Satisfaction

Previously on Satisfaction...

Lick my shoes, slave.

What do you do for them?

Well, a lot of the men come in for the company.

I mean, someone to talk to.

Most of the time... I have sex with them.

Then get out!

You gave your whole self to me.

- I did not. - Yes, you did.

I only have sex with really famous people, Johnny.

- Been watching, have you, Dad? - Mm-hm.

I want Mel. I want Mel to work for us.

I have a right to know what it is that makes her so great

that you would give up your family.

She fucks me, I fuck her, I love it.

There's a young client out the front who's asked for someone like me.

Well, we don't have someone like you. Except you.

Where is baby Alex?

- Got you! -

You've got to be kidding me. He's mentally deficient.

You're trying to impregnate yourself with that?

Do you think I'm insane doing this?

I think you're doing it because you love Ally

and you want to have a family.

I don't do normal.

I'm a sex worker. What part of that don't you get?

Aiden, you don't have to be alone. It's alright to want me.

He's beautiful, isn't be?

Yes, he is.

I just don't know how you can love me and be OK with what I do.

I don't love what you do, Chloe.

But I knew about that when I met you.

Take me home.

I can't be stopped.

How much are you planning on messing with her head exactly?

- None of your business, Nat. - It absolutely is my business.

- I'd like yo see you again. - I'm with someone now, Tim.

I can't not do this again. I can't imagine it.

You get pregnant and then you want to talk about it?

- Ally, listen to me... - You're on your own.

- Who are you? - I'm your father.

Get out! You're a creep!

I love this place. I love the girls. I love the clients.

I love every sick weirdo that walked through that door.

For Godsakes, Phil, she's pregnant.

He or she would have had beautiful eyes.

Fuck off out of my life.

- 232's on the market now. - Shit. Is that my fault?

It's about owning a piece in this place.

It's an opportunity to become more than workers.

- I need some cash. - What's it for?

You could call it keeping you and me out of the papers.

This is yours. I want us to be partners.

- So what sort of work do you do? - I was an escort.

Now I'm a brothel owner.

Today I met my father for the first time.

My father for the first time.

No.

More like... he met me. He met me.

'Cause he couldn't talk over me. Talk over me.

Or make a joke. Make a joke.

Or walk away. Walk away.

Stay here. Wait.

- What? - Sorry, you can't come.

- You have to let me in. He needs me. - Wait here. Please, wait here.

Mmm! These melting moments are awesome.

- Humph. - Mmm?

Nah. Don't know if they go so well with the bloody marys, though.

Our Russian neighbour makes them.

I used to take them into work for Nick.

I hope our new neighbours make us cookies.

I won't let you starve.

- She's not answering her phone. - Or returning her calls.

I left a few messages. Said, you know, "Pop in if you like."

Knowing Nat she's not checking her messages.

Wouldn't wanna face anyone.

I just hope she's not by herself.

That's her thing, isn't it? That's what Nat does.

Yeah. Well, at a time like this, she should be amongst friends.

Well, you'd think so.

So five days and no-one's heard a word?

I invited her - that's all I know.

Sorry. Just trying to get through this minute by minute as best I can.

Nat!

Oh, no.

I know, I know. I'm not gonna do it.

But it's just vegetables. - Have it.

- I'm sure it's very healthy. - Yes, please.

Do you want some bread? You love bread.

- Thank you. Yum. Thanks, Josh. - Bread?

I've booked St John's for the funeral but I'm not sure about the wake yet.

Why don't you have it at 232?

When is the funeral?

Oh, got to wait for the police to give me the OK.

Surely they've done their autopsy or whatever they do by now.

- Could you not use that word? - Sorry, Mel.

Well, I'm gonna put him on Facebook and make a profile for him.

I'm gonna put up his favourite songs and some of his photos,

and it'll be like he's still with us.

- What? - Nothing.

I reckon it sounds like a great idea.

Thank you.

What happens to the syndicate now? Do you girls own 232 or what?

Josh.

Just curious to know whether the sale went through, that's all.

No, it didn't.

- And 232's not for sale now anyway. - Oh.

Thanks, Tip.

Hello?

Nat?

- How's this music? - Yeah, it's pretty weird.

It sounds like a bunch of drunken aliens

have taken over the sound system.

What is it?

It's coming through our speakers but it's not from our stereo.

That doesn't make any sense.

There's one way to fix it.

Hey, I found these flowers on the doorstep.

I think maybe they've been there for a while.

- Should I put them in some water? - I'd just chuck 'em.

- Are you sure? - We're closed.

- What's the point of having flowers? - You could take them home.

Not that I understand why we're closed.

- I thought you must have said... - Wasn't my idea.

Right.

Do you wanna go get a coffee of a drink or something?

- Now? - Well, now's as good a time as any.

No, I don't think so. I think I'm gonna stay here.

OK.

You OK?

I mean, obviously...

How are you getting on?

Well, I've got an empty brothel,

I've got music coming from outer space

but other than that I'm fine.

- See you, Mel. - 'Bye, Tip.

- Tracey, isn't it? - No, it's Tippi. And she's not home.

- We just want a quick word. - I told you, she's not home.

- Detectives. - Mel.

- I hope this is not inconvenient. - Yes, it is, actually.

But we've got a few more questions for you.

- Oh, sorry, you can't just... - This is a murder investigation.

Yeah. I don't care. You can't just barge in like that.

It's OK, Tip. Just leave it. I'll see you later.

Looks like you've been celebrating.

A get-together of people who love Nick.

Right.

What we want are deposit slips, chequebooks, credit card details.

- Nick's? - Yours.

Why?

There's been a lot of money going in and out of your bank account,

a shitload in the last few weeks.

- I've had a good month. - Yeah, you sure did.

Can you ask your friend to get her nose out of my clothing?

You got some expensive stuff here, Mel - very sexy.

It's a job requirement.

You had a cash cheque drawn up as a bank cheque.

Do you wanna explain that?

I borrowed from one friend to help another friend.

And the other friend was Nick De Luca?

Yes.

I didn't break the law.

- So why are you here? - Because it's easier face to face.

Easier to tell if you're lying.

But then again, I suppose all your clients think that.

OK, so what were you saying about the sound system?

- What's wrong with it? - I don't know.

It's transmitting some sort of weird frequency or something.

There's Nat all by herself.

What sort of weird frequency?

Is it like a ringing or is it high-pitched?

I don't know. It doesn't matter.

The point is Nat's all on her own and she's not dealing with anything.

I should ask her over for dinner. I don't know whether she'd come.

Probably just your amplifiers

picking up an audio signal or something from somewhere.

Well, I told her you'd have a look at it.

You what?

- I said you'd check it out for her. - At your work?

Yeah. Well, I don't know anything about audio equipment.

No, you don't.

Hello, Tim. It's Melanie again, leaving another message.

Look, I know you probably don't want to hear from me

but the police have been asking me some questions about your cheque

and I just thought you might like to know.

So there. Give me a call if you want.

OK. 'Bye.

He is going to freak when he gets that.

Doubt it.

He'll just pay somebody and the problem will disappear,

like all his problems.

Wow. You should have married Tim instead.

Sorry. I didn't mean that.

- Although... - No. I made my choice.

Could you get that for me?

- Are you home? - No.

Only if it's Tim. Anyone else and I've gone away. I'm not coming back.

Hello.

No, she's gone away.

Sorry, she's not coming back.