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A film by Christophe Asselin

Directed by Christophe Asselin

Edited by Christophe Asselin

Executive Producer Christophe Asselin

Directed by Christophe Asselin

Edited by Christophe Asselin

Music by Christophe Asselin

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Music by Christophe Asselin

Dimash Kudaibergen

I'm going to sigh and I'm going to sigh.

mourning

So, how are you?

We don't have time to talk about that.

You mean yesterday?

It's Tuesday.

It's been a long time since I've been here.

A month.

Wayne says your work is atypical.

I talked to Wayne.

I think he's giving you too much medication.

Way too much.

Stop, please.

Tell yourself that others can be smarter than you.

He just finished his studies, he has no experience.

I've had ten times more patients than him.

But you're not a doctor.

No, and I can tell you that I'm ashamed not to be when I meet this kind of doctor.

Your mourning has absolutely nothing atypical.

It's my fault.

And I, you forget me.

I was there too.

I could have stopped him.

No.

You didn't know he's been waking up at night for a while.

I knew that at any moment he could wake up.

Get up without a sound.

And go for a walk.

While we were sure some were sleeping.

He knew where to take the barrier of his bed.

He...

He woke up and then...

He didn't know where he was.

He was all alone.

Come on.

Come on.

Dr. Wayne says you want me to go home.

It's stronger than you.

You had to get involved.

You won't move forward here.

On the contrary.

That you suffer.

It's a healthy and natural reaction.

Not a disease.

You shouldn't evacuate him.

Not at all.

Wayne knows you're a therapist.

He says we don't analyze someone we're close to.

On principle, I agree, but...

But you, you're so much smarter.

Right?

I love you.

And nothing is more painful than seeing the person we love...

...undergoing such an aberrant treatment.

No other therapist will ever know you as I know you.

It hurts so much.

Yes, I know.

It's inevitable.

I'm going to die too.

I won't let you do that.

It will always be like that.

Always.

No.

No, it will evolve.

It will still be worse.

Yes.

You were always my very distant with me, Nick.

When I think about it now...

Very, very distant.

Okay.

Can you give me some examples?

It's not hard to understand.

Take last summer, for example.

You were terribly distant last summer.

As a father.

And as a husband.

And it was the last summer of your son.

It was over.

It's a shame.

You never cared about me.

Until now.

Now you care about my case.

Maybe I'm not supposed to talk about these things.

You have the right to say anything.

Whether your son is alive or dead, it doesn't matter to you.

I imagine that as a therapist, you have a lot of smart answers to that.

No.

The fact is that...

It was to answer your wish.

You said you wanted to be alone to write.

Maybe it wasn't true.

I thought I understood.

That you wanted to be alone to write.

And that you and Nick, you both went to Eden.

So that you could finish your thesis.

But I didn't finish it.

You didn't finish it?

You see?

You don't even know that.

Why did you give up? It doesn't look like you.

All this work seemed less important there.

And as you said yourself when I told you about my subject.

Banal.

I never told you that your subject was banal.

Maybe you didn't use that word, but that's what you thought.

And all of a sudden, it became banal.

Or even worse, like a lie.

I see.

No, you don't see.

There are a lot of things you see, but not that.

Breathe in.

Counting to five.

Calm, calm.

Come on.

With me, let's do it together.

Come on.

Breathe in.

Counting to five.

One.

Two.

Do it with me.

Try it with me.

I'll teach you how to breathe.

Come on, breathe in.

One, two, three, four, five.

We block.

Two, three, four, five.

And exhale.

Two, three, four.

Good.

Imagine that you're breathing on a bouquet of flowers.

Calmly, quietly.

Yes, that's good.

That's good.

That's very good.

I told you it was evolving.

You're still losing, but in another phase.

What phase?

Anxiety.

Anxiety?

Yes.

Physical anxiety?

Is it dangerous?

No, it's not dangerous.

It's true.

Neither more nor less than your pain.

The symptoms of anxiety are mainly physical.

Dizziness.

Dry mouth.

Deformed hearing.

Trembling.

Palpitations.

Acceleration of the lungs.

Dosing.

Stop.

We don't doze off with our therapist.

Even if the therapist loves it too.

It's a way to distract you.

It's not good for us.

Breathe.

We block.

Exhale.

You love me?

Yes.

So help me.

That's what I do.

Expose yourself.

That's the only thing that really works.

And all the rest is literature.

You have to have the courage to stay in the situation that scares you.

And you will learn that fear is not dangerous.

We will draw up a list of things that frighten you.

At the top, the situation that scares you the most.

But do I know what scares me?

Think.

We have time.

I'm thinking.

Okay.

I'm thinking, but...

Can't I just be afraid for no specific reason?

No.

No, no.

It's not possible.

It's the worst stupid thing to do.

If you can't say what you're afraid of,

maybe you could tell me where you're afraid of.

Where do you feel most in danger?

Tell me.

What would be the worst place for you?

The apartment?

The street?

The shops?

The park?

When you visit someone?

The forest.

The forest.

In the forest, yes.

It's funny because you've always wanted to go to the forest.

The forest.

What scares you in the forest?

What's so scary about it?

Everything is scary.

Tell me what can happen in the forest, in your opinion.

Do you think of a particular forest?

Eden.

Eden.

Well, what if we put the garden around Eden,

at the top of the pyramid?

No.

Not really at the top.

No.

No, I won't allow it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

Stop it.

It's nothing.

I'm sorry.

It's nothing.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

We can start by working on your negative expectations.

Close your eyes.

You feel the armchair under you.

You sink in.

It envelops you.

It's pleasant.

You no longer feel a soft sensation of warmth

and weightlessness.

Your breathing is deep,

regular,

peaceful.

Now,

imagine that you are in Eden.

Imagine that you arrive in Eden through the forest.

Tell me what you see.

I'm on the bridge.

It's the evening.

You can hardly hear any birds.

The water flows without a sound.

The evening falls happily here.

I advance into the night.

It's hard to walk.

Almost.

In the middle of the trees,

in the valley behind the fox.

How do you feel?

I couldn't say.

I should be able to walk easily.

But still,

it's as if I were walking in the mud.

The trunk is thick.

The tree slowly rots.

But it has a kind of personality.

I've always had that impression.

And now,

where are you?

Are you approaching the cabin?

Yes.

Yes.

I climb the path

through the tall trees.

No, don't go in.

Don't go in.

It's outside that you're afraid.

Look around you.

No.

Lie down on the grass.

Do you want me to lie down?

Lie down on the grass.

On all the plants?

Yes, lie down on the plants.

You are lying down.

You melt in all this green.

Don't resist.

Become...

Whatever happens,

you've been there,

you've succeeded.

Let fear come if it bothers you.

Remember,

what the mind is able to conceive,

it is able to accomplish.

What's wrong?

The ground is burning.

The ground is not burning.

Let's go.

I have to lie down.

Just a minute.

Of course.

Let's rest a little.

Pain.

Shall we go?

Yes.

Yes, let's go.

Try.

Try to hold on.

I know it's hard.

Stay.

Stay here.

It's the bells that ring on the roof.

What are you doing?

I'm putting stones in place for a little exercise.

It's like a game.

You cheated yesterday.

You shouldn't run.

You really need to smell the grass.

I want you to go from this stone to this one.

It's a lot of work.

Are you ready?

Come on.

I'll carry you.

I'll put you on the first stone.

Try to hold on.

That's it.

Put your foot down.

I'm holding you.

I'm holding you.

I'm here.

I can't.

But you can.

You can do it.

You're going to do it.

Like me.

We're going to walk together.

We're going to walk together.

Okay?

Come on.

Come on, breathe.

Come on.

Get off this stone.

Put your foot on the grass and move forward.

Come on.

Get off.

You see?

What happened?

Nothing.

Don't forget to breathe, please.

Breathe.

I'm here.

You're doing very well.

Are you okay?

Take a deep breath.

Five, five and five.

We're almost there.

We're almost there.

It's very good.

You did it.

You did it.

That's it.

You did it.

You learned something.

No.

You did well.

You did well.

You did very well.

My heart.

Have you ever been afraid here?

Apparently, yes.

I ended up accepting fear.

I started to be afraid.

And I didn't write anything anymore.

What was different the last time?

I heard something.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

No.

You didn't hear Nick crying.

Apparently, no.

And because you had this impression,

without any rational explanation,

you placed Eden at the top of the pyramid.

Eden was the catalyst that triggered your fear.

You drew conclusions from it.

You associated this emotional experience with this place.

When you're threatened, it's normal to react.

If the danger was real,

your fear would save your life.

Adrenaline would be used to provoke a thought of struggle or flight.

But what you experienced that day was panic, nothing more.

The tears weren't real.

Stop it!

Calm down!

You had the guts to come!

You were so arrogant!

But it could change, you know?

Have you thought about that?

Chains can live for several hundred years.

It's enough to produce a single chain every 100 years

to ensure their propagation.

It may seem simple,

but for me it was like a revelation

when I spent this moment here with Nick.

The chains fell on the roof, like now.

They fell and died.

Constantly.

Constantly.

And I realized

I realized that everything I had found beautiful in Eden

was perhaps in fact hideous.

I heard what I couldn't hear before.

The cries of all these things,

which are all destined to die.

All this would be very touching.

If it were in a children's book.

The glands don't scream.

You know it as well as I do.

That's what fear is.

Your thoughts distort reality.

And in no case the opposite.

Satan's church.

Satan, my God.

Nature is Satan's church.

What?

Here it is.

It's his breath.

It's his breath.

Nick got very far away from me when we were there.

He wouldn't stop going out, running everywhere.

He could have made an effort to be with me.

You seem to have slept well.

Yes, thank you.

You know, I wanted to tell you that I'm really glad you're here.

I love you, darling.

Did you sleep well?

I had a lot of aggressive dreams.

For modern psychology, dreams are no longer of any interest.

As far as I know, Fred is dead, isn't he?

Yes.

What are you doing?

Look.

I feel alive again.

I'm healed.

You're so strong.

I feel good.

You're incapable of rejoicing for me.

The Chaos reigns.

Desperation.

I'd like us to do another exercise.

A role-playing game.

I am all the thoughts that cause your fear.

You are the voice of reason.

I am nature.

All the things you call nature.

All right, Mr. Nature.

So, what do you want?

To hurt you as much as possible.

In what way?

What do you think?

By scaring me?

By killing you.

There's no danger from nature.

You're nothing but the green outside.

No, I'm more than that.

What are you talking about?

It's true, I'm outside.

But I'm also inside you.

What we call human nature.

Ah, that nature.

You're that kind of nature.

Responsible for all the awful things people do to women.

That's exactly it.

That kind of nature interested me a lot.

During my stay here.

Yes.

That kind of nature was the subject of my thesis.

But you would be wrong to underestimate Eden.

What did Eden do?

In my documents, I discovered something other than what I expected.

If human nature is evil,

then it's also true for the nature of...

Women?

Feminine nature?

The nature of all women.

Women don't control their own bodies.

It's nature.

It's written in black and white in my books.

The books you consulted to do your research

make up atrocities committed against women all the time.

And you see proof of the malignity of women in them?

You were supposed to criticize the ideas professed in these texts.

It was the subject of your thesis.

And instead of that, you make them yours?

Eden!

Do you realize what you're saying?

Don't pay attention.

I don't know why I'm saying this.

I can't work anymore.

Hit me!

What?

Hurt me!

No!

Hit me!

No!

Hit me!

I don't want to!

I don't want to!

So you don't love me?

Okay.

Maybe I don't love you.

Again!

Again!

Ratisbon's sisters were slaughtering the Grail.

I refuse to continue if you don't listen to me.

Good and evil don't exist in therapy.

Do you know how many innocent women were killed in the 16th century

for the sole reason that they were women?

Of course you know. A lot.

And not because they were evil.

I know.

It's just that sometimes I forget.

The evil you keep talking about is an obsession.

Obsessions don't come true.

It's a fact.

Anxiety will never make you do something you wouldn't normally do.

It's like hypnosis.

Under hypnosis, no one will force you to do things

you wouldn't normally do and that would go against your nature.

Do you understand?

Yes, I think so.

You think so? Okay, you don't have to understand.

Believe me.

What is it?

It's a letter from the doctor with a copy of the autopsy report.

An autopsy?

They did an autopsy?

I didn't want to tell you because you weren't well.

So what did they find?

Nothing that is directly related to the death.

The only anomaly found on the victim

is a slight deformity of the two-legged bones

dating back to a certain time.

We don't attach any particular significance to it.

Did you see that you put his shoes upside down on this photo?

Oh yes.

It's strange.

I must have been very discreet that day.

It's curious.

It's her.

Bastard!

You dropped it!

Bastard!

You dropped it!

No!

I hate you!

You dropped it!

No!

No!

I love you.

I don't believe you.

I do.

I don't believe you!

I don't believe you!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Where are you?

Where are you?

How can you let me down?

You said you wanted to help me!

Where are you?

Where are you?

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Bastard!

Get out of there!

Bastard!

Get out!

Get out of there!

Bastard!

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

The three beggars.

Sorry.

We have to remove the leg.

I can't find the clamp.

Where are you?

Where are you?

You wanted to kill me.

Not yet.

The three beggars are not here yet.

The three beggars?

What does that mean?

When the three beggars arrive, someone has to die.

I see.

A woman who cries is a woman who struggles.

You need to feel her legs.

You need to feel her thighs.

You need to feel her breasts, her hair, her eyes.

Take me in your arms.

Take me in your arms.

My arms.

This constellation doesn't exist.

All of this is useless.

All of this is useless.

Fuck!

No!

Why do you sigh, my love?

Why do you sigh?

Why do you sigh, my love?

Why do you sigh, my love?

Why do you sigh?

Why do you sigh, my love?

Why do you sigh, my love?

Why do you sigh?