Dr. Sander's Sleep Cure (Dr. Sanderi uneteraapia)

- Thank you for purchasing this tape,

crafted to aid you with sleeping disorders

and ensure a restful night.

If you are listening to this,

it means you have exhausted your usual methods.

Counting sheep, meditation, and masturbation.

This is insomnia.

Insomnia is a serious concern that if neglected,

can lead to emotional distress, mental and physical decline,

various forms of madness, and even death.

So, what makes this treatment method special?

It's all about you.

In your dreams, you can be whoever you wish,

be your own hero.

Now, feel your eyelids grow heavy,

and let the rhythm of my voice

serenade you into a state of pure relaxation.

And soon enough, you'll awaken rejuvenated,

and filled with positive vitality.

Now, attune your inner vibrations

to the serenity of silence.

Often, all it takes to gracefully drift into sleep

is soothing, relaxing music.

Are you prepared? Or perhaps you're already snoring.

Just kidding.

Here we go.

There.

The orchestra is playing.

I'm sure that will make it easier.

I don't know.

Oh, come on!

You'll be able to fool everyone.

- But I don't want to fool anyone.

- Dr. Fabricius said that you need to get out at one point,

and I agree with him.

I wish I hadn't come.

Oh, nonsense!

Oh, there.

That's the song you like so much.

Oh, come on in before it's over.

Welcome back, Miss Bea.

Miss Bea.

We have sorely missed you.

I have your old table reserved, if you would.

Some champagne to start with?

Yes, please

Relax, Bea.

Look at them.

They all know.

They all long for something to happen.

Nothing will happen.

I'm sorry, I can't.

Fight it.

Bea, fight it.

Perhaps it was too early,

but you've shown immense improvements during the last month.

You're fooling the both of us.

Oh, come now!

In time, you will learn to control it.

I don't want to control it.

I want to be free at last.

Doctor...

Be honest with me.

Can you cure me?

To be honest...

I'm not even sure your problem lies

within the capabilities of psychiatry.

- Are you finally ready to call this problem

by its proper name?

A curse.

- I'm confident all you need is a good, long rest.

Why not leave town for a while?

It irritates you, doesn't it?

Gives you a headache.

Can't wait for me to go.

It's just...

I've never been much of a music lover.

Spare me the explanation.

I will go.

Perhaps we'll meet.

Perhaps.

"Nora dear,

I know now that this torment will never end.

I brought this on myself, and I would need to end it.

Don't look for me. You won't find me.

Let this curse die with me."

Yes?

Sorry, miss.

An unscheduled stop.

We appear to be snowbound.

For how long?

I really don't know, Miss.

It may take a while.

Look, I have a request.

Of course, Miss.

This letter...

Could you post it somewhere very far?

At the terminus.

Yes, of course, but why?

What is this place?

- It used to be a very popular ski resort.

A hotel?

Yeah, many years ago.

I really don't know how they manage now though.

Do you know that new, posh resort up the road

one hour away from here?

With all the nightclubs and concert halls,

luring the rich people.

I really don't know.

But, but, but...

But you're not planning to get off here, Miss?

- This might be my final destination.

- But, the darkness! And the snow, Miss!

Miss?

May I also see today's paper?

Seems to be interesting.

Anything else, Miss?

Perhaps some more wine.

What the heck...

Bring me the whole bottle.

Is Miss quite sure?

It's getting rather late.

Ooh, la la.

Afraid you'll have to carry me to bed?

Really, Miss?

Comedy music?

Look, I'm sorry.

I can't control it.

Honestly, I meant no offense.

None taken, I'm sure.

Hello?

Excuse me.

Sir?

Do you hear it?

Do you?

I hear nothing, Miss.

Exactly.

Silence.

But how can that be?

Why shouldn't that be?

- I had forgotten how beautiful it is.

I haven't heard it for a year.

I'm glad that you enjoy it.

It's all I ever hear.

How I envy you.

But what do you mean?

A bomb, in Guernica.

You were fighting in Spain?

- Should have killed me, but didn't.

Took my hearing though.

You...

You're deaf?

As a stone, Miss.

But how could you...

I get that a lot.

It's not very difficult to read lips

once you've had time to train.

So, you don't hear?

Absolutely nothing.

- But how can it be that in your vicinity...

What?

My name is Miss Clement.

Perhaps you've heard of me.

I'm afraid I made headlines on several locations.

Oh, yes. Miss Clement.

The heiress to the Clement millions.

The girl who spooked the horses at Ascot.

Animals don't like me.

"The devil's mistress."

Ever since-

- Ever since the composer, Ronier, your...

You can say it.

My abusive lover.

He was killed, wasn't he?

Yes.

Shot.

By you.

- It was ruled self-defense. I thought...

I thought I was free.

But since that date,

as if his blood infected me with his devilish music,

it became his curse and my punishment.

Who are you?

No one, really.

My dreams of being a violinist shattered in Guernica.

What's your name?

I'm Damian.

I'm Bea.

I don't know how this is possible, but...

But with you, I feel free of this endless Dance Macabre.

- I would love to hear that music...

But I can't let you go.

I need you to give me silence, forever.

I'd gladly share it with you.

Are you staying here?

In the cheapest room.

Would you...

Stay with me tonight?

If you want me to.

I want you to.