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IN THERAPY

ESTHER – FRIDAY, DECEMBER 4, 2015, 7 P.M.

Philippe.

Come in.

How are you?

Okay. Well, I’m in a bit of a state.

Still?

You still haven’t shifted that cold?

Can I use your toilet?

Of course.
It’s on the landing, remember?

No, it’s okay.
Thanks, I think I’ll be fine.

It’s just in case.

I think I’ve got a urinary problem,
probably just an infection,

but I keep wanting to go,

and then I can’t. It’s a pain.

I see.

Have you seen a doctor?

I intend to.

But I can’t find the time.

I can’t believe that at my age
I’m still chasing the clock.

I feel we’re living in an era

where everything’s blighted
by a fantasy of efficiency.

Is it stress or anxiety?

You think my urinary infection
is a symptom?

I don’t know.

What do you think?

Something’s wrong, I know that.

There’s something
that won’t come out.

I’m confronted
with a form of impotence.

I can’t control it.

Sorry, I have to go to the toilet.

The toilet on the landing
isn’t very inviting.

It feels like a public bathroom.

Had the soap run out?

No, it’s just that...

You’re upset.

I’m annoyed with myself

for heeding your advice

and being influenced like a novice,

while deep down I knew it was
neither coherent nor appropriate.

What are you talking about?

Following your advice, I suggested
that Ariane find another shrink.

I even suggested some addresses
where she could continue her analysis.

It was a total failure.

The exact opposite
of what you predicted. A disaster!

It was a huge setback.

How so?

She thinks
it’s because I’m in love with her.

How did you suggest it?

Now you’ll tell me how I did it wrong!

I want to know the context.

- You didn’t just throw it at her?
- Of course not. I led into it.

She arrived late, so I tried to explain
the meaning of her being late,

that she was no longer at ease
in our relationship.

Know what she said?

That a patient in love with her analyst
wasn’t a reason to stop.

“You have to deal with that.”

And she’s right.

What do you say?

You went looking for a stick
to beat yourself with.

You tried to make her
bear the responsibility,

and she turned the argument
against you.

Of course she’s right.

It’s you who wants to stop, not her.

What nerve!

You wanted me to stop!

You nagged me
all through the last session.

I told you it was a bad idea.

Philippe, please.

If you don’t like a suggestion I make,
nothing’s forcing you to follow it.

And I did not order you
to get rid of your patient.

You said quite clearly
that it was the best solution.

And now I’m picking up the pieces.

I suggested that it might be
the best solution for her.

Get some perspective here.

It definitely looks like it’s you
who wants rid of her,

and without any responsibility,

since it was my idea.

Philippe,

why?

You’re attributing strategies...

Why are you trying to push her away
as quick as you can?

Will this be another session
all about Ariane?

Okay, I desire her, a lot.

What can I do about it?

I’m a man and she’s a woman I like.

Nothing new there.

It’s been the same
for thousands of years.

Shouldn’t we be able
to deal with it?

I can deal with it.

That’s my job,

not to get rid of my desires,
but to choose what I do with them.

Everyone has desires.

Teachers and priests get the hots
for their pupils.

Even gynecologists get turned on
by their patients’ genitals.

What are you saying?

Even if the social consensus

is to ignore the ferocity
of our impulses,

you and I know very well
what the reality is.

So why are you acting all outraged?

You know I’m right.

Women need to believe

that their gynecologist doesn’t
want to lick their pussy,

yet they hope he wants to

and try to provoke him.

Look,

I don’t know if I’m looking outraged,
as you say,

but I feel you’re trying very hard
to get such a reaction.

You’re shocked?

Not really.

I’m wondering about your odd ideas
on gynecologists.

Know what bothers me
about this infection?

Having to show my dick to a doctor
in a cold, sterile hospital.

With the fear
of what he might tell me.

And the humiliation
of him seeing it all shriveled up,

when I’d like to show him
how strong and powerful it is.

I’d like to know

where this sudden
obsession with genitals has come from

when discussing
psychoanalytic relationships.

Okay.

I went a bit over the top.

I apologize.

We psychoanalysts
have to delve into dark places,

including inside ourselves.

The dark places of human beings.

We have to deal with them
without looking away.

Sorry, but your reaction
also illustrates

what I have to handle with Ariane.

It’s easy to provoke a reaction

if you know what angers someone,

what touches their heart.

You mean you know what buttons to push
to move Ariane?

You’d know exactly what to do
if you chose to,

to get her exactly
where you wanted her?

And where would that be?

You know very well.

And I’m not the only one
with that power.

And those who use it,
even analysts, aren’t all men.

I’m not worried about how
you might use this power over her,

but that you seem totally unaware

that she may have
the same power over you.

A power she doesn’t even need
to be conscious of.

Something which plays directly
on your fantasy.

The button which has to be pushed
to trigger you.

I told you I can handle it,
I know what I’m doing,

I’m in control of the process.

I know how far I can let it go.

And if I extend my finger,

I know how to avoid rubbing that button.

Can you hear yourself?

Can you hear your metaphors?

Why is it all about genitals?

In fact, it’s not provocation.

You’re making a desperate appeal
for me to put you on the right path.

Are you that lost?

Absolutely.

I came here for your guidance.

To lay down my problem before you,

so you could pick it apart
with your usual rigor

and show me where it was stuck.

But instead you told me to let it drop
and give the job to someone else.

Imagine my disappointment
when it fails and all you say is,

“Damn, it didn’t work! What a shame!”

Thanks a lot!

I was simply questioning
how you were handling that therapy.

Everything that followed
merely increased my concern.

Not to mention how you’ve been
behaving during this session.

You have seemed extremely defensive

and quite puerile, to tell the truth.

I clearly understand
where you’re calling from.

You keep bringing the subject back
to a place you mentioned at the start,

a place of fear,

worry, and pain.

When I get close
you become threatening.

It makes my job harder.

Yeah, well, that’s just how it is.

Deal with it.

You know who Adel Chibane is?

My cop patient
who was at the Bataclan...

Philippe, you’re wriggling
out of it again.

That’s typical!

You make
your mind up without letting me finish.

This is totally relevant
to what we’re talking about.

Just listen.

They met, that’s why it’s relevant.

How?

At the end of our session,

Ariane asked – no,
she insisted – that we keep going.

It was clearly an act of rebellion,
precisely because I’d upset her

with my suggestion
of stopping the therapy.

She was rebelling
against the framework of the therapy.

I told you it was a setback.

And?

I didn’t give in.

The time is the time, I’m in charge,

it’s disagreeable,
but I had no choice.

I was saved by the next patient
ringing the bell.

She left in a regrettably angry mood,

and bumped into Adel Chibane.

The one who’d saved you,
your next patient?

But he wasn’t.

Chibane had gotten the day wrong.

Which is very significant in itself,

because he’s as regular as clockwork.

But I didn’t get the chance
to discuss it with him.

It would have been useful
to draw attention to it,

and to the possible meaning
of his mistake.

But no, it was Ariane,

in the state in which she left,
who jumped on him.

Vexing.

She dragged him off
and set her sights on him.

And now he’s after her too.

They’re having dinner.
I know how that’ll end.

That’s funny?

It makes you laugh?

It’s not funny.

I’m sorry.

Do you realize
how serious the situation is?

I’ll be left to pick up the pieces.

And not just me. Both of them too.

She did it to spite me.

She’s using him to get at me.

I think you could see it differently.

You could consider
that it’s not aimed at you.

She’s getting married, isn’t she?

It’s aimed at her fiancé.
What’s his name?

Cédric.

Why persist in feeling betrayed?

Excuse me. I have to...

The toilet, again?
Twice in one session.

Stop it!

Sometimes needing to piss is just that:
needing to go for a piss!

You know the way?

What would you prefer?

For her to stay angry, in pain,

in this setback, as you call it,

but in any case
totally obsessed with you?

Or, by waving a magic wand,

you become just her analyst again,

and she unloads her problems to you

to improve her relationship
with the world?

One can get addicted to it,

feeling that one means
something more to one’s patients.

It’s because we help them get better.

It’s natural that we get something
out of that.

Except that we can forget why,
and just keep the feeling it gives us.

You know we must always be
extremely careful about that.

Esther, listen to me.

I keep telling you
about my responsibility to them.

It’s not my fault
if things fall apart,

but I can’t shy away if it does

just because it disturbs the peace

in which we’re all cradled.

Look at all the broken promises.

There must be a place
where they hold,

where someone says,
“I’m here. I’ll be here,

“I won’t give up on you.”

Okay.

Can I try something?

Tell me how she sees you.

What she thinks of you.

She sees me as a mature man,

the holder of a form
of knowledge and power.

Which is why she’s trying
to place herself in my protection.

That means seducing me.

She considers sexual submission

or rather erotic availability
to be a sort of currency.

Don’t analyze her.

Just tell me
how you think she sees you.

Yet she’s anticipating
that she’ll be disappointed.

She thinks I’m a coward,
stuck in a conventional life,

that I’m basically bored
in my marriage

and with my other patients.

And that my love for her,
because she’s convinced I’m in love,

is blowing the wind of freedom
into my life,

that I’ll never have the courage
to break out of my prison

and escape with her.

She’s expecting me to get rid of her.

That might be exactly why
she’s attracted to me.

That answers your earlier question.
She has a subconscious plan for me,

in which I’m both the bait
and the executioner.

Why shouldn’t I use that,

if I know I can teach her
to channel that energy

and use it not to hurt herself

but, on the contrary,
to be more spiritually alive?

Now tell me how you see her.

Esther, this is like one
of your behaviorist protocols.

It is one, a bit tweaked,
I’ll admit that.

But I’m keeping my eyes open
to everything.

Then you’ll hypnotize me
so I’ll forget my trauma?

Play along with me.

What comes to mind
when you think of her?

She’s a young woman
without self-confidence,

with a demand for protection
like a baby...

or at least a child.

A sort of hysterization.

Don’t analyze her, describe her.

She’s thirty-three.

She’s extremely beautiful.

Brave, determined,

wounded, but proud.

That makes you want to hold her
even more, so she can rest a little.

She’s quick-witted,

with a great capacity for letting go,
which is clear from the way she laughs.

She doesn’t fight it,
it’s like a cascade around her body.

I think her rashness and physical curiosity
push her to experiment,

to experiment in a poetic way
in which her body is at stake.

When she was 14,

at the time of her mother’s death,

she had a life-changing experience.

She stayed for a while
with friends of her parents,

and fell in love with the husband.

An older man.

It was an escape, of course.

Her father was severely depressed
after her mother died.

He was in pieces and clinging to her.

Such an experience
leaves an indelible mark

on a child,

having to take care of an adult

who’s just given up.

It’s going against nature.

It’s like death.

Like you
during your mother’s depression.

But you were younger, I think.

Here we go again.

Just after your father left you.

My dad doesn’t come into it.

I’m talking about Ariane’s symptoms,
not mine.

Whenever something is possible,

she runs away
and seeks protection elsewhere.

I should have had more trust in myself

and found a way to point out
that deep down that’s all I am:

a new distraction for escaping
disappointment and the pain of failure.

But that’s my take on it.
I don’t suppose you agree.

But I’ll carry on.

I think it goes back
even further than that.

It’s embedded, powerful and deadly.

She has to escape.

You’re the one who wants to escape.

To escape your family life, Charlotte,

the routine of your practice,
even your patients...

Stop making it all about me,
it’s intolerable.

You identify with Ariane,
that’s what I think.

Her wound is your own.

So what you see in her
is what’s deep inside you.

She’s your mirror.

I hadn’t said, but Charlotte told me
she’s going to Rome next week

with her accountant
from the European Parliament.

She’s the one escaping, not me.

How did you react?

I told her to go away.

We’re not living together, anyway.

What?

I’ve been sleeping on my couch
since last week.

It doesn’t change much.

For a while now we’ve just been
sharing the same space.

What do the children say?

We’re not saying anything yet.

We’ll keep up appearances
for a while.

They don’t say anything,
but they know, as always.

I think Emmanuel is fine
the other side of the Channel.

The less he knows about us,
the better he is.

Liza... Christ!

She keeps her distance too.

She prepares class presentations
with friends, sleeps at their houses...

If I know her, she’ll be tackling us
about it sooner or later.

As for Adam...

Charlotte suddenly went out yesterday,
I was left with Adam.

His mother and sister
don’t need us in their lives!

I tried to put on a brave face.

We ordered pizzas,
we talked about school...

He’s struggling to fit in,

but he’s found a very clever way

of maintaining his uniqueness
among all those dimwitted oafs.

It was great.

We even watched

an episode of Malcolm in the Middle.
Do you know it?

It’s something
his big brother introduced him to.

It’s a series,

a ferocious satire of American society,

of traditional, family values.

It’s refreshing,
it really picks you up.

And it’s very educational.

A crash course for children
on the childishness of adults.

It was a moment of bonding.

Until he said goodnight
and went to bed.

Then I found myself... paralyzed.

I didn’t know what to do.

His mother wasn’t there,
I didn’t dare retire to my office...

Remind me how old he is.

Actually,

this is what occurred to me.

That was the moment
I realized what really scared me,

that he would find out the truth
and think that I had absconded.

Sure enough, I ended up skulking off

to my lair.

I couldn’t go and lie down
in our bedroom.

And I’d only just turned off the light
when Adam knocked on the door.

“Dad, what are you doing?

“I need something signed for school.”

I don’t believe that.

He was just checking.

Anyway...

Anyway...

We’ll sort things out.
Charlotte has to leave for good.

Things will be clearer
and it’ll be better like that.

Plus it’ll leave the field clear.

The field clear?

For Ariane?

Are you suggesting I’m pushing my wife
onto another man

so I can have an affair with Ariane?

It would at least be a side benefit.

There’s no side benefit!

My wife’s fucking an international bureaucrat,
I feel unwelcome at home,

Adam pretends he’s okay at school
so as not to add to my concerns...

My life is shit!

I’d be a fucking idiot
to create this situation!

Philippe.

What do you want me to do?

Lock Charlotte up
in a prison of the mind?

Like my patient Damien,

who goes so far
as to get his wife knocked up

to keep his hold on her.

Or dump her at the first hint
of uneasiness, like my cop patient?

We’d be sure we weren’t wasting energy
trying to save our marriage.

Why come back
to those two patients?

I’m following your lead.

My wife has another man,

that’s my fault, so I’m checking
what’s going on around me.

Apparently I’m copying my father
and looking for the side benefit:

adultery!

What exactly
are you looking for here?

I’m serious.

From the start I’ve been wondering
why you’ve come specifically to me.

Listen, then.

I’ve wondered that myself.

It’s suddenly struck me today.

I’m your alternative.

What sort of alternative?

In our first session
you listed all your patients,

saying how you felt at risk with them.

Remember what you said?

That if they knew
what you were thinking, they’d flee.

When I suggested
you transfer Ariane,

you immediately thought
I would take her.

Your subconscious wish

is to transfer them all to me.

To unload your problems onto me.

That’s the best yet!
So I could do what?

Take Ariane
on an around-the-world trip?

Grill octopus on a Greek island?

You don’t half talk some bullshit!

I’m laying it down before you,

and asking you to examine it.

No, it makes no sense.

Maybe you subconsciously seized
any suggestion to stop being an analyst

with Ariane.

I give up.

Thanks, I’ll manage by myself.

And, despite what you think, I’m not
going around to jump on Ariane.

I’m not sure that your true
subconscious motivation is Ariane.

Really? That’s new!

I’m serious.

Of course you’re attracted to her.

You even play with the fantasy

of an erotic or romantic affair.

You say it enables you
to carry on with her therapy.

But hearing you talk about her today,

about her deep childhood wound
which is impossible to cure,

I’m wondering if you don’t have
a much more radical impulse

than a simple desire for adultery.

Something that really worries you.

An ancient wound that’s flared up,

so painful
it threatens to carry you away.