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It's really unbelievable

that you alone took action against your professor.

-Respect. -Thank you.

I had lots of luck and help from Lotta and the others.

I'm proud of you.

Sis, it looks like our detective club in elementary school paid off.

Do you know Professor Lorenz?

People always cross paths in top-tier research.

-Small world. -Do you do research?

I'd be bored to death

if I had to watch cell cultures grow.

-Why? -I have a nose for talent.

I support visions like Charlotte discovering Jasper

and his Huntington's research.

Well, I just helped where I could.

You got that from your mother, but you got your instincts from me.

I research the application of ultrasound brain-computer interfaces

and other body regions with large numbers of nerve endings.

-Interesting. -Yes.

Mia, where do you see yourself in five years?

I don't know where I see myself in five days.

Maybe on the beach.

How you do feel about Homo Deus?

Genetically bolstering immune systems is a good idea,

but Lorenz lacks the moral compass for it.

I'm researching self-illuminating palm trees

that can be planted instead of lampposts

to reduce the yearly energy consumption by 35 terawatt hours.

Plus, it looks much nicer than the ugly, lifeless posts we have now.

What about naming it "The Eco Route"?

That's a radically new idea, isn't it, Wolfi?

Dad's investment motto.

We're hosting a founders' gala this weekend.

Yet again.

A few Nobel Prize winners,

new ideas for the future, and the neighbors.

-Swing by. -Thanks.

You can bring Ole.

I have to check my cal--

-I'm coming. -Mia?

Thanks for the invite, but I've had enough of Nobel Prize winners.

-What's your name? -Emma.

Mia.

Food.

A society is only as strong as its weakest link.

To our family and to making the weak stronger.

-To our family. -And our friends.

Excuse me.

This is the ladies' room.

I missed you.

I thought you went in to wait for me.

-Like last time. -What?

You stopped sending me pictures. You okay?

You've been so different all night.

No big deal to me.

-Do your parents know about us? -No.

You didn't want that because of Lotta.

-Or did you change your mind? -No.

I just wanted to be sure.

Let's go back.

When can we meet? You look like you could use some fun.

I'll call you, okay?

I know Lotta's father. He got me my scholarship.

He made sure the rules were relaxed.

-He got me out of Indonesia. -No need to help me. It's okay.

That's not what I meant. What are you planning?

I don't know either.

Maybe talk to Lotta.

And say her dad's a kidnapper without knowing if it's true?

What if Lorenz was bullshitting you to save her own ass?

I'm sure I was in that van with her.

Maybe it was one of your hallucinations.

No. Lorenz wants something.

If it really was Lotta's father, she has to prove it.

We're talking again tomorrow.

Okay.

I'll tag along.

I really have to go home.

I'll tag along?

I need a little more time.

I thought so.

But no harm in trying, right?

Good morning, Bebis.

For the first day of summer vacation,

I came up with something very special for us.

What is it?

Grandma? What?

Grandma?

I don't understand you.

Grandma!

Grandma!

Grandma!

FOR MY BEBIS

Hey.

Did you have a bad dream?

I'm forgetting my grandma.

I can't remember her voice anymore.

What's happening to me?

Maybe you'll remember tomorrow. Like a cloud. Boom!

And if not?

Then maybe you should see the doctor again.

Or talk to your therapist.

Yeah, I'll do that.

Thanks, Chen-Lu.

I spoke to my colleagues.

Do you know what a dissociative fugue is?

No.

In extreme cases, people take on a new identity from one day to the next.

They often run away and live elsewhere for weeks or months

with a different personality, but functioning normally.

Then, after a bit, they're back to their old selves.

They can't recall what happened in the meantime.

Is it curable?

Psychotherapy can help close individual memory gaps.

Piece the puzzle back together.

What could be causing this?

People with dissociative fugue are often faced with extreme situations.

Sometimes life-threatening situations which are inescapable.

They are the body's flight responses.

Or rather the mind's.

I forget things more and more.

Things…

that make me who I am.

Where I'm from.

My grandmother.

I have the feeling I'm forgetting who I am.

-Dissociative what? -Fugue.

Your subconscious flight instinct didn't take you far.

I wonder what my psyche was fleeing from.

Maybe Niklas?

Was your relationship so shitty?

-He left no lasting impression. -I'm in a rotten mood.

I need empathy, not dumb remarks.

Okay. Sorry.

Let's just forget it.

You're such an idiot.

What we're discussing is confidential.

I'll tell him afterwards anyway.

Is it fun in the bush league?

Beats disqualification and elimination.

Baron von Fürstenberg doesn't seem like a kidnapper.

Did you Google him and only find good ratings?

Why did he kidnap us?

He kidnapped me to propose a deal.

Seems a bit drastic. He could've just called.

He wanted to make sure I'd agree.

And me?

What did he do to me?

Von Fürstenberg…

Wolfgang…

funded everything I did.

All my research.

He knows about Homo Deus,

about your immune system,

that the project worked and was successful.

As a medical breakthrough, you're interesting for his other projects.

What kind of other projects?

-He didn't just fund me. -So?

Everyone knows he invests in science.

I don't mean your amateur research.

We discussed everything verbally.

There are no emails or bank statements with his name on them.

No evidence.

But Wolfgang documents everything very diligently.

By hand.

In a red, leather notebook.

That book is your best chance to get to the bottom of your memory loss.

I thought you helped no one but yourself.

I'm not helping you.

I need that book to prove he's behind it all.

To reduce my sentence.

I'm joining forces with you.

Partners?

You're dead if you screw me over.

I can live with that.

Where's the book?

Wolfgang works at home on the second floor.

I'd start there.

Think she's telling the truth?

No idea why, but…

yes, I believe her for some reason.

I have to find this book.

How?

Want to ask Lotta to let you in and help look?

I know someone who'll let me in.

Lotta's brother.

I had a thing with him. I think.

I wasn't faithful either.

Well, then…

Can you come up real quick?

Okay. How was I?

-What? -How was I the last three months?

You said I was different somehow.

Uli can't notice something's off, or he won't let me in his dad's office.

We were more relaxed.

I always am.

More open.

You always sought physical contact

when we talked to each other.

How?

Like this.

What else?

You

put your hand on my backside when we walked together.

Thanks, that was very

helpful.

Should I go?

-Good luck. -Thanks.

And be careful, okay?

Always.

WILL YOU SEND ME A GOOD-NIGHT SELFIE?

NEW CONTACT

FIRST NAME ULI

HOW ABOUT

YOU TAKE THE PHOTO YOURSELF TOMORROW?

-Ooh la la! Do you have a date? -No.

I just wanted to ditch my pity-party clothes and socialize.

Can you wait a sec? We can go together. I wanted to chat.

Sorry, I already have plans. Next time maybe?

Okay, but for real.

Have fun, you sexy thing!

Hey, sunshine.

-You all right? -Yeah, and you?

Yeah.

Hey.

Well,

welcome to our humble home.

Damn!

You get used to it.

You guys don't lack self-confidence, do you?

No.

Why should we? I mean…

Would you like a drink?

To celebrate you finally coming to visit me?

-I'd love one. -Yeah?

You know how to use these?

Yeah.

We've all hunted since we were kids.

But I'm a really bad shot, honestly.

Lotta's the best in our family. After my father.

We could shoot clay pigeons in the garden.

Next time.

Okay.

So, where's my drink?

Where's your drink? Oh, yeah!

-Here. -Thanks.

-Cheers. -Is that where the help lives?

It's an old brickyard.

On the verge of collapse. I'd rather show you my room.

Where are you going?

-Come on, show me around. -Okay.

You'll only find my parents' bedroom up there.

What's behind this door?

A whole lot of books.

Yeah.

I've suggested scanning them all and putting a little gym in here.

I think books are so sexy.

Okay.

This is my dad's office. We're not allowed.

Why not?

Because it's for working, not playing. That's why.

But you're not a kid anymore.

Don't you want to do something forbidden?

Not if Dad's the one who forbade it.

Sorry.

But it's not the only forbidden thing.

Yeah.

WHEN TIMER ENDS START

Okay.

Hold on. One sec.

Fuck! I totally forgot.

I have to go feed my hamster Willi at the university.

What? Now?

I'm so sorry. I'll call you.

But I ordered 200 glasses for the Fürstenberg Gala.

-Where do the tables go? -In the hall with the mirrors.

Jasper?

Do you have a suit?

Change of plans.

That's what you call casting pearls before swine.

Want your red book? I'll need a dress.

In this case, it's charity.

For the book.

-Good evening. -Thank you.

Thank you.

Whoa! Did you dress up as a man?

You look gorgeous.

Thank you.

They're all staring at you.

Because they think you're my girlfriend.

Well, I am.

Somehow.

Thanks for doing all this. It can't be easy for you.

It never was.

How dare you show up here?

-Do we know each other? -Do we?

Vera.

Uli's girlfriend.

Right! Hi, Vera.

Cut the act. I know what's up.

At least one of us does.

Mia, what are you doing here?

-It's fine. -Your dad invited me.

-You said you weren't coming. -Yes.

-You're still in contact? -No.

-Good evening. -We're not.

May I introduce you to my boyfriend, Niklas?

I thought you weren't coming.

I get that it's weird because you forgot again.

But we had cleared it all up.

-I didn't know you were coming either. -Surprise!

I'll look around.

Hey, give her a minute.

Shit.

She can't remember anything?

-No. -Well?

A wonderful evening to you all.

-Hi. -Hi.

Okay.

Mia! You came after all.

-Lovely. -Thank you for inviting me.

-Where are you headed? -The bathroom.

-It's downstairs. -It's in use.

It's urgent.

-Up there. Second door on the left. -Thank you.

-Can you walk in those shoes? -Of course.

Or do you want my hand?

Smile a little. You'll see. It's really cool.

I promise.

There.

Come in.

-Do you want to read to me or something? -No.

Baby, only those in the circle of trust are allowed here. Feel honored.

Is this your weird way of apologizing?

I'm sorry. I didn't know she was coming.

Not for that!

For having a thing with her.

-We've already cleared that up. -Yeah, before you invited her here.

I didn't invite her, my father did. I don't give a shit about her.

Come here.

What can I do to be forgiven?

Just take me seriously.

I do take you seriously.

You're so sexy when you're mad.

-Uli! -Hey.

You just don't get it.

What do you want me to say? I'm sorry.

I am sorry!

Just forget it.

Please stay.

Don't be such a drama queen.

You're so incredibly exhausting. It really is unbelievable.

LORD OF THE RINGS COMMENTARY

MIA MED STUDENT

DISSOCIATIVE FUGUE CLEAR MATCH

-These notes are confidential. -Yeah, about me.

Sweetheart, how are you now?

It'd be nice if you came anyway. Both of the kids are here.

We miss you.

Listen, Bernadette. Everyone's asking where my wife is.

Everyone loves you here.

Everyone's had a few drinks. No one will notice.

Yeah.

Think it over.

Mia, may I introduce you to Mr. and Mrs. Binder?

-Hello. -Hello.

Hello, it's a pleasure.

The Binders have a house on Gran Canaria.

I told them about you. They'd love to let you stay for a few weeks.

You can go to the beach and clear your head for radical ideas

and your future as a scientist.

It's around 20 degrees Celsius in January.

You showed tremendous civic courage, young lady.

-Thank you. -Feel free to bring your fellow students.

We have plenty of room.

Carlos can pick them up at the airport.

Definitely.

It's our old age home.

You have to ensure she never enters a lab again.

You can count on me.

Sorry. You've got something there.

Hey.

-Everything okay? -Can we go?

What's going on? Do you have the book?

Soon.

Your keys.

The man who kidnapped me at the lake,

he was at the party.

I remember.

He's the journalist I gave the data to.

What?

And my therapist, her notes are in the office.

It's true. Lotta's father is behind it all.

And now?

We find out what the bastard did to me.

What?

Hello.