All language subtitles for Introspectum.Motel

(film reel clicking)

(eerie music)

(Philippe panting)

(eerie music continues)

(birds chirping)

(ominous music)

- Babe, it's fine.

- Not quite.

- [Susan] Better?

- There's something missing.

- You know, we should do something.

- Like what?

- Do you fancy a meal?

- A meal?

Sure, what should I make?

It was a joke.

- Yeah, I bet.

How about that new restaurant tomorrow?

- Tomorrow I'm not sure I can.

I've got a meeting with
Tim at the new site.

It's quite a way.

- Oh, come on, babe.

Spend a bit of time with me.

It's Christmas, fuck work.

- It's important.

If it all goes to plan,
it's a hell of a pay rise.

- Well, I could come with you then.

We could do lunch.

- Honey.

That's impossible, I'm sorry.

- Yeah, I know.

Stupid idea.

- Look, I'll try and
come home early, okay?

A date, huh?

Is that what you want?

(light music)

(Susan moaning)

- Say I love you.

- I love you.
(Philippe panting)

- Keep saying it.
- I love you.

- Don't stop.
- I love you.

I love you.
- Love you too.

(Philippe panting)

- I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

(traffic humming)

(Philippe sighs)

(lotion container cap clinking)

(lotion container thudding)

- Hey, let me do that.

- All done.

(blender whirring)

- Ah, I really hope
Chloe is gonna be okay.

- She'll be fine, honey.

Mom and dad will spoil her.

There was a dead fly in my face cream.

- Okay.

- It's not breaking news, Susan, just odd.

Are there flies in winter?

(Susan chuckling)

- What?

You'll be late for work.

(birds chirping)

(light music)

- Welcome to Walk of Art.

If you need any help, please let me know.

- Thank you.

Excuse me.
- Sir?

- I want this.

- A wise choice for a lucky lady.

It's my favorite color.

- Mine too.

Reminds me of something my
grandmother used to say.

What was it?

"Love is ever green and never jealous."

- Did you know green is the
color of both love and envy?

- [Philippe] No.

- It's an amusing contradiction.

(light music)

Sir.

- Thank you.

- Merry Christmas.

(car engine rumbling)

- 20% more.

Forget it.

- [Tim] We cannot afford to lose him.

He's a prime investor.

- Fuck him and his investment.

You tell him from me,

if he doesn't want to work with us,

step aside, others will.

It's his loss, Tim, not ours.

- [Tim] Jesus, are you sure about this?

- Of course I'm sure.

Nobody plays me for a fool.

- [Tim] Okay, fine, but
he will not be happy.

- Yeah, yeah.

Fuck him.

Whatever.
(gentle music)

(door creaking)

- Good afternoon, sir.

And welcome to the Orpheus Motel.

I'm Nina, how may I be of service?

- Very professional.

- New year, new management.

It's all changed.

Thought I'd get some practice in.

What do you think?

- Well, you look great.

Hey, where's Steve?

- Oh.
- I thought he was in today.

- He's sick, everyone is.

It's the flu.

Well, man flu.

- Well, I never get sick.

Healthy living.

Here, Merry Christmas.

- Oh, thanks.

- [Philippe] It's quiet.

- Yeah, for now, we're fully booked.

Got a big conference,
but nobody's here yet.

- Well, it's party season,

so they're probably in town getting drunk.

- I may join them.

It's better than being stuck here.

- Sounds like a plan.

Hey, if my client doesn't
show, why don't we do that?

- Do what?

- [Philippe] Go for a drink?

- Oh, thanks for the offer, but-

- What?

- You're not my type.

Sorry.

- What type am I then?

- The older married type.

- I meant as a friend, Nina.

You misunderstood.

Aren't you forgetting something?

- Key!
- It would help.

(phone buzzing)

- Room seven.

Your key, sir.

And enjoy your stay.

- Cute.

Don't forget my wake-up call.

- The same as usual?

- [Philippe] 7:00 on the dot.

- Done.

(gentle music)

(door slamming)

(water splashing)

- [Man] Room service.

- Yes, I'd like champagne
on ice with two glasses,

delivered to room seven
at nine o'clock sharp.

- [Man] Of course, sir.

- Thanks.

(gentle music)

(phone buzzing)

You gotta be kidding me.

And fuck you, too.

Bitch.

(Philippe sighs)

(keys jingling)

- Enjoy your stay.
- Thanks.

- Nina?

Batteries.

- Don't worry, I'll fix it.

- [Philippe] No rush.

- Hey, Philippe.

Healthy living.
- Yeah, yeah.

- [Paul] Sorry, have you got a light?

Thanks.
- No problem.

(lighter clicking)

- I'm Paul.
- Philippe.

- Nice to meet you.

Amazing view.

- I guess.

- Really, I think it's beautiful.

You know they run
meditation workshops here.

Trying to convince work to
let me bring the students up.

Increasing concentration
by relieving stress.

- You're a teacher?

- Lecturer, but yeah.

Comparative religious studies.

Yeah, I know it sounds boring.

Maybe it is, but anyway.

Here for a conference,
but no one's turned up.

Missed connection or
delay, something like that.

What about you?

What are you here for?

- As it turns out, I'm
in the same boat as you.

- Yeah, what do you mean?

- Was supposed to meet someone.

Doesn't matter.

- No, no, I'll listen if you want.

- It's a long story.

I'll go grab some food.

Catch you later.

(phone ringing)

- Hello?

(Nina whistles)

- Thanks.
- No problem.

Look after your room key.

I can't find the spare.

- Shame, I was hoping you'd
sneak in and fuck my brains out.

- I apologize, okay?

Get that crap all the time.

It's hard to know if
someone's being sincere.

- Forget it.

(wind whooshing)

(gentle music)

- Good evening, sir.

Ready to order?

- Yes, I'd like the soupe aux champignons,

followed by filet mignon, rare.

- And to drink?
- Merlot.

- Large or small?
- The bottle.

- Very good, sir.

(Chloe laughing)
(Chloe cheering)

- Hi, daddy.

I miss you, I'm really
excited for Christmas.

(wine splashing)

- Thank you.

(wind whooshing)

(gentle music)

- Evening.

Well, I was going to ask you
if you wanted a drink, but-

- Help yourself.

- Thank you.

I was thinking of heading
into town in a bit.

A few drinks, find some action.

Wanna come?
(wedding ring clinking)

Come on.

While the cat's away.

While the cat's away, the mice will play.

You don't know that one?

- Mice don't play.

They get stupid and caught in traps.

Snap, snap.

- Oh, not all mice are stupid.

I once knew a mouse that was so clever

it could steal bait from a
trap without getting caught.

Until it got caught of course.

- You knew this mouse personally?

Was he a close friend?

- I knew of a mouse, it's better.

And he was a she.

- Hm, one of the crafty ones.

To clever mice.

- Long may their tails twitch.
(glasses clinking)

So, the girl at reception.

- Nina, she's okay.

Why, you interested?

- Oh, she's nice.

- Nice means you wanna fuck her.

- Wouldn't you, given half a chance?

(mouth clicking)

Ah, you're bullshitting me.

- Nah.

I'm not her type.

Too old apparently.

The downside of hitting 30.

The feast slowly becomes a famine.

Tell you something though,

chick before Nina, what was her name?

Shit, it doesn't matter.

She had the biggest pair
of tits I'd ever seen.

Just beautiful.
- Whoa!

- I wanted to fuck her so much.

- Did ya?
- We hooked up on night,

but that's all.

- While the cat's away.

- Sorry.

I'm on the wine, I talk shit.

- Do you want to get a coffee?

- Nah, I gotta piss.

Back in a minute.

(light music)

It's just one person.

One opinion.

Fuck it.

- I know.

Oh, yeah, it's okay.

He's here now, one sec.

It's your wife.

- Honey, it's me.

Are you okay?

The meeting's over.

We had a few drinks to celebrate.

No I had a drink, I won't drive home.

Better safe than sorry.

Honey, I've gotta go.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, I love you, too.

Bye.

Why answer my phone?

- I am so sorry.

I, I thought it might be important.

- I don't need a fucking secretary.

(wind whooshing)

(static buzzing)
(bells chiming)

(fist knocking)

Who is it?

- [Man] Good evening, sir.

You ordered champagne.

- You're early.

I said 9:00.

(door creaking)

(zipper buzzing)

(wind whooshing)

(fist pounding)

(ominous music)

(eerie music)

- Surprise.

(gentle music)

(lips smacking)

(light dramatic music)

(zipper buzzing)

(light dramatic music)

(Philippe panting)

(light moaning)

Miss me?

- Every time you leave, I'm jealous.

- Don't be.

I don't fuck him anymore.

I'm all yours.

- [Philippe] I think I'm falling for you.

- You can't.

I'm not leaving my husband.

You're not leaving your family.

We agreed, right?

You promised.

- I don't always keep my promises.

- You're a naughty man.

But let's keep it light between us, okay?

Just enjoy ourselves.

Have some fun.

- Why?

I know you feel the same.

Besides I need you.

- No, you just wanna fuck me.

- Can't you see that
it's more than just that?

It's perfect.

- Let's go out.

Find a bar, get drunk.

I think I need to catch up.

- Why not call room service?

- It's not the same.

I wanna dance.

I wanna have some fun with you.

You think too much.

Let some chaos in.

- I can't dance and I hate chaos.

- You'll be too drunk to care.

Trust me.

- Hey, Nina.

You driving to town?

- I have a taxi outside.

- Can we share it?

I'll pay.

- If you insist.

(light music)
(traffic humming)

- [Philippe] What do
you like best about me?

- About you?

I like your smile, your sense of humor,

the way you make me feel.

And...

- What?

- I feel safe.

What about you?

- It's the way you look at me.

I look into those eyes and
everything else just fades away.

Feels like home.

Do you believe in fate?

- I don't know.

Like what?

- Do you believe people meet
and things happen for a reason?

- You mean like a plan?

- [Philippe] Yeah.

- [Camille] I believe in luck, not fate.

- [Philippe] So, you don't think
we're fated to be together?

- Maybe we were just lucky

to have found one another.

Dance with me.

(gentle music)

See, you're not so bad.

- I love you.

- [Man] Room service.

- Another bottle of
champagne for room seven.

- [Man] Very good, sir.

- Thanks.

(water rushing)

For you, beautiful.

- That's sweet.
- Merry Christmas.

- You know I can't.

- Just once.

He'll never know.

(wrapping paper crinkling)

(Camille gasps)
- It's beautiful.

(fist knocking)

Who is it?

- Room service.

That was quick.

(door creaking)

(suspenseful music)
(taser zapping)

- You can do this.

(hand slapping)

(Philippe gasping)
(Philippe panting)

Good morning, class.

First day of school.

First lesson.

Oh, the tape stays on for now.

So, who knows anything
about the golden rule?

Anybody?

Philippe?

No?

Okay, well, the golden rule
is a very old philosophy,

it dates back to Ancient Egypt.

From there, it spread through
the Middle East and to China,

and then to Europe.

Its roots are embedded
in every major religion

and it is the moral cornerstone
of civilized society.

It is a very simple, but
profound master stroke

of reciprocal altruism.

Oh, yeah, I'm sorry.

Are the big words going over your head?

I'll put it like this.

What is hateful to you, do
not do onto your fellow man.

Well, I'm gonna take
an educated guess that

that young lady wasn't your wife.

(eerie music)

I thought so.

You see that?

That is an excellent example
of breaking the golden rule.

(dramatic music)
Put yourself in my shoes.

Imagine you're not married.
(Philippe groaning)

It appears you wouldn't like it.

It's very painful.

(muffled screaming)
(chair creaking)

Guess what I found in there?

Your manners.

You were very rude to
me in the restaurant.

I was trying to do you a
favor answering your phone.

Your wife, she was in a blind panic.

She'd called earlier, but no reply.

Why would you do that?

I mean, even if playing
away you could have at least

let her know you were safe.

And there I was trying to help.

And all I get is abuse.

You know, I could've,

I could've told her
about the receptionist.

(tape ripping)
(Philippe groaning)

- Who the fuck are you?

Where's Camille?

(ominous music)

(knife clinking)
(suspenseful music)

What are you doing?

- [Paul] It's not here.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

- Your manners.

Hm.

You know what else isn't here?

There's no wrappers.

(trash can thudding)
(Philippe groaning)

(dramatic music)

Do you always fuck my
wife without a condom?

(ominous music)

- [Philippe] No, no, no!

- You see, I heard every word.

Connects to an app.

Recorded it, too.

What do you think she'd say?

(muffled talking)

All those messages, photos.

Okay, so in a minute, I'm
gonna take off the tape.

We need to have a chat.

If you make a noise...

Well, that's fine.

'Cause there's no one around, you see?

No conference.

All the rooms are booked for reasons

too numerous to enumerate.

(Philippe groaning)

(Paul exhaling)

(chair thudding)

(door creaking)
(ominous music)

That's Bacchus or
Dionysus if you're Greek.

God of wine, sex, madness.

Torn apart by the wrath
of a jealous spouse,

and later resurrected.

A symbol of death and rebirth
and a pruning of the vines

to encourage fresh growth.

Grapes for the harvest of new wine.

(bottle cap clinking)

You know, that's the exact
same look my students give me.

All they care about is console games,

getting drunk, who fancies who.

You know, to them, ethics are a meme.

(Paul gulping)

It's a generation of
hashtag retweet morals,

and celebrity is God.

You know, I once knew a guy so vain,

he said he believed in the almighty 100%

because he saw his face every morning

in the mirror when he shaved.

He died in a car crash.

Hit a tree while taking a selfie.

(tape ripping)

- What do you want?

- That's a good question.

- I don't want any trouble, okay?

- When you fuck another man's wife,

trouble's normally close behind.

- I'm sorry.

- Well, that's fine then, huh?

Off you go, no harm done.

- I'll do anything you want.

Anything!

Just don't tell my wife, please.

- Jesus Christ, well that
didn't take long, did it?

Oh, don't worry, Philippe.

I'm not gonna tell your wife.

- Thank you.

- No, you will on this.
(ominous music)

A full confession, then
it goes on your Facebook,

Instagram, Snapchat, all the
other shit you've got on here.

You know, really, this could be the phone

of a 12 year old girl.

Just saying it could be.

- That's not gonna happen, okay?

I have money.

I can pay you whatever you want.

Let's make a deal, okay?

- You mean like do business?

- Yes.

- I've got another idea.

Either you confess or I make you confess-

- 1,000 every month for life.

- No, you're not listening to me.

- 2,000 tax free, come on.

- I would not wipe my ass
with your money, okay?

I want a confession.

- No.

- Philippe.

- Fuck you.

(suspenseful music)

Jesus, man, no, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I won't touch her again.

I promise.

- You're just saying what
you think I wanna hear.

It's a survival instinct.

It's not sincere.

You have to be sincere.

And you have to make me believe.

- On my daughter's life, I'm sorry.

You gotta believe me.

I know I've screwed up, but think of her.

You'll destroy everything she loves.

Her family.
- And my family.

Not a second thought?

- Just let me go.

And we'll say no more about it.

- Well, what is that, is that a threat?

- No, no, no, no, it's not a threat.

It's a assurance.

No police, no trouble.

Just two guys coming to an arrangement.

Come on.

What do you say?

It's Christmas.

- Fuck Christmas.

Fuck Christmas.

Fuck you, too.

Is that all Chloe is to you?

Just a shield against consequences.

- You said Chloe.
(ominous music)

I never told you her name.

How do you know her name?

- That's a very good question.

That's two in five minutes.

Fuck, you must be getting dizzy.

- How do you know my daughter's name?

Tell me.
- No!

Philippe, education has a structure.

- If you've hurt my
daughter, I will kill you.

- Tell me what I want.

Then, I'll answer question number two.

- Revenge.

- [Paul] Not my style.

- You want a confession.

- [Paul] Why?

- You want me to suffer.

- You must try harder.

- You want to post the confession online,

and embarrass me.

Humiliate me.

- Please, don't think
of it as humiliation.

Think of it as an education.

- My daughter, you promised.

- I know Chloe.

(knife clanking)
(eerie music)

Hold that thought.
- Paul, Paul, Paul!

(muffled talking)
(lighter clicking)

(chair creaking)
(Philippe groaning)

(Philippe panting)

(Philippe groaning)

(door creaking)

Is Chloe all right?

- Shut up.
- Just tell me.

- As if you'll confess
if I tell you she's fine.

- I will.

I promise.

- And what do you know about promises?

(refrigerator thudding)

(bottle cap clinking)

Last chance.

Confess or I send everything
on the phone to your wife.

- You get nothing until
I know Chloe's safe.

- I've already got everything.

I win either way.

Just thought I'd give you a chance.

- A chance for what?

- Absolution.

Confession's good for the soul.

If you have one.

Hm.

- Paul, please, we can sort it out.

- Can we sort this?

- Don't do it.

She'll leave and take Chloe.

- Sent.

Bye bye, Chloe.
- Jesus Christ.

(Philippe whimpering)

I'm sorry.

- Don't feel ashamed.

This means you love.

There's hope.

"Give a strong drink unto
him that is ready to perish,

and wine unto those that
be of heavy hearts."

Proverbs.

(knife clinking)

So, let's talk about Camille.

Let's talk about what's been
snuffling between her legs.

A bloated bore with an
appetite for apples.

(ominous music)

I've been waiting for this.

Funny thing is I was following
you expecting to see Camille.

Stupid mice get caught in traps.

Snap, snap, snap.

And now for the coup de grace.

She'd deny it to your face.

I thought I was losing her.

I could see the struggle,
until I showed her that.

And now she knows the
truth that you are nothing

but a filthy fucking pig.

(light dramatic music)

Class dismissed.

(ominous music)

- Oh, I was about to forget.

I stopped by some friends.

I'm heading back now.

Doesn't matter who.

What are you, my mother?

Yeah, it was a joke, mom.

All right, bye.
(woman screaming)

(chainsaw buzzing)
(woman screaming)

(dramatic music)

(woman screaming)

(fist knocking)

(Philippe groaning)
(dramatic music)

(woman screaming)
(Philippe groaning)

- Philippe?

(Philippe groaning)

(chair creaking)

(chair arm cracking)

(door creaking)
(door thudding)

(suspenseful music)

(door latch clicking)

(chainsaw buzzing)

(man growling)

(muffled talking)

- Hm?

You want a drink?

Wait your turn.

(muffled talking)

(tape ripping)
(Philippe groaning)

- I want a cigarette.

- Manners, remember?

- May I please have a cigarette?

A light?

(Philippe coughing)

Sorry.

(suspenseful music)
(chair arm cracking)

(chair arm thudding)
(Paul groaning)

(Philippe groaning)
(knife clanking)

(Paul coughing)

(Philippe groaning)

Mother fucker!
- Oh!

- Is Chloe safe?

Is she safe?
- Yes, yes, yes.

- Where's Camille?

Where's Camille?
- Room 12, room 12.

(Philippe grunting)
Oh, fuck.

(door thudding)

Ah, ah!
- Come on!

(suspenseful music)
(Paul groaning)

- Camille!

(door thudding)

(Camille groaning)
(suspenseful music)

(taser zapping)
(Philippe groaning)

(body thudding)
(Camille panting)

(taser zapping)
(Philippe groaning)

- Susan, don't!

That's enough, that's enough.

(eerie music)

(zipper buzzing)

- What do you think?

I mean, it's not my usual
color, but then again,

there's nothing really usual
about tonight at all is there?

'Cause tonight I have a date.

It's absurd, isn't it?

I mean, why do we even bother really?

The average man is not gonna
go to this much trouble,

I can assure you.

But then again with a figure like yours,

I guess you don't have
to try very hard, do you?

You know, you and I have more
in common than you think.

I cheated on my ex-husband, too.

Had affairs.

And then, I met Philippe.

You know, we'd actually meet
here at this very motel.

It was our secret place.

Our escape.
(eerie music)

Oh, I was such a bitch back then.

Do you know what I mean?

Anyway, I had no regrets.

None.

None whatsoever.

I know it's funny, isn't it?

Because now you've
actually stolen him off me,

but don't worry 'cause I
don't blame you entirely.

You glad you helped me
catch him now, Camille?

Thought so.

(ominous music)

(wheelchair clanking)

(soft music)

(Susan spitting)

(Susan chuckling)
Jesus Christ.

Well, you know, if all else fails,

you'll have a shining
career as a gynecologist.

I would say they disgust me,

but in some ways when I think about it,

I feel it's a bit of a turn on.

I mean, what's wrong with me?

I'm beautiful, aren't I?

Of course I am.

Oh, and just for the record.

I heard everything by the way.

All that talk of true
love and feeling safe.

Philippe, you're God's gift to no one.

Dinner time.
(heels clicking)

(ominous music)

And don't you dare blame Paul.

I've known about your
little affair now for weeks,

and there was no business convention.

I charged every suite to your card.

I wanted to make this date extra special.

Nobody here, but us.

And as we both know, close
circuits here are a no-no.

It's a hideaway for cheats.

And when it pays, well, why
put cameras in paradise, eh?

Thank you, maitre d, can you
check on the food now, please?

It's funny, isn't it?

This morning when you left,

I was still that innocent
little housewife.

Mm, delicious.

You know, you really should
try some of this, Philippe.

It really, really is divine.

Oh, yeah.

Let me help you.

(tape ripping)
(Philippe groaning)

(Philippe gagging)
(Susan giggling)

You're supposed to swallow, my darling.

I mean, that's what you've always told me.

- Bitch, you won't get away with this.

- Maybe not.

After all, everything
we do has consequences.

Even for you.

- Consequences?
(door creaking)

Like what?

- For you, my love, a banquet.

Oh, starters.

And I've put something
a little extra special

in there for you.

Oh, would you like mommy
to feed you instead?

(spoon clinking)

- You can shove that spoon

and your date right up your ass.

- Philippe, what do they
call a dish best served cold?

- Revenge.

Is that what this is all about?

You could have filed for divorce.

Had the car, the house, everything.

Instead you teamed up with this loser.

- Oh, no, this is not
about a straight revenge.

This is about making something perfect.

I mean, that's what you always
like, isn't it, Philippe?

You want everything to be perfect.

Is this perfect enough for you?

It's pretty good to me.

(Philippe groaning)
(wheelchair thudding)

(dramatic music)
(Philippe panting)

(Philippe groaning)

(fist thudding)
(Philippe screaming)

(Philippe coughing)
(Philippe gagging)

Oh, you're clumsy.

Allow me.

Oh, such a baby.

Now, are we ready for our main course?

Maitre d.

(wheelchair creaking)
(Philippe coughing)

Perfection.

I mean, tell me, is it the constant stream

of altered images into your world?

You know, the body
beautiful, perfect breasts,

unwrinkled brow.

You have no idea what
it's like as a woman.

To be made to feel ashamed and fearful

of growing old on a daily basis.

Now, you look me in the eye

and tell me it's the same for men.

- Maybe it is.
- Bullshit.

- Susan.

Please listen.

We can fix this.

Let's go home, talk, whatever it takes.

Let's save our family.

- Hold that thought.

Main course.

Hm.

You know, in France, this
is known as a cassoulet.

I made it myself.

Takes hours to prepare,
but like most things,

when you put the time and
effort into it, it's perfect.

(fork clinking)

(suspenseful music)

- No.
- Open wide.

(Philippe gagging)
(Philippe coughing)

- You don't like it?

Well, I tried my very best.

It's time for dessert now.

(Philippe coughing)

Date's nearly over.

You wanted to have your talk?

So, what should we talk about then?

Weather, politics, TV?

- Chloe.
(light dramatic music)

- Oh, look.

It's a tart, your favorite.

(Philippe coughing)

(ominous music)

(heels clicking)

(knife clanking)

You know, they call this
the drink and forgetfulness.

One sip and all this
becomes a distant memory.

Are you ready to forgive
and forget now, Camille?

We can make this whole thing all go away.

Tell her what you told
me in the restaurant.

Go on.

Tell her how you want us to
start again and remain a family.

Show her how you begged.
(Philippe groaning)

Not so pretty now, is he?

- You wanna continue with
this stupid charade, fine.

Let her drink and then let her go.

(knife clanking)
(Susan humming)

(tape ripping)

(Camille panting)

- A toast then, to Absinthe friends.

- Do it.

What is the point?

- Well, it was really
lovely to meet you, Camille.

We should do it again sometime.

(door thudding)
- Camille, Camille.

(Philippe chuckling)

- Oh, and what's so funny?

- That's it, it's over.
(Susan giggling)

- Oh God, baby.

We are so far from over.
(door creaking)

(ominous music)

Cheers.
(glasses clinking)

(lips smacking)

See what you made me do?

Drove me into the arms of another man.

- You're such a fucking hypocrite.

How does your golden rule
theory sit with fucking my wife?

- There's a difference.

- [Philippe] Bullshit.

- You broke a rule, not us.

(light dramatic music)

(lips smacking)

You wanna watch while I fuck your wife?

I could turn you to the wall if you want.

- No, he can close his eyes if
he doesn't like what he sees.

(Susan gasps)
(bed creaking)

(light dramatic music)

(chair creaking)
(Philippe groaning)

(belt buckle clinking)

(Susan giggling)

(Susan moaning)

- You call that fucking?

You fuck like an old man.

Go on then, Paul, fuck her hard.

Cum on her and rub it all over.

She loves that.

You fucking old man.
(Susan moaning)

Is it even up?

I'm surprised you're hard after the amount

of booze you've knocked back.

Think you can last all night?

No chance, you weak fuck!
(Susan moaning)

- Oh!
(Susan giggling)

(Paul grunting)
(Susan moaning)

- Oh God, he's really good, Philippe.

But this could get a hell of a lot better.

Yeah, keep talking dirty to me.

Go on.

Make me really, really wet for him.

- Bitch, you disgust me.

Your pussy stinks.

I hated going down on you.

I can't believe Chloe came from that.

How can someone so beautiful
come from that sick cunt?

You whore!

- You know, Philippe...

Your wife's a really good fuck.

(Susan moaning)

Men would die to fuck a woman like this.

- Say I love you.

- I love you.

- Keep saying it.
- I love you, I love you.

- Don't stop.
- I love you, I love you.

(Susan moaning)
I love you, oh!

(Susan moaning)
(Paul grunting)

(both panting)

(Susan moaning)

(eerie music)

You know, I think he liked that.

- He didn't close his eyes.

Did that make you hard?

Did Paul fucking me turn you on?

- Or maybe you just like watching me.

(Susan giggling)

No, nothing?

Did you peek at sick cunt?

Verses to rival Blake.

- I don't think Philippe likes poetry.

- "Cruelty has a human heart
and jealousy a human face.

Terror, the human form divine.

And Secrecy, the human dress.

The human dress, is forged iron.

The human form, a fiery forge.

The human face, a furnace sealed.

The human heart, its hungry gorge."

- "For mercy has a human heart.

(somber music)

Pity, a human face.

Love, the human form divine.

And peace, the human dress."

Chloe.

- Share and share alike.

(hand slapping)

(door creaking)

(lighter clicking)
(wind whooshing)

(gravel crunching)

Still here?
- Yes.

- Why?

- Enjoy yourself?

- Yeah, well, now you
know what it feels like.

- Do you feel the guilt?

I always felt guilty.

- I don't know what I feel.

I just wanted to hurt him and you.

- Mission accomplished.

Feel better?

- A little, yeah.
(somber music)

I hate myself.

But I hate him a little less.

It's like a stone's been
lifted off my heart.

- Let's go home.

- And then what?

- [Camille] I don't know.

(Paul crying)

- You're gonna have to let me go soon.

The cleaners start doing
the rounds at 7:00.

Come on.

We're done playing games.

Untie me.

- You never complained about it before.

(chair rattling)
- God damn it, Susan.

Let me go.

- You know, babe, I doubt she'd

had gone to all this trouble for you.

- What do you mean?

- Camille.

She was so quick to leave.

Wasn't she?

Not even a "goodbye, Philippe."

(zipper buzzing)

Now, she's gone.

Forgotten.

Revenge is the best measure of love.

(knife clanking)

(wheelchair creaking)

Paul was such a pretentious bastard.

Good fuck though.

(Susan sighs)

Almost as good as you.

Why?
- Why what?

- [Susan] Cheat on me.

- The same reason we cheated.

The passion, the excitement, the chase-

- And the romance?

So, all of this was just-
- Was me.

It was all about my pride and my ego.

I am the guilty one.

I made the first move.

I chased her into bed.

That's what you wanna hear, right?

My confession.

Help me make it right.

- Well, Chloe needs her parents.

- She needs both of us.

- We all make mistakes from
time to time don't we, hm?

- We're a family, we can get through this.

- Maybe.

People have come back
from much worse than this.

I know that.

Unfortunately, I don't see that happening.

- What do you mean?

- Oh, Philippe.

I am so happy for you that
you've had your little insight.

But your family's not a bad
deal in need of a fix here.

- Fine.

Divorce me.

Take it all.

I don't care about that shit anymore.

All I care about is Chloe.

So, let's come to some arrangement.

- Jesus Christ.
- It doesn't have to be toxic.

- I think we're past toxic, dear.

- Don't punish her for my sins.

- Don't you dare believe
that you're a martyr.

Not for one fucking second.

Now, you listen to me.

What happens here happens
and for good reason.

You are pathetic.

- Add weak and childish to the list.

Vain, arrogant, self obsessed.

A martyr?

No.

I see what's important and
it's not me, it's Chloe.

- You're never gonna
see your daughter again.

- No, no!
(Philippe grumbling)

For Christ's sake, why?

You selfish fucking bitch.

Is all this really more
important than Chloe?

(Philippe groaning)
(Philippe panting)

- When we first got hitched,
pretty much the first weekend.

(knife clanking)

Remember how good the sex was?

I was already six weeks late, Philippe.

Already pregnant.

So, you see, you can't have Chloe.

She's not even yours.
(suspenseful music)

- You're lying.

- Why would I lie about my own daughter?

She's everything to me.

Not you.

- You fucking bitch.

You've been lying to me all these years?

- Well, a girl has to
take care of herself.

(clock ticking)

- Shit.

(phone beeping)

(phone ringing)

(phone beeping)

Philippe, it's Nina.

Rise and shine.

(fist tapping)

I'm sorry it's late.

Here's your wake-up call.

(fist tapping)

Hello?

(door creaking)
(ominous music)

(wrapping paper crinkling)

(eerie music)

Philippe?

- You'll both go to jail for this.

(light dramatic music)

- Here.

Might as well give it a go.

(Philippe spitting)

- Fuck you, I'll never forget this.

- So, there is no happy ending.

No forgive and forget.

(eerie music)

- The way I see it,
you've got two options.

You kill me or you let me go.

If you let me go, I press charges.

If you kill me, you go on the run.

Either way you lose Chloe.

You're willing to risk that?

(suspenseful music)

Revenge is the best measure of love.

(Susan gasping)

It's your choice.

- Actually, I've just
thought of a third option.

(light dramatic music)

(eerie music)