What do we take with us to the afterlife? Nothing besides our bonds.
Only relationships of love and friendship live on after death.
I've abandoned my friends…
and I'm manipulating a woman.
I'm manipulating a woman just to get my father's estate back.
What do you see as your home?
Is it your estate?
Is it your friends who have always been by your side…
or is it this young woman who wants to have a child with you?
He loves everyone, you know.
Even sex workers.
Come on!
Stop. Stop it!
Come on. Are you okay?
It's okay.
It's okay. It's going to be okay.
It's normal to feel scared.
The Chinese have confirmed, we have funding from two Swiss investors,
and great backing from the Nordic countries.
The North wants to invest in the Camargue.
We're all seriously invested in making the roadshow a success tomorrow,
but I've not heard from Manero.
His land is essential for us to sign the agreements.
I think he's stalling for time and waiting for a decent offer from us.
With a bit of cash, I think he'll agree. That's just the way it goes.
Olga, what do you think?
Olga? Olga, are you there?
Dad!
Look what I have for you.
Here, I'll give you one.
Charly!
-Charly! -Coming!
So, it's confirmed. Dinner this evening.
A meeting, Manero, Decartala.
We're doing it, Mathias!
We're going to do it, man!
That was close.
-Hey, are you okay? -Yes, I'm fine.
Okay, I've been thinking about it. What we need is…
-for me to say… -Yeah. We really need…
We need them to form a really strong bond.
Manero needs to be reassured that the bougies love our land
and that they have values too.
-He's a stickler for principles. -Yeah. A real stickler.
Cool.
-And rightly so. -Yeah.
So, what are we going to do?
Keep fighting. We're getting there.
That's what we'll do!
Hey, Charly, are you okay?
The bank called.
We haven't managed to pay the loan back.
We won't be able to.
I don't know how we're gonna do it.
How we're gonna do it? We'll continue with the tricks.
We'll go work abroad if we have to. We won't give up.
What are you doing to me?
You're my little warrior.
But what's up with you?
Charly, we'll keep going.
You're a fighter. You never give up.
Go on then. Get to it.
Pull out all the stops tonight, Zak.
We're going to shaft Olga!
Look me in the eyes! I'm your boss.
You're my slave. On your knees!
On your knees!
Get that in your head, or I'll destroy you!
I don't get it.
It's not like it used to be with her.
It used to be so intense earlier.
I'm sorry, but she's a doll.
Yeah, but I love her.
I love her.
The slave depends on the master who recognises his work.
However, the master needs a slave to exist.
Do you understand the dialectic? It's Hegel.
And shut the fuck up!
Now show me what's in your pants. Close your eyes and get your dick out!
You're my escort boy.
Lucas!
Sorry, I'm not in the mood.
That's okay, my love.
You can tell me anything, you know?
You didn't say a word yesterday when we got back from the museum.
I thought you'd be like me, or at least a bit more cheerful.
Maybe you don't really want this child.
I've always told you I wanted a family, even if I was with a woman.
And I've always said yes.
But not with a man between us. Not him, anyway.
Why? Do you know him well?
I've spent some time with him. He's a great person with real values.
Values? Jeanne, don't be naive. Men don't have values.
That's not how I think.
It's not a bad thing, actually.
What?
A man being with a woman.
I'm going to carry this child.
With or without you.
But I'm the one who loves you.
I got you out of your rat hole! Don't you remember?
Stop. Stop it!
He doesn't care about you.
He just wants his property back.
Listen to your guy with values.
She's fragile. You better stay away from her.
Then give me my estate back.
Is that a threat?
A deal.
My estate… in exchange for your wife.
Is that the father of our child?
You have never mattered to him.
The only heart he wants to touch is mine.
My darling…
we don't need a man.
An anonymous donor… will do just fine.
My love.
Jeanne!
Jeanne! Open up! Jeanne, open the door!
Jeanne! Jeanne, open the door, please.
Jeanne, please, open the fucking door.
You know what we're going to do?
You're going to take a hot shower,
and I'll go buy the ingredients to cook spaghetti with bottarga for you.
After that, we can talk, if you want to.
Huh, Jeanne?
Jeanne!
The queen's role is to multiply the bee population.
It is said that there is a swarm
when she leaves the hive to go and create another one.
All the bees in the hive follow her,
which creates an impressive swarm.
If you want to create a swarm, move on to tutorial number three.
Hi!
I have to go meet my father.
Do you think he's going to love me?
What are you afraid of?
I don't know.
What are you afraid of?
I don't know how to love.
It would always end that way. It was inevitable.
Well, that's it. Thank you for listening.
Thank you for sharing, Daniel.
Speaking up here is a step towards a new life.
It's the realisation that this is, in fact, a disease.
You've lost the battle against addiction,
but the good news is that the war is over.
You will make peace with yourself and start with a clean slate.
We're all here to help you.
Does anyone else wish to share anything with us?
-And a little lemon on the side. -Thank you.
Thanks, ma'am. Have a nice day!
-Hello. -Hello.
Hello.
What can I get you?
-Hello, Antoine. -Do I know you?
We're Gloria's children.
Could you pass me the parsley, please?
Get out of here. You shouldn't be here. Go away!
There you go. Have a nice day.
-Are you okay, Dad? -Yes, I'm fine.
-Who are they? -No one.
Go get me some ice. I'll need it.
-Okay. -Go get me some ice.
I always told Gloria that I would never leave my wife.
I have a family.
What do you want? Money?
I don't have any. Look.
-I'm a fisherman. -We don't want anything.
Nothing? Then why the hell are you here?
You're gonna get me in trouble.
Antoine, what the hell are you doing?
-Mrs Gharbi's waiting for her fish. -You see to her.
Look, I have customers.
You're chatting with these people and not doing anything.
-I have customers to see. Enough! -You deal with it.
Get to work!
Wait, wait.
You're Mathis, right?
Yeah, that's right.
And what did she call you?
Wait. Out of the way!
Does Gloria still like prawns?
She always liked prawns. There you go.
Here. This is for her.
Take it.
Here, Dad.
-Dad? -Yes, put it down.
What's wrong?
-Is there something in my hair? -No, your hair looks great.
Thank you, love.
I saw Karl again at Charly's birthday. The Decartalas' son.
Oh, yeah? He was a cute kid.
And you guys often hung out as kids.
He told me why we really left.
This pie is going to be great.
-Did you steal something? -I did no such thing.
Why did we leave, then?
My love? Are you ready?
Jeanne!
Mum.
Mum. Mum, stop! Why did we leave?
-I'll go get some coriander. -Why did we leave, Mum?
Mum, I know the guy. Why did you leave?
Jeanne.
Jeanne!
-Let me go, Zak! -Mum, no!
Tell me what happened.
Move aside, Zak.
Mum, I'm talking to you, damn it! Stop!
Mum, I know them.
Both of them. Patrick and Françoise. I know them.
I fuck them. There you go.
I sleep with both of them. Françoise and Patrick!
Fuck! Fuck!
Tell me! What happened?
-What's going on? -What happened with the Decartalas?
Dad, tell me. Dad! Did he touch her?
Jeanne!
Jeanne.
Jeanne. Jeanne?
-Did that pig touch her? -Stop!
Mum?
Sorry. I'm sorry. Look at me! Please, look at me.
Did he rape you?
Come here.
Come on.
Today, my son nearly died because of me.
He nearly got run over when I wasn't looking.
And I wasn't looking…
because I was checking out some chick's arse.
But it wasn't just any arse. It was…
You know, it was a small, shapely arse,
perfectly curved in a skirt that was a little too tight.
See what I mean?
People say, "Life hangs by a thread."
For my son, life hangs by an arse.
In fact, ever since I've been an escort…
it's as though I'd woken the beast.
The bull that's inside of me.
That adrenalin… is like a drug.
I can't live without it any more.
There you go. I've said it.
I'm addicted to sex.
I dream about sex…
like a hypoglycaemic dreams about sugar.
And I'm so horny… I'm scraping the barrel.
Sometimes, I wake up in the middle of the night just to jerk off.
I also like jerking off in public places.
I hide.
And the idea of getting caught turns me on.
It's not right.
I mean…
I'm not okay.
There you go. I'm not okay.
I'm not okay.
In fact…
all of my clients admit their fantasies to me.
And for me… My fantasy…
is to make love to my wife at least ten times a day.
But that's too much for her, so…
I make up for it.
Not because I want to, but because I need to.
I'm in… a dark place.
And I can see you all looking at me.
You guys have come to terms with it.
So, I'm thinking, "I must come clean."
I must admit…
that I'm sick.
That I'm not okay.
And that I need help.
There. Thank you for listening to me.
My name is Ludovic, but everybody calls me Ludo.
And…
I'm a sex addict.
He was really happy to see us again.
He has regrets, you know.
You were right. He's a good guy.
We're happy that we could see him.
Right, Mathias?
And he revealed to us that you were the real love of his life.
Anyway, trust me about the gypsy village.
Ask him. I never gave up on that highway.
If I understand correctly, your new novel has a gypsy vibe to it.
Folk literature is making a comeback!
Don't mix everything up. We're discussing land with our friend.
My novel is a different matter.
One person with so much talent. Poor baby!
Our business dealer! We were waiting for you.
Evening. Sorry for being late.
Come in. Take a seat.
Élane, get him a drink.
Titanic, sit down.
My name is Zacharia.
But I've always been known as Zak.
I'm Nelly's son.
I need to share my ideas for your next novel.
Patrick.
-Would you like a quick pitch? -Yes, absolutely.
Okay. It's the story of a novelist
who is idolised by critics and the public,
and who has finally decided to tell his story.
Is he going to reveal all of his deepest secrets?
His desires of submission. His leanings for humiliation.
Getting down on all fours, tied up, having his arse whipped.
And being spat on the face.
I think we can also discuss how he keeps his wife under control.
In fact, I think it's the only thing that can still get him slightly hard.
Right?
Sorry. I digress, because…
all of those are minor details.
What's really interesting about this novel is the criminality.
Yes.
Because that novelist can't stop himself from abusing his power over the weak.
That's how it is. He rapes and he loves it.
Could that be autobiographical?
Patrick?
Holy Mother of God, my Holy Lady!
Call an ambulance!
-This can't be happening. -Patrick?
Patrick, are you okay?
Do you know?
I wanted to see it in your eyes.
It was the only way I had to get the estate back.
But then I got to know you.
Really got to know you.
-I'm sorry I hurt you. -You've done that successfully.
My feelings were always genuine.
-Really? -Yeah.
Then come with me.
Come with me. Let's go, right now.
I can't.
This is my estate.
It's my home.
You're same, you and her.
You're dealing in the filthiest thing anyone has ever done.
I'm sorry.
Since you seem to love this game…
I want to play, too.
I want a child.
Give me a child and I'll disappear.
Olga, it's an absolute shitshow! What do we do now?
Tomorrow is the roadshow, and Manero is untraceable. I don't know.
We'll have to call the cops. Interpol?
Lord.
Grant her eternal rest.
May perpetual light shine upon her…
and may she rest in peace.
Okay. Okay, Zak.
The Manero deal is dead in the water.
You have nothing to say?
The world is coming for our land, and you have nothing to say?
This land is just soil.
It's the people that matter.
The connections are all we're left with.
We lost it when we sold it for a pile of rocks.
Well, I did, anyway.
No, we're talking about the Camargue.
And our bees, too.
We let her into our home, and now she'll fuck the region over.
The Asian hornet has entered the hive.
It was Dad's pet peeve.
He always spoke about it.
Yeah.
As soon as the hornet gets into the hive, the bees gather around it
and buzz to get the temperature up so they can kill it.
-Some put their lives on the line. -Others don't.
But the hive is saved.
The hive is saved.
Bees sacrifice themselves for the common good.
Unlike us.
Olga, I have a delivery for you.
SAVE THE BEES TO SAVE THE WORLD
That's what your father would have done.
Welcome to the Camargue.