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PRIVATE CLUB

- I was scared. - That ride wasn't scary.

You scared me when you held me.

- And now I'm trembling. - Why?

Because I want to kiss you.

- You know what you are? - No.

My big puppy dog.

Should I bark for you?

Not now. Later.

Two pounds of oranges.

- How much is it? - Six francs.

One... Six. Here you go.

And one as a gift for your beautiful eyes.

- Have one! - I'll keep it as a momento.

Memories fade. I'd eat it now.

I can't do two things at once.

- I'm devouring your lovely eyes. - Without my permission?

You'd let me.

Look, you can see my place from here.

- Is your place nice? - It's a real lovers' nest.

- And where's your place? - Wait!

- There! - Let me see!

Hey, someone's in your bed!

No, mine's the floor above.

There, I see a nice man waiting for his girl.

- What's she like? - Very beautiful.

- Do you love her? - So much I could die.

But if you died, she couldn't tell you that she loves you.

- What's her name? - Lise.

- She's late. - Like always.

I won't be again.

What do you do for a living? Wait, let me guess!

- Truck driver! - No.

What do I look like?

- Orchestra conductor? - Hardly!

- Librarian? - I'm about to jump!

I'm sorry.

- I'm a taxi driver. - Is that a good job?

It is when I get tips.

- And you? - Guess!

- Nanny! - Why?

- You treat me like a child. - A precocious one.

I was always mature for my age.

- Actress? - Getting warmer.

- Singer? - Colder!

Look at the cover of the disc!

You're a model?

I prefer, "cover-girl".

Showing skin doesn't make you a model.

- Why did you say that? - I was joking.

To the girl who will brighten my life.

To the man who will flourish my life.

Charlie!

- No undies! - What?

- She had no underwear. - So?

You don't see that every day.

Because she doesn't bend down everywhere.

Hey, look!

She must be a jet-set type. You can tell by her clothes.

Those clothes aren't meant for us.

Taxi! Are you free?

Like the wind.

"La Muette" 45 Saint Jean.

- I know a short-cut, okay? - Okay.

- I was lucky to get you. - It's always lucky to get me.

I spoke too soon.

Going to be long?

If you get worked up, take an aspirin.

- Funny! - You think I'm having fun?

Stressed?

Depressed.

Can I change in your cab?

It's the best changing room in Paris.

I didn't have time to get ready. My lover only likes me in sexy lingerie.

Lucky guy!

I'm married to a wealthy man, and I'm bored to death.

So I cheat on him to pass time, and to have a good time.

You know where I'm going?

The same place... 45 Saint Jean.

Every week I meet a man...

who pays me for sex.

It's exhilarating to be carressed by a man, attractive like you.

Interesting!

- And your husband? - I tell him.

- Everything? - No.

I tell him that I made love.

He likes it. He pretends to yell at me.

Then he sleeps like a baby.

Just like sleeping pills!

Anyway, he doesn't believe me.

He thinks I make it up to amuse him.

I love my husband. He's a lawyer.

- Do you do anything with him? - Rarely, he's the brainy type.

- I finished. - It's about time!

Just in time to admire the lady's body work.

Oh, go away!

She'd rival any showgirl in Paris.

45 Saint Jean, I'm late!

- Then take the metro. - I'm not joking.

Me neither.

- Care for a drink? - Weren't you meeting someone?

I'm early. He's always late.

In that case...

Please.

- Don't you like me? - Oh, yes. Of course.

- Open my coat. - Here?

Hurry! We're already on the 3rd floor.

What are you doing? Stop! Help me!

- But... - Don't stop!

It's part of the game. That's what makes it hot.

Oh okay. You're a peculiar one.

Don't waste time. Touch me.

- Where are we? - In heaven, my angel.

- Hello. - Hello.

Pretty!

I didn't expect this, right in the heart of Paris.

The more one is "high society", the more one gets naked.

- What's your name? - Clementine.

- That's awful! - Yes.

I'd call you, Corinne. I've known several Corinnes.

If you want...

Come on.

- Do you still want me? - Oh, yes!

- Can you wait for me? - Will you be long?

This should keep you busy.

Oh, it's you dear.

Hello.

- Always late. - There was traffic!

That's what they say.

- Who's this? - My personal chauffeur.

- I've told you never... - Don't worry. He's different.

Give him a drink. He's going to wait for me.

- And the guy in pink room? - I'm going.

I'll be back soon, dear.

Behave yourself.

This way, Sir.

Take a seat.

- Champagne, Whiskey? - I'm fine.

- It's on the house. - In that case, Champagne...

- Pink Champagne. - A vintage year, perhaps?

Of course! Not every day is like this.

- My name's Sylvie. - I'm Caddie.

- And I'm Marcel. - Take your pick, you can't go wrong.

- No one will be upset. - I'll take you both.

Let's not waste any time.

- You've got a great place here! - You like it?

- What's not to like? - What about me?

As lovely as the room.

You don't have anything against blondes?

Yes, an attraction.

People watch TV in here?

- Sometimes. - They're crazy.

Not really. We have a private channel.

That's cool. Can we watch?

Sure!

Here all your desires are granted.

- We need to heat things up. - It's going to get hot.

Okay.

Super!

- I know her! - Who?

That's Corinne.

I didn't know she made sex films.

That's closed circuit TV.

That's going on in the next room.

- That's dirty! - We'll turn it off then.

- No, leave it on! - So, you like it?

There are cameras in every room.

- They can see us too? - Of course!

- Are there other rooms? - One more.

- Can we watch it? - Later.

Come here! Come dance with me.

Did I make that happen?

You and the ambiance too.

You know what we should do?

My friend and I are going to tie you up.

- Then we're going to rape you! - Would you like that?

I don't know. I was never tied up or raped.

Where did he go?

Some guys have a lot of nerve, but this guy takes the cake!

He comes, moves in, and fucks everything in sight!

We'll settle up later.

- Your protog� puts up a good fight. - I told you.

We can get the most out of him.

Because he's pure. He's not depraved.

He will be.

- Okay, that's enough. - What's wrong?

- "Ich bin m�de". - What does that mean?

It means I'm beat, broken, and exhausted.

- All of those? - I'm tired.

Put on that channel again.

- You have a good memory. - At least I have something left!

- Go on! - Okay.

- You have an international clientele! - The Madam has connections.

A prince, a king... Let me guess.

Don't bother. He's a fake.

He's someone else.

He had some problems last year so he disguised himslef.

But why as an Arab?

Because he's familiar with North Africa.

Now be quiet and watch!

- Who is he? - You're very curious.

If you find out, keep quiet.

- Promise? - Cross my heart.

- And my client! - Calm down!

- Relax! She's in her room. - Really?

Certainly. Here, look.

Yes doctor, I thought psychoanalysis would help with my troubles.

Keep typing!

Go back in time!

I can't help unless you tell me everything...

unless you type everything.

Men ruined my adolescence.

They stole my possibility to believe in love.

Were you a virgin when you started working there?

Yes, doctor.

Who took your virginity?

- The head of the office. - Did you consent?

- He raped me! - How was that possible?

At was at my desk, like always.

I was typing and the boss crept up behind me.

- Like this? - Yes, doctor.

That's a strange way to type.

To each his own. That's how I type.

I held my breath.

He rubbed my breasts, over my blouse.

- Like this? - Yes.

- Why didn't you shout? - I was afraid.

But you also wanted a man to carress you.

Oh, yes! It was the first time.

The only pleasure I had known was lady director's cold hands.

Then what happened.

The boss lifted up my skirt.

I suddenly felt cool air on my bottom.

- You weren't wearing underwear? - The lady director didn't allow it.

Perverted capitalists!

The bosses warm hands brushed my thighs.

Suddenly I felt something warm inside me.

A warmth...

that spread throughout my body, just like now.

- Then what did you do? - Typos.

I had to start over again.

- Were you nervous? - Oh, yes!

I was scared I'd be fired for misconduct.

- Then the lady director came in. - The silly cow!

No. No, you'll see!

You little bitch!

Is this what you call "working late"?

I was happy, for the first time.

And the man wasn't bothered by this?

No, he dashed for the lady director.

He did things that I dare not describe.

But yes!

Like this?

Yes, just like that.

I was going wild.

I think I even screamed.

Quiet! Only we can know your secret.

That's how I was raped.

Not even pyschoanalysis does it for you?

He's the one who needs help.

You're stupid!

She's furious!

Try to understand, that's how she gets many clients.

It's time for my walk.

My veil!

Your heiness!

He's crazy!

- Everybody has fantasies. - Or vices.

Which must be realised somehow.

Otherwise they're repressed.

What's your fancy?

Does that feel good?

It's not that great.

Yes...

No, it can't be! No, it can't be!

�Lise!

�Lise!

- No, that's Catherine. - It's Lise!

- You like her? - Do you want her?

I already have her, every night at my place.

- Is she your wife? - Almost.

We're supposed to get married next month.

- Marcel! - How are you, whore?

That's right! I thought you were clean.

But filth needs perfume to cover up the stench.

Here, take some!

- Are you crazy? - I was crazy to believe in you.

- Now scrub! - I won't obey you.

I said, Scrub!

Oh, pardon, Catherine.

I forgot whores like to be paid in advance.

You're grotesque!

I have my perversions too.

I have fantasies too.

But I'm simple. I want you to scrub!

Get up!

Get up!

It's exciting to do it with a pro.

- Close your eyes. - No.

- Close your eyes! - I pity you!

I hate you.

I want to see you die beneath me.

Egotist!

Coward!

You took out your frailty on me.

Coward?

Don't try to understand.

Your stuipid macho pride only knows violence.

I live and sleep with you, and you think it's easy.

Poor fool! Love is something you earn.

But for you, love is nothing but sex.

You don't understand.

Yes, I do. Our paths end here.

- We might... - We might nothing!

But why?

You should have asked before.

- I have the right to know! - You'll know nothing!

You don't deserve it.

Come on! Put on your clothes and let's go.

- No! - Why not?

You're not asking Lise, but Catherine, the whore.

You should know that you can get anything from a woman...

with a little tenderness.

- Do you know what this is? - Yes, an orange.

- Does it remind you of anything? - �No!

A woman has no bitterness, but she doesn't forget.

Get out!

Marcel!

Never come back here!

Here's our angel.

His sullen head is a bitter victory.

Nonetheless, congratulations on your exploits.

Let me introduce you.

The attorney, Patrick Lachaume, my husband.

- Marcel, my taxi driver. - Charmed.

Has my wife given you total satisfaction?

Don't worry, dear. I told my husband everything.

We love each other tenderly, but in our own way.

We can only practice our pleasures in exclusive places.

- We're into debauchery. - You're disgusting!

And, why me?

You wouldn't understand.

Your problems are of the flesh, mine are of the heart.

You're living in the past.

Where are you going?

- To breathe some fresh air. - Would you like a drink?

No, I don't want anything to do with you or with Lise.

- Who is that? - A foreigner.

- From what country? - Yours!

That's possible.

You know her?

Corinne, will you?

We know Catherine, that is, Lise...

We invited her to our games here.

She would talk about you and your taxi.

- She let slip some details. - There was only one step left.

We learned that you started work at 3 PM.

And you started work at the Rivoli metro stop.

- And So? - So...

We thought you could mix with us.

- Why? - For your benefit, both of you.

- But why us? - Chance, destiny...

And our desire for risk.

- Was Lise in on this? - Oh, no!

That would have ruined the suspense.

You're rotten!

Human ingratitude!

We wanted to share our experiences with you and you insult us.

- You want me to thank you? - Yes.

I'd rather puke!

- There are places for that. - I'm already here.

Taxi! Taxi!

Taxi!

- Are you free? - Not at the present.

- What means "the present"? - This moment.

- Is that long, a moment? - No time to get worried.

What means "worried"?

I'm waiting for a client. If he doesn't show I'm screwed.

What means, "screwed"?

It's what rabbits do.

With the floppy ears and small thingy.

Then it must not be a French animal.

- Can we get in? - No.

- Why? - What means, "why"?

"Why".

I'm not asking why. I want to know what "why" means.

"Why".

Stop breaking my balls!

- Like those rabbits? - Yes, something like that.

Okay, I'll see you.

- Are you leaving us? - Yes.

Let me buy you dinner.

I'm not hungry. I've tasted enough today.

- You're not coming? - No.

Too bad!

I could tell you things about Lise that might give you hope.

I live for today, and it's not pretty.

Okay then, Goodbye.

Honey, my taxi's waiting. Goodbye, Sir.

- What do you want to see in Par�s? - Your Eiffel Tower.

- Mine? - Is it not the right one?

I see that you haven't mind waiting.

What are you doing here?

The lady is a client. I was waiting for her.

I was waiting for my client too.

- What were you doing? - Making love.

Bull shit!

- Whose girls are those? - Everybody's.

They're beautiful!

They're English. They want to know Par�s.

I'd like to show them the mysterious, inviting and sexual side of Paris...

that only my initiants know how to appreciate.

- Right, dear? - I'm quivering already.

And you?

We're quivering too.

Follow us!

- Did you change your mind? - I want to find out.

Ladies, the tour has started!

The "Bois de Bologne" is for orgies as Mecca is for the Arabs.

- We're shocked. - Don't worry.

The shock will come later.

Driver, take the next right!

But it's prohibited!

All that's prohibited has my blessing.

Breathe! Smell the expectation!

- You can smell an expectation? - You can taste it.

- What are we waiting for? - The prey.

Give me your hand.

Don't you want to know what it says?

- There's nothing in that. - You're not an explorer.

Not when I know the area.

A woman's body is always unknown territory.

In that case...

If we're going to spend the night, I should get some blankets.

Shut up.

Some guys are coming!

All the better.

- What if it's the cops? - We didn't do anything.

That's true.

- They're getting closer! - Perfect!

If they touch my car, I'll punch them in the face.

No you won't. They're harmless. They just want to watch.

There's lots of cars like mine. It's nothing special.

- It's what's inside your car. - They came to see you?

They want to see these girls in a state of undress.

It's the custom. Be reasonable!

- Lift up your skirts. - Why?

Do what I say!

- Do you like that? - It's dreamy.

- Should I continue? - Please!

- Take me now! - In front of them?

- Do they bother you? - I have my principles.

- Let me out! - Where are you going?

- To get some air. - Stay here!

I need you.

Cover yourself. Do the right thing.

- Do you know what a Saint is? - Oh, yes!

No, not those.

I mean the ones with halos who have their feet licked by the faithful.

- Oh I understand! - Oh, yeah?

Well I have no halo, and it's not my feet that need licking.

Oh, I understand!

My sweet Lise. She was everything to me.

- It'll work out. - No.

It's over for her.

- It was over when... - When?

Don't worry. You'll find a job.

But I'm not qualified.

Beautiful girls get hired fast.

- I've only worked as a model. - You'll learn quickly.

I'll end up poor like everybody else.

- I'll be there. - Where?

By your side, legally.

- Lise, I want to ask you something. - I hope I can answer.

One word is enough. So...

Pardon! To go to "La Muette", do I take the 92 or the 71?

- I think it's the 82. - No, the 82 goes to the station.

- And the 71 goes to "Trocad�ro". - Then it must be the 92.

Thank you, Sir.

How long does it take to get to "La Muette"?

I don't know!

What did you want to ask?

- Is it this one? - Yes.

- Are you sure? - Yes!

You're impolite! I feel sorry for your wife.

- What did you want? - Will you marry me?

- What? - Will you marry me?

Yes! Yes, my big puppy dog!

- Really? - Yes, dear!

It's the most beautiful day of my life.

I love you.

True love never dies.

Mine is dead and buried.

You're suffering. You feel lost.

Completely.

- Here's to frivolity! - Here's to hedonism!

To hedonism!

Marcel, are you still our friend?

I never was.

- Here's to madness. - The madness in our hearts.

- Is something wrong? - Yes, indigestion.

Don't let it bother you.

- Excuse me. - I'll go with you.

A sensual plot is developing before our eyes.

You are really beautiful!

It's true I have charm, but you have youth.

- I want to be like you. - You will be.

If you learn to give yourself at every opportunity.

All women are made for love, you, me, all women...

Ugly or beautiful. Giving pleasure is our destiny. Understand?

A woman must do it, even in shame.

You're scaring me.

If you want to stay young, do what I say.

Can I get you something?

I really like your wife.

And I really like your clients.

- But your wife is different. - She is more refined.

I love your wife's body.

- If you want it, she's yours. - Oh, really?

You'd give her body, like that?

I want you to experience such a body.

But be careful! Corinne is a dangerous animal.

You're all depraved!

We'll find out in the end.

- But, what are they doing? - Ask them?

- Pathetic! - They love each other!.

For how long?

- Passionate? - Boring... too easy.

- You'll still tell me about it? - Of course.

Even in the Summer, she always uses her ONM umbrella.

- Cut! How was it? - Perfect.

- How long? - 20 seconds.

It has to be 15 seconds. Let's do it again!

- What's this? - A commercial.

- You on TV? - Yes, for 15 seconds.

It's a great start!

It's a wet start. My back is drenched!

- Do you want my jacket? - Max would get mad.

- Who's he? - My director.

- Who's that guy? - He just arrived.

Take your places!

No, wait! I have an idea.

Sit next to Lise, hold her by the waist, and kiss her.

- Show you love her. - I do!

Prove it! Hold her and kiss her.

Okay. Silence! Camera!

ONM, 52, first take.

We loved each other.

We were like lovers on a post card.

Nothing's lost, Marcel.

- You ruined everything. - I didn't mean to.

My husband and I...

We thought we could bring you into our sex life. That's all.

- But I'm not depraved. - Don't be bitter.

- Don't judge our weakness. - I'm not bitter.

But Lise belongs to the world's oldest profession.

And if you're not a pimp, it's hard to take.

She loves you.

If that's what love is, then I pity all lovers.

Maybe Lise had her reasons.

What reasons?

I know the reasons.

She had no choice.

If you know, you must tell me.

- Later. - Why not now?

To hear bad news, first you need your strength.

- Where are we going? - To dinner.

I'll tell you at the table.

- Name? - Mr. Lachaume.

- Number? - 241.

- Password? - "The sun rises".

Okay. Come in!

PRIVATE CLUB

- May I have a word? - Certainly.

You're not being wise. You're only allowed one guest.

- I'm only being generous. - You want to iniate them?

Brothers and sisters, the Chapel is now open!

- Gentlemen. - Good evening, Sir.

- This is cool. - No chance of harm.

We're surrounded by The Red Cross!

- Who are those girls? - They're our servers.

Servants of the room.

Why are they in a cage?

It's the best way to retain our personnel.

- That's illegal! - Yes, but it works.

They're gorgeous!

Our slaves are pleased to welcome you!

Open the door!

Don't touch me!

I said, Don't touch me!

Cocktails will be served in the nave of the Chapel.

Slaves, escort your guests to this sacred place?

- Where are we? - In hell.

- Do you have a cold? - I feel a draft.

I have cold feet. Women always tell me so.

You know what I say?

"My feet are cold, but my heart is warm."

Do you have a light?

Thanks, dear.

- Is this the entertainment? - You'll see.

Exclusively for our guests!

- Sir! - What do I do?

Drink!

Put down that glass.

Cheers!

- Already? - Go sit down!

Thank you, Ma'am.

- Thanks, but I'm not thirsty. - Marcel!

- Drink! - No!

Drink or I'll tell you nothing!

- Where's the silverware? - Here, we eat with our hands.

Someone's touching my leg!

Shut up and eat!

And so?

- Where are you going? - Home!

- The party's just begun. - It'll end without me.

- Wait for the orgy! - Enough already!

Marcel!

One last drink... in confidence?

To Lise!

She loves you.

Her past belongs to her, and her to it.

When Lise found out you wanted to marry her,

She wanted to leave Madame Jacqueline.

- I'm leaving. I quit. - Why?

- I'm getting married. - Idiot!

- With a client? - No.

Then it's not serious.

What about the Arab prince?

He'll have fond memories of me.

Ingrate!

We only stay open thanks to him, and he comes for you.

- Find another girl. - Impossible!

I accept your resignation, except for the prince.

He comes twice a month, and you'll be here.

- I'm not coming back. - I'll make you.

- How? - By any means possible.

- Blackmail? - If necessary.

Under these conditions, you'll have to meet the prince...

What if he doesn't come?

Jacqueline will have big problems.

What can she do to me?

She could tell your... What's his name?

Marcel.

Be careful! She'll ruin everything.

That'd be awful.

- She's capable of anything. - She doesn't know him!

- She'll find him. - She's a bitch!

She's a woman looking out for her own survival.

- Put yourself in her place. - I already am.

- What's your boyfriend like? - Like other men.

- Nothing different? - Yes! I love him.

Now you know everything. It's your move.

I'm not lucky at games.

Marcel!

I'd like to be loved like Lise.

Farewell!

She's a good kisser. I'll loan her to you.

I don't like being lent things. I'll do the taking.

As you wish.

Where's Marcel?

He just left.

- I'm going to look for him. - Definitely not!

We don't need him any more.

Music! Dance!

Wine for all and sex for everybody!

Let the orgy begin!

I too want to be loved.

I'm here for you, dear.

You only love the whore you've made me into.

Tonight the whore wants something else.

Tenderness.

Is something bothering you?

Yes...

Us.

Creating woman was God's second mistake.

- Are you married? - I'm engaged.

- Is she pretty? - I like her.

She's a bit chubby.

- Chubby women are curvy. - True.

- Will you introduce me? - No!

No!

Lise!

Lise!

Dear Marcel,

I know the hurt you feel.

I don't have the strength to wait for you.

I'm so distressed.

I'll be at the Eiffel tower, where you asked me to move in with you.

If you can forgive me, come, and we'll forget the past.

If not, I will have loved for the first and last time.

Kisses, my big puppy dog, I love you so much!

- I'm devouring your lovely eyes. - Without my permission?

- I was scared. - That ride wasn't scary.

You scared me when you held me.

- Do you love her? - So much I could die.

But if you died, she couldn't tell you that she loves you.

To the girl who will brighten my life.

To the man who will flourish my life.

My love!

My beautiful love!

You can't do this to me!

I trust you.

- Can a man really trust a woman? - No.

- Will you marry me? - Yes, my big puppy dog!

Lise!

Lise!

Where are you?

I lost you.

Lise!

Lise!

Lise!

Translated by J Ronch