It's Not Over (2022) Movie Script
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(thunder rumbles)
(thunder crackles)
(electricity buzzing)
(ominous music)
(electricity buzzing)
(thunder crackles)
(buzzing)
(clock ticking)
(thunder crackles)
(tapping)
(thunder rumbles)
(object tapping)
(cellphone beeps and chimes)
(tapping)
(thunder crackling)
(thunder rumbles)
(thunder rumbles)
(thunder crackles)
(tense music)
(Sarah screams)
(tense music)
(static crackling)
(seagulls crying)
(dogs barking)
(Max sighs)
(ring tapping)
(cellphone buzzing)
- Hey. Finally.
Been trying to get ahold
of you.
What happened?
He hit you?
(Max sighs)
I'll be right over.
(bottle clatters)
(door creaks)
(ominous music)
Sarah?
Sarah?
(ominous music continues)
Sarah?
(ominous music continues)
Sarah?
Sarah.
Baby. What did he do to you?
- When I got home today,
he immediately tried
to have sex with me.
You could tell he's been
thinking about it all day.
I told him I'm not in the
mood. He left me alone.
I thought he was
gonna get over it,
but something was wrong tonight.
(gentle music)
I was making dinner.
Accidentally, I dropped
the jar on the floor.
So I started cleaning it up
and asked him if he
could give me a hand.
But then he just
started insulting me.
(glass clattering)
Can you give me a hand?
- Anything else?
- What?
- You're not even
worth shit as a wife.
We don't fuck anymore.
But at least we used to eat.
- What are you talking about?
- I was thinking, I got you
away from your psychotic father.
I gave you a life you
would never have had,
a good home, a career,
but what's in it for me?
(glass shatters)
Clean up.
- Don't you talk
to me like that.
(Albert laughs)
- What a strong woman.
Did you ever think about that?
What life you would
have had without me?
- You're drunk.
And it's not wise for a doctor
to go on a night
shift like this.
So I'll make you coffee and
I'll clean it up myself.
- It's none of your
fucking business!
Answer the question!
What life would you have had
without me?
- I don't know!
But I would have found a way!
And when it comes to payments
for the house and everything,
we split it, don't we?
- So now I'm useless?
- I didn't say that!
(body thuds)
- I told you to
clean up the floor,
you ungrateful bitch!
(kicks thudding)
(Sarah wheezes)
(kick thuds)
(Sarah groans)
(ominous music)
- I thought he
was gonna kill me.
I was so scared.
(Max sighs)
- I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- Make love to me.
(thunder rumbles)
- Come away with me.
Please.
- Max, we talked about this.
I just can't leave him again.
(Max sighs)
- What if he hits you again?
- He slapped me a few
times in the past,
but he's never gone this far.
- Jeez, man.
I'm so sorry.
Why didn't you tell me?
This is the exact reason why
you have to leave with me.
Yeah?
- Mm.
- What happens next time
if he doesn't stop and
he goes all the way?
I just got you in life.
I ain't gonna lose you.
- You won't.
Tomorrow, when he comes
back from the hospital,
I'll talk to him.
- Why won't you report
him to the police?
- Sometimes, those things
happen in families.
(Max sighs)
- They don't happen to mine.
- You're a lucky man.
(gentle music)
(seagulls crying)
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chimes)
(cellphone buzzing)
(cellphone chimes)
(cellphone chimes)
(cellphone chiming)
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chiming)
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chimes)
(cellphone chiming)
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chimes)
(police radio chattering)
(police radio chattering)
- [Policeman] Can
I help you, sir?
- What happened?
- Somebody died.
(ominous music)
- [Sarah] Max.
How did you know?
(Max sighs)
- I didn't know anything.
You never answered my text.
- It's horrible.
It's horrible. It's horrible.
- What happened?
- I spilled some oil and
I didn't clean it up.
Really, he must
have just slipped
and hit his head
on the radiator.
I was asleep and then he...
Just the thud woke me
up. It's my fault, Max.
It's my fault. It's my fault.
- Shh, shh.
Shh, shh. It's not your fault.
It's nobody's fault.
It's an accident.
Okay? It's an accident.
- We will let you know
as soon as possible.
Sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.
- [Max] Thanks.
(Max sighs)
(door thuds)
- I wanted to leave
him, but not like this.
- I know.
(Sarah sighs)
- Now, for a few days,
we won't be able to
see or hear each other.
- I want to be near you.
- Yes, I know.
I know, but it's
too complicated.
If my mother saw us, she
would know everything.
- I get it.
- From now on,
it's just you, as
it should have been.
(door knock)
(mirror door thuds)
- Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.
Albert was such a good man.
- [Sarah] Hi, Mom .
- What happened?
- Seems that he
slipped on some oil,
fell backwards, hit his head.
- Seems? You're not sure?
- I was asleep, but
that woke me up.
The police
reconstructed the scene.
- What a tragedy.
- Yeah.
I'm sure that Daddy's
happy about the news?
- What you talking about?
Father absolutely loves you.
- Oh, sure he does.
That's why he hasn't
spoken to me in years.
But then again, I left with
someone that he didn't approve,
so, of course, it's my fault.
- Why do you want to
talk about this now?
Your father, he's a difficult
man, we all know that,
but he loves you and he
just has his own way.
- Mom, I still have the
marks of his love on my back.
The truth is, to him,
I was just a slave.
I was something that
he owned. That's it.
- I'm not here to
talk about him.
I'll make us some tea.
(picture frame clatters)
(gentle music)
(train rumbling)
(waves crashing)
(seagulls squawking)
- It's beautiful.
- It is.
Actually, I want to
take a picture of you.
- Me?
- Yes, I'd like
to take a picture.
Come on. Just go there.
- [Max] All right. All
right.
- Stay still.
- Okay.
All right.
(camera snaps)
- Done.
- You got that?
- Yeah.
- Let me see it.
- It's a film camera.
You'll see it when
it's developed.
- Hasn't anyone ever told you
that technology has progressed
and people are using digital?
- I shoot digital too, you know?
But it's not my favorite.
I look for matter in my images,
and film camera can give it
to me better than digital.
(waves crashing)
(seagulls squawking)
- You know, you know, the fact
that we don't have
to hide anymore,
it's the way it
should have been.
- It's true.
- I, uh,
I love you.
- I love you too.
(seagulls squawking)
(waves crashing)
(gentle music)
- You are so beautiful.
- So are you.
- Oh, stop it.
(Sarah laughing)
(television chattering)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
- You sure you
don't want to come?
- Shopping? Nah, no thank you.
- What if I let you reach
into my dressing room?
(Max exhales)
- What if I reach right now?
- It's the dressing
room or nothing.
- Aww, man, I know this trick.
You see, if I say
no, then you'll say,
"Oh, baby, you don't love me?"
And if I say yes, then I
have to suffer three hours
of purgatory for five
minutes of blissful fun.
I'm old enough to
know your games.
- Still, it would be worth it.
All right, have a good day.
I have company, anyway.
- You going with Lucy?
- Who knows?
Oh, by the way,
when I come back,
you help me work on the project.
- Okay.
- It's important for me.
- All right.
- All right. (kiss smacks)
Love you.
- Have fun.
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(door thuds)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(cellphone buzzing)
(ring tapping)
(Max sighs)
Ah.
(cellphone chimes)
Hello.
- [John] You are the
worst of the worst.
- Are you in town?
- [John] So you're tell
me you know nothing
about what I spoke to you
about?
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- [John] So I've just been
talking to some random
stranger
about visiting Mom and
Dad
today for lunch?
- Oh, shit!
I totally forgot!
Why didn't you remind me?
- Oh, I'm so sorry.
It's all my fault.
It's all my fault.
- Max, Max, Max, we
know you're a dumb ass,
but we love you anyway.
(ring tapping)
Can you meet us?
- I can't. I'm so sorry, I
have to work late tonight.
John, John. How long
you in town for?
- [John] Oh, just a fly-in
visit, little man. Fly-in
visit.
Some of us have work to
do.
- All right.
(ring tapping)
- [John] Max, Max.
Please, you're driving us all
crazy with the tapping!
Stop!
- Okay, okay. Look,
putting the bottle down.
No more tapping, I promise.
- We were all hoping to
meet the famous Sarah.
- Max, you're a
disgrace to this family.
I'm cutting you out of the
will.
- Oh, don't.
Look, I'm sorry, okay?
Next time, let's not count on
this brilliant memory
of mine, all right?
And, Mum, I promise,
I'll arrange it with her.
I won't let you down.
- Oh, we're looking
forward to that.
- Goodbye, everyone.
Have fun without me.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
- [Frank] Bye.
(cellphone chimes)
- Man, I am such
a dumb ass sometimes.
(Max sighs)
(ominous music)
(Always crooked)
There!
(ring tapping)
(television chattering)
(Max sighing)
(television chimes)
(door clacks)
(light switch clicks)
(light buzzing)
(Max sighs)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(keys rattling)
(door clacks)
- Max?
(door thuds)
Honey.
- Hey. So, uh, how was shopping?
- There you are.
I had so much fun.
I mean, I got so many
things, way too many things,
but I'm sure you're
gonna like some of them.
What's going on?
- Nothing. I fell asleep on
the couch and just woke up.
Still a bit out of it.
- [Sarah] Oh, okay.
Well, I hope you like the
hat
because I did buy it and
I got this great skirt.
I wasn't sure about
it, but then Lucy said
I looked great in it
and it was on sale.
It was 50% off.
Can you believe it?
- Come on now, Dad.
Who you trying to kid?
We know you can't read.
- Don't disrespect your father.
Besides, there are a lot
of nice pictures here.
- Ah, see? It's the pictures.
- Yes, of course.
- How are you, Dad?
- Very good. Very good.
- And how's Mom?
- She would be better if
you came to lunch on Sunday.
- Okay, okay. I
promise, I'll come.
- Do you need me to
text you to remind you?
- Thank you. That
would be so helpful.
- You know what? You look
better than last time.
This girl is good for you.
- Ah, yeah, well-
- Or maybe not?
Come on, tell me.
(Max sighs)
- You remember I told
you Sarah was this
really great,
talented photographer?
- Of course I remember.
You also showed me some
pictures on the internet.
- It's just...
- What?
(Max sighs)
- It's nothing.
It's just, sometimes,
I think she's weird.
And it's starting to
worry me a little bit now.
- She worries you?
- It's not how
you think, though.
It's-
- I'm not thinking anything.
You see, artists are
sometimes strange.
They live in a
world of their own.
They have a distorted
imagination, different
points of view.
Art is often a way to
exorcize the dark side.
- You think she has
a dark side too?
- Max, we all have a dark side.
You should be thankful
that your girlfriend
only gets off from photographs.
(cup clatters)
- Okay, how did you
know I was talking
about her photographs?
- You started the
conversation telling me
she was an amazing photographer.
How else could it be?
- Yup.
I suppose.
(door clacks)
- Hi, baby.
- Whoa. Do you have
any ill intentions?
I mean, should I be worried?
- You should.
Come in.
I was just making dinner for us.
- Great 'cause I am
absolutely starving.
- Good.
- Very good.
(Max sighs)
(knife rasps)
You're good with a knife.
- Yeah. I had a lot of practice.
- Really?
- Really.
Ever since I was a kid
and lived in Colorado.
I'm so experienced, my mother
says I could be a butcher.
(Max chuckles)
(knife rasps)
- You ever killed any animals?
(Sarah chuckles)
- We lived in the country
and we had some chickens,
so I guess it happened.
(Sarah laughs)
(Max sighs)
Honey.
- Yeah?
- What's going on?
- Oh, you know, I just got...
My mind is taken up with work.
- Can you set the table?
- I will.
(gentle music)
Wow, what a romantic atmosphere.
Are we celebrating
anything special?
- Just the fact that I love you.
(Max sighs)
(eerie music)
Don't you like mice?
I love them, especially
when they squeak
when you cut their bellies!
(clock ticking)
(Max heavily breathing)
(clock ticking)
(vehicle rumbling)
(seagulls squawking)
(door creaks and thuds)
(door clacks)
- Sarah!
(ominous music)
(light switch clicks)
(Max sighs)
(door thuds)
Sarah?
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chimes)
(Max sighs)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(door clacks and creaks)
(light switch clicks)
(light buzzing)
(ominous music continues)
(box rustling)
(objects rustling)
(paper rustles)
(photographs rustling)
(tense music)
(door clacks)
- Honey, I'm home.
(door thuds)
(Max heavily breathing)
Hey, where are you?
- I'm in here! I'll
be out in a minute!
Hey.
- Hi.
Mm.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, of course.
- What were you doing?
- I was just looking around.
I think that room's
so fascinating.
- Yeah, it's a great room.
- Yeah. Hey, why don't
we go out for dinner?
You and me, bottle of
wine, bit of romance.
I just want to get outta here.
- Sounds good.
Let me just get a
shower, get dressed.
All right?
- Sure.
(ominous music)
Take your time.
(tense music)
(ominous music)
(handcuffs clicking)
(Max sighs)
(handcuffs rattling)
Sarah?
- I promised you.
Good morning, my love.
- Good morning.
- It already feels so normal
to have breakfast together.
For almost a year,
we couldn't have.
- I don't know how we managed.
- Necessity.
- Yeah, yeah.
I hope you don't mind me
asking you a question.
- Mm-hmm?
- Did you ever have
that talk with Albert?
- Talk about what?
- About the night he hit you.
- Oh. Yes.
He, uh, he apologized.
Why are you asking me this?
- Mm.
I've just been thinking
about it a lot recently,
about the night he
hit you and, you know,
just how well you've
coped with Albert's death.
- What do you mean?
- Well, most people
would have crumbled
or fallen apart, but you-
- Can you pass me the bread?
- Sure.
But you, you've moved on
so strongly and so quickly.
(Sarah sighs)
Just-
- I grieve Albert's death
and part of me died with him.
Is that what you wanted to hear?
- No. I know that.
Look, I'm not trying to
accuse you of anything.
I am merely giving
you a compliment.
- Can we change the
subject? Please.
- Okay. Okay.
But just know, if you ever
want to talk to someone,
whatever that is,
I'm here for you.
- And that's why I love you.
Bon appetit.
(ominous music)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
Hey, Nicko. You
have two minutes?
- Nicko?
(ring tapping)
- Nicko McBrain, the
drummer of Iron Maiden?
- [Max] Of course you
can have two minutes.
(Sarah chuckles)
- I would like your
opinion on something.
I called it "Death
Surrounding Us."
- When did you do this?
- In my spare time over
the last few years.
- So that's it.
- You don't like it?
- No, no, I like it.
Like, it's a little bit morbid,
but it's very interesting.
- So what did you
mean by, "That's it"?
- Okay, I've seen
these pictures before
and I thought there
was some hidden story
you wanted to tell
me about them.
- [Sarah] Okay.
- I mean, this is great.
Look at it. What are you
gonna do with all this?
- I wanted to have
an exhibition,
but I think Polaroids
are just not enough.
- Why don't we digitalize it?
And we can project them and
scatter them around the room.
- [Sarah] Yes, and we could
play some music that set...
- Mm.
I've got some amazing
gossip for you.
- Tell me.
- You remember Abby?
- Of course. Who
can forget Abby.
- She just got married.
- That's great.
I'm happy for her.
I'm sure she got
herself a good man.
Talking about women, is
everything okay with Sarah?
- Oh my god, it's great.
It's better than, okay.
I've just learned that she has
a very particular personality.
- Mm-hmm.
- Dad, honestly,
you're gonna love her.
- So when do we get to meet her?
- I'll make a deal with you.
I'll talk to her
about this Sunday
if you have an extra space.
- Done.
- Done.
Uh-oh.
(switch clicks)
This is not sucking anymore.
- It must have filled up.
- Man, I hate doing this.
You know what? I
already do my house.
Why am I doing yours?
Seriously? I'm
cleaning two homes.
Wouldn't it be a lot easier
and maybe less tiring
if we only had to clean one?
Hmm?
- Not now.
I just...
It's just the first real moment
of freedom since I was born.
- What do you mean by that?
- Well, you know, I used
to be my father's slave,
and it's not just an expression,
and then Albert took me away
and I became, more or
less, another man's slave.
And he became more and
more like my father.
I know you're different,
you are different,
but I just want
to enjoy the time
of not being anybody's slave,
just to have a chance to say,
"My love, I feel like
being alone tonight.
I'll see you tomorrow."
(Sarah chuckles)
I don't want it to last forever,
but just a little longer.
(kiss smacks)
- Okay.
I get it.
I mean, I'll just have to
clean two houses, for now.
I don't love that.
(Sarah laughs)
What is it with this picture?
Seriously, it's like,
it's always kinda crooked.
You hiding a safe?
I mean, do we have...
Are we rich? Please
tell me that.
(ominous music)
(Max sighs)
(envelope rustles)
Sarah?
(body thuds)
What...
(Max groans)
(Max heavily breathing)
- I know you won't understand.
I really didn't want
it to end like this.
I wanted to be with
you all my life.
I really did.
(ominous music)
(knife rasps)
(Max groaning)
(Max heavily breathing)
- Why?
Why did you do this?
- You wouldn't shut up.
You'd go to the police
and they would arrest me.
And freedom, freedom is the
most important thing I have.
I've won it.
- Please.
Please help.
Help me, please.
- It won't take long.
(Max heavily breathing)
(ominous music)
- It's not over.
It's not over.
(ominous music)
(knife clangs)
(camera snaps and whirs)
(knife rasps)
(ominous music)
(body thuds)
(blood squelches)
(camera snaps and whirs)
(knife rasps)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(Max screams)
(knife clatters)
(Max groans)
(Sarah screaming)
(knife rasps)
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(static crackling)
(gentle music)
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chimes)
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chimes)
(Sarah sighs)
(cellphone buzzing)
(tense music)
- Yes?
- We are Max's parents.
Sorry to bother
you, but is he here?
- No, Max is not here.
I haven't seen him
for a few days.
- Do you have any idea
where he might be?
- Mm.
- We' re very concerned.
- Come in.
- We haven't heard
from him in days.
He was supposed to
come to Sunday lunch,
but he didn't show up
and he didn't call us.
- Mm.
- His phone's always off.
His office says he's sick,
but he's not at home.
- Max and I got into
a fight a few days ago
and then he just left.
He texted me that he
needed some space.
- I know it's none
of my business,
but what was the fight about?
- Well, he wanted us
to move in together,
and, um, I was just not ready.
He was disappointed in that.
- I see.
- And you really have no
idea where he might be?
Please, help me.
It's just not like Max
to behave like this.
Something's happened to him,
I know it. I can feel it.
And I think I'm
going crazy here.
- I'm sure everything's fine.
I mean, he was very
angry when he left.
Maybe he did something stupid.
Maybe he left without
telling anyone.
Maybe he wants to be alone.
Max is a loner. He
loves his loneliness.
- That's true.
- [Mara] Mm.
- Don't worry, we'll
look for him together,
and when we find him,
we'll give him hell.
- Thank you.
You're a good girl.
(gentle music)
- Let's go.
- [Mara] Mm.
- Thanks.
- Mm.
- [Frank] If I don't hear
from him by tomorrow,
I'm gonna file a
missing persons report.
(door clacks)
(door thuds)
(wings fluttering)
(waves crashing)
My son would never
behave like this.
- Now, I understand what
you're saying Mr. Devenish,
but do you know how many
people walk away from home,
disappear from everything,
never want to be found?
- No. I don't know and
I don't really care.
That's not the case with my son.
Max is a well-balanced man.
He's got a good
job, a girlfriend.
He's not the type of guy who
just wakes up one morning
and decides to disappear
without a trace.
- Let me tell you a story.
(Frank sighs)
Four years ago,
a woman came in here to
report her husband missing.
A bank employee,
exemplary record,
married for eight years to
the woman he met at college.
Nice house.
Sports car.
So we set to work,
convinced that something
had actually happened
to a man who had it all.
So we checked his
expenses, his bank records,
his phone records, everything.
And do you know what
really happened in the end?
We tracked him down in Cuba.
His wife had left him when
she found him in a club
with a stripper
kissing him on the neck
and another one kissing him,
well, I won't tell you where.
(Frank chuckles)
He said he was taking
a vacation from life,
but he was gonna be
the man he always was.
Boom, and that's when it hit me.
Do you know why?
- No. But I'm sure you're
about to enlighten me.
- Because I realized that
anyone can want a break,
even a person who
has everything.
- Maybe, but
definitely not my son.
- [Mara] How did it go?
What did they tell you?
- That he's a grown man,
so it's easier to think
about voluntary departure.
- Why would he do that?
- I asked the same question.
They said people
do strange things.
- Are they going to do anything?
(Frank sighs)
- Need to get authorization
from the commander
to even start a missing
person investigation.
If the commander deems
it appropriate to do so,
they will check
his credit cards,
bank account, and try
to track him down.
They can also check whether
his phone is connected
to any cell towers.
- And what if the commander
doesn't authorize it?
(Frank sighs)
- I don't know.
(Frank sighs)
- I can't believe
this is happening.
(Sarah exhales)
(cellphone buzzing)
(Sarah sighs)
(cellphone buzzing)
(cellphone chimes)
- Hello?
- [Frank] It's Frank.
- Well, hi. Do you have
any news about Max?
- [Frank] No, but
I've just been told
they're gonna open
the investigation.
- Thank goodness.
- [Frank] I left your
number with them,
so they might contact
you.
- Oh, of course.
If I can be any help,
then it's gonna help me.
I just can't seem to get
off the couch these days.
- [Frank] Unfortunately,
there's nothing else we can
do.
Just have to be patient and
have faith in the police.
- Right.
- Let's keep in touch.
- Bye.
(Sarah inhales)
(Sarah exhales)
- How's she holding up?
- She's strong.
Very strong.
(car alarm chirps)
(police radio chattering)
They found Max's car.
- Any sign of Max?
- No.
- There's no news at all.
The hotel manager has complained
about his car being
sitting here for two weeks.
- Why would this car be here
for two weeks in
a hotel parking?
- I don't know. Maybe he
didn't want to pay the money.
- He's got money.
That's bullshit.
- Do you have CCTV cameras?
- No.
(gentle music)
(police radio chattering)
- Yeah, we found his car
at the train station.
He used his credit card to buy
a train ticket to Marseille,
several ATM withdrawals, which
almost cleared his account.
Do you know what that means?
It means exactly what
I told you last time.
Your son left voluntarily.
- Do we have proof that
he actually used it
to get to Marseille?
- Well, there's no way
we can verify that.
Sadly, he didn't take
the high speed line
where the seats are checked.
- Excuse me, what
exactly is your point?
Do you think it's
normal for someone
who wants to go to Marseille
to get on a regional train
that takes 20 hours to get there
instead of taking a faster train
that will take him there
in five or six hours?
- Yeah, well, actually,
that is weird.
But what did I
tell you last time?
People do strange things.
- You know what's strange?
It's that he leaves his backpack
and his computer in his car.
That's strange.
- Well, maybe he forgot it.
- The computer?
- Oh, people forget
the kids. It happens.
- Wow. (chuckles)
(Frank sighs)
What about the phone?
- Well, the phone
isn't connected to a
cell at the moment.
The last connection was
at the train station
a few weeks ago, near
where he parked his car.
He probably turned it
off and got on the train.
- So that's it?
You're done?
You're not gonna
look for him anymore?
- Well, I'm very sorry, Mr.
Devenish, but there's no reason
for me to continue
spending public money
on this investigation.
Your son's a grown man. He
took his money and he went.
There's no evidence of
any criminal activity.
It's all very linear.
But you know something?
- [Frank] What?
- There's a reason
he took a break.
Well, I'm sure he'll
turn up sooner or later.
(gentle music)
(door thuds)
(gentle music)
(tense music)
(Sarah heavily breathing)
(train rumbling)
(seagulls squawking)
- But we don't think
we can do anything.
(Frank sighs)
If you have any
ideas, let us know.
(keyboard clacking)
Okay.
Bye.
(telephone clatters)
- Was that Sarah?
- Yeah.
I forgot to call her.
She wanted an update.
I like that girl.
- [Frank] I don't.
- Why?
- I honestly couldn't tell you.
Just a feeling.
- Mm.
Well, think what you like.
I would have liked to have
her as a daughter-in-Law.
Why did he do it?
- I don't know.
- I'm his mother.
I would never have imagined
he would leave like this,
leaving everything behind.
- I wouldn't have
guessed that either.
Come on. Come on.
- Did you get in?
- No.
- Did you try my birthday?
Max once told me
he used my birthday
for some of his passwords.
(gentle music)
(keyboard clacking)
Any luck?
- I found the research he did
to buy the ticket to Marseille.
He also searched
Paris and Lyon first.
- How do you find these things?
- From his internet history.
- Mm. Mm.
- Listen, I was thinking about
what you were saying
about Max earlier.
- What?
- That you're his mother
and you'd never imagine
he'd leave like this.
- Yes. So what?
- Well, I feel the same way,
and yet when we first met Sarah,
she told us that maybe Max
had done something stupid,
like leave without
telling anyone.
- So what are you getting at?
- How did she know that?
- Well, she didn't know.
She was just
suggesting something.
- Oh, come on, that's too easy.
Too much of a coincidence.
- You think so? Really?
- Well, we're Max's parents.
We know him better than anyone.
- Frank, if you think
you know your sons
better than their own women do,
you're still a very naive man.
- Thank you.
(ominous music)
(clock ticking)
(dog barking)
(clock ticking)
(Frank sighs)
(gentle music)
(keyboard clacks)
(gentle music continues)
(ominous music)
- Anyway, it was a great shoot,
and Rick was the
best part of the day.
No, I'm gonna wait and
see if he calls me first.
Okay. Okay, I really gotta go.
I gotta take a
shower. I'm so tired.
See you tomorrow, okay?
Don't worry. Bye.
(shower running)
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(ominous music)
(tense music)
(ominous music)
(door knocking)
(Sarah exhales)
Who is it?
- [Frank] Frank.
- Mr. Devenish. Did
something happen?
- No, no.
I'm sorry, I can
come back later.
- Oh, it's not a problem for me,
if you don't mind
seeing me in a bathrobe.
Come in.
- Thank you.
(door thuds)
- So what's going on?
- Nothing. Just wanted to
share a thought with you.
- Tell me.
- You know, at one point,
Max was afraid of you.
(Sarah chuckles)
- Afraid of me? (chuckles)
- Yeah.
Something about
your work upset him.
Is it possible that you
photographed dead animals?
- Oh. Yes, yes, that's right.
I was making an art project
and we wanted to
make an exhibition.
Max was helping me out.
But, no, no, he never said
anything like that to me.
- May I ask why you took
pictures of dead animals?
- Just came to me, that's all.
- Have you been working
on this for a long time?
- Yeah, for a while.
Why?
- Well, it's strange, odd.
- What?
- That you're a young woman
with a morbid taste for death
whose husband dies
in a tragic accident
and her next boyfriend
disappears shortly after.
- What does that mean?
- Don't you see a connection?
- No.
How does an art project tie
in with my husband's death?
And as for Max, it looks
like he decided to leave.
- Yeah. Yeah.
How did you know that?
- What are you talking about?
I didn't know anything.
- The first time I came here,
you told me that maybe Max
had done something stupid,
like leave without
telling anyone.
It would have never
occurred to me,
and yet that's exactly what
it seems to have happened.
How did you know?
- I didn't know. I just
said something random.
- You know something.
- What exactly are
you accusing me of?
- Two out of two is a bit
much, don't you think?
One dies and the
other one disappears.
What did you do?
- How dare you!
Yes, I've been unlucky,
as most of my life,
but that doesn't
make me a criminal.
- You're lying!
- I think you should leave now.
- What have you done to my son?
- Get out of my house!
Get out of my house!
You need to leave now!
Go.
(tense music)
(knife rasps)
(door clacks and thuds)
(television chattering)
(seagulls squawking)
(train horn wails)
(postcard rustles)
(ominous music)
Impossible.
(doorbell chimes)
- Can I come in?
- Sure.
Have a seat.
- No thanks.
- Any news on Max?
- [Inspector] No,
that's not why I'm here.
- Oh.
- Mr. Devenish,
what are you doing?
- What do you mean?
What's happened?
- You don't know anything?
- Last night, your
husband went to threaten
your son's girlfriend Sarah.
- What? What are you doing?
(ominous music)
- I didn't threaten her.
- Well, she showed up this
morning and said you scared her.
She doesn't want
to press charges,
but asked me to come
and talk to you.
- Frank.
Are you crazy?
- Mara, that girl
knows something.
She did something.
- And do you have evidence
to support this claim?
Look, I know you're upset,
but you can't go around
threatening people.
Do you understand?
- I didn't threaten her.
I asked her if she did
anything, that's all.
- Well, she told
me that you grabbed
her shoulders aggressively.
Did you?
- What did she do?
- Her husband dies
in an accident
and her new boyfriend
disappears shortly after.
Doesn't that sound
strange to you?
- Well, all life is strange.
Strange things happen, but
it doesn't mean anything.
- Do the police not teach you
that coincidences don't exist?
- They teach that to movie cops.
- [Mara] What happens
now?
- Well, if your husband
behaves himself,
then this ends here.
(Frank sighs)
- Okay.
- Fine. I'm going.
Don't make me come back.
But you know something?
That Sarah's a good girl.
- What were you thinking?
(tense music)
(seagulls squawking)
- Hi.
- Always keep me waiting.
(both laughing)
- Sorry.
(waves crashing)
(seagulls squawking)
So what did the customer
say about my pictures?
- Well, she says
she's not happy-
- Oh.
- And she wasted
a lot of money.
- Hmm, very cute.
- Yeah, a real madam.
(Sarah chuckles)
Seriously, she was very happy
and she says you're a very
talented photographer.
- What did you say?
- I told her I
already know that.
- Thank you.
- It's the truth.
- I want to take a picture.
Rick's first compliment.
- You're right, it has
to be immortalized.
- Mm-hmm.
(camera snaps)
(kiss smacks)
You shouldn't do that.
- I apologize.
- You don't look very sorry.
- Not even a little bit.
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
What happened?
(van rumbling)
(Sarah sighs)
Okay?
(ominous music)
You look like you saw a ghost.
(Sarah chuckles)
(liquid swishing)
(liquid swishing)
(ominous music)
(Sarah heavily breathing)
(tense music)
(crickets chirping)
(ominous music)
(door clicks and creaks)
(ominous music)
(Sarah heavily breathing)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(Sarah heavily breathing)
(people whispering)
(door slams)
(Sarah gasps)
(doorknob rattling)
(door slams)
(tense music)
(pills rattling)
(Sarah grunts)
(bottle clatters)
(Sarah heavily breathing)
(tense music)
(seagulls squawking)
- [Customer] I
told Rick yesterday
that you're very
talented.
- Thank you, but
with your products,
it's really easy to bring
out beautiful images.
- Maybe, meanwhile,
this is the first time
I've really been satisfied
with a shoot, so thank you.
- Thank you.
- I'll wait for the
layouts tomorrow, then?
- Great.
- Mm-hmm.
- See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.
- Goodbye.
Well, that went well.
- More than well.
You were great.
You look a wreck.
(Sarah sighs)
What's going on?
- I didn't sleep
a wink last night.
- Oh, yeah? Anyone good-looking?
- No, not at all.
I just don't feel well
in the house anymore.
- Because of what
happened to your husband?
- When I get home, I
just get kinda scared.
I wish I just didn't
have to go back there.
- Do you have the chance
to take some time off?
Maybe get away for a little bit?
- I'm too busy. There's
so much going on.
- Everyone's finding
out how good you are.
- Yeah.
Okay, I gotta go.
Let's talk about the next
customer next week. Okay?
- Great. Take care of yourself.
- Yeah, yeah.
- I'm worried about you.
- Don't be. Bye.
- [Lucy] Bye.
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
(cellphone beeps and clicking)
- [Mother] Sarah. How are
you?
- Hi, Mom.
I'm okay.
- [Mother] Are you sure?
- Yeah, not really.
I've been having a
little trouble staying
home these nights
and I just feel
really uncomfortable.
Do you think I could come
over for a couple days?
- [Mother] Come here?
- Yeah.
- [Father] Sarah.
- Dad.
- [Father] You never
set foot in here again.
Understand?
- Yeah.
(cellphone beeps)
(seagulls squawking)
Thank you.
- You're full of surprises.
(Sarah chuckles)
- You weren't expecting my call?
- Absolutely not.
- Hmm.
- I was waiting for
the famous three days
before I called you back.
You know how it is. I'm a
guy who likes formalities.
- Yeah, but who invented
those formalities?
- Probably some arsehole.
- That's what I suspected.
(Rick chuckles)
(both chuckling)
- [Rick] You look tired.
- Yeah.
- Too much work or
too many lovers?
- Unfortunately, neither.
- A talented
photographer like you
should be working
hard these days.
- Yeah, I work hard all the
time, but it's never enough.
- Don't tell me you have no
lovers. I don't believe it.
- Well, you should.
- What a waste. Why is that?
- Maybe I got difficult taste.
- Probably, in fact.
Talented people usually have.
So tell me, what's your taste?
Do you want a drink?
- Uh, no. Thank you, I'm fine.
- Besides, I did all the hard
work myself. I need some food.
- Yeah, I saw the
sacrifice you made.
That was something.
You're a real hero.
- This morning, I never imagined
this day could go like this.
- I suppose that days
are full of surprises.
- That's true.
- Why do you still
stay in a hotel?
- I'm not still in a hotel.
I just booked this for us today.
- Why? I'd like to
see your apartment.
- Now that would have
been embarrassing.
My partner's in the apartment.
- You have a partner?
- Yeah. Come on, everyone knows.
- What do you mean everybody
knows? I didn't know.
- It's not a problem
for me anyway.
- Maybe not a problem for you.
- It's not a problem
for her either.
She's always on the road.
She's not a jealous woman.
- So why didn't we
go to your apartment
and fuck in front of her
while she was making dinner?
- Come on. Don't be like that.
We've got something
good going on here.
I understand it's
a bit of a shock,
but I'm sorry, I
thought you knew.
- You know what?
Don't worry about it.
- [Rick] Do you want
me to call you a cab?
- I'll do it myself.
- I'll call you tomorrow.
We can talk about it, okay?
- If you call me
tomorrow, I swear to you,
I'm gonna take a knife and
shove it down your throat.
Is that clear?
- Never make threats
you can't keep.
You'll lose credibility.
(ominous music)
(ring tapping)
(ominous music)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(suspenseful music)
(keys clattering)
(door slams)
(door clacks)
(door slams)
(keys clattering)
(dog barking)
(ominous music)
- [Narrator] The
central area of the city
has been embellished
by impressive
institutional buildings.
Stunning mansions owned
by nobleman of the time,
all revolving around
the Castel Nuovo,
what is now known
as Maschio Angioino.
The reason behind the
building of the castle,
however,
was not merely dictated
by a sense of aesthetics
but was rather a strong
and specific message
that the city of
Naples was giving
to the other European
monarchies, the area of
the...
(remote clatters)
(ominous music)
(clock ticking)
(knife clatters)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
(thunder crackles)
(electricity buzzes)
(ominous music)
(electricity buzzes)
(thunder crackles)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(light switch clicking)
(ring tapping)
(cellphone beeping)
(thunder rumbling)
(ring tapping)
(knife rasps)
(thunder rumbles)
(thunder crackles)
(thunder crackles)
(static crackling)
(Sarah screams)
(keys clattering)
(tires squealing)
(car rumbling)
(Sarah sighs)
(Sarah grunts)
(Sarah heavily breathing)
(car rumbling)
(ominous music)
(car humming)
(thunder crackles)
(ominous music)
(footsteps crunching)
(ominous music)
(thunder crackles)
(shovel rasping)
(dirt rustling)
(tense music)
(shovel clatters)
(tense music)
(gun clicks)
- Sarah.
So this is where you buried him.
- Who are you?
- I'm John.
I'm Max's twin brother.
- So it was you.
- Always me.
- I always knew it was you.
If you were innocent,
you'd have told someone
about the postcard or tried
to stop John on the street.
- What about the necklace?
- We bought one each, together.
We always wear it.
The one you found tonight,
on your table, was mine.
You confused?
Anything else you want to know?
The tapping of the ring?
Did that drive you
crazy? Because it
drove me fucking crazy!
- What about the message in
the mirror in the bathroom?
How's that even possible?
- What are you talking about?
- How did you do that?
- Come on, let's go.
- Go where?
- The police station.
We have everything we need
and we can't wait to
see you locked up.
- No!
(shovel clangs)
- No!
(Sarah screams)
(gun fires)
(shovel clanging)
(shovel thuds)
(John groans)
(shovel clatters)
(tense music)
(Sarah grunting)
(shovel thudding)
(shovel thudding)
(John screaming)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(thunder rumbles)
(shovel clatters)
(ominous music)
(John heavily breathing)
(thunder rumbles)
(rain pattering)
(thunder crackles)
(flies buzzing)
(birds chirping)
(somber music)
- It's so sad.
I was devastated when I thought
he'd ran away somewhere.
But at least I thought he
was okay and having a life.
- We always knew something
had happened to him.
At least now we for
grave to come to.
- More importantly,
he can rest in peace.
(birds chirping)
You know, even with
everything that happened,
something just doesn't
sit right with me.
Sarah, she mentioned she
saw writing or a message
in the mirror or a picture?
I don't know.
I mean, I know what we did,
but what do you
think it could be?
- Come on, John.
That girl was crazy.
Maybe she was hallucinating.
- Maybe.
(ominous music)
(footsteps clicking)
- Inspector, I found these.
The girl was taking
antipsychotics.
- Okay. Are we done yet?
- Practically finished, sir.
- Good. Let's go
back to the station.
- All right.
(footsteps clicking)
- Are you finished?
- [Policeman] Yes, ma'am.
(tense music)
(camera snaps and whirs)
(ominous music)
(gentle music)
(music ends)
(thunder rumbles)
(thunder crackles)
(electricity buzzing)
(ominous music)
(electricity buzzing)
(thunder crackles)
(buzzing)
(clock ticking)
(thunder crackles)
(tapping)
(thunder rumbles)
(object tapping)
(cellphone beeps and chimes)
(tapping)
(thunder crackling)
(thunder rumbles)
(thunder rumbles)
(thunder crackles)
(tense music)
(Sarah screams)
(tense music)
(static crackling)
(seagulls crying)
(dogs barking)
(Max sighs)
(ring tapping)
(cellphone buzzing)
- Hey. Finally.
Been trying to get ahold
of you.
What happened?
He hit you?
(Max sighs)
I'll be right over.
(bottle clatters)
(door creaks)
(ominous music)
Sarah?
Sarah?
(ominous music continues)
Sarah?
(ominous music continues)
Sarah?
Sarah.
Baby. What did he do to you?
- When I got home today,
he immediately tried
to have sex with me.
You could tell he's been
thinking about it all day.
I told him I'm not in the
mood. He left me alone.
I thought he was
gonna get over it,
but something was wrong tonight.
(gentle music)
I was making dinner.
Accidentally, I dropped
the jar on the floor.
So I started cleaning it up
and asked him if he
could give me a hand.
But then he just
started insulting me.
(glass clattering)
Can you give me a hand?
- Anything else?
- What?
- You're not even
worth shit as a wife.
We don't fuck anymore.
But at least we used to eat.
- What are you talking about?
- I was thinking, I got you
away from your psychotic father.
I gave you a life you
would never have had,
a good home, a career,
but what's in it for me?
(glass shatters)
Clean up.
- Don't you talk
to me like that.
(Albert laughs)
- What a strong woman.
Did you ever think about that?
What life you would
have had without me?
- You're drunk.
And it's not wise for a doctor
to go on a night
shift like this.
So I'll make you coffee and
I'll clean it up myself.
- It's none of your
fucking business!
Answer the question!
What life would you have had
without me?
- I don't know!
But I would have found a way!
And when it comes to payments
for the house and everything,
we split it, don't we?
- So now I'm useless?
- I didn't say that!
(body thuds)
- I told you to
clean up the floor,
you ungrateful bitch!
(kicks thudding)
(Sarah wheezes)
(kick thuds)
(Sarah groans)
(ominous music)
- I thought he
was gonna kill me.
I was so scared.
(Max sighs)
- I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
- Make love to me.
(thunder rumbles)
- Come away with me.
Please.
- Max, we talked about this.
I just can't leave him again.
(Max sighs)
- What if he hits you again?
- He slapped me a few
times in the past,
but he's never gone this far.
- Jeez, man.
I'm so sorry.
Why didn't you tell me?
This is the exact reason why
you have to leave with me.
Yeah?
- Mm.
- What happens next time
if he doesn't stop and
he goes all the way?
I just got you in life.
I ain't gonna lose you.
- You won't.
Tomorrow, when he comes
back from the hospital,
I'll talk to him.
- Why won't you report
him to the police?
- Sometimes, those things
happen in families.
(Max sighs)
- They don't happen to mine.
- You're a lucky man.
(gentle music)
(seagulls crying)
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chimes)
(cellphone buzzing)
(cellphone chimes)
(cellphone chimes)
(cellphone chiming)
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chiming)
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chimes)
(cellphone chiming)
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chimes)
(police radio chattering)
(police radio chattering)
- [Policeman] Can
I help you, sir?
- What happened?
- Somebody died.
(ominous music)
- [Sarah] Max.
How did you know?
(Max sighs)
- I didn't know anything.
You never answered my text.
- It's horrible.
It's horrible. It's horrible.
- What happened?
- I spilled some oil and
I didn't clean it up.
Really, he must
have just slipped
and hit his head
on the radiator.
I was asleep and then he...
Just the thud woke me
up. It's my fault, Max.
It's my fault. It's my fault.
- Shh, shh.
Shh, shh. It's not your fault.
It's nobody's fault.
It's an accident.
Okay? It's an accident.
- We will let you know
as soon as possible.
Sorry for your loss.
- Thank you.
- [Max] Thanks.
(Max sighs)
(door thuds)
- I wanted to leave
him, but not like this.
- I know.
(Sarah sighs)
- Now, for a few days,
we won't be able to
see or hear each other.
- I want to be near you.
- Yes, I know.
I know, but it's
too complicated.
If my mother saw us, she
would know everything.
- I get it.
- From now on,
it's just you, as
it should have been.
(door knock)
(mirror door thuds)
- Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.
Albert was such a good man.
- [Sarah] Hi, Mom .
- What happened?
- Seems that he
slipped on some oil,
fell backwards, hit his head.
- Seems? You're not sure?
- I was asleep, but
that woke me up.
The police
reconstructed the scene.
- What a tragedy.
- Yeah.
I'm sure that Daddy's
happy about the news?
- What you talking about?
Father absolutely loves you.
- Oh, sure he does.
That's why he hasn't
spoken to me in years.
But then again, I left with
someone that he didn't approve,
so, of course, it's my fault.
- Why do you want to
talk about this now?
Your father, he's a difficult
man, we all know that,
but he loves you and he
just has his own way.
- Mom, I still have the
marks of his love on my back.
The truth is, to him,
I was just a slave.
I was something that
he owned. That's it.
- I'm not here to
talk about him.
I'll make us some tea.
(picture frame clatters)
(gentle music)
(train rumbling)
(waves crashing)
(seagulls squawking)
- It's beautiful.
- It is.
Actually, I want to
take a picture of you.
- Me?
- Yes, I'd like
to take a picture.
Come on. Just go there.
- [Max] All right. All
right.
- Stay still.
- Okay.
All right.
(camera snaps)
- Done.
- You got that?
- Yeah.
- Let me see it.
- It's a film camera.
You'll see it when
it's developed.
- Hasn't anyone ever told you
that technology has progressed
and people are using digital?
- I shoot digital too, you know?
But it's not my favorite.
I look for matter in my images,
and film camera can give it
to me better than digital.
(waves crashing)
(seagulls squawking)
- You know, you know, the fact
that we don't have
to hide anymore,
it's the way it
should have been.
- It's true.
- I, uh,
I love you.
- I love you too.
(seagulls squawking)
(waves crashing)
(gentle music)
- You are so beautiful.
- So are you.
- Oh, stop it.
(Sarah laughing)
(television chattering)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
- You sure you
don't want to come?
- Shopping? Nah, no thank you.
- What if I let you reach
into my dressing room?
(Max exhales)
- What if I reach right now?
- It's the dressing
room or nothing.
- Aww, man, I know this trick.
You see, if I say
no, then you'll say,
"Oh, baby, you don't love me?"
And if I say yes, then I
have to suffer three hours
of purgatory for five
minutes of blissful fun.
I'm old enough to
know your games.
- Still, it would be worth it.
All right, have a good day.
I have company, anyway.
- You going with Lucy?
- Who knows?
Oh, by the way,
when I come back,
you help me work on the project.
- Okay.
- It's important for me.
- All right.
- All right. (kiss smacks)
Love you.
- Have fun.
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(door thuds)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(cellphone buzzing)
(ring tapping)
(Max sighs)
Ah.
(cellphone chimes)
Hello.
- [John] You are the
worst of the worst.
- Are you in town?
- [John] So you're tell
me you know nothing
about what I spoke to you
about?
- I don't know what
you're talking about.
- [John] So I've just been
talking to some random
stranger
about visiting Mom and
Dad
today for lunch?
- Oh, shit!
I totally forgot!
Why didn't you remind me?
- Oh, I'm so sorry.
It's all my fault.
It's all my fault.
- Max, Max, Max, we
know you're a dumb ass,
but we love you anyway.
(ring tapping)
Can you meet us?
- I can't. I'm so sorry, I
have to work late tonight.
John, John. How long
you in town for?
- [John] Oh, just a fly-in
visit, little man. Fly-in
visit.
Some of us have work to
do.
- All right.
(ring tapping)
- [John] Max, Max.
Please, you're driving us all
crazy with the tapping!
Stop!
- Okay, okay. Look,
putting the bottle down.
No more tapping, I promise.
- We were all hoping to
meet the famous Sarah.
- Max, you're a
disgrace to this family.
I'm cutting you out of the
will.
- Oh, don't.
Look, I'm sorry, okay?
Next time, let's not count on
this brilliant memory
of mine, all right?
And, Mum, I promise,
I'll arrange it with her.
I won't let you down.
- Oh, we're looking
forward to that.
- Goodbye, everyone.
Have fun without me.
- Bye.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye.
- [Frank] Bye.
(cellphone chimes)
- Man, I am such
a dumb ass sometimes.
(Max sighs)
(ominous music)
(Always crooked)
There!
(ring tapping)
(television chattering)
(Max sighing)
(television chimes)
(door clacks)
(light switch clicks)
(light buzzing)
(Max sighs)
(ominous music)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(keys rattling)
(door clacks)
- Max?
(door thuds)
Honey.
- Hey. So, uh, how was shopping?
- There you are.
I had so much fun.
I mean, I got so many
things, way too many things,
but I'm sure you're
gonna like some of them.
What's going on?
- Nothing. I fell asleep on
the couch and just woke up.
Still a bit out of it.
- [Sarah] Oh, okay.
Well, I hope you like the
hat
because I did buy it and
I got this great skirt.
I wasn't sure about
it, but then Lucy said
I looked great in it
and it was on sale.
It was 50% off.
Can you believe it?
- Come on now, Dad.
Who you trying to kid?
We know you can't read.
- Don't disrespect your father.
Besides, there are a lot
of nice pictures here.
- Ah, see? It's the pictures.
- Yes, of course.
- How are you, Dad?
- Very good. Very good.
- And how's Mom?
- She would be better if
you came to lunch on Sunday.
- Okay, okay. I
promise, I'll come.
- Do you need me to
text you to remind you?
- Thank you. That
would be so helpful.
- You know what? You look
better than last time.
This girl is good for you.
- Ah, yeah, well-
- Or maybe not?
Come on, tell me.
(Max sighs)
- You remember I told
you Sarah was this
really great,
talented photographer?
- Of course I remember.
You also showed me some
pictures on the internet.
- It's just...
- What?
(Max sighs)
- It's nothing.
It's just, sometimes,
I think she's weird.
And it's starting to
worry me a little bit now.
- She worries you?
- It's not how
you think, though.
It's-
- I'm not thinking anything.
You see, artists are
sometimes strange.
They live in a
world of their own.
They have a distorted
imagination, different
points of view.
Art is often a way to
exorcize the dark side.
- You think she has
a dark side too?
- Max, we all have a dark side.
You should be thankful
that your girlfriend
only gets off from photographs.
(cup clatters)
- Okay, how did you
know I was talking
about her photographs?
- You started the
conversation telling me
she was an amazing photographer.
How else could it be?
- Yup.
I suppose.
(door clacks)
- Hi, baby.
- Whoa. Do you have
any ill intentions?
I mean, should I be worried?
- You should.
Come in.
I was just making dinner for us.
- Great 'cause I am
absolutely starving.
- Good.
- Very good.
(Max sighs)
(knife rasps)
You're good with a knife.
- Yeah. I had a lot of practice.
- Really?
- Really.
Ever since I was a kid
and lived in Colorado.
I'm so experienced, my mother
says I could be a butcher.
(Max chuckles)
(knife rasps)
- You ever killed any animals?
(Sarah chuckles)
- We lived in the country
and we had some chickens,
so I guess it happened.
(Sarah laughs)
(Max sighs)
Honey.
- Yeah?
- What's going on?
- Oh, you know, I just got...
My mind is taken up with work.
- Can you set the table?
- I will.
(gentle music)
Wow, what a romantic atmosphere.
Are we celebrating
anything special?
- Just the fact that I love you.
(Max sighs)
(eerie music)
Don't you like mice?
I love them, especially
when they squeak
when you cut their bellies!
(clock ticking)
(Max heavily breathing)
(clock ticking)
(vehicle rumbling)
(seagulls squawking)
(door creaks and thuds)
(door clacks)
- Sarah!
(ominous music)
(light switch clicks)
(Max sighs)
(door thuds)
Sarah?
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chimes)
(Max sighs)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(door clacks and creaks)
(light switch clicks)
(light buzzing)
(ominous music continues)
(box rustling)
(objects rustling)
(paper rustles)
(photographs rustling)
(tense music)
(door clacks)
- Honey, I'm home.
(door thuds)
(Max heavily breathing)
Hey, where are you?
- I'm in here! I'll
be out in a minute!
Hey.
- Hi.
Mm.
Are you okay?
- Yeah, of course.
- What were you doing?
- I was just looking around.
I think that room's
so fascinating.
- Yeah, it's a great room.
- Yeah. Hey, why don't
we go out for dinner?
You and me, bottle of
wine, bit of romance.
I just want to get outta here.
- Sounds good.
Let me just get a
shower, get dressed.
All right?
- Sure.
(ominous music)
Take your time.
(tense music)
(ominous music)
(handcuffs clicking)
(Max sighs)
(handcuffs rattling)
Sarah?
- I promised you.
Good morning, my love.
- Good morning.
- It already feels so normal
to have breakfast together.
For almost a year,
we couldn't have.
- I don't know how we managed.
- Necessity.
- Yeah, yeah.
I hope you don't mind me
asking you a question.
- Mm-hmm?
- Did you ever have
that talk with Albert?
- Talk about what?
- About the night he hit you.
- Oh. Yes.
He, uh, he apologized.
Why are you asking me this?
- Mm.
I've just been thinking
about it a lot recently,
about the night he
hit you and, you know,
just how well you've
coped with Albert's death.
- What do you mean?
- Well, most people
would have crumbled
or fallen apart, but you-
- Can you pass me the bread?
- Sure.
But you, you've moved on
so strongly and so quickly.
(Sarah sighs)
Just-
- I grieve Albert's death
and part of me died with him.
Is that what you wanted to hear?
- No. I know that.
Look, I'm not trying to
accuse you of anything.
I am merely giving
you a compliment.
- Can we change the
subject? Please.
- Okay. Okay.
But just know, if you ever
want to talk to someone,
whatever that is,
I'm here for you.
- And that's why I love you.
Bon appetit.
(ominous music)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
Hey, Nicko. You
have two minutes?
- Nicko?
(ring tapping)
- Nicko McBrain, the
drummer of Iron Maiden?
- [Max] Of course you
can have two minutes.
(Sarah chuckles)
- I would like your
opinion on something.
I called it "Death
Surrounding Us."
- When did you do this?
- In my spare time over
the last few years.
- So that's it.
- You don't like it?
- No, no, I like it.
Like, it's a little bit morbid,
but it's very interesting.
- So what did you
mean by, "That's it"?
- Okay, I've seen
these pictures before
and I thought there
was some hidden story
you wanted to tell
me about them.
- [Sarah] Okay.
- I mean, this is great.
Look at it. What are you
gonna do with all this?
- I wanted to have
an exhibition,
but I think Polaroids
are just not enough.
- Why don't we digitalize it?
And we can project them and
scatter them around the room.
- [Sarah] Yes, and we could
play some music that set...
- Mm.
I've got some amazing
gossip for you.
- Tell me.
- You remember Abby?
- Of course. Who
can forget Abby.
- She just got married.
- That's great.
I'm happy for her.
I'm sure she got
herself a good man.
Talking about women, is
everything okay with Sarah?
- Oh my god, it's great.
It's better than, okay.
I've just learned that she has
a very particular personality.
- Mm-hmm.
- Dad, honestly,
you're gonna love her.
- So when do we get to meet her?
- I'll make a deal with you.
I'll talk to her
about this Sunday
if you have an extra space.
- Done.
- Done.
Uh-oh.
(switch clicks)
This is not sucking anymore.
- It must have filled up.
- Man, I hate doing this.
You know what? I
already do my house.
Why am I doing yours?
Seriously? I'm
cleaning two homes.
Wouldn't it be a lot easier
and maybe less tiring
if we only had to clean one?
Hmm?
- Not now.
I just...
It's just the first real moment
of freedom since I was born.
- What do you mean by that?
- Well, you know, I used
to be my father's slave,
and it's not just an expression,
and then Albert took me away
and I became, more or
less, another man's slave.
And he became more and
more like my father.
I know you're different,
you are different,
but I just want
to enjoy the time
of not being anybody's slave,
just to have a chance to say,
"My love, I feel like
being alone tonight.
I'll see you tomorrow."
(Sarah chuckles)
I don't want it to last forever,
but just a little longer.
(kiss smacks)
- Okay.
I get it.
I mean, I'll just have to
clean two houses, for now.
I don't love that.
(Sarah laughs)
What is it with this picture?
Seriously, it's like,
it's always kinda crooked.
You hiding a safe?
I mean, do we have...
Are we rich? Please
tell me that.
(ominous music)
(Max sighs)
(envelope rustles)
Sarah?
(body thuds)
What...
(Max groans)
(Max heavily breathing)
- I know you won't understand.
I really didn't want
it to end like this.
I wanted to be with
you all my life.
I really did.
(ominous music)
(knife rasps)
(Max groaning)
(Max heavily breathing)
- Why?
Why did you do this?
- You wouldn't shut up.
You'd go to the police
and they would arrest me.
And freedom, freedom is the
most important thing I have.
I've won it.
- Please.
Please help.
Help me, please.
- It won't take long.
(Max heavily breathing)
(ominous music)
- It's not over.
It's not over.
(ominous music)
(knife clangs)
(camera snaps and whirs)
(knife rasps)
(ominous music)
(body thuds)
(blood squelches)
(camera snaps and whirs)
(knife rasps)
(tense music)
(tense music continues)
(Max screams)
(knife clatters)
(Max groans)
(Sarah screaming)
(knife rasps)
(somber music)
(somber music continues)
(static crackling)
(gentle music)
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chimes)
(cellphone clicking)
(cellphone chimes)
(Sarah sighs)
(cellphone buzzing)
(tense music)
- Yes?
- We are Max's parents.
Sorry to bother
you, but is he here?
- No, Max is not here.
I haven't seen him
for a few days.
- Do you have any idea
where he might be?
- Mm.
- We' re very concerned.
- Come in.
- We haven't heard
from him in days.
He was supposed to
come to Sunday lunch,
but he didn't show up
and he didn't call us.
- Mm.
- His phone's always off.
His office says he's sick,
but he's not at home.
- Max and I got into
a fight a few days ago
and then he just left.
He texted me that he
needed some space.
- I know it's none
of my business,
but what was the fight about?
- Well, he wanted us
to move in together,
and, um, I was just not ready.
He was disappointed in that.
- I see.
- And you really have no
idea where he might be?
Please, help me.
It's just not like Max
to behave like this.
Something's happened to him,
I know it. I can feel it.
And I think I'm
going crazy here.
- I'm sure everything's fine.
I mean, he was very
angry when he left.
Maybe he did something stupid.
Maybe he left without
telling anyone.
Maybe he wants to be alone.
Max is a loner. He
loves his loneliness.
- That's true.
- [Mara] Mm.
- Don't worry, we'll
look for him together,
and when we find him,
we'll give him hell.
- Thank you.
You're a good girl.
(gentle music)
- Let's go.
- [Mara] Mm.
- Thanks.
- Mm.
- [Frank] If I don't hear
from him by tomorrow,
I'm gonna file a
missing persons report.
(door clacks)
(door thuds)
(wings fluttering)
(waves crashing)
My son would never
behave like this.
- Now, I understand what
you're saying Mr. Devenish,
but do you know how many
people walk away from home,
disappear from everything,
never want to be found?
- No. I don't know and
I don't really care.
That's not the case with my son.
Max is a well-balanced man.
He's got a good
job, a girlfriend.
He's not the type of guy who
just wakes up one morning
and decides to disappear
without a trace.
- Let me tell you a story.
(Frank sighs)
Four years ago,
a woman came in here to
report her husband missing.
A bank employee,
exemplary record,
married for eight years to
the woman he met at college.
Nice house.
Sports car.
So we set to work,
convinced that something
had actually happened
to a man who had it all.
So we checked his
expenses, his bank records,
his phone records, everything.
And do you know what
really happened in the end?
We tracked him down in Cuba.
His wife had left him when
she found him in a club
with a stripper
kissing him on the neck
and another one kissing him,
well, I won't tell you where.
(Frank chuckles)
He said he was taking
a vacation from life,
but he was gonna be
the man he always was.
Boom, and that's when it hit me.
Do you know why?
- No. But I'm sure you're
about to enlighten me.
- Because I realized that
anyone can want a break,
even a person who
has everything.
- Maybe, but
definitely not my son.
- [Mara] How did it go?
What did they tell you?
- That he's a grown man,
so it's easier to think
about voluntary departure.
- Why would he do that?
- I asked the same question.
They said people
do strange things.
- Are they going to do anything?
(Frank sighs)
- Need to get authorization
from the commander
to even start a missing
person investigation.
If the commander deems
it appropriate to do so,
they will check
his credit cards,
bank account, and try
to track him down.
They can also check whether
his phone is connected
to any cell towers.
- And what if the commander
doesn't authorize it?
(Frank sighs)
- I don't know.
(Frank sighs)
- I can't believe
this is happening.
(Sarah exhales)
(cellphone buzzing)
(Sarah sighs)
(cellphone buzzing)
(cellphone chimes)
- Hello?
- [Frank] It's Frank.
- Well, hi. Do you have
any news about Max?
- [Frank] No, but
I've just been told
they're gonna open
the investigation.
- Thank goodness.
- [Frank] I left your
number with them,
so they might contact
you.
- Oh, of course.
If I can be any help,
then it's gonna help me.
I just can't seem to get
off the couch these days.
- [Frank] Unfortunately,
there's nothing else we can
do.
Just have to be patient and
have faith in the police.
- Right.
- Let's keep in touch.
- Bye.
(Sarah inhales)
(Sarah exhales)
- How's she holding up?
- She's strong.
Very strong.
(car alarm chirps)
(police radio chattering)
They found Max's car.
- Any sign of Max?
- No.
- There's no news at all.
The hotel manager has complained
about his car being
sitting here for two weeks.
- Why would this car be here
for two weeks in
a hotel parking?
- I don't know. Maybe he
didn't want to pay the money.
- He's got money.
That's bullshit.
- Do you have CCTV cameras?
- No.
(gentle music)
(police radio chattering)
- Yeah, we found his car
at the train station.
He used his credit card to buy
a train ticket to Marseille,
several ATM withdrawals, which
almost cleared his account.
Do you know what that means?
It means exactly what
I told you last time.
Your son left voluntarily.
- Do we have proof that
he actually used it
to get to Marseille?
- Well, there's no way
we can verify that.
Sadly, he didn't take
the high speed line
where the seats are checked.
- Excuse me, what
exactly is your point?
Do you think it's
normal for someone
who wants to go to Marseille
to get on a regional train
that takes 20 hours to get there
instead of taking a faster train
that will take him there
in five or six hours?
- Yeah, well, actually,
that is weird.
But what did I
tell you last time?
People do strange things.
- You know what's strange?
It's that he leaves his backpack
and his computer in his car.
That's strange.
- Well, maybe he forgot it.
- The computer?
- Oh, people forget
the kids. It happens.
- Wow. (chuckles)
(Frank sighs)
What about the phone?
- Well, the phone
isn't connected to a
cell at the moment.
The last connection was
at the train station
a few weeks ago, near
where he parked his car.
He probably turned it
off and got on the train.
- So that's it?
You're done?
You're not gonna
look for him anymore?
- Well, I'm very sorry, Mr.
Devenish, but there's no reason
for me to continue
spending public money
on this investigation.
Your son's a grown man. He
took his money and he went.
There's no evidence of
any criminal activity.
It's all very linear.
But you know something?
- [Frank] What?
- There's a reason
he took a break.
Well, I'm sure he'll
turn up sooner or later.
(gentle music)
(door thuds)
(gentle music)
(tense music)
(Sarah heavily breathing)
(train rumbling)
(seagulls squawking)
- But we don't think
we can do anything.
(Frank sighs)
If you have any
ideas, let us know.
(keyboard clacking)
Okay.
Bye.
(telephone clatters)
- Was that Sarah?
- Yeah.
I forgot to call her.
She wanted an update.
I like that girl.
- [Frank] I don't.
- Why?
- I honestly couldn't tell you.
Just a feeling.
- Mm.
Well, think what you like.
I would have liked to have
her as a daughter-in-Law.
Why did he do it?
- I don't know.
- I'm his mother.
I would never have imagined
he would leave like this,
leaving everything behind.
- I wouldn't have
guessed that either.
Come on. Come on.
- Did you get in?
- No.
- Did you try my birthday?
Max once told me
he used my birthday
for some of his passwords.
(gentle music)
(keyboard clacking)
Any luck?
- I found the research he did
to buy the ticket to Marseille.
He also searched
Paris and Lyon first.
- How do you find these things?
- From his internet history.
- Mm. Mm.
- Listen, I was thinking about
what you were saying
about Max earlier.
- What?
- That you're his mother
and you'd never imagine
he'd leave like this.
- Yes. So what?
- Well, I feel the same way,
and yet when we first met Sarah,
she told us that maybe Max
had done something stupid,
like leave without
telling anyone.
- So what are you getting at?
- How did she know that?
- Well, she didn't know.
She was just
suggesting something.
- Oh, come on, that's too easy.
Too much of a coincidence.
- You think so? Really?
- Well, we're Max's parents.
We know him better than anyone.
- Frank, if you think
you know your sons
better than their own women do,
you're still a very naive man.
- Thank you.
(ominous music)
(clock ticking)
(dog barking)
(clock ticking)
(Frank sighs)
(gentle music)
(keyboard clacks)
(gentle music continues)
(ominous music)
- Anyway, it was a great shoot,
and Rick was the
best part of the day.
No, I'm gonna wait and
see if he calls me first.
Okay. Okay, I really gotta go.
I gotta take a
shower. I'm so tired.
See you tomorrow, okay?
Don't worry. Bye.
(shower running)
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
(ominous music)
(tense music)
(ominous music)
(door knocking)
(Sarah exhales)
Who is it?
- [Frank] Frank.
- Mr. Devenish. Did
something happen?
- No, no.
I'm sorry, I can
come back later.
- Oh, it's not a problem for me,
if you don't mind
seeing me in a bathrobe.
Come in.
- Thank you.
(door thuds)
- So what's going on?
- Nothing. Just wanted to
share a thought with you.
- Tell me.
- You know, at one point,
Max was afraid of you.
(Sarah chuckles)
- Afraid of me? (chuckles)
- Yeah.
Something about
your work upset him.
Is it possible that you
photographed dead animals?
- Oh. Yes, yes, that's right.
I was making an art project
and we wanted to
make an exhibition.
Max was helping me out.
But, no, no, he never said
anything like that to me.
- May I ask why you took
pictures of dead animals?
- Just came to me, that's all.
- Have you been working
on this for a long time?
- Yeah, for a while.
Why?
- Well, it's strange, odd.
- What?
- That you're a young woman
with a morbid taste for death
whose husband dies
in a tragic accident
and her next boyfriend
disappears shortly after.
- What does that mean?
- Don't you see a connection?
- No.
How does an art project tie
in with my husband's death?
And as for Max, it looks
like he decided to leave.
- Yeah. Yeah.
How did you know that?
- What are you talking about?
I didn't know anything.
- The first time I came here,
you told me that maybe Max
had done something stupid,
like leave without
telling anyone.
It would have never
occurred to me,
and yet that's exactly what
it seems to have happened.
How did you know?
- I didn't know. I just
said something random.
- You know something.
- What exactly are
you accusing me of?
- Two out of two is a bit
much, don't you think?
One dies and the
other one disappears.
What did you do?
- How dare you!
Yes, I've been unlucky,
as most of my life,
but that doesn't
make me a criminal.
- You're lying!
- I think you should leave now.
- What have you done to my son?
- Get out of my house!
Get out of my house!
You need to leave now!
Go.
(tense music)
(knife rasps)
(door clacks and thuds)
(television chattering)
(seagulls squawking)
(train horn wails)
(postcard rustles)
(ominous music)
Impossible.
(doorbell chimes)
- Can I come in?
- Sure.
Have a seat.
- No thanks.
- Any news on Max?
- [Inspector] No,
that's not why I'm here.
- Oh.
- Mr. Devenish,
what are you doing?
- What do you mean?
What's happened?
- You don't know anything?
- Last night, your
husband went to threaten
your son's girlfriend Sarah.
- What? What are you doing?
(ominous music)
- I didn't threaten her.
- Well, she showed up this
morning and said you scared her.
She doesn't want
to press charges,
but asked me to come
and talk to you.
- Frank.
Are you crazy?
- Mara, that girl
knows something.
She did something.
- And do you have evidence
to support this claim?
Look, I know you're upset,
but you can't go around
threatening people.
Do you understand?
- I didn't threaten her.
I asked her if she did
anything, that's all.
- Well, she told
me that you grabbed
her shoulders aggressively.
Did you?
- What did she do?
- Her husband dies
in an accident
and her new boyfriend
disappears shortly after.
Doesn't that sound
strange to you?
- Well, all life is strange.
Strange things happen, but
it doesn't mean anything.
- Do the police not teach you
that coincidences don't exist?
- They teach that to movie cops.
- [Mara] What happens
now?
- Well, if your husband
behaves himself,
then this ends here.
(Frank sighs)
- Okay.
- Fine. I'm going.
Don't make me come back.
But you know something?
That Sarah's a good girl.
- What were you thinking?
(tense music)
(seagulls squawking)
- Hi.
- Always keep me waiting.
(both laughing)
- Sorry.
(waves crashing)
(seagulls squawking)
So what did the customer
say about my pictures?
- Well, she says
she's not happy-
- Oh.
- And she wasted
a lot of money.
- Hmm, very cute.
- Yeah, a real madam.
(Sarah chuckles)
Seriously, she was very happy
and she says you're a very
talented photographer.
- What did you say?
- I told her I
already know that.
- Thank you.
- It's the truth.
- I want to take a picture.
Rick's first compliment.
- You're right, it has
to be immortalized.
- Mm-hmm.
(camera snaps)
(kiss smacks)
You shouldn't do that.
- I apologize.
- You don't look very sorry.
- Not even a little bit.
(ominous music)
(eerie music)
What happened?
(van rumbling)
(Sarah sighs)
Okay?
(ominous music)
You look like you saw a ghost.
(Sarah chuckles)
(liquid swishing)
(liquid swishing)
(ominous music)
(Sarah heavily breathing)
(tense music)
(crickets chirping)
(ominous music)
(door clicks and creaks)
(ominous music)
(Sarah heavily breathing)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(Sarah heavily breathing)
(people whispering)
(door slams)
(Sarah gasps)
(doorknob rattling)
(door slams)
(tense music)
(pills rattling)
(Sarah grunts)
(bottle clatters)
(Sarah heavily breathing)
(tense music)
(seagulls squawking)
- [Customer] I
told Rick yesterday
that you're very
talented.
- Thank you, but
with your products,
it's really easy to bring
out beautiful images.
- Maybe, meanwhile,
this is the first time
I've really been satisfied
with a shoot, so thank you.
- Thank you.
- I'll wait for the
layouts tomorrow, then?
- Great.
- Mm-hmm.
- See you tomorrow.
- See you tomorrow.
- Goodbye.
Well, that went well.
- More than well.
You were great.
You look a wreck.
(Sarah sighs)
What's going on?
- I didn't sleep
a wink last night.
- Oh, yeah? Anyone good-looking?
- No, not at all.
I just don't feel well
in the house anymore.
- Because of what
happened to your husband?
- When I get home, I
just get kinda scared.
I wish I just didn't
have to go back there.
- Do you have the chance
to take some time off?
Maybe get away for a little bit?
- I'm too busy. There's
so much going on.
- Everyone's finding
out how good you are.
- Yeah.
Okay, I gotta go.
Let's talk about the next
customer next week. Okay?
- Great. Take care of yourself.
- Yeah, yeah.
- I'm worried about you.
- Don't be. Bye.
- [Lucy] Bye.
(gentle music)
(gentle music continues)
(cellphone beeps and clicking)
- [Mother] Sarah. How are
you?
- Hi, Mom.
I'm okay.
- [Mother] Are you sure?
- Yeah, not really.
I've been having a
little trouble staying
home these nights
and I just feel
really uncomfortable.
Do you think I could come
over for a couple days?
- [Mother] Come here?
- Yeah.
- [Father] Sarah.
- Dad.
- [Father] You never
set foot in here again.
Understand?
- Yeah.
(cellphone beeps)
(seagulls squawking)
Thank you.
- You're full of surprises.
(Sarah chuckles)
- You weren't expecting my call?
- Absolutely not.
- Hmm.
- I was waiting for
the famous three days
before I called you back.
You know how it is. I'm a
guy who likes formalities.
- Yeah, but who invented
those formalities?
- Probably some arsehole.
- That's what I suspected.
(Rick chuckles)
(both chuckling)
- [Rick] You look tired.
- Yeah.
- Too much work or
too many lovers?
- Unfortunately, neither.
- A talented
photographer like you
should be working
hard these days.
- Yeah, I work hard all the
time, but it's never enough.
- Don't tell me you have no
lovers. I don't believe it.
- Well, you should.
- What a waste. Why is that?
- Maybe I got difficult taste.
- Probably, in fact.
Talented people usually have.
So tell me, what's your taste?
Do you want a drink?
- Uh, no. Thank you, I'm fine.
- Besides, I did all the hard
work myself. I need some food.
- Yeah, I saw the
sacrifice you made.
That was something.
You're a real hero.
- This morning, I never imagined
this day could go like this.
- I suppose that days
are full of surprises.
- That's true.
- Why do you still
stay in a hotel?
- I'm not still in a hotel.
I just booked this for us today.
- Why? I'd like to
see your apartment.
- Now that would have
been embarrassing.
My partner's in the apartment.
- You have a partner?
- Yeah. Come on, everyone knows.
- What do you mean everybody
knows? I didn't know.
- It's not a problem
for me anyway.
- Maybe not a problem for you.
- It's not a problem
for her either.
She's always on the road.
She's not a jealous woman.
- So why didn't we
go to your apartment
and fuck in front of her
while she was making dinner?
- Come on. Don't be like that.
We've got something
good going on here.
I understand it's
a bit of a shock,
but I'm sorry, I
thought you knew.
- You know what?
Don't worry about it.
- [Rick] Do you want
me to call you a cab?
- I'll do it myself.
- I'll call you tomorrow.
We can talk about it, okay?
- If you call me
tomorrow, I swear to you,
I'm gonna take a knife and
shove it down your throat.
Is that clear?
- Never make threats
you can't keep.
You'll lose credibility.
(ominous music)
(ring tapping)
(ominous music)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(suspenseful music)
(keys clattering)
(door slams)
(door clacks)
(door slams)
(keys clattering)
(dog barking)
(ominous music)
- [Narrator] The
central area of the city
has been embellished
by impressive
institutional buildings.
Stunning mansions owned
by nobleman of the time,
all revolving around
the Castel Nuovo,
what is now known
as Maschio Angioino.
The reason behind the
building of the castle,
however,
was not merely dictated
by a sense of aesthetics
but was rather a strong
and specific message
that the city of
Naples was giving
to the other European
monarchies, the area of
the...
(remote clatters)
(ominous music)
(clock ticking)
(knife clatters)
(ominous music)
(ominous music continues)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
(thunder crackles)
(electricity buzzes)
(ominous music)
(electricity buzzes)
(thunder crackles)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(ring tapping)
(light switch clicking)
(ring tapping)
(cellphone beeping)
(thunder rumbling)
(ring tapping)
(knife rasps)
(thunder rumbles)
(thunder crackles)
(thunder crackles)
(static crackling)
(Sarah screams)
(keys clattering)
(tires squealing)
(car rumbling)
(Sarah sighs)
(Sarah grunts)
(Sarah heavily breathing)
(car rumbling)
(ominous music)
(car humming)
(thunder crackles)
(ominous music)
(footsteps crunching)
(ominous music)
(thunder crackles)
(shovel rasping)
(dirt rustling)
(tense music)
(shovel clatters)
(tense music)
(gun clicks)
- Sarah.
So this is where you buried him.
- Who are you?
- I'm John.
I'm Max's twin brother.
- So it was you.
- Always me.
- I always knew it was you.
If you were innocent,
you'd have told someone
about the postcard or tried
to stop John on the street.
- What about the necklace?
- We bought one each, together.
We always wear it.
The one you found tonight,
on your table, was mine.
You confused?
Anything else you want to know?
The tapping of the ring?
Did that drive you
crazy? Because it
drove me fucking crazy!
- What about the message in
the mirror in the bathroom?
How's that even possible?
- What are you talking about?
- How did you do that?
- Come on, let's go.
- Go where?
- The police station.
We have everything we need
and we can't wait to
see you locked up.
- No!
(shovel clangs)
- No!
(Sarah screams)
(gun fires)
(shovel clanging)
(shovel thuds)
(John groans)
(shovel clatters)
(tense music)
(Sarah grunting)
(shovel thudding)
(shovel thudding)
(John screaming)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(gun fires)
(thunder rumbles)
(shovel clatters)
(ominous music)
(John heavily breathing)
(thunder rumbles)
(rain pattering)
(thunder crackles)
(flies buzzing)
(birds chirping)
(somber music)
- It's so sad.
I was devastated when I thought
he'd ran away somewhere.
But at least I thought he
was okay and having a life.
- We always knew something
had happened to him.
At least now we for
grave to come to.
- More importantly,
he can rest in peace.
(birds chirping)
You know, even with
everything that happened,
something just doesn't
sit right with me.
Sarah, she mentioned she
saw writing or a message
in the mirror or a picture?
I don't know.
I mean, I know what we did,
but what do you
think it could be?
- Come on, John.
That girl was crazy.
Maybe she was hallucinating.
- Maybe.
(ominous music)
(footsteps clicking)
- Inspector, I found these.
The girl was taking
antipsychotics.
- Okay. Are we done yet?
- Practically finished, sir.
- Good. Let's go
back to the station.
- All right.
(footsteps clicking)
- Are you finished?
- [Policeman] Yes, ma'am.
(tense music)
(camera snaps and whirs)
(ominous music)
(gentle music)
(music ends)