Maret (2023) Movie Script
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 goddamn 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.
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 goddamn 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!
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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.