All language subtitles for Escort Boys (2023) - S1E1

I shouldn't have left you, I know that...

...but I was afraid.

Afraid of my feelings, afraid of yours.

Come on, look at me!

You're not going to sulk for two years.

Here you go, Sir.
Thank you and have a great day!

- OK, Madam?
- Some honey.

Grenade!

Grenade!

Shit! I'm not going to let him beat me.
You're kidding.

Camargue honey.

That will be five euros, please.
Are you local?

I'd prefer it if you turned around,
but I don't care.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

You've got to take your boxers off.

For the screen test?

The director wants to see... understand?

Yes, ride them cowboy.

Come and get it! It's delicious.

Cheap Camargue honey!

Can we discuss the nude scenes?

I shall pray for your father.

To welcome his soul into the kingdom
of the Lord.

Thank you.

- When are you leaving?
- Condolences.

I'm not.

- My heart goes out to you.
- Great man.

I'm looking after you.

- I don't need looking after.
- Condolences.

Zak.

I'm sorry, buddy.

My Ludo.

- Nora's on duty. She wanted to be here.
- Don't worry.

- My condolences, Ben.
- Thank you.

He was like a father to me.

Well, lucky you.

After you left,
he never cared about the farm.

Yup.

I see that.

Without Mathias, honey production
would have stopped.

While you were acting, he was here.

Well, I'm here now.

I'll check the accounts,
and we'll start again.

There's only debt.

- The bailiffs come every week.
- Don't worry.

Charly, we can start over.

We've no cash.

The bank?

That's what they're for.
We renovate the place and do B&B.

A charming getaway, silence, nature.

And the honey?

What about the hives?

They'll have to go.

They don't pay.

We can't live on them.

Trust me on this. You'll see.

It'll work.

I'm telling you, we'll sort it out.
It's something that's planned--

- We have to seize everything.
- We just need a little more time!

Listen, Sir, I have seven injunctions
against your late father.

So, what do we do? Mmm?

OK. So please tell me, what should
I do then, Mr Bailiff?

Refuse the inheritance.
We seize the farm, and you start again.

No, that's not possible.

It's not possible. It's always been
in the family.

Well, listen Mr Belfort,
it's still just a farm.

- Ben...
- I have to go.

I think they're going to cut off
the water.

Fuck!

Come on. It's so fucking simple.

It's so fucking... fuck.

- Shit.
- Leave it. I'll do it.

Forget it, it's wet.

- Maybe we should talk.
- Really?

About how my Dad put you in his will?

I never asked him to.
I was just here, that's all.

I'm not here to take your place.

- And your father had a lot of reasons--
- Alright, it's OK!

It's good you came back for Charly.

- It's not easy for her.
- Don't worry about us.

Above all, don't worry about my sis.
I'm here, and I'm in charge.

Fuck!

They sting, huh?

- Alright?
- Go ahead.

- That's it.
- Yes. You should do a plumbing course.

You're joking.

I want to make money.

Of course.

Whereas we're happy earning peanuts.

- What about you?
- This is temporary.

You've been looking
for a training course for three years.

- Getting up early for 500 a month?
- Hey, Ben!

Can you explain to him
the concept of a training course?

I want to enjoy life and get paid.

I agree, but there's no rush,
you're only 28.

- Is the water on?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

You need a fuck more than I need a job.

- Why do you say that?
- Why does he say that?

Why do you say that?

- You got problems with Nora?
- I have no problems with Nora!

It's been seven years, though.
That's a turning point.

- Seven years.
- It's true, but...

...I don't know, maybe I love her
too much.

Maybe it's suffocating her.

Really? Why do you say that?

Because sometimes she says:
"Ludo, you're suffocating me".

- Ah, right. That may be a clue.
- Why?

Couples aren't always perfect.
You have ups and downs.

It's not like rom-coms,
where they're passionate all the time.

Are you giving him advice
on relationships?

You? Seriously? That's a first.

Yeah. I'm not coming to you
for advice on that subject, brother.

Have you seen her?

- Not me.
- Only on Instagram.

Yes.

She's blocked me everywhere.

- She's not great on it.
- No, she's not.

You're not missing anything.

Anyway, this hotel idea is cool.

Yeah, go for it. Bravo!

Really.

So if it works, are you with me?

- Seriously?
- What? Go on?

Hmm... partners?

- Now you're talking.
- Amazing! Partners.

- Totally.
- For sure.

- No.
- Not that.

- Whoa!
- No.

- Come on.
- It's not going to happen.

- Hey, guys!
- No chance.

Oh!

What's up, morons?

We're good.

How was school?

You're mad.

- Don't talk to me like that.
- Did you come back to be an arsehole?

OK now, you're going to clean up
your language!

- Did you hear what she said?
- Hi, love?

- Why don't you ever remember anything?
- I haven't forgotten.

- I'm with friends talking business.
- I keep telling you.

- Talking business, my arse.
- Huh?

- Get back here now!
- It's alright. I'll be right home. Bye.

No, I didn't forget. I'm on the bike!

Pussy-whipped, and he's not getting any.

You know?

Belfort Farm, hello?

Yes, hello.

- Yes?
- A friend gave me your number.

This is the first time--

Yes, no problem.

So, do you want to come
and view our products?

Ah, well I was told that you also
come to us.

Hello?

Hello?

Yeah, we can totally do that, absolutely,
at your service.

OK, and...

...you could get here around
eight tonight?

Yes.

Hang on, sorry, did you say eight tonight?

So, what I was saying...

it's Mylene, right?

I'd rather you stuck with "Madam".

OK, well

...what I was saying, Madam,

is that honeys have different flavours,

depending on the...

positioning of the hives.

- This, for example, is a--
- You're not making this easy.

- Right.
- I don't know what to do...

...and you're not helping me.

OK, sorry.

Well, I think it is best to taste it.
Do you agree?

It's better when you actually...

This works like a finger,

but it's better because you get...

...more...

aroma.

This one has a more rounded flavour...

...less acidic.

That's obviously sweeter,
because it's lavender.

I can't go on because something
seems to be happening here.

Not sure if it's me,

or if there is something
I don't understand, or...

well, so I don't want you
to interpret what I do as an assault,

as it's a work situation.

Can you please get on with it?

Ah, Madam!

That was so good.

Thank you.

I needed that so much.

- Excuse me?
- Mmm.

- Are you going to sleep?
- Mmm.

- Is that normal?
- When you're tired, yes.

- Hello?
- Did I wake you?

- Who's this?
- It's Mrs Chouli.

No, not at all Mrs Chouli.

Mr Belfort, we had an appointment
and there's no one at home.

Yes, in fact, I had noted Wednesday.

But don't move, I can...

- ...I can come right away.
- No!

I've waited long enough. No.

I need to see you quickly to discuss
the placement of your sister, Charlotte.

- I'll be back next Tuesday, at four p.m.
- No, I'm coming.

- Be there!
- I'm coming now.

- No.
- Yes?

I'll be back next Tuesday at four p.m.
Be there!

Mylene?

Mimi?

Madam?

Turn off the extractor.

Yeah, in two minutes.

You know, I was sure you'd screw us over.

Well, come on out with it.

You fuck our customers for money?

They're not honey customers.
It's separate.

Oh well, that's fine.

Sorry for disturbing you. Keep scraping.

Do you realise what the hell you're doing
in my house?

I could be arrested for being a pimp.

Oh, come on, it's OK. Relax.

You want me to relax?

Mathias, they're calling on the landline.

"Oh, hello, am I through to the organic
honey and shagging farm"?

You know how much I earn here?

So, is this how you solve money problems?

By becoming a whore?

Fuck man. Have you no shame?

I never abandoned my family.

It's my body. I'll do what I want.

Ah, the model son.

Dad would be mortified.

Cut that out. He set me up in the cabin.

He couldn't even pay me anymore.

We tried to save the farm
as you messed around in Paris.

Get out, Mathias. You're fired.

Fired from what? The business has failed.

It's my home, too.

Get out.

Do you want to be the boss?

OK, manage by yourself? Arsehole.

Ben?

Ben, are you there?

- There you are. Where were you?
- Did you know?

Know what?

That Mathias was selling his body
in the cabin?

Oh, fuck. Yes.

Why?

OK.

OK, did Dad know?

He called it over time.

- Overtime?
- Mmm.

I don't believe this?

Is it just me who's shocked
by what's going on here?

Well, probably yes.

In life, you have to know your assets.
Do you know what I mean?

And Mathias...
well, you only have to look at him.

Charly, look, we're talking
about being a prostitute.

Do you think people selling products
they don't believe in, aren't prostitutes?

What are you talking about?

- That's not the point!
- That's exactly the point.

Look at all the porn sites, sex clubs,
and dating apps.

People don't talk anymore.

Their choice is purely physical.

So OK, there's money circulating.

Look, we're in a capitalist world,
it's not my fault.

And honestly, deep down,

I think that...

well, with an escort, it's more sincere...

more honest.

You know why you're there.

Belfort Farm, hello?

Hello, Catherine Vogel. Is Mathias there?

Not anymore.

- And you are?
- I'm Benjamin Belfort,

the owner of the farm.

We make great honey.
Is that what you want?

I'm looking for quality, yes...
and I think you'll be able to help me.

I'm listening.

I'm having a party for my daughter
tomorrow night,

and I'd ideally like some bees
to do their thing.

I think Mathias would be perfect.

Sorry, we don't do that anymore.

That's a shame.
I was going to be generous.

No problem, thank you.

I've sent you an email. Let me know soon.

- You didn't understand what I said.
- I understood it all.

No--

She gave you 300 euros? Fuck.

And I thought there was
some chemistry between us.

A dream. Get laid and get paid.

But I'm not a whore.

I never sussed what Mathias was up to.

Well, he doesn't have "gigolo"
tattooed on his face.

Cool guy, man.

A woman's offered me 2,000
to dance at her party.

- What? 2,000 Euros?
- What? Two grand?

- You said yes?
- Well, no.

Two grand! Call her back, bro.

- Two thousand, bro.
- Are you serious?

You'd dance like a Chippendale
and show your arse?

- Yeah.
- If it's just dancing, yes!

- For two grand, I'd show my dick.
- No. Just to dance.

Wait a minute, two grand.
What do you mean, man?

- Nora will love you forever, bro.
- Are you completely soft?

No, because we're in the shit.

- Call her now.
- Call her back.

- Call her back.
- Hey, bro, call her back.

- Two grand, man.
- Wait a minute.

- Call her back.
- No, wait!

I've been calling you for two hours!

Why didn't you answer? Don't touch that!

- They're taking everything away!
- What?

I managed to save Dad's room.

Fuck!

- They'll put me in a home.
- No, don't say that.

Don't say that, OK. I'll sort it.

By doing what?

And five, six, seven, eight.

OK. Listen carefully to the music.

Wait, look at each other,
you've got to be in sync!

It's not my fault I'm out of sync.
I've got no rhythm.

Yes, but it still has to look easy
and a bit sexy.

It's easier said than done.

- Can we start from the top?
- Yes.

OK, let's concentrate.
So, we go on the four, right?

Yes, that's right, so once more.
Three, four, and...

Do I have to take my shirt off as well?

Oh, fuck.

Do as I do. Imagine a crowd
of babes lusting after your body.

- Is that what you think of?
- Always.

You can do that if you want
but it needs to be all together.

Five, six, seven, eight.

Ludo, what's the problem? Tell me.

- Why is Charly here?
- Why is that a problem?

Because what we're doing...

Can we do something like this
with the T-shirt?

...well, you're too young.

All this maturity is blowing my mind.

Please, Ludo, can you just dance?

Is this too vulgar?

Ben! Back to your place please,
from the top.

We're not doing that. Forget it.

Are you ready? Deep breath, Ludo.

Five, six, seven, eight!

There, Ludo. Breathe.
Relax, you're a gazelle!

What the fuck?

What are you doing?

Just stop it, will you?

- You want to steal my customers?
- Stop it!

Stop it, you idiot!

Get off him, Mathias!

- For God's sake, just stop
- Stop it, guys.

- Stop it!
- Get the fuck off me!

For God's sake, stop!

Here.

Ah.

Guys, fighting isn't going
to get us there.

Mathias, this really concerns you too,
can you join us, please?

They're my clients.

Come on. It makes no difference.

Go with them and get new customers.

Go do your whoring yourself,
you fucking prick.

- I don't believe it.
- What?

- Got a problem?
- No, stop right there!

- Enough, guys.
- Fuck's sake.

- That's it, it's over.
- No man, it's not over.

- We're counting on the money.
- Seriously.

Can't you see we have no choice?

There's two grand to be made.
We've got nothing.

That was my livelihood, Charly.

- You're not the only one with a dick.
- What?

- Shut your mouth.
- For God's sake. Don't start again!

You're behaving like babies!
Can't I trust you?

OK!

Let's make a deal.

Mathias

...you go with them,

and for the evening, you get
a bigger share.

You're not getting involved
with this, Charly.

- Take a bigger share for dancing,
- I work alone.

and in the evening,
you can also turn tricks.

Why can't we?

OK with everyone?

OK, thank you.

Here are business cards.

- What for?
- For any extra orders.

- Is that your number?
- Yes. I'll be the coordinator.

Charly, you're seventeen.
Can you get any lower?

But I'm the only one with ideas.

What have you done?

Just strut your stuff at the party
and leave the rest to me.

No. Your job is passing your exams,
full stop!

I'm an A-plus student.
Get off my fucking back!

Hey Charly, language! OK?

An A-plus student!

- We can trust her.
- With Mrs Foulon, too. She's so tough.

If my marks dip, I'll stop. I promise.

Please, let me do it.

There's no choice, we're broke.

It's up to you now.

This is crazy.

Hey! Your place rocks. So cool.

- It's a very beautiful house, Catherine.
- Too big.

Eight bedrooms, eight times the problems.

Whereas one bedroom
means fewer worries.

I never thought that.

- Hmm... coming?
- Yes.

Wow!

- Alright?
- Zak, it's this way.

No, don't touch, please!

That's for changing, and then...

the three bedrooms are for,
um... you know?

- I don't know?
- what?

A room each to change in. That's cool.

- I'm here to dance, man.
- Don't worry.

- Oh no. What are you doing here?
- Mum, who is it? Is that "the surprise"?

Ta-da!

- Seriously? My surprise is Go-Go dancers?
- Yes.

Yes? Women have fought for years
not to be treated like things

and now you bring me gigolos
from the farm?

Well, we could always go.

- Yes. Piss right off!
- Absolutely not!

Your business will really save us.

Save us from what? From paying?
From what exactly?

Men are afraid to hit on you in case
it's seen as harassment.

- Mmm.
- At least that's clear!

Now, it's men who're afraid! About time.

Because young women today

dream of Prince Charming
but for equality, you castrate them.

After many years of inequality,
it's logical.

You have to find the right balance.

Movements start out extreme,
then become calmer.

Meanwhile, you're a good option.

And yeah, no problem with consent.
No anger if there's no call the next day.

Uh, but that's a really great solution.
You pay for guys.

- That's great.
- Bingo.

A fee-based lovemaking service.

It's about time women had
the freedom to enjoy it.

- Women do what they want, right?
- Absolutely, darling.

Of course, you're always free
to marry your college sweetheart.

Your kind mother, tonight,
is offering you the opportunity

to find out if you're mistaken or not.

And if I were you,

I'd choose him.

No obligation, of course.

That's for sure.

Coralie!

Well, I hope you'll get her
to relax somewhat.

- Yes.
- Yes. We'll try, Catherine.

- Coralie... just listen.
- I can't relax anyone.

- I'm just here to dance.
- That's fine.

- They do what they want. We'll dance.
- I'm on for anything.

No way! There's no DJ.

- Excuse me, please.
- Beautiful eyes.

- Zak!
- Beautiful.

- What are you doing?
- I'm working.

- With the waitress?
- Yeah.

Don't be an idiot.
You're here to seduce the guests.

- OK, yes.
- Let's go.

Right, wait a minute. Can I get laid?

For God's sake.

Do what you want
but you're here to be chosen.

OK, what do I charge?

I don't know, ask Mathias.

- Have you seen Ludo?
- Huh?

Your daughter's a very lucky girl.

You're an incredible woman.

Don't worry, you won't be doing this
all your life.

Are you ashamed?

Is it obvious?

Mmm.

You know, there's not much difference
between a prostitute and a woman like me.

I live off a very rich
and very possessive husband.

I always have to look perfect.

I smile with a handbag
full of credit cards that aren't mine,

because I've never worked.

We're not that different from each other.

Mmm... we're always someone's whore.

Understood.

There's a lot of cameras.

Everywhere.

I don't understand.

A woman like you...

...putting up with that.

You could just leave?

I'm not brave enough.

I think you're wonderful.

Thank you.

I hope you won't be the last to tell me.

Well, it's time you got dancing because
I'm paying you a lot for that.

Your husband is.

You still have to do it.

Fuck, what are you doing? Fuck this.

Go for it, Mathias!

No, but I swear...

...this guy is the spit of your husband.

- What?
- You've got to see this. It's amazing.

Maybe it is him.

Yes, it's amazing.