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Good morning.

I'm Dr. Jung.

I admitted you yesterday.

I'm...

I'm not... I'm not mad, you know.

Let me explain what I have in mind.

I propose that we meet here,
most days...

...to talk for an hour or two.

- Talk?
- Yes. Just talk.

See if we can identify
what's troubling you.

So as to distract you
as little as possible...

...I'm gonna sit there, behind you.
I'm gonna ask you...

...to try not to turn around and look
at me under any circumstances.

Now...

Have you any idea...

...what may have brought on
these attacks you suffer from?

Hum... Humiliation.

Any... Any kind of...

Of humiliation.

I can't bear to see it
and it makes me feel nauseated.

I... I start pouring with sweat,
cold sweat.

My... My...

My... My... My father...

...lost his temper all the time.

He was always angry with...

When you stopped talking just now...

...did a thought come into your head?

I don't know.

Or an image, perhaps.

Was it an image?

Yes. Yes.

What was the image?

It was... It was a hand. My...

MY'...

My... My father's hand.

Why do you think you saw that?

When... Whenever he would...

After... Whenever he...

Whenever he hit us...

...afterwards we had to...

We had to kiss his hand.

What's odd is,
that case I was writing up last week...

...I happened to pick
the code name "Sabina S."

And here she is, Sabina Spielrein.

Quite a coincidence.

As you know,
I don't believe there is such a thing.

Spielrein's not a very Russian name.

No, Jewish.

Father's a very successful
import-export man.

And she's exceptionally well-educated.

Speaks fluent German.

Aspires to be a doctor herself
apparently.

Perhaps she's the one.

- What one?
- The one you've been looking for.

For your experimental treatment,
the talking cure.

You're so astute.

I've already begun it with her.

He's kicking.

Can you feel?

Oh, yes. There he is.

What I don't understand
is why Freud...

...having proposed this
radical therapeutic idea...

...this talking cure,
this psychanalysis...

...then lets years go by without giving
an outline of his clinical procedures.

What's he playing at?

Presumably he uses the method
on his patients.

No idea.

So might you be
the first doctor to try this out?

It's possible.

Why don't you write and ask him?

I don't know him.

As it happens...

...Spielrein's mother
wanted to take her to see Freud.

Another coincidence.

My father thinks my mother
doesn't love him.

And he's right, she doesn't.

How do you know?

My angel told me.

What angel?

An... An inner voice.

He used to tell me
I was an exceptional person.

For some reason,
he always spoke in German.

Angels always speak German.
It's traditional.

He gave me the power to know
what people are going to say...

...before they open their mouths.

Useful ability for a doctor.

You hope to be a doctor someday,
don't you?

- I'll never be a doctor.
- Why not?

I have to go away for a while.

I'm sorry. We've just gotten started.

- Military service. We all have to do it.
- It's all a waste...

- Just for a couple weeks.
- It's a waste of time!

I can't tell you what
you want to know!

You're just making me angry.

Even if I could tell you,
you'd be sorry you ever...

Anyway, there's nothing wrong with
me. I don't even want to get better!

Stop it!

- What? I was only trying to...
- Will you just stop that?

I'm sorry.

- Can we get back now?
- Yes, if you want to.

I need to get back.

It's a complete waste of my time.

Writing prescriptions
for athlete's foot...

...and examining cocks
from morning till night.

Is that what you do?

It's not good for me.

It's not good for my patients.

You're playing with your food.

I'm not hungry.

Is that so?

I shall have to tell Professor Bleuler.

Do what you like.

Please, miss.
Miss, give me your hand. Come...

Please.

You'll catch your death.

Miss Spielrein?

The Herr Direktor.

I feel you may have a little
too much time on your hands.

I'm a believer in getting our patients
involved in some productive work.

What are your particular interests?

Suicide.

Interplanetary travel.

When Dr. Jung returns...

...I shall ask him to discuss all this
with you in more detail.

You keep him away from me.
I never want to see him again!

Now, come along.
Don't make such a fuss.

Please. Lie still.

Hello?

I'm back.

How have you been?

I've been talking to the Herr Direktor
about finding some work for you.

I told him you're interested
in medicine.

He suggested you might like
to assist me occasionally...

...in my research.

We're quite short-staffed,
so it would certainly be a help to me.

Vienna.

Woods.

Box.

Bed.

- Money.
- Bank.

Child.

Soon.

Family.

Unit.

Sex.

Male.

Wall.

Flower.

Young.

Baby...

- Ask.
- Answer.

- Cap.
- Wear.

Stubborn.

Give way.

Ruefulness.

Child.

- Fame.
- Doctor.

Divorce.

No.

Thank you.

- Is that all?
- That's all.

- How did I do?
- Beautifully.

Goodbye.

Yes, goodbye.

Any preliminary observations?

Obviously what's uppermost
in her mind is her pregnancy.

Good.

And she's a little...

What's the word?

Why don't we try a useful word
invented by our Herr Direktor?

"Ambivalent."

Yes.

About the baby.

- Anything else?
- I'd say she was worried...

...her husband
might be losing interest in her.

What makes you think that?

Long reaction times to the words
"family" and "divorce."

I see.

When you said "cap," she said "wear."

Might that be a reference
to contraception?

You have quite a flair for this.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

Is she your wife?

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

I promised you a son
on Christmas Day...

...and here she is a day late
and the wrong sex.

Don't be absurd.

"A" for Agathe.

Next time, I'll give you a boy.

Can you explain why your nights
have been so bad?

- I'm afraid.
- Of what?

There's something in the room.
Something like...

Like a cat, only it can speak.

It gets into bed with me.

Last...

Last night, it suddenly
whispered something in my ear.

I couldn't hear what.

But then...

I felt it against my back.

Something slimy like...

Like...

Like some kind of a mollusk...

...moving against my back.

But when I...

When I turned around,
there was nothing there.

You felt it against your back?

Yes.

Were you naked?

I was.

Were you masturbating?

Yes.

Tell me about the first time
you can remember...

...being beaten by your father.

I suppose I was...

I was about 4.

I had broken a plate or...

Oh, yes.

And he told me...

...to go into the little room and...

...take my clothes off. And then...

...he came in and...

...spanked me. And then I...

I was so frightened...

...I wet myself, and then he...

He hit me again.

And then I...

That first time, how did you feel
about what was happening?

I liked it.

Would you repeat that, please?
I couldn't quite hear.

I liked it.

It excited me.

And did you continue to like it?

Yes!

Yes!

Before long, he only...
He just had to...

To say to me to go to
the little room and I would...

I would start to get wet.

When it came to my...

My brothers,
or even just threatened...

...that... That was enough.

I'd have to go down and...

I wanted to lie down
and touch myself.

Later at school, anything would...

Anything would set it off. Any...

Any kind of humiliation.

I looked for any humiliation.

Even here when you...

You hit my coat with your stick.

I had to come back right away,
I was so excited.

There's...

There's no hope for me.

I'm...

I'm vile...

...and filthy...

...and corrupt.

I must...

I must never be let out of here.

So good to meet you at long last.

Professor Freud.

You're most welcome.

Please.

Perhaps the terms themselves
should be reviewed.

If, for instance, we could come up
with some milder term than "libido"...

...we might not encounter
such emotional resistance.

It would make
the teaching side much easier.

Is euphemism a good idea?

Once they work out
what we actually mean...

...they'll be just as appalled as ever.

I take your point. But I still think
it's worth trying to sweeten the pill...

...when it comes to
questions of sexuality.

By the way, please don't feel
you have to restrain yourself here.

My family are all veterans
of the most unsuitable topics...

...of mealtime conversation.

I have a number
of clinical examples...

...which I believe support my position
with regard to sexuality.

And how is
your little Russian patient?

As I told you,
after the initial abreaction...

...there was the most dramatic
improvement.

We've enrolled her in
the medical school at the university.

She's doing extremely well.

She's a walking advertisement
for the effectiveness of psychanalysis.

“Psychoanalysis."

Well...

It's more logical.

And it sounds better.

If you say so.

Are you still treating her?

Yes. And we continue
to unearth new material.

For example...

...the extraordinary procedure
she devised as a small child...

...where she would sit on one heel,
attempt to defecate...

...and at the same time, try to
prevent herself from defecating.

She said this gave rise
to the most blissful feelings.

Nice story.

My patients who remain fixated at the
anal stage of their erotic development...

...come out
with the most amusing details.

And of course, all of them
are finicky, compulsively tidy...

...stubborn
and extremely stingy with money.

No doubt your Russian
conforms to this pattern.

Well, no, she doesn't.

The masochistic aspects
of her condition...

...are much more deeply rooted than
any anal fixations we've uncovered.

The two are intimately connected.

I can only tell you
that she's rather disorganized...

...emotionally generous...

...and exceptionally idealistic.

Well, perhaps it's a Russian thing.

Is she a virgin?

Yes. Certainly.

Almost certainly.

No, certainly.

I don't think you have a notion
of the true strengths...

...of the opposition to our work.

There's a whole medical
establishment...

...baying to send Freud
to the auto-da-fé.

That's nothing compared
to what happens when our ideas...

...trickle through in whatever garbled
form they're relayed to the public.

The denials, the frenzy,
the incoherent rage.

But might that not be caused
by your insistence...

...on the exclusively sexual
interpretation of the clinical material?

All I'm doing is pointing out what
experience indicates must be the truth.

I can assure you that
in a hundred years...

...our work will still be rejected.

Columbus, you know, had no idea
what country he'd discovered.

Like him, I'm in the dark.

All I know is I've set foot on the shore
and the country exists.

I think of you more as Galileo.

And your opponents
as those who condemned him...

...while refusing even to put their eye
to his telescope.

In any event,
I have simply opened a door.

It's for the young men like yourself
to walk through it.

I'm sure you have many more doors
to open for us.

Of course,
there's the added difficulty...

More ammunition for our enemies.

...That all of us here in Vienna,
in our psychoanalytical circle, are Jews.

I don't see what difference that makes.

That, if I may say so,
is an exquisitely Protestant remark.

I dreamed...

I dreamed about a horse...

...being hoisted by cables
to a considerable height.

Suddenly a cable breaks,
and the horse is dashed to the ground.

But it's not hurt.

It leaps up and gallops away...

...impeded only by a heavy log, which
it's obliged to drag along the ground.

Then a rider on a small horse
appears in front of it...

...so that it's forced to slow down.

And a carriage appears
in front of the small horse...

...so that our horse is compelled
to slow down even more.

I imagine the horse is yourself.

Yes.

Your ambition has been frustrated
in some way.

- The rider slowing me down.
- Yes.

I think this may refer
to my wife's first pregnancy.

I had to give up an opportunity
to go to America because of it.

The carriage in front...

...perhaps alludes to an apprehension
that our two daughters...

...and other children still to come
will impede my progress even more.

As a father of six,
I can vouch for that.

Not to mention
inevitable financial difficulties.

No. Fortunately, my wife
is extremely wealthy.

Yes.

That is fortunate.

- This log.
- Yes?

I think you should entertain the
possibility that it represents the penis.

Yes.

In which case,
what may be at issue...

...is that a certain sexual constraint
has been brought about...

...by a fear of a succession
of endless pregnancies.

I'm bound to say that if a patient
brought me this dream...

...I'd say the number
of restraining elements...

...surrounding this unfortunate horse...

...could perhaps point
to the determined suppression...

...of some unruly sexual desire.

Yes.

There is that as well.

I wonder if you're aware of the fact...

...that our conversation
has so far lasted...

...13 hours.

I'm so sorry. I had no idea.

My dear young colleague,
please don't apologize.

It was our first meeting.

We had a great deal
to say to one another.

And unless I'm much mistaken...

...we always will.

I shall have to be extremely careful.

What do you mean? Why?

He's so persuasive,
he's so convincing.

He makes you feel you should
abandon your own ideas...

...and simply follow in his wake.

His followers in Vienna
are all deeply unimpressive.

Bohemians and degenerates just
picking up the crumbs from his table.

Perhaps he's reached the stage
where obedience...

...is more important to him
than originality.

I tackled him about
his obsession with sexuality...

...his insistence on interpreting
every symptom in sexual terms...

...but he's completely inflexible.

In my case, of course,
he'd have been right.

Yes, as you would expect him
to be in many cases.

Possibly even a majority of cases.

But there must be more
than one hinge into the universe.

Do you like Wagner?

The music and the man, yes.

I'm very interested
in the myth of Siegfried.

The idea that something
pure and heroic can come...

Can perhaps only come from a sin...

...even a sin as dark as incest.

- This is very strange.
- What?

As I've told you,
I don't believe in coincidence.

I believe nothing happens by accident.
All these things have significance.

Fact is, I'm writing something
about the Siegfried myth.

- Are you really?
- I assure you.

- Which is your favorite of the operas?
- Das Rheingold.

Yes, that's right. Mine too.

- Can I ask you something?
- Of course.

Do you think there's any possibility
I could ever be a psychiatrist?

I know you could.

I hear nothing but good reports
on your work at the university.

You're exactly
the kind of person we need.

Insane, you mean?

Yes.

We sane doctors
have serious limitations.

Dear friend...

...I feel I can at last permit myself
this informal mode of address...

...as I ask you to grant me
a very particular favor.

Dr. Otto Gross, a most brilliant
but erratic character...

...is urgently in need
of your medical help.

I consider him, apart
from yourself...

...the only man capable of making
a major contribution to our field.

Whatever you do,
don't let him out before October...

...when I shall be able
to take him over from you.

And remember his father's warning...

...made when Otto
was only a very small child:

"Watch out for him. He bites."

You still feel threatened
by your father?

Anyone with any sense
feels threatened by my father.

He is extremely threatening.

His wish to have you hospitalized...

...you don't think that arises
from a concern for your welfare?

Listen.

What does any
normal old patriarch want...

...in the twilight of his life?

Grandchildren, grandsons.

Am I right?

And yet, last summer...

...when I presented him with not one,
but two little Grosses...

...one by my wife...

...one by one of my
most respectable mistresses...

...was he grateful?

And now that there's
another one on the way...

...admittedly by some woman
I hardly know...

...he's apoplectic.

And all he can think is to get me
banged away in some institution.

- You got any children?
- Two girls.

- Same mother?
- Yes.

So you're not a believer
in monogamy?

For a neurotic like myself...

...I can't possibly imagine
a more stressful concept.

And you don't find it
necessary or desirable...

...to exercise some restraint
as a contribution, say...

...to the smooth functioning
of civilization.

What, and make myself ill?

I should have thought that some form
of sexual repression...

...would have to be practiced
in any rational society.

No wonder the hospitals
are bulging at the seams.

Tell me...

...do you find the best way to enhance
your popularity with patients...

...is to tell them whatever it is
they most want to hear?

Does it matter whether
we're popular with them or not?

Well, I don't know.

Suppose you want to fuck them.

If there is one thing I've learned
in my short life, it's this:

Never repress anything.

So you've never slept with
any of your patients?

Of course not.

I have to steer
through the temptations...

...of transference
and countertransference.

That's an essential stage
of the process.

When transference occurs...

...when the patient
becomes fixated on me...

...I explain to her that this is a symbol
of her wretched monogamous habits.

I assure her that it's fine
to want to sleep with me...

...but only if, at the same time...

...she acknowledges that she wants to
sleep with a great many other people.

Suppose she doesn't?

Then it's my job to convince her
that it's part of the illness.

That's what people are like.

If we don't tell them the truth,
who will?

You think Freud's right?

You think all neurosis
is of exclusively sexual origin?

I think Freud's obsession with sex...

...probably has a great deal to do
with the fact that he never gets any.

You could be right.

It seems to me a measure of the
true perversity of the human race...

...that one of its very few
reliably pleasurable activities...

...should be the subject of
so much hysteria and repression.

But not to repress yourself...

...is to unleash all kinds of
dangerous and destructive forces.

Our job is to make our patients
capable of freedom.

I've heard it said that you helped
one of your patients to kill herself.

She was resolutely suicidal.

I just explained how she could do it
without botching it.

Then I asked her if she didn't prefer
the idea of becoming my lover.

She opted for both.

That can't be what we want
for our patients.

Freedom is freedom.

I've been thinking
about Wagner's opera.

In it, he says that perfection
can only be arrived at...

...through what is conventionally
thought of as sin. Right?

Which must surely
have to do with the energy...

...created by the friction
of opposites.

Not just that you're the doctor
and I'm the patient...

...but that you're Swiss
and I'm Russian...

...I'm Jewish and you're Aryan, and
all other kinds of darker differences.

Darker?

If I'm right,
only the clash of destructive forces...

...can create something new.

When my father brought me to you,
I was very ill...

...and my illness was sexual.

It's clear that the subject I'm studying
is entirely grounded in sexuality.

Naturally, I'm becoming more
and more acutely aware of the fact...

...that I have no sexual experience.

Law students are not normally
expected to rob banks.

It's generally thought to be the man
who should take the initiative.

Don't you think there's
something male in every woman...

...and something female
in every man?

- Or should be?
- Maybe.

I expect you're right, yes.

If you ever want to
take the initiative...

...I live in that building there...

...where the bay window is.

I can't understand
what you're waiting for.

Just take her
to some secluded spot...

...and thrash her
to within an inch of her life.

That's clearly what she wants.

How can you deny her
such a simple pleasure?

Pleasure is never simple,
as you very well know.

It is.

Of course it is.

Until we decide to complicate it.

What my father calls maturity.

What I call surrender.

Surrender, for me,
would be to give in to these urges.

Then surrender.

Doesn't matter what you call it...

...as long as you
don't let the experience escape.

That's my prescription.

I'm supposed to be treating you.

And it's been most effective.

I'd say the analysis
was not too far from completion.

Mine, yes.

Not so sure about yours.

I've been spending so much time
with him.

I'm afraid I've been neglecting
some of my other patients.

He's immensely seductive,
quite sure he's right...

...and obsessionally neurotic.

Pretty dangerous, in fact.

Do you mean you doubt
your powers to convince him?

Worse than that.

What I'm afraid of
is his power to convince me.

On the subject of monogamy,
for example.

Why should we put
so much frantic effort...

...into suppressing
our most basic natural instincts?

I don't know. You tell me.

Thank you.

I really needed that.

Dr. Jung...

...rest assured that, thanks to you,
I am alive and healthy.

But please be so good
as to tell my father that I am dead.

And whatever you do, do not pass by
the oasis without stopping to drink.

Otto.

Who is it?

A friend.

Come inside.

It's so beautiful.

I feel as though
we've always lived here.

They say we'll be able to move in
by the end of the week.

I'm sorry to be like this again.

What do you mean?

So big and unattractive.

Don't be absurd.

I expect you wish you
were a polygamist, like Otto Gross.

If I were, it would be something
quite different than what we have...

...which is sacred.

I would have to be sure
you understood that.

I wouldn't want to know
anything about it.

I have a surprise for you.

The boat you always wanted...

...with red sails.

Thank you.

Thank you for all of this.

You're a good man.

You deserve everything that's good.

If I say something...

...will you promise not
to take it the wrong way?

What?

Don't you think we ought to stop...

...now?

I'm married.

Obviously I'm being deceitful.

Is it right for us
to perpetuate this deceit?

Do you want to stop?

Of course I don't.

When you make love to your wife...

...how is it?

Describe it to me.

When you live under the same roof
with someone, it becomes habit.

You know, it's always very tender.

Then this is another thing.

Another thing...

...in another country.

With me...

...I want you to be ferocious.

I want you to punish me.

I knew it was a boy this time.
I told you.

I believed you.

Will you come back to us now?

Pity. I should never have
sent Dr. Gross to you.

I blame myself.

No, I'm very grateful you did.

All those provocative discussions
helped crystallize a lot of my thinking.

Did he really send you his hotel bill?

Only for a couple of nights.

He's an addict. I can see that now.

He can only end by doing
great harm to our movement.

You realize this makes you
undisputed crown prince, don't you?

My son and heir.

I'm not sure I deserve
such an accolade.

Don't say another word.

I often take my walk up here.

It's inspired some of my best ideas.

You mustn't think
I have a closed mind.

I have absolutely no objection...

...to your studying telepathy
or parapsychology...

...to your heart's content.

But I would make the point
that our own field is so embattled...

...that it can only be dangerous
to stray into any kind of mysticism.

Don't you see? We have to stay within
the most rigorously scientific confines.

- You all right?
- Yes. But I can't agree with you.

Why should we draw
some arbitrary line...

...and rule out whole areas
of investigation?

Precisely because
the world is full of enemies...

...looking for any way they can
to discredit us.

And the moment they see us abandon
the firm ground of sexual theory...

...to wallow in the black mud
of superstition, they will pounce.

As far as I'm concerned, even to raise
these subjects is professional suicide.

- I knew that was going to happen.
- What?

I felt something like that
would happen.

I had a kind of burning
in my stomach.

What are you talking about?
It's the heating.

The wood in the bookcase
cracked, that's all.

No. It's what's known as a catalytic
exteriorization phenomenon.

A what?

A catalytic exteriorization
phenomenon.

Don't be ridiculous.

My diaphragm
started to glow red-hot.

- Look, I know it's late.
- It's going to happen again.

- What?
- In a minute, it's going to happen.

My dear young friend, this is
exactly what I'm talking about.

You must promise...

You see?

That's just...

You can't be serious.

There are so many mysteries,
so much further to go.

Please. We can't be too careful.

We can't afford to wander
into these speculative areas.

Telepathy, singing bookcases,
fairies at the bottom of the garden.

It won't do.

It won't do.

There's a poem by Lermontov,
keeps going round my head...

...about a prisoner who finally
achieves some happiness...

...when he succeeds in
releasing a bird from its cage.

Why do you think
this is preoccupying you?

I think it means...

...that when I become a doctor,
what I want more than anything...

...is to give people
back their freedom...

...the way you gave me mine.

Right. That's enough now.

There we go.

Fascinating.

Come along, my dear.

All the standard symptoms
of the nymphomaniac.

Yes.

Except that whenever anyone
responded to her advances...

...she would run a mile.

That's the puzzling feature
of the case.

I must say it's a great pleasure
to see you in your natural habitat.

There's a rumor
running around Vienna...

...that you've taken one
of your patients as a mistress.

It's absolutely untrue.

Well, of course it is.

So I've been telling everyone.

What's being said?

Oh, I don't know.

That the woman's
been bragging about it.

That somebody is sending out
anonymous letters.

Usual sort of thing.

Bound to happen sooner or later.

It's an occupational hazard.

Yes.

I hope I'd never be stupid enough to
get emotionally involved with a patient.

I'm confused. I feel trapped.

I've trapped myself
into feeling divided, guilty.

I've never wanted you to feel guilty.

I don't see how we can go on.

You mustn't say that.

I have some kind of illness.

Remember the love and patience
I showed when you were ill.

- That's what I need from you now.
- Of course.

You have it always.
Oh, please don't go.

I must.

- I have to.
- No.

- I have to.
- No!

I have to.

I can't say I'm sorry
to say goodbye to him.

Not the easiest houseguest
we've ever had.

No.

I don't think he ever recovered
from the first view of the house.

Still, I suppose compared
to that tiny flat in Vienna...

Why did he refuse to meet
the Herr Direktor?

Oh, he's always been a great one
for bearing incomprehensible grudges.

Did he say anything to you
about anonymous letters?

Surely you didn't think I'd let you go
without putting up a fight?

Fräulein Spielrein!

Why are you doing this?

- Please sit down.
- And how could you treat me this way?

Sit down.

I tried to explain to your mother.

How you dared
to say those things to her.

She came in waving an anonymous
letter, demanding to know if it was true.

I told her even if it were, the position
would not be quite as she imagined...

- ...since you're no longer my patient.
- Of course I'm your patient.

Technically not.
Not since I stopped charging you.

That's what she said.

I told her I didn't believe her...

...and she told me you said your fee
was 20 francs a consultation.

I was making the point that
I'd take you back as a patient...

...but I could only undertake
to see you inside this office.

How can you
be so cold and offhand?

I was trying to make her understand...

...the distinction between
a patient and a friend.

Listen...

...I made a stupid mistake.

Is that what it was?

I broke an elementary rule
of my profession.

I'm your doctor,
and I believe I did you some good.

I can't forgive myself
for overstepping the mark.

I should have known that you wouldn't
be able to help wanting more.

I don't want more. I never wanted
more. I never asked for more.

You didn't have to ask.

Even if you're right,
which I dispute...

...you think this is a proper way
to behave towards me?

Refusing to speak to me
except in your office?

I'm your physician.

From now on, that's all I can be.

Don't you love me any more?

Only as your physician.

- You think I'm going to stand for this?
- What choice do you have?

And there's your 20 francs.

Dear Professor Freud...

...I'd be most grateful if you'd allow
me to come visit you in Vienna...

...on a matter of great interest
to us both.

Dear friend, I have just received
this extremely strange letter.

Do you know this woman?
Who is she?

As you will no doubt recall...

...Spielrein was the case that
brought you and me together...

...for which reason
I've always regarded her...

...with special gratitude
and affection...

...until I understood that she was
systematically planning my seduction.

Now I have no idea
what her intentions may be.

Revenge, I suspect.

I have never shown
such friendship to a patient...

...nor have I ever been made to suffer
so much in return.

I am hoping you will agree
to act as a kind of go-between...

...and avert a disaster.

Your famous saying is carved
in block letters on my heart:

"Whatever you do, give up
any idea of trying to cure them."

Experiences like this,
however painful...

...are necessary and inevitable.

Without them,
how can we know life?

Dear Miss Spielrein

...Dr. Jung is a good friend
and colleague of mine...

...whom I believe to be incapable
of frivolous or shabby behavior.

What I infer from your letter...

...is that you used to be close friends,
but are no longer so.

If this is the case,
I would urge you to consider...

...whether the feelings
that have survived this friendship...

...are not best suppressed
and forgotten...

...and without the intervention
and involvement...

...of third persons such as myself.

Herr Doctor.

Fräulein Spielrein.

What is it?

I heard you were leaving the hospital.

As you see.

People say it's because
of the scandal I caused.

I've been planning to leave anyway.

Well, I'm sorry if I precipitated it.

You've always been
something of a catalyst.

I've had a letter from Professor Freud.

Oh. yes?

The thing that shone through
was how much he loves you.

But what was also clear
is that you denied everything.

You let him think
that I was a fantasist or a liar.

I don't see that
it's any of his business.

I've come here to ask you
to tell the truth.

What?

I want you to write to him,
tell him everything.

Then I want him to write to me again
to confirm you've told him everything.

Are you blackmailing me?

I'm asking you to tell the truth.

Why is this so important to you?

I want him to take me as his patient.

Does it have to be him?

It has to be him.

You don't feel the same way
about him, do you?

I'm disappointed by
his rigid pragmatism...

...his insistence that nothing can
possibly exist unless some puny...

...or transitory intelligence
has first become aware of it.

All the same, will you write to him?

I could have damaged you,
you know.

Far worse than I did.

I chose not to.

All right, I'll do it.

Thank you.

It means everything to me.

Are you going somewhere
for the summer?

Berlin, with my parents.

But you are going to come back
to the university to qualify?

Of course.

I'm going to America with Freud,
although he doesn't yet know it.

That's nice.

Goodbye.

In view of my friendship for the
patient and her complete trust in me...

...what I did was indefensible.

I confess this very unhappily
to you, my father figure.

Dear Miss Spielrein,
lowe you an apology.

But the fact that I was wrong...

...and that the man is to be blamed
rather than the woman...

...satisfies my own need
to revere women.

Please accept my admiration
for the very dignified way...

...in which you
have resolved this conflict.

Do we have all the necessary
paperwork, Ferenczi?

I have everything, professor.

Good.

I've always been in two minds
about America.

Maybe we made a foolish error.
Do they really want us there?

They postponed the Congress for
two months so that you could attend.

Surely that gives you
some indication.

Yes.

- It's gonna be a great adventure.
- Yes.

I hope you're right.

I go this way.

What do you mean?

I left my wife to make
the arrangements.

I'm afraid she's booked me
a first-class stateroom.

I see.

I was on the Swiss-Austrian border
somewhere in the mountains at dusk.

There was a long wait...

...because everybody's baggage
was being searched.

I noticed a decrepit customs official...

...wearing the old royal
and imperial uniform.

And I was watching him
walking up and down...

...with his melancholy
and disgruntled expression...

...when someone said to me,
"He isn't really there.

He's a ghost who still hasn't
found out how to die properly."

Is that the whole dream?

All I can remember.

Did you say
the Swiss-Austrian border?

Yes.

Must have something to do with us.

You think so?

Everybody's being searched.

Perhaps that's an indication...

...that ideas which used
to flow freely between us...

...are now subject to the most
suspicious examination.

You mean the ideas
flowing in your direction.

And I'm afraid the old relic shuffling
about in this entirely useless fashion...

- ...must almost certainly be me.
- Wait a minute.

Whom you very mercifully wish
could be put out of his misery.

A humane death wish.

Perhaps the fact
that he was unable to die...

...simply indicated
the immortality of his ideas.

Yes.

So you agree it must have been me?

Well, I didn't say that.

No.

Never mind.

It's a most entertaining example.

What about you?
Do you have a dream to report?

I had a most elaborate dream
last night.

Particularly rich.

Well, let's hear it.

I'd love to tell you,
but I don't think I should.

Whyever not?

I wouldn't want to risk my authority.

Take it from me, what you're
looking at is the future.

You think they know we're on our way,
bringing them the plague?

Fräulein Spielrein.

Whose idea was it for you
to send me your dissertation?

The Herr Direktor.

Oh, yes, of course.

He kept insisting this was the kind
of material you were looking for...

...for your yearbook.

It certainly is a very fascinating case
you've chosen to investigate.

But if we're to consider it...

...there are one or two mistakes
which will have to be dealt with.

Of course.

Might you have a little time
to discuss all this?

Yes.

When I left the hospital...

...I was afraid it'd take years
to build a roster of patients...

...but I'm already under siege.

Anyway, I don't see why
a little more work...

...won't make your dissertation
eminently publishable.

Do you think we'd be able
to work on it together without...?

It's always going to be something
of a risk, us seeing one another.

Yes.

But I believe we have the character
to deal with the situation, don't you?

I hope so.

I somehow imagined you'd have found
another admirer by now.

No.

You were the jewel of great price.

Shall we say this time next Tuesday?

And I'll start gently
ripping you to shreds.

Explain this analogy you make...

...between the sex instinct
and the death instinct.

Professor Freud
claims that the sexual drive...

...arises from a simple urge
towards pleasure.

If he's right, the question is:

Why is this urge so often
successfully repressed?

You had a theory involving
the impulse towards destruction...

...and self-destruction, losing oneself.

Well, suppose
we think of sexuality as fusion.

Losing oneself, as you say,
but losing oneself in the other.

In other words,
destroying one's own individuality.

Wouldn't the ego, in self-defense,
automatically resist that impulse?

- For selfish, not for social reasons?
- Yes.

I'm saying that perhaps true sexuality
demands the destruction of the ego.

In other words, the opposite
of what Freud proposes.

When I graduate,
I've decided to leave Zurich.

I have to.

Why?

You know why.

It's true.

I'm nothing but a philistine, Swiss,
bourgeois, complacent coward.

I want to leave everything,
break away and disappear with you.

Then comes the voice of the philistine.

Where will you go?

Vienna, maybe.

Please don't go there.

I must go wherever I need to feel free.

Don't.

You know your paper...

...led to one of the most stimulating
discussions we've ever had...

...at the Psychoanalytic Society.

Do you really think the sexual drive
is a demonic and destructive force?

Yes, at the same time
as being a creative force...

...in the sense that it can produce...

...out of the destruction
of two individualities, a new being.

But the individual must always
overcome resistance...

...because of the self-annihilating
nature of the sexual act.

I fought against the idea
for some time...

...but I suppose there must be
some kind of indissoluble link...

...between sex and death.

I don't feel the relationship
is quite the way you've portrayed it...

...but I'm grateful to you
for animating the subject...

...in such a stimulating way.

The only slight shock
was your introduction...

...at the very end of your paper,
of the name of Christ.

Are you completely opposed...

...to any kind of religious dimension
in our field?

In general, I don't care if a man
believes in Rama, Marx or Aphrodite...

...as long as he keeps it
out of the consulting room.

Is that what's at the bottom
of your dispute with Dr. Jung?

I have no dispute with Dr. Jung.

I was simply mistaken about him.

I thought he'd be able to carry
our work forward after I was gone.

I didn't bargain
for second-rate mysticism...

...and self-aggrandizing shamanism.

Nor did I realize he could be
so brutal and sanctimonious.

He's trying to find some way forward so
we don't just have to tell our patients:

"This is why you are the way you are."

He wants to say, "We can show you
what it is you might want to become."

Playing God, in other words.

We have no right to do that.

The world is as it is.

Understanding and accepting that
is the way to psychic health.

What good can we do
if our aim is simply...

...to replace one delusion
with another?

Well, I agree with you.

I've noticed that in crucial areas
of dispute...

...between Dr. Jung and myself,
you tend to favor me.

I thought you had no dispute
with him.

You still love him.

That's not why I'm pleading his cause.
I...

I just feel that if you two
don't find some way to coexist...

...it will hold back the progress of
psychoanalysis, perhaps indefinitely.

Is there no way to avert a rupture?

Correct scientific relations
will be maintained, of course.

I'll be seeing him at the editorial
meeting in Munich in September...

...and I shall be perfectly civil.

To tell you the truth, what finished him
for me was all that business about you.

The lies, the ruthless behavior.

I was very shocked.

I think he loved me.

I'm afraid your idea
of a mystical union...

...with a blond Siegfried
was inevitably doomed.

Put not your trust in Aryans.

We're Jews, my dear Miss Spielrein...

...and Jews we will always be.

Now, the real reason
I invited you here this evening...

...was to ask if you'd be prepared
to take on one or two of my patients.

I was interested in what
you said about monotheism...

...that it arose historically out of
some kind of patricidal impulse.

Yes. Akhenaton, who,
as far as we know...

...was the first to put forth the bizarre
notion that there was only one god.

Also had his father's name erased and
chiseled out of all public monuments.

That's not strictly true.

- Not true?
- No.

You mean it was
most probably a myth?

No, I mean there were two perfectly
straightforward reasons for Akhenaton...

...or Amenophis IV,
as I prefer to call him...

...to excise his father's name
from the cartouches.

First, this was something
traditionally done...

...by all new kings who didn't wish
their father's name...

...to continue as public currency.

In the same way as your article
in the yearbook...

...fails to mention my name?

Your name is so well-known, it hardly
seemed necessary to mention it.

Do go on.

Secondly...

...Amenophis only struck out the first
half of his father's name, Amenhotep...

...because, like the first half of his
name, it was shared by Amen...

...one of the gods he was
determined to eliminate.

As simple as that?

The explanation doesn't
seem to me unduly simple.

And do you think your man...

...whatever you call him...

...felt no hostility whatsoever
toward his father?

I have no means of proof,
of course.

Amenophis may have thought his
father's name was familiar enough...

...and that now it might be time
to make a name for himself.

How sweet it must be to die.

If I may say so, dear professor...

you make the mistake of
treating your friends like patients.

This enables you to reduce them
to the level of children...

...so that their only choice is
to become obsequious nonentities...

...or bullying enforcers
of the party line...

...while you sit on the mountaintop,
the infallible father figure...

...and nobody dares to pluck you
by the beard and say:

"Think about your behavior, then
decide which one of us is neurotic."

I speak as a friend.

Your letter cannot be answered.

Your claim that I treat my friends
like patients is self-evidently untrue

As to which of us is the neurotic,
I thought we analysts were agreed...

...a little neurosis was nothing
whatever to be ashamed of.

But a man like you
who behaves quite abnormally...

...and then stands
there, shouting...

...how normal he is, does
give considerable cause for concern.

For a long time now, our relationship
has been hanging by a thread.

And a thread, moreover, mostly
consisting of past disappointments.

We have nothing to
lose by cutting it.

You will be the best judge
of what this moment means to you.

The rest is silence.

So good to have met you at last,
Dr. Spielrein.

We did meet once before
when I was your husband's patient.

I think you're right.

Your children are glorious.

Thank you. You must let us know
when yours arrives.

- I expect you want a boy.
- No.

No, my husband and I both think
we would prefer a girl.

Really?

I wish you could help him.

Why? What's the matter?

He's not himself.

He's very confused and bogged down
with his book.

He's not sleeping.

He's not taking on any new patients.

He hasn't recovered from the violence
of his break with Professor Freud.

What you're describing
is very unlike my memory of him.

If you're staying in town, I'd try to
persuade him to let you analyze him.

I know he always set great store
by your opinion.

You are taking patients now?

I've pretty much decided
to specialize in child psychology.

I'm not sure if it's a field
he approves of.

I haven't discussed it with him,
but...

You better go and talk to him.

No one can help him more than you.

I hope you're right.

Your children are beautiful.

So you're married?

Yes.

He's a doctor?

Yes. His name is Pavel Scheftel.

Russian.

Yes, a Russian Jew.

What's he like?

Kind.

Good.

Good.

- Are you all right?
- Yes.

I haven't been sleeping very well and
I keep having this apocalyptic dream.

A terrible flood from
the North Sea to the Alps.

Houses washed away.
Thousands of floating corpses.

Eventually, it comes crashing
into the lake in a great tidal wave.

And by this time, the water...

...roaring down
like some vast avalanche...

...has turned to blood.

The blood of Europe.

What do you think it means?

I have no idea...

...unless it's about to happen.

What are your plans?

We've been thinking
of going back to Russia.

As long as you leave Vienna.

I spoke to him last week.

- I can't believe nothing's...
- There's nothing to be done.

The day he refused
to discuss a dream...

...on the grounds that it might risk
his authority, I should have known.

After that, for me,
he had no authority.

It was a blow when I discovered
you'd chosen his side.

It's not a question of sides.

I have to work in the direction my
instinct tells my intelligence is right.

Don't forget,
you cured me with his method.

What he'll never accept is that what
we understand has got us nowhere.

We have to go into
uncharted territory.

We have to go back to the sources
of everything we believe.

I don't want to just open a door...

...show the patient his illness,
squatting there.

I want to find a way to help the patient
reinvent himself. To send him...

...on a journey, at the end is waiting
the person he was intended to be.

It's no good making yourself ill
in the process.

Only the wounded physician
can hope to heal.

I'm told you have a new mistress.

Is that right?

What's her name?

Toni.

- Is she like me?
- No.

She's an ex-patient?

- Yes.
- Jewish?

Half Jewish.

- Training to be an analyst?
- Yes.

But she's not like me?

Of course she makes me think of you.

How do you make it work?

I don't know.

Emma, as you've seen,
is the foundation of my house.

Toni is the perfume in the air.

My love for you was the most
important thing in my life.

For better or worse...

...it made me understand who I am.

This should be mine.

Yes.

Sometimes you have to do
something unforgivable...

...just to be able to go on living.