All language subtitles for Tabula Rasa 04

PREVIOUSLY

I'm doctor Mommaerts, your psychiatrist.

I counselled you after your accident,
right after your memory loss.

So you are friends
with your stalker after all.

What's that? What's on the other half?

When we meet again,
I doubt you'll know me.

If you remember anything,
you can talk to me about it.

You're not allowed
to have a mobile here, so hide it.

Is the wooden cabin still ours?

This is where you were last seen
with De Geest.

Tell me if you recognize anything.
My team found this.

A cloak.

There are no spirits and spectres.

I was scared.

You know what the doctor said.

Hello?

If you don't know, you get confused
and your imagination fills in the blanks.

There are no birds here.

-That's not normal, is it?
-Could you act normally for once?

Could you? Just for once?

ARIADNE'S THREAD

A long, long time ago,

there was a monster
on an island far away from here.

It had the body of a man,
but the head of a bull.

It was called Minotaur.

It lived in a maze
from which nobody escaped alive.

King Minos would feed children
to the beast,

but Theseus, the brave prince
from the mainland,

decided to kill the Minotaur
to save the children.

King Minos' daughter,
the beautiful Ariadne, gave Theseus

an enchanted ball of wool.

And she said:

"This thread will lead you to the heart
of the labyrinth,

and all the way back out.

Back to me."

Romy? What's that?

-I really didn't do that.
-Don't lie to me.

-I'm not lying.
-You are. I can see it in your eyes.

-Off to bed without dinner.
-But...

Off to bed.

Bad mum.

Madam, here you go. 10x15 cm, matte.

Okay, super.

-Ouch.
-Did you want glossy after all?

No, but they're blurry.

-You made them and I print them.
-I didn't make these.

I'm on them.

They're all blurry. How's that possible?

Maybe it's your camera.

Yes. Maybe.

-Can I bring it in some time?
-We don't do repairs anymore.

Okay.

-Fine, how much do I owe you?
-It's okay.

Okay, thank you. Bye.

-Hey, honey bear.
-Hey, little mole.

Your sister is here. You were
going to clear the attic together.

20% DISCOUNT
ON ALL YOUR REPAIRS!

Grandpa never threw anything away.

No. It's endless.

-There's something up there.
-Wait, let me do it.

It's grandpa's Ouija board. Come, let's call the spirits
one more time.

Nikki, I wouldn't do that here.

What's wrong? Are you scared, you chicken?

Okay.

Don't laugh.

We are North, East, South, West.

Spectre, can you hear us?

Yes.

You're not pushing, are you?

No.

Grandpa?

Grandpa, is that you?

Yes.

Is there something wrong with this house?

Is there an evil spectre in this house?

Where is it hidden?

R.

O.

M.

-What are you doing?
-Mie, I didn't do anything.

-Yes, you did.
-You were pushing.

-That's not true.
-I could feel your finger.

-Why would I do that?
-What's the use of me...

Really. Honestly...

-Where are you going?
-Pick up the kids from judo.

Romy has been acting strange
since we moved here.

-What do you mean by strange?
-Just...

Strange.

She's not listening, she lies to me,
she's not her usual self.

It's her age.

No.

It's this house.

There's nothing wrong with it. I told you,
you're seeing things that aren't real.

-Are you saying I'm crazy?
-No, I'm not.

The doctors warned you
of confabulations in your condition.

It's my condition.

We've had this conversation
a few times too many.

Hello, Mie speaking.

Benoit.

-Who is it?
-My imagination.

Hello, Benoit.

Wrong number, I suppose?

In that case, they either hang up
or apologize.

Something or somebody is bothering us.

I found this yesterday in the cabin
we were at together.

TODAY
DECEMBER 7TH

So you've seen this before?

-What did you do to your finger?
-Why are you refusing to cooperate?

-His life is at stake.
-I'm not refusing.

You're asking me things
I don't have answers to.

Why are you assuming
that I have something to do with this?

Because everything points to you.

-Perhaps he's on holiday.
-Without his passport?

It was still in his container.
And they didn't know at work either.

Maybe he ran away or he committed suicide.

What do I know?

I'm on to you, girl.

You're hiding behind an excuse.

You only have amnesia when it suits you.

Liars need to have a good memory.
Did you know that?

-Are you calling me a liar?
-Yes, and I will prove it too.

Mie D'Haeze.

You've turned into a beautiful woman.

You don't remember me, do you?
Doctor Trakoshis.

I was your father's best student.

He taught me everything I know.
Everything. How is he doing?

I haven't seen him for a while,
because they locked me up.

Yes, I heard.

It sounds like an Agatha Christie novel.

So...

This inspector Wolkers
asked for some additional tests.

Are you sure you want to do this?

This is not the way things normally go.

I have nothing to hide.

Okay.

Okay, so let's get started.
Please get undressed.

Would that be so bad?

Let's see if there's any improvement.

Yes, that...

The human brain.

My brother has one too,
but he's a gynaecologist.

I'm going to give you an injection.
Don't be startled.

Your previous tests
date back to the summer.

Have you noticed any improvement yourself?

I don't think so.

If I don't write something down
once I remember it, it's gone.

Write this down:

"if you don't remember,
trust your intuition.

It's the closest thing to your memory."

Thanks.

Down the rabbit hole.

Okay, Mie. Let's get started.

Try to recollect
the night of the accident.

What's that dark spot?

That's the area
where your memory operates.

Normally, it should light up
when the brain is active.

So that's the key to my investigation?

Good luck.

Look, thunder clouds.

That's interesting.

Do you want to discuss the results
in private first?

-That won't be necessary.
-Okay.

Look, magnificent images.

That's a classic example
of anterograde amnesia.

But there's good news too.

Here, we see increased activity
in the hippocampus.

That's where the long-term memory
is recuperated.

But there's still no controllable
episodic recollection.

In plain language, please?

Concretely, it means that Mie...

occasionally remembers things.

You see?

But these memories are random.

They come and go
and she has no control over it.

-But she does remember?
-Have you ever had a sex dream?

Excuse me?

Have you never had a sexual dream,
inspector?

Yes.

When you wake up,
everything is still very concrete.

Then everything starts to blur

until you're only left
with a feeling of excitement.

When somebody asks you
what you dreamt, you don't know.

Only that it was pleasant.

That's how it is for Mie.

But neurologically that's good news.

Your memory is slowly waking up.

You may even be fully recovered
in a few months' time.

I don't have months.

Dammit.

Doctor...

I've been having nightmares lately.

I often dream about the accident.

That makes sense.
That's where your memory loss began.

When it comes to memories,
our brain often operates chronologically,

from earlier events to the last events.

Okay.

But does that mean it all really happened?

Or was it just a dream?

TWO MONTHS
BEFORE THE DISAPPEARANCE

Mie.

Romy is gone, Benoit.

-What?
-Romy is gone.

Romy is gone.

Somebody took her.

There was somebody outside.
Somebody took her.

I saw somebody. Romy is sleeping over somewhere else.

Remember?

With a girlfriend.

Romy is sleeping over.

Nobody took her.

Half, okay?

TODAY
DECEMBER 8TH

Can I have the results of the scan?

I can't give you the results.
They're for personnel only.

She's my patient.

As her psychiatrist,
you're welcome during visiting hours.

Doctor Devos doesn't want
any outside interference.

I understand. I am happy
that the results are positive.

Come.

Mie?

Mie.

Sorry.

I heard about the scan.
That's good news, isn't it?

That's good, right? You're doing better.

Can you tell?

Did anything new surface?

I remember Thomas De Geest.
I remember meeting him.

You remember him. That's good.

Why didn't you call me?

-How come?
-I gave you a mobile phone, didn't I?

Where did you hide it?
You wrote it down, didn't you?

Intuition is the closest thing to memory.

Do you have it?

Yes.

Mie.

No.

Hello, who's this?

You can only use that phone to call me.

You're not allowed to have a mobile here.
If they take it, I can't help you.

I just wanted to hear my daughter.

I understand.

You're supposed to call me
when you remember something.

Then we can work on it together

before other people
misinterpret what you're saying.

You see?

Sorry.

Put the phone back under your mattress.

Write this down in your notebook
so you don't forget.

Jan.

Jan Peeters.

Are you going camping over there? Come on.

That's her. That's my daughter, Romy.

A real doll.

Do you have children?

Did your daughter answer the phone?

My husband did.

What are you thinking about?

The past.

About how we met.

How did you meet?

On the opening night of a musical
I was in.

We only talked briefly,

but he says it was enough
to fall in love with me.

Although he was there
with his girlfriend at the time.

She had taken him to see the show.

He's not a big fan of the genre.

So that opening night brought you
together and then you had Romy.

The best day of my life.

Did that sometimes cause friction
between you and your husband?

I didn't mean anything by it.

Priorities change when you're
a mother. That's quite normal.

But sometimes the husband
can feel excluded.

I'm sorry but I don't know
what you're getting at.

Was there still a lot of intimacy
between you after she was born?

Are you asking if Benoit
was cheating on me?

Benoit doesn't cheat.

He did dump his former girlfriend
for your sake, didn't he?

That's different.
And he handled it very properly.

He first broke up with her
before he got involved with me.

That's what he told me anyway.
I never met the woman.

Kitty.

TWO MONTHS
BEFORE THE DISAPPEARANCE

Kitty.

What's wrong with the cat?

-I haven't seen her for a while.
-I'm glad to be rid of her.

-Why are you wearing a suit?
-I have to go to work.

It's Saturday.

I told you that we're trying
to reel in a client, didn't I?

Coffee?

I think you're away a lot.

Pass me the marmalade?

-Romy, don't play with your food.
-I don't like bologne.

She's refusing to eat again.

Yeah.

I want to take her to see the doctor.
She's too skinny.

We'll talk about it later.
I'm late already.

Make sure you drink it all.

What are you doing? Damn kid.

Come on, Mie.

Okay, stand up.

Romy, please. It's even on your dress.

Dammit. Get changed.

Call me
Kisses, V.

Sorry, I really have to go now.

I won't be too late. See you later.

Bye.

Mie? Mie?

Let's leave the distant alone...

TODAY
DECEMBER 8TH

...and focus on more recent memories.

Okay.

That will be a short conversation.

You remember Thomas De Geest.

What sensation does this memory give you?

-Can you tell me about it?
-No.

Fear?

-Anger?
-I don't know.

-Or warmer feelings?
-I didn't have a fling with him.

-What?
-No.

-Do you think I'm lying?
-I'm not saying that.

I'm asking questions.
The answers are yours to give.

I have to see a patient. I have to go now.

If you want to talk, just call me.

Okay?

TWO MONTHS
BEFORE THE DISAPPEARANCE

Mie.

We arranged a meeting through my site.
The Bear Pit.

Tom.

-Where did you get that from?
-I found it in the woods.

I sometimes feel like
kicking her down the stairs.

It's a horrible thing to say
about your own child.

-I don't know.
-Yes, it is.

It's the house.

It started when we moved.
There's something very bad there.

It's doing something to my daughter.

Stupid, isn't it?

-Benoit thinks so too.
-I don't think it's stupid.

There's more to it than meets the eye.

My mother used to have seances.
I would go with her as a child.

There was this woman once.

She was woken up every night
by someone without a face.

It turned out to be an uncle
who had abused her.

And you believe all of that?

The main thing is that
it helps people, right?

Psychologically at least.

The mind is capable of many things.

What is two times eight?

Sixteen.

Good. Three times eight?

Twenty-eight.

No.

If two times eight is sixteen,
then how much is sixteen plus eight?

Twenty-four?

Done. Can I watch TV now?

What is three times eight?

-Twenty-four.
-Okay, you can go.

The spectre is in the house.
The spectre is in the house.

-Hello, Mrs D'Haeze.
-Hello.

Edith Lagrange.
And this is my assistant, Varelli.

Spiritual cleaners.

You called us.

-Yes. Are you the medium?
-I am.

But as you can see I wear an XL.

Can I come in?

Yes, of course.

You have a walnut tree in your garden.
That's good.

Why?

Walnut trees protect you
from evil energies.

Do you have nightmares?

Yes.

Stuff your pillow with walnut leaves.
They'll be over soon.

Nice wooden floor.

Woods absorbs, did you know that?

Not just sounds, but also events.

You see?

Wood doesn't forget.

Can I see your daughter?

Yes.

Romy?

Romy, say hi to this lady.

Romy?

Mie?

I'm afraid I can't help you.

Why not?

-I've seen it all before.
-I don't know what else to do.

I'm afraid of my own child.

This house is doing something to her.
There's something in here.

You can sense it, can't you?

Please,
I really don't know what else to do.

Okay.

-But it's going to cost you extra.
-Okay.

This is a very special case.

What does that do?

Have you never heard of Newton's laws?

The circle drives the centrifugal forces.

Non-believers call it physics.

Don't worry, child.
It's only my glass eye.

This way kinetic energy
is transformed into potential energy.

Come on, don't doubt.

They can sense it.

There.

Stay focused, okay?

What's going on here?

-What's all this, Mie?
-These people are here to help us.

With the house.
To see if anything is wrong.

Would you be so kind to leave the house?

Would you be so kind
as to leave the house, please?

Mie, are you going to let them mess
with you with this hocus pocus bullshit?

-Get out, dammit.
-I will escort them down.

I don't get you, Mie.
I really don't get you.

Benoit?

Mum, can I sleep in your bed?

Mum, why are you acting so strange?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Come.

I'm sorry, my angel.
Mummy is seeing things that aren't real.

TODAY
DECEMBER 8TH

Count Vronsky.

May I have this dance?

"Nobody dances except for the fools."

Nietzsche.

Jackson, beat it.
Or I'll set your hair on fire.

-Have you changed your mind?
-Shut up and dance.

-Spoil-sport at twelve o'clock.
-Twelve o'clock?

The scanner tests
didn't make me any the wiser.

I hope my colleague will do better
with a polygraph test.

Let's play a game.

You consented to this, but you are free
to stop at any time. Also during the test.

Refusing to cooperate
would be the same as admitting to lying.

I don't think it's quite that simple.

Could you please stick these
on your chest?

It doesn't bother you, does it?
I haven't eaten today.

Left hand.

This is not a cross-examination,

so just answer the questions
and stay calm.

And answer the questions
with yes or no. Okay?

Okay.

-Your name is Annemie D'Haeze?
-Yes, but everyone calls me Mie.

Yes or no, miss.

Yes.

Okay, this is the month of September.

No, November or Dec--

Sorry. No.

You suffer from amnesia?

Yes.

What's in that notebook?

Drawings, portraits.

Do you know Thomas De Geest?

I will repeat the question.
Do you know Thomas De Geest?

Yes or no, miss?

No.

Yes, I don't know.
It's neither yes nor no.

Does this cloak look familiar to you?

No.

Is Thomas De Geest still alive?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Jacques, I told you she was unsuitable.

Please wait outside.

Mie.

That notebook of yours.

I'm supposed to believe
that it only contains drawings?

This wasn't familiar to you?

Nevertheless, I found it
in the cabin in the forest.

I sent it to the lab for a DNA check.

There were two matching profiles.

Yours and Thomas De Geest's.

It's turning out to be
quite a nice collection.

Shall we make a deal?

I'm going to be honest with you.

And you're going to be honest with me.

I don't have to find Thomas for my career.

I'm retiring next week.

You could say that this here...

also contains some of my DNA.

As a manner of speech.

Thomas De Geest is my son.

I left his mother
when he was still very young.

Thomas took on her surname.

He never wanted to see me again.

But there we are.

I wasn't the best father, was I?

Tom gave me this.

Where is he?

I don't know. Honestly.

But the few memories
I have of him are positive.

Did you know that our memory
works the same way photos do?

We only take photos
of the beautiful things in life.

Holidays, birthday parties, births.

We want to remember them.

We don't record the negative things.

And our minds are just as selective.

Mie.

We have to collaborate.

Any bit of information is important.

Okay.

But you must believe that I don't know
what happened to Thomas.

I'm not taking the blame
for something I didn't do.

I'm not looking for the bad guy.

I'm looking for my son.

I don't want to let him down again.

THOMAS = TOM = SON OF WOLKERS!

-Hey, Mie.
-Hey.

-How are you today?
-Fine.

Look, I have post for you.

Thanks.

I'm sorry I haven't been to see you yet.
Miss you, Nikki

"Their lies are so powerful
that eyes become blind."

NEXT WEEK Happy Halloween.

Gently, you slide into the lovely sand.

You didn't let anyone into your head?

Stop it.

Do you have a second
for information on your girlfriend?

I think Dad has a hiding place.

Who is V?

-I've received a letter.
-Somebody wants to help.