[host] She's been the subject of countless articles,
including that buzzy profile in The New Yorker.
[Masha exhales deeply]
She was the inspiration for Frances Welty's
New York Times bestselling novel,
Nine Perfect Strangers.
It is our pleasure to introduce a woman
whose name has become synonymous with the cutting edge
of psychedelic therapy.
-Please, welcome... -[exhales sharply]
...to the Bloomberg Disruptors Conference,
Masha Dmitrichenko.
[cheering and applause]
You forgot to mention, she is also the subject
of multiple federal investigations.
[laughter and applause]
Let's talk drugs, shall we?
So, this family here was able to connect with their dead son
through a shared hallucination.
It allowed them to work through the trauma of his death in real time.
This is an extraordinary breakthrough,
but it is only the beginning.
[remote beeps]
In concert with my friends in Silicon Valley,
I've developed a new proprietary psychedelic delivery system.
So, with this groundbreaking device, and with the right prompts,
patients can revisit specific formative memories.
And in this highly neuroplastic state,
they can experience these memories as if for the first time.
[cheering and applause]
[host] When will this product be available to the public?
Well, we're in our next major round of financing,
and after that, we will proceed to clinical trials.
So, you haven't tested it yet?
I have tested it on rats, and myself.
-[chuckles] -[♪ light, dramatic music playing]
In The New Yorker, they wrote that you were experimenting with these drugs
to bring your dead daughter back to life.
Is that true?
Yes, I was connecting with my late daughter
and it was extremely transformative for me.
-It changed my life. -Are you still seeing her?
No. No, I am not.
[♪ ominous music playing]
We have time for a few questions.
-Uh, yes, you in the back. -Miss Dmitrichenko.
Could you tell us how you first learned
about these innovative therapies?
Years ago, I found a small clinic in Bavaria
that dealt with, uh, people who were in desperate situations.
At that clinic, there was a doctor. She was very kind.
And I owe my career to her.
And my life.
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
-[light knocking] -Masha?
-Martin. -It's good to see you.
I can't believe you came all the way from Germany
for this dog-and-pony show.
You know her offer still stands, yeah?
So, she's always happy to host your practice,
should you ever need a new home base. And even if you don't--
Masha Dmitrichenko? You've been served.
Third one this month. [chuckles]
At this rate, I'll be broke.
We don't have cell service at Zauberwald.
We do not have navigable roads.
It's really off-limits.
There's not gonna be a person like this asking questions
or something giving you letters.
Please, just consider it. She'd be really happy to see you.
I would like to see her, too.
[♪ "Ministry" by Danger Mouse and Karen O playing]
♪ Light on the street, keep me blind ♪
♪ Sand at my feet, you're running me out of town ♪
♪ Out of my mind ♪
♪ Thousands of leaves, they bury me ♪
♪ Under her eyes ♪
♪ Mild breeze is telling me ♪
♪ It's not my time ♪
♪ She's not mine ♪
♪ So, day by day, I'll turn my dreams ♪
♪ Into a ministry, a ministry, a ministry ♪
♪ Of her love ♪
♪ Day by day, I'll turn my dreams ♪
♪ Into a ministry, a ministry, a ministry ♪
♪ Of her love ♪
[Helena] Not there, Helmut.
Helmut, honestly, you have no aesthetic sense whatsoever.
-It's a mystery to me. -♪ I'm lost in the sea ♪
I don't think that's gonna be enough. We need more linen.
We have so many guests coming.
What happened to enjoying your retirement?
It's the first day of your new retreat, it has to be perfect.
-Helmut, that's not... -[Helmut speaking German]
-...at all what I asked you to do. -Yeah.
You're not listening! It's a problem.
We have a problem.
[Martin] Quite a haul today.
[Masha] The altitude can make the dosages imprecise,
and sometimes the medication doesn't always sustain in the bloodstream.
-[Martin] Mm. -[Masha] So, best to have a surplus.
We'll test their oxygen levels against their resting metabolics.
Excellent.
And we can adjust their dosages accordingly.
Mm-hmm.
Maybe we should also do their bloodwork again upon their arrival.
Or at least measure their systolic and diastolic pressures, just to be safe.
Masha!
I would at least need that data as a baseline.
You make it sound so fun.
I make it sound like a science. That is what it is.
Until it isn't.
You seem very tense, Martin.
Is there something you want to say to me?
-Well, with full respect... -Mm.
...you were invited here to Zauberwald
to bring your art and your passion,
both of which are beyond reproach.
-And what do you bring? -Discipline.
[scoffs]
You're a very nervous little fellow.
-[chuckles] Here we go. -Here we go where?
When you get nervous, you like to deflect,
intoxicate with a smile, a smell, or an accent,
that you can willingly lose, by the way,
I guess depending on whether Putin offends your consumer base or not.
We have been put in the sandbox to play together,
so we can play nice or not.
No improv with the dosage.
No dosing without consent.
No dosing yourself while charged with supervision,
and no locking people up.
Oh. [scoffs]
-Hm? -Yes.
Yes, sir.
There must be boundaries, I insist on it.
[♪ tense music playing]
And I must obey.
Uh, I will just-- I will-- I-- [chuckles] I will just attend to the...
Of course, attend to all of it.
[♪ light piano music playing]
♪♪
[Martin speaking German]
-[staff member speaking German] -Danke schoen.
[speaking German]
Danke schoen. Super.
[cameras beeping]
♪♪
[♪ ominous music playing]
[Peter yodeling]
...hee-hoo!
[yodel echoing]
Oh, yeah. You guys hear that?
Now, that is what people come to the Alps for.
Uh, we really just come here for the challenging trails.
Oh, I hear you.
I started off in Trieste.
Five weeks with just a backpack eating whatever I could find.
Felt primal, you know, prehistoric like Ötzi.
The craft website?
No, like the Iceman.
The 5,000-year-old body they found up here in the glaciers.
The glaciers are melting.
[sighs] Yeah. Shitty deal.
-Maybe they'll find more bodies. -So, where do you go next?
Well, you know, I was looking for a rustic cabin up in the mountains.
-And I think I found one. -[car approaching]
-[car door closes] -Herr Sharpe?
I come from Zauberwald.
May I assist you with your luggage?
Last year's Mercedes. Pretty rustic.
Uh... yeah, it's just the one bag, actually.
[sighs] Thank you.
-Zauberwald. -[Peter chuckles]
-Well, well. -Yeah, I, uh, I just have
to go visit somebody first, and then I'll be back on my adventures.
It once was a famous sanitarium, you know?
Oh, I-- I thought it was a fancy hotel.
I had a relative who died there.
[groaning]
Auf Wiedersehen. [chuckles]
-[♪ light music playing] -Thank you.
Ooh.
[engine rumbling]
[sighs, sniffles]
[sniffs] Lavender. Lovely.
[♪ light music continues]
[breathes deeply]
[metal clanging]
Oh! Jesus.
[exhales sharply] It's beautiful.
The air up here is so fresh.
Oh, I'm sorry. Do you not speak English?
Everybody speaks English.
Oh.
-[metal creaking] -[inhales deeply]
Well... [chuckles]
at least we'll have nice, clean lungs before we plummet to our deaths.
Wouldn't be the worst thing that ever happened to me.
Or to you, I bet.
Do we know each other?
[luggage clattering]
Shit. I'm so sorry.
I'll just, uh-- oh, let me just... I'll get out--
[announcer speaking German over PA]
Oh shit, no, no, no. No.
No, no, no, no, no! Hello!
[mechanical whirring]
Hello!
[wind whistling]
[inhales deeply]
[screaming]
[panting]
-Un-fucking-believable! -[metal clanging]
-[Brian grunting] -[metal clanging continues]
Un-fucking-believable!
[Helena scoffs]
If my grandfather knew someday there'd be cameras
strung up all along his property... [sputtering]
But your grandfather lived a long time ago,
and things change, and good therapists use
-whatever tools they have. -[Brian continues grunting]
[Helena] All I'm saying is that if you'd colored just a little bit more
within the lines of Tranquillum, you might not be on the run from the law.
Then I wouldn't be here, would I, working with you?
And I say this with all kindness,
but if your grandfather had done things
just a little bit differently, then maybe...
[chuckles softly]
...maybe you wouldn't have to be locked in a room
coming up with inventive ways to stave off bankruptcy.
Leave them to me.
So, are we, um, are we picking him up?
My instructions were only to collect you.
But he is coming, right?
Zauberwald is extremely protective of the privacy of its guests, sir.
Officially speaking, I do not know the person you're talking about.
Right. [sighs] That makes two of us.
[♪ light music playing]
[rails clattering]
[doors hiss open]
-Danke schoen. -Yeah.
[announcer speaking German on PA]
-[Brian grunts] -[announcer continues speaking]
[grunting]
[announcer continues speaking]
[grunting] Goddammit.
[mechanical whirring]
[sighs] You're fucking kidding me.
[panting]
[wind whistling]
[♪ light music playing]
[sighs deeply]
[doors opening]
-May I help you? -Fuck! You scared me!
Where have you been?
Jesus! [sighs]
I'm sorry. I'm-- I'm-- I'm so sorry.
I'm just... [sighs]
Guten Tag. [chuckles]
Listen, um, one of my bags is missing.
I think it-- it might have been, uh, under the-- the bench in the thing,
or maybe it didn't get unloaded from the car.
Can you just, I don't know, let them know?
It's very, very important to me.
-Of course. -Thank you.
Uh, yeah, just these bags here.
[Agnes grunts]
Oh, uh...
[Agnes grunting]
Do you need a-- a luggage cart, or...?
-Nope. -Oh! [chuckles]
[luggage rattling]
Thank you! I-- I really do appreciate the help.
[chuckles] Even though it took a while.
It's a privilege to serve.
[Brian] Oh.
-[wind whistling] -[luggage rattling]
[♪ light music playing]
[Imogen] Oh, my God.
[chuckles] It's like a fairy tale.
I'm happy you like it.
[scoffs] I'm so over all the new age wellness stuff.
This is so old, it's like new, you know?
It's giving Bettelheim's Uses of Enchantment.
Jungian archetypes.
The Innocent, the Sage, the Jester, the Outlaw.
-Is that the framework she's using? -I'm only the pharmacologist, I--
I mean, there are scholars who think that Jung's work had its basis
in ancestral memory of psychedelic ritual in pre-Christian Europe.
Isn't that sort of the ontology of what she's doing here?
Um, "metaphysical bacchanalia,"
as Lars Lee called it in The New Yorker.
Oh, I'm sorry. I-- I wasn't sure
when you were going to finish speaking.
Um, it's true.
Mr. Lee did experience an early version of this protocol.
An early version? How has it changed?
Is it more targeted? Does it-- Does it still build up
-to the group hallucination at the end? -Please.
In our time this week, I urge you to try to forget
-what you think you know. -[scoffs]
You may find you get the most out of this-- this work
if you don't try to outsmart it.
Interesting.
So, what's she like?
-Well, she... -[car door closes]
[Victoria laughing]
Speaking of Jungian archetypes...
here comes the Crone.
[Victoria] I haven't been here in ages! Danke schoen.
Oh, guten Tag!
And she brought a date.
She brought a fucking date.
[Victoria speaking German]
It's been a long time.
[both laughing]
[Helena] She's been here before, a few times.
[Masha] Don't worry, this time, I have a valid credit card on file.
[both chuckle]
I first came here during a rough patch after my second marriage ended.
-Mm-hmm? -And after that, I had to keep
-faking breakdowns to get back in again. -[Matteo laughing]
-Martin! -Victoria.
[both speaking German]
-Danke. -Yeah? Super.
-[Victoria chuckles] -Guten Tag.
-Hi, I-I-- I'm Matteo. -[Martin] Uh-huh.
[Victoria] So, this is the South Wing.
I didn't even know there was one.
[Martin] Yeah. [chuckles]
-Tell me, is Ermelin still in the kitchen? -She is.
Is she still doing that marvelous mushroom soufflé?
-Only for you. -[Victoria chuckles]
[Victoria] Supposedly, the recipe came straight
-from the chef at Berchtesgaden. -[Imogen exhales sharply]
But we won't hold that against the poor soufflé.
-Oh, please don't. -Well, well, well.
Looks like someone's made her triumphant return to the Harmonia Gardens.
Imogen, my darling. Oh, oh.
Your hair. Oh, there's so much more of it.
What's this, some sort of symbol?
Oh, I just took a little tumble last week in Klosters.
It's not ski season yet.
No, I fell off a chair in a restaurant. Can you believe it, darling?
Luckily, this devastatingly handsome man
was there to rescue me.
-This is Matteo. -Hey.
Matteo what? Oh!
God.
-You don't even know, do you? -I wanna say it was love at first sight,
but I don't wanna scare him off, so I'll just say it was lust.
Mom, we were supposed to come here together
to work on our relationship.
Well, you of all people should know I can work
on more than one relationship at a time.
-Does he even speak English? -[Matteo] English?
Of course, everyone speak English.
Right, sorry.
Um, although she should be the one apologizing
for dragging you here unnecessarily.
[clicking tongue] No, no, no. No dragging.
I mean, yeah, I'm-- I'm really excited to come.
Oh, well, now it's time to leave because this is not a nail salon.
There are no walk-ins.
Herr Fadel is fully registered in our system.
Willkommen im Zauberwald.
I hope you all will have a very pleasant time here.
You see, darling, that's why it always pays
to stay in the same family of hotels.
You may pay more upfront, but they'll always accommodate you, yeah?
-[Matteo] Yes. -Mm. Do you pay for him?
[sighs] You must excuse my daughter.
Thirty-five is such a difficult age.
It's when the panic really sets in.
[feet stomping]
[Helena] You're going to let him stay?
[Masha] He has to stay. He's a part of the plan.
-[♪ light, mysterious music playing] -[Martin] It's fine.
[grunting]
Oh, you can just drop everything there.
-It's fine, thank you. -[Agnes sighs]
Oh.
Almost forgot.
[Imogen] This is completely inappropriate.
Well, that's what makes it fun, right?
I am not going to sleep in the same room
as you and your inappropriately young boyfriend.
-I'm not. -Okay.
I will ask for a cot, okay?
Or sleep on the floor. Not with Mother.
-[Imogen] Matteo. -[Matteo] Yes?
-You seem perfectly nice. -Oh, thank you.
If a little geopolitically unplaceable.
But you do understand why my mother brought you along, right?
As you say, we are boyfriends.
No. No, you're a human shield she has sex with.
This retreat was supposed to be an opportunity for my mother and me
to work through some of the lingering issues
-in our relationship, remember? -Oh, what are these issues?
Oh, well, let's see.
I'm neglectful, but I'm also smothering.
[clicking tongue] I don't support her,
but I also never forced her to stand on her own two feet,
-so she has no self-esteem. -Mm.
Other than that, yeah, I'm a monster.
Now, can we please just enjoy this beautiful spa?
I'm getting my own room.
As long as it goes on your own credit card!
[♪ light piano music playing]
[Wolfie] Keep 'em closed. Hey, hey, no peeking.
-[Tina chuckles] Okay. -[Wolfie] You ready?
[Tina] Yeah, I'm ready. You gonna show me?
And voila.
-Oh, my God, this is... -Mm-hmm.
-[gasps] -You like it?
-It's pretty sick, right? -[Tina] Holy shit.
Yeah, I like it. It's fucking amazing.
It's amazing.
Oh.
-I just wish the piano wasn't there. -Yeah, fuck.
Uh, I'm gonna get 'em to handle this, okay, babe?
Just try and forget about it for now, alright?
Okay.
I'm just so glad we have this time together away.
-Yeah, me too. -[chuckles]
So, what's first? Like, the spa, or can I start drinking?
I mean, I think there's some kind of, uh, welcome drinks later tonight.
-Not welcome drinks. -Welcome drinks.
And until then, I think they just want us to chill in the room.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
Just entertain ourselves. You think we can do that?
Yeah.
[both chuckle]
[♪ light music playing]
I think I wanna-- I think I wanna take a bath.
What, right now?
Yeah, I'm sorry. I just-- I feel-- I feel gross.
I mean, I don't mind.
Yeah, but-- but I mind.
I mind.
-Yeah. -Okay? I...
Listen, I just feel gross, I don't wanna...
-Be quick, yeah? -Yeah.
[Wolfie sighs]
[doors rattling]
[water splashing]
[sighs]
[tapping head, stomping foot]
-[wind whistling] -[birds chirping]
[Imogen] Oh, you bastard, come on.
[sighs]
Oh, you piece of shit.
Come on.
Hey, lady, have you got any signal?
No.
Um...
No, I think the...
I think the mountains block the signal.
-Really? -Yeah.
[Peter] Maybe they're trying to tell us something.
[laughing] Yeah.
You here for the session?
I'm meant to be.
Though I have this funny feeling I've been stood up.
-Ah, yeah. -Uh-huh.
-That's too bad. -[Peter chuckles]
Although, if I don't have any reception, have I really been ghosted?
Hm, profound.
-[chuckles] Right? -[chuckles] Yeah.
Um, well, I think they're gonna take our phones soon, so...
I better find a landline.
Okay.
Will I see you later?
Yeah.
Bye.
-Bye! -[both chuckle]
[♪ light music playing]
Thank you.
So, are you like royalty or something?
-Excuse me? -It was just the bowing.
That's like-- it's like the second person I've seen bow to you.
I was just kinda wondering if maybe you were a princess.
Mm, no, I-- I used to be a nun.
-A nun! -Mm-hmm.
[Wolfie] Hm.
-Do people bow to nuns? -Uh, some people think it's a thing.
[Wolfie] Mm.
Are you-- are you wearing the uniform of the place?
Oh, uh, I-- I made a very long journey here
and my clothes were so dirty, so they were kind enough
to share their uniform with me.
-Well, you make it look very chic. -[chuckles] Thank you.
So, uh, what do you do now that you're not, um,
you know, nunning anymore?
[sighs] I'm not sure.
Right now, I drink tea.
[slurping]
Wow. [chuckles slightly]
[Wolfie sighs]
I wish that I could be that present.
It's actually one of the things that I'm hoping to get outta being here.
You know, get some of that-- that presence of mind like you.
No, you don't want to be like me.
Well, I do not wanna be like me, that is for sure.
[chuckles]
[Wolfie sighs]
[♪ ominous music playing]
[♪ dramatic instrumental music playing]
-[♪ music ends] -[keyboard tapping]
Hi, there, um...
El-- "Elfred"? "El-freed"?
Elfriede? That's a beautiful name.
I was just wondering if there were any messages for me.
No messages, Herr Sharpe.
That's a little weird because my father, he's-- he's very much delayed.
Zauberwald is a remote location and subject to complicated weather.
Flight delays are not uncommon.
No, I understand, but he hasn't flown commercial since the '70s, so...
Even though he should, especially with what's happening
with the glaciers and the melting thing.
Your party will meet in the Roteeichezimmer, mein Herr.
The Red Oak Room, end of the great hall.
-Yes. -Alright.
-Guten Abend. -Guten Abend.
[♪ dramatic instrumental music resumes playing]
Hm.
[♪ music ends]
You again.
-You find any signal? -No, absolutely not.
I'm Peter, by the way.
-Peter Sharpe. -Imogen Auclair.
Sounds like a made-up name, but it's not.
Well, Imogen, I am in desperate need of a drink.
I thought that maybe we shouldn't, in case we start protocol.
Ah, yeah, uh, protocol.
Um... [smacks lips]
Well, that's a shame, because if I remember anything
from my single term at Le Rosey,
it's the fact that Almdudler there makes for a fantastic mixer.
Vodka, please.
Two, and another one of those. Thank you.
-[Peter grunts] -[Imogen clears throat]
-[Imogen] Did your date arrive? -My date?
Your girlfriend? Or boyfriend?
I don't know, the person you were hoping to meet?
[chuckles softly] My dad.
-[Imogen] Your dad? -Right, yeah, my dad.
There's obviously been some sort of extremely important and unavoidable delay
[over speakers] that he's far too embarrassed
to tell either me or the hotel about.
[Imogen] I'm sure he'll show up eventually.
[Peter] Oh, yeah. No, he usually does.
And if he doesn't, he makes up for it by sending something nice.
You know, like some, uh, commemorative cufflinks.
[Peter] Or some rather over-age strippers like he did for my 21st birthday.
Well, if he's anything like my mother, he'll be here.
Who knows, maybe he'll bring a fun young prostitute with him.
-[Peter] To the prostitutes. -[glasses clinking]
To the prostitutes.
-[Martin] Good evening. -[Peter] Two more of those, please.
-Hope you're both settling in. -He wants our phones.
No, no, no. No need, no need. The mountains block the signal.
[clicks tongue] Ah.
But while we're at it, we do request that you refrain from taking photographs
of any of the other guests without their permission, though.
-Sure. -Okay.
Anything else, um, well, vistas, wildlife,
that is all encouraged.
And we get this local ibex herd every so often, it's--
-[Victoria laughing] -Oh. I think it's actually arriving now.
Oh.
Oh, hello, darling.
Are we acting as though we know each other?
Blink once for yes and twice for no.
-Guten Abend, Martin. -[Martin] Guten Abend, Victoria.
-[chuckles] Well, hello. -Hi, there.
-Peter, this is my mother, Victoria. -[Peter] Oh.
I'm not sure which last name is up to date.
And, oh, this is my new daddy, Marco.
-Matteo. -[Peter] Matteo.
-Lovely to meet you. -[Victoria] Same.
Sister Agnes. You have arrived safely?
Oh, and you are...?
Martin Siebmacher, Masha's colleague.
I'm head of Research and Protocol.
It-- It just means so much to us to have you here.
Your, well, life of service
has been an inspiration to us all.
You're a Catholic?
Uh, no, as a scientist, of course not.
But you know, being born in Munich, in Bavaria,
and then boarding school in Austria.
So... [chuckles]
[chuckles nervously]
[Martin] After all, if we accept that man
is driven to search for meaning above all else,
we can properly understand the revolutionary purpose of religion.
And I'm sorry, I'm taking so much space.
-Please, arrive well. -Hello there.
-Oh. -Hello.
Oh, I am so happy to see you.
You were so wonderful earlier.
-Mm. -And I'm just--
You know, I'm-- I'm glad
-I get another chance to thank you. -You're welcome.
[faint laughter in background]
Also, um, I'm sorry that I-- I raised my voice or seemed,
you know, ungrateful or impatient in any way.
I just-- I sometimes have a hard time
coping with my frustrations in a healthy manner.
[sighs]
Any word on my suitcase?
Oh, uh, uh, no.
-Not yet. -[sighs]
Can I get a drink or-- oh, you know what?
I'm just gonna go to the bar. Thank you.
[clicking tongue]
[♪ light music playing]
-You want a drink? -Yeah.
[indistinct chatter]
[Brian] And a Macallan on the rocks, please.
-Hi, I'm Brian. -Wolfie.
This is my partner, Tina.
So nice to meet you both. [chuckles]
So, what brings you here?
Oh, wait, is this like prison?
Is it rude to ask what you're in for?
[scoffs] It's a vacation.
Got it. [chuckles]
So, what do you two do?
-We're musicians. -[Tina] Mm.
-Oh, fabulous. -[Wolfie] Mm-hmm.
Maybe you'll play something for us.
[Tina scoffs, chuckles]
You heard the part about vacation, right?
[♪ suspenseful music playing]
[door clanging]
-[door closes, echoes] -[people chattering]
[clapping]
Welcome, everyone.
[clapping] Welcome, all of you.
[Imogen exhales]
She changed her hair.
Sister Agnes, it's a pleasure.
-Pleasure. -Wait, you're a nun?
[Masha] Yes, a very famous nun.
Mm.
Oh, my God.
Oh, Victoria, I love-- love this suit.
-Oh, thank you. -[Matteo chuckles]
[softly] Rawr.
-Uh, Peter. -Yes?
Where is your father?
Uh, he's-- he's been delayed, actually.
We cannot start until everyone is here, so when will he arrive?
Hopefully tomorrow? Um...
Well, hopefully we can begin tomorrow.
Good night.
Masha?
What's happening? Who's his father?
-Uh, he's just another guy, I don't-- -Peter is right.
His father is just a guy.
But he is one of you.
And we cannot start until everyone is here.
What-- what the fuck is this? Excuse me.
What-- what is this?
I told you, it's a transformational retreat.
-[whispering] Don't. -I-- I thought this was-- was a spa.
-[chuckles nervously] -Yes.
It is a cleansing of the mind.
-She's gonna bleach our brains, darling. -That's dramatic.
Well, I don't feel safe with these vagaries.
[♪ ominous music playing]
Good.
None of you are safe.
Like, in a-- a physical sense or...?
-[Masha chuckles] -Masha.
-Not now. -Come back here.
-Where are we? -Everything's fine.
Oh, yes, it seems fine.
Okay, uh, what was that?
This is about the piano.
Sister Agnes, I've met you before.
Rome, wasn't it?
I think Elton played, but he couldn't have,
not for a benefit for the Catholic church.
You know, it's hardly a secret that, you know, Elton John is gay.
Right.
You want me to play the piano so bad...
you brought me to a cult?
No, listen, it's a transformational retreat.
-[groaning] Okay. -I gave you the book.
-Did you read the book? -No.
I-- Of course not, you don't read anything I give you, do you?
The books, the articles?
-No. -Listen to me.
You have blocks. This could help.
You have blocks.
Don't!
Okay.
-Hey, uh, Wolfie? -I'm so sorry.
Nothing happened, it's fine.
Maybe we should just give her a little moment.
-Just maybe-- - I think... [stammering]
-give her some space. -[softly] I fucked up. I fucked up.
Excuse me. Forgive me, Sister.
-I'm sorry. Uh... -Yeah?
-Is it too late to get a refund? Just... -[chuckles]
Um, everyone, could we just, um...
[clicking tongue] I think we all deserve a good night's rest.
I think we should all get a good stiff drink.
Yeah. You know, let's--
could we-- could we all have a good stiff drink?
This is all a part of the plan.
Yeah, you'll see. [chuckles]
[group murmuring]
Yeah. It's all a part of the plan.
[claps] You'll see.
[doorbell rings]
[♪ ominous music playing]
[knocking]
[Helena] Masha!
[knocking continues]
-[Masha sighs] -[doorbell rings]
[knocking continues]
Shh. What?
No. No, I'm tired. I'm tired, no lectures.
-The young man, Peter. -Yes.
His father is the last remaining guest?
-Yes. -And his name is Peter Sharpe?
-Yes. -Is the father who I think it is?
I need to sleep.
-Goodnight, Helena. Goodnight. -You said no surprises!
You guaranteed me full autonomy over choosing our guests.
-No, I didn't mean him. -[hitting glass]
[Masha] We are in a dire financial situation, are we not?
-[Helena] Yes. -We need investors, do we not? So...
Even if I did think a billionaire is gonna be the answer to our problems,
there are plenty of billionaires that aren't David Sharpe.
You'll have to trust me.
[Helena] I don't.
[scoffs] You have no choice.
You're making it very difficult. Very difficult.
The temptation to live in the past is a powerful one.
For anyone, especially for someone like you...
[Masha sighs]
...who's been through so much.
Just promise me you'll remain in the present with the rest of us.
[whispering] I promise.
-[whispering] Okay. -[♪ light piano music playing]
[♪ "Traumerei" by Robert Schumann playing]
[chuckles softly]
[sighs] Well, what do we have here?
Throwing caution to the wind, are we?
It's Europe.
Any sign of Daddy?
No, um, not yet.
Although, I did attempt to knock at your door earlier,
and I think I heard your mother...
-Oh, no. -...and her boyfriend...
-Don't, don't, don't, don't. -...copulating...
-[groaning] -...like jack rabbits.
[sighs] Yes, much like college, my childhood
was a state of permanent sexile.
[Peter] Mm.
How's your room?
Pretty much the same as yours, I think.
I can't sleep in my room, obviously,
and I can't just, um, sit at the bar all night.
No.
No, you can't.
[♪ light music playing]
[sighs]
[water running]
Yes. Yes.
[muffled conversation]
Okay, well, if it does turn up,
I don't care if it's the middle of the fucking night,
you bring it to me, okay?
You bring it to me. It's critically important.
-Thank you. -[phone slamming]
[breathing heavily]
You motherfucking piece of fucking...
Fuck!
[sobbing]
[♪ light, dramatic music playing]
[voice echoing] She wants you to leave me.
-That's not what she said. -Don't leave me, Mommy.
[whispering] I'm so cold.
[whispering] Go to sleep. Go to sleep, Tatiana.
[Tatiana] It's so cold here.
[whispering] It's so cold.
-[Masha] Stop, baby. -Are you crazy, Mommy?
[distorted] She thinks you're crazy.
-[Masha hushes] Stop. -[ghostly whispering]
[voice distorting, echoing] I never sleep, I never sleep.
[♪ music stops]
I can't sleep, I never sleep.
[David] Yeah, just leaving now.
Prodigiously annoying fellow, but we got through it.
It's all right. Talk tomorrow.
Christ.
I thought that dinner would never end.
What a self-righteous wanker.
[driver] Aren't they all, sir?
[driver car door opens, closes]
-[engine starting] -Jet's waiting for you on the tarmac, sir.
Not tonight. Deal's not done.
We stay 'til it closes. My son will just have to wait.
[driver] Back to the hotel, it is.
Fair warning, you leave tomorrow, you're looking at some weather.
Don't I control the weather?
[driver] I can't picture you at a psychedelic wellness retreat.
Why, because I'm perfect?
[driver] No comment, sir.
They say these drugs are the wave of the future.
[♪ light, dramatic music playing]
Well...
maybe they'll turn me into a good person.
You never know.
[♪ dramatic music playing]
[♪ music fades out]