Original subtitles

Who really knows everything about anyone?

Why would you really want to?

Do you really believe that? I do.

I met someone.

What does he think of your job?

Surprise, surprise, Ben. I haven't told him.

Hey!

No, I can't do it.

How about a glass or water or something?

I'm not dizzy.

I'm just not gonna have sex with you.

I think it's time you came clean, Hannah.

Pretty easy to work out.

Ben's like my brother.

I don't think he sees it like that.

Is there something you're not telling me?

I love you.

HANNAH: Some days you wake up and your head is empty,

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

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

Today.

I'm gonna tell Alex today.

( upbeat horn theme playing )

( alarm clock beeping )

ALEX: Shitballs.

Bollocks.

Bollocks, fuck, bollocks.

Shit.

( groans )

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, uh--? What are you doing later?

Do you--?

Do you want to come over?

Like, at-- At your place?

Yeah. I can make lunch or dinner.

Something.

Do we mean dinner, like, cutlery dinner,

or dinner, crisps?

( chuckles )

Uh--

I would love to, I'm just-- I'm 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.

There's gonna be Pimm's and croquet,

and people called Rupert.

It's going to 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?

Mm-hm, yeah.

Hm.

So Alex invited me to this, um, work thing.

Some barbeque at his boss' house.

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?

I mean, it's-- It's golf.

Golf.

Will 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-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 got to tell him, so...

( cell phone ringing )

Good luck.

Yeah, well,

I'm not seeing him until tomorrow.

I've got another client now,

first one in ten days. ( beeps )

In whore terms, I'm practically a virgin.

I couldn't let him down.

You're all heart.

See you later.

( funky theme playing )

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

on a full or empty stomach?

I've never wanted to cook for a man.

Not ever.

Not until now.

The timing seems all off.

( cell phone beeps )

( whispers ): Tomorrow.

( doorbell 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?

BLAKE: Uh, Dad,

can you get the envelope out of my bag?

Thanks. Just wait here one minute.

I won't be a second. Um, make yourselves at home.

Dad?

Sorry, mate.

Okey-dokey.

Up, up.

Okay?

Right.

Do you want me to help you get--

Or is, uh...

No, it's fine. Right.

But could you undo your dungarees a bit?

It looks like we're wearing the same T-shirt.

Oh.

Better?

Yeah.

GARY: So have you two talked about,

uh, what Blake can do and, uh-- Yeah, yeah.

HANNAH AND BLAKE: Email.

Okay.

Right, uh,

I'll be downstairs in the van if, uh,

you need me.

( door opens )

Bye. Bye.

( clears throat )

( lock 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-I think it's nice when men kiss.

Would you like a drink?

BLAKE: Yeah, he is a good guy.

We go to a lot of gigs together,

which is why it might look like

we're wearing the same t-shirt,

but we're not.

Shall I--?

Please.

You have lovely eyes.

( classical music playing on stereo )

( turns off )

( honks )

( tender theme playing )

Blake, can you feel that?

BLAKE: Yeah.

Is this uncomfortable, what I'm doing?

No, no, it's--

I'm not that used to being touched.

I mean, I'm touched all the time

by my dad and PAs,

it's just not like that.

Sh--Shall I take your shirt off?

Okay.

Sorry.

Don't.

If you do that, it feels like porn.

Like you're not a real girl.

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?

( chuckles )

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 play list.

It's folk.

Well, folky.

( Ryan Adams' "Come Pick Me Up" playing on stereo )

♪ When they call your name ♪

♪ Will you walk right up ♪

♪ With a smile on your face ♪

♪ Or will you cower in fear ♪

♪ In your favorite sweater ♪

See, I am a real girl.

You're not, though.

You're just somebody my dad's paid

to sleep with me.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

( sniffles )

I was afraid this was gonna happen.

Open the floodgates.

Make me want something I can't have.

Who says you can't have it?

I'm sorry.

It's okay. It's all right.

I can have it.

It's just hard.

Harder.

Falling in love, having a relationship.

It feels like something that happens to other people.

♪ When you're walking downtown ♪

♪ Do you wish I was there? ♪

♪ Do you wish it was me? ♪

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.

( guitar theme playing )

( gasps )

Hannah?

Get out. Get out. Get out!

Holy fuck.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Get my dad.

Yeah, okay, uh--

My phone's in my pocket.

Tomorrow. You said tomorrow!

What the fuck is going on?

What the--?

You should have just said,

if it was the end of the appointment,

if you had somebody waiting--

ALEX: What did he just say?

Sorry, can you--? 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 you?

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.

BEN: Alex, don't--

ALEX: First time I met her, 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'm falling 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 wheel chair.

Some dirty fucking bastard in a wheel chair.

What? Yeah, yeah, yeah, no, no,

wait for the punch line, 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 mug.

Oh, I would laugh, before I asked him

how could he be so fucking stupid.

Alex.

Listen to me.

It's just a 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 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...

disgraful.

Mm.

Wh--What's wrong with you people?

What's wrong with you, Ben?

Do--Do you think this is normal? It's not.

( cell phone ringing )

ALEX ( on machine ): Hey, it's Alex. At the moment--

( beeps )

( doorbell buzzes )

Hello?

He left his MP3 player.

Okay, come up.

( beeps )

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?

( piano theme playing )

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 bet she knows it.

( speaks inaudibly )

( knocking on door )

Hello?

Hey.

( breathes heavily )

ALEX: Um...

Just checking.

Just checking if it's true.

And it is.

Isn't it,

Belle.

( piano theme playing )

( door shuts )