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What are you doing?
Are you coming, or staying?

Come on, let's go!

-Hi.
-Hi, sweetie.

Why the long face?

What's going on?

He's stabilized.
He's out of the woods.

He will wake up, won't he?

We don't know yet if his brain
got damaged or not.

Why did he do it?

Before losing consciousness,
he said something to Massimo.

Yes, he was... Very confused.
He said something like...

"They are happy, I've fled, and...

-It's negative."
-Does it ring a bell?

He was talking about us.

For months I talked to him about us.
Exaggerating.

I've used our story out of spite,
and this is the result.

You can't be sure about that.
He said other unrelated things, like...

I fled, right?

Yes, yes. And that odd line...
"It's negative."

He was sick, and I've tormented him.

Let's not think about that, now.

The first goal is for him
to breathe again by himself.

Then we can hope for him
to wake up.

Let's organize shifts to stay here, yes?

Yes, just keep in mind that Bonvegna,
Patrizi and Cesconi are off.

We'll do some overtime.

-All right.
-I'll start.

I know you consider me
not part of the group...

But I'm truly sorry for Gabriel,
and I hope he'll get better.

Thank you.

One question. Do you know why Cesconi
asked for his days off?

He didn't say.

-Hi.
-Hey. Is everything fine?

I heard you won't be here
today and tomorrow.

Yes, I've got some business
with my father.

I'm sorry for not telling you.
It was out of the blue.

-Okay.
-Is everything fine?

I wish you were here.

I'll be there in a jiffy. No worry.

-Remember the promise you made me, father.
-Yes. Yes, as soon as...

Elisa will be better, I'll do
what I have to. I'm...

That's why I'm still here.

Thanks.

Why were you at his house?

He called me.

He told me to stand by you, and that
he didn't want to make you suffer.

He hung up before I could answer,
so I figured out something was wrong.

-I went to his house and--
-You saved his life.

Providence.

I just heard.
How is he doing?

Like someone in need
of a better psychologist.

Is Gabriel a patient of yours?

He had panic attacks.

And according to the doctor, here,
it was because he couldn't let me go.

But to her, he was fine.

I'm sorry.

He told me his attacks started
when he was about to go away from Elisa.

The therapy seemed to be working.

Imagine if it hadn't.

That's odd for him to say that.

His attacks have started way before
he was about to leave.

It was during COVID. I was here. Right
after the death of that Ethiopian girl.

I remember that, but he never said
anything about her.

It must have been important.
Early on he mumbled something like a loss.

I thought he was referring
of losing Elisa.

I'll go to the Ethiopian community.

I'll let his friends know,
and I'll ask about that girl.

-I'll come with you.
-Thanks.

Here...

Please.

Fathers

Thank you.

No, really? This is wonderful!

I told you. Bonvegna's Travel Agency
always hits the bull's eye.

I'm phenomenal! I'm phenomenal.

Shall we take a nice stroll in the park
and a candlelight dinner by the lake?

No. No, no, no, no, no.

I promised you an unforgettable weekend.
The schedule is amazing.

First: Bellagio, the pearl of the lake.

Then, the splendid Comacina Island,
where there are ancient Roman ruins.

Then, Como, and lastly, the funicular
to gaze over Brumate's landscape.

They say it's breathtaking.
And tomorrow--

Tomorrow?

Those things are all for today?

Yes, this is an amazing place
with amazing things. We can't ignore them.

Tomorrow, we'll go to the other side,
to Lecco, via ferry boat.

I said, "We're coming on the Lake of Como,
let's go see the town of The Betrothed.

It's the least, after having to study
that book in school!

Thank you.

Good morning.

Claudio Morcelli, rash on both legs,
no allergies, he didn't take any drugs.

-Are you a relative?
-A friend. Should I leave?

-No. I want you here.
-Fine.

So... Purple knee-high.

How should we go about?

First-degree tests, skin biopsy.

-We'll verify if it's a vasculitis.
-Is that serious?

-I feel weak.
-Let's wait for the test results.

They're asymmetrical.

Did you put your leg in cold water,
recently?

-Maybe at different heights?
-At the river, the other day. Remember?

I snapped you a photo.
You were in the water.

So that could be secondary vasculitis.

Cryoglobulinemia.
We just need to draw blood.

Did you alert your parents?

Why? My mother died three years ago,
and I don't want to see my father.

Relax. Claudio, relax.

Breathe and let it go.

I have no relationship with him.

Also, he's in Modena,
ruling over his gastronomic empire.

Morcelli from Modena?

-The tortellini guy?
-Traditional food, factory-made.

We prefer lighter and healthier food.

A light body has a more agile soul.

Maybe too light.

You're right. The real weight to discard
in a diet are memories, live in the now.

Beautiful.

I'm an amnesic guy who's lost 12 years
worth of memories. I'd like them back.

-Gabriel?
-Someone who's got some explaining to do.

Gabriel told me about his panic attacks,
so I sent him to Lucia.

Maybe next time let me know
his problems were this serious!

There's this thing, you know?
Patient-doctor confidentiality.

Between you and me, too?
Look at where he is!

Did you know about
the Ethiopian girl who died of COVID?

No.
Has she got anything to do with Gabriel?

I don't know. Elisa went to the community
to find some news. I don't get

why, before losing consciousness,
he didn't mention her but...

"They're unhappy. I fled. It's negative."
What does it mean?

It means you need to calm down.

-How couldn't I see he was that sick?
-He hid it from everyone.

But right now you must be very lucid.
That's fundamental.

My deposition on Agnese's investigation
will be fine.

-Are you preparing something?
-Yes. She's helping me home, too.

-Who?
-Agnese. She comes over to help me study.

-Your home?
-Yes.

We need a quiet place.

Be careful.
Now there's a kid in the mix.

So you were telling me
that Manuel's situation is getting better.

Exactly. Yes. Do you know
he didn't know how to go on a bike?

So last weekend I bought him one,
and we started teaching him.

Oh. Together?
Both of you?

Yes. Yes, yes.

Agnese can be more present, now.

-How are things, between you guys?
-With Manuel?

-Between us and Manuel?
-No. The two of you. As a couple.

Good. Very good.

I haven't heard the lady yet.

-Ditto.
-Ditto?

That's all you can say
about the two of us.

I confirmed what you said.

Well, you know what? I was lying. Agnese,
things aren't working, and you know it.

When we filed for foster care,
we were a couple.

Then all hell broke loose. Andrea,
COVID, the investigation...

Now we are foster parents,

and I'm afraid it's the only thing
keeping us together.

So, can we detube him?

The spontaneous oxygen test has failed.
He went into hypoxia in two minutes.

Maybe COVID had already ruined his lungs,
and the sedatives made it worse.

-Doc?
-Yes.

We spoke with Ali.
The Ethiopian girl was Natsinet.

-Gabriel's betrothed?
-Yes.

-How come he didn't tell us?
-He felt guilty.

If he hadn't ended the engagement,

she wouldn't have come to Milan,
she wouldn't have gotten sick...

That's why the panic attacks.

Why did he keep this secret
all this time?

In fact...
It's always better to get rid of secrets.

Yes, but what's Natsinet got to do
with the last things Gabriel said?

They are happy...

I fled. It's negative?

He was delirious. Maybe...

Maybe he was talking about
the girl's parents.

They were happy for the marriage, but he
fled, he said no, so everything became...

...negative and painful.

Maybe he was afraid to talk
with the girl's parents.

That's why he tried to...

Do tell.

I'm coming.

Ask for a CAT scan.
We need to check his lungs.

I urge you...

I have to go, now,
and I can't be of any use to you anymore.

But if you talk...

...you'll do something bad.

Not only to yourself.

I won't say anything.
I promise!

I urge you...
...you'll do something bad.

-I promise! I promise!
-You'll do something bad.

We might know what did cause your rash.

It's a cryoglobulinemia of type 3.

Ninety percent of the times
it's caused by hepatitis C.

It's a viral infection of the liver.

-And... One can get out of it?
-Yes.

Today you can, with a specific cure.

But we need to verify if the hepatitis
is there, and what stage of it.

It could get worse and devolve
in more serious pathologies.

We should also figure out how you got it.

How does it happen?

Only through blood exchange.

Are you your friend's lover?

What are you saying?

Did you exchange any syringes?
Piercing?

Not at all.

The contagion may have happened
a long time ago, so...

Maybe your father could tell us things
you don't remember?

No.

He knows nothing about me.

Thanks.

I don't know how could I do this
by myself.

You'd do fine.

I saw your strength during COVID.

Back then things were... clear.

There were the doctors, the patients,
the virus...

Now it's a mess. Gabriel might not wake up
anymore, and I don't know why.

Maybe because of some stupid guilt.

Guilt is never stupid.

To ask for forgiveness...
It takes a lot of courage.

-He should have told me.
-Maybe he was afraid to lose your respect.

You don't know him better than me.

No. But I understand him, because...

Because I'm in a similar situation.

I have to tell you something, Elisa.

Something I have to tell you since...

Since too much.

-You're married.
-In a way.

I'm a priest.

I'm the parish priest
at San Giovanni Bosco Church.

Come on!

Yes, at first...

I never told you during our video chats,
because...

...I didn't find it relevant.

Then, because...

...I didn't want you to walk away from me.

And at the end because...

I was afraid to lose your respect, too.

Okay, let's take a look
at Gabriel's lungs.

Is everything fine?

-I feel like an idiot!
-What's wrong?

I just found out Massimo is an asshole.

Because he didn't tell you
he was a priest?

-You knew it?
-Only from today.

He spoke about "Providence..."
That's priest talk.

Or someone's who got clubbed
in the head's talk.

I got some doubts,
then I saw Teresa's face, and...

She knew it, too.

But she knew Massimo wanted
to tell you, so... Don't chew her off.

No! No. So, I'm the only one
who didn't figure it out. Good.

May I give you some advice?

Be gentle, with him.
It can't be that easy resisting you.

Hi, Dad.

What are you doing here?

-Can't I surprise you?
-I'm fine.

-You don't have to check on me.
-I see it. You're really fine.

Why are you so harsh on yourself?

You look like an old guy.
You're pale, too.

Do you sleep?

The righteous' sleep.

Supplements? Do you get them?

I didn't during the graveyard shift
at the hospital, imagine now.

-What does the attorney say?
-What does he have to say?

I did it, who cares why?

I'm screwed, it's clear.

You do know why, though.

Your colleagues, the doctors, know it.

Yeah, right. Where do you live?
In a fairy tale?

Even if they find you guilty,
what will happen?

You take the trip to the North Cape
you wanted.

You used to say you couldn't wait.

I meant, when I was retired.

Not because they suspended me from work.

Look, Damia', if you'd came here
to make me feel better, forget it.

Don't you know after your mother,
my job was the most important thing to me?

They took everything away from me,
I've got nothing in this shitty life.

Thanks a lot, Dad.

Well, you know what I meant.

At least you went to Milan.

You don't need to worry
about a depressed old geezer.

It's nothing.

Yes, I need to leave him a message.

Tell him when you can that his son is
at the Policlinico Ambrosiano.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

Andrea, what are you doing?

Claudio said he didn't want
to let his father know.

I know, but it could help to figure out
the origins of the contagion.

Yes, but it's still wrong.

And to me it's obvious. He's been
infected by the man who was with him.

They are lovers, the other guy
is married and can't admit it.

It's a theory, but I'd rather
talk to Morcelli.

Maybe it's paternal solidarity,
I don't know...

Here I am.

I'm done. You?

Yes. I'm gonna work on my deposition.
Alert me if Gabriel's status changes.

Hi, Giulia.

Good. Now, let's re-check
all the critical aspects.

Supplies, safety policies...

Personnel management,
priority reprogramming...

Still, we haven't figured out
what they could contest me.

Maybe I've got it.

The cut.

What cut? I didn't cut anything.
Look at the supplies--

No, no-- During the emergency...

What?

Your haircut was quite questionable.

I swear, should they ask me,
I'll have to tell the truth.

You silly!

Enough reviewing!
They cannot contest you anything!

You've been incredible, then.
You were in the hospital day and night.

Davide used to say I moved in.

Maybe he should take the stand.

You didn't have to stay here and help.

It's a trick to earn points
with my witness.

Tomorrow I'll get the admission stats
to review them before the deposition.

I'll download them now,
so you'll have them.

-No, come on, it's late.
-It'll be a flash.

-Aren't they waiting for you home?
-No. Relax. Where's the computer?

What's going on, Agnese?

Nothing.

What?

If you want to stay a little longer,
you can do my laundry.

What's wrong?

I prefer to stay here than to go home.

It's a disaster, Andrea.

I'm very sorry.

But you know what I think, too.

I think you and I should be together.

Even if there's a kid.
Even if it's hard.

I have to talk to Davide.

Something broke.

We can't even pass the test
to become parents.

And you're the only one
who understands me.

No, wait, no. Not this way.

It's not right.
I need to clear things up

There will be consequences for Manuel.
I don't want him to suffer.

That's right. You must...

...think about Manuel, before us.

But a bit about us, too.

Anything new, I take?

Teresa told me about Natsinet.

It's incredible she died
in front of him.

But I'm not sure it was the reason
to push him.

-Why not?
-Too many things don't add up.

Why the lies?

Why saying the panic attacks have started
after the emergency? Why?

Maybe he wanted to stay away
from that death.

It's like... Like you and me with Lorenzo.

Okay, in that case...

What's the meaning of his last words?
What's negative?

A metaphor of life?

Delirious people don't use metaphors.

Something concrete.
What's negative?

A medical parameter.

-Yes. A test, a result...
-Maybe...

It was Natsinet's value-- All negative.

We should dig deeper.

-Will you help me?
-Sure.

I'll go to the archive
to pick Natsinet's file.

Doc?

The pulmonologist just confirmed
the results of the CAT scan.

-Gabriel's lungs are clear.
-Good.

-Soon he'll breathe on his own.
-I'll grab a coffee and replace you.

Gabriel will wake up.

He'll win this thing like we'll win it.

How are things with Edoardo?

What you'll say won't be used
against you, I promise.

Yeah, right.

I'm sorry. I was wrong with the two of you
and I apologize.

If there's a problem--
Or if there isn't one

and you'd like to talk...
Mom and I are here.

What do you mean, "Mom and you"?

Mom and I... We're still your parents,
aren't we?

Yes, yes! Sure, sure.

No problem, yes. I'll adapt to your needs.
Thank you.

They've asked me to participate
to a prevention initiative!

-Meaning?
-It's called Street Health Tour.

They're mobile units with medics on,
they drive and they do free check-ups.

-Is it something from Ambrosiano?
-No. No. It's from the Ania Foundation.

I think it's very important to support
prevention, after COVID.

-Will you do it at night?
-In my spare time.

Sure, I need to figure out
the scheduling, but...

-It was a joke.
-Oh!...

The only thing is that
we might go back earlier.

Tonight I might have a shift.

But it's not a problem if we go to Lecco
and we take our luggage with us.

Can't you live two days
without thinking about work?!

-And you look for a second one?!
-Look:

What you call "work,"
to me is a chance of growth.

Maybe you should think about it, too,
rather than just freaking out.

I'm the one who freaks out? Actually,
it's you who's never stopped a second--

Because you upset me!

You do!

I'm sorry. Sorry.

Sorry, I said something stupid.

Listen:

Let's forget about Lecco.

Now I'll take a shower...

And then we go for a stroll in the park,
a walk, or...

Lunch by the lake.

I'm sorry.

Call me the Manager.

This is not an office.

And I'm not a secretary.

I'm Saverio Morcelli. You called me,
to tell me my son is here.

Yes. Your son has been hospitalized,
I thought you wanted to know it.

-What's he got?
-We can't tell you.

But we can tell Claudio you're here.

-Where is he? I'll go to him.
-It doesn't work like so.

We can talk to Claudio,
and you'll wait here.

Call the Manager. I'll take my son
to a serious hospital.

Your son is of age.
You can't decide for him.

-Neither can you.
-Clinically speaking, yes, we can.

We don't suggest to move him now.
Your son is ill, weak and malnourished.

-And the guru? Is he here, too?
-What guru?

That charlatan who calls himself
The Maestro.

Nobody knows his name,
but he's the head of a cult.

And that moron of my son
was duped.

They call it The Eight-Point Star Sect.

What kind of a cult is that?
I mean... What do they do?

They just empty the bank accounts.

In fact, they pick their disciples
from wealthy families.

They seclude them from love,
they take advantage of crisis...

They got Claudio when his mother died.

Do you think they exchange blood, there?

Why are you asking that?

What's wrong with my son?

I know they repeat...

...to remove their memories,
they have to live in the now.

The symbol is a sort of an asterisk.
It's a tattoo they have somewhere.

Where are they going?

-Hey.
-Show me your arm.

What's going on?

There it is.

-How did you get this?
-None of your business!

They're yours alright, since
with that tattoo you've got hepatitis.

Impossible.

It's homemade, maybe done
with poor-sterilized needles.

-The whole sect is infected, then.
-Do you know of the sect?

Just look at you.

-Pale, all skin and bones.
-Send him away.

-I don't want to see him.
-You're coming with me.

No, you come with me. You can't stay here.
Follow me or I'll call security.

Please.

Thanks.

-Why did you call him?
-He's your father!

He's worried only about his money!

-Only The Maestro understands me.
-Sure. And he gave you hepatitis.

That's what you say!

That's why we have to check you.
Now, please...

-Tell me where is this congregation.
-I won't.

-I can't and I don't want to.
-Look!

Hepatitis C, if left unchecked,
is potentially lethal.

I'll inform The Maestro,
and he'll know what to do.

He needs to be exposed, not informed.

Our priority is to cure your son
and to avoid other infections.

You can't cure him.

-Not if he stays in the cult.
-Yes, but that's not our job.

-And your son is of age.
-All right, the Police will do it.

-Did he tell you The Maestro's name?
-He doesn't want to.

I'll call my lawyer.

There's got to be a way.

Ask for a fibroscan
and a possible liver biopsy.

We need to check the hepatitis
to formulate a cure.

Morcelli is right.
We can cure his son, but he'll always be

a kid at the mercy of a sect,
and without a father.

Enough, Andrea! This is a hospital,
not a family counseling center.

We deal with clinical cases,
not personal ones!

Personal cases become clinical cases!
Gabriel!

Had we all paid more attention,
he wouldn't be like that!

Anyway...

Now I have to go to do my deposition
for the investigation on Agnese.

It may be a hospital, but occasionally
it looks like a tribunal.

Dr. Tiberi has been impeccable.

She insulated at once both the E.R.
and the Internal Medicine ward.

She's imposed every security measure,
of course...

-And she promoted the formation--
-Would you use this enthusiastic tone

even if you hadn't been married?

Of course, yes.

Mine is an objective opinion. I was there
from the start of the pandemic.

You've never noticed Dr. Tiberi run
the hospital in a personalized way?

I refuse to answer such a stupid question.

So it's by happenstance Carolina Fanti
is in the same ward as her parents?

Not at all.
She was the best one in her class.

And in fact, for her major,

she's been accepted by the hospital
she herself chose first,

and it wasn't Ambrosiano.

Meanwhile, Dr. Tiberi

managed to change her assignment.

Why didn't you tell me?

-I would have had an answer!
-I didn't think it was important.

This is the worst place where to send
someone fresh off a diploma.

You were the one telling me
not to interfere.

"Send Carolina wherever she wants!"

I said that before COVID.

-What's the difference?!
-I was scared!

During the pandemic,
400 doctors have died. 400!

It could have been me, you-- Had she been
away, we could have never seen her again!

Not even the last time.

I did it so you could keep an eye on her,
but she's got no favoritisms.

She had to work hard like any other doctor
and you know it better than anyone.

I made a mistake.

No.

We have to tell Carolina,
because it'll come out soon.

I'll tell her.

INTERNAL MEDICINE

So you haven't forgotten
how to use a phone.

No. No. Especially if you're calling me.

Are you good?
Are you with your father?

Yes, I'm with my father, and...
Actually,

we're about to eat. So I have to hang up.

-I'll call you, okay?
-Sure. Later.

Bye.

Hi, Daniele.

Finally you're back
to your favorite doctor.

How can I help you?

I've heard about your father.
A bad situation.

Yes. But I'm not here for him.

I wanted to know about the investigations
on the handling of the COVID in Rome.

Will there be any consequences,
you think?

-Here I am.
-Yes.

Natsinet's clinical file.

I gave you the authorization, so you can
check it, too-- I didn't find anything.

Thanks. I'll read it.

How was your deposition?

Fine.

Didn't Mom call you?

Yes, she did, but I couldn't answer.
Why?

She told me it's important.
Call her back, if you can.

Yes. Fine.

Now I have a date with Edoardo.

No hysterical reaction. See?
Only...

Serenity. Trust.
Typical British aplomb.

You're almost believable.

Almost. Bye.

You're back to your uniform, I see.

Better not to leave room
for misunderstandings.

Better, yes.

When he called you, how did you
figure out he was about to off himself?

Listen to Israel.

The Bible says it constantly.

Listen, listen, listen.

I'm not a perfect priest, but...

I always try to listen to those
who talk to me.

Did you talk to Elisa?

-It's not the case.
-Try again.

We doctors are pretty good listeners, too.

Doc? Claudio has vanished.

He was under your responsibility.
I'll sue you for negligence.

Take a number. Suing doctors
in the national sport.

Andrea! Forgive my colleague.
We realize the gravity of the situation.

-What will you do?
-We'll call the Police and every hospital.

Claudio know it's what we'll do.
He'll stay alone and far from hospitals.

Without any cures, his situation
will get worse.

-So what can we do?
-We can wait.

Hoping that Claudio, once sick,
will accept to be found by you.

So I have to wait for my son to risk
his life, ho have him back?

Yes. I'm sorry, but that's it.

That's what a father
who trusts his sons has to do.

For three years I've looked for him
throughout Italy.

I didn't know where he was. Now that I do,
I can't lose him like this.

If he's walking, he won't be far.

I'm asking you just one minute. One.

-To try to explain you.
-What is there to explain? Simple:

You're an asshole!

Okay. Okay, I get it.
But trust me-- It's not that simple.

Oh, that's true. It's not simple
because you're a priest.

Priest and asshole.
Anything else?

Good. We said everything. Goodbye.

Video chatting with you has saved my life.

During the lockdown I would spend
entire days blessing the victims' coffins.

I couldn't do a real funeral.

The church was closed, my folks far away.

Everyone was asking me for some comfort.
I get it, it's my job. But me?

I didn't know whom to ask.

Don't you priests have God, for this?

I was angry.

No, I was fucking pissed.

What was the use to unleash this COVID?

If you put it this way,
nothing makes sense.

In fact, it doesn't.

Until you realize that in this world
there are people like you.

I did try to be just a patient,
with you.

Then, just a man. For once.

I've played by the Internet rules to try
to live the idea of a different life.

And that life, thanks to you...
Gave me my vocation back.

Every day, during the pandemic, you
were here, taking care of the patients.

Not only the COVID ones,
but even the ones like me.

With the stupid Addison's disease.
And so I figured out...

-What?
-That God allows horrible things...

to show us that in this world
there are people like you.

You say it only because you
don't know me, trust me.

No, I'm serious.

You've given me back
the trust in the others, Elisa.

And in their Creator.

-Nice going.
-And I didn't tell you the truth.

I screwed up, I know.

I'm sorry.

But at that point I was afraid to lose...

...a friend.

I'm sorry.

I know. I'm sorry.

The surgery was longer than anticipated.

I'll forgive you.

Look, can I tell you...

You'll learn to ignore
every single gossip.

What gossip?

Did you look in his congregation?

I wish, Nobody knows where that is,
not the identity of this "leader."

It's absurd risking to die
of hepatitis C, today.

And because an unresolved fight
with the father.

Speaking of which,
did you talk to Carolina?

I called her back, she told me
her phone was dead, and it died.

I'm afraid it's too late.

You cannot not stick your nose
in my life, eh?

-Caro, let us explain--
-Oh, you knew everything, too?

No, no. Dad was unaware of it.
I did it.

And I apologize.

I thought it'd be better having you here.

Better. A lot better.

Had I not been here,
I couldn't have killed a doctor!

-Kill-- What are you talking about?
-Tell her.

Since even this time you've decided
how to handle things.

We.

DEATH CERTIFICATE

I was about to call you.
We've detubed Gabriel.

Finally he's breathing on his own.
Soon he'll regain consciousness.

Listen, I've been thinking
since yesterday...

When did Gabriel find out he's got COVID?

It was when Lorenzo died.

And Natsinet, too.

And that was the day
of his first panic attack, right?

It was an awful day.

Too much impotence all together...
Maybe he gave up.

What do you mean?

We used to draw blood from
the infected doctors to monitor them, yes?

Do we still have those?

Yes. They're frozen in the lab.

What do you want to do?

Someone found him, and
his hepatitis is at an acute phase.

-Welcome back.
-How did you find me?

It's a shitty tattoo
which gave you hepatitis.

But the Rescue Services identified you
thanks to it, and they brought you here.

Two more hours and
you'd have never woken up again.

It could have been better.

-Don't you ever joke about it.
-Why not?

I've got nobody.

Our congregation house was empty.

They fled, abandoning me like a sick dog.

It's a good thing.
So you saw what kind of people they are.

For the rest, you're wrong.

You still have someone.

-I don't want to go with my father.
-You'll need a long cure.

And it's true-- Your father's temper
is terrible, but...

-He's never stopped looking for you.
-I don't want.

And I can't.

Why are you so mad at him?

Is it because of your mother?

Does your father have some responsibility
about her death...?

I've got the responsibility.

That evening I took some acid...
Just to try it.

Then I got too sick to drive,
so I called...

My Mom. She got in the car, and...

She crashed along the way.

Come here.

I'm sorry.

Why didn't he ever tell me anything?

He thought you would have hated him.

That's why he decided to replace you

with that quasi-guru who kept on saying
"Happiness is forgetting the past."

-Unbelievable.
-What should I do, now?

Go to him.

Don't say anything.

Just listen.

I haven't figured out yet
if you're a doctor or not.

Anyways, thank you.

I'm an emeritus professor
in paternal mistakes, as I did them all.

The lab is looking for you.

Did you ask for some tests
to Gabriel's frozen blood?

Gabriel didn't catch COVID.

How is that possible?
He gave me his test results.

In those days it was easy to get
a pre-printed form and fill it.

It's not a thing Gabriel would do.

He wasn't himself.

The only way to get out of here
was to pretend to be infected.

Then the departure...

The party we threw for him.

The shame overwhelmed him,
and he crashed.

"I've fled. It's negative."

Gabriel?

Can you hear me?

Elisa.

It's nice to see you.

Doc!

Doc!

Then I had to move ten Street Health Tour
patients to tomorrow,

otherwise
we would have done by this morning.

By contrast...

I'm happy how it turned out, and I'm happy
to have spent the last two days with you.

I needed it, and I feel super-charged.

Rick, I think you need to take a break.

Not only two days, though.

Nonsense! I feel great! I'm pumped.

Actually, let's check
who got admitted while we were away.

-Can you make it?
-Thanks.

Hey! When will you learn?
No running in the hospitals!

You look like a candy
from my Confirmation.

No, I can't stand Bonvegna, now.

-Doc, put me back into a coma.
-I can do it, Doc.

-Why didn't you tell us?
-We would have come back at once.

Don't you worry.
We've never left him alone.

For the moment, we say it's okay?

Look who's back.

You didn't want to talk to me,
last night?

No, I'm sorry, it's... These days
are a bit complicated.

Try to explain me, maybe I understand.

Okay.

I went to Rome because
of the criminal trial of my father.

-What did he do?
-He was head nurse for over 30 years.

He was spotless.

But during COVID, he wound up
in an absurd situation.

What?

A patient needed an anesthesia but
there were no available anesthetists.

We couldn't wait any longer, so he did it.
Even if he was only a nurse.

He did what any good health workers
should do.

His best to relieve a patient's pain.

And now he's on a trial.

So you're not angry with Public Healthcare
just on principle.

It's personal.

Yes.

-I have to go.
-Shall we have lunch, later?

Yes.

So, Cesconi...
Did you think about it?

My father will be acquitted.

With full formula.

I've found out
who'll be a witness in his favor.

It's Lazzarini's medical certificate.
It's dated February, 2020.

Prior to Dr. Giordano's hospitalization.

It shows it was him
the polyclinic Patient Zero.

Everybody at Internal Medicine knew that.

But they've concealed it.

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

Subtitles Translated by:
Vijay