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Dr. Harriston? It's Stein again.

I know I shouldn't call you.

That sigh yesterday,

that very long sigh
in the middle of my session...

Why?

Why did you say goodbye so loudly
when I paid you on the way out,

as if I were already very far away?

I lied to you, Dr. Harriston.

Every Thursday
without exception for months,

my mother took me with her.

I must have been
about five years old.

We'd take Highway 34
just north of Salt Lake City

to the Paradise Motel.

She'd then stop in front
of a window and leave me

on the back seat
of the 1955 station wagon.

Your goodbye
echoed throughout the building.

Why so loud? Was it on purpose,

so I'd stop? Likely.

You do everything on purpose,
even sighing.

I'm scared.

Scared of coming, scared of not.

I can't stand lying
on your couch anymore.

I really can't.

I don't understand how you
still manage to stand me.

Dr. Harriston, since my last session,

I have read your book,
it's brilliant. I stopped dreaming.

The last time I had a dream
was just before this last session.

I dreamed of your fiancée. It was
more like a nightmare, actually.

I heard you're going to marry
Lizbeth Honeywell.

She's not bad, a bit too tall for me,

but I like tall women, especially
skinny, sarcastic ones.

I held her tight and kissed her
and she sang

Campton Smockton,
we all hate Campton.

So I ran away.

I can't take it anymore, I need you.

Herald Tribune?

I'd like to place a classified ad in
the Paris edition of the newspaper,

for an exchange.

Yes.

Yes.

For an apartment. Yes, in Paris.

That's it, an exchange. Yes.

Béatrice!

Béatrice!

Béatrice!

Béatrice!

Béatrice!

Béatrice? Béatrice!

Béatrice, answer me!

Béatrice!

"Partly cloudy, a chance of rain.

"New York-Paris
offers apartment exchange,

"very well located.

"You will have to take care
of the plants

"and a three-year-old dog."

A COUCH IN NEW YORK

This bridge gives me the blues.

That's too bad, I love it!

Good for you.

What do you love?

Cable TV,

cigarettes and pijanstvo.

What does pijanstvo mean?

Alcohol, beer.

Etcetera.

So pijanstvo means
cable TV and cigarettes?

Is that all?

Hanging out by myself at home
in my old slippers, you see?

I see nothing but this sky.

I love the New York sky!

The sky is the same
as everywhere else.

You know that's not true.

-You must be Miss Saulnier?
-Yes.

Dr. Harriston told me
you were coming.

-Thank you.
-Of course.

Thank you, that's very kind.

Be careful here, Miss.

-OK?
-Alright.

-Bye.
-Bye bye!

My suitcase!

-It's here, Miss Saulnier.
-Thank you.

It's impressive, don't you think?

Indeed, Miss Saulnier.

-A little bit dark.
-A little dark, indeed.

It's on the 18th floor?

I told Anne it was on the 16th.

It's apartment 18E.

You got a friend in New York?

Yes, my best friend.

Anne. She's a very good dancer,

and she's very smart.

You're a dancer?
I should have guessed.

-I've always loved dancers.
-Is that so?

Why is that?

Why?

I don't know.

I really don't.

Maybe it's because...

No, I have no idea.
I don't know you well enough.

What a magnificent elevator!

Indeed, it's just been remodeled.

I heard that elevators
are very rare in France,

-like bathrooms.
-Did you?

-That's Edgard.
-Edgard?

Edgard, the dog. He sleeps a lot.

Edgard. No wonder,

the poor thing
has the most boring name.

Is he sick?

No.

It's probably his character.

Just like you, you like dancers.

The code doesn't work anymore.

You have to go
to the bakery next door.

-Ah?
-Yes.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome, sir.

-Thank you, bye.
-Bye.

Hello.

-Is it for the code?
-Yes.

Adèle.

Darn it.

Who's this guy? Is he moving in?

It's so peaceful.

Everything at my convenience,
Mr. Harriston.

Would you...

Would you be kind enough to shut up?

Béatrice, my love, where are you?

I dreamed of you last night.
You were in my arms.

You said: "Yes, yes, yes, yes."

So fresh...

Really intoxicating.

Dr. Harriston, you don't even have
a message on your answering machine.

It's Campton, I'm screwed,
completely screwed.

You lost 50 pounds today, Henry.

"Mix one third of white rice...

"Intestinal disorders."

Again, it's your temperament,
my poor Edgard.

Fine, I'll mix it.

"Dr. Harriston.

"Sorry for the mess,

"the cleaning lady will come by
around five o'clock.

"I left in a hurry,

"I have so many things to do
at the last minute.

"PS: don't be disappointed,

"I would hate for you to be.

"Béatrice."

-This dance class is awesome.
-I told you so.

Anne, it's so good to see you again!

I feel so good in this city!

Really?
There are cockroaches everywhere.

I don't know anyone here but you.

-Well, see you Thursday?
-Yes.

Sure I won't bother you?

Not at all, the apartment is huge.

-Huge?
-Yes, huge

and so quiet.
You can hear yourself think.

-What's wrong, Jérôme?
-Shut up, Tom.

Are you in a bad mood?

We broke up.

I'd like to reserve a seat

for the concert on the 16th.

In the name of Harriston.

Yes, I'll hold.

"You're not serious when you're 17.

"One evening,

"no need for beers and lemonade..."

What does that mean?

Need...

An untranslatable noise.

Lemonade, that's lemonade.

"Dear Béatrice..."

Johnny was hiding behind the
curtains, eyes straight at me.

I could see him just
on the other side of the glass,

my child, my son.

I could see his eyes, his mouth.

He's starting to lose his baby teeth.

His little hand
clenched on the curtain,

then a shadow passed behind him.

And the curtain came down

and he disappeared.

I felt like such an idiot,
standing there

with this Power Ranger
costume I had bought.

I didn't dare ring the doorbell.

I wanted to disappear.

It was raining,
I was stuck, stuck in place.

Then a neighbor came and said:

"Mr. Campton,
don't stand there, it's raining."

I said: "I can see that,
for goodness sake,

"It's raining cats and dogs!

"It's good for the plants!"

She said: "Yes, that's right."

Then she said something
about acid rain

and I was staring at that damn window
with all my might, thinking:

"It's going to open, it has to,
and Johnny will reappear,

"he's going to bang his fists and
yell "daddy" or something."

And I'd be able to hug him and hold
him tight and say something to him.

"My child, my son...

"How's school?"

A father says this to his son.

"How's school?" Right?

Yes, I think so.
I don't have any children.

Did Johnny come back?

-No.
-How could it be?

Who are you?

I forgot, you're his replacement
during his vacation.

He's on vacation, OK?

-Yes, but I'm not...
-She didn't let me.

She said: "Don't squeeze so hard.
You want to strangle him?

"He's just a kid, leave him alone."

She keeps saying that, she doesn't
want me to see him anymore.

She said I hurt him.

"Campton Smockton,
we all hate Campton."

You can smell a man you don't want
to see anymore a mile away.

A man alone like a dog.

I don't smell anything at all.

On the contrary, your cologne
is Vetiver, right?

It's not cologne, it's deodorant.

It smells good!

Is it Lanvin? Or Guerlain?

I don't know.

I forgot the name.

That pisses me off!
I just know it's very expensive!

It smells good for a deodorant.

Does it?

But how can you be 100% sure
that you don't smell a dog?

When my wife was still with me,

she always said:

"You smell so good."

"I love you, how about you?"

How about you?

"You said no with unbelievable

"candor.

"Unbelievable candor.

"It's like a fever, a cataclysm.

"You haunt me. Your words

"are chasing me, your eyes obsess me.

"I don't sleep anymore, I don't
eat anymore. What about you?

"What about you?

"Bruno."

I wonder what Miss Saulnier
is doing to all these men.

"You said 'Julien', then nothing.

"I said 'you're beautiful,'
you said 'stop,

"I said 'you're soft',

"you said 'not always',

"I said 'why?',

"you said 'I don't know'.

"I said 'I love you',

"you said 'don't say that."

Don't say that...

"I'm warning you,

"Béatrice, I'm not a calm guy

"like all the others
who are chasing you,

"I'm a violent, crazy person,
and I've had enough,

"more than enough

"of you, of your laughter,

"of your smell, of your sweat,

"of being on your roof.

"I want you to love me,

"and you will love me,

"or I'll kill you

"or I'll kill myself or both.

"Jérôme."

See you Tuesday, 5 o'clock, as usual.

But I...

I...

Yes, yes, of course.

Here, Miss...?

Béatrice. Béatrice Saulnier.

I see. Do you prefer checks?

Dr. Harriston is from
the French school.

He's pumping cash, real cash.
You know, the smell of money.

Money is money.

I expect...

I kill you...

Béatrice, my love, it's Julien.

I can't take it anymore.
I can't, answer, I beg you.

I beg you.

Béatrice, it's Daniel, pick up
the phone! Answer! Answer! Answer!

Answer! Answer! Answer!

Answer, I beg you,
answer, I'm at the end of my rope.

At the end of my rope,
at the end of my rope. Answer!

Answer!

Answer!

Answer!

I have to fix this leak, too...

-I...
-No, no, no!

I need help.

I can see that, but I can't.

I need help. Help me.

No, I can't.

Help me, I don't feel well.

Alright, come in.

What did you do with her?

You sleep in her bed and she hides?

Where the hell is she?

You're handsome!

You dirty scum,
and full of money, I'm sure.

Girls dig smartasses who read poetry.

No, I assure you, it's not me.

I mean...

-Jérôme?
-Jérôme.

You know my name?

She told you about me, right?
Did you have a good laugh?

No, no, I don't know her.

Did you have a good time,
you piece of shit?

No, no, I live at her place,

she lives in mine.

-I can see that.
-But, Jérôme,

please, calm down.

-I'm not a calm guy.
-I know!

Thank you, Jérôme.

I don't know Béatrice.

She must be pretty.

-Perfect.
-Very pretty, huh?

And lively, spontaneous,

unbelievably frank,

cruel in her own way,

indifferent in her own way
and yet gentle

-and complicated.
-That's right.

She considers love
to be a serious matter.

Something impossible.

-Impossible?
-She doesn't love anyone.

No one?

It was wonderful! Thank you.

Thank you very much!

Really wonderful!

Same time Thursday?

Yes.

Do you have
a little bit of time before?

No, no, I don't have a moment,
Mr. Wood. No.

Thank you.

Yes, she loved my sister.

My mother loved my sister.
Everyone loved my sister.

So did I, even though sometimes
I wanted to pull her hair.

No...

Gorgeous blonde hair,
it was almost white in summer.

So beautiful, it choked me.

Her beauty was breathtaking.

Was it?

No.

I'm embarrassed.

I'm hurting.

Dr. Harriston is not here!
I'm his cleaning lady.

Come.

Béatrice, it's me, Anne!

Anne!

What's going on? Are you busy?

-Are you expecting someone?
-No, no, no one. Come in.

-Whose place is this?
-Henry's.

I mean... Henry Harriston.

Henry Harriston?

It's not the psychoanalyst, is it?

Yes, it is.

Yes.

Béatrice's perfume,

that smell hiding hers
drives me crazy.

Oh, yeah.

I can smell it right here.

Can you smell it?

Yes.

Yes, I can smell it.

I imagine him to be very secretive,

very quiet, reserved,

probably obsessed and even...

I don't know about that.

What I do know
is that he's the best analyst.

Oh, my!

How do you know that?

Well, I got a psychoanalysis.

You? It's not possible,
I would've never thought!

But I did, though.

How did it go?

That's very, very personal.

Why do you care?
You don't intend to...

No, no, of course not.

I helped them,
but it's over, I won't do it anymore.

I promise, never again!

But what would your shrink say?

Would he give you advice or...?

No, no advice, that could be fatal.

Fatal?

So what did he do?
Would he talk about himself?

Never. Are you crazy?

It would no longer be a session,

-it'd become a relationship.
-A relationship, really?

So what would happen?

Very little, almost nothing.

Very little? Almost nothing?

But sometimes,

he'd go...

Yes, when he felt that
I had said something essential,

or when I was stuck, when I stopped

in the middle of a sentence.

You'd get stuck?

Yes, because it was a crucial moment.

Stuck... crucial moment...

And sometimes he'd repeat

one word, just one word
of my last sentence.

It had such an effect on me!

I see, he'd repeat a word.

He said it in a soft,
almost neutral voice,

like a reminder
to not stop along the way.

One word.

-What word?
-Just a word.

Just a word, that's all?

No, that wasn't all.

What else?

He would sometimes say:

"Yes."

"Yes"?

Yes, crucial moment...

Yes, crucial moment...

-In the subway.
-Yes.

I was sitting
in front of a lively kid.

He was bawling
and laughing with his friends.

He was so lively,
full of rage, full of life...

-Full of life...
-I felt like a loser,

but I also felt good,
and I was afraid.

Afraid! I too have
terrible fears at times.

I'd like to know why, for no reason.
Here, for example,

when it's gray and humid,
seeing this weather, I...

Oh, yes!

Sorry.

I mean, don't worry,
it passes, it passes very quickly.

I don't know why... It's nothing.
It's nothing, nothing at all.

-Go ahead and continue.
-OK.

Don't worry, I'm Philippe.

-I'm a friend of Béatrice.
-No!

I miss her. I thought her bed,
well where she sleeps,

-being a little close to her and...
-Yes.

I can imagine that she's here.

Yes, yes.

Sir, there's a leak
coming from your place!

My place is all wet!

Sir!

It's everywhere!

-Is someone there?
-Yeah.

Henry?

Henry, I felt so good after...

after we talked.
I have so many things to tell you,

so many things I have to share.

Yes.

I can't take it anymore.

Would you like some coffee, sir?

Would you like some coffee?

Excuse me?

Would you like some coffee or tea?

Yes, no, no.

No.

To 144 Spring Street,
behind Flatbush Avenue.

That's Brooklyn.

That's right.

Mom, mom, listen, no, no, no!

Listen! Guess who wants to stay over?

Henry!

Yes! Henry Harriston!

Yeah! No, he's just showing up.

He's getting married?
Why would he do this?

When? With Elizabeth Honeywell?

The daughter of...

Not all of us had the courage
to spend all those years at Harvard.

Me? It's doing very well.

Yes, I see. When will I get married?

You'll never change.

Don't worry, Mom,
it'll happen, someday.

Of course, he's rich, but rich
or not, married or single,

he'll be here in a minute.

I need to clean up.

I love you too.

Actually, I'd like to stop by

Fifth Avenue, in Central Park.

That's Manhattan.

That's right.

I suffered when Jane told me no,

but it's even worse
when she says yes.

That smell...

of omelet...

That smell...

Wait for me,
I'll only be a couple of minutes.

-Same time next week?
-Yes.

Could we meet before,
tomorrow or the day after?

-It's a crucial moment.
-Really?

Yes.

Hello, Tim.

Dr. Harriston! You're back?

No, I'm just passing through
for a conference.

-Is there any mail for me?
-Yes, of course.

Campton?

He looks...

He looks better.

He looks completely changed.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

Is it all OK up there? And the dog?

-He's doing very well.
-That's good.

-He didn't miss me too much?
-Not at all. He's completely changed.

What do you mean? Is he sick?

No, on the contrary.

-On the contrary?
-Yes, on the contrary.

His personality has changed.

He sleeps less, he's less
melancholic, he's full of energy.

-Energy?
-He's happy.

That's right,
he's more happy by the day.

Does she walk him three times a day?

Yes, he follows her everywhere.

I have a bad feeling,
I hear footsteps.

As if someone were following me.
I feel a shadow behind me.

It's him!

-Him?
-It must be!

Yes, sir?

-Miss Saulnier?
-I'm her secretary.

Her secretary?

-Her secretary?
-What can I do for you, sir?

I'd like to see Miss Saulnier.
Miss Béatrice Saulnier.

That's impossible, sir.

Why? Is she out?

I'm really sorry, it's impossible.
Miss Saulnier is in session, sir.

In session?
What kind of session, with whom?

-It's confidential, I'm sorry.
-I want to see her right away.

I'm sorry, not now.

You don't look well,
would you like to sit down?

It's impossible, I'm the...

She is.
Are you sure you're feeling OK?

I'm perfectly fine, it's you!

In session...

Hi, Edgard.

Edgard?

Edgard, it's me!

Edgard!

Where did he go?

Where did he go?

I have the feeling
that Stein is following us.

I don't see anyone.

Let's go this way, we'll see.

It's good to be loved.
Everyone's looking for that, right?

That depends.

You knew that to love is to want
to give something you don't have

to someone who doesn't want it?

Stop acting so smart all the time,
it's exhausting.

I swear! We don't have any love
and we want to give it...

...to a person who doesn't want it.
That's repetition.

It's not about love with Stein,
though.

What is it about then?

It's a phase in his treatment,
it will pass.

Alright.

-Let's go blow a lot of money.
-What?

Let's go robbing stores
with our patients' money!

-Our patients' money?
-Come on!

What would Henry would say when...

What do you think he does
with his patients' money?

He travels.

I wonder why we bought
all this stuff, it's useless!

Exactly, and it was cheap!

That's true!

This is Stein,
I need to see you right away.

I'm downstairs, can I come up?

It's Mr. Stein, what do I do?

-Do I open the door?
-Absolutely not!

Mr. Stein, you'll get pneumonia.

I know who was following me,
Miss Saulnier.

It was Dr. Harriston.

I saw him in the rain, in the park,
without his jacket.

Dr. Harriston is in Paris, Mr. Stein,

he won't be back
for a couple of weeks.

It was him.

Hello? Yes.

I'd like to make an appointment

with Dr. Saulnier.

It's urgent.

Tomorrow?

Tomorrow at 5 o'clock.

No.

Wire.

John Wire.

Thank you.

Henry!

Welcome.

What's going on?

-Are you getting married?
-My God, Dennis...

Everything was stolen from me!

Look, it's very simple. Tell her:
"I'm Dr. Harriston,

"you have no right
to treat my clients..."

Patients. I just say that,
take my dog back and...

-And that's it.
-That's it.

Here, you never know.

I'll go to the bank tomorrow.
So I'll say:

"I'm Dr. Henry Harriston and..."

And that's it.

Yes.

Are you feeling better today, sir?

Yes, yes...

-Are you sure?
-Certain.

Difficult childhood...

Anorexia...

I'll be right with you.

Mister?

-Yes?
-Mister?

Mister?

Wire, John Wire.

John Wire. Béatrice Saulnier.

Nice to meet you. Your phone number?

The pleasure is all mine.

718 933 33 32.

That's Brooklyn.

That's right.

Please.

Yes, OK.

Yes?

Yes...?

Yes?

Yes.

Yes?

Yes...

Yes...

Sir...

I'm sorry.

Yes, Wire.

Mr. John Wire, no problem.

There is a problem,
Mr. Wire, John Wire.

I'm sorry,

I couldn't do anything right.

No.

Up until now this had never happened.

-You're the first.
-Really?

Yes, the others...

You should come back when Henry...

I mean when Dr. Harriston is back.

I...

Dr. Harriston is...

I'm not, but he's a...

Do you think Dr. Harriston will...

Dr. Harriston? Of course.

He's really, really good,
very competent.

He knows what to do
with a difficult case.

-Right?
-Yes, you're right.

He's just a little bit, let's say...

What?

Austere.

But he's a great therapist.

-Yes, probably.
-But I...

It'd be better not to see each
other again. Do you agree?

No.

No?

Well, goodbye, Mr. John Wire.

I'm really sorry I couldn't help you.

I'll walk you to...

to the elevator.

I think we need to end this.

Unless...

Yes, let's see, we should try.

This was just the first time,
it's to be expected.

Yes, it's normal, I think.
It happens, it can happen

the first time.

Yes, it happens sometimes,

but not always.

Well, goodbye.

My Romeo!

You need to go on a walk.
Come on, three times a day!

You are...

different.

Meaning?

From my other men,
well, from my other clients.

You react differently.

I don't react like them?

No, not at all.

You're more...

secretive.

More withdrawn.

You must have had a trauma

that goes back a long way,
that's forgotten,

because it's buried deep inside you.

Yes, that's it,
that's the reason, I think.

At least, I hope so.

Romeo, stop. Stop.

Calm down, Edgard.

Do you like dogs?

Yes, very much so.

You do? Very good.

Well... maybe.

Don't you think
that their presence...

I mean dogs are in osmosis with us.
When we're not well...

...they're not well.

You think so, too?
So we have that in common?

Maybe?

Yes.

Yes. Next time,

I think it will go better.

-I'm sure of it.
-Yes.

Yes, I'm sure next time
we'll have wonderful,

wonderful, wonderful results.

-Maybe, you never know.
-Don't you think?

When do I see you again?

-Tomorrow at 1 p.m.?
-OK, tomorrow at 1 p.m.

-Aren't you forgetting something?
-No, I...

Mr. Wire,

I don't want money, I couldn't

-help you.
-It's the rule, Miss Saulnier.

You have to follow the rule.
Dr. Harriston never turns down money.

Never? Even when...

Never, I see.

Bye, Mr. Wire,
see you tomorrow at 1 p.m.

Bye, Miss Saulnier.

-Miss Saulnier?
-Yes?

Dr. Harriston's plants...

his place looks like a jungle.

It's like a virgin forest, it's lush,

-it's impressive.
-Yes, impressive.

-Bye, Mr. John Wire.
-Bye.

Come.

You don't keep the dog on a leash?

No need, he follows me everywhere.

Everywhere?

So?

-What?
-Did you tell her?

-What?
-Did you tell her

that she's a fraud?

-No...
-You don't think so?

-I don't know.
-What do you mean?

That's unbelievable.

Yes, it was, you're right.

I'll talk to her about it...

next time. Tomorrow.

What do you mean? Are you kidding?

Yes. No, I mean...

I'll tell her. I'll tell her
that it's gone on long enough.

I don't think she realizes it.

She's...

I don't know, she's different.

And she's...

She's stunningly honest.

So you didn't tell her.

I was stuck...

The light, the plants...

The dog.
I didn't recognize anything at all.

You were stuck?
The dog, the plants...

Henry! Henry!
Are you sure you're OK?

Transfer...

Transfer? I don't get it.

What are you doing?
Are you specializing?

And you raided
Henry Harriston's wardrobe.

Just to sleep.

His shirts are very comfortable.

You should see your face,
I bet you haven't slept all night.

Freud is a dangerous reading.

It's such a difficult job at times.

Transfer, a transfer...
No, I don't get it.

You're not the only one.

-These flowers are for you!
-For me?

Thank you! Thank God!

Thank you, yes, they're for you!

Thank you, Tim, thank you!

They're from Campton...

Campton!

Flowers! This is an unmistakable
sign of a positive transfer.

Positive in what way?

It's a phase in therapy,

an act by which the subject, during
treatment, places in his analyst

either affection,
a positive transfer,

or hostility,

a negative transfer,
that he experienced as a child.

Anne, stop!
Please don't complicate things.

-This word is Chinese!
-What word?

Transfer, Anne!

Come on, be nice, explain it to me.

OK. It's when they love their mother,

but they are afraid of
committing incest.

So they carry over
this incestuous desire

to you. They live it on the couch.

There's no danger there,
you understand?

So he doesn't love his mother.

The tone of his voice
at the door was so cold...

I wanted to disappear.

-I...
-Let me tell you something:

bring it to your mother,
she'll be very happy.

Anne, don't you think the dog
has changed totally?

Really? I hadn't noticed.

He has, I swear, look.
Henry would...

-I told John Wire not to come back.
-You did the right thing.

But then... I don't know.

I don't know what came over me,

but I couldn't help myself
telling him to come back tomorrow.

So he's coming back tomorrow?

I'll be able to help him this time.

Freud and all those people...
it's very enriching, isn't it?

Yes. Yes, but not always.

He prefers Henry.

It's written all over his face.

I'm sure Henry is amazing, but I...

Well...

It's insane, I insisted,
I couldn't help it.

-Look at the plants.
-Yes?

Don't you think they're weird?

-Weird?
-Yes, weird.

With Henry, they...

Henry...

Anne, do you think they'll go back
to the way they were before?

-Before?
-Before.

No, things are always changing.

They never go back
to the way they were.

How can you eat eggs for breakfast?

Smelling oil in the morning

makes me sick.

Do you like the soup, Dorothy?

I'm Julie.

I love the soup, it's delicious.

Julie, Julie, Julie!
So you like the soup?

Yes.

Henry?

-Yes?
-Are you OK?

Fine.

Fine.

But the smell bothers me,

it's too strong, isn't it?

That dress...
I'm afraid it's going to smell

like meadows

and it's making me noxious.
I can't stand it.

Excuse me. Julie,

Dorothy,

Dennis,

I need to get out,
this smell makes me...

It makes me sick.

It's too early to eat this.

Well, see you around!

Yes?

A crack...

It's strange, I had never seen it.

Oh yes, a crack.

Yes, it's strange, do you see it?

It should be fixed. It should...

Tell Harriston,
he can't have noticed it.

He should call the painters quickly,
at least when he returns.

The painters...

Yes, it needs to be repainted,
it's peeling, it's awful, I hate it.

I hate peeling paint.

I don't like cracks in the walls,

paint peeling, all worn out.

-Worn out.
-Yes...

I haven't seen her in months.

I hate going to Brooklyn. In fact,

I prefer it when she comes
to my house, it's easier.

-She?
-My mother.

I see.

The last time
was at the engagement dinner,

I had bought her a dress.

I had bought her a dress. And yet,

with all these people,
it didn't match anything.

Her dress was beautiful,
too beautiful.

It didn't go with her hands.
Her hands...

Yes, her hands. Her hands...

-Her hands...
-...worn out, especially the nails.

Lack of calcium, they say.
That's too easy.

Or they say, "it's the age",
that easy, too.

I looked at the hands
of Lizbeth's mother, my future wife.

Impeccable, smooth,
perfect calcium content,

light complexion, plain forehead.
My mother

seemed happy, though, impressed,

and happy and proud of me, no doubt.

Like the day I graduated

when my suit was too tight

and my mother couldn't stop talking.

"Hey, this one is a friend of yours.

"What's his name?
Isn't he the son of...?"

"What about this one?"
She said it very loudly.

She was so happy,

exactly like that night at Lizbeth's.

-Lizbeth...
-Yes,

my mother was happy,
at least at first.

Afterwards, at dinner, I felt that
she was forcing herself a bit.

In any case, she seemed exhausted

because she had to play a role
in society.

She kept staring at Lizbeth.

I spilled a glass
of Saint-Emilion 85.

I saw my mother turn pale.

On Monday, I went to Brooklyn.
She didn't expect to see me.

I don't feel good with her.

I don't think I'm used to people
like her anymore.

-So...
-So?

I figured she looked so worn out

because of that fucking
Harvard education.

I was speechless.

We were in the kitchen, at the table,

and she said: "God,
I wish your life were beautiful."

She was clasping my hands
in hers and she said:

"They're frozen."

She held them for a long time,
and I wanted to be free,

to free my hands from hers,
frozen or not, I didn't care.

But my hands warmed up.

And I left without saying a word.

Shaking.

Are you crying?

No, I just have dust in my eyes.

Go on.

I'm sorry I subjected you to that.

No, it's normal.
You love your mother, it's normal.

That's why you're here.

She's wonderful. I love her.

I can see her hands, her eyes.
What strength!

I love my mother too, you know.

It's normal to love your mother.

There's no reason to be afraid
of committing incest.

-That's why you came.
-Yes.

When you're lying on the couch,

you can disconnect from reality.

You're protected,
safe from everything.

You make a transfer.

The worst thing
about loving your mother

is that she'll grow old and go away.

All of a sudden,
you're left with nothing,

with no mother or father.

-I expect you on Wednesday at 5 p.m.?
-Yes.

Alright.

At least...

he loves his mother.

As you wish. What else?

-So?
-Nothing else.

Give me the veal marsala
instead of the liver.

-Is it done?
-What?

-Yes, it's done, the veal.
-You have no right to...

I have the right
to choose what I want.

-Yes and no.
-Why?

Because I prefer veal.
You don't recommend it?

-I don't know.
-You don't?

-I'm not sure.
-Unbelievable.

It sure is.

It is, I don't know
what happened to me.

So not the veal?

It's a matter of taste,
but the liver...

-Next time.
-Should I get the liver next time?

Is it not...?

It's too late. How do you want it?

What do you mean?

Why is it too late?

-Veal, well done.
-Well done.

So there will be a next time.

-Why?
-Yes, why?

-Because.
-Yes, of course.

I don't think next time will happen.

Next time, I'll go across the street
at the Venise.

You like Venise?

No, I love Béatrice.

Béatrice? I don't know it, is it new?

I don't really like
French restaurants.

You love her? Why not, after all?

-Does she know?
-No.

It takes guts.

Guts, giblets, gizzards, hearts, no.

I'm scared to try all this.

You have to try at least once.

Guts.

Never!

This movie was awful.

I loved it.

The actors are grotesque,

the story is flat and the end
is unbearable.

I loved it.

You like happy endings?
It's appalling.

And that mellow music,

they look at each other
like two cows in a field.

I loved it.

It was so moving. I cried.

It's the loveliest film ever.

I like the ending.
He told me so many things,

he shared his life with me,
his thoughts...

The actor? He was lame!

No, John! Mr. Wire!

That's normal!

I guess, but...

-But?
-I suppose there's a transfer, but...

-But?
-I felt something special.

-He's so sensitive.
-In your imagination.

Maybe, but...

Anne, forget about
all this transfer stuff.

I get the feeling that...

You get the feeling
that he loves you?

-I know what love is. And...
-Béatrice!

All this proves that he's making

an incredibly violent transfer.

So you think he doesn't love me?

Besides his mother, or his father,

does he love me?

-Me.
-What about you?

Does he love me?

No.

But what if he...

-Tries to kiss you?
-Yes.

He can't while he's in treatment.

-What about me?
-You?

Even less so!

I see...

That's disappointing.

Well...

What a pigsty!

Come with me, Edgard.

Come with Lizbeth!

Edgard? Edgard!

Help me!

He looks afraid of me.

He can't stay here.

What a mess!

You're not the maid!

Oh my!

What a surprise!

-You don't look well.
-I'm fine.

I'm just fine. It's nothing.

He has such eclectic tastes!

A housewife... Why not?

I...

He loves his mother so much.

I wish I had a mother like his.

A mother who would have done it all
for me, who would' have known

how to love, console
and understand her daughter.

Even a poor mother.

Like John and his mother.

That's my dog.

It's a gift I gave him.

Come! But...

Actually,
Edgard wasn't a good gift for him.

Given the circumstances,

I fear for this dog's education.

Come on, Edgard,
we're leaving, darling.

Come on!

Nice... Nice Edgard... Nice!

First of all, I'm going to take him
for a long walk in the park.

Come on. Edgard!

Bye!

And good luck with him. Good luck!

-Good evening.
-Evening!

-Where's the dog?
-Someone took him!

-Who?
-A very unhappy woman!

-Romeo!
-Edgard!

Romeo!

-Yes, she was very unhappy.
-Really?

He didn't want to follow her.

You let her take Edgard?

She had the keys.

-I'll call Dr. Harriston in Paris.
-No, no, no!

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Why not? Romeo!

No need to worry him. Edgard!

I think you're right,

but I think he's involved
with this woman.

Poor thing...
No, I'd better call him.

Why "poor thing"? She's fine.

At least, if it's his fiancée
you're talking about.

-She's...
-Edgard!

She's everything I hate.

She must be repressing
something very painful.

I saw that right away.

Poor man...

-Romeo!
-Who?

-Edgard! Who?
-Henry!

I mean Dr. Harriston.

Something must be wrong with him
if he loves her so much.

He must like to suffer.

They're hurting each other.

That may be true.

Edgard!

Romeo!

Edgard!

Edgard...

Romeo!

Romeo!

Edgard...

Romeo!

Edgard! Edgard!

He's changed a lot.

I think he slept a lot with Henry.

He lived in a...

in an aseptic environment,
What's the word?

An obsessive world.

Dark and fascinating.

I think that man

is very deep, very withdrawn.

He's quite...

A bit like you,

withdrawn like you.

But it can be treated.
Some men are able to open up.

Yes, I'm sure.

Yes?

I wonder if...

I wonder if she ever went to therapy.
She should

-Who?
-Lizbeth.

You should see
how she puts away his stuff.

And his shoes...

I don't know why,
seeing his shoes all lined up,

so perfectly waxed,

my heart stopped beating.

His shoes...
if I had even seen one with a stain,

a twig, anything...

No trace of grass.

Sorry, John, I'm rambling.

Mr. Wire.

This suit fits you like a glove!

Yes.

Make sure not to crease
Henry's clothes.

Of course.

Let's hope Romeo
doesn't get pneumonia.

Miss Saulnier.

I know... I wanted to tell you

that I know

Dr. Harriston very well.

-Very, very well.
-I bet you do.

The life of a psychoanalyst
is truly amazing.

All these things that happen
in his office, all these emotions,

one must get lost in it.

Yes, I think so too.

I've been wanting to tell you
for a while that...

I wanted to tell you

that despite our situation...

Yes?

Me, on this couch...

...and me, in this chair.

Me, lying down...

...and me, sitting here...

I'd like to tell you that...

that despite all this,

that it's me...

The fuses have blown!
I'll take care of it!

The meter must be in the entrance!

...that I'm Dr. Harriston
and that I...

Sorry. What did you say
about Dr. Harriston?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

John...

I love you.

Excuse me?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Anne, what is it?

It's a fuse!

Hurry up, Anne!

Anne?

You know what, Henry?

-What?
-Write her a letter,

-a nice letter. You can write.
-Yes.

Sorry? No.

Then leave her a very tender message
on your answering machine.

-No.
-Knock on her door until she opens.

-No.
-Then go in with your key

when she's not there
and you wait for her in your bed.

-Naked.
-Trust me,

that won't work with her.

It won't?

I think it's strange, very strange.

Why won't you write to her?

Do it for me! "My dear Béatrice..."

"I love you.

"You drive me mad, I'm feverish..."

Say things a little more...

more erotic,
like "I'd like to...", you know.

"I dream of..."

"I wonder without eating,
without sleeping."

No, Henry, not poetic,
erotic, violent, exciting.

"I'm warning you, Béatrice.

"I'm not calm, I'm a violent man.

"Shake me down, I'm full of it."
Dennis,

No letter, no, no way. You hear me?

This girl hates declarations
and this kind of messages

and men who knock at her door
in the middle of the night

and rush to her bed.

And the day she finds out

that it was me, that I lied to her,
that it was a betrayal,

that I fixed her water leaks,
that I...

that I read all her letters,
that I played

with her perfume bottles!

You can't tell me
that there is no solution!

I don't know. I only see one.

It has to come from her.

She needs to tell me:
"Henry...", I mean,

"John, I love you."

Here.

Hello?

It's for you, Mr. John Wire.

Yes?

Yes. It's Béatrice.

She wants to tell you she loves you.

Maybe. Miss Saulnier?

Do you have something to tell me?

Me?

Nothing either.

Yes.

Are you there? Hello?

Hello?

Are you there? I can't hear anything.

Hello?

No more sessions?

You're leaving? Tomorrow?

So early?

Impossible!

Why? Because I...

I don't know, because I'm going
to miss you, because...

my treatment, I mean...

I mean my treatment.

Yes I'm here. Are you there?

What did you say?

Tell me, Béatrice.

Tell me!

You're saying goodbye?

She's saying goodbye.

She said goodbye.

Are you still there?

Are you there?

Miss Saulnier?

I love you...

It's over.

Dennis, I'm desperate.

Yeah, yeah, you already told me that.

You smell like beer!

Yes, I had a couple of beers.

Two or three, or four,
at this point...

I love this suffering.

Last night, I went to see my mother.

I think I'm like her.

She knows.

What does she know?

Everything. You, me,

face to face.

She's so sad sometimes.

Yes.

And she's full of hope sometimes.

God only knows why.

According to her,
I'll be in love forever.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

You know, there are
so many girls on this earth!

Why are you laughing?

-You have a stain on your shirt.
-Yeah.

You too.

I love that stain. Very chic.

And these shoes! I think
this neighborhood is beautiful.

Don't you think it's a little dirty?

I love it because it's dirty.

I feel so bad about myself!

I envy these people!

I don't. I'm glad we got out.

Yes, maybe.

What?

-Alright, Dennis.
-What?

-Bye, see you around.
-Bye, Henry.

Where are you going?

-Paris.
-Paris?

Why? There's no flight until tonight!

I'll call you.

Have a nice trip!

Miss Saulnier, it's Campton,
don't let me down.

Miss Saulnier,
don't take it out on me.

It's by him!

Henry wrote this.

-A waiting list?
-Yes.

Are you sure there's nothing?
Even first class?

-No, sir.
-Nothing?

-No.
-Even in business class? Check.

-OK.
-Nothing?

There's nothing left.

-Sorry.
-Not even in coach?

You said that... Why is everyone
going to France today?

I don't know. France is beautiful.

Go quickly,
I can't stand this dog anymore.

Miss?

Any luck?

I don't know yet. Almost
all passengers are checked in.

-But not all of them?
-Not all of them, but almost.

Too bad, I must have missed her.

You'll catch it, don't worry.

You're in luck, there's one left.

Here's your boarding pass. Hurry!

Sir! That way!

Hurry!

-Hello.
-Hello.

I'm sorry, the plane is taking off.

It's too late. I just gave your seat
to a passenger on standby.

-Really?
-Yes, ma'am, I'm sorry.

No need to wait.

-I'll take the next flight.
-Are you sure?

Yes, go home.

Go, it's better that way.

I hate goodbyes.

I hate it.

I can't stand them anymore.
It's awful.

-Awful?
-Just the word "goodbye" is awful.

-Yes.
-Yes?

Yes.

Béatrice, you should see a shrink.

Romeo...

Romeo!

-Béatrice? You're back already?
-Yes.

You look terrible. Come in.

Henry...

I mean, Dr. Harriston?

Is it you?

You've watered the plants.

It looks like a jungle,

a virgin forest.

Yes,

luxurious,

-Miss...?
-Saulnier. Béatrice Saulnier.

Back so early, Miss Saulnier?

Yes, Mr.... Dr. Harriston.

Didn't you like it there?

Yes, doctor, it was good, but...

But?

Something happened to me.

Something?

Yes, I...

It's very, very personal.

Personal?

Yes, but you know what to do
in difficult cases. You...

-You...?
-You're a real therapist.

You can hear it.
It's not like we're in real life.

-I...
-I...?

I love...

-someone.
-Someone...

Yes.

I love a man.

A man?

John, John Wire, Dr. Harriston.

-That man?
-Yes. Do you know him?

Well...

You could say that.

Does he love you too?

Not at all.

Stop, Romeo. Stop!

-You have a dog, Miss Saulnier?
-Yes.

-Non!
-Yes or no?

No, it's yours.

He followed me,
I couldn't help it, I...

Anyway, I didn't steal him,
I swear, I...

I believe you.

-You believe me?
-Yes.

Why?

Well... he loves you.

With you, he sleeps less, he's...

He's less dark, less...

Less...

But, Henry... I mean...

Dr. Harriston,

-he's yours!
-Yes.

Poor Edgard.

He had such an austere life with me.

I think he had a trauma,

that he probably buried deep inside.

Intestinal disorders,
but they can be treated.

Some dogs

can open up

by osmosis.

John!

Yes, Miss Saulnier.

Welcome home.

John... Dr. Harriston!
I mean... Henry!

I love you.

-Do you?
-Yes.

-No, no, no!
-Yes, yes, yes!

-No!
-Yes, yes, yes!

Help me.

Thank you.

I think Campton has a problem.

Campton has lots of problems.

But I do worry about him.

He doesn't even smell bad.

I cleaned your house,

I made a mess of everything again

so you'd feel comfortable
when you get home.

It's changed so much!

There was a lot of work.

I fixed the water leak.

-Was there a problem?
-The fire department came.

-John... Henry?
-Yes?

-You need to shave.
-I do?

-That's it!
-I'll throw your dress on the floor.

-Why?
-To make it like it was before.

-This is my bed.
-Yes, you'll have to share it.

Michael Francart
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