Red Shoe Diaries (1992–1999): Season 3, Episode 5 - Borders of Salt - full transcript
Claudia and Paul have a romantic encounter on a train, when it ends they fear it was fleeting and can't be recreated if they meet again. Instead, they find the magic between them is a connection that will live in their hearts fore...
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♪ Borders of salt
♪ Borders of sea
♪ Men oughta believe
♪ In crosses and stone
♪ Borders of salt
♪ Borders of sea.
- How are you?
♪ Of endless prayer
♪ Flown through the skies
♪ For better days
♪ And better hours
- 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.
Then, later on my way to and from college,
I'd always take the train.
It was a way of relaxing.
Letting go.
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 Bette Davis or Joan Crawford.
Gives me confidence.
Separates me from my
hangups 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 that he 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 had 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
about 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?
- Thank you.
When it's good sex,
it's like losing yourself.
Being lost and found.
It's 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?
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 off?
On the kitchen floor?
Blindfolded?
Or tied down?
On top or on bottom?
Do you want to be made
love to tenderly, or savagely?
To be in control, 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 who can excite me.
- Ask me to dance.
- Nobody else is dancing.
- Please?
- Would you dance with me?
- I like your hand on my back.
Don't move it.
If you really want to know what I fantasize
about the most, it's telling a man
exactly how to make love to me.
Where to touch me.
When.
For how long.
So you want to be in control.
Well, at least 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?
- I see a man and a woman,
and they're dancing together.
It looks like it could be you and I.
And they're pressed very close together.
- What else do you see?
- I see his mouth on her neck.
His lips on her lips.
And they kiss.
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.
And what does the woman do?
- They begin dancing.
And then, almost, imperceptibly,
so slowly, she begins to
move her hips back and forth.
Unable to control himself, he's aroused.
And he touches her, and
it's like putting his hand
to the center of a hot fire.
Oh God, he knows it can burn him,
but he's unable to resist.
Tell me what you want.
Tell me what you want,
tell me what you feel.
- I 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.
Thank you.
- Well.
He asked to see me again.
And I said yes.
Hi.
Well you look lovely.
- Come on in.
Your place is beautiful.
Thank you.
- Same taste in music.
Picture this.
A Maitre'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
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, very slowly.
I loved seeing him again.
He dreamed of meeting someone on a train.
So did I.
And I'm sure he saw me
in black and white, or sepia.
♪ Through its seasons rings
♪ Ideals
♪ Roll down to phrase
♪ Seems through the phases
♪ This truss is on its way
♪ This truss is on its way
♪ Feel eyes through hands
♪ Smiles
♪ Hold on to the dances
♪ Words
♪ Hide truth of glances
♪ Lies
♪ So many more must glance us
♪ This is truss is on its way
♪ This truss is on its way
♪ Who's gonna give us
♪ One way ticket to the island
♪ Who's gonna get
♪ The road to hell
Same thoughts of trains.
Same fantasies.
Same dreams.
What are the chances of that, Red Shoes?
- A 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, I'd say.
Come on Stella.
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♪ Borders of salt
♪ Borders of sea
♪ Men oughta believe
♪ In crosses and stone
♪ Borders of salt
♪ Borders of sea.
- How are you?
♪ Of endless prayer
♪ Flown through the skies
♪ For better days
♪ And better hours
- 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.
Then, later on my way to and from college,
I'd always take the train.
It was a way of relaxing.
Letting go.
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 Bette Davis or Joan Crawford.
Gives me confidence.
Separates me from my
hangups 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 that he 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 had 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
about 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?
- Thank you.
When it's good sex,
it's like losing yourself.
Being lost and found.
It's 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?
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 off?
On the kitchen floor?
Blindfolded?
Or tied down?
On top or on bottom?
Do you want to be made
love to tenderly, or savagely?
To be in control, 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 who can excite me.
- Ask me to dance.
- Nobody else is dancing.
- Please?
- Would you dance with me?
- I like your hand on my back.
Don't move it.
If you really want to know what I fantasize
about the most, it's telling a man
exactly how to make love to me.
Where to touch me.
When.
For how long.
So you want to be in control.
Well, at least 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?
- I see a man and a woman,
and they're dancing together.
It looks like it could be you and I.
And they're pressed very close together.
- What else do you see?
- I see his mouth on her neck.
His lips on her lips.
And they kiss.
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.
And what does the woman do?
- They begin dancing.
And then, almost, imperceptibly,
so slowly, she begins to
move her hips back and forth.
Unable to control himself, he's aroused.
And he touches her, and
it's like putting his hand
to the center of a hot fire.
Oh God, he knows it can burn him,
but he's unable to resist.
Tell me what you want.
Tell me what you want,
tell me what you feel.
- I 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.
Thank you.
- Well.
He asked to see me again.
And I said yes.
Hi.
Well you look lovely.
- Come on in.
Your place is beautiful.
Thank you.
- Same taste in music.
Picture this.
A Maitre'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
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, very slowly.
I loved seeing him again.
He dreamed of meeting someone on a train.
So did I.
And I'm sure he saw me
in black and white, or sepia.
♪ Through its seasons rings
♪ Ideals
♪ Roll down to phrase
♪ Seems through the phases
♪ This truss is on its way
♪ This truss is on its way
♪ Feel eyes through hands
♪ Smiles
♪ Hold on to the dances
♪ Words
♪ Hide truth of glances
♪ Lies
♪ So many more must glance us
♪ This is truss is on its way
♪ This truss is on its way
♪ Who's gonna give us
♪ One way ticket to the island
♪ Who's gonna get
♪ The road to hell
Same thoughts of trains.
Same fantasies.
Same dreams.
What are the chances of that, Red Shoes?
- A 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, I'd say.
Come on Stella.