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Everyone nice and civil.

Thank you.
And roll sound, please.

- Ready?
- One, take one.

That's beautiful.

Two, two, two, two, two.

Good day, gentlemen.
How are you, man?

Yeah, I mean, We'll just...
See how long it takes her...

Just asking her questions
and seeing where it ends up.

Yeah.

Where do you want me?

Angie. Hi. Uh, welcome.

Look, just... Over there.
Thank you.

All right, folks.
Let's lock it down.

Keep it quiet.

- Here?
- Yep, that's fine.

And feel free to move around
in the space.

All right, look, um.

We're already rolling,
so, um... You ready?

- Yep.
- Okay. Great.

And...

And action.

Like... like I said,

why don't you start
by introducing yourself.

Now? All right.

I'm Angie, and I'm a sex worker.

Is that okay?
Do you want more than that?

Um, where do you work?

Potts Point,
near the post office.

Okay,
and... and how old are you?

Depends.

How come
you're all the way back there?

Oh, it just..works better
for the lights and the cameras.

Okay. Do you mind If I smoke?

Um, actually,
I'd prefer If you didn't.

Why?

Uh, it just doesn't look
very good on camera.

Well, it used to in the...
Old movies.

They always did it
before a sex scene.

Can I ask you a question?

If I make a mistake,
can I do it again?

- No.
- Why?

Because it's an interview.

Yeah,
but don't you normally take,

like, all the different bits
and pieces

and put them together later anyway?

True, but I would like to
do this in one take.

- Cause it's cheaper?
- Uh, it's kind of an experiment.

And you've got enough film
to do it all in one go?

No, we'll have to...

do I have to stick
to the topic?

Can I talk about anything?

You don't think it's
gonna get a bit boring?

It's about sex. It'll be fine.

What sort of people
are gonna watch this movie?

All I can see
is a guy in a raincoat.

Hi.

Well, he's certainly
not the target audience.

Then who is?

Oh, people like me, I guess.

You'd... Make more money
from porn, you know.

Well that's not
what I want to do.

- Make money?
- Make porn.

You know... Mr. Raincoats
gonna feel pretty ripped off.

If It's all talk and no action.

What If I did a little strip
for him... would that be okay?

- Depend on the context.
- Context'?

Sex is sex, babe.
It doesn't need a context.

Okay. Forget that.

- Why are there so many cameras?
- Why so many questions?

It's all new to me.

Well, you could have asked them
before we began.

How much
do these sex films cost?

- It's not a sex film.
- Would I get paid extra?

- For what?
- For stripping.

Double my fee, I'll do it.

I don't have the budget.

Really? Well, these cameras
look pretty expensive.

I bet you didn't get those
from a garage sale, did ya?

- How 'bout $500, then?
- I don't...

What, yes, no?
I'm not worth it?

Hey, I didn't say that.

Will you tell me... How much?

$300? $250? $200?

- Okay. Come on.
- $200?

Is that a $200'?

You're a bit of a cheap Charlie,
aren't ya?

I'll take my top off for that.

Could you get someone
to turn up the heater?

So, what do you think?

It doesn't matter what I think.

What sort of an answers that?

I'm showing them off for you.
Hey, not for me.

Well,
for you, for them, whoever.

Don't be an asshole.

Okay. They're very nice.

Is this camera on?

They're all on.

So, what do you want to do now?

Can we get back
to the interview, please?

Sorry.

My name's... Norma.

And my name's Jean.

We're gonna be in a movie. Wow!

All those boys looking at us.
Hello, boys.

Hi, Mr. raincoat.

What do you think
of the director?

Ooh, he's kind of cute.

He's staring at you.

No, not at me... at you, Jean.

Is he? I wonder
If he's getting a hard-on.

You are. I'm just cold.

- So?
- So, what?

You don't have anything to say?

- No, not really.
- Anyone?

Guess we've done breasts.
What's next?

I'd just like you
to answer my questions.

Well, why don't you
fucking ask some?

Okay.

What does sex mean to you?

Um... What does sex mean to me?

Multiplication and division.

- Sorry?
- It's my answer.

Multiplication and division.
I don't get it.

Well, If you prefer,
I could talk about my pussy.

Actually, I'd rather you
just explain what you mean.

Why don't we start on
the surface and work our way in?

You mean...
Figuratively speaking.

Do I?

Do I? I don't think so.

I think I mean,

let's start with cunts and cocks
and see where we end up.

See that?

Isn't that just one perfect ass
for a good spanking?

Go on.

Gimme some sugar.

And I'll answer
all your prayers.

Oh, for fuck's sake...

could you just, like, try
to work with me a little bit?

Oh, you...
you don't get it, do you?

If you want me to get into this,
then you're gonna have to

- give a little bit.
- I am.

I thought I asked for someone
to turn up the heater.

Yeah, It's happening.

Still cold in here.

- Well, It's a big space.
- Aw, no shit.

You're the intellectual type,
aren't you?

I know your kind.

You have to think
about everything,

- rationalize everything.
- Yeah.

Look, If you don't
lighten up a little bit,

not much is gonna happen here,
yeah?

- You with me?
- I think so.

I think so.

I don't think so.

Geez,
you're so fucking monosyllabic.

Ah, that's a big word.

Yeah, I've got
a lot of big words, honey.

I bet you're really dirty,
aren't you?

You intellectual types
are like that.

You hold back, but when you
let go, you're fucking scary.

Am I right?

Yeah, see? There you go.
You're thinking about it.

It's a simple question,
but you've got to think about it

from every different angle,
like "Oh, should I say this",

"or what will be
the ramifications If I say that,

or this, or"... fucking just...
geez, just fucking do it!

When's the last time
you said "cunt"?

I... Don't remember.

Bullshit. Say it.

Well, in what context?

Just say the word.

Cunt.

- Was that so difficult?
- No.

- Then say "smelly cunt."
- Ah, see that's derogatory.

It's a cunt. It smells.
They all do. Say it.

- I don't see why...
- Geez, just fucking say it, man.

- Do it!
- Smelly cunt.

Thank you.

Would you like to do down on me?

It's a yes or a no.

No.

What, not... Now?

Not here?
Not any time, anywhere?

You said it was a yes
or a no question.

You married?

Is that it?

Playing Mr Faithful,

but it's okay to talk about sex
with other women?

- Sure.
- Why?

What... If... If I'm...
If I'm gonna talk about myself

and reveal myself to...
to you and them,

then I've at least
got to trust you.

You can.

Yeah, well,
then start opening up to me.

- I'm the director.
- And that's the point.

You know, if... if...

If we were making a film
about racing-car drivers and...

and I hooned up to you
in my little red car,

and I was like, "hey, get in.
We'll go for a spin."

You would.

Even if you were scared shitless,

you would 'cause that's
how you'd win my trust.

- So, sex is different, is it?
- Of course it is.

How? It's just bodies fucking.

My God,
If we can't even get past

the simple,
basic mechanics of it,

how the fuck are we gonna
move on to anything interesting?

So, what's your wife's name?

You won't even tell me
your wife's name?

Matilda.

Matilda.

It's a very Australian name.

- Is she named after the song?
- I suppose she is.

How patriotic.

Hey, Matilda.

What do you reckon?

His tongue, my clit,
nothing emotional?

I get to find out if he's for real,

and he gets to make
his little film.

He any good at that?

Let's stick to the topic,
shall we?

Is he?

Sorry, I've just got to...

Hello? Hey.

Yep. No.
No, I can't. I'm... Busy.

Um... Yeah, tomorrow. Yeah, 4:30.

Yeah,
I'm looking forward to it, too.

Yeah.

Okay, bye-bye. Bye.

- Sorry.
- Was that a client?

No. My daughter.

She's with her father.

Cut that bit out If you want.
Now, uh...

- Where were we?
- Um...

Start from the beginning.

Um... Tell us about yourself,
you know, what you do.

Well, aren't you gonna use
any of the stuff from before?

Yes, I am, I just think
we should start again,

get things going properly
this time, okay?

Okay. Got it.

Uh... Hi. My name's Angie.

I'm a Scorpio
with an Ares rising.

I was born in Singleton,
and now I live in Sydney.

I'm a sex worker.
And I work in a parlor.

Single, never married.

I like music,
especially hip-hop.

Um, I collect spiders
and old playboy magazines.

I have a science degree.

You have a science degree?

Organic chemistry.

What,
a hooker can't be educated?

You don't sound like someone
with a science degree.

Well, you don't sound
like a movie director.

What, I'm supposed to
be some kind of...

Junkie with 10 kids
and no way to support them?

- It happens.
- Yeah, it does, but it's not me.

But you're part of it.

- What... what about sex slavery?
- What about it?

Well, do you condone that?

- Do you?
- Of course not.

Then why would I?

Jesus fucking...

Forced prostitution, pimps,
and trafficking are wrong, okay?

They're illegal and they're wrong...
You know?

But it's...
it's not the whole story, you know.

It's like...
it's like in the movies.

How many hookers
have a happy ending?

They always get killed off in some...

dark alley or cheap motel.

It's what they deserve,
you know?

That's the fucking PR.

The... it...
we've gotten a really bad rap,

but some of us actually plan to
grow old and have grandchildren.

- Okay.
- Yeah.

Okay.

So,
how did you first get into it?

My legs wide open.

It was a serious question.

Ooh,
I like it when you get serious.

- Come on, Angie.
- Oh, I know.

Look, I was at uni.
I needed a job.

I rang up a parlor
and got an interview.

- Why not some other job?
- The money.

Someone said I was
sitting on a gold mine...

May as well use it.

- And that's it?
- Yep.

It's not that simple, though, is it?

I mean, It's not like
working in the shop.

Why, 'cause I get to lie around all day?

No warranties, no guarantees.

No returns.

Other than that,
it's pretty much the same.

- Except I'm the merchandise.
- Exactly.

Exactly, what?

- Well, you're selling yourself.
- So?

Well, that's a part of yourself
you're giving away.

No, no.
Not giving away, selling.

What about your emotional self?

Oh, my emotional self!

I'm not selling
my emotional self.

I'm selling a commodity.

Yeah, but that commodity is you.

Yes, and your point being?

It's intimately you.

And if you're an accountant,
you're selling your brain.

Shit, how intimate is that?
It's simple. It's a job.

J-o-b. Job.

And the sooner everyone
figures that out,

the sooner we'll get proper
occupational health and safety.

You know,
everything else we should have.

Family courts
still take our children away!

We're not aliens, you know,
if you prick us we do bleed.

So you dismiss sex as being
no different than anything else?

I don't dismiss it at all!

It's... it's an incredibly
powerful instrument,

but... but it's not some divine,
godlike thing...

not on it's own...
and that's not a moral thing, either.

- No moral dimension?
- No, absolutely not.

I don't believe you can say that!

If you make a cup of tea,
that has no moral dimension.

If someone puts arsenic in it,
then it does.

Come on, that's not
a reasonable comparison.

- Why not?
- Because tea isn't intimate!

It's not even personal.

A body is just a body.
A word is just a word.

"Fuck" is not moral.

"Fuck you" might be.

It's the intent that is the morality.

Sex in itself is just sex.

It's in, out, in, out,
in, out, in, out.

It's not fucking brain surgery.

But you're doing it for the money.

- That is the intent.
- Oh, is that it?

It's the money!
What about you?

You're making this film,
and it's about sex.

You want to get paid.

And them... they're watching it.

And they're paying to watch it.

I think we're all in this together,
don't you?

I liked sex before I was a sex worker,

and most of the time,
I like sex as a sex worker.

I love what I do!

Love what I do.

- I love what I do.
- Do you really?

Yeah. Something wrong with that?

Oh, you don't believe me.

Well, you must get
some pretty strange types.

Yeah, I get people like you,
actually.

You know what I mean.

I've probably fucked your father.

Well, that's unlikely.

- He's in a wheelchair.
- So?

What was it like
the first time you did it?

You mean for money,
as opposed to flowers and chocolates?

Yeah. Were you nervous?

Yeah, but not
for the reason you think.

I was nervous
because up until then,

I'd been an amateur,
and now I was a professional...

a pro...
and there's a difference.

There's expectations,
responsibilities.

You got to deliver...
do you know what I mean?

And did you?

Absolutely. I got right into it.

I bought a black wig
and I went Spanish.

Management were looking
for a marketing angle.

Apparently, organic chemistry
isn't a turn-on.

You can't be too smart.
The mugs don't like it.

So, that first time,

the client asked if I did
a "passionate" service.

- What's that?
- Well, that's what I asked.

It means kisses and cuddles,
and I thought, "that's okay."

"I can do that."

I was so naive.

I thought it meant
just kisses and cuddles...

well, it doesn't, of course.

It means kisses, cuddles,
and full service.

And when he went
to spread my legs, I said,

"what are you doing?!"

I didn't think prostitutes kissed.

Oh, really?

And what particular magazine
did you get that from?

We're not clones, you know.
We... Do what we want.

Some do passionate,
and some do G.F.E.

G.F.E.? What... what's that?

The girlfriend experience.

We pretend to be your girlfriend.

We sit around the kitchen table,
we have a cup of tea and chat,

we wash the dishes,
we watch some TV,

then we go to bed and fuck.

- It's not for the fainthearted.
- Right.

So, it's not just
all standard lovemaking, then.

Lovemaking?
Honey, you are so adorable.

I get all sorts of requests,

and what they ask for
and what they want

are not necessarily
the same thing.

Well... well, normally,
they are, but sometimes...

You've just got to...
read between the lines...

dig a bit deeper.

- Like a therapist?
- I'm not a therapist.

No,
but you have to be like one.

I'm not there to cure
anybody of anything.

Some of them
might be a bit weird,

but there's nothing wrong
with them.

If a guy comes in
and asks for sex,

I've got to work out,
does he want an orgasm or company,

or... or flattery, or human touch,
or a finger up the ass?

It's very confusing being a guy.

You walk around
with that thing in your pants,

controlling how you feel,

and you don't know
what to do about it.

And what about the consequences?

- What consequences?
- Well, like diseases.

You never heard of safe sex?

Relationships, then.

- Mine or theirs?
- Theirs.

Safe sex.

No, I didn't mean physical...
I meant emotional.

Oh, so did I. Safe sex.

Sex with rules.
Sex with boundaries.

Time limits.

They come and see me
and blow out some steam

and then they go home
and play happy families.

It's a win-win.
The wives should love us.

- They don't, but they should.
- Do you get envious?

- Of what?
- Of their family lives.

If family life was so good,
I'd be broke, and I'm not.

I have an apartment in town

and an investment property
up the coast.

Business is thriving.
Families aren't.

And what about your relationships?

Ooh, well, I've had boyfriends,
like everyone else.

And what do they think
about what you do?

Some of them are okay with it,
and some of them aren't.

And If they don't like it?

Well, If they want me,
they have to accept it.

Yeah, but don't they get jealous?

I like them to be jealous.
Or just a bit.

That's a contradiction,
isn't it'?

If you say so.

- You ever dated a client?
- Maybe.

Tell us about him.

It's a she.

- A female client?
- Most "shes" are.

- Uh, do you see many women?
- No.

- Do you like seeing them?
- Nope.

- Why?
- Women are too hard to read.

A guy's got a fat dick
or he hasn't.

Women aren't like that.

Tell me about her.

- Nope.
- Why?

It's personal.

But I'll tell you about Arthur.
Not his real name.

Well, do they ever
tell you their real name?

Probably not, but I wouldn't know...
I don't ask.

- It's not relevant.
- So, is Angie your real name?

What do you think, sweetie?

Do you think Angie's my real name?
Do you?

So, what would you like
to call me, then?

I can be anyone you want.

I could be Kylie, Lulu,
Françoise.

I can even be mistress Violet.

But she'll cost you more.

I'm not a client.

You're paying me by the hour

and I'm giving you
what you want.

Not the same.

Listen, honey.

I've got hundreds of guys
who want to videotape me,

so don't think
you're anything special.

You've just got a bigger camera.

Big lens, big camera...
that's why I'm charging you more.

Take it as a compliment.

I'm not doing it
for gratification.

We're all doing it
for gratification.

Oh, really?
And what about the real you?

The real me?

Fuck.

If you prefer I talk
about the structure properties,

composition, reaction,

and preparation
of chemical compounds,

I'll give you another name.

But what the hell are we talking
about all this other stuff for?

This... is the real me,

and if you don't understand that,

then what the fuck are we doing?

Do you want to continue, or not?
It's up to you.

- I thought it was...
- Oh, well don't.

Just ask the questions.

Okay.

That, um, that guy... Arthur.

You want to tell us about him?

He was married. Two kids.

Had a thing for underwear.
Loved used panties.

He came every Tuesday morning,
10:30, like clockwork.

Except one day, he didn't.

He didn't turn up.

His wife was there instead.

Lucy.

She'd found out about me.

Wanted to meet me.

Wanted to know
what I had that she didn't.

She said she wanted to know
what it felt like to buy someone.

I said,
"I'm not for sale."

She took some money out
and put it on the dresser...

And she told me
to take off my panties.

So, did you do as she said?

As I was told.

- I was doing my duty.
- Duty?

- My penance.
- You felt guilty.

I felt wet.

She lifted up my dress...

Then she gripped the fabric and just...
pulled it apart...

- tore it.
- Just like that?

Just like that.

I can't imagine you
letting anyone do that to do.

Oh, didn't let her.
She just did it.

Anyway,
that wasn't what bothered me.

It was the way that she looked at me.

The way she... examined me.

Then she took off her knickers
and she... sat on the bed,

and then she just...
spread her legs...

And she told me to show her
how good I was.

I knelt between her thighs and I...

I remember looking up
and seeing her smile...

Like she had me exactly
where she wanted me.

She grabbed me by the hair,
and she just pushed me into her.

So deep, I...
I couldn't breathe, you know?

It's funny, but I... I felt this
urge to prove myself, you know,

that I was good...
that I was worth it.

And she came?

She came three times before
she let me come up for air.

And then, when she recovered,
she... she said I was okay...

and a lot better
than her husband.

Then she held up her knickers

and said he'd never
get to smell them again.

And she dropped them on the carpet...
and then she left.

Just like that?

Just like that.

It was the end of the session.

Well, did you...
ever see her again?

Wow, I don't believe it!

You said you don't believe it.

W... I...
It's just an expression.

- Is it?
- What?

- Is it real?
- Is what real?

The story.

It was a fantasy, sweetie.

Oh, some of it was real.

What? What's wrong?

Oh, come on.
Don't be like that.

True? False? Does it matter?

- Of course it matters!
- Why?

Does everything have to be fact
to be valuable?

So, goodbye Chaucer,
goodbye Shakespeare.

But they were writing fiction.
They didn't pretend it was true.

Yeah? So?

When you read a book
or you see a movie,

you believe it, don't you?
I mean, I do.

You know, when the monster
jumps out from behind the door,

you scream because you're there.

You're right there.

Otherwise,
it wouldn't mean anything.

Yeah, but this is different.
This is supposed to be real.

It is real!
It's as real as anything else.

Geez, the fact that
I may or may not

have made up a few things
is just part of me.

It's who I am and how I work.

It's what makes me me.

And I'm the person
you're interviewing.

Do you have any other questions?

Sure.

All right.

So, when you're making love
with a client...

- I don't make love.
- Having sex.

- Fucking.
- Fine.

How do you separate love
and sex?

With a condom.

But isn't sex a...
an expression of love?

I assume you're being
deliberately contentious

rather than just plain stupid.
I think it's a fair question.

Really? They're two
completely different things.

Well, that's not
what most people think.

Well, it's like blackberries
and apples.

You put them together,
they make great pie,

but they're equally as good
on their own.

Okay. Forget love.

- Do you even like your clients?
- Most of them.

What do you like about them?

I told you... their money.

- That all?
- It's a good start.

What about their personalities?

First money, then... smell.

- Then personality.
- You like their smell?

- Some of them.
- What If you don't?

- I hold my breath.
- It's that important?

Of course it is.

Penetrates deeper
than a tongue or a penis.

It goes right inside you.

The only thing that can
penetrate deeper is the truth.

That's why the best sex
is always after an argument.

It's... when you're
most vulnerable and honest.

Warts and all,
everything's on the table, you know?

Yeah, but when you're working,
it's different, isn't it?

In what way?

Well,
you don't open up to them.

- Oh, don't I?
- You tell me.

Of course I do, honey.
I open up real wide.

I didn't mean it like that.

I'm more honest with them
than most of their wives are.

And I can tell you for a fact,
they're more honest with me.

Yeah, but only about sex.

Oh, about anything...
everything!

You know, it's like a confession,
except a real one.

I don't hold back...
neither do they.

Then they fuck, they shower,
they leave all clean.

- What about you?
- What about me?

Do you leave all clean?

- Depends.
- On what?

Don't know.

- You must know.
- I don't.

How many clients have you slept with?

- Next.
- You're not prepared to answer?

- It's a dumb question.
- Why?

Because I don't count.

It's also got that moral undercurrent

- that you keep going back to.
- It's a simple question.

Yeah.
What's interesting about it?

It's the kind of thing
people like to know.

And why?

I guess because most of them

haven't had as many
partners as you.

- They're not my partners.
- Sexual partners, then.

So, how many oranges
have you had in the last 10 years?

It's different.

Mm. Okay. All right.
I'll work it out for you.

Let me see. Um...

Okay, on average,
three per shift.

That's... 5 shifts per week...

5 times, I don't know,
30 weeks per year...

5 times 30... that's 450.

Then 10 years, take away 2
when I was in Europe... Oh.

Uh, 450 times 8.
3,600.

3,600 fucks!
God, I hope you're impressed.

Should I be?

Oh, you try working that out
in your head.

Sorry, I thought you meant...

Yeah, I know you did.

Okay,
what else do you want to know...

how many blowjobs,
how many orgasms?

I know. How many toes...
fit in a foot fetish's mouth.

You like to manipulate,
don't you?

- Do you know the answer?
- What?

To how many toes
fit in a foot fetish's mouth.

- Six.
- Why six?

Well, 'cause that's the answer.

Come on, ask me something else.

How often do you orgasm
with your clients?

- Real or fake?
- I guess that's my question.

Yeah, thought it was.

- What do you think?
- How would I know?

Men never do.

You've seen so many porn
and Hollywood versions,

you've got no idea
what's real anymore.

Have you seen the film
"When Harry Met Sally"?

Oh, yeah.
God, wasn't it great?

She was so real!

Oh, my God!

Hmm. We don't even have to try.

You didn't find her convincing?

No. There wasn't enough pain.

- Pain?
- On her face.

So women feel pain
when they have an orgasm?

- Yeah, I do.
- So it's... not pleasurable?

I didn't say that.

The more pleasure,
the more pain.

It's, um, something
you guys miss out on.

If you... If you didn't,
you'd probably understand us better.

I'm... I'm sorry.
You've lost me.

Yeah, of course I have.
I don't know.

Look, it's not something
you can put into words.

It's something you feel.

It's part of being a woman.

It's not just sex,
it's... it's our whole being.

You think about, it's...

Childbirth... pleasure or pain?

- Pain.
- Yeah. Of course.

And pleasure.

One of the greatest pleasures
possible.

You just think
we have mood swings, you know,

we're full of contradictions...

premenstrual,
that sort of thing...

but...
we are the highs and the lows...

In the most minute detail.

When you shoot, that's it...

straight, linear,
relief, done.

It's not like that for us.

So, you do fake it?

You're so male!

Does it matter?

Yeah, of course it does.

It's very important, isn't it?

It's not just male ego, is it?

Well,
it's not entirely male ego.

It's more than that.
It's, um...

It's ownership... and power.

It's primal.

If you can give women
that amount of intense

pleasure and pain, then you've finally
got something to offer.

Sticking your dick in her cunt
may give you children,

but it'll never give you
the woman.

You've got to do more than that.
You know it.

And she does, too.

Do you know what
the most common fantasy is...

With all the guys
that come to see me?

Uh, I don't know.
Being with two women?

- No.
- Oral?

No.

You know,
there's only one fantasy

that they all have in common...
every one of them.

And it's that I'm getting off on it...
for real.

That even though I'm working
and they're a customer,

they're so fucking good at it

that I can't help
but get turned on.

Right, so you do fake it.

- Of course. It's what I do.
- Right.

However, when I don't fake one,

It's because
I don't much like the man,

or he hasn't been
trying hard enough.

Well, he's paying you.
Why should he have to?

You get what you pay for,
you know?

Cash means you get a fuck.

Effort means you might get more.

Hmm. All right, what about
when you're not working...

do you still fake orgasms then?

Boyfriends
are completely different.

Do you always tell them
what you do?

- No. Not always.
- Why not?

You mean, so, like,

when a guy in a bar asks me
if I'd like a drink,

I should say,
"yeah, yeah, thanks,

"I'd love a Bundy and Coke,
and, by the way,

did you know I'm a hooker?"

All right, then,
what about later on,

after you've been dating
for awhile?

It's not always that simple.

Why?

Because it creates issues
for some guys...

like, first they want to know
all the details,

and then they become
all funny about it.

It... it wouldn't matter
if he'd slept with hundreds of women.

You know, he'd judge me
for doing it for money,

or only dirty drug addicts
or hookers...

"Oh, she's a slut,
and I can't be with a slut."

Okay.

Why don't we get back t--
um...

Fantasies.

Do you have a favorite fantasy?

I might.

It's the casting couch.

I get to, um,
you know, dress up,

and put on my Marilyn wig.

- Do you want to know how it goes?
- No, not really.

Of course you do.

All right, well,
it starts off with me...

me asking him questions
about the script, so...

And then I read a few lines.

"Hi. My names Angie."

I-I start off all confused
and uncertain,

but I'm so desperate
to get in the movie,

do you know what I do?

I expose my breasts.

And at first, he resists.
He's all... professional.

He-- he tells me
I'm being inappropriate, and...

Do you know what's next?

I can guess.

It is pretty predictable.

I do end up, you know,

bent over the couch
with him fucking me from behind.

So, whilst he's doing it,

I start reading the lines again,

and as I build up
to this big crescendo,

he starts coming on
with all these,

"Oh, yeah, baby.
That's great, babe."

"Let's do it together, babe."

And then... that's it.

He's done.

So, are you trying
to tell me something?

Tell you what?

Oh. I see.

Movie director, casting couch.

You, me, Marilyn.

That's just a coincidence,
sweetie.

You wouldn't have the balls.

- Do you know what you are?
- What?

You're a vagina man.

Vagina men...
they're afraid of women.

Most men are vagina men.

Cunt men aren't,
but you're no cunt man.

You don't even like
saying the word.

- It's just a word.
- Oh, don't worry about it.

There's nothing wrong
with being a vagina man.

You just got to make sure
you find yourself a penis girl.

Do you know what a cunt man
wants in a woman?

No, but I'm sure you're
gonna tell me anyway.

A wet woman.

Meaning?

Means what it says...

a wet woman,
a woman who gets wet.

Oh, when she's excited.

Maybe all the time.

It's not so much a statement
about the woman...

It's more about the man.

So, a man who can take a wet
woman is a man who likes women.

It's the biggest point
of difference.

Most men aren't wet men.
They're dry.

That's why the really dry men,

they take a shower
straight after sex...

to get rid of the wet.

To get rid of her
and all that nastiness.

But she... if she's a wet woman,
she's wet everywhere.

The outside, inside,
in her brain.

Female sex is wet.

Women are wet.

Men are dry.

Did you know that?

Can't say I'd ever
thought about it, no.

That's because
you're a vagina man.

Right.

I knew a woman once.

She used to like to strap on
a dildo and penetrate men.

- Did you?
- Yes, I did.

Was her name Matilda?

My question is,
what does that make her?

It makes her a woman who likes
to fuck a man's bottom.

Yes, obviously,

but I meant in the context
of what we're talking about.

Something different again.

Sex isn't about pleasure.

You said sex was about pleasure
and pain.

No, I said women
are about pleasure and pain.

Sex is about procreation
and power.

Anal sex has nothing to do
with procreation, so...

That just leaves power.

So when she buggers him,
who's in control?

She is.

And when she did it to you,
what did you feel?

I never said she did it to me.

If she did it to you,
what would you feel?

Vulnerable, I suppose.

Why?

Well, because...
I would be at her mercy.

You would, wouldn't you?

On your knees,
head down, taking it.

What, like a woman?

So women are at your mercy
when you fuck them?

- Hang on, I didn't say that.
- Yes, you do.

When you fuck a woman, you know,
spread her legs, penetrate her,

she's at your mercy...
vulnerable... isn't she?

No.

Then you must be
a really bad fuck.

You know what? Why bother?

Do you ever find Matilda,
you know,

watching TV
while you're doing it?

Because that's what I'd be doing.

Geez, man, just go for it!

For once, just take control.

Just fuck her... like no tomorrow,
like she deserves it.

Christ, if I said that...

Oh, what...
you'd be a misogynist?

- Yes!
- You are a fucking misogynist.

- I do not hate women!
- Oh, you are polite to them.

You respect them.
You treat them courteously.

- Isn't that all right?
- You're just gonna twist around

- whatever I say.
- Oh, but surely,

- that's all true.
- Yes, it is.

And you'd never want
to hurt them, would you?

No.

So, there you go.

"There you go" what?

You're the perfect gentleman.

How can you not want
to penetrate the woman you love?

I do!

Oh, yeah,
with a little poke and a shower.

If you really loved her,

you'd want to penetrate her
so deeply, it would hurt.

I would never want to hurt her.

I'm talking about hurting her and you...

at the same time.

Hurt till you can't bear it anymore,
and then...

And at that moment...
she'll possess you... equally.

You'll both have given up...
to each other.

And that's when a man
starts to love a woman.

That's when he starts
to understand her.

- I need a break.
- Well, we're not stopping now.

That's easy for you to say.

I'm the one doing all the work.

How much research did you do
for this film?

Have you ever been to a hooker?

So, what did you do?

- Not much.
- Oh, come on.

You must have got something
for you money.

We had sex.

Oh, wow. Really?

Did you tell wifey?

It happened before we met.

That wasn't my question.

- She never asked.
- You never thought to tell her.

I didn't think
it was appropriate, no.

Oh, because good boys
don't do that sort of thing?

I suppose so.

So, why tell her now?

She... she'll see this film
when it's finished, won't she?

So... she's gonna find out.

What's she gonna think?

- How the fuck should I know?
- Well, you should know.

And you should care, too.
That's how it works.

Well,
thank you for the free advice.

Hey, sweetie,
I'm just trying to help.

What,
w... now you're my therapist, eh?

I can be anyone you want.

I can be anyone you want.

Truth or dare?

Truth or dare?

Truth or dare?

What?
Choose it.

You're such fucking hard work.

It's because
you don't have a hard-on.

That's the problem.

- What makes you hard?
- What?

- You heard me.
- Foreplay.

Foreplay.
What kind of foreplay?

Intimate foreplay.

- Like what we're doing now?
- This isn't foreplay.

Are you sure?

Sometimes, foreplay can
just sneak up behind you

when you least expect it.

- Do you know what I mean?
- Not really, no.

You're supposed to tell the truth.

- I am.
- I don't think you are.

Well, that's your problem,
isn't it?

Well, actually, you know what?
It's your fucking problem.

Because now I get to give you a dare.

Take off your clothes.

I'm sorry?

I know you are,
but it's too late for that.

I didn't mean that kind of sorry.

I don't give a shit
what sort of sorry you meant.

Can we get back
to the interview, please?

- This is the interview.
- Me interviewing you!

First, I've got to make sure
that you're clean.

And don't think
you're anything special.

I inspect all my clients.

I am not a client.

Oh, no,
of course you're not, honey.

You're a big movie director.

So, why don't you start
getting your gear off,

then we can get things rolling?

I haven't got all day, you know.
Huh?

Okay. Fine.

If you don't want to play,
that's your choice.

Where are you going?

Angie, we had a deal.

Bye bye. Ta-ta. Ta-ta.

Angie. Angie!

Fuck's sake.

Don't do anything.
Just keep rolling.

Angie?

Listen. Listen.

Can we just talk about it,
please?

And what exactly
didn't you understand?

Take your fucking clothes off,
or I'm out of here.

It's really very simple.

I haven't got all day, you know.

Come back inside.

You'll get undressed?

- Yes. I...
- Finally! Thank you...

Okay.

Okay, everyone else,
out of the room.

You. You. Out.

Trust me,
you don't want them to be here.

How long do you want them
to go out for?

For as long as it takes.

And, uh, leave the cameras on.

What do you want to do?

Okay. Lock off the cameras.

- To what?
- Just lock off the cameras.

Lock off the cameras.
Just lock off the cameras.

Come on!

All right, Jan. Get 'em out.

All right, everyone.
You heard the director.

Let's... clear the studio.

Thank you.

Thank you Mr. director.

Come on, come on, come on.

Don't worry.
Everything's under control.

Thank you. That's everyone.

That's everyone.

If he's a good boy,
you can all come back.

Wear a short skirt.
It'd suit you, darling.

Thank you, thank you.

And close the door, yeah?

Bye-bye.

- Thank you.
- All clear.

All clear.

Hmm.

That's better, isn't it?

Just the two of us.

Oh, come on.
What's with that sour face?

You made me take my top off,
show my titties to the world.

That's different.
You volunteered that.

Yeah,
now we negotiated a price,

just like we're doing now.

Do people go
and see unfinished films?

- No.
- No. I didn't think so.

Before we started, I didn't have
very much to bargain with,

but I do now, don't I?

That was a question.

- Yes.
- Yes.

So, there you go.

Do you remember the casting couch?

Well, this is the other version.

In this version,
she gets to fuck him,

and he gets to find out

what it's like
to be on the other side...

ass up, head down.
Do you know what I mean?

Are you with me?

You told me before we started

that I could do or say
anything I wanted...

that you wanted to figure out
what made me tick.

Well, I'm ticking.

Take off your clothes.

You've got
till the count of three.

One!

Two!

Can I at least
leave my underwear on?

Yeah, right.

But you can leave your socks on.

Men look so ridiculous
with just their socks on.

Don't you agree?

Was that a yes or a no?

- Yes.
- "Yes" what?

- What's my name?
- Angie.

Angie?

What, your little fantasy girl
from next door?

I don't think so.

Underpants.

Come on.

Now stand up straight.

Hands to your side.

Turn around.

Turn around!

That's your last warning.

The next time you don't
follow my instructions,

and I mean immediately,
I'm out of here.

- Is that clear?
- Yes.

Good.
Then we understand each other.

Face me.

You know,
they're waiting to find out

what's gonna happen next.

They want to know
how far you're prepared to go

for this little film of yours.

So... how far will you go?

Not far.

Oh,
you are such a fucking wimp!

Well, if that's what you think.

I'll tell you what.
I will let you redeem yourself.

I'll give you
one more instruction,

and If you do it
to my satisfaction,

I'll let you
put your clothes back on.

Deal?

- Depends.
- Depends?

Wrong answer, sweetie.

Play with yourself.

You must have seen that coming.

I haven't got all day. Huh?

How does this work?
You shouldn't touch that.

- No, no, no.
- Don't touch that!

I know, I know, I know, I
shouldn't touch it, but look...

I'm touching it.

Uh-huh.
So, where is that naked man?

He can't be too far.

I'll stop when you start, okay?

How much fun is this?

It's like a giant strap-on.

It's like
a heat-seeking missile.

Are you hot, my dear?

- Fuck you.
- Yeah, not me, sweetie.

Up, going down, and... going up!

Oh, this is just like
target practice,

and you're
my little clay pigeon.

I hope you're having fun.

Okay.

Okay, I'm doing it.

Sort of disappears
in your hand, doesn't it?

It's such
a precious little thing.

You got a name for it? Uh-huh?

Do you know,

I have never understood
why men give it a name.

And it's always a male one...
one-eyed Fred, Pedro, Simon.

So gorgeously gay.

There's even a website
where you can register the name.

- Hope you're satisfied.
- What did you say?

I said,
I hope you're satisfied.

Did you?

Oh, thank you, my sweet.

No, I'm not,
but I'm getting there.

- Are we done?
- Oh, look... concentrate!

You clearly can't do two things
at the same time.

You said if I followed
your instructions, that I...

Yes, yes, yes, yes, I know.
Oh, God!

Don't quote me back
on everything!

And keep going!
Who told you to stop?

You don't even know
how to wank properly.

- Fuck!
- Fucking faster.

I shouldn't have to show you
how it's done.

You're old enough
to know better.

Faster!

There you go.

You just needed
a little encouragement.

You can stop.

I'm getting bored.

You know, you are boring.

Quite pathetic.

What are you?

I'm waiting.

I can't hear you.

I'm waiting.

I'm boring.

And...?

And...?!

Pathetic.

No, you're not.

You can get dressed now.
We're done.

So, next Wednesday, same time?

Maybe not, eh?

I'll check my diary.

- You okay?
- Sure.

Really?

- Yeah.
- I wasn't too hard on you?

You had your moments.

I can be a lot stricter
than that. Mm-hmm.

I wasn't sure
you'd go through with it.

Well, if it's any consolation,

I wasn't sure
I'd go through with it, either.

I felt like giving you a big hug.

Fuck me,
it didn't feel like it.

Of course not.

Wouldn't have meant anything
if it had.

Do you get off on it?

Being the dominatrix?

Thought that was obvious.

And what about someone
doing it do you?

Yeah. I can go there.

What?

Why are you looking at me
like that?

I just... thought you'd like
to be in control of everything.

I do, when I'm working.

So you don't do it for money.

Um... others do. I don't.

For me, it's not like sex.

Sex can be work or play.

I can turn it on or off.

But submission... it's different.

It's got to be a lot of trust.

And you can't fake it.

At least, I can't fake it.

Can fake pleasure, but not pain.

Do you know what I mean?

It's hard to describe.

You know the feeling
when you're so happy...

That you want to cry, or you're
so sad that you want to laugh?

It's a bit like that.

The pleasure starts to build up
until it hurts,

and then the pain
starts to feel good.

Can it do that?

Yeah.

And it's like,
I want it to stop...

But I also want it
to go on forever.

- It's so confusing.
- Uh-huh.

Oh, I just got it.

It doesn't happen always,
but... when it does,

It's very...
very, very, very nice.

Should we ask them
to come back in?

Yeah, I suppose we should.

You can come in now!

Just for the record,
I'm so glad you told them to leave.

Oh, I wouldn't worry.

No one's gonna believe
you did anything anyway.

They're gonna think
it was all make believe.

If I asked you to do it
in front of the cameras,

would you have done it?

- Absolutely not.
- Why?

Uh, for 100 obvious reasons...
not the least of which,

I wouldn't have been able
to release the film.

What, because of a silly erection?

Some may find it repulsive.

But it's just genitals
doing what genitals do.

It's not a big deal.

I mean,
you make it sound so simple.

What, I... it is, isn't it?

It's not like
they haven't seen one.

A cock's a cock.

They're all...
basically, pretty similar.

I mean, you can have a film...
where...

Someone's guts are ripped out
by a knife or an alien

or something
and no one raises an eyebrow.

Or on the news, there's...
images of... death and masochism.

That's okay, but... show everyone
a perfectly healthy erect penis

and they get
all over-the-top excited!

What is with that?

What if you'd come?

Straight into the lens?

Now, that's a film!

I don't think
that was ever gonna happen.

If you had good aim,
it'd be a great shot.

What if it was in slow-motion?

Like, really slow?
Just...

All over the lens! Oh!

What if I had an orgasm now?

- Could you?
- Easily.

And they probably wouldn't mind
as much.

Women's orgasms
aren't as much of a show.

You go out, we go in.

So I could just fake it.

But not like in that film.

I'd fake it for real.

You know what I mean.
Might be real, might be fake.

That'd just confuse the censors.

Why would they care?

Well, real sex...

is classified differently
to simulated sex.

You got to be joking.

So, if the actors do a really good job,

then the film might get banned,

but if they're bad actors
or they do a bad job,

then it's okay?

Yeah, something like that, yeah.

But in all seriousness,

unless there is a close-up
of a cock in a cunt or a mouth

or an ass or something,

then how can they...
how can they tell?

They're paid to know.

I hope you're being facetious.

What about what we did before?
Is that considered sex?

No, not in their minds.

So, they're only worried
about the physical stuff?

Pretty much.

Um, we're still gonna get
an adult rating.

- Why?
- The "fucks" and "cunts".

What, but they won't worry
about "penises" and "vaginas"?

- No, not so much.
- What about scrotums?

You know, I actually don't know
where they fit in.

Um... probably down
with the testicles.

Yeah, huh?

What if you could smell films?

What would they do then?

I mean, sex and smell.

The actors "simulating" sex,
no actual penetration,

but just... lots of kissing,
and... touching, and... rubbing.

It's still simulated,

but what would happen if they
started getting right into it?

You start to smell it.

And then... it starts wafting
through the air in the cinema,

up into our noses...
up into their noses.

Can see them getting...
all excited,

trying to figure out
if it's real or not.

Yeah, that's, uh...

That's, uh, not special effects!

No, that's uh...

That's real.

I can smell vagina...
a mile away.

So they ban it.

Because it's wet.

And what about this film?

Does it... smell wet to you?

A bit. Not much, not yet.

- Not yet?
- Yeah.

We've still got time.

What are you gonna call it?

- The film?
- Yeah.

"Black And White And Sex."

Oh! Oh! She doesn't like it!

Is it gonna be
in black and white?

Well...

Don't think
Mr. raincoat's gonna like it.

He's still there, isn't he?

Yeah.
Not sure he's awake, though.

Mm. He is now.

Um, anyway,
I think it's a good title.

I mean, you know, it's sex!

It's... it's something that
everyone has an opinion on,

you know?

There are those who believe
that anything goes,

and there are those who believe
that it's just the devil's work.

I mean,
there's no in between with sex.

There...
it's either this or that,

or good or bad, black or white,
you know?

- Can't be.
- Can't be what?

Devil's work.
It's got to be God's work.

- Why?
- Devil's work divides things.

Heaven and earth. Adam and Eve.

You and I. Us and them.

It's what creates divisions,
conflicts.

God's the opposite.

God is...
everything that brings things together.

Connects us. Like sex.

That's why it's so compelling.

You with me?

The devil...
is black and white.

God is gray.

Devil is man and woman.
God is sex.

What?

Oh, I can just see them now.

- Who?
- The Christians.

What Christians?

The ones who will be demonstrating

outside the cinema,
waving their placards,

defending their faith.

Yes, but I wasn't talking
about their God.

I was talking about mine.

- And they're different?
- Yeah!

My God...

My God is...

A great, big, horny God!

A huge, metaphysical horny.

A giant cock. A massive cunt.

A big, wet, sticky,
Yin-Yang cosmic cuddle.

A fuck to end all fucks.

Big Bang was just foreplay.

Did you know the Vatican
is full of little dicks?

Vatican representative
used to go around

and cut off the dicks
of the old Greek statues,

but they kept them.

A weird thing.

So there's, like, drawers,
just full of little stone dicks.

Saw a documentary on it.

Dicks of antiquity.

I think you should call
your film "Mr. raincoat."

Okay, thanks.
I'll think about it.

Or..." Love And Tickle
And Happy Ending."

Oh, but, you see,

we don't know if it's gonna
have a happy ending.

That's true.

You're like a butterfly, aren't you?

What do you mean?

You just... you're... here,
you're there, you're everywhere.

Sorry. It's just me, I guess.

Don't be. I like it.

Do you?

Yeah, I do.

Do you like me?

Isn't it obvious?

Are you trying to come on to me?

Yeah.

I want to get inside you.

What do you think
you'll find in there?

Huh?

Just hot air, sweetie.

You know those blow-up dolls,
just a surface with orifices?

- That's me!
- I don't think so.

Scratch the surface,
you might get a surprise...

- I might blow up in your face!
- Come on, Angie.

What?
Red lips and a shaved pussy?

A tight little anus?

A thousand fantasies.

I would have thought
that was enough for any man.

- Angie, stop talking crap.
- What? What?!

Oh, what it's all right for you,
isn't it,

standing there behind your camera,
asking your questions?

How safe is that?

I've got as much at stake here
as you.

Oh, that is fucking bullshit.

Well, who was the one over here
masturbating before?

Well, you know what?

Apart from me,
no one else could see you.

Angie,
when this film comes out,

I'm the one who's
gonna be judged...

not you.

Is that what you think?

Am I just the victim here,
forced to do and say things?

God, you've got no idea, do you?

I am fully accountable!

I know it, they know it!

Women are always the ones
who are judged...

especially women like me.

You look me in the eye

and you tell me that you see me
like any other person.

You can't, can you?

That's 'cause you see me
first as a whore,

and then as a person.

They do, too.

We're either whores,
mothers, or lovers.

Then I'm the whore...
isn't that right?

Course it is.

But I'm a lot of other things,
too.

I'm good.

And I'm bad.

But I'm not black and white.

I'm sorry.

You should be.

Do you want to stop th--
the interview?

- Do you?
- No.

You know,
I wasn't bullshitting.

I am like a blow-up doll.

Inside me, there is hot air.

It's the breath of all the men
who have entered me.

When they're lying on top of me,
I watch their faces.

Strangers, with red faces all puffed up,

panting like puppies.

I can feel their breath.

I can smell it.

Can't help but inhale it.

When it comes to blowjobs,
I'm it.

Do you know
what a lot of people don't get...

what they don't want to get?

It's that I like it.

I'm not supposed to, but I do.

I like to...
I like to draw these guys into me...

Deep inside me,
so they can't escape.

It's where I find my strength.

It's also a weakness.

I'm trying to understand.

There was this one guy.
He was in his 80s.

His wife was dead.
He was on pension.

He wanted to give himself a treat...

a massage with a happy ending.

Uh, problem was,

he didn't think he had
any happy endings left in him,

so we decided to
give him a double, you know,

like, full treatment.

Rubbed our breasts all over him,
got right into it.

We only got like $30 cash each.

We didn't care.
We got such a buzz.

Especially when he came.

He was a dear old chap.

He's probably dead now.

I was probably
his last happy ending.

And we have special moments,
too,

where we can do a lot of good.

I don't expect you to understand.

It's who I am.

We're all different.

They say that...

men love to have sex,
but It's not true.

Women love to have sex.

Men have sex to love.

It's the only way they can love.

And doing what I do
means that I get to see it more

than just about anyone.

It's not there for very long,
but when it is, it's real.

Maybe that's why
the wives don't like us.

You know, I'm jealous of you,
your, uh... courage.

Your honesty.

I love the way your mind works...

the way it just...
cuts through things.

I mean, fuck,
the way you tell it as it is.

I wish I could do that.

You know, before, how I said
you were like a butterfly.

You... You are.

But you're also...
you're like a chameleon.

I never know who I'm gonna get.

And just when I think I've got you,

you just slip through my fingers.

Makes you kind of...
unattainable.

- Moi, unattainable?
- Oui.

Well, honey... All you got to do
is hand over your amex.

Fantasy's extra.

How much extra?

Well, that depends
on what you have in mind.

What if I wanted to seduce you?

- Do you?
- It's my fantasy.

Really?

- And who am I?
- You're a sex worker.

Hmm,
that shouldn't be too difficult.

But you're off-duty.

Am I? And who are you, then?

Me.

Naughty boy.

What would Matilda say
about that?

There is no Matilda.

There's no Matilda?

No. There was, but...
we split up.

- You lied to me!
- No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

No, I didn't!

I... I never said
I was married now.

You just assumed that.

Fuck. You fuck!

- Well, is there anyone else?
- No.

- There's no wifey?
- No.

Jesus!

Well, is there anything else
you want to tell me?

- Yeah.
- What?

We have met before.

You know, I thought
your face looked familiar.

Mm-hmm. I visited you once.

Long time ago.

At work?

How many times did you see me?

Just the once.

Ooh, I must have made
quite an impression.

Yes, you did.

Well, why didn't you come back
and see me again?

I was in a relationship at the time,
and you were, um...

Just a bit too tempting
for safety.

In what way?

I don't remember the details,

but...
I just remember the feeling.

- Did we fuck?
- Yes.

- Did I come?
- I think so.

You telling me the truth?

Yeah.

Well,
how did you track me down?

Spoke to, uh, Eddie,
at your old place.

Eddie?

Aww, I haven't spoken to Eddie
in ages!

- How is he?
- He's good, he's good.

Yeah?

He said you still have
his "Top Gun" movie.

Um, I think it was actually
"Top Gun" the porn movie.

What do you think they're
gonna think of all of this?

I have no idea.

They're probably
as confused as I am.

I'm sorry I...

I hope I didn't spook you.

No.
Well, maybe a little bit, but...

It's okay.

Think I find it a little romantic.

Okay.
So... In this fantasy of yours...

What happens next?

Um... I'm not sure. We talk.

You can do better than that.

You put on a blindfold.

Do I?

Yeah.

Well, do you have one with you?

No.

What about this?

Will this do?

How's that?

Now, what am I gonna do
with you?

Take off your dress.

Just like that?

Yes, just like that.

Well, don't you...

Wine me and dine me
and give me flowers first?

- No.
- Not even a kiss?

Well, maybe later, but, um...

Only if you're very good.

You do remember I'm not
wearing any undies, right?

Yes, yes, I remember.

When do I do it?

Now.

And am I taking off my clothes
because I want to...

Or because you're instructing me?

Both.

Right answer.

And, um... Leave your heels on.

Women look so good with
just the heels on, don't you agree?

So?

What do you think?

You already know what I think.

I need more than that.

Hey, that's the best compliment
there is.

Finally,
Mr. raincoat has his moment.

Mm. You okay with that?

Of course.

I like him. He's honest with me.

What now?

Put your hands
behind your head.

Now you wait.

- For what?
- For me.

- For how long?
- As long as it takes.

For what?

I'm still here.

Spread your legs.

Come on,
you can do better than that.

That's it.

Touch your nipples.

Squeeze them.

Harder.

Harder.

Like that?

- Are you wet?
- Yes.

Yeah? I know.

How do you know?

I can smell you.

Is that a good thing?

Yes. Yes, it is.

Definitely.

Aren't you worried
about the censors?

All they can see is nudity.

Are they that blind?

We are having sex, aren't we?

Of course we are.

Thank God.

I'd hate to think
I was on my own.

Huh.
It's not just with me, though.

It's with all of them.

I hadn't forgotten about them.

That's what makes this
so exciting.

Take off the blindfold.

Please.

Look at them.

Tell me what you see.

My reflection.

I meant beyond that.

- Well, Mr. raincoat, of course.
- Mm.

And some others...
some men and some women.

How does that make you feel?

Vulnerable.

Shy?

No.

Why?

'Cause I'm in control.

How's that?

I got the boys by their balls.

Uh-huh.

What about the girls?

It's a little more complicated.

Are they envious?

- Maybe a few.
- Angry?

- I hope not.
- Some will be.

I suppose so.

At me or you?

I don't know.

What do you think?

Don't know.

I suppose We'll find out
soon enough.

I suppose so.

Can I get dressed now'?

Yes.

You're staring at me.

Sorry.

I don't mind.

What?

You think this is gonna ruin
my reputation?

Oh, I needed that.

I always like one after sex.

I'd like to stop now.
The interview?

Yeah.

I don't think
I've got anything else to say.

Nothing else I want to say.

I do.

What?

- What?
- I'll tell you later.

- Will you, now?
- Mm-hmm.

Does life exist
after the credits?

I thought we just went poof!
Poof!

And disappeared into the ether.

Will I be invited
to the premiere?

It's your film.

Of course You'll be there.

On the screen
or in the audience.

Both.

- Tell me now.
- What?

What you want to tell me later.

Come on.

Come on.

Go on.

Mattie was a sex worker.

Matilda?

Matilda's a whore?
She was... before we met.

Fuck! Fuck!

- Fuck.
- I didn't know.

She didn't tell me until
our first wedding anniversary.

Well.

I suppose
we all have our little secrets.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm.

And when she told you,
uh... How did you take it?

Not very well.

Oh, don't tell me
that's why you left her.

Aw, you didn't, did you?

You didn't break up with her
because she'd been a hooker?

So, you didn't love her.

I did. More than anything.

That's a funny way
of showing it.

I just felt
that she'd betrayed me.

Why?

Because she hadn't told you
up front?

And If she had?

Would you have dated her?

I mean, would you have fallen
in love with her, married her?

And then you wonder
why she didn't say anything.

Maybe... maybe she didn't want
to lose you.

"Till death do us part,
for better or for worse."

She's better off without you.

Just that when I looked at her,
I didn't see her anymore.

I...I only saw all the other men
that she'd slept with.

Look, it wasn't rational, okay?
I wasn't rational.

I... I wasn't thinking
about her or us.

I was thinking about...
How I was gonna explain this

to our friends and colleagues
and my family.

- Oh, who gives a fuck?
- I did.

At the time, I did.

But then, after she left,
I realized that...

Too late.

You never gave her a chance.
No, I didn't.

Or myself... I never gave myself
a chance to listen to her,

to... To understand.

Did you ask her to come back?

Every day.
I always got the same response.

Taken her all that time
to trust me,

and then I just...
Rejected her like that.

Yeah, well, I don't blame her.

Know what I said to her?

I said I'd forgive her.

As If she needed
my forgiveness.

She got remarried
three months ago.

She's pregnant now.

I'm sorry.

Mm, fuck, babe. I'm sorry.

It's good to tell someone.

You haven't spoken about this
to anyone?

Well... It's kind of hard
to know who to tell.

And they might react like I did,
and... Let's face it.

There's only one person
that should be judged here.

It's not Mattie.

You know, all I've wanted to do
since she left is just...

Stand on top of a building

and scream out
at the top of my lungs that...

You know,
"my wife was a whore...

I love her to bits."

Maybe that's
what you're doing now.

Hmm.

Is that why
you wanted to make this film?

It is, isn't it?
This is therapy.

Well, it was Mattie
who said I should make a film

about sex and sex workers.

She said
I might even learn something.

And have you?

Yeah. I have.

What's she gonna say
about all this shit

you've been saying about her?

I don't know.

I'll speak to her and...
See what she Says.

If she wants,
I'll... I'll cut it out.

Otherwise, you'll leave it in.

You're braver than I thought.

Before,
when you were seducing me,

was that...
Was that me, or was that her?

Ironic, isn't it?

You're the first woman
I've wanted since she left.

And I'm a hooker.

I don't know what to say.

I don't know what else to say.

Maybe that's it.

Maybe I should just leave now.

Well, It's up to you.

It'll end however you want.

However I want? Really?

Well, then.

It's got to be something
more dramatic.

We should have an argument,

and I can say, "fuck you,"
and then I'll leave.

Storm off.

- Not sure of that.
- Fuck you!

- Okay.
- No.

- No?
- Nah.

- No?
- Nah.

No.

No, I think you're right.

Well, maybe I could
just look at my watch and say,

"Oh, that's it.
Time's up. Session's over."

Fuck, shower, leave all clean, eh?

I don't need a shower.

I could... Kiss you and say,
"see you tonight."

That might work.

In your dreams.

If I took a bow...

And not fall over...

would I get an applause?

Unfortunately, people generally
don't clap at the end of a film.

Mm, that's a pity.

In that dress, however,
you might get a couple.

Well...

It's been nice knowing you.

We should do it again sometime.

Love you.

Especially you, Mr. Raincoat!

How much time do we have left?

A few minutes.

And you're not gonna cut
anything out?

You're gonna use it
right to the very end?

You sure? Really?

- Really?
- Yeah.

Can you get the cameras
to zoom in?

Sure.

- Have you done it?
- Uh, just about.

Just a minute.

Just my face.

You can talk.

Don't go any wider.

I'm warning you all.

Cash... Means you get a fuck.

Effort means you might get more.

This is for you.

A happy ending.

Fuck me.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck!

Thank you.

Hi, tiger

Teach me, tiger

How to kiss you

Mwah-wah-wah-wah-wah

Show me, tiger

How to kiss you

Mwah-wah-wah-wah-wah

Take my lips

That belong to you

But teach me first

Teach me what to do

Touch me, tiger

When I'm close to you

Mwah-wah-wah-wah-wah

Help me, tiger

I don't know what to do

Mwah-wah-wah-wah-wah

I know that you

Could love me, too

But show me first

Show me what to do

This is the first love

That I have ever known

What must I do

To make you my very own?

Teach me, tiger

How to tease you

Mwah-wah-wah-wah-wah

Tiger, tiger

I want to squeeze you

Mwah-wah-wah-wah-wah

All of my love

I will give to you

But teach me, tiger

Or I'll teach you

Tiger

Ti-i-i-ger

Tiger