A young Sicilian man immigrates to New York in the years leading up to WWII. After he enlists in the Army, he finds himself fighting against his own family. S1E1: "La Tartuca" Written by Max Russo SUPER: Cefalù, Palermo, Sicily, Italy, 1919 Boats move on top of gentle waves A bird perches on La Tartuca, the family boat, savors the moment to dry his feathers and enjoy the view A rock flies at the bird, nearly missing him. The bird flutters away Luca, 11, teaches younger brother Marco, 8, how to use a slingshot, both giggle behind their partially ajar bedroom window facing the water INT. kitchen Niccolo (father) ceases pouring his coffee, rolls eyes He makes eye contact with Gloria (mother) and sighs They proceed to the boys' bedroom and open the door. Gloria yanks both of their ears and they wail The slingshot falls to the ground Gloria Wasn't planning on cooking seagull tonight, boys. She kneels down, grabs the slingshot and gently tucks it into her apron, gazes at the boys with equal parts pity and admiration. The boys nurse their ears on the floor Niccolo For Christ's sake! We're pescatori, not uccellatori. Luca Maybe you are, but I still haven't been out on the boat! Niccolo, smiling wryly Tell you what, Luca. I'll take you out on the boat right now. Luca Oh Papa, you mean it? Niccolo, emphatically leading his son out of the bedroom Sure! And you ain't coming off until that mark you left is well sanded and painted over. How does that sound? Luca It was Marco! Niccolo Right, he just taught himself I suppose. Niccolo nudges him out the door. Luca groans and glares at Marco Gloria, to Marco It wasn't the worst shot I've ever seen. Marco Thanks. Gloria Go on and see if those two could use some help. Marco eagerly makes his way to La Tartuca EXT. Dollhouse of Marco running through the threshold out onto the beach, joining up alongside Niccolo and Luca Luca I just didn't want that bird shitting all over our boat, Pop. Niccolo, swiftly tapping the rear of his skull