All language subtitles for Good luck with that 3_English

(Man humming tune)

(Stay high playing)

I already feel

like doing it again, honey

'cause once you know,
then you know

and you don't wanna go

back to where it is
that you come from

I just want to stay high

with you

(unzips bag)

'Cause where I come from

everybody frowns
and walks around

with that ugly thing
on their face...

- (In Irish accent) Thank you.
- Barista: Ciao!

Bye.

We work hard and we grind
and we hustle all day, oh

yes, we do

there comes a time

there comes a time

at night where we come to play

(bottles clinking)

And we 'il be smiling

laughing, jumping and clapping

yell and holler and just feel

just feel great, yeah

I just want to stay high

with you

with you

just you

everything is everything

and everything is beautiful

how did you get like that?

See, what I do

ls keep it cool

and don't worry 'bout
what everyone is doing, oh

I already feel

like doing it again, honey

I just want to stay high

(knocking at door)

I just want to stay high

(exhales)

I just want to stay high

with you

with you

with you

with you

hello. I'm Leo.
You must be Nancy.

- That's right.
- Leo: May I come inside?

Yes, of course.
Yes, of course. (Chuckles)

(Door closes)

Leo: May I kiss you
on the cheek?

Yes, that would be fine.

(Breathes deeply)

- You smell wonderful.
- Thank you.

- What is it?
- Coco Chanel.

Nigella Lawson wears it.

Ah, nigella.

So sexy.

Don't you agree?

Yes. No, I...

I was waiting for you to say
"for her age".

Most people say
when a woman is over about 42,

that she's sexy "for her age".
I was waiting for that.

Ah, right. Uh...

No, nigella is empirically
sexy, at any age.

- Hey, Nancy?
- Yes?

We're gonna have a great time.

- Okay.
- Okay.

I tell you
what I'd love right now.

What?

- A drink.
- (Gasps softly) A drink.

Of course. Of course, sorry.
Uh, what can I get you?

How about a glass of fizz
to ease us into the mood?

A glass of fizz. Hold on.

This is fizzy.

- Allow me.
- (Nancy chuckles awkwardly)

(Gentle music playing)

(Cork pops)

Foryou.

To being empirically sexy.

(Laughing)
Yes, I'll drink to that.

A very fine vintage.

It's just from the mini bar.

Oh, you meant me.
You mean me. (Laughs)

- I'm just teasing.
- Right-o, right-o.

- Shall we sit?
- Yes, let's sit.

(Nancy clears throat)

- So, what would you...
- So, you enjoy music?

By people?

Yeah, I do.

What kind of music do you like?

Oh, I don't know, um, all sorts.

Sorry, I'm a bit distracted
'cause, um...

'Cause up close you really
are very good-looking.

- Mmm.
- Thank you.

Mmm. Even more
than in your photo.

- Ah, I'm better in 3D.
- (Chuckles)

Mmm.

I hope that you received,
um, the contractual...

Oh, the money?

The money, yes, sorry.

I didn't want to be crass
and just say it.

There's nothing crass
about getting paid

for your work, Nancy.

Trust me on that.

And thank you,
it's all received.

(Breathes deeply)

- Are you Irish?
- Yes, I am.

Have you been doing this long?

(Chuckles)

A little while now, yeah.

Long enough to know some things.

Do you enjoy it?

You know what? I love it, Nancy.

Meeting all kinds of people...

Getting up
to all sorts of things.

Mutual pleasure.

You don't feel demeaned, then?

Not at all.

- Or degraded?
- No.

But what if you meet someone
and you really just

don't want to do it?

Hasn't happened yet.

- Really?
- (Chuckling) Really.

I find that astonishing.

- How many have you...
- Oh, a gentleman never tells.

Oh. Of course, yes.

You don't have to worry, Nancy.

This is just about us tonight.

So, what is your fantasy?

I'm not sure
you could really class it

as a fantasy as such.
It's a bit mundane for that.

Okay, well,
what would you most desire?

I mean,
desires are never mundane.

(Exhales) Um...

To have sex.

Tonight. Um...

With you.

That's about it, really. I...
For the moment.

Great.

But do you mind,
do you want... I mean, am I...

(Sighs)

A disappointment, so to speak?

Okay?

(Softly) Okay. Okay.

- Top up?
- Yes, please.

Oh, thank you.

(Sets down bottle)

I'm sorry, I just
can't bear the suspense.

(Stuttering) Could we...

Would it be all right if we
just did it now? Right now?

- And get it over with?
- (Laughs)

- "Get it over with?"
- Yes.

- You're meant to enjoy it.
- No, I know that.

I'm just not very good at
waiting for things to happen.

I'm much better
when they've happened

and... (Clears throat)
I'm recovering.

You make it sound
like it's an ordeal.

It's not compulsory.

Shall we just sit
and chat for a bit?

No, I don't want to do that.

I don't think we'd have
very much in common.

Well, you might be surprised.

I'm very rarely surprised.

I plan things properly,
specifically,

in order to avoid being
surprised, if I'm honest.

Fine. But I hope
I can surprise you anyway.

(Inhales) No, I don't
want anything like that.

Anything like what?

You know, anything perverted.

Oh, no, no.
Not that kind of surprise.

Oh, good.

I don't like anything
going into places

that are designed
for things to come out.

You're talking about anal sex?

I don't like that phrase.

Nancy, I won't be doing anything

you don't want me to do.

I've never done
anything like this before.

I've never bought anybody
like this for my own...

- Pleasure?
- Use.

(Leo chuckles)

- Nancy, listen to me.
- Yes.

- I choose to do this.
- Right.

You know, you haven't bought me,

you've bought my service.

I set a price and you agreed.

I'm not being exploited.

I can't bear the suspense.
I can't bear it.

- The anticipation?
- Yes.

Of disappointment.

Why do you assume
you'll be disappointed?

Because I... I've always been
disappointed before.

I need to...

Well, actually, I'd like
to tell you something.

Okay.

I've never had an orgasm.

- With a partner?
- With anyone.

- Not by yourself?
- No, not even by myself.

(Stutters) Never. That's right.

Right, I see.

It's not meant as a challenge.

No, I haven't taken it as one.

Because you won't be able
to achieve it.

Fair enough.

(Nancy chuckles)

Your confidence is endearing,

and no doubt necessary
to the job,

but I feel I must warn you
it is misplaced.

Um, and I don't want you
to feel bad about it

because I won't be faking it.

I don't do that.
Not any more. Um...

I made a decision
after my husband died

never to fake an orgasm again.

When did he die?

Uh, two years ago.
It was premature.

And this is your first...

Encounter since then? Yes.

In fact, if we do this,
you will... (Inhales deeply)

Only be the second man

I have ever had sex with
in my entire life. (Chuckles)

There, I've said it.

Well, thank you for telling me.

If you want to leave now, I'm...

I'm very happy to pay
half of what we agreed.

I don't want to leave, Nancy.

Nothing is making me
want to leave.

I won't leave unless
I'm clearly instructed to,

or I feel
I'm in physical danger.

Has that ever happened?

Yeah, a couple of times.

- With a woman?
- Yeah.

Once with a woman.
Well, her husband.

He thought
he wanted a threesome,

but it turned out he didn't.

- Did she?
- No...

But she did want to meet
one-on-one a week later.

- And did you do that?
- Sure.

Wasn't that dishonest?

- Of her?
- Of you.

Why? I mean,
I'm not the married one.

I'm just doing my job.

Wow.

This is all quite
an education. (Chuckles)

I hope it continues.

- You're being saucy.
- "Saucy"?

My grandmother used
to say the word "saucy".

I'd rather not think
about your grandmother

right now, if you don't mind.

- No problem.
- I just... anyway...

I just wanted to let you know
about the orgasm thing.

I'm not expecting one,
so, you can relax.

(Nancy chuckling)

I am relaxed.

This was a terrible idea.

(Sighs)

Leo: Do you feel you're somehow

betraying your husband?

His memory, I mean.

What?

Oh, no, no.
No, it's nothing like that.

- Then what?
- It's just not very "me".

I'm a teacher.
Well, I was a teacher. I...

I used to set my pupils essays

on the moral issues
surrounding sex work,

and here I am
participating in it.

Nancy.

You're probably a very
vulnerable young man,

maybe you're an orphan.

(Laughing) I'm not an orphan.

Yeah, well,
perhaps, you grew up in care,

and you've got
very low self-esteem.

I didn't grow up in care.

You could've been trafficked
against your will.

You can't tell just
by looking at somebody.

Leo: (Laughing) Lwasn't
trafficked against my will.

Well then, I simply
don't understand it.

You don't understand what?

Why you're doing this.

Oh. Oh, well, if you really
want to know, I'm...

I'm using the money
I make doing this

to save up for college.

Oh!

Oh, how wonderful!
Are you really?

(Chuckling) Nancy, you need
to stop worrying about me.

(Sighs) Let's move this
back to you.

Okay. Oh, god.

- Now, Nancy. Nancy.
- This is crazy.

It's terrible, it's wrong.

My son...
My son would be appalled.

- Nancy!
- Yes?

- Let's go to bed. Okay?
- Okay.

- Okay.
- Good.

- Come here.
- Mmm-hmm.

Leo: Is this okay?
Nancy: Mmm-hmm.

- Okay?
- Mmm-hmm.

(Kisses)

Mmm-hmm.

Listen. Uh, if you, um,

need to take anything,
that's fine by me.

I'm fine, Nancy.

No, I mean, legal things,
you know,

to help with it all down there.

No, I assure you it all works.

- I know, I mean, I just...
- No, I know what you mean.

But I don't need
any little blue pills.

- Never?
- Never.

But what if you don't
fancy the person?

I mean, you can't
force yourself, surely,

if you don't.

There's always something
to fancy.

- No, there isn't.
- There is.

What's the oldest person
you've ever done it with?

That's a bit reductive, Nancy.

"Reductive",
that's a good word. I like it.

Yes, it is a good word.

I'm glad you like it.
I chose it just for you.

(Chuckles) But seriously,
actually, I really do

want to know. How old?

-82': ?

- Yes.
- 82?

- Yeah.
- 82?

Nancy.

Okay, I'm feeling
a bit better now.

Okay. Um...

So, what's the little thing
about me

that you can hold on to
with all your might... (Sighs)

To make it come alive
in the moment?

Come here.

(Leo chuckles)

I like your mouth.

I like the line of your neck,

down to about here.

(Nancy exhales)

And this...

Is so elegant.

(Inhales sharply) Um...
Just hang on a second.

I just, um...

I'll just go to the bathroom
and change.

Okay, but don't change too much.

Nancy: Oh, god.

(Door closes)

(Gentle music playing)

(Breathes deeply)

(Music stops)

(Gentle music resumes)

(Door opens)

Ta-da!

Oh! You look great!

Leo: Hmm.

Um, everything okay?

Yes, it's just
I don't like Mars bars.

I can smell it.
It's a bit off-putting.

Oh, sorry, sorry.
I'll go and clean my teeth.

- Would you mind? Thank you.
- Mmm-hmm.

(Door closes)

What's this?

- Very nice!
- I've changed my mind again.

I don't want to do it.

I'm sorry to have
wasted your time.

I'll still pay.

But you can get dressed and go.

(Sighs)

This isn't about the Mars bar,
is it?

No, it's not about the Mars bar.

Do you not find me attractive?

Don't be ridiculous.
You're clearly...

Aesthetically perfect,
and apparently nice enough.

What did you
picture happening? I mean...

Why did you book me
if you don't want to do it?

I don't know at this point.

A moment of madness.

(Chuckles)
That's all. That's all.

Do you regularly have moments
of madness like this?

Do you usually make
rational decisions?

Yes.

Well then, why would this
be any different?

I mean,
you must have had a reason.

Something that made you do it.

I bet you thought about it
for days before.

Weeks. Well, months.
Years, perhaps. (Sniffles)

Well then,
it's not a moment of madness.

This is what you want, Nancy.

And now that you have it,
why won't you take it?

Why won't you take
what you want,

when it's right here
within reach?

(Sighs) I don't know.

It feels controversial suddenly.

I don't find it controversial.

To want something like this.
Even to want it.

If it's just sex you want,

aren't there a dozen men around

who would love to hook up
with you?

If it's all too much?
I mean, surely they want to.

Oh, yeah, yes, they do.

Yes, they've made that
very clear, actually,

since Robert died.

But, um, it's me,
I don't want to.

Why not?

They're all old.

Old men.
I don't want an old man.

I want a young one.

A young body. And, no offence.

I have to pay for that.
Of course I do.

Well, I'm here.

And I'm not offended.

Actually, why are you
still here?

I've just offered to pay you

to spend an evening
doing whatever you please.

- Why are you still here?
- I'm interested.

- In what?
- In you.

Oh, for heaven's sake. There's
no need to patronise me.

I'm not. You're conflicted.

Conflicted is interesting.

You've never met a woman

who can't make up
her mind before?

I don't believe that.

I've met women who can't decide

which sandwich
to have for lunch,

but if we've ended up
in a bedroom together,

they usually know
what they want at that point.

Well, young women are different.

Yes, I think they are.

Different to how we were,
well...

How I was when I was young.

I wasn't exactly
a social renegade anyway.

So, a couple of my friends were,

but we lost touch afierschool

but London was
a different country back then.

The rest of us were stuck
in the 19505.

It was repressive.

Hmm, I'm sorry.

And I wasn't brimming
with sexual confidence

like they all are now

with their thigh-split dresses

and salsa classes and whatnot.

I mean, people do pole-dancing
for a hobby!

- I read about it.
- (Chuckles)

I read an article about it.

I mean, a hobby!
(Stutters and chuckles)

Christ, I sound so old, I know.

I sound old, but...

Leo, did you ever meet anyone

who does pole-dancing
for a hobby?

I think that's mainly
for posh girls.

Yes, you're probably right.

I mean, I know pole dancers,

but they wouldn't pay to do it.

That's just some
fucked-up economics.

You know what I mean?

Not really,
but I mean, I can imagine.

It's not a world
I know much about.

Says the woman
who booked a hotel

and a sex worker for the night.

Oh, god. Oh... oh, you're right.

Oh, god,
I'm just a seedy old pervert.

Just go, it's disgusting.

I feel like Rolf Harris
all of a sudden.

Rolf Harris?

Never mind.

Come on, let's get in the bed.

(Sighs in anguish)

Let's get under the covers.

Why do they make these things

like getting
into a straitjacket?

- (Leo chuckling)
- It's ridiculous.

What do you really
want to do with your life?

I'd like to see,
uh, Venus before I die.

Okay... (Stutters)

I'm just curious
about what it's like for you.

I mean,
you're clearly very bright.

- What makes you say that?
- Well, I'm a teacher.

And I know there are some people

who use the word "empirically"
in a conversation,

and there are very many
who don't,

and the clever ones
are those that do.

- Did I use it?
- Yes. Nigella?

"Empirically sexy".
And "reductive".

Ah, yes, you're right. So I did.

So what,
you don't think this is a job

for clever people, is that it?

No! No, I didn't mean that.
No...

No, I was just asking
about qualifications, and...

Did you go to school?

(Chuckles)

Of course. I mean,
my mother was very strict.

Irish catholic.

And what does she think about
what you're doing now?

You want to talk
about my mother, really?

- Well, you brought her up.
- Well, now I'm dropping it.

But seriously.

Uh, she doesn't know.

You know,
this looks so sexy on you.

What does she think you do?

If I tell you, can we drop it?

Because you really do
look good in this.

I promise.

She thinks I work at an oil rig.

(Laughing)

An oil rig?

Yes, an oil rig.
In the north sea.

(Continues laughing)

(Stutters)

But do...
Do you keep in contact?

Do you send her updates
about life on the oil rig?

Now, Nancy, you promised.

But how do you know
what happens on an oil rig?

I Google it, you know?

I found a website
where there's stories

about life on an oil rig,

and I copy and paste them
sometimes.

(Laughs) That's amazing.
What a life.

Oh, dear me!

My son's doing
his masters at university.

Are you not happy about that?

Oh, yes, no, I am.
Of course I'm happy.

It's great.
Why wouldn't I be happy?

It's just what's expected.

Why do you sound
so ambivalent about it?

Ah. "Ambivalent",
that's another good word.

Mmm-hmm. So, your son?

Yes, well, I...

Oh, dear.

I've never said this to anyone
before. This is awful.

It's okay. Who am I gonna tell?

Come on.

Well, the truth is,
I find him boring.

(Laughing)

- You find your own son boring?
- Yes. That's awful, isn't it?

I've just never heard
anyone say that before.

Have you always
found him boring?

No, not always.

No, he's...
He's a very nice boy.

He's just very predictable,
like his father.

- What's he studying?
- Chemistry.

Please forget I said that.

Just forget it.
He's a lovely boy,

and I love him very much.

And I should be grateful

because he's turned out
very well.

- Any other kids?
- Mmm. Daughter. Older.

We don't get along.

- Oh, why not?
- She thinks I'm cold.

- And what do you think?
- I don't think I'm cold.

I mean, I don't feel
cold inside, but...

Maybe I'm cold with her

'cause she's so over the top
all the time.

So, the opposite to her brother.

She lives in Barcelona
in this bohemian set-up.

They're all artists,

although I've never seen
any actual art.

Unless the art consists of

burning your parents' money,
which,

actually, is not
out of the question.

At least she's not boring.

No. No, there is that.
There is that.

So, your children have
disappointed you, Nancy.

Yes. But...

When did you last see your mum?

'Cause I'm interested in
where you come from.

I don't come from anywhere.

You know,
I was actually found, um,

under a little patch
of mushrooms

the size of a bean,
raised by friendly wolves.

(Kisses)

Nancy: Oh, go on,
tell me something.

I'm in awe of anyone
who becomes a mother.

(Pouring drink)

It's the hardestjob
in the world.

Did you get that off mumsnet
or something?

Sorry?

Well, it's a bit general.

Yeah, not all mothers are good.

Well, I wouldn't know.

I've only had one.

Yeah, well, we're all stuck

with whatever we get, aren't we?

Parents and children alike.

At least I know what mine
are up to, though.

Haven't you ever wondered

if your son is lying to you
about his life?

- No.
- Why not?

Maybe he doesn't want
to disappoint you.

(Mellow music playing)

(Switch clicks)

(Breathes deeply)

Has he got a partner?

Yes. Nice girl, also boring.

Training to become
a primary school teacher.

- Bonng, bonng, bonng.
- (Chuckles)

I thought you said
you were a schoolteacher?

Yeah, but I was a religious
education teacher

in a secondary school.

That's a very different beast

to colouring in
with six year olds.

They say primary education
is the most important.

(Scoffs) Well, they're wrong.

Do you know what proportion

of secondary school
students think

religious education
is worth even an ounce

of their time and attention?

- I mean, I...
- Exactly, exactly.

So there I would be,
year after year,

spouting the same old stuff

unable to break away
from the curriculum

in case I got complaints
from the head,

and unable to ask them
anything real

in case we lost time,

and just battling
through the work,

and getting them
through the exams

only to start again
the following year,

doing the same old stuff.
It was stultifying.

I think I may have
killed the mood.

I'm not sure there was a mood.

I'm sorry, that was rude of me.

No, it's true.

No, but you're not paying
for the truth, though.

You're paying for a fantasy.

At this moment,

I'm not sure
what I'm paying for.

- I can show you.
- (Chuckles)

I don't doubt it.

What would get you
back in the mood? Hmm?

What would your husband do
to get it all going again?

Well...

He... he would, uh...

Take all his clothes off,
and lie in the bed

without putting his pyjamas on.

And I would take
all my clothes off,

put my nightie on,

and lie in the bed next to him.

And then he would
rub my shoulders,

and breasts a bit,

and then he would climb on top,

do the business, kiss my cheek,

roll off, put his pyjamas on,
and go to back to sleep.

- That's it?
- That's it.

- Always?
- Always.

No deviation. For 31 years.

And that's the only sex
you've ever had?

Correct.

(Chuckles)

- (Softly) Wow.
- (Inhales)

Wow, indeed.

- No oral?
- No oral.

- Not even on him?
- No, he said it was demeaning.

- Foryou?
- For him.

(Scoffs) Okay.

Okay, and I presume it was
the same for him on you?

Yes, he said that was
demeaning for him, too.

So, you've never had...

No. Never had.

Never given.

- Do you want to?
- Yes, I do. I want to.

(Noice breaking)
I want to very much.

I always have done.

(Crying softly) Sorry.

Sorry to cry. Stupid.

(Sniffling and sobbing softly)

I, um...

I think that...

When I was a teenager,
my parents

took me to Greece on holiday.

It was
a once in a lifetime trip,

for them, anyway, and...

At the hotel,
there was this waiter.

He was about 20,

and he looked at me
like I was...

The most delicious thing
he'd ever seen,

and I felt my body go to water.

And one night,

he was hanging around
after his shift, and, um,

I was hot, so, I...

I went out into the garden

after my parents
had gone to bed,

and he was there,
smoking a cigarette, and,

I stood in front of this

little bush covered
in tiny pink flowers,

looking out to sea.

And without a word, he came up,

and kissed my neck,

and put his hand under my skirt,

and into my knickers.

And I feel him sliding around
down there,

and I was pushing myself
back into him,

and it was the most crazy,

exciting feeling I've ever had.

And then a car started up,

and the headlamps came on,

and he was startled,
so, he dashed away.

And the next day we went home.

And I wish we'd just stayed
one more day.

(Nancy gasps and moans)

(Nancy moans)

(Nancy and Leo continue kissing)

(Pensive music playing)

(Knocking at door)

(Grunts softly)

- Hello.
- Hello again.

(Nancy chuckles)

Nancy: Thank you.

This is a very nice surprise.

Is it? It's the same room.

I mean, I booked the same room

'cause I didn't want to be
thrown by a new layout.

Oh, no, I mean,
you booking me again.

- (Chuckles)
- I mean,

you must have been satisfied
the last time,

so, I'm happy about that.

Yes, yes. I was satisfied, yes.

Oh, it sounded like there was
going to be a "but".

No, no. Not particularly.

I, um... I've got
a little bit of feedback,

and a couple of attainment goals

for this time.

Right, I see. Sure, okay.

- Would you like a drink?
- Yeah, sounds great.

(Chuckles) Cheers.

So, I've made a list of things
that I'd like to get through.

Oh, that sounds sexy.

Don't mock me. I'm a teacher.

Old habits die hard.

What's first on the list?

(Clearing throat)

Number one: I perform
oral sex on you.

Number two: You perform
oral sex on me.

Number three: We do a 69,

if that's
what it's still called.

I don't know.
Um, four: Me on top.

Five: Doggy-style.

Well, that all sounds
very achievable.

Oh, does it? Oh, good.

Good, 'cause I have
no frame of reference.

I've tried, um,
looking on the Internet,

but it's alarming, frankly.

I mean, if you type in
"classy porn" to Google,

up pop 12 windows of erections.

I mean,
there's no build up at all.

Have I booked enough time?

You want to do it all today?

Yes, if possible.

I mean, it's just,
you're quite expensive,

and I'm not sure
if I'll be able to afford

another session after this.

Okay.

Okay, I understand. Um...

Isn't there something else
that should be on that list?

Like what?

Well, I'd love for you
to feel completely satisfied,

if at all possible.

Oh!

- Oh! The big o, in fact.
- (Leo chuckles)

Yes. No, I like a list
that can be fully ticked off.

Achievable goals,
that's the path to happiness.

There's no point
in wishing for the moon.

Well, it's an orgasm, you know?

It's not a faberge egg.
People have them every day.

Right. Do you know what?
You're right.

That all makes sense.

I just... I want to feel
a sense of achievement.

Yes.

You know,
I don't want to walk away

from this feeling unresolved.

May I?

Do you know what?

We'll do as much of this
as we can today.

I think we'll certainly make
a significant dent in it.

Good. That's good. Good.

You wanna start
with the blowjob?

(Gulps) Yes, I think so.

Get the big one
out of the way first.

(Nancy clears throat)

Should I kneel?

Well, I could stand on a chair,

but that's not
how it's usually done.

Nancy: Mmm-hmm.

You don't have to do
any of this.

No, I know, I...

But I want to be
a woman of the world.

I mean, there are nuns out there

with more sexual experience
than me.

It's embarrassing. Do you
want me to brush my teeth?

What? No. Nancy...

You can just let go.

Let go? What am I
letting go of, exactly?

I mean, we need
some sort of plan, don't we?

I don't want to swing
from the chandeliers,

and make loud animal noises.

I'd like to see that.

(Nancy sighs)

You're letting go of the thing
inside that grips you.

You know, thatjudges you.

That watches you
from the outside.

Christ, if I let go of that,
anything might happen.

That's the only thing
keeping my life together,

keeping it ticking along. Here?

Over here.

What am I just supposed to do,
just float around

like some sort of
free-form jellyfish?

You know, waiting for
something to come up?

- No, but you're...
- Do I undo your belt?

Do you undo it? What's normal?

- Well, it's more a matter...
- Well, I'll do it.

- I'll do it.
- Okay.

No, I just... I just want
to do a blowjob.

I want to get that sorted,
and then we can

work through as much
of the rest of the list

as we can in the allotted time.

Like we've got a double lesson
timetabled for oral,

and then we can see
what's left of the afternoon?

- Exactly.
- And shall I ring a bell

at the end of the session?

Do you use a bell?
You didn't last time.

Oh!

- Very funny.
- (Mobile phone ringing)

Tsk. Oh, bother.

Oh. Sorry.

(Mobile phone continues ringing)

I'll be back to all this
in just a second.

(Door opens)

Nancy: Hi, darling. Hi, uh...

It's not a great time.

I'm in the middle...

Yes.

I understand that,
but it's not...

Pamela, it's not something
I can sort from here.

(Nancy continues
speaking indistinctly)

(Mellow music playing)

- Sorry about that.
- Everything okay?

It was my daughter.

She's in a bit of a pickle
at the moment, shall we say.

Sorry to hear that.

Well, it's not the first time.
It won't be the last.

She used to ring her father
about all this,

but anyway, um...

Should we just try
and get through what we can?

- Before the exam?
- Um, yes.

Nancy.

(Leo makes whooshing sound,
smacks lips)

There is no exam.
It's all a dance.

- I don't know the steps.
- An improvised dance.

We just go where it takes us.

There's no timetable,
there's no bell.

But I've only paid
for two hours.

Well then, let's enjoy them.

Every single minute.

Okay. Come on, then.

You want to start
with the blowjob

or go with something else
on the list?

No, I think I'd like to go
in order.

I feel like I've prepared

- for the blowjob now.
- Mmm-hmm.

Robert, my husband,

he never... he never wanted
to try anything new. He...

He planned everything, I mean,
even his own funeral.

Actually, I was terrified
he would turn up on the day,

and tell me
I'd put the wrong ham

in the sandwiches.

It wasn't...

A furnace of passion

that burnt out,
our relationship.

It was more like, um...

- The bottom drawer of an aga.
- A what?

(Stuttering) Um, it's
an old-fashioned stove.

You can't turn it off,

it just keeps on chugging away.

At the bottom, there's
a kind of cooler drawer thing

that you can push things
to the back of...

Leo: Mmm.

You know, to cook them slowly,

like a bowl of stewed apples
or something.

- I see.
- Do you?

Uh, not really, but, um,

I think you mean your marriage
stewed slowly

because you pushed it
to the back,

and then forgot about it.

- Nancy: Hmm.
- Mmm.

Well, anyway, he's gone.

It's all gone. Ancient history.

And I want to try something new.

Well, good.

So, I need to get that blowjob
under my belt.

Your belt, obviously.

Okay.

Okay?

Okay, okay. Look.

I have an idea.

You like dancing, right?

Mmm. Only when
nobody's watching.

Okay, well then, we're gonna
change the mood.

- I'm gonna put on some music.
- (Snaps fingers)

And you're gonna dance
like nobody is watching.

(Leo humming tune)

(Leo sucks teeth)

(Always alright
playing over speaker)

Come on, Nancy Stokes.
Come have a dance with me.

Male singer: Well, you come
upstairs but not to talk

you stay a little while

then you do
a little walk on home

I hear you downstairs
smoking cigarettes

I hear you talking shit

'cause you ain't got nothing
to talk about at all

so you took me to the party
you got me alone

said you wanna feel good

and you feel like
you're gonna explode

well, I don't care
can't pay attention

and I don't give a damn
about your intentions at all

oh-oh!

Well, pass me the whisky,
pass me the gin

pass me whatever
there's drink left in

well, I don't care
if it's 7:00 in the morning

for all I care,
it could be the second coming

well, you say
you can't take it any more

you can't live like this
it's a really big deal

well, I don't care
can't pay attention

and I don't give a fuck
about your intentions at all

whoo-oh!

(Mobile phone ringing)

Oh, shit.

(Grunting)

(Sighs) It'll be
my daughter again.

- (Music stops)
- She always rings twice.

(Mobile phone continues ringing)

She always forgets the most
crucial bit of information,

and has to ring back.

- Okay.
- I don't want to answer it.

- Well then, don't.
- I always answer it.

Even when you don't want to?

Yeah, especially
when I don't want to.

- Okay.
- Well, what am I gonna say?

"Hello, darling,
I'm sorry I can't talk now

cause I've booked this man
for the night,

"and I'm trying
to work up the courage

"to perform oral sex on him."

(Softly) Well,
you don't have to say that.

(Nancy sighs)

Shall I answer it?

(Mobile phone continues ringing)

(In deep voice)
"Hello, darling. I'm sorry,

"but your mother has something

- "in her mouth right now."
- (Shushes)

"I could take a message
if you would like."

Listen, darling, I...

(Mouthing) Sorry.

Yes. (Sighs)

Did he? Oh, god, yes.

Uh-huh, uh-huh.

Oh, I am so sorry.
Yes, I do understand.

Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

Listen, darling,
I... I really do...

Pamela?

Pamela? Oh, she's gone.

Just like that? No goodbye?

Well, either her battery ran out

or she's been abducted.

Is it serious? Her pickle?

Well, it can be sorted,
that's the main thing.

- I see.
- (Nancy sighs)

Matthew will provide
the grandchildren.

I have no doubt of that.

If Pamela can just
keep herself alive,

I'll be happy.

You don't sound very happy.

Well, it's very stressful
being a parent, Leo.

It's a stress
that never leaves you.

It's like a thumb on a bruise.

Sometimes my children

feel like a dead weight
around my neck.

I'm not sure I'd have done it
if I'd known.

What do you mean?

I mean, I could have done
many other things

if I hadn't been a mother.

What else would you have done?

I don't know.

Crossed the desert on a horse?

Started an artist's colony
on a hot little island?

Had an orgasm?

Would you find a massage
patronising

at this point?

No, I wouldn't.

(Both chuckle)

(Soft music playing)

Do you think
your kids could feel it?

Your disappointment in them?

(Sighs)

I don't know, Leo. I doubt it.

They mostly didn't notice me,
I think.

I mean, do you notice

when your mother's disappointed?

Are you worried
that she'd be disappointed

if she knew what you do?

I'm not sure what you mean.

There's nothing disappointing
about an oil rig, ma'am.

(Nancy chuckles softly)

Anyway,
there's still time for you.

Oh, that's sweet.
But there isn't.

This is it.

(Groans)
My final attempt at a life.

For the orgasm, I mean.

You might have to abandon
riding a horse

across the desert.

Can I ask you
to do something for me?

Mmm-hmm.

Would you mind
taking your shirt off?

Sure. Okay.

(Captivating music playing)

Can I touch you for a moment?

You're just so...

I never thought I...

Can I touch your shoulders?

(Softly) Yes.

And your arms?

Yes.

And your chest?

Yes.

(Breathing heavily)

(Gasps)

You can put that back on, then.

You want me to put it back on?

Yes, if you want to.

I thought things were
progressing quite nicely.

I was suddenly overwhelmed.

By what?

Some wave, something, of...

- Lust?
- Maybe.

Sorry, I just feel a bit sick,
actually. A tiny bit faint.

Put your head between your legs.

(Weakly)
I can do that on my own time.

Yeah, I'll just... just, um,
maybe step away for a moment.

(Panting) Catch my breath.

Have a drink.

(Exhales)

It's just that, I, uh...

I've never felt
anyone like you before.

- Like me?
- You know, muscular, fit.

Like a model.

- I work out.
- (Scoffs) I'm sure you do.

I work hard.

Don't you ever feel sometimes
it's a bit shallow?

(Chuckles)

Yeah. But my clients like it,
you know?

And I like being wanted by them.

When I'm here with you,

being looked at by you,
I feel good.

God, I can barely imagine that.

Come here and stand with me.

Nancy: I've always been
ashamed of myself.

My body, I mean.

- Always?
- Mmm.

Always been aware
of what's wrong with it.

You know, stubby thighs,
fat tummy.

Boobs come down to my navel now.

My arms wobble,

and they have done
since I was 20, actually.

And if I didn't
pluck here and here,

I could join a circus
after a month.

- Oh, I've plucked it.
- (Chuckles)

Don't be fooled
by the muscles, Nancy.

I sometimes feel ashamed, too.

That's hard to imagine.

Well, if I didn't
look like this,

you mightn't have chosen me.

Or wanted me.

- Can I unbutton this?
- Yes.

- Can I take this off?
- Mmm-hmm.

(Nancy exhales)

(Leo chuckles)

(Nancy sighs deeply)

Your body is beautiful.
I wish you could see that.

I have always
quite liked my calves.

They're not completely awful.

I can hear my mother.

"Vanity is a weakness, dear."

It's not vain to enjoy
your body, to love it.

But I know
that voice in your head,

the one that talks shit atyou.

I have one, too.

It gets tiring.

So boring.

- Oh, I'm sorry to bore you.
- You're not...

You're not boring me, Nancy.

(Nancy sniffs, scoffs)

Is Leo grande your real name?

Is Nancy Stokes your real name?

Do you know, sometimes I wonder

whether what you
young men need is a war.

Excuse me?

Well, you're all just so fit
and bursting with energy,

and killing pretend soldiers
on your computers,

but actually, underneath it all,

you're really quite anxious,
not quite sure of yourselves.

Perhaps that's what
every generation needs, a war.

It's self-correcting.
It makes us all nicer.

My generation of men,

they never had a chance
to prove themselves.

I mean, I think they
felt actually inadequate

in front of their fathers.

And I think it's caused
a whole lot of bother,

and I'm worried your lot
are gonna be even worse.

My brother's in the army.

Is he? Oh, sorry.

I didn't mean to imply...

Is he older or younger?

He's younger. He's 24.

- Huh. Which bit of the army?
- Artillery.

Ah, the big guns.

Yeah, well,
might as well go all in.

If I was in the army,
I'd want the big guns, too.

- Do you see him?
- Not much.

Miss him?

Of course.

I love him.

And he doesn't know
about all this?

No. (Chuckles)

He thinks I work on the oil rig.

Nancy: Oh.

Not sure he believes it.

So, you're not close?

Can I top you up?

Yes. Please.

Thank you.

Not for me.

I won't enjoy myself as much.

You wanna play a game?

Like role play? We could work
the blowjob into the game.

It might help.

How about teacher and student?

We could have an re lesson.

Like the garden of Eden.

The fall of man.

(Softly) Come on, miss,
teach me about original sin.

You know, I've been
very bad today, miss.

You might have
to keep me behind after class.

You have to stop wearing
those tight skirts

because I can't concentrate
on my Bible.

And when you lean down
over my desk,

I can see
right down your blouse...

- And last night in my bed...
- Okay, stop it.

- But, miss...
- Look.

- We shouldn't be doing this.
- No, I know, miss, but...

No, no, no! Safe word.
Safe word. Safe word!

- What?
- Safe word.

We don't have a safe word.

(Stutters) Well,
I didn't think we'd need one.

Oh, it's okay, we can stop.
Look, I've stopped.

I'm just not into all that,
okay? My god.

Okay, sorry. I didn't mean to...

(Stuttering) I know
what this looks like.

But it's just not the point.

I don't want to dominate you.
I don't want to teach you.

- It's only play.
- Yes, I know.

But I don't want
to play at that.

I want to play
at something else.

I want to play
at feeling young again.

I want that feeling back.

That feeling
of having it all before me.

You wanna be 16 again?

No, I don't want to be 16 again.

Being 16 is bloody awful.

I want the feeling
of being 16 again.

That power.

God, I didn't know I had it.
It was wasted on me.

But some of the girls itaught

they knew what they were doing.

With the men, I mean.

What do you mean?

Oh, I mean,
I tried to tell them,

the girls, but I mean,

the skirts just kept on
going up and up and up

until you could practically
see how clean

their back teeth were. (Sighs)

They just didn't care.

Why should they?

They can wear
what they want, surely?

Men can't always
control themselves, Leo.

They're not all like you.

Some of those male teachers
were like

lambs to the slaughter,
poor sods.

Well, maybe they were
in the wrong job.

Or maybe
they should have realised

those girls weren't there
for them.

Have you ever been,

you know, in trouble?

Been in trouble?

Mmm. I mean,
isn't selling sex illegal?

No, soliciting money for sex
is illegal.

I don't solicit money
for sex, Nancy.

No, I sell my company.

I provide interesting
conversation.

I can dance.

I can mix
20 different cocktails.

Whether or not we have sex
is our business.

There's nothing illegal
about that.

I mean, as well as the blowjobs,

it's also quite nice
to get to know each other.

Yes, I suppose so.

That's why I tend to recommend
more sessions.

Sorry?

It makes it more satisfying,
you know?

I'm actually looking
for more regular clients...

- Oh, I see.
- What?

- I see where this is going.
- It's not going anywhere.

Oh, no, here it comes.
The hard sell.

Vvhatisithke driving lessons?

Do I get ten
for the price of nine

if I book in advance with
the Leo grande school of sex?

I don't know
what other kind of clients

you have, Leo,
but I am not a rich woman.

- No, I know, but...
- So, you know...

I'd like to wind up
the sales chat

before my time, and money,
and Patience run out.

So, please, Leo grande,
or whatever your name is,

just give me my bloody blowjob,

and we can all go home.

Why don't I sit
on the edge here?

And you could kneel
on a cushion in front of me.

How about that?

It's okay, if that's optimal.

Do I just... get it out?

That's right.

(Nancy's breath trembling)

Oh, it's pathetic. I'm pathetic.

(Sighs heavily) That list
was such a stupid idea.

You know, you don't have
to do any of this, at all.

I'm scared. That's the truth.

Of what?

(Tearfully)
That I won't like it.

That you won't like it.

Maybe you won't.

But you can try and see.

There's no harm.

Unless you're gonna bite it off.

In which case,
I probably won't like it.

(Laughs softly)

(Sighing)

Nancy, everyone needs
something different.

Maybe you just wanna talk?

You know,
I have a regular client

who just likes to hold hands
and watch TV together.

I mean, don't get me wrong,
I also have a client

who likes me to walk in
without a word

have sex with her as quickly
and silently as I can,

and then leave.

Nancy: Hmm.

Actually, I quite like that one

because it only
takes 10 minutes,

but she pays for the full hour.

Then there's a guy who wants me

to dress up as a cat,

and then ignore him
for an hour and go home.

- What, and have no sex?
- No.

(Nancy scoffs)

I think you'd make
a very good cat.

- (Chuckles)
- For what it's worth.

Thank you.

What I'm trying to say is,
I don'tjudge my clients.

You know?

Unless they're total arseholes.

And you're definitely

- not a total arsehole.
- (Chuckles)

(Nancy sighs)

Well, that's nice to hear.
(Sniffles)

(Sighs)

I have a client who can't walk.

And I bathe her.

But what she really wants
is dirty talk while I do it.

And then ijoin her in the water.

That's what she wants.

Nancy: Hmm.

Everyone wants
something different.

You sound
like some sort of sex Saint.

(Nancy clicks tongue)

- Are you real?
- (Chuckles)

Oh, no, I really fancy her.

She's quite hot.

And I look forward to it.

It's what she needs.

You make it sound
like it should be available

from the local council.

Like a public service.

Mmm. Can you imagine how much
less bullshit there would be?

As long as they don't
put the rates up.

People are furious enough
about that.

Well, they'll still
collect the bins.

(Nancy chuckles)

It's different for women,
though, in your line of work.

- Isn't it more dangerous?
- It can be.

Well, I've been called
some choice names

and been slapped about a bit.

Oh, my god.

(Laughing) Oh, come on.

You know that. You do.

(Sighs) I mean...

I used to set
this exact essay question

in my ethics lessons.

"Should sex work be made legal?"

And every year 30 essays
came back,

all exactly the same.

What did they say?

Uh, that although

the moral issues remain up
for debate,

the legalisation
of sex work would,

ultimately, provide protection
for sex workers,

and help eradicate
trafficking and abuse.

- Sounds like Wikipedia.
- It is Wikipedia.

They all copied it out,
word for word. Every year.

Except this one boy,
Lucas white, who wrote, um,

"sex work should be made legal

"so your mum pays tax
on her earnings."

- (Chuckling)
- Which did provide

a bit of light relief,
if I'm honest.

(Nancy clicks tongue)

I think it's much bigger
than that, the whole idea.

Just think how civilised
it could be

if it was just available to all,

and there's no shame attached.
There's no judgement.

You want sex,
and you're frustrated

you can't get it
for whatever reason.

You're shy, you're unwell,
you're grieving.

You're physically struggling,
so you just hire someone.

Like me.

It's all regulated and safe.

For you, for me.

Better for everyone.

And I help you,

or I pleasure you.

Even better.

Just...

The thing is, lots of people
like the secrecy.

They get off on it,

or they just want the fantasy,

and that's totally fine. But...

I quite like the reality,

and it's my actual job, so...

You know,
one thing I love, Nancy,

is just to watch someone's face

when they feel pleasure.

When they let go,
when they succumb,

and their body goes with it.
That...

That heat, that feeling.

(Sighs) Everything just loosens.

It's so...

It's just so, so great.

Hmm.

- You do like it.
- (Chuckles)

Thank you
for telling me that, Leo.

I mean, not only because it was

very interesting
and enlightening.

But also...

Do you mind?

Go for it.

(Trousers unzip)

(Exhales)

- (Exhales)
- (Mouth sucking)

(Breathing deeply)

Mmm...

That's a surprise.

A good surprise?

Yes, very good.
I wasn't sure about it.

You know, whether I'd like it.

But it's like bathing
in a warm sea.

I may have dropped off
for a moment, actually. Sorry.

(Chuckles) It's no problem.
But also no?

No, no orgasm, no.

(Sighs)

I wonder what noise I'd make.

Apparently, sneezing
is a very good sign

of how loud a person
is when they orgasm.

- Really?
- Yeah.

My mother sneezes very loudly.

But some people
sneeze like cats.

- You know.
- (Imitates soft sneeze)

- (Leo laughs)
- (Laughs)

I can never rid myself
of the notion

that they must orgasm
like cats, too.

If cats orgasm.

I don't know, do they?
Nobody knows.

How did you fake it
with your husband?

What noise did you make?

Um... oh, god.

Wait. I've got to think.

Let me think it through. Um...

(Mutters indistinctly)

(Imitates grunting)

- Ah!
- (Leo laughing)

- That was very convincing.
- (Chuckles)

Anyway,

that's number two ticked off
the bucket list.

Or "licked off
the fuck-it list".

(Laughs) Quite. And I'm
very happy about that.

You are very good at this
whole business, you know?

I hope you know.
People should tell you.

Thank you. That's nice to hear.

It's sort of a mysterious gift
you have.

It's not so mysterious.
I just make the effort.

And I like you, so, it's easy.

See, see? You always
know the right thing

to say, when to make the move
and all that.

You learn to read people.

Mmm.

I'm not sure I ever have.

Well, you have to want to first.

Yeah.

I probably don't want to enough

to put in the work.

I just pay attention.

And what about you?

Is there someone
who pays attention to you?

You know, is there someone?

Someone?

Yeah, a special person,
a particular person.

- What? Other than you?
- Oh, stop it.

I mean,
a girlfriend or boyfriend.

Or, you know...

One of those fluid arrangements

you have these days.

-Nancy -Leo.

It's all about this moment,
in this room, right now.

It's all about you.

Forget everything else.
That's the whole point.

Yes, but who are you in there?

Who are you out there?
That's what I want to know.

- Now I've re-booked you.
- And I'm very glad you did.

And I am, too,

but I just thought maybe
we could personalise it a bit.

If it's gonna be
a regular thing.

I thought you were happy
with what I'm doing.

Oh, my goodness,
believe me, I am.

My body is no longer the carcass

I've been heaving around
for 30 years.

No, it's now a thing of wonder,

a playground of delight,
as you say.

Did I say that?

Mmm-mmm. Perhaps not.

But what about you?

The real you?

I'm whatever you want me to be

here, in this moment.

Mmm. But what if I want to
know who you are without me?

When I'm not there?
Wouldn't that be okay, too?

Nancy, I hope I've given you
what I said I would give you.

Well, you said we should get
to know each other.

Nancy.

So, you're not gonna tell me?

Hey, have you ever considered
using sex toys?

You know, I actually
brought some with me

because some people
find it much easier...

Actually, in that case,

I've got something to tell you.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yes.

Well, go on, then.

Well, you know, if you're not

gonna tell me anything yourself,

long nights alone,

one's curiosity
gets the better of one.

- Does it now?
- Yes. It does.

I know who you are.

Sorry?

I know who you are.

I found out who you are
in real life.

I don't know what you mean.
This is who I am.

No, I mean your real name.
I found out your real name.

I was going
to tell you earlier, but...

But I thought it was best to...

To fuck first?

Well, it was just a minor bit
of sleuthing on my part.

You know, on my credit card
statement,

there's a... there's a company
listed to your website

and you just go to
the companies house website,

and you find the name of
the director of the company,

and that's how I found out
your name, your real name.

Hang on.

Hold on. What's going on?

No, I...

I'll tell you my real name.
If you like. I don't mind.

No, thank you.
I'm not interested.

Well, it's not so bad, is it?

For me to know? I mean...

It's not as if we're strangers.

I have boundaries.

I've asked you to respect them.

You haven't,
so, I'll be going now.

Please don't attempt
to book me again.

Oh, come on now.

Come on, it's not so bad.

- Forget I mentioned it.
- Nope.

I'll still call you Leo.

You won't be calling me anything

because I won't be here.

Okay, Connor.

Don't you call me that.

My name is Leo grande.
You booked Leo grande.

And you got Leo grande,
and from what I could tell

by the moans and the sighs,

you have no complaints
with Leo grande, am I right?

- Yes.
- Good, so we're clear on that.

This is Leo grande.

I made him,
and I'm proud of him.

And by the way, Nancy Stokes,

I could find out
who you are myself, you know?

How do you think
people would react

if they knew
that their ex-re teacher

was hiring young men to lick
their pussy in a hotel room?

What? Is that a little
too real for you?

'Cause that's just
what we've been doing,

so, don't get squeamish now.

I honestly didn't think
you'd react like this.

What?

Well, lthought you'd be pleased.

Pleased?

Well, I thought we'd built up
a trust, a real trust.

I mean, I was ready
to tell you who I am.

I thought we could

maybe continue outside of here.

Have a coffee
or a drink or something.

Why can't we?
Why can't we be friends?

I mean, is it because I'm old?

Because old ladies
aren't allowed

to participate in anything real?

We have to be kept
quiet and cosseted until...

Oh, until you need our money,

and then you'll turn up
and do anything?

Look, I know that's
how it feels with your kids,

but I have never treated you

or thought of you like an old...

I thought you were proud
of your work.

Why are you ashamed?

I'm not ashamed.

But you're lying about it.

You're hiding yourself
and your work.

Even from those closest to you.

You're deluded.
You're crazy and deluded.

Well, why can't your mother
know the truth

if you're so proud,
if you're not ashamed?

You know,
there's a word for this.

It's called cyber-stalking.

And nutters do it.

Crazy, sad,
desperate nutters like you.

Well, I am so sorry
that I had the audacity

to find out the true identity

of the man I have been having
sex with for the past month.

Why don't you tell me more

about your life on the oil rig?

Why do you have to lie to me
about who you are?

I'm not lying to you, Nancy!

This is my professional name.
I provide a service.

A fantasy. And I told you that
very clearly.

But all that... all that stuff
you said about it

being a vocation. Is that lies?

Well, she would be
proud of you, surely.

She would.

Why are we talking
about my mother?

(Stutters) I could talk to her.

I was always very good
with the parents.

I could explain it to her.
I could make her understand.

No, thank you.

I think it's important.
Let me do it.

I don't need you to do that.

Well, let me try.
I think it would be

good for you, for your life.

Nobody is explaining anything
to my mother

because as far
as she's concerned, I'm dead.

- Sorry, what? What? What?
- Yeah.

That's what she tells everyone.

There. Do you feel sexy now?

Feel like that's what
you're paying for?

I didn't think so.

Look, Nancy,
I'm sorry that your son

is so immensely boring

and that your daughter has
a more exciting life than you.

You said your kids are like

a dead weight around your neck,

so, let's not pretend
you're exactly

mother of the year yourself,
right?

But why would she want you dead?

Why? What did you do to her?

Fuck off, Nancy.

(Door slams)

(Scoffs)

(Doorknob rattling loudly)

(Banging on door)

- It's all right.
- (Doorknob rattling)

(Banging on door)

Don't talk to me.
I just forgot my phone.

(Sighs)

(Sighs)

(Softly) Fuck.

Oh, fuck.

- Fuck!
- (Glass shatters)

- Leo, please. Please.
- Leo: (Cries) Fuck!

You wanna know if my mother
would be proud of me?

She disowned me.

She left me to fend for myself.

How old were you?

I was 15.

Why? Why did she disown you?
What did you do?

(Scoffs) What did I do?

What did I do?

I just disappointed
the fuck out of her.

(Phone ringing)

Hello?

No. Yes, no, no, no, it's fine.

It's my friend, he, um,
fell and hurt his knee. Yes.

Absolutely, no.
Of course, we'll keep it down.

Yes, yes, sorry. Thanks. Bye.

You know,
my mother was like you.

She did everything right.

Food on the table, clean clothes

in the drawers, all that.
But, um...

I don't think she ever,
ever actually saw me.

(Crying) Or if she did,
she didn't like it.

You know, she tried
to hide her repulsion,

but I could just feel it...

Vibrating through the walls,
and... (Sniffles)

I just wasn't what she wanted,
what she imagined for herself.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, well,
you can quitjudging me.

You know, my life, my work.

You don't actually care
about the truth of my life.

You just wanted
something exotic.

A broken little whore.

And I guess you found him.

Well done, you.

(Thunder rumbling)

(Leo sighs)

I'm gonna leave now, Nancy.

You can have a refund
on the time.

(Nancy sighs)

(Breathing heavily)

(Door closes)

(Sombre music playing)

(Aeroplane engine
rumbling in distance)

(Birds chirping)

Can I get you anything?

No, thanks.
I'm waiting for someone.

Waitress: Okay.

- Can I get you anything?
- I said no...

Oh, sorry.
You're a different one. Um...

Thanks, I'm waiting for someone.

Can I get you anything
while you wait?

Nothing, thank you.

(Sighs)

- Can I get you...
- No, thank you.

Sorry, thank you, no.

I am waiting, I will wait,
I will wait for my friend.

Oh! You used to teach me!

- Sorry?
- Yeah.

Mrs Robinson, re.

Oh, keep your voice down
a little, would you?

(Chuckles nervously)

What are you doing here, then?

Um, well, I'm meeting
a friend. Yeah.

Because the parking here
is so good.

Well, it's certainly better
than the coffee. (Chuckles)

Nancy: Mmm.

I'm Becky foster.
Do you remember me?

Um, no, actually. I...

Funnily enough, I don't.

- Sorry.
- Yeah, you used to teach me

- in year 8.
- Did I?

I can't have taught you
very well, could I?

- Why's that?
- Because you're working here.

- Leo: Hello.
- Ohl

(whispering) Oh.
Now, where did you come from?

- This your friend, then?
- Mmm...

Yeah, well, he's...

- Well...
- I'm trying to sell my car.

Um, this good lady
is interested,

so, we thought
this was a great place

to meet to have a look at it.

Mmm-hmm. Because
the parking's so good.

Well, it's certainly
better than the coffee.

(Laughs)

We'll take two
of those coffees anyway.

We'll take the risk. Thank you.

(Clearing throat) Shall we sit?

Yeah.

You came.

You booked.

I didn't think you would.

I wasn't sure I would, either.

But we both know the deal today.

Still I'm very glad

that you decided to come,
just to talk.

Lovely.

Thank you.

(Softly) Thank you.

It's a very powerful thing,
sexual fulfilment.

It makes you feel...

Well, it made me
feel invincible.

I hadn't realised.

I wish I'd known sooner,
when I was younger.

I'd have made
the necessary changes.

- At least you've done it now.
- Yes, yes.

And, you know,
I have felt more alive

and more powerful
in this last month

than I can ever remember.

I mean, I see my friends
fading away at the edges,

just sort of shrivelling up
over the years.

And I think, actually,
you're right, Leo.

This should be a public service.

You told a couple of them
about me. Your friends.

Yes, I have made recommendations

for the great Leo grande.

I told them you are
the master of the menopause.

I'll put it on my business card.

I've been very discreet,
of course.

I mean, I've only told the ones

I thought could really use it.

Need it. You. Need you.

Leo: Well, I appreciate that.

(Sighs)

Leo, my name, my real name
is Susan Robinson.

It's such a boring name,
isn't it?

Mrs Robinson. Hmm.

That's cute.

I've never done
anything interesting

or remarkable in my life.

Um, this is it.

You know, I always obeyed
all the rules, fell in line.

Never drank too much.

Never overshadowed
my husband at parties.

You know, I was always
the designated driver.

I ate my five-a-day,

even before they were called
"five-a-day".

And I always, always answer
my phone when it rings.

You are the only adventure
I've ever had.

The only freedom. And...

I wanted it to be real.

I wasn't thinking
about it properly.

I was mad with some fever...

Lust, whatever.

It made me mad.

I never... I've never...

I'm sorry, Leo.

(Nancy breath es deeply)

That's it?

Mmm. That's it.
I just wanted to see you.

To see you were all right.

Tell you
what you've done for me.

To thank you.
And to say goodbye.

Becky: Everything okay here,
mrs Robinson?

Yes, um, thank you.

We're just wrapping up here now.

Mrs Robinson used to teach me
re at school.

- Oh, yeah?
- Thank you, Becky.

- Yes.
- Was she a good teacher?

She was all right. Bit uptight.

Not as bad
as some of the others.

- Uh-huh. (Chuckles)
- Yeah.

Except for this one time...

Thank you, Becky,
for that glowing report.

She got all us girls together

for a special assembly.

- Becky.
- No, no, go on.

And she told us
we were all sluts.

I don't think that's quite
what happened, Becky.

Yeah, she said girls
should look respectable,

or we would go around
tempting the men

and get ourselves into trouble.

She said
if we looked like sluts,

we'd be treated like sluts.

(Hesitates) Well,
it was to do with the length

of their skirts mostly,

which had just got
out of control by then.

Said if we spent as much time
on our studies

as we did on our hair,

we'd all be a lot better off.

Well, actually, I do...
I stand by that.

- I stand by that.
- "Concupiscence".

Always remember that, too.
She used to make us say...

Said she liked the sound of it.

I do, too.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.
It's a good word.

What does it mean?

Becky and Nancy: Lustful desire.

Ah, well, well.
Now you're talking.

Mmm-hmm, yes.

St augustine of hippo
coined the term

in his doctrine of original sin.

He believed that it underpins

all the suffering
and sins in the world.

So, Becky, could we please
have that bill?

Well, I don't think
I can go along with that

'cause it doesn't make any
"concupi-sense" to me at all.

- (Laughs)
- (Leo chuckles)

Longest word I know.

The bill, please, Becky!

My legacy as an educator.

"Concupiscence".

It is a good word.
It's a new one on me.

Oh, well, I'm glad to have
found one you didn't know.

I was hoping I would.

(Nancy sighs)

You know, I...
I told my brother.

About what I do.

What did he say?

(Chuckles)

He was surprised
to hear me say it out loud.

But he guessed I made money
with something like this.

He, um...

He said he kind of already knew.

And he never
believed the oil rig stories.

(Leo chuckles softly)

He said mum would
never talk about me,

about what she saw,
about what happened.

(Sighs)

Guess I was a bit wild
for my mum.

A lot for her to handle.

There was this, uh,
one night... (Chuckles)

Back when I thought, uh,

she was gone out
for the weekend.

Um, but I was wrong. Um...

I had some friends over
to hang out after exams.

We put on some music,
drank some wine.

Next thing I know,
she and a neighbour

are walking in on me
and my friends,

and we're all...

Bodies wrapped up together,

a bit of everything going on.

Exploring each other.

And I'll never forget her face.

Just humiliated.

So ashamed.

You know,
we tried for weeks after

to patch things up, but...

Her disgust was just
all over her.

I had to leave.

She, um, said she was glad
I was going,

and that she would never speak
my name again.

And from that point on,

she told everyone that

that was the day
her son had died.

Nancy: Oh!

But surely, surely,
time's a great healer?

Healer? Yeah. (Chuckles wryly)

No, Nancy, she... she meant it.

(Nancy scoffs in disbelief)

I even saw her
a couple of years ago

in the street,

and she just...

She walked straight past me.

(Sighs and chuckles)

Yeah. Just cold.

Would you do that
to your own son?

Only 'cause he's so unremarkable

I might not notice him.

(Sighs)

I should probably
stop saying things

like that about him.

Yeah, you probably should.

No, he's a good boy,

and I'm very lucky to have him.

And she was wrong, your mother.

There is nothing

disgusting or disappointing
about you.

Thank you, Becky.

Becky, could you wait a moment?

Becky, I would like
to apologise to you.

What?

Yes, I owe you an apology.

For calling you a slut.
That was wrong.

That was not a word or idea
I should have used

with a group of impressionable
teenage girls.

I thought I was doing
the right thing at the time,

trying to protect you,
but now...

But how, r... (Sighs)

(Breathing heavily)

Becky, I am not here
to buy this man's car.

Okay.

This is Leo grande,
and he is, uh...

- I'm a sex worker.
- Yes, yes.

And we have been meeting
for sex,

regularly,
for the past few weeks.

- Leo: That's right.
- That's right. That's right.

And, um... (Clears throat)

I recommend him highly.

'Cause apart from anything else,

he is an absolute marvel
with his tongue.

And, um, Becky,
you may already know this,

I hope you do,

but pleasure
is a wonderful thing.

It's something
we should all have.

Becky, if you'll excuse us,
I have a room booked upstairs,

and Leo and I need to get going

if we want to fit a session

in the remaining time
'cause, um...

(Clears throat)

There's a couple of things
I'd like to try.

(Chuckles softly)

It was great
to meet you, Becky. Um...

I hope maybe we'll run into
each other again sometime.

Just keep the change.

(Soft music playing)

Nancy: Oh! (Chuckles)

(Nancy moans)

Leo: (Softly) Take those off,
mrs Stokes.

(Nancy giggles)

(Gasps and laughs)

(Nancy moaning softly)

(Nancy grunts)

I can't...
I can't balance like this.

- I can't balance.
- Okay.

(Nancy gasps softly)

Nancy: (Softly) Oh, god.

(Moaning softly)

(Leo gasping)

(Leo moaning)

(Leo panting)

(Nancy moans and grunts)

(Exhales)

Did you?

- Stop asking.
- Okay.

- You're fixated.
- (Chuckles)

- I think you should drop it.
- (Both chuckle)

I know, I know. I just...

There's no pressure,
of course. I was just hoping.

Maybe all the others are faking.

Have you ever thought of that?

(Leo laughing softly)

- (Gasps mockingly)
- (Both laugh)

- No.
- I'm joking.

We'll try one more time.
Just for fun.

Oh, okay, if you must.

- Close your eyes.
- (Nancy laughs)

(Leo kissing)

(Breathes deeply)

Hang on. I brought
something with me

that you might like to try.

Oh, you know what?
Leo, I don't think I can.

I... (Laughs) I think I'm done.

(Condom snapping)

(Pouring water)

I thought I'd brought
the little buzzer.

That usually works.

(Gasping)

(Moans)

Leo: Ah! Here it is.

(Device buzzing)

- (Sighs contentedly)
- Was that...?

(Chuckles softly)

(Nancy sighs)

Leo, I think this should be
the last time we meet.

I'm glad you booked me.

I'm glad you came.

I'm glad you came.

Right?

I'm a very satisfied customer,
put it like that.

I shall be ticking
the big green smiley face

on the feedback form.

Okay.

Well.

Well.

Goodbye then, Leo grande.
And good luck to you.

Good luck to you.

Take care, Nancy.

(Soft pensive music playing)

(Door closes)

(People chattering indistinctly)

(Sighs)

(Breathes deeply)

(Ready by montaigne playing)

I, I guess I'm frustrated

thinking about all the places
I should've been by now

by now

and I'm endlessly waiting

feel like a barrel of dynamite

waiting for a flame
to come 'round

come 'round

I need a little spark

I need a little spark

a light in bitter dark

a light in bitter dark

I think I'm ready to go
I think I'm ready

I think I'm ready to go
I think I'm ready

and I'm at the edge of the cliff

so let's begin

I think I'm ready to go
I think I'm ready

I'm ready to begin again