In Treatment (2008–2010): Season 2, Episode 12 - April: Week Three - full transcript
April's memories of a childhood near-tragedy underscore her lifelong independence issues.
It's April.
Can I come in a little early today?
I've been up all night trying
to finish my final project
and I just don't think
I'll make it to noon.
Sure.
Can you just...
Just hold on for a moment
while I get my book.
No, it's no big deal.
I'll just see you next week.
It's okay.
When did you want to come in?
How about now?
It's no problem.
I'll see you in a bit then, okay?
Thanks for seeing me.
I was on my way to school
to turn this in and...
I don't know why I did it,
but I came here instead.
This is...
The big project you mentioned?
Would you mind
if I had a look at it?
No, go ahead
if you're interested in shit.
That's really cool.
It's supposed to be
a World Trade Center memorial...
Of course.
What do you mean "of course"?
Because god forbid
any architecture student
in the country
gets another assignment ever again.
I'm sorry.
I'm an asshole.
- Don't listen to me.
- No, I think it's just...
I think it's beautiful.
It's really...
Exquisitely done.
Very beautiful.
I'm so tired.
You haven't been sleeping this week?
No, not at all.
Between my anxiety and my lymphoma
there's just never a good time.
That was supposed to be a joke.
- Was it funny?
- I don't think so.
Neither do i.
Can I just... Do you mind?
I tried so hard to sleep last night.
It was 2:00 a.m.,
I was out of ideas
so I put it in the box.
I changed my sheets, I...
lit candles, put on music.
It sounds like I was trying
to seduce myself.
So did you eventually fall asleep?
I couldn't.
My heart was racing
and it felt like...
{\I don't know. }It felt like it wasn't blood running
through my veins, {\it was }something else...
Fire, poison.
I just... I wanted to...
open myself up
and get it all out somehow.
Slit my wrists
or take off my own head.
I would never.
Don't worry.
I'm just trying to describe
how it felt.
It sounds like a terrible night.
I can't have another one like that.
I will lose my mind.
When you said that the poison
was running through your veins,
Can I tell you what I thought of
immediately?
- Chemo.
- Cancer.
- Same thing.
- No, it isn't.
You can choose not to have chemo.
Touch?.
I had this thought last night...
I just kept thinking it
over and over.
It used to happen to me a lot
when I was a kid.
The summer before I went to high school,
I got this song stuck in my head
and I couldn't get it out.
I really thought I was going insane.
What do you think it would feel like
to go insane?
Like falling...
Into nothing.
Can we not talk about
losing my mind?
Would you like to tell me about
the thought that you had last night,
the one that you couldn't get
out of your head?
I wanted to go home.
I really wished I could go home.
And then I thought,
"You can't go home.
Your home is so long ago
and so far away."
And then I just kept thinking,
"Your home is so long ago
and so far away.
Your home is so long ago
and so far away."
And this home that you're...
that you're thinking about,
where is it?
Or was it?
Can I tell you in a moment?
I mean...
Can I just... I just need to
close my eyes for a second.
I'm so tired.
What time is it?
- 8:00.
- Really? Already?
It's...
7:59 actually.
Perfect.
Could you... Could you wake me
at 8:00, would you mind?
Sure.
April, wake up.
Wake up, April.
Wake up
What time is it?
It's 8:00.
Good.
It's over.
This project was due yesterday
but my professor said
we had until 8:00 in the morning
to turn it in.
It was hideous.
It looks better now.
Why do you say that?
It didn't work at all.
The dimensions were all off.
I relied too much on negative space.
It was just sitting there.
I couldn't make it soar.
I have to tell you, it's...
it's very hard to see you
destroy your own work.
I did
I did fall asleep last night.
I just rembered a dream I had.
I was on top of the model,
but it was life-size, and I fell.
Do you ever get those?
Falling dreams?
Sure.
I get those all the time.
And how do you feel
when you wake up?
I don't know.
My heart is pounding,
and I feel like...
I don't even know
how to describe it.
It's a kind of joy.
So, different from falling
into nothing?
So falling is something
that you're afraid of
and yet you're attracted to it
at the same time.
What does that mean?
When you're awake,
you work so hard to keep everybody
and everything under your control,
so in your dreams,
it makes sense
that you find yourself finally falling,
releasing everything,
letting everything go,
because it's a kind
of fantasy for you.
Why are you telling me that?
Is that supposed to help me?
It'll only help you if it rings true.
If it doesn't...
But it's in my head now.
You put it in my head.
Now I have to think about it.
- Like that thought you had last night.
- What?
You started thinking about something,
you can't stop.
Your thoughts become obsessive.
Don't say that. You...
You have no idea
what you're talking about.
Have you ever been
on a subway car that breaks dow
and there's some guy...
some shy-looking kid who starts
repeating something to himself
over and over,
like, "7:15, 59th and Lex.
7:15, 59th and Lex,"
over and over, louder and louder
until just saying the words
isn't enough
and he starts hitting himself
and thrashing around
and finally has to be subdued
and tranquilized?
That is what it means
to have obsessive thoughts.
I just like thinking things through.
You're talking about your brother.
I've noticed that you're constantly
trying to feel what he feels.
Well, he can't describe
how he feels, so...
he needs someone
to interpret it for him.
Your empathy is...
It's admirable, April.
But it can be really draining
trying to feel everyone else's feelings
as well as your own.
Maybe...
instead of your own.
I don't... I'm sorry
for losing my temper.
You don't have to apologize to me.
I did fall out of a building once.
- When?
- We were on vacation in Miami.
I was only 10.
My mother is obsessed with Cuba...
Cuban music,
Cuban food, Cuban culture.
Anyway, we were down there
without my brother.
We left him...
For the first time ever, I think...
with my grandparents,
just me and my folks.
I remember this one night
there was a band
playing Cuban music down below
and my parents started to dance
right there in the hotel room.
I went over to the window
so that I could watch them dance
and feel the...
The breeze from the ocean
on my back at the same time.
Somehow...
I don't even know how it happened...
I fell out the window.
I must've just leaned back
and fallen.
I landed on the...
What's the word? The awning
one floor below. I mean, I was fine.
I just laid there for a second,
I looked up at the window
and then I slid off
and landed on the sidewalk.
Do you remember feeling frightened?
I remember
as soon as my feet hit the sidewalk
I started to bawl.
Then I walked back into the hotel
and I rode the elevator up.
I looked in the mirror
and I made myself stop crying.
So you could stop crying,
just like that?
I just looked at myself
and I said, "April
"you have to stop,"
and I did.
I can still do that.
When I walked back into the room,
my mother...
Had her head on my dad's shoulder.
They were still dancing.
They hadn't noticed you were gone?
Why did you have to stop crying?
- What?
- {\*I mean, y}You were 10 years of age,
you had fallen out the window.
Why couldn't you cry to your mother?
She was so happy.
The way she held my father
in that room,
the way they swayed,
my mother closed her eyes
as they swayed.
My mother never closes her eyes.
Why not?
She can't take them off Daniel.
I'm not an empathetic person.
I'm really not.
You asked me
where home was for me.
It was there,
in Miami.
That's the place
I want to go back to...
that room with my parents.
- Without Daniel.
- Right.
Did you ever read that book
"On the beach"?
It's about the nuclear holocaust
and these people
are waiting for the radiation
to reach Australia,
but they're happy.
They fall in love.
They buy benches for their gardens.
They don't think about the future.
I was reading that
while we were down there.
You were reading that book
at age 10?
I used to be precocious.
And that's what I had hoped
would happen...
a nuclear war would destroy
everything else in the world,
and we could just stay on the beach.
We couldn't stay.
We had to get back.
Daniel had stopped eating,
gone back to hitting himself.
My grandparents called in a panic.
My mother went to the airport
and got the next flight home.
My dad and I drove back that night.
Daniel wouldn't even look at us.
He couldn't speak.
It was like
we had set him back three years.
My mother never forgave herself
for that trip.
You are an empathic person...
the way you talk about your brother,
the compassion you feel for him.
But you can be an empathic person
and still feel contradictory emotions,
still feel anger, still feel...
jealousy.
Why would I be jealous of Daniel?
Maybe because your mother
never closes her eyes to him.
Daniel was allowed to show your parents
how he was feeling.
When he got upset, hurt or scared,
they knew it,
whereas you had to be perfect.
You fell out a window
- and your mother had no idea.
- You can't blame her for that.
Jesus,
don't talk about her like that.
- How am I talking about her?
- As if she was a bad mother.
She's a great mother.
She gave me my confidence,
told me how smart I was.
She made me feel
like I could do anything.
{\*But m}Maybe as a child, you took that to mean
that you shouldn't depend on her,
that you should take care of it
all on your own.
- I'm not going to do this.
- What{\ are you not going to do}?
Slam my mother.
She may not have been perfect,
but she did her best.
She could have been
a professional ballerina.
She trained at Juilliard,
but she gave all of that up
so that Daniel could have
some semblance of a normal life...
- I understand that.
- ... that he could
not feel like such a freak.
So don't sit there and tell me
she made all these mistakes.
She didn't have a choice.
I'm not attacking your mother.
I'm just trying to understand
why you can't tell her that you're sick.
Well, how much more can she take?
It's not your fault
that she had to deal with Daniel.
Lately Daniel
has been doing so much better.
She finally has some time
on her hands.
He's living in this group situation,
he's got a job
at the library stacking books,
and she has started
to teach a dance class for little kids.
I went to meet her there.
She is having such a great time.
I am not gonna take that away from her.
- You think being sick will do that?
- She would stop teaching the class.
She'd think she has to drop everything
to take care of me.
Maybe that's okay if she does.
She should stop teaching for a while
to help take care of you{\* for a little bit}.
She is finally getting the chance
to live a little.
I respect your wanting
to protect your mother,
but I think at a deeper level
you're also trying to protect
yourself
from seeing your mother's fear for you,
from feeling how much danger you're in.
You say that you want
to protect her,
but surely you know that
if you were to die, if you were to die,
she would never... and I know this.
I can tell you this as a father...
if that happened to me,
I would never ever recover.
Listen to me.
You have to begin chemo immediately.
The reason you haven't is because
you're scared to go through it alone.
Is there anyone
you can imagine yourself telling?
Anyone who you would want
to be there with you?
- I can't.
- You can.
It's too horrible.
What am I supposed to say?
How am I supposed to tell her
- that her daughter...
- You mean you.
You.
That I have cancer?
No, I can't.
It's too horrible.
Horrible as it is,
not telling her is more horrible.
When you say it, it makes sense...
just pick up the phone and tell her.
But I know that once I leave here,
I won't be able to.
Call her from here then.
Now?
Go ahead.
She'll just be leaving for work.
Can I use your phone again?
Of course.
I presume you want the room again?
Thank you.
How'd it go?
She was in the car.
She wanted to call me back...
It's illegal to talk and drive
at the same time.
With my dad in the army,
she follows the law.
You can stay here for 10 minutes
and call her back.
No, I'm so tired.
I'm gonna take a nap
and call her when I get up.
Will you call me
after you've spoken to her?
Can I come in a little early today?
I've been up all night trying
to finish my final project
and I just don't think
I'll make it to noon.
Sure.
Can you just...
Just hold on for a moment
while I get my book.
No, it's no big deal.
I'll just see you next week.
It's okay.
When did you want to come in?
How about now?
It's no problem.
I'll see you in a bit then, okay?
Thanks for seeing me.
I was on my way to school
to turn this in and...
I don't know why I did it,
but I came here instead.
This is...
The big project you mentioned?
Would you mind
if I had a look at it?
No, go ahead
if you're interested in shit.
That's really cool.
It's supposed to be
a World Trade Center memorial...
Of course.
What do you mean "of course"?
Because god forbid
any architecture student
in the country
gets another assignment ever again.
I'm sorry.
I'm an asshole.
- Don't listen to me.
- No, I think it's just...
I think it's beautiful.
It's really...
Exquisitely done.
Very beautiful.
I'm so tired.
You haven't been sleeping this week?
No, not at all.
Between my anxiety and my lymphoma
there's just never a good time.
That was supposed to be a joke.
- Was it funny?
- I don't think so.
Neither do i.
Can I just... Do you mind?
I tried so hard to sleep last night.
It was 2:00 a.m.,
I was out of ideas
so I put it in the box.
I changed my sheets, I...
lit candles, put on music.
It sounds like I was trying
to seduce myself.
So did you eventually fall asleep?
I couldn't.
My heart was racing
and it felt like...
{\I don't know. }It felt like it wasn't blood running
through my veins, {\it was }something else...
Fire, poison.
I just... I wanted to...
open myself up
and get it all out somehow.
Slit my wrists
or take off my own head.
I would never.
Don't worry.
I'm just trying to describe
how it felt.
It sounds like a terrible night.
I can't have another one like that.
I will lose my mind.
When you said that the poison
was running through your veins,
Can I tell you what I thought of
immediately?
- Chemo.
- Cancer.
- Same thing.
- No, it isn't.
You can choose not to have chemo.
Touch?.
I had this thought last night...
I just kept thinking it
over and over.
It used to happen to me a lot
when I was a kid.
The summer before I went to high school,
I got this song stuck in my head
and I couldn't get it out.
I really thought I was going insane.
What do you think it would feel like
to go insane?
Like falling...
Into nothing.
Can we not talk about
losing my mind?
Would you like to tell me about
the thought that you had last night,
the one that you couldn't get
out of your head?
I wanted to go home.
I really wished I could go home.
And then I thought,
"You can't go home.
Your home is so long ago
and so far away."
And then I just kept thinking,
"Your home is so long ago
and so far away.
Your home is so long ago
and so far away."
And this home that you're...
that you're thinking about,
where is it?
Or was it?
Can I tell you in a moment?
I mean...
Can I just... I just need to
close my eyes for a second.
I'm so tired.
What time is it?
- 8:00.
- Really? Already?
It's...
7:59 actually.
Perfect.
Could you... Could you wake me
at 8:00, would you mind?
Sure.
April, wake up.
Wake up, April.
Wake up
What time is it?
It's 8:00.
Good.
It's over.
This project was due yesterday
but my professor said
we had until 8:00 in the morning
to turn it in.
It was hideous.
It looks better now.
Why do you say that?
It didn't work at all.
The dimensions were all off.
I relied too much on negative space.
It was just sitting there.
I couldn't make it soar.
I have to tell you, it's...
it's very hard to see you
destroy your own work.
I did
I did fall asleep last night.
I just rembered a dream I had.
I was on top of the model,
but it was life-size, and I fell.
Do you ever get those?
Falling dreams?
Sure.
I get those all the time.
And how do you feel
when you wake up?
I don't know.
My heart is pounding,
and I feel like...
I don't even know
how to describe it.
It's a kind of joy.
So, different from falling
into nothing?
So falling is something
that you're afraid of
and yet you're attracted to it
at the same time.
What does that mean?
When you're awake,
you work so hard to keep everybody
and everything under your control,
so in your dreams,
it makes sense
that you find yourself finally falling,
releasing everything,
letting everything go,
because it's a kind
of fantasy for you.
Why are you telling me that?
Is that supposed to help me?
It'll only help you if it rings true.
If it doesn't...
But it's in my head now.
You put it in my head.
Now I have to think about it.
- Like that thought you had last night.
- What?
You started thinking about something,
you can't stop.
Your thoughts become obsessive.
Don't say that. You...
You have no idea
what you're talking about.
Have you ever been
on a subway car that breaks dow
and there's some guy...
some shy-looking kid who starts
repeating something to himself
over and over,
like, "7:15, 59th and Lex.
7:15, 59th and Lex,"
over and over, louder and louder
until just saying the words
isn't enough
and he starts hitting himself
and thrashing around
and finally has to be subdued
and tranquilized?
That is what it means
to have obsessive thoughts.
I just like thinking things through.
You're talking about your brother.
I've noticed that you're constantly
trying to feel what he feels.
Well, he can't describe
how he feels, so...
he needs someone
to interpret it for him.
Your empathy is...
It's admirable, April.
But it can be really draining
trying to feel everyone else's feelings
as well as your own.
Maybe...
instead of your own.
I don't... I'm sorry
for losing my temper.
You don't have to apologize to me.
I did fall out of a building once.
- When?
- We were on vacation in Miami.
I was only 10.
My mother is obsessed with Cuba...
Cuban music,
Cuban food, Cuban culture.
Anyway, we were down there
without my brother.
We left him...
For the first time ever, I think...
with my grandparents,
just me and my folks.
I remember this one night
there was a band
playing Cuban music down below
and my parents started to dance
right there in the hotel room.
I went over to the window
so that I could watch them dance
and feel the...
The breeze from the ocean
on my back at the same time.
Somehow...
I don't even know how it happened...
I fell out the window.
I must've just leaned back
and fallen.
I landed on the...
What's the word? The awning
one floor below. I mean, I was fine.
I just laid there for a second,
I looked up at the window
and then I slid off
and landed on the sidewalk.
Do you remember feeling frightened?
I remember
as soon as my feet hit the sidewalk
I started to bawl.
Then I walked back into the hotel
and I rode the elevator up.
I looked in the mirror
and I made myself stop crying.
So you could stop crying,
just like that?
I just looked at myself
and I said, "April
"you have to stop,"
and I did.
I can still do that.
When I walked back into the room,
my mother...
Had her head on my dad's shoulder.
They were still dancing.
They hadn't noticed you were gone?
Why did you have to stop crying?
- What?
- {\*I mean, y}You were 10 years of age,
you had fallen out the window.
Why couldn't you cry to your mother?
She was so happy.
The way she held my father
in that room,
the way they swayed,
my mother closed her eyes
as they swayed.
My mother never closes her eyes.
Why not?
She can't take them off Daniel.
I'm not an empathetic person.
I'm really not.
You asked me
where home was for me.
It was there,
in Miami.
That's the place
I want to go back to...
that room with my parents.
- Without Daniel.
- Right.
Did you ever read that book
"On the beach"?
It's about the nuclear holocaust
and these people
are waiting for the radiation
to reach Australia,
but they're happy.
They fall in love.
They buy benches for their gardens.
They don't think about the future.
I was reading that
while we were down there.
You were reading that book
at age 10?
I used to be precocious.
And that's what I had hoped
would happen...
a nuclear war would destroy
everything else in the world,
and we could just stay on the beach.
We couldn't stay.
We had to get back.
Daniel had stopped eating,
gone back to hitting himself.
My grandparents called in a panic.
My mother went to the airport
and got the next flight home.
My dad and I drove back that night.
Daniel wouldn't even look at us.
He couldn't speak.
It was like
we had set him back three years.
My mother never forgave herself
for that trip.
You are an empathic person...
the way you talk about your brother,
the compassion you feel for him.
But you can be an empathic person
and still feel contradictory emotions,
still feel anger, still feel...
jealousy.
Why would I be jealous of Daniel?
Maybe because your mother
never closes her eyes to him.
Daniel was allowed to show your parents
how he was feeling.
When he got upset, hurt or scared,
they knew it,
whereas you had to be perfect.
You fell out a window
- and your mother had no idea.
- You can't blame her for that.
Jesus,
don't talk about her like that.
- How am I talking about her?
- As if she was a bad mother.
She's a great mother.
She gave me my confidence,
told me how smart I was.
She made me feel
like I could do anything.
{\*But m}Maybe as a child, you took that to mean
that you shouldn't depend on her,
that you should take care of it
all on your own.
- I'm not going to do this.
- What{\ are you not going to do}?
Slam my mother.
She may not have been perfect,
but she did her best.
She could have been
a professional ballerina.
She trained at Juilliard,
but she gave all of that up
so that Daniel could have
some semblance of a normal life...
- I understand that.
- ... that he could
not feel like such a freak.
So don't sit there and tell me
she made all these mistakes.
She didn't have a choice.
I'm not attacking your mother.
I'm just trying to understand
why you can't tell her that you're sick.
Well, how much more can she take?
It's not your fault
that she had to deal with Daniel.
Lately Daniel
has been doing so much better.
She finally has some time
on her hands.
He's living in this group situation,
he's got a job
at the library stacking books,
and she has started
to teach a dance class for little kids.
I went to meet her there.
She is having such a great time.
I am not gonna take that away from her.
- You think being sick will do that?
- She would stop teaching the class.
She'd think she has to drop everything
to take care of me.
Maybe that's okay if she does.
She should stop teaching for a while
to help take care of you{\* for a little bit}.
She is finally getting the chance
to live a little.
I respect your wanting
to protect your mother,
but I think at a deeper level
you're also trying to protect
yourself
from seeing your mother's fear for you,
from feeling how much danger you're in.
You say that you want
to protect her,
but surely you know that
if you were to die, if you were to die,
she would never... and I know this.
I can tell you this as a father...
if that happened to me,
I would never ever recover.
Listen to me.
You have to begin chemo immediately.
The reason you haven't is because
you're scared to go through it alone.
Is there anyone
you can imagine yourself telling?
Anyone who you would want
to be there with you?
- I can't.
- You can.
It's too horrible.
What am I supposed to say?
How am I supposed to tell her
- that her daughter...
- You mean you.
You.
That I have cancer?
No, I can't.
It's too horrible.
Horrible as it is,
not telling her is more horrible.
When you say it, it makes sense...
just pick up the phone and tell her.
But I know that once I leave here,
I won't be able to.
Call her from here then.
Now?
Go ahead.
She'll just be leaving for work.
Can I use your phone again?
Of course.
I presume you want the room again?
Thank you.
How'd it go?
She was in the car.
She wanted to call me back...
It's illegal to talk and drive
at the same time.
With my dad in the army,
she follows the law.
You can stay here for 10 minutes
and call her back.
No, I'm so tired.
I'm gonna take a nap
and call her when I get up.
Will you call me
after you've spoken to her?