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Maret (2023)

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Maret (2023)

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Hello!

Hello!

Um, nice.

Yes. Great. Let's hope so.

Now?

Shall we go to the gallery?

Yes.

Great.

Yes...

But we'll definitely

make some more, right?

Alright! Okay, good.

So...

For me...

But the face was different.

Yes, I know. It was a work

in progress. It never stops.

- Hello.

- Hey.

Yes.

- Are you coming to Lucy Pokar's?

- No.

Do you have a cigarette?

So what are you doing here?

I was at an agency.

- Lucy.

- Maret?

- Hello.

- Hello.

I still have a few of your paintings

at the gallery.

Didn't you want to take them?

- Yes.

- When?

Soon.

Maret, I'm not your gallerist

anymore, okay!

I know.

Well, next time I trip over them,

I'll just throw them out.

Great, throw them away!

Hey, come with us!

We're late. We have to go!

- Hello!

- Hi!

How lovely!

Hi!

A cross is perfectly fine.

It's just a formality.

Tell me something.

Something you remember.

I'm six, seven... or eight.

And I'm with my parents

in our caravan on a campsite,

and it's really close to a forest.

And...

there's a storm outside

and it's hailing

and I can hear the trees cracking.

And it's completely dark

even though it's daytime.

The hailstones are pelting down

on the roof

against the plastic windows.

And I stand outside and...

the hailstones are hitting me

on the head,

my arms and my face.

It hurts like hell and...

it's freezing cold but I don't move.

The next day I'm covered in bruises.

Yes, that's what I remember.

And the day you had the accident...

what can you remember?

The farmer who found you?

Yes. Yes.

You were brought here

in the ambulance and then?

Then...

No one knew who I was,

I also didn't know who I was and...

And then they...

called Thomas.

Then he came and brought me a bag

with some clean clothes and shoes.

And...

And when I put them on,

I noticed they fit me and that,

well, that they must be my shoes.

And that this man,

Thomas, actually knows me.

What happened before the accident?

I don't know.

What's going on with me?

Why does something like this happen?

It seems you don't remember

some parts of your life.

That could point to

dissociative amnesia.

In technical terms, we also refer

to this as a fugue state.

Hi.

How are you?

How do you feel?

You don't recognise me, do you?

My name is Maret Reuther.

I'm 44 years old.

I was born in Hamburg

and I'm a graphic designer.

I now live in...

Dalldorf.

My partner's name is Thomas Ahrends.

My name is Maret Reuther.

I'm 44 years old.

I was born in Hamburg

and I'm a graphic designer.

I now live in Dalldorf.

You go jogging every morning

at five o'clock.

Always cross-country,

whatever the weather.

Except Sundays.

You always say: "The body needs

one day of rest."

That's your room.

What's that?

Your installation.

That's how you arranged it.

Can I be alone for a moment?

Of course.

Hello?

Good morning.

My name is Moore.

I'm a neurologist.

Am I speaking with Maret Reuther?

Yes.

Yes, that's me.

The clinic in Bargteheide

contacted me

and gave me your home number

so I could get in touch with you.

Yes, I... I was released yesterday.

And just so you know, Dr Leonhardt

informed me personally.

Has he examined you?

He was my doctor

at the clinic, yeah.

Doctor Leonhardt and I

are old colleagues.

Has he informed you that I might be

able to help with an intervention?

I run a clinic

in the Canary Islands.

We're specialised.

And what do you do exactly?

Well,

of course, you have to look at it

on a case-by-case basis,

but interventions are usually

smaller than expected.

There's been a major advance

in brain surgery.

Surgery?

An operation?

Oh.

I know that the idea

is scary at first,

but there's nothing to fear.

Why don't you take time to think

about it and then we talk again?

OK.

I'll give you my number.

Then you can call me anytime.

You can call me when it suits you.

Do you have something to write on?

Yep, just a second, please.

OK.

0-0-3-4-6-3-4-0-1-1.

I'm looking forward

to hearing from you.

- Bye

- Bye.

So what did this doctor

actually say?

Neurosurgeon.

She said they can

reverse my condition

with an operation.

Crazy.

Why crazy?

Well, who knows

what they might mess up.

What's crazy is that I don't

remember the last 20 years.

Don't you want to try

something else first, like therapy

or a psychologist or something?

And say what to them?

I've already been to hospital.

What does Thomas say about it...

about surgery?

I don't know.

- Haven't you told him?

- No.

- Why not?

- I don't know the man.

He's a stranger.

- Still?

- Yes.

Are you sleeping together?

No.

Just asking.

No way.

Why him?

He's a great guy.

Really.

Just sleep with him.

No.

Why not?

We used to sleep with everyone.

Give it a try.

Maybe something will happen.

No.

So you were standing here, then?

Yes, there.

And the farmer was back there.

He probably thought

you were a ghost.

Possibly.

Yes?

- You mother called again earlier.

- Hm.

Was it nice with Yvonne?

Yes.

What's that?

A sculpture, I'd say.

Yes, I know.

How did it get here?

Where did you find it?

In the living room, in a white box.

You threw it away a year ago.

You...

didn't like it.

You said it was awful.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Alright, so... we're fine for now.

Oh well, unfortunately

I have to go in.

Thank you.

Talk to you soon.

Miss Reuther.

Hi, I'm Dr Moore.

It's lovely to finally meet you.

- How was your flight?

- Good.

OK, good. And um...

- would you like a coffee, water?

- No.

- A bite to eat, maybe?

- No, I'm fine.

Well, alright then, off we go.

Let me take that for you.

Thank you.

This way.

I'm so glad you came.

And I want to thank you

for your trust.

Would you mind

if I called you Maret?

I seem to have trouble

pronouncing your surname, Re-- um,

Reuther.

Maret is fine.

Sounds so pretty when you say it.

What does it mean?

Pearl.

That's lovely.

Well.

I don't really like my name.

April.

I mean, I'm not a month, am I?

I wasn't even born in April.

At least Moore is OK.

Impressive, isn't it?

You know, the ocean is right on

the other side of that hill.

I used to imagine

I'd go every day, but I don't.

I guess I work too much.

But maybe you feel like going?

Do you live here?

Yeah, for almost three years now.

Come this way.

So, here it is,

your little sanctuary.

Do you like it?

My housekeeper, Yilli,

she stocked the fridge for you,

I hope you find something

you like in there.

Should we have dinner

later on together?

I have a few things

I need to catch up on,

so why don't you get yourself

settled in and relax for a bit?

What about the clinic?

Oh, you only just got here.

We have all the time in the world.

How's half past seven?

Good.

I hope you like it.

It's macrobiotic.

I've only eaten macrobiotic food

for almost 20 years now.

Thank you. It's very good.

How are you feeling, Maret?

I don't know.

I might have known the answer

to this question once, but, um...

no, I... I don't anymore.

No, that's not what I meant.

Tell me how you're feeling

right now.

I'm swimming... all the time.

You know, I've never met anyone

in your situation before, ever.

I work with Alzheimer's patients,

patients that have illness

or accident triggered amnesia.

But what happened in your brain,

it's...

I don't know how else

to describe it. It's extraordinary.

Well, it doesn't

feel extraordinary at all.

I understand, but there's absolutely

nothing wrong with you physically.

Your brain is completely intact.

But there must be something

you can see.

I assume that your problem

lies elsewhere.

The mind remembers

what the soul can bear.

As dramatic as a fugue state is, it

doesn't need much to be triggered.

What do you mean,

what the soul can bear?

We're gonna find that out together.

That's why you're here.

So, eight hours of sleep are

essential for the macrobiotic diet.

So, I'm gonna wake you up

tomorrow morning early, OK?

OK.

OK, thank you for dinner.

I hope you have a good night's rest.

People usually sleep

like babies in that house.

Thank you.

Maret?

You can change your mind

anytime you like.

The flight ticket comes

with no strings attached.

Good night.

Good night.

Welcome to my

charming little neurotopia.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

This is Diana Grossman,

a biologist from Switzerland.

She specialises in cell research.

- Morning.

- Good morning.

My team is made up of experts

from all around the globe.

They come here to contribute

their knowledge and

to be pioneers,

and nobody bothers us out here

in the middle of the ocean.

Through here to the right.

It's freezing in here.

It's the g*dd*mn North Pole.

Thousands of interconnected

microprocessors

that allow us to decode

any brain in its entirety.

This mapping is essential

to our research.

Everything in the brain is electric,

even the tiniest impulse.

Is this my brain?

No, no, not yet.

This is the brain

of an Alzheimer's patient.

You can actually see the patient's

lesions in those light blue areas,

and that's where we will administer

deep brain stimulation.

- Hi.

- Hi.

This is my dear colleague, Arnau.

Hello.

It's not a contemporary diagram.

Nowadays, the electrodes

we implant are tiny,

although the concept

is essentially the same.

What's so amazing about

deep brain stimulation

is that it uses the same methodology

as the brain itself.

Targeted electric impulses that

create new pathways and connections.

By implanting an electrode

in a specific area of the brain,

we can stimulate that area

and bring it back to life and

retrieve lost memories, for example.

That sounds simple.

I know. It's fascinating.

Deep brain stimulation is like

medicine without side effects.

But what about this?

It's a kind of pacemaker.

It stimulates and regulates the

impulses, the battery, so to speak.

- So this is also implanted?

- Correct.

And remains inside?

- I mean, my whole life?

- Hm.

If you can please look

straight ahead at the monitor

and try to move

as little as possible.

"I don't usually struggle

to make a decision."

"When I'm frustrated,

I usually get annoyed."

How am I supposed to answer this?

I can't remember this either.

But you remember your childhood

and your youth.

So, if you just tap on the answer

that most closely matches

what you remember from back then.

- OK.

- OK.

Doesn't everybody get annoyed

when they are frustrated?

You know, just answer the questions.

Don't analyse them.

Keep it simple.

"People who know me well would say

I'm constantly not satisfied."

I'm sorry, I...

I can't answer this question.

It's just...

Yes, Maret?

I don't understand what any of this

has to do with my memories.

Mm.

Good.

You know, the test can wait.

Why don't you lean back

for a minute and relax?

Try and close your eyes.

Describe the last thing

you remember.

I went to Africa for several months.

After graduation?

Yes.

It felt like real freedom.

I can't remember any details,

but I still have images,

very strong images.

And then?

Then I...

I started to study painting.

You remember any of this in detail?

Your fellow students, teachers,

where you lived?

OK, um...

try and remember something

from a year ago.

- It's impossible.

- I know, I know.

Oh, it's all good. It's all good.

You don't need to answer.

OK. I just have to ask the question

because we need to see what happens

in your brain when you

try and access

those memories, alright?

OK.

Can you describe how you're feeling?

It's like stone.

It's like...

I pushed through a rock.

Thank you.

Thank you so much for trying anyway.

Do you think we can continue?

Alright.

- Are you done?

- I'm done.

OK, so can I bring them back now?

Yes.

Do you need them again this week?

Not for the moment.

Otherwise I'll let know.

- OK, see you later.

- See you later.

Are you OK?

Yes.

Your tests are done for today?

Would you like some tea?

OK.

This is a good place, this island.

With good energy.

People find out quickly

if they like it here.

It's like a magnet.

Either they are pushed away

from the beginning

or they connect with the island

and they never want to leave.

Are you here because of the clinic?

Doctor Moore is one of the best

neuroscientists in the world.

That is undeniable.

Working for her is amazing.

But to be honest,

I'm here because of the surfing.

Oh.

How about you?

Do you do any sport?

Apparently I used to be

a passionate jogger.

- Five o'clock in the morning.

- Mm,

- that's interesting.

- Why?

The brain of endurance athletes has

a stronger functional connectivity.

- Sorry?

- Hm.

The network in the brain

is more pronounced.

Studies examined if jogging helps

prevent Alzheimer's or Parkinson's.

But not amnesia.

No.

Windy, huh?

Would you like one?

Thank you.

Thanks.

You know, I should have some beer

if that's more your thing.

Oh, no, thank you.

Can I ask you a personal question?

Sure.

Why did you come here all alone?

I mean, you live with someone,

right? A man?

It was more reflex.

I couldn't stand it there.

- How long have you known him?

- Eight years.

He knows me, and...

Two of those living together.

I guess it couldn't have been

all that bad.

I think he wants me to see things

from his point of view,

but I can't.

Well, you know,

the relationship of a couple

is based on shared memories, so...

I mean, he can't see things

from my point of view either.

I don't think anyone can see things

from your point of view.

As if I had fallen

right from the sky.

We shall change all of this

very soon.

When the memories come back,

what happens?

Do I see images again and will

the right feelings come along

with these images?

Or will I be staring

at my memories like a Diashow--

Slideshow?

- I don't know.

- Sorry?

You know, memories are overrated.

I mean,

I think people give them

far too much meaning.

They're just fiction, pure fantasy.

Just because everyone

clutches at them like straws or

believes that their memories define

them, it doesn't make them true.

But why am I here then?

I'm still waiting

on some test results,

but there is a reason

this happened to you.

There's no way around that.

If you can imagine a street

that's been covered by a landslide,

the street can be cleared,

but more important is the question,

what caused this landslide?

In a way, you could even see this

as an opportunity for change.

You can become someone new.

Why would I want to be someone new?

I don't even know who I am

here right now.

Or who I used to be.

Or you will be,

or who you could be.

I'm just trying to say that

maybe there's another reason

you landed here with me.

Maybe it's not so much about

trying to figure out what was,

but trying to figure out

what could be.

You know, I don't mean to scare you.

It's just, it's something

I've been developing.

It's sort of a seismic detector

for the brain.

Many people are stuck,

stuck with their bad habits

and their faults,

so they start

working on themselves, but

change through willpower

is difficult, and progress is slow.

After all, synapses have to be

completely rewired

in order for behaviour to change.

And my detector

offers that opportunity

to regulate behaviour,

redirect it, stop it, even.

It's an opportunity for freedom.

For you too, if you want it.

Hola.

Hola.

Excuse me, could you,

could you leave it like it is?

You don't have to, you know,

just like this...

Yes, don't worry, I'll do it.

I'll do it right now.

Ah no, no, no, excuse me.

Just, uh, just leave it,

leave it like it is, OK?

It's fine.

I'll take care of it, OK?

- I'll make it nice.

- No, no, no, excuse me,

more like, like this and this, OK?

Is that how you want it?

- Just like that?

- Yes.

- Alright.

- Perfect.

Well, we'll leave it

like that, then.

Don't worry.

Everything will be fine.

Everything will be fine.

Of course they will.

What did you expect,

they were forever gonna tolerate

you squatting there for nothing?

I say for nothing because you're

not making anything out of it.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Benjamin, listen, Benjamin.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

It was my son.

Benjamin is his name.

Means the "son of luck".

I don't know how he...

turned out like this.

That's his.

He stays in your apartment

when he comes to visit me.

My father had one like this.

And I remember it well,

the sound it makes and

the type of photos

and this procedure.

You can keep it, if you want to.

Thank you.

Will you come with me? I have

something I'd like to show you.

Please have a seat.

So, we finished your mapping.

OK, which means?

Which means we now have

detailed analysis of everything.

How you process fear

and your ability to empathise,

- your inhibition threshold.

- And?

You wouldn't understand it.

I still want to know.

I can say that the serotonin level

in your cortical area is very low.

And that the strong subcortical

activity in your anger system,

coupled with a weak top-down

regulation in your prefrontal cortex

points towards a propensity for

impulsive, aggressive behaviour.

What?

I could also tell you about

some things that came to light

when Dr Leonhardt

interviewed your partner, Thomas.

Though neither ascribed them

much importance,

how Thomas described you.

So you know

what kind of person I am.

I know how your brain

is put together.

In the end, it's just a

complicated construction set.

I'm so happy you came here

and that you put your trust in me,

and I really believe that this

could be a solution for you.

A way to control your impulses

before something goes wrong again.

No.

I just want to be my old self again.

I want my life back.

But don't you understand, Maret,

that it's precisely because

you were your old self

that this happened to you,

the fugue state.

So I'm to blame?

Blame?

Do you know

what they call this island?

They call it

"The Island of Surrender".

Excuse me.

Madam!

No! Don't walk there!

It's forbidden!

It's very dangerous, come back!

Hello! Come back! Come back!

- Fck.

- Come on!

Ladies and gentlemen, we'd like

to inform you that in a few minutes

the simulation of a volcanic

eruption will take place downstairs.

Please follow the guide that will

wait for you outside the hall.

Thank you.

Between 1726 and 1730,

there were frequent earthquakes.

The subterranean noise

caused great panic

among the inhabitants

of the island

fleeing in search of refuge.

The eruption began

in late summer 1730

at dusk on 1 September.

The events that took place then

have been recorded

in the handwritten chronicles

of an exceptional witness.

Hello. I've only just seen this...

No.

I...

I don't carry this phone with me

all the time.

Where are you now?

Hello.

Hello.

This is the worst spaghetti

I've ever eaten.

You should've ordered the fish.

I was hungry.

I'd like to go somewhere

where we can talk.

OK.

So you're not going

to have the operation?

Could you come inside?

I can't see your face.

You don't know what she's like.

- Who?

- The doctor.

She's strange. It's all strange.

The whole clinic, it's...

it's a church on the mountain.

Yes and you didn't take me

with you.

She doesn't want to restore

my memories either.

What then?

I don't know.

She wants to mess around

with my personality.

What do you mean?

She showed me this tiny device.

A detector, she wants to

implant it in my brain

and it's supposed to...

well, control my impulses.

Ah.

"Ah"?

Well,

maybe that's helpful in some way.

Excuse me?

Why did you come at all?

To see if it's still

worth it with me?

Wouldn't that be my right?

I don't know you!

And I don't want to

get to know you either.

So you don't know me, huh?

But I know you, Maret.

- Shall I tell you what you're like?

- Go for it! Don't hold back!

You've also forgotten that all

of this is so typical of you.

Just disappearing.

Leaving me sitting at home alone

thinking who knows what.

You don't give a damn.

I think you actually...

take some kind of wicked pleasure

in hurting other people.

And what you like most

is triggering it.

- That's not my intention.

- Don't interrupt me!

How many of our friends

have you already hurt?

How often has stupid little Thomas

had to fix everything?

How you laughed as you told

our friends their child was ugly,

that their job was boring,

that they were too stupid

to grasp political issues.

How often you just completely...

flew off the handle

for no good reason.

And the best thing...

was always

your grovelling afterwards.

That bundle of misery

needing sympathy,

yet again unable to grasp

how she could be so cruel,

or where this latest outburst

came from.

Apparently,

I'm not as boring as you.

I always wanted to do that.

And why these outbursts,

as you call them?

I don't know, Maret.

I don't believe you.

I don't care anymore.

What did you tell Leonhardt

about me?

That we were also happy.

That we had a life, friends,

a future.

That we laughed a lot together.

Conversed all night long.

Had sex.

Great sex, actually.

Travelled.

And everything else people do...

You were so vivacious too.

Always on the move.

Exhilarating.

You always had new ideas...

before crushing them all over again.

I always had the feeling that

I couldn't hold you back anyway.

As if I were...

nothing to you,

never good enough for you.

As if there were...

a hole inside you.

Funny that you're suddenly so blunt

about finding me boring.

I think you're just bored of life.

Maret?

So this is where you've been hiding?

I thought you had disappeared.

I live here and you?

Well, me too.

Moore is really pssed off

that you left.

- Beer?

- No, thanks.

She's pssed off? Why?

'Cause her guinea pig's gone?

No, no, I didn't mean it like that.

Your beer. That's 15, please.

So are you staying for a while?

I don't know, maybe.

- Thirsty?

- Yes.

You want to come to a party?

Where?

With my friends, at my place.

OK.

OK.

See you later.

Come through.

- This is Maret.

- Hi.

I thought the island had

swallowed her, but I found her now.

Probably it had. I'm Bianca

and this is Evandro.

Hi there, nice to meet you.

My boyfriend.

For you.

Let's toast, happy holidays!

Happy holidays!

Will you tell Moore that we've met?

Not if you don't want me to.

What is that supposed to mean?

What do you think about

what she does?

Look...

What Moore has achieved in

the last years is really remarkable.

- Remarkable.

- Yes.

She has the ability to access

the deepest regions of the brain

where our worst fears, troubles,

perversions or disorders lie.

And intervene.

Moore has operated

on a violent criminal.

He asked her to a few months ago.

And?

It went well.

He has complete control

over his violent impulses.

If he feels the urge to hit someone,

the detector intervenes, blocks it.

Oh wait...

Are you comparing me

to a violent criminal?

I'm just saying that even with worse

impulses, Moore can be of help.

And now he's a better person?

Just because he got operated on?

A normal member of society?

At least he doesn't

commit crimes anymore.

In a way, he's a new man.

Don't you think

he deserves a chance?

To be honest,

I'm not really following.

You stopped making sense

a while ago.

- Hey, what is that?

- What?

Is this your strategy,

yours and Moore's?

- What do you mean?

- Your ways to seduce me?

And when we have sex, you make

your measurements and in the morning

you type everything into my mapping?

No, Maret.

This has nothing to do

with the clinic, OK? I just, I...

Today was the first time

that I really saw you,

the kind of person you are,

and I like you.

Yeah? I don't like you.

- Really?

- No, I don't like you.

You know why?

I don't like you

because you have no imagination.

You are just a cold man

with a lovely smile, and,

you sit in your windowless basement

and your mind's obsessed with

just cyphers and signs and numbers,

and when you feel finally

something real, yeah,

when the world is not so easy,

you hop on your little surfboard and

you leave your loneliness out there,

and you dare to compare me

to a violent criminal.

- I didn't say that.

- Yes, you did.

Because for you, I'm just a brain

rotating in front of you.

You're just awful. You are ugly like

your ugly fcking surfboy shirt,

- you're ugly and stupid, fcking...

- Stop, stop!

Fck you.

Fck off!

THE THIN LINE BETWEEN

ENDURING AND VANISHING

Hello.

What were you doing?

A friend's dog

was run over this morning.

We put him to rest in the ocean

and we sang.

I'm sorry, I was so mean to you.

Maybe it's time you walk home.

I have to go.

Your mother and I went to Tenerife

a few years ago.

We didn't particularly

like it there.

You didn't like it.

- It was too windy for you.

- Yes, too windy.

And too many pensioners.

Lanzarote is also very windy.

And beautiful.

But I've only seen

part of the island.

- Salad?

- No, thanks.

Thanks.

And how's the shop?

Everyone orders online nowadays.

We're too old anyway.

We have to come up with something.

Where are you going to live now?

I don't know yet, Mum.

Rents have gone up again.

You can stay with us for now,

otherwise...

Thanks. I'll look.

So are you completely

healthy again now?

No, Dad...

I can't remember yet.

And could it happen again?

I don't know.

Thomas was here.

Thomas?

He brought boxes with your things.

I put them in the basement,

with your paintings.

Guess he can't wait

to get rid of me.

Maybe he's just looking

for an excuse to...

To what?

I think he just wanted

to talk a bit.

About what? Me?

Well, he's known you for so long.

Poor guy.

He didn't deserve that.

Oh, Dominik.

What's that supposed to mean?

He didn't deserve - me?

- Just leave it.

- No, tell me.

Well, it would've been nice if

something had actually gone well.

This isn't getting us anywhere now.

I'll fetch dessert.

Maret, will you help?

No.

Why are you talking to me like this?

What's going on?

Why are you siding with Thomas?

I'm your daughter.

Oh, I see. Now suddenly

you're our daughter again...

Excuse me?

I'm going to tell you something,

whether you like it or not.

We were thrilled

when you finally moved in

with Thomas

and actually got something

resembling a profession.

That was a blessing

living there with him,

being there with him.

What?

OK. And before that?

You weren't thrilled with me?

You just messed around,

you started everything

and finished nothing.

Yeah, you made your art.

No, that's not exactly true.

She did finish her studies.

So nice of you to defend me.

That was the biggest disaster ever.

That awful professor

with his pretentious wife.

Yes, strange people, all of them.

Stupid people.

I'll tell you what, Maret.

Make an effort with Thomas.

Pull yourself together.

I mean,

you're not in pain, you don't have

a life-threatening illness.

Well, there's no point.

We never got anywhere with this.

We never agreed about your life.

Take care of yourself,

Maret.

Maret?

Wow!

It really is you.

I haven't seen you in ages.

Hello.

What about the art?

Are you showing something?

Who's representing you?

I've no idea who you are.

Hey, I still have

a mixtape of yours!

Excuse me. I wasn't quite sure.

Maret Reuther!

Hannah Skolarczik.

"Vague and brilliant" -

that's how I once described you

in one of my articles.

Don't you remember?

I heard you're in advertising now.

Hey!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Calm down.

My goodness...

Wait here.

The police will be here shortly

to take your details.

You've always wanted to do that,

haven't you?

It wasn't planned.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, give me your jacket.

Sit yourself down.

Sparkling or still?

Still.

Sparkling.

So what have you been up to

these past weeks?

Nothing special.

Gave something else a try.

Hm. Like always.

What was it?

- I went to an island.

- Hm.

And you?

Stockholm. Exhibition. With Signe.

Why did you come today?

To see you.

These things...

really are like a curse.

If it weren't for Signe,

I'd have...

thrown them all out long ago.

But...

I'd probably be a poor man.

Maret.

Here you are.

I'll go make supper then. OK?

Great.

Would you like to join us, Maret?

No.

Why? Don't you like it here anymore?

Yes, I do. But I'm leaving.

I'm going to freshen up.

What's going on?

Come here. Something

doesn't seem right with you.

- What?

- I don't know you.

- What?

- I don't know who you are.

I don't even know your name.

Are you OK?

Something--

Hey, hey, hey...

It won't go away.

It'll never go away.

He was your professor

at university 18 years ago.

Things took off between you two

right from the start.

I don't know how many times

you sat in my kitchen and cried.

Just like now.

The kitchens have changed.

You haven't.

Signe took you under her wing

as your gallerist then...

How long did it go on for,

the whole time?

Yes.

Over and over again.

Until you moved in with Thomas.

And why didn't you say anything?

Why did no one ever say anything?

Maret, you can't be told anything.

No one could ever tell you anything.

It was always about you

or nothing at all.

That thing with you two,

that was the...

most destructive thing

I've ever seen.

But the worst thing is

you wanted it that way.

You wanted it exactly that way.

So broken. So awful.

Was I awful to you too?

Of course, again and again.

I hoped that with this amnesia,

these traits of yours

might disappear too.

Just wiped away,

like with a sponge.

And now?

You left without saying goodbye.

You know, left to ourselves,

we're...

just too primitive to deal with the

modern society we've constructed.

Don't be afraid.

You're making the right decision.

Sleep well, Maret.

I'll pick you up tomorrow.