Me, Them and Lara Page #4

If someone, family or friends,

want to say something

for our sister Olga...

As you maybe know...

my mother and I

had a difficult relationship.

We lost touch for years,

and I missed her very much.

I was too young to understand...

why she had left me in a home.

It was not by lack of love...

Is she Olga's daughter?

Her daughter?

What a coup!

The Moldavian's daughter?

I was full of resentment.

And I was unable to open up

or understand her.

We had found each other recently.

And only now,

only now I understand

how hard it must have been every day,

thinking about me,

how to ensure a decent life for me.

A life she never had.

I'm telling you this to remind you...

how precious moments we have

at our disposal

to be with those we love.

I lost my mother too early,

I would've liked

to make her feel my love.

But the only thing that makes me happy

is to know that she spent

the last months of her life with a man,

Alberto,

who loved and respected her,

making her feel at home, at last.

As queen of the house

and not the servant.

My mother has always served others,

but always like a queen.

Bye, Mom.

You've taught me everything.

They know each other?

Seems so.

Thank you.

No, thank you.

No sympathies for us?

- No.

- Why?

Because I think we're now

four brothers in the family.

- I hope not.

- I'm afraid so.

Shut up.

Lara, these are my children.

I'm Bea, nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you,

I've heard a lot about you.

Really? We never heard about you.

Maybe I'm not that important.

Sorry for your loss,

I'm Luigi, the brother.

I may be wrong

but last summer

weren't you on a boat

with Cardano's friends?

You're wrong.

Certainly!

Congratulations

for your speech in church.

It was beautiful, profound and moving.

I'm... the priest brother.

Go home,

I'm taking Lara to the cemetery.

We can take you...

Don't bother, I'm going with her.

It's better this way.

I congratulated her,

she didn't even look at me.

She's full of herself,

did you hear how she answered?

I wanted to say

"Who the f*** are you?"

What did you expect?

Let's go now,

I see big problems ahead.

Girls, don't smoke, come on!

Have you packed woolen socks?

Yes, Dad.

The blue sweater?

It's at the bottom of the bag.

Why are you taking

all these heavy things?

How long do you plan to stay there?

I will stay

indefinitely.

You sure about this decision?

Aunt Pina didn't seem that enthusiastic

about you staying with her.

What are you going to do in Rieti?

You don't know anyone.

Who will you socialize with?

Answer me,

this is a very important decision.

I'm not staying here without Olga.

Rieti's better.

See if it's her.

It's the end of an era.

Lara's here.

Take the suitcases.

You're just like your brothers,

you think I've lost my mind.

But I think,

I make plans...

And if something happens to me,

this house

will go to Lara.

To Lara?

What do you mean?

Sorry, but why to her?

Because you're all settled.

She's the only one who needs it.

You know

I'm not interested in material things,

nor in money,

but I warn you,

you're handing the history

of our family to a stranger...

- And Olga...

- Yes, Olga!

What about Mom?

She's was here for 50 years!

There was a Christmas tree here

and a manger.

We did imitations here.

I found an album

of old photos,

where I was dressed up as "Brighella"

and Bea as "Colombina"...

Luigi was "Pantalone".

The three stooges!

That was 40 years ago!

And Olga was still here 3 days ago...

It's time to go.

What do you know?

You've never been in love.

How would you know?

The keys, move in when you want,

even tomorrow.

Carlo knows about this...

So, it's... a settled matter.

Indeed.

I... need to ask you for a favor.

Can I stay a few days

while I look for a place to stay?

Absolutely not.

This is your house, I'm the guest.

And I'm really thankful.

No, I'm the one who thanks you.

It's kind of you.

Listen... I have a favor to ask you...

Can you lend me 100 euros for gas?

- 100 euros?

- I'll pay you back.

Finished thanking?

Shall we go? It's getting late.

One second.

- 100 euros...

- Be discreet.

- I'll return them...

- No problem.

Guys, we're basing ourselves

on Dad's ravings!

What does the law say, Arnaldo?

The law says you can't disinherit

your own children, right?

Come on, Arnaldo, open the will!

I want to know

what's really in there.

Hold on,

the problem here's not the will.

The property rights

have been transferred.

Your father sold the house

to Mrs. Vasilescu.

What does it mean?

That the owner is now this chick

who's so full of herself?

That's right.

It's not a real transaction.

It's called simulation.

Fine but... this is really nasty!

It's vengeance!

Sorry, but what did you do to Dad?

We can seize the simulation and sue.

But it can go on for years,

like... Chinese boxes.

I don't advise it.

Let's deprive him of his rights.

Of course we should, guys!

This is the proven proof,

he's lost his mind!

I know a psychiatric consultant,

works in court.

Dad is not crazy.

It's his will, we have to respect it,

like it or not.

Tell me whose side you're on?

On who's right!

I can suggest something.

Start an investigation.

If you discover the girl

has somewhat of a strange situation...

what does she do in life...

She's not a scientist.

Well, to make it clear,

if we can find a clue,

we could prove that your father

has been swindled.

It depends on what you can discover.

Looking at me?

You're looking at me?

I don't want to play cop or detective.

You will.

You're the only one who doesn't work.

We still don't understand

why you came back.

Because nobody asked me why!

Nobody asked a question!

Nobody gives a damn.

That's why!

You have to find out.

You know what?

I really miss Africa.

Really a lot!

What a mess!

What good times.

This was your first day

of Sunday school.

Look at your clothes.

Cute!

- Look at the crown.

- Nice!

That's your father.

Who are these 3 girls?

- Us!

- When you were 10.

Remember when you came

for dinner at our house?

I remember stomach burns for a week!

Up in flames!

- Your mother loved pepper!

- A bit!

Quite a bit!

Can you hold him 5 minutes?

I think it's time to change, girls.

Do you have a car?

Yes, why?

Can you drop us at work, please?

At work so late?

We work in a bar,

you can drop us nearby and we'll walk.

All right.

- Where's this bar?

- Not far.

Dance?

Hold him, please?

What's this street?

And the bar?

You can stop here, we'll walk.

Walk? It's very dangerous here.

It's fine, we're here.

Turn left!

What's this place?

Where's the bar?

Trust us, stop here.

We're here.

Bye, Carlo! Thanks!

What do you mean "we're here"?

No, wait, wait, please,

I really don't like this place.

Get back in the car.

What's your job?

Tell me where the bar is!

I don't want to be moralistic,

we all know how much Jesus

esteemed Magdalene

but if immigrating means

working on a sidewalk,

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