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- But you can't play, dear friend.

- What do you know about that?

Don't look so sad. It'll all work out

fine in the end... I'm right here!

Sorry, I keep forgetting

you can't see me.

But I can see you.

It all looks very nice.

It'll be great

when you can play again.

But you have to come back

and pick up your talent.

Right?

What?

You have my talent?

You've taken my ability to play?

I can't play thanks to you?

I'm so sorry. It's a mistake.

My chef wanted to clean it

to make it perfect for this evening.

It was meant to be a surprise.

I've got it right here.

Well, in a small jar in my kitchen.

In a jar? You sick f***!

Is that what this is all about?

- Ruining me?

- Absolutely not. On the contrary.

You only have to pick it up,

and everything will be great.

Right?

I see.

How do I get across?

Through K-Bar?

Well, it's never as easy

the second time. But listen...

You'll find a small piano on Strget.

Play for exactly two minutes.

For two minutes exactly. Then you

can enter through the nearest toilet.

- You must be raving mad!

- Manners, please! It's not that bad.

- A little concert for the people...

- But I cannot play!

True, it won't sound beautiful,

but it's only two minutes.

- What do...

- I must be off. I'll see you later.

I'm not playing. Not a single note!

Hello...?

F***!

I forgot something.

It'll only take a second...

What the hell is going on?

You hear me?

- Hello? Anyone home?

- I hear you, dammit.

You may catch your breath,

and then off you go! Okay?

Exciting, isn't it? Last minute

preparations before the great event.

- Where's Mr. Zetterstrm?

- He was here a minute ago.

He will be here for the concert,

right?

He does the playing himself, right?

Well, you never know...

- He's bloody strange!

- That remark is totally unacceptable.

You're right. Of course.

Sorry! I'm sorry.

- I don't handle pressure very well.

- No, you don't.

Damn!

You f***ing piss-ant!

Damn you!

Please take your boy.

I need to play the piano.

He'll be done in a moment.

He's so fond of playing.

- Get him off. I need the piano.

- He'll lose interest in a minute.

Take him! I need to use it now!

It's very important.

Come on, darling. That big,

stupid man wants to play the piano.

- Come on, get away...

- Don't do that!

Come, darling.

- I'm sorry.

- That's OK. You're going down.

Excuse me?

Yes?

- I'm looking for Magstrde.

- Sorry?

I'm looking for Magstrde.

It's supposed to be around here.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

What are you saying?

I'm trying to...

Where do I find Magstrde?

I don't...

Magstrde.

21B Magstrde.

- Oh, Magstrde!

- Yes, goddammit! Magstrde!

You're looking for Magstrde?

Magstrde?

- Magstrde.

- Magstrde is right over there.

- It's this way.

- Where's Tom?

This way, please.

In here.

Go to the top floor.

- Get down.

- Five more steps.

Damn!

You love me.

Isn't that true?

You know I do,

but get down now.

And I love you?

- Is that a question?

- Yes.

Why are you doing this?

- I want to know your thoughts.

- You know them.

No, I don't.

I don't know what you think.

I don't know what you feel.

Do you believe me

when I say I love you?

I don't know.

It's not that I think you're lying,

but it's not the same as knowing.

I don't know.

- Fascinating, isn't it?

- What the hell's going on?

A little incident.

That was me.

What's going on?

Stop this,

and tell me what's going on.

- A little incident.

- Stop bullshitting me!

What is it you want? This

whole place has got to do with me.

It's all related to my past,

which you have taken from me.

Yes, it may seem so,

but it need not be the whole truth.

The truth is that I know nothing

thanks to you and the Zone.

You're making progress. You know

you don't know everything you should.

Or "remember"

might be closer to the truth.

Impressive, isn't it?

Why the hell are you doing this?

Zetterstrm, you're right. Your past

is here, but you never used it.

We haven't robbed you of anything,

but why should it go to waste?

Your memories are fully functionable,

but you had no use for them.

I don't need your explanations!

I want my memories back.

- You want them back?

- Yes! I want them back.

I'm a pianist.

It's my life, for God's sake.

You can start by giving me back

my ability to play... from that jar.

- Jar?

- Yes! And I want it now!

- Yes... I see.

- Stop that...!

I've got a concert in 30 minutes,

and I want it now!

You mean f***ing spastic!

- I dare say...

- Is that what you need...?

- Zetterstrm, really...

- What have I done?

You're on your way.

Towards the goal!

Proceed straight ahead.

Down to the mirror,

and it's the door on your right.

If you think you've broken me,

you're wrong. It takes a lot more.

- I just want what is mine.

- I'm afraid you must take it yourself.

How?

How often do you get

a second chance in life?

Rarely or never.

But you're getting one now.

I think it's time you straighten out

your life, Mr. Zetterstrm.

The clock's ticking... even in here.

Hello.

- How do I get to the canal?

- You want to go there? It's far.

Far? But there are only

three streets in this f***ing...

Sorry.

- How do I get to the canal?

- Through the back door, I suggest.

- And then what? Where will I be?

- Here.

And you are going there.

Have you learned to accept

your mistakes, little Zetterstrm?

- Not really.

- You must learn to trust others.

Trust me to send you in the right

direction and not out of the Zone.

Well?

What will you do?

You're okay.

I love you.

And I love you.

Do you know that?

I do.

It just took me a while to know.

A long time. Too long.

I'm sorry.

That's okay...

That's okay.

Come on...

What the hell's going on?

Where am I?

- Right here.

- But Andrea...

- Forget it, old boy. She's gone.

- No, she's here.

- So you know who she is?

- Of course I know who she is.

Good.

That was that, then.

- Bring her back here.

- I can't.

Anything's possible here.

Bring her back!

I really can't. What you saw was

your memory. You've got it back.

- She's in there.

- Bring her back!

But she's not here.

Surely you can understand that.

- But what now... now that I regret?

- It's a bit late for that, I'm afraid.

So what do I do now?

Well, you can go back to your music,

if that's what you want.

Take care.

Play well.

There he goes,

our little Zetterstrm.

Should we pity him? I'm probably not

the right person to answer that.

I don't think we can afford to forget.

But maybe that's just me.

But it hasn't been

totally wasted on Zetterstrm -

- for in a moment he'll be playing the

most beautiful concert in his career.

All screens are taken down,

and his music attaches feelings -

- to what many people perceived

as cold and impersonal:

Our very own Zone.

For that we thank you, Zetterstrm.

That was all.

Good night.

Dansk Video Tekst

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