All language subtitles for Intimate Strangers (2004) CD 2 eng

- Do you live here?
- No, I'm going to see someone.

Me too, my psychiatrist.

Doctor Monnier?

- Are you going to see him as well?
- No, another person.

- Another psychiatrist?
- More or less...

- And is he good?
- Not bad. How is yours?

Like a dentist.
But he hurts me even more.

- I cannot use lifts.
- Why?

I just can't.

Not even a floor, just to try?

No. Doctor Monnier says I'm not ready.

- I wanted...
- I...

- Oh...
- No no...

- No, sorry...
- No no, I beg you.

Please tell me.

My husband doesn't
touch me anymore because...

because he hasn't got erections anymore.

I would not care, really

we could do other things.

but he feels like he's dead.

Well no, not exactly.

He still has obsessions.
For example he likes...

Fantasies

Yes, fantasies.

For example, he likes to watch me wash myself

or go to bath.

Really...

As long as it helps him...

Don't you understand?

No, I can't understand.

I think he should have himself cured.

What you said is horrible.
And isn't your husband horrible too?

Why don't you get rid of him?

I already have.

No, I meant, why don't you
take back your freedom?

Freedom is not for me to leave him,
it's to find him again.

I apologize, I am sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- It's nothing.

Mr. Faber... Were you coming to see me?

- No no, I was passing by.
- Passing by?

- Yes.
- I'm going to lunch. Have you had lunch?

No.

Patients are the ones who make
the investigation and gather the clues.

Psychoanalysts don't know anything.

They only know what the patients
know. Are you following me?

Not really. No, because the more I see her

- and the less I understand what's happening.
- Here's the dessert.

- Chinese fruit's salad.
- Thanks.

- And the bill.
- Thanks.

Listen. The knots of your tie are impeccable,

your business is going very well,

but let your unwanted and temporary
contact with psychoanalysis

teach you this, at least:

you haven't got everything under control,

there is something that escapes you.

We aren't in my study
and therefore this isn't a consultation,

but nothing prevents you
from paying for my lunch.

Something's just passed through my mind.

Who tells you that she's really married?

Why would she lie to me?

Didn't you make her believe
you're a psychoanalyst?

What if she's a mythomaniac?

The fake neurotic and the fake psychiatrist.

It could be.

Even better,

she didn't get the wrong door

and rang your bell willingly.

Samantha listen to me!
I beg you, be reasonable!

I can't be reasonable!
I am in love with you!

This is a test, and you have to pass it!

- I cannot love women!
- Because you're a priest?

Excuse me.

- Which floor?
- And you?

- The sixth.
- Me too.

Good morning.

You don't want to listen to me anymore?

If I didn't want to, I would
address you to doctor Monnier.

What does he look like?

He has a typical aspect, no one would
mistake him for a tax consultant.

- And your husband?
- My husband?

What does he look like?
Have you got a husband or not?

- Have you got a cigarette?
- No. What's his name?

Marc. Are you happy now?

- He made a scene.
- A scene? Why? He's jealous?

- He knows that I go to a doctor.
- Why, he followed you?

With that leg? How could he?

No. He must have peeped in my notebook.

He says we have to tell each other
everything, and I so told him everything.

What?

That I've got a lover.

That I go to bed with him after work.

My husband thinks that you're the one.

- Me?
- Yes.

Well, the psychiatrist.

They can have an affair
with their patients, can't they?

But what went through your mind
to tell him that?

He wanted me to meet someone and I have.

I can't understand the way
it works between you two.

Before I met him, I was the cripple.

He lit everything up
with his gaiety.

His gaiety, yes.

It is a word out of fashion, I know.

He was always cheerful,
that's why I loved him.

- You don't love him anymore?
- I feel some affection for him.

If you do, why do you come here?

What are you expecting from me?

I've had enough of your interrogatory tone.

My client... So far my client hasn't
received the transaction for the inheritance.

Well, am I sorry but at this point...
will you excuse me for a second? Don't hang up.

Come in, please.
I'm sorry.

Yes, it's annoying, very annoying.

Look, I'll give you
the 12th as a limit, otherwise...

No, not one day more.

Alright. Thanks for understanding.

See you, lawyer.

Excuse me, you are Mr...

Exactly.

I'm listening.

It's complicated.

I'm used to that. What's the problem?

You.

You know my wife Anna.

I am Marc, she must have spoken of me.

This is where it happens, then...

At first I thought it was doctor Monnier

who fucked my wife.

I sent someone who could
confirm that. Actually

she didn't go to a physician, she lied to me,

which means she has got something to hide.

- Listen...
- I don't think she comes here for the taxes,

but it is alright, she is free.

- What do you want from me?
- I wanted to see your face.

- Is your leg any better?
- She tells you everything!

Not all, but she told me about the accident.

And you believed her?
I understand you.

Sometimes it's better not to know the truth.

You! Make her happy!

Mr. Faber?

Your lift is out of standards.

If the box falls down,
there isn't any safety system.

Let's hope it never happens
when you're inside it.

That gentleman is so nice!

Very.

Having understood that
Father Joseph is homosexual,

Samantha gets depressed.

and tries to put and end to her days,

but Richard intervenes
just in time to save her.

He is ready to forgive her.

Can love between them spring up again?

- Where are we?
- Almost on the second floor.

- How do you feel?
- I feel bad! I feel like shouting!

Then shout!

- Don't be ashamed.
- Careful, I'm going to shout!

Come on!

It's a recurrent dream.

That's why I speak of it,
because when it happens I...

- How do you feel?
- You found me ridiculous, didn't you?

Not at all. I know what that means.

It is a great day for me,

an immense victory.

Also for me, believe me, but you'll see,

next time you'll do it alone.

You won't need
to go to Dr. Monnier anymore.

And why do you go to a psychiatrist?

It is him who needs me,
I am his only patient.

Bye.

Coming here, I thought I was on holiday.

When it's sunny I remember
the summers I used to spend in the south.

People feel free,
they do everything with calm,

they go to the beach by scooter...

- Do you understand?
- More or less.

Is everything alright?

Yes, everything's alright.
For you too, it seems?

Yes, I feel better. Did you notice?

For a few days,
I don't know why, I've felt...

happier.

Even my husband
noticed I've changed,

but of course he thinks
it's because of the sex.

He began again.

He's no longer satisfied
by the fact that I've got someone,

therefore I told him
what the two of us do.

The two of us?

Me and my lover.

And what have you told him?

Sex on the psychiatrist's sofa.

He likes the fact that it's a psychiatrist,

a tax consultant would be
very less stimulating.

No offence meant.

Can I tell you everything?

I think so.

Telling him...

what I do with my lover, I...

Yesterday, while having a bath,
I caressed myself.

It wasn't the first time,
but yesterday I reached the top.

The top of what?

"To have an orgasm" sounds medical,

so I say "to reach the top".

How do you say that?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Do you think I'm sick?

Because you had a bath?

I don't think I can go on.

It's normal, you weren't prepared for this.

Women who speak of their orgasms terrify men.

They wake up ancient fears

from early childhood, but you cannot stop.

It will end when it has to end.

This half-open door on the feminine mystery

can hardly be closed again.

...no, because Mr. Faber
I have to tell you that

your father was totally...

Mr. Fernand,
he was an incredible person,

he was perfect. I understood all...

- How much does she pay you?
- Nothing... Are you crazy?

She has to pay, it's the rule.

How far did you get?
She speaks and you listen? That's all?

- Of course! Does that surprise you?
- Not from you.

You have never been able
to take the initiative.

Curious, this block.

She must be wondering
what you're waiting for...

She doesn't come to me for that.

You think? A woman who tells
a tax consultant about her orgasms?

Do you get excited, at least?

You don't understand anything!

Have you made a vow of chastity?

Wait!

You came to me to ask for advice,
you should know what you want!

I don't know anything anymore!

It's simple, either you
let her go or you fuck her!

- I what?
- You haven't answered me!

- But I can't! I cannot court her.
- Or you don't want to.

- Jeanne, you're jealous.
- So what?

When I first met you
you had dreams and ambitions,

you wanted to write a novel,

and you ended up cataloguing
old books in a library.

The dust has made you acid.

- Good evening.
- What are you doing here?

Your fascinating secretary
said I could wait for you.

I walked around the house. Not bad at all!

There was a naked girl at the window.

You must never get bored here...

But what...
Are you crazy? You're hurting me!

- And you hurt me.
- Get out of here!

Get out at once! I have
no intention to speak with you!

I have thought about it a lot.

We can't go on like this, the three of us.

What are you talking about?

- Of your relationship.
- There's no relationship!

I'm in love with her.

I had foreseen that. I understand you.

And have you told her?

I didn't imagine she would like
a man of your kind,

but she found someone,
it's better than nothing.

But I don't want

you two to hide.
You have to do it in my house.

- You're joking, aren't you?
- Do you think?

Come and fuck my wife at my house.

It excites me.

I'm not dead yet...

Before meeting her, I was a poor jerk.

I didn't know that such a woman could exist.

The woman of my life.
It has to mean something...

Till death us do part.

You are sick.

Love is a disease, yes. Incurable.

How's your husband?

You really care about that?

Yes.

He's okay, he's calmer.

He isn't asking questions anymore.

"The beast in the jungle".

Is it set in Africa,
and deals with fierce beasts?

No, it is set in England
and deals with grey people

and melancholy...
I can lend it to you, if you want.

Thanks.

Is that dress new?

Do you like it?

Yes, it fits you very well.

No... No, please, turn it off.

Thanks.

Excuse me, but there's an urgent phone call.

The notary of the succession Marchand,
insists for speaking to you.

Tell him I'll call him back.
I am busy, as you can see.

Well, I better go.

No, no, why?

Your job is more important than me.

I'll call you.

Bye.

- Do you want me to turn it on?
- No, no, it is alright.

Hello?

What do you want?
Why are you calling me at this hour?

Which window?

See you.

That lady wants you
to call her back at this number.

- How long ago did she call?
- Ten minutes.

- Couldn't you pass her through to me?
- You were on a meeting.

Hello?

You were kind to call me back.

Where are you now? At work?

I have to speak to you.

Immediately?

Yes, immediately. Come here, I'll be waiting.

See you.

The weather forecasts
didn't foresee the rain?

So many unpredictable things
are happening me...

Would you like to drink something?

- A coffee?
- Yes please...

No, I'd rather have...
I don't know, something strong.

I can't find my father anymore...
my father's lighter.

- Maybe I forgot it here?
- I'll look for it.

The other time, going out of here,
it was raining. Do you remember?

And who was on the corner of the road?
My husband.

He was elegant, he wore a new shirt.

I asked him if he had an appointment,

and he answered me that... yes, with me.

He smiled.

He had booked a room in a hotel
nearby, in the district.

I sat on the bed, I didn't know what to do.

He put his hand right here, on my neck...

A violent gesture,
at first it frightened me.

but then he started caressing me,

and at the same time he stripped me.

He caressed my neck, my breasts, my thighs...

He told me tender words.

He seemed a different man.

He pushed me down
on the bed and left the light on.

He took my hand
for me to caress him

and we never left each other all night.

We found each other again.

I won't tell you the details.

On the contrary, don't spare me any detail...

His mouth... his tongue...
his fingers... his fantasies.

Sado, maso, scat...

Penetration?
Vaginal? Anal?

But what's wrong with you?

You can tell me everything
but I cannot listen to everything.

I have seen you tonight, with your husband.

The room was in front of my study.

You didn't notice, I guess.

No.

Your husband came to see me, right here.

I don't believe you.

He came here twice.
Didn't you know it?

- Why did he come here?
- To speak to me of you.

You speak to me of him,
he speaks to me of you.

And why didn't you tell me?

He wanted me to go and fuck
his wife in his house,

that's what he said.

In the end he found more exciting
to fuck her in front of my house.

Last night, at the hotel,
didn't he make a phone call?

- I don't know.
- He called me,

so I could enjoy the show.

Yes?

A client has been here for half an hour.
Should I tell him to wait?

No, tell him I'm coming.
We are over.

You look awful...

Don't let anything poison your blood.

They say that life as a couple
should be a source of happiness,

but I've lived much better
since I've been divorced.

I can watch crappy TV programmes for hours,

eating chips.

Good morning.

I wanted to give you back your book.

It doesn't suit me.

The story is touching, but it ends badly.

Have you found my lighter?

No.

This is for you.

You're very kind, thanks.

Come in, please.

- Only for two minutes, then.
- Come in.

It's our new travelling collection.

Travelling?

You can use it for shopping, if you want.

- We didn't see each other for...
- Two weeks and two days.

I shouldn't have told you
those things, last time.

I didn't want to shock you, but...

I was so happy
to have found my husband again.

At least I believed.

I understood some things,
things that hurt me.

We talked, I spoke my heart out to him

and I feel better.

I want to leave him.

You want to leave him?
What if he doesn't agree?

So much the worse for him.

I'm taking back my freedom.

It was your advice, wasn't it?

What about us? Our conversations...

There's nothing left to tell each other.

Well...

Anna!

I am happy for you to feel better.

Try to be happy.

With anyone, but happy.

Good-bye.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Am I too early?

- No, I've just stopped working.
- Not on Sunday!

It's good for killing time.

It feels so good. With Luc
I only ate vegetables and rice.

Why, did you eat at all?

- Jeanne...
- We broke up.

- Has he left you?
- No, I have.

He is a nonentity... such a nonentity!

Even in his arms I felt lonely.

When you and I broke up,
you told me: There are other men...

Actually there aren't so many others.

I'm sorry. Forget about it, please.

Good morning, this is the Study Faber.
Leave a message. See you.

William? It's me, Anna.

Are you in the house? No?

If you're there don't pick up.

I'm imagining you at your desk,
with the tie. No!

Not on Sunday, at least!

It's over, I have decided
to start a new life,

a lighter life.

I'm not a frightened girl anymore.
I have grown up, I think, thanks to you.

I had never felt so good with anybody else.

We could freely tell each other everything,

without cheating, without lying.

I didn't believe it was possible.

I'm leaving, away from here,
away from everything,

to try and start over.

I owe this to you as well.

I'm glad I knocked on the wrong door.

I wanted to say thanks.
Thanks for everything.

Well, here's my train.
I have to go.

Good-bye.

- Mr. Faber, are you leaving us?
- Well, it's now or never, doctor.

- How about that woman? Do you still see her?
- No, she left Paris,

- and she also left her husband.
- This proves you've succeeded.

- Succeeded?
- It is the purpose of the therapy,

to cut it off, to move.

- Good-bye, doctor.
- Mr. Faber,

we found this under the sofa.

Thanks.

5, 6, 7, 8...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8...

No, stop, stop, stop. Pascal, stop.

That's not good.

This isn't "Swan lake",
you seem a bunch of elephants...

Once again.
With more grace, children, okay?

Straighten your backs, this way. Good...
Let's start again. In line!

5, 6, 7, 8...

Anna? Someone left you
this message. I couldn't understand well.

Thanks.

Very well...
Vivienne, your head!

We can meet there tomorrow
at eleven o'clock, if it's okay.

Don't forget to bring
the report of your incomes,

we'll need it.

It's alright, agreed. See you tomorrow. Bye.

Good morning.

You came...

The message said that someone
had something for me.

How did you find me?

I called your number.

- Which number?
- The weather forecasts'.

They said it would be rainy
in the north and sunny in the south.

I hesitated, then... No.

I was sure you'd go south.

Deep south, in the sun.

as when you were small,
with the beach and the scooters...

Do you remember all?

The question is "Why? ".

Why have I looked for you everywhere?

I missed our appointments.

So did I.

So? Where were we?

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