Imagine a room full of molecules, type A and type B, with a high internal level of energy.
When small molecule A collides with big molecule B, it becomes swallowed up to form molecule C.
But molecule C is unstable and splits into two smaller molecules, molecule D and another molecule A,
which is then able to collide with other molecules and so on...
Once the chain reaction has been triggered, it feeds itself until all type A molecules are exhausted.
A room full of molecules
So, Chiara, Emma, welcome to my home.
It seems you'll be staying here with me for a while until your mother comes back.
If she comes back. And anyway, call me Skemmy.
Ok, Skemmy. Of course she'll be back.
So to avoid any unpleasant reactions we'll just have to mimimize energy and entropy, do you agree?
[speaking with thick Russian accent] Here philanthropy not important, only thing important is room.
Here is living room which become bedroom of Silvia.
Here is study which stay study. Follow me.
Here is bathroom, no water taking around, or towels and panties.
And here is bedroom of Silvia which become bedroom of Chiara and Emma.
Skemmy.
Ok, Skinny.
Here is kitchen, you not coming in if I preparing something
and no drinking capitalist drinks before have dinner.
- All understand? Questions? - Where's the TV then?
Asking goood question, Scummy!
And easy answer, no TV. Silvia hating TV.
Enough tour, Soviet delicacy ready for you.
Mrs Vittoria, here Olga. Over.
Olga, at last! Well? Have they arrived? Come on, tell me all the news.
Yes, Mrs Vittoria, arrived at 11.32...
or maybe 11.35...
Never mind what time it was!
Just tell me what they said about their mother.
Big daughter with dark hair, name is Chiara
but not want me say it, telling me call her Skally...
Have you been drinking, Olga? I can't understand a word you're saying.
Tell me about my sister-in-law. Has she called? Did she leave a message for the girls? A letter? A note?
Nothing, Mrs Vittoria.
Squalid talking all funny and little one not speaking, only drawing.
Nobody knows nothing, not even police.
You're not being at all helpful today.
Try and find out something interesting and call me tomorrow at the usual time.
Not any earlier. I have to face a lift in the car with the ladies after the book reading.
Message received, Mrs Vittoria. Tomorrow I calling and referring.
Uhhm, Mrs Vittoria, I know I must not saying this, but...
What is it, Olga? Have you remembered something? Go on!
Don't do face-lift, Mrs Vittoria. You already nice, also with wrinkly face.
Thank you, Angelo, it's been really a lovely evening.
Well, celebrating your promotion was the least I could do.
But we could always carry on if you let me come up.
Come on, don't start that again. I need some rest tonight.
From tomorrow it's going to be pretty busy at work, with no more time for distractions.
Nighty night.
What do you want?
Stop being a pain. She can call if she wants.
I've run out of credit on my mobile, and I couldn't care less anyway.
Go to sleep.
I'd like to be able to see myself from outside, while I'm sleeping
while I'm having all those complicated thoughts about what others are thinking.
If you could be somewhere else right now, where would you choose to be?