01x08 - Episode 8

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We came up
with a wonderful idea.

Giving people a few extra days
after they've died.

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.

The letter he sent from Berlin
after horrible accident.

We thought you were dead.

It's up to me to tell her I survived.

I hated your father
for what he did to us.

It was 20 years ago!

In 20 years you never found
a good moment to tell me?

My batteries are running down.

I need to slow down.

I think Adam is suspicious.

I'm losing the woman I love

but I'm finished yet.

Tomas isn't a journalist any more.

He and his wife have a restaurant.

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

Tomas Meyer hasn't given up
being a reporter.

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

You had a choice.

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

Tomas is on a plane right now.

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

I can't take any more!

I'm stocktaking.

Yes, I'm taking stock too.

What do you mean?

I'm leaving Julia!

FIFTH DAY

I'm guessing it didn't go well?

Let's just say it didn't go at all.

Knapp wasn't lying about everything.

- Did you see Tomas?
- Yes, at the airport.

Arriving from Madrid, with his wife.

Did you talk to him?

He didn't see me.

- Do you want a drink?
- No, thanks.

Were they wearing wedding rings?

Her arm was around his waist. I didn't
ask to see their wedding certificate.

Not too long ago,
someone had their arm around your
waist,

yet you're here.

I didn't see it with my own eyes
as it was at my funeral,

but I was still sort of there.

You're not funny.

This is the end if the trip,
and that's for the best.

Knapp was right,
I have no right to reappear in his
life.

Maybe you have the right
to a second chance.

For both of us
this was a selfish undertaking.

If you say so.

What do you want to do?

Pack my bag, sleep,
go home tomorrow.

When we get back, I mean.

Try to pick up the pieces,

forget all of this,

and get on with my life.
I don't really have any other choice.

Allow me to say that you're wrong.

The damage has already been done.

You can decide to find out for sure.

You can do what you like with Adam.

I'm sure that if you do it right,
he'll forgive you.

But leaving it like this

doesn't help anyone in this situation.

The love of your life is here,

not in Paris.

So now you're...

lecturing me about love?

Really?

Do you remember what you used to do
in secret every night,

when you were little?

Yes.

I'd read under the sheets,
with a torch. Why?

And of course it was a magic torch.

No.

It was a perfectly normal torch.

Did you ever wonder

why that torch never went out
during all those years of reading?

Yet, you never changed the batteries.
And you were reading secretly.

So?

My Julia,

what do you know about love?

You've only ever loved men
who have fallen into your arms.

And all it took was a drawing
on a portrait stand

for your heart to soar.

Yet only recently you were hugging
your fiancé, and if I hadn't died...

No, stop this.

Sorry I have to say this again,
but you would have married him.

Look me in the eye
and swear on my grave

that, if it hadn't been
for this unexpected trip,

nothing could have shaken
your love for charming Adam.

- Nothing.
- Why are you being so insistent?

To prove that you're right again?
Hasn't enough harm been done?

What harm?
No harm has been done.

You can always come to terms
with remorse, but regret...

weighs on your conscience
until your dying days.

I should know.

What exactly are you getting at?

I'm wondering

why you claim to know
everything about Tomas' life,

when you have no idea
in which direction yours is heading.

And all because he had his arm
around some other woman's waist?

They say love lasts for seven years.

Let's round it down to five.

Could you, for five years,

love him unconditionally
while expecting nothing in return?

Of course!

While knowing that the person
you love most in the world

will have no memory
of the life you shared?

With that in mind,
could you get up every night

to bring them a glass of water
or because they had a nightmare?

Could you make them breakfast
every morning,

entertain them when they get bored,

give them your coat
when they want to get some fresh air

even though it's freezing?

Could you talk to them

about a future
that you won't be a part of?

You're talking about Mom.

No.

I'm talking about you.

About you.

The love I've just described
is that of a father or mother

for their child.

All those days and nights
I spent teaching you,

wiping away your tears...

making you laugh...

So many parks in the winter
and beaches in the summer.

When do your first memories begin?

I know you blame me
for not always being there,

but when you left,
did you wonder for a second

about the hole
you were leaving behind?

About how long it took me
to learn to live alone again,

to no longer listen for your footsteps
when you came home late at night,

so that I could finally go to sleep,

to learn to stop worrying
because you weren't around?

- Dad, I...
- I know, I know.

You'll never forgive me
for separating you from Tomas.

But it's good to feel something
for your parents.

In the end,

this trip will have served a purpose.

This invention too.

Because...

I can finally ask you to forgive me
for not giving you that letter.

Please forgive me.

Please forgive me.

Please forgive me,
please forgive me...

Dad.

Dad.

Where am I?

In the hotel bar.

- What am I doing here?
- You're in Berlin.

In Berlin,
on a trip with your daughter.

I remember everything, you know?

You need some rest,
then everything will be fine.

And tonight,
when you've got your strength back,

we'll go for a walk.

Just the two of us.

And you can tell me
those old stories again.

The one about the pilot
who ran out of fuel

and had to land on the banks
of the Amazon river,

and the otter who led him out.

The otter was blue.

A blue that you alone could describe.

As if your words were
coloured pencils.

Come on, Dad.

- Yes, come in.
- Hello.

Tomas!

Mariana!

Mariana.

Why did you agree to that?

Take my keys, I'll see you
at my place after this press
conference.

I'll cook, you can write your article.

One night more, one less,
what difference does it make?

You're going to Somalia,

I'm going to the Spanish embassy.

Don't make that face!

Knapp will pay
for a nice hotel room for me,

with a bed, a table...

and a mini-bar!

I'll empty it drinking to you!

Call me from Mogadishu.

No, when you get back.

If you come back.

Was that just to piss me off
or has your promotion gone to your
head?

Tomas, sit down.

Sit your a*s down,
I have to talk to you!

Right.

How can I tell you?

Julia is in town.

What?

In Berlin?

The Julia, yes.

You have to rest.

Nothing ever goes as planned.

But time certainly goes by quickly.

Twenty years ago
I came and dragged you from this city.

And, like it or not,
I've now brought you back.

You and Tomas
are in the same city tonight.

You're breathing the same air.

Do you realize?

What are you doing
in this hotel room?

Go on.

Give yourself one last chance!

You're completely mad!

You're only realising that now?

Don't forget, tomorrow at 8 a.m.
in the hotel lobby.

You have to get me back to Paris.

If I could see your mother again,
if only for a moment...

I'd know where to find her.

Do you think love ever stops hurting?

If you're lucky...

It never does.

Off you go now.

Tomas?

You haven't changed.

Yes, I have.

So have you.

- Tomas, your letter...
- I know.

Knapp told me.

Where are you at in your life?

I'm with you, in Berlin,

feeling as flustered
as I did twenty years ago.

Are you married?
Do you have children?

Not yet.

Not yet married
or not yet had children?

Both.

- Knapp told me...
- What did he tell you?

That you ran a restaurant in Madrid,
with your wife.

What an idiot!

Why did he come up
with such a stupid story?

Most likely because of the hurt
I caused you.

You did nothing wrong.

You thought I was dead.

It's pretty pretentious of me
to say that, right?

Do you have anyone in your life?

And Madrid?

No restaurant.

Just journalism, with a friend.

A female friend?

And you?

Is someone waiting for you?

Not tonight.

And tomorrow?

Yes, in Paris.

We were supposed to get married.

Supposed to?

Yes, it was cancelled.

My dad...

Did he try to punch
your husband-to-be?

No.

He died, two days before the wedding.

I'm sorry.

That was...

Are you happy in Paris?

Take me home with you.

Still a coffee person?

Yes.

Thanks.

When do you leave?

Tonight, for Somalia.

Do you think
we'd still be together?

That's a stupid question,

but I don't know
how to say goodbye.

You didn't answer me yesterday.

Are you happy in Paris?

Not anymore.

And I'm in Berlin.

Why did you come back?

Because I finally read your letter.

And because I found out
that you were still alive.

And because I couldn't
not see you again.

And you...

Do you think
it would have worked between us?

Yes.

No.

In any case, you're leaving
for the other side of the world.

Were you planning
to stay in Berlin a long time?

sh*t!

I have to get back to the hotel.

I can't miss that flight.

- Take a later one.
- No, that's impossible.

- Why?
- Please, Tomas, help me!

Wait.

Write to me.

Promise me you'll write.
E-mails don't get lost.

And I'll answer.

Will you tell me if you get married?

It was a pleasure to have you back
in our establishment.

I hope you had an enjoyable stay?

Wonderful!

I hope my daughter
doesn't make us miss the flight.

She won't be long.

You have time.
There'll be no traffic at this hour.

I wish you a pleasant journey,
Mr Saurel.

Come and see us again.

What the hell is she doing?

Wait, no!

I think
I've missed things up again!