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Good, that's enough.

Good, Mr. Noureddine. One more time, alright?

Put the nose clip back on, please.

Here are the other test results.

Thank you.

Mr. Noureddine, the results indicate that your lungs are perfectly fine.

I don't see anything unusual.

There's nothing to worry about.

I'll confirm that once we get your blood test back tomorrow.

What could it be then?

Have you ever been diagnosed with a mental health condition?

No.

Are you perhaps dealing with stress?

Maybe you could take some days off.

Go for some walks.

That'll take your mind off things.

It could help, in your situation.

Just take some time off, okay?

Yunan

How's Mom doing today?

How's she feeling?

Still the same, she can't remember anyone.

Munir?

What's up, Brother?

-I'm just short of breath. -Short of breath?

That's happened recently, I don't know why.

-Should I worry about you, too? -Yes, please.

Let me have a word with Mom.

Here she is.

Hey Mom.

What's wrong?

-Oh, Dear Lord... -What's up?

I don't know, everything hurts.

My whole body hurts.

Have you mentioned it to your doctor?

Aren't you the doctor?

I'm Munir, Mother. Munir, your son.

Who?

Your eldest son, Munir.

But I'm still a young girl, just starting out in life.

I'm not even married yet.

Alright.

Mrs. Noureddine, I'll be the doctor, okay?

What exactly do you feel?

Mom, come on, speak to me.

Brother, as I told you, this is not working.

Last time I tried to jog her memory, she ended up crying.

I don't know, I feel she's aware of everything that's going on.

Anyway, Sister, I called to tell you that I'll be away for a while.

Where are you going?

I sent you a bank wire yesterday.

You should receive it next week.

-Thank you. I hope it's not a burden. -Not at all, never say that.

How's your writing going? And how's the weather in Hamburg?

Nothing moves here except the clouds.

The same sentence every time. Switch it up a bit at least!

Could you please put Mom back on?

-Put her on! I want to talk to her. -Sure, but don't push her too hard.

Don't worry.

-Put her back on please. -Here you go.

Hey Mom, what's up?

Won't you tell me the rest of the story?

What story?

The story of the cursed shepherd.

Your story, Mom.

I can't remember his name now.

He couldn't speak.

He had no mouth, no nose or ears either.

He had nothing.

Except a big herd of sheep,...

...and his wife.

His wife was beautiful, right?

She was beautiful like the moon.

Her smile was like the crack on a pomegranate.

But she was sad?

Yeah, she always carried a heavy heart.

And why is that?

No one knew why she was sad.

No one knew, except for the sheep and...

And her husband.

Yeah, her husband who had no name.

But why did he have no name, Mom?

How would I know?

No one could remember his name.

He couldn't speak, for he had no mouth.

He didn't have a nose or ears either.

He had nothing at all.

Except a big herd of sheep and his wife.

His wife was...

She was beautiful, like the moon.

And her smile was like the crack on a pomegranate.

Yes, and then?

You're doing well. Go on, Mom.

Where were we?

Now the part with the table where he finds that...

-Yeah. -That cup of water...

People told him, "You'll go back, you'll return."

And he did!

But he returned to a place he had never left before.

There, he found that everything was exactly the same.

Everything remained unchanged.

A table with a checkered cloth,...

...and a glass half-filled, yet never filled at all.

But why was it never filled? I never understood that, Mom.

Can you hear me?

Mom, can you hear me?

Ahlam, can you hear me?

Ahlam? Can you hear me or not?

Mom.

Mom!

How's your novel going?

Any new ideas today?

No.

Nothing.

Munir.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Is there another woman?

No.

Why can't you then?

I don't know.

There's no reason.

Sarah.

Can you take care of my dog?

I'll be gone for a while.

He couldn't speak.

No mouth.

No nose.

Nor ears.

He had nothing at all.

Excuse me.

How long until we arrive?

To Hooge, it takes 30 minutes,...

...then to Langeness, another 40 minutes.

Here are some rain boots.

That's really useful.

It can be very wet sometimes.

-Do you come from far away? -From Schleswig.

Well, that's not far, but the ferry takes so long.

Not so long, but it was very windy today.

But when you're going to a Hallig, you expect that.

Yes, and maybe you come here exactly because of that, no?

Some people can't stand it here at all, and others keep coming back.

-We'll start with two nights -I see, the man is being careful!

Can I help you?

A room for one night.

Pardon?

A room for one night.

A room. Yes, let's see.

-What's the name please? -Munir.

Okay, Munir.

There's no Munir here. Reservation number please?

-You don't have a reservation number? -No.

Then I'm sorry. I can't help you.

That's how it works here.

No available rooms, you say?

No, I already told you that.

I am very tired.

It has been a long trip.

You must make a reservation beforehand.

That's how things work here.

A shitty place like this needs a reservation? Really?

Screw you and your cheap motel!

Pardon?

What?

Will you say that again?

Say it again, please.

And apologize.

Apologize.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Sorry.

I still need a room, please.

Please.

Wait.

One moment.

I have another guesthouse.

But it's about two kilometres away,...

...and it's also being renovated.

Does that work?

No problem, that works.

Look.

It's very simple.

You go from here to there.

Then there's a large barn...

...with many animals and hay bales.

You'll walk past there to get to your room.

No, we'll do that at checkout.

Thanks.

Hello! It's Valeska.

Your host.

Hello.

It's just that I forgot to bring fresh towels.

And...

Breakfast is from six to eight.

And supper...

No, breakfast is from six to nine,...

...and supper is from six to eight.

And another thing:

You'll actually need a bike here.

I brought you an old one.

Have a look at it. It's outside.

We can calculate it when you leave. Yes?

Thanks.

We're seeing hurricane-like gale-force winds in the lowlands.

No wonder, that's where the map...

...of the storm centre is at its highest,...

...with winds up to 130 km/h.

Follow us tomorrow for the latest update.

It gets a little more complicated in the lowlands.

This extremely strong high-altitude wind...

...cannot penetrate completely into the lowlands.

Cold winds are most likely in the north,...

...moving in with the vertical cold front.

We're looking at partial showers and short thunderstorms,...

...along with what we call "downbursts".

In certain areas in the north, and even in the lowlands,...

...isolated winds can gust up to 150 km/h.

It's really a dangerous situation.

One simple tip: just stay home.

Markus, hi. Just in time.

-Help me out please. -Yep.

-Jens, that's for you. -Thanks.

Underwear for Ingrid.

-Warm ones! -Warm underwear.

It's Thorsten who has to prepare for the worst!

Something is brewing out there.

Could be an intense storm coming.

We've survived all kinds of storms, right?

Don't make a fuss about it.

What does that mean? You never know what's coming!

Remember in '96, when the water came all the way to here?

Yes, exactly.

You can't predict that.

Nope, you can't.

It's past 10 o'clock, kitchen is closed.

Just a beer, please.

A beer.

Come, here's a warm spot.

You're all wet.

Off with your things.

And put them out to dry.

Moisture is the worst.

That's also wet. Off with it.

Don't be shy.

That's good.

This is Karl, my son.

No worries.

Yes, who would've thought?

Better?

-Good? -Yes.

He couldn't speak.

No mouth.

No nose.

Nor ears.

He had nothing at all.

Are you ready?

We need to go.

That's all?

You can't stay here.

You better pack up your stuff and leave with the others.

The next ferry is leaving in an hour.

Tonight there will be a "land under".

The storm will raise the sea and the land will be flooded.

This old guest house will hardly make it.

But you can spend the night at our place.

Hey, hey, let's go!

Hurry up, we don't have time!

Come on.

You know the way.

Go on!

Honke!

I'll drive up and meet you at the stables.

Go on, go!

Prepare yourself for something special tonight, young man.

The firm ground on which we just walked...

...will be at the bottom of the sea by tonight.

I still remember 1962.

That was the great flood of 1962, when I was still a child.

Then I had to stay home all week...

...and just scoop water, scoop water, scoop water.

You can stay here in our guest room tonight.

Make yourself comfortable.

Make yourself at home.

Thanks.

Don't be shy, young man.

Can I help?

Are you not hungry at all?

I'm fine, thank you.

This is the automatic weather report for the municipality of Langeness.

8.58 and rising.

8.58.

So we're no longer at 8.48 metres but 8.58 metres.

The water level has risen by ten centimetres.

That's 3.24 above normal.

By tonight, there'll surely be another metre.

Shall we sleep with our rubber boots on?

It's already three metres higher than normal.

Maybe it's time we move the important stuff upstairs?

I don't want to think about it right now.

Stop panicking.

That won't make it any better.

Don't worry about it.

He just doesn't like lending his bike.

Because it's from his father, who died four years ago.

But otherwise, he's a good guy, my Karl.

Have you seen the sunset around here?

The best things in life...

...are always free.

Isn't it so?

I don't know.

But it's a nice island.

It's not an island, it's a Hallig.

What's the difference?

Islands don't get flooded, but Halligen do.

But on Halligen, houses are placed on these mounds of earth.

That's why we stay safe here. Perhaps.

What actually brought you here?

I needed to calm down.

Why don't you try the opposite?

You are always so desperately looking...

...for more and more air to breathe, but...

...that much air is not even needed.

No?

There you go.

And now swallow.

Bravo.

Delicious.

What are you doing here?

It's also your responsibility.

No, we spoke on the phone, silly.

We are getting a bit older now.

What does that mean? It's not about age.

That's not about age!

I thought it was about thinking!

No, everything is different up there.

-Well, that's no better. -There too?

-Yes, totally. -Yes, yes!

We have a little lady here.

-Here, Helge. -Thank you.

Important things.

Important things. Thanks, Karl.

-Yes, all good. -One for Helena?

Come on, stop it.

And mine?

Cheers. To us.

To us and Helge and the little one.

That was nothing. One more, okay?

One more is okay.

One more is okay.

One more is okay.

Thanks.

Karlchen, I have a hole in my glass.

Well, well. Does Ingrid know about it?

Or do you have to sleep on the couch tonight?

Careful with what you say!

To Torsten and his hole!

-No more for me, thanks. -Come on, Helge.

Just a cute little one.

Karlchen, come over here.

Come sit, my dear.

What is it?

How are things?

How's your neck? Let me see it, my dear.

-What do you have there? -Torsten, gimme a break.

Do I see a big bruise?

It's still not gone. Where did that come from?

Stop it.

If Ingrid hadn't been there that day, I'd have knocked you out.

I didn't want to do that to your wife, lay her old skipper out on the ground.

Think about what you're saying, my dear.

Yes, I'll think about it.

You brickhead!

Show us what you can do.

Shall we have a rematch?

Yes, a rematch!

-We'll have a rematch. -No, don't listen to him.

Come on, just one round!

-Do you want a rematch? -Of course!

Then you'll get one. Let's go!

Come on boys!

Take the beer with you.

Come on.

Come, Helena.

Come over here.

Let's go.

Let's go.

You can barely stand!

Yes, yes.

Yes, yes!

Don't break him.

Don't hurt yourself.

You're one to talk!

Karl!

No, there.

Now, now!

That's right!

Very good, bravo.

Everything okay?

Torsten?

Hey, get up.

Torsten?

What's up?

I thought we had two rounds.

-Torsten. -Are you okay?

Need some help?

Well, sure, but he wanted to.

Say hi to Ingrid!

Nothing you can do about it.

He's really asking for it, eh?

Are you serious?

Yes! Finally a fair wrestle!

I'm curious now, let's see.

Show it to him!

What the hell?

-Let it go, shake it off. -Did he lose on purpose?

I dunno. Looked like he wasn't trying.

Let's go, Karl.

Okay, that's it.

That's enough now, stop.

One more.

One more.

-He seems to like it. -Yes.

Defend yourself, come on!

Foot, foot! Use your foot now!

Now!

Hey, hey!

Is that what you wanted?

Karl, let go of him!

Hey, Karl, get off him.

Karl, it's all good. Enough.

-It's all good. -Come.

-This song is about you, son! -Ah no!

"My son walks rapidly outside..."

That's Helge for you! You've always had that quick pace, my boy!

Helge!

-Your favorite song, right? -Of course.

Everything okay? Did you have supper?

Yes, thanks.

You look a bit pale.

I'm good.

It's a bit warm in here.

You don't have to sit here by yourself.

That's a great one!

And how are you doing now?

I found these at the guesthouse.

Let's try some tea.

Valeska.

Am I very sick?

Just relax.

Let go.

He couldn't speak.

No mouth.

No nose.

Nor ears.

He had nothing at all.

Like the moon.

Like pomegranate blossoms.

He returned to a place he had never left before.

Nothing had changed.

Munir?

Mother?

What happened to your hair, my dear?

How are you, my son? How have you been?

What's wrong?

Mother.

If you only knew how much I love hearing you say my name.

Oh, my sweet child.

But I know you're just an illusion.

Am I losing my mind, Mom?

Come here, my son.

Come here.

Why do you put yourself through this pain?

These thoughts are really troubling.

You're aware that you've traded reality for imagination.

But isn't that what great minds do?

They always want something more.

Something deeper.

Huh?

Let your imagination guide you without forsaking yourself,...

...you'll find peace, trust me.

But if I know I'm mad, how can I trust myself, Mom?

If you wish to be healthy and normal, my dear,...

...you can live a normal life among other people.

-I've missed you, Mom. -Me too, my love, I've missed you.

How strange...

You repeat what often comes into my mind.

It's strange how you echo my thoughts.

But why?

Why?

Why does nothing happen as we wish?

Why must I spend my life in exile?

Why can't I find the words I long to say?

You must be humble, my dear,...

...and maintain a strong faith.

My dear child,...

...so tormented and sad.

You have never known true happiness.

Oh, my dear.

I have so many questions, Mom.

But let's not talk about me now.

Can you tell me the shepherd's story again?

How many times have I told you this story?

One more time. Please, Mom.

There was this cursed shepherd.

I forget his name now.

But,...

...this cursed shepherd...

...wasn't able to speak.

He had no mouth, no nose or ears either.

He had nothing at all.

Except a massive herd of sheep and his wife.

Was his wife beautiful?

Yes, she was very beautiful.

Very beautiful, like the moon.

Her smile was like the crack on a pomegranate.

-But she was sad, very sad. -Why?

-She always carried a heavy heart. -But why?

No one knew why.

Except for the sheep and her husband.

As for her husband,...

...nobody could remember his name, and I've also forgotten it.

He couldn't speak,...

...for he had no mouth, no nose or ears either.

He had nothing at all.

Except a massive herd of sheep and his wife.

People said, "You'll go back, you'll return."

So he found himself back in a place that he'd never left.

There, he saw that everything remained unchanged.

A checkered tablecloth,...

...and a half-full glass that had never been filled.

Then he grasped the fact...

...that he'd never left this place...

...and nothing had really changed.

-Did you like the tale? -Yes.

Do you believe it now?

Do you need help?

Always.

Oh, you're back on your feet.

And already leaving?

Thanks.

My pleasure.

Thank you.

Safe travels.

Munir.

Munir.

Munir!

Munir!

You will be forgotten.

You will be forgotten, as if you never existed,...

...as if you never passed here,...

...like a cloud in a distant sky,...

...like a dream that passed quickly through the night,...

...like a faint sound in the wind,...

...you will be forgotten.

You will be forgotten,...

...as if you never set foot on this earth,...

...as if your steps never left a trace,...

...as if your heart never beat here one day.

You never owned anything,...

...no mouth,...

...no nose,...

...nor eyes to see the light.

As if you never existed,...

...no name to be remembered,...

...no story to be told,...

...nor memories to be recounted by anyone.

You possess nothing but the moment,...

...that fleeting moment, fading away like a dream upon waking.

You will be forgotten, as if you never existed,...

...no trace, no memory.

Maybe you were a star in a dark sky,...

...maybe you were a flower blooming in a barren desert,...

...maybe you were a voice flowing in the stillness of the night,...

...you will be forgotten.

You will be forgotten,...

...as if you were never a beautiful dream,...

...as if your existence was nothing but an illusion.

You will be forgotten, as if you never existed.

You will be forgotten, as if you never existed.