The Girlfriend Experience

Now, look into the light.

I am Bria Jones.

I am Bria Jones.

You'll testify against Donald Fairchild

and in exchange, we'll relocate you to a safe house

assist you in finding an appropriate employment

and assign you a US Marshal for the protection

I know you're scared, but as long as you listen to

and trust me, you and your daughter will be safe.

She's not my daughter.

I don't want to go! I'm not going!

Do you have any hobbies?

I have things I like doing, I guess.

Um, you could send me a car.

I could meet you for 500, and we could discuss

what it is that you're looking for.

Yeah, Tuesday's good.

This is not a job where you can set your hours.

I know.

Saying you need to use the restroom

and then never returning to the line is, uh, not acceptable.

I was feeling unwell.

You've only been here a few weeks, but I don't think

I need to explain to you that if you don't feel well

you need to tell me before you just take off.

Uh, I was having a feminine issue

and I was embarrassed.

Oh, uh...

Uh...

You know, next time, don't be embarrassed.

Just, you don't even have to tell me about

what's goin' on with your body, okay?

Just... Please don't disappear like that.

Or I'll have no choice.

Understand?

I understand.

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I think that's a good idea.

So why don't we meet?

Um, you could send me a car.

I could meet you for 500, and we could discuss...

...what it is that you're looking for.

Yeah, Tuesday's good.

Yeah, I can't wait.

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I'm having that feminine issue again.

Kayla?

Hello.

- Hello, car service. - I'm out front.

Yeah. Okay, I'll be out in just one minute.

Thank you.

Hey, there.

You on parole or somethin'?

No.

No, we just moved here from Toronto.

Oh, I thought maybe that guy who hangs around here all day

was your parole officer or somethin'.

No, just my cousin.

I don't, I don't know a lot of people around here, so...

- That's a nice dress. - Thanks.

I'm running late, but nice talking to you.

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Hi.

- Can I get you a drink? - No, I'm good.

I'm just waiting for someone.

Would you like to start a tab?

- How much is that? - Thirteen.

Thanks.

- Lola? - Paul?

Uh, sorry, I'm late.

Holy moly, I am a lucky guy. Lucky dude.

I'm sorry, I'm in a time crunch.

Don't apologize.

I'm late myself 'cause I got caught in a seminar.

Bunch of old people asking a lot of questions.

It was a trap.

I should've known better.

Anyway, here I am.

Lookin' at you explaining why I'm so late

making excuses...

My whole job is just kinda

telling people not to make excuses.

Excuses, excuses...

- Let me buy you a drink. - Well...

Just one. You have time?

I've really got to pick up my daughter.

That's right, you mentioned you had a daughter

- Yeah. - How old is she?

- She's in seventh grade. - I love kids. What's her name?

- Uh, uh... - Sorry.

I know it's uncomfortable. We just met.

You don't have to tell me

anything you don't want to tell me.

- And neither do you. - Nice.

We're off to a good start then, aren't we?

So tell me about yourself, Paul.

Let's make a promise, for the next 30 minutes

neither you nor me

will say sorry about anything.

I had to say it too many times growing up, I hate it.

It's been said to me too many times.

It's one of those words I hate, and...

Deal.

- I had to say sorry... - Done.

Been told sorry too many times.

And I just want to enjoy sitting across from a hot woman

and not feeling sorry about shit.

- You're not so bad yourself. - Ah, gracias, señorita.

So, what, you have kids or...?

Kids? Uh, never really found the right person.

I'm into kids, but...

I work so intensely to fix everything.

Hm.

I want to have 'em

but, I don't know, I was s-so self-involved

and it just never seemed like the right time.

Yeah. I wanted to have kids too.

Wait, but I thought you, um, you said...

And then I adopted Kayla.

She was my best friend's daughter.

Kayla? Now we're opening up.

I like that. Is she named after someone?

Uh, her mum wanted to name her Katie

but she thought that was too common.

So, I adopted her after she died.

Wow.

Then we moved here from Toronto.

So cute.

I, I was named after one of the apostles of Jesus.

- Is Lola your real name? - Yeah.

All right, because the last girl I was with

she lied to me about everything.

- Made me paranoid. - Hmm.

Anyway, I tried to get away from religion.

Uh, I was raised in it...

All day, all night.

Now, I don't have it

and I kinda just miss believing in something.

I feel kinda empty.

You want to show me your hotel room, Paul?

Thirsty? Can I make you a drink?

- No, I'm okay. - Sure?

Nice little whiskey out of a cute jar?

- It's cold out. - Yeah, but it's nice.

Hey, look, if you have to be somewhere

it's not a big deal.

- I totally get it. - I can stay a little longer.

What would you like to do to me?

I know you said you only wanted 500

but... I thought I'd throw a little more, 700.

Thank you.

I really want you to get to know me.

It's very important.

...but I'm going to have to take you first.

I think you're really gonna like it, though.

Do I still have to tell everyone I'm from Toronto?

Yes, you do.

- I will support my daughter. - I will support my daughter.

I will try to be better.

I will try to be better.

Are you hiding something from me?

No.

Machine doesn't lie, Bria.

I know you're hiding something.

I have to know where you are and what you're up to

every minute of the day.