[Italian rock music playing]
[music fades out]
THIS WORLD CAN'T TEAR ME DOWN
[heavy breathing]
[heartbeat pounding, measured breathing]
NO INVASION NO ETHNIC REPLACEMENT
[engine starting]
- ["I Fought the Law" by the Clash playing] - [sirens approaching]
POLICE
[sirens wailing]
♪ Breakin' rocks in the hot sun ♪
♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪
♪ I needed money 'cause I had none ♪
♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪
- ♪ I fought the law and the law won... ♪ - [buzzing]
♪ I left my baby, and it feels so bad ♪
♪ Guess my race is run... ♪
ROOM 1
♪ She's the best girl that I ever had ♪
♪ I fought the law and the law won ♪
♪ fought... ♪
Wait in here.
[click, buzzing]
[chair squeaking]
COLLEAGUES POINTING THINGS OUT
I'll start at the beginning,
or no one'll understand anything and we'll all be clueless.
[Zero] It was Wednesday morning.
I remember Secco was pressing me with his question,
and I was struggling to answer.
Which one would you choose?
Well, I dunno, really. I need my fingers for work.
- You have to choose. - God, you're such a pain in the arse!
Wait! Maybe we need to go back further, from why we were meeting up that morning.
[distant sirens wailing]
[Zero] We were supposed to talk about something important.
I don't remember what, but the scene's easy to reconstruct.
On my way, I formed a conceptual plan of what we might say to each other.
Remember, you're both white, cis, heterosexual males born in the '80s,
so you absolutely cannot talk about feelings, positive emotions,
fragility, doubts, vegetables, marmalade, pets,
legumes, unless it's related to flatulence...
[farting]
...then feel free, umbrellas, scissors, nail clippers, silk scissors, tweezers.
Work is okay, but with Secco, it's like talking to a dog in the desert.
- What common ground could there be? - [barks]
As conversation openers, you're left with gossip and fighting.
Which is lucky for you,
since they're the only things in life
Secco thinks are worth leaving the house for,
at least to discuss with other human beings.
Mind you, Secco's vision of the world isn't exactly run-of-the-mill.
It makes the unexpected connection between Bridgerton,
with the whole English court discussing Lady Whistledown's juicy articles...
- [chuckling] - [patriotic British music]
...and the football hooligan mentality of the classic Anglo-Saxon schoolboy.
Lady Marian smashed a bottle in the duke's face outside the stadium.
[fanfare]
Our Queen is here! Now let's all drink beer!
The truth is, I'm happy he wants to discuss these things in person
because the things we are discussing shouldn't be talked about over the phone.
They're delicate subjects, some criminally significant.
Remember that Berlusconi always said this country is full of wiretaps.
I'm absolutely terrified
that sooner or later, my conversations will come out.
Not for myself, but because they're controversial topics
that could put the people I love in danger.
EXCLUSIVE WIRETAPS FROM CARTOONIST: "I SWEAR, HE FUCKS DOGS!"
[Zero] Then I'd have to kill myself.
I always keep a cyanide capsule in my cheeks,
like a squirrel with acorns.
[hollow gasping]
SORRY, PARENT 1 IT'S 'CAUSE OF THE BAD INFLUENCES
I dunno though. Might've talked about when Enrichetto beat up Federicone...
[sighs] I'd have to check the dates in my fight diary again.
We definitely sorted it out quickly 'cause with social media,
this has become the city of promised slaps that never materialize.
[dramatic guitar riff]
[jaunty tune]
So it took us ten minutes to close that case,
then we moved on to philosophical speculations.
[adopts posh accent] Oh, they may be idle, but they're still of a superior standard.
Come on, you have to choose
if you'd rather have a finger for a dick or five dicks instead of fingers?
I dunno. It depends if I still need to work.
Everything's the same. Same job, the lot.
But you either have a finger-dick or a dick-hand.
Oh, my left hand or my right hand?
You're overthinking it. I can't do this with you.
Shall we go get some ice cream?
I think I need to call in at home. Got a work thing this afternoon...
- Shall we go get some ice cream? - Let me go home so I can shower.
Ice cream?
He never changes his tone.
It's like he's recorded this phrase and keeps pressing play.
Shall we go get ice cream?
[Zero] How can you argue with that? It's worse than a rubber wall.
Like hitting quicksand with a pickaxe. Forget it. It's not worth it.
[sighs] Okay, let's get some ice cream.
["Mr. Jones" by Counting Crows playing]
♪ Sha-la-la-la la-la-la ♪
♪ Oh-oh ♪
♪ It was down at the New Amsterdam... ♪
CHANGE LIFE MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS
CLOSE THE REFUGEE SHELTER
NO INVASION NO ETHNIC REPLACEMENT
♪ So come dance the silence down Through the morning ♪
♪ Sha-la-la-la-la-la-la, yeah ♪
I don't know exactly what time it was,
but that was the first time I'd seen all those shitty posters on the street.
Mother of God. They've royally pissed me off with all this nonsense.
- What you on about? - The refugee shelter, over here.
- I dunno what you're on about. - Those posters you ripped down.
But I like ripping stuff.
[frustrated sigh]
For the sake of argument,
it's like a package arriving a month ago that no one wants to sign for
because it was in the way and there was no delivery note.
So they ended up taking it round the houses,
until they finally got to a neighbourhood that we'll call "Dicksville."
[triumphant fanfare]
DICKSVILLE
[Zero] Like every time these packages arrive,
after two seconds, the Nazis appear and start winding people up.
Are we seriously being forced to sign for this?
We've got our own shit going on. We have to deal with this too?
There's always someone in this city pissed off about something.
So they get poked and prodded all over until it leads to genocide.
It's not that surprising in this world.
We need to decide. We can go and eat fish in Ostia,
or get a gang together with clubs like at Castle Frankenstein.
We can't do both, though, it's six o'clock.
[Zero] By that time, there was this theatrical scene in Dicksville,
with Nazis on one side wanting to burn the package,
the Old Bill in the middle, and on the other side,
a few of our friends quietly disagreeing with the Nazis.
To be fair, it was an unmanageable situation.
- Someone said... - Okay, okay, we get it.
We know this package is scrap. We'll move it somewhere else.
[Zero] And they brought it to our neighbourhood.
And so, that example was an extremely simplified way
to explain the dynamics.
But the package is actually 35 people, men, women and children,
who arrived from Libya a month ago.
Only it's difficult for us to even imagine we're talking about human beings
because you never see them and you know fuck all about them.
Just that they've all been thrown into this shelter behind the school,
next to the house of the man who cut his mother-in-law's chihuahua's head off,
a kilometre and a half from here.
And so, for the past three days,
these shitty posters have been popping up here too.
Do you think it'll end in a fight?
What do you mean? You're so obsessed with fighting.
You sound just like my mum this morning.
Now then, have you seen all those Nazi posters
they put up outside the patisserie?
Please, now, don't you go fighting with them.
You can't go to jail. You know your adenoids are sensitive.
So my mum has an anxiety problem
that has nothing to do with jail and everything to do with adenoids.
Don't you go around barefoot. You've got to put your slippers on.
Otherwise, you'll get a sore throat. You have adenoids!
Uh, Mum, I'm going to Syria.
[mum] Well, if ISIS kidnap you,
tell them straight away you have adenoids so they can give you some woolly socks.
The adenoids are a battle I can't win,
so I decided to focus on the issue of jail.
Oh, Mum, please. Now, listen.
One, they're not coming here.
They made all this noise in Dicksville 'cause a few people there agree with them.
There are no Nazis here.
And two, Mother, I won't get arrested.
I made a series for Netflix,
I could do as I fucking like now!
You're far too sure of yourself.
Don't forget about Daedalus's son, thingamabob, what's his name? Icarus.
He was obsessed with flying higher and higher,
but never wearing a scarf to protect his throat.
And look what happened to him.
And don't forget
your friends in Dicksville are still languishing in jail.
Oh, Mum. They can bring it on, then!
In my line of work, jail sells like hot cakes.
Think about all those gangster dudes that talk about prison,
like 2Pac or Gramsci.
Gramsci bought himself a house thanks to jail.
♪ I hate indifferent peeps I'll knock out all their teeth ♪
♪ That Benito brat Went and got me locked up ♪
♪ Tony Gramsci won't keep his trap shut! ♪
I swear, I don't understand how you turned out to be such an arsehole.
Whatever. Mum's ancient. She doesn't understand.
And so, we went to get that ice cream.
So, your intentions, then, were already set.
Had to go get some ice cream.
But despite the circumstances, tell us what your state of mind was.
I was pissed off 'cause they said they didn't have dark chocolate.
I knew that was a lie and about to come out.
Do you understand what he's saying?
Could you try and articulate your words better?
If I articulate more, it makes my nose bleed.
He says the scientific name is Munchausen's Nosebleed.
Poor bloke at the counter was getting annoyed.
[Secco sighs] Can I have dark chocolate?
I'm sorry, we don't have dark chocolate. Just have normal chocolate.
I can only have dark chocolate. Normal chocolate makes my nose bleed.
He says that about absolutely everything.
I have to sit in the front, otherwise my nose bleeds.
I have to choose the film, otherwise my nose bleeds.
I have to eat the last one, otherwise my nose bleeds.
See? No one knows how to respond. You go quiet 'cause it's confusing.
I understand, but we've run out.
[host on TV] Now we move over...
Look, they're talking about Dicksville.
...have a meeting today in prison
with the 11 "people" arrested for the events in Dicksville.
We'll talk about that after taking a look at these images
summarising the day.
REPORT BY MARTA KNOW-IT-ALL
[Crocodile] These are intense scenes indeed,
but we believe this is what our public services should provide.
Not hypocrisy and niceties,
but brutality and resentment.
This news was so distressing for me
because in every report talking about these... [growls]
...brutal, violent people...
GET THE NAZIS OUT
...all you saw was an image of a woman being taken away
like she was some kind of ferocious beast.
Only that ferocious beast is Sandrina, the librarian in Dicksville.
She looks like Heidi. So soft and sweet,
with rosy cheeks and a voice like the Nokia ringtone.
[Nokia ringtone sounds]
I know her 'cause she does a load of workshops with the children
in the community, and the first time I saw her, she saved my life.
Please, sir, can you draw a sheep for me?
Look, I dunno how to draw sheep.
Why don't we do a dinosaur? Do you like Plesiosaurs?
No, a sheep!
Okay, but...
You said you draw comics. So draw him a fucking sheep, will ya?!
[ominous music playing]
Sheep's ears do not look like that!
Guys, he's not a cartoonist.
Who are you really, then?
Children, pie's ready!
- [kids] Yay! - [upbeat music playing]
[sighs]
My God, that was worse than when I nearly got beaten up
by Tottenham fans who thought I was someone else.
- [relieved sigh] Thank you, 'cause... - You can't work like this.
You gotta control your emotions.
They can smell your fear.
Know who you're up against.
The little boy, for example, never look him directly in the eyes.
He bites and he's full of diseases.
[tense music building]
[boy growling]
[roars]
So, why is it that Sandrina's dressed like she's cosplaying Elmo?
They're all in black. She's the only one in red.
Yeah, you'd have to be a right arsehole to go and fight like that, wouldn't you?
[dramatic music playing]
BERLIN 2006 ITALIAN ARRESTED
"HE LOOKED LIKE THE GIRL IN SCHINDLER'S LIST"
Well, if you fucking dress like that, they're surely gonna nick you.
Excuse me, Mr Armadillo. Tell me, what does "nick" mean?
I have no idea. I'm not from here.
It means they arrest him, Miss... uh, whatever the fuck your name is.
They arrest him, Miss... Uh, they get him, they grab him, they bang him up.
It all means the same at the end of the day.
"They give blow jobs in Vipetino."
Uh, seeing as you remember these synonyms, you can get extra marks for that.
It's also very useful if you want to slap it all over Facebook
that they graduated from the University of Life.
Now, I don't want to go, "Oh no, my poor ickle, wickle friends."
I know they lose their temper sometimes.
But I'm always a bit perplexed to see who they choose to interview
about news like this.
[news theme music playing]
♪ A Random Show! ♪
Mr Mario, please tell us the key to understanding this phenomenon.
Right, well, I was walking my dog, he's a two-year-old puppy, right,
and he freaked out.
Well, of course he would!
But how do you explain to a bulldog, looking at you with those big eyes,
that these people are on the loose?
I don't know the reasons for this chaos, and I don't want to. I'm not a politician.
I just think that in a civilised country,
these people should die in jail
or, in any case, experience terrible things in dark places.
Like having to wipe the arseholes of old people.
So, you see? It seemed to me then
that everything contributed to an overall climate of hostility,
which, in turn, covered us all
in this dark, heavy, oppressive cloak of worry.
[applause on TV]
I really don't give a shit. I was thinking about ice cream.
Of course. Why should you give a shit?
I'm the one who's gonna be a guest on that shitty show next week.
Why's that, then? 'Cause of the fights?
No, I'm going on to talk about my work.
But, of course, after this report, I have a duty to say a few words on the matter.
- [Sarah] Hey there, losers! - [dramatic ominous music playing]
All right, maybe the music was a bit over the top,
but there's a reason I experienced it like this.
- [genteel music playing] - [phone vibrating]
[Zero] Sarah and I haven't spoken for a while.
I hadn't been answering her calls and she had a go at me.
In theory, I needed to apologise,
but she always wants apologies in Dolby surround sound and poetic verse.
So I put it off for two months. I couldn't even say I was busy.
There I was, eating ice cream, and she was sure to have a go at me.
She'd think I was in the middle of some fiendish plot
devised by men who meet up without her.
[evil laughter]
[thunder clapping]
Are you having ice cream? What flavour did you go for?
We're waiting for the dark chocolate to come out.
I think I'll get the same. Shall we all eat it in the park?
[Zero] I was speechless.
Like I was waiting for the train to hit me.
You see it coming, get ready, clench your teeth,
And instead of the impact, there's a cute unicorn giving you a kiss.
[jolly music playing]
I thought, "Maybe I've died from the force of this fit of anger,
and I haven't realized." So I asked...
- Sorry, aren't you annoyed at me? - Why should I be?
'Cause I didn't answer your calls.
That's because you're an arsehole. But that's nothing new.
It's written inside the fortune cookies at the Chinese in Rebibbia.
YOUR FRIEND'S AN ARSEHOLE
Whatever. I know who makes those. He's a piece of shit. He's not Chinese.
It's strange for you to be smiling so much.
Do you have something to tell us?
Did you get laid?
Well, you know I've been living with Stella for three years
and we agreed to fuck every 72 hours.
That was yesterday.
- [alarm clock ringing] - [fanfare]
So, yeah, I did get laid. What's that got to do with anything?
Do you still say "laid" when it's two women?
Uh, yeah. What else would I say? That we play skittles?
No, because if I do what you do with a girl, mechanically speaking,
I don't know if I can technically say that I got laid.
- [tense suspenseful music] - [gulps]
I'm gonna pretend I don't understand, otherwise I'll have to beat you up.
That's mainly 'cause thinking about you doing these things is horrifying.
I'd rather picture you reproducing through spores.
- [air gusts blowing] - [rubber stretching]
[Sarah] Canidiospores, which are more hygienic, like fungi.
[plop]
[plopping]
- [chuckles] - Fine.
He's right. You're not usually like this. Tell us what's happened. Come on!
Well, today I had an interview and, well,
I don't wanna count my chickens, but I think I got it!
From September, I'll be teaching again!
- Halle-fucking-lujah! - [triumphant music playing]
I don't give a shit either.
But you need to say something to be polite, don't ya?
So now you're like a proper rozzer.
I know you have a troubled relationship with educational authority,
but at the very least, I can get out of that shithole.
I don't think it's been very rewarding, has it?
When you have time, I've been through all the candidates.
I've found the perfect graphic designer for the project.
Thanks, darling, but we've already chosen
a young artist who really taps in to the company's vision.
Can't you do this logo any better?
Why the fuck did I give him those crayons for Christmas?
[Zero] That's all good, then.
The Malcontent Committee hereby declares
that you have a valid reason to be happy today. Oh.
[mechanical footsteps]
Yeah, well, it's not quite confirmed yet,
but at least this gives me a tiny glimmer of hope to hold onto.
Fine. I should tell you I'm also taking an important step in my life.
- I haven't told anyone yet. - I think I already know.
How do you know?
It's something to do with your voice, right?
No. What about it?
No, I don't know, then. Come on, tell me.
No. What's wrong with my voice?
No, I got it wrong. Tell me about your important step.
Oh, just tell me what's wrong with my voice!
Oh, no, nothing. I just thought you'd employed a vocal coach
because I thought that kind of thing could be important for your work.
What? My voice is perfectly fine. My mum says I have a clear, rich baritone.
- [tuneless screeching] - [distressed clucking]
Yeah, but you do rattle off and gabble your words quite a lot.
It could be a way to speak... Anyway, who gives a fuck? Tell me.
Don't know what you're on about.
I don't know of anyone ever complaining about how I speak.
CONTROVERSY ON ROMAN DIALECT. ZEROCALCARE, "GOD, GUYS"
[paper rustling]
[electronic whirring]
Spit it out, Zero!
All right. Well, the thing is, I'm gonna be making a film.
Well, cartoon, but a long one that'll be in the cinema.
I've never been able to find a producer for it until now.
That's amazing! Much better than improving the way you talk.
Only three people have ever done this in Italy.
I've found someone prepared to invest a shedload of money in it.
I didn't know who to tell.
You could've called me, you fool.
I'm gonna level with you.
I was already anxious that we hadn't spoken for two months.
I was a bit uncomfortable because, to be honest,
I can tell you this now, your job's shit.
I didn't think it was fair to say things were going right for me at last.
Thank goodness. It's such a relief you're finally having a career change.
You are now triumphantly leaving the field of bitter losers,
where you were one of the top scorers...
YOUR FAILURE, OUR FLAG
...and you take your position as the starter
in the guilt-ridden team of the abominables,
those who've turned their lives around.
Leave it out. I already feel a bit like that.
Of course you feel like that.
Like everyone who, for the last 30 years, has been saying
that the only solution is a collective one,
that everyone has to turn it around or no one does.
Instead, you do turn it around,
but you can't enjoy fuck all because you have rubble all around you.
What fucking scavenger is okay in the rubble?
But now you're making me sad.
At least let me have one day where I can smile.
Yeah, yeah, but keep a low profile.
I'm just telling you, it's my way of not messing with karma.
If it sees you as arrogant, it might kick you in the arse.
["Friday I'm In Love" playing]
[Zero] At that moment, I realised why we always laugh a lot
but we almost never smile.
This feeling of soft, relaxed, smiling faces is strange.
It's very different to how our faces usually are,
all crumpled up because we're laughing so loud
we don't hear the monsters inside us shouting out.
Or all tensed up because we're eating ourselves up inside
and we're this close to exploding.
So basically, we're never calm and relaxed.
- ♪ I don't care if Monday's blue... ♪ - That's why I remember it so well.
♪ Tuesday's grey and Wednesday too ♪
♪ Thursday, I don't care about you ♪
♪ It's Friday, I'm in love ♪
♪ Monday, you can fall apart ♪
♪ Tuesday, Wednesday, break my heart ♪
♪ Oh, Thursday doesn't even start ♪
♪ It's Friday, I'm in love ♪
It was a nice moment.
I didn't have time to go home, but it gave me the strength I needed
to turn up for that meeting with the programme writers.
I'll describe them like the Lickers from Resident Evil,
those monsters with really long, slimy tongues
but not because they're cursed arse-lickers,
I'm just saying it to protect their privacy and because,
well, maybe we'll have to work together from now on.
Are you nervous, then? You don't need to be nervous at all!
[menacingly] It's like taking a walk in the park! [growls]
Look, I'm not nervous,
it's just that with the cameras, I always get a bit tangled.
Have you not seen the programme at all?
Mauro is great at putting his guests at ease.
After ten seconds, it'll be like talking with a friend.
[Zero] A friend, you say?
So, then, would you rather have a finger-dick
or would you prefer to have dick-fingers?
Mr Mauro, my mother is watching. [chuckles nervously]
I'm not sure I wanna go on television to talk to one of my friends.
So, listen, we were thinking of playing some kind of joke.
I mean, it goes without saying we want you to talk about the film,
but first, you could do a fun scene, something a bit silly. [chortles]
Like you say the famous ice cream phrase. What do you say, Zero, hm?
You got it? Like in the series, remember?
"Shall we go get some ice cream?"
I wanted to say, "Of course I fucking remember."
"It's my friend who's obsessed with ice cream."
Instead, I pitched it to them.
Do you think it'd be okay if I said something?
It'll only take a minute.
You talked about what happened in Dicksville today,
and the person was very tough and I'm in a bit of a bind.
I don't think so.
But here's an idea. We can make the ice cream melt.
Out of sheer irritation, you let out a fart.
Yeah! Is it true you can fart the tune of "Für Elise"?
If not, we can always ask the director to help. He has loads of sounds.
- [comedy horn] - [horn]
- [belching] - [canned laughter]
No, that was actually the dog.
But I'm asking
'cause I don't have a problem appearing on the programme,
but I'm worried that, if I don't highlight things,
it'll look like I agree...
Look, she's breastfeeding a dog!
Oh, sorry, I wasn't listening.
But it does seem to me you're getting needlessly bogged down.
It's not like we're in Bertolucci's 1900.
I don't know what you're imagining.
I tell you, the armadillo represents the false bourgeois consciousness
the imperialist state exploits against the popular masses...
- [pained grunt] - [man] Leftie, shitty arseholes!
[reedy recorder tune]
Listen, you can't do it. You're not in the business.
And let me tell you, the fights are a very sensitive issue.
It's not like science, which anyone can talk about.
Yes. However, here on the sidelines, we're talking about people fighting Nazis.
I don't understand why Indiana Jones whipped them,
and everyone went, "Come on! Genius!"
The Blues Brothers climbed on top of them with their car, and everyone laughed.
But this girl Sandrina is a leper.
[wet fart sound effect]
What did you think of that?
We've got an even looser one. Look, check this out.
It's like a duck running off between your legs.
[short bursts of farting]
I LOVE YOU BUT WE'RE SIBLINGS
WRITERS LICKO BROS
[man] Do you always talk like that, or is it a character?
If you want, my sister's a speech therapist.
She's not expensive.
[easy-listening music playing]
- Do you think I talk weird? - How do you mean "weird"?
Um, really fast like a machine gun that no one understands weird.
No. You're not a Gatling. At most, it's like a semi-automatic.
But you could be a caffeine addict who spends too much time on TikTok.
I think I talk normally, but I'm starting to worry...
Trust me, you talk better than Google Maps.
As your conscience, Calcare, I'm telling you
you're obsessing over how you talk to avoid thinking about Wednesday.
You have a problem, my friend.
You're keeping quiet about your friends in jail,
which goes against the first fundamental rule of human decency.
Even more important
than pregnant women and children getting into lifeboats first
when everything is sinking.
You don't abandon people in jail.
[metal gate clanging]
Yeah, I know.
I know that you know,
but this is the first step of a penitent towards the dark side.
[gentle piano and string music playing]
[Armadillo] There's a thin line
between you becoming a bald blob with asthma.
A thin line!
[creaking]
Know that my moral hero
has always been the great Tucker Carlson,
the ultimate professional.
[glass squeaking]
So, you decide.
As always, I never judge you.
TRAITOR - SELLOUT
["A Different Place" playing] ♪ If I were to vanish on this very day ♪
♪ Just know that I'm happy ♪
♪ In a different place ♪
[bin lorry air brake hisses]
[can rattling]
[Zero] I didn't say anything to Secco about my worries
because he's as flat as a piece of turf.
But I saw these fresh posters where we had torn the other ones down.
I got weirded out and said...
It's really horrible that they put them straight back up.
That means there might be someone in the area watching.
They're not the same ones.
And they were not.
These were about a meeting outside the shelter the Wednesday after.
[sighs heavily] This is really bad, Secco.
- I told you there'd be a fight. - My God, what a pain in...
Hey, arseholes! So, lads, you been keeping the bench warm for me?
We turned but didn't know who it was.
There was just a figure lurking in the shadows.
We couldn't even tell if it was a man or a demon.
And from its mouth, there came forth something so terribly evil.
It was like a knife with a lethal blade
forged in the flames of hell.
I see you're losing your hair.
You look like your dad.
Why don't you go fuck yourself, Cesare? What the fuck are you doing here?
What am I doing here? Is it not my home anymore?
Well, I know that it's your home, but it's been 20 years!
I don't know exactly what we said.
It was late. We talked for five minutes, more or less.
To be honest, I didn't know what to ask.
You know Orpheus and Eurydice?
Well, it's like that arsehole didn't turn around.
He actually managed to get Eurydice out of hell,
and then asked her...
So, what are you doing at the weekend?
Know how to play padel? Is there a pub showing the football?
Understandably, she doesn't know how to answer
'cause who knows what shit's happened to her?
It seems legit to me.
This is why it's so difficult to have stupid conversations.
[man] Come on, move!
Come on, let's go!
Get out of here!
[Zero] I don't know what you ask someone who's just come out of hell.
ITALY FOR ITALIANS
[solemn music playing]
REFUGEE SHELTER OPENING HOURS
[sirens]
[eerily calm music]
[carnage]
[eerily calm music]
[screaming]
[solemn piano music playing]
[emotive rock music]
[music fades out]