Kika (2025)

[bunniefuu]

[Eerie music]

[Music softens]

[Distant crowd noise]

Hello.

Hello, sir.

- Sorry to bother you,

I got this paper.

I need help,

it's about...

- What's it called?

- Yeah, I see.

I'll squeeze you in

between two appointments.

They're clipping my wings here.

- I have to come in today.

- Do I have an appointment with the lady?

It keeps changing all the time!

- I'm not the one making up

these rules. I'll handle it.

- But when?

- In 10 minutes.

- You'll help me.

- Of course.

Oh!

I need help, now!

- Hello.

- Hello.

Welcome.

- Getting earlier and earlier.

- Yeah.

Ma'am!

[Knocking on glass]

I need help!

[Keyboard typing]

Are you working under the table?

No.

So how do you pay your rent?

Uh, well... it depends.

I...

I get by.

- You can tell me,

I'm not a cop.

I sell my dirty underwear.

I tell them I'm an artist,

that it's to fund an art show...

The guys think they're

my patrons or something.

- Oh? OK. And you pay your rent

thanks to the...

Yeah.

I sell my underwear for 100 euros.

- You sell one pair

for 100 euros?

Yeah.

Kika, where do you want this?

- I'll take those, thanks.

Thank you so much.

OK, well...

That part I'm not putting

in the file.

You got an ID?

I'll make a copy.

But it's a 10-year wait

for social housing!

I registered him.

He's on the waiting list

for every center.

My client is in deep sh*t.

So it's the street?

That's what you're offering me?

Please,

I'm begging you...

Wait.

It's my daughter's bike,

I promised her.

Please.

Wait.

I'm begging you, please!

Thank you so much.

That's so kind of you.

Thank you.

I'm right here, I'm listening.

The institution?

You ARE the institution.

Can you close the door?

[She nods]

[Metallic click]

[Surprised exclamation]

Yes, no.

No,

I need an answer tonight.

Laurence, we're not going to have

the same conversation on a loop.

You want to go home and relax,

he's out on the street.

So I need an answer tonight.

He's on the street, Laurence!

Excuse me,

I'm so sorry.

- I don't know what...

- What's this?

- It's the key.

- What did you do?

I just closed the door.

Hold on. Yes.

(- Damn it.)

- Great, I'm counting on you.

You're my only hope.

Damn it!

I'm really counting on you.

Yeah, I'll keep my phone on me.

Thanks.

- Sorry, that was urgent.

- Why did you lock it?

- You asked me to.

- Not with the key.

It was so nobody would come in.

You forced it too!

No, I didn't force it.

[Tools clinking]

Is there a back door?

No.

- No other way out?

- No.

- We're stuck?

- Yes.

Hey! Hey!

We need help!

- Please!

- Can you come downstairs?

- Hold on.

- The locksmith's on his way.

Um... please!

Look!

- Is there a light?

- Yes, it worked.

- We're here!

- We're stuck!

Come to the window!

We need you!

We've been stuck for hours!

Are you done yelling?

Come let us out!

- We're stuck!

- We're stuck!

- Shut up!

- No, YOU shut up!

I'm calling the cops!

- Call them! They won't be able

to get in anyway, we're stuck!

- Wow.

[Man laughs]

The light went out.

Come down.

Already giving up on the mission?

- I'm already gonna get fired.

Come on, let's go.

Wait.

Watch your step.

- You're gonna...

- I'll let you climb down.

- Can I help you?

- No, just...

Yes or no?

[They laugh]

You can grab...

There you go, just a bit.

I'm sitting on your trash can.

- How did you even

get up there?

[Eerie music]

Thanks for holding me hostage.

[Soft laughter]

You're welcome.

You know, you turned out to be...

quite... very...

a very well-behaved hostage.

David.

Kika.

I'm heading that way.

Goodbye.

Take care.

Best regards.

[Soft music]

Louison,

I found

the perfect sweater, look.

Take off the shorts and that,

way too many colors going on.

- No!

- Yes!

- I don't want to.

- Louison, take off the shorts.

Come on,

the stars, the pears...

It's too much, too many colors,

it's hurting my eyes.

Come on.

- Please, quick.

- No.

- The shorts.

- Just the shorts.

Perfect, the shorts.

Oh, by the way, I'm not going to Lyon anymore.

What? Why?

- I haven't sorted out

my conference stuff.

- Paul, how are they going

to trust you?

- It's fine, I've got it.

It's just a matter of time.

- This is the third time.

- Yeah.

- I'm a perfectionist.

- Quick.

Come on, come on. Backpack.

Louison, you've had enough to eat.

Let's go.

The bus is coming.

It's 8:20.

- Kiss.

- We're running.

See you later.

Go, quick! Quick!

"Pas Toi"

(Jean-Jacques Goldman)

I love this song.

---

I keep telling myself

That's just how it is

That without growing old

We don't forget

Whatever I do

Wherever I am

Nothing erases you

I think of you

- Who is that?

- Jean-Jacques Goldman.

Uh...

And since when...

have you been into him?

My mom listened to him all the time.

I kind of kept that.

Kind of... A lot.

You go to his concerts?

[She laughs]

You've been to three concerts?

- What's your favorite song?

- It's...

It's "Envole-moi."

OK.

- I think I know it.

- I didn't choose

To live here

No, I don't know it.

[They laugh]

There's a lot to discover.

Well then,

I'll introduce you to his music.

"Pas Toi" continues in background

Hey.

Kika, Mary,

did you chip in for the coffee?

I don't drink coffee.

- Never?

(- Come on...)

And you, Kika?

Sorry, I forgot to get cash.

- I'll bring it tomorrow, I promise. Sorry.

- OK, thanks.

Sorry for all my late arrivals.

It won't happen again.

- I hope it's not

one of your clients.

No, he's not...

he's not a client.

- We have a meeting!

- Coming. We're coming.

- Are you going to leave Paul?

- No.

- Then

try to stop seeing him.

I can't, Mary, I swear.

Just sleep with him.

Then you'll know where you stand.

If it's bad,

you move on.

And if it's not bad?

If it's not bad,

you'll have had a good time.

That can happen once.

- That's not even guaranteed. I've been

sleeping with the same person for 17 years.

I haven't shaved since 2008.

Where do people even do it these days?

Doesn't he have a place?

- He's got a girlfriend.

- Ah...

My place is out of the question.

I've got roommates.

- It's a mess.

- I'm not asking you that.

I'm just really, really in love.

- What have you two been doing

every lunch for the past two months?

I don't know, getting coffee.

Come on, let's go.

And in the caf bathroom?

No way!

I don't know, go do it in a forest.

[Doorbell]

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Right this way.

Heart Room, first floor.

THANK YOU.

[Moaning

and sounds of pleasure in the distance]

Coffee maker!

[Excited cheering]

Kika, your turn to mime!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Go!

3, 2, 1, boom!

[Laughter]

- Go ahead.

expl*si*n!

[Notification sound]

Message, bike repairman.

- Banana split?

- No, Spiderman!

- What?

- Spiderman.

- Uh... yeah.

How much time is left?

- 15 seconds.

- Go!

Uh...

Uh...

[Mixed shouted answers]

You mimed it, someone said Zorro...

Whatever.

We got a little distracted.

[Soft, mysterious music]

- Your mother really needs to stop

giving us those paintings.

I think they're cheerful.

- Your hour is up.

If you'd like to extend,

let me know.

[Soft, mysterious music]

- It's fine, I'll take it.

- No!

- It's fine.

- Wait for me.

Yes, I understand.

Listen, talk to your neighbor.

I'll call you back,

I have to go now.

I'll call you back tomorrow, for sure.

It'll work out.

Wait!

[Strained grunt]

Alright. Kiss.

Have a good day, love you.

I can swing by and pick it up.

- No, I'll take care of it.

- We'll be at Marco's, come join us.

Hmm...

Hmm...

- See you tonight.

- Have a good day.

- The rug!

(- We're not supposed to be here.)

(We could get fired.)

- If we don't help her,

who will?

- Kika. She said

she didn't care about the rug.

- When the bailiffs are involved,

you don't leave the rug.

- I don't care about the rug,

I want my crystal ball.

That's very important to me.

Hide them in the basement.

- I'll grab those for you,

Mrs. Lauwers.

Let's sit you down.

Don't worry, it'll all be okay.

I'll get those for you. Have a seat.

- I'll handle everything.

- Thank you.

- They're going to set up

a repayment plan for your debts

and we'll find you housing,

OK?

Settle in.

We'll get the furniture sorted,

then we'll take care of everything.

Help me out?

Don't strain yourself.

- Don't worry,

I'm tough.

I'm saying that for the baby.

I can feel it.

- Go ahead.

Can you feel the bailiffs

coming too?

(Go.)

Move.

(I'm a little bit pregnant.)

- What do you mean, "a little bit"?

(- Come on.)

- (- Mary, move.)

- Watch out, the rug.

Don't fall.

[Phone buzzing]

Thanks and sorry again. Louison!

Excuse me.

What were you doing?

- Excuse me.

- Excuse me. Thank you.

- Goodbye.

I'm a little worried.

David isn't answering me.

Let's go check if he's home,

OK?

- Ma'am, we can't

let you go. Ma'am.

Please don't leave. This is important.

Come with me, I'll take that.

We're going to go back inside with your mom.

Can you open the door?

Come on.

Would you prefer to stay

with my colleague?

I'll go in with your daughter.

- Listen, this isn't easy to say,

but...

your partner has passed away.

He was found at the grocery store.

He likely had a stroke,

they couldn't save him.

He didn't suffer.

I'm so sorry.

We'll come inside with you.

Ma'am,

you'll be more comfortable inside.

Come on, let's go in.

[Door closes]

(- Hey...)

My girl.

- If you need

anything at all,

we're here, your mom and I.

- Thank you, Jean-Pierre.

I've been through it myself.

So don't hesitate.

It's simple, we're here.

Thank you.

(Don't worry.)

You okay?

You don't want me to stay?

What are you going to do

about the apartment and everything?

- We have to be out

by the end of the month.

It's a mess.

Yeah.

I know it's not

the right time, but...

- how many weeks along are you?

- Five.

Take some of this, there's too much.

- No, thanks.

(- Hey.)

- I'm here.

I have to go, but call me.

- Thank you.

- Take care.

[Sobbing]

Ciao.

Ciao.

Don't you want to rest?

No.

Here.

Fill it out, sign it and I'll send it.

I can work something out with Jolle.

It's just help, one time.

It doesn't make you a charity case.

- Will my file be

at the top of the pile?

Can you borrow from someone?

I don't know,

we could do a crowdfund.

I should get an ab*rtion, right?

I can't think straight.

- You still have two months

to decide.

- The priority

is finding an apartment.

After that...

Once I'm settled,

I'll be able to think clearly.

[Knock at the door]

Hello.

I'm here because

my partner just passed away.

The old lease is in his name,

I can't get the

rental deposit back.

To rent an apartment,

I need a guarantor.

I can't play that game.

- Between my salary,

the pension, and the allowances,

I bring in 2,100 euros a month.

I've been covering the rent,

the bills, the funeral costs alone,

which means

I'm overdrawn by...

2,200 euros?

2,500 euros?

I'm overdrawn by 2,500 euros.

If I find an apartment at 1,000

euros, which would be incredible,

the deposit, first two months' rent,

I need 6,000 euros.

No bank will ever give me a loan.

I need a rental guarantee.

- That's at least

a two-month wait.

And you need a signed lease.

And to get one,

you need a guarantee.

Push it through as urgent.

- I can't become a client myself,

Mary.

That would really be the end.

What do you suggest then?

I don't know, sell some weed.

Or a kidney.

Great.

Just for tonight, OK?

OK.

- I work every weekend.

But in three weekends,

I'll be back in Brussels.

I'll sort something out.

I will do it.

- I'll let you know as soon as I can.

- OK.

- Oh, and I wanted to tell you,

I found the blue dresser.

- Really? Is it nice?

- I set it up.

I'll send you a photo.

Super cute.

OK, cool.

- Cool.

I've got to go.

- Go ahead then.

- Have a great day, kisses!

- Kisses.

- - Love you.

- Kisses.

Talk later.

Well, you have a good day too.

- How are you two doing?

- You both sound tired.

- Yeah.

No, we're fine.

- You make a good team.

I have to let you go.

- And how's the apartment search

coming along?

Yeah, yeah, I'm... looking.

- Alright. If you need to,

while you're looking,

I can take Louison.

For a few weeks or months,

no problem at all.

OK?

Kika?

I've got it, Paul. I've got it.

I have to go. OK? Have a good day.

Bye.

- Goodbye.

- Did you get it about

the shrimp extra?

Everyone struggles at the start.

When you press here,

then you confirm there. Got it?

Yeah. OK.

Ah, OK.

Good.

- Hold them tight.

Kika.

Here.

Thank you.

- It's not much.

- No, but...

Thank you so much. Thank you.

Wait, come here.

Here.

This is your starting bonus.

Genuinely, from the heart.

That's really sweet, Marco. Thank you.

There we go.

And there, enjoy your meal.

ENJOY YOUR MEAL.

Would you like some parmesan?

Is it good?

Yes, it's very good.

It's wonderful.

Wonderful is a bit much.

I started cooking when

my wife got sick.

Now,

I love it, and I think

I'm not half bad at it.

You cook well too, grandma.

Oh, you're sweet.

Don't you like cooking anymore?

I do, I mean...

Cooking is really

Jean-Pierre's domain.

You cook too, though.

True, I do cook often. For pleasure.

The idea

of putting tomato

on spaghetti,

came to me 4 or 5 years ago.

Back then,

nobody did it, right?

I'd never seen it,

you just didn't see it.

And, uh...

I had a date,

and I was in a rush.

I'd made my spaghetti,

and I was going to do

tomatoes as a starter.

Intuition, or whatever. Bam, accident.

Sorry, here's the thing.

I chop my tomatoes,

I put them on the spaghetti,

and just like that...

expl*si*n of flavor.

A perfect match.

It's funny, because since then,

I see it everywhere.

Even on "Top Chef."

- And that was 4-5 years ago, exactly.

- Yes.

I'm very intuitive.

When it comes to food.

- The dish is not a success.

- The dish is not a success!

The dish is not a success!

Of course it's not.

You don't make it to the semi-final

with a dish like that.

- Excuse me,

but tomorrow's a school day.

- Is it OK if...

- Sorry, yeah...

- Of course.

- That's fine.

- We'll turn it off.

- You can turn it off.

There we go.

- (She fell asleep.)

- Thank you so much.

(- Jean-Pierre.)

- That semi-final wasn't bad.

Come on, help me?

- I'll take care of it.

- No, we've got a system.

Rotation.

Rotation, let's go.

Go. There. Rotation.

Rotation, rotation.

One more.

- A little more.

- Hold on.

Hold on.

- Perfect, thank you.

Thanks, thanks.

I can handle it, really.

- Happy to help.

We can look out for each other fellow widowers.

(- Easy, Jean-Pierre.)

Good night. Sleep well.

Wait, just...

Hop, hop, hop. Tap, tap, tap.

- I'll take care of it.

- Leave it. Look. Here. Hop.

That's a clever design.

Pull a little, see.

- That's good, come on.

- Pull a bit.

Pull a bit.

(- Come on, let's go.)

Good night.

Good night.

- Are we going to be here

much longer?

No.

OK.

I'm going to head out.

Take a deep breath.

[Kika inhales]

There you go.

Very good.

Would you like to hear the heartbeat?

No?

So...

You're at 11 weeks of amenorrhea,

which means 9 weeks pregnant.

You can get dressed now.

What are you thinking for next steps?

What next steps?

- So, if you decide

to go ahead with a termination,

you have 6 days

of mandatory reflection

between the first consultation,

which is this one,

and the procedure.

Are you going to be alright?

Yes.

OK.

[Sigh]

(- Louison.)

Louison.

(Wake up.)

(Louison.)

(You wet the bed.)

- I did what?

(- You wet the bed. Get out.)

(Go on.)

(It's OK.

It happens to everyone.)

(Come here.)

(We'll change your pajamas.)

Why?

Please don't go, Mommy.

- Please.

- I'm sorry, I have to.

- Please,

take me with you.

- I'll sweep the floor...

- No, no.

It's not a place

for kids.

Please, Mommy.

(Please, Mommy.)

(He spent an hour explaining

how to load the dishwasher.)

(- I know. I'm sorry.)

I promise I'll be good.

Louison.

Louison, please.

Get up.

(I have an idea.)

(If you manage to get him to move

(100 objects today,

(I'll take my Wednesday off

and we'll spend it together.)

(Everything will be better

once we have another apartment.)

[Louison sighs]

(- I'm sorry, I have to go.)

[Door opens]

(I love you.)

Excuse me.

[Door closes]

Hello.

- Sorry for the delay.

- No worries.

(Here you go.)

(- Thanks.)

(- Um...)

Can I suggest a little game?

I'll give you the package back.

We start over from scratch and...

you call me a disgusting pig,

a real filthy swine,

tell me I repulse you.

And I'll give you 50 euros extra.

100 euros?

OK.

(- Go ahead.)

You're a disgusting pig,

a filthy swine...

- Use "you."

Be raw about it.

- You're a disgusting pig,

a filthy swine...

You like buying

dirty panties, do you?

I know exactly

what you're going to do with them.

You disgust me,

I feel sick just looking at you.

Why are you saying this to me?

(- You asked me to.)

(- Yes, but back it up with something.)

(- Ah.)

Uh...

Well...

Um...

Look at you, in your redneck polo

with that rat face.

You're pathetic.

You're only good enough to lick my shoes.

Can I?

What?

Lick them.

No.

You don't even deserve that.

Now give me my money

and get lost.

You piece of trash.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

- Until next time, maybe.

- Yeah, see you.

- Grandma, it's all wet.

I'm so fed up!

- I'm so annoyed.

- Come here, let me see.

(- What happened?)

(- We'll change everything,

it's no big deal.)

You smell like fish.

You smell like pee.

I'll handle it.

Put that on the floor, next to it. There.

[Knock at the door]

[Door opens]

- Can we talk to you?

[Kika nods]

[Kika spits]

OK.

We're very worried about the little one.

- She spent her whole day

moving objects around.

It's...

- We think

she hasn't grieved yet.

Maybe...

she doesn't feel

sufficiently protected.

- It'll get better

once we find an apartment.

She's in a zone of denial.

I know what that's like, it's normal.

It's the shock, everything falls apart.

The social structure...

- It's kind of you to take us in,

but...

It's very kind of you

to take us in.

Yes, but, I mean...

- What we'd like to say

is that...

if you need to talk,

we're here.

That's all.

- I'm worried about the little one

and I'm worried about you too.

It's nice that you're worried,

but I don't need any advice

from you.

Even so.

What do you mean?

I didn't know you'd had

such a difficult childhood.

I hope you get a daughter

who's less hard on you than you are.

You know,

I know your mother well,

and I'm sure

she did her best.

OK.

You know,

I've been through

a hard time myself.

[She turns on the shower]

And... well...

We'll talk about it another time.

[Door opens and closes]

Hello.

Is this your locker?

The key's broken.

We'll put your things

under the bed.

Mrs. Lauwers?

I know you don't like it,

but we talked about your daughter.

Do you think...

she could put you up?

With her name, I can track her down.

You don't need to do anything.

It would just be temporary.

This is very hard for you,

but your partner...

(- Shh, keep your voice down.)

- I'm sorry, ma'am,

but this isn't easy!

You understand? Do you understand?

- For anyone.

- I'm going to leave soon.

Listen, I'm just saying this

because it's too much in my head.

You understand?

- Of course.

- I need to get free

from these images of your partner.

He's stuck.

I'm telling you, he's stuck.

His soul is stuck. And I see...

He's in a place where there are

many, many rooms.

People who are naked.

I know,

it's strange, it's awkward.

And lights everywhere.

Your partner,

he's in a place

where people love each other.

Your partner is in a place

where people love each other,

do you understand?

Where's the bathroom?

- I'll walk you there, come on.

- Thanks.

No, I'm fine, thank you.

I don't need your help.

[Phone tapping]

[Dial tone]

Hello.

Do you remember me?

I sold you my underwear.

Yes.

So right now, I'm running...

a special promotion.

Oh yes.

Of course.

Do you know anyone

who might be interested? A friend?

Hmm.

Great.

Oh, and also, we could...

we could play your game again.

Oh yes, of course.

Yes, I can be there.

Yes, perfect.

Well then, talk later.

Thank you.

Let's go.

This Airbnb is really nice.

Yeah.

If you want to stay the weekend,

you can.

Plenty of room.

That's sweet.

Is Sunday OK if I pick her up

at 6 PM?

Yeah, fine.

My baby.

[Sounds of affection]

- Will you manage to sleep

all by yourself?

You're joking, right?

I can't wait to have

the whole bed to myself.

OK.

Lick.

Can you insult me?

Of course.

Uh... Go on then, lick it, you piece of trash.

I... I want it to shine.

You like that?

- Come on, harder.

- OK,

but I don't actually mean it.

- Spit on me.

[She spits]

Sorry.

- Kick me with your feet.

No.

- If I say "orange,"

ease up a bit.

If I say "red," stop.

No, I'm not going to kick you.

Hmm.

May I?

Keep insulting me.

Uh... Go on.

- Go ahead.

- Lick my shoes

if you want your kibble.

Yes.

Go on.

Harder.

- Did you roll in something

disgusting again?

Harder.

You're pathetic.

You're worthless, you filthy dog.

You stink.

More.

- Don't count on me

to clean you up.

You miserable mutt.

Yeah, even harder.

You're absolutely useless.

Hmm?

All you know how to do is rub yourself.

[Moans of pleasure]

You have 40 minutes left.

Is it...

It's a dental malocclusion.

It happens a lot

in dwarf rabbits.

You just need to remove the incisors

permanently,

and it's fixed.

Now this one's not pretty.

It's a stenosis of the nostrils.

Very common

in small dogs.

And... are you a vet?

- Yes, that's right.

- Ah.

- This here is my little furball, Lucky.

She should have died,

but I did the surgery.

She stayed at the clinic

and we all look after her.

She had a brain tumor.

She was supposed to be put down

because the owners

didn't want to pay for treatment.

We adopted her at the clinic,

she became our mascot.

- She's beautiful.

- Thank you.

And this one,

isn't pretty at all.

It's a dog that was burned

with a hair dryer.

People either don't realize

or don't take responsibility.

And often...

You keep it to yourself,

but there are certain

pet owners...

I've got a million stories

to tell you

if you want, next time.

- Excuse me?

- Yes?

- I was thinking,

if ever I was looking for others...

I mean, like you,

would you recommend...

There's a site.

I'll send you the link.

Oh, thank you very much.

- Thank you for your kindness.

That was great.

- I'm glad

you had a good time.

Hello.

[Door unlocking]

(Mom.)

(Can you come?)

What is that?

- Louison talked about David,

she was very sad.

I thought it would be good

to give him a place.

(- It looks like a funeral parlor,

it's creepy.)

(- I meant well.)

(- Mom, I can't.

Please take that down.)

(- No.)

Refusing to suffer

is also refusing to live.

(- If you pull out another

one of those crappy psych magazine quotes,

I'm going to lose it.)

(Please.)

I'm not taking it down, I'm moving it.

[Sigh]

You could, for example,

go to the bathroom on me,

on my face.

I'm sorry?

Well...

Do your business. On me.

Defecate.

Um...

On the phone,

we only talked about humiliation.

Yes.

Right.

So,

talking dirty to you, yes,

letting you lick my shoes, yes.

But, I mean... Come on...

I'm not sticking my a*s

10 centimeters from your face.

- Would you like me

to close my eyes?

What's holding you back?

- What's holding me back?

Well, I don't know...

do you do this to people often?

Well...

I'm paying you to do something

you do every day.

For free.

Might as well put it to use.

So...

I lie down, you go.

It takes a minute.

- Uh...

Anyway, I don't... I don't need to go

right now.

I won't be recommending you.

Wait. What if...

What if I delivered it to you

in person?

You see?

I can take back... Thanks.

Wait right there.

I'll be right back.

Have a seat.

Don't go, I'm coming.

Thank you.

It's...

It's 200 euros.

- 200 euros

for a packet of sh*t?

That's the price.

Pick it up.

It's 5 euros.

You're not even worth 5 euros.

You're pathetic.

Hey, you're paying me!

Look at yourself.

All spotty, dried up,

you look like a schoolteacher.

- What the hell?

Hey, you're paying me!

- Get out of the way!

- Give that back!

- What's going on?

- He won't pay,

he stole it from me!

[Cries of pain]

- Give her money back

or I'm calling the police!

You filthy wh*re!

You OK?

[They laugh]

Do you often sell your... stuff?

Is it only BDSM you do?

BSM?

BDSM.

Are you having money problems?

Look, the money you made just now,

that's beginner's luck.

If making money were that easy,

there'd be no more hookers.

Be careful

and always get paid upfront.

And spell out your services clearly.

- There are creeps

who target newcomers.

You need to screen your clients.

- Excuse me.

Always say no to one thing upfront.

That way, you see how the guy

handles rejection.

And if he can't respect boundaries,

drop him immediately.

And if...

Sorry for asking dumb questions.

If...

You mentioned BSM.

BDSM.

BDSM.

Does it exist...

without penetration?

Sex workers who don't

get penetrated?

Yeah, everything exists.

There are dominatrixes who don't work

with genital pleasure.

- Who don't touch dicks.

- It's a niche.

99% of guys

come to penetrate.

Or to be penetrated.

What's your issue

with penetration?

- I don't have an issue

with penetration, it's just...

For me, uh...

I don't think

I'd be able to...

to sleep with someone I don't desire.

Oh yeah?

You've never forced yourself?

Not even with your partner?

- People eat kilos of

GMO junk every day,

and nobody bats an eye.

But a clean d*ck

in a vag*na...

everyone's horrified.

I have one piece of advice for you,

and it's the one

I was given starting out.

If you give a blowjob

without a condom,

don't brush your teeth after.

Use mouthwash instead.

Toothbrushes cause

micro-abrasions on the gums.

Here.

I'm going to give you the number

of a friend who's a dominatrix.

She's a great woman.

Tell her I sent you.

Thank you so much for...

Thank you for all your advice

and for...

for answering my questions.

That was really kind of you.

And thank you for...

earlier.

And, uh... I...

I'm a social worker.

Goodbye. Have a good day. Thanks.

- Bye.

- Goodbye.

See you in a sec.

Ma'am!

Don't stand by the door.

- Ms. Kika always says

I can come in...

- She's busy right now.

- I have a problem...

- I'll come get you.

Either her or me...

No, it's not...

I'm coming.

[A door opens]

Can't her daughter take her in?

She died 15 years ago.

I'm out of options.

I won't be able to tell her.

You've tried everything.

Can you do it for me?

I'm going to...

I'm going to take a leave of absence.

Good.

- Ms. Kika, I don't understand.

- Excuse me.

I'm Mrs. Lauwers.

- I'm sorry, excuse me.

Can you wait here?

I'll be right there.

Sorry for the interruption.

Please, it's on me.

I stayed longer than I should have.

Don't worry about it.

Can I get you some water?

No thanks, I'm fine.

Oh wow, I didn't hold back, did I.

You're all bloody.

I'm starting to get used to it.

- [Woman laughs]

- At your service.

The pleasure was mine.

- You know, it makes me happy

to make you happy.

Make sure to disinfect that properly.

Yes.

- Got everything?

- Yes, thank you.

- See you soon.

- See you soon.

- Have a great day.

- You too.

Bye.

Hello.

Come on in.

I'm sorry,

I'm between two appointments.

But we'll be super efficient.

What can I do for you?

Are you just starting out?

Yes.

Do you already have a profile

on "Love Avenue"?

Yes.

But I don't understand anything.

Right, show me.

OK so...

Can you do this for me?

Saves us time.

Under "Availability," put:

"During lunch breaks,

weekday evenings after 7 PM,

"possibly weekends."

Um...

You haven't listed your services.

You need to put those in.

What do you do?

Golden shower, ballbusting, paddle,

spanking, pegging, facesitting?

Sorry, my English isn't great.

Um...

Facesitting you suffocate a guy

by sitting on his face.

No, no. I don't do that.

OK, but...

so what are

your BDSM services?

Like, in general?

A spanking, choking?

You're not going to get far

charging 200 euros

for a bit of light

bottom-patting.

It's a real profession.

I mean,

the competition is tough.

- I just need to

fake it well enough.

OK.

Watch tutorials

online.

OK? There are loads of them.

And you'll learn on the job.

I've checked "uro, a**l, spanking."

Those are the basics.

You need new photos too.

OK.

Generally they want to

be penetrated,

but I wouldn't recommend

diving into fisting

without training.

- And how do you tell

if a client isn't...

weird?

[She laughs]

- I don't know,

do normal people even exist?

[Notification]

Sorry.

Damn it!

You OK?

[Woman sighs]

- The other tenants reported me

because I have too many visitors.

So now my landlord's harassing me

to move out.

And he's been breaking my doorbell

every single day.

That's ill*gal.

Yeah, that's probably ill*gal.

- Landlords are not

above the law.

We'd need to change the lease

to a commercial basis.

Hold on.

She's a great lawyer.

She specializes

in housing discrimination.

Tell her I sent you.

She won't charge you.

Thank you so much, for everything.

Really.

Will you be alright?

I hope so.

And if ever...

you have any...

leads or clients...

[Woman laughs]

- You come here to get

free training from me

and now you want me to hand over

my clients too?

- No, sorry. That came out wrong.

That's not what I...

You're right, sorry. Thank you so much.

- Goodbye.

- Ciao.

Harder.

Much harder.

[Man's moans]

Come on.

Red?

- Red?

- No. No.

Keep going.

Red!

[Cries of pain]

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you.

I love this Airbnb.

Can I stay here tonight?

To sleep?

- Uh... Well, maybe.

We'll check with your mom.

See if she's OK with it.

Now go take a shower.

Really scrub your feet.

Between the toes too. OK?

And with a bit more enthusiasm,

please.

[Louison laughs]

[Kisses]

- Good night.

- Good night.

- Good night, Mom.

- Good night.

Are you pregnant?

No.

- You have the same look

as when you were pregnant with Louison.

There's room at my place.

If you and Louison want,

you're both welcome.

And your baby too.

Thank you.

I'm heading out.

[Door opens and closes]

[Soft, mysterious music]

- Thanks for everything.

- My pleasure.

I should be thanking you too.

Your lawyer friend really

sorted out my landlord.

- Great, it worked.

- Yeah, he hasn't made a peep since.

Love it.

What about you? Got clients and everything?

Her? She's a machine.

She's smoking hot.

[Laughter]

You're not exactly on fire.

Not exactly.

- A little h*!

- A big h*!

IT'S HAPPY HOUR FOR HOES!

How are you?

[They greet each other]

Oh my god, I've got one,

he's a total piece of work.

"We've been seeing each other regularly

for two months now,

"so I think we can move to

a friends-with-benefits arrangement.

"I genuinely like you and it bothers me

to pay a friend."

Of course he does!

- For real. The other day,

this one shows up and goes:

"Do you do student discounts?"

- I swear.

- Do you do punch cards?

- Loyalty cards.

- Like at the pool.

- Worst part is,

I actually gave him the student rate.

- So you hooked up with a young guy.

[Excited shrieks]

- I don't get young ones that often.

- I grabbed his head and went:

"Naughty. Sit."

He didn't know how to please his wife.

I had to teach him

where the clitoris was.

Yeah, it's not easy to find.

- We do the work of therapists,

marriage counselors.

- Honestly, being a sex worker

is like being a social worker...

- Exactly!

- But with c*m.

- Being a dominatrix is still

more relaxing than being a social worker.

And way better paid too.

- Really?

- Yes.

There are clients

I'd rather just hand them

their welfare check than blow them.

- Really?

- Yes!

- Are there guys you'd rather go down on

than deal with their benefits paperwork?

- No.

- Are they ugly?

- Poverty takes a toll.

- Speaking of which,

there was this not-bad-looking guy, a bit beefy,

that you saw for quite a while...

You had a not-bad-looking client?

- He was really something. But girls!

- Something?

- Stop.

If you're done with him,

I'm interested.

Yeah, share the wealth!

- She used to see him

in the Heart Room.

Seriously, where did that guy go?

Um...

He died.

- Can I try your wig?

- Go ahead.

Oh, it suits you so well!

Really?

You look gorgeous.

You've got the face of a Mia.

Mia? Mia!

- Let's call you Mia.

- Mia. Meow.

[Laughter]

Yeah, amazing! Meow, meow.

[They meow at each other]

Me, I mostly hit.

- Everyone's got their niche.

- But I hit well.

[Laughter]

- What do you think about the scat stuff?

Are you into it? Scatophilia?

- I do scat because otherwise

we'd have nothing to offer.

[Overlapping laughter and chatter]

[Pained intake of breath]

[Pained whimper]

- Quiet. Quiet.

[Pained exhale]

[Small cry]

[Slap]

[Moan]

[Slow breathing]

Gently.

[Heavy breathing

and moans]

Gently.

Orange?

Yes, orange.

- Good evening, Daniel.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Good evening.

- Please.

- Thank you.

Let me take that.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Can I get you a drink?

Please, have a seat.

A glass of water.

- Water, and?

- The usual.

[Clinking of glasses]

- Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

[Pop of a cork]

[She sniffs]

- What do I smell here? Hmm?

Did we have a little accident in our diaper?

Come to Mommy?

I'll change you.

[She undoes the velcro]

Well, well, what's this?

Getting a little excited, are we?

Hmm?

[Sound of wet wipes packaging]

Do you have children?

Yes.

How many?

One.

A boy?

A girl.

Will you lie down next to me?

That's how she used to do it.

Your mother?

You look so much like her.

Tell me this is how you show

your boy that you love him.

You've been such a good boy.

See how Mommy loves you?

- Tell me you won't tell the others.

That it's our secret.

Just our little secret.

- Stroke my hair.

Very gently.

[Moans of pleasure]

[Sobbing]

- You're a big boy now,

you mustn't cry like that.

I don't know...

Holding him, it was...

You don't have to explain yourself.

- Comforting him,

it was beyond me.

When he cried,

I couldn't console him.

I wanted to shake him,

to tell him: "Pull yourself together."

"Pull yourself together"?

Can you imagine the courage

it takes him to do this?

[Louison's excited squeals]

[Indistinct conversation in the distance]

What do I do with this?

David's clothes.

- Uh... You can put them outside,

on the sidewalk.

- Outside?

- Yeah, go through there.

Don't worry, I'll take them.

Where do I put them?

- Marco, Mary! Can you help me

with the wardrobe?

- Sure!

- Yes!

Hold on.

We're losing pieces!

- This is tricky!

- Yes, tricky!

- What happened?

You left and you were doing so well.

I'm not exactly the brightest, am I?

I need you to light me up.

My back's k*lling me.

- Need a massage?

- Are you a masseur?

- No, I'm your brother.

[Laughter]

- Let's go.

- Come on, let's do this.

1, 2, 3...

[Laughter]

And there we go.

Nicely done.

[Man's pained breathing]

- What are you looking for

in pain?

- I'm not looking for anything in pain.

I'm always in pain.

I have a chronic illness.

But here, at least,

I'm the one in control.

When it becomes unbearable,

I say a word and it stops.

You OK?

Yes.

Stop me if I get something wrong.

No objects.

No choking, no cutting.

No marks on the face

and no blows to the lower stomach.

Or the lower back.

- You know why you're here

and you agree.

[Cry of pain]

[Heavy breathing]

[Cry of pain]

[She coughs]

[Cries of pain]

[Labored breathing]

Breathe.

[Soft sob]

[Cries of pain]

Let go.

[Heavy breathing]

What are you doing?

Stop.

- I didn't ask you to do that.

- I know.

[Sobbing]

- Let go of me.

No! No, let go of me.

Please, let go of me!

[Kika screams]

[Sobbing]

Stop!

[Lively percussion music]

[Lively brass band music]

Is it a girl or a boy?

I don't know yet.

It's very small.

- Very small?

- Very small.

[Mysterious music]

[Soft music]

[Birdsong

and distant city sounds]