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How could I not love her?

She's my mother,
and she's wonderful.

But she's Greek.

A Greek mother is like
a conventional Jewish mother,

except everything's drenched
in olive oil and tragedy.

Overbearing, possessive,
always scheming.

She's a control freak.

She uses food
and guilt like weapons.

And yet, she's radically kind.

Crazy loving,
tremendously caring.

And generous, I mean,
overwhelmingly generous.

Warm.

But she lies.

She lies all the time.

-All the time.
-All the time.

All the time.

All the time.

She would give money
to my friends,

so they would hang out
with me.

She once told me
if I walked barefoot,

I couldn't get pregnant.

Now I always wear socks.

When I was a child,
she once got all the labels

on my clothes to make me believe
I was a size four.

I was a size 14.

I really liked this boy.

She paid him $200
so that he would kiss me.

Completely untrue.

It was $100, and I offered him
free gyros for one month.

See? Who's the liar?

Uh, I'm not a shrink.

I'm a gynecologist.

Yep, gynecologist.

From the Greek word, "gyneca,"
which means "woman,"

which means you know women.

So tell me,
what's wrong with my daughter?

Ten times I call her today,

ten times
she does not answer the phone.

What can she be doing
that is so important

she will not answer
to her only mother?

Uh...

Sex.

Sex?

With whom? With whom?

If you're having sex,
you answer the phone.

You say, "Mama, I'm having sex.

I'm okay, I'll call you later."

If not, I have diarrhea.

Since antiquity,

Greek mothers
have haunted their daughters

with overbearing love
until the day they die.

And then,
the daughters miss them,

idealize them, and become them.

So basically, Greek mothers
get to live forever,

metaphorically speaking.

I have diarrhea
when I get stressed.

Except for my mother, Despina.

She literally survived
her own death.

My story starts
here in Greece.

Looks like paradise,
doesn't it?

-You know this word is filthy.
-Mm-hmm.

It's a dangerous world.

But we'll protect her, right?

- Meet young Despina.
- I will protect her.

She hadn't turned into
her own mother yet,

She is so tinny.

But all the signs
were already there.

Baby Ella.

Did you say "Ella"?

I though we agreed in Zoe.

No, no, we said "Ella."

When? At what time?

I told you
a thousand times, "Ella."

After the greatest
singer in earth Ella Fitzgerald.

And you know she was Greek.

My love,

-Ella Fitzgerald was not Greek.
-Yes, she was.

No, she wasn't.
She was not Greek.

-Yes, she was.
-Not at all.

She was one fifth Greek.

Where did you get
that number from?

-Here's the deal.
-Okay.

She had a car accident.
-All right.

After that she had
a blood transfusion.

Oh!

The guy that gave her the blood,
he was Greek.

So she's Greek. Yes.

Okay. Okay. You win.

You know I always win.

At that point,
I was totally unaware

that my mother is preparing
a lifelong attack of love

and terror
and extra virgin olive oil.

"The old vagabond finally
revealed himself

"to this very poor family,

"who gave him the only piece
of tiny bread they had left.

"He revealed himself as
one of the twelve Greek gods."

Now, do you know
which one it was?

King of the gods.
God of thunder.

-Law. Order.
-Zeus!

Bingo! First try, huh?

It must be lonely being a god.

Well, actually,
the gods are quite social,

according to legend.

One of their favorite activities
is to descend

from the peak
of Mount Olympus...

and meddle
in the lives of humans.

To help them?

Possibly.

But usually it's just
to mess with their destiny.

But why would they do that?

Mostly to win a bet.

They're really bad gamblers,
like your mom.

They throw money
everywhere, you know?

-How much money?
-Stop telling lies.

Time for a nap.

If she doesn't sleep,
you know what will happen?

She'll never grow.

I'm fine, Mama.
Stop worrying.

I'll stop worrying
when I'm dead.

Go to bed.

I'm gonna go
sleep with her, okay?

We talked about this.

She coughed twice.

She coughed twice?

-You need to go.
-Okay.

My mother was becoming
increasingly irrational,

obsessed with protecting me
from life and its perils.

While my dad remained
a warm source of strength,

encouraging me to dream boldly.

Kalimera!

Could we go see the Acropolis?

Are you crazy?

Sun is cancer.

You shouldn't live in Greece.

Tasso, quickly,
there is food in the truck.

-Please.
-With what we start, boss?

Start with quitting smoking.

This is cancer.
Cancer on a stick, okay?

Are you gonna help me?
I'm struggling over here.

When I get older, I want to
write songs just like you.

My dad, Jack,
he was the balance.

In America, he owned a thriving
Greek concert hall, a bouzouki.

He took the stage
and performed every night.

Now, he had us.

Happy birth--

Wait, wait,
where are the candles?

-Candles are cancer.
-Candles are cancer?

-Yes.
-Okay.

-I googled it.
-Okay.

-Very toxic.
-Okay.

When they melt, it's disgusting.

He was a true artist.

-Ready?
-Uh-huh.

Steady? Go.

♪ Happy birthday to you... ♪

Everything just felt perfect.

It was a day
I would never forget.

♪ Ella, happy birthday to you ♪

Now, let's have
a little bite for you.

That's a big piece, right?

Look at her. She's so little.

With one finger,
I could break her.

So I got you something.

So you can write your own songs.

Thank you.

Now, do you want to know
what I got for you?

Plane tickets to New York?

That's exactly
what she was gonna say.

-Why?
-She figured it out.

-Why?
-Plane tickets to New York.

Stop putting ideas in her head.

New York is so overrated, baby.

Do you know where go

the American people
for holidays?

Here in Greece, okay?

You are in paradise.

I'll go get your gift.

And that's when I met him.

I got you a friend.

He's from America.
He has no friends.

It's perfect. Perfect.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm Ella.

I'm-- I'm Nick.

And for a few years,
life was beautiful.

We grew together.

And grew to love each other.

♪ She was a girl next door ♪

♪ I was a boy next door ♪

♪ An I, I told her before ♪

♪ I, I told you before ♪

♪ Ella, Ella ♪

♪ I love your eyes,
I love your smile ♪

♪ Ella, oh, Ella ♪

♪ You'll be mine ♪

♪ And let me kiss your smile ♪

We weren't perfect,
but we were happy.

But this is a Greek story.

Meaning that
what seems to be the beginning

of a romantic comedy
is about to turn into an epic,

tragicomical Greek drama.

Starting now.

I have to go to America.

No!

Cool.

For how long?

-Two weeks.
-Oh.

Two weeks turned
into two years.

He broke my heart.
But the worst was yet to come.

Many are saying than the Grace
up today is unrecognizable.

Ella, would you like
some baklava?

I think it's almost dinner time.

This is fiber, protein,
and a drop of honey.

No fat.

-I know.
-You know, that's enough.

Honey, no, she's old enough
to listen to the news.

No one is old enough
to listen to the news.

Not those days.

I'll take the baklava
if no one wants it.

That night,
I assumed the tension

between my parents was only due
to the Greek economic crisis.

I was unaware
that my dad was sick...

and that my mother's
worst fear had become true.

He had cancer.

Okay.

One, two, three.

This was my last memory of him.

And when he died, my mother
couldn't tell me the truth.

So she lied about
it for a week.

Oh, my God.

And as our lives
were turned upside down...

...Greece was falling apart.

All seems lost for Greece.

It seems now that Greece
is on the brink of collapse.

Greek despair has now turned
into riots in the street.

Greece is not Greece anymore.

Let's pack.

Welcome to Socrates Island.

Greece, but in America.

But why?

Your father was so famous here.

All the women used to go
crazy over him.

That's all, suitcases,
thank you.

This was
your dad's old bouzouki.

Olympos.

So we're going to make music

and do dancing just like dad?

No, we're going to
make gyros like me.

Come on, who knows best?

Greek mothers know best.

A brilliant future
is awaiting for you.

The years passed,

and my future remained
one big question mark.

And as my mother got older,

she became
increasingly controlling.

Stop looking at those planes.

You're going to have
giraffe neck.

And you know that
this can lead to neck cancer?

Eat a banana.

Hello.

Get in.

But why?

Why do you need to
go to a nightclub?

I could put some good music
at the taverna.

We can dance shirataki.
I'll do moussaka.

It's going to be great and safe.

This is Deni-- Di-- Denise?

-De--
-No, Despina.

-Say it right for once.
-Mmm. Ella's mom,

respectfully, this is not
simply another nightclub, okay?

-This is The Orchid.
-Hether...

Heather.

You're not a young girl anymore.

I identify as a 20-year-old.

But your driving license
identifies you as a 30-year-old.

Shouldn't you be married
or something?

-Ella's not married.
-I'm working on it.

I have a very good lead
I wanted to talk to you about.

Bye, Mama.

Ah, ah, ah, ah.

Ah...

It's the heart attack.
I feel it.

- It's coming.
- Mama, you promised!

Okay.

What time are you coming home?

Wait, you didn't take
the banana.

What's the address?
The address of The Orchid!

The banana!

It seemed like nothing
was ever going to
happen for me.

But then again,
this is a Greek story.

Heather, a gorgeous man
just smiled at me.

Heather? Heather--

Yeah, okay.

But I'm her mother!

Sorry, ma'am,
you're not on the list.

And we do have a dress code.

I understand, you're not Greek.

You know in Greece
we do things differently, eh?

This is America.

I keep forgetting.

-Okay, what's your name?
-Kurt.

Kurt? Okay, Kurt.

From where do you come from?

Brooklyn.

-Brooklyn?
-Okay. Kurt from Brooklyn.

Here's the deal.

You let me enter,
see my daughter,

and I will give you
free gyros for one month.

What are you do--

You know that
you are not very thick, eh?

For a security guy.

You ever seen Road House?

I love Patrick Swayze.
I knew his mother.

You should eat more.

Here. That's my daughter!

Ella! Ella!

I thought you said she was 18.

Remember the part
that says she was single?

This part is true.
I could introduce you.

-I'm good.
-Ella, this is Kurt.

Why, mama? Why?

This is ridiculous.

Come on, you know I couldn't let
Hether bring you home.

She's an alcoholic.

She is not, and it's Heather.

Heather, that's what I say.

Wait, the safety. Eat!

-Ride for Ella.
-That's us.

-The address is Ella's Gyros?
-Yes.

-Do you speak Greek?
-No.

Where do you come from?

-I'm Turkish.
-Oh.

Me too.

Mama, you're not.

They drive better
if they think we're like them.

Here. Brought you gyro--
uh, Kebab.

Mama, am I pretty?

You are perfect.
Isn't she perfect?

Yes, perfect.

- Good.
- No cash.

-Do you have kids?
-Three.

Take some more.

Do you like it?

Uh, you know, it's somewhat...

Magnificent.

Yeah, something like that.

Uh, so you're the owner?

-No.
-Yes.

Surprise.

Happy birthday.

The new lease.

And see,
your name is already here.

You just have to sign.

Who has a pen?

Oh, I have a pen.
Here, it's right here.

Now, rule number one,
never trust employees, eh?

Rule number two...

this is cancer.

So is grilled meat.

Hey, have you ever considered
becoming an actress?

-How'd you know?
-Filmmaker.

Hether,
don't distract Lefteris.

-Lefteris?
-That's kind of a silly name.

Sounds like an STD.

Like, "Oh, my God, Lefteris!
It burns!"

If you could just call me...

Everybody could
just call me Lou.

-Lefteris.
-Lou.

Lefteris is gonna make...

a masterpiece documentary
about me.

My life, how I flew

from Greece for a better life
here in Socrates Island.

That's really sweet.

But I actually came to, uh,
you know,

make a documentary
on the Greek diaspora,

to make a documentary on that,
and how a small Greek--

Are you single?
Ella is single.

She just turned 20 today.

-Happy birthday.
-That's untrue.

I'm twenty--.

A woman, she stays
20 until she turns 39.

Then she stays 39.

Lefteris, let me tell you
the story

of how I invented
the Greek gyros in '82.

You invented the kebab?

Who are you?
What are you doing here?

We're closed.
And it's not kebab.

It's gyros.

In Greece, we make,
we eat, gyros.

But it's
the same sandwich, right?

Greek sandwich is much better.

Gyros. Okay?

Kebab is an inferior plagiarism.

-Got it?
-Bullshit.

Out.

Okay, so...

Work it, hot, cowboy hat guy?

He's not just
a great lover with a huge...

hat.

He is also a great producer,
who is launching

a super underground,
jazzy version of Snow White.

It's gonna be...

And I totally convinced him

to see you tonight
for an audition.

Et voila.

Right. For which part?
The hungry dwarf?

No. Snow White, obviously.

Hether.

Stop pressing her.
Ella is not a singer.

Mom's right.

I-- I sweat
when I sing in public, so...

Exactly.
Mom is right.

Now, eat your fish
and sign that lease.

Could I have something lighter?

You wanna eat
something lighter than fish?

You wanna eat what? Paper?

Tasso. Tell her
that the fish is light.

-Fish is light?
-No need to lie for her.

Mom, why do you need to
lie constantly?

Tasso. Pater.

Do I ever lie?

No.

Sometimes.
You do tend to express...

Yeah, sometimes.

Like the time you lied to me
about Dimitri Voodsos

being in love with me.

Same old story.

Elitzamu, Elitzamu.

He was crazy about you.

I was twice his height

and he called me
"The Monster Truck."

He loved trucks.

What about Georges?

You told him
I wanted to become a nun.

She was a scorpion.

-Costas?
-He had a scar on his face.

You'll see.

One day you'll become a mother

and that day I wish
for you to have a daughter

that makes you suffer
as much as you make me suffer.

Well, the Greek curse
won't work.

I'm never having kids.

Nor a husband.

Elitza, where are you going?

I'm going to that audition.

And then I'm going to stay
with Heather for a little while

and figure out what I actually
want to do with my life.

There's nothing to think about.

The lease is right here.
You just have to sign it.

I am not signing that lease.

Oh, and one more thing.

I'm done with olive oil.

What are you doing?
It's just olives.

No fat. Olives.

- Let's go, Heather.
- But what's happening?

What's-- what's happening?

What-- why are you doing that?

Elitzamu,
I forbid you to leave me.

You wouldn't survive
two minutes without me.

-Hear me?
-And whose fault is that, Mom?

All my life, you smothered me.
Manipulated me.

You never trusted me
and you never believed in me.

You failed me as a mother.

Dad would be so sad
to see what I've become.

That's it.

That's it. It's coming.

It's now. That's it.

The heart.

Oh, perfect timing
for the daily heart attack.

If you're going to die,
just die.

Skip the ridiculous theater

and do something honestly
for once.

What time are you coming back?

Ella, I'm talking to-- Ah!

Elitzamu!

"You shall sprinkle me
with hyssop

and I shall be clean.

You shall wash me
and I shall be whiter than snow.

The earth is the Lord's
and the fullness thereof.

The world
and all that dwell therein."

Rest in peace, my child.

I killed my mother.

It's not your fault.

It's not.

Poor girl.

She killed her own mother.

Do you enjoy
recording Greek grief, Greek?

I can't just walk away.

Obviously.
Do you want to fuck me?

-No.
-No, you don't want to fuck me?

Shit, I'm just gonna say it.

Uh, I blew all
my documentary grant in Mykonos.

All-- all of it.

Yeah, and, uh,
and now I'm screwed.

I have six weeks to complete
my documentary on Greek culture

or return $100,000,
which I don't have.

And it could make
for a really good story.

Think about this.
Death on Socrates Island.

It's okay.

Now, having said that...

would you be interested
in having sex with me?

Call me any time.

After 10:00 a.m.

Here, it looks like
you could use one.

No, no, smoke is cancer.

Okay.

Sorry, it's just a reflex.

I smoke two packs a day,

run 20 miles a day,
never had a problem.

What do I know?

Actually...

Uh, I would like to try one.

Here, keep it.

Keep the pack.

Elitza, Elitza.

Put that cigarette down.

I left two minutes
and you became a smoker.

What?

I know.
I'm happy to see you too.

Don't come close to me.

How could you?

It's not like
I did it in purpose.

Oh, no?

How does one accidentally
fake their own death?

How much did the priest cost?

He was convincing.

I would never.

You made me
believe I killed you.

But you did.
I mean, I-- I'm dead.

I'm-- I'm dead.

Oh, you're dead to me.

Geez, that one's gonna take
at least five years of therapy.

Let me go, Mom.

Elitza, calm down.

I said let me go.

See? Who says I lie?

I never lie.

I think I broke my neck.

Elitza?

Don't worry,
you're not the first.

I'll go get the rope.

You don't exist.

And why are you still
wearing that stained dress?

I don't make the rules.

I think it's because
you killed me in that dress

and it's not that stained.

You look very agitated.

I know what you need.

Sage tea.

I'm gonna make you
a nice sage tea

and it will calm
your nerves, okay?

Dead people don't make
sage tea and you're dead.

Dead, not dead,

you need me, I'm here.

A Greek mother
never leaves her daughter.

Oh, I'm gonna shoot myself.

Cheese?

I'm already dead.

Yep, and this is hell.

Ella, where is your phone?

Where is your bag?
Where is your money?

Oh, damn it,
I-- I left it at the cemetery.

That's the problem,
is that you don't think.

What are you gonna do
without me?

See? Aren't you happy
that I'm here?

Mom, stop, stop.
I'm already freaked out, okay?

Just stop.

Oh.

Elitzamu.

Dear gods, help my daughter.

She's so clumsy.

How is she gonna
survive without me?

Her mommy. Help!

God? Is that--

Oh, the Turkish guy.

Are you okay?

No.

-Do you need help?
-Run.

Want me to wait?

No, no, no, thank you.

I'll probably be committed.

Are you familiar
with the Bruce Willis movie

where the boy keeps saying
that he sees dead people?

I have that.

Um, fill out
these forms, please.

I need to see your ID,
a credit or debit card,

and proof of insurance.

Oh, that looks nasty.

And when was
your last tetanus shot?

I don't care about my wrist.

I see dead people.

We need to run tests.

Um, okay, sure.

Again, I need you
to fill out this paperwork.

I need your credit or debit card
and proof of insurance.

I don't have insurance.

- You're good to go.
- Thank you, doctor.

Have a good day.

Are you ready
to pay $12,000, then?

I do have insurance.

It's just--
I don't know where it is.

Everything okay here?

No, this girl's been
here and she's been

-acting a little crazy.
-It's okay, thanks.

Leave her to me. Ma'am.

Please, come in.

Oh, I feel so lightheaded.

Sit, sit, take it easy.

Sit down, you know,
take it easy.

Okay.

Okay.

You're going to
need a couple of stitches.

I don't have insurance.

I won't tell anyone.

Well, I do have insurance.

It's just my mom,

she was the one
dealing with everything.

Sorry.

She just passed away.

Your mom passed away?

I didn't know doctors
could show real empathy.

You don't recognize me?

Maybe this will help.

Nick?

You're...

I mean, it's been what,
seven, eight?

Twelve years.

You were
just about to leave me...

I mean,
Greece for a couple of weeks.

Yeah, well,
my parents changed plans.

They put me through college,

med school,
obviously in New York.

Actually,
I just got transferred here

for my last year of residency.

They need interns.

So, does your wife like it here?

My wife?

I don't think I'm built
for marriage, honestly.

So, you're a girlfriend?

No. Um...

no.

Girlfriends
are high maintenance.

I dated this girl
for a couple of months once,

but it turned out she was crazy.

She was seeing a shrink
twice a week without telling me.

And, uh, she kept talking
to her dead dog.

I mean, if a girl
can't deal with reality,

I certainly can't deal with her.

Look at those neck muscles.

You? You're married?

-You got any kids?
-Nope.

-No.
-A Greek God, honestly.

So, do you know
if she still sees that dog?

-Good question.
-What?

Um, no, I don't--
I don't-- I don't know.

I could call her,

but I'm not sure
I have her number yet.

You're gonna marry him.

I help.

-Kalimera, Nikolaki.
-Mom.

I brought you Trahana
for energy.

Hi, I'm Dr. Jonas's mother,
and you are?

Mom, this is Ella.

Girlfriend?

Uh, when I was living
in Greece

with Yaya, Ella was my...

Girlfriend?

-Best friend, you know?
-Yeah.

But of course,
Elitza, Despina's daughter.

Who looks older, me or her?

How is your mother?

There. Dead.

Dead?
What do you mean, dead?

But I just saw her last week.

I told her Niko was back home.

You did?

Hmm. Trahana?

Yes, and I told her
Chrysos and I were celebrating

our 30th wedding anniversary.

I invited you both.

You did?

Hmm.

Your mother insisted
on catering the party.

Doesn't beat my Trahana.

It's this Friday.

Told you I had
a serious lead for a husband.

And I already paid.

-Mom, not now.
-Not now.

-I'll be right back.
-Oh, but--

Take your bag.
Don't make a scene.

-But I already paid.
-Don't make a scene, please.

-What am I gonna do?
-I'll be right back.

Why didn't you tell me
Nick was back?

I was going to, and then,

- you know, I...
- ...died.

Well, that's no excuse.

Well... Hmm.

Nick is just perfect.

And I'm the girl
in My Big Fat Greek Wedding

before the makeover.

I love that movie.

We're not even
in the same universe.

Nonsense.

You're both Greek.

See, mothers don't last forever.

Give me a grandchild
before it's too late.

Mama, please.

Ella seems to be a nice girl.

-Mom, stop.
-What?

And she has good hips.

Good for bearing
lots of children.

She's not my type.
What can I say?

I know, Nikolakimu,

-you only like skeletons.
-Hmm.

But newsflash.

All girls have one,
including Ella.

And let me tell you
something about skinny girls.

-Tell me.
-They fear children.

Okay. I'll keep that in mind.

, mama.

Now go eat your Trahana.

Sorry about that--

Elitzamu,
when you toast bread,

don't eat the burnt part.
It's cancer.

Take your vitamins
every day.

It will make a real difference.

And you have dry scalp.
Rub olive oil on it.

Never put a thong
instead of panties.

It will give you cancer.
Cancer. No!

And don't put a tampon...
It is cancer too.

Phone is cancer.
Can you hear me?

You hear me? Do you hear me?

All wireless devices,

they're cancer,
they kill you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So crazy girl
is still here from earlier.

Do you want me to, like,
call the cops or something?

-No, no, no. No?
-No? Oh, okay.

All right, um...

Sorry. I just want to make sure.

Are we still on for tonight?

Uh, well...

let's see, it's been--

it's already been
two nights in a row.

Let's not be excessive,
Melanie, hmm?

Sure.

It's been three nights
and my name is Megan, asshole.

Good morning.
Rise and shine.

Hi. Uh, thank you
for letting me sleep here.

-I didn't mean to.
-No, no sweat.

-How do you feel?
-It depends.

Uh...

I'm fine.

Okay.

Well, here's a muffin.

And I brought you coffee.

-Coffee's cancer.
-No!

Oh, my God. Okay.

That's a no on coffee, then.

No, no. It's...

my mom.

I can...

Are you okay?

If a girl
who talks to her dead dog,

it's a deal breaker for him,

I'm not sure how
this is going to go,

but please, tell him.

I think
I just need to freshen up.

Yeah, obviously.

Do you have a bathroom?

Right there.
My very own private facilities.

I'm not messing with you.
This is for the interns.

What's your specialty?

-Neurosurgery.
-Jackpot.

Whoa, future neurosurgeon
from New York.

You must be
the star of this hospital.

Yeah, well, in fact,

I'm not so popular
with my new Chief.

Why? Ask him why.

-Why? Why? Why?
-Uh, what are your crimes?

Allowing civilians the use
of hospital staff facilities.

Here, make yourself at home.

Okay.

Take a shower, right?

You've got to stop doing this.

Okay.

Next time, I'll ring a bell.

You know, like the Bewitched.

Please don't.

Privacy, please.

-Good morning, Chief.
-Is it?

Love your boots, Chief.

Of course you do.

This is a hospital,
not a strip joint.

Get rid of that lipstick.

Oh!

Sorry, I'm, uh...

I'm not looking.

I need to get ready for surgery.

I got my beeper...

Let me just...

Um...

- Opa!
- Chief.

Doctor Ioannis.

Uh, this is not
what it seems like.

I...

The board will
have to hear about this.

I was getting ready for surgery.
This is--

This is how you prepare
to operate?

Hi, I'm sorry.
I didn't introduce myself.

I'm Ella, his wife.

Well, I'm his-- his wife-to-be.

Yeah.

This woman is your fiancée?

Well, yes.

She, um...
she's my-- my future bride.

You have 30 seconds to explain.

Food.

Food! You bring him food!

Food! I brought him food.
It's a Greek thing.

All Greek wives do it,
especially when their husbands

are working late shifts
and never remember to eat.

But clumsy me,
I spilled coffee

all over myself,
so I took a shower.

I was getting ready for surgery.

-Just took a shower.
-Yeah, he knows, babe.

Um, and then, well,

you came in without knocking,
and voila!

Voila.

Voila.

I'm so sorry.
I should have knocked.

I did not know that
a naked woman would be here.

I would not know.

Just joking.
Very good, very good.

Nick. May I call you Nick?

Nick, I believe a doctor,
especially a future surgeon,

uh, should not
be afraid of commitment.

Responsibilities, yes?

Love is more than sex

and chasing around hot nurses.

Trust me.

That's my feeling also, Chief.

I will see you both tonight.

-What?
-Tonight?

Yes, the administration dinner.

That's great.

I'll definitely be there,
but Ella is not feeling so good.

-Busy.
-Super busy.

So not good or busy, which one?

-Well...
-Doesn't matter.

Here's the thing.

Eight o'clock, dinner,
both of you.

Yes, Chief.

Honestly,
you-- you shouldn't have.

Oh, no, don't mention it.

No, I mean, the rumor,
it's gonna spread.

People are gonna think
that-- that I'm engaged.

-That-- that I'm married...
-To me.

Yes, of course. Catastrophe.

No, I get it. Major jerk move.

I thought I heard fighting.

You do know this is a hospital.

We weren't fighting.

-We're Greek.
-This is how we speak, right?

"Agápi mou"
is "my love" in Greek.

I know, I'm Greek.

Agápi mou...

You can kiss your agápi mou, eh?

What?

Kiss, kiss.

Uh, she-- she's rather shy.

Now.

Victory!

That is the spirit.

Well, I'm the spirit,
but I hear you.

Can you see me?

Enough!

See you tonight.

Okay, I'm gonna go now.

Have a nice, licentious life.

Ella, I know it's a lot to ask,
but please, please,

please, please, please.

Be my fiancée for one night.

Yes!

No, I-- I can't.

He's asking you
to be his fiancée.

He's in love with you.

I'm on my knees.
I'm begging you.

He's begging.

Would you rather
come home with mommy?

I'll do it.

- Opa!
- Thank you so much,

You're a lifesaver. Thanks.

Ella...

-are you smelling my cologne?
-What? No.

And just like that,
life became interesting.

I had a fake fiancé
and a legitimate ghost mother.

Before her death,
my mother was overbearing

and controlling
with no sense for boundaries...

Sugar is cancer. It's worse.

...but after her death,

she took it
to a whole different level.

You want to
join me first, quicker?

I'm not sure
they really believed me,

except for Heather, maybe.

How are you, Ella's mom?

I've been better, really.

I needed
all the help I could get.

The other option is...

The exorcism.

The Opus Dei.

For the departed, you know?

It makes the spirit
go bye-bye forever.

But why?

My mom thought
she had unfinished business.

In the repose of your departed
servant, Despina.

She refused to move on.

Why are you trying to
kill me twice?

Why are you whispering?

And I didn't kill you
the first time I checked.

You had bad cholesterol.

I had bad daughter.

Unloving.

I hadn't realized yet
how much I needed her.

Despina, I command you
to liberate your victim--

uh, your daughter.

Be gone.

Say hi to God for me, okay?

Whatever.

I believe our restless spirit
has been purged.

Mama?

Yes?

Sorry.

Tassos!

Wait!

Turns out she now had
the power of clairvoyance.

Problem.
Run!

Or a really good ear.

There's a problem
in the taverna.

With your mother gone,

I doubt you can handle
a 60-plate buffet.

I'm canceling the event

and I expect
a full reimbursement.

-It's the restaurant!
-What?

I want my money back.

My unfinished business.

I have to teach you
how to be a good boss.

I doubt it.

-Oh, really?
-Well, I do have lawyers.

No, I mean...

Be confident.
Look at her in the eyes.

The house doesn't make refunds.

The house
doesn't make refunds

after a last-minute
cancellation.

Food has been ordered
and preparations made.

But don't worry, Mrs. Ioannis.

My mother taught me
everything she knew.

Is that so?

Absolutely.

-Who's the liar now?
-I learned from the best.

What's the recipe
of Greek salad?

-Tomato.
-Tomato.

-Cucumber.
-Cucumber.

-Onions.
-Onions.

-A little bit of red pepper.
-Red peppers.

-Feta.
-Feta cheese.

-Olive oil.
-Olive oil.

-Oregano.
-Oregano.

-And we're good.
-And that's it, yeah?

What kind of feta?

Are you kidding me? Dodoni's.

Are you kidding me? Dodoni's!

And the oil?

Extra virgin from Greece.

Extra virgin olive oil
from Greece.

Origin of oil,
and which vinegar?

-Crete is.
-Crete.

And no vinegar, that's a trick.

Only French do that.

And no vinegar

because only
the French do that.

Hmm.

Good, see you Friday.

From where she is,

I'm sure your mother
is watching you

and is very proud of you.

I'm going to throw up.

Eat a banana, here.

Ah, so we're out of meat

and we don't have
much pita bread.

We're running low on cheese

and, uh,
the-- the tomatoes are soft.

Okay, so in the past,

what did you do
when you ran low on supplies?

Nothing.

Malaka.

Your mother,
she ordered everything.

Tassos, bring the usual.

Yeah, what he said.

I'll deal with the supplies.

One more thing,
who's doing the cooking?

What, for the reception?

-This is cancer, hmm?
-Hmm.

What are you doing?
No, no, no, no.

The oregano comes at the end
after it's fully cooked.

But it tastes the same.

Are you really my daughter?

-Unfortunately.
-Is this humor?

Hey, Ella, you don't want to
be late for your date.

Again, not a date.

-We Instagrammed him.
-Oh, he looks like a Greek god.

I said that.

-Go for it.
-And use all your attributes.

- My brain?
- Exactly.

But think boobies and lips.

-He is right.
-Now go get dressed.

- But I am dressed.
- No.

Hi.

Oh, hey.

My car is just here. Let's go.

Actually, um,
I brought something useful.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

-What is it?
-No condoms, Ella!

You are Greek.

No sex before
the wedding night, huh?

Remember, no condoms.

It's-- it's-- it's things

that you should know about
your partner.

I mean, I think we need

some kind of
background story, right?

Smart move, agápi mou.

Hmm.

Feels like the perfect date.

So, "What does your partner
look for in a woman?"

Simplicity. No strings attached.

And I would not mind

if she looked like
Margot Robbie.

You? What's your type of man?

"Greek who loves her mother."
Tell him.

My mother kept me away
from all types of men.

So I'll pass. Um, next question.

What is your partner's
wildest dream?

I would love to have a dog.

Yeah. But I work 18 hours a day.

So that's--
that's not gonna happen.

Meet Zorba.

- Your big fluffy dog.
- Oh.

Well, for the next two hours.

Or the next ten years.

Wow.
He's cute.

And you?
What's your wildest dream?

He is. He is.

His hair.

Kiss. Kiss. Now.

Maybe I should possess him.
Like this is done.

I've done it before. I'm coming.

Piss off!
I mean, peace on earth.

Okay. Very noble.

Shall we go?

Look at this jacket.

Oh.

Here's a trick
background question.

Our first kiss.

You've got some lipstick
on the side of your mouth.

Oh, no. It's waterproof.

Don't worry. I got some water.

-I'll go get some water.
-No, I said waterproof.

I'm sorry, but...

you're not getting out
of this dinner.

An aesthetic to ease the pain?

Refuse a serpent.

Um, I never drink.

Exactly. And alcohol would cut
communication with me,

so don't do it.

Actually, can I?
Please, thank you.

Okay.

And I'm sorry.

I think I'll-- yeah.

-Okay.
-You're a bad girl.

Bad girl.

Hey, is that...

Yeah, I think he owns the place.

I used to know a man.

And this is the bedtime story
he would tell his daughter, huh?

Dance, dance.

You don't dance?

Come on, come on.

A story of a poor family
with not enough to eat.

with no shoes on his feet.

So, Dad, how did the story end?

-Oh, the cow died.
-What?

Sometimes a ray of light
is wrapped up in a bad dream.

-Yeah.
-That's so unfair.

That's what you think,
but it turns out Zeus

took the cow instead of the mom.

That's a good deal.

Don't tell her horror stories
before she got to bed.

-I'm not.
-Wait, did you escape?

It's mythology.
It's-- we're just at the basics.

Oh, oh, Nick.

Come on, show time.

Can I have another shot of ouzo?

I don't normally drink,
but bring the bottle.

And bring some French fries.

Don't you dare.

How did you two meet?

Yes, how did you meet?

When I was living in Greece,
Ella was my only friend.

-That's hilarious.
-That's hilarious.

So my husband and I,

we met when we were
only children in Greece.

And we knew immediately
we were meant for each other.

- Wow.
- How about you two?

Did you know right away?

-Yes.
-Uh...

No.

Thank you, my friend.

Watch out, fried food
will destroy your golf game.

And, you know, kill you.

Really?

Come on, honey.
It was just a joke.

Oh, got it.

I do not fear death.

That won't save you.

-We toast.
-Not too much, though.

Here, it's
to our brand new department.

Uh-huh! Opa!

To aesthetic surgery.

Aesthetic?

Yes, aesthetic,
cosmetic, elective.

Why not expand
something more necessary?

Actually, you know, Ella,

many people benefit
from aesthetic surgery up north.

So I totally see
your point, Chief.

Me too.

There's no need
to go to Miami for a nose job.

-Exactly.
-Exactly, exactly.

A nose job is not crucial.

Oh, but it is crucial.

I didn't mean to be insensitive.

It's beautiful, by the way.

Stunning. So tiny.

I have never had
cosmetic surgery

in my entire life.

This is God's given beauty.

Okay. She's been
under a lot of pressure.

Excuse me.
I have a reputation to maintain.

Stop. You're blowing it all.

No, no, just wait.
Wait, come back.

We-- we'll talk about that.

-I--
-Listen to me.

Stop talking.
Why are you still here?

Oh, we are leaving.

Let's go.

You can invest
in another hospital.

Oh, no, don't.

Oh, my gosh. Your breasts.

Your plastic surgeon

is the Michelangelo
of boob jobs.

This is going to go viral.

Beverly, wait. You're naked.

Hey! Wait! Wait!

I need to talk
to you about the money.

Listen to me.

I'm stuck in this shithole
because I messed up in New York.

I almost killed
a patient as a result

of my promiscuous lifestyle.

So this is
my last chance, please.

-I need this job.
-I hear you.

Loud and clear.

Okay, great.

-Sober up, please.
-Okay.

Where are you going?

Hello, world.

I'm feeling good.

-Chief, I'm so sorry.
-Is this thing on?

Oh, it's so peaceful.

I'm absolutely enormously sorry
about everything.

Honestly, you will find
my resignation letter

on your desk tomorrow morning.

Go help your fiancée.

She's on the floor.

Yes, Chief.

Your head. Go.

Oh, I don't feel so good.

Yeah, well, that's what happens
when you drink too much.

I need air.

I can't breathe.

-Better?
-Getting there.

I'm never drinking ouzo again.

I bet.

Drink up.
Sage tea is the best medicine.

You sound like my mother.

Well, I guess
she was a very wise woman.

I'm sorry for how I was today.

Honestly, I should not have
put you in this position.

I'm sorry.

Oh, look.

A shooting star near Pegasus.

Did I say something funny?

You know, it's-- it's the...

it's-- it's
the rom-com thing, right?

Like, in two rom-coms
out of three,

guy meets girl.

They look up at the stars.

He points out
two constellations.

And then cut to
they're, like, making out.

-So dumb.
-I was not.

I wasn't calculating anything.

Oh, no, I know. I know.

Too bad, though.

No, my phone is buzzing.

Oh, feel free to.

I'll just turn this thing off.

It's no worries.

There you go.

So you're a photo thief.

This, Sorry,

but this needed to be
removed from circulation.

I mean, come on.
Look at my face.

Still don't know why you let me
kiss you that day.

So you do remember?

My first kiss, of course.

Full disclosure...

I know I should have told you

I was leaving Greece
permanently that day.

But... your mom,

she kind of asked me to lie.

You know, she tried to bribe me

with any crazy things
if I stayed.

Like a bicycle?

Like a Corvette.

And a few shares
of her restaurant if I would...

marry you.

Let's not talk about my mother.

Yeah, of course.

-Sorry.
-It's okay.

So...

Wasn't that the Orion's belt?

For real, look,
see the little shape.

Do you see it?

Eyes.

I see... a gator.

A gator.

-Yeah.
-Run, run!

Quick. Go away!

Oh, my God, that was scary.

-What the hell?
-Why are you--

Gators don't unlock doors.

-Honestly, you never know.
-What are you doing?

Put the bat down.

Do you have a bathroom?

Sure. Yes. On your left.

Thank you.

You got this. You got this.

Forgot about me?

-What are you doing?
-What do you think?

You drink, you smoke.

And now you're about
to surrender the virginity?

What if I said
I wasn't a virgin?

, my heart.

-I'm dying.
-Already dead, mom.

Just remember.

Sex is cancer.

Are you having
a pep talk in the mirror?

Coming.

-Go check on the restaurant.
-You think I'm stupid?

-I'm no spring chicken.
-I know men.

Especially the Greek ones.

God created the mouth
to put food in it.

Nothing else.

Don't stick the tongue.

Uh, you go.

You go. Not--

Not the breast. Not the breast.
Not the breast.

What are you doing?

What are you planning on
doing to my daughter here?

No. No.

N-- no,
she's gonna catch a cold.

No. With one cold,
you die quicker than cancer.

You hear me?

I'm mad.

Defend yourself.

- Oh, my God.
- Yes.

-I'm so sorry.
-Hm. I'm not.

-Are you okay?
-I'm good.

Just a minor disfigurement.

I'm okay. Jesus.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

It's not okay. Go home.
-I'm good.

But-- Don-- No! No!

If a cow is being milked,
then nobody buys her.

I'm out of here.

Hello.

Now this is not right.

Are you trying to escape?

No. I need to look for a job.

Okay.

Okay.

Now this is not right.

See you tonight at my parents.

Oh, are we having dinner
with your parents already?

No, yo--
you're catering the party.

You forgot about the catering?
What kind of boss are you?

It's the big day.
Don't blow this for me.

Your costume is in the kitchen.

Costume. What costume?

You'll be very pretty, I'm sure.

Too bad you had that
dirty pre-marital sex.

What now, Mama?

The atmosphere
is so incredibly tense.

Guys...

how would you like to gain
your freedom today?

I'm all ears.

What do I have to do?

Body swap.
Go full Freaky Friday.

Okay.

Oh, Papa,
I feel the lump on my breast.

It's from the worries
you give me.

What are you doing? No, no.
This is ridiculous.

Who is Sigourney Weaver?

Who is the daughter?
What's happening?

Who does who?
Ask her. Ask her.

Okay, okay.
So am I her and she is me?

-Yeah.
-Or am I her knowing

that she still is her
but I'm her too?

Exactly. I'm confused.
We have to know those things.

You become the daughter.

No, you become the mother.

See, that's why
Greek people don't do shrinks.

What that means.

Op-op-op-op-ah!

You're dead
but you still spend your life

in a kitchen
obsessing over oregano.

And when you were alive,
I never saw you once.

Going on dates,
laughing, having fun.

Huh. That's how it is?

That's it. My heart. Yes.

I-- I'm dying.

I invented the concept.
Look. The master.

[gasping, groaning

My heart. That's it.
It's the heart attack.

It's coming. See?
That's how it's done.

-Yes, you're not right.
-I'm right, okay?

Greek mother is always right.

-Always.
-I don't speak like that.

I don't have
a strong accent like that.

I'm not like that, eh? At all.

Am I?

I think it would make
a fantastic shrink me.

The best.

Help me.

[upbeat Greek music playing[

Ah.

I finished my finished business.

Smell the dolmades. Perfect.

It's like I did them myself.

Okay. I'm ready.

I'm heading up.

Up?

Yes. You know, upstairs.

With your dad.

Laughing, going on dates,

relaxing, having the fun.

Mom, I-- I didn't mean to...

You were right.

I'm going to miss you.

And don't forget,
Wi-Fi is cancer.

Have a safe trip.

Okay. Right.

You know, you're still invited
to come back for holidays.

, I think

that this ticket
is one trip only, eh?

Bye-bye.

-Bye for now.
-Yes.

-Run along.
-Trying.

Ready.

Steady.

Mom, are yo--
are you passing gas?

I'm trying to see the light.

Well, maybe you're
not supposed to see that.

You're suggesting
I'm going down?

No.

Okay.

Ready.

Steady.

Up.

-Hello, goddess.
-Hi.

For the record, I had
a terrible time last night.

I'm just kidding.

The last part was incredible.

Sorry, I was
such in a rush this morning.

Uh, you have...

Oh.

You know, I like you
very much, Ella, it's just--

Oh, I like you too.

I mean, when I first saw you,
I thought, "Wow, he is so...

And I'm so not.

And I never thought
that you would,

but then you did and I just...

Ella, Ella, Ella,
you're a very special girl.

Do not get me wrong.
It's just...

You know, maybe we'll only
last for like a month

or a year or a lifetime,
who knows?

But well,
or maybe a week from now,

we'll both look back and laugh
thinking it was crazy.

But at least
we're giving it a shot.

Right?
Is it hot out here?

Is it me?

I don't see you that way, Ella.

Oh, no, I was just kidding.

Jesus, okay.

Yeah, you should see your face.

I-- I do like you, it's just,

you know,
more like a sister.

-A sister?
-Like incest?

I like to keep things light.

Oh, no, I get it.

I mean,
just last week, I thought,

"Man, I need something light."

Glad we're on the same page.

Two consenting adults
having a night of intimacy.

That's beautiful.

Couldn't have
said it better myself.

Oh, that's cool.

-Hey, man.
-Okay, hey, what's up?

Papadopoulos sisters are here,
and they look better than ever.

Todd, this is Ella.

-She's my--
-Sister.

I mean, caterer.

What's up? Food's great.

So, how would you like
to proceed, my man?

My trained eye tells me that
Amanda Papadopoulos is into you.

Men are dogs.

Sister. His sister.

I wouldn't like
to be his sister.

Don't cry, my little Samoon.

No man deserves a tear. Hear me?

I'm, uh, sorry I'm late.

-I apologize.
-Chief, what are you doing here?

Well...

you invited me,
but you don't remember.

You were doing
a lot of the Ouzo.

Chief, what's happening?

I'm sorry, like, I-- I--

I'm the living proof that
some people should never drink.

I agree, but...

you got me thinking after that
drunken performance of yours.

I didn't mean to offend anybody.

But you did. You did.

And I found that
very, very amusing.

Did you see her
with the running with the boobs?

Really?

It was wonderful.
And you are right.

We are here to save lives,

-not to make boobs.
-Really?

I mean, how true. Of course.

It's, um, I'm sorry,
am I not fired?

No. We are expanding the ER.

That means
we need good surgeons.

And you are a good surgeon,
are you not?

I am.

Or I could make a call for you.

I have a friend
at the big city at the memorial.

I'm sorry.
The big city, you mean New York?

I could get you back in there.

This is-- this is,
of course, your choice.

That will be incredible.
I would love that.

That is if Ella does not mind,
uh, leaving the island.

Oh, no, she's willing
to make the sacrifice.

She's a trooper.

Great.

I will see you both on the 23rd.

-It's a date.
-It is a date.

Is this...

Ah, it's my favorite.

I will take just a little.
Okay. Thank you. Bye.

So you and I are good, right?

Yeah. Yeah.
Why shouldn't we be?

Okay, well...

are you free on the 23rd then?

Probably not, but I'll check.

Cool. Well, I'll call you
to lock it in then.

Dogs.

Actually...

it turns out
I'm not free on the 23rd.

Well, that's annoying.
What are you doing?

Avoiding cruel,
self-absorbed pigs.

Hey, wait a second.

I thought you were
fine with us being friends.

I lied.

Okay, Ella, um...

relax, it was just sex,
it's no big deal.

The first time usually is.

Hold on.

Are you saying
you're a 27-year-old virgin?

Goodbye, Nick.

The party's almost over.
Hey, it's dark outside.

Where is the singer?
What happened to your face?

Go put some makeup on.
You're going to scare my guests.

This is a disaster.

We agreed on a band
with a singer.

Pater Vassilis,
he has a bad case of the flu.

He could not make it.

And nobody says anything.
We just--

I'm sorry, boss.
I thought I told you.

Well, who's going to sing?

Um, you can.

Deal. You sing.

Imagine they're all naked.

Not working, Mom.

Now I'm seeing myself naked.

Forget about him.

He's not worthy.

Close your eyes.

Imagine you're singing
with your father.

Let's give it up
for Christos and Pizza.

My husband and I, we've been
together for 30 wonderful years.

But God knows,
we had our challenges.

My son once asked me,
"Mama, how do you make it work?"

Well, it's simple:
if something is broken,

you don't throw it away,
you fix it.

And if it isn't broken,
you don't fix it.

Right, Christos?

Christos, turn off that
football game and bring your ass

up on stage now
before I break your head.

- Opa!
- Opa!

Opa! I love you!

This Malaka is gonna pay.

-Mom, what's happening?
-Nothing.

Just casting a little curse

upon his corrupted head.

Jesus!

Oh, my God, what the hell?

Did you see a rat?

Yeah, yeah, definitely.

Come on.

-Come back to bed.
-Hey, okay.

-I got a surprise.
-Okay, you do.

Love that. Let's go to bed then.

Ugh, wait.

-Uh, um.
-Okay,

-I--
-This is temporary.

I got my period
and I have to go to work.

But it's Sunday.

He's fully cursed.
Doomed for life.

-Are you relieved?
-No.

Some people
are lovable and I'm not.

Let me tell you a story.

When I met your baba,
he was dating stupid Fanula.

Mm-hmm. I tried everything
to get his attention.

I cooked for him, nothing.

I even dyed
my hair blonde for him.

Tragedy. Nothing.

-So--
-So you paid stupid Fanula money

so that
she would break up with him?

Yes, I did.
But that's not the point.

I showed my true self to him.

And turns out...

he liked the real me.

Yes, he liked the loud voice.

He liked the craziness.
The olive oil. The obsessions.

The whole package.

Yes.

Because, you know, I-- I--

I don't know
if you ever picked on that,

but sometimes I can be
a little over the top.

You think?

So what happened
to stupid Fanula?

Well, he dumped her ass.

Pardon my Greek.

He dumped stupid Fanula.
Moved to Greece. Married me.

Always show your true self.

Like you did
on that stage yesterday.

Before her death,
my mother was the obstruction.

The inert force
that held me back.

But then, surprise.

Here she was,
pushing me forward.

And it looked like the world's
ultimate late bloomer

was finally ready to bloom.

So I went for the dream...

thinking, I could
be Snow White.

And never think
you're not lovable.

Besides...

if you don't love yourself...

who's gonna love you?

What are you lau--
I got something-- Or what?

Why are you laughing?

Because in two rom-coms
out of three,

at the midpoint,
girl gets rejected.

Cut to there's a whole
makeover sequence.

Okay, I did not understand
the word of that, but--

Oh.

You have a, like,
a huge black hair right here.

Yes, on your chin, I'm like,
if I could just.

One rogue hair
can be a deal breaker.

Dude, you know
what I do for a living, right?

Let's renovate.

Beautiful.

-So?
-I don't know, man.

Hormonal test came back
perfectly normal.

It's a mystery.

By the way...

I don't think
you should come tonight.

Your new look,
it might frighten the ladies.

I understand. Yeah, okay.

But have fun. At home.

My acne, my...

Like when I was a kid,
my-- my psoriasis,

my sneezing, everything is back.

I-- I do not know what to do.

I can't see anything anymore.

Yeah, I-- I've been drinking
my sage tea, Mom.

Oh!

I like it.

I'm not a shrink,

I'm a medical doctor.

I'm a gynecologist.

Man, I feel so emotional.

I cry all the time.
Just help me out, please.

Have-- have you had
your face checked in?

I haven't seen
anything like this

since Job
in the Old Testament.

Poor fellow,

he was cursed
by the devil with boils.

But this...

this appears to be way worse.

Greek.

It's a Greek curse.

Who are you and what have
you done with my daughter?

You're...

perfect.

Oh, shit,
you're gonna be late.

Late? For what?

Why?
Why did she do it?

I already have
a nosy person

interfering in my life
at all times.

Who?

-Do I know her?
-No, that's it.

I-- I'm not going.

I-- I don't have
anything to wear.

Maybe I can help.

Oh, look at this.

Oh, my gosh,
it's-- it's perfect.

Just need to iron it.

I made it myself.

It was for my big tour
with Ella Fitzgerald.

Mama, please.

See?

I don't always lie.

I met your dad...

when I was singing with her.

The rest is history
and it's all for the best.

Why did you stop singing?

Look closer.

You were pregnant.

Blind dates.

It's something you
see in movies

and try to avoid in real life.

But for no apparent reason,

my best friend
had just talked me into one.

Even if it was
the last thing I wanted to do.

Ella, meet Adoni.

-You are very beautiful.
-Oh, thanks.

Adoni and I met at summer camp
back in the day for Greeks.

Batman Begins, The Dark Knight,

The Dark Knight Rises,
Batman and Robin.

Which is your favorite?

I love your cleavage,
by the way.

Oh, I didn't say it.
Come on.

-We need to talk.
-Okay.

- Now.
- All right.

Wha-- what?

-What the fuck?
-That's the key.

That's the key.

He doesn't have parents.

He is an orphan.
That's what gets him so pumped.

That's why
he becomes the Batman.

Fascinating.

You said
he had a master's degree.

He does have a master's degree
in communications.

Facefood.

Like Facebook,
but instead of the face,

it's just the food
for the grounded people.

You understand?

Also works with Insta.
Instafood.

I invented the concept.
It's my idea.

He's not bad.

You are very beautiful.

I could make you very happy.

We should sleep together.

Uh, I apologize.

-Elle.
-Nick.

You look amazing.

Wow. Uh...

Are you okay?

Far from okay.

I just had
food poisoning and...

...honestly,
I just need to get it right.

Hmm.

Okay, um,
let-- let's-- let's go.

This way.

Good for him.

Here you go.

Drink up.

-Sage saves lives, right?
-Yeah.

So happy
I ran into you, honestly.

Bottoms up.

I didn't know
your mom had a boat.

It's quite common, actually,
when you live by the docks.

Are you feeling better?

No, not really.

So what did you
rate me that night?

What?

You know.

What'd you rate me?
A six? A four?

Oh, no, no, I-- it's
so inappropriate to rate women.

What did you...

What did you put in that?

In that sage tea?
The hell did you put in that?

When did you become that guy?

I think I like you.

I hear you, brother.
I like you too.

No, that was the stupidest thing
I ever said in my life.

I'm, uh--

-A malaka.
-Yes.

Most of us are,
but I would like to be.

You-- your malaka.

Why?

Because I had a makeover?

Maybe. Yes. Or no.

Or honestly, I don't know

what the politically
correct answers are these days.

It's just...

you make me
want to become a better man.

You are kind.

You see people
how they truly are.

And...

you're my best friend.

And honestly,
I fucking missed you.

And if I ever marry a girl...

I would like her to be...

my best friend.

I-- I would like her to be

like you.

And I scored you...

Oh, my...

Sorry, I didn't catch that.

My-- my score.

A nine.

I s-- I scored you a nine.

Do you mind if I rinse off?

I feel honestly
really disgusting right now.

Yeah, you can use
my private facilities.

Oh, your private facilities.

Okay.

Strip.

-You sure?
-Yes.

-Are you sure?
-Yes, I'm sure.

Well, I'm sorry
for what you going to see then.

Oh.

Hit me on the face.

Jesus.

Oh, my gosh.
Your face really cleared up.

-It did?
-Yeah.

-Really?
-It must be the olive oil, so.

Oh, my God.

So you rated me a nine?

Yeah.

Why not a ten?

I think it's because
you asked too many questions.

Hmm.

I think you have something...

Here...

I gotta go.

I have, like,
a very early shift tomorrow.

This is for your mom.

Lefteris just finished
the editing.

Thanks.

Seriously?

Why did you neutralize my curse?

Why did you gave him
the olive oil?

Now the rooster is back.

Mom, he's changed.

Why are you so negative?

Why are you always so naive?
You are like a little lamb.

I'm going to prove you wrong.

I wish.

But I'm always right.
You know that.

Let's go. I'll prove you wrong.

Okay.

-Finally.
-What are you doing here?

I forgot my purse.

Okay, well, be my guest.
Go get it.

- Not finding it?
- No.

There you go.

This is crazy.

Look at the rooster. Hmm? Sit.

-You look good.
-Thanks.

I have time
for a drink if you like.

Go.

-Nah, I'm good. I'm good.
-Are you sure?

Yeah.
I got a shift in two hours.

So I think
it's time for you to go.

-Okay.
-Yes. Right.

- Opa.
- Opa.

Opa.

What's up, dude?
It's like 2:00 a.m.

Yeah, I know.
Uh, I need all the footage.

-The footage of what?
-Elle's footage.

Right.

Okay, listen,
I'm a little busy right now.

I could pay you.

Yo, this is everything
of everything.

Okay, cool, great.

We can go home
and I'll bring it back when I--

Yeah.

Okay, I can just stay here
and eat my cereal, I guess.

Okay, I gotta go. Go home.

You didn't prepare me
for this world.

Who's ever prepared
for this world?

This world is cruel
and unpredictable.

And especially
if you want to be a singer.

And all men are not good men.

Trust me, I've been there.
But me, I was resourceful.

I would put pins on my bra

so no one
would touch my breasts.

If not, pin.

But you,
you are naive.

Oh, my head hurts.

Truth hurts.
You often do bad choices.

Like thinking
that you could be Snow White.

Really?

I would make
a great Snow White.

Okay.

Stupid Snow White audition.

You did the right thing.

When we first moved here,

I begged you to turn
the restaurant into a bouzouki.

That's what it was.
Not your father.

You prefer your father.
You love him more. I know.

No, it's just like dad
understood me and you never did.

Making Greek sandwiches
does not give me joy, mom.

Singing does.

Then why did you stay with me?
Why didn't you leave?

Do what you want.

Because I knew that
you couldn't survive without me.

I survived death.

You shouldn't have.

God, please let
the haunting stop.

Elle.

How are you doing?

I need you to come with me.

Why did you sign that list?

Isn't that what you wanted?

Let me tell you something
I've never said to anyone.

Myself included.

My mother was not happy.

She was a sad woman...

who once was a free spirit

but ended up...

frustrated.

Like her own mother.

And...

after your father
died...

I became my mother.

But your father...

he always knew
how strong you were.

And...

I know that
I didn't get you

the way he did.

But believe me.

I want you to be happy.

I'm sorry I killed you.

Oh.

You didn't kill me.

I was joking.

I said
that you filled me as a mother

and I wished you were dead.

That's the kind of statement

that a Greek mother
cherishes all her life.

The guilt I can extract
from those words.

Beautiful.

Hang in there.

Everything I ever did,

it was out of love.

Never forget that.

-Mom.
-Shh. Don't be scared.

See you on the other side.

I love you.

Are you crazy?

They don't smoke
in hospitals anymore.

Yes, boss.

People like to claim

that when your life
is at an end,

it all flashes before your eyes.

This is not true..

When you are
on the verge of death,

you simply see what your life...

could have been...

if you would
have lived.

But ultimately...

the choice is yours.

Who are you?

There is science.

But above science...

there are skies.

According to the legend,
one of their favorite
activities

is to descend
from the peak of Mount Olympus

and meddle
in the lives of humans.

Do you know which one it was?

King of the Gods.

- Zeus.
- Zeus.

People have given me many names.

Zeus is one of them.

Wake up!

Wake up.

Wake up, Elle.

Wake the fuck up.

Elle?

Can you hear me?
P-- press my hand.

If you can hear me,
press my hand.

Come on. Come on.

Elle.

Oh, my God.

I thought I lost you.

Oh, my God.
I thought I fucking lost you.

You died for seven minutes.

Easy, easy.
No, no, no.

No. Listen.

You had a blood clot
in your brain

pushing on your optical nerve,

slowing down your blood flow.

But I--I don't understand.

Did you ever feel dizzy?

Had headaches or...

hallucinations?

In some cases,
it appears...

after a shock.

Trauma.

Cancer.

I saw you.

-I saw you talking to your--
-My mom.

-My dead mom.
-I'm so sorry.

-I'm so sorry.
-No, no, but-- but she's real.

No, it's real.

-I'm here. I'm here.
-No, mama.

I already have
a nosy person

interfering in my life
all the time.

-I'm sorry.
-I'm not ready.

I love you.

I'm so proud of you.

I'm here. You're not alone.

Easy.
Do it. Here we go.

-What's happening?
-Oh, hey.

- Look at this.
- Surprise!

- I painted it myself.
- Yeah.

I love it. It's so sweet.

-Okay, so no regrets?
-Not at all.

Why would I choose
to be a surgeon in New York

when I can save lives here?

While my incredible,
beautiful, magnificent fiancée

runs the most exclusive
bouzouki in town?

Hmm?

You ready
for your official debut?

I'm ready to sing a song.

That's what's up. That's cool.

Elle. Elle.

You okay?

Is it back?

This is the end,
right?

Actually, I think
it might be the beginning.

Why'd you bring me
to a psychologist?

You'll see.

I'm not a psychologist.

I'm a gynecologist.

And, uh,
based on these results,

I have to tell you that, um,

you're pregnant.

Congratulations.
Congratulations.

You should be happy.

I remember you.

Didn't you have
stuff on your face?

What did you do?

Olive oil.

Olive-- Oh.

I remember.
Your mother gave me.

See that?
You have been having sex.

Okay, thank you
very much, doctor.

Since antiquity,

Greek mothers
have haunted their daughters

with overbearing love
until the day they die.

And then
the daughters miss them,

idealize them, and become them.

One day,
you may look back on this tape

and think,
"My mom was out of her mind."

You may be right.

This is crazy love.

With your grandmother,
it was always difficult

to discern what was real
from what wasn't real.

An illusion is real
as long as you believe in it.

It's all about faith...

trust...

perception.

We don't see things
as they are.

We see things as we are.

So always stay true to yourself

and you'll be fine.

Eva,.

Today, I'm making you
this promise.

I will always let you
lock your bedroom door

and I will not keep
a copy of the key.

I will not lie to you.

I will not
go through your phone.

I'll let you pick
your boyfriends or whoever.

And if you prefer
salted butter to olive oil,

that's okay.

I may not always be
the perfect mother...

but always remember this.

It was all out of love,

just like your grandmother
said.

And cut.

Oh.

I'm gonna go call my mom
and tell her

that I'm not
deep in debt anymore.

Thank you so much.

My story
as a Greek daughter
ends here...

or it does it?

As I've been told
in a dream,

there is science,

but above science
are the skies.

Yeah, I think
we found our Snow White.

She's good.

She's-- she's good.

Mom, I'm gonna be a dad.

No, no.

- Opa.
- Opa.

Turns out I still have my job.

I love my lady boss.

- Opa.
- Opa.

And...

I win.

-I win.
-What?

You said I could not resolve
the mother-daughter thing.

And let love prevail.
I did this.

For millennia,
you have been a useless playboy.

What's your point?

You are incapable
of taking care of a girl's life

without trying
to get her into your--

Opa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Opa! Opa!

Let's not go there.
We had a great day at here.

The boss is right.

Shut up, Poseidon.
You've always been a bootlicker.

Hera and I made a bet.

She thought he would change
and become benevolent.

And Athena thought
that he would--

Mess it up.

You're jealous
because you're single.

I am the goddess
of the unmarried.

I'm single by choice.

That's what they all say.

At least I have
a brain, Aphrodite.

At least I'm not
a 2,027-year-old virgin, Athena.

Stop bickering, you two.

How are you doing, bro?

Oh, oh.
My restaurant is non-smoking.

Sorry, I'm late.
Parking was terrible.

So, what did I miss?

Who won?
Hera or Athena?

What?

You were all in on this?

I say the humans won.

A toast
to Ella and to Nick.

Opa!

Sorry to interrupt.

Again.

And don't look at me like that.
The bouncer let me in.

, he loves my gyros.

So...

...could I go back downstairs,
just for a quick trip?

singing tonight.
I haven't seen that voice.

And also, I really wanted to--

Just go!

Thank you. Thank you.

Where's my bag?

He's doing good, Jake,

but-- but don't--
uh, don't lose focus.