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(moans coming from the phone)
(footsteps)
(ominous music)
(water splashing)
(heavy breathing)
(wind blowing outside)
(wind blowing)
(ominous music)
It's okay for you to cry,
you know, if you want to cry.
No one's gonna blame you
for not holding it together.
In fact, I think it'd
be really therapeutic to,
ah, no, what's the word?
It's not therapeutic,
it's no one's blaming you.
But it's normal to
feel that as the partner,
it's normal to think that
maybe you could have done
something about it.
If you'd done things different,
then maybe things would
have gone differently.
(sighs)
Partners always to blame, but,
but no one's blaming you.
You're not to blame.
There was,
there was a lot of shit
going on, wasn't there?
(ominous music)
I was just gonna say it's
okay to feel what you feel.
It's okay, whatever you feel.
Cathartic.
So?
So...
This is...
This is so bad.
Yes.
It's so...
inappropriate.
I mean...
What if somebody catches us?
Catches you?
How'd you know her?
Maybe we should do this some other time.
Are you serious?
Well...
you know where to find me.
(knocking)
(door closing)
(water running)
Who are you texting?
You.
Oh, you looked so sad at the funeral.
Are you sure you're okay?
Your bed and cock must be so lonely.
Can I warm them for you?
Very funny.
Who did you text?
You're looking good.
Seriously though, who did you text?
Who did you text?
Okay, whatever, not
like anybody's gonna enjoy
coming around here very much anyway.
So, as the first woman in
your new life as a widower,
let me tell you that there's a
lot of her stuff lying around.
It is her stuff, right? I mean, I am the first.
You're the only one.
Yeah, see, I think you
should clean this place up.
There's still a lot of shit lying around.
I don't think this was a good idea.
I'm sorry.
I knew you shouldn't have
asked me home straight away.
I think we should do this another time.
I just wanna make sure
that there will be another time.
Lie down.
(floorboards creak)
Are you still there?
(door creaks)
[ominous sounds]
Hello?
It feels so good to fuck someone again.
Doesn't it?
Depressed cancer wife never opened her
legs for you, never sucked you off.
Never let you feel her tits, the cancer
between your fingers.
Ow.
You're terrible.
Am I?
Nothing you hadn't thought of before.
Did you ever feel it?
Feel what?
The tumor.
Did you ever feel it?
What does it feel like?
It's lumpy.
But with roots underneath.
Like this noise pattern.
It's disruptive.
Did you ever fuck someone else?
While you were married, I mean.
No, but I thought about it.
About opening things up.
I was kind of hoping that she would
suggest it and then...
And then you could
reluctantly go along with it.
But your wife was too busy dying,
she never thought about your dick.
Poor you.
Doesn't answer my question, though.
I didn't fuck anyone else while my wife
was alone at home dying of cancer.
Boring.
There was this one girl, though.
Like, early twenties.
I couldn't stop thinking about her.
She had these full
lips and big empty eyes.
And I really wanted to fuck her.
Every time I touch
myself, I think about her.
What was her name?
Oh.
I have no idea.
I only saw it at this cafe a few times.
Your wife?
What was her name?
Look, I'd rather not, I…
I've got to go anyway.
I have to go see someone.
Fuck girl with the empty eyes?
Real estate.
Fuck.
I just wanted to reiterate that
legally, you don't have to disclose any
details about the suicide.
That's good to know.
You'd be surprised about values
plummeting after these things.
But I'm like, come on, man.
These buildings are so old.
It's not like nobody ever died in them.
Like, there wouldn't be a shit-ton of
ghosts around if ghosts were real.
Right?
Gotta love the radio.
Everyone's just
streaming, cherry-picking.
Gotta love the randomness of it all.
How it just hits you.
Whatever's coming on is coming on.
I can turn it on if you like.
Is it retro or vintage?
It belonged to my wife.
It's vintage.
Just like everything
else in this apartment, eh?
Just out of personal
curiosity, and again,
this is nothing you have to
disclose with potential buyers.
But, uh, where did it happen?
Excuse me?
In the bathtub, right?
Can I see?
This is some really
good cleaning work here.
Can't see shit.
It’s like it never happened.
And head here, yeah?
♪ Moans ♪
And that's the last thing you see.
It's really good work.
I can't spot a thing.
[file scratches along the glass]
Well, that concludes my little tour.
Unless there's something
else you want me to see.
Like what?
Is there something else?
Anything?
No.
I'll let you know if
there's any potential buyers,
but in my experience,
these things can take a while,
so no need to rush.
Do you have a new place already?
I haven't started looking yet.
Well, if you do,
you know who to call.
[scrubbing floor]
[footsteps]
Hi.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know you were here.
No problem.
I was just cleaning.
Is this a bad time?
No.
I didn't think you'd be coming in.
I thought maybe...
Still here?
Yup.
Isn't your wife?
No.
She's not here.
I can still clean
everything up if you like,
and you can just go
grab a coffee or something,
and I'll be done in an hour or so.
You can also just go.
I mean, I'll pay you.
You have come all this way after all.
How much do you normally get?
Depends.
How much do you normally get here?
Depends.
Well, you make up your
mind, and I'll go get my money.
(rummaging)
No.
If you pay me, then I
really have to clean.
I can't just take your money for nothing.
I can wait in the other
room and you do your thing.
Is that going to be a problem?
No, it's just...
My wife was always
here when you cleaned.
I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?
No, it's just your wife said that.
What did she say?
That you'd never be
around in that she'd...
What did she say?
Nothing, really.
Here's 50 euros.
You can take it and leave,
but you will tell me
what my wife said about me.
May I speak with her about this?
No.
50 euros.
What did she say?
Your wife thought that
while I was in all fours already,
rigorously scrubbing the floors,
you might just want to pull
my panties down and fuck me.
Is that what you think she said?
What did she say?
Hello?
Hi, this is Alyssa, the cleaner.
I'm just calling to apologise,
because I feel like I was being silly
for throwing you out of
your own flat, so to speak.
So, just come back, hang out,
and I'll just clean around you.
No hard feelings.
Oh, there you are.
I don't know what I'm doing here.
What a weird
fucking turn of events, eh?
I mean, you wouldn't be here
if your wife was still alive?
Or would you?
Your place is so quiet.
Are you kidding me?
I can hear the tram all night pulsing,
like a wave of screeching steel.
That's not the worst.
(patting on the bed)
I'm sure your dead wife
would want you to fuck again.
We can fuck in her memory if you'd like.
(phone vibrating)
Strange, eh?
At least one of us should be confident,
but we're just sitting here,
not knowing what to do.
(phone vibrating)
Your dead wife calling,
telling you we shouldn't fuck after all.
(phone vibrating)
Hello?
Am I speaking with Jon Holbrooke?
Yes, you are.
Can you hear me?
This is Wolff, Bock & Gams calling.
We tried to reach you
earlier today to no avail.
We need to talk about
your late wife's estate.
Well, there's nothing to
talk about as far as I'm aware.
Mr. Holbrooke, she has left you
with a considerable amount of money.
You surely must have known.
No.
No, there must be some mistake.
Can you come in tomorrow morning?
Sorry, how much money?
Can you come in tomorrow morning?
Yes.
Yes, of course.
Fantastic.
I'm still here for you
if you need anything.
- See you tomorrow. - So, are you secretly rich now?
I need to go.
You afraid
they're gonna sniff me out?
(tube passing by overhead)
Are you home yet?
See, I have a question for you.
Because I was thinking
about what you would do
and what I would do, and I was wondering,
because you were here so late.
Did you?
Did you, while she was
conveniently on all fours
scrubbing the floor, fuck her?
Your student help?
Because I'm gonna be honest with you.
No one to see, no one to know.
I'd be tempted myself.
Or why else would you
be here so very late?
It's not like that.
You have to believe
me, it's not like that.
It wasn't like that.
Ever since...
...things have been a bit of a blur.
Oh good, you're early.
I 'm...
Am I...?
Clocks, eh? Take a seat.
I want to apologise
on behalf of our firm.
I understand that with everything that
you're going through,
there's... it must be quite a lot.
It is quite a lot.
Not just emotionally, but financially.
But your wife, the
deceased, has made sure
that after her tragic passing,
that you, as the only
beneficiary, will be looked after.
How does that sound?
Ah, patronizing.
It sounds patronizing.
No disrespect.
But with the loan on
that flat, and the interest,
I think you can sleep much sounder,
knowing that everything's taken care of.
There's just... there's a, a small thing.
Your account details.
We'll be needing those.
Yes, of course.
And the signature?
Please.
Wait a minute.
There's something,
there's something about you.
It's your scent.
It's good.
I like it.
(knocking on the door)
(ominous music)
Come in.
We have to stop.
Have we started anything?
I'm not feeling it.
Oh honey, I can make you feel it.
I'm serious.
We have to stop.
So, riddle me this.
Do you feel bad because of our thing?
Or do you feel bad because you're
actually doing the healthy thing
and moving on?
And not just now, but
like a long time ago,
and now you're afraid the neighbours might
talk if they catch us?
I don't care what people say.
Well, how can we never go out then?
So, staying in or eating out?
I didn't kill her.
Kill let die?
I didn't let her die either.
She took her own life.
She did that, not me.
Afraid the neighbors might talk?
Afraid the neighbors might talk.
Well, I'm glad you made it in. Today.
I have to.
Well, you don't have to, but it seems to
reflect poorly on you if you don't.
What would you like to talk about?
Well, I can go first then, yes?
You've done really well.
Nobody's told you that,
but you've done really well.
Doing all of this on your own.
No one said that to me.
They were all just waiting for me to fuck up.
At the funeral her parents, her friends.
Waiting for me to forget to
send the invites out on time.
Choose the wrong flowers.
Play a really weird song.
Waiting to pounce on me.
They didn't offer any help?
No.
But my in-laws live very far away, and...
it'd be inappropriate for friends.
And it was her friends, not mine, so...
And how did that feel?
Feel?
How did what feel?
Your wife dying under such...
tragic circumstances.
And then being left alone to grieve and
be responsible for everything.
It didn't.
Is that a terrible thing to say?
I believe that cremation is and remains
a very tasteful option.
Okay.
Is that what your wife
would have wanted, maybe?
I don't know.
We didn't really talk about it.
Hmm.
It wasn't appropriate
because of the cancer.
My apologies, I thought...
I thought it was suicide.
It was.
Cremation is good.
All right.
Bear in mind, however that you're not to
take the remains back home.
The ashes will be laid to rest.
Okay?
Okay.
All right.
(door squeaking)
My cousin died.
My cousin died. Erm...
She died yesterday and...
We don't know what to do, I don't know.
We need your help.
Uhm... I'm with a client right now, but if you
could come back in say, I don't know,
half an hour, maybe.
Yeah?
Yeah.
Okay.
I think that is the moment I knew that
something might be wrong.
Wrong?
- Mh-hmm.
Wrong with me, I mean.
Here's this woman.
In shock, in shambles
because of a cousin.
And I don't even know the last time that
I spoke to any of my cousins.
She's a train wreck and...
...here I am.
Calm as water.
Unmoved, untouched.
Is that how you felt?
I don't know.
I honestly don't know.
That's so fucked up.
I know, right?
I mean, with her, it was sudden.
But with your wife, it was coming, right?
Have we had this conversation before?
I feel like we have.
In your head, maybe.
I sometimes have these crazy, intense
conversations in my head.
And then I realize that's all that is.
How did I get here?
My apologies, where were we?
Isn't that the question of the day?
Would you like to look
at a range of urns now?
The radio?
How long has the radio been here?
I don't know, I guess
it's always been there.
Please.
That woman?
Is this how we meet?
Excuse me?
After you.
I think it's perfectly normal to be in
shock and to not allow yourself to feel.
I think what's important is that you take
time to reflect and to break down those
barriers that are
stopping you from grieving.
See, I don't think that happened.
Why?
So you just found your wife in the
bathtub and then what?
Just left her there?
Went to the fucking funeral home?
I called an ambulance and they asked me
to resuscitate her but I
told them it was too late.
Was it?
Was it too late?
Yes.
Did you try?
I tried.
I fucking tried.
I lifted her out of the
tub even though she was thin.
So thin that I thought I was gonna break
her ribs or her arms.
I lifted her out even though the water
had gone cold, even
though she'd gone cold.
Did you try and resuscitate her first
and then call the ambulance or call the
ambulance first and then
try and bring her back?
I don't remember.
That's a nice little bit of progress
right there, isn't it?
Hello, this is 911. What's your emergency?
(water splashing)
You know what would really turn me on?
What?
I wanna lie in the tub
where it happened and touch myself.
You're sick.
Maybe.
But you're horny and wanna watch me.
You're so fucked up.
So, she was in the tub and just...
...slit her wrists wide open.
All the way?
Like this.
The other cuts,
the baby cuts,
they're just a cry for help.
And then you came home
and she was in the tub?
No warning signs, no
goodbye notes, shit?
She did it before.
Just a few weeks before.
She was... uh, in the tub.
Essentially the same thing,
but I was here.
And I pulled her out
and it wasn't that bad.
She didn't wanna go to the hospital.
She didn't wanna tell anyone,
afraid, but when I found her,
she said the weirdest thing.
She said, "I'm still here".
Again and again.
"I'm still here."
That sounds pretty
fucking bad, you know?
I mean, for you.
Have you told anyone else?
No.
This is bad.
I mean,
if anybody else finds out, it'll look
like criminal neglect,
or whatever it's called.
Like she was in the tub
and you just stood there
whilst she looked up at
you with her big brown eyes.
She didn't have brown eyes.
Blue eyes, then.
Green?
She had fucking eyes, though, right?
You need to go.
Now.
Fine.
I'll be touching myself in my own tub
where there hasn't been a frigid bitch
suicide as of late.
Wanna make sure.
Just wanna make sure.
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.
(radio interference)
(metal scratching)
(bird sounds)
(metallic clank)
(heavy breathing)
We buried the dog.
She used to come for walks.
She loved it out here.
(metallic lid closes)
(heavy breathing)
(car engine starts)
(siren wails)
License and registration, please.
One of your tail lights flickers a bit.
You might wanna get that checked out.
Oh, uh...
I didn't know.
Well...
Now you know.
(ominous interference)
You mind opening the boot?
Yes.
Um, of course not.
Hmm.
Very neat.
I like it.
(ominous interference)
Could you open the boot?
I thought I already did.
(ominous music)
Sorry, it does that sometimes.
Could you just open the boot, please?
Hmm, very neat.
Again.
I like it.
(footsteps)
(knocking on door)
I need to talk about last night.
I had a really weird night.
Do you know what time it is?
No.
No, I don't know, is now a bad time?
Yes, it actually might be.
Look, we didn't talk about anything.
We're not exclusive.
I don't have to explain anything.
It's fine, I'm on my way out.
So, what's so fucking important?
So last night, I went into the woods and I...
I think there might be something wrong with me.
Yeah, no shit.
It's just that things
have been falling apart lately...
(items falling)
How do you know her?
What's wrong with you?
Got it.
(violent grab)
Sorry.
Fuck.
What the actual fuck?
I mean, I know you have a lot going on,
but this is next level even for you.
You can't just storm in here
and expect me to
obediently be waiting for you.
I mean, what gives you the right?
I just, I just presumed.
You presumed what?
Because you're not
fucking anybody else, I'm not.
I...
If you're gonna say "I love you",
I'm gonna fucking stab you.
I do.
I do love you.
Are you still there?
I had a really weird dream last night.
I was walking down a street.
Just a normal street, nothing special.
And then the ground turns like
into jelly, like jellily.
And then I can't feel my feet anymore.
And they're just like swimming in midair.
And then I wake up next to you.
And I try to get out of bed,
but I still can't feel my feet.
And then I just fall flat on my belly.
(door creaks)
Didn't wake you, did I?
Who are you talking to?
What's it to you?
I'm just curious, that's all.
Didn't know you were so
desperate to meet my parents.
You weren't talking to your parents.
Never claimed I was.
So, you're gonna leave?
I need to rush off.
I just thought that.
You thought that what?
We'd have breakfast or we'd fuck?
I don't know what I thought.
Well, come on.
I mean, I told you last night
that I had an early start, so...
Do you mind?
I thought you always take the same thing.
I'm just feeling a little off today.
Have we ever spoken before?
I don't think I've heard your voice.
Well, was it everything you ever
thought it would be?
One oatmeal cappuccino, please?
No.
(car radio interference)
Yes.
Your voice, it suits you very well.
Do you maybe wanna...
do something sometime?
Excuse me?
Well, I just always
figured you'd be interested.
Why?
The ring?
You had a wedding ring.
I saw.
And whenever I walked in
or you walked in,
you tried to hide your hand from me
and you thought I wouldn't notice.
It wasn't like that.
Never is.
Is that her?
What are you doing here?
What do you mean?
You took me.
I haven't seen you in a week.
Well, not fully dressed, you haven't.
You are joking, right?
Is this because of the
empty-eyed fantasy girl?
Oh, my God.
It is.
No, it's not.
And you weren't here.
Are you okay?
I mean, I know you want to fuck her.
I get it.
Don't feel like explaining us?
I like her.
(inaudible chatter under eerie sound)
Let's play a game.
What if I don't want to play?
Oh, come on.
When have my games ever
not been wholesome and fun?
I get to ask you a question
and you have to give me an honest answer.
That's not a game.
Maybe there's a
special prize if you win.
Okay, so what do you tell
others when we're hanging out?
Tell whom?
Others, like family,
friends, people I never meet.
I'm not really in touch
with anyone asking questions.
Well, then jump in the water with me,
your dirty little secret.
Let's get naked and
fuck in the moonlight.
That's not a question.
Clever.
And also dumb.
The water is like five degrees.
Just the way I like it.
I go slightly numb and cold
and every ripple in the water feels like
something's reaching out.
Tendrils, fingers, roots.
Do you think that's how she felt?
When she was in the tub.
Question for you.
How would you do it?
Jump off a building.
I'd be on this super tall
building and climb the fencing
and feel the wind rush through my hair
as I seriously fucked someone's day up.
But like, how would you like to land?
Like on your feet?
And then your ankles would snap
and your thighs would break and,
oh, the pain.
I'd hang myself.
No, you wouldn't.
Everybody says that, but
you'd just be dangling there
and slowly asphyxiating
and your neck wouldn't snap
and you'd free yourself
because your body's struggling.
You know, that's the thing.
Your body really wants
to live no matter what.
Okay, fine.
I'd throw myself in front of a train.
Now that's more like it.
Once it hits you, it hits you.
Actually, people don't
die from it that easily
because they just do it wrong.
You know when the
tube enters the platform,
it's actually too slow.
So it's more like being cut up
into a million different pieces
with a knife that's
not particularly sharp.
Not now.
Yes, now.
Yes, any time I feel like it,
that's how this goes.
Do you know why the tube's a good idea?
It's because it wants it.
Even on your best day, you want to stand
slightly too close to the platform
and you want to do it.
Did you want it?
With her, I mean.
Did you want it to be over?
That was different.
I'm just curious, that's all.
There's a difference
between wanting someone dead
and wanting them gone.
I'm the fucking affair.
You don't get to lie to me.
You lie to everybody else,
but don't lie to me. Ever.
Let go.
Make me.
Choke me.
You've done it before.
Not with me, but with her.
Never.
No, no, it was a work thing.
Some guy met or something, I'm sure.
So it's late or is it just too late?
It's not late.
And it's not like her life
was an immediate danger or anything.
So you come home and
the bathroom light's on
and it spews out all across the flat.
The radio's on.
The radio?
When was this? 1998?
What's playing?
I don't know, some
radio shit or something.
So what's behind door number two then?
You know, you know that.
Don't mind me, I'm still here.
But there was nothing left this time.
So you called the
ambulance first thing?
Didn't matter.
The water had gone all pink and cold.
Wanna join me?
You shouldn't be here.
Are you throwing me out?
I'm just having a bath.
(ominous pounding)
(dramatic music)
(door squeaking)
(dramatic music)
(head hitting tiles)
Are you okay?
How was it?
Thank you very much for asking,
it's been difficult.
No, the service, how was the service?
We weren't invited.
It was for friends and
family only, it was intimate.
We're like a family here, you know?
Her place must be so hard to fill.
I mean, we have
trouble replacing her here,
and it's just here.
(phone vibrating)
Sorry.
It's work.
What is it that you do exactly?
Freelance.
Yeah, but what do you do?
What did my wife do?
- She went part-time and remote when...
...cancer, you know?
But what exactly did she do?
(phone vibrating)
I'm gonna quickly answer this.
We've just always
been wondering, that's all.
You?
I don't...
The coffee machine in the
break room is no good.
So... this here isn't what I do,
this is just a place
that I like to go to.
Excuse me?
We were just wondering what you did.
I think we had a game, didn't we?
Does she work here?
What is it that you do?
For the game.
We have our theories, you know?
My money was on...
affair.
While your wife was in here, you know?
We don't blame you.
We're not here to judge you for
marital digressions.
We'd just like to know.
Yeah, for the game.
And like, we really miss her,
we're just curious, I guess.
Are you sure you work here?
(phone vibrating)
Sorry, it's work,
I'm sure you can relate.
It was just so sudden.
If you'll excuse me,
I just need you to go to the bathroom.
I don't, but you can go.
I know you hate voice messages,
but I had to send you on anyway.
You know, holding the phone in one hand and...
(knocking)
Hey, we didn't mean to
be indiscreet or anything,
we're just curious on
how she actually died.
Now's not a good time.
You hear the stories.
We had a pool, we just gotta know.
(fiddling with the stall lock)
Her wrists.
She slit her wrists.
I thought it would have been cancer,
because you know, cancer.
No.
It was razor blades?
Did she still shave
her legs till the end?
And, like, in between her legs?
I'm just wondering what a razor blade
is doing at your place.
Can you hear that?
It's so weird.
Did you leave them there?
You don't look like a clean shave kinda guy,
so I'm wondering what a razor
is doing at your place.
Can you not hear that?
- Some radio interference. - Can you not hear that?
It's just all left us in
such a disarray, you know?
But surely you must understand.
I mean, how do you even eat?
All the food in the
fridge that she bought?
Do you still eat that after?
You know?
But then again, why not eat it?
Or do you just leave it out to rot?
You have to eat.
Yeah, you do.
They never tell you how
much that sucks, do they?
Your head wants to die,
but your body wants to live.
So you get hungry, and you eat.
Do you want to do something sometime?
Well, I'd still love to chat,
and you can always come here
if you need anything.
This is more than a workplace.
We're like a family here.
But I'm afraid we have someone else
coming in for a job interview.
Whose job?
You know.
So I really have to ask you to leave now.
How well did you know her?
It's nothing personal.
We just need to find
someone else for the job.
How well did you know her?
Have you been working together for long?
(somber music)
I'll leave.
It's okay.
I'll leave.
And there's our
candidate to fill the void
left behind by your wife.
(phone beeping)
You have zero new messages.
(water splashing)
I'm still here.
(ominous music)
(phone vibrating)
(knocking on door)
(key turning in lock)
(soggy footsteps approaching)
(dramatic music)
Is anyone there?
(somber music)
Something relaxing?
Not exactly, no.
What are you doing here today?
Our appointment.
You missed your last appointment.
You've missed your last few appointments
to be perfectly honest,
including this one.
What makes today any different?
So.
How are we coping with your wife's death?
It's hard to tell really.
- How's the day-to-day going?
Have you ever met her?
Your wife or this...
...other woman you told me about.
Both.
I've met neither.
I've been wondering,
it's a theoretical question.
Do they even exist for you?
Are they real, I mean?
Are you suggesting that they're not?
I'm suggesting it doesn't matter.
One woman is dead and the other's...
How are things going
with this ominous woman?
Do you see her often?
Have you met her friends, her family even?
No one knows, except you maybe.
But she's still there.
Yes.
She writes me messages,
weird messages sometimes.
And I found her underwear
underneath my bed the other day.
Not your wife's?
Are you sure?
Yes, it's...
...different.
So reasonably sure, yes.
Well that's good then.
You should keep an eye on that.
Sometimes it takes time
for things to grow, to fester.
Like a...
Like a plant.
Spreading its roots so that it can grow.
What a beautiful metaphor.
They're not all meant for it.
(radio interference)
I just wanted to know
what it was like, you know?
Just wanted to know what it was like.
No.
Can you help me?
No.
I just wanted to
get a peek, just a peek.
Can you stay with me in the tub?
I'm gonna go get some bandages, okay?
No, stay.
Do you want one?
No, I'm good.
You certainly don't look good.
Why, you need to
relax a little bit more.
Relax. - People keep telling me that.
Got it.
No, no, no, no, no, no. No.
Are you okay?
Are you, are you okay?
Your hands!
Stop, stop!
Talk to me, you can't
just stomp out of here
like I'm air to you.
Like I'm not even...
I'll fix it.
I'll fix it?
You care to join me?
Fool me twice.
(dramatic music)
It's really good.
Do you want me to
scrub the floors for you?
Give you therapy?
Cut my eyes out.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
It's okay, I'll wait for you.
(cutting and squishing)
What are you doing in here?
I'm here because
you want me to be here.
No, you were just in the bathroom.
You were just in the bathroom
and you cut yourself
and you were bleeding.
No, no, I wasn't.
I really wasn't.
I was here.
I was here the entire time.
It's okay.
It's okay, it's just me, okay?
It's just me.
Okay?
Okay.
Okay, okay.
Why are you holding a knife?
I'm not.
(dramatic music)
I wasn't holding a knife.
I swear.
You wanted to tell me something.
Is this what happened to your wife?
No.
No, no, no, she killed herself.
I didn't...
You have to believe me.
It's okay.
This isn't me.
This isn't you either.
This isn't... this is...
(radio interference)
(ominous music)
(radio interference)
(ominous music)
Hey.
(radio interference)
Hey, what the fuck are you doing?
Hey!
Hey, snap out of it.
Snap out of it!
Hey, do you know what this is doing?
You know what this is doing to me?
Answer me.
Answer me!
I can't take this shit anymore.
(coat being grabbed)
(radio interference)
Look, it's me calling.
I'm really sorry about
the way things turned out
the other night, but
you're still in my life...
I know you.
I haven't seen you in a while.
How is the mess doing?
I'm dealing with it.
I just, I meant the
flat, not everything else.
I'm sorry.
Can I ask you a question?
Have you ever met her?
Of course.
My wife...
Yes, uhh...
Do you remember my wife?
I do.
Very well.
Better than you probably.
What does that mean?
Which wife do you remember exactly?
The one you met at a cafe?
The one you took to a lake one night?
The one you married?
The one who would stare at the walls for hours
and let the silence drive her insane?
Maybe that's all that's left.
Pictures and messages on my phone.
Are you okay?
You feel off?
I just don't want to look at you.
Why is that?
I think you know.
You have a tendency to always know.
Look, if you wanna talk,
like if you have no one to talk to...
I don't know.
Do you want my number?
Your number?
My real one, by the way.
Not the house cleaning one.
I do other things as well, you know.
Other things?
What kind of things?
I don't know.
Think about it.
But you're still in my life,
and I'm still in yours,
and that's not nothing, right?
It has to mean something.
Well, I guess if you
wanna chat or whatever.
I know you.
I'm still here.
(ominous rumbling)
(tense music)
(dial tone)
(heavy breathing)
Were we fighting?
You tell me.
Maybe that's how it goes.
In the beginning, it's
just indistinct stutter,
white noise.
It's everything and everywhere, yet
nothing.
Insubstantial.
Shapeless,
Resting beneath the waves.
Until it springs and strikes roots,
contaminates its host,
and then...
...it takes shape.
And you can filter through the noise,
or what you thought was noise all along.
And then,
you start to feel it,
festering.
And then,
you hear it.
I'm still here.
No.
You're lying.
You should see your face.
But you could feel it, couldn't you?
Like you did with her.
No.
You don't know what it's like.
You don't know what it was like for me.
Do you?
I'm going to have a bath now.
Don't suppose you would like to join?
I'm leaving.
I said I'm leaving.
Yes.
I heard you the first time.
(radio interference)
Yes?
If you want to tell me something,
then tell me.
I do, actually.
Most of my patients find this relaxing.
Do you mind?
I do, actually.
She.
That woman,
sounds toxic to me.
Do you know what I mean?
Yes.
Venomous even.
Cancerous, one might say.
You may want to, in the
interest of your healing process,
remove her from your life.
But how?
How do I do that?
It's quite difficult
to cut people completely
to exorcise them from our lives, but...
What was her name again?
It doesn't matter.
In ancient, less civilized times,
people believed that
demons and other evil entities
could be summoned by uttering their name.
Could be exorcised by
knowing who they were.
But I understand that your
relationship was quite intense,
quite physical,
quite carnal.
Is.
It is
Not just physical.
We're entangled.
I see.
But this woman,
you do know her name.
You have been to her place, no?
You have fucked her in her bed,
you have rung her doorbell,
you know where she lives.
I do.
Well,
the solution seems obvious.
I'm just not sure you're
willing to go through with it.
Cut her out.
Remove her from your life
and start the healing process.
Cut her out completely like a tumor
and maybe some healthy cells
just to make sure.
But
that's just my professional advice.
And I'm afraid that that's
all we have time for today.
(dramatic music)
(underwater creaking)
(dramatic music)
(heavy breathing)
(dramatic music)
You look like a thousand paper cuts.
Light's not working?
(dramatic music)
Come in then.
Can I get you anything?
Cigarette?
Tea?
Kettle's just boiling.
I'm good.
You don't look good.
You look like the
opposite of someone who's good.
I don't...
I don't feel so good.
I think it's all been
catching up with me.
The suicide?
The cancer?
The life.
Eating away, gnawing,
noisy, everyday life.
And that's all I have left.
Every day.
Every fucking day.
(eerie music)
There's that noise.
(eerie music)
What is it with this fucking noise?
What is it?
Let me get that real quick.
Is it you?
Stop.
- Stop. - Are you the noise?
Stop it.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
I need to know.
Stop it.
You're hurting me.
What is this?
What do you think this is?
Who do you think I am?
What do you think I am?
You think I'm some fucking demon?
I'm just me.
I'm just fucking me.
I mean, we've been
fucking for weeks now and you...
Haven't even asked my name.
Like what does it say on your phone
when I'm texting you?
Oh, you're so full of shit.
I need to get this.
(radio interference)
You've done it before.
(radio interference)
You can do it again.
(radio interference)
(knife piercing flesh)
(dramatic music)
You don't kill me.
(radio interference)
You don't get to kill me.
You'd better go now.
You'll be late.
It's okay.
You won't die today.
You never die today.
You die a little bit every day
and it's been going on for a long while.
(heavy breathing)
(electronic music)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music continues)