PREVIOUSLY
The police are looking for you.
First I need to see the scene of the accident.
You overdosed on pills. You barely survived.
I would like some information regarding my sessions with Dr. Mommaerts.
- Not all at once. - Here.
MEDICAL FILE
Vronsky.
Damn you.
You are a dirty rat. Vronsky the Rat.
There's only one nutter who rips pages out of books, and that's you.
Bob.
I met Benoit at an opening night. He was there with his ex.
He finished with her before we got involved.
I will tell you how it went. When Mie was depressed and couldn't cope with Romy,
and sir here had to go and fuck his ex. Yes, I did, but then I broke off all contact with Véronique.
Call me Kisses, V.
I want to leave. With you. I will meet you here at four o'clock.
Benoit, I am leaving you.
You have to remember what happened to Thomas De Geest.
He is the drunk who crashed into your car, Mie.
"We cannot tear out a single page of our life,
but we can throw the whole book in the fire."
George Sand.
TODAY DECEMBER 13TH
Mie?
- How are you holding up? - I'm fine.
Mie, Jan Peeters died this morning in hospital.
Who is that?
Vronsky.
The patient with the split personality.
You only ever knew him as Vronsky.
Where did you get that from?
He gave it to me.
Where did he get a model aircraft with methanol from?
I don't know.
Mr Peeters never got any visitors. Neither did Vronsky.
- You were close to him, right? - Inspector Wolkers visited him.
Why would he give a flammable toy to a pyromaniac?
He would have needed matches.
Did he get those from the inspector too?
I don't know.
Then we're going to have to ask the inspector himself.
- I don't retire until tomorrow. - I want you to stop right now.
- Damn it, can't I even finish my case? - You are stuck, Jacques.
And not only in your case.
We take the husband's complaint seriously.
I have also checked your file. It's a fucking mess.
I guess he has his mother's beautiful eyes.
You know the rules.
Concealing personal involvement means instant suspension.
I would rather you ended your career on a good note.
Right then. E1 to H1.
- Twenty-four hours. - No.
We are going to stick to the rules.
- Do you remember who got you there, brat? - And I'm grateful for that.
- I am just trying to protect you. - Don't you challenge me.
A2 to A1.
Stalemate.
Here is your goodbye present from the party you missed.
It could come in handy.
Twenty-four hours. Use them wisely.
Inspector. Can I have a word regarding the death of Jan Peeters?
- Yes. A tragic case. - We've had suicides before.
But never like this.
Our concern is how he got a model aircraft with methanol and matches?
What does a model aircraft have to do with it?
- It ran on methanol, which is flammable. - I know what methanol is.
You'd better worry about the fact that D'Haeze managed to get out.
Please excuse me.
I have to solve a disappearance.
I have other things on my mind than a nutter who wanted to play barbeque.
Well then. Why did you escape?
I'm sorry about your friend.
Come on, Mie. Why did you escape?
I wanted to see where your son killed my daughter.
We've been here before.
My relationship with my son is beside the point.
- You're looking for a scapegoat. - And you have a motive.
- I'm not the only one. - Correct.
But your husband's colleagues confirm that he was at work.
He is not the last person to be seen with Thomas.
- That's Bob. - Bob?
Yes.
I am Gust.
- Why do you call him Bob? - The forester.
Yes, this is the forester who found you in the woods.
Please, take a seat, Gust.
Tell us what you saw.
First, I saw the lady go in the woods. Mr De Geest followed some time later.
- Together, you saw them together. - Yes, earlier that day in the chalet.
I think that's where they often met.
And what happened there? What did they do?
Did they have sex?
And then what happened?
Did they leave together?
No.
I didn't see that man again that day.
But I did see the lady, later on in the woods.
She had lost the plot and was covered in blood. I couldn't get through to her.
I knew where she lived.
Of course you knew where I lived.
You have been spying on me for months.
Please continue, Gust.
I tried to calm her down and took her home.
That's right. Your mother confirmed it, she was at your place.
A couple of days later I saw the missing person notice.
I immediately called the police.
That's not Gust.
He's lying. That's Bob.
His name is Bob and he is setting me up.
That's right. Why aren't you on to him? Of course he came forward as a witness.
He knows everything about me. He has been lurking outside my house. He knows about my amnesia, about Romy and my husband.
He knows about Tom, where we met. Everything.
He killed Tom and he's trying to frame me for it.
- Miss... - There's blood on his coat.
- Take it easy. - No, don't touch me.
Calm down.
Gust. Talk to me.
He did something terrible to Tom. Let me go.
He has a cabin in the woods. Let go of me.
You have to go and check it out. He did it. He killed Tom.
- Calm down. - Let go of me. No, don't touch me.
TODAY DECEMBER 14TH
Hi, Mie.
Hey.
- I need writing materials. - I'm sorry?
Writing materials.
Hurry.
There you go.
Did they lock you in here because you ran away?
Wolkers was right.
Bob is not the forester.
The Bob I dream about is not a person.
Mrs D'Haeze needs to go back to her room.
We already combed through this forest.
Guv, we have already done this.
If you are tired of your job, you could always issue parking fines instead.
- Can I stay a bit longer? I am her doctor. - I want her to stay.
Mie, what is this?
Somebody else was there.
Where? - When I had my accident. There was someone else, he had this key ring.
- Was he a paramedic or a firefighter? - No, before that.
- Are you sure? - Yes, it came to me in a dream.
A dream.
No, it was more than a dream.
I can remember it.
Yes, but the way we remember things is rarely the way they happened.
Especially for people with amnesia.
The doctors warned you about confabulations.
People who suffer from memory loss use their imagination to fill in the blanks.
- You imagined Romy was still around. - I'm not imagining this.
They're trying to set me up and keep me here.
Your paranoia is destroying everyone around you. Your mother, Benoit, you.
You have to help me. I have to get out of here.
I want to help you, but you focus too much on the accident.
- You need to focus on Thomas De Geest. - But the two are connected.
Meulemans?
Fuck.
Come on, Mie. You slept with Thomas, the man who killed your child.
What did you do after you found out?
I don't know.
Try to recapture those emotions. They will help you remember.
Mie, you had sex with the man who killed your daughter.
Stop it, please.
You must remember.
The time is now. The only way is forward.
Thomas De Geest is the drunk...
THE DAY OF THE DISAPPEARANCE
who crashed into your car.
Go and fuck the man who killed our daughter.
Just a half, no more. Sleep well
You're here.
I don't need that photograph. I know who you are.
I couldn't stop thinking about you.
Me neither.
You didn't bring a lot.
I don't need a lot.
To us.
I am going to make you happy, Mie.
Are you going to make me happy?
- Mie... - Don't you dare mention my name.
What else are you going to tell me?
That you didn't do it on purpose?
That you didn't kill my baby on purpose?
Why did you come to see me?
Why?
Why did you start following me?
You even fucked me.
You took everything from me.
It wasn't my fault.
All of a sudden you showed up at the recycling centre.
You didn't recognise me.
I just wanted to know if you were alright.
You should have left me alone.
I wanted...
It felt like an opportunity...
to make things right.
For the first time since the accident,
I felt a certain kind...
of calm.
Every time you looked at me...
I tried to fight it, but...
- You felt it too. - No, don't say that.
It was real.
I am sorry, Mie.
I am sorry I killed your baby.
- I love you, Mie. - Don't say that.
Mie.
Mie!
TODAY DECEMBER 14TH
How long have I been here?
Ten days or so.
- Then he's been in there for over a week. - Mie, easy.
- Easy. Sit down. What happened? - Oh, my God.
I forgot about him.
I locked him in the cellar of the cabin. He's still there.
Okay.
You are going to have to call Inspector Wolkers.
I can't. Professional confidentiality.
The sooner you tell him, the bigger the chance that Thomas will be found alive.
- And? - They're animal remains, not human ones.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Wolkers.
Mrs D'Haeze? Chalet. Now.
Do you remember that one dream?
You forgot about your bunny rabbit in the basement.
Dreams are strange things.
Only in dreams can we communicate with our subconscious.
What have I done?
The letters.
- Letters? - I have probably written them myself.
I am sorry
You tried to tell yourself what you had done.
"Beware of the wolf in sheep's clothing."
"Their lies are so powerful that eyes become blind."
You were right.
There is nobody else.
It's all in my head.
Move that couch.
Bloody hell.
I can't bear the smell.
Mie, can I have my mobile phone back?
Thanks.
We can carry on with our sessions, if you like.
I'm sorry. The police asked us to put Mie in isolation.
I'm going to take this. Mie, I need to confiscate this.
Don't worry. You can stay in your room, you're just not allowed any visitors.
- Until we know more. - I understand.
Everything will be alright.
You have one new message.
Mrs D'Haeze, I am calling from Sint Antonius hospital.
You were indeed seen by psychiatrist Mommaerts. You were his last patient. He has since retired.
- I hope this helps. - Message deleted. No new messages.
PSYCHIATRIC REPORT CONTINUED ANNEMIE D'HAEZE
COW Fucking bitch
serves you right
Patient blocks her memories of the accident
driver of the second car under the influence, Thomas de Geest
Hey Benoit, it's Véronique. Call me back, okay?
Bye.
Hey, Véronique. How are you?
Still angry?
ONE YEAR AGO LAST JANUARY
Why didn't you invite me to your wedding?
I thought that might be a bit too awkward.
- How have you been? - I have a little girl now.
- Are you happy? - Yes, but Romy is not an easy child.
Mie can't cope. She is depressed.
I miss you.
LAST FEBRUARY
My mother-in-law has seen us.
I have to make a decision. I have to choose.
Choose us, Benoit.
Hey. Véronique?
I'm sorry. I'm not coming.
- What do you mean? - I'm just not.
Benoit, we were going to talk about how to handle things.
Véronique...
Mie tried to kill herself with sleeping pills yesterday.
We can't see each other anymore. My family comes first. I'm sorry.
LAST MARCH
This is the second time he dumped me for that bitch. Mie stole my life.
I should have been on stage, and not in a courtroom like my father.
I should be the one waking up next to Benoit every morning.
Why didn't she take enough pills?
Benoit is mine.
Mine.
- He is the only person I ever loved. - Apart from your brother Daniel.
He has nothing to do with it. He is dead, Benoit is alive.
Don't rely on others to make you happy.
We are all architects of our own happiness.
We have to take control.
REHEARSALS
Is anybody sitting here?
- Have you got anyone waiting at home? - My cat.
You have beautiful eyes.
- Did you come here by car? - The car...
Shouldn't we be having sex?
Very professional.
Do you come here often?
- I'm glad Granny Lola is ill. - That's not a nice thing to say.
Because now I get to go with you instead. I really like your rehearsals.
- But we do have an agreement. - Yes.
I mean it, or Mummy will never take you to work again.
Yes.
Mum, shall we play a game?
This is what I'm taking on my trip: A face cloth.
GUEST HOUSE TER SCHIMME
Romy, sit down and buckle up.
- My rug. - Sit down.
- Mr Bear. - I told you to sit down.
- Clean knickers. - Romy, for the last time, sit down.
Come on.
Fuck.
- Hello? - Hey, Benoit. It's Véronique.
It's been so long, I wanted to hear your voice.
- I miss you. - Véronique, now is not the right time.
What's wrong?
Mie had an accident yesterday. And Romy...
My daughter is dead.
How awful, Benoit.
Is Mie alright?
Mie is fine, yes. She's stable, she is going to pull through.
Is there anything I can do?
No, Véronique. You really have to leave me alone. Please. Mie needs me.
LAST MARCH
LAST SEPTEMBER
As soon as the insurance pays up, we're moving back to town, little Mole.
Romy, get in the car. Mum is fiddling with the gate.
- Close door. - Hello? Who's there?
Close door.
- Close door. - Hello, Mie speaking.
LAST OCTOBER
Benoit?
- Who is it? - Just my imagination.
Hello, Benoit.
LAST DECEMBER
He has been missing for 48 hours.
That madwoman with amnesia who lives in the woods, with that kid.
They locked her up in the asylum. That should tell you enough.
MUSICAL STAR'S CAREER CRASHES MOVED!
ANNEMIE D'HAEZE 28-8-1980
Patient blocks memories of accident
TUESDAY, DECEMBER 5TH
Dr. Mommaerts. I looked after Mrs D'Haeze after her accident late March.
Visitors are only allowed under certain conditions because of the investigation.
Sign here, please.
You're not the first patient to have a nap.
MONDAY, DECEMBER 11TH
TODAY DECEMBER 14TH
- Hey, Benoit. - You rang?
Why have you been ignoring me?
I'm sorry it's been so long, but I...
- Are you alright, Benoit? - No, I am not alright.
- What's wrong? - Nothing is alright. Okay? Nothing.
I'm sorry for all those texts I sent. I shouldn't have.
Véronique, please. It's not about the texts.
The arsehole who crashed into Mie's car, has disappeared.
- The drunk who was in jail? - He was released last summer.
Mie got in touch with him, or vice versa. I don't know.
But Mie did something to him and now he's probably dead.
Shit.
I don't want to bother you, but I need you. You are the only one I trust and Mie needs a lawyer.
Okay, calm down. I'm coming over right now.
- Where are you? - I'm at home.
- I'm on my way. - Are you sure that's a good idea?
Stop doing this to yourself, Benoit. You deserve so much better.
- Don't say that, Véronique. - You have no future with that woman.
It's not that simple.
Mie needs me.
Mie will just forget everything and leave you in the lurch again.
I can recommend some excellent lawyers, but Mie will end up going to prison.
Benoit?
- Yes, I am still here. - You are also entitled to a life.
I can't just swipe the slate clean and start over again.
Yes, Benoit. You can. Tabula rasa.
Your child is gone, you have nothing left. I'm sorry, but it's true.
We'll talk more when I get there.
Jacques. - Guv, not now, please. We only found a hand. I'm sorry about your son...
Let's not get ahead of ourselves.
We mustn't... Please listen to me. All you need to do, is think of yourself.
You have officially retired. Someone else will take over the case.
- Here. You can keep your rubbish. - Jacques...
Idiot.
You must have a tiny willy.
- Hello. - I have seen you.
Who is this?
I have seen you in the institution.
What are you talking about?
It took me a while to put two and two together,
but now I know.
I have seen you.
I don't know what you're talking about. You have the wrong number.
You know very well who I am, Véronique. We met in the bar. Remember?
Or do you prefer to be called Dr. Mommaerts?
Don't worry. This is the first and the last time you'll hear from me.
Be careful.
Hang on. Did you go and see Mie?
No.
Seeing you there...
stopped me.
- The letters... You wrote them. - Someone had to help Mie.
Shit.
Dear dad.
We never spoke much and I promise to keep it that way.
Mie D'Haeze is innocent.
I have carried out my own investigation over the last few days.
I have enclosed the results.
I believe in justice, not in the judiciary.
I have to make it up to Mie, the woman whose life I ruined.
This is my chance to save her,
and take revenge on the monster who destroyed my life.
It's the only way to save myself too.
I hope you will understand that this is the only solution.
Forgive me if I have let you down as a son.
It may surprise you, but there was a time when I looked up to you as a little boy.
I have one good memory of you.
A present that I always held dear.
I hope you will do the same with me.
Hold me dear.
As a good memory.
You've got mail.
- Any news from the police? - Not yet.
A day without a smile is a lost day Love, Mum
Mie, this is going to be my last letter.
Don't feel guilty, I managed to get out.
You're entitled to the truth, but the truth doesn't always help us.
You deserve a new chance with Benoit.
Hopefully you can pick up the pieces and move on.
I once said I would love to be able to forget.
I will leave it to you to decide.
We just heard that you can go home. Isn't that wonderful?
The police have solved the case and the doctors think you are improving.
There's someone waiting for you.
Shall we lay flowers on her grave?
Please.