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Previously on Les Garçons de Chambre

My name is Leopold D’Arpajon and I’m sort of a therapist.

Have a preference?

A specialized therapist.

Actually we’re wondering where you’re getting the money from.

Tips.

Seriously you have to tell me how you do it.

Nobody know my vice. Except…

Thank you.

Listen Jean-Paul.

Leopold!

Yeah same thing.

I have a client for you downstairs.

Sorry, I have a meeting with the goose that lays golden eggs.

She’ll have to be patient.

You have to replace me.

I can’t miss this meeting.

Is there a problem?

I’m going to disappear.

You see that uninspiring boy ?

That’s Kevin.

Pretty cute, but dumb as a rock

pretty funny, but boring.

Pretty nice, but mostly a mascot for girls

He’s sexy, but nothing more.

Hi Kevin.

Hi Dad, how are you?

He’s nonetheless recognized for his campaigns on behalf of Dior, Chanel, Hermes.

Recognized, but totally uninspiring

Her, his mom, his agent Jessica.

She spends most of her time applying makeup,

carmine lipstick

black mascara, powder.

All the ingredients in hand to mask defectsand to shine.

Your son had a beautiful photoshoot this morning.

There was this model, Victor, he was all over Mom. It was hilarious.

Oh yea?

He’s a child. Have you ordered?

No. What would you like?

I’m not too hungry, a Get 27 will be enough.

You look wonderful tonight.

As always, Franck.

No, not always.

At what time does your plane leave?

Seven.

Your driver’s taking you?

Yes.

And where did you say you were going again ? How long?

Five months, if all goes well.

I suppose your secretary booked the room?

Yes.

For two…

There you go, you happy?

We can’t all three of us sit together without you making a scene.

How many times do I have to tell you? It wasn’t my fault. She walked in the wrong room.

Oh, excuse me Mr. Coste, sorry to bother you,

I have a problem with the D’Arpajon accounts.

She’s a nitwit.

Total idiot.

What’s this secretary cliche you’re pulling on me?

The same cliche you’re making of me.

The Costes have everything going for them. Well, almost everything.

They’re fetching, in fine health, and well connected.

But they are incapable of loving each other.

Allo Léo?

Bye.

So how does this work? I bang you, then you cuff me?

Hi, you’ve reached Leo’s mobile, please leave a message.

Kevin.

Kevin.

Kevin! Take off your headphones.

What?

I’m off to meet a friend, what are you doing?

I’m staying here.

Excuse me?

Oh my god, enough, go to your damn party.

Oy, you wouldn’t have a smoke?

Hello…

Is Giovanni with you?

Nope.

Can you go to Leo’s room?

There should be something on his tablet, a website, something like that.

The password is my Dad’s name, Charles.

Yea yea ok.

What you doing? Working?

Uh, yea, working.

Raph, please hurry man.

Yea, no problem. See you later.

Good evening, Jennifer.

Mrs Coste!

How are you?

I reserved my usual table, and I would like someone to…

Yes, I’m very sorry Mrs Coste, but we had some disturbance this evening

But don’t worry, I’m taking care of everything before leaving.

You may have a drink at the bar. On us, of course.

Thank you Jennifer.

You’re very welcome, Mrs Coste. Have an excellent evening at The Galantin…

Bitch.

I swear, it’s crazy…

Waiter, please.

We’ll do another round of the same.

How does this work? I bang you, then you cuff me?

I’m not like the other gigolos…

Leo, what the fuck did you do?

Escort Boy

But I only do the masculine type.

So… you accompany men?

That’s right. To the museum, a night out at a restaurant, the opera… or even shopping!

And… that’s it?

If you want me to go home with you,

that’s not officially part of my services.

More like, an agreement between you… and me.

So, do I pay you before going in the room… or after?

He is my shadow.

The tortured one.

The one who lived his life by proxy.

He never knew how to live like me,

flaunting the rules and seizing life fully.

He is the manchild.

The repressed, dreaming secretly of acting out.

Yes, I’m just touching up a room and I’ll be right there.

Is Bryan eat something ?

Aisha, I’ll be a little late, call you right back.

But, how…

I mean, I saw you leave…

I’m so happy you’re here!

I mean, you were going to talk, I didn’t want to go down with you, you know?

Yea…

Because, you and me, we’re a little like…

Bonnie and Clyde, or, you know…

Thelma and Louise.

Tic and Tac. We’re like Tic and Tac.

Well then, you look good.

You’re perfect.

Are you wearing contacts?

No.

Yes…

Sometimes…

I mean always…

Yes. Right. Ok.

The Golden Hen is waiting for you.

Pardon?

The Golden Hen ! She’s been waiting for an hour, table 101.

Well what are you waiting for? Move!

Yes, uh, ma’m.

Jean Paul ?

Leopold ?

Yes?

No, nothing.

Leopold, what are you doing? The Hen is waiting.

The truth is that you don’t find love.

Love doesn’t resemble a chivalrous man, running to our tableside with a rose in between his teeth.

Love is not to be waited on.

It is always there, within every one of us.

You just have to want to open it.

We are the merchants of love

we offer the grandest dreams and the most vicious desires.

We are sex’s diabolical conscience.

Cupids…

Go easy…

You’re a virgin?

Our job is to accompany a client from point A to spot G.

Kevin, how old are you?

I’m ready, do it.

But everything that happens in a room follows from a choice between two consenting adults.

No encounter’s too late.