I'll have him do more of this shit.
You're boss now.
No assignments?
You're the only free hand here.
Mac Roi is upstairs with Diane playing with their new toy.
They plot by night, like vampires.
Where are you going?
Home.
Oh, my love...
So sweet and gentle...
My wonderful...
Iove...
That Italian rat with his high-tech industries...
I'll shaft him just like all the others.
That's how it is...
and it'll never stop.
Because the world is too dumb and too...
Short-lived.
Why up so late?
My second portfolio's ready, I'm junking what's left.
How are you feeling?
You...
You're...
Seeing someone else?
Can you tell me who?
It doesn't matter.
It does to me.
If I knew who it was I could stand down as husband...
as lover,
to console you.
Or pity you.
I'm off to Julia's tomorrow for a few days, if that's okay.
I've to photograph the wedding preparations.
I don't want to stay in Paris and...
You're running?
No, I'm fighting.
Out of cowardice?
No, because I'm your wife.
It'd be awful... if you were to lie.
But where am I to turn?
When I see the others,
I'm so happy to be with you.
Iook at Bernard, Antoine...
Even my mother was a real dragon.
I'll be alright.
Come, it's late and we're...
Genievre, now there's a dragon for you!
Giving us hell to show how obsolete we are.
You're not obsolete, you're simply good.
Is he in here?
You didn't...
- I'm no muckrake. - "I'm no muckrake".
Sorry, I'm sorry...
Just a family weakness...
I'm calling a doctor!
You don't have to be my wife.
Stop this.
You're free.
We'll never cry again, we'll be happy...
we'll love each other.
You'll miss me.
What are you on about?
My love for you is boundless, it has no name, see?
No, I've no eyes to see, no will, no life... No honour?
I rooted in the bin. He's a boy with merit, handsome.
He'll be in your portfolio?
Then do me, I want in too.
There, like that?
Yes, like this.
My father kept his word?
It's a miracle.
You've got the exclusive?
Great, no?
I don't know.
I was afraid he'd loose his hounds.
For a trashy scoop in all the scandal rags.
The rich and ugly who've had enough.
But I'm not like that.
I want it to be just right.
I'm worn out with all these fittings.
I've bags under my eyes.
Have I bags?
You're fresh as a daisy.
And you're smooth as silk.
I wish I were that silky.
I too am marrying the man I love.
Do you love Cleve, Clélia?
Let's go outside.
They're destroying him, just like they did his father.
Why don't you speak to... father, Clélia?
I already did, once, but...
Cleve has to be a man, and...
That saved Cleve.
It bought him time.
Which never lasts.
When they paired me off it was for business too.
They said it didn't matter, that I could divorce if...
The weakling son of an entrepreneur, ill into the bargain.
But wonder of wonders, I fell in love!
Just goes to show the wealth David brought
isn't what they imagined.
You hate him, don't you?
Who?
Mac Roi.
Yes.
Why?
Because of girls like you.
Cleve called, he's coming by train this evening!
Thanks... for bringing it.
It's very beautiful.
Very naive, and very beautiful.
He came to see me yesterday.
I was in despair, ready to resign with my big kids' books
and my poems...
And the strangest thing happened.
- Yes? - He made me an offer.
The girl was with him...
and she was up for it.
Which girl?
A model... quite pretty.
One of those latter-day rakes...
who'll earn a million a minute tomorrow...
God knows why!
And in fact, as it turns out...
she's an Eritrean princess, from Gabon,
near Chad, her name's Ina, or something.
There's a war over there, it's terrible.
So her parents managed to send her to Europe and then vanished.
And her aunt ran an exotic call-girl ring
so she became a high-class whore and then a model.
And now she wants to tell her story.
Why?
Because she's known the worst
and the best... And it was Nemo who saved her
from drugs, prostitution, the whole cesspit.
And he really risked his neck.
She'd seen his child brothels portfolio
and so she felt she'd like to speak out...
She's doing it for him.
No, to make the world a better place.
That's impossible.
But Clélia, it'd be a publishing scoop, if...
If what?
If someone photographed her.
She's not short of photos.
No, photos that are beautiful, genuine, true and not...
Not what? Why can't he do it?
Because with women he's only done porn.
When he started out, he had to...
Survive? But what for, Cleve?
I don't know.
I don't know what for! I don't know!
I just had to have Bernard marry us.
After your wedding... He's cute as a little pink pig.
Runs in the family.
Three brothers, the three little pigs.
So harmless and...
Here comes the big bad wolf.
Friends!
I'd like to toast my daughter and David's happiness.
And to announce some good news.
It's raining good news, let's hope it won't rain today.
We've just interested Mr Gianfranco Giuliani
in our publishing and TV activities.
Gianfranco Giuliani needs no introductions.
A man of taste, a creator, a patron of the arts,
a lion of the telecommunications arena,
a politician of the people,
who one day will become prime minister of his country.
Thought it was a toast for me.
Not feeling well?
Not at all well!
Bored?
I'm avoiding him.
Here.
Don't say a word.
Or I'll fuck you on the ground and shoot you legs apart...
And happy... happy at last.
Promises, promises...
- Thanks. - For what?
For Cleve.
It wasn't for Cleve.
Here, you go up instead.
It's your gig, you're better at this stuff.
Not anymore. I'm staying on the ground.
I'll get you for this.
Stay here with me!
You can't go up, you're too pissed. Stay there.
What were you talking about?
Cowardice, dignity, sport... I think.
I've work to do.
Come... Come with me.
Let's go.
Sit over there.
For him and Jean, this is home.
I holed up here a while with his old teacher,
a really sweet guy who never wants to leave.
Is that him?
Which one is he?
Got nine lives.
Security blanket.
But I had you worried.
Like it here?
Me too.
See the race?
Yeah, almost.
Want a hand? I bartended for years.
Nice to come and lose
against the local lads. Your good deed for humanity.
No way! I'm out there to fucking win!
- What's that? - A scoop.
My next big one after the child brothels.
And really sick.
We saw it on the telly!
- Cut their balls off! - Fucking bastards!
Wait till you see. Tell me it isn't sick.
Eyes, still alive, like oysters.
But they don't stay fresh for long.
So they gotta be ripped out of the living.
What for?
Grafts. Big money, but no donors. So they use the old, the dying.
Impossible.
Some come from Africa, Rumania, Russia, the Caucasus...
These ones are French.
- Who does this? - Too risky to say.
The child-traffickers are already out for my blood.
But they're harmless
compared to these guys.
You'll wind up dead, boy.
What the fuck are you on about? Why do I come here every Sunday?
Iook at me! What the fuck do I come here for?
You won't impress me with that stuff.
Then what can I impress with?
Tell me Teach! How can I impress?
What're you eating?
Kiss Cool.
Can I have one?
No...
That one.
Shit, fuck me!
Dammit!
Sexy, eh?
Show me your arms.
Isn't exactly easy.
Worth a little effort.
And your nape.
Nice.
You okay?
Wanna keep walking, or...
I dunno...
You want we go somewhere?
To the movies?
To your place?
Listen, with you I'm at a total loss.
I can't ever see you again, Nemo.
I don't have the...
We just can't.
Shit, Ina!
Fuck! Fuck!
Don't touch her, I'll call emergency.
I told her to move out till they were behind bars!
How is she?
She'll make it, those chicks like surgery.
Too good for you!
Good my ass! Come from war, you belong to war!
Come from the gutter, you'll end up in it!
I gotta lie low a while. These eye deals are struck in Italy
but the real scam is in Moscow and Peking.
Nuns discovered them
putting ping-pong balls in old-folks sockets.
And in China it's...
Show me.
What, China?
Your life.
You mean my accidents. I'm a regular.
Show me.
Well?
Nothing.
No photos?
No.
- Tired? - Yes... No.
- Want I carry you? - No.
You're heavy!
I rent it... I mean, it's a friend's.
It's just next door to you.
Still don't want to?
I can't.
But why?
It's not because of your world, I know all that, but...
But?
But...
You really get to me.
And so?
And so, that's not enough for you.
As you like.
But at least give me a keepsake.
Your scarf.
Give it here.
Hold on a sec.
Fuck me! The bishop, your husband's brother,
has run off with a waitress, a mother of two.
- Can you believe it? - Find that funny?
I guess this means...
Big scandal at the episcopate, we gotta find him.
Well, off you go.
Back the way we came, please.
Want some tea?
Thanks.
Had a busy night?
Not in the way you think.
That's the first time you've used the familiar you.
It's the first time I've not respected you.
It's the first time you've not believed me.
- Believe me. - No.
I'm the one who told you everything.
Did he touch you?
Yes.
He carried me to the taxi.
And he touched my hand when I said I'd never see him again.
- You believe me? - No, I find that...
- Degrading? - Yes.
Like what Bernard's done is degrading?
How do you know that?
Didn't you know? I'm a muckrake too.
They'll set their dogs on poor Bernard.
It's okay, he deserves it.
He called, he's very happy.
I'm happy for him.
All the same...
that woman does have children.
He'll be a better dad to them than the guy she's leaving.
Why do you say that?
She's leaving him for Bernard. Do you understand?
I'll never be untrue to you. Never.
I've never lied to you.
I'm not saying the temptation isn't strong...
but it's also painful.
And like harm, unimportant.
It's nothing...
I've packed my stuff.
Giving you free rein.
But don't you see? I have free rein!
I'm going to join Bernard and Antoine.
He's in a hotel in Plougastel in Brittany, "The Happy Inn".
What is it that matters, Clélia?
Us, you, me...
You with me, you without me...
Us... you... he... him?
"Oh but what worm
"Am I the victim of
"That you then unabashed
"Did what I never wished
"Confessed another love
"And I submissive, felt
"Unwanted and went out?"
Jean, a titbit for your dogs.
Bishop Bernard is in Brittany, in Plougastel
in a hotel called "The Happy Inn".
Facing, once more.
Iook at me. No, over there.
Take off your glasses, back in position... Hold it!
Open your mouth a little, breathe...
lower your chin.
Harden that look.
Relax, relax...
Afraid of the vibrations?
Like you're scared of something, panic...
Nice.
Breathe out, now in...
This scandal which has the nation in thrall,
has rocked the Catholic church.
Here we are at "The Happy Inn" in Plougastel
from where our runaway bishop is soon to emerge
from his overnight love-nest. So, we're waiting.
And now back to our Paris studios.
Here they come!
Easy does it!
Let them be! Show a little humanity.
Back off!
Monsignor!
A word, Monsignor...
So Monsignor, God was no longer enough for you?
Man...
has the right to happiness...
even if he discovers it too late...
and in circumstances...
Iove surprises us...
where we least expect it.
But if we don't grasp it...
we cannot understand
divine love...
We are... like invalids.
But does a man of God have that right?
Everyone has that right.
God is not somewhere up there.
He is... in us.
What I really mean is...
He is... us.
As we are Him.
Thank you, Monsignor.
We are touched by the Monsignor's sincerity...
...l'll do the rounds of the book fairs.
Tokyo, Frankfurt, Paris,
now that I've something to offer,
thanks to your photos, and what since befell that girl.
Like I said, you owe me nothing.
I'd the luck to seduce you, but not to be loved by you.
I kiss you.
I love you...
Your husband, Cleve.
Saint-André?
What time is it with you?
The same time.
Right, I'm sorry...
Remember college?
You never liked me.
No...
Yes, well, no.
I didn't measure up.
You left in such a hurry.
You snubbed me, I wasn't sufficiently...
Want your revenge?
Or on the contrary, to prove I was right.
My wife loves another.
She's two-timing me.
And I want to be sure...
Because everyone's lying.
- Can you have one of your... - Dogs.
Track her.
Nemo would be best...
No.
The only vicious thing you'll ever have done...
eh, Cleve?
The third portfolio... Hi, there.
Everyone's making movies these days, so I am too.
Starring you and me.
May I?
"The honour to seduce you".
Unquote.
That's you.
I am me.
The market value of a corpse
varies from third world to developed countries.
A human skeleton is worth $1000, before tax.
"These are hands..."
This new market for human tissue has a promising future.
So much so that firms like Cryolite
are already on the stock exchange.
In France, human skin and corneas are in short supply...
Fucking hell! I told you it was war!
So how does it feel to shoot someone?
Good. Hope I didn't kill anyone.
It'd be one bastard less.
No, I can't! I'm sick of it!
Sick of what?
What more do you want, Clélia?
Haven't I bared myself enough?
What do you want? Me totally naked?
- Stop... - I can't bare myself more!
- Stop it... - More I cannot give!
Stop, stop...
It's just, you're the youth I never had.
So I'm young, dumb and worthless.
And once you've seen all my shit,
you'll go back to your hunky-dory world
of books, firesides and slippers.
No...
I said yes once.
You can say no when you're out of yes.
It's my big break... Faces, shoot-out, lover, the lot!
Your wife?
That's our dilemma. If we publish, and this is big,
without the adultery pictures
no one will believe us.
It'll seem like ajournalistic set-up,
organised and implausible.
Why was there ajournalist present at that moment?
- That very moment. - To trap the criminals.
Firing real bullets? No one'd run that risk.
Not just illegal, but downright criminal.
If we publish, we legitimise the photographer
by showing the lover's tryst.
In the end, he was working for the husband.
- Our speciality, no? - And we're the best.
Need we add that it's the very same Nemo
who through our care has become darling of the press.
All he needs is Snowy to be Tintin. Remember?
No, and anyhow...
there'll always be paparazzi, upstarts too.
Know what this Nemo asked for his exploits?
Captain Haddock?
A motorcycle, albeit expensive.
You can't shake off your social origins.
And concerning our friend Cleve...
That is what you wanted proof of...
is it not?
Yes.
So what have you to be ashamed of?
You family is scandal, your wife is scandal...
like Diane says, all is scandal. We are scandal, but you...
are a victim, not tarnished,
not guilty. I can protect you.
From?
Yourself.
Does that bother you?
No.
Then let's tell Mac Roi the good news, he'll love it.
As a favour, I'll hold this one.
All's well that ends well, no?
David darling, can't you walk a bit faster?
No.
- You're not pregnant? - No.
I am.
Can't feel it yet, it's just a little pea.
But how could you be if Cleve's never there.
I'd have taken a lover. Can't beat a lover!
No, I'd never do that. You believe me?
He's back, but he totally ignores me.
I didn't tell you, but we brought you along
to hook Giuliani, his printing works,
paper factory, plush editions...
His TV network, his money. He wouldn't talk to dad.
Dad's no epitome of good taste,
but your portfolios are the in-thing in Italy,
even if...
our Sunday circulation's dropped since we've run them.
I see.
- So you think that... - No...
Eh, David? We don't think so.
Not yet, anyhow.
Asshole...
Go see to that charlie he's getting on my wick.
If he is mixed up in this organ traffic
with the deals we've signed, I'll clean up!
Why're you telling me?
So, getting familiar.
- I still want you. - Yes.
- We've only one life. - Yes.
You're unhappy in this one?
Yes.
That's plain to see.
It's your body that's crying.
- He doesn't fuck you right? - He does.
I would have...
It would have been even worse.
I've only ever known men like you...
and I'm thirty years old.
Take the Japanese...
I do a lot of business with them.
They think true beauty lies
in that instant before the flower withers...
before the skin of the fruit crinkles in the cold.
And after?
- Finished you two? - Never.
Come my girl, and make me a work of art.
The last.
Kept my promise! A custom Triumph, the best!
Thanks to our friend, Gianfranco!
Come on, show us what you can do!
Coming with me?
Security blanket.
Today, at the Church of Our Saviour, was held
the funeral of Mr Mac Roi, CEO of the Mac Roi Group
killed in the attack in which his sister, Genievre Mac Roi
received superficial wounds.
The young motorcyclist was but injured.
It is feared that reprisals will continue
as indictments multiply after the organ ring was cracked.
Over 20 people have been arrested in 4 countries.
You old tart, I was the only one.
My knickers!
Diane, you stay.
All stay but you, Saint-André. You're fired.
Mother, your nose is over-powdered.
We've obtained a medical cert.
Mother is not fit to preside.
Sorry, Mother, but your brain's gone...
So you can live dolled up as you like...
Thanks to agreements signed by my father...
Mr Giuliani's arrest has strengthened our hold on Europe.
After a rest to heal her wounds of body and heart,
my aunt will work to implement all this.
Diane's to be promoted, but also independent.
She will set up a film-production outlet
based in los Angeles.
Films are to be in English,
TVwill remain local.
But I won't deal with her directly.
She'll go through David.
She has carte blanche.
I shall replace my aunt.
I'll make sure our papers are even more depraved, hypocritical,
more vicious,
our TV more stupefying, in the proper sense of the word.
We'll make even more money so our literary activity
may become the world's finest.
Cleve and David...
I asked Clélia to be here
as my father's token daughter, our collaboration over,
she's getting compensation...
I beg you, I'm your wife. I want to live with you.
All I can reproach you for is having killed an illusion.
Why don't you believe me?
Why do you think all has to be filth, lies and sex!
Because it is!
I'll never be untrue to you!
- It's done! - Never, never!
It's there, but without you I'd never have loved.
Say it, you know how!
I tried to cheat on you, I couldn't.
You'll miss me.
Even death, you make it sweeter.
Here...
Didn't know one could die of love?
No.
Gonna go with...?
You free?
No.
I will be.
We return unto the earth he who has left us.
He who so wished to love, receive him into Your light.
That light in which he sees the truth of all things.
In the name of our lord Jesus Christ, Amen.
So much has happened.
Her Paris Portfolio became like ajournal, a novel.
So alive, so human...
Whereas at first, I'd called her photos cold.
And as for you, you admit having been a paparazzo,
I mean, a press-hound.
And yet your album...
has such formal beauty, such rigour.
It's dedicated to Clélia,
as Clélia's is to you.
It's as if...
they were by the same person.
As if one heart were beating within.
Do you know
what's become of her?
Where she is?
Why she disappeared?
No.
Come along! Lunch is ready!
Fernand!
Fernand?
Forgive me.
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