All language subtitles for (2008) - S03E12 - Adele Week Three (1080p HMAX WEB-DL x265 Silence)

Dad!

Dad. Cease, please.
Those aren't even the words.

DR. PAUL WESTON: What?
I'm practicing for the big show.

Doesn't anybody sing along
anymore?

Okay, did you get the address?

-It's Ludlow near Stanton.
-Great. You got your cap?

-Yeah.
-Got your coat on?

Yeah.

Okay, I got my keys.
I got my wallet.

Okay, let's go.

Dad?

You're sure
you don't have any, uh...

ibuprofen?

I don't. I'm sorry.

Hmm.
What about the other stuff?

No.

-Plain old aspirin?
-I have water.

-Unbelievable.
-Would you like some water?

It's-- it's-- it's--

It's really crazy
when you think about it.

I mean, you're a doctor.

You-- you prescribed me
sleeping pills two weeks ago.

And if I needed morphine,
I know you could get me some.

But you can't give me
two aspirin.

I already said I don't have any.

You still feel I'm denying you.

I'm just-- I'm not up to this
today.

Why do you think
I would do that?

I don't know.

Cruelty, maybe.

Uh, power, control...

youthful clinging to protocol.

My father used to do
the same thing.

If ever I got sick,
or my brother did, he...

He'd never write out
a prescription.

He'd always send us
to the clinic...

for an antibiotic.

Do you get headaches a lot?

Yeah, I do lately.

How often?

Sometimes, three in a week.

That's another
Parkinson's symptom, by the way.

Not all the web sites list it,
but I found five or six that do.

So we've got tremor, rigidity...

frequent headaches...

Loss of sense of smell--
That's-- that's a fun one.

You've been researching online.

I was. Now I'm--

I'm not.

-You mean--
-I mean I'm stopping. I've...

-stopped.
-Why is that?

How about an ice pack?

You wouldn't refuse me
an ice pack, would you?

If you really feel

-you can't continue, we should--
-No, no.

It's okay. I was just kidding.

Sort of.

I'll muster through.

So, where, um--

-Where were we?
-Your research.

Oh yes, the joyful discovery
that headaches

are a symptom of Parkinson's.

That's one possible explanation.

Yeah. Well, I'm gonna ask
the new neurologist.

I'm seeing him on the seventh.

-Could there be others?
-Other neurologists?

-I don't doubt it.
-Other explanations...

for your headaches.

How are things at home with...

Max.

My son's name is Max.

-I remember.
-You do?

I just saw you were,
kind of, searching for it there.

No, I wasn't.

So, how are things at home?

Do you remember I told you
about my teenage patient,

the, uh, the adopted one?

-Jesse.
-Yeah.

Well, he showed up
with a black eye this week.

Seems he got into a big fight,
suspended from school.

Why do you bring him up?

Because I've been worried
about him.

I-- I don't see
what the problem is.

-I-- I--
-I asked how things were at home

and you moved on
to your teenage patient.

You asked me
if there were other reasons

why I've been suffering
from headaches.

You sit with Jesse

and you'll know
he's a valid answer.

I've been concerned
about his treatment.

I'm just not certain anymore
that I'm the right person

to help him.

Truth is, he might be better off
if he were seeing you instead--

Seeing anyone else, really.

I actually came here today to...

-ask your opinion.
-Earlier,

you said you came back
because of Max.

-Earlier as in--
-Last week.

-Oh.
-You said he was your reason

for returning to therapy.

You said you wanted to discuss

how best to tell him
about your illness.

You know...

You seem upset.

Have you been reading
Gina's book?

-I'm sorry?
-Gina's book.

Her critically acclaimed
deeply deluded work of fiction.

I told you
that's her big theory,

that I invested in my patients

at the expense
of real relationships.

I remember it upset you

she gave a character
these shortcomings.

Oh yeah, it upset me.
Do you know why?

Because it's horseshit.

You know, I can worry
about my patients

and still be there for my son.

I'm-- I'm--

You know, I'm perfectly capable
of doing two things at once.

In fact, I was just out
with Max...

last night
to see his favorite band.

-How was that?
-It was fine.

It was loud.

It, you know, was--

What was it? I mean,
every time I bring up Max,

-you seem to--
-Christ, I'm not trying to avoid

your questions about Max,
I promise you that.

And the connection with Jesse
will make sense

if you'd just let me get to it.

Of course. Please.

Okay...

Two days ago,
Jesse brings his mother in.

-His...
-Adoptive mother.

He's trying to get me
to tell her

about his birth mother's
phone call.

Of course, I didn't want
to do that. So...

Jesse finally blurts out
the news himself.

His mother flees
the room immediately.

Then Jesse accuses me
of taking her side.

-Do you think that's--
-He's right.

I didn't realize it at the time,
but...

You-- you see what's going on
here, I'm sure. It's--

Perfectly obvious
what's-- what's at play.

-I'm not certain I--
-Okay.

Here's this woman.
She's sitting across from me.

Her son is struggling.

She's spent years
raising this kid.

Feeding him, clothing him.

Trying to do the best
she can to...

you know, connect with him.

Then in comes this other person,
swoops in.

Trying to claim him as her own.
Of course...

I-- I felt for her.

You know? How-- how could I not?

You're talking
about Kate's fiancé.

-Steve.
-You feel he's...

swooping in?

-Trying to claim your children.
-He's done his best.

So clearly, I'm less
than objective here.

My question for you is...

can I still treat Jesse
effectively?

You're asking my...

advice...

-about your practice?
-I'm asking your opinion.

I'm asking you whether you think
I've lost my objectivity.

All right?

I mean, you must have
some opinion.

What, are you so appalled
by my admission

that you're not even
going to address it?

I think the question
you're asking...

is one you might ask
a supervisor.

And what-- what does that mean?

You're asking me to step outside
my role as your therapist.

-I know with Gina this was--
-Oh! We're back to Gina again.

May I finish?

Sure, go ahead.

I know this was common
practice with Gina.

I'm not Gina.

You say you're finding it hard
to be objective with Jesse.

You know this has a lot to do
with your feelings

about Max and Steve.

You point this out.

You make the connection.

But then you'd rather
not look at it.

Maybe you can tell me
some more about Steve.

I-- I don't know what exactly
there is to say about him

except he's made
my son miserable.

-Has Max told you that?
-In his own words.

-Which were what?
-That the guy's a total putz.

He's a warlock, a republican.
Should I-- should I keep going?

If you like.

As soon as he bought
Kate her ring,

the warlock decided
they should move

into his castle.
Oh, he's-- he's an architect.

And very proud
of this modern monstrosity

that he built
in Aberdeen, Maryland.

So, he announces
they're all gonna live there,

starting immediately.

Even though Aberdeen
is 40 minutes outside the city

and an hour's bus ride
from Max's school

and the few friends that he has.

And Max isn't happy
with this arrangement?

He traveled 200 miles alone
on the train to prove it.

And how have things been
since he got here?

Last week, I signed Max up
for school.

I-- I told you-- A decent place
around the corner.

It's the third highest
test scores in Brooklyn.

But Kate and the Republican,
they don't approve.

So, she calls me twice a day
to say that he's gonna pay

for poly prep, which is a mere
30 grand a year.

And last time, she lets it drop
that he's prepared

to cover college.

This feels threatening?

Oh, I guess
I should be relieved,

let him support my kids
for life

and I'll just retire tomorrow.

-Do you want to retire?
-Sometimes.

You know, I've been trying
to talk to you

about how poor a job
I might be doing, whether I'm...

failing...

certain patients but you're,
kind of, making it clear

that you don't want
to discuss that.

I wonder if you feel you may be
failing your son, too.

Steve's presence obviously
has affected your relationship.

Can you tell me what disturbs
you most about--

Apart from the fact
that he's trying to buy

my son's love?

That he thinks he knows better
what's right for my kid?

It shouldn't be too hard
to grasp what my problem is

with Jesse. Why I don't know
if I can treat him.

'Cause I see him obsessed...

with this new parent figure...

rejecting the people
who raised him.

But Max hasn't rejected you.

He chose to live with you.

He hasn't withdrawn.
He's come closer.

Well, geographically closer,
yes.

He still feels distant?

Nothing's changed this week?

He's still the same.

Drawing, sleeping, monosyllabic.

He was out of school
for a couple days with a...

cold.

It's not that.

It bothers you deeply
to see him unhappy.

You said you took him out
last night. How was he then?

Do you know Animal Collective?

I'm gonna assume that's a band.

Max told me last month
that he'd missed them

when they played in Baltimore

because of his mother
and Steve's engagement party.

So, I saw that they were playing
here and I got tickets.

It was the craziest scene.
Four hundred hyper-charged kids

and a few traumatized parents.

All the other kids
were going berserk,

rushing the edge of the stage,
crushed together,

-screaming frantically.
-And Max?

Max stayed...

pinned to my side.

He went closer when
I prodded him, but...

-What?
-You know, he kept coming back

to check on me. So, I'd send him
off again and he...

He'd go stand at the edge
of things,

against the side wall,
with his hood on. It was...

It was just hard
for me to watch him.

This is his favorite band?

Yeah.

You say it was hard for you
to watch him.

-Can you tell me why?
-Because I'm his father.

-Yes.
-He's my son.

You-- you're asking me
why it was hard for me

to see him unhappy.

Clearly, you haven't had kids.

I'm asking if you can describe
in more detail

what it felt like to watch him.

You said he kept coming back
to check on you.

Why do you think that is?

I was deafened by the noise.
And I...

I couldn't help wondering
how Sunil--

What he would make of all this.

-Sunil? Your patient?
-Right.

Why do you bring him up?

I-- I kept seeing the whole
thing through his eyes.

The assault of it, the frenzy.
It was so...

So extreme, so--

So American.

I know exactly how he feels.

Why he locks himself off
in that room.

And you think Max
somehow picked up on this?

That's why he kept coming back
to check on you?

Surely,
you weren't the only parent

standing uncomfortably
in the back.

I-- I guess I'm not so...

clear why Max
would be so concerned.

Are you all right?

Paul.

I--

I made a terrible mistake.

Tell me.

I let Max use my computer
before we left

to find the directions
to the concert and I--

I didn't realize
I hadn't cleared

the searches from the list
from the...

the history.

So, I walk into the room
and he's...

scrolling through this list
of searches.

Hundreds of them,
Parkinson's institute,

Parkinson's disease foundation.

I know all of them by heart.

And...

-What?
-I-- I just--

I just knew from his face...

exactly what he'd seen and he...

asked me...

...if I was sick.

-What did you say?
-I said no.

I said it--
That-- that wasn't about me.

I was-- I was researching
for-- for a patient.

But Max is--

He's exceptionally bright.

It's never been easy
to lie to him.

His sister is seven years older,

and he told her
there was no tooth fairy.

Did you consider telling him
the truth?

I was just in shock.

And, uh...

he was just looking at me
with his...

with his big eyes
and I-- I thought...

"He's scared.

Get through the moment,
get out the door,

see the concert.
You can ruin his life later.

Not like this though,
not right now." I mean...

It's fucking crazy.

All this time, I'm consumed
with how best to break it,

and then to have it happen
like this...

in--

In the worst possible way.

Was that the entire
conversation?

Pretty much.

We got home. I put him to bed.
And...

I went to my computer
and I just erased

the whole history.

Then...

I had a drink.

And then...

I had a few more.

And then I went to sleep.

And I didn't wake up
till Max called me for school.

So... there.

There's your other explanation
for my now splitting headache.

It is worse, having told me?

I shouldn't have had
those drinks. I know that.

I don't drink alone.

After the night that I had...

You said you went to bed
after your drinks

and slept till morning.

-That's right.
-You didn't wake up?

-Did you have your dream?
-I-- I-- I-- I don't know.

I may have. I...

I don't remember, really.

Am I right
that this is the first time

you were able to sleep well
in months?

Well, I guess I've got
the whisky to thank for that.

I'm wondering
if there's another reason

you were able to sleep well...

quite apart from the alcohol.

Why do I have the feeling
that I'm not gonna like this?

You mentioned
that in the morning,

-it was Max who woke you up.
-Mm-hmm.

Does he usually wake you up or--

It was late.
I was-- I was sleeping.

I understand.

-What I'm ask--
-He was late for school.

I was sleeping. I-- I--

You know, I don't know
what you're getting at.

-What I'm try--
-It isn't relevant.

It isn't meaningful.
It was just a hangover.

You're speaking very loudly.

Sorry.

Are you suggesting that I left
my internet history up

on purpose, for Max to discover?

I think it can be a dead end
to try

to ascribe intentionality.

-So, let's just--
-Oh Jesus, come on.

Listen to you.
You sound like a textbook--

"When patient tries
to ascribe"...

to--

Damn it.

Damn it.

Are you all right?

No.

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

Let's talk about the effects
Max's discovery has had on you.

The scene you described to me.

Max coming to check
on you at the concert,

getting you up in the morning.

Does that dynamic
seem familiar to you?

A child caring for a parent.

When, you said, your own mother
wasn't well...

you had to take care of her
when you were young.

And now, here's Max
taking care of you.

Can you tell me
what you're thinking?

Honestly?

Please.

I wish I could tell you
to go fuck yourself.

What's stopping you?

I don't know
what you must think of me.

What must I think of you?

I'm subjecting my son
to the same misery

I went through.
Not only that but I--

I'm getting some kind of...

comfort from it.

Sleeping like a baby
through the night. I mean...

I don't know how you can stand
to look at me.

When I look at you...

I see a father
profoundly concerned

for his son.

Fuck, fuck it. Fuck.

I've got to meet Max
in 20 minutes.

I have to take him
to Penn station

for a 6:50 train.

He's spending the weekend
with Kate and Steve.

I don't know if I can face him.

What frightens you?

That he's... gonna look up at me
and...

pretend.

Just pretend
that everything is-- is fine...

when the truth is that...

he's worrying that I'm dying.

He'll be thinking...

if I'm unfit to be his father.

Are you unfit to be his father?

I think you've been working
very hard to prove you're unfit.

To yourself,
to your neurologist, to Max...

to me.

-How to you?
-Since you came in today,

you've tried to get me
to take care of you.

You've asked me for painkillers.

You even imagined
I'd give you morphine.

You asked for help
with one of your patients.

Even suggesting I would do
a better job with one of them...

despite the fact as...

you are very fond
of pointing out,

you have 20 years
of clinical experience over me.

I think I'm beginning
to understand

how the dynamic between you
and Gina developed.

How she came to play
so many roles in your life.

Supervisor, mentor, therapist.

Mother.

How was it you say
she presented you in the novel?

Needy, childish?

Poor husband, deficient father?

Is it possible...

that you convinced her
that you...

were in fact, incapable?

That you've convinced yourself?

Why would I do that?

Why would I do that?

You said Max's train's at 6:50?

Yeah, I should, uh--

I should go get him.

Paul...

we'll talk next week.

Yeah.