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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.

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.

Yeah.

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.

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.

: 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.

: 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?

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.

I should probably-- Yeah, probably.

I can't wait. Look forward to it.

Just...

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

I'm a prostitute.

That's what I am.

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.

: 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.

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.

Well, if you ever change your mind...

You too, Belle.

The door's always open.

As long as your legs are.

I can let you know what I do,

but I'm not gonna be your mentor.

Ment-whore.

Okay, sorry, let me know what you do.

: 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."

You're a snob!

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

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.

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?

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.

Hi, um...

Okay, bye.

So I, um,

have a date tomorrow night.

Yeah, it looks like you do.

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

They like big hair,

big breasts,

and a big smile.

But you can't fake everything.

That's it.

I'm gonna make such a mess of you.

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.

No.

Well, yeah.

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.

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?

Really.

Mm-hm.

I'm definitely keeping this though.

Mm-hm.

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.

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.

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.

: Yes.

Ooh.

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--

: 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."

Sometimes I go to the shops in my pajamas.

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.

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.

Wow.

Is that you?

Is what me?

Oh. Yeah.

Sorry.

What? I'm so sorry, Belle,

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

I'm in trouble.

Come on. I'm with this guy

and he's gone really weird.

I've locked myself in the bathroom but

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

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. Come on. Come on.

I think I know it.

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

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.

Thank you. Thanks.

Shit...

What room? Which floor?

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.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Well, two things.

And maybe I shouldn't let them go.

This is the kind of girlfriend I can be.

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.