In Treatment (2008–2010): Season 1, Episode 23 - Sophie: Week Five - full transcript

Previously on In Treatment...

Charmed, I'm sure.

So yesterday, I marched into the gym
and I got up on the beam.

When I looked back at my feet,
they were right on the beam.

Sophie, look at me.

What goes on in there?

The new guy with the Tequila.

We had sex and...

Afterwards he said that I fucked like
someone who's been sexually abused.

Prick!

I'm trying to kill myself.



Oh, god.

Do you know what
that lipstick color reminds me of?

Dog shit.

That's right, Sophie.
Keep it up.

That's right, Olivia.
Keep feeling sorry for yourself.

Do we have to wait until exactly 4:00?

If you and your surgical enhancements
step into that room,

I'm never coming back here... Ever.

He asked me to come.

You promised you wouldn't go back
to the gym unless he said it was okay.

You make it seem like I'm going
to contaminate the place or something.

- I'm sure you will.
- Oh, Sophie, back off.

Why couldn't you just call him?
They have this thing called a telephone.

If I would've called him
and he said you shouldn't train,



you would've said I was lying.

I just want to be in the room
with you when he answers us.

There is no us.
I'm leaving.

Sophie.

Please?

You promised.

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1x23: Sophie-Week 5

Hello, Olivia.
Nice to meet you, finally.

- You too.
- Come on in. Sophie.

That's okay,
I'm just gonna be a minute.

Why don't we take
that minute inside?

- I don't want to intrude.
- You're not intruding. I called you.

I don't want to be in the way.

I promise you nothing terrible
will happen if you come inside.

Don't bet the farm on that.

She says she won't come back to therapy
if I go in. I don't know what to do.

I think it'll be fine.
Come on.

Sophie, can you take your bag
off the couch, please?

Thank you.

Please.

I asked you both here today...

Just tell her that I can keep training.

Otherwise I'm stuck at home with her.

She promised
she wouldn't go back to training

- unless you said it was okay.
- I never said that.

20 minutes ago,
you said you wouldn't go back

- unless Paul...
- I'll listen to what Paul has to say,

not do what he says.

God, you're like the queen
of selective hearing.

It seems crazy to me,
after all she's been through,

for her to just waltz back
into the gym.

It's not like she's injured.

- That's not the problem.
- You are.

I'm the problem.
Right. Always.

Yes, always.
You're one gargantuan problem.

Let me ask you something, Sophie.

Do you feel that you are
ready to go back

- to training?
- Yes.

But you can also understand
how your mom is...

a little bit concerned about that.

She's a crazy bitch.
Nobody understands her.

I think I understand her.

If I stay at home with her,

I will either slit my wrists
or I'll go postal,

they'll shut me in the loony bin.

And you won't be there
to get me out next time.

I think your mom is concerned
about whether you're ready...

mentally for the stress
you'll be under when you go back.

I can deal with stress.

If you can't, you don't belong there.
It's not for sissies.

- Why are you sighing?
- I'm not.

- I just heard you. You were sighing.
- Just breathing. Not allowed anymore?

If I don't try out for the olympics,

- I'll kill myself for real.
- Sophie, enough.

No more threats.

No more.

- Thank you, doctor.
- Shut up.

What are you even doing here?
Get your own life and butt out of mine?

That's right, because my very presence
makes any space I enter

automatically toxic to you.

- I hope my money isn't toxic too.
- I don't need it.

Right, you can always fall back
on your father's money.

So what is it, Paul?
To train or not to train?

Olivia, I understand your concerns,

and why you wouldn't want Sophie
to go back to the gym.

But, and I have given this
a great deal of thought,

I do think that Sophie should continue
her program of training.

What?

Are you sure?

Yes.

- I think that the gym is a place...
- Okay, but...

I don't know.
See, I just thought

- after everything...
- Are you deaf?

No, I'm not deaf.

- So you heard him?
- Yes, I heard him.

So why are you still talking?

Here come the waterworks.

- I'm gonna wait in the car.
- Hallelujah!

- I'd prefer if you stayed.
- If she stays, I'm so out.

I can see myself out.

- Dr. Weston.
- Paul.

I never got a chance to thank you

for all the strings
that you pulled at the hospital.

If it wasn't for you, they'd have
committed her for god knows how long.

Actually,
it doesn't quite work like that.

She would have had
an uncomfortable night or two, but...

In any case, thank you.

Make sure she walked away.
She could still be there,

- listening through the door.
- She's not listening at the door.

She's gone.

You're pretty confident today.

Confident how?

Sending me back to the gym
like nothing happened.

Where do you think
my confidence comes from?

Special delivery from old people land.

I'm confident because I think
I've figured out why...

Why you took those pills
in my bathroom last week.

I think you were testing me, Sophie.

And I passed the test.

Barely...

But I did pass it.

So maybe you can trust me now,

'cause I trust you.

One thing that bothers me, though:

what if you decided
to test somebody else,

and they didn't know it was a test?

Doesn't matter to me.
I'd be dead.

I think one of the things
that we need to figure out is...

what you find so attractive about...

About dying.

What does dying mean to you?

- Freedom.
- Freedom from what?

You and your stupid questions.

And what else?

My mother.

So you think death is the only way
to escape your mother?

I'm pretty sure even death won't do.

Well, let me ask you this:
if your mom wasn't around...

Would you still want to die?

I have no idea, dipshit.

Oh, I'm irritating you now.

See, what you're doing now
is you're shutting me out.

Is that what you do to your mom?

What else does death,

mean to you?

Sleeping well.

And what does sleeping well mean?

Not feeling.

Not feeling what?

Anything.

When you say "not feeling anything",

do you mean feeling...

Like, calm?

Is there anyplace in your life
where you feel calm?

Not here, that's for sure.

Okay, tell me what you feel
when you're here.

Would you like to talk about
what happened last week?

We went to a pretty painful place.

It was a place of...

Great feeling.

And then suddenly you...

You went to the bathroom
and you put yourself to sleep.

Go on.

I can't describe it.

- What can't you describe?
- What I felt, Paul.

God. Does everything
have to be talked about?

- It's too fucking hard.
- I need you to try, sophie.

- You try.

You want me to try
to express what you feel?

I tried to make myself throw up
but nothing came out.

Do you remember
after the accident, you said,

"I finally killed her"?

What did you mean by that?

I don't know.

We have these two sides
to our personalities,

the weak side
and the strong side

They're constantly
in conflict with each other.

Sometimes the weaker side

is sneaky and it's crafty,
and it wins.

For example, when you let
somebody buy you shoes

that you don't really want
or when you have sex with somebody

that you don't really want
to have sex with.

See, when it comes to sports,
you're completely confident on the beam.

You are really powerful.

But off the beam,
when you're not a gymnast,

when you're just a girl,
when you're a young woman,

that part of you is less secure.

And,

you seem more...
What's the word I'm looking for? More...

- Susceptible. do you...
- I know what susceptible means.

I hate that part of me.

But they're both you.

So do you really think
it's okay if I go back to training?

Yes, I do.

But here's the thing:

I want you to know
that I'm going to be here for you,

anytime.

All you have to do is just call me.
But on one condition:

I want you to know this
and understand it really clearly.

I will not treat you
under the threat of suicide.

Do you understand me?

And if I don't agree,
then I can't go back to the gym.

Then you cannot come back here, ever.

Do we have a deal?

You said before that I was testing you.

You said that you barely passed.

The fact that you were
testing me at all,

that's a kind of a failure for me,

that you should feel
you had to test my love for you.

Your love?

Yeah. I can't treat somebody
that I don't love.

I have to find something
in each of my patients that I love.

Otherwise I won't be able to treat them.

I bet you had to search me
with a magnifying glass

to find something to love.

I remember the first day
that you came here

and you were walking
around the office and you...

And you asked me about these boats.
You said to me,

"Are these here
because you don't really sail?"

And I said, "Yeah."

And you said,

"Well, maybe you should make
one of those glass windows

like they have on boats,
so that you can see the world."

Do you remember that?

When you said that...

I think that's when I started to...
To love who you are.

You say it like it's easy.

You're not used to people
saying "I love you"?

My dad.

- He tells you that?
- He doesn't have to.

I was surprised I didn't see him
in the hospital when I visited you.

You just missed him.

What does he do, do you think,

to earn your love?

Why?

Maybe I can steal his secrets
and give them to your mom.

Hilarious.

How do you know he does love you
if he doesn't say it?

I don't need to hear him say it.

Words are bullshit.
Everybody lies.

I feel his love.

And he feels me,
even when I'm far away.

Want to know a secret?

I have to wear glasses all the time.

Most of the time I walk around
half-blind. Do you know why?

- Why?
- 'Cause I prefer it that way.

With my glasses on,
everything is too sharp.

Without them, everyone looks...

Looks like they've got perfect skin.

So my mother must look
like a supermodel to you.

Why are you telling me this?

I think your father looks better
in the distance,

far away,

blurry. But your mother
is right up close,

and she's kind of painfully clear.

I'm really over this conversation.

Before you passed out last week,
you said something about models,

something about a photo shoot
not beginning on time.

I remember that you told me
that your dad was a photographer.

Did your dad work with...
With models?

Why are you picking on him?

My dad is the only person
in this world who really loves me.

Why is that so hard for you
to get your head around?

What are you doing?

I forgot to give you the money
to pay Paul.

- Are you listening through the door?
- Of course not. I was in the car.

I'm not gonna let her
go back to the gym.

That place is killing her.

Who are you to take the risk?
She almost died here

on your sofa,
and you're just

dusting her off
and sending her back.

- No.
- If you don't get away from him,

I'm leaving here
and I'm never coming back.

- I'll go to dad.
- To dad's?

I will.

- Good. Go ahead.
- I will.

Cry a little harder, mom.
That's great.

If I brought home a medal,
you'd probably drown in your own tears.

If you brought home a...

Stop making me look like a monster
in front of the shrink!

Yes.

Yes, I think
that the competition is insane

and you're putting unbelievable stress
on your young body,

but I am so proud
of your accomplishments.

Isn't every mother
proud of their daughter?

Don't ask him! You want to go
to therapy, get your own guy.

Nobody wants you here.
Now get the fuck out!

Not until he tells me
how he can sit there

- and let you go back to...
- Let me?

You think I'm like you?

I'm some sort of child
who needs permission to do anything?

If I want to train, I'll train.

If I want to kill myself,
I'll kill myself.

If I want to fuck Cy
in my hospital room

while you're banging on the door,

then that's what I'll fucking do.

What did you say?

You heard me.

You are not going back to that gym.

Fine. Start looking
for my burial plot.

I'm going back to training next week
for the olympics,

and if you try to stop me,
you will never see me again.

Right, I heard you.
You'll go to your father's.

Only he's in Miami
photographing supermodels,

no one can get ahold of him. He doesn't
even know she was in the hospital.

- Shut up.
- He hasn't called her in over a month.

He doesn't even know what happened.

But of course she'll go to him,
to New York,

to Miami,
to fucking Timbuktu.

He's not here and it's my fault!

It's my fault because I am here.

Maybe I'll leave you alone
for a few months

and then maybe
you can love me just a little.

Yes, just fuck off!

If she came to therapy,
you'd need a tissue plant next door.

Did you have sex
with Cy at the hospital?

No.

You're 16 years of age.
You're a minor,

I've thought long and hard
about bringing legal action

against this guy.

You told me there was
no sexual contact between you and him

after the first time.
Is that true?

Yes.

Nothing else has happened.

- Do you want it to happen again?
- No.

- Should I be worried about you and Cy?
- No!

- Why is my mom so pathetic?
- You know what?

I don't think she is pathetic.
In fact, I think she's pretty strong.

She swallows all the crap
that you give her,

she still comes back for more.
She's making every mistake in the book,

but you know, you punish her
in a million different ways

and she's never given up on you.

I know you don't want to hear this,

but I don't think
you've given up on her either.

We're out of time, aren't we?

Why didn't you tell me that your father
didn't know you tried to kill yourself?

- Why was that such a big secret?
- It's not. I have to go.

What about our agreement?

- Let's talk about it next week.
- No, we won't talk about it next week.

What about our agreement?

I won't try and kill myself
as long as I'm in therapy, all right?

Say it again.

I won't try and kill myself
as long as I'm in therapy.