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MORTAL TRANSFER

I'm crazy!

Crazy! I backed the woman's phony alibi.

She hasn't mentioned it since... or the jewels.

I try. But she avoids the subject.

She goes on about her violent husband.

Max lies on top of me... he tries to spread my legs.

I clinch them. His hands approach my throat.

He rips my shirt open... and so on.

What's on your mind?

She's trying to entice me to murder.

It drains me.

I should stop seeing her. But I can't.

She's tricked me. I want to understand...

Go on...

Why do I fall asleep in her sessions?

It happens every time now...

while she talks dirty to me. It's pathetic!

I hear her voice in my sleep.

Mixed in with reality. It's strange...

I dream about her... the things she says.

Lately I dreamed Max was straddling her. On my couch.

He was beating the hell out of her.

The more he hit. The more she laughed...

mocking him. His desire for her.

When will it end?

When will it end?

Fine. Michel.

Thank you.

One Prozac a day for two weeks.

I don't usually prescribe during analysis.

Thank you. Doctor.

- I can't take it! - Now now.

See you next week.

It all started with a call from an old friend in the police.

Durand? Commissaire Chapireau...

Hey! How are you?

Fine... Can you come down to the station?

What's wrong?

I can't explain. But it's important. You're indirectly involved.

Do you know this woman?

Bernstein's jewellery store...

Mrs. Kubler's been shoplifting there for weeks. They can't catch her.

Thieves never case the same joint. But this crackpot does!

A real pro... store can't nail her!

A perverted kleptomaniac...

As you know?

Sorry. Our sessions are confidential.

But she is your patient?

One of them.

Very helpful. Here we are busting our nuts...

Forget it... Iook.

The crooked tycoon and the kinky klepto.

Charming couple!

4 days ago. A store dick saw Olga Kubler stealing a ring.

What am I doing here?

I was in session with my analyst. Michel Durand. That's you!

She's got balls!

So? That's not confidential. I couId check your diary.

No point. Sessions are fixed in advance and no-shows have to pay.

Was she with you?

Yes.

Are you sure? Phony alibi. Think about it...

You doubt my word? Low blow from a buddy!

Why are you covering for her? Are you two an item?

Olga Kubler was in therapy with me at the time. OK?

You're screwing up. Michel.

That woman'II land you in the shit.

Olga had a session two days later.

I was curious to see her reaction.

Thank you...

I wanted to tell you but it seemed pointless.

Talk of prick. Pussy and violence never makes you react.

You don't care whether I'm a thief either.

Fine. Madame. Good bye. Madame.

I was wondering what you'd do.

Hand me to the cops or... lie.

You're involved now, Doctor...

Finally!

Olga was a fascinating case.

Three months of therapy had lured me into her web of madness.

I should have ended it.

I didn't know it was too late.

We agreed you wouldn't smoke.

Killjoy.

May I?

You're punishing me.

I'm a thief. So what?

Max is loaded. I get all the money I want.

I like stealing.

It struck me downtown one day.

I saw this pair of stockings...

A revelation! I was all wet inside.

Black stockings...

with a seam and a diamond ankle motif...

a touch of vulgarity to turn guys on!

I slipped them in my purse without thinking.

Better than an orgasm...

or a violent man...

well. Different.

I stiII wear them.

Yes...?

Lingerie was small-time so I went for jewels.

Bernstein's was perfect.

Rolex...

18 carat yellow gold. 32 diamonds...

Gold bracelet.

They stop me. Of course.

Full body search... I love it.

They have to let me go. So they call Max just to bug me.

And does he hit you?

Luckily!

A thieving wife is bad for his image.

He doesn't forgive that.

I know enough to put him away for life.

He wants to skip the country. He's afraid I'II talk.

So he hits me.

Don't you think it'II have to stop?

When one of us dies.

Fine.

4 months earlier I had met an artist. Helen Mayer.

A large painting had caught my eye.

Sorry I...

How do I look?

Not me. My paintings!

You're the artist?

Well?

No composition or research yet highly composed and stylized...

Impulsive chaos. Shapes and colors blend in conflicting harmony.

Blocks cohabit in uneven unity...

It's instinctive. Cacophonous and

paradoxically... mastered.

That's what I think. And you don't give a damn.

Yup!

It's funny though.

You should be a shrink.

I've heard it all before!

Ask me to dinner. This place is dull.

Quick. Or I'll have to listen to Boris drone on about sales.

And money. Then have dinner.

Then say no when he wants to sleep with me...

What's your name? - Boris... no. Michel!

Like my father!

On purpose!

You're funny!

You only finished it last night? - Yup. At midnight.

With a toothbrush. Like a maniac.

It isn't even dry. It really needs more work.

You can buy it if you like.

I love the careless way you flick your hair...

You paint like that too.

Answer my question.

Do people still lie down to go on about life?

Frequently. But more to figure out why they can't handle it.

Does it work?

Sometimes. It can do.

You sound convinced!

You'd be on my case even if I was.

When I lie down. I can handle anything.

You should let me try your couch.

You may convince me I need to lie down...

I'can t help it.

I'm attracted to brutality.

Most men don't know how to make a woman suffer.

They only ever dream about it.

I could tell Max was different.

That's why I married him...

For worse.

I whip him into a violent frenzy. I do it well.

You thought I was just a docile neurotlc. Admit it!

No comment!

Men are faggots.

You refuse my violence but what's your silence?

You and your red socks.

He bruises me with his love.

If I undressed you'd see.

Max likes to keep up appearances.

The well-dressed image is for the magazines.

He's sick.

I don't like guys to come. I don't let them.

Max is intent on fucking me.

Why should he? Just because we're married...

He keeps beating me...

like if he wants to kill me.

I was really scared today.

He yelled that I was a bitch out to get him.

Isn't that what you want?

Go ahead!

Say I'm a bitch!

Hit me. You want to...

I know you want to...

but you don't dare.

You're mad at me about the cops.

You hate me.

I got you!

I push him to extremes.

I like driving him wild.

Then he breaks down in tears.

He's been crazy since the indictment.

Hooked on antidepressants and whisky.

He's getting dangerous... Savage...

I love him.

I thought he'd kill me this morning.

I ran away...

He chased me down the stairs... My shoes came off.

I had to get to the door.

I fell in the snow. I'd have run over broken glass...

I had to reach the door!

It was shut.

I pulled it like crazy.

Max was getting closer...

it wouldn't open, like a nightmare.

He thought I'd stolen his millions and freaked!

He dragged me upstairs and threw me on the bed.

He pinned me down.

I thought he was going to rape me.

I fought like crazy.

I tried to break free...

I swore at him but he didn't care. He was out of control...

He hit me.

He gripped my throat...

tight...

I was choking...

Fine.

Shit.

You have reached Dr. Zlibovic. To make an appointment...

What am I doing?

Crime Squad.

Commissaire ZIibo... uh, Chapireau please.

Hold the line.

Excuse me...

Sorry to turn up like this but I must talk to you!

Please!

Wait!

Just have a seat I I'II finish off my patient...

finish up with her!

Then I'm yours!

Come in.

I'm blocked.

As usual.

I want to talk. But can't.

About your pupils?

It was horrible. They started with the Gaucho bee...

Gaucho?

Yes. You know...

the insecticide that drives bees mad.

It's American.

Imagine 40 lame-brains going bzz...

For 3 minutes!

I was paralyzed.

I turned to the board to hide my tears. Assholes!

I did the equation but math is beyond them!

Then it was Verdun. Bombs. Stukas...

In 1916? They get it all wrong.

And CNN commentary!

In lousy English...

They'll be the death of me.

I want to die.

Disappear under your couch.

Fine!

What's wrong? - Time's up! You have to leave...

Thank you.

Good bye.

You're screwing up. Michel.

That woman'll land you in the shit.

I got you!

- Are you sure? - No comment!

You're involved. Doctor.

Hit me. You want to...

You're punishing me.

Better than an orgasm...

or a violent man.

Helen? What's up?

It's 1 a.m. And I'm not horny now!

1 a.m.?

I'm sorry.

The convention ran late. I just got in. I was about to call.

Bullshit! You never set foot there!

I checked. Just admit you were with another woman.

It's not what you think!

Next time you need to get laid on your couch

don't double-book! It's so amateur.

You've reached Helen and Boris Yeltsin.

Boris is sleeping and I'm out buying vodka. Speak after the tone.

Helen? It's Michel.

I want to tell you I've strangled a woman... I think... I'm not sure.

I don't know what's come over me...

Strangle another to cool off. Dumbo!

What's on your mind?

Olga dead.

Have you ever seen a strangled woman? It's vile.

I couldn't resuscitate her.

I called you instead of the Police. Freudian slip!

It means I want to understand what happened.

Any Ideas?

None.

Blackout. I woke up with sore arms and a dead patient.

If I tell the cops I'm done for.

Crime or delirious episode. Either way.

Do you expect psychoanalysis to explain it?

I don't know. I thought so. But the question now is...

do I leave Helen for prison or a mental asylum?

I realize she means a lot to me.

Even though she's as screwy as her work.

When I bought her painting she said I should make love to her.

My wife and I were such prudes...

If you bought it to make me happy.

You should think again.

I'd rather...

He loves me...

Ioves me not, Ioves me...

Ioves me not.

You draw quick and well.

Dick...

now.

I think I love her.

She thought I was with another woman last night. So she flipped!

She wasn't all wrong. Female intuition!

No. I'm done for...

I'II call Chapireau when I get home.

Here. I found some more!

This one's the best. It's my last copy.

It covers dozens of hypnosis-related crimes.

Like the Notting Hill Strangler...

His blackout was brief. But long enough to strangle

his wife. Two kids and the Jack Russell!

The Jack too?

Total oblivion.

But the poor man was haunted by gruesome hallucinations of his crime!

Say what?

I wish I could black out and strangle my wife. And her dog!

Dr. Durand?

Max Kubler. I think we need to talk.

You want me to stay out here?

No. Come in.

You seem surprised to see me.

No. I mean... It's...

not common practice to visit your wife's therapist.

You abide by common practice?

Analysts follow a code of conduct. In the patient's interests.

Murder and Amnesia

And what are my wife's interests?

Olga was here last night.

I waited all night for her...

you must know I'm in some trouble.

This may surprise you but...

I'm just an anxious husband.

Olga's obviously not 100% normal...

but you're a shrink. You know it!

My wife and I...

Iove each other in a rather...

special way.

She must have told you.

She tells everyone.

And she steals.

Bad habit. I hoped you'd help her kick it.

It's a real Iuxury for a man in my position!

Have you ever been in jail?

I have.

I don't recommend it.

Everything's PC and hypocrisy these days...

Money gave me everything.

That's why they're gunning for me.

And when you're married to a bitch...

a fucking whore who clamps her legs when you wanna fuck...

life is hell.

She only gets off

when I beat her up.

I'm a desperate man. Mr. Durand.

If you know something...

you gotta tell me.

Chapireau here.

You tried to reach me.

Duty cop says it's urgent.

Olga said you had police buddies.

I'm in till late. Or early tomorrow. Hope it's not serious...

If it's about her. Drop it. TelI me where my money is.

What money?!

Olga cleaned out my safe yesterday. 7 million!

More than her shrink's pen!

She must've stashed the money.

What do you know.

This is absurd! I have no idea where the money is.

I'm expecting a patient now. OK?

Olga loves this...

- You wanna keep the cash? - I don't want or know anything!

You're in deep shit with my wife. Huh?

That's why the cops called.

Listen up. If you say a word.

I'II stick your arm up your ass.

You have an ex-wife. A mistress.

A business and debts.

Shaky set-up.

Think it over.

Tomorrow night. My place. 10 p.m. With the money.

Or telI me where to find it.

I can get you out of this shit.

But don't fuck with me.

Ever.

There was 40 grand in Olga's purse...

and my yellow pen.

I'd looked everywhere for it.

Where was the 7 million?

Cool car!

Germans make good cars!

- What're you doing? - And you?

Checking out your patient's car...

Who says she's a patient?

You learn a lot when you bum around out here.

I'm playing Santa tomorrow in a big store.

You've obviously never been Santa.

Have you?

Course not.

It's gonna snow. I'm out getting used to the cold.

What're you out to do?

Avoid a ticket.

I was pathetic with Max.

No better than my father.

After he left I had a dream.

It's been hounding me for days... years!

I think it relates to my questions about Olga.

A dead tree. All lit up...

with wolves on the branches.

Have you read Freud's Case Studies too often?

The Wolf Man dream.

The primal scene. Child sees parents having sex. That's not it.

I think we live in a jungle made for wolves like Kubler.

Dad blamed bad business on the pack of them.

The IRS. The competition. Superstores.

He was always moaning.

A born victim!

Max makes millions. Dad's hardware made chicken-shit!

How could I identify with him?

I see him when I look in the mirror...

and resent him even more.

What about your mother?

Mom and I were a real mean team.

Always putting him down.

She encouraged my success to crush him.

I did medicine to spite him.

It was hot that day. June or July.

The store was closed till 4.

My father put up a sign on the door.

When I learned to read, I found out it said:

For the best service possible, closed between 12:30 and 4 PM.

My mother found that ridiculous.

That afternoon, he went upstairs to the apartment.

When I woke they were in the kitchen.

Mom was loving and tender with Dad.

I felt horribly betrayed.

I think the memory has haunted me since.

After years of therapy I can see Dad loved me

in his own sad, awkward way...

perhaps with admiratlon.

Jeez it's cold! Numbs the brain.

Not enough to stop you seeing me.

Just habit.

You get back round noon every Tuesday.

That space was waiting for you.

Like you?

I work evenings. I gotta kill time till then.

If I went to a bar I'd get sloshed.

I'd be in no state to play Santa. Big stores don't like that!

See that?

Her car's still here.

Bad for the battery.

Tell her next time. Tomorrow. Isn't it?

But then. Shrinks don't fix cars. Shrinks...

fix this.

Sorry?

Words...

come from there.

That's your department. Huh?

I'm up on psychiatry.

That's why I'd like to talk to you...

Is this your vehicle?

Tell your patient about her battery...

Once it's dead.

There's no bringing it back to life...

If you see what I mean!

Congratulations, Mr. Durand, you've won a three-star deep freezer...

You still can win...

Wrong again. Try again.

Too bad. Start over again.

You've reached Helen Mayer and Rocco Siffredi...

Rocco's shooting. Me too. Leave a message.

Last night really wasn't my fault.

Sorry for being so stupid. I'll explain.

I miss you.

I'm at the office. Call me.

Just a minute!

Do come in.

You're not usually late.

What's on your mind?

Women have one-track minds.

They claim we're the sex maniacs. Hypocrites!

Just look how they dress!

It's winter now. But soon as it gets hot

there'll be plunging cleavages.

Tit-hugging tops and bare-ass miniskirts galore.

Even in winter...

skimpy lingerie leaps out at you from every bus shelter.

Subway's no better...

...naked flesh on every wall. I drive now.

But yesterday

I nearly rammed into a big-titted blonde ass pasted on a bus!

Now there's the Internet...

They wasted no time!

Soon as you meet a girl. Even a saintly-looking one.

One Campari Soda later

she'II blush, Iittle hot flushes on her neck. Grab your hand...

and thrust her genitality at you!

That intimacy bothers me.

It's all moist...

Then she'II lick her lips. Accidentally finger her nipple and

splash!

It's alI over for me...

before I even get started.

I come before climax.

Take that classy lady patient of yours.

I see her on my way up sometimes.

She has a Porsche.

Yellow.

When I see it I know she's here. So I wait.

Funny. I'm sure I can smell her perfume...

Fine!

Can't you smell it?

Commissaire Chapireau. Please...

He'II be in this afternoon.

You wanna leave a message?

I'lI calI back.

I decided to go see Max Kubler.

I wrote two letters. To my ex-wife

and to Helen.

It was at the time of Olga's sessions.

Mai Li, please send these two letters if I'm not back by tomorrow.

I decided to be early for the meeting.

I feared a trap.

I wanted the upper hand.

I was an hour early.

To provoke me in one of her sessions,

Olga had told me her door code.

Asshole!

I don't give a shit!

My wife's split with my money...

quit bugging me. Asshole!

Get out or I'II kick you out!

I m not Santa Claus!

Jesus Christ! That's it!

Get out!

Fuck off!

You shouldn't have come...

This is none of your business.

You know the Wolf Man story?

I don't need to tell it to a shrink. Huh?

It's Chapireau.

Get down here. Max Kubler's been shot.

Didn't you hear the news?

I'm waiting. Don't make me send the cops.

You haven't seen Olga since Monday?

No. Patients often miss a session.

You didn't say that last time!

Cut the irony. OK? I'm just saying it happens.

Any analyst will agree.

So you just happened to calI me?

I wanted...

to have lunch. Clean the slate.

Why didn't you return my calI?

I was going to.

That figures...

So why's her car in your street?

I checked her parking tickets.

All paid. Who by? You or her?

This is crazy! What's it got to do with me?

Why would I pay them?

Admit you hid her till the murder!

What's your take on it?

I say she killed Kubler.

He beat her up. She showed us the bruises.

She refused to press charges.

She must've told you. What else are sessions for?

She said he'd kill her

for knowing too much.

Her kleptomania was a call for help...

as you know!

Anyway. A murder rap sure beats theft.

I let her go due to you.

But I'd have done the same for my mistress.

She's never been my mistress!

Liar.

Liar!

Your cleaner caught you at it on the couch.

Olga was half-naked. You were kissing her...

ravenously.

Want to read it?

You questioned my cleaner!

She saw you!

Sex is no crime. But your affair with Olga fills lots of gaps.

You're protecting her again.

- No. - Where is she?

- No idea. - She didn't say?

- No. - So you've seen her?

Not since her last session.

- I don't believe you. - Any proof?

Max Kubler's bank statements.

7 million's vanished. I doubt it went to charity.

His safe was empty.

So either he hid the money or she stole it.

As compensation for her suffering.

You're clearly in on it.

Clearly...

She talked about it during your... sessions.

She told you for sure!

Sure!

So. You hide her...

pay her tickets so nobody notices her car...

and help her escape after the murder. Am I wrong?

Yes!

Just tell me where you're meeting her.

I've had it! Arrest me if I'm so guilty!

I have the right to call my lawyer.

Take it easy!

I don't want to lay into you. We're old buddies!

I'm going on a hunch for now.

Let me know if you have to leave town. I may need you.

Have fun with your patients.

...the murder of Max Kubler.

Who was shot dead last night

in his Paris home...

No suspects have been identified.

Police are trying to trace his wife...

The cops were on the case. I had to get rid of the body.

It was like taking a bungee jump...

with no bungee.

You think it will solve your problems?

I really don't know...

She's better off in my trunk than under my couch.

It's fascinating...

a kind of subconscious strategy of errors

that led me to witness murder at Kubler's.

A perfect fuck-up!

The cops'II think I killed Olga for the cash.

Then again...

if I ditch the body I still have a chance...

A few years ago.

I had a patient nicknamed The Gem.

He was a jeweler...

into Satanic orgies at Pere Lachaise cemetery.

He gave me his pass-key out of guilt.

I kept it. God knows why...

My car wouldn't start last night.

Even my car's being Freudian! How come?

Graves remind me of my blue giraffe.

I was 5. I never had a gift from my father.

Then one day he gave me a blue giraffe.

I was lost for words.

No thank you. Nothing.

I think he was deeply hurt.

It was just a toy but I took it everywhere.

Its beady eyes terrified me.

So I'd hit it to feel better. Thump it and twist its neck!

I even branded it with a fork!

One day...

I found it decapitated on my bed.

I accused a friend.

But was punished for ruining Dad's giraffe.

It felt so unfair.

It was 40 years ago...

but I haven't forgotten.

I still don't know who did it.

I suspected my father...

My head less giraffe grossed me out.

But fascinated me too...

In the end I put it in a cookie box

and buried it in the park.

By a tree near the cable-car.

I bet it's stiII there.

It'll be the same if I get rid of Olga. Won't it?

Fuck!

Over here. Boss!

Looked like the Caddy was gonna eat you!

You a spy?

Nah... that's no job for highbrows.

Only I know you're a shrink.

I see your cases flocking in and out.

I've been in psychiatry. I can spot 'em!

Table's ready.

What was your case?

I was a maniac...

'Cos of the Lottery.

Yep! I'm a bona-fide Lottery victim.

I won the jackpot!

I was with the DEPO. Department of Education Personnel Office.

Workin' payrolls and files.

You resigned?

I should've. But I didn't list en.

So I sat around doing nothing.

I bought a condo with a fireplace.

But I needed kindling...

The files went down a treat!

I burned stacks!

Watching them blaze up in the flames

gives you a real sense of power!

We stopped working.

No payrolls were going out.

Then...

I thought of Erostratus. He destroyed the temple in Ephesus.

He burned one of the 7 wonders of the world...

I torched the DEPO.

After I got fired,

I had a high ol' time toasting my toes.

One day, I saw Gainsbarre burn a 500F on TV.

Chucking in 5 grand at a time...

Money to burn!

A true high-roller.

I spent 4 years in an institution.

When I got out

they forced a guardian on me. Rough.

He thinks I'II do it again.

So he only gives me coins!

It's a shame...

I have nothing left.

It's good fire weather.

Luckily, there are nice people. Your housekeeper, for example.

Your Chinese workspace cleaner. - Cambodian.

The Cambodian... who works for you.

When I told her my story, she gave me two 200F.

But you can't warm a house on 200F.

I'm sorry. I have to go.

Gimme your car keys!

What?

I'II fix your battery.

I'II need to open the hood.

Don't worry. What's inside ain't my business.

I'm free at 7.

OK. Meet you at 7. I'II help.

Don't be late!

You got a new bedspread?

You weren't in the other day.

Was it because of her?

You were summoned by the police?

I read all the papers, watched TV, listened to the radio...

Olga Kubler...

I never connected her with that guy.

He used to be on TV.

An awkward upstart.

What do you mean?

What does such a classy woman see in that brute?

I've been unconsciously attracted to rabble.

A stunning woman.

I must confess something.

One day, after a session, I came back to the neighborhood.

I saw her Porsche downstairs.

I assumed she was with you.

I hoped to see her coming out.

I had waited for her before.

Even very late.

In short...

I was hanging around her Porsche.

There were tickets on it.

One of those hysterical officers had passed by.

I liked the idea to secretly pay it for her.

You must think I'm stupid.

I thought of you when I found out who she was.

It was a gift.

Very well, sir.

Why did you get a new bedspread?

You seen the time?

- Sure. It's 7. - It's 8.30.

You seen your trunk?

It's been jimmied.

Better fix it!

Start her up!

Now the trunk?

No!

No need. I'll do it tomorrow.

Martini?

Here you go. Thank you, highness.

Very impressive, this painting.

Your client with the Porsche...

Yes? - It seems she killed her husband.

I'm not surprised. He was a beast, insanely jealous.

It's painted by a mental patient.

Sometimes, he'd pick her up by your office.

He came up here?

Well, at least he'd enter the building with her.

You never saw him, 'cause he waited downstairs.

It was your office, wasn't it? - Yes, sure.

Two doors?

I'd like to see it.

I didn't get a chance...

Perhaps some other time. - Sorry, I've got work to do.

I insist. For old times' sake. Please.

No question.

No, but...

I'd like...

...a place on your couch...

In return for small favors.

Erostratus on my couch. How unexpected.

Was burial one of the odd jobs he had in mind?

Was he a threat?

I had spotted Abbe Raymond's tomb at med school

when I'd unwind in cemeteries after dissections.

He had strangled hundreds of women.

It seemed a good spot for Olga's remains.

No-one would look for her here.

What's death like. Olga?

Where do you go?

Forgive me.

Hey dude!

Bravo! Way to go!

Mine's only inflatable...

Can I look?

What s your name. Princess? What's her name?

Princess of the night!

I got the hots!

What are you doing?

Get back!

Chill out! I'll lend ya my dolly!

If you touch her you'll be damned!

Lost even to Satan! Fucked! Screwed!

- Bullshit! - Oh yeah?

Olga's a High Priestess. The Strangler's Mistress!

- Strangler? - Paco Rabanne!

Touch her and your hot rod there

will turn to ashes and your balls to dust!

Help me. It's good karma!

Wait!

I'II be right back.

Let's play her some tunes!

...triple bass-boost. 8 track heads!

Shut up and push. Dammit!

But I'm the DJ!

If she's not back by dawn we've had it!

Will she come back?

Sure... Know what? I think she likes you.

You should wait for her. You may strike lucky!

Keep quiet! Think of your balls!

200 for a blow job. 400 safe sex.

Asshole!

I've lost control.

It's your fault.

Ask her about the 7 millions!

What are you doing here? - What I am doing here?

Is this a new habit?

How'd you get in?

Through the window! On my broomstick!

Here! I won't be back in a hurry!

Wait! Don't tell me I tried to...

There's nothing to say.

Bingo!

But you picked the wrong partner!

I undressed you and you lunged at your bolster!

OK. You were trashed... but banging a bolster!

You were humping it and moaning Olga.

It looked like a linen orgy!

What's Olga?

Your bolster or your double-booked date?

Then you went psycho. Twisting it Iike a maniac.

If it'd been a woman you'd have wrung her neck!

You yelled Max!

Your pillow?

And screamed for your 7 millions!

It was getting sick. So I screamed louder!

You've gone weird. Michel.

I wanted you.

But if I'd known you'd be humping your bolster

I'd have stayed home to knit!

Try Macy's.

The white sale.

You can pick up a new girlfriend there!

I've understood something crucial.

I can't resist brutality...

Oh no...

Yes!

There was a strange atmosphere here last Monday.

When I lay on the couch

I felt a call. A whispering voice...

But I'm no Joan of Ark!

It wanted to persuade me that brutality... leads to pleasure.

I'd have told you Thursday. But you were absent.

This voice now follows me everywhere.

I feel so fulfilled!

I'm a thief... I exist.

WiII you specialize?

I tried picking the pockets in the staff room today.

God it's exciting!

I found 1000 F in a colleague's wallet...

And a condom.

Go on.

Tell me...

why am I seeing a married man? Even he says it's hopeless.

He says he can't love me... it's purely sexual with me.

A friend came for dinner on Saturday.

I gave him a blow job. He liked it.

Afterwards,

I called my married man and told him.

He was furious. Said I was demeaning myself and provoking him.

Is that what you wanted?

I don't know.

But he came round like a shot!

He said: Every time I look at your mouth,

I'II think of the other guy's cock.

Then he handed me 200 F

and said suck me.

And I liked it.

My colleague's money...

Are you thinking about Olga?

Yes.

Max and Olga's set-up was madness.

But also love.

I imagine her saying: Look!

I have his key. I turn him on.

I'd escape into sleep like in my youth.

And act out her words in my dreams.

Max just listened at the door.

But last Monday he flipped.

He came in while I was asleep and strangled her.

It didn't take long. Then he came back for the money.

But if Olga had said anything he'd have heard!

Perhaps he arrived later?

Maybe... What can I say?

You can tell me where the millions are.

Sorry?

I swear, this time I won't fall asleep.

You have the money. Olga told me.

You knew Olga?

She said you were partners in crime. You helped her.

What? You believe that crap?

Crap?

You killed her to keep it all.

Who are you trying to kid. Michel?

Try telling the law the murder took place on your couch

but you were asleep and didn't notice!

Then tell them you snuck off to hide the body in a graveyard!

I doubt you'll be acquitted!

But you fell asleep! You didn't see me go!

Don't push me... I swear...

Where's the money?

I don't know. Goddammit!

I needed that money.

I'm in trouble with the law.

They think I killed Olga!

It has nothing to do with Olga.

I don't think you kiIled her.

Max Kubler did it.

She did make a copy of your key

so he couId eavesdrop.

The rest must be a lot like you said.

They were the most

neurotic couple I ever met.

A fascinating case...

He's a loser!

That's what he is!

Only fit to bully his stooges and... swindle banks!

And taxes!

I've seen him cry... grovel at my feet.

I had to hit him...

slap and insult him to make him raise a hand to me.

He claims he has mistresses...

God knows what he does with them!

I'II show you what he does...

Look!

You have to like it!

I like it.

Love it.

The next day Max turned up in my office.

Saying: I've tried everything with that bitch!

I could easily have her institutionalized.

But I can't live without her...

I'd scale the asylum walls to see her.

He's the one who needed treatment.

What's your link with Kubler?

He saved the Analytical Circle.

When I met him I was close to bankruptcy.

He offered to invest. It seemed like a miracle!

I didn't ask questions.

And Olga?

I was her analyst.

You?

Yes.

She was capable of anything

to push Max over the edge.

That's why she came here!

He wanted her to belittle him during sessions...

It gave him a reason to beat her.

In the end he agreed

to let me refer Olga elsewhere.

So you shipped her over to me!!

You didn't stop her therapy!

You felI in the trap too!

You even backed her bogus alibi.

You wanted to follow Olga's case!

Maybe so.

I was...

fascinated by the experience.

By Olga!

Fascinated by the experience...

albeit rather unorthodox...

of analyzing both therapist and patient.

I carried on seeing her. I should have kicked her out.

I thought I was in control.

I was deluding myself!

The bank told me large sums had left the Circle account.

I went to negotiate with Max before he fled.

He thought I was her accomplice.

Maybe you were?

Olga was dead. Maybe you had the money...

I was out of my mind.

Maybe Max lied?

No.

Olga took the money. And her secret to the grave.

The session is over.

We won't be seeing each other again.

It's over

for good.

If you knew all the things I've heard in this office...

I was scared of ending my days in my chair.

So I entered into a death waltz

with Olga

and I stopped being an analyst.

You don't have to do the same.

You said that it's a jungle out there...

perhaps our vocation is to listen to it

so people will feel less ashamed

of being human.

It's not a very enviable role.

Deep down. Analysts are saints...

They say it takes the patience of a saint to be one.

Now, go, Michel.

And you?

Don't worry about me.

Rather, take care of that young woman painter...

Make her happy...

And be a worthy analyst...

If, one day, you get hold of those millions...

try to put them to good use...

36 years of certainty shot to pieces.

My giraffe was green. Not blue.

The world of psychoanalysis is grieving

following the suicide of Dr. Armand Libovic.

An eminent Freudian, Dr. Libovic advocated

hard-line concepts of analytical therapy.

Sources believe that age, Ioneliness

and depression may be the reasons...

I'II be right there.

I'II be back later.

Michel! I wanted to see you!

I'm sorry about the other night. You scared me!

Sorry Helen. I'm off to buy a hot comforter!

I didn't really mean it!

'Scuse me! Police!

But I was first! What a nerve!

I'II call you. Helen!

Don't deny it. She didn't jump in the tomb herself!

Or did your doll push her?

I never touched her! She was the Strangler's wife!

I got my dolly...

but a blow-up's not like a real stiff.

Women squeal. But a dead woman...

tingles your spine! You're faced with Eternity...

tuned in to the Big Mystery... the Silent World!

Sure! And you know this man?

That's him!

I helped him put her in the tomb.

Then what?

Durand?

We've found Olga Kubler!

Thanks to who?

Him!

Watch your balls. Dude!

Back to business! That's him?

Dead on. I helped him.

Zlibovic's confession. Sent before his suicide.

It led us to Olga Kubler's body.

He'd buried her at P�re Lachaise!

You're sure he wrote it?

Everything fits. Including the handwriting.

He used a patient's pass key.

Some necrophiliac weird-ass.

It alI sticks.

And get this...

he buried Olga in a strangler's tomb!

We picked up the guy who helped him...

Watch your balls!

A DJ who hangs round tombs...

with a blow-up dolI.

Have a seat.

He ID'd Zlibovic at the morgue. In his state he'd ID your grandma!

But Iuckily for Grandma...

his statement confirms Zlibovic's confession.

Jeez. Falling in love with a girl like Olga at his age...

That's Maxi-Viagra!

She was his patient.

She captivated him. Hopeless love... Know who sent her to you?

Uh no. I don't recall...

He did!

Got you there. Huh?

He sent you his problem case on the sly!

But he couldn't stop seeing her.

Last Monday he lost his mind and strangled her.

The autopsy confirms it.

He kept her 4 days at home before burying her!

Must have been a nightmare.

He flipped his wig!

He shot Max Kubler.

You have proof of that?

He shot himself with the same gun.

He was your analyst?

Yes. And my friend.

I've always admired gunshot suicides.

A bullet to the brain. What an exit!

Few people have the balls these days!

That just about wraps this case...

Just about?

The money, pal! It's still missing.

Maybe ol' Grandma knows?

Sorry. My grandma's dead.

My condolences...

Say... let's have lunch soon.

You can telI me why you called.

Oh. Just one thing...

How did you make my cleaner talk?

I threatened to deport her.

You'd do that?

That's confidential. Buddy.

Okay...

I get it. You can go out the back.

Thanks.

You must be sick of wackos!

Watch your balls. Man!

Maalox! Cigarettes!

The flower evokes meditation and memories.

A reminder of Medieval days.

A tribute to craftsmanship!

Gold and diamonds

reflect air

and light...

You don't like it. Sir...

No. I love it. It's... stunning!

You Iike it?

I'II take it. Giftwrapped. Please.

You have her ring size?

No. But she has beautiful artist's hands.

I'm sure she does.

Do you need an aspirin?

I'm fine now!

Check or credit card?

Cash.

Bernstein's. Yes.

There's a bomb in your store. It explodes in 1 minute.

60 seconds!

You've reached Helen and Bill Clinton.

Bill's buying cigars and I'm at the dry cleaners.

Please leave a message.

Don't forget the line's tapped. Shhhh...

Hello Helen. It's Michel.

Listen. I've dumped my bolster... and my comforter's not so hot.

Life's a bore without you.

I'II be on the Debilly bridge at midnight.

I'm sure you're there! Pick up the phone!

If you don't come I'II jump in the Seine!

What are you doing?

Do you mind?

Can I see you?

Now? Too busy. Sorry.

Yes!

You must.

I didn't get a look last time.

So the patient lies there... and you sit in the chair.

Right.

So. I lie down?

Let's try the chair first.

The chair...

Since we met...

I keep thinking about it.

I'm super-motivated.

I realize that in therapy...

you won't just lay on a couch.

It's something...

...that occupies your mind.

Even when you're asleep...

or drinking.

You stop looking at others the same way.

If you want my opinion: psychoanalysis... is everywhere.

And the analyst...

well, him...

he is nowhere.

Except in his chair.

You don't like to work with me?

I sensed it's about the payment.

I'll make you an offer.

Every work has a price.

Free sessions wouldn't work.

I wouldn't be engaged.

I want to pay you.

Will 7 million do?

Olga asked me to look after it.

I've been trying to mention her for days.

I always hang around outside...

One day she comes up to me.

I'm not used to women but she was cool.

We didn't get friends but...

Great girl.

CouIdn't stop thieving!

It was in her blood!

She was very good.

She gave me things...

like a pair of stockings once.

One of her secialialities....

But no use to me.

I burned 'em!

I miss her...

It's funny you ain't asking no sexual stuff.

She...

told me that's all therapy's about.

One day I went to her place.

After a drink she started talking about her husband.

Him beating her up and all that crazy stuff!

She got naked to show me.

I ain't seen many naked women.

But she let me scope her out.

Jesus up top.

The Devil below...

Sure he killed her.

I don't say he meant to. He must've squeezed too hard

then crack!

...carried away in the heat of passion.

It's possible. I know because

after flaunting it she asked me to do the same!

"Be brutal." she says. "Squeeze my throat!"

Real tight!

To make her happy I squeezed... a bit.

She went wild! Rolling her eyes. Squirming and squealing:

Go on! More...! But I couldn't. I was too scared.

She got angry.

Then got dressed.

She said I had sexual problems.

She thought you could help. That's your job.

You really couIdn't strangle her?

I'd have liked to. But no way!

We never tried again. I swear!

I really think she liked me. Despite my sexual problems.

She kept telling me to get help.

I gotta fulfill her last wishes...

There's 1 million missing...

I burned some!

I shouId use the rest for therapy.

It'II pay for sessions.

7 million should buy me a bundle. Huh?

Well?

WilI it do?

Am I ready for therapy?

Yes. You're ready for the couch.

But you can't pay in advance.

You'II have to pay per sesslon.

Go on. Take it back.

No!

Yes.

No! I'II burn it!

Are you really ready for therapy?

Yes.

I want it.

It takes a very long time. You know.

I was afraid you'd go.

Me too. I was afraid you wouldn't come.

I was ready to wait till 2000.

This is for you.

Open it!

May I?

You have artist's hands.

Kiss me.

Wait.

Your hand.

What is it?

The key to the mystery.

Throw it away.

Far away.

Sure?

Subtitles: Gail de Courcy-Ireland