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- Some days you wake up and your head is empty,

and it's the most perfect feeling in the world.

Then other days, like you've been thinking all night.

Today, I'm gonna tell Alex today.

(snazzy music)

(alarm beeping)

- (groaning) Shit balls.

Bollocks, fucking bollocks, fuck bollocks.

Shit (groaning) bollocks shit fuck.

- Alex?

Do you wake up swearing every morning?

- Was I swearing?

I didn't realize I was swearing.

Fucking shit!

- Alex, what are you doing later?

Do you wanna come over?

- Like at your place?

- Yeah, we could make lunch or dinner, something.

- Do we mean dinner like cutlery dinner?

Or dinner crisps? (laughs mockingly)

I would love to, I'm just working this afternoon.

I'm working tonight,

so is the invitation open up for tomorrow?

- Tomorrow?

- Can you not wait that long? - I can.

I can wait that long.

- What are you doing this weekend?

Because my consultant has invited me

to a party in his garden.

It's gonna be Pimms and croquet and people called Rupert.

It's gonna be like the flaming fires of hell,

but with a free bar.

Do you wanna come?

- Yeah. - Good.

- Maybe?

I don't know, why don't we just wait and see?

- Okay.

You're a funny little thing, aren't ya?

- (chuckles) Yeah.

So Alex invited me to this work thing,

some barbecue at his boss' house.

The weird thing is, I actually wanted to go.

- Well, if it was as much fun as lunch was,

you shouldn't miss it.

- Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

Ben, what's with the golf?

It's golf, golf.

- Would you stop saying golf?

- Only if you stop playing it.

- So it's going well with you two?

You and Alex? - Yeah.

I'm gonna tell him.

Are you gonna say something?

You're making me feel a bit nervous.

- Okay.

Why now?

- I just feel like the lying separates us.

It's like I'm looking at the world

through the wrong end of the telescope.

Everyone just seems really far away.

- Are you gonna give up?

- I don't know.

I don't really know anything except

that I've gotta tell him, so.

(phone ringing)

- Well, good luck.

- Yeah, well, I'm not seeing him until tomorrow.

I've got another client now, first one in 10 days.

In whore terms, I'm practically a virgin.

I couldn't let him down.

- You're all heart.

- See you later.

(upbeat music)

Is it better to find out your girlfriend's a prostitute

on a full or empty stomach?

I've never wanted to quit for a man.

Not ever, not until now.

The timing seems all off.

(text message ringing)

(sighs)

Tomorrow. (door buzzing)

Don't judge me, Delia.

Hi, you must be Blake.

And you're? - My dad.

- Oh, come in.

So, shall we get the formalities over with?

- Dad, can you get the envelope out of my bag?

- Thanks.

Just wait here one minute, I wont' be a second.

Make yourselves at home.

- Dad. - Sorry, mate.

Okie dokey.

Whoop, okay up.

Okay? - Yeah.

- All right.

Do you want me to help you get?

Or is-- - No, it's fine.

- Right. - But,

could you undo your dungarees a bit?

It looks like I'm wearing the same tee shirt.

- Oh, better?

- Yeah.

- So, have you two talked about what Blake can do and?

- Yeah, yeah, email. - Email.

- Okay, right.

I'll be downstairs in the van if you need me.

- Okay. - Bye.

(clears throat)

(locks clicking)

- Oh, I'll just leave it.

Just in case he wants to?

He seems nice.

I don't mean like that,

I just mean I think it's nice when men kiss.

Would you like a drink?

- Yeah, he's a good guy.

We go to a lot of gigs together.

That's why it might've looked like

we were wearing the same tee shirt, but we're not.

- Should I?

- Please.

- You have lovely eyes.

(classical music)

(window whirring)

(horn honks)

(relaxing music)

- Blake, can you feel that?

- [Blake] Yeah.

- Is this uncomfortable, what I'm doing?

- No, no.

It's just, not that used to being touched.

I mean I'm touched all the time

by my dad and PA's, it's just not like that.

- Shall I take your shirt off?

Sorry.

Okay.

- Don't.

If you do that, it feels like porn.

Like you're not a real girl.

(sighs deeply)

Last time I had a girlfriend I was 17,

before my body stopped cooperating.

I know what to do, you know, to you.

But I don't know what feels good anymore.

I can't really-- - Touch yourself?

- Right.

- What about music? - What about it?

- What kind of music makes you think about sex?

Come on, everyone has one of those.

- Okay, there's this song on my mP3 player in my bag.

- Okay.

- It's the first track on the second playlist.

It's Folk, or Folk-y.

(instrumental music)

- See, I'm a real girl.

- You're not, though.

You're just some woman my dad's paying to sleep with me.

Sorry.

I'm sorry. - It's okay.

- I was afraid this was gonna happen.

Open the flood gates,

make me want something I can't have.

- Who says you can't have it?

- Sorry. - It's okay, it's fine.

- I can have it.

It's just hard.

Harder.

Falling in love, having a relationship.

It feels like something that happens to other people.

- It's fine.

Sometimes sex with strangers

can make you feel lonelier than ever.

- Now you feel like a real girl.

- I am a real girl.

My name's Hannah.

- Hi, Hannah.

- Am I gonna hurt you?

- No.

(energetic music)

- Hannah? - Get out.

Get out!

Get out! - I feel funny.

- I'm sorry; I'm so sorry. - Get my dad.

Get my dad! - Okay, okay.

- My phone's in my pocket.

- What the-- - Tomorrow!

You said tomorrow! - Fuck is going on?

What the? - You should have just said.

If it was the end of the appointment,

if you had somebody waiting.

- What did he just say?

- Sorry, can you come up please?

- Hannah's a prostitute, a working girl,

a hooker, a tart, a whore.

Did you fucking know that?

Of course you did.

Were you sitting there laughing at me the whole time,

the two of ya? - No, I wasn't.

She, whatever you think she is, that's not her.

There's Hannah, and there's Belle.

- Belle?

She thought I was a punter.

- Alex, don't. - First time I met her,

she called herself Belle. - Don't do this.

- She thought I was a paying customer.

Fucking hell. - Alex, don't.

- Don't what?

Don't what? - Don't do this.

- I've fallen in love with that girl.

I'm going out with her, I'm falling in love with her,

and I walk in and she's fucking some guy.

Some poor fucking guy in a wheelchair.

Some dirty fucking bastard in a wheelchair.

- What? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

No, no, no, wait for the punchline.

It's hilarious.

The guy thinks I'm her next customer.

He's had his shot and now it's my go.

Yeah, go on son.

Laugh.

Go on, laugh, 'cause that's exactly what I would do

if this was happening to some other muck.

Oh, I would laugh,

before I asked him how could he be so fucking stupid?

- Alex, listen to me.

It's just the job, okay?

It's what she does, it's not who she is.

- What the fuck are you talking about?

That's my girlfriend!

What if it was your girlfriend fucking other men for money

and then fucking you?

I'm sorry to be some boring Catholic boy about all of this,

but it's fucking disgusting.

I find it fucking,

disgraceful. (groans)

What's wrong with you people?

What's wrong with you, Ben?

Do you think this is normal?

It's not.

(phone ringing)

- [Voicemail] Hey it's Alex, at the moment.

(door buzzing)

- Hello?

- He left his mP3 player.

- Okay, come up.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

- No.

- I swapped shifts with someone to see her, yeah.

Do you think it's drugs?

Is that why she does it?

- She doesn't do drugs.

- You'd think I'd know if I was sleeping with a junkie.

Probably crawling with STIs.

- No, Alex, she's not like that.

- And how would you know?

(dramatic music)

You.

You're in love with her.

- I've got a girlfriend, Alex.

- Yeah, yeah, so you do.

What's her name? - Vanessa.

- Vanessa.

Poor Vanessa.

'Cause I'll bet she knows it.

(knocking)

- Hello?

- Hey. (sighs)

Ugh, just checking.

Just checking if it's true.

And it is, isn't it, Belle?

(melancholy music)

(door clicking)

(dramatic music)