The Solitude of Prime Numbers Page #2
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- 2010
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- Go to bed!
Bye, sweetie. Goodnight.
- You must be a man.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
- Hi.
- Hey.
Hi.
Wow, she's so pretty today!
She looks worse every day!
Terrible!
- Bye.
- Where are you going?
Viola!
Where's she going?
Hi, what are you doing?
Relax, I'm by myself.
You're playing hooky too?
I'm skipping a test today.
Listen, sorry about the other day,
we were just playing around,
it was a game.
- A dumb game.
- I know.
Don't be upset though.
Come with me to the store.
- Store?
- Yes, it's nearby.
- Why?
- It'll be fun.
Plus, I desperately need
some leggings.
So, wanna come?
A pig's heart
Mattia, do you have any secrets?
I do, listen to me.
Tell me yours
and I'll tell you mine.
Mattia, are you my friend or not?
Let's finish this dissection
or else we can't complete
the report.
Who cares about the report!
Tell me your secret.
Tell me what you did to your arm.
Tell me what you did!
Mattia...
Do you really want to know
what I did?
- Yes.
- Watch.
Get undressed.
Come on, quick.
Don't be shy in front of me.
Have you ever kissed a boy?
I don't remember.
You've never been with anyone?
Have you?
Of course.
I used to play around,
but now I have a steady.
That guy who was in the bathroom
with you?
Yes, Giacomo.
That guy in the bathroom
is called Giacomo?
Yes, he and I are going steady.
Right.
How many tattoos do you have?
Three.
Look!
more often.
You're really pretty.
What do you think?
- Isn't it too showy?
- Listen...
It's my sister's birthday,
I want you to come over
wearing this.
- Maybe we'll find you a boyfriend.
- But...
I'll show you how to kiss a man.
I'll get you some shoes.
No, you should get 30%,
or don't do it at all.
Just trust me.
I'll organize it for you,
I have to go now.
Yes, I'd like to eat
if you don't mind.
Call you later, bye.
He bugs me during mealtimes.
Quit playing with your food,
eat now!
Eat!
Come on, eat.
- I want to get a tattoo.
- Huh?
- I want to get a tattoo.
- It's out of the question!
- A tattoo? Where?
- It's out of the question!
That's all she needs:
she's flat-chested,
dresses like a boy,
and now she wants a tattoo?
No such thing!
What kind of tattoo?
- A violet.
- A violet?
No! N-O!
No!
Lots of kids have them.
Sure, the slackers, morons,
and fools
who spend all day
roaming around the city.
- Viola has one too.
- Who is Viola?
- A friend.
- An airheaded friend!
People who have nothing to say
are the ones who get tattoos.
Losers, failures, and such.
You can't say that,
you don't know her.
And I don't want to know her.
- Like where?
Just eat.
A hidden spot?
Happy abstinence.
A tattoo, that's all we needed!
Nobody listens to me around here!
Least of all your mother!
You heard what the principal said?
See you at home.
Bye Mattia.
- Dani's coming to the party.
- Who?
Giacomo's friend.
Did you see how he looked at me?
- Come on, Viola.
- Not now. Bye.
I can't stand them!
- Hi.
- Hi.
Make up your mind,
you've seen all the boys.
I'll go to the party with you.
Sorry about last time,
I didn't mean to...
- No problem.
- I'm sorry.
- I said no problem.
- Okay. - Okay.
Let's go to class.
Him.
Him, who?
The guy down there.
- Let's go back.
- Where?
Aren't we going to class?
Yes.
The one with the bandage
or the fatso?
- The one with the bandage.
- Are you nuts?
Know what he did?
He stabbed himself with a knife
during class.
Didn't you know?
I kind of like him. Maybe.
A guy like that would chop you up
and throw you away.
Are you sure?
Fine, let's go.
- Let's go back.
- Why?
Hi, I'm Viola, she's Alice.
We're sophomores.
Introduce yourselves!
- I'm Mattia.
- Dennis.
We wanted to invite you to a party
on Saturday. Want to come?
What's wrong with your leg?
Coming or not?
- I can't.
- Me neither.
- No?
- Never mind. - Wait.
Why not?
You have to play videogames
with your pal?
Or are you planning
on slitting your veins again?
I don't like parties.
- Everyone likes parties.
- Yes, but I don't.
Bye.
Forget him,
we'll find you another guy.
If you'd known our kids
would turn out like they did,
would you have wanted them?
Sorry, but that's pure bullshit.
You can't pick your kids
from a catalogue. Please!
I know...
But...
The greatest sorrows in my life
were caused by my kids.
What?
They've ruined my life.
I'm exhausted!
You pretend it's all okay,
right Pietro?
I'm not pretending anything.
I pretend to pretend it's all okay.
It was just an accident.
An accident?
You think your lies will help him?
He hadn't done that in a while.
- He hadn't done that in a while?
- Yes.
So are you saying
he's getting better?
Stop it!
Stop pretending he's normal.
Normal?
What does "normal" mean?
Mattia's a good kid,
he gets great grades in school.
I know.
He gets straight A's, but there's
something frightful beneath.
He has no friends.
He never talks.
He's locked in his room all day.
He cuts himself.
At least we knew
Michela wasn't well, it was clear.
We promised not to talk about that.
How can I not talk
about my daughter?
I think about her every single day.
And I don't?
Pietro, Mattia scares me.
Don't be scared, I'm sure
as he grows up he'll change.
I do have friends.
Mattia!
I'm going to a party Saturday.
Good!
A party?
Sh*t!
Don't worry, I'll go talk to him.
Open up, open up.
Will someone get the door?
You're early.
I know.
- An hour early.
- Yes, I know.
- Can I come in?
- No.
I need to pee.
- You said you'd buzz from downstairs.
- Yes, I know.
- At 5:
00.- Yes, but I have to pee.
It'll be a long ride.
We have no bathroom.
No bathroom?
Let me in.
Move!
Why are we whispering?
I've never been here.
No.
Why?
Bathroom's at the end of the hall.
No, no.
Sorry.
Alice, how are you?
- How nice to see you, it's been ages!
- Yes.
- How are you?
- Fine, and you?
Very well.
- You've never been here?
- No.
In all these years,
you've never come into our house!
Your grumpy friend
never invited you!
How rude!
- You're so pretty there.
- I was pretty when I was young.
How's your mom?
So-so.
Be strong.
You need to be strong
for your dad too.
- Who's the girl?
- Michela.
Mattia's sister.
Mattia has never mentioned Michela?
- Never?
- No.
Mattia's going to Germany.
He didn't mention that either?
- Yes, he did.
- No, he didn't.
Yes, he did.
Let's go.
Goodbye.
Bye, mom.
Oh, poor princess!
Michela, put this on.
Michela!
Come on.
Yes, the fish are pretty,
but you're a duck not a fish.
Michela!
Why aren't you ready?
Where's dad?
Dunno.
Enough!
- Where's Michela?
- In her room.
Michela.
Ready?
You're still not ready? Come on!
Come on,
I told you to be a good girl!
Buck up!
- Well?
- We're going, hurry.
I don't feel like it.
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