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Hello.

Sorry, I should have let you know.
It’s a total mess.

Léonora’s not coming.
We’ve decided to stop the therapy.

We’re getting divorced.

I’m really sorry.

I’ve come to pay for the final session.

We pay whether we come or not, right?

Come in.

Come in.

IN THERAPY

LÉONORA AND DAMIEN,
THURSDAY, JANUARY 7, 2016, 5 P.M.

- There.
- Thank you.

How are you?

I don’t know.

It’s weird.

So far I’m okay.

But I’d forgotten what it’s like
to be without Léonora.

I’ll probably be in bits pretty soon.

We’ve barely spoken
since our last session. Remember?

Yes, I remember.

It’s painful watching her
try to make up for the Benjamin thing.

How do you make up
for something like that?

Can I sit down?

I’ve paid.

The other night,

after putting Robin to bed,

as I was about to go out...

I sleep one night at Fred’s,
the next at Nathanaël’s.

She tried to kiss me.

I couldn’t.

I turned my head.

But I saw
the disappointment on her face.

It was...

It was?

Pathetic.

Pathetic.

What are you doing?

Trying to get me to talk, right?

You can’t help yourself, can you?

I wasn’t going to stay, but...

I’m upset by what’s happened.

I’m sorry if I seem to be trying
to get you to talk.

Hazard of the job?

Let’s put it down to that.

After the last session
I didn’t go to my mother-in-law’s.

It was beyond me.

I went home alone.

But I couldn’t bear to be there alone.

So I got in the car
and I drove and drove,

to get as far from her as possible.

I turned off my phone,
I was afraid she’d call me,

and do a job on my brain.

So I drove to Rouen.
My parents live in Bois-Guillaume.

Do you see your parents often?

My mom comes to see Robin,

and we go there twice a year,
during the holidays.

And every other Christmas.
One with Léo’s mom, one with mine.

Your mother comes to Paris,
but not your father?

My father? He...

He has his life, that’s sacred.

How is he with his grandson?

That’s a good question.
Fine, I think.

They spend time together.
Robin likes him a lot.

As long as he toes the line
and minds his Ps and Qs.

But if he acts like a kid his age,
my dad doesn’t want to know.

He’ll go and read a book,
make a phone call...

Do you think Robin notices?

I don’t know.

It doesn’t seem to bother him.

I don’t think my dad even notices.

He’s too selfish.

Maybe I’m just imagining it all.

So,

I got to my parents’ place
at ten o’clock.

The lights were still on, woop!

And my brother was there,
with his perfect wife and daughters.

Then I showed up, the loser.

My mom’s face
when she opened the door!

Know what my dad said
about me and Léonora?

“You don’t know
how to hold on to good things.”

What a dunce!

He’s never had any faith in me.

All my teens
he baited me with his learning.

He can quote a Shakespearean sonnet

while thinking about string theory.

At the same time!

What’s his profession?

He was a professor.

A heavyweight.

He knows everything about everything.
Except about me.

Global warming,
species extinction...

he doesn’t give a damn.

- Because that’s my domain.
- Does that hurt you?

No.

No, I’m used to it.

He’s always preferred Stéphane.
That’s my brother.

He went to a top university,
he’s an economics professor.

One day-- This is a good one!

We were sitting down to dinner.

I must have been 15 or 16,
my brother had already left home.

My dad looked at me
with this pained expression.

And he asked me outright,

“Why don’t you have any friends
like Stéphane’s?”

What did he mean?

I don’t know.

My friends listened to rap
and smoked joints.

To him they were just yobs and losers.

I don’t think our lives
made any sense to him.

We were a waste of space.

- Did he say so?
- No.

He didn’t need to, I knew.

And your mother?

My mom was a professor too.

But she deferred to him in everything.

She couldn’t not ask for his advice.

About her classes, her cooking...

And he took pleasure in giving it
while grinding her down.

It made me want to scream,

watching her bite her lip
as she was humiliated.

She’s no Léonora, that’s for sure!

What do they think of Léonora?

They adore her.

All her degrees!

Her son, who didn’t even go to uni,
married a business heavyweight!

Interesting.

You used the term “heavyweight”
for both your father and Léonora.

She too, like him,
considers your friends losers.

- Do they have other things in common?
- I’m starting to regret staying.

But I don’t talk to many people
at the moment.

Do you miss it?

There’s one thing scaring me.

Losing custody of Robin.

Léonora’s crazy.

She’ll destroy him.

I’m a loser
but that kid means everything to me.

Is that her?

Hello.

I’m late but not really.

We’ve decided to stop it.
The therapy.

Come in.

- What are you doing here?
- The same as you.

I came to pay for the session.

I ended up staying.

Why didn’t you tell me?

- What?
- That you were coming.

I didn’t know myself
until an hour ago.

I thought it wasn’t right
not to inform him of our decision.

Sit down, please.

So he’s told you we’re getting divorced?

For real, this time.

Yes.

Well.

If everything’s been said,
there’s not really anything to do here.

But you can stay.

Why?

So far this therapy has been a disaster.

Why would that change now?

You can stay.

We’re both here now, so stay.

Shall I tell you about my week?

- Does it bother you to talk about it?
- Yes.

Every time I talk about it,
you find a way to make me unhappy,

to paint my childhood a nightmare,
my marriage a misery...

I’ve had enough
of talking about my life.

- It’s not been like that.
- Speak for yourself.

We were unhappy when we started this,

we weren’t even talking.

All we could do was screw...

screw and argue.

- Now, I don’t know, but I feel that...
- What?

We understand each other better.

I feel stronger.

Really? Stronger, without me?

Is that what you mean?

So, Léonora, how has your week been?

Very bad.

Will that do?

We’re not talking,
but I heard you laugh last week.

When? Where?

New Year’s Eve, at Fred’s.

You came to Fred’s party?

I was outside the door.

I know your laugh.
You sounded like you were having fun.

Where was Robin?

At my mother’s.

I wanted to surprise you.

I wanted to ring the bell,
come in, and tell you...

I just hoped you’d kiss me
before I said anything.

- You didn’t ring the bell.
- No.

- Why?
- Because of him.

Because of splitting hairs here.

I was about to ring the bell and..

I started analyzing whether I was
reproducing a “neurotic behaviour”.

The “fear of abandonment”,
and so on.

I couldn’t move.

I felt incapable of making
a decision by myself.

So you think the work
we’ve done here has been a failure?

It is a failure, objectively.

We wanted your help
in deciding about my pregnancy,

and now we’re splitting up.
What do you call it?

What do you think, Damien?

How do you see the therapy?

It’s complicated.

I’ve not been busy just recently,

so I’ve had the time
to think about all we’ve said.

I remembered a joke.

And, well, anyway,
it made me think of you.

- Me?
- You’re not going to tell a joke?

Can’t I tell a joke?

About the guy
looking under a street lamp.

- Do you know it?
- No, but I’ll be happy to hear it.

So this guy’s looking
under a street lamp.

And another guy comes up

and asks him what he’s doing.

He says, “Looking for my car keys.”

The other guy starts looking with him.

There they are, on all fours, looking.

After half an hour

they’ve found nothing at all,
so the second guy says,

“Are you sure you lost them here?”

He says, “No, I lost them over there.

“But over there it’s dark.

“You can’t see a thing.
It’s much brighter under this lamp.”

- Are you with me?
- Yes.

What’s the connection?

Before coming,
we were stuck in our comfort zone.

Argument, fuck, argument, fuck...

But here we started looking
not just under the lamp post.

And you’ve found your keys?

Let’s say I’ve better understood
how we function, yes.

Why we set off
the worst instincts in each other.

It’s hard, but it’s done me good.

It’s not your fault, it’s not mine,
it’s just us.

You each have a different vision
of your relationship.

It’s clearer for you, Damien,

but you, Léonora,
think everything’s falling apart.

You talked about being depressed
after Robin was born.

Do you remember why?

I thought it was unfair
to bring a child into this world.

And you, Damien, what did you feel
when Robin was born?

Unspeakable joy.

What are you getting at?

He’s an optimist,
see the dark side. So?

Opposites attract, right?

What we’ve tried to do here

is spot the repetitive habits
of which you were unaware,

which kept you joined together.

You can’t repeat those habits now
because they’re no longer unconscious.

It’s probably why you couldn’t ring
the bell at Damien’s friend’s.

You were aware of reproducing
a mechanical behaviour

behind which you used to hide.

Today you’re seeing each other
as you really are.

You’re emotionally naked.

The first time I saw you
you looked so unhappy.

I thought,

“Get her out of that relationship,
the sadness will disappear.”

But you were sad with me too.

We had a wonderful son,

but it changed nothing.

You were still unhappy.

I felt lost, totally hopeless.

Every time you complained
about tiredness or a bad night,

I’d blame myself.

It was my fault.

Now I realize
there was nothing I could have done.

You’d have been unhappy
whatever I did.

It wasn’t my fault, it wasn’t yours,
it was...

With my big mouth, pride and ego,

I convinced you, and myself too,

that I could make you happy.

I never asked you to make me happy.

I’ve been thinking too.

After standing at Fred’s door...

I sat in the car,

and...

- Why not come in?
- I assessed things.

Why didn’t you come in?

What have we done here?

Apart from tear ourselves apart?

You can’t do anything.

I thought it’d work.

Therapy isn’t magic.

It can help a couple reconcile

or split up on good terms.

All I can do is accompany you.

We never needed you
for us to argue.

But before we had make-up sex,
now we don’t even have that.

Oh, we have text messages!

Did he tell you we no longer talk?

We write.

It’s great!

“I’ll pick Robin up.”
“Take him a snack.”

“I’m downstairs,
Robin’s coming up now.”

- Why didn’t you come in at Fred’s?
- Would it have changed anything?

It’s over, isn’t it?

So, what?
I stay unhappy the rest of my life?

You’re not condemned to be unhappy.

There’s a pathway to finding a balance,

for you alone
and in your relationship with Damien.

It’s mad, isn’t it?

We both came to tell you
we’re stopping the therapy.

We both thought to do that.

Like the only thing binding us is you.

You’re the source of our separation
and our only remaining link.

- There’s Robin too.
- Yes.

What will you do, share custody?

- I suppose so.
- Of course.

You know what that means?

A constant back and forth.
I’ll need a flat nearby.

It’s a bit more than that.

Léo works late.
I can have him during the week.

- And the weekends...
- I’ve quit.

What happened?

That thing with Benjamin
fucked things up.

- He fired you?
- Asked me to resign.

What a dunce! And you did?

But I couldn’t stand the sight of him.
So it’s fine.

I’ll squeeze a big pay-off out of him.
We’ll be fine for a while.

We’ll sort the custody out.
Everyone else does.

Have you talked to Robin
about what’s happening?

Not yet.

He knows, he sees everything.

Maybe, but you know
you have to talk to him.

I’ve tried.

But I feel the tears coming
and I can’t do it.

I want Damien to be there,
to do it together.

The other night he asked
why I was always with him now,

and why it was his dad
that he never saw.

I said it was good
to have a change now and then.

He said,
“No, I don’t like change. It’s rubbish.”

He knows.

He’s seven,
but he’s the most sensible of us.

He already knows his parents
are mental.

We’ll talk to him.

We should go.

Pick Robin up.

- And talk to him now?
- We’ll see.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Here.

Thanks.