Erotic Sex Games (Le cri du désir)

Fernand!

I know it's early, but you could start making an effort, right?

Hello, my dear.

Hello.

Fernand told me you were already up.

Why did your son wake me up this morning?

I must say, this motorbike is making a hell of a noise.

Ah, well, here it is, back again.

Hello, Dad.

Hello, son.

- Hello, Francoise. - Hello.

- Yes, thank you. - So, this bike?

Oh, terrific!

You never take it on the road.

There's really nothing else that interests you.

15 days without talking about medicine, it's human, isn't it?

Francoise is right.

Making so much noise at 4 AM, do you think that's normal?

Will you have something else?

No, thanks. I'm good.

May I remind you that the lady is going to see her doctor today.

Perhaps you would like to accompany her?

Don't be silly, my dear.

I've postponed the appointment

and I'm waiting for someone to come about the carpet.

As you wish.

I think it's time to be getting on, Fernand.

I'm at your service.

See you tonight.

- Hello, Madam. - Hello, Marie.

- Can I clear the table? - You can.

Excuse me.

Is it some sort of holiday? Everyone's gone, the others are late.

Waiting for someone?

A friend, for tennis.

I could always replace her?

You can't play.

You'll teach me.

- Can I grab a cigarette? - Sure.

Goodbye.

Yes, good!

Here!

My turn!

- Not too disappointed? - Not at all.

I think you're doing a great job.

- You were sending easy shots. - No.

Here.

Oh, sorry.

Fernand.

- Fernand. - Madam?

Ask Marie if she needs anything. I'm going to go shopping.

Yes, madam.

And you could fill the pool if the weather stays nice.

No, not here.

Madam's going to do the shopping.

I made a list.

Here it is, madam.

You took your time.

I had to change.

The boss is waiting for me.

You can go.

Goodbye, madam.

Thank you.

Hi, Julie.

Oh, Christian, sorry about this morning. I didn't wake up in time.

It's okay, I played anyway.

- With whom? - Does it matter?

Don't be aggressive, I don't care.

You know I'd rather ride the bike than play tennis anyway.

I can't stand that rich stuff...

Oh, you're not going to reproach me every time we see each other.

Don't you think we have better things to do?

Who did you play tennis with?

With my beautiful mother.

Oh, an old woman.

Not exactly.

OK, are you coming?

How old is she?

You're coming across quite jealous now.

You're all the same.

What if I reproached you?

Come on, let's go.

I should never have let you buy this motorcycle for your son.

Why?

Because it gives him too much freedom.

He's an adult, isn't he?

Yes, but that's not a reason. This morning, for example.

No, listen, after all, it's a regular way to blow off steam.

He deserves it after his year of studying medicine.

Yes, but I've known much more diligent students.

What if I had to conduct my nursing studies like that?

I would never have met you.

Yes, that's true.

- I'm going to bed. - Stay a little longer.

Please.

- See you tomorrow. - Goodnight.

Look what I found, sir.

Touching, isn't it?

Don't you think that might interest madam?

Shut up!

Apologies.

So the memories of being a captain in Beauchamp's camp wouldn't interest madam.

Shut up!

Oh, Captain.

This is an order you can't give to others.

Others died in an ambush because of you.

- That's not true! - It's true!

It's so true that you cannot do without my services.

I'm not complaining. I'm well paid. Everyone finds what they want.

However, I would start to be unpleasant if I were simply treated as a servant.

If madam wasn't here, this would not do.

But madam is such a good person, so different,

that it would really bother me if she thought ill of me.

My mother's right, you're rather good.

I didn't think a son of your father could be so good.

You know, I could introduce you to the gang.

We'll all go out on the motorbikes.

What do you think?

Why not?

Oh my god...

What's going on?

No, it's nothing. Fernand fell down the stairs, he slipped.

- Sorry to wake you. Good night. - That's alright.

Fernand!

Sir, you shouldn't allow Madam to ride on Mr Christian's motorcycle.

He rides like a madman.

But Madam has never ridden on Christian's motorcycle. She hates that machine.

Hi.

Get us a drink?

That's your motorbike?

You know, a Storm is for bandits.

Hi.

This ain't bad.

What do you think? We know how to live, right?

Can I have some?

Hi. There you go.

A little bit. How's it going?

What did you say?

I think I'm gonna go.

What's bothering you?

Nothing. Bye.

Whatever happens, I won't leave you on your own.

I'll go and see, see what's going on.

I wouldn't want you worrying.

- Do you want me to go with you? - No, let's see.

Here's your tea, madam.

Thank you, Marie. Put it down there.

- Hello. - Hi.

Shall we take it for a spin?

If you like.

Shall I sit here?

Yes.

You know, it's less exciting than a motorcycle.

I thought so.

Sorry, sorry.

No, not you!

You don't want to?

No!

No!

I have to go.

Why?

You know I have to go look after my art gallery every Wednesday.

Your father never denied me this pleasure.

You're not going to start?

- Now that I'm your lover, yes. - Shut up!

What if I ask you to take me?

Come on, don't be angry.

Shall we go back on foot?

- Yes, leave me alone! - Here you go!

OK, Christian, I'll talk to your father about it.

Very well. Goodbye, Francoise.

Goodbye.

Well, Fernand, you prepare my car. I'm leaving for Paris in an hour.

Yes, madam.

It's OK, Fernand. You can go.

OK.

Alright. See you soon, then.

- What do you want? - Mrs Beauchamp.

It's not here, it's downstairs.

Thanks anyway.

Yes?

Oh, Christian!

- Are you alone? - Of course!

Let's see!

- I told you, I'm alone! - Where is he?