In Therapy (2005–…): Season 1, Episode 11 - Episode #1.11 - full transcript
I have someone.
You're not home, Reuven.
- Is it over or are you
going to see him again?
- I don't know.
It's up to you.
- What a week
you've been through.
Two women say to
you, "choose".
- Why two?
Yael and Na'ama.
- It happened.
And I know it happened.
And you know it happened.
- What happened?
- Me and you.
And the thoughts
that pass through
your head before
you fall asleep.
Na'ama...
I didn't think you
wouldn't deny it.
How could anything like
this happen to you?
I'm going to marry Avri
and... And it would
really help me to know
if you wanted to, too.
Just tell me yes or no.
- No.
- There is such intensity
in this therapy.
- Yes.
- I think that in the situation where you
are with Yael and everything that happens,
we need to start
thinking about the option
of transferring Na'ama
to another therapist.
- If I had transferred to the
therapist every female patient I had at
some point might have been attracted
to, I would not have any left.
- I have a bad feeling
about this story, Reuven.
- Hey.
You just won't believe what
happened to me right now.
Such a strange thing just
happened. almost
didn't come.
I have to calm down
first. I need water.
Can I get you some?
Please.
Were you planning on
punishing me for being late?
- It's just... I don't
know how it got there.
- It's yours? - Yes.
- I thought someone
left it here.
Sorry, I'm sorry I'm late,
but I have a perfect excuse.
- A perfect excuse is a an
oxymoron kind of, isn't it?
- What do you mean?
- An oxymoron is a
thing and its contrary.
- I know what
an oxymoron is.
- I just think this
combination of "perfect excuse"
has a contradiction in it,
doesn't it? Don't you think?
- Oh, well, don't
get smart now, I just
went through this
trauma on the way over.
I came by taxi, Avri took
the car for...
Tastings rounds.
And we're on the exit
from Even Gvirol,
busy, traffic, and some
100-200 meters from
us, this little dog, not a puppy, a shaggy
terrier is trying to cross the road.
And it's impossible it's
just, there's
no... You can't.
And of course he
gets run over.
Well not run over, but hurt.
The car in front of us hit him
and then it ran to the middle
of the road and another car
hit it and it... it was awful.
The cars were just
tossing it around.
Say I'm the dog, boom
here, boom there.
It was just horrifying.
He had no chance.
I think that three
or four cars hit him.
The taxi I was riding
had also hit him. Almost.
But the driver hit the
breaks, and the car on our
left hit him really hard.
I was sure it was dead.
But no, I looked through the
back window and saw that it ran
into this side yard, and I shout
to the driver: "Stop, stop!"
But you can't stop there
because it's, you know, a
place you can't stop, it
would cause a chain accident.
In short I couldn't keep
riding, like if the dog
was still alive, then we
have to get him to a vet.
No?
Wouldn't you stop?
What, you wouldn't
give a damn?
- I didn't say I
wouldn't give a damn.
But not everyone
would have stopped.
- I didn't say anyone,
but you would've stopped.
You would have stopped.
You would have.
What, you wouldn't
stop? Reuven...
I wouldn't stop.
- No? - No.
I would assume
that the dog was
gone, and that I
couldn't help it anyway.
It would have made me sad,
but no, I wouldn't
have stopped.
- I don't believe you.
Well, I couldn't
help but stop.
I don't know, I
felt like I had
to do something
for that dog.
I asked the driver to turn
around so that we could
get to the other side of
the road, but there was
no U-turn, and he tried
to get me off of it, he
told me that wounded
animals prefer to die alone.
What a... And I
asked him to pull
over to let me think
about what to do.
And then I looked at
the watch and saw a
quarter to... and that
it's another 20-minutes
drive, and if I get into it, there's no,
I'm not coming here, just not coming.
Which means you would
have come late anyway.
What?
- I'm trying to figure out,
if you ended up not stopping,
for the dog, what actually
kept you from getting here?
- Wait, why are
you like this?
- Why I'm what?
I don't know... so anti.
- Anti? Anti-what?
- I don't know, anti-me.
- There's a strange
atmosphere here
today. Negative.
- I'm just trying to
understand. I'm trying to tell
you that I think your lateness
today wasn't accidental.
- What do you
mean, that I paid
that dog to get hit
in front of my face?
It's my accomplice?
- I think your
lateness may have
actually been realized
for the first time.
But for a few weeks now it's
been here. Hanging
in the air.
Look, it's obvious
that this dog just
happened to be on
your way. Clearly.
But it let you
actually do what you've
been threatening
to do for a while.
Not to come.
Get out of here.
At least take one
foot out the door.
- I don't understand
what you want from me.
- You're not late for a
whole year. Even once.
And you have a very
tight schedule, right?
Not once you told me how
you got her the last minute.
How you almost couldn't
get out on time
because of some urgent
case in the hospital?
You had a lot of perfect
excuses, that you
chose not to use.
And right now, after
these stormy weeks
we've had here,
you're suddenly late.
- Well, what do you
want to say with that?
- That you might
be trying to tell
me something through
this lateness.
- Tell you what?
- Maybe you're telling me:
You aren’t' treating
me properly.
And we might as
well take advantage
of this moment
and talk about it.
- Talk about what?
- About the benefit
that this therapy
has for you or
doesn't have for you.
- About the boundaries we
succeed or fail to keep.
- What are you up to?
- Reuven, I know you
you're plotting something.
- Look, I think, I thought,
that we should talk
about the termination
process for our therapy.
- What, I'm 10
minutes late and
you're throwing
me out of therapy?
- Go on, grab
the belt. It's a
more humane punishment.
Is this about what happened
last week? Are
you mad at me?
- Why do you
think I'm angry?
- Just so you know, I'm
not mad at you anymore.
I mean, I was angry.
I even thought I
wouldn't make it.
Just... you know,
a little protest.
When I left here
last week, I
called a taxi
and it was busy.
So I started walking
about for half an hour.
I was walking around in
circles, around the garden.
Around your house.
And then I
realized that I was
actually in shock.
Like I got punched.
- Is that what
you felt? That
you were punched by me?
- Are you serious?
- I'm just asking.
You know I have a feeling
that if I hadn't brought
it up now, you wouldn't
have mentioned it ever.
As if you would have used it to
the end, that idiotic rule that
psychologists should not initiate
the subject of conversation.
They're supposed to
let the patient lead.
You'd take advantage
of this rule so we can
never ever talk about it
again. As if it wasn't.
- But I think we
are talking about
it since the start
of the session.
- Oh, come on, you act
like you don't know me,
and that's what makes
me so angry about this.
You look at me at
the look of this:
Remind me of
your name please.
- On the contrary,
I... I think I'm
acting from where
I know you most.
And that's exactly why
I'm hanging on that point.
- What point? - Your anger.
For the first time
in a year of therapy
you allow yourself
an act of protest.
For being so angry that
you think not
to come at all.
And in the end, you express
this anger in the
form of lateness.
- Well, I wanted to tell
you what conclusions I made
this week, but you probably
don't care about that.
I guess you'd really
rather not talk about it.
I just wanted to tell you
that I've been walking around
all week trying to figure out
what the hell happened here.
And when I realized, when
I realized that you told me
that you didn't want me, my
first instinct was to say:
"Then I'm not coming,
what do I need this for?"
But then I realized
it wasn't your fault.
It's my fault, you
don't owe me anything.
You don't have
to love me back.
You don't owe me anything.
- Na'ama, look.
- I don't deny the fact
that last week there was
a closing of a door,
maybe a thundering of one.
Maybe too thundering,
about a fantasy
you developed.
And I may have been a little...
I don't know, a little bit...
A little unpleasant?
A little hysterical.
- No. I don't think
I was hysterical.
I was assertive.
You demanded and answer,
and I gave you one.
And I'm really sorry
if it hurt you.
- Great. So, first, I
accept your apology.
Second, I think your
answer from the previous
time may not have
been so unequivocal.
And thirdly, I
still think my
lateness excuse was perfect.
- I think that your
excuse is quite
perfect, but its timing
is not accidental.
- You know, now I understand why
they make fun of psychologists
with all these brutal interpretations:
"What did you really mean?"
"What does that
really mean?"
- It upsets you so
bad, that bullshit.
Wouldn't it bother you if
your shrink was forcing...
torturing you into some
dumb commentary and you
can't even defend yourself
because you are the
patient, whatever you say,
will be used against you.
What most annoys me is that
that maybe I
shouldn't have come.
I should stayed
with that dog and
taken him to some vet
and not come here.
- Where they
don't treat you?
- You just don't
listen to me, eh?
- I think you're
not listening to
what you're telling
me right now.
I'm risking you telling me it's
bullshit again, but your solidarity
with this sad dog is not
something I feel I should ignore.
- So now this dog
does interest you?
I won't let you turn this
dog into some convoluted
interpretation, some
regurgitated theory.
Make up something
original. Try harder.
Because I... I'm not
trying hard enough with
our therapy, am I? That's
what you're saying.
I'm sitting here like a
parasite feeding off your
stories, your reality, your
pain, and it doesn't help you.
- You know, suddenly
I miss my Avri.
For the first
time in my life I
sit in front of
you and miss him.
How strange it
is to miss Avri.
Avri who unlike me...
Who loves me, yes.
That he admits it, he
yells it from the rooftops.
- And what would
happen if I did it?
How do you imagine that?
- No, no, no, no,
no, no. No, Reuven.
I... I stopped
fantasizing. I'm
trying to quit. It's
hurting my health.
I'm getting married in a
few months, I need to keep
the last drop of energy I
have left for this wedding.
- I thought that bride
was supposed to fill with
energy just from thinking
about the wedding, no?
- Honestly, just the word
"bride" gives me the creeps.
You want to talk to a
real bride? Talk to Avri.
If you can catch
him, if he is not
checking out a caterer
behind my back.
I refuse to go with
him to these tastings,
I told him to close
on a place without me.
- Really?
- Yeah, what difference does it
have if you get married in the
Pine Nut Dump or... the Pine Nut
Castle, it's all the same anyway.
As hard as you try
to be different, you
always come out like
everyone else. Worse.
Too bad we're
not in America.
We would go to Las Vegas,
without catering, without guests
just some alcoholic priest and
a transvestite organ player.
You know what he did?
He sent a text to
every one of his
contacts about us
getting married.
Just random people, too.
To his insurance agent for
instance, to his mechanic.
We had an exterminator a few
months ago. He also
received an text.
I haven't even told my dad.
- You haven't told him yet?
- No, I didn't.
- I didn't want to
tell him on the phone.
Avri wanted us to
go and tell him
together, but... Somehow
it didn't happen.
And I didn't want us to go
to him together and tell
him while we're holding
hands, like in the movies.
- I mean, it's not exactly
like you didn't
get a chance.
You're avoiding
telling your dad.
- I know... He hasn't
been feeling well in
the last few months.
He had lots of tests.
Of course, I'm the one who
has to take him to
all these tests.
Every morning at
work, they ask me:
"Well, where's your dad?"
We have a test
today for... an MRI.
- Well, that kind of news
might make him happy, no?
- Yes, that's
exactly the problem.
- Are you afraid
to make him happy?
- I'm afraid he's
going to believe it.
- You mean, telling your
dad would make it real?
- Something like that.
I don't know.
I don't know why I don't
tell him, I have no idea.
You know, Avri
is so happy right
now that I feel like
I'm cheating on him.
- Cheating on him?
- With my sadness.
I know I shouldn't be sad right now,
but... Every time we go somewhere,
and this week he really insisted that
we take a tour around our friends.
I feel like some exotic
animal that was hunted in the
jungle, ...and then brought
to civilization, in a cage.
- Or maybe like a
little terrier that
was put in the
middle of the road.
- You know, for a moment I
thought you were going to
say something important, but
here, we came back to that.
- Back to what?
- To this lateness nonsense!
- It's not
nonsense, we're back
to it because it
was important.
- It's so Kafka, what's
happening... not Kafka.
Uh... you know this story with
this man who tells a joke, and the
authorities think he's being
subversive and persecute him for life.
- I know that
book. And I don't
think the
comparison is right.
You weren't telling a joke.
Your lateness today
was completely serious.
More serious than ever.
There is something I
like about this lateness.
Through it you
are telling me
what you've never
dared to tell me.
- What, what am
I telling you?
- Fuck you, Reuven, you're
a shit psychologist.
- Well, maybe I should
surrender. It's
pointless anyway.
Go on, shove a rag in
my mouth and shut it up.
It doesn't matter
what I say anyway.
- Maybe that's what
you'd like to do to me.
- Shut my mouth up. - Maybe.
You say the same
thing all the time.
Okay, I get it, you want to
throw me out of
therapy, okay.
- Wait, Na'ama,
a termination
of therapy is a
gradual matter.
I just wanted to bring
it into the room.
- You brought it in,
believe me, you did.
How long are you
thinking about it?
Have you been thinking about
getting rid of me
for a long time?
Honestly, it looks like you
were just for the
chance I'm late.
That my lateness
today is your
perfect excuse
for dumping me.
- Firstly, I'm not dumping
you from therapy, Na'ama.
It's not something that's
going to happen in a day.
- Oh, so now you're
trying to soften it up.
- Thank you so much.
Don't bother.
Did you become
the polite rapist?
- And secondly, I
think that you've
dumped me from
therapy a while ago.
You don't want me
to treat you as a
psychologist, but rather
as someone who love you.
I probably should
have seen it earlier.
Maybe I shouldn't have
dragged it for a whole year.
But this demand destroys
any chance of therapy.
Because I haven't been your
psychologist for
a while, Na'ama.
I'm the one who's
insulting you.
A whole year I'm
insulting you
by fact that I won't
reciprocate you.
Maybe you're tired of
it and you're trying
all kinds of ways
to insult me back.
You got punched
by me and you
repay me with all
kinds of little flicks.
And I think it is
impossible to continue
therapy, not successful
therapy anyway.
From such a loaded place.
From a place
that is doomed to
be a kind of persistent
insult to you.
I think as a patient
you deserve better.
- What do you
mean "I deserve
better"? Better than what?
Better than you?
What, you're not a good
enough psychologist?
You know, I
don't accept this
sudden humility of
yours, not really.
Why can't you
treat me, exactly?
Because maybe
you love me too?
Because maybe
your "no", like
I thought, was
not entirely "no."
- I can't treat you
because the boundaries
here have been breached
a little too far.
Because you broke them
in a way that tells
me you don't want to
be a patient anymore.
- So what? Big deal! Deal!
What am I, the first patient
to be in love with you?
You've been a psychologist
for 20 years, aren't you
supposed to know what... what
to do in cases like this?
Are we out of time?
- Yes.
- What time is it?
Ten to...
Okay, but I was late, can you
maybe give me that time back?
- Not today.
- But this is the first
time I've been late.
- No, no. I can't because I
just have to be
somewhere else.
- But it's just 10 minutes.
- I really can't.
- Come, I'll write
you a receipt.
- You're for Reuven? - Yes.
- He's gone.
- No, no, no, he's got
an appointment with me.
- He came out, said he had
a meeting or something.
Oh...
Are you a patient of his?
- Yes, you too?
Yes, me too.
Oh... Wait. So how
come we are meeting?
It's a little irresponsible
of him, isn't it?
- I was late today
and... Maybe that's why.
- Oh, really?
Gave you extra time?
- No, I I was late
and he didn't.
I mean... He kicked me out.
- Didn't give in, eh?
What a cheapskate.
- What is this?
- Just, it's something
I brought him.
- You don't say.
It's for him?
- Yes, but he
stood me up, the
bastard didn't even
say he was skipping.
- Yeah.
Weird.
How long have you
been a patient of his?
- I don't know, a few weeks.
- And this is
your regular day?
- Yes, I'm always
on Mondays.
Wait, fuck. What
day is it today?
- Sunday. - Fuck!
I got confused on the day.
Fucking shit! And
I went to get it
in the morning
before the session.
Are you sure today's Sunday?
- How did you get confused?
- I don't know, I
just don't, no I
didn't sleep all
night, so I... Fuck!
- No one's going to take it.
You're coming
tomorrow, right?
- Are you crazy? Do you know
how much this thing costs?
- Say, do you
know a good vet?
- Veterinarian?
I have a doctor
friend, I can try.
I'm going to the
center, you want a ride?
Yadin yerushalmi.
- Na'ama.
You're not home, Reuven.
- Is it over or are you
going to see him again?
- I don't know.
It's up to you.
- What a week
you've been through.
Two women say to
you, "choose".
- Why two?
Yael and Na'ama.
- It happened.
And I know it happened.
And you know it happened.
- What happened?
- Me and you.
And the thoughts
that pass through
your head before
you fall asleep.
Na'ama...
I didn't think you
wouldn't deny it.
How could anything like
this happen to you?
I'm going to marry Avri
and... And it would
really help me to know
if you wanted to, too.
Just tell me yes or no.
- No.
- There is such intensity
in this therapy.
- Yes.
- I think that in the situation where you
are with Yael and everything that happens,
we need to start
thinking about the option
of transferring Na'ama
to another therapist.
- If I had transferred to the
therapist every female patient I had at
some point might have been attracted
to, I would not have any left.
- I have a bad feeling
about this story, Reuven.
- Hey.
You just won't believe what
happened to me right now.
Such a strange thing just
happened. almost
didn't come.
I have to calm down
first. I need water.
Can I get you some?
Please.
Were you planning on
punishing me for being late?
- It's just... I don't
know how it got there.
- It's yours? - Yes.
- I thought someone
left it here.
Sorry, I'm sorry I'm late,
but I have a perfect excuse.
- A perfect excuse is a an
oxymoron kind of, isn't it?
- What do you mean?
- An oxymoron is a
thing and its contrary.
- I know what
an oxymoron is.
- I just think this
combination of "perfect excuse"
has a contradiction in it,
doesn't it? Don't you think?
- Oh, well, don't
get smart now, I just
went through this
trauma on the way over.
I came by taxi, Avri took
the car for...
Tastings rounds.
And we're on the exit
from Even Gvirol,
busy, traffic, and some
100-200 meters from
us, this little dog, not a puppy, a shaggy
terrier is trying to cross the road.
And it's impossible it's
just, there's
no... You can't.
And of course he
gets run over.
Well not run over, but hurt.
The car in front of us hit him
and then it ran to the middle
of the road and another car
hit it and it... it was awful.
The cars were just
tossing it around.
Say I'm the dog, boom
here, boom there.
It was just horrifying.
He had no chance.
I think that three
or four cars hit him.
The taxi I was riding
had also hit him. Almost.
But the driver hit the
breaks, and the car on our
left hit him really hard.
I was sure it was dead.
But no, I looked through the
back window and saw that it ran
into this side yard, and I shout
to the driver: "Stop, stop!"
But you can't stop there
because it's, you know, a
place you can't stop, it
would cause a chain accident.
In short I couldn't keep
riding, like if the dog
was still alive, then we
have to get him to a vet.
No?
Wouldn't you stop?
What, you wouldn't
give a damn?
- I didn't say I
wouldn't give a damn.
But not everyone
would have stopped.
- I didn't say anyone,
but you would've stopped.
You would have stopped.
You would have.
What, you wouldn't
stop? Reuven...
I wouldn't stop.
- No? - No.
I would assume
that the dog was
gone, and that I
couldn't help it anyway.
It would have made me sad,
but no, I wouldn't
have stopped.
- I don't believe you.
Well, I couldn't
help but stop.
I don't know, I
felt like I had
to do something
for that dog.
I asked the driver to turn
around so that we could
get to the other side of
the road, but there was
no U-turn, and he tried
to get me off of it, he
told me that wounded
animals prefer to die alone.
What a... And I
asked him to pull
over to let me think
about what to do.
And then I looked at
the watch and saw a
quarter to... and that
it's another 20-minutes
drive, and if I get into it, there's no,
I'm not coming here, just not coming.
Which means you would
have come late anyway.
What?
- I'm trying to figure out,
if you ended up not stopping,
for the dog, what actually
kept you from getting here?
- Wait, why are
you like this?
- Why I'm what?
I don't know... so anti.
- Anti? Anti-what?
- I don't know, anti-me.
- There's a strange
atmosphere here
today. Negative.
- I'm just trying to
understand. I'm trying to tell
you that I think your lateness
today wasn't accidental.
- What do you
mean, that I paid
that dog to get hit
in front of my face?
It's my accomplice?
- I think your
lateness may have
actually been realized
for the first time.
But for a few weeks now it's
been here. Hanging
in the air.
Look, it's obvious
that this dog just
happened to be on
your way. Clearly.
But it let you
actually do what you've
been threatening
to do for a while.
Not to come.
Get out of here.
At least take one
foot out the door.
- I don't understand
what you want from me.
- You're not late for a
whole year. Even once.
And you have a very
tight schedule, right?
Not once you told me how
you got her the last minute.
How you almost couldn't
get out on time
because of some urgent
case in the hospital?
You had a lot of perfect
excuses, that you
chose not to use.
And right now, after
these stormy weeks
we've had here,
you're suddenly late.
- Well, what do you
want to say with that?
- That you might
be trying to tell
me something through
this lateness.
- Tell you what?
- Maybe you're telling me:
You aren’t' treating
me properly.
And we might as
well take advantage
of this moment
and talk about it.
- Talk about what?
- About the benefit
that this therapy
has for you or
doesn't have for you.
- About the boundaries we
succeed or fail to keep.
- What are you up to?
- Reuven, I know you
you're plotting something.
- Look, I think, I thought,
that we should talk
about the termination
process for our therapy.
- What, I'm 10
minutes late and
you're throwing
me out of therapy?
- Go on, grab
the belt. It's a
more humane punishment.
Is this about what happened
last week? Are
you mad at me?
- Why do you
think I'm angry?
- Just so you know, I'm
not mad at you anymore.
I mean, I was angry.
I even thought I
wouldn't make it.
Just... you know,
a little protest.
When I left here
last week, I
called a taxi
and it was busy.
So I started walking
about for half an hour.
I was walking around in
circles, around the garden.
Around your house.
And then I
realized that I was
actually in shock.
Like I got punched.
- Is that what
you felt? That
you were punched by me?
- Are you serious?
- I'm just asking.
You know I have a feeling
that if I hadn't brought
it up now, you wouldn't
have mentioned it ever.
As if you would have used it to
the end, that idiotic rule that
psychologists should not initiate
the subject of conversation.
They're supposed to
let the patient lead.
You'd take advantage
of this rule so we can
never ever talk about it
again. As if it wasn't.
- But I think we
are talking about
it since the start
of the session.
- Oh, come on, you act
like you don't know me,
and that's what makes
me so angry about this.
You look at me at
the look of this:
Remind me of
your name please.
- On the contrary,
I... I think I'm
acting from where
I know you most.
And that's exactly why
I'm hanging on that point.
- What point? - Your anger.
For the first time
in a year of therapy
you allow yourself
an act of protest.
For being so angry that
you think not
to come at all.
And in the end, you express
this anger in the
form of lateness.
- Well, I wanted to tell
you what conclusions I made
this week, but you probably
don't care about that.
I guess you'd really
rather not talk about it.
I just wanted to tell you
that I've been walking around
all week trying to figure out
what the hell happened here.
And when I realized, when
I realized that you told me
that you didn't want me, my
first instinct was to say:
"Then I'm not coming,
what do I need this for?"
But then I realized
it wasn't your fault.
It's my fault, you
don't owe me anything.
You don't have
to love me back.
You don't owe me anything.
- Na'ama, look.
- I don't deny the fact
that last week there was
a closing of a door,
maybe a thundering of one.
Maybe too thundering,
about a fantasy
you developed.
And I may have been a little...
I don't know, a little bit...
A little unpleasant?
A little hysterical.
- No. I don't think
I was hysterical.
I was assertive.
You demanded and answer,
and I gave you one.
And I'm really sorry
if it hurt you.
- Great. So, first, I
accept your apology.
Second, I think your
answer from the previous
time may not have
been so unequivocal.
And thirdly, I
still think my
lateness excuse was perfect.
- I think that your
excuse is quite
perfect, but its timing
is not accidental.
- You know, now I understand why
they make fun of psychologists
with all these brutal interpretations:
"What did you really mean?"
"What does that
really mean?"
- It upsets you so
bad, that bullshit.
Wouldn't it bother you if
your shrink was forcing...
torturing you into some
dumb commentary and you
can't even defend yourself
because you are the
patient, whatever you say,
will be used against you.
What most annoys me is that
that maybe I
shouldn't have come.
I should stayed
with that dog and
taken him to some vet
and not come here.
- Where they
don't treat you?
- You just don't
listen to me, eh?
- I think you're
not listening to
what you're telling
me right now.
I'm risking you telling me it's
bullshit again, but your solidarity
with this sad dog is not
something I feel I should ignore.
- So now this dog
does interest you?
I won't let you turn this
dog into some convoluted
interpretation, some
regurgitated theory.
Make up something
original. Try harder.
Because I... I'm not
trying hard enough with
our therapy, am I? That's
what you're saying.
I'm sitting here like a
parasite feeding off your
stories, your reality, your
pain, and it doesn't help you.
- You know, suddenly
I miss my Avri.
For the first
time in my life I
sit in front of
you and miss him.
How strange it
is to miss Avri.
Avri who unlike me...
Who loves me, yes.
That he admits it, he
yells it from the rooftops.
- And what would
happen if I did it?
How do you imagine that?
- No, no, no, no,
no, no. No, Reuven.
I... I stopped
fantasizing. I'm
trying to quit. It's
hurting my health.
I'm getting married in a
few months, I need to keep
the last drop of energy I
have left for this wedding.
- I thought that bride
was supposed to fill with
energy just from thinking
about the wedding, no?
- Honestly, just the word
"bride" gives me the creeps.
You want to talk to a
real bride? Talk to Avri.
If you can catch
him, if he is not
checking out a caterer
behind my back.
I refuse to go with
him to these tastings,
I told him to close
on a place without me.
- Really?
- Yeah, what difference does it
have if you get married in the
Pine Nut Dump or... the Pine Nut
Castle, it's all the same anyway.
As hard as you try
to be different, you
always come out like
everyone else. Worse.
Too bad we're
not in America.
We would go to Las Vegas,
without catering, without guests
just some alcoholic priest and
a transvestite organ player.
You know what he did?
He sent a text to
every one of his
contacts about us
getting married.
Just random people, too.
To his insurance agent for
instance, to his mechanic.
We had an exterminator a few
months ago. He also
received an text.
I haven't even told my dad.
- You haven't told him yet?
- No, I didn't.
- I didn't want to
tell him on the phone.
Avri wanted us to
go and tell him
together, but... Somehow
it didn't happen.
And I didn't want us to go
to him together and tell
him while we're holding
hands, like in the movies.
- I mean, it's not exactly
like you didn't
get a chance.
You're avoiding
telling your dad.
- I know... He hasn't
been feeling well in
the last few months.
He had lots of tests.
Of course, I'm the one who
has to take him to
all these tests.
Every morning at
work, they ask me:
"Well, where's your dad?"
We have a test
today for... an MRI.
- Well, that kind of news
might make him happy, no?
- Yes, that's
exactly the problem.
- Are you afraid
to make him happy?
- I'm afraid he's
going to believe it.
- You mean, telling your
dad would make it real?
- Something like that.
I don't know.
I don't know why I don't
tell him, I have no idea.
You know, Avri
is so happy right
now that I feel like
I'm cheating on him.
- Cheating on him?
- With my sadness.
I know I shouldn't be sad right now,
but... Every time we go somewhere,
and this week he really insisted that
we take a tour around our friends.
I feel like some exotic
animal that was hunted in the
jungle, ...and then brought
to civilization, in a cage.
- Or maybe like a
little terrier that
was put in the
middle of the road.
- You know, for a moment I
thought you were going to
say something important, but
here, we came back to that.
- Back to what?
- To this lateness nonsense!
- It's not
nonsense, we're back
to it because it
was important.
- It's so Kafka, what's
happening... not Kafka.
Uh... you know this story with
this man who tells a joke, and the
authorities think he's being
subversive and persecute him for life.
- I know that
book. And I don't
think the
comparison is right.
You weren't telling a joke.
Your lateness today
was completely serious.
More serious than ever.
There is something I
like about this lateness.
Through it you
are telling me
what you've never
dared to tell me.
- What, what am
I telling you?
- Fuck you, Reuven, you're
a shit psychologist.
- Well, maybe I should
surrender. It's
pointless anyway.
Go on, shove a rag in
my mouth and shut it up.
It doesn't matter
what I say anyway.
- Maybe that's what
you'd like to do to me.
- Shut my mouth up. - Maybe.
You say the same
thing all the time.
Okay, I get it, you want to
throw me out of
therapy, okay.
- Wait, Na'ama,
a termination
of therapy is a
gradual matter.
I just wanted to bring
it into the room.
- You brought it in,
believe me, you did.
How long are you
thinking about it?
Have you been thinking about
getting rid of me
for a long time?
Honestly, it looks like you
were just for the
chance I'm late.
That my lateness
today is your
perfect excuse
for dumping me.
- Firstly, I'm not dumping
you from therapy, Na'ama.
It's not something that's
going to happen in a day.
- Oh, so now you're
trying to soften it up.
- Thank you so much.
Don't bother.
Did you become
the polite rapist?
- And secondly, I
think that you've
dumped me from
therapy a while ago.
You don't want me
to treat you as a
psychologist, but rather
as someone who love you.
I probably should
have seen it earlier.
Maybe I shouldn't have
dragged it for a whole year.
But this demand destroys
any chance of therapy.
Because I haven't been your
psychologist for
a while, Na'ama.
I'm the one who's
insulting you.
A whole year I'm
insulting you
by fact that I won't
reciprocate you.
Maybe you're tired of
it and you're trying
all kinds of ways
to insult me back.
You got punched
by me and you
repay me with all
kinds of little flicks.
And I think it is
impossible to continue
therapy, not successful
therapy anyway.
From such a loaded place.
From a place
that is doomed to
be a kind of persistent
insult to you.
I think as a patient
you deserve better.
- What do you
mean "I deserve
better"? Better than what?
Better than you?
What, you're not a good
enough psychologist?
You know, I
don't accept this
sudden humility of
yours, not really.
Why can't you
treat me, exactly?
Because maybe
you love me too?
Because maybe
your "no", like
I thought, was
not entirely "no."
- I can't treat you
because the boundaries
here have been breached
a little too far.
Because you broke them
in a way that tells
me you don't want to
be a patient anymore.
- So what? Big deal! Deal!
What am I, the first patient
to be in love with you?
You've been a psychologist
for 20 years, aren't you
supposed to know what... what
to do in cases like this?
Are we out of time?
- Yes.
- What time is it?
Ten to...
Okay, but I was late, can you
maybe give me that time back?
- Not today.
- But this is the first
time I've been late.
- No, no. I can't because I
just have to be
somewhere else.
- But it's just 10 minutes.
- I really can't.
- Come, I'll write
you a receipt.
- You're for Reuven? - Yes.
- He's gone.
- No, no, no, he's got
an appointment with me.
- He came out, said he had
a meeting or something.
Oh...
Are you a patient of his?
- Yes, you too?
Yes, me too.
Oh... Wait. So how
come we are meeting?
It's a little irresponsible
of him, isn't it?
- I was late today
and... Maybe that's why.
- Oh, really?
Gave you extra time?
- No, I I was late
and he didn't.
I mean... He kicked me out.
- Didn't give in, eh?
What a cheapskate.
- What is this?
- Just, it's something
I brought him.
- You don't say.
It's for him?
- Yes, but he
stood me up, the
bastard didn't even
say he was skipping.
- Yeah.
Weird.
How long have you
been a patient of his?
- I don't know, a few weeks.
- And this is
your regular day?
- Yes, I'm always
on Mondays.
Wait, fuck. What
day is it today?
- Sunday. - Fuck!
I got confused on the day.
Fucking shit! And
I went to get it
in the morning
before the session.
Are you sure today's Sunday?
- How did you get confused?
- I don't know, I
just don't, no I
didn't sleep all
night, so I... Fuck!
- No one's going to take it.
You're coming
tomorrow, right?
- Are you crazy? Do you know
how much this thing costs?
- Say, do you
know a good vet?
- Veterinarian?
I have a doctor
friend, I can try.
I'm going to the
center, you want a ride?
Yadin yerushalmi.
- Na'ama.