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You can't be here.

- You're dead. - You're quite right.

I invested in a hi-tech company, which makes androids.

- I'm a prototype. - Seriously?

I won't tolerate this insolence just because I'm dead.

Six days, just you and me.

We'll talk about everything, with no taboos.

Should I have recognised him?

You punched that "young man" in the face and knocked him out

the day you came to Berlin to take me away from him.

You were 18 years old, Julia.

You went to East Berlin,

I was worried.

I was never in danger. I loved Tomas.

Which brings us back to Adam.

If I hadn't died, you'd be his wife.

- You told Adam I'm in Bruges? - Yes, I'm a hopeless liar.

Julia...

I think Tomas might not be dead.

Want to do some sewing while you drive, too?

- Pass me my phone. - "Please"!

Using you phone while driving should be illegal.

Actually, doing anything while driving should be illegal.

Shouldn't disappearing the day after your wedding be illegal?

Vanishing without any explanation, abandoning your fiancé

and your best friend too! Shouldn't that be illegal?

And going away on your honeymoon, alone!

Shouldn't that be illegal?

Watch the road and stop shouting. You'll get us both killed.

ALL THOSE THINGS WE NEVER SAID

DAY TWO

What do you mean exactly by "might not be dead"?

Your phone's ringing.

I suppose "alive" would also be accurate.

What are you talking about? And how would you know?

Because you have to be alive to write a letter.

Hold on, I just had a thought.

I could write one, post-mortem. That'd be quite the feat!

What letter?

The letter he sent from Berlin after his horrible accident.

His name was on the back of the envelope.

I never got a letter from Tomas.

You hadn't left a forwarding address! How was I supposed to find you?

You can add that to the list.

- The list? - The list of reason why you hated me.

You told me not to use the past tense. You can use "hate" in the present!

Julia...

Don't overreact... it was 20 years ago.

Yes, and in 20 years you never found a good moment to tell me?

Admit that in those 20 years, we've had few opportunities to talk.

You never listened to me anyway. And you're still not listening!

Why should I have moved heaven and earth to play mailman?

To get that letter to me, for example.

But you were fooling around

in a studio in the north of Paris

with a dark-haired drama student.

You'd have blamed me for splitting you up.

You left him anyway for some guy who displayed his hideous art on the street.

But he wasn't around for long either.

You moved and quit your job.

How do you know all this?

Because...

even though you never showed any interest in my life,

I tried my best to keep up with yours.

Did you open it?

The letter?

Julia, I would never have opened your mail.

But you kept it?

Here it is.

I was planning on giving it to you on this trip.

What does "going in search of her father" mean?

He's dead.

Exactly. That's why.

In Bruges!

Bruges is a long way away, when you're sitting where I am!

Julia,

I have to explain this long silence.

"It was the most beautiful day of my life

"Well, after the one when I first saw you, of course.

"We were walking in the Panjshir Valley.

"Julia, I'd interviewed Commander Massoud.

"Me, a child from East Berlin,

"a reporter in the Panjshir Valley!

"Can you believe it?

"But I think what made me happiest

"was having become worthy of being loved by you.

"I was going home to Berlin,

"and on that rocky plain

"you were all I could think of.

"It was a beautiful day.

"They left me for dead.

"I owe my life to those who found me.

"The doctor didn't know if I'd ever get my sight back,

"let alone if I'd ever walk again.

"Weeks passed before I regained consciousness.

"All these people, these strangers,

"took care of me

"as if I was one of their own."

"It took time to find the strength to write...

"You filled my nights,

"and not a day passed without me thinking of you..."

ELEVEN MONTHS LATER

"Knapp finally tracked me down.

"That idiot felt guilty about having sent me here.

"When I was the one who begged him to let me go.

"And you, you know why."

No, don't tell her anything.

It's up to me to tell her I survived.

Why didn't you let us know sooner?

We thought you were dead.

The phone line's been out.

It was too much for me.

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't.

I have to know who I am first.

After a year here I no longer know.

I have to know who I am,

and who she was in love with.

And?

You can't make her wait any longer.

I know.

She was always so caring.

So loving.

I'm afraid she'll have grieved and moved on.

I'm afraid I'll have to lost her,

that she'll have found someone new.

Then you have to ask her!

Don't put it off.

Not any longer.

I know.

I keep rewriting a letter that I can't bring myself to send.

May I?

"Julia,

"how can I imagine you could love the man I've become?

"Also, the man you knew hadn't been dead for long."

"Julia, don't blame the war,

"or your father for separating us.

"Although I really hated him for that."

Where is she?

Excuse me.

Come now.

- Let me go! - Move!

Tomas!

- Tomas! - Shut up!

"I'm finally going home...

"I'll send this when I get back to Berlin.

"I'll slip in a plane ticket with your name on it,

"in case you still wish to join me.

"So many months with no news.

"It's been so long. It has been for me, anyway.

"But now, at least, you know why.

"I'll wait at the airport on the last day of every month.

"If you don't show up, I'll understand.

"Whatever you decide, I'll never hold it against you.

"But know that meeting you was the most wonderful thing to happen to me.

"To lose you would be terrible,

"but never having known you

"would have been far worse."

What does he say in the letter?

None of your business.

Are you going to answer him?

After twenty years?

Are you asking me or yourself?

Twenty years.

That's a lifetime.

He could be married with children.

And...

what right do I have to just turn up, to dig up a past he believes I rejected?

Belief is the stuff of religion.

This morning you believed he was dead. You don't know a thing about his life.

Twenty years!

Seventeen.

Plenty of time to get divorced.

Several times, even!

You're really joking about this?

Humour is a way of deflecting reality.

Who said that?

Me, maybe.

Are you going to answer him?

It's too late.

It's too late to tell your mom everything I wanted her to know

before her mind went.

"Too late" for the two of us is Friday,

when I switch off.

Forgive me for disagreeing, but it's not too late for you.

Tomas isn't dead.

Remember your reaction when you saw that portrait.

And the state that letter has put you in.

It's not too late.

And Adam? I should just betray Adam?

Isn't marrying one man while thinking of another not a betrayal?

And all those daily little lies, aren't they a betrayal?

Living together with nothing to say

is the worst sort of betrayal that life has to offer.

What do you know about any of that?

What are you talking about?

In the last three years of her life, your mother thought I was the cleaner

whenever I entered the bedroom.

And that was on her good days!

On bad days she'd scream for the police because a stranger had broken in.

The love of your life is the one that you live,

and not the one you dream about.

The one you live.

I'll ask the concierge to book us a car.

After all, Berlin is only 812 kilometres away.

No.

We're not going to Berlin.

No, we're not going to Berlin!

Let me.

Can you drive?

The robot cars that they send to the moon are hideous.

When it comes to cutting-edge electronics, there's no comparison.

She's with a man.

She's cheating on me!

Make no mistake my dear, I'm the one she's cheating on.

You'd have gotten on well

with Tomas's grandmother.

She always used to say that there was no future for us,

that I'd make him suffer,

that we were too different.

Me, a girl from the West,

and him, a boy from the East.

But the weeks passed,

and we proved her wrong.

Until the day you showed up.

Did the two of you speak German together?

Want to go for a bike ride?

If you like.

Where to?

Julia, German is your mother tongue.

Speak it!

Why do you only answer in French?

For exactly that reason, it's my mother tongue.

I only spoke it with Mom. And since...

It's just painful for me, that's all.

Then I'll improve my French.

I promise.

Thank you.

Another!

Why do you ask?

You know very well why.

I promised I'd go back to him as soon as I could afford it.

Just tell him it took a bit longer than expected.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

The news anchor mentioned an accident near Kabul.

Three journalists had stepped on an old Russian mine.

Knapp had lost his best friend, and I had lost the man I loved.

It was Knapp who sent him to meet Massoud in Afghanistan.

He was distraught.

I was in pieces, but I was consoling him.

And hearing him talk about Tomas...

was a way of keeping him alive.

Then, one night, after hanging up...

When I heard you were in hospital...

Yes, when Christian called you to tell you.

It was one of the worst moments of my life.

Is that why you didn't come to get me?

- I was on a business trip. - A business trip?

You liar!

You weren't on a business trip!

I was angry.

- May I ask why? - You were driving me crazy.

- I was driving you crazy? - Yes.

With your impossible love stories, you running away, your indecisiveness,

and all the anguish you put me through.

I don't have the monopoly on being annoying.

- Just shut up and drive! - Don't talk to me like that!

Sorry.

Sorry.

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