:02:25
Pardon me, pal,
do you have a cigarette?
:02:27
No, sorry.
:02:30
{i>New year, new life, they say.{/i>
{i>Nice way of beginning the New Year.{/i>
:02:35
{i>And my son, poor Matteo,{/i>
{i>God only knows how he's doing.{/i>
:03:01
{i>But how did all that start?{/i>
:03:04
{i>Lwas on vacation in Calabria, at my{/i>
{i>mother's. Everythingwas as usual:{/i>
:03:08
{i>The sun, the sea,{/i>
{i>my cousin Vincenzo...{/i>
:03:10
{i>in a nutshell, everything as usual.{/i>
:03:23
Here.
:03:29
This is a big one.
:03:32
What happened?
Did you hurt yourself?
:03:35
- It 's a chasm!
- That 's nothing. Wash it.
:03:38
What do you mean, "wash it"?
Might as well piss on it!
:03:41
- He hurt himself.
- Congratulations.
:03:46
It 's still hurting, Mom.
:03:49
Sit down.
:03:54
Put your hand in here.
:03:56
- Fuck, it 's hot!
- Don't you use that language.
:03:59
You could bring the kid here instead
of sending him further North.