Me, Them and Lara Page #3

think about myself and my spirituality,

it's important.

This is a wonderful paradox, you know?

You left Africa because

you couldn't handle every day problems.

Gas, food,

sickness,

communication problems, rebels.

In Italy, everything seems

to work perfectly:

Peace, electricity,

running water, Internet.

On the contrary,

human relationships don't work.

I think God is testing you again.

It may be the spiritual challenge

you have to face.

Think so?

It's easier to go on a pilgrimage

on your knees!

Why didn't you order

this fabulous pasta?

Gastric reflux. Heartburn.

It's psychosomatic, trust me.

Enough!

This is crazy, totally crazy!

It's madness!

No, darling, don't be rash.

Please, honey!

Don't be a jerk, you'll fall!

Come here.

- Luigi!

- What are you doing here?

I had problems at Dad's so...

I see...

there's a girl about to jump here!

Don't push? Who's jumping?

A friend of mine,

she's suddenly lost it.

Call an ambulance!

She'll jump if she hears one coming.

Why isn't she in hospital?

Try and talk to her!

- Come on!

- She believes.

So what, she's crazy!

I know, but she believes in God.

Wait.

Honey?

My brother the missionary's here!

He wants to talk to you,

to tell you how things are.

How should I know?

Just tell her I'm generous...

and trustworthy, get it?

If not, I'll be in the papers!

No, we'll be in the papers!

- Don't push me!

- I'm not!

Take my hand.

She's coked up!

Let's go back in.

What?

You're the jerk's brother?

Listen,

Luigi's a sensitive guy.

A piece of sh*t!

A liar, a bastard!

He'll pay for this, I swear!

He's not able

to express his feelings correctly.

- Crap!

- He's nice!

He won't fool me again!

Tell him, understand?

- Tell him!

- I will.

- Are you a priest?

- Yes, I am.

Confess me then!

Now, I'm a sinner

I want to die purified.

- We're all sinners.

- I've been a real slut!

A real slut!

Luigi's the least considered

in the family.

I'm the oldest,

Bea has a strong character,

and he's always been left behind.

You must understand him.

- He's insensitive.

- Yes.

He called me in Africa lots of times

to talk about your relationship.

- Really?

- Yes!

What's my name?

- Who?

- Me!

You?

- You don't know my name!

- "Egala"!

What?

Francesca!

I told you five times!

I know.

- Did he mention the baby?

- He's fine!

Bullshit, he's not even born!

I want it.

- He wanted it.

- Wanted?

I want it.

My mistake, he wants to keep it!

- Swear. You're a priest?

- Yes, I am.

You can trust me.

- We'll see.

- I'm not a liar.

Which way in?

That way.

Slowly...

Are you calm, honey bun?

Are you all right now?

Darling, I need tenderness, not sex.

So do I.

Open your mouth, shut your eyes.

Take that crucifix off the wall.

Yes?

Listen, dearie.

Tell that a**hole father of ours

to come back home.

Before our mother shoots him.

Wait a second.

Divorced?

No kids?

Faithful?

Three months

I've been hearing this crap.

- I can explain.

- Get out!

You're worthless, Dad!

Zip up your pants.

Zip up your pants!

Let's go.

What did you do today, girls?

We suffered.

I cried too.

That's the way Luigi is.

She says she'll jump,

he'll dive under a car then they screw.

It's a perverse game.

Come on, sit down.

They cry and they screw,

they screw and they cry...

What do they screw?

They screw tables!

Come on, what do you think!

What's wrong with Eva?

- Nothing, why?

- She's unsociable.

Her friend's strange.

No, they're just "Emo".

- Meaning?

- Ask Google!

Let's talk about us instead.

It's been a while.

It's true.

You used to come to my room

in high school

and we talked about love.

- You talked.

- Come on!

You never let me talk!

I missed you.

I missed you all too.

Especially you.

You've always been the craziest one...

but the most intelligent,

the most rational

and the wisest, to tell the truth.

I'm back from Africa

with a load of problems.

I need your advice.

Of course.

Are you sure? It's a bit long.

- Tell me.

- I'll explain.

Us priests

are obliged

to frequently live in doubt,

we're not made of steel,

we're human beings.

I wonder if I might be more useful

in my mission, if I didn't

bend to certain rules

the Church imposes on us.

- Here's an example...

- Sorry...

Why did you ask about Eva?

She doesn't communicate.

Don't start confusing me

otherwise...

I'll give you an example,

condoms in Africa...

It's a big problem, right?

Us priests must constantly

pretend we don't see things...

Do you think she's strange, morbid?

Who?

Eva's friend!

How should I know!

I saw her for a second!

Please, stop confusing me.

I ask you a question.

Don't interrupt.

Is it fair for us missionaries

to limit the supply of condoms

in Africa?

They're always glued together,

it's typical teenage behavior.

Maybe you're right, it's strange.

Could they be gay?

What now?

Is this about your doubts or mine?

Let's decide.

You're hostile.

I was just sharing a maternal doubt.

Apologies.

And I was sharing some problems

which made me

travel thousands of miles.

Nobody gives a damn, that's the truth!

Don't act like a victim!

Go on then!

Africa, the civil war...

Condoms, lions...

Who said anything about lions?

It's all about faith, serious things.

We're going to "Trash".

- The dishwasher's on?

- Yes.

Don't come home late.

Bye, Uncle.

Where are they going at 1 a. M?

They are strange.

Listen, it's really 1 a.m.

We'll talk about it tomorrow.

Believe me, Bea, I'm very tired...

This is not the time.

What's happening?

The dishwasher, as usual.

This house is falling apart.

Go live in Africa then!

Never mind!

Go and look for a torch.

On the right shelf.

On the right?

Keep going, straight ahead.

There's a vase...

Careful!

Wait for me.

Come here for a second.

Where are you looking?

It's the fourth!

Who can it be?

Something serious has happened,

there's an ambulance here.

We're on our way.

- What?

- An ambulance at Dad's place.

What did I tell you?

Wait! We're the children!

What happened?

- It's the heart.

- The heart?

I can't believe

the horrible things I told him.

I wanted to apologize.

I always postponed doing it.

What I regret the most

is that he never had a chance

to see how talented I was.

Talented?

and you've all made fun of me.

Cut it out.

It's a woman?

Didn't you get it?

Come and have a look.

I don't want to.

- Maybe you should.

- I said no!

Don't force her.

You should really take a look...

I'll feel guilty

for the rest of my life.

You sure will.

To feel guilty.

She suffered a lot

because of your spite.

She had...

She had such a big heart.

I tried to tell you

it wasn't Dad but Olga.

She's dead!

He told you!

Olga's dead, not Dad!

Be invested by feelings of mercy,

of goodness, humility,

tameness, patience...

Tolerate and forgive each other

as the Lord forgave you,

and do the same.

May Christ's peace reign

upon your hearts,

and this peace join you as one.

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