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6:45 p.m. in Clairefontaine.

Jacques Chirac is here, at France's World Cup training ground.

First, the president watches the split-squad game,

then, when it's over,

speaks to each of the 22 selected players,

among them Deschamp, and coach Aym, Jacquet.

Afterward, he was asked if he had a prediction.

A prediction, no.

A wish, founded on a strong intuition, yes.

I think I should be able to present France

with the Jules Rim, Cup on July 12th.

I'm training.

Turn around, I want you.

Put me inside you.

I can't hold back anymore.

It was nice.

It was short.

It was sweet.

Something's wrong.

I'll talk to my doctor.

It's not right, I can't get hard like I used to.

HARD OFF

Lower, Patrick.

What fatigue...

The lower back!

Malika!

Could I have some tea?

Not dressed? You'll be late for school.

Enough Nintendo. At this hour!

Okay, I'm going.

- Homework done? - Yeah.

- Mom. - Not dressed?!

- Help me with my homework? - Get dressed first.

Bread is out.

Eat the biscuits.

Same thing. Sugar.

I'll get some diet biscuits.

Don't put jam on it.

Mom, I'm ready!

Coming.

Morning, Daddy.

- How are you? - Fine. You?

Remember I mentioned my friend who wants to intern here?

Here she is. Agnes.

- Hello, sir. - Hello, Agnes.

Welcome. You want to intern here?

Why not? The Diego pieces here?

With Christian and Raphaél.

- Like the lamp? - Gorgeous.

What's the estimate?

Nathalie!

Give Christian the estimate on the lamp.

Over 400,000.

A bit steep.

But it's gorgeous.

When would you like to start?

I don't know. Whenever possible.

Start right now. Help unpack the crates.

Thank you.

- Cigarette? - No, I don't smoke.

You're lucky.

How's the gallery in New York?

Demand is high. Not enough stock.

We've got all you need. Like the lamp.

Christian, put it in a bid.

I put your friend to work. She's nice.

What's her salary?

We have to pay her?

Well, yeah.

Well then we'll pay her.

Someone named Paul-Edouard called.

Did he leave a last name?

Just Paul-Edouard.

I only know one. Number?

He'll call back for an appointment. What do I say?

Let him come to the auction, at 5.

Please call Dr. Nataf. Ask if he'll see me at lunch time.

120/80. Fine.

Get dressed.

So what's wrong?

Nothing, but...

I came to see you because... How do I put this?

Lately, I've had trouble getting an erection.

You have no erections?

No, thank God. I do, but...

They're not very hard. Not like before.

Now, when I make love, I need a massage the next day.

You're older, too.

Still, I plan sex for Saturday so I can rest up.

Last time your sugar was 1.78. Been tested?

Not in six months.

That's no good.

Diabetes could cause your problem.

- Think so? - Sure.

Still smoke as much?

That's no good.

A good erection requires good circulation to the penis.

Diabetes, smoking... not good.

How about desire?

I've got plenty of that. Plenty.

That's the main thing. Married long?

Over 15 years.

Ever have relations with other women?

Besides my wife?

Not recently, no.

Couldn't my medication be the cause?

Maybe. But if your sugar's over 1.3, we can't take you off it.

I'll have to diet more seriously.

Avoid all high-sugar foods.

Pasta, rice, potatoes, bread. And wine.

Or try insulin.

No way. I'd rather cut out bread.

Will I get my erections back?

I don't know,

but you'll avoid a lot of possible problems.

What about my erections?

You have a tongue. You use it?

Do a blood test, for the diabetes.

Take the result to a specialist. I'll write a note.

Sold for 6500!

Now this session's last item.

A crystal carafe. Late nineteenth century.

Weill open the bidding at 300 F, please.

Yes, sir. 350?

Four hundred.

Who will say 450? Yes, ma'am.

Nine hundred.

1000 in the back.

Anyone say better?

Going once...

Sold!

Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. That's all for today.

Your name, sir?

Paul-Edouard Bonnard. Why?

Are you taking it with you now?

Sorry?

The carafe. Cash?

What carafe? The auctioneer is an old friend.

Didn't you make the last bid?

No, I didn't.

Paul-Edouard!

There's my Claude.

Only one Paul-Edouard.

Dad. The carafe?

Didn't you bid on it?

I waved hello. She must have thought I was bidding.

- Your daughter? - Yes. Nathalie.

Paul-Edouard, an old friend.

Pleasure. The carafe is my gift to you.

Jacqueline's daughter?

Looks just like her.

You haven't changed.

Lost a little up here!

How long has it been?

Must be twenty years. The last time I saw you

was outside the family court judge's chambers.

You divorced Jacqueline, me Myriam.

So it must be about twenty years.

- Remember my erotica collection? - Sure.

I'm here to sell it.

You need money?

I fell in love with a manicurist.

Like a jerk,

I married her under community property.

Now it's over, she wants half.

Of your collection?

No way. What she's after is money.

Nothing else to sell?

A restaurant, doing very well. You should come.

If I sell it, I can't live on the collection.

Won't you miss it? It was yours and Myriam's.

I started it before her.

At 14,

I bought Japanese etchings to impress girls.

They were cheap.

Ever see Myriam?

Not in about fifteen years.

She remarried with an Englishman. He's dead now, anyway.

Did you remarry?

I have a son, 13. Marius.

My daughter's guy. Just look.

Every three days, he says he'll get divorced.

He's married?

Yeah. And she's stuck on that idiot.

You're lucky; no kids.

I have a son, 17, by my second wife.

With his mom, in Caracas.

You got married three times?

Four.

The 3rd lasted 2 weeks.

That's over. I do my waitress. It goes bad, I hire a new one.

Speaking of which...

here's the card for my restaurant.

Come for lunch. I'll show you the collection.

Just write me to say when you'll call. That's fine!

Couldn't she do better than him?

Love has its own reasons.

I have the estimates for Versailles.

And I have your blood test results.

And my blood sugar?

One eighty-nine. A little better.

- Where's Marius? - At Malika's.

Watching the soccer game.

Got your blood test?

Not good.

How high?

One eighty-nine.

You're not watching your diet.

I saw Nataf yesterday.

Know what he said?

First time a doctor told me that diabetes

may cause my erection problem.

No big deal. That's secondary.

Your health is the main thing.

Have you gotten an eye exam?

Diabetes effects vision. You could go blind.

John Fante wound up missing a foot.

He dictated his last novel to his wife.

Don't be like him.

That's not my problem.

I'm no novelist, I just want a hard-on.

Relax.

I want a hard-on!

What should we call Zidane?

Zindy? Yazzy?

Yaz... or Zizou?

I think just "Zizou."

Bedtime.

School day tomorrow.

But it's Zizou.

It's Zizou and tomorrow's school.

Kiss your dad, and get to bed.

Good night.

- Come tuck me in? - Be right in.

Aren't you going?

I'm going. You in a rush?

No rush. Coming back?

Where would I go?

You nuts? What's that?

It's a nun's habit. Put it on. For me.

What?

I have a costume sale Friday. I borrowed these.

Like me as a priest?

You're nuts.

Why nuts?

We did it fifteen years ago. We had a good time.

Wear it, I want you to.

Get your head examined.

We did it once.

15 years ago!

So? Why not tonight?

You were a great nun. Black stockings...

Back to her book.

No more stockings in bed.

No more corsets. Now it's flannel dresses.

I like black panties. So what do you wear?

Grandma undies.

We talked during sex,

now we're silent.

A cold fish. That's what you are. I make love with a fish.

For my pleasure...

It isn't my pleasure.

- We did it once. - Take off that get-up.

If I take it off, will you?

Take it off.

What is it with you?

I love you. I want you.

I love you too.

And it's work.

At lunch, we turn ninety customers, easy.

Hello there.

Dinner's less. We vary the menu.

I have a remarkable chef.

Lunch is choucroute, steaks,

and a daily special.

Come see the wine cellar. It's fabulous.

Here's my buried treasure.

Take a look. Five thousand bottles.

Léoville La Case, 1990. 100 left. I paid 60 F a bottle.

Now you can't touch it at 200. Let's pop one.

Don't bother. I gave up wine.

Since when?

Yesterday. I got my blood test back.

189. No good.

I have to cut out sugar.

Diabetes?

Me, it's cholesterol.

Dr. says no booze, food, tobacco or sex!

Can you still get it up?

That's just it. Not getting that hard lately.

You? Well, me too.

Tell me about it over a drink. Diet starts tomorrow.

Come on.

Any starter?

Maybe some crudités.

What's on the side, besides pasta?

Green beans?

Fine.

They're not cooked.

I'll have the veal chop, but with a salad.

- And you, sir? - Pasta, hold the veal.

You're off pasta, I'm off meat.

You're sugar, I'm fat.

The waitress, that the one you're...?

She called you sir.

Can't have her pawing me while on duty!

Can't get it up?

Can't get it up...

I can, but lately hard isn't all that hard.

I Know. I got the same problem.

What does your wife say?

She's got her books. She reads, sees friends.

It's like she cares less than I do.

The main thing is you still want her.

You know what Jouhandeau says?

"One day what's missing

"is not the object of your desire. It's your desire."

Not the drink. The thirst.

- Come on, just one. - No. Really.

Is she clitoral?

Thank you, miss.

With her, what do you do?

The magic bag... and I get hard.

I'll demonstrate.

Watch.

There's the thing.

The syringe, with, of course,

the serum inside it. And here...

the infamous pen.

I open the pen.

I place the syringe inside it.

Then I close

the pen,

engaging the safety latch.

Bingo. Get it?

Look.

When the time comes, I release the safety,

a shot in the dick.

Ten minutes later, I'm hard as a rock.

Claudine knew I no longer needed

her diddling. You get it?

Doesn't it hurt?

Not at all. Try it.

You'll thank me.

I'm seeing a specialist. I hope he has better.

That's the best.

One glass won't hurt you.

Just for the toast.

Disrobe for the exam.

Completely?

Keep your shirt on.

Sugar at 189. That's a little high.

- My socks? - Keep them.

Your penis is perfect.

Testicles are normal.

Lie down, let's examine the prostate.

Fine.

Nice and supple.

You can dress.

Do you sometimes still have erections

on waking up?

Not really.

On penetration, you're not very stiff?

That's the problem, Doctor.

And it's very quick.

Premature ejaculation.

Do you still desire your partner?

My wife? Yes.

After 15 years, it's not like the beginning,

but I love her and, luckily, I still desire her.

And her?

I guess so. You'd have to ask her.

If it were less frequent, I don't think she'd mind.

Sometimes, she'd rather read.

How frequent are relations?

Oh, I don't count. I don't know...

Twice a week.

Diabetes probably explains part of your problem.

Only part.

There's something else?

Another reason?

For now, I'll prescribe something

to facilitate erection and retard ejaculation.

Side effects are rare.

Perhaps a slight drowsiness.

Don't drive for a few days.

Get a hormone count... just a blood test.

And a Doppler of your penis.

What's a Doppler?

Blood vessel exam.

A small shot augments blood flow to erectile tissue.

Then we get an image of your arteries and veins.

A shot in the penis?

It's not painful. You'll see.

- See you in a week. - All right.

How much do I owe you?

450 F.

"This product may produce certain side effects.

"Irritability, drowsiness, fatigue,

"headaches, dizziness, insomnia, memory loss...

"cardiovascular difficulties.

"Most notably, persons operating motor vehicles

"should be aware of the risk of drowsiness."

This Swiss condom-testing factory

was designated for the official World Cup ball, by the FIFA.

The ball is submitted to rigorous, varied testing...

Turn it down, please.

Come here.

Let me finish this chapter.

Is Dad in?

He's locked in his office, won't take calls.

Dad, you're sleeping.

He never sleeps in the morning. Or the afternoon.

Strange. Should I wake him?

I'll get some coffee. That'll help.

You sleeping?

What's wrong?

I fell asleep.

- Those damn pills. - What pills?

I have allergies.

I got a prescription for my allergies.

He told me they cause drowsiness.

What allergies?

Here's some nice hot coffee.

What time is it?

Eleven! I have an appointment.

Paul-Edouard is here for the catalog.

Tell him to come back. I have my allergist.

Can't drive. I'll call you a cab.

No, I'm awake. I can drive.

I'll tell Agnes to drive you.

- She won't mind? - Not at all.

Since you're worried.

I'll tell her.

You don't mind driving me?

Not at all.

Maybe you had lunch plans?

A boyfriend?

Not at all.

No lunch at all or no boyfriend at all?

Both.

Sad, at your age.

Up the block here.

Could you wait a half hour?

I have to get a test done.

We're going to give you this tiny injection.

It doesn't hurt a bit.

But we need it for the Doppler exam.

That didn't hurt?

Now we can begin the exam,

using this small apparatus

to scan the arteries of your penis

and see if everything functions.

To aid you in your erection, here are some stimulating pictures.

Then we'll do another Doppler.

There. See you later.

What is this, Miss?

- I'll ask. - Thank you.

This lady needs information.

What is this object?

A masterpiece of art nouveau.

A souvenir cabinet by Carabin.

Sculpted in walnut.

What's the estimate?

Two to three million.

It's a rare object.

In 20 years,

I've never seen such a Carabin at auction.

I couldn't answer.

If you're interested...

- I am. - You are?

Carabin's a late 19th-century cabinetmaker.

He sculpted only women, occasionally animals.

Had a taste for secrets.

You see?

This is a cabinet with a secret.

See? The secret's there.

You have to get up high to see it. Want help? See?

Look up from underneath, like looking up a skirt,

to see the secret.

This is a Dubuffet gouache, 1943, of the Metro series.

There are 12. The others are at Beaubourg.

And this is one from the "non-lieu" series.

Painted a year before he died, in 1985.

Beautiful.

When you compare these two, look how far he came.

The beginning,

inspired by children's drawings, which he loved.

And in the end, the freedom, the excitement.

A great artist.

You really must see his Foundation. Have you ever been?

No. Never, sir.

It's not far.

Want me to take you?

Yes, sir.

I'll take you.

Call me Claude.

Yes, Claude.

Costumes out of the crates?

Yes, sir.

Yes, Claude.

I have your test results.

The hormonal results are good.

But the Doppler shows a circulatory insufficiency.

What does that mean?

Your veins aren't supple enough

or elastic enough to irrigate erectile tissue.

My testicles?

No. The erectile tissue are two cylinders,

like sponges, in the penis.

See? Right here.

The blood flows in, expanding the penis.

The brain sets off erection.

It sends sexual signals,

with biological messages to the penis.

There are four phases to erection.

Irrigation, stiffness,

maintenance... called plateau phase,

and detumescense, flaccidity.

Orgasm and ejaculation

occur at the apogee of the plateau phase.

The amount of blood deployed for erection

is about 6 fluid ounces.

About a small glass of orange juice.

Varying between an espresso and a large Coke.

Proper erection requires good arterial function.

In your case, blood flow in your penis arteries

appears inadequate.

So what can be done?

There are several methods, discounting prostheses and surgery.

Two choices. One, the vacuum.

Yes, I'll show you.

The vacuum.

It's very simple.

It's a cylinder,

attached to a vacuum pump.

Place your flaccid penis inside

the cylinder, as you see...

Like so.

Of course, it's available in different diameters.

You apply lubricant to this end of the tube

and to your pubic hair,

creating suction.

You then use

your vacuum pump,

augmenting blood flow to the erectile tissue,

provoking erection.

You maintain it with this ring,

worn at the base of the penis.

Erection lasts about 30 minutes.

The vacuum requires

a psychological adaptation.

It's better to practice first.

Of course.

Have you tried it?

Well, I don't need it,

but those who do and try, just can't do without it.

Ejaculation is normal - sometimes retarded -

and pleasure normal.

Some of my patients prefer this to shots.

It's that or shots?

As I said, there are prostheses.

They're silicone. Rigid, or semi-rigid.

The main problem with prostheses

is the penis remains rigid all the time.

There are blow-up models. I don't recommend them.

- What do you recommend? - Shots.

You can adjust the dosage to the desired erection time.

In 5 minutes, according to the dose, you're erect for an hour or more.

3 hours max, or you risk priapism.

One hour is great.

You do it yourself. I'll show you.

No, a friend already showed me.

I could try, but the problem is my wife.

She never says no, but she's never in a rush.

What if I take a shot and she makes me wait.

Or if I get into bed erect before we even kiss?

Tell her the truth. She knows about your problem?

Yes, but she makes do.

I see. She'll have to cooperate.

I'd like that.

Here.

Give her this book.

To familiarize herself with men's sexual problems,

better understand you.

After that, I'll see you both.

Sex therapy often works for couples.

I hope she'll read it.

What do I owe you?

450 F.

Unlike other mammals, even primates

which have a penile bone

assuring penetration in any circumstance,

there is no bony...

...nor cartilaginous appendage in the human.

Except for prostheses.

The hot water's out.

I left the plumber's number out. See it?

I saw it.

Smoking? I thought you quit.

I quit.

What's that?

It's a book.

I can see that.

Well read it.

Why should I?

We'll talk about it.

It'll teach you about male sexuality.

I've got books.

Read it, you'll learn a lot.

Like what?

For example, mammals have a penile bone.

They have no penetration worries.

They get it up at will.

Not like men.

That's why I should read this?

It's an example.

You'd rather be a mammal?

Some nights, yes.

Read it.

You read. I like when you read.

Are you listening?

"The penis, like the heart, moves by itself.”

Nice, huh?

Know who said it?

Aristotle. Isn't that beautiful?

Gorgeous.

See? The heart-penis connection.

Who knows why I love you but I can't get it up.

Who knows.

Don't laugh.

I Know you don't care, but I do.

Look, I went to a specialist.

He said to read this.

A sexologist?

A gyneco-andrologist.

A doctor who specializes in men's and women's sexuality.

Then he's a sexologist.

- If you prefer. - So?

After you've read, we go see him.

Not my problem.

Yes. If you love me, you'll come.

Why see me?

I don't know.

He has a remedy for me.

What remedy?

Madam, this is a lateral cross-section of the male anatomy.

In blue, the erectile tissue inside the penis.

Where's the penis?

Here, madam.

The erectile tissue is like sponge,

filling with blood to swell the penis.

Your husband had a Doppler exam

which showed insufficient blood flow to the arteries.

That explains the limpness of his erections

and insufficient maintenance

for satisfying sexual encounters.

I have no complaints.

I do.

- What counts is desire. - Quite right.

Many patients confuse desire and erection.

- The main thing is desire. - But... desire with no erection?

The main thing, after 15 years of marriage,

is love, tenderness. Desire, too, of course.

He did tell you we still desire each other.

But no penetration.

It's different.

It's natural. It's age. One must accept it.

It's not age. If you were willing.

Meaning?

If you accepted my getting help.

From who?

Who? No one.

Doctor, could you explain it?

First of all, in the long run,

failure anxiety may lead to loss of interest in sex.

Believe me.

A man can feel so alone that desire may erode.

You feel alone?

Sometimes.

That's why there are medical techniques

for achieving sexual harmony.

If both partners are willing.

Are you willing?

These techniques, at first,

may seem confining. But you get used to it over time.

Should I show her the vacuum?

The vacuum? No.

That's not my choice.

Show it to me. What is it?

A cylinder, attached

to a pump.

The patient places his flaccid penis inside the cylinder.

This is the exterior vacuum pump.

Then you pump it.

And blood flows to the erectile tissue,

producing a thirty-minute erection.

Obviously, this method requires adaptation.

It sure does! Sorry.

You have other methods?

Which is your favorite?

Forget it. You don't care.

I promise I won't laugh.

There's another method.

Simpler.

The method my patients generally choose.

It's a hypo, containing vasoactive serum.

It is placed inside a sort of big fountain pen

and the patient injects himself

with the serum, intravenously.

No, it's not painful at all.

After 10 minutes, a one-hour erection.

- After ten minutes? - About.

That's not very long.

After that, the machine is up and running.

Without help from me?

That's right.

That's what you chose?

If you agree, yes.

Wait, I have to think about it.

Think, think.

I could've just done it.

I'd have noticed! What would you say it was?

A miracle.

I'm not a prop.

My husband can try kill-love techniques,

but not with me.

I knew it.

Which proves you know me.

For years, we had sexual relations which were very satisfying.

In every way imaginable.

Now it's different. You have to accept it.

It's not about age. I don't feel old.

It could be like before,

and I could get hard.

By planned injection.

The idea disgusts me.

- Do it with someone else. - I want you.

How much do I owe you?

900 F.

The Dubuffet Foundation is closed today.

But there's a Michaux show. Heard of him?

No, sir.

No, Mister Langmann.

No, who?

No, Claude.

That's better. Here we are.

These are Indian ink paintings.

He did thousands, each unique.

He threw the ink on the paper,

letting it form puddles,

but it was controlled chaos,

and often - a miracle.

- It's like musical notes. - Sure.

Michaux is writing and painting, but also music.

He loved water color.

Aren't these wonderful?

They are beautiful.

Emotion makes the painting.

Is that him?

He was seen as a writer who drew,

but so were Hugo, Artaud and Baudelaire.

He was liked by a few intellectuals, amateurs.

Now he's emerging as a great artist, like a Paul Klee.

Not eating?

I'm listening.

Know what I'd like?

I'd like to kiss you. Can I?

That's good.

Not a word to Nathalie.

Of course not.

IMPOTENCE DEFEATED

The Molinier photos. Great, huh?

That's him.

Beautiful. Let's see what they say.

"He couldn't get an erection.

"That seems to be what drove his life as an artist,

"his whole life.

"He daubed his paintings, as a final glaze, with his seed.”

You know that?

- Happy with the catalog? - Great.

- Nice, huh? - Superb.

Now we can show your collection. Before Drouot, Geneva.

I have a nice space there. Geneva is very international.

He killed himself because he was impotent.

We have to talk. Come on.

You and Agnes put the catalogs away.

Yeah, but when do you take it?

Here. "An hour before relations.

"It's all about good planning,

“or taking your time to enjoy foreplay.”

A shot takes 10 minutes.

Easier to take a pill.

We'll see. And how long does it last?

"Viagra's effects last through lovemaking

"subside after ejaculation, until new stimulation.

"On average, four hours.” Wow.

Worth a try.

- Not in France until January. - Where'd you see that?

Oh here it is.

"In US stores for 7 weeks,

"the French release is not before Jan. 1st.

"Unlikely to be covered by social security."

Who cares?

"Who shouldn't use it?

"Men with hypertension, cardiac patients

“and patients with angina.”

Your last angina?

Two years ago. Why?

No reason.

"Headaches, vasodilatation,

"muscular, digestive trouble.

"Some patients notice a bruise after lovemaking."

Interesting article, huh? I find it interesting.

And you?

What can I say?

You going to try it?

I don't know. It's not available yet.

It's out here in January.

- So we'll talk later. - No, let's talk.

- Can't we talk? - About what?

The principle.

- Let me read. - You never want to talk.

Change the subject.

See the side effects?

Of course I did. But it's prescription medicine.

You need a medical exam.

It's not like the shots.

It's not mechanical.

You still need desire, or it won't work.

Are you listening?

It's medicine.

Medicine.

We'll see in January.

Right, we'll see in January.

No hurry.

The Scots still believe they can tie it.

Breaking away is Aldair.

Back the other way, and that went over.

And the first match of the 16th World Cup is over.

Brazil wins it.

Two-one Brazil.

Agnés, am I waking you? It's Claude.

No, it's okay. I just fell asleep.

Couldn't sleep, thinking about you.

That's sweet.

That kiss was good. No regrets?

Not yet.

Let's go for a drink.

Now?

It's late.

I don't know. Just a half hour.

Aren't you married?

Yes. But my wife's asleep. She took a sleeping pill.

Since you woke me, okay. But we go dancing.

Dancing!

I can't. It's been years.

We'll see about that.

I was so thirsty.

You dance great, sir.

Drop the "sir"?

Whatever you say, sir.

How old are you?

I'll be 25 next month.

All grown up.

There's a show next week in Geneva.

You should come. It'll be interesting.

I'd love to.

And maybe we could share a bed.

Maybe. Maybe not.

I said maybe.

We could.

Just sleep, in each others' arms.

I'm not made of wood.

Good night.

What do you say?

We'll see.

When Nathalie's around, call me sir.

Yes, sir, Claude.

Doctor, what do you think of Viagra?

The hard stuff.

An American colleague told me it works in most cases.

But we don't have enough data to say

whether or not this is real progress

and how it will effect behavior.

Six old men died in bed. The cause is still unknown.

They were heart patients.

But they're dead.

I still want to try.

I understand, but it's not available yet.

It will be by the end of the year.

Weill talk again then.

I don't want to wait six months.

I know it's available in Swiss pharmacies,

with a prescription.

And I'm going to Geneva soon.

I see.

Before prescribing something like this, there are tests.

EKG, stress test...

Let's do them.

I know some doctors easily write that kind of prescription.

I don't like to.

Wait until it comes out here. Six months isn't long.

How much do I owe you?

450 F.

Your guy is an asshole.

Mine just wrote out the prescription.

- No tests? - Come on.

He said if everyone got an EKG, social security would go broke.

Nice guy. Mine wouldn't hear of it.

Don't sweat it. We'll divvy it up.

We'll share. I'll show you my prescription.

One box of thirty pills.

I had a choice between 25, 50 or 100 mgs.

I took 100.

Isn't that a bit much?

Cut yours in half. You'll have 30.

I'm taking 100. Start out with a bang.

With who?

That's the thing. Can't do this with just anyone.

It's not like shots. Not automatic.

I need a woman I really desire.

You have your wife.

I have a secret.

I'm in love. Well, a crush.

Fist time for me.

Who?

I'll tell you, but be cool.

The little blond?

You could be her grandpa.

- You did her? - Not yet.

Oh. Platonic.

We made out.

Really!

Tongue-kissing! You dirty man.

Let me tell you.

Tonight Nathalie will want us to have dinner

with her big idiot, then watch the match.

We say we have a business meeting.

You invite the girl.

Once outside, you leave us alone.

I get it. I come on to her, you screw her.

Pretty smart.

- Going to try the pill with her? - Not there yet.

Don't cut it in half.

With 100 mg, you'll drive her wild.

Great ass.

She is really hot.

Honeymoon in Viagra Falls!

I'll be right out.

Let's do the split.

Fifteen each.

- Want the box? - Give me the bag.

Give me the warnings.

Plenty here, but go easy.

We better hurry. We're late.

I'll just take a quick shower.

Myriam!

- You here? - On vacation in Verbier.

I saw the ad for your show, and I felt like coming.

I figured I'd see you.

Should we get a drink?

Wait. Let me look first.

There.

What is it?

An openwork phallus of narwhal tooth.

I loved that one. Remember?

Know what they used to call these?

The "widow's consolation.”

Sailors, at sea, made them for their wives.

Some consolation for their long periods of absence.

Superb.

- It's my gift. - No.

I'm still solvent.

Timothy left me enough.

Is the auction in Paris?

Yes, next week at Drouot.

You haven't changed.

Still as beautiful.

You've lost a little hair, but not bad.

I want to kiss you.

You live alone?

You mean do I still fuck?

Yes, I do.

Occasionally.

Dinner?

I have to get back to Verbier.

It's for the best.

Someone there?

It's getting late.

I'll drive you.

Unless...

If you want, I have a room with two beds.

Another go around, 20 years later?

As friends.

Help me out. I can't understand German.

Meet me in the lobby later.

What do I tell Nathalie?

You're dining with Paul-Edouard.

He knows.

See you later.

Dad, we'll eat at the hotel, then watch the match.

I can't. Business dinner.

You and Frederick can fill me in. Brazil's going to win.

I hope not.

What's Agnes doing?

She's dining with Paul-Edouard.

- He said okay? - Yes.

Dad, Frederick has something to tell me.

- He's getting divorced? - Maybe.

Watching the final?

Of course. You'll watch with us, right?

I can't.

- Wake me at 87 - Yes, sir.

There he is.

Recognize Myriam?

Of course. Hello.

You came for dinner.

The last time we saw each other was at divorce court.

Right.

Fifteen years ago. Your divorce and ours.

What a memory.

Agnes. You don't mind dining with Agnes?

No. Hurry, we'll miss the start of the match.

I'll get her.

We're eating with her?

I'm supposed to be taking her out. I'll explain.

Pleasure.

Have a good match.

See you tomorrow.

My appointment, then I'll eat in my room.

Quick, we'll miss the beginning.

Having dinner together?

Have fun.

Come on, I don't want to miss this. France - Brazil!

Is it good?

With us, we don't know the end but we know there's an end.

Like all romances.

No. Some last a lifetime. Not ours.

We live for the moment.

Feel good?

- Yes. - Me, too.

Want to sleep together?

Just sleep, I promise.

I don't believe you.

You'll decide.

Kiss me.

After dessert, you'll come up to my room?

If you want.

Excuse me. Be right back.

Speed it up, the match is not the whole world.

Excuse me.

A glass and a knife, please.

Weill bring it over.

Couldn't I have it here?

Thank you. The bathroom?

In the back, down the hall.

100 mg.

One more hour.

I'll go in first, because of Nathalie.

Meet me in my room. It's 242.

Come straight up.

Chris top he Dugary driving...

This could be 3-0.

Claude, quick! France is up two zip.

- No. - Yeah!

You alone? The girl?

Problem?

I'll be in my room.

Stay with us.

You watch, I'm going up.

Why won't he stay? We're winning!

- Here comes Emmanuel Petit. - He's going to put it in!

The French team has done it!

Emmanuel Petit! 3-0!

France is champion of the world!

Unbelievable.

He deserves it. He's been great.

Really great, in this World Cup.

Fantastic. Fantastic.

This last drive and it's done! We did it!

Where is she?

We're the champs!

We won! Come dancing with us!

I can't. I have a headache.

We won, 3-0.

I was going for some aspirin.

We're the champs, Claude! Let's celebrate!

- Headache. - Come on.

I have a cure - cold backside.

You put ice in the bidet. Really!

It's Chinese medicine.

- Did you take it? - Yes, I took it.

It lasts 3 hours. She'll be back.

- Go without me. - Come on.

You're a kid. Go dancing.

Good night, Dad.

Have a good time.

Agnes!

Don't forget the catalogs.

Meet me in my room. Room 242. Meet me there.

Go dancing, then sleep together?

You can't go back tonight.

I'll do what I want.

Coming, coming.

What is it, honey?

What's wrong?

Daddy...

Why're you crying?

I don't like that. What is it?

The surprise. He gave it to me.

What? The divorce is off?

She's pregnant. He promised to leave me.

That bastard.

It's for the best. He's not for you.

But I love him.

You love him. It's late, go to sleep now.

I want to sleep with you.

Sleep with me...

- Who's that? - Maybe it's him.

If it is, I won't see him.

Don't worry.

If it's him, I'll tell him good.

Nathalie is in my room.

I'll come to yours. What number?

Oh? It's late.

I want to. What number?

It's 343.

Later.

Was it him?

Yes. It was him.

What did you say?

I told him to leave you alone.

Calm down, honey. Calm down.

You shouldn't be with a married man.

But I love him.

But it's late. Go to bed.

I'll take you back. You take a sleeping pill.

I want to sleep with you.

You can't. I'll Keep you up. I snore.

Yeah. I'll go sleep with Agnes.

So? Tell me.

I slept with my daughter.

- No. - Yes.

He told her his wife was pregnant.

And the girl?

The girl rang my bell. I was consoling Nathalie.

You'd taken the pill?

I'd taken it, yes.

And you?

Me, too. Before it took effect, Myriam fell asleep in my arms.

I couldn't just wake her.

Boy did I want her.

She's the only one who ever really got me hot.

A news stand.

If Myriam comes to Paris and we go to bed,

I'm going to shoot the wad. Injection and a pill.

Why not?

They're going to rake it in.

More ink than a cure for cancer.

This is a basic human issue.

What're you doing?

Nothing.

Marie.

- What? - Kiss me.

Can we talk?

I'm listening.

Viagra.

What about it?

I got some.

That is Viagra.

Where'd you get it?

In Geneva. Some pharmacies have it.

No prescription?

Paul-Edouard had one. We split it.

I see. And?

I'd like to try tonight.

Yes.

You won't even try?

Just once. Just to see.

To see what?

If I get hard.

You get hard naturally. Hard enough.

For you.

- So this is for you? - For you, too.

If it's for me, I'm fine. I don't need it.

You used to like it.

Don't you desire me anymore?

Do I seem not to?

Then why won't you?

It's not an aphrodisiac. It's medicine.

Read Time. Read Business Week.

Would they do covers on it if it was bogus?

Are you listening?

I'm listening, as always.

In the US over 30 million suffer from erectile dysfunction.

With this, you can have sex at eighty years old and older.

My God.

Read Time.

I have work to do.

They tested it for four years.

Senator Bob Dole,

the former Republican presidential candidate,

was one of 110 volunteers for testing.

He said on TV, on CNN! That it was wonderful.

A fountain of youth. Lyddie agreed.

- Lyddie who? - His wife.

Bob Dole's wife.

She's the president of the American Red Cross.

She said so on CNN. That it was wonderful.

The Red Cross!

Don't believe me? Read Time and Business Week.

I believe you. I don't need to read it.

You want to know?

You do everything you can to turn me off.

Well you turn me off.

You pop your little pill. One hour later, we hump.

I don't make love on appointment, with medical assistance.

I like to do it when I feel it. Naturally.

When desire comes.

It helps. But you need desire.

You have to plan an hour ahead.

That's true.

That alone turns me off.

I shouldn't have told you.

Maybe.

You really won't?

Go ahead. Take your pill. In an hour, fuck me.

What time is it? 10:20.

Fine. Take it. Then fuck me in an hour.

Well go ahead.

For me, a hard-on is a way of talking to you.

I'm listening.

Pariscope please.

- How much? - Three francs.

"Success Bar. For men with more than thirst."

"Love Bar. For men who love women who love men."

What'll you buy me?

- What do you want? - Champagne?

Fine.

Michel, a glass of champagne.

- What's your name? - Claude, and you?

Julie.

You married?

Yes.

- Been here before? - No. First time.

Want me to blow you downstairs?

Buy a bottle of champagne. 1300, plus 1000 for me.

- What's the rush? - Or take me out.

Two bottles of champagne. Plus 2000 for me.

- I'll take you. - Pay up front.

Sure, fine.

Where are we going?

Your place?

No, I live in the suburbs.

How about a sex club?

- You know one? - No.

There's a new one. I'll get the address.

Pay for the drinks and give me my little present.

That's 2600, for two bottles.

Plus 2000 for me. 4600 F.

Tip the bartender?

One more.

You're sweet.

I got it. Ma guy's.

I'll be back. I have to change.

Miss.

I have a date, but I'd rather go with you.

If you say yes, I'll pay her to stay.

Like my ass in this?

Let's go. Back in an hour?

An hour's too short. I just took Viagra.

It takes an hour to take effect.

You too?

Okay. Ninety minutes, 2 more bills.

500 F bills?

Does it work?

I don't know. It's the 1st time.

It had to be with me.

Make an effort.

Sorry, can't let you in.

Why not?

No women in pants.

- I'll take it off. - Sorry.

- What now? - I don't know.

I'll blow you in the car.

- Kiss me. - Oh, stop it.

Drop it.

- You paid. - No big deal. Where to?

What time is it? I better go home. I have my kid.

- Where? - Chatou.

No, too far. I'll put you in a cab. There's a stand there.

Another bill for the cab?

I gave you 3,000. You want more?

Pay for your own cab.

Don't dump me here. There's a line. Take me home.

Asshole! Limp dick!

Go jerk off with Viagra!

Degenerate! Can't get it up without his pill.

Go fuck your wife!

Scumbag!

Limp dick!

Sold, 1100 F for the sandal.

Number 86. Openwork phallus.

French, late 19th-century.

Bidding opens at 2500.

2800.

3000, miss.

3200, sir.

3500, miss?

4000. Who will say more?

Miss, any more?

No? Going once? Twice?

Three times. No regrets?

Sold, 4000 francs.

You wanted it?

- The phallus? - No, me.

Both.

Shall we?

How about a bite to eat? I'm hungry.

- Let's eat in bed. - No. Crumbs.

There's a snack shop next door. Grab a bite, then...

Wait one second.

Waiter.

A knife and some water.

That's good.

Stop, stop.

You're so hard.

Come on top of me. Fuck me.

Got a condom?

- You don't? - I never use them.

I'll see if I have one.

I'm all out.

What do we do?

Go get one.

I'll wait.

I'd like a box of condoms.

Six? Twelve?

Twenty-four?

50, 56, 144?

A single.

You have singles?

One single.

Just one?

I love you.

Me, too.

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