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LOVE ON THE EDGE

I brought the goods. I want my money.

Mother Maya, please excuse me.

Open the bag.

Panzani.

- Did you see his...? - Have you been to the spring?

I have. I brought water.

Butter?

It is.

Cheese?

We have.

We begin.

Dear ones, please forgive us for the delay,

but today is a very special day for us.

Mother Maya returned to the kitchen. For what? To cook the Polenta Bear!

We have a special guest.

Mr. Poenaru that made a reservation for this unique moment 11 months ago.

Mr. Clau, will the raffle be held this year too?

Yes. As you know, the Polenta Bear is being paid for, but it's also shared.

So, what will be left of Mr. Poenaru after the drawing of lots,

will go to the luckiest of you.

I wish you good luck!

Thank you!

Are you tired, Mariusică?

You are tired, Mariusică.

What's the matter, boss? Why did we stop?

You took the wrong path. You went the wrong way.

Mariusică...

Forgive me, boss. I've been driving all night long.

Some things cost money, others time.

But those things that really matter cost both money and time.

You mean the polenta?

The Polenta Bear from Mother Maya is not a food.

It is an idea.

Floor it!

Because it's not only cooked,

it's a secret that no one can poison.

And nobody can replace it.

It's not food.

It's Mother Maya.

- Mr. Poenaru. - Mr. Clau.

The Bear is waiting for you.

- Not as I'm expecting him. - After you.

Please.

Mariusică!

Are you ready?

For 11 months and 6 days.

Are you sure?

Did I stutter?

- Please. - What does this mean?

What does this mean?

What's that?

Mother Maya?

But... what happened?

You are late.

Ten minutes...

There's a vacancy next year in September. Shall we book it?

- Mother Maya. - So we don't book it.

Goodbye.

Mariusică.

Mariusică.

Mister!

The driving is over for you!

You are fired!

What do we do, mother?

We cut it in two and half of it we give it for the raffle.

And the other half?

Forgive me.

To the restaurant.

The Polenta Bear halving was recorded in the presence of witnesses at 11:20 AM.

But where's the Polenta Bear?

Didn't they take a half?

And the other half?

Maybe... that's the one they took it.

What do we have here?

Beans with smoked meat. Bread and...

And borsch. Borsch, Mr. Clau.

Nothing else?

- No. - No.

So what are we doing?

Are we serving Mother Maya pickles for the menu of the day?

Go.

Hello.

The beans with smoked meat.

Close your eyes.

- Open them. - Wow!

I can't believe it!

Ducu!

- Marina! - Ducu!

What are you doing to him?

It stings him.

Let him suffer if he's not smart.

- Mother, what in God's name? - Shut up!

- Granny, it hurts. - It hurts me too.

- You betrayed your family. - I only gave her a taste of it.

- To whom? - To Marina.

- And who is Marina? - The one from the Caparco family.

- And who are the Caparcos? - Our arch enemies.

- And what do they want? - To steal our recipe and bankrupt us.

So you know what you did.

CAPARCO DOMAINS

Hurry up!

A little bit.

Here. Taste.

Milk, sugar, butter, flour, eggs, lemon.

- And? - Vanilla.

Oh, my! So?

Snow White!

Bravo! Bravo, my love!

Caparco!

Marina, what...? Careful not spoil my cashmere. Go. Go to your mother.

What happened, my love? You have no heart. Come here.

- And the cashmere? - What happened to you?

- I feel sick. - Who?

The Polenta Bear.

Marina!

Come here right now!

Alone!

Are you sure that the Polenta Bear was from Mother Maya?

Yes.

The ingredients!

It was as if I had eaten a rainbow.

Oceania!

Come here right away!

Dress nicely and go play with Ducu. Then you tell him you are hungry.

That's the moment I've been training you for.

The Polenta Bear was cooked.

Get lost!

But, Granny...

You are disgrace for our family.

Do you want me to just suffer?

Do you want to go after your mother?! To leave us as she did?

- No, granny, I want to stay with you. - Then do you want me to die?

No, granny, I don't want to kill you.

So, don't kill me!

I'm not killing you, granny.

- If I see you... - With someone...

- From the Maya family... - From the Caparco family...

- You're gonna kill me, Marina. - That means you killed me!

Get lost!

Are you coming?

That's no coincidence that my nephew has a crush on Caparco's niece.

Mother Maya, they are just kids. It happens.

There's no such thing in the kitchen.

"Dear Marina, I'm sorry I left like that on our date.

Please forgive my Daddy. He was definitely upset about Granny.

Dear Marina, I am upset.

I found the last letter I sent you right in the tree in front of the house.

I didn't throw it hard enough. Please, don't lose you patience.

I'll train and be strong. Wait for me. I get back to you.

Dear Marina, I tried to throw the letter further today,

but it only flew just over a few trees.

I wish there were no more taste and people not to have a tongue.

If there were no taste, there would be no war between our families,

and we would have been together now.

Dear Marina, I had such a terrible nightmare.

I dreamt that my letters had fallen into the hands of an evildoer.

I promise you I will fight all my life to see you one more time

when you eat the Polenta Bear and light the forest with your smile.

See you soon."

23 YEARS LATER

- And the pickles? - What pickles?

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday!

She liked it.

Long live Mother Maya! Long live Mother Maya!

Happy birthday!

We invite you to blow out the candles.

How do you like the surprise? Look here!

Straight from the Caparco farms.

I missed the pickle truck, but please give it a try.

I had a tip that a pickle truck is coming, but it was the vegetable van.

What happened to you, lady?

Isn't it OK that I took them?

Bio carrots?

Ouch!

Mother!

Rolling.

He graduated from the College of Chemistry in Bucharest.

He studied nutrition with Professor Karl Kimch in Germany,

then he returned to Deva to put into practice

what he himself calls an alternative for the whole food industry.

One pill. Specifically, F-ALT pill, Food Alternative.

An alternative for food.

Today at Your Deva we are talking to Radu Munteanu,

or Ducu, as he prefers to be called.

Thank you for agreeing to give us this interview.

Hello and thank you for the invitation.

I'd like to add that I didn't work alone. Here's my colleague.

Mihaela Micu. General practitioner.

She is responsible for the F-ALT pill's impact

on our digestive and nervous systems.

Okay.

How did Mother Maya's nephew managed to create such a revolutionary pill?

I don't understand what this has to do with my family.

I'm doing something revolutionary here.

Stop. Stop the camera.

Listen. I apologize.

My job sucks and my producer writes my questions.

I understand, but...

Don't worry. Over time, I learned a trick.

He makes me do all these explosive interviews,

I do them, show them to him

and then I cut everything out during editing.

I mean the final version is the one I want.

- OK, but I'm not comfortable with... - I understand you.

I don't feel comfortable either. But I really want your interview.

- Thank you. - Your story inspired me so much!

You had the courage to leave home at 16 years old,

to tell your family that you are different.

You did everything I haven't the courage to do with my boss.

Look, you give me all the juicy stuff and then we'll talk...

about your pill replacing all meals.

Yes, especially it has all the necessary nutrients for a healthy alimentation.

Exactly. It suppresses hunger, the need for sweets...

It's revolutionary what you're doing!

Indeed, especially in America, this is very trendy.

So can't you make a little compromise so everyone knows about you?

- I can. - Shall we shoot again?

- Yes! - Please. Yo, collegue! We do it again.

Hi, Uncle Gigeti!

How are you, Ducu? Did you buy a car?

- I did. - And how does it work?

Better push it than pay the gas price.

I wanted to thank you for the interview.

Yes, I felt very good.

It was like a theraphy.

Yes.

Thanks. Bye.

Sorry.

It's OK. A scoop of vanilla and one of strawberries.

- I beg your pardon?! - Go get it for me.

No!

- Why not? - Cause it's not my fault.

You said you were sorry.

I did it out of decency, but it's not my fault.

You said you were sorry, that means it's your fault.

Little girl, I said I was sorry because I'm a decent guy.

You were on the wrong side of the road. Walk properly. That's all.

OK. The detergent is more expensive, so you know.

Father?!

You hit hard, I give you that!

What happened to your eye? Did you fall into a bottle with it?

Your grandmother.

- Has she started to hit you?! - And how! Since you left home...

And haven't you told anyone?

- To whom? - The police.

And tell them my mother beats me?

- It was her birthday yesterday. - Long live!

You didn't come and she is very upset.

So I thought...

And this, so you can buy her something nice. You'll see.

"Forgive me, Granny. Happy birthday!"

Have I written that?

- Isn't this your handwriting? - No.

- It is your handwriting. - No.

Wouldn't you like it to be your handwriting?

- I would. - You would?

No.

Fine, as you wish.

I'm telling you as a father.

You are her own blood,

she's your grandmother, and she'll die soon,

and you'll be sorry you two didn't make up.

I can't wait for that moment.

To make up with her?

What? Have you run out of money again?

What have you done with the money I sent you?

I did research, dad. Look, I have here everything I need.

Why can't you take drugs like all the other normal kids?

Dad, don't joke. If I have money, I can change the world with this pill.

"If I have money". So you need more, right?

Everything costs money: testing, research...

Besides, it's just a loan. You can be my partner if you want.

Sure...

Partner...

- Did you think we'll never meet again? - What do you want?

You were right. The detergent is more expensive. Come pay for it.

Mommy!

Go for it! Call Mommy so she sees what a brazen child she brought up!

- Mommy! - Ada?

- What is it? Are you OK? - You should know I didn't touch her...

And, besides bullying kids, what do you do?

Marina, I didn't do anything to her, honestly.

No worries. I know her too well. She's just like her father.

She'll do anything to get what she wants.

What about you? What have you been up to lately?

Where do I begin? I got married, had a child,

I psychically destroyed her, as it goes in my family...

I'm not joking. We're both doing therapy.

I opened the restaurant I dreamed of all my life...

- And now I'm divorcing. - Super!

Thanks.

I'm not talking about the divorce, but the restaurant.

But that's the super part. I caught him with the waiter.

Anyway, I'm pissed that I paid the waiter's wage

and now I'm paying a shrink to explain the whole situation.

I see.

And now?

Now, either I give him half the business or I lose the restaurant.

- I'd like to see it. - What?

The restaurant of course.

The Pickle of the Year. I forgot it was today.

- The grandmother. - Your grandmother!

Marina, it was so nice to see you. Giving the situation, I have to go.

- It's my shift now, I can't leave. - That's it. Every man for himself.

- Get me out of here! - I have no solution.

Help! She's not breathing!

Folks, she's not breathing! She's just a kid! Help!

I mean, she's breathing, but heavily...

And there's something with her head.

I should have fever, you ass. I told it was too much with the fainting.

Yes. She's having head fever.

Marina...

You want the day off?

And why do you scare our customers?

Cause I don't have any days off.

Then go home and cure your kid of head fever.

Are you firing me?

How much shit have you eaten to find a boss like me?

Beautiful, smart, and empathic?

Nope, a divorced mom with a Tinder account.

- Is that where you fished him from? - No. He's a childhood friend.

Get out of here!

Hello and welcome!

We're at the 35th edition of the Pickle of the Year!

Out of the 50 competitors, only two are left with the same number of points.

The two families still in competition are invited onto the stage

for the final friendly greeting.

Let's give it up for them!

Come, mommy, let's go.

- Mr. Clau. - Mr. Duiliu.

- May the best win! - Hear, hear!

- Mother! Mother! - Please!

The oxygen tanks will blow up!

Let the jury decide, gentlemen!

And... make some noise, please!

Louder!

The first prize, the Pickle of the Year,

Mrs. Maya Munteanu, or as we all know her, Mother Maya!

It seems that the Caparco family gets the second place this years as well.

The second place!

The second place! The second place! Caparco!

Caparco!

Let's give it up for them!

Thank you all for being here and we thank our partner Mercurian Bakery!

So, have a good time!

This is it.

- Enough. Let's go. - Wait a moment.

Sorry.

I want to see it properly.

Can't we get inside?

Until the divorce is over, we aren't allowed inside.

Anyway...

- What is there to see? - I want to see Marina.

- I am not my work. - Let's go!

Are you crazy? We aren't allowed inside.

- No! - Yes!

- Marina. - No.

- Come on, Ducu... - Come!

I ask you: what's between you and your dream?

- The insomnia. - You mean the reality.

No, I mean this restaurant consumed my days and nights.

Do you know what always fascinated me?

No, but I get the feeling you'll tell me.

Those situations when you see a poor man...

Okay...

...living on a minimum wage and does whatever he can

to get thousands of euros for the operation of a loved one.

And he succeeds!

And I'm not talking about Teledon or UNICEF. He just succeeds.

Because he realizes that there's a moment in his life

when money isn't hard to get when something is urgent.

Did you hear about people getting better from an illness

and then they died in debts?

I did. But let's get there first, the debts, and then we'll see.

You are talking as if you had the money I need.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to encourage you.

Thanks. But for that YouTube and motivational speakers were invented.

Come on, you're okay too. At least you don't have any ads.

This guy doesn't have money for an ice cream, but he talks business.

Come on, Ada...

It's true.

- Vanilla and...? - Strawberries.

Let's get some ice cream.

Let's go!

We beat them again.

Mom, the show is beginning. Do you want to watch it together?

Please. Come on, mom. If we're not happy for simple and beautiful things,

what's the point of working so hard?

Please!

The Pickle of the Year!

Mrs. Maya Munteanu, or as we all know her, Mother Maya!

But things are not peachy in the Munteanu family.

Our colleague Laura Dima talked to Ducu, Mother Maya's nephew,

and she found out some interesting things.

I want to save the world from the slavery of the taste,

and the name Mother Maya dies with me.

If you had to describe Mother Maya in one word, what would it be?

A pickle.

No. A lonely pickle in a big jar.

Even he doesn't belive what he says. Maybe he was tired...

Lawyer Petrescu? Why call him?

OK, I'll call him now.

- Hello! - Hi!

One with strawberries...

and one with vanilla and strawberries.

Come on, lady! I'm waiting for a half an hour.

- We apologize. - It's not normal.

- It will be resolved. - Right away.

We're still in breaking news mode.

We found out what happened on the stock market

with the Mother Maya restaurant chain.

According to our sources,

the mogul has decided to donate her entire fortune to a dog shelter.

- It can't be possible. What? - Wait a minute. Andrei! Ioana! Wait!

According to our sources, the mogul has decided to donate...

What is it? Are you OK?

Yes.

- Go. - Are you sure?

- Go! - Sorry, but I...

...it will be closed starting next week.

He is Alfred. Alfred has his toys.

But this is not a message for Alfred.

It's for the watch dogs, for the alarm dogs.

We tell them, "Thank you".

And we offer them Thank Q Standard.

Now also Thank Q Plus, with proteins and vitamins complex.

No, no, no. Please. Please. There's no problem.

Please...

No, no! Please!

After soup and grilled meat some cake is good to eat!

For the gents and the young miss. Pastrami, pasta and winglet...

Cocorici cooked healthy and fast. Boiled or grilled... Flambéed pasta.

Mother...

I never asked you more than you gave me.

Besides this, I don't know what else to do in life.

And the truth is that at my age no one will hire me.

I put some money aside for a little restaurant.

Please let me have the recipe for the Polenta Bear.

Please.

Wait. That's it?

But, mom, that is... I mean, it's...

OK, I'm sorry. If you say so...

Oh, here she is! Happy birthday, granny!

- Here! - Ducu.

What? One flower is not enough?

You wanted a more expensive present, right?

- Forgive him, mother. - A present is offered from the heart.

- But you don't know its meaning. - Dear boy...

- Do you want to kill me? - I wish you hadn't existed.

What are you doing with all those glasses, dad?

- Let them be here. - For who?

I don't drink, you don't drink, grandmother's not thirsty...

Never mind. You don't know who and how many will come.

There's no more water. Can you go to the spring to fill these buckets?

Why don't you take it from the house?

Cause the tap water stopped running from the faucets.

Nothing's working in this house.

Are going or not? I also took it from there.

Dear mother...

How are you staying there all alone?

But you are not alone, mom. That's not what I wanted to say. I am with you.

And you must know Ducu is here too.

The three of us as we used to be.

Look, mother.

He's sorry, you know.

May your sleep be soft, mom.

And?

What made you come?

Didn't your grandma die too?

She did.

I saw her. Now, I have come to rejoice for yours.

- Marina, are you nuts? - I'm sorry.

Here, I brought a candle.

What do I do with it?

The way it looks, you pour yourself a glass of wine and fill up the bathtub.

- Sorry, I didn't find anything else. - No worries.

The place she's going to will have enough fire. A candle is a bonus.

Do you hear?

People came.

People are crying for you outside.

So beautiful. They seem to be laughing.

But they are crying.

Cheers!

Do you think it's okay to joke like that?

- I really don't. - No.

I mean...

I think we should say nice things about her.

Correct.

Please.

And what do I do with this?

Give it to me and I'll take it in there.

Here. My condolences.

No.

Me, on the right, 'cause I'm right-handed, and you on the left...

like in England.

You smell like burnt bacon.

The food burned.

Where's father?

Father?

Are you okay, dad? Can you hear me?

I would like to die like this!

With asparagus by my side!

Are you sure you don't want to go with him?

- I would but... - What?

- There's a stupid saying... - What?

They say that if you leave the dead alone...

- Okay... - ...it will come back.

- So what are you doing here? - It's stupid, right?

It is. But as for her, it's better to be sure.

That's what I'm saying.

I'm hungry.

I'm sorry.

We only have flambé dishes in the kitchen.

Indeed. There's nothing to eat at Mother Maya's funeral.

- Ironically, right? - Yep.

If you want, I have these.

They contain all the necessary nutrients...

No! Don't tell me you're one of those.

Which one?

Food alternative... with food... and slaves...

How can I be? I just keep them for the job,

for these situations when someone dies,

when the food is on fire. I'm not, how can I be?

What do you do?

Me?

I'm a chef.

Of course.

- Of course. What else... - Can you do?

Shall we go to the kitchen?

She's not going anywhere.

I don't believe!

- A Polenta Bear! - Really?

I have an idea.

Are you sure your Dad doesn't come to take it from my hand?

No! No worries. We're safe for a few days.

Gramercy!

What are the old hags doing now, I wonder?

I don't know.

Maybe they're fighting for the Eternal Pickle.

I would fight for something like this to reopen the restaurant,

and I don't know... I would marry the chef that made it.

- Really. Who made it? - Me. Are you proposing?

Give me a break. Mother Maya gave you the recipe...

Marina, I know it by heart.

I spent my childhood under the table where she cooked. Seriously.

Listen.

What would you say if I borrowed money to buy the whole restaurant

and reopen it with you as a chef?

I'd say...

When do I start?

But...

But?

It is strictly a professional relationship.

Ducu...

You helped me remember who I am and...

what my dream is.

And I'm very grateful for that.

And I would love so much to have you by my side.

And to break this feud between our families once and for all!

But I don't want to mix things up.

What do you say?

Or...

Or...

Ducu?

Ducu!

Strictly professional.

The only problem now is where the hell do I get all this money?

Come on... Dough can be found.

Super.

Hello.

Hello.

- Can I help you? - Just a sec.

We have some really good products on sale, the ones with the yellow labels.

Thank you so much.

Besides schnitzels and potatoes, do you have anything else cooked?

We have. Salads, borsch, everything.

- At the end of the glass case. - Thank you so much.

You are welcome.

Here.

I don't believe it!

I'm gonna miss you.

Don't worry. Where do you think I'm getting the supplies from?

- Leave the badge. - Frame it!

- Sir, it's very beautiful. - It is.

Still... I have to ask you, why at this price?

I'm leaving for Italy.

My son has been living there for 15 years.

I also have a 3-years-old niece which I saw only once.

The photos they sent... eyewash.

If I understand correctly, this price includes everything,

the kitchen appliances...

Sir, I'll give it to you at turnkey.

- Still not convinced? - Yes, but...

Let's see some more.

- I got half of the money. - Wow! Super! Bravo!

I'd like to tell you, I'm not actually asking you, just asking a question.

Yes. Right now, you are not doing either, but go on.

Do you know any financially powerful people

who would like to invest in the restaurant?

I don't know any financially powerful people, but I think I have a solution.

In this very moment, I would jump all over you. Strictly professional.

Strictly professional, I'm asking you why don't you, if you're thinking of it?

OK. I'm going. Bye!

Sir...

It's fantastic.

What can I say? It's... Just a moment.

Sorry.

Yes.

Dad, I have great news.

- Me too. - You first.

- No, you first. - I found an investor for the pill.

I only need some money for the research to show him everything is fine.

Is that why you called me?

Don't take it like that. It's just a loan.

- I pay you pack in double. - And how much do you need?

OK.

I'll think about it and call you back.

- Is everything alright? - Yeah...

You got yourself a deal.

But...

I was thinking, couldn't you wait for another two weeks?

It's done with the other half of the money.

- I can't believe it! - You better believe it!

- Are you kidding me? - Tell me, when do we start?

In a week at most, we're ready to open.

- I gotta go! - Bye!

Thank you.

Mihaela, there's a big problem. With the pills, yes.

It's bad, really bad.

I'm going home now. If you want to come over...

- Wow! Amazing! - What's so great?

Your taste buds are gone, they're practically dead,

as if they never existed.

And you think that's great? That's another side effect of the pill.

It's a side effect if we don't know how to promote it,

but we're gonna say that that's what we were looking for from the start,

that that was the intention.

How long does it last?

I don't know. We need a test group for that.

But we'll surely get funding, it's the discovery of the year:

the annihilation of taste.

- Super. - What's with the long face?

In no more than a week, I'll be chef.

Marina: Hey! I did it. The whole team is coming back.

I managed to convince a Yelper to do an online review for us.

We'll be there especially for him.

We start the online promotion and then go strong.

Ducu: Super!

Marina: Are you OK?

Ducu: Why?

Marina: You say "super" only when you don't know what to say.

Ducu: Well, out of joy I don't know what to say.

Marina: Super!

- Yes, you. - Yes, but I haven't done anything yet.

That's our tradition. Each new employee is greeted with applause.

Everyone takes care of organizing the kitchen and we leave it to Ducu

to work on the Polenta Bear.

We're not doing anything else today, OK?

Let's go.

So... what do you need to prepare the Polenta Bear?

Polenta.

Anything else?

And a bear.

No worries...

I have been waiting for this moment for 15 years.

To what?

To light the stove?

To cook a perfect polenta bear each time, the proportions are important...

The water is boiling.

What a nice plating, boss!

Do you think shepherds are making a plating?

- Taste it. - It's your dish.

Taste it.

It needs salt.

Taste it.

Why don't you taste it? What wrong?

I had a hot coffee in the morning and... Taste it.

I see.

More butter.

Salt.

Cheese.

Cornmeal.

Salt.

Salt.

Salt.

It needs salt.

Perfect.

Sit down please.

Thank you.

Until the food is coming...

Enjoy your meal. Welcome.

Guys, the yelper is here. Are you ready?

- Yes. - Yes.

It looks super!

- Do you want to serve him yourself? - Of course.

Go.

- Are you OK? - OK. Perfect.

- I quit. - What?!

Wait... What?!

- Hello! - Hello.

I'm Ducu, the new chef. As we are honored by your visit,

I will personally serve you a Mother Maya recipe.

The Polenta Bear.

Mother Maya? That shepherd's recipe with bourgeois touches

that people ate only with a reservation?

- Exactly. - Interesting.

- Enjoy! - Thank you.

What?!

- Where's Julien? - I don't know. He resigned.

What?!

Maybe he tastes it as in a wine sampling.

He tastes a little and then spits it out.

Right. Let's not get alarmed in vain.

- He already posted it?! - No, it's too soon.

What does he say?

"If this is what Mother Maya was eating,

I can understand why she went bonkers and died."

Yo, are you nuts?

How could you screw it up like this?

I had a fight with Julien and...

I asked him to taste the food because I...

You what?

I had drunk a hot coffee, and I had no more taste.

Get Mother Maya out of you, because I want to call some food critics.

We can say that that one was a hater, but some important people are coming.

- Can I count on you? - Yes. Of course.

I promise.

I can't give you the recipe, I promised your grandma.

- But I know the recipe, dad! - The hell you do!

I grew up under the table where she cooked.

When you kicked everyone out, I stayed there, under the table.

OK, let's say you know the recipe, but... I don't understand.

You made me give you all my money to get a job at Caparco or what?

I'm gonna give you your money back.

I have no idea. Believe me, I don't know...

What do you want from me?

I can't cook anymore, dad.

Why? Are you sick? Are you disgusted?

- No. - Are you nauseous?

- No. - Well?

I have no taste.

- Do you have Covid? - No, dad.

It's simply a side effect of the pills. I lost my taste.

Didn't you say that you no longer want to be a slave to taste? There it is!

And I'm not.

Instead you're a slave at Caparco's.

Right?

Can you help me?

Yes or no?

Why would I?

Because all the money you gave me so far you gave me secretly.

Because on my every birthday you came secretly.

Because when I entered the college, you came to secretly congratulate me.

So I'm asking you for one more thing.

To secretly prepare a goddamn Polenta Bear, when no one is looking,

and carry on the family tradition of lies, of ins and outs, and suspicious plans.

What do you say?

If there had been another father, he wouldn't have come even secretly.

Really?

- Are you serious? Can you hear yourself? - Yes.

You ran away from the family that only wanted what was best for you.

Do you think I ran away because of that? And Mom too?

Let's not mix things up.

Your mother didn't run away because it was hard for her.

She run away because it was easy.

She ran off with a waiter

and she cooks the Polenta Bear somewhere in Argentina.

She chose to betray, because it's easier to betray

than to stay and fight with the family.

That was not the reason she left.

She left because only you could live with Mother Maya.

And you know it very well, but you don't want to admit it.

So you stay with her... even if she's no more.

What are we doing here?

- Magic! - Food!

Who do we do magic for?

- For people! - For customers!

Which are people, too.

When do we do magic?

- Now! - Always!

Today the food critics are coming. The theme is migration.

You are free to improvise on the cuisines of the diaspora.

Italian, French, Spanish...

Cook so many specialties to make their heads spin.

And then... we'll wipe off of their feet.

The Romanian cuisine.

The Polenta Bear.

At the end of the day,

I want everybody to cry of homesickness, even if they are here.

So everybody works to promote the Romanian bear.

Are we clear?

Yes!

- Marina! - Yes?

- I want to... - Say it.

- I want to tell you something. - Yes.

- Can we step outside? - Sure. Come.

- Please. - Please.

Please.

I must tell you that I'm not...

- Actually, that I am... - What are you?

F-ALT.

Like those people in America who prefer pills to food.

You mean you aren't a chef?

Of course I am!

I used to be F-ALT, but not anymore. Now I'm a chef.

So why are you telling me that?

I knew you didn't like lies and I thought I'd better tell you now than later.

- But what's that gotta do with anything? - So it's OK?

Yes, but... I think we should nuance the lies part,

'cause if you tell me that I'm not fat, it's OK.

Well... you are not.

Bravo!

Have you changed your mind?

What do you propose?

Couldn't you use a soft blanket?

What are you doing?

Dad, tell me how it tastes.

A pinch of salt.

Half a tablespoon of butter.

Taste it now.

A little more salt.

Two small pieces of cheese.

Dad, taste it now.

- That's it. It's good. - Perfect!

- But it's not good. - What do you mean?

It is, but it isn't. It's not the real deal.

- What does it need? - It would need a little...

- They are here! Are we ready? - Yes!

- Get in there! I'll fix it. - It's not what we want.

- I'll fix it. - Ducu.

- Are you ready? - Yes. I put it in the mold now and...

- We are serving, right? - Yes.

Let's go!

Let's go! We are serving!

We are at a historical event, and that's not an exaggeration.

What was once Deva's secret is now available for everyone.

The Polenta Bear emerges from the shadows and it's there for everybody.

One more thing has to happen now. The three food critics:

Lucian Marinescu from Umami -The Fifth Taste,

Eugen Capră de la GreenFest and Alina Pan from BunRomânesc

will certify if the recipe is the original one of Mother Maya.

- None of them is spitting it out. - Some goals you have in life.

- People not vomiting your food. - I tell what I see.

I'm going.

Go.

Thank you so much for being here. I hope everything was to your taste.

- Yes, up to a point. - Can you elaborate?

- The Polenta Bear was... - Trite.

Even if it's a Mother Maya's recipe, how can I put it... the taste is...

It's a simple recipe more than trite.

Trite? Exactly, trite.

Plot twist. Could this be a sabotage?

Could that be the goal of Mother Maya's nephew?

A long-planned public humiliation?

Could this be the last blow of Mother Maya from the afterlife?

Believe me, I didn't...

I didn't put more than needed. That's what Maya wrote...

Is that true?

- What? - Did you sabotage me?

- Is it what you wanted all along? - Marina!

Let's bury the Caparcos too if Mother Maya is kaput, shall we?

Marina, I swear I did all I could!

You lie to my face and you're making a fool out of me.

Marina, I would never sabotage you for my family.

- It's true, Miss. - What's he doing here?

Get out of my restaurant and out of my life!

- Marina. - Out!

- And you? - I... He couldn't...

- Out! - OK. OK.

- So that's what you did. - What?

What... You sabotaged her.

Ducu, all my life I was like a buffer between you and your grandmother,

but it never crossed my mind to sacrifice your happiness for hers.

You know what? If you really want a scapegoat, here I am!

But... if you really want that girl, you need to find a solution fast.

You finally spoke like a father.

- You know what we'll do? - What?

We both go to the kitchen and we try the recipe until we get it right.

We're ready, dad.

Let's pour in the water.

Salt.

More, more.

- Water, salt, oil, yes? - Yes.

Seems Mother Maya was doing the same.

Cheese.

Look at that. Bravo, dad.

We're gonna nail it.

- No. - What?

- It's not. - What?

It's not. We change the order of ingredients.

Good.

- Not good? - It's not what we need.

Another one.

- Let's switch places. - Yes.

- Come on, dad... - It's not the right one.

We change the order of ingredients.

It's not?

Not what we need.

Throw it way, and you do it.

- Let's do it one more time. - I can't anymore.

You do it, but change the order of ingredients.

Water...

Salt... Butter...

Cornmeal.

I can't believe it!

Taste it. Taste it.

Is it hot?

- Oh, man! - Is it good?

- Ducu! - Is it good or not?

It's like my mother's!

We have the Bear! We have the Bear, Ducu!

Wait, so we don't lose it! What did you put in? Cornmeal?

- Panzani. - Butter? Cheese?

Ibănești, like Mother Maya, salt, sunflower oil, and...

- And? - And?

- Say it! - Water!

Water?! But didn't we put water all the time?

Yes, but now I put spring water.

That was the secret. So far I have put another water.

How on my mother's polenta can I tell? Water is water! Man!

- Dad, we have the Bear! - We have the Bear!

We have the Bear! Growl! Growl! Growl!

It will be fine.

People will eventually forget about those reviews.

Sure...

I brought you something to eat. You haven't eaten anything all day.

You just had coffee.

Here.

Marina!

- Ducu? - Yes.

- Ducu, is that you? - Yes, it's me.

- Where are you, Ducu? - Here.

Are you in the bear, Ducu?

No, Marina, I'm in the guéridon.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to tell you that I found out the secret.

It's an ingredient my grandmother never told anyone.

Not even my Dad.

That's why he was there, to save the day, not to sabotage you.

Marina, I can't cook anymore.

I took some pills, F-ALT, that annihilated my taste.

And that's because since I lost you...

- It's really is good. - Now you sense the taste?

I can't believe it! Marina...

But we have a big problem.

What?

After the promotion we did, we have no employees, no money, and no customers.

I think I have a solution.

I can die now.

If you gave us the money first, it would be...

Super!

Mariusică!

3 YEARS LATER

- Ducu. - Yes. Hello!

I have something for you.

From Mother Maya.

Mother Maya?

What's that, a curse from the grave?

And that's also for you.

Have a good one!

Don't be scared. There's no curse from the grave as you probably expect.

I just wanted to give you back something you lost many, many years ago.

Since you left home, I've come to realize that it's not what you collect matters,

but what you share, and especially with whom.

You had nothing to offer other than that innocent smile of yours. Nothing more.

And back then, I didn't know how to accept it.

Please forgive me.

Is that what you've been doing all along?

Yes. I mean, no...

Take the cake and come. Everyone is there.

I am now convinced that you have so much to offer

because I have seen a kid who can defeat the fiercest monsters

so he would come out victorious.

I am convinced that you also gave our recipe to the Caparcos

with whom I fought all my life.

I hope you have found the person capable of giving you everything I couldn't.

And maybe one day you'll tell me

what the love I've been hearing about feels like.

Mr. Poenaru who booked the moment...

What are we doing?

- With the pickle. - Water!

The second place! The second place!

Mariusică! Mariusică? Mariusică.

Caparco!

What?

I no longer have the restaurant.

It's closed.

No!

We are Romanians! We are Romanians!

No! You and Mother Maya too!

AMBULANCE

Mom?

Mommy?

Mommy!

My mommy! Did you wake up?

I'm out of breath, bro!