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This is a Polyclinic's gift
for all the newborns and their mothers.

So, my love?

We'll try it on once we're home.

-Thanks. Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

Silvia?

-Andrea.
-Hi.

Unbelievable. I'll leave you as a resident
and I'll find you Mom.

I'm also structured in Gastroenterology.
But in theory you already knew that.

Like a bunch of other things, I think.

I'm sorry I didn't call you
after the accident.

Please-- No problem. Let's talk
about the future. What's his name?

Carlo.

-Like my daughter. Well, she's--
-Carolina, yes. I know.

How exactly were we friends?

He's my husband, Luca.

-Nice to meet you.
-Likewise.

-I'll bring the car around. Be right back.
-Yes.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm...

For a moment I've got double vision.
I might be tired.

Why don't you come to the ward?
We can check you out.

No, no. Don't you worry.

Okay. Bye.

Silvia? Silvia!
I've got you...

Silvia? Silvia!

Bring me a stretcher, quick!
And mind the baby.

Now we look after babies, too?

The patient is his mother.
She had just been discharged,

-but my Dad asked for a checkup.
-What for?

Diplopia and lipothymia. We've already
asked for the complete blood count.

Natural birth.
Labor and values, everything's normal.

So we hospitalize a mother
just because she's tired?

Tedeschi will be very happy.

Don't worry: she won't say a peep.

Silvia is a colleague, Cecilia won't risk
to underestimate neurological symptoms.

Let's ask for Enrico's opinion.
If there's nothing, they'll go.

There's already enough chaos here.

Well? Who's calling Enrico?

Oh, it's a slave revolt.

Good. I'll remember this
when I'll be chief physician again.

Does it matter to you?
By then, you'll already be in Surgery.

Relax. I won't change ward.

-And you say it just like that?
-How should I have said it?

I don't know, maybe...

I've understood Internal Medicine is
the coolest ward, and you're the most...

...intelligent, charming and amazing
colleague I've ever had...

And that Valenti is a narcissist.
An old narcissist.

I'm dating Valenti.
That's why I won't leave.

-Ah.
-The blood count is ready.

I'll go. Bye!

-Caro...
-Hi.

-She's settling in, eh?
-Maybe too much.

What do you mean?

Nothing, nothing.

Anyways, look at this.

If you like it, it's ours for two days.
There's a train at 5.30 p.m.

to Genoa tomorrow.
What do you say?

Amazing!

I know.

Come in.

May I, or are you still
with your secret friend?

I'm starting to think you're jealous.

I need a neurological opinion.

Your fixation on my friend
is a clear symptom.

It's for a woman who's just given birth.
Diplopia and lipothymia.

Also, she's a colleague, Silvia Agostini:
Do you remember her?

Yes. Yes, yes, I remember her.

Would you take a look at her?

Sure thing!

Better if I send Agnese. She's better
prepared than me in neurology.

All right. Okay.

Look: Speaking of secret friends...

Uh... Do you know if between me
and this Silvia there was...?

Why are you asking?

I've got the feeling that between us
there was something I can't remember--

No. Don't worry. Between you two
there has never been anything.

Okay. I'll wait for Agnese.

Making A Choice

I've been over-monitored during
the pregnancy. My ECG was perfect.

It's just tiredness.

-I agree.
-Follow my finger.

Let me go home with my baby.
I can't hear him cry like this.

Again, I agree.

-Did you see her ophthalmoplegia?
-Just a hint, but it's there.

What are you saying? I move my eyes fine.

You have dilated and uneven pupils.

It doesn't mean anything.

It's better to do a CAT scan.

Tell them they're exaggerating.

The sooner I'll ask for the CAT scan,
the sooner you can leave.

Mamma mia, it hurts.

Everything hurts.

I'm about to have a heart attack.

My chest hurts...
My stomach hurts...

And also... I can't breathe.

If you quit talking,
maybe you can catch it.

Good morning, madam.
Away from Naples?

Away my foot.

I've lived here for 62 years.

But I'm still not used yet.

So I must suck up.
I have recently arrived from Rome.

Never say that! It depends
by the people you meet.

So... Ms. Maria Rosaria has dyspnea,
a swollen abdomen,

-and heart failure.
-Yes. A heart attack, doctor.

Doctor, listen to me, I know these things.
I'm about to have a heart attack.

I am dying!

Madam, you're not dying. At the E.R.

they've drawn your blood
and checked the enzymes.

What enzymes?!

They don't get it, doctor.
My heart is slithering down...

-I'm dying.
-All right.

So now let's do a nice echo cardiogram...

A nice one, eh, doctor?
Like sugar!

-...so we'll unravel the mystery. Yes?
-Perfect!

-What are you doing here?
-Andrea just told me what happened.

Is Luca around, too?

Yes, I saw him. He's with the baby.

How did you name him?

Carlo. We've named him Carlo.

What a nice name.

Look, it's better if you leave.

Yes, I... I only wanted to...
To see you.

And to be sure you're all right.

I'm fine.

So...

...congratulations.

I hope for you... and for Carlo...
That you made the right decision.

Enrico?

Did Sandri visit you, too?

Did he tell you something bad?

Hey...

You are Enrico's "friend."

Not anymore. We called it quits.

As I think I'm discovering new things,
there's nothing to discover anymore.

Enrico has never told you, right?

I'm a prefrontal. I'm the last person
you want to tell a secret.

Or because it's very hard to say.
Even to a friend.

That's maybe because you're married.
That makes everything more complicated.

It's not because of that.

Do you mean... Carlo...

Dad?

The CAT scan for the patient is ready.
And Caruso is waiting for your test.

-No, Terry, I'm sorry--
-Shut up.

Let me talk
or I can't say what I want.

So: I'm not a girl anymore.

And neither are you.
I mean: you're not a kid.

Not that it's not beautiful now.
And I don't want to rush you.

But, judging by the things,
I was wondering...

What are you talking about?

Would you like to move in with me?

I know. I know. We are four women
at home. A nightmare.

I've already asked the girls:
They would all be super happy.

And we would be discreet.
You would have your spaces, your times.

It's that I was thinking...

Wouldn't it be nice
to fall asleep together?

No. No. Not at all.

No. Ignore what I just said,
all right?

Or, I don't know-- Think about it.
Now I have to go.

Bye.

Today's test
is a situational questionnaire.

For each question,
you will have multiple answers.

You'll choose the one you see
most in line with your way of doing.

To us, there's only one answer
that's correct.

Is everything clear?

Let's begin.

Your team members can't solve a problem.

What do you do? One:
You intervene to help them.

Two: You encourage them,
but do not intervene.

Three. You let them
sort it out by themselves.

Two. I encourage them,
but I do not intervene.

Good.

Your collaborators are not responding well

to a recent reorganization
introduced by you.

That's why
they're failing their goals.

What do you do? One:

You go back to the previous organization.

Two. You goes on, sure about your ideas.

Three. You talk to your collaborators
so they'll accept the new organization.

If I have suggested it,
it means that it's necessary, so... Three.

Doctor.

Let's change questions.

You're the commander of a ship
that's taking on water.

The only way to get to dry land and save
everyone is to sacrifice a crew member.

Whom are you sacrificing?

One: The cabin boy.

Two: The cook.

Three: The training officer.

Four: The second in command.

I don't understand the question.

I understand it could seem like...
I don't know, a silly question.

But it's not, Fanti.

A head physician must know who deserves
to be in a ward and who doesn't.

If that's the meaning, I won't answer.
I don't deal with layoffs.

We didn't ask you whom you'd fire...

But you're definitely implying it.
So, no. I won't answer.

All right.

This way, your test
will be considered negative...

Or maybe we should nullify the question.

Suggesting the idea of a layoff
in an interview like this one is illegal.

I'd say we should talk
about this topic...

Alone. Privately.

Do you mind, Fanti?

I convinced them to give you 24 hours.

I don't need time. You should simply
stop asking me absurd questions.

It's a harmless question.

Why can't you choose
who to eliminate from the ship?

In there, nothing is harmless.

If tomorrow you'll refuse to answer,
I can no longer defend you.

What? Do I have to die, doctor?
Am I sick?

No. You're not dying, but your heart
is not in good shape,

There is a nasty aortic valve stenosis.

-Got it.
-So we'll have to change it.

So... You want to cut me open?

Heh heh...

Do you know how old I am?

I'm 82. Eighty-two! There!

If you open me, I'll croak.

Relax, one thing at a time.
Now we have to do you a CT angio.

-Yes, sir.
-Yes? Then we'll talk about it.

-Thanks.
-Can you do it?

-Yes, sure.
-Yes. Thank you.

-Goodbye.
-Don't you worry!

"Don't you worry."
Like that's easy!

He says, "Don't you worry!"

Hey, come here, please...

-You must call my parish priest
-What for?

He has to give me the Last Rites.

Madam, you won't die, we told you.
Don't you--

You are a medic...

...not our Heavenly Father.

Got it? So, my parish priest.
Look, his number...

See? Here. Under, "Parish."

-Why don't you call him yourself?
-Because the Pope is not a king.

You know, I've called him a lot.

At least ten times.
But since I never died...

Now he doesn't believe me anymore.

-Here. Call the priest.
-Fine.

-It's under "Parish," you said?
-Under the Parish, There.

The angels of the countryside

Sing the hymn

"Glory in Heaven"

And the echo of the mountains

-Repeats the song of the worshippers--
-I apologize.

You try now. I'm done.

Maria Rosaria?

Yes, hello... I'm doctor Patrizi.

Oh, wait-- Don't tell me:
Maria Rosaria wants the Last Rites.

How do you know that?

How? It's the fourth time, this year.

Tell her I'm on my way. Where is she?

Ambrosiano Polyclinic.
Internal Medicine Department.

Look, I'm sorry-- We're working.
That baby cannot stay here.

I'll leave when my wife
comes back from the CAT scan.

Uh... I see.

Fine, hand me the baby.
I'll take him to the nursery.

I call someone from the nursery.
I'll go see if your wife is done.

So? Did you find anything?

I'm good, but not good enough
to give you a report before the exam.

That's what Lorenzo
used to say.

Stop! Pull her out, she's sick!

Diplopia, lipothymia,
ophthalmoplegia,

convulsions. The CAT scan
ruled out cerebral ischemia.

It could be eclampsia.
The symptoms are the same.

It usually occurs
during pregnancy.

Postpartum forms are very rare.
Anything else?

An abuse of tranquilizers
with a paradoxical effect?

Where does this hypothesis come from?

Perhaps the patient's pregnancy was not...

As peaceful as the analyzes
are telling us.

She's a doctor.

She must know how to dose
a psychiatric drug if she's taken it.

We doctors are our own worst medics.

Whatever that is,
it's a neurological problem.

We don't have to take care of it.

What are you saying?
We just started--

I agree with Dr. Giorndano.

Have a good day.

Giulia...

Giulia!

Giulia, please, wait a second.

Isn't it better to pass this case
to someone else?

Why should I?

I don't know... You seem... Too involved.

It's not that if I see me a Mom
and a baby I go in a crisis.

You're the one who's getting involved,
not me. Is that clear?

Very clear.

The CT angiogram is not good. We can't
get to your heart by vascular route.

If you want to solve your problem,
we'll need open heart surgery.

No freaking way!

Today I feel better, too.

It's a temporary situation.

If we don't change your valve,
you risk much worse.

Bad omen!

Is there an alternative, doctor?

There's a drug therapy, yes.

Eh! This is a good thing.

-But the drugs won't erase the problem.
-Jinx!

-And they have side effects.
-No less.

If you choose the surgery,

you may live many years
with a better life quality.

Madam...

You need to make a delicate choice.

Why don't you call someone
for their opinion?

My family members...

Husband, sons, nephews.

...they are very anxious people. I...

...don't want to hand them
this problem, too. No, no.

Better if I talk to my parish priest.

Isn't he coming here?

Internal Medicine.

Hello, I'm Don Massimo, the priest
you've called for the Last Rites.

Oh, at last! We've been waiting for you!
Where were you?

Unfortunately, I've had a setback.

I'll swing by tomorrow, is that fine?

Father, what can I tell you?
If you're late...

...you'll deal with God yourself.

See you tomorrow.

What if it's an autoimmune disease?

Come on, enough working, Riccardo.

We've done what we can for Silvia.
Now it's someone else's case.

Is this what your friend is teaching you?

He knows how to set limits.

With you, too? I don't think so.

-Was he supposed to?
-There's nothing wrong. It's that--

-Ah.
-Since there's nothing wrong,

I wonder why you didn't tell it your Dad.

There he is.

-Sorry, I'm late.
-No worries, we were...

We were discussing a patient.

Oh, I see. It's the Fanti School.

We don't know how to set limits,
apparently.

-All right. Let's split. Bye, Ricky.
-Sure.

-Doctor.
-Goodbye.

Drink up!

Guglielmi...

Look...

Since you have him as a boss,
how is Valenti?

From what point of view?

From the working point of view.
Is he always on your backs?

No, not that much.

Definitely... He is serious.

He seems someone who knows
how to have fun.

Even too much.

Whatever do you mean?

I thought you knew.

-No. What?
-I didn't say anything.

No! No, Guglielmi.
Do tell. You owe me.

Among us, this is not a big secret.
He's a hard worker, right?

But to keep up with his rhythm,
occasionally they say he...

And when this happens again,
do you know what to do?

You grab your fear...

...and you put it in here.

And you push it very hard...

Then you take a deep breath...
Blow.

And look at what happens to your fear.

Got it? Later I'll teach you
how to vanish your teacher, too.

-Okay?
-Okay.

Go.

Don't you worry, Valenti is the best.
The surgery will be fine.

Thank you.

Now we'll talk.

-Without any tricks.
-This one is old.

I talked to Silvia.

You've got nothing to tell me?

Help her to get better?

Her baby, Carlo...

-...is he yours?
-What?

The mysterious woman for whom
you've stopped

to wear embarrassing ties,
is she Silvia?

-My ties have never been embarrassing.
-I'm only asking because Silvia's symptoms

look like an abuse of tranquilizers

-with paradoxical agitation. No joke.
-No.

No. Carlo is not my son.

Silvia and I...

...broke up nearly three years ago.

And then I was the one
who was taking the sedatives, not her.

I'm sorry.

I had lost my mind.

She was married, she was saying

she was leaving her husband,
and instead she left me.

Like that, in a flash.

I'm sorry.

She had made a choice.

I've never figured out why.

What are you doing?

I was in the area. His Dad was
falling asleep, so I volunteered.

-Would you like to...?
-No, thanks.

I don't need to win any new clients.

...wash your hands,
so you can help me to set--

There you are!

Hey! What are you doing here?

I wanted to fix the favorite dish
of a certain swimmer.

-Did you make lasagna?
-Yes. With an ocean of béchamel.

Tomorrow it's the Regional Championship.
You need energy.

-Did Dad tell you?
-No need.

I've marked it on the calendar.

Look at what I've got to you.

It's beautiful!

With that,
you'll be as fast as a shark.

Tomorrow I'll be at the pool,
rooting for you.

Now do what Dad has said,
and come back for dinner.

You're amazing.

-Hey.
-Hi.

What are you doing here?

I was with a friend, but I came here
since I have to tell you something.

-Would you like to come in?
-No, no, no. It'll be quick.

I won't move to Surgery anymore.

For real?

This is great. Come on in, let's talk--

No, no. I'm seeing Edoardo. That's why.

He's waiting for me.

I wanted to tell you in person,
so you wouldn't find out otherwise.

Are you sure about this?

Yes. Why shouldn't I be?

What happened on that day
is my responsibility only.

But... I don't want you to feel guilty,

nor for you to throw your life away.

I know what has happened that day.

Dating Edoardo doesn't mean
throwing my life away.

Good night.

Shall we try?

-He doesn't want it.
-The pathology may delay the milk supply.

-What's wrong with me?
-We're checking it.

How are you feeling?

Worse. Today I'm cold.

You've got a fever.

Wait...

I'm sorry.

Since you're hot,
you didn't notice Carlo has a fever, too.

103.1.

103.1? How's that possible?

Let's give him an antipyretic to find out.
As he finishes eating I'll visit him, yes?

How's the mother?

Not good. And now, he's got a fever, too.
I'm taking him to the medical center.

-Do you know the reason?
-Not yet.

Do you want to postpone?

-What?
-Our weekend. You seem worried.

No. No, no. We decided for it,
and we'll do it.

I'll see you at your place,
today, at 4:30 p.m.

-Don't be late.
-All right.

Andrea just told me something weird.

He says the cause of your pain could be

an abuse of sedatives.
I said, "Impossible."

Sedatives are for those who suffer.

Not Silvia. She doesn't suffer.

She's the one who ripped my heart out
just like that, without hesitation.

Then I said...
I don't even know why she left me.

Go away, please.

I've already done that, and...
Here we are.

Tell me the truth:
are you overdoing it with sedatives?

If you've done it while pregnant,
it might also explain Carlo's fever.

Do you really think I would harm him?

-Do you know how much I wanted it?
-No. You've never mentioned it.

What an asshole!

Why? What did I say?

I was expecting a child from you.

What are you saying?

I asked you what you thought
about becoming a father.

You replied you didn't feel the need.

It was true: your children, for you,
have always been your patients.

What do you think she did?

She terminated the pregnancy.

You see? First, she decides without me.
Then she dumps me.

You said you didn't want to be a father.
She didn't want to force you.

It was just something I said,
theoretically.

And practically, would you
have answered differently?

I'm sorry.

Doc? You're needed
in the medical center.

Teresa?

-About that thing you told me, yesterday--
-What?

The proposal to move in with you.

Oh, that... No. Just ignore
the whole thing. It was just an idea.

I don't want to ignore that.

I've already been there,
and it ended badly.

With that patient? Silvia?

You two had a story, didn't you?

-Is it still going on?
-No.

No.

What did you want to tell me, Enrico?

That...

I'm thinking about it.

Okay, Dr. Sandri.

So let's do this:
Think very well about it...

...and we might talk about it again.

Hey... Hey, everything's fine.

Everything's fine.

Hey, hey...

The leukocyte values are out of the norm.
He has some nuchal rigidity.

There's an infection,
he needs a lumbar puncture.

Let's call Neonatology.

Can you watch him?

-I need to go to Manuel's...
-Sure.

I'm sorry I can't stay here,
but I've promised him, and...

I can't disappoint him again.

No justifications needed.
Go and root for me, too.

And you root...

...for Silvia, and for this little one.

The gynecologist told me
she had him after three miscarriages.

Spontaneous ones?

Yes. Why?

Maybe I just figured out
what is putting her in danger.

Enrico told me about
your pregnancy with him.

He shouldn't have.

I know it's painful to talk about it.

But it could be helpful
to understand what you have.

It wasn't a voluntary interruption,
was it?

You had a miscarriage.

-And not just one.
-What's that got to do with this?

How long were you pregnant?

All between the eleventh
and the twelfth week.

Silvia may suffer
from a Phospholipid Antibody Syndrome.

It can cause miscarriages after
the tenth week and other pathologies,

-like--
-Cerebral Venous Sinus Thrombosis.

Exactly. It'd explain all the symptoms.

Once out of three it's lethal.

Why didn't you see it from the CAT scan?

Thromboses are not that easy
to see. It takes a very good doctor...

Or an MRI, or both things.

Let's not think about the mistakes.
Silvia's life is in danger.

We need to do a contrast resonance
and proceed with the therapy. Quick!

INTERNAL MEDICINE

Hi. I'm Don Massimo...

Who?

Sorry-- I'm Don Massimo,
I'm here for the Last Rite.

Oh! Don Massimo! Finally,
you've made it!

So, Room 12, halfway through the corridor,
to your left.

-Thanks.
-Come on.

Mind you: Within five minutes.

Elisa?

Yes?

-Could you come one second?
-Yeah, sure.

Gabri. The termination of your contract.

You are free to leave now.

I'm sorry, guys.
Today is a bad day.

Don't you worry. Shall we?

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Maria Rosaria.

You look good.

As false as Judas.
At any moment

I could die.

You always say that.

Always, sure. But this time it's true.
Ask the doctor here.

If she'd want,
we could fix her with surgery.

But both she and her children are afraid.

So, there. We did what we could.

Now it's your turn, father.

Maria Rosaria...

I guess it's time for a nice confession.

Meaning...?

Why do you say you have children,
when you don't have any?

Why? Because they...

Can't understand people like me.

As if I were... Odd.

Yes. A woman without any family.

They'd start saying, "Poor gal...
Poor gal..."

Poor gal what? What?

It was my choice! That's it.

Just like you.

But I would get surgery.

You're young.

You've got the whole parish
in front of you. Me, on the other hand...

Maria Rosaria...

How many Last Rites do you need
to see that you're not alone?

There is me, there's the rosary group,
your friends at the senior center...

My friends at the senior center?

Nice ladies, sure! They probably didn't
even notice I'm not there, now.

Just go. I don't want anything... Let's...

Let's not waste anymore blessed oil.

-Goodbye, Monsignor.
-I'll be right back.

-I'll be right back.
-Yes, bye.

Oh...

So, see?

You were right.

It's thrombosis.

We must start immediately
with the anticoagulants.

I'll go talk to her.

Hey...

Lorenzo would have noticed that
much sooner.

You don't know that.

Precisely.

We will never know it.

They're giving her the drugs.

She'll be fine, you'll see.

Is it you, isn't it?

-I beg your pardon?
-You and Silvia, three years ago.

I knew it was someone at the hospital.
Is that you?

Yes.

-Now if you want, we can--
-Relax, I don't like to make a scene.

Even if there was a moment when
I'd have punched you in the face.

But now I have to thank you.

Thank me?

Once I used to think only about work.

Travels... I was never home.

Only when I realized
she had someone else...

I woke up.

I understood I could lose her,
so I did everything to get her back.

But she did something more.

She left you.

That's why I love her even more, now.

In the end, I told my father.

What?

I'm seeing Valenti.

Good. What did he say?

Sure, he wasn't jumping for joy, but...

He didn't repudiate me.

Good for you.

Thanks. You gave me
some very valuable advice.

Now I don't have to hide anymore.

Caro, I'm sorry...

Speaking of hiding...

There's a rumor that Valenti
is doing drugs.

W-- What are you saying?

I'm not sure about it,
but in any case, you... Be careful.

So... My Dad says he's old.
You say he's a junkie.

Do you know what's the truth?
You both don't trust me.

Maria Rosaria?

Who's there?

-Someone's looking for you.
-Who?

Hey, Southern Bell!

What are you doing?
Are you asleep?

Have you gone senile? They thought
it was your heart, but it was the head!

Adelina, you fool!

Look...

They told us you're the fool!

Do that surgery, so you'll be back here!
We don't want to see you die like that.

If you don't come back, how could we play
without a fourth player?

I thought you'd replace me.

I'm awful at cards.

You know that.

Awful, no doubt. But lovely.

Ciao, Maria Rosaria!

I'm sorry, I have to go.

The service is getting bad, I can't...

Close that thingamajig.

Yes.

Maria Rosaria, what should we do?
Shall we save those Buraco matches?

Yes.

I'm sorry.

I made you think I wanted an abortion.

At least Andrea knows
what's wrong with you.

I'm sorry I didn't tell you about our son.

You chose your husband.

And you chose wisely.
Luca is the one for you.

Easy. Hey!

Quickly!

What's going on?

Abdominal cramps. And a high fever.

-It's tachycardia.
-Blood pressure's down, she's dehydrated.

Could be an adrenal shock.
We must get her to ICU at once!

Wait!...

Doc?

They need you in the meeting room
for the test.

We've got it here, you just go!

I'm glad to see you here again. Dr. Fanti.

Thanks for the 24 hour suspension.
They have been invaluable.

Shall we start?

Professor Valenti
is in the operating room.

A colleague is replacing him.
I suppose you know each other, right?

-Yes.
-Very well.

So...

Have you thought about
whom would you get off the ship?

Yes, I did.

But my answer is not
among your four options.

I'm the one who would get off
the ship. The Commander.

This is not an acceptable answer.

I'm sorry, why not?

My crew would be able to take the ship
to the port. I would have taught them.

Therefore, if the purpose is to save her,

I would have no problem abandoning her.

The ship, the group, the hospital...

To me, they come before anything.
Even before myself.

Go, Manuel! Go!

Hey! Here I am.

You're late.

Yes, but only a little.

I did my best. We've got an emergency.

Sure. As per usual, right?

Go, Manuel!

Go, sweetheart!

Do you know why I didn't want a child?

Because of what has happened to Mattia.

When he died, I told myself...

"It must never happen to me.

Because I'm not like Andrea.

I couldn't survive a pain like that."

I didn't survive either.

It is no coincidence my brain
has erased all those years.

However, I'm still here.

And I think that...

...we should try to live.

For Mattia, too.

Gabri?

You'll never fool me.
What's wrong?

Nothing.
It's just a seasonal ailment.

If that's the case, go straight home.

Let's not repeat Lazzarini's mistake.

Exactly. I'm going, now.

Am I dead?

-No.
-No?

The surgery was successful.
You can relax for a long time.

"For a long time"? Let's not go overboard.

I'm still 82, not 42.

And in a month... You'll be 83.

What are you doing here?

We did bring you sweets and flowers.
They confiscated everything!

Except for these!

-Buraco?
-Buraco?

-Bravo!
-Nice!

Massimo?

Elisa!

Massimo!

-Hi.
-Hi.

Why are you here?

I need to talk to you.
I need to tell you... Something.

It's that I'd like...

I'd like to tell you without any rush.
We've never had time...

Maybe we could find a moment.

Let me check my agenda
and I'll let you know, then...

Okay.

-Bye.
-Bye.

I wanted to check him to see
if the fever was still there.

I only wanted to give him some milk.

I cultivate my clients from an early age.

I apologize for yesterday,
I've been a bitch.

You have a talent.

I like it.

The thing is...

I was expecting a child from a colleague.

Lorenzo?

At first I didn't want that baby.

Nor I wanted Lorenzo.
What an idiot I was!... Then...

We heard his heartbeat.

It was super-fast, and I...

I instantly thought, "Don't run!

You'll get hurt.

I'm here."

In that moment we realized
we truly wanted him.

We were picturing him
running through the house...

Then COVID arrived...

And it stopped everything.
First the baby...

...and then Lorenzo.

Now I understand why you wanted to flee.

One day, I will do that.

Don't run.

You'll get hurt.

I'm here.

Carlo...

-Here he is.
-How is he doing?

He had a bacterial infection.

-Hi.
-He's already started with the antibiotic.

-Hi!
-Heh...

Look, Caro...
I apologize for before.

You know how to take care of yourself and
what Valenti does is none of my business.

You were concerned about me.
I dig that.

But I assure you, there's no reason to be.

Yes, I know. They're just...

...gabs. Gabs of envious people...

I don't know what they're envying.
I mean...

Valenti is... Chief surgeon.

Tall, thin, charismatic,
probably very rich...

Charismatic but not handsome.
Hot, but not handsome, if I may.

You're silly!...

Truce?

I have to go. I have a date.

Fuck!

Alba!

Alba!

What, can't you find your car?

I'm confused, but not this much.

It's something.

-Now, if you step aside, I might leave.
-No...

"No" what? You won't step aside?

"No," Silvia and I broke up years ago.

And it was my fault.

I was afraid to suffer.

And I warn you, it's very painful
to live with me.

I snore, I can't stand
the hair in the drain,

and I've got a dog, Birillo.

Is that it?

I snore, too.

I can't stand the toilet seat up.

And I've got three kids.

Then we'll suffer both. I'm in. You?

-Hey, come in.
-Hi.

I apologize. Five more minutes,
and I'm yours.

We're very late.

No, don't you worry.

Okay.

Head surgery?

Yup. Tomorrow.
Removal of a neoplasm.

And the patient is a seven-year-old boy.

Don't you worry. If you want,
we can go out tomorrow.

No, no, no, no. Let's go.

-Where did you make reservations?
-A cute place. They just opened it.

Good. Let's go.

Wait.

-I have to ask you something.
-Yes.

Word is...

...you...

I don't know, they told me.
I don't know if it's true.

-And...
-Hm.

Yes. I confirm that.

After all...

...I don't think it's a huge secret.

Let me save you the usual series
of mundane excuses: Work, stress,

the anxiety to open the skull of
a 7-year-old child-- It's all bullshit.

Look at me, Carolina.
I use cocaine because I like it.

And I know how to control it,
because I'm a doctor.

And since you're a doctor...

...you should know that's shit.

I don't recommend it
to anyone.

Does it make damages?
A lot.

But to me, it's a minor damage.

So?

Would you still like to come with me...

...to this cute place?

They told me you survived the test.

They didn't kill me,
but they didn't even get me promoted.

An interlocutory result, I'd say.

I have a test for you, too.

Just one question, though.

What has happened to Lorenzo Lazzarini?

I know you're hiding from me
something about him.

You're wrong.

We're not hiding anything.

A good chief physician knows how to lie.

You still have a lot to work on that.

Names, events, characters are fictitious.
Any similarity is coincidental.

Subtitles Translated by:
Mark Alqueza, Mary Anne Justine Dimabayao