Now I can see.
My dear son, death is but a veil of smoke.
You just need to stretch your hand through it.
And then you will find the ones you love.
This is where I found her.
- Hey. - Good morning.
Hey. I'm Stellan, your mentor.
- Eva. - Okay.
I'll show you around.
- Come on in. - Thank you.
So... This one is for the library.
This is for the museum. It gives you access 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
- And this is for the coffee maker. - Thank you.
Ancient medical art.
From Renaissance.
We have some texts in the library
about precolumbian shamanistic medicine.
Actually, I'm researching 18th-century medicine.
- I know. I wanted to show you the baby. - Okay...
Do you see that?
I don't have time to show you the 18th century,
but you will find it yourself at the end of the corridor. Okay?
Good.
Eve, what are you doing?
Where are you going? Sit down. We're not done talking yet!
What are you going to do? Answer!
Answer! Look at me!
Do not touch me!
The test results indicate that the treatment is a strain on your heart,
something that's a complication, given your condition.
You took a big risk by moving here, you know.
- Now I'm here. - You are, yes.
- Hi! - I have donuts. And coffee!
Come here.
I'm sorry about yesterday. I was stressed and in a hurry.
Don't be. You don't have to take care of me.
Let me see...
You graduated with high marks
at the medical faculty of Leiden University.
Your dissertation was about the application of biotechnology in oncology.
You became a surgeon before you made the difficult decision to drop everything,
and the cases of an 18th-century physician
to study in a remote district of Prussia.
What's so weird about that?
You have to admit that your resume is quite unusual.
May I ask you something? Why Dr. anmuth?
I want to investigate why doctors don't listen to patients anymore.
When did patients' sensations of their own bodies become irrelevant?
It wasn't until the 1800s, and perhaps Anmuth's work proves it.
See the museum 's anatomical models from the 18th century. They are perfect.
At that time great advances were made in the study of the human body.
They could mimic it in great detail.
But at the same time, doctors no longer saw patients as people,
and instead they began to focus only on the physical body.
The body has become an object, a playing field.
Why did we cross the skin barrier?
I want to show you something. come.
- Now? - Yes.
This is the most precious book in the collection. Please.
Hundreds of personal accounts of Anmuth's patients, written down by him.
There is no comparable book on doctor-patient relationships.
It's unique.
I'm trying to find examples where cases from this book...
appear in his correspondence with officials and others.
There must be a connection somewhere, but I haven't found it.
- You may think you know it. - Yes...
- Excuse me. - Is everything OK?
- Yes. - Eva?
- Are you OK? - Yes!
I was worried about you. Because you ran away last.
- Do they have names? - Yes.
- What? - This is Alexander.
- A boy. - Yes.
This is Tina.
It's okay.
I wonder where they would go if there wasn't a roof here.
She's close. She's about to find me.
She's a few pages away from where we all come from.
18 april 1729.
My young servant Maria was about to give birth.
Her dreams about it were very clear.
She was in pain, so I gave her red coral powder. But the pain increased.
I usually didn't assist with deliveries. But because I loved Mary,
I helped the midwife who arranged for Maria to give birth in the barn, -
-as the situation required quick action and some discretion.
I'm fine, Mary.
It goes well.
This is not a child.
Maria...
I do not get it. Mary ate well, not like women who have nothing to eat.
Ga ...
It goes well.
If nature repels the contents of the womb before the time is right, -
- it's called abortion, from the Greek.
As when the buds of vines
fall off before new shoots grow.
Maria's dreams show a very different scenario:
A normal but unwanted pregnancy.
Dreams can sometimes lead a doctor astray.
Elizabeth von Ouerbach, wife of the governor of Tecklenburg,
proved this to me a few years ago.
I felt my heart pound, my blood rushing violently.
Everything was red and swirling.
And then I collapsed... exhausted.
Your dream sounds more like that of a pregnant woman...
...than as a woman with a fever.
I don't think that's possible.
My husband is very ambitious and full of duty.
The years pass as if it were one day, for a professional soldier.
An officer must first think about the future of the kingdom,
and then to his family.
I have learned to accept that.
Although I grew up in a family more committed to the art of writing
than the art of warfare.
Maybe that's why my dreams are so unusual.
" Quince and pomegranate only grow in the spring ..."
"Streams of water in the virgin gardens of young girls",
"and grape blossoms bloom in the shade of the shoots of the vines."
"But for me there is no season in which love is silent..."
A part of me has been left in her rooms ever since.
Put that down. There...
You wanted to speak to me, Mr. Langwer?
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for coming, ma'am.
Well, I've wanted to tell you this for a while.
Master Günter is very gifted. He needs a lot of attention
especially considering his Latin and philosophy studies.
Therefore it would be appropriate if the young master Valentin
would have another teacher.
I don't see the connection.
Then I can devote myself exclusively to Master Günter.
His level of study requires more effort.
Valentin, what do you think?
I'm happy, Mom, because the teacher stinks.
Your advice is valuable, Mr. Langwer.
Günter's progress gives me great joy.
And as you can see, young Valentin agrees. We are looking for a new teacher.
It is a pleasure that my humble wish is being respected, ma'am.
And as for you, Master Valentin, you must study without distractions.
- The candles are lit. - To welcome you home, Heinz.
Thank you, Elizabeth, but I'm only here a short time.
Then your visit is all the more important. I have to tell you something.
- Your third son will be born this summer. - That fills me with joy, Elizabeth.
I will hire a new doctor to help Johan Anmuth.
A fit young man to take over some of his patients.
And now, after this wonderful news, he will take care of you during your delivery.
But... Johan helped me when our two sons were born.
This family can no longer receive the care of Johan Anmuth.
I beg you, Elizabeth... Don't doubt my decision.
My child is fine.
What?
My child is fine. He's at the tree.
- What are you talking about? - Don't be sad.
It's not blood anymore, it's juice.
Mary, do you not understand that by speaking thus,
you make everything that is said about you credible?
They talk to me, the ones they call dead.
Mary, they are called dead because they are no longer alive.
Then I don't know what they are, but they talk to me.
Valentin?
- Who brought you here? - Mary.
Did she do that?
It's good to see you.
You have grown.
- Who is it? - That's me.
Thank God I thought it was me!
Let's take a look at ourselves and see if we can take a picture of the two of us.
Günter, watch.
General Von Ouerbach. Take a seat.
What is the reason for this visit?
Unfortunately, there is some unrest in Tecklenburg.
And with turmoil, rumors begin. The fruits of ignorance and superstition.
The rumors are about suspected witchcraft
with a curse that prevents women from giving birth normally.
Your bloodletting is said to be ineffective.
Some of the more foolish rumors claim
that the bloodletting is the instrument of the curse.
It's all bullshit, and we certainly shouldn't confirm it,
but rumors can be dangerous and inappropriate.
You must have heard the rumor that your servant,
or the "witch" as the common people call her,
was pregnant with your child, but she gave it up for your benefit.
I would never believe in something so absurd. Mary is like a daughter to me.
I have known you for many years, Anmuth, and I trust your integrity.
You have carefully cared for my family.
But I'm sorry to say
I am very sorry that you have chosen to care for Maria.
Her family could barely fend for themselves , let alone an extra child.
I have no doubts about my decision.
Can you ask your son not to play with my instruments?
Günter!
I understand your motives, Anmuth,
but I have a responsibility to
the citizens and His Majesty King Fredrik Vilhelm.
These rumors must be eradicated.
Superstitions gnaw at people's minds . It is a worm that weakens us.
The great road we're building,
will lead to a new era in our small province.
In the end we become part of Prussia, not just a distant echo.
We need peace. That's why I hired a new doctor to help you:
Nils Lindgren, a gifted young man from Sweden,
which has the great esteem of the court.
With such steps you build the future of a kingdom.
The court may find it inappropriate for a general's family to be in your care.
At least, as long as the rumors circulate.
You no longer have to come to our residence.
Lindgren will take care of my wife and my children.
Günter!
Everything is normal. You don't have to worry.
Goodbye madam.
Johan Anmuth is said to have prescribed red coral powder .
Yes I know. But now it is not necessary.
I demand an explanation of your method. You touched my wife.
Please trust my methods.
Only by examining the body can we see disease or health in it.
It may seem thoughtless, perhaps unholy.
But the truth is that doctors are explorers.
The virgin territory is the human body, which hides a universe.
So like you, we are boldly breaking new ground.
Do not speak of courage to me.
I would gladly believe you, but not at the expense of my wife.
Not meant to hurt, but to do my duty with a clear conscience,
do I have to follow the procedures I believe in.
I am not concerned with the patient 's stories , but with their organs,
and how they work, subcutaneously.
I don't know whether you are extraordinarily bold or extraordinarily wise.
Sir.
- Too deep. He will lose too much blood. - We need to cauterize the wound.
I do it! Give me the iron.
Please.
millet seeds!
Finished.
It was right to cut under the knee.
It keeps the blood flowing and it eliminates bad blood.
Elisabeth, even the ground I walk on, feels uncertain.
Women no longer give birth as nature demands.
Mary is one of them.
She talks about the dead as if they were seeds to be planted.
She feels that the earth is a womb that nourishes all the children who have died.
Should such thoughts gain any confidence?
Or be dismissed as dangerous nonsense?
- Hi! I couldn't stop reading. - You're back.
Thanks for letting me take the letters home.
- It's okay. - Yes.
Look. Finally we scan the book and the letters.
And then, using an algorithm,
we can locate and search events, places and names.
And then we compare the two sources.
On the one hand we have the letters, the events as they happened.
And then we have the book in its narrative form.
The letters are incredible. They put Anmuth's work in a new light.
It's like studying anatomy through poetry.
The book is the skin on the outside, the letters are the beating heart.
You don't know what you're getting into.
Let's meet at the agreed place, as before.
I doubted whether I would come.
I wanted to know how you feel.
I understand you are working side by side with another doctor.
Elizabeth, there's nothing you can do.
My husband is not your enemy.
I think I should stop being a doctor.
I'm pregnant.
A month has passed since the last menstrual period.
He is born in the summer. Yes, a boy.
I feel it, as I did before.
I want you to take care of me. I want you as my confidante.
- I can not do that. - Johan...
I have to go.
How's Valentina?
Well... he always has his head in the clouds.
He has such a beautiful mind.
Valentin!
Stay away from my son!
Never leave my side again! That's an order!
- Why do you want to cut down the tree? - The road goes through here.
New...
Shut up, witch, or I'll deal with you with my own hands!
If you are unable to provide for your own servant, I will.
That witch leads Valentin astray. Do you understand?
Spending time with her is the last thing my son needs.
The boy is easy to influence.
His fantasy poses a threat, as does his mother's.
Sometimes I barely recognize him. He is feeble-minded.
I don't understand what he thinks.
Everything seems so... elusive.
What seems difficult for you to understand,
is just out of reach for Valentin .
Have you ever tried to observe an object through binoculars?
If one gets too close, it becomes blurry, confusing, dreamlike.
Try to observe the same object from a distance,
then you see it taking shape and becoming clear.
Valentin looks there, far away.
While you only see what you trample with your feet.
Learn to look through binoculars, Heinrich von Ouerbach,
then you will see your son clearly.
A part of me has been left in her rooms ever since.
I'm trying to understand why Anmuth was replaced by a younger doctor.
And why did Ouerbach, his sponsor, stop supporting his research?
It reveals the transition from ancient medicine to modern medicine.
The young doctor, who studied in Halle, had a new approach to medicine.
He crossed a border. While Anmuth represented the past.
He did not believe in touching the patient's body.
He trusted their stories,
and in the fact that their souls affected the body.
We need to investigate the letters further. There must be something there.
Can't we talk about it over a glass?
Hey! I ordered a whiskey for you.
Thank you.
Thank you. Good evening. How are you?
Now let's go jamming! Tonight is the Velvet Underground tribute. Volunteers?
I want to sing.
- Do you know "Candy Says"? - Of course. You sing, we follow.
"Candy Says".
candy says
I've come to hate my body
And everything that is needed in this world
candy says
I would like to know completely
what others talk about so discreetly
I'm going to see the blue birds fly
over my shoulder
I'm going to blue...
What do you think I would see?
if i could run away from...
You can now go home.
Your girlfriend is sleeping. She's okay. You should get some rest.
Thank you.
Welcome back.
Here.
I hardly need to tell you that
fainting is a symptom of your condition.
But if you're careful, we can keep it under control.
You also face a difficult choice.
Promise me you'll decide soon.
Come on in.
- Hi. - Hi.
You're not the first woman to pass out in my arms, you know.
No flowers?
I have something else with me.
- Sorry. - No not necessary.
I don't feel like talking about it.
I know I shouldn't give you this.
But I had to.
- I have to go. - Okay.
See you later.
Thank you.
Day.
Maria.
Maria?
Maria, is something bothering you?
Yes, yes... You can sit there, Ludwig.
Why are you so sad?
My mother is dying.
Let me be clear that I don't believe in this nonsense,
and I can't imagine where you got it.
But I will visit your mother.
She may be irresponsible, but she's really unlucky.
But you can no longer make a home visit.
You may not see it, but Lindgren follows you like a shadow.
To hell with Lindgren.
Maria, I'm sorry, but your mother passed away.
I saw it in the mirror.
I want you to rest today. Don't do any work.
Have you wondered who has the right to be in your book?
The officer and his wife will always be remembered thanks to the portraits in court.
Ouerbach will be remembered as a benefactor, despite what he has done and will do!
The dead, like my mother and my child, will disappear into thin air.
In these times it is more important to talk about the dead than about the living.
Don't take people's minds away.
- Talk about the living and the dead! - Calm down, Maria.
Nobody listens to me!
I will die without a trace , for I have no history.
Tell my story and the story of the dead.
Give us the soul we deserve.
Maria, I forbid you to leave the house!
Sabbath lunch with the Chief of Medicine. I don't believe I promised to come.
You did.
- It's fun here. - Yes.
Well, this is the first time.
- Must be your girlfriend's influence. - dr. Morgan, this is Eve.
- A pleasure. - Nice to meet you. Come on in.
- L'chaim! - L'chaim!
Dus Eva ...
I understand that you have a research scholarship at the university. In which subject?
I was an oncologist in the Netherlands,
and now I want to examine the history of medical art.
Interesting.
Real? What a huge waste. Why would you want that?
Are we doomed to do the same for the rest of our lives?
Of course not. Not if you're dealing with illness.
I didn't mean to offend you. But why immerse yourself in the past...
rather than face the challenges of modern medicine?
Wondering how far scientific progress should go?
- I think Eva wants to say... - Eva can defend herself.
You have to think about the future
and how to deal with the real problems we face.
I like to ask questions about the present, the past and the future,
because I want to know what made us who we are.
I know exactly what I'm doing. But that's my own business.
Usually such lunches with professors are boring, -
- but I find this very entertaining.
You sound like an old married couple.
- You were brilliant today. - That wasn't my intention.
Usually I try to keep it calm and not get into a discussion too early.
I like to watch it a little,
before jumping in with the deciding point towards the end .
Why hold back at all?
Then I can fool myself
thinking I know how to do things.
Superficially it's like surfing...
It's the only way I can be myself with someone I love.
With someone worth it. Like you.
Stop it...
Very good, Stella.
Do not worry. It's my lucky day.
Yes... You have way too many lucky days.
I have to tell you something.
First... I'm sorry about the play over lunch with Eva.
The point is, Eva is my patient.
- I know she's sick. - Yes...
And she's pregnant too. Did you know?
New. New...
She must terminate the pregnancy, otherwise both she and the baby could die.
And I want you to convince her...
Stellan! Stellan!
No one can be sure of his true motives.
I am no exception.
I am not aware of my motives as I write this.
A man can be nice because kindness pleases him.
Another may be exceedingly wise because wisdom nourishes his soul.
Another may be a martyr burned at the stake,
because it is in his nature to defy and go up in flames.
When can we know if our motives are genuine?
Only if our actions are not part of our nature.
And when can we be sure that our actions are not in our nature?
Only if we travel on two opposite paths at the same time .
Mary, why don't you say anything?
You need to talk to me, please.
Say what you want. I promise to listen.
My mother comes down from the tree ...
I tell her to stop.
But she doesn't listen.
She comes to me.
She whispers in my ear.
She tells of a tragedy...
About a child...
A little boy.
Valentin.
Burn it all! There too!
Valentin!
"The day the great tree was felled, Valentin Ouerbach died, eight years old."
"The deep water of the lake swallowed his body."
"Death by drowning."
Stellan!
Stellan?
What is wrong?
What's wrong with you?
I've been looking for you all day. Your phone is turned off.
You stole the book from the library. Have you gone mad?
I wanted to tell you. It's here.
Something incredible has happened. I dreamed of Valentin's death.
- The book describes what I dreamed. - You must have read it.
You've been studying the book for months.
New. It's at the very end of the book.
What is going on?
I don't think you should think about your dreams so much . You have bigger problems.
Morgan told me. You're pregnant.
- That's my business. - No, not if you risk your life.
My child will not hurt me. I know that. It'll be fine.
You're crazy.
Valentin...
The death of my son described in great detail.
How can he write such a thing?
I think he is mad, my lord.
He gave faith to that evil woman. He has started writing down her visions.
How dare that witch insult me ​​if...?
Elizabeth, lie down again. It could happen any time now.
What are you two colluding about?
How did you come to this?
Don't worry, ma'am. Those are the words of a fool.
Elisabeth? Elisabeth!
My beautiful...
What happened, mom?
Nothing happened.
Valentin is not allowed to leave the residence.
And you... You're old enough to take care of your brother.
Try to love him...
Don't worry, Mother.
Do you think I'm overlooking what Anmuth did?
- I have to set an example. - Let me go.
Come here, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth. Elizabeth! I will not tolerate your behavior!
Elisabeth?
servants. Servants!
Please breathe slowly.
All the things we never said to each other are not lost.
Every step, every mistake, every secret brought me here.
I can't live without your love.
But you have to...
He is a beautiful boy. As you always imagined him.
No, you can't go in there!
By order of His Majesty King Fredrik Vilhelm,
and at the request of General Heinrich von Ouerbach,
Johan Anmuth is transferred to the psychiatric hospital in Tecklenburg.
No, you can't do this! Let me go!
- You can't... - Mary!
New!
Please don't do this!
- No, no, no... - Maria!!
No inappropriate behavior.
No no...
She will soon reach me where the shadows grow.
The soldiers will say she died of a fever.
People who hate her will be happy, but nobody really dies.
At least they've taken him now.
Who did they take?
The crazy Anmuth. Crazy as Maria, whom you love so much.
Mary is beautiful!
The tree where you meet is no longer there.
It's not true!
You go first. Then you can see for yourself.
Keep your eyes open. Wide open.
Open so wide that you hold your breath.
No time, no space, no more fear.
No more fear.
Just a glimpse of understanding as you walk a new path.
The baby is fine.
But you must have a cesarean section.
And before we get that far, we need to do something with your heart.
And the sooner, the better.
Robotic surgery is the least traumatic for you, but it's serious either way.
I'm not afraid. Not anymore.
That's what happened between you and me.
Everything we never said to each other.
It is not lost.
Every step, every mistake, every secret brought me here.
Find all the emotions of the mind on the one
somehow make their way to other people.
We find our way and discover new worlds,
new people to love.
I wish I had your strength, Eva. Then I would be a better person.
This is an unbearable situation for you.
You shouldn't be alone.
I belong with you.
And you belong to me.
I tried to call you. About Eve. She needs your support.
- She lied to me. - She loves you, for God's sake!
What do you know about love?
Okay. I drive back to the hospital.
I'm going to sit behind that machine and do everything I can for her.
I don't know what will happen, but what I do, I do out of love.
You can feel sorry for yourself, or participate in some kind of love
that you can only experience once in a lifetime . If you're lucky!
My dear Johan, I could never have imagined...
that a single day can encompass a whole life.
The same day my third son was born,
they took you, and Valentin was found dead in Lake Tecklenburg.
Nothing will be like before.
I don't know how you could predict these events.
I wish I had your strength. Then I would feel less lost.
Where are your words now?
Sir.
Meester Günter.
Forgive me.
For you, mother.
Mr Morgan, we'll be ready when you're ready.
My dear Elizabeth. A human being, even a mediocre one like me, -
- can elevate his mind so that he can feel the world of angels.
And yet something in man can make these light beings jealous.
The ability to walk with your head in the clouds-
while keeping our feet firmly on the ground.
My son Valentin did not die.
He stands on tiptoe and reaches up to a new face.
And here I am.
Good luck, little boy.