All language subtitles for Remedy.2013.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

Do you know
anyone who's ever done it?

You could never do it.

Do you know anyone
who's ever done it?

You could never do it.

I'm afraid to even ask why.

Who?

Why are we
even talking about this?

Did she ever say
what it was like?

Hi, is this Astrid?

I just called...
Um, from the corner.

I'm here for my...

♪ just tell me what
you've got to say to me ♪

♪ I've been waiting for
so long to hear the truth ♪

♪ it comes as no surprise
at all, you see ♪

♪ so cut the crap and tell me
that we're through ♪

♪ now I know your heart,
I know your mind ♪

♪ you don't even know
you're being unkind ♪

♪ so much for all
your highbrow marxist ways ♪

♪ just use me up
and then you walk away ♪

♪ boy, you can't
play me that way ♪

- my god!
- You made it.

- Ladies, this is the new girl.
- Hi.

♪ Well, I guess
what you say is true ♪

♪ I could never be the
right kind of girl for you ♪

♪ I could never be your woman ♪

so I think the light in your
hall blew or something.

Mercury must be in retrograde.

♪ When I saw
my best friend yesterday ♪

♪ she said she never liked you
from the start ♪

♪ well, me, I wish
that I could claim the same ♪

♪ but you always knew
you held my heart ♪

♪ and you're such
a charming handsome man ♪

♪ and now I think
I finally understand ♪

♪ is it in your genes?

♪ I don't know

♪ but I'll soon find out,
that's for sure ♪

♪ why did you play me
this way? ♪

I'm so glad you came.

You're going to love it here.
I mean it.

What the hell, delphine?
It's not a race.

- You brought her in?
- Delphine.

- So what's she like?
- Nothing like you.

♪ Well, I guess
what they say is true ♪

♪ I could never spend my life
with a man like you ♪

♪ I could never be your woman ♪

♪ I could never be your woman ♪

♪ I could never be your woman ♪

♪ I could never be your woman ♪

So delphine met you at smack?

Yeah.
I barely remember it.

Drinking.

If I have a drink in my hand
I want it out of my hand,

and so I drink the drink
as fast as I can,

and I was trying
to avoid the playrooms

- as much as possible.
- People think you're a sub.

Opposite, actually.

Never figured that out.

So you've got
some experience, then?

- Professionally, no.
- Lifestyle?

- More habitual?
- Sub.

I prefer masochistic.

We don't start people off
as subs here.

- How's your bondage?
- I can't even wrap gifts.

Fabulous.
Fewer bad habits to unlearn.

- We're gonna train you.
- This is our training cock.

No sex, no nudity,
refuse who makes you uncomfortable,

what makes you uncomfortable.

If you don't do some things,
it cuts into your business,

but you even try to give somebody
a hand job, and you're done.

You want to make a little
scrotum lasso, thusly.

They release themselves,
if they can.

But there's nothing illegal
with talking them through it.

Now this is a little bit more
difficult when they're hard,

because their little ballsack
sneaks up on in there, doesn't it?

You have the clean the room
after you use it, obviously...

dildos, dicks, and whatsoever
needs bleaching.

And this is why
Mr. Herman gets sticky.

And they should be put on the
shelf in some sort of tidy way.

Aw, St. Joseph's nuts!
Seriously, it's damp!

For scratching and show.
No impaling!

We try not to draw blood.

Well, if we do,
there's some saran wrap in the lounge.

Here's where you would
separate the balls.

You can get creative with it.
A lot of guys love this,

especially around
Christmas time.

Press it once for up...

But no higher than that.
You never want to take them

all the way off
of their feet, okay?

I don't really honestly know
what I'm doing here.

Everything and nothing.

Unlimited possibilities
within the gray area.

Yes, mistress.

You're not going to make me
spank you, are you?

No, mistress.

You can sit in on sessions...

We should probably
teach him some manners.

What do you say to your mistress

when she's caught you
behaving so badly?

- I'm sorry, mistress?
- I can't hear you.

- I'm sorry, mistress!
- Aw.

Yeah.

Sorry, it's for display only.

We should probably either
just get rid of it

or just nail that fucker
to the wall.

What's involved
in an average session?

An average session

is as much an oxymoron
as normal person.

I think you need
more training...

Even though I train you
all the time.

You definitely need
to be punished.

You never seem to remember
what I teach you when you come here.

Maybe these... how many?

Fifty or so spikes
will help you remember.

He's so scared!

You're too weak for that.

When can you come back?

I'm pretty open.

I just teach sometimes...

- teach?
- Private tutor.

We need to teach her
how to do a proper spanking.

You want me to teach her on you?

I think I'm okay. I...

Okay. You got some
prime retail here, all right?

You got this spot.

The other side...
Symmetrical.

You guys have a friendly
reputation, so...

And then, of course,
you've got the sweet spot.

What's the sub rate
for five minutes?

Where were we?

You were going to apologize

for being so rude, weren't you?

I'm going to let you breathe,

just long enough

for you to say you're sorry.

- Say the magic words.
- I'm sorry, mistress.

Sorry for what?

I'm sorry for playing
with my winkie, mistress.

I guess I figured
at the very least

I would be good
at the corporal stuff,

and I know what they want.

I think fifty spanks
oughta do it.

Bend over.

I can't even
talk dirty to people I like.

You don't actually think
they give a fuck

about what you're saying,
do you?

What they care about
is if you're a blonde,

or a redhead,
or a fucking 6'5 Amazon with a huge ass.

They don't even care if
any part of you is even real,

much less what you're saying.

- But I care.
- You'll get over it.

Every movie ever made
has the same plot...

they don't get along.

The only difference
is presentation.

I'm gonna run out of shit to say in,
like, one minute.

Then talk slow.

Have you picked out a name yet?

My god.
There's a lot here.

There's also
an awful lot of nouns.

I figured if it was not a name,

that it'd be more likely
to be available.

Are you gonna switch?

What about "fix"?

You said what we do is
kinda like therapy right?

I was thinking,
why can't it be like therapy?

Potion, fix,
those are more drug-like,

so not that, but maybe "cure"?

- Mistress cure.
- Yeah, that's awful.

Really the best one
is "remedy."

But that's a noun!

Well, it's
the most name-like noun.

Mistress remedy.
Good enough.

- How about pictures?
- Um...

If you don't put
your pictures up,

you might as well
not be in business.

Picture's not the problem.
It's my face.

You don't have to
show your face,

but it's going to cut
into your business.

Wouldn't be a problem if
I didn't work with children.

If one of your students' dad
is coming here,

he's going to have to explain
to wifey-poo why he's firing you.

Yes. Herald square.

The one with all
the merry Christmas lights.

Macy's! Yes.

Look, just call me from the
corner when you're there, okay?

All right.

Remy, when do you think
you'll be ready?

Never?

Well, there's an open
in a half an hour

and I want you in it.

- It's marathon man, right?
- It is decidedly so.

Yeah, he'll pick you.
He likes the new girls.

- He's kinda gross.
- Kinda gross?

Imagine bill Murray
in "little shop of horrors,"

only Scottish,
and with grade-three syphilis.

Nadine likes to exaggerate.

Wait, you've all seen him?

Everyone in New York
has seen this guy.

The first time I met him,
I think dinkins was in office.

He likes to play
with your teeth.

While you shoot him up
with novocaine.

- You're fucking with me right?
- Wish we were.

Then where the fuck
do we keep needles?

No, no, no, no.

He brings his own equipment.

Old, really gnarly equipment.

He likes it if you pretend
you're a dentist in training.

I've got a big white shirt.
You can borrow it.

It will be a little big,
but it should be fine.

And Chanel's got those ugly-ass
infomercial cellulite buster sneakers?

They work.

None of you seem eager
to do this one?

He was my first session, too.

He's not mean.

That's good.

He's has a nice smile.

Okay.

Are you the dental assistant?

I am.

'Cause I'm in terrible trouble.

The lady says you've got
a lot of experience.

Good, 'cause then you'll
have seen this before then?

- Yes, I see it.
- You got a good look?

- Yeah?
- I see it, yeah.

So what do you think, nurse?

Do you think is has to come out?

I'll need to do
an examination first

before I can determine that.

- Of course. Will it hurt?
- You won't feel a thing.

That's really great.
That's really...

are you sure you know
which tooth it is?

- Yes, I know.
- Come here.

I'll show you which one it is.

- Yes, I see it.
- Have a good look at it.

See? This.
It's this one right here.

I know where it is.

I thought that in dental school

they taught you how to recognize

where the tooth
is in a healthy mouth.

Did they not, nurse?

Yes, that's correct.

So, come on then.
I'll show you then right now.

I'll show you.
Just come here and...

Yeah? See? Right there.

That one. That...

You have such a
healthy mouth. It's so nice.

Give me your hand,
give me your hand.

Yeah, right?

Yeah? Is it loose?
Can you wiggle it?

- I'm not sure.
- Just try.

I'm sure you're aware
that it's standard procedure

in dentistry to wear gloves.

It seems we must be
out of gloves.

If you'll excuse
me for a second...

you know, you're not going to
catch anything from me, nurse.

The gloves
are for your protection.

Does anyone know
if there's gloves?

There were none
in the supply room.

- Who's fucking shit is this?
- It's a renter.

What the fuck?

Aw, good. You're back.

Listen you gotta do something
about the pain here, nurse.

Well, the good thing is,
I can take care of that.

I suppose it's time
to get the novocaine.

My stuff's right over there.

It's hurting me so much.

Let's see what I can do
about that.

No! No!

No. UN-unh.

No, no, no, no.

No, I need more.
I need more.

Let me try injecting
a different spot.

What's the matter?
What's the matter?

Just shut up and hold still.

Thank you. Thank you.

Let's see what's
going on in there.

We haven't got
a lot of time, right?

I mean, this is gonna wear off.

You gotta get these out
before it wears off right?

We'll get it out.
Calm down, sir.

Yeah, but, like, um, the pliers.

You should get
the pliers, right?

They're over there.

You have to get
the pliers, right?

Yeah, pliers.

I think I'll need to numb you
more before I can proceed.

I feel I would be a bit remiss

if I didn't try
a method more advanced.

You see, I've been trained
in holistic dentistry.

We're trying to make needles
a thing of the past.

- No needles?
- All dental assistants are trained

in more natural
methods now, you see.

Where we used to use needles,
we now use acupressure.

Pressure?

- Does it hurt?
- Not at all.

So just stay there
and try and relax.

What is this?

It's called reflexology.

It's an ancient art.

It's been used for centuries.

Some say it's like hypnotism.

When you wake up,
you won't have felt a thing.

Your mouth should be
relaxing now.

Soon you should feel
a state of tranquil bliss.

Everything will go soft...

White... calm.

Your eyes become heavier...

I felt guilty, so I woke him
up after about a half an hour.

I wouldn't get in the habit
of screwing over clients.

She's a fucking champion!
You have no sense of humor.

You should have just
given him the shot.

I could barely hold the needle.
I was like lobster boy.

If he had a disease,
he'd be dead already.

Okay,
next time I'll shoot him up. Promise.

I hired you as a dominatrix,

but you're not
going to dominate me.

I'm going to give you
this notebook.

Write down everything
that I say.

And listen closely.
Sometimes I speak very quickly.

There's so much in here
that I've been dying to get out.

You're the perfect one to
work with me to remember it all.

Let's begin.
I have bullet points.

I've written
some things down here

and we'll flesh them out...
basic human needs.

We... what did I have?

What are the basic human needs?

If someone wants
to control the world,

they need to control food,
water, shelter, love.

Controlling food, water,
shelter, that's easy.

But how do we control
the need to love?

The sense of security?
Can you ration affection?

Can you provide tokens
for intimacy?

Is there a way to regulate
common decency as a commodity?

Every human being lives in
a socially stratified society.

Are you getting this?

We have the brahmins
and the untouchables.

We have celebrities and wealth,

people that are famous
for being famous,

I find these distinctions hopelessly
corrupt and overly complex.

In our world,
there will be two levels.

You and I at the top,
the rest of the world below.

But with me
at the very very top.

Of course.

I'm not sure if you knew this,
but I'm a married man...

As far as marriage goes

in our current social
and cultural structure.

I love my wife,
I've always loved my wife,

at some point
she stopped loving me.

I don't know why.

I want to make
unrequited love obsolete,

or at the very least illegal.

And the power of words,
the power of language...

every generation
has its own lingo.

The beat generation...
someone might say,

"hey, you seem like a hep cat

and I'm a cool Charlie.

Why don't you land over
to my pad for some Espresso?"

Now, today we have "OMG,"
"lol," "nom nom nom."

"I think this food
is very tasty."

I want "nom nom nom" to mean
"what a lovely outfit you are wearing."

By the way, may I add,
nom nom nom.

Because you have
a very lovely outfit today.

We can plant ideas
into people's minds.

You and I
are the ultimate power.

You and I are the ones that
people need to listen to.

Mostly me.

I know that
I'm going to get stressed,

so I'm going to need a harem.

All kinds of women
in this harem.

I don't need cookie cutter women,
all of them looking the same.

You don't want to have pork chops everyday,
right? You need variety.

I want a redhead,
I want a blonde,

I want a brunette,
and people with olive skin that are...

that are not greasy.

And I want a greasy woman.

Enough women for each day
of the month.

Maybe twins also?

What if one of the twins is
having her lady's time and...

small breasts,
and I want a woman with large breasts

with a butt that's round
and pear-shaped,

but not a pear.

Some sort of fruit.

I like cheese.
I like all kinds of cheese.

I've always loved cheese.

This reminds me,
we're gonna need an island.

Statues on the island.
Statues of US...

but mostly me. Our
scientists can devise a hat,

sort of like
a magic science hat.

Just write "world is our
servants." That's part of the whole...

We're going to have to
have sad zones on the island.

And then we can keep
the sad people over there

during designated sad times.

I don't want miserable people
in the world!

They can have Teddy bears,
and hug them and love them,

but not as much as they love US.

You look too happy.

She thinks
she's getting somewhere.

- Who is it this week?
- Ralph.

Ralph? He's too old.

- He can still fuck.
- And buy you a Prada strap-on.

- Dangerous territory, d.
- Yeah, you should talk.

I have no ambition.

He's still coming here.

Even if she's not working,
she's working.

I thought you guys
didn't do sex.

- Off-campus.
- So she dates this guy?

Yeah, and then he dumps her,

and then she goes on a bender.

So should I just reschedule?

No. It's...
you're here now.

Is there a... I just...

mistress delphine and I
had a thing, you know?

- Not a thing, a routine.
- Yes.

Have you ever had
another mistress?

- No.
- There's a first time for everything.

- Yeah, I just...
- what do you normally do?

What are you interested in?

Standard corporal with a...

you have nothing to be worried
about. You're in great hands.

I believe you,
it's just delphine was very...

- Energetic.
- Well, there's always room for new experiences

and, if you allow me to,
I'd love to show you what I can do.

We're very well equipped.

I promise that you'll walk
away completely satisfied

with your experience tonight.

- I...
- Yeah?

- Yeah, okay.
- Okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

So you stay still.

I'm going to wrap this rope
around your wrists.

Okay.

You won't be able to use
these muscles anymore.

I don't know, I'm pretty strong.

Not when I'm done with you.

When was the last time
you were powerless?

Um, not in a while.

This is for you.

It's totally cool.
It's totally fine.

It's totally fine.
Look at you, it's fine.

You really love
to be tied up?

Yeah.

How long have you
been doing this?

It's always been
a fascination of mine.

I guess you could
put it that way.

How long have you
been doing this?

Three times.

Make sure
they're next to each other

and not on top of each other.

That's pretty good.

- Like that?
- Yeah, that works.

- Can I try again?
- Okay.

Take your time.
Hey, we've got a whole hour.

- That's right?
- That's, um...

Yeah, come through one
more time... the short end.

You want to pull
this end towards me.

The shorter end.
You're almost done.

This is like the finishing...
this is the dismount.

You got this.
Now put one hand here.

Now just yank it.
Make it nice and tight.

That's why the one hand
has to stay here.

I think I'd be able
to explain it better

if I'm actually doing it.

- What do you mean?
- Is it okay if I do it on you?

I would actually
really like that.

Technically,
'cause that's a switch,

the tribute should be...
but, I mean, it doesn't...

- I don't...
- it's okay with me.

Okay, I don't want to get you...

no, no, no. I mean,
you're teaching me, so, it's...

- Okay? All right.
- Okay, yeah.

- How are you doing?
- Good. How are you?

I'm good.

♪ Come on

what?

♪ Good morning

♪ welcome to that
burn inside your belly ♪

♪ tell me
it's all in your mind ♪

♪ you say you're lucky, baby

♪ but you may
be sorry next time ♪

♪ 'cause all those years
that you were lying, babe ♪

♪ you've been
lying to yourself ♪

I usually get the
microwavable. I don't cook.

Even if it's Mac 'n cheese,
I don't cook.

- At all?
- No.

You can do this,
but you can't cook?

Yeah.

♪ I told you, told you

♪ a hundred million times

♪ you are not crazy

♪ or lazy

♪ or falling behind

♪ you should see that, baby

♪ stop, adding salt
to those tears ♪

♪ you may finally
find the bottom ♪

♪ on your way up to the top ♪

cool.

Are you gonna get more
comfortable?

Sure.

♪ Good night, sweetheart

♪ the truth keeps
burning on long after ♪

♪ all this meat starts rotting ♪

♪ and stinking sour with worms ♪

♪ they will eat you hollow

♪ and grow to be butterflies

♪ so don't be fooled
by what surrounds you, baby ♪

♪ don't be fooled
by your own lies ♪

So do you prefer a thud?

Or maybe a nice sting?

Maybe not a sting at first.

Smart man.

I recommend warming up
with this.

I will defer to your expertise.

I assume you're expert.

This may be your first time

actually working
with instruments,

but I'll take...

Okay.

Well, that's one way to start.

- Nice, easy.
- Easy?

A little pedestrian.
Do I bore you?

I think
you'd look good in this.

I don't know.

I think you might look
better in it than I would.

You know that this will
cost you extra.

You either do it
or you don't do it.

You'd better make up your mind

before we start losing clients.

She said I shouldn't do it
for a while here.

- You're a sub.
- At home.

Well, then you would know
what to expect.

Does no one else do it?

Delphine...

Wherever the fuck she is.

Pays more, right?

I think you'd do all right.

- You have a boyfriend, right?
- Two.

Two. Right.

I think of one as a boyfriend,

and one thinks of me
as a girlfriend,

- and that adds up to two.
- Or one.

- They both have their uses.
- Right.

I had to narrow it down,
actually.

I was getting into
too many messes.

Figured I'd make a guy
make me a mix tape

before I'd let him fuck me.

Like, an actual tape?

Adam made me a really
fucking good mix tape.

What are they like?

Adam's small.
A small blond boy.

He's stuck around for a while.

He doesn't care
about what you do?

If he does, he doesn't
say anything.

- What about the other one?
- I met him here.

He's okay. Older.

How old?

- 64, 65.
- Wow.

They both have their uses.

Right.

I don't know,
I don't seem to be able

to make it past the exposition.

I don't get it.

With guys.
Like, I go out,

I get a drink,
I drink the drink,

I sell myself.

And then everything's
perfect for a week,

two weeks, maybe a month, even.

Sometimes I even actually
start to see a future.

Then, like,
the ceiling dissolves

and I just don't want
anything to do with it.

I want to pretend
that they never existed,

and then I feel
really fucking guilty.

- What for?
- 'Cause then they're disposable,

and people shouldn't be
disposable.

Maybe that's just the way
it's supposed to be

and I just throw it all away.

- You think too much about shit.
- Yeah.

Just have them make you
a fucking mix tape

before they fuck you.

Right. No bullshit.

Mother's brother's...
ooh, moosehead.

Nice.

Whoa.

- Whoa.
- Cgi!

Did they put something
in the coffee?

Did you see that?
I asked him and he went,

"well, I don't know..."

- The open's in purple.
- Ooh! Hot damn!

Regular.
He's been here a few times.

Cool.

- Light sub.
- No way.

Fine. Fine.

You know what?
What the hell.

Clearly my guy is not showing up

so I will do this one.

- What is it?
- Role-play.

He's an actor,
so he should be pretty good at it.

You would be surprised.
Corporal?

Ask him yourself.

Gotta make it hard.

Go.

Now.

I'm in my fucking
Donna Reed thing.

Can I at least like put on,
like, pastels or something?

Forward, like shark.

Fucking opens.

I'm gonna change my name.

Yeah, to what?

- Monique.
- Monique?

I like it.
Mysterious Monique.

Maybe Chanel-Monique.

Chanel-Monique.
It has intrigue.

- Film noir star.
- Mystery.

Not Monique-Chanel?

No, that makes no sense.

Okay. Excuse me.

- Obviously.
- My god. My god!

- What?
- Fuck you.

He is a regular
and you didn't tell me?

- What happened?
- Unfair. Unfair!

Remedy. You. Go.

- Who is he?
- Could I get his autograph?

- Go.
- Hey, no!

- Is that unprofessional?
- Right now, go.

I gotta get my shoe on.
I'm going!

It's no fun around here.
Man, that was cool.

- Go.
- I'm going!

Take my camera!
Take my camera!

Get a picture.
Get a picture.

I have a tiny, shitty phone.

All you have to do is press...

- remedy? Now.
- I'm going. I'm going.

He looks just the same.

Should I be nervous or scared?

No! No.
Get him to sign your boob.

Aren't you going to
tell me your name?

- Remedy.
- Remedy.

You don't talk much.

That's fine.
I don't want you to talk.

One second.

- It's yours.
- What?

One of Chanel's clients
called from the corner.

You're the only one left.

Let me negotiate this.

- No argument?
- No, it's fine.

Go.

So it looks
like I have no choice.

What do you want?

I thought you girls usually start
with what you do and don't do...

emphasis on the don't do.

Should I assume
there's nothing you don't do?

Humiliation.
I don't do humiliation.

Corporal, fine...
medium to heavy.

I do... no gags, but...

topless?

It'll work.

Come closer.

You look unsteady.
Those shoes don't fit you.

You're innocent.

I've taken you back to our
apartment after a long dinner.

You've had wine.

You have trouble walking,
so you take off your shoes.

At first,
you're too tipsy to notice

the group of men
a few feet ahead of you.

You smile at them,
even though you don't know who they are.

Smile.

I'm standing right behind you.

I'm running my hands
down your arms like I do.

One of the strangers
starts to laugh.

You keep smiling,

even though
you've missed the joke.

Another one of
the strangers stands up,

starts laughing.

His hands are on his belt.

He starts walking toward you...

Smiling.

Another one of the strangers

rubs his cock through his pants.

Even in the state you're in,
you know what they want.

You try to scream,
but before you can

his hand is over your mouth.

His other hand is
under your dress so fast,

before you can squeeze your
legs together to stop him,

his finger's inside of you.

Your legs,
that your instinct made you shut tight,

are actually pushing
his hand further.

He removes his hands.

He tears your dress down
your almost naked body.

A third man comes up and pulls
a switchblade out of his pocket.

He holds it to your throat.

I let your arms go...

And you watch as I sit on
the other side of the room,

too far away to protect you
from these other men.

I don't want to protect you.

I love watching them abuse you.

The man with the knife
orders you to get on the ground.

Another man comes over
and spreads your legs open,

takes the knife
from the other man,

and holds it to your throat.

Your eyes are closed,

but you can hear the sound
of a belt unbuckling,

fabric rustling,
pants falling to the floor.

You don't know where
the sounds are coming from,

and you're too scared
to find out,

but you open your eyes
just long enough to look at me

and see me give
a nod of approval.

Then in seconds,
one of the men is fucking you.

You want to struggle,
but the knife up against your throat

feels like it's an ounce
of pressure away

from breaking the skin.

I laugh. I don't
care if they cut you.

I want to see you drip.
I want to watch you cry.

I want to see them
split you apart.

One of the men
lifts you up in his arms.

You're limp,
too weak to struggle,

as one of the men picks you up
and puts you on a table

so they can all get at you
more easily.

Two of the men hold your arms,
but there's no point,

as they all take turns on you.

One to the next, to the next...

To the next, to the next...

To the next.

And you wonder
if you can recognize

the same man by his smell

or the way he bends your body
when he's inside of you.

How many men
are going to fuck you

before I make them stop?

And you wonder
if it's ever going to stop.

Am I even in
the same room as you?

It doesn't matter anymore.

Even if they let you go,
you wouldn't run now.

You feel my hand
on your damp forehead.

You feel me
gently stroking your hair,

and you realize that
everything that has happened

and everything that will happen
excites me and pleases me.

And the thought of that
relaxes you

and makes your body move
with the men.

It's actually as if
you're beginning to enjoy it.

Where is everybody?
They split?

Some people cancelled.
Don't worry about it.

- I've got another one for you.
- Really, what kind?

Sub session.
Your lucky day.

- When is it?
- Now.

- Hello, I'm remedy.
- Very nice to meet you.

What are you
interested in tonight?

- What do you like to do?
- Um, what I like?

Corporal, mostly... medium to heavy,

no gags, no extreme humiliation.

What do you mean extreme?

You mentioned humiliation.

What do you consider
extreme humiliation?

I won't lick a dirty dog bowl
or anything like that.

Okay. We won't
do any humiliation

if that makes you uncomfortable.

We'll do a light session.

I think we'll have
a lot of fun together.

Do you have a dress
you could wear?

- Yeah.
- Is it easily removed?

Yeah, but I only do topless.

Good.

- Did you get the tribute?
- Yeah, here.

- Did you count it?
- No.

Always count it.

I just honestly feel a little
nervous about this guy.

I'm just not sure
he knows what I do.

He asked for a light session.

Are you comfortable
with a light session?

I'm not sure I know what a
light session entails, exactly.

- It's the opposite of a heavy session.
- Thanks.

- He's already paid.
- Yeah.

Stand there.

You said you would wear
something I liked.

- You said...
- you look cheap.

Take it off.

Take it off!

Leave it.

I want to see you.

Dance for me.

No.

Slowly.

Just...

Side...

To side.

Put your arms up.

Play with your hair.

Do it...

Enough.

Turn. Face the wall.

Dance.

Now you're a zombie.

Dance like you're dancing...

like a dancer.

Now you look drunk.
Just dance.

In fact, forget it.
Stop.

Come over here.
I want to see you close.

Stand up straight.

Pinch my nipple.

Now lick the other one.

I didn't say stop.

Lick it.

This makes you
uncomfortable?

Yeah.

Who are you kidding?
You're a whore.

Now lick it.

Lick it.

Lick it.

Now, look at me while you're licking it,
whore.

I can't.

- I can't.
- Quiet.

Go back over there.

Dance.

What did we talk about?

Back and forth.
Back and forth.

Do that.

You can't do that?

Go on around, around, around.

Dance.

Like we talked about it.

No? You don't do this?

Dance.

Smile.

Stop moving.

Turn to me.

Dance.

Slower.

Pinch it.

- I can't.
- With your teeth.

Say you want it.

I...

I...

Go ahead.

I can't. I cant.

How'd it go?

I definitely
earned my stripes.

♪ Didn't you learn?

♪ It's supposed to burn

♪ time is traced

♪ when I look at your face ♪

♪ and it's no surprise

♪ he doesn't have your eyes ♪

♪ yes

♪ it's no surprise

♪ they shine green

♪ so green

♪ yes

♪ it's no surprise

♪ they shine green

♪ so green

♪ they shine green

♪ so green

Angelina says you've been
doing a lot of sub sessions.

Fifty-fifty maybe.

It's good money.
Do you like 'em?

It's easier sometimes
when you don't have to think.

Good. We'll take "mistress"
off your name.

It's easier on the clients.

What are you gonna call me?

- Just your name.
- Okay.

I've been meaning to say,

there's been a client
that's calling for you.

Dom or sub?

Sub. He says
he saw you a while ago

when he was in town on business.

I think he likes you.

Yeah, he said
next time he's in town...

let's see, how'd he put it?

He can't wait to slow dance.

So?

Well,
like a kid in a candy store.

It's a normal session.

Normal session, so...

Where would you like me?

Right there.

So, if you're in a t-shirt,

do I still have to
call you "mistress?"

No, you can just call me remedy.

Okay.
And you can call me Jack.

Jack. Mister Jack.

Because they are both
our real names.

- My turn.
- Are you okay with this?

- Sorry, did that hurt?
- No.

- You're fine?
- Yeah.

Yeah?

Is this all right?

Yeah.

You think my hits are wussy.

Well, I think they are.

I don't like to lose.

- You're gonna lose.
- You think so?

I do think so, mistress.

- So I'm winning now.
- How are you winning?

'Cause you wanted to quit.
You couldn't take it.

That's what this is.

I thought
I was winning because...

because nothing.

So what do you do for fun?

What do you do for fun?

You know.

Ride a boat, ride bikes.

That's okay.
Breathe through it.

- Jaywalk, things like that.
- Jaywalk?

- Lion tame.
- Lion tame?

- Lion tame.
- That's exciting.

- Push children down hills.
- That's not very nice.

I am a bad, bad man.

Really?
Did you just say that?

Did you just say that?

Are you serious?

I thought you were
my breath of fresh air.

All right, I'm bored.
I'm bored.

All about you?

♪ All the weight,
all the weight ♪

love - love.

- You okay?
- I'm fine.

I don't quit that easy.

♪ All the weight

- Is that too much?
- No.

Keep going.

♪ If you would only

♪ take a look inside
those eyes ♪

♪ you'd know they'd seen

♪ the same

♪ as you

that's it?

You want more?

Yes.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah!

You sure you're all right?

You've got nothing.

Are you done?

I'm not done.

It's just your turn.

♪ It's supposed to burn

♪ it's supposed to burn

- you all right?
- Yeah.

Of course, I'm all right.

Come on.

♪ It's supposed to burn

stay there.

Um...

My favorite session
is cocks and balls.

C.b.t.

It's not something you, like,
ask your boyfriend for...

please. I bet you've asked
your boyfriend plenty of times.

"Honey, would you please
stretch your ball sack

as far as it can go for me,

so I can use it
as a punching bag?"

Actually...
actually, I did.

He'd do anything for me.
It's so much fun.

I mean, you are there,
with this little ball...

actually, two of them...

A little something,
and you can do anything.

Squeeze it and stretch it,

it's like a Christmas bag!

"What is in the bag?
What's my present?"

And you can start
to pick the little hairs,

and kick them, and stretch them,

and then stomp on them,
and they're enjoying it.

Pure torture.

It's just so... good.

Yeah.

Wait.

How the fuck
did you end up here?

- This one.
- No, no, no, no.

Why did you decide to do it?

Well, a long, long time ago,

someone said that I couldn't.

So, you went dom on a dare?

Yeah, more or less.

Nedra. Nedra.
Truth or dare?

Fuck you.

What about you? How long
you been doing this, Nadine?

Shit.
Ten years off and on.

Wow. Long time.

I want to know what you,
after ten years,

remember as
your favorite session.

- Mine?
- Yours, right now.

Well, it must be your birthday

because I will give it to you.
Are you ready?

I'm excited.
I am totally ready.

Don't interrupt me, delphine.

I know you've heard this one.

So, this guy comes in

and he wants
straight corporal, right?

Which is awesome,
I didn't have to be...

yeah, it's like a Christmas bag.

- What?
- Anyway, so, I didn't have to be, like,

a naughty mommy
or anything, you know?

Or, like, fucking cop suit,
any of that shit.

Yeah, you said it...
"Christmas bag."

I don't know what it means.
I don't know what it means.

So, I've never met this guy.

Nobody's ever met this guy.
He's new.

So the manager tells him
to strip down

and I come in, and I figure
I am ready for this.

Yeah, how many dicks have
you seen over the past decade?

Fifty million, give or take.

You know, plus or minus.

Yeah, plus or minus,
like, ten or fifteen.

Most of them tiny
and limper than a deli pickle

or a boneless chicken wing.

So I go in...
I know it's your favorite.

She loves the boneless
chicken wings.

So I go in,
and he's laying on this table.

And I fuck you not,

this guy has a testicle
bigger than my head.

And he smells
like kidney failure!

And he's got fingernails

that are, like,
five inches long.

I thought this was
going to be an easy night,

and now I'm like the Indian
when he sees the trash.

You know, like,
just the one little tear,

pan flutes and shit.

So I'm trying to make this
a little better.

Listen up, remedy.
It's not gonna get any easier.

So I ask him what he wants.
And what does he want?

Of course, over the knee.

Yeah, you know,
you try and steer him.

"Wouldn't you like a light
flogging or something like that?"

No. He is insistent.

And he's getting all,
like, ornery about it,

"I paid my money.
I want my spanking."

You know, whatever.

So, I go to get the puppy pads.

I'm resigned to this.
I'm a professional.

And there are no puppy pads.

I find this, like,
tube of plastic wrap in the corner.

And I'm like, "okay, stand up,

and I'm just gonna...
I'm gonna wrap you."

- And he stands...
- like a suitcase at the airport?

What the fuck do you know
from "suitcase?"

They don't let you
out of the country.

They would never
let you back in.

So he stands up, and it's like

the bell clapper at notre dame.

You know what I mean?
"Sanctuary!"

Dude, the ball is trying to
escape from his body.

It's like when
you go down the shore

and there are those
bungee jumpers,

and you're convinced
they're gonna go off this thing

and they're just gonna,
like, smash on the ground,

but then they come
right back up?

He literally got off the table

and it was like slow motion.

Like...

Boom...

And like caught itself,
you know?

So I spin him and wrap him
in this stuff,

and then I put him over my knee.

The smell is bad,
and I'm breathing through my mouth

until I realize that
the pissy smell molecules

are then entering my mouth.

So I just breathe
through my nose instead

because the holes are smaller.

But I get used to it,

and I've taped his arms in,

so I don't have to deal
with the long fingernails.

But this elephantitis nut

is just like jammed
up against my thigh.

And I just keep going
and going and going,

and then he decides
he wants to be caned.

So, I lay him on the table.

And this guy
is not fucking giving up.

I'm twenty minutes...
to the point where

I'm holding the other arm,

and I'm not really
paying attention,

and I hit him in the wrong spot.

Now I don't know if I hit
elephantitis ball.

I'm not sure what I hit,

but all I know is that
he starts flipping out.

And he's, like,
wriggling, right?

A fucking bacon-wrapped
hors d'oeuvre, you know?

And he, like, knocks the cane,

and wriggles an arm out
and grabs it.

And then he heaves himself
off the table.

But on the way off the table,

he hits his face on the side

of the steel thing, right?

So there's blood everywhere,

and I'm the asshole
that's, like,

totally dropping character,
and I'm like,

"my god. My god.
Are you okay?

Are you okay?
Are you okay?"

And then he comes up
and he fucking headbutts me.

The motherfucker headbutts me.

So I have blood
fucking everywhere...

my blood, his blood,
all over the fucking place.

And so then he rises up,

while I'm trying to get the
blood out of my face, right?

And he's in between me
and the door.

And he's got the cane,
and he's like,

fucking Zorro-ing
with it, you know?

And then all of a sudden
he just goes, "aah!"

And he throws the cane at me.

And then he hops out the door!

Out the door into the hallway!

- In the cellophane?
- Yeah, in the cellophane,

fucking hopping
through where other people

are doing other sessions,
you know?

And he fucking...

he only gets a few feet,

and then he loses consciousness

and he fucking falls
on the ground,

bloody, in plastic wrap,

elephantitis nut,

and we just end up
fucking putting him...

well, long story short,
we put him in a wheelchair

that one of
the other clients had

and we just wheel him outside.

Farewell! Mwah!

And we just leave him
a couple blocks away,

and that, my friend,
is the best night ever.

- Where was this?
- This was here.

Here? When was this?

What? Two years ago?
They were here.

You left someone bleeding
on the street?

We did call 911, though.
You know, courtesy.

That fucking guy.
Never came back.

- I don't know why.
- I know, right?

Have you ever been
addicted to a person?

I've been addicted
to a lot of things.

No.

I mean, has there
ever been a guy

whose effect on you made
absolutely no sense...

do guys ever make sense?

No.

I mean, you see him,

and you're like, no.

But then you're
a few feet from him

and you just go
completely retarded.

Right.

Has that ever happened to you?

Sure.

There is a way
to do damage control.

That makes no sense.

By definition,
it's out of your control.

That's what makes it
an addiction.

If it was within your control,

it would be a choice.

You are such a bottom.

- Sorry.
- Dude, it's all chemical.

There's this bullshit chemical

that is released in your brain

when you're just
a few inches from somebody.

It's called oxytocin
or dopamine or whatever.

Anyway, it's the same chemical

that is released
in the mother's brain

when she's breastfeeding

so that she doesn't tear
the kid off of her tit

and throw it into a wall.

So what you do
when you are within

a few inches of this man
who knocks your socks off...

danger, danger, danger,
whatever...

you do this.

You pinch your nipple
and you look the other way.

Just that easy.

People like to make things
way more complicated

than they need to be.

I should have been a doctor.

So, which one are you?

- Mistress remedy.
- Remedy, I'm David.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

What are you
looking for tonight?

Just a simple role-play,
nothing physical.

I'm not going to take
my clothes off,

which I'm sure will come
as a relief to you.

Unless, of course,
you command me to.

- What kind of role-play?
- I want you to abuse me.

- I see. How?
- Why?

Because I need you to be
a little more specific.

No. I mean,
I want you to ask me why.

- Why?
- Because I'm a dirty Jew.

I'm going to send
another mistress in.

Am I making you uncomfortable?

Does my asking you
to call me a filthy Jew

make you uncomfortable?

I just don't believe that I'm
the right mistress for you.

I think you're perfectly capable

of indulging my little fantasy.

I understand.
You want me to lie to you.

But I assure you,

I'm just not that convincing
of an actress.

But it's not about acting.

I see the hate in your eyes.
You're disgusted by me.

- I am not disgusted by you.
- By my kind then.

I don't feel like
being jerked around, David.

I'm pushing.

I'm sorry, remedy.
Truly, I am.

I just can't help myself.
You should tell me off...

pushy, fucking,
little kike bastard.

It's okay, remedy.
I'm giving you permission.

You can say
all of the things you feel.

It will be therapeutic
for both of US.

I'm not lying to you.

It takes one to know one.

Your mouth is smiling,

but your eyes say
I'm a waste of flesh.

- Listen.
- David.

Listen, I'm really
not interested

in accommodating you tonight.

I suggest you see someone else.

No matter how much you think
you know about me,

this is not going to happen.

You've seen Jews before.

- What?
- Come on.

Come on,
they come into this building

all the time,
supposedly for work.

Then they get selective about
the teachings of the torah,

so they can fuck over
their wives

and come in their own mouths,

meanwhile maintaining
the facade of faith.

It's grotesque, isn't it?

I don't care who comes in here
as long as they pay me.

Do they tip?

Some people tip
and some people don't.

But the Jews don't tip, do they?

So I tell you what,
I'll make you a little deal.

- Don't bother.
- Smart girl.

Okay, then let's call it
a gesture of good faith,

or maybe better yet, good will.

I'll tip you in advance.

All you have to do is call me
a dirty fucking Jew.

Please, let me go.

I won't make you smell me.

I won't make you
complicit in my sin.

This is not going to happen.

Say you're on an island.

- Excuse me?
- You're on an island.

There's only one other person
on this island with you.

He's impotent,
so there's no sexual threat.

But you know before
he even utters one word

or makes one gesture,
you know he is a Jew.

- Stop, okay?
- Now, of course,

there's only enough food
for one of you.

I will not be manipulated
into abusing you.

You feel manipulated?

That is what you are
trying to accomplish.

Do you feel that Jews
are inherently

more manipulative
than other people?

Right now I feel that
you are pretty lousy at it.

You expect more from me
because I'm a Jew.

Are you satisfied yet?

Or do I need to
do something else

in order to show you that
someone else is...

- I'm not satisfied.
- I know.

And that is why I will
personally find someone...

do you think there are more
Jewish psychologists

than non-Jewish psychologists?

Given our inherently
manipulative natures,

do you think that Jews
are more suited than others...

- sir?
- David.

David.

Do you want me to dominate you?

Or would you
like to dominate me?

Because based
on what I see here,

the tribute will be another $25,

and I am sure that the manager

will be pleased
to set that up with you,

and I really hope you
find what you're looking for.

Don't worry about it.

- I won't be staying.
- What?

You are exactly what I was looking for,
remedy.

Now, would you like
to walk me to the door?

He's new right?

- Is he new?
- He's new.

- What?
- He's not naked, you know?

He's just standing there
fully clothed.

- Standing there.
- It's a sub session.

He can wear whatever he wants.

But he is new right?

I have his money already.

- I have no one else.
- Yeah, I guess not.

Good evening.
May I help you?

Yes, of course.
I can confirm that for you.

What time did you say?

9:00 P.M. tomorrow.

Yes, I have you down.

You have a good night.

Just do me a favor and check in.

It's just after the last one...

- after the last what, Remy?
- We bought radios.

The little white baby monitors.

The white fucking baby monitors.

You want me to put
a fucking baby monitor

in a room without
the client noticing?

We bought them for a reason.

You want to throw the session?

You've got about 30 seconds
to make up your mind

whether you want to walk
in there and take the session

or let someone else have it.

No, wait, there is no one else.

In fact, it's been
a really quiet shift.

That may be the only client

to walk through the doors
this entire night.

By all means,
throw the fucking session.

Why not just wait?
He'll walk,

and you won't have to
make any decision at all.

- I'm going.
- But of course,

we don't ask you to do anything

- you don't want to do.
- Start me now.

- It's your choice.
- I'm going!

♪ Me know no bird'll
sing to me ♪

♪ me know it

♪ me know no fishes in the sea ♪

♪ me know it

♪ we have their bones
to comb our hair ♪

♪ so shiny

♪ me know no bird'll
pull the strings ♪

♪ untie me

♪ me know no bird'll
sing to me ♪

♪ me know it

♪ me know no fishes in the sea ♪

♪ me know it

♪ we have their bones
to comb our hair ♪

♪ so shiny

♪ me know no bird'll
pull the strings ♪

♪ untie me

♪ untie me

♪ untie me

♪ untie me

♪ untie me

Hi.

That was fun.

So,
do we start right in after we discuss or...

Just tell US what you want.

You know you ladies
seem like the type

to tell me what it is I need.

- You are getting distracted.
- Indeed, I am.

You hit hard.

You're getting even better.

Once we get the tribute,
then we'll get started.

Sure you don't wanna
do me again?

- Yeah.
- I'm a bad boy.

I just don't know
how to treat a lady,

and I think you two
can teach me.

You know, say we've been
on a couple of dates...

you know, both of you.
And, you know,

I've stuck you with the check,

I didn't pull out your chair.

I can't seem to keep
my hands to myself, you know?

And when I look
at the two of you,

I just seem to have
one thing on my mind.

So, later you see me
on the street,

the two of you together.

And, you know, you corner me,

and take me some place private

and, teach me a lesson.

You pull down my pants,

and use this on me.

You know, I don't know
what women want

because no one ever taught me.

You know, all women
want to be treated

like princesses
for a little while.

- Ken.
- But what they really want

is to be dominated
by a strong...

- My name's Ken.
- Sexy man.

You know, you wanted me
to just take you...

- Hi.
- And to make you submit to me.

You just get so turned on
by my power that you just...

Wait, which one of you
is the switch?

- Rem?
- What?

Rem, did you hear what he wants?

Fuck.

You think women are meat,
don't you?

Yes, mistress.

I'm going to treat you like meat

and see how you like it.

Ooh, teach me how to behave.

Rem, hold him as tight
as you can.

- Got him.
- Where's the hairbrush?

Dangerously close
to his left hand.

Now, you're going to
give me a good hard spank

every time you call out a rule.

Rule number one.

Don't give a woman orders

when she has you
with your pants down.

Hit him!

Rule number two.

Don't help US
unless we ask for it.

Rule number three.

We know you only care
about fucking US.

It would be helpful
if you were a clever liar.

You're assuming he's capable
of being clever.

So lie to US.

- Do it!
- Do what, mistress?

Tell US what we want to hear.

Tell US that you care
about how we feel.

I care about how you feel,
mistress.

Tell US that you feel
an intense mental connection.

I feel very connected
to you, mistress.

Tell US you've been
a bad, bad boy.

I've been so bad, mistress.

Tell me that I make you nervous.

You make me so nervous,
mistress.

Tell US that you're sorry.

I'm so sorry, mistress.

Tell US that you're
hurting for US.

I am hurting for you, mistress.

Tell me that I'm strong.

You're strong, mistress.

Tell US you want to be
treated like a dog.

Treat me like a dog, mistress.

Tell me that you believe in me.

- What?
- Tell me.

- Say it!
- I believe in you.

Tell me that I'm powerful.
Tell me that I'm powerful!

- You're power...
- tell me that I'm beautiful.

Okay, you're hurting my arms.

Sometimes sweet talk
gets a bit tiresome.

What do you mean, mistress?

Women don't always
want to be in control.

What do you mean, mistress?

Sometimes we like it
when you overpower US.

Sometimes we do.

I thought so.

Hey, whoa.
Whoa, stop!

You didn't listen to me?
You didn't listen to me.

You didn't listen to me
you fucking bastard!

Is that what you want
you motherfucker?

Is that what you want?
You fucking bad boy?

Remedy, stop it, honey.

Remedy?
No, rem, honey, stop.

What the fuck just happened?

Whitley told me you just flipped

the fuck out on a client.

I don't know.

- Where is he?
- He's out.

If he'd asked for his money back,
you'd be out with him.

Get out of there.

Whitley needs to clean the room.

- ♪ so
- ♪ give me one good reason

♪ something to believe in

♪ 'cause all I see is reaching ♪

♪ onto things
to sink my teeth in ♪

♪ in your eyes I'm seeing

♪ got that sinking feeling

♪ and now you're going under

♪ it's your thunder
that I'm stealing ♪

- ♪ so give me
- ♪ one good reason

- ♪ just
- ♪ something to believe in

- ♪ cause - ♪ cause
all I see is reaching ♪

♪ onto things
to sink my teeth in ♪

♪ in your eyes I'm seeing

♪ got that sinking feeling

♪ and now you're going under

♪ it's your thunder
that I'm stealing ♪

♪ high five, up high

♪ down low, too slow ♪

♪ no, really, though,
you're having a go ♪

♪ at the business of show,
so way to go ♪

♪ but I don't know
about your work ♪

♪ maybe some day
you will make it better ♪

♪ not bad for an amateur

♪ you gave it a shot,
"a" for effort ♪

♪ take a letter,
and this bitter pill for swallowing ♪

♪ and break a leg, but I hear ♪

♪ it's awfully hard
to follow me ♪

♪ and opening up for me

♪ it ain't no picnic neither

♪ either you get booed

♪ or you play to an empty room ♪

♪ because no one will be there ♪

♪ alert, emergency,
you need rehearsal urgently ♪

♪ you're paying your dues,
but using third world currency ♪

♪ I recall those days
in hazy memories ♪

♪ you know, you kind of
remind me of me ♪

♪ minus eloquence and energy ♪

♪ and everybody knows it

♪ and you're probably
getting sick of it ♪

♪ I haven't slept in days,
I'm drunk ♪

♪ but still
I'm more articulate ♪

♪ go on and hit me
with your best shot ♪

♪ come on, do your worst

♪ and then just
watch me win an Oscar ♪

♪ for pretending it hurts,
but it won't ♪

♪ nice try, little buddy,
high five ♪

♪ why don't you
hit the sidelines? ♪

♪ 'cause it's my time, bye-bye ♪

♪ I'm a thunder thief,
a cunning sneak ♪

♪ I'm coming up
from underneath ♪

♪ to undermine, I'm undefined ♪

♪ but I might have to
blow your mind ♪

♪ so, nice try,
little buddy, high five ♪

♪ why don't you
hit the sidelines? ♪

♪ 'cause it's my time, bye-bye ♪

♪ I'm a thunder thief,
a cunning sneak ♪

♪ I'm coming up
from underneath ♪

♪ to undermine, I'm undefined ♪

♪ but I might have to
blow your mind ♪

♪ my, every time you speak ♪

♪ I think you're finally fine ♪

♪ but then I'm reminded

♪ your fatal flaws
are underlined ♪

♪ and underscored,
and I've ignored ♪

♪ it feels so long
intentionally ♪

♪ I'd sing your praises

♪ were there enough
to mention me ♪

- ♪ a little in common
- ♪ so very little

♪ there is nothing wrong in
feeding from the bottom ♪

♪ I've done it, too,
just not as often ♪

♪ once you've get your fire

♪ and you've climbed
a little higher ♪

♪ then admire me as the
goal to which you will aspire ♪

♪ all right, all night,
as I caught your sight ♪

♪ I saw that you got white

♪ but it's all right,
don't be frightened by it ♪

♪ it's just called a spotlight,
and it won't bite ♪

♪ obscurity can be
a safe place ♪

♪ never embarrassed means
you'll never have to save face ♪

♪ so if you quit
while you're behind ♪

♪ and now it's time to retire ♪

♪ I'd say you made
a fine attempt ♪

♪ because I'm kind of liar

♪ and should you get inspired
for another try, reminder ♪

♪ like dmc advised,
you and your kind can call me sire ♪

♪ so, nice try,
little buddy, high five ♪

♪ why don't you
hit the sidelines? ♪

♪ 'cause it's my time, bye-bye ♪

♪ I'm a thunder thief,
a cunning sneak ♪

♪ I'm coming up
from underneath ♪

♪ to undermine, I'm undefined ♪

♪ but I might have to
blow your mind ♪

♪ so, nice try,
little buddy, high five ♪

♪ why don't you
hit the sidelines? ♪

♪ 'cause it's my time, bye-bye ♪

♪ I'm a thunder thief,
a cunning sneak ♪

♪ I'm coming up
from underneath ♪

♪ to undermine, I'm undefined ♪

♪ but I might have to
blow your mind ♪

- ♪ so, nice try
- ♪ one good reason

- ♪ high five
- ♪ someone to believe in

♪ sideline, my time, bye-bye ♪

- ♪ I'm a thunder thief
- ♪ in your eyes I'm seeing

♪ I'm coming up from underneath,
a thunder thief ♪

♪ I'm a thunder thief

- ♪ nice try, high five
- ♪ one good reason

- ♪ sidelines
- ♪ someone to believe in

♪ my time, bye-bye

- ♪ I'm a thunder thief,
- ♪ in your eyes I'm seeing

♪ I'm coming up from underneath,
a thunder thief ♪

♪ and I'm a thunder thief

♪ it's your thunder
that I'm stealing ♪

♪ it's your time

♪ fill the space now

♪ it's your place now

♪ make your own way

♪ move in your own direction ♪

♪ all connections
to fall in place ♪

♪ do what you do

♪ it's all right,
it's all right ♪

♪ do what you do

♪ just do what you do

♪ falling into place now

♪ it's your space now

♪ made your own way

♪ clear now,
thoughts collected ♪

♪ dots connected
in your own way ♪

♪ do what you do

♪ it's all right,
it's all right ♪