Mythomaniac (Mytho)

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

POLICE

Shit.

Shit!

Virginie, darling, wake up.

We're late.

The alarm didn't go off.

I don't want to go to school.

And I don't want to go to work.

But at least you make money.

Come on now, go.

Mm...

Go before I get to three or I'll spank you!

Spank?

Sam. Wake up, the alarm didn't go off.

- Okay. - Your sports clothes are in by the door.

Virginie, don't go back to sleep!

Five minutes...

- I'm out of contact solution. - So soon?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Carole?

Hurry, the alarm didn't go off.

You're not dressed?

All my sweaters are itchy.

You won't go out without a sweater.

- Hi, Mom. - Hi.

I don't like this cereal.

Can I have orange juice?

Yes. What is Carole doing?

Carole?

My check for the school trip?

Right. Here.

Thanks.

The math teacher's absent.

Again?

Liar.

Fuck you.

Please.

Hurry up, guys.

Sam.

- Sam! - Hello.

- Yes? - Hello.

- Hello. - Your gym stuff.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

- Here. - Thanks.

What was that?

Something happened?

I don't know.

Go now. Quickly.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

You'll take the old dryer out.

Yeah...

Look. When I do this,

I can feel my lumps.

- Touch it! Touch it! - Stop freaking out.

No wonder the kids are stressed out.

Why make a big deal about it? I'm sure you're fine.

You're fine.

The lumps your gynecologist found...

Can you see?

Uh...

Can you turn off your phone?

Oh, I'm sorry. It fell in water, it doesn't work. I...

I can't turn it off.

Yes, Carole, I have an appointment.

Where is my denim jacket? I can't find it anywhere.

I promise I'll look for it when I get home.

No, but that's...

Fucking unbelievable.

This lump of fat...

looks like a nodule, feels like a nodule, but is completely harmless.

I don't get it.

Your body made fake cancerous lumps.

It's a bit like alcohol-free beer, if you will.

There you go.

We'll check in six months.

Just for laughs.

What caused it?

I don't know.

You're stressed, overworked with your children,

your job.

Modern female slavery is all.

Crying for good news is silly.

I'll say.

Come on, Mrs. Giannini.

Get some rest and exercise.

This is also your body ringing the alarm.

And your kids need to respect you.

MEDICAL IMAGING CENTER

Look here! Peekaboo.

Peekaboo!

Good. That's great.

Yes!

Come on.

If you need portraits of you

and your family, or if your company...

NOTARY

- Good morning. Hello, Pierre. - Hello.

- All good? - Yes.

- Good morning, Michaël. - Hello.

- Hi, Hassan. - Hi.

- Hello, Cécile. - Hi.

Hi, Channa.

Did you see? Isn't this your area?

- Yes, I heard the police this morning. - Mm-hm.

The woman spiked the ravioli,

and then choked her husband with a pillow

she made for their 50th anniversary.

- No way. - Mm.

I see who that is.

Nutso wants to see you.

You know what? This asshole wants

to check all the obsolescence values that we agreed on.

- He's trying to wear me down. - Maybe he wants to help.

That's your problem. You see good everywhere.

You're upset, too?

I swear...

if I give birth early, I'll sue him.

AGENCY DIRECTOR M. BRUNET

Yeah.

With employees like you,

we'll end up out of work.

Sorry, I saw the doctor...

Why are all the Gillard invoices

less than six months old?

Are they?

- Are you sure? - Elvira,

it's not perfect pitch I have, it's perfect smell.

And I can smell a scam from a mile away.

They are honest, a small printing shop.

Bullshit, Elvira.

Yes.

What are you looking at?

Are you looking to buy?

Sit down.

I have a question for you.

Do you like it?

- Like what? - Your job.

Ah.

Yes.

Seriously?

Meaningless insurance claims turn you on?

Not really, no.

Accelerated procedures?

You fancy those?

- No, not really. - So, why are you doing it?!

Our trade should be...

a vocation...

or a calling.

I have four mouths to feed.

I don't have time for such questions.

This is just a job and I try to do it the best I can.

How about your Chinese lessons?

How is that going?

I haven't had the time. I...

I counted on you to pick up the slack of this mentally-challenged team.

Here's the rub: you've been performing poorly lately.

Any personal problems?

I don't give a shit.

And I don't want to know.

I know what you're about,

Elvira Giannini.

A life of after-school pickups.

Ungrateful children.

A distant husband.

Days off...

spent at the supermarket.

Every day, you go home exhausted.

But laundry needs washing.

Dinner needs cooking.

It's like working two jobs.

So, inevitably...

you're tired.

Hi, Elvira.

And you screw up.

You're screwing up, Elvira,

because you're overwhelmed.

There.

Sorry I'm late.

Don't worry about it.

Thanks for watching him.

It's only a tarot reading, an hour, tops.

- Elvira? - Jeff, where are you?

I thought you were coming. I'm tired of this hole in my backyard.

I'm at the store.

Covering for Patrick.

Here, too,

- it's a mess. - Where's Patrick?

He's out on a delivery.

Probably driving. You can call him.

I'm with a customer, I have to go.

Have a good one.

Bye, ciao.

Hi.

Carole?

Yeah?

Is this yours?

That hideous thing?

Please, no. Did you find my jacket?

Did you have a nice day?