Me, Them and Lara Page #2

We Emos feel very lonely.

Meaning?

You can't understand

if you live in Africa.

By living in Africa

I understand better

because there's no time for depression,

melancholia, know why?

Please, spare me

these boring trivialities!

Wait here, Mom won't be long.

Aida, let's get out of here.

Hi, I'm Eva's uncle.

Your uncle comes back after 10 years

and you have no questions?

Don't you want to know why?

Maybe Africa bored you stiff!

At first I pretended nothing happened

then, I overreacted.

I set the curtains on fire!

Good. That's all for today.

Let's stop here.

That's it? In mid sentence?

We'll continue next time.

Don't you want to know what I did?

- I set the curtains on fire!

- The curtains.

And my mother too...

We made great progress today,

you should be proud.

- If you say so...

- Yes, don't worry.

- See you on Tuesday.

- On Tuesday.

You're finally here!

Bea, how are you?

Luigi and I've been trying

to reach you for days.

Don't get up.

I just don't get it...

- Sit down!

- But you're standing...

There's no phone, fax or telegraph

in that village where you live?

If there's an emergency

we send carrier pigeons?

There was a civil war going on

and nothing was working.

You had a civil war there,

we're having a coup here!

What?

Dad, I'm talking about Dad!

Can you explain?

It's only the tip of the iceberg...

The real tragedy hasn't begun yet.

Don't give me that patronizing look.

- I didn't say anything.

- I know what you're thinking.

Look, never mind...

someone has to play the bad guy

and I'm playing it.

I didn't peep.

Here's the picture:

A Moldavian immigrant,

read a 'very smart cookie',

is eating up our inheritance! Clear?

Stop staring!

How am I supposed to look at you?

Maybe I'm inexpressive.

Never mind. Dad?

You've seen him. He's lost his mind.

His corn-color hair

makes him look like a clown.

What would poor Mom think?

What's our inheritance anyway?

His apartment, his small beach house

and a little money in 2 banks.

Why would you care?

You're paid by the Vatican.

That's not the point!

The Vatican doesn't support me.

The point is,

I'm divorced

with a teenage daughter to raise.

My office is in my apartment

because I can't afford

to rent an office.

I can hear the dish-washer

during my sessions.

Get it?

What about your ex husband?

Maurizio?

Of course, you don't know.

What did he do?

He's living in Umbria

with a 30 year-old Swedish girl.

He makes honey.

He's got beehives.

How much alimony

do you think he gives?

- I don't know.

- Guess.

- I don't know.

- Guess!

- It's not much.

- Much? It's a tip!

Enough said, but my daughter Eva

will marry one day...

She'll need a home.

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