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Matthias!

Matthias!

Matthias!

A few more seconds, please.

He promised me he'd be here!

Matthias!

Tell me who you are!

Who are you?

Matthias?

Harder!

Kiss like a she-wolf, a fury!

Help me, hurry!

Kiss me!

Jack him off!

He's hard!

You've come back.

Ali...

Udo...

You frightened me.

What possessed you, going out in the cold?

I felt a bit better.

You'll feel better shortly.

It's nearly midnight, the guests will soon arrive.

You two look a fright.

Come, hurry-.

Come.

YOU AND THE NIGHT

This is the dress from my dream.

Seeing it, I remembered.

Always follow the clues in dreams.

Even when they're terrifying?

Especially when they're terrifying.

To ward off fear forever.

I'm burning up. Waiting makes me hot.

I used to get cold, imagining the worst.

Now I love it.

Waiting, anticipating...

Then comes disappointment.

Something's still missing.

A little makeup, maybe.

I want to be white.

Even paler than I am now.

So pale I disappear.

Don't move.

Suddenly I'm super horny!

If I don't piss my erection away,

I'll come on the first guest!

That'd be a shame!

You're beautiful.

So there's hope?

Ali, I was so scared in the park.

I was far away.

Deep in the land of the dead.

It was different this time.

Much darker than usual.

It was just a nightmare.

It was all so real.

The land of the dead was ruled by...

children.

Dead, tyrannical children.

Very young girls and boys.

Six, ten years old...

All had died a violent death.

Burned alive in their beds...

Throats slit by their parents...

No sweetness left in them.

Their faces were monstrous.

Deformed by hatred for humankind.

And rage at dying too soon.

A little girl approached me.

I felt her breath scorching my skin.

She told me that they, the dead children,

provoke our wars, our calamities,

the most heinous of our crimes.

Their anger is so powerful,

it reaches beyond the land of the dead to us.

My love...

I'm here.

I don't want to die.

I'm afraid of leaving you alone.

Everything will be fine.

Tonight.

You'll regain your strength.

Your color.

But for how long?

I've had it with these parties.

All these people you give yourself to.

Matthias...

promise me you won't be jealous this time.

You know...

you always want to stay.

But you don't have to.

I enjoy seeing you so happy.

You're the one I love.

I will always love you.

"Always" is a bore.

A dead bore.

"Now“ is what matters.

Tell me.

Stop, I'll scare them off!

Who's there?

The Slut.

Matthias, promise you'll try.

Let's have fun.

I'll w.

Coming!

Am I in the right place?

Vying to be the snobbiest orgy?

Usually it's masked men of the redneck variety...

dicks out for the sucking.

Wanking and jizzing all over me. And I love it.

Dicks for days, blowjobs galore. A regular fuck fest.

The ultimate, I swear.

Don't worn! dear.

You will fuck, and be fucked.

Like the teen tart you are.

I'm 24.

What's that thing?

A sensory jukebox.

It plays who you are.

Your mood of the moment.

Try it.

Lay your hand on it.

Not bad!

Here come two at once.

Two men for you, Slut. Happy?

It's a start.

They're in the building.

I can feel them coming. Red-hot dicks in their boxer shorts.

So sublime it's insane!

Udo sees all. He already knows you.

What a drag!

Who's there?

- The Stud. - The Teen.

Do come in.

The door is open...

We met downstairs.

On our way to the same place.

I'm Ali.

Nice to meet you.

Matthias, Ali's partner-.

And I'm Udo.

The Maid.

Too young--

Not bad...

I'm the Slut.

So you're the Stud?

Wanna show us the goods?

Patience.

We have plenty of time.

Someone's still coming.

Can't we get to know each other'?

Ever heard of class?

My parents taught me only pleasure.

An education in vice, full of surprises.

Bathroom?

That way.

Whoever wants to fuck, knock.

Speed, poppers, cocaine, MDMA, something to drink?

I'll take whiskey and some MDMA.

Grape juice for me, please.

You're lucky. I almost didn't make it.

Tell us.

From the start?

Sure, if you feel like it.

At age six, I was writing like mad.

Words flowed from my fingers.

On Sundays my parents had family get-togethers.

I would read my poems.

My latest poems.

My verse was naive, yet promising, original.

Things got complicated when I turned thirteen.

Puberty?

Yes.

It was out of control.

I began a wild transformation,

with no rhyme or reason.

My libido, my face...

and my cock.

My little boy's penis morphed into a monster.

Really?

At first I hid it.

But rumors spread through school.

I was ashamed.

I wanted to be alone.

But attitudes had changed.

Boys admired me.

Girls would smile

and blush.

The whole town knew.

I felt like a circus freak.

Worst of all, I loved it.

I felt powerful.

Irresistible.

My cock became my obsession. I forgot poetry-.

Even now, my cock feels like a separate entity.

An insatiable creature.

Are you happy?

In one sense, yes.

I adore my cock.

I can gaze at it and touch it for hours on end.

And it earns me a living.

It appears in photos.

Even films.

But sometimes I feel it's not the real me.

I'm a poet.

An artist.

I curse the cock that has torn me from my destiny.

My cock is the reason I almost didn't come.

Just two hours ago, I was in a prison cell.

What for?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

It was this cock.

Yet again.

As always.

- Why am I here? - You know why.

Stop asking or you'll be sorry.

It's time.

Where are you going?

Don't leave me alone!

Back!

Undress.

Undress!

I've heard about your specimen.

The treasure in your trousers.

No!

Let me imagine it.

Just as I thought. Stunning.

On all fours!

Crawl.

Not so cocky now, eh?

You don't scare me.

How clumsy of me!

Caught in my own trap!

Get up. Take the whip.

Whip it!

Don't hurt me!

I'll do anything you ask.

I'll be nice, promise.

I feel your big cock in my mouth.

How dare you?

It's unbearable.

I'm a helpless little animal!

Take me...

Stab me with your pork sword!

I beg you.

I know I shouldn't.

I know I shouldn't.

But I'm such a glutton.

Filthy delinquent!

Rotten swine!

Bet you rape women!

Bet you burn cars.

Now I'm the one burning.

Burning...

I'm in flames.

Flaming for you!

Whip it, I beg you!

Whip me.

Slop!

What'd I tell you?

The Chieftess always gets her way.

Nice. You'll be back.

You may go now.

No point filing a complaint.

Take him away.

Wherever you go, I'll find you.

Save me!

Save me...

I'll never forget that voice.

When I close my eyes,

I imagine a face.

The most beautiful face.

I'm so glad to be here with you.

I thought I'd be in that cell all night.

Maybe even for life.

Condemned to terror and paralysis.

Like all those who long to revive the wind.

You must still be reeling.

I feel much better already, thanks.

Listen, I hate to be gauche...

but now we'd really like to see it.

Happy to oblige.

In such good company.

It's her.

Who?

The Star.

Can't see you.

My finger's on the peephole.

Turn out the lights.

I don't want to see your faces.

I don't want to know you.

I just want to kiss you, one after the other.

Then you'll make love to me.

Sweetly, or roughly, I'll let you know.

I desire you already.

Then I will leave.

Discreetly.

After we've all made love,

I'll disappear into the shadows.

You'll never hear of me again.

Do you accept?

Your wish is our command.

I'm warning you,

if anyone turns on the light,

I will leave immediately.

Open the door slowly.

Greet me with your mouths.

Touch me.

Maul me.

Don't be afraid.

That's right...

Everything is ruined. Let me go!

No way. I'm far too curious for that.

And I hate making love in the dark.

Idiot!

I'd like you to stay.

I loved your kisses.

I swear I could feel you.

I felt I was in you.

I felt your soul in mine.

Sorry, I'm being ridiculous.

No.

Go on, please.

I loved your mouth. I loved your lips.

I think I'll love your face too.

I look awful.

Red and bloated.

You turn around!

Only the young man can see.

No one move!

Listen...

I'm prepared to stay.

But before you turn around, I demand one thing.

Now what?

No comments about my appearance.

I loathe empty praise.

Act as though nothing happened.

Go about your business.

All is normal.

Bit of a cold shower.

Don't take it personally.

A little whiskey, anyone?

Mademoiselle...

I was about to show my cock.

It's big and beautiful.

Maybe it'll rekindle things?

Absolutely!

Personally, I only like small penises.

And necks, and backs.

Big pricks make me sick.

But go ahead, if it amuses you.

Be warned,

it's in sleep mode.

I'll handle that.

But let us admire it first.

Limp dicks fascinate me.

So...

like it?

Magnificent!

Is there anything more beautiful?

It smells of sex, still hypothetical.

A sleeping shepherd boy.

So elastic...

So supple...

Stop or I'll get hard.

I feel a bit better.

They're all nice.

Attractive, even.

My love, you are free.

Have fun, with or without me.

Watching, kissing...

that's all I need.

Strange...

Feels like déja-vu.

It reminds me of something.

A dream?

Yes... a dream.

Right, now I remember.

A dream about cocks.

No kidding?

I was a princess

in a gorgeous gown,

an armada of cocks at my disposal.

Come...

Closer...

Don't be afraid.

Stand up.

You can walk now.

This scent...

Mom?

Is it you?

My darling...

I've missed you so much.

Mommy...

My sweet mommy.

My mother had died exactly two years before.

- Expecting someone else? - No.

- Who's there? - Police.

Keep quiet!

Good evening.

We're looking for a minor.

He went missing a week ago.

He's been seen in the neighborhood. Look familiar?

What a beauty.

What a hunk!

No, I would have noticed him.

I'm only the maid.

I know nothing. My bosses are on vacation.

Interested in young boys, are you?

Isn't everyone?

My basement is full of children.

I do their hair, cross-dress them. They're happy.

We tried a missing boys' choir.

A fiasco. The public wasn't ready.

Too avant-garde.

You're filthy.

I know this filth.

Don't worry, we'll clean you-.

You'll be spic and span.

Clean as a choir boy.

Enough!

Leave him alone.

Who are you?

I believe we've met.

In a distant past.

I doubt it.

I'm the lady of the house. I don't like being disturbed.

Gentlemen, have you no shame?

We're afraid too.

You can't imagine the stories we hear.

I understand.

Projections of evil.

And real evil, sometimes.

All is trouble and strife.

But you must face it

with your free will

and your courage.

Surely you don't lack for courage?

You're very elegant.

Indeed.

It's the only crime we've committed tonight.

Elegance.

When my husband is away,

my maid keeps me company.

We leaf through magazines,

fondle jewelry,

swan around the building.

Two creatures high on luxury and coquetry.

It's our secret vice.

A little break

from the eternal, maddening class struggle.

Surely you won't arrest us for that?

Roger, chief.

Gotta go. Duty calls.

Goodnight, ladies.

You got lucky.

Someone owes us an explanation.

I thought you knew us!

Shut up!

Show your face!

Thanks.

You two saved my hide.

Spit it out, we're listening.

Where do I begin?

I decided to set out on my own.

My parents make me nervous.

Nothing unusual about that.

When I was young I felt different too.

So I'd close my eyes

and imagine my real family elsewhere.

On a faraway, gentle planet.

I'm not sure I'm better than them.

But I feel I'm meant to follow

a solitary path.

I'm propelled by a force I can't define.

Something like the night.

Its encounters, its inhabitants.

I quit school two months ago.

But in the drink of a drunk, I learn.

In the rage of a switchblade, I learn.

Then there's sex.

I love sex and its creatures.

I love those who do it, at night...

May I?

In dim parking lots,

shady nightclubs,

or outside,

at four or five in the morning.

When only vampires and lunatics lurk.

They make love.

And I watch.

Or join in.

Always on the lookout for a spark, a kiss.

They are my brothers.

The awake of this world.

Lucid enough for me to adopt.

It may sound sinister,

but it's not.

Mostly it's beautiful.

Joyful.

I'm with my kind. We understand each other.

All those bodies on the streets in daytime,

the frosty indifference...

At night we fuck.

We kneel in the bushes.

Lick skin.

Explore bodies with hard, cold hands.

Sometimes we cry together.

In a sudden glint of recognition.

Like with you.

When we kissed,

your mouth told your story.

What about your parents?

I couldn't stay.

I tried to explain. They didn't get it.

Their fear of life disgusts me.

A fear handed down from generation to generation.

Spreading like a virus.

Last week, I left for good.

What about money?

L gel b)'-

I loiter on the streets, in clubs,

wherever.

People buy me drinks, food.

When a man or woman seems open to it,

I ask for money.

I always find a bed.

I'm not going home yet.

I still need to learn.

When I come,

I spray like a guy.

It makes me want to start over.

Who'll dance with me?

Who'll dance?

Are you deaf?

I need to dance!

Calm down.

Dance!

Dance!

Fuck!

Dance!

No one wants me!

Won't anyone fuck me?

If you take me from behind, sure.

Fuck you and your sympathy!

I don't want tenderness.

Spare me your soulful drivel.

How can you be so naive?

We're alone. We fuck alone.

Everyone out for their own pleasure.

Take a better look.

Nothing but blasé bodies

and withered sentiments.

I'm so cold.

And you?

Who are you really?

You three...

with your high society airs?

Slut, sweetie...

You really want to know?

We'll tell you.

But it's a long stow.

At this point...

Along time ago...

Avery long time ago---...

Am I here?

Am I really here?

Yes, rest assured.

I'm drifting on a dream too.

I used to feel I was running after happiness,

without ever catching it.

When I was happy, I only realized afterwards.

I would say, "I was happy then."

And feel even sadder.

Today, for the first time ever,

I can say to you,

I'm happy.-

So happy my hands are shaking.

And I never cry,

but look at me.

Alas...

my tears will dry.

This state of grace will likely end with the night.

Promise me

we'll feel this way again.

You will once again make me cry tears of joy.

Somewhere else.

Tomorrow.

In a hundred years.

I promise.

I won't leave this earth until I fulfill my promise.

We hadn't bargained on the war.

This is an easy war.

Everyone says so.

We'll win in a matter of weeks.

I'll be back before you know I'm gone.

Don't go, I beg you!

Our love is not at risk.

It can conquer hunger and bloodshed.

Kiss me again.

Come quick.

Matthias was lying.

We both knew it.

It was a war like any other.

Barbaric and senseless.

For two months, I received letters.

Then... nothing.

Until the day they told me Matthias had died in battle.

Rejoice, young woman.

Matthias has sent me.

What are you saying?

Matthias is dead.

True, Matthias is dead.

But the dead never truly die.

They're everywhere-.

Wandering among us.

Matthias called to me.

He begged me.

I've never known such a lament,

such a desire to come back to life.

I happen to have the power to grant his wish.

I'll be here tomorrow at nightfall.

Ali?

Matthias?

Don't come near.

Don't worry, I'm no longer in pain.

I cannot stay, my love.

Listen to the gypsy.

You can trust her.

In the endless night,

in dreams of dead insects and silver graves,

I sometimes catch a glimpse of our long-ago kisses.

I have nothing to offer.

You have more than you know.

Before the war, I observed you and Matthias.

I've never known a more luminous, intoxicating couple.

Here's what I propose.

If I bring Matthias back to life,

let me be part of your love.

Be there for me, as I will for you.

I won't ask much, but... I want to watch you make love,

join in sometimes,

be near you like an old cat, tender and sexual.

Strange deal.

But I accept.

If Matthias returns from the dead,

we will be yours.

You will have eternal life, like me.

Together we will reap the pleasures of youth.

You're like Jesus.

Yes,

only worse.

Angel of cum

and hell sublime,

keeper of the schlong and wretched sepulchers...

may the demons, witches, ogres and beggars

hear my prayer and join you, o Lucifer,

neon-horned transgressor of divine laws,

so that debauchery may reign.

I implore the forces of mayhem,

secular monsters and transvestite saints.

Resurrect Matthias!

Make him your devoted servant!

Lips of excrement, vile elixir, I drown...

melt...

absorb...

and defecate a thousand golden suns and sins from you,

o ghost bandits who rape me!

Endless bacchanal!

Screaming demons!

Ashen semen!

Flaming entrails!

I, Harlot of the Dead, deliver a resurrection!

NOW!

Matthias?

Can you hear me?

I think so...

He's alive.

Alive!

My darling...

What about his face?

Kiss him.

And his eye?

It's the best I can do.

Death always keeps a souvenir.

Death always keeps a souvenir.

Listen to me.

Matthias' life depends on you, Ali.

Your desire.

Matthias must feel your desire vibrating, pulsating.

Matthias must feel your desire vibrating, pulsating.

It can be stimulated by Matthias or others.

What matters is vitality.

Sadness must never take over.

Matthias...

Matthias...

I will never love or desire anyone but you.

Say hello to your new love.

Early last century,

I decided to become their maid or whatever.

I decided to become their maid or whatever.

Mostly for the outfit.

You must've cried tears of joy, Ma'am.

Call me Ali.

But to answer your question, no.

Surprisingly.

I didn't cry.

I'm still waiting.

Honestly,

don't tell me you bought all that!

Doesn't matter if it's true or not.

It's their story.

Have you lost your ability to believe?

What time is it?

The heart of the night, surely.

The heart of the night, surely.

Now I know why you're so strange.

Me?

I'm not strange.

I'm absent sometimes, that's different.

I'm absent sometimes, that's different.

Everything was wonderful.

We three were very happy.

But as always, time took its toll.

Slowly.

So casually we thought it had spared us.

So casually we thought it had spared us.

Lately, another world is calling me.

That faraway world.

It can be frightening

but we must learn to love it,

tame it.

If we open ourselves up to that world,

it becomes peaceful.

So soft we can curl up in it forever.

So soft we can curl up in it forever.

Permanently still.

Floating...

Floating...

Our minds at rest.

So, yes.

I'm elsewhere.

Soothed by the sirens of that faraway world.

And yet, I am also here with you.

Listening to you, looking at you.

I find you all very beautiful.

I find you all very beautiful.

That's what I wanted to tell you.

I feel good.

It's been ages since I felt this serene.

This strong. One hand in the faraway world...

This strong. One hand in the faraway world...

the other on your shoulders.

Close to you.

Enamored of you.

I believe I can say, right now,

I believe I can say, right now,

I love you.

I love you all.

And now?

Now, we leave.

Away from this sadness?

Yes, all together.

On the streets.

The deserted city.

The deserted city.

On the road, to the forest.

Is this a dream?

It's a journey.

Coming?

Yes.

Yes.

Is there something in our drinks?

I feel strange all of a sudden.

Nothing remains.

Nothing but the night.

But the seven of us are hand in hand.

No longer afraid.

We have sailed seas.

Crossed continents.

We are old castaways.

And time

has stopped tonight.

Are we immortal?

All of us.

Ali...

I want you.

Then come.

Come closer.

Come closer.

Kiss me.

Undress me.

Matthias...

come join us.

I want both of you.

I'm kissing you too.

Kissing Ali and you.

I want this kiss to never end.

You like him, don't you?

Are you prepared to love him?

There's something about him.

I know.

I felt it.

Stay with me.

Hold me tight.

Hold me tight.

Ali...

Matthias...

There's a cinema here?

Yes.

A deserted cinema.

A phantom cinema.

Showing one of your films, right?

Showing one of your films, right?

My most beautiful film.

A film lost forever.

Who is he?

It's him.

My heart. The love of my life.

My son.

I left everything for him.

I left everything for him.

I want to stop the world and melt with you.

Far from men, far from everything.

Mother, where you lead I will follow.

We'll have our own island.

I'll cherish you,

feed you straight from my mouth.

Let me kiss you.

Mother mother, bitter lover...

It's too soon.

Tomorrow, perhaps.

Tomorrow, perhaps.

For months, it continued.

We were so close,

dying to touch, but never daring.

Each day ended with the same prayer.

Each day ended with the same prayer.

Give me a kiss.

Just one kiss.

Mother, mother, bitter lover,

be patient.

Tomorrow.

My desire grew and grew.

Ever more intense.

I felt I was going insane.

We had adjoining rooms.

His breathing lulled me to sleep.

Then...

Kiss me.

Wait for me tonight.

I'll come to your room.

Turn out the lights

and put on your diamond dress.

Mother, mother, bitter lover...

He left early that morning.

I tried so hard to find him.

Hired the best detectives.

In vain.

But on nights of clandestine love,

among the faceless bodies,

I wonder if he might be there,

waiting for me,

his caresses giving me pleasure.

I think of him all the time.

I stay inside all day.

I never made another film.

I'm so afraid.

There's no need to be afraid.

We're together.

I like you.

I lied to you earlier.

I find your member very desirable.

We're among friends here, I feel them.

The departed.

I feel them too.

They're hiding in the trees.

Entire forests of ghost trees.

All we have to do is call their names.

Three times.

Three times in a row, and they appear.

From deep in the forest.

Just for a few seconds.

Long enough for a word.

Long enough for a kiss.

Long enough for a blowjob.

Long enough for a memory,

reenacted in the cinema,

shimmering on the silver screen.

Then they disappear forever.

They can return only once.

After, nothing more of them remains.

Mom, can you hear me?

Mom,

Mom,

Mom!

Who are you?

I'm Jeanne Herrand.

Died age 43, in a car accident.

Mom...

I'm Erwan Menens.

Died age 8, in a forest fire...

I'm Claude Renan.

Died of tuberculosis...

Slop!

Enough!

Matthias?

What have you done?

Not tonight!

It's so soon!

Far too soon...

How can you leave me a second time?

What about your promise?

You forgot your promise?

Matthias!

Call an ambulance.

Please don't call anyone.

I need to be alone with him.

Please.

Let's go.

I can't stay, it's too tragic.

Don't leave me.

I need you.

But that phantom, that lament,

that hideous wound...

It all must've happened long ago.

0 night!

Night of the void, take me.

One thing is certain.

Someone devoured my heart.

I remember.

It's you, isn't it?

Your eyes...

Show me your eyes.

Thank you.

What for?

You and I are the same.

Don't be sad. Ever.

Our appetite is a gift.

The most joyous thing in the world.

We must always celebrate it.

Don't say anything-

You're so young.

A whole life ahead...

Where do you find your strength?

From him.

He's still here.

Seems he's also awaiting dawn to bid me adieu.

Not quite gone yet.

I guess he never will be.

I'll miss you.

And us? Is this really goodbye?

Yes.

That's the rule.

That's life.

A lusty talisman.

To keep you warm.

I've got nothing on me.

But...

I'll make a wish.

Prowess and poetry.

Isn't that what you wish for?

Along with love.

Speaking of which...

she's looking at you.

Where will you go?

I don't know yet.

I'll find something.

A path to follow.

A place to sleep before the sun rises.

I want to stay inside this night.

Close my eyes with her.

Can we walk with you a while?

The sun will soon be up.

I must go.

Thank you.

Thanks for everything.

Wait!

We don't even know your name!

Sacha.

My name is Sacha.

Sacha...

I think I like it.

Listen.

Don't say anything-

Hear me out before you speak.

I'd like you to stay with us a while.

I think...

we'd be happy together, the three of us.

I'm not asking you to replace Matthias,

because that's impossible.

You might think I'm acting on my emotions, but...

I really love you a lot.

Me too.

We really love you a lot.

And fuck it!

You might think I'm old-fashioned or something, but...

I'd like us...

I'd like us to form a family.

We could learn to live together

and love each other longer than anyone

because we'd be a family.

Do you understand?

Families don't leave each other.

Families are forever.

We could try, right?

Don't you think

it could be beautiful?