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- Are you okay? - Yeah it was my buddies.

- Hazing? - No. A bachelor party.

- Great idea! - Yeah...

Can I set you free or is it forbidden?

Would you?

No. I really don't have to.

So, you're sadistic?

Wait, do we know each other? You know my name?

Well. I do know you.

We were in school together.

But we never spoke.

THE NIGHT BELONGS TO LOVERS

Stop it.

What're you doing?

Stay there.

Wait for me, bunny-wunny.

Isn't this a great hideout?

Down in one.

It's a deep lake with weird currents.

A guy drowned. Took 'em a week to find him.

- A week? Wow! - Yeah.

It's my pals.

I better get this. They'll be worried.

- What're you doing? - "Hiding..." Wait.

"Hiding in Tulle.

Come find me!"

There! That'll keep your torturers busy.

How did you and your betrothed meet?

At friends'?

No.

- At a party? - No.

- At work? - No.

- At the bank? - No.

On the net?

At a sports club?

A volleyball Club?

A swingers club?

No, we met at nursing school in Limoges.

Oh. Okay.

Yeah, you're actually just nurses. You're not an explorer or lion tamer?

No, and I'm not a rock star, sorry.

Yeah, I'm a home nurse.

Funny...

How does a Trotskyist guitarist... Shit, it's hard to say.

Trotskyist guitarist.

Anyway...

How did you end up giving jabs to old folk?

Well, I tried medicine first because... well, you know...

And I failed.

Limoges has a good nursing college, so I stumbled into it.

Same with Florence!

No! We clicked straight away.

But I was with a girl. She'd just split up with a guy.

We hesitated for a year before taking the plunge.

Who kissed who, first?

- I don't know. - Yes, you do.

She did.

Then she turned up at my place with all her things.

We've been together since.

We're looking for a house to buy near Limoges and then...

Then you'll have a boy and a girl

and buy a minivan because an SUV is a vulgar gas guzzler

and you'll go skiing in summer and to the beach in winter.

So? We actually really want to.

And it's okay. I've had a good time,

I have no regrets.

Did you have that many girls?

I bet you slept with your best girlfriend!

Well...

Well, we'd drunk a whole lot of rum.

So it doesn't really count.

Did you cheat a lot?

No, that's no answer.

Never?

Once?

Yohann, it's your last night of freedom.

Be honest!

Well, we'd drunk a whole lot of rum.

So it doesn't really count.

- You didn't tell her? - No.

- Are you the one who proposed? - Yep.

Over a romantic meal out?

Yeah.

Was it scary?

Yes. And not just the minivan.

Will you love her forever?

Yes. She's really...

Wonderful? Amazing? Fantastic?

Is she pretty, at least?

Why "at least"? What does that mean?

Well, look.

Yeah.

She sure is.

Thanks.

How's your love life?

A barren wasteland.

He lasted 3 days.

A year ago.

He lasted a week. A record.

Cool, funny, clever, but not exactly free.

It was last year.

And...

- He was 2 years ago. - Isn't he kind of old?

Don't criticize!

He left at the start of the night.

That's it.

Nothing else in 3 years.

Love: zilch.

Sexually catastrophic. Not even a real booty call.

At 25, it's pathetic.

Wait, I... I mean...

You see. I...

No. I don't see.

Don't look at me as if someone had died!

Just imagine that I'm your last girl before eternal fidelity.

A sort of free whore.

Sleeping with a whore on your bachelor party

is a tradition, isn't it?

Yes, but...

And no matter what.

I promise I'll never tell a soul.

I'm cold. Come to mine.

I have a cabin in town, so well hidden,

it can't be found.

I'm sorry, I can't come to yours. I should go find my pals.

Oh, no.

Yohann, we're just starting to have fun!

Stop it.

I don't even know your name!

Guess. If you get it right. I'll do a striptease and set you free!

If you don't you come to mine.

You have 3 guesses.

You got the 1st letter.

Aurélie?

So?

Anne?

Agnès?

1 left!

Alexandra!

You lose. Come to mine!

Stop it. I can't.

No. Yohann!

You played and lost. No arguing, come on.

As I'm a nice girl and it's your bachelor party...

you're entitled to a bonus.

Stop it.

No.

We mustn't. I can't do this.

What're you doing?

My place?

Want a drink?

- A grog? - Oh yeah, good idea.

Careful it'll be cold.

- Thanks. - That's okay.

Thanks for saving me.

Want something?

No, I mean, are you hungry?

I have rollmops.

- "Rollmops"? - Yeah.

Pickled herring rolled around a crunchy pickle. Delicious!

- I'll show you. - Okay.

Oops!

Wearing the same panties?

Yeah, they're my lucky panties.

They're a bit damp, but...

but I like it!

Sorry, I...

I think this is a mistake.

If you go, you'll regret it forever.

Are you religious?

Looks like it.

Practicing?

I sometimes go to mass, yes.

But don't worry, I'm not a virgin and I use condoms.

Come here.

I can smell pussy.

Give it to me.

Wait.

Mind if we take a break?

Uh... no, no.

Want a drink?

Uh, yeah.

Do you have anything other than rum?

Yeah.

Careful, it'll be cold.

Ice-cold water or orange juice.

Orange juice would be great.

You have a beautiful ass.

Better than Florence's?

Okay, yes.

Why do you wax?

Don't you like it?

I think it looks weird.

Actually.

I thought only male porn actors did that.

No, lots of my pals do it, too.

It's weird.

For a woman, total body hair removal is ugly.

It looks like a girl, so for a guy...

Is that Florence, too?

Well...

She prefers it like that, but so do I.

I don't like body hair, I don't think it looks clean.

Especially with girls, it's like...

- Did you force yourself before? - No, no.

I wouldn't go that far.

And I really wanted to, but...

But when I put my hand in your panties, all that hair wasn't a great surprise.

But you're free, so I can't complain!

You don't wax your armpits?

What about your chest?

Sometimes.

It's crazy that you're religious. I mean, I never thought you would be.

Yeah.

And what are you? An atheist?

Yeah. There's one thing I'm sure about: we're here quite by chance.

And the only thing we can do on earth

is to have fun while waiting for death.

You mean...

tied up in a parking lot at night. Dressed as a rabbit, in the rain?

I'm being serious.

Well, for me, someone who is a total atheist...

just seems so weird.

We don't know our origins or our future, so maybe there's a god.

Scientists are often religious, even mystical.

Yeah, well, I'm not a scientist.

I'm a nurse.

I've seen people die. There's no mystery.

It's just cells coming together to create life or consciousness.

It's matter, physics, chemistry.

One minute, you're thinking, the next, you stop, the heart stops.

What was your dream when you were 15?

What?

What did you dream of, at 15?

At 15?

Sleeping with a girl!

Thanks, I'm sure you did,

but you must have had a deep desire, a dream for later life.

Sleeping with a girl is a deep desire!

Come on!

We all have dreams at 15.

True.

So, what was yours?

Okay, I'll tell you.

Sleeping with 2 girls!

What did you dream of, at 15?

Starting a revolution.

I still dream of it.

Didn't you stop after school?

No way! On the contrary.

I know what I'm doing now, and why.

At the time, it was mainly revolt and anger.

I still feel very angry, but...

I have political thoughts, clear goals...

Acting out of indignation does you good at the time...

but you have to look way beyond that.

How to build something new, strike the powerful where it hurts.

Learn, build, strike.

Especially now. It's all going to shit. Now is the time to fight.

I saw the strength when people come together,

Determined to do things.

I saw the fear in the eyes of the cops and soldiers.

If we gain the upper hand,

they'll follow us. I know they will.

You're beautiful

when you talk like that.

Hang on.

I'm sorry. What's wrong?

Nothing, it's not you.

No. I didn't get raped.

It's more ordinary. It's from a long time ago.

Well... where does it come from?

Your upbringing?

A broken heart?

No.

Well, yes, but same as everyone.

I just have a problem with my body, with sex.

It's not that I don't like it. I do.

But I don't know, I...

I can't deal with my body and feelings at the same time.

It's like I have 2 tendencies that I can't reconcile.

"Reconcile" - did I fucking say that?

What a stupid word!

"Reconcile". I'm pathetic.

Then, there was this guy.

Right from the start, he...

liked to do really hard-core stuff...

I had to be a bit submissive.

I liked it.

It turned me on, but...

I don't know.

He drifted away.

We stopped talking, there was no tenderness.

There was almost nothing left.

I knew he was cheating on me. I said nothing.

We pretended everything was okay.

Socially...

the ideal couple.

The 2 lovers who always lead protest marches.

And I thought I was happy and in love.

Sexually, it was becoming ridiculous.

Just totally ridiculous.

He started treating me like a sex toy...

thinking only of himself.

Reproducing scenes from porn films.

I liked it at first...

but soon I couldn't handle it.

Then we had threesomes, foursomes, fivesomes.

I blocked it out, couldn't stand his cock,

His mouth, his smell, his skin...

So, since then...

love,

sex, feelings, I...

I don't believe in them anymore.

So, actually...

you're the real atheist?

Sometimes I get flashbacks.

When I see a big rabbit tied up on the grass, I think...

Yeah, I start to believe it.

Like it's possible, like it could work.

That it wouldn't hurt.

And that it'd work with you, too.

I'm kind of your guinea pig.

What?

You're using me to solve your problem.

Okay... great.

What?

You're just being a jerk.

Why insult me?

Well, think.

Think about what?

Try to see it my way.

You want me to see it your way?

I'd think this girl obviously likes me.

If it wasn't my bachelor party, maybe she'd want to seduce me.

And maybe it'd be the start of something.

That's what I'd think if I saw it your way.

Adèle?

Or Adeline?

No.

Anne-Marie?

Anne-Lise?

Anne-Laure?

Why not Marie-Madeleine?!

Abigaël?

I'm hungry.

Aurore?

Rollmops?

Is that your name?

You've lost over and over, pal.

Rollmops?

Rollmops.

There's some on your side. An emergency supply.

Hang on, it'll go everywhere.

Careful, it'll be cold.

- Don't you have a fridge? - I do.

In the kitchen.

But I can't go in there.

You can't go in the kitchen?

No.

2 weeks ago,

I bought a chicken.

I completely forgot it.

And then...

there was a smell.

I lifted up the tinfoil...

and it was infested with maggots!

And maggots are one thing...

I just can't deal with.

Wait... 2 weeks?

So, you...

you've surrendered your kitchen to the maggots?

No, but as long as they're there, I can't go in.

They're...

Where's the...?

Oh, okay.

Fuck, it's disgusting.

Oh, fuck!

It's gross!

Keep still!

Are you talking to a maggot?

No, no... the tinfoil.

Fuck!

Come on...

There, all disinfected!

You're the best!

- Where are the...? - Maggots?

- Here. - Not near me!

- They're in a bag. - Don't fool around.

- Won't you just look? - No, don't!

- Just look at them. - It's not funny. Stop it!

Stop it! It's not funny. Yohann, stop it!

Wait, Yohann...

Stop it!

Maggot attack!

Hands off! Your hands touched the maggots.

What are you doing?

I hear guys can't get hard in the cold, so...

I'm testing!

A purely scientific experiment.

You're doing okay!

- Sorry for leaving you out in the cold. - It's okay.

No, really, it's okay!

What's wrong?

Nothing.

It's just that...

I don't blame you, but...

it's not easy for a guy to...

to get aroused several times without...

See?

Not coming is unbearable?

Can I do something for you?

I'm coming.

Axelle!

Dirty boy!

It's okay, sperm isn't dirty.

It's living and... a bit slimy, too!

Hey, Mr. Yohann...

I thought you didn't know my name.

I guessed it. Miss Axelle.

I guessed it.

Funny it came back to you just then!

You know, all the girls I've slept with ran to the bathroom afterwards.

They got so serious when we had sex or were naked.

Stupid bitches.

What about Florence?

What about her?

Does she run to the bathroom?

Yeah.

What's the sex like with her?

Normal.

No such thing as normal, pal.

Won't you tell me?

We know and love each other.

We do it less often than at the start, but...

in our lovemaking,

we have moments of pretty incredible union and fusion.

Once a week after watching TV?

Do you sodomize Florence?

Your ID card.

What?

I saw your name on your ID card in the kitchen.

You sly bastard!

That's right. Miss Saint-Vaast!

Do you slap Florence's ass?

- What? - When you're doing it doggy style.

I bet she loves that.

I don't do that. I think it shows a lack of respect.

No.

If you show respect in sex, you can do anything.

And you know, a little slap at the right time...

all the chicks love that.

It can even make some of them come.

I don't know. It's just not my thing.

Are threesomes your thing?

Don't you dream of fucking her while some girl...

...me, for instance...

eats out her pretty little pussy?

Well, you'll make fun of me, but...

When I masturbate, I often think about that.

Almost every time I come.

Funny...

Is it your biggest fantasy?

One of the biggest.

Along with maybe double penetration.

Is Florence up for it?

When will you do it? Can I come along?

They're fantasies. They turn me on,

but I don't want them to come true.

Light-weight!

What's your biggest fantasy?

To be honest...

Reliving everything I went through with my ex.

But with a guy who's funny,

healthy, playful,

and if possible, in love while being free,

without barriers or constraints.

A bit like a revolution!

Isn't that a good fantasy?

Is that a proposition?

No, a dream.

What're you doing?

Is it a fight game?

An insomnia ritual.

Can I play?

You up to it?

I reckon.

Come on.

Here.

What game is it?

An Argentinean coded it all by himself.

Really? How do you play?

Fist, kick, direction, stab.

Fist, kick, direction, stab, okay.

- Go on. - Ready?

You're not giving me a chance!

- Stab! - No!

- Stop it! - No!

Come on...

I'll beat you!

What's that?

Oh, fuck!

Yeah, just for fun!

I recently saw a Polish movie. There was this chick...

She found her ex-husband

and she bet herself

that if she spent the night with him...

in town, not in bed...

But if she stopped him going home to his new wife, I mean, if...

if they spent all night together...

What would your Polish girl do if she failed?

She'd kill herself.

Hey, take that, girl! 1 all.

Just you wait...

You wait n' see!

So...

if I'd left, you'd have killed yourself?

That's what I was thinking.

I love to play games.

You know the mountain ruins or the quarries?

I nearly jumped several times.

I was on the edge. I just had to step off and...

Then, I imagined my body

on the ground, mangled,

the angles my back would make,

my legs,

the blood...

Then, I thought it was a really dumb idea.

I can't...

I can't have kids.

Huh?

I'm sterile.

Totally sterile.

I caught something at 18.

They treated it, but it's fucked now.

Shit.

Do you two want kids?

Yeah, we'd love to.

I haven't told Florence.

I haven't told anyone, not even my mother.

You're the first.

Don't tell me we can adopt or...

use a stranger's sperm. I know we'll end up doing that.

That's okay.

But it drives me crazy.

When will you tell her?

I don't know.

Wait a minute...

Are you sure you love Florence if you hide that from her?

Are you sure you love her enough to marry her?

So, what am I in all of this?

An emergency shrink?

A girl you've decided to be honest with, for once?

The wost thing is...

A stranger's sperm or...

waiting 5 years to adopt is fine by me.

Stop it.

Stop it!

No!

Stop it!

No!

Not my arms!

No...

Wait...

I'm sorry. I...

I can't.

It's not you. You're great, but...

- I can't force myself. - Are you sure?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

It's really frustrating for me not to come.

When I think about how it used to be...

And I want you so much.

I've never wanted anyone so much.

What're you doing?

I, the undersigned,

Yohann Lemarchand...

of sound body and mind...

undertake...

not to leave...

the apartment of Miss...

Axelle Saint-Vaast...

until the said young lady...

has had...

at least 1...

orgasm.

Tulle, January 15, 2019.

Don't fall asleep.

Want to come with me on...

What?

You were jerking off, right?

You've fallen for me, right?

Want to come with me on the front line?

What do you mean?

Fight together for the revolution.

You know all about it, you're in shape, you'd be a great recruit.

No, it's not for me anymore.

It is!

At high school, everyone followed you.

You have the guts for it.

I'm not so sure.

Hey, wake up!

I saw it in your eyes.

You clearly still want to fight.

No, I don't think so.

You're dying to accept.

I'm free to say no.

Funny you talk about freedom because...

You could be free and true and you're not.

You understood me.

What're you talking about?

In all you said about your life,

it's like you don't choose. And you don't face up to things.

I fell in love with her, I didn't choose.

It makes me happy, I won't dump her to prove I'm free.

Dump Florence?

I never said that!

What a ridiculous idea.

But you can be yourself,

tell her what you think and feel.

You can also say no to her.

That's why I liked you in school. You were different.

You weren't into politics just to look cool or get girls.

I could see you had balls. That's why I admired you.

What you've become is so depressing.

It was 10 years ago, I've changed.

And why are you judging me?

If I'm happy, I won't...

Know what I think? You're trying to make me doubt myself.

- To take her place. - What if I did?

Aren't I allowed to try and take her place?

Wouldn't any girl try? Don't you want me to?

God, Yohann, face it.

You have desires and anxieties and no fuckin' sperm.

It doesn't matter if you face it.

But wake the fuck up. Don't wait till you're bitter.

It's the same with sex.

You can't stay with your nice tenderness and your hidden fantasies.

You have desire.

Set yourself free.

Oh, yeah? Well, look where it got you.

Okay...

You don't get it.

Think sexual freedom is doing anything with anyone?

Like a vulgar pig or forcing yourself like some sad bitch?

It means being attentive to your partner's desire.

Not excluding anything whatsoever.

And I'm right here right now.

There's no-one else.

It's all here right now.

Stop it.

No, I won't stop, Yohann.

Your beloved betrothed who soothes all your anxieties...

You're cheating on her before the wedding.

Wasn't it one last night of pleasure?

I love you, you jerk. I always have.

I never shaved my pussy.

It's for you.

Go on...

Go on.

Now fuck me like a whore.

Don't touch me.

- Axelle... - Be quiet.

I've never met anyone like you.

What you did is beautiful.

No-one ever did anything so beautiful for me.

Wait... That hurts.

- You didn't... - It's okay. Keep still.

I, the undersigned...

It's Axelle.

How did you get my number?

While you were asleep, I took your phone and called myself.

But your number is hidden.

Yeah.

This morning, I was in bed.

I was dozing and I imagined... You'll think it's stupid...

us meeting again in 40 years' time in Tulles.

Oh, yeah?

What was it like?

Weird but kinda nice.

We were pleased with our lives.

We talked about our marriages, our kids, our deaths...

And we both agreed that we regretted not giving it a go after that night.

Not saying: "To hell with decency and your wedding.”

It wasn't a big regret. It was a bit like a sad thought.

A bit like a stone in your shoe.

Do you think what you imagined will come true?

What about you?

I don't know.

When people talk about that kind of thing,

it's sure it'll never happen.

It happened because I told you.

It's over.

So, see you never?

Yeah, see you never.

Never forever?

Yeah, forever.

Subtitles: J. Miller, a.s.i.f