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NOT AFRAID

LOVE WILL WIN

- Has he said anything?
- No, but he heard stuff at school.

- So you want him to miss school?
- Just one day. His marks...

- That’s not the...
- Philippe!

- If you force him...
- “Force”! What will you do?

There you are.

What are you reading?

Did your French teacher
ask you to read that?

No, I picked it.

That’s good.

Is your stomach ache better?

Ish.

Did your mom give you something?

Is there anything
you’d like us to talk about?

No, I’m okay.

Are you sure?

We’re all shaken up and sad
after what happened.

But we have to learn to live with it.

I know.

Everyone at school
is talking about it.

I don’t want to spend my whole life
talking about that.

IN THERAPY

CAMILLE – WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 18, 2015, 11 A.M.

Hello.

Hello.

I’m Camille.

Come in.

- Can I help?
- No, I’m good, thanks.

- Shall I sit there?
- Yes.

It was the lawyer, Maître Castel,
who sent me.

Maître Castel?

Élisabeth Castel.

She said
a friend of yours recommended...

No, not one of your friends,

one of her friends mentioned you.

- A friend of hers?
- A patient.

No, sorry. One of your patients,

who’s a friend of hers, you see?

Badly explained!

It’s okay, I understand.

Maître Castel sent you on
the recommendation of a patient of mine.

- One of yours.
- Right.

Very good.

- Do you know their name?
- No.

And why has Maître Castel
sent you to me?

Because of my accident.

I told you on the phone.

We need an opinion...

No, a second opinion.

Because the insurers
of the driver who hit me

have a problem with my injuries.

Or something like that.

So I’m here to get an expert’s opinion.

Not for..

well, you know?

I’m not ill.

You mean you’re not here
for psychotherapy?

Yes.

So you’re suing the driver?

No, it’s them. It’s his insurers
who are refusing to pay.

They sent this so-called “expert”
to our house,

this woman who asked me
all these prying questions,

like she knew me
better than I know myself.

It stressed me out.

Was she a psychologist?

I dunno.

She didn’t introduce herself?

That’s not very ethical.

She phoned
saying she was from the insurers.

Then she just showed up.
We didn’t suspect anything.

Who’s “we”?

Me and my mom.

So...

it went badly.

How do you mean, “went badly”?

At first
I didn’t want to tell her anything.

But then
I couldn’t hold it in any longer.

And when I let go, I really let go.

I was rude to her.

So my mom thought
I’d better come and see you.

I don’t understand, Camille.

What was it about this accident

that makes
my psychological assessment necessary?

I don’t know. That’s the problem.

I don’t remember.

Apparently I was on my bike
and this car ran into me.

But I don’t remember anything.

Neither before nor after.

No one explained to you what happened?

I was told

that I ended up
“planted” in the middle of the road.

That makes you laugh?

It’s the expression.

Planted in the road.

You see?

Planted.

That image makes you laugh?

Yes.

Like a tree.

With leaves growing out of my hands.

Yes?

No, it reminds me of something
that happened to me maybe two years ago.

I was on a scooter with a friend.

He stopped to get a can
at a corner shop.

And I was bored sitting there,

so I started to pretend
was riding the scooter, see?

But it was really sensitive.

The engine was still on?

Yes.

I barely touched the accelerator,

but it shot off.

There was a fence
at the end of the road,

and I ended up “planted” right in it.

And there was this old woman

who started screaming.

“She drove straight at me!
She was trying to kill me!”

Is that what she screamed?

Mad old woman!

It wasn’t all that funny, then?

No, not really.

I should have killed her!

There I was, lying on the ground,
I couldn’t move,

and she just kept on screaming.

I should have sworn at her.

But I was paralyzed.

Just like when someone’s dissing you
and you can’t reply.

A bit like with that psychologist?

The insurance expert.

How is that similar?

It was like
she was speaking for you, right?

As though she knew the motivations
for your acts better than you.

She was well out of order.

The old bitch deserved a slap!

Let’s go back.

What more can you tell me
about the accident?

It’s all in the report.

Here.

- Where did it happen?
- By Porte des Lilas.

Near the pool where I train.

Were you on your way there?

I don’t know,
I told you I don’t remember.

Not easy talking about yourself, huh?

No.

Okay, my name is Camille Berthier,

I’m 16,
I’ve been swimming since I was 7,

I was junior French champion
of backstroke

and double junior French champion
of backstroke and freestyle last year.

I’m in the Garenne Swimming Club,
and now a member of the French team.

I’m an only child.
What else do you want to know?

Oh, yes, the Olympic selection trials

start in a few months.

And I’m considered a “hope”
for an Olympic medal for France.

Now I’m screwed!

Wow, that’s impressive!

Thanks.

- And apart from that?
- What?

Apart from the sport, how’s your life?

In general.

Great. I’m like super relaxed.

No, but I’m not
into this big confessional thing.

Big confessional thing?

Like reality TV.

Explain the principle to me
in a few words.

It’s people who are filmed all day long,

locked in a house,

and you watch them living their life.

There’s always a confessional bit
where they discuss their crap problems.

So?

Will you do this second opinion
for the insurance company?

It’s not that easy.

Why?

In my work
we don’t record objective facts.

Unlike the x-ray machine
that looked at your arms,

I can’t say what exactly
the situation is.

I have to let you express yourself.

I’ll form an opinion on that,
which I’ll pass on.

I think I’m going to go.

You don’t want to read
what your colleague wrote in her report?

No.

I’d rather listen to you.

Well, if you really want me to.

But you already know.

What?

What it says.

I have absolutely no idea.

The thing is,

I’m not here to talk about myself,
I just need that opinion.

You want me to form that opinion

from what is in that report
and this chat?

Yes.

What’s the problem?

You’re right. I’ll form my opinion,
I’ll write it down,

and when you come back next week,

you can decide
if you want to use that or not.

Just like that?

You don’t have
any other questions?

What questions?

I don’t know. Shrink questions.

Like questions
about how you feel in your life?

Yes. It’s like you’re not interested.

What makes you say that?

Camille,
it’s the opposite.

Anything you tell me about yourself
really interests me.

- Have you talked to my mom?
- Not at all.

You know what’s in the report.

- I haven’t...
- You have!

But you’re still making me talk!

You’re putting on an act to trick me.
It’s horrible!

I knew she’d do this,
I should have listened to my dad.

He said all shrinks are frauds!

Open the door!

Open the door!

Okay, Camille.

- Let’s say I did talk to her.
- I knew it!

What difference would it make?

It proves you’re a liar.

What do you take me for?
You’re unethical too!

My mom wasn’t supposed
to influence your judgment.

You should have read the report first,
before asking your questions.

I can have my own opinion too.

I wanted to take the time
to read the report before next time.

Next time?

I’ll need to see you 3 or 4 times
to form an opinion.

I have to get to know you better.

What do you think?

Otherwise
it wouldn’t be very... ethical.

A freaky photo.

Makes you dizzy.

No need to go so high.

Down here on earth
you can sometimes get very dizzy.

Have you read all these
or are they just for show?

They’re just for show.

You’re funny, actually.

Do you have asthma?

No, my daughter does.

Thanks,
she was looking for that.

She could have died.

You too, according to this.

This expert, the psychologist...

Stupid cow!

Did she ask you
if you thought about death a lot?

That’s exactly what she asked.

Her hypothesis here

is that you deliberately caused
the accident.

You were right not to answer her.

She omitted to mention
an essential detail.

Everyone thinks about death.

She could have asked you
if you’ve dreamed about it.

Or how you feel when someone dies
in a book or a film that you like.

Everyone thinks about it,
but is afraid of admitting it.

Yet it’s part
of everyone’s everyday existence.

Because deep down
we know it’ll happen to us one day.

Do you sometimes do that, Camille?

Do you imagine dying?

It’s things like this
I’d like you to tell me about,

as they come to mind.

- You mustn’t be afraid of...
- I’m not afraid.

Are all three sessions
going to be like this?

Why? Does that sound unbearable?

Can I have a glass of water?

I’m prepared for anything.

You see?

It bends.

Thanks.

It can’t be easy living like that,
encased in that armor.

It’s okay. The worst bit
is being treated like a baby.

Did you come on your own?
No one brought you?

- Your mother didn’t offer?
- A good thing she didn’t!

Is that really what you think?

What does that mean?

When you got angry because you thought
I’d talked to your mother,

I thought,
“She should have called me. Why...”

Hang on,
I don’t understand.

- Didn’t she call you?
- No.

Did she or not?

No, she didn’t. Absolutely not.

We’re not back on this, are we?

Listen, Camille.

I think that deep down
you wanted your mother to call me.

If only to...

give you a reason to be angry.

You just don’t get it.

- You’re miles away from what I feel.
- Exactly.

That’s what I’m trying to make you see.
I want you to explain.

My mom thinks
that what’s in the report is the truth.

What truth?

“Morbid thoughts”,
“suicidal impulses”...

What does that have to do
with the report?

She thinks I cracked up
because of the pressure,

the stress to get results.

She thinks that made me
try to kill myself.

But it’s bullshit.

I’ve lived with the pressure
and the stress for years.

I know how to handle it.

I’ve had to,
because she’s never supported me.

All the other moms
are there at training.

She says..

I don’t need it.

I don’t have to do it.

She refuses to accept that I love it.

Why would I hurt myself
just before the trials?

When...

And if I fall with the insurance,
I’m screwed.

My mom’ll have to pay.

She’ll say it’s my fault
and make me stop swimming.

If you fall?

Stop it, you know what I mean.

If I fail.

If you fail at what?

It’s not a test.

Stop making me say stuff.

I don’t care how you interpret it!

I don’t want to play your shrink games!
Do you understand?

All I want

is for you to write that I’m not
a lunatic who cycles into cars!

Camille, listen.

Camille!

All I want is to understand
exactly what you’re asking of me.

And I want you to understand

what you’re looking for here.

You want me to confirm that you’re
a normal person, not a maniac.

Is that the exam
you’re afraid of failing?

Isn’t the time up?

It’s not rigid.

We have however much time we need.

What if people want to get hold of you?

How do you mean?

Are you afraid
people might need me?

You take being a pain
to another level!

- What about with your daughter?
- What do you mean?

What if she wanted to talk to you
right now,

what would she do?

What do you do
if you have a problem?

It’s funny.

I ask about your daughter
and you deflect the question.

Don’t worry about her.

She knows she can text me,

and I’ll get back to her
between two sessions.

Whom do you call
when you have a problem,

an urgent question?

Snapchat.

Snap what?

Snapchat.

An app. You send photos...

Yes, yes, of course.

My dad’s always on it.

He lives abroad,
so he sends me photos.

That’s our code.

- I couldn’t do that with you.
- That’s for sure!

How are things with your father?

My dad...

is always there.

Always?

He can sense it when I need him.

When they put me in the ambulance,

he called me, a minute later.

Well, I was out of it,
but they told me after.

You have a telepathic link?

We’re connected.

He’s the only person
who really loves me.

And who believes me
when I say I didn’t cause the accident.

Well, there’s Nico too.

Nico? Who’s that?

This...

is Nico.

The mermaid’s Nico?

No, Nico drew it, he’s my coach.

And it was Zoé who drew--
no, who colored it in.

Zoé is his daughter.

I used to babysit for her.

Can I go now?

You were the babysitter
for your coach’s daughter?

Yeah.

So Nico’s the only person,

besides your father,
who understands you?

They’re the only two people who believe
you didn’t cause the accident?

I dunno. Is that important?

Is it for your report?

Look.

I’d like us to do some homework
for next time, okay?

Like what?

Like I’ll start writing my report,

but I’d like you to write yours too.

Mine?

I’d like you to write
what you honestly think

about what the insurance woman wrote.

How am I supposed to write anything?

Get some help.

Or record it.

I bet you have an app on your phone.

I don’t really feel like it.

I think you can do it.

Well, goodbye.

Do we agree?

Will you try to do that for next week?

We’ll see.