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The worst part is the doubt.

There's always a shred of doubt.

Don't you miss your parents?

It's terrible when it destroys a family.

My parents have somehow become stuck in their grief.

More often, a tragedy like this brings people together.

You're pretty heavy.

How long would you like me to keep Bukowski?

I…

Just this week, maybe?

And I wanted to ask if you could give me a lift into town.

I need to see my parents.

Sure.

Calm.

Stay calm.

Go.

You stay there.

Wild.

Yeah.

Yes, we're going, sweetie.

THE TRAP

THE TRUTH

- Aren't you feeling well? - I'm fine.

And? Did the interview go well?

DISTANCE: 21.9 KM

Rudow?

They asked me about unreported income before they left.

Unreported income…

From what?

You'd tell me if we were in trouble, wouldn't you?

Of course, Elli.

Hey!

- I didn't see you. Is-- - It's okay. No harm done.

- How long has it been since you-- - Ten years.

I… I just need a moment.

Yes?

Katrin, it's me.

I wanted to update you about the interview.

Do you know how many times I've called?

I might have rather good news for you.

We had to cut the interview short and…

I'm leaving for Syria tomorrow.

Before that, I've got a few appointments with buyers for my parents' house.

That means you could do the interview now.

Karl!

Karl!

Come on. Come inside.

Nothing's changed at all.

LIGHT AND SOUNDS

THE BIG CHILD

NO LONGER YOU…

We read every single one.

You never mentioned it when we talked on the phone.

That you are here…

I'm so happy.

I want you to know that I understand.

Somehow…

Of course…

Of course it was a shock at first.

But we've tried to understand why you did it.

Did… what?

- You think I-- - I'm sorry I hung up.

When you called last night.

I was so…

Your mother and I talked about it for a long time today.

Of course…

you can do what you want.

It's your story too.

But have you thought about us at all?

It would have been nice if you'd warned us.

Especially…

Especially about the chapter with the murder.

How do you know about the book?

A journalist came to see us.

A very nice man from a respected newspaper.

He knew your real name too.

He stood exactly where you're standing now, and…

He asked us what we thought about our famous daughter

exploiting her sister's murder in her latest novel.

Those were his exact words.

At first, we didn't believe him.

Then he showed us a copy of your novel on his tablet.

And he read us part of the chapter…

About the night Anna…

And…

What else did he say?

That was quite enough.

Your father then politely asked him to leave. Too politely.

That's why you hung up.

You were angry. About the novel.

I tried to call you today to apolo…

What did you expect? You never call.

You barely remember our birthdays.

Mom, the novel will never be published.

But…

I didn't write it for publication. I'd never do that to you.

What did you write it for?

I'm sorry, I… I need to…

Darling, someone's on the phone for you.

Who is it?

I don't know. A woman.

Thanks.

- Hello? - Good evening, Ms. Konrad.

This is Dr. Katrin Solms from Reflekt.

It's great to finally speak with you.

I just got your number from my colleague Robert Lenzen.

It's such a shame things didn't work out the first time.

Are you feeling better?

Yes.

Wonderful, I'm glad to hear that.

I wanted to ask how soon we could reschedule the interview.

Our cover is still on hold.

Unfortunately, Robert won't be available.

He's leaving for Syria tomorrow

on an extended research trip.

So if you wouldn't mind having me instead…

I know you really wanted him as your interviewer.

But the two of us could do the interview over the phone tomorrow if need--

He left an expensive lighter at my place. Is he still in town?

He said he is at his parents' place for a few appointments.

- It would be really great if-- - Yes. Thank you.

Don't you think she'll find it odd that we're turning up here together?

Her agent and her publisher are worried. Why would she?

You never go anywhere with me.

But here of all places, we have to--

Lisa?

Lisa.

Is that blood?

You look downstairs. I'll go upstairs.

Sorry, but I have to go.

I'm sorry.

But… You can't already…

I'll be back.

I'll be back, Mom.

I'll be back.

Okay?

Dad.

Can I borrow your phone until tomorrow? And 50 euros?

JUNE 5, 2015 ON THE ANNIVERSARY…

INSPIRING SPEECH AT THE JOURNALISM AWARDS

BUNGALOW WITH LARGE GARDEN FOR SALE DALANTSTRASSE 24, MUNICH

We're here.

Thank you.

Your change.

- Keep it. - Thank you.

So Katrin got hold of you.

I had to check

whether you'd keep your promise and leave me alone.

You didn't.

Please. Take a seat.

You didn't throw it away.

There are people who know I'm here.

If I don't get in touch, they'll come here.

To find me.

Yeah?

Who? Your parents?

Not Yuma. She would've driven you here.

Your bag.

Now please stand up, empty your pockets, and show me your waistband.

You know the drill.

No friendly "Lisa" this time.

What do you want?

The truth.

Would you like a drink?

I don't smoke.

I know.

But the main character in your novel does.

Where were you on July 5, 2015?

You really want to keep going with this dumb interrogation technique?

Why did you agree to the interview in the first place?

I was curious, of course.

After I heard that "Lisa Konrad" was a pseudonym.

I had already turned it down.

When I realized who you are, I…

I assumed you didn't have anything on me, but…

I wasn't completely sure.

The police could just as easily have been outside,

waiting for a signal to move in.

I haven't spent the last 10 years walking around thinking I killed someone.

You said it.

Yes.

Where…

Where did the music come from?

Yesterday? In the house?

The first time from a small player in my colleague's case.

The second time from my other phone. The one in my jacket pocket.

How did you know what the music would do to me?

Research.

Your medical records were the perfect instruction manual.

And your therapist is really very precise.

POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER, PANIC DISORDER, DEPRESSIVE EPISODE

You're on a pretty high dose.

That's why I went a little overboard. I thought you'd have a higher tolerance.

What exactly was in my water?

GHB.

And bufotenine in your coffee.

It's a psychoactive hallucinogen, and…

It dries your throat.

And the photographer?

I told him it was a not very fair but highly effective interview technique

to get more out of the crazy author.

We'd have a great story, his photos would be exclusive…

But above all, he'd get to go to Syria with me.

Any other questions?

Yes.

You made me believe

that I had murdered my sister.

I had to make sure you wouldn't go to the police.

Although they thought your statements had been…

How did she put it?

I don't think Ms. Wilking's statements are very reliable.

But how did you know I'd fall for it?

That can't have been in my medical…

What did Anna tell you about me?

Everything that's not in your novel.

Because that's only about the great, deep sisterly love.

That's all you shared with your therapist too.

But at least she assumes…

"trauma-induced false memories

and feelings of guilt bordering on pathology."

Everything was just…

gone.

- Here, eat! Eat your loneliness! - Stop that!

Stop it!

You're so mean!

All the arguing. The…

The shouting.

The nastiness.

All those years.

From the moment Anna was lying there…

There was…

only love.

Until yesterday.

Anna found you unbearable.

Your bizarre artsy-fartsy act.

And then your success. What do you think that did to her?

I know.

If I weren't so insanely jealous of your talent and success,

I'd tell you how proud I am of my big sister.

What happened that night?

A newspaper headline would read,

"Family man stabs young lover."

Five words.

Years ago I did a story on death row candidates.

One of them was executed after 40 years in prison.

He had converted to Buddhism. He wrote children's books.

So the question is, is this 65-year-old still the same person

as the 25-year-old murderer?

That comparison doesn't work.

You didn't spend a single day in prison for what you did.

Even so.

I'd give anything for it never to have happened.

Tell me about her.

Please.

Anna and I…

We'd known each other for almost a year.

Shortly before we met,

I had just become a father and editor-in-chief.

Some thought I got the job only because of my wife because…

her family owns the publishing company. But that's not true.

I was good at my job.

I loved my wife.

I had found my place in life, so to speak.

And Anna?

Yes.

Then I fell in love with Anna.

I was…

enchanted.

It was like being on drugs.

She made everything brighter. Including me.

We kept things secret, of course. We even used prepaid phones.

She thought it was

kind of fun at first. Exciting.

I was scared.

I tried to break up with her several times, but…

I couldn't do it.

What a cliché.

Yeah. Totally.

Then we came up with silly ideas…

Like going to some island for a few weeks where nobody knew us.

And then my wife got pregnant again.

I told Anna that we couldn't see each other anymore.

What if I just go and see your wife?

- Anna… - We might even get along.

Listen.

She didn't get pregnant all by herself!

- You didn't say you two are still fucking! - You have no idea what my life is like.

I can just imagine your life with her and your fat baby in that fancy mansion!

With those huge pink hydrangea bushes.

You were there?

Yes. Because I want to know what your life is like.

And I want you to know about mine. I want you to finally meet my sister.

For her to meet the man I want to live with.

For her to see how happy I am!

- No. - I…

I'll soon have enough money for us both. We can spend months on our island--

Are you completely insane?

My wife is pregnant. I'm leaving.

You think you can just walk out?

That you can just fuck off?

Your father-in-law will throw your ass out in no time

when he finds out you're cheating on his beloved daughter.

Stop it.

Look at you!

I really tried.

I thought that way she wouldn't want me anymore.

And you stabbed her.

So she wouldn't tell on you.

It was in the heat of the moment.

I saw red but only for a few seconds.

And then you suddenly showed up.

Anna?

Anna? I'm coming in!

Anna?

Anna!

I took the same route back that I always took to Anna's.

One where no one would see me go into her house.

Then I checked into a nearby hotel.

It's okay. No harm done.

The next day

I picked up the car…

and drove home.

With a birthday present for my wife.

I was scared the police would be waiting there.

And then?

Then I realized.

Anna had kept her word.

She didn't tell anyone about us, not even you.

No one ever saw us together. In her life, I didn't exist.

I see.

What happened back then…

was only a moment.

A terrible moment.

Should that define me for the rest of my life? In my own eyes?

In those of my colleagues? My daughter?

Should I be nothing but a murderer?

Was your wife really pregnant again?

Or was that just a perfect excuse to break up with Anna?

I have a question for you too.

Why did you write in your novel that there were eight stab wounds?

There were eight.

No, Lisa.

There were six. I stabbed six--

You counted the stab wounds in the heat of the moment?

You wanted the truth.

And I gave it to you because you deserve to know.

The whole truth you've repressed all these years.

I stabbed her six times.

You're the one who killed her.

You're trying to provoke me.

So you can claim self-defense.

Why didn't you just stay in your mansion?

I'd never have hurt you.

Close your eyes.

Lisa?

Lisa?

Can you hear me?

Mr. Rudow?

Where exactly are you?

Dalantstrasse 24.

"Lenzen."

I stabbed her six times.

You know that's true.

No!

Ms. Wilking?

Ms. Wilking.

Ms. Wilking.

Yes?

Yours are the only fingerprints on the gun.

I didn't shoot him.

They both saw it.

You were brought in together with Ms. Wilking?

Wilking?

Yes, and I…

would like to make a statement.

A little late, Mr. …

Rudow.

I'm Lisa Konrad's publisher.

I mean, Lisa Wilking's.

I see.

That should be enough for the report.

Just so you know, I never thought for a second that you killed your sister.

Never.

Ms. Wilking and I have finished for now.

We'll probably have more questions.

He shot himself with your gun.

With your unregistered gun.

Where did you get it?

I found it in the house a few years ago.

Shortly after I moved in. Behind some books on a shelf.

Probably left behind by some nervous guest of the publishing company.

Could I have my phone back? I'd like to call my parents.

- Mr. Rudow. - Yes.

Thank you.

Mr. Rudow?

Yes.

Honey.

- Ouch. - Oh, sorry.

I'll be in touch.

You wanted the truth.

And I gave it to you because you deserve…

…a question for you too.

Why did you write in your novel that there were eight stab wounds?

There were eight.

No, Lisa.

There were six.

- I stabbed six-- - You coun…

ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DELETE THE VOICE RECORDING?

I had a sister three years younger than me.

Her name was Anna.

I loved her.

So very much.

Subtitle translation by: Susanne Creak, Diana Renker