All language subtitles for Intrigo Dear Agnes

The people of the
world are more or less the same.

Though we may come
in different shapes and colors,

we all share
the same inheritance.

And we all have our backstories
and our secrets.

And so has Agnes,
walking her dogs on the beach.

Soon her life will change,

and the past will become
the present, again.

Even though evolution
might seem to mature us,

there are still
parts of our brain

that belong
to our reptile ancestors.

Although we've convinced
ourselves that hate, revenge,

and nemesis belong to the past,

our ancient ancestors' blood
still runs in our veins,

whether we like it or not.

Clara and Thomas...

are coming Thursday.

Will you be home then?

I'm in Altmaar
on Thursday.

Oh, yes.

Damn.

Maybe it's just
for the best.

Can't you just
tell me his name?

The man that you love.

His name's
Erich Neumann-Hansen,

and he's sitting
right here next to me.

Do you want another painkiller?

I don't want anything.

The doctor said you can take
as many as you want.

I just want you to be happy.

I want you to feel okay.

And I don't want you to argue.

I just find it strange...

the way they start
turning up now.

It's all that matters
to me, darling.

That you don't argue.

I don't argue.

I know.

Do you want me to prepare
some food for Thursday?

Thomas can bring some Thai.

I love you.

I know.

Keats, Byron.

He always just...
money, money, money.

He lives, breathes,
sleeps money.

So I said to him, "Sure.
You've got the money, Frank.

But you can't buy talent."

At least not your own.

Sorry.

- Am I right?
- Yes, definitely.

Oh, we need more wine in here.

More wine, Henny.

Henny?

Right. Where was I?
Uh, love and talent.

You can't do that.

I hate it like that.
I'm not going.

Simple as that.

You would've done the same.

And then, then they
wanted to transfer me

to the head office in London,
and then the shit hit the fan.

I mean, I just thought, "No,
not doing that. I've had enough."

Career change for me,
within 12 months,

I bought this beautiful home.

I just said, "No, that's it.

You can take your job and
you can stick it up your ass.

I'm gonna be one of the best
TV producers in Europe."

- How old are the girls now?
- Rea is ten and Betty is eight.

Oh, big girls now.

Haven't seen them in years.

How are things for you?

- For me?
- Are you working at all?

I've a... I've got a few
things in the pipeline

but nothing set
in stone as yet.

I'm just the same.

I don't take
anything for granted.

So shall I come pick you up
later after riding, Betty?

I can take the bus.

Okay. So, I'll see you
at dinner, all right?

Come on, Betty.
We have to run.

- Bye, Mom.
- Kiss goodbye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Come on.

No, no, no, no, no.

We can't accept that.

No. Not a chance.

Well, then I'll put
Vera Kaufmann on it instead.

Yeah. Well, you know
what that means, don't we?

So, do me favor, give her a
call, or even...

All right.

Well,
you stay strong, Agnes.

I'm so sorry.

God bless you.

I'll go with Thomas instead.

So, see you there?

Yes. Suit yourself.

Keep the...

What are you talking about?

Keep
everything, and then

you could actually get a
separate house there and there.

We could build two more houses.

That's a horrible idea.

We could easily get
part of the commission.

- We're very close...
- No.

It feels so strange
now that Dad's not here.

How does it feel for you to be
completely alone in this big house?

I'm not alone.

Byron, Keats, food.

What...
what difference does it make

if I take it now or later?

It's mine anyway.

Let's wait until evaluation.

Fine, fine.

"And thus
it follows that the estate,

both banking deposits
and property

with its inventory in Maardam,

shall be divided
into two equal parts.

The first part will go to my
children, Clara and Thomas,

and the other part
to my wife, Agnes.

Being of sound mind, memory,
and understanding,

Erich Neumann-Hansen."

But hang on.

What happened to the property
being left in marital trust?

According to the law, if we were both
your children, that would be the case,

but it just so happens
that we're not.

Luckily... for us.

Now, I know that these things
can take some time, but...

both Clara and I would
appreciate it if all of this

could be over and done with
as soon as possible.

Clara.

We'll stay in touch.

I know you want to stay
in this house, Agnes.

I know.

But surely there's nothing to
prevent you from buying them out.

Neither Clara nor Thomas
seem to want the house anyway.

How can I ever afford to
on my salary?

I had lunch with
Susanne Liebermann today.

- Oh?
- Yeah.

And it got a bit embarrassing

when she asked
if you got that part.

What part?

That's exactly what I said.

Apparently, you told her
that you had a gig on the go.

Now, this autumn.

It wouldn't have hurt
to tell me, would it?

I felt like a right idiot.

Okay.

- "Okay"?
- What do you want me to say?

Well, what gig
would it be, then?

You know we're opening
a new office in Munich.

I'm gonna be gone
most of the autumn.

Henny?

- Henny?
- Don't you get it?

What is there to get?

That things aren't
so fucking easy for me.

What do you suggest
I should have said then?

I'm going to bed.

Peter's a bastard.

You don't love him anymore.

It's not that simple.

Get a life of your own,
a job at the very least.

Divorce that waste of space.

Come on, it's not like
he can't afford it.

You've always been so crass.

I was at a funeral
the other day.

Anything
for your own amusement.

His name was
Erich Neumann-Hansen.

Erich Neumann-who?

He was married to Agnes.

Agnes? Your Agnes?

Shit.

How was she?

I don't know.

What, you didn't ask her?

Not really.

What's wrong with you?

You know, I never understood
what happened between you two.

Just to the right,

just yellowish-brownish one.

Yes, I see it.
Very yellowish-brownish.

That's a Sphyrapicus varius.
It's impossible.

It's on the wrong side
of the Atlantic Ocean.

- Somebody pinch me.
- No fucking way.

What the hell
is he doing here?

Have you seen any others,
any females?

No.

Cornell are gonna
hear about this.

Please, don't fly away now.

It doesn't look bothered.

It's fucking brilliant.

From now on, you better
come along every time, Agnes.

Ah.

Agnes...

Agnes, are you paying attention?

Yes.
Sphyrapicus varius.

Shh. Shut up.

Also known as
the yellow-bellied sapsucker.

- Shit!
- Oh.

Are you nuts?

Do you realize
what you've just done?

- No.
- What's going on?

Better ask Agnes.

Well, it turned out to be
a very yellow-bellied,

yellow-bellied sapsucker.

- Did you get him?
- No.

Shit. Well, maybe
it was just a...

a larger than normal
penduline tit or something.

No way.
It was far too big to be a tit.

But Ansgar, darling, you told me
tits could never be too big.

For years, they've been
complete strangers,

but ever since
Erich's diagnosis,

it feels like they can't
get enough of the place.

I think they'll get it,
and I'll be homeless.

Thomas seems to have
a heart of stone.

No wonder he's
an up-and-coming lawyer.

And Clara,
I don't know. Tsk.

She never puts
her foot down.

A real yellow-belly.

Proper yellow-bellied
sapsucker.

She's a sap, all right.

How about you?

How are things?

Are you still
in Grothenburg?

Yeah, I...
I haven't worked in ages.

I've been
looking after the girls,

and Peter's always
tied up with something.

What is he up to these days?

He has a big production company.
They make film and TV.

Sorry. May I have
some more wine, please?

- Yes, yes, of course.
- Thank you.

I think Peter's
cheating on me.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Do you know who?

I don't want to know.

Here we are.

And anything for yourself?

- No, thank you.
- Okay, enjoy.

Thank you.

My car's over there.

I'm on my bike.

It's been a long time.

Can't we see
each other again soon?

Yes, maybe.

Okay. I'll be in touch.

Okay.

I'm starving.

I need meat.

Student loan
gets paid out on Monday.

Agnes, if you hadn't gone
and spoiled everything,

we could all be tucking into
a flame-grilled,

yellow-bellied sapsucker by now.

You really have the ability
to string out a joke.

Apart from Ansgar, of course,
who might prefer to get

his teeth stuck
into a big tit.

Ouch.

- Did you grab it?
- What?

The bird watching notes.

No. I thought you got them.

- Oh, shit!
- Can you drive us home, please?

Henny, I thought you were
gonna stay at my place tonight.

I'm sorry, darling.
All this excitement's

really taken it out of me.

Me too.

We'll drop you off
by the Botanical Gardens.

What?

Seriously, Henny,
we can't go on like this.

I know.
How did we end up with

the biggest
pair of tits in town?

Speaking of tits,
look what I have.

- Hmm?
- Oh, you beauty.

I love you for this.

Let's hide it.
It's getting dark.

Let's hide it.
Here in the park.

Here.

Erich, he moved back

from Kaalbringen
after his divorce.

His father had just died,

so... he inherited
the house.

Let's go.

Go!

It's... Peter.

Really, I know
I should leave him.

I mean, he's chosen
someone else over me.

Probably been several over the years.
What do I know?

But I can't...
deal with it.

For some reason,
I just... can't.

Ahem.

You know, I actually
began to envy you.

What if it was me who'd
been left widowed instead?

What if I had been you?

If Peter happened to get
a terminal illness...

leukemia, like Erich.

Can you hear
what you're saying?

I even think it'd be
easier for the kids.

I can't quite let go
of that feeling.

The envy and how much easier
everything would be.

Christ, Henny.

Is this some sort of fantasy,

or is it just one
of your sick jokes?

Have you seen the film
Strangers on a Train?

Hitchcock.

Two people meet on a train,
and they make a deal

that each one will commit
a murder on behalf of the other.

Swap murders,
both with watertight alibis.

Why are you
telling me this?

Because I realize I'm the
first person they'd suspect.

Suspect? Oh...

So now you want me
to kill your husband.

I've been thinking
since we last saw each other.

You need cash, right?

Well, money isn't a problem.
After Mom's will, I...

Tell me
you're fucking joking.

If you do this for me,

I'll make sure
you can keep the house.

No one would suspect you.

You're sick.

Please, Agnes!

Get help!

Henny!

My time has finally come.

Say hello,
to the new Cordelia!

Cordelia?

Is Groschmann doing Lear?

Yeah. He's here now!

- Here?
- Yes.

- Where?
- Oh, fuck off!

He arrived yesterday.

And next week,

they're holding auditions
at the Kellerteater!

So, you have
to help me, Henny.

I really want
to get this part.

So, you have to do
lines with me.

I'll do anything for you.
You know that.

I mean, he's Mr. "Everything
I Touch Turns into Gold" Groschmann.

So, this is
a chance of a lifetime.

You've met him, haven't you?
What's he like?

Wow. We had
a wonderful night.

Like one of these nights
where two souls merge into one.

- Oh, stop!
- And then...

Stop!

No, we only had
half an hour together

during that interview, but...
he's special, you know?

- Mm-hmm.
- He sort of stays with you.

Ready?

"If he be taken,
I shall nevermore be feared of doing harm.

Make your own purpose.
How in my strength you please.

For you, Edmond."

"In the good man is distress.

Seek, seek for him..."

- "Lest his..."
- "Lest his..."

"Ungoverned rage
dissolve the life."

"Ungoverned rage
dissolve the life."

Ahem. "News, madam.

The British powers
are marching hitherward."

When I saw you in Cafe Intrigo,

it was as if time
had stood still.

And I realized how much
I've missed you.

Your laughter.
Your way of telling a story.

You're one in a million, Agnes.

I've understood that you're not
interested in my proposal,

and I respect that.

But I hope you might
still want to see me,

and that, just maybe,
you've missed me, too.

I'll never forget that year

we spent together
in Frau Bloeme's house.

Me, struggling
with my boring Sociology,

and you with your Literature,

longing for your family
back in Italy.

Although it was tough
for both of us,

it was the happiest
time of my life.

Shh.

Dear Agnes,
couldn't we just start over?

"...furrow-weeds,
with burr-docks, hemlock,

nettles, cuckoo-flowers, Darnel,

and all the idle weeds

that grow
in our sustaining corn.

A century send forth.

Search every acre
in the high-grown field,

and bring him to our eye.

What can a man's wisdom..."

Sorry, sorry, I forgot.

Um, this is when
the officer exits.

"What can a man's wisdom,
in his bereaved..."

Hold on a minute.
Um, now he's gone.

Um, would she carry on
in exactly the same way?

What do you mean?

I think there can be
some kind of break here.

Well, I'm doing
the audition, not you,

and I want Cordelia
to be strong.

Surely she can be strong

without talking
in such a loud voice.

Yes, but it's
a classical theatrical text,

so it's crying out
to be interpreted.

And we're not doing documentary
for the History Channel.

All right. I just meant you could
find a slightly different...

And surely that's why

Groschmann is coming here.

To see how Cordelia
can be interpreted, right?

- Yeah. But...
- And this is my interpretation.

I mean, I hope
I'm better than Louise.

- God, yes.
- And that other girl.

- Are they auditioning as well?
- Yeah.

- They are.
- Hmm.

But it could be
interesting,

I guess, for Groschmann.

I mean, Louise has,
given talentlessness,

a brand-new face, no?

- Put it on the map.
- Raised the bar.

- That low.
- That low.

You have to come along tomorrow
for moral support.

- Of course I will.
- Thank you.

Think he'll remember me?

Who?

Groschmann.

You know, I heard he came here
only to be close to you.

He couldn't get Henny
Delgado out of his head.

So, the play at the Kellerteater
is all because of you.

I believe it.

Hello?

Johann Clausen.
Real estate agency.

It's nice to meet you.

What a fantastic place
you have here.

It's totally unique.

I can just imagine the bidding
this place would attract.

Hello, Agnes.

I'm just going
to look outside.

Thomas.
Agnes is here now.

You know, I almost worked
that out entirely by myself.

Agnes?

I'm just wondering what kind of
timeframe we're working with.

When do you want this in the market?
The most important thing

is that we get
the highest price for it.

The highest price,
as soon as possible.

When are you guys
ready to... ready to move?

- Now.
- Now?

And so apart from
deductions for loans and other costs,

you'll have to pay Clara
and Thomas 500,000 Euro

if you want to buy them out.

Give or take 20,000, depending
on the new valuation.

I cannot manage that.

I spoke to the bank yesterday.

I'm sorry, Agnes.

This is just
how things stand.

You-you have to understand
the children as well.

They don't want to wait
for their money.

Yes. So I understand.

Please wait a few days...
before telling them.

Okay.

- I will call you.
- When you're ready.

- Peter?
- Hmm?

I'd like to start over.

Move to a bigger town,
where I can find a job.

Get to know some new people.

Hey...

Maybe you could
run the new office.

I always wanted
to live in Munich.

I'll talk to Gosser.

He owes me a favor anyway.

Maybe he can get you
into something here.

Karl-Heinz Theater.

Why don't you
just hire a professional

if you have so much money?

Why come to me?

Actually,
it's completely on impulse.

I was thinking of that film

and how we could
actually help each other.

How much are you
prepared to pay?

How much do you want?

Three-hundred thousand,
minimum.

I'll give you 400,
minimum.

This is really insane, Henny.

Fine.

How do you imagine
this can be done?

Let's go outside.

He looks just the same...
despite everything.

There are
more pictures inside.

You have to know what
he looks like nowadays.

I have an identical one.

I've put prepaid cards on both
and saved our numbers.

You mustn't use it
for anything else.

Okay.

An advance.

A hundred and fifty grand.

I'll be in touch about dates
and all that, okay?

Yes. Ooh.

After returning
to England in 1811,

he got down to work

on what would eventually
become Childe Harold.

What would you say
sets this work apart?

I think it was written
in Spenserian meter.

And what is that?

Old metrical form.

How old?

1600s?

1500s.

Iambic pentameter followed
by a single alexandrine.

Are you all right?

You'll have to excuse me.

- Yes.
- I can't do it.

This is madness.
I couldn't live with myself.

- If that's how you feel.
- Yes, that's how I feel.

- Right. It was a stupid idea.
- Yes, it was.

- So forget about it then.
- Good.

We'll forget
it ever came up, Henny.

Okay.

Just give me
your bank account and I'll...

I'll return your money.

No, no.
That won't work.

It would look very strange.

I had to mess about quite a bit
to take out that much cash.

So what do we do?

Next Thursday at 11:00,

the Motorway Service Cafe.

Can you make it?

I'll manage.

Oh, by the way,
I had a chat with Gosser.

He's practically
gave me his word

that he'd get you a part.

Some Ibsen play
or something.

I thought you'd be happy.

What? Because you persuaded
a mate of yours

to get me a minor part
in some play

you don't even know
the title of?

Anyone else would leap
at the opportunity.

Not me.

So call him and tell him
it's off then, yeah?

Yeah.

I don't need your help.

Suit yourself.

Oh, you really
do have green fingers,

or whatever it's called.

Thank you.

So...

I have the valuation.

A little bit more
than we expected.

It's quite a bit more,
actually.

I want you to leave.

This is still my house
and my garden.

Agnes, half of this
is still yours.

The other half
belongs to me and to Clara.

Very soon now, the whole house
is going to be sold.

I said go away.

Do you think I don't know?

Do you think I don't know
how you used my dad,

that you were seeing others

from the very second you knew
he was terminally ill?

I don't understand
why he didn't kick you out.

And who would've looked
after him in his final days?

You and Clara?

You know nothing about
what Erich and I had together.

I know that you never
loved my dad.

I'm picking up my photo albums
from my childhood.

They're hardly yours,
are they?

No.

I want to keep the house.

In that case,
we have to continue with our plan.

No more messing about.

But how do we do it?

What's your thinking?

It feels so unreal,
somehow.

Do you remember
the bird link?

Ansgar and...

Klaus-Joseph.

I'll see you there
in 45 minutes.

Turnoff towards
the little bridge.

I inherited them from dad.

I think they're from the war.

Anyway, impossible to trace.

Mm-hmm.

So you want me
to shoot him?

It's completely up to you.

Rather do it another way,
that's fine by me.

No, no.
It's fine.

I've never handled a gun.

Nor have I.

Well, hardly.

It can't be
that difficult.

You'll have to practice...
in a forest or something.

Yeah.

Peter is always going off
on conference trips.

So, I'll check his calendar.

It has to be synchronized
with what I'm doing.

- Mm-hmm.
- Need a watertight alibi.

I can't just be
home with the children.

That wouldn't be enough.

Look, Henny...

why don't you just leave him?

It doesn't make sense.

It doesn't.

Because I know deep down

that's exactly what
he wants me to do.

And I'm not gonna
give him the satisfaction.

And you?
How did it go for you?

Yeah.
He didn't get it at all.

He thought
it was going great.

Same thing with Ansgar.
Clueless, basically.

Two tequilas,
salt and lemon.

Good day for tequila.

Yes. Like that, it is.

We have to celebrate,
don't we?

Finally,
it's just the two of us.

Mm.
Pity we're not gay.

- Mm...
- Imagine how much easier life would be.

But I love you.
You know that.

Yeah, of course.
And I love you.

Voilá.

Thank you.

Come on, then.

We should go away together
once all this is over.

Italy, maybe.

Firenze.

Now we won't see
each other for a bit.

I'll wait till you've gone.

"Tis known before.

Our preparation stands
in expectation of them.

O dear father!

It is thy business
that I go about.

Therefore great France...

my mourning
and important tears hath pitied.

No blown ambition
doth our arms incite.

But love, dear love

and our ag'd father's right.

Soon may I hear and see him."

Bravo.

It's, uh, um...

It's Agnes, isn't it?

Yes.

And you did Masha
in The Three Sisters?

Yes, last spring.

Did you like her?

I liked her very much.

Both her and the role.

Chekhov, eh?

The man who wouldn't
listen to his doctors.

It's a bit too mainstream for
me, but great fun, I'm sure.

Thank you.

And thank you all, ladies,
for wonderful performances.

It's just too bad there
can be only one Cordelia.

I'll let you know
either way tomorrow morning.

Noon at the latest.
That's a wrap.

Oh, yes,
and before you leave,

anyone interested in reading
for Goneril or Regan,

be here tomorrow evening,
filling that. Thanks, again.

Terrific stuff.
Terrific.

So you've met him
before, right?

Interviewed him for the
student magazine last year.

Yeah.
He's just amazing.

Not that ugly either.

Yeah, that's true.

Do you guys wanna
tag along for beer?

- Sure.
- I don't know about you,

- I think I need three.
- Let's go. Come on.

- Oh, come on.
- Yeah. Of course.

Yes.

I don't think
I did very well, you know.

Oh, no, you were great.

Well, hardly made much
of an impression there.

- He didn't recognize you?
- Not in the least.

Even though I gave him
my most winning smile.

Christ. What a drag.

Still, you did Cordelia
the way you see her.

What do you mean,
the way I see her?

How else
should I have done it?

No, I just meant

you can afford
to be proud of yourself.

Hey, let's go to Gunthers.

That's a good idea.
Do you wanna come?

Come on, let's go.

Come on,
let's have a beer.

I don't know.
I think I'll head off home.

Yeah, right.
Stop messing about.

- You sure?
- Yeah, I'm sure.

I'm gonna go. Okay?

Okay.

Oh, come on...
Let's go. Let's go.

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

- Hey, ladies.
- Yes.

- Hello.
- Hi.

Have you decided?

Mm... mm-mm.

You have a good look.

- For Cordelia.
- Thank you.

Would you like
a glass of wine?

Red or white?

- Red.
- Excuse me.

Yes, please.

Can we have two glasses
of red, please?

Yes.

Aww, it's closed, guys.

So where do we go now?

So... do you intend
on pursuing it?

- The theater?
- Yeah.

Maybe.

I guess stranger things
have happened.

Then I'll speak
to some people.

Give you some names,
good names, good schools.

If you're interested,
I mean.

Yes, I really am.

Thank you.

Would you like to do
all sorts of acting...

television, film, theater?

I like theater.

You prefer theater?

Oh, wow,
that's really...

This is a really nice place.
Well done.

You know, we could
go out back somewhere.

Think I just changed
my mind.

- Can I have a drag?
- Sure.

You can't stay,
you know.

I've got a big day tomorrow.
I need to sleep.

And as long as
you're in touching distance,

that's gonna make it
very difficult.

Absolutely.

Do you know I've been
approached many times

to direct
at the Kellerteater?

It's never
quite worked out.

I'm glad it has
this time, though.

This is the first time
Shakespeare's ever been done there,

you know that?

So you'll be in touch
tomorrow?

Before 12:00.
Promise.

Hi, this is
Peter Groschmann.

I can't come to the phone right
now so please leave a message.

On the balcony?
Why?

Oh, hold on a second.
Yes, dear?

You seen Henny today?

Uh, uh, she left in a hurry
a couple of hours ago.

And what happened then?

What was he doing
there then?

God...

It's half past 1:00.
Why haven't you called?

Ah, sorry, I had to make some
chops and changes this morning.

Really?
Have you decided?

Yes, I have, actually.
It's Henny Delgado here.

But we really need a Goneril,
so maybe you can play that part.

You're gonna need to...

Agnes?

Okay.

We'll be rehearsing daytimes
for the first three weeks,

and then a week before,
get in the theater...

Agnes?

Yes, she left.

I'm as surprised
as you are, dear.

She packed everything
in an hour.

I asked her
if something had happened,

but she just thanked me
for everything,

and then she was on her way.

Well, I think it's
almost too good to be true.

But I've done my sums,

and it's going to be fine.

Excellent.

Who would ever
have thought a banker

was capable
of changing his mind?

One would think
it was against their nature.

As I said earlier,

Clara and Thomas want
this whole thing

to be over and done with
as soon as possible.

The transaction has to be
finalized at the end of the month.

At the end of the month.

Good. I'll let
the bank know.

And I will speak
to the children.

"In her first passion,

a woman loves her lover,

and all the others,
all she loves is love."

Thank you.

"A mistress never is
nor can be a friend.

While you agree,
you are lovers.

And when it is over,
anything but friends."

Morning.

- I would like to buy a wig.
- Okay.

Shh.

There will be,
like, eight of us,

and remember,
Wasserman's a vegetarian

so you might have to make
a salad or something.

Yes, I know.
I can make a gratin.

And then there's a conference
in Linden, 25th, 26th, 27th.

Might have to go in the 24th,

but I won't know
until a week before.

And where will you
be staying?

Silverling House, I presume.

That's where she usually
books me into.

Why do you ask?

I just want to know
where you are.

That's the same weekend

I'll be at that workshop
in Saarendorf.

What workshop?

Fine, I'll talk to Benji.

The girls could stay
with him while I'm away.

And then it's Vienna.

I know. Exactly.

I'll just be getting home and
then I'll have to leave again.

I tried to cancel it this year,
but they didn't want to listen.

They were planning to do some sort of...

I think I speak
for everyone in this room

when I say
that it's excellent news

that Agnes has managed
to persuade her bank.

We all know how much Agnes
loves this marvelous house,

and how difficult it would be
for her to be parted from it.

It's also very pleasing
that Clara and Thomas

can now take possession
of their legacy.

The final payment
to the respective accounts

will be transferred
by the end of next month.

Thank you, Martin.

Right. Well, I think that
wraps things up for today.

Wanna play, Dad?

Another time.

When he comes, I leave.

Take it easy, sis.

All right.

So I walk in,
and you're on your way out.

Got a home
to take care of.

I'll see you on the weekend
of 25th-26th.

Absolutely.

Maybe you should have married
your brother instead.

Wolfgang!

It's been a while.

Yeah, yeah. Of course.

- Have you got a pen and paper?
- Yes.

Silverling House Hotel
in Linden.

Hm, I'll find it.

Near the conference center.

It's walking distance,
so probably no taxi.

Uh-huh. Okay.

There'll be
opportunities.

They usually keep going
till fairly late in the day,

so it'll be dark.

And where will you be?

I'll be at a workshop
in Saarendorf.

I've borrowed a flat
on Parkstraat,

a little back street
behind the railway station.

They're called Wittgenstein.

Like the philosopher.

Exactly.

I'm immersing myself
in the noble art of acting.

- What are your dogs called?
- What?

What are your dogs called?

Well, I call them
Ms. Keats and Mrs. Byron.

When everything is over,
send me a text,

"Keats and Byron".

I'll send you a text,
"Keats and Byron".

Bye.

Bye.

Keats? Byron?

- Here.
- Thank you.

Thank you.
I'll be back tomorrow.

No problem, at all.

- Hello, Agnes.
- Hello.

I just want you to...

Well, I wanted to
apologize about Thomas.

I know he can be
a bit of an asshole.

But I'm not Thomas,

and I wish we'd be
friends, you and I.

- Do you?
- I know how much you meant to Dad,

how much he loved you.
I know that.

And in a way, I'm glad you're
staying at grandfather's house.

It's sort of continuity.
It's sort of still there.

And one can come here,
part of one's growing up.

And I know that's what dad
would have wanted,

for you stay on here
and we be friends.

But it hasn't been easy
for me either.

Yes. I can
understand that, Clara.

And it's fine.

- Are you going somewhere?
- No. Not really.

I appreciate you coming.

I want you to know that.

And I'm sure Erich
would have, too.

Sorry.
I'm a bit in a hurry.

No, of course.
See you, then.

Thanks.

Shit.

Come on, girls.

So I'll see you
after the weekend then.

- Well, what's that?
- It's a slide.

How are things with you?

- That's so cool!
- Pass.

Fine.

I'm just a bit nervous
about all of this, you know.

Out of practice,
to say the least.

It'll be fine.

I dropped it.
Pick it up.

Hey, budge over.

Come on, gang.
Let's get out of here.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Bye, Mom.

Hello? Yeah, it's me.

Yeah, I'll be there...

Well, there you are.

So what about the house?

Do you think
you'll be able to keep it?

Endless conversations
with the bank.

You know, I'd like to help,
but it's just impossible.

- I can't.
- I know.

But it will work out fine.

You know, Henny's at some sort
of workshop in Kaalbringen.

Or is it Saarendorf?

I can't remember.

Anyway, she'll be gone
all weekend.

Maybe we can meet
somewhere tomorrow?

I have to get back
to the dogs.

We can maybe be
in touch tomorrow.

Absolutely.

Inside.

If you touch the gun,
I'll shoot.

I said inside.

Drop the bag.

We're leaving here soon.

You can take
a seat for now.

How long have you been
planning this?

Ever since I realized
it was you.

Peter doesn't love anyone.

He can't love anyone.

Not even his own children.

That doesn't mean
I think it's okay

that you're fucking him,

like some sort of revenge for
something that happened years ago.

But why this playing games?

I think I have a bit
too much time on my hands.

- Huh?
- And also I was curious

how far you were
prepared to go.

But what if I had done it?

What if I had shot him?

I took a chance.

And I was right,
wasn't I?

Because of what happened
in the stupid theater.

You just can't
move on, can you?

Okay, you hated me then.

I can understand that.

But that was over
ten fucking years ago,

and you still want
to kill me.

And you, me, apparently.

It took a bit of money,
but it was worth it.

You're sick.

When things calm down out there,
we'll go for a drive.

So when the funeral and all of
that crap was out of the way...

Peter would just move into
your perfect little home?

With a room each
for the girls, of course.

You know,
why not convert the loft?

Did you really think
he'd want that?

That you mean
so much to him?

The truth is...

that he doesn't
mean anything to me.

It's not my fault
that he doesn't love you.

You're smart,
you're beautiful,

and I even think you're funny.

So I never understood
why Peter doesn't love you.

And he doesn't
offer me any clues.

I mean, I've asked him,
all right.

But you know how he is.

He zones out.

I actually feel
sorry for him.

We have
two children together.

What fucking right
do you have to destroy that?

He's the one who came crawling
to me for consolation,

and you're the one
who wants me to kill him.

You should be grateful, Henny.

If I hadn't been there,
he would have left you long ago.

Hello?

Yeah.

What, now?

What... what time is it?

Why? What's happened?

No, no, no. That's okay.
It's okay.

Boat? What boat?

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I remember, yeah.

Half an hour?
Yeah, yeah, I can be there.

But... but what's going on?

What the hell's happened?

Benji?

It's been a while.

Can I come in?

Please.

It's been difficult
on the girls,

but possibly hardest
for Henny.

Yes, I can understand.

But you know
what she's like...

sort of proud, strong.

The police even suspected
her at one point.

That she was involved
somehow,

or even done it
herself.

And then on top of that,
all the hearsay and gossip.

So many of her friends
who turned their back on her,

if you want
to call them friends.

She must have felt
very alone in all this.

I can imagine, yes.

I'd like to ask
a favor of you.

I know it was
a long time ago,

but for Henny's sake...

It's over.

- Glass of wine?
- Champagne?

Or maybe...

Two tequilas
for the two ladies outside.