LOL: Last One Laughing Italy (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - LOL - Chi ride è fuori Ep.6 - full transcript
The LOL timer is getting closer and closer to zero: there isn't much time left until the game's six hours are up and the few comedians left seem to withstand everything. But among moments of pure sensuality, unexpected returns to the scene, and a "playful" transformation of Katia Follesa, more than one will let a laugh loose. Who will be the winner of the first season of LOL?
LOL
LAST ONE LAUGHING ITALY
No!
No!
That's Elio.
Rotten bastard!
Shit! He resisted for worse things
and left over a "Hey, hey, hey."
I couldn't take it.
I don't know how I did it.
I couldn't take it anymore.
He told me that he wanted to laugh
while doing it.
Damn!
What happened?
I got lost.
I created a disaster.
Hey, hey, we have an elimination.
-I'm sad, in a way.
-Me, too.
-I'm serious.
-But I saw you suffering.
-I couldn't take it anymore.
-It was a relief. Do you want to see it?
I want to see it. I wasn't here.
You were chased by the witch.
Out of exhaustion...
This deserves a round of applause.
I love you.
I'm glad I was eliminated by one of
the strangest things to happen to me.
A man in black underwear,
wearing a wig and saying,
"Hey, hey, hey."
Frank, you've been officially eliminated.
You must leave the theater.
Well done, Frank, good job.
-See you in the control room.
-Yes.
Four of you remain.
Approximately one hour of game remains.
Good luck.
I turned around
and killed myself in front of him.
It was ritual suicide.
I can't resist Elio.
The theater
is getting emptier and emptier.
Red card for Frank Matano.
-Hey, hey, hey.
-No, okay.
What could I do?
Impossible.
Should I sit here?
LOL restarts. Who laughs is out.
Here we go.
-Come and get me, Ciro?
-What's Katia doing?
Hi. How do I grab you?
I'm a Barbie, I can't walk.
Ah, she's a Barbie.
Here's a Barbie.
What happened? Did I hurt you?
-What happened?
-Did I hurt you?
I needed Ciro's help,
and while he was lifting me,
because Barbie can't walk on her own,
he broke my rib.
We've got drama.
-Basically... There's just her.
-The show is for me. Come on.
-Lady...
-...and lady.
Lady!
We have an incredible guest
with us tonight. Join me on stage!
My God!
It's almost surreal
watching them from here.
They seem crazy.
-Are you stiff?
-I'm a Barbie, aren't I?
First of all, what's your name?
I'm Pasta Selection Barbie.
Pasta Selection Barbie. How old are you?
I turned 82 this year.
Can you close my legs?
I'm a little uncomfortable.
-Close them?
-Bend them.
Like this?
Tell us about the strange origin
of your name.
Why "Pasta Selection"?
Because, after all the names
were chosen for the other Barbies,
Wooden-Hair Barbie, Ass of Steel Barbie,
I thought that Pasta Selection
suited me best.
Congratulations. Congratulations, indeed.
The idea of Pasta Selection Barbie
is that Barbie is quite curvy and shapely.
Since I've recently become hot
after losing weight,
that doesn't work anymore.
I'd like to invite our lovely audience,
which is the two of you, on stage.
Here you can safely test
Pasta Selection Barbie's joints.
Give her a big round of applause!
-You can stand her up.
-Okay.
You can probably even
bend her in unnatural ways,
which only a Barbie can do.
After, you can take her out.
I'd leave her like this,
in the acute defecation posture.
Thank you. A final round of applause
to Pasta Selection Barbie!
Okay. Bye, Barbie.
Great.
I think this bit will be a hit in Japan.
In Japan!
Red!
-No!
-Red!
-It wasn't me.
-Me neither.
Who did something?
-How do I know?
-Did you laugh? No.
Here he is.
At this stage,
this could be a warning or an elimination.
Let's watch the video.
Great. I think this bit
will be a hit in Japan.
-My God.
-Oh, well.
Who am I?
-It's fair.
-Yes. On the Japan joke, she laughed.
-He says, "Japan..."
-Caterina,
-you've been warned like everyone else.
-Thanks.
I felt like I hadn't laughed since 1986,
and that little remark got me.
I thought, "Yeah, right."
I'm going to change after my performance.
-Remember, who laughs is out.
-Thanks, Fedez.
-Thank you.
-Bye.
She was good, but it happens.
A yellow card for Caterina Guzzanti.
All remaining competitors
are at risk of elimination.
Let's start the final hour
of the competition.
Five, four, three, two, one...
Fuck!
Good luck! One hour remaining.
The last hour. Let's celebrate!
Personally, I'm exhausted.
Only one hour of LOL remains.
Thanks for the reminder, Federer.
-I'm pressing a random button.
-Okay.
Listening test, Shitty Flute.
Listen quietly.
It's a flute played badly.
-Elio looks like a lady.
-He looks like Frida Kahlo.
Why?
Did she pass out?
She's passed out.
Did we blow in the same trumpet, Elio?
I'm afraid so. So we exchanged fluids.
-Did you change the mouthpiece?
-I did not.
-Not at all.
-It's too late, we exchanged fluids.
Look at Ciro!
It was hard for me when we started
talking about mouthpieces and fluids.
How did you solve the fluids situation?
We didn't solve it.
Now, when I knock on that door,
you two will help me.
He's in killer mode now.
Come. Here.
This is somewhere in between
an infomercial and a show.
It's a mobile toilet.
I created this Hybrid Toilet.
It's hybrid because it works
with electricity but also with...
-It's intuitive.
-...a reworking of its contents.
Only jealous people would call
the Hybrid Toilet "fugly."
But it's Toilet Hybrid.
Not two, but three benefits,
because you don't need
to stop at rest stops to go to the toilet.
And you speed up,
however temporarily, thanks
to the recycling of the materials in...
I'm not very good yet.
Elio!
Is it practical
to have toilet paper at the front?
It was impossible to put it in the back.
-May I?
-Sure.
-Can I go, ladies?
-Sure.
Where do your kids sit
when you go get them from school?
For now, you can squeeze one
inside the toilet.
What is he doing?
-He's gone crazy.
-Nice, Elio.
Toilet Hybrid.
I think this was
the cherry on top of my time here.
-Mine was Barbie.
-Yours was Barbie.
-Did you put the cherry on top?
-I'm going now.
Once we've all put the cherry on top,
we can start laughing...
I had one gag that I wanted to try
before I died,
-and I did it. Now I can die happy.
-Barbie?
-It's Miss Italy.
-Ah, Miss Italy.
Guys, I'm seriously boiling.
What is it?
-Maybe he was hot.
-Yes, too hot.
MISS ITALY
-Here we go.
-Good evening.
-Hello.
-Oh, my God.
Sorry. I'm a bit excited
because of this great audience.
But since I knew there was no host,
I wrote the questions myself.
-Thanks.
-I'll do it.
Thanks.
I wanted to thank
all the Salsomaggiore baths
for voting for me.
A big hug to Mr. Mirigliani,
who was like a granddad.
And Mrs. Loren and Mrs. Lollobrigida,
who I know has trained her hand
for the role of Mother Teresa of Gallura.
What does it mean?
-You mean, tried her hand?
-Congratulations.
And a hug for my hometown, Sacrofano,
and all the people who supported me
so warmly, so kindly,
but really so distantly.
Do you have any aspirations, Miss Italy?
It would be making movies.
I know it's difficult, it's a lot of work,
learning yourself by heart,
waking up in the morning. It's hard.
I might be young, but I'm not a fool.
Right. She's right.
Miss Italy, do you have an interest
in the arts?
I really like reading.
So much so
that I once read both The Betrothed.
They're crazy.
-Both of them.
-Renzo and Lucia.
-Lucina.
-Lucina.
Renzo and Lucina. Two books.
Do you have a secret
to being so beautiful, Miss Italy?
Kiwi.
Kiwi is very important in life.
Don't forget it, because I've heard
that kiwi has as much amyl acid as steak.
-Thanks, bye.
-Miss Italy!
-Amazing.
-You've been so nice.
Amazing.
-They're not giving in.
-We need an idea.
-Let's send one of them in.
-Of course, or we'll spend our life here.
-Frank.
-Yes?
-Do you want to take the stage?
-Sure.
The heavy artillery.
-Okay.
-Go, go.
Go, Frank! Knock them dead!
-Here we go.
-Hi, Elio.
-Bastard!
-I can laugh now.
What a bastard!
You're real assholes.
How can you look at his face
and not laugh?
-What a bastard!
-I came to brighten things up.
Focus on someone else!
Why do you have to pick on me?
Pick on someone else!
Red!
Who was it?
It might have been me.
I'll go.
I almost feel guilty
because we sent him in.
You sent in this suicide bomber.
Let's watch the video.
Hi, Elio.
-Bastard.
-I can laugh now.
What a bastard! Focus on someone else!
Why do you have to pick on me?
No, Elio!
-Elio.
-Thanks.
You are eliminated from LOL.
Bye. Good luck, everyone.
-Elio, the exit is over there.
-Thanks, you are so funny.
Three of you remain.
I'd like to say something nice,
but it will be a fight to the death,
so good luck.
Bye, guys.
My journey in the theater
has been a good one.
They sent in a suicide bomber.
It was impossible to resist.
With Elio out,
only Katia, Caterina and Ciro remain.
-Here he is.
-Here I am, guys.
What a team, guys.
I'm happy. It feels like it's been days.
He made me laugh, I made him laugh.
We're ready to spend a lifetime together.
How I love you...
Yes, he loves me, but in the end,
after being eliminated, he came to get me.
Let's restart LOL. Who laughs is out.
-The human zipper.
-Are you laughing?
-A lot.
-Yes.
How can I make you laugh?
They had achieved this mystical state,
like gurus.
They wouldn't have laughed
if Woody Allen fell from the sky
speaking with Sandra Milo's accent.
It would take something shocking,
very fast and unexpected.
-Do you want to...
-Let's try.
Let's try. Go.
-Go, go.
-You can do it, Lillo.
The Daft Punk are here.
I'm Lillo.
Well, nothing...
Think about it for a second.
Also because I've done it before.
-We already saw it.
-Maybe this works better.
I'm Lillo.
That's over.
Congratulations, guys. You're strong.
-Bye, Lillo.
-Very strong.
What a crazy exit.
It's impossible.
He was too arrogant, though.
No, he was humble.
Okay, so he wasn't arrogant.
I change my mind very easily.
-It was great.
-Sorry, guys.
-We died in here.
-They're like statues now.
They're like statues now.
Go, try it.
I'm Lillo.
They were psychologically abused people
over there, so...
Bye.
-It went great.
-You were good, though.
I'm Fedez.
They couldn't have recognized me,
Fedez and I are identical.
Fit, slender.
Holy shit.
-Bravo, Lillo.
-I swear, it was incredible.
They're not human anymore.
They have an empty look.
It's amazing that Fedez's shirt fit.
At that point, we were proud.
We wanted to show we wouldn't laugh.
And we did.
Eight, seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one...
What, is it finished already?
Maybe there's a trick
and the game isn't over.
-What happens now, Fedez?
-Something I didn't want to do.
I'll go.
Hi. Time is up, as you've noticed.
In LOL, it's important not to laugh,
but also to be active
and participate in the game
and make your competitors laugh.
Of the three of you,
someone did more, someone did less.
Unfortunately, I have to eliminate
the person who caused less damage.
Caterina, you've been great,
but unfortunately
-you have been eliminated.
-Oh, no, I have to leave. No!
-Unbelievable.
-A round of applause for Caterina.
-She was really amazing.
-Bravo!
I've never seen Caterina move a muscle.
This is the only way she could go.
Ciro, Katia, you are officially finalists.
Overtime begins.
-Good luck in the finale.
-Good luck.
If you tell me not to laugh, I won't.
But entertaining...
I'm not over-the-top enough
to be proactive in these situations.
Caterina wasn't effective enough,
so she's been eliminated.
-Here she is.
-Here she is.
I said she would be a tough one.
Katia and Ciro, stand opposite each other.
I will officially begin
the final face-off.
You're partners by now.
Enjoy a fantastic slow dance.
-Nice!
-Nice!
To think that he just broke her ribs.
I bet they'll French kiss.
Look. Do you see?
You nailed it!
Great!
I let myself go
in a sensual and exaggerated way,
and yet I didn't move a thing,
not just laughter.
I repeat, Ciro, nothing moved.
She's good at this.
I held on to a deep sense of sadness.
The desire to poop
and the awareness
that I couldn't poop any time soon.
-Guys, this is getting dramatic.
-Can I go with checkout four?
-I could get a divorce.
-It's a game, though.
Holy shit, they'll never laugh.
-Have you ever seen turtles mating?
-No.
Nobody was trying jokes anymore.
I tried to find something unexpected.
The turtles move closer.
One reaches the other.
-Yes.
-And goes...
No way. That's their call?
-Mara, you're our last hope.
-Holy shit.
-Go get them.
-I'll try.
It seems pretty tiring, too.
Okay, guys, I'm sick of your shit.
Can't you laugh and get it over with
instead of busting my balls?
"I'm sick of your shit. Go away, go home."
We all thought that.
Maybe you don't laugh
because you don't understand shit.
-Do you know we're in Eurovision?
-That's delirious.
Delirious.
I'm sick of your shit.
She was angry,
but even with Mara we didn't give in.
You tried, Mara. You tried.
She came back disappointed.
I heard her mumbling, "Shit,
they never laugh, I busted my balls..."
Nothing. Not even Mara.
I'm tired of them. They're confused.
If you had to dedicate your potential
victory to someone, who would it be?
To my wife and daughter.
If your daughter walked through
that door, what would she say?
Daddy!
Give me a hug.
-She has a lisp.
-Ah.
A small smirk, but still a smirk!
That's a red card.
Guys...
-I didn't laugh.
-You didn't. Did I?
-I don't think so.
-So what's happening?
I don't know. Maybe my face
made him laugh, or maybe not.
-Are you there?
-Yes.
-Hey!
-Hey!
-Guys.
-What's up?
It's a photo finish, for sure.
A small, imperceptible smirk,
but a big smirk for LOL.
Let's take a look.
If your daughter walked through that door,
what would she say?
Daddy! Give me a hug.
-She has a lisp.
-Ah.
Yes.
The winner of LOL is Ciro!
Bravo!
-Ciro, the prize.
-Thanks.
And this is the check for 100,000 euros.
Bravo!
Speaking of kids,
you soften up a bit, too,
and show a hint of a little laugh of joy.
And that screwed me.
-Thanks.
-Bravo, Ciro.
I want to donate this money
to ActionAid, a nonprofit
that's been active for many years.
The Jackal have collaborated
with them a lot, and we still do.
Let's get a photo together.
-Okay.
-Thanks, Frank.
Go on.
Get in, everybody.
LAST ONE LAUGHING ITALY
No!
No!
That's Elio.
Rotten bastard!
Shit! He resisted for worse things
and left over a "Hey, hey, hey."
I couldn't take it.
I don't know how I did it.
I couldn't take it anymore.
He told me that he wanted to laugh
while doing it.
Damn!
What happened?
I got lost.
I created a disaster.
Hey, hey, we have an elimination.
-I'm sad, in a way.
-Me, too.
-I'm serious.
-But I saw you suffering.
-I couldn't take it anymore.
-It was a relief. Do you want to see it?
I want to see it. I wasn't here.
You were chased by the witch.
Out of exhaustion...
This deserves a round of applause.
I love you.
I'm glad I was eliminated by one of
the strangest things to happen to me.
A man in black underwear,
wearing a wig and saying,
"Hey, hey, hey."
Frank, you've been officially eliminated.
You must leave the theater.
Well done, Frank, good job.
-See you in the control room.
-Yes.
Four of you remain.
Approximately one hour of game remains.
Good luck.
I turned around
and killed myself in front of him.
It was ritual suicide.
I can't resist Elio.
The theater
is getting emptier and emptier.
Red card for Frank Matano.
-Hey, hey, hey.
-No, okay.
What could I do?
Impossible.
Should I sit here?
LOL restarts. Who laughs is out.
Here we go.
-Come and get me, Ciro?
-What's Katia doing?
Hi. How do I grab you?
I'm a Barbie, I can't walk.
Ah, she's a Barbie.
Here's a Barbie.
What happened? Did I hurt you?
-What happened?
-Did I hurt you?
I needed Ciro's help,
and while he was lifting me,
because Barbie can't walk on her own,
he broke my rib.
We've got drama.
-Basically... There's just her.
-The show is for me. Come on.
-Lady...
-...and lady.
Lady!
We have an incredible guest
with us tonight. Join me on stage!
My God!
It's almost surreal
watching them from here.
They seem crazy.
-Are you stiff?
-I'm a Barbie, aren't I?
First of all, what's your name?
I'm Pasta Selection Barbie.
Pasta Selection Barbie. How old are you?
I turned 82 this year.
Can you close my legs?
I'm a little uncomfortable.
-Close them?
-Bend them.
Like this?
Tell us about the strange origin
of your name.
Why "Pasta Selection"?
Because, after all the names
were chosen for the other Barbies,
Wooden-Hair Barbie, Ass of Steel Barbie,
I thought that Pasta Selection
suited me best.
Congratulations. Congratulations, indeed.
The idea of Pasta Selection Barbie
is that Barbie is quite curvy and shapely.
Since I've recently become hot
after losing weight,
that doesn't work anymore.
I'd like to invite our lovely audience,
which is the two of you, on stage.
Here you can safely test
Pasta Selection Barbie's joints.
Give her a big round of applause!
-You can stand her up.
-Okay.
You can probably even
bend her in unnatural ways,
which only a Barbie can do.
After, you can take her out.
I'd leave her like this,
in the acute defecation posture.
Thank you. A final round of applause
to Pasta Selection Barbie!
Okay. Bye, Barbie.
Great.
I think this bit will be a hit in Japan.
In Japan!
Red!
-No!
-Red!
-It wasn't me.
-Me neither.
Who did something?
-How do I know?
-Did you laugh? No.
Here he is.
At this stage,
this could be a warning or an elimination.
Let's watch the video.
Great. I think this bit
will be a hit in Japan.
-My God.
-Oh, well.
Who am I?
-It's fair.
-Yes. On the Japan joke, she laughed.
-He says, "Japan..."
-Caterina,
-you've been warned like everyone else.
-Thanks.
I felt like I hadn't laughed since 1986,
and that little remark got me.
I thought, "Yeah, right."
I'm going to change after my performance.
-Remember, who laughs is out.
-Thanks, Fedez.
-Thank you.
-Bye.
She was good, but it happens.
A yellow card for Caterina Guzzanti.
All remaining competitors
are at risk of elimination.
Let's start the final hour
of the competition.
Five, four, three, two, one...
Fuck!
Good luck! One hour remaining.
The last hour. Let's celebrate!
Personally, I'm exhausted.
Only one hour of LOL remains.
Thanks for the reminder, Federer.
-I'm pressing a random button.
-Okay.
Listening test, Shitty Flute.
Listen quietly.
It's a flute played badly.
-Elio looks like a lady.
-He looks like Frida Kahlo.
Why?
Did she pass out?
She's passed out.
Did we blow in the same trumpet, Elio?
I'm afraid so. So we exchanged fluids.
-Did you change the mouthpiece?
-I did not.
-Not at all.
-It's too late, we exchanged fluids.
Look at Ciro!
It was hard for me when we started
talking about mouthpieces and fluids.
How did you solve the fluids situation?
We didn't solve it.
Now, when I knock on that door,
you two will help me.
He's in killer mode now.
Come. Here.
This is somewhere in between
an infomercial and a show.
It's a mobile toilet.
I created this Hybrid Toilet.
It's hybrid because it works
with electricity but also with...
-It's intuitive.
-...a reworking of its contents.
Only jealous people would call
the Hybrid Toilet "fugly."
But it's Toilet Hybrid.
Not two, but three benefits,
because you don't need
to stop at rest stops to go to the toilet.
And you speed up,
however temporarily, thanks
to the recycling of the materials in...
I'm not very good yet.
Elio!
Is it practical
to have toilet paper at the front?
It was impossible to put it in the back.
-May I?
-Sure.
-Can I go, ladies?
-Sure.
Where do your kids sit
when you go get them from school?
For now, you can squeeze one
inside the toilet.
What is he doing?
-He's gone crazy.
-Nice, Elio.
Toilet Hybrid.
I think this was
the cherry on top of my time here.
-Mine was Barbie.
-Yours was Barbie.
-Did you put the cherry on top?
-I'm going now.
Once we've all put the cherry on top,
we can start laughing...
I had one gag that I wanted to try
before I died,
-and I did it. Now I can die happy.
-Barbie?
-It's Miss Italy.
-Ah, Miss Italy.
Guys, I'm seriously boiling.
What is it?
-Maybe he was hot.
-Yes, too hot.
MISS ITALY
-Here we go.
-Good evening.
-Hello.
-Oh, my God.
Sorry. I'm a bit excited
because of this great audience.
But since I knew there was no host,
I wrote the questions myself.
-Thanks.
-I'll do it.
Thanks.
I wanted to thank
all the Salsomaggiore baths
for voting for me.
A big hug to Mr. Mirigliani,
who was like a granddad.
And Mrs. Loren and Mrs. Lollobrigida,
who I know has trained her hand
for the role of Mother Teresa of Gallura.
What does it mean?
-You mean, tried her hand?
-Congratulations.
And a hug for my hometown, Sacrofano,
and all the people who supported me
so warmly, so kindly,
but really so distantly.
Do you have any aspirations, Miss Italy?
It would be making movies.
I know it's difficult, it's a lot of work,
learning yourself by heart,
waking up in the morning. It's hard.
I might be young, but I'm not a fool.
Right. She's right.
Miss Italy, do you have an interest
in the arts?
I really like reading.
So much so
that I once read both The Betrothed.
They're crazy.
-Both of them.
-Renzo and Lucia.
-Lucina.
-Lucina.
Renzo and Lucina. Two books.
Do you have a secret
to being so beautiful, Miss Italy?
Kiwi.
Kiwi is very important in life.
Don't forget it, because I've heard
that kiwi has as much amyl acid as steak.
-Thanks, bye.
-Miss Italy!
-Amazing.
-You've been so nice.
Amazing.
-They're not giving in.
-We need an idea.
-Let's send one of them in.
-Of course, or we'll spend our life here.
-Frank.
-Yes?
-Do you want to take the stage?
-Sure.
The heavy artillery.
-Okay.
-Go, go.
Go, Frank! Knock them dead!
-Here we go.
-Hi, Elio.
-Bastard!
-I can laugh now.
What a bastard!
You're real assholes.
How can you look at his face
and not laugh?
-What a bastard!
-I came to brighten things up.
Focus on someone else!
Why do you have to pick on me?
Pick on someone else!
Red!
Who was it?
It might have been me.
I'll go.
I almost feel guilty
because we sent him in.
You sent in this suicide bomber.
Let's watch the video.
Hi, Elio.
-Bastard.
-I can laugh now.
What a bastard! Focus on someone else!
Why do you have to pick on me?
No, Elio!
-Elio.
-Thanks.
You are eliminated from LOL.
Bye. Good luck, everyone.
-Elio, the exit is over there.
-Thanks, you are so funny.
Three of you remain.
I'd like to say something nice,
but it will be a fight to the death,
so good luck.
Bye, guys.
My journey in the theater
has been a good one.
They sent in a suicide bomber.
It was impossible to resist.
With Elio out,
only Katia, Caterina and Ciro remain.
-Here he is.
-Here I am, guys.
What a team, guys.
I'm happy. It feels like it's been days.
He made me laugh, I made him laugh.
We're ready to spend a lifetime together.
How I love you...
Yes, he loves me, but in the end,
after being eliminated, he came to get me.
Let's restart LOL. Who laughs is out.
-The human zipper.
-Are you laughing?
-A lot.
-Yes.
How can I make you laugh?
They had achieved this mystical state,
like gurus.
They wouldn't have laughed
if Woody Allen fell from the sky
speaking with Sandra Milo's accent.
It would take something shocking,
very fast and unexpected.
-Do you want to...
-Let's try.
Let's try. Go.
-Go, go.
-You can do it, Lillo.
The Daft Punk are here.
I'm Lillo.
Well, nothing...
Think about it for a second.
Also because I've done it before.
-We already saw it.
-Maybe this works better.
I'm Lillo.
That's over.
Congratulations, guys. You're strong.
-Bye, Lillo.
-Very strong.
What a crazy exit.
It's impossible.
He was too arrogant, though.
No, he was humble.
Okay, so he wasn't arrogant.
I change my mind very easily.
-It was great.
-Sorry, guys.
-We died in here.
-They're like statues now.
They're like statues now.
Go, try it.
I'm Lillo.
They were psychologically abused people
over there, so...
Bye.
-It went great.
-You were good, though.
I'm Fedez.
They couldn't have recognized me,
Fedez and I are identical.
Fit, slender.
Holy shit.
-Bravo, Lillo.
-I swear, it was incredible.
They're not human anymore.
They have an empty look.
It's amazing that Fedez's shirt fit.
At that point, we were proud.
We wanted to show we wouldn't laugh.
And we did.
Eight, seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one...
What, is it finished already?
Maybe there's a trick
and the game isn't over.
-What happens now, Fedez?
-Something I didn't want to do.
I'll go.
Hi. Time is up, as you've noticed.
In LOL, it's important not to laugh,
but also to be active
and participate in the game
and make your competitors laugh.
Of the three of you,
someone did more, someone did less.
Unfortunately, I have to eliminate
the person who caused less damage.
Caterina, you've been great,
but unfortunately
-you have been eliminated.
-Oh, no, I have to leave. No!
-Unbelievable.
-A round of applause for Caterina.
-She was really amazing.
-Bravo!
I've never seen Caterina move a muscle.
This is the only way she could go.
Ciro, Katia, you are officially finalists.
Overtime begins.
-Good luck in the finale.
-Good luck.
If you tell me not to laugh, I won't.
But entertaining...
I'm not over-the-top enough
to be proactive in these situations.
Caterina wasn't effective enough,
so she's been eliminated.
-Here she is.
-Here she is.
I said she would be a tough one.
Katia and Ciro, stand opposite each other.
I will officially begin
the final face-off.
You're partners by now.
Enjoy a fantastic slow dance.
-Nice!
-Nice!
To think that he just broke her ribs.
I bet they'll French kiss.
Look. Do you see?
You nailed it!
Great!
I let myself go
in a sensual and exaggerated way,
and yet I didn't move a thing,
not just laughter.
I repeat, Ciro, nothing moved.
She's good at this.
I held on to a deep sense of sadness.
The desire to poop
and the awareness
that I couldn't poop any time soon.
-Guys, this is getting dramatic.
-Can I go with checkout four?
-I could get a divorce.
-It's a game, though.
Holy shit, they'll never laugh.
-Have you ever seen turtles mating?
-No.
Nobody was trying jokes anymore.
I tried to find something unexpected.
The turtles move closer.
One reaches the other.
-Yes.
-And goes...
No way. That's their call?
-Mara, you're our last hope.
-Holy shit.
-Go get them.
-I'll try.
It seems pretty tiring, too.
Okay, guys, I'm sick of your shit.
Can't you laugh and get it over with
instead of busting my balls?
"I'm sick of your shit. Go away, go home."
We all thought that.
Maybe you don't laugh
because you don't understand shit.
-Do you know we're in Eurovision?
-That's delirious.
Delirious.
I'm sick of your shit.
She was angry,
but even with Mara we didn't give in.
You tried, Mara. You tried.
She came back disappointed.
I heard her mumbling, "Shit,
they never laugh, I busted my balls..."
Nothing. Not even Mara.
I'm tired of them. They're confused.
If you had to dedicate your potential
victory to someone, who would it be?
To my wife and daughter.
If your daughter walked through
that door, what would she say?
Daddy!
Give me a hug.
-She has a lisp.
-Ah.
A small smirk, but still a smirk!
That's a red card.
Guys...
-I didn't laugh.
-You didn't. Did I?
-I don't think so.
-So what's happening?
I don't know. Maybe my face
made him laugh, or maybe not.
-Are you there?
-Yes.
-Hey!
-Hey!
-Guys.
-What's up?
It's a photo finish, for sure.
A small, imperceptible smirk,
but a big smirk for LOL.
Let's take a look.
If your daughter walked through that door,
what would she say?
Daddy! Give me a hug.
-She has a lisp.
-Ah.
Yes.
The winner of LOL is Ciro!
Bravo!
-Ciro, the prize.
-Thanks.
And this is the check for 100,000 euros.
Bravo!
Speaking of kids,
you soften up a bit, too,
and show a hint of a little laugh of joy.
And that screwed me.
-Thanks.
-Bravo, Ciro.
I want to donate this money
to ActionAid, a nonprofit
that's been active for many years.
The Jackal have collaborated
with them a lot, and we still do.
Let's get a photo together.
-Okay.
-Thanks, Frank.
Go on.
Get in, everybody.