A Dangerous Method Page #4

I don't know.

You tell me.

Thank you.

I really needed that.

"Dr. Jung, rest assured that

thanks to you, I am alive and healthy.

But please, be so good as to tell

my father that I am dead.

And whatever you do, do not pass by

the oasis, without stopping to drink.

Otto.

Who is it?

A friend.

Come inside.

It's so beautiful.

I feel as though

we've always lived here.

They say we'll be able to move in

by the end of the week.

I'm sorry to be like this again.

What do you mean?

So big and unattractive.

Don't be absurd.

I expect you wish you were

a polygamist, like Otto Gross.

If I were, it would be

something quite different...

than what we have,

which is sacred.

I would have to be sure

you understood that.

I wouldn't want to know

anything about it.

I have a surprise for you.

The boat you always wanted,

with red sails.

Thank you.

Thank you for all of this.

You're a good man.

You deserve everything

that's good.

If I say something... will you promise

not to take it the wrong way?

What?

Don't you think we ought to stop...

now?

I'm married.

Obviously, I'm being deceitful.

Is it right for us

to perpetuate this deceit?

Do you want to stop?

Of course I don't.

When you make love to your wife...

how is it?

Describe it to me.

When you live under the same roof

with someone, it becomes habit.

You know it's...

always very tender.

Then this is another thing.

Another thing...

in another country.

With me,

I want you to be ferocious.

I want you to punish me.

I knew it was a boy this time.

I told you.

I believed you.

Will you come back to us now?

Pity.

I should never have sent

Doctor Gross to you.

I blame myself.

No, I'm very grateful you did.

All those provocative discussions

helped crystallize a lot of my thinking.

Hm.

Did he really send you his hotel bill?

Only for a couple of nights.

He's an addict.

I can see that now.

He can only end by doing great harm

to our movement.

You realize this makes you

undisputed Crown Prince, don't you?

My son and daddy?

I'm not sure

I deserve such an accolade.

Don't say another word.

I often take my walk up here.

It's inspired some of my best ideas.

You mustn't think

I have a closed mind.

I have absolutely no objection

to your studying telepathy...

or parapsychology

to your heart's content.

But I would make the point

that our own field is so embattled...

that it can only be dangerous

to stray into any kind of mysticism.

Don't you see?

We have to stay within...

the most rigorously

scientific confines.

You all right?

Yes,

but I can't agree with you.

Why should we draw some arbitrary line

and rule out whole areas of investigation?

Precisely, because the world

is full of enemies...

looking for any way they can

to discredit us.

And the moment they see us abandon

the firm ground of sexual theory...

to wallow in the black mud

of superstition they will pounce.

As far as I'm concerned, even to raise

these subjects is professional suicide.

- You must...

- I knew that was going to happen!

What?

I felt something like that

was going to happen.

I had a kind of

burning in my stomach.

What're you talking about?

It's the heating.

The wood in the bookcase

just cracked,

- that's all.

- No.

It's what's known as a

catalytic exteriorization phenomenon.

A what?

A catalytic exteriorization phenomenon.

Don't be ridiculous.

My diaphragm

started to glow red hot.

Nonesense.

And another thing...

it's going to happen again.

What?

In a minute,

it's going to happen again.

My dear young friend, this is exactly

the kind of thing I'm talking about.

You must promise...

You see?

That's just...

You really can't be serious.

There are so many mysteries,

so much further to go.

Please.

We can't be too careful.

We can't afford to wander

into these speculative areas.

Telepathy, singing bookcases,

fairies at the bottom of the garden.

It won't do.

It won't do.

There's a poem by Lermontov

keeps going round my head,

about...

a prisoner who finally achieves...

some happiness when he succeeds

in releasing a bird from its cage.

Why do you think

this is preoccupying you?

I think it means...

that when I become a doctor...

I want more than anything...

is to give people back their freedom...

the way you gave me mine.

Right.

That's enough now.

There we go.

Fascinating.

Come along, my dear.

All the standard symptoms

of the nymphomaniac.

Yes.

Except, that whenever anyone...

responded to her advances,

she'd run a mile.

That's the puzzling feature

of the case.

Hm.

I must say it's a great pleasure

to see you in your natural habitat.

There's a rumour

running around Vienna...

that you've taken

one of your patients as a mistress.

That's absolutely untrue.

Well, of course it is.

So I've been telling everyone.

What's being said?

Oh, I don't know.

That the woman's

been bragging about it.

That somebody is sending out

anonymous letters.

The usual sort of thing.

Bound to happen sooner or later.

It's an occupational hazard.

Yes.

I hope I'd never be stupid enough

to get emotionally involved with a patient.

I'm confused.

I feel trapped.

I've trapped myself

into feeling divided, guilty.

I've never wanted you

to feel guilty.

I don't see how we can go on.

You mustn't say that.

I have some kind of illness.

Try to remember the love and patience

I showed towards you when you were ill.

- That's what I need from you now.

- Of course.

You have it always.

- Oh, please don't go.

- I must.

- I have to.

- No.

- I have to.

- No!

No.

I have to!

I can't say I'm sorry,

to say goodbye to him.

Not the easiest house-guest

we've ever had.

No.

I don't think he ever recovered

from the first view of the house.

Still... I suppose compared

to that tiny flat in Vienna.

Why did he refuse

to meet the Herr Direktor?

Oh, he's always been a great one

for bearing incomprehensible grudges.

Did he say anything to you

about anonymous letters?

Surely you didn't think I'd let you go

without putting up a fight?

Fraulein Spielrein!

Why are you doing this?

Please sit down.

And how could you

treat me this way?

Sit down.

I tried to explain

the situation to your mother.

I don't know how you dared

to say those things to her.

She came in waving an anonymous letter

demanding to know if it was true.

I told her even if it were,

the position would not be quite...

as she imagined,

since you're no longer my patient.

Of course, I'm your patient.

Technically not.

Not since I stopped charging you.

That's what she said.

I told her I didn't believe her

and she told me...

you said your fee was

I was trying to make the point

that I would take you back as a patient,

but that I could only undertake

to see you inside this office.

How can you

be so... cold and offhand?

I was trying to make her understand...

the distinction

between a patient and a friend.

Listen...

I've made a stupid mistake.

Is that what it was?

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