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Tanguy!

Do you know the story of Tanguy?

Tanguy and the wild boys?

Captain... Captain.

Tanguy had not always been like this.

I mean a boy with one breast on a lost island.

Before being a boy-almost-girl, I was a boy.

A wild and violent boy.

I was part of a club,

together for better, but mostly for worst.

Toad, that under cold stone...

They were rich,

defiant,

uninhibited,

and in love with their literature teacher,

believing naively it was reciprocal.

We all wanted to be actors.

One fateful Sunday, we put on a show.

They drank

to fortify their courage,

far too much.

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the cauldron boil and bake...

I conjure you, by that which you profess,

answer me.

Speak.

Demand.

Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, or from our masters?

Call'em. Let me see'em.

Cool it with a baboon's blood,

Then the charm is firm and good.

Cool it with a baboon's blood,

Then the charm

is firm and good...

Not like this!

You've ruined everything!

You're out of control.

We're stopping.

Next act...

Let go of me!

This is when it all went bad.

We wanted to go to the end of the act, without considering the consequences,

we wanted to impress her.

This state of trance was familiar to us,

as if we had become one with our masks.

One violent, unpredictable being.

It was impossible for us to resist this impulse,

we called...

TREVOR

The chasm, the chasm!

We killed her?

TREVOR did it.

Not us.

She asked us to tie her up.

Understand?

One thing is clear.

They were sincerely sad and ashamed.

It was an accident.

There was a simulacrum of a trial where we lied wonderfully.

And with remorse, of course.

By chance, Romuald spoke first.

He was the least convincing of the club.

She invited us to play a scene from Macbeth.

Initially,

she made us drink

a lot of rum.

She said...

it would improve our acting,

we would be more relaxed.

So...

we did what she said.

Then it was Hubert's turn,

the most secretive of us.

She called us into a room one after the other.

I was the first.

I was drunk, my head was spinning.

She asked me if I was alright.

And put her hand between my legs.

She said, how you've grown.

She made me drink more.

Sloan was young and the sweetest amongst us.

She asked me to follow her

and undressed me in the room.

She wanted to see my naked body.

I was too drunk to resist.

It's hard to say,

She masturbated me

for a long while.

After,

she opened her mouth...

She said, give me drink, my darling. I thirst for youth.

Jean-Louis was profoundly cruel.

A curious mixture of acid and milk.

Then she slapped me.

For nothing, because...

I didn't want to tie her to the horse.

She humiliated us. She said we were good for nothing.

Finally...

we tied her down.

I remember her

laughing loudly

while pissing.

It ran down

her legs and onto the horse.

It was horrible.

The horse took fright

and fled.

It disappeared.

There you have it.

As for Tanguy,

he got off the hook like always by fleeing.

I don't remember a thing.

I was too drunk.

She forced us to drink, that I remember.

The others told me the rest after.

That's all I can say, truly.

You must believe me.

Believe!

Believe?

Their story is indeed very convincing,

and damning for Ms Lorna Debougainville who took these boys under her wing.

Unfortunately, there are no other witnesses.

We must content ourselves with this scabrous version of the facts.

Five boys led astray by a perverse woman

of little decency and moral value.

With your permission,

let me enumerate the past exploits of these innocent actors

before you deliberate.

Public drunkenness,

blasphemous graffiti,

insult to Faculty, brawls,

repeated attendance of brothels,

numerous expulsions from various schools for verbal abuse,

and so on.

I will pass on the abuse of domestic help

and inappropriate gestures.

But of course none of this matters.

I believe that this is why

we must dissolve this band of individuals.

Or discipline them in the most firm of manners,

for they are all but innocent.

They were separated

the time to find an efficient and exemplary solution.

They were reunited the day their rich families

called upon a Dutchman

named The Captain.

It's serious this time boys.

Who is this guy?

The Captain was accompanied by a boy on a leash,

a tantalizing girl,

a grouchy dog and a load of hairy fruit.

At any rate, if the girl's included...

They will never forget the first time they laid eyes on him.

The boys were forced to eat the fruit

without any explanation.

Who could have thought

that this boy, who savagely raped three young women

and set fire to a school,

had become a docile, singing lamb.

The Captain has his eye on you.

Soon you'll be singing like a little nightingale.

Bring on The Captain.

What is he, a pervert?

The Captain is hard but fair.

You can tell us, is it an act?

Not at all.

He taught me to be gentle,

non violent.

A slave with a leash like a dog.

I was a dog before.

You want some?

I don't drink.

That's a mistake, mister.

No vices then?

Yes. The arts.

Like us.

Devoted to pleasure and the arts.

Who's the girl with you?

The Captain's daughter.

Will she come with us?

Yes.

I'm leaving right now.

Me too.

I imagine you can fight back?

No.

You're a coward then?

No.

Stop, Jean-Louis.

What do you have to prove?

Lick.

Show us you're a nice boy.

I can't do that.

Stop. He didn't do anything.

Lick.

I'll show you it's a lie.

You don't understand. I'm a civilized being.

Civilized? You're a dishrag.

He's become mad.

Stop laughing cretin!

I can transform any violent boy into a civilized and docile being.

Why imprison?

They are erudite at will,

but they are barbarians.

How do you proceed? It's a bit vague.

Two months at sea without a crew.

Only the dog, my daughter and me.

A special diet, no animal flesh.

I have my ways.

I can guarantee you it works every time.

Yet he could not guarantee

that each boy would survive the trip.

The parents accepted this risk.

They had no shame.

Except for Tanguy's mother

who preferred to keep him near.

You won't believe me,

but we five shared the same dream

that same night.

You think I'd leave you, dick flapping in the wind?

Mother let you fly away?

I took the initiative.

The Captain's still not here.

We can't get in. This is bullshit.

But his daughter will get wet with us.

We could take care of her sea urchin.

The Captain can take his sweet time because I...

Evening Captain, how are you?

You, smart ass, cast off.

There's one too many.

You, disembark.

My mother changed her mind.

Should have paid.

Divide your four rations by five.

We left the Isle of Bourbon in the rain,

without tears nor regrets.

I felt strangely relieved.

The dirty pervert will have us die a slow death.

I want to go. I'm too cold.

Keep a low profile.

TREVOR will awaken

and we'll kill him.

And drink rum from his daughter's ass.

Shakespeare!

That was not part of the deal!

We're tied up like dogs.

It's for safety reasons.

I don't want you to fall into the sea.

We can swim. We're not dogs.

You're pedantic little bourgeois.

From now on, you will become one with the ship.

You will work for her.

Move, breathe, live for her.

Captain, is your daughter tied up also?

I've less of a daughter

than you've hair on your chin.

But the girl with you?

Were we dreaming?

Bait for virgins.

A problem young man?

You have no right to strangle us,

or deprive us of our books.

The one who needs to read

can come see me.

You, Turtleface

get a bucket and wash the deck.

You, Foetus, put the bags in the hold.

You, Precious, align the rope on the bow.

And you, Idiot-of-the-gang,

stay with me and learn to take the helm.

And me?

You, Girly...

sing us a song.

A soft one.

Make the most of life,

the sun, and sing!

I need relief, let me piss.

Let me piss!

Never let go of the helm.

Whatever happens, never let go. Understand?

The knife stays here.

If you touch it I'll plant it in your foot.

The first days were the most strenuous.

The Captain was without mercy.

Pulling their ropes with ardor.

They focused on the tasks at hand,

tried to put on a good show.

Their only worry

was that The Captain would unexpectedly strangle them.

We must rebel.

We must rebel,

do you hear me?

Tanguy's right.

Let's start by doing what The Captain asks us.

You're a coward.

You're all cowards.

Come on!

Put your back into it!

The sail is covered with your predecessors' hair

to remind you you're not the first nor the last on this boat.

That's how The Captain put us down,

my friends.

What are you looking at degenerate?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Liar. You have your eye on my prick.

You want to see it?

No thank you.

Don't be prude, take a look.

It's been around.

Here, a girl I met in Sumatra.

The bite mark of a crazy woman.

Here, the latitude and longitude of a cherished island.

So you see, Turtleface,

if you want something to read, come and see me.

You're the least twisted of the gang,

I feel it.

If ever something's scheming behind my back,

I'm counting on you.

Yes Sir.

Die!

Loupia...

my beauty.

Jean-Louis avenged us in his way.

Curiously, at that precise moment we shared the same desire...

TREVOR helped me.

To be The Captain's dog.

You're the most courageous, Jean-Louis, truly.

He... attacked me in the middle of the night.

He had your face and I was frightened.

He got caught in the rope.

I jumped, he followed.

It was neither the time nor the place,

but they were fascinated by his anatomy.

From that day on,

The Captain barely spoke.

The boys spent many days in the dark hold,

eating acrid, hairy fruit,

drinking little water,

shitting in a pail.

Feverish

and prone to the worst visions.

At the Captain's mercy.

I can barely manage to eat this nasty, hairy fruit.

My ideals have gone.

How can one live without ideals?

Getting hard, drinking,

creating, blaspheming.

It's all over.

TREVOR's dead.

TREVOR left us.

Why don't you speak Hubert?

Why don't you speak anymore?

My thoughts are with The Captain.

I hear him walking on deck.

I feel him breathing.

I imagine him close.

He opens the hold.

The deliverance was even more sudden than the punishment.

They hoisted themselves on deck.

The salty sun

embraced their eyes.

We've returned?

Captain?

No idiot, port of call.

Their ordeal was far from over.

A new rope tied them to The Captain,

invisible, solid and tight.

They happily regained the comfort of dry land,

but not without alarm.

The island resembled nothing they knew.

An ungracious mountain

covered with luxurious and malodorous vegetation.

A black turd covered with moss.

It reeks of oyster.

Where are we Captain?

Nowhere.

Cover your eyes with this.

Quickly.

Not you, you'll close the line.

Hold the rope to follow me.

Something licked me!

Me too.

Forward, in silence.

We're going to cross a field of groping grass.

Move quickly.

This island was most strange.

The vegetation seemed alive,

the fields striking, sucking, biting

and this pungent smell of oysters.

They were like dwarves

on a giant dirty girl.

Describe what you see.

There are big ferns.

Enormous mushrooms that look like asses.

Cool.

Hubert, traitor.

Advance, no stopping.

It's disgusting.

Hurry.

Take off the blindfolds.

If you're thirsty...

If you're hungry...

If you're tense...

Take advantage of the pleasures.

Stay here until I return.

Do you hear me? Stay here. The island is very dangerous.

I don't know what to think of all of this.

So, Hubert?

You're not going to taste?

The Captain's your friend, isn't he?

It's divine.

Pleasures were unlimited on the island.

They tried not understand

why The Captain brought them to such a place.

Was it their feverish delirium or reality?

Where are you off to Hubert?

To take a piss.

Hubert was following his member,

but not to take a piss.

He longed for The Captain.

Later, Hubert would tell them his adventure.

The Captain's breast poking through his shirt,

and more importantly, meeting Séverine.

Doctor Séverin's method will be emulated.

I brought enough to drink, eat and smoke.

Books, wigs, dresses, Séverine.

Séverin, I already told you.

Put the dress over your black breast,

and the wig up your ass.

Open the bottles. Let's drink a little.

While Hubert drank in The Captain with his eyes,

the boys, deeply satisfied,

languished in the heart of the island.

Yes, we were drunk,

incapable of moving,

embalmed in our shit dreams,

at the mercy of our most heinous visions.

Fill all the bags with hairy fruit.

You have five minutes.

Hubert's not here.

He must have gotten lost pissing.

Too bad for him.

Fill the bags, we're leaving.

Why? It's paradise here.

You've made the most of it.

Hurry!

We could stay here.

This place is amazing.

We can refuse to board.

He doesn't make the rules here.

What do you say?

Hubert!

Hey Friday.

You're stuck like a fly.

I can't breathe. Help me.

I should kill you Friday.

Hubert! Hubert!

I'm Hubert.

Indeed.

Need to urinate Friday?

No.

Answer honestly.

Do you need to piss?

Yes.

Well piss on yourself.

What are you waiting for?

Stop barking and move.

Hubert!

I don't believe I'll kill you Friday.

If only to anger William.

The Captain!

He's no more of a captain than I'm a woman.

Are you looking at my breasts?

They've made me exceptional.

What do you see?

A woman.

You are taken in by appearances.

Hubert told them that Séverine

became like a father for him.

Yet, The Captain had nothing of a mother.

No rebellion will be tolerated.

Upon our return, I will report you.

Tell how you abandoned Hubert. You will be locked up.

The return is far.

Hubert died falling from a cliff,

his own fault and stupidity.

Now, we will depart rapidly.

If one of you refuses,

cross this line.

Come on.

Sloane.

Clearly.

Romuald.

You too?

You're just going to obey like that?

No. You're going too?

Tanguy?

Leave me here, go!

Come on!

Cowards.

Welcome aboard Girly.

Thank you Captain.

We thought of Hubert, alone on the island.

We felt ashamed.

They left you,

you see.

You can count on no one.

Be weary of the black peaches.

The Captain makes us eat them constantly.

That does not surprise me.

He is missing stature and natural authority.

Tell me. Do you and your club believe in God?

No.

You all seem very charming.

It smells like a storm.

It smells like oysters.

We are on an oyster.

Enormous.

And I am its pearl.

Dinner!

The fruits! The fruits!

You'll eat later.

I'm starving!

Stop whining.

You, Girly,

take down the sail, the wind is rising.

The others, hunker down and pray!

On the boat,

The Captain did not tie them up.

It was his only mistake.

Captain!

Captain!

Captain!

I love you, Captain!

Shut up dimwit!

Don't move or I'll kill you.

You think you scare me?

Fucking Captain!

You think you scare me?

Did you see how we got him?

How I got him?

Say I'm TREVOR! Say it!

We're going to pierce your heart!

We have him, Tanguy!

Stay still!

I said stay still.

But what's this?

What's this?

It's Black Titty!

The Terrible Captain.

We will rid you of this foul thing,

unless you bring us back to the island.

You've hid it well, Captain, this wonderful tit.

Let go of me,

bunch of idiots!

The boat's going to tip...

These were the last words of our dear Captain.

How can we reach the island now?

Don't let go of the helm.

We're free!

Free!

It was before the seeds of our destiny sprouted.

We thought ourselves immortal.

We had one idea in mind...

To return to the island of pleasure.

It's nothing.

A drop of rain.

We'll be able to pay back our dear parents.

The island!

The island!

Look what I found.

We have to find Hubert.

Tomorrow. I'm beat.

Did you find the munitions?

Yes, but no weapons.

To our survival!

We can get drunk as lords.

They celebrated their regained freedom until dawn.

It was like a premonitory hallucination.

Salty and sweet,

hard and yielding.

The most beautiful of hallucinations.

The most beautiful of hallucinations.

Salty and sweet,

hard and yielding.

Hubert?

Hubert!

Not so clever now, Captain?

He's dead and rotten.

I heard a woman's cry.

It's me...

He has a girl's voice.

I saw Hubert.

You must have hallucinated

Girly.

Like last night.

We have to find Hubert.

If he was here, he'll return.

The Captain was back,

wanting to speak to us,

to warn us of the island.

Now that The Captain is dead,

I can take on my new role.

Listen, Girly, go find Hubert if you want,

but we're staying here for the moment.

Right, Romuald?

We're all going to find him.

Unless you're scared of the island.

Not at all.

Let's divide up!

Courage on one side.

Pleasure on the other.

Goodbye!

Bye!

Look at the cliff.

The cliff!

So what?

It looks like The Captain.

Not at all.

Tanguy?

Yes.

I've grown breasts.

What are you doing?

Looking to see if it's true.

What's happening to us Tanguy?

I don't know.

It's not true...

What were you looking for?

They haven't returned?

They must have died

gobbled up by the island.

We can't leave the beach.

We should've listened to The Captain.

He gave it to you hard, is that what you regret cretin?

I regret everything I've done since I met you.

Never repeat that.

Never.

What is that?

What have you got there?

Leave me alone!

What are you hiding from me?

Nothing! Leave me alone.

He's become a girl!

A girl with tits and a little pussy.

So what, I don't see what's funny?

Come on, give us a better look.

Stop!

Not bad.

See how beautiful she is boys?

Come on, don't be shy.

You know what, I'm hard.

We should celebrate this.

Stop!

Just a visit.

Between friends, it's fine.

You want me. Say it, Romuald.

Say it.

Shit.

What?

You gobbled my dick.

My dick.

A new perspective opens to you.

What will you do with your dick?

What should I do with it,

bury it with dignity,

at The Captain's feet.

It's no use.

I don't want to die.

Not like this.

Who said we're going to die?

Piss on yourselves.

For now, Tanguy only had one.

Everything led to believe a second one was coming.

So you only have one breast?

You ate fruit like the others?

Yes.

Curious, something resists in you.

Leave me alone.

Things will get better for us.

Why, were they bad before?

You can't stay like this.

He reminds me of William,

clinging on to the islet of his virility like a crab.

You were the first to cry when you changed, Sloane.

I know. But now I like it.

There is nothing either good or bad,

but thinking makes it so.

You don't want to become a woman?

Do I have a choice?

Just answer.

I'm a boy, not a girl.

Look how they are beautiful.

With their round little asses

and their buoyant breasts.

They were superb.

Tanguy was suddenly taken by a feeling of injustice.

Even though he strongly wished for it

his body refused

to become a woman.

The island is an oyster.

Enormous.

Covered with amphibious vegetation.

The ancient mariners called it Dress Island

for its ability to transform men into women.

It is uncharted.

Doctor Séverin told of how he discovered the island

following his research on hormonal plants.

Told of how he became a woman,

understood too late the dosage of the fruit,

and convinced The Captain

to perfect a method to tame wild boys.

He told them all of this, in the most simple manner.

He believed a feminized world would stop war and conflict.

The Captain's metamorphosis stopped miraculously.

Her words soothed them.

Hubert drank in every word.

I stayed on the island.

I did not want to confront the world like this.

I perfected a scientific dosage in order to modify behaviour.

I became one with the island,

which revealed to me its ancient secrets.

In the night, it sings:

Future is woman

Future is sorceress

Their reunion was distant and cold.

Jean-Louis was even more troubling like this.

So Tanguy

always as timid?

The Captain was at his service.

He was his pawn.

So it's thanks to you we were beaten and so on?

The doctor didn't know that The Captain...

Hubert told me all about you.

I was...

overcome.

The Doctor is incredible.

How so?

What is so incredible?

What is that fire for, girls?

We saw a ship's lights.

We'll leave this rotten island.

Have you thought about what you're doing?

Tanguy was not ready.

I was not ready.

Are you sure you want to confront the world like this?

He was not ready to leave the island...

to confront the world.

And once more, my friends,

he fled.

Tanguy.

Tanguy!

Tanguy!

Tanguy!

Leave him.

He wants to become a woman. He doesn't trust the in-between.

What do we do then?

If leaving is your choice, leave.

But all together.

Like a conquering army.

We are hallucinating once again.

You want it?

Take it.

You like power?

Take it.

If I kill you now, what do you say, Doctor?

Men must endure their going hence even as their coming hither.

Ripeness is all.

Do you want me to come with you Jean-Louis?

Welcome to the club.

The bullets are still in my belly.

Do you want them?

The rest, you remember.

The dog.

The sailors that come ashore.

The sailors that explore.

Tanguy!

We will come back.

We will come back to find you when you become a woman,

if ever one day you become one.

And hope to joy

is little less in joy.

And if he cannot become a woman...

I will become Captain.

THE WILD BOYS

Toad, that under cold stone

Days and nights has thirty-one

Swelter'd venom sleeping got,

Boil thou first I' the charmed pot

Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,

Nose of Turc and Tartar's lips

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the caldron boil and bake

If I have a piece of advice to give you, ladies,

never be vulgar.

(light orchestral music)

Tanguy!

(breathing heavily)

(eerie atmospheric music)

(grunting)

- [Boy] Tanguy!

- [Whispering Voice] Tanguy.

Tanguy.

- [Boy] Tanguy.

- [Group] Tanguy, Tanguy!

- [Whispering Voice] Tanguy.

(breathing heavily)

(fire exploding)

(eerie atmospheric music)

Do you know the story of Tanguy?

Tanguy and the wild boys?

(eerie warbling)

(low growling)

Captain... Captain.

(low growling)

(low growling)

(chiming music)

(muttering)

(high pitch frequency ringing)

(men muttering)

(eerie atmospheric music)

Tanguy had not always been like this.

I mean a boy with one breast on a lost island.

Before being a boy-almost-girl, I was a boy.

A wild and violent boy.

(pulsing synth music)

I was part of a club,

together for better, but mostly for worst.

Toad, that under cold stone...

They were rich,

defiant,

uninhibited,

and in love with their literature teacher,

believing naively it was reciprocal.

We all wanted to be actors.

One fateful Sunday, we put on a show.

They drank

to fortify their courage,

far too much.

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the cauldron boil and bake...

I conjure you, by that which you profess,

answer me.

Speak.

Demand.

Say, if thou'dst rather hear it from our mouths, or from our masters?

Call'em. Let me see'em.

Cool it with a baboon's blood,

Then the charm is firm and good.

(clicking tongue)

Cool it with a baboon's blood,

Then the charm

is firm and good...

Not like this!

You've ruined everything!

You're out of control.

We're stopping.

Next act...

Let go of me!

(grunting)

This is when it all went bad.

We wanted to go to the end of the act, without considering the consequences,

we wanted to impress her.

This state of trance was familiar to us,

as if we had become one with our masks.

One violent, unpredictable being.

It was impossible for us to resist this impulse,

we called...

TREVOR

(mystic chanting)

(horse neighing)

(muffled groaning)

The chasm, the chasm!

We killed her?

TREVOR did it.

Not us.

She asked us to tie her up.

Understand?

One thing is clear.

They were sincerely sad and ashamed.

It was an accident.

There was a simulacrum of a trial where we lied wonderfully.

And with remorse, of course.

By chance, Romuald spoke first.

He was the least convincing of the club.

She invited us to play a scene from Macbeth.

Initially,

she made us drink

a lot of rum.

She said...

it would improve our acting,

we would be more relaxed.

So...

we did what she said.

Then it was Hubert's turn,

the most secretive of us.

She called us into a room one after the other.

I was the first.

I was drunk, my head was spinning.

She asked me if I was alright.

And put her hand between my legs.

She said, how you've grown.

(eerie choir music)

She made me drink more.

Sloan was young and the sweetest amongst us.

She asked me to follow her

and undressed me in the room.

She wanted to see my naked body.

I was too drunk to resist.

(gavel banging)

It's hard to say,

She masturbated me

for a long while.

After,

she opened her mouth...

She said, give me drink, my darling. I thirst for youth.

(gavel banging)

Jean-Louis was profoundly cruel.

A curious mixture of acid and milk.

Then she slapped me.

For nothing, because...

I didn't want to tie her to the horse.

She humiliated us. She said we were good for nothing.

Finally...

we tied her down.

I remember her

laughing loudly

while pissing.

It ran down

her legs and onto the horse.

It was horrible.

The horse took fright

and fled.

It disappeared.

There you have it.

As for Tanguy,

he got off the hook like always by fleeing.

I don't remember a thing.

I was too drunk.

She forced us to drink, that I remember.

The others told me the rest after.

That's all I can say, truly.

You must believe me.

Believe!

Believe?

Their story is indeed very convincing,

and damning for Ms Lorna Debougainville who took these boys under her wing.

Unfortunately, there are no other witnesses.

We must content ourselves with this scabrous version of the facts.

Five boys led astray by a perverse woman

of little decency and moral value.

With your permission,

let me enumerate the past exploits of these innocent actors

before you deliberate.

Public drunkenness,

blasphemous graffiti,

insult to Faculty, brawls,

repeated attendance of brothels,

numerous expulsions from various schools for verbal abuse,

and so on.

I will pass on the abuse of domestic help

and inappropriate gestures.

But of course none of this matters.

I believe that this is why

we must dissolve this band of individuals.

Or discipline them in the most firm of manners,

for they are all but innocent.

(muffled groaning)

They were separated

the time to find an efficient and exemplary solution.

They were reunited the day their rich families

called upon a Dutchman

named The Captain.

It's serious this time boys.

Who is this guy?

The Captain was accompanied by a boy on a leash,

a tantalizing girl,

a grouchy dog and a load of hairy fruit.

At any rate, if the girl's included...

(laughing)

(grand orchestral music)

They will never forget the first time they laid eyes on him.

The boys were forced to eat the fruit

without any explanation.

Who could have thought

that this boy, who savagely raped three young women

and set fire to a school,

had become a docile, singing lamb.

La la la la la la la

The Captain has his eye on you.

Soon you'll be singing like a little nightingale.

Bring on The Captain.

(crowd applauding)

(eerie atmospheric music)

What is he, a pervert?

The Captain is hard but fair.

You can tell us, is it an act?

Not at all.

He taught me to be gentle,

non violent.

A slave with a leash like a dog.

I was a dog before.

You want some?

I don't drink.

That's a mistake, mister.

No vices then?

Yes. The arts.

Like us.

Devoted to pleasure and the arts.

Who's the girl with you?

The Captain's daughter.

Will she come with us?

Yes.

I'm leaving right now.

Me too.

I imagine you can fight back?

No.

You're a coward then?

No.

(ominous orchestral music)

(grunting)

Stop, Jean-Louis.

What do you have to prove?

Lick.

Show us you're a nice boy.

I can't do that.

(heavy smacking) (grunting)

Stop. He didn't do anything.

Lick.

I'll show you it's a lie.

(grunting)

You don't understand. I'm a civilized being.

Civilized? You're a dishrag.

(dog barking)

(laughing)

He's become mad.

Stop laughing cretin!

I can transform any violent boy into a civilized and docile being.

Why imprison?

They are erudite at will,

but they are barbarians.

How do you proceed? It's a bit vague.

Two months at sea without a crew.

Only the dog, my daughter and me.

A special diet, no animal flesh.

I have my ways.

I can guarantee you it works every time.

Yet he could not guarantee

that each boy would survive the trip.

The parents accepted this risk.

They had no shame.

Except for Tanguy's mother

who preferred to keep him near.

(thunder rumbling)

(eerie atmospheric music)

You won't believe me,

but we five shared the same dream

that same night.

(thunder crashing)

(laughing)

(dog barking)

- Oh.

Oh.

(laughing)

You think I'd leave you, dick flapping in the wind?

Mother let you fly away?

I took the initiative.

The Captain's still not here.

We can't get in. This is bullshit.

But his daughter will get wet with us.

We could take care of her sea urchin.

(laughing)

The Captain can take his sweet time because I...

(ominous atmospheric music)

Evening Captain, how are you?

You, smart ass, cast off.

(dog barking)

There's one too many.

You, disembark.

My mother changed her mind.

Should have paid.

Divide your four rations by five.

We left the Isle of Bourbon in the rain,

without tears nor regrets.

(light orchestral music)

I felt strangely relieved.

The dirty pervert will have us die a slow death.

I want to go. I'm too cold.

Keep a low profile.

TREVOR will awaken

and we'll kill him.

And drink rum from his daughter's ass.

(laughing) (dog barking)

(light synth music)

Shakespeare!

That was not part of the deal!

We're tied up like dogs.

It's for safety reasons.

I don't want you to fall into the sea.

We can swim. We're not dogs.

You're pedantic little bourgeois.

From now on, you will become one with the ship.

You will work for her.

Move, breathe, live for her.

Captain, is your daughter tied up also?

(laughing)

I've less of a daughter

than you've hair on your chin.

But the girl with you?

Were we dreaming?

Bait for virgins.

(eerie atmospheric music)

(dog barking)

(fabric slapping)

- Jerk off wild dogs.

Dream about the whores in port.

Jerk off while you still can.

(eerie atmospheric music)

(choking)

(dog barking)

(gasping)

A problem young man?

You have no right to strangle us,

or deprive us of our books.

The one who needs to read

can come see me.

You, Turtleface

get a bucket and wash the deck.

You, Foetus, put the bags in the hold.

You, Precious, align the rope on the bow.

And you, Idiot-of-the-gang,

stay with me and learn to take the helm.

And me?

You, Girly...

sing us a song.

A soft one.

Make the most of life,

the sun, and sing!

(gasping)

(ominous orchestral music)

(eerie atmospheric music)

I need relief, let me piss.

Let me piss!

(grunting)

Never let go of the helm.

Whatever happens, never let go. Understand?

(breathing heavily)

The knife stays here.

If you touch it I'll plant it in your foot.

The first days were the most strenuous.

(choir music)

The Captain was without mercy.

Pulling their ropes with ardor.

They focused on the tasks at hand,

tried to put on a good show.

Their only worry

was that The Captain would unexpectedly strangle them.

We must rebel.

We must rebel,

do you hear me?

Tanguy's right.

Let's start by doing what The Captain asks us.

You're a coward.

You're all cowards.

Come on!

Put your back into it!

The sail is covered with your predecessors' hair

to remind you you're not the first nor the last on this boat.

That's how The Captain put us down,

my friends.

(ominous orchestral music)

(urinating)

What are you looking at degenerate?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Liar. You have your eye on my prick.

You want to see it?

No thank you.

Don't be prude, take a look.

It's been around.

Here, a girl I met in Sumatra.

The bite mark of a crazy woman.

Here, the latitude and longitude of a cherished island.

So you see, Turtleface,

if you want something to read, come and see me.

You're the least twisted of the gang,

I feel it.

If ever something's scheming behind my back,

I'm counting on you.

Yes Sir.

(light orchestral music)

(eerie atmospheric music)

(wind howling)

(low growling)

Die!

(water splashing)

(light chiming music)

(suspenseful synth music)

(gasping)

(eerie atmospheric music)

(water splashing)

(eerie atmospheric music)

Loupia...

my beauty.

Jean-Louis avenged us in his way.

Curiously, at that precise moment we shared the same desire...

TREVOR helped me.

To be The Captain's dog.

You're the most courageous, Jean-Louis, truly.

He... attacked me in the middle of the night.

He had your face and I was frightened.

He got caught in the rope.

I jumped, he followed.

It was neither the time nor the place,

but they were fascinated by his anatomy.

(yelling)

(eerie atmospheric music)

(water splashing)

(eerie choir music)

From that day on,

The Captain barely spoke.

The boys spent many days in the dark hold,

eating acrid, hairy fruit,

drinking little water,

shitting in a pail.

Feverish

and prone to the worst visions.

At the Captain's mercy.

I can barely manage to eat this nasty, hairy fruit.

My ideals have gone.

How can one live without ideals?

Getting hard, drinking,

creating, blaspheming.

It's all over.

TREVOR's dead.

TREVOR left us.

Why don't you speak Hubert?

Why don't you speak anymore?

My thoughts are with The Captain.

I hear him walking on deck.

I feel him breathing.

I imagine him close.

He opens the hold.

(eerie atmospheric music)

The deliverance was even more sudden than the punishment.

They hoisted themselves on deck.

The salty sun

embraced their eyes.

(dreamy orchestral music)

We've returned?

Captain?

No idiot, port of call.

Their ordeal was far from over.

A new rope tied them to The Captain,

invisible, solid and tight.

(eerie choir music)

They happily regained the comfort of dry land,

but not without alarm.

The island resembled nothing they knew.

An ungracious mountain

covered with luxurious and malodorous vegetation.

A black turd covered with moss.

It reeks of oyster.

Where are we Captain?

Nowhere.

Cover your eyes with this.

Quickly.

(ominous atmospheric music)

Not you, you'll close the line.

Hold the rope to follow me.

(eerie choir music)

Something licked me!

Me too.

Forward, in silence.

We're going to cross a field of groping grass.

(chittering)

Move quickly.

(gasping and groaning)

This island was most strange.

The vegetation seemed alive,

the fields striking, sucking, biting

and this pungent smell of oysters.

They were like dwarves

on a giant dirty girl.

Describe what you see.

There are big ferns.

Enormous mushrooms that look like asses.

Cool.

Hubert, traitor.

Advance, no stopping.

It's disgusting.

Hurry.

(insects buzzing)

(dreamy orchestral music)

Take off the blindfolds.

If you're thirsty...

If you're hungry...

If you're tense...

Take advantage of the pleasures.

Stay here until I return.

Do you hear me? Stay here. The island is very dangerous.

I don't know what to think of all of this.

So, Hubert?

You're not going to taste?

The Captain's your friend, isn't he?

It's divine.

(dreamy synth music)

Pleasures were unlimited on the island.

They tried not understand

why The Captain brought them to such a place.

Was it their feverish delirium or reality?

(breathing heavily)

(eerie orchestral music)

Where are you off to Hubert?

To take a piss.

Hubert was following his member,

but not to take a piss.

He longed for The Captain.

(eerie atmospheric music)

Later, Hubert would tell them his adventure.

The Captain's breast poking through his shirt,

and more importantly, meeting Séverine.

- So, William, still just one breast.

- I've been waiting for over two hours.

I thought you were dead.

- Dead?

Hmmm.

I was watching your new recruits.

Where is your stupid dog?

I haven't heard him bark yet.

- They've killed him, the bastards.

- Hmmm.

(laughing)

I imagine you really made them pay for it.

- Not enough.

I'm gonna make them sweat.

They're rich degenerates.

- [Severine] Precisely what we need.

- There's your share.

- I've thought about it.

I want more.

- But you've gotta be kidding.

I do all the work.

I take all the risks

and you don't do anything with the jewels anyway.

- Yes, but I wait,

I think, I plan.

Don't ever forget that you're an illiterate sailor, William,

and that without me, you'd still be washing toilets

on the Gloria.

- [Captain] This won't last forever, you know?

Doctor Séverin's method will be emulated.

- Trust me.

I brought enough to drink, eat and smoke.

Books, wigs, dresses, Séverine.

(water splashing)

Séverin, I already told you.

Put the dress over your black breast,

and the wig up your ass.

Open the bottles. Let's drink a little.

(laughing)

While Hubert drank in The Captain with his eyes,

the boys, deeply satisfied,

languished in the heart of the island.

Yes, we were drunk,

incapable of moving,

embalmed in our shit dreams,

at the mercy of our most heinous visions.

(eerie atmospheric music)

(birds calling)

- [Severine] You know what I would love, William?

- [Captain] No.

- To fight.

- Together?

- I miss fighting with someone.

Intellectual activity gets boring after a while.

- Aren't you taking off your rings first?

- Obviously.

(choking)

(eerie atmospheric music)

(grunting)

(light chiming music)

(eerie atmospheric music)

- Sneaky.

Severine.

(eerie choir music)

(gasping)

- I won.

I should just kill you

and make some new holes in your stupid Dutch body.

You get it?

Huh, huh?

I can't hear you.

(mumbling)

- I'm sorry.

I'll do right.

- I forbid you to desire me.

You hear me, William?

I forbid you to be in love with me.

Forget about everything you've seen.

Forget all this flesh.

I've already told you.

Imagine me the way I used to be.

(romantic orchestral music)

(choir music)

(gun firing)

(yelling)

- Hubert.

The only one I trust.

- You shouldn't trust anyone, William.

- Are we gonna get him?

- No.

He'll be one of the losses.

You look for the others and then leave.

(eerie choir music)

Cut short the trip, William.

Fill all the bags with hairy fruit.

You have five minutes.

Hubert's not here.

He must have gotten lost pissing.

Too bad for him.

Fill the bags, we're leaving.

Why? It's paradise here.

You've made the most of it.

Hurry!

We could stay here.

This place is amazing.

We can refuse to board.

He doesn't make the rules here.

What do you say?

(whispering)

Hubert!

(gasping)

(dreamy orchestral music)

Hey Friday.

You're stuck like a fly.

I can't breathe. Help me.

I should kill you Friday.

Hubert! Hubert!

I'm Hubert.

Indeed.

Need to urinate Friday?

No.

Answer honestly.

Do you need to piss?

Yes.

Well piss on yourself.

What are you waiting for?

- [Boy] Hubert!

Stop barking and move.

Hubert!

- Hubert!

I don't believe I'll kill you Friday.

If only to anger William.

The Captain!

He's no more of a captain than I'm a woman.

(dreamy orchestral music)

Are you looking at my breasts?

They've made me exceptional.

What do you see?

A woman.

You are taken in by appearances.

Hubert told them that Séverine

became like a father for him.

Yet, The Captain had nothing of a mother.

(knife slicing) (grunting)

No rebellion will be tolerated.

Upon our return, I will report you.

Tell how you abandoned Hubert. You will be locked up.

The return is far.

Hubert died falling from a cliff,

his own fault and stupidity.

Now, we will depart rapidly.

If one of you refuses,

cross this line.

Come on.

Sloane.

Clearly.

Romuald.

You too?

You're just going to obey like that?

No. You're going too?

Tanguy?

Leave me here, go!

Come on!

Cowards.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(eerie atmospheric music)

(breathing heavily)

Welcome aboard Girly.

Thank you Captain.

We thought of Hubert, alone on the island.

We felt ashamed.

They left you,

you see.

You can count on no one.

Be weary of the black peaches.

The Captain makes us eat them constantly.

That does not surprise me.

He is missing stature and natural authority.

(thunder rumbling)

Tell me. Do you and your club believe in God?

No.

You all seem very charming.

It smells like a storm.

It smells like oysters.

We are on an oyster.

Enormous.

And I am its pearl.

Dinner!

The fruits! The fruits!

You'll eat later.

I'm starving!

Stop whining.

You, Girly,

take down the sail, the wind is rising.

The others, hunker down and pray!

On the boat,

The Captain did not tie them up.

It was his only mistake.

(thunder crashing)

Captain!

Captain!

Captain!

I love you, Captain!

(laughing)

Shut up dimwit!

(ominous atmospheric music)

Don't move or I'll kill you.

You think you scare me?

Fucking Captain!

You think you scare me?

Did you see how we got him?

How I got him?

Say I'm TREVOR! Say it!

We're going to pierce your heart!

We have him, Tanguy!

Stay still!

I said stay still.

But what's this?

What's this?

It's Black Titty!

The Terrible Captain.

We will rid you of this foul thing,

unless you bring us back to the island.

You've hid it well, Captain, this wonderful tit.

Let go of me,

bunch of idiots!

The boat's going to tip...

These were the last words of our dear Captain.

How can we reach the island now?

(dreamy choir music)

Don't let go of the helm.

(laughing)

We're free!

Free!

It was before the seeds of our destiny sprouted.

We thought ourselves immortal.

We had one idea in mind...

To return to the island of pleasure.

(dreamy orchestral music)

It's nothing.

A drop of rain.

(thunder crashing)

We'll be able to pay back our dear parents.

(laughing)

The island!

The island!

(thunder crashing)

(dreamy atmospheric music)

(eerie atmospheric music)

Look what I found.

We have to find Hubert.

Tomorrow. I'm beat.

Did you find the munitions?

Yes, but no weapons.

To our survival!

We can get drunk as lords.

(dreamy rock music)

They celebrated their regained freedom until dawn.

It was like a premonitory hallucination.

Salty and sweet,

hard and yielding.

The most beautiful of hallucinations.

The most beautiful of hallucinations.

Salty and sweet,

hard and yielding.

(howling)

(woman vocalizing)

(gun firing)

(high pitch frequency ringing)

(eerie atmospheric music)

Hubert?

Hubert!

Not so clever now, Captain?

(low growling)

(screaming)

(dreamy orchestral music)

He's dead and rotten.

I heard a woman's cry.

It's me...

(laughing)

He has a girl's voice.

I saw Hubert.

You must have hallucinated

Girly.

Like last night.

We have to find Hubert.

If he was here, he'll return.

The Captain was back,

wanting to speak to us,

to warn us of the island.

Now that The Captain is dead,

I can take on my new role.

Listen, Girly, go find Hubert if you want,

but we're staying here for the moment.

Right, Romuald?

We're all going to find him.

Unless you're scared of the island.

Not at all.

Let's divide up!

Courage on one side.

Pleasure on the other.

Goodbye!

Bye!

(laughing)

(eerie choir music)

Look at the cliff.

The cliff!

So what?

It looks like The Captain.

Not at all.

(light chiming music)

Tanguy?

Yes.

I've grown breasts.

(dreamy orchestral music)

What are you doing?

Looking to see if it's true.

What's happening to us Tanguy?

I don't know.

(squishing)

It's not true...

What were you looking for?

They haven't returned?

They must have died

gobbled up by the island.

We can't leave the beach.

We should've listened to The Captain.

He gave it to you hard, is that what you regret cretin?

I regret everything I've done since I met you.

Never repeat that.

Never.

What is that?

(muffled grunting)

What have you got there?

Leave me alone!

(ominous synth music)

(coughing)

(gasping)

What are you hiding from me?

Nothing! Leave me alone.

He's become a girl!

A girl with tits and a little pussy.

So what, I don't see what's funny?

Come on, give us a better look.

Stop!

Not bad.

See how beautiful she is boys?

Come on, don't be shy.

You know what, I'm hard.

We should celebrate this.

Stop!

Just a visit.

Between friends, it's fine.

You want me. Say it, Romuald.

Say it.

(gasping)

Shit.

What?

You gobbled my dick.

My dick.

A new perspective opens to you.

(eerie choir music)

What will you do with your dick?

What should I do with it,

bury it with dignity,

at The Captain's feet.

(birds chirping)

(gasping)

It's no use.

I don't want to die.

Not like this.

Who said we're going to die?

(dreamy orchestral music)

Piss on yourselves.

(coughing)

For now, Tanguy only had one.

Everything led to believe a second one was coming.

(birds flapping)

(laughing)

So you only have one breast?

You ate fruit like the others?

Yes.

Curious, something resists in you.

Leave me alone.

Things will get better for us.

Why, were they bad before?

You can't stay like this.

He reminds me of William,

clinging on to the islet of his virility like a crab.

You were the first to cry when you changed, Sloane.

I know. But now I like it.

There is nothing either good or bad,

but thinking makes it so.

You don't want to become a woman?

Do I have a choice?

Just answer.

I'm a boy, not a girl.

Look how they are beautiful.

With their round little asses

and their buoyant breasts.

They were superb.

(dreamy orchestral music)

Tanguy was suddenly taken by a feeling of injustice.

Even though he strongly wished for it

his body refused

to become a woman.

The island is an oyster.

Enormous.

Covered with amphibious vegetation.

The ancient mariners called it Dress Island

for its ability to transform men into women.

It is uncharted.

Doctor Séverin told of how he discovered the island

following his research on hormonal plants.

Told of how he became a woman,

understood too late the dosage of the fruit,

and convinced The Captain

to perfect a method to tame wild boys.

- I'm looking for a reliable, strong,

and discreet man.

He told them all of this, in the most simple manner.

He believed a feminized world would stop war and conflict.

The Captain's metamorphosis stopped miraculously.

Her words soothed them.

Hubert drank in every word.

I stayed on the island.

I did not want to confront the world like this.

I perfected a scientific dosage in order to modify behaviour.

I became one with the island,

which revealed to me its ancient secrets.

In the night, it sings:

Future is woman

Future is sorceress

(thunder crashing)

Their reunion was distant and cold.

Jean-Louis was even more troubling like this.

So Tanguy

always as timid?

The Captain was at his service.

He was his pawn.

So it's thanks to you we were beaten and so on?

The doctor didn't know that The Captain...

Hubert told me all about you.

I was...

overcome.

The Doctor is incredible.

How so?

What is so incredible?

What is that fire for, girls?

We saw a ship's lights.

We'll leave this rotten island.

Have you thought about what you're doing?

Tanguy was not ready.

I was not ready.

Are you sure you want to confront the world like this?

He was not ready to leave the island...

to confront the world.

And once more, my friends,

he fled.

Tanguy.

Tanguy!

Tanguy!

Tanguy!

Leave him.

He wants to become a woman. He doesn't trust the in-between.

What do we do then?

If leaving is your choice, leave.

But all together.

Like a conquering army.

We are hallucinating once again.

You want it?

Take it.

You like power?

Take it.

(gun cocking)

If I kill you now, what do you say, Doctor?

Men must endure their going hence even as their coming hither.

Ripeness is all.

Do you want me to come with you Jean-Louis?

Welcome to the club.

The bullets are still in my belly.

Do you want them?

The rest, you remember.

The dog.

The sailors that come ashore.

The sailors that explore.

(birds crying)

(men muttering)

(dreamy atmospheric music)

(laughing)

(moaning)

(gun firing)

(grand orchestral music)

(dreamy atmospheric music)

Tanguy!

We will come back.

We will come back to find you when you become a woman,

if ever one day you become one.

And hope to joy

is little less in joy.

And if he cannot become a woman...

I will become Captain.

THE WILD BOYS

(dreamy orchestral music)

Toad, that under cold stone

Days and nights has thirty-one

Swelter'd venom sleeping got,

Boil thou first I' the charmed pot

Silver'd in the moon's eclipse,

Nose of Turc and Tartar's lips

Fillet of a fenny snake,

In the caldron boil and bake

- Laugh to scorn at the power of men,

for none of women born

shall harm you.

If I have a piece of advice to give you, ladies,

never be vulgar.

(percussive dance music)

I want to be a wild girl

Just a wild girl on the way

In the sun all the way

Always girl, always wild

Go away

In the violet light

Where girls live free and always wild

To love my shapes

To love my hips

To be a wild girl

Have hard nails and candy lips

Come with me down this way

Towards the bay, towards the light

And caress the wild light

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Far away

In the violet light

You'll be drowned in my tears of joy

To love my shapes

To love my hips

To be wild girl

And have hard nails and candy lips

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

Always girl, always wild

(thunder rumbling)

(dog panting)