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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

EPISODE FOUR

Put it in the box.

Go on.

- Mom? - Yes?

Tell us what time your operation is.

Early tomorrow. I have to spend the night.

- Snooping in my stuff? - Not at all.

- Can we come afterwards? - No.

Take care of the house

and see that Virginie does her homework.

Ok.

- Will Dad come see you? - No one's allowed to come.

- Where is Dad? - I told you, at Jeff's!

Let me finish packing. The cab's coming.

Ok.

Don't be mad. He doesn't like sharing his master.

Poor thing, you're jealous.

I have to go.

What're you doing?

I have to see Elvira before she leaves, about the kids.

Yes. It's tough, but...

why not bring them here?

Look, no. That's sweet, but the timing's bad.

You know,

seeing the sort of father you are,

so kind to his kids,

makes me love you even more.

I really have to go.

See you later.

Thank you.

So...

Why's Dad at Jeff's

when we're kids and we need him?

Because some adults are eternal kids.

And Jeff's like that.

And we're fine without Dad. We don't need him.

One last thing: not a peep about my operation, ok?

Not to anyone.

- Look, Dad! - What's he doing here?

He came to see you before the operation.

How are you?

You ok?

Did you come to watch us?

No, Nonno's watching you.

Dad's staying with Jeff, who's not well.

Did he do a suicide attempt?

What? Where'd you get that crazy idea?

Go back inside. I gotta talk to your mom.

I want to come with you.

It's hard enough as it is.

I want you gone.

Elvira, what are you doing?

The kids'll need me.

My father can handle it fine.

You can't just throw me out.

Not for something that doesn't matter.

It does matter.

They're arguing, aren't they?

Yeah, it's weird.

It's like she's going on vacation, without us.

Are you serious?

I've done a lot of thinking.

It's not that you slept with her

- and I don't believe it doesn't matter.

It's all the rest behind it, the frustration,

the talks we never had.

You think it's a lie about Jeff and they had a fight?

Maybe. I don't know. The wedding talk's died down.

Stop it!

We need a clean slate.

We all need to understand

how we got to this point. You see?

- Mister... - Yes.

We'll be there in 25.

Actually, we're going to the station.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Faggot.

Open your books to page 83.

Start with exercise four.

Virginie, read the instructions.

This is Elvira's voice mail.

Leave a message after the beep.

Sorry to bother you on comp time.

I know you're busy, but I've got an accident case

and the dates make no sense.

There's obviously a mistake.

Call me back. Thanks.

Channa!

Did you hear?

What?

Kevin woke up.

But the doctors say he'll never walk again.

What?

Slow jog!

Don't worry.

It wasn't your fault. It was a game.

Why'd his parents withdraw their charges?

No idea.

Juliette saw your mother

at the hospital. She had them sign papers.

What were they for?

Lay off me.

Miss Lambert?

Would you do that for me?

I don't know, Mr. Kramaritch.

I really don't know.

Hello.

Jeff. I'm Patrick's brother.

I hear he's a fine photographer.

The best around.

I want him to do my wife.

Fifty years of marriage.

She saved my life

like a valiant knight. I called her my heroine.

I was just a coward.

Could you do me this last favor?

I'll see you out.

It's urgent.

- I'll call you later. - Urgent.

Goodbye.

Why not photograph his wife?

She's dead.

I see.

Then don't.

Except that it's very well paid.

At least she won't be blurry.

She won't answer my message.

Isa.

What did it say?

"Answer or I'll kill myself."

You really...

I figured if emotional blackmail didn't work,

then she really didn't care.

Was I wrong?

I've called fifteen times!

Why won't she answer?

You try calling her.

What's the difference?

You try. She always answers her kids.

- Wait till everyone's here. - Come on, please!

Cut it out.

Just one.

- Mom? - Sam, call you right back.

She's calling back.

- Mom? - I'm in the corridor.

We can't phone in the room.

- You ok? - Everyone's fine. And you?

- Hi. - Hi!

Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry.

How's your room? Ok?

It's fine.

Are you alone?

There's another woman.

She sleeps a lot. And snores.

What do you eat?

A typical meal tray. Sam, I thought of you.

We got chocolate mousse.

I'm coming to the hospital.

What'd Nonno say?

I'll pick you up

at the hospital.

Give me your room number.

I told you. You can't.

The doctors won't let you see me.

Screw the doctors!

Got that?

I'm coming

after the operation.

Got that?

- Dammit! - My phone!

It's not her fault.

Calm down. Hush.

She's so stubborn.

It's the rule. It's not her.

Honey...

I miss Mommy.

And she's all alone in the hospital.

Don't be sad. She's not alone.

Keep your chin up and be strong.

I so wish Dad was here.

Say goodnight,

then go back where you were.

It's better if I sleep here.

No.

I know what you did, you know.

So,

look, if anything

happens to my daughter,

I'll hold you entirely responsible.

Got that?

Her cancer is your fault.

Wait. What are you saying?

That your wife got sick because you cheated on her?

That you caused her death?

I'll say goodnight to my kids and then go.

Your mother's a rock.

No one can resist her.

No stinking little cancer cells can scare her.

She'll send them packing.

She'll knock 'em out.

Everything'll go fine.

I love you, Dad.

Me too, pumpkin.

Good evening.

I'm done.

No!

Thanks.

You brought me good luck.

Let me buy you a drink.

You can't say no.

Maria Magdalena?

No.

Let's go.

Please, miss, another round.

- That ok? - Suits me fine.

What's a woman like you doing alone in a casino?

Are you a gambler?

Not really.

Looking for a soul mate?

Aren't you curious?

Then guess.

A game?

Hot or cold.

Fine.

Your accent's not local,

so you're passing through.

Hot.

It's a weekday. You're here for work.

Hot.

You're not shy. You like talking to people.

I see you as...

a salesperson.

Cold.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

I hate to lose.

I'll go for broke.

You're a dentist here for a conference

on new dental implants.

Ice cold, freezing!

You have nice teeth, so I thought...

I give up.

I can't say it out loud.

It's a secret?

You're kidding!

Fantastic!

I've always dreamed of doing that.

- Really? - Yep.

How do you rate this bar?

Well...

The service is good.

The barmaid keeps a proper distance.

On the ball but not overbearing.

The olives are good,

the chips are crisp, the tapenade is tasty...

It's good.

I'm impressed.

Excuse me, we're closing.

But it closes a bit early.

Hi.

How about a beer?

I'm kinda busy.

I'm happy for you.

See? Emotional blackmail works.

I'll try to remember that.

So long.

Hang on.

What's the matter?

What is it?

Sorry.

I can't.

It's not you, it's your tongue.

- What about it? - It's so small.

I haven't touched a tongue,

a tongue besides my husband's...

We're not married, but I haven't kissed a stranger in...

You ok? Are you nauseous?

No, I'm ok.

You know,

I've only had two men in my life.

The love of my youth, the great love of my youth.

And the father of my children.

And you wonder if you really want me

to be the third?

My husband's having an affair.

I'm sorry.

So I made him think I have cancer.

Isn't it horrible?

Yes, it is horrible.

Look.

This is my cousin's.

We look alike, don't we?

The picture's not me.

- It's not? - Nope.

I'm banned from casinos.

I have a pathological relation with gambling.

I hadn't been in a casino in three years.

You're not a travel critic.

Not at all.

It shows.

I was making it up.

I work for a lousy insurance brokerage

with a lousy boss.

Would you sleep with me?

Yes.

Done!

She'll get it before the operation. Look.

I look awful!

- You look nice. - Aren't we cute?

Take it easy. This one's ready.

- This one. - Cut it out!

Who could that be?

I'll get it.

Can I make one?

Hello.

Is this Virginie Lambert's home?

What's it about?

Are you her mother?

No.

I'll introduce myself.

Marie Garapon. I'm a journalist.

Are you Virginie's father?

Her grandfather, Nonno.

You look young.

I know. I had my daughter at 20.

I want to meet your granddaughter.

Can I come in to explain?

Come in? Yes.

Thank you.

I discovered Virginie's blog through my niece.

She said Virginie was a cyberstar.

- Really? - Yes indeed.

You have over 50,000 followers.

So I looked at your blog,

and it moved me so much I figured I'd do a story.

- Does Mom know? - Uh, no.

Virginie did her blog on a secure children's website.

It's super easy to use.

To help with her cancer, I clean my room

and make my bed every day.

My brother Sam, my sister Carole and I made...

It'd be great to do a report on Virginie.

Other children in the same situation

could find out about her blog.

I don't know. Her parents aren't here.

You'd be interviewed, too,

as a family member.

I'm sure you'd be great on screen.

It's just that

we'd rather tell our mother first.

Yes, it's not a good idea.

You're right.

I think it'd be a great surprise for Elvira

after her operation.

You sure?

I'm head of household.

And I say,

andiamo!

Thanks, Nonno.

MOM, WE LOVE YOU

Isn't it lovely?

Magnificent.

I'd forgotten how beautiful.

You from here?

Yes and no.

I lived here

a long time ago with my parents.

My mother's buried here.

We don't take time to look at things.

Yet we should.

It soothes the soul, doesn't it?

At this hour, I should be ironing my husband's shirts.

And I should be grocery shopping for my kids,

while my boss yells at me on the phone

and my husband screws the druggist.

Want a cigarette?

No thanks. I quit.

I quit quitting.

Good luck.

Carole,

Sam,

Virginie...

And him.

FETOVAIA, ITALY

For the best of moms,

may this bring you luck for your operation.

Ok, fantastic.

Then I'll ask a few questions about your blog:

Why you wanted to start it, how you began.

All set?

Ok.

Shit.

Can we go to the hospital?

Right away?

As fast as you can.

Ok.

That's impossible. Giannini.

I have nothing.

Spell it, please?

G-I-A-N-N-I-N-I.

No.

Try Lambert.

I have two Lamberts.

Elvira.

Elvira, no.

Maria Magdalena.

This is complicated.

My daughter's complicated.

Nothing.

Hello, Papa?

Give me your room number. They won't.

I don't know. I'm tired.

Ask someone.

I can't bother a nurse

for that.

I'll call you back.

I'm in room 312.

312.

What floor?

Third floor?

I'll call you back.

Hello, sir.

Excuse me.

312?

Which building? Which ward?

Which building?

Papa!

What are you doing?

Why'd you come down with your suitcase?

People steal things. They tell us to watch our stuff.

Give me that.

We'll go to the cafeteria.

What cafeteria? We're going upstairs.

It'll do me good.

Papa.

I'm not sick.

It's not true.

I can't believe it.

You didn't.

How could you do something like that? Tell me.

How could you?

What?

Why're you laughing?

Why? Because I'm happy.

Come here.

My little girl.

You're amazing!

Come here.

What'll you do now?

It's simple.

I say the operation went well.

And life returns to normal.

What about Patrick?

When he finds out you lied,

he'll make your life hell.

I know.

How'll we handle the surprise?

- What surprise? - A surprise...

The surprises of life...

That's the point

of a surprise.

Mom?

Mom!

Hurry, it's starting.

It's going to start.

What's going to start?

With user-friendly Scallywag, kids can start their own blog.

Ten-year-old Virginie wanted to talk about her family's ordeal.

My mom has breast cancer.

We didn't talk about it much so that things wouldn't be too glum,

so I created this blog on my own

to tell all kids whose mom is sick

not to lose hope.

Virginie recounts the life of a family

almost like other families.

Dad, brother, sister, and her mother, Patricia,

who has breast cancer.

We didn't talk much about it at home.

Mom didn't want people to know.

She didn't want to upset us.

So I started this blog to externalize things.

We knew nothing.

She did it on her own. I thought she talked to herself in her room.

I do that a lot.

We don't talk much except to yell at each other,

like all families, I guess.

Don't tell the others, but she's my favorite.

Not true! I never said that.

It's the editing.

Later, I'd like to be a YouTuber.

Not to talk about cancer, but to make people laugh.

Meanwhile, Virginie's working on her next post,

a poem for her mother.

Stop it, please.

You are so brave

You could stop the waves

Your strength will cure you

And your love carries us through

It's already over.

Wasn't that great?

Are you ok, Mom?

Mom?

No one will know it's you. We called you Patricia.

Smoking again?

How could you let them?

It made her so happy.

For chrissake!

How was I to know you made it all up?

What'll you do now?

I don't know.

Want me to talk to the children?

If you say a word to them,

I'll kill you.

I don't believe it.

I've spent my whole life covering for you.

You screwed up with the kids, not me.

Because you've never lied, have you?

Why do you say that?

Why wasn't I at Mom's funeral?

You said she was away...

- What was I supposed to say? - On vacation! Liar!

- You were too little. - Go away!

Figure it out on your own, for once.

We'll see how you manage.

Right! I've had enough.

I've had it! Get out of here!

- Same for my friend. - Ok.

What's up?

Something's eating you.

The guy didn't come.

There's been a little problem.

I was supposed to get paid this time.

It'll come.

I trusted you.

Let's talk about trust.

Is it...?

Maria Magdalena.

So,

you talk to me about trust?

Where is she?

The casino in Nice.

Simon saw her the other night.

He told Matteo.

Worth its weight in gold?

She lives in Nice?

Want me to look into it?

Yes.

Then be patient.

And you'll be rewarded.

My father used to say,

"When you give things time,

"time

"pays you back."

Subtitles: Mariette Kelley & Cynthia Schoch