[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 shit.
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 faggots!
[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 shit.
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 fucking hate."
[shocking music plays]
Hey, shithead! You're in Borgo Sabotino. It's not Milan Fashion Week.
So do whatever the fuck 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 killing 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 war 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 shit.
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 shit 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 fuck 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 shit 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 fuck about this guy in a year,
you feed him a load of shit 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!
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 fucking 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...
Fuck 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 shit 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 shit 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 fuck 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 shit.
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 cock?
- 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 shit. 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 shit.
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 racist 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 shit.
No shit. 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 fuck 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 War by Sun Tzu?
[Zen music plays]
You bluff, relaunch, and shoot 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 bomb.
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 fuck 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 shit! 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 Shit 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 fucking 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.
Well, we knew it. What else were the walruses gonna say?
Speaking personally,
I'm dead against these racist 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 fuck 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 fucking 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 shit!
Three times you've made us come out of the house.
I was on a moped in the hail the other night!
Fuck you! Who the fuck 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 ♪
[calm rock music plays]