All language subtitles for SDOACG-S02E02

HANNAH:
I have a number,
a place to meet, and a name.

I'm Alex.

Hi, I'm Belle.

Oh, shit.

I'm so sorry, Alex.

Well, I just wanted to get
your advice.

Why do you want
to escort, Bambi?

Money.

I'm so sorry.

I didn't even know
it was in my bag.

Do you want go
for a drink?

Hannah? I thought
your name was Belle.

( telephone rings )
Belle's phone.

Hi, this is Bambi.

I'm taking care
of Belle's clients

while she's away.

My body is my work.

And if I'm not in good shape
then neither's my career,

so...

Belle is considering

some professional...

development.

Right. Let's take a look.

( upbeat theme playing )

Yeah.

NURSE:
Mm.

Augmentation, doctor?
Yeah. Without a doubt.

Yes.
I'd say a mastoplexy too.

Oh, I can see that.

It's a big job.

But it's not impossible.

No.

Uh...

Oh, sorry, uh...

this will give you some idea
of where the incisions would be.

Mm-hm.

Mm-hm, you, uh,
you cut round the nipples?

Yeah. The nipples are
repositioned in the mastoplexy.

It's a lift so we'd have to move
them up the breast.

There will be
some scarring,

but since there's a change
of color anyway

it's a nifty solution.

Hm. Nifty.

DOCTOR:
Hm.

You've got a slight abnormality
of the breast

that's what's called tuberous.

Tumorous?

No, no, tuberous.

It's a condition where the
breasts are quite long in shape

rather than high and round.

We can correct it.

God, I didn't realize
there was an actual term.

Well,
it's not uncommon.

Have you had children?

No.

I should ask,
what exactly has prompted you

to consider the surgery?

Well, I thought in my line
of work it might be useful.

Are you a model?
Yeah.

S-stroke actress.

Stroke physical therapist.

Stroke counselor, stroke--

I'll put self-employed.

Do I--? Do I need them done?

At least Belle
can claim it back on tax.

( over phone ):
Hey, Hannah, it's Alex.

Um, I wondered if you still
fancied that drink?

Let me know if you've got
a free evening.

Hardly.

Belle's a busy girl.

Hi-- Oh, sorry, Belle,
you were--

No, no, it's fine, it's just me.

Hi.

( laughing ):
Hello.

Uh...

Look, I'm sorry
if I seemed a bit rude--

No, no, not at all,
you're at work.

It's just with Eleanor there.
Yeah, course.

Thanks for seeing me.
I just thought it was better

than going to see
some stranger.

Belle.
Yeah?

Maybe we should make
another appointment.

With you or with me?

( chuckles )

For me, with you.

Yeah, I can do...

Tomorrow.
Just an hour.

Tomorrow afternoon,
4 at mine?

Yeah, that's grand, thanks.

Can I, um--?
Yeah.

( sighs )

I should probably--
Yeah, probably.

( both laughing )

I can't wait.
Look forward to it.

( giggles )
( clicks tongue )

Just...

( door closes )

I can't go on a real date
like a normal person.

I'm a prostitute.

That's what I am.

( jazzy theme playing )

HANNAH:
I'm an independent prostitute.

No agency, no madam.

No one leeching off me.

In the end,
you can only rely on yourself.

Belle! Belle, hi!

Bambi.

I knew it was you.

How are you?
Yeah, good, ta.

I should say thanks
for all the advice you gave me

about the job.
Oh, you're welcome.

I'm going for it.

( laughing ):
Oh! Wow!

Well, that's good...
I guess.

So, um, have you done
proper research?

I mean, have you, um--?
Have you got an agency?

I'm sorted. I've been talking
to this bloke on the Net.

He's got his own
studio-type thing in Bow.

Take your pictures
and everything.

( upbeat theme playing )

Bambi, Stephanie.

Stephanie, Bambi.

All right?

Good Lord, look who it is.

It's just an introduction and
it's probably a very bad idea.

You brought me
a little friend?

Yeah, and I'm off.

Oh, Belle, wait.

Can't you stay?
She's scary.

Bambi, you were off to some
strange bloke's garage in Bow.

Yeah, but-- Oh, go on,
just for a minute.

Let's have a look.
Profile.

Yeah, needs work, but we could
have something here.

Punters love a new girl.

Can't help that.

Yeah, but nothing
can replace experience.

Ooh, older girls
always say that.

I'm not old.

No, I just mean for an escort.
You know, the body changes,

young girls come up
on the inside.

Bambi, sweetheart,
it's the only job

where the less you've worked
the more you can charge.

Nearly half of which she takes,
by the way.

Are you just going
to undermine me, Belle?

No. I'm just being honest.

You know, Bambi, you need work,

but my books could really use
a nice British girl.

That used to be Belle.

She was always available,
all about the job,

100 percent escort.

I'm not all about the job.

It's just Eastern Europeans
and nasty porn stars these days.

I did a bit of porn.

Funny, they all look down
on you lot, you know.

"I'm a performer,
not a prostitute,"

and you're all "I'm an escort,
I'd never do porn."

Well, you know,
in my time I've done things

you couldn't even imagine.

The work will always
be there.

A city without whores is like
a house without bathrooms.

Have a think about it.

Actually, I reckon
I've made my decision.

I wanna be independent.
Like Belle.

STEPHANIE:
Well, if you ever
change your mind...

You too, Belle.

The door's always open.

As long as your legs are.

( upbeat theme playing )

I can let you know
what I do,

but I'm not gonna be
your mentor.

( giggles )

Ment-whore.

( laughing )

Okay, sorry,
let me know what you do.

( sighs ):
Just so you know,

the most important thing:
safety.

And that is why...
Look at this e-mail.

See, I'd never go near this one.

"Hey, baby,"
and he's misspelled "baby."

BAMBI:
You're a snob!

Yeah, I am a snob. The whole
tone of it's wrong.

( phone rings )

It comes with experience.

You know, I've, uh-- I've got
to a point where I'm more--

I'm more confident,
not easily intimidated.

What's that?

It's just some bloke who wants
to go on a date with me.

I'll do it.
No, not--

Not like that.
Proper, real-life date.

You should go.

No, bad idea.
Good idea.

Anyway, uh,
so I was saying,

the biggest security stuff
happens before the appointment.

You should call that bloke back.

No, I don't date, like,
civilians.

It's just a drink, my days,
if I didn't know,

I would say you were
well in need of getting laid.

Hardly.

You are all work
and no play, babes.

( sighs )

Yes, I don't know.

Somewhere along the line,
since my best mate left London,

I sort of couldn't really be
arsed with a personal life.

There's not that much going on
except work.

It'll be larks.

Have a beer, have a flirt.

What's your real name?

( sighs )

Hannah.

Well, Hannah needs
some loving too.

Yeah, maybe.

Go, on do it.

I'm not gonna leave
until you do it.

Go on! Do it!

Do it, do it, do it--
All right, okay.

All right.

( funky theme playing )

Hi, um...

HANNAH:
Okay, bye.

( computer beeps )

So I, um,

have a date tomorrow night.

Yeah, it looks like you do.

( sensuous theme playing )

These days I can get ready
for a client in my sleep.

They like big hair,

big breasts,

and a big smile.

( sighs )

But you can't fake everything.

( grunting )

That's it.

I'm gonna make
such a mess of you.

( sighs )

I'm sorry, Belle, I don't think
it's gonna happen.

Are you sure you should have
any more of that?

It's not this.

Oh, my God,
it's my tits, isn't it?

You think they look
like spaniel's ears,

with nipples.
( chuckles )

No.

Well, yeah.

( both laugh )

No, but not like that.

You've got lovely,
normal breasts.

Hm, normal.
Do you want some?

No, I don't.

See, I look at them now
and I think what I said to you.

It's your job.

Yeah.
God, I hate my job.

Really? Why?

Anal bleaching.

Vaginoplasty.

( both laughing )

Look, I know it's your
choice and all

and I know, you know,

women are free to disempower
themselves these days

or whatever.

Yeah, we appreciate that.

I should be helping
burns victims.

I could set fire to my breasts.

That won't be necessary.

I specifically started
seeing you

because you
haven't had work.

I don't want to be scrutinizing
another man's work

when I'm... in the moment.

Sure.

I can't work on you
and carry on seeing you.

There's something
still a bit...

normal about you.
I like that.

Thanks very much.

I've become a shitty person.

No! It's your work.

You don't see me
getting all moralistic

about what I do, do you?

Yeah, well, your job is about
making people feel better.

I make people feel
awful about themselves.

Tuberous breasts.

We made it up.

Breasts are breasts.

There's nothing wrong with you.

Really?

( grunts )

Really.

( giggling )
Mm-hm.

( funky theme playing )

I'm definitely
keeping this though.

Mm-hm.

( both chuckling )

Oh, the last time I rang
you to make an appointment,

I got that other girl, um,

the one who answered your phone.
What?

The one you sent round
instead of you.

It's just I'd rather see you
than your replacement.

What girl?

Stealing clients off me?

You answered my phone
the other week

and now you've been on my laptop
and replied to that e-mail?

I am trying to help you,
I just--

I can't believe you've been
so fucking disingenuous.

You know what?
Don't call me back.

( exhales )

This is why you should
never help anyone.

Other people are bastards.

And now I have to go on a date.

With a real person.

( soft piano music playing )
( indistinct chattering )

Hi.
Hi.

Sorry I'm late.
It's okay, sit yourself down.

Do you want a drink?
Uh, I'll just--

I'll have whatever
you're having.

Okay, uh, bottle of a--

Actually, no, wait, I'll--
I'll have what I want,

and I'll have...

ooh, I'll have a beer.

I'll have, um,
a glass of red wine.

Cheers.

Cheers.

No, I was just saying
thank you to him.

Oh, right.

Yeah, because we haven't
got our drinks.

( laughing ):
Yes.

Ooh.

( both chuckling nervously )

Have, um...

Sorry, you've-- Have you--?

Don't worry.

Oh. Oh, my God.

No, no, not that,
not that, um...

It looks like there's something
drawn on your--

( laughing ):
Oh, yeah. No, this is--

It's a moustache.

I am so sorry. Oh--

No, no. Not a real one.

I-- I drew it on.

Sometimes I like to draw
facial hair on myself.

Excellent.

Um, do you know
what you're gonna have?

I might have the steak.

Hm.

So, you've, uh--
You've just moved back?

How are you finding London?
Ah, oh.

I'd forgotten how great it was,
you know?

Nobody looks at you.
Nobody gives a shit.

You know, you could walk
down the road

with a big massive stupid hat

and people would just go,
"Oh, look, there's a guy

with a big,
massive stupid hat."

( both laugh )

Sometimes I go to the shops
in my pajamas.

( both laughing )

What do you do?

Ah, that's a--
That's a really shit question.

Sorry.

I'm a nighttime
legal secretary.

Shall we order?

Yeah.

No, no, why are you thinking
about getting surgery?

I wasn't seriously
thinking about it.

Well, maybe just a little bit.

One of the fastest-growing
areas of surgery

is in repairing
botched boob jobs.

Yeah, they harden,
they-- They rupture, they--

They leak into the body, it's...
Oh, God.

I'm sorry,
we've just eaten.

No, no, don't worry,
I'm not squeamish.

Neither am I.

That's-- That's good.

What does that mean?

I don't know,
I'm really drunk.

( both laughing )

It's just, uh-- Looked like you
were going to do something

really, really wicked
to me later.

No, I just-- I just meant
because you're a doctor.

Oh good, you talked your way
out of that one.

Although I am going to do
something terrible to you

as well later.

Really.

Jolly good, I hope
you brought the equipment.

( both snickering )

Wow.

( clears throat )

( phone ringing )

Is that you?

Is what me?

Oh.
Yeah.

Sorry.

What?
I'm so sorry, Belle,

I didn't know who else to call.
MAN: Come on, darling.

I'm in trouble.

Come on.
I'm with this guy

and he's gone really weird.
( doorknob jiggling )

I've locked myself
in the bathroom but

I just don't know what to do.
Where--? Where are you?

MAN: Fucking hell!
I don't know. I can't remember.

My head's gone all funny.
I can't think straight.

Okay, okay, calm down.
Catch your breath. Um...

Was it a hotel?

Yeah, yeah.
Um, can you see any of those

toiletries around you,

you know, those little bottles
that you get?

Oh. Yeah, okay.

What do they say?

Um, it says the Blakely.
MAN: Come on. Come on.

I think I know it.

Okay. Don't worry,
I'm coming over.

( knocking at door )

I'm so sorry. I've gotta go.
Are you all right?

I'm gonna come with you.
Uh, no, no, you can't.

It's a friend. Sorry.

( scoffs )

Thank you. Thanks.

Shit...

What room? Which floor?

( suspenseful theme playing )

I'm just about to get concierge
up here. Open the door.

He left.

You all right?

What happened?

Jesus,
I'm having a heart attack.

I'm so sorry
about everything.

It's fine, don't worry.
What happened?

This guy just opened the door

and he was really quiet,

and I was gonna count the money
but he stopped me.

And I saw that the top
one was a 20

but underneath that
they were all photocopies.

Not even very good ones.

Was this the man from my e-mail
that you replied to?

I knew it.

He told me to take off
my clothes, but I wouldn't.

And he got really angry

and he pulled my dress down,

so I ran to the bathroom,
but he just kept shouting at me.

It's okay. It's okay, come on.

It's all right.

( sobbing )

It's okay. It's all right.

Come on, we better go.
He might come back.

Oh, my goodness.
No, it's-- It's okay, it's fine.

Come on,
just get it together.

It's from ages ago.
I try and cover it.

( mellow theme playing )

I didn't mess up your night,
did I?

No, Bambi,
don't worry about it.

How'd your date go?

Well, he didn't assault me,
so better than yours.

Come on.

( dramatic theme playing )

You should
rethink this.

I know I fucked up but I can
change. I can get like you.

No, no, y-you mustn't.

That's exactly the attitude
that destroys you in this job.

You can't let it
take over, okay?

You-- You can't let it
change you.

I need you to tell me
all about this bloke

so I can alert the other girls
on the Net.

Can I maybe stay
with you tonight?

( The New Pornographers'
"Adventures in Solitude"
playing )

♪ Balancing on ♪

♪ One wounded wing ♪

♪ Circling the edge ♪

♪ Of the never-ending ♪

♪ The best
Of the vanished marvels ♪

♪ Have gathered
Inside your door ♪

♪ More than begin ♪

♪ But less than forget ♪

HANNAH:
I know the job
is kind of taking over my life.

And now it's taking over
other people's.

But there's one thing
that's normal about me.

One thing that's Hannah's,
not Belle's.

THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS:
♪ We thought we lost you ♪

HANNAH:
Well, two things.

THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS:
♪ We thought we lost you ♪

HANNAH:
And maybe I shouldn't
let them go.

THE NEW PORNOGRAPHERS:
♪ Welcome back ♪

This is the kind of girlfriend
I can be.

( moaning )

What do they want?

I hope that you're
thinking about me.

Alex, I can't go out with you.

He's my husband.

It's fucking over.

It's nice to know
I have this effect on people.

( jazzy horn theme playing )