First attempt at a true beginning: EXT. Cefalù, Palermo, Sicily, Italy, 1919 boats moving on top of gentle waves A bird perches on a boat, taking a moment to dry his feathers and enjoy the view A rock flies at the bird, nearly missing him. The bird flutters away Luca, 7 is teaching younger brother Marco, 4 how to use a slingshot, they giggle behind their partially ajar bedroom window facing the water INT. kitchen Niccolo (father) ceases pouring his coffee, rolls eyes, 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, gazing 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 uccellatore. Luca Maybe you are, but I still haven't been out on Il Delfino! Niccolo, smiling wryly Tell you what, Luca. I'll take you out on the boat right now. Luca Oh Papa, you mean it? Niccolo Sure! And you ain't coming off until that mark you left is well sanded and painted over. How does that sound? He emphatically leads his son out of the bedroom. Luca It was Marco! Niccolo Right, he just taught himself I suppose. Niccolo nudges him out the door. Luca groans. Gloria It wasn't the worst shot I've ever seen. Marco Thanks. Gloria Go on and see if your brother could use some help. Marco eagerly makes his way to Il Delfino Gloria gazes out the window at Niccolo, Luca & Marco as if to invite a series-within-a-series