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* Door is unlocked. *

*Soft tense music*

Max van Veeren

Anara van Veeren

Patrick Reitwald

* Oppressive music *

*Harsh, dissonant music*

* Exciting music *

* She breathes a sigh of relief. *

*Soft pop music*

* Regular beep,
Engine roars. *

*clack*

* Engine roars. *

Uh!

Uh!

* Harsh, dissonant sounds *

* Birds chirping. *

* Melancholic sounds *

* Quiet clicking *

*Serious music*

*Deep breaths*

*gasp*

* Oppressive music *

* Bubble gum bubble pops. *

*clack*

* Steps *

*Dark, tense music*

Phoenix is not just the
usual target group analysis,

not a simple pseudo-algorithm
to record consumer behavior.

With Phoenix you explore
wishes and dreams of people,

but also,
and that is more important,

their fears and their worries.

* Man interprets. *

Phoenix gives you a look
deep into the soul of your people.

* He says something in Arabic. *

The sheikh doubts

that a computer program knows the
soul of his people better than he does.

Naturally. That's not
what I meant to say either.

Our product opens up the
sheikh's deeply hidden fears...

Uh, the Sheik thanks
you for your insightful talk.

We thank the Sheikh
for his precious time.

* He says something in Arabic. *

Max.
"What the eyes see is knowledge.

What the heart knows

is certainty."

An old Arabic saying.
My grandmother taught me.

She was a simple woman,
but she read a lot.

What my colleague wants to say is,

that no one loves his people
more than the Sheikh himself.

But when the sheikh goes hunting,
so he also trusts his falcon.

For the hawk's eyes
see more than our own.

*Soft tense music*

(with accent) How about
when we do the project

after the true
master of the hunt?

The falcon of Quraysh.

A well-read grandmother
taught you Arabic proverbs?

Of course not.
What was that about, Max?

Our sheikh has
Studying ancient Arabic poetry.

He wrote his thesis
on Dhun-Nun al-Misri.

This was al-Misri's
most famous quote.

It's all on Wikipedia.

Your flattery was
way over the top.

You can't flatter such a
pure narcissist enough.

Not without discussing it first.

We are still a team.

And thanks to me, we are now
in the bidding process, as a team.

*Dark music*

*honk*

* Martinshorn *

I have to go to Anara van Veeren.
She is my wife.

Your wife has fractures, bruises
and a traumatic brain injury.

We had to put her
in an induced coma.

Coma? What does that mean?
Will she again...

How her condition develops
we'll see in the next few days.

* Harsh, dissonant sounds *

Can I go to her?
Access is not permitted.

Not even for relatives, unfortunately.

But I have good news:
The baby is fine.

Which baby?

* Device beeps regularly. *

*Music by Frank Sinatra*

The connecting flight was delayed.

I'm sorry.

A savoy cabbage shiitake lasagna,
vegan and low carb.

Even the béchamel
sauce is homemade,

made from chickpeas and oat milk.

I'm really sorry.

Do you think I need you and
your stupid connecting flight,

to mess up my lasagna?

Yes.

Or no?

The thing was disgusting
before I put it in the oven.

I'm a shitty housewife.

*Dark music*

Your wife's belongings that were
recovered from the scene of the accident.

(woman) Thank you.

Hi.

May I come in?

How are you doing?

* He takes a deep breath. *

I'm so sorry.

There's nothing you
can do here today.

I'll drive you home.

*Soft monotonous music*

Do you need anything else?
No.

Thanks.

For everything.
That's obvious.

Anara is pregnant.

In the third month.

Congratulations.

Sorry.

But it's nice,

despite the circumstances.

Or not?

It's okay.

Only... she didn't
tell me about it.

*Dark music*

*Soft sounds*

* Dark and gentle sounds mix. *

*Mysterious sounds*

* Birds chirping. *

Hey, my little prince, wake up.
* He hums. *

No I do not want to.

Bah!

This is so gross.

Why are you doing this?
You wanted me to wake you up.

Yes...

But not like that.

* Gentle sounds. *

Maybe.

Quite maybe. Much better.

*Soft music*

*Cell phone signal*

Fuck.

Uh... What are you doing?

Hello, don't stop. Hey!
I'm way too late.

I meet two new artists.
They can wait.

They're just
incompetents anyway.

Without a few new incompetents
I can close the gallery.

Oh nonsense, the rent for yours
We pay for the gallery with my job.

Thanks for the crap saying.

I mean, you don't have to work,
if you do not want.

In general, it was meant ironically.
No, it wasn't.

Yes, because my job
is just capitalism shit,

but what you do is art,
real art.

Well, I don't do the art.

I'll make sure
that it will be issued.

And with that you open
Idiots like me.

That's a superhero power.
You're such a slob.

Get dressed and go to work.

Bring me an expensive clunker,
you little whore.

* Harsh, dissonant sounds *

The sheikh comes here?

This Thursday?

The sheikh's office
specified the exact date.

It didn't seem like that to me
as if there was an alternative.

Well, Jonas, how should we in
three Present an offer at a few days?

Um...

Yes? Um, I...

I... I don't know...

Thanks, Jonas.

Anyone else have
a brilliant idea?

Max.

We could take the
Denmark project.

Adjust a bit Pimp
up the presentation.

Does that mean
specifically? A few limitations.

So that the sheikh
our technology

can only be used
for civil purposes.

No. We shouldn't unnecessarily
reduce our chances now.

We still have two
competitors, at least.

Export control law could apply.

Depending on the building blocks
used, we could end up in court.

Could, would have, should!
That's too much subjunctive.

Come on, let's take the risk.

Max!

Yes. Risk.

Me too.

Whatever you think.

Are you okay, Max?

Naturally.

I'm sorry, what
happened to your wife.

Do you want to
take a few days off?

I assume that the sheikh
is waiting for me in person.

So I'm at the start.

For the project.

Your wife's name is Anara.

Yes I remember.

Anara.

A very special person.

I wish everything will be
okay again, both of you.

(woman) "My poor child."

No mother should have to
experience something like that.

How could that happen?

You're such a good boy.

You remind me of her father.

I'm glad she has you.

Has Anara told you
anything special lately?

Any... news?
No.

How come?

Nothing.

Just some nonsense.

*Dark sounds*

Hey.

I'll be right back.

OK.

*Tense music*

* Exciting music *

* He takes a deep breath. *

* Harsh, dissonant sounds *

* chatter *

* Oppressive music *

*Dark music*

(Nav) "After 350
meters turn right.

Then you have achieved your goal."

*Mysterious music*

* Locking signal *

*Dark, dissonant music*

* The wind is roaring outside. *

* He unlocks the door. *

* Switch clicks. *

* Quiet dark sounds *

*Soft piano music*

I think I've got Anara lately
Lost track of time.

Our job eats up a lot of time.
Every relationship suffers.

We were always inseparable.

Now I have the feeling
Anara has been around for a long time

led a second life.

People change. Mmm.

Since our children arrived, I often have

the feeling not recognizing my husband.

We don't even need to
talk about romance or... sex.

My wife has her own apartment, which
I didn't know anything about until now.

No shit?

She kept more secrets
from me. She smokes again.

And I have in her
apartment Coke found.

I believe, Anara has
serious problems.

Max van Veeren,
the husband of Mrs.

Anara van Veeren. We received
an invoice for legal advice,

and I would like to know which one
Matter you represented Anara.

Listen, I need to know
what my wife got herself into.

I realize that you are not allowed
to give information to just anyone.

But I'm not just anyone
I am Anara's husband.

Yes. OK.

Thank you for the conversation.

* Ventilator clicks. *

*Mysterious music*

* babble of voices *

Do you think this
will be fun today?

Can I lie?
Uh, I'm asking for it.

This is going to be the funniest party ever,

By midnight at the latest
it explodes into an orgy.

Please behave.

For my sake.
Good.

Then I'll have fun from now on.

Promised.
Nice.

Hey.
Hi.

This is Anara, my wife. Saskia,
my dear colleague.

Hi. I'm pleased.
Me too.

Nice dress.
Thanks.

I heard Patrick and you,

It's your turn with the
Phoenix pitch in Dubai.

I would like to join your team.
It's an interesting challenge.

I guess you're here to listen
to boring job talks. Mmm.

That's why I'm really sorry,
that I have to go to the bar now.

Great woman.

Yes.

Thanks.

If you want to join the Phoenix team,

you have to get the
basics of technology.

Everything for flexible implementation

and platform-independent Development.

Good. I can do it.

Another one like that please.

Not here voluntarily either?

No. And honestly, I
hate events like this.

Silicon Valley for the poor.
That's exactly how it is.

Who do you play
accompaniment for?

I?

Well, I'm kind of the host here.

* He laughs. * OK,
fuck. I'm sorry for that.

No problem. Was
not meant like that.

You're right,
this is a primitive

theater for
primitive investors.

But the drinks are
excellent. Oh, I'm glad.

And what do you do, if you
don't play accompaniment?

Nothing earth-shattering.
I don't believe that.

I do pop-up exhibitions
for young artists.

Who moves the world if
not youth and their art?

Have you found the
new Damian Hirst yet?

Clear,

a whole dozen Damians.

Seriously,
Our main concern is

to open and democratize
the art market.

Oh, wow.

Very good, really.
The established art market

is probably the most boring thing
what there is.

Right after my
parties, of course.

Now that's what you said.
Bottom up!

And...

Who can I ask about this?

The best thing to do is ask
Xenia and Troy from Development.

Troy likes to hear himself talk.
And Xenia is too woke for me.

But they can give
you top insights.

OK.

Thanks.

* You can't hear him. *

* Harsh, dissonant sounds *

Fuck!

* Water splashes. *

I want you to know that I
see us as a team. 100 percent.

So no more going it
alone with our sheikh.

I underestimated you,
when it comes to your social skills.

Anara raved about you last year.

Yes, does she have that?

Yes, you had a really good time,

back then at your party.

Yes, that was nice.

In any case, you really
impressed my wife.

And she you too.

Am I right?

Your views on today
The art market is closely monitored

and very... stimulating.

Very stimulating.
What are you getting at, Max?

You know that.
No I do not know that.

*Dark music*

What is that?

Now you're disappointing me.

We brought you because you have
your finger on the pulse of the times.

You don't know the Pyramid Club?

*Sinister music*

*Soft tense music*

*Soft dissonant sounds*

*clack*

* Electronic music:
Minimal Techno *

* Dull bass sounds *

* Oppressive music *

Uh...

* It rings. *

(Mrs.) Mr. van Veeren?
- It's about your wife's car.

(woman) Pure routine.
Can we come in?

Has anyone else used
the vehicle besides her? No.

But I don't monitor
their every move either.

(Husband) Do you know if your wife
had a fight with someone recently?

What's your point?

Given the course of the accident,
we evaluated the on-board computer.

And there is... well...
certain irregularities.

You mean that
wasn't an accident?

We can't say anything
more at the moment.

Max van Veeren. I have
an appointment here soon.

One moment...

I wanted to talk
to you briefly...

(Man) I can't find you.
Could the appointment...

Anara van Veeren had an
accident and is in a coma.

You have to help me, please.

Which accident?
Apparently it wasn't anyone.

Someone wanted to murder your wife?
The police were just with me.

They are still collecting traces, but theirs
The statement was pretty clear.

Is your wife unresponsive?
No, not so far.

I am very sorry about that.

In what matter did
you represent Anara?

Mr. van Veeren, I'm not allowed to
tell you anything about my clients.

Anara is my wife.
I know, but that doesn't change anything.

I'm sorry.
Do you have your own lawyer?

He would definitely
react the same way as me.

Yeah, I know that.
But if you don't help me...

* Cell phone rings. *

Fuck!

*Dark music*

Monitoring takes place

via three satellites.

The modular structure...
* Beat *

... allow it,
the ones that are most interesting to you...

To use building blocks of
our technology selectively.

These building blocks work
completely independently.

This has the advantage that data

export can take place completely

independently of the working

modules, which enormously
improves access stability.

* Interpreter translates into

Arabic. * The Falcon of Quraysh...

not only monitors your own,
but also third-party assets.

We achieve through holistic Evaluation of the movement

patterns produces an extremely differentiated picture.

I manage automotive
implementation and smart home.

I am at your disposal with individual
Solutions always available.

Our entire team is now
available to you around the clock,

if you have any questions
or special requests

to be able to make
adjustments directly.

*Menacing music*

Frankfurt has developed
enormously in terms of cuisine.

It would therefore be a great
honor and pleasure for us

You and your followers

to an extraordinary one
to invite sensory experience.

You know I have great
sympathy for your situation.

But you're also endangering mine
Success, and I won't tolerate that.

Anara's accident...

was not an accident.

What?

She kept quiet about the pregnancy
because it's not my baby,

but Patrick's.

Nonsense.
I checked my appointments.

We were both on this
trip three months ago.

Patrick canceled the trip
because of something “private”.

This fits exactly with the
progress of the pregnancy.

Patrick and your wife?

Power and money
can be very attractive,

and Patrick unfortunately very charming,
if he wants.

Maybe he wanted
to get one over on me

and then Anara was pregnant.

He put pressure on her.
He can do that, right?

Anara went to a lawyer,

and then he wanted
to silence her, forever.

Do you have any evidence for this?

You know what you're saying.

If you don't have any evidence,
I can't believe you.

* Dark, mysterious music *

*rustling*

Nice butt.

What are you actually looking for here?

You're smoking again.

So what?

Doesn't matter anymore, does it?

How could you
keep all this from me?

You are so sweet,
when you're desperate.

* Dark piano tones *

I worked my ass off
so that you are well.

Our apartment, your car.

The travels.

You really believe
That was my point, huh?

Then what are you about?

*Slightly echoing laughter*

* A door slams somewhere
in the house. Rumbling. *

* Steps *

* Door is unlocked. *

* Door slams shut,
Keys rattle. *

* Steps *

* Door opens and closes again. *

*Soft monotonous music*

Uh!
Uah.

Uh...

Uah.

Uh!

Uh!

*moan*

(pained) Ah!

"So the little fox escaped
from the big brown bear.

The fox was surprised why the bear was so angry with

him when he loved all the
animals in the forest so much.

That's why he decided to

bring his friend, the owl, to visit.

The owl was smart and
always had good advice."

Will you ask Dad to finish
reading the story to you?

Mom still has to work.

I like you. Good night.

What happened? I was
looking for evidence.

You wanted that.

I should have at least
pretended as if I believe you.

That would have been nice, yes.

Mh... ouch.

Sorry.

I'm not a professional.

You're doing really great.

I'm glad I can
at least trust you.

Do you know who that guy was?

I know him from somewhere.

I've seen it before, certainly.

I was very happy.

Me too.

N/a?

Hey. Did you have a good time?

Amazing, but yes.

Why are you flirting
with my colleague?

I wasn't flirting. Oh
come on, I know you.

Aha, have you been watching
us for a long time, Mr Bond?

I didn't, I just didn't want to
leave you alone for too long.

But apparently I was
worried for nothing.

I wanted in front of your
boss make a good impression.

I thought that's why we're here.
Not boss, just senior colleague.

That doesn't make a good
impression if you turn on him right away.

I didn't hit on him.
You wanted that...

Man, pay attention,
you idiot. I'm sorry.

Thanks. Don't touch
my wife. Get lost!

Why don't I believe you? Hm?

Oh...

The guy did the catering?

And he tried to go to Anara
to come to hospital. Seriously?

But why?
I do not know. Do you think he wanted...

* He takes a deep breath. *
Don `t blame yourself.

It's not your fault.

She has decided
to take this path.

She deliberately kept
this all secret from you.

The apartment,

the pregnancy,

the thing with Patrick.

I'm such an idiot.

You're not an idiot.

Do you really want that?

Why didn't we
do it much earlier?

*Powerful music*

Oh...

* He moans excitedly. *

*Shrill sounds*

*Scornful laugh*

(woman) My daughter
will wake up again.

Is that what you say?
- (Doctor) The values are better.

She shows the first
weak neural reactions.

But please, this is a tiny
positive signal, nothing more.

This... This is a sign.

We will monitor your daughter for the
next few days. Then we'll know more.

But if she comes back, will
she remember everything?

To me? To us?

I can't tell you
that. I'm sorry.

Understand. Excuse
me, I have to go back.

Please wait a moment.

If...

the guy shows up here,
then please call me.

Under no circumstances should
you let him into Anara's room, okay?

Thanks.

Perfect.

They're just in time.

This guy has something
to do with Anara's accident.

It wasn't an accident.

The KTU found third-party
software in the car's computer.

This was used to manipulate the

electronics: brakes, steering, throttle cable.

Fuck. I knew it.

To install the software,
you need access to the car.

Who would be able to do this
other than your wife and yourself?

What are you trying to
imply? It may be a coincidence.

But the software comes
from your employer's offering.

OK.

My colleague Patrick Reitwald has
had his sights on me for a long time.

I am the young wolf who
fights for his place in the pack.

A place on the board will
soon become available.

Patrick is afraid
that it goes to me.

That's why he should
Killed your wife?

He probably wanted
to kill me. It's my car.

How does he get to your car?

This guy... hurt me so much.

He's worked for Patrick before.

It's no problem for someone
like that to break into a car.

Mr.

Reitwald cooperated

with us from the beginning.

He provided our KTU with the know-how
with which we could read the software.

Yes, of course.

He's playing us off against
each other. *Sinister music*

* Harsh, dissonant sounds *

You smoked again.

What? That's rubbish.

You can smell it.

And if so.

I don't want you to smoke.

And I don't want you to
treat me like a teenager.

Then don't act like that.

Since when have you been such an asshole?

I'm not an asshole,
I'm just reacting to you.

On your lies.

* Clinking dark sounds *

What's that supposed to mean? This
has been clearly agreed: no alcohol!

These are devout Muslims.
Away with it!

Are you always late now?
I'll come if you want me to.

What happened to you?
Your special attention.

I don't have time
for your humor now.

Pull yourself together.
We're wrapping this up now.

Can I rely on you?
Naturally.

Patrick said
You have your doctoral thesis

in the history of the twelve-cylinder
Written flat engines.

My father used to
take me to car racing.

And this moment,
shortly after ignition,

when 340 HP rears up,

You also fall in love as a girl.

I own a 512 S,

Year of construction 1971.

I've never been an envious person.

Until now.
* She laughs. *

Enjoy the oysters.

Bon appetit.

*Dark sounds*

Maybe Mr van Veeren can
recommend us some champagne?

The sheikh would be happy about
a champagne recommendation.

What?
A champagne.

* The sheikh speaks Arabic. *

"The ordinary person...
repents of his sins.

The chosen ones...

regret their carelessness."

Yes. Naturally.

Also from al-Misri.

Didn't your grandmother
teach you that?

No.

* You can't hear Patrick. *

*Incomprehensible*

* Harsh, dissonant sounds *

Why doesn't Mr van Veeren eat anything?

Maybe he doesn't like fish.

Everything OK?

Yes.

I'm just not hungry.
That doesn't make a good impression.

* Harsh, dissonant sounds *

* He takes a deep breath. *

* Oppressive music *

Uh...

*Dull heartbeat*

(Sheikh) Do you race yourself?

340 HP between your legs,
you have to experience it once.

Real!
What?

Mr. van Veeren, your grandmother has it
Didn't you teach that?

His grandmother
was an old Nazi aunt.

She wanted Max to
learn to march properly.

*Muffled, distorted laughter*

Uh!

She wanted to poison us.
He mixed something into our food.

Who put something in our food?

The Arab!
* He chokes. *

Uh...
Come with me!

Uh...
Excuse me.

* Max coughs. *

You're ruining everything for us.

The waiter from catering
he wanted to poison me.

* Thumping music from outside *

You go home now
and get some sleep.

Are you coming with me?
Are you crazy?

No!

* Subtle jazz music *

* Steps *

Don't you think
that's enough?

You weren't even on your
honeymoon over the Jordan.

What a great time.

Costa Rica, rum, coke,
the whole program.

And then you wanted to mess
with those idiots from Texas.

Nobody could stop you.

But.

You.

I like you much better,

if you are not so incredibly
successful and self-confident,

but when you are
really desperate.

Then you have something like this...

real,

almost endearing.

Like a boy who needs to
be protected from doing shit.

Do you still love me?

We all love you,
Smaller.

*Sad guitar sounds*

Do you know how that works?

Lick.

Drink.

Bite.

He doesn't know how to do it.
No, he doesn't know.

(distorted) Lick.

*Smacking sound*

Drink.

Bite.

*Juicy biting sound*

* Oppressive sounds *

Stop!

*moan*

(Child) ♪ Sur le pont
d'Avignon on y danse, on y danse.

Sur le pont d'Avignon
on y danse all en rond. ♪

Bravo!
C'est joli, très joli.

Do it as a chanteuse, too.
(Mother) Tu amuses le papa.

Il y a quelqu'un.

It's a college.

*Dark, dissonant music*

There in the room.
- C'est qui?

(Mother) Je sais pas.

*Threatening sounds*

Il est en train d'entrer là.
Je m'en occupe.

*Dark music*

Max.

Such a surprise.
We have the deal.

Sit down.
You fucked my wife.

This isn't the right
setting for this...

Shut up, you asshole!

You almost killed her
to get rid of me.

So that I don't take your place
on the board away from you.

I don't want to get rid of you.
We have our differences.

But... I appreciate your work.

And I really appreciate your
contribution to the company.

I do not believe you!
I appeal to the police.

Non, non, attends.

I hardly know your wife.
I met her once.

I'm very sorry,
what happened to her. You both.

You are a valuable person.

An extraordinary person.
We don't want to lose you.

I don't want to lose you, Max.

If I can help you somehow,
Than let me know. Please.

* whistle sound *

That lying motherfucker.

*Serious music*

What are you doing here?

You were right, we can't
get Patrick without evidence.

Max, let it go.
The Dubai deal is extremely sensitive.

State-of-the-art security
technology for an autocrat.

There is a lot at stake for him.
How did you get in here?

You have known,
that Patrick locked me out?

You almost ruined
our deal yesterday.

Patrick and I saved him.
Aha.

And you two are the
new dream team, or what?

What does he promise you so
that you will help him on the board?

Patrick doesn't want the
seat on the board at all.

He is happy that he has
more time for his family.

More time for his
family. Bullshit.

Oh, you want to be on the
board? You are kidding me.

Does that surprise you?

Do you have so
little faith in me?

You fooled me.

The whole time.

You're too complacent
see myself as competition.

You came to the hospital,
you had an open ear for me.

And a shoulder to lean on.
How ripped off is that! Max.

You told me about your wife.

And you showed up at my
office the day before yesterday.

Mmm. You can see it that way too.

And the rest of the evening?
Was that also planned?

What rest of the evening?

Wow.

You enjoyed it so much.

And now you can't remember it.

Max, you're imagining
a lot of strange things.

OK. I will report the Dubai
deal to the authorities,

with all the details about the
supposedly civilian area of operation.

And if you don't help me...
The ministry approved it.

With all the details.

We want again
Become an export world champion.

You will be a good board member.

And you should slowly
seek professional help.

I trusted you.

* Dull, gloomy sounds *

*Dark music*

(Doctor) Marcel! Stefan!

Unfortunately, I can't
let you into the ward.

What? But I have
to go to my wife.

She needs rest.
She needs me.

Sit in the cafeteria,
until the chief physician comes to you.

*Menacing music*

Let me pass!
Let me go to Anara!

Leave me!
Let me go to my wife!

Leave me!
Leave me! Leave me!

He wants to kill her!
He wants to kill her!

This is a fucking murderer!
Let me go to my wife!

Leave me!

* Dramatic music *

* chatter *

*Low moan*

Uh...

What does he pay you?

How much Patrick pays you
so that you kill my wife.

What?

You already understood me.

What's your name?

What's your name?

Said.

What the hell do you
want from my wife, Said?

*Tense music*

Hi.

Hi.

I'm sorry. No, I'm sorry.

I am sorry for that My
husband's behavior. No...

Your husband just
wanted you... to protect.

He doesn't have to
protect me. I am not a child.

Maybe that's why
he was so angry.

Can I have one too? Yes.

Clear.

I love her.

I'm sorry, what?

Anara loves me too.

Wow.

You're a real romantic.

Mmm.

What did you do to her?

What you did to her!

I didn't do anything to her.

But you.

Maybe it's also
because of your style,

how you constantly
deceive yourself.

What am I kidding myself?

That you're an independent,
you are a confident woman.

Hey, take a look.

Would you react like that
What if I were wrong? Hardly likely.

I am much less dissatisfied with
you than you are with yourself.

I'm even happy for you. Yes.

That you can realize
yourself with the gallery.

That's a nice activity.

If you find a challenge
and a meaning in it,

Then it's great, really.

*Soft depressing music*

Hold on.

Come on, stop!

I want to get out.

*Dark music*

I want to get out immediately!

Then you get out,
if I want it.

* Tires squeal. *

* Dramatic music *

*He's breathing heavily. *

Are you completely tired of life, huh?!

And do you believe that?

She played with you, Said.

Because she knows
exactly how to fool us guys.

She even did it to me
and lied to me for months.

You're lying to yourself.

You provoked me.

Or let's say,
I allowed myself to be provoked.

Everything else was an
ugly chain of causation.

Okay, listen, I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry.

I'll be at the airport now.
Call back when you hear this.

I love you.

* Oppressive music *

*Tense music*

To your new home!

To the dump!
* Cell phone buzzes. *

Sometimes he really scares me.

Should I stay here tonight?

I, I'm just asking.

Don't talk shit like
that about my wife!

She is no longer your wife!
Shut up!

Anara doesn't love you anymore.
Shut your fucking mouth!

Uh!

Uh!

what are we going to do now?
(Said) No idea.

Are you scared?

Not you?

But.

But... I'm happy about it.

Is that okay for you,
when I'm happy?

Yes.

That is...

very okay for me.

She left you a long time ago.

Uh! Uh!

Uh!

She will always love me.

"Wow. That sounds wonderful."

The perfect surprise
for the perfect weekend.

Anara will go crazy with joy.

Saskia, you are the best
colleague in the world.

No, she's taking a shower right now.

* Water splashes. *
Yes. You me too.

Thank you. Bye.

*Dark sounds*

* Harsh, dissonant sounds *

* Dark music mixes
with gentle sounds. *

Max will never forgive me for this.

For a narcissist like him, it is
the greatest possible humiliation

because it inevitably
shows him the truth.

You do whatever you want.

You lead your own life and
he has no place in it anymore.

*Soft dark music*

* Dark, distorted music *

I think he knows now
where I am.

I can't stay here.

I love you.

* Oppressive music *

* Harsh sounds *

* Device beeps regularly. *

* Dissonant sounds *

* Exciting music *

Max.

* She breathes raggedly. *

Hello?

* She gasps. *

*sound signal*

*Menacing music*

(Doctor) You had an accident.
Traumatic brain injury.

You were in an induced
coma for about a week.

But I can calm you down,
Your child is fine.

My, my husband...

I...

I believe,
he wanted to do something to me.

It is normal,
that coma patients need something,

to reorientate
yourself in reality.

I'm not imagining it.
I didn't want to judge that either.

Our neurologist will check
on you tomorrow morning.

But now you can rest.

You are in good hands here.

OK?

Good.

* Dissonant sounds *

* Door squeaks. *

* You can't hear them. *

*Soft, disturbing music*

* rumbling *

* Exciting music *

* rumble *

* Steps *

* Quiet oppressive music *

* Exciting music *

Max, is that you?

You're awake?

Did I sleep long?

Yes.

Hm.

Nice that you're here.
Do not you remember...

at...

To what?

To our child?

Our kid?

There's nothing wrong
with the baby, right?

But.

Yes.

Everything OK.

I think I can already feel
how his little heart beats.

Listen.

This is our child, Max.

Our baby.

Uh!

* Dramatic music *

Uh...

Help! Help!

*Sinister music*

* She gasps. *

Uah!

* He groans. *

*Dark music*

Uh!

* She wheezes. *

Uh!

* chatter *

Everything okay?

Yes.

You tossed and turned
in your sleep all night.

* Quiet monotone piano sounds *

I had a strange dream.

Would you like to tell me?

You lied to me and cheated on me.

Hey...

You know I would never do that.

Yes.

I know.

* Quiet delicate violin tones *

*Dark monotonous sounds*

Look, you can clearly
see the heartbeat.

* Oppressive sounds *

* Harsh, dissonant tones *

(echoing) Our child.

* Harsh sounds *

Everything OK?

Yes.

Everything OK.

THE END