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Clara!

Hector.

- Morning, sweetheart. - Morning.

Time to rise, time to shine.

Mm.

Once upon a time,

there was a young psychiatrist called Hector,

who had a very satisfactory life.

His world was tidy,

uncomplicated...

And he liked it that way.

He took great comfort in its predictable patterns.

Patterns his girlfriend Clara was happy to maintain.

Thank you.

Bye.

Oh!

Any lapse was swiftly rectified.

Hector had a great deal of patience

for his patients, if you see what I mean.

Every day, I ask myself,

"How could my marriage just explode the way it did?"

And like all the best psychiatrists,

he knew how to answer a question with a question.

Jane, what does exploding mean to you?

It's no good. I have lost my psychic mojo.

Oh, I just can't see a way out.

All my clients will leave me.

Hector, look at me, I want the truth.

Do you see my light?

Here.

Please, don't lie to me.

I see your point.

His patients never crossed paths with each other.

They couldn't.

Once in a while, Hector prescribed pills

with funny sounding names.

Roger, have you taken your meds?

I am fucking Ferrari.

What?

Experimenting until he landed upon

- the one most suitable. - Roger...

Two fat ladies! Eighty-eight.

His clients always returned.

They gave his name to their friends

who gave his name to their friends.

After all, Hector's rates were very fair.

They hadn't changed in years.

Okay-

Come to think of it, neither had Hector.

And if that wasn't enough...

within six days,

our Clara discovers the name for a companion drug,

which had eluded the marketing department for six months.

Now, that's a talent for words.

But what I love most about her

is that in the 10 years that she's been with us,

she has yet to discover the words "maternity" or "leave."

Clara.

Thank you, all, so much.

What's in a name?

A glimmer of hope.

A chance for change.

That's right.

A way to alleviate suffering.

It's been five years since we launched Tranquiline.

Correction. No, it's been a lifetime for those

- who benefited from it. - Yeah.

I'm getting emotional. To Marketing.

I love you guys!

C'est magnifique!

Hit that key.

No. No..

Not me. Not me. Oh!

Come on!

Give them money.

Oh, it's...

Yay!

"What am I doing?"

You are intriguing me.

You are not working with these people?

Oh, no, I'm Hector. I'm a psychiatrist.

Psychiatrist.

Hello. You can help me.

Oh, I think not.

But I want a penis.

- A penis. - You mean happiness.

Everybody want 'appiness but you cannot own 'appiness.

Yes, sorry. It's, uh, elusive, yeah.

- You can't touch happiness. - You cannot touch 'appiness.

I do!

Listen to me, I want a penis in my bottom.

No, no, you want happiness from the bottom of your heart.

That is what I said, a penis... in my bottom.

Stop it.

Oh, God!

- Ahh! - Oh!

I love my Hector.

I love my Clara.

No, really, I love

my weird-ass-eccentric-

nobody-else-is-like-him Hector.

Promise me you'll never change.

Thank you for humoring all my friends.

You know I'd do the same for you.

- I don't have any friends. - Of course you do, Hector.

Back off, Malcolm. That's not funny.

Give me your hand.

Oh, no, see? Nothing. Nope.

I can still, you know, talk the talk like you do, Hector.

Like the way you answer a question with a question.

What do you mean?

Yeah, that's it. "Who's this to?"

- You're so transparent, Hector. - Am I?

You have your non-committal nonsense,

I have my new age wealth lie I can serve up to any client.

"Your mother has had a hard life."

Tell me what mother hasn't had a hard life.

Or "You're going on a journey."

I feel like a fraud.

Don't tell me you don't know what I'm talking about.

Everyday, you're just going through the motions,

never being authentic.

Authentic.

You know what, Anjali, I think this represents some sort of growth.

You know, just be careful that when you have these visions...

Hallucination.

That the ego might just be shaping them to its own needs.

Let's try the medication for another week, shall we?

But the tumor was benign.

Yeah. No, no, yeah. No.

Yes or no?

Yes.

So, this isn't even a cancer story.

Hector.

You seem a little blue. Not your usual self.

Is it Roger?

No. No.

Um, actually, Ben, it's my other patients.

You know, they all like to think they're hopeless.

That's hopeless.

Are you happy?

You're breaking up with me, aren't you?

No! No.

You can't just come out with a question like that.

You have to build up to it.

You know you have to have a preamble.

Alright, alright. I'm sorry.

Do you consider yourself to be happy?

Alright, look. Okay.

I've got it, I've got it, I've got it.

Far be it from me, and I...

Forgive me for asking, and I don't mean to pry.

But... do you consider yourself as a happy person?

Is this because I'm not ready to be a mother?

- Other hand, please. - Absolutely not.

- But I've only done the left one. - Sorry.

This has nothing... nothing to do with you not being a mother.

I know what you're saying, Hector.

No one wants to live with a person knowing they'll never be happy.

- So, you're, uh... - Back in business.

- Yes. - And you can...

Channel what's to come. See the future. Yes.

- Mm-hmm. - Give me your hand.

- Oh, not again. - Please. Come on.

Wait, are we off the clock?

- Call it even. - Cool.

But you are getting a bargain. I charge more than you.

I keep telling you, you should put up your fees.

You're going on a journey.

Am I?

Be serious.

I am. You are.

To distant lands.

Well, is there anything else?

I see you're at peace. I see you're happy.

Really?

I see you loving like you've never loved before.

Wow!

Yeah, well.

- Maybe in my next life. - Hector, this is your next life.

- I see you with a dead dog. - What?

You're a little boy. You're crying.

Oh, my God! You were an only child.

- A lonely child, you poor thing. - Oh, come on.

It makes sense, your life. How exhausting.

- I see a girl on a beach. - What do you mean a girl on a...

- Why have you never called her? - What do you mean call her?

- Are you sterile? - No, I am not sterile.

No, no, no, wait. That's not it.

It's your life. Why am I getting sterility?

Someone is hurting you, making you angry.

- Time's up. - It's you.

- Come on. - It's you. You're making you angry.

Just stop, okay! Stop. Stop projecting.

I'm not the patient here, Anjali, come on.

- So exhausting. - Yes, so exhausting.

I know, I know. Thank you. See you next week. Thank you.

Who's Agnes?

I can't sell the house, the cracks are back.

They'd taken it off the menu. The evening was ruined.

The only reason to go there was the white pie.

I'm thinking of taking in other people's laundry.

To get some extra cash to help pay for the nanny.

Otherwise, we're going under.

I was doing the exercises, but I fell asleep.

And now the sergeant says I'm not standing straight.

Nobody brought me a birthday...

Present I actually wanted.

- About the matter of weight...

But his feet really are a problem.

Nipples just aren't an erogenous zone for men.

I'm gonna have to cut the nanny down to five days a week.

- It's an uphill battle. - I'm at the end of my rope.

The end of your rope.

- The end of your rope! - Yeah.

I'll give you a rope.

Okay, a child witnessing his parents gunned down

in a drive-by shooting, there's a rope!

A midwife in Africa, trying to deliver babies

with no running water, that is a rope!

Tintin.

Literally at the end of his rope.

Does he cut the rope to save his own life

or does he hold on to stop his friend from falling to a certain death?

Cut the rope, Tintin! Cut the rope!

Jane, Jane! Jane! Jane!

I'm sorry. I am very, very sorry.

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

Same time next week?

Um, I have to take my daughter sailing for a couple of days.

Yes. Yes, I do remember you mentioning that.

So, the following week?

I still won't be back.

You said a couple of days.

Yeah.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... nine.

This is not a couple of days, okay?

This is ten days holiday. Jane, fucking own it!

Malcolm...

Malcolm, you stupid bastard!

Give me that. Give me that!

Oh! Ridiculous!

Euforalan.

Solatun. As in a ton of sun.

Um, Apollonax. Oh, no, that's the wrong list.

Oh, that's funny, that's for August.

Uh, erectile dysfunction.

What do you think, by the way? Apollonax?

Apollo and his axe?

Hoo!

I need to get away.

Take a trip.

I'm not making my patients any happier and I just...

I need to do some research.

On what?

Happiness, you know, so I can help.

Look at my life, Clara, I just...

I feel like such a fraud.

You know, like an armchair traveler

dishing out worldly advice.

When?

Soon. Very soon. Now.

There's no way I can get the time off, I mean not now.

Not at this time of the year.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Okay, I'm sorry. I really, really am.

Will you be here when I get back?

How long will you be gone?

I don't know.

Then I can't answer the question, can I?

I think you're right, I think I just went totally off the map

with that whole Tintin reference.

Now, don't get me wrong.

There's real value to your inner Tintin.

- My what? - Your inner Tintin.

The Boy Scout in you.

Don't ever lose it.

It's just that... Well, how can I put this.

Just so long as Tintin isn't driving the bus.

Where were you thinking of going on this journey of yours?

I was thinking China.

Oh, China!

Brilliant.

Sleeves...

- Removable. - Obviously.

- Trousers, convertible. - Obviously.

Hat, reversible.

Obviously.

Oh, and in case of emergencies...

Oh, God forbid.

Passport, lmodium, antihistamine, nose strips.

- And remember, avoid dairy. - Yes.

Got enough socks?

Uh... yes, I think so.

I don't want to over-pack it, and, you know, it all fits.

Neat and tidy, like us.

- What's like us? - Tidy.

It's like who we are. Tidy.

It's like that's our... agreement, isn't it?

Hector...

I get it.

If you're gonna do this, do it totally.

Make it worthwhile.

Okay, you have my permission, alright?

- Really? - Really. I mean it.

Totally.

Can I help you, sir?

Arms up, please, sir.

- Hey, you sit in my seat. - Pardon?

I make an Internet booking weeks ago.

No, no, what are you, 39-D?

Expects you that you travel on my lap?

Look, there's obviously been some sort of mix-up.

- I'll do whatever you want. - Let me go and check.

This way, sir.

- Your seat. - Okay.

Great.

Sorry, could you move your bag? Sorry.

Champagne, sir.

- Is the Pope circumcised? - Uh-hmm.

Don't you mean...

- Mm. - Ahh!

Can I please get the champagne from first class at least?

- A decent one. - Ah, I doubt it.

This isn't decent?

- Down or memory foam? - What?

The pillow. Did you order memory foam?

I forget. Did I?

That's my little joke.

I'm sorry, sir, I'm going to need to stow your bag.

Of course. Please do.

- Oh. - Sorry. I'll get it.

Oh! It's like Twister. Oh, you've won.

Ah.

Thank you.

Ohh.

Isn't that sweet?

Oh, look at that.

It's a gift from my other half.

She must have snuck it into my bag and I didn't know.

"Fill these pages."

I will.

- Anything from Duty-Free, sir? - Oh, yes, please.

Actually, I'd like the keep-it handy travel candy, please.

- Immigration form? - Oh, yes, please. Thank you.

Give it back.

- It costs more than your car. - Thank you.

- Sorry. - Don't worry, sir.

- The glass is unbreakable. - Ah. Very clever.

Unbreakable.

Unbreakable.

Hmm.

Oi.

Uh, sorry, um...

Are you sure there's no room in first class?

I'm sorry, sir.

- Wife? - Old flame, university.

We all got one of those.

First time in China?

- Yeah. - Business or pleasure?

Research, actually. I'm a psychiatrist.

I want to know what makes people happy.

Hector.

Edward.

Watch yourself.

Okay-

Thank you.

Oh.

That fucker's got my fucking pen.

Edward! I still got your pen.

Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine. Alright.

Wait.

I can't thank you enough.

So, where are you staying?

At the Marriott.

The Marriott for happy?

Well, it's central.

Why, have you got any other suggestions?

Let me show you happy.

Whoever said money can't buy happiness.

Fuck you.

This is incredible. This is incredible.

Just incredible, the whole thing. The meal, my room.

Edward, I'm just... I'm curious, okay?

Far be it from me, and forgive me for asking.

- And I don't mean to pry. - Time is money. Spit it out.

- Right. Are you happy? - When you work as much as I do,

you don't have time to ask yourself that question.

That's why I'm thinking of quitting.

What, now?

God, no. In another $20 million.

Mind you, I've been saying that for the last $100 million.

Oh, you bust a gut, you earn enough money, you retire,

you do something you like.

Or nothing at all.

And then you're happy?

Yeah, we're addicted.

Divorced or dead. What the hell?

Oh.

You pick a goal, you work towards it.

Makes you feel better.

Just keep moving, that's my motto.

Maybe there's only one way to retire and be happy.

And what's that?

Don't retire.

It's time for some real China. Come on.

Real? Okay.

Let me just grab a bit of this.

It's not what you know, Hector. It's not who you know.

It's how much you pay who you know.

- Hey, how are you? - How have you been? Hello.

- Hey, Jim. - Hey, Edward.

- Back from Berlin. - You're back in town.

By the way, this is Mr. Perry.

What are you doing?

- Uh, I'm... - Are you a writer?

No, um... No, I'm just taking some notes.

- Do you believe that? - Well, I wouldn't know.

I'm not rich and I'm not important, so...

What a coincidence. Neither am l.

Oh.

"The search for happiness."

Is it in here?

No.

Perhaps over there.

Uh, no, no.

That is torture for me. I don't dance.

Why not? I mean, you don't like to move around...

- No, I really... - ...and move your body a little?

- No. - Come on, it's fun.

I... You know what, it's...

Or is it right here...

in your smile?

My name is Ying Li. I'm a student.

Hector.

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you, too.

Oops, sorry. Too long.

- So, what do you study, Ying Li? - Tourism.

I'm a tourist.

What a coincidence.

Oh, oh, oh. Hm-mm.

- Edward! - Having a good time?

Yeah.

Oh, that was mine? I wasn't aware I was drinking.

You go next.

Listen to this.

Well, I will drink to that.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Hey, I have an idea. I have an idea.

Who is available tomorrow night? Let's mark the bottle.

- Hey, you're cheating. - I'm not cheating.

- You are cheating. - No, no, no.

- I'm not cheating. - You are cheating.

- You're cheating. - Lighten up, lighten up.

Alright, alright, alright.

Will I see you again?

What hotel are you staying at?

Hyatt on the Bund.

What a coincidence.

Welcome back to Hyatt on the Bund.

Well, I'm, uh...

I'm not sure what the custom is for escorting a young lady

to her room.

I'll be right back.

I'm not sure what the custom is...

for undressing in front of...

Hector?

Hector?

Hector.

This is Hector.

Did you have a good time last night?

Yeah, you know happy.

Hey, I gotta go-

Um, I'd really like to take you to lunch.

- Really? - Yeah.

Um, you pick.

Just text me when and where.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's nice. I like it.

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

- Hi. - Hi.

Listen, this is China.

You're Chinese. I'm clueless.

I need to get to the mountains.

Why don't you come with me?

- Too soon? - Hmm.

It's preamble, Hector. Preamble.

No. It's just... you're different.

You're kind.

I'm not used to it.

They look very happy.

They're with their friends.

Why are they sitting in the middle of the street?

They have nowhere else to go. It's their day off.

They have no money to stay in cafes.

They send their income to their families,

so they meet here on the street.

They come from the countryside like I do.

My sisters and mother are still there.

Look at them, they're like a happy little island

in a sea of grim businessmen.

Makes you wonder.

Hey, listen.

Your mother and your sisters, we could pay them a visit,

you know on our trip.

Oh, Hector.

The difference between those three ladies and me...

is that there's no shame in how they make their money.

They can show their faces back home.

I can't.

Oh.

Oh, why is that then?

Ying Li!

Hey, wait.

Sorry. Sorry.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Your friend paid for last night.

Who's paying for today?

But you seemed so real. You tricked me.

You tricked me.

What are you doing? What are you...

Ying Li!

Ying Li!

It's Monday, we are closed.

Oh, yeah, but I've come a very long way.

I'm a psychiatrist. I'm trying to discover what makes people happy.

- It's Monday, we are closed. - Okay, okay, okay.

Look, far be it from me, and forgive me for asking,

and I don't mean to pry, but would you consider yourself

to be a happy person?

What part of Monday don't you understand?

A trainee. He has a lot to learn.

- Would you like to come in? - Uh, yes, please.

'Cause I might not be around next week.

The moment of death is indeed uncertain.

Now, come in.

- Come, come, quick! - Okay.

When you've been a fugitive,

you've been imprisoned for your beliefs,

you've lost family and loved ones.

I mean, you've just been through so much.

- How is it you're so happy? - Because I've been through so much.

Alright, searching for happiness is one thing,

but making it a goal, that just doesn't work, does it?

Higher than that, Hector.

More important than what we are searching for

is what we are avoiding.

Like unhappiness.

So, don't make unhappiness not the goal.

Higher than that.

Avoiding unhappiness is not the road to happiness.

You hold all the cards, Hector.

It's very noble this book you're writing.

When you reach the end of it, come back to me.

I would like to see what you've learned.

Right, you mean when I'm passing through this area again.

We have Skype.

"Sky-pee."

You have Skype?

- Hi. - Hector?

- Hi! - Hi!

Hi.

How is it going? How's work?

It's great.

Can you believe it, they're going with Apollonax?

Whoo-hoo! Market research says it's the biggest erection

they've had to... I mean, sorry, sorry.

Reaction they've had to a survey in 10 years.

Clara, look where I am, I'm in a monastery.

Where you belong.

How is Shanghai?

Yeah, I've made friends with a rich banker,

and he took me around town and we...

Now, you know every kind of happiness money could buy.

It's weird seeing you like this, you look really small.

Hector, come, come.

You have to see. The wind. Come!

Hector! Look.

Do you see?

All of them.

Looks like we lost the scent, eh?

Best keep moving, shall we?

Poor bastard.

I'm sorry.

Where to next?

- Africa. - For happy?

Or unhappy-

Have to wait and see.

You're a very, very strange person, Hector.

The kind of person I normally would avoid like the plague.

Glad I didn't, buddy.

Thank you, Edward. I mean it.

Sir, you do realize that this is four flights.

- That is two days. - Absolutely.

And the last flight is not so...

- Well, it is not exactly... - Absolutely.

Let me put it this way.

First class.

Business class.

Economy.

You.

Bring it.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, my God!

If you look at this plane, you'll notice it's quite old.

That means it's never crashed before.

Should be quite reassuring.

Thank you... I think.

From this point forward, I swear,

I will be nicer to my patients who are afraid to fly.

- Oh, are you a doctor? - I'm a psychiatrist, yeah.

So, I assume you've read this.

Yeah, yeah, I'm familiar with Coreman from my UCLA days.

Just making a name for himself.

Oh, quite a name. I saw him on CNN.

What do they call him?

The Einstein of happiness.

I've read it twice. You can keep it.

I like it but I don't think I need it

as much as the country it was written for.

Thanks.

Oh, my God! Is this really safe?

Oh, God!

Do you have children? Are you married?

- Um, no. - Why not?

Why do I get the feeling there's a woman out there

in the world asking herself the very same question?

You know, there's really only one question.

Whoa!

Side effects may include happiness.

So, what about you? What makes for your happiness?

Home, family.

The idea that my children can live a normal life

without bodyguards taking them to school.

Have you ever had sweet potato stew?

Real sweet potato stew?

Oh, you have to.

Here's the deal. If we land safely,

one night this week, my mother's house,

my whole family, sweet potato stew.

There will be a tomorrow, my friend.

Whoa!

I'll be right back.

- Why don't you let me do this? - That's very kind.

Get the button, get the button, there's a button.

Hector!

Michael, Jesus!

Help.

Can anyone... I've got a Swiss army knife.

- Oh, dear. - This is Marcel.

- He's your bodyguard. - Hi.

Hector. Welcome.

Cars are scarce here, so better to take precautions.

Okay, let's go.

See, you haven't changed.

Neither have you.

I mean, look at you.

Hector goes to Africa.

You and Aggie, you seemed so solid,

what happened with that?

Uh...

Hey, Agnes and I always knew you'd wind up here

when the dust settled.

Yup, all this.

This was my calling, wasn't it?

Well, the dust, as you put it never really settled.

There's been progress, though, right?

I mean, foreign aid. Every time I blink there's another fundraiser.

There's a big difference between being here

and being here to be photographed being here.

The money doesn't always make it to where it's needed most.

It never leaves the city. It's useless.

It's useless. Still a ways to go, Hector.

But, hey, that's why we're here, right?

Okay-

You have a good night's rest, okay?

Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Whoa! Hey! - Don't give them anything.

They'll never leave you alone.

Hector, we'll pick you up at 6:00.

Go straight to the clinic, okay?

See you tomorrow.

Good evening.

Um... hmm.

What sort of beers you have?

Thank you.

I think you might need a bigger sign outside.

Some people seem to be missing it.

Hey, guys. He wants to know how is the peacekeeping going?

You're here to save the planet?

Plant some trees?

Um, no, actually I'm here to help out

at the Edulu Clinic for a week or two.

What's in it for you?

- Nothing. - Hmm.

Your English is very good. Where are you from?

Want to see my passport?

Here you go.

I prefer your hair the way it is now.

That's good. I like that.

So, uh, what brings you here?

- Farming. - Farming, oh.

What kind, and uh, would that be what makes you happy?

What are you, the fucking New York Times?

No, I'm just researching what makes people happy.

If you're wearing a wire, you're dead.

- And you know what? - Yes? Yes, yes?

No one will care. Okay.

No wire. Sorry for the shirt.

Oh.

My name is Hector. I'm a psychiatrist.

Very well, Hector.

I'll bet what I farm makes more people happy

than the crap you dish out.

I see. A farmer. I get it.

Drugs.

Forgive me, but if your happiness

causes other people's unhappiness,

then how can that be happiness?

Doesn't that bother you?

I don't cause unhappiness.

I respond to it. Same as you, we both fill a need.

But the demand we don't create.

Self-righteous fuckers.

What's your solution?

Another Bible?

So, the country gets more poor.

People starve, babies die, and the leaders couldn't care less.

If you want to be happy, take care of your own.

So, you're happy'?

No.

Because my wife isn't happy,

which makes my kids unhappy.

And if my family is not happy,

how can I be happy?

She sees a shrink.

He gave her something new, but it just makes her worse.

Would you mind if I ask what she's taking?

I don't know.

Maybe if you were to show me the prescription, I could help.

- Why? - I'd like to.

Bullshit.

You're in it for yourself like everyone else.

Why would either of us wish to prolong anyone else's misery?

Fuck you.

Holy grief, what is that?

Higher.

With patience and perseverance, you can climb the mountain.

Well, I don't know these dosages.

And, uh, these two clash.

Let me, um...

I'm sorry, me and pens...

Thank you.

Um, this woman is great.

She's based in Bogota. She's an old colleague of mine.

Tell her that I referred your wife.

I think she's been over-medicated.

Could be the source of her immediate problem.

This is my phone number.

Give me a call. Let me know how she goes.

Thank you.

Hector, it's past 6:00. We gotta go.

What were you doing even talking to him?

That's Diego Baresco.

That's the kind of guy that drags this country into shit.

So, wait, you know that guy?

Everybody knows Diego Baresco.

Hector. Really?

Mujari.

- This is Hector. - Hi.

So, let's see.

- How are you feeling? - Very good.

Can you feel the baby move? So move on to Buruthi.

Feel okay, hmm?

This is my friend, Hector. He's gonna help us, too.

We'll just take a look.

I don't hurt anymore. Can I go home?

You're not leaving here until I say so.

But my sister, she needs me.

Buruthi lost his mother last month.

Listen, if you're not well, you're no help to your sister.

Good. Good boy.

Stay with him. Just talk to him.

That I can do.

So, Buruthi...

how old is your sister?

- What? - Your face, it's funny.

It's like this.

Yeah, yeah. That's my listening face.

How about this?

You, you're funny.

Oh, am I? Thank you very much.

You're a big boy.

This is gonna be nothing.

He's gonna be fine.

Gonna be fine.

Mama. Mama!

Shh, shh.

Is that a... There's a lion over here.

Michael, there's two lions, just quite close.

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Take off your iPod, there's a lion really close by.

Is this normal, to have a lion?

See you, buddy.

You know you could always stay awhile.

We sure could use another medical doctor.

It's tempting.

I mean, watching you all week. You are a necessity.

Me, I'm just... I'm a luxury.

I sometimes feel like psychiatry comes with affluence.

You know, the richer the city,

the more psychiatrists there are per square mile.

What does that tell you?

It tells me you're being too hard on yourself.

Come on, Hector, it's not some kind of a competition.

The mind can hurt as much as the body.

And maybe if I seem happy,

it's because I know I'm loved for who I am.

Okay-

- Hello! - Hello.

- Hey, I'm in Africa. - Wow!

Great. I'm with Michael, and he hasn't changed.

He looks exactly like he did in the photo I showed you.

You never showed me a photo of Michael.

- Didn't I? - You just think you did.

Mm. I thought I had.

Hey, listen, Clara, about that last conversation we had...

Hi, boys.

Hey, guys!

Hey-

It's a private conversation.

- Seriously, Clara... - Hector, you know, I got it.

It's fine.

Let's not make this harder than it already is.

- Where are you going? - Out.

- What, like that? - No, in this.

- Oh. - It's a work event.

I've never seen that dress. That dress is new.

I know.

- I've got to go. Bye, Hector. - What do you mean, bye?

We've only...

Out? Huh.

Okay-

Out.

- Hector. - Hey.

They told me you'll come. You're early.

You can get class another time.

So, you are ready for sweet potato soup?

I've never been readier in my life.

Well, cowboy.

Clear the way, you amateurs! Chef coming through.

Chef with a severe case of the saw bits.

Tit-for-tat, only difference is I don't need a sexy black dress.

Alright, alright, alright.

Yeah, everyday.

Mm-mm. More wine.

More wine, more wine.

More wine, more wine!

Aha! Whoa!

Have I said how much I love this music?

I can almost dance. Almost.

I see you, extremely pretty cousin.

Beware, okay? I have permission.

Cheers. Whoo!

- I'm gonna miss you. - Bye-bye.

Oh, I'm gonna miss you, too. You're so beautiful.

Thank you.

- Well, thank you, my friend. - Thank you so very, very much.

Thank you.

Hey, who's available tomorrow night?

I'm available!

Oh, oh, oh, bless you, my son.

Bye.

Sweet potato stew! Yay!

Oh, okay.

- Oh, okay. - Okay.

- Keys... - In the cab, man!

Hurry! Hurry, hurry, hurry!

I want you to go outside.

- Move, move, move. - Stay there!

Keep-it-handy travel candy?

Why are you different? Why are you both different?

What is this place?

No, you've got to understand. I'm a psychiatrist.

I'm neutral, I'm Switzerland.

Look, can we just see this is one of those

sort of random events that's just deeply inconvenient for both of us.

Get this piece of shit out of my sight.

No, wait, come back!

Please don't go.

A losing soldier, that I will never be.

Soldier go, soldier come. Barrack remain.

How much do you think we can get for him?

Forget it. He's already seen us, dickhead.

So, so, what do we do, boss?

Let him rot.

Keep-it-handy travel candy.

Nice.

Once upon a time,

there was a psychiatrist called Hector,

who was scared to death of dying

before he ever really lived.

I'm sorry, I've never really been...

See, the thing is...

Would you mind giving me some privacy?

If you're going to do it, Hector,

do it totally.

She has yet to discover the words "maternity" or "leave.

You're in it for yourself like everyone else.

You tricked me.

You hold all the cards, Hector.

Clara.

Clara!

Wait, wait, where are you taking me?

Please, please...

Ow!

This shit's funny, man.

"Happiness is being loved for who you are."

- Hmm? - I know. That's true, boss.

Clara, Ying Li, Clara, Ying Li, Clara, Ying Li...

What's this one, it's been crossed out?

It says that the evil you do in this life

could cost you your happiness in the next.

No, it doesn't. I'm sorry, I made that up.

It says happiness could be the freedom

to love two women at the same time.

Look, look, look.

I know the police aren't gonna track me down.

But the thing is I'm really trying to help a friend of mine

whose wife is very ill.

He's really counting on me.

If I just suddenly disappear,

then he's gonna come looking for me,

and you do not want this man as an enemy.

Even if you're friends with the president himself,

it won't make a difference.

Well, it's not the president, it's Diego Baresco.

Prove it.

I can't.

Wait, no, no.

I promise you I know him. I know him.

- He's a friend of mine... - Come. Come.

I promise you...

Shut up!

- Please. - Why are you here?

I'm researching the state of happiness.

Bullshit!

Oh, God!

I'm... trying to find the means

by which to make my patients happy.

Bullshit!

God! Stop it! Please, stop it.

No, no!

Oh, God!

I want to know if I can be happy.

This probably isn't the right moment, but I...

I just wondered what your personal idea of happiness is.

You know, personally.

If you want it, you take it.

That's very insightful. I just want to...

Would you mind if I just wrote that down,

just for posterity?

Give him the notebook.

Oh, God! I don't have a pen.

I just never have a pen.

One last thing.

Um, one final, final request, I promise.

Would one of you gentleman mind just making sure

this gold pen finds its way back to my dear friend,

Diego Baresco?

Go!

Higher.

With patience and perseverance, you can climb the mountain.

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

I'm alive!

I'm alive! I'm alive!

I'm alive!

Hello, Hector.

I'm alive, too.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait a minute.

Oh, look, you're very beautiful.

Very beautiful but, uh...

Let's just, uh, dance.

Okay-

Happiness is knowing how to celebrate.

- Hector. - Clara, hi.

Clara, I got kidnapped. Really.

- Is that a cut? Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine... now.

I nearly died.

I thought about you so much.

- And? - So very much.

Hector, why are you telling me this?

I just... What am I supposed to think?

I don't hear from you for...

Are you coming home?

Not yet.

Look, I've got to go.

- Oh, no! - What is it? What?

Dropped the cup on the floor. You see, that's what you do?

- I didn't do... - Tell me what you want.

I'm not part of your project.

You just have to decide, Hector. Yes or no.

Yes or no. I've got to go.

Do you know where you're going next?

No.

- You know where you're going next? - Yes, Los Angeles.

Agnes.

It's a work-related matter.

Unfinished business.

So... finish it.

Champagne, sir? Would you like the vintage?

Why not?

Madame, the vintage?

Why not.

Why else do we travel first class?

Sorry to interrupt ladies and gentlemen,

but if there's a doctor on board this plane,

can you please contact the cabin crew? Thank you very much.

Once again, if there is a doctor on board...

Please!

Please don't let them turn the plane around.

I have to see my sister one last time.

Look, uh, on a scale of 1 to 10,

ten being the most pain you can imagine,

where would you place yourself?

Nine.

I need to see the pilot.

She had a massive tumor removed from her brain

about three months ago and the swelling is acute.

- Should we turn around? - No, no, no.

But, uh, if you can lower the altitude of the plane,

it would make a big difference to the pressure on her brain.

- Be a tremendous help to her. - I'll check air traffic control.

And I've lived in six countries. Can you believe that?

Ladies and gentlemen, please don't be concerned.

We will be flying at a lower altitude

for the remainder of our journey, thank you.

Okay, that is going to make a huge difference, alright?

Let's try and get that nine down to a five.

Mmm.

Okay-

Madame, do you mind?

If you must.

Okay. May I?

Oh.

Do you have any children, Doctor?

No.

My husband and I, it was our only regret.

We couldn't.

But, you know what?

It was bloody good fun trying.

Oh, you okay?

There you go. Let it pass.

You know, after my last surgery,

I was in and out of consciousness for days.

They said I wouldn't make it,

and I remember the moment.

I remember it so clearly.

I was in a sandstorm walking with all these people,

our heads covered and walking in the same direction.

And I kept thinking to myself, why?

Why am I in this group?

I wasn't scared. I was...

I don't know, puzzled?

And then, I heard my name being called,

"Jamilla, over here."

And I looked to my right.

And in the middle of an open space was this...

Oh, it was this beautiful...

What do you call it, the happy-go-round?

Merry-go-round. That's a carousel.

And all the people that I know and love...

are riding on this carousel.

They're laughing and waving.

Waving for me to join them.

It took everything I had to run to them...

but I did it.

It was my last ride, wasn't it?

Yes. It was your last ride.

All those faces, all those hearts.

I'm such a lucky woman.

Ladies and gentlemen,

thank you once again for your cooperation.

It made a big difference, believe me.

Don't take her to the hospital. Take her straight to this address.

Are you going to be okay?

I'm not afraid, Hector.

People who are afraid of death are afraid of life.

You have a real talent, you know.

Oh! Not really my field.

No, you misunderstand.

Listening is loving.

Of all the places you could have chosen.

This beach, you know, this whole area,

it's just... it's changed so much.

Well, nostalgia is not what it used to be, Hector.

You've been busy.

Lilly!

Hey, baby!

Jack.

Okay-

Okay, you've been really busy.

Kids, this is Mommy's...

Mommy's Hector.

Not too bad.

- Hello! - Hello!

Oh.

Oh, God!

I got you seeing Professor Coreman tomorrow.

You owe me. That guy is on a fast track to the Nobel.

His happiness book is going through the roof.

I know, I read it. Somebody gave it to me.

- I liked it. - Yeah, me too.

Hate him.

- We hate him. - We hate him.

Hate him.

- Hey, I saw Michael. - Oh, in Africa?

- Is he happy? - He's gay-

- Are you? - Gay?

No, happy. I mean is there someone?

Uh, yes.

- Clara. - Great.

I may have fucked up.

It's... They can't hear.

Ah! The Indiana Jones of happiness.

Alan, very nice to meet you.

You, too!

Hector wants to know the secret to a happy marriage.

From a mathematician?

- Hector? - Oh, my God!

Jack.

Hi!

Hey, I'm in L.A.

I knew it. You're with sock drawer.

- Sock drawer? - That skank in the sock drawer.

In the photo, the one you've kept hidden from me.

That's what this whole trip's been all about, am I right?

Jesus, Clara, she's not a skank, okay?

She's a psychologist. Not to mention the pregnant mother

- of two beautiful children. - Ouch!

That really hurt, Hector. You know it did.

Look, she is my oldest friend, alright?

What were you doing in my sock drawer anyway?

Putting away your socks!

Before taking care of every other aspect of your life.

Maybe if you didn't assume I needed

so much taking care of I could get on taking care of myself.

You know what smothering is, Clara?

It's mothering with an S.

Oh, that is the lamest fucking thing I've ever heard.

You have paid for this.

Well, at least I don't make a living making up

meaningless, manipulative names of seriously dodgy drugs.

Is this call as bad as I think it is?

Yes.

Yes, I think it is.

Fine!

At last a decision.

I can get on with my meaningless life.

Oh, shut...

Darling, sweetheart.

Where is my fucking pen?

Oh, Diego.

Um, it's... it's here.

Actually I've got it. It's, um, here.

Saved my life.

How are you anyway?

- How's things? How is she? - Very good.

I feel like I got my wife back, and a lot more.

What's the name of your friend's clinic?

The one who hates me?

Uh, the Edulu Clinic, why?

I want to make a donation. Anonymous, of course.

What's in it for you?

Nothing.

Good man.

Go fuck yourself.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm okay.

How did the, uh, call go with Clara?

Oh, so horrendous. Terminal.

I'm sorry.

- You want to talk about it? - Have we met?

Oh, right, you're Hector, of course, you don't.

What was I thinking?

- Right, Agnes... - Uh, yeah.

I knew you were going to ask me about this

- and I thought about it last night. - Uh-huh.

I have never felt so happy, really.

Or exhausted. I mean, the chaos, sometimes it's out of control.

But, you know, I have a job I love

and a husband I love and two beautiful kids I love.

A home I love.

The only real shadow on my happiness

is when I tell myself it's too good to last.

And, Hector, the marriage, whatever the marriage is,

the marriage itself is never in question.

And that makes me happy.

What?

I don't know, it's just...

You know...

Thinking about what might have been.

What?

Agnes.

- What? - Never mind, forget it.

It's not even worth discussing.

Oh, come on, what?

What might have been? God!

How about what is right now?

It just suits you, doesn't it, holding on to a fantasy?

You know when you put someone on a pedestal or on hold

or to the side or whatever you want to call it.

Do you think that's a compliment?

Because it's not. It's the opposite.

And you know why? Because I am not that fantasy.

I'm better than that fantasy. I am real.

I got married.

I had a baby, and then another one,

and I'm having another one.

And do you think I wanted it to be Hector there

cutting the umbilical cord? No, because Hector

would throw up and then faint because you're squeamish.

You're emotionally squeamish.

You really are some kind of weird psychiatrist,

- you know that, right? - I... Where's...

Oh, I'm trying so hard here to avoid the words "move"and "on",

but, for crying out loud, I am just,

"Oh, flag that woman for, I don't know, 12 years.

Yeah, get back to that one when the time's right."

So, nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing,

then, "Hi! I'm in Africa. See you Monday."

I mean, I'm just some kind of box you had to check, aren't I?

No...

I did love you, Hector.

But I love Alan now.

Guess what?

Whatever it is you think you're in love with...

it's not me.

I know what you're thinking, how much do researchers make?

Everything in this world is going up...

yet happiness is going down.

Oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

How many of us, I wonder, can recall

a childhood moment when we experienced happiness

as a state of being?

That single moment of untarnished joy.

That moment when everything in our world inside and out...

was alright.

Everything was alright.

But, now, we become a colony of adults

and everything is all wrong all the time.

It's as if we were on a quest to get it back,

and yet the more we focus on our own personal happiness,

the more it eludes us.

In fact, it's only when we are otherwise engaged,

you know, focused, absorbed, inspired, communicating,

discovering, learning, dancing, for heaven's sake,

that we experience happiness as a by-product, a side effect.

Oh, no.

We should concern ourselves

not so much with the pursuit of happiness,

but with the happiness of pursuit.

But how do we measure happiness?

Emotions are like colors, you know.

Difficult to explain once but not now, not anymore.

All those who read auras, step aside,

this is science.

A new frontier in its infancy, but not for long.

Functional electrical impedance tomography by evoked response.

Or as I call it, "Peeping Tom."

My portal into the mysterious minutiae of human emotions.

Emotions that for the very first time,

we can separate, specify and quantify in actual units.

Now, this male subject is Japanese.

Look at the abundance of bright orange

around the happiness area, verging on ecstasy.

It's as if the brain was smiling.

Cause, half a liter of warm sake.

And here we go again, same Japanese gentleman,

eleven hours later,

the color of grim despondency, verging on suicide,

otherwise known as an excruciating hangover.

Ask yourselves, is this worth that?

Oh, thank you! You first, Agnes.

- Oh, no, no, no. - Oh, yes, we made a deal.

Off you go into the isolation booth.

Helmet on.

I want you to imagine yourself in three situations.

One that makes you very happy, one very sad,

and one very scared. Recent memories can be useful.

Do not tell me the order, I will guess it myself.

They say I'm a mind reader.

It's a bloody lie, I'm not.

I'm just a good diagnostician with an awesome toy.

Ready when you are.

Out you come.

As I thought, you're an open book.

Sad, scared, happy in that order.

- Final answer. - Wow, yeah!

- You're good. - Your turn, Hector.

Um, you know what, I think I'm gonna...

- Your turn, Hector. - Okay.

Get over yourself. You weren't in any of mine.

Oh, right.

Sit, my dear.

By way of identifying the emotions,

I've assigned a color to each corresponding part of the brain.

It's pretty obvious, really.

Sunny yellow, happy, ice blue, sad,

battery-acid green, fear.

It corrodes you, you know.

Right.

Sad, scared, happy, don't tell me the order,

and be specific.

It's all about specificity.

- Shut up! - Stop, please!

That's odd.

It's as if he's filtering, moderating his feelings.

Something's holding him back, some kind of barrier.

No, no, no, these are not the emotions of a grown man.

Tell me about it.

He's going to have to dig a lot deeper.

There is no deeper.

I must admit, I'm a little baffled.

Hi, this is Hector. I think I can go deeper.

Oh, fuck, we left the mic on.

Oh, well.

I think I know where to go.

Courage, Hector, we're right there with you.

This is Hector, who the hell is this?

I wanted to be a mother.

Just...

Just not yours.

Clara, um, listen, don't go anywhere, okay?

Just... just stay there, okay? Hang on.

Professor, can we stop? I need to take this call.

Alright. Please, please.

Uh, Clara, Clara, are you still there?

- Yes, I'm here, yeah. - Thank, God!

Clara, listen.

I'm sorry I didn't give you any explanation

for this insane journey, but the truth is,

I didn't really have any reasons of my own.

I didn't explain it to myself.

I have learned a lot, you know.

I've learned a lot about happiness.

And I've learned about unhappiness.

And the thing that makes me most unhappy

is the thought that I might lose you.

And the thing that makes me happiest is the thought

that I could become the man that you would want to spend

the rest of your life with.

Oh!

I miss my Hector.

I miss my Clara.

Hector, keep going.

You're knocking it out of the park.

Who was that?

Uh, it's sock drawer, but don't worry,

I'm locked inside a metal booth.

Oh, good! Skanky bitch.

Listen, I was way out of line, you know,

saying that your job was meaningless, you know.

Believe me, nobody does meaningless like I do, you know.

I mean, that really was the kettle

calling the pot black there, you know.

Oh, wait, which way is it, the pot or the kettle

- that calls the other one black? - And why black?

What's that all about?

I know, right?

Does it even matter?

We matter, Clara. We, you and me, we matter.

Yeah!

Is this call as good as I think it is?

Yeah, I think it is.

Um, scary, but...

Yeah!

That's something else.

Which is it? Which one is it?

It's all of them.

It's all of them.

It's the Aurora Borealis. It's the Northern Lights.

It's all of them. And isn't that the point?

Okay. I love you.

I love you, too.

Oh! Hector.

You're a warrior.

Whew!

Would you take me to the airport, please?

Warrior.

Oh!

Oh, Jesus!

- Oh, I love you. - I love you.

- Bye, bye, bye. - I'll ship your bags.

Go, go. Passport!

Oh, Hector!

How was your journey? What did you learn?

It was amazing. Amazing!

I am so ready to go home,

to get back to my girl, my work.

I can't wait to tell my patients.

Tell them what?

That we all, all of us have the capacity to be happy.

Higher than that, Hector.

That we all have a right to be happy?

Oh.

I see.

We all have an obligation to be happy.

Once upon a time,

there was a young psychiatrist called Hector

who was very satisfied with his life.

And far be it from me, and forgive me for asking,

and I don't mean to pry,

but can this plane go any faster?

- It's me, it's me, it's me! - Oh!

Oh. Oh.

His world was complex,

sometimes even chaotic.

- Oh-ho-ho! - Ooh!

Ah!

And he liked it that way.

He took comfort in the rich, random patterns of his life.

- Sorry, sorry, sorry. - Oh, mate.

He listened to his patients with real patience.

See what I mean?

Sometimes with surprising results.

It looks... it looks acceptable.

Now then, Anjali, beware the ego's need

for shaping hallucinations.

Huh, looks like somebody's ego shaped a beautiful naked Chinese girl.

What?!

Mm-hmm.

- I... I won't pretend... - That's right!

No more pretending.

Right!

Gotcha!

I'll get you back for that.

My girlfriend is coming.

Everything was up for change...

including Hector.

And he learned to love like he'd never loved before.