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John?

Please, come in.

John,

come in, please.

John,

please, take a seat.

David?

John?

This doesn't change anything.

It wouldn't be fair,

to either of us.

Sorry, David.

Damn the traffic in this city!

Such a waste of time.

Good morning Kate.

Good morning David.

Doctor Monroe?

Yes.

Mike,

Mike Miller.

Please, take a seat.

You start John.

Don't worry David, in this
room I will be the patient.

No need to behave any differently.

I always thought it's a good thing, that
psychiatrists visit other psychiatrists.

I think it's healthy.

What do you think?

Ok, ok...

I am sorry.

Professional default I guess.

It will not happen again.

I promise.

How's your move going?

It's going well, thanks,

thanks for asking.

You know, new house,

new city,

new friends.

At least we don't have children.

I mean, it makes things easier.

Oh, come on David!

Give me a break, we just
met each other a minute ago.

My wife is a, she's a little better.

She spends the whole day
opening and unpacking boxes.

Compulsively, as if they
were Christmas presents.

You had to have seen her this morning,

like a kid in the middle
of the living room.

Smiling from ear to ear and,

holding her seven-year-old hair dryer.

To be honest,

such excitement, make
me feel a little nervous.

This need to, fix things

and be happy forever.

But well,

I don't think it's the best time for
me to make my thoughts public.

You... talk about fixing things,

as something negative?

Trying to fix things is
not negative in itself.

But before it is,

appropriate to know the size,

and the source of the problem.

Sometimes, it's not enough to
change the tires and the brake pads,

sometimes it's better
to change the whole car.

Is that what you think?

I am not sure.

There is something that scares me.

It scares me that,

one day I'll be driving my shiny,

and totally fixed old car,

and then the engine says,

enough.

And leaves me in some crappy
place in the middle of nowhere.

Because if that happens,
I am going to hate

that damn car with all
of my soul for having me

waste so much time and effort.

But the truth is,

that shiny piece of
junk will not be its fault.

The fault will only be mine,

for letting that happen.

And that,

well,

that's the kind of feeling
that stays with you.

Sorry, David,

damn, the traffic in
this city, it's just horrible.

Such a waste of time.

Good morning Kate.

Good morning David.

You have aged David.

It's what usually happens
to people over time.

Tell me, Kate, where have you been?

Oh, I've been to many places David.

Like?

My husband was offered the job out of
the town and out of the town I've been.

But,

now I am here again.

Did you remember me, David?

What about your husband?

What about Sharon?

What about him?

I just meant... have you
come back here together?

Yes, we have,

together and happy.

Forever.

I remember.

It is normal when you see
someone for two years, twice a week.

What's the problem?

We are supposed to be adults,

and since I was last here, it's been...

Four years?

Come on,

you even are supposed
to be a professional on this.

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes, I remember.

How's Sharon?

I assume that's my chair.

You assume well.

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good timing David.

Should we go again?

Sorry,

I guess I am a little apprehensive.

That's ok Mike.

Why this chair David?

I mean, you are blocking the exit.

If I were sat there,

the closest chair to the door,

and your patients would want to run
away, you might not be able to stop them.

Am I right?

Most times is possible to find
a reason to contradict another.

You don't answer my question.

Then you could say... yes.

You could say or you do say?

So Mike,

why are you here?

I think you know.

Yes, I do.

But I would like to hear from you.

My boss thinks my personal life is
affecting my professional performance.

And it's that what you think?

I think I have to do as I told if I don't
want my professional life to go to shit.

You talk about your personal
life and your professional life,

as two realities, separate from each other.

That's how it should be.

You know what I do David.

Yes...

Do you want me to tell my wife what
did I find in a dumpster two weeks ago?

Well, if you are not sure how
do you expect me to tell my wife,

I found the body of a
one-year-old boy in a dumpster?

The mother said she didn't mean to hurt
him. She just wanted him to stop crying.

So her best option was to
Chuck him out the window.

By the way, dinner was superb sweetheart.

No,

Personal life,

And professional life,

They must be two
completely separate realities.

Delivery!

Oh, I'll be right back.

There you go, sir.

Keep the change.

Thank you, sir.

See you tomorrow sir.

Yes?

David, good news.

Tell me, Sean.

They closed the case.

If you were ever under
suspicion, don't worry. It's over.

David?

Yes, I am here.

But, what happened Sean?

Nothing happened.

Apparently,
someone in the police station

thought he was some kind
of Hollywood superdetective,

But there is no case. It's over.

Sharon committed
suicide. End of the story.

Sorry, David, this
shouldn't have happened.

If you want, we
can still press charges.

No, no. Thank you, Sean.

Anything you need David.

Thank you.

Thank you, David.

Thank you for...

...everything.

I am seeing someone.

Are you seeing another psychiatrist?

I don't think she's more than twenty-five.

Actually, I never asked.

Why?

I don't need to know.

Do you think knowing her
age would be a problem?

Not for me.

For whom then?

Years ago I had a student.

Young,

daughter of another renowned doctor.

She was brilliant.

A bit insecure,

vulnerable.

She definitely had something,

different.

I was working at the university,

one day the girl came into my office,

nothing extraordinary,

the usual questions,

have I chosen well? Is
this really what I want to do?

That sort of thing.

She rarely spoke about her father,

so it took me a little while
to figure out who he was.

Apparently, her father never
forced her to be one of us.

There was simply no other option.

The fact is what started as a weekly visit,

turned into a daily thing.

And what started as a
professional relationship,

ended up being,

well,

being something else.

Of course, no one could know
and we continued with therapy.

But things were going fast and,

people began to talk.

We couldn't continue,
at least not in that way.

She understood.

That night,

she was admitted to a hospital.

Suicide attempt.

I was not allowed to see her.

And the police questioned me.

Rector called me into his office.

My life had...

Gone to shit

but she always denied suicide.

She said it was an accident.

She kept our relationship private.

Only ever expressed gratitude towards me.

A week later she drooped out of college.

Her father came to pick her up.

All this happened over
I suppose six months,

even today I can't say if they
were good or bad moments,

But,

I am glad to have been there.

Next week she turns twenty-five,

but I don't need to know her age anymore.

David?

Are you all right?

Yes, yes. It's nothing.

Too much information to process?

You will admit at least
that I am a generous patient.

Without any doubt.

Are you sure you are ok?

See you next week John.

Hello Anna,

it's me.

I just thought...

Maybe we could...

Have lunch this weekend.

Let me know.

Take care.

David?

David!

Good morning.

This weekend,

has been amazing.

We planned a small tour around,

when suddenly it started to rain.

And when I say rain,

torrents.

That was when we found
a cabin in the woods.

We went inside,

we lit a fire,

we took off, our soaked clothes.

And we went to bed.

Forty-eight hours
without getting out of bed,

like teenagers.

Do you remember what was like David?

He is seeing someone.

Who?

John.

John?

My husband.

It's the first time you
refer to him by name.

And that means?

Has he confirmed it?

My sex life has been reduced to,

to stupid, childish fantasies

in a filthy cabin in the woods.

Of course, if I ever did
have some imagination,

no doubt I lost it long ago.

A cabin in the woods.

But worst of all,

is that of all the men
in the world, of all those

I could have chosen to fuck for
forty-eight hours in a fucking sack,

I chose him.

Pathetic.

Divorce papers.

Of course, the girls
will stay with my wife,

adulterous police officers suspended from
duties are not exactly a great role model.

What happened, Mike?
Why were you suspended?

A year ago I got promoted,

detective sergeant.

I had a great job,

great family,

great life.

They were all lies.

I met her around the same time.

Just a random call.

I've never been unfaithful to my wife.

Not that way, anyway.

I could feel how,

everyday,

I was drifting away.

I could feel how I was,

I was becoming someone else.

And I didn't care.

She was married too.

No children thankfully.

We started talking.

She wanted just to pack our bags and leave.

I wanted to make things right.

Stupid.

There is no way to make these things right.

Things were going bad.

I spoke to my wife.

I explained what was happening to me.

I was honest.

Too honest probably.

Of course, she didn't understand.

We arranged to meet the next day.

I was going to leave my family,

my child,

and I couldn't wipe the
stupid smile on my face.

I was early,

it didn't matter.

I was happy to wait.

I waited.

Lights went off.

She came outside.

She came towards me.

I was scared.

She said she was sorry.

She couldn't do it to her husband.

She asked me to give her some time.

I didn't say anything.

I just sat there.

I woke up in the same place.

Bags still in the back.

I haven't seen her since.

So doc,

divorce papers.

Irrefutable proof,

of my personal failure.

As for my job, it's pretty
nonexistent too now.

But I am here and nothing seems to matter.

What about you doc?

Married?

Children?

Married,

a daughter.

How old?

Twenty-four,

she will be twenty-five next week.

Wow, twenty-five.

Well done doc.

Well done.

David...

David.

David,

Don't you see,

what's been happening?

Those three,

they are playing with you.

They are laughing at you.

Hello David.

This is not happening.

You are still sleeping.

It's not real. It can't be.

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reality is highly overrated David.

You, you are not approaching
the situation properly.

The question you should
be asking yourself is,

why?

Because you need help.

I miss you.

Tell me,

about,

your new patients.

I didn't want to end this way.

You know I always liked it.

When you talked about them.

But at least, we stayed together.

That John,

be careful,

you shouldn't trust him.

How's Anna?

Mike,

what passion,

what a man,

a real Alpha male.

And Kate!

Your favorite patient came back.

I am kidding.

I know your favorite patient was always me.

But that was a long time ago.

You are not Sharon.

She wasn't like that.

She didn't talk like that.

Of course not!

Sharon is dead.

Do you remember?

There is something.

Well,

there is something that I
would like to talk to you about.

It's about my ex-wife.

Carry on, please.

My ex-wife was also one of my patients.

I know what you are thinking.

But don't worry.

I am not a psychiatrist anymore.

At least, I am no longer
practicing as such.

I am no longer a danger to my patients.

I am sure if it's true,

what they say,

that when your time comes,

the images of your life
flash before your eyes.

In my case, the images
will probably stop there.

I am not jealous or a possessive man,

at least, I never was before or after her.

But she was different.

I shouldn't have to
try justify myself, but,

I do.

You know how it is,

at first, everything is perfect and then,

time fucks it all up.

It's like that for everyone,

nobody can change that, right?

Well, it was not like that for me.

I think it's stupid to
try rationalize feelings.

You can't think and feel at the same time.

And it's ok that way.

Perhaps, looking back.

What I saw as a constant,

and deliberate betrayal,

it was just the way things are,

but I wanted more,

I... needed more.

She began to stay away.

At first, I didn't ask,

but I was going crazy.

One day I burst.

"I am seeing as a specialist," she said.

"A specialist?"

"Another psychiatrist."

"What the fuck that means,
you are seeing another psychiatrist?"

"How many psychiatrist
have you already seen?"

"You are sick", she said.

"I am sick? I am not
the whore who fucks all

the psychiatrists she finds along the way"

David,

do you have children?

I don't.

She's the only woman I
ever wanted to have them with.

We tried.

It didn't work.

Tests said it was me.

"Don't worry", she said.

"Relax"

Maybe it was all my fault,

or maybe I was right,

and she really was just a whore.

Hi David.

Do you still smoke David?

No.

I am glad.

I smoked my first
cigarette when I was nine.

Or at least, that was the idea.

My grandmother had a sweet shop,

we sold cigarettes,

it was the only shop in the village.

One day I took a packet,

I remember,

and then I got on my bike, and
I went as far away as possible.

I found a perfect place,

I went behind some bushes,

and I lit one of the cigarettes.

Do you remember
your first cigarette David?

Mine was actually...

Terrible.

I didn't repeat again until I was...

Fifteen.

I was horrible...

Pale, dizzy...

Of course, I couldn't ride
my bike in those conditions so,

I walked back.

And it was getting dark,

"Kate!" I heard.

I paid no attention. I just kept walking.

Again,

"Kate!"

"Is that you?"

I turned around and,

there was my sister.

Smiling and,

accompanied by a boy.

My sister was always smiling and,

accompanied by boys.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Suddenly, I began to vomit.

The boy laughed,

"Don't laugh."

He didn't listen.

My sister took the blame,

She said it was her
who had taken the cigarettes,

That she forced me to have one.

That was a big thing within the family.

Or at least how I experienced it.

On the other hand, my sister managed
once again to get all the attention.

I've spent my life,

jealous of my sister.

In silence.

I often fantasized,

about what my life would
be like if she didn't exist.

The result was always,

positive.

But actually, it wasn't that.

What I fantasized about was,

being her.

So,

I was the one that,

didn't exist.

Did I tell you that she
and John had a relationship?

No.

I don't know if it
was something serious,

I suspect it was,

At least for John
because he never talks about it.

Anyway, this is how I met John.

I can't deny that at first I was happy.

Thinking about how she would react.

But all I got was one of her,

Smiles,

And good words.

She really was happy for me,

And wish me the best.

I hated her for that.

Why?

Did you wait until now to talk about her?

My sister died two months ago.

I passed by the station today.

It's good to see the guys,

And be seen.

People forget quickly.

I spoke to my boss,
about how this is going.

He said I was doing the right thing.

He said if I get my nose clean, I
might be able to get back to work soon.

On the other thing,

I tried to speak with my wife...

Last week you asked me why
I had been suspended, right?

We had this case,

nothing special,

this high-class couple, you know,

nice house,

nice car,

no kids.

Perfect marriage.

They never raise their voice to each other.

All neat and clean.

Bullshit.

Anyway,

One day the wife commits suicide.

Of course, the husband is broken.

So broken that,

He couldn't even speak to us.

Of course, we asked him,

It would be good if we can
speak to him even for a couple of minutes.

The answer was no,

Backed up with
the relevant documentation

certifying the deplorable
mental state of his client.

The autopsy said
she was suffering from,

Some degenerative
disease, I can't remember the name.

Anyway, that explains the suicide.

The strange thing is,

Diagnosis only came a month before.

Surrender like
that in just one month?

And there was the husband's attitude.

Why was he refusing to talk to us at all?

Boos wanted the case closed.

But I did a little
bit of digging on my own.

Turns out it wasn't
such a perfect marriage after all.

His wife was having an affair.

She was going to leave her husband.

I went back to my boss.

He didn't like it. "Close the case."

I couldn't leave it like that.

What if instead of that woman,

it would have been her.

You can't deny the
similarities in the cases,

I started following him,

David,

That guy was guilty.

I went back to my boss.

He said the case was closed.

Not another word about it.

I was so angry.

A call came in.

Domestic violence.

This certainly wasn't a
neighborhood where rich people live.

This woman,

Didn't say anything.

She was calm,

Just kept staring.

Just as if this
was the way it was for her.

Her husband was on the other side of
the street playing with his regular crowd.

Even having a laugh along with them.

I put him in the back of the car.

Half-way to the station I pulled over.

I went out.

I sat in the back.

I remember to be looking at his face.

"What?"

He says.

I started hitting him.

Once,

Twice,

Three times.

I lost count.

At that moment, he
was going to pay for all.

And that was ok.

I got back to the station
and I handed my badge in.

You said you were here to help me.

Why are you doing this to me?

I am doing nothing David,

this is you.

All of this,

it's you.

What's the matter, David?

You do not look well.

Don't worry.

Anyone can have a bad night.

How's Anna David?

And Sharon?

Honey,

are you here already?

I didn't notice you came in.

It was Kate who told me about you David.

In fact,

she was the one who recommended
that I come and see you.

Thank you, honey.

Don't worry David,

I never met your daughter.

I just heard her story and I took it.

Come on David!

I just thought it would
be fun to play a little!

He loves to play.

How's Sharon David?

She's having a bad time David.

Actually, we are both having a bad time.

Too bad.

You know Kate and her sister,

they were never very close.

But Kate loved her,

she loved her a lot.

And right when they
began to be in touch again,

to smooth things over,

this disgrace happens.

This disgrace happens.

I can't just believe that she's gone.

Sharon.

He is having a bad time.

I am sorry honey.

Don't worry,

I am used to seeing how,

everyone loved her more.

But,

thanks to David,

I am learning to accept it.

Thank you, David.

What's...

What's this all about?

Oh, he still wants to keep playing.

Why do you think that
I slept with you, David?

Sorry honey.

Don't worry.

Sharon told me all about you David.

Before her suicide of course.

Even the most intimate details.

Or rather the lack of them.

Sharon was going to leave you, David.

Then, why the hell
would she commit suicide?

That is exactly the question.

That it is.

But you refused to talk
to us every time we tried.

It makes no sense.

No sense at all.

But maybe you can answer us now.

I...

I don't know what you are talking about.

David,

Sharon was a good woman.

You had no right.

No.

Come on David! Let it go.

I don't know what...

Free yourself from the burden.

All of us here loved her David.

You don't have to be ashamed.

We understand your motives.

Go away.

Leave me alone.

Leave?

Where?

David,

we are here,

because you need help.

Sorry, David...

Don't worry, come on in.

Please, take a seat Kate.

Mike,

John,

let me introduce you to Kate.

So David,

what's all this about?

Why are we here Mike?

A lover,

An ex-wife,

A sister.

It seems we all
lost someone recently.

Who knows? It might
even be the same person.

I was married.

Happily.

Especially considering the
things one hears in a place like this.

I had a daughter.

And then I met her.

Sharon was my patient.

She was married too,

but in her case unhappily.

At least, they had no children.

I guess I fell in love.

At first, I refused to accept it,

psychiatrist are experts
in renaming things.

So that's what I did.

But she didn't.

She left her husband.

So I guess it was my turn.

One day I just left home.

I didn't have the
courage to do it in any other way.

I lost my wife and daughter.

But I didn't care.

That incident that happened
later in college with my daughter,

No one thought to blame me.

Sharon and I got married,

And she moved in.

We met exactly six months earlier.

Right here.

For the first time in my life,

I wasn't afraid.

Everything was worth it.

One day she came to me and said
she had slept with someone else.

But that it wasn't serious.

Just sex.

But she liked it.

"Maybe you should do the same."

"Yeah, why not?" I said.

Time passed and the
smile came back on her face.

And she told me
about her affairs with ease.

And I listened with interest.

And then she would
smile and asked me about mine.

I, of course,
told her all about mine.

Or should I say, my patients?

Because they were more
or less precise versions,

of your sexual fantasies.

I came to accept it as part of the deal.

And one day she came
to me and said we needed to talk.

That she met someone,
but this time it was different.

She had fallen in love.

I cried like a baby.

I begged her not to leave me.

The next day the hospital rang.

The doctors were unable
to give a specific diagnosis.

But Sharon didn't want to stay there.

So I brought her home.

I saw this as my second chance.

For four weeks, she was bedridden.

She barely moved or said a word.

I spent every waking hour with her.

I've never been happier in my whole life.

One day I came
home and she was out of bed,

Standing, picking up
a chair. I rushed to help her.

"No!" she said "leave
me, I can do it on my own."

In two weeks,

Everything was back to normal.

Including all my fears.

"We need to talk," she said.

And she smiled,

kissed me on the cheek.

This couldn't be happening again.

No, after I got her back.

I prayed to god, she wouldn't leave me.

Four days later,

the disease reappeared.

I thanked god for that.

It's ok, just a little more.

Once more.

David?

Are you all right?

One,

two,

three weeks,

every day,

the disease progressed.

I began to doubt,

to fear,

what if I was to blame?

No...

But I stayed with her.

I watched over her.

This doesn't change anything.

It wouldn't be fair,

To either of us.

Thank you, David.

Thank you,

for everything.

All my fears disappeared.

For a while at least.

David?

Tell us, John,

How do you remember David?

A troubled man.

A great psychiatrist.

A good person.

Sometimes when I think about all that,

well,

they always say that
suicide is the act of a coward,

but I think in his case it
was an act of courage.

An act of...

Love.

Somehow yes,

I do think his intention was to help,

teach us something.

Anyone would wish to be loved,

as David loved Sharon.

Yes,

my wife and I,

we are trying to adopt a child.

I got back to work and my
wife gave me a second chance.

I'm pregnant.

John.

Wife and daughters.

That's all that matters.

It's a girl,

she will be called...

Helen.

Yes, things are much better now

like my sister.

And yes, without any doubt,

David is the person to thank for that.

Of course, yes.

It seems like the therapy works.

Is there anything
else you would like to say, Kate?

Yes,

there is.

Thank you, David.

Thanks for,

everything.