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Hello.

What?

I’m sorry...

but that’s not possible.

Yes, I’m his wife
but you can’t talk to him.

I realize you’re a former patient,

but I can’t give you his number,
it’s not possible.

Because he died last year. Thank you.

IN THERAPY

ESTHER – FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 2015, 7 P.M.

Yes.

I’m glad to hear you’re better.

Yes. Take care, Léonora.

- Good evening.
- Good evening, Esther.

Some water?

Sorry.

No, thanks, I’m fine.

It’s true, she has someone else.

Charlotte.

She’s fucking someone else.

Checking the university was pointless.
She met him on the train.

He works at the European Parliament.
I don’t know what he does.

Probably saves us
from unpasteurized cheese

and defends the use
of endocrine disruptors. Anyway...

he’s divorced with two kids.

I don’t know what’s going on.

And look at us!

Have you read the papers, listened
to the radio, heard all that bullshit?

The forfeiture of nationality?
Have they gone mad?

Then there’s my patients.

My Bataclan cop
is leaving his wife, just like that.

He just came out with it.

She wants him to take fewer risks,
so, bang! He dumps her.

Absurd.

I also have a young Olympic swimmer
who’s sleeping with her coach.

- She told you?
- I have a strong suspicion.

A married man at least twice her age.

And she told me Liza is in a gang

that tags shopfronts, smokes joints,
and God knows what else.

She’s the female
of the tribe’s alpha male.

I tried to talk to her about it,
she blew me off.

And the cherry on the cake is Charlotte.

Fate is giving me a kicking.

Did I bring it on myself?

Charlotte says that I’ve abandoned her,

that I show no interest
in her or the kids.

Does Liza feel neglected?

She’s fallen under this guy’s spell.

They’re dealing. Well, so she claims.

Charlotte claims that?

No, Camille, the swimmer.

She found Liza on social media.
I don’t understand it.

I don’t understand either,
you’re mixing everything up.

Your patients, politics, social media...

Shall we focus
on what’s happening with Charlotte?

What can I do about it?

She’s having an affair,
it’s my problem to fix.

That’s how she sees it.

She tells me to find the solution
to our marriage crisis.

The world is collapsing,
everyone is afraid and confused,

starting with my patients,

and I have to keep a cool head

and listen calmly to my wife of 20 years

tell me how some other man
fucked her properly!

With details!

What are you talking about?

She really told you that?

- Charlotte?
- Ask her.

She...

This cold! I could kill her!

What, you could kill her?

Anyway, look.

I don’t know if murderous intent
has made me ill,

but if so, I’m justified!

Maybe you don’t know,
but Charlotte had a lively youth.

Like all the offspring
of the post-1968 petty bourgeoisie,

no limits were put
on her sexual activity

until AIDS came along, and even then...

But as a wife and mother
she certainly put all that behind her.

To be honest, I couldn’t say that sex
was the core of our relationship.

But now, I don’t know,
she’s had a relapse.

She’s doing a remake of the Kama Sutra
at the European Commission.

It’s beyond me.

Did she volunteer the details
or did you ask?

Why would I do that?

Well, let’s say I helped her along.

I need to evaluate the situation.
That’s normal, isn’t it?

You knew.

You sort of knew,
last time you were here.

Maybe she sensed that.

In any case, she seized the opportunity
to inform you clearly of the situation.

I think it was all part of her plan.

Telling me and watching me suffer.

- Why?
- She’s mad at me but can’t admit it.

A rocky marriage
doesn’t force you to play away.

You can talk to someone.

That’s what therapy is for.

What do you have there?

I spent all night coughing.
I can’t go without my sleep right now,

I’d fall to bits.

I prescribed myself cortisone.

You know that cortisone
will keep you awake.

And paracetamol with codeine
for my headache.

- And for sleep.
- Right!

Going the whole way!

I feel a bit stoned,
but that’s fine by me, if I’m honest.

- Can I have some water, please?
- Yes.

- Here.
- Thanks.

It’s shit!

I told you about the couple
where the husband called me a murderer.

Anyway, yesterday, when they seemed
to have resolved the abortion conflict,

or at least taken a step
towards each other,

all of a sudden, during the session,
she started bleeding.

- And?
- A miscarriage.

Just a typical day for me!

How is she?

All right. I talked to her
just before I got here.

There’ll be no consequences,
it was just a miscarriage.

At least her husband
can’t call me a murderer now.

But he might think the miscarriage
was caused by the therapy.

Maybe he’d be right.

He’d just told me
they could take the decision together

and it was their last session.

I’m not sure, thinking back,

but I reckon that at that moment
I had a doubt.

I thought, “Really? Are you sure
you have nothing more to say to me?”

And then...

You know it wasn’t your fault.

When they left, in shock,
I saw the stain where she’d sat.

Blood.

I just stood there,
both fascinated and horrified.

I had that phrase in my head,
“Blood will have blood.”

I think it’s Shakespeare.

That’s strange, isn’t it?

I panicked and called Charlotte,
to help me clean it up.

Instead of that, she told me
about her hanky-panky in Strasbourg.

Yes, you’ve had a nasty week.

We’re all, collectively,
going through a bad patch.

But with you
it’s really taken a contentious turn.

In particular, two different women
giving you an ultimatum.

- What are you talking about?
- An ultimatum.

Your wife telling you
to fix your marriage,

and this Ariane declaring her love
and urging you to take a stance.

So we’re back to that, are we?

Why?

Don’t you see the similarity
between the two demands?

I have three women on my back, not two.
You’re the third.

Is that why you prescribed those pills?

To protect you from me?

You feel that much under attack?

We all feel under attack
at the moment, don’t we?

It’s not just me.

This is an important question,

and it’s not an attack,
so don’t take it as such.

Do you think
your relationship with Charlotte

has been a sort of wall

protecting you from the desire
of your female patients?

A wall?

Where do you get this image from?
The woman is no longer an island,

but a wall?

The wall is for you.

I don’t understand.

Why would I want to protect myself
from their desire?

Do you no longer believe
in transference?

Obviously patients feel desire
for their analyst.

We don’t demonize that,

we use it to understand
their affective relationships.

I don’t have to tell you that.

I’m talking about your feelings,
not theirs.

The problem isn’t Ariane
toppling the wall,

it’s that you want to.

Look, you know what Lacan says.
Feelings...

Cut out the science
each time I ask about your feelings!

You defend yourself with theory.

Transference, quotations from Lacan...

Another one who slept with his patients!

Is that the point?

Why have you brought it back
to Ariane again?

You’re surrounded by women
you feel are attacking you,

when they’re simply asking you
to express your feelings.

Count me among them, if you like.

I too, like Ariane, like Charlotte,
am asking you:

what are you really feeling in your gut?

Ariane’s getting married.

She finally said yes,
and even urged him on.

So you’ve got it wrong there.

That’s all sorted.

She’s not the one who wants
to topple the wall, it’s Charlotte.

What?

I’ve told you.
The wall of my work as a therapist,

what gets said in my office,

and, above all,
the space it occupies in my life.

- She can’t stand it.
- Why?

She hates that it’s beyond her reach.

That’s why she denigrates
everything to do with my practice,

interpreting my professional commitment
as my avoidance of reality.

So, from your viewpoint,

there’s been no loss of intensity
in your relationship,

no lessening of intimacy?

I seem to remember you saying so.

You blamed her for “putting all that”,
meaning sex, behind her.

Didn’t you talk to her
about your patients... before?

Yes, when we were younger.

I’d tell her about some Freudian slip,
my interpretation of it,

how a certain patient
had made progress...

God, I was vain!

I didn’t stop
because we became less intimate,

but because I became more professional.

When was that?

A long time ago.

Liza had just been born
and Emmanuel was still little.

He could barely talk
but he listened attentively

when I was talking to his mother
about sexual abuse or mistreatment.

So... it seemed obscene,

laying out all that intimacy
at the dinner table.

Tell me what you’re thinking.

You’re going to love this.
I’m thinking about my parents.

- Did your father discuss his patients?
- No.

They’d argue at the dinner table.

And I found it unseemly.

I felt it was something private
that I shouldn’t be witnessing.

What did they argue about?

Everything.

My mother hated
his social and professional life.

So he escaped into it even more.

Is there a difference between discussing
your patients with your wife

and opening up to her
about your doubts and desires?

Don’t you think certain things
that happen in your office

concern Charlotte?

I really screwed up.

Ariane...

wanted to use the toilet,
but it was blocked.

And Charlotte and I had argued about it
that very morning.

And also, Ariane, during the session,

made a reference to our flat.

She imagined the way
it would probably be decorated.

I let her speak,
I didn’t make any comment.

And when I told her she couldn’t use
the toilet, because it was blocked,

I don’t know why, but I felt certain
she was going to go in our flat

to use our private toilet.

And?

She noticed.

She said that wasn’t her intention,

that she just wanted to finish early
and go to relieve herself in a café.

In short, I looked a total fool.

Not only do you fantasize
about her toppling the wall,

but now she knows it.

I don’t know what came over me.
I lost it.

The thought of her entering
my personal sphere made me panic.

- I was sure she could.
- Why were you so sure?

It wasn’t totally unfounded.

She had just told me, very clearly,

that she was getting married
because I’d shunned her.

So it wasn’t as definitely sorted
as you said just now.

Yes, it was, because I told her,
very clearly, last week,

that nothing could happen between us.

Of course you said that.
It’s the least you could do.

But did she believe you?

Why wouldn’t she have?

Because she felt your desire.

I won’t lie.
She’s young, she’s very attractive,

I’m a man...

Of course I’m not immune.

You could say I’m even flattered.

So, her intrusion
into your private life...

isn’t just something you fear.

Am I wrong?

That’s not the question.

What matters is for her to realize
that it doesn’t jeopardize the therapy.

What, the fact that she wants
to sleep with you?

- Or that she knows you want to?
- Stop it!

How did she react
after your moment of panic?

She said...

She said that she wanted
to sleep with me,

and that she knew I wanted to also.

Right.

Hot stuff!

She can be very direct.

That too is why I panicked.

Philippe, listen carefully

because I’m going to give you
a personal opinion.

You’ll probably find it intrusive,
but I can’t not say it.

I think
that in the current circumstances

you should think of referring
this patient to a different analyst.

What are you on about?

Let me finish.

Just because she likes me
and thinks I want to screw her?

I’m in control.

Last week you thought
was already sleeping with her.

Yes, I thought you’d come here
for forgiveness.

I jumped to that conclusion.

Yes, you’ve handled it.

But you’re under
a huge amount of pressure.

It’s an enormous risk.

These are very particular circumstances.

You’re wounded, worried...

Perhaps Ariane needs someone
with more distance.

Someone with more distance?

- A woman, for example?
- That’s not a bad idea.

You?

You know I no longer practice.

Come on! Couldn’t you be persuaded
for the good of the cause?

Why do I feel, yet again, that you allow
no space for my point of view?

We always end up, by some miracle,
at the point you’d planned to get to.

That’s not true.

I’m here to listen to you.
But you must listen to yourself too.

I hear that you’re caught
between questions about your marriage

and desire for another woman.
It’s not ideal.

Hang on!
We’ll save time on the next stage

towards which
you’re subtly directing me.

You’re thinking that I’ve subconsciously
driven my wife into another man’s arms

so that I can indulge my desire
for extra-marital freedom.

Brilliant!

I give you full rein
to examine your own suppositions.

I’m not stopping Ariane’s therapy,
and that’s that!

Go back to your writing,
I’ll carry on with my job.

You accuse me
of taking refuge in theory?

Look at your reaction!
I’m not talking about theory here.

Do what’s best for your patient.

I came to see you because I found out
my wife’s fucking another man!

That’s where I need your help.

Do you think I’ve forgotten
what you said last time?

Your theory about my fickle father?

Another theory to justify your idea
of taking Ariane from me.

I’m just suggesting it’s something
that weighs on you.

Who brought that up?
You did, earlier. And again now.

You’re struggling with that event,
it’s haunting you.

You need distance
to stop your past steering you.

Go on, tell me that I can’t handle
Ariane’s transference correctly

because my father
went off with a patient forty years ago!

You know it’s not that simple.

But I do know a shrink
who had a big problem

channeling the feelings of one
of her patients. That shrink was you.

This patient was someone I knew well.

Franck was my friend.

I referred him to you.

And I’ll never forget the day
he told me that he loved you.

No, that you loved each other.

You couldn’t handle it.

You fled.

Not at all.

You didn’t have a revelation that
you absolutely had to accompany Gaëtan

on his trip to Japan and South America?

You abandoned your patient.

He never stopped thinking about you.

He always hoped that you’d end up
re-establishing the relationship.

He wrote to me, I didn’t reply.

You know he died?

Prostate cancer.

I know.
I couldn’t bear to go to the funeral.

I don’t know how I kept working with you
after that business with Franck.

You don’t understand me right now
because you’re blinded to it.

You abandoned a patient,

and in a situation
less dramatic than the one I’m in.

As we’re wearing our hearts
on our sleeves,

can you tell me frankly
what you feel for Ariane?

You keep refusing to see
that that isn’t the question.

Whatever my feelings might be,

I have a responsibility to her.

I feel responsible for every patient,

especially as things are right now.

Exactly.

I fear you’re unable to account
for what you’re doing or saying.

That’s where
a psychoanalyst’s responsibility...

Let me speak.

I feel you’re avoiding the subject

of what happened in this city
two weeks ago.

Something happened
that endangers us all,

and requires us to think deeply

about who we are and what we do.

Of course I myself am bothered,
upset, devastated...

There’s a reason
I feel under attack so easily.

There’s a reason
the dead remind me of others who died,

and the blood on my couch
reminds me of more blood.

You’re talking about your reaction
to those attacks, not your patients’.

I’m like them!

That’s why I can listen to them.

You’re forgetting
that we provide a space

removed from the din
of the outside world,

where we focus just on them.

It’s not possible!
This is where you and I don’t agree.

The world is there,
it refuses to stay outside.

And I can’t stay in my office
with my fingers in my ears,

acting as if nothing has happened.

Above all, I’m not abandoning
any patients at such a difficult time.

I’m not letting Ariane go,
whatever her desire for me might be,

whatever risk I’m taking.

Nor will I abandon that couple

who’ve lost a child
in the middle of a national tragedy.

It’s now, now more than ever,
that they all need me.

I took on that responsibility
when I became a therapist.

I have to accept it.

I’m not ignoring what has happened.

But are you sure you can assume
your position as a therapist?

The subconscious still exists.

The motivations, desires and problems
present before the attacks

are still there.

It’s dangerous to keep working
without accepting that.

You see? We really don’t agree.

You want to remain protected
in your office, like before. I can’t.

Are you going to take another?

Headache. I can’t help it
if our discussions do my head in.

A double dose.
Anyway, tomorrow I’m sleeping.

Everything I’ve said
is because I’m worried about you

and the situation you’re in.

About Charlotte too.

At least think about my suggestion.