All language subtitles for Escort.Boys.S01E02.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DD5.1.H

[Nora] I don't want to see you again
after that.

He just did me a favour, OK?
I needed him, that's all.

- You needed my husband naked?
- [chicken clucking]

Hey, we got paid, OK?

Shut the fucking gate!

We were paid to dance. We need money.

That's really no reason
to bare your arse to everyone.

I needed a group of guys,
and Ludo's like a brother to me.

He came and earned 500 euros for you.

Here.

Getting humiliated
by desperate bitches in heat.

- It's for the money, not for the women.
- [Nora] Shoes.

So, stroking yourselves onstage
wasn't for the ladies?

Stop it!

You know me, I'll screw anything,
but this is different; it's work.

It's acting, and we earned a lot of money.

- There you go. For you.
- Did you get laid?

No, Ludo just danced.

In any case, it's acting, it's a role. OK?

- OK.
- There.

Show me your acting, then.

[laughs] What do you mean?

Well, I don't know. Do your thing. Dance.

No. I'm not going
to dance in your kitchen.

OK.

Is that it?

- Well, I've got other moves...
- Remove your shirt.

No. I'm not taking my shirt off.

- See, you're not believable.
- Well, OK.

OK, go ahead. I'll play.

Oh man, this is...

[chicken clucking]

- [Nora clears throat]
- Look?

Detached.

- See?
- Uh-huh.

It's an acting game.

It's nothing personal. It's for money.
I can do this for hours.

- [Nora] Detached?
- Yes, detached.

So you're willing to flog your arse
for cash?

Yes, it's just a technical exercise.

For how much?

I don't know.

- Three hundred?
- You'd do that?

Yes, it's just mechanical.
There's nothing intimate or personal.

OK? Well, that's good. Look...

...one, two, three. I'm right in the mood
for a bit of mechanics this morning.

Oh, come on. Stop it.

- What are you doing?
- Come on.

- No, but seriously, what are you doing?
- OK, I'll go first.

OK. Come on. Put it back on, Nora.

Besides, I've always fancied you.

I've never told you.

But if Ludo is to come home...

...I have to understand.

[tense music playing]

[whispers] Nothing personal.

- Mechanical.
- [belt unbuckling]

No, I can't. You're my friend's wife.
This can't happen.

[shouts] Of course you can't, you idiot!

There's nothing mechanical about it.
It's all intimate. It's screwing!

Get out of my house. Get the fuck out!

- Get out of my house!
- Nora!

- [door slamming]
- [upbeat music playing]

[geese clucking]

- I've killed my family.
- [Ben] No.

Give her time to think it over.
Here, drink that.

- Seven years bro, the itch.
- Listen to you. Find yourself a woman.

Well, last night, I had the bridesmaid.

Don't be so cocky,
the feedback isn't great.

- [Ben] From who?
- From the business cards.

Got us some orders, so that's good.

[Charly] Sadly I have one complaint...

- ...Zak is too quick.
- He-he.

That is a lie. I was amazing.

[Zak moaning]

[squealing]

Is this a joke?

[indistinct laughter]

"Thanks for the evening
and the atmosphere.

PS: the extra did a rush job."

- You're hopeless!
- Fuck. She's lying.

- That's blunt.
- I'd like to see how you'd do.

I'm doing nothing. I'm married.

- [Zak] Married and homeless.
- You didn't stay the night?

- [Zak] He fucked the bride.
- What?

- [Zak] He was her honeymoon.
- Did you?

There are no complaints.
I suppose it went well.

I should think so. She keeps texting me.

- You disgust me, man.
- [Zak] In your dreams, Mathias.

- [Mathias] I didn't see you leave.
- No. I was sorting stuff out.

So you didn't get any?

Don't worry about me.

OK, guys! I've been
looking at escort websites.

- Seriously?
- There's some crazy stuff.

But they're all in Paris.
There's nothing here.

With a professional set-up,
we can make a fortune.

- [Zak] Let's see.
- [Charly] It's such a huge network.

Demand for guys is high,
and it pays well. Mathias, tell them.

- [Zak] How much?
- An extra 600.

- 600!
- [Ludo] 600, man.

- Bloody hell. 600 euros.
- You were too quick, my friend.

[Charly] Stop joking around.

- Do you want to make money, or not?
- Yeah, totally.

[Charly] Look, I coordinate.

I keep a commission for the farm's debts,
and you share the rest. OK?

[Ludo] What? What's going on?
So now you're a pimp, is that it?

- It's alright.
- Do you really want to be a whore?

Open your eyes, man! Girls want equality.
Well, you want to fuck me? You pay.

[Zak] Cash. Not in luncheon vouchers.

[Zak] Cash, money.

- So, you are for sale.
- [Zak] We all are, man.

[Zak] Look at the influencers.

They spend all day naked,
they're making a fortune.

- [Charly] He's not wrong...
- I'm not wrong.

- ...we need to adapt.
- Right.

- [Ludo] On social media, too?
- [Zak] Yeah.

No. We have to be discreet.

[Zak] Hey, guys, I don't want
to be discreet.

I want my fifteen minutes of fame.

[Mathias] No, he's right, Zak.

We have to be discreet.

- [Ludo] Ben...
- Huh?

...you're not going to.

It's temporary.

- Oh, my giddy aunt.
- Yes! Now we're talking.

I've already created your profiles.
I just need you to choose your names.

OK, I'm Titanic.

[flamenco music playing]

- [woman] They'll end up killing us.
- Mmm.

- Are you working late?
- Two shifts back to back.

I can't take it anymore, I swear.

You have no choice.

Yes, I do have a choice. Absolutely.

So, you know Bebert's new business,
the anti-mosquito thing?

He's going to be filthy rich,

it's really taking off.

[woman] Tomorrow, he's off to Indonesia.
He'll sell thousands of them. It's crazy.

That idiot friend of his
finally proved himself useful.

What did he do?

[woman] Well, as crazy as it sounds,
the guy had an epiphany, right?

"We could trap mosquitoes
by releasing pheromones."

And, bam.

Goes to show, never underestimate
the dull.

Mmm.

[mellow music playing]

[cows mooing]

[man] Hello, my champion.

Oh... Cancan.

You can't imagine how pleased
I am to see you, my dear Ludo. [laughs]

[both laughing]

Now tell me, how long is it
since you last came to see us?

- A long time.
- A long time. Too long.

You know you're the pride
of this ranch, don't you?

Come on, let's have a drink.

I need to ask you something.

What's wrong? This isn't like you.

I'm struggling.

- What--
- I need...

Say whatever it is... we're family here.

I'm looking for work.

Can you ride again?

No.

That bull really messed you up, didn't he?

So, what do you want to do?

Anything.

Zak, you've got to control your head,
as it controls your dick.

- Alright, I understand.
- No, you don't. That's the problem.

You only think about the result.

But that's not the most important thing.

It's the journey.

To last more than 3 minutes...

...you need to use your brain.

Women don't realise
the pressure we're under.

We've got to get it up.

It has to stay hard, too.

I can get it up...

...do it to order.

Do you care whether she comes?

Well, I'm enjoying it, so is she.

So what you mean is, as long
as she moans a bit, that's enough?

Well, no but when she starts to squeal,
it's hard to hold back.

Everyone's the same.

I'll give you a tip.

When you feel you're going to come,

contract your perineum.

Deep breath.

Seriously?

Get the fuck out of here!

Leave my balls alone. Get off.

Alright, chill out. Are you prudish now?

No, I'm not prudish, but...

Zak, you know you can talk to me, right?

I've been screwing since I was twelve.

- But you screw with your dick.
- Of course, I do.

I want you to screw with your head.

And cut down on the porn.

[puffing]

Loser.

[horse neighing]

- [door opening]
- [Charly] Yes, I understand.

[Charly] Yes, of course.

- [Ben panting]
- [Charly] What, romantic and cultured?

- [Charly] And you chose Titanic?
- Hiya.

He'll be meeting your colleagues?
At the office?

Ah yes, no, take Lupin.

[Charly] Yes, trust me, he'll be perfect
for you.

Super, I'll write it down.

OK, I'll send it to you. Good evening. Bye.

- When's that?
- [phone ringing]

- Fuck's sake.
- [door knocking]

- Can you get it?
- I'm on the phone.

Yes, hello?

- Yes, that's right.
- [door knocking]

[Charly] So, it's 150 euros an hour.

[Charly] Yes, he's available.
This evening?

[Charly] Perfect. I'll make a note of it.

[Charly] OK, and your name, please?

[horse neighing]

Mr Belfort.

- Mrs Chouli.
- Well, finally.

Yes... excuse me, I was just working out.

Yes, so I see. [clears throat]

So, do we just stand here or...?

Come in, please.

So, Charlotte...

- How are you?
- She's really well.

I'm speaking to Charlotte.

She's really well.

Who?

Well, me...

...and it's Charly.

Ah.

It's very bare here.

It's Feng Shui.

We had a major clear-out
to prepare for Charly's exams.

Sorry?

It's Feng Shui. It's the Chinese art
of organising space.

[Mrs Chouli] I know Feng Shui.
What's the link to her exams?

Well, it's so that Charly's in a positive
energy to study.

In harmony with her thoughts.

Huh.

In fact, it's Zen.

Yes, it is very Zen.

Charly, have you seen the psychotherapist
since your father died?

No, but I haven't needed to. I'm fine.

- [upbeat music playing]
- [horse neighing]

[Zak] Ah...

and a little bar of chocolate,
salted caramel butter.

[Zak] Do you like that?

What on Earth are you doing?

Aren't you tired of being useless?

And you of being used?

I get up every morning
to feed my wife and a bum.

Do you know what? I may sleep,
but I'll do better than you. Don't worry.

[Maurice] I won't help you get
any more jobs.

Every time you make me look like an idiot.

I don't need Daddy's help to wash dishes.

Yes, since you're smarter than us
and don't need help from us idiots.

I'm more ambitious than you.
That's for sure.

Stay out of my room!

[door slamming]

Stay out of my room. We're done.

He pisses me off.

- [Mrs Chouli] How's your appetite?
- It's normal.

[Mrs Chouli] Mm-hmm. What do you eat?

- Vegetables...
- Mmm.

- ...a lot.
- Yes, because you've lost a lot of weight.

- Well...
- [Mrs Chouli] Yes, she's lost much weight.

I've just lost my father.

Good. And how do you sleep?

- Lying down.
- [Ben laughs]

No, what I mean is, do you have insomnia?
Do you have nightmares?

Sometimes I hear his voice.

I know it sounds morbid but...

...I miss him so.

Then I get up to drink some water...

...and Ben is there.

It's like he felt it.

[Charly] So, he takes me in his arms,

and tells me stories...

...about the family, the farm, and honey.

[Charly] For example, yesterday he told me
about the fate of the bee princesses.

What's that?

- Err--
- Well, basically...

- ...all bee larvae are identical.
- Yes.

Except that the worker bees
feed the larval princesses

only royal jelly,

which modifies their DNA,
and by doing that for them,

makes them stronger and bigger
than the others.

And then he gives me a spoonful of honey,
just like my Pa.

- [Mrs Chouli] Not royal jelly?
- [Charly] No, absolutely not.

[Mrs Chouli] No?

To get royal jelly
the bee princesses must die.

My father didn't want that.

Well, that all sounds absolutely...

...err, I'm going to go.

Excuse me... Oh, my.

Err, excuse me...

...what happens next?

I'll be back next week. Good afternoon.

Bye, Charly.

[door opening and closing]

What you said was beautiful.

You have a booking from six to midnight.

- Just don't be late--
- Charly, it's OK to cry.

And...

...I'm here for you.

It's you who needs me.

[mellow music playing]

Open.

[mellow music continues]

Are you bearing up?

Do I have a choice?

- You know I'm here.
- I know.

Alright, I'll see you Monday, Sis.

Here.

I love you.

[mellow music intensifies]

Champ of the champs

- [man] Ah, Champ.
- Ah.

Mathieu.

[Mathieu] Cancan said you were
helping us out.

That's right.

- Well, how are you doing?
- Alright.

Yeah?

What's happened to you is bad. Eh?

Yeah, alright?

[horse neighing]

- Did you feed the horses?
- Yep.

Yes? That's good because
I'm off for a ride. Is mine ready?

Which one?

It's Mbappé. Oh, yeah,
you don't know the new ones.

He's the friskiest one. Let's go.

- [Mathieu] Chin up.
- [horse neighing]

[upbeat music playing]

[Karolyn] No, the real problem is that...

...it's 5,000 years of being
beaten down by the patriarchy.

We've suffered for far too long
and taken too much.

That's organic.

The real problem isn't just rights;
it's consideration.

I mean, when you're a woman artist,
you get gagged.

I mean, to paint that,
you've got to get it out.

You know? You have to allow yourself.

You have to find freedom,

and smash the frames
we've been forced to swallow.

That's going to be my next project.

- OK.
- [Karolyn] What do you think?

[laughs] Well, I'm not paid to think.

OK? So you don't have time?

No, I mean, if you need to talk--

No, I don't need to talk.
I'm an artist, and my medium is painting.

[Karolyn] OK, I understand.
You want to bring me back to reality.

It's important.

It's matter, it's bodies, it's skin.
It proves that...

- OK, you can do your thing.
- I can do it all.

OK, well...

- [flamenco music playing]
- ...heat me up.

Burn me up, baby.

Find my hot fire. Ring my bell.

Come on.

I can do that.

[upbeat music playing]

- Wait, err... sorry.
- [music stops ubruptly]

- What?
- [Karolyn] Well, you're on top of me.

- Err, and?
- [Karolyn] Well, you can't dominate me.

OK...

...and, what about you on top?

I don't know. Don't you mind
being dominated?

No, I can adapt.

Can we change the position to talk?

I can't do this if I'm being dominated.

Let me explain.

OK, sit down.

Not above me. Not on all fours.

Not behind me, since I wouldn't know
what you'd be thinking.

It's more like rotation, like the planets.
It's more...

...are you with me?

Well, I'm here to give you pleasure,

so I'll do whatever you want.

Mmm... standing.

I think standing.

- Standing?
- Equality.

- Alright.
- [upbeat music playing]

- Standing.
- Yes, really standing.

[upbeat music continues]

- No. Stop!
- [music stops ubruptly]

You're crushing me against the glass.

It's because you're much stronger than me,

but you can't think you are stronger.
I'm not an object.

We're going to make love,
fantastic love...

We're really going to...

- You're not hard!
- You talk too much.

[Charly] Ben, don't forget you're Lupin, now.

[Charly] You have to look in love.

[Charly] Play it romantic, sweet, affectionate.

[woman] Have you fixed the horse?

[Charly] Really play it up
in front of her colleagues.

[Charly] Show up with a bouquet
of flowers.

[Charly] Peonies, her favourites.

[Charly] Then you really lay it on thick.

- [Yaelle squeals]
- [Ben laughs]

[Yaelle] Oh, my love. [sighs]

[both moan]

[Yaelle moans loudly]

- [Ben mumbles]
- [Yaelle moans]

- Oh, I love you.
- [Ben mumbles]

- But you're early.
- Yes, I wanted to surprise you.

- Peonies?
- Yes.

Are they for me?

- Yes, for the most wonderful woman.
- They're my favourite flowers.

But what for? I mean...

...what's the occasion?

- Well, because it's Wednesday.
- [Yaelle pants]

And?

Because Wednesday's Peonies, and...

- ...Thursday will be roses.
- And Friday?

Dandelions.

[laughs hysterically] Oh, you're so funny.

[Yaelle moans]

- Oh, wait. I must introduce you.
- Oh, right.

Everyone, excuse me, please.

Eric! [shouts]

[Yaelle pants]

- This--
- Hello.

- This is my fiancée.
- Yup.

Sorry? It wasn't planned,
but he loves to surprise me.

Actually, we have to go because
I've got more surprises.

- Really? More?
- Yes.

More surprises? [stutters]

- More surprises.
- Surprises...

- Ha, there you go.
- Well then, I'll see you tomorrow.

- [Yaelle] Kisses.
- [Ben] Bye.

- [Yaelle] Carry me.
- [Ben] Do what?

- Oh.
- [Yaelle squeals]

- Bye-bye.
- Bye.

- [Yaelle] Bye, everyone.
- [Ben] Bye.

[Yaelle] Bye, Eric.

[Yaelle laughs]

- OK, like that?
- Yes... mmm.

Hang on, err...

- What?
- Can you move to the left a bit?

- To the left?
- Yes.

My left, or your left?

- Ah, to your left.
- My left?

Err... turn to the right.

- Ah.
- Yes. OK.

A bit faster. Yes.

Faster? [pants]

[Karolyn] Yes, a little slower, actually.

- [Karolyn] A little slower, like that.
- OK.

- [Karolyn] Yes, ah.
- Is that OK?

- It's good.
- [Mathias] Ah.

[Mathias] Ah...

- You can slow down now.
- [Mathias] I have done.

- Really?
- [Mathias] Yeah.

You want to try something?

Like what?

[both breathing heavily]

Tell me you love me.

- Huh?
- Tell me you love me.

- I love you.
- [Yaelle] Say it better.

I love you. [breaths heavily]

Again.

[both breath heavily]

I love you.

Say my name.

- I love you, Yaelle.
- Again.

- I love you.
- Oh, God.

- I love you.
- Again.

- I love you.
- Say my name.

Yaelle, I love you.

[Yaelle moans]

[Karolyn squealing]

Fuck me!

- Yes! [shouts]
- Like that?

[Karolyn] It was my choice.

- It was my choice. I chose.
- Yes, it was your choice.

[Yaelle moans loudly]

It's my... [shouts]

[upbeat music playing]

[techno music playing]

OK, this one's for you, for the essay.
It's on the house. Thanks again.

Is it your wedding present?

Yeah. Not that again.

It's our tradition.
Can't you understand that or not?

Where are your values?

- That's why I hang out with you.
- Oh, yeah?

Mmm. That's so out of date.

Marriage, virginity, all that stuff.

- Get used to it.
- [Paco] Not for us, Roma.

- Excuse me, Sir?
- We'll never be like that.

You'll have to adapt, though.

[Paco] So, what about you?
Because you talk a lot...

- Go on.
- Are you a virgin?

- Do you want to marry me, huh?
- [Paco] Marry you?

Romanies never mix, and we never will.

- Relax. I don't want to mix up with you.
- That's alright then.

You're funny.

So are you...

- What?
- ...Are you cool with it?

- With what?
- Would you like to...

- ...practise?
- Huh?

We could practise in a friendly way.

I'm not practising anything, are you mad?

Alright, don't get touchy.

- You're getting ahead of yourself.
- [Paco] No.

Anyway, I prefer more mature women--

And I prefer guys who talk less.

Oh dear, you just don't get it.

[disco music playing]

- How's it going?
- Huh?

Tuesday night madness.

Beautiful.

Shame you're the boss.
I'd have paid for that.

Yes, I'm the boss.

I buy my own drink, and you buy yours.

- Huh?
- Mmm.

Yeah, but what do you fancy?

You get your hand off.

Fancy what? Huh?
Are you trying to chat me up?

- If you feel like it?
- Feel like--

- I'm here.
- Feel like what?

Don't be ridiculous; you're a baby.

A well-hung baby.

A well-hung baby? Now that's cute.

Come on, spit it out.

- I don't work like that.
- Oh, of course.

I have to meet your parents first, obviously.

No, it's my job.

- I'm a professional.
- Ah...

...pardon.

You're a professional dick.

Ah, now I understand.

- It shows.
- Really?

Yes, seriously.

How could I not have realised?
So, if I've got this right,

it's not me you're into,
it's my money, right?

- It's both.
- Oh, both. Oh, that's so sweet.

Now get out, go on, piss off.
Motherfucker!

- Go!
- That's not nice.

It's not my job to be nice.

[disco music playing]

- Mika? I'll be right back.
- [music stops]

I've dreamt of eating here.

A dream come true.

The chef is incredible.

His star means it's always full.

But I managed
to get a table tonight, for us.

Perfect.

All that passion,

has made me so hungry.

Ha! Yes.

I know it's all false.

But thank you.

Oh, but I'm so thirsty. Some champagne?

Yes.

Do you prefer small bubbles or...?

- Just bubbles.
- [both laughs]

Two drinkies, then.

"Drinkies".

Come. Let's have a bottle.

- OK.
- Hell with it, let's go mad.

- It's on me.
- Don't worry.

[whacking with force]
OK, strip. Let's see the package then.

Yes.

Ah, the well-hung baby
wasn't exaggerating.

Thank you. [gasps]

- [Mimi] So what does it cost?
- 150.

150 what?

We can do it again.
It's for one hour, minimum.

Haha, what do you mean?
I can't waste an hour with you. Huh?

Ten drink coupons, OK?

- 20.
- Five then.

- OK, ten is fine.
- [Mimi] Mmm.

There you go.

- Yes.
- Hey.

Do your job first.

I'd have done it for five.

And me for 15, but you suck at haggling.

- I'm a quick learner.
- [Mimi] Really?

- Yeah.
- A quick learner.

- We could do a live stream for my fans.
- [Mimi] A livestream?

- Yeah.
- What's that?

[Zak] We stream it for my subscribers.
Like a video.

What are you talking about? They watch?

- Yeah.
- What? Are you serious?

Do you want to die? Huh?

You want me to take your balls
like that and break them?

Is that what you want?

Huh?

Listen carefully, my well-hung baby.

What happens in La Churascaia
stays in La Churascaia.

Do you understand? Otherwise...

[making a clicking sound]

Look, see? He's still happy.
Let's make the most of it.

[techno music playing]

That was so good.

It was an explosion of taste. [laughs]

A taste journey.

It was delicious.

It was...

...astounding.

- And the finish of the wine?
- Oh... that finish.

- You don't know what that is.
- No, I have no idea.

I don't know if I've got room for dessert.

- We'll share one.
- Perfect.

I love your smile.

Excuse me?

[heart pounding loudly]

A client?

Yes.

Ben.

Romane.

Yaelle. Pleased to meet you.

Hi, I'm Romane.

I heard about your father. I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Well, welcome to our place.
I hope you enjoyed your meal.

It's your restaurant?

Well no, it's my husband's. I help him.

- You're Pierre Morand's wife?
- Yes, that's right.

Please tell him
that his cooking is divine.

I think that you can tell him yourself.

Pierre?

Good evening.

This is Ben, and--

Yaelle, his fiancée.

[Pierre] Hello, Yaelle.

Bravo! It's really an honour to be able
to tell you in person.

[Pierre] Thank you and welcome.

[Yaelle] He-he.

- [Pierre] Good evening.
- [Ben] Evening.

So, you're the famous Ben?

You've talked about him?

Yes.

Incredible.

It's important for couples to talk.

[Yaelle] That's the key.

Yes, it's the key.

[Pierre] Can you stay after we close?

I'm doing a tasting of our desserts
for the new menu.

- Well, yes.
- Yes?

- We'd love to.
- No...

It'll be late and you have
an early start tomorrow, so--

No, but it's not every day you get
an invitation from Chef Morand.

Well, that's perfect.
See you in a bit, huh?

I'll send someone for you.

So lovely!

I much prefer Lupin.

- What?
- Ben, you know it's less sexy.

Yes.

[mellow piano music playing]

[man] My girl, I've just seen
your school report, and I'm proud of you.

[man] You're as talented as your mother.

[man] For dinner, don't bother, we'll heat
up the gratin.

[man] See you tonight.

[mellow music continues]

[man] My girl, I've just seen
your school report, and I'm proud of you.

[man] You're as talented as your mother.

[sobbing]

[sighs]

- With the little button.
- The little button.

[both laughs]

- [man] Great.
- [Yaelle] And all the flowers are edible?

- [Pierre] Yes. Do you want to taste it?
- [Yaelle] Yes, please.

You've changed.

- [Pierre] Here.
- [Yaelle] Thanks.

Yes. You're exactly the same.

Only the petals.

- Mmm.
- [crowd laughing]

Darling? Could you fetch me
a bottle of that lovely Madeira, please?

- The one we discovered in Porto.
- Yes, OK.

You'll see, it's delicious.
It goes with our second dessert.

- [crowd] Ah!
- No!

- [Pierre] Yes.
- Two desserts?

- [Pierre] And even a third.
- Oh, but it's... Byzantine.

[upbeat music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[Ben breaths heavily]

I'm sorry.

[both breathe heavily]

[both gasp]

[Pierre] It melts like love in the sun.

He's so cool.

I'll try not to melt your passion.

[both pant]

[Ben] Forgive me, Romane.

I'm so sorry.

[Pierre] And the next dessert
is for swingers.

[everyone laughs]

[both gasp]

[Pierre] Love. Passion.

[Pierre] That's great.

[Ben] I missed you so much.

[Pierre] As long as there's no divorce dessert...

[Pierre] ...with ginger. [laughs]

[slow beat music]

My love, are you there?

Lupin?

Lupin?

[both breathe heavily]

[music stops abruptly]

[Ben and Romane panting]

Subtitles: Monica Lobefaro