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(sexy music)

- My body is my work.

And if I'm not in good shape,

then I lose my career.

So Belle is considering some professional

development.

- Right, let's take a look.

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Yeah.

- Augmentation doctor?

- Yeah, without a doubt.

- Yes.

- It's a mastopexy too.

- I can see that.

- It's a big job

but it's not impossible.

- No.

- Um...

- Oh sorry.

This'll give you some idea

where the incisions would be.

- Mmhmm, mhmm, you cut round the nipples?

- Yeah, the nipples are repositioned in mastopexy.

It's a lift

so we'd have to move them up the breast.

- There will be some scarring

but since it's a change of color anyway,

it's a nifty solution.

- Nifty.

- You've got a slight abnormality of the breast,

they're what's called tuberous.

- Tumors?

- 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, stroke actress,

stroke physical therapist,

stroke counselor,

stroke.

- I'll put self employed.

Do I need them done?

At least Belle can get me back on tax.

- [Alex] Hey Hannah, it's Alex.

I wondered if you still fancied that drink.

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

- Lovely, Belle's a busy girl.

- Hi, oh sorry Belle--

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

- Hello.

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

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

- It's just with Elena there-- - Yeah, yeah, of course.

Thanks for seeing me.

I just thought it was better

than going to see some stranger.

- Belle.

- [Hannah] 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, four at mine.

- That's grand, thanks.

- Can I?

- Yeah.

- I should probably.

- Yeah probably.

- Can't wait.

Look forward to it.

Just...

(giggles)

- I can't go on a real date

like a normal person, I'm a prostitute.

That's what I am.

(upbeat music)

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, hiya!

I knew it was you.

- How are you?

- Yeah, good talk.

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 have you done proper research?

Have you got an agency?

- I'm still ind.

I've been talking to this bloke on the net.

He's got his own studio type thing

and he'll 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?

- Yep 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 Boho.

- 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.

- Older girls always say that.

- I'm not old.

- No, I just mean for an escort.

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% escort.

- 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 want to 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.

(upbeat music) - I can let you know what I do

but I'm not gonna be your mentor.

- Men whore. (giggles)

Okay, sorry, let me know what you do.

- Just so you know

the most important thing, safety

and that is why look at this email.

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.

(phone ringing)

It comes with experience.

I've got to a point where I'm more confident,

not easily intimidated.

- What's that?

- Oh it's just some bloke, wants to go on a date with me.

- I'll do it.

- No, not like that, proper, real life date.

- You should go.

- No, bad idea.

- Good idea.

- Anyway, so I was saying,

the biggest security stuff

happens before the appointment--

- You should call that bloke back, you know?

- No, I don't date like a civilian.

- 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.

- Somewhere along the lines

since my best mate left London,

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

There's not that much going on except work.

- It'll be locks,

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.

(upbeat music)

Hi.

(upbeat music)

So, I have a date tomorrow night.

- Yeah, looks like you do.

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- 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.

- I'm making such a mess.

(upbeat music)

Sorry, Belle, (mumbles).

- [Hannah] 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.

- Normal.

- Want some?

- [Hannah] No, I don't.

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

- That'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 women are free

to disempower themselves these days

or whatever.

- Yeah, we appreciate that.

- I should be helping burn's 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.

- [Hannah] 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 but your jobs is about making people feel better.

I make people feel awful about themselves.

Tiberous breasts.

We made it up.

Breasts are breasts.

There's nothing wrong with you.

- Really?

- Really.

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Definitely keeping this though.

(giggling)

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

I got another girl,

the one who answered your phone.

- 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 email.

I am trying to help you.

I can't believe you'd be so fucking disingenuous.

You know what, don't call me back.

This is why you should never help anyone.

Other people are bastards.

Now I have to go on a date with a real person.

Hi. - Hi.

- Sorry I'm late.

- It's okay, I just sat down.

Do you want a drink?

- I'll have whatever you're having.

- Okay, a bottle of--

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

and I'll have a beer.

- I'll have a glass of red wine.

Cheers.

- Cheers.

- No I was just saying thank you to him.

- Oh right.

- Yeah 'cause we haven't got our drinks.

- Yes.

(giggling nervously)

- Sorry, have you, don't worry,

it's nothing.

- Oh my God. - No, no, not that, not that.

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

- Oh yeah, yeah no this is a mustache.

- I am so sorry.

- No, no, not a real one.

I drew it on.

Sometimes I like to draw facial hair on myself.

- Excellent.

Do you know what you're gonna have?

- I might have the steak.

So you've just moved back.

How are you finding London?

- I've forgotten how great it was.

Nobody looks at you,

nobody gives a shit.

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.

(giggles)

- Sometimes I go to the shops in my pajamas.

(laughs)

- What do you do?

Oh, that's a really shit question, sorry.

- I'm a night time legal secretary.

Should we order?

- Yeah.

No, no, why 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 rupture,

they leak into their bodies.

I'm sorry, we've just eaten.

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

- Neither am I.

- That's good.

- What does that mean?

- I'm really drunk.

- It just felt like you were gonna do

something really, really wicked to me later.

- No, 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 your equipment.

- Wow.

(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.

I'm in trouble.

I'm with this guy

and he's gotten really weird.

I've locked myself in the bathroom but

I just don't know what to do.

- Where are you?

- I don't know,

I can't remember

my head's gone all funny,

I can't think straight.

- Okay calm down, catch your breath.

Was it a hotel?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Can you see any of those toiletries around you,

those little bottles anywhere?

- Yeah okay.

- [Hannah] What do they say?

- This is the Blakely? - I think I know it.

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

So sorry, I've got to go.

- Are you all right?

I'm gonna come with you.

- No, no, you can't.

It's a friend.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, thanks.

What room, which floor?

(knocking)

I'm just about to get concierge up here.

Open the door.

- He left. - Are you all right?

What happened?

Jesus, I'm having a heart attack.

- I'm so sorry about everything.

- 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.

When I saw that the top one was a 20

but underneath that they were all photocopies

and not even very good ones.

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

I knew it.

- When he told me to take off my clothes

but I wouldn't.

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, it's all right.

It's okay.

It's all right.

(crying)

We better go, he might come back.

- Oh my goodness.

- No, it's okay, it's fine.

Come on, just get it together.

Here you go.

- It's from ages ago,

I try and cover it.

Didn't mess up your night, did I?

- No, no, don't worry about it.

- How'd your date go?

- Well, he didn't assault me

so better than yours.

Come on.

(slow music)

You should rethink this.

- I know I fucked up

but I can change,

I can get like you-- - No, no, no, you mustn't.

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

You can't let it take over.

You can't let it change you.

I need you to tell me all about this bloke

so I can let the other girls know.

- Can I maybe stay with you tonight?

(soft music)

- [Hannah] I know the job is kind of taking over my life

and now it's taking over other peoples

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.

- That's fucking over.

- Nice to know I have this effect on people.

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