Unconscious (Inconscientes)

We're in 1913.

In Europe, World War I is brewing.

In Germany, a large chemical company patents Ecstasy.

In the U.S.A., Mr. Arthur Wynne invents the crossword puzzle,

Miss Mary Phelps Jacob

ends the rule of the corset by inventing the bra,

and Dr. Sigmund Freud

embarks on a tour attended by a legion of trendies

who revere him for saying that all things in the mind

are connected with sex.

Meanwhile in Spain, more shots

than words are being crossed,

the only ecstasy is that of St. Teresa,

and as regards sex

there is a lot not being said.

Enough to make a film.

UNCONSCIOUS

Salvador!

Tell the truth. Does Leon have a mistress?

You're his best friend. Is there another woman?

Not as far as I know.

Then it's worse than I thought.

What's wrong?

Swear to God

- you won't tell anyone. - You're an atheist.

Agnostic. Go on, swear.

I swear.

When I got home today I saw someone coming down the stairs...

I had a strange presentiment,

a spine-tingling sensation.

DR. LEON PARDO NEUROPSYCHIATRIST

Mrs. Mingarro?

Leon was in his office.

He was weeping, devastated.

He said, "Keep the house,

our money, it's all yours." I asked,

"What's wrong?" He said, "No questions.

I've loved you but I must go."

Keep the house, our money, it's all yours.

- What's wrong? - No questions.

What happened?

I've loved you but I must go.

You loved me?

- Alma, I'm sorry... - Leon, wait!

Don't call the police.

What have you done?

If I tell you they'll kill you.

I felt lost so I came to you.

He'll be home when you get back,

wanting his supper.

No, no...

Salvador, he was desperate.

That's one of Leon's normal states.

Why turn to you when you don't care.

Alma!

QUEST FOR THE MISSING HUSBAND

Is the master back?

No.

Has he called?

No.

My brother-in-law, Dr. Pifarre.

I can see.

Hello.

You took your time.

My sciatica.

Have you tried aspirin?

- New-fangled remedy. - The world advances,

whether you like it or not.

I don't like it.

She's been here a month but it seems like forever.

She's drunk.

I'd fire her, but...

Leon's fascinated by her.

Clinically fascinated.

Let's look for clues.

It's a fertility goddess.

Salvador, this cushion

is still warm. That proves

someone was here. The person on the stairs!

Or Leon was just reading.

"The Complete Works of Dr. Sigmund Freud."

"Love and hypnosis..."

What trash!

The work of a genius.

There's a hair!

Not Leon's!

That proves he was with a patient.

A female patient!

Your sister.

Tell her I'm coming,

but not that her husband's here.

I don't lie.

I pay you to obey!

Take her to the parlour.

Not tell my wife I'm here?

I want to find out what happened to Leon before I tell anyone.

You know her better than I do.

She'll think there's something between us.

Since we were small she's convinced men prefer me.

Hello, Olivia.

How do you feel?

Very tired. I was just going to lie down.

You're immense. Perhaps it's twins.

The doctor heard one heart.

I've been sewing.

You shouldn't have.

That's for the christening.

Lovely.

And this...

is for...

I'll never get pregnant!

- What do you mean? - I know it.

Salvador's a good boy

but...

Do you find it agony when Leon?

When Leon what?

Wants to do it.

With Salvador it's hell.

Olivia...

I suffer. I suffer sister.

So does he.

He waits days, weeks,

months to touch me...

And when, occasionally,

I let him come near...

it's...

a torment!

I can't really make comparisons

but I do believe...

I believe...

his thing is very big.

How big?

Something like this.

- Don't laugh! - I'm not.

- I think it's tragic. - I know...

Is Leon the same?

No, no, no...

I knew it!

You were always luckier than me.

Olivia,

don't view Salvador's phallus as separate.

He's his phallus and his phallus is him. Both want to make you happy.

So make them happy.

There's something they love and it's not at all painful.

What is it?

And you and Leon?

Of course.

Well... I'll see you and Leon at dinner.

Good.

Don't tell Salvador

that I smoke.

- Goodbye, Olivia. - Goodbye.

What are you looking at?

Don't be vulgar.

Where are you going?

Salvador, wait!

What shall I do?

- Call the police. - He told me not to.

- Then don't. - I've got no-one but you!

GREAT NAMES IN WORLD PSYCHIATRY

Right, right.

And I'd also like to announce

that I've received confirmation by cable

of the visit to our modest club

of the controversial Vienese doctor

Sigmund Freud.

In two weeks' time,

following his tour of America.

But tonight we have with us

a man who does not need scandal

or publicity to shine

in the scientific firmament...

I give you

Doctor...

Alzheimer.

Doctors, ladies and gentlemen. It is an honour to be here with you...

To speak of loss of...

Loss of...

...in general.

Girls.

I want you to know that I've been diagnosed with a brain tumour.

I'll be dead in 6 months.

It will be a long, painful process

whose symptoms

you will all notice...

Migraines, vomiting,

blindness...

- impotence... - Papa!

Loss of control, of will,

of identity.

Don't cry.

Any intelligent person knows that the end of life is death.

Can nothing be done?

Nothing at all.

And forget burial. I've donated my body to the hospital.

You too, Alma,

my child?

No.

But I'll cry if I want.

Give me that.