Antichrist Page #2
conceive and believe, it can achieve.
What's wrong?
Ground is burning.
The ground is not burning.
Gotta go.
I want to lie down, just for a minute.
Sure.
Yeah, we'll take a rest.
Shouldn't we go home?
Yeah.
Yeah, we should.
Slowly...
Stay with it.
I know it hurts.
Stay! Stay in there!
It's just the stupid acorns.
What are you doing?
I'm just...
setting up a little exercise.
It's... it's like a...
It's like a game.
You cheated me yesterday.
Running is not good.
You have to really feel the grass.
I want you to go from this stone...
to this stone.
Pretty scary, huh?
You're ready?
Yeah.
I'll give you a ride.
I'll put you on the first stone.
Stay with me.
Here we go.
Now put your foot down. I got you.
I got you. I'm right here.
I can't do this.
Yes, you can.
You can and you will. Just like I will.
We're gonna walk together.
We're gonna walk together, okay? Now...
Alright now, breathe.
Let's step off the rock.
And step on that grass.
Step down.
See? What happened?
Keep breathing. Keep, keep breathing.
I've got you.
You're really doing great.
Okay? Keep breathing.
Five, five and five.
You're almost there.
You're almost there. You're doing great.
...Five.
We're there, we are there.
There, you told me.
You did it.
You learned something.
Didn't you?
You did beautifully.
You did beautifully.
I miss him so much.
I've been afraid of here before.
Yes, it seems likely.
I just didn't know it was fear.
I became afraid, and I stopped writing.
What was different, the last time?
I heard a sound.
Nick?
Nick!
Nick!
Nick!
Nick!
You didn't hear Nick screaming.
Apparently not.
And because you experienced something
that you can't explain rationally,
you placed Eden very high
on the pyramid chart.
Eden was the catalyst
that triggered your fear.
You jumped to conclusions...
and tied the emotional event with a place.
When you feel threat, it's natural to react.
If the danger were real,
your fear would save your life,
because your adrenaline would
be used for fight or flight.
But what you're experiencing
is panic, nothing more.
The scream wasn't real.
Stop!
Calm down.
You shouldn't have come here.
You're just so damn arrogant.
But this may not last.
Have you thought of that?
Oak trees grow to be hundreds of years old.
They only have to produce one single tree
every hundred years in order to propagate.
May sound benign to you, but
it was a big thing for me to realize that
when I was out here with Nick.
The acorns fell on the roof then, too...
kept falling, and falling,
and dying, and dying.
And I understood that...
everything that used to be
beautiful about Eden,
was perhaps hideous.
Now I could hear
what I couldn't hear before.
The cry of all the things that are to die.
It's all... very touching...
if it was a children's book.
Acorns don't cry.
You know that as well as I do.
That's what fear is.
Your thoughts distort reality...
not the other way around.
Satan's Church -
Satan? Jesus!
Nature is Satan's Church.
What?
Well, there you have him.
That was his brother.
Nick?
He drifted away from me the last time.
He was always out and about.
He might have made more of an effort
to be there for me.
You look like you slept well.
Thanks, I did.
I just wanted to say how happy
I am that you're here.
I love you, darling.
Did you have a good sleep?
I've just been having a lot of...
crazy dreams.
Dreams are of no interest
in modern psychology.
Freud is dead, isn't he?
Yeah.
What are you doing?
Look!
I'm well again.
I'm cured.
I see clearer.
I'm fine.
You can't just be happy for me, can you?
Chaos reigns.
I'd like to do one more exercise.
It's like role playing.
My role...
is...
all the thoughts that provoke your fear...
Yours...
is rational thinking.
I am nature...
All the things that you call nature.
Okay, Mr. Nature.
What do you want?
To hurt you as much as I can.
How?
How do you think?
By frightening me?
By killing you.
Nature can't harm me.
You're just the whole greenery outside.
No, I'm more than that.
I don't understand.
I'm outside, but also...
within.
I'm nature of all human beings.
Oh, that kind of nature.
The kind of nature that
causes people to do
evil things against women.
That's exactly who I am.
That kind of nature interested me
a lot when I was up here.
That kind of nature
was the subject to my thesis.
But you shouldn't underestimate Eden.
What did Eden do?
I discovered something else
in my material than I expected.
If human nature is evil,
then that goes as well...
for the nature of...
Of the women?
Female nature?
The nature of all the sisters.
Women do not control their own bodies -
Nature does.
I have it in writing in my books.
The literature that you used in your research
was about evil things committed against women.
But you read it as proof of the evil of women?
You were supposed to be critical of
those texts, that was your thesis.
Instead you're embracing it.
Do you know what you're saying?
Forget it.
I do not know why I said it.
I can't work anymore now.
Hit me.
What?
Hit me so it hurts.
No.
Hit me, please.
No!
I can't stand it.
I don't want to. I don't want to.
Then you don't love me.
Okay.
Maybe I don't love you.
Yeah.
Again.
Again.
The Sisters from Regensburg
could start a hail storm.
I'm not gonna continue this
if you don't listen to me.
Good and evil...
have nothing to do with therapy.
You know how many innocent women
were killed in the sixteenth century alone,
just for being women?
I'm sure you do. Many.
Not because they were evil.
I know.
It's just, sometimes, I forget.
The evil you talk about is an obsession.
Obsessions never materialize.
It's a scientific fact.
Anxieties can't trick you into doing things
you won't do otherwise.
It's like hypnotism.
You can't be hypnotized into doing
something you wouldn't...
normally do, something against your nature.
You understand me?
Yeah, I think so.
You think so? Well, you don't have to
understand me, just trust me.
What's this?
It's from the medical officer
It's a copy of the autopsy report.
The autopsy?
They performed an autopsy?
I didn't wanna tell you,
because you weren't feeling well.
Well... What did they find?
Nothing that would have any...
bearing on the case.
The only abnormality
in the victim is a slight deformity
of the bones in his feet, of an earlier date.
We did not attach any significance to this.
You are aware that you put Nick's
shoes on wrong in this picture?
It's right. How weird...
A slip of the mind that day?
How weird.
Herself.
Bastard! You're leaving me, aren't you?
You bastard!
You're leaving me!
I'm not.
I'm helping you.
- You're leaving me, aren't you?
- No!
- I love you.
- I don't believe you!
Yes.
I don't believe you!
I don't f***ing believe you!
Where are you?
You bastard!
Where are you?
Where are you?
Where are you?
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