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Doctor Breuer.
I must see
you on a matter
of life or death.
Meet me at nine
tomorrow morning
[violin music]
(Breuer)
A matter of life
or death! Hmpf!
[exchange of greetings]
Doctor Breuer?
Lou Salome.
May I?
Waiter, caf�
latte, please,
My friend
is preparing
to kill himself,
This man's
death would have
momentous consequences
Who is
this friend?
The philosopher
Friedrich Nietzsche.
Nietzsche?
Should I
know of him?
know of him.
(Nietzsche)
How do
we confirm
and skepticism
It is hard to be
in God's hands.
It is a child's wish
for the everlasting
We have
evolutionary theory,
Evolutionary theory
scientifically demonstrates
God's redundancy.
So Darwin himself
had not the courage
to follow
his evidence
to its true
conclusion. So--
and all
of us together
have killed him.
God--
is dead.
My friend is sick.
Headaches.
Tormenting headaches,
My dear lady,
I will see
your friend.
I'm a physician.
That is not
why I am here.
Nietzsche suffers
from the deepest despair,
That is what
I ask you to heal.
I cannot
cure despair.
I have a spy.
My brother,
a medical student,
a new technique.
to your office
It is.
Well, perhaps
the people in Russia
believe in sorcerers
I have no magic
to offer you.
(Lou)
May I walk you
I would enjoy
that but--
I have a duty.
A duty?
It is my duty
to be free
of duty.
(Breuer)
I am sorry.
I had hoped
it was hepatitis,
(patient)
How long--
do I have?
It is best
you put your
affairs in order.
Please, doctor.
How long?
(woman)
Please.
Tell us.
Three to
six months.
(frau Becker)
Are you
alright, doctor?
Of course.
Cancel all
their outstanding
debts to me.
Of course.
A Fraulein Salome
has suddenly arrived.
A very grand
young woman.
for hours.
Frau Becker!
Fraulein Salome!
Doctor Breuer.
for yourself,
of serving you?
The habits
of a lifetime
Your future
husband will need
extensive retraining.
No husband
for me. Ever.
I would not
do that to
a man.
If then or ever
you use this
new technique,
with Nietzsche.
in any process
he perceives
as surrendering
He believes
I am.
Where has
God gone?
God is dead.
We all have
killed him,
You, you,
you and I.
(priest)
God will throw
you in hell!
A gruesome,
gruesome shadow,
God will
punish you!
[slam]
in the caves,
thank you,
(man)
Friedrich. Friedrich.
A brilliant poet
from Russia.
Fascinating lecture
to fall on so
few ears.
you, professor?
Oh, truth is
a fearsome thing.
in people's lives.
An interesting
interpretation.
But if God
is dead,
then everything
is permitted.
No morals,
no rules.
our society?
What is the
solution to your
godless proposition?
auf Wiedersehen.
(Lou)
I was immediately
attracted to him.
Seduced by
his intellect.
half sentences.
Mere gestures,
He became obsessed,
proposing marriage
after our first meeting,
I was attracted
to him.
I wanted to learn.
Not to submit.
Stop it!
My refusal
turned his love
into hatred.
He wrote me
these crazed
insulting letters.
So if I understand
you correctly,
you want me
to persuade Nietzsche
knowing it.
for this
psychological treatment.
frau Reinhardt
is still waiting.
(Lou)
One more thing,
I shall do
everything I can
Good night,
Dr. Breuer.
(Breuer)
Good night,
Straight home,
fishman.
(Breuer)
Siegmund?
Siegmund?
me for dinner.
I diagnosed a liver
cancer today.
Dr. Freud.
The children
are eating.
Daddy!
My little chickens.
See what I
mean, Siggy?
He hardly
talks to me.
a new patient.
I haven't
met him yet,
Suicidal tendencies,
As always,
it starts
with a woman.
But Josef,
love sickness is not
a medical condition.
psychological distress.
physical ailments,
[sigh]
I have
already agreed.
Why?
I don't even
know myself.
Perhaps I need
a challenge like this.
You cannot say
no to this woman.
(Lou)
Our plan
is working.
Dr. Oberbach
has persuaded
Neither I
nor Nietzsche
The professor
is here.
(Breuer)
Send him in,
Good day,
Herr Professor.
Please. Please,
have a seat.
Tell me about
your illness.
Would it be
more efficient
to review my
previous consultations?
thank you.
But I make
my own diagnosis
before reviewing
those of my colleagues,
Just as I prefer
to see a play before
has melancholia
accompanied these
migraine attacks?
I have my black
periods but who
does not?
Speak not of me
tell me of
my illness.
What it
might be?
A life dominated
by black periods
is a breeding
ground for despair.
Despair?
No.
Perhaps once
but not now.
No.
Here.
My headaches are
the labor pains for
my new book.
What book?
[sings loud]
(Nietzsche3
Zarathustra!
A young prophet,
bursting with wisdom
and courage
and truthfulness
decides to
enlighten the people,
I teach you
the Ubermensch.
Man is something
that must be overcome.
What is
the ape
to man?
[laughter]
A laughingstock,
but I feel
no shame.
lust that,
man shall be
to the Ubermensch!
People refused
to understand
those words.
The prophet,
realizing he has
returns to
his solitude,
So--like--
Zarathustra,
I come
too soon.
Physical wellbeing
is not separable
Is there someone
with whom you have--
You referring
to sex... Doctor?
Well--
I have found
that a flash
of bestial pleasure
is followed by hours
of self-loathing, so,
But is there
a Woman
in your life?
a footbridge to others,
I have been betrayed.
Richard Wagner,
I have suffered
because of him,
and later,
my best friend--
with that--woman.
Tell me more
about that--woman.
And why?
It's connected
to your illness,
Trust me
on this.
I cannot afford
to--trust--again.
Then I believe,
Herr Professor,
(Breuer)
Have a safe journey
[horse neighs]
(driver)
Stupid animal!
(Nietzsche)
Hey, out! Leave
Leave it!
Leave it,
I tell you!
(Breuer)
Are you alright?
[heavy breathing]
Can we meet--again?
[panting]
Friday afternoon,
same time?
Good night.
(Breuer)
Breathe deeply,
Bertha.
last night?
Yes. I dreamt
you were making
love to me.
Really?
Yes.
don't worry.
I want you!
[laughter]
(female voice)
No, Josef!
No, Josef!
(Breuer)
Mathilde!
What are
you doing?!
That is horrible!
Horrible!!
Dr. Breuer!
You are now
a free man.
Go back,
you syphilitic
No!
He's mine!
Mine!
He is mine!
He's mine!
No!
He's mine!
[shouts
and grunts]
[music plays]
[gasp]
(Breuer)
"There was a time
in our lives
"when we were
so close
"that nothing
seemed to obstruct
our friendship.
"When only
a footprint
separated us.
he feels he is
submitting his power
Yes. Yes.
You're right.
He interprets
any expression
of positive sentiment
as a bid
for power.
It makes it
almost impossible
And reveal
his identity?
Mathilde, stop.
What am I to do
when I watch you
Friedrich Nietzsche?
To this day I
regret listening
to you.
The transfer
of Bertha to
another doctor
remains one of
the great shames
of my life!
Excellent books.
Then your
publisher is
a fool
You're writing
in short and
brief sentences.
It is my ambition
to say in
ten sentences
what others
say in a whole book,
Hm.
As to
your migraines,
I believe their
fundamental cause
lies in stress,
Due to upsetting
events in your work,
your family,
your personal
relationships.
I've given
up teaching.
I have no home
to look after,
no wife to
quarrel with,
no children
to discipline.
I have
no obligations
to anyone.
I have no stress.
Consider Thoreau,
Spinoza, Buddha.
Professor.
Stress is
our enemy.
your life.
I propose that
you enter my
Lauzon clinic
and treatment.
We have
new medications
for migraine.
I will visit
you daily.
Money doesn't
matter to me.
It will be free.
And why
are you
doing this?
You came to
me for help.
I offer it.
I'm a doctor.
Human motivation
is far more complex.
What is
your motive?
Why are
you here?
Because of pressure
from my friends and
my headaches,
I ask again.
What is
your motive
if you don't
request payment
One practices
one's profession.
A cobbler cobbles.
A baker bakes.
A doctor doctors.
I do not claim
I philosophize
for you.
human motivation.
Now what
are your motives?
My motives?
Yes!
My motives?!
Who can answer
such a question?
I believe you
are destined
to become
a great philosopher.
My mission is to aid
you in becoming
So you as my savior
can become
even greater?
I did not
say that!
Do you know
my patients
musicians in Vienna?
to enhance your
authority with me!
I will never
exploit your name.
I will still
be used
by you!
Nonsense!
Your charity,
your techniques
to help me?
To manage me!
All of these
with you stronger
at my expense!
This is a perfect
example of why
Your vision is
blurred, Professor!
You are
about to make
a mistake!
Then go
already!
You crazed
deluded creature!
Shabbat Shalom.
[screaming]
Come here!
[laughs]
[banging]
he's dying
in my hotel!
Get me
some ice!
Dear God!
Bring me
some blankets!
[moan]
Herr Professor.
[gasp]
Professor Nietzsche.
friedrich!
[gasp]
You will
feel better.
[gasping]
Help me.
[gasp]
have died.
I shall be in
your office tomorrow
Before my train
leaves for Basel.
Basel?
Yes.
Not until
this crisis
is over.
[waltz music]
You know,
part of me
holds some--
bizarre creature
overcome his
own suffering,
I might
defeat my own,
in Vienna.
One feels
things at 4O
at 25.
There must
be a way.
Perhaps if you'd
fully disclosed
yourself to Nietzsche,
Once you
gain his trust,
he might
open up like
a steamed clam.
I think I know
a way, Siggy.
I think
I know
a way.
Your documents
and receipts,
Herr Professor.
Auf Wiedersehen.
Auf Wiedersehen.
[door opens]
Professor Nietzsche.
May I have a word
before you leave?
I have a proposition
to make, Professor,
to his patient.
I propose a
professional exchange.
to my mind.
What do
you mean?
you philosophy?
Heal me.
Of what?
Despair.
I see
no despair.
Not on
the surface.
But underneath,
my mind is invaded
by alien thoughts.
I'm terrified
of death, yet--
I often think
of ending my life.
I cannot help
you with this.
I've no training.
Who is trained?
Such healing
is not a part of
What do
I know
of this?
on despair?
to tolerate it.
Then teach me
how to tolerate
a life
of despair.
to save humankind
from illusion
and aimlessness.
To create
a new code
of behavior.
A new morality
free of superstition.
You enter
my clinic
for 30 days.
In return,
you become
my physician,
and help
me talk about
my life's concerns.
Look.
I'm indebted
to you--
more than
any man.
You saved
my life.
I'm just
a writer.
I'm not
a doctor.
saving my life.
The way I
saved yours,
So what?
I do this
for you to--
relieve my debt?
My motivation--
is entirely
self-serving.
I want
to save
my life,
to do this?
(Breuer)
I will persuade him
that he is
the only one
Then I will
reverse the roles.
and I will be
the physician.
turns to you
to cure his despair?
healing in unburdening.
Look at
the Catholics.
for centuries.
Nietzsche is
a solitary man.
Yet a few
nights ago
he opened up
to me.
A real plea
for help.
Help me.
What you saw were
his unconscious desires.
could scream
for help
in daylight.
The goal of
my talking cure
is to liberate those
buried desires,
help--openly.
(Sigmund)
But is "liberation Integration"
Isn't it "integration"
that we are after?
Integration of
the unconscious
Yes!
Yes, Sigmund!
Very good.
Take a seat.
As well.
I made a list
of your complaints,
Six, urges
toward suicide,
Anything else?
I feel--
completely--
Trapped in a world
not of my
own choosing,
And is that
One more
problem or two?
You make me
feel uncomfortable.
It is my task
to make you
feel comfortless.
is all wrong.
Mr. Breuer,
we made
an agreement.
"Mr." Breuer?
Do you want
us to proceed,
Mr. Breuer?
You've mentioned
your wife last,
Which tells me
it begins there.
What initiated
this change--
in your feelings
toward her?
[gentle thunder]
[clears throat]
of a young woman.
This patient
--I gave her the
pseudonym Anna O. --
hysterical behavior,
[screams]
(Breuer)
During our daily
meetings, she--
opened up to me,
She had the details
She called
these confessions
"chimney-sweeping."
[clears throat]
Unfortunately,
the course
of treatment
was terminated
I fell in love
with my patient.
with my wife.
[heavy breathing]
Bertha.
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
I'm pregnant!
(mother)
Bertha!
(Bertha)
Here comes Dr. Breuer's
little baby!
Bertha!
No!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Bertha!
her illness.
But my wife
forbade me
What did
you do?
doctor anymore,
But I've done
nothing wrong.
Of course
you haven't.
of mine.
He will take
good care
of you.
Please don't
let me go.
I have no choice.
my life. Always.
I had done.
Crippled.
and deeds.
she is exonerated.
from everything.
Who has
damaged whom?
Who has
weakened whom?
call her--
An excellent beginning.
He even developed
a list of my problems,
Breuer is
a curious mix,
He's possessed
by a woman who
[chuckles]
And he licks
[Nietzsche,
laughing hard]
Tchaikovsky!
Why?
Swan Lake!
[bells ringing]
[Breuer screams
and Nietzsche laughs]
Josef, look!
We're running
out of time!
[thunder]
Backwards!
Look at the time!
Faster, Josef!
Pedal faster!
Throw away
your shackles!
[gasping
and thunder]
(Breuer)
I feared that after
yesterday's confessions,
you would
think less of me.
Do not worry
about what others
think of you.
I do
not object
to sex.
What I hate
is the man
He surrenders himself
to some crafty woman
Lust is part
of life!
the development
of the hero
which is
inside you!
must be overcome!
(Breuer)
Be more practical.
your books!
to practical use,
Are they
mutually exclusive?
prepare yourself
for some pain.
of the herd.
[soft playing]
Look at
this tree.
It requires
stormy weather
if it is to attain
its proud height.
Learn, creativity
and discovery,
But they
come in pain!
(Breuer)
I wish for
simple things.
To sleep
without nightmares
[sigh]
to live
without tension.
Lie down.
Why?
It's the
best inducement
Let us
imagine
An icy
mountain peak,
And we see
this little man
He's looking
into the horror
of his existence.
He is encountering
times that are endured.
[thunder]
But he sees
too much.
This insignificance,
this mere
little speck
that he is.
[loud thunder]
that he welcomes
lust into his mind.
He begins to spend
his time recollecting
these miracles,
Her lips.
of ideas
becomes clogged
now with trash.
Of Bertha.
As if it contained
the answer
to his prayers,
Well, what do
you think
of this man?
Josef, open
your eyes.
Talk to me,
Josef.
This is
my way.
Where is yours?
He said it
was the best way
Interesting.
He is honoring
his contract,
but offers
no support,
My confessions
have failed
to produce
own obsession.
with him?
Not at all.
I'm a physician,
Siggy.
my pleasure.
But Josef,
I've read
his books.
He has more
penetrating knowledge
of mankind
be, perhaps
[woman sings
in foreign language]
[heavy rain
and thunder]
Josef?
[pigeons cooing]
[crashing thunder]
Josef? It's
after midnight.
Soon.
Dr. Breuer!
Dr. Breuer!
Where is
my wife?
Your wife--
is in the house!
Mathilde!
Mathilde!
(Bertha)
You'll always be
Always,
(Bertha)
You'll never regret
Never.
[ship siren]
[crashing thunder]
I feel healthy.
I wish to waste
none of our
precious time
on these physical
exams, hm?
Uh, before
we begin,
I like that.
Should we use
first names?
Friedrich or--?
Fritz.
Friedrich.
My best friend
at school was
called Friedrich.
He used
to call me the lad
of infinite promise.
What happened
to the lad?
He became
a successful doctor.
And respected,
And rich,
I have fulfilled
my goals, yes.
Am I satisfied?
No.
No, don't--
don't think.
lust chimney-sweep,
Hm.
Goals are
part of my culture.
them in.
Like every
young Jewish boy,
I wanted to climb
out of the ghetto
to succeed.
My father was
the great teacher
of my life.
No, Papa.
No, Josef.
I won't encourage
bad habits.
But I never
chose goals.
They were
just there, like--
like an accident.
of your goals
is just that,
let your life
be an accident.
What is
wrong, Josef?
of the obvious.
Time is irreversible,
I'm in lockstep
with all people
Knowing that as
my death approaches,
no purpose.
On the contrary,
As death
creeps closer,
the value
of life increases.
of life.
Be passionate.
Be a free
thinking spirit.
Rise above
your limitations.
Be the Ubermensch.
Hm? Please.
Please, Fraulein.
Will you take
a seat?
The Russian
is here.
[chiming]
Good afternoon,
Frau Pettik. Please
take a seat.
Herr Schubert,
hello.
Please, understand,
I'm very sorry.
frau Pettik,
the doctor
What a pleasure.
I had forgotten,
Then look
more carefully
this time.
I'm distressed
at having so little
The price
of success,
Dr. Breuer.
You like to
live dangerously.
so that I could
arrange a proper
I am concerned
about our patient.
Our patient?
since our
last meeting?
He writes
as if to punish me.
or spirit,
incapable of love,
a predator clothed
as a house cat."
Why does he
regard me as
such a monster?
I deserve to know
the outcome
of my efforts.
The outcome
of your experiment.
but I must
return to
my work.
Where is he?
Or the state
of his condition.
You turn
your back
to me.
I cannot violate
my patient's--privacy.
[slam]
(Sigmund)
Perhaps you are
not capable
of being hypnotized.
Perhaps,
Hm. And?
He berates me
for feeding at
is rummaging
through the trash
of his own mind.
You think he
should answer
with him.
I have become
the more urgent case.
(male voice)
General.
Trying to kill
myself, sir.
Yes, sir.
[gun cocks]
[cocks again]
General, help
me please!
the general
was you.
A symbol of
your unwillingness
to join me
in a down-to-earth
manner perhaps?
Be open
with me.
I presume that,
like all men,
you've suffered
from love-sickness.
Yes.
And?
I must know.
"Be a man.
Do not follow me,
Teaching philosophy
and using it
are Very
different undertakings.
of superstition,
Unfortunately, the
theatrical director
of my mind,
with Bertha
is unaffected
by reason.
Of course not.
for what reason
will a man
could love
such a cripple?
Bertha is intelligent,
beautiful, loving!
Loving?
How?
She tried
to seduce you
into adultery.
She almost
destroyed you,
don't forget
to bring your whip.
is to hate life.
Bertha is
a fine woman.
because of her
father's death?
[happy laughter]
(Bertha)
You will always be
(Breuer)
friedrich, I need
your help.
Attack my obsession,
It's ruining me!
Yes!
without question.
Absolutely.
Sit.
Please.
[sigh]
Imagine--your life--
with Bertha.
But I don't
want to!
Please, Josef.
Relax.
Now, you're
starting your day.
You're having
your breakfast,
with Anna O.
at her.
To her face?!
Yes.
What?
Like "ugly?"
Precisely.
Ugly, yes.
Ugly.
Scream it out!
Ugly!
Stupid!
Cow!
Whore!
Sow!
Cross-eyed!
Monster!
Cripple!
That's nine.
One more.
Idiot!!
Good. How is
she responding?
I love you.
each morning,
Cross-eyed,
Mutant.
Hallucinating.
Suffering!
[screaming]
as she does
each day,
Ooh.
Hi, Josef.
[farts]
to think of her,
Say it!
Go away!
Pinch yourself!
Pinch yourself!
Pinch yourself
as hard as
you can!
Go away!
I hate you!
Listen. If you're
ever alone
I hate you!!
I hate you!
I hate you!!
I hate you!
I hate you!!
Louder!
Say it.
I hate you,
Say it! Josef, if you are
ever alone, you begin
to think of her,
Go--away!!
I hate you!!
I love you,
(Breuer)
Go away!
I hate you!
What are
we waiting
for, Fishman?
(fishman)
Yeah, ho!
Hm.
Your heart
is strong.
But mine
is close
to bursting.
After yesterday,
I feel like a bear
It's true.
I've lowered you.
And myself.
And a teacher
should be
a raiser of men.
We are
missing something.
Yes, we've neglected
to understand
the meaning
How can we
discover the
meaning of something
that I myself
have concealed?
By talking
about it.
was no Bertha?
would be
a colorless one.
Everything would
be decided.
I'm a scientist.
Yet science has
no color.
I need passion!
I need magic!
That's what
Bertha represents.
But he is
expecting me.
I live my
life safely.
Living safely
is what's dangerous.
Living safely
is dangerous?
Nietzsche, there is
no Professor
Nietzsche here.
Check again.
There is
no Professor
Nietzsche here.
Perhaps Bertha
represents my
desire to escape
Time is our
burden, Josef.
spite of it.
I hate women
with lips.
Why do you
show me this?
of lips,
Powers to
do what?
When I'm
with her,
I feel that
I'm in the center
of an orderly,
tranquil universe.
An intensely
beautiful place
where there
are no questions
Like walking
on clouds.
Where do your
thoughts go now?
Her eyes--
they glisten,
She says--
"Josef,
And in
that moment,
I am.
dreamed of us
making love,
I was ecstatic.
What a victory,
To enter a place
where no man
friedrich,
I once knew
a woman who could
Tell me more
about this woman.
What was
her name?
Do you still
love her?
We are more
in love with desire,
[opera music]
(Breuer)
Si99y.
These sessions
with Nietzsche
have become
the center
of my day.
Why?
The relief
of disclosure.
Perhaps in 5O years
this talking cure
I thought
I could
help him.
No longer.
He has everything
to offer me.
I'm wondering
if part of this
talking cure
to his doctor.
Shh.
What would it
be to live as
Nietzsche lives?
No house.
No obligations,
No wife.
No responsibilities.
(Lou)
"Goodbye, my
dear Lou.
(Nietzsche3
"And this sword
But I hope
you will make
good to Henry,
(Nietzsche)
Yes!
Wagner.
You tyrant!
You tyrant!
You antisemite!
I hate you!
I hate you!
[loud music]
[Nietzsche,
shouting,
no music]
Wagner,
You make
music sick,
[music]
Hate.
Hate.
Hate.
[gasping]
Fritz.
Fritz.
[music]
late.
Fritz!
Hate!
Look at me!
Talk to my animals.
Fritz!
late.
(Breuer)
I visit my parents'
me today?
She died
when I
was three.
No conscious memories.
[thunder]
My mother
is hardly
real to me.
Bertha Pappenheim
is the most real
thing in my life.
I think
your obsession
with Bertha
I had a dream.
and my father
rises up,
and he runs
to this church.
It's where
he preached,
And he grabbed
this small child,
I always believed
that this dream
predicted my
brother's death, but
I suspect it
was my own--
it was my
own fear.
I was
that boy.
[thunder]
In my
father's arms.
where you--
plunge towards
the closed coffin.
Who is inside
the coffin?
I don't remember.
to your death?
Or perhaps
your mother?
Who, Josef?
Who is inside
the coffin?
I can still
see her face.
She's smiling
at me.
Hm.
Your mother?
[trembling breaths]
I never really
let her go.
I am of death--
and godlessness.
We must die.
But at the
right time.
one has
your life?
I have achieved
a great deal.
Or have you
been lived
by it?
I cannot change
my life!
I have my family,
my patients!
Students.
I cannot tell
you how to
live differently.
If I did,
you'd still be living
but perhaps
I could give you
a gift, Josef.
have lived it
in the past,
There will
be nothing
new in it.
or great thing
like an hourglass
of time.
Imagine infinity.
you choose
for all time.
would remain--
inside you.
Unlived,
Throughout eternity,
You like
this idea?
Do you
hate it?
Which?
I hate it!
Why?
is the thought
and children.
Duty?
Your duty
is a sham.
To truly build
your children,
you build
yourself. First.
And be
broken by it.
Hm?
(Sigmund)
Are you sure
about this?
To continue
with the sense
Fly! Fly!
Fly!
You're free!
You're free!
(Mathilde)
free them?
This is madness,
Suddenly I find
that I am old.
I am facing death
without having
lived my life!
my life?
We made a covenant
to share our lives.
joke of freedom.
I wish I had
your freedom.
Freedom of a man
to obtain
an education.
To choose
a profession.
I wish I had
the vocabulary,
the logic
to express
just how foolish
you sound!
Mathilde, if I
am able to
find my life
we will both
be better off.
Perhaps I will
come back
to this life.
But it must be
my choice!
What choices
does a deserted
wife have?
You will be
as free
as I am!
We have
three children!
Mathilde, I should
have been I before
I became we!
Words! Words!
You cannot live
in words!
I choose
my life, too.
And I choose
to tell you
because it will
no longer be
your home!
be your wife!
Mama!
Say goodbye
to your father,
children.
Forever.
Please, Papa,
don't leave.
[weeping]
Robert.
Goodbye, my
little chickens.
I only have
one life!
(Breuer)
Nietzsche is right.
This is my one
and only life.
Thank you.
I love you.
my life.
Josef!
How are you?
(Nietzsche)
Having doubts, Josef?
How could I
have given
up everything?
You'd given up
everything long
And nothing
is everything.
In order to grow
strong, you
must first
But learn to
face your
loneliest loneliness,
[weeping]
My wife.
My children.
How could I
have left them?
Waiter.
Josef?
Dr. Breuer?
Josef!
Where are
you going?!
(Sigmund)
Josef, come back?
Josef!
Josef!
Look out!
Josef!
Josef!
Come back!
Josef!
Josef!
Josef, listen
to me.
[choking]
Eight,
Seven,
Six,
five,
four,
three,
One,
[gasping]
You're wide
awake now.
Where am I?
Where am I?
Everything's alright,
Josef.
Siggy--
what's happening
to me?
You are in
your house.
I did exactly
as you instructed.
I hypnotized you
using your watch
as a pendulum.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes, I remember.
How long
was I under?
Nearly an hour.
You wept,
you looked frightened,
I asked you
if you wanted
to stop,
[gasps]
Now I know
what it would
be like--
to live differently.
Mathilde.
You complain
you don't see
enough of me.
Yet, when
I'm here,
you want
to desert me?
I've been
away, my dear.
But now
I am back.
I'm glad
you're here.
Dr. Freud,
my husband
needs a doctor.
To your health,
my boy.
(Max)
And to
you, Josef.
Cheers.
Oh!
Mmm.
My boy, my boy.
Excuse me.
[trembling breaths]
[breathes in
sharply]
Have I made
you cry?
It's a good cry.
It's sad too.
When I think
how long it's been-
And I choose
to do it again.
Today.
of our lives.
(Nietzsche)
So, tell me, how
I fought back
but blindly.
In desperation,
I attacked my wife
who had
no rescue
to give!
In a certain sense,
I've betrayed you,
I have been
so dishonest
with you.
Completely.
I was
myself involved
with a woman.
A few months ago.
Her name
was Lou.
Not so unlike
your Bertha.
Beautiful girl.
I fell in love.
My soul's mate,
destined and--
I believed her,
in favor of
my best friend--
in the world.
[thunder]
is not--
where I do
not think
of that woman.
all alone.
Friedrich, there is
something I must
tell you.
Dr. Breuer?
These are
my private letters.
Yes, but I
refused her.
So all of this
was just
a pretense.
I made a promise
to help you.
I never betrayed
that promise.
by the arm?
I shared one,
one holy moment
with her,
No one fell
in love with
Friedrich, it may
have been a holy
What are
you saying?
No.
I feel such
a loss.
Hm.
I don't know.
I think I've
lost Lou.
And you.
Everything, I lose.
I could have
[indistinct]
And you
have a family.
my pretenses.
My secret little
ways of tolerating
my aloneness.
By its stench.
It's just
an illusion.
Friedrich.
It's such
an illusion.
friedrich,
She does care
about you,
She went
to extremes
to help you.
If your tears
had a voice,
I feel so ashamed.
Tell me.
My tears
would say
we're free.
You never
let us out,
It's such
a relief!
my loneliness.
It's melting.
It's melting away.
It's a paradox,
Isolation exists
only in isolation.
Once shared,
it evaporates.
My dear friend.
We are friends.
I like it.
I like it.
We are friends.
Friedrich.
It's good.
Have supper
with me and
my family.
my mission.
It's time
we went
our ways.
"This is as
it ought to be.
the fact
"as if we had
to be ashamed
of it.
are subject."
My dear friend.