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Konstantin!

What's up?

It's past twelve.

I'm right in the middle of something.

But you know what the doctor said.

I have to prepare for tomorrow, Charlotte.

But I... - It is important!

Fundamentally important. - Yes, I know.

Then what else?

You will exhaust yourself, Konstantin.

Try to come to bed soon, please.

Hello?

Hello!

Is anyone here?

Hello?

Hey!

Excuse me, professor. I... uhm...

Yeah, excuse me. My name is Antoine.

I'm the secretary of your hearing.

A strange place for this purpose.

Are they suffering from lack of space at the Geneva authorities?

No, but our investigators divert to this place when it's getting dramatic.

It is dramatic?

Well, in the end, it is about 23 human lives.

Yes, and that is why I'm wondering about this strange place.

Well?

Yes?

It is cold.

Oh yes, of course. Let's go.

We're on the other side, it's more comfortable there.

Come right in.

Tell me, are you serious?

I was subpoenaed to an official interrogation by the Geneva prosecutor,

with representatives of the Austrian, French and German embassies.

What is this, a conspiratorial meeting?

I think you'll soon get an explanation about this strange situation.

A coffee?

Thank you.

I would prefer, if it...

The spot...

It is plum marmalade from mama.

I dropped a glass with it two weeks ago. Silly.

Strange...

It seems Mr. Tick Tack is not in the mood.

I just called it Mr. Tick Tack, you'll hear why in a second.

Voilá.

Mr. Tick Tack.

Are you nervous, professor?

Pardon?

Nervous? - Hm?

Because of your interrogation?

The whole thing is mysterious. I couldn't believe it.

Did you know that I couldn't sleep after I heard it in the news?

Aha...

But that shouldn't concern you now.

Just stick to the truth.

That's always well received by the investigators.

Will do.

NAME: Carus.

FIRST NAME: Konstantin

ACADEMIC TITLE: Professor

Born on March 12, 1954 in Berlin.

OCCUPATION: Physicist

SPECIAL FIELD: Quantum physics.

MARITAL STATUS: Married

You're working at the research center CERN in Geneva,

at the new particle accelerator, the LHC.

It's indeed plum marmalade.

Yes, from mama.

Looks like blood.

You have an eerie occupation.

Hm? - I read that.

You're dealing with secrets, right?

Abracadabra, three times black cat.

What is all this made of?

What am I made of?

What about Mr. Tick Tack?

You're researching that.

That is exciting.

Well, more exciting than...

stock prices,

or television, or...

What do I know.

There are people who are only interested in stock prices.

Or in shoes.

My brother in law is only interested in shoes.

He has a small shop in the city and is selling shoes.

He's talking about shoes...

reads everything about shoes...

and married a woman who is looking more like a shoe every day.

Did you know that there are shoes made of horse leather?

No.

Me neither.

But they exist. Crazy, right?

Horse leather.

It's really incredible, Antoine.

Shall I tell you a secret?

An eerie secret about the quantum physics?

You... Your horse leather shoe

and Mr. Tick Tack

in the end, are made of the same material.

So don't step too hard all the time.

Sophia Dekkers, detective police Geneva.

Good day.

We spoke on the phone. - Yes, right. My pleasure.

Well, Antoine? - Ms. Dekkers.

Did you know that there are shoes made of horse leather?

Yes, you've already told me that.

So you don't have to tell me again.

Oh... I already have. - Yes.

That's new.

That is for you... extra.

That is really thoughtful of you, Antoine.

Thank you.

Let's begin.

Oh, excuse me please, do you want one too?

Thank you. But a water would be nice.

Glasses?

Behind the coffee cups.

Voilá. - Thank you.

Oh right...

I have to ask you for a bit more patience.

We have to wait for the attorney Robin Spector...

in order to begin with the official interrogation.

Why...

What does this mean?

Nobody else is coming?

No, nobody else is coming.

We thought you would prefer a smaller circle.

But through Antoine we're in contact with all involved departments and governments.

It's his gymnastics.

Too late.

Yeah yeah, I know.

Good day, professor.

Spector, prosecuting attorney. - Good day.

Please excuse this unusual place.

Yes, I've been wondering. - I can imagine.

But in light of the great media interest,

it seemed wise not to choose a public place for your official hearing.

Ms. Colleague.

Because you have waived your right to an attorney,

I hope we can end this issue in a fast and... uncomplicated manner.

Bonjour, Antoine.

Horse leather.

Very nice, Antoine.

Very few facts... for such an unusual story.

I think the real facts will come to light after the hearing.

Please.

May I?

The evening before yesterday, you and 23 other scientists...

worked in the control room of the particle accelerator LHC.

In the night shift, yes.

As your shift ended yesterday morning...

you were completely alone.

The other 23 persons, who went into the control room with you...

have vanished without a trace.

The examination of the magnetic cards revealed...

that you all entered the control on time and at the same time,

but never left again.

Well?

Well, what?

These are images of the entry to the control room.

That is the record of the beginning of the shift...

and that is the record at the end of the shift, in the morning.

A little later the cleaning crew arrived.

Nobody else was in the control room.

The particle accelerator was running unattended.

We found these things in the control room.

On the floor...

on tables, on windowsills.

We can't find the owners of these things. So please...

What happened in the control room of the LHC the night before yesterday?

That is Matthias'.

Dr. Matthias Trondheim, right?

I always wanted to buy one of these.

But the prices...

Sick.

You think so?

I will repeat Ms. Dekkers' question, professor.

What happened during the night shift in the control room of the LHC?

And...

of course we would like to know where your missing colleagues are right now.

Why? - Why?

Are you serious?

They built the largest...

most expensive...

and most unpredictable machine of all time.

Most of your fellow men think your research is very dangerous.

Ahh...

And now you are the only one leaving a very strange night shift and ask "Why?"...

when we want to know where the rest of your colleagues are.

Ah yes, of course. Please excuse me.

Well, first of all...

there's no reason to be concerned.

It is not a crime like you may think,

but a physical phenomenon.

A phenomenon?

"Beam me up, Scotty?"

I'm afraid we don't have time for a physics lesson, professor.

Where are your 23 missing colleagues?

The media is going wild. And it is urgent

It is urgent? - Yes it's urgent!

Then why did you come too late this morning...

when it is so 'urgent'?

And you...

We scientist call that a 'factual contradiction'.

Am I right... somehow, Mr. Prosecutor?

Not really.

I'm not half as unworldly as you might think, Ms. Dekkers.

Do you know what I'd like to know?

Is it possible that you're playing a gigantic theater?

This strange place, this even stranger person.

It is highly unusual for an official hearing.

Maybe you're not the ones you're pretending to be.

But?

We are employees of the state's investigation authority.

I work for the agency in Geneva

and Mr. Spector is the investigating state's attorney.

Why should we pretend anything?

Maybe you are employees of a foreign intelligence agency,

who are interested in the European research of these new areas of physics.

We should relocate to the police precinct. - Yes alright.

But don't be surprised if you find your picture in every newspaper tomorrow.

As long as it's not as awkward as this one.

On this you look like a radical leftist terrorist.

Very funny.

Maybe you are a radical leftist terrorist.

Wait, Ms. Colleague.

We should let the professor explain this physical phenomenon,

which seemed to have led to the disappearance of his colleagues.

That takes too much time.

A relocation takes even more time.

Well, go ahead.

Is she always like that, or does she...

does she get stressed while waiting?

Maybe she is unhappy, hm?

Isn't loved enough.

That is not of my concern.

Are you getting enough love, Ms. Dekkers?

You don't have to write down this nonsense!

I write down everything.

Well then...

Write it down.

Already done.

Well?

Well?

For some time, in physics, we've had the problem,

that we couldn't 'get down there',

to use a slangy expression.

We are researching smaller and smaller structures,

but are unable to find the smallest solid particle.

Do you see?

No.

What would you say,

if all that...

is just energy, nothing but pure energy.

Pardon?

So you claim that science has not found proof yet that matter exists?

That is not possible.

I think we should let the professor finish his explanation.

I don't think so!

Don't you see how he's stalling?

Your emotionality Ms. Dekkers, is completely out of place, as always.

This is elitist talk.

We're looking for 23 human beings. - You don't have to remind me.

Apparently I do. - No, you don't have to.

The only thing you have to do is to find your composure. And please... fast!

You're annoying, as always.

Please, please. I beg you...

I'm sorry that I used you for this little demonstration.

I intended to...

let you argue.

So you did argue.

I thought that I'd rather show you than explain it in a complicated way.

The physical phenomenon, which I mentioned earlier.

Did you understand that?

No. - I sense something.

Yes, tell me!

Do you think these esoteric claims...

thoughts and wishes can materialize? - That's exactly what I mean.

But it has nothing to do with esoteric, that is science.

It is very simple.

If matter is nothing more than energy,

then you're able to control it with the energy of your own thoughts.

You just have to concentrate enough.

That's how my yoga instructor talks, too. - And she's right.

The power of thoughts is limitless.

As you just noticed,

I wanted you to get into an argument, so you did argue.

Mr. Dekkers and I are in an argument most of the time.

That are tricks of a conjurer. - No.

That is part of quantum physics.

My God...

Well...

And what does this thought experiment have to do with your missing colleagues?

The professor just wanted to be alone and let them all argue very intensely.

And when his colleagues started to massacre each other, he watched...

and afterwards threw the bodies into the LHC.

We should issue that statement to the press.

Do you have a pen... and a piece of paper?

Do you really want to give me such a precious fountain pen?

After all, it could disappear without a trace as well.

Until now I've always taken back my pen.

Let's see.

Now I will show you the strangest thing, which human beings have discovered.

With the so called 'double slit experiment'

colleagues of mine have proven

that the smallest known particles, under quantum physical examination,

don't have solid structures,

but are shaped like waves. - One moment please.

Please wait, I....

Don't say anything!

His bladder.

Shhh!

Well... That's enough.

I'm sorry.

I've had it since I was a child.

Where's the exit?

Pardon? - The exit!

There was door a moment ago.

No.

Yes!

I've entered the building at this spot.

Aha...

Yes, so where's the exit?

Do you really want to leave?

That's what I just said.

Don't do it.

Pardon? - Don't go. It's useless.

No? - No.

I've watched many people come and go.

Believe me.

Many just left in-between.

But those two, they...

they subpoenaed all of them again and everyone had to come back.

Don't go, professor.

Otherwise you'll be here again tomorrow.

Where's the exit?

Over there.

But it's a waste of time, believe me.

I like you... really.

That's why I give you this advice.

I won't go to the toilet anymore, I swear!

If that's the case... - It is!

May I?

But only because it's you, Antoine.

I appreciate that very much, professor.

We stopped at this so called 'Doppelkopf' experiment.

'Double Slit Experiment'.

Of course.

What exactly... - Forget it.

I will do it directly.

Well...

Through multiple experiments physicists could prove

that the smallest particles known to us, the quanta,

are moving permanently.

Their location... is blurred.

Blurred? - Yes, you heard it correctly. Blurred.

Generally speaking, everything is in kind of an in-between state.

Until, and this is the crazy part,

you consider this wave- shaped energy as particle.

Then this energy will become what we call solid matter.

Understood?

Kind of like water,

that if it gets cold, freezes and turns into ice.

You're not serious, right?

It is scientifically proven and experiments are conducted by every physics student.

So, everything scurries and...

then someone is looking at it?

And when he has looked at it, it turns solid and...

thereby to our reality?

After all, still "Beam me up, Scotty".

Excuse me, but no healthy human being can believe that.

The coffee machine, for example.

Last time it wasn't there.

Who transformed your small wave- shaped particles to this machine?

Ugh...

That eso-shit.

I got the machine from the Internet.

It came in a scurrying quantum box.

Because you wanted to buy it, right? - Yes.

For Ms. Dekkers. - Ah!

You wanted to have a coffee machine?

You see? That's the beginning.

The thought.

And you expressed this thought.

Above all, I expressed that I want to know

where your 23 colleagues are, multiple times!

But sadly, this thought hasn't been turned into matter, yet.

Keep your fingers on the table!

I can't bear your elitist behavior anymore.

And I don't want to be stalled by you any longer.

Where are your colleagues? Where?

Do you dream sometimes, Ms. Dekkers?

Where are your colleagues?

What happened in the night before yesterday?

Is our world in danger?

Of course you have dreams.

Even so strong, that you think everything is real, right?

As if you were really hunted, or had real pain or...

are in real life-threatening danger.

And?

Were you glad when you woke up and realized everything had been a dream,

it never really happened, Ms Dekkers?

Are you screwing with us?

So, now you replace my dream with my reality.

And now you can imagine

what we scientist have to do after proving the existence of quanta.

Because you are dreaming

you create a picture in your head,

which you consider real in that moment. - Stop it!

But it has nothing to do with the reality of an awake mind.

The observer of the dream

is its creator at the same time.

The same thing applies to the reality of the awake mind.

Because the observer looks at the quanta, they get aligned.

If there wasn't an observer,

there wouldn't be a reality like we know it.

I'll kill him.

Oh, yes?

But...

this is now the question many physicists are asking themselves.

Who is... this Observer?

And now...

you're referring to God, right?

No.

I've discovered another explanation.

A different explanation than God?

Then you had to...

make very good progress.

Correct.

Well?

Now think for yourself for a moment, with you pretty head.

You'll get it on your own.

We're looking for 23 of our fellow human beings.

We have questions to which we expect answers.

I believe... I suspect what you want to make us believe.

Make believe? - Make believe!

Probably something like this...

You... and your colleagues are starting the night shift together,

you experiment around a bit and...

hoppla, hopp...

discover something.

Hoppla, hopp?

Hoppla, hopp.

But something goes wrong with this devil's machine

and your colleagues are broken up into your quarks.

Quanta! - I don't mind.

You were the lucky one

and are sitting in front of us.

While... the other 23 nut-jobs

are floating around our new coffee machine in wave form.

Not bad at all, Mr. Prosecutor.

You see.

But there's one small difference.

I have discovered something, not my colleagues!

Of course. Excuse me.

What did you discover, professor?

We received data for a particle collision

with which I can prove

that we're currently in a gigantic dream.

Pardon? - A dream, a beautiful dream...

Of course without any matter.

Correct. This is fantastic, right?

Well...

all this...

doesn't really exist?

Not even the reality exists.

You know what?

I think you're addicted to drugs.

One moment, please.

You claim that by conducting an experiment in the LHC you discovered

that we are currently living in a dream?

Uh hm.

In whose dream?

In mine, of course.

Of course.

This proof...

how exactly do I have to imagine that?

A flash of genius.

Do you understand?

I got the data from the last collision

and in there I saw it.

Suddenly.

Although 'saw' is not quite correct.

Something got put together...

in my head

You know, I started my career as physicist with astrophysics.

But soon after I changed from large to small, because the large got too small.

My instincts told me that the world formula

could only be discovered in the micro cosmos,

because it is far more compli- cated than the macro cosmos.

But...

it's not that complicated.

Matter does not exist.

Quanta are pure energy and align in the way I want them to.

The reality around me is created by me. I am the observer!

Aha.

Let's focus on the control room.

He is the observer.

Understood.

After you had your flash of genius, what happened then?

I was excited.

I shouted... well I screamed!

Don't you understand? It is a sensation!

I could prove it!

Great.

Yes, god damn it. I could prove it!

Yes, of course.

And your colleagues where excited too?

They?

They didn't even understand it.

Although I explained it to them, again and again.

They thought I was crazy.

You don't say!

And then?

What then? - What happened after that?

Did you scold your colleagues?

No, I let them disappear.

What exactly do you mean by 'let them disappear'?

I just explained it to you.

I decided that I no longer wanted to have these people in reality.

And... paff... They were gone.

They were gone, without 'paff'.

And we should believe you?

Well, certainly.

The same way I just let you start an argument, I let my colleagues disappear.

In this case we can consider us the lucky ones, right, Ms. Colleague?

Ha ha ha... - You laugh.

Be glad that I'm laughing.

If I did take that seriously,

you would be in an asylum tomorrow morning.

Ah... I'm crazy, yes?

And where are my colleagues?

Huh?

Where?

Would you be so kind and come with me?

We should grant her this favor, am I right?

Hey!

Do you know these ladies and gentlemen?

You've made quite an effort, respect.

Are these your colleagues of the night shift?

Yes.

Please take a close look at the pictures.

The small ones in the middle as well.

What's the point of that?

I want you to think about your expression 'let them disappear'.

Well?

Well what?

You can't be that superficial

and let the relatives of your colleagues live on

with a lapidary expression like 'let them disappear'.

You can't possibly be so heartless.

A dream...

We are in a dream. When will you understand that?

You shouldn't waste your emotions in a dream.

That was unambiguous, am I right, Ms. Colleague?

Antoine!

Yes?

Did you get all that?

Yes!

Where are these people, professor?

I just explained it to you. - That can't be!

No? - No!

Do we give up, Ms. Dekkers?

This is Hubertus Mager, 45 years old.

No, you're pointing at Thomas Beck. Mager is one further to the left.

Then this is Hubertus Mager.

He has two children and a... - Two children, I know.

And a wife.

Do you want to see some tears now?

Do you really think I distance myself from a scientific sensation,

because you show me the personal fate of my ex-colleagues?

What is that?

I want to know where these people are?

That is what you're getting paid for, I know.

They are human beings!

They are energy in my mind!

So are you... and you.

Please stop this bullshit!

This is the reality.

This young man is waiting for his father. - For his mother...

That is the son of Caroline Saalmann.

His father has been in America for the past five years.

Yes yes, that is the little Timmy.

Caro brought him to work during school holidays.

I think that's enough, no?

Why does she not understand?

A normal human being can't understand that.

Mr. Professor.

She doesn't believe me, that's the problem.

And you don't either. - Yeah, yeah.

You have to free yourself from your previous conceptions.

Otherwise you can't understand the things I discovered.

Yes, right...

You are a very beautiful woman.

And you're annoying.

I'd like to go ahead and arrange that further interrogations of Mr. Carus

be conducted in the mental asylum, Ms. Dekkers.

Ah...

That means I'm crazy?

I agree.

Good.

Really...

You're writing down everything.

He can do it like no other. Hm, Antoine?

Wait a minute, what did you write there?

Professor Carus looks at Ms. Dekkers' butt.

Yes.

I want this sentence to be removed from the protocol immediately.

First of all I didn't do that, and second you weren't in the other room.

You have looked at my butt.

Correct.

I want you to remove this sentence from the protocol.

Sorry, I'm not allowed to.

I'm writing down everything what was said and done here.

The truth and nothing but the truth. That's my duty.

Wait a minute... - And you did that!

Why is nobody answering?

But I will write down your objection as well, of course.

Yes, this is Spector...

Please arrange a psychiatric examination by Prof. Dr. Elnicki.

Ah, Prof. Elnicki...

He was one of my colleagues at the last seminar regarding brain research.

He's competent. - Good.

I'll wait for your ring-back.

Until it's time for your confinement,

let me tell you my theory about this mysterious issue, professor.

It is a joint action, isn't it?

You and your colleagues probably need more financial support for your research.

Due to the financial crisis those subsidies are smaller than expected.

So you're planning a media coup, in order to get attention for you work.

That's not a bad idea.

You let your colleagues disappear,

or should I say,

they hide themselves...

and send you as a messenger for these adventurous ideas.

Nobody is hiding. - No?

No.

As I said before, I made them non-existent.

Come on, just stop this bullshit.

This is by far the daftest explanation for a crime I've heard in my career,

and it's quite an extensive one.

Okay.

Then let us dream your dream together,

both of us.

What I want from you is evidence.

Let this one disappear right now,

like you apparently let your colleagues disappear.

I don't want to let the pen disappear.

No?

It's far to precious.

I keep the beautiful things in my reality.

So you have scruples letting a pen disappear,

Hm hm.

but you didn't with your colleagues? - Obviously not.

You are highly manic,

my dear Carus.

Ego-maniacal.

I give up.

What is taking so long?

It's about time that this clown gets examined.

But this doesn't solve our problem.

Where are the other scientists?

It's probably like I said.

The gentlemen are hiding and are dying of laughter.

I don't believe that. They wouldn't do that to their families.

They are involved, too. I think...

No...

I don't want to let this precious pen disappear.

But maybe this little demonstration will suffice.

And?

Do you see strings anywhere?

Good, me neither.

What now? - This is...

Manic?

I know.

Do you remember your asthma attacks when you were a teenager, Mr. Spector?

What? - Your asthma attacks.

I never had asthma. - Yes...

You had asthma.

You just chose to forget it.

And?

Do you feel... how it is coming back to you?

The asthma.

You have asthma.

I would strongly advise to get some fresh air, Mr. Spector.

It helps.

Sometimes!

Mr. Prosecutor?

You forgot something.

Na Na Na...

You are taking your bag with you right now!

I can't breathe. - Yes.

That's the whole point of that.

Mr. Spector!

That is really considerate of you,

that you want to do that outside.

The suffocation.

You don't have a light by any chance?

There should be some matches behind the coffee machine.

So this is the way to dispose of human beings?

You want one? - No.

'Dispose' is such an ugly word.

That tells me... you still don't understand what this is all about.

Through our experiments in CERN I was able to prove

that solid matter doesn't exist,

but that our reality is nothing more than energy in a state of uncertainty.

You said that already. - This energy...

is transformed into solid structures in that moment,

in which an observer recognizes it.

Yes, you said that too.

So...

The mind of the observer is the creator of his environment.

That means Mr. Spector was part of your mind?

But yes, of course.

But why did you approve of him, if you find him that unpleasant?

Now you had to dispose of him.

Wrong word.

To 'make him non-existent'

would be the correct expression. Close your eyes.

Pardon?

To be able to answer your last question you have to close your eyes.

Come on.

So...

And now...

Try to think of nothing.

Nothing? - Yes.

Nothing.

I can't do that. - That's right.

You see... The human mind arranged it

that is has to be permanently occupied.

Thoughts are coming and going,

tens of thousands each day.

And they are not all positive.

That they are not!

The sum of all our thoughts, that means the sum of our mind

is presented to us through the world surrounding us. Do you understand?

You mean to say that Prosecutor Spector

is the manifestation of some of your negative thoughts?

Was! - Of course, was!

You can deliberately take actions against your negative thoughts.

Mr. Spector no longer exists.

You're still smoking his cigarettes.

They taste horrible by the way.

Do you know what I was wondering?

No.

Which of my thoughts created you?

Or should I say 'feelings'?

How do we know each other?

Oops.

That could be our Prof. Elnicki.

You're talking about feelings.

You showed very little of those.

What is this? Let me pass! - No.

That is coercion and unlawful imprisonment.

In your small world, maybe.

You will, right now, ... - I won't do anything.

You will...

Let me pass, right now! - No.

Just you wait!

For what, huh?

My first asthma attack?

Or do you want to make me 'non- existent' like your poor colleagues?

You obviously don't have the courage to endure the reality how it is.

You are very pretty.

Especially when you're angry.

I'm sorry.

I... didn't want to be rude.

You could do me a favor.

I haven't danced in decades.

Since my car accident.

A Tango.

Here and now.

With me.

You would do me a favor, really.

I don't dance with psychopaths.

Yes, you do want to dance.

Tango...

with me.

Come here, you crosspatch.

And?

Dance with me!

You are hot, huh...

for me?

Tell me!

I want you!

Louder!

I want you! - Yeah, that sounds nice.

We will travel.

Do you like ships? - I like ships.

The Queen Mary, only both of us on board.

And about 200 people to serve us.

And in New York,

we'll let the population parade for us, a confetti parade.

Because I want it!

Olé!

Olá!

I'm getting hot.

You too? - Yes.

Kiss me!

And you will stop!

Stop it, I said!

Leave, now!

Be careful, Antoine.

This guy is spreading diseases.

It's not that easy, professor.

Nice music.

Asthma... - Stop!

That's against the rule.

No it's not. He attacked me and wanted to kill me.

He attacked you, but you just played along.

You weren't hurt.

What's up with this persnicketiness?

If you attack him now, it is aggression and not self-defense.

You can't do that.

You're beyond help.

Do you want to defend this egocentric asshole now?

The verdict hasn't been given. He's still on neutral ground.

Good. Then let us complete the report.

I will begin, okay?

I think it's obvious that Konstantin Carus is not only an extraordinary physicist,

but also a person with little inhibitions, any objections?

What is this... - Shut up! You had your time, Carus!

He puts his own satisfaction above the well-being of others,

proven by his statements in the other room.

Did you get that?

Did he ever not get anything?

Make it short, I'm through with him.

Carus thinks it's possible to let people disappear when they don't suit his plans.

Despite several requests and references to fates and families of his colleagues

he refuses to inform us about their location.

Ergo, he is cold-hearted and egomaniac.

Wait a minute, that is too across-the-board.

Konstantin Carus is fascinated by his scientific work.

And due to that got socially one-dimensional.

But that doesn't prove a weakness of character.

Oh please! This guy...

Many above-average gifted people...

develop egocentric sides.

But where would mankind be without them?

Does the sympathy for above-average people

include the right to let fellow human beings disappear?

You're right.

It's a difficult case.

Yes, it's difficult.

He's disabled, that's why.

Lots of people are disabled.

Some far more than this psychopath.

And a disability is no excuse for barbarous thoughts and actions.

Yes, but he's intelligent.

Intelligence can be a burden for an unstable person.

He had to follow his inner urges and got lost.

With this argument you could defend Goebbels.

This case is clear-cut.

Or did you forget the Tango?

Antoine! - Hm?

What is this?

Shoes made of horse leather. I've told you already.

No!

What does all this mean?

The investigators gave you plenty of rope, Prof. Carus,

to get to know you.

What?

What is going on here?

I want to know what's going on, right now!

This is the reality, Professor.

Could you please read back what really happened in the control room, Antoine?

Of course.

Here.

The other 23 colleagues of the night shift didn't disappear,

but our Prof. Carus did.

During the night shift on Jan. 13 at 11:14 pm Prof. Carus suffered

a fatal heart attack and died before his colleagues were able to get help.

What? That is utter nonsense.

I'm alive, sitting in front of you, speaking to you...

No joke!

It must seem a bit strange, but you're dead.

According to common conceptions.

But it was different before! - Because we wanted it to be.

You know how that works, at least theoretically.

That's no use, you're dead already.

No need to be worried.

You know that matter, your body, is not a solid structure.

The important thing is the energy you're made of. And that still exists.

According to you, where am I now...

if I'm already dead? Huh? - You are dead.

You are currently on an intermediate level.

On this level your life will be judged, Ms. Dekker and I are the investigators,

who want to determine exactly what kind of human being you have been

and will write a recommendation for the jury.

Jury? - Of course.

Do you think you lived your life just for fun?

Therefore it was important for you to be able to present your unaltered opinions.

Our goal was to make an absolute correct assessment.

Please excuse the dramatics.

Dramatics?

Dramatics, yes.

Well, well.

Creator Carus is speechless.

Creator Carus creates his own reality in which he lets his colleagues disappear,

dances Tango with nice young ladies and is able to travel...

on the Queen Mary.

This is a dream.

That's all just a dream.

Let's see what the Creator has to say about that.

He won't be pleased, I think.

How could it come to that?

You had good prerequisites, very good prerequisites.

Don't lose hope, professor. Everything's fine.

You know Mr. Spector, the Creator is often gracious.

Even to those who think they can put their reality above His?

I don't think so.

Well, let's wait and see.

Bummer!

See you in a minute? - Yes.

We have to talk about the next case. - I know.

No... No, wait please!

Wait please!

I will take you next door.

What does that mean? I don't want to go there.

Let me go.

I don't want to go there!

Listen, I didn't mean it like that back there.

Of course my colleagues were important to me.

And the asthma...

that... that was just a game.

I realized that... - Too late, sorry.

Listen... I really don't know the meaning of this.

My God...

You should've thought of Him a bit earlier.

Wait a minute! Listen...

We've heard everything. That's enough for me.

What will happen to me?

I mean...

in here?

You will get picked up.

And I'm afraid I know by whom.

No.

No.

Wait please!

You can't do that! Wait!

Listen to me!

You are dreaming.

You are dreaming.

You are dreaming, Konstantin.

You are dreaming! - What?

You're working too hard.

You exhaust yourself.

Charlotte?

We danced!

Tango.

You poor thing.

We were...

in some kind of antenna.

Yeah.

Yes.

And danced.

It was very nice.

I must have danced horribly.

You yelled through the whole house.

Sometimes I can be a real asshole, right?

Sometimes...

I dreamed that I was dead...

and that I had to stand trial because of my research.

That is terrible.

Come to bed. You can tell me everything tomorrow.

I knew I was dreaming.

I knew it while I was dreaming.

But still, everything was so real.

Crazy, right?

Yes.

Is that one new?

What? - The pen.