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IN THERAPY

LÉONORA AND DAMIEN,
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 3, 2015, 5 P.M.

In our first session

we defined a framework
for the therapy.

We established that one of you
couldn’t come without the other.

But you added,
“Unless it’s agreed between you.”

So Damien agrees?

What if I want to be alone now?

You mean to begin your own therapy?

I don’t know,
I thought I could give it a try.

What’s so funny?

That expression, “give it a try”.

Whatever the case,

if you wish to start individual therapy,

it would be better
with a different analyst.

Are you scared of Damien?

No.

What, then?

You came for dual therapy,

and you’ve had
several sessions together.

If you wish to do it alone now,
I can only encourage you,

but you’ll never be alone with me.

Why?

Imagine three close friends,

where two meet for dinner
without telling the third.

- Are you inviting me to dinner?
- No.

Like it or not,
Damien will always be here.

He’ll be conspicuous
by his absence today.

- Doesn’t he know you’re here?
- No.

You’re not going to kick me out?

I don’t mind taking this time
for just us two, since he’s not coming,

but it’s the last time.

And he must be told
that this took place.

I swear, Your Honor, to tell the truth,
the whole truth, nothing but the truth.

I’ll give him a detailed report.

It’s a lot of fuss...

about very little.

Well,

how are you?

Fine.

- So you were worried about me?
- Yes.

Really?

- Does that surprise you?
- It’s nice.

Were you worried about Damien too?

I was worried about both of you.

Most for Damien or for me?

You see?

As I said, he’s here.

You are the one who suffered physically.

I’m good.

Too good, in fact.

Too good?

- Bursting with energy.
- You don’t think that’s normal?

I want to...

go out,

meet girlfriends for a drink...

I’m a monster, right?

There’s no judging here.

You can say what you like,
even what you consider shameful.

But why do you think you’re a monster?

That’s how Damien sees me.

He hates me.

He hates you too.

He thinks you and I are in league.
He won’t come again.

He doesn’t want me to come either.

But you’re here.

Yes.

You’re hiding things from him.

I didn’t want to discuss it with him,
we’d have ended up arguing.

He wants me to feel guilty.

You want me
to help you not feel guilty?

On the contrary.
I’m here because I feel too good.

And you feel guilty about that?

Well, yeah. It’s sick, isn’t it?

A woman who loses her baby
should feel sad. Not me!

The Monday after the Bataclan,

one patient spent the whole session
crying non-stop.

She hadn’t been directly affected,

but she was so shocked,

she identified so strongly
with the victims.

Right after her,
another patient came in,

and picked up where she’d left off
the week before,

like nothing had happened
over that weekend.

So, what’s normal?

Which is the more normal reaction?

Why shouldn’t you feel relieved
after all your doubts?

I had no doubts, I didn’t want a baby.

So it shouldn’t bother you
to feel fine.

It doesn’t, it puzzles me.

Am I insensitive?

You’re saying nothing.

That’s pathetic

You’re afraid to tell me to my face.

- Do you want to argue with me?
- Not at all.

You’ve been spoiling for a fight
since you arrived.

With me,

with Damien,

with society, which only sees you
as a potential mother,

or with the part of yourself
that refuses to feel guilty.

It’s weird.

When you play the shrink
you become less sexy.

Does that bother you
if I become “less sexy”?

Not at all, it’s you it should bother.

So when do you find me sexy?

When I’m not “playing the shrink”?

If you made an effort,
I could almost get the hots for you.

I don’t know...

on a desert island,
missing sex, dazzled by the sun...

That’s Damien’s ringtone,
he recorded it.

Pathetic, right?

Okay, no judging.

He’ll think I’m fucking Benjamin.

- Your boss?
- Yes.

I don’t care what he thinks.

Mind you, he’s right to be worried.

Benjamin wouldn’t hold back.

And you?

I’m a married woman.

So why is Damien worried?

It scares him that I’m desirable.

What about you?

Do you find me desirable?

Earlier you said
that I “play the shrink”.

Meaning that nothing that gets said
in here can be taken seriously.

Are you playing the femme fatale?

It was just a joke,
to shake you out of your comfort zone.

I don’t think it was a joke.

You want to put me
between you and Damien.

I’m the piece in a game – your words –
between Damien and you.

Like Benjamin, your boss,
is another piece in this game.

Okay, it was just a joke!

Are you angry with me now?

I’m not angry, I’m tired.

Where’s the stain?

- The stain?
- Yes.

You went white when you saw the blood.

It’s gone.

- Does that surprise you?
- No.

I was just so embarrassed
about leaving your office in that state.

I imagined you on your knees,
scrubbing for hours, with your wife...

standing there, advising you.

And you, scrubbing away!

“What am I doing? It isn’t working!

“I have a patient
in a minute!”

You put me between
Damien and you,

now you’ve put yourself
between my wife and me.

What? I don’t understand.

Have you noticed that you create
these triangles?

Damien’s right, I have to admit it.

What is Damien right about?

You’re a pain in the ass
with your concepts!

What’s this about triangles?
Explain, I’m interested.

By short-circuiting Damien

and coming alone,

you created a triangle
between Damien, yourself and me.

Now there’s another one: you, my wife,
whom you depict as hysterical, and me.

Another triangle.

There’s also Benjamin, Damien and you.
Another triangle.

I’ve always been good at geometry!

That’s a big deal to you,

I was just surprised that the stain
was totally gone.

Would you have preferred
other patients to see it?

No.

I wanted to mark my territory!

- Will that do you?
- Fine.

No sense of humor today, huh?

Wait.

We’re getting close
to something important here.

I think it really hurt you
to see that the stain had gone.

That I’d got rid of it
as though it was you I was erasing.

Yeah, right!

You left a part of yourself here.

You came alone today,

and when I let you in
you rushed straight to the couch,

barely saying hello,

like you wanted to be alone
with the stain.

Maybe you wanted to feel something
when you saw it.

Like what?

Sorrow. Pain.

For a stain?

No, for your baby.

You’d have liked me
not to have got it clean,

to have been shocked by the blood.

Maybe so you could feel through me
what you’re unable to feel yourself.

You’ve come back very soon
after your miscarriage,

without taking time to rest.

You came alone

and stopped for a long moment
before the couch.

Like you were on a mission.

But the stain was no longer there.

The stain was the trace
of the child you won’t have.

And even if it’s disturbing,

it’s also a sign of your independence,
your ambition, and your freedom.

And you wanted everyone to know.

Unfortunately I got rid of it.

You mean that the strain...

Did you hear that?
I said “strain”, like “restrain”.

The restraint is no longer there.

What restraint are you thinking of?

That’s Damien!
I’m sure he’s tracked me down.

Go on.

Go on.

Go on, carry on
as though I’m not here!

Don’t mind me!

What are you doing here?

The same as you. It’s couple therapy.

- How did you know?
- That you were hiding it from me?

- You’ve been following me.
- No.

Maybe I should.

We said we’d only talk to you
if both of us were present, right?

When I came last week...

- Two weeks ago.
- Okay, two weeks ago!

I didn’t speak for 15 minutes.

You refused to come again.
Anyway, I’d have told you everything.

- That’s what we agreed, right?
- Yes.

Great, I’m touched!

Go on, then, talk.

Or am I in the way?

Not at all.

Why didn’t you answer my calls?

Because I was here.

Right.
So you really were hiding it from me.

- It’s all suspicion with you!
- This isn’t suspicion.

You really are hiding stuff from me.

You’re following me,
and whatever I do I’m guilty.

- Is your paranoia treatable?
- Shut up, you dunce!

So...

Doctor, how are you?

I’m fine, thank you.

Was it more interesting without me?

And you? How are you, Damien?

I’m okay.

Do you think I’m a dunce too?

What exactly do you mean by “dunce”?

I don’t know, we’ll ask her.
What do you mean when you say “dunce”?

- It’s what you are.
- It’s what I am.

So what’s the subject today?

No, that’s right, we do the talking.

You just nod along,
like those toy dogs in the back of cars.

What do you want to talk about?

I don’t know...
Ah, yes, the damage you’ve done!

What damage?

I don’t know,
I missed the start of the session.

So you’re here to do a tally
of the damage?

No, I’m here because she’s here.

So you’re here
just to do a tally of the damage

and because Léonora is here?

- You’re not here for yourself?
- I’m here because I’m paying.

What? I’m the one who pays!

Yes, that’s true.

- What a nerve! It’s my money.
- True.

Your money, your pregnancy,
your miscarriage...

It’s all yours, right?

Maybe what you mean, Damien,
is that you’re paying the price.

You think it’s costing you,

the fact that Léonora talks
and tells me how she feels?

When she drops my child on the couch,
yes, it costs me.

Luckily it didn’t happen an hour earlier

or an hour later,
because you can blame me.

But I don’t have the power
you ascribe to me.

You’re right, this is where it happened.

And we have to talk about it.

That’s why Léonora came today,

to talk about what happened last week
and how she has felt since.

But you, Damien, why are you here?

Carry on.

Stop that!

I won’t say anything else
while he’s here.

Why, what do you have to hide?

He just told you what we were
talking about! What can I be hiding?

You hide everything,
starting with coming here.

Because you react like a maniac.

If I’m the slightest bit late,
whatever I do, you’re suspicious.

Maybe there’s something else,
and you see to it that he worries.

you do all you can
to make him suspicious.

Do you want him to be suspicious?

Has she had a go, Doctor?

What do you mean?

She’s been coming on to you, right?
You can tell me.

Damien, stop it, you dunce!

She does it to any guy around her
who has any power. Tell me.

No?

You can tell me.

Stop it, please.

There! That’s why I’m here.

Even with him you can’t help yourself!
He’s 20 years older than you!

Sorry.

Is it because he’s a doctor?

Do you think a shrink is a real doctor?
He’s just someone who listens!

What is this, does he scare you?

No, he doesn’t scare me. You do.

It’s not you, it’s her.

She has this attitude with men.

- I don’t have an attitude.
- You do.

- What attitude?
- Ask her.

No, I’m asking you. What attitude?

She lets herself go.

What do you mean by that,
“she lets herself go”?

She flirts?

No, it’s not flirting.
You’re way off the mark, pal.

No, she turns guys on.

But it’s not really you she wants.

You think she can’t help yourself?
It’s compulsive?

Yes, it’s compulsive.

You think she feels trapped with you,

so reacts by “turning men on”?

She told you so, right?

No, but she might act like that
just to get a reaction out of you.

I am here!

In case anyone’s interested.

How do you know she hasn’t gone further?
How can you be sure she hasn’t?

She’s only playing with you.

She’s practicing.

- Before attacking?
- Yes.

With her jerk of a boss, Benjamin.
Who can’t wait.

As I said, she loves men
who have some power.

But you’ve had other bosses,
before Benjamin?

- This is different.
- What?

Her eyes.

- Can’t you see?
- What?

She’s on the hunt.

Seeking a prey.

She’s out of control.

Do you mean out of your control?

Maybe we could see things like this.
It’s just a hypothesis.

What if that pregnancy was a way
for you to keep her under your control?

Maybe it’s harder to be “on the hunt”,
as you said,

when she’s pregnant.
She can’t move around so easily.

You feel assured
that she’s under your control.

Like when she was pregnant with Robin
or looking after him when he was little.

You really wanted another child,

maybe because Robin is bigger now

and doesn’t need his mother so much,

and you’re afraid
of her becoming independent again.

Does that sound plausible?

I got pregnant
six months after we first met.

The day I met you
I kissed goodbye to my freedom.

I think we owe you for two sessions.

- We have a few minutes left.
- I can’t stay.

Where’s my purse?

- You’re leaving without me?
- I came without you.

Where are you going?

I need to walk. Don’t wait for me.

I’m sorry, I can’t find my purse.

Leave it till next time.

- When will you be home?
- We’ll see!

- What do I tell Robin?
- Whatever you like.

- Where are you going?
- I’m not saying.

You’ve got no money.

What does “she lets herself go” mean?
Do you want to tie me up?

- Not at all.
- I’m glad I’m not pregnant by you.

Three sessions at 70 euros?

- 80.
- 80!

240.

Great, Doctor!

One more session like this
and we can lawyer up.

You’ve done great work!

Maybe you could consider
doing this seriously, to avoid that.

What?

It’s you who said it,
“Carry on as though I’m not here.”

Why don’t you come, not to listen
and comment, but to really talk?

For the good of your relationship.

Keep thinking about it,
it’s what I pay for you!

Nice job!

I heard the music.

No more patients today?

- Are you going out?
- To see Hélène.

She wants advice
about redecorating her living room.

Is that your new job,
as an interior decorator?

She likes my taste. Is that a problem?

- Is there anything to eat?
- Get something delivered.

- You’re slipping away.
- Why?

Because I haven’t fixed any dinner?

No, because you haven’t spent
a single evening here all week.

And the kids?
They haven’t seen you all week either.

Maybe they can find out
they have a dad!

You got a lover so they could do that?

No, I did that for myself.
Just for myself!

- I’ll be gone for a few days.
- A few days?

Yes.

How many days?

A week.

With him, in Strasbourg?

Abroad.

Where?

Rome.

Rome, really? Is this revenge or what?

A coincidence. He has a conference.

On the top shelf

is the book with the list
of our favorite restaurants in Rome.

Make sure you book.

I’m sure you will,
you’re very organized.

Philippe, please...

Get out!

I have no intention of feeling guilty.

I’m not interested in how you feel.

That’s right, I’d forgotten.
You’re not interested.