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I promise you, we will make deadline.

She just had a bit of a rough patch, it's no big deal

She's back on track.

I know. And I if can, I will try to get her out of here.

We will find a new environment, yes.

Don't worry, it's gonna be fine.

I promise you she's ready right now. I can see her.

Yes, she's right here. Have I ever lied to you before?

All right.

All right.

Good-bye.

Going out?

Yeah.

I have a meeting. I'll tell you about it later.

Darling.

You will never guess who I met today.

I met the most amazing author.

I mean, this guy, he is a true chameleon, just like you.

And you would...

really enjoy meeting him.

Two months is all we have left.

They already gave us an extension.

If we don't deliver on time...

they're gonna tear up the contract.

- I know, I know, I know. I just--

I can't find my style anymore.

It's like I can't tell the difference between the books

that Norman wrote...

from the books that I wrote.

Exactly.

And that's why they're paying you so handsomely.

Yeah, but it's not the same.

It's like...

with Norman's books, I could...

feel the emotion behind the words.

Sweetheart, you're not taking your pills.

Sweetie, you're inconsistent.

I'm telling you, if you don't take your meds...

if you don't take them, you're never gonna get over what

happened to you.

Max, I can't remember anything anymore.

It's like there's nothing inside of me except this...

big, dark void.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I know this has gotta be really...

- really hard on you, too. - It's okay.

And I do appreciate you buying more time for me.

What are we gonna do, Max?

Well, I don't know.

I mean, you're the one that has to--

No.

No, I'm asking you...

what are we gonna do?

We get this guy to finish the book...

and we deliver on time...

and I promise you, no one will know the difference.

And then for the next one, who knows.

Or...

we go back.

Have a drink.

You okay?

- Yeah.

I'm a little tired, but I'm fine.

You?

- You did the right thing coming back here, Alice.

One must confront the past, even when memories are painful.

- Even when one has no memories? - Especially when one

has no memories.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry I wasn't here to greet you.

I just went to town to get some groceries, and thought that--

- No problem. Everything is exactly how we

left it last year, which is perfect.

Nothing ever really changes around here.

The agency tells me your name is Sarah? Sara?

- Sara. - Sara. Perfect.

This is my lovely wife, Alice.

- Pleasure.

- And the agency also tells me

that you're live-in, which is great.

That means all you have to worry about is getting better and

finishing the book.

Thank you for the flowers, Sara.

White roses are my--

Favorite. I know, ma'am.

I'll go get the luggage from the car.

- Oh, no, don't bother.

I'll grab them. I'm gotta make a phone call anyway.

Why don't you take Alice to her room.

I'll just put this in the kitchen.

Don't worry, Alice.

Everything will be just fine, you'll see.

I heard you're a writer.

Not really, no.

I'd like to be, but--

- So, what do you do?

- No, actually I do write...

but I don't have anything to show.

Do you understand? Not really.

I write what other people tell me to write...

under their name.

In America they call us ghost writers.

Well, it still sounds interesting.

Do you read?

I mean, do you enjoy reading?

Not a lot.

Magazines mainly.

Sometimes a few bestsellers.

Oh well, do you know Norman Dunst?

Only by name.

So, are you from around here?

Yeah, born and raised.

I've never even been abroad.

Really?

Yeah, I'd like to go to Los Angeles and become an actress.

I just can't bear the thought to spend the rest of my life

on this island.

Yeah.

Oh, no, leave it!

I'll take care of it. Thank you.

Okay, well, I'm done here.

Would you like me to run your bath?

No. No.

Actually, I think I'm gonna lay down for a little bit.

Of course, yeah.

Oh, no, actually, maybe... I'll write a little bit,

because that is why I'm here, is to write.

But you can go. I'm fine.

Thank you.

Okay.

You know, it would've been funny outsourcing the book that was

outsourced to you.

Funny?

How?

Babe, come on, where did your sense of humor go?

Passing somebody the job that somebody passed to you and

then everyone running to the book store to go and buy it,

lining up to buy it. That's Marx Brothers stuff.

How is Norman anyway?

You know, I wouldn't be surprised if we woke up one

morning, turned on the news

and found he'd killed his entire family with a kitchen knife.

Sadly, that would also be the end of us.

Babe, I'm joking.

Come on, he's always wasted.

The only thing keeping him alive is you.

I'm sorry, I'm just...

tired.

Yeah, I understand.

Go to bed, okay?

Is this really my house?

I mean, how is it that I can't remember anything?

You were in a coma for two weeks.

I know, but it's just like...

gone.

I'm scared, Max.

I know.

Come on, let's go to bed.

Okay.

Max.

Max, I can't find my pills.

I know I packed them, but I can't find them anywhere.

Okay. Uhm-

I have Dr. Monroe's prescription.

I'll go to the pharmacy tomorrow.

Just try to get some sleep, all right?

Hello. Hello.

Okay, three of those, please.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

- Thank you. Bye.

Good morning, ma'am. Coffee?

- Yes, please.

And don't call me ma'am.

I feel old.

Call me Alice.

Of course, ma'am.

Oops. I mean, Alice.

Fresh orange juice, fruit salad, low fat yogurt.

I hope it's okay.

It's perfect. Thank you.

Jesus, Alice!

What happened?

There was somebody in the bathroom there staring at me!

There's nobody here. There's nobody here.

It's me, okay? Relax.

Are you sure of what you saw?

Yes, there was somebody staring at me.

Listen, maybe it's just memories resurfacing.

It could be a flash, okay? Don't worry about it.

Look, here are your pills.

Just take one.

Thank you.

Relax, darling, relax.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Thank you.

So, you are him?

Basically, you think and feel like him?

Would you like to explain to me how it works?

I read all of his books, until he could no longer write them.

The publisher sends me outlines, like summaries of the plot,

with loads of notes on them, and we have a few meetings with the

editors, and I get to work.

And I promised to tell no one what I just told you.

Wow.

Is it hard?

Writing under someone else's name,

I felt freer than I ever have.

Do you know what I mean?

And why don't you write books in your own name?

Oh, well, I'm not that type of person.

I don't have in me to create stories or characters.

I'm better at imitating.

I find that hard to believe.

Besides, what's the difference really?

Identity is such a abstract concept.

I mean, even when we are ourselves, we are imitating

others subconsciously.

When you write, how do you know how far to push yourself?

I mean, don't you have to empathize with your characters

in order to make it work?

Norman used to say, "All characters must have

their reasons, but also their secrets."

You think?

Did you know that this is my house?

And I have absolutely no memory of it, nothing.

Last year, when I was here with my husband Max...

I was working on one of his books...

and I got into this terrible car accident on the coastal road

nearby.

I went into a coma...

and two weeks later, I woke up in a hospital in LA..

At least, that's what they told me happened.

Who did they tell you to be?

No, I'm only joking.

I know you are you.

I really have to get back to work.

Thank you for the chat.

Thanks for the juice.

Are you in love with your husband?

Wow...

What a question.

Did he make a pass at you?

Well, I wouldn't blame him.

You are beautiful.

I shall read the book.

Thank you.

Claudia.

How are you?

You've got the wrong person.

It must be you. It's been a while,

but I would never forget a face just like yours.

I'm sorry, you're mistaken.

Good morning, Alice. Since you weren't coming down,

I thought I'd bring you the breakfast in bed.

Careful, it's hot.

Is something wrong?

Oh, please, Sarah, it's just embarrassing.

I have no idea of what you're talking about.

Listen, let me make myself clear.

There are many things that I will tolerate, but not this.

I'm going to have to speak to my husband.

She's just a girl from town.

Is she your girlfriend?

No.

Are you in love with her?

Why were you looking at me like that?

I'm sorry, it's...

I guess...

instead of just being shocked to see you, I got more excited.

Well, don't bring her around here anymore.

Understood?

Of course, yeah.

So, how are you feeling?

Like someone who goes for the first time to a place

they've already been.

Like déjà vu.

Probably.

Thank you.

Thanks.

What do you think of her?

She seems really nice.

Did she tell you about her plans to come to LA

and become an an actress?

Another actress in LA?

Original.

I know, right?

Oh! Tomorrow morning I have to go to London.

It'll only be a few days.

Oh, really, what for?

Contacts, PR.

While we're here in Europe, everyone's in London.

Okay.

Right. I'm gonna go read.

Your husband didn't drink his coffee?

Why don't you have it?

Please, sit down.

I didn't tell you, when I was here last year, when I got into

that terrible crash...

...someone died.

At times, the thought of it absolutely devastates me.

And at other times...

I get the feeling that they just made it all up...

to fool me, so that I would no longer be in control

of myself...

and they could exploit me.

You really don't remember anything?

I wish I could help you.

I know.

I can tell.

To new friendships.

And new beginnings.

Hi.

I'm not gonna jump, in case that's what you were thinking.

What if I wanted to push you?

I guess you didn't think about that.

Nobody's out here...

and the current is so strong that it could be months before

your body washed up.

And just why would you do such a thing?

People do things for the strangest reasons.

I don't think I could ever intentionally harm anyone.

That's what they all say.

We are good people because there's no incentive.

But when there is one,

usually that's when things get more complicated.

Wow. Uhm...

Should I be impressed or scared?

Up to you.

Are you American?

Yeah.

How could you tell?

Your eyes.

Of course.

Silly me.

Well, I won't steal more of your precious time.

You look exhausted. You want a ride?

Well, thanks for the ride.

That was very kind of you.

Instead of murdering me, you gave me ride home.

Well, don't get used to it.

Oh, you're back.

I've prepared the bath for you.

Thank you.

What do you prefer?

Lemon verbena or milk and honey?

You decide.

Milk and honey, sweet and warm.

So, I was thinking.

About what?

There's a place I want to take you to.

I wanted to give you a present.

A present, for what?

Just because.

For being you.

Where are we going?

You're just gonna have to wait and see.

So, you're really keeping me in suspense here.

It's a surprise.

I know, but I hate surprises. Tell me where we're going.

Okay, I'm thinking about your scar...

the way you always try to hide it.

Everything has a beauty.

In a scar, you just haven't found it yet.

And?

A tattoo?

Something small, delicate, maybe even a flower.

I thought that perhaps changing it into something beautiful...

could help you accept what happened that night, you know?

That when you look at it, you'll be reminded of the beautiful

things in life.

That every day is worth living for.

Maybe sometimes you look at it and think of me.

Max would kill me if I got another tattoo.

It's okay. I'm sorry, it was a stupid idea.

- Let's go!

Come on.

It's perfect.

For the first time in ages, I feel so alive...

and it's all because of you.

I'm taking you shopping.

Let's go spend some cash.

Now look what we have here.

Now that is a fine piece of ass.

You two look like you're up for a good time.

How's about we go get ourselves some drinks, huh?

Get out of our way.

Or what? You gonna hit me with your purse?

I said get the fuck away from us.

Aren't you a feisty little bitch.

You know what we do to smartass cunts where I come from?

Ooohhh!!

- Run!

Come on!

That was amazing.

You are incredible.

Well, I don't know about you, but I sure need a drink.

You want one?

No, thank you.

So...

Why don't you put on this little number?

I wanna see if it looks how I pictured it in my mind.

Have you been thinking about me?

In ways you wouldn't even imagine.

Well, tonight we're going to switch things around.

Oh, really?

I decide when you touch me.

Tell me you want me.

I want you, Sara.

And now I'm going make love to you.

I want you to watch.

Hello.

Darling, you're still sleeping?

What time is it?

- It's almost noon. Did you have a rough night?

Actually...

I don't even remember the last time I slept this long.

Look, I have some really bad news.

Norman tried to kill himself.

Norman what?

He tried to commit suicide and he almost succeeded.

- Oh, my God. - Yeah he's really in bad shape.

Look, I can't talk right now, but...

I'll tell you everything when I get home, all right?

Yeah, yeah.

Sara.

Sara?

Sara?

Hello?

Sara?

Hello, it's Sara. I can't get this call right now

but leave message and I'll call you back.

Goddammit!

Sara?

- I wanted to give you a present.

- I feel so... alive.

Are you okay?

What are you doing here?

You dropped something yesterday.

I found it near your gate, and I thought...

Must have fallen from your pocket.

I don't think so. I didn't have anything in my--

pocket like - This is my handwriting...

but I have no recollection whatsoever what this--

I'm sorry, can I offer you a drink?

Yeah, I would love one.

My...

my apologies.

I'm really not very good company right now,

and I just...

I don't feel so good.

Do you live here alone?

Ehm... No, no, no.

There's my husband, Max...

but he's away on a business trip.

And there's a woman who works here, but she must've gone out

to get some...

groceries.

What is it that you are suffering from?

At the moment, everything.

But I think that people are more beautiful when they suffer.

- Really? - Yeah.

I think that happiness is a false myth.

Well, I got to go. So...

I'll leave you to your suffering.

You haven't even touched your drink.

I don't like iced tea.

Oh, God, Sara!

Sara, where have you been?

I couldn't find you, and you phone was switched off!

Do you know this guy?

Listen, I have to tell you something.

Who is he?

Who cares?

Norman tried to commit suicide.

Your writer.

Yes! Yes, and I'm absolutely devastated.

I mean, I didn't think I would feel this way because I've met

him once or twice... but then couldn't find you,

and I started having hallucinations outside.

I'm not sure if they were hallucinations or if they were

just memories coming up...

but I am really - I am not well, Sara.

Everything is going to be fine.

No, but I feel odd, okay?

I feel a little bit odd.

Like I'm turning into him or maybe he's turning into me.

It's just really confusing.

But you're not him and you're not dying.

Hello.

Hi, Detective. I did the test.

And so?

Who did you get the pill from? Definitely not from a doctor.

What do you mean?

Well, they aren't exactly antidepressants.

So, what's in it? Valium laced with LSD.

Whoever uses these pills is in for a really bad trip.

Hey.

Hey, what happened?

Hi. I went to buy some breakfast,

and the damn engine just gave out.

You mind if I have a look?

Be my guest.

My, you actually look like you know what you're doing.

Well, I grew up at a ranch in Texas, and...

my dad taught me how to fix cars before I knew how to read.

He always wanted a son, even though he never said so.

- Well, you know what they say, you should never judge a book

by its cover. You sure are a woman of many talents.

Yes, I am.

Water, you got any?

Yeah.

Alright.

Should do the trick.

You want a ride home?

Ehm... No.

Actually, I think I'm going to do some more exercise.

All of your wonderful food is making me fat.

Well, you couldn't be fat even if you tried.

Besides, I have a better idea of how we can burn some calories.

I like that idea.

Come on, let's go. I'll take you to my favorite place.

You are hard to resist.

So, is this where you take all of your women?

Nah, only the foreign ones.

You're easier to impress.

So, what about us?

Good question.

If Norman dies, things are going to get rough.

I'll have to go back to I.A., and...

everything will become even more difficult than it already is.

It was only a matter of time before you would've left.

It was a fling.

Let's just leave it at that.

Yeah, but I don't want to go home.

I mean, after the accident, everything was grey.

Now it's in color.

Then stay.

Stay here with me.

I can't.

I have to go back and sort things out...

and who knows, maybe find myself another Norman.

I just don't want to lose you.

But you don't even know me.

What if you got to know me better and decided I'm not the

woman that you thought I was?

I'm willing to take that risk.

And Max?

I don't think I was ever really in love with him.

I think I more just depended on him.

Then take me away with you.

Depend on me, Alice.

Am I doing this right?

Here, I'll show you.

Okay.

You just gently, gently press down.

- Like that? - Just like that.

Yeah. It's more difficult than it appears at first.

See?

Alice.

Oh, hey, you're home early.

How is he?

Did you manage to finish something?

I'm sorry, I was asking you about Norman.

Norman.

I know you asked me about Norman.

Maybe he's clinging to fucking life right now, how about that,

huh? What if he dies?

You have to finish this book.

You have to write something. You're stalling.

Anything, I don't care what you write.

Just finish the fucking book!

I can't, Max! Okay? I'm trying. I'm really trying here.

But I am not a well woman, okay? Something is not right.

I'm having these hallucinations. These pills aren't working!

Excuses. These are all excuses.

You know, we should've never come back here.

No, no.

Yeah. It was all my fault.

He's gonna die.

Oh, my God.

We have to contact this other writer in I.A.

We gotta get back there.

Look, I'm gonna book a couple tickets tomorrow...

No, Max.

- And if we can get back by tomorrow night--

You're not listening to me, Max!

I'm not leaving.

What?

Why?

Uhm...

I...

I- I don't want to lose her.

Lose who?

Sara.

Sorry. The maid?

I think I'm in love with her.

Are you listening to yourself?

What do you mean, you're in love with her?

Did you fuck her?

Did you fuck her?

Sara!

Sara!

Get your things and get out of here right now.

I...

I want to talk to Alice.

She's not gonna help you.

I said get your things and get out of here.

This is my house and you're fired.

Now!

Of course, maybe it's better to call your agency.

That won't be necessary.

No, no, no, no!

Sara! Wait, wait, wait!

Wait, wait, wait!

Sara, come on. It's gonna be okay.

I'll smooth things over with him.

We'll be together. It'll be fine.

- Listen, this is your husband, this is your life.

I don't know what the fuck I was thinking!

- No, I can make this right! - He's going to call my agency!

- It'll be fine! It'll be fine!

- It'll be over!

Goddammit!

You had no right sending her away!

Oh, no?

So, what do expect me to do, sit here and watch?

You destroyed us.

You blew it.

But this is different. Max, she can help me.

She can help me better than anybody else.

She can help you? How can she help you?

You're fucked in the head.

No, you don't understand.

You're right.

I don't understand.

Well, where are you going?

I'm gonna stay at the hotel until I can organize a flight

out of here.

It's over.

Max.

Max. Max, wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I never meant to hurt you. Really.

You destroyed us.

Just as you destroy everything.

Sara.

Sara, please pick up.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

- Hello, it's Sara. I can't get this call right now,

but leave message and I'll call you back.

Oh, shit. Someone's calling.

What's the matter?

Bad thoughts.

Like?

- Forget it, you wouldn't understand.

Okay, so what do we do now?

- Now...

it's just you and me.

Just relax, relax, relax.

I've been waiting way too long for this.

I don't want to fuck.

Leave me alone.

Max, I don't--

Just leave me alone. Leave me alone!

Don't want to fuck?

You're gonna fuck anyway.

Aahh. Aaahhh!!!

- Hello, it's Sara. I can't get this call right now,

but leave message and I'll call you back.

Hi, Sara, it's me.

Max-Max left.

I just-- I really want to see you, I want to touch you,

I want to taste you, I want to hold you.

Max's staying at a hotel.

I don't know where he is, so...

I'm going to go over there now and...

make sure he's okay.

But...

I really want to be with you.

I love you, only you.

Please come home.

Bye.

Hi.

- Hello, madam, what I can do for you?

I believe my husband, Max Gazar, checked in today?

Ah, yes, just give me one second.

Yes, I'll just have you a card made.

Oh, great. Thank you.

Have you got any luggage with you?

Have I got any luggage?

No, no, I've barely got my sanity with me today.

There you go.

Room 25, just down the hall to the left.

Thank you.

Have a good stay, ma'am.

And here I thought you'd be all broken hearted.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Sara?

I don't understand.

My God, Alice. You were not supposed to--

Never supposed to know what?

That you were fucking my husband?

Huh?

You knew him all along, didn't you?

You were already lovers.

And it was us?

All of this just some sort of a sick fucking game.

No. No, Alice.

You two disgust me.

And you...

you really broke my heart.

Fuck.

It's just so awful.

Change of plans.

I don't know.

I just don't know anymore.

Maybe we've gone too far.

It isn't right.

Sara, you're gonna have everything you ever wanted,

just like I promised.

Let me just think about this.

It's over, Max.

I don't want to be part of this.

You are part of this.

You are a big part of this, and she'll never take you back.

You were the only good thing in her life, and you betrayed her.

We betrayed her, Max.

I only did what you told me to do.

I fucked up.

She doesn't deserve this.

The girl was most probably thrown out over the rocks

during the fall...

or in the sea.

We never really closed the case.

But I suppose you know most of this.

I'm slowly putting the pieces together.

We never found the body.

So, what are you gonna do?

Me?

Yeah.

Eventually, I'll find out what happened.

I'm not the type of person who gives up very easily.

And you?

I think you should have this.

It'll maybe help you.

Thanks.

Hello?

All right, who is it?

I'll be right down.

I'll be right back.

I'm sorry, do I know you?

Can you please sit down with me and have a chat?

It will be only a minute.

I'm here to talk about...

the young girl that's in your room, Ms. Sara Borg.

As you probably remember, and I'm sure you do...

her twin sister died last year in a car accident.

And if I'm not wrong, it was your wife that was driving

that car, am I right?

So?

So, as you probably know, her body was never found.

You know...

in cases like this...

considering the extreme resemblance of two sisters...

and the fact that they don't have any close relatives

who can witness...

it is quite difficult to establish with certainty...

which of the two sisters really died.

Well, I've already told the police everything I know.

So unless you have something to tell me...

which it appears you do not...

it's been a pleasure.

Fucking bitch.

Oh, shit. Who's calling?

Shit!

- Alice!

So you finally remembered.

I thought I'd find you here.

I hope I wasn't disturbing you.

You were about to jump, were you?

Or you're feeling indecisive.

That's your problem, Alice...

you can't even make the simplest decision.

You can't write a story.

You write what other people tell you to write...

and you do so in their style so that nobody notices.

What was it that Norman always used to say?

Oh, that's right, "All character must have their reasons"

"But also their secrets."

That's right, but also their secrets.

By the way...

Norman's dead.

Why are you doing this?

After I cash in your life insurance...

I'll sue the editor and Norman, or his heirs, if you like...

and I'll prove that authorship...

and all the rights to the last novels belong to you.

Best sellers!

Millions of copies sold!

Not to mention all of our assets.

I mean, that's got to be worth something, right?

What about Sara?

It's time, Alice.

It'll be a great way to go.

Very dramatic.

Good bye, Alice.

Aaahhh!!!

Sorry, Alice.

I'm so sorry for what I've done.

Please...

forgive me.

This time...

we move on.

Out, damned spot!

Out, I say!

One, two...

Why, then it's time to do it.

Hell is murky.

Hello.

- Hello.

May I?

Thank you.

Wow.

Not too bad, eh?

Still looking for that girl you met?

I was hoping to find Alice.

Alice isn't home.

But she'll be back soon.

You can wait for her, if you like.

Sure.

I'll go on rehearsing, if you don't mind.

Fie, my lord, fie!

A soldier, and afeard?

Macbeth. Wow.

Impressive.

I adore Shakespeare.

I have an audition coming up, and this felt just right.

So, you're studying to become an actress?

Yup.

Interesting.

What need we fear who knows it...

when none can call our pow'r to account?

You know, Alice showed me the video.

It must have been strange for you.

- It's very touching, yet who would have thought the old man

to have so much blood in him?

It's odd this hasn't put an end to your relationship.

- On the contrary. - I see.

It made us stronger.

It's like...

sentimental exchange?

Am I right?

Have you made some new discovery?

Something that even I don't know about?

I saw what happened that night on the cliff.

Maybe he would've shot her, but he hadn't yet.

- Don't tell me you came all the way across the ocean

to tell us that.

Any other unnoticed detail in that video?

"Look like th'innocent flower."

"Be the serpent under't."

Act one, scene five.

Let me offer you something to drink first.

Maybe a glass of iced tea would be good for you.

Now, I still have to figure out

whether you're Claudia or Sara, or maybe I never will.

What are you trying to say, that I killed my own sister?

Well, did you?

Or did she never exist in the first place?

You know, for a small town detective, you have quite a

vivid imagination.

Regardless, I still know what is legal and what is not.

And by the way, I hate iced tea.

What the fuck are we gonna do now?

Ssshhh!! It's okay.

I know who you are.

You are both of you, and I'm fine with that.

Now, help me move the body before it stains the floor.

- Hello, how are you?

Good. And you? - Very well, thank you.

- What's your name? - Kristina.

- Okay. With a K or a C?

- K. - The K, okay.

Well, I do hope you enjoy the book.

- Thank you. - Bye bye now.

Hello. How are you?

Nice to meet you, as well.

What's your name?

- Alexia.

- Alexia. How do I spell that?

- I'm a really big fan.

- Thank you so much. I'm glad you enjoy my work.

- Have a good one. - Bye. Thank you.

- Bye bye now.

Hi. Hi.

What's your name?

I'm glad you're a fan. I hope you enjoy it.

Bye bye now.

Hi, how are you?

Nice to meet you, as well.

My pleasure.

What's your name?

Denny? With a Y or an IE?