Confidences trop intimes

- It's a beginning.
- See you on Thursday.

Good morning, Mrs. Mulon.
Jeanne, good morning!
I thought she wasn't coming
to see you anymore.

Even now that she knows
you aren't a psychiatrist...

- Oh, I understand.
- No, you don't...

She only speaks to me about her husband,
a vicious man who makes her suffer.
- She only has to leave him.
- It's not so simple,

he dominates her and she is afraid of him.
Luckily, she met you.
- You will save her...
- Hm hmmm.

I can't believe that!
You said "hmmm" like a psychiatrist.
And how do you know that
psychiatrists say "hmmm"?

Because I've been in analysis for six months.
You too? But why?
- I'm elaborating my mourning.
- Mourning? Has anyone died?

I'm elaborating the mourning of our story.
So? How about the sofa?
The small one,
I have come for it...

I'm glad you're taking it away,
it's useless.

- It'll suit your place much better.
- It is nice, isn't it?

Hold on, take away this too.
You have always said
that you liked it so much...

- Are you sure that you won't miss it?
- No. Leave it to me, Mrs. Mulon...

- Thanks.
- My pleasure.