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I don't want to see you again after that shit.

He just did me a favour, OK? I needed him, that's all.

You needed my husband naked?

Hey, we got paid, OK?

Shut the fucking gate!

We were paid to dance. We need money.

That's really no reason to bare your arse to everyone.

I needed a group of guys, and Ludo's like a brother to me.

He came and earned 500 euros for you.

Here.

Getting humiliated by desperate bitches in heat.

- It's for the money, not for the women. - Shoes.

So, stroking yourselves onstage wasn't for the ladies?

Stop it!

You know me, I'll screw anything, but this is different; it's work.

It's acting, and we earned a lot of money.

- There you go. For you. - Did you get laid?

No, Ludo just danced.

In any case, it's acting, it's a role. OK?

- OK. - There.

Show me your acting, then.

What do you mean?

Well, I don't know. Do your thing. Dance.

No. I'm not going to dance in your kitchen.

OK.

Is that it?

- Well, I've got other moves... - Remove your shirt.

No. I'm not taking my shirt off.

- See, you're not believable. - Well, OK.

OK, go ahead. I'll play.

Oh man, this is...

Look?

Detached.

- See? - Uh-huh.

It's an acting game.

It's nothing personal. It's for money. I can do this for hours.

- Detached? - Yes, detached.

So you're willing to flog your arse for cash?

Yes, it's just a technical exercise.

For how much?

I don't know.

- Three hundred? - You'd do that?

Yes, it's just mechanical. There's nothing intimate or personal.

OK? Well, that's good. Look...

one, two, three. I'm right in the mood for a bit of mechanics this morning.

Oh, come on. Stop it.

- What are you doing? - Come on.

- No, but seriously, what are you doing? - OK, I'll go first.

OK. Come on. Put it back on, Nora.

Besides, I've always fancied you.

I've never told you.

But if Ludo is to come home...

...I have to understand.

Nothing personal.

Mechanical

No, I can't. You're my friend's wife. This can't happen.

Of course you can't, you idiot!

There's nothing mechanical about it. It's all intimate. It's screwing!

Get out of my house. Get the fuck out!

- Get out of my house! - Nora!

- I've killed my family. - No.

Give her time to think it over. Here, drink that.

- Seven years bro, the itch. - Listen to you. Find yourself a woman.

Well, last night, I had the bridesmaid.

Don't be so cocky, the feedback isn't great.

From who?

From the business cards.

Got us some orders, so that's good.

But I'm afraid I have one complaint...

- ...Zak is too quick. - He, he.

That is a lie. I was amazing.

Is this a joke?

"Thanks for the evening and the atmosphere.

PS: the extra did a rush job."

- You're hopeless! - Fuck. She's lying.

- That's blunt. - I'd like to see how you'd do.

I'm doing nothing. I'm married.

- Married and homeless. - You didn't stay the night?

The man fucked the bride.

- What? - He was her honeymoon.

You fucked the bride?

There are no complaints. I suppose it went well.

I should think so. She keeps texting me.

- You disgust me, man. - No way, Mathias. In your dreams.

- I didn't see you leave. - No. I was sorting stuff out.

So you didn't get any?

Don't worry about me.

OK, guys! I've been looking at escort websites.

- Seriously? - There's some crazy stuff.

But they're all in Paris. There's nothing here.

With a professional set-up, we can make a fortune.

- Let's see. - It's such a huge network.

Demand for guys is high.

And it pays well. Mathias, tell them.

- How much? - An extra 600.

- 600! - 600, man. What about me?

- Bloody hell. 600 euros. - You were too quick, my friend.

Stop joking around.

- Do you want to make money, or not? - Yeah, totally.

Look, I coordinate.

I keep a commission for the farm's debts, and you share the rest. OK?

What the hell? What's going on? So now you're a pimp, is that it?

- It's alright. - Do you really want to be a whore?

Open your eyes, man! Girls want equality. Well, you want to fuck me? You pay.

Cash. Not in luncheon vouchers.

Cash, money.

- So, you are for sale. - We're all for sale, man.

Look at the influencers.

They spend all day naked, they're making a fortune.

- He's not wrong. It's how it is. - I'm not wrong.

- We have to adapt. - Right.

- On social media, too? - Yeah, man.

No. We have to be discreet.

Hey, guys, I don't want to be discreet.

I want my fifteen minutes of fame.

No, he's right, Zak.

We have to be discreet.

- Ben... - Huh?

...you're not going to.

It's temporary.

- Oh, my giddy aunt. - Yes! Now we're talking.

I've already created your profiles. I just need you to choose your names.

OK, I'm Titanic.

They'll end up killing us.

- Are you working late? - Two shifts back to back.

I can't take it anymore, I swear.

You have no choice.

Yes, I do have a choice. Absolutely.

So, you know Bebert's new business, the anti-mosquito thing?

He's going to be filthy rich,

it's really taking off.

Tomorrow, he's off to Indonesia.

He's going to sell thousands of them. It's crazy.

That idiot friend of his finally proved himself useful.

What did he do?

Well, as crazy as it sounds, the guy had an epiphany, right?

"We could trap mosquitoes by releasing pheromones."

And, bam.

Goes to show, never underestimate the dull.

Hello, my champion.

Oh? Cancan.

You can't imagine how pleased I am to see you, Ludo.

Now tell me, how long is it since you last came to see us?

- A long time. - A long time. Too long.

You know you're the pride of this ranch, don't you?

Come on, let's have a drink.

I need to ask you something.

What's wrong? This isn't like you.

I'm struggling.

- What-- - I need...

Say whatever it is... we're family here.

I'm looking for work.

Can you ride again?

No.

That bull really messed you up, didn't he?

So, what do you want to do?

Anything.

Zak, you've got to control your head, as it controls your dick.

- Alright, I understand. - No, you don't. That's the problem.

You only think about the result.

But that's not the most important thing.

It's the journey.

To last more than 3 minutes...

...you need to use your brain.

Women don't realise the pressure we're under.

We've got to get it up.

It has to stay hard, too.

I can get it up

...do it to order.

Do you care whether she comes?

Well, I'm enjoying it, so is she.

So what you mean is, as long as she moans a bit, that's enough?

Well, no but when she starts to squeal, it's hard to hold back.

Everyone's the same.

I'll give you a tip.

When you feel you're going to come,

contract your perineum.

Deep breath.

Seriously?

Get the fuck out of here!

Leave my balls alone. Get off.

Alright, chill out. Are you prudish now?

No, I'm not prudish, but...

Zak, you know you can talk to me, right?

I've been screwing since I was twelve.

- But you screw with your dick. - Of course, I do.

I want you to screw with your head.

And cut down on the porn.

Loser.

Yes, I understand.

Yes, of course.

What, romantic and cultured?

- And you chose Titanic? - Hiya.

He'll be meeting your colleagues? At the office?

Ah yes, no, take Lupin.

Yes, trust me, he'll be perfect for you.

Super, I'll write it down.

OK, I'll send it to you. Good evening.

Bye.

- When's that? - Fuck's sake.

- Can you get it? - I'm on the phone

Yes, hello?

Yes, that's right.

So, it's 150 euros an hour.

Yes, he's available. This evening?

Perfect. I'll make a note of it.

OK, and your name, please?

Mr Belfort.

- Mrs Chouli. - Well, finally.

Yes... excuse me, I was just working out.

Yes, so I see.

So, do we just stand here or...?

Come in, please.

So, Charlotte...

- How are you? - She's really well.

I'm speaking to Charlotte.

She's really well.

Who?

Well, me...

...and it's Charly.

Ah.

It's very bare here.

It's Feng Shui.

We had a major clear-out to prepare for Charly's exams.

Sorry?

It's Feng Shui. It's the Chinese art of organising space.

No, I know what Feng Shui is. What's the link to her exams?

Well, it's so that Charly's in a positive energy to study.

In harmony with her thoughts.

Huh.

In fact, it's Zen.

Yes, it is very Zen.

Charly, have you seen the psychotherapist since your father died?

No, but I haven't needed to. I'm fine.

Ah...

and a little bar of chocolate, salted caramel butter.

Do you like that?

What on Earth are you doing?

Aren't you tired of being useless?

And you of being used?

I get up every morning to feed my wife and a bum.

Do you know what? I may sleep, but I'll do better than you. Don't worry.

I'm not helping you get any more jobs.

Every time you make me look like an idiot.

I don't need Daddy's help to wash dishes.

Yes, since you're smarter than us and don't need help from us idiots.

I'm more ambitious than you. That's for sure.

Stay out of my room!

Stay out of my room. We're done.

He pisses me off.

- How's your appetite? - It's normal.

Mm-hmm. What do you eat?

- Vegetables... - Mmm.

- ...a lot. - Yes, because you've lost a lot of weight.

- Well... - Yes, she's lost a lot of weight.

I've just lost my father.

Good. And how do you sleep?

Lying down.

No, what I mean is, do you have insomnia? Do you have nightmares?

Sometimes I hear his voice.

I know it sounds morbid but...

...I miss him so.

Then I get up to drink some water...

...and Ben is there.

It's like he felt it.

So, he takes me in his arms,

and tells me stories...

...about the family, the farm, and honey.

For example, yesterday he told me about the fate of the bee princesses.

What's that?

- Err-- - Well, basically...

- ...all bee larvae are identical. - Yes.

Except that the worker bees feed the larval princesses

only royal jelly,

which modifies their DNA, and by doing that for them,

makes them stronger and bigger than the others.

And then he gives me a spoonful of honey, just like my Pa.

Not royal jelly?

No, absolutely not.

No?

To get royal jelly the bee princesses must die.

My father didn't want that.

Well, that all sounds absolutely...

...err, I'm going to go.

Excuse me... Oh, my.

Err, excuse me...

...what happens next?

I'll be back next week. Good afternoon.

Bye, Charly.

What you said was beautiful.

You have a booking from six to midnight.

- Just don't be late-- - Charly, it's OK to cry.

And...

...I'm here for you.

It's you who needs me.

Open.

Are you bearing up?

Do I have a choice?

- You know I'm here. - I know.

Alright, I'll see you Monday, Sis.

Here.

I love you.

Champ of the champs

- Ah, Champ. - Ah.

Mathieu.

Cancan said you were helping us out.

That's right.

- Well, how are you doing? - Alright.

Yeah?

What's happened to you is bad. Eh?

Yeah, alright?

- Did you feed the horses? - Yep.

Yes? That's good because I'm off for a ride. Is mine ready?

Which one?

It's Mbappé. Oh, yeah, you don't know the new ones.

He's the friskiest one. Let's go.

Chin up.

No, the real problem is that...

...it's 5,000 years of being beaten down by the patriarchy.

We've suffered for far too long and taken too much.

That's organic.

The real problem isn't just rights; it's consideration.

I mean, when you're a woman artist, you get gagged.

I mean, to paint that, you've got to get it out.

You know? You have to allow yourself.

You have to find freedom,

and smash the frames we've been forced to swallow.

That's going to be my next project.

- OK. - What do you think?

Well, I'm not paid to think.

OK? So you don't have time?

No, I mean, if you need to talk--

No, I don't need to talk. I'm an artist, and my medium is painting.

OK, I understand. You want to bring me back to reality.

It's important.

It's matter, it's bodies, it's skin. It proves that...

- OK, you can do your thing. - I can do it all.

OK, well

heat me up.

Burn me up, baby.

Find my hot fire. Ring my bell.

Come on.

I can do that.

Wait, err... sorry.

- What? - Well, you're on top of me.

- Err, and? - Well, you can't dominate me.

OK...

and, what about you on top?

I don't know. Don't you mind being dominated?

No, I can adapt.

Can we change the position to talk?

I can't do this if I'm being dominated.

Let me explain.

OK, sit down.

Not above me. Not on all fours.

Not behind me, since I wouldn't know what you'd be thinking.

It's more like rotation, like the planets. It's more...

are you with me?

Well, I'm here to give you pleasure,

so I'll do whatever you want.

Mmm...

standing. I think standing.

- Standing? - Equality.

Alright.

- Standing. - Yes, really standing.

No. Stop!

You're crushing me against the glass.

It's because you're much stronger than me,

but you can't think you are stronger. I'm not an object.

We're going to make love, fantastic love...

We're really going to...

- You're not hard! - You talk too much.

Ben, don't forget you're Lupin, now.

You have to look like you're in love.

Play it romantic, sweet, affectionate.

Have you fixed this afternoon's horse?

Really play it up in front of her colleagues.

Show up with a bouquet of flowers.

Peonies, her favourites.

Then you really lay it on thick.

Oh, my love.

Oh, I love you.

- But you're early. - Yes, I wanted to surprise you.

- Peonies? - Yes.

Are they for me?

- Yes, for the most wonderful woman. - They're my favourite flowers.

But what for? I mean...

...what's the occasion?

Well, because it's... Wednesday.

And?

Because Wednesday's Peonies, and...

- ...Thursday will be roses. - And Friday?

Dandelions.

Oh, you're so funny.

- Oh, wait. I must introduce you. - Oh, right.

Everyone, excuse me, please.

Eric!

- This-- - Hello.

- This is my fiancée. - Yup.

Sorry? It wasn't planned, but he loves to surprise me.

Actually, we have to go because I've got more surprises.

- Really? More? - Yes.

- More surprises? - More surprises.

Surprises...

- Ha, there you go. - Well then, I'll see you tomorrow.

- Kisses. - Goodbye.

- Carry me. - Do what?

Oh.

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

- Bye, everyone. Bye, Eric. - Bye.

- OK, like that? - Yes... mmm.

Hang on, err...

- What? - Can you move to the left a bit?

- To the left? - Yes.

My left, or your left?

- Ah, to your left. - My left?

Err... turn to the right.

- Ah. - Yes. OK.

A bit faster. Yes.

Faster?

Yes, a little slower, actually.

- A little slower. Yes, just like that. - OK.

- Yes, ah. - Is that OK?

- It's good. - Ah.

Ah...

- You can slow down now. - I have slowed down.

- Really? - Yeah.

You want to try something?

Like what?

Tell me you love me.

- Huh? - Tell me you love me.

- I love you. - Say it better.

I love you.

Again.

I love you.

Say my name.

- I love you, Yaelle. - Again.

- I love you. - Oh, God.

- I love you. - Again.

- I love you. - Say my name.

Yaelle, I love you.

Fuck me!

- Yes! - Like that?

It was my choice.

- It was my choice. I chose. - Yes, it was your choice.

It's my...

OK, this one's for you, for the essay. It's on the house. Thanks again.

Is it your wedding present?

Yeah. Not that again.

It's our tradition. Can't you understand that or not?

Where are your values?

- That's why I hang out with you. - Oh, yeah?

That's so out of date. Marriage, virginity, all that stuff.

- Get used to it. - Not for us, Roma.

- Excuse me, Sir? - We'll never be like that.

You'll have to adapt, though.

So, what about you?

- Because you talk a lot... - Go on.

Are you a virgin?

- Do you want to marry me, is that it? - Marry you?

Romanies never mix, and we never will.

- Relax. I don't want to mix up with you. - That's alright then.

You're funny.

So are you...

- What? - ...Are you cool with it?

- With what? - Would you like to...

- ...practise? - Huh?

We could practise in a friendly way.

I'm not practising anything, are you mad?

Alright, don't get touchy.

- You're getting ahead of yourself. - Not at all.

Anyway, I prefer more mature women--

And I prefer guys who talk less.

Oh dear, you just don't get it.

- How's it going? - Huh?

Tuesday night madness.

Beautiful.

Shame you're the boss. I'd have paid for that.

Yes, I'm the boss.

I buy my own drink, and you buy yours.

- Huh? - Mmm.

Yeah, but what do you fancy?

You get your hand off.

Fancy what? Huh? Are you trying to chat me up?

- If you feel like it? - Feel like--

- I'm here. - Feel like what?

Don't be ridiculous; you're a baby.

A well-hung baby.

A well-hung baby? Now that's cute.

Come on, spit it out.

- I don't work like that. - Oh, of course.

I have to meet your parents first, obviously.

No, it's my job.

- I'm a professional. - Ah...

pardon.

You're a professional dick.

Ah, now I understand.

- It shows. - Really?

Yes, seriously.

How could I not have realised? So, if I've got this right,

it's not me you're into, it's my money, right?

- It's both. - Oh, both. Oh, that's so sweet.

Now get out, go on, piss off. Motherfucker!

- Go! - That's not nice.

It's not my job to be nice.

Mika? I'll be right back.

I've dreamt of eating here.

A dream come true.

The chef is incredible.

His star means it's always full.

But I managed to get a table tonight, for us.

Perfect.

All that passion,

has made me so hungry.

Ha! Yes.

I know it's all false.

But thank you.

Oh, but I'm so thirsty. Some champagne?

Yes.

Do you prefer small bubbles or...?

Just bubbles.

Two drinkies, then.

"Drinkies".

Come. Let's have a bottle.

- OK. - Hell with it, let's go mad.

- It's on me. - Don't worry.

OK, strip. Let's see the package then.

Yes.

Ah, the well-hung baby wasn't exaggerating.

Thank you.

- So what does it cost? - 150.

150 what?

We can do it again. It's for one hour, minimum.

Haha, what do you mean? I can't waste an hour with you.

Ten drink coupons, OK?

- 20. - Five then.

- OK, ten is fine. - Mmm.

There you go.

- Yes. - Hey.

Do your job first.

I'd have done it for five.

And me for 15, but you suck at haggling.

- I'm a quick learner. - Really?

- Yeah. - A quick learner.

- We could do a live stream for my fans. - A livestream?

- Yeah. - What's that?

We stream it for my subscribers. Like a video.

What are you talking about? They watch?

- Yeah. - What? Are you serious?

Do you want to die? Huh?

You want me to take your balls like that and break them?

Is that what you want?

Huh?

Listen carefully, my well-hung baby.

What happens in La Churascaia stays in La Churascaia.

Do you understand? Otherwise...

Look, see? He's still happy. Let's make the most of it.

That was so good.

It was an explosion of taste.

A taste journey.

It was delicious.

It was...

...astounding.

- And the finish of the wine? - Oh... that finish.

- You don't know what that is. - No, I have no idea.

I don't know if I've got room for dessert.

- We'll share one. - Perfect.

I love your smile.

Excuse me?

A client?

Yes.

Ben.

Romane.

Yaelle. Pleased to meet you.

Hi, I'm Romane.

I heard about your father. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Well, welcome to our place. I hope you enjoyed your meal.

It's your restaurant?

Well no, it's my husband's. I help him.

- You're Pierre Morand's wife? - Yes, that's right.

Please tell him that his cooking is divine.

I think that you can tell him yourself.

Pierre?

Good evening.

This is Ben, and--

Yaelle, his fiancée.

Hello, Yaelle.

Bravo! It's really an honour to be able to tell you in person.

- Thank you. And welcome to our restaurant. - Ah.

- Good evening. - Evening.

So, you're the famous Ben?

You've talked about him?

Yes.

Incredible.

It's important for couples to talk.

That's the key.

Yes, it's the key.

Can you stay after we close?

I'm doing a tasting of our desserts for the new menu.

- Well, yes. - Yes?

- We'd love to. - No...

It'll be late and you have an early start tomorrow, so--

No, but it's not every day you get an invitation from Chef Morand.

Well, that's perfect. See you in a bit, huh?

I'll send someone for you.

So lovely!

I much prefer Lupin.

- What? - Ben, you know it's less sexy.

Yes.

My girl, I've just seen your school report, and I'm proud of you.

You're as talented as your mother.

For dinner, don't bother, we'll heat up the gratin.

See you tonight.

My girl, I've just seen your school report, and I'm proud of you.

You're as talented as your mother...

- With the little button. - The little button.

- Great. - And all the flowers are edible?

Yes. Do you want to taste it?

Yes, please.

You've changed.

- Here. - Thank you.

Yes. You're exactly the same.

Only the petals.

Darling? Could you fetch me a bottle of that lovely Madeira, please?

- The one we discovered in Porto. - Yes, OK.

You'll see, it's delicious. It goes with our second dessert.

- Ah! - No!

- Yes. - Two desserts?

- And even a third. - Oh, but it's... Byzantine.

I'm sorry.

It melts like love in the sun.

He's so cool.

I'll try not to melt your passion.

Forgive me, Romane.

I'm so sorry.

And the next dessert is for swingers.

Love. Passion.

That's great.

I missed you so much.

As long as there's no divorce dessert...

...with ginger.

My love, are you there?

Lupin?

Lupin?