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Jean-Claude Jada, a rich film producer, lives with his family on Cote d'Azur in

France.

Carolina, daughter of Jean-Claude, a sexually disfigured young woman,

together with her brother Philippe, got used to various kinds of sexual

adventures. Of course, most often in love intrigues, Michelle, a real jiggle,

participates. Geraldine came from Paris to visit her uncle and aunt.

On the coast, she meets Philippe, who immediately falls in love with her.

Хотя Джеральдина и не ищет любви, Филипп дает ей то, чего она никогда раньше не

чувствовала.

Тетя предупреждает ее, что Филипп бабник и ловелас.

Тем временем, Мишель представляет новую девушку своей матери Сильвием, а потом

занимается любовью с ней в саду.

Michelle makes a date with Philip.

And they both have such a good time.

And they both decide to start a serious relationship.

They fall in love with each other. And their love for each other makes Philip

imagine her as his future wife.

Actually,

Caroline has a go at him quite often.

Unaware of Sylvia's evil plans, and writing down her head-winding attacks on

fatigue,

they don't realize the strangeness of what's going on. Jean-Claude tries to

understand what's going on with his wife with love and understanding.

She says she has a headache and says she wants to forget about everything.

Jean-Claude предлагает применить его особый способ, который никогда не

подводил

Meanwhile, Charles, the dweller, gets to know that a curious maid is watching her

boss. The price of his silence is quite high, but the modest maid has no choice.

Sylvain tries to convince his son to part with Geraldine, saying that this

girl doesn't love him enough anymore.

Philippe asks his father to talk to Sylvain and make her listen.

Jean-Claude tries, but everything is unsuccessful.

The fact is that only she knows the secret that makes her son's relationship

impossible.

Riviera 3.

In the roles of Angelina Sweet, Pascal St.

James, Susan Strong,

James Brosman,

Ian Scott, Nicky Brown, and others.

Yes? I'm sorry, but I need to talk to you face to face.

It's about my son.

I have an explanation why you can't be together.

Is he at home?

No, he's not. What a pity.

He left.

I really wanted to talk to you both, and that's very important.

Well, then, enter.

Author of the script and director, Pierre Woodman.

Well, what's the matter?

I'm afraid you need to stop seeing each other. It's a vital matter.

You must realize that I, as a mother, don't want my son to be hurt. You talk

about your son and forget that I also have feelings.

I'm part of his life. We love each other.

I shouldn't tell you, but I have no other choice.

He's your brother.

What? He can't be my brother. It's impossible.

It's impossible.

I don't believe it.

My brother? What are you talking about?

Sylvester Stevenson.

Colleague. I'm your mother, Louisa Ground. You have to believe me. I know.

How do you know all that? How do you know this? Come sit by me.

About 20 years ago, I was a real student.

and rented a room with Louise, your mother.

She was married to a British journalist, Sylvester Stevenson, who was never

at home, because of work.

She would get bored,

and since she needed money, she would work on weekends.

Come on, pay up.

Why don't you give me a good show for my money, honey?

That body of yours makes me horny as hell.

Wait.

Don't take that off just yet.

Whatever you want baby.

Hey, let me see a bit more of that beautiful body.

God,

you're making me horny.

Now come over here and suck me off.

Come on, get over here.

Come on.

Show me what you can do.

Oh, that's great.

That's great.

That's marvelous.

You're wonderful.

Yeah, you're great.

That's great, baby.

Now it's time to fuck.

Oh, God.

Oh, please.

Ugh.

Oh.

Oh.

Yeah.

I love you.

That's great.

Look.

Make me come.

Nice to meet you too. And me too.

Thank you.

Bye, sweetheart.

Louise,

you bitch.

I'm sick and tired of seeing you fucking guys in my bed.

What are you talking about? It's my body, and I can do whatever I want with

it. Why do you have to prostitute yourself?

Although I don't care. Look, it's my bed. Remember.

And what?

Remember. If it weren't for me, you would never have settled in this damn

apartment. Maybe.

But for now, it's my bed.

I'm tired of seeing different men every day. I can't invite anyone to visit

because Louisa is having a fight with another guy.

Let me be a bitch better than sitting all day at home waiting for my husband

to wipe his fat ass with a chair. Talking to you is like talking to a

wall. I'd better go to town.

You can go wherever you want.

You'll still be a miserable, frigid bitch who won't even let you hold a

penis in your hands.

That's absolutely true.

And that's the way it was every day.

Every day.

It was very difficult for me. And one day I decided to prove to her that I'm

not frigid.

I made a stupid mistake.

Now I understand it, but then I didn't understand it.

No, it's bad. I can't believe you, dear.

It's true.

It's bad.

Sir, what do I owe you? A second.

Two drinks, 109.

Okay. No tax. Take it.

Thank you.

No, no. Oh.

Well, come again.

Bye. Bye.

Damn, it's boring here.

Hi, how are you?

Fine, and you?

Yes, I'm fine.

Glad to see you.

Hello, dude.

For you. And for you.

My God.

Look.

What a chick, huh?

Yes, cool.

I would now...

I don't know.

Isn't it hot in the coat?

Hello.

What would you like to drink?

Champagne. Did you win the lottery?

No, I'm in debt.

You'll need money.

I'm sure someone of your friends will take care of it. They're not as bankrupt

as you. Does anyone want to pay, boys?

You must be kidding.

I'm ready.

Don't worry.

For two.

Will you pay?

Of course, no problem.

Are you sure?

Of course.

Good, here's champagne.

The best I've got.

Excellent.

Okay, so this glass.

Thank you.

Believe me, it's great.

You think she'll fill two?

Everything will be fine.

Of course, let's drink to your health.

Cool girl.

I'll go with him. Sure.

Here's to your health.

Thanks.

Thanks for the champagne, boys.

I'll join you. Be my guest.

Thanks. Have a seat.

Wow. Thank you.

Okay, bottoms up. I know.

Cheers.

Thank you.

Oh, darn.

It's empty.

Let's have fun.

Come on. Which one are you going to go first?

My friend says I'm pretty good.

But she's wrong.

I've got four. You're here.

I've got four. You're here. Ta-da! Ta-da!

Ta-da!

Baby, why don't you do something for me too?

God, man, this is... Oh, baby, it's okay.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Keep on sucking.

Hurry up, man. We all want to go.

What a bitch.

No.

Oh, yeah.

No. No.

Come on, come on, make way.

Keep on sucking.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh.

Thank you.

Help!

Help!

Oh, yeah, that's great.

Keep on, baby.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, it's okay.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, God.

Oh.

Thank you.

After a few days, she invited me to her lover's house.

Тогда я этого не знала.

Но потом...

Ну,

как тебе дом?

Отлично, говорю тебе. Я пригласила подругу. Она тебе обязательно

понравится. Фильвиан.

Фильвиан? Это Жан-Клод. Надеюсь, вы подружитесь.

Hi, Sylvan. Pleasure.

Really?

Really. Really?

Let's go for a walk.

Sure, go right ahead.

He was about 30

years old and a man of about 30 years.

I fell in love with him.

He was married and lived in that house with his wife.

In travels, he often met with Louise.

They slept everywhere, wherever they could.

Upstairs, downstairs, everywhere.

Incredible.

And I was going crazy for him.

But he only wanted her.

Your mother didn't really care much about it.

For Louise, it was only about money and sex.

She used to love the pool.

And they used to go there.

Oh my God.

I'm sorry.

That's it.

I don't know what happened.

It was crazy. He filed for a divorce.

He filed for a divorce. He filed for a divorce.

He filed for a divorce. He filed for a

divorce.

How could he have done that? I was her friend.

As time went by, I loved him so much.

He just ignored me.

And that complicated thing

What are you doing here?

Didn't I tell you to stay away from Geraldine? What are you doing here?

Didn't I tell you to stay away from Geraldine? What are you doing here?

Didn't I tell you to stay away from Geraldine?

I'm sorry it turned out like this.

Everything will be fine.

Don't worry.

Okay, I'm fine.

Everything's fine. No, my head hurts.

Excuse me.

Are you all right?

What is going on? Why is everyone silent?

Shut up and eat.

I think you better go, Marie.

Oh, hell.

I'm going to watch TV.

God damn.

What is going on with you? Why are you sitting and silent?

Explain something to me.

I can't understand you.

I don't even know what's going on. Why don't you ask your father? Maybe he can

tell you what's going on. You know very well what's going on. Do you think it's

nice to behave like this day after day?

I'm sick and tired of listening to your stupid arguments. I'm going to bed.

You know perfectly well why.

So now you want to blame it all on me, right?

Listen, I don't understand you. You seem to be against your son.

I don't understand why.

It's beyond me.

You know exactly why.

You know I love him and I just want to help him. I just can't let him fall in

love with the first girl he met on his way, you know?

I want to say only one thing.

Philippe is a good guy and he doesn't deserve it.

Just like Geraldine.

Don't forget, I'm his mother. And I'm ready for anything, as long as he's

happy. Just let me do it.

Don't get involved, okay?

I hope you're right.

But remember, he's still young.

Hello, Charles.

What are you up to today?

Who are your friends?

I thought you were coming with me today.

Well, my friends came unexpectedly and asked me to play cards.

If you let me finish, I promise I'll come to you today.

Well, if you want to play cards, why don't you take me to your place?

oh oh

um um

Thank you.

Thank you.

Oh. Oh.

Mm.

oh oh

Oh, God.

oh my god

Oh.

Mm-mm.

Thank you.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

I love

you.

Just look at you. What?

Are you okay now?

Yeah.

Did you sleep well?

Yeah. Okay, thank you.

Not right now. I don't feel like it right now.

Is there anything wrong?

No. I just have to leave this all. You understand.

Good morning, Sylvia. Good morning, Geraldine. Have a seat.

Thanks.

How about some coffee? I'm already on my seat. No, thank you. I really need it.

I'm not thinking about thinking.

The story is so weird, and I can't sleep at night. I just think about it all the

time. Oh, gee, I'm sorry.

But I thought you should know what to think of your future children.

There's still a lot more that I've told you, and I'd like to know more. I want

to know everything about my biological mother and my only father, who was a

military correspondent.

One day, your mother received a letter that said that her husband got into a

hospital in London after a mine explosion and that she should go there

immediately.

I was there that day, too.

Hello, Sylvia. Hi. You must have had a great evening yesterday. You look great.

Yeah, I did.

It's for you.

Thank you.

Let's see.

Where's Jean-Claude? He has a business meeting in New York.

These trips are so boring.

Do you have any news from your husband?

No, he hasn't come back yet. I'm getting a little tired of all this.

I wish he would come home.

What would happen with Jean-Claude?

I would keep on seeing him.

What is it?

My... What is it?

What happened?

Oh, my goodness.

I don't worry.

He's strong. He'll be all right. But his legs!

His legs!

You'll have to take care of him. I'm sure he'll be all right.

He's dying.

He's going to be okay. He's going to be okay.

He's going to be okay. He's going to be okay. He's going to be okay.

He's going to be okay.

He's going to be

okay.

What, Louisa?

Would you please hand this letter to Jean-Claude? I'll leave it right here.

I have to go now. Come on.

Okay.

Be okay.

Bye. Bye.

When he got back,

I told him that she was married and that she needed to spend the weekend with her

husband.

Anybody at home?

Sylvain? Louisa?

I'm over here, Jean-Claude.

How's it going? Good.

Hey, I'm back.

Good.

And Louisa?

She's not here. What's the problem?

What?

Where is she?

I'm afraid I have bad news for you.

I should have told you before, but I couldn't. And now I have no choice.

You're not going to like it.

Louise is married.

I'm really sorry.

And now she's with him. Louise is married?

She never told me that.

Only I knew that.

But I couldn't tell you.

No, I can't believe this. Lord, no, I can't believe this. Why did she leave?

Why?

Because her husband called and insisted that they spend the whole weekend

together in London.

But don't get mad at me.

I'm not the one who's been fooling you all this time. No, but you knew about

it. I did?

It's all your fault. Listen to me.

Forget me.

Listen to me.

He was furious.

I understand him. Because he divorced his wife not knowing that Louisa was

married. He hated me and the whole world. That night he drank a lot.

Oh, this looks nice.

Oh.

Oh, come here.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, you're nice.

I have a job for you down there.

Oh.

Oh.

Mmm.

Oh. Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Mom.

Come here and let me suck your tits.

Oh. Oh.

Thank you.

um um

I'm sorry.

Whatever you want.

Oh.

I love you.

I don't know what happened after that, but he came home very drunk. I was

already asleep and didn't wait for him.

As you can imagine, I didn't know what to do.

What happened?

Look at the time. It's not too late.

Well, I think you'd better come to bed.

I'll give you a little massage.

No,

leave. I'm tired.

Tired? Leave me alone.

You're hopeless.

Good night,

dear. You'll feel better in the morning.

I'll see to it.

It's me, Sylvan. How are you, Louise?

Well, not too well.

I'm afraid my husband is getting worse and worse.

I can't leave him here alone.

He needs constant care.

But I'm also worried about Jean-Claude, because in the letter I wrote that I'm

only leaving for a couple of days, but apparently I'm going to have to stay

here. What can I do?

He's not back yet.

I'm worried.

Well, don't worry.

I'll make something up. Could you cover up for me? Yeah.

Of course.

Right, right. Don't worry.

I'll take care of everything. Don't worry about it. The most important thing

is for your husband to get better, okay?

Okay. I really appreciate you.

You're a real friend.

What would I do without you?

Bye. Bye.

Bye.

Hi. Do you have a pen and paper?

I want to write a letter to you. I appreciate it.

Good. Thank you.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Would you like some coffee?

Yeah, thanks.

I'd really appreciate it.

Here's your coffee.

Thanks, Sylvan. What is it?

It's very important.

Well, you know what I mean.

Okay,

I'll give it to her. Okay.

And as you know, I really miss Louise.

After she left, I got confused about everything. I love her.

Of course, I understand.

I knew you'd understand. Of course.

I have to go, okay? Yes.

Okay,

I'll be back in about ten days.

Okay, bye.

Have a nice trip.

See you.

Would you give this to her?

Don't worry, I'll give it to her.

A week later,

he came back home.

I told him that she didn't come back, that she was probably still with her

husband, and that she didn't give a damn about him. After those words, he got

even more angry.

Now I understand that he did something stupid.

I made so many mistakes in my life, and I paid a lot for them.

I tried to make up for all the pain. He rejected me.

But he rejected me because he loved your mother very much. He fell into

depression, drank and didn't know what to do next.

I'm looking, but it doesn't do anything to me right now.

What do you guys think?

Well, I would give them the heat.

Well, come on, baby, come on.

Move.

Look at her.

What a butt and tits.

I pass, guys.

Sorry, but I'm not in the mood.

I'm in a bad mood today.

Come on, dude, come on.

No, guys, no.

How cool are they, huh? Just look.

No, don't. Get your hands off me.

No, no.

Go away.

Guys, I'm going.

Who's first?

Me? Oh, you go right ahead. I'll go.

Now.

I'm going to have a bit of that.

Oh.

No.

Mmm.

Thank you.

Hey, baby.

Come on over here for a minute. Come on.

Hey.

I got my cock all hot for you. Come here.

Get close and get hot.

Thank you.

Thank you.

No.

um

I told him he doesn't want to see her anymore.

Hello?

Sylvia? Did Jean-Claude get better?

Yes, he has, but I'm afraid he won't want to talk to you again.

Did he tell you that?

I'm afraid so.

I can understand that. Well, it's been a while.

I'm so sorry.

No problem.

Okay. Bye.

Jean-Claude?

Hello. Do you have news from Louise?

Yes, she called a few days ago and said she doesn't want to see you anymore. Why

does she do that?

I don't know.

I can't believe it.

Come. Come inside with me. You look tired.

And he stayed with me.

We got married.

I just wanted to tell you that I'm waiting for a baby.

But don't worry, my husband will never find out that he's not the real father

of this baby.

I'll never know what happened between Jean-Claude and me, and that the baby is

not his, but Jean-Claude's.

Don't worry, don't worry.

I know he's happy.

Two years later, she called me and told me again that the girl was named

Geraldine.

At the time, I was also waiting for a baby.

Who is it?

Louisa. How are you?

I'm fine.

I'm incredibly well, thanks. I'm in my 8th month of pregnancy, can you imagine?

And I have a daughter, Geraldine.

Geraldine, that's a beautiful name.

And I'm going to have a boy, I'm going to call him Philip.

I'm very happy for you. Who am I? And really, I owe it all to you. I've got to

run. Bye.

Bye.

Now you understand why I did that.

I was supposed to protect my son and myself from shame and humiliation.

I'm sorry that it all happened like that.

But I was supposed to tell you. I'm so sorry.

You shouldn't meet Philip anymore.

You understand that.

You can't have common children.

I'm begging you.

I don't get it. I think I need to talk to my mother. You understand?

Talk to your mother.

Hello.

Hello, darling.

Where were you? I was with Geraldine. Didn't I ask you to stay away from her?

Let me explain.

She called me and asked for a meeting.

You? Yes. She called me and said she really wanted to talk.

I wonder what.

As I suspected, her mother was my friend.

What? We studied together many years ago.

What are you talking about? You have to believe me. It's true.

Geraldine is my friend's daughter.

What?

More than that, she's married.

You have to believe me. She doesn't love you. Leave me alone. She loves her

husband. Leave me alone. But Michelle, darling, you must believe me. I'm

telling you, darling, you must believe me.

Hello? Well, finally.

I've been waiting to hear from you for two weeks. You made me nervous.

Where have you been? You left me stranded, you know.

Well, look, I didn't forget about you.

You know how I work. I'm a hurricane. No rest.

Well, forgive me, okay?

I mean, you know I love you.

You know.

I mean, can we meet today?

Why must it be today?

And where's your please?

If you want to see me today, ask me about it. Then please come.

Okay.

Yeah,

okay. Are you really coming?

Are you really serious?

Yeah, I'm waiting for you.

I really missed you.

And you miss me very much?

Of course I did, but you hadn't called me for so long. I thought maybe you had

found someone else.

Please give me all your calm, baby.

Come on, baby.

Oh. Oh.

Geraldine, darling.

Oh, my baby.

I'm so happy to see you again, honey.

What's the matter?

Did something happen? No.

Geraldine. Tell me about it. What is it?

I met a guy, and I fell in love with him.

His name is Philip Jeddah. Geraldine, what is Geraldine? Your father got you

pregnant.

Who did that?

He did.

But it was years ago.

Geraldine, it's not you.

Come on, I'll explain.

Yes, I did have an affair with Jean-Claude many years ago. And yes, I

got pregnant from him.

But you're not the father.

Your father is Sylvester Stevenson, an Englishman.

When he got hit by a mine explosion, I immediately went to London.

And there I found out that I was pregnant.

When I saw him in the hospital, I realized that I still love him very much

and I can't give birth to a child from another man.

That's why I decided to have an abortion. I didn't tell anyone because I

was afraid to tell anyone. It would be very painful if he found out.

When he got out of the hospital, we began to love again and soon you were

born.

Mom, I'm so happy!

My baby,

I'm so sorry.

What do you want?

I need to just go home, okay? Why don't you go home? I don't want to talk to you

now. You order me, okay? Go to

hell. Please open the door.

What more do you want?

Just open the door.

Listen,

I know you have a husband.

No, I don't. I don't have a husband.

I've never had one. You have to believe me. I don't care.

Now I know everything.

Not a drop of truth.

Mom told me everything.

I know you have a husband. I'm not married. Believe me. She made it all up

because of a stupid mistake my mom made many years ago.

I can't believe it.

I mean, my mother told me.

She made it up.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Let's go.

Well, that's it.

I'm so glad you finally got to talk to your mother.

I'm so glad, believe me.

I love you.

Now we have nothing to worry about.

Mmm, ah!

Oh, God.

Thank you.