Marilyn's Eyes (Marilyn ha gli occhi neri)

NETFLIX PRESENTS

["Queen of the Night" aria from Mozart's The Magic Flute playing]

Maybe I went a bit nuts.

How do you think your daughter feels, seeing you like that?

Well, Diego, perhaps you should reflect on the

fact that certain decisions were made

because your behavior might have an impact on your daughter's frame of mind.

Since your divorce, you've been in and out of places like this.

But the guy wouldn't just put the flour back,

and… and I kept on telling him…

I was working.

You know? He kept moving the flour on me.

It's like, uh,

you put your cell phone right here and I moved it there,

so you put it back here.

I moved it over there,

and you want to put it right back where you want it

because that's your phone's place.

But I move it back there, and hey, maybe…

m-maybe that would wind you up too, no?

You seem to be telling me that your behavior,

losing your job, all of it,

was because this person happened to move your flour around too much?

You know how much power you give up when you react like this?

Hmm.

M-Maybe I was already just a bit on edge.

It's just, my ex-wife always treats me like I'm an idiot.

She seems to think that

I'm not a good father.

And she… she mustn't think that I'm not a good father.

However,

we don't have much control over the things your ex-wife thinks.

It would be much more useful

to work towards you, Diego, not thinking these things about yourself.

Are you watching carefully?

None of this here…

Yes, none of this

would've been possible before right now.

Right now, though…

Right now,

it is.

Yes, good afternoon.

I was telling you that last night I was at this party at the pool.

And somebody decided to push me in with everything on, my clothes, my shoes.

Although my cell phone?

Intact.

It works perfectly.

The new Z6.

Amazing is nothing!

Come on, let's get serious here.

Do you know what "serious" means?

When you say something, you have to do it--

The delivery man didn't show up. How does the bread--

The bread was supposed to be ready. You didn't have it ready.

He wouldn't have gotten there if the delivery man wasn't there--

The bread wasn't ready. It must be said.

-Fuck you! - He doesn't get it.

We decide whether or not to do something, eh?

You think the decision is mine? We're the doubles.

-Goddamn it! - Fuck you harder!

Susanna, calm down. Calm, calm.

Okay, Armando. We're listening.

You can go to Papua New Guinea if you think I'm a liar.

There, they have freedom.

We're only doubling for them here.

Our real selves are there.

Here, we're only doubles.

Everyone is really there, but that's okay. The important thing is to admit it.

So, you, Armando, are telling us that you don't feel free.

But here, we aren't forcing you to do anything.

Of course not, because it's much more treacherous as a captive.

I don't decide whether or not to make bread.

Uh, you're a double too.

Who do you think decides whether or not you get to be the psychiatrist?

-I mean, it's clear-- -Clara, it'd be nice if you were on time.

Fuck you!

Yeah, but I had a doctor's appointment for the old lady.

-No, but I have more to say. -Wait a moment, Armando. Sorry.

It wasn't your shift today, Clara, was it, though?

I didn't think so, but they're always asking you to do stuff at the last minute,

as if you have nothing else to do.

Next time, could you refrain from eating during our group?

-Groceries. Hmm… - No.

I, um… skipped lunch, so I wouldn't be late.

-No, I have more to say. I wasn't done. - Fuck you! Fuck you!

Paris, why are you looking at me like that? Tomorrow, I'm done here, so…

I'm going back to my life.

Um, also, my new play is opening soon.

Uh, I'm pretty excited.

So, who's the new guy?

You got caught jacking off in the park?

- -

How did it go at the day care today?

Fine, fine.

Do they give you any time to go look for a job,

or do they expect you to stay there all day?

Sure, but slowly.

I'm gonna get a job. Let me fit in first.

Yes, fit in.

Diego…

Do you know anything about penguins?

Penguins have the unique ability to excrete their feces

with a force that is ten times the power of a human being.

A rifle shot!

They don't do it on purpose.

Huh? Nature has everything taken care of.

In order to keep the nest clean, they spray it away, like explosive!

Imagine, a little seal happens to pass by

and finds himself full of shit.

And, of course, the seal gets angry.

And this pissed-off seal, this pissed-off seal is wrong here

because the penguin is made that way.

The penguin is never going to change.

The penguin is me.

It's me. I am the penguin.

-And I have no intention of changing-- -And do you… do you think I'm having fun?

Listen, two grown men, unless they're a couple,

it's impossible for them to live together.

They're like two convicts. Okay?

Now, tomorrow, you go out and find a job,

and make a commitment to stop freaking out at work.

Those guys, they were total dickheads

b-because the only thing… they wanted was to have me fired.

Yes, of course, of course. The dickhead is always somebody else.

The fact is, the real dickhead is sitting right here.

Because you have a daughter,

and then you go crazy, you lose your job,

and it all falls apart.

Afternoon.

Ciao, sweetheart.

-You have 30 minutes, all right? - Yes, yes, I know.

Ciao.

Sit… sit here.

How are you?

Good?

Uh, I… I've got something.

Two juices.

Apricot because it's… it's your favorite.

And look, it's organic,

so, your mom should be happy.

Hmm…

Uh…

And how is school going?

Good.

Brava.

Hmm…

Papa, you…

you've lost weight.

Only a little bit.

But I'm…

I'm solid, I'm fine.

Well… well, don't worry, I'm putting

everything back together.

Everything.

The Court of Rome,

after re-examining the case of Mrs. Clara Pagani,

confirms a further six months of attendance

at the day care center to which she was previously assigned.

-Talk to her, right? -No.

-Say something! -Sh!

-This is because of that asshole Paris. -Sh!

Since this sentence is an alternative to imprisonment,

your attendance, ma'am, is mandatory,

under penalty of imprisonment.

Okay?

This case is scheduled for review again on May sixth.

But I didn't do anything!

- Sh! -No, I didn't do anything.

No. No, no, no.

Your Honor, please let me explain about the original sentencing.

-You must not have-- -You and I shouldn't have direct contact.

-It was an accident. -Please move.

This is my life! Is there someone I can talk to?

Please, ma'am, listen to me. Was everybody in agreement on this?

Hey!

Hey! Hey, Paris! What, are you fucking with me, huh?

Next time you write me a shitty report, maybe mention it to me first?

I'm an actress.

I've got a show starting next week and there's a tour I need to prepare for.

Who's going to talk to my manager? Because you're driving me crazy!

-Stay calm. -I'm going crazy!

You're in here because you've done things that have consequences.

It was an accident.

I never meant to set him on fire. It was just…

-It was bad luck. -You refuse to cooperate.

-And won't follow a program. -Another six months in this fucking place!

-I'm normal! -You won't recognize the problem.

-Normal! -Listen! Listen!

I would say you're pretty fortunate that I delivered my report

before this so-called "normalcy" suggested you attack a judge in the parking lot!

But when I attacked the judge, and even right now, there was nobody to talk to.

-You can't even talk. -Clara, where the fuck are you going?

Okay, you have a problem.

All right?