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MY MAN

Was that a disapproving look? - Not at all.

Sorry, but I noticed.

Have you never thought about getting paid for it?

By whom? - By men who want you.

I don't want any men. One is more than enough for me.

Your loss. You don't know what you're missing.

And where are those men?

Come with me. I have a good spot. They know they can find me there.

We're going to walk the streets together.

You can make lots of money. Can you smile?

Of course.

Come here.

This is where I weave my web.

Just sit down and wait.

Is it fun to play the whore?

Lovely. Delightful even. - No, seriously.

Because I don't know you.

'Is it fun to play the whore?', she asks.

Do I look unhappy? - No, like a real slut.

My name's Marie Arbath. Prostitute is my job.

And everybody is allowed to know that. No problem at all.

Happy in my head, happy in my cunt.

And a good-looking bank account. - Gilberte, an average housewife.

Do you like willies?

Why? - You're street walking now.

Hookers like willies. End of discussion.

Do you want a guy? Admit it then.

Yes.

Look at that outfit. As if you're going to church.

You should look casual, so that men are interested.

Here's one. - What?

A man.

A candidate.

A candidate for one night.

Where do you see that candidate? - Quiet. I can hear him.

You can hear him too. Listen to his footsteps.

You're right, it's exciting. - You will start shivering soon.

I hope he's not ugly. - No man's ugly if you look well.

Hello. - Hello, sir.

Don't you like hookers?

Yes, I do.

I sure do.

Make your choice then.

I almost made up my mind. Almost.

Hurry, man. The babysitter's costing me a fortune.

This is Mona. From now on, you're Mona.

You're her first customer. Spoil her.

Do you work part-time? - Talk to him.

Don't let him get away. - Come with Mona.

The hotel's there.

Ask for the key to room 12.

How much should I charge?

It's about the experience. - I'm not doing it for nothing.

Do it for the enjoyment. He's waiting for you.

How narrow-minded and unambitious.

The money will come. First, you give pleasure, then you think about money.

I sell love. Real, genuine love.

I make them hear music.

Let yourself be overwhelmed. You'll never be the same.

It's on the 6th floor. No noise. People live here.

Climbing the stairs is the best part, don't you think?

It feels like the first time.

Don't, please.

I want you to stop.

I can hear your heartbeat.

My heart's pounding too.

Can you feel we're almost there? - Yes.

Can you feel the warmth of my bed? - Yes.

One more flight of stairs.

No, wait...

Not without protection. I'll put it on.

You're so turned on. Is that because of me?

You're not going to come all over me, are you?

Do you want to come in my hands? That would be a shame.

Some girls change everything they touch into a fountain.

I was born with a talent to activate fluids.

Even during autumn leaves grow back. It's spring all year long.

You don't have a heart condition, do you? I'm always afraid someone's heart will fail.

Come on, sir. A bit further and we're there.

We're going to have some nice cookies.

I have to go for a pee first. Make yourself comfortable.

You're not deaf, are you? Make yourself comfortable.

Of course he's not deaf. He can hear me very well.

Come along.

It's not very proper, but you can come along.

You're being spoilt.

Show me your wallet first...

What do I get for losing my virtue?

You give me pictures and I give you music.

My name's Marie. Don't forget. Marie.

I have one weakness: I'm a bit of a piggy.

Next time, we'll really have sex. Promised.

Careful on the stairs.

Don't fall.

He might break a leg.

I like those old fellows. Although they're a lot of work.

Quite touching, a man with a whole life behind him.

All those past loves and death at the horizon.

Watch your step.

You put him in a chair. You assume a few positions...

...a couple of graceful postures.

You whisper a few naughty things in their ears...

...and there you go.

The birdie wakes up in your hand.

This one doesn't want to wake up. - I'm an old man.

I've been going for an hour. - What?

I've been trying to turn you on. It's simply insulting.

I won't get anything done today. - Me neither.

I can see that. You're going into the closet.

Into the closet? - Yes.

Why? I don't want to go in. - You're going anyway. Come on.

Be good. Marie'll be right back.

Wait. Forgot the condom.

We forgot the condom.

Why are you biting me? - Put on a condom.

You do it. - Alright.

Can I continue fucking now? - Yes, quickly...

Don't stop. Now me.

Did you come?

What did you think?

Was that because of me?

Yes, not because of the pope.

You're great.

Don't comment. Somebody's waiting for me.

I haven't paid yet.

I should pay you.

I hope he's not dead.

Nice of you to drop by again.

I felt a bit depressed. I thought:

Nobody cares anymore. Nobody loves me anymore.

I'm not trying to pick you up. Maybe you were just passing by.

I would like...

...to go upstairs again.

Don't you want your flowers? - Tell your bosses they're assholes.

Jesus...

You shouldn't sleep there. The rats will get you.

Don't lie there. There are rats here.

There are always rats near garbage bins.

Go sleep in the arcade. There are good spots there.

Do you have some money? - What?

Have you got some change?

Change? No, I've got no change. Only large notes.

Change...

For tomorrow morning.

For coffee, something to eat.

Did you eat anything today?

A roll.

And yesterday?

A roll.

Just my luck...

Some change, madam...

...for an old pall.

I'll warm something up for you upstairs.

Excuse me?

I'll warm something up for you upstairs. Come on.

I have some left over veal stew. How does that sound?

With a bit of red wine?

Thank you, madam.

Eat the meat, not just the bread.

I soak the bread in the sauce.

Nice sauce.

Nice wine too.

Good wine.

Don't you want...

...to take off a few coats?

Never. They'd get stolen.

When you sleep, they steal your coats.

Do you have coffee as well?

Coming up.

Thank you.

And don't forget my change.

Thanks, that was very kind.

Where are you going now? - Find a place to sleep.

Don't you want to sleep here?

Where?

At my place. At least it's warm.

You can sleep near the heater.

I won't say no.

Look.

Look.

For you.

Don't you need love?

I'm very sweet.

Men who have sex with me go crazy.

Don't you want to suffer for a moment?

Shut up.

Can you shut up?

Alright, I'll shut up.

Turn around on the bed.

How?

Doggie style.

Yes, right away.

I'm ready.

Don't move anymore. - Alright.

Shut up. - Yes.

Do you have condoms? - In my bag.

Come.

Ask it.

I'm asking. - What are you asking exactly?

Whether you want to fuck me.

Later. I'm smoking a cigarette now.

I said I'm smoking. Unbelievable.

Didn't you like to be slapped?

Yes, I loved it.

What's your name?

Marie.

I don't remember my name exactly. I think it's Jeannot.

I'm not sure either, but I think I'm a whore.

Come, let's fuck instead of talk.

I want so see some more skin.

Harder. Harder.

Jeannot...

I love you.

Do you want to do it again?

No thanks. I'd rather wait.

Get me a bottle. - A bottle of what?

Wine.

Why did you put on your nightgown?

I was hoping that would make you want to stay...

...and feel at home.

Do you want to be my pimp?

Your pimp?

That would make me yours.

What do you mean by 'pimp'?

You'd get all my money.

I make 5000 a day. If I try hard, I can double that.

Will you give me all your money? - All of it.

What if you need money?

Then I'll ask you for it.

What if I don't give you any?

Then you'd be a real pimp.

Pimps are assholes who beat their women.

You'll be a nice pimp, a considerate pimp...

...who takes you to boxing matches...

...gives you presents, remembers your birthday.

I don't like the idea. I have to think about it.

Alright, think about it.

Then I'll show you what a woman in love is like.

This helps you think.

I love you.

What did you say? - I love you.

Say it again.

I love you.

Sorry, I can't hear you. You speak so unclearly.

I'll quickly get some warm croissants for my Jeannot.

The coffee's already been started. I'll present you life on a platter.

Sorry, ladies. There's a man in my bed and he can't get away.

Would you like some croissants? - She's so pale.

I used to screw myself silly as well.

Thank you for this bliss. Thank you for this gift.

Thank you for this coincidence, even though it's no coincidence.

What's going on?

Are you Marie Arbath?

Prostitute?

Why are you a prostitute?

Why? Can't I be a whore?

Nobody forced me. I'm a whore by vocation.

I love money, I love men. And I love to sell dreams.

Pimp...

Pimp...

To enjoy a walk in the crisp morning air.

A clean shaven chin.

Surrounded by a light scent of eau de toilette.

Clean underwear every day.

Immaculate shoes.

Marie, Marie...

Such a sweet little woman.

Do you know this man?

Are you asking me? Of course. He's my man.

Do you know his past?

I don't care. I'm only interested in his skin.

Every inch of it.

What are you doing here? Finished your walk already?

The moment I leave, my thoughts are all about you.

Try to become a bit tougher.

I can't.

I knew you were getting dressed. I wanted to look.

I have to work, Jeannot.

All this work. I can't spend all day in the streets.

A nice cup of espresso, Mr. Jeannot?

A cup of espresso...

Easy, Jeannot. Take life as it comes.

I have a lovely little woman, but if you continue to flaunt your beautiful breasts...

...I won't be able to control myself anymore.

Sorry, it's company guidelines.

Where are we going?

Are we going to have lunch? I only have half an hour.

Half an hour is enough.

How much do you want? 1000? 2000?

I don't want any money.

A girl like you should demand money. Don't you want my money?

I didn't say that. - What did you say then?

Nothing. Nothing at all.

You do want me, don't you?

Now, for instance...

...if I caress you in your panties...

How does that make you feel?

Good...

Business is going better. That girl is good.

I call her Sanguine. A good name for her.

My name's not Sanguine. - It is for me.

It's a good name for business.

What business? - What?

What a question.

Look. For you. Count it. 5000 francs.

You're worth it, honey.

You're worth it to me. If I had more...

...you'd get more.

And? How does it feel to be a whore?

I'm asking you a question. How does it feel to be a whore?

Did you ever consider it before you met me?

Did you ever consider it?

Are you thinking about it now?

You are, aren't you?

They're all thinking about it. They just need a bit of help.

Shall I help you cross? - I can do it on my own.

I'll protect you. I'll make the cars stop.

It's easy this way. You're already on the other side.

Thank you, sir. - My pleasure.

It's a good introduction, isn't it? - Yes, very good.

A room with a double bed. - Let me look...

I have this natural talent: my dick. It always does what I want.

When I want to fuck, it's ready. Women really appreciate that.

You too, honey?

Do you still want me?

He asks if I still want him...

We have to agree on something. It's very important.

On what?

When you're fed up with me, throw me out.

Ok, Jeannot.

I'll leave right away.

I promise. But I'm not fed up with you.

I hate being a pimp.

You're not a pimp. - I hate it. Don't talk back.

I'm a nice pimp.

A very nice pimp.

I haven't beaten you yet. - No.

There. You didn't see that coming.

You have to learn to see it coming.

You have to duck, to turn away.

Now you hit me.

Again.

You didn't even touch me. But I touched you.

Another one.

You should duck or you'll get bruised.

I didn't hurt you, did I? Or else I'll stop.

Not at all.

Darling, you're not afraid of me, are you? - Not at all.

Real pimps beat you up.

Shall I play some music? To calm down?

What kind of music do you have?

A beautiful Vivaldi...

...or Barry White. - Barry White then.

Should I continue to be your pimp?

Should I continue to be your whore?

Not so rough with my tool.

You do live up to your reputation.

Disgusting to humiliate me in front of my lover.

Which one is your sweetheart? - Shut up, asshole.

What did you say? - He didn't say anything.

Keep your ass on that chair. Sit on your cunt, your instrument.

Can you be a bit more polite? - Why? We're among scum.

Idiots! Who is she?

Another girlfriend of your friend. Sit on your ass.

I knew you felt like a bite to eat.

You always know what I want.

I've got plenty of ideas. - I don't want to know, Jeannot.

A lot's going to change.

How?

Completely.

Our collaboration's going smoothly...

...but there are also things I don't like.

Like what? What's wrong?

Did I do anything wrong?

I don't have my own place, where I can be at peace.

While you work, I go from bar to bar.

I look good, but I'm always wandering in the streets.

Then we'll find a bigger house.

You should have told me, darling. Do you want to move?

Yes, please. Then I can come and go as I want.

I'm a whore in love. Is there a law against that?

Can't a whore crawl up to someone after a day's work?

It's the only thing I'm good at. Can I help it that I'm horny?

I don't bother anybody. So I can live with a man...

...and give him the money I make with my cunt.

So you admit that Jean Bourdelle lives with you and that you support him?

This is much better.

I won't be bored anymore.

Do you want a drink? Whisky?

Champagne? Tea?

Would you mind walking Kiss Me?

Come on, boy. My food's waiting.

Hello, Mr. Herv�. - Hi kid, how's the little darling?

Where have you been, naughty boy?

I thought you were dead.

Not at all. On the contrary.

Is the gentleman content?

Now you have to take it off.

Ever since I look after her, her work conditions have improved.

Your coffee, sir. With sweeteners. - Look, how beautiful.

Breathtaking. - You'll enjoy it, sir.

Have you got a boner too? - Oh no.

You're kidding me.

Rock-hard. - Of course, with a show like that.

Fuck her then. Don't wait until you're old.

I often fuck her. - Not when I'm there to watch.

I'd like to see the darling come.

Like a real diva, I bet.

Please, kid. Give a little demonstration.

Never do that again.

He hasn't touched you. He only watched.

Never again, I said.

My key, Jeannot.

The key to my apartment. Put it in your pocket.

You can come in without a warning. I'll be waiting for you every day.

They were good times, though.

Beautiful, loving times full of feminine shapes.

Marie... Sanguine...

And soon M�lissa.

Why does true happiness never last?

It doesn't bother anybody, does it?

Of course, I had to perform.

They say pimps don't work. But they do have to fuck.

Now I have a moment of peace.

I'm mending a bra.

My rolled veal is cooking.

In five minutes, I'll have a nice cold beer.

And there's no way around it: there's more screwing to be done.

Hey, I'm busy. Can't you wear a robe?

What are you looking at?

What do all these bitches want from me?

That's M�lissa. It's not easy for me.

I could say no. But I can still do that.

But in this time of unemployment, refusing work is amoral.

Especially if you love your work.

Why do I allow this?

Why?

Do you also admit to giving 109,000 francs to Jean Bourdelle...

...for the purchase of a Fiat Convertible with leather upholstery...

...that he gave to Sarah V�zaian, present here?

I don't know a Sarah V�zaian.

A gift?

For Sanguine.

Big or small? - What do you think?

This is so exciting, Jeannot. What is it?

It's waiting for you.

From the jeweller? - No, not from the jeweller.

Only the keyring's from the jeweller.

Is it a car, Jeannot?

There's a key attached.

Where is it?

I want to give you to all men.

They can all have you.

Do you know what a leech is?

That's impossible. When I found him, he was too weak to hold up his hand.

And then you lent him a hand.

He had nothing. I had everything.

He didn't know I was a whore. All he wanted was some bread and warmth.

For instance, you're at the bar.

Nothing special. It won't make you tired.

Just be beautiful and wait.

I look like a whore. - Not at all. What makes you say that?

A foreigner who's lost...

...and who'd like to be offered a drink by a charming gentleman.

You must have the guts to live.

Don't go too far away. - I'm sitting here.

Look. I'm meeting a Japanese customer.

I don't want to be a whore.

You're right.

Not even out of love for you.

You're right, Sanguine. Don't ruin your life.

I'm gone, Jeannot.

Goodbye.

That's a bit of a downer. But she won't last a week.

Now it seems like a good idea to find a florist.

Didn't I say so?

I want to try one more time. Give me another chance.

But don't go under 2000. - I promise.

Let them talk, Marie. Find a lawyer and in half a year, I'll be out.

Mr. Michel?

Sanguine.

Nice little set. Italian brand?

No, Simone P�r�le.

She makes nice things.

Beautiful.

Come, let's go to the bathroom.

Wash your hands.

For me, this is the pinnacle of intimacy:

To be in the bathroom with a woman wearing lingerie.

Take of your stockings and suspenders. Panties and a bra is much more intimate.

And take of your jewellery. It acts like a shield.

I want you to be vulnerable.

What's that? Are you crying?

She's really crying. What's wrong, girl? Am I insensitive?

I don't want to be a whore. - You don't want to be a whore?

No, I want to go home. Go to sleep.

You'll get your money back. - Is anybody forcing you?

No, nobody's forcing me.

Then why do you do it? Answer me.

Inspector Marvier from the vice squad.

Who's forcing you to sell your body? Answer me.

Miss V�zaian, could you repeat what you said about Mr. Bourdelle...

...for Miss Arbath? She doesn't seem to understand.

No.

No, I can't. - Why not?

I just can't.

Just read her statement.

Sarah V�zaian, 40 Mont�e des Fleurs. Lyon.

Profession: manicurist.

Question; How long have you known Mr. Bourdelle?

Answer: Half a year.

Question: When did you become his mistress?

Answer: Straight on the first day.

Question: Before you knew him...

Do you know a lawyer? - Of course.

Do you think your lawyer's coming?

He said he'd come. So he will.

So you trust men?

That we're sitting here, doesn't mean you're my friend.

You're a leech. I can take care of my own affairs.

Don't get so worked up. - I'm not worked up.

My guy's in jail, everything's fine. The same, weirdo.

If you ask politely. - I am asking politely.

Can we join you?

We have enough problems already. - So do we.

Everybody has problems. - Get lost, jerk.

Two whiskies. - Get lost. Are you deaf?

No man can ever touch me again.

How do I continue living now?

Do you know?

How do I continue living? - Yes, we'll miss him.

Not 'we'. I will miss him.

And you'll forget him.

You never knew him. I knew him.

I took him off the street. I gave him everything.

And I did it all wrong.

Where's that fucking lawyer? Is he weaselling his way out too?

Shall we leave? - And do what?

Start living.

Without him? I'm cold without him.

How did you manage in the past? - When?

Before you knew him. - I was waiting for him.

I was a whore.

All whores are waiting for the one. The one man.

The fucking bastard...

He can stay in jail. So he can never hurt anybody again.

He treated me well.

Me too.

Too well.

And you shouldn't treat a woman too well. She'll go crazy.

How did you become a whore?

Tell me.

I tried, but I couldn't do it.

Shall we go to a church?

Why? - Do you have a better idea?

Come on, don't argue. Let's get some fresh air.

There's the lawyer.

Too late, dude. We don't need you anymore.

We talked about it...

...and the conclusion was that we don't need you anymore.

She saved my life.

What's your name again? - Sarah.

How did she save your life?

By kicking my ass.

Do you want my scarf? You look cold.

Thank you. - It is chilly.

Then you should warm up. That's why I go here.

Loneliness is terrible.

I'll never be a whore again.

What will you do then?

Find a guy and give him two kids.

What kind of guy? - Doesn't matter.

A good guy, who's like a brother.

I'll cook, change diapers.

And in the evenings, we'll watch entertainment shows...

...or a good American series. I love them.

They're fascinating. - Very fascinating.

But how do you find a guy like that?

They're everywhere. Cute cool guys with a heart of gold.

Look at the guy who just came in.

He's searching his pockets for money to pay for a cup of coffee.

He doesn't look very exciting.

Completely my type.

Sorry, I'm going. My destiny's calling.

Problems?

I saved money for a cup of coffee.

Got a hole in your pocket? - I'm afraid so.

Here. People like us shouldn't be looking for money for hours.

I'm not begging. - Nobody says you are.

I've never begged. - I believe you, dear boy.

I have no work, but I'm looking hard. And I always find what I'm looking for.

A coffee.

Do you want to have two children with me?

Do you want to have two children from me?

One after another or two at a time? - One after another. A boy and a girl.

That would take at least two years. - Much longer.

I don't know you. You could be a whore.

I'm a whore who's quitting. - Why are you quitting?

Because I'm tired.

I don't want children from a whore. - Only two. Not a whole bunch.

Who else could do it? - Plenty of guys who'd want to.

I'll ask him.

My friend wants two children. Do you want to be the father?

Fine. I'd love to. - I want you.

Why me? - You're young and handsome.

You're a spring person. I need you.

I feel lost.

I need someone who comforts me, who says sweet things.

Look, he's already getting attached to me.

Aren't you?

She looks quite alright. - He says I look alright.

Did you hear that? It's going smoothly.

I'm happy.

Do you let him stand at the bar on his own?

He has to work to get what he wants.

Hello.

This is my friend Sarah. We're sworn friends.

Does she want children as well?

You'll find out. Since you'll be at it anyway...

Marie...

I don't mind being Marie. - Why are you waiting for me here?

I live nearby. I'm getting some fresh air. - At 8 in the morning?

That's when the prisoners are released.

What's wrong? Forgot something?

Send that woman away. I want to be released in peace.

She's not hurting anyone. It's a free country.

Can I go back in?

Aren't you feeling well? Do you need to see the doctor?

What's wrong? - Bourdelle doesn't want to leave.

Your holiday's over. You have to get back to work.

Can I stay a bit longer? - Your bed's being used for the next guy.

Where did she go?

What do you want? - Do I look as if I want something?

There's never anybody waiting when I'm being released.

That's because I hurt women too often. Marie didn't even write.

And my letters to her were returned. 'Not at this address.'

A man who's released wants a women. Because we're soft, warm, open.

Would you like some hot coffee?

Hot coffee? - Yes, hot coffee.

I live across the road.

The heating's up high and there are clean sheets on my bed.

Do you want to rest?

You look at my grey hairs. Are you afraid of a few grey hairs?

I'll be light as a feather. I won't even wake you up.

Just a cup of coffee in my kitchen. Then I'll let you go.

Please, sir. Don't let me down. I've been waiting for so long.

What are you waiting for? - For a man who needs me.

I'll look after him as if I was his wife.

What's your name? - B�rang�re.

Where do you live? - There...

This way. Follow me.

Good coffee? - I wouldn't be drinking it if it wasn't.

That scared the shit out of me.

Sorry, I'm a bit tense.

Me too.

Your pants are covered in coffee.

My pants are covered in coffee...

Let's take them to the cleaner's.

Is there one around here? - Yes, there is one.

I hate those things.

I'll run a bath.

How about that?

I like everything you do.

I can't go on, Marie.

I have no more strength.

This is the end of the line.

Jean-Fran�ois Loriot.

How many are there left? - At least 100.

What a dog's life.

And you, who are you?

Jean-Fran�ois Loriot.

A loriot is a bird.

A kind of lark. - Smaller.

Yellow. - Yes, but with black wings.

Won't you sit down?

Are you shy? Inhibited? Clumsy?

I'm unemployed and have a family.

Doesn't your wife work? Why not?

To reduce the unemployment rate.

Sit down. - I'm already sitting.

This is standing and this is sitting. Do we agree on that?

Big mouth? - Not at all.

I'm a humble applicant.

Why did Jones & Jones fire you after a week?

How do you know that? - Am I not allowed to know?

Am I supposed to hire slackers? - I'm not a slacker.

That's not what the computer says: blacklist.

That yellow Loriot's on the blacklist.

They were assholes there. I didn't have anything to do.

'If you're not able to do nothing, you won't amount to anything.'

I was not allowed to help anybody. - Didn't you get paid?

Isn't that a good thing? They had no work. - Why did they hire me then?

To receive the bonus. That's how it works. Everybody fucks everybody.

What kind of education have you had?

Technical College.

With GT 40? And VTO?

No VTO. - Then I can't hire you.

VTO doesn't exist anymore. - It does for me.

I'm looking for somebody qualified, not for a troublemaker. We're done.

Who's next?

I'm staying. I consider myself hired.

I've got a job. Can I make a quick call home?

Hasn't your phone been disconnected?

Old fuck, asshole, jerk.

I have a beautiful wife and two lovely kids.

They'll be all over me and she'll be looking at me sadly.

How can I come home empty handed? Monday, my allowance will end.

I won't have any rights anymore.

Except for the right to beat up assholes.

Do you know how to beg? It's new to me.

Get your beanie. - Why?

I'll show you: Please, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you.

That simple. Unfortunately, I can't stay. I'm taking a lady out for dinner.

Do I get any of the money? - No, you have to earn it yourself.

Wear your beanie. It's cold.

They only give to the rich, not to the poor.

Begging didn't work.

Why not? - They thought it was a joke.

People always think that.

When the power was cut off, I also thought it was a joke.

Wasn't it?

Maybe it was, but I didn't think it was funny.

You take them to bed. I have lots of things to do.

Come on, darlings. Mummy's busy.

She has to clean up, cook...

Careful. Those men can't be trusted.

And they're very stingy.

Don't worry, When times are hard, a joke always works.

But can I make them laugh?

I need a drink.

I'm having a glass too.

Kiss.

The main thing is that we're together.

With the children.

That we're one.

Do you feel like we're one?

More than ever.

The main thing is that your love for me remains intact.

Even in difficult times.

When I see your face...

...and think about how lucky I am...

...then I know that life's a gift.

Are you out of your mind? - Do you feel like sex?

Excuse me? - Do you feel like sex?

With you? - Yes. I need money.

If I had money, I'd invest it.

How much? - For what?

For going with you. - Depends how long.

Half an hour? - 1000 francs.

What? What would you do for that?

Too expensive? - Ridiculously expensive.

I'm not a tourist.

How much do you offer?

No more than half. Maybe even that's too much.

500 then.

Are you an amateur? - Anything wrong with that?

They're no good at it. - You'll be surprised.

200, no more.

Do you want it for free? That's ok with me.

Why would you do that? - Because you're my type.

A really tough guy.

She's really crazy. I don't know you. Get lost.

Bumping into pregnant women? - Not at all. I was arguing with a whore.

What do you have against whores? - Nothing.

Never mind. He doesn't want love. - Never badmouth whores again.

I wasn't badmouthing them. - You've got the face for it.

I'm taking you home. You're done with this.

Why don't they want me anymore?

Men used to be all over me.

Stop for a bit. I have a severe contraction.

Let's sit down.

They're gone.

Are you sure?

Yes, I'm alright again.

Who's that guy? - I'd like to know too.

A friend of yours? - I don't know him.

What's he doing here? - Ask him. he's not talking to me.

What are you doing here?

He's out of it. - He knocked. I opened...

...and he sits down without saying anything.

Did you lose something? - Wrong floor?

Maybe he lived here once. - Before us.

Lost in his memories. - No nice memories, by the looks of it.

Maybe he's hungry.

Do you want to eat something? - There's leftover veal stew.

It's time. My waters broke.

I'm going to bed. - This time you'll stay.

You're not having a baby. - It's your child. Call a cab.

During a birth, he always goes to bed.

I can't handle deliveries. - You're coming.

Good luck.

Do we need to talk?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Marie.

I'm sorry, women.