What do we take to the other side?
Nothing, apart from our ties.
Nothing but the ties of love and friendship survives death.
I forgot my friends.
And I'm manipulating a woman...
just to keep hold of my father's farm.
What is your house?
Is it your farm?
The friends you've known all your life?
Or the young woman who wants your child?
He loves everyone.
Even prostitutes.
Stop it.
Stop it!
It'll be okay.
It's natural to be afraid.
The Chinese have confirmed. We have two Swiss funds too.
And quite a few Scandinavians.
The north wants to invest in the Camargue.
We're all totally on board
for tomorrow's roadshow, but Manero isn't answering his phone.
His land is crucial for getting those contracts signed.
I think he's playing the clock, to get a higher price from us.
A bit more cash and we'll be fine.
That's how it always works.
Olga, what do you think?
Olga?
Olga, are you there?
Daddy!
Here you are!
Look what I've got for you.
Charly!
Just coming!
So, tonight,
the meeting is confirmed between Manero
and Decartala. We got it, Mathias!
We're gonna do it, man!
It was a close call, huh?
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm okay.
Look, I've been thinking...
- Zak... - The thing is,
it's really important that...
It's really important for the rich guys to reassure Manero,
to show him they love the land...
- He won't budge on his principles. - Right. His principles.
And he's right.
So what's our role in this?
We don't give an inch. We're nearly there.
That's what we're doing!
Hey, Charly, are you okay?
I had the bank on the phone.
We can't pay back the loan.
We'll never make it.
I don't know what we can do.
What can we do? More clients!
We can even work abroad. We're not giving up.
What are you doing to me?
You're my warrior queen.
What's come over you?
Charly, we're not giving in.
You're a fighter.
You never give up.
Yeah.
Go on.
You gotta make sure of tonight.
I'm going.
We're gonna fuck Olga up!
Look me in the eyes!
I'm your boss.
You're my slave.
On your knees!
Get that into your head or I'll destroy you!
I don't understand.
It's not like it used to be with her.
It used to be so intense.
Sorry, but it's a doll.
Yes, but I love her.
I love her.
The slave needs the master to recognize his work.
But the master needs a slave in order to exist.
Do you know that dialectic? It's Hegel.
Shut your mouth!
Now show me what's in your pants.
Get your cock 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 anything when we got home.
I thought you'd feel the same as me.
Or at least a bit happier about it.
Maybe you don't want this child.
You know I've always wanted a family, even if I'm 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 time with him. He's a great guy with real values.
Values?
Jeanne, don't be naive.
No man has any values.
I don't think like that.
I don't think it's a bad thing.
What?
A man and a woman.
Anyway, I'll be the one bearing the child.
With or without you.
But I'm the one who loves you.
I saved you from that shithole, remember?
Stop it.
He doesn't care about you.
He just wants to get his property back.
He has values? Listen.
She's fragile.
You'd better stay away from her.
- Then give me back my farm. - Is that a threat?
It's a deal.
My farm for your wife.
That's our child's father.
You've never meant anything to him.
The only heart he wanted to get at was mine.
My love.
We don't need a man.
An anonymous donor is enough.
My love.
Jeanne?
Jeanne, open it!
Jeanne, open the door!
Open the door.
Jeanne, please open this fucking door!
You know what we'll do?
You take a nice hot shower,
and I'll go get some ingredients to cook for you.
Spaghetti with bottarga.
Then we'll talk if you like.
Okay, Jeanne?
Jeanne?
The queen's role is to increase the bee population.
A so-called swarming happens
when she leaves her hive to found another.
All the hive's bees follow her,
forming an impressive swarm.
To create your own swarming, go to tutorial three.
Hi.
I have to go meet my father.
Do you think he'll like me?
What are you afraid of?
I don't know.
What are you afraid of?
I don't know how to love.
It ended like that every time. It was inevitable.
Anyway, thanks for listening.
Thanks for that, Daniel.
Speaking here is the beginning of a new life.
It means you've accepted that it really is a sickness.
You've lost the war against the addiction,
but the good news is that the war is over.
You can make peace with yourself and start to rebuild.
And we're all here to help you.
Would someone else like to share his or her story?
- With some lemons. - Thank you.
Thank you, have a nice day.
Hello.
Hello, Antoine.
Have we met?
We're Gloria's children.
Pass me some parsley, please.
Beat it! You can't stay here.
Beat it!
- You okay, Dad? - Yeah, I'm okay.
- Who's that? - No one.
Get me some ice, I need some more.
Get me some ice.
I told Gloria I couldn't leave my wife. I have a family.
What do you want? Money?
I don't have any. Look!
A fish stall!
- We don't want anything. - Then what are you doing here?
You'll get me into trouble.
Antoine, what are you doing? Mrs. Garbi wants her fish.
You deal with her, I have customers.
You're chatting to them but you're not doing anything!
- They're customers, okay? - Get busy!
Work!
Wait, wait.
You're... Mathis, is that right?
Yeah, that's right.
What did she call you?
Wait.
Out of my way!
Does Gloria still like shrimp?
She always liked shrimp.
Here.
Here, take these for her.
Take them.
Dad?
Yes, put it there.
What's wrong?
- Something in my hair? - No, your hair looks nice.
Thanks, sweetie.
I saw Karl, the Decartalas' son, at Charly's party.
Yeah?
He was a sweet boy.
You played together a lot.
He told me the real reason we left there.
This pie'll be really good.
You stole something?
I didn't steal anything!
Then why did we leave?
My love?
Are you ready?
Jeanne?
Mom.
Mom, why did we leave?
- I need cilantro. - Why did we leave, Mom?
Mom, I know the guy! Why did we leave?
Jeanne?
- Let me get past, Zak! - Mom, no!
Tell me what happened.
- Just let me get past. - Mom, I'm talking to you! Stop it!
Mom, I know them.
Both of them, Patrick and Françoise.
I screw both of them, Françoise and Patrick!
Fuck, fuck!
- What happened? - What's going on?
What happened at the Decartalas'?
Dad, tell me.
Dad, did he touch her?
Jeanne?
- Dad, did the pig touch her? - Stop it.
Mom.
Mom, I'm sorry, but just look at me, please.
Did he rape you?
My son almost died today because of me.
He almost got run over when I wasn't looking.
And I wasn't looking...
because I was looking at an ass walking by.
And not just any ass.
This ass...
You know, the sort that's firm
and curvy, in a skirt that's just a little bit too tight.
You know?
They say life hangs by a thread.
Well, my son's life was hanging by an ass.
In fact,
since I became an escort,
it's like I awakened the beast...
the bull that's inside me.
And that adrenaline is like a drug
that I can't do without.
There, I've said it.
I'm a sex addict.
I dream about sex.
I dream about sex like someone with hypoglycemia dreams about sugar.
I'm so depraved, I'll do it with just anybody.
Sometimes
I get up in the middle of the night just to jerk off.
I like doing it in public spaces too.
I hide.
I feel no shame about getting caught.
That's not good.
Well...
I am not well.
That's it, I'm not well.
I'm not well.
In fact,
all my clients confess their fantasies to me.
But 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 compensate.
Not out of desire, but out of need.
I'm in a dark place.
I see you all looking at me,
and you all seem at ease with your sickness.
So I realized that I have to admit it.
I have to admit that...
I'm sick,
that I'm not well,
and that I need help.
Thanks for listening to me.
My name is Ludovic.
But everyone calls me Ludo.
And...
I'm a sex addict.
He was so pleased to see us.
He regrets it.
You were right, he's a good man.
We're glad we went.
Right, Mathias?
He confided in us
that you were the one true love of his life.
Manero, trust me about the Gypsy village.
Ask him about the highway. I've skipped nothing.
If I've got this right, your next novel will have a Gypsy flavor?
A new publishing season full of folklore!
Galia, don't confuse things.
We're talking about land with our friend, not about my novel.
So much talent in a single person!
Our business introducer! Now we're all here.
Sorry I'm late.
Come on in, sit down.
Give him a glass.
Titanic, sit down!
My name is Zachariah.
But I've always been called Zak.
I'm Madame Nelly's son.
I can't keep to myself an idea I've had for your next novel,
Patrick.
- Can I give you a quick pitch? - Yes, absolutely.
So,
it's the story of a novelist,
idolized by critics and the public alike,
who finally decides to come clean about himself.
Will he reveal all his most intimate secrets?
His craving for submission, his penchant for humiliation?
In bondage on all fours,
having his ass whipped,
and being spat in the face!
It could also cover how he submits his wife to domination.
I think it's the only thing that still gives him a bit of a hard-on.
Sorry, I'm digressing here, because...
they're just details.
The real meat of the novel
is the criminal part.
For this novelist can't stop himself
abusing his power on anyone weaker.
That's how it is.
He rapes.
He loves that.
Could it be an autobiographical novel...
Patrick?
Call an ambulance.
Patrick, are you okay?
You know?
I wanted to see it in your eyes.
It was my only way of getting the farm back.
But then I got to know you.
Really got to know you.
I'm sorry I hurt you.
It worked for you.
My feelings were sincere.
- Yeah? - Yes.
Come on, then.
Come with me and we'll leave together.
I can't.
It's my farm.
I can't.
In fact, the two of you are just the same.
Your deal is the worst thing anyone's ever done to me.
I'm sorry.
You seem to enjoy all this,
so I want to play too.
I want a child.
Give me a child and I'll be gone.
This is total shit, Olga.
The roadshow is tomorrow.
Manero still can't be found...
Lord,
grant her eternal peace.
May the everlasting light shine on her.
May she rest in peace.
Okay, Zak.
It's fallen through with Manero.
You're not saying anything?
They'll take our land off us tomorrow.
The land is just sand.
It's people that matter.
Our ties are all that remain.
We've lost them, selling ourselves for a pile of bricks.
Well, I have.
We're talking about the Camargue.
About our bees.
We let her in, and she'll destroy the region.
The Asian hornet has gotten into the hive.
That's what Dad dreaded.
Always talking about it.
When a hornet gets into the hive, the bees mass around it,
and they buzz to raise the temperature and kill it.
- Some die in the process. - Not all.
- But the hive is saved. - Saved.
The bees sacrifice themselves for the common good.
The bees.
Olga, a delivery for you.
Save the bees to save the world
That's what your dad would have done.
Welcome to the Camargue.
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