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- In "Beyond Good and Evil." - That was the context.

They also used Nietzsche, for sure.

His sister was a fanatic, what was her name?

- She falsified it, Elisabeth Förster. - Yes, Förster.

Yes.

She was crazy about Hitler.

Really?

Absolutely.

In "Beyond Good and Evil" Nietzsche clearly says

that antisemitism is horrible

and that he does not want to get involved in that.

But his sister removed that sentence from the book.

Women…

Yeah.

But can you imagine not reading anything by Nietzsche?

Like Oprea and all those fools.

It makes sense that they understand everything the wrong way round.

Nietzsche's superhuman is not the Aryan Nazi.

Blonde, tall, intelligent, strong, like my mother likes them.

No.

He is the man who has mastered his instincts, his fears.

Yes.

He says that morality is the consequence of the fear

that enslaves the individual.

- Because he denies himself. - Exactly, that's it.

The slave's morality entails certain values.

Charity, goodness, humbleness.

Values that are not recognised by the strongest ones,

that's why masses consider them dangerous.

- This is clear. - Yes, for sure.

It has nothing to do with Hitler, he was just

an impotent masochist.

Yes.

Unlike my neighbour.

She never holds back…

- Her? - If not her, who?

And that's nothing.

I think she fakes it.

- I'm sorry. - No, it's fine.

I'm sorry, Toma.

- Hello. - Is Razvan here?

He doesn't live here anymore.

Do you want some more juice?

Ana.

Are you okay?

What's wrong?

- What's going on? - I'm not feeling well.

I need some air.

- I'm feeling dizzy. - Do you want to lie down?

Has this happened to you before?

- I've forgotten my pills. - What pills?

- The ones I'm taking. - Do you want me to go and buy some?

What can I do?

Stay with me.

Are you feeling better?

I can do anything to feel better.

I am the one who lives inside of you.

I am the girl inside of you.

I'm peeing myself!

- Calm down, wait. - Come on, let's go.

I'm peeing myself, I can't hold it in.

Let's go that way.

We're getting out.

- We will miss the gig. - Turn around.

Don't look.

Boo!

You're crazy.

How is my little friend?

- You like it. - Of course.

- But I can no longer pee. - See?

We'll miss it.

Come here.

So, you are a bit older than her?

Yes.

- Did you study Economics? - I dropped out.

I started it because of my parents.

- But what's the point of studying Literature? - We can be teachers.

Toma wants to be a writer.

Or maybe a journalist.

Do you really think you can make a living with journalism?

- Keep dreaming, here in Botosani… - Igor.

It is different in Bucharest.

- Would you like some more? - No, thank you.

- Didn't you like it? - It was great, but I'm full.

Are you saving some space for the second course?

Just serve him, don't ask.

Do you have a room for yourself?

Is this an interrogation?

He is old enough to answer himself.

So, do you see each other very often?

Yes, every day, at the faculty.

- I see. And where are you from? - From Pitesti.

- What do your parents do? - They are teachers.

My mum teaches Biology. My dad, Chemistry.

And what do you live from?

We rent a flat in Bucharest, it's in my name.

- I live off of the rental income. - He has a scholarship.

Is the flat big?

Yes, kind of, three rooms.

The kitchen is as big

as this room.

How did your parents buy it?

Giving private lessons.

Any siblings?

No.

- Can I get some of this? - Yes, go on.

Serve yourself.

- Do you want some? - No, no.

Eat something.

- It is really good. - I know.

I have left one of Igor's pajamas on the bed.

I'll sleep like this.

It is very hot.

Boo!

Go away.

- What do you think about it? - Go, are you crazy?

He could hit you, come on, go.

Come on, go away.

What are you thinking about?

Nothing important.

It has nothing to do with this.

You know,

I just remembered that famous joke:

"Clothes don't make the man."

Joke?

Did I say that?

Well, the famous idiom, proverb, whatever.

Joke.

What about you, do you think clothes make the man?

Are you serious?

No, of course not.

Then, if you think that way,

why have you just associated Igor's pajamas with the proverb?

Clothes do not make the man.

I just…

- I just remembered one of my dreams. - Tell me.

I just forgot it.

It's fine.

It will come back.

I'm not good at this.

It doesn't matter.

I'm not able to retain anything.

This whole association of ideas thing is very complicated for me.

It looked simple.

Your memories are always related to a sexual act

that you don't manage to put into words.

- What do you mean? - You never get to the end.

Do I need to verbalise a sexual act until the end?

You never allow yourself

to emotionally relive events from the past.

For example, the first time with Ana, in her room.

- You changed subjects when… - Is that why I thought about Botosani?

Because I couldn't sleep with her in there?

Yes, amongst other things.

I feel dizzy, stop.

I'm going to have a panic attack.

Darling.

What are you afraid of?

I don't know.

- You like being afraid. - You think so?

Better now?

Like this?

A nice tummy,

well mannered.

Are you feeling better now?

The wall grew

and shrunk.

Even the small ribs.

Even the small breasts.

Even the small lips.

Even the small bush.

Even the pussy.

Do you like it?

I feel dizzy.

You like it.

I was sleeping.

But you like it.

Yes, I like it. I like it.

Do you want me to kiss your bum?

Yes, your bum.

Did your dad flee the country?

I don't know. I think so.

I'm sure Igor will know about it.

People always talk in a city like Botosani.

It's none of my business.

Have you never been curious?

You turned 17, they told you about it, and that's it?

Well, Toma, why should this matter now?

Fuck.

You want to know everything.

Did your mother know about it?

I mean, that Igor bathed you.

You were around 13 or 14, and she didn't do anything?

Did you ever talk about it with her?

I'm talking about it with you now.

Do you still love me?

I'll think about it.

You're a little shameless girl.

It's none of your business.

Yes, it is. That's why I'm asking you.

- You'd better shut up. - Don't be so loud.

And if you have to talk, tell us who my dad is, we still don't know.

Just don't be so loud.

- What's wrong with you, are you crazy? - Shut up!

- Igor! - That's enough.

Do you want me to start talking?

We're leaving, I can't stand this anymore!

- What happened? - I told you we shouldn't have come.

If you leave now, don't even think of ever coming back!

Fucking bitch.

Should I stop a taxi?

God.

Ana, can you hear me? Do you want me to stop a taxi?

Ana, can you hear me?

What's wrong?

- Ana, talk to me. - I'm scared.

What of?

I don't know.

What do you mean?

You have nothing to fear, I'm here with you.

I don't know.

What should I do?

Dear, if you don't talk to me, I can't help you.

Go, leave me alone.

I'll be fine.

- Come on. - Leave me alone.

Toma!

A bit over a year.

Since her stepfather's death.

And before that?

Half Lexotanil and one Tavor.

Tavor, 1 milligram. Lexotanil, 3 milligrams.

Since when?

- Since I was 17. - So, for seven or eight years.

Her stepfather gave them to her for her insomnia and anxiety.

Maybe you don't know, but benzodiazepines are addictive.

Dizziness could be a side effect,

especially after all these years.

You said it's been months since you've gone out, why is that?

Well, you see,

she has panic attacks.

Ana, look at me, please.

On our way here, what were you afraid of?

Do you know what it was? Can you explain it?

I'm not afraid

of something in particular.

I don't know how to explain it.

When you were 17,

when the anxiety attacks started,

did something happen?

You don't want to talk about Igor?

- She found out he was not her biological dad. - Let her speak.

- Did he abuse you? Hit you? - Jesus, no.

But you slept in the same bed until recently.

- Toma. - What?

He bathed her and touched her tummy when she was 13.

Sleeping with him does not mean he abused her.

She had an emotional shock when she found out he was not her father,

that could maybe explain some things.

Do you have anything to say about your biological father?

- I don't know him. - He left the country before she was born.

I don't know why you have brought me here, you are doing just fine on your own.

Then you speak.

Do you have any suicidal thoughts?

But your grandfather did.

I'll prescribe you Trevilor-Retard, 37 milligrams.

It's brand new, which is why it's not addictive.

Also a placebo.

A placebo?

Something to help with the benzodiazepine addiction.

Any Tavor and Lexotanil left?

- Yes. - Good, I won't prescribe any more of them.

- Does she still have to take them? - Four or five days.

While they prepare the other stuff.

That should be taken for 100 days.

Trevilor, daily for a week,

right after breakfast.

After a week, double the dosage.

You should follow this strictly, don't take it lightly.

- Come back when you've finished the placebo. - Goodbye, doctor.

Goodbye, Ana.

- If something's wrong, call me. - Right.

But

what is happening to her?

It's hard to make a diagnosis at her age.

We'll see how it develops and, well,

like the Italians say:

"Mangia bene, caca forte, e non aver paura della morte."

Alright, doctor, thank you.

Cheers!

We're so glad to be finally meeting you, I've been asking Toma for three months.

- We met three months ago. - That's why.

Enjoy the food.

Go on, there's plenty.

With your hands.

Maybe you should see a good neurologist.

- Why don't you talk to Dobritoiu? - Enough.

Don't start.

You know it is not neurological.

Thank you for the food, eveything was delicious.

Son, calm down, don't take it like that.

Do as you like, nobody is forcing you to do anything.

Don't you realise?

Toma, seriously,

if I call him to set an appointment and you don't go, you'll make us look bad.

Have I asked you to call him?

- Don't you think? - Toma.

Don't I think?

Alright.

- The bathroom? - To the left, come with me.

You see,

one tried to fart louder than his dad,

and shat himself.

You stopped thinking the moment you met her.

She does with you as she pleases.

- How can you know that? - I know everything.

Everything?

What the hell are you playing at?

- Shut up, she will hear you! - What do you even know?

- She is lovely. - How can you know that?

- I also know she is out of her mind. - Who told you that?

Everything can be caught, you know.

- Who told you that? - Razvan.

Do you believe that retard?

This sucks.

He didn't say it like that.

He said he saw her at the university, shivering from head to toe.

It might be multiple sclerosis.

Do you want to have retarded children?

Why do you want to crucify yourself? You're not Jesus.

If you get her pregnant, you're done.

Fuck you, Securitate informer.

I threw my life away for you and for that bitch.

I pity you, poor idiot.

- Asshole. - Stop!

Stop it, stop it!

- Forget it. - Are you okay?

- I'm done. - Don't worry.

You no longer exist to me.

If you dare to ever give him money again, you'll see.

I'm not going to finance his Moldavian bitch.

Get that bitch out of my house, understood?

And this fucking bitch!

- Stop it! - Enough!

That's all, enough, enough, stop it.

Calm down.

God will punish you, you'll see!

Are you better?

Love.

I have to go.

I'll take care of this.

Don't forget to light a candle, please.

I love you.

I love you too.

Listen.

Her problems shouldn't be a burden to you.

She will overcome this, God willing.

And she has her mother, it's not like she is all alone.

You're not making this any easier.

I know you care about her.

You have always had a good heart.

You haven't known each other for that long, yet look at you.

Come on, listen to your mum, dear.

Don't you care he made that whole scene when I brought her home?

You called him "asshole."

In any case,

we are your parents.

We just want what's best for you.

It was your fault as well.

You get all obsessed with a girl and see nothing but her.

It was the same with Diana.

You insisted on staying with her, but I was right.

What do you even know about Diana?

Anyway, let's leave it.

Well, son, do as you like.

You know I support you.

I'm just asking you not to isolate yourself like this.

Look around, talk to people.

- Don't tie yourself to her. - Like you and Hans?

- There we go. - But it's true.

Give me a break, you are like your father.

At least he knows he is my dad.

You think you know everything, don't you?

When you both left,

he locked himself in your room, he didn't want to open the door.

But you know me, I ended up getting in there.

He had hung

cardboard crosses on the walls.

"My son has died."

Jesus Christ.

He prays for you every night.

Don't tell him

I told you this.

Come on, don't try to keep me awake at night.

Shut up, son, stop it.

Living with him isn't easy, believe me.

But we don't have anything else, we must resist it.

You already know, you are the only thing he cares about.

How long have I been telling you? Get a divorce.

I beg you. Do it for me, call him.

Not now, but later.

- Please, call him. - Okay, don't worry, I will.

He doesn't know I'm here.

I got class now.

Will you help me with this?

Maybe you should get an appointment

with a psychiatrist, a psychologist, anything.

Or with a priest, since you won't talk to me.

Your mother loves you.

Stop smoking, you smoke a lot.

You smoke as if your life depended on it.

I just do it every now and then, but you…

Alright.

Goodbye.

- When will you come home? - I'll call you.

I called dad, but his phone must have been off.

Okay, we'll talk later.

Yes, I'll try that.

Give me a break, mum.

Yes, I get it, bye.

Sorry.

The candles?

This way.

- The one leu ones? - Yes, please.

- How many? - One.

What should I do

to confess?

Talk to father Adrian when he is done.

Alright.

Thank you.

- God bless you. - God bless you.

TO THOSE WHO SLEEP

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Alright, go on.

Now comes the difficult part.

Since when haven't you confessed?

Since I was a kid.

- Is your family religious? - Yes.

My grandfather used to take me to Mass,

but he killed himself and…

- When you were a child? - Yes.

They found him hanging in the stable. They told me a year later.

God does not abandon us.

He waits patiently for our return, he gives us hints.

You're like Thomas, the incredulous.

You don't renounce your faith, but you want hints.

You came to see our Lord's wounds with your own eyes.

- I'm happy you have decided to come. - Yes.

Start with your worst sins.

But first, tell me which brand of cigarettes you smoke.

- Parliament. - Parliament.

How many a day?

Almost a full packet these days. I've been very stressed lately.

- How much does a packet cost? - 5,50 leus.

So, six leus.

Then, six leus for thirty days, let's say 180 a month.

Or, if you prefer, 2400 a year.

How long have you been smoking?

- Ten years? - More or less.

Do the math. A brand new car's price up in smoke.

And I won't even say anything about your lungs and your health.

But anyway, let's turn to the issue.

Alright, that's the issue: when I went back to university,

a year ago,

I met a girl.

What's wrong with that?

Well, we've got to a point…

My parents won't accept her.

Actually it's just my father.

- Problems. - Yes.

We had a fight.

We hit each other.

- Are you from Bucharest? - No, from Pitesti.

- And her? - From Botosani.

She is…

- Jealous? - No, no, how can I say it…

She is depressed, that's it.

- Unstable. - But, why?

She doesn't want to talk about it.

- Her stepfather died. - May he rest in peace.

- She takes meds. - That's not good, no. Not at all.

She needs to expurgate something evil.

And she needs to talk in order to do that.

- Has she ever confessed? - I don't know.

Right. What do you think about her family? Does she have any siblings?

No, she doesn't.

She grew up with a stepfather.

Her mother married him when she was 17.

- She was pregnant by someone else. - I see.

Her stepfather was…

- Aggressive. - Yes.

They slept in the same bed until she was 14.

In these cirumstances, unpleasant situations may arise.

Sometimes girls end up with dominant and possessive fathers

because they lived something similar as kids.

It is also possible that something worse happened.

God forbid, but maybe he drank and attacked her.

- I'm afraid so. - Yes.

But she must forget him and keep going.

It was not her fault.

It is important that she confesses.

If she doesn't face it and manages to get rid of it,

she won't find any peace.

God brings the peace, not me.

If you didn't have any problems,

you probably wouldn't have come to confess.

Then, that girl is a stranger to you.

She doesn't tell me everything, but no.

My legs went numb.

Sit down.

It is also part of your penance.

I have dealt with some child abuse cases,

rape, and that sort of thing, you know.

Girls want to have a boyfriend, start a family,

they prefer to sweep the past under the rug and not talk about it.

It is important that you know her story.

A couple must be open to each other from the very beginning,

be it the man or the woman, and say:

"Look, this and that happened to me and I went through that as well."

If you learn all this after getting married,

the rubbish swept under the rug will end up stinking.

If you want to start a family with her,

your past matters as well.

If she goes on taking meds, she will end up badly.

You'll live with someone physically and emotionally dependent.

Do you know her dad?

No.

He ran away from the country before she was born.

- Where? - To France.

To France.

I tried to convince her to look for him.

Of course it is very important that she knows where she comes from.

It is possible she doesn't realise it, but this could be the cause of all her problems.

She will always compare.

Compare what she lived at home to what she lives with you.

And what she finds out, what she sees, makes her sad.

- I don't know how to help her. - I know that.

Choosing a wife is way harder

than presenting any doctoral thesis.

Lucky is the man who finds a good wife.

Jesus.

Onirism is born with surrealism.

But it end ups stepping aside

in order to redefine the dreams' functions.

Surrealism was in charge of promoting the idea of "automatic writing."

André Breton defined surrealism

as psychic automatism in the purest state.

Through which, either verbally or by writing,

the authentic mind's function

is expressed.

Be patient.

I'm fine, we'll talk later.

"… in the light of the lack of control held by reason,

beyond any moral or aesthetic concern."

End of citation.

For the oneiric writer,

dreams are similar to legislative rules.

Poor Dimov and Tepeneag,

right in the midst of communism, could not allow themselves the privilege of irrationality.

Their dreams were conscious.

They rejected automatic writing

and they advocated the writing of texts,

I mean, of dreams, while being completely lucid.

Hello.

- What's up, man? - Hey.

- Do you have it? - Yes.

- Yes, good. - I'll wait for you outside.

I'll be there in a moment.

Are you coming with us for Easter?

No, we're going to the beach.

I have some really good weed.

I'm broke, man.

- Thank you, bye. - Bye.

Hi, mum, I can't talk right now.

I'm in a lecture, I'll call you tonight, bye.

Have we skipped any day?

- Not at all. - Then?

It's only been two weeks, it's not the first time this has happened.

Earlier you said it was three, now it's two?

I'll do the test.

I want to know your opinion.

Right now, I don't have any.

I'm taking the pill now, I need to write my thesis.

The thesis is the problem, having an abortion is easy.

Hello, Bogdan.

I have a problem.

A big one.

Are you still in touch with Simona?

No, I mean the gynaecologist.

Do you have her number?

Send it to me, please.

Yes, I want to make sure.

Send me her number, please.

Okay, thank you. Bye.

This will hurt a bit.

Lia.

There's not an haematoma.

I don't know, Simona.

Try to convince her yourself.

Maybe she will listen to you.

We'll have all the results in two weeks.

If you bleed, are in pain, or get a fever in the next 24 hours,

call me immediately.

Don't make any efforts, don't clean the house, don't cook.

But now everything is fine, right?

Yes, now yes.

But an amniocentesis can have consequences,

we don't know if it has damaged the fetus.

That's why I was against it, there was no grounded reason to do it.

The genetic factor is not enough.

Having been premature yourself doesn't mean the baby will be.

There were not medical reasons for it.

The double test said 1 in 460. You didn't have to worry.

I think you are putting yourself through

all these dangerous tests just for a…

How would I say that?

- Subjective reason. - Subjective reason, yes.

Also, they are very expensive.

You're afraid the baby will be premature,

but you are putting yourself through

a test that can cause a premature birth.

Do you understand the paradox?

I think it's fine if that makes you feel more relaxed.

But I think those results,

even if positive, won't make you feel that way.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Yes.

Right, let's talk about the birth.

You're in the 24th week, you still have 15 left.

Caesarean?

Isn't that better to keep track of the date?

It's not as easy as it sounds.

We can plan it for the 15th of December,

but it could end up coming on the 10th.

Do you understand?

A planned caesarean could make the baby be premature.

There are emergency caesareans in case there's any problem.

Breastfeeding, physical and emotional recovery…

They are harder when you go through a caesarean, especially in your case.

You mean postpartum depression?

We must have everything under control, so nothing is left to chance.

Better safe than sorry.

I think psychoanalytic therapy

could be a good preventive measure.

It is hard for everyone to get used to changes

after giving birth.

I'll think about it.

Good, we still have time.

Psychoanalysis only works when it is a voluntary decision.

In any case,

it should be good to try it.

We did the right thing by going through with it, right?

Having it is better than all these tests.

Good.

If she considers it,

who…?

I'll recommend you a great psychoanalyst.

Her name is Miruna Stanescu.

We've worked together for a while now.

She is always busy, but tell her I told you to call her.

She is on holiday now, I think she'll be back in September.

Mrs. Ana, whenever you're ready.

Call her as soon as you can.

Okay?

Right.

I don't know why I talked about her.

Why did you break up with Diana?

She cheated on me.

I couldn't pretend nothing had happened.

She knew it perfectly.

I told her if that happened…

It almost seems like she did it on purpose.

But you kept helping her.

At least financially.

Yes, I thought that was the right thing to do.

But only for a while, for as long as I could.

Did Ana know?

No.

She wouldn't have understood it. I chose to protect her.

Why?

She has no relationship with any of her exes.

To her, when it is over, it is over.

At least that's what I hope.

She didn't need anyone else, you were enough.

Yes.

And was that important?

Being the only one.

Yes, but that's normal, right?

I'm trying to understand what you felt for Ana.

You say you don't know if you loved her,

but that you felt safe with her.

There was not the possibility that she would cheat on you like Diana did.

I think it is important for you to understand

what tied you to Ana.

I told you.

The way she was, her dependency.

She depended on me.

And you?

I have just thought about Simona's office again.

The gynaecologist, the psychoanalyst's friend.

Yes.

By the way, I wanted to ask you why you don't take any notes.

What happened with Simona?

You brought up the issue.

I don't remember it anymore.

I think I understood you trusted

her criteria.

I wonder if there's anything else.

No, what could it be?

Are you hinting at something sexual?

It feels as if you're suggesting that.

Now I'm the one psychoanalysing you.

She was much better the week after she quit,

but now she can't even…

Sorry,

I didn't hear you, could you repeat that?

It's been a while.

The new medication is starting to work.

Her attitude also matters.

We'll stay with the substitute, just as we agreed.

I said 37 milligrams every morning, right?

Yes, 37,5 milligrams.

She should take one at night as well.

Just for a week, then double the dosage.

Keep increasing it up to 150 milligrams.

Yes.

Right.

Yes.

Alright, two weeks.

Thank you so much, bye.

It should be fine.

In extreme cases, they can take up to six months to work.

This is all bullshit.

Is it hurting me now to make me feel better then?

- Positive effects take time. - Fuck that.

Fuck positive effects.

They said it could also be psychosomatic.

- I'm tired of experiments! - What do you want me to do?

I'll go back to my old meds

and I'll slowly reduce the dosage.

You've just started the treatment, try to get to the end.

Why double the dosage, what's the point?

Ana,

it also depends on you.

Take them for a week and see how you feel.

Alright, what if I just throw it all away?

Take the fucking meds or I'm leaving.

You can fuck yourself up on your own.

Darling.

Hi.

Hi.

Ana.

Darling, take the key out of the keyhole, come on.

Ana!

Ana!

Ana.

Ana, what happened?

Ana.

Ana, Ana, wake up!

Ana.

Ana, wake up, Ana!

Ana.

How many?

How many did you take?

Ana, do you hear me? How many did you take?

Ana.

Fuck.

Your phone was off.

My phone…

I went to pick up your grades,

pay the phone bill and get food.

You left me alone.

Why would I do that, love?

God.

Lie on your back.

Be careful. That's it.

Okay, done.

That's it, careful.

Lie like this, right.

Sorry.

What happened?

Thank you.

Make sure nobody gets in.

Call an ambulance.

Fulger lonut!

- Fulger lonut. - Yes.

Can you imagine? They think I tried to kill myself.

- Why were they all looking at you? - They were checking my tonsils.

Let's see.

Come on, open your mouth.

Tongue.

And this?

A congenital malformation.

Does it hurt?

What did they say?

It might be a tumour.

They called the oncologist.

Maybe you should take some tests.

I've had it since I was born.

A taxi for the municipal hospital.

Main entrance.

Toma.

Wait.

Yes.

Alright.

Yes, in the center.

Yes, I'm fine. Has something happened?

Okay, right.

Okay, okay, bye.

My mother dreamed that something happened to me.

Sorry.

- How is the little dragon? - He just fell asleep.

And the big dragon?

Fine.

Miruna says you should stop paying for my therapy.

Okay, pay it yourself.

I'm joking, that money is from the both of us.

But I should bring something home.

How?

I don't know, some part-time job, working from home.

What else did you talk about?

I told her about the time I ran away from my aunt's house,

when Igor hit my mum,

and when they took me back home.

Apparently I associate that with

the dream in which I close the door and Igor knocks it down.

- Yes. - And I pee myself.

So it was as if he raped you.

I told you.

Listen,

you'd better talk to me.

So we save the money.

Don't be stupid.

Not helping her made me feel guilty.

This is why I'm the victim, in the dream.

And…

What?

I identified myself with my mum, I wanted to be in her place.

- What are you laughing about? - Something stupid.

In a rape…

The door is the hymen, the room, the vagina.

Maybe, but all that matters is how I process this,

emotionally.

I'm getting in, I'm freezing.

Listen, do you want me to talk to Bogdan?

You could take over his column.

He told me he wanted to quit, you'd even be doing him a favour.

We'll see.

And what fucking sins has the poor kid committed?

A confessor is essential

for the kid to grow up in spiritual harmony.

Don't start with this bullshit.

Irina, where's the harmony when you repress your urge to fuck?

At least every once in a while.

That's why they end up with problems and issues.

They can't live the way they want.

The priest doesn't even let you touch yourself.

They tell the kids they will become blind, what the hell are they thinking about?

Do you want our kid to be masturbating the whole day?

Not all day, woman.

But at his age,

he should explore and discover his body.

- How old is he? - Eight years and a half.

Enough.

It is fine to ban masturbation for adults.

Yes, but what if the wife refuses to fulfill

her heterodox duties?

- Yes, honey. - Who, me?

No, but seriously, let's get back to masturbation.

In marriage, one must know how to compromise, right?

Depending on who you are thinking about.

Exactly.

Exactly, that's it.

Aren't you going to tell me you don't think about someone else when you have sex with that one?

What?

Don't you ever think about someone else when you fuck?

Not all men are like that.

Oh,

look, Ana is a prude.

Let's be frank, jerking off saves marriages.

You want to fuck a hot girl, but love your wife.

Well, you jerk off thinking about a tight pussy.

What? What's wrong with that?

That's a fantasy, a vision.

A projection of an archetype from the soul.

Oh, look.

Look at her, she's losing it.

I talk about philosophy and she gets turned on.

No couple has been together for years

without having cheated on each other.

It's impossible, you go crazy.

Miss Ana, miss Ana,

you are so naive.

How can such apparently smart people

refuse to let go of this hypocrisy?

See, we intellectuals are idealists.

Is that why you don't leave the house, because of idealism?

- Or is it because you enjoy suffering? - Fuck you.

You think I'm crazy, right?

Have you ever listened to yourself?

Leave me, Toma.

- Can't you see what I have to put up with? - That's life.

Well, if you are so smart, give us a solution.

- Enlighten us. - Sure.

There doesn't seem to be a solution for a poor asshole like you.

But the Scandinavians have come up with a pretty interesting system.

Limited duration contracts, from a date to another.

Not like us Romanians, we suffer together for all eternity.

- I don't know how you can stand him. - Neither do I.

Then, why don't you have an open relationship?

Impossible. We're latin.

A Romanian can't stand another man fucking his woman.

When you say "a Romanian," you mean yourself, right?

You would like to have affairs, but I can't have one?

What do you mean? Aren't you with the one up there?

Isn't He your shelter? I'm going to pee, just because.

You're an asshole, just because.

- You're the best. - You have overstepped.

No, for real.

He's crazy.

Last week he went to see my confessor

and told him so much bullshit.

- Did he confess? - Yes, he did.

But just for fun, unsurprisingly.

Toma did as well. A couple of years ago.

It was such an experience.

He stank of alcohol.

You can't go to anyone to confess.

A priest from Cluj came to the university last year.

That's true.

- I think he was great. - Well…

- Too open. - He wasn't bad.

- Right, but a bit conceited. - Filimon?

- Do you know him? - Of course.

Why don't you go and see him?

How? From and to Cluj all the time?

I can recommend you father Eftimie, in Targoviste.

He's exigent, but it beats being blindly absolved.

Really.

- Is she already indoctrinating you? - I would like to go and see him.

- Really? - Yes.

Look how she came back to life, miss Ana.

Everything is in your head, you just enjoy crying.

- Stop. - What?

Do you believe in anything besides your theories and principles?

In anything other than physics and logic?

Like what, your anguishes and phobias?

- What did I say? - You've gone too far.

- You forgot this. - I noticed, thank you.

- God bless you. - God bless you, good bye.

- Can we go? - Let's stay just a bit more.

How are you?

Tired.

So, what do you think?

He said you were premature.

What?

That you were premature.

- Did he say that? - Yes.

- Did he say I was premature? - Yes, that's what he said.

I haven't told him anything.

What?

My girl.

Were you premature?

How could he know?

I have no idea, I didn't even know myself.

How long did he give you?

And to you?

Seven years.

And to you?

What's going on with the wedding?

The civil ceremony is the problem. He will marry us whenever we want.

It will take us at least another month to get

all the paperwork.

So, how long did he give you?

Fourteen years.

Why's that?

I had a boyfriend.

Yes, and?

What?

Well, he was married.

I didn't know until later.

Yes, and?

You know, that's the greatest sin.

Who was he?

You don't know him. Why does it matter?

Why don't you tell me everything?

Like you and Diana?

Yes.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

- Toma Calin. - Iulian Cristescu.

- Come in. - Thank you.

Sit down.

I was expecting to lie down in a divan.

For now,

we'll just test the waters.

We need to see if we feel comfortable with each other.

That's what these first meetings

are for.

I'm a little bit nervous.

In your email you didn't mention

if you are familiar with psychoanalysis.

My wife…

Well, my ex-wife was in therapy

for six years.

I read as much as I could on it.

So, you are divorced.

You didn't mention that either.

Or did you get a divorce in the meantime?

No, that was about five months ago.

Five and a half.

I just know a bit about it.

At the beginning she would tell me about the sessions, I would learn stuff.

It was like that for a year, a year and a half.

And then

she said she could not tell me,

that it wasn't allowed.

Yes, that's for the best.

Can't you talk about it either?

Is this confidential?

Especially for me.

If we decide to work together,

you are the only thing that matters.

Everything else is a minor thing.

Let's say,

even if it sounds stupid, that a patient confesses to having committed a crime,

what happens then?

Depending on the circumstances,

if the homicide was unintentional or premeditated. It depends.

Depending on the person and the danger he represents to society,

and so on.

Thankfully, it hasn't happened to me yet.

Don't worry,

I've not killed anyone yet.

I was only using an extreme example.

You said you are a writer.

Yes.

- Have you published anything? - Not yet.

I work in journalism.

Sorry, may I use the toilet?

Sure. I'll show you where it is.

Go on, down the stairs, and to the left.

Lift the door handle a bit, it gets stuck sometimes.

Don't worry, thank you.

- How long have you been pregnant? - Nine months.

Any pain or contractions?

- No. - We've been here since this morning.

14 with 17, great.

Don't move, you need to rest.

Do you want to go home?

So you will get some rest before tonight.

I need to pee.

- Sorry. - Just a moment.

- Yes? - She needs to go to the toilet.

Maybe you could take her, this is crowded.

Sure, let's go.

Toma!

How is she?

We're going.

But how is she?

- Tired, we'll talk later. - Do you want dad to drive you?

Call me when you get home.

Ana,

I'll wait by the stands.

- How are you? Any better? - A bit.

- Thank you. - Bye.

Let's join the queue.

Wouldn't you rather go?

- What time is it? - Twenty past three.

Just one hour of queuing and we will see the relics.

What's going on with Miruna? We won't make it.

If we can't make it, I'll pay her next time.

Don't worry.

Go on, I'll be there in a moment.

Have you changed your mind?

I'm feeling better.

Targoviste's miracle.

- Wouldn't you rather sit? - I'm fine.

Didn't you have to be in Bucharest by seven?

Do you want me to leave?

I can drive you if you are in a hurry.

Why don't you cancel and stay in Pitesti for the night?

Dad will drive you tomorrow.

So we'll be together.

Stop it, we're leaving.

- What's going on? - Stay and kiss the bones.

Let's go.

Beware hepatitis.

Toma!

Sorry, excuse me.

Haven't you called the doctor?

Stop doing as you please.

We had agreed on no cortisone.

37,4 is not a high fever.

Sure, if Miruna says so…

Are you giving him cortisone because you want him to shut up or because he needs it?

Don't go out, fuck. I'll be home in three or four hours.

He's not dying.

To hell with phimosis and cortisone, fuck that!

Ana, listen.

Imagine a sheik offered a million dollars for a night.

So what?

I already told you.

Murakami, and considering my last article was meaningless,

this one is for me.

- Have you decided? - Yes.

Right.

Mugur.

My opinion is valid, isn't it?

- Not only the sales figures. - Sorry?

Paulo Coelho's new book is out, "The Winner Stands Alone."

- Yes, and? - I see.

Since Coelho is not eligible for the Nobel, you consider him to be beneath you?

Yes, sort of.

Well, if that's what you want,

what makes us different from the yellow press?

I don't agree with you.

Murakami is not Kabawata, he actually won the Nobel.

We can talk about this over a beer.

Once your opinion sells as much as Coelho,

we'll talk about it in here.

Understood?

It's about selling newspapers.

I think that "The Winner Stands Alone" will sell more than "IQ84."

Well, if we're going to promote morons,

at least give me a headline.

"The Winner Always Stands Alone."

Stop with this bullshit. Economics, your turn.

- "The economic dream…" - Write whatever you want.

"The economic dream in a real Romania."

Toma.

- If you leave, it's over. - You know what?

If you don't like it, I'm sorry.

- Curiela. - Who?

- Curiela. - Curiela?

- Who is Curiela? - My best friend.

- Your friend. - Yes, and I'll save her from…

Toma.

Toma.

Very nice.

I have to go.

Did you call a taxi?

No, I'll stop one on the street.

Come on, please.

- No, don't get mad. - Forget it.

We were in the park for 15 minutes, what could have happened?

With Tudor?

Are you crazy?

How long has it been since you went out without me?

Shouldn't you have told me?

What if something had happened?

- Should I pick you up or will you come by yourself? - I don't know.

I'll call you when I'm done with Miruna.

Mum will be back soon, honey.

- Are you taking your phone? - Yes.

Be careful.

- Call us when you get there. - Bye.

I want mum to stay.

I want mum to stay.

Where is she going?

Tell me.

I'm waiting.

Oh, there we go again.

- That's not the problem. - What is it then?

- What does Bogdan want at this hour? - I can't stand it anymore.

You control me every minute of the day.

Give me your phone.

"Are you sleeping?"

Kisses and emoticons.

Bravo.

Are you done?

You only understand what you want to.

And what is that?

- I'm listening. - I have never behaved like this with you.

When you spent the day out, did I ever check your phone?

I worked to support you.

- And what am I doing now? - How would I know?

You're completely paranoid.

You would be better if you worked.

What?

Yes, full-time.

Who would take care of Tudor?

There are nannies.

Earn money to pay someone?

At least you would be doing something.

Do you want me to explain to you what even an imbecile would understand?

If you're the big boss now, it's thanks to me.

If I had kept working, I'd be earning more than you.

I stay home because someone needs to take care of Tudor.

Or do you want me to end up like you?

Giving birth is not a form of therapy.

You stayed home for years, did I ever complain?

Now you're telling me to work, you have no shame!

Haven't you thought you fed my illness?

Now it is my fault?

You were ill because of me?

Dad.

Fucking hell.

"I can grant you three wishes."

"Think about what would make you happy now."

"Think about it calmly, don't hurry to answer me."

Then, the ogre disappeared

through the big trees of the dark forest

as lightning and thunder stroke down.

The woodcutter took the way back,

and the closer he got to his house, the happier he felt.

"Listen, woman," he said to his wife,

"light a fire and cook a great dinner."

"We will never be poor again."

The woodcutter's wife said:

"Don't rush, we could still lose everything."

"We'd better sleep, the night is a good counselor."

"We'll see what it says."

"We'd better wait until tomorrow to ask for the three wishes."

The woodcutter decided to follow his wife's advice

and fell asleep by the fireplace.

- Hi. - Hi.

Hi, sweetheart.

- Adriana has said hi, what do you have to say? - Hi.

Look who's here.

My God, how you've grown.

Miha!

Who is my boy, the one I love the most?

Come here, my prince, you've grown so much.

- Hi. - He is about to get a girlfriend.

- Would you like a surprise? - Yes.

- Who is she with? - I have no idea.

Hi, what are you doing here?

We were passing by, I called you earlier.

I think my phone is on silent.

- Can't he still not eat anything for an hour? - No, he can already.

Tudor, honey.

Yes, mum.

How did it go? Did he cry?

No, everything went fine.

Did you see Radulescu?

No, we're going there at seven.

- Who was that man? - Who?

The one from earlier.

A collaborator.

- How are you, honey? - Good.

Did it hurt?

No? That's better.

Who is it?

A collaborator, Toma.

Show mum what they did to you, but first swallow your food.

What were you doing with him in the ice-cream parlour?

- I don't know what you're talking about. - You don't know?

If you eat so much chocolate, you'll have to go back to the dentist.

- Why? - You'll get cavities.

Why?

Because your teeth will fall out and you won't be able to eat.

- Why? - Why, what?

What's wrong? Are you following me now?

Would you like to draw?

Why didn't they get a divorce?

For me, it's obvious.

I've been hearing this all my life.

A very fucked up mindset.

Sounds familiar.

Hans the fucker, that's what my dad called him.

He was German.

He wanted to take us to Germany, he did all the paperwork.

Back then, it meant a lot.

Was he going to take you as well?

Yes.

He was even married and had two little girls.

He got divorced and asked my dad for my mother's hand.

- This is an amazing story. - It is.

What did your father do?

- Did they fight? - No, they didn't.

My father never forgave my mother.

And as time went on, he started to tease me.

Why?

Little by little, my mother

began to fully devote herself to me.

- How old were you? - Seven.

You were Hans's substitute.

My little Hans.

Tell me one thing, what did I have to do with them not getting divorced?

They pretend they didn't because of me.

But what does he have against me?

Nothing against you.

I told you.

In his opinion, all women are whores.

Except my mother,

but she is still a woman.

One last thing, Miruna doesn't tell me what I should do.

Not at all.

Not at all.

She only encourages you to suck an old man.

You're sick.

- Send me to a psychoanalyst. - It wouldn't hurt you.

And you should stop going, you're healed.

We could use the money for more important things.

I'll decide what to do with my money.

So, my money is ours, but yours is only yours.

Is this the conclusion that moron has come to?

- Is this what I've been paying for all these years? - Toma, please.

What are you doing in there, analysing yourself or analysing me?

Why does it take so long?

How much longer will I have to endure this?

What do you tell her about me?

Everything.

Miruna knows I have a mole on my dick.

Don't worry, honey, you are not that important.

Can't you see you've gone to the opposite extreme?

What extreme are you talking about?

What extreme, living like a normal person?

Going out, working?

I need to be independent as well.

You want to break up with me.

I haven't said that.

Maybe you want to break up with me and blame me for it.

You're fucking insane.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Come on, Tudor, come here.

Let's go home, Tudor.

Have you had a nice time?

Go with dad.

- How are you? - Great.

- Great? - Great.

I don't know anyone worse than you.

You don't have a God,

morals, soul, nothing at all.

I gave you everything.

I left everything for you, don't you know that?

I can't take it anymore.

I can't take it anymore.

I'm tired.

It's that simple, I'm tired.

Everything I try to do on my own, without depending on you…

I don't want to depend on anyone anymore.

You just try to immobilise me,

you want to stop me.

But I want to go on.

You probably think

it is selfishness.

Maybe it is.

But you don't know the hell I have been through.

And it's very frustrating

that I can't make you understand it.

That you don't understand it.

You want me to be like I used to be.

You want me to be like before, you want me to be ill again.

But I'll never go back to that place.

If only…

If only you had known how to grow with me.

Grow?

Toma.

Toma.

I don't love you anymore.

You don't love me either.

I think you never loved me.

You just held on to me.

I want to get a divorce.

There's someone else, right?

No.

Who were you with in the ice-cream parlour?

Or you still can't tell me?

My father.

I didn't tell you so you wouldn't have any influence on me.

He came back last year.

We have seen each other a few times already. At the beginning I didn't want to.

But he insisted.

He is a good man, believe me.

He also has issues.

Tudor gets on well with him.

Oh.

Let's go see him.

What do you mean?

Toma, no. He has nothing to do with this, please!

Get out of my life!

- Toma, please, listen. - Enough!

Toma, honey, listen to me.

Ana, don't make a scene.

Ana.

Darling.

Wake up.

Ana!

Ana!

Ana!

Do you remember who called?

What do you think?

What do you think?

You know better than I do why I had that dream.

Yes.

I couldn't stop thinking about how you would interpret it.

You would say that, unconsciously,

I wanted to kill Ana while wearing Igor's pajamas.

Or something like that.

Is this the first interpretation that comes into your mind?

Isn't that a bit exaggerated?

Alright.

We'll leave it for today.

This is it?

Yes.

We're running out of time.

It's over.

Time is over.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Until next time.

Isn't there a possibility…?

Aren't there more interpretations?

Yes, of course, there are many.

Dreams distort reality.

But this one seems categoric, don't you think?

Wait a moment.

If Ana dies,

there isn't the slightest chance of a reconciliation.

If Ana disappears,

Tudor stays with me.

I'm trying to prevent Tudor from going through what my

my parents made me go through?

It looks like that, yes.

Because if I went back to her,

I would be doing

the same my dad did.

Yes.

That's why I wonder if the Ana from the dream is just Ana.

You will drive me crazy.

Alright, let's imagine that the Ana from the dream

is my mother,

who is Ana's dad?

Hans?

Why not?

Ana betrayed him with her father the same way her mother did with Hans.

Then?

Then we'll talk on Thursday.

See you on Thursday.