Johan Page #3

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You know,

not all mothers are like me.

Maybe some in Paris.

But in the provinces...

they are not accustomed to it.

You have a different behaviour

in front of the camera.

Maybe because...

you are asking me questions

you never asked me before.

Then I am a little embarrassed.

To tell you the truth,

you never asked me that before.

So, it's not easy.

Hello boys; Johan is coming back.

How are you?

You are sitting in a strange way.

May I smoke one?

It's so hot in here.

I don't know if Johan

would undress, but I will.

About Johan, it would be nice

if you went to visit him.

L'll be filming on Saturday,

and it's his birthday

he wrote to me this morning

and he would like

to get some grass.

You could bring him some

hidden in a towel.

Grass hidden in a towel?

What a crazy guy he is!

It's true,

he needs some clothes and some

marijuana hidden in a towel.

But we will end up in jail together.

It's easy:
You unpick the towel;

you put the grass inside and

you sew it up again.

He always has strong ideas.

Read your book and shut up.

Finally, we're going to be cool!

My ammunition?

Yes my ammunition.

Yes I smashed all cops' barriers

and I came here.

Here is my ammunition.

Here is my ammunition.

She is more and more crazy.

No it's not ether.

No It's for heart patients.

About heart patients,

I have to tell you a story.

It's incredible.

When the cops arrested Johan,

he had his little bottle like me.

And the cops asked him:

"What's that bottle sir?"

"It's for my heart,

don't take it away."

And little Johan, sniffing, said...

My hart guys!

I sniffed a lot.

Then they kept the bottle saying:

"Well, we'll see if it's for your heart."

And every five minutes

Johan was saying

"Please sir, give me

my little bottle, I feel bad".

The first time,

when I saw you for the audition,

I didn't know you were a sadist.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because people

don't say such things.

And it's not written on the face.

Yes, I became sadistic because,

one year ago,

I began to go to such parties.

I was in vited,

and it turned out that I was sadist

and not masochist.

I could have been masochist.

Because it's a desire you get when

you see the others doing it.

Already when I was a kid,

I liked fighting very much.

Well, when you see somebody

punching somebody else,

if you want to punch, you do it.

If you prefer to be beaten,

you ask to be beaten.

But it's not written here

masochist or sadist.

And when you're looking for a job,

it's not good to say:

"I am a sadist, if you ha ve people

to punch, call me".

You don't say that sort of thing.

We know, because we all know

each other.

Among sadists and masochists

you have some who like

to hurt morally,

and others who prefer to hurt bodily.

Me I like to hurt physically,

but I don 't like to be hit.

We meet a lot of physically

masochists among old people.

More among guys from 45 to 60

than younger guys.

Very few young men

like physical pain.

They prefer moral pain.

You, you like this?

Yes I am a sadist!

When two people are having sex,

there is action.

Here, the action is the pain;

it's also the feeling of the one

who gives this pain.

Me, I just have the feeling of

crushing...

somebody weaker than me.

He can be stronger than me,

but I crush him all the same

because I am not masochist.

Oh, I had one...

One night, we had a party;

When something like that happens

they ask me to come.

Then, Jean Lou arrives.

And he earns 300 or 400 francs

for the night.

It's not bad.

This man. I stuck needles in him.

But it was not painful

enough for him.

Then another one came

and helped me.

That one is incredible.

He's the one who enjoys

dissecting little cats,

he puts some ants in their belly,

he sews the skin up again

He is a really hard sadist.

Then we had German barbed wire,

with spikes;

not the sh*t French one.

And we didn't use sewing needles,

but knitting needles.

Then we stuck

the barbed wire in here

and had a guy on one side

and a guy on the other side.

And the man was enjoying it

more and more.

I remember one.

We had to tie his cock

when it was not hard.

Then we hurt him

and his cock couldn't get an

erection because it was tight.

And little by little it split.

Not the cock itself

but the skin all round.

It's funny because

this sort of man can withstand pain.

Two hours later, they stand up,

it's finished;

they have made love.

Three legionnaires in the desert.

Johan, you were in the legion.

You deserted after two years.

You will tell us your stories.

Go guy!

You cheat fag!

Say it again.

Take care of your ass, b*tch.

L'm going to f*** you.

I take off the jacket.

Cut, it's good.

Do I look like the character

you are looking for?

Johan

My cameraman had an idea.

As we haven't found an actor

to play your part,

he thought I could play it myself,

because I know you the best.

Me becoming you,

the idea is fascinating but very

worrying too.

To become the one I love

frightens me a little.

However, maybe you are

my double,

this other half, as Plato said,

which was torn out of me

by the anger of Greek Gods.

There will be a scene on the stairs

of the Madeleine church.

Franois do you want an egg?

Don't put the shell on the floor.

What do we do with that?

Where do I put it?

It's for the extras.

They'll cross like that?

With candles and torches.

Look Franois is it ok when I cross?

The tattoo.

Johan

We will direct

the Hollywood scene you wrote,

the one on the stairs of the

Madeleine church.

You and me dressed in white,

sitting on a big white horse;

and all around us in front of

every column

a lot of extras dressed with togas

and carrying torches in each hand.

Dearest Johan,

At the Delign y swimming pool,

I met Walter,

a black American actor.

He is very cultivated

and makes delightful pastries.

Do you remember the first time

I had se x with you?

We nearly didn't do it.

I could not get an erection because

my desire was too strong.

I should have sta yed against you,

motionless,

enjoying that moment.

It's normal,

I had found what I had been

looking for, for a long time.

Do your remember the gift

you gave me or I gave you?

We'll never know who was guilty.

Personally, I think it was you.

And now I am going to make you a

chocolate cake.

Tell me; your man spends

his life in the kitchen?

How do we make

a chocolate cake?

Yes of course, some chocolate,

some eggs,

some grapes to give

an exotic taste.

And what else do we put?

Some sugar of course.

When is this cake coming?

Now!

Some flour;

we ha ve to mix;

some ginger.

Poor little cat,

you too are waiting for the cake?

Everybody wants his piece of cake

this night.

I think I don't need poppers.

I feel the same.

The cat is a star.

Yes you are a film star.

I think the cake is coming!

Some whipped cream.

Well, if I don't find a man,

I'll take you.

Here is your cake, darling.

Do you like it?

And what do I do now?

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