All language subtitles for Le septieme ciel - 1997

SEVENTH HEAVEN...

No, my daughter's not here.

I know she's handling the case,
but I can't reach her.

She's on vacation.

Until the end of the month, I think.

Good-bye.

Mathilde?

Yes, Mom?

I'm tired of covering for you.

Put him through.

After telling him you're on vacation?

Stop fidgeting with that ring.
Is this a new compulsion?

- What does Nico have to say?
- Nothing.

What do you expect him to say?

He's a doctor. He could help.

He's a surgeon. They're different.

But if your husband...

sees you faint, he should treat you.

See a doctor.

Chloe?

Hi. I didn't have time to tell
you I'd pick up Arthur.

That's okay.

- How are you?
- Okay.

Mom! I need 30 francs tomorrow
for the Exploratorium.

Okay. Doesn't Chloe get a kiss?

- And how about me?
- I need a compass.

- Okay.
- See you.

Can you baby-sit for us tonight?
You can't?

I'll find a way.

- Sleep over if you like.
- I'll see.

- 8:30?
- Okay. See you then.

"Thirteen geese flew around him...

all honking and flapping their wings.

He was too dazzled and deafened...

to figure out how high they were
or which way they were flying.

Once he'd found his wits...

he decided to find out
where they were taking him...

but he was afraid to look down.

The geese were flying low...

as their new companion..."

Let's go.

If you're hungry there's food in the fridge.

The number where we'll be?

What?

46-49-27-90.

Bye, Chloe.

You could have put on a dress or something.

Aren't you glad to come out with me?

Sure, I'm glad. I just don't feel good.

Did you go to work?

I looked in on Mom this afternoon.

Doing nothing all day isn't going to help.

- Sarah.
- Mathilde! I'm so happy to see you!

- Me too.
- What's new?

- Not much. How are you?
- Tipsy already. I was leaving.

- Been here long?
- I got here first.

Somebody has to.

You look radiant.

- Something wrong?
- I'm okay.

- Do you want a drink?
- Not just now.

- Eric!
- How are you?

- Hi. You know Mathilde?
- I don't think so.

Hello.

Isn't Nico here?

- He's around.
- I haven't seen him for ages.

Sleep.

You need sleep.

Get this from the pharmacy.
All of it.

- Has Arthur left?
- Yes.

I've got to go.

Don't wake up. Sleep.

"What Is Hypnosis?"

Are you feeling better?

You'll feel better once you've eaten.

- I'm not hungry.
- Neither am I. Come.

- Hello, Doctor.
- Hello, Gilles.

How are you, Doctor? Madam?

Gilles will see you to your table.

- Aren't we too early?
- Not at all.

Two plain salmon, two fillets
and a bottle, not iced.

Do you agree easily?

Pardon me?

Do you agree easily?

It depends on what I'm asked.

Do you ever flatly refuse?

Yes.

What do you refuse?

What I can't give.

Married?

Yes.

What's his job?

Surgeon.

- Was he born in Paris?
- No.

- Where?
- Le Mans.

Do you know it?

What do you do?

For a living?

I work in a law firm
which my father left to my mother.

He left her the firm.
What did he leave you?

Nothing.

Oh, yes. This.

- Did he bequeath it?
- Did he what?

Or did you take it?

- I forget.
- You forget.

Does your husband steal from you?

Does your mother?

My mother?

With her, it's more complicated.

What's this?

Medicine prescribed by my husband.

What about your father?

- He died when I was six.
- In what year?

1974, in a car crash. February 15th, 1974.

- In a car crash.
- Husband's age?

I've had enough of this.

Any children?

A boy of seven.
My husband's 39. My mother's 53.

Do you regret that your father
could not consent to your wedding?

Don't rationalize. Don't force
your words to fit your feelings.

Words are words. Feelings are feelings.
They don't have much in common.

Feelings always imagine that words
are out to corrupt and violate them...

but if you don't force them,
they get on well together.

Do you get on with your husband?

Yes. I told you we have a child.

But do you get on well with him?

- Does he make you come?
- No.

- Have you ever had an orgasm?
- No.

Gilles! Some blank paper, please.

Do you know about
the Master of Wind and Water?

When certain Chinese
who still value tradition...

move into a new house, they summon
the Master of Wind and Water...

to advise them how to organize
the rooms and position the furniture...

especially the bed.

Describe your apartment.

Quite big. A balcony, 5 rooms...

Be more specific.

There's a big kitchen set back from the hall.

On the left or the right?

Left as you go in.

A living room across the hall.

Left through the living room, a study.

On the right, a corridor.
Off it, the bedroom and en suite bathroom.

I suppose your bed is here.

Left off the corridor is my son's room.

The fifth room?

Next to my son's room. We don't use it.

There's a closet at the end of the hall.

That's exactly it.

- Which street?
- Boulevard Malesherbes.

- Number?
- 127.

Where's the street?

Here? Here?

So your bed is aligned northeast-southwest.

Where's the window?

There are two, facing the bed.

So you can't move your bed across the room.

You're lucky.
The change required is minimal.

Swap the bedroom and the study around.

But the bedroom won't be en suite.

I know.

- We'll have to go through the study.
- Nevertheless.

Or you can go on sleeping
southwest and accept the consequences.

Do your fainting fits
always occur after you steal?

- Not always.
- Any other symptoms?

- Always toys?
- Yes.

When was your first raptus?

Your first fit.

About a month ago.

- February 15?
- Possibly.

- How old was your father when he died?
- 29.

And how old are you?

29.

Fix your eyes on this object
and listen to my voice.

If your eyes drift away, bring them back.
Keep them on it.

I want you to relax.

As you stare at this and listen to me,
you'll feel more and more relaxed.

Your feet are relaxed.
Your legs, your arms, your hands are relaxed.

Listen to my voice.

Think about sleep, nothing else.

A pleasant warmth is seeping into you.

Your eyelids feel heavy, heavy, heavy.

Think only about sleep.

You want to sleep.
More and more, you want to sleep.

You're tired of looking.
Your eyes are smarting.

They're watering. Now your eyes are shut.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

Your right arm will soon feel
as light as a feather.

It will move higher and higher
until your hand reaches your face.

Your hand will steal up and up.

When it reaches your face...

you will be fast asleep.

Did you hear what I said?

Yes.

Now your arm is slowly moving up...

exactly like a feather.

Up... up... up.

Your hand is approaching your face.

You're about to fall into a deep sleep.

Now your hand reaches your face
and you are asleep.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

Your hand has stolen, steals...

and will steal no more.

Did you hear what I said?

Yes.

Now your arm comes down...

back to the table.

Your arm slowly comes down
to where it was before.

The next time we meet,

I will simply count up to five...

and you will fall asleep.

I shall now count down from five to one.

You will wake up when you hear "one."

Take a sip.

- How do you feel?
- Strange.

Was it unpleasant?

No, not at all.

It was...

I felt I was rising up in the air...

taking off.

I can still feel the emptiness all around me.

I could let myself float.

I could look down without feeling dizzy.

I had the feeling that down
in the valley, they were crying.

- Who was crying?
- Everyone.

Why?

Because of some horrible dealings.

You won't steal again.

Probably. At least not within
the next few days.

After some time,
the stealing compulsion may reawaken.

If the crying in the valley comes too close...

or if the ground gives way beneath you...

grip your left-hand ring finger
very hard.

Like this.

I have a phone call to make.

Pull it your way a bit.

There! Great. Not bad.

What do you think?

Looks good to me.

Chloe?

Well?

Fine by me.

- Doesn't the wall look blank?
- The picture's missing.

And we haven't moved the desk yet.

Wall sockets will be a problem.

Make a note to buy
extension cords. Thirsty?

No, thanks.

It's me!

Mathilde?

- What got into you?
- I felt like a change.

- A snap decision?
- I'd been thinking about it.

What about the rest?

- The rest stays as it is.
- I see.

You just wanted to separate
the bedroom and the bathroom.

Good thinking! We can shift
the desk and use it as a diving board.

The study-cum-bathroom idea
was a brain wave.

But why stop there?

How about a bedroom-cum-kitchen?

Why don't we install
a kitchenette in the bookcase?

- We could stay in bed and cook.
- You'll get used to it.

I already am.

I can't think how we managed
to live so conventionally.

Bedroom-bathroom!

Wow!

- This one's neat.
- Look at this one!

Is it Christmas?

We're late.

I'm coming.

When he walked up,
I could see it coming. He said...

"H�l�ne, it's hard for me to say this...

but I can tell that you feel for
me and I feel the same way...

about you."

- How sweet.
- Sweet? It really bugged me.

What do you care?

That I only attract men
I don't like? Great!

No, it's about boxing.

You know how I am. It's nothing new.

Is it?

At least you don't fake it.

Would you rather I faked it?

Your eyes are heavy.

You want to sleep.

Look at my fingers.

I'm going to bring them closer
and closer to your eyes.

Your eyes will shut.

Now you're asleep. You're fast asleep.

You're very calm.

You're asleep.

My voice accompanies you.

You're asleep, but you can talk
without waking up.

Can you hear my voice?

You are in a deep sleep.

A deep sleep.

You can open your eyes without waking up.

At first, everything will look confused.

Then things will become clearer.

Now open your eyes.

Slowly.

Everything looks confused.

You can see more and more clearly.

Now you can see everything very clearly.

Look in the direction I am looking in.

You see a screen.

On the screen, you see pictures.

You can hear the pictures too.

We're going back in time.

We're going back into the past.

It's February 15, 1974.

You see a little girl.

What is her name?

Who is she?

She's me.

Where is she?

In the bedroom.

She's in bed. It's evening.

There's somebody with her.
I can't see very clearly. Who is it?

My father.

You're saying something to him.

Can you repeat it?

I'm asking him to tell me the
story. He's telling it to me.

Tell me the story he's telling you.

It's about a very naughty little boy.

He's turned into an elf.

He becomes tiny.

All the farm animals make fun of him.

A flock of wild geese flies over the farm.

They're very happy.

A goose on the farm wants to go with them.

The little boy tries to stop her flying away...

but he's shrunk too small.

He's carried up in the air.

He flies up very high.

He flies over the farm...

over the countryside.

He flies with the flock of geese.

He feels dizzy.

By night he sleeps under his goose's wing.

By day he flies from village to village...

from country to country...

over the sea...

over the land...

A hunter shoots at him.

A big eagle carries him away in its claws.

He flies through thunderstorms.

He flies through hurricanes.

Doctor, I've just had an orgasm.
Thank you very much.

Look where I am looking.

The screen is still there.

Tell me where the little girl is now.

I'm walking down the hall.
It's night. I keep very quiet.

Tell me where you're walking.

I hear my mother's voice behind the door.

She's on the phone. She's crying.

Why is she crying?

She's talking about my father.

What is she saying about him?

She's talking about suicide.

What do you do then?

I sleep. I forget.

Now you remember.

Now I'm going to wake you up.

You will gradually
come out of your trance.

I'm going to count down from five to one.

When you wake up, you'll feel good.

Rested.

You will feel as though
you had taken a nap.

As though you had taken a nap.

Sorry. I forgot to ask you how much.

- What would you say?
- I don't know.

Shall we say four thousand?

No checks, please.

Cash, if it's no trouble.

I don't have that amount on me.

I can leave it with you.

Do you want it?

I'll return it to you next time
when you bring me that amount.

Good-bye.

"The eagle swooped down
and landed next to the boy.

'I just wanted to make sure
my wings could still fly,' he said.

'You didn't think I would
leave you here in captivity, did you? '

He gripped Nils in his huge claws,
took to the air...

and they swiftly flew north together."

Sleep.

- Coffee's ready!
- What time is it?

- 8:30.
- Has Arthur gone to school?

Yes, and I'm going to work.

Got to go.

- Are you taking that medicine?
- Not really.

You're here? Are you feeling better?

- Back to work?
- Yes.

But first we have to talk.

Keep your feet together.

Keep your body very stiff...

and stand very straight.

Fix your eyes on a point
on the ceiling above you.

Shut your eyes.

Stay very stiff.

I'm laying my hands on your shoulders.

I will press down on your shoulders.

You will feel a force
pulling you back against me.

Don't resist it.

I'll catch you when you fall.

You're falling, falling...
You're being pulled backwards.

You're falling, falling,
falling backwards.

Backwards, backwards, falling...

Don't resist.
I'll catch you when you fall.

- What's the matter?
- Nothing.

- Tell me!
- Nothing.

I was feeling good.

Yeah, sure.

- You're acting strange.
- Very.

- Don't blame me.
- Who moved everything? Me?

Fucking vase!

What are you doing here?

- I wanted to see you.
- Come in.

- You're not too busy.
- No, I just got in.

- Is your mother here?
- No.

I'll go.

- Want a coffee?
- Good idea.

Was it just an impulse?

- What?
- Your coming here.

Yes.

That's nice.

- You think it's silly?
- No.

I bet you think it's silly.

- What's the matter with you?
- Nothing.

I'm happy to be here.

- One sugar?
- Not today.

You had something to tell me.

There's Mom.

Come on. Let's give her a kiss.

You're feeling sorry for yourself today!

- I dropped by.
- A friendly visit?

I forgot my keys. He brought them over.

I have to go.

Will you call me later?

Okay.

I won't be home late tonight.

Coffee, please.

- Have we met?
- You don't know me, but I know you.

- You work at the hospital?
- Yes. With Jansen.

Psychiatry?

How do you get on with Jansen?

Pretty well. He's a decent sort of guy.

He treats me okay.

Because you're cute.

Maybe.

Love letter.

More like a break up letter, actually.

Mind if I read you a bit?

- It's personal.
- I bet.

"Yesterday, having dinner at
that little restaurant you told me about...

I realized...

that you loved me but
I didn't like the way you love me...

and that I loved you too,
but I didn't like the way I love you."

So?

That means it's over.

I'd say it's only just beginning.

How come?

I'd say that person is impatient
for something to begin...

and would say anything to make it happen.

"I don't like the way you love me."

Hogwash!

Be loved the way we want to be?
What next?

Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. Etienne.

Etienne Marchand.

I'm going. I shouldn't have come in today.

You can't leave!

I am. Get Simon to fill
in for me. I'm going home.

If there's an emergency, call my cell phone.

- Are you ill?
- I don't know.

Mathilde, Nico, Arthur, talk!

Nico? What's up? I called the hospital.
They said you'd gone home.

Are you there?

When you get home, could you
look in on Mom? She's had a turn.

Yes, I came home.

Nothing special.

Okay, I'll look in on her.

I'm not acting weird.

Okay. Lots of love. See you later.

- Hello, Mr. Nico.
- Hello, Maria.

I'll tell Madam you're here.

I want your opinion. I don't
like the way she's recovered so suddenly.

Who?

- She does seem well.
- Too well.

I don't know about that.

I wanted to talk to you
so I pretended to have a little "turn."

Would you like a drink?

Frankly, I would.

- Bring Mr. Nico...
- A whiskey.

Where was I?

Your pretense. I mean Mathilde.

I must say I'm worried about her.

She has wild stories about her father.

Really?

She thinks he killed himself.

Where did she get that idea?

Some kind of"revelation"
from these sessions.

- What sessions?
- Didn't she tell you?

Me and my big mouth!
I thought you knew.

What are these "sessions"?

Hypnosis.
Are you familiar with it?

Under hypnosis, supposedly,
she's discovered that her father...

didn't die in an accident.

Suicide?

No! He was insanely jealous,
but it was not suicide.

It's true that...

in these cases, you can never be sure.

It's true that then, we did wonder.

Is it a sin to enjoy life and be pretty?

She can't forgive me for enjoying life.

You think she's fantasizing?

Obviously.

Do you believe in hypnosis?
Manipulating people...

implanting false memories.

What do you want?

I'm embarrassed to say, dear.

Go on, while you're at it.

We've helped you a lot.

You're not ungrateful. You gave me a lovely
grandson who makes me happy.

- I want you to act like a man.
- Meaning what?

Take care of Mathilde.

- Meaning what?
- She feels abandoned.

- Cheated.
- She said that?

She's like her father.
Sooner die than speak her feelings.

See quacks, hypnotists.

You enjoy life.

Fair enough.

But you have a wife. She loves you.
She needs a shoulder.

- She has mine.
- I know! But does she have the rest?

I'd rather not have this discussion,
especially with my wife's mother.

- I know men, believe me.
- I'm sure.

- And men's foibles?
- Foibles?

Whatever. My daughter needs to be loved.
Fucked, if you prefer.

Fucked. You want your daughter
to be fucked.

You're in rare form today, Beatrice.

Would you rather
I beat about the bush?

Frankness is fine. Trouble is, I do fuck her.
Maybe not very well...

- Did she say that?
- Shut up.

Give me a drink.

Why don't you come to dinner?

Dinner with you? This evening?

Yes. It will reassure Mathilde
about your health.

She was very worried about you.

Promise you'll keep quiet about this.

You can count on me.

She'd never believe it, anyway.

- Don't bring anything.
- A dessert?

- All right, Arthur?
- All right.

- All right, Chloe?
- Yes, thanks.

Arthur, you must be very nice to Mommy.

I am very nice to her.

You must be very, very nice.

Is she sick?

No, she's not sick. She's got...

How can I put it? Psychological problems.

You're drunk, Daddy.

Yes, I'm drunk. Do you know why?

I'll tell you.

It's because I love you.

Don't you love us when you're sober?

I love you too, Chloe.

I may even be slightly in love with you.

You're in love with Chloe?

Yes, I am. Are you surprised?

Come on, Arthur. Bedtime.

I love your mother.

What are you two doing in the hall?

Your husband's not too well.

I don't know. His eyes are all
red. He doesn't look too good.

What do you mean, red eyes?

I'm not sure what's going on.

- I'll put Arthur to bed.
- Okay.

What's up?

I told Arthur I love Chloe.

- That was clever.
- It's true.

- You're blind drunk.
- Yes.

Did you look in on Mom?

- Not like that?
- Yeah.

- She must have enjoyed that.
- She did.

You're totally wrecked.

So what's wrong with her?

I don't make love to you.
She's coming tonight.

I invited her.

You should take two
Alka Seltzers and go to bed.

You're right.

I'll do that.

Stop it!

You could try the Max Mar sale.

Do they do spring clothes?

I saw a simple sky-blue coat there.

A kind of redingote,
like your pale gray one.

But I've put on weight.

I'm sure it would suit you. It's quite loose.

I'd rather buy
the material separately...

and have it made up
by my little dressmaker.

You're awake?

Are you hungry?

Yeah, I'm hungry.

- Did that coat have a belt?
- No, no belt.

I wish your dressmaker
would make me a spring coat.

I'll ask her if you like.

But she needs a model to work from.

There's some stuffed veal left.
Or eggs.

No, I love stuffed veal.

You love stuffed veal?

Why not? Stuffed veal is good.

You're lucky. It's still hot.

A tartan coat would be nice.

- A red tartan.
- Not too garish?

Is Dr. Marchand in?

Did you try his office?
Second on the right.

Busy?

Not at all. I was going to come
and thank you.

- What for?
- You really set me on my feet again.

Take a seat.

Let's go out for coffee.

Do you mind if we sit down?

So, you're going through hell?

Not exactly hell.

Something like it.

- Because of who?
- My wife.

- Is she in therapy?
- I think so.

Stay away from it.

Gee, thanks!
What do I do, resist?

I can't stop you, but if I were you...

You'll get yourself in a god-awful mess.

- You think so?
- I know so.

Interpreting everything, suspicions...

making a federal case out of every item.

With two of you, it soon gets unbearable.

So, what do we do? Nothing?

Not necessarily. There are things.

Things? Like hypnosis?

Yes. Hypnosis is a hell of a thing.

You really think so?

Yes, really.

That's where it all comes from.

It's risky but very effective.

What kind of risk?

The risks attached to efficacy.

It works damn fast, usually.

The patient picks up the trail at once.

The famous trust. The mislaid desire.

Only the desire isn't always the patient's.

I've heard about patients being
turned inside out, long-term, in one session.

What happens?

Like, confirmed heteros
coming out gay to the eyeballs.

It's very spectacular.

Hypnosis is much more
about gratification than desire.

- That puts you in the clear.
- I don't follow.

Maybe you feel guilty about sex.

A snip of guilt, you know?

Like, it's not always great
when you make someone come.

- What happens?
- That.

So?

Before, it never happened.

Maybe you feel unworthy
of making her come.

It's not that.

- Aren't we talking crazy?
- I think not.

You are worthy of making her
come, even if it dents your charm.

Charm always works
against gratification.

That's all you have to remember.

I'll give you this guy's address.

He's a hotshot.

What do you want from me?

- Help.
- Help?

Yes. Support.

- Can't you support yourself?
- Not very well.

- What do we do?
- Same as the others?

Other people have their lives.
They live their lives.

So do I, sometimes.

Doing what?

I'm an orthopedic surgeon.

You make people walk straight, preferably.

- That's not how I'd put it.
- How would you put it?

I try to correct handicaps.

- And when you do?
- I feel happy.

Good.

But you can't support yourself.

Not just now.

My wife has started therapy.

Good.

I don't know if it's good.
It's crippling me.

And you want to do like her.

Not exactly.

You want to see inside her head.

You could say that.

She walks straight without your help.

- It makes you limp.
- Yes, I told you.

- I have a son as well.
- As well?

Yes, as well.

Does she make him limp as well?

- No, he's fine.
- Only you.

Yes, only me.

Look, I don't want to play
hide-and-seek with you.

If all you can do is echo my last words,
it's a waste of time.

I was referred to you by a friend.

Etienne Marchand. I think you know him.

- It doesn't matter.
- It does.

What did this Etienne Marchand tell you?

- Nothing. We talked.
- With him, you can?

I don't follow.
How am I supposed to take that?

- The way you hear it.
- Is that a hint?

No. I'm merely echoing your words,
which you don't hear.

He said you could help me.
You do hypnosis.

I do sometimes.

He thinks it's not my style
to talk about myself for hours on a couch.

- What do you think?
- I don't think so either.

I still need to check that
what you say about yourself...

bears some relation to the facts.

Hypnosis isn't a conjuring trick.

- I don't think we'll get on.
- Wednesday, 6:00.

Good-bye.

- How much?
- We'll discuss it on Wednesday.

- That one.
- This one? This one?

- What page?
- Any page. It's the only book we read.

"The Beautiful Garden."
Stop fidgeting and listen.

"Sunday, April 24. Next day,
the geese resumed flight...

over So-der-man-land."

Hello, boys.

- Mom?
- Yes, darling?

Look what's in the kitchen.

Wait, I'll find something else.

Come on. I want you.

I'm scared.

Right. Lie down.

- Are you going to hypnotize me?
- I'll try. It may not work...

in your condition.

I'll calm down.

Are you comfortable?
Stretch out your legs.

Right.

Look at the cast on the ceiling.

Cast on the ceiling.

Stop thinking. Clear your mind.

Listen to my voice.

You have never seen that cast before.

There are others like it,
but you've never seen that one before.

Stare at it.

Your body is relaxing.

Your feet and hands are relaxing.

Your finger is relaxing.

The cast makes you feel drowsy.

Listen to my voice. It accompanies you.

You want to sleep.

Your stomach is perfectly relaxed.

Your feet...

Your eyelids are heavy.

Very heavy.

Your eyes are about to close.

Good.

Think about nothing.
My voice will guide you.

Let yourself go completely. Breathe.

Breathe.

You're slowly slipping into
an unknown region of yourself.

Slowly. Slowly.

A snowy landscape.

You're walking in the snow.

The snow is crunching under your feet.

- It's not working.
- It can't.

You're digging your heels in.

- I tried to walk in the snow.
- You resist.

I resist.

Does it work with the others?

- How much?
- 1,800 francs.

- It's all I've got.
- Send me the 800.

Isn't 1,000 enough?

- For a washout?
- I haven't time to argue.

More cast-watchers? Hotshot doctor!

Good-bye.

- You walk in the snow too?
- Good-bye.

You've never seen the cast.

"And wore it like a feather on his brow.

He resembled a king
whom no sight could detain."

- "Attain."
- What does it mean?

Attain. The verb "to attain."

How's it going? We're doing poetry.

I'll do the rest with you later.

Where have you been?

- At the office. Why?
- You weren't at your session?

- What session?
- Did your mother lie to me?

Seeing quacks? Are you out of your mind?

Maybe I was, but not anymore.

Why didn't you tell me?
You never tell me anything.

I tried, but you didn't hear me.

- I bumped into a man who has ears.
- Bumped?

Humped, more like!

These guys are frauds.
They should be in jail.

Your humper's a crook.

Where's your signet ring?

I didn't have enough cash on me.

You gave him your father's ring?

You gave him this ring?

How did you get it back here?

He gave it back to me, I guess.

You don't know?

Are you trying to drive me crazy?

Take it.

Why not?

- Because your humper had it?
- He's a doctor.

Because he had it?

- What's his name? What do you call him?
- "Doctor."

- Doctor? If he's a doctor, I'm a...
- A doctor, aren't you?

Where's he live?
Where do you see him?

Let's go.

I'm going out. I won't be long.

Straight ahead?

- Slow down.
- Which way?

Straight ahead, then right.

- Come with me.
- Do it yourself.

Okay, I will.

- Which floor?
- Third.

- I'm looking for the doctor.
- No doctor here.

- No doctor?
- There was one there, but he's gone.

He wasn't there.

So we go?

We stay here and wait.

It's too late. He won't come.

- What's that?
- A whiskey.

- For me?
- I ordered you a double.

I don't want it.

- Who needs hypnosis anyway?
- Maybe my shadow does.

Oh, sure. It's all a dream.

Maybe my dreams
are longer than the night.

Does he do things to you when
you're asleep? What does he do?

Really nice things.

- Things I can't do?
- You? No.

Don't look at me like that.

You're funny. You're fixated on sex.

I suppose you discuss art with him?
Go to galleries?

He's an artist, is he?
A real high-class guy.

I'd like to meet him.

- Look.
- That's him?

- What do you want with my wife?
- Nothing.

- Leave her alone.
- I'll piss on you.

- Try it.
- Let me piss in peace.

- Drop the fake English accent.
- Fuck you, I'm Australian!

What's the problem?

- Are you really Australian?
- Why not?

- Is it illegal?
- Sorry.

That's okay.

Tell Daddy I'm inviting him to dinner.

She says she's got a crush on you.

- I didn't hear it.
- It's what I said.

- See?
- You're inviting me?

Okay.

It's not that I was lonely...

You saw a light and thought,
"Why don't I look in on them?"

Does "them" mean us?

That's right.

Be right back.

- What's up?
- I'm going to sleep here.

You feel better here?

I'll put everything back the way it was.

My love.

- Are you staying here?
- Yes.

- I blame myself.
- I don't blame you.

- I still blame myself.
- Well, I still don't blame you.

We should put the light out.

- This bed is small.
- Never mind.

- Come here.
- Let me take this off.

No, come.

Are we going to sleep?

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