- I'm laced!
Where is villa Bugnello?
More or less here.
Here's...
- where we ate salami, right?
- Roccolo!
Rovigo?
Rovigo doesn't exist.
So where are we?
We're here.
We're here.
Home.
Oh my God, I destroyed Venice.
I'm going to piss my pants.
Hey, Primo.
Primo?
Is that watch story true?
Genio!
Genio...
Must be down below somewhere.
We're already down below.
They went deep with the foundations.
Goddamn it.
What the fuck do I do now?
Here's to us!
Jesus, Charlie!
Even the veranda
is made of anodized steel!
Pure Venetian Informalism!
Well?
Wait, wait, wait...
What state are you in?
Hi, baby.
Away with you!
Hi, Ketj.
You two are a mess.
Look at the state you're in.
And where did you find
this new article?
Hi, Madam.
This is Giulio.
- Good evening.
- He's from Naples.
But he's great.
He also calls me Madam.
He's a Southern gentleman.
OK, Southern gentleman,
come in, I'll prepare a bed for you.
Dori, you're sleeping on the sofa.
Come in.
Where are you going?
To pick up my little girl, her
father's on a motorbike trip today.
We're not seeing each other today?
If you want, we can meet tonight
at the "Centrale",
have a drink before going back home.
I'm not drinking ever again.
Sure.
I feel terrible.
Well done!
I'm dying.
Have a shower, you look disgusting.
Good morning, sunshine.
Hi, Carlo.
Oh, yes!
Giulietto?
Hi dad.
I was wondering, maybe...
I don't know if you're busy today...
I was thinking I could come to...
to Verona and
we could go to Castelvecchio,
there's the restoration
by Carlo Scarpa.
Yes?
Yes. OK.
There's never another time!
Exactly!
I'll text you as soon as I check
the hours for the train...
OK, awesome! Sounds good.
See you soon, then.
OK, bye. Have a nice day.
Well done, man!
Don't you lot ever grow up?
We're too old to grow up!
A fine life!
We'll give you a ride to the plain
to catch the train,
if you catch it here,
you'll never get there.
Can we do something first?
The tomb was created by
Carlo Scarpa for the Brion family.
Ah, those guys!
My grandmother had a Brionvega TV.
The heaviness of the volumes
in reinforced concrete
constantly evokes the gravity
of death.
While the empty spaces
and the bodies of water refer...
to a condition
of almost ethereal lightness.
It feels like being in Japan.
Carlo Scarpa died in Japan.
Ironically,
he fell down the stairs.
The man who somewhat revolutionised
the whole concept of stairs.
He's buried down there,
standing up.
Like a samurai.
Really?
And the ground...
was raised by 85 cm higher
to allow you...
to see the plain
from a different point of view.
It doesn't look like a tomb.
Actually, it's not a tomb.
It's a machine for processing grief.
You've really never been here?
No, never.
How the fuck can you not know
anything about the place you live in?
We know fuck all,
yet we know everything.
Everything okay, Giulio?
I imagined it differently.
Different how?
I had always seen it in a plan, so...
So now I see the space,
the volumes,
the landscape...
I don't know how to put this...
The reality is much more beautiful.
- The gift!
- I have it!
- Verona!
- Verona, come on!
Platform 2!
Verona.
Look, here.
Hurry up!
The ticket, Giulio!
The ticket!
Goddamn it. I have to quit smoking.
- See you soon.
- Hurry up, the train is leaving!
We'll come looking for you.
Julio!
Make sure...
What?
Julio!
Julio!
Go, Julio!
It's been ages
since I had a decent ice cream.
This isn't lemon.
I think he gave me
Fior di Latte flavour.
Can I taste it?
It's not lemon.
Fior di Latte. Or yogurt.
Weird.
I was expecting it to taste bitter,
but in the end, it's sweet.
Go change it.
Come on.
Come on.
Hold on.
What the fuck?
Carlobianchi!
I just remembered that thing
from the other night.
There's an urban legend
in our town...
Let me know when to land.
We have to wait for the signal, OK?
- Are you ready, Doctor?
- Yes, I am.
And don't call me Doctor...
I only have
a junior high school diploma.
- Forgive me, sir.
- Forget about it.
Primo Sossai... born in '47...
worker since '66...
Married to Renata?
Yes, Renata.
He also has a daughter.
Yes, Genny. Genny with a "G".
- Beautiful day, isn't it?
- Yes.
Good thing we didn't run
into traffic.
That's all we needed!
I'll bring bottles of the good stuff!
Sure,
but make sure it's the good stuff!
I have good wine at home,
don't worry about it.
Primo Sossai?
Yes, that's me.
Come with us.
But... I have nothing!
What have I done?
Nothing in the pouch.
Goddamn it, the very day I retire...
That's it.
- He's given the signal.
- OK.
Primo!
Primo Sossai, great to meet you!
Tiziano Fadiga.
Primo Sossai.
- I know you very well.
- What have I done?
What have you done? Everything.
You did everything for us!
A worker here since the day our small
but great company first opened.
What am I saying... our great family!
- Sir, I...
- You don't have to say anything.
I'm the one who can't find the words
for all the hard work and commitment
and all those years
you dedicated to our business.
I want to tell you something...
We can't repay you
and your wife Renata...
- Do you know my wife's name?
- Of course!
I also know your daughter's name...
What's her name?
Genny! Your daughter Genny.
For all these years of sacrifice,
I wanted to be here today
to give you a small present
on your last day at work.
Here it is.
Sir, you shouldn't have.
Come on, open it!
- Right here, in front of everyone?
- Go on, open it!
Sir...
Call me Tiziano,
today we're on first name basis.
It's a Rolex Day Date.
A fantastic watch.
It's a gift which symbolises
all the time you gave to our family.
Look on the back of it.
Careful, it cost me an arm and a leg.
Sir...
- Tiziano, I'll keep it as an heirloom.
- Good!
- Come on, let's do this!
- I'm coming.
This is for you, sir...
- And here you are!
- This is for you and this is for me.
Hurray!
- Cheers!
- Cheers!
Congratulations!
To Primo and his retirement!
Thank you, thank you!
Very good!
- They're waiting for us in Venice.
- Alright, let's go.
Congratulations, Primo!
Goodbye, Tiziano!
Do you know what the secret is?
What?
Dori?
Hey, Dori!
Shall we have one last drink?
Let's go.
Wait, tell me again,
I lost the thread.
It was...
Goddamn it, I can't remember it!
Amen.
It's gone!
What do you mean gone? No!
It was something important.
Goddamnit!! We discovered
something amazing about life.
What the fuck is wrong
with this beer?
You're right, it's weird.
Excuse me!
Miss, excuse me...
This beer...
tastes weird.
It's non-alcoholic.
What?
We're not allowed to sell alcohol
on the highway at this time of night.
What time is Genio arriving?
Around 11am.
In Venice?
Yes, in Treviso.
I mean Venice-Treviso.
Venice or Treviso?
The name of the airport is Venice.
And it's in Treviso?
To screw tourists.
And how does he get here
from Veni... from Treviso?
We'll go and pick him up.
But we have to sleep now.
If not, we'll never wake up tomorrow.
Well, no.
How about one last drink?
- Let's say this was the last one.
- But it's non-alcoholic beer.
- You're right.
- The very last one!
You're right.
Carlobianchi.
Let's have our last drink in Venice.
This could be the US.
What?
This could be the US!
Ah!
I need a cigarette.
Do you have any?
- I quit!
- Ah, that's true.
I keep forgetting!
Why don't you buy fucking cigarettes,
goddamn it?
If I buy them, I'll smoke them.
Exactly!
I'll go and bum one.
Great idea.
I thought it was only us Germans...
who had been Americanized.
I expected more resistance...
from you Italians.
- You're German?
- Yes.
You speak Italian well.
Thank you.
I studied for many years...
Are you on vacation?
Yes.
Well, no.
I came to Italy to see the country
before you Italians...
destroy it.
I think you're too late.
I've been looking for
the construction site of the
Lisbon-Treviso-Budapest for days.
The highway.
But I can't find it...
Do you know...
where I might find it?
No.
No, I don't know.
I've never heard of it.
A ghost highway!
Such folklore...
When we arrived,
they took off my blindfold
- and I discovered I was in Venice.
- May I?
Sure.
We went on a treasure hunt there...
Then we made another stop
and went to the beauty salon in Silea
to have a manicure...
You had a manicure?
Here's Carlobianchi.
- Hi girls!
- What a nice name!
You have really beautiful hands.
Susi was telling me
about her bachelorette party.
So you're getting married?
Do you want to make a contribution
to the wedding?
What contribution, damn it!
You should be paying us.
Carlobianchi,
did you have the shrimp cocktail?
No.
I haven't eaten that
since we used to go to Jesolo.
And how was it?
I thought it would be better.
This time, it had a sugary taste,
kind of disgusting.
Must have been the cocktail sauce.
Who the fuck invented
the shrimp cocktail?
Some nut in the '90s.
Yeah, the '90s were great.
You're telling me.
If I let you back into the car,
promise you won't barf on the seats.
I feel great.
Let's go.
Jeez, no.
There they are.
How much did you have to drink
when you lost your driver's license?
I can't remember.
Five, six pints, tops.
Go, go, go, go...!
- Go, go, go, go...!
- Hey, old timer! Are you crazy?
If they take away my license
too, how will we get around then?
By bike, like schmucks?
Look, they're going fast.
Go, go, go!
Go!
Go!
Let's switch to stealth mode.
There you go!
No!
Again!
They've gone past.
That's crazy.
Do you remember the first time
Genio switched to stealth mode?
No.
It was that evening,
after dinner in Bassano,
with his crazy friends.
That was some hangover!
What the hell even was that place?
People were insane.
With the guy who said he'd seen UFOs
above the supermarket sign.
I've been thinking of something
lately.
I look at houses,
with doors, windows,
and lights inside, and...
I think that I will never go inside
that house.
I didn't use to think that before.
You didn't?
Before, I used to think:
one day I'll go inside that house,
that kitchen,
that living room,
that bedroom.
Paola bought a house like that.
The last time I saw her she told me:
"I moved into the Twilight Zone".
She must have bought an apartment
beyond the bridge.
150 square metres.
She doesn't come into town anymore.
She looks so skinny now.
Listen...
What happened to the dog
the two of you had?
She said to me:
"My dog goes to pet therapy
"and it's all your fault".
He got sad after we broke up.
Man, it should be people who go
to pet therapy with animals,
not the other way around.
Then I just don't get it.
Doesn't look good, Dori.
We can't not have the last one.
And...?
We'll have to wait for the bars
to open tomorrow morning.
Right.
Doctor,
doctor, doctor asshole...
Charliewhite.
As usual,
Divine Providence comes to our help.
Doctor, doctor, doctor asshole,
go fuck yourself, go fuck yourself.
Drink it, drink it, drink it,
drink it, drink it, drink it,
down the hatch!
Jesus, guys,
what the fuck did you put in this?
It's a kalimotxo! Giulia Antonia
did her Erasmus in Spain.
Hola! Que tal?
- Since when do you speak Spanish?
- It's just like our dialect.
Guys, do you know a place
which is still open for a drink?
Guys, go at the "Biliardi", it's gin
and tonic night for two euros!
I'm already in love with you.
OK, let's go!
Guys, I'm off.
Where are you off to, Giulio?
Home?
We have our design review tomorrow.
Giulia Antonia,
congratulations again, and...
When do you have to get up?
At seven.
I'll teach you a trick.
Before you go to sleep,
stick two teaspoons in the freezer,
in the morning, put them
under your eyelids
and you'll be as fresh
as if you'd have slept eight hours.
There are some...
lymph nodes, I don't know,
they'll bring you back to life.
And you'll feel amazing the next day.
Even if you slept
for three or four hours.
I swear.
I believe you, but...
But I'm going home.
Do you want your present now?
Or...
- What do you say?
- No.
Maybe...
tomorrow!
If you want,
tomorrow we could visit Brion Tomb.
We've been talking about it
for five years.
Let's do it.
No, tomorrow I'm going back
to my parents in Verona.
Come on, come with us!
Giulia!
Come on!
No, really. Another time.
There's never another time.
Julio.
Let's go.
There's never another time.
- Come dance!
- I don't dance!
What?
I don't dance!
Go fuck yourself!
Shall we do a line?
Here.
You want some?
Dori!
I love you.
You're crazy.
I've loved you
since the first time I saw you.
You're drunk.
You're a goddess.
Julio!
Julio!
What do you want?
We want to invite you
to have one last drink with us.
No, I'm going home.
Look, if you go home now,
you'll just feel bad.
What time is Genio arriving?
Again?
Jesus, you never remember!
The plane lands at 11 am.
I told you two hundred times!
Cheers!
Are you waiting for a friend?
A friend.
Let's say he's a friend.
Don't know how to describe him...
Dori, how would you describe Genio?
Describe Genio, go ahead.
Be concise.
Genio...
Genio is...
Genio is Genio, what else?
Genio is Genio.
His name is Genio?
His name is Eugenio Bortot,
born in 1960,
from Roe Basse, aka Genio.
He belonged to one of the last
farming families of Cornia.
His father...
died crushed by a tractor.
Poor guy.
Genio is the winner
of the most medals
of the Caliera Trophy of all time.
What is the Caliera Trophy?
- Caliera!
- The Caliera!
The Caliera trophy.
Caliera is the pot you use
to cook polenta.
It was a Piaggio Ape race
in the mountains,
organised by the town butcher
to commemorate the day he presented a
declaration of independence in Rome.
We went to Oktoberfest with Genio.
It was the first time we left Italy.
Genio took us to Villach
for the first time...
Where is Villach?
You don't know shit!
Just beyond the border,
in Austria, Villach.
The city of brothels,
the realm of brothels!
Over there, they're legal.
You can even pay with a card.
I swear!
I swear!
And they give you a receipt!
We went to get "baptised",
as Genio used to say.
We used to go to Slovenia with Genio,
to buy cigarettes and gas
because it was cheaper.
And on our way back
to the Veneto region,
we used to stop
at this amazing place,
Mery's tavern,
and we would stuff ourselves
with snails and polenta.
Really delicious.
Long live Mery!
Thanks, Mery.
How long has it been
since we last went to Mery's?
We'll go tomorrow
with Genio and Luca too.
- Giulio.
- Giulio...
- Or not?
- I have my design review tomorrow.
Yes, right.
Wait, what was I saying?
- You were talking about Mery!
- Ah, Mery.
To Mery.
Genio was everything to us...
What do you mean "was"?
"Was"?
He went to Argentina
before the 2008 crisis.
To do what?
Good question.
Never add new wine to old...
Drink up!
Fuck, no...
It's late, I have to go home.
Dori!
Did that thing from last night
at the rest stop come back to you?
No.
What thing?
A thing we said to each other,
that Carlobianchi believes
holds the secret of the world.
Stupid fools.
You've discovered the secret of the
world and you can't remember it?
But... was it the secret...
of the whole world or your world?
What's the difference?
Fair enough.
Look, Dori!
Come on!
White or red, Dori?
White.
And a sandwich.
Cooked ham and horseradish or bacon.
Great!
And for you?
- Nothing, I'm going home.
- Come on, Giulio.
- Let's have one last drink!
- This would be my first.
No.
It's the last one.
It's still yesterday for us.
For me, it's today.
I have to go to the train station
to catch my train, I have to go home,
get my computer and
come back here for my design review.
Where do you live?
In Mestre.
Goddamn it, where the fuck is it?
Dori?
Weren't you there when we got a fine,
on the way there and back?
- Yes. Careful with speed cameras.
- Where are they?
- There are three of them.
- There are three of them.
I look every time
but I can never find them.
Twice we got a fine,
on the way there and back,
and also in the restricted
traffic area in Mestre.
- Be careful.
- Hey, be careful...
Don't tell me it was Venice airport
and not Venice-Treviso...
You're the one who said it was!
There are no international flights!
Stop it!
So, shall we get something to eat?
Guys, I have to go home.
But it was amazing.
No way.
Maybe I can still make it,
get my computer and go to university.
You don't even know where we are.
Come on, we'll take you. Get in!
Giulio...
You have to taste Mery's snails.
They're amazing.
Nobody makes them like her.
Nobody in the world.
- I don't like snails.
- Have you ever tried them?
Mery makes them
with garlic and butter,
but the garlic never covers
the taste of snails.
They're delicious.
When I say no, it means no.
OK?
Julio. Listen.
What the fuck are you going
to do at home?
Your design review is fucked
in any case.
By the way you look, I'm betting
you have nothing in your fridge.
Come and have a nice meal with us
and then we'll take you home.
Zerobranco, Rio San Martino,
Trebaseleghe,
Villanova, Ronchi, Piombino Dese.
Fossalta, Rustega...
What the fuck is that old man
looking at?
Moniego, Scorz...
If you give me the name of this
place, I can look it up on my phone.
Levada, Torreselle, Santa Brigida...
- No?
- Resana...
Carlobianchi is against Google Maps.
Is the Brion Tomb here?
Let's go there!
Why the fuck do you want to go
to the cemetery now?
Come on,
let's look for Mery's tavern.
Massanzago...
Camposampiero...
Where the fuck is he going?
Only Genio knows how to get there.
Guys, I hate to break up
this dramatic moment,
but it says here that...
Mery's tavern is 5 kilometers
from here.
Why did Genio go to Argentina?
He got screwed
by a story about glasses.
We used to steal thirty,
forty pairs a week,
taken from the processing
waste of the production line...
that Genio took home,
counted and sorted,
to earn a harmless amount,
three or four thousand lire
a month for each of us.
It was just enough
to pay for extra expenses.
We gave some to our parents,
and for the rest...
we drank it up.
Every last drop!
Bye, Genio.
Hey, take care!
See you later, guys.
- Bye, guys!
- Bye!
Bye!
Come on, come and eat!
In a hundred years this will be
a collectible piece of furniture
because it was made by Angelo Rampon.
They told me that
Rampon furniture is solid as bricks!
I want to see if it's true!
We got carried away.
It went on for years.
They calculated
we had created a business
worth hundreds of thousands of euros.
Genio's mother
used to offer the buyers
coffee laced with grappa.
Thanks, mom.
She was also convicted
for criminal conspiracy.
How much for these?
Fifty.
These look good, don't they?
Yes.
Are they originals?
Sure.
Hello?
Mrs Bortot?
When they came looking for Genio
at his house,
they couldn't find him anywhere.
He was gone.
He'd run away.
To Argentina.
The thing is that...
he got rid of any information
that could lead to us.
Genio was convicted for multiple
thefts with aggravating circumstances
and criminal conspiracy.
That's no small crime.
And what happened to all that money?
In town, they say Genio took
his share and hid it years ago.
They call it the "little treasure".
But it's an urban legend.
Our share, on the other hand...
we blew the whole lot.
Over the years.
So what did you do afterwards?
Nothing.
2008 arrived.
The big crisis.
A lot of people got fired
at the factory.
I separated from my wife and had
to go back to live with my parents,
but I put in an independent entrance.
And things started going badly.
In a hundred years it will be
a collectible piece of furniture!
Now the crime has gone by
and Genio can come back
without too many problems.
And what is he coming back
for after all these years?
What do you mean?
What kind of question is that?
Everything.
Giulio? You have it.
No, thanks. You have it.
- No, no. I'm OK.
- Here it is!
Mine.
Giulio, have you heard of
the theory of marginal utility?
No. What is it?
The marginal utility
is the amount of satisfaction
that each single dose
of a consumed asset provides.
It's an economic theory.
Carlobianchi studied accounting.
Let's take this plate of cold cuts.
When we arrived, we were starving.
For the first salami slice,
we would have been willing
to pay 10 euros.
We really enjoyed
the first salami slice,
so increasing the marginal utility.
The increase in utility that
the second slice of salami generated,
even though significant,
was definitely less
than the first one. And so on.
It's also plausible to imagine
that there will be a point in time
when our consumer will be full.
That's exactly what happened to you,
Giulio.
Once the "point of satiety"
is reached,
other potential increases
in the use of the asset,
that is eating other salami slices,
will probably produce a disutility,
which means they decrease
the level of individual satisfaction.
At the point of satiety
the marginal utility is zero.
So it makes no difference to you
whether you eat the salami slice
or not.
Take it, man.
Do you understand?
Do you want anything else?
- Three coffees.
- Black?
I don't drink coffee.
It hurts my stomach.
- Laced, please.
- With plum grappa?
- Yes.
- Good.
There's only one thing
that marginal utility doesn't take
into account.
What's that?
The last drink.
The desire for the last one
never goes away.
Because it's something
that goes beyond thirst.
Guys, how about we say...
we go home?
I couldn't hold it anymore.
What a place.
Yoo-hoo hu! Is that you?
Yoo-hoo! Yes, it's us.
Isidoro, hurry up and open the gate,
the architects have arrived.
Who is that?
Divine Providence.
Welcome to Villa Bugnello.
Nice to meet you,
I'm Count Luigi Jacopo Maria
Bugnello.
Good to meet you.
It's a beautiful villa, Count.
- Really beautiful.
- Just a moment.
You have a Southern accent.
I didn't speak to you on the phone.
You spoke to me, Count.
Ah, that's it!
Let me show you.
Please, follow me.
The highway will go through here,
actually destroying
the 16th century garden.
The highway?
The Lisbon-Treviso-Budapest highway.
Listen.
The Barbarians are coming
on horseback!
Tell me you'll find a way
to put an end to this havoc?
Count,
may I look at the cadastral maps?
Of course!
Count, excuse me?
Before getting to work,
could we, please,
cadge something to drink?
We've had a long journey.
Of course! I'll have some fruit
juices brought to you immediately...
- Isidoro!
- Excuse me, Count.
We don't drink fruit juices...
Don't you have something stronger,
like a gin and tonic?
Much better,
I'll make you a perfect Daiquiri!
"An essential infrastructure
for the development
of the territory"!
That's what they told me.
I was horrified
when hearing those words.
You couldn't even imagine.
Why don't people use
the word "land" anymore?
Territory...
It makes me sick.
We have to appeal
to the regional administrative court
to block the construction site.
It'll be difficult
but we'll get there.
I'm guessing your property is listed
as cultural heritage.
Finally somebody
with a little optimism!
And people talk about
southern fatalism!
Awesome, thank you.
Thank you, Count.
Count,
your good health!
You know,
the director of Correr Museum
in Venice
once taught me a curious variation.
In addition to lime,
he added two drops of Pernod.
No way!
Frankly, it seemed like heresy to me.
Apparently, it was a thing back then.
They'll destroy everything.
Nothing will remain of this region.
Only a huge infrastructure,
a means to go from one place
to another,
but nowhere to go.
Very beautiful hands, Count.
Well, we must return to our studio.
It's a long way from here!
About that...
regarding travel expenses,
how should we deal with it?
Follow me.
So?
How should we deal with it?
Do you want an invoice,
or payment in cash, between us?
Look, I...
I didn't use to have a bank account
until recently.
So let's settle this between us.
Perfect, Count.
Is fifty enough...?
Let's make it a hundred.
"The property is protected...
"and the appeal to the regional
administrative court!"
How clever you are, Giulio.
Really clever.
It's the Veronese school.
You know everything.
It is a "capriccio".
A landscape that doesn't exist,
an imaginary landscape.
Here you can see
that they wanted to combine
the landscapes of the mountain
and the lagoon.
Without all those cities on the plain
between them.
He's good, our architecture student.
So, the Count...
has he gone to print the money?
Check this out.
Give it to me.
The architects are coming.
Let's go.
The surveyors.
Let's go!
When?
In about an hour.
In about an hour?
Great, thank you, Stefi.
Bye bye, gorgeous.
See you soon!
Great!
Who is Stefi?
Come on, those who say no
aren't worth it.
Get in, Dori!
Guys, please...
Come on, let's go!
Easy, easy!
What the fuck do you have
in that bag?
Giulia Antonia's graduation gift...
I had bought a book
on the Brion Tomb for her.
"Had bought"?
Meaning you don't want
to give it to her?
She's back in Verona now.
So?
Call her and tell her
you'll bring her the gift
and go and have fun.
No, no.
I'm not like that.
Like what, then?
Like you two, Charlie.
Jesus, you're such a jerk.
What time do we arrive in Mestre?
Depends.
- On what?
- On you.
On me?
She's great, Stefi.
OK, shall we go?
- Where the fuck do you want to go?
- He wants to go back to Mestre
to lock himself up and cry over
the girl from yesterday's graduation.
No Giulio, now there's Stefi.
Who is this Stefi?
Who is Stefi?
Stefi is...
Stefi!
OK, I understand...
No, guys. I don't do stuff like that.
Starting from today you do.
No, I don't.
You're too nervous, man.
Relax, man.
No, really...
Stop it.
OK, if we have to go,
tell me what I have to do.
Do you see that main door?
Go in there and then up the stairs
first floor on the right.
- Alright, let's go!
- Off you go!
May I?
The man over there is smoking
a cigarette.
Asshole.
Forget cigarettes,
you don't even smoke.
Think they smoke?
Why don't you quit?
Because I never started.
Come on, it's not possible
we can't remember this.
I really can't remember!
Let's take it from the top,
from where we started.
Yesterday we were really wasted,
Carlobianchi.
I know Dori,
but we're always wasted,
that's no excuse.
Nothing.
So, how was it?
Shall we go and drink the last one,
guys?
Charlie, Charlie.
I can't believe it.
What?
There's Genio!
Genio?
Hey, guys!
You're here?
When did you get here?
This morning.
We wanted to pick you up
but Charliewhite here...
we got the wrong airport.
So?
All good.
Big changes in town, I see.
You?
Good. Good.
Let's get organised?
Let's do something.
Yes. Sure thing!
We're having one last drink
at the "Centrale", you coming?
I'm heading home now,
I wanted to sort a few things out.
Maybe over the next few days.
You gotta tell us everything, Genio.
Argentina, all these years.
It's a long story...
I'm off, I'm exhausted.
Sure. Of course.
- Soon, then.
- OK.
Bye, Genio.
OK, so:
San Vito d'Altivole...
is here.
- You're ace.
- I'm laced!
Where is villa Bugnello?
More or less here.
Here's...
- where we ate salami, right?
- Roccolo!
Rovigo?
Rovigo doesn't exist.
So where are we?
We're here.
We're here.
Home.
Oh my God, I destroyed Venice.
I'm going to piss my pants.
Hey, Primo.
Primo?
Is that watch story true?
Genio!
Genio...
Must be down below somewhere.
We're already down below.
They went deep with the foundations.
Goddamn it.
What the fuck do I do now?
Here's to us!
Jesus, Charlie!
Even the veranda
is made of anodized steel!
Pure Venetian Informalism!
Well?
Wait, wait, wait...
What state are you in?
Hi, baby.
Away with you!
Hi, Ketj.
You two are a mess.
Look at the state you're in.
And where did you find
this new article?
Hi, Madam.
This is Giulio.
- Good evening.
- He's from Naples.
But he's great.
He also calls me Madam.
He's a Southern gentleman.
OK, Southern gentleman,
come in, I'll prepare a bed for you.
Dori, you're sleeping on the sofa.
Come in.
Where are you going?
To pick up my little girl, her
father's on a motorbike trip today.
We're not seeing each other today?
If you want, we can meet tonight
at the "Centrale",
have a drink before going back home.
I'm not drinking ever again.
Sure.
I feel terrible.
Well done!
I'm dying.
Have a shower, you look disgusting.
Good morning, sunshine.
Hi, Carlo.
Oh, yes!
Giulietto?
Hi dad.
I was wondering, maybe...
I don't know if you're busy today...
I was thinking I could come to...
to Verona and
we could go to Castelvecchio,
there's the restoration
by Carlo Scarpa.
Yes?
Yes. OK.
There's never another time!
Exactly!
I'll text you as soon as I check
the hours for the train...
OK, awesome! Sounds good.
See you soon, then.
OK, bye. Have a nice day.
Well done, man!
Don't you lot ever grow up?
We're too old to grow up!
A fine life!
We'll give you a ride to the plain
to catch the train,
if you catch it here,
you'll never get there.
Can we do something first?
The tomb was created by
Carlo Scarpa for the Brion family.
Ah, those guys!
My grandmother had a Brionvega TV.
The heaviness of the volumes
in reinforced concrete
constantly evokes the gravity
of death.
While the empty spaces
and the bodies of water refer...
to a condition
of almost ethereal lightness.
It feels like being in Japan.
Carlo Scarpa died in Japan.
Ironically,
he fell down the stairs.
The man who somewhat revolutionised
the whole concept of stairs.
He's buried down there,
standing up.
Like a samurai.
Really?
And the ground...
was raised by 85 cm higher
to allow you...
to see the plain
from a different point of view.
It doesn't look like a tomb.
Actually, it's not a tomb.
It's a machine for processing grief.
You've really never been here?
No, never.
How the fuck can you not know
anything about the place you live in?
We know fuck all,
yet we know everything.
Everything okay, Giulio?
I imagined it differently.
Different how?
I had always seen it in a plan, so...
So now I see the space,
the volumes,
the landscape...
I don't know how to put this...
The reality is much more beautiful.
- The gift!
- I have it!
- Verona!
- Verona, come on!
Platform 2!
Verona.
Look, here.
Hurry up!
The ticket, Giulio!
The ticket!
Goddamn it. I have to quit smoking.
- See you soon.
- Hurry up, the train is leaving!
We'll come looking for you.
Julio!
Make sure...
What?
Julio!
Julio!
Go, Julio!
It's been ages
since I had a decent ice cream.
This isn't lemon.
I think he gave me
Fior di Latte flavour.
Can I taste it?
It's not lemon.
Fior di Latte. Or yogurt.
Weird.
I was expecting it to taste bitter,
but in the end, it's sweet.
Go change it.
Come on.
Come on.
Hold on.
What the fuck?
Carlobianchi!
I just remembered that thing
from the other night.