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- You probably don't remember me.

- We met three months ago, on a flight from Paris to Cairo.

We talked. I asked for your address.

Now, I think you'd be very interested to hear what I've since been up to.

It'll stir your blood,

and maybe even a few laughs, were the outcome not so cruel.

- A Sadean hero then, not only in deeds,

but you also in words.

- My story goes like this,

I'm a lawyer of the Paris Bar Association,

but I live in this region of France, where my wife owns property.

The air is healthy, my kids are happy and carefree,

yet today, I'm concerned more than ever about their future,

more than ever,

without me, of course,

but I'll get to the point.

Jacques Roy is my childhood friend.

He runs a notary's office in the city.

We were together in Algeria, and in our student years.

Unfortunately, this friendship did nothing to prevent the horrors.

For more than two years

his wife, Florence, has been my lover.

We love each other passionately and secretly.

No easy ride, especially in a household with their 16-year-old daughter.

So, I was leading this double life

until tragedy descended and shook my destiny.

- At last, measures against the display of pornographic films!

All those tits, asses and buttocks!

This morning, a journalist said "tits" on national radio!

- Did he? - Indeed!

- That jerk should be jailed!

- We live in a permissive society, as our President would say, but still,

such display is disgusting!

The Champs-Elysées has become little more than an open-air sexshop!

I must admit, I'm offended.

I'm getting rather embarrassed when I stroll down the Champs-Elysées,

or on the Pont de la République.

It's sickening.

Such degradation of women!

Degradation!

- What a bunch of jerks!

For a thousand years, France has lived in a Gallo-Roman phallocratic civilization.

Remember when we were in high school?

We'd all share our wanking stories from the night before.

Remember that?

- When we were Kids,

we'd check which one of us had the...

- It'll be ready in ten minutes, my darlings.

- Yes, we... we were discussing dicks.

When we were kids, we'd check which one of us

had the prettiest, the biggest, the largest one.

- All right, all right.

Look!

Have a taste of this malt.

You know I've just bought some land in the Bas-Médoc.

Best possible price, a real bargain. Amazing!

Of course, I'm in a position to do so.

- Of course you are.

Your position as a notary must open all sorts of doors.

It's the talk of the town, you know?

- His land, his estate, his vineyards,

and my ass.

- You're staying for dinner, Yves, aren't you?

- Well, actually, I don't know, I had other plans.

- We're having chicken with turnips.

- How can I resist?

- Don't resist.

- Look at her, Yves!

She never ages!

Who would think she's thirty-something?

- You old lech!

- Well, here comes that idiot Johnny, on his motorbike.

- He's not so bad, a little crazy perhaps.

- He's just spoiled rotten!

Our mayor's son owns a Jaguar;

a powerful motorbike and a worthless bachelor's degree.

- You're so mean, Jacques.

- Why shouldn't we be?

Don't we have everything we want?

Look at Jacques.

He's well-off,

happy, comfortable.

You can smell his smugness,

loves himself to bits.

We all love each other.

Don't we?

We do love each other, don't we?

We have beautiful wives,

beautiful kids,

beautiful cars,

even our horses are beautiful,

we have furniture,

- in the style of Louis XIV, - XII!

- XIII, granted.

What more can we ask of the people?

They work for us and we benefit from them.

All is well.

All is well.

I hope it lasts.

- My meetings with Florence were becoming difficult.

- I can't stop here long, you know.

It's my youngest son's birthday,

I must get to a store before they close up.

- Well, I'll leave you to it. My duck is waiting for me.

- His birthday?

My godson?

He's six already?

Here, hold on.

I bought this for Manon this morning,

some rare stamps,

but Florence reckons a sixteen-year-old like Manon,

would prefer clothes or cosmetics.

Give the kid these, then.

As good a time as any to start his collection.

Besides, they'll only grow in value, along with inflation.

- Okay. - Well, I'm going to have a drink.

- Hell, I'm out of cigarettes.

- Hold on, I'll get you some,

besides, I need some exercise.

- Oh, don't, we might get caught.

- Come on. - Please don't.

- No, leave me alone. - I need you.

- Shhh, go away, leave me alone.

Leave me alone.

- All was well.

Neither Jacques nor Francoise

could have imagined our nocturnal escapades.

Then one day

in Paris,

- Er, yes, I'm listening.

Don't you think you're pushing it, mate?

I'm overworked too.

Frankly, you're pissing me off, Jacques!

Well, okay, I'll see what I can do.

All right, I'll go, bye, then, bye.

- I recognized her alright.

She was getting quite pretty.

- Hello. - You're late, my dear Yves,

or should I still call you uncle?

Oh, I forgot my suitcase.

Say,

why are you driving with only one glove? That's silly.

- Don't remind me, I'm angry.

I lost the other in Bordeaux.

- One more!

Catch this one!

- Oh no! - Didn't expect that, did you?

- Oh, shit, my zipper!

- Oh, no, you're too fast for me... - You're too slow!

- And I'm alone against you two!

- That was bound to happen!

- Are you coming or what?

Well, come on then!

- What was that?

Give it here!

Throw it.

- You wannna play with us? - No, thanks.

- Oh, no. - Caught you out that time!

- Phew, I'm spent.

- Naturally, you're old.

- Not that old.

I mean, I'm younger than your father.

- Yes, but he's handsome.

- Funny you should say that.

- What're you waiting for? Hurry up!

- Oh, shit, my zipper!

I'm tired of this stupid game.

I quit.

- Want to keep playing?

- Exciting read?

- Not really. Eroticism for lower executives.

- I like your short hair.

Look at me,

don't avoid me.

I've always loved your legs.

- Where is it?

- I wonder where the men went.

Yves must still be on the road.

Martine?

Martine?

- I like your short hair.

- Martine!

- Yes, what is it?

- Would you get me my stuff?

- Do you really need it right now?

- Yes, Martine.

- Wait a sec!

- The trip was serene.

We moved slowly and aimlessly around the ring roads.

It was the waning hour.

- Oh damn, the holidays are here already.

- Now, you're even moaning about being on holiday?

- It's just so boring.

Mum and Dad go on living,

as if I don't exist.

- It's true, you look miserable, like some little match-seller.

- You got a fag?

- Huh? - A cigarette? A smoke?

- Here.

Put on some music, please.

- Cool! It's...

It's so hot in here.

- You reckon I've changed?

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

The other night in the dorm, we all compared our breasts and asses.

I think "ass" is a fantastic word.

- That's quite a turn, coming from such a young thing.

- Two more years, then I'm ready.

- Oh right, I forgot.

- Anyway,

get this, the breast contest came down to just two of us:

me first, and then some butcher's daughter,

Annabelle Guy.

No wonder, with all the things her parents must have fed her.

Oh, these socks.

Don't you like to see a girl wanking?

- Manon, cut the crap!

- Don't you like it?

I bet you've never seen breasts like mine.

Not like your wife's, I'm sure.

- She wasn't the only one in my life, you know.

You might lose your bet.

Will you cut the crap?

- Well, look here, that's quite a hard-on.

You're huge.

Oh, you bastard!

- Cut the crap!

- Don't you like nature, Uncle?

Come on, let's take a walk in the woods.

- Listen, Manon, that's enough, you're out of your mind.

- Oh, come on! - Get back in the car! Manon!

- Come on! Have you no sense of fun?

Are you coming or what?

You freak! Are you impotent?

You see, I was a virgin.

You got that, Mister lawyer?

Abduction of a minor, rape of a virgin child?

You'll get banged up for quite some time.

Whatever you do now, you'll never see my mother again,

and you'll never hurt my dad again.

- Take a seat.

Mr. Estevan, I find you guilty of rape, statutory rape,

and breach of trust.

Your status as a lawyer will only aggravate the case.

You're a disgrace to the bar.

I am compelled to sign your arrest warrant.

- Who would have believed me, and what could I say?

I had indeed deflowered the daughter of my friend,

the daughter of the woman I love.

Jacques is a nice guy,

in spite of what I'd done,

he managed to keep my hearing behind closed doors.

It was all hushed up.

In the blink of an eye, I lost everything,

then that damned puppet of a judge really threw me under the bus.

- The most important thing is that this case is kept quiet.

You're a man of some standing,

a political pillar of this town.

Under your watch,

our factory workers are kept a safe distance from radicalism.

- Thanks. - As such, we are the pride of the nation.

Such a dirty affair may tarnish our image and cause trouble.

It may also scandalize the party,

therefore, this moment of madness from our friend Estevan

must be hushed up, kept quiet,

silenced.

- How would you like it?

- I beg your pardon? - Your tea.

- Strong? - Light.

- Silenced, or... - And you, darling?

- As usual.

- Silenced or settled by an arrangement.

- An arrangement?

My daughter was raped, Your Honor.

- I know, I know.

- I can't believe my daughter and Yves...

- You know, such things happen more often than you think.

- Shame.

Shame, Your Honor, all over town.

- Such fancy measures for a mere moment's folly.

- May I suggest something a little more daring,

which would nevertheless sort things out?

What if Francoise and Estevan agreed to divorce after this "accident™

We could possibly sort this sordid affair,

by asking your former friend for compensation.

- What do you mean, Mr. Foutriquet?

- Estevan divorces, he marries your daughter,

a glorious marriage, flashy publicity.

I can guarantee you that Estevan is perfectly ready to join our ranks,

to lend us some support.

He's very popular in Paris.

Is Manon still locked in her room?

- Of course she is.

- Let her marry her attacker and I swear you'll become a deputy.

A beautiful wedding is cheaper than an election campaign,

and so much more effective, my dear notary.

- When the judge told me about the deal, I didn't know what to think.

Prison, dishonor, a shattered life,

but I was going to see my children again, my wife,

and especially,

especially Florence.

I even went so far as to imagine

that this marriage would make it easier for me to meet my mistress.

I often thought about her.

I'd see us at our secret rendezvous.

My wife came to visit me.

Of course, I dreaded this encounter.

- No, no, no!

I don't even want to understand this political mess.

What on earth has morality got to do with it?

It frightens me.

You lost your mind over this teenager, that I can understand,

but can you really keep acting like we're in another century?

It's beyond me.

I'd rather have our children think you're a satyr

than some ass-licker.

- If you ever loved me, Francoise,

then give me a divorce.

I don't want my children visiting me in prison.

If we divorce,

of course they'll suffer,

but they'll understand later.

- Believe me, Francoise.

I don't love Manon. I only love...

you.

I'm stuck.

You can help by giving back my freedom.

Grant me a divorce.

Our friends in the judicial authority will ensure things move fast.

Accept.

For the love of me, or for the love of freedom.

- You fool! Forever trapped between mirrors and words,

but just you remember,

that I only ever loved you like a mother, a whore or a child could.

Today, all is lost,

and the wife I could have been for you

is now gone forever.

All is lost.

- During the procedure, I couldn't see anyone.

Then Florence managed to meet me.

How she did it, I still don't know.

Meanwhile, Manon was granted permission to go out.

She was flirting with the mayor's son Johnny,

a problem for all those planning my acquittal.

- Why do you hide when you pee?

- Because a floppy cock is not pretty.

- I can fix that.

- Flo,

this is a nightmare.

I know you're not going to believe me,

but regarding Manon,

it wasn't my fault,

it was hers!

It was all her doing.

She's the one who provoked me, attacked me.

I don't know what else to tell you,

but you've got to get me out of here.

You've got to, Flo.

My wife has agreed

to the divorce.

It's called mutual consent.

It's the only way, believe me, the only way!

Help me, Flo, help me, I'm begging you.

Get me out of here

and guess what?

I'm marrying Manon.

You understand? You know what this means?

I'm marrying her and I'm staying with you,

I'm staying with you.

You've got to help me, Flo, you've got to help me.

Can you hear me?

Convince Manon,

and I'll be back in your arms soon.

- I need you,

your body, your cock,

come back to me quickly.

I'll get you out.

I love you.

- All sins forgiven,

including your moment of madness.

Florence and I have come to an agreement,

you'll marry Manon next week.

It's all arranged.

Her mother assures me that her honor is safe.

All things considered, I'm happy too.

We're old friends, aren't we?

- Quite so. Jacques just came over, to tell me how things stand.

Anyway, my divorce was finalized this morning.

What do you think I should do?

- Fuck the mother,

or the daughter,

or whoever you want,

but always be honest about your intentions.

If I understand your story correctly,

you'll be much more secure in here, than out there.

That being said, I really don't care about your story.

Good luck.

- Do you really want me to marry Yves?

- Can you suggest a better solution?

- I know he's your lover.

- Stop it, you little bitch!

- Yes, I love Yves. What's it to you?

Yes, we're lovers. What's the big deal?

Don't you think I'm as desirable as you?

I've got tits and an ass, unlike you!

I'm sure Yves has a better time with me

than he ever could with you!

All things considered

he fucks like a god.

You'll get plenty of time to figure it out.

- Not a chance! I won't marry your shitty lawyer!

Let him rot in jail.

That way, you'll stay with Dad.

- You trying to blackmail me?

Fine,

then I'll tell you something.

The other day in the store,

you nicked some records with that little jerk Johnny,

and you got caught.

- Never mind, Johnny's the mayor's son, we won't get charged.

- That's where you're wrong,

because your dear father and I

will send you off to a reform school until you come of age.

- Oh, not that, Mum, not the reform school.

- So, just make sure you're here when he comes to propose... bye!

- Dream on, it's not happening.

- Come in, Yves, come in.

- Hello, Flo.

- I'm alone.

Jacques is settling an inheritance in Sologne.

As for Manon, she's on the road, as usual.

- Six months, I've been jerking off, thinking of you!

I don't give a damn about Manon, got it?

For six months, I wanted you, for six months, I longed for you,

for six months, I touched myself in my cell.

I imagined you naked for six months.

I don't give a damn about Manon, got it?

I don't give a damn about Manon!

Come.

We're gonna make love, like never before.

My love...

- I don't want to lose you.

You hear me?

I don't want to lose you.

I love you.

- I love you.

- My love... I love you.

I love you.

- You hear me?

I love you.

- Bitch! You bitch!

Bitch!

I hate you.

You are dirty! - Shut up!

- Dirty!

- Wanna fuck her?

- No, you're hurting me!

No!

- You asked for it, you little bitch.

Take her!

Take her!

Little slut!

Take her!

- No!

You asked for it, you little bitch.

- No!

No!

No.

- Take her!

Take her!

Wanna fuck her?

- Hold her! - No!

- Bitch! You bitch!

Bitch!

I hate you.

You're dirty! - Shut up!

Dirty!

No! - Shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

I said shut up!

Take this!

Take this!

Little whore!

Take this!

- You're dirty! - Shut up!

- Dirty!

I hate you. - Open up, I say.

Open wide!

- Little bitch! - Hold her legs!

Fuck her!

- No!

- Take her!

You asked for it!

Little bitch!

You bitch!

Little bitch.

- No!

- Take her!

Take her!

Stop struggling!

- Open them wide, I said.

- No! No!

- Shut the fuck up!

Shut up!

I said shut up.

Take this!

- No...

- Little bitch. Come on, take that little bitch!

Yes, like that...

- Spread them! - No!

- Yes, suck my tits! - No!

- No! - Spread them, I said!

- Stop struggling!

- No...

- Come on, take that little bitch!

That's it, yes.

Show her... - No!

No, no!

- I hate you! - No!

- Bitch, bitch, bitch!

I hate you!

- You're dirty! - Shut up!

- Dirty!

- Here! Here!

Here! Can you feel my cock?

Here! You like it, don't you?

See how I fuck your daughter?

See how I screw your daughter?

You like it, huh? You scream but you like it, huh?

- No. - Here!

Here, here, can you feel my cock?

Here, here, you like it, don't you?

See how I fuck your daughter?

Bitch.

Here, little whore!

Here. Take it.

Feel my cock.

You like that, don't you?

You're screaming, but you love it, don't you?

You like it too, Florence, don't you? It turns you on.

- Leave me alone!

- Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

- So, all sorted? - No, thanks.

Since there's no other way.

Will you come to the wedding?

- No, I have to go to Tours, for some sex offence,

some case involving Arabs.

- Really? What have these people done now?

- Nothing. This time, they're the victims.

We'll have to hush it up, and quickly.

- I've got a million things to do.

- You're a funny little woman, you know.

In fact, you're exactly the kind of girl I would have married

if I were 20.

Why are you laughing?

You're beautiful, you know.

In fact, you're exactly the kind of girl I wish your mother was.

- Daddy, do you love me?

- You're pissing me off.

You must think we're a little odd, your mother and me.

It must have been horrible with Yves.

- Oh, you know...

- You must hate us.

Take this.

Well, you know,

things aren't always that simple.

You'll see.

So

it's nice that it should end like this.

Well, I've got to go.

- I've got an idea.

You're going to put on Dad's suit.

Johnny?

Come over right away. I'm at the pavilion and it's deserted.

I need your help, yes, now!

You love me, Johnny, don't you? Do you love me?

- Yes. Why that silly question?

- If you love me, pick up the gun.

Hold it tight.

Tighter.

Stay there.

Save me.

I'll get the police.

We'll say you did it.

Please...

THE TWO DYKES

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