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- Hey. Finally.

Been trying to get ahold of you.

What happened?

He hit you?

I'll be right over.

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah?

Sarah.

Baby. What did he do to you?

- When I got home today,

he immediately tried to have sex with me.

You could tell he's been thinking about it all day.

I told him I'm not in the mood. He left me alone.

I thought he was gonna get over it,

but something was wrong tonight.

I was making dinner.

Accidentally, I dropped the jar on the floor.

So I started cleaning it up

and asked him if he could give me a hand.

But then he just started insulting me.

Can you give me a hand?

- Anything else?

- What?

- You're not even worth shit as a wife.

We don't fuck anymore.

But at least we used to eat.

- What are you talking about?

- I was thinking, I got you away from your psychotic father.

I gave you a life you would never have had,

a good home, a career,

but what's in it for me?

Clean up.

- Don't you talk to me like that.

- What a strong woman.

Did you ever think about that?

What life you would have had without me?

- You're drunk.

And it's not wise for a doctor

to go on a night shift like this.

So I'll make you coffee and I'll clean it up myself.

- It's none of your fucking business!

Answer the question!

What life would you have had

without me? - I don't know!

But I would have found a way!

And when it comes to payments for the house and everything,

we split it, don't we?

- So now I'm useless?

- I didn't say that!

- I told you to clean up the floor,

you ungrateful bitch!

- I thought he was gonna kill me.

I was so scared.

- I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- Make love to me.

- Come away with me.

Please.

- Max, we talked about this. I just can't leave him again.

- What if he hits you again?

- He slapped me a few times in the past,

but he's never gone this far.

- Jeez, man.

I'm so sorry.

Why didn't you tell me?

This is the exact reason why you have to leave with me.

Yeah?

- Mm.

- What happens next time

if he doesn't stop and he goes all the way?

I just got you in life. I ain't gonna lose you.

- You won't.

Tomorrow, when he comes back from the hospital,

I'll talk to him.

- Why won't you report him to the police?

- Sometimes, those things happen in families.

- They don't happen to mine.

- You're a lucky man.

- Can I help you, sir?

- What happened?

- Somebody died.

- Max.

How did you know?

- I didn't know anything. You never answered my text.

- It's horrible.

It's horrible. It's horrible.

- What happened?

- I spilled some oil and I didn't clean it up.

Really, he must have just slipped

and hit his head on the radiator.

I was asleep and then he...

Just the thud woke me up. It's my fault, Max.

It's my fault. It's my fault. - Shh, shh.

Shh, shh. It's not your fault.

It's nobody's fault. It's an accident.

Okay? It's an accident.

- We will let you know as soon as possible.

Sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

- I wanted to leave him, but not like this.

- I know.

- Now, for a few days,

we won't be able to see or hear each other.

- I want to be near you. - Yes, I know.

I know, but it's too complicated.

If my mother saw us, she would know everything.

- I get it.

- From now on,

it's just you, as it should have been.

- Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.

Albert was such a good man.

- Hi, Mom .

- What happened?

- Seems that he slipped on some oil,

fell backwards, hit his head.

- Seems? You're not sure?

- I was asleep, but that woke me up.

The police reconstructed the scene.

- What a tragedy.

- Yeah.

I'm sure that Daddy's happy about the news?

- What you talking about? Father absolutely loves you.

- Oh, sure he does.

That's why he hasn't spoken to me in years.

But then again, I left with someone that he didn't approve,

so, of course, it's my fault.

- Why do you want to talk about this now?

Your father, he's a difficult man, we all know that,

but he loves you and he just has his own way.

- Mom, I still have the marks of his love on my back.

The truth is, to him, I was just a slave.

I was something that he owned. That's it.

- I'm not here to talk about him.

I'll make us some tea.

- It's beautiful.

- It is.

Actually, I want to take a picture of you.

- Me? - Yes, I'd like

to take a picture.

Come on. Just go there.

- All right. All right.

- Stay still. - Okay.

All right.

- Done.

- You got that? - Yeah.

- Let me see it. - It's a film camera.

You'll see it when it's developed.

- Hasn't anyone ever told you that technology has progressed

and people are using digital?

- I shoot digital too, you know?

But it's not my favorite.

I look for matter in my images,

and film camera can give it to me better than digital.

- You know, you know, the fact

that we don't have to hide anymore,

it's the way it should have been.

- It's true.

- I, uh,

I love you.

- I love you too.

- You are so beautiful.

- So are you.

- Oh, stop it.

- You sure you don't want to come?

- Shopping? Nah, no thank you.

- What if I let you reach into my dressing room?

- What if I reach right now?

- It's the dressing room or nothing.

- Aww, man, I know this trick.

You see, if I say no, then you'll say,

"Oh, baby, you don't love me?"

And if I say yes, then I have to suffer three hours

of purgatory for five minutes of blissful fun.

I'm old enough to know your games.

- Still, it would be worth it.

All right, have a good day. I have company, anyway.

- You going with Lucy?

- Who knows?

Oh, by the way, when I come back,

you help me work on the project.

- Okay. - It's important for me.

- All right.

- All right.

Love you. - Have fun.

Ah.

Hello.

- You are the worst of the worst.

- Are you in town?

- So you're tell me you know nothing

about what I spoke to you about?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- So I've just been talking to some random stranger

about visiting Mom and Dad

today for lunch? - Oh, shit!

I totally forgot!

Why didn't you remind me?

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

It's all my fault. It's all my fault.

- Max, Max, Max, we know you're a dumb ass,

but we love you anyway.

Can you meet us?

- I can't. I'm so sorry, I have to work late tonight.

John, John. How long you in town for?

- Oh, just a fly-in visit, little man. Fly-in visit.

Some of us have work to do.

- All right.

- Max, Max.

Please, you're driving us all crazy with the tapping! Stop!

- Okay, okay. Look, putting the bottle down.

No more tapping, I promise.

- We were all hoping to meet the famous Sarah.

- Max, you're a disgrace to this family.

I'm cutting you out of the will.

- Oh, don't.

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

Next time, let's not count on

this brilliant memory of mine, all right?

And, Mum, I promise, I'll arrange it with her.

I won't let you down.

- Oh, we're looking forward to that.

- Goodbye, everyone.

Have fun without me. - Bye.

- Bye. - Bye-bye.

- Bye.

Man, I am such

a dumb ass sometimes.

There!

- Max?

Honey.

- Hey. So, uh, how was shopping?

- There you are. I had so much fun.

I mean, I got so many things, way too many things,

but I'm sure you're gonna like some of them.

What's going on?

- Nothing. I fell asleep on the couch and just woke up.

Still a bit out of it.

- Oh, okay.

Well, I hope you like the hat

because I did buy it and I got this great skirt.

I wasn't sure about it, but then Lucy said

I looked great in it and it was on sale.

It was 50% off. Can you believe it?

- Come on now, Dad. Who you trying to kid?

We know you can't read.

- Don't disrespect your father.

Besides, there are a lot of nice pictures here.

- Ah, see? It's the pictures.

- Yes, of course.

- How are you, Dad?

- Very good. Very good.

- And how's Mom?

- She would be better if you came to lunch on Sunday.

- Okay, okay. I promise, I'll come.

- Do you need me to text you to remind you?

- Thank you. That would be so helpful.

- You know what? You look better than last time.

This girl is good for you.

- Ah, yeah, well-

- Or maybe not?

Come on, tell me.

- You remember I told you Sarah was this

really great, talented photographer?

- Of course I remember.

You also showed me some pictures on the internet.

- It's just...

- What?

- It's nothing.

It's just, sometimes, I think she's weird.

And it's starting to worry me a little bit now.

- She worries you?

- It's not how you think, though.

It's- - I'm not thinking anything.

You see, artists are sometimes strange.

They live in a world of their own.

They have a distorted imagination, different points of view.

Art is often a way to exorcize the dark side.

- You think she has a dark side too?

- Max, we all have a dark side.

You should be thankful that your girlfriend

only gets off from photographs.

- Okay, how did you know I was talking

about her photographs?

- You started the conversation telling me

she was an amazing photographer.

How else could it be?

- Yup.

I suppose.

- Hi, baby.

- Whoa. Do you have any ill intentions?

I mean, should I be worried?

- You should.

Come in.

I was just making dinner for us.

- Great 'cause I am absolutely starving.

- Good.

- Very good.

You're good with a knife.

- Yeah. I had a lot of practice.

- Really? - Really.

Ever since I was a kid and lived in Colorado.

I'm so experienced, my mother says I could be a butcher.

- You ever killed any animals?

- We lived in the country and we had some chickens,

so I guess it happened.

Honey.

- Yeah? - What's going on?

- Oh, you know, I just got...

My mind is taken up with work.

- Can you set the table?

- I will.

Wow, what a romantic atmosphere.

Are we celebrating anything special?

- Just the fact that I love you.

Don't you like mice?

I love them, especially when they squeak

when you cut their bellies!

- Sarah!

Sarah?

- Honey, I'm home.

Hey, where are you?

- I'm in here! I'll be out in a minute!

Hey. - Hi.

Mm.

Are you okay?

- Yeah, of course.

- What were you doing?

- I was just looking around.

I think that room's so fascinating.

- Yeah, it's a great room.

- Yeah. Hey, why don't we go out for dinner?

You and me, bottle of wine, bit of romance.

I just want to get outta here.

- Sounds good.

Let me just get a shower, get dressed.

All right? - Sure.

Take your time.

Sarah?

- I promised you.

Good morning, my love.

- Good morning.

- It already feels so normal to have breakfast together.

For almost a year, we couldn't have.

- I don't know how we managed.

- Necessity.

- Yeah, yeah.

I hope you don't mind me

asking you a question. - Mm-hmm?

- Did you ever have that talk with Albert?

- Talk about what?

- About the night he hit you.

- Oh. Yes.

He, uh, he apologized.

Why are you asking me this?

- Mm.

I've just been thinking about it a lot recently,

about the night he hit you and, you know,

just how well you've coped with Albert's death.

- What do you mean?

- Well, most people would have crumbled

or fallen apart, but you-

- Can you pass me the bread?

- Sure.

But you, you've moved on so strongly and so quickly.

Just-

- I grieve Albert's death and part of me died with him.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

- No. I know that.

Look, I'm not trying to accuse you of anything.

I am merely giving you a compliment.

- Can we change the subject? Please.

- Okay. Okay.

But just know, if you ever want to talk to someone,

whatever that is, I'm here for you.

- And that's why I love you.

Bon appetit.

Hey, Nicko. You have two minutes?

- Nicko?

- Nicko McBrain, the drummer of Iron Maiden?

- Of course you can have two minutes.

- I would like your opinion on something.

I called it "Death Surrounding Us."

- When did you do this?

- In my spare time over the last few years.

- So that's it.

- You don't like it?

- No, no, I like it.

Like, it's a little bit morbid, but it's very interesting.

- So what did you mean by, "That's it"?

- Okay, I've seen these pictures before

and I thought there was some hidden story

you wanted to tell me about them.

- Okay.

- I mean, this is great.

Look at it. What are you gonna do with all this?

- I wanted to have an exhibition,

but I think Polaroids are just not enough.

- Why don't we digitalize it?

And we can project them and scatter them around the room.

- Yes, and we could play some music that set...

- Mm.

I've got some amazing gossip for you.

- Tell me. - You remember Abby?

- Of course. Who can forget Abby.

- She just got married.

- That's great.

I'm happy for her.

I'm sure she got herself a good man.

Talking about women, is everything okay with Sarah?

- Oh my god, it's great.

It's better than, okay.

I've just learned that she has

a very particular personality.

- Mm-hmm. - Dad, honestly,

you're gonna love her.

- So when do we get to meet her?

- I'll make a deal with you.

I'll talk to her about this Sunday

if you have an extra space.

- Done.

- Done.

Uh-oh.

This is not sucking anymore.

- It must have filled up.

- Man, I hate doing this.

You know what? I already do my house.

Why am I doing yours?

Seriously? I'm cleaning two homes.

Wouldn't it be a lot easier and maybe less tiring

if we only had to clean one?

Hmm?

- Not now.

I just...

It's just the first real moment of freedom since I was born.

- What do you mean by that?

- Well, you know, I used to be my father's slave,

and it's not just an expression,

and then Albert took me away

and I became, more or less, another man's slave.

And he became more and more like my father.

I know you're different, you are different,

but I just want to enjoy the time

of not being anybody's slave,

just to have a chance to say,

"My love, I feel like being alone tonight.

I'll see you tomorrow."

I don't want it to last forever, but just a little longer.

Okay.

I get it.

I mean, I'll just have to clean two houses, for now.

I don't love that.

What is it with this picture?

Seriously, it's like, it's always kinda crooked.

You hiding a safe?

I mean, do we have...

Are we rich? Please tell me that.

Sarah?

What...

- I know you won't understand.

I really didn't want it to end like this.

I wanted to be with you all my life.

I really did.

- Why?

Why did you do this?

- You wouldn't shut up.

You'd go to the police and they would arrest me.

And freedom, freedom is the most important thing I have.

I've won it.

- Please.

Please help.

Help me, please.

- It won't take long.

- It's not over.

It's not over.

- Yes? - We are Max's parents.

Sorry to bother you, but is he here?

- No, Max is not here.

I haven't seen him for a few days.

- Do you have any idea where he might be?

- Mm.

- We' re very concerned.

- Come in.

- We haven't heard from him in days.

He was supposed to come to Sunday lunch,

but he didn't show up and he didn't call us.

- Mm. - His phone's always off.

His office says he's sick, but he's not at home.

- Max and I got into a fight a few days ago

and then he just left.

He texted me that he needed some space.

- I know it's none of my business,

but what was the fight about?

- Well, he wanted us to move in together,

and, um, I was just not ready.

He was disappointed in that.

- I see.

- And you really have no idea where he might be?

Please, help me.

It's just not like Max to behave like this.

Something's happened to him, I know it. I can feel it.

And I think I'm going crazy here.

- I'm sure everything's fine.

I mean, he was very angry when he left.

Maybe he did something stupid.

Maybe he left without telling anyone.

Maybe he wants to be alone.

Max is a loner. He loves his loneliness.

- That's true.

- Mm.

- Don't worry, we'll look for him together,

and when we find him, we'll give him hell.

- Thank you.

You're a good girl.

- Let's go.

- Mm.

- Thanks. - Mm.

- If I don't hear from him by tomorrow,

I'm gonna file a missing persons report.

My son would never behave like this.

- Now, I understand what you're saying Mr. Devenish,

but do you know how many people walk away from home,

disappear from everything, never want to be found?

- No. I don't know and I don't really care.

That's not the case with my son.

Max is a well-balanced man.

He's got a good job, a girlfriend.

He's not the type of guy who just wakes up one morning

and decides to disappear without a trace.

- Let me tell you a story.

Four years ago,

a woman came in here to report her husband missing.

A bank employee, exemplary record,

married for eight years to the woman he met at college.

Nice house.

Sports car.

So we set to work,

convinced that something had actually happened

to a man who had it all.

So we checked his expenses, his bank records,

his phone records, everything.

And do you know what really happened in the end?

We tracked him down in Cuba.

His wife had left him when she found him in a club

with a stripper kissing him on the neck

and another one kissing him, well, I won't tell you where.

He said he was taking a vacation from life,

but he was gonna be the man he always was.

Boom, and that's when it hit me.

Do you know why?

- No. But I'm sure you're about to enlighten me.

- Because I realized that anyone can want a break,

even a person who has everything.

- Maybe, but definitely not my son.

- How did it go? What did they tell you?

- That he's a grown man,

so it's easier to think about voluntary departure.

- Why would he do that?

- I asked the same question.

They said people do strange things.

- Are they going to do anything?

- Need to get authorization from the commander

to even start a missing person investigation.

If the commander deems it appropriate to do so,

they will check his credit cards,

bank account, and try to track him down.

They can also check whether his phone is connected

to any cell towers.

- And what if the commander doesn't authorize it?

- I don't know.

- I can't believe this is happening.

- Hello?

- It's Frank.

- Well, hi. Do you have any news about Max?

- No, but I've just been told

they're gonna open the investigation.

- Thank goodness.

- I left your number with them,

so they might contact you.

- Oh, of course.

If I can be any help, then it's gonna help me.

I just can't seem to get off the couch these days.

- Unfortunately, there's nothing else we can do.

Just have to be patient and have faith in the police.

- Right. - Let's keep in touch.

- Bye.

- How's she holding up?

- She's strong.

Very strong.

They found Max's car.

- Any sign of Max?

- No.

- There's no news at all.

The hotel manager has complained

about his car being sitting here for two weeks.

- Why would this car be here

for two weeks in a hotel parking?

- I don't know. Maybe he didn't want to pay the money.

- He's got money. That's bullshit.

- Do you have CCTV cameras?

- No.

- Yeah, we found his car at the train station.

He used his credit card to buy a train ticket to Marseille,

several ATM withdrawals, which almost cleared his account.

Do you know what that means?

It means exactly what I told you last time.

Your son left voluntarily.

- Do we have proof that he actually used it

to get to Marseille?

- Well, there's no way we can verify that.

Sadly, he didn't take the high speed line

where the seats are checked.

- Excuse me, what exactly is your point?

Do you think it's normal for someone

who wants to go to Marseille to get on a regional train

that takes 20 hours to get there

instead of taking a faster train

that will take him there in five or six hours?

- Yeah, well, actually, that is weird.

But what did I tell you last time?

People do strange things.

- You know what's strange?

It's that he leaves his backpack

and his computer in his car.

That's strange.

- Well, maybe he forgot it.

- The computer?

- Oh, people forget the kids. It happens.

- Wow.

What about the phone?

- Well, the phone isn't connected to a cell at the moment.

The last connection was at the train station

a few weeks ago, near where he parked his car.

He probably turned it off and got on the train.

- So that's it?

You're done?

You're not gonna look for him anymore?

- Well, I'm very sorry, Mr. Devenish, but there's no reason

for me to continue spending public money

on this investigation.

Your son's a grown man. He took his money and he went.

There's no evidence of any criminal activity.

It's all very linear.

But you know something?

- What?

- There's a reason he took a break.

Well, I'm sure he'll turn up sooner or later.

- But we don't think we can do anything.

If you have any ideas, let us know.

Okay.

Bye.

- Was that Sarah?

- Yeah.

I forgot to call her.

She wanted an update.

I like that girl.

- I don't.

- Why?

- I honestly couldn't tell you.

Just a feeling.

- Mm.

Well, think what you like.

I would have liked to have her as a daughter-in-Law.

Why did he do it?

- I don't know.

- I'm his mother.

I would never have imagined he would leave like this,

leaving everything behind.

- I wouldn't have guessed that either.

Come on. Come on.

- Did you get in?

- No.

- Did you try my birthday?

Max once told me he used my birthday

for some of his passwords.

Any luck?

- I found the research he did

to buy the ticket to Marseille.

He also searched Paris and Lyon first.

- How do you find these things?

- From his internet history.

- Mm. Mm.

- Listen, I was thinking about

what you were saying about Max earlier.

- What?

- That you're his mother and you'd never imagine

he'd leave like this.

- Yes. So what?

- Well, I feel the same way,

and yet when we first met Sarah,

she told us that maybe Max had done something stupid,

like leave without telling anyone.

- So what are you getting at?

- How did she know that?

- Well, she didn't know.

She was just suggesting something.

- Oh, come on, that's too easy.

Too much of a coincidence.

- You think so? Really?

- Well, we're Max's parents.

We know him better than anyone.

- Frank, if you think you know your sons

better than their own women do,

you're still a very naive man.

- Thank you.

- Anyway, it was a great shoot,

and Rick was the best part of the day.

No, I'm gonna wait and see if he calls me first.

Okay. Okay, I really gotta go.

I gotta take a shower. I'm so tired.

See you tomorrow, okay?

Don't worry. Bye.

Who is it?

- Frank.

- Mr. Devenish. Did something happen?

- No, no.

I'm sorry, I can come back later.

- Oh, it's not a problem for me,

if you don't mind seeing me in a bathrobe.

Come in.

- Thank you.

- So what's going on?

- Nothing. Just wanted to share a thought with you.

- Tell me.

- You know, at one point, Max was afraid of you.

- Afraid of me?

- Yeah.

Something about your work upset him.

Is it possible that you photographed dead animals?

- Oh. Yes, yes, that's right.

I was making an art project

and we wanted to make an exhibition.

Max was helping me out.

But, no, no, he never said anything like that to me.

- May I ask why you took pictures of dead animals?

- Just came to me, that's all.

- Have you been working on this for a long time?

- Yeah, for a while.

Why?

- Well, it's strange, odd.

- What?

- That you're a young woman with a morbid taste for death

whose husband dies in a tragic accident

and her next boyfriend disappears shortly after.

- What does that mean?

- Don't you see a connection?

- No.

How does an art project tie in with my husband's death?

And as for Max, it looks like he decided to leave.

- Yeah. Yeah.

How did you know that?

- What are you talking about? I didn't know anything.

- The first time I came here,

you told me that maybe Max had done something stupid,

like leave without telling anyone.

It would have never occurred to me,

and yet that's exactly what it seems to have happened.

How did you know?

- I didn't know. I just said something random.

- You know something.

- What exactly are you accusing me of?

- Two out of two is a bit much, don't you think?

One dies and the other one disappears.

What did you do?

- How dare you!

Yes, I've been unlucky, as most of my life,

but that doesn't make me a criminal.

- You're lying!

- I think you should leave now.

- What have you done to my son?

- Get out of my house! Get out of my house!

You need to leave now!

Go.

Impossible.

- Can I come in?

- Sure.

Have a seat.

- No thanks.

- Any news on Max?

- No, that's not why I'm here.

- Oh.

- Mr. Devenish, what are you doing?

- What do you mean?

What's happened?

- You don't know anything?

- Last night, your husband went to threaten

your son's girlfriend Sarah.

- What? What are you doing?

- I didn't threaten her.

- Well, she showed up this morning and said you scared her.

She doesn't want to press charges,

but asked me to come and talk to you.

- Frank.

Are you crazy?

- Mara, that girl knows something.

She did something.

- And do you have evidence to support this claim?

Look, I know you're upset,

but you can't go around threatening people.

Do you understand?

- I didn't threaten her.

I asked her if she did anything, that's all.

- Well, she told me that you grabbed

her shoulders aggressively.

Did you?

- What did she do?

- Her husband dies in an accident

and her new boyfriend disappears shortly after.

Doesn't that sound strange to you?

- Well, all life is strange.

Strange things happen, but it doesn't mean anything.

- Do the police not teach you that coincidences don't exist?

- They teach that to movie cops.

- What happens now?

- Well, if your husband behaves himself,

then this ends here.

- Okay.

- Fine. I'm going.

Don't make me come back.

But you know something?

That Sarah's a good girl.

- What were you thinking?

- Hi. - Always keep me waiting.

- Sorry.

So what did the customer say about my pictures?

- Well, she says she's not happy-

- Oh. - And she wasted

a lot of money. - Hmm, very cute.

- Yeah, a real madam.

Seriously, she was very happy

and she says you're a very talented photographer.

- What did you say?

- I told her I already know that.

- Thank you.

- It's the truth.

- I want to take a picture. Rick's first compliment.

- You're right, it has to be immortalized.

- Mm-hmm.

You shouldn't do that.

- I apologize.

- You don't look very sorry.

- Not even a little bit.

What happened?

Okay?

You look like you saw a ghost.

- I told Rick yesterday

that you're very talented.

- Thank you, but with your products,

it's really easy to bring out beautiful images.

- Maybe, meanwhile, this is the first time

I've really been satisfied with a shoot, so thank you.

- Thank you.

- I'll wait for the layouts tomorrow, then?

- Great. - Mm-hmm.

- See you tomorrow. - See you tomorrow.

- Goodbye.

Well, that went well.

- More than well. You were great.

You look a wreck.

What's going on?

- I didn't sleep a wink last night.

- Oh, yeah? Anyone good-looking?

- No, not at all.

I just don't feel well in the house anymore.

- Because of what happened to your husband?

- When I get home, I just get kinda scared.

I wish I just didn't have to go back there.

- Do you have the chance to take some time off?

Maybe get away for a little bit?

- I'm too busy. There's so much going on.

- Everyone's finding out how good you are.

- Yeah.

Okay, I gotta go.

Let's talk about the next customer next week. Okay?

- Great. Take care of yourself.

- Yeah, yeah. - I'm worried about you.

- Don't be. Bye.

- Bye.

- Sarah. How are you?

- Hi, Mom.

I'm okay.

- Are you sure?

- Yeah, not really.

I've been having a little trouble staying home these nights

and I just feel really uncomfortable.

Do you think I could come over for a couple days?

- Come here?

- Yeah.

- Sarah.

- Dad.

- You never set foot in here again.

Understand?

- Yeah.

Thank you. - You're full of surprises.

- You weren't expecting my call?

- Absolutely not.

- Hmm. - I was waiting for

the famous three days before I called you back.

You know how it is. I'm a guy who likes formalities.

- Yeah, but who invented those formalities?

- Probably some arsehole.

- That's what I suspected.

- You look tired.

- Yeah.

- Too much work or too many lovers?

- Unfortunately, neither.

- A talented photographer like you

should be working hard these days.

- Yeah, I work hard all the time, but it's never enough.

- Don't tell me you have no lovers. I don't believe it.

- Well, you should.

- What a waste. Why is that?

- Maybe I got difficult taste.

- Probably, in fact. Talented people usually have.

So tell me, what's your taste?

Do you want a drink?

- Uh, no. Thank you, I'm fine.

- Besides, I did all the hard work myself. I need some food.

- Yeah, I saw the sacrifice you made.

That was something. You're a real hero.

- This morning, I never imagined

this day could go like this.

- I suppose that days are full of surprises.

- That's true.

- Why do you still stay in a hotel?

- I'm not still in a hotel.

I just booked this for us today.

- Why? I'd like to see your apartment.

- Now that would have been embarrassing.

My partner's in the apartment.

- You have a partner?

- Yeah. Come on, everyone knows.

- What do you mean everybody knows? I didn't know.

- It's not a problem for me anyway.

- Maybe not a problem for you.

- It's not a problem for her either.

She's always on the road. She's not a jealous woman.

- So why didn't we go to your apartment

and fuck in front of her while she was making dinner?

- Come on. Don't be like that.

We've got something good going on here.

I understand it's a bit of a shock,

but I'm sorry, I thought you knew.

- You know what?

Don't worry about it.

- Do you want me to call you a cab?

- I'll do it myself.

- I'll call you tomorrow. We can talk about it, okay?

- If you call me tomorrow, I swear to you,

I'm gonna take a knife and shove it down your throat.

Is that clear?

- Never make threats you can't keep.

You'll lose credibility.

- The central area of the city

has been embellished by impressive institutional buildings.

Stunning mansions owned by nobleman of the time,

all revolving around the Castel Nuovo,

what is now known as Maschio Angioino.

The reason behind the building of the castle, however,

was not merely dictated by a sense of aesthetics

but was rather a strong and specific message

that the city of Naples was giving

to the other European monarchies, the area of the...

Sarah.

So this is where you buried him.

- Who are you?

- I'm John.

I'm Max's twin brother.

- So it was you.

- Always me.

- I always knew it was you.

If you were innocent, you'd have told someone

about the postcard or tried to stop John on the street.

- What about the necklace?

- We bought one each, together.

We always wear it.

The one you found tonight, on your table, was mine.

You confused?

Anything else you want to know?

The tapping of the ring?

Did that drive you crazy? Because it drove me fucking crazy!

- What about the message in the mirror in the bathroom?

How's that even possible?

- What are you talking about?

- How did you do that?

- Come on, let's go.

- Go where? - The police station.

We have everything we need

and we can't wait to see you locked up.

- No!

- No!

- It's so sad.

I was devastated when I thought he'd ran away somewhere.

But at least I thought he was okay and having a life.

- We always knew something had happened to him.

At least now we for grave to come to.

- More importantly, he can rest in peace.

You know, even with everything that happened,

something just doesn't sit right with me.

Sarah, she mentioned she saw writing or a message

in the mirror or a picture?

I don't know.

I mean, I know what we did,

but what do you think it could be?

- Come on, John. That girl was crazy.

Maybe she was hallucinating.

- Maybe.

- Inspector, I found these.

The girl was taking antipsychotics.

- Okay. Are we done yet?

- Practically finished, sir.

- Good. Let's go back to the station.

- All right.

- Are you finished?

- Yes, ma'am.