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- Have you got a light?
- No.

I can’t find my lighter.

Can we talk now?

Hello.

I’ll be right with you.

IN THERAPY

LÉONORA AND DAMIEN,
THURSDAY, DECEMBER 10, 2015, 5 P.M.

Have you finished?

No, I have another session.

But we can watch an episode
of Malcolm after.

Okay.

You haven’t drunk it?

I’m hungry.

Adam, they’re waiting for me.

Liza!

- Isn’t your sister back?
- I don’t know.

Shit!

Mom called.

What did she say?

That she’ll be back Tuesday morning.

Was that all?

Yes.

I have to go, I’ll be 40 minutes.

Do you often keep your patients waiting?

We’ve only just got here.

Nothing serious?

No, nothing serious or important.
I just had something to check.

If it wasn’t important,
why abandon us?

What’s wrong with you?
It was barely a minute.

Three minutes.
I’d just like to understand.

Did my abandoning you bother you?

Before you launch into a theory
about abandonment,

Léonora is right
that a minute with you isn’t cheap.

If we work it out,
80 euros for 40 minutes...

That’s 2 euros per minute.
3 minutes, 6 euros.

Enough for a new lighter, right?

So far you haven’t missed
a single session.

Either of you.

Whatever happened last time,
you’re both here.

What are your thoughts about that?

Predictable.

What?

He thinks we’re predictable.

Despite all the signs
of instability that we show,

we turn up to the appointment.

Well, that’s my take.

When I left last week,
I told him I wouldn’t go home.

But I changed my mind,

and when I got home
I found Robin there all alone.

Damien had told him I’d be home
to do his dinner, then he sneaked off!

You left Robin alone.

Yeah, watching Kung Fu Panda.

- What if I hadn’t gone home?
- You did.

What if I hadn’t?

- But...
- I’m annoyed I changed my mind.

Annoyed she didn’t abandon her son!

That you knew I’d go home!

What do you mean?

He ignores whatever I say.
He didn’t care, he stayed out all night.

I got back the following morning.

If Léonora hadn’t gone home,
Robin would have been alone all night.

- But she did!
- See, he doesn’t believe me.

Because you’re always lying.

Shall I show you what lying is?
Really lying!

So, what’s happened?

What do you mean?

What’s happened?

What’s happened how?

If I’ve got this right,

all of a sudden you don’t care
when she’ll get home or where she is,

and you even stay out all night.

And you, Léonora, are annoyed
he’s so sure you will go home.

So I’m asking, what’s happened?

What’s happened
is that we started coming here.

You mean that you’ve grown apart
since you started therapy?

You think we’re any better?

Do you think that too?

It’s possible.

- I said we’ll need a lawyer soon.
- When did you say that?

Last week, after you stormed out.

You may be arguing more often
since starting therapy.

It’s never been this bad before.

That doesn’t mean you’ll split up.
It may mean the opposite.

Arguing is the only way for some couples
to maintain a relationship.

You’re united in disagreement.

Is that why we went to see
his idiot friends?

- You knew where he was?
- There aren’t many possibilities.

It’s either Fred,
who spends his life smoking weed,

or it’s Nathanaël, who prefers hash.

Lots of variation!

One is on benefits,

the other thinks
he’ll become a great chef,

but he cooks nothing but hash cakes.

For Léonora, anyone not
on an executive salary is a loser.

Imagine my category.

He got home
totally out of his head at 7 a.m.

He spent the night smoking
with his junkie friends.

They’re junkies, you’re an alcoholic.

Yes.

Two or three glasses of wine at a party?

The same as two or three joints
in a night!

As well as lines of coke
every other night of the week!

- When you drink you’re embarrassing.
- Your expression is embarrassing!

- What expression?
- When you went all tense.

Me, tense?

Yes! Didn’t you look tense?

I wasn’t tense, I was stunned!

When you were telling
that pointless story to Seb,

right up close to him,
he looked like he was caught in a trap.

I didn’t know where to look.

You used to brag to your friends
that I could hold my drink.

That was before you became condescending
and called them all losers.

You liked meeting normal people
without degrees.

It took you outside the confines
of your upbringing.

- They respected you.
- So did you.

You’d turn up at my place
with a bottle of gin.

We’d spend the night making love
and drinking gin and tonics. Now what?

Don’t you like that any more?

Laughing at your own jokes
in someone’s face isn’t sexy.

- It’s pathetic.
- You know what?

That stupid ringtone you recorded for me
fills me with shame.

Every time it rings at the office.

Ask your Benjamin to do one for you.

Grow up for just a second!

When you come to pick me up
in a T-shirt and disgusting sneakers...

it’s so embarrassing.

Interesting.

What initially attracted you
to each other

now seems to disgust you.

You interpret it even as an attack.
Interesting.

- One more “interesting”, I’ll twat him!
- What?

Sorry?

It’s odd that you’re turning
your aggression on me.

I prefer words to fists.

Why do you feel such aggression
towards me?

Just carry on.

But carefully, right?

It’s okay, I’m not going to hit you.
Unless you say it’s interesting again!

I just want to understand
what provoked that reaction.

Nothing.
It’s just that we’re not lab rats.

- Why isn’t it interesting?
- Don’t you start!

Or you’ll hit me?

The first time we met,

I gathered that your relationship began
with intense passion.

Am I right?

Yes, but now we agree about nothing.

What’s changed?

On my side, nothing.

But you’ve changed.
Yes, I don’t know what you want from me.

I don’t want anything.

How has she changed?

- I’m not worthy of fathering her child.
- Not again!

We’ve talked about that enough!

She called you a sensual idealist.

Now I’m a shitty-dressed loser.

You called her a princess.

And now she’s a snob.

Maybe conflict
has always been the driving force.

You argue a lot, right?

Maybe you always have to make a step
towards the other to keep things going.

Whether you’re right or not,
what does it change?

Why is it no longer working?

Maybe you no longer have the strength.

The effort that you used to make
is too much.

Léonora discovered
she wanted a career,

and that has caused you
a lot of anguish.

You’ve resisted, and this has made
your differences stand out.

I think you’re tired of fighting.

Deep down, you want it to stop.

But that scares you.
All that struggle for nothing.

Then there are... the wounds.

Who’s wounded?

Robin.

Tell me how you met.

I know Léonora was married,

and you had a relationship before
her husband found out. Is that right?

We first met at a drinks party
for my start-up.

I’d launched a company
to develop an idea I’d had.

The plant-based breeze block.

Hugo had invested in the company.
He wanted to introduce me.

He wasn’t interested in sustainable
development or the planet,

just the money he’d make if it took off.

You really enjoyed humiliating him.

Belittling a rich guy.

And it didn’t turn you on
that I did that?

Léonora and I talked a lot
at this party.

After that we saw a lot of each other.
Always the three of us.

He’d come along with us to parties.

He’d just got separated
and was always available.

He pretended to chat up single women
while looking at me.

And one evening
Hugo, on his way back from London,

got held up.

And he encouraged me.

“Don’t stand Damien up!”

It was like subconscious consent, and...

Damien took his chance.

It was a party in a loft. There was...

a bedroom upstairs
that opened onto the roof.

Damien helped me,
and we climbed outside.

We could see all of Paris.

I was afraid of slipping
in my high heels.

Damien took my arm,

and we walked over to a wall.

He lit the way
with the flashlight on his phone.

We drank straight
from a bottle of champagne he’d nicked.

And then...

he asked me to stand up.

I didn’t ask why, I just got up.

Then...

he asked me to get undressed.

It was so...

surprising and exciting
that I couldn’t speak.

I did it.

Once I was naked he came over to me.

I knew I was doing something foolish,

but I couldn’t stop myself.

Did you like that?

Oh, yeah!

The truth is that, after drinking a lot
and doing a line of coke,

we locked ourselves in a bathroom,
and screwed on some wet towels.

- Unusual.
- Not very romantic, granted.

The forbidden and improvised aspect
turned me on. Damien too.

Like he was screwing Hugo, a capitalist.

- That’s rubbish!
- You were always competing with him.

- He had money, status...
- I didn’t give a fuck about that!

It’s more
that you were bored stiff with him.

Why were you attracted to Léonora?

- She was attracted to me.
- Was I?

- Why did you go without Hugo?
- So as not to stand you up.

And how does not standing me up
become cheating on your husband?

And you?

You didn’t revel in screwing
the wife of your investor and friend?

No, my friends are Fred the tramp
and Nathanaël the jerk, remember?

- He was your friend?
- Not at all.

Liar.

They knew each other before.

He was never my friend.

When you arrived today
you seemed distant.

Then you ganged up against me
after I left you alone.

And now you’ve told this story
about being on the roof,

as though your intimacy
has all of sudden come back.

And it’s surprising that this intimacy
has formed at my expense, as though...

it resulted from pushing me away.

The two of you against the world.

Maybe that’s how you function.

It’s exactly what happened
with Hugo, in fact.

You excluded him too from your trio.

Your intimacy was born of a betrayal.

And now Damien feels in danger
and is trying to tighten the bonds.

Is there no way of having a ceasefire?

A ceasefire may not be a good solution.

Ending a conflict is one thing,
but what do you replace it with?

I don’t know what you mean.

Sometimes conflict is all a couple have left
to keep their relationship going.

So what is there to bind us
that’s positive?

He lost interest in me
the day we moved in together.

He locked me in the house
with our son,

then by trying to get me pregnant.

He’d won from the start,
so he lost all interest in me.

I didn’t lose interest in you,
you got interested in Benjamin.

He doesn’t interest me.

- He does.
- No, he doesn’t.

He said you like men with power.

He also said I’m paranoid.
Damn Benjamin!

Liar. You fantasize about him.

- Stop calling me a liar.
- Liar.

And you’re a paranoid bigmouth!

If you had Benjamin’s class
I’d be interested in you.

- Where?
- Where what?

Where do you go, to a hotel?
At lunchtime?

How many times?

Do you fuck your friends?

- Or you dream of doing it! You said so.
- No.

- You said he interests you.
- I didn’t, you maniac!

You said if I had Benjamin’s class
you’d be interested in me.

So you are interested in him!

- I didn’t say that.
- Why are you lying?

Stop calling me a liar!

It’s what you are, a liar!

I’m going!

And this? Listen to this!

I didn’t, you maniac!

You said if I had Benjamin’s class
you’d be interested in me.

So you are interested in him!

- I didn’t say that.
- Why are you lying?

- Stop calling me a liar!
- It’s what you are, a liar!

You’re sick!

Do you record every session? Fuck you!

That’s enough!

Recording a session is not allowed
and quite shocking.

You have also crossed a limit.

Physical violence has no place here.

I can tolerate shouting
and all the emotions,

but not what just happened.

You’re behaving like children
deserving punishment.

But you’re not children.

You said you’ve never spoken
like this before.

It’s like you’re running riot
because you’re being supervised.

By me, as it happens.

Certain gestures or words you use
are not without consequences.

They inflict irreversible wounds.

Children sometimes do that because
they know their parents will intervene.

But you’re not children.

You’re adults who can no longer
communicate without hurting each other.

So will you please sit back down?

I want a separation.

- What did you say?
- I want a separation.

But done nicely,
so Robin doesn’t suffer.

It won’t happen.

What do you mean?

You leave, I’m keeping Robin.

- He needs me.
- He needs me too.

He’ll be better fed.
You’ll turn him into the Michelin Man.

Maybe I was a fat kid,
but that’s totally unrelated!

Damien, I want it done nicely.

When one considers the possibility
of a separation,

it’s not necessarily...

what one finally decides to do.

The discussion remains open.

- Are you trying to change our mind?
- Your mind!

Look.
I know a couple who were in therapy

who argued and said horrific thing
but they didn’t get divorced.

Patients of yours?

- No, but that’s irrelevant.
- So how do you know them?

That’s confidential. One was unfaithful
and they nearly split up.

What are you getting at?

I’m saying
that nothing is written in stone.

Are you sure?

You sit there all day, listening
to the damage and pain of others.

And you judge us with no empathy.

“Nothing is written in stone,
things can change. Blah blah blah...”

What do you know?

First, I do not judge.

And I know because I am too.

You’re what?

I’m married too.

You cheated on your wife,
is that what you’re saying?

Not at all.

Then she cheated on you?

I’m not saying that either.

I’m talking about a couple I know.

I said I’m married so you’ll understand
I know what I’m talking about.

And I’m telling you
that it isn’t all discord between you.

What is there
besides the recording and spying?

It’s not all recording and spying.
You’re exaggerating.

You have something worth saving.

Your perseverance here proves that.

Why tell us about this couple?
Has she told you she’s cheated on me?

No, not at all.

- Have you cheated on me with Benjamin?
- No.

Why not stop accusing her
and study your intimacy?

You’re in a place where you can talk
about your weaknesses, you failings...

Léonora’s trying to tell you things,

but you keep hiding
and putting up a shield.

I’m here to save our marriage,

not to listen to stuff
about you and your wife.

Has Léonora cheated on me?

No.

You’re here to save your marriage.
You just said so.

Can you say so to Léonora?

We have to stop fighting.

We have to stay together,
then we’ll stop.

That’s impossible, and you know it.

Then what’s the point of this therapy?

What good has it done?

- I want to say something.
- Stop it.

No, listen.
I don’t want you to leave me.

I don’t want you to. Please.

I want you to stay,
I don’t want to sleep without you.

Please.

Please.

Please.

I don’t want you to leave me.

I want you to stay,
I can’t sleep without you.