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Subtitles generated by - LustyCinema.li This is your famous Flemish painter.

He was born in Brussels in 1618.

And he died in Goa at the age of 46.

Do you realize?

He died in the 17th century in India.

I love the way they curse the Indians.

He painted this painting in Rome. He was 30 years old.

He painted the low-ranges, the lousy areas.

And it was his time, Bamboccianti.

He was making the Brinque in Rome with the bad boys.

Yes, he was the protector of the Pope's nephew.

That's why he was able to paint things like that.

The Pope's nephew?

Yes, Prince Pampili.

Ah, look at his torso, his thighs.

He often painted men who undressed.

Oh, that's too much.

I like men's buttocks.

By the way, it's the subject of my exhibition.

The male eroticism at Cerce.

How can I help you?

I'm going to the first floor, stairs A.

We're waiting for you.

Yes, because I have the code.

Very well, go ahead.

Thank you.

This is Malina,

Denise's girlfriend.

I warn you, I'm not going to stay long.

It's okay, if you want.

Your apartment is beautiful.

Yes, we're lucky.

Here, try it.

In your texts to Denise, you don't imagine like that?

Less white, less big.

White? You don't want to say pale, do you?

You have to stand out in the sun.

What do you want?

No, rather to ask you the question.

I think you want impossible things.

You're wrong. Coffee, tea?

Whisky, coke?

That's it.

I'm a very sensitive soul.

I need to be accompanied by a strong man.

Denis doesn't look like it, but when he dances, he's extraordinary.

His body moves like a woman doing a striptease.

You can't imagine.

Sometimes I wonder.

You're not indifferent, are you?

You say that, it's...

It's not true.

It's direct.

Why not say things?

These are words that we say.

Not things.

Yes, but when it's true, we have to say what we feel.

It's simple.

After that, there's no time.

You must be right.

But it would make a big difference.

I tell you my habits.

What I've learned.

Yes, but it's already changed.

You have a wife.

And Denis, all of a sudden, you want him.

If you like it, I can offer it to you.

No. Why? I won't read it.

You're so clear.

You invited him to dinner.

With Paula? I invited her to have dinner with all three of us.

Yes, but at home, without me.

I didn't know you existed.

What did you want to do with Denis?

He told Paula that he had to see a girl.

It didn't seem serious. I didn't know you were in a relationship.

Denis, please, be careful with that, I don't agree.

I see that.

Denis, he says when he's there, you come and look at him for hours without your wife.

Tell me, he tells you a lot of things, Denis.

You know, if you freak him out, you'll end up making him run away.

Denis, I don't ask him questions, he tells me everything.

He tells you that he changes in front of us when he's done,

that he suddenly takes away his work,

that he gets naked in front of Paula and me.

Be careful with that, I don't agree.

I know, you already told me.

I don't agree that you do things with Denis.

I told you that you were going crazy.

I don't want that.

I would like you to make love to Paula in front of me.

How old am I?

What do you mean? How old are you, old man?

I, Denis, I want him to have a child.

He can't?

Yes, of course, he will have a child.

But his seed is not for you.

She's a beautiful woman. She doesn't like it.

She can't have a child anymore.

Of course not.

Denis, he doesn't want her.

I assure you that when he took a shower, she was looking at him.

Yes, yes, I assure you.

What do you want? It's not Denis who asked you to come, is it?

You give me 500 euros and Denis fucks you.

I don't care how we can convince you.

I don't believe you.

I've never touched a man's sex.

For 1000 euros, you have both of us.

500, but I watch him fuck you.

If not, I only watch.

You don't participate separately, it's a thousand if I'm here.

16 years! Denis comes alone and he doesn't give a shit.

You don't touch them, you don't participate.

We have a deal.

Tomorrow at 2 o'clock, is that okay?

Or tomorrow at 4 o'clock maybe.

Okay, tomorrow, Sunday at 4 o'clock.

Can I kiss you?

No, it's not possible, you want everything, you...

Because if we give you everything, then we'll have nothing left.

Nothing left, but why nothing?

Why for nothing?

Nothing has changed when you get what you want, then you won't want it anymore.

Why do you say that?

Because I know men like you.

No, it's not true. First of all, we're not just the two of us.

There's Paula, there's Dennis.

Exactly. Tomorrow, at four o'clock, Dennis comes to kiss Paula, and it's 500 euros.

Pay now.

You're busy.

I didn't choose the right book before.

No, but there are treasures in all books.

Servat, Mr. Razal. Please, meet me.

It's a Persian proverb.

The fortune is like a gazelle.

Give him the serviette.

Dry his back.

You know, Jean,

I still love your sex.

But now,

I prefer that of Denis.

Sorry, but I told the truth.

I'm glad I read Diderot,

your phrase terrifies me.

Why Diderot?

Because he also nicknamed himself Denis.

It's cruel.

It's something that surpasses me. It's a natural fact.

I still desire you.

I will always love you.

Me too, Jean.

Come, look.

This beautiful offer and this tender finger.

And the transparency of this flesh.

It's because I talked to Malina.

Talk to her.

Is that all you did?

You know, being measured by someone else is a hanty that goes back to the boy's childhood.

Yes, but I didn't say that I loved him. I said that I preferred his sex, I didn't say that I preferred him.

Yes, I know, we lived together.

While you were taking our pleasure, guys.

It's not until I took pleasure that I was relieved of the weight of grief that you gave me.

I've always dreamed of having one, we can go everywhere with that.

But it's broken now.

But I can repair it at the workshop.

Look, it works for half a month.

Leave it on the table in my office, or maybe in the little drawer on the right.

Or during the exhibition, in the gallery, on the table.

I'm late.

It smells good.

What is it?

A brouillade au mauril.

The favorite dish of d'Alembert.

You always know how to do incredible things.

I like to make you happy.

Fortunately, you arrive because it's just a minute away.

Otherwise, it looks like a failed omelette.

I wanted to read you a text.

I thought about it all night long.

In Diderot.

The dream of d'Alembert.

Julie de l'Espinasse is in her room, in the presence of two men.

Her lover, Dallambert, who fell asleep, and their friend, a doctor, Dr Bordeaux.

She tells Bordeaux that Dallambert has masturbated,

wandering about the generation and evolution of species.

that he was red,

that she was looking for his skin,

that she didn't find his hand,

that he had a concussion.

And she talks about his mouth,

between open and closed,

his breathless breath.

She explains that he was all mute,

without knowing why,

that his heart was beating,

that it was not a fear.

Poor little cat.

And then?

This 18th century text, passively licentious, enlightens you?

Do the past loves help us in the passions we live in today?

Are the stories of books, books?

Have you read The Princess of Cleves, Madame Deux or even India Song?

Of course.

Are you better armed or just less happy if you suddenly like someone who doesn't like you?

I don't know, I don't think so.

Today we have a recourse to pornography, the internet has generalized it.

So if the representation of the same repetitive acts excites us and soothes us,

maybe older sexual stories can help too?

I don't know, because women don't have the same relationship to pornography.

Men in movies have bigger limbs than me.

There was no more performance.

I look at them and I'm really not angry.

And yet, in spite of everything, your little sentence from yesterday

stung me very badly.

I don't give up.

Pornography, the dream of D'Alembert, doesn't take a vaccine.

I didn't know that my little sentence would hurt you so much.

It was great, that damn thing.

I didn't know you would like it.

Neither did I.

It's true, we're far from literature.

I don't know.

Maybe we're in the writing of a story.

Denis' interventions are precisely set up with Malina.

You pay her and she comes.

It's incredible.

I imagine that the first time you gave her the money,

you were told that you would never see her again.

First time, second time, it's the third transaction, without accro...

Without accro, but not without who.

The next time, she will have to come with him.

That we are all four of us.

Do you have a script?

Yes, to put to the test.

With her?

With him too.

No, no, no.

Of course yes.

No, I will not touch the sex of this man.

You don't like the sex of this man, do you?

You'll die of envy.

Supposedly, I won't give you this pleasure.

Jean, these things of sex, as you know, are frankly without incidence.

They have their own rules.

It is in their world that I said that I would prefer the sex of Denis.

In real life, you know well, it has no reality, it has no meaning.

It's still disturbing to go from the real life to this world of desiring ropes and sex trained.

I'm asking you if we're as indignant as you think we are.

Probably not.

You're jealous of some caresses I don't give you.

No, but it's unexpected. And the fact that you're an observer...

It's because I made you look at the happiness that Diderot speaks of.

Diderot was a great manipulator.

Yes, nothing more than being a getter, a side character,

a facilitator of the action of two others.

In a word, a voyeur.

In our apartment, there is no bathroom.

Since I arrived in France, it's the first time I take a bath.

But every time you want to take a bath, you have to tell me.

My mother took me to a woman's hammam.

To Jolfa.

To the hammam? To Jolfa?

It's a neighborhood in Ispán.

To the hammam?

As it was very hot.

Suzanne decided to take a bath in the garden water.

She asked her little one to bring her something to wash herself, to perfume herself and to close the doors of the garden.

But there were two old ladies who were hiding in the garden.

Bravo! But how do you know that?

You know the Bible.

The Bible? Are you a Christian? Are there Christians in Iran?

Yes, there are not many of us, but we stay calm.

Why do you want to know?

I don't know anything about you, not even where you come from.

My parents are the Albanians of America, that's how they are called.

They left Albania in July by boat, thanks to the French embassy in Tirana.

Because the army is shooting at the people in Tirana.

And the grids of the US embassy are too long.

But that's where they want it.

My mother has a guitar, and she sings.

She sings very well.

And she wants to go to the forest to be a singer.

But she can't get to the US.

They are more than 500.

And Albania, I remember the day we used to live there.

But France separates them.

It puts them in camps on the right and left.

My mother is in Mourmelon.

Mourmelon, in a military camp.

And there she meets my father.

They decide to go together.

They take a train without a ticket.

And my father is afraid to be controlled.

The Red Cross is there for them in the East Coast.

Then they go to the US Embassy.

You mean in Tirana?

No, in Paris.

Fuck, I'm telling you the story of my mother and my father and you don't listen to me.

Yes, yes, yes, I listen to you.

No, you don't listen to me.

Why are you dressing up?

You, do you have any friends?

I'm old.

You're beautiful.

Stop looking.

Go back to your bike.

I'm going to mass.

You think it's stupid?

No, not at all.

On the contrary.

Can I tell you a secret?

Jean doesn't know.

Now too.

I'm going to mass in secret.

He doesn't ask you where you're going on Sunday mornings.

I go on Saturday at 4pm, or at 6pm, there are two on Saturday.

I think I'm at the museum.

Do you want me to go with you on Saturday?

Why not?

Too bad dad, I finish very late.

We'll go on Sunday together, but be careful, I won't go to the men.

We go from the United States to the U.S., to Paris, to Tirana, everywhere.

Golden gates to keep the entry of the door of America.

I remember that the French people were proud to welcome the Albanians,

but the Albanians didn't care much about France.

But they don't want to stay in France, they want visas for America.

How old is your mother?

31 years old.

My mother is an accountant at a factory in June.

In Nice?

She says to the French police,

I am an accountant, we are workers.

We show her that her luggage is just that.

Her clothes and her guitar.

She doesn't want to stay in France?

He didn't call me the Spanish police when he said that.

He said...

Hello, Mr. Carnet. Here, it's a package for you.

Thank you.

You never ask me for anything anymore.

Excuse me?

You know how to sell small works. I'm always available, you know that.

Oh, that's nice of you, Mr. Renaud.

To the service.

Thank you.

Have a good day.

I don't have my book.

Well, when your book is going to be published, the editor sends the last corrections.

So this is the book you wrote?

Mr. Writer, essayist...

Professor, not exactly, I'm a hydro specialist.

Do you have money with your book?

A little.

For me, work is with my hands.

Hello, yes, yes, yes, it's me. Excuse me?

No, no, I don't want to invest in the Biharit port.

Yes, excuse me? No sir, sir, no, I suspect it's an exceptional product.

Sir, you're talking about defunding me, but that's something I don't even think about.

No, never.

And if I want to stay in Biarritz, I'll go to the hotel, in the city centre.

Why do you want me to buy a villa at the port of Biarritz, far away from Biarritz?

Not at all in Biarritz.

Excuse me?

No, no, no, sir, but I have nothing to do with the Gov of Arcand, here.

Yes, no, I hate that.

And the Gov is for people who are not interested in anything,

except, precisely, defiscalisation.

Please, don't call me anymore, forget my number.

There, goodbye.

Why don't you want to buy the house in Biarritz?

Are you kidding?

It's beautiful Biarritz.

You know Biarritz?

We were there last summer with Malina.

We slept at the campsite, not far away.

Also on the beach.

Oh yeah, you slept at Biarritz's door.

Why aren't you nice to the guy on the phone?

Not nice, but I should have hung up on him right away.

You are despicable.

Can you imagine the life he has all day long?

To call people on the phone like you, insulting.

But don't you want me to buy a villa or the door of Biarritz while we're at it?

To please him.

To me? To Marina, to Paula?

Like a surprise.

The four of us on holiday in Biarritz.

In the house you buy.

Me, the day, I'm going to surf.

I go home.

You made the kitchen.

And I leave for the evening waves.

There are beautiful waves there, Biarritz, it's good.

Yeah, Biarritz is good.

What are you talking about?

It was just a bother on the phone.

A useless phone call.

I shouldn't have even answered.

And you, you're talking about cooking for Biarritz?

The reason we bother on the phone is an occasion.

We dream of going on vacation to Biarritz.

Who knows how many prospectuses I receive per day?

Here, look.

The Jardin de la Classe.

Palm trees, development.

Resorts of prestige in the great South of Marocain.

A resort, in French.

I don't get any prospectus, they don't call me.

I don't have the money for that.

That's not my life.

Don't you want me to buy a villa or a garden of the Atlas?

No, I like to be lucky.

It's our bedroom.

It's the old private hotel of Montesquieu.

But be careful, there are ghosts.

But the light hunts the ghosts.

Come on.

It's pretty.

I would love to know so much about painting.

But I'm preparing an exhibition on an forgotten painter from the 17th century

who was very outspoken. He was surrounded by boys.

Maybe not!

And then one day, God suddenly fell on him.

And he saw it as a new start.

I never wear fur.

This one has always been in the closet.

That's good. Can I try it on again?

Yes, yes, yes, yes. Try it on.

And you see, my painter got on board with missionaries to the East.

A new youth.

Are you coming?

Well, because boys with boys, girls with girls.

You've never seen yourself so well dressed?

You're so funny.

To look at her, your whole world is away from me.

Ah, do you remember?

Did she give it to you?

Paula is a generous woman.

And I take it off so as not to frown.

But you're not going to stay dressed up.

Oh well, we'll see.

I may be more naked than naked.

Ah Jean, there's some change.

She shaved her cat.

Oh, but how do you know that?

It's something we know.

Oh, Denis knows things.

It's an animal.

He's very strong.

But you didn't do that!

You did that!

We were in the bathroom together.

I didn't think it was possible.

She asked me to do it like me.

Yes, I don't know what he taught me.

But I did it because I always did it.

I'm glad you did it.

I thought you'd like it.

Really? You think I like little girls?

Well, no, it's not about that, but...

We like hair, we're from a generation that likes hair, it's more exciting.

It's disgusting, hair.

Girls born after the 90s always cut their hair.

Obviously, it comes from the internet, from porn, it comes from American whores!

American whores!

And Parisian whores, they shaved their beards.

And in porn movies, girls started doing the same.

Young people look at this, and they think it's like that, they think it's the truth.

Now all the people put their debates online.

And then it's the most spontaneous, it's innocent.

There is no professional.

Yes, we have the right notion, we do it like that.

Tell me, I hope he didn't completely exhaust you.

I'm young, don't be afraid.

I didn't enjoy it.

Oh really?

Yes, and a discovery with him.

He sucked me.

It's incredible how much I felt useful.

To finally have the impression of being used for something.

To be only an axiom actioned by a piston.

I am, so I am, so I am, so I am, so I am, so I am, so I am.

In this case, here is the girl and here is the boy.

The girl and the boy.

I picked a word and an axiom.

With my friend, we agreed to have relationships with a couple.

Because we like them.

We wanted to.

That's all?

This couple, are they your age?

No, they are older.

Did you meet them on the Internet?

No, for real.

Are they neighbors?

My friend, his company was doing work at their place.

These people, are they made to make love?

We always take care not to make ourselves an object,

not to become the object of the other, of his pleasure.

In fact, our body does not belong to us completely.

Everything with us, we took pleasure, we did not hurt anyone.

Do you believe?

Well, talk about it in confession then.

Shut up about my heart.

Of us is sacred.

Your Chaldean Church says it through these icons, pleasure is also sacred.

It is necessary to forget it.

Ramis, if he loves you, must protect you from wild beasts.

Sex cannot keep all promises.

One can make his body lie.

He is so ready to say his need for the other, the others.

Where were you? I'm hungry, I don't want to eat.

When I got out of bed.

I woke up and you left.

On Sunday, you went to the mass.

It's 3 o'clock, it's been a long time since the mass.

Then I saw the river, we were talking.

With the bee you were talking?

Yes, I confessed all my sins.

I said what we did with them.

With you too.

Why are you talking about me?

I am the fire that ignites in a cotton field.

What did you take in my joint?

No, I didn't take anything. I'm pure.

You're talking with the pictures?

I'm the fire that's purified.

Are you done? Are you done?

Listen to me, Dani.

No, no, I don't listen to you!

You're crazy!

Tunisians, at work, they're like you!

You're pissing me off!

Your god wants to piss, your god says that!

It's not my life!

I do what I want, I'm free!

It's Sunday and I haven't eaten anything!

I want to piss and I haven't shit anything!

You suck!

So go buy something to eat and come back with a steak!

A steak and a chicken, yeah!

Because it's Sunday and I'm hungry!

Here, take 50 and buy yourself what you like!

50, I like them too!

They come from the same place as the 50 and the 50!

I don't touch those feet anymore, okay?

Malina, Malina, we have to talk!

It's not going as you say!

You can't change your mind like that all of a sudden

because you went to mass!

I go to mass every Sunday, Denise!

Every Sunday!

Since forever!

All my life!

It's been too long that I want to spend time with you and Jean and Paul.

But we have the bodies for love, why don't we take advantage of it?

I ask myself questions, I ask myself questions.

If you ask yourself questions, really questions, I mean, not with the church, the priest, the images of Jesus, you will see what happens to us.

How can you know what happens to us when you don't go to church, when you don't pray, when you don't look at the bottom of your heart?

In the eyes of Paul, I see, the eyes of Jean, their eyes don't lie, we are important to them.

It can be seen in their eyes, and we are there with them.

You mean he pays us?

No, that's not all. There's something else now.

There's something else than money in people's eyes.

I don't see that! I don't see it!

Paula says she loves you.

Keep giving her money!

Paula says she loves you. Jean says she loves you.

I say stop! You're lying to me!

I twist her arm, she shouts, I break your arm!

She shouts, I love you, I love you!

You're hurting me! Stop, I love you!

Like that!

Go on if you want. I'll stop.

You'll go to my business.

You did it too. It's too late.

I'll go to hell too.

Why do you say that?

Don't you believe in hell?

It's bullshit, hell.

The chicken you eat, it's dead.

It goes into your belly.

It doesn't go to hell.

Except if your belly is hell.

But I don't believe that. Your belly is beautiful.

You know nothing. You didn't study.

I know nothing.

I know nothing.

But I know that when I die, it's like when the chicken dies.

It's dead and that's it.

And if you don't eat the rotten meat, it stinks.

But you, your body is beautiful, it is fragrant.

But my body is hard, it has muscles.

Jean and Paula, we are with them.

Our bodies, we give them.

And our men, we give them too.

They fly.

And grow day by day.

The tenderness that the superior had designed for me.

I was constantly in her cell, where she was in mine.

She took me on her knees.

She looked at me with her tender eyes and said to me,

Sister Suzanne, do you love me?

She invited me to kiss her forehead, cheeks, eyes and mouth.

The hand she had put on my knee was walking on all my clothes.

She ex...

Exhorted me.

She exalted me, begging me with an altered and low voice, to re-double my caresses.

I re-doubled them.

Finally, there came a moment, I don't know if it was pleasure or pain,

when she became pale, like death.

Her eyes closed.

Her whole body stretched with violence.

Her lips clenched.

They were moistened like a light foam.

Then, without opening her mouth,

she seemed to die pushing a deep sigh.

Recognize the effort.

Why do you say that?

It is an effort to describe what happens when we rejoice.

The physical manifestation of the orgasm.

The same for Dallambert the other day.

The breathing that accelerates.

Jean, in fact, the role is not made for me.

No, no, no, I see her big, authoritative grace, with folded hands, it's not...

Maybe, yes, yes, yes.

It's not right to make me read that.

Why? It's very nice when you read this text with Paula.

I'm a believer. I respect the good sisters.

But in the book, Sister Susan is also a believer, she's Catholic like you.

Yes, but she's a religious woman, she made a vow of chastity.

It's a sin what she does with this other woman.

She's naive. She doesn't understand what's happening to her.

Of course she understands. She gives her pleasure.

She's a woman of God.

What she does is wrong.

It's wrong?

Yes, it's wrong.

What if it was wrong to believe in God?

To hide your face?

To lock yourself in a blanket?

Isn't the body made to enjoy?

To be shivered?

Yes, but if we give our lives to God,

He's the only one who gives us shivers.

He's disinterested.

You know what he's interested in?

I'm a Christian.

The question is, is it good, or is it bad?

What do you mean?

But what we do with Denis and Malina, is it moral after all?

Moral, which for us, as for Diderot, does not rely on the belief in God, you will agree.

The moral is to ask ourselves first, do we hurt them?

And then, what we do with them, is it good for the whole social body?

Yes, but at the moment it does me good, after it hurts me, it gives me anguish.

I want to go confess.

Erotic games cause you problems, but not prostitution.

Money does you good, it allows you to live better.

No, but it's inouï, it's those old ideas that you have in your head.

It's old tricks, it's the dictum of good women.

But don't we have neo-colonialist behaviors?

Aren't we predators?

And they, poor proletarian immigrants?

Aren't we worse than the tyrants of Albania

who chased the parents of Denis

and the Ayatollahs who pushed Malina's father to flee Iran?

Malina, are we good? Are we bad?

You are complicated.

You are not like the guardians of the revolution. You have no weapons.

When you say that we have no weapons, it's wrong.

We have weapons.

And we get hurt with you.

You're right, you know, to listen to St. Thérèse.

I went to Mass with her on Sundays.

You? At Mass?

Yes, and I'm planning to go back there.

Of course, the nun!

Sanctify these offerings by spreading your Spirit on them,

that they become for us the body and the blood of Jesus Christ our Lord.

At the time of being delivered and entering freely into his Passion,

He took the bread, he gave it back to his disciples, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying,

Take it and eat it all, this is my body delivered for you.

Likewise, at the end of the meal, he took the cup, again he gave it back to his disciples, saying,

Take and drink in all, for this is the cup of my blood,

the blood of the new and eternal alliance that will be poured for you

and for the multitude in remission of sins.

You will do this in memory of me.

It's too bad.

But no, but it's not eaten.

It's going to be disgusting.

But no, it has no pulp, it's very bitter, it's for the marmalade.

These are oranges from Seville, we buy them at the market.

Yes, we find it for three weeks, at the end of January, but there was time.

It's a recipe from Tom, my English friend, and you need a lot, a lot, a lot of sugar.

Yes, the maraîchère is nice because it brings us the oranges of Seville in the middle of winter.

And what's that?

And that's the pepins in the peptin, that's what makes the gelification.

Very important that.

The oranges of Seville.

on the sidewalks of these...

You've done a Rambay role, eh?

Don't worry, Mom.

Well, listen, I'm counting on you to sort everything out.

We didn't have him at the time.

Yes, yes, very well.

Everything will be perfect.

Jean told me that your father was from a small town in Albania.

Well, Boutrine used to be called Buthroth.

And that's where Racine, a great French poet,

places the action of his tragedy, Andromach.

Tragedy, that's sad then.

Yes, a tragedy is when everyone dies at the end.

It happens in Buthroth, in Epirus.

Pyrrhus is king of Epirus in present-day Albania.

What's going on in the tragedy?

Orestes loves Hermione. Who loves Pyrrhus?

Who loves Andromach? Who loves Hector?

Who is dead?

Who is dead.

All this is happening in my father's town then?

Yes, Denis.

You are a prince of the worst.

The Mediterranean, then Italy, then the Adriatic, then Albania.

It's all straight.

We know each other well now.

Yes, we can no longer think about anything without you.

Yes, it's true, it's far beyond sex, simple pleasure, it's ...

We have developed feelings for ...

feelings for you. A attachment. Pola and I, we have opened our hearts to know what

really happened. That's it, without lying, in all honesty, we opened our hearts one by one.

And now it's up to you that we open our hearts. That's it, us as a couple, to you as a couple.

We love you. We are in love with you. We would like you to come live with us.

That's it, all four of us at home together.

Pay no rent.

No, we will provide for all expenses,

the shopping, the maintenance.

So yes,

it's a bit like

a marriage request.

A declaration.

Don't you think it's

a light request?

We have weighed the consequences.

Yes, your circumstances,

but ours.

But don't you think we're

No, we're not trying to put pressure on your freedom.

No, no, you stay free!

No, it's just that we don't want to see each other anymore.

No, we don't need anyone else anymore.

We found you, it's you we want.

Never would we have thought we would meet people like you and that we would love you.

As if we were going to find a treasure.

But take your time, you don't have to answer right away.

Yes, yes, if you want to talk to each other first.

We tell them?

Say thank you to them first.

It's nice of you to propose.

The rent, the races and everything.

We are touched. Thank you.

It's the first time we treat each other well in this country.

You make us gifts.

It's normal, you are friends now.

Only, we would like to tell you something.

Maybe you don't agree at all

Or maybe after you don't want us anymore?

Go on, tell her.

I want to have a baby.

You're pregnant?

From Jean?

Or from Denis?

Of course from Denis!

You're going to be the father.

It's great news!

It's great news!

We have to quickly open the blanket!

You think so?

Yes, why not?

No, but we were going to bring a toast,

something so unconventional,

There, the baby...

Yes, yes, well, after all, it's stupid, yes.

Let's drink, let's drink to the baby!

It changes something, yes?

But stop with this craze...

Stop saying it doesn't change anything.

It changes everything, precisely.

But because...

I don't know, until now,

we were in...

In the simple passion, in the simple love, in the voluptuousness.

And then, we enter into the generation.

This young couple will have a child.

We are no longer in the present time.

They register in the future, they enter into the great march of time.

That's it, I completely excuse you.

Aren't you jealous?

Oh no, not to have children.

I never wanted children.

And we have to admit, you're old enough to beat up our children,

and the children with whom we would have the right to sleep.

Damn it!

Yes, it was perfect.

You say that to exclude us, but sex, it ends one day.

Yes, but as late as possible.

We're not going to get pregnant.

So we need something that takes over.

And the child of Malina, we'll love her.

Yes, but we have time.

We'll be grandparents.

Oh, no.

Paula! Paula, wait!

What happiness, this baby!

What happiness!

There are already fat ones.

Thank you, Mr. Ronan. Thank you.

Do it with him, you can do it with me.

You have the right to say nothing.

No papers, you have no rights. You're nothing.

What an idea to eat outside, it's cold, I'm freezing.

He never comes to see me, and when he arrives, he's on his phone.

Yes, it's as if it didn't exist.

It's not his phone, it's his office. They have everything in it.

M-Pola, yes. Films, emails, videos, museums, photos.

We have everything, we have everything.

But you know, it's very practical, but of course it breaks your feet a little.

Sorry mom, we have to get there.

But you just arrived and you're leaving?

It's a friend, a friend who has committed suicide.

No, no, not Werner, don't worry.

A friend you don't know.

Well, Mr. Werner, he's not very stable.

He says it's not Werner.

No, no, it's not Werner, no.

I've been coming back since he came with that Eric.

No, no, it's not Eric, it's Felix.

You're homophobic.

No, no, no, no.

It's true that when I was in the navy,

you played the banjo.

Who is it?

It's me.

What are you looking for?

Where did you take me?

Why are you looking for me?

To take the arrow.

What did you do?

What did you do, Japan?

I broke my head.

Did the council kill you?

What are you talking about?

I gathered it, I did it for you.

I want you to kiss me.

I'm sorry.

I want to go to the hospital.

I want to know if the baby is okay.

Maybe he's hurt or what?

And it's Sunday, he'll come back to me.

I called Jean and Paula, they were at Zamière's, they're coming back.

Don't tell me you called them.

Don't argue, you're strong, why didn't you scream?

It's you!

I thought I had changed.

The thing I was doing before Jean and Paula, they had changed me, I thought.

It's true.

You've changed.

No, it's the proof.

No, I'm changing.

It's the world around us that doesn't change.

Take your luggage, we're leaving.

You can't.

You're not strong, I want to die.

Jean and Paula, he's crazy.

I took the perfumes. All the perfumes.

Why the perfumes?

Because it stinks in prison.

But you're not in prison.

If they want to explain to the police, if they want to hold us back, I...

I can't stay in prison.

They tell us they love us. We'll see if it's true.

Yes, they love us, but they're bourgeois.

There are only a few who can come and get us out of here.

Next door, they welcome us. They gave us this.

They're going to arrest you.

Fuck, I'm scared.

Are you scared?

It's scary when you're crying.

The tears will come out on their own.

I'm going to leave. I have to escape.

How did you escape?

We passed in front of the guard. He was lying on the ground.

You think he's dead?

The lodge was open and the concierge, when we passed, said,

The assassin is at your place.

It was an accident! I didn't want to!

We passed through the back door, but there are all the people in the building who got caught.

The police!

We must not open! We must not open!

I closed everything there. We are calm.

No, no, we are not at all calm.

What does he say? Is it blood?

And he gets drunk on it.

Don't come any closer.

We're going to go home. Denis, are you going home?

No, no, no, no, no.

We can't see each other, okay? We can't see each other!

But if, Jean, we have to open the door.

Well, answer then, it's the police.

Yes, hello? Hello?

There's no need to blackmail us.

Leave us alone for a moment.

He's upset. His wife has been raped.

I told Marina, I didn't want her to bother you.

I didn't want her to call you. I'm sorry about that.

Put on a change of clothes. You can't leave it like that.

But why?

I don't want to change in front of you.

No, but we've already seen you in your slippers and even all wet.

I didn't put on my slippers, I'm friboules.

Friboules, what was that expression?

A plate game, friboules.

I'm sorry, I'm going to the shower.

Darling, what happened? Did he hurt, this kind of comarque?

He leaves us a quarter of an hour, not more, I don't know, but maybe ...

What is your name, the minister?

Yes, the minister.

Do you know him?

Yes, he's the Minister of Culture. I know him, he's a friend.

Maybe he can do something. Wait, I'll call him right away.

Hello, Frédéric? Yes, it's Paula. Paula Carnet.

Oh yes. Sorry to bother you on Sunday, but I would need you.

It's a bit complicated, but the police is downstairs from our house.

The concierge is in a bad state and the aggressor is at our house.

No, no, no, there is no danger, no, he's a friend.

No, he left his wife at home and the council raped her.

He fought, he didn't want to kill her.

No, no papers, because she doesn't have any papers,

but we did the steps.

No, he left her at home, we all live together.

Denis, Denis and Malina.

No, he is of Albanian origin and she is Iranian.

But could you call him?

I don't know.

Of course it's absurd, but...

He hung up.

But he said, what do you want me to do, my little rabbit?

That's all?

No, he also said that he was going to try to call him back

and that we had to open up to the police.

Don't open up.

We're not going to abandon you.

We're staying here.

We're going to lie down in bed together.

Why in bed?

We're going to lie down on the carpet.

And I'm going to put the music very loud like that.

It will cover the sound of the sirens.

Courage, Ferminand.

I repeated myself.

A force to be put at the door everywhere.

You will surely end up finding the thing that scares them all.

Of all these bastards.

Or who must be.

They don't go.

That's why they don't go.

They don't win.

My husband never marries his parents

You love your father, I understand

Whatever your reasons, whatever your feelings for him

My child, we don't marry his mother anymore

We say that tradition...

There he is!

My love, it's daddy!