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Missed.

Yes?

Who is that?

Hold on a minute.

It's Goldberg.

Yeah, come on out.

I can't believe you did that.

What?

Invite him?

Yes.

You know, I don't really think I want to be here.

Please don't leave me alone with him.

Are you insane?

No, you're insane.

You let him in.

It's pretty obvious, isn't it?

You know, sweetheart, I love you, but I've seen enough of Henry the last few

days. I'm out of here.

Gail, what a surprise.

No, the surprise is all mine.

I'll call you. Excuse me.

Henry, what's going on with Gail? She seemed upset with you.

I wouldn't worry about it. She still loves me. Must be her time of the month.

Oh, I got this for Peter.

Is he in?

No. He's working.

Why are you delivering it personally?

I was just in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by.

He said he needed these as soon as possible.

Can I come in?

Yeah, sure.

Can I get you something to drink?

What are you having?

Vodka.

Peter works a lot, doesn't he?

Yes, he does.

How do you feel about that, being by yourself all the time?

Don't you get lonely?

I don't get lonely.

Gail comes by.

We go out.

We shop.

But above anything else, I really love Peter.

I mean, even when we're not really together, we are.

It's the most beautiful thing about our relationship.

Yeah, Peter is a wonderful human being.

I can see why you love him so much.

I really do love him.

I love him, too.

In a different kind of way, of course.

Yes?

I find you very beautiful today.

Forgive me if I stare, it's just... The world is so full of atrocities, I find

it almost impossible to resist the divine spectacle of beauty.

How poetic.

But I hardly think that this is appropriate.

Why not?

Because I'm your friend, a friend of your husband, or because you're

attracted to me?

Both.

Great.

You better leave.

You would have liked it.

Leave.

Would you make sure that Peter gets this?

Just put it down. It won't go anywhere.

I prefer that you take it.

You'll come to think of it...

Peter?

Yes?

Nothing.

Are you going to be long?

No, my love.

I'm coming out.

Peter?

Yes?

How long have you known Goldberg?

Goldberg?

I don't know. We got together when I came out of medical school.

I would really appreciate it if you cancelled your trip to Bali.

I don't feel comfortable around Goldberg, and I'm not prepared to spend

two weeks at his house.

I heard some incredible news a few days ago.

I was having breakfast with Melanie.

You won't believe what she told me.

You know Jennifer?

Yeah. Our friend Jennifer?

Jennifer Thompson.

She's a prostitute.

You don't believe me, do you?

She works in a brothel in Century City.

It's a private house, if that's what you want to call it.

It's not open to the public.

Men are introduced.

They go in, choose a woman, and have sex for $200.

The women there, they have sex with up to five to six men per day.

I'm amazed.

I just told you the most extraordinary news, and you don't even seem to care.

Can I have a cigarette?

I only met her a couple times.

Whether or not you met her a couple of times, think about it.

She belongs to our social circle.

Her husband earns a good living.

She has money.

She goes to church every Sunday.

I just cannot believe she works in a brothel.

Just...

I knew it.

I mean, you cannot, you are so detached from something like this.

You cannot even figure it out.

Oh boy.

Personally, imagine having sex with any man.

Short, ugly, old, stupid.

Some of these men might not even be clean.

There is no more need, Peter.

No need for your dull caresses.

I cannot make love to you anymore.

You're a doctor.

You save lives.

I should look up to you.

Everything about you repulses me.

Your voice.

Your hands. Your hair.

Your penis.

Oh God, your penis.

I cannot deal with that.

It is so smooth and so soft.

Grosses me out.

Give me a crooked one.

Full of veins, blisters.

The penis of a monster.

This I could swallow.

Deep.

Deep down my throat.

Should you leave, Peter?

Or...

um um

What's up?

Come here, my love.

For a second, I thought you were gonna jump into my arms.

Do you love me?

I love you more than anybody in the world.

Honey, I found this in the bedroom.

Relax, sweetheart.

It's no big deal.

I'll help you clean it up. Oh, my God.

Where's the little brush and pen? Oh, God.

It's all right, Angel.

In the closet?

All right. All right. I'll get it.

Oh, God.

And watch where you walk.

Samantha, I'm fine.

It's okay.

I took care of it.

Peter.

I can't sleep.

Oh, babe.

Get me out.

You don't seem your natural self tonight.

Is something bothering you?

I feel lost.

Lost?

Yes.

Gail told me that a friend of ours named Jennifer It's a prostitute.

She said she was working in a private brothel in Century City.

So?

So nothing, that's all.

And this is why you've been acting so strange this evening?

My dear Angel, this is a common occurrence in L.A.

What does Jennifer's husband do for a living?

He's an electrician, I think.

You see?

She just wants to compete with you and Gail.

Buy the same clothes.

Carry out the same social activities.

Meet with the same circle of friends.

I've known a lot of these girls.

When?

When I was in medical school.

Five or six years ago.

Do you visit them often?

Come on.

Relax, my baby.

Can I help you?

Hi, I'm Samantha Pollock.

I'm driving off some papers that my husband has.

Thank you.

Would you care to have a seat?

Sure. He also told me I was to pick up a settlement check from Henry. He said it

would be at the reception.

I think Mr. Goldberg has it.

Wait right here. I'll be right back.

Sure.

Mr. Goldberg.

Yeah, hi. I have a Mrs. Pollack here.

Two minutes?

Okay.

Mrs. Pollack, Mr. Goldberg will be right with you.

Sure.

You like that? Yeah, I like it better if you fucking blow me.

No, I'm not gonna fuck up my lipstick.

Fuck your lipstick. Blow me, you stupid idiot.

Fuck that.

Oh, would you fuck me?

Fuck you?

Oh, yeah.

Put it in my pussy.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, fuck you.

Oh, I love fucking a cock. You know, that's the bad thing about you.

Oh, God.

Fuck me. Fuck my pussy.

Fuck it.

for fucking and making me cum.

I want to bail him out.

some more, huh?

Think you can handle me, huh?

Yeah? Yeah.

What the fuck do you think you're here for? A conversation?

Shut the fuck up and fuck.

Yeah, at least you don't have to fucking pay for it.

Fuck yeah.

Now, remember, this check is payable in both of your names.

I know.

So what are you gonna do with that little windfall?

I'm not really sure.

Peter wants to buy a motorboat.

I don't know that we really will. Can I get you a drink?

No, thank you. You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

No, Gail and I were talking about you recently.

You were?

Yes, and she told me something that you might find quite interesting.

What would that be?

It seems that a friend of ours is working in a private brothel in Century

City. Yeah, Jennifer Thompson.

Oh, you know?

Of course I know.

The case is pretty tragic.

She and her husband used their house as collateral for a business loan and...

It didn't pan out.

So that's what she's doing.

Oh.

Mind you, I guess it would be pretty tempting for anybody who knows how to

take advantage of the situation.

Jennifer is pretty adorable, don't you think?

I only met her twice.

I said I didn't want to drink.

Oh, come on. I don't want to drink by myself.

Did you mean take advantage of the situation?

Or take advantage of her?

Well, of her, I guess.

I mean, let's face it, she's not the type of girl you normally find turning

tricks, is she?

Turn tricks?

Prostitute herself.

What is the type?

Thank God, you are curious, aren't you?

I used to go to these houses.

Up until recently, even.

The best one was in Old Town, Pasadena.

4434 Palmaro Drive, if I remember correctly.

But mind you, I've had my fill, and I run out of time anymore.

Still, it was a very arresting experience.

Atmosphere of cheap debauchery, disposable lust.

Much different than if you call a call girl from an escort agency.

Call girl would be educated, well-dressed.

You could take her out and no one would even know that she's a professional.

These houses, totally different.

No social protocol.

Triad's good.

No pretense.

You go in, go for the kill.

Choose, pay, consume, and you leave.

They're really pretty good.

Henry, you seem to know a lot about these places.

And a little.

Don't you seem interested?

No, I just want to know where you're coming from.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Samantha, what are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

Nothing.

Do you want to go to lunch with me?

Come with me.

You can't imagine what this means to me that you'd come and visit me like this.

I can't have lunch with you today.

I was on my way to meet with Derek Swartz and some of the hospital's

administrators.

But tomorrow?

Is that okay?

Yes.

What can I do to make you happy today?

Do you want to go to the Beverly Center?

You can take the American Express if you want.

Peter, my love.

Yes.

Is it a problem for you?

What?

You know.

Tell me, my angel.

The fact that we hardly make love.

I feel so guilty.

Don't feel guilty.

Couples go through phases, you know And

I understand Your

love is the most important thing in the world to me

But don't you wish I was more into it

I don't know what's going on with me

Can I help you?

Are you?

Yes. Are you the person in charge?

In charge? I hope so. I'm not a heist. Come in.

Sit down. Sit down.

Now, I have to ask you some questions first.

Who do you work for?

Work? Yes.

I don't work.

I see.

Are you affiliated with... Any law enforcement agency, the police?

You know, you are required by law to tell me. No.

Are you here under disguise, misrepresenting yourself, or are you

here for a third party?

No, no, I just... It's okay.

I have to ask these questions.

And by the way, that was filmed. That's the camera up there.

A camera?

Yes, but it's for our protection.

Yours as well as mine and my girls.

You want to make some extra money I can help you have a lot of class and I found

you very attractive Now I take 60% but that's just to cover my expenses and to

keep the business running Wait right here

Thomas

The girls are going to be so happy to see you. Girls!

Girls! You girls take care

of our friend.

I'm in a meeting.

Now

you

see, my dear child, we have a very pleasant and cheerful work atmosphere.

I can tell you're a little nervous.

I understand.

It's your first time, isn't it?

Yes.

It's no big deal, really.

The customers are nice, and if my girls weren't busy, they could tell you.

The work is easy. The money is good.

So, when do you start?

You know what? Sorry, I gotta go.

Water.

Mmm.

I love the sound of water.

It is so beautiful.

Water has no taste, has it?

I do not understand you, Peter.

Life could be so simple.

Tell me.

Tell me the meaning of right and wrong.

Good.

Evil.

Some Eastern philosophies see black as good and white as evil.

But what are colors anyhow?

Red.

The color of flesh.

The smell of flesh.

The smell of a fat, sweating man pounding between my legs.

My body is changing.

I can feel it.

I don't want to become this person that I do not know.

You're slowly creeping into my soul.

God, I'm losing it.

What do you mean Goldberg is with you?

He likes Atlantic City.

I don't care about that.

He's not even a doctor.

Right.

A meeting with Schwartz.

Whatever.

What?

Peter.

I need to talk to you.

No. Yes.

Everything's fine.

I just need to talk to you I understand

I'll see you

Friday

Put it in.

Put it back in my ass.

Yeah.

Like that.

Oh, God.

What do you want?

Come in.

What do you want?

I was wondering... I want... I want to... Get your job back?

And then you're gonna let me down and disappoint me and disappear for a week

with no explanation?

I apologize.

Please, I had problems.

I understand, but I can't tolerate any lack of professionalism.

Either you play by the rules here, or you might as well turn tricks on the

street. Do I make myself clear?

Yes, Mrs. Anais.

Okay.

Let's go tell Valerie and Rachel that you're back.

Girls, guess who's back?

Belle de Jour with us, too.

You did?

Yes, we did.

Oh, we did.

Girls, I'm going to leave Belle de Jour here with you for a little while.

Maybe you can teach her a little bit about how we work here.

She's full of goodwill, but I feel she may need a little guidance.

So you want to play with us?

Come on, Belle.

Come on, just sit down. Relax.

It's okay if you just sit back and relax while we're

playing.

You know, Mondays are very slow.

Slow? What do you mean by that?

The customer's slowly. What do you think?

So this is our little weekly recreation.

You want to join us?

I've never done anything like that before, and I don't think I'd be

comfortable trying.

Well, that's your loss, Belle.

At least you can take a clothe off.

It would really turn us on if you would sit there naked while we are fucking.

Watch your language and leave Belle de Jour alone.

I'm over here. Take care of me.

That's okay.

I don't mind taking off my clothes.

I'll take them off then.

Come on now.

Show us what you got.

Let me see those pretty piggies.

Aren't they cute?

Aren't they so cute?

This little piggy went to the market.

This little piggy went home.

Are you embarrassed yet, Belle?

Let's take it out.

I was thinking about something else.

pink.

You're here to see.

My name is Marcella. I'm working for David Parker.

Oh.

Fine.

What are you doing?

You know, David is in Nassau.

I'm collecting for him.

Bullshit.

Lady, don't talk to me like that.

I spoke with David yesterday.

He called me from Las Vegas.

That's right.

He has to leave for Bahamas in a hurry.

Problems with IRS, they find out about a bunch of accounts and shit. It was a big

mess.

That's all well and good.

But it still doesn't prove that you really work for him.

Well, it's actually very easy to prove.

Go ahead.

$3,275.

That's what you pay for him every month.

And this is what I'm here to collect.

Still doesn't prove anything.

Finish your drink and leave.

I won't leave, lady.

I won't finish my drink.

I think I'm gonna fuck you instead.

Okay, I'll give you the money.

All right, you little punk, get the fuck out of here.

Okay, lady.

Just don't point this thing on me.

Your gun is not loaded.

Yes, it is.

Bullshit.

I can see from here there is no bullets in chamber.

There's one bullet.

Anyhow, by all this business you run here, you're gonna fire the gun and

alert all the neighborhood and the police?

I like you.

You have balls.

3795.

You know the password?

Why are you fucking with me like this?

I don't know why, just give me this fucking money, would you?

Thank you.

Thanks, but I have girls for that.

You're gonna do that.

Otherwise I have to tell David you gave me a hard time.

Is that the way you get weed?

Blackmail? Not really.

What we do, it seems to be a good idea.

So he pulled out his penis and stuck it in front of my face.

Oh, that is disgusting.

Fucking creep, how old were you?

Five. When it happened, I can't tell you how disoriented I was.

Kept on saying, this is like a big lollipop. Why don't you suck it?

And my stepmother came in and caught us.

She shot him in the face.

There was blood everywhere, all over me.

Gross.

Again, my stepmother ended up going to jail because she had just taken out a

life insurance policy and they thought that she had done it on purpose.

And at five years old, I was all alone. I went to three different families over

the years because all the men kept on trying to get in my pants.

I lost my virginity when I was 12.

I was a foster dad.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

It was on top of me, 250 pounds. I could barely breathe.

What about now? What are you doing now?

My boyfriend got run over by a car nine months ago.

He's in a wheelchair.

I have to feed him, change him, take him to the bathroom.

Obviously he can't work.

He was working for NASA.

He was going to be an astronaut.

I really love him.

That's what I'm doing here.

We need the money.

Christ, I hate Mondays. Look at this. It's 4.30, and we haven't even had one

customer yet.

4.30?

Yep. God, I gotta get dressed.

It's 4.30?

Oh, God.

Don't you want to smoke a joint with us? I have to get going.

What's the rush?

I just need to go.

You are a mystery, Belle de Jour.

Bye.

Open your mouth, open it

Mrs. Anais.

Mrs.

Anais. What?

What about her? Spit it out.

She's having sex with a guy.

I gotta leave.

Just leave.

Who cares?

No. I don't believe you.

What if she sees me?

She's the one having sex. What are you worried about?

Just go.

Get up and...

Mrs. Anais?

Yes, Belle de Jour.

I have to leave now. It's five.

Oh, that's fine.

Mondays are always a little slow, today in particular.

But don't worry, we have two good customers booked for tomorrow.

I'm not worried, Mrs. Anais.

Hold on.

Who are you?

What?

Who are you?

I am Belle de Jour, but I'm leaving.

Please step back.

Belle de Jour.

Don't give me that crap I'm not one of those stupid customers comes here.

My name is Marcel.

I want to know your real name.

She can't tell you that.

Gonna be here tomorrow?

Yes.

Between one and five.

Very good.

Leave now.

I was five years old.

And he pulled out his penis and stuck it right in front of my mouth.

This is a big lollipop, he said.

That's strange.

A big lollipop.

How did I come up with that?

I lie to two prostitutes.

Why?

When I told them, I believed in it.

It felt so true.

How could I possibly convince myself of something that is so totally untrue?

Tonight, Peter is coming back.

And this is a reality.

It is real.

but seems unreal to me.

Weird.

I make up lies that I believe in, but my husband comes back and I feel out of

touch.

What if Peter comes back and I do not recognize him?

Suck it, suck it.

Take it, you little whore. I'm gonna fucking calm you. Yes. Oh, no.

Take it.

Take it.

Yes.

Yes.

Oh, you're such a fucking good whore. You want it. Take it. Suck it.

Suck it.

Suck it.

That's it.

Suck it.

Samantha?

Me?

No, Peter.

I love you.

You love me.

But you are afraid of me.

I can feel it.

You're afraid of the man you love.

Samantha?

Yes?

When will we start again?

I don't know.

Here we are.

Miss Anais.

I had no idea you had a new girl here.

Her name is Belle de Jour.

Belle de Jour.

How cute, I must say.

Very dignified.

Belle de Jour, where do you think you're going? Henry was only joking. Sit down

now.

Discipline. I like that.

Ladies, I would like to spend a little time alone with Miss DuJour.

Sure. Come on, girls. We are out now.

God. Have fun

now.

How could you?

How could you do this to me?

I haven't done anything to you. At least not yet.

It all happened by chance, my dear child.

Chance?

You liar.

You gave me this address.

Did you think this was the way to get into my pants?

Sam, Sam, Sam. Don't touch me.

One more time and I'll tell people that you raped me.

That I raped you in a whorehouse.

Or I'll kill myself.

Oh, Sam.

You are so melodramatic.

You wouldn't kill yourself.

You wouldn't want to do that to Peter, would you?

You motherfucker.

That's nice.

It'd be nice, but it would be too easy.

And I'm a man who loves a challenge.

And this just doesn't do it for me.

And Peter?

What about Peter?

I wouldn't worry about Peter if I were you.

You know, if I were you, I'd worry about myself, really.

Henry, promise me you won't say a word about this to Peter.

Promise you?

I don't make promises, my dear.

Promises are for little girls.

Belle du Jour.

It's only three o'clock. What's wrong?

I'm leaving.

Um, take this money. I don't need your money. Take it. No.

You must forget everything about me.

What's wrong? What's going on? I can't explain.

It's too complicated.

Take this. I don't need your money.

Do you understand?

You must forget everything about me if anybody ever asks.

I never set foot in this house.

Every month I will send you a check for $500.

Belle Deschamore, talk to me. I can't.

Wait here.

It's you. Yeah.

I don't think you're going. I came specially for you today.

I'm leaving.

No, you're not.

I'm not the type of girl you think I am. I must go now. You're not going

anywhere. Let me go. Marcel, you can't do this. Stop it.

Okay, what the hell is going on?

I can't explain. I have a very, very big problem.

You'll be coming back?

No.

But I swear if you let me go, just tell me where you live. Tomorrow I will come

and visit you.

Tomorrow noon.

Otherwise I'm going to find you.

I promise I will come.

I'm going to find you.

I hid my love when young till I couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly

I hid my love to my despite till I could not bear

to look at light I dare not gaze upon her face but left

her memory in each place It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes, I'm alone.

When?

3 p.m. But why?

No, no, we can meet at the coffee shop.

Marcel? Marcel?

Marcel? Marcel?

Marcel.

Marcel. It's you.

What do you want?

You gotta help me.

Come on.

Let go.

You want me to help you?

To help you.

Come here.

I don't like sex.

Come here.

A picture of your husband?

Yes, but don't hurt him.

It's the other guy you have to get.

Yeah, no, Henry Goldblum.

Goldberg.

Show Goldberg. Show me the picture.

That's Peter.

Let's wait for the other guy.

There he is. Go.

Don't give him a chance to talk to Peter.

Henry,

watch out!

Little. My Peter will live.

They brought him back to the house today.

Peter will remain disabled for the rest of his life.

Oh, God.

My baby in a wheelchair.

Will you ever forgive me?

A little bit.

Let me clean this up.

There.

Oh.

My baby.

Is this what you want?

Boom.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hmm.

I'm here to see Peter. That's all.

That's all?

Yes.

Any news about Marcel?

Marcel? The shooter?

Yes.

Well, how do you know his name?

Well, he died.

yesterday.