All language subtitles for Tabula Rasa 02

PREVIOUSLY

Why am I here?

Annemie suffers from anterograde
amnesia since her car accident.

She knows who she is
and recognises her family.

But ever since the accident
all new information is erased?

Mie calls it a passing sand storm
that wipes everything out.

I'm looking into the disappearance
of Thomas De Geest.

Never seen him before.

Sir?

Is my wife a suspect?

She's the last person
who was seen with Thomas De Geest.

And what's that?

-What's on the other half?
-I don't know.

That's my granddad's house.

Romy dropped the mirror.

I'm sorry.

Granddad always said
the mirror kept evil spirits at bay.

-Mie, what is haunting you?
-Nothing. This house is haunted.

You know what the doctors
warned you about.

Your imagination
starts filling in the blanks.

Close door.

This is state of the art.

Your keys, your mobile phone and here
is your panic button. I'm on my way.

-Are you doing some spring cleaning?
-No, we recently moved house.

MUSICAL STAR'S CAREER CRASHES

Annemie, 8 months old (1981)

Nikki and her big sister

OPENING NIGHT CINDERELLA MUSICAL
2005

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY
EVER AFTER!

WELCOME, SWEET ROMY!

ROMY'S FIRST HOLIDAY

What's wrong, did you lose something?

Of course, your memory.

Yes poppet, since your accident
you are no longer making history.

TODAY
DECEMBER 5TH

Here, do you know this game?
It's brilliant.

You have to aim for the pot, but with
each round you're getting more drunk.

I'm already on level ten.

Shit.

-Here, you go.
-No, you play.

-Come on, Bennie.
-No.

Bennie, come on. Relax, why don't you?

-Here.
-How does this work?

You have to aim for it
by adjusting the flow.

Aim.

I don't piss on my own doorstep.

Mie is waiting for you in the recreation
room. I'll take you there.

"Tomato and meatball soup.
Roast pork and chips.

Ice cream with chocolate."

Here.

You're confusing them.

Hey, Mie.

At last. I thought you'd never get here.

I was here yesterday, Mie. Yesterday.

-Hey, Ollie.
-Mieke.

-These are for you.
-Thanks. Please, take a seat.

-Why did you have me sectioned?
-They found you in the woods, Mie.

You were confused. Your arm was hurt,
you were covered in blood.

We had to intervene for your own safety.

-You put me in prison.
-No.

We had you admitted in an open ward
on the other side.

-The police put you here temporarily.
-Because of the disappearance?

Yes.

I have nothing to do with that.
I don't even know the man.

Nikki asked me to give you a big hug.
Come here.

-Why isn't she here?
-Your sister is about to give birth.

Sure, but she could still come to see me.

She's finding the whole situation
quite hard.

You know Nikki.
She needs more time than others.

Shut it, Wacko Jacko.

Whoa, easy on.

Next time, could you please
bring my music and headphones?

-Of course. Anything else I can do?
-No.

Hang on, wait. Look?

-What's this? Where did you get it from?
-I don't know.

Do you know who that is?

Why don't you ask your mum?

The loft in the cabin is full of junk.
It could be from there.

That's wrong. It's sunflower,
not sunsflower. Sun is singular.

So why is this called a nuthouse
if there is more than one nut?

There's only one nut in this dump,
and that's you. So it's sunflower.

Sunflower.

THREE MONTHS
BEFORE THE DISAPPEARANCE

-Mum, do you like this flower?
-Can I see it again?

Thanks, darling.

-We're almost home.
-Good. I'm starving.

Come on...

Many open windows, clear views,
and then it's...

-Excuse me, could you take over?
-Of course.

Thanks, Viviane.

Right.

Mum?

I'm busy.

Mie, please call me back. Damn.

I'm on my way. Call me as soon as you can.

Bloody hell. Idiot. Jesus.

What?

I'm hungry.

You'll have to wait.
I can't open the gate.

What's wrong, my angel?

-I'm scared.
-Scared? Why are you scared?

-Because the gate won't open.
-So what?

Is it because I broke that mirror? Of course not, silly.

-Shall we call Daddy?
-Why should we call Daddy?

We're two big girls. We'll be just fine.

-Shall we have a picnic?
-Yes.

Okay, let's go.

-Is everything alright?
-Yes. I didn't call you, did I?

-What's wrong?
-Nothing.

The remote is broken.
Or perhaps the gate is.

-Are you serious?
-What?

This, Mie, is your panic button. Alright?

See?

And this here...

is the remote for the gate. Yes? White.

I'm sorry.

That's alright, Mie. I was just worried.

I'm sorry. My bad.

I should have labelled the remotes.

We're off.

Romy?

Romy?

Why do you always startle me?

Mummy, who is that?

Benoit.

Hello.

That's the forester.

Come on.

-Homework first, then you can play.
-Yes.

Close door.

-Should I cancel Cologne?
-I just picked up the wrong remote.

It's just two days. I'm sure I'll survive.

Close--

-I'm going to cancel Cologne.
-No, we need the money.

Things would be a lot easier
if I could work. Things would be a lot easier
if the insurance paid up.

Mie?

Maybe you should do something
to keep you busy during the day.

Like what?

Teach dance classes.

In the village sports centre.

Yes, I could teach Zumba.

To Mum and her fat friends.

What is Zumba?

TODAY
DECEMBER 5TH

Hello, Mie. How are you?

You don't remember me, do you?

VISITOR
Dr. Mommaerts

-Are you one of the doctors?
-No, I'm a personal visitor.

I am doctor Mommaerts, your psychiatrist.

-Since when have you had that notebook?
-Ever since I got here.

I won't be in there. I treated you
after your accident last spring.

Shortly after you lost your memory.

That was a challenging time for you,
both emotionally and professionally.

Do you know why you're here?

Somebody went missing and apparently
I was the last one to be seen with him.

Do you remember this person?

Benoit!

No.

Is there anything you do remember?

-Not a lot.
-Not a lot is more than nothing.

Do you find it hard to talk to the police?

I feel a bit lost in my head, so I...

I need to find my own way first
before discussing it with others.

I get that and you are absolutely right.

I'm afraid of being misunderstood
and never getting out of here.

Draw a sketch of me so we can skip
the introduction next time.

This is my good side.

Am I in trouble?

-That depends.
-On what?

On what you remember.
I'm going to help you find out.

Who says I can trust you?

Nobody. I can only ask you
to give me the benefit of the doubt.

THREE MONTHS
BEFORE THE DISAPPEARANCE

When Daddy gets back,
you will be a ballerina. One, two, three.

Four, five, six, seven,
eight, nine and ten.

And jump.

Wonderful. Déboulé.

One, two, three.

Déboulé. Développé. Arabesque.

Come on. Concentrate and focus.

Déboulé. Développé.

Arab--

Come on. You can do this. Déboulé.

Déb--

Déboulé.

Déb--

Mummy.

-It's dinner time.
-I'm not hungry.

Look, Houdini. Look.

It's your favourite.

Come on.

Please.

Hello, Mie speaking.

Hello?

Hello.

Who is this?

Who is this?

-Mie?
-Yes.

-Mie, it's me.
-Hey.

-Is everything okay?
-Yes. How are you?

You know, when in Germany...
It's all bratwurst and sauerkraut.

-Why was the line busy?
-That was really weird.

Somebody kept calling
without saying a word.

How are things over there?

Okay. Apart from the fact that
your daughter refuses to finish her plate.

I worry about her eating habits, Benoit.

Little girls have little tummies.

-I just wanted to check if you're alright.
-Yes.

We're just doing our thing.

Mum, can I talk to Daddy?

-Wait, Romy wants to talk.
-I can't. They're waiting.

Hey, Daddy.

Hey, Romy. Daddy misses you.
Are you looking after Mummy?

We danced.

Put Mummy back on the phone.
Daddy is busy.

-Hello.
-I'm sorry, everyone's waiting for me.

I really have to go to this dinner
with all the big shots.

-We'll talk tomorrow.
-Bye for now.

-Love you.
-Love you too.

Daddy said you should be a good girl
and finish your plate.

-Do we have a deal?
-Yes.

Benoit?

IN COLOGNE

Benoit?

Close door.

Close door.

Close door.

-Close door.
-Hello?

Is anybody there?

Close door.

Close door.

Close door.

-Close door.
-Hello?

Close door.

-Close door.
-Puss?

Come on.

Romy.

Romy.

Where would you be without your mother?

How silly are you to lock yourself out?

-Did you leave Daddy by himself?
-Of course not.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

I found Daddy a new nurse. At last.

And quite a special one.
This is a live-in nurse.

I don't mean to shock you, but he's a man.

A Greek guy called Mozes.
Isn't that beautiful? Mozes.

So tell me, how did you do it?

I heard people talking down below.
The front door was open.

I saw somebody walking away, a man.

What is that dirty fleabag
still doing here?

-I'm not paying for the exterminators.
-Mum...

-There's something about this house.
-Close your front door,

get rid of that filthy animal
and soon everything will be normal again.

There's something weird
about that forester.

I bet he feels the same about you.

-That's not funny.
-It is.

Can't we have a laugh? Most women
in my shoes would have given up by now.

Do you know what it's like
to be home with your dad?

I can never relax. And now this happens.

Are you tired?

Do you want me to stay?

If you don't mind.

Of course I don't.

Thanks.

TODAY
DECEMBER 5TH

They found you in the woods. Your arm
was hurt, you were covered in blood.

Are there any cats in here?

-Are there any cats in here?
-Cats? No.

-Then it must be a baby crying.
-There are no cats or babies here.

-Who are you?
-I am your nurse, Karen.

-Take it easy. Everything is alright.
-Where's my daughter?

She's being well looked after.

Let's get you dressed.
We're having a party today.

Mie? Inspector Wolkers isn't here yet.
Would you like some cake?

-Where is the pyromaniac?
-Excuse me?

-Vronsky. Isn't he here?
-No, he is in his room, he's not well.

Feel free to join us.

Guys, who is hungry?

POLICE

MIE D'HAEZE:
"I AM LOVING IT"

"I AM A PERFECTIONIST"

MUSICAL STAR'S CAREER CRASHES

Bloody hell.

Blow them out.

No, wait. Don't blow them out.

ROMY SEVEN YEARS

THREE MONTHS
BEFORE THE DISAPPEARANCE

Careful.

Here is a present for Mummy.

-I had nothing to do with it.
-This should be interesting.

-Thanks, that always comes in handy.
-It's not a bog-standard one. Look.

You can record messages on it
by choosing number 1 or number 2.

-I'm sorry.
-Poor you.

Do you get it?

-Wait. Look, if I...
-Yes, yes. We got it.

-Here.
-Thanks.

-Is Benoit not in?
-He had to work.

He has to pick up the Barbie cake,
so he will be a bit later.

-Where is the birthday girl?
-At the table.

-Hi, Mum.
-Mind my hairdo.

Hey, Nikki.

-Mum.
-Hiya.

-Rita, don't you look fabulous.
-You are a man of good taste.

That's about the only thing Nikki
got right: her man.

-Hey, Daddy.
-Mieke. My little Mieke-moo.

Guys, let me introduce you
to our new nurse Mozes.

Mozes is Greek but speaks excellent Dutch.

He is here to help out, but actually
we help each other out, right?

-Good afternoon. This is for your party.
-Thanks. Welcome to the family.

-It is somebody's birthday?
-Yes, dear. Now go and sit down.

I get the impression that Mozes
isn't just tending to your father's needs.

Really?

Pregnant or not,
today I am having a drink.

Benoit D'Haeze
can't come to the phone right now. Please leave a message after the tone.
Thanks.

He's not answering.

I'm sure he will be here.

Is it really so hard to make it
to your daughter's party on time?

Your boat in Greece,
does it have a wooden hull?

-He doesn't have a boat.
-Oh, everybody is already here. Hello.

-What's up?
-Didn't you bring the cake?

The cake.

-I'm sorry, I forgot the cake.
-The shop will be closed.

-Relax, Mie.
-I am relaxed.

I'm just struggling to understand.

You are constantly fussing over me.

There's a camera in my kitchen
just in case I forget something.

I have been preparing this party for days.
You only had to think of the cake,

and you can't even manage that.

I am sorry. Sorry.

-Okay?
-No party without a cake.

Mummy, I want cake.

-Did anybody forget something?
-Walter...

Just a minute. It's my granddaughter's
birthday and we are going to celebrate.

With or without cake. Give me a break.

So, Greece...

-Hip hip...
-Hooray.

-Hip hip...
-Hooray.

-Thanks.
-The things you can do with frozen pizza.

-Hip hip...
-Hurray.

-Go on, blow them out.
-No, let's take a picture first.

Mozes, a picture, baby. Here.
No, the other way round.

Let your fingers roam freely,
but never in front of a lens.

Should we get Jules and Leon?

No, leave them upstairs.

Alright. One, two, three...

Smile.

Moussaka makes me throw up.

-Is that with lamb?
-Smothered in béchamel sauce.

-But you should try his dolmades.
-His dolmades, yes?

Not those dolmades. But he sure is
a genius in the kitchen, isn't he, Walter?

Dr. Trakoshis, an old colleague of mine.
Also Greek.

-Now he was a fantastic cook.
-Hang on.

It's Romy.

What's wrong, my angel?

The boys won't let me play with them.

Is it those boys again?

Should Auntie Mie get involved?

-What's that?
-I operated on Mr Bear.

-Mie?
-I'm sorry.

-Are you out of your mind?
-I'm sorry, but...

I don't want to hear it.
You don't hit my children. Period.

-I'm sorry.
-Let's go downstairs.

Nikki... Nikki, please.

-Ollie, we're going.
-Why?

We're off. Grab our coats.

-What happened?
-Mum, don't get involved.

-I'm not.
-You're making it worse.

-Nikki, please stay calm.
-Stay calm? Are you serious?

-It's Romy's birthday after all.
-I'm not interested, Benoit.

You're all mad, do you know that?

-Did somebody forget something?
-He is impossible today.

Mum, really. Shut up.
Dad is sitting right next to you.

Ollie, I want to go home now, okay?

I'm sorry. The cake was delicious.

We'll be in touch.

Benoit, what was that all about?

argument Nikki

hit Leon

is there more going on?

Coffee? No, thanks.

Coffee with apologies on the side?

I would have preferred coffee
with cake on the side.

Is that Romy?

I'll go check on her.

-Can you stay with me a little bit longer?
-Yes.

Where are my Post-its?

On the table.

TODAY
DECEMBER 5TH

Annemie D'Haeze? I seem to have missed
the party. I'm sorry I'm a bit late.

Inspector Wolkers.

That's what I want to talk about today.

-Where did you get this from?
-No.

Where did Thomas De Geest get it from?

No idea.

You drew this, right?

THREE MONTHS
BEFORE THE DISAPPEARANCE

Nice.

Do you draw a lot? Not enough.

-You draw very well.
-Thanks.

I have seen you before.

-Have you?
-Yes.

At the recycling centre. I work there.

That's possible.
I don't have a good memory for faces.

I'm Thomas, but everybody calls me Tom.

-Annemie. Everybody calls me Mie.
-Mie.

-Hi, Mie.
-Sit down, why don't you?

Are you sure? I don't want to disturb you.

-You're not. I could do with some company.
-Haven't you made any friends yet?

I lived in the city for a long time. I'm
still getting used to things back here.

Right.

There's city people and village people.

-What brings you here?
-I won't bother you with that.

-You already have.
-I lost a lot and now I am here.

I know the feeling.

I was in an accident.

I have memory issues. That's why
I didn't recognise you straight away.

-I'm sorry.
-And what about you?

What have you lost?

Pretty much everything.

It must be wonderful
to be able to just forget.

I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean it like that.

Village curtains.

I knew it.

-They're my mother's.
-No way.

"For curtains and blinds,
take a peek at Rita's finds."

Mum is a curtain consultant.

And when she's had one too many,
she's an interior decorator.

You didn't inherit your good taste
from her?

She is of a different opinion.

I have to pick my daughter up from school.

-Do you have a daughter?
-Yes.

-How old is she?
-Six. No, seven.

May I keep your drawing?

-Yes.
-Thanks. -Alright then.
-See you next time.

-I probably won't recognise you.
-That's okay.

It's a second chance
to make a good first impression.

Alright then, bye. Did you give that to him?

TODAY
DECEMBER 5TH

No.

Perhaps he found it...

or stole it.

Perhaps he was a fan.

A fan.

Because you used to be a musical star.

Have you checked if I ever filed
a police report for stalking?

Maybe you knew each other a bit.

Define a bit.

More than a bit.

Intimately.

I am a happily married woman.
I don't cheat on my husband.

Are you sure? After all, there are
many things Mrs D'Haeze isn't sure about.

If that had been the case,
I would have remembered.

Mie...

Any guy could throw you on this table
and fuck your brains out,

and you wouldn't remember a thing.

It wouldn't just be the crazies
coming after you.

Mie?

Mie? Mrs D'Haeze?

Who are you?

Where am I? Easy.

Don't touch me.

Benoit, where is Benoit?

Hey. Look at me. Mie, Mie. Let's just go to your room.

Mie?

Excuse me a second.

-Are you inspector Wolkers?
-Correct.

Dr. Mommaerts, Mrs D'Haeze's psychiatrist.

Pleasure. So she would come
to you for therapy?

That's correct.

Have you got a second? Yes.

I may have a couple of questions relating
to her situation that would help me.

Sorry. Doctor-patient confidentiality.

What just happened?

Mrs D'Haeze seems to be having a bad day.

-Yours doesn't seem too good either.
-I may have been too forward.

-If she panics, she could really lose it.
-Yes, I'm aware.

Did you get anything out of her?

As you know, we are also bound
to confidentiality, doctor.

Yes, we all have our jobs to do.

Nail biting is a sign of fear.
A blockage in the oral stage.

Oral stage my arse, doctor.

That's the anal stage, inspector.

Mie?

May I?

I'm in there. See for yourself.

I have something for you.

If you remember something
you can't quite place,

you can talk to me about it first,
in confidence of course.

It's important that we work on getting
to the truth at your own pace.

Don't let that inspector intimidate you.

It only has my number in it.

Mobile phones aren't allowed in here,
so keep it hidden.

I am crossing the line here.

Thank you.

We're going to make sure
that everything will be alright.

Bob.

NEXT WEEK

-Why were you in the night shop?
-Are you checking up on me?

Four.

There are no birds here.

Five. Six.

-Have you befriended your stalker?
-Seven.

-What do you want me to take off?
-Eight.

Look. Look at that.
Nine.

-How is that normal?
-Can you act normal?

Ten.

-Can you please cut it out?
-Here I come, ready or not.

Romy.