Rome, to the present day. Ettore lives alone in his apartment, aseptic and bare by now, seems on the verge of having to abandon him. The phone rings incessantly, but Jui does not answer. A neighbor warns him that the landlord, Mr. Gennaro, has been trying to contact him for days.
Ettore wanders around the city in search of comfort perhaps and a comparison, or maybe and just on the run.
Unfortunately the only friend he finds and his television, one of the few things left in the apartment. Mae futile try to change channel, in those days the media do not talk about anything else: the previous night a Juvenile Reception Center for migrants was stormed by a group of residents of! neighborhood that hosts it. The anger and despair of the residents is caused, says the tv, by episodes of robberies and rapes for which it seems that the migrants guests of! centre. The tension is high, the images and stories that come out of the tv are chilling, they speak of anger, of exasperation, of a population at the extreme and limit of endurance. Ettore seems very interested in that story, perhaps in those people who scream their despair and ma!contento revisits something familiar, revisits his loneliness and marginalization, revisits a system that abandoned him as it did with the inhabitants of that neighborhood. In the throes of excitement, or fear, he builds an improvised weapon and begins to wander the neighborhood. None clear what he’s looking for, maybe an escape from what awaits him, a confrontation with the homeowner who wants to evict him, or a relief valve.
Back at home he has a new and decisive comparison with the images and news that come from tv: a man interviewed, with whom he seems to particularly empathize, complains that the state has abandoned him, without a home and a pension, while those migrant boys de! center it seems that everything is granted . Cosl say the TVs, they talk about daily subsidies, hotels, smartphones, hotels. All that Hector is denied: the help of! outside world. More and more. exasperated spills back into the street, al!looking for something or someone to vent his anger with. He locates a black boy, probably of African origin, approaches him and invites him to his house under a pretext. It is not clear whether out of respect or need the boy follows him, but once they enter the apartment Ettore hits the boy with the weapon he had built, stuns him and takes him into his living room. But what are Hector’s true intentions? Home want from that guy? The answer comes unexpected, unsettling, and leads us to reconsider what we had understood about Ettore up to that moment and the relationship he had with the news that I bombard from tv.