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THE IMPASSE OF DESIRE

End of messages.

A FILM BY MICHEL RODDE

VIEUX-MANEGE HOTEL

I tried to scream.

He's even a little too good.

But...

He's a good actor.

You think so?

Yes, I understand.

Shouldn't he try harder?

So I tried to tell him, but...

His problem is with me, not Chiffon.

With me.

Maybe with this, I can...

feel like I could do it.

I didn't get it right away,
but now I really think that...

that it belongs to me.

Very well.
I think that's all for today.

-Bye, Noémie. See you on Tuesday.
-Thanks, Doctor.

ROBERT BLOCK, PSYCHIATRIST

I hope you're hungry.
I raided the deli.

They were out of dried beef,
so I got smoked ham.

Here.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

What a mess!

Look at these glasses, Robert.
No two are alike.

I'll buy new ones at Stom's.

Are you OK?

-I need you, Carole.
-I'm here.

Why did you go to bed
so early last night?

Did you take sleeping pills?

I don't know. I didn't feel well.

There was a suicide at the clinic,
so...

VIEUX-MANEGE HOTEL

You're very relaxed.
Take a deep breath.

Slowly come back to reality.

You can open your eyes.

Now, I'd like you
to describe the images you saw.

The same...

Always the same, Doctor.

Would you like to tell me about it?

All right, I think we'd better
leave it at that

for our first session.

At home, don't hesitate to use
the breathing exercises

we learned this morning.

Above all, do not let yourself
be overwhelmed by anxiety.

I'm counting on you, Mr. Debond.

Do I keep taking my meds?

Of course.
Don't change anything right now.

Here.

-Bye, Mr. Debond.
-Bye, Doctor.

-Hello, Mrs. Philippo.
-Hello, Doctor. Come, Chiffon.

"Come, Chiffon"...

How are you?

Will you be home, tonight?

No, I'm going to model for Daniel
at the art school.

Really? You could've given me
a heads-up.

You never tell me before.
We could've had dinner out.

I thought I told you.

It's a shame
you're sacrificing your time

for a painter with so little talent.

I actually think he's very talented.

He's young, looking for his style.

He works hard. I think he really
needs to be encouraged.

Why doesn't Daniel
ask his boyfriend to model for him?

I'm sure he'd love to.

Flavio?

He's way too muscular.
He doesn't have my angel face.

Considering what he does
with your face,

I bet we wouldn't be able
to tell the difference.

Mr. Robert always has to exaggerate.

Want some coffee?

-Hello?
-Did you know, Mrs. Block,

that it's forbidden to use
a mobile phone while driving?

-Are you the police?
-Yes, a very special agent

who just wanted to kiss you

and tell you
that he's watching over you.

-Have a nice day, sweetheart.
-Have a nice day.

-Hello.
-Hello.

I've always been one to worry,

since I was a child.
It stayed with me.

Except when I was with Claudia.

When I was with Claudia,

I had become someone else.
When I was with Claudia,

I was fine.

It's silly,
but I always had cold feet,

but when I was with her,

they were burning hot.

We were 16
the first time we made love.

It was during the summer holidays.

Claudia had discovered a cave
hidden behind a waterfall.

The ceiling was full of holes.

It was as if thousands
of rays of sunlight

illuminated us. It was magical.

Claudia would always swim naked.

She was so beautiful.
I was intimidated.

But one day,
I was under the waterfall.

I wanted to get naked, too,

and dive in to join her.

But when I tried
to take my swimsuit off,

I couldn't loosen the cord.

It was impossible to undo.
It was all wet.

Claudia had come out of the water,
but I hadn't noticed.

I found her kneeling before me.
She was trying with her nails,

but the knot was too tight.
So she used her teeth.

And that's when
I started to get an erection.

The swimsuit fell to my ankles.
It was horrible.

I tried to grab my towel,
but Claudia didn't let me.

She took my...

She took my...

Claudia made you come
by performing oral sex on you?

Yes, it was really wonderful.

I've never felt...

Why is it all over, Doctor?

Why is it over?

After they broke up,
he had a major breakdown,

like a deep melancholy.

Later, as he insisted,

she agreed to see him again,
but as a friend,

and he managed
to lock her in his room.

He forced her to sleep with him
again. At least he tried.

The girl got the upper hand,
filed a complaint.

He escaped prison
in exchange for psychiatric care.

Classic narcissistic pathology.

The other doesn't exist.
She's part of me,

so I confuse my own desire
with that of the other.

-According to him, she was willing.
-Of course.

He locked her in his room
because that room was their paradise,

and he was its guardian.

I wanted to talk
about his suicide attempt, but...

-He completely fell apart.
-Didn't you come on a little strong?

He relived the scene
live in your office.

It would've been better
to stop the appointment then.

-Stop it?
-Yes,

creating a surprise to relieve him.

That's a good one. Listen to this:

"Thanks to the Colbert preparation,

"slim your thighs
while volumizing your breasts."

You think it's one product?

I don't know. I doubt it.

It sounds like a scam.
Can you imagine if you get it wrong?

You know, listening to him,
I had the impression

that after all this time,
he still believed,

hoped she'd appear before him
and take him in her arms.

He sounds fragile.
You should be careful.

He's probably already
in the middle of a transfer.

You know, Carole,
theory is probably very exciting,

but it's only valuable if backed up
by a minimum of practice.

Don't panic, Professor.

These are two products.
Still, the box is pretty awesome.

Look at that.

It was a month ago.
I was shopping at the supermarket,

and I came across a book
Claudia had just written:

My Recipes for Happiness.

I don't know if I told you,

but Claudia is
a professional actor now.

You may know her name from
her soap operas. Claudia Ravussin.

No.

She told her life story
in the first chapter,

so I was eager to hear
what she'd say about me,

about us, how she remembered it.

And?

She didn't remember.

She said her teenage years were
the most boring time of her life,

that only the theatre
had meant something to her.

She said it made her grow up,

and also how decisive
her meeting with Yves Thalmin

had been.

But nothing about Léo Debond,
nothing about me.

Nothing about her little Léo,
as she called me.

How can you feel so forgotten?

Erased?

That's why I swallowed
an entire box of pills.

Also because,
on the back of the book,

there was a picture
of Claudia with Yves Thalmin

and their three children.

I knew Claudia before him.

We were happy together. We had plans.

When Claudia was in that play,
she kissed him on stage.

It was hard to see. It's true.

But when she left me,

I could see the kissing scene
over and over again,

then it didn't hurt

because I felt like
she was kissing me.

Why did you say,
"over and over again"?

-Shall I play it again?
-No, that won't be necessary.

Hello.

She's doing a good job.

Too bad her Romeo
draws the curtains after.

Hi.

Thank you.

-Do you like it?
-It's interesting.

It's bright.

-You think so?
-Too illuminating.

The protagonists
are hard to pin down, are elusive.

It looks like they're hiding
but not completely.

Maybe the painter is just clumsy.

And that one.

It looks like a Turner.

The transfigured reality,
the beauty of the lie,

but less subtle.

-I don't see it.
-Look carefully.

-Do you love it?
-What?

This lie.

I don't know. It's attractive.

It's even more than that. There's
something deep, quite overwhelming.

Are you going to keep seeing him?

-Carole...
-Excuse me.

Come here. You'll be surprised.

Isn't it great?

It's weird.

I superimposed two of your portraits.

That's what creates the discomfort.

-Are you going to keep seeing him?
-Yes.

Carole, will you come dance?

-I'll sleep next door.
-How did you find out?

-Why does it matter?
-I'm glad you know.

Robert, if you want us to split up,
I would totally understand.

I had just turned 12 or 13.
In any case, it was before Claudia

and right after my birthday.

I remember because he wouldn't get

the remote control car
I had wanted for so long.

And if I started to believe
that I was the one who killed him,

it's because I realized
it was to buy the car

that I had stolen his money.

Did you buy it?

No, I had buried the money.
I didn't want to touch it.

I felt like he could come back
at any moment

to claim it, so I thought:

"Hide it and give it back."

So you didn't really think
you could've killed him?

It was afterwards
that I thought that,

when I remembered our fight
about the car.

But not before.

Before, he was just a dead man

I found lying against a tree.

I didn't want to take his money.

I just wanted to see
if he had any papers,

but he just had the money,

so I took it, but I don't know why.

-To buy the car.
-Maybe.

At Christmas, Roger,
my adoptive father,

finally bought
the remote control car for me.

I remember him saying: "See, Léo?

"Good things come to those who wait."

I was ashamed.
I could never play with it.

Doctor, why did that man I found
against a tree disappear

when I went back with Roger?
Why was he gone?

What do you think of all this today?

That I made it up,

even though sometimes
I feel like I killed him.

Goodbye, Mr. Debond.

I wanted to tell you, Doctor. After
my stay in the mental institution,

on the advice of Dr. Vogel,
I sang in a choir.

That's good.

I wasn't very good. I had a hard time
blending in with the others,

but I kept a passion
for sacred music.

That's good.

Keep listening to it, Mr. Debond.
It's very good for you.

I've been much better
since we started.

I feel like I can open up to you.

They're playing at the Saint-Ambroise
church on Saturday night,

and I thought
you could go with your wife.

My wife's dead.

I'm sorry about last time.

I was so clumsy that I didn't even
think to offer my condolences.

Oh, that's OK.

Yet I know how painful
the loss of a loved one can be.

Let's not talk about it anymore.
You weren't clumsy at all.

No, I was an idiot.
I don't know why I told you this.

See you Monday?

Thanks for this evening.
It was a very nice concert.

No, thank you.

-Have a nice weekend.
-Yeah.

Doctor,

would you like me to buy you a drink?

I was amazed to see her there.
It was Penelope.

She was doing fine
and came back every week.

You were happy.
It was a way of being with her.

Yes, I have to tell you,
one night, on the aircraft carrier,

she was landing a Mirage.
It was the credits,

but it was nothing like usual.

She was looking at me that time,

whereas she usually spoke immediately
with Tony Moreno, the Rear Admiral.

But not that time.

And that's when I started
to interpret her gestures.

I'd follow the movements
of her paddles.

I had even invented a mathematical
formula to decode them.

In each movement
was hidden a word of love for me.

How long did it last?

I don't remember.
At least 12, 13 episodes.

Why am I telling you all this?
We're not even in session.

I screamed in the stairwell.

The neighbors called the police.

I ran away.

They caught me. They handcuffed me.
It was horrible.

That's when they took me
to the asylum.

-To the mental asylum.
-You had a decompensation.

Yes, that's exactly what they said.

There, that's my place.

Afterwards, I was so afraid
it would happen again,

that on the advice of Dr. Vogel,

I decided to organize my life better.

I went back to work part-time
at Parks and Gardens.

I go to bed early,
take healthy walks,

and it's working out well for me.

And I treat myself
to small pleasures.

My Saturday concerts,

my jasmine tea at the Shambala...
Do you know the Shambala?

Not at all, no.

It's an Indian tearoom.
We sit on the floor on cushions.

There's a warm atmosphere
with candles everywhere, incense.

I go there after work.
It's really nice.

I'm not kicking you out,
but I'm a little tired.

-See you Monday?
-Yes, Monday.

Good night, Claudia.

Good night, Robert.

Did you get my medicine?

Yes, your samples.
Thanks for the reminder.

I'll get them.

There.

Sorry,
I don't know what came over me.

I thought your wife
was very beautiful, then I...

I'll replace the frame.
I don't think the picture's damaged.

I'm clumsy all the time.
I'm really sorry.

In the future,
I suggest you change your socks.

At your service.

Doctor?

-Doctor?
-It's too late?

-The doctor's not here?
-There's no one left.

Come back tomorrow.

But it's very urgent.
I need to see the doctor.

You'll have to wait until tomorrow.

With the studio musicians? Wow!

I'm so glad it's working.

I'm so happy for you.

I knew it would happen.

Yes. OK, it's Nashville now.

Yes, I'm almost ready.

I'm proud of you, honey.

No, I'm done. I'll be right there.

What?

Hello? Darn it!

What are you doing here?

I thought we could spend
the evening together.

To talk. I was wrong.

Yeah.

Robert, this can't go on.
It's too hard on you.

I talked to Patricia. She offered
to put me up for a few days.

To make a point?

Do you think we make a good couple?

"It's nice, the two of us."

Wasn't it you who said that
not so long ago?

Don't stop me.

Answer. It's Nashville.

I have to make a decision, Robert.
I wish you could understand.

Leave me alone. I have to go.

That will change, Carole.

It's Mrs. Philippo.

Chiffon left us. Chiffon is no more.

A car ran him over,
my poor little darling.

We're going down to Provence
tomorrow to bury him...

Hello, Dr. Block.
It's the clinic in Bellevue

to inform you that Dr. Lennart

will send you the patient file
you requested.

At first, because of the mirrors,

I thought it was someone
who looked like her.

But she retraced her steps.

She walked right past me,

and it was her,
exactly like the picture.

She turned the corner
and met up with someone.

Léo, what if I told you that someone

was me?

What do you mean?

In your imagination, yes.

Me, walking away happy

with my living wife.

You think I made it up?

I know it's not easy
to understand nor to accept,

because
it's a complex psychic process.

But I see no other explanation
for this event

than a hallucination.

Let me reassure you that

given your current condition,

it's not alarming at all.
In fact, it's quite encouraging.

Things are moving.
Your unconscious is working,

brings your conflicts to light.

As a precautionary measure,
I can prescribe you something extra.

But rest assured,
it won't happen again.

Don't worry, Léo.

This hallucination
has no pathological nature.

It can happen to anyone.

You've expressed
a simple desire for redress.

So, it's not serious?

Do you remember
that story you told me?

That man you found
at the base of a tree

and whose death you felt guilty about

because you stole his money?

Yes.

You went
through the exact same process

after breaking the frame
containing my wife's picture.

That's why you wanted
to resurrect her.

Because through this gesture,

you felt guilty about her death.

But I assure you, Léo,
it's not your fault.

You don't kill people
by dropping their pictures.

It's me.

How do you think I'm doing?
The house is empty without you.

I know, I know... But listen, Carole,

I'd like to discuss it quietly.

Can we meet?

I'm at the clinic today.
I have consultations all day,

but I'll be off early tomorrow.
How's that?

So 5:30 p.m. at the Shambala.

Does that work?

You know it?
Great, see you tomorrow then.

I love you, Carole.

Next patient, please.

Come in.

Hello, Mr. Marcoussi.

-How are you today?
-Very good, Doctor.

I caught my wife.

She's the one dipping
into my wallet. I told you.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to kill her.

And how do you intend to proceed?

Carole, it's Robert.
Sorry I couldn't make it.

I hope you didn't wait
too long for me.

I'll call you later.

Léo,

-how are you feeling this morning?
-Not great.

I asked that you
be given a room to yourself.

It'll be more peaceful
for you to rest.

Thank you, Doctor.

Did you call my work?

Don't worry. My secretary did it.

I see.

I don't know if the nurse told you,
Léo, but...

You've been delirious
the last two nights.

You made a permanent confusion

between my wife's appearances
and Claudia's image.

I'll be honest with you, Léo.

It's not my wife haunting you.

It's Claudia.

You're only using Carole

to transfer the never-ending grief
of your breakup.

I'm really sorry.

Do you know the Italian word
for "ghost"?

Fantasma.

Interesting, huh?

Did I tell you Claudia
was partly Italian?

Excuse me, Doctor.
Mr. Debond has to go to lunch.

Can you follow me, Mr. Debond?

Léo,

I know this is hard to hear, but...

Claudia doesn't love you anymore.

You have to understand that
you don't love her anymore either.

You like the memory of her,
her image, but not her.

You're in love with a fantasy.

Claudia's ghost emerges
through Carole's face.

I...

And it is this fantasy
that you must suppress

before it destroys you completely.

You have to grieve, Léo.

This appearance is a wake-up call
and also an opportunity.

It allows you to react
in a concrete way.

And now,

we need to work together
to find the means,

within you, to reach our target,

which is to kill this fantasy.

-Do you follow?
-I think so.

Well, let's get back to work.

-Seriously this time.
-OK.

You really don't mind?

If I did, I wouldn't have offered.

Thanks, Doctor.

Doctor, I can't go.

What's wrong, Léo?

I'm afraid to go home
and see her again.

Do you want to stay
at the clinic a little longer?

-Do you feel safer here?
-No.

Well, what do we do then, Léo?

I don't know.

I'd like to stay with you...

in the car.

Temporary...

This situation is temporary.

I'm staying here,
but it's not my home.

I'll go home in a few days.

Sorry, Carole.
It's nothing against you,

but Claudia is attacking me.

-Is he the same age as you?
-Yes.

He's sweet and very animalistic, too.

I don't know how to tell you.
It's... special.

Special?

Yes, it's completely different.
He's much less cerebral.

Some things are simpler.

-Does he make a good living?
-No.

-How will you guys make it?
-Why "you guys"?

-Don't you want to live with him?
-No way.

If you need money,
I'll gladly lend you some.

No, I'll be fine, thank you.

If only your car wasn't stolen.

-I don't think insurance...
-They'll find it. I'm not worried.

My door is open. You know, Carole,
you can come back whenever you want.

Robert.

I'm not coming home.

Not tonight, not tomorrow,
not after that.

Nonsense.
I can keep sleeping in the office.

I'm leaving.

I'm leaving you, Robert.
I'm leaving forever. Understand?

We got married, Carole.

I know.

-You'll lose everything.
-It's not important.

Carole, I'm afraid I'm going to do
something very stupid.

When Alexandra died, I almost...

Kill yourself?
You told me that already.

-I really considered it.
-But you didn't do it.

I thought I was going crazy.

You thought about it
but didn't do it.

I've warned you.

Forgive me. I'm confused.

What did you think of their sound?

-Very lively.
-They were slow to take off,

but I found the whole last part

grandiose.

Are you OK, Léo?

I suggest using a lot of capers
and leaving out the ketchup.

It's pointless.

-Do you want me to prepare it?
-I'm sorry, I'm not very hungry.

They have great salads
if you want something else.

My stomach is all churned up.

I need to get some fresh air.

Doctor...

-In your pocket?
-Saturday night after the concert.

At first, it scared me.

The next day, how can I put it?

It gave me a feeling,

a sense of security.

Today, I felt I absolutely had
to tell you about it.

You did the right thing.

-How did it get in your pocket?
-If I knew that...

-It looks real.
-It is.

-I'd like to keep it.
-Are you kidding?

It's not loaded. It's not dangerous.

-It's not a toy.
-But I'm the one who found it.

Listen to me: there's
a police station down the avenue.

Bring them this gun immediately

saying you found it on the street.

Don't say you found it in your coat,

or you'll be asked a lot of questions
and taken into custody.

-Is that understood?
-I'm not going to jail.

Of course not. Don't confuse things.

-No, I found it on the street.
-Yes.

Anywhere, under a streetlight,

look for a spot on the path.

Hide it and go.

But Doctor, why was it in my pocket?

I have no idea, Léo.
We'll think about that later.

The important thing right now
is to get rid of it.

Do you think this street thing
is a good idea?

Why don't I just tell them
I found it on the bus?

Yes, the bus is very good.
Very good.

Can I help you, sir?

-Yes, I was on the bus.
-Yes, you were on the bus.

I was on the street.

Where were you,
on the bus or on the street?

I was on the street, on the bus.

-Yes, so what?
-So...

Do you have the time?

Carole, it's Robert.
I'm confirming for Saturday night.

I saw Kepinski, my lawyer.

The procedure is quite simple.
I'll tell you about it.

Kisses.

How is it going, Léo?

Good.
I've almost finished my flowerbed.

Don't forget your medication.

GUEST ROOM

Léo,
I have an emergency at the clinic.

-We'll eat dinner when I get back.
-Nothing serious, I hope.

No, just a little
administrative problem.

Robert, thanks for this weekend.

A country retreat feels very nice.

I don't know
if it's feeling close to you but...

I think I've never had
so much fun gardening.

And did you see?

Very elegant.

We'll talk about that later.

-All right?
-See you later.

Bye.

Robert.

Robert.

Hello? No, I just got here.

No, he's not here.

I think he went to get some bread.
Dinner is ready.

He always forgets the bread.

On the contrary, it looks very good.

Yes, I expect to have
a good time tonight. Why not?

Stop it.

Don't worry.
Go, you'll miss your plane.

Of course not.

Me too, very much.

Robert.

Robert.

Are you there, Robert?

-Yes?
-Doctor...

Doctor, it's Léo. Something's wrong.
Something's very wrong, Doctor.

It's terrible.

-What's wrong, Léo?
-She appeared.

She appeared. She was here.

It wasn't easy. She struggled.
It was horrible.

But it's done.

You have to come now. I feel sick.

Don't leave me alone.

OK, stay put. Wait for me. Calm down,

-and I'll be right there.
-Yes, Doctor, hurry.

Please hurry.

Léo? Léo!

Léo!

Léo! Léo!

Léo!

Léo!

-Yes?
-Mrs. Block?

-Dr. Block, her husband.
-It's the police.

May I speak to Mrs. Block?

We just found her car
in a parking lot.

-It looks like it's fine. It's lucky.
-Yes, indeed.

She can pick it up
whenever she wants.

-My wife isn't here.
-You can come, too.

-All right.
-You're lucky.

-We rarely find cars in good shape.
-Yes, lucky us.

Thank you very much.

-You're welcome. Bye, Doctor.
-Bye.

What happened, Léo?

Where have you been?
I looked for you all night.

I don't know.

You called me.
You told me about another apparition.

What happened?

I was in a panic. I was suffocating.

Afterwards,
I found myself in the forest.

In the forest?

-Why in the forest?
-I don't know.

When I woke up, I was in a cabin.

A red cabin
in the middle of a clearing.

I had to get home,
so I went back into the forest.

I walked to a road.

I recognized the long driveway
that leads to your house.

I walked into your bedroom
with the urge to scream.

But you were sleeping so soundly.
I didn't want to wake you up,

so I went to the chapel to pray.

And you rang the bell.

What were you doing in that forest?

I can't remember.

I don't even know how I got there.

Let's look back at the episode that
marked the beginning of the crisis.

What was your reaction
when you saw your ghost

appear at the pool?

I thought it was a fantasy.

-Fantasma, remember?
-Then?

I shot.

It made a huge noise.

It was like having my heart
ripped out of my chest.

But I realized it was
in my fantasy because I knew

the gun wasn't loaded.

What happened then?

She reappeared all wet.

I didn't have my gun anymore.

So I squeezed.

I squeezed her. I choked her.

Why did you keep that gun, Léo?

I asked you to give it to the police.

Why didn't you do it?

I felt protected with that gun.

-"Protected"?
-Yes, from me, from the ghost.

And you thought that gun
would help you

get rid of your fantasy?

Yes, it was therapy.

Don't you feel like
you misinterpreted

the meaning of therapy, Léo?

Was there ever any mention
of using a firearm?

-No.
-So remember.

What did you do after
you called me at the clinic?

-She didn't stay at the pool?
-She did.

Can we stop the session?

What happened, Léo?

I don't feel well. Can we stop?

Make an effort.

It gave me a terrible rush
of anxiety. I thought I'd blown up.

-Why?
-I can't remember.

Then I woke up in the cabin.

That's all I remember.
Can we please stop?

Relax.

Take this.

I have to go back to the clinic,
don't I?

I don't think hospitalization
is the answer.

I don't feel good at home.

This crisis has taken
its toll on you, Léo.

You need rest and more sessions.

You must regain a foothold on reality

if you want to rebuild your life.

Do you understand?

-Feeling better?
-Yes.

Now,

we'll devote the next sessions

to understand the meaning
and place of these events

in the therapeutic process.

I'm feeling confident.

PARKING

You have three new messages.

Hi, Carole. It's Daniel.

Call me back. We were supposed
to meet up tonight. Kisses.

Carole, hi.
Patricia, Sunday at 9:00 p.m.

As you can see, I didn't come home.

He's tall, handsome,
but I don't think it's gonna last.

See you tomorrow. I hope there are
no problems with your divorce.

Where are you, baby?
You lost your phone again.

End of messages.

Hello, Patricia?
Robert Block, Carole's husband.

I'm not bothering you?

I believe you're the one
who's hosting Carole.

I'm trying to reach her
on her cell phone,

but she's not answering.
So I'm worried.

Is she with you?

Do you know where I can reach her?

No? Thank you.

It's OK. Bye.

A golden cross, you know,

with rounded tips
and a ruby in the middle.

Because of this cross, it was
as if I was committing a sacrilege.

So I thought:

"This is something from the fantasy.

"It's not a sign from Heaven.
It's from the fantasy."

That cheered me up.

I'd like to go back to that story
when you were a child

and found a dead man against a tree

coming back from fishing.

-I had taken his money.
-That's it.

But the body was gone
when you returned to the scene

to show your father.

But I hadn't killed him.
I just took his money

to buy a toy car.

Agreed.

I was just wondering if you see
a relationship between the anxiety

you felt from the absence
of this body

and the anxiety that overwhelmed you

when you stayed at the pool.

Take your time.

-It's not the same.
-Meaning?

That man really existed.

That's why it wasn't normal for him
not to be under the tree anymore.

-It was the opposite at the pool.
-The opposite?

It was a fantasy!

Then?

I told you!

I was in the forest.
I was wet, tired.

-I slept in the red cabin.
-Good.

Good. Let's stop here.

We'll try something.

I want you to stop taking Limaxon.

I think it makes you feel numb.

-Won't that mess things up?
-On the contrary.

It will help us see things
more clearly.

All right then.

-See you this afternoon?
-Yes.

2:00 p.m.

Go get some rest.

Hello, Mr. Marcoussi. So...

How have you been
since you got out of the clinic?

-Fine, fine.
-Good.

She came back.

-Who?
-Guess.

She started her little game again.

But it's over this time.

Do you know how I did it?

"The sight of Carole's body
lying on the edge of the pool

"is psychically unacceptable to Léo

"since to him, she's a ghost.

"He therefore undertakes
to get rid of...

"the body...

"to make Carole a fantasy again,

"which she should never
have ceased to be."

You see?

Always bring them back
to the scene of the crime.

Always. It's the dumbass trap.

Do you understand, Doctor?

Doctor, for all we know,
it wasn't even here.

It's very different
at night in the rain.

Forests all look alike.

I think I know which cabin it is.

There's only one way to access it:
this forest.

-So focus.
-On what?

Look at the trees,
the path, the rocks...

I don't see why my memory

is more likely to come back to me
here than in a session.

-Do you remember the pond?
-No, I don't feel well, Doctor.

I'd like to go back to the car.
It's useless.

-Are you coming?
-I didn't take this bridge.

Did you walk on water?

Come on. Let's go.

It's here.

-Shall we?
-Yes.

That's where I slept.

It was very cold.

I know...

I know who was running
through the forest.

She dragged me to the floor,
hugged me.

She pressed her lips to mine.
Her body was burning.

It started to rain. She was naked.

It was Claudia.

There was lightning
and so much water falling.

We made love in the mud.

Claudia's face was covered in leaves,

except for her wide open eyes
staring at me.

I saw her, smiling at me.

Until the last moment, she smiled...

Until the dirt
covered her completely.

And it wasn't sad.

When it was all over,

I felt an enormous fatigue.

It came all of a sudden.

It started to rain.

I laid here.

Doctor,

I think I have an erection.

It's all right, Léo.

It's all right.

-Mr. Block?
-Yes.

Colbert company.

Slim your thighs
while volumizing your breasts.

Your wife must know about this,
but I'd rather say:

these are two products.
Don't mix them up!

For the rest,
all the explanations are inside.

Here.

-Hello?
-Dr. Block?

-It's Daniel, the painter.
-What do you want?

We've been trying to reach
Carole for a few days.

She was supposed to model today.
Do you know...

Sorry, Daniel.

I thought you knew,
but we don't live together anymore.

-Carole left.
-I know, but I thought...

We're worried.
She won't answer her phone.

Don't you know
what it's like to be in love?

You don't know how it works?

Shall I draw it for you?

OK, Doctor, no problem.

-Are you OK?
-Yes.

I feel much better.

An outdoor session

was really good for me.

Having my memory back,

it was cathartic.

Is that the right word?

I felt such an inner release.

-It's wonderful, isn't it?
-It is.

So I cleaned the whole apartment.

-And you know what?
-No.

-Guess.
-I'm not paid to guess.

I found my remote control car

in its original packaging.

I didn't even put the stickers on.
Can you believe it?

Then I had a very telling dream,
with you in it.

-Do you want to hear it?
-Yes.

I drove my remote-controlled car
into your yard.

I parked in front of the house,

and I saw the flowerbed
I had dug at your place,

covered with flowers.

I was very surprised

because I knew you gave me
the seeds the day before.

I didn't understand how the flowers
could've grown so quickly.

It was so beautiful.

You appeared on the floor,
and I said: "Thank you, Robert."

You replied: "It's not my doing, Léo.

"You're the one
who's a good gardener."

Isn't it wonderful?

How do you interpret that?

VIEUX-MANEGE HOTEL

"For Robert, whose cruel love
has consumed me. Carole."

Didn't we have an appointment?

I have something to do. Go inside.

-See you soon.
-See you soon, Doctor.

So when I saw that cross,
in the ashes,

you came. You blinded me
with your big flash,

and you leaned over and whispered
something in my ear.

-What did I say?
-I don't know.

It was too quiet, so I didn't hear.

That's why I came to see you,

to know what you said.
What did you say in my ear?

How should I know?

I wasn't in your dream.

The doctor's not here?

He went out.
He asked me to wait for him.

I have an appointment.

He's been odd lately.

You think so?

He hasn't been the same
since he married that girl.

Obviously, with such an age gap,

it cannot work.

-Who?
-Carole Block.

She comes to the office often.
You never met her?

What? Did I say something wrong?

No, I'm sorry.
But the doctor is a widower.

You didn't know?

From his first wife?
Yes, but that was ten years ago.

It was Alexandra.

I remember it very well.
It happened exactly

when I started this damn therapy.

What's wrong?

Don't be so upset.

If the doctor saw you like this
in his chair...

Here, it's my pleasure.

And now, no more nonsense.

We have to turn yourself in.

Facing consequences is important.

Goodbye.

I never meant to hurt you, Carole.

You've reached Dr. Block's office.

He can't come to the phone right now.

Please leave a message.

He'll call you back
as soon as possible.

Please speak after the beep.
Thank you.

Léo, it's Robert.
Sorry about earlier.

If you're still there
and you hear this message,

wait for me. I'll be right there.

This time,
no more golf or red cabins,

no more bullshit,

no more trees in the forest to hide.

No more hieroglyphics.
I can see you clearly.

You killed Carole. You took her life.

You're going to pay for that.

You're going to pay dearly.

Is this gun called Fantasma?

What are you saying? Oh, really?

You think so?

You'll see if it's not loaded.

There are six bullets in there.

Six nice, little hard steel bullets

to blow your head off.

Blow your head off...

You've reached Dr. Block's office.

He can't come to the phone right now.

Please leave a message.

He'll call you back
as soon as possible.

Please speak after the beep.
Thank you.

Robert, it's Carole. Can you hear me?

I know you're there. Answer me.

You don't answer at the clinic.
You're not home.

Listen,
I just got out of the hospital.

The police are going to question me.

Tell me if you know anything.

What's with all the bullets?
You never had a gun...

Tell me you're not involved in this,
not you.

Tell me you didn't do it. Answer me.

Robert, I just want to talk to you.
Are you listening to me?

It's your wife who wants to talk.

Carole, Carole, Carole!

Robert.

Thank you.

I wanted to tell you, Doctor.
I'm not taking medicine anymore.

I start working full time again
next week.

I thought you'd like to know that.

And I saw Claudia.

I felt...

completely detached.
It didn't do anything to me.

Do you remember Claudia?

Yes, you lived together.

You loved each other very much.

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