Antichrist

How are you?

Didn't we just talk about that?

That was yesterday.

Today is Tuesday.

So I've been here long?

A month.

Wayne says that

my grief pattern is atypical.

Yeah.

Gotta talk with Wayne.

I think he gives you too much medication,

way too much.

Stop it, please.

Trust others to be smarter than you.

He's straight out of medical school,

he don't know what he's doing.

I've treated ten times

as many patients as he has.

But you're not a doctor.

No, I'm not.

And I'm proud that I'm not

when I meet a doctor like him.

There is nothing atypical about your grief.

It was my fault.

What about me?

I was there, too.

I could have stopped him.

No.

You didn't know that he

started waking up lately.

I was aware that he would sometimes

wake up

and crawl out of bed...

and walk about...

just as you thought

that he was soundly asleep.

He could open the baby gate.

He...

He woke up...

and... was confused...

Hey!

Dr. Wayne says he wants me back home.

You couldn't leave it, could you?

You had to meddle.

This place leads nowhere.

On the contrary.

Grief...

It's not a disease,

it's a natural, healthy reaction.

You can't just remove it, you mustn't.

Wayne knows you're a therapist.

He says you shouldn't treat your own family.

In principle I agree, but...

But you're just so much smarter, aren't you?

I love you.

Nothing hurts more than

to see the one that you love

subjected to mistakes and wrongs.

No therapist can know

as much about you as I do.

- It hurts.

- I know.

There's no way around it.

I want to talk to -

I'm not gonna let you do that.

Will it just go on and on?

No. No, it'll change.

Will it get any worse?

Yes, it will.

You've always been distant from me and Nick.

Ever I come to think of it...

very, very distant.

Okay.

Can you give me some examples from this?

Hell, that's not that difficult to understand.

Last summer, for instance...

You were terribly distant last summer.

As a father, and as a husband.

And that was Nick's last summer

you missed that on.

Too bad.

I never interested you...

until now...

that I'm your patient.

Perhaps I'm not supposed to

talk about these things.

There is nothing you can't talk about.

You're indifferent to whether

your child is alive or dead.

I bet you have a lot of clever

therapist replies to that, haven't you?

Well, actually...

it was to honor your wish.

You wanted peace to write.

Perhaps I didn't mean it.

What I understood...

is that you wanted to write alone.

That you and Nick were going to go to Eden,

just the two of you.

That way, you could finish your thesis.

But I didn't.

You didn't?

You see?

You didn't even know that.

Why did you give up? That's not like you.

The whole project just seemed

less important up there.

As you said,

when I had told you about my subject:

"Glib".

I never called your subject "glib".

Perhaps you didn't use that word,

but that's what you meant.

And all of a sudden, it was glib.

Or even was some, some kind of lie.

I see.

No, you don't see.

You see a lot of things, but not that.

Inhale. On a count of five...

call me, call me.

Just... follow me, do it with me. Inhale.

Inhale, on a count to five...

Inhale. Two...

Stay with me, stay with me.

I'm gonna teach you how to breathe.

Inhale.

Imagine,

imagine you're blowing

on your thistle plumes...

calmly, quietly...

Yes, yes, that's good. That's good.

That's very good.

I told you there would be a change.

You're still mourning

but you're in a new phase.

What phase?

Anxiety.

Anxiety?

Yes.

This is physical.

It's dangerous.

No, it's not dangerous.

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