All language subtitles for Satisfaction s01e05 Truth.eng

TIPPI: The divine world
at the foot of the stairs.

That was her sacred mission.

To unwrap them all.

To help them
in so many different ways.

To fuck away the fear.

He smiles too much.

Makes himself small...

...so she can see...
he's begging for it,

just a glimpse.

He tingles from the air around him,

catching zephyr winds as they pass.

And he invites her into the sanctuary
of his private ecstasy.

And others so shy
that she can taste their shame.

Because this is her gift - feeling
them out, whatever they need.

Flirtation, submission, humiliation.

Watching every move,
breathing with them.

Inhale, exhale.

Don't get me wrong.
I don't come to places like this.

So maybe you're not really here.

This can be anything you want.

Don't say that.

Why are you looking at me like that?

It's how I get to know people.

I look into their eyes.

You don't have to know me.

You never have to know me.

Could you cover them up?

Just your eyes.

Whatever helps you, Aiden.

Why did you choose this job?

It's a secret job.

Anything could happen here.

Only if we want it to.

You're so beautiful.

I knew you would be.

- That's enough.
- Hey, it's OK.

No, this is wrong.
I shouldn't have come here.

No...

TIPPI:
She was offering them everything.

No limits, no taboos.

That was her promise.

To go anywhere with them, willingly,
into the dark woods,

into secret places

and bring them safely home again...

...to themselves.

MAN: Thank you.

Ah... she lost me
at the bad language.

Is it... is it about some kind
of... sex addict?

- Tippi?
- No, not a sex addict.

A sex worker.

Huh. Prostitute.

Do you think a perfect world
needs prostitution?

I wouldn't know.

This isn't a perfect world.

Mmm, nothing much.

Just downloading music.

Uh, yep. Yeah, OK. Which track?

Uh, yeah. OK. I'll burn it for you.

Yeah.

Hey, can I call you back?

Yeah, I have to go.
Um, I'll talk to you later.

What?

Well, why are the numbers down?

Heather's doing shorter shifts...

Are we enough or not?

Whole point of doing a print-out.

Percentages, comparisons.

Look, could you give that to Nat?

Only point in eating Japanese.

People want me, Nick.

That's all I'm offering.

Look in my eyes and tell me
that's all I got the other night.

Oh, my wrapping's good -
I can laugh at your jokes,

vamp it up and then finish off
all warm and fuzzy,

'cause that's how you like it,
isn't it, Nick?

That's not what I got
the other night.

No. You got a free sample.

Next time you pay
like everyone else.

Did you enjoy my act?

Which one - the other night
or this little show right now?

Bon. Bon!

Mrs G will be here soon.
Have you stacked the dishwasher?

- Bonnie!
- What?

Can you come here
where I don't have to yell?

Ah. What about your homework?

Yeah, that's in the dishwasher too.

- Do I look OK?
- Don't wear that top.

- Why not?
- It looks bad.

I thought it looked OK.

Makes you look trashy.

What?!

Well, if you think
wearing something so low

that half your boobs hang out
looks so fantastic,

then why do you bother asking me?

- Bonnie!
- Or is that the point?

- Hey! Come back here!
- [ Door Slams ]

[ Door Opens ]

- I have to go to work.
- I was hoping you'd gone already.

Can't you just have a drink with me?

Just one drink?

Don't want to tempt you.
Your body's a temple.

Can we stop the war?

I don't know. Has something changed?
Aren't you pregnant anymore?

This isn't going away just
because you won't deal with it.

I'll make it go away.

- Please...
- Get off me!

It's always you.
You're always the one.

The one who has the job that keeps us
going, the one who brought the car.

The one who found the
great house you let me live in.

You didn't even need my name
on the fucking mortgage!

I wanted one thing for me.

The baby was my one thing.

What do you want me to do?

I don't want you to be this unhappy.

Just tell me what you want me to do.

Ow! [ Moans ]

- Ow!
- How was Raj?

I think I can safely
skip yoga tomorrow.

We did something
called the 'pretzel'.

Sorry. I just couldn't deal with
his enthusiasm tonight.

[ Sighs ]
Why don't you just go home?

Because my 14-year-old offspring
wants to stick pins in me.

That's the job description.

How much do you think she knows?

Well, she hasn't called me on it
yet, but she's pissed off at me.

The way I dress, my hair, my shoes.

Maybe you should have
a better cover story.

What - you think my night shift
at the casino,

part-time breast cancer treatment
alibi's wearing thin?

You must have known this was coming?

Since the day she was born.

I just thought I'd quit long before
she could understand.

Then your meter's definitely run out.

She'll hate me.

If she knows, she'll hate you
a lot more for not telling her.

Mmm.

LAUREN: Ow!

Looks OK.

You want me to come up with you?

Anyone who gets their rocks off
over a bunch of greenery

can't be too dangerous.

- [ Intercom Buzzes ]
- MAN: Yeah?

Your bunch of basil's on its way.

No way.

Don't you just love
the smell of basil?

Not tonight. I'm working.

Yeah, I know. I paid. Full price.

- Including extras.
- I decide the extras.

Come in. Take your shoes off.

I've just got something
on the stove.

Does Natalie know about this?

No way. I booked it.

Nice decor. Is this someone else's
apartment?

NICK:
I'll take that as a compliment.

Look at those. Perfect tomatoes.

No sprays, no shit.

You know, most people think
tomatoes are Italian.

You know, 'cause they cook
every bloody thing with them.

But you know where
they're actually from?

- Thrill me.
- Mexico.

[ Laughs ] How's that?

Spanish explorers thought
they were poisonous.

So, what's all this?
Some kind of cooking show?

- I thought they only did that on TV.
- That's how I cook.

My mum's recipe, you know.
It's very particular.

What am I doing here, Nick.

Well, first, I thought
you could cut an onion.

Think about it - what would be the
smartest way to cut up an onion?

I eat occasionally. I never cook.

I'll let you know
when you've got it right.

I'm chopping an onion, Nick. I'm not
launching a shuttle into space.

Here.

- You're crying.
- [ Sighs ]

- CHLOE: Thanks, Sophia.
- The same time tomorrow, hmm?

- I'll let you know.
- OK. Bye-bye.

Goodnight.

[ Sighs ]

[ Knocks on Door ]

[ Sighs ] Bon, I know you're up.

Come on, we need to talk.

Here.

My job at the casino...

My job isn't exactly
how I described it.

I don't work at the casino.

I do another job that
I couldn't explain to you

until I knew you were old enough
to understand.

- You lied to me.
- But only to protect you.

OK. First you need to understand
that my job is well paid.

The conditions are good,
it's well run.

It's what pays for you
to go to a good school

and get computers that you want
upgraded all the time

and phones with cameras.

And the hours are flexible.

I'm home with you most of the time.

It's... it's like a hostess.

I... offer hospitality.

To men, mostly.

A massage... sometimes, I don't know.
What makes them feel good.

[ Sighs ]

It's a bit like a retreat, like a day
spa for men who need to unwind,

who feel like they need
a bit of extra attention

and are prepared to pay
good money for it.

What do you do for them?

Um... well, a lot of the men
come in for the company.

I mean, someone to talk to.

And I'm good at that.
I'm a people person, aren't I?

You know that.

What else do you do?

Whatever it takes
to make them feel better.

You must think I am so dumb!

- Bonnie...
- [ Door Closes ]

- [ Cries ]
- Bonnie, open the door.

[ Tearfully ] Bonnie, please,
open the door!

Sometimes... most of the time...

...I have sex with them.

- [ Screams ] Get out!
- Bonnie, please...

[ Screams ] Stay away from me!

[ Both Sob ]

Finish your dinner.

It's rude to tell your guests
how much to eat.

Yeah, but I'm paying, so finish.

You get your kicks in strange ways.

[ Laughs ] Yeah, that's right.

By making you eat tagliatelle.

How was it?

I thought the onions
were very well cut.

[ Laughs ]

If you expect me to help with
the washing up, you'll be sorry.

How sorry?

Hmm?

It's a shame...

...we're nearly out of time.

- I'll extend it.
- But we can't.

You have a client in 20 minutes.

But I'm happy to sponge
the sauce off your top for you.

Here you go. Try this for size.

You're serious.
You want to do my laundry.

OK. Stay like that.

[ Both Laugh ]

[ Bed Vibrates ]

- It's vibrates.
- Yeah.

No!

It does! It vibrates!

- [ Laughs ]
- Yeah, it's a massage bed.

It's really therapeutic.

Everything in this place
looks like a 'Vogue' interior

and you have a bed that shakes.

- Yeah, yeah, and it rotates.
- Oh, come on. Very funny.

- Hey?
- Oh, my God.

[ Laughs ] It does. It rotates.

That's right. It rotates.
What's wrong with that?

- Nothing.
- Do you know what it's worth?

- [ Laughs ]
- It's a bloody good...

- What's wrong?
- Nothing. It's a classic.

A pimp's bed, Nick.
It's perfect for you.

I can't believe it. [ Laughs ]

Talking a whole lot of crap,
you know that?

Oh, come on, Nick. It's funny.

No, it's not. It's my bed.

Nick! Nick!

I glad you came back.

I brought something.

Oh, a dress.

- Do you like it?
- It's beautiful.

- It looks old.
- Would you like to put it on?

Sure. [ Laughs ]

Mostly I get asked to take my clothes
off, but for you, Aiden...

What do you do?
What kind of things do you like?

- I like to write.
- She liked to write too.

Who?

OK. You can... turn around now.

Yes, but your hair...

You don't like it?
Do you want me to put it up?

It's alright to want me.

It's OK to touch.

It's just because I miss her.

I know.

I'm sorry. I can't go further.
I can't do this.

- [ Clears Throat ]
- Take your time. It's OK.

- Whatever you need.
- No, I won't come back. I promise.

Aiden, just wait.
Aiden, Aiden, the dress. Just wait.

- No!
- Aiden, that's OK.

I will leave it here for you.

Aiden, you don't have to be alone.

Bon, can I at least see you?

We don't have to talk
if you don't want to.

No. Go away.

Want some muesli?

No. Queasy stomach.

A baby will do that.

It's not just the baby.

[ Retches ]

[ Turns on Tap ]

Don't use a tea towel for that.

I know. Why don't we flip a coin?

Heads, baby stays.
Tails, baby gets the chop.

- Don't.
- Isn't that what you want?

A clean decision
you take no responsibility for.

You get pregnant on a whim.
How am I responsible for what?

You didn't discuss it.

You didn't even think about me
or where it leaves me.

I did think about you.
I know what this means.

You can still do everything
you planned.

The baby's room, the quilt,
all the early childhood crap.

Everything -
just the way you wanted it.

Once I stagger through
the next eight months,

everything else will be
exactly the same.

Except you're the biological mother
and I'm nothing.

What if some guy comes
and makes a claim on it?

Well, it's not gonna happen. The
father's not gonna turn nasty on us.

How do I know that?
All men turn nasty.

Because he's not in a position
to become a dad.

Believe me.

No, don't believe me -
meet him for yourself.

Then you'll understand.

[ Sobs ] She hates me.

Well, you know, she was gonna hate
you by the time she was 15 anyway.

[ Laughs ]

Everybody makes mistakes.
I taught her that.

But she gonna wanna know
the whole story.

Running away from home.
15 years is a bloody long mistake.

But I did it for her.

Well... I did it for us.

She looked at me
like I was a monster.

She's my baby.

She's the most important thing
in my life and I fucked it up.

- You're a good mum.
- Do you think so?

How the hell would I know?

But this is one way to find out,
huh?

If you've done a crap job,
you're gonna lose her for good.

But if you've done a good job,

she is gonna forgive you
for the lot.

- And that's because she loves you.
- [ Sobs ]

You've just gotta wait and see.

Yep. Yeah.

Would you get back in the car now,
please?

Sure.

Thanks.

[ Woman Retches ]

Oh, I'm starving.

- Oh. Did you eat that whole pizza?
- She helped.

Oh, no, I don't eat pineapple pizza.
It's sacrilege.

Besides, it's full of micro-organisms
from sitting around.

Oh, maybe that's why
I just threw it up.

They double in 20 minutes
at room temperature.

Why don't you stick to your adult
education? What is it this time?

Lunar planting 101?

I completed permaculture, thank you
for your interest, and food handling.

Now I'm back on creative writing.

What kind of things
do you write about?

All the loonies she meets in here.

Humanity in all
its glorious diversity.

That's what I said.

[ Ambient Music Plays on Computer ]

Now I have lungs.

You look pale.

Must be all that E. coli
on the pineapple.

Hey, what was that lamb thing
you cooked

with lemon and olives and something?

It was chicken
and I cooked it the night Phil left.

Maybe I won't cook it for Bonnie.

Not that she's eating anything,

unless Mrs Giardini cooks it.

She's not talking,
except to Mrs Giardini.

You should take it as a compliment
if she treats you like crap.

- Why?
- 'Cause she feels safe.

She knows you're not
gonna piss off on her.

She's right - my kids
treat me like a doormat

and their father like a god,
because he left.

I'm not sure this is making me
feel better.

Maybe we'll get Tippi to take you
to one of her chant nights.

- No, it's OK. I'm coming round.
- [ Ambient Music Continues ]

- What is this hipple crap?
- [ Turns Music Off ]

This looks interesting.

This has to be you, Chloe.

"The truckers' honey with
her long-haul pedigree

"and her runaway heart."

- Isn't that an invasion of privacy?
- Yeah, ours.

Hey, go back.

"And her cliched underwear."

What, my underwear? Doesn't
stop her bloody stealing it.

Who's this? "Takes her men with
a smart mouth and a firm hand."

"Down the dark catwalk..."
Oh, that's Mel.

Oh, great, so I get
"the cynical firebrand

"who likes
her men in a frozen state."

What the hell does that mean?

Better than "the married woman
looking for her long-lost whore".

- You reckon?
- "Cliched underwear".

This has made me feel really good.

Why are you guys
looking at my laptop?

- It's private.
- Our lives are kind of private.

Yeah, even if they are cliched.

They're just notes.

It's not real.
They're just kind of hybrids.

- Half real and half just...
- Yeah, right, Tippi.

- ...totally made up.
- We'll make a deal, Holly Golightly.

We won't rip your tits off if you
tell us who's who. "Bloodless lips"?

Oh, that's easy.
That part's about Melanie.

Apart from the totally made-up bits?

Yeah.

I know it would crush you to think
that anything you do is ordinary.

I know you think you've got
some sort of cosmic agenda.

But no matter which way you cut it,
this is just a job,

and you are just another sex worker.

I'm not lending you
my underwear anymore.

Maybe you should think up
a password.

[ Door Opens ]

MAN: Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh!
Where's my reception committee?

- Mum's not here.
- Ah.

So where's your babysitter?

Mrs G is not my babysitter.

She's hanging out washing.

Right. So, you wanna know
how I went?

The launch was awesome.

And I was interviewed
by 'Rolling Stone'.

Alright, it was a vox pop.

But you're not
listening to me anyway.

Oh! Princess...

- Do you pay for it too?
- What?

Mum told me what she does.

Right.

Don't worry - it took a lot
for her to cough it up,

and I'm sick of people lying to me
so you better tell me the truth.

Of course I don't pay her, Bonnie.

- How could you think that?
- Then why aren't you jealous?!

Why don't you make her stop?!

How can I, OK? It's not up to me.

And it's not that simple.

- You knew and I didn't.
- That's how your mum wanted it.

I can't tell her what to do.

You could marry her. If you married
her, she wouldn't do it.

- Life isn't like that.
- Yes, it is!

If you loved her,
you would marry her.

How can you love her
and let her do what she does?!

It's sick!
You just think she's a slut!

- Bonnie...
- And you're just an arsehole.

No, fuck off! Go on! Just fuck off!

What's going on here?

[ Door Slams ]

That's it for tonight, Nat.

OK, hang on a minute.

This is from your boyfriend.

Too flat to be a bomb.

- Which boyfriend?
- Ah, the blue dress.

The man who can't make up his mind.

Where are my keys?

Oh.

Thanks.

You're not pregnant, are you?

Why? Just because
I've got half a brain?

You're eating like a horse,
not drinking, throwing up,

went to the toilet three times
in half an hour.

Should I congratulate you
or commiserate?

Not sure yet,
so don't broadcast it.

I'm assuming it's not
an immaculate conception.

No. There's a real father, he just
doesn't know about it yet.

Given my situation,

my higher intelligence
is telling me to terminate.

Take it from me - having kids
doesn't take much intelligence.

Yeah. I'm starting to notice that.

How does Ally feel?

She thinks it's a disaster.

[Sighs] She's the one who wanted
the baby in the first place.

I gave up a pregnancy once.

Don't give up a child
for someone else -

partners, lovers, whatever sex -
they come and go.

But that bond with you kids,
that lasts forever.

Try soda water.

For morning sickness.

Soda water and dry biscuits -
it helped me.

I'm not signing -
it's a 6-week bunny hop

between every services club
on the south coast,

sharing the bill with people
who I thought were dead.

I'm gonna test you
on all of this later on.

I'm sorry Bonnie gave you
such a hard time.

Yeah. It's OK.

- She's been trained by the best.
- Mmm.

If I had a normal job,
maybe I'd want normal things.

I'm lost.

You know, white picket fance,
three kids,

my man doing the mowing.

[Laughs] I've never mowed a lawn
in my life, honey.

I didn't say it had to be you.

What's that mean?

I don't think I'm the sort of person
normal things happen to.

I made my choices a long time ago

and that closes the door
on a few things.

Do you seriously want me to whisk
you away for a white wedding

just to prove a point to Bonnie?

No. No.

But it's interesting
that you never wanted to.

Because I thought we were alright.

I thought we didn't need
all that bullshit.

I don't know what I need.

I'm on overload - with Bonnie,
with my life.

I think I need a break.

- You're having one.
- I mean from us.

With everything else
that's going on right now

it's just too much.

Us? Me?

I've got to put Bonnie first.

I've just got enough problems
to deal with right now.

[ Softly ] Yeah.

I can see that.

[ Laughs ] Just didn't know
I was another problem.

[ Loud Rock Music Plays ]

Bonnie!

- I know you can hear me.
- [ Knocks on Door ]

[ Turns Music Off ]

It's too late for all this noise.

- I'm old enough to stay up late.
- Not on a school night, you're not.

It's time to sleep. Go on. [ Sighs ]

My mother's a prostitute.

So was Mary Magdalene.

Look it up in the Bible.

Don't you care?

Oh, Bonnie.

I've known your mother a long time.

She's a good woman.

That's why I work for her.

And she's smart, don't you think?

Some women are smart enough

to get paid for what some men
think they should get for free.

So who's the smarter sex, huh?

I didn't ask to get sent
to an expensive school.

But you like it there, don't you?

Stop worrying.

Everything will be alright.

Goodnight.

- ALLY: He's client?
- Yeah.

[Laughs] You've got to be kidding
me. He's mentaslly deficient.

No, he isn't.
He's actually very sweet.

And totally harmless.

ALLY: You call that
not mentally deficient?

Well, it's just what he's into.
He's a big baby.

[ Laughs ] Definitely not
the sort of guy

who's going to cause trouble
for us later.

It's not as bad as you thought,
is it?

It's worse. It's far worse.

I thought you were insane before,
but you're completely certifiable.

Trying to impregnate
yourself with that?

But it's too late.

No, it's not.
I don't need a baby that bad.

- Are you telling me to get rid of it?
- Or get rid of me. Your choice.

What are we talking about here
a holiday?

You know I don't have many
girls I can count on.

Look, I'm sorry, Nat.
I don't know - as long as it takes.

Bonne's completely freaked out.
I don't want to lose her.

I don't know what to do.

I know when I found out what
Dad was up to, it did my head in.

You still wanted
to work in the business.

Hell, no. I wanted to be a model.

Dad said I wasn't pretty enough
and that I should just get over it.

- He's such a prick.
- Mm-hm.

Working here was
meant to be temporary.

Oh, God, Nat - the idea of Bonnie
going down that path...

I can't. I've worked too hard
for that to happen.

Mrs G didn't come.

That's because I cancelled her
for a while.

- Why?
- Because I'm gonna be here instead.

What about your work?

I'm not doing it anymore.

Bon, my job isn't always easy
and I don't always enjoy it -

it's just a job.

But I did it because I want
to give you as much as I can.

A nice home, a good education.

But most of all,
I want you to be happy.

So there's no point me doing
something that makes you unhappy.

Will you find something else?

We'll be OK for a while.

And I want you know that Josh
and I are having a break as well.

What?! Why are you doing that?

I didn't mean that
you should go rid of him.

It's got nothing to do with you, Bon.

I wanted you to know that Josh
is out of the picture for now.

So it looks like
it's just you and me.

Wow. Sounds like fun.

So, here I am
with the big decisions again.

- Not my fault.
- It never is.

I need a feasibility study,
like with the house.

One potential human being.

What can he feasibly bring
to my life?

And what will you take away?

He? You better hope
it's not a boy. Do you know?

Of course not.

Being born a man's
a big enough handicap

without being born to an imbecile.

- Alex is not an imbecile.
- He sure did look like one.

- Don't you know any decent men?
- No.

What if you had a son?

I'd make damn sure I kept him
away from the rest of them.

I'd isolate him - do everything
I could to give him half a chance

of overcoming his bloody DNA.

- You can't be serious, Ally.
- Yes, I can.

You know, the chances of me
having a boy are 50/50.

You don't even know
whether you're keeping it.

No. But I do know
what I don't want.

I've heard an awful lot
about how you feel -

overlooked, disempowered, stifled.

And now I can add 'fucked
in the head' to the list.

You have not once
asked me how I feel.

Not even if I'm OK.

You have offered no support or love.

This is fucked.

- You should leave.
- What?

I want you out of my house. Now.

"This man had paid
his hush money three times over

"and he was ready to show himself
at last."

So... what would he be like?

Perhaps like her voyeur.

Don't move.

[ Gasps and Laughs ]

Maybe he'd be more like
the feather man.

OK, baby, eat my peach.

Or perhaps he'd be another
all day sucker.

[ Moans ]

But as if turned out, all this man
wanted to do was fuck with her head.

I know you're missing someone.

Yes.

The woman in the blue dress.

- It's a poem.
- What is?

A Thomas Hardy poem.

A woman in an air-blue dress.

[ Recites ] "Woman much missed

"How you call to me, call to me..."

You want me to be her?

He wasn't quite sure
if she was an apparition...

...or if she'd actually come back.

This dress is part of her.

You're part of her.

Your skin is her skin.

Your eyes are wrong,
but your mouth's the same.

You even smile the same way.

Who was she? Your wife?

She was my first love.

She was my last love.

[ Cries ]

She was your mother.

- What?
- I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Look at the picture.

Can't you see? She's the one
who gave you away.

You were her baby.

Um... who are you?

I'm your father.

[ Cries ] No, no, no, no, no.

Look, Tippi, I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.

No, get out. Get out!
You're a creep!

And a liar! Get out! [ Cries ]

I'm your father.

[ Sobs ]

Oh, my God!

"I'm your father,"
he said.

"And that's who he was.

"At last she has found
her first taboo."

Thank you, Tippi.

[ Scoffs ] Sorry, I just
didn't find it credible.

Especially the sex stuff.

MAN: Tippi?

It's true.

It's my life.

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