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What are you doing?

Go away!

-What's happening?
-The witch wanted to kill my kid too.

Stay away
or I'll break this over your head.

Cecilia figured out we're hiding something
about Lorenzo.

-You took the note. How's that possible?
-We must've missed something.

If she had proof Lorenzo
was patient zero, she would've used it.

Exactly. The point is that Cecilia

is hunting for something
that she can use against us.

Anything. Let's be careful.
Have a good day.

-Are you tired?
-Yes.

And I'm not good at keeping secrets.

We're doing it for Lorenzo,
and I'm very grateful for it.

But it's one secret, that Lorenzo
was patient zero. There aren't others.

Yes, that's it.

You made that note disappear, right?

Yes.

Let's forget about it.

PATIENT LIST
LORENZO LAZZARINI

NO RESULTS FOUND

That's because with COVID
we're behind on digitizing the charts.

And where do I find the paper ones?

In the archives. But if you tell me
the patient's name, I can find it for you.

Yes. His name is Lorenzo--

Lorenzo?

It's not urgent. I'll come back later.
Thank you, Zoe.

Doc? Certified mail.

-A ticket?
-Worse. The DA's office.

It must be a subpoena
for Agnese's investigation.

Why do they want to see me now?
I don't get it.

They're sifting through everything.
It's a witch hunt, and I'm the one

who's more likely to burn at the stake.
They'll ask the usual things.

Security measures, supplies.
We have nothing to hide anyway, right?

Exactly.

But...

But?

I'd like to answer those questions
after taking the last test.

What's the difference?
You just have to tell the truth.

Would it be more impactful
coming from the half doctor that I am

or the chief of Internal Medicine?

-How many tests do you still have to take?
-One. The oral exam.

I'll be chief again.

Cecilia will leave,
and you and everyone else will be safe.

Oh, come on. Nothing at all?

-I'm on my last shift.
-That's exactly why we want to celebrate.

We've waited for you
to get on your feet and go.

At least I have two.

Now that he's leaving,
I'm starting to like him.

Come on, Gabri, don't be an ogre.
We planned something simple.

Yes, a little barbecue, a band,
the Italian air force acrobats,

a horse parade--

After everything we've been
through, you can't just run off.

-Kidane. Kidane!
-Will you stop? He said no, that's it.

Well, we could grab a coffee
all together later.

That's what we do in Ethiopia
to say our goodbyes.

What's with her?

Alba? Alba, listen. Okay.

You're mad. You're right. But, please,
calm down, you're going overboard.

Wait, I'm sorry. You flaked on me
again and I'm going overboard?

It's true.
I said, you're right, but it was for work.

Yes, I saw why you like working so much.

-I'll ask not to have cases with her.
-Don't be childish.

-Teresa!
-I'm going to kill you.

-Then I will die for you.
-That'd make me calm down.

-Rick?
-Yes.

I need you do to something for someone.

-Okay. What room?
-No, it's not a patient. It's Carolina.

I'm worried about her.

For the Valenti thing?

Yes, that. And everything else, too.
It's not an easy time for anyone.

I'd sleep easier if I knew
she had a friend like you by her side.

-Guys?
-Thank you. I'm counting on you.

Are you busy? I need you over there.
There's a special admission.

Witches

Ambra Tadini, 24.
Abdomen pain and vomiting.

The ER has found
hypotension and dyspnea.

-My wrists hurt too.
-Are the handcuffs necessary?

She's convicted of attempted murder.

Okay, but we can't visit her
with those on like that.

This way she won't be able
to hurt the other patients.

Right.

Because I was thinking of killing you all.
Patients, doctors, the plants.

She'll keep them on,
until a guard will be watching her room.

Go.

Whatever she's done,

while she's here, she should be treated
like the other patients, don't you think?

Do you know who she tried to kill?

Her newborn daughter.
She poisoned her with morphine.

It's cool, here.

Hi, Grandma. Want a beer?

Don't disturb the patients, or I'll have
you sent to the psychiatric prison.

What do you do in your free time?
Nazi parties?

I put dogs in cages.

Now, stay still
and tell me where it hurts.

Here?

Here?

-Here?
-No.

-Allergies?
-I'm allergic to police.

-Any food intolerances?
-Caviar. I can't digest it.

Do you take any drugs?

The beans from the cafeteria?

If you don't answer seriously,
we can't cure you.

Who wants to be cured?

It was a simple overdose. There are
a lot of drugs going around in jail.

We'll run a tox screen
and hand her back to the police.

But when I felt her abdomen,
she was in pain, even if she denied it.

Every junky has a bad liver.

The question is: Why hide a symptom?

Talking about it would've given her
more time here, outside of jail.

As you all know,
there are many reasons to hide things.

If she's a junky,
she must've had other issues in jail:

Sickness, withdrawals.

She almost killed another child yesterday.
Is that enough of an issue?

Give them to her. For her parties,
or the dogs, whatever she prefers.

-Teresa?
-Yes?

Can I leave an hour early tonight?

-Only for a valid reason.
-A date.

It depends on
whom you're going with.

Huh?

-You don't like him?
-No, no. I like him. I like him a lot.

-May I ask what he does for a living?
-He's in HR, works for a big company.

Oh, I see. Okay.

-He's a priest!
-Maybe he's planning on leaving the cloth.

Even so, Elisa should know about it.

Right.
Hiding something like this is wrong.

-That's what I think, too.
-If two people love each other

and see each other,
everyone should know about it.

Exactly.

-Who are we talking about?
-The priest.

Teddy Bear...

as long as nobody knows about it,
this is only our thing.

Let's wait a little bit, okay?

Okay. But I never want to hear
"Teddy Bear" again.

-Found what you were looking for?
-Huh? No. I mean, yes. Thanks.

The file. I have to put it back.

It's just that I'd like to go over it
for a little bit longer.

Then you need to write a request.

Then, I'll get you one later.

Thank you, Zoe.

-There you are. First time I see you.
-Hey. Yes, it's been pretty hectic today.

-You need a hand?
-No. I can handle--

There's a bear! There's a bear!
There's a bear! There's a bear! Run!

-Run! Run!
-Calm down! Calm down.

There's a bear! Run!

Run, or it will eat us!
The bear will eat us! It will eat us all!

You're in the right place.

The bear is going to eat us all!

His name is Filippo Tesei,
he's a stock broker.

That's why he was scared of the bear.

Traders call good days "bull"
and bad days "bear." What did the ER say?

In addition to hallucinations, he's having
vertigo and sensory hypersensitivity.

-What's this stuff? Cocaine?
-Flour.

Yes. But he has all the symptoms
of psychotropic substances. LSD,

-magic mushrooms.
-Should I ask for a tox screen?

An IV of saline will clean his blood.
He'll be alright.

Ambra lied to us.

The drug test
found traces of morphine in her urine.

So, it really was an OD.

The same thing
she tried to do with her daughter.

The judges said she did it because
she saw her daughter as an impediment.

-Mother of the Year!
-Morphine doesn't explain abdomen pain.

She didn't tell us about it,
so we won't look into it.

ODing is strange for a woman
who's never shown signs of addiction.

Does the morphine explain the symptoms?
Yes. Did the patient take morphine?

Yes. Case closed. What else can we do?

Understand why she took it.

"Why"? To get herself admitted here
and be comfortable.

Or maybe to take her own life.

I'm sorry, but, she has no parents.

Her boyfriend left her
as soon as the child was born.

Unemployed and no prospects.
Wouldn't you lose your mind?

As far as the court's experts go,
she has no mental disorders.

I'm not justifying her, I'm trying
to understand. To understand her.

Maybe she's not the witch
everyone makes her out to be.

Maybe she's developed
a severe form of depression

while in jail, after the trial?
Can we exclude that?

Let's ask for a psych consult.

But if they confirm she's fine,
we're sending her back to jail.

Okay.

I'm going.

Three hours and twenty-two minutes
and not a word to Carolina.

Only lovers count the time they're apart.

Three seconds
since you laid your eyes on me.

Five seconds.

Ten.

Fifteen seconds.

-Will you be careful?
-I'm sorry. My fault. Sorry.

Thank you.

Hey.

Good morning.

The guard who wakes me up in jail
also has a beard.

But you're cuter.

-Did you have nice dreams?
-No nightmares.

-That's all.
-What kind of nightmares do you have?

I dream that my daughter is sick,

a judge says that I poisoned her
with morphine and locks me up.

Then, I wake up and find out it happened.

But the morphine was there,
in your daughter's body. And now in yours.

Then this is still a nightmare.

I've never taken morphine,
I've never given it to my daughter.

I have.

Not morphine, psychotropic drugs.
To calm her down.

When I think about it,
it seems impossible.

But it's true.

Then you're the monster, not me.

I think that anyone can do
something stupid, but we can get past it.

Maybe with a friend's help.

If the patient's ready,
we can start with the consultation.

What consultation?

The doctor wants to talk to you.
She's a neuropsychiatrist.

That's why you asked me about my dreams.

-No, we only want to help you.
-No. You want to make me look crazy.

And then? You're going to fill me up
with psychotropic meds like your daughter?

She's not cooperating. And that itself
shows she's of sound mind.

You confirm the court's findings?

Yes. She's not suffering from depression
or other mental disorders.

So why does she keep denying
that she's taken morphine?

She tried to kill her daughter.

People lie to hide much less.

Any woman would find it hard to deal with
an unexpected child and a wrong partner.

But Ambra decided to get rid of her child

and avoid jail by hurting herself.
More than depressed, I'd say she's clever.

She seems desperate.

Yet she already knows how to get to you.

I told you, she just wants
to vacation at the hospital.

I'd keep her one night under observation.

We'll monitor her,
and keep her from hurting herself.

Let's go.

-Dr. Tedeschi?
-Yes?

You told us to be careful
with all procedures.

Yes, why?

Well, Dr. Cesconi asked me if he could
keep a file from the archives.

I told him he needed a written request,
but he still hasn't done it--

For which patient?

Why did you ask to see Lazzarini's file?

Why? Are you interested in it?

I didn't know. I'll put it back today.

You said you'd inform me
if you came across any misconduct.

Yes. I've said that.

If you know something
and you don't tell me,

you're an accomplice too.

-Excuse me.
-Yes.

Filippo is doing better.
He wants to be released.

I'm coming.

I recommend the cutlet. It's really good.

Nothing like that ever happened before.

I can't apologize enough.

Don't. Just don't drop
whatever you dropped anymore.

Look, I didn't "drop" anything.

You were running around naked,
covered in flour, talking about a bear.

-I'll never be rid of it.
-What are you talking about?

My job.
A stock broker is used to handling stress.

But with COVID and working from home,
things had gotten crazy.

I didn't know if it was day
or night anymore, and in the end...

I cracked.

But now, I live in the countryside.
I'm an organic farmer.

I grow wheat, rye, barley.

-And that explains the flour.
-I'm learning how to make bread.

I wake up at dawn,
and I go to bed at sundown.

The day is the day,
and the night is the night.

-Are you still seeing a therapist?
-Yes.

Two hours a week.

We'll report this psychotic episode
and release you.

-Thank you.
-Carolina.

Damiano?

Are you sure?

-We don't know what happened to him.
-He's a wreck.

He took something to feel better,
and won't admit it.

If he's smart, he won't do it again.

May I?

-What's happening?
-Have a seat.

No, thanks.

I called you both in because
I think we got off on the wrong foot.

Actually, you wanted me
to get on and out of here.

Exactly. See, the circumstances
put us one against the other.

And it's because of our roles.

We're still those three college friends

that would throw a vodka party
after every exam.

That stayed in the library
until we got kicked out.

And during winter, at the vending
machine, we'd get that horrible...

Chocolate flavored drink.

Do you remember?

The only good thing about it
was that it was warm.

With that I mean
that roles aren't important.

And we're still us.
Cecilia, Andrea and Agnese.

Beautiful.

So we had our walk down memory lane.

-Andrea...
-Now what?

No, Agnese, he's right.

Now, we have an issue
that we need to talk about.

Andrea and his team are hiding something
about Lorenzo Lazzarini.

Sooner or later, I'll find out,
but it'll be too late,

because I have to report it.

Tell me what happened.
We'll face it together.

Then we'll go get
that chocolate flavored drink.

-Andrea, what is she talking about?
-Nothing.

There's nothing to hide
about Lorenzo Lazzarini.

Okay?

Now you're not only lying to me,
but Agnese too.

What happened with Lorenzo?

Lorenzo was patient zero.

And what's the problem?

Andrea, what's the problem?

He knew he had a fever,
and he kept working anyway.

-Why didn't you tell me?
-I didn't want to get you involved.

You didn't want to get me involved?

And...

Because I got rid of the evidence.

-What did you do?
-I did it to protect his sister.

What does Susanna have to do with it?

We didn't want to risk
that she'd get caught up in this mess.

We all decided it together.

-Together, who?
-The guys in the ward and I.

Fuck, Andrea!

Sooner or later, the truth will come out.
And it will take everybody down.

-They'll say that I should've screened--
-Calm down!

I just told you we got rid of
the only piece of evidence.

It won't come out.

Now, take a deep breath
and we'll go back inside. Okay?

Nexxt?

Put some music on.

It's too quiet here.

Something happened today that...

It made me think about people's
persistence in hiding the truth.

Who are you talking about?

A patient.

The typical junkie who cleans up and...

to avoid admitting he took something,

he invented this crazy story,
about stress...

Convenient, right?

Well, some truths are hard to talk about.

So, if something's hard,
we'll just sweep it under the rug.

Are we still talking about the patient?

About us, too.

Us doctors.

It'd be easier if we were all...
more sincere.

-Don't you think?
-You go first.

-How's my pasta?
-Tasty.

See?

The truth is that it's terrible.

But it's hard to tell the girl
you'd like to spend the evening with.

Buon appetito.

I'm a priest. I mean--
I mean, not a priest...

No, yeah, a priest.

-Massimo?
-Hi.

-What are you doing? Hi.
-No, I was...

-Sorry for making you wait.
-No worries. I just got here.

Well, where are you taking me?

I was thinking a quiet spot
where you and I, maybe,

-can talk comfortably, yeah?
-Yes.

I like quiet spots
where you can talk comfortably.

Sorry, it's the ward.

Yeah?

I just got off.

There's nobody else?

Okay.

I... I'm afraid we have to reschedule.

Oh, well!

No, I mean... Don't worry.
We can do it another time.

Yes. It's just that we got this inmate
that we have to keep an eye on,

and the nurse who was supposed to do that
had an emergency.

You said... an inmate?

Yes. This girl who tried
to kill her daughter with morphine.

Wait, is it Ambra?

Ambra Tadini. Yes. You know her?

Yes, more or less, I mean... I visit
the jail to... do volunteer work, yes.

You're full of surprises.

But, what's wrong with her?
Why is she in the hospital?

Morphine overdose.

We don't know why.
I think she wanted a break from jail.

I bet. Her cellmates beat her pretty bad.
Did you know?

Well, no. She didn't mention that.

The jail's code of silence, maybe.

Listen, why don't you come up?

-No. No, no, no, no.
-I know it's not a nice place for a date,

but at night, it's romantic.

Here we are.

Basically, is like having you
over my place. Welcome.

I told them not to call you.
But Tedeschi wants two people on Ambra.

-Weren't you about to get out of here?
-Another hole to fill.

We never stop. Massimo, Gabriel.
Gabriel, Massimo.

-The Massimo?
-The Gabriel?

The Gabriel.

Anyway, Massimo met Ambra
while volunteering at the jail.

He said the other inmates beat her up,
but she doesn't report them.

That's why she doesn't admit
the abdomen pain.

Maybe morphine isn't the only problem.

-An internal injury? Kidneys?
-No blood in the urine. Liver?

A liver injury would explain the pain,

but we'd also have anemia
and movement of the hepatic enzymes.

Good. First thing in the morning,
we'll do a full abdomen ultrasound.

Okay. I'll stay for the first hour.

-Will you take him to our den?
-Yes.

To "our den"?

It's where we spend the night.

If we can't sleep,
we can only do one thing.

What's he talking about?

Junk food. Help yourself.

Elisa and I always start with sweets.

For the blood sugar.

Then, when we get sleepy,
we move on to the savory stuff,

so we get thirsty and don't fall asleep.

And we have coffee.

Well, you can tell that you two
spent many nights together.

-Jealous?
-No. I meant, working nights, sorry.

Earlier, when you guys were talking
about Ambra, you were awesome.

Actually, we haven't figure out
what's wrong with her yet.

I know, but... you're trying.

And it's nighttime,
after a full day of work...

even though
she committed a horrible crime.

It's our job.

Your country is getting a good doctor.

Elisa told me you're leaving.

It's a commitment I made a while ago.

And I can't break it.

Yeah.
Sometimes to honor certain commitments...

we have to make sacrifices.

-No easy way out.
-Exactly. No easy way out.

COCKTAIL JUST YOU AND I?

DINNER JUST YOU AND I?

AFTER DINNER JUST YOU AND I?

OK, TRY TO CONVINCE ME.
YOU HAVE ONE TRY

One try is good.

Caro?

-Hi.
-Hey.

Were you waiting for me?

-I'M WAITING
-GIVE ME A MINUTE.

Yes. I wanted to talk to you.

Hurry up, though. I have to meet Edo.

WHY? ARE YOU BUSY?

Exactly. About Valenti...

Everything okay?

Who are you, my dad?

IS CAROLINA THERE?

No! No. No. We bumped into each other,

and I noticed that his pupils
were dilated. Very dilated.

So?

So maybe what people are saying about him,
that he uses...

Well, even so, it's his business, right?

Well, since you're together,
it's also your problem.

Exactly. Bye, Ricky.

WELL, YOU'RE BUSY
I'LL HAVE DINNER ON MY OWN

Massimo?

How did you get here?

Gabriel told me.

He's a good guy.

We even exchanged numbers. Turns out
he lives two blocks away from me.

It's a shame
that it's over between you two.

That's a weird statement
for a romantic evening.

Yes, I'm sorry. You're right. It's that--

No, I'm sorry. I made you come here
at the hospital...

You've been so kind.

But now, I'm all yours.

Are...

Are you sure? If you're busy...

No, everything's fine. Ambra woke up
and she's with the nurse, so...

How's she doing?

Better than in jail, that's for sure.

At first, I thought she was innocent.

She's just good at making people
believe that. I know the type.

My mom lied to me for years,

and when I found out the truth,
it was horrible.

I'm sorry.

Maybe that's why I feel good with you...

All your blunders... You're so clumsy.

You seem like someone who cannot lie.

Sorry, I jumped to conclusions.

Elisa?

Sorry, I need help.
Could you come for a minute?

What happened?

There it is!

There is the wave.

It reached all the way up here.

The spread will drown us all. All of us!

It's the second episode in 24 hours,
but he said he didn't take anything.

Yes, like my patient with the morphine.
What about him?

LSD or psilocybin mushrooms,
we're not sure.

Okay, so what do we do?

Take a sample for the tox screen.

Help me to hold him still.

Okay, but after this, you go home,
or you'll be hallucinating, too.

There.

Yes, but there, too. Look.

What is it? Am I pregnant?

If that was the case, the fetus
wouldn't have survived all the beatings.

What are you talking about?

About the signs of trauma to your internal
organs: Liver, spleen, pancreas.

We've found out
that you get beat up in jail.

Is that why you took morphine?
For the pain?

I've never taken morphine in my life.

The drug test says otherwise.

I've only taken these, for the pain.

-What are they?
-Painkillers.

I had them at home,
and had them brought to me in jail.

I got them
after my daughter Tamara was born.

-Postnatal pain?
-Yes.

But it wasn't because I gave birth,
I had gotten past that.

It's that my ex didn't take it well.

He was beating you also?

She's suffocating. Hey.

Okay, oxygen.

Okay, take it easy.
Deep long, long, long breaths. Okay, go.

-What happened?
-Ambra is in a coma.

How's that possible?
She was fine last night.

Another overdose. Morphine again.

And how did she get this morphine?

Who knows?
We searched everything, but found nothing.

It's not possible.

How did she get a hold of morphine here,
in our ward, with a guard at the door?

If I've learned anything
living with my mom...

is that junkies
always find a way to screw you.

Gab?

Why are you still here?

I'm waiting for Filippo's
tox screen results.

So, you've been here since yesterday
working non-stop.

How did it go with Massimo?

Well. Very well.

He had to leave because of Filippo,
but all is well.

I'm sure you guys
will make up for lost time.

I hope you'll be happy with him.

The tox screen.

I can't believe it.

I've never taken narcotics.
Why don't you believe me?

Because with your symptoms
you have to have taken something.

Did a stock broker screw you over
or something?

You obviously have a prejudice against me.

-I've found out what he's taking.
-Again?

Claviceps purpurea.

Aka, "rye ergot fungus."

-I don't know what you're talking about.
-It's a fungus that grows on grains.

Especially rye.

-You make bread, right?
-Yes.

By eating it,
it's like you've taken an hallucinogen.

It's a type of intoxication
called "ergotism."

There have been several cases
of mass intoxication in the past.

It happened in Alicudi, and maybe also
Salem's witches were victims of ergotism.

I would've ended up on a stake, then.

And I would've lit the fire.

You were right.

I jumped to conclusions and didn't listen.

I apologize.

Here I am.

What's so urgent?

I wanted to apologize.

I judged you
without knowing your side of the story.

What are you talking about?

The written note that proves
that Lorenzo was patient zero.

I found it at your place.

You went through my stuff?

I found it one time I stayed over.

You could've asked
instead of investigating.

Yes, I was wrong.

Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone.

But, now, I'd like an explanation.

The explanation is that you're an asshole.

Damiano knows everything.

He found Lorenzo's note at my place.

Didn't you get rid of it?

I couldn't part with it.

-Fuck, Giulia!
-I know!

-Andrea--
-Wait a second.

-He's only talked to you about it?
-He said so.

Then maybe he won't use it against us,
otherwise he wouldn't have said anything.

Damn...

What did Cesconi find out about Lazzarini?

I don't know.

But there must be something
or he wouldn't have looked.

He doesn't want to tell me, though.

Maybe I know the right subject
to convince him to talk.

There you are.

Giulia already told me.

What?

That Ambra was being beaten.

That's why she was taking the morphine.

-I should've figured it out.
-How could you? She didn't say anything.

She's a complicated woman.

Patients are all complicated.

It's also what's good
about our job, right?

Or, at least, it was.

I'm back in the ward,
but I'm no doctor anymore.

What are you saying?

I'm trying, really.

But the truth is that
I can't stand patients anymore.

Their problems, their lies,
their messed up lives, and this one...

she almost killed her daughter.

And I'm supposed to help her.

Me, who's lost Mattia.
And who maybe will lose Manuel, too.

You're just tired.

How long have you been here?

I hoped she'd die.

I thought she was a witch.

That's what they call her in jail, right?

But maybe I'm the witch.

Kidane, Kidane...

If you don't go home,
we'll have to admit you for a meltdown.

I was studying the side effects
for the painkillers Ambra's taking.

I don't know, maybe mixed with morphine...

there could be consequences
worth considering.

Gabriel, look at me.

You've been here longer than 24 hours.
Enough. Go home. Rest.

-Start thinking about your new life.
-Okay.

I'm going.

Anyway, here's the chemical makeup

and the effects. The active principle
is codeine, along with some fixatives.

I'm going.

Wait a minute.

-Did you say it's codeine based?
-Yes.

What are you thinking, Doc?

Ambra started taking these post-partum,
when her boyfriend started beating her.

Then again in jail for the pain
from the beatings. But in both cases,

they found morphine,
not codeine, in her blood.

There's only one explanation.

Polymorphism.

Cytochrome P-450.

Ambra has a genetic defect
which interferes with certain drugs.

-Her body transforms codeine in morphine?
-Exactly.

-And the poisoned baby?
-No, she didn't poison her.

Without knowing, Ambra gave her
the morphine while breast feeding.

-Now what?
-Blood hyperfiltration and gene therapy.

Two cases solved in one shift.

If I knew that overtime made you
this good, I would've given you double.

-Have a good trip, Kidane.
-Thank you, Doc.

Need a hand?

There's a small cut.

-Thank you.
-Don't mention it.

Listen...

Can we start over?

With what?

You tell me about the note...

but, I don't get mad
and I just tell you everything.

I have a better idea. Just...

don't tell me anything.

You must've had your reasons
for doing that.

And let's just say
that I didn't find anything. Okay?

You really don't care why I took it?

Took what?

Actually, you know what?

I'm deleting everything.

Sorry. Yes?

Dr. Tedeschi told me about
your investigation on Lazzarini.

I just wanted to check the first COVID
patients' parameters, for a study.

Cesconi, let's not waste time.

Tell me what you've discovered.

I have nothing to tell you, really.

I'm sorry for you.

Excuse me.

And I'm sorry for your father, too.

Why my father?

Let's say that I've also done
some investigating.

And I've found out that your father
is a good man in a bad spot.

A spot that
I'd like to help him get out of.

Good day.

So?

Are you sending me back to jail?

Yes, but...

to pack your bags.

We can prove that you never
gave your daughter morphine.

What are you saying?

That your body
transforms the painkillers in morphine.

You're not taking it yourself. Therefore,
you gave it to her while breast feeding.

But, don't worry. You'll feel better soon,
and you'll be able to take her home.

She won't recognize me anymore.
She'll be scared.

Well, let's see.

There you are.

Oh, God!

That's my baby.

Honey?

Honey...

Hi, honey, it's Mom.

The witch hunt is over.

Thank you.

Gabriel!

Gabriel, a client is ill!

A client is ill, come.

Surprise!

I know. You told us
that in your country you have coffee.

But you didn't tell us
that there's a whole ceremony.

I hope I'm saying this right. Bunna bet.
Which should mean, "coffee and home."

And if I've understood
Riccardo's explanations,

the coffee ritual is a welcoming ritual.

And that's why we're here.

To remind you that even if you're leaving,
this will always be your home.

You'll always be one of us.

Thank you.

How's my daughter?

Well. Yes, I'd say well.

You think I'm worrying too much?

I think that if it's a problem,
she should face it herself.

Bunna bet, then.

DELETE
CANCEL

Bunna bet.

Thirty-seven hours,
twelve minutes and... six seconds.

Without talking to Carolina.

You hurt me, you know?

I swear,
nothing happen between her and I.

Do you wish it did?

Carolina is my friend. And I care for her.

But I only want you.

Then, you owe me a weekend out of town.

I'll be more than happy to pay my debt.

No luck. Caruso said
that it's going to take

more time for the final test.

I won't be able to make chief
before the deposition.

Don't worry. I'll manage.

Do you want to meet in the next few days?

Maybe you can help me prepare
for the questions in the deposition.

Okay.

You too? Enough now! Huh...

No, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I have an announcement.

Before Gabriel leaves.

The man I love is here among us.
We've been living together for a while.

We didn't tell you sooner because of me.

I was afraid that a relationship at work
would mess everything up.

-Did you know?
-I don't know a thing.

But, a messy life is better
than one with too many secrets.

I love you...

Teddy Bear.

What?! No way!

-Yes. Yes.
-I can't believe it.

You all heard correctly.

And Teddy Bear loves you too.

Oh, my goodness.

You have that bottle?

This bottle,

we promised to open
once we left the pandemic behind us.

Now, I don't know if it's behind us,
but what I'm sure of is that tonight...

we have to toast.

Okay, we're ready, we're ready.
Who wants to make a toast?

Me, me. To Gabriel.

And to all of us,
who have fought with honor

against this shitty ass virus.
Can I say "shitty"?

You can, you can.

-Blue dog.
-Blue dog!

Go ahead.

To Gabriel... Fought with honor...

To all of us,
who have fought with honor against...

-Gabriel?
-Massimo.

-Hi.
-Hi.

I have to...

I have to go, you know this.

-Gabriel, listen...
-Take care of Elisa.

Tell her... Tell her, I'm sorry.

And that I didn't mean to hurt her.

Gabriel?

Gabriel?

Who is it?

Open up, it's an emergency!

It's the police!

Gabriel?

Hey, Gabriel? Look at me!
Look at me. Wake up.

They're happy...

Good. Stay with me.

Hello? There's a man dying.
He took some pills, some sedatives.

We're at 12 Via Pavia.

I ran away.

Gabriel?

Yes, hurry! Hurry!

It's negative...

Negative? What is?

What--? Hey, no. Look at me!

Gabriel, stay with me!

Stay with me, Gabriel! Stay with me!

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

Subtitles Translated by:
Andrea Coppola