l suppose sometimes you have to go far away
just so you can come back home.
(Sighs)
When life knocks you down,
the secret is to get straight back in the ring.
(Bell rings)
Poppy, what are you doing?
Erm... l had a nightmare about my mum in prison.
Poppy, you can't just come in here like this.
Please go back to bed.
l'm sorry.
(Belle) If there's one thing I've learned from years of satisfying
the escapist fantasies of men,
it's that sometimes the best way to deal with a problem...
is not to deal with it.
Mmm.
Well, l'm suffering from jet lag, you know.
Kat, hi.
The doctor's rebooked you for3:00.
Says his thermometer is ready. Bring some lube.
(Sighs)
Discreet Elite.
Amber, pack your bags.
Mr Walsh is taking you to Milan.
Ciao.
lt's ltalian, hon. Yeah. Yeah. Google some phrases.
Heather, hi!
Do you do Kate Bush?
No, no, love. l think that's Kate Moss.
l can assure you we pride ourselves
on treating our customers with the utmost...
Strangle you with a dog chain?
- (Chain clangs, yelping) -Yeah, that doesn't...
Who was it you spoke to?
Charlotte?
This is the third message l've lef tyou now. Can you call me back as soon as?
- Thanks. - (Mobile phone rings)
- Discreet Elite. - (Man) Ah, hello. I was, er..
I've been on your website, and I'm only in town for one night.
OK, was there anyone you had in mind to keep you company, Mister...
Watanabe.
Mr Wata...nabe.
- (Mobile phone beeps) - Oh.
Excuse me. Can l call you back in one minute on this number?
- OK. - Thanks ever so much. OK, bye.
- Charlotte. -What was the purpose of your call?
Did you assume control of the agency whilst l was away?
l never assume control of anything. l just take it.
Right, OK. Well, l've come back to...
You've come back to a well-oiled machine, and you're welcome, by the way.
OK, l'm sorry, all right? l've got a very upset and frankly rather frightened client
to whom you've offered your own distinctive brand of services.
Fear is a necessary impulse. lt keeps animals alive in the wild.
Well, can you just brief me on what's been going on whilst l've been away?
Maybe we should meet up, like face to, er...face to...
face.
That's weird.
- Hi. Hi. - l don't have time for this.
- My client will be here in, er... - (Door opens)
Oh. Now.
This is David.
l believe you know each other?
Oh!
- Hi. - Hi, Belle.
Going in for something slightly harder these days, are you?
Excuse me?
Well, no. lt was you that first opened my eyes to new possibilities.
- l was just... - No, you don't have to explain.
l mean, it's not like we're... (Laughs)
lt's not like you've betrayed me or anything.
And l've been really busy lately. l'm running the agency at the moment.
ln a manner of speaking.
And, erm, l just got back from New York.
(Laughs) Which was fabulous!
Yeah. You know, l was there talking about, er, a big movie.
Yeah. A big hit Hollywood movie.
- So, l've been busy. -Wow! Really?
- Mm. - l'm really pleased for you.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Sorry. Well, we should be, erm...
No, no. Go.
(Chuckles)
(Mobile phone rings)
- Mr Watanabe? - Hi.
Yeah, hi. We talked earlier about a possible booking this afternoon.
Ah, yes.
Well, l've got just the girl for you.
She's been away...but she's back.
And believe me... she's our very best.
- So, is this your first time in London? - No, l'm here a lot on business.
l enjoy it, though - fine dining, wonderful culture...
beautiful sights.
(Speaking Japanese)
-You speak Japanese? - l've been to Tokyo a few times, yeah.
(Speaking Japanese)
l work for a Japanese whisky.
-Want to try? -Yeah, sure.
- Take ice? - No, no. l take it straight up.
- (Pop) - Ooh!
(Moaning)
- ls this nice? - This is.
Thank you very much. So relaxing.
Relaxing?
We can do better than ''relaxing'', can't we?
Come on.
Listen...
tell me what it is that secretly gets you going.
You know, something that just makes your body
just, like, explode with pleasure.
Er, l don't know.
This is all it has ever been, really. Just really good.
OK, well, ''Really, really good'' isn't good enough.
-Well... - Sir, you've come to the right place, OK?
This is what l do. We're gonna find out exactly what it is that gets you going.
- But l... - Shh, shh... Just let me think.
Toys?You know?
- Er... - No? No, don'tworry. lt's OK.
What about, erm...dressing up?
Role-play?Yeah, like, l could be, like, some hard-arse business bitch,
and you're here for some, like, hostile takeover.
OK, we can try...
Oh, no. No trying.
l know. What about the bathroom?Yes.
The perfect place to lock naughty, dirty people away!
(Both grunt)
-Are you all right?Are you all right? - No, that's OK.
You're not bruised, are you? Or...
- swollen? - Er...
(Chuckles) l think someone might be into a bit of wrestling?
Er, l used to love watching female championship wrestling as a boy.
(Crowd cheering)
OK.
Well, get ready for round one.
(Bell rings)
-Whew! Whew! - (Laughs)
Give it to me. (Grunts)
- (Grunting) - Come on.
(Grunting)
Whoo! (Laughs)
(Grunting)
(Growling)
Oh!
(Both laugh)
Come on! Come on!
- (Grunting) -Yeah!
(Laughs)
(Mobile phone beeping)
(Laughs)
(Bell rings)
(Grunting)
(Both laughing)
(Sighs)
(Laughs)
- Oh... -You're all sore. (Laughs)
Wow, that was, er... The bruises l will have tomorrow.
Oh, are you gonna get caught?
- There is no one to catch me out. - Oh.
No girlfriend, no wife.
Well, you don't sound too bothered about that.
Well, no.
Like you, l think, my passion is my work.
lf l'm not the best at what l do, then...
l'm not anything, really.
Charlotte, are you in town?
Yeah, l'd like you to bring your commission in to me this evening.
We have, erm... We have some business pending.
(Gunshot)
(Footsteps)
(Gunshot)
-What can l get for you ladies? - (Gunshot)
Singapore Sling, pineapple juice, and a drop of Bénédictine.
- (Bartender) And for you? -Vod...ka.
Vod...ka? Just vodka? Not even an ice and a slice?
Fine.
So, l assume you're feeling wounded by his disloyalty.
-What? -Your client. David.
lt's never happened to me, ofcourse - losing a client. But l hear it is awful.
David knows l'm the best call girl in this town.
(Chuckling)
-What was that? -A laugh.
You need to work on that.
So, why, then, if you're exactly what David needs, did he book me and not you?
Because l've been busy.
But now l'm back. Now that l am back,
he'll want me back.
Maybe you're not quite as good as you think you are.
Maybe you're just threatened by me. Maybe that's it.
lt's you who's threatened by me because you know l'm the best.
Well, there's only one way to find out, isn't there?
(Western music playing)
- (Gunshot) - (Chuckles)
We'd lift this area...
here.
- (Mobile phone rings) - Oh...
l am so sorry, Mrs Long. l will just switch that...
Will you excuse me one minute?
- Hello. - Hi.
Erm... l'm sorry that things were awkward earlier.
- No, l am so sorry. lt's just... - No, you don't have to explain.
ljust... l wondered if l could make it up to you.
- Maybe l'll see you later. - Later?
l missed you.
Lift this up there, tuck that, and, er, yeah.
Job's a good'un. OK, Mrs Long, l'll see you Friday.
(Door opens, closes)
(Gunshot)
(Slurping)
(Coughs)
- Belle. - Hi.
Hi.
l think it's time we moved you to the next level.
(Moans) Oh. Oh, Belle.
That's...
Oh.... Ow. Oh.
Charlotte. Charlotte. Oh... Ah! Ah!
That's it, that's good. OK. OK!
Nice and gently,just... That's...
Wow.
Belle.
(Fabric rips)
(Hats pinging)
-Ahh! - (Buzzer sounds)
(Fabric rips)
(Thud)
- (Choking) - Oh, my God. Oh!
What is it? What'swrong? What's wrong? What is it?
- (Grunts) - Oh, God!
-Are you all right? - l'm fine. l'm fine. l'm fine.
David, sit!
- No, no. Please... - Please, David...
l just think, you know, it's fine. You two just get on with it.
- Oh, well. l'm off. - No, we've got to go and do something.
-Why? - Because he's a really good f...
He's... He's a good guy. And we have to think of something.
Such as?
(David) Mmm.
Mmm. Mmm.
Ah...
l'm sorry about earlier.
This is exactly what l wanted.
You know...
you're the best.
Thank you.
Ow.
(Chuckles)
Well, l think he'll be back.
You have an impressive pelvic thrust.
-Aww... -And firm breasts.
Well, some of those moves you were pulling in there, you know...
not bad.
The truth is, l had heard you were good.
Your reputation precedes you.
l suppose we should've just...
sorted this out in the beginning instead of letting things drag on.
Speaking of which...
there's a human rights lawyer shackled to my boiler.
l suppose l should go and release him.
(Laughs) Yeah, exactly.
Oh, you... OK. Sorry.
Yeah, l'm sure... l mean... l should probably get home, too.
(Door closes)
''Hi, Ben, l'm home.''
''Hi, Hannah, my girlfriend. Welcome back to England.''
''Oh, Ben, l've missed you so terribly. l'm so glad to be back.''
''Really, have you? That's odd.
''Cos it actually looked like you got back this morning,
''and instead of coming up the stairs and crawling into bed with me,
''you apparently went to shag some strangers instead.''
-Are you enjoying yourself? -Where the fuck have you been?
Really? Really? The moral high ground, Ben?
When what actually happened was, l did come home this morning,
intending to crawl into bed with you, only what do l find?
-What are you talking about? -Who's this sleeping in my bed?
- Not fucking Goldilocks. - Christ, Hannah...
- ''Oh, Christ, Hannah.'' Exactly. - Do you want me to explain?
- No, l don't. - She got in without me knowing!
(Laughs) MyGod, this is amazing. l mean...
lf you're gonna lie to me, at least do me the courtesy of making it a good one.
l am not fucking lying! She literally got into my bed,
l literally woke up and told her to literallyg et out.
-What's going on? - Poppy, tell her.
- Tell her what? - Don't fuck around! This is serious.
You don't have to. l don't want to hear it. You two do whatever the fuck it is you like!
- Poppy! -What?
l don't... l just...
l'm sorry.
Ben didn't do anything. ljust... l got in.
-And then ljust... l got out. - Poppy, you can't do that!
l know, l know. l'm sorry. l won't do it again.
This is my house!
This is my life! You can't just...
You know, erm...
l think maybe you should go back to your mum's.
Now that there are no more skeletons hiding in the closet.
l'm sorry. l'm so...
Come on, you can see how l might've got the wrong idea.
Oh, yeah, fine...
if you hadn't just pissed off as always...
and not ignored what's going wrong here.
- Look, Ben, l'mjust... -And do you know what?
Actually forgive me if l don't find this all slightly hypocritical.
Me lying in bed with someone else,
given what you do every single day.
l know, l know. And l'm sorry.
l'm sorry. l mean, ljust...
Erm, l was...
l was just fragile and l was angry, and l just...
l just wanted to be Belle for a bit, you know, and not Hannah.
Oh, my God. When are you gonna get it?
There is no Belle, and there is no Hannah.
There's just you.
lt's just you who won't stop fucking this up.
lt'sj ust you who doesn't know what you want.
And l am getting so sick and tired
of waiting around to find out if it's gonna be me.
l've got a client. He likes role-play- very specific.
Special delivery.
(Fake gasp)
-You're not angry? - No.
Some people make you care, whether you want to or not.
- (Gasps) -You can, you can do anything you want.
ENGLlSH SDH