I have forgotten my wife and the fact that she has passed away.
At this moment, Anthony felt so confused and helpless.
Anne looked at him and said, "I'm moving soon, Dad."
Anthony looked at her, not understanding what she meant.
Anne said again: "I am leaving London immediately."
Anthony: "Really? Why?"
Annie: "We talked about this, do you remember?"
There was a brief silence. Anthony didn't seem to know what she was talking about.
Yes, how could he remember? He didn't even remember that his wife had passed away long ago.
Anthony: "Is that why you've been actively arranging for this nurse to live with me? Well, apparently so. The rats are abandoning the sinking ship."
Annie: "I don't live here anymore, Dad. I can't come see you every day, you have to understand."
Understand what? Anthony knows.
As a daughter, Anne, as the daughter of a father with Alzheimer's disease, may also be a pain for her.
Anthony suddenly looked vulnerable.
Anthony asked tremblingly: "You want to leave? When? I mean...why?"
At this moment, he seemed to think of something, but also seemed to think of nothing at all.
He can understand that his daughter wants to leave him.
Anne told her father that she had met someone, a man.
But his father Anthony looked a little surprised!
Annie sighed: "You don't have to sound so surprised."
Anthony explained: "No, it's just...since your...what's his name?"
"James."
Anthony: "Yes. You have to admit, since James, there haven't been many... Putting aside these things, what does he do?"
Anne: "He lives in Paris. I have to move there."
Anthony was a little surprised: "What, you? Going to live in Paris? You wouldn't do that, would you, Anne? I mean, wake up... they don't even speak English."
After silence.
Anthony asked again: "Do I know him?"
Anne looked at her father with a complex expression: "Yes, you have seen him."
Anthony was silent again, trying to remember.
Unfortunately, he seemed to be unable to remember anything, let alone that he had ever met this son-in-law named James.
Anthony was a little helpless: "So, if I understand correctly, you are going to leave me. Is that right? You are going to abandon me..."
Annie hesitated for a moment, then tried to comfort him: "Dad..."
He suddenly showed an expression of extreme anxiety.
He was a little flustered: "What should I do?"
Anne approached him with a gentle expression. This was her father, and she loved him as he once loved her.
But she couldn't leave all her time to him.
"You know, this is very important to me, otherwise I wouldn't go. I... I really love him."
Anthony fell silent again and said nothing.
"I will come back to see you often, on weekends, but I can't leave you here alone. It's impossible. That's why. If you refuse to be taken care of by others, I can only..." Anne was a little helpless.
Anthony asked: "Only what?"
This time Anne was silent. She didn't answer, or she couldn't bear to answer because it was too cruel to her father.
Anthony still continued to ask: "What can I do?"
But his tone seemed a little panicked.
"You have to understand, Dad."
"What can you do?"
She lowered her eyes and remained silent with a little guilt.
Anthony still persisted in asking: "Annie...what can you do?"
But this time he was still met with silence, and his daughter left.
Anthony stood in front of his bedroom window. He watched his daughter cross the street and leave the block of apartment buildings without looking back.
He couldn't digest the fact that his daughter - his biological daughter - was threatening him in this way.
He turned back from the window and sat on the bed, thoughtful and worried.
At this time, the audience was also a little confused, guessing what Anne would do?
The camera turned, and in the kitchen, Anthony turned on the radio, a Verdi aria came out, and he hummed along.
He started making tea.
There were shopping bags on the table. Anthony seemed a little surprised. Who put them here?
He looked at the contents of the shopping bag and decided to put them in the closet. He seemed to have a handle on the situation.
There is a poster on the wall, a landscape painting of a lake somewhere in France.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door closing in the apartment. He pricked up his ears. He turned off the radio and listened intently.
There were footsteps, someone was in the apartment.
He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to do. To embolden himself, he picked up a fork.
He walked out of the kitchen.
He walked cautiously towards the place where the sound came from.
Anthony asked in a low voice: "Annie?"
He heard another voice, this time coming from the living room.
Anthony asked again: "Is anyone there?"
He opened the door. In the middle of the room, a tall stranger about 50 years old with dark skin was checking emails on his mobile phone. The man glanced at him without any special reaction, and then continued to look at his mobile phone.
The audience was also a little confused, who is this person?
The man looked at Anthony with concern and asked, "Is everything okay?"
Anthony looked wary and confused: "Who are you?"
Apparently he didn't understand why a stranger appeared in his home.
The man looked stunned: "What?"
Anthony asked: "What are you doing here? What are you doing in my apartment?"
The man looked at him in surprise.
Man: "Anthony, it's me... Paul."
Anthony obviously still didn't recognize him, or in other words, didn't remember him: "What?"
The man looked surprised: "You don't recognize me? It's me, Paul."
The man who called himself Paul took a step towards Anthony, forcing him to take a step back.
Anthony continued to ask: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"
The man was speechless: "I live here."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Anthony was even more speechless: "You?"
The man nodded affirmatively: "Yes."
Anthony repeated: "Do you live here?"
"Yes."
Anthony was a little crazy: "You live in my apartment? This is the funniest joke. What are you talking about?"
The man was a little helpless. He didn't know how to explain it to him, so he said, "I...I'll give Annie a call."
The man saw Anthony's confusion and explained - your daughter.
Anthony: "Thank you, yes. I know who Anne is! Do you know her? Are you her friend?"
When there was no answer, the man started dialing.
Anthony: "I'm talking to you, do you know Anne?"
Man: "I am her husband."
Anthony was unprepared.
"Her husband?"
This section made many viewers a little confused. Anne had just said that she had met a man and wanted to live in Paris with him. Could it be the one in front of her? But wasn't that man named James? Why did he become Paul again?
?
But why did he say that he was her husband?
So fast?
The time obviously didn't match up, but Biers was a little surprised because he could see that the timeline was wrong.
And Paul’s next answer was even more surprising.
Paul replied: "Yes. I am her husband!"
Anthony was a little confused: "But...when did it happen?"
Apparently he forgot again!
"It's been ten years," Paul said.
Anthony tried to hide his panic.
Anthony: "Ah, yes. Of course. Yes, yes. Obviously yes. It's been ten years? Time flies so fast... But I thought... you weren't, weren't you divorced?"
Paul looked stunned: "Who? Anne and me?"
Anthony: "Yeah, isn't it?"
Paul shook his head: "No."
Anthony looked suspicious: "Are you sure? I mean...I mean, are you sure?"
Paul nodded: "Sure, Anthony."
Anthony asked again: "What's going on in France? She didn't say she was going to Paris... didn't she?"
It can be said that he asked many questions of the audience.
But the movie doesn't give the answer right away.
Paul started talking on the phone.
"Dear. Yes, it's me."
The camera switches to a supermarket
Annie was in a small supermarket owned by Asan, choosing broiler chickens from the freezer. She was replying to her mobile phone.
Anne asked: "What's wrong?...What?"
Back in the living room, Paul walked towards the dining room, not wanting to be heard by Anthony.
"It's nothing, it's just that something's not right with your father. I think he wants to see you."
Anthony didn't know what to do. He realized that he still held a fork in his hand and secretly stuffed the fork into his pocket.
Paul heard what Anne said and replied: "Okay, but don't stay too long."
He hung up the phone and turned to Anthony.
"She's buying something. She'll be here soon," Paul said.
Anthony asked: "She told me that she was leaving here to live in Paris. She told me before."
Paul looked confused: "Paris?"
He walked into the living room and picked up the newspaper.
Anthony nodded: "Yes."
Paul looked puzzled: "What did she go to Paris for?"
Some viewers were also a little confused. Could it be that Anne was having an affair?
But it doesn’t seem to make sense! We have been married for ten years, so why was Anthony so surprised that his daughter met a man before?
Anthony replied: "She met a Frenchman."
The man frowned, knowing that this was not true.
"I don't think so, Anthony."
Anthony: "No, that's it. She told me the other day, and I'm not stupid, she told me she was leaving to go live with him. And I remember telling her she was stupid to do that because, you know, they
Even if you don’t speak English, you don’t know about this?”
Paul shook his head: "I don't know."
Anthony suddenly shouted: "Ouch."
"What's wrong?" Paul wondered.
Anthony murmured: "Am I talking too much?"
There was a brief silence. Paul suddenly felt a little funny.
Anthony said with certainty: "It's me who talks too much."
Paul shook his head: "No, no, don't worry. She didn't mention it to me, but I'm sure she planned to..."
Anthony asked again: "You know nothing about this Frenchman?"
Paul nodded: "Yes."
Anthony felt more and more that he was talking too much. He was obviously thinking that his daughter had met some man and didn't tell her husband, but he said it out.
Anthony was silent for a moment and put a hand on Paul's shoulder.
Anthony looked comforting: "It doesn't matter. Cheer up, these people will leave sooner or later. This is my experience."
After a brief silence, Paul walked to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of wine.
"Would you like to drink something while you wait? Water or juice?"
The man opened a bottle of wine. Anthony came towards him.
Anthony suddenly said: "It's because of that girl...that nurse..."
Paul asked doubtfully: "Laura?"
Anthony didn't know if he was right: "I forgot her name. Your wife insisted on handing me over to that girl, that nurse. Do you know this? It's like I can't do it alone..."
Paul walked toward the living room. Anthony followed him and continued chattering to him in the hall.
People in the screening room became more and more confused as they watched, Laura?
Isn't her name Angela?
what is going on?
Inexplicably, it feels like a suspense film!
Anthony continued: "She said I need her help. This... I can handle everything by myself, even if she decides to go abroad."
Anthony: "I don't understand why she insists on... looking at me. You look at me well..."
He tried to remember the man's name, but the man was sitting in an armchair, reading the newspaper seriously and drinking wine.
"Paul!" Paul said again.
Anthony suddenly realized: "Yes, Paul. Take a good look, I can live on my own, don't you think so? I haven't completely..."
He was hunched over in an old-fashioned way.
"Do you agree? Of course you do. But what about her? I don't know where she got this stupid worry. She's always been like this, ever since she was little. The truth is, she's not very smart, not that smart
...Do you agree? She's not very smart, that's up to her mother."
He spoke incoherently.
Paul said, "I think she did her best for you, Anthony."
Anthony was a little angry: "Try your best, try your best...I never asked her for anything. I don't know what she is planning behind my back, but she must be planning something. I know this. I suspect she wants to
Send me to that place..."
He made an old man's face.
Anthony: "Yes, I see the signs. But I have to make it clear: I'm not leaving my apartment! I'm not leaving!"
To emphasize his last words, he made an exaggerated gesture - drawing a line firmly across the table with one hand, as if marking territory. This powerful movement inadvertently swept the chess pieces to the floor.
Paul put down the newspaper and said, "This is not your apartment, Anthony."
Anthony was stunned: "What?"
Paul stood up from his chair.
"If you can think of it, you moved here, I mean you moved to our house, because you were waiting for..."
"What?"
"A new caregiver. Because you had a fight with the last one...Angela."
Anthony was confused: "Me?"
"Yes. Don't you remember? That's why you stay at our house and wait here."
Anthony was silent again. He looked a little confused. He looked at the furniture around him. This was indeed his apartment.
Anthony said again: "So, James..."
"Paul!"
"Yes, Paul...you are telling me that I live in your house."
"Yes!"
Anthony laughed and rolled his eyes: "This is simply ridiculous."
At this time, there was the sound of the door being opened.
It's Annie who's back.
But at this moment, the audience felt more and more confused as they watched.
However, the next moment, everyone was Spartan.
For Anthony walked down the corridor, anxious to find out what was going on: but it was not Anne who met him, but another woman.
