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Belle: I get a rush from
this job that I wouldn't
get from a normal job.

I have a number,
a place to meet and a name.

- Why do you wanna
escort, Bambi?
- Money.

Stephanie: Bambi, sweetheart,
it's the only job where
the less you've worked,

- the more you can charge.
- Half of which she takes,
by the way.

- Are you just going to
undermine me, Belle?
- No, I'm just being honest.

Do you wanna go
for a drink?

A real girlfriend
going on a real date--
I'm just not sure if that's me.

Ben: You can't keep it
from him. That's
completely out of order.

And it's out of order
to use me as some sort
of decoy.

- I can't go out with you.
- We're just starting.

Don't run scared already.

Jackie:
Thanks to all of you
for coming out here today,

even those of you
who only just made it.

Oh, no, actually,
that's just Hannah.

- So it's going well with Alex?
- I'm gonna tell him.

- I'm gonna tell Alex today.
- What the fuck is going on?!

Hannah's a prostitute.
Did you fucking know that?

Whatever you think
she is, that's not her.

And you're in love
with her.

I've given up escorting.
Got a job.

- Hannah: Completely
unemployable.
- Ben: Be something you can do.

- Writer, writer.
- Writer, yeah.

Write about
what you know.

- Hannah: "Once upon a time,

there was an escort
called Belle."

Oh, the prodigal daughter
has returned.

- What do you want?
- A job.

He's a publisher's assistant.

His boss might be
interested in your book.

I told him you were
a middle class call girl

- and then his eyes lit up.
- Ben!

Woman:
How does it feel to be
the latest literary sensation?

Hannah:
Actually,
it feels pretty good.

Now that you found
this new career,

ever see yourself
giving up?

Never.
Girl's gotta do her research.

Belle: What I do is
not so different from
a conventional career, is it?

The same basic
rules apply.

If you want to stay
on top,

you need to be
in control at all times.

Belle:
If there's one thing
this job has taught me,

it's that you can't just
lie back and expect things
to just happen.

If you want to
diversify, you've got
to grab your opportunities,

seize your moments,
don't let them pass you by.

Timing is everything.

And you have to
be versatile.

Transferable skills
are a must.

And you thought
you knew everything
about me.

You're welcome.

Great disguise.

Enjoy.
It's a triumph
already.

Am I allowed
to talk to you?

Yeah, but can you
not pull that face?

You look like
you're having a stroke.

I'm trying
to be discreet.

- Why are you wearing a bowtie?
- What's wrong with it?

Nothing.
It's just not very you.

You've got to
look the part,
haven't you?

It was either this
or a cravat.

Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the launch

of Atwood and Kalberg's
latest title.

"The Secret Life
of a London Call Girl"

makes no apologies

for lifting the lid on
the sex life of our capital.

It's not
for the faint-hearted,

but it does make
for a scintillating read.

And we are extremely proud
to be launching it tonight.

Whoo!

The author passes on
her apologies, she can't
be with us tonight.

If you read the book,
you'll understand she
has a very busy schedule.

But we do have the pleasure
of hearing an extract.

Guests with pacemakers
may want to retire to
the drawing room.

I don't believe that.

I know. They can't be real.
Look at the size of them.

That's supposed
to be me?

Talk about
perpetuating a myth.
This is ridiculous.

What? Looks good.

Woman:
The first thing
you should know...

...is that I am a whore.

Oh, Jesus.

Best take two, love.

I'm very high class,
which means I charge
by the hour...

Belle:
And I charge a lot.

No money, no honey.

Never play until they pay.

Oh, come on.
I've gotta be
in here somewhere.

Belle:
Fortunately, however...

It's only my manager
who ever robs me blind.

No longer able
to shake her own moneymaker.

Belle:
The terrible old tart
takes 40 percent

of our fees.

So if you want to know

what really goes on
behind closed doors,

come with me.

I'll tell you
everything I know.

- Whoo!

Sound good, didn't it?

Hey. Where you going?
It wasn't that bad.

To throw myself
off the fire escape.

Apparently, she
doesn't even exist.

It's all just
part of a clever
marketing campaign.

It's awful, isn't it?
It's so misogynistic.

I bet it's written
by a man.

Oh! I used to
be a waitress.

Don't worry,
it won't be forever.

One of my favorite clients.

A real gentleman.

Hello. I was wondering
if I could introduce myself.

Ben. Hi.

Belle:
What's the point
in staying there

when there's
some real fun to be had?

Can I?

So what brings you here
anyway? You don't work
at the company, do you?

I'm in PR there.
I'm sure I would've
remembered you.

My friend
wrote the book.

Actually I'm here
on her behalf because
she's not here.

She's definitely
not here.

- Your friend?
- Yes. Yep.

Tell me more
about this friend.

Are you very close?

Yeah. I guess we are.

But not like that.

- Just mates.
- Tell the truth.

- Sorry?
- It's you, isn't it?

Hmm?

You are
the London Call Girl.

I have read
every word
you've written

and I cannot tell you
how it turns me on.

Just talk
like you write.

Okay, but I've got
to warn you.

I do a lot
of re-drafting.

Don't be modest.

I'm going to take off
all your clothes.

Yes.

Then I'm going to...

What? What are
you going to do?

Gonna throw you
on the bed.

Go on, then.

You sexy bitch.
You really turn me on.

Are you okay?

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Fucking hell!

Do you want to
take a breather
for a minute?

Yeah.

Maybe for just
like five minutes
or something.

You know that section
in the book where
Belle gets

whisked off to Paris
by a celebrity client?

Was that based on
a true story or did you
just make that up?

That was true.

That wasn't
in the book, Ben.

- Get dressed then,
shall I?
- If you wouldn't mind.

Yeah.

So, are you going to
keep me in suspense
all night?

Hmm?

You've forgotten,
haven't you?
I knew it.

Sorry. You're going to
have to help me out here.

Is it your birthday?

No. Oh, my God!
You've really forgotten,
haven't you?

- What do you
take me for?
- Yeah.

Huh?

Now, I saved
the receipt, so...
Unh-unh.

Look, if it doesn't fit or
if the color isn't right,
you have to let me know, okay?

Yes, yes, yes.
Can I open it?

- Okay.
- Okay.

- It's perfect.
- Yeah? Try it on.

Okay, but you can't
look. I want you to
have the full effect.

Okay.

Ready. Ta-da!

You look beautiful.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

I think this even beats
the King Kong snow-globe.

Yes!

Are you okay?

Not really, no.

What is it?

I don't know.

I'm just having a bit
of a crisis of confidence.

Seriously?
Are you for real?

I mean, that was
the best sex
I've had in...

No, no. Not with this.

Jesse, do you
ever feel like

you've bitten off
more than you can chew?

- All the time.
- Yeah?

What do you do
about it?

I either spit it out
or swallow.

That's good advice.

You asked!

- Keep it on.
- Okay.

Belle:
Breezing through reception
areas looking inconspicuous

is my forte.

Usually.

At my publishers office,

I feel I might as well
be wearing a flashing sign
that reads "Hooker."

None of these people
know the truth.

As far as they're concerned,
I'm just another author.

An author!

Maybe I can fake it
till I make it!

- Good to see you.
- Hi.

Come in.

Have a seat.

So, how did you
find it last night?
I noticed you left early.

Yeah, going incognito
was not quite as much
fun as I'd hoped.

A bit surreal?

Surreal, yes, that.
Definitely.

"Excruciatingly painful"
also springs to mind.
I don't know.

I think being in disguise
is a great way

to hear what
the critics think.

Well, people will always
want to have an opinion.

But, if it's
any consolation,

have a look at that.

It's your first review.

They're right.
It's intelligent,

witty, wry...

So, book two.

We need to really
jump on the success
of this first book.

How does
three months sound
for a first draft?

No rest for the wicked.

Look, I know
it doesn't sound
like long,

but by the time we've
factored in editing,
type-setting, proofing.

Yeah, no.
It wasn't that.

It was-- I don't know.
I'm just feeling a bit--

- Daunted?
- Daunted, yeah.

Understandably. I want
you to go even further

- with your second book.
- Oh, God.

You're more than
capable, Belle.

When you say
"even further..."

I think this next book

could be a real
psychological exploration

of you,

your clients.

I want you to
plunder your soul.

I'm not entirely sure
I'm ready to plunder.

I want you to
put your trust in me
completely, Belle.

I know it's a lot to ask,
but I won't let you down.

Why did I just
agree to that?

If I'm going to
write a second book,

I'm going to have to do
some serious whoring.

- Oh! Darling!
- Hiya.

Bright little number.

Yeah. Do you think
it's a bit much?

- You got something for me?
- Yes.

Wonderful.

It's good, that book,
isn't it?

- I've read it
three times.
- Have you?

Yeah. I think
it's really life-like.

Well, all the girls
are talking about it.

Seems a little
distasteful to me.

And the madam...
Oh, good God,
a pantomime villain.

Who on Earth
behaves like that?

I don't know.
She seems all right.

I wonder who she is.

So, are we done
or is there anything else
you want to talk to me about?

- No, no, nothing.
- Excellent. Ciao.

Darling.

- Three times?
- Sorry?

It only came out
on the shelves yesterday.
You're quick, aren't you?

- Ciao, darling.

Give my love to Belle.

Onwards and upwards.

An overnighter
in Mayfair.

Book two, here I come.

- Welcome.
- Thanks.

I'm going to have a mint tea
first while I get changed.
Can I get you one?

No, thanks.
Not while I'm working.

- Oh.

Probably takes a bit
of time to get warmed up.

Belle:
So, chapter one.
Mr. Mayfair, it turns out,

has an insatiable appetite

for grinding away
for hours on end.

We might as well be
whittling a chair leg.

Is everything okay?

Everything's great,
you're great.

I just thought
there might be
something we can do

to make things a bit
more special for you.

This is fine.

How about a bit of
tie and tease?

- I have claustrophobia.
- Isn't that
confined spaces?

Well, that's a big part
of it, yes,

but I have
quite an extreme type

which also includes
a fear of being bound

or constricted in any way.

Right.

- Shall I carry on?
- Please do.

- I also have
a fear of heights.
- Do you?

Yes. I imagine they're
probably connected
in some way.

Heights and confinement.

Fascinating thing,
isn't it?
The human mind...

Riveting.

The thing about phobias
people don't realize

is they're all rooted

to some form of
neuroses in childhood.

I read this
fascinating article
the other week.

- Belle: I know what
you're gonna say.
- Do you?

Not every client I have
makes for good material.

But you know what?
I did the best I could
with the little I had.

Which by the way,
was hours staring
at a ceiling,

listening to
a list of phobias...

- It's brilliant.
- Really?

- Really?
- It's very funny.

It's intelligent,
insightful.

You're a natural
raconteur.

I think this is
going to be even better
than your first book.

Which,
I might add,

is really
saying something.

- What's this?
- Print-run figures.

Don't get your hopes up
about being a millionaire
just yet,

but I think
you'll agree,
pretty impressive.

- Fuck me!
- Exactly.

Ooh!

Looks great.

It must feel amazing.

Yeah. It's not bad.
Come on.

You've not even told
me what you think
of the book yet.

You haven't
read it, have you?

Yeah. Sort of.

I've read it
three times.

How can you "sort of"
read it, Ben?

Well, I've read
the whatsit on the back.

You know, the...

I'll start
properly tonight.

- What? I've been busy.
- No, you haven't.

- I've read it three times.
- Yeah. Thanks, Bambi.
There's loyalty for you.

You should read it.
You're in it loads.

- Am I?
- Yeah.

I've called you "Jeremy."

Jeremy? What the fuck
are you saying with that?

- What'd you think
of Letitia then?
- What?

I thought
I'd call you Letitia.
I thought it would suit you.

But then actually
I worried that it might
be a bit tacky.

- I'm Letitia?
- Yeah, of course you are.
Could you not tell?

Oh, my days!
Letitia is amazing!

- Yeah!
- She's a scream!

I'm Letitia. That's me.
Oh, my bloody days!

- All right, steady on. Jesus.
- I'm sorry.

I am starring in a book.
I can't believe it.

- Stop it!
- I'm a star!

If they do
make it into a film,

- I'm not being called
fucking Jeremy though.
- Okay.

Well, we'll cross that
bridge when we come
to it, should we?

I think it'll make
an awesome film.

I'm talking to Belle
about the film.

All right.
Steady on, Bambi.

Jackie?

Why don't you answer
your bloody phone?

I've been calling you
for ages.

- Who is it?
- It's my sister.
What's the matter?

Patrick's having
an affair.

I need to stay here
for a while.

Prostitute, author,

sister-- shit!

Jackie!

I'm Byron.
How the fuck are you?

- Is Han in?
- She's out.

- But I'm in.
- Huh.

I know it was you
who wrote that
filthy little book.

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

We need to talk.