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Charlotte.

- Charlotte.
- Yes?

Can you come here, please?

- What?
- The toilet’s blocked.

Really?

Call a plumber.

I’ve got my next session
in five minutes.

- What do you want me to say?
- Nothing.

- It’s just a pain!
- What is it?

Are you embarrassed
for your patients? It happens!

Right, so you’re not going to help.

Call a plumber.

Thanks.

Plumber!

I’ve got nothing better to do!

IN THERAPY

ARIANE – MONDAY, NOVEMBER 23, 2015, 9 A.M.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Can we go back to the dream
I told you about 2 weeks ago?

If you don’t mind.

I’d rather pick up
where we left off last time.

It seems to me...

I’ll stop you right there,
I said yes.

I said yes to Cédric.

It’ll probably be in September.

Deciding this late,
June and July will be fully booked.

So, my dream.

Do you remember?

There were some fish in a tank,
which I had to fill.

Why are you staring like that?

Aren’t you happy?

You should be happy for me.
You haven’t even congratulated me.

I’m getting married.
Isn’t that something we tend to rejoice?

And you really should be happy
because...

I’ve chosen you as best man.

No, that’s a joke.

But you and your wife are invited.

It’s in large part thanks to you.

You really are invited.

We made the list
when we decided yesterday,

because it’s nice to do.

And we thought of you
almost immediately.

You say you decided only yesterday?

Yes.

It took us some time.

After I realized in our session
that I might have pushed...

Cédric...

to give me that ultimatum...

Well,
I asked him for a bit more time

and he agreed.

He’s grateful to you.
He was skeptical about psychoanalysis.

You can’t probe too deep with him.

But now he thinks you’re...

a super-therapist,
knowing that you were on our side.

I wonder what this surprising change
from “I” to “we” might signify.

Did you notice
you’ve begun talking about “our list”

and being “on our side”?

Yeah.

So what’s the problem?
We’re getting married.

- Aren’t we?
- You’ve shed your doubts?

I don’t know, I’m happy.

Which isn’t always the case.

So you could...

make a bit of an effort.

I feel you’re making quite an effort
to display your joy.

After last week, I wonder
if the turnaround is a bit sudden.

You think I’m faking it?

That I’m actually depressed?

That’s a horrible thing to think.

Are you aware of
the scuba diving term

that is called “the bends”?

It occurs when rising
to the surface too quickly.

It’s very dangerous.

The lungs can even explode.

It isn’t always immediate,
it may happen later,

when they get on the plane
to return home.

My feeling is that last week

you were deep underwater,

and now you’re bobbing calmly
on the surface.

I’m just wondering if you may
have come up a bit too quickly.

Have you ever been scuba diving?

Yes, when we were younger we...

I’ve done a bit of diving.

See, you also have a problem
with the “we”.

It would seem.

Right, well...
where were we?

I’m really struggling
to imagine you underwater.

Where was it?

Greece? Corsica?

I stopped going. I...
Why, are you interested in diving?

No, but I’m at level 2,
so the bends...

I’ve mastered it.

Some people
are so graceful underwater,

while for others it’s as if they’re...

in an armchair.

What are you suddenly thinking about?

It’s stupid, I’m thinking about...

a kid, barely 20 years old,
on my operating table.

Full of youth, full of life,
he was beautiful.

But he had these holes...

this big, in his lungs.

And he fought so hard
to cling to his life.

And then I...

I thought,
“What if that was him?”

And imagining you in his place, it...

it made me want to puke.

The diving metaphor
was for you, Ariane.

It’s your lungs that are in danger.

Can we stop the misery session?

Wedding, happiness, invitations,
caterer, and so on.

A little normalcy.

Tell me.

What happened yesterday
to cause such a quick turnaround?

Remember Nadia?

Cédric’s ex, who’s just had a baby?

Since she gave birth,

she’s been nagging us
to go and visit them.

So far you’d been refusing to go.

While she was pregnant
she learned to make sushi.

She had to hold back for nine months,

so now she’s throwing sushi parties

every Sunday with lots of people.

She asked us again.

And as Cédric had been
super attentive to me all week,

I wanted to be nice,

so I agreed.

- To go for dinner?
- Yes.

So you went?

Are you telling this or am I?

Carry on, I’m listening.

So there we were last night,

in her huge flat
with an amazing view of the Sacré-Cœur.

As we arrived
everyone turned to look at us.

Well, everyone turned to look at me.

And I realized they knew.

What did they know?

That I’d worked
the night of the attacks.

Cédric must’ve told them
I was operating that night.

They all made such a fuss of me.

“Okay, Ariane?”
“Had enough to eat?”

“The music isn’t too loud?”

Shit, they were infuriating!

Yet they kept their distance.

They were afraid of something,
I don’t know what.

Maybe they wished I wasn’t there.
I was a mood killer.

So to provoke them,
I told them everything,

down to the most sordid details,

like the blood under my fingernails.

Since we ran out of gloves.

And there was Nadia,
“Oh, you poor darling!

“It must have been terrible.”

What a stupid bitch.

Did I tell you she was?

You resented her compassion?

It wasn’t compassion.

It was pity.

How long did that go on?

No, they moved on
to more cheerful subjects.

The baby woke up,
everyone started gushing...

Nadia got her huge breast out

in a very natural way!

And at the same time it had...

the most incredibly strange
effect on me.

What was strange?

Well, Nadia wasn’t...

It was like a picture.

Like a...

vignette.

Almost unreal.

But there it was, this picture which...

stood out from the wallpaper
with its really strange pattern.

It made me think
of an ad for life insurance.

Or...

a painting.

A Renaissance painting.

They’re not very similar.

You know,
when there are figures like that,

which emerge

from a flat background,

like a Hindu god.

What was on the wallpaper
behind Nadia?

It’s funny,
you don’t have any patterns

on your walls.

You’re so obsessed
with the details of people’s lives

that I wouldn’t be surprised
to see patterns everywhere.

Unless your wife
is in charge of the decor.

I hope the rest of the place
is a bit more modern than...

in here.

Was there a pattern in particular

on the wallpaper
you could see behind Nadia?

What did this repeated pattern
look like?

Like crowns.

Sort of golden.

What comes to mind?

I...

Nests.

Nests all over the walls.

What do you mean?

I don’t know, these lines...

all interlaced with each other,
tangled up.

Like nests.

But the weird thing is,
the nests made me think of cages.

And that was when I said yes.

I raised my glass and I said,

“Cédric and I are getting married.”

You should have seen their faces!

Especially Cédric’s.

Let’s try to analyze
where the yes came from.

Because for months,
and especially today,

nothing you’ve ever said about Cédric
has made me expect a yes.

That’s why I want us to consider this.
Why did you say yes?

Do you think that...

he realized
that taking me to his ex’s

was a way of showing me her nest?

Perhaps.

He’s no psychologist.

He doesn’t even know
the way things work with me in bed,

so as for what goes on in my head...

We’re barely engaged

and I’m badmouthing him
behind his back!

You haven’t answered.

Why did you say yes?

I told you.

A desire for normality.

The thought of a bit of joy
in all this

and a white dress
rather than a bloodstained white coat.

I understand, but you could have
just as easily said yes last week.

You still don’t understand why
or are you pretending?

I said yes because you said no.

I said no?

You were very clear last week.

But I don’t hold it against you.
I understood.

I don’t blame you at all.

Perhaps.

Tell me, in your fantasy,

how did you think I’d react
to your declaration?

Can you stop it with the word “fantasy”?

I feel like you...

think I’m a nymphomaniac
or erotomaniac or something.

Fantasies aren’t only sexual in nature.

They structure our subconscious
and have driven us since childhood.

Please.

You have often spoken

of the summer
when you were 14, at Cap d’Agde.

Stop it.

It’s unworthy...

of you and of me.

Wherever this analysis leads us,
nothing is unworthy.

You stayed
with friends of your father.

How is this related?

That summer
made a big impression on you.

You’ve mentioned if often.

No kidding!

My mom had just died
and you ask why it made an impression?

Your mother had just died

and your father
was completely devastated.

He sent you to this childless couple.

What were their names?

Serge and Karine.

Serge and Karine, right.

A place by the sea..

Your father was depressed.

You used a word to describe him.
He was...?

Toxic.

He was moping alone at home,

and called you every day
to tell you how unhappy he was

and how he missed your mother.

So?

How is it related?

But you were happy,
staying with that couple.

They were dynamic,
full of life, cheerful...

the opposite of your father.

If you say so.

They took care of you,
kept you active.

Right?

Yes, they took me camping,

taught me to dive.

I had lots of existential questions,

I was a teenager,
and they took me seriously.

And it was with him,

well, with them,
that I smoked my first joint.

It’s mostly Serge
who evokes the memories.

He looked like that actor...?

George Clooney.

I used to watch
that TV series ER all the time.

But how is this related?

When summer ended,

they said they wished
they’d had a daughter like you.

I’d have loved to have stayed.

I’d have done anything
to have them adopt me.

I even asked them
if that was possible.

And they gave me this look of...

pity.

She must have said something like,
“Oh, the poor kid!”

Really it was him
I wanted to stay with.

She was nice, but...

I was 14, I wanted him all for me.

You had just lost your mother

and your father became the opposite
of what you wanted.

He was weak, needy,

a poisonous figure
dragging you into darkness.

Then along came Serge,
mature and reassuring,

like a lifeline when you were adrift.

Think about it.

The refuge where you now take Shelter,

maybe to hide
from all the things that scare you,

from what Cédric,
marriage, and children represent...

That refuge is here.

In many ways
what happens between us here

already happened
that summer you were 14.

But there’s a big difference.

I’m no longer a young girl of 14.

And I don’t want you to adopt me.

I want you to screw me.

Screw you or save you?

I have to go to the toilet.

Wait.

Wait.

Actually, you can’t.

I know it’s bad form
during a session, but...

No, it’s not that.
The toilet’s blocked.

Really?

You thought I wanted
to use your toilet here?

In your apartment.

No, I just wanted to stop the session
so as not to wet myself.

- Your imagination got carried away.
- What?

You fantasized
about me violating your privacy.

You’re over-interpreting.

For once it’s me doing that?

You missed a great chance
to stay quiet there.

That was a Freudian slip, I think.

Since we’re onto Freud,

do you know
the principle of urethral eroticism?

Here we go again, okay!

I would like...

to explain my reaction
to clear up any misunderstanding.

By interrupting the session
to go to the toilet,

you subconsciously employed
a strategy from early childhood

which consists
of imposing on the other the pleasure

one derives
from one’s own micturition.

“The pleasure one derives
from one’s own micturition”?

You went for it.

I think you’re the one excited
by imagining me pissing in your toilet.

Maybe that’s in your mind
when you’re next to your wife in bed.

Maybe that’s what you were afraid of.

That I might see her
in the corridor.

Or that she might see me?

So, what’s she...

What’s she like, beautiful?

Is she more beautiful than me?

My wife has nothing to do with this.

Let’s stop this,
you’re struggling with it.

You know what?

I don’t need to pee anymore.

I have 5 minutes, right?

Tell me.

Does Freud explain how to deal
with a patient in love with her shrink?

Especially if she tries
to meet the shrink’s wife.

That’s a thousand-euro question.

The answer is simple.

It depends on the shrink’s
feelings for his patient.

Listen, I think we both went a bit far

with that toilet business.

My reaction was a bit over the top,

when it was simply
a problem of interpretation.

Aren’t you sick
of hiding behind your interpretations?

It’s too easy.
Whatever I say or do,

you find a way to show
that nothing’s happening between us.

You always reduce me
to the 15-year-old

who knows nothing about life.

But, on that point,
if a young girl

falls madly in love

and...

doesn’t understand
that the feeling isn’t mutual,

she must elicit your pity, right?

You seem to have
a violent reaction to pity,

like when Serge and Karine...

Can you stop being so condescending?

I know when I turn someone on.

Know what I thought of you
when I first met you?

Tell me.

I thought, “This guy...

“is dead inside.

“He’s well-groomed,
very professional, but...

“but inside...

“he’s stopped living.”

And I wanted to revive you.

Do you believe
that’s a consequence of marriage?

That one stops living?

Is that what awaits you
if you marry Cédric?

Worst of all,
I didn’t need to do anything.

I didn’t need to reinflate your lungs
with my mouth,

or rub your skin
to raise your body temperature,

or even restart your heart
with my hands.

I...

I just had to come here.

And my presence alone
was enough to...

resuscitate you.

See, you’re blushing.

The mind can do what it likes,
but blood doesn’t lie.

I’m sorry because...

No, I expected this reaction.

How could it happen
to a man like you,

a rock-solid professional?

But something did happen.

And I know that.

And you know it too.

What do you think happened?

You and me.

Me thinking about you
all week,

and you waiting for Sunday evening,

knowing that you’d see me
the next morning.

We’ll stop there.
We’ll talk about it next week.

Sorry to be such a coward.

If I was a bit braver,
I’d have leaned over and kissed you.

To prove that I’m right.

And it’s a shame
that you’re a coward too.

I want to ask you one last thing.

As I’m getting married,
I want you to be honest.

I think you owe me at least that.

Ask me.

Do you feel desire for me?

My only desire is to conduct
this analysis to its conclusion.