Marieke, Marieke Page #2

You remember?

No.

You lived here when you were little.

Impossible.

They destroyed our old apartment

a long time ago.

Who told you that?

My mother.

Look.

Wait.

You remember something now?

No.

I was eight when my daddy died.

Then we left.

How is your mother?

Did she find herself a new love?

She'd rather die, I think.

I had hoped time

would heal the wounds, but...

Did you read your dad's book?

That book frightens me.

It gives me nightmares.

I wished I could have talked

about it with him...

He wasn't there anymore.

Sometimes I do talk to him.

He's still there...

deep inside of me.

My mother always did

as if he never even existed.

She didn't understand.

Daddy, you're so cold.

Thanks, daddy.

Harry...

I don't want you to love me.

Just treat me

like all the other women.

All the others?

I loved each and every one.

At least until morning.

No, that's not the way

it worked for me, Marieke.

I had to love them,

and to be loved by them.

I'm too old for you.

Kiss me.

We won't meet for a few weeks.

- Why?

I have to go to the hospital...

An old man's problem.

We'll always meet again.

As long as you'll come to see me.

Where have you been?

This is not a hotel.

Please, mum,

I'm not a child anymore.

I met Jacobi Stern yesterday.

He came to the shop.

It was funny.

He loved my chocolates.

Is it true he was dad's best friend?

- You keep away from him.

You don't know him.

He did nothing for us.

He showed me our old apartment.

The one you pretended was destroyed.

Why can we never talk about dad?

I want my own life now.

What life?

It's as if you died with him.

Why does she stay here all the time?

- Eric!

Don't look.

Who's that man?

Vladimir...

He came for chocolate...

and a few weeks later

he was in my arms.

There's something so strange

about them...

Everybody thinks old is ugly...

but on your pictures,

they're so different.

You make them beautiful.

Why don't you try it too?

- Me? Old guys?

Never.

When a man realizes he hasn't much time left,

it changes everything.

Every moment can be his last.

It feels so precious.

I prefer to feel precious whith someone

whose heart is still beating.

Come on, your turn.

Look up.

Don't move.

What happened with that old guy

in the shop yesterday?

It seemed to be your type.

No, too cold.

Younger guys are warmer.

- And more boring.

You don't know what you're missing.

- Neither do you.

Show me.

No, not like that.

Not like that!

Stupid c*nt.

Can I stay?

- Come in.

You want some eggs?

- No.

You have a hangover?

- Stop it, you're not my mother.

Want another coffee?

Please, stay.

- Look what your friend has done now.

I'm out of here.

What did you do to my toy?

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