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Lie still, please.

Thank you.

Turn on your back, please.

Is it malignant?
- Your doctor will make the diagnosis.

I have to wait two weeks
before I see him.

Don't breath.

And don't think.
- You can get dressed now. Thank you.

I don't want to.
- I'm sorry, madam.

I don't want to.

Wodan.

You just go to the waiting room.
I'll take care of this.

Hello. It doesn't taste too bad,
you know. It just smells horrible.

Do as the doctor says.
- Go to the waiting room, madam.

Have a look. If you drink this,
you may choose something.

Isn't that nice? Here, take a sip.

And one more big sip.

Stragiatel flavour, please.

Muriel called. You should go
to the Shopping Centre at noon.

Call her I'll be late.
- How late?

I'll be there at one.
- Why hasn't the fridge been filled?

You fired the maid yourself last week.
- Someone had to do it.

Could you take my patients
this afternoon, Edith?

Muriel wants to see me.
Maybe she's got good news.

Have you finally made
my sister pregnant?

Let's hope so. We've been trying
for four months. Every night.

But that one spermatozoid
won't reach the egg-cell.

Maybe it's the circumstances.

All parameters are there
for a perfect conception.

You forget one parameter.
- Which one?

The butterfly that flies up.

The theory of unpredictability.
I don't believe in that.

Everything's been checked.
I really hope she's pregnant.

I can't reach Muriel.
- Have you tried her mobile?

Doctor Vandewever wants his X-rays.
- I haven't got any time.

Ingrid, will you fill up the fridge?
- I'm your secretary, not your maid.

Can I help you, madam?
- I'm just looking around.

With hyperlucency in the lungs.

Conclusion.

First, clear signs
of chronic pulmonary suffering.

Second, a suspicious process
in the right upper pulmonary lobe.

In my opinion tumour tissue.
Refer to the CAT-scan.

Thanks for referring this patient.
With fraternal greetings and so on.

Have you reached Muriel?
- She doesn't answer the phone.

I'm going there. Damn.
Keep calling her.

You've got one more patient.
- Edith will take care of him.

Tell Muriel I won't be long.

And will you tidy up
the waiting room, please?

I'm a secretary, not a maid.

Could you send a taxi to the
Shopping Centre? The main entrance.

I need to go to the airport.
Can you be here in twenty minutes?

Muriel.

I need to tell you something.
I've thought hard about it.

And I still don't know
how to tell you this.

But...

This is a special news bulletin.

At the Shopping Centre
a man opened fire this afternoon.

It was filmed by security cameras.

The pictures show
how some people were shot.

At least four people have died. The
wounded are being treated at hospital.

The bullet has caused damage
to the brainstem and thalamus.

What did the doctor say?
- Muriel's in a coma, dad.

Hello.
- This is Edith.

Are you okay?
- No.

I still don't understand
what's happened.

Shall we close our practice tomorrow?
- I'd rather work.

Really?

Isn't that what you're supposed
to do in these circumstances?

Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow.
- Okay. See you then.

Four people have died. One critically
injured person is still in a coma.

Relatives are being cared for
by relief workers.

The shooter's wife is very shaken.
She doesn't want to give an interview.

But she did give us
a videotape of their family holiday.

It shows a happy family.

The murderer has no criminal past,
but he's a member of a shooting club.

He practised
practical pistol shooting.

Turn it off, dad.
- Shooting at a moving target.

The man didn't go to work today.
The bloodbath he caused...

Don't.
- As if he's not to blame.

I want to know why.
- That won't change anything.

That's the way it goes.
People die for a reason.

An illness, an accident.

There must be a reason. He had
no reason at all to shoot my daughter.

We're getting the first pictures of
the shoot-out at the Shopping Centre

from our colleagues at the scene.

Four people were killed there,
as already known.

The pictures taken by security cameras
clearly show the meaningless violence.

There were some
very emotional scenes.

One dad, Karel Peters,
who lost his five-year-old daughter,

furiously attacked the shooter
when he was arrested.

The girl's father is in shock
and doesn't want to go away.

What are you doing here?
- Hi, Jonas.

How did you get in?
- I used the key.

Muriel had to hand in the questions
on South-America. Where is she?

Don't you watch the news?

Muriel's in a coma.

The shoot-out at the Shopping
Centre. We happened to be there.

This can't be true. Are you serious?
Was she shot?

She wouldn't be in a coma otherwise.

And will she wake up again?
- There's always that chance.

Even in twenty years.

Well, I hope it'll turn out all right.

I know it sounds trivial,
but I just want to...

Yes, you simply say
what you're supposed to say. Thanks.

Keep me informed. Take heart.

I need to tell you something.

You've reached Muriel and Jonas. We're
not in or we don't want to pick up.

Leave a message after the beep.

Muriel, this is Iris. I'm so jealous
that you dare to do this.

And that you can do this.

I won't cry, but I'll miss you
terribly. Bye bye.

Muriel, this is Peter.
I need those questions now...

Doctor, is Muriel pregnant?

There's little chance she'll wake up.
And if she does... But you know this.

Medically, we can't do anything.

Take heart.

Mr Lijster? Hello,
my name's Bram De Vught.

I'm one of the relief workers
assigned. If you'd like to talk...

No. No, I'll manage.

As you wish.

Maybe later. Can I call you?
- Sure.

Here you are. Maybe we'll talk later.

I'll be home around eight.
Are we eating together?

We'll see.

We'll see.

I'll call you later.
Yes, I'll call you.

Are you going to the gynaecologist?
- Shall I prepare breakfast? Please,

let's have breakfast together.

Sounds wonderful, but unfortunately,
I have to go to work.

Mr Lijster, this was found
at the crime scene.

It belongs to your wife.

Thanks.

We'd better close
the practice next week.

A lot has to be arranged.

I mean...

Are you up to that?

Aren't you?

I barely know how I should feel.

But you're right. There's no point
in keeping her alive like that.

I'll let Ingrid know
and I'll try to persuade my dad.

He's convinced she'll wake up.

Muriel didn't want any children.
- What?

She didn't want any.
She was on the pill.

Are you sure?

Why did you pretend
you wanted children?

I'm sorry.
I don't want to blame you, sweetie.

I love you so much.

Why did this have to happen?

You're the best thing
that ever happened to me.

It's a clich�.

You go now.

Is this really necessary?

She could still wake up.
- It's hard enough as it is, dad.

We've talked about it at length.
We have to let go of her.

Let go of her? Why don't you call
a spade a spade? This is euthanasia.

She could still wake up. As long
as her heart beats, there's hope.

If she ever woke up,
she'd be completely paralysed.

She wouldn't be able to speak.
She wouldn't even know she's alive.

How can you be so sure?

It's a miracle
she didn't die straightaway.

No, not a miracle, but a mistake.

Go and say goodbye, dad.

Go on.

Will you take care of everything?
- Me? Why?

We have to do this together.

You're much better at all those
administrative, technical tasks.

Muriel's death is
no administrative task.

We've been married for ten years,
but I didn't know what to say.

What to tell her.

Hello.
- Jonas, this is Edith.

I'm calling from the hospital.
They've switched off the respirator,

but Muriel's started breathing
on her own. Now,

the doctor suggests
switching off the feeding tube.

Do you know about a trip to Brazil?
- What's that?

She wanted to go away,
that day at the Shopping Centre.

I mean, she had planned to go
that very afternoon.

And I didn't know.

First those contraceptives
and then all of a sudden Brazil.

And do you know what else is strange?

She was leaving without a suitcase.
- There must have been a reason.

Maybe the ticket belonged
to someone else. I don't know.

Anyway,
the doctor's waiting for our decision.

Not now.

This is the answering machine
of Erik Kolt�s.

I'm not in, but you can reach me
at the museum, at 3428765.

Or you can leave a message
after the beep.

Your wife wanted some information.

And I must admit
her question took me by surprise.

She simply wanted to know

if her disappearance
would cause any trouble for you

or for your radiology practice.

You didn't sign a marriage contract.

So, the practice is partially hers.

Her signature is needed
for some matters of money.

I advised her to hand
all her shares over to you.

What did she mean by disappearing?

I think she wanted to divorce you.
Or at least leave you.

Leave me? Why? Why then?

Incompatibility.

Incompatibility?
What does that mean?

Computers can be incompatible,
yes, but...

Incompatibility.

Jonas, stop it and light the barbecue,
or we'll never begin to eat.

I have a quiz for you. You're at sea
and your boat has sunk.

You're sitting on a raft with a cat
and a painting by Picasso.

And you can save just one of both.
What will you save?

The painting or the cat?
- I choose the Picasso.

I choose the cat.
- Me too.

Even a Picasso is worth less
than a cat's life.

And what's the moral we draw?

You choose materialization,
human heritage. And we choose nature.

We choose life and you choose death.
- Oops, that's not good, I think.

Rotten to the core.
- How disappointing.

Here you are. Hi, Johan.
- I'm called Jonas.

How's Muriel?
- That machine's broken.

Muriel was my best researcher ever.

Her questions weren't that hard,
but they were ambiguous.

Did she have a lover?

Tell me, did Muriel have a lover?

Your questions
aren't ambiguous at all.

It doesn't matter much anymore.

It didn't mean anything.

Only relatives are allowed in.

In a few days I've found out
that you didn't want any children,

that you had a lover
and wanted a divorce.

You wanted to leave for Brazil
without a suitcase.

Then what did you want?

Build a whole new life?

Throw our marriage overboard?

What about us then?

It's terrible
what you're going through.

But we can help you make
this suffering more bearable.

Emotionally, but also judicially.

That's why I've invited a lawyer,
Mr Saenens.

He can tell you all about the trial.
How you can take the suspect to court.

Why did he do this? My child is dead.

She was five years old. Just five.
- I'm sorry, sir.

And what right... What is this?
Leave me alone. Leave me alone.

I want... What am I doing here?
What kind of bullshit is this?

Bullshit.

This is all bullshit.

Who'll help me? My husband's dead.
- That's why I've invited this lawyer.

He'll explain to you how you can begin
a procedure in civil law.

And believe me,
he knows what justice is.

I'm looking for Mr Kolt�s.
- Do you have an appointment?

He's in Brazil.
- Brazil?

He's taking part in an international
expedition in the Amazon rain forest.

When's he coming back?

When they've found the homo habilis.

You may get dressed now.

I gave up smoking.

But I suspect it's too late.

How long have I got to live?
One year, two years?

Or less?
- Eternity.

That was unworthy of a doctor.
Can we talk in peace and quiet?

I got a letter from Muriel yesterday.

She's handing over her shares to me.

There was no explanation
on the document.

So, now you own two thirds
of the practice. Congratulations.

Her solicitor advised her
to give them to me,

but maybe I didn't
even exist anymore for her.

I don't know
why Muriel gave them to me,

but it sounds logical
for someone that wants a divorce.

I don't want to keep those shares
anyhow. I'd like to divide them.

Didn't she tell you anything?

About her marriage, about me?
About her plans?

We hardly spoke the past few years.
I was always so busy working.

And her plans...

You know, for me Muriel
is still that impulsive little sister.

I always had to take care of her.
She always got into mischief.

She must have said something.

It doesn't matter anymore.
- So, she told you something.

She once had a fling with a colleague.
- Peter?

It didn't last long.
It was a big mistake, she said.

Someone else then. A certain Kolt�s?
- Didn't you ever notice anything?

Muriel and I met at a party. We
went to bed together the first night.

We missed each other and got married
not to have to miss each other.

That's it. We bought a house, worked
hard, shared moments. Very simple.

I understand that, but what happened
after that? Which turn did I miss?

I didn't even see her change.
I always assumed she loved me.

Love is always an assumption.
- Yes, and you should know.

You never got married,
never lived with anyone.

So, you know all about it.

Muriel was leaving me to find
the homo habilis with her new lover.

That's hard to accept.

You're jumping to conclusions.

Jonas, as long as Muriel is in a coma,
it's hard on all of us.

We're sticking to our decision,
aren't we?

Jonas Lijster.

Your father-in-law has been arrested.
Could you come to the police station?

It's that way, I think.

I'll wait outside.

I was aiming at the car
the murderer was sitting in.

But the stone hit a policeman.
Can I help it?

Do they have to arrest me for that?

When Muriel and I got arrested
during protests, you weren't laughing.

Muriel was always fanatical.

She called the police officers Nazis.
I felt so embarrassed.

Muriel was always very committed.
- She is.

She is, not was. She still is.

I'm glad
your euthanasia attempt failed.

The decision has been made.

We have to let Muriel go.

I need more time to say goodbye.
She could still wake up.

Me too. I need some more time, too.

I think we should wait.
- The longer we wait, the harder.

Maybe a year or two.
We'll decide then.

I can't live with that.
- I've arranged it.

Muriel will be taken
to a nursing home.

Would she have wanted this?
- I don't know. Do you?

Can I help you?

I was wondering if you've ever heard
of Muriel Lijster.

She came by a couple of times.
- We've only been open for two weeks.

What was here before?
- A brothel.

This is the right address, isn't it?
- Yeah, sure. Funny, isn't it?

What is?

It used to be a brothel,
now it's a DIY-shop.

That's funny.
- Yes, it is.

Then why aren't you laughing?

Do you have the address
of the previous owner?

I'll have a look.

Yes?

I'd like to talk to you
about Muriel Lijster.

Who's this?
- Her husband, madam.

I've got nothing to say.
- Yes, but... Hello?

Hello?

I don't know how I should feel.

Sad or humiliated.

That you wanted to leave me like that.

Did I disappoint you so much?

I can't let go of you now.

I have to know who I'm letting go of.

We should specialize
in digital mammography.

It's a big investment, but we can get
lots of referrals from colleagues.

What do you think?

And maybe we could also open
a greengrocer's.

Muriel went to a brothel.
- What was she doing there?

Why are you doing this?
- Me? What am I doing then?

Let her be.

It's obvious.

What is? That she was a hooker, too?

You don't know enough and you're
making up a story that suits you.

Don't you want to know
what came over her?

Do you know why I like radiology? I
only have to register, not interpret.

Believe me,
that's the best attitude to life.

I don't need to wonder
why I'm still living with my dad,

why Muriel... and so on.

The present disappears
as soon as it's over.

Yes, and that's
why Muriel needs to be buried soon.

As a doctor you know damn well
what needs to be done.

We need to set her free.

I want to know who I'm letting go of.
I need to know that.

We've got a computer virus.

Can you send this?
- There's no e-mail.

You don't need the internet for that.
Remember envelopes and stamps?

Where are you going?

To Muriel.
- Have you forgotten the appointment?

I know it's a technical task,
but I don't want to do it on my own.

You're coming with me.

Yes?
- Gasmen.

Who are you?
- Can I come in?

I'd like to talk to you about Muriel.
- Go away.

I'd like to talk to you about Muriel.
- Go away. Jos, Jos.

What was she doing in your brothel?

What did she do there? Calm down, I
just want to know why she was there.

Why?
- She was bored to death.

Did she say that?
- I promised her not to say anything.

Go away.
- What was...

Why don't you talk to that Iris?
- I know who Iris is.

She's is a school friend of hers.
She often came by.

They were so close.
Those two got up to a lot of things.

She went to the brothel to visit her.
- Did I make her so unhappy?

Was her life so boring?
- Jonas, I don't know, either.

Maybe it was her way
of getting things going.

Of turning her life around.
What do I know?

We can find so many reasons, but the
person to tell, is no longer there.

Why did she want to talk to me then?
- Accept that there is no explanation.

There is no sound reasoning.

Don't get caught up
in the stories Muriel left behind.

What did she want to tell me?
Was she sorry?

She only leaves questions. Making up
questions, she was good at that.

Give me Muriel's diary. Come on.

Pinch your nose and drink this.

I haven't got all day.

Pinch your nose.

Look, if you drink this,
you'll get a toy.

Come on. Drink this.

Yes, drink, drink.

Drink.

I can't take
seeing her like that anymore.

You could have talked to us about it.
- Why?

There you go. Let's all drink
to Muriel's homecoming.

Cheers, sweetie.

From now on
I'll spend more time with you.

After ten years of marriage
I realize I spent more time at work

than with her.
- Some discovery.

I want to help you. I can take care
of her when you're working.

From now on I'm working half-time.
- What?

And what about our practice?
- I'll find a substitute.

What do you want from her?
- Hush, she can hear you.

I doubt it.

Muriel's a vegetable. Just that,
a body without a name.

Enough, Edith.
- Yes, I've had enough of it.

She's going back
and we're carrying out our plan.

I'd like you to go now.

Why do you pass over it so lightly?
Aren't you hurting?

This is terrible,
but you're behaving like madmen.

You won't let go of her
because of yourselves.

To Muriel's homecoming.

Hi, sweetie.

Did everything go well?

Yes, she's doing fine.
I've just changed her.

See you tomorrow.

The doctor says
I should talk a lot to you.

So, I will.

What do you want to hear?

I examined an old woman today.

I've had another exciting day.

Hold your breath. And we're done.

You can get dressed.

A very good evening
and welcome to you.

I've checked.
There's enough money in our safe

to buy a small car. That will
motivate our four participants.

It's not as delicious as your cooking.

But it's eatable.

My original Indian inhabitants
make up 0.2 percent of the population.

More than half of my inhabitants are
whites, mainly of Portuguese descent.

Indians live in the Amazon,
but nearly 80 percent...

Sophie?
- Brazil?

Correct.

Brazil.

But you're not in Brazil.
You're here with me.

Muriel?

Muriel, can you hear me? Muriel?

Muriel? Hey, do you hear me?
Muriel?

Muriel opened her eyes yesterday.

Verhelst, Saturday.

She opened her eyes.
- Those are spasms and you know.

Do you know for sure
she'll never respond to me?

Yes, I do.

When are you coming back?
I can't cope on my own.

Is everything okay?
- Yes.

See you tomorrow.
- No, I'm taking a week off.

Okay, keep in touch. Bye.
- Bye.

So, maybe you're unapproachable,

but then again, maybe you're not.

Are you aware of what's going on
or aren't you?

I read somewhere a woman uses
6,000 words a day, on average.

And a man just 2,000.

I don't even come close.
I use 500 words at most.

Hold your breath. Lie still.
Turn around, left, right.

But you say even less.

You used to do all the talking.

But I didn't seem to listen very well.

Remember you said
we never went to a park?

We never sat on a bench together.

Haven't we ever gone to a park?

Sorry, I know.
Let's not talk about the past.

Fine. What can we talk about?

You've reached Muriel and Jonas. We're
not in or we don't want to pick up.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hi, Muriel. This is Kolt�s.
I'm here for a couple of days.

You can always pass by
if you need some more information.

Have you heard from Jonas?
Have you called him?

He doesn't answer the phone.

Helleman speaking.
- Aren't you with Muriel, dad?

Jonas has taken a week off.
- What?

Will you go and tell Jonas
he has to come straightaway?

I'm meeting Karel.
- Karel?

The man who lost his child.
- What are you going to do?

I have to go now. See you later.

And the substitute Jonas promised?
- Next month.

My wife is... She's moved in
with her mother for a while.

She can't stand being with me
for five minutes.

What are we doing here?

You still have your daughter,
even if she's in a coma.

I only have a cold tombstone.
- Stop it, Karel.

You can get over your child's death,
they say.

I don't know how.
- Come on, we're going.

I'm so full of hatred.

The injustice
and the meaninglessness of it all.

Maybe with time I'll get
over my daughter's death,

but I can't accept it. I can't
and I won't. I won't accept it.

But we can't stay here.

You go. I want to stay here
for a little while.

Karel, you're torturing yourself.
- Go, I'm staying.

I can't stay here. I have to go.

I'm the beautician. I have
an appointment with Mrs Lijster.

Come in.

Muriel is in her room.

What's the meaning of this?
- What do you mean?

She won't bite, you know.

Will you stay a bit longer?

Can I let the next one in?
Or we'll be here all night.

Are you okay?

I'm sorry,
but the doctor's become unwell.

She won't be able
to make any more X-rays today.

There you go.
- Thanks.

Shall I postpone
tomorrow's appointments?

Would you like
some company tonight?

No, thanks. I'll be okay.

See you tomorrow then.

What would you do if you woke up?

Would you leave me anyway?

Or would you start shooting people?

I can see you do that.

Maybe it's better
if you don't wake up.

You're pretty.

I've never experienced true love.

That all-consuming passion.

I only know other people
who experienced it.

But me...

I haven't.

You're prettier than ever.

Jonas, what are you doing?

Stop it.
- Go away.

Stop it. Open the door, Jonas.
- Go away.

You're crazy. She's helpless.
- Go away, go away.

Jonas, open the door.

Damn.

Let's talk about this, Jonas.

There's nothing wrong. Nothing.

No-one will keep us apart.
We belong together.

Do you hear me?

I knew it. You can hear me.
I'm sure of it.

We'll be together for ever.
No-one can keep us apart.

Don't be afraid. You don't have to
be afraid in that silence you live in.

I'm with you.
And I'll always be with you.

Always.

If there's no direct proof of sexual
abuse, then it won't have much use.

But I saw for myself.
- You can file a complaint,

but Mrs Lijster is his wife.

He takes care of her.
They're married.

Do you still want
to file a complaint?

A burning torch was thrown
into the canteen of the shooting club.

Neighbours alarmed the police
and the offender was arrested.

It was Karel Peters.

He lost his 5-year-old daughter
in the shoot-out not long ago.

The police had to stop him even then,
when he attacked the shooter.

Apart from his daughter
there were three...

Karel did something stupid.
- Have you got Muriel's spare key?

Yes, here it is.
He set this shooting club on fire.

Weren't you with him?
- No.

Karel will come to a sticky end.

The sooner we carry out euthanasia,
the better.

What's that got to do with it?

Muriel's condition
is ruining our lives, dad.

How dare you?

Everything is going wrong,
the practice, Jonas, you.

I have to do everything and I can't
take it anymore. I'm fed up with it.

I'm fed up with you two.
You get carried away by grief

and I'm not allowed to grieve.

You've reached Muriel and Jonas. We're
not in or we don't want to pick up.

Leave a message after the beep.

Hello, Muriel. This is Kolt�s again.

I haven't heard from you.
As I said, I'm back.

If you need anything, whatever,
you can still drop in.

Bye, little sis.

And you are?
- Muriel Lijster's husband.

Jonas. So you are Jonas.

How can I help you?

So you're able
to give my wife true love?

Me? True love?
No, thank you very much.

At most some romantic,
adventurous moments.

There can be nothing more between us.

It meant more to her. Much more.

Why are you using the past tense?
Has anything happened?

The butterfly that flies up.

You think you're going to Brazil,
but then, all of a sudden...

I'm not following you.

She's decided to stay with me
and not to follow you to Brazil.

Don't worry.
Muriel wasn't coming with me.

Wasn't she?
She was about to leave,

but I could talk her out of it.
- That chapter is closed.

I don't know why we're talking.
- Then why do you keep calling her?

Maybe I see myself as a saviour

of women who are having
doubts about their marriage.

They miss the extravagance,
the wildness, the absurdity.

And then they end up with me.
And I can give them that absurdity.

But after a while
they go back to their husbands

and they live reasonably
happy and trivial lives.

Trivial?

Yes, I admit, I may be a trivial man,
but someone has to be trivial.

And my life with Muriel...
- You'd better talk to her.

She doesn't want to talk about it.
- Nor do I.

I don't want to have all those
whimpering husbands about the house.

And I don't feel guilty towards you.

You're not fit
to marry women like that.

So don't come
and blame me for everything.

Is the hurt husband going
to sock me one?

You're not even capable
of playing the hurt husband.

What came over you?
Such an arrogant bastard.

Kolt�s didn't want to stay with you.

Or what did you think?

How could you throw our lives
overboard for that arrogant fellow?

I'm asking you.

Do you want to keep quiet?
Okay, keep quiet then.

You just keep quiet.

Keep quiet.

We'll see.

I'm sorry I lost my temper.

It's not nice to hear
that you're not fit.

I know. My love may be inadequate.
And trivial.

But you'll see...

We'll be happy together. Really.

The two of us.

How can I persuade you?

You have to believe me.

Why are you doing that? Come on.

Would you rather die
than be loved by me? Come on.

Come on. Hey.

Sweetie. Don't die, sweetie.
I beg you.

I still need you. I need you.

We can be very happy together.

Together we'll be happy.
I'll take care of you.

I'll take care of you.
We'll start again.

You and me,
we'll start all over again.

Goddamn.

Goddamn.

Damn.

Sweetie.

Send an ambulance, an ambulance.

I want an ambulance, dammit.

Your wife is very weak.

We take the suspicion
of poisoning very seriously.

We'll know more
after her blood's been tested.

We'll do our best, but there's
a good chance she won't make it.

Do you want her to make it?

Jonas.

I think we'd better say goodbye.
- That's out of the question.

Out of the question.

What do you think you are?
- Jonas.

What are you doing?
- You tried to kill Muriel.

You tried to kill Muriel, you bitch.

You tried to kill her, you bitch.
- Stop it.

You bitch. You bitch.

Call the police.
- No, don't. Don't.

I had no choice.
Muriel should have died long ago.

She should have died in that Shopping
Centre. You said so yourself.

She can hear me. She responds to me.

You know that's not possible.
- She can hear me, I know.

You're creating the illusion
that you're still husband and wife.

But Muriel is your patient.
A vegetable.

She'll never be more than that.
Put a stop to this.

As a doctor you know damn well
what state she's in. Let go of her.

I've reported you to the police,
for manslaughter.

And that'll take care of everything?
- Yes.

And I'll do everything to get her away
from you. That's what she wanted.

She wanted to leave you. Remember?
She wanted to go away,

as far away as possible.

Sir. Sir, I have to ask you
not to touch anything.

Mr Lijster, your wife is too weak.
She can't leave just yet.

Bring out all your documents. Come on.
I'm taking full responsibility.

You do realize...
- That she's going to leave me?

I know, but she'll change her mind.
She'll change her mind.

What's wrong with her?
- Does it matter?

Don't we look happy together?