Unmoored (2023)

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- Maria, have you met the accuser yet?

- Isn't this bad for the investigation?

- Do you still stand by him?

- What about the university suspension?

- Can I interview you three together?

- Why don't you think he's guilty?

- Maria, one minute.

- Maria, how are you feeling?

How does Magnus feel?

- Good morning.

- Morning, Christa.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

- How are you?

- Good.

You need a break.

I'm fine. I'll be on sabbatical soon.

He didn't do it.

Of course not.

Five... Four... Three... Two...

Welcome on this beautiful

October evening.

I'm Maria Holinek and this is "Our Time".

Although Sweden is respected

for its exemplary welfare system,

there's concern over the increase

in women amongst the homeless.

They are often called "The New Invisibles"

and many come from problem households.

Tonight, we'll meet a few of them.

How did you end up on the streets?

I was mugged.

You were mugged?

Yes.

I was hit on the head.

It started bleeding.

And I no longer knew who I was.

It was lucky they found you so quickly.

Yes, I was lucky.

What do you remember, Ragnar?

Did you have a fight?

What are you trying to say?

She just left.

And nothing happened between you?

Of course not.

What the f*ck is this?

Did you ever feel unsafe, Cecilia?

What the hell are you doing?

For f*ck's sake, I told you

we shouldn't have come!

- We're going!

- Cut!

Ragnar, please, Ragnar. Sit down.

If you don't come with me right now...

You'll regret this.

Let's take a break.

We'll continue in 15 minutes.

You don't have to follow him.

I can't.

Can we check Maria's make-up?

- I couldn't stop myself.

- I know, I know.

I just couldn't stop.

Maria? Is that you?

Bergman's here.

We have a surprise for you.

Okay.

Come here, old thing.

What the...

You got a dog?!

Yup. He's loyal, kind. And the shelter

said he's well-trained too.

What am I supposed to do with a dog?

Oh come on, every woman

needs companionship.

Even you.

Anyway, Bergman said...

What did I say?

- Hi.

- Hi.

That I should be more

considerate of Maria.

I don't even like dogs.

See what I have to deal with?

It's a bloody great dog.

What we wanted to tell you

is that Magnus has agreed

to write a new book.

Something different.

Non-academic.

But shouldn't we wait until he's cleared?

Why's it taking so long?

I thought you said it'd only take a month.

- He's innocent.

- I know, but...

there's a lot of pressure

not to be seen rushing a decision.

It'll be fine. Trust me.

She doesn't have a f*cking chance in hell.

We need to re-focus

the public's attention.

A literary memoir about Samos

would give them a new narrative.

He's been wanting to turn

that journal into a book for ages.

We don't have time for anything else.

But we don't have to worry

about that right now.

No.

Maria, did you have a chance

to look at my hermeneutics article?

What the hell's this?

Did you remove the Dostoevsky reference?

It was redundant.

When did you become the expert?

I never said I was.

Bergman thinks we should go abroad.

- I thought we'd already decided to.

- Well, I don't know...

I could work on the book

and you can plan your new show.

Could be a good idea.

Where shall we go, hm?

What about England...

England?

You serious?

How about somewhere more exotic?

Somewhere warmer...

I know. How about Marrakech.

- No, not Marrakech...

- Yes, somewhere sunny, exotic, warm.

It'll be good for you.

It would be great for us both.

We deserve it.

We can stop off in Poland on the way

and visit Slobi and his new wife.

What do you think?

Is Poland even on the way to Morocco?

So, I hear you've won a number

of prestigious awards

since you last visited

the mother country, yeah?

I invited you, so I presume

there was a nice... party.

Mirek, you know me.

I can't stand big ceremonies.

- Barbara, maybe, but not me really.

- Hey! What does mean "Barbara, maybe"?

Nothing, my love, just that

you enjoy a good party.

Christ, Mirek.

I haven't heard that name since I was,

like, a little boy or something.

Yeah, I know. You are 100%

Swedish now, yeah? Magnus?

Yeah, officially I am, yeah. I doubt they

even have me registered here anymore.

- Here you are.

- Oh, my God.

Well... you are still a poet to me.

- Cheers to that.

- Cheers.

Cheers.

So, Maria, I want to hear all about

the magnificent world

of television journalism.

I wouldn't call it "journalism" exactly.

It's more like...

serious entertainment.

Oh, come on. Don't talk yourself down.

I've watched you.

Really?

In Swedish?

- You like dumplings?

What a feast!

- May I help you?

- Yes, please.

- Do you want some?

- Yes, thank you.

So, tell me something

more about your job.

It looks nice.

Actually, I have some new plans

for a new TV show next year.

Really?

- I love that!

- This dog, he's crazy.

And invite people from

all over the world...

Slobi, Slobi... you want?

- Oh, no, no, thanks.

- No?

I've still got some reading

to do tonight.

- Sure?

- Yeah, sure.

Cheers!

So, how did you guys meet?

Are you also in construction like Slobi?

Oh, no, no, no...

I don't need to work.

Slobi, he make enough money.

He has a big emporium

with big house and big life.

And me, I make house look nice.

Also myself to look nice.

I suppose everyone works

for different reasons.

Yeah.

I just enjoy the sense of freedom.

Don't you feel a little... trapped?

What does you mean, "trapped"?

You mean, not in big city?

Because I not have fancy job?

No, that's not what I meant.

And you think your name card

is giving you freedom?

Well, I am independent of Magnus.

Even financially.

But, before, you tell me

you want to go to England.

Well, that's a little different.

No, you...

complain.

It is Magnus who wants to go

to Africa, no?

But Marrakech is a great place.

I'm sorry.

It's strange to me.

You do his work and are free woman.

But still you cannot choose

where you are going.

Me? I tell Slobi what to do.

You don't even have time

to look nice.

Excuse me.

Yeah, see you. I promise. Okay.

Ciao, Barbara.

- Damn, my head hurts.

- Should I drive?

Nah, you've no sense of direction.

Besides, who'll read the map?

And while I'm writing the Samos book,

you'll have time to edit the article

for the Cambridge Press.

Did you hear what I said?

When did you and Bergman

actually decide about Morocco?

When you were in Gothenburg.

So... before you asked me.

What of it?

I never had a choice, did I?

What's the big deal?

Don't tell me you were seriously thinking

of going to England? Alone?

- Yes. I could have.

- Oh, come on.

When have you ever gone

off on your own?

- Had you met Barbara before?

- No.

But not bad for an old goat

like Slobi, eh?

If you like that sort of thing...

I thought those breasts would fall out

when she served her "pierogi".

Imagine having her on top of you

when she shakes

those little t*tties.

Why do you do that?

Why do you do it?

- For f*ck's sake, you started it.

- Why do you do it?

You were the one who started

talking about "pierogis".

You never f*cking appreciate anything.

For f*ck's sake, Maria.

For f*ck's sake.

Not in the car, thanks.

Damn it.

You're just cold as f*cking ice.

Damn.

Bloody hell.

Let the dog out.

Can you wait for me?

It's a bunker!

Maria!

Maria!

Come on, come on.

I need to report something.

Sorry, I heard something.

On the beach.

Sorry, I don't speak

and understand Polish.

The beach?

No dogs.

Okay, of course, sorry.

Come on, Castor.

Missed call: Bergman x2

Bergman: Book contract sorted!

Call me!

Come here.

Yes, hello, my name

is Maria... Anderson,

and I saw in your ad that you allow pets.

Go away!

Maria, you don't really believe

that rubbish, do you?

- You know what these girls are like.

- No, I don't know what they're like.

Deep down you know.

She's just in it for the money,

for god's sake.

She doesn't care about destroying my life,

my entire career...

...or yours. Or ours.

Or everything.

This is not happening,

...it's not happening.

Listen.

I need you right now.

You haven't heard my side

of the story yet.

Come here.

It's just a bloody witch hunt.

Look...

Listen.

I haven't r*ped anybody, for god's sake.

You've got to believe me.

That's a lovely dog.

- Thanks. Do you serve food?

- Well, there's steak pie left.

- Yeah.

- I'll bring it over.

Another, Bob?

Subject: Samos Project

Maria, Where's Magnus? I can't reach him.

The British publishers

have signed the Samos deal!

They want an outline next week latest

and a draft by December.

Get him to call me, okay?

Hi Bergman,

We've arrived in Morocco!

Magnus has been working constantly.

He said he doesn't want to be disturbed.

But don't worry, I'll make sure

you get what you need.

SAMOS by Magnus Holinek Draft

Come on, Castor, come on.

Hey. Jeremy.

You bothering our new neighbour?

Hi.

You staying at Down Lodge?

Yeah. This village obviously is...

much smaller than I thought.

Yeah. It's Mark. I live nearby,

just over there beyond the valley.

By the way, that wood's not going

to burn.

I've got plenty of firewood.

I can drop you some 'round, if you like.

Okay, yeah. Sure. Thanks.

All right, come on, you.

I'll race you home.

It was lovely to meet you.

It's Maria, right?

Jeremy!

So... what's the dog's name?

It's Castor.

Castor. That's...

My husband named her.

- Oh, so you're married.

- Yes.

I mean, no, I was.

But... we're separated.

Right.

That's... Tintin's butler.

Castor.

- Oh, no, it's Nestor.

- Oh, sh*t, yeah.

Jeremy!

Hey! Be careful.

- I'm sorry about that.

- It's fine.

His mother, she understood him.

So, what's the plan

with all these huts?

- Owls.

- Owl huts?

Yeah, these... have a protection program

for barn owls. On Exmoor.

Jeremy makes as many as he can.

Keeps him busy.

How many have you done?

- Too f*cking many.

- Too f*cking many...

Thanks.

Yeah.

See you around.

Are you sure you didn't encourage him?

Even unconsciously?

You know...

I don't think it was a good idea.

Please. Please.

Don't go, I know this is difficult.

It's difficult for both of us,

but I need to hear it...

I need to hear it from you.

Please.

I was at the hotel after work,

with my friends.

And a group of guys offered us

some drinks.

Your husband was one of them.

When he passed me my drink,

he had his hand over it.

And I just had one sip.

And I don't remember anything.

I woke up in his room,

with his sperm in my belly.

Anyone could just say that.

Why would I lie?

I know this man.

We've been married for 27 years.

You know what he said?

He said it's not a r*pe

if I don't remember.

I regret it now anyway.

Speaking out.

And the truth, it has nothing

to do with it.

Even if you speak out,

you still can be buried alive.

And you should know that

when they try to pay me off...

I'm sorry,

but I'm going to take it.

No!

Hey.

Your wife... how did she...

It was a car accident.

- Oh, sorry.

- Yeah, it's... no. It's fine.

It was four years ago.

But it... still doesn't feel real.

I was engaged once.

In my 20s.

- He died. In a motorcycle accident.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

It's not the same, of course.

"Not the same."

There's no criteria for grief.

You don't qualify.

- Loss is loss.

- Yeah.

- So, how did you end up here?

- I drove.

- No...

- What?

No, right...

It's fine if you want to stick

to the happy walks in the moors.

But I would rather get

to know you better.

That's if you want.

I wanted to be an academic once.

But I wasn't half as smart as he was,

nor as self-centred.

- Your ex-husband.

- Yeah.

How did you meet?

He was already a professor when

I was attending Stockholm University.

Well-known and kind of a genius.

And I believed everything he said.

Because...

I guess I was flattered

that he saw me as an equal.

So I thought.

Yeah.

- Such a waste, in a way.

- A waste?

Yeah.

Probably the only person

I've ever liked.

Mark?

You've got to believe me.

- Magnus!

- Look at that!

Magnus!

Stop!

- Wait...

- How amazing!

Can you wait?

Why did you say she didn't have

a chance in hell?

Are we talking about Barbara

and her boobs again?

- I thought I couldn't talk about her.

- I'm not asking about Barbara.

- That girl from the hotel, in Gothenburg.

- What girl?

You know exactly what girl I mean.

Why can't you just let anything go, huh?

You can't, can you?

If there's even the smallest joy,

you have to bloody squash it.

You're bloody unbelievable.

I never said I was an angel, Maria.

She just sat there...

sending those 'come-hither' vibes.

As they do when they're horny.

- I'm not asking about your infidelities.

- What exactly are you asking then?

If I f*cked her?

Yes!

I already told you, for f*ck's sake.

Do you think that just because

she's a woman...

she can't lie?

You haven't answered my question.

I don't have to.

The preliminary investigation proved

that I was right.

She simply couldn't resist.

Facts aren't everything, Maria.

It's just a matter of

how you interpret them.

From: Anonymous

Subject: Do you think you're safe?

I've found you.

Castor!

Castor!

Castor!

Castor!

Castor!

Castor!

Castor!

Castor!

Castor!

Castor!

- Look. That's his car. That's his car!

- Maria!

- That's his f*cking car!

- Whose car?

What are you doing?

- f*ck.

- Where's Jeremy?

Jeremy! Jeremy!

Jeremy!

Castor! Hey, Castor.

My beautiful, beautiful dog.

Jeremy, stay there.

- Where did you go?

- What do you mean? You left.

Left? I was looking for Jeremy.

The police think Jeremy

might have started that fire.

Luckily, they think it's an accident.

Did you see anything?

No. Jeremy wasn't there when I left.

Right.

Well, did you find the owner of the car?

Some retirees.

Can you at least tell me

where you're going?

I know there's something wrong.

I didn't tell them you were at the car.

I'm sorry.

I can explain. And I will.

I just need a little time, okay?

I just need to work something out.

Hello Bergman.

Maria? Where the hell are you?

Hi, we're...

They found him.

- What?

- They found him.

Found who?

That guy, the stalker.

Which stalker? Bergman,

I don't know what you're talking about.

Ragnar, the wife-beater from your show,

the one sending threatening emails.

Didn't the studio contact you?

No.

Well, they've got him now.

I thought you should know.

Okay.

Is Magnus there?

- No, he's...

- For god's sake, get him to call me.

- The UK publishers are on my case.

- Absolutely.

I'm so sorry.

Have you heard anything?

No. Nothing.

I just wanted to check you're okay.

Thanks.

As Magnus himself used to say,

"A crack is a fine line,

you never know

when you've crossed it."

You mustn't blame yourself.

You couldn't have known.

No, you're right.

Actually Bergman,

I'm not the best company

right now, so...

Sure. Of course.

I just wanted to see if there was

anything I could do.

I'm fine, thanks.

Maria.

This might be a bit insensitive of me,

but did he leave his notes?

The latest draft?

Do you mean the Samos project?

Yes, I have everything.

I understand if you're not capable

of thinking about this now, but...

we have obligations and...

Would you consider taking it over?

Just listen, okay?

We'll start with what

he's already done.

After all, you've not only read

the draft... but you've edited it as well.

As usual.

- And a memoir isn't exactly academic.

- But it would feel wrong.

Like stealing his work.

It would be for him.

In his honour.

He would have wanted it himself.

It could even be in your name.

"To Magnus."

Think about it.

- You were fantastic.

- Thanks.

- It felt really good, actually.

- That's great.

I messed up a bit on the Grynberg quote.

- Did you notice?

- No.

But otherwise... yeah, I'm really pleased.

That's great.

Do you need any help with your make-up?

- No, there's no need.

- Okay.

- I have to rush, actually, so I'm off.

- Okay, honey.

- See you tomorrow.

- See you.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- And congratulations.

- Thanks.

Hi. Hi, it's... It's Mark, yeah...

We're almost there.

- Great.

- Is it okay if we come straight over?

Jeremy's looking forward

to seeing Castor.

- Yeah, yeah, of course.

- Right, great, I'll see you soon.

Okay, bye.

Maria Holinek?

Chief Inspector Simonsson,

from the police.

This is my colleague, Sergeant Nordin.

We need to ask you a few questions.

So, as I understand it,

you left Sweden in mid-November

last year

to travel to Morocco

with your husband.

- Is that correct?

- Yes, we were on sabbatical.

And according to you,

your husband, Magnus Holinek,

disappeared on the return journey

between Rostock and Trelleborg

on the morning of

8th January this year.

- Is that correct?

- Yes.

And according to you,

your husband jumped overboard

more or less halfway en route

from Germany to Sweden.

- Is that right?

- No.

- No?

- I didn't say he "jumped overboard".

Only that he'd disappeared,

he could have fallen in.

Yes, of course.

What I'm actually concerned with...

is the precise location

of where he disappeared.

The "precise location"?

- We were in the middle of the Baltic Sea.

- Yes...

Didn't you say you'd meet up 30 minutes

after the ferry departed from Germany?

Yes... exactly.

He needed the bathroom,

and to have a smoke.

Your husband...

was Swedish?

He was born in Poland, that's true...

but he only has Swedish citizenship.

I really don't understand

the relevance of this.

The thing is, Maria...

there are some discrepancies

that bother me.

A body was found very far from

where you said he disappeared.

Yes, but the currents in the Baltic Sea

are very strong in winter.

Absolutely.

The currents can be very strong.

But even with the strongest currents,

I don't think we could have anticipated

finding his body in a bunker...

on a beach in Poland.

In Poland?

Two weeks before you boarded

the ferry.

So there's nothing to connect...

No, not initially.

But thanks to your missing person's

report, the Polish police contacted us.

They have found something.

It arrived this morning.

The rats didn't want it.

Maria...

Is that your Volvo parked outside?

Yes.