Red Shoe Diaries (1992–1999): Season 3, Episode 7 - Girl on a Bike - full transcript

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- Sometimes you are who you are,

and sometimes you are
who you pretend to be.

When I met Marcus I
wasn't exactly sure of

which of the above I was.

All I know is at least
for a little while,

in order for my
story to make sense,

I'm going to have
to tell it to you

from Marcus's point of view,

pieced together from the
little bit he told me.

Apparently in his mind, I
was the girl on the bike.

- Ohhhh, Tunisia.



White sand beaches.

Look at this place.

$300 for ten days,

including airfare.

We actually save
money by going there.

Figure it out: what's it cost
to live in Paris for a day?

Multiply it by ten and
what do you end up with?

$300,

ten days.

Yeah, it's really cool.

Do you want to go to
Bali or something?

- There she is.

- Where's he going?

I have no idea,



he just picked up
and walked away.

♪ If it's all in my head

♪ How can I love you so much?

♪ Is it all in my head?

♪ I guess it's all in my head.

♪ Or is it?

♪ Is it?

♪ Every morning I
wake up next to you

♪ And watch the sunlight
caress your face

♪ Think of the times I
watched you ride your bike

♪ Along the Champs Elysees

♪ Now you come back to me
and the hours are not enough

♪ If it's all in my head

♪ How can I need you so much?

♪ Is it all in my head?

♪ Could be all in my head

♪ Must be all in my head

Bon jour, bon jour.

- Je peu 1'essayer?

Bien sur.

♪ Is it all in my head?

♪ I guess it's all in my head

♪ Must be all in my head

- Merci.

♪ Is it?

♪ Is it all in my head?

♪ I guess it's all in my head

♪ Must be all in my head

♪ Or is it?

♪ Is it?

♪ Is it all in my head?

♪ I guess it's all in my head

♪ Must be all in my head

♪ Or is it?

♪ Is it?

♪ Is it all in my head?

♪ I guess it's all in my head

♪ Must be all in my head

♪ Or is it?

♪ Is it?

♪ Is it?

♪ Is it?

Bon jour.

- Bon jour.

- Can I help you?

- No, thank you, it's done.

- Oh,

your scarf.

- Thanks.

Thank you.

Thank you.

- I'm not a prostitute.

I've never been with
a man for money.

I dance because I like to dance.

I dance nude because
I like being naughty.

And they pay me well.

Does that disappoint you?

I've betrayed your
fantasy of me, haven't I?

Say it.

I've betrayed your
fantasy of me, haven't I?

Yes.

- Yes, what?

- Yes, you've betrayed
my fantasy of you.

- Tell me about your fantasy.

I want to know.

- It's not just you.

It's us.

- So we're a couple
in your fantasy?

- Yeah.

- And am I as pure as
I appear on my bicycle?

And do we have picnics
in a field by a stream

in the country?

And is there a wedding,

with uncles in bad suits

and aunts with too much makeup?

And do we move into a house

with a garden that
is always in bloom?

I want you.

Oh!

Hi.

Oh, oh.

Where do you come
from in America?

- Detroit.

- Detroit?
- Mmmhmm.

- Where they make the cars?
- Mmmhmm.

- Buicks, Oldsmobiles
and Cadillacs?

And Fords, and ah, Chevrolets
and Chrysler pickup trucks.

- Oui.
- Oui.

I have to go back to work.

And there's nothing
you can do to stop me.

But even if you did,
I'd betray you tomorrow.

And if I didn't tomorrow
I'd do it the next day,

and do you want to know why?

I don't trust men who fantasize,

because in the end,
no matter what,

you always disappoint them.

So, you want to get rough?

So, you want to get tough?

At least it's in
the here and now.

At least it's real,
you feel what you feel,

you do what you do.

Ah, ah, ah.

Oh.

I like being naughty.

I like living for the moment.

That's my fantasy.

- You know what?

Hey!

You know what?

I think you're full of shit.

You think you're this person,

you think you're this person,

but you're more.

You're more than this!

You're this person too.

You're this person too!

You think you're not good enough

to make it as a real dancer,

so you do this instead!

You know, my life, it
gets a little tough,

I hang in there.

I embrace the challenge
and I come back.

You know, show your body off
if that's gonna make you happy,

but, but at least try.

Try, just at least try to do
something in the name of art!

It'll, it will give
you peace of mind!

I guarantee you.

No!

♪ If it is all in my head

♪ Why do I smell your perfume?

♪ How can I see the
moonlight through your dress

♪ As you walk into my room?

♪ Why do I taste your sweat

♪ Or feel the heat
of every touch?

♪ If it is all in my head

♪ How can I love you so much?

♪ Is it all in my head?

♪ I guess it's all in my head

♪ It could be all in my head

♪ Or is it?

♪ Is it?

♪ Every morning I
wake up next to you

♪ And watch the sunlight
caress your face

♪ Think of the times I
watched you ride your bike

♪ Along the Champs Elysees

♪ Now you come back to me
and the hours are not enough

♪ If it's all in my head

♪ How can I need you so much?

♪ Is it all in my head?

♪ It could be all in my head

I had no intention of

going to bed with that man.

♪ It must be all in my head

I only did it to
rattle his cage.

♪ Or is it?

I loved his fantasy.

♪ Is it all in my head?

It was like a true romance.

♪ I guess it's all in my head

But I wonder if he
would follow me.

♪ It must be all in my head

I mean forever.

♪ Or is it?

- In my heart I prayed that
he'd follow me, but he didn't.

I guess Mr. Detroit
finally got it through

that little beautiful
head of his,

that I was actually
who I pretended to be,

or was I pretending to
be who I actually was?

All I know is, when
I think back on

those few hours
I spent with him,

I realize that he was it.

The brass ring.

Possibly my last chance at

what some people might
call true romance.

♪ Is it all in my head?

♪ I guess it's all in my head