I Hear the Trees Whispering (2022)

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When we hear that it was based on

true events, we just wave our hands,

look bored and react to the

found footage films with disgust.

Rarely does it...

and finally the

Boston Bruins won

after a shootout against

the Philadelphia Flyers.

This is their ninth

away victory in a row,

which is a new

record for the club.

The Bruins are in good form,

their overall balance is 15-1-1.

Vincent Lecavalier scored

twice in the Flyers victory

as he celebrates his

400th goal during his...

And to be honest,

I really like plays.

I like them all and, when I

saw the first play of my life,

I decided to be an

actress right there.

I was 7 maybe and I was

extremely mesmerized by them.

And movies as well.

Yeah, Vincent,

you're absolutely right.

If you ask me, I could

hardly put it down

and suddenly I realized

that it was 3:30 in the morning

and I was just immersed

in this magic world.

It's a particularly refreshing

idea to create a story

in which I don't look

at the perfection of the...

An incredible story unfolded

from the monotonous answer

of the well shaven suspect,

dressed up in stolen but

nice and clean clothes.

He turned out to be the mysterious

hermit robbing the holiday homes.

In 1986 he left his home in

Massachusetts, traveled to Maine,

and disappeared into

the woods without a trace.

Living in a tent in an

impenetrable forest,

he subsisted on food he

stole from nearby cabins.

He didn't have a conversation

with another human being

for nearly three decades.

Hello, number two, I see you

have arrived, are you there?

Yes I am, I'm here.

You are Will, if I

remember correctly.

Yes I am. My name is Will.

This is June from

the headquarters.

Actually it doesn't really

look like a headquarters.

It's more like a

house like yours.

But I'm about fifteen

miles away from you.

Anyway, welcome

to Lily of the Valley.

Lily of the Valley.

Not an everyday

name if you ask me.

No, it's not.

And I'm sure you aren't

an everyday man either.

I'm sorry?

If you can guess how long

the job has been vacant

I'll invite you to the

raspberry beer in your fridge.

There are only

two minor problems.

I hate flavored beer.

Actually I hate all

kinds of beer and

whatever my guess is, the beer

in the fridge is already mine now.

Eh, true.

I would say it's been

vacant for half a year?

Nah, much longer.

He left a year and a half ago.

I guess he didn't

bear the pressure.

Yeah, we can say so.

What did you commit?

What do you mean?

I glanced through your CV

and you were not born here.

If you come here, you're either born

here and got rotted to this place,

or you did something and

you want to hide from the world.

Actually I could ask

you the same question.

I asked you first, so tell me.

I've been traveling

for one and a half days

I'm hungry and thirsty, so how about

letting us leave each other alone.

There's some raspberry beer.

Good for me.

Tomorrow morning, I will tell

you the most important things,

but have a good rest and be

careful of the mountain lions.

Mountain lions?

You haven't seen the

inside of the door yet then.

Let that be the

final word for today.

I need to get some sleep.

I'll call you in half

a lifetime again.

Will.

Wake up, Will.

Will!

Here I am, here I am.

I would say good morning,

but I think it's too late for that.

What time is it?

10:15 AM.

Ah, sh*t!

I'm sorry.

It happens sometimes.

There was a guy who

slept for two days,

but he was really really sh*t-faced.

I only drank some tea.

Oh, by the way,

regarding food and drink.

Look outside the door!

I'll do it.

The donkey with the

pack-saddle comes once a week.

I'm not sure I get it.

This is what we call the

lorry that carries the food.

If there is anything you

need, just put a note on the box

and it will be there next week,

and they take the empty box away.

Pizza is not in the game, is it?

It could be possible,

but by the time you get it

it would probably be

more like a Frisbee.

No problem, I'm not

a pizza fan anyway.

Are you ready to

look around a bit?

Sure!

There are some window boxes

there, put the keys in there.

There's less chance you lose

them in the middle of the woods

if you put them there.

You said you'll say

something about the job.

That's right.

As I told you it's

not a brain surgery.

The county spends a nice sum

of money on keeping the jobs,

so we grab the opportunity.

I feel like I'm sponsored.

Yes, it's our privilege.

So the main thing is that we must

keep peace and order in the forest.

If somebody starts a

fire, we must take action.

If anybody does anything

ill*gal, we must take action, too.

You mean like a thirty-member

crew making a porn movie?

I'm happy you

managed to relax a bit.

Kind of.

Rather like repairing

a broken bar or barrier

or repair the steps

of a lookout tower.

These are small jobs, but

nobody wants to die here

because a sign's not fixed

or the steps are broken.

Fair enough.

So, as I told you...

Wait a minute.

What is it?

Will, what's happening?

As if I was hearing the sound of

a chainsaw not very far from here.

That's weird.

No felling was

planned for today.

Wait a second, I'll

just go and check.

I'm not planning to run away.

I hope so.

Not for today, not

even for this week.

The next felling is

planned for next Friday.

What am I supposed to do now?

Well, you should walk

towards the sound

and check who is

stealing the timber.

This guy has a chainsaw for sure

and what I have is a

folded pocket knife.

Chances are not

equal I'm afraid.

I know, it's not

really reassuring,

but the headphones

have built-in GPS,

so we can help you if

you get in trouble.

You said houses are 10-20

miles from each other here.

That's right.

Help would not be so quick.

Just to inform you,

it was a failed attempt

if you wanted to calm me down.

But such things do happen,

this is part of your job.

Walk there carefully, warn them

or send them away, if necessary.

If you feel you are in danger,

tell us and more people

will go out with you.

Do you have the

alarm g*n with you?

Do I have something like that?

There is a red box in the house,

I thought it would be the

first thing you found.

The bed attracted me more.

I shouldn't be here.

So many horror

movies start like this.

Shut up!

I'm sure he saw you

coming and ran away.

Nobody's going to attack

you for a few weeks' firewood.

I haven't really

calmed down yet.

Look around, and if you don't

see anybody, you can get off.

I found the chainsaw.

And the owner has

run away, I guess.

It can happen and will

happen again, I'm sure.

There's a bag here, too.

And I guess you'll

look what's inside.

I'll visit your for some

fortune-telling pretty soon.

I can't wait to meet you.

Only some...

whiskey.

The best is to steal timber when

you are drunk, didn't you know that?

I found a drawing

in the bag, too.

If it's a treasure map,

give me a little time.

I'll go and we can start

searching for it together.

It's a simple

drawing by a child.

Maybe the guy's

daughter made it.

Or a six-year-old was

trying to cut down a tree.

- What the f*ck?!

- What is it?

- A-a-a finger!

- What?!

A finger, a f*cking finger

dropped on the ground.

Somebody's finger

was in the bag!

Holy sh*t!

Will!

Will, what the

hell is happening?

For f*ck's sake Will, answer me!

Will!

Okay. False alarm.

What the f*ck is happening then,

it's not a finger but an

ear or what the f*ck, Will?

It's a flashdrive.

A flashdrive disguised

as a human finger.

f*cking Ebay.

Now is the time when

I need to take a shot.

And you should drink the rest of

the whiskey, because you deserve it.

I don't drink.

Don't mess with me.

Not a sip for a

year and 114 days.

I guess I wouldn't be able to

hold out for fourteen days, huh.

Sometimes it would be good

to forget things, but I hold out.

I drink another one for that.

What shall I do

with the chainsaw?

Leave it there.

If it belongs to somebody,

they will collect it today.

And the bag?

I think you can

leave it there, too.

I don't want them coming after

us because of the things they lost.

And adding the

creepy trumpet sound

from Kevin Smith's Red State movie.

In other words,

they were all hoaxes.

But the phenomenon

itself is no hoax at all.

A skyquake is

actually a real event

though it's difficult to

distinguish between fakes

videos of unexplained noises

that are of human origin

and genuine skyquakes.

But the real examples

of this phenomenon

are all described the same way

by those who experience them.

A loud boom that sounds

like distant cannon fire

and the genuine ones

all occur near coastal areas.

There hasn't been

a full explanation yet

why certain areas

experience periodic skyquakes

but enough evidence

exists to suggest...

Are you still out?

Yes.

Someone damaged the

barrier at stone number sixty-two.

I fixed that and some

very clever guy made fire

but he left soon.

It looks as if being in the woods

justified anyone being an as*h*le.

I wonder how he could

light a fire in this weather.

Yeah.

At the end of the day, I'd like to

thank you for your work today,

and for your courage with

the chainsaw m*rder*r.

I'm here to do my job.

I think you'll do it well.

And I hope you're right.

Most people are fed up

after the first day and get off.

I'm not planning to get off.

A chainsaw m*rder*r and a

finger a day are no problem at all.

It's good to know.

Normally I don't chat so much

with people, but now it is...

If it makes you feel better

I haven't said more than

two sentences to anybody

in the last one and a half years.

I don't know if I should

be surprised or sad.

I didn't say it to

crash the party.

Who was it?

What do you mean?

Who did you tell more

than two sentences?

My bank called me to

cross-check some data.

But seriously!

I'm being serious.

The main reason

I started this job

was because I wanted to

be alone with my thoughts

and here I may be able

to forget things if I want to.

I don't have to

pose others and...

find out what I did well

and what I screwed up.

Then I'll spoil your party when

I keep speaking in your ears.

No.

No problem at all.

I didn't think it would

take so long to get back.

The forest is about

3000 square kilometers.

Lily of the Valley makes

up about a quarter of it.

That means your senses

are confused easily,

when it comes to time and distance.

You'll get used to it.

Luckily I have the map with me.

Although it's not

easy to comprehend.

There is a guy here.

Scared the hell out of me.

A man?

Yes.

Does he have a

chainsaw in his hand?

Funny girl.

No, he doesn't,

just a flashlight.

I'm about to tell you a secret.

What is it?

This is a forest with no

entrance where we sell tickets.

Screw you.

He probably feels

the same about you.

If he'd got lost, he would've asked

you for help, don't bother about it.

At least I will sleep well.

If you can't fall asleep, I will

sing something. That might help.

It's been a long day

and you are brilliant

at making me feel it even longer.

I'm sorry, I'll try

to make it shorter.

- Oh, sh*t!

- What's wrong?

I put the keys under the first

windowbox and they're not there now.

Are you sure you put them there?

Absolutely, I don't

need to remember

too many things in

the middle of nowhere!

Look around.

Maybe they just fell down.

I've got them.

They were the one

on the right side.

Great!

I could swear I

didn't put them there.

I could swear on my life.

Will?

Where are you?

Lily needs you.

What a beautiful landscape.

I also love it.

It's like all the bad

things stay out of our lives.

It would be nice if it were so.

Well, about a half hour ago,

we got a call saying that a

person is sh**ting at bottles,

probably with an air g*n.

According to the description

the incident might be

between number 54 and 56.

A single person?

The caller said he saw one person,

he didn't dare to get any closer.

I should get some hazard bonus.

But at least, it's

not a chainsaw.

I'll speak to my boss.

Can I ask you a

strange question?

Even two questions.

Go ahead.

Did you speak to

me during the night?

Sometimes I drink too much,

but I usually remember what I do,

so I can definitely

say it wasn't me.

Why, did somebody call you?

I was asleep when

she was speaking to me.

Her voice reminded

me of my wife.

And yet you believed it was me?

Your voices are very similar.

Really?

Yes.

Am I right that she's one of

the reasons why you are here?

It's not my business.

I try to mind my own one, and

not to dig deep into your life.

Yes.

Actually, she is

the main reason.

I guessed there is something

like that in the background.

How did you know that?

Your voice.

It's so sad.

The tone of it is nice, you

have a good sense of humor,

but I can always hear it.

Even if it's just a little bit.

Sara died in a car accident.

I'm sorry.

What happened?

It happened about

three years ago.

I was driving a truck abroad.

I was driving a truck

almost all my life,

I made money, I tried

to get all the jobs.

I traveled so many miles

that I could have traveled

around the globe five times.

She stayed home with our

daughter, whom I didn't see often.

She had to do everything.

One day she ran out

of the baby formula

and she went down to

the shops to buy some.

She was coming home when a...

f*ck

ran over her over the

pedestrian crossing.

My God.

I hurried home

as fast as I could

but it took almost

two days to get home.

If I had not accepted that job

and if I had been

home on that day...

Will, you didn't know

what would happen.

Nobody knew what would happen.

The name of the guy who

hit her was Thomas Briscoe.

He had a gardening store

on the edge of the town.

To be more accurate,

people bought seeds, hoes,

or lawnmowers from him and

then they could say they knew him.

He was driving at 22

miles over the speed limit

when he caused the accident.

Finally he got away

with it quite easily

because his lawyer used

my wife's medical records

about her migraine

saying that her illness may

have caused the accident

when a sudden pain distracted her

and she stepped in front of the car.

Ah, f*ck!

It's a bit embarrassing to

speak in this microphone

when I know that

I remind you of her.

It's not your fault.

In a way...

it's even relaxing.

Nobody has ever

told me that before.

And on the top of that...

Yes?

My daughter's name is Lily.

What were the chances

that your new workplace

will bear the name

of your daughter

and your quasi-boss will speak

to you with your wife's voice?

Well...

Chances are better of Miley Cyrus

giving me a blowjob

along pit row at Daytona

while I watch the cars speed by.

According to your GPS coordinates,

you have to see the

Castle of Witches.

As I recall, it was

built in the 15th century

and in fact, no witch

lived there at all.

As far as I know.

It has been devastated spectacularly

in the last fifty years.

At one time it was

also a wedding venue.

So many idiots drove miles by SUV,

only to get divorced

a few years later.

I can't see things like this

every day, that's for sure.

What is it you see?

A chapel or a mansion.

At least, the remains.

That's Lily's hidden place.

Lily's what?

We call it like that.

I wonder why it wasn't

stolen stone by stone.

Quite a lot of them remained.

It's scary.

I haven't seen

it for a long time.

It was many years ago

when I last went there.

It feels as if I had

been here before.

How come?

I cannot explain.

Perhaps some

damn deja vu feeling.

The whole thing is so strange.

Something is not right here.

What's wrong?

What's wrong, Will?

What do you hear?

That's the point.

Nothing.

But someone or

something is here.

Hey! Wait a minute! Stop!

What's happening,

what do you see?

A stranger looked at me, didn't

say a word then disappeared.

Will, I don't want

to offend you, but...

Look, I'm not crazy, I know what

I see, and I know what I do, okay?

Okay, okay, I believe you.

Can you see him anywhere now?

No.

No, he vanished completely.

According to the GPS signal,

you should be alone there.

That's reassuring.

Will, there's no problem here.

Maybe it's a tourist

who loves fun,

or somebody just wanted to take

a leak, but you interrupted him.

f*ck you, you come out here!

Sorry.

I didn't want to shout.

That's all right.

The forest hides

many strange things.

Indeed.

Nobody is sh**ting with a g*n,

so whoever was reported to

be here has probably left by now.

Walk around once more and

if you don't see anybody,

you can go home and eat something.

Okay.

I can do that.

And how is your Lily?

She'll start school next year.

My question might

sound strange, but...

My father-in-law raises her.

After Sara's death, I went

through a very difficult period.

And my parents died long ago.

Only her father is alive.

He became her legal guardian.

They moved to Europe.

To the Isle of Man.

And Lily is starting

school there.

I would be crying over

the blind map for sure

if I had to spot this Man something.

It is located between

England and Ireland.

We were thinking of moving

there with Sara, when Lily is older,

but it seems that my

father-in-law stole the idea.

Maybe Sara mentioned

it to him, I don't know.

How do you meet

your daughter then?

We haven't seen

each other for a while.

Unfortunately I wasn't there for

her when she really needed me.

When there were the three

of us, things went quite well.

I had to work a lot, but we did our best to

spend as much time together as possible.

Sara's death changed

everything I guess.

I was alone with a baby.

The funeral cost a lot of money.

And there are a lot of

expenses with a child.

I didn't know what to do with

Lily when there were the two of us.

Sara was the perfect mother.

It may sound of

clich, but it was true.

I was good at my

job, at least for a while.

She needs you.

I think I would confuse her.

She grows up together with his

grandfather in a beautiful place.

That island is

absolutely fabulous,

much more beautiful than

the place where we lived.

I think I would just

disrupt everything.

She would not know what's

happening, she's too young.

My sister's daughter is only six

but last week she started a

discussion with me about reincarnation.

Age is not everything.

The fact that a child is a child

doesn't mean anything.

I usually send something

to her for her birthday,

for Christmas and

for some other holidays.

I send as much

money as I can, too.

None of these can replace you.

And what about you?

Husband?

Kid, kids?

I was married once,

for two weeks.

Maybe I shouldn't ask more.

There's nothing special.

I was twenty, he was forty-two.

He was a manager,

smartly dressed and

it's difficult to say no when

you are still lazing around

in your childhood room

in your parents' house.

He was courting.

I mean I was very much

impressed, he treated me very well

and I was such a stupid c**t

that I thought it would always be so.

What happened?

After the first bigger

argument in our marriage,

I was beaten up

with a broken nose

with two teeth falling out

and I had internal bleeding.

What the f*ck?

Yeah.

I was saying the same to myself

while I was screaming for help.

The next day he went to the

office like nothing had happened.

So I packed up and went home.

My mother cried.

My father, he called

an ambulance.

And then his friends.

I hope you didn't let

him go away with it.

All I know is that

he wasn't k*lled

but I never saw him again.

And soon his name was removed

from the company's website as well.

It's said that somebody else was

living in the house a month later.

Our house.

It's strange.

The fact he knocked

only two of my teeth out?

No, of course not.

My wife also came out of an

a*usive relationship when we met and

I just find the

coincidence strange.

If I finished my time here, my first

thing would be to fly after my daughter.

Maybe I wouldn't

be here tomorrow.

Let's finish this now, please.

I must be someone's way here.

What's that again?

Someone left a gift on the door.

Like in a detective story.

The letters are cut out from a

newspaper to create a message saying

"I know why you are here".

And the note is full of blood.

Calm down, Will.

Someone must be joking.

You know what's interesting?

That this person is the only one

who might actually know why

I'm here, so I'd love to meet him

and ask him, because I don't even

know what the f*ck I'm doing here.

Will, I have to tell

you something.

Just tell me it cannot

be worse than this.

The guy, who worked

there before you came here...

Jesus Christ, don't tell

me he's a f*cking m*rder*r!

No, no, but he

didn't actually quit.

I don't want to pull

every sentence out of you.

One day, he just disappeared.

Oh, f*ck, that's just awesome!

I'm not exaggerating when I say we

combed through the complete forest

we phoned everybody we could, the police

also tried to find him, but all in vain.

And now I am his next target.

You need to stay calm.

That's the only way

you can do this job.

And what does he look like?

What's his name?

His name was Chuck Huntington.

But I cannot really say any more

about him, I was not connected to him.

And what does he look like?

I don't know exactly.

You didn't even meet him?

We received his CV, we hired him,

he was sent to his place, that's all.

It's not official, but

he left out more and more often.

He didn't complete the work

he received, or didn't do it at all,

and he did not react

to anything after a while.

There were days where he just

muttered into the microphone

that he should no

longer be allowed to live.

And he picked me

as his new target.

Ah, I shouldn't have

told you about that!

Chuck Huntington probably

drank himself to death

and his decaying body is waiting to

be discovered by a group of tourists.

Nine out of ten people

don't take this job.

Usually crazy people, lonely pensioners,

divorced or antisocial outcasts come here.

You are the

refreshing exception.

Here you can hide all your pain

all your fear, your past, but

sometimes new ones are born and

the past doesn't cease to exist here.

Either you run as far as you can,

or you take the courage to confront.

You sound exactly like Sara.

Thank you for

being here with me.

Not at all.

June.

June.

June.

Are you awake?

I used to have that stupid habit of

sleeping at 2 AM, but now I'm giving up.

Don't be stupid now.

There's someone here.

Maybe it's just my

brain playing tricks.

This might be the man

with the flashlight again.

Will.

Go to sleep now and

have a rest, okay?

I swear it's like a Morse code.

And it is repeated.

Do you have a piece

of paper and pen?

Yeah.

Dot, dash, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Aha.

Again, dot, dash, dot, dot.

Dash, dot, dash, dash.

Got it.

Can I dictate it?

Please.

Dot, dash, dot, dot, dot, dot.

Dot, dash, dot, dot.

Dash, dot, dash, dash.

Lily.

Holy sh*t!

Okay, it's not a joke anymore.

Someone knows exactly who I

am, knows my daughter's name,

and who knows what

else he knows about me!

Will, can you hear it?

Fireworks?

I don't think so.

Check if you still

have the alarm g*n.

sh*t, I haven't

checked it since then.

Just a second.

I don't have it.

What do you mean

you don't have it?

What it's meant to be.

That idiot outside is sh**ting with my g*n

because there's only the empty box here!

I'll walk towards the

sound of sh**ting.

Be very careful.

It's not far from here.

I hear it.

Okay, keep calm.

Maybe some douchebag came

out to use his remaining fireworks.

I hope so, but he won't get

away with it, that's for sure.

I'm not very well off,

so don't think I'm about to bail

you out if the cops take you away.

You told me everything

can be hidden here.

An idiot more or an idiot

fewer makes no difference.

Please be reasonable, old boy.

Why does a lorry driver

decide to switch a huge truck

with hundreds of

horsepower for birds' singing?

If I understand correctly, you are

fed up with everything and everybody

and driving a lorry is not an

entry to the social life either.

I am not allowed

to drive anymore.

Not only lorries,

nothing at all.

Another secret of the forest.

After Sara's death

I escaped to work

but I think I said that.

Yeah.

Though I haven't mentioned

that I spent one day

working and one day drinking.

And there was a single

day when I did both.

You don't have to talk

about it if you don't want to.

I haven't talked

about it to anybody.

Except the police, of course.

It must be pretty tough.

Everything went wrong that day.

Visibility was crap,

it was foggy,

the previous night

I drank really a lot

and at that time I could sleep

four-five hours on average.

Finally, the truck and all its

loads fell into the roadside ditch

but only after a vehicle had

turned around its axles three times.

They cut me out of the wreck and

I was in a coma for three weeks.

Yeah.

So that's why all booze is

in safety in your presence.

Let's say I can't afford

not to be sober anymore.

And what happened after that?

I caused four

other cars to crash

but luckily nobody died.

I got a suspended sentence due to what

happened to my wife and the circumstances

but my license was

permanently revoked

and of course

I was no longer employed.

I'm very sorry, Will.

Thanks to my father-in-law I was

treated in a special private hospital

until I regained consciousness

and soon I was able to

take a closer look at that slope.

Then I fell out with my him,

and I dealt less and less with Lily.

It might sound stupid,

but what if somebody does this

to you because of the accident?

I don't think so.

But now I don't really

know what I should think.

I'm very close.

Take care.

Somebody is camping here!

Why did no one recognize this?

There was a guy here

who lived alone for 14 years

before one of us

noticed him from the jeep.

The whole family

thought he was dead

and he just said he had got

fed up with his wife's bitching.

I don't think this guy

here wanted to hide.

He wanted to be found.

Or that you find him.

I'll check the tent.

I've found the g*n.

My God.

What is it?

Here is a pile of photos

about my daughter and my wife.

But how?

I don't know!

I have no idea

how or where from.

These are photos

that only we had.

I doubt my

father-in-law got them,

I don't think he has

ever seen these pictures.

Somebody from your past

followed you to this place.

This shithead even has a laptop.

Do you think it might work?

The flashdrive.

I have to try it.

Hey Will.

I hope you get this

message, this is Dale.

You never returned any of my phone calls,

so I just stopped trying after a while.

You know before I

turned on this little gadget

I had all memorized.

But now...

to be honest, I don't

know what to tell you.

I guess...

Lily's fine.

Lily's fine.

I guess the most important

thing to tell you is that

I think she misses you

a lot, but she doesn't say.

You know I play with

her a lot, you know.

And her drawing is

getting better and better.

The other day

she went into the house, we

were cutting and picking flowers.

She went into the house

and she drew herself.

One of these days

she's gonna be a really talented

artist, you know, something like that.

Yeah.

You know Will, I know this

whole thing derailed because...

after Sara's death.

But I think you should know that

your daughter is waiting for you.

Every single day.

Look, I'm not...

I don't want to decide for you.

I'm not trying to tell you what

to do, I just think you should know.

She's waiting for her father.

You know...

Okay.

Look.

To the world...

you're one of many.

But to her...

you're the whole world.

Something is wrong for sure.

The tent was full of

photos of Lily and Sara

and the flash drive

contained a video

where my father-in-law asked

me to go back to my daughter.

This is a f*cking nightmare.

June!

June, are you there?

June!

June!

What is going on here?

This can't be.

Hey Will.

This is Chuck Huntington.

Your predecessor, if you will.

Maybe it's better

I tell you my real name.

Thomas Briscoe.

I had to find a new

identity for my life here.

We sometimes say

life is unpredictable

and it proves to be

true again and again.

I never thought that I

would meet you again.

I thought we should

avoid meeting face to face.

I see our minds

worked the same way.

We both chose to

hide from the world.

I had a good time

here for a few years

then I ran out of books,

thoughts and memories.

But then you arrived.

I'm sorry I scared you to death.

I took your g*n, because if we'd

met, you would have k*lled me.

And I would've thought the same

if I met the man that k*lled my wife.

You must know that I am sorry.

I'm sorry about what

happened to you.

And I'm even more sorry that your

daughter had to live through all this.

You must know that I

understand what you finally did

and I forgive you.

Painful as it is and it is

terribly painful.

I'd never have known that

ruining the lives of others

is not just a column between

two advertisements in a newspaper

if our lives hadn't intersected.

We'll never meet

again and it's okay.

We have nothing left

to do with one another.

Take care of yourself.

And Lily.

Chuck Huntington hit

my wife with his car.

And I cut the brake pipe

of his car on January 19th

the day after his verdict.

So I could take revenge.

But that day

it was his son who used his car

and drifted off the road.

I k*lled his son.

Now everything has

come to a conclusion.

It's not a coincidence

that I'm here, right?

Yes.

This place does not exist.

Is that right?

Not in the way you think.

Will I ever get

out of here, June?

Hey there, Lily!

It's the big day, huh?

I couldn't sleep a wink

at night, to be honest.

But as you asked, I did some

more work on the establishing shots

and changed the

design of your dad's car.

I hope you like the sound I

finally mixed for Chuck Huntington.

Almost fifteen years

in the wilderness

and he ended up

returning to his hometown

to do this radio interview

just before his death.

It's still on the web.

I ended up using it to create his accent,

his tone of voice, basically everything.

I think it's pretty good now.

Although I've never

had the courage

I've never had the opportunity

to admit how much I admire your

determination.

And if it doesn't work out today,

it'll work out somewhere else.

People must know what happened.

You got this.

This is what we've

all been waiting for.

All those years you

put in led you to this.

So go get 'em.

And let me know when

you have any news.

Bye, Lily.

Good morning, Lily!

In ten minutes, there is an online

meeting with the CEO of Memory Games,

Mr. Harald Torenbeek.

I cannot tell you how happy I am

that you devote some of your time to us.

That's very kind of you.

Look!

I'm quite sure that I Hear the

Trees Whispering will change

how we look at video

games and the digital world.

It's...

brave,

pioneering

and moving.

The first simulator

based on real memories.

It's fabulous.

I've spent a lot of time

and energy on it, sir.

In what stage is it now?

Around 95%.

I haven't decided

the ending yet.

The story can go in eighteen directions,

depending on the decisions of the player,

But all of them lead

to the same outcome.

To the truth I always

wanted to know.

The truth about my father.

Around twenty years

ago, he made mistakes.

When I learned that,

after the accident,

my grandfather scanned my

father's memories in at the hospital

using a new procedure,

I knew that that's the only way

to find out why it all happened.

The institution stored the

samples for twenty years,

and then, as the only relative,

I was able to receive them.

I even built a new machine that

helps me to amplify my father's memories

to make them easier

to put into the game.

What happened to your father?

There was a good chance

he would never wake up.

But after three weeks

he was out of the hospital.

He changed after that.

At first he was still telling me

stories, he was playing with me

but these...

faded away.

There were days when he just sat

and stared out through the window.

Later I learned that overnight he simply

turned himself into the police saying

that he k*lled the

son of the man

who k*lled my mother.

You refer to this in the game.

Ninety percent of the game was

written by my father's memories.

When he was young he wanted to be a

forester, hence the place for the game.

I made June's voice based on some

archived recordings of my mother,

only deepened it a bit.

I wanted to know what happened,

so I manipulated the whole thing

to make it seem

as real as possible.

How many times did the outcome

of the game turn out like that?

Every time.

He did it.

What happened since then?

He was sentenced to

twelve years in prison.

My grandfather traveled across

the world a few times to talk to him

until it was my father who

finally turned him away forever.

I was hoping that

this would end once.

That he would come,

knock on my door,

I invite him in and

he tells me everything.

But I've never seen him again.

After he was released, he

disappeared from the eyes of the world.

Actually...

you would have liked to

have your father back.

Is that right?

I would like him to

know that I forgave him.

With this I can tell the whole world

that I understand why he did that.

I've been a game developer all my

life, that's the only thing I'm good at.

That world is comfortable

for me, I'm terrified of this one,

but the world needs to know that

he's not a bad person

and he never was.

Because he is...

he is my father.

I hope this message

will reach many people.

Especially one person.

Hey, Dad.