Original subtitles

("Pure Imagination" by Gene Wilder)

♪ Hold your breath, make a wish ♪

♪ Count to three ♪

♪ Come with me and you'll be ♪

♪ In a world of pure imagination ♪

♪ Take a look and you'll see ♪

♪ Into your imagination ♪

♪ We'll begin with a spin ♪

♪ Traveling in the world of my creation ♪

♪ What we'll see will defy explanation ♪

- [Belle Voiceover] We all fantasize

to escape our ordinary lives

and in my line of work I am the fantasy.

♪ Simply look around and view it ♪

- Every encounter lingers like a ghost,

following me all the way home, it keeps me company,

someone to share the secret of who I am

and what I've just done.

Jackie?

(objects clattering)

(electronic buzzing)

- We need to talk.

(dynamic melodic music)

(dynamic dance music)

(moaning sexually)

What is this place? - It's a fetish club.

(whip lashing)

(screaming in pleasure)

I can't tell Jackie what I do for a living,

but I can open her mind, reboot her sex drive

and what better place to begin her education than here?

♪ Anybody with a high voltage love ♪

- Look at them, these people are disgusting.

- Most people see sex as a bit of fun,

you need to loosen up a bit.

- I do not need loosening up, you need tightening up.

Does Mum know how much you masturbate?

- Does Mum know you've left Patrick?

- Hannah, can we leave please?

I need a wee and I couldn't fit my hand sanitizer

in this stupid handbag

and I'm not getting an STD from one of these freaks,

thanks very much. - When was the last time

you had sex? - What?

- A couple of months?

- Yes, a couple of months. - How many?

- Six,

or 11.

- Jackie, that's really serious.

- Ugh!

Ugh!

I want to leave and I want to leave now.

- You wear open-toed shoes, you're gonna get licked.

- Excuse me, hello.

- Is there a problem, my love?

- We'd like this coat back please, we're leaving.

- Oh, why are you leaving now?

You look gorgeous! - Because she's miserable.

She's hasn't had sex in a year, she left her husband,

'cause he had a fling with someone else

and she's sleeping on my sofa.

- Oh, you poor thing, that sounds awful, are you okay?

- I'm fine, thanks, it's really not something--

- She's really, really uptight.

- My ex did exactly the same.

I could just about understand a little fling,

what I couldn't stomach was the secrecy.

- That's what I've been trying to tell her,

but she doesn't understand.

- Well, she's young, isn't she?

- I do understand, I sort of understand.

- She's never even had a proper relationship.

- Oh, sweetheart!

Look, I've just finished my shift for the night,

do you fancy a drink?

You look like you could do with one.

♪ Take me away ♪

- [Belle Voiceover] Just look at all these

delicious deviants, toe-licking teachers,

busty bank managers,

cling-filmed cupboard care workers.

♪ With this burning deep inside ♪

- The ultimate voyeurism,

peeping into other people's fantasies.

You can look, but you can't judge.

Sweet.

- It's all my fault, I know.

- That's so not true.

- Make it really tight, tighter, oh, tighter.

Ah, yeah, that's it, yes.

- Stephanie?

- Oh, well, well, well, business or pleasure?

- Pleasure.

You?

- Bit of both.

How is business?

- Yeah, you know, busy, regulars keep me in shoes.

- I meant the writing work,

you are a writer now, aren't you?

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- I know it was you who wrote that filthy little book,

I wanna know why you said I've been ripping off girls

for years. - Well, you have,

it's hardly slander.

- You called me as sexy as a smear test.

- Yeah, I was quite pleased with that one.

- It's cheap, Belle, a cheap joke for a cheap whore.

- Oh, really?

I seem to remember you describing me

as deluxe on your website.

- Well, delightful as this has been,

you'll have to excuse me.

♪ Do I look like a slut ♪

(electronic buzzing)

♪ Do I look like a slut ♪

- Under the cloak of darkness,

our fantasies can come out to play,

but when the sun comes up,

we all have a life to be getting on with.

(light melodic music)

Fulfilling a client's fantasy

takes a lot of careful preparation,

you have to exfoliate away

any hint of real life.

Jackie!

- Sorry, I can't wait any longer.

(background chattering)

- If I was on Belle's rate,

I would've earned 2,000 pounds more this week.

- (sighing) And your point is?

- My point is it's not fair.

- Sorry, I still don't get what your point is.

- I want to go up to 350 an hour

and I don't want any more one-hour clients.

- No one will pay 350 quid an hour for you.

- Why not?

- Darling, you're common.

- What?

- They want "Stepford Wives," who can suck,

not "EastEnders" who can fuck.

- Just because you've known me from the start

doesn't mean you can hold me back.

- Bambi, we can't charge any more for you, you're black.

- Tell me you didn't just say that.

- I know, outrageous, isn't it?

Especially as all of you girls have superior figures.

- Are you telling me I can't go up to 350 an hour,

because I'm not white?

- The clients won't pay for black girls

and don't blame me, blame the racist clients.

Yes, hello, I've got a lovely girl as deviant--

- Right, shut up!

I might not be as posh as you, but you can fuck off,

if you think I'm gonna stand here

and let you tell me I'm cheap, because I'm black.

- I'm not racist, it's just a fact that the clients

do not pay for-- - No, no, no, no, no!

You're not listening to me, yeah.

Didn't they teach you how to listen in posh school?

You set our rates, not the clients.

- I can't dictate people's sexual preferences.

- But you can dictate that black girls

and by way, I'm mixed race

are worth less than white girls?

Do you do that, do you do that?

Because if there is somebody else in charge,

I would like to speak to them please!

♪ You know that you love me, you love me ♪

(melodic jazz music)

- Have you been in here again?

- What are you looking for? - It doesn't matter.

(phone ringing)

- Do you want me to get that?

- No, just leave it.

(answer machine beeping)

- [Ben on Phone] Han, it's Ben,

I'm coming over later with some booze to celebrate.

I've just finished reading--

- Why didn't you pick it up?

- When are you gonna go home?

(doorbell buzzing)

- Who's that?

- No one.

- It must be someone.

- Why don't you check the train times on my laptop?

(knocking on door)

(sighing) What do you want?

- You haven't been answering your phone.

Stephanie's given me a booking with an aristocrat

and I just need to go through some things.

- I'm in such a rush, Bambi, I can't.

- But it's my biggest client yet.

- Yeah, and I've got a client too and I'm in a rush.

- That's okay, I'll talk, you get ready.

- No! - Well, why not?

- 'Cause my sister's still here and you can't meet her.

Now I've got to go. - Why?

Is it because I'm common?

- What?

- Is it because I'm black?

- No, it's because you're a whore, you muppet.

- Belle!

(sighing)

- What was all that about?

- Just a neighbor complaining about noise.

- Oh, sorry, I dropped that last night in the club.

I don't think any of those people last night were happy.

- Hm-mm.

- I mean, they were nice people,

but the way they live their lives,

ooh, look at me, I've got a bolt through my winkle,

I've never had a normal relationship.

- Hm, and your relationship with Patrick

is going just perfect, isn't it?

- What's that supposed to mean?

- Forget it. - Come on.

- [Belle] No, there's no point.

- Hannah, I want to know what you think you know.

- Alright, you treat him like a pet, not a man,

you run him down in front of everyone.

- And you're a relationship expert now, are you?

- You know what, Jackie, let's just leave it, shall we?

- No, let's not just leave it.

I don't see why you think you're so qualified

to dole out advice. - I'm not.

- Who do you think you are?

Your life is going nowhere, Mum and Dad are always talking

about how disappointed they are with you

not using your degree, not getting a proper job.

- Right, and they'd rather me have a dead end job

and a dead end marriage

in a dead end town like you, would they?

- Yes, because at least then you wouldn't be a secretary,

whose only chance of getting anywhere

is by fucking her way to the top.

- And what have you ever achieved?

A dried-up marriage with some boring man

you can't even keep!

(thudding blow) - Uh!

(gasping)

- I can't believe you just hit me.

Savile Row, please.

Don't take notes, okay,

this is not the way to create a fantasy.

("Dreaming Of You" by The Coral)

Oh, no.

♪ What's up with my heart, when it skips a beat ♪

♪ Skips a beat ♪

♪ Can't feel no pavement right under my feet ♪

♪ Under my feet ♪

♪ Up in my lonely room, wa-ooh ♪

♪ When I'm dreaming of you, wa-ooh ♪

♪ Oh, what can I do, wa-ooh ♪

♪ I still need you, but I don't want you now ♪

- Oh, for fuck's sake!

♪ When I'm down and my hands are tied ♪

♪ Hands are tied ♪

♪ I cannot reach a pen for me to draw the line ♪

♪ Draw the line ♪

♪ From this pain, I just can't disguise ♪

♪ Can't disguise ♪

♪ It's gonna hurt, but I'll have to say goodbye ♪

(doorbell buzzing)

♪ Say goodbye ♪

♪ Up in my lonely room, wa-ooh ♪

♪ When I'm dreaming of you ♪

- [Jackie] Hello?

- Hey!

♪ Oh, what can I do ♪

- Oh, hi, come up.

♪ I still need you, but I don't want you now ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

- [Ben] Hello?

- Hi!

Hi.

What's this for?

- Oh, I've come to celebrate.

Is Han in?

- She's out,

but I'm in.

- Hm.

(steam iron hissing)

♪ Up in my lonely room, when I'm dreaming of you ♪

- For this client, everything has to be just so.

Hamish.

- Oh, Belle, you look amazing.

- I don't normally drink on the job,

but today I'm feeling naughty.

- That's good to hear.

- Not just yet.

- What?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

("Make Love To Your Mind" by Bill Withers)

- Now I know you asked for black underwear, but today,

I don't know, today felt like a red day.

Red. - It certainly is a red day.

- Is it okay?

- This is great, yeah.

- I was worried you wouldn't want me.

- [Hamish] It's perfect, you're perfect.

- I thought I might be in trouble, if I got something wrong.

- You are in trouble now.

♪ Building them castles in your mind ♪

- Come with me.

♪ Come down here looking for a feeling ♪

♪ Someday I know you're gonna find ♪

- Oh, what happened to your eye?

- Oh, it's, I knocked it earlier, it's fine.

♪ I wanna lay down there beside you ♪

- Hang on, hang on, hang on, hang on.

I need to know how it happened.

- Really?

- You weren't hit by your pimp, were you?

- If you have to know,

I had a fight with my sister over some lipstick.

- So it wasn't a pimp?

- No, it was a sister.

♪ I wanna make love to your mind ♪

- Okay. - Okay.

- Sorry, sorry, no, it's not happening.

- What, why?

- No, I can't do this, not with,

you shouldn't have a bruised eye.

- But--

- Look, it's not how I had it,

it's not sexy.

- Well, we could dim the lights.

- No, no, it's okay.

- You could try squinting.

You could put a bag over my head,

you could put a bag over your head.

It's not gonna happen, is it?

- Sorry, I think the moment's passed.

- It's okay, don't apologize.

- It's just a bit real.

- Yeah, no, I totally get it,

once the sexy bubble's burst, it's burst.

Well, that went well.

- Yeah, I'm on the right street, I think, where are you?

You still there?

Yeah, I can't see you.

- Bambi!

Is there anybody called Bambi out here?

- Yeah, it's me, hi!

- Hello, I'm Byron, how the fuck are you?

Did you just curtsy then?

- Yeah.

- Well don't, you look ridiculous.

You're not American, are you?

- No, no.

- Yeah, well, don't. - Oh, where are we going?

- Excellent, I'm very glad you asked that.

Would you be so kind as to remove your shoes for me?

("Run With The Wolves" by The Prodigy)

- Okay.

- Marvelous. - Why?

- Well, because now, I'm afraid we're going to have to run.

- What, okay. - Run!

- [Bambi] Coming.

♪ You run ♪

♪ You run ♪

♪ You run ♪

- Oh, my days, this is amazing!

♪ What are you gonna do when the hounds are calling ♪

♪ You run ♪

- [Byron] Woo!

♪ What are you gonna do, when the hounds are calling ♪

(laughing) - What?

Oh, what? - Drink it.

("Cheers Darlin"" by Damien Rice)

- This is a disgrace, referee.

♪ And your lover boy cheers ♪

- This is the best game of chess I've ever played, ever.

♪ I got years ♪

- Play much, do you? - This is the first time.

No, I like my games with, like balls in the middle.

- Hm-mm.

- Ball sports.

Only ball games I like.

Drink, drink!

♪ Cheers, darlin' ♪

- Thank you.

♪ You gave me three cigarettes ♪

Do you know what else I like?

- [Jackie] What?

- You, pissed.

♪ And I die ♪

- It's brilliant, you should be pissed more often.

- Am I more fun?

- Yeah.

- More sexy?

- Well, yeah.

♪ I should have kissed you ♪

- Wow.

♪ When we were running in the rain ♪

♪ What am I, darlin' ♪

(moaning quietly)

- What?

- Oh, fuck.

- Get out of my sister!

- Oh, Han!

I'm sorry, Han.

- What are you doing, Ben?

- We were playing chess.

- [Belle] Oh!

(heavy breathing)

- Bye, Han.

- What are you playing at?

(door closing)

- It's just a bit of fun.

- You haven't had sex in a year and the first person

you choose to do it with is my best mate?

- You're the one who wanted me to whatsit, loosen up.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to Ben's, finish what we started.

- Jackie, we had a fight, you punched me,

is there anything you wanna say?

- Is there anything you wanna say to me?

- Yeah, don't go to Ben's.

- You don't want me here, remember.

- I don't want you at Ben's either.

("Mystery Girl" by Roy Orbison)

♪ Darkness falls and she will take me by the hand ♪

♪ Take me to some twilight land ♪

- [Belle Voiceover] The key to fantasy

is knowing that you're in one.

♪ Where I can't find my way without her as my guide ♪

- [Belle Voiceover] It's when you start thinking

it's real that things become complicated.

♪ Night falls, I'm cast beneath her spell ♪

♪ Daylight comes, our heaven turns to hell ♪

- [Belle Voiceover] Fantasy and reality

and never the twain shall meet.

♪ Am I left to burn and burn eternally ♪

♪ She's a mystery to me ♪

♪ She's a mystery girl ♪

(sighing)

- [Belle Voiceover] What do you do when you can't write?

- Writer's block?

- I'm all alone in the flat and I can't write

and everyone's gone out and I've finally got peace and quiet

and I just, I can't do it, you know,

I just sit here, nothing happens.

- Well, maybe you just need someone to talk to.

- Maybe.

- I'd like to hear whatever you have to say,

whether it's in a book, over the phone, whatever.

- I bet you say that to all your writers.

♪ She's pulling me apart ♪

♪ Fallen angel cries ♪

- How was your day?

♪ And I just walk away ♪

- We wanna know about desire, how it works,

what's underneath it? - No problem.

Why don't you tell me what you'd like to do?

- I wanna fuck you really hard.

Sorry.

- You're really unapologetic

about your enjoyment of the job.

- That's what I do.

(dynamic melodic music)