Hangar ends with the big date between Viard and Giorgio, who stroll into the former's candle-lit bedroom. There they sprawl on the filigreed, wrought-iron bed for flirtatious small talk, in the midst of which Viard gets a phone call telling him that the disc has been decoded, that he must stash it on a plane the next day. Viard cautiously eases into a wave of tender kissing that soon escalates into throbbing, palpable passion. Before long, both are down to their bulging white briefs and are soaring from dry-humping to mutual sucking and rimming. Now one is on top, now the other in a dizzying, multipositioned flip-flop fuck. Part sex scene, part love scene, the sequence sizzles from start to finish.
