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you know.

I'll pack her school lunch.

Should she sit the exam tomorrow?

Of course.

You think this is something

you just shake oft?

Magda! Her scholarship depends on it!

Be responsible!

I am, but it's not like

today didn't happen. It happened.

She can't throw away

all her work because of an accident.

Accident?

So rape is an accident?

He didn't rape her!

Stop saying that, all of you!

He just forced his head...

Stop it!

She'll sit the exam,

and that's final!

It's time to let her decide.

I will. And she'll agree,

you'll see.

Just don't meddle.

Could you two keep it down?

Where are your socks?

Eliza.

Tomorrow I'll see

if we can postpone the exam.

But if we can't,

you have to do your best.

I don't know if I can write.

Everybody will be nice to you.

They'll understand.

I'm going to bed now.

Excuse me, madam!

Madam!

Good morning.

I have to talk to an exam supervisor.

But the guards here claim...

- Parents are not allowed.

- It's fine, don't worry.

There are rules-

Don't worry, I'll handle it!

Doctor,

I agree it's a prestigious university,

but the regulations state that-

Mr. President.

Do they state "no casts allowed"?

We have to rule out

all possible fraud.

Her final high school average was 9.5!

Yes but last year we had a good student

with notes in his plaster.

Isn't it a case-by-case decision?

Yes, but the procedure-

She was attacked

in front of the school!

Not in the school

so it's not our fault!

It's never the school's fault, is it?

Doctor, we're deeply sorry,

but the rules-

Please just allow her to sit the exam!

Let the board decide

if she's to be disqualified.

But please give her a chance!

Send her in.

And let's hope we get no complaints.

You won't.

Thank you, I'm in your debt.

Let's go.

- Did you bring my results?

- There.

They changed your medication.

You're on Cavinton now.

For a month, then we'll see.

Wait...

There's a page missing?

Really, Mum, don't you trust me?

Here. Take this when you go.

What's this?

The photo album.

I found it in the cabinet.

Don't you want to keep it?

Eliza may want it, when she leaves.

There are photos of her.

Fine.

But calm down,

Pandele told you to rest.

You turned the house upside down.

Because I forgot where it was,

that's why.

Fine, fine.

Eliza said she'd stop by, yesterday,

to take up her party dress.

Mum, she's busy with the exams,

with going away...

Don't open for anyone,

some convicts escaped.

It was on the radio.

I don't agree with her leaving,

not one bit.

So what should we do?

You say that now,

but do you know the feeling,

when your child leaves?

I understand, Mum,

but it's for her sake.

What if she studied here in Cluj?

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