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Shit! Pull over here, pull over here!

- Hello?
- We’re nearly there.

How many times
do I have to tell you?

Camille, what’s gotten into you?

You can’t get out in this rain,
you’ll catch your death.

Let me go!

Let me get out!

IN THERAPY

CAMILLE,
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 25, 2015, 11 A.M.

- Everything okay?
- Great!

You’re soaked.

I spend 6 hours a day in a pool,
it’s not a problem.

You’ll catch cold,
I’ll get you a towel.

I’m fine.

Are you worried about your couch?

Wait here, I’ll be right back.

These are my daughter’s,
they should fit.

We’ll put yours in the dryer.

Have you asked her?

There’s no need.

- I’d be furious.
- It won’t be a problem.

You can go to the restroom
or the waiting room, it’s empty.

How do I manage with my casts?

You’ll have to help me.

Don’t be embarrassed.

Loads of people have helped me undress
since I’ve had them.

Come on, my wife must be here.

She can help you.

You’re really pretty.

I’m flat-chested. My mom thinks
it’s because of the sport.

That’s nonsense.

How do you manage every day?

I don’t.

Couldn’t you have just broken one?

I broke an arm when I was 12.

The only good thing about it

was hitting boys with my cast.

- Did they bother you?
- No, I don’t think so.

I needed to let off steam.
I enjoyed hitting them.

They were boys.

Too bad for them!

She’s nice.

- Who, my wife?
- She’s great.

I know.

She’s not afraid, she’s direct.

Not like you.

Meaning?

You always tread so carefully
before making the slightest comment.

If she came to the club with me,

she’d tell them a few home truths!

Whom would you like her
to tell some home truths?

Have you written my report?

No, not really.

What are you waiting for?
That’s why I have to come here.

I’m still getting to know you.

And you, have you tried?

With my dad, yes.

But he’s too busy
with his latest video.

Is he a musician?

He makes ads
but he’s an artist.

He makes videos
for some great bands.

He thinks it’s stupid

that you think I should write
my own evaluation.

He says you’re a charlatan.

Are you?

That’s not for me to say.

Later on, you can judge
the work we’ve done together.

I tried writing it
with my mom too, but...

that bombed, obviously.

Why obviously?

She’s stupid and crazy.

She should be here really, not me.

We starting arguing,

lots of shouting, as usual,

so I went to the club.

The club? The swimming club?

Yeah, not Club Med!

I thought Nico could help me write it.

Nico’s your coach?

But he was too busy as well.

He’s snowed under
with preparing for the Olympics.

So what did you do?

I hung out with the girls
after training,

and I went and slept at Julia’s.

She lives next to the pool.

What did you argue
with your mother about?

We didn’t really argue,

it’s just that she wanted
to write it all for me.

I could do it by myself,

but she said that with my casts
it would take all night.

It made me mad.

So I threw the paper at her
and went out.

So, you wanted her help

to formulate your sentences,
but not to write them?

Anyway,
we always end up falling out.

Except that this time
you didn’t go home.

So?

Reassure me.

You don’t sleep out
each time you argue with your mother?

A good thing I don’t,
otherwise I’d never sleep at home!

What was different this time?

Did you come straight from Julia’s?

Yeah.

She lives miles away.
That’s why I was late.

Camille,

before you got here,
I received a call from your phone.

You were asking someone
to let you out of their car.

I just wanted
to let you know I’d be late.

But I saw I was close,
so I didn’t bother.

I thought I’d hung up.

No, you hadn’t hung up.

I clearly heard you talking to a man.

That was a private conversation!

Why didn’t you hang up?

If you were my patient,

I’d tell you that nothing happens
entirely by chance.

I’m wondering if, in some way,
you wanted me to hear that.

If I was, I’d choose a shrink
who didn’t spy on me!

Was the man in the car your father?

Haven’t you been listening?

I told you we fell out last night.

You told me
you argued with your mother.

Not with your father.

It’s none of your business
who I came here with.

Earlier on,

you said you would like my wife

to come to the swimming club

to tell everyone some home truths.

What truths exactly
would you like her to tell them?

Is this your daughter’s style?

That’s sad.

Why is it sad?

The middle-class girl
pretending she’s hood.

So, no chance
of getting my report, then?

You won’t give it to me today.

No point in me staying, then.

I’m going.

My clothes should be dry by now.

I don’t know.

Can you check, please?

Call your wife.

So she can help me.

This is pointless,
but you get paid for it.

Why didn’t you ask me
about the phone call?

- I was waiting for you to mention it.
- Yeah, right!

Camille, how can I write my report
if you won’t tell me the truth?

You think I’m hiding things?

I didn’t say that.

You’re thinking it. Same thing.

Why would you like my wife
to come with you to the club?

Can you give that a rest?

I never said I need her to come.

How do you get on
with the other girls?

Great!

They’re all little slags and hypocrites!

Little slags?

And hypocrites!

They all want to fuck Nico.

“Nico, help me with my cozzy.”

“Nico, push my hair
under my cap.”

They think sleeping with the trainer
will improve their lap times.

Is that what makes them hypocrites?

They’re like that for everything.

After my accident,
they came to the hospital.

They were “so sad” for me.

Really putting on a show.

Like after the Bataclan attack.

They couldn’t give a damn.

They posted photos
of flowers and prayers,

just so they’d get lots of likes.

All they care about is their lap times.

They all want to go to the Olympics.
They were...

so pleased to see me in that bed

with both arms in casts.

One less rival.

The only sincere one is Julia.

She didn’t even come to see me
in hospital.

We’re the best in the club.

She made it clear that I could die
as far as she was concerned,

and that she’d happily take my place
at the Olympics.

At least she’s honest.

I’d have been exactly the same.

Didn’t you sleep
at Julia’s place last night?

I didn’t sleep at her place.

After training,
I hid in the changing room.

I spent the night
locked in at the pool.

It was quiet.

It was dark everywhere.

Only the pool itself was lit up.

I could have spent hours
staring at the water.

But after a while I dropped off.

I fell asleep in the bleachers.

And at about 6 o’clock...

I heard a noise, the caretaker.

I slipped out
without him seeing me.

What did your mother think

when you got home
at the crack of dawn?

I didn’t go home.

I waited in a café
until training started.

Then Nico brought me here.

It was him in the car.

You seem very close to your coach.

You worked that out
listening to our conversation?

Top marks, Doctor!

He wanted to bring you to the door,

he was worried about you getting wet.

He thinks I’m helpless
with these casts.

It drives me mad,
he treats me like a baby.

It’s not really his fault.

He means well.
Like with his daughter, Zoé.

The little girl you used to babysit?

Who told you about that? Me?

Last week.

You really do listen!

So maybe I’m not a charlatan.

Why did you stop babysitting Zoé?

They didn’t need me anymore.

And she often had breathing problems,
but she was treated for that.

She’s better now.

And Rachel came back.

Rachel?

Nico’s wife.

She went to Marseille
to get her coaching certificate.

She used to be a swimmer.

Pretty crap, though.

Did you babysit there
for a long time?

No.

Well, yeah.

Did you like
looking after the little girl?

Zoé, yes.

She’s adorable.

She must still be fond of you.

Very.

Nico says she’s always asking about me.

They told her I can’t look after her
because of my accident.

I don’t care.

I told her I couldn’t live there
when her mom was back.

I wanted to prepare her for that.

But they didn’t tell me
what they told her. So I imagine that...

all the lies must be mixed up
in her head.

What?

What?

You look freaked out
all of a sudden.

I look freaked out?

You’re looking at me
like I’m nuts.

No, no, no,
I was remembering our last session.

You held your casts side by side,

and you said, “That’s Nico.”

Yes.

To show you the mermaid he’d drawn.

And you just said
you couldn’t live there

when Rachel got back.

I didn’t say I was living there.

You told Zoé you couldn’t live there
after her mom got back.

She’s a kid, for her it was
as if I was living with them.

When she went to bed I was there,
when she got home from school too.

I read her stories, I made her dinner.

Even when Nico was there,
she wanted me to stay.

You were like a second mom.

It couldn’t have been easy,

with her breathing problems.

Yeah, it was pretty freaky at times.

Sometimes she couldn’t breathe at night,
she’d wake up

and scream her head off.

Well, I wasn’t there.

Nico told me that.

Hang on,
what are we doing here?

What do you mean?

Camille,

I think there are things
you’d like to talk about.

I’m fine, thank you very much.

You should worry about your daughter.

My daughter?

LizaDayan75011,
that’s your daughter, right?

We have a mutual friend.

When I saw the name Dayan
on my friend’s feed,

I followed her account.

She gets dissed in the comments.

How does her getting insulted
make you feel?

I don’t give a damn.
She’s your daughter, not mine.

We were talking about Nico’s family,
then you showed me that video

that paints my daughter in a bad light.

Was that just by chance?

Like the phone call earlier.

It’s totally different.

Do people say
unkind things about you too?

At the swimming club, for example.

That happens, jealous people
saying nasty things about others,

behind their back.

Is it possible that some girls
at the club are jealous of you?

Of your relationship with Nicolas?

Stop talking to me
like I’m a two-year-old.

Fair enough.

I feel you’re scared to tell me

what others are saying about you.

My clothes are dry by now, right?

Can you check?

If I don’t get my report today,
at least I want my clothes back.

I’ve started your report.

Really?

Can I hear it?

“Evaluation of Camille Berthier,
16, high-school student.

“Camille is very athletic,
she swims at a high level.

“She’s a junior French champion

“and a potential hope
for the Olympic Games.

“She is undergoing a psychological
appraisal after a car accident.

“In our first session,
she made a strong impression on me.

“She is very sensitive,
very mature for her age,

“quick-witted, extremely intelligent,

“with a very interesting
and independent personality.”

You know, I...

I tried to write my evaluation
with my mom.

But she wasn’t able
to say anything positive about me.

And I could tell
that made her feel as sad as me.

We didn’t actually fall out.

I just wanted to stop it.

Do you really mean what you wrote?

Yes, I mean everything I wrote.
Every word.

It’s all generalizations so far,

it’s too vague
to be the basis of an appraisal.

This morning I tried brushing my teeth
like you.

How do you mean?

With finger and thumb.

No, I jam the brush in here.

- Why did you do that?
- I don’t know.

Just to see what it felt like.

I have nowhere to go.

What about your father?
Is he in Paris at the moment?

I told you we argued last night. Well...

it wasn’t a real argument, but...

he annoyed me with his video,
he never has time for me.

I could hear his latest tart
in the background.

She was talking
and he was answering her.

I immediately didn’t want to go to him.

But you’re not planning
to move to the pool for good?

No.

It’s a bit too humid as an apartment.

How do you get on with Rachel,
Nicolas’s wife?

Fine.

But I don’t want to talk about them.

Very well. We’ll come back to them
when you feel ready.

Camille, when you turned up earlier,

I got the feeling that someone
hasn’t respected certain rules with you.

I thought that if I had helped you
get changed,

I’d have infringed the same rules.

It was like you were testing me.

Like you were making sure
that this is a safe place,

and that things that happen elsewhere
will not happen here.

You know..

I’ve forgotten everything
at the exact moment of the accident.

But I remember that just after...

everything was silent.

Totally silent.

As if...

no sound had ever existed.

It was quieter
than the silence you feel

at the bottom of the pool.

Even in the ambulance

people were talking all around me and...

it was as if I was deaf.

And I felt relieved.

I thought that...

if I went deaf..

I’d never again have
to listen to other people.

But I started hearing again.

The paramedic kept saying,

“Speak to me, young lady.

“You have to talk to me.”

Then...

she wanted to let my parents know,
so they’d come

to the hospital.

She didn’t know there was no point.

They can’t even be together
for when I’m swimming in a race.

I tried to sit up.

I told the ambulance people
I wanted to see outside.

Really? Why outside?

When you’re on the street

and an ambulance passes
with its siren going,

people always turn and look.

I wanted to see what that looked like
from inside an ambulance.

To see their faces.

To see them wondering,

“Who’s in there?

“Are they going to live?”

But I couldn’t sit up.

So the paramedic, who was nice,

held a mirror so I could see outside.

But all I saw was my reflection.

And that terrified me.

The session’s over.

Good.

You’ve done very good work.

Camille, we’ll pick up there
when you come next week.

Plenty of time to write my report.

I’ll fetch your clothes

and call my wife to help you.

I’m not hurting you?

Tell me if I am.

There!

Now the other one.

The other one.

There.