All language subtitles for red_shoe_diaries_s02e08_boarders_of_salt

Thanks, Vicki.

How are you?

Dear Red Shoes, People say that a long
trip is the best way to forget an old

love and find a new one.

Trains.

Have you ever really thought about
trains?

I do.

I think about them.

No, I dream about trains all the time,
especially when I'm sad.

Always have.

Ever since I was a little girl and my
mother used to take me to visit my

grandmother on the train, I'd sit there
listening to the sounds of the wheels

clattering along the tracks, look out
the window and just let my mind drift.

Later on my way to and from college, I'd
always take the train.

It was a way of relaxing, letting go, of
forgetting,

of remembering.

And when I'm on the train and when I
fantasize, for some reason I always see

myself in black and white or sepia.

Like in old movies.

I don't know.

Just seems more elegant that way.

More sophisticated.

Like Betty Davis or Joan Crawford.

Gives me confidence.

Separates me from my hang -ups and my
problems.

And I open up.

And talk.

And sometimes I even talk to strangers.

I want to be possessive, but that's
completely ridiculous because I knew

was married even when I pursued him.

It was like being thirsty or hungry. My
body reacted.

I just began talking to him, this
perfect stranger, about things I'd never

the courage to talk to anyone else
about.

What are you staring at?

Your smile.

It was the first thing I noticed about
you when I saw you.

Was your smile.

You had such a beautiful smile.

You know, if I didn't know any better,
I'd think that you were trying to seduce

me.

I like your smile.

And I'm enjoying your company.

And...

I guess I've always had this fantasy of
picking up a woman on a train and

seducing her.

Your table is ready, sir.

Thanks.

Would you like to have dinner with me?

Do you know what I dream about?

I dream about a man who wouldn't play
games with me.

Telling me how wonderful my smile is.

You know, I bet you noticed my ass
before you noticed my smile.

Really? You underestimate yourself.

I never look at a man's ass.

Oh, sure you do.

Come on.

No, I don't.

I look at his eyes first.

And then I look at his hands.

And I listen to what he says.

Because I need to know exactly what I'm
going to be touched with.

So what do you want?

I want a man I can talk to.

I want a man I can trust.

And I want a man who can excite me.

What about sex?

When a good bet is like losing yourself,
being lost, found.

Like getting so high above everything
else that you don't ever want to come

down.

Okay, then.

The perfect seduction.

Tell me about it.

Do you want to be taken from behind?

Or do you want a man to go down on you?

Do you fantasize about being with
another woman?

Huh?

Do you want to make love in bed with
your clothes on or with your clothes

On the kitchen floor?

Blindfolded?

Or tied down?

On top or on bottom?

Do you want to be made love too tenderly
or savagely?

And be in control or just lose control?

I want to be transported.

And I want the man I'm with to be there
when I wake up in the morning.

What about you?

What do you want from a woman?

I want a woman that I can trust.

And I want a woman I can talk to.

More than anything, I want a woman
because I...

Ask me to dance?

Nobody else is dancing.

Please?

Would you dance with me?

I like your hand on my back.

Move it.

If you really want to know what I
fantasize about the most, it's telling a

exactly how to make love to me.

Where to touch me, when, or how long.

So you want to be in control.

Well, leave it until I lose myself.

I want it both ways.

In control and out of control.

But most of the time, my insecurities
inhibit me.

When

you close

your eyes, what do you see?

You see a man and a woman, and they're
dancing together.

Looks like it could be you and I.

And they're pressed very close together.

I see his mouth on.

It's now your turn.

I see a woman standing in front of a
candle.

She's staring at him.

And the more she stares at him, the more
he hungers for her.

They begin dancing.

And then, almost imperceptibly,

so slowly, she begins to move her hips
back and

forth.

Unable to control herself, she gets
aroused.

He knows it can burn him.

I'm unable to resist.

Feel like I'm about to lose control.

To give so much to someone that you
don't even know.

To give so much to a complete stranger.

Wow.

He asked to see me again.

And I said yes.

Come on in.

The place is beautiful.

Thank you.

Same taste of music.

Picture this.

A Major D sets a man down across from a
woman on a train.

And it just may turn out that they're
meant for each other.

What are the chances of that?

You were probably just as frightened as
I was that what happened on that train

between us.

It was just a dream.

And that neither one of us could ever
live up to each other's expectations.

There's a man standing in front of a
window in a new suit.

And a woman asks him to take his jacket
off.

All last week, you were all I could
think about.

And I thought, why?

Why can't real life be as exciting as
your fantasies?

And I imagined you there in that same
window.

And I imagined you taking off your shirt
and undoing the buttons of your

pants.

I loved seeing him again.

He dreamed of meeting someone on a
train.

So did I.

And I'm sure he found me in black and
white with B .B .A.

This dress is so sweet.

This dress is so sweet.

Realize through him.

Smile.

Hold apart the dancers.

Words.

Hide true of glances.

Thy.

So many more of those tenses.

This dress is on its way.

This dress is on its way.

Who's gonna give us the one -way ticket
to the island?

Who's gonna get the road to hell?

Same dream.

What are the chances of that, Red Shoes?

Fantasy turns to reality, to fantasy, to
reality over and over again until the

lines between them blur and they find
out they really do like each other and

trust each other and maybe even love
each other.

What do you think, Red Shoes?

Not bad for a chance meeting, wouldn't
you say?

Yeah. See you.