All language subtitles for red_shoe_diaries_s05e03_temple_of_flesh

Dear Red Shoes, Secrets.

There are all kinds of secrets.

I didn't used to think I had any worth
keeping, and certainly not worth

Sorry, I can't.

I know I promised, but I can't. Then
don't.

I don't want to.

Then do it.

I can't.

You already did that.

Maybe... Maybe what?

Maybe I'm just too rigid.

I don't think you're rigid.

Yes, you do.

I know what you're thinking.

And what am I thinking?

You're thinking I'm a wimp.

Thinking you married a wimp.

I'm not a wimp.

You're doing it again.

Doing what?

patronizing me.

I hate it when you patronize me.

Especially tonight.

Our anniversary.

One whole wonderful, flawless, perfect
year together.

I know what I promised to do.

When I was loony.

It was our honeymoon.

I was out of control.

I'm a wimp.

Everyone knows it.

Even Gabriel.

Gabriel.

Uh, Mrs. O 'Hara thinks that you think
she's a wimp.

I'm open authority to hear that, sir.

Would you mind recounting what you told
me when you saw Mrs. O 'Hara in her new

dress?

Well, I'm not certain that would be
quite appropriate, sir.

Ah.

Well, maybe I should say it for you.

I think you said, if I may say so, sir,
Mrs. O 'Hara looks like one steamy

bitch.

I don't wish to argue with you, sir, but
I believe the reference to Mrs. O 'Hara

was one hot tamale.

Whatever.

Point was, I just wanted to sort of give
Mrs. O 'Hara a general idea of where

she stood in the realm of hot tamales.

Gabriel, stop the car.

What are you doing? Why are you stopping
here?

Because you asked me to, Mrs. O 'Hara.

Not here.

Anywhere but here.

Very well.

Gabriel.

Why don't you circle the block while
Mrs. O 'Hara regains her... What do I

to regain?

Whoa. Hey, babe. Must be prom night or
something.

No, it isn't, honey. It's the president.
It's gotta be. Look at all the

presents.

It's pink wrapping.

I bet it's the first lady's birthday.

It is, isn't it?

Happy, happy birthday, Mrs.

First Lady.

Happy, happy birthday on your birthday.

And we hope you have a great birthday,
because it's your birthday.

Happy, happy B -Day, and many more.

Oh, I wish we would have brought the
First Lady a gift.

We have a gift.

The greatest gift of all.

Your breath.

Nature's gift.

Would you like me to take care of this,
sir?

I don't think that'll be necessary,
Gabriel.

How do you like that?

Would you like me to disengage them,
sir?

On the contrary.

I think you should open the door and let
them in.

You got a step envy?

You don't have to ask us twice, that's
for sure.

After you, sweetheart.

Hi.

You are not going to believe this, but I
saw this all before an admission I had.

We were kidding off the bus, didn't I,
honey? Yes, you did, baby.

Did you want me to put my top back on?

I mean, I will if you want me to.

But in my vision, I was bottomless.

And my tits were sewing, too.

I feel like I'm fantasizing.

Like when you call me up on the cell
phone and tell me to take off my

to press my bare ass up against the soft
leather interior of the expensive car

that I'm riding around in.

Now I'm getting all excited and all
mouthwatering.

By the way, my name is Eve.

This is Adam.

The sexiest man I've ever met.

I mean, no matter where, no matter how,
he always rings my bell.

Thanks, baby.

So, is it your birthday? Am I right?

Go ahead.

Anniversary. Actually, I knew that, and
it wasn't my vision.

I was just testing you.

All right.

So which anniversary is it?

It's, uh, sometimes.

I bet you saw that in your vision, too,
didn't you, baby?

Outstanding.

Well, have a look.

It's a new friend.

And to the most outstanding, kick -ass
woman I've ever had the honor to meet.

Slip off your panties, hike up your
gowns just a little bit, just enough to

the soft leather on your bare skin.

I'm telling you, it'll make you feel
better.

And it'll give you all the courage
you're looking for.

It's a courage, Mrs.

President. Yes.

In your vision.

That's right, baby.

I love you so much, baby. It makes me
crazy.

I love you too, Adam.

And I see deep love in the president's
eyes too.

And hesitation in the first lady's.

Dreams are floating in space and all you
have to do is reach up and grab them.

Hmm.

Temple. What?

Live nude girls.

That's right. The power of flesh. The
body is a temple.

That's heavenly, babe.

The mind is a mountain.

Excellent.

I don't care what all those... What do
people say about you and your health

plan, Mrs. President?

I think you're a very nice lady.

Sometimes.

One time.

All the time.

When I was growing up, I had a vision,
too.

You had a vision, too.

Visions are everywhere.

Gabriel, would you mind recounting to
our new friend the First Lady's vision?

If you don't mind me saying so, Mr.

President, I think you're making a big
mistake.

Well, you're just going to have to trust
me on this one, Gabriel.

Very well, sir.

The First Lady thinks of herself as a
woman of strength and integrity, which,

you don't mind me saying so, sir, I
heartily concur with.

Excellent, Gabriel. Now, if we could get
on to the part about the First Lady's

promise that she made to me.

God, you and yourself on our wedding
night.

Yes, the promise.

I can remember it as if it were only
yesterday.

I never thought being married would make
me feel so sexy.

Maybe it's all over.

Maybe all I have to offer is blenders
and bleeds and

toasted bagels.

My life is over.

I'll never be a lively girl.

I can change that in a couple of
seconds.

You just don't understand.

I need to express myself.

Oh, I understand.

You'll never understand what it's like
to be a woman.

To be coveted by the minions.

It's a whole guise in the palm of your
hand.

They're woodies.

Or whatever you call them.

Pressing in their tight -fitting jeans.

You'll never understand.

Gabriel, I need some help here.

At your service, sir.

You've been married for some time,
right?

Very happily, sir.

Tell me, does Rose ever feel that...

Something's missing.

Huh?

Do you know what it's like to be a
woman, Gabriel?

Actually, womanhood is a mystery which I
have yet to penetrate.

Well, now that we've established that,
from your point of view, is it well?

Has Rose ever... Well, let me put it
like this. Has she ever

expressed a desire to expose herself?

In public, to the minions, as it were.

If I may be so bold to think you're
entering very dangerous territory, I

wouldn't go there if I were you.

Well, what would you suggest I do, then?

Gabriel, adjust your mirror so I can see
your eyes.

As you wish, madam.

Do you ever have fantasies?

Madam?

Look at me.

Do I turn you on?

Mrs. O 'Hara, I think you're an
extremely attractive woman.

Thank you.

Do you ever fantasize about what I might
look like naked?

On occasion, if I may be so bold.

I'm sorry, sir.

Oh, it's quite okay, Kira.

All right.

All right, then. That's it.

I've decided I'm going to do it.

Not now, not tonight, because tonight
belongs to you, and only you.

But, as God is my witness, one year from
tonight, we will come back to this

very place, this temple of flesh, at
this exact hour,

12 .31 a .m.

I, Mrs.

Jonathan O 'Hara,

The former Miss Ruth Klopp will become a
live, nude

girl.

Heavy.

Outstanding. Live.

Grass. Nobody rides for free.

Grass.

Grass. Yeah.

Blenders.

Toasters.

Bagels. I promise.

I'm nothing but a steaming bitch.

money.

Whimp.

Usually you marry the wimp.

Look at her.

She's so beautiful.

So free.

Her sweet little titties. And her
adorable little bush.

Nobody wants to see my butt.

I don't want to see your butt.

Simple.

Live.

Bagels.

Simple.

religion is steeped very deep in
tradition.

The president and I are very happy.

Very happy.

Yes, we are.

Very happy.

We are here tonight for a two

-fold celebration.

Nature's gift.

Nude girls have the power.

Live nude girls have the

power.

Live nude girls have the power.

I married your mother and your father
twice. Live nude girls.

The power.

The soul

is the roadmap to heaven.

You are the ruler of my world.

Simple.

Yes, Gabriel.

So it shall be.

It is written.

Don't try to stop me, Gabriel.

As you wish, madam.

Don't go, Mrs. First Lady.

It is your birthday. You are 13, and
that makes you a man.

Why don't you let him look? He's a man.

You can see with a man's eye.

Morning he was a boy, now he's a man.

Everybody,

everybody, sing.

Come on, everybody.

Celebration of life.

Sing, come on.

Everybody, everybody dance.

Have a good time.

Come on, Mama, in the back.

Celebrating in the back there.
Everybody, celebrate.

But we learned we could grow together if
we wanted.

That life was still a mystery and a
surprise.

That we were and are familiar strangers.

You wouldn't see secrets from me, would
you, fella?

Thank you.

Thank you.