A Dangerous Method

Good morning.

I'm Dr. Jung.

I admitted you yesterday.

I'm...

I'm not... I'm not mad, you know.

Let me explain what I have in mind.

I propose that we meet here, most days...

...to talk for an hour or two.

- Talk? - Yes. Just talk.

See if we can identify what's troubling you.

So as to distract you as little as possible...

...I'm gonna sit there, behind you. I'm gonna ask you...

...to try not to turn around and look at me under any circumstances.

Now...

Have you any idea...

...what may have brought on these attacks you suffer from?

Hum... Humiliation.

Any... Any kind of...

Of humiliation.

I can't bear to see it and it makes me feel nauseated.

I... I start pouring with sweat, cold sweat.

My... My...

My... My... My father...

...lost his temper all the time.

He was always angry with...

When you stopped talking just now...

...did a thought come into your head?

I don't know.

Or an image, perhaps.

Was it an image?

Yes. Yes.

What was the image?

It was... It was a hand. My...

MY'...

My... My father's hand.

Why do you think you saw that?

When... Whenever he would...

After... Whenever he...

Whenever he hit us...

...afterwards we had to...

We had to kiss his hand.

What's odd is, that case I was writing up last week...

...I happened to pick the code name "Sabina S."

And here she is, Sabina Spielrein.

Quite a coincidence.

As you know, I don't believe there is such a thing.

Spielrein's not a very Russian name.

No, Jewish.

Father's a very successful import-export man.

And she's exceptionally well-educated.

Speaks fluent German.

Aspires to be a doctor herself apparently.

Perhaps she's the one.

- What one? - The one you've been looking for.

For your experimental treatment, the talking cure.

You're so astute.

I've already begun it with her.

He's kicking.

Can you feel?

Oh, yes. There he is.

What I don't understand is why Freud...

...having proposed this radical therapeutic idea...

...this talking cure, this psychanalysis...

...then lets years go by without giving an outline of his clinical procedures.

What's he playing at?

Presumably he uses the method on his patients.

No idea.

So might you be the first doctor to try this out?

It's possible.

Why don't you write and ask him?

I don't know him.

As it happens...

...Spielrein's mother wanted to take her to see Freud.

Another coincidence.

My father thinks my mother doesn't love him.

And he's right, she doesn't.

How do you know?

My angel told me.

What angel?

An... An inner voice.

He used to tell me I was an exceptional person.

For some reason, he always spoke in German.

Angels always speak German. It's traditional.

He gave me the power to know what people are going to say...

...before they open their mouths.

Useful ability for a doctor.

You hope to be a doctor someday, don't you?

- I'll never be a doctor. - Why not?

I have to go away for a while.

I'm sorry. We've just gotten started.

- Military service. We all have to do it. - It's all a waste...

- Just for a couple weeks. - It's a waste of time!

I can't tell you what you want to know!

You're just making me angry.

Even if I could tell you, you'd be sorry you ever...

Anyway, there's nothing wrong with me. I don't even want to get better!

Stop it!

- What? I was only trying to... - Will you just stop that?

I'm sorry.

- Can we get back now? - Yes, if you want to.

I need to get back.

It's a complete waste of my time.

Writing prescriptions for athlete's foot...

...and examining cocks from morning till night.

Is that what you do?

It's not good for me.

It's not good for my patients.

You're playing with your food.

I'm not hungry.

Is that so?

I shall have to tell Professor Bleuler.

Do what you like.

Please, miss. Miss, give me your hand. Come...

Please.

You'll catch your death.

Miss Spielrein?

The Herr Direktor.

I feel you may have a little too much time on your hands.

I'm a believer in getting our patients involved in some productive work.

What are your particular interests?

Suicide.

Interplanetary travel.

When Dr. Jung returns...

...I shall ask him to discuss all this with you in more detail.

You keep him away from me. I never want to see him again!

Now, come along. Don't make such a fuss.

Please. Lie still.

Hello?

I'm back.

How have you been?

I've been talking to the Herr Direktor about finding some work for you.

I told him you're interested in medicine.

He suggested you might like to assist me occasionally...

...in my research.

We're quite short-staffed, so it would certainly be a help to me.

Vienna.

Woods.

Box.

Bed.

- Money. - Bank.

Child.

Soon.

Family.

Unit.

Sex.

Male.

Wall.

Flower.

Young.

Baby...

- Ask. - Answer.

- Cap. - Wear.

Stubborn.

Give way.

Ruefulness.

Child.

- Fame. - Doctor.

Divorce.

No.

Thank you.

- Is that all? - That's all.

- How did I do? - Beautifully.

Goodbye.

Yes, goodbye.

Any preliminary observations?

Obviously what's uppermost in her mind is her pregnancy.

Good.

And she's a little...

What's the word?

Why don't we try a useful word invented by our Herr Direktor?

"Ambivalent."

Yes.

About the baby.

- Anything else? - I'd say she was worried...

...her husband might be losing interest in her.

What makes you think that?

Long reaction times to the words "family" and "divorce."

I see.

When you said "cap," she said "wear."

Might that be a reference to contraception?

You have quite a flair for this.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

Is she your wife?

I'm sorry.

Sorry?

I promised you a son on Christmas Day...

...and here she is a day late and the wrong sex.

Don't be absurd.

"A" for Agathe.

Next time, I'll give you a boy.

Can you explain why your nights have been so bad?

- I'm afraid. - Of what?

There's something in the room. Something like...

Like a cat, only it can speak.

It gets into bed with me.

Last...

Last night, it suddenly whispered something in my ear.

I couldn't hear what.

But then...