The Psychologist (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - I know money - full transcript

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Three minutes, that's the timeframe.
-The therapy?

Out of a 60 minute session,
three minutes are the most effective.

One, two, three.

Tutti,

I left you seven messages
and you're not getting back to me.

Where's my money?!
-Where's my money?

Lachman didn't transfer it.

You want to be
a minister's wife in September? -What?!

I'm number three on the party list.
Lapidot called me.

Mano, I haven't had time to find a sponsor.



Our agendas are the same.

I want you to meet my rabbi.
-No, no, no...

Otherwise I can't endorse you.

That's the rabbi's ruling.

Rabbi Uzi has vanished.

I know where he was two day ago,
if that helps.

What do you mean?

He said he'd be in Tel Aviv,
so we said we'd meet here.

I was stuck somewhere
and didn't make it.

But Effi was here.

I think they talked and got close...

then they did something that...

looks like...wrestling or something.

the CCTV picked up on it and



their session is recorded.

Can I have the video?
-No.

Why do you need it?
-You really have to ask?

Hi, Mano,

I want to tell you
what's happening in Safed,

get back to me.

Mano.

Mano!

Hello, I'm Dr. Tutti Lieblich.

Keren Mor

Yael Sharoni
Tzahi Grad

Uri Hochman, Guy Gurevich

Mental Incompetence

Casting Director
Bruria Albek

Executive Producers
Eitan Abot, Guy Hameiri

Artistic Design
Tamar Gadish, Zvika Guter

Music
Ran Shem Tov

Cinematographer
Daniel Miller

Editor
Yula Gidron

Writer
Yosef El Dror

Producer
Dikla Barkai

Time's up.

Director
Tali Shalom Ezer

The Psychologist

"I come from finances"

Good evening.

Good evening...

Liat Shtruzman
Calling...

Good evening.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Avi Levi
Calling...

Mr. Levi.

Yes, Tutti.
Forgive me for contacting you here.

You'll be charged for this call.
-Excuse me?

You ordered a session.
-Ah.

It's not up to me,
it's how the system works.

We're a very organized brand.

That's okay, money's no issue.

I know, I got the sponsor.

Mano Ettinger
Calling...

That blouse is great, by the way,

it's cut so well.
-Look, Avi,

I have a lot of sessions...
-Yes, yes.

Listen, this guy came here
who says you sent him.

Yes, to manage the budget.

Avner Deskel,
a colleague from "Lachman". A genius.

Tutti, this isn't how it works.

This is my office,
you hired me to run Effi's campaign.

It's our money.

Look, we're a team.

I'm not team, I'm management.

No, of course.

We're a team in that we're here for Effi

and we both have his back.

Avi, I'm the person
who's closest to Effi.

I didn't think otherwise.

Pillow talk and the like,

not in the same bed,
but you know what I mean.

Really?

Yes, it's easier to fall asleep.
-Of course.

I get your curiosity,

but let's shut this down now,
if you don't mind.

I didn't open it.

So whatever you need, I'm here.

There is something
I have to discuss with you. -I'm listening.

In parentheses,

I wouldn't mention the fact
that you sleep apart.

Don't worry, I don't share details

about my marriage.

People will run with it, you know.

I'm pretty good with people.

You're great. Sure.

So let's coordinate
the direction of the campaign. Let's.

One or two sensitive subjects
in terms of the media.

Okay.

Foreign workers.

I have staunch views on that issue.

They must fit in with the party line.

You know very well,
all the immigrants, the infiltrators,

whatever they're called,

they leave very miserable places.

Yes, it's awful.

And they bring that misery here

and clearly,
we don't need that.

No, okay,

we're just refining that and saying...

That we can use some of them
as cheap labor?

Yes, but...
-Good, that's that.

You know what?
I'll put it this way. -Well?

Do you mind if I define it another way?
-Define.

I'll define it in a way
that will make it easier to focus.

Start.

We must have a uniform message
even if our opinions vary.

Then let's call it

"Immigration selection"
and everyone will be happy.

"Selection" is a bit...

So how do you sift out the chaff?

Anything else?

Economy.
-Oh!

Housing, newlyweds,
minimum wage, all that.

I come from finances...

I know your family.
-The world of finance.

I worked in finances for years.
-Of course.

So I have solutions
that I'll discuss in interviews

and Effi knows that.
-Are you sure?

People must stop asking for handouts.

We talk about that a lot.

In terms of our campaign,
helping the disadvantaged...

There will always be poor people.

You're raising some powerful issues,

very smart.
-Of course.

But there are issues we must agree

that only Effi will talk about.

Because you have
tons of charisma and knowledge,

obviously you could be
an excellent minister too,

but this time we're campaigning for Effi.

So when it comes to policy,

best he do the talking.

Okay.

Send me a list.

Of what?

Of the issues.

Oh, okay.

But let's not do anything
until the list is final.

Let's see the list first.
-Sure.

One more thing.

Make it fast.
-For your CV.

I couldn't find your accreditation.

So...
-My website says I'm certified.

I know,
but the fact that it says you are

isn't the same as being certified.

I'm working on it.

Okay. -I need a few hours
of therapy myself

and I haven't done it
because I don't believe in 50 minute sessions.

Only because of that.
-Of course.

It's all about the bottom line.

No bottom, it's bureaucracy.

I'm basically certified.

Yes, but the law is tricky,

you're either certified
or not certified,

there is no "basically certified."

So what, get rid of my patients

who were psychotic
just because the law says?

That's unethical, don't you think?

You said "help the disadvantaged..."

The thing is we want to be in the government.

So?
-The government represents the law.

What's the problem?

We must abide by the law

if we want to be in the government.

So from now on
we only cross the road at a crosswalk.

You're something.

Ay ay ay,

it's so great working with you, Tutti.

I have to go,
phone calls and stuff...

That's alright,
I have to go to,

I have 18 minutes of sessions.

It was nice meeting you.

No, no, Tutti,

we said no treatment--

"Happy Childhood"

I'm not sure how you feel.

Can you transcribe your feelings for me?

Are you depressed?

Anxious?

Confused?

Where do you stand?
What do you feel?

I feel fine, lots of action.
-Yes?

Effi's going into politics.
-Yes.

There will be tons of focus on us.

That must feel strange.

I can deal with it.

You're confident.

Why wouldn't I be? I was raised well,
I had a happy childhood.

It's odd you're saying
you had a happy childhood.

Why?
When a child is loved by her parents...

Mom hated you,
you know that.

That depends on how you define it.

Remember when you had lice?
-Yes.

I did too so Mom bought me
this special shampoo...

Yes. -Yes?

And instead of buying some for you,

she shaved your head. Remember?

Of course!
It was very effective,

it was excellent.

I don't understand what you're getting at.

Alright, we don't have to dwell.

Did you want something specific?
-Yes,

I need you to sign
the accreditation form.

For what?

A therapist. I'm missing the part
where I didn't get treatment.

I need confirmation
from a psychoanalyst,

but you'll do.

Wait, stop right there.

I am a psychoanalyst.

Still?
-Of course.

And what do you need accreditation for?

You provide advice over the phone...

Through a cup with a string, yes.

There's this thing
called the Internet

and patients get treatment online,

that's what I do.
-Okay.

Instead of coming to the office
and busting your balls

just so you'll prescribe a pill.

Uh huh.

For some reason it's illegal
to practice without accreditation, so...

I won't help you get accreditation

to treat weirdos on...

Facebook, by email
or whatever you call it.

Are you tense?

Is it because you live with Mom?
-Yes.

I am tense.

Thanks for asking
and this conversation isn't helping.

Uh huh.

Mom has changed,
you may not have noticed.

You're crashing at her place
with your unemployed husband,

you declared bankruptcy,
it can't be easy for her.

No, it's not.

Taking up residence with...

how many kids do you have?
Eight? Ten?

Your toxic attacks
whenever we talk are...

Toxic? I really don't remember.

You keep having babies.

I have four kids, Tutti.

But the youngest is very young,

so I thought
you had a few in the middle.

Whatever, Mom's in a weird place,

especially with the kids.
-What do you mean?

This morning

she came downstairs
in just her pajama top.

"Just?"
-You heard me!

It was disgusting!
And my Omer was there!

Which one is Omer?
-My eldest.

So how old is he? Twenty?

Fifteen, Tutti.

Not twenty?

And his grandma comes down the stairs

looking like that.

That can be life changing.

I can't let it go on.

Of course not!
What's the plan?

Smother her with a pillow?

I thought...

You have tons of drugs,
give her something.

I want to... -What?

Ask you to do something.

Take her in? -Yes.
-For how long?

As long as possible.

One hour?
-Is that supposed to be funny?

No, I'm a busy person.

Excuse me, so am I.

I have a practice,
I have patients.

I have four children and a husband.

You can't deal, huh?

Can't you prescribe yourself something?

Your inability to function is stunning.

I can function very well.

Everything's falling apart but me.

I invested all our money
in my husband's art, it failed,

our son had to leave school,
the tuition's insane

and we didn't get our money back.

He went to school with a knife

and sold pills
from those samples you get.

No, Tutti, that's my other son.

That's Ronchu.

So he brought a knife.
-Yes, Ronchu brought a knife.

I'm talking about Raz,
he didn't know they're pills.

He's eight,
he thought they're candies

so he sold them to kids,
got expelled, I didn't get a refund

and now I live with Mom
who's behaving like a madwoman.

She must be reacting to your invasion.

I'm asking for such a small favor.
-What?

Get her off my back,

just for the summer.
-Okay...

how about sending her on a cruise
for 2-3 weeks?

How does that sound?

It sounds great,
just get her out of here.

Okay, what about my accreditation?

If I do this,
I insist you have therapy.

Why would you insist on that?

You want to torture us both?
-I just think...

you could benefit from it.
Who knows you better than me?

I can think of one or two people.

I mean real therapy.

Can we do it online?

Driving to the house is a drag.

Sure, but full sessions.

"Full?"
-Fifty minutes.

Twenty.
-Fifty.

Thirty.
-Fifty!

Okay, you win.

Just one request.
-What?

Call me Dr. Levine from now on.

"Oh no, I'm getting hard"

I did the covers you asked for.

Send them.

I did a bit of photoshop,

just a bit.

Email from Noam Sokolov
Magazines you asked for...

I love the age wrinkles.

Hi, Avi.

Tutti.

How are you?

Fine, yes.

I was thinking...

No...

"Lady Globes",

wait...

"The Marker",

it's what they're looking for.

Both business and politics.

I have a brand, remember?

"Three Minutes".

I am accredited.

Then I will be, fine.

Until then, this.

I'm sending you mockups.

Of the covers.

I'm sure they'll do the job.

Their covers,

my photos.

Then who?

I'm the same caliber.

Uh...

We got a registered letter

from Qatar.

"We got?"

It arrived.

So you signed for it.

Sure.

I refuse to sign them,

they're from Hamudi.

Yes, I know,
that's why I signed.

Do you know what that means?

That...

That's it!

I officially received his invoice!

And that's bad?

How much?

Open it! How much?

4.000?

"NIS 12.700
to 'Three Minutes Therapy Ltd'."

12?!

"Unpaid wages and interest."

Which reminds me...

What a coincidence,
I'm three weeks late too.

With what?

My salary, so...

if you're paying him,

it would be great
if you'd pay me too.

I'm not paying him.

Ah... okay, so...

I'll add my paycheck to his invoice.

Effi said I should send them to the accountant.

You discussed this with Effi?!

I consulted him,

I thought it should go
through his accounting

so as not to bother you.

And he'll pay you.

For working for me?

No...
-Maybe you want to work for him?

No, that's not what I meant.

You think that's what I was doing?

Sounds like it.

Effi said

that I work for the Lieblichs.

And your accounting...

There is no such thing as

Lieblichs!

Maybe you didn't notice

or you're so stuck up your butt

that you don't see or hear!

There is no such thing as Lieblichs.

I did notice,
I even brought him clothes

to the Hilton once.

How kind of you!

My pleasure, anything you need.

Your kindness is...

I'm getting hard.

Are you unpleased with me?

I got a few messages
from some Liat Shtruzman

who says...

she worked with you at Lachman Brothers,

she's looking for work
and she wants to meet you.

No... no, no, no!

I don't want any Liat Shtruzman here!

Lachman's falling apart,

I don't want her in my home!

So you don't want to replace me?
-No!

Phew.

Wow!

It's gone down.

I was sure you're not pleased with me.

Did I fire you?

I was so scared.

So you're alright now?

Yes, just my salary, I thought...

it doesn't matter.

You made me very happy.

So you won't talk to Effi anymore.

Deal.

And no more complaints.

No more complaints at all.

What was that?

Nothing...

Effi asked me to do something...

That's it, done.

Nothing major.

"You're such a man"

"Podcast: Psychology Terms"

"Psychologists, Tel Aviv"
"The Dichotomy of Being"

"Why do we dream"
"The subconscious of the subconscious"

"Sisters of Fate"

"The claustrophobic hell
of the bourgeois family"

Mano Ettinger
Calling...

Hi, Mano.

Tutti.

Long time.

I missed you.

I called.
-I know.

I left messages.
-I heard. -You didn't respond.

I heard your messages like songs.

Over and over and over again.

They weren't pleasant messages...

I liked them.

They helped me on cold nights.

Where were you?

Switzerland,

Togo,

I don't remember.

I can record some more,
I have lots to say.

Speaking of recordings...
-Yes?

I heard you have an intriguing video.

"Effi and Rabbi Uzi in the jacuzzi?"

Had you answered my calls,
maybe it wouldn't have happened.

I didn't think it would come to this.

And it did.

That video has to disappear.

No way.

Everything has a price.

Depends who's paying.

Always me.

You're such a man, wow!

What's the price?

I have to think about it.

I'm sure it won't take you long.

I do have a brand.

I'm crazy about you.
-I have expenses.

Write me a note.

You have magazines,

televisions.

It's insulting
there's no interest in my brand.

Jot that down too,
I hate that you're insulted.

Sent.

I need proof that it exists.

You think I'm making it up?

I don't know.

I can show you the video.

I think you must.

It's hard to watch, I'm warning you.

Even though they do look good.

I'll close my eyes.

It's your rabbi and my husband

playing doctor and nurse
in my bedroom. Are you sure?

The thought of paying for something
that doesn't exist pains me more.

Perhaps you want to consult with the rabbi

and get permission.

Let's leave him out of this...

Okay.

So how do we do it?

We can watch together.

Your place?

I'm sending the elevator.

"The treatment"

Okay, Tutti, look.

This is our tenth session

and I must say

that I'm frustrated
by your reluctance.

Your resistance to so many aspects of your life

is so categoric,

you're in total denial.

Of everything.

I reflect an emotion,

you deny it, all the time.

You're angry,
"I'm not angry."

You're insulted,
"I'm not insulted."

You're resisting, "I'm not."

You want revenge,
"No way..."

What makes you think I want revenge?

What?

Do we have to go over everything again?

Your childhood and mine were opposites.

Me they loved,
you they despised.

I was pretty,
you were disgusting.

I was thin,
you were obese.

I was intelligent,
you were challenged.

I was elegant, you...
What's the opposite of elegant?

Vulgar? Crude?

Thank you! That's it.

I swear,
what I remember from childhood are...

lawns with sun,

lollipops they gave us

and rainbows.

They didn't give us the lollipops,

you stole them.

Don't you remember
you were caught and beaten?

Dad hitting you with a shoe?

Actually I do.

I remember feeling
that I deserve to be punished.

Then Dad raised the shoe...
-Yes...

And gave you one over the head.

I do, a tap on the head.

You were scarred!

There's no scar.
-It's under your hair!

You were bald because of the lice

when Mom shaved your head...

I always thought you may be slow

because you were so
emotionally underdeveloped

and I was verbal,

I headed the student council,

I represented the school
in debates overseas. -Yes?

Remember that Friday
Effi came to take me on a date? -Uh huh.

And you walked in wearing Dad's suit?

I just tried it on.

You were so fat, God!

And in that suit...

I wanted to try it on.

And when Uncle Uri used to touch me, not you!

You were so hostile towards me

because Uncle Uri didn't want to touch you!

Me he wanted, not you!

Okay.

I don't know how to reach you.

You know...

I wasn't going to say this,
it's so awful,

but I'm going to say it

because I believe

it will result in a breakthrough.

Remember Mom and Dad
were in a custody battle? -Uh huh.

I went with Mom
and you went with Dad? -Yes.

The reason you went with Dad was...

he lost to Mom
in "rock-paper-scissors."

Okay.

They both wanted me.

I know it's hard to hear,

I hope you'll be alright.

I'm fine.

It's hard for teenage girls
to get along with mothers,

so I avoided that

and I was with Dad a lot.

Dads are much more...
-Listen,

that was supposed to be my ace,

the final atom bomb.

There's no point,
you're impenetrable.

What a waste of time, Tutti.

Enough, time's up.

Okay, awesome.
-Darn...

Where's that blouse from?

I've been meaning to ask you.

This one? From New York.

It reminds me of Mom
in her better days.

Really? -Yes.

That was her style,

when she bothered to get dressed.

She was always elegant.

It's not that nice on you.
-Really?

I mean...

I wear it a lot.

It doesn't suit your figure.

I always thought it flatters me.

I've been buying this style forever.

You know since when?
Since I lived with Dad.

What?

No...

What...?

I started dressing like Mom

since I lived with Dad?

Ah, we're out of time.

You're not serious.
-Time's up.

That's not fair.

Now you're bailing?

I have to mute you because...
-That's not fair, wait!

I put all my efforts
in being like Mom

that I forgot myself?
Is that it?

Do I have to rethink everything now?

Mute.
-I could have had kids all this time?

You're still there?
You're on mute, I can't hear you.

Then unmute me,
let me be heard!