The Medic

Synopsis: The story is set in June 1983. Famous surgeon Jean-Marie Desprée was left by his wife 1 month ago and now he works in a modern movable hospital, where the 3rd world war is taking place.
 
IMDB:
5.4
Year:
1979
90 min
8 Views


[silence]

[hypnotist]

Close your eyes.

Make sure you're in

a comfortable position,

either sitting

or lying down.

Somewhere quiet,

where you won't

be disturbed.

Somewhere you can feel

safe and relaxed.

You should not

listen to this recording

or operating

heavy machinery.

Now, let's begin by

taking a deep breath in.

Feel your chest and your lungs

fill with air as you feel

a wave of relaxation

wash over your entire body.

Hold it.

Now, slowly exhale.

As you take another deep breath,

I want you to picture yourself

in a beautiful forest.

The leaves and the branches

dance faintly

in the breeze.

Rays of sunlight

peak through the forest canopy,

warming the ground below.

A long, slow, winding river

weaves its way carelessly down

through the forest.

I want you to imagine yourself

in the river.

The clear water

surrounds you.

You submerse yourself completely,

allowing all the sounds

of the world

to fade away

into gentle relaxation.

As you reemerge, you leave all

your stress and fears behind you,

to be carried away

with the current.

Continue to breathe deeply,

allowing yourself to relax

more and more

with every breath.

[birds chirping]

[automatic gunfire]

[whizzing bullets]

Ahhhhh!

[automatic gunfire]

[gunfire continues]

In... and... out.

Nice and slow.

Allow the forest

to slowly engulf you.

Take a moment to listen

to the beautiful sounds of nature,

of all the life

that surrounds you.

[soldier screaming]

[intermittent gunfire]

[birds chirping]

[screaming continues]

[gunfire, screaming]

[birds chirping]

You feel the energy

of each and every tree

flowing through your body

as you walk between them.

And as the positive energy

of the forest

passes through you,

you feel all your negativity

and bad energy fade away.

[whirring rotors]

[soldier softly muttering in Vietnamese]

[birds chirping]

[automatic gunfire]

Imagine birds,

gliding by carelessly

in the sky above.

You become one with them,

and all the other

creatures of the forest

as they impart

a sense of carelessness

onto you.

[birds chirping]

Allow your breathing to become more natural

as relaxation takes over completely.

All the way from your toes and your shins

through your knees and your thighs.

It surges up

through your hips and your waist,

moving calmly into your stomach and chest.

You feel your fingertips tingle

and your forearms rest heavy.

It moves through your upper arms

and your shoulders,

into your back and your neck,

relaxing you deeply.

It continues to your mouth and your nose,

through to your eyes and your ears,

all the way to the tip of your head.

[distant gunfire]

[birds chirping]

Now, as your body lies completely relaxed,

and your mind is quieted and wandered free,

you feel like the first man or woman

to ever walk the Earth.

You, too, have become an animal.

[rustling grass]

As I begin to count backwards from ten,

I want you to

picture yourself as that animal,

whatever it may be.

I am going to relax you even further,

even further than you ever thought possible,

as we begin to explore

who you are, who you want to be,

or what you want to achieve in your life.

Ten...

Nine...

[stabbing sound]

[pained groan]

Eight...

[grunt]

[heavy breathing]

Seven...

[gunfire]

[struggling]

Six...

[grunts]

Five...

Four...

[struggling continues]

Three...

[groan]

[light squish sound]

Two...

[helicopter rotors]

[distant screaming]

One...

You are completely relaxed.

[ferocious yell, echoing]

of all the things you have in your life...

Sh*t. Sorry.

That's all good.

What's up?

More nightmares?

F***in' p*ssy.

[laughs]

Yeah, I was like a...

...soldier, in a war...

I don't really remember.

I can't even imagine that.

I mean, I could take a life.

I just prefer saving 'em.

[laughs]

Okay.

I don't know what my problem is,

I just haven't been sleeping lately.

Nah, it's the shift work, man.

It fucks you up.

Yeah, I guess.

I don't know.

You hear from Tracy yet?

No, not yet.

I think I'm going to call her again.

Two more hours, shift's over 'til tomorrow.

Yeah, never ends.

[gentle arrangement ]

[phone beeps, dialing]

[ringing]

I'm either at work, sleeping,

or partying with my girls.

You know what to do.

[Dylan]

Copy that, dispatch.

We're on our way now, over.

[engine starts]

Ah, we got a three-month-old

fitting on the north side.

Let's go.

[wailing siren]

[sound from television, indistinct]

we interrupt this program

to, ah...

How was your night?

Good.

What'd you get up to?

I told you I was going out with Tay.

Right.

How was that?

Fine.

...in my 25 years

of reporting,

I have never seen

anything like this before,

in our city.

We are follow up

the reports of some...

I'm just trying to finish something.

Okay.

How was your night?

Ah, it was okay, I guess.

Kind of slow.

I listened to that relaxation tape you got me.

Neat.

...multiple impacts

across the globe, as well...

Hey, um...

How come you didn't answer

any of my calls or texts?

...keeping people away.

They're barricaded from the impact zone.

- Babe?

- Shh.

...I understand with

a ten kilometer radius

outside the area,

until the military arrives.

You can see the military

has been deployed, uh,

to patrol the impact zones.

Now early-

There have been early reports

of a world wide

terrorist attack.

Uh, we can...

...again, this is the first time

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Jean Freustié

Jean Freustié, also known as Jean Pierre Teurlay (October 3, 1914 in Libourne (Gironde) – June 5, 1983 in Paris) was a French writer and literary critic. He won the 1969 Prix du roman de la société des gens de lettres, and 1970 Prix Renaudot, for Isabelle ou l'arrière-saison. more…

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