01x05 - Episode 5

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You can't be here.

- You're dead.
- Yes.

I'm a prototype.
All I have are six days of battery
life.

Six days, just you and me.

It's my knee.
Must be a glitch in the joint.

Should I have recognised him?

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

Tomas and I had decided
to get married.

Tomas is alive.

Oh sh*t!

I'm on my way to Berlin.

She's gone off with a man!

How could she do that to me?

She's gone on search of her father.
How many times do I have to tell you?

I have no idea
whether Tomas is still in Berlin or
not.

Or even how to track him down.

I do.

And what does this young lady
have to do with this?

She's my assistant.

There's no Tomas Meyer on our list.

He's not even
in the professional directory.

Tomas must have changed profession.

Journalism wasn't a job for him,
it was a vocation.

DAY THREE

ALL THOSE THINGS WE NEVER SAID

So this is the wonderful spot

where you spent your best moments
as a young woman.

- It's delightful.
- That's enough!

What have I said this time?

Just don't say anything!

DANGER
DO NOT ENTER

There's not much left, is there?

There's nothing at all, you mean...

I've put too much pressure
on my batteries.

I need to sit down.

Sorry.

Thanks.

That's better.

- You okay?
- Yes.

I know how you feel.

I love Paris too. I mean...

I loved Paris...

because it's where I met your mother.

Winning her over
took a lot of perseverance.

She used to say the opposite.

Only to make your father look good.

I was 23 and she was just 20.

I walked into a jazz club
with some friends...

I never knew that one look
could change your life.

Her voice, her smile...

I couldn't take my eyes off her.

I went back every night.

I was always the first one there,

I'd arrive before they opened,
so I'd always get the same table.

In the end, of course,
she worked out my little game.

And I ended up believing

that she was singing that song for me.

One night she came over to my table.

She told me there were other clubs,

and that maybe
I should be more adventurous.

And I...

I told her that I'd come
to ask her to marry me.

She gave me an irresistible smile,

and then she left.

The following night, she wasn't there.

The club's owner told me
that she'd signed a deal in London.

I worked like a dog, doing all sorts
of jobs, to pay for the trip.

A month later I was sitting
in the front row at the Oxford Club.

Your mother never took her eyes off me
as she sang.

I took her for dinner in a pub.

We spent the rest of the evening
looking at each other,

she didn't stop talking.

Then, after I'd asked for the check...

Yes.

Yes, I'll marry you.

We took a boat back to Paris
and got married

before two witnesses who happened
to be roaming around the town hall.

Her parents
weren't allowed to travel to France.

And mine never forgave me
for marrying a performer.

Especially my father.

He was a very harsh man.

You've never told me that story.

I thought your mother had.

Okay, look...

enough about me.

We're here to find out about your
past, not to ramble on about mine.

What do you want to do?

You see the library over there?

Yes.

There used to be a shabby little café.

Tomas' and my HQ.

The place was bleak,
they served bad beer,

and I was badly paid,

but we had some happy moments there.

You served the beer and he drank it?

No.

- No?
- No.

Wasn't your shabby little café

on that side of the street?

There's a little bistro that looks
a lot like what you just described.

Tomas?

And with that question,
we'll conclude this press conference.

Thank you very much.

Sorry, we've finished.

Not immortalizing this great event?

What for?

Taking the same photo
as 50 other people?

No, thanks.

God you can be difficult!

Luckily, your good looks
make up for it.

That's one way of admitting I'm right.

How about I take you for lunch?

Sure.

Mariana, you never did call me back.

I'm sorry.

I completely forgot.

- I'll call you next week.
- I'll hold you to that!

- Who's that?
- He's from the Figaro.

Another pretty face,
but mostly a jerk.

A jerk who seems to like you.

That's what I was saying.

Let's go.

Are you going to Somalia?

I'm waiting to hear from Knapp.

I can't stand being here anymore.

Thanks, I'm very touched!

Your accreditation, please.

- Here.
- Thanks.

Señor Ullmann?

I've always wondered if your alias
is some sort of prima donna sh*t.

No, it's more complicated than that.

It's very personal.

And your first name?
Is that an alias too?

Good.

- It suits you.
- Thanks.

The same silhouette,

the same way of going
through his newspaper, backwards.

He had his back to me, and
I was wrong. That's all.

Yes.

Did you see the look on the owner's
face when we asked him if he
remembered him?

He was quite friendly initially.

I never expected him
to recognise me.

Who could forget my daughter?

But...

I'm sure he was lying to us.

He remembered everything perfectly.

But as soon as you said
your Tomas' name,

he clammed up.

Can you stop calling him my Tomas?

Well, he's not mine!

What are we doing here?

What's the point of all this?

To remind me that I picked
a good time to die.

If you think I'll leave Adam
for a ghost, you're completely
mistaken.

I'm the only ghost in your life.

You're not funny.

Okay, I'm not funny.

But if you'd seen your face

when you thought you recognised him
in that café...

I wouldn't like to be
in your fiancé's shoes.

That's all I'm saying.

Look me in the eyes
and tell me again that I'm wrong.

You're wrong.

Yeah?

That reassures me about all the times
you said I was wrong.

Come on, you must be hungry.

You lucky thing!

I used to love being hungry,
and eating was even better!

Yes, but I'm the one
who's going to eat now.

Let's go.

Ah, good morning, Sir.

Did you sleep well?

Mr Robert has gone to work.

He asked me to tell you not to worry,

and hopes you have

a nice day.

Okay.

Thanks.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Do you believe in...

ghosts?

Of course, Sir!

Ghosts are not good!

Right.

He wasn't on the union's list.

Are you sure your Tomas
is still a journalist?

He might have changed his whole life.

I had a friend who changed everything
when he came out of prison.

He even had his face redone.

But it was even uglier!

Which took some doing!

Mind you, he had his reasons
for wanting to disappear.

- Whereas...
- Okay, I've got the message.

Here.

Sorry, I have to take this.

Yes?

Have you found
what you were looking for?

Not yet.

I wanted to warn you,
I think Adam is suspicious.

What?

He slept on my couch,

and in such a state.

What have you done?

Nothing. Or what you
should have done ages ago.

He's worried.
And with good reason, I think.

Do you at least know
where this trip is leading you?

No.

Who are you with?

No one.

I fear you're lying, so I'll hang up!
Call me when you're ready to talk.

Kisses anyway.

I can understand him, though.

Living in a world that was the
opposite of the one he'd always known,

embracing that newfound freedom

without erasing everything
he'd been spoon-fed in his youth...

that can't be easy.

So after the prosecution,
you're now the counsel for the
defence?

And a poetic one, too?

Only fools never change their mind.

We can get our things from the hotel
and go to the airport.

Tonight you can be sleeping in Paris.
With Adam.

Or we carry on with our quest.
It's up to you.

But if we stay,
it's on one condition:

you have to be in a better mood.

Because right now, frankly...

We'll see.

And what about that friend
who was always with the two of you?

What ever happened to him?

Yes, Knapp, his best friend.

But I never mentioned him to you.

The fact that I remember
proves that you must have.

Don't say I don't pay
attention to you.

Yes, Knapp. Wasn't he
a journalist too?

Yes.

- "Yes."
- Yes, yes!

Didn't it occur to you to mention him
when we were at the union office?

No, it didn't cross my mind...

What an assistant!

I'd have fired you.

- Come on, let's go.
- To the union?

They'll be the ones to kick us out
before we've even said a word.

And the internet, what's that for?

I really have to explain everything!

DAY FOUR

Do you still have to work today?

You're my work.
No photos, no article.

- Shall we go for a walk?
- Okay.

I have to call Knapp first,
before he leaves the office.

Don't worry, you'll go to Somalia.

Knapp needs you there.

All he wants is to be editor-in-chief.

Everyone at the paper knows that.

Well, everyone except for you.

You're the ace up his sleeve.

Your work helps his career
more than it does your own.

Let's go for that walk.

Or we could do something else...

I thought you spoke fluent German.

Speaking it is one thing,
reading it is another.

I'm not programmed
for this sort of task.

- I'll do it.
- There.

What is it?

I've forgotten his first name.

Knapp! Just type "journalist".

There.

Wait.

There.

No?

There, look!

Jürgen Knapp.

Unless Chefredakteur
means dairy farmer,

that's probably him.

He must have built a good career,

or he'd have changed profession,
like your Tomas.

I really don't remember
ever mentioning him to you.

Must I refresh your memory?

You told me he was the one
who sent Tomas to see Massoud.

Look, he's Chefredakteur on
the international desk at Der
Berliner.

It's him. Let's play him a visit.

Come on.

Yeah?

What, here?

Tell them that I'm...

away all week.

No, tell them I won't be back
until the end of the month.

And make it sound believable!

Yeah?

Mr Ullmann for you.

- Put him on.
- Hello, Jürgen.

- Tomas!
- Is this a bad time?

No, it's fine.

I've been waiting five minutes
for you to answer the phone.

Were you talking to a minister
or something?

No, nothing important.

Look, I was going to call you.
I have some good news.

I got the green light.

You're going to Somalia.

Really?

Finally!

I'll get a flight back to Berlin
and then head straight off.

Why don't you just fly
directly there from Madrid?

I'll send the ticket

and all the documentation
by express courier.

You'll have them by tomorrow.

I thought we could meet at the office
for a briefing.

Yes, I know,

but we've already lost
so much time

waiting for the authorisation.

I'll find you a flight
for tomorrow, okay?

You sound weird.

What's wrong?

Nothing, it's just that...

I'd have really liked to see you
before you go, but...

Look, we'll talk

before your flight tomorrow, okay?

Okay, good.

See you.

Shall we go?

Where's that shop with
the colourful scarves you liked so
much?

I'll buy you one.

Where are you going?
It's not this way.

I don't want a scarf.

You did before.

I did yesterday. Today I don't.

Women are like that,
we change our minds.

And men are idiots.

What's got into you?

If you want to give me a present,
you should choose it yourself,

wrap it nicely, hide it,
and give it as a surprise.

Sorry.

That's a detail.

I don't need a consolation prize,
or to be consoled!

Come on, let's drink
to your departure,

instead of arguing.

You'd better find a good restaurant.

It doesn't bother you, taking
the same photo as 50 other people?

I'm photographing a moment.

Sorry, pal,

I don't have any nuts on me.

Hey, that's not fair!

You shouldn't challenge a man
when he's down.

And, just so you know,
I may be sitting down...

and losing the woman I love, okay,

but I'm not finished yet.

So you talk to squirrels?

I was watching.

It's really sweet.

You seem a bit down...

Well...

Let's say you're getting married.

But your wedding becomes
your bride's father's funeral.

Are you with me?

Worse, the day after the wedding,
which never took place,

the said-bride goes off
"in search of her father".

And if that still wasn't enough,

she goes to the very place

you were meant to go on honeymoon.

Are you still with me?

Anyway, you miss her, you're in love,

so you jump in your car and,
when you get there...

you see her drive off
in a car with a man.

What would you think?

That she's crazy.

But not about you.

They're closely related to rats,
you know?

It's the tail that makes them cute.