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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