Secret Diary of a Call Girl (2007–2011): Season 2, Episode 8 - Episode #2.8 - full transcript
Belle goes to a date with a rich punter called Simon. However it turns out to be Alex who has set a trap to test whether she has given up escorting. He concedes that she loves her job more than him and finishes with her. Bambi and Ben come to support her and, at Ben's suggestion, she writes a book about her experiences, which becomes a best-seller and she is seen going into a television studio to promote it.
Sometimes you wake up in the morning
and you think "this could be it"
"this could be enough. the rest of my life."
- Morning
- hi
- you ok?
- yeah. you?
I was wondering if you wanted to
meet up for something to eat later?
Yeah. I mean, if you...want to.
That's why I asked.
You expecting someone?
No. Excuse me.
What?
You don't call, you never write.
What do you want, Stephanie?
I'm here to make your day.
Little proposition for you.
One last job?
As I said, I'm here to do business.
And, strange though it may seem,
I'm not keen to discuss it here.
You're not coming up.
Ashamed of something?
Not done the washing up?
Or is there a doctor in the house?
You can't just turn up here.
If you answered your phone...
I don't own a work phone any more.
I've told you, I'm retired.
Well, that's what I told the client.
He immediately upped his offer
to £1,000.
What client? What does it matter?
You're retired. Stephanie!
A gentlemen caller
who's tired of eastern Europe
wants to try a little
of your English rose.
Oh, please! Apparently
your reviews speak for themselves.
No, I don't wanna do it.
Is that your final answer?
Yeah.
Sorry you had a wasted journey,
but I'm not interested.
Shame. Well, you know where I am
if you er...change your mind.
Can you help me?
There you go. You look great.
Really?
Wish I could come and watch you.
Ah, medical conference,
it's beyond dull. It's a morning
of consultants and old buffers.
Yeah, it beats shredding
at MH-fucking-Credit.
Right. Come on, let's go.
Yeah.
Bye.
Bye.
# There's nowhere to go but on
# Heart on my sleeve
# Not where it should be
# The song's out of key again
# Take it slow
# Take it easy on me
# And shed some light #
I know. Not great.
But I will tell him.
I just need to get another job first.
Er, it's hopeless.
Completely unemployable.
I'm losing it, you know.
Come ON.
There must be something you can do.
Look. Let's look at what
we're working with, all right?
You're a 20-something arts graduate.
And...what are your skills, exactly?
I can put a condom on
without using my hands.
I don't even know what half of these
jobs are and they're all shitty pay.
And horrible bosses.
The same thing day after day -
So freelance.
Lucrative. Preferably sex-based.
If not actually having sex,
then talking about it.
Sex therapist.
Ugh, listening to people.
Asking questions.
Agony aunt. Writer. Writer!
Writer? Yeah. Yeah, why not?
Write about what you know.
No. Come on,
you must have loads to write about.
It's hopeless. This is why I started
escorting in the first place.
There's nothing I wanted to do that
paid as well for so few hours.
So you're gonna go back to it.
You're talking about it like that.
No. No, I...
I can't.
You know, and I don't want to.
I've got Alex now.
And that's all I need.
Excuse me. I'm looking for Hannah
Baxter. She works for MH Credit.
Oh, she doesn't work here any more.
Once...
..upon a time...
..there was an escort...
..called...Belle.
Like all working girls
Belle had her favourite clients.
The ones she would find hard
to give up.
Ashok.
I knew there was something
I missed about London.
Congestion Charge? Black cabs?
No.
So, how was New York?
Seductive.
Expensive.
There's nothing wrong with that.
You can be in
the best place in the world
but you're still
chained to your desk.
You know,
I almost feel sorry for you.
That's what I wanted.
Come on.
God, I've missed you.
Six months away.
The whole time I thought about you.
Imagined you.
Us.
And here you are.
And it's true.
You're flawless.
You're just not looking
closely enough.
No. There's no one else
who can do what you do to me.
# Fever
# Ooh
# Ooh
# You give me fever
# Fever in the morning
# Fever when it's late at night
# He give me fever
# Fever when you kiss me
# Fever when you hold me tight
# You give me fever
# Fever in the evening
# Fever all through the night
# Give me fever, ey
# Fever when you're with me
# Fever when you love me
# He's so sweet
# He's so good to me
# He's so intelligent
# He's so confident #
To the client I'm a treat.
A luxury.
Something special.
We should go. Together.
New York.
A weekend away.
On me.
You'll buy me pancakes?
You do what you just did to me
again...
..I'll MAKE you pancakes.
(PHONE)
Belle?
Hm?
Your phone.
(PHONE)
Hm?
Hello?
You're gonna kill me,
but I need to meet you
in Grimsby at half two.
What? There's a guy
who comes to the bar, James.
He's a publisher's assistant.
His boss might be interested
in your book.
No. W-w-what book?
The one you're writing. I told him
you're a middle class ex-schoolgirl
and it's all a big
secret and everything.
And his eyes lit up.
Ben!
Whoa, it's OK, it's just a chat.
He said he can't promise anything,
but it's worth a try.
No, I'm not going.
Don't be ridiculous.
Hannah, I've gotta go.
I'll see you there. I'll -
No!
Don't be late.
Shit.
Shit!
Hiya. It's Ben and Belle.
We've got a meeting with James.
He's just on another call.
Please, take a seat.
Thanks.
Could be you. You and Melv,
pressing the flesh.
Don't, Ben. Don't what?
Joke about this.
I don't even know
what I'm doing here.
You're here
because you wanna write a book.
No... Hey.
You want me to write a book.
You're so fucking desperate
for me to go straight.
What?
You pretend to be OK with what I do.
What I did. What I DID.
But you're not.
And this is, I dunno,
this is like some way
of kind of legitimising it.
That's bullshit.
My friend's an escort
but it's OK, she writes about it.
Bollocks! You know what? I have
kept this a secret for years.
I haven't told anyone. And now you
want me to just let them all in.
So they can read and point -
Hannah, will you - Don't!
Where are you going?
I'm going.
Might have to reschedule.
# You've been too far
# You live too fast
Alex, it's me. Can you call me as
soon as you can, please? Cheers.
# You're a tragedy starting to happen
One last job?
Apparently, your reviews
speak for themselves.
Alex, can you please call me back?
I really need to talk.
You know where I am,
if you er change your mind.
# Don't make those promises
# That is how you go #
(PHONE)
Hello?
You left a message.
Yeah. What do you want?
I've gotta get back to theatre.
Alex...I love you.
Mm-hm.
You know that, don't you?
I've gotta go.
We should - Please can you -
Don't work too hard.
Well, well, well.
Forgive me
if I don't look surprised.
Ah, escorts.
They're like boxers. Retire every
year, then surface for a rematch
a little fatter, more desperate,
and further down the rankings.
Who's the client?
What's it matter?
It matters to me.
Well, his name is Simon.
He sounds American.
He's only in the city for a week.
Why don't I call him?
Name a price.
Leave the rest to fate.
Simon? It's Stephanie.
I've had a word with Belle
and she's prepared to reconsider.
Obviously on her own terms.
One hour...£5,000.
Absolutely. My pleasure.
The Molton, 9:30pm it is, then.
The Royal Suite. Bye.
Yes.
Don't worry.
They say it's like riding a bike.
Belle! Hey.
You've thought about this, have you?
What are you doing?
One last job.
Yeah, but, what if it isn't?
What if you can't give up?
What if Alex finds out?
Alex won't find out.
But he might.
Bloody hell, babes, I saw you
when you were split up
and...you were lost. No, no,
you don't do this, all right?
You don't tell me what to do
or how I feel.
You're nothing like me, Bambi.
I'm not being funny.
I know she's your mate, but...
..she was really horrible to me.
And I was only trying to help.
What?
You know...
Make sure she'd really thought about
it. Make sure he's bloody worth it.
Bambi, what are you talking about?
She is taking a booking.
9:30 tonight.
This is a sensible decision.
£5,000.
It's a lot of cash.
And I'm only doing it for the cash.
It's not like anyone'll know.
There's always anxiety
when you take a break.
First day back at the office,
first day back at term.
I'll just see if the uniform
still fits.
What?
These ones are bloody expensive.
You're really worried about her,
aren't you?
No.
Do you think we should
go and do something?
She's a big girl, Bambi.
It's not up to us.
I just don't think she knows
what she's doing.
# Piece by piece
# Is how I'll let go of you
# Kiss by kiss
# Will leave my mind one at a time
# One at a time
There's no other job like it.
Maybe actors waiting for the curtain
or athletes before the gun.
That feeling. The butterflies,
the knot in the stomach.
I've missed this part the most.
The mystery.
Who will be on the other side
of the door and what will he want?
# Is how I'll let go of you
# Kiss by kiss
# Will leave my mind one at a time
# One at a time
# One at a time
# One at a time #
Bit dressed up for the office.
I didn't want you to come.
I'd hoped that you wouldn't.
But I knew you would.
Because I think that you...
love this job.
More than you love me.
And when you stopped...
..it was like
a light had gone out in you.
You look like you looked
when I first met you.
The...the hair and the make-up.
It's a different hotel, though.
It's cheaper.
I'm a rich American, remember?
I didn't...
..want any of this.
But...
I wanted Hannah.
I didn't want Belle.
They're one and the same.
We never quite got it right, did we?
We got everything right.
# First of all must go
# Your scent upon my pillow
# And then I say goodbye
# To your whispers in my dreams
# And then our lips will part
# In my mind and in my heart
# Cos your kiss
# Went deeper than my skin
# Piece by piece
# Is how I'll let go of you
# Kiss by kiss
# Will leave my mind one at a time
Babes.
You all right?
Come on,
we're really worried about you.
# Kiss by kiss
# Will leave my mind one at a time
# One at a time
# One at a time
# One at a time #
You can stay if you want.
My bed. Promise I won't touch you.
Got the line down the middle.
I won't cross it.
Good. You're a terrible shag.
I'm glad you're here.
# It looked like May in June
# All the same, I miss you
# Today has been OK
# Today has been OK
# Preacher lost his son
# He's known by all in town #
The first thing
you should know about me...
..is that I'm a whore.
In escorting...
..as in life...
..you don't always get
the ending you expect...
..but it helps
if you write your own story.
Studio two.
Bloody hell, babes,
you look like a transvestite.
Thanks, Bambi.
A pretty one.
Yeah.
Yeah, thanks for your support.
Today sees
the much anticipated publication
of The Secret Life
Of A London Call Girl.
Tell us, how does it feel to be
the latest literary sensation?
Actually, it feels pretty good.
When you're working as an escort
how do you manage
to keep your emotional life
separate from your work?
Er...it's...it's difficult.
It's probably the hardest part
of my job.
Have you ever been in love?
Yes. Once.
It was wonderful.
I didn't actually think
I had it in me.
And then it broke my heart.
Do you think, now that you've found
this new career,
you'd ever see yourself
giving up escorting?
Never.
A girl's gotta do her research.
and you think "this could be it"
"this could be enough. the rest of my life."
- Morning
- hi
- you ok?
- yeah. you?
I was wondering if you wanted to
meet up for something to eat later?
Yeah. I mean, if you...want to.
That's why I asked.
You expecting someone?
No. Excuse me.
What?
You don't call, you never write.
What do you want, Stephanie?
I'm here to make your day.
Little proposition for you.
One last job?
As I said, I'm here to do business.
And, strange though it may seem,
I'm not keen to discuss it here.
You're not coming up.
Ashamed of something?
Not done the washing up?
Or is there a doctor in the house?
You can't just turn up here.
If you answered your phone...
I don't own a work phone any more.
I've told you, I'm retired.
Well, that's what I told the client.
He immediately upped his offer
to £1,000.
What client? What does it matter?
You're retired. Stephanie!
A gentlemen caller
who's tired of eastern Europe
wants to try a little
of your English rose.
Oh, please! Apparently
your reviews speak for themselves.
No, I don't wanna do it.
Is that your final answer?
Yeah.
Sorry you had a wasted journey,
but I'm not interested.
Shame. Well, you know where I am
if you er...change your mind.
Can you help me?
There you go. You look great.
Really?
Wish I could come and watch you.
Ah, medical conference,
it's beyond dull. It's a morning
of consultants and old buffers.
Yeah, it beats shredding
at MH-fucking-Credit.
Right. Come on, let's go.
Yeah.
Bye.
Bye.
# There's nowhere to go but on
# Heart on my sleeve
# Not where it should be
# The song's out of key again
# Take it slow
# Take it easy on me
# And shed some light #
I know. Not great.
But I will tell him.
I just need to get another job first.
Er, it's hopeless.
Completely unemployable.
I'm losing it, you know.
Come ON.
There must be something you can do.
Look. Let's look at what
we're working with, all right?
You're a 20-something arts graduate.
And...what are your skills, exactly?
I can put a condom on
without using my hands.
I don't even know what half of these
jobs are and they're all shitty pay.
And horrible bosses.
The same thing day after day -
So freelance.
Lucrative. Preferably sex-based.
If not actually having sex,
then talking about it.
Sex therapist.
Ugh, listening to people.
Asking questions.
Agony aunt. Writer. Writer!
Writer? Yeah. Yeah, why not?
Write about what you know.
No. Come on,
you must have loads to write about.
It's hopeless. This is why I started
escorting in the first place.
There's nothing I wanted to do that
paid as well for so few hours.
So you're gonna go back to it.
You're talking about it like that.
No. No, I...
I can't.
You know, and I don't want to.
I've got Alex now.
And that's all I need.
Excuse me. I'm looking for Hannah
Baxter. She works for MH Credit.
Oh, she doesn't work here any more.
Once...
..upon a time...
..there was an escort...
..called...Belle.
Like all working girls
Belle had her favourite clients.
The ones she would find hard
to give up.
Ashok.
I knew there was something
I missed about London.
Congestion Charge? Black cabs?
No.
So, how was New York?
Seductive.
Expensive.
There's nothing wrong with that.
You can be in
the best place in the world
but you're still
chained to your desk.
You know,
I almost feel sorry for you.
That's what I wanted.
Come on.
God, I've missed you.
Six months away.
The whole time I thought about you.
Imagined you.
Us.
And here you are.
And it's true.
You're flawless.
You're just not looking
closely enough.
No. There's no one else
who can do what you do to me.
# Fever
# Ooh
# Ooh
# You give me fever
# Fever in the morning
# Fever when it's late at night
# He give me fever
# Fever when you kiss me
# Fever when you hold me tight
# You give me fever
# Fever in the evening
# Fever all through the night
# Give me fever, ey
# Fever when you're with me
# Fever when you love me
# He's so sweet
# He's so good to me
# He's so intelligent
# He's so confident #
To the client I'm a treat.
A luxury.
Something special.
We should go. Together.
New York.
A weekend away.
On me.
You'll buy me pancakes?
You do what you just did to me
again...
..I'll MAKE you pancakes.
(PHONE)
Belle?
Hm?
Your phone.
(PHONE)
Hm?
Hello?
You're gonna kill me,
but I need to meet you
in Grimsby at half two.
What? There's a guy
who comes to the bar, James.
He's a publisher's assistant.
His boss might be interested
in your book.
No. W-w-what book?
The one you're writing. I told him
you're a middle class ex-schoolgirl
and it's all a big
secret and everything.
And his eyes lit up.
Ben!
Whoa, it's OK, it's just a chat.
He said he can't promise anything,
but it's worth a try.
No, I'm not going.
Don't be ridiculous.
Hannah, I've gotta go.
I'll see you there. I'll -
No!
Don't be late.
Shit.
Shit!
Hiya. It's Ben and Belle.
We've got a meeting with James.
He's just on another call.
Please, take a seat.
Thanks.
Could be you. You and Melv,
pressing the flesh.
Don't, Ben. Don't what?
Joke about this.
I don't even know
what I'm doing here.
You're here
because you wanna write a book.
No... Hey.
You want me to write a book.
You're so fucking desperate
for me to go straight.
What?
You pretend to be OK with what I do.
What I did. What I DID.
But you're not.
And this is, I dunno,
this is like some way
of kind of legitimising it.
That's bullshit.
My friend's an escort
but it's OK, she writes about it.
Bollocks! You know what? I have
kept this a secret for years.
I haven't told anyone. And now you
want me to just let them all in.
So they can read and point -
Hannah, will you - Don't!
Where are you going?
I'm going.
Might have to reschedule.
# You've been too far
# You live too fast
Alex, it's me. Can you call me as
soon as you can, please? Cheers.
# You're a tragedy starting to happen
One last job?
Apparently, your reviews
speak for themselves.
Alex, can you please call me back?
I really need to talk.
You know where I am,
if you er change your mind.
# Don't make those promises
# That is how you go #
(PHONE)
Hello?
You left a message.
Yeah. What do you want?
I've gotta get back to theatre.
Alex...I love you.
Mm-hm.
You know that, don't you?
I've gotta go.
We should - Please can you -
Don't work too hard.
Well, well, well.
Forgive me
if I don't look surprised.
Ah, escorts.
They're like boxers. Retire every
year, then surface for a rematch
a little fatter, more desperate,
and further down the rankings.
Who's the client?
What's it matter?
It matters to me.
Well, his name is Simon.
He sounds American.
He's only in the city for a week.
Why don't I call him?
Name a price.
Leave the rest to fate.
Simon? It's Stephanie.
I've had a word with Belle
and she's prepared to reconsider.
Obviously on her own terms.
One hour...£5,000.
Absolutely. My pleasure.
The Molton, 9:30pm it is, then.
The Royal Suite. Bye.
Yes.
Don't worry.
They say it's like riding a bike.
Belle! Hey.
You've thought about this, have you?
What are you doing?
One last job.
Yeah, but, what if it isn't?
What if you can't give up?
What if Alex finds out?
Alex won't find out.
But he might.
Bloody hell, babes, I saw you
when you were split up
and...you were lost. No, no,
you don't do this, all right?
You don't tell me what to do
or how I feel.
You're nothing like me, Bambi.
I'm not being funny.
I know she's your mate, but...
..she was really horrible to me.
And I was only trying to help.
What?
You know...
Make sure she'd really thought about
it. Make sure he's bloody worth it.
Bambi, what are you talking about?
She is taking a booking.
9:30 tonight.
This is a sensible decision.
£5,000.
It's a lot of cash.
And I'm only doing it for the cash.
It's not like anyone'll know.
There's always anxiety
when you take a break.
First day back at the office,
first day back at term.
I'll just see if the uniform
still fits.
What?
These ones are bloody expensive.
You're really worried about her,
aren't you?
No.
Do you think we should
go and do something?
She's a big girl, Bambi.
It's not up to us.
I just don't think she knows
what she's doing.
# Piece by piece
# Is how I'll let go of you
# Kiss by kiss
# Will leave my mind one at a time
# One at a time
There's no other job like it.
Maybe actors waiting for the curtain
or athletes before the gun.
That feeling. The butterflies,
the knot in the stomach.
I've missed this part the most.
The mystery.
Who will be on the other side
of the door and what will he want?
# Is how I'll let go of you
# Kiss by kiss
# Will leave my mind one at a time
# One at a time
# One at a time
# One at a time #
Bit dressed up for the office.
I didn't want you to come.
I'd hoped that you wouldn't.
But I knew you would.
Because I think that you...
love this job.
More than you love me.
And when you stopped...
..it was like
a light had gone out in you.
You look like you looked
when I first met you.
The...the hair and the make-up.
It's a different hotel, though.
It's cheaper.
I'm a rich American, remember?
I didn't...
..want any of this.
But...
I wanted Hannah.
I didn't want Belle.
They're one and the same.
We never quite got it right, did we?
We got everything right.
# First of all must go
# Your scent upon my pillow
# And then I say goodbye
# To your whispers in my dreams
# And then our lips will part
# In my mind and in my heart
# Cos your kiss
# Went deeper than my skin
# Piece by piece
# Is how I'll let go of you
# Kiss by kiss
# Will leave my mind one at a time
Babes.
You all right?
Come on,
we're really worried about you.
# Kiss by kiss
# Will leave my mind one at a time
# One at a time
# One at a time
# One at a time #
You can stay if you want.
My bed. Promise I won't touch you.
Got the line down the middle.
I won't cross it.
Good. You're a terrible shag.
I'm glad you're here.
# It looked like May in June
# All the same, I miss you
# Today has been OK
# Today has been OK
# Preacher lost his son
# He's known by all in town #
The first thing
you should know about me...
..is that I'm a whore.
In escorting...
..as in life...
..you don't always get
the ending you expect...
..but it helps
if you write your own story.
Studio two.
Bloody hell, babes,
you look like a transvestite.
Thanks, Bambi.
A pretty one.
Yeah.
Yeah, thanks for your support.
Today sees
the much anticipated publication
of The Secret Life
Of A London Call Girl.
Tell us, how does it feel to be
the latest literary sensation?
Actually, it feels pretty good.
When you're working as an escort
how do you manage
to keep your emotional life
separate from your work?
Er...it's...it's difficult.
It's probably the hardest part
of my job.
Have you ever been in love?
Yes. Once.
It was wonderful.
I didn't actually think
I had it in me.
And then it broke my heart.
Do you think, now that you've found
this new career,
you'd ever see yourself
giving up escorting?
Never.
A girl's gotta do her research.