Mostly Martha Page #4

Film that, Lina, the kite!

Stop it!

This is a serious moment.

Listen to me.

You're not in the picture.

Now you are.

Our first holiday together!

Throw sand at her

-No!

Thanks for the tip!

Mom, I want the camera!

I want it!

Is that her?

At the station,

buying a ticket to ltaly.

For 22 marks!

Keep an eye on your niece

in the future.

Don't ever do that again,

you hear?

I was so worried about you!

I'm sorry.

I wish I had a recipe to follow

I know I can't replace

your mother.

I couldn't, even if I wanted to.

I'm just doing my best,

you understand?

I know I'm not doing

a very good job.

But I'm trying very hard,

believe me.

Where were you going?

To Giuseppe?

He'll come, sweetie.

I know he will.

I'm starting to forget her.

Oh Lina, come here.

Do you know what time it is?

It's very, very late.

Cognac, white wine.

Celery.

Leek.

Frida was raging mad,

as you can imagine.

Onions and garlic.

I'm sure you got along fine

without me.

It was hell.

Open your mouth.

Basil

Very good.

Star-anise.

Would you like another?

-Yes!

Hand me the jam, will you?

I'll go!

Martha, could you come?

Can I help you?

Are you Martha?

Christin's sister?

You wrote to me.

I'm Giuseppe Lorenzo.

Lina's father

You'll be fine there.

-Yes

Giuseppe's very nice.

You'll like ltaly.

It's beautiful there.

The sun nearly always shines.

And the food is simply delicious.

Have you ever been to ltaly?

No, but your Mom

always told me about it.

Yes. Me, too.

Your mom will always

be your mom,

even though

she's not with you anymore.

Always remember that,

you hear?

Ready?

Lina...

That's a beautiful name.

Do you know what it means?

It's short for "Bellina".

In Italy that means

"beautiful girl".

That's "girl".

Beautiful girl. -Yes.

Very good.

Have a good trip.

Drive carefully.

Martha...

If I'd known...

I'm really sorry.

I wish I'd met Lina

under different circumstances.

Giuseppe...

Lina is...

She's a little bit like me.

You know?

A little bit.

She's not easy to get to know.

She likes to cook.

So if you...

Lina will be fine with us.

Of course. I know.

Take care, my angel.

You too, Martha.

Go away, leave me alone.

I can't...

Please.

I told you to leave me alone!

I want you to go!

Okay.

Table 7 wants it rare.

It is rare.

Obviously not rare enough.

Any rarer and it would be raw.

Please, not tonight.

Make a new one.

From the a**hole at table 7.

He asks:

Ever seen a really rare steak?

Rare enough?

I'll get you salt and pepper

and you can eat it raw!

You'll get a clean tablecloth

at once.

No need, I'll do it.

Now excuse me,

I've got things to do.

If you go now,

don't come back tomorrow.

I know, but I have to go.

Take care, Frida.

Good luck

I need your help.

Let's go.

Do you think she'll come back

with us?

Of course she'll come back.

Why would she want to stay

with her family

in sunny Italy

when she can go

to cold and grey Germany

to live with a nutcase like you?

You're so mean.

That's not funny.

Lina loves you.

Don't you know that?

Not quite.

Not quite?

Something's wrong.

But I made it

just the way you said.

I followed the recipe

step by step,

the way you wrote it down.

Prebaked the crust

for 15 minutes?

Exactly 15 minutes

at precisely 210C.

You sure your oven

heats up to 210C?

The thing is brand-new.

Perhaps you neaded

the dough too long?

Not a second

longer than necessary!

Then it must be the sugar.

The sugar?

Did you get the Belgian

like I told you?

Can you tell differences in sugar?

Of course not.

I can taste which kind

you didn't use.

I give up.

I'll be right back.

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