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Baby, please don't go.

Baby, please don't go.

Baby, please don't go back to New Orleans. You know it hurts me so.

Baby, I'm way down here.

You know I'm way down here.

Baby, I'm way down here in a rolling fog. Baby, please don't go.

Baby, please don't go.

Baby, please don't go.

Baby, please don't go back to New Orleans. You know it hurts me so.

Baby, I'm way down here.

You know I'm way down here.

Baby, I'm way down here on old Parchman's farm. Baby, please don't go.

Why don't you do something useful with your fingers and click on me?

Come on.

You know you want to.

Baby, please don't go.

Baby, please don't go.

Baby, please don't go and leave me here. You know it's cold out here.

My name's Mary O 'Brien.

I'm not a bad girl.

Never hurt anyone.

At school, I was bright, healthy, fun.

My parents were good Catholics.

They sent me to Our Ladies in Christ school and always cared for me well.

I made friends easily.

Always went to confession.

It seemed like I was set for a good life.

But sometimes, things just don't turn out the way you'd expect.

Be my darling, all you really...

Okay, so I'm a webcam girl.

I tease men for money.

They pay well.

I don't see it as prostitution.

It's more like I use the gifts God gave me to help men enjoy themselves and to

make more money than I could pick up on the checkout.

Catherine. Yeah, fine.

Are you?

No, no, nothing yet. No.

Yeah, no, I'm still waiting for a cheque from work.

Yeah, I know, I know. I wish I could come too, but I don't have any money,

I know you would, yeah, I know, I know.

Listen, I don't feel right taking it from you guys all the time, all right?

Yeah, okay, we'll see, okay?

Look, at the moment, right, I... I haven't even got money for the landlord,

you know what he's like.

Yeah, perv.

Yeah.

Listen, some guy down the pub said he'd pay me 50 quid for a half -hour photo

shoot. What do you reckon?

Yeah, you're probably right, but... It's 50 quid, isn't it?

Oh, yeah.

Tell him 150 and he can have us both.

OK, listen, I've got to work now.

This is Catherine.

We met at school years ago, and we always keep in touch.

She had wealthy parents, and now she's seeing a guy from university.

She never really had to try hard at anything.

Everything just came to her.

Nice for some.

Me?

I've had to fight hard these last few years just to eat.

These men can never wait.

They sit there in front of their computers night after night, ogling

telling them to undress and do things.

I swear they wouldn't dare do it if they were face to face with a real woman.

It's sad, really, that society has come to this.

Now this one, he's a regular.

Always a gentleman.

He just likes to chat.

Never has to see anything.

I think he's lonely.

Another day at work listening to lots of moaning people.

You need to wind down, have a nice cup of coffee,

and watch some football.

Oh, I've got what I need on the screen in front of me.

Why don't you go and get yourself a nice lady...

This is as close as I dare get.

Time's up, my sweet.

And he never even asked me to strip again.

Sometimes it's like that.

You barely have to do anything.

Just talk.

Other times, they want what they call nasty stuff.

I draw the line quite often. And for some reason, the fellas like that.

Keeps a certain mystery.

I often wonder, if things had been different, would I still be doing this?

But things aren't different.

My dad is dead, and my mum, well, ever since dad died, he's always found this

time of year difficult, what with it being his birthday soon.

Dad was her life.

I wish something had worked. Tried everything.

Just can't get her to come to terms with it.

The drinking didn't help.

And then she lost the house and everything and we ended up in that

God, it was so bad.

I even stopped going to church for a bit.

For a long time, I felt as though God...

Bye, Catherine.

Yeah, hang on a minute.

Yeah, I'm just in the shower. Just a sec.

Did you have a nice time?

Oh, well.

Did you go home with him?

Don't. Slow down, slow down, girl. Too much information.

No. I've got a cram.

I've got a new cram to marry.

And, er... I've got a night session.

No.

I know you'd bail me out.

Yeah.

I've got to do it on my own, though.

You know.

I do appreciate the offer.

Listen, I do honestly appreciate it. You know I do.

But... Yeah, I've got to go now, Cass.

Yeah, I've got to go.

I've got to go get myself ready and go online, okay?

Yeah.

All right, see you, love.

Bye.

Despite my prayers and wishes, things were not different.

God set me a challenge, and I have to accept this job as part of that

This is my work for now.

I found it online when I was looking for something flexible that could work

around my college and visiting mum.

It's not so bad.

The guys only really ever see stuff they find on a beach in Spain.

There's a million miles between me.

and them.

You wouldn't like that, would you?

Very,

very bad feeling.

Very, very bad.

Bend over.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five. Would you like me to stop?

Or beg me to stop then?

Go on, beg me. Get right down on your knees.

Now you're having some more.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine. Do you want me to stop?

No, I'm not going to.

Ten.

Eleven. You like that, don't you? Look.

You like that, don't you?

Now, if you don't behave yourself, I am going to beat you up.

I will change the main game.

Four,

nine. Do you like that?

Now, bend over.

Twelve.

Thirteen.

Fourteen.

Fifteen. Have you had enough yet?

You've been a very, very, very bad boy.

You're not fit to lick my shoes.

Would you like to lick my shoes?

Would you like to lick my shoes, bitch?

Well, I'm going to make you get down on the floor.

And you'll go to lick my shiny, patent leather, violin boots.

You're going to lick them clean.

And if you don't lick them clean, I'm going to chain you to the radius in the

basement.

All night.

All night, bitch.

You like that?

You like that, don't you?

You distrusting little whore.

Distrusting, distrusting bitch.

Get out of my sight.

Do you see at what time it is?

Yeah, I know. I know the rent's overdue.

Look, I told you it would be late.

Oh, for heaven's sake, fine.

I'll try and get it to you by the end of the week, Dad.

My landlord.

He's got a few houses in Bedstead.

Makes his money from us college kids, mainly.

Can't say I like him.

He's always looking at me funny.

But I owe him a month's rent, and my cheque hasn't arrived yet.

What am I supposed to do? I've got nobody to turn to.

How shall we all see?

Playing the fool in this life lost away.

Such fragile lives we lead.

How easily our dreams get washed away.

No kidding, you're boring tonight.

Just the usual money -wise, hon.

Oh. What's the towel for?

Too many bills and not enough cash.

Again, enough from this occupation.

Not hardly.

I'm going to have to do something I don't want to do.

What do you think?

God, I'm telling you all this.

Situation to destroy your purity.

Purity?

What purity?

You have a purity, Rose, that is very special.

If you should lose this in any way, then you will never get it back.

I would advise against that.

What you are considering is dangerous.

Fine.

Look hon, the time is up now.

Poor girl.

I guess that was what Honorius was talking about when he said that it was

dangerous.

But how many choices do I have?

Besides, it's not like I'd be trying to make a career of it.

Just one time to get through the month is all.

I wouldn't even need to leave the house.

It comes to something, though, when the only person I can talk to is some random

stranger from an internet sex site.

Am I really that alone?

God, what happened to me?

Oh, hi, Catherine.

You're right.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm fine, honestly.

Yeah, yeah, no, I'm all right now.

Um, no, honestly, honestly, don't worry.

Don't worry.

Uh, what now?

Look, um, I don't know.

Oh, yeah, okay, okay, okay, yeah. Could use a break, actually, yeah.

All right, then.

Half an hour?

Yeah, half an hour's good. Okay.

Okay then.

I'll be there then. Alright, alright.

See you later.

Bye. Take care. Bye.

Every night that you leave my feet, I'll fight your demons, I'll make them weep.

Oh, how I wish you could believe it.

Oh, how I wish you could believe it.

But I just can't die.

I still love you to death.

I still love you to death. I feel

the

terror burning your eyes.

And recognize my soul paradise, darling.

Oh, how I wish you'd believe it.

Oh, how I wish you'd believe it.

I still love you to death, the fantasy you try.

Always walk in the moonlight, never under the sunshine.

I only get the regrets, but I just can't die.

I love you to death.

Hey, babe, show us your ass.

I'll go on then.

Thanks,

boys.

Who wants a private show, then?

What about you, bad man?

Sounds good, hon, but you've got to change into something else first.

What's wrong, bad man?

Doesn't this outfit do it for you, then?

It's okay, but I prefer that pink number you were wearing a couple of weeks ago.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

You really are a bad man.

and I'll go private with you all night long.

I don't know what to do.

The landlord comes round tonight and I still don't have any money for him.

Not that it would matter if I had.

He doesn't want money.

So, do I give him what he wants?

I really miss you, Dad.

I wish you were still here.

This wouldn't be happening if you were around.

I don't know what to do.

Help me, God, please.

Inside this room

Sorry hun, I had to log off early.

No.

Everything's fine.

Yeah, I know it's late.

Look, I haven't got it.

Yes, I've thought about what you said.

And now I've done it.

I feel horrid.

No, no, I don't know how I feel.

You?

I don't know.

Dirty?

Yeah.

Angry? Yes, at my situation.

Why me?

Why couldn't I have been born into a rich family?

Why couldn't I have been put through university where so many rich kids throw

their lives away and waste the wonderful opportunities they've been given?

Why was I dealt these cards?

It infuriates me and saddens me.

Sometimes I cry out to God and ask why.

But I know, deep inside, it's my path, my role, my life, and my

free will.

I don't have to do these things, I know.

But I want to be better, to do more, to help others.

And if I have to sacrifice,

I used to come here every Sunday.

I always felt safe here.

Then, after everything that happened with Mum and Dad, guess I just lost my

faith.

Father Jeffreys was very good to me after Dad died.

And he has tried time and again to get me to come back here.

But I've always found something else to do.

Something more important.

And I really need someone to talk to.

Advice?

Comfort? I don't know.

But I can't.

How can I tell a priest, a man of the cloth, what I've done?

I'm just too ashamed.

God help me.

There was a time when I used to get a real buzz out of doing this.

I even felt like I was doing something useful.

I mean, that bloke 787, he's probably sat at home, lonely, frustrated,

scared to approach women, and yet needs to get some kind of relief.

And here I am, his very own personal friend, not arguing, not pushing him

not telling him I'm too tired.

Just doing exactly what he needs.

I know what he's doing and he knows it.

But it's natural.

It's just the way it is.

God wouldn't have given us these drives if we didn't need them.

But then, I suppose there's the problem.

It's all become unnatural.

It's become something it wasn't meant to be.

Where's the love?

Where's the baby?

Where's it all leading?

I thought I knew.

Now, I'm not so sure.

God, Catherine, you scared me half to death.

No, it's fine. They left a couple of hours ago.

Yeah, they seem pretty sure it was the lamp.

Well, it's got a key, hasn't it?

Look, listen, you won't believe what I found in my bedroom.

Worse than that, yeah.

He's a bastard drill holes in the wall Yeah, he's been spying on me

I don't know God knows how long But

the police have gone round to his house and he wasn't there I know,

I know Well, there's not much I can do, is there?

No, Catherine I know, listen It's really kind of you, honestly, but...

My work here, you know?

Yeah.

I've got a minute of living.

Speaking of which, I've got that photo shoot today, so... I'd better go and get

ready for it, okay?

Well, look, you know, I'm not in a position to turn it down, is what I

Look, don't worry. I'll be careful.

Listen, I'll give you a bell tomorrow, okay?

Alright.

Thank you. Take care. Bye -bye.

I wanted to tell Catherine.

Tell her everything that happened. But I couldn't. I couldn't tell her. And I

certainly couldn't tell the police.

I was just too ashamed.

More so now that I realise just what I... thick individual this guy was.

I was going to have to tell someone though. This was just too big for me to

carry alone.

50 quid, here I come.

It's an easy way to make money.

You don't have to learn anything.

You don't have to travel.

You just show what you were given and take the money.

Any other time, I wouldn't have a problem.

Now, all of a sudden, everything seems wrong somehow.

Darling all your reasons give me

I'm running off to America.

That's all wrong.

No.

Huffman choice.

All right.

Hello? Yeah, that's fine.

Yeah, what can I do for you?

Police station?

Yeah, yeah. What do you need me to come there for?

I don't know if I can tell you anything more than I already know.

Fine.

Yeah, I've got lectures in the morning.

Is it alright if I come down after lunch?

Okay, after 12?

Yeah, after 12.

And after, no, is that consultant?

Fine, okay, thanks.

Hi, Catherine.

Hiya.

Yeah, no, I'm fine, really.

I just wanted someone to talk to.

No, I'm tired.

Yeah. Long day.

I just spent the afternoon in the police station, actually.

Yeah.

No. No.

No, no.

No, nothing like that.

They haven't found the guy yet. They haven't found that creep.

So, our best things and our best things.

Yeah.

You know I had that photo shoot yesterday?

Uh, yeah.

Well, the photographer was found dead this morning in the high street.

I know.

I know. It's crazy, isn't it?

Yeah. No, I'm fine.

I'm fine. I'm okay.

Um, no, no, they don't think it's got anything to do with me.

Um... No, no, they just thought that I was probably one of the last people to

see me today.

So I might have seen something or heard something or know something or whatever,

you know.

No.

Nothing.

God, Catherine.

Honestly, I don't know why all this is happening to me.

Well, it's hard not to think like that.

It really is.

I know.

Well, what am I supposed to think?

I better go now then.

Yeah, I have to do something and I've got to get ready for the show.

Yeah.

I'll let you know.

Honestly. Yeah, I will.

Okay. Yeah, as soon as anything happens, I'll call you.

Camera girl, you look at me,

but that is all I see.

I don't even know your name, or what I'm going to

say, if I'd feel your warmth, or held you in my arms.

How can I feel romance?

I just sit and watch it dance.

Will I ever get the chance to look behind

the lens?

And until then, I've no defense.

I'd give the world camera girl.

Camera girl.

You show a line That doesn't make you mine

I'm sorry. It's me, Mary.

I know. I know it's been a long time.

Not since Dad died.

I'm sorry.

I need to make a confession.

Please, Father, it's important.

No. I can't go to the church.

I can't.

Please. I know it's unusual.

But can I make a confession here and now?

Thank you, Father.

Father, forgive me for everything.

I couldn't pay my rent.

I tried to save.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. I couldn't pay.

So the landlord said, the landlord had a good pay in another way.

I let him do what he wanted to me, Father.

I let him do what he wanted and I feel so dirty.

I feel so dirty and I'm so ashamed.

I don't know, Father.

I was going to lose my home.

I was going to lose everything.

I guess you're right, Father.

Yeah, you're right.

I suppose I did have a choice.

I've needed someone to talk to for so long.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Bye -bye.

Oh.

Oh, what now?

Hello?

Thank you, Father.

What can I do for you?

You found him, really?

Oh, God, thank God.

That's excellent news. Thank you.

No. I don't have done.

Yeah. How?

No, no, no. He was in my home. Today?

Today.

No.

It's not possible.

Oh, my God.

Because he's still sending me things.

If it isn't him, though. Yeah.

No, no, no. He was in my home.

Today.

Today. Who's doing this to me?

Protective custody?

No, this is crazy.

20 minutes.

Go back!

Oh, my God, it's you.

No.

No, this can't be.