All language subtitles for 5rFF-mytho-E6.eng

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

EPISODE SIX

One, two, three, four.

Now we sit up.

And settle on the pillow.

Sit comfortably.

Calmly take one or two deep breaths.

And exhale.

Great.

Shall we do the sun salutation?

Inhale, stretch up. And back.

And exhale as you bend forward.

Inhale, right leg back.

And inhale in cobra.

I'll miss you.

Me too.

Thank you.

I've always been...

an outsider.

I never had a choice.

In German we say...

Very good.

You've progressed a lot in German, too.

Less than in yoga.

I'm sorry.

Keep going.

My mother has always encouraged me

to be myself.

Without her,

I might have killed myself.

Your mother...

I'd very much like to meet her.

I'd like you to meet her, too.

As soon as she's beat her cancer.

Mom!

Mom?

Shh. She's resting. Don't wake her.

Hi. Do you want a ride?

Did you have a good breakfast?

The most important meal of the day.

They're good!

- What are these books?
- They're for you.

Read them and tell me what you think.

Sam.

It was hard for me.

I was really sad...

I understand.

No.

You don't.

I fell in love with Samantha

and she doesn't even exist.

I'm sorry.

That's it.

Did you have other questions?

Maybe your wife should see a psychiatrist.

MEDICAL IMAGING

Did you speak to her?

I can't call her.

I'm so...

angry.

Get it out of your system.

- It's monstrous! How could she?
- That's it.

To her own family.

How could she lie that long?

Dammit.

She's a complete nutcase.

I don't think so.

It hurts like hell!

Here.

What on earth? They're essential oils!

Breathe it in!

Here.

What do I do?

You have to tell the children.

I'll never have the strength.

Want me to?

Thanks for offering but...

Start by sending Elvira a message.

Ok.

What do I write?

Give me your phone.

You are a monster

Choose a card
and place it in the center, please.

Isa, I need your help.

- What?
- You have to cure me.

Excuse me.

I can't cure you.

Not of my cancer, of me.

Cure me of myself.
I've been doing things...

It's as if someone else were acting.

I'm watching and it scares me.

Like a demon.

You know they exist, so make it go.

Use your powders and make it go away!

Explain it calmly to me.

There's nothing to explain!
Release me from this thing.

I can't.

Then what good are you?

I'm good at listening to people.

But I can't cure anyone with powder.
Nobody can.

- Powders are just pretty lies.
- No!

Lies are never pretty!

Never!

Meet me at Gillers

She's not home.

Want me to come with you?

No, thanks.

Photograph every detail.

What?

If it goes to court,
you'll need proof of wrongdoing.

Anything that proves she lied
and everyone believed her.

And take the documents and the kids' ID.

What for?

To be safe. In case
she decides to leave the country.

- Go on.
- You're right.

Thank you.

Your Father or Mother Has Cancer

Anybody here?

Mr. Brunet?

Hello.

Where's Brunet?

He should already be here.

The coward won't face us.

I really can't say.

- You mean the report?
- I don't care about that.

We've paid over 140,000 euros
in premiums over the years.

And on a 50,000-euro loss,
you're covering less than half.

I understand, but how can I help?

Ok, we padded the claim

because our invoices were outdated.

But you'd have only paid out
10% of the loss.

That's the contract.

So we replaced a few bills.
What does it matter?

We didn't steal. We're the victims.

I understand, but you lied.

That cancels any reimbursement.

We're up shit creek!
We can only see three months ahead.

So shove your truth.

I'll refer back to Mr. Brunet

and see what we can do.

I'll be in touch quickly.

Scumbag!

Bunch of thugs!

Traitors!

That's right, get lost.

We won't take it lying down!

Scumbag!

Get lost!

Beat it!

I see they gave you hell.

- You fed me to the wolves.
- Fine.

Add it to your shitty little report.

I'm on to you.

What are you talking about?

You and your girlfriend.

Chubby Channa.

You built a case against me.

Not at all!

To think you're taking down
the last free man.

It's appalling, you know!

I know there's an audit against you,
but I'm not involved.

I saw you snooping!

- Back off!
- Making photocopies!

I'm gonna get fired, you wenches!

Yes, ok, I snooped.

But it's unrelated.

Take it easy!

Why then?

I copied a medical file
to make my family think I have cancer.

Shit. I'm lost.

Can you repeat that?

I falsified Jane Laval's file
to make my husband and kids

think I was sick.

They believed you?

Sure did.

Why'd you do that?

I don't know.

So they'd pay more attention to me.

Did it work?

I'm jealous.

In my case,

I've spent my life
telling people the truth, when in fact...

it's pointless.

You're one first-class bitch.

I'm telling the kids

Hi. Are we disturbing?

You are.

We haven't met. Marie Garapon.

I did the report on your daughter's blog.

It was a big hit, you know.

Our editor loved it!

And Premium
is launching a docusoap series.

They want the pilot to be with Virginie.

- Great, huh?
- Whatever. I don't care.

We think Virginie has immense potential.

She can represent young people
on social media and influence them,

so we'd like to shoot
a more in-depth program about her.

Oh, and I hope your wife is better.

I'm sorry.

Listen.

Virginie's blog
helps many children in her situation.

The more we tell her story...

Shut up.

Sorry.

I just can't.

- Hey, you.
- Hi, Virginie.

Is your mom ok?

Yeah.

- Your blog is great, by the way.
- Thanks.

Come on.

We're going to see Kevin. Wanna come?

Don't talk to them, ok?

Yes, Michel. Thanks for calling back.

It's for my partner.

Yes, I hadn't told you,
but things are official now.

He needs some legal advice.

He's having trouble with his kids' mom.

An outrageous story.

No, not married.

I made crêpes.

Would you like some?

Can I have another?

As many as you like.

Is it Kevin?

How do you know?

I've taken an interest in you.

- Did you look at the books I gave you?
- Yes.

During recess.

I read two pages.

It was gibberish.

Not to me. I liked it.

It's like science fiction.

Do you like science fiction?

Not really.
I prefer horror films or fantasy.

Such as?

- Like Lord of the Rings.
- We have similar tastes.

I love that film.

So does he.

My spiritual guide. An exceptional man.

I'd really like him to meet you some day.

He'd love you.

Sam!

He just walked by.

I'm going to see him.

Thanks for the delicious crêpes!

So actually,

your thing's a bit like a religion?

What's your definition of religion?

You're getting a divorce?

No, it's...

It's more complicated.

Your mom doesn't have cancer.

She's cured?

No.

She lied to us.

Your mother made up her illness.

It wasn't true.

So she's no longer sick?

No. She never was.

I don't get it.

What don't you get?

Why did she need an operation then?

She didn't. There was no operation.

But she was at the hospital.

Yes, selling insurance

to real patients.

I don't know.

But Dad...

She couldn't have.

And yet she did.

Everyone will call me a liar now.

No...

You didn't lie.

Not to anyone.

It's not your fault, it's Mom's.

But my blog!

I'll get hate mail when people find out.

Then don't say anything.
It doesn't matter.

It does matter!

What's wrong?

- I feel sick.
- Calm down, sweetie.

Calm down.

I'm hungry.

How could you do this to us?

At first, I didn't do it on purpose.

It just came out.

It was like...

a slip of the tongue.

Saying one thing for another.

It happens.

What disconcerted me is that from then on,

everyone started being nice to me.

I mean, this place used to be...

like a hotel.

For everyone.

You came through,

scrounged in the fridge.

Mom did the shopping,
Mom made dinner, but...

nobody cared.

Everyone had
something better to do because...

everything outside of this house,

in other people's homes

with the other moms,

or with other women...

It's always better than what I offer,

Elvira.

It's true.

It's like everything sucks here.

Nothing I do matters.

I'm only good for doing laundry,

filling the fridge.

I'm a food dispenser.

A love dispenser.

What do I get in exchange?

Nothing.

You're not nice.

You disrespect me.

You interrupt me all the time,
as if what I did was worthless.

I got sick of it. The lie just...

slipped out.

I tried to tell you the truth,
but you didn't listen.

That's par for the course.

No one ever listens to me.

You've never let me speak this long
without cutting me off.

It feels strange.

I'm making the most of it.

So...

I tried to tell you the truth, but...

you wouldn't hear me out.

Deep down, it suited you.

The sicker I was, the more...

you seemed well.

As if something had patched up our family.

We started doing things
we'd stopped doing.

The five of us together.

Loving each other.

Laughing.

Then, I admit...

I lived it up.

I didn't want it to stop.

But I swear...

I swear.

It would've all been over next week.

I was cured and we moved on.

Having won back your love and respect.

Do you understand?

No.

We don't understand.

You're giving us a guilt trip.

It's revolting.

No one asked you to do everything.

Not cook every night

or lie.

It's true.

Dad's right.

Nobody asked you to iron everything!

And wash all the time.

How could you do this to us?

It's awful!

Now everyone will call me a liar
at school.

I'll have to stay
locked in my room forever!

It's not fair.

It's not fair to put us through this.

I wish you were dead.

Leave.

Leave us alone.

A liar and selfish.

You don't abandon old ladies in the woods.

I know you're just my imagination.

Maybe. So what?

Now that we're here, can't we chat?

No.

I don't talk to people who don't exist.

Do you know the definition of madness?

Yes.

Me, right now.

Talking to myself. I'm losing my mind.

Not at all, no.

Madness is doing the same thing every day,

while expecting the outcome
to be different one day.

That was before.

That was madness.

You tried something and it bombed.

It bombed, and how!

But at least...

you took a new path.

You tried something different.

And that...

That's what being alive is about.

Is it?

One day your children will thank you

for giving them a taste for excess,

bad behavior, what's forbidden...

Alright already! That's enough.

Time for me to go.

- Evening, ma'am.
- Registration...

No need. There's a fire, ma'am.

Is there?

- In the forest?
- Yes, you need to turn around.

No, I have to get through!

Where are you going?

I don't know.

Is your home around here?

You don't seem well.

- Are you alright?
- Yes, I'm fine.

Ok, you can turn around then.

FOREST FIRE: A RELENTLESS BATTLE

The kids are in bed.

They're terribly upset.

It's so horrible for them.

I still don't understand
how she could do this.

I spoke to my lawyer friend.

Married or not, it's the same.
You can have custody

and the house, everything.

You can even demand alimony.

She'll pay dearly.

Ok.

What if I came over?

I can pick up pizza for everyone.

That's not a good idea right now.

The kids are destabilized as it is.

I'm sure you understand.

Yes, I do.

Of course I do.

I'll call you back. Bye.

See you tomorrow.

Where could she be?

No idea, but she wasn't in the car.

I know she isn't dead.

She just ran away.

Let us know if you hear from her.

We'll keep searching and inform you
if anything comes up.

Alright?

Thank you.

What?

You should look for her.

You need to do something.

I say, she can stay where she is.

Steeped in shame.

If you don't go find her,
she'll never come back.

You know she can't get by without you.

I say...

screw her.

I have a story to tell you.

It's the story of a man.

His name is... Michel.

He's lost in the desert.

After a while, he turns around

and sees there are footsteps next to his.

Michel realizes there's
an invisible force walking next to him.

It gives him the courage to walk on.

He walks for hours.

It's nightfall and Michel is very tired.

Exhausted.

He turns around

and realizes
the footsteps have disappeared.

So he speaks to the invisible force.

He asks why.

"Why is it that when I need you most,

"you abandon me?"

The voice answers,

"When you see only your footsteps,
it doesn't mean I've abandoned you,

"it means I'm carrying you."

We mustn't abandon those who need us.

You understand?

As I was saying,
today my mother started chemotherapy.

She won't be home for a few days,

and we're not allowed to visit her.

It's the opportunity
to explain what chemotherapy is.

These stones contain vital energy.

They can help you

find all the strength you need

to face the hardships in life.

They can also foster

the return of a loved one.

Do not resist.

Abandon yourselves

to the power of the stones.

Concentrate

on the power they give off.

Let their energy penetrate you.

Nonno!

- How are you?
- Good. Come here, you.

Did you miss my pizza?

I'll make your favorite.

We missed you, too.

Hello. Can I help you?

I'm looking for the house
of Maria Magdalena Giannini.

She lives across the street. Elvira.

But I don't think she's home
at the moment.

- Thank you.
- What's your name?

In case I see her.

My name's Lorenzo.

Thank you, ma'am.

Goodbye.

Feeling ok?

A young man was looking for you.

What did he say?

Nothing much,
except that his name is Lorenzo.

An Italian, I think.

Well, I'll let you rest.

If you need anything, do let me know.

And dinner's in 45 min., if you like.

Subtitles :
Mariette Kelley & Cynthia Schoch