All language subtitles for Marmorera.2007.GERMAN.READ.NFO.AC3.DVDRiP.XViD-PIEP

Look out!

Murderer.

It's gone.

- That was lucky.
- Strange. There's not a tree to be seen.

- The squirrel has no business to be here
- And you?

Hey. This is where my home village is.
Yours too, darling.

- Since last week.
- Otherwise you'd run me down, too?

Yes. Down with the Teutons.
And the rest of the foreign bastards!

I underestimated you. You're not only
a mean murderer but also a psychopath.

It's called psychiatrist. It sounds
similar but there's a slight difference.

All right.

The water roared, the water swelled,
a fisherman

sat beside...

Don't look at me like that. I promised
you Schubert after the summit of the pass

What have I married?

And as he sits there and as he listens,

the waves split and from the turbulent

water a watery woman bust up.

- Look.
- He cost me quite a packet.

- What?
- The romantic fisherman down there.

Did you think he was included
in the price?

And what did the squirrel cost you?

Almost a life. I mean, its life.

How's your Romansch, Dr. Cavegn?

Bad.

Hello.

Good morning.

Can we come in?

- My grandmother was a Cavegn.
- Marea Theresa.

Yes. Do you know where her grave is?

Come.

The top of the dam, where we are right
now, is 1684 metres above sea level.

The bottom of the lake about 80 m lower.

There's the village Marmorera.

When the water level is low,
the church spire shows above the water.

- Where?
- There! On Sundays at 10 the bells ring.

Look at the boat,

where's the fisherman?
- He's gone to ring the bells for you.

A photo... a photo...

Another one.

Simon, look!

Call the emergency!

They'll be here in 15 minutes!

Motta, examining magistrate from Savognin.
Did you find the dead lady?

Cavegn. My wife.

We've told the police everything.
I confirmed his death. I'm a doctor.

Cavegn from Marmorera?

Yes. Gian Cavegn was my grandfather.

- It doesn't sound like it.
- I was born and bred in Zurich.

- Does she go in the hearse?
- No, you take her down.

CASUALTY

Come on, Thomas.

Stop!

Stop! Hey!

Please warn me

next time you bring a hysteric
dead person.

Then I'll wear my running shoes.

Hello.

What would you like?

- Two grappas.
- We have enzian, tr�sch, apple schnapps.

Two apple schnapps, please.

And a black tea.

- Two.
- With milk.

Excuse me.

Didn't you see the fisherman in the boat?

I can't look out of the window all day.

Heart-warming, our home village.

- Where did you find him?
- Behind the old village road,

near the cemetery.

But he didn't quite make it.

Impossible. Nobody runs away with

acute hypothermia.

She does. And fast. Doesn't she, Conny?

Yes, it was incredible!

Good morning, Dr. Kovach.

Alexandra, thanks for coming so soon.
It's a strange case.

Almost a miracle.

Pulse and blood pressure are OK.

But look!

Did you mix up the order?

No, it's in the right order.

Like a poikilothermic animal,
her temperature

fluctuates with the environment.

Keep the change.

Thanks, goodbye.

Thank you.

That's how I pictured it.
It's nice, the old village.

I was born in this house.

And Marea there.

It's rising again.

- Water power.
- Don't listen to him.

Come and sit down, Giovanoli.
Do you want a beer?

Half sinking himself,

half pulled by her,

he went down and was never seen again.

You know Schubert?

- The old man was frightening.
- He's harmless.

The Schubert song. Strange.

He must have heard it
when we got out of the car.

The words aren't so easy to understand.

- He likes Schubert.
- You must know, Mr. Psychiatrist.

It was nice here, but let's go.

The same picture as on the ECG.

Obviously a technical problem.

Maybe the voltage collapsed.

Look, she's awake.

Temperature: 34.5.

Blood pressure and pulse suddenly stable.

- What's the matter?
- I feel so hot.

- I think I'm getting flu.
- Come on, I'll drive.

Ralph, we need a helicopter.
It's for a transfer.

- Rega 7 has taken off. Patient on board.
- Roger,

Rega 7. Have a good flight.

I think the monitor's given up.

Don't panic,

the radio's had it, too.

Rega 7 to ground control.
We have no radio contact.

Control centre? We're in contact again.
We're in Zurich.

Shit!

Cause of death?

Pulmonary oedema with respiratory arrest.

The line was wound round

his head and neck so exactly and tightly
suggesting a mechanical cause.

A possible scenario would be

that the line got caught in the outboard
motor, then pulled the fisherman

into the water and strangled him.
- Just a minute.

He was strangled by the fishing line?

This body was already full of water

before he was strangled, Mr. Motta.

The Americans call it a "freak accident".

Hey! Stop! Stay here!

Come along.

- Hello.
- Zurich Hospital. Here's a new patient.

Who's that?

This?

The great-great-great-grandfather
of Franz, whom I almost ran over

on the Julier pass today.

This is my grandfather Gian,
my grandmother Marea.

This is my mother as a child.

- You're the spitting image of him.
- That's what my mother always said.

This is shortly before Grandma's death.
She had an accident.

She drowned.

And your grandfather?

When they had to leave the village,
he started to work in the power station.

He died of an accident there.

100,000 volts. High-tension pylon.

When they got him down,
he was beyond recognition.

Thanks, that's enough for today.

You're cold.

It might be my turn next.

Yours? Out of the question.
I'll take damn good care of you, darling.

Drowned!
Young woman survived miraculously!

We have a new patient, Dr. Cavegn.

Professor? Oh yes?

Who?

- Her?
- You guessed.

Professor, that's impossible.

I recorded her death 3 days ago.

A resurrection like at Easter.

You old son of a bitch.

- He's waiting for you.
- Lozzo?

100 points. Are you cold?
Veronika, spring is here.

The birds are singing tralala...

Doctor...

Good morning, Mr. Lozzo.

You old son of a bitch.

Doctor, it's urgent.

How are you?

Doctor, I really should...

I know, Mr. Lozzo. It's a long time
since you felt the urge...

- No! No!
- Why no?

Drain the water.

I understand. You have to pass water.

Drain the water.

The water roared, the water swelled,

a fisherman sat beside

gazing...
- It's a nice tune, Mr. Lozzo.

Mr. Lozzo, please.

Thank you.

Nobody knows who it is.

What does that mean?
Fishbones in the stools?

EEG and ECG not correctly measurable.

Since Sunday her physical condition
has been normal. But she hasn't spoken

to anybody, she behaves stuporous.

There is a suspicion of catatonia.

You talk to her first.

Me? Why should I?

You've been chosen.

Hello, I'm Simon Cavegn,

the doctor who is treating you.

What's your name?

I see, you like to dance?

Are you a dancer?

Can you tell me where you come from?

Where you live?

It's hot, I know.
Tell me your first name.

The spitting image.

What...

is the spitting image?

You also know that tune?

Where do you know it from?

I'd like to record all our
conversations on video. Can I do that?

Will you give me your consent?

- OK.
- Thank you.

It's difficult to give a clear diagnosis.

The formal thought disorder obviously
suggests a form of schizophrenia.

She may know more than she admits.

She's putting it on?

It's difficult to say.

A few indications point that way.

Schubert's song.

- An old man from Marmorera...
- What?

...also quoted it.

We should buy a new camera.

What's wrong with it?

It has image interference.

You think she might have
lived up there?

Expand the biological data
so we can finally exclude brain damage.

If your assumption should be confirmed
during the next conversation

that the patient could have lived
up here, the inclusion of this

social environment would be advisable.
- That means I have to go back there?

Why not? Back to the roots.

Until we know who she is,

I'd like to give her a name.

How about Julia?

That's the mountain stream
that runs into the reservoir.

Like Romeo and Juliet?
Now go and pee.

Thanks.

Good morning, Magistrate. I'm Simon
Cavegn from Zurich University Clinic.

It's a strange coincidence, but the young
lady from the lake is now my patient.

She wanted to prove
that she couldn't be killed.

- You can say that again.
- Were you able to talk to her?

Who knows this lady?

Were you able to talk to her?

Not much.
But maybe you can help me.

There may be somebody in Marmorera or in
the vicinity who knows where she's from.

There aren't many people
in Marmorera who could know her.

What about the young lady's dress?

Could it be examined closely?

The young lady's dress?

You'd better ask at Savognin Hospital.
They'll know where it is.

Have a nice day.

Close the damn straps!

Get on with it! Quick!

Get out of the way!

- What's Julia doing outside?
- I don't know!

I've got to see to Lozzo,
or he'll bleed to death, damn it all!

How dreadful. I didn't know

a bladder could burst like that.

Don't you just wet your pants?

Normally, yes.

- And you can die of a burst bladder.
- No, it can't just have been the bladder.

They noticed that he had a lot
of water in his body.

In that case he drowned?

"The spitting image. "

The first thing she said to me.

No, you're mixing it up.
That's what I said to you.

She really was pretty,

and so young.

- I'm cold.
- You should see the doctor.

Grandma left these old discs
to my mother.

I used to listen to them as a boy.

Do you know this song?

"What's your mouth for?"

It's obvious what it's for.

A pretty dress.

What did you say?

A pretty dress.

By the way,

Julia's dress has disappeared.

It might have given us a clue.

Do you remember if the fisherman's
boat had an outboard motor?

I don't think so.

Maybe it did. Why?

I'm almost certain it didn't.

How did the fisherman die then?
He got wound up with it somehow.

The landlord in the restaurant
was strange, too.

They all were.
Perhaps we were suffering from shock.

Just a minute.

A dead woman is fished out of the lake
and they just sit there drinking beer.

Maybe they knew she'd turn up again.

The professor said it was
like at Easter. What is at Easter?

Of course. The resurrection.

- I think I feel sick.
- You think so?

- I don't know.
- Do you or don't you feel sick?

Nobody knows how she got here.

When we found her, she'd already
eaten 5 packets. All frozen.

We have the choice between an injection
or fish fingers. What do you suggest?

I feel sick.

It can't be the soup.

Or I'd feel sick, too.

You might have gastric flu coming on.

It comes in regular waves.

I've never had flu in my life.

Thomas, have you been dismissed?

The warrior of Bourbaki's army.

Did you win?

What about the lady from the lake?

They transferred her to Zurich.

Thank goodness.

- Why?
- What, why?

Why "thank goodness"?

Don't be cheeky, son!

This is only the beginning,

mark my words.

You and your old horror stories...

What? Look at your hands and your nut!

A faulty defillibrator,

an electric shock, that's all.

You'll learn

the hard way.

Do you remember me?

I'm Simon Cavegn. We danced together.

What's your mouth for...

What are you singing?

Me? I'm not singing.

- You just sang that hit song.
- Which one? Are you crazy?

I can't sing.

I need something stronger.
It hurts so much!

- What's the matter?
- Dad?

Talk!

Send an ambulance to the Marmorera
restaurant. Make it snappy!

Wrap up the dress
for the scientific service.

Cause of death?

Bolus death. The irritation of
the nervus vagus led to cardiac arrest.

And all the water? No sign of violence?

He didn't swallow a dress voluntarily.

Some people swallow stones,
tufts of hair, all sorts of things.

Women's dresses, too.

So it's starting again where you're from?

What is?

The evil spirit business.

When did you feed that woman last?

You know the canton is economizing.

- Did you see that?
- See what?

- Didn't you see it?
- What?

The landlord from
the restaurant up there.

What?

Yes, now I saw it.

- Paula, what did you see?
- Stop it.

This isn't a joke.

I saw the landlord of the Marmorera
restaurant in this video.

Dead. Stone dead.
On the pathology table.

- Do you think I'm crazy?
- No.

Good morning, Julia.

Where's this camera's remote control?

What's the mouth for?

- What?
- For kissing is healthy, and more.

Postmortem report of Sylvana Meyer,
forensic medicine, Chur.

- What?
- The body, J�rg Palottas, Marmorera.

Age: 55. Outer inspection: 1.82 m,
84 kg. Slightly deformed physique.

I can't look out of the window all day.

Can you tell me where...

you know J�rg Palottas from?

I can't hear any postmortem report.

Or anything else.
She's moving her lips, but...

Listen, Professor.

I'm quite certain.

I stood next to her and heard her...

That's why you're recording it,
Dr. Cavegn.

Julia seems to possess a tremendous
power of suggestion. She made somebody

film her last night while she was eating,

without him remembering it.

I saw pictures on the monitor yesterday
that didn't seem quite...

Go on.

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

That may be a case for supervision.

Do you feel capable of continuing
your work with Julia?

You're the only one she responds to.

That's a good idea of yours
to go to Marmorera.

Go tomorrow, then you can have
a look around at Lozzo's funeral.

A strange case, this Lozzo.
I mean from a medical point of view.

Will Lozzo be buried in Marmorera?

I didn't know either.
But he was born in Marmorera.

Lozzo was my patient, too.

The water swelled,
a fisherman sat beside...

Is everything OK?

Don't despair, Dr. Cavegn.
Such things happen, that you overlook

the place of birth of a patient.
It isn't all that important, is it?

Did you go to the doctor?

Nothing apart from a few hallucinations.

I should go to a psychiatrist, but
I'll see three at supervision tomorrow.

Do you know what Julia sang?

"What's your mouth for?"

What do you say?

Hasn't she got it from you?

Excuse me...

My name is Simon Cavegn.
I'm the doctor who treated Rudolf Lozzo.

- I wanted to...
- Come on, join us.

He's the grandson
of Marea Theresa Cavegn.

He's the spitting image
of his grandfather.

Come on, this seat has become vacant.

- Don't you want to take your coat off?
- No thanks.

- I've got a cold.
- The landlord Palottas wasn't quite

cold yet when he pushed up the daisies.

Just a minute. Mr. Palottas?

I'm sorry,

I thought this was
the funeral meal of Mr. Lozzo.

Mr. Lozzo was my patient.

Heaven or hell?

He's right.

We could take leave of Lozzo
and Palottas at the same time.

When did Mr. Palottas die?

Yesterday.

And... at what time?

Yes?

That's right.

No, not again!

Yes, that's right.

Thank you.

No, switch off the turbine.

Eat, your soup will get cold.

What was in it?

No, not again.

Fuck all!

I'm coming!

I'm coming!

I'm sorry, I have to go
down to the valley.

There's a problem
at the power station. See you later.

Does anybody here know
the young lady we found in the lake?

And from the turbulent water
a watery woman bursts up.

Giovanoli, shut up!

Up there strange things

happen at times. We say...

it's like an epidemic.

Of accidents.

It's catching.

Will you shut up!

What will Dr. Cavegn think about us?

He can think what he wants

as long as he can!
- I'm sorry.

But you're used to all sorts in your job.

He's got a dangerous job.

Queder's job is even more dangerous.

We could end up with
cut meat Zurich style.

More like Bolognese!

Do you all sing in the choir?

What choir?

Mr. Queder!

Hey, you! What are you doing here?
This isn't a public place!

I'm looking for Mr. Queder.

- Where is he?
- Down below, where the turbines are.

- Can I call him?
- Yes, you can.

Gieri? What's up?

It's for you, Andrea.

Mr. Queder?

Yes.

Who's speaking?

What's up?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.

It's nothing.

How the sun's rays are waning...

Shit!

Postmortem report of Sylvana Meyer,
forensic medicine, Chur.

It is very likely the body of
Andrea Queder from Marmorera.

Who are you? Who?

Height and weight can no longer be deter-
mined due to the mutilation of the body.

Who's calling?

What's up?

It's me. She's in my apartment.
Of course. Come and fetch her.

Don't ask questions. Just do it.

Thanks.

Oh no.

Did you take these photos?

Paula, she...

she broke out and wanted
to come and see me. That's all.

This madwoman comes here. She destroys
our apartment and wears my wedding dress.

And you stand there in your pants
and say "That's all"?!

I... I...

Are you mad?

Things happen...
that haven't yet taken place.

The photos of Palottas autopsy.

Last night

we saw pictures of Palottas' body
at a time when he couldn't yet

have been in the pathology department!

You know that this is nonsense.

Of course I know it. No.

- She knows it.
- What does she know?

Julia knows beforehand that the men
will die and how they will die.

She's a kind of...

clairvoyant.

She also sings the same songs
from these old discs...

And Queder...

Call the clinic immediately!

This morning on my way to the clinic
I bumped into Mrs. Zobel again.

Quite chirpy.

I plucked up courage and asked her
what important business she had

so early every morning.
Then she told me

that her father had blocked
all the toilets in the clinic

and that she had to go to another clinic
to be able to defecate safely.

That reminds me of Lozzo
and his faeces orgy. Poor devil.

We are born between faeces

and urine.
- Saint Augustine, right?

He was on the road to recovery.
Thanks to Simon he was beginning

to get to know the sunny side of life.

It was so peaceful right now.

I'm sorry,

I had an emergency.

I'm sorry, we really can't explain...

Let's talk about it afterwards.

Well I never!

Private talks at the supervision.
Let us hear it.

In a nutshell. One of my patients

devastated my apartment,

now I'm here instead of tidying up.

How do you feel?

Super. But our colleague Rand
doesn't feel at ease about it.

Tell us about it, Michael.

This patient simply disappeared
from a closed ward and turned up

in the bath of her psychiatrist.
A fucking feeling.

That brings us back to our subject.
This supervision is not reliable.

This is like a Bolognese.

In the lab you can tell if it's
beef or pork but it's difficult to say

if it's filet, shoulder or knuckle.

And let's not talk about
how he got into the turbine.

This is all that's left of him.

No doubt an accident.

No doubt.

Now it's your turn.

Mine?

Why didn't you want to talk about it?

Would you have?
I'm not at all credible in this case.

Why?

Michael, things are happening.

These terrible accidents,
the image interference, the songs...

There's something about that Julia.

Simon, you're hallucinating.

Your symptoms couldn't be more classic.

You should have seen her in the bath.

Waiter! We're drowning. Two more beers.

Michael, see that?

Where? I can't see anything.

- Why didn't I think of it sooner!
- Where?

Not there. There!

Sirens,

water nymphs, mermaids...

That's it!

No water nymphs.

You're drunk. Let's go home.

There are no water nymphs here, come on.
There are fish.

- You're drunk, too.
- Yes, but I can't see any water nymphs.

Cooey.

Were you thirsty?

Very thirsty.

Feeling better?

It was a hard day. I'm sorry.

I tidied up.

I love you.

Hello, Sandra.

Did you go out yesterday?

Hello, Michael.

- Where is she?
- Having a bath, she's a water nymph.

- You were quite tight yesterday.
- And you drank water?

She just doesn't want to
leave the bathroom. Good luck.

No, no, stop. Come back.

Good morning, Julia.

Can I come in?

Are you back in the lake?

Do you know this lady?

Do you know her?

Or him?

Do you know him?

Well?

Did she take you for a ride again?

Is everything OK?

Don't ask.

Wait, Simon.

Motta, an examining magistrate,
called just before.

Queder from the power station.

He's dead.

He fell into a turbine
short before noon yesterday.

You're a bit too early, Simon.

Mr. Giovanoli.

- What a coincidence. I wanted to see you
- It was foreseeable.

Power failure?

- I don't have electricity.
- Why not?

How can you ask?

The families from Marmorera.

I've been working on this one
for 53 years.

Death comes in waves.

You know the young lady from the lake.

- Did she live in this area?
- Those who live here are in the photos.

Resistenza.

The opponents of the dam.

Marea was against it.

Gian was for it.

It must have been difficult for the two.

Especially for her.

But it was he who decided.

But all that money from Zurich
didn't make him happy

when he lost his wife to the lake.

- What do you mean by that?
- The beginning of an...

epidemic of accidents.

Water power.

The Lord lets water in at the top
and electricity comes out at the bottom.

A damn good business.

Water power.

Up here we say:

Curse follows blame.

Life requires patience.

Blame? What kind of blame?

Because you accept the project for a dam?

And he and he and he are still alive.

They all left. USA, Australia,
South America.

And those who stayed in Switzerland...

Only those who live up there
or in Zurich.

What are the red dots for?

Those are the supporters
and their descendants.

Who's next?

In my generation it's now 1 to 1.

- But it's been worse.
- What, 1 to 1?

Which one of these is next?

The old hunter Sonderegger?

Only she knows.

Listen well to her.

But then all those who use electricity
from up here would get their turn.

The whole of Zurich.

I never thought about that.

- What do you mean by that?
- That you're right, Simon.

This was only the beginning.

You'll have to excuse me,
I've got work to do.

Mr. Giovanoli?

Can I give you a lift?

Yes, please.

Finished work?

Why did you come back?

I came to see Giovanoli.

Is he the only one without electricity?

- Did he pester you with his old stories?
- No.

But there seems to be an old curse
up here. Tell me about it.

I only know what my mum told me.

Marea was a young woman
full of the joy of living.

Those were different times.

When she and her husband had to move to
Bivio, she became more and more depressed.

They said it was because she was
in the family way. But it wasn't

the baby that made her melancholy.

Was it an accident?

This is where I live.

Which one of these is next?

The old hunter Sonderegger?

Information?

I'm sorry to disturb you so late.
I'm Dr. Cavegn.

I'd like to see Mr. Sonderegger.

It's urgent.

Room 36.

What's the matter?

Do you need it in writing,
registered or COD?

Go in!

Mr. Sonderegger,

it's me, Simon Cavegn.

We met at the funeral meal in Marmorera.

- Don't you remember me?
- It isn't loaded.

Mr. Sonderegger,
you can put your gun down.

The doctor won't harm you.

It's OK, thank you.

Did you stuff them?

I didn't only stuff them, young man.

Do you remember Marea Theresa Cavegn?

I shot that one

for Marea Theresa.

On 18 September 1949.

When did you last see Marea?

She spoke to him,

she sang to him,

then all was done for him.

Well then, Mr. Sonderegger.

I've had enough of this bullshit.
Give me that gun or I'll call

the police!

Give me that fucking gun!

All right, take it.

Leave,

we want to have coffee.

What sunburn!

Stop talking.
Let's make a good coffee.

Nelly, will you have one?

Don't!

The young man's right.

Coffee at this time will keep you awake.

I, too, would be glad if you went.

What's the matter with your face?

Sonderegger is dead, too.

A patient?

One from Marmorera. It's logic.

Are you starting with that again?

They all come from Marmorera!
The fisherman,

my patient Lozzo, the landlord Palottas,
his son Thomas, Queder, Sonderegger.

And I! I should say: We!

People die every day.

That's right. But now I know
that those weren't accidents.

- Which ones?
- All of them!

Like an old curse.

And the old man up there
keeps accounts meticulously.

A whole wall is papered
with the epidemic of accidents.

- You went to Marmorera?
- Yes!

These people really die. They die.
And I know that they die.

I know when they die
and now I know how they die.

I knew it all...

beforehand.

I'm...

in the know.

- What are you talking about?
- Resistenza, Cotgalva.

Only one opponent of the dam is left:
Giovanoli. Hardly any of the supporters.

They're old anyway and dying out.

But their descendants! Their descendants!

The descendants of the supporters.

Our honeymoon to the Grisons
had a good side to it.

I'm pregnant.

You could show you're pleased.
But only if you want to.

The timing couldn't be better.

The family tree. Our child.
We can't stay here. We have to leave.

- Why?
- Don't you understand?

You're hungry.

I can get us something to eat.

Don't switch it on.

Julia, stop that. Come down.

Falling in love again...

What are you singing,

Marea?

I'm singing it for you, Gian.

Tell me, who is the next one?

- There's only one.
- And the others?

Rizzi, Lozzo, Palottas, Sonderegger?

We've put that behind us.

- There are three on the list.
- Do you keep inventing new ones?

Have I invented it all?

I explained that about Gregor.

The old hunter?

I can't help it if he runs after me.

I returned the antlers to him
when you asked my hand in marriage.

Don't you know?

Don't you remember? You're my great love.

You always were.

Why did Sonderegger have to die?

Stop it!

Oh God!

When I addressed her as Marea,
she answered me.

Therefore I was right.
She must have lived in Marmorera.

Because she knows details about my life
that only Giovanoli

knows about.

She takes refuge in a role play

where I play my grandfather Gian
and she plays my grandmother Marea.

My investigations in Marmorera prove
that when the village was flooded in 1954

my grandmother went into the water.

Julia acted according
to the example of Marea.

- Her affinity for water is evident.
- That sounds very interesting.

But there's something I don't understand.

She doesn't talk.

- Julia doesn't talk.
- Of course she talked.

- We often talked. Look at the videos.
- But you agree with me

that she doesn't talk in the recording.

She talks in the recordings.

Julia can't talk.

But, Professor, I spoke to her!

Your patient can't talk!

The results of the PET.
I don't know what you heard.

It wasn't Julia anyway.

Impossible.

Look at the speech processing areas.

You agree that these results
exclude Julia's faculty of speech.

Mr. Cavegn,

you suffer from hallucinations.

What about the dead? What about
the deaths? Did you see how they died?

- Why doesn't anybody investigate?
- Dr. Cavegn!

If you had examined your patient better
instead of working as a detective,

you'd never have had this crazy idea!

- Take a break of one to two weeks.
- What?

Relax. You're shattered.

Oh, Dr. Schoch,

nice that you're here already. May I
introduce you to Dr. Simon Cavegn.

This is Dr. Schoch, neurologist.
She'll replace you while you're away.

- Are you also from Marmorera?
- Me? No, why?

Hello, Doctor, hello.

- Mr. Palottas?
- Hello.

- What are you doing here?
- I applied for a job as a male nurse.

Here? With us?

That won't do. Julia is too dangerous.
I'm sure she's responsible

for all the deaths.
Your father's too.

You talk like the old fool
in our village.

Your life is in danger, believe me.

Stop the horror stories. Or do you see
the church spire above the water?

She's come back.

She has a room up there.

I have to go.

Why stare?
Have you never seen a madman in here?

Falling in love again,
never wanted to.

Stop it!

Love's always been my game,
play it how I may.

Falling in love again,
never wanted to.

Love's always been my game,

play it how I may.

Suddenly everything became as clear
as daylight, and I didn't think

for a moment that my parents had raced
into Lake Zurich 20 years ago

when they were stone-cold sober.

"A tragic accident claims two lives. "

The beginning of the epidemic
of accidents.

- Mr. Motta?
- I'm sorry to disturb you but...

You go to a few funerals and 10 years
later they turn the shipbuilding

into a theatre. My father worked here
in shipbuilding for 40 years.

And now they're playing Hamlet.

I always wanted to go on a long cruise.
You should fulfil your dreams

as long as you can.
I've bought a ticket for the Queen Mary.

It costs a fortune,

but you never know how long you'll live.

I'd better be going or...

What have you got there?

Why did you come to me?

Doctor, will you do us a favour?

"Us"?

Us and your wife.

Go away.

Leave this town.

I'd better hurry or...

Men cluster to me
like moths around a flame.

...moths around a flame?
- And if their wings burn...

- Moths?
... I know I'm not to blame.

Mr. Motta!

She grilled him! She just grilled him!

Grilled? What was grilled?

Motta!

Let's go!

What are you doing?

Let's leave. Now!

No, we're not leaving.

We live in this house
and we're staying in this house!

- Our child!
- We're under no threat!

We're under no damn threat.

- Why don't you stop with this?
- And what's this? These are burns!

Where do they come from?

Where do they come from?

You're exaggerating, Motta.

Incredible.

As if she could breathe under water.

Pearl divers can dive only half as long.

Slowly, very good,

keep in line, to this side at the back.
Marina, that's good.

Please stand. Very good.

Wasn't that young Palottas?

Thomas doesn't come here anymore.

Where's Marea Theresa buried?

Where?

She was never found.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

6, 7...

What are you doing?

Who are you?

How did she get in here?
Thomas, get her out!

- Me?
- Who else?

Go on!

He's going into the lake.

Pack your bathing trunks,

leave your will at home

and then off into the reservoir!

Why doesn't anybody stop him?

What can you do?

Ladies and gentlemen, here we go.
The water nymphs of the Limmat

have started their programme
which is in tune with

the unbelievable capacities
of their first siren Julia.

She just can't stop.
Like a fish in water.

An ordinary mortal nymph of the Limmat

would take breath now,

but not Julia.

It is simply unbelievable.

I'd better be going.
I've got a lot to do.

Thank, Thomas.

Where's Thomas?

I'm here.

Can you hear me?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Cavegn. Even after
waking up from the coma, your husband

still seems to be suffering from the same
mania that made him go into the lake.

In technical jargon:
Acute polymorphic psychotic disorder.

I fear he'll try it again
if he doesn't get professional care.

But I'll take him home
for a day tomorrow.

My little prophet. It's Christmas!

When is it due?
A surprise for Christmas?

She'd be here a few weeks too soon.

It's a "she".

I wish you all the best
and Happy Holidays, Paula.

Where are you off to, Romano?

I can give you a lift, Rosa.

I have to go to the lowlands.

- Hello.
- Hello. Have you forgotten something?

- My husband.
- His grandfather came for him.

His grandfather? What did he look like?

An old man, grey hair. From the Grisons.

Thank you.

You'll be surprised.

Everything is just like

you said it would be.

What are you doing here?

Zurich?

You were right.

It was all a bit easier in Marmorera.

I suppose it works

according to urban districts.

You really believe in it?

Goodbye, Giovanoli.

I'm sorry.

- I had to say goodbye to somebody.
- Then we can go home now.

Yes, back home again.

Go on, ultrasound.

Well, did you like it?

Another plate?

Mr. Cavegn?

A phone call for you.

Simon, she's come back.

Where's she going?

Look, now you can see the church spire.

Mrs. Cavegn, has she already got a name?