After overcoming a terrible crisis, Mario and Roberto are finally serene. They devote themselves to their children and grandchildren. While it comes natural to Roby, Mario begins to suffer from the daily routine. Roberto notices and not wanting to lose him, decides to indulge him when he admits that he wants to leave. They travel, visit the world; Asia, Australia, Africa, always with Mario's adventurous spirit, not following the “usual” itineraries. Thus they discover wild Australia, secret Asia and true Africa, ending the trip with an on-the-road in America. Mario shows him the places that meant the most to him, for his growth... until Roberto becomes enchanted by the Big Apple. They decide to settle in New York for a while. A big mistake!
Mario thinks he is safe, and forgets the most important lesson of his late friend Brandon: never let your guard down, never take anything for granted! In fact, they recognize him and he gets involved in a great intrigue. The search for the mafia's treasure! A billion dollars that only one person knows where they are hidden: DAVON! The man who forced him to run away from what he considered his new life. Who caused a series of events that changed his life. And whom he is compelled, due to the goodness of his heart, to help. Will he manage to extricate himself this time as well, or will the final mission prove fatal?
Interview
with Roberto
As a boy, I had many dreams and ideals. Goals. Thanks to the
upbringing I received from my parents, humble people who
have always worked and have been honest and selfless, I had
the strength to distinguish myself. Today, I have everything
I dreamed of, I have achieved all the goals I set for
myself, but my greatest regret, which will accompany me
until the end of my days, is having made my wonderful family
suffer. And it's not true that it's not my fault. I had to
be stronger, I had to snap out of it. I was in a sort of
abyss, from which I couldn't get out of. I suffered for that
betrayal, but it is nothing compared to the pain I felt by
neglecting my loved ones and the pain I caused them. I
reached the climax that night with Nick. I still can't give
myself an explanation for how I behaved. Until then, despite
everything, I had never raised a finger against them. Maybe
Nick is right. Those beatings were something I wanted to
inflict on myself, but I have no excuse. Fortunately,
sometimes miracles happen. An angel, that night, began to
pull me out of that abyss that was swallowing me up. Not
just saying… now you have to do so because it's right. No.
That way, everything would have gone back to the way it was.
He showed me the the right path, he made me find the exit on
my own, he made me understand what I had and what I was
doing, forcing me to draw my own conclusions. The night I
beat my son and he intervened, I was so furious that I tried
to attack him several times, but he didn't hurt me even
though he could have. He would stop my attacks without
reacting, without hitting me to defend himself. I marveled
to the point of running away. When my family left the house,
I took the first step. I began to think more clearly about
Nick, about what I had done to him, even if I still couldn't
understand him well. I took another small step towards the
light, when we met for the second time, at the villa on the
coast. Even then I tried to hit him and he didn't react. He
stopped me but didn't hurt me. I was struck by the calmness
he showed. He faced me head on and forced me, with his
serenity, to listen to him. And he made me wonder, but I
thought… what does he want from us? Why does he interfere?
G.D. also helped me a lot. The same story, but with a
different ending. Learning what had happened to his son and
how he felt responsible almost made me think about suicide.
I was sick with worry it could happen to my son too. Then
there was the episode at the club. Never, ever, would I have
imagined doing such a thing and behaving so badly in the
end. That opened my eyes. I had been with a man! How could I
at that point, despise my son so much? But the path was
still long and arduous. I was amazed at how he empathized
with me, managing to understand what I was feeling and
finding a way to make me understand. He treated me harshly,
his decisive manner, throwing reality in my face, upset me.
I have always been a self-confident, authoritative, decisive
man, but in front of him I became an insecure person, I felt
the need for his guidance and slowly I was no longer able to
be without him. He taught me that expressing your feelings,
even crying, doesn't mean showing yourself as weak, actually
it can be good for you. And I made him suffer. I can
imagine, because I lived it, how it could have been for him,
having me by his side and not being able to have me. He
immediately understood that were made for each other, but he
didn't take advantage of my weaknesses, the opposite, he
said several times that for the good of my family he would
step aside, suffering, but for him seeing us happy was more
important than his own happiness. I have always been an
impulsive person, we are similar in this aspect, who always
followed his instincts, but he has the ability to always be
lucid and understand what is the right thing to do. I made
him suffer so much, physically and emotionally. He almost
died twice because of me, but he never complained. Even when
I was drugged and deceived he thought of my happiness,
giving up his own. I will never forget his sad eyes, when I
saw him on TV digging through the ruins to help others. That
phrase he said to you before leaving... “I died on July
1st”, was like a stab in the heart. Luckily you and him were
there. What an exceptional person and how lucky I, we, have
been to meet him. Thank you my love!