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Hey, big guy, it’s me.

You haven’t seen your mom? No?

- She hasn’t been home?
- I don’t think so.

Okay.

What are you eating?

An apple?
That doesn’t sound like an apple.

That sounds like crisps.

Never mind.

I’ll see you later.

Kiss-kiss!

I get tons of fresh fruit,
and she keeps buying him shit.

He stuffs his face
as soon as my back’s turned.

- Sit down, she’ll soon be here.
- No, I’m okay.

You can phone in the next...

Hello, this is...

A week after the attacks
and she doesn’t answer!

Yeah, Léo.

It’s me, I’m at Dayan’s.

Sorry, I’m at Dr. Dayan’s.

Where the hell are you?

IN THERAPY

LÉONORA AND DAMIEN,
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 2015, 5 P.M.

Yes, Alice, hello.

It’s Damien, Léonora’s husband.
Remember?

Yeah, right.

Look, has she left?

Yes, she has.

Okay, and was she alone?

Well, like,
was she alone or with someone?

Okay. That’s great!

See, you can do it when you try!

It’s been a joy!

Thank you.

What a bitch!

Léonora’s office?

So arrogant, even the receptionist!

I really can’t stand that attitude.

Remind me what she does.

An insurance company
in the center of Paris.

Assistant manager.

She barely even sees her son
during the week.

How are you feeling, Mr. Jeannerey?

Is something bothering you?

Didn’t we say we’d wait for her?

There’s nothing to stop us talking
while we wait.

When your wife arrives
we can summarize what we’ve said.

Okay.

We’ll wait for her.

Let me put it another way.

I feel that you’re uncomfortable
being here with me without her.

I’m good.

Excuse me.

Anne, hello, it’s Damien.

Yeah, fine.

Look, do you know
how I can get hold of Léonora?

No, I’m asking you
because she’s not with me.

Never mind, forget it.

Yes, I’ll call you later, bye.

Her mother’s a right case too.

- Meaning?
- The way the whole family talks.

They’re stinking rich, rolling in it.

Léonora too?

What do you think?

I keep her grounded.

So Anne is her mother?

Her mother, episode 2!

Yes, Anne?

What? What’s happened?

What, there’s been an attack?

So why are you talking
about an attack?

Are you trying to scare me?

Don’t scare other people
just because you’re worried!

Look, I’m busy here,
I’ll call you later.

I’ve opened
the maternal-hysteria floodgates now!

I’m sorry,

but you just told her
you don’t know where her daughter is.

So?

You’re waiting for your wife,
you don’t know where she is,

you call your mother-in-law to ask her,
but since she doesn’t know...

you’re passing on
the object of your anxiety.

“The object of...”
So you’re starting, huh?

The situation of waiting
activates something primal in us.

What we want, deep down,
is the answer to our request.

This answer, in a way,
is what makes us exist.

If she doesn’t come,
we fall into a hole.

It’s deeply stressful.

You’re overthinking it.
My mother-in-law is just a pain.

Yes, that’s quite a universal thing.

And your worrying...

did it start with the attacks
or is it inborn?

Well, I’ll be off.

- You don’t mind if...
- Where are you going?

Give her a bit more time,
she was late last time too.

Hang on, did I put my phone on silent?

Shit, she called me back!

Sorry, I’ve got to go,
it’s driving me mad sitting here.

- You can wait in the waiting room.
- No.

Wait here, then.

What’s driving you mad?

You mean the way I deal with lack?

Interesting that you talk of lack.

That’s how I’d analyze the situation.

If the answer to the request
doesn’t come, we’re in lack, right?

- You’ve read Lacan.
- Does that surprise you?

Hello, Doctor, sorry I’m late.

Come on in.

Sorry, I came as quick as I could.

I kept calling you.

Where were you?

See, I forgot to activate
the ring tone.

At work, where else?

I told you this time slot
wasn’t great for me.

And you?

What have you been doing?
Has he been rude?

No.

We were talking about lack.

It was going somewhere interesting.

- Alice said you left ages ago.
- I went to a meeting.

Okay.

And that suit?

How sweet,
he’s noticed I’ve bought a new suit!

I spilt my coffee, during the meeting.

Okay. What was the meeting?

What’s got into you?
It was all snarled up around Opéra.

Three o’clock!
Alice said you left at three.

How many times do I have to tell you
I went to a meeting?

Who with?

What’s got into you? With Benjamin.

Excuse me, but who’s Benjamin?

My boss.

So you call him Benjamin now?

Where was the meeting?

In a café. Are we going to talk nonsense
for the whole session?

I’m not the one
who turned up 15 minutes late.

Is this common for you, being late?

Within the limits of good manners.

You have, in fact, been late
for all three of our sessions.

I offer my sincere apologies.

Should I take it as a form
of reticence to our sessions?

I think you’re overstating
its importance.

So I deduce that you have
a tendency to be late.

Is that right?

And you have a tendency
to not like it. Am I right?

Let’s say he has a tendency
to be very suspicious.

What is it you fear?

You think
she’s not telling you everything?

Is that why you were so tense?

I wasn’t tense.
You were uncomfortable with me...

Neurotic!

You’ve noticed?

- Maybe we...
- Where did you buy the suit?

Don’t interrupt Dayan... Dr. Dayan.

Tell me. Where did you buy it?

I told you, I spilt coffee everywhere,
I had to get changed.

Which café were you in?

You see what he puts me through?

At Madeleine,
the nearest one to the office.

I had an Americano with a drop of milk,

and he had Earl Grey tea.

Do you want the bill? Hang on.

I’ve got it here.

Oh, no!

No, hang on, I lied.

Sorry about that.

He didn’t have Early Grey,
but organic green tea. You’d like that.

Yeah, treat me
like a fool!

- Come on, let’s go.
- Stop it, Damien.

Stop it.

What do we owe you, Doctor?

What’s going on?

We’re wasting our time.

She bought that from her favorite shop
on Rue de Rennes.

So while we were waiting for her
so we could discuss the baby,

she went to her obstetrician
at Sèvres-Babylone to book an abortion.

I didn’t do that at all,
I just bought a new suit.

Look me in the eyes
and tell me you didn’t go to see him.

- I didn’t book it.
- I knew it!

I didn’t book it.

What did you do?

You were there last time,

you know he said that I’d have
to have tests, just in case.

So he took some blood.

Right, but I’m paranoid?

It’s why I don’t tell you.

Because you react like a lunatic.

I didn’t make any decision,

I just don’t want to be forced
into a non-choice by not anticipating.

I anticipate in life. There!

Because I don’t?

I have three shops and six employees,

and I manage perishable goods,
but I don’t anticipate?

Are you and your gynecologist
anticipating and asking my opinion?

Or are you doing it by yourselves?

We saw each other all the time
for the IVF. We can talk, can’t we?

So you dressed up for him?
Did he do an in-depth examination?

You really are a total asshole!

There we go!
I’ll help you decipher this.

If she insults me,
it means I’ve hit home.

I think your partner...

My wife. We’re married.

Your wife is trying to tell you that
she struggles to discuss this with you.

There’s something I don’t get here.

So it’s my fault?

She saw her gynecologist
behind my back, and I’m to blame?

Admit it,
she’s paying you secretly, right?

Yeah, right!

I’ve bribed him to agree with me!

On the other hand,

you are behaving
like you have something to hide.

Your lies make me paranoid, that’s all.

I lie because you won’t let up.

- There’s no place for my doubts.
- What doubts?

He’s already decided: no abortion.

You’ve seen how he reacts
to any questioning of it.

This may sound a bit intrusive,

but extreme worry
can come across as aggressive.

Your husband wants to understand
how things are for you.

He’s awkward about it,
but it speaks volumes.

Next you’ll tell me
that he insults me out of love.

I didn’t insult you, I just said
you’re a liar, which is true.

I’ll go to the gynecologist tomorrow
and decide.

Hang on, this is insane.

He tried for 5 years
to help you conceive,

and now he’ll perform your abortion?
It’s beyond me!

He understands what I’m feeling.

On that point,

what makes you say
that he understands you?

What has he discerned from you?

I don’t feel capable
of loving another child.

I feel that..

I’m already angry with it.

And that’s nothing yet.

I’m full of hormones now,
but once I’ve had it...

I’ll get the worst-ever baby blues.

It was like that last time.

Do you remember?

Those first months were so tough.

I couldn’t breastfeed him,
I cried every night...

Yet we were really into the idea!

The truth is, I’m scared.

I won’t be able
to look after another child

because I won’t love it.

I’m afraid of myself,
I don’t know what I’m capable of.

So?

Was I convincing enough?

Do you too want to listen to me?

To understand me?

You’re crazy!

Why?

Because I’m fighting to preserve
my right to choose?

You’re insane!

If so, why try to force me
to have another kid?

Tell her that she’s sick.

Tell her what it means
to put on that depressed-mother act.

- It’s my pregnancy.
- No, it’s our pregnancy.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

The morning sickness, the hemorrhoids,
the 15 kilos to work off?

I want to be free to choose.

Sorry that I...

put on that act.

Really?

Yes, really.

I mean,

was it really an act?

She’s a compulsive liar.
What more do you need?

I lied and I said sorry.
Shall I stand in the corner?

Let’s think this over. Yes,

you invented and played that character,

but where did it come from?

Why did you play that character
rather than another?

It was the scariest.

The scariest for whom?

A choice, even fictitious,
says something about you,

about this “other” speaking for you,
this mysterious other.

And which speaks even more clearly
when freed up by fiction.

For the subconscious
there’s no such thing as a lie.

The intention to mislead is real.

But regarding the matter,
the substance, of this dishonesty,

the words used...

that’s something else.

Is that from your pal Lacan?

I’m just trying to hear
what she is trying to tell you.

What am I trying to tell him?

Maybe she’s trying to express
how afraid she is.

How panicked she is
about the arrival of this child.

Maybe she’s exaggerating these fears
in a theatrical way,

so that you’ll pay attention.

Why would I do that?

He’s just finding excuses

for your selfishness
and mouthing off about hemorrhoids!

I’ll try again
because you’re both sulking now.

I think you’re better than that.

You’ll like this, Mr. Jeannerey.

I’ll talk about structure and position,

like Lacan, whom you have read.

A couple is a minimum structure,
with two elements.

So if a position is taken up
by one member of the couple,

it’s forbidden to the other,

who takes up an opposite
or complementary position.

Your concern about the ability
of both of you

to have another child exists.

Only, since it was Mrs. Jeannerey
who brought the question up first,

you’re compensating
by taking up the opposite position.

You see?

Your position...

Hang on, this is bullshit!

We had eight IVF attempts.
Our desire for a child is obvious.

I had eight IVF attempts.

For five years
I had injections every week,

I had a regime for sleeping,
eating, breathing and fucking.

Know how many hands
groped me during that time?

All for nothing.

We were told to stop.

The gynecologist told us
we had to accept it,

and no one in our entourage,
including you,

said to me,
“Think about yourself now. Move on.”

So when..

I got pregnant a year later,

when I was the perfect weight

and I’d come to terms
with not having another child...

With an idiot.

You’re such an asshole!

See, it hit home!

Insulting me, it hit home.

When we were fucking in the kitchen
while your husband was away,

you found me sexy, right?

I still do.

- Less than Benjamin, though?
- You’re totally wrong, believe me!

- But you won’t have a child with me.
- We’ve had one!

Know where he is?

At home stuffing his face
with the shit you buy,

while I’m opening a chain
of organic supermarkets.

Three shops, is that a chain?

That’s the confidence she has in me!

Look what just happened.

Whether you talk
about your present or future child,

a moment later
you’re back to your conflict.

I think that’s what’s at play here,

the discord between the two of you,

the gap that you feel between you.

I’m lost. We came three weeks ago,

on the recommendation of...
What’s his name?

- Cuvier.
- Yes, Professor Cuvier.

So that you’d help us
come to a decision

regarding Léonora’s pregnancy. Okay?

Not only have we got nowhere,
but now you say we don’t get on.

If I hear what you...

No, stop!
We don’t give a damn what you hear!

All we want to know is,
do you keep this baby or not?

I don’t think you can answer that
without examining what lies beneath.

Do you have no shame?

- Can you sleep at night?
- What?

You know,
after manipulating people like this.

We come for advice
and you push us towards divorce.

- Sorry?
- Yes!

- Who’s talking about divorce?
- He is!

We came for him to help us decide,

and he puts these ideas in our head!

It’s simple.
Do we keep the child or not?

You want me to answer that?

Do you understand French?

We want your opinion
about this abortion.

Do we get an abortion? Answer!

Yes or no? Answer.

Okay.
Mrs. Jeannerey should have an abortion.

Are you serious?

You see what just happened?

Radicalization of the positions.

You violently ordered me to take one.

I had no choice
but to take the one you left me,

the one opposite to yours.

That’s exactly what’s happening
between Léonora and you.

Of course it’s not up to me
to say whether you have an abortion.

- But that’s just what you did.
- No, I just explained...

No, you explained
that there’s no such thing as fiction.

What you really think is what came out.

- You want to kill our child.
- Damien!

- Stop it!
- It’s what you wanted!

Come on, let’s go.

Mr. Jeannerey, my role here

is to make dialogue between you
possible.

We’re going.

No one else can take that decision.

Yeah, yeah!

It’s your...

I’m sorry, Mrs. Jeannerey.

Hello, this is Esther Gaget.

Please leave your name and number
and I’ll call you back.

Esther.

Hello, it’s Philippe.

Philippe Dayan.

As surprising as it might seem,
I really need to talk to you.