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Hello, what ? Who do you want to talk to ?

Arthur, I want to talk to Arthur.

Oh, calm down my friend.

It's for Arthur, give it to him.

Arthur, Arthur, it's always about Arthur around here.

Arthur, but answer me !

Answer me, Arthur !

Hey, there's a call for Arthur.

Arthur, it's for you.

But wake up, for God's sake.

Oh, damn, can't you let a woman sleep ?

Stop complaining Marjorie,

and give the phone to Arthur, that's not difficult.

- Can you give it to him ? - Alright.

Ouch. Who hit me ?

Don't worry, it's the phone.

Hello, hello ?

What ?

Oh shit.

Yes, it's Arthur.

Arthur ?

Yes, I'm listening.

- What about our appointment ? - What ?

- It's 10 o'clock! - What ?

Yes _/

Don't worry, Jéréme, I'm coming. I'll be right there.

See you soon.

Really...

Do you know what time it is ? Come on, let's hurry.

Come on, quick.

Good morning, gentlemen.

Please follow me.

Mr. Ovanessian is waiting for you.

Ah!

Come in, my friends, come in.

Have a seat.

Please excuse us for being late, we have...

Don't worry, it's nothing, have a seat.

I read.

Ah!

That's good.

That's very good.

Oh!

- Would you like your notes, Sir ? - Yes, dear.

It's a gem, you know.

A gem.

Ah!

Ah, yes. However, there still are...

some small things to change.

But don't worry, it's only details.

Details.

Details.

Tell rne, my young friend, does your aunt still agree

to participate in the financing ?

Oh, yes, certainly, of course.

Perfect, it's perfect.

Ah!

Then everything's good,

that's good, that's very good.

You remember the part in the prison, of course.

Well, there's something missing in this cell.

Yes.

I'm convinced.

And I can tell you what's missing in this cell.

A man.

But...

I know, my friend, I know.

It's always difficult for an author to change his work.

His child, in a way.

But trust me, I know my audience.

For example :

the page scene.

Charming,

very fresh.

But you don't get to the heart of things.

You have to end it with a love scene.

A real love scene,

of course.

In movies, the communion of bodies must follow the communion of minds,

it's essential if you want the movie to work.

Come on.

But... it's the story of Joan of Arc !

So what ? So what ?

But... everybody knows she was a virgin.

My children, my children...

Can you hear them Virginie ?

What do you know about it ?

What do I know ?

Virginie, are you a virgin ?

But of course, Mr Ovanessian.

That's not true, they all say that.

Come on, come on.

The audience is passive,

we have to impose our point of view,

we have to make a young movie, an audacious, realistic movie.

Don't you think so ?

- But... - Yes, yes, yes, of course.

And you, what do you think, you think like me of course ?

But... but...

it's a historical story.

You want to make a movie, yes or no ?

Yes _/

So be reasonable, not historical.

It's good, I already told you.

But how to set it up ?

You are unknown.

If only you were critics in a magazine,

or if you were Swiss ! Ah !

Or Canadians in a pinch.

Swiss ?

Yes, Swiss.

- Swiss ? - Yes, Swiss !

Swiss movies are successful,

a Swiss unknown is worth millions.

Critics are crazy about them,

intellectuals pay good money to watch a Swiss movie.

- I have a grand-mother natural... - No !

Swiss by marriage doesn't work.

So for you, there's only one solution.

You are lucky, I know it.

Sex, yes,

look around you.

In magazines, in the street, in ads, everywhere there's only one king, sex.

Virginie, give the sex... the text to these gentlemen.

Come on.

All my suggestions are here, with that, I can guarantee a distributor.

A distributor, your aunt's money, and the deal is done.

You'll see, it's a wonderful idea.

Sex, violence, a man, a woman, life in other words !

I don't know if I'll be able to...

Yes, yes, you'll be able. Besides, I have another idea.

I feel good today.

You will settle in the small studio downstairs.

A workplace, it's already half the work done.

Audacity plus initiative equals...

Novelty.

Look.

For the female part, you told rne about Mireille...

What for ?

It would cost a fortune and bring no money in.

And besides, your star, before ruining the movie industry, was a secretary.

Well, I am bringing you a secretary and you'll make...

a star of her !

Don't be afraid, honey, you don't know your body.

Ah, the wonderful caresses I will invent on this soft and cool skin,

On those hungry breasts. Don't be afraid.

I will love you...

Make you melt...

devour you with my kisses.

Oh no.

No, there's no way.

There's no way.

There's no way.

Well, don't you realize ?

I'm not a peeping Torn.

Where will we put Joan of Arc and the revolution in all this ?

Oh, I would never have imagined you were so old fashioned.

And hypocrite, too.

Besides, Ovanessian was right.

Look around you.

After all, maybe you're right.

Besides, like Mao said :

No, me, I have to get over Joan of Arc.

Thinking of it, we might find something.

For example,

introducing

the sexual revolution inside the family unit.

Wouldn't be bad, huh ?

Ah, yes.

Look,

we both think about it separately,

And tomorrow we start working on it. Well, we try.

Alright. Goodbye.

See you tomorrow.

Even/body's gone ?

Oh, oh ?

Ludmila ?

You're not here ?

If you're not here, you're not here.

Oh, you're handsome.

You're strong.

I want you.

Ilike you.

- Is there something wrong ? - Say...

Say, that's a wonderful idea.

Could you tell me again...

the first sentences you said, you know...

Oh, shit!

You'll see, my dear, there's everything you need.

You and I are realists.

Making movies is not about dreaming, it's about seats.

And I put people on your seats.

I have sex, violence,

A man, a woman, in other words, life !

Yes, my dear, yes,

it's a tailor-made story.

It's essential we quickly meet.

In three days,

alright.

I'll have the contracts ready.

Goodbye, my dear.

You see.

I'm not telling you lies.

And guess what,

I don't want to hide anything to you.

Right now, downstairs,

I have two young men.

Young, unknown, cheap,

in other words, geniuses.

They are polishing, perfecting the scenario.

Ah, you see, Sir.

I am not an amateur.

That's right,

I'm in debt.

But what will my creditors have if you bankrupt me ?

This desk ?

This couch where you were sitting ?

My skin ? And after that !

Whereas there, Sir,

between my hands,

I have a real !

A r... r... real?

- Gem. - Ar... Ar... Are you sure ?

If I'm sure ? This is bronze.

Bronze, I tell you. And we'll turn it into gold.

If... If someone would like to

invest some money in... in movies, could they ?

Of course, but in this field, we demand perfect honesty,

you understand why. - Yes, yes, yes, of... of course and...

with 1O O00 francs... - Old or new ?

Oh, 0h, oh ! New!

Of course, I would be delighted to make you happy.

Well, I'll come back then.

For the 1O O00 francs, in ten days.

And for the... the... the...

In three months, let's not confuse issues.

By the way, there's my daughter.

Ah, measurements ?

89, 42, and 92.

Modern.

Three abortions between 17 and 21.

- Interesting. - Ah !

You could tell her to call rne, one never knows.

Mr. Ovanessian placed here everything you'll need to work.

Table,

seats, paper, typewriter...

Etc... I leave you.

Work well.

Shit!

It's already 10, this beast is always late.

Well...

Let's see.

Virginie still smelled like the hot sand of the beach

when she came to me.

Hey, Jéréme, what's wrong with you, what did you smoke ?

Ah, very funny, I am working.

Have you done anything ?

Say, there's a funny atmosphere here.

Yes.

Stop complaining, will you ?

What have you written ?

But you're off beam, my friend.

We're not making a movie for Marie's children.

After all, you're cruel, in your own way.

Depriving the spectators of that.

Isn't it better that way ?

Anyway, we can't start in the islands.

You're dreaming, my friend.

We shoot in Paris, in December, and with your aunt's money.

So let's not innovate too much.

Start typing, we'll outline the main characters.

This is...

Virginie.

30,

married,

no children.

And here is Charles, her husband.

Same age, middle manager, no problems,

he reads the Express.

Now...

Now this is Jean-Pierre.

Trendy young man, happy to live,

publicist.

He reads... the Nouvel Observateur.

Florence.

Florence is single,

she is never tired of enjoying life,

she loves all men,

she reads nothing but she subscribed to all the beauty product catalogs.

Here.

We have the characters.

Say,

what if we postponed the plot until tomorrow ?

No.

Well...

Let's keep thinking.

Here it is.

I have an idea.

Virginie...

doesn't like love.

She doesn't feel any pleasure doing it.

Absolutely, you don't like making love.

Until the day where...

Charles being out of town,

Jean-Pierre,

expecting to find the husband,

finds Virginie, alone,

wearing a négligé.

Who's there ?

It's me, Jean-Pierre, Virginie. I would like to see Charles.

Come in, Jean-Pierre.

Unfortunately, Charles is not here. But I am so happy to see you.

How are you ?

Very fine.

- Will you have a drink ? - With pleasure.

Say, don't you think we are a little hasty ?

What do you mean ? We're not making psychology.

You'll see,

I have the feeling the scene will be beautifully wild.

Virginie quickly hid her breast with both her hands,

while Jean-Pierre removed his jacket to put it on her shoulders,

clearly troubled.

Virginie,

I'm sorry.

But you are so beautiful.

Jean-Pierre...

No, I don't want to cheat on Charles.

Besides, I don't like love.

But you were made for love.

Damn, I think it drags on a little.

Yes, you're right, I'm letting myself go.

Listen...

Virginie lives in the countryside.

Alone.

Isolated.

Her closest neighbors are two kilometers away.

- S0 Jean-Pierre... - Like in A Clockwork Orange.

No... No...

But yes, but yes.

NO, help, help!

Virginie, you were made for love.

No, please, Jean-Pierre, leave me alone. No, no !

No!

No!

Say, Arthur, we're not doing it on the floor ?

We should at least have a bed.

Oh, Jéréme, you're so conservative.

Anyway, as you want.

Once naked,

Jean-Pierre took Virginie in his arms,

brought her to the bedroom,

and carefully put her on the bed.

Oh, honey.

Oh, that was wonderful.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, let's do it again.

Give them a break, Jéréme, will you ?

No, anyway we can't do that again like that.

We should find something a little spicier.

What if Charles, the husband,

showed up unexpectedly ?

Oh, no, no, we have already seen it a thousand times.

What if...

Virginie's close friend...

caught them ?

Yes,

but what are they going to do ?

Don't worry. Just write.

Jean-Pierre and Virginie,

lying side by side, were savoring their pleasure, when suddenly...

Virginie, Virginie, but where are you Virginie ?

My word, you're hiding.

That's funny but...

I thought you were...

Oh, but...

Virginie, that's not Charles !

Oh, my dear Virginie, forgive rne, please, don't be ashamed.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, relax.

There's nothing more natural, you know.

I'm absolutely not prudish.

You know, I know Jean-Pierre very well,

he's a discreet young man...

he's charming...

Thanks, thanks.

And to think I never knew pleasure.

Stop it, stop it !

I'm fed up with it, you hear me ? You hear me, I'm fed up.

It's porn, it's disgusting, it's awful.

And you, you are monstruous. And I, I, I...

Away, Satan.

Run,

indecent, vicious creatures.

Lucifer !

Lousy swines !

Jéréme !

Get over it, my friend.

This is mental exhaustion.

Come on, my friend.

Get over it.

Well, never mind.

Really !

Well, I see you're feeling better.

You know, Jéréme,

if you go off the deep end like that, you'll never stand the course, my friend.

You knew what to expect when you agreed to write the scenario, didn't you ?

You know, Jeréme, I'm about to say something delicate,

you don't spend enough time with girls.

You should overcome your shyness, you understand me ?

Like Jean-Pierre.

Yes, exactly, like Jean-Pierre.

D0 the same as him, my friend,

and maybe you'll be less clumsy with the script.

Well...

Come on, let's clear off;

But I meant what I said.

You should be more agressive sexually.

Agressif...

Agressif...

I'm not a sex maniac, that's all.

Good evening, Mr. Jéréme.

Good evening, Sophie.

Hurry up. Madame is not happy.

- Besides, Miss is here. - Miss ?

Miss Agatha.

According to Madame, she was your first love.

You'll tell rne if you find her more beautiful than rne, Mr. Jéréme.

Well.

Well, my dear, I won't compliment you.

You see, we are having our coffee.

Next time, I'll invite you for lunch,

that way, I'll dare to hope to have you for dinner.

- But... - Oh, be quiet, be quiet, be quiet,

I hate excuses.

Well, don't you recognize her ?

- Well, I have to say... - He doesn't recognize you.

Oh, really, that's unbelievable, this young man has memory lapses.

Agatha.

Aga... Aga...

Yes, Agatha, your sweetie, your love when you were 12.

Ah, yes... yes.

I think she grew more beautiful.

Well, I let you make up for lost time. I go to bed.

You are even nicer

when you blush.

Don't you worry about me,

I love watching TV in bed in the evening.

And you, silly young man,

Sophie will bring you what we left for you.

Sophie, Sophie, my dear, serve Mr. Jérome and go to bed.

Chéteau Lafitte 48.

Chicken Marengo, 8 hours of cooking.

Braised artichoke hearts.

Leave it, Sophie, leave it, I'll serve him, you can go to bed.

But no, Miss, I thank you,

I'm not sleepy at all.

Excuse me, Mr. Jérome, I forgot your coffee.

COME

Euh... What were we talking about?

Your stay in Paris.

How long are you planning to stay with us ?

As long as it takes.

Are you sleeping here, Jéréme ?

Yes, when I feel too lazy to go home,

I sleep in the second guest room.

And tonight?

Yes...

Do you remember, Jeréme, when you came with cousin Paul

to the girls room pretending you were ghosts ?

You used to scream. I can still hear your screams.

- Ah ! - What happened ?

No, that's nothing, I simple forgot something in the living room.

- What? - No, don't move, I'll go.

Agatha f;

Yes, that's it.

I feel I'm going to sleep like a log.

- What about you, Jéréme ? - Well...

You know, Jérome, I'm about to say something delicate,

but I think you don't spend enough time with girls.

You need to overcome your shyness, you understand me ?

You need to overcome your shyness, you understand me ?

You should be more agressive sexually.

You should be more...

I'M WAITING FOR THE GHOST

So what, damn, you don't hear it ?

Yes.

Hello, Arthur ?

It's Jéréme on the phone.

Yes, but say, I thought you killed yourself with gas.

It's over 1O o'clock and I'm not at work.

Arthur, I feel down.

Me too.

Arthur !

Arthur, are you still there ?

Yes

I didn't hear you anymore.

Say, Arthur, don't laugh. Answer me.

At first sight, just like that, sexually speaking,

do I look normal to you ? - What ?

No, no, Arthur, don't answer now.

Take your time to think about it.

You understand, it's important for me.

Come on, come on !

Look, Jéréme.

If that's because of the bullshit I told you yesterday,

you don't need to worry.

L was edgy.

And I was fed up with it, too.

We just didn't react the same way, that's all.

But I can assure you that physically...

What is it, you noticed something ?

Physically, you have no problem.

Everything is where it belongs.

You have excellent proportions.

Listen to me, Jéréme, you only have one thing to do,

use your tool. Alright ?

And I can assure you that once you have used your tool,

you'll do it again !

Like me.

VVeH,say,honey,

for technical advice, you have to ask me.

Well, come, I'll help you.

- Besides, I'll make you a discount. - Oh, no, Madame.

- Why ? - I'll pay the right price.

Come on, come on, one last effort.

Faster.

My love.

L\/ly love !

Honey.

Honey !

Accelerate the pace.

Oh, how I love you.

Oh, how I love you !

Jéréme ! Be careful.

It's Florence who says that.

Excuse me.

How I love you.

Alright.

Now, together.

Get ready...

One...

two...

three ! Go.

Jéréme. I'm fed up with it.

Come, let's go have a drink.

4 francs.

Two Martini.

4 francs.

Keep the change.

Tell me, Arthur, how long will it last ?

Ten days.

I can't even look at people in the eyes.

Arthur !

I can't believe it.

Excuse rne, gentlemen,

Le Louvre, please ?

That Way _l

Gentlemen, good morning, it's the secretary from upstairs who asked me

Eh, les gars, soyez chic, me Iaissez pas prendre racine.

- Where do I put it? - Put it there.

Here. Gentlemen, have a good day.

Hello, young men.

Hello, Virginie, the sheets are on the desk.

...81...

82...

Hello, children.

Ah, by the way...

I have excellent news from abroad.

The Germans are interested

and the Japanese too.

The first contacts are very successful.

S0, my children, I beg you,

don't worry that, firstly,

the German wants direct scenes,

and most importantly...

manly scenes.

It's well know,

the Aryan, like the Russian, rapes,

but with the Aryan, the woman

screams with pleasure. The Germans are romantic.

Three, four, five times, that doesn't scare them.

Secondly, Japan.

Aaaaah !

Japan is something else.

Definitely no exoticism.

No Geisha, no fujiyama,

what's exotic for them is us.

Us.

Only one concession.

But...

essential.

We need an animal.

A dog, for example. I know a very good one, and cheap.

A German Shepherd.

That way, we please both of them.

Kill two birds with one stone !

Well. I'll let you work.

Virginie, bring these sheets to my office.

No, Wolf, no !

Not twice in the same day.

No, Wolf, you are a bad dog.

Stop it, bad dog. Stop it.

You're hurting mama's feelings.

Wolf, no, no, Wolf...

Good morning.

It seems like there's nobody.

- Are you a friend of Jér6me's ? - Of Jér6me's ?

Ah no, I'm the girlfriend of Arthur, who's Jér6me's friend.

Well, I am Jér6me's girlfriend, well, almost.

And I haven't heard from him for three days, so...

S0 I see you had the same idea as me.

But I think I know where they are, you come with me ?

Alright.

Ah, here you are, you bastards !

- Agatha... - But what is this pigsty ?

Jéréme, I think we have been betrayed.

But, but Agatha, what are you doing here ?

You do have some nerves, both of you.

If we disturb you, tell us.

Kick us out.

No, no, no, non, no!

You don't need to get excited.

We had to get a move on, so...

So you find it quieter here. I bother you, maybe ?

And you prefer to live in this...

And your friend, but look at your friend.

Oh, say,

that's a small work of art you're writing here.

Agatha, come.

Come here, look.

Well, well.

Dirty boys.

Well, girls,

that's all well and good but we have to work.

We appreciated your sensitivity

but we still have a third of the scenario to deliver, so...

So what, you want to get rid of us, just like that ?

Agatha, what's a husband ?

Someone who protects us,

who reassures us,

and who listens to us.

Go on.

Who comes home in the evening with the arms filled

with flowers and presents saying :

to go out tonight ? »

I'm delighted to go to the movies tonight.

Good evening, Jéréme.

Agatha, I...

Goodbye, you sex maniacs.

- Virginie ? - Sir?

Come in, dear, come in.

Yes, Sir.

- This is the pages from yesterday ? - Yes, Sir. 22 pages.

Excellent, dear, excellent.

Did you blush ?

Yes, Sir. Especially at page 12, at the end of page 17

and at pages 21 and 22.

Wonderful, I don't want to be bothered under any circumstance.

I can't wait to read all this.

Yes, Sir.

No, no, no... No!

There's no doubt.

We go in circles.

Around those four characters, we need...

we need a thing.

A surprise.

A twist, you know.

Agirl.

You know that's not a stupid idea.

Thanks.

Yes

Agirl!

A girl who would blackmail them, for example.

What do you say ?

That wouldn't be bad.

But...

a real young girl.

Yes

A real young girl.

A small redhead.

And freckles.

Et des taches de rousseur.

A small round buttom. Really firm.

And a small innocent face with hazel eyes.

And a small turned-up nose, and pink lips.

Oh yes...

9h yes !

And to cap it all,

a pair of small breasts

you can hold in... - N0, but that's Agatha !

So what !

Agatha, Agatha, she's a girl like any other, isn't she ?

Arthur, I'm going to kick your ass.

Hey, Say-

This is getting ridiculous !

Writing a porn movie is already not fun.

But if I have to stand a looney like you too, it's too much for me.

I'm off. You're on your own.

Bye.

Arthur, don't do that.

Arthur, don't let me down !

Boulevard de Courcelles.

Arthur, my old friend, don't let me down.

Arthur.

Don't let your best friend down.

Excuse me, Sir, I'm sorry.

Arthur, don't let me down.

Arthur, my old friend, don't let me down.

My old friend, I beg you, I absolutely need to tell you...

Alright. You won.

Ah!

Don't get excited.

- Under one condition. - Accepted.

To prove me

you don't have any dubious inhibition anymore,

any dubious complex if you prefer, you'll undress completely.

- Here ? - Right here. And right now.

And... in front of?

What ?

That bothers you ?

No,no.No,no, that doesn't bother me at all.

If that can make you happy.

Although I, you know...

I don't see what it has to do with it.

If that can make you happy.

That doesn't bother me.

Here.

I said completely.

Alright, alright, no need to get mad.

And now, turn around.

Again.

Stop.

Say, Arthur, I did it, I can put my clothes back, now ?

No!

Ouch !

I did what you wanted, Arthur.

And now, keep your promise.

Tomorrow. 9 at the studio.

He's so cute. Arthur, I want him.

Arthur, lwant him. lwant him. Oh.

Iwant him. Oh.

Don't forget, tomorrow at 9.

Come back, sweetie. Don't leave rne so fast.

No, it's not that, you understand.

She's not violent enough.

No, she has to despise him.

To hold him responsible for the death of Charles.

And he has to remain impassive.

And when she won't have any word left,

he'll say... he'll simply say :

Yes, but we haven't reached that point yet.

You understand, the one time

we can talk about something else that asses and boobs,

we have to throw ourselves into it.

We never knows, maybe a critic will come to watch the movie.

He'll think it's Swiss, Canadian...

or leftist.

Talent, in other words.

Ah, you little bastards.

How lucky for me to drop by.

It's part of my job, after all.

Delirious.

I find them delirious ten minutes before meeting the distributor

that can make you rich.

My children, my children,

but you're off beam !

Do you think that my spectators came to see in the foreground

a man's butt ?

Oh!

That looks better, doesn't it ?

Well, what are you waiting to type ?

What does the sweetie say ?

You didn't understand, that's over. Finished, hopeless, lost.

I don't want to see you anymore, I can't stand you.

You showed me what pleasure was.

I thought I loved you, but after that...

But after dragging me in the mud like you did,

all these insane people that touched rne, felt rne...

All those bodies, those odious men,

and all those vicious people I had to whip...

G0, get out of here, come on, out, get out of here.

But I love you, Virginie.

What ?

But what is he saying, I can't believe it...

I can't believe it, I must be dreaming.

Cross this out, for God's sake, and now write.

He took her by the arms and made herfall on the bed.

Under the blows, Virginie was screaming.

- Here ! - Ouch !

Here, take that.

- Mama ! - And that. Bitch !

You thought you were going to get rid of me like that, huh ?

S0, you have a great time,

and after that...

on you want to clean your act.

And go back to your sweet husband.

And whateverwill be will be !

Waiting to find another sucker.

No!No!

But I'll make that go away.

And Virginie, in tears, beaten, exhausted, broken, say to Jean-Pierre :

No, please, stop,

I'll do whatever you want, I'll crawl in front of you, but stop.

And now, admit it.

- Admit you like that. - Oh yes.

My love.

And now, love each other !

Sex ! Ah!

Violence !

Sir, Sir!

Mr Duschmolk is here.

He's the distributor, come on, children, let's hurry up,

let's not make him wait.

By the way, Jéréme, your aunt is still okay ?

- Euh... Yes, yes, I think so. - Perfect.

I didn't know, dearfriend, that you had started in a meatpacking plant,

but, since we are sharing, my father was a horse dealer

and, believe rne, I learned more at the family table

than in so-called professional circles.

That's not surprising, my dear, business is everywhere.

Ah, business, I couldn't agree more.

Tell me, children, what about going to the woods

to facilitate digestion, huh, dearfriend ?

Very good idea, my dear, very good idea.

I'm counting on my two young friends to tell you in a lively way

my idea of a scenario on which they are working.

You understand, Mr. Duschmolk,

the issue of the sex life of women

is without a doubt the stumbling block of our contemporary society.

Quite right...

And it's with that in mind that we imagined a sequence

where our heroin Virginie... - 30, not more.

Will know through a sudden affair

what is pleasure.

For Virginie, I have a little Yugoslav very famous in her country.

You know my secretary ?

That's her, but better.

Very good. But be careful with the censorship.

No hairs. Don't forget, no hairs.

Jean-Pierre, Virginie's lover,

is a senior executive who decided to live his life to the fullest.

Having no money problem,

the only thing he has in mind is pleasure, in all its forms.

A modern movie, in other words, you understand.

His playmate is Florence,

a wonderful, radiant young woman,

and totally free.

30, not more, and having never breastfed.

Regarding the husband, Charles, he's credulous.

A husband, in other words.

By the way, how is your wife doing ?

Fine, thank you.

Go on, go on, go on.

One of the highlights of the movie will be the erotic confrontation

of the husband, the wife,

the lover and Florence...

Yes, indeed, guided by Jean-Pierre, Charles, the husband,

thinks he's going to attend

But the...

the two men are sitting in a room with a red atmosphere.

Watch out for hairs, please, no hairs.

In front of this double appearance, the two men stood up, completely naked

and walked to the two women.

Butts are ok ?

Of course, dear friend, of course,

the censorship has nothing against butts.

From this moment, the night was extremely restless.

The couples came with many erotic inventions

which, in this atmosphere made of Japanese music and red light,

seemed... fantastic.

Fantastic !

Not bad.

Go on.

Oh, not bad.

That's all you have to say.

Listen.

One day, as her husband is not here,

Virginie decides to go visit her friend Florence

to know where is Jean-Pierre, who disappeared.

She has the key because that's where Jean-Pierre uses to meet her.

As she walks in the hall,

Florence, having trouble to hide her naked body under a neglige,

shows up and says :

Oh, that's you, Virginie ?

But I'm with somebody.

You should have told me.

Florence...

I can't take it anymore.

I haven't seen him in three days,

I don't even know where he is.

Florence, honey, please, tell me where he is.

Oh, listen, dear, I don't know. Besides, I'm not alone.

I'm not in the mood for chatting.

But tell me, tell me he's here.

Admit.

Admit it.

You're afraid to lose him. You're keeping him away from me.

You're jealous. Admit it, admit it!

- Stop it, you're hurting me. - Admit it, admit it!

Enough ! That's enough !

- Charles ! - Virginie !

- What is he doing here ? - You're cheating on me !

Oh, please, don't be vulgar.

Look...

What if... we made love, the three of us ?

Bravo, bravo !

Alright, Mr. Ovanessian, I'm interested.

That's good, that's very good, I can assure you.

Have a seat.

How much ?

Expensive.

Very expensive.

You see, Mr. Duschmolk, I'd be delighted to make a deal with you,

because I like you very much.

But I have to tell you

you're not the only distributor interested in the movie.

And when he said : what about a walk in the woods ? »

I started exulting. I could already see myself singing :

Ferret from the woods lovely »,

But not at all.

To take his hand, it took me one minute, by my watch.

I found myself pretending I twisted my ankles.

Mr. Jéréme, at last, agrees to put a hand out of his pocket.

I take it, I hold it strongly, with passion, in other words,

and what he says to me, guess, guess what !

He says :

Well no. Not even.

He says : I hurt him, poor boy.

So what, what should I do, I don't know anymore.

Agatha, give up, find yourself a muscleman.

I did it.

But I have regrets.

Worse, remorses.

I'm a romantic.

Muscleman doesn't tell me anything. Jéréme used to talk to me all the time.

What Kant said, what Spinoza repeated,

Bakunin who screamed

and Trotsky who was short-sighted and Ponty who was a friend of Merleau

and Maritain and... I could go on.

S0 here is it. Sexually, I don't have anymore problems.

With Muscleman, I learned my alphabet.

With Jeréme, my acne outbreak ended.

Now, I'm leaving.

I met a guy, his name is Julien.

He's always talking but I'm never tired of it.

Besides, his buddy is African American.

He has been around so he doesn't lack imagination regarding...

Anyway-

They say Katmandou isn't like it used to.

I managed to get tickets for a charter flight leaving for Mexico.

There, we'll go to the Andes Moutains.

I always loved the mountain.

And at least, there, the air is healthier.

No. The flesh is not sad.

What is this stupid poem in the mouth of a lover like Florence ?

It's not sad, the flesh.

That's me, Ovanessian, who tells you.

Besides, know that at the loam productions, we laugh before love,

and we still laugh after love.

Exactly.

You, young healthy people.

And you think the flesh is sad ?

Oh my god, my poor children.

Tell me...

You're not gay, at least ?

So that was you, this idea of strip ping pong ?

What are we going to do with it, now.

It's always the same thing. We work hard to undress them,

and once they are naked, only one possible solution.

But I'd fed up with it, this is so monotonous.

Oh, but what can I do.

And after all, they have to do it, here or elsewhere.

All new, all good, right?

Hello, guys.

This is Barbara, beautiful, isn't she ?

Show yourself, Barbara, turn around.

This sweetie needs a part, I insist.

Thanks,honey.

Anyway, that will bring some diversity to your story.

A fine figure of a woman like her with a fragility.

Some people love it.

Well, what should I do, now ?

Don't worry, I'll tell you everything.

Bye, bye, pretty boys.

Listen.

The lion in the bush.

It's the full moon in the heart of Africa.

A disturbing night

where animals you never see are prawling.

Alone, the great white hunter,

braving the darkness,

was carefully walking,

looking for his prey.

Well, my pretty boys.

You want to catch Barbara l'Amour ?

She caught you.

And in her arms,

she'll make you die with pleasure.

Madame, please, rne first. Me first.

Me first. Me first. Me first. Me first.

Well, honey, you're daydreaming.

That's ridiculous, you're letting this gentleman explain your approach alone.

Still, I thought you were the first to be affected

by this story about Joan of Arc.

Oh yes, excuse me, my aunt, Joan of Arc was a great negress who...

But he's crazy ! Absolutely crazy !

And you want me to invest 1O millions on this idiot?

No, but Sir...

Oh, dear Madam, my dear Madam, he's only tired.

Exhausted.

This boy has been working for a month, twenty-four hours a day.

I should never have come with him today.

He absolutely needs to rest. To rest a little.

I think we could postpone this interview.

You are too good, Sir.

But I think you're right,

a doctor and a little rest would do him a lot of good.

Go rest, my dear.

Regarding our little business, I'll allow myself to come back alone

to discuss it with you if you're not opposed to it by principle.

But on the contrary, dear Sir,

I always have been particularly devoted to Saint Joan of Arc.

And if with only 1O millions I can glorify her memory

and help you make this great piece,

I would be perfectly satisfied.

Dear Madam,

I was delighted to meet you.

See you very soon.

Come, Jéréme.

This man is charming.

You.

Come in, little girl.

Hello, gentlemen.

Hello, Miss.

Not bad.

I spent three years at the conservatory, and I won the second prize...

Take your clothes off.

I'm sorry ?

Take your clothes off.

Take your clothes off!

But, Sir, maybe I...

Oh, please, I know my audience.

COITIG OH, COITIG on, COITIG OH.

Excuse rne, but I'm not essential, and I have to review my text

so if you don't mind...

But of course, this conscientousness is honorable. Go.

- What are you doing ? - Well...

Me, I...

You are the director, yes or no ?

Not bad.

Not bad, misses,

My dad told me to tell you I was the court bailifFs daughter.

Good evening, honey.

You bring work home, now ?

It's really the end of everything.

Ah, if your friends saw you !

Shit! Shit and shit !

You could at least kiss me.

What do you think of my new outfit?

Too much fabric.

Yes, of course I'll only wear it to go to the supermarket.

Yes, you're right.

And like that ?

Yes, that's better.

Please, let me work.

Could you bring rne something to drink please ?

Oh, but you're kidding me !

I'm fed up with you, fed up.

I'm off, you hear me ?

Bastard.

Oh, but Ludmila,

what do you have here ? Here ?

Hello, Arthur ? I 'm not doing well, my friend, not at all.

Yes, that's me, Arthur !

What's wrong ?

Arthur, don't yell at me, please, now is not the time, I'm scared.

Scared of what ?

The screen tests, Arthur.

Tomorrow's screen tests.

Tell me, do you think I'll be good enough to direct the girls ?

Look, my friend, you don't have to worry.

You already made three short movies.

One about Saint Teresa of Avila, one about cod fishing and one about...

About dairy cows, exactly.

This time, there will be real actors.

I'm so nervous.

Don't worry, I understood.

Look, Jéréme, you should take a sleeping pill...

Yes, Arthur.

Get under your covers...

Yes, Arthur.

Set your alarm for 8:30...

Yes, Arthur.

And sleep like a log.

Yes, Arthur.

I'm ready.

Well, then, you... You can...

You can undress.

Action.

Joan the Virgin, first test.

Well... Go.

Watch out, but lock the camera, for God's sake.

Jesus, be careful with the zoom. The zoom.

But... Oh, but don't hit me.

Wow, wait, but go down. G0 down, go down.

I tell you to go down. Here.

Don't move, don't move.

Rise it a little. Rise it a little.

For God's sake, rise it a little.

Rise it...

Wat... Wat... But rise it up a little. It's out of focus. It's out of focus.

Be careful with the focus. The focus. The focus.

Here, that's it. Don't move, don't move.

But what is... She's laughing.

She's laughing.

Cut, goddamn it, cut.

I can't believe it, you never made love.

Look : Mimile, remove your shoes and come here.

Yes, boss.

Mimile, you're the lover, alright?

- OK, boss, and you, you're Virginie ? - That's it.

Lolliot at the camera, the rest of you, watch. Go ahead, Mimile.

Mimile, I can't breathe.

Sorry, boss.

Ah, that's good.

Ah, that's good.

Here, like that, we understand she enjoys it.

She wants more !

Alright, alright.

Here it is, all done !

Germaine...

Germaine, what's wrong ?

Oh, Alex...

Alex, please.

At my age.

Your age f;

What age ?

You're as fresh as a rosebud.

You sweet-talking man.

Oh, no.

I Love you !

I simply love you.

But that's crazy, Alex, crazy.

We only met three times, and yet, once with my nephew.

And here we are, crazy as 2O year-old lovers.

Because we are young.

Young at heart, just like Joan of Arc.

Oh, by the way, what about our story about Joan of Arc ?

Well, it's good, it's good.

Vous étes content de Jéréme ?

Yes, yes, very satisfied, yes.

Ah, would there be something valuable in this featherbrain ?

Well, maybe not for Joan of Arc, I guess,

but in a different style, hopefully.

I don't get it, Alex, explain yourself.

Look, Germaine, I don't want to hide anything to you.

I love you.

But I don't deserve you.

- I'm a crook. - Oh, but...

Alex !

Yes.

A crook.

I never wanted to make a movie about Joan of Arc. I made them...

I had another idea, I asked them to... work on it.

But work on what, Alex, you're not clear.

Because...

Because I'm afraid to lose you, Germaine.

Alex,

I demand the most absolute truth between us.

Or there's no need to see each other again.

In these conditions, I beg you to forgive me.

Because it's a sordid story of...

I'm tired of it.

Take it easy, my dear, it will soon be our turn.

- Florence ? - Yes ?

It's your turn.

Virginie, shift, it's our turn now.

They are sad.

Still, if your husband was less stingy, he would buy us another bed.

Why ? I find it more exciting.

The clock ! You forgot to wind it, so we're losing time,

hurry up, now.

You could give me a break.

Oh, poor thing, you prefer horses to queens.

That's funny, I always loved playing with little horses.

Here it is.

Globally, I find it ratherfunny.

Yes, that's not bad.

Well...

all this, it's only about sex.

I couldn't agree more my children.

Oh, don't bother, I know everything.

Alex, well, Mr. Ovanessian told me everything.

Love.

What ?

Love, you skeptical young man.

Yes, Jéréme honey,

we met each other and we are in love.

This is a beautiful story for a movie.

Instead of talking about all those dirty things.

Oh, please, Arthur.

Anyway, I don't want to talk with you.

We'll leave for Capri in two hours, and we'll get married there.

Jéréme honey, come closer.

I forgive you.

And you, Arthur,

although I'm convinced you're the one who lead Jérome in this dark story,

I forgive you as well, alright.

The scenario is excellent, unfortunately it's over for rne.

- Hurry up, we'll miss the plane. - I'm coming, dear.

Yes, go see Bezul, tell him I sent you there,

I'm sure it will work.

Goodbye, my children, and no hard feelings.

Alex, Alex, but how could you do business ?

Precisely, regarding business,

I wanted to tell you about this thing that's important to rne and...

We'll talk about it in the plane.

Say, Arthur, you think we should meet this Mr. Bezul ?

Of course we should.

You don't actually think I'll forget fifteen days of work

because your aunt went away with the producer.

Mr. Bezul, please.

At the end.

Say, Arthur...

You really want to make this movie ?

Yes, Mr Aunty's nephew, I really want to.

Really.

Mr. Bezul, please.

- What, again ? - It's them, Sir.

Well, you little bastards,

first day of shooting and you arrive two hours late.

Take your clothes off.

And you, you're sleeping ?

Go get the girls.

What are you waiting for with the lights ?

Come on !

And you, you are not naked yet ?

Get those two bastards undressed.

In position, goddamn it, in position.

The bedside lamp isn't on,

where is the prop master, I want to fire him!

The couple of queers, in position.

In the bed, goddamn it, in the bed.

Careful, go ahead, action, go,go,go.

The girl, on top, make the hair move.

The boys, scratch backs. Come on !

And change partners, hurry up, the camera is on.

Boys, help her get excited, you losers.

COITIG OH, COITIG on, COITIG OH.

Again, yes, come on.

Rhythm, g0, go !

Rhythm, rhythm !

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.