All language subtitles for Intrigo.Death.of.an.Author.2018.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

[woman narrating] The people
of the world are more or less the same.

Though we may come
in different Shapes and colors,

we all share the same inheritance,

and we all have our back stories,

and our secrets.

Like this man, let's caii him Henry,

trying to find his way
on a remote Greek island.

Even though evolution might seem
to mature us,

there are still parts of our brain
that belong to our reptíle ancestors.

Although we've convinced
ourselves that hate,

revenge and nemesis belong to the past,

our ancient ancestors' blood
still runs in our veins...

whether we like it or not.

[birds chirping]

Hello?

Hello?

[door closes]

Henry Maertens?

Mr. Henderson.

It's Alex.

[clears th roat]

You found the way... obviously.

Thank you very much.

Oh, uh, perhaps you'd preier a com drink?

No, no, no. Tea will do nicely.
Thank you very much.

A Iighthouse? It's quite something.

I like to guide people.

If they get too close,
I turn the light off.

I prefer the solitude. I hate neighbors.

Some say I hate people and that's...

bloody true.

Then this must be the perfect spot.

Exactly.

And all of this is mine.

And the olive grove behind us.

Some of the trees are 500 years old.

They were here
when Columbus discovered America.

And there's a small chapel
on the other side, which is also mine.

That's where I'm going to be buried...

when that day comes.

So, my publisher fonNarded your letter.

I can't remember what you wrote,

but I assume you wanted to know
how to become a writer.

Actually, no.

It's-- [clears throat]

It's actually more about the story.

The book I'm writing,
if it's any good or interesting enough.

There are parallels
to Gilliam's Temptation in a way.

I haven't read it since I wrote it.

Sure, sure, sure, sure.
Since you've come all this way.

It's about this couple...

David and Eva.

About their relationship, you could say.

David is a writer,
a rather successful one.

And Eva is a high school teacher,
no children.

You're not gonna read the whole book?

Just bits and pieces,
so you get a feeling for the story.

Get on with it.

[clears th roat]

They left on the 15th of August,

traveling in the car together,
just the two of them.

David felt he really loved her.

They had been married
for almost eight years.

Of course, they had their difficulties,

but he'd never felt it so strongly before.

In the midst of this euphoríc feeling,
there was a dissonance.

As if one of the strings
in a chord was slightly out of tune.

It's difficult to pinpoint more precisely
where that feeling originated.

But he seemed to have discovered
a streak in his wife

that he'd never noticed before.

Whether the actual change
was in her or in him, he couldn't tell.

- Shall I switch on the radio?
- I'd rather not. Thank you.

Gabber recommended
this gasthofjust south of Burghausen,

which is supposed to be nice.

Edelweiss, good food apparently.

After the shortcut,
we'll soon be on the highway again.

So we should get there around...

7:00, 7:30.

Tomorrow's leg will be shorter.

[sighS]

I wonder how many gasthofs
are called Edelweiss.

- Must be hundreds.
- David, I've met someone else.

Okay.

[sighS]

The way things have been
this past year, I--

I-I have no choice
and I'm going to leave you.

[scoffs]

- Anyone I know?
- It's, um, Mauritz.

Mauritz Winkler?

[sighS]

[chuckles]

Christ, why do all women
have to fall in love with their therapist?

You know as well as I do
that it doesn't mean anything.

So why are we on this fucking trip?

Look, I wanted to give it a try,
but it seems futile.

I'm so sorry, I've just--
I've got to be honest with you.

-[switches radio on]
-[classical music playing]

Mr. Schwartz?

- Madame H.
-[Iaughs] Welcome.

Pleasantjourney, I hope.

- It's the most wonderful road.
-lsn't it?

- Can I get someone to help with your bags?
- No, l'll be fine.

- Oh, you shouldn't trouble yourself.
- No trouble at all.

- It's good to have you here.
- And good to be here.

[bell tolls]

[moaning]

[David moaning]

[Qroans]

[panting]

[Eva sighS]

This was the last time.

You can't be serious?

-[shower running]
- Oh, I'm serious, David.

[door closes]

You belong to me, Eva.

I love you.

[coughing]

Do you need the spray?

Here.

-[coughing continues]
- Have a seat.

Here.

Do you want some water?

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

I'm fine. Thank you.

Don't you understand that it will pass?

You know, you're just confused.

[scoffs]

I'm not confused.

You know, I had other women.

Why do you bring that up?

Because I want you to know
they never meant anything.

Well, that's just the difference.

What is?

I've only had one, David.

And he means everything.

If your life...

is dark
and then a door suddenly opens, then...

you have to move on.

No, it's your responsibility.

- I think you owe it to yourself.
-[Iaughs]

That sounds like something
Mauritz Winkler could have said.

Do you mean your Iife
or whose Iife are we talking about here?

Our Me.

- Our life together.
- Bullshit. Fucking rubbish.

We don't talk to each other anymore.
We don't stimulate each other anymore.

So you talk to him instead
about our relationship?

Don't you see it, David?

It's so very obvious right now.

If we continue Iike this,
we'll just cease to exist.

Those are just words with no meaning.
They signify nothing.

They signify everything.

- Hey!

What are you doing?

I'm sorry.
But you can't just walk off like that.

I'm pregnant.

What? But..

Since when do you know?

It's not your child, David.

I understand if that makes you feel...

unhaPPY-

You know I haven't felt ready.

I haven't been able
to see myself with a child.

You just didn't want a child with me.

It's not that simple.

Go on, admit it.

This is about me. Only me.

[Henry] Twenty four hours later,
Mauritz Winkler showed up.

Booked himself into a hotel
in the next valley.

The following morning, she took the car...

to see him, Maurítz Winkler.

[Alex] So, he lets her leave.

Just like that? What a wimp.

She's such a bitch. I like her.

Do you want my comments now or afterwards?

- Maybe I should go on.
- Whatever.

He decided to go for a walk
in the mountains.

He didn't feel like being around anyone.

He didn't want anything, apart from Eva.

When your soul is wounded,
physical activity can heai.

And while he was sitting there,
he couldn't stop thinking

about the skin
on the inside of Eva's thigh.

If only the probing sensitive touch
of your fingertips

could find that certain spot.

Then of course Mauritz Winkler
invaded his thoughts.

His fíngers, his body against hers.

Perhaps it was there and then
that he made his decision.

Afterwards, his memory failed him.

But it must have come to him right there
at that very moment.

- Mr. Schwartz.
- Hello.

Do you know if my wife has returned yet?

I'm sorry.

I haven't seen either her or the car
since this morning.

Okay. Thank you.

[Henry] How could he make his inner being
understand that their love was over?

He remembered when he first met her...

how he immediately knew
that this was the woman

he wanted to share
the rest of his life with.

He remembered their first kiss...

the first time they made love.

He still loved her
with every bone in his body.

And in a few months, Eva would give birth
to a child that wasn't his.

Almost blínded by jealousy,

at the same time,
he was surprísed by his own rationalíty.

-[Alex] But clearly, he has a plan.
-[Henry] Yes.

After breakfast the next morning,
he says he's going to take the car,

which he accepts.

So he drives off...

kills that man, Winkler,
end of story, right?

No, not quite.

But perhaps that should be
the feeling you get when you read it.

But that's not what happens.

Surprise me, Henry.

[clears th roat]

David had studied the map carefully,
so he knew precisely

the winding road from the village
of Graues went uphill.

There, some 500 meters below in the next
valley was the Lauern reservolr.

He had read about it
in the tourist brochura.

Opaque green water.

At fui¡ capacity, it couid hold
a billion cubic meters

of melted snow and ice.

When he came to the top,
he had driven the car all the way

without having to use the brakes once.

It wasn't until he reached
a sharp bend on his way down

to the next valley that he needed them.

- Just the way he'd imagined it.
-[panting]

- Excuse me?
- Yes?

- Can I get one more, please?
- Yes.

[Henry] They ate in silence.

Their words had Suddenly become Ieaden...

just as on the eve of war
when all negotiations have broken down

and all that remains is naked action.

[Iaughter]

[Eva] So, I'll take the car.

I filled it up yesterday.

I'll be home for supper.

[Henry] She put her hand
on David's shoulder...

held it there a bit too long.

But he didn't look up.

Never met her gaze.

[AÍGX] So...

the car is so demolished,

nobody can tell the brakes
were tampered with,

if it's ever found.

Perhaps it disappears in that bloody lake.

- The Lauem reservou.
-The Lauem reservar.

Yeah, Henry, it's, um...

elaborate.

It was a beautiful day and he decided
to go for a walk along the river.

He walked upstream for a couple of hours
before deciding to turn back.

He was hungry,
hadn't had much for breakfast.

lt was as if time had ceased to exist.

The hours just disappeared,
but the minutes crept by slowly.

At the same time, he felt remarkabíy calm.

No, I haven't seen her.

Thank you.

[Henry] It was the empty room,

the thought that
she'd never again be there

to meet him when he came home.

Just a big...

void.

The following morning
was one of very few words.

He had been down
and talked to Madame H. in the reception,

filed a missing person report
with the local police...

gone for a walk in Graues.

It wasn't until the next day
that he had a visitor.

- David Schwartz?
- Yeah.

Chief Inspector Mort.

So, let me get this straight.

You and your wife
have been staying at this hotel,

and your wife went missing
the day before yesterday.

-[David] That's correct.
-[Inspector Mort] Okay.

So there must be a reason
why your wife simply up and left.

They say here in the hotel
that you hardly spent any time together.

We have different interests.

She wanted to go for a drive,
I wanted to walk along the river.

I think something has happened to her.

- Like what, for instance?
- I don't know.

You had a row, didn't you?

Why would we?

What are you implying?

Urlmplying"?

You're implying I had something to do
with Eva's disappearance?

I went for a walk along the river,
she wanted to go for a drive.

When you've been married
as long as we have,

you allow each other that kind of freedom.

Really?

I need a coffee.

[Henry] And that's how it went
for over an hour.

And no, they hadn't found the car,
or any trace of it.

They had searched
all the roads in the area.

They'd issued an alert,

and no reliable witnesses had come forth.

Eva was gone.

Three and a half years have passed.

He remembers Graues. He never returned.

He remembers
Chief Inspector Mort's green shirt

and the sweat patches under his armpits.

He remembers conversations
with good friends and welfare officers.

The months at the hospital
after his breakdown.

Okay.

So, this is the end of your story?

You must be joking.

It's actually the beginning.

It was early March.

[classical music playing]

Spring had not yet arrived.

Gusts of wind
tore through the streets and aileys.

The temperature dropped
from a few degrees down to zero.

Berlin was unseasonabiy cold.

At the very end of
Haydn's Cello Concerto No. 2,

-it happened.
-[music ends]

[Coughs]

Someone in the audience coughed.

To David, it felt like an electric shock.

[woman speaking German on radio]

[Henry] It was her. It was Eva.

[woman continues speaking German]

[Henry] Six months earlier,
she must have been sitting there

in a concert hall in Maardam.

Strange yet feasible
to be able to distinguish

a specific person's characteristic cough,
among millions of others.

ln that moment,
he was convinced Eva was still alive.

Wow.

Quite impressive, I must say.

Spectacular twist.

What do you say...

we pause for a spot of Iunch, David?

Yeah.

I would like that very much.

Didn't have much breakfast this morning.

- Or is it Henry?
-[sighs]

David?

Henry?

I think I'm getting a bit mixed up.

[sighS]

[scoffs]

You're a sly old devil, David.

Msconnecfmg the brakes
on a modem car...

I'm impressed.

Not only an accomplished author...

but a skilled mechanic.

It must have haunted you.

Those...

images of Eva crashing down
the precipice to her death,

I can only imagine...

how many nights you woke up
in a cold sweat.

And there you are, three years later...

hearing a cough on the radio. [Iaughs]

It's fucking brilliant.

The question is...

did it fill you with angst or relief?

Mmm.

You're not going anywhere.

We haven't finished yet.

You come here, take up my time.

I could have written a fucking novel
of my own this morning.

I intend to hear the rest of your story.

Do I make myself clear?

And you, drawn to Maardam...

like a moth to a flame.

By What?

A cough on the radio.

Yes.

In a manner of speaking.

I tried to convince myself
that it could've been anyone

with a coughíng fit in that audience,

and I almost succeeded.

Then I received a proposal.

Or should I say, an opportunity.

"I am sending you my latest manuscript

to be translated and published.

I forbid you to contact
my publisher in Maardam

or anyone else for that matter."

This is the only copy.

[in German] Signed by Germund Rein.

[David in English] Of course
l had to doubt my own sanity,

but l couldn't get it out of my mind

that she had somehow managed
to disappear from Graues

without a trace and start a new Hfe.

l felt l had no choice. l had to find out.

[in German] Then Zimmermann called
and told me that Rein was dead.

- Probably suicide.
- Suicide?

Took his boat, sailed out to sea
and threw himself overboard...

[David in English]
A translation of Germund Rein's last book

could take meto Maardam
at the German publíshefs expense.

It was almost like a gift from above,

and l was convinced.

lf Eva lived there, l would find her.

[in German] I'd like to go
to Maardam and work there.

Well, it's a matter of cost.

Okay, I understand.
I'll see what l can do.

- Have you read it yet?
- I'II wait until you've translated it.

As discussed, we have to be discreet.
Don't let anyone know.

- Not a word about why you're in Maardam.
- Of course.

We made a copy for safety
and put it in a bank deposit box.

-[in English] Cheers.
- Cheers.

[David] And yes, I'm not a writer.
I'm a translator.

I simply translate the works

of genuine writers into
the German language.

[in German]
You have to admit it's exciting!

[in English] Yeah.

[David] And my work goes
unnoticed by everyone,

except for my publisher
and possibly one or two readers.

But I know my own value,
and I take pride in my skills.

Skílís that could bring me closer to Eva.

That is, if she still happens to be there.

Yes, I was drawn to Maardam
like a moth to a flame.

I had no idea how l was going to find Eva.

But I was determined
to do whatever it took to find out.

I know for certain that she'd been in that
concert hall in Maardam six months ago.

The question was, did she live in Maardam?

So l sublet a flat from an architect
who'd been posted abroad,

potted plants and cat included.

Any allergies?

[scoffs] No.

I'd already translated
a couple of Rein's books,

The Red Sisters
and Kroull's Total Silence.

And I felt l might be able
to master his style of writing.

Not an easy task, but not by any means
beyond my capabilities.

After all, I knew I would have
more than enough time.

I didn't open the manuscript until I made
myself comfortable in the library...

a consequence of translating
according to Darke's model.

- I brought you some tea.
- Thank you so much.

Darke's method builds on the fact
that you don't know the text beforehand.

You translate sentence by sentence,

paragraph by paragraph.

So you value the text
the way it appears to you,

like a reader
who doesn't know what's coming.

I had to Conduct my search for Eva
during my spare time.

And she was obsessed
with classical music and opera,

I started to frequent
the Nieuwe Halle and the Concert Hall.

I would try to buy front of stall seats,
giving me a Strategic Vantage point

from which to scour the audience.

I believe I managed to spot Giselle
at least four times.

[classical music playing]

This was to become a very costly routine.

So sometimes I would have to settle
for simply standing outside in the street

watching the concertgoers
on their way in or out.

lt was like looking
for a needle in a haystack.

Of course, I also pursued
every other available avenue

in order to find out if Eva
or Mauritz Winkler, for that matter,

even lived in the city, but all in Vain.

som!-.

When the library opened at 2:00,
I'd sit there until they closed,

and then continue my fruítless search,

Keeping my tasks apart like oil and water.

- I'm sorry.
- Turning day into night.

[Judit in German] Five days before we
received the manuscript by post,

Germund, his wife Mariam Kadhar
and his publisher

went to their house in Behrensee.

It seems to have been a well-oiled night.

Mariam only woke up around Iunchtime.

At first she didn't miss her husband.

She thought he was sleeping it off.

As far as I understand,
they had separate bedrooms.

About an hour later she went to his room.

He wasn't there.

But she found a letter in his typewriter.

A Triumph-Adler, an old portable one.

Rein wasn't much into computers.

What was in the letter?

It hasn't Ieaked to the press yet.

But the letter was short and to the point.

A simple farewell.

Sometime in the early morning,
Rein must have left the house.

He went out to sea in his boat.

An old bronze statue that
stood in front of the house was missing.

It's assumed he used that as a weight.
It weighed about 15 kg.

But finding Rein on the sea bottom
would be as simple as finding Atlantis.

Why would Rein want to take his own life?

[in English] What do we actually know
about our next of kin

and their deepest motives?

[in German] Bejman in the Evening Post.

As far as Bejman's concerned,
he doesn't seem especially surprised.

- And Rein's wife?
- The beautiful Mariam Kadhar?

Heartbroken apparently.

She's avoiding the press,
giving no interviews.

She Iearnt well from him.

She has comfort in the inheritance.

It's a tidy sum,
three to four million euros.

If you're happy, I'll get the bill.
I'd like to catch the last flight.

-[in English] The bill, please.
- Yeah. Coming.

[David] l started to wonder
about all this secrecy.

Why had he sent the manuscript to Kerr and
Amundsen, his German publisher,

instead of his regular publisher,
Otto Gerlach in Maardam?

It certainly seemed strange.

And could lt really be true,
that this was the only copy?

AH l knew was what Judit Kerr told me,

and she seemed too excited
by the prospect of the actual deal

to question anything
about the background situation.

The woman...

-surveillance or missing?
- Missing.

That's good. I prefer missing persons.

And when did you see her the last time?

Three years ago, or perhaps a bit more.

- Have you googled her?
- She doesn't exist.

- Her maiden name?
- Leuwe.

AII the information's written
on the back of the photo.

Are you sure you want to find her?

You know, three years,
most people would have moved on by now.

But not you.

No, not me.

[Alex] l thought private dicks
were extinct.

Obviously not.

Oh, gonna have to get some more wine...

if I'm gonna be able to listen
to any more of this.

Get to it.

I'm listening.

Hmm?

Move on.

I don't wanna spend the rest of my life
listening to your screwed up story.

- Well, it's not that easy.
- Try, for Christ's sake.

[clears throat] I had made
some progress with Rein's novel.

It had two sides to it. One was...

dreamlike and introverted.

The other cynical and realistic.

I've read it.

Still I felt a great discomfort.

Too many similarities to my own story.
At the same time as--

I think "frustrated" is a better word.

But it wasn't the novel itself,
even if it did influence me.

This is getting better and better.

I'd started to believe that the book
was about Germund Rein himself...

and about Maríam, his wife.

And the most bizarre aspect of it all was,
of course,

the parallel with my own iife,
my situation with Eva.

I was frustrated by the fact that my
search for her remained without success.

I can't really explain why I reached out
to Germund Rein's wife, Mariam Kadhar.

Maybe it was because l couldn't find Eva

that l decided to find Mariam instead.

There's no logic in it, I know.

Maybe the content of the book
was merging with my subconscious.

l don't know.

But her husband had disappeared
without a trace,

and so had Eva.

Alex Henderson, one of the few colleagues
my husband really valued.

Yes, he's well worth reading.

- Please take a seat.
- Thank you.

So you've translated my husband's books?

Only the two latest, The Red Sisters
and Kroul/'s Total Silence.

Do you know if they sold well
in your language?

Um, not big editions.

But he's regarded
by most well-informed people

'as one of the great modem authors.

Always up for the Nobel prize.

Hmm.

I was just passing by
and wanted to present my condolences.

It must be a heavy burden.

I haven't got used to it yet...

even though severa months have passed.

But on the other hand,

I don't know why
one should get used to it.

Hmm.

Excuse me for asking this,

do you know if he was writing
anything before he died?

Yes, he was writing. He always did.

- But we don't know what became of it.
-"Became of it"?

He was busy with something.

I don't know what it was.
He didn't tell me anything.

But that's the way he was.

I think he was pleased...

with what he wrote.

I could see it in him.

But there's nothing left.

Like I said...

perhaps he burned it, perhaps he...

took it with him.

[sighs] I really don't know.

[David] Mariam Kadhar...

I felt píty for her,
even though l clearly understood

that I couldn't do anything to help her.

But most importantly, I now understood
that apart from Judit Kerr,

I was probably the only living person

to have held Germund Rein's
final book in my hands.

Why me?

Mariam Kadhar didn't even know
of its existence, as far as l knew.

I became so preoccupied by my thoughts

that I didn't notice
that someone was following me.

I don't know if you've ever been shadowed,
but somehow you can feel it in your bones.

It's not a pleasant feeling.

My first thought, of course,
was that it had something to do

with my visit to Mariam
or, more specífically,

with Germund Reín's manuscript.

But on second thought,
that didn't feel credible.

Why would anyone go to such Iengths?

Honestly, the whole setup
was pretty amateurish.

[in German] Of course, I'm sure.

[Judit] Why should Kerr
and Amundsen be involved?

I wouldn't know.

But you're employed by us,
for fuck's sake!

It was probably Germund Reín's publisher
that híred him. What's his name again?

Gerlach, yes, it could have been him.

You said that only we knew
about the manuscript.

That's what Rein wrote in the letter,

but I can't guarantee that it's the case.

That I understand.

You must be careful with the material.

Of course.

You haven't read the whole book yet?

No, you know very well.

You can work however you want, but...

it's vital that I know what's in the book.

- I'II call when I'm done.
- Thanks.

[David in English] Fora while,
l pondered giving in to Kerr's suggestion,

to abandon Darke's model and simply read
Rein's manuscript to the end.

And of course, there were things
in the manuscript which got me thinking.

As if the book's real story was concealed
between the lines, as l said.

But Darke maintained that it was
just that kind of thing,

the hidden meaning and deeper dimensions,

that risked getting lost
if you gave into it.

l worked on the text
and l became more and more fascinated.

Suddenly i discovered
something really odd.

Why had he underlíned these words?

West, sea, sun, bear, dial.

And why hadn't I noticed this before?

Not good. Not good at all.

No matter how I tried, l couldn't make
anything comprehensible out of them.

Why on earth had he underlined
those words in red?

Excuse me?

Hey!

Wait!

Wait!

Mr. Schwartz.

[panting]

L didn't know what to think.

It was him. The same man again.
No doubt about it.

Who he was and why he was following me,
l had no idea.

- Please, Mr. Schwartz.
- I'm so sorry.

[sighS]

I'm sorry.

Listen. Excuse me.

Do you know who that was,
the man who just ran out? Do you know him?

Som!-.

And where exactly was she spotted
and by whom?

One of the suburbs, Wassingen, block 184.

- Are you saying you've seen her there?
- Not personally.

It was one of my collaborators.

- And when was that?
- Yesterday.

He caught sight of her in the underground,
followed her.

She got out at Wassingen, and went into
one of these high-rise buildings.

He didn't have time to see
what floor she went to.

- Is he sure it was her?
- Not at all.

But the birthmark was there,
along with the rest of your description,

so it's not completely
out of the question.

So...

Eva was still in the land of the living...

risen out of the reservoir like Venus.

Yes.

That's what it looked like.

Rather ambiguous feelings, to be honest.

You may suffer ambiguity...

but the law never does.

Murder or attempted murder.

Excuse me?

Same intent...

same punishment.

Yeah, I don't know. Whatever you say.

Wassingen.

If hell had been conceíved ín our times...

ln my obsessed mind, I had gone through
this moment a thousand times,

but what would actually happen
¡fl saw Eva there?

What would I do?

Having now seen this place,
i couldn't imagine

what might have possessed her
to settle here

in this concrete desert

rather than live a good life with me.

I counted 142 names,

but no Schwartz, no Leuwe, and no Wínkler.

I felt a growing sense of despair.

I began to imagine i saw her everywhere.

Give me all of these, please.

- This?
- Yeah.

Okay. Five.

One, two, three, four,
five copies of the same issue?

Yeah, I want to give them
to people in need.

Did you know that Jesus is coming
and he would like to meet you?

Good for you, but I'm not interested.

I'm not-- Here, just--
I'm not interested. Thank you.

- They're for free.
- Thank you. No.

[various doorbells ringing]

Did you know Jesus is coming
and he would Iike to meet you?

- Cool.
-[David] By the end of the day,

l had managed to sell two copies
of the magazine Enlightenment.

I had rung all 142 doorbells,

but not even a glimpse of Eva

or Maurítz Wínkler for that matter.

Someone had opened the door
to 93 of the flats, that left 49.

I spent the rest of the next week
phoning around...

and asking for Eva.

- Not even a cough, I presume?
- Not a trace.

Not a single sign that she was living

in that depressing building
in Wassingen...

or that she had any connection
to it whatsoever.

Of course, I understood
there was a gigantic margin of error here.

So you simply gave up?

[David] Almost.

I have to also admit I was lonely,

and the architecfs flat
reminded me of my loneliness.

I spent as little time
as I could in my so-called home.

- Thank you.
- I had, as l said...

-[waitress] Enjoy.
-...turned day into night.

- Thanks
-And clearly drunk too much.

I couldn't sleep without my pills.

It had become a Vicious Circle,
pills and iiquor.

And my search for Eva
had become an obsessive routíne,

constantly compelled
to return to the same places

over and over again, waiting outside.

For what?

When I saw Germund Rein's widow
at the Níeuwe Halle all alone,

I Suddenly felt the urge to rescue her.

Was she as lonely as l was...

or maybe she was the one
who would rescue me?

I came to Maardam because of my stupidity.

I thought that...

I was going to find Eva.

- Eva?
- I'm sorry. My wife.

It's like finding a needle in a haystack.

- Has she disappeared?
- Disappeared. Perhaps dead.

[sighS]

I really don't know.

So how long has she been missing?

It's been more than three years.

Hmm.

I was on my way home, but then I caught
sight of you outside the concert hall.

Perhaps it was a sign.

You're so beautiful.

[Qasps]

- Sorry. I'm Iate.
- No. That's okay.

- This is David Schwartz.
- Otto Gerlach.

Pleased to meet you.

I'll, uh, fetch your coat.

Mm-hmm. Thank you.

I want to see you again.

Som!-.

I am not interested.

[David] l don't know what l was expecting.

As l said, I'd been drinking
way too much the last few weeks.

That had to change now.

I also needed to concentrate
on Rein's manuscript.

It was necessary.

I was behind with my work.
I'd been neglecting it Iately.

ln spite of the circumstances, l became
more and more caught up in my work.

In less than three days, I had finalized
the translation of Rein's book.

But Ijust couldn't ¡et go
of those underlined words.

The words appeared one after the other

at first sight in no particular order.

Maybe there was
a hidden message after aH.

[clears th roat]

"Thirty centímeters west of...

the sundial in...

bean_

sea..."

Behrensee.

The sudden realízatíon terrifíed me.

At that point, I could easiiy have taken
the first flight home,

but my search for Eva had now turned
into something new and very different.

l didn't dare e-mail
the translated script.

Instead I found a printer
in the architecfs flat,

made a hard copy, and sent it by Courier
to Judit Kerr, the publisher.

You take that road there,
and then you turn.

L knew that Rein and Mariam
had a summer house by the sea,

just outside a small village
called Behrensee.

The name of the house was Cherry Garden

and was reputed to be
something quite outstanding.

A secluded haven where Germund Rein
produced most of his works,

according to rumors.

A remote location which,

exactly as I had been ted to understand,

would take some finding.

But l found it.

And I aíso found the sundíal.

My inner voice urged me to forget about
the whole thing and return to the city.

But for some reason, l couldn't let it go.

l had to find out.

So I waited for nightfall.

And once again sneaked into the garden.

"Thirty centimeters
west of the sundial in Behrensee."

l found what Germund Rein had buried.

The next day l went to the police.

I no longer had any choice.

[Judit in German] Fifty thousand books,
and this is only the first edition.

This is huge, David, massive!

- Do you need more money?
- No.

As you please.

Amundsen is arranging
a press conference tomorrow.

How'd you like to handle it?

- How do you mean?
- You're the spider in the web.

To the journalists,
you're the lead character.

I thought you'd understood that by now?

Not really, if I'm honest.

Perhaps an exclusive interview
with a particular paper?

When the trial starts, you'll have
your hands full with reporters.

It doesn't interest me at all.

In any case, Mariam Kadhar is charming.

Far too charming for a man like Rein.

But she didn't need to have killed him...

[in English] So, Mr. Schwartz,

you translated Germund Rein's last book?

Yeah.

The book that is the reason

we are all gathered
in this courtroom today?

I guess so, yeah.

Why do you suppose Germund Rein

only wanted the book to be
published as a translation?

I thought that was clear.

Otto Gerlach was his publisher.

Can you clarify what you mean?

I assume Rein was afraid the book,

the manuscript would disappear,
never be published.

And why would it disappear?

Because of its content.

- Compromising information.
- Compromising for whom?

I really don't have anything
to do with this.

I put it to you that this was compromising
information for the accused...

Mariam Kadhar and Otto Gerlach.

I assume, your Honor,

my client's name isn't even mentioned
in the book in question.

It's--

[iudge] Let the witness
elaborate his assertion.

In the beginning,
it was just subtle hints.

[clears throat] But the more I read,
the more obvious it became.

[Iawyer] You mean
there are passages in the book

that underline
the theory of the accusation?

I guess you could say so.

Can you give the court an example of this?

If I may borrow the book.

[clears th roat]

I'm quoting from page 37.

"One morning she goes
to the square to buy vegetables.

Always these vegetables
that must never be less than a day old,

her memento mori.

He goes through her belongings.

She knows he would never do this,

so she has never bothered
to hide anything.

He finds Ietters, four Ietters,
three are clear enough,

the fourth is about a Conspiracy.

They obviously want to see him dead.

He puts the Ietters in a folder,
drives into town to copy them.

He thinks he's got plenty of time.
She's probably fucking G.,

reaping his vicious semen
between her wide open legs.

Puts the originals back
among her knickers in the chest of drawers

and puts the copies in a plastic bag.

Goes to the shed, fetches a spade,

finds a place with soft soil,

and buries his treasure."

Can you tell me what you did
after you read this?

I went to check it out.

According to the hidden code
I told you about.

So you found the Ietters

where the hidden code
in the manuscript said it would be?

Mm-hmm.

The Ietters Mariam Kadhar
and Otto Gerlach had exchanged?

Yes.

Did you study the content?

Eventually.

And I came to the conclusion
that the information in the book was true.

And what exactly, Mr. Schwartz,

does it say in Germund Rein's book?

It says that M. and O.
planned to kill Germund Rein.

-[crowd chattering]
- Thank you.

No further questions.

[judge] Mr. Neumann-Hansen.

You found these...

handwritten notes and Ietters

buried just west of
the sundial at Behrensee?

- Yeah.
- Didn't that seem strange to you?

In what sense?

Well, during the inquiry,
the police went through all e-mails

between Otto Gerlach and my client.

And, yes,
there's correspondence. Plenty of it.

But it's all professional.

Nothing like what you found
in your Ietters.

Strange, wouldn't you say? I mean,

it's so much easier
to send an e-mail these days.

Excuse me. But I would like to remind you
all that I've only done my civic duty.

I went to the police
with the material I happened to have.

The same thing any of you would have done.

No more questions.

[ÍUdge] Thank you.

[Mariam] There is still time, David.

It's not too Iate.

You know it's not too late.

[inhales]

[exhales]

[Eva] Rein...

- You're Rein, aren't you?
-[David] No, no!

[Eva] We've got time.

Now it's my turn...

to kill you.

[phone rings]

- Hello.
- Judit Kerr.

[in German]
The book is selling Iike hotcakes.

It's making headlines all over Europe.

Of course Gerlach has tried to sue us,
but he couldn't stop the first run.

lt won't slow down sales. [chuckles]

On the contrary... [Iaughs]

l can't talk right now. I'll call you.

[in English] Good morning.

Sorry, but you have to leave now.

Please leave.

Is it correct that you are
the, um, sole inheritor

of your husband's property
and Iiterary estate?

Yes.

Did you Iove your husband, Mrs. Kadhar?

- Yes.
-[Iawyer 1] Do you...

have intimate relationships
with other men?

[Iawyer 2] I object.

Do rephrase the question, please.

Did you have a sexual relationship with
your husband's publisher, Otto Geriach?

-[Mariam] Yes.
-[lawyer 1] How long did that go on for?

Five years.

[crowd chattering]

Why were you Unfaithful
to your husband if you loved him?

I don't want to answer that question.

You're accused of murder, Mrs. Kadhar.

Did you kill your husband?

I did not kill my husband.

[David] Although she terrified me,
l found myself increasingly

and ¡rresistibly fascinated.

I couldn't fight it.

I couldn't come to terms with the thought

that she could have done something so--

I don't know.
Ijust wanted to take her in my arms...

even though she rejected me
so very clearly.

So, what makes you believe
a woman like Mariam Kadhar

could be interested in a man like you?

Interesting parallel with the wife,
by the way.

You keep yourself quite occupied,

avenging yourself on women who dump you.

First Eva, then Mariam.

Well, I see a pattern emerging.

Don't you?

Anyway, in view of all
the media attention you were getting,

if the wife, Eva,

if she were alive and kicking
and living in Maardam,

surely she would've become aware
of your poster boy status by now?

Possibly.

But by that point,
I'd given up all thought of her.

Thank you.

My thoughts were somewhere
completely different.

[easy piano music playing]

[doorbell rings]

David Schwartz, what do you think about
the possible sentence?

- Mariam Kadhar and Otto Gerlach.
- I've got nothing to--

After all, it's because of you
they might end up behind bars.

How do you feel about that?

The court finds the accused
guilty of first degree murder.

The defendants Otto Gerlach
and Mariam Kadhar

are each sentenced to 12 years.

[crowd chattering]

[reporter] David.

- David Schwartz?
- Twelve years behind bars.

How does it feel to be
the hero of the day, David?

No comment.

Both defense Iawyers have
already Iodged appeals. Any comments?

There you have it.

Ijust wanted to get away from the place

and Mariam's accusing eyes
burned into my very core.

It felt like I was going to pieces.

So you really believe
you were the chosen one?

You don't realize that...

anybody could've dug up
those Ietters sooner or later?

- What?
- Well, you're a nobody, David.

[scoffs]

I understand that this isn't about me.

I'm completely aware of that.

I mean, the fact that you fell
for Mariam Kadhar,

it just shows what
a pushover you really are.

I mean, you held all the cards.

Why didn't you just torch the Ietters?

Yes.

Maybe I should have.

Or maybe you're just not that bright.

[scoffs]

I mean, one moment
you're a shrewd Calculator,

the next you're a fucking wimp.

[scoffs]

I'm too old for this kind of crap.

So, uh, you're hot stuff right now.

[chuckles] Thank you. Thank you, Doris.

That man. He's following me.

On several occasions.

I'm certain of it. He walks with a Iimp.

You can't mistake that.

Have you any idea why?

I wouldn't come to you if I had.

Can you help me with this?

Do you know who he is?

You're a public figure now.

You never told me
what profession you were in.

'Cause it's got nothing to do with Eva.

Do you know who he is?

Let's do it this way.

I'll see what l can do.

But it will cost you.

And I can't promise any results.

I'll call you?

One Iasagna to go, please.

[Alex] The limping man.

Interesting title for your little novel.

- No, serious/y, who was he?
-[David] We'll come to that.

Something else carne in between.

[man on TV]
So, she was given a pen and paper?

-[woman on TV] Just a small pencil.
- And then what happened?

When the door was unlocked,
she was found lying facedown on the floor.

When she was turned over,

there were small spots
of blood on the floor...

coming from her eye.

She had stuck the pencíl into her eye.

-[man] The whole pencil?
- Yes.

Should be quite impossible,
but in this case...

[man] Thank you.
We repeat that Mariam Kadhar,

the wife of the Iate author, Germund Rein,

recently sentenced to 12 years,

took her own life
in the Burgisíaan remand prison.

Mariam Kadhar was 39 years old.

[David] Three years earlier,
/ had fallen...

and it was a hard fall.

Days and nights at the hospital

and my self-disgust tore me to shreds.

A secret that l had
to keep hidden deep inside.

Never able to confess the truth
of what I had done to Eva.

Never able to tell a soul.

You're actually the first one
to hear my story.

Never-ending nightmares.
Managing the medication.

Downers to send me to sleep,
uppers to wake me up.

The slow recovery.

Now, l was edgíng closer
to the precipice again.

ln my defense, I would like to say I was
rational during the time that followed.

Methodical, unhurried.

I allowed alcohol to rule my existence
without any other purpose

than to achieve a sustainable level
of unconsciousness...

without ever going over the top.

I've been there before
and I know what it's all about.

A strictly clinical drinking bout

where l kept the process
under control at all times.

[sighS]

[phone rings]

[ringing continues]

- Hello?
- Well, well, David Schwartz.

I first thought, of course,
that it had something to do with yourjob.

That publisher doesn't seem
to look upon you very kindly.

But it wasn't? So who was he then?

- Why is he following me?
- One thing at a time.

I recognized the man in the photo.

He's a former police commissioner.

Now retired and actually freelancing in
my line of business, so I contacted him.

And he was in fact hired to follow you.

And naturally, he didn't want to reveal
the identity of his client.

But?

Everything has a price.

And I'd suppose that money
wasn't an issue in this--

I already told you that.

But it seems as if both of you
wanted to find each other.

Who?

Oh, you and Eva.

Eva hired him?

Exactly.

When my collaborator saw her in Wassingen,
she wasn't on her way home.

She has an apartment,
but on the other side of town.

She was simply on her way
to see my colleague.

He had an office there at the time.

She spotted you here in Maardam,

hired him to keep track
of your whereabouts.

Edita Sobranska?

I guess she changed her name.

[sighS]

Stay there.

[scoffs]

So, you decided to come now?

Yes.

Here I am.

[child Iaughs]

- Hello.
- Hello.

You've been living here a long time?

Three years.

- Ever since...
- Ever since then. Yes.

Come on.

We're going for a nap now.

Sleep tight, sweetheart.

And I'II leave the door open.

Ijust made some teas.

- So how long are you staying?
- Sorry?

In Maardam.

How long are you gonna be staying?

Not much longer.

- Myjob is finished.
- So I've heard.

Do you really believe
they killed him? Rein?

Yes.

And then she commits suicide.

I've left all that behind me now.

What's her name?

Paula.

She's almost three now.

I thought so.

Is everything all right?

She's the best thing
that ever happened to me.

What happened, Eva?

What happened in Graues?

- I think you should leave now.
- I need to know what happened.

You ask me what happened?

You have no right whatsoever.

No right?

Maybe that's the worst part of it all
that you don't even understand that.

Do you know how many times
I've thought about this, David?

[sighS]

What if we'd bump into each other one day,
you and I?

Even if it's the last thing I ever wanted.

BUUÍ...

only a chance in a million
that it would happen,

but still a possibility.

In a tram or an airport
somewhere in the world.

Suddenly you'd stand
in front of me and ask...

"What happened?"

What happened?

What should I say?

What should I do?

After 100 sleepless nights, David...

I've decided that I'm not gonna tell you.

You're gonna have to Iive with that
uncertainty for the rest of your life.

You can see that
as some sort of punishment if you want.

- Eva.
- And I want you to leave now.

I'm not gonna tell you, David.

Never ever.

[sighS]

Are you out of your fucking mind?

You come here,

accept my hospitality and my advice,

and in exchange you offer me--

Bloody unforgivable...

to fritter away a story like that.

A sneeze on the radio.

- A cough.
- A cough.

What the fuck? You can't just let it
run out into the sand like fucking piss.

You just left them there
without a clue as to what really happened.

Hmm...

Are you familiar with my modest ideas
in the handbook of life?

[chuckling] Yeah.

Of course. [clears throat]

- But they're hardly yours, are they?
- You always have a choice.

Either you write your own script...

or you Iive according to someone else's.

How did you figure me out?

I realize you don't have
a very high opinion of me,

a simple translator.

But I've read and translated your words.

I spent months, years, getting to know
your style and your wording,

it's out there...

whether you like it or not,

whether you call yourself
Germund Rein or Alex Henderson.

Was this complicated intrigue
really necessary?

Mm-mm. Isn't that obvious?

What the hell do you think?

Suspicion has to grow slowly.

Do you think any of this would have worked

if they found themselves
in the Iimelight too soon?

- They never planned to kill you, did they?
- You know as well as I do.

This is how it had to end.

The end speaks for itself, right?

What about Mariam's death?

Well, that's got nothing to do with it.

She wrote that chapter.

It wasn't in my script.

Who the hell are you to judge me?

You actually tried to kill
your own wife for fuck's sake.

And here she is in the pink,

living in domestic bliss
with Morris Wanker, Winkler,

whatever his fucking name is.

This isn't how you thought
your story would end.

Is it? Hmm?

David?

Never even knowing what really happened?

I need a proper drink.

[cabinet rattling]

- So how did it happen?
- What?

The flight?

There wasn't any flight.

Alex Henderson had been
in existence for many years by that time.

Even you should've realized that by now.

He took a plane to Athens. That's all.

You weren't drunk that night in Behrensee,
were you?

Tipsy, at most.

Then you were bloody Iucky.

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

Bullshit.

Feels like you owe me a debt of gratitude,
don't you think?

- I was the one who did your dirty work.
- Me? Thank you?

Should the puppeteer
thank the puppet for her dance?

I think it's time I left.

[clears th roat]

I must find my way back to the road
before it gets too dark.

You realize there's little point
in squealing.

My identity is watertight,
has been for a long time.

So I've understood.

Good.

Being a bad loser can be so unbecoming.

It's just that...

I've found it really hard
to accept Mariam's fate.

You didn't kill her, neither did I.

What about Germund Rein?

He's dead.

[9830]

[breathing heavily]

[breathing heavily continues]