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My mother not home.

At work.

Sema? Who is it?

May I come in?

Leave it open, please.

Here are all the papers.

Wait, please, wait.

I bring them...

We have the work-visa.

I'm Deniz Uner.

Everything is signed...

- Mama, he doesn't speak German.

Who is he?

Why did you let him in?

He's the one they were filming

here yesterday.

I told him you weren't home.

Ask him what he wants.

In what language?

Tell your mother that I just want

to see the apartment, that's all.

I speak English. A little.

In Turkey I worked in hotel.

So I give you landlord address,

you must talk with him.

No, no, lady, you can relax,

I just want to see the apartment.

I used to live here a long time ago.

Lucky man,

got out of here...

Sema, quiet!

Sorry... I'm sorry.

It was so much bigger.

Apartment was cut.

My husband...

He disappeared.

We come here to look for him.

"Stoller Furniture"

Is clean.

How long since you was here?

39 years.

39 years...

She told you he disappear

and you believe her?

It's a lie.

What's the truth?

He doesn't love us.

Me especially.

He never loved me...

Like everybody...

Can we go, boss?

You have reached

the Stoller family.

Please leave a message

and we'll get back to you.

Hi, call me...

Good morning.

- Good morning...

Good morning Mr. Stoller,

sorry we're late...

You smoke too much, my friend.

Not good for the blood pressure.

- Thank you.

Doctor, may I talk to you?

As a friend.

- Please.

Good morning...

Do you know where I can hire

an investigator?

An investigator?

- Yes.

Are you in trouble?

- No, no, it's...

for somebody I would like to help.

I want to talk to you.

Who owns that konditorei?

- Who?

I don't understand.

- I want to help you.

Help? How?

I want to hire an investigator.

- Why?

To find your husband.

But why you want to help us?

You shouldn't look a gift horse

in the mouth.

What do you want in return?

Want?

There's nothing here that I want

or that I need.

Forget that I was here.

This was a mistake.

Goodbye.

OK... I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Please, come in.

But I don't have to look

in your mouth, right?

And then, without warning,

the letters stopped coming.

We never heard from him anymore.

Everyone I tried to talk to

did not know where he was.

You like it sweet?

- Yes.

I had to come here,

look for him.

That was more than

one years ago.

I went to police,

I talked to his friends,

at his work...

Nothing.

Thank you.

- Nothing...

Your daughter is convinced

that your husband ran away.

Her imagination works overtime.

Children don't imagine things

like that without a good reason.

She's not easy child.

She never was.

I wasn't an easy child either.

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