All language subtitles for Bertrand Blier - Tenue de soirée AKA Ménage (1986) France

Are you ready?

One, two, three!

Idiot, stupid asshole.
You're no better than a turd.

Goddammit! What did I do
to deserve such a blockhead?

But I love you.

I know. You won't stop saying it.
Change your tune.

Give me some good news
instead of always talking about your love.

What I would like to do is take a bath.

A bath in a bathtub.

Do you know what a bathtub is?

A hollow thing with faucets.

And when you turn on the faucets,
something comes out. Hot water.

And there's something else I'd like to do.

Change my underwear
at least once in my life.

I'm sick of looking like a mop.

I find you very beautiful.

Shut up. You bore me,
always saying I'm beautiful.

You love me more if I stink more.

The shittier it is,
the more romantic you get.

I bet all you want right now
is to ask me to dance.

It's true. I'd like to.

Poor bastard!

What's blinding you?

We're drowning and you don't even see it.

We're dying in vain.

And you think about dancing?

Idiot.

You think I'd dance with a guy like you?

You're nothing. You don't exist.

All you do is devour me
with your puppy dog eyes.

It wouldn't occur to you
to get us out of this mess.

You've got no guts, no balls.

I'm sick of carrying you around
like a bad luck charm.

Is that all? Are you done?

Haven't you forgotten anything?

I don't want to end up homeless
on a subway vent

with a bottle of cheap liquor
to keep me warm!

I bet you'd still tell me I'm beautiful!

You need to leave, Antoine.
You're useless.

I'd rather be alone. Get out of here.

I don't need a moron in tow.

You're bad luck!
You're depressing! Go away!

Shut up, or I'll slap you again!

Ten thousand. Is that enough?

How much for you to shut your mouth?

Who is this guy?

Where did he come from?

Do you know who you just slapped?

I don't want to know her.
She's a loudmouth.

She's my wife.
She can talk to me any way she likes.

She's one hell of a woman.

This knife has never been used.

We can christen it now.

Don't move. I'll make it easy for you.

I don't want
a crook's blood on my clothes.

Aim under the water line
or the boat won't sink.

Have at it. The crew is drunk.

It's a souvenir from prison.

Have you ever been to prison?

Put your knife away and sit down!
Don't be a brat.

My name's Bob.

I have one principle,
a man must command respect.

Look, she's stopped complaining.

She got slapped, she's calmed down.

What's your name?

Denise?

Odile?

-Monique?
-Monique.

You don't even have an original name.

Don't let them walk all over you.

You don't get a face like yours
just anywhere.

You're a thousand times better than her.

And what's your name?

Antoine.

What a nice name.

Smells like fresh sawdust.

What do you do? Are you a mechanic?

-No.
-Unemployed?

-No.
-A crook?

-No.
-You're nothing then.

Spread your wings, my boy.

Won't your slut let you fly?

Here. To begin with,
I'll give you ten thousand as well.

It'll seal our friendship. Here.

When I have money, my do too.

Don't make that face, woman.
Don't be jealous.

Look, I'll give you more.

You can buy some wild silk underwear.

Look at her.

In five minutes, she'll be bawling.
Overcome with emotion.

How do you do it?

-Do what?
-Have so much money.

I have a lot of pockets.

You have to get it where you can.

It's everywhere,
it's pouring out of the gutters.

You just have to pick it up.

Is that so hard? Do you have a weak back?

Where are we going?

Stop asking where we're going.
What's wrong with him?

He's scared.

Don't you ask where you are?

-Why? Where am I?
-That is the question.

Look around you and tell me where you are.

-In the street.
-What kind of street?

Nothing unusual.

Is it quiet or busy?

Quiet.

Is it a slum or residential?

Residential.

-Can you smell the money?
-What money?

That you'll be putting in your pockets.

We'll start
with the big white house. See it?

Wait! I don't like dirty tricks.

I'm on the fence, but that could change.

I won't play the fool anymore.

What's with this guy?

I don't know. He's right up my ass.

What are we going to do?

-Rob!
-Why this house?

-Do you prefer the one in front?
-No.

They're all full of dough.

-What if there are people?
-People?

People in their houses.
It's not Assumption Day.

Listen to me.
I'm a burglar. I know my job.

-If you chicken out…
-I won't chicken out.

It's this way.

I used to be scared too.
The first time, I shit my pants.

-Do you have a revolver?
-No.

-Do you have a crowbar?
-No. No need for a crowbar.

You have to wet locks, like all orifices.

You start with saliva…

and wait for it to give.

It smells like tax fraud.

Why do you think that?

The thickness of the carpet.

Imagine if we had a house like this.

You're an idiot!

-Don't you like light?
-What if the cops go past?

The less you worry, the better for us.

What the hell are you doing?

I'm going to take a bath.

You should do the same.

Are we here to rob the place
or to freshen up?

Stealing a bit of cleanliness
and elegance.

You look awful. Like an escaped prisoner.

That's better.

I told you this jacket would suit you.

Try this as well.

-Are you making fun of me?
-No, I'm not.

I just want to see. No one is watching us.

The fur should caress your cheek.

Are you a fag, by any chance?

I have a lot of plans for you.

Monique!

We need to get out of here,
we're with a fag.

What did you say?

He's a fag. Bob's a queer.

-Quick. Get dressed.
-What did he tell you?

I told you it smelled like tax fraud.

Look at this little nest egg.

You look cute in that little slip.

Bouncy, even.

Let me see how good you smell.

She smells so good!

This could change everything.

He can't be a fag.

Who says I am?

If I rub up against him
he'll get a hard-on.

-Monique!
-Wait!

Don't move.

I can feel it coming.

Okay. That's enough.

My God! If all fags were like this
there would be fewer unhappy women.

Wanna check for yourself?

I messed up, okay?

Everyone makes mistakes.

Take you money.

-Are we sharing?
-No.

I don't want to.
Take it, it's all for you.

-Why?
-Just because.

Because.

How did you know to go to that house?

My nose, my friend.

I have a big nose.
A heightened sense of smell.

Wait, don't move.

Can you smell the ingots?

What ingots?

I smell ingots somewhere.

They don't smell.

It's pulsating…
It's beating like a convict's heart.

I think it's in this house.

It's trying to go unnoticed,
but I can see it.

Not again. That's enough for one night.

A house at night is like a woman in bed.

It turns and groans.

And when it groans, I go in.

Deepest, darkest France.

-How are you going to open it?
-I'm not going to.

People aren't stupid enough
to put their ingots in the safe.

They're probably in the attic.

Attics imply trunks.

-They've been here since the war.
-My God!

That's impossible.

You know these houses,
someone told you about them.

Your nose isn't a scanner!

It's called being on a roll.

You're alone and sad,
then you find a friend.

The clouds part
and the sun shines through.

Everything you touch turns to gold.

That's very nice, but I'm going.

You scare the shit out of me.
Take your money.

We're going home.

-This is home?
-It's better than prison.

Let's not leave each other
like night porters.

I'm staying with him.

I don't want to go back to shit.
Do you want me?

I've always dreamed of living with a bum.

Look how unhappy he is.

Look at his eyes.

He's your husband!

And he's my friend.

I don't steal my friends' wives.

You can keep her.

But I don't want to.

I can already feel her clinging.
Let go of me.

Let go!

-Where are you going?
-To find Bob.

How? You let him go,
like you do with everything.

You need to learn to hold onto things.

Why are you trying
to escape your destiny, Antoine?

I'm your destiny.

Your future is mapped out.
You meet me, you follow me…

You get caught up in the whirlwind.

And then, when it stops…

What happens when it stops?

A revolver, prison…

It depends.

What are you two faggots scheming?

You're attractive
when you wake up suddenly.

In the middle of the night.

Is that why you came, to wake me up?

Honestly, no.

Then why?

I smelled that you were in danger.

I thought it best not to leave you alone.

-You don't smell something burning?
-No.

Do you have electric heating in your box?

No.

It's a cigarette that's still burning.

Nothing's burning.
Are you messing with us?

One of you will pay for this!

Careful with the butane!

Careful with the butane!

-Where will we sleep now?
-Nowhere.

The life of a burglar
is nothing but wandering,

dances and wrecked houses.

Where did these fuckers put their money?

Calm down. It's not always easy.

So?

Where did you stash your savings?

I don't have savings.

Why do you have a gun?

-To reassure my wife.
-Is she worried?

Yes. She's anxious. She gets migraines.

-How does she sleep?
-Very badly.

So, we'll try to be discreet.

If possible, that would suit me.

What's that blue light?

What blue light?

There's a cop car outside the house.

You were so scared
that you drew attention.

-Stop moving.
-It's you, you're rushing.

Come here, sweetie.

Come and see what I have for you.

Is she talking to me?

It's your wife.
She wants her slice of the pie.

But I'm on you.

Get off. I'll move.

I don't agree at all.

I say yes! Yes, yes, yes!

And I'm arousing you too.
It's the two-headed woman.

That's so good.
It's getting better and better.

You could also tell us
where your savings are.

He has a painting, right?

Get out!

-I'm an idiot, but there are limits.
-She was going to talk.

-Well done.
-Who is this guy?

-Burglars!
-Where's your money?

It's not for you!

Well done!

Don't you touch my wife.

-Don't you touch mine.
-Yours is a slut.

Well done.

Stop or I'll slap you as well.

Go ahead, hit me in the face.

Great! Well done!

-He has a gun!
-Who?

Me! I have a gun!

I'll hold you at gunpoint!

Wait, I need to put my pants back on.

You don't need pants,
there are no flies in winter.

We almost got caught,
thanks to your bullshit.

If you have a good nose,
maybe avoid the homeowners.

-Particularly the armed ones.
-It's your fault, you excite me.

My fault? He's handsome!

You excite me and I do stupid things.

How do I excite you?

Your presence excites me.
Your smell excites me.

Smelling you behind me
in the dark excites me.

It's worse when you're in front.

Don't you think he's a bit strange?

What do you mean?

Would he have thought about fucking me?

It's not out of the question.

Is that all?

How does it feel to be a victim?

Take your hand off my crotch
while I'm eating.

-Why?
-Because it's uncomfortable.

It's uncomfortable at first,
give it time and you'll enjoy it.

Take your hand off my crotch!

-He's not very friendly.
-I'm friendly.

But I'm not a fag.

No one asked you to be a fag.

Did anyone ask him?

No, I don't think so.

Go on. Sit down. Calm down.

Finish your foie gras,
it's stolen foie gras.

Look, he's sulking.

Another wasted evening.

-You were getting a hard-on.
-When?

With my hand on your crotch.

I thought I felt it growing.

It was my knife.

Your knife is cold, I felt something hot.

Like a sausage in the oven.

Stop laughing,
he'll think we're making fun of him.

I'm serious, look at his eyes.

Are you going to ditch us?

Huh, Antoine?

We'll miss you. Especially poor Monique.

Imagine her sorrow if you walk out on her.

Right, Monique?

Laugh all you want.

Obviously, we're having a good laugh.

You look so constipated
that we want to tease you.

Tease…

Laugh…

Right?

You're teasing me?

What do you think?

Was your hand on my crotch a joke?

I'm wading in shit here.

If I really was a fag, you'd be long gone.

Think about it, a guy like me…

I catch you and that's it.

Hello chocolate,
cleaning the hose, the bewitched turbine,

spring roll, creole sausage.

A glass of pinot noir?

Or should I say "penis-noir"?

Or even "prank-noir".

I'm sorry, I have my doubts.
I'm an idiot, but I have my doubts.

You are an idiot.

You have a nice face, but you're an idiot.

Leave my nice face out of it.

I know my face isn't nice.

Wearing it is no fun.

See yourself in my eyes. You're sublime.

I've never seen you with a woman.

What do you want me to do with a woman?

Women are too easy.

They just give in.

I like some resistance. Like you.

Some women resist.

If they're foolish.

-The stunners too.
-No.

It's more common.

Please stop arguing with me!

It's the ugly ones who resist.
The stunners give out.

I'm defending myself.

-I'll get you when you're tired.
-You old faggot.

Calm down, boys.

When you open your mouth
you stink like a urinal.

Don't be so nasty, Antoine.

Bob is our friend, a wonderful friend.

You're hurting his feelings.

Let it go, sweetheart. It's okay.

I'm not getting fucked
because he's a friend.

-Do you have others?
-No.

Me neither.

Bob is our only friend.
He's changed our lives.

You're going to screw it all up
for some misplaced sensitivity.

It's perfectly well-placed.

It's my asshole!

I don't want to turn it
into a metro tunnel.

-Shut up.
-What is it?

More homeowners, I'm afraid.

I'll never go to the theater again.

Not the theater, not anywhere.

But…

what does life mean for you and me?

What life are you talking about, exactly?

Want to grab a bite with us?
That will cheer you up.

We found this pinot noir in your cellar.
It'll warm you up.

So, what happened?

Did you steal a lot of things from us?

The usual.

Jewelry, fur coats, cash.

Nothing groundbreaking.

Poor things! Risking their freedom
to steal our boredom.

We're having fun, miss.

Seriously.

You're lucky.

We're bored.

You have a lovely house.

It's empty.

Soulless.

A piano with no music.

A blood-curdling abstract painting.

And all this for what happiness?

For what smile?

Let's not drag this out.

Why don't you sleep here?

We have plenty of guest rooms.
They're always empty.

Next time, if you don't mind.

We still have a lot of houses
to visit tonight.

Don't you trust us?

It's not about trust.

Are you scared we'll call the cops?

-Someone like you would surprise me.
-I had a revolver in my pocket.

You're so nice

I never even thought about using it.

You'd be even nicer
if you put your gun away.

Let me suggest something.

My wife will put on her black négligé.

And we'll play a nice little game.

-What kind of game?
-Legs in the air.

Boys, girls…

We can mix it up.

Does that tempt you?

-Does that mean…
-You don't have a choice.

Because I have you at gunpoint.

We'll give back what we stole.

We ate and drank well,
it's already been great.

I want to see you fuck my wife.

One in front, one from behind…

And I'll fuck you in the ass.

What about me?

Shall I knit?

-Did I kill the guy?
-No.

-He wasn't moving.
-So what?

You have to start somewhere.

Where's he going?

He's moving. What are you doing?

Have you ever killed anyone?

There's always a first time.

Your day will come,
just like everyone else's.

If I fondled your ass,
you'd be capable of killing me.

Stop this nonsense, Bob.

Do you have another erection for me?

I forbid you to touch me. I forbid it!

Oh, well…

If I were this polite
whenever someone wanted to fuck me…

Shut up.

I've slept with so many men
so I wouldn't ruin the atmosphere!

Shut up.

Since when do you tell me to shut up?

Since this morning. Shut up.

We know your history. A series of dicks.

Now it's your turn. You have to try it.
And a big one.

Sorry, I don't want to.

Do what I do, force yourself.
The hard part is putting it in.

Don't be so vulgar, Monique.

It's not the same for a woman.

How is it not the same?

Shit!

We get penetrated just like you.

We get pounded, screwed,

it hits deep. It's a pain in the ass.

Then, you have to groan,
scream into the pillows.

I'm not talking about appetizers.

Bastards.

It'll be the same for you.
You need to know that.

Do you always force yourself?

Almost always.

Even with me?

No.

With you, it's okay.

Because I love you.

Is that true?

Well, yes.

Listen to me.

We've just met an amazing man.

Thanks to him, I've got
some of my dignity back as a woman.

I eat as much as I want,
I sleep in clean sheets.

I smile when I look in the mirror.

It's sunny inside my head.

So, since you love me, make sure it lasts.

Even if it gets a little heated.

I'll always be there to comfort you.

Do you like it when I comfort you?

Yes.

Do you like it when I smell of perfume
instead of old leeks?

Yes.

Do you like it when I walk around
in my 200-dollar underwear?

With the little strap
sliding down my shoulder?

Yes.

And my new knickers?

What do you think of my new knickers?

Great.

What is it?

This is Bob's "good morning".

-Did you sleep well?
-Magnificently.

Did you have a good screw?

Magnificent.

Was it rough or relaxed?

We screwed affectionately.

We screwed lazily.

That's the best technique.

I like a slow waltz.

I started doggy style…

Then she sucked me.

We finished with the missionary position.

With the crescendo?

With the crescendo.

Did you not hear us?

No. I've been wearing earplugs
since we've been hanging out.

Do you know what you need?

A nice tattoo.

-I wouldn't want that.
-Really?

A rose would look nice, there.

Something simple.

Your heart is beating very fast.

-Where are you going?
-The hair salon.

-You went yesterday.
-I go every day now.

It'll just be the two of us, then.

We'll hang out.

Would it piss you off to stay with Bob?

No.

We can gossip.

Time flies with me.

It's like galloping
through the wilderness.

-Why aren't you looking at me?
-I'm looking at Monique.

What's she doing behind my back?

She's putting on her stockings.

Are you done? Are you
deliberately trying to distract us?

Let her get dressed. You're unbelievable.

She's showing off. There's a bathroom
with a door that closes.

There you go. All you need to do
is raise your voice a little.

Your problem is you're too soft.

Sometimes you get a violent impulse.

But then, you put a stop it.

You're a gentle man.

That's why she mocks you.

I like looking at her legs.

A woman getting dressed is more beautiful
than a woman getting undressed.

You should be wary of gentle men.

Some nice guys will blow up in your face.

I say this
because you're meant to be a friend.

Stop fighting your destiny, Antoine.

Your destiny is concrete.

You're going to get scratched, that's all.

I'm just passing through.

Let's remove what we don't need

and get down to business.

I have a multi-dimensional tattoo.

A tattoo that folds out.

When it's asleep, it's a grenade.

When it wakes up, it's a torpedo.

Do you want to see it?

Do you think you're in your cell?

We're all in cells, my little friend.

Life is a prison.

To get out, you have to kick the bucket.

Never joke about these things.

I'm going to have sex with you.

And you'll come.

Your ass will explode with ecstasy.

Don't cry for help. In the free world,
there are no watchmen.

No one will come.

You're alone with your shame.

And I will turn your shame into happiness.

I make a bouquet of flowers out of it.

-You speak well when you want to.
-Your mouth inspires me.

Your mouth and your heart.
I'll steal your heart.

Your heart and everything else.

I'm going to come in and steal everything.

Watch out, I'm booby-trapped.

If you touch me,
you're jumping on a landmine.

I feel your vulnerability.

Something in your eyes is hesitating.

Have you never wanted a cuddle?

With what?

Something sturdy.

Like a pillar.

Falling asleep in a safe place,
feeling reassured.

And Monique?

Monique who?

Where do you see a Monique?

I don't see any Monique.

I just see two guys.

Bob and Antoine.

Wonderfully made for each other.

Like the sea and the sky.

Monique is just a seagull.

If you remove the seagull…

the picture remains unchanged.

There's still the sea and the sky.

And the two of us…

lying on the beach…

with your wet skin…

and shiny grains of sand.

Carry on.

Keep talking to me.

I love seascapes.

Are we near a lighthouse?

Are trawlers entering the port?

Please excuse me.

I didn't want to hurt you.

I allowed an old pain to surprise me.

Blame it on prison.

Prison isn't fun, you know.

Especially when you're 20.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

Why?

Guess.

I don't know.

You really have no idea?

None.

Sorry, none at all.

Take me.

Where?

Away from the jerks.

You're a real slut.

A complete slut.

That's why we get on so well.

Two sluts like us, we'll work wonders.

You don't look
like you could work wonders.

You think?

You should wait
before you shoot yourself in the foot.

Women don't have balls,
but they're not bad.

-I'm not interested in balls.
-I am.

Balls and shoulders.

Real shoulders that can weather a storm.

I'm in love, Monique.

I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings,
but I'm in love.

With Antoine?

I love that man.

I don't know why.

I adore him.

Have you told him?

He doesn't care.

He's just interested in garters.

I'm just some brute to him.

What do I have to offer him? Nothing.

Sweat.

Poor Bob.

Life isn't fair.

Enough with the pity.

I don't need pity.

Would it bother you if I sat in your lap?

It's a bit late for that.

What did women do to you?

Unfair competition.

Look how you're built.
You're built for love.

We can take you by any means.

I'm just a bag of meat.

What are you doing exactly?

Nothing.

We're talking.

Why?

Did you want to see me?

Are you messing with me?

What do you mean?

Pretending to be gay to fuck my wife.

You're handsome when you're worried.

Take your hand off her leg.

Do you want me to move?

Are you two in cahoots?

No, we're friends.

I was sad. I needed affection.

I need it too.

When we try to give you any, you clam up.

Don't you see that he loves you?
That he's unhappy?

How far will you go?
Do you want him to get sick?

I'm not pretending, Antoine. I swear.
Look at my hands, they're shaking.

-Where are you going?
-To get some air.

Is it the first time
you've slept with a woman?

No, I've slept with loads.

So, what made you change?

Boredom.

Are you bored now?

I'm not enthralled.

Do you think, in five minutes…

I'll make you spit out words of love?

Keep trying, but I'd be surprised.

So you like women now?

Is that not allowed?

-No, but I'm a man.
-Really?

What team do you bat for?

I bat for…

I bat for both sides.

Don't you?

You make me want to throw up.

Stop riding me! Your husband is watching.

If your plan is to fuck us both,
I'm not on board.

You'll have to choose!

Keep screwing me.
Slamming doors give me a hard-on.

We can't go on like this, kids.

We need to release this tension,
this misunderstanding is hard for us all.

What misunderstanding?

Everything's crystal clear.

For example, I'm sleepy. So, what do I do?

I get up and I leave both of you.

Shall we go for a romantic burglary?

-I don't want to.
-Yes you do, you know it.

My life revolves around a woman.

Why would I let myself be drawn in…

Take your shoes off.
Stop with the psychology.

Psychology pisses me off.

Why am I taking my shoes off?

Some houses you go in barefoot.
It's the law.

What law?

A burglar on marble
is different to carpet.

It's about balance.

If balance is difficult for you, tell me.

We'll split up. You can steal on your own.

-No point getting mad.
-I'm mad!

I have reasons to be mad.

You want to hear them?

I want you to calm down.

I'll calm down when the planet is clean,

when children can breathe fresh air.

Do you know fresh air?

Well…

Butterflies, flowers, babbling brooks…

a young girl you love
lying under a willow.

She's chewing on a blade of grass.

Mother-of-pearl buttons
on her white dress.

You don't dare touch her.

Stop.

Can you hear her breathing?

Trembling like wheat.

Why are you talking about wheat?

I'm talking about what I love.

I'm telling you about what I've lost.

I'm talking about what was stolen from me.

I'll get your dreams back for you.

Someone just came in.

A burglar?

This is no time for jokes. Stop.

Relax. I'll go look.

Never fear, you're with me.

Overwhelmingly inexperienced.

Alternating sudden gestures

with childhood abandonment.

With sudden bursts of shyness

that leave you shaking,

bright red

and on the verge of tears.

I get it. I get it.

Despite what you might think,

I'm a nice boy.

Sensitive and gentle.

I hate violence.

Where's Bob?

I came with my friend Bob.

He sold you out.

I just gave him lots of money

to spend the evening with you.

Bob…

It's no use calling him, he's gone.

Let's talk about the two of us.

What would you like?
Are you hungry? Are you thirsty?

Bob! You bastard!

You need to choose your friends better.

If you'd like, I could be

a wonderful friend to you.

Very attentive,

tender…

Bob! Goddammit! Bob!

It would do you good
to push your boundaries,

go to the opera and art galleries.

Do you like art?

Yes.

But I couldn't stand your mouth
and your saliva.

Am I really that repulsive?

No, that's not what I was trying to say.
But, you see…

sleeping with someone who is already
a friend means I have to suck it up.

But with a stranger…

I hope I'm not hurting you.

Here.

Take my revolver.

What for?

Take it, I said!

You'll feel more free.

I don't like firearms.

How about a hand on your crotch?

Don't injure him! He's protecting us.

What have you done to him?

You can't get out.

I'm taking you into the world.

How will I look?

Like a guy I owe everything to.

Thanks to your bullshit,
I'll have to give his money back.

We earned our story, well done.

You're lucky you have a nice ass.
Thank your parents.

They're dead.

My condolences. Soon, mine will be too.

I'm not joking!
Are you trying to make me emotional?

They've made me feel like this
for ten years.

Why did you sell me out?

Crooks aren't noble.
They betray people, they're lousy.

The parents of a crook die of heartbreak.

Are you coming?

No, that's enough
for one night. Goodnight.

-You're not going to sleep with her!
-Yes.

-Why?
-Just because.

Do you want to see me suffer even more?

I need to think, to clear my head.

It seems clear to me.

You've done a complete one-eighty.

I want to see Monique.
I want to touch her.

-You know she's a slut?
-So what?

I'm surrounded by sluts.

The guy in your bed
has just been fucked in the ass.

That's it.

Afterwards, we'll say life is beautiful.

Getting fucked in the ass
isn't a big deal.

A big deal would be
if you acquired a taste for it.

Well, yes.

Did you?

Well, yes.

I don't know. Fuck, do something!

I'll call for help.

Calm down, honey.

We're solid, you know that.

Here, look.

What effect does it have on you
when I do this?

I don't know anymore, dear Monique.

The terrible thing is
I don't know anymore.

I was shaking while I waited for you.

She has no effect on me anymore.

That's normal, my man.

Lie next to me, I'll get you going again.

She's getting more and more beautiful,
I can see that.

But there's no connection anymore.

The spark is with me now.

Can you feel the spark?

I want to go to the seaside.

With me?

Yes, with you.

Take me to the seaside.

You're so beautiful.

Yes, apparently.

My mother told me so when I was little.

She'd say, "You'll be a beautiful woman.

You have all the men at your feet."

Did you get on well with her?

Like all mothers and daughters.

Does talking about her make you sad?

No, not at all.

Why are your eyes tearing up?

My eyes are tearing up?

Look, Antoine, she's about to blubber.

I want a normal life.

Have kids…

It's not too late.

I want to a house.

What kind of house?

Something modest.

A small apartment that I could look after.

-Are you sulking?
-No.

Didn't you have a good day?

-Yes.
-So smile.

You look like an old hen.

Can you smell that lovely beef stew?

Have a drink, it's not ready yet.

What? You told us 8 p.m,
we're back at 8 p.m.

We've already had a drink.

What have you been doing?

I was washing my hair.

She washes her hair now.

Are you looking after us or yourself?

-It'll be ready in five minutes.
-We'll be at the restaurant by then.

Come on, Antoine.

Don't leave me on my own.

Serves you right. 8 p.m. means 8 p.m.

I hate it when people don't give a fuck.

Did you finish the ironing?

-It's on the chest of drawers.
-Not in the wardrobe?

I didn't have time to put it away.

You've had no time to do anything.

Look at this.
These shirts will reek of cabbage.

And you've pressed the collars.

We'll end up giving our laundry away.

You didn't change the flower water.

I forgot.

I gave Antoine flowers
and you're letting them die?

-What the fuck have you done?
-I scrubbed the toilets,

polished your bathtub and cleaned.

Don't get mad, darling.

Look at Antoine,
he's going to get sad again.

I don't call this cleaning,
I call it hiding the dust.

Can I join you?

What did you say?

-Can I join?
-What for?

To get warm.

You can see we're busy. Don't get stiff.

-But she's cold.
-There's always something with her.

You want to ruin our pleasure?

She's a woman, not a dog! Get off me!

Stop moving like that so I can come.

Is your bag heavy?

Yes, it's quite heavy.

Give it to me, I'll help you.

I don't like to see a woman struggling.

You're not from around here.

No.

I run a nightclub on the Costa del Sol.

In Spain?

Yes.

A private pool just for me,

surrounded by olive trees…

Sun all year round.

Would you be interested?

Take this.

Get your own vegetable garden.
I'm going to Spain.

I'll leave you to your assholes.

What's with her, Bob?

No idea.

Hang on to her, goddammit.

I can't, there's a guy.

What guy? Kick him out.

But he has a gun!

Monique!

You're not taking him
to paradise, you slut!

Thanks, Pedro.

Good luck.

I knew she'd get drawn in.
I could feel it.

Monique…

My little Monique,
why are you abandoning me?

I'm here, I'll look after you.

We'll both be fine.

Will you love me?

Of course I'll love you.

I'll make you a queen.

That smells good.

It smells like tarragon.

Tarragon with scallops?

They're tarragon scallops.

Not bad.

You're not eating?

I'm not hungry, thanks.

Have you been eating chocolate?

No, I'm just not hungry.

How long are you going
to pull that face for?

-I'm not pulling a face.
-You're making me want to order a casket.

And whose fault is that?

You've not looked at me for five weeks.

I do look at you.

No, you ignore me.
You come home, you sit at the table.

In bed, you read your newspaper.

You sleep like a log.

What about me? Should I do needlework?
Wait for my senior railcard?

You never take me to restaurants
or the cinema.

You hide me. You're ashamed of me. You
didn't take me to see the spring flowers.

-Don't make a scene.
-I'm not.

I'm about to crack. I'm on the verge, Bob.

Where do you spend the afternoons?
In whose arms?

Why are you tired when you get home?

I abandoned my wife who I loved
and my principles for you.

I've become what you wanted, a faggot.

I'm getting cellulite.
And how do you treat me?

Look at me when I'm talking to you!

A present.

Bob…

-I can't.
-Of course you can, it's your size.

No, Bob, don't ask me to do this.

It's just for going out.

Tonight I'm taking you to the dance.
Be nice, make yourself beautiful.

I'll introduce you as Antoinette,
my cousin from the country.

Congratulations, miss.

All the best, Bob.

Can I slow-dance with you?

-Would you like to slow-dance?
-Yes.

It's 300 in a bedroom,
or 150 in the toilets.

What's wrong? Are you unwell?

Tell me if you're ill, I'll call a doctor.

-Leave me alone.
-What did I do?

You're quarreling already?

Tell me about it. She's on edge.

Make the most of it, go for a piss.

Why do you say that?

You don't need to piss?

With who?

Surprise!

Take a look.

Want me to put tears in your eyes?

How would you do that?

Take a look.

You'll understand your pain.

You're not going to run away like that!

150 for a bitch who can't do anything!

You bastard! Pig!

Asshole!

is someone disrespecting you?

It's my fault, Pedro. I'm bad at my job.

Forgive me, Pedro.
You'll see, I'll get better.

What the fuck are you doing?
Are you crazy?

Monique!

Don't be scared, my love,
you'll see your olive trees again.

-Monique!
-I'm not Monique, I'm Dolorès.

I'm going to Malaga tomorrow.

He has the tickets in his pocket.

Monique!

Don't shoot, it's me.

It's me, Monique.

It's Antoine.

No!

Are you alone?

Are you bored?

Can I get you a drink?

A small glass of champagne?

Feeling better? Did you throw up?

Take me to the seaside.

What is she saying?
Did you understand what she said?

She wants to go to the seaside.

Can't you see I'm enjoying myself?

Do I look like
I want to go to the seaside?

You spoke to me about it.

The sky, the sea, the seagulls. Remember?

I'm sorry,
I can't stand that kind of thing.

You know, when they cling.

-Bob!
-What now?

I just killed a guy.
Don't leave me. Don't leave.

I'm not leaving you,
he's just a bit on the side.

A one-night stand.

But I just killed a guy.

So? We've all killed. Him too.

Look at his face.
You can't be jealous of that.

Bastard.

No, I'm not a bastard.

I'm trying to live until I die.

Come with us if you want.

Do you mind if my girlfriend comes?
She's not annoying.

Come on!

Don't worry about me.
You get yourselves laid.

With someone holding us at gunpoint?

I'm not.

I have a revolver in my hand, that's all.

Put it away then.

Yes… I want to look at it.
I think this revolver is beautiful.

Is it loaded?

Yes, it's loaded.

Your girlfriend is completely stupid!

Did you see what she did to me?

Next time, it'll be your face.

Careful, this could get nasty.

Are you out of your mind?
I don't know her. Fuck her!

-Say something.
-Shut up!

What do you want, darling?

Why don't we chat?

You want to go to the seaside?

Here.

Start by putting this on.

What? Put this on?

Put it on your head, it's a wig.

I'll look like an idiot.

-How will we get to the seaside?
-We'll steal a car.

-I don't like stealing cars
-Do you like bullets in your stomach?

Okay. Fine.

Get out of the way.

-Get out of the way.
-No.

-Give me the keys.
-It's my car!

It was your car. It's been confiscated.

By who? Are you the police?

No, we're gays.
We're going to the seaside.

Why did you tell me to stop here?

I don't know.

-Don't you want to go to the seaside?
-I don't know.

Are you going to shoot me?

I don't know.

I can't stay in this uncertainty.

Hands on the wheel!

I didn't move my hands. Stop shouting.

I'll shout if I want to.

It feels good to shout.
It's all I have left.

Stop.

Antoine…

What?

Can I take my wig off?

-Why?
-To breathe.

-You don't need to breathe.
-I'm hot, it's itchy.

My garters are itchy.
It's a pain in the ass.

-And I need to pee.
-Stop.

Antoine…

What now?

I don't want to die.

Did you hear what I said?

I'm not deaf, I heard.

-Why don't you answer?
-There's nothing I can say.

You say something
and I take note, that's it.

-I'm bored here.
-That makes two of us.

Shoot, then. Shoot me in the head!

That's what heads are for.

Is it my brain that scares you?

No, it's your soul.

What about my soul?

It's black.

Shall we have a hot chocolate, girls?

-What for?
-To warm up.

For a little sweetness.

I don't want sweetness.

Chocolate has never made me happy.
I think it's bitter.

Aren't you cold?

Of course I'm cold.

Do your feet hurt?

Of course my feet hurt.

So, let's get a hot chocolate.

A nice hot chocolate.

What do they have to do with me?
Let me work.

What work? Since we've been here,
you've not had one customer.

Did you get any?
Do you fuck in closed offices?

Poor slut.

We chose a bad spot, girls.

It's not good for business.
There's too much wind, it's too cold.

We need another corner.

-It'll be the same.
-It won't.

It will be the same.

It's not a corner problem,
it's a news issue.

What news?

The new illnesses.
Don't you read the newspaper?

The newspapers are full of nonsense.

You can't read.

You don't need to know how to read
to read the newspaper.

It's shit. It stinks.

It puts bad smells in people's heads.

That's all.

Poor idiot!

What do you mean?

Is this a new way of talking?

Don't forget, I'm your kid's godmother.

I completely forgot.
You're pissing me off.

Did you forget your kid?

Fucking hell, what did I do in a past life

to end up with two idiots like you?

No one's stopping you
from living your life. You're free.

You need a calling in life.

My calling is dying.

Think about Pascal.

I can't anymore.

You can. Close your eyes,
you'll get there.

She said to close your eyes.

There you go.

Do you see anything?

Yes…

Vaguely.

The schoolyard.

What is the schoolyard like?

Empty.

That's normal, it's early.

He's sorting out his schoolbag.

-Red or blue?
-It doesn't matter.

The red one's mine.

Fine, yours is red.
Can you hear the corridors?

Yes!

They seem excited this morning.

I only hear that damn coffee machine.

Wait, here they come.

Pascal…

My Pascal…

-Why are you all alone?
-He's not alone.

He's not playing with anyone.

He's in the corner, he looks lonely.

He looks down in the dumps.

He knows I'm coming on Sunday.

-He's in love.
-With whom?

-A little girl.
-At his age?

When I left him last Sunday,
I was worried about him.

"Stay a bit longer," he said.

"I don't want you to leave."

He held me tight in his little arms.

We can't take him with us.

Every time we get a customer,
we'd have to hide him in the wardrobe.

He was really good during the holidays.

I think it's this teacher.

Since he's had her,
he's not been the same.

All she thinks about
is her new hair and make-up.

There were no problems with Ms. Portal.

Ms. Portal was a real mom.
She wasn't a whore.

If you allow whores to raise kids,
everything goes to shit.

Stop, Monique. Antoinette is crying.

The teaching profession is shit.

Stop being stupid.

-Are you defending the teachers?
-No, you idiot.

When I was 5, 12 were groping me.

-Spit it out.
-I am!

Not loud enough.

You have to shout to get heard nowadays.
Nobody listens to anyone.

I can cry on demand too.
Just open the floodgates.

There you go.

A little demonstration.

We're tired, girls.

We should go to the club for eight days.

That's right.
If we want to catch something.

You drank from the faucet.

-I didn't drink from the faucet.
-I saw you.

You dragged yourself
to the sink and drank.

Fuck you! I drink from the faucet!

My poor little girl.

Don't fondle me,
I'm sick of your big hands.

They're not big.

You do have big hands, I should know.

This is tiring. I'm going back.
I'd rather freeze in the street.

Wait for me! I'll come with you.

It's warmer when there's two of us.

Can I have another beer, please?

Subtitle translation by: Chloe Stout