01x04 - First to denounce is twice a traitor

[bunniefuu]

[theme music in Italian plays]

THIS WORLD CAN'T TEAR ME DOWN

[upbeat music plays]

[Zero] I don't remember exactly when
we went our separate ways,

but at the start of the 2000s,

it had been a while since Cesare and I
had spoken to each other.

It's difficult to say why,

but I think it was partly to do
with my difficulty in complying

with the Alfredone Doctrine,

which sadly regulates the lives of a lot
of people from working-class areas.

If you're good at fighting,
you can go out looking like Lady Gaga

and no one will give you any sh*t.

But if you're not, the more you
fade into the background, the better.

I'll explain the event
that gave it its name.

In the mid-90s, Rome was like Alabama

in terms of the open-mindedness
of its people.

Alfredone used to go out in Tiburtina
holding hands with his boyfriend.

One time, a guy on a moped passed by
and said...

You f*ggots!

[Zero] Alfredone was fast,

and he had hands
the size of pizza paddles.

- Bigger even than Gianni Morandi's.
- Hey!

[Zero] Each knuckle was
the size of one of my knees.

It was a bloodbath, a 70-day prognosis,

and the moped ended up in such a mess,

it was unrecognisable
as ever having been a moped.

From that day forward,
no one ever gave Alfredone any sh*t.

In fact, everyone
tried to make conversation.

I've seen Philadelphia.

Mmm, mmm, beautiful film.

[Zero] Of course,
this inclusive atmosphere

didn't benefit the whole LGBT community,

just those representatives
who were capable

of putting you in hospital
for a few weeks.

For all the others, however,

the great decree of the empire
of the suburbs continued to apply,

and it applied to everything,
not just sexuality.

"Anything deemed eccentric,

outside known and reassuring
beauty or behavioural canons,

generally speaking,
we really f*cking hate."

[shocking music plays]

Hey, shithead! You're in Borgo Sabotino.
It's not Milan Fashion Week.

So do whatever the f*ck you want,
but keep a low profile under the radar.

Now you do realise
that abomination on your head

doesn't conform with any of that?

You're not exactly a razor-sharp
k*lling machine, are you?

[Zero] In the two years
I had that red mohawk,

I think I was beaten up more times
than in the rest of my life put together.

By that point,
the hospital was like a second home.

I had a fixed slot every week.

Yeah, a life full of combat.

Like on one Friday, when you turned up
with that w*r wound.

My goodness, sir!
What on earth happened to you, huh?

I cut my tongue while I was licking
the lid off of a pot of yogurt.

[Zero] Anyway, I didn't give a sh*t.

The point is that I'd discovered punk
at that time, and that was my salvation.

[punk music plays]

It was something that gave me refuge

from a whole world
I didn't know how to fit into.

It was a tribe of eccentrics

who made me feel like I could take on
the whole world when I was with them.

[punk music plays]

[lyrics in Italian]

[Zero] I think all this might have been
a bit much for Cesare.

He didn't understand what we were doing

or why we dressed
like we were actually looking for trouble.

It's not like he ever gave me
any sh*t for it,

but I'm convinced that's also partly why
we ended up on different paths.

When I went out
to concerts in the evening,

I always saw him outside the bar
with those shitty people,

the same ones I fought with.

Sometimes,
we didn't even acknowledge one another,

because I felt like I embarrassed him.

Who the actual f*ck
is sending you out like that?

Then he'd have to explain to his mates

how he knew that arsehole
with the shitty hair.

[phone ringing]

[gentle music plays]

[Zero] That's why I was really surprised
when I got that call one day.

It had been ages
since we'd spoken to each other.

Hello, Zero? It's Cesare.

[Zero] I was happy,
because I missed him

and it was a bummer that he didn't
give a sh*t about me any more.

Hey, Ces! How are you?
It's been ages since we spoke.

[Cesare] Listen.
I'm calling to ask you a favour.

Can you lend me a few hundred, uh...

Well, it's my mum.
She's got a problem, yeah?

They've not put the money in her account,
and she needs to pay the car insurance.

She needs it to drive to work,
and I haven't got a job right now.

Have you got 100,000 lire?
I'll pay you back at the end of the month.

Ah, but, Ces, it's just that right now,
I don't really have it.

Ah, but I promise
I'll give it you back to you

as soon as my mum gets her pension.
I swear!

Yeah, I know you would.

It's just that I don't have it.

I have... I don't know, 80,000 lire.
That's all.

Can't you ask your mum for it?

I said I'll give it back to you
at the end of the month, didn't I?

Wait. Hold on a minute.
Let me think about it. We'll speak soon.

[Zero] Guys, this is really hard for me,
but it's not about the money.

I might be a bit tight, but I'd lent money
to my friends millions of times.

And when I needed it,
they'd lent it to me.

Friends help each other. It's normal.

But what do you do
when you feel like someone's feeding you

a load of bullshit and you're the one
who looks like the arsehole?

[Armadillo] Hey!

Imagine you're in The Truman Show
and everyone's watching you.

I know, and it's that
that's making me paranoid.

[Armadillo] Now imagine
there's a woman from Pomezia

who's just finished
watching Deal or No Deal on TV.

She changes channel

and sees this scene
of Cesare telling a friend...

This fool's as gullible as a fish.
Watch me take him for a ride.

He's such an easy target.

[Armadillo] She sees him calling you
on the phone and you giving him the cash,

And what does she do?

She calls her husband and says...

Honey, just look at this arsehole.

Even if you've not given a f*ck
about this guy in a year,

you feed him a load of sh*t
and he'll give you a pile of cash.

You should call him.
Then we can get the kitchen done.

[Zero] I'm telling you
it's not about the money.

It's the idea that word will get out
that I'm a laughingstock.

ATM - INSERT BULLSHIT

[Zero] I felt like the answer
to the question, "Why did he choose me?"

was actually...

Because my friend,
you're the village idiot.

[echoing] Idiot...

[Zero] You see? It was a question
of pride that was filling my mind.

I don't think I've ever really thought
about how he felt asking me

for those 100,000 lire,

whether he was embarrassed

or whether I was just
one of the 400 numbers on the list

of people he was asking for money.

Or whether he was actually
going through hell

and it wasn't a question
of being embarrassed or crafty.

I don't know if he needed it for drugs
or if he owed it to someone

because he'd got into debt
with the wrong people. I don't know.

I just remember that I had
this sense of humiliation

that was burning my skin

because I felt like he was telling me
a pack of lies.

What should I do, Sarah?

If I give it to him, do you think
it's like I'm walking around

with a sign that says,
"I'm a gullible idiot"?

Zero, if you decide to give him it,

it's because he's your friend
and he's asking you for it.

Why should helping someone
make you look like an idiot?

You don't need to get rid
of all your worldly goods,

but between Saint Francis of Assisi
and Ebenezer Scrooge,

there's a middle ground, for God's sake.

[majestic music plays]

MIDDLEMAN - GENEROUS BUT NOT GULLIBLE

I just don't know if he's being genuine
or if he's using me, you know?

Listen, obviously, you show
who you are when you help someone.

And it's risky. It's a gamble.

But even if you lose,
you're on the good side,

the side of those who played well.

Put it this way.
If he does just want to steal from you,

then he's the bad guy.
You did the right thing.

So you're saying it's right

even if I don't know
what he's gonna do with the money?

Listen. I know that there are three things
that make you a good person to others:

helping people who ask
without asking too many questions,

always going at the speed
of the slowest person,

and not leaving anybody out.

If you follow all three rules,

you might get ripped off,
but at least when you die,

you won't end up in the same circle
of hell as Margaret Thatcher.

I WANT TO BELIEVE IT

There's 75,000. It's all I've got.

Oh, thanks, mate.

I'll give it back to you when she
collects her pension this month.

Maybe next month, at the latest.

[Zero] I think that was the last time
that I spoke to him.

[police siren blares]

[punk music in Italian plays]

THE STREET

[cheering]

[man] Would you stop that, please?

Let me warn you,
the situation has got more complicated

because a kid got hurt today.

One on the other side.

Do you know the significance of that?

That somebody got hurt.

That it was one of you.

I was just passing by.
I didn't really see anything.

Yeah, with five paper bombs
on your person.

- Less than seven's personal use.
- [door opens]

[door closes]

- [sighs]
- I like this one.

He's very tautological.

[phone rings]

Come in. She's in the kitchen.

I'm going to work. Will you message me
once you've finished arguing?

Yeah, well,
I'm not here to fight with her,

but I am really shocked
by that video that I saw.

I know. I even tried
talking to her these past few days,

but I think she's really stressed out.
I'm glad I have to go out, actually.

If I don't hear from you in the next hour,
I'll start calling round the hospitals.

See you then. Bye. Bye-bye. Bye. Bye.

Hey!

Hey!

Listen. Without going round in circles
for three hours,

and I don't wanna piss you off,

but you do realise
what you're doing, right?

Well, since I know that you're not stupid,
you have to realise

that if you start agreeing
with those shits on TV,

it's like you're giving them license
to keep on doing that stuff, no?

Not to mention putting us
in a shitty situation.

Hey, aren't you going to say anything?

You've been my f*cking moral beacon
my whole life, and now...

Just to be clear,
what does "moral beacon" mean to you?

How on earth should I know, eh?

You've taught me what's right and wrong
for years now.

You're like some kind of pillar.

Oh, bravo. Have you not realised that I'm
stuck right here just like a pillar

and haven't moved for ten years
and not even taken half a step forward?

[sombre music plays]

That means what?

It means that I've spent five years
busting my guts,

first at university, then with my PhD,
with everyone saying to me...

"Well done. You can do anything.
You're so intelligent!"

[Sarah] And there was only one thing
I wanted to do, teach children.

But instead, I've spent ten years

hidden away in a warehouse
in the Formello Industrial area,

taking coffee
to people who make toilet brushes.

Ten years with no prospects at all.

All right, I feel like I'm stuck in a rut
too, but that doesn't necessarily mean...

[Sarah] Oh, you too, huh?

You really think you're the same
as you were ten years ago?

You make comics and cartoons. Ten years
ago, you were working at the airport,

and at the end of the day, we had to use
the dentist's saliva sucker on you.

Otherwise, you drooled all over the sofa
like a boiled courgette.

- How can you come out with that bullshit?
- If you look at it another way...

f*ck any other way of looking at it
and hear what I'm telling you!

You might not remember,
but ten years ago,

I was the enthusiastic one
with every door open.

And that's why I took care of you.

I didn't like it that you were struggling.

So I went with you to take your drawings
to show editors at fairs.

I made you strawberry tiramisu
because you were so sad

and you had
the taste buds of a six-year-old.

Yeah, because coffee keeps me awake,
not because of the taste.

And then you found your way.
And all of you found your way.

You moved forward. You did things.

But I didn't. I just stayed here.

First I was the girl
who could do anything,

and then I became
the girl who was doing nothing.

Now I'm the poor girl
who, at the end of the day,

has never done anything.

There's no point pulling that face, Zero.
You don't remember what it's like

when you think
you're doing everything well,

but you close your eyes for a second,

and when you open them, you realise
you've thrown your life down the toilet.

Always stuck on the same square

without even rolling the dice.

[exhales]

My God, Sarah,
we're still young, you know.

- There are still things...
- We're not still young, Zero.

You're not young,
even though you dress like an arsehole.

I'm not young,
and there's also the fact that I'm female.

If I send someone my CV
and they see that I'm nearly 40,

do you know what they think?

Who is this? The carcass of an elephant?

- Is she already covered in worms?
- What are we going to do with her then?

We'll have to go get rid of her
at the recycling centre. Hmm.

THANKS, WE'LL CONSIDER YOU
FOR YOUR IVORY TUSKS.

[phone buzzes]

[Sarah] And now that it's finally my turn
to get out of that square,

they're closing the school,
and I'm going back to the start.

START

Does that sound fair to you?

Sarah, I'm sorry, but you do realise

that you're helping those pieces of sh*t
by doing this?

[Sarah] I'm not helping anyone!

You think I agree with the people
who want to throw them all in the sea?

Or those with swastikas
on their foreheads?

What I'm trying
to get through to you, Zero,

is that if the school has to close

because parents don't want their kids
being so close to the refugee shelter

and feel uncomfortable
about leaving them there,

then you have to acknowledge it,
whether you like it or not.

What do you mean, acknowledge it?
That you have to agree with it?

[water draining]

It means that maybe the shelter
needs to be moved somewhere else.

[clock ticking]

Sarah, don't you realise that's exactly
what's been happening for the past month

with those 30 poor people
being driven from one area to another?

If someone, at some point,
doesn't set the principle...

But does this principle thing
only apply to me?

You've all done your own sh*t
and sorted your lives out.

You've already found
your place in the world.

But when it comes to me,
I have to lose everything and say nothing

because principles are more important?

Excuse me, but in my work,

I've always tried to do everything right
and respect the principles I set myself.

And the principle
of not leaving anyone behind?

All the bullshit about going
at the pace of the slowest one?

Do you know what my pace is?

- Do you want to know what it is?
- Uh, what is it?

I don't have one, all right?
Because I'm tied to a pole.

I'm stuck there, just watching you
get smaller and further away.

And you don't even turn around to look.

I'm really sorry if you think that, Sarah.

You don't even turn around to look!

[echoes] To look...

["Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby"
by Cigarettes After Sex plays]

[car starts]

♪ It was a perverted thing to say ♪

♪ But I said it anyway ♪

[Zero] That's the second time
I've been left speechless,

like with Cesare the other day.

♪ Made you smile and look away ♪

[Zero] I feel as though
I have the instructions

for what is right and wrong in my hands.

They're as clear as day,
like an IKEA flatpack.

♪ Nothing's gonna hurt you... ♪

Only the pieces in the box
aren't the ones on the sheet.

They're a tangled mess of sorrow,

solitude, frustration,
abandonment, and guilt

so laden with monsters
that the manual is completely useless.

Did you speak to Sarah?

[sighs] Yeah, don't wanna talk about it.

Let's go to that thing at the town hall
so we can get the f*ck out of here.

Oh, so I brought the bombs.

Again?
You'll have to leave them in the car.

No bombs. It's a peaceful thing.

[Secco] But we're going to the town hall,
and it's boring.

What are we gonna do
without bombs there?

My God, it was like taking to Mowgli
from The Jungle Book.

And I explained to him yet again,
for the fourth time,

how the wonderful mechanism
of democracy operated.

So then, today the council
has to vote on an agenda

proposed by the Nazis.

Hey, did you bring the banner with you?

And the following council meeting
next Wednesday

will take place outside the shelter,
for the local residents.

And at that meeting, they want a vote
to close the centre itself.

You follow?

At least nod. With your vacant expression,
I don't know what you're thinking.

I heard the start of it.

But explanations that are too long
make my nose bleed.

Okay, so you just need to remember

that this bullshit
of holding the council meeting there,

among the people,

is just so that Nazis from all over Rome

can come and make up the numbers,

giving the impression
that the whole population

wants to close the shelter.

So why are we here today then
if this thing is next Wednesday?

He's got a point. Why are we here exactly?

Because the council
cannot pander to the Nazis

and hold the meeting wherever they want.
They just can't.

Okay, so this shelter system
is a load of old sh*t.

It's like when they needed
to give Black people the vote in America,

and they said...

Yes, to carry out this important vote,

we will have the time and manner dictated
to us by this social promotion association

that is very deeply rooted
in the local area.

[pitchforks squeaking]

Okay, but why are we here now?

Apart from telling them
this ain't right, what we gotta do?

I do actually understand
Secco's objection,

'cause I always have a lot of doubts
about how much influence

we can actually have on the situation.

The way I see it,
if you wanna do the right thing,

you're not gonna get a tree
in the Garden of the Righteous.

More likely, it'll be a bonsai
on a roundabout in Mirteto.

Nevertheless, I'm always trying
to say and do the right thing, you know?

Even if I'm always a bit scared
of seeming a bit too...

Now this is my opinion!

I told you loud and clear,

and it's also written on this piece
of paper in caps and size 20 font.

Look here.
It's quite an interesting idea. Huh.

But you don't need to tell me.

Do you know what we're gonna do now?

We're gonna run this
passed a friend of mine

who happens to be the person in charge
of putting together these ideas.

Know who it is? It's my c*ck?

- But excuse me. It was...
- Sh!

[indistinct chatter]

He says your opinion is valuable,

and when he finishes work,
he's coming to take that rubbish you wrote

and study it in detail.

In the meantime, leave it there,

'tween the washing detergent
and the cat sh*t. There. Yes, there.

Tighten your belt, my friend!

Hi there, everyone!

We've come here to remind you all
that this municipality cannot serve Nazis!

DON'T EXACERBATE THE POOR

[groans]

[grunts]

[Zero] I must say, I thought we were doing
something that would create uproar,

where the guards would drag us out like
a scene from The Strawberry Statement,

and that would at least give us
the allure of martyrdom.

[overlapping chatter]

Instead, it looked like
no one gave a sh*t.

One of them got annoyed,
'cause he suddenly woke up and asked...

Who are these people? The ones
from the Portonaccio bus lane?

No, they are here for the neg...

[woman] People with a lot of melanin.

Nah, she didn't actually say,

"People with a lot of melanin".

She said another word
that we've decided not to use,

but not because of all that dictatorship-
of-political-correctness bullshit,

which doesn't exist.

[upbeat whistling]

Rainbow Police! You are under arrest!

No! Because the issue's complicated.

On the one hand, if there's
a r*cist monster in a work of fiction,

it doesn't make sense for you
to make it speak as nice as pie.

Hello, everyone!

On the other hand, it's true
that if you want certain words

to disappear from common use,

then at some point,
you need to stop using them.

Otherwise, they'll keep going
round and round forever and ever.

Now, you're e probably thinking...

Now that's a bit of a mindfuck!
I really don't give a sh*t.

No sh*t. Your job's being a sock.
What do you care?

But since it's my job to use words,

it's only right to question things
like this behind the scenes, right?

Yes, yes, it's lovely for you
to bring us all up to speed,

but you do know why they say
"behind the scenes", don't you?

Do you know what they're behind?

They're behind "what the f*ck do we care"!

You see?

Post it on Facebook if you want.
Then old people can read it.

But let's move on, if you please.

- [snoring]
- Oh good.

I can snooze
for another five minutes then.

Today, we've come to tell you all
that we are prepared to use our bodies

to stop these people coming here
to spread hatred on our streets...

Are there still snacks
in the vending machine?

...will be the ones responsible
for everything that happens that day!

It could end up
with someone getting hit then!

We do have the numbers
to do this, don't we?

Come on. Don't act like you
were born yesterday! It's all strategy.

You need to think of this
as House of Cards, but in East Rome.

Have you ever read
The Art of w*r by Sun Tzu?

[Zen music plays]

You bluff, relaunch,
and sh**t high, always.

And nine times out of ten,
you're right anyway.

But who's going to actually check
whether you're just putting on an act

or if you're really crazy?

Come on now.

Zero! Sec! It's you!

No way! You're always causing a scene!

Whoa, it was Greta Boffelli!
She was the school representative.

I didn't even know
she'd been elected to the council.

That was embarrassing, 'cause I felt like
we were doing sit-ins all over again,

which she was also against.

I don't believe it.
Secco doesn't even have a b*mb.

What happened?
Did two of your fingers pop off?

He doesn't let me bring anything any more.

He doesn't want me to express myself.
He's like Billy Elliot's dad.

["The Dance of the Hours" plays]

Anyway, just between us,
you're right to protest.

What's happening right now
is totally unacceptable.

And the president is really incompetent.

When we were in government,
I'm telling you,

this would never have happened.

Can you all please be silent?

We have listened
to what you all have to say.

We now ask you
to please compose yourselves

so this council can proceed with the vote.

So, to briefly explain
now what Greta said.

You all need to consider
that our municipal council

is essentially divided
into three large areas.

Two of them represent
the great traditions of the 20th century,

with progressives on one side
and conservatives on the other.

Obviously,
they have spanned the centuries,

the evolution of species, blah, blah,

and now they've transformed
because they've adapted to time.

Conservatives today are represented
as those huge mammals

firmly planted on the ground
with a very strong link to people's moods.

In theory,
they are bringers of lofty issues,

which might well be debated.

The understanding of individualism,

the value of tradition,

the invisible hand of the market.

But in this city, everything is reduced
to, "What do we do with these immigrants?"

And they stay balanced, 'cause although
some of them do think like the Nazis,

they'd still rather vote for a candidate
without a swastika tattooed on their face.

Okay, it's a given the walruses will vote
for the council to be held there.

And now the Progressives.

So with these, I think that at least
on this topic, we'll be relatively safe.

Don't worry that they look down on you,

because, over the years,
they grew this very long neck

as they needed to reach the fruit
on the highest branches

in the Capalbio rainforest.

After all, they left behind a legacy

of values, of equality,
and being welcoming.

So at least they shouldn't vote
for the Nazis' motion.

Besides, it seemed like
Greta Boffelli agreed with us.

Hey, I called a company for this.

- Evening.
- Hi.

- But it looks like you're doing it.
- What?

Pissing us right off
with all of these endless explanations.

Oh, but if I don't explain these things,
no one will get it.

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
I was just helping you out.

- I'm not saying anything.
- All right.

All that's left behind is the third area,
which is the platypuses.

What a pain in the arse!

No one knows what the f*ck they are.

This senseless jumble
of poorly assembled animals.

They appeared out of nowhere
a few years ago

from the failed ideologies
of the 20th century with buzzwords like...

You really need to be honest!

And you say, "No sh*t!
No one's telling you to steal, are they?"

But after the Stone Age, the Iron Age,
and the Golden Age,

this is the No sh*t Age.

They won the last elections
and therefore have the majority here.

But they're not Nazis,

so they shouldn't insist on having
that f*cking meeting outside the shelter.

Dear colleagues, your attention, please.
Let's begin the vote.

- Do you think they get it?
- I should think so.

[platypus] Yes or no?

- [intense action music plays]
- Yes.

- Yes.
- Yes.

Well, we knew it. What else
were the walruses gonna say?

Speaking personally,

I'm dead against these r*cist forces

who are causing such distress
in our peaceful community.

But we were elected to guarantee honesty,

so we shall all vote with our conscience.

I, for one, abstain.

Well, I believe
we should all have the courage

to meet with the people,

and we can win
from a dialectical standpoint.

So I embrace the challenge by voting yes.

- What are you saying? What dialectics?
- Sir, please.

You already stated your opinion.

Let's all respect
this moment of democracy.

- I abstain.
- Yes.

Pterodactyl Friend,
what the f*ck are we gonna do?

They have the majority.
They're voting yes...

Yeah, it could be tricky.

But it's not over.
We still have all the giraffes.

But I'm not very good at maths though.
I dropped it as soon as I could.

- Yes.
- He voted yes?!

- Yes!
- Yes.

Yes.

Oh, Greta, are you all voting yes?

Yes, but we don't agree with the Nazis.

We're not crazy.
It's for the greater good.

What greater good?

Do you not understand if we meet
with the Nazis, people will get hurt?

It is regrettable,
but then we can say to everyone

the platypuses can't even manage
a municipal council

and the president will step down.

I get it, but it'll be us
who get our heads cracked open.

Yes, heads getting cracked open
is always unpleasant,

but you need to put it into perspective.

He steps down, we're back in,
and we'll reimburse you for the bandages.

We'll put them in the budget.

Two hundred bandages and we'll throw in
an orthopaedic neck brace.

You can share that between you.
You can't say we're tight.

- [platypus] Councilwoman Boffelli?
- Yes, yes, yes.

[suspenseful music plays]

The motion is approved.

Therefore,
the next municipal council meeting

shall be held in Via Marsupelli.

You arseholes!

- You're in f*cking trouble now!
- [clamouring]

Next item on the agenda,
the bus lane on Via Portonaccio.

[man clears throat]

You seem like you're a switched-on girl.

Are you saying that you really
had no idea how that day would end?

All I know is that after that video,

loads of normal people
stopped me in the street.

- To say?
- To thank me.

To tell me their story,

'cause there was something
building up in our area.

Everyone wanted to share
a bit of their own experience.

Everyone who didn't want the shelter?

Yes, but others too.

This story had knocked the lid off a pot
that had been simmering for a long time.

A light had been switched on.

People wanted to talk, even those
who'd been quiet their whole lives.

[indistinct chatter]

Sorry, guys, but what do we do now?

What does Sun Tzu say about this stuff?

[gong clangs]

Nine times out of ten,
when you bluff, it goes in your favour.

Uh, the one time it doesn't,
uh, deal with it!

An ancient Chinese proverb says,

"You have to accept whatever comes."

Nothing. We have to go.

You don't think we can say,
"Sorry, we were joking"?

Don't joke! We've said it now,
and it's they way it is.

We promised fire and flames.
We have to go,

and at the very least, get arrested.

And if we don't go?

If we don't go, we're finished.
No one will ever believe us again.

The next time we threaten them,
they'll laugh in our faces.

It's like the boy who cried wolf,

and you know what happened
when the wolf really was there?

[screams]

Help! Help me! It's the wolf!

We don't give a sh*t!

Three times you've made us
come out of the house.

I was on a moped
in the hail the other night!

f*ck you! Who the f*ck still believes you?

Oh, don't think I'm happy about it.
Costs 40 euros for a babysitter.

Mum said she'll only have him
if it's for work or to get laid.

Nazis aren't mentioned

in the Parent-Grandparent
Peace Agreement of 1995.

You think you've thought of everything,
and then...

["Perfect Day" by Lou Reed plays]

[Zero] It's like that point
in a game of chess

where you can only make one move.

If the knight moves in an L shape,
it moves in an L shape.

♪ Just a perfect day ♪

Even if it'll get taken,
that's all you can do.

♪ You made me forget myself ♪

Sure, you can wait. You can waste time.

♪ I thought I was someone else... ♪

You can even wait for time to run out,

but you never know
what can happen while you do.

♪ Oh, it's such a perfect day ♪

♪ I'm glad I spent it with you ♪

♪ Oh, such a perfect day ♪

♪ You just keep me hanging on ♪

♪ You just keep me hanging on ♪

[calm rock music plays]