Week End

PROHIBITED TO CHILDREN UNDER 18

A FILM ADRIFT IN THE COSMOS

- It's for you. - Who is it?

Your office. Call Mother afterwards, to check about the clinic.

I told you, I've done it.

She's misunderstood you, then.

When Roland drives your father home from the clinic,

it would be nice if they both died in an accident.

A FILM FOUND IN A DUMP

Did he get his brakes repaired?

No, I managed to make him forget.

Seven people were killed at Evreux junction last Sunday.

That would be lovely.

Hey, are you nuts?

But what will you do?

I'm not driving back with them. I'll say I have a cough.

What are you thinking?

Is Roland getting suspicious? He gives me funny looks at times.

No, I let him screw me sometimes, so he thinks I love him.

Don't phone here again, it's dangerous.

The fuss was someone hitting a guy who'd broken his headlight.

I thought he was dead for a moment.

Yes, it would have been nice if it was her.

No, the money first.

I always say that because I love you.

I've got to be careful, after the sleeping pills and gas.

She's stupid, but she'll catch on sooner or later.

The main thing is for her dad to pop off.

When Corinne's got the money we'll take care of her.

Sure I love you.

You're my splendid bitch, you know that.

Till Monday, then.

When was it, then?

Tuesday... Tuesday evening after the swimming pool.

- You said it was two days ago. - I was wrong.

I know it was Tuesday because I took the last pill on Wednesday.

Anyway, I wasn't scared about it.

Why should you be? It wasn't the first time.

Well, it wasn't like a women's magazine romance.

I don't know... his eyes were so hard... his mouth, his words...

He started in the Mercedes.

I told him I went for him. I wanted more than a quick screw.

We ought to meet again somewhere. Cuddling in cars is dreary.

I said to take me home and I'd call him in the afternoon.

I wanted to screw, but I'd rather wait.

What did he say?

He talked about my body, and how I turned him on...

and how it was vulgar and unkind.

- Did you think of me, too? - Of course I did.

But he did drive you home.

ANALYSIS

But we stopped in rue Molitor...

and kissed for a long time in the parking place.

He had one hand between my legs.

The other grasping my neck.

He stayed like that, without moving.

And you?

didn't move either. I was cold.

He guessed I wanted another drink so we drove to St. Lazare.

All the cafés were shut.

He lives in rue Pasquier, near St. Lazare.

I was tired and very cold.

realize now I wasn't drunk at all.

I wanted him to screw me then - anywhere, even in the lift.

But I didn't say anything.

His shoulder touched one of my breasts when he shut the lift door.

- Why? - It just did.

Monique came and opened the door.

Surprising. I thought she'd gone to Spain with that designer. You know?

No. I don't know.

We saw them once in that line at the cinema.

didn't know she was his wife.

They've only been married two months.

Well, what then?

Well, she opened the door.

Paul took off his coat and asked if there was a hot drink.

Monique said there was only whiskey and some vile red wine.

She started laughing.

Paul began to look annoyed.

I burst into laughter, too.

He looked at us, then said he'd go and change his clothes.

I went with Monique to her room.

Not bad. There was a fire.

I took off my raincoat.

Monique looked at me.

She asked why I seemed to be shivering...

...if I was cold I could undress.

No need to feel embarrassed.

Then she helped me.

To do what?

Take off my skirt and pullover.

see.

I was in my bra and panties.

I went to the fire. My back was to her,

but I knew she was watching me.

I asked why she said nothing.

She didn't reply, so I turned around.

She was by the window, her back to me.

She sensed my gaze. She took off her dressing gown. She was naked.

She asked if I thought her bottom was too big. I said no.

She turned around, parted her legs and asked me to describe them.

I said she had white thighs...

...and her bush was a black smudge above them.

She called Paul.

She came up behind me.

Why?

To unhook my bra.

Then Paul came in.

Wearing pajamas, the coat open. He had a bottle of whiskey.

He made me drink.

Then he told Monique to go on.

What was she doing?

Fondling my breasts.

And then?

Paul stripped off too, and flaunted his penis for me.

He told Monique to take off my panties.

He made me kneel and put my head between Monique's legs.

Now my back was turned to Paul.

I remember she was describing my buttocks...

...and he gazed at them all the time...

...then came closer and fingered them.

The rest of the bottle was poured over my back.

I felt the liquid run between my buttocks.

Paul knelt and began to lick my ass.

It wasn't unpleasant.

It was quite wonderful.

I felt Monique's bush against my neck...

...her hair mingling with my hair.

While her husband caressed my buttocks...

...she put my hands on her buttocks...

...and she fondled my breasts again.

I felt her buttocks open to receive my fingers, then close upon them.

And you?

They wanted me to talk about it, so that my sensations would excite them.

Only Gitanes? No American cigarettes?

In my jacket.

None left.

- Take a Gitane. - I can't bear them.

Is that all?

After a while, Paul asked Monique to change places with me.

She kissed my bush while I helped Paul screw her from behind.

And that was all?

Then we watched each other masturbate.

Then Paul cried: “To the kitchen, pussies!”

- What for? - I'm telling you.

On the fridge there was a dish of milk for the cat.

Monique said: “What will you bet me to sit in the dish?”

I bet you wouldn't dare,” said Paul.

She climbed on the sink, level with the fridge,

and sat in the dish.

Never taking her eyes off us, she ordered us to masturbate.

Is that all?

Paul told me to stop just as I was coming...

...and to climb up on the sink, too...

...and kneel in front of Monique.

Then he took an egg from the fridge.

I licked Monique's pussy, in the milk...

...and he put an egg between my buttocks.

When I came the egg broke and ran down my legs.

- Is this true, or a nightmare? - I don't know.

I adore you, Corinne. Come and work me up.

SATURDAY 10:00 AM

Hurry up, or the highway will be jammed.

I'll show you!

Get a move on!

Hey, mister!

What make is this junker? - Get lost.

know what it is.

It's a crapped-out Facel.

As crapped-out as your wife.

A crapped-out Facel!

They've damaged the Dauphine.

SCENE OF PARISIAN LIFE

What is it?

It's fine.

Mom, they've damaged the Dauphine!

- Particulars must be exchanged. - I'll kick your particulars!

Mom!

- Want some money? Shut up, then. - Thanks.

Hey, 8805!

See what you've done to my car? - Your car's all right.

The bumper's dented.

Bumpers are made to be bumped.

Just because your father-in-law owns the building...

Just because you've got a dress from Chez Dolores...

Give me your details.

Georges!

Give me the paint thing from the trunk.

Toffee-nosed little bitch!

- I've had enough. - Stop it.

Stop it, that's enough!

Bastard! Shit-heap! Communist!

SATURDAY 11:00 AM

1:40 PM

2:10 PM

The Internationale

Unites the human race...

Go on, then, telephone to Oinville.

If you drove faster, we wouldn't be late.

I'll drive the way I please.