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Camille.

What are you doing in Paris?

You seem really happy about it, anyway!

They’ve taken your plasters off.
As good as new!

You look radiant.

How did you find me?

We’re connected, remember?

Are you serious, Dad?

Your mom gave me the address.

Don’t blame her, I insisted.

So I’ve been waiting here all morning.

Freezing my balls off,
but who cares, now that I’ve got to see you.

And well done! Your mom told me
about the Gala with the French team.

She said you defeated them all.

Why didn’t you tell me?

You could have come.

Oh, yeah? How?

You haven’t answered any of my calls
for two weeks.

A good thing that
your mom keeps me up to date.

With everything happening in Paris.
It’s always on my mind.

I really have to go.

What are you doing to me?

What’s got into you?
Are you upset with me?

It’s killing me that you’re ignoring me.

I had everything ready for Christmas.

I was on my own.
I didn’t want to see anyone else.

Do you understand? I’m not sleeping
or eating, I can’t even work.

I did try to call you.

Yeah? When?

1st January.

On the first
I must have had about thirty calls.

- Why didn’t you leave a message?
- Mom would call back, anyway.

Sweetie,
your mother and I are different.

Let’s go and eat.
I’ve seen some nice places.

I have my session.

- Cancel it.
- I can’t just do that!

It seems really important to you.

Okay, I’ll wait,
we can have lunch after.

- You don’t have to.
- Maybe I do!

It’s my only chance
to get to see my daughter.

By the way, sweetie.

Merry Christmas.

Thanks.

- Don’t you want to know what’s on it?
- I’ll find out.

It’s a playlist of some new artists
I’ve keen working with.

Along with some classics.

- Eno and so on.
- Thanks.

You’re not with me.

Go on, go to your session.

- It’s not that, it’s...
- What?

What do you talk about
that’s so important?

Lots of stuff.

What sort of stuff?

Your swimming? Your friends? School?

Yeah... sometimes.

Sometimes? And about me?

That too.

Okay. And what do you say?

I don’t know.

What? You talk about me
but you don’t know what you say?

Yeah, but we talk
about all sorts of things.

Is this weird way
you’re behaving with me

related to what you’ve been saying
about me to your shrink?

- Dad, don’t you see that...
- What?

What?

- Okay, I want to meet this guy.
- What?

Don’t worry, just thirty seconds.

I’m not your mother,
I won’t cause a scene.

IN THERAPY

CAMILLE – WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 6, 2016, 11 A.M.

Hello. I’m Sylvain, Camille’s dad.

Hello.

We decided to do this session together.
You don’t mind?

You didn’t tell me.

- He was waiting downstairs.
- What does it matter?

- I’m here, so let’s go!
- Sorry, but it does matter.

How’s that?

I’d prefer to discuss it first
with Camille.

It doesn’t matter, she’s okay with it.
Right, Camille?

There! So, where do we do this?

Here, on the landing?

I suggest we consider a day next week
for a session.

No, I don’t live here.

I don’t know where I might be next week.

I’m sorry, but it is vital
that I discuss it first with Camille.

Explain why.

A useful session needs preparation.

“Useful”?

How am I disturbing it?

I’m her dad! You get that, right?

- Dad, please.
- What?

You promised.

I’m not going to let this guy
treat me like a threat.

I never said that.

I’m not some 16-year-old

you can spout your bullshit to!

Stop it!

We’ll do as Dr. Dayan said

and have a session
with all three of us some other time.

Dad.

Wait. I promise
he’ll agree to you staying.

No, don’t bother.

It’s not against you,
he’s just protecting me.

Oh, yeah? Protecting you?

From what? From you own father?

I’ll tell him I’ll cancel the session
if you can’t stay, okay?

You think I’ll go up there now?

Didn’t you see how he humiliated me?

He talked to me like I’m a...

What does he take me for?

What’s going on?

Do you really take what that charlatan
tells you seriously?

He’s brainwashed you.

No, he hasn’t.

You can’t even decide that your father
can stay for the session.

What’s that? That’s not a doctor.

He’s a frustrated guy, like all shrinks.

You won’t even look me in the eye
when I’m talking to you.

What’s he done to you?

This isn’t the Camille I know.

They’re not the values
I brought you up with.

You have values?

Sorry?

How could you teach me how to behave
when you were never there?

We’re connected, remember.

He’s sensitive, he feels humiliated
by what just happened.

I couldn’t just receive him like that.

He’s my father!

Your father or anyone,
it’s the same thing.

There are rules.

When my mom came here crying,
you asked her to come in.

But not to have a session.

I didn’t mind about my dad,
but you refused.

You change your rules to suit you.

Why do we have rules here?

Because you’re inflexible!

The rules establish a framework
for our sessions.

What’s more interesting
than respecting them?

- Not respecting them at all.
- Exactly.

Why would you agree
to your father breaking the rules,

but not your mother?

It’s completely different!

He just showed up unexpectedly.

What if your wife came in
to tell you something serious?

You wouldn’t say, “Sorry, darling,
there are rules. We’ll talk later.”

Does your father
have something serious to tell you?

Don’t try to confuse me,
answer my question!

It would depend how serious it was.

But if not too serious, yes,
I’d ask my wife to wait.

Do you remember the time
I left you alone for a while?

Right! You had some emergency,
but I didn’t make a fuss about it.

Do you remember how it bothered me
to leave you, however briefly?

Yes.

How would you have felt if I hadn’t
stressed that I was bending the rules?

Maybe I’d have swallowed your pills!

I’d like to know
why you’d agree to your father

breaking the rules of your therapy.

Anyway, he won’t come again.

- Let’s say he did.
- No way.

Very well.

What if, earlier, we’d agreed
to his participating in the session?

- Is that what you wanted?
- Yes.

- Why?
- That’s obvious, isn’t it?

It was clearly important to him.

Was it important to you too?

You have children.

You know I do.

You never do stuff
just to make them happy?

That’s very different.

No, I just wanted to make him happy,
like you might do for your children.

But he’s the parent, not you.

What difference does it make?

Isn’t a parent different from a child?

Don’t talk to me
like an idiot!

I’m not talking to you like an idiot.

But it’s your therapy, not his.

Each patient must follow
their own therapy.

To keep what you are apart
from what others want you to be.

I bet you can’t not analyze her.

- Who?
- Your daughter.

I try to absolutely not do so.

Why “absolutely not”?

Because I’d get it terribly wrong.

How can you be so sure?

Parents play a big role

in the development
of their children’s characters.

They’re in complex
emotional relationships with them.

If I were my daughter’s analyst,

it’d be impossible to separate my role
as a father from that as her therapist.

- You’d be part of her problems?
- I couldn’t put it better myself.

Are you expecting another patient?

No.

Let him in.

Why do you agree to him
breaking the rules?

Because he always has done.

Here or elsewhere.

I really want to talk to him.

Do you feel up to it?

Fine.

Earlier, when you said
I’d never been there for you,

it upset me.

So I’ve written a list.

From the day you started swimming

until you were eleven,

I came to pick you up
after every training session.

And I didn’t miss
any of your competitions.

You’d be too tired in the evening
to do your homework,

so I’d stay with you
to stop you falling asleep.

And as I was bad at maths,

I hired a private tutor

who came three times a week.

And when...

you woke up in the night with cramp,

I was the one who’d come
and massage your legs,

until you were able to go back to sleep.

Dad, stop it, it’s okay.

Then never again say
I wasn’t there for you!

You can’t imagine how it kills me
when you don’t answer my calls.

I’m not eating, I’m not sleeping,
I’ve got the shakes...

- You’ve barely seen me for three years!
- What are you talking about?

After you moved to Brussels
with your new girlfriend.

What’s that got to do with anything?

We talked to each other every day
at the time.

We spent hours on the phone.

That’s not the same
as seeing someone.

- But I knew everything about your life.
- No, you didn’t.

You didn’t know everything.

Plus, sweetheart, you’re wrong.

- It lasted two years, not three.
- Two and a half.

You know I wanted you
to move in with us.

It never happened, though.

Right! That’s why I left her.

After two and a half years?

But I was keeping an eye on you,
I knew you were fine.

We’ve always had that connection.

I was fine?

You knew Mom was depressed.
It was hell at home!

All I wanted was to live with you.

Me too, sweetheart.

Not enough, obviously.

- I left her.
- After two and a half years!

I loved her but I left her for you,
do you understand that?

If she’d let you live with us now,
I’d have her back.

A woman who didn’t want your daughter?

Sometimes...

adult stuff is hard to explain.

Adult stuff?

Are you serious?

I’m talking about me!

Go.

Piss off,
I don’t want you here any more!

I’m not at your beck and call!

You think you can show up
with a present,

and we’ll wipe the slate clean?

Here, take you stupid fucking playlist!

You can’t step in and out of my life
just when it suits you!

What are you on about?

Did he fill your head with this?

Did your mother work you up
against me?

It’s nothing to do with them!

This is about me! Don’t you understand?

Look, you have no idea
how much I love you.

No, you don’t love people
you don’t know.

Stop saying I don’t know you.

Who could know you better
than your own father?

Him.

- He really knows me.
- I suppose you have children.

You know them better
than some stranger, right?

I think that what Camille
is trying to say

is that there are different ways
of knowing someone.

You’ve filled her head with all this.

Look...

I’ll never know Camille
like you do, that’s obvious.

On the other hand, I’ve learned
how to listen to her over the weeks.

Attentively. It’s my job.

And I hear
a lot of anger and resentment.

But I also hear her telling you

that you have to fight

to rebuild your relationship with her.

I’ve... always loved you.

What difference does that make?
You weren’t there, you chose her.

It didn’t work out how I’d planned.

If I could go back in time
and start all over again...

You can’t.

- I know, but...
- You can’t!

You can’t start over again.

Your excuses don’t fix anything.

Life doesn’t work like that.

I can’t believe
I’m having to teach you that.

You didn’t come to the hospital,
not once, after my accident.

I’ve apologized
a thousand times for that.

- Are you making me pay for that?
- I’m not making you pay for anything.

I was in the middle of a shoot.

- I thought of you every minute.
- That’s no excuse!

You can understand.

You and I are the same, sweetie,
we have a passion.

Me for my work, and you for swimming.

Imagine if something happened to me,

and it was just
before a swimming competition,

I’d never hold it against you
if you didn’t come to my bedside.

I wouldn’t even be able to swim
in such a situation.

I’d sink...

straight down.

It wasn’t a cycling accident.

I wanted to kill myself.

What are you talking about?

I cycled straight at that car
on purpose.

I wanted to end it all.
I couldn’t bear to be alive any more.

- Sweetheart...
- I want you to go now.

No, no,
not after what you’ve just told me.

No, I’ll be here now.

- Go now.
- Let me stay here.

Allow me to be here.

No.

This is my therapy, mine!
Do you understand?

Go.

Please.

Go.

Go!

- Sweetheart...
- Leave me alone!

I don’t believe it.

I’ve just kicked my dad out!

You’ve shown
that you have the power to choose

when your parents
can be in your life and when they can’t.

Mostly when they have to get out of it.

He’ll never want to see me again.

On the contrary, I think he will.

He may understood how he’s hurt you,

and that must change him.

People can change.

- You think we can change?
- I’m sure of it.

You’re proof of that.

I just want to check if he’s waiting.

Okay.

When I called you on Sunday to tell you
I’d thrashed them all at the gala...

I didn’t tell you everything.

There was a coach from Marseille
who suggested I go and join them.

From the end of the month.

I wanted you to be the first to know

that I’m going to accept.

I think I need that.

To take care of myself.

Without my mom.

Without you.

Without wanting to offend you!

You’re not offending me at all.

I still have to tell my mom,
but I think she’ll agree.

Yes, that’s it.

It’s what I really want.

You know you can call me any time
if you need to.

Don’t worry.

Moving to Marseille
won’t break our pact.

Well... goodbye.

Goodbye.

And good luck in Marseille.

Thanks.

Wait.

I got this in the flea market
after our first session.

You told me about
how you were “planted” in the road,

as if you’d taken root in the ground,
do you remember?

Is that me, then?

No.

It’s just a memento
of a stage in our work,

but which led us to here.

This really is a farewell present.

It looks like it.

Or a way of leaving a reminder of you
in my future life.

So I don’t forget you.

Remember you said that to me
when I gave you that rocket?

Quite. There’s probably a bit of that.

We’re breaking all the rules.

Exactly.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Camille.

Hello, you’re through to Ariane Coligny.
Please leave a message.

Hello, Ariane. It’s Dayan.

I’d like us to talk.

We could meet for a coffee,
if you have time.

Bye.