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This is delicious, sis.

Thank you.

What kind of seasoning did you use?

Well, salt, pepper

a clove of garlic, some thyme

basil...

and to deglaze, a touch of tabasco.

What is it?

What's the matter?

Hold on.

You know what Mom said

a few days before she died?

"Sometimes, I imagine myself with people who

"instead of an opaque head,

"have a screen

where I can read their thoughts."

Did you brush your teeth, precious?

Did you like the Mickey

your uncle Alex brought you?

He loves you very much.

You know that?

Me too.

Yes.

Do you feel alone sometimes?

Do you love Dad and me?

Okay, time to say your prayers.

Dear Jesus, let me be a good girl

so I can go to heaven.

Okay, time to sleep snow.

Goodnight.

Could you leave the light on

a little longer?

No, it's too late.

Sweet dreams.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

What is it?

Nothing.

Part II

- Morning, darling.

- Morning.

It's raining.

Morning, precious.

Get up, sweetie.

Morning.

At the beginning of the month

four days ago

Georg started his new job.

Things didn't go smoothly.

Perhaps you'll recall

that when he was transfered,

his new boss was quite hostile.

You could say he won that battle.

His commitment has rejuvenated

the department

and since his boss has recently

been suffering

from a rather stubborn

intestinal ailment

and has been mostly out sick,

they've asked Georg

to step in

as the acting manager.

Whatever the case,

his boss is close to retirement

and it's a mere formality

before Georg is made department head.

So you have every reason

to be proud of your son.

Alex is also in good shape now.

This summer, he took a cruise

in Scandinavia,

and it did him a lot of good.

He asks me to give you his best.

Tonight, Mr. Breitenfels,

Georg's executive director,

is coming to dinner

in reciprocity for

the dinner party

he gave us a couple of weeks ago,

where Georg's new role

was more or less made official.

They say he's a gourmet.

So I'll have to do my culinary best

to impress him.

To which end, mother,

your recipe for stuffed duck

will be vital.

Please wish me luck...

I just stopped by to pick up

my personal things.

They're... they're not here.

Why?

They were...

I had them set aside.

You see,

I didn't want to mess up

your personal things

while I worked.

I understand.

And where did you have them...

put?

With Human Resources.

I see...

Thank you.

- Right.

- Are you better now?

- Pardon?

Oh right. Yes, of course.

Of course.

- I'm glad to hear it.

- Yes.

You must have overlooked this.

I'm sorry to have disturbed you.

Not at all.

Good day.

Hello.

I hope the rain won't prevent you

from coming.

His wife has a cold.

He's coming alone.

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