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In the depths of our memory, it is a black night.

Like the starlings over Rome's skies.

Black like going to bed alone without a story.

Like the hot coffee I loved to drink.

Black is the night where memory fades.

Deep within, memories are hidden.

It's a forgotten world, a veritable empire.

They wait silently, patiently

to be fished out, brought back to life.

The first is the thumb to put in your mouth.

The second is the index finger to press the doorbell.

The third is the middle finger, the biggest, the most imposing.

And the fourth...

is the finger which wears the ring.

Ring.

Yes!

It's my ring.

Not in your mouth.

Come eat!

We're hungry!

It smells good.

With sauce.

Chicken with peppers.

Open your mouth, darling.

It's hot. I'll blow on it.

Look at me.

-Linda... -Look at Dad.

Dad...

Linda...

What's wrong, Giulio?

Giulio, look at me. What is it?

What is it?

Hush, Gazza!

Going through my things?

-It's for children. -No, you know it's mine.

Time to eat. Shepherd's pie or lasagna?

Why does it fit me?

Because you've grown. You have pudgy fingers.

Put it away.

Shepherd's pie or lasagna?

Same thing.

Can I have it a while? I'll give it back tomorrow.

-No. -Please!

Mom, please, please, please...

Please... Go on, Mom, please...

-Enough whining! -Please...

Oh, OK, but just for tonight.

CHICKEN FOR LINDA!

Unions have maintained their call for a general strike tomorrow.

Demonstrations are planned in Paris and in all major cities in the form of...

A 24-hour train strike. Disruptions will start

tonight at midnight. According to senior management...

-Are you going to be long? -Coming!

40% of trains should run, along with a reduced bus service.

Those calling for the strike...

Ready!

Why are your hands in your pockets?

I'm cold.

-Show me. -Wearing lipstick?

Your hands.

The other one.

I knew it!

Can't I keep it a bit longer?

No, put it back.

Go on, we'll be late.

Parisians aren't pleased when they hear of it.

They say: "The king won't let us meet to find solutions?

We won't have it."

They decide to take the king to court.

The king is sentenced to death.

They cut his head off

and carry it around on a long stick.

Oh, yes, I remember.

See you tomorrow, miss.

-Remember tomorrow's strike, children. -Yeah!

Annette, wait for me.

Pretty beret.

You like it? My mom bought it for me.

I love yellow. It's my favorite color. It's neat.

-My mom would never buy it for me. -Really?

Where did you buy it?

NO DOGS

I want to get out.

Easy, Zorro.

Diapers, shower gel, flypaper, gherkins,

onions, and peppers.

-Get the first three, me the rest. -I'll come.

-Annette... -Yes?

Can I try your beret on?

Does it go fast?

Yes, I won lots of marbles with it.

-Pablo? -Yes, Pablo?

Well, where is he?

Excuse me, ma'am, have you seen my little brother?

Pablo? No, not today.

Where are you?

Pâté...

They've moved everything again. I'm lost.

Pâté.

Ah, that's pâté.

Thank you.

Pablo's tower!

There you are!

All broken!

Come home!

Come home now!

Right now!

OK, I gotta go. Here.

No, keep it till tomorrow.

-Coming for a sleepover tonight? -Yes.

Bye.

Come here!

-Are you cleaning? -No, there's a leak.

Hey, where's my ring?

-A leak? -Answer my question.

-What question? -The ring.

It was on the table.

Not anymore.

-Where, then? -That's what I'd like to know.

Did you take it to school?

-There's something in your pocket. -No.

-What's that? -A beret Annette lent me.

-Did you trade it for the ring? -Annette lent it to me!

I'm no dumb-ass. You come back with a new beret, and the ring has gone.

-You said a bad word. -And you're lying.

-But it's the truth. -You took it to school, didn't you?

Will you give me the beret if I say yes?

I want the truth, Linda.

You took the ring to school and traded it for the beret, right?

-Give it back. -As I thought.

-Why not? -Confiscated!

-You said you'd give it back. -You're a thief, Linda, and a liar.

-It's not fair! -I'll tell you what's not fair.

That ring means a lot to me, and you know why.

You know why.

Dad gave it to you.

You do remember. I wanted to wear it tonight to go out, for once.

And I can't because you lent it to a friend. That's not fair.

-Come on. -Where to? Mom!

-To Aunt Astrid's. -No!

-I'm going to Carmen's! -You're punished. No Carmen!

-Mom, Mom... -Silence!

I don't have my shoes.

I'll never come home!

I'll run away and never come back!

And you'll be all alone, you dumb-ass!

Anyway, I hate home. It's old and ugly,

it leaks and it's all broken.

And you can't fix homes.

You can't do anything.

See Linda?

She got a big slap.

Yeah, huge.

Her mother slapped her.

What did she do?

I don't know.

-Yes? -It's me, Paulette.

-What is it, my kitten? -I'm not your kitten.

She's punished, she's sleeping here.

-That's the punishment? -Yes.

Well, no... But can you help me out?

-No. -Look...

No, I can't. I have lots to do.

I just slapped her.

I can't take her home now.

And I'm going out tonight.

Please, please, please, please...

Enough whining.

Please, please, please...

Well, I have no choice.

Oh, thank you.

I gotta run.

I have to go get changed. See you tomorrow.

Before 10 AM. I have my class.

Come enter the prison.

-Take your shoes off. -Yeah, yeah.

See? It's not hard.

Your turn.

-Is that dinner? -Partly, yes.

-Is there nothing else? -Frozen food, like at your mom's?

-I have carrots. -Oh, no!

Don't touch!

Want spinach?

Great!

Concentrate.

That's disgusting! No...

Hey, Paulette!

I'm Linda. Paulette's my mom.

Well, like mother, like daughter. Fish them out for me.

You too would like caresses, huh?

Oh, no! I don't believe it!

Dammit!

Oh, Gazza, look what you've done.

Get out! Go away!

I'll kill her!

OK, I'm coming!

-I made a mistake. -About what?

-Dammit! -Mom?

Yes, it's me.

-Did I wake you? -No, I wasn't asleep. It's too dark.

Look.

-The ring! Gazza ate it. -It stinks.

Know where I found it? In her vomit.

She ate it.

-See, I was right. -Yes.

-I'm not a liar. -I'm sorry, Linda.

I was very unfair. I'm so sorry. Forgive me.

What are you kids up to?

-I'd like to sleep. -I'm taking her home.

-Where are your shoes? -In the hall.

What can I do to apologize?

Tell me.

Ask me anything.

I mean it.

-Know what I'd like? -No.

-I want chicken. -She wouldn't eat.

-Nor even taste it. -Chicken?

-With peppers. -With peppers?

Chicken with peppers?

No... You know, that's a bit complicated for me.

You said I could ask for anything.

Nothing else you want?

It's a bit dumb to want that.

It isn't dumb. You're dumb!

Why does my niece talk to me like that?

Come on. We'll think it over.

I've already thought it over.

Mom...

When we're dead, are we in the dark?

I don't know. I'm not dead.

What about Dad? Does he know?

No doubt.

Is he scared in the dark?

When you were in my belly, you were in the dark.

I don't remember that.

Nobody does.

Did it exist if you don't remember it?

Yes.

-What about Dad? Did he exist? -Oh, yes.

I don't remember very well.

That's only natural. You were so little.

I remember chicken with peppers.

You won't give up, will you?

OK, you'll get it.

-With peppers? -With peppers.

-Cross your heart and hope to die? -I promise.

Sleep well.

When the children are very small

And they wake up at night

We, the moms

We, the dads

We would like to sleep, sleep

When the children are big and strong

And they sleep all night long

Whipped cream...

We, the dads

We, the moms

We can no longer

Sleep, sleep

The path, the dark forest

The wood, the fire, the grigri

The ravine, the rain, the shadows

The teepee, pili pili

The thunder, the wind, the echo

The earth and

The stream

It's a wish, a gamble

For you in your bed

For you in your bed

We need some special potion

Goat's tears or pumpkin lotion

Chicken and potatoes...

You know

The recipe

There! Roman-style chicken with peppers.

You'd know what to do

Mom...

Come on, wake up, Mom.

Come on. Time to make the chicken.

Come on, wake up.

Make the chicken.

What time is it?

It's...

903 minutes.

Oh, it's late.

Linda!

Come back!

Linda, you'll get soaked! Come on!

I'm running like a headless chicken!

Oh, no, I forgot.

-It's closed? -Come on.

Let's try elsewhere.

-We can't buy any chicken today? -We can.

We'll find somewhere.

STRIKE

Oh, I don't believe it!

Open up! Open up!

-Open up! -Come on, Linda.

-Open up! -Everything's on strike.

-Open up! -C'mon, you'll get soaked.

Please, open up!

It won't open. You can see there's a strike.

So, what does "strike" mean?

Madam is served.

ON STRIKE

-Want a peanut? -Turn around.

-How interesting. -Great.

-A masterpiece! -Tomorrow?

You said today!

-You hoped to die. -No, I didn't.

FREEDOM IS PRICELESS 9 EUROS

GOLDEN FARM EGGS

I'll be right back. Stay there.

Hello. Are your parents home?

They've gone to the demo.

I need a chicken. You have chickens?

Yeah.

Could I buy one?

-I dunno. -Isn't that a chicken coop?

-We don't sell live ones. -Don't you have any dead ones?

-I'll pay you. -No...

Hold this for me a sec. Hold it.

No!

Everything's closed with the strike.

No! My parents aren't here.

Come tomorrow or another day.

-Please... -Bye.

Open up!

Please!

I don't believe it!

Mom!

Let's go.

Lady!

What? We got it, didn't we? We'll make chicken with peppers.

Faster!

And we won't even get stopped by the police!

Will you cut off its head?

Or suffocate it?

-Maybe that's the way. -Don't talk nonsense.

-You don't suffocate chickens. -You do!

You put its head in a plastic bag...

What's going on? Is the elevator out of order?

Or wring its neck. I'd wring its neck.

Don't worry, I'll handle it. I'll find a way.

Goal!

Go on, defend!

7-0!

What're you doing?

-A chicken! -Yeah, sure!

-Paulette! -Hey, don't touch.

-Can I see? -No!

-You found it? -Hush!

-Is it real? -No, a fake!

Gosh, what's it for?

Lunch. We'll wring its neck.

Enough! Linda, stay here while I see to the chicken.

-I'll come with you. -No! It's not for children.

Stay here, I'll deal with it. I'll call you.

-I'll close my eyes. -No. Just 5 minutes.

I have to feed Pablo. Come help.

-Are you on your own? -No, there's Fidel and Castor.

You do have lots of peppers.

Stop it!

You've reached Astrid. I'm out, leave a message.

Astrid, it's me. Listen...

I have the chicken for Linda.

But the thing is, it's alive.

And I don't know how to kill it.

I thought maybe the two of us could do it.

And you have tools. I don't know, an ax, a scythe...

Something which would make it a bit easier.

Quiet, you.

Missed again!

You can't score!

It'll go in this time.

Shoot properly.

-I am! -You're not!

-I am! -Well, it's my turn now.

Thanks!

Thanks for the peppers. That's done.

Full power will cook it faster.

-Just the chicken... -Pablo hungry!

Where's Mom?

-Chicken... -I'm coming.

Wait, it's hot.

Chicken!

-Wait... -Chicken!

Linda, come see.

Mom!

Mom, where are you going? Mom!

I knew it. She sucks.

She's taking it back. I'll be right back.

OK, I'll take care of the peppers.

You're chickening out, aren't you?

Can Astrid pluck it, too?

Don't worry, she can do everything.

Speak of the devil.

Astrid, thanks for calling back.

Listen, it's not difficult.

-Damn! -What're you doing?

What's she up to?

Isn't Linda coming back?

OK, come on.

Let's find a chicken. She'll be pleased.

Chick-chick-chicken!

Now, phone at the wheel...

What do you do?

I ask for her papers.

-You won't believe it... -Papers!

They're in my bag, that's for sure, but where...

-While you're at it, inspect the car. -Yes, sir.

So, inspecting the hood...

They're here somewhere.

That's not it...

I'll inspect the trunk.

-Sir, someone's in the trunk. -What?

-There's movement. -So, open it.

-No, don't! -Linda...

-What should I do, sir? -Open it, dammit!

No!

I said not to open it!

It was... a chicken. A live one.

-Well, get after it. -Yes, sir.

-Stop! -Linda, wait for me.

More money, more money!

Hey, stop!

Police!

I'm coming!

More money, more money!

Down, boy!

Hello, Afia. Do you have any chicken?

I dunno. Come in.

Hi, Zorro.

I've got lamb chops, rabbit, shrimp. Not the shrimp.

That's all I've got.

That's not chicken.

I like it when we salute the sun.

Hello.

I'm sorry. Forgive me.

It was the demo. You can't get around.

I had to make a big detour.

Never mind.

You have to accept the pitfalls life throws at you.

-Yes, let's stay zen. -Yes.

There's no past or future.

You push all bad thoughts...

towards the ground.

And please turn your phones off.

There...

We disconnect from the world.

Whose phone is that?

Yours, I think.

Oh, sorry.

Drat... Hello.

You're not killing that thing here!

-Forget the chicken! -No, I won't!

I won't forget the chicken! Let's go to Astrid's.

You have to pick up my car!

No! My car!

-Poor her... -She's usually so calm.

No.

Watermelons?!

Sorry about this. I'll reschedule the class.

-Bye. -Namaste.

-Goodbye. -Namaste.

-See you. -Goodbye.

I eat candy

By Jupiter!

Instead of getting mad at her

I eat candy, it's so dumb!

Instead of giving her a thump

Hard candy, toffee chews

And chocolate bears

Fruity fizz and lollies

Strawberry or lemon flavor

I told her no

No, no, no, no!

I told her no

Stop it, Paulette!

I try auto-suggestion

But when the moment comes to say no

I don't know why but I say... yes

Marzipan, coconut ice

And fruit jellies

Flaky biscuits, shortbread

All the cookies

I told her no

I told her no

I told her no

I told her no

I told her no.

Stop!

Pull over! Stop!

Oh, hey there!

Hello? Oh, it's you, sir. Yes, fine.

He's completely nuts!

Come on, get out.

Enough! I know you're in there. I don't have time...

What's going on?

Oh, sir, don't worry...

There's someone in your truck.

-What? -Yes, there is...

-Come out! -A stowaway?

Let me do my job. Come out right now. At once!

If you don't come out...

you'll be for the high jump!

-You OK? -I'm allergic...

To feathers!

I swell up.

I could die!

I could die...

"I wish I could die

for this blonde hair

For the swell of your

most chaste breast..."

"For the strictness of this sweet hand

Which in one stroke cures me and harms me."

Don't you think that's overdoing it?

Say that at the station.

At the station? We're not going, Mom!

We gotta kill the chicken.

Say we can't go.

Mom...

Say something.

We'll do what you said.

We'll prepare the chicken with lots of peppers.

Like Dad did.

Don't cry little girl...

I'm just doing my job.

I'll take your mom to the station.

But not for long, OK?

Your dad can come for you and prepare the chicken.

Where's your dad? Where is he?

He's dead.

Oh, I...

Sorry...

You don't know my mom?

Small with purple hair.

There are a lot of people in those blocks.

I know her from the supermarket.

You do?

Well, it's incredible.

-Fate, isn't it? -Yeah, we're so lucky.

I'd have killed your chicken if it wasn't allergic.

Are you sure your mom won't mind?

Of course not!

She grew up in the country. It'll bring back memories.

She'll kill it in two seconds flat. And it's fate.

OK, we kill it, then we go to the station.

-Agreed? -Yes.

Well, thanks.

Because I'm not sure my sister...

Yeah... No...

-A crazy blonde? -Yes.

Hair tied with a big green scrunchie, old sneakers, and a scuzzy raincoat?

-You know her? -It's my sister.

-She stole a chicken? -Yes.

-You told her no? -Yes.

-But she still took it? -Yes.

-Is it your chicken? -My parents'. I'll be in trouble.

Oh, the rotter! She does that to everyone!

-Do you have a sister? -No.

Good call. They're a pain in the butt.

-I'll get your chicken back. -Alive?

Alive!

The number of strikes has increased. Almost every sector is affected.

Some are paralyzed, especially transport.

There's no...

-Who is it? -Me, Mom.

Jean-Mimi?

-Surprise! -Oh, sweetie!

Let me introduce Colette.

-Paulette. -Hello, ma'am.

-I know you. -Yep.

-Your daughter? -Yes.

-Can I come in now? -One moment!

-OK! -OK.

Ma'am, police.

Heavens! Jean-Michel, what have you done?

Help us kill it.

You country folk can kill chickens, right?

Me? I've never done that! Are you out of your mind?

Oh, no! My jacket! It was brand-new!

Can you take your thing back? It'll get everything dirty.

-You've never killed a chicken? -My father did, not me.

I buy them at the supermarket, like everyone else.

-Do you have a bathroom? -End of the corridor.

I'm sorry, young lady. I can't do much to help you.

You can't leave it like this.

-Got any detergent? -Under the sink.

Are you OK, miss?

-You don't look too good. -It was her dad's chicken.

I promised her!

-Mom... -Mom!

It won't come out.

What'll we do?

Where's your father?

He's dead.

They already tried that on me. Everyone, to the station.

Don't you have a gun?

You're all completely crazy!

Don't move. Let's see if Annette is home.

Oh, hi.

-Nice turban. -Thanks.

We're looking for chicken. Got any?

Yes, I do.

Here. It's from yesterday.

Zorro, come back here!

You're a really lousy cop!

-Linda? -All broken.

-Well, it's not easy. -Go on!

-This shot is the one. -No, that's enough.

You'll break everything. Jean-Mimi!

OK, let me do it.

You've never done this.

-Give it to me. -Hey!

Freeze!

-So cool! -Don't touch my son!

-Are you expecting someone? Might be the police...

Don't move.

Yes, who's there?

It's Carmen, ma'am.

Is our friend here?

-Who's your friend? -Linda.

What's that?

Where's the ball?

Carmen!

Annette!

Little girl!

Hey there!

Don't worry, he's ever so gentle.

Down, boy.

-Are you a friend of Linda's? -Linda's there.

I've got it!

Nearly!

Got its foot!

The stinker pecked me!

Here, try this.

It's funny here.

Like at home, but different.

-I can't reach it. -Gotta move the dresser.

Sometimes there's a safety catch...

Do something. I can't stay like this forever!

Look, I'm trying my best!

-Where's the key? -Well, I don't know. I'm sorry.

-I'm vacuuming here. -Sorry.

-Come on! -What?

-Look for it! -I am!

There it is.

Look what I found.

-Are you there, girls? -Yes!

Afia, come help us!

There you are!

It's always the same. Someone has to clean up your mess.

-You're wacko! -I'm wacko?

I'm wacko, am I?

Alright, miss?

Abandoning a vehicle,

fleeing a police checkpoint, hit-and-run, chicken theft... How's that?

Chicken theft?

What do you mean?

-Isn't this chicken yours? -She robbed a kid.

-Oh, come on... -Shut up!

What're you doing? Great police work!

I knew I should have been more wary.

I didn't like our relations from the start. In fact...

In fact, see this key?

-You're nuts. -Oh, am I?!

You're a thief and a liar.

-I don't trust you. -Please...

No more "please". Enough!

Heavens!

It's not us. It's the chicken.

Mom!

-Enough. Give me the chicken. -No, we'll zap it.

No, we won't.

-Eat your peppers with pasta. -No way!

You called the police. Please hold...

-Come on, Linda, be reasonable. -No!

Fidel, catch!

-Dammit! -Damn!

-Gotta get it down! -What?

Gotta get the chicken down!

You called the police. Please hold...

Come with me, you.

Don't worry, ma'am, my colleagues are coming.

Good. I'll tell your superior what I think of you.

No, hang on.

Fidel, Fidel...

Watch this.

I'm watching!

No use. Gotta throw it from above.

Give us the ball.

-What're you doing? -You'll see.

I'm very sorry. I can't even help you.

Mom... Wake up.

-Ma'am... -Mom...

-A bit harder? -I don't want to hurt her.

Mom!

Sorry, ma'am.

OK... My turn now.

Take my shoe.

What can I throw?

Look out!

Give me a boost.

-What? -Know how to do that?

Come on!

Bend your legs.

Close your hands.

It'll hurt...

Fidel! Shake the car!

Show us how strong you are.

Shake it up! Shake it up!

How does it open?

Press it, I guess.

What are you doing?

OK, let's fish for the chicken.

-Shake it up! -Stop it now!

You savages!

Shake it up!

I'm gonna be sick...

Who wants a lollipop?

-Who wants a lollipop? -Me!

You want a lollipop? Here...

Fruity fizz!

Toffee chews!

Licorice!

Give me a boost.

Hurry up, I'm out of candy!

Enough already! I know my job, OK?

Look, there's lots of candy.

I can't eat it.

Who's she?

She looks mean.

It's not good candy.

Look, there's a police officer.

-A real one? -I dunno.

I want to go down.

Jam... I'm sure it was there.

Can you find it, Jean-Michel?

There!

Ready.

You'll soon be free.

What is that?

Oh, it's my little ring.

You lost it in my truck.

Turn around. There'll be sparks.

Don't hurt me.

Never.

I smell sausages. Don't you?

Horsie!

Zorro, go on, horsie.

-Mister, can you get my sweatshirt? -The blue one or the red one?

I can't reach!

-Can you get it? -Hold your horses.

I don't understand. Don't talk all at once.

-Where's my jacket? -Which?

More, more...

A bit higher... Stop!

Now, go west.

Please, sir...

-OK, pull. -The hook's stuck.

Got it!

My uniform!

-Well, that's it, my career is over. -So?

If you touch a hair on this chicken, I'll gut you!

Holy cow!

Get that away! Police!

Hey, call your dog off!

-Mom! -Go on, Linda! I got her!

Who wants chicken with peppers?

Me! Me!

I don't like peppers.

Do something, Jean-Michel. I can't hold on.

We're hungry! We're hungry!

Is it him?

Yeah.

Castor, here!

Footie ball!

-Got you! -Get off me, you big brute!

You don't scare me with your mask! Paulette!

Linda!

Linda!

Where are you?

It's OK, I put her in the cellar.

-Linda, in the cellar? -No, your sister.

-Oh, thank you. -Come on.

We'll find her.

Don't worry.

Linda!

Serge!

Oh, no...

The shame...

Serge, where are you?

The peppers!

All burned!

You can do chicken with couscous.

-Let's kill it. -Let's do it in.

-Into the pot! -Couscous!

More footie ball!

Linda!

Are you there?

I must tell you, the recipe was my dad's.

I don't remember anything about him.

But I'll never forget you.

Darling...

Did you feel alone?

Where is the mistress? She left you here alone!

Then...

Let's see...

Chicken Basquaise...

Chicken Victoria...

Stroganoff...

Tandoori...

Granny's chicken...

Papa's chicken.

Heaven, Heaven

Heaven may be here

Heaven, Heaven

Heaven may be here

Here or there, what does it matter?

It's where you live

It's Heaven

Wherever, wherever you grow up

Wherever, wherever, wherever you laugh

Wherever, wherever you grow up

Wherever, wherever, wherever you laugh

It's for all those lucky enough

To be your friends

Wherever you laugh

In the depths of your memory

The night, the night is still dark

In the depths of your memory

The night, the night

Is still dark

There was a bone, a little bone

There was a bone

Was it the wish bone?

There was a bone, a little bone

There was a bone

Was it the wish bone?

My wish was to see you grow up

I didn't get it

Was it the wish bone?

In the depths of your memory

The night is less and less dark

In the depths of your memory

I can feel it is less and less dark

You see, you see how silly it is

You see, you see, to die over dinner

You see, you see, you see, you see

How silly it is to die over dinner

No time for a coffee

Or for a kiss

Or for a kiss

I remember, I remember

It really happened

I remember, I remember

It really happened

Really happened

I saw Dad die.

I remember now.

Calm down!

Kids!

Calm down! That's enough!

I'm asking you to stop...

Gazza?

Gazza, where are you?

There you are! OK...

Come eat with us.

Do you like chicken?

I'm very sorry.

How can I make it up to you?

A bit more dough...

Yes... There you are.

Well, it was a cool day. I had a blast.

Coming through!

Here's the chicken with peppers!

Chicken for everyone!

Pass it around.

Thank you.

I can't see.

-Don't move. -I'm not.

A wing for Afia!

Missed it!

Very classy, Fidel!

This chicken is a bit tough.

A bit too free-range.

Hey, Carmen!

Look.

On 3. 1...

2... 3!

-I won! -What was your wish?

Top secret, under watermelon wraps!

I could've gone to Africa

with the wild animals, safari animals, giraffes, rhinos...

My mother didn't want me to become a magician.

Really?

Hey, look.

The key to the handcuffs!

-So, you're not nuts. -Nope.

Nice briefs.

Thanks. That's sweet of you.

-Is it handmade? -Yes, my mom did it.

Astrid! It's for you.

Here, catch!

Thanks!

That's kind, ma'am. Thanks.

Thanks, sweetheart.

We earned this.

What'll we cook tomorrow?

I cook a good paella.

With shrimp?

Mom loves shrimp.

You'll see.