All language subtitles for Tabula Rasa 06 - The Bear Pit

PREVIOUSLY

While my investigation is ongoing,

no sensitive topics should be discussed
with the suspect.

- If she panics, she can forget everything.
- Yes, doctor Mommaerts.

Mozes, a picture, baby.

Let your fingers roam freely,
but never in front of a lens.

We're off. Grab our coats.

- It's Romy's birthday.
- I'm fed up with this hypocrisy.

There's something about this house.
She's been acting out since the move.

- There's more than meets the eye.
- Do you believe that?

The main thing is that it helps people.
Psychologically at least.

Are you going to let them mess
with you with this hocus pocus bullshit?

Those colours are way off
for a seven year old.

- Did she go to sleep without a fuss?
- Yes.

- Do you think she's pretty?
- Valerie? The babysitter?

"Tell her you're going to a conference."

- Who is V?
- You are the only mole in my garden.

I think Daddy has a hidey-hole.

ROMY D'HAEZE
SEPTEMBER 20, 2010- MARCH 12, 2017

THE BEAR PIT

DEAD

KITCHEN CAMERA

MOLE

ROMY IS DEAD

CAR ACCIDENT?

My baby is dead.

My baby is dead.

Clean knickers.

TODAY DECEMBER 10TH

Hey, sweetheart.

Hey. What's wrong, baby?

- Are you alright?
- Is Romy not coming?

- Mieke, this is no place for children.
- Where is Romy?

Why don't you ever bring her to see me?

- Romy is with Nikki. She's fine.
- Give Nikki a call.

I want to hear my daughter's voice.

Call her.

- Baby. Baby, please...
- Mie, calm down. Mie.

Say it.

Say she's dead.

- Go away.
- I'm staying right here, little mole.

- Go away.
- Benoit, come. Leave her be.

I'm not going. I am staying here.

- Here you go. Isn't Mum coming?
- No, she'll be here later this week.

- A gin and tonic, please.
- We don't serve that.

- In that case I will have a beer.
- This is an institution, not a pub.

So you do have fucking peanuts,
but no alcohol?

That's all I needed.

Two coffees, please.

Why did you lie to me?

- Take a seat.
- I'm fine where I am. We have had this conversation before.

A couple of times, in fact.

So Mie saw the grave yesterday.

FOUR WEEKS
BEFORE THE DISAPPEARANCE

Why didn't anybody tell me?

We couldn't, Annemieke.

You'll have to explain that one to me.

Time and time again, we had to tell you
that Romy is no longer with us.

That she is dead.

Every time, your baby would die
all over again in your mind.

And every time you would forget.

You were so convinced
that she was still alive.

So one day we decided
to no longer tell you.

We? No, Mie.

It was Mum's decision.
She wanted to play that game.

Game? It's not a game.
Mie can see Romy, right?

To her, Romy is still alive.

- I can't see her now.
- No...

but you will tomorrow.

And then the whole rigmarole
starts up again.

- And you let it happen.
- It was for your own good, darling.

She's asking Benoit, Mum.

Every day, I drive past the cemetery
to see if perhaps I was wrong.

And then I come home and I see you.

You're looking after our Romy.

And then I have to choose.

The doctors are right, Mie. The shock...

The shock was so great
that part of your memory shut itself down.

But your memory can come back
as soon as you can handle reality.

The doctors felt it was better
to leave you be.

So we will keep up with your pace
until you are ready to...

Cut it out.

My little Mieke-moo. Don't be angry.

- Take it easy.
- Why is he even sitting at the table?

- I can go upstairs if you want.
- No. Mozes is part of our family.

Is this the first time I found out myself?

No, Mie.

How did I found out before?

Dad shooting his mouth off,
or Nikki's boys.

You'd write it down on a piece of paper,
lose it and find it again.

It was killing you, Annemie.
Benoit too. All of us.

That's when we started censoring.

Your diary, mobile phone, the lot.

Excuse me?

Look. What did I tell you?

Do you think it was that simple for me?

Do you think I had it easy?

I keep getting drawings
from my now dead granddaughter.

This isn't about you.

Do you think it was fucking easy
to pick out clothes for her funeral

with you in an institution,
constantly asking after your daughter?

How dare you, Mum?

How dare you do that?

You... How dare you rob me of my grief?

- What gives you the right?
- Mie.

- I am your mum. I took my responsibility.
- About time too.

Is that right? And what did you do?
What did you actually do?

Did you have to tell her every day
her daughter was dead?

You didn't, did you?
No, you didn't tell her.

Why not? Why didn't you tell her?

Because you knew
it would fucking hurt her.

Because you love her, and so do I.

- All of a sudden you act like a mother.
- Oh, man. Seriously?

Is it all my fault?

Is everybody ganging up on Rita?

- Mozes, say something, please.
- Sure, you're part of this family too.

I think that... Don't get upset.

You're all mad. This is not
in my job description. I quit.

No, don't leave. Please.

Do you really think I enjoy sticking
my dick into your dried-up twat?

It has to stop.

You won't be checking up on me anymore.
You won't keep anything from me anymore.

You won't lie to me anymore.

- We don't lie, Mie.
- Yes, you do.

- Promise me you won't lie to me anymore.
- Mie...

I promise I will never lie to you.

Never.

TODAY
DECEMBER 10TH

But you promised.

Annemie, we couldn't, okay?
The police asked us to...

- Mie...
- You should be in here. Not me.

Mie. Mie?

Mie.

Mie, easy.

Mie? Calm down.

Sir, stand back, please.

- Benoit, there is nothing we can do.
- Careful.

What happened?

She remembers.

- What does she remember?
- Romy.

That's good. That's positive.

The fact that she knows about Romy
means she's making progress.

Our approach must be working.

If she remembers things that happened
six months ago, the rest will come too.

But in the meantime, she is stuck here.
I won't keep quiet.

If she shuts down again,
she and you both have a problem.

You signed those papers.

How long do you intend to keep her
in this sad old place?

Until De Geest resurfaces.
Hopefully not only in spirit.

I won't let you question my wife today.

I'm here for another appointment.

Hang on in there just a little bit longer.

The curiosity of a cat... and
the brain of a goldfish.

- Can I help you?
- I'm looking for the toilet.

Follow me.

FOUR WEEKS
BEFORE THE DISAPPEARANCE

Tomorrow morning,
I want to lay flowers on her grave.

Perhaps you could come with me.

Mie?

I am going to the cemetery
tomorrow morning.

Shall we go together?

Mie, what's the matter?

ROMY IS DEAD
CAR ACCIDENT

Why do you never cry?

- It may not be necessary.
- Am I too early?

- Hey.
- Hello.

Valerie, the babysitter.

Babysitter?

We still owe her from last time.

- How much?
- Ten euros, please.

Thanks.

That's easy money.
Looking after a child that doesn't exist.

- Was there anything else?
- No, thanks.

- Bye.
- See you.

Here is your wallet.

TODAY
DECEMBER 10TH

I locked it.

I'm sorry, you can't be in the bathroom
by yourself.

Why not?

It's for you own safety.

Are you scared I will slash my wrists
with a plastic spoon?

Have a bath.
It will do you the world of good.

Who is that for?

It's for me.

It's making me nervous.

Hang on.

You haven't had your pill yet.
It will calm you down.

I was wondering...

Have you ever had a look at her notebook?

It may contain important information
that she is neglecting to tell us.

She sketches to get well,
not to hide something.

Then why am I not allowed to take a peek?

Her right to privacy.

Her right to privacy.

Do you know rock-paper-scissors?

Yes.

Rock-paper-scissors.

If this paper were a search warrant,

your right to privacy
wouldn't get you very far.

I hope you will reach a breakthrough soon,
but not at my patient's expense.

Inspector.

My daughter is dead.

You knew...

but you never told me.

She's not in even in that photograph.

I didn't tell you. No.

They give me these to calm me down.

Say something.

You are here to help me, so why don't you?

Why didn't you tell me?

It's not up to me to confront you with your daughter's death. I've
been urged not to say anything. I am here to help you deal...

You are not helping me at all.

Whose side are you on, anyway?

You know more about me than I do
and you are here to taunt me with that.

You are being carefully monitored because
you are mentally unstable right now.

And...

because there has been a precedent.

What do you mean?

You suffered from depression.

Romy was not an easy child.

- That's not true. How do you know that?
- It's in your medical file.

There were also marital problems.
You even gave up work for a while.

- What kind of problems?
- That's all I can tell you for now.

I don't want to get in the way
of the doctors and the police.

But surely this is my life.

Everybody is meddling with my life.

You can tell me anything you like.

You overdosed on pills.

You barely survived.

It happened a couple of months
before the accident. That is why...

It can't have been a couple of months
before the accident.

I would have remembered.

My memory was fine before the accident.

What you're saying isn't true.

Even a healthy memory is selective.

Why would I kill myself?

I would never leave my child behind.
I'd never do a thing like that.

Right?

My accident, was it...
Was it even an accident?

- Let's take it easy.
- Did I want to hurt myself?

That's impossible.

What am I saying?

Do you enjoy poking around
in other people's minds?

I don't necessarily enjoy it.

Have you always dreamt
of becoming a psychiatrist?

Actually, I wanted to be an actress.

But my father wouldn't let me.

He was a psychiatrist. I followed
in his footsteps instead of my brother's.

I'm not interested in your private life.

Okay.

In which hospital did I recover
after my accident?

Sint Antonius.

Mie, I suggest you take your medication.
Your doctors know what's best for you.

Yes?

- I'm sorry, I booked this room.
- It's not a problem, we'll be done soon.

We are done.

ROMY IS DEAD
CHECK CAUSE CAR ACCIDENT

suicidal tendencies?

Mommaerts is hiding something
MEDICAL FILE?

SINT ANTONIUS
HOSPITAL

1207.

Hello. How can I help?

Hello. Can I have the number
for Sint Antonius hospital?

- Shall I put you through?
- Please.

Thank you.

Sint Antonius hospital.

Hello, I would like some information
regarding my sessions with Dr. Mommaerts.

- And your name is?
- Annemie D'Haeze.

When did the therapy take place?

After my accident, in...

In March.

I will check with the Psychiatric Unit
on Monday.

- After the weekend?
- The unit is closed. Is there a number I can call you back on?

A number...
Doesn't it come up on the display?

- Yes. I can see a mobile number.
- That's it.

- We'll get on to it. Enjoy your weekend.
- Thank you. Bye.

SINT ANTONIUS HOSPITAL
will call back

FOUR WEEKS
BEFORE THE DISAPPEARANCE

- Good afternoon.
- Good afternoon. I've come to collect my money.

- Your money?
- For my home visit.

I sent you an invoice and a reminder.

- You... You have been here before, right?
- Yes.

You knew my daughter was dead.

Of course your daughter is dead.

The problem is that she...
What was her name again?

Romy.

Some souls are unable to pass over
to the other side.

They are stuck in this world
because of certain unresolved matters.

You are dealing with unsolved matters.

She died in an accident, right?

- A car accident.
- Yes, I know.

Where you there too?

- What do you remember?
- Not a lot.

Ever since, my memory has been failing me.

Maybe Romy is here to help you.

To help you remember.

Maybe there are some things
you have to come to terms with first.

Was there a song you used to sing together?

We often played "This is what I am taking on my trip".

Perfect.

Connecting to a dead soul
is a lot like fishing.

I need something on my hook
to reel her in, to join us at the table.

Take my hands.

Close your eyes.

What are you taking on your trip?

This is what I am taking on my trip:
Mr Bear.

This is what I am taking on my trip:
Mr Bear and my cat.

This is what I am taking on my trip:
Mr Bear, my cat...

and Fristi.

This is what I am taking on my trip:

Mr Bear, my cat, Fristi and Mummy.

This is what I am taking on my trip:
Mr Bear...

my cat... Fristi...

Mummy...

and my storybook.

- I am going on a trip.
- And this is what I'm taking:

Mr Bear, my pussycat...

Fristi.

Mummy, my storybook.

And the moon.

This is what I am taking on my trip:
Mr Bear, my cat, Fristi,

Mummy, my storybook, the moon...

and clean knickers.

I miss you.

I miss you so much.

Mie?

Don't be sad.

Oh, Mummy.

- Don't be sad.
- No, no.

- Mie...
- Calm down.

You are here to wheedle money
out of people who are grieving.

Mie, for fuck's sake. Get out.

- Get out.
- Don't.

Stop. I asked for her help. Stop.

I swear, if I catch you here
one more time, I will kill you.

Mie, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Mie.

What are you doing?

- I don't know.
- Where are you going?

I just want to get away from you.

Everybody's lying.

Except for you, maybe.

What happened?

They let me believe
that my baby was still alive.

But she's gone.

She died in a car accident.

Hold me.

No.

We can't do this.

For your Bear Pit.

Maybe you can use it
to make another child happy.

- No, Mie. I want you to keep it.
- Please.

Keep it.

TODAY
DECEMBER 10TH

Is your daughter colour-blind?

Those colours are way off
for a seven year old.

FOUR WEEKS
BEFORE THE DISAPPEARANCE

ROMY IS DEAD
CAR ACCIDENT

Vronsky.

I've got something to tell you.

Vronsky, I've got something to tell you.
Listen.

Hey...

Sorry, old habit. Back home I have
a small library but a huge fireplace.

- Vronsky...
- Do you ever read the same book twice?

You were right. Romy didn't make
those drawings, I did.

To make myself remember.

Where is it? Here.

My family concealed my daughter's death.

"All happy families resemble one another.

Each unhappy family
is unhappy in its own way."

Tolstoy, Anna Karenina.

- Why do I always draw toilet brushes?
- Yes. And it's always the same one.

Mie, you've got mail.

- Thanks.
- Omar, there's something for you too.

- Open it.
- Yes.

I am sorry

The handwriting looks familiar.

No, you recognise it because it's not
the first letter you received.

Is it possible that I wrote these letters
to myself to make me remember?

But that's not your handwriting.

The same goes for the drawings.
It's not my style, but I did draw them.

"Their lies are so powerful
that eyes become blind."

The lies about Romy. That's obvious.

What does this mean? "I am sorry."
What do I have to be sorry for?

What did I do wrong?

Here.

"Suicidal tendencies. Car accident."

What if I caused the accident myself?

I could never leave her behind.
Maybe I wanted to take her with me.

Vronsky, apparently I have tried
to kill myself once before.

- Says who?
- Mommaerts.

It's in my medical file.

I need to speak to Benoit.

Could you ask Benoit
to bring me some matches?

Mie? It's just a little favour. Ask him
to bring me some matches. Mie.

Yes?

Hey.

Are you alright?

They said it was urgent.

Should I be worried, Mie?

Should I be worried?

What do you mean?

Today, I am the one
who gets to ask the questions.

Just answer yes or no, okay?

Yes.

Is there anything else
you haven't told me?

I'll take that as a yes.

What do you want to know?

Everything.

- The truth.
- Alright.

- You know the truth.
- Don't lie to me.

- I had an accident, yes?
- Yes.

Did I fall asleep?
Did I drive into a tree?

No.

They think I'm a suicide risk.

Apparently I have tried to kill myself
in the past. Is that true?

With pills?

- A couple of months before...
- We mustn't.

- Yes, we must.
- No.

A couple of months before your accident.

Yes.

Was I depressed?

Talk me through the accident.
Step by step.

We can't stress you out.
Please don't ask us to do this.

It was an accident, darling. It was awful,

but it wasn't your fault.

- Romy didn't have her seatbelt on.
- What did I do?

Don't let your own imagination
drive you insane.

- You heard what the doctors said.
- Mum, please.

I'm doing the best I can.

I also want you to come home soon.

Right.

Your mother is right, Mie.
Don't put strange ideas into your head.

Is there anything I can do?
Can I bring you something from home?

Darling?

Actually, there is.

My lavender shower gel.

And...

the toilet brush from the downstairs loo.

- A toilet brush?
- Yes, a toilet brush.

I want a clean toilet brush.

Okay.

DREAM

MURDER

What's going on with Mie D'Haeze?

NEXT WEEK

- I think we should go back into therapy.
- I don't think we need help.

- I want to see my medical file.
- You can't.

Search warrant.

- V is for...
- Vronsky's fire.

Benoit is flipping out.

Did we make love?

I think she already knows a hell of a lot.