All language subtitles for (2008) - S03E20 - Adele Week Five (1080p HMAX WEB-DL x265 Silence)

DR. PAUL WESTON: It doesn't look
like a Habitrail.

Rosie said that you thought
it looked like a Habitrail.

Yeah.

I know. I just, um...

Yeah, it's like the only thing

I could come up with
at the time.

It's more like an Erector set.

Yeah-- I don't think well
on the spot.

Neither do I sometimes.

But it looks like
a really cool place to live.

Is that Steve's studio
back there?

Yeah, he converted the garage,
and, like, totally rebuilt it

and then... built another garage
around back.

-I see.
-You can fit, like,

a whole fleet
of monster trucks in there.

He only drives a Prius.

He thinks
about the environment...

-That's good.
-...but, like,

from a positive angle.

That's-- that's great.

That's-- that's something
Steve and I have in common.

That and... and you.

We-- we both think about you
from-- from a positive angle.

In fact, from what your mom
tells me, we both love you.

Max, I just wanted
to say that it's okay for...

for Steve to love you.

And I'm-- I'm happy
that he does.

And it's-- it's okay for you
to-- to love him back.

What are you gonna do

when you're all alone
in Brooklyn?

I'm not gonna be
all alone in Brooklyn.

Wait. Do you know Jared?

The fat kid in my class?

-With the mustache?
-You know, he started growing--

Yeah, he's already growing
a mustache.

His parents are getting
a divorce.

And his dad, like, reads a lot.

And from what Jared tells me,

he will not watch a movie
without subtitles.

-Hmm.
-So you could call him.

You guys could go see
a documentary.

That's a really...

that's a really nice idea.

The most important thing
for you to remember

is that you don't have
to worry about me.

I'm-- I'm gonna be
just-- just fine, really.

-How will I know?
-I'm gonna--

'cause I'm gonna call you
all the time, non-stop.

I'm gonna be calling you
so much, you're gonna say,

"Dad, please stop calling me."

And we've got that week
together in January,

when... Steve and your mom
go on their honeymoon.

In the meantime,
I want you to promise

that you're not gonna
worry about me.

You promise me?

-I promise.
-Okay.

-You ready?
-Yeah.

Let's go.

Hi there.

Oh, hi.

Hey, Max.

Steve.

Paul. Paul Weston.

Kate should be back
any minute.

Will you come in
for a cup of coffee?

Oh, that's, uh,
that's kind of you,

but, um, I need to beat
the traffic back.

Yeah.

So, I'll, uh,
I'll call you later, okay?

Knock the rock.
Explode the rock.

I love you.

Oh, shit.

-I forgot.
-Thanks.

-Yeah.
-Drive safe.

Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.

Come out back. Got something
I want to show you.

I'm sorry.

-More traffic?
-I'm sorry.

Yeah, it got even worse after
I called from the turnpike.

Just into Chinatown...

completely stalled out.
I started thinking, "This is it.

This is how I'm gonna spend
the rest of my life,

on Canal Street."

The, uh,
the parking was awful too.

Another headache?

Well, I figured I'd keep this
in your medicine cabinet.

Then I can help myself
when necessary, if I can...

open this.

Okay, that's it.

So what do we have left?
Half a session?

If that.

You've had a big day.

I got in the car
and, uh, drove back.

Traffic started immediately.

I started to sweat. I thought
I was having a heart attack.

The last time you were here,

you hadn't been able
to talk to Max about...

-your health, Steve and--
-I talked to him.

What made you finally decide to?

You did.

At least in-- in-- in part.

It took me till last night,
but I finally, thanks to you...

forced myself to talk to him.

And?

It was clear right away
that this was

what he really wanted.

And that he'd only come
to stay with me

because he'd been worried
about me and that...

really he ought to be there.

-In Maryland?
-Yeah, it was the only option.

Yeah... as painful as it was

to realize that.

The two of you spoke
just last night?

The whole thing
just happened so fast.

You know, I-- I guess I felt

that he'd been up here a month
and...

I just wanted to get him home
for his sake. And also to...

-What?
-...get it over with.

He asked me inside...

for coffee.

-You mean...
-Steve.

Kate, Kate wasn't there.

You know, he-- he seemed--

he seemed, you know, okay.

All American, you know,
a big smile, a strong handshake.

He looked, you know, like...

-Dad. Hmm.
-Unlike you?

Did you go in?

I--

I couldn't.

I just had to get out of there.

It made it
easier in some ways, you know,

his glaring decency,
his ease with Max.

And yet in other ways,

I can imagine
that was very difficult to see.

Uh, I think maybe it was
the hardest thing

I've ever had to do, you know.

Walk away from that house
leaving...

leaving Max behind with--
with him.

But after our session last week
I-- I saw that--

I saw that you were right,

that I didn't have a choice.

That I had to face the truth.

Will you tell me about
your talk, how you got yourself

to face the truth?

We were making pancakes, late.

And I-- I was just beginning
to get into it, you know,

trying to find the right words.

and-- and the doorbell rings.
And it's Jesse.

What time was this?

I-- I don't know.
About-- about 10:30 maybe.

And you let him in?

-I-- I had to.
-Okay.

He'd been to visit
his birth parents

and they fucking rejected him.
I--

Uh, the kid was devastated.

Did it feel easier for you
to deal with Jesse's problems

in your office than the ones
with Max at home?

If you'd seen
what Jesse looked like,

you would have let him in too.

So I said to Max, "Okay, look,
we'll talk about this later.

This is an emergency.
I have to deal with it.

We'll-- we'll make the pancakes
for breakfast."

Then I went in.
I spoke to Jesse.

Fifteen minutes later
the smoke alarm goes off.

I'm sorry?

He'd tried to make
the pancakes himself

and the pan went on fire.

So, I put the flames out
and I realized...

that I had to talk to my son.

I-- I--
I couldn't wait any longer.

You just told me you were
determined to do it anyway.

The point is that I did it.

Once Max set the stove on fire,
once you left Jesse.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

I'm telling you
about this traumatic event

where I finally faced up
to something that is...

extremely painful with my son.

Maybe the lowest moment
of my life,

which you have encouraged me
to tackle,

which took all the strength
that I had.

And all you can do is

focus on a mistake
that you think I made.

That I, God forbid, tried
to help a troubled patient?

I do see how wrenching
this was for you.

-Do you?
-I do.

And at the same time,
since you've walked in,

I've been fully aware
of your clear need

for me to grasp
and acknowledge your pain.

But, you-- you are my therapist.

Yes.

And I do happen to be in...

-in pain.
-I know that. I see that.

You even brought in a prop
to demonstrate

in case I missed it.

Well, I do also have
a fucking headache.

I believe you.

But the more clearly I see
the pain you're in,

the greater the chance I'll see

what you've done
as courageous and heroic,

and less of a chance
that I'd question

-or criticize any part of it.
-Well...

go ahead and-- and--
and criticize, if that's...

if that's what you feel
the need to do.

I do find I have some questions

regarding your decision
about Max.

-Mm-hmm.
-What made it so urgent

-for you to finally bring him--
-Can I say something?

All right.

You say that I seem
to be looking

for a-- a certain response
from you,

that I'm invested
in your reaction. But...

you're avoiding
any acknowledgement

of why that might be.

I'm, uh, I'm not sure
I'm following.

I think you're dancing
around the obvious reason

you might think that.

I would have thought
you'd see the value

in addressing it directly.

What's the obvious reason?

You really need me to say it?

I'd like to hear what you think.

What, we both know
as therapists that--

that's the meat
of-- of all this anyway--

not my day to day struggles,
no matter how torturous,

but what's actually
happening right here,

what's going on
in the room. I just--

I don't know. I-- I--
I find it strange that...

I find it strange
that you haven't mentioned

what happened last week.

From your point of view,

what happened
at the end of last week?

You don't remember?

I remember our session
quite well.

So why the delicate evasion,
the muted suggestion?

You're talking about your...
pronouncement

of your feelings for me?

Have you been hurt
by the fact that...

I haven't brought up
what we discussed last week?

I was just surprised
that you hadn't mentioned it.

The-- the-- the truth is

that this hasn't been foremost
on-- on my mind.

-Okay.
-Because

for most of the week I've been
concentrated on my son.

I mean,

you-- you weren't even
on my radar.

And...

I thought those thoughts
had disappeared.

But they hadn't?

They came back somewhere in...

Delaware.

I was sitting in my car,
uh, just...

thinking about my--
my-- my life, my kids and...

plus everything
that awaited me

when I got back here. Wendy...

my work, the next neurologist.

-What?
-And...

I just realized
that the only person...

I wanted to see

when I got back
to New York, was...

was you.

I'm supposed to meet Wendy
at my place for dinner.

And all I could think was,
"I-- I-- I can't do it."

Telling her
what I went through today,

telling her what it was like
to say goodbye to my son--

I just-- I couldn't imagine it.

But I knew
that you would understand.

Last week you spoke
about these feelings

as ridiculous,
a kind of comeuppance.

It's true that I've... seen
this kind of thing before.

I'm familiar with the dynamic
of transference. And...

and yet I-- I-- I can't help
but think that...

maybe this is...

something more.

I don't know. I just can't shake
the thought that...

somehow...

someplace else...

we might--

we might be able to help
each other, That we might--

that we might make
each other happy.

"We might...
make each other happy."

-How do you imagine--
-Look, I-- I know it's...

impossible, of course...

that you and I could, uh,
could never be together.

-Impossible that we could never?
-Impossible that we could ever--

There's--
there's no way it could happen.

I... I should have
kept my mouth shut.

This impossibility,

your certainty
that a relationship between us

could never happen.

I'm wondering if in part

that's what allows you
to contemplate it.

I mean, does it feel safer
within the confines

of a therapist's office,
yours or mine,

to allow yourself to engage in--

to imagine
a personal relationship?

Safer?

I don't know about you,
but I'm...

not feeling particularly...
safe right now.

When you think about us
making each other happy...

what comes to mind?
What do you imagine?

I--

I don't know. I-- I--

Tell me what you're thinking.

I suppose I-- I--
I just sense that...

that you and I...

well...

I-- I imagine us having dinner
at the end of a day of work,

you know,
having a glass of wine...

talking about our minor triumphs
with patients,

helping each other
to sort through...

difficult cases.

Anything else? Are there
other things you imagine,

other romantic situations
you might--

It's, uh, it's not so crazy,
is it really to--

to imagine sharing ideas,
advice,

encouragement with somebody
who's...

engaged in the same kind
of work as a profession,

seen the same challenges?

-No, it's not crazy.
-No.

You know, for instance,
I-- I've been wanting

to talk to you about Sunil.

I'm a little bit,
I don't know, kind of...

I've been thinking about
my last session with him.

And I'm-- I'm not quite sure
what to make of it, you know?

This is the kind of conversation
you might imagine we would have

if we were involved
in some sort of relationship?

Look, I've told you about
Sunil's anger, his--

the deep rage that he has

toward his--
his daughter-in-law.

Yes, you did tell me,
but because we're

-just about out of time--
-And this week

he told me this extremely
vivid dream that he had

where he imagined that he was
defending his grandchildren

against this woman
who was walking towards them,

and he was trying to strike her.

And when I pressed him
about this,

he suddenly started
to scream in Bengali.

And obviously I didn't know
what he was saying,

but then afterwards he said,

"A man can
only be pushed so far."

It was just-- I-- I mean,

do you think that
I should be worried about--

I really couldn't answer that.

I sit across from him
and my gut instinct,

you know, as a--
as a professional is that he--

he is-- he is a gentle man.

But then he uses this kind
of alarming language

like "smother" and "strike"
and...

What do you think? Am I--
am I-- am I wrong

to con-- consider
that he could become violent?

I honestly don't know.
I never met Sunil.

And I haven't heard the dream
in any real detail.

Well, I-- I can fill you in
on the--

I'm afraid you can't, actually.

But we could schedule
another appointment,

continue this next week.

I... I-- I don't need
another appointment.

Well, there's a lot
that came up today

-and there's not much time--
-It's the end of the day.

It's Friday. And I-- I know
that I'm your last patient.

How do you know
you're my last patient?

Because I stood outside
last week

and I-- I--
I looked at the building

and nobody came in or out,
including you, for an hour.

Well, um...

we can talk about
what you were thinking

while you were standing
outside my building next week.

All I need is a minute or two

to-- to address this issue
of Sunil which is

-his outburst was pretty ex--
-If we had two more minutes,

this is what
you'd like to discuss?

Your patient's outburst,
not the fact that you stood

-outside my building for over--
-Yes, the depth of his anger,

his intensity-- I need to know
for my sake

-if you--
-If you're concerned about that,

you know very well
what you're supposed to do.

-I'm asking you to help me...
-You have--

...figure out
whether I should be--

You have a duty
to notify the authorities

or warn the potential victim.
You know that already.

Now it's 5:53.

-We really need to stop.
-5:53?

5:53.

How would 10:00 a.m.
Monday morning work for you?

I-- I-- I can't do it.
I have a patient.

All right, uh,
how about Wednesday at one?

I'm seeing a neurologist.

And then I-- I-- I've got
a three o'clock,

a four o' clock,
a five o' clock.

I actually have--
have a practice

where I routinely go five
or ten minutes

over if necessary.

You're seeing
another neurologist?

-Yes, I am.
-About the Parkinson's?

I-- why-- I don't understand,
why you can't be

just a little bit more flexible.

I mean, think about it,
I've just lived through

one of the worst moments
of my life,

I've got a patient
who potentially could hurt

-somebody and--
-Again, if you believe that--

and we've only had
a half an hour session--

We've only had half a session--

Because I left my kid
in Baltimore.

-The traffic was insane and--
-Paul.

Why are you so fucking rigid?

You've got an enormous amount
going on right now.

And I would really like

to help you see
your way through.

But whenever I dare ask you
to look at yourself

or your patterns of behavior,

you get angry, you raise
your voice, you get impatient

and I think deeply afraid.

You do anything you can
to push our relationship

past its prescribed time
and purpose.

You ask me to be your colleague,

your supervisor,
your life partner,

anything except
for what you came to me for,

to be your therapist,

to get me to challenge you
to look at yourself.

I don't think you realize

just how paralyzed
you've become.

It took you weeks to speak
to your son...

and only after a real crisis
forced you to do it.

You have an inability
to act decisively

with one of your patients
despite the fact that you say

you're genuinely concerned
for him.

You have doubts about
your current relationship

which you've done nothing about.

And you've convinced yourself
you have a debilitating disease.

Despite medical opinions
to the contrary.

Now, I would really like

to help you see
your way through,

but I cannot do it alone
and I will not do it past 5:50.

Now, I really urge you
to come see me twice next week.

I'm-- I'm unable to do that.

All right then.

For now, we need to stop.

Are you so paralyzed
you're unable to stand up?

I'm standing.

And I'm leaving.

Your pills.