01x07 - Episode 7

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We're in Berlin, together,
looking for your first love.

The day you came to Berlin
to take me away from him.

Tomas and I had decided
to get married.

You went to East Berlin,
I was worried.

I loved Tomas.

The letter he sent from Berlin
after his horrible accident.

We thought you were dead.

You can't make her wait any longer.

"I'll wait at the airport
on the last day of every month.

"If you don't show up,
I'll understand."

Señor Ullmann.

I've always wondered if your alias...

It's very personal.

And what about that friend
who was always with the two of you?

- Yes, Knapp, his best friend.
- Let's pay him a visit.

- Julia!
- Knapp!

Tomas isn't a journalist any more.

And he left Germany a long time ago.

But Afghanistan broke him.

Did you manage to talk to Knapp?

Yes. Tomas is married.

And you were right,
he's no longer a journalist.

Come with me to Berlin.

DAY THREE

ALL THOSE THINGS WE NEVER SAID

"If my hunch turned out to be correct,

"I would never have forgiven myself
for not coming to get you...

"I confess that I'm delighted
I was wrong.

"Last night I had another hunch,

"and I think this one is correct.

"See you later.

"Your loving father."

What do you want to do tonight?

See your apartment.

You come to Berlin and all you want
is to see my apartment?

Yes.

That won't take long.

There's one room,
with a bed and a big table.

I love Berlin already.

A big table and a bed.

What more could I want?

Hello.

The airport, please.

Only two days left.

What?

No, nothing.

I saw him leave in a taxi
very early this morning.

That's all I can tell you.

And Mr Saurel

didn't inform me that you would
be checking out today, either.

Are you sure that's what he decided?

He didn't decide, I did!

I can try to get you seats
on another flight.

There's one for Paris
which leaves this afternoon.

If you could, yes, please.

He's impossible!

I would beg to differ,
mademoiselle.

Just a second.

It's your plane tickets I need,
mademoiselle.

He's taken them.

Maybe you were right, then.

Finally!

Where have you been?
I've been worried sick!

That's the first time you've worried
about me. What a wonderful day!

What worried me
is that we're going to miss our
flight.

What flight?

Last night we agreed
to go back to Paris today.

- Don't you remember?
- Yes, but that was last night!

Come on, we have to talk.

- What about?
- About me!

No, I'm joking.

In you go!

What about your luggage?
Who's going to take care of that?

Your head is in the clouds!
I wonder who you get that from.

Can you tell me
why this is so urgent?

No.

- Or at least where we're going?
- No.

What we're going to do there?

You'll see.

Once a lair, always a liar!

Was that aimed at me?

Not everything revolves around you.

No, I was alluding to Knapp.

What are you talking about?

What? Or rather whom?

Does the name Ullmann
ring any bells?

No.

Tomas Meyer hasn't given up
being a reporter.

He did however give up writing to
devote himself entirely to
photography.

He borrowed the name
of his best friend, who died.

I'm willing to bet he still works
for that swine Knapp.

He's been feeding us lies.

Speaking of feeding, are you hungry?

Not at all.

Well, I have to give
my batteries a rest.

I need to sit down.

So?

How did you find all this out
about Tomas?

A hunch.

I said it in the note.

- What kind of hunch?
- Yours.

Since Tomas would never have given up
his career,

there had to be a reason
why he didn't appear anywhere.

All these contradictions...

On the one hand, he erased his past
during the dictatorship.

On the other, he borrowed the name
of his best friend,

who belonged to that same past.

The infamous Ullmann.

But why?

Maybe to preserve his memory?

Contrary to what Knapp told us,

Ullmann was Tomas' real mentor.

Where did you find all of this out?

I was in the right place,
asking the right questions.

I was lucky too.

Walking past a shop
I saw some old cameras,

and it all became clear.

Now what do you plan to do
with that information?

Celebrate the fact that he achieved
what he wanted to in life.

His only...

his only wish
was to have a successful career?

Yes! All he ever wanted
was to be a reporter.

No, I don't really believe that.

Even if I don't think
he was a communist,

to be born in the GDR
and turning into a careerist

would be quite a turnaround.

No, that's hard to believe.

So I'll ask you again.

What do you plan to do?

Go home to Berlin would be wisest.

- What a lovely Freudian slip!
- What?

You said Berlin, but
you live in Paris.

Fine, I said Berlin, not a big deal.

Be careful, my girl.

Happiness needs a bit of certainty
and a lot of imagination.

And as Romain Gary once said:

"When two imaginations meet,
there's nothing more beautiful."

I didn't know you liked Romain Gary.

You don't know much about your father.

But what matters is that I know
enough about you to...

to impress you,

to surprise you.

Now you need to decide on your future.

I won't always be here
to make decisions for you.

That's what you want, right?

Stop saying things like that.

You're sitting there opposite me.

Not for much longer.

One last recommendation.

Beware of loneliness.

It's more dangerous than you think.

- Loneliness?
- Yes.

I got to know it well
after your mother passed away.

But all I had to do was think of you
to feel better.

I'm not complaining.
I've been granted this little
extension.

It's given me the opportunity to...

To?

I missed you.

I can't make up for
all those lost years.

I was working.

I thought that was my role.

I worked because...

I had to fill that void

that your mother's passing had left.

What a mistake!

The most beautiful thing
in my life was you.

Julia.

I won't come with you
to kick Knapp's a*s,

or to wriggle the truth out of him.

I have to manage my batteries.

And I promised you,
no more interfering.

It's up to you,

and you alone, to decide.

Think you'll have had enough one day?

Of what?

Of always being elsewhere.

What do you mean?

You're travelling 300
days of the year,

and you live in a room
with a bed and a table.

I don't need anything else.

Life is about other people,
so I go to meet them.

Do you at least know
why you do it?

What you're seeking so far away?

The truth.

To tell it the way I see it.

Aren't you doing the same
in your articles?

Do you want the truth?

It's yourself that you're looking for,

not other people.

Are you a shrink now?

I don't need to be a shrink.

You and I are very much alike.

What can I do for you, Julia?

You can start by telling me
why you lied to me.

What did you come to Berlin for?

For a journalist of your calibre
you're so unperceptive.

Tomas?

After all these years?

That's surprising.

And ridiculous

Where is he?

He's in Spain.

Right.

In his restaurant,
with his wife and kids serving.

Why don't you tell me
about Tomas Ullmann?

Okay, right.

You want us
to ask each other some real,

straightforward questions?

Have you asked yourself
if Tomas wants to see you again?

Or by what right
you'd show up in his life again?

There's no more Wall!

There's no more revolution,
no more wonder,

no more madness.

What's left is reason.

So get out of here, okay?

Leave Berlin.
You've done enough damage.

And you?

What right do you have
to lecture me?

What right do you have
to speak for him?

Because I'm the one

who was here for him
when he returned, broken, from Kabul.

I took him every day
to his physiotherapy sessions.

Where were you
when he was learning to walk again?

You weren't at the airport,

where he went at the
end of every month.

A whole year!

He kept going there
for an entire year,

waiting for you like a madman.

I helped him put himself back together

when the young woman
from a good family,

having now gotten over
her short rebellious period,

turned her back on him
and broke his heart.

Do you know how many nights I spent
listening to him talk about you?

So many women
who wanted to love him

couldn't get past the obstacle
of the torch he carried for you.

And when he finally
started turning back

into the friend I'd once known,

I was afraid he'd meet a woman
who reminded him of you

and would relapse.

Do the reasons for my lies
seem clearer now?

I never wanted to hurt him. Never.

Tomas wrote to you
when he came home from Kabul.

You had a choice.

And he respected your choice
without ever blaming you.

So keep to that choice you made,

and respect it yourself.

I never made that choice.

My father only gave me
Tomas' letter two days ago.

Now that you know this...

maybe you'll hate me a bit less.

Promise not to tell him I was here.

I think it's better that way.

Julia...

Tomas is on a plane right now.

It'll be landing
in three quarters of an hour.

From Madrid.

The airport,
as fast as you can, please.

Passengers sit in the back!

But the mirror is in the front.
Move, please.

- Pass them!
- I don't want to lose my licence.

If we get stopped,
I'll say I'm pregnant.

- No one will believe you.
- Oh, yeah?

That'll do!