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Enough! I can't take it anymore,

do you hear me?

I can't take it anymore!

Bastards! Damn you!

You decide who goes

out and who stays.

And the others?

Those like me?

There's no hope for me.

I'll go out anyway.

It works this way

because you decided it.

You're good. You've done well.

The people don't know.

They're deceiving themselves.

If one's not part of the circle,

what does he have to do? Die?!

Does he have to give up?

He can't do a thing.

There's no space.

You left everything in the

hands of these whores!

They do whatever

the f*** they want to!

You made everybody die,

and you don't give a damn!

You're doing it on purpose.

You studied this thing well.

People will go crazy,

make mistakes... Mistakes!

They're making mistakes,

so you're in the right.

You can say it:

"You see, you made a mistake?"

It's easy that way!

You're giving an illusion

so you can cover your asses!

The people don't know.

They all believe...

...things.

If you get angry, it's your fault.

You must be quiet, subdued!

You must suffer

hoping, waiting.

You see them passing by

in front of you, arrogantly.

They think they're

something they're not.

They don't have the humility

to understand...

...that they're worth nothing.

Nothing!

They think they're indispensable,

doing their important things.

They were only lucky enough

to be born without a dick!

You don't give a damn.

You live off of people's ignorance.

You know that nothing

can be done about it.

You create smoke, so people

won't know what's right

and what's wrong.

And you can do

whatever the f*** you want!

But I'm not afraid of you!

I'm not afraid.

I'm not afraid!

I'm not afraid!

You're already studying.

- Hi.

- Hi, good morning.

Is Lisa still sleeping

No, she's awake.

- The door is shut.

- It's because of the light.

She keeps it shut because light

penetrates inside when it's open.

- It's for the photos...

- Again?

Enough with the photos, ok?

I'm going to pick up Queequeg.

- Really?

- Tell her.

Do you have to go out?

I took the keys.

Not me.

- We should pay Amalia...

- Shitalia is here?!

She'll hear you.

She's right underneath.

So what, it's affectionate...

It's not that...

I'll leave the money

on the nightstand.

Study well.

He really had no reason to,

on the contrary.

Oh, come on...

Yes, yes...

He went with a little girl!

PENAL CODE:

I had to what?!

Look, I don't want to discuss it.

The day hasn't even started yet, so...

Ok, give me the number.

Yes...

Yes, yes...

Yes, bye.

Poor idiot...

- Did uoy kool edistuo?

- No.

Look out the window.

Mum went to pick up Queequeg.

- Yes. I saw that she...

- The brace? You got rid of it?

Yes, I can't wear it anymore.

- Damn it's cold!

- Close it.

Cool!

We weren't on these terms...

So...

If he finds a lawyer

that can promise him...

It means that they're proposing

something stupid, because there's...

I'm not at all convinced...

I'm... Hallo? Hallo?

Hallo?

What is it?

It's the servant...

Lisa!

What's going on?

Mum...

I'll go look for mum.

Stay calm... Calm.

Dad, don't go out.

Don't go!

Try the cellphone.

Shouldn't we pick up... the thing...

...below?

No signal... No signal.

The radio...

Dad... Dad, I'm afraid.

What was it?

- Nothing, it was...

Nothing, she's just afraid.

A nightmare?

No, she wasn't even sleeping.

- What should we do?

- I don't know, Tommaso.

- We can't stay here.

- And where should we go?

How can we get out?

Haven't you seen the Padovano's?

If we get inside the car?

We could go to our grandparents.

As soon as this...

I'm cold.

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