PART 2 OF 2

[CUT TO: EXTERIOR OF ITALIAN RESTAURANT]



Patrick hops out of the taxi and pays the driver through the window. He checks his watch, 20 minutes late. Patrick walks over to the restaurant and peers through the window. After seeing that his friends are still there, he sighs with relief and enters 'Balfour'. Inside, the restaurant looks very lively and a lot of natural light comes in through the windows. It's a pleasant little place for a nice meal with friends but not the place for a romantic candlelit dinner. Patrick waves over to his two friends. One of them is a tall, muscly, shaven haired African man and the other is a small, stunning woman who has short blonde hair and a beautiful face. They wave over at him and smile, not seeming to mind his late arrival. Patrick turns to the camera.

Patrick: "That guy over there is Kevin, professionally known as Angel. He's 32, divorced, bisexual and is one of the top escorts in the city, anything you want to do, he'll do it. Up for absolutely everything. The small woman is Vanessa, better known as Lacey. She has been in this game for a while. She started out at 18 and is now 29. Don't let the adorable little face and stature fool you, she's a wild one and I've experienced it. She's also very creative, coming up with new positions and fantasies everyday. Out of everyone at the agency, I only really speak to these two because they aren't totally up themselves or big headed."

He smiles and walks over to the table, sitting down at the neatly laid table.

Patrick: "Guys, I'm so sorry for being late."

Lacey: "It's fine, it's fine. So, how have you been?"

Patrick: "Busy. Very busy. Extremely busy actually. A double life can really take it out of you."

Lacey: "I know, that's why I just came out and told everyone I was a whore."

The group chuckle at Lacey's comment. She suddenly goes red faced and looks away when she realises a mother with her child at the table opposite heard her.

Patrick: "What have you been up to today? I know it's bound to be more exciting than my shift at the hotel."

Lacey: "Well, this has been a brilliant day for me. I just got paid £1000 for shagging a lonely fifty year old guy who couldn't last more than 2 minutes. So yeah, today has been rather good I must say. Plus, I've got another client tonight who is paying me £550 for a little rough and tumble too."

Patrick: "Good to hear. What about you, Angel?"

Angel: "Not good, not good at all. I've got a threesome at nine o'clock tonight. Absolutely dreading it."

Patrick: "Threesomes aren't that bad, Angel. I mean it might get confusing as to who does what but that's about the worst of it. I thought you've had threesomes before?"

Angel: "The couple are in their seventies....at least. Ms Cherry sent me a text saying they are '75 plus'. People at that age should just be sitting down whilst knitting, not being fucked senseless.

The woman with the child at the next table stands up all of a sudden with a look of disgust on her face. She grabs her bag and takes her child by the hand, looking at the three up and down. She turns her nose up at them and walks off, out of the restaurant, muttering something under her breath as she leaves.

Patrick: "75 PLUS!? That's nasty. Well as an escort it's our job to fulfill the needs of all our clients. We're supposed to make them feel special, make their wildest dreams and longtime fantasies come true no matter how...."

Angel: "Fucked up and twisted they are?"

Patrick: "Exactly! We shouldn't complain about it, it's our job. It's people like them that keep us in work. I know it might seem revolting but grin and bare it, it will be over before you know it."

Lacey: "Patrick's right. We just have to put on a smile no matter how much you want to run for the hills. I mean one guy got a little frisky with my ear. I thought it was weird, definitely felt wrong but did I complain? No. I just lay there and took it."

Patrick: "We've all had our share of weird and horrible experiences but it comes with the job. I've certainly been with many clients who are a little 'out there', especially the woman with the stapler....ouch...anyway what are you guys having?"

The three of them look at their menus

Angel: "I won't have much. I'll just have a little salad or something. I know I'll feel sick later on when that couple arrive and I don't want to throw up on them, do I? Imagine that.

Patrick: "That's very wise of you and I'd rather not imagine that thank you very much."

Lacey: "Um...wow, I have no idea what I want. There is just so much to choose from. I'm spoiled for choice, I just love an Italian."

Patrick: "So I've heard."

Lacey: "Oh ha ha! We've got a joker over here. I'll have the carbonara, that will fill me right up. I might be a small girl but if it's one thing I love to do, it's eat."

Patrick: "Again, so I've heard...."

A waiter is seen approaching their table with a bottle of wine as the scene soon fades out. A quick aerial view of the city at night is shown is shown against.

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[CUT TO: PATRICK'S ESCORT PAD]

It is now nighttime and Patrick is rushing around his apartment, tidying for his client's arrival. He is wearing a black shirt with the top button undone, tight black trousers and a smart pair of shoes. Patrick quickly makes his bed after leaving it a mess this morning. Despite going to use it tonight, he makes sure it is crease free and immaculate. He swiftly makes his way to the kitchen and pours himself a small glass of whisky before checking his watch. Patrick takes a deep breath as she'll soon be knocking at the door. He drinks the beverage in one before leaning against the counter.

Patrick: "Now that I am officially on duty, I go by the name of 'Valentine'. I get a lot of work in February due to 'Valentine's Day' and on that actual day my demands are through the roof. I have no idea why, I'm not actually the real St. Valentine as you've already figured out, I guess people just think it will be romantic. I'm not complaining, I make bucket loads of money on that day it's just that there's only so many times in one day I can actually see it all the way though if you catch my drift. I'm a man, I need time before I'm able to 'finish' again. However, I have over a week to prepare myself for that and in the meantime a client or two a day will do just fine."

There is suddenly a knock at the door. Patrick quickly rinses out his glass, dries his hands before making his way to the door. He looks through the peephole in the door. The camera shows that a young woman with dark blonde hair is waiting on the other side, holding her jacket in her hands whilst biting her bottom lips with nerves. Patrick moves away and talks to the audience again before opening the door

Patrick: "I was expecting someone a lot older but this....this has turned out quiet nicely in fact."

He opens the door and greets the woman with a smile. She looks unsure at first but Patrick's warm smile puts her at ease a little.

Patrick: "You must be Rose."

Rose: (laughing nervously) "Yeah....that's me."

Patrick: "Hello there, I'm Valentine. Please, come in."

He allows Rose to enter the apartment and closes the door behind him. Rose walks into the living room and looks around. She holds her coat close to her as if using it as a comfort blanket. It is clear that this is her first time using a service like this and she was possibly having second thoughts. Patrick walks over to her and takes her coat.

Patrick: "I'll hang this up for you, please take a seat."

Rose: (Whilst sitting down) "It's a lovely place you have here, very....spacious."

Patrick: "Thank you, it is pretty impressive. I got this place through the agency. Can I get you a drink? Some champagne?"

Rose: "Water would be fine."

He nods and walks off into the kitchen like a servant. Outside of work, he is his own person and can be extremely selfish and snobbish at times however, when being 'Valentine' the client always comes first and he will do whatever it takes to make sure they are happy and content. Not to mention the fact that he is scared they'll report him to Ms. Cherry. After a few moments, he returns to the living room with the glass of water. Rose is sitting right on the edge of the sofa.

Patrick: "Here you go."

Rose: "Oh, thank you."

Patrick: "So what is that brought you here, Rose? What is it you're wanting out of tonight? My boss was a little bit sketchy on the details."

Rose rocks back and forth slowly whilst speaking. Her eyes look anywhere apart from at Patrick. She plays with a ringlet of her curly fair hair.

Rose: "Um, basically.....I split up with my husband five years ago. He ditched me for someone with bigger tits and less brain cells....I married young, gave everything to him and when he left me I just couldn't move on. I haven't even been on a date....I just want one night...to...to...to show that I can move on and have fun with other people."

Patrick: "Well, Rose I'm happy to be of service and if you don't want to go through with it then I'll understand, it's been quite some time."

Rose: "When are we going to...you know...?"

Patrick: "We can start off right now if you want."

Rose: "Sure, let's power through."

She takes a sip of her water and stands up. Patrick walks over to her and holds Rose's hands. She looks up at him and breathes heavily. Nerves are starting to take over her again as the time has actually come.

Rose: "I'm a little nervous."

Patrick: "It's OK, nerves are good. It gets the adrenaline going. Believe me, nervous clients have the best time. Over confident, arrogant ones just come and go....in more ways than one. The bedroom is the first on the left so you go in there, get yourself comfortable and I'll go phone the agency to say you've arrived. I'll come join you in a few seconds."

Rose heads into the bedroom. Patrick then looks at the camera with a smirk on his face.

Patrick: "The typical lonely girl, not had it in ages so she'll probably be quick, a huge burst of passion will overtake her and we'll be finished before you know it. Now, I'm going to warn you that you're about to see me at work and I can't be blamed for anything you see or hear. It will be nothing too shocking, we all have bodies, we've seen people naked before so there is really nothing to get all excited about....well, I do have an amazing body though."

It quickly cuts to Rose sitting on the edge of Patrick's bed. She is only wearing her underwear, revealing a curvy womanly figure. She plays with a ringlet of her hair again and jumps a little when Patrick opens the door. He closes it over behind him and walks over to her slowly. Patrick slowly starts to unbutton his shirt in front of her, he reveals a very ripped body which is rather surprising [for both the character and actor] as the clothes Patrick wears doesn't highlight his true muscly build. He throws the shirt on the floor and steps out of his shoes.

Patrick: "Lay down and I'll get the protection."

Rose lays back on the bed and takes off her bra. The camera only focuses on her face so nothing is shown at that moment in time. Patrick crawls onto the bed and gently kisses her. It was clear that Rose had relaxed as she pulled him closer and ran her fingers through his hair. Patrick moves away, taking off his socks and trousers, throwing them across the room. The camera then focuses on his hands taking down Rose's underwear but it cuts away before anything too explicit is shown. He gets on top again and starts to make out with her whilst she runs her hands up and down his back. Rose then pulls down Patrick's boxers, showing his backside off to the camera. He starts to gently thrust and it was quite clear due to the moaning noise what was going on. Rose grips onto the bed sheets then flips Patrick over so that she was on top. The pair continue going for some time before he puts his hands on her waist and gets off the bed and walks over to the wall whilst she wraps her legs around his waist. He puts her against the wall and kisses her neck. The camera then focuses on Patrick's bottom as his hips thrust. The moaning and groaning continues, getting louder and louder until Rose screams out and everything comes to a stop. The pair catch their breath.

Patrick: "How was that?"

Rose: "Amazing....the best....ever!"

Patrick: "Glad I could help you out"

Rose smiles and starts to get dressed. She reaches into her bag and takes out an envelope, it to Patrick.

Rose: "Here you go, £500 exactly."

Patrick: "Thanks, I enjoyed our little session. Too bad you didn't last that long though"

Rose: "Well you certainly know what you're doing....I'll see you around"

It quickly cuts to Rose fully dressed and leaving the apartment. Patrick is also back into his uniform he wears at the hotel, also ready to head out.

Patrick: "Now that 'Valentine' has had his fun. it's time Patrick got back to his girlfriend who will be very pissed off at him for not coming home when expected."

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Outside a brightly lit block of apartments, a taxi pulls up whilst it ancient engine rattles. It's around 2 AM and the streets around this well presented area seem deadly quiet with only the constant rattling of the old taxi showing any sign of life. A young, pretty faced female with long blonde hair is seen looking out of her window, down at the noisy vehicle. It then cuts to inside her apartment. The camera appears as if it is peering over her shoulder, looking down at the ground. From here we can see Patrick getting out of the taxi, dressed in his uniform he wears when working at the hotel. The girl sighs, closes her curtains and walks away.

[Cut to: Patrick entering his girlfriend's apartment]

He closes the door behind him and switches the light on. Once lit up, we can see that the apartment has a very modern design and looks like a rather costly place. Suddenly, the blonde haired girl comes out of the bedroom wearing just a long shirt which obviously belongs to a male. She throws a giant teddy bear at Patrick. This girl is in fact his girlfriend. Patrick moves to avoid the flying teddy.

Patrick: "Hey, hey, what's the matter?"

He speaks softly and moves closer to his girlfriend. Patrick puts his hands on her waist

Emma: "You said you'd be back at half past eight tonight. It's 2 am, Patrick! Two in the fucking morning! It's not only that. Where was the phone call? Text? Tweet even!? I'm not here just to sit around looking pretty whilst you go off with your mates. I'm your girlfriend, I'd like to see my boyfriend once in a while."

Patrick: "I'm sorry. I went out for a few drinks with the lads then went back to Jason's for a bit. I just lost track of time, babe"

Emma: "You lost track of five and a half hours!? I feel like your work and your mates are more important than I am"

Patrick: (Moving his hands up and down her side) "Babe I..."

Emma suddenly pushes his hands away from her and turns to walk into the bedroom

Emma: "Don't you 'babe' me"

She storms into the bedroom and quickly comes back out with a blanket and a pillow. Emma throws them at Patrick, hitting him in the face before landing in his arms.

Emma: "You're sleeping on the couch tonight"

We then see Patrick close his eyes as the loud slamming of the bedroom door is heard. He takes a deep breath and his exhaling turns into more of a sigh. Patrick then looks at the camera and starts to speak directly to the audience

Patrick: "You know, I've been with a lot of girls and out of all of them none can compare to Emma. She's the hottest, funniest girl and one of the most intelligent people I know. She also drives me wild in bed which is always a bonus too. It's funny though, out of all the women I've shared a bed with, the only one I truly like just happens to be a total bitch."

Patrick throws the cover and pillow onto the couch and sits down on the centre of the couch, looking directly ahead.

Patrick: "You know, today has been extremely eventful and I don't care that I need to sleep on the couch, I'd sleep in the bath if I had to, I am so fucking tired you cannot even begin to imagine. If you think my life is chaotic based on today then wait till you see what else I have in store. We've only just got started."

[END CREDITS]

[PART 1 OF 2]


OOC: THIS IS ALL WRITTEN IN BASIC SCRIPT FORM

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A close up of a digital alarm clock, reading '07:59' is shown. A few seconds later the red digits change to 08:00 and an irritating and rather loud buzzing emanates from the clock. Suddenly a male hand comes into view and feels around for the clock. The hand finally finds it and fumbles around, looking for a way to stop the irritating buzz before giving up and smacking the alarm clock onto the ground. It does the job as the noise can no longer be heard. The camera then follows the along the hand and shows Patrick [Riley Hamilton] laying on the couch with tired looking eyes. It's clear that the episode directly follows on from the events of the last one when his girlfriend told him to sleep on the couch after arriving home in the early hours of the morning. He sits up against the headrest of the couch and keeps the covers over his waist. He is shirtless and his usually well styled hair is all scruffy. Just as he is used to the peace and quiet, the buzzing of a phone can be heard. Patrick sighs and holds his head in his hands. The camera then cuts to a small pile of clothes on the floor between Patrick's bare feet. His hand can be seen reaching down from the couch and feeling around. He then pulls his phone out of his pocket. We then see him looking at his phone and noticing one new message from Ms Cherry. Patrick opens the text message up but we don't see the actual message. Instead we can see him quickly scanning the message before pressing a key on his mobile and throwing it to the side. For the first time in this episode he looks at the viewers.

Patrick: "You know, even though I've only been an escort for just over a year I have seen many different, unique, zany, horny and messed up clients with an array of preferences and fetishes. Some like role play, some like leather and bondage. Other clients may prefer dirty talk, feet play or threesomes but very few of my clients and when I say 'few' I mean only one of them, likes to just hold hands and have a companion. That is what us male escorts were originally employed for. To take lonely women or men out to some event just to look good on their arms or even to pretend to others that you were an item. We'd also make sure they had a great night and listened to what they had to say, make them feel wanted, appreciated. Well that was the plan until we entered a highly sexed generation so now I bend the rules and bend the client over too. However, I can do classy as well as trashy too you know. For this appointment today I simply have to have lunch with the client, go back to their house, have a chat about life, tell a few jokes, cuddle on the sofa whilst watching TV, the plebeian stuff. The most contact I'll have today is a hug and maybe a kiss on the cheek which I am totally fine by. I'm being paid eight hundred pounds for this, eight hundred! They clearly have more money than sense. Oh by the way did I tell you that it was a guy? I'm totally comfortable with my sexuality. I'm straight, not attracted to guys whatsoever. What does attract me though is the cash. I will always go gay for pay."

[OPENING TITLES]

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Patrick is sitting on the couch in the same position. He yawns and stretches his arms whilst raising them above his head. A female figure can be seen at the door of the living room however she seems blurred out. The woman walks into the room and comes into focus. It is Emma, Patrick's girlfriend. She is wearing a long shirt which obviously belonged to a male. Her beautiful long blonde hair is draping over her right shoulder and even without make up she is still a very attractive woman. Emma gives Patrick a little smile, clearly in a better mood than she was last time we all saw her. Her boyfriend moves over a little, allowing her to sit down. She turns to Patrick and gently runs her hands through his hair.

Emma: "Babes, I'm so sorry for last night. I was being a total bitch and you didn't need to hear it. I know you work hard and what you don't want is to come home to a nagging girlfriend. I'm sorry."

Patrick: "Yeah...don't worry about it."

Whilst Emma speaks, Patrick picks up his phone again and starts to look at it intently and not really taking in what his girlfriend is saying. It's unclear what he is doing on the phone, maybe sending a message back to Ms. Cherry or arranging a meeting with another client. Whatever he is doing he finds it far more interesting than his girlfriend and we get the feeling that he just wants her to shut up and let him get on with his busy day.

Emma: "Seriously, though. I was out of order and I'll promise to make it up to you tonight."

Patrick: "You don't have to, it's really OK."

Emma moves closer to him as she finishes her sentence, trying to be romantic and seductive. Patrick turns his phone away a little as she moves closer. It's obvious that there is something on it he doesn't want her to see. Emma leans her head against his shoulder, getting long blonde hair in his way. Patrick makes a face as if to say 'get out of my way' but doesn't say anything. Instead, he continues to text. His short and totally emotionless sounding reply shows that he has no time for this and is eager to get to work.

Emma: "Oh....well...OK then..."

Patrick: "Look Emma, sorry but I have to love you and leave you, got an early start at the hotel today."

Emma: "I thought you weren't working today?"

Patrick: "One of the guys are off sick, just got a text from the boss there."

Emma: "Oh OK. Will you be back in time for dinner? I'm thinking of cooking us a nice romantic meal tonight, maybe crack open a lovely bottle of wine."

Patrick puts down his phone and smiles at his beautiful girlfriend. He feels guilty for being so blunt with her and realiseds that he is lucky to have someone like her. Although Patrick might be very money and work oriented he would never want to make Emma feel unwanted or unappreciated. He gently kisses her on the forehead and closes his eyes.

Patrick: "Yeah, babe I'd love that. I'm going to go for a shower "

The camera focuses on Emma as Patrick stands up and walks away, appearing blurred to the camera. Emma keeps looking down at the ground, biting her fingernail as if thinking deeply about how she'd make tonight special and romantic for her boyfriend that she adored so much. Emma suddenly snaps out of her trance like state and turns to the door where Patrick is.

Emma: "Oh, Patrick..."

Patrick: "Yeah?"

Emma: "...Nice arse."

We see Patrick wink and walk off with his back turned to the camera. He is reveal to be naked and cheekily smacks his backside. Emma is seen giggling on the sofa before curling up under the covers that her lover had slept in last night. Emma switches on the TV and changes the channel until she finds The Jeremy Kyle Show. She smiles and cuddles into the blanket.

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[CUT TO]

Inside the bathroom, we see a bathtub with a shower curtain around it. The splashing of water is heard and steam can be seen rising from above the shower curtain rail and disappearing into thin air. The bathroom was clearly dominated by Emma as it looks like a very girly zone. Pink fluffy towels, bottles upon bottles of creams and beauty products, bags of make up and bottles of perfume can be seen dotted around the room. The shower curtain is decorated with red and dark pink love hearts. Patrick is heard singing in the shower. He has a rather beautiful singing voice which may be a surprise for some. The only manly thing about the bathroom is Patrick's voice but as he is singing 'Baby' by Justin Bieber it actually makes the environment feel a lot more feminine. He pulls back the shower curtain a little and pops his head out from behind it. His hair has shampoo all lathered up in it and water is dripping from his arm and hair onto the floor.

Patrick: "You know, I have to be really careful with how I act towards Emma. She's an amazing girl and means the world to me. I don't want to put work before her because I want her to feel loved and appreciated. I was a little short back there but I promise to make it up to her tonight in as many ways possible. Emma is one of a kind to me, completely irreplaceable and if I were to lose her just because I enjoyed my job a little too much then I'd kick myself forever. There are hundreds of guys out there who would kill to be with her and if I pay more attention to money than her then one day she might take off and leave with some other guy who will worship her 24/7. I don't usually open up about true feelings like this because that's just showing weakness but I genuinely feel bad and that's a first. Maybe I sleep with other women for some cash and lead a double life but who's the girl I come home to every night? Who's the girl I spend most of my earnings on so I can see her smile? Emma. She's also the only person that can make me laugh when I feel like shit and that's a tough thing to do. She also gives the best blow jobs too."

There is suddenly a knocking at the bathroom door. Patrick turns down the pressure of the shower so that he could hear.

Patrick: "What is it?"

Emma: "How long are you going to be? I need to wash my hair."

Patrick: "I won't be long, babe. Just give me a few minutes and I'll be done."

Emma: "OK. Just remember not to use any of the new towels. Those are for when guests come over."

Patrick: "Don't worry, I won't."

After Emma is heard walking away from the door he looks back at the camera.

Patrick: "We don't have any guests here. Ever. I don't know what it is with women, always making a fuss over the tiniest little thing. They're just towels. She's even put them in order from biggest to smallest. I mean, who does that? I don't arrange my sex toys in that order and they're far more important than some towels. I guess that's just a girl thing though. I'm so glad to be a guy.

He closes the shower curtain over and continues to sing the rest of 'Baby'.

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[CUT TO: DINER]

Inside a diner is shown. It is very crowded and a lot of chatter can be heard around the place. A group of construction workers chuckle in the corner at one of their friends' dirty jokes. A waitress walks around in an extremely short dress, taking orders as the construction workers all point at her, checking her out and giving their opinion of her to their mates. Two mothers, both with a baby each, sit at the window whilst drinking tea and socialising. One of the babies start to cry adding to the commotion in the diner. In the centre, a familiar face sits with a group of young girls and one guy. It is Ms Cherry. She is wearing a lime green dress with a matching green clutch-bag next to her on the table and she also dons a huge pearl necklace. The woman definitely stands out. At her table is a young Chinese girl with a very tall and gaunt figure, wearing a leopard print top. There is also; a chubby girl with peroxide blonde hair and tons of make up, Leanne who was seen in the first episode who still has a black eye and on the end is a young, cute, blonde haired man in his early twenties at most. They seem to be having a meeting. Ms Cherry has a booklet in her hands, flicking through the pages. She looks at the Chinese girl in the middle.

Ms Cherry: "Yasmin, I'm looking through a list of your clients over the past month and I must say that you can handle anything so tonight I have a job for you which I'm sure you can handle. Marcus Kelly, age 45. He wants someone to tie up and play captive. I'll tell him he can have you at half eight tonight."

Yasmin looks as if she's about to protest but a stern look from her boss makes her cower away into her seat. Ms Cherry then looks at the larger girl.

Ms Cherry: "Chantelle, I have someone for you too. He only wants hand action and isn't paying much. Considering he's not really into looks I gave him to you. 9:15 OK for you?"

Chantelle: "Eh, I don't want him. I'm high class like, you know? I ain't gonna be jerking some guy off for like twenty quid or somethin'. Can't you just give him to someone else, like? I need the money cos I got sacked from the hairdressers last week. Can't I just 'ave someone that wants a bit more action and ain't tight with 'is money?"

Ms Cherry: "Chantelle, look at me. I have my own business, have two cars, a lovely house. I've also been in this business for years, I have all these folders, files, data and lord knows what else. No look at you, with your cellulite and patchy tan. You don't have a say, love. You're with that guy, end of. Plus someone like you would be lucky to get a job at all."

Ms Cherry then looks at Leanne who appears to be almost shaking. She holds a brown envelope in her hands.

Ms Cherry: "Leanne, you still owe me. You have got a few days left to cough it up."

Leanne hands the envelope to her boss. Ms Cherry raises an eyebrow before opening it and counting the notes. Leanne speaks whilst she does this.

Leanne: "It's all there. I had to take it out of my personal savings but it's all there."

Ms Cherry: "Good girl. I knew you'd see sense and give me what I deserve. Just remember that if it happens again then I won't be so lenient with you and I'll replace you faster then you can say 'whore'."

Leanne: "Yeah, I get it."

Ms Cherry: "Finally, we come to you Jay. I've been listening to some feedback from some of the girls you've been with and apparently you aren't up to size if you know what I mean. Now I know they say if it's more than a mouthful it's a waste but an appetiser doesn't really satisfy your hunger now does it? I'm going to suggest surgery to enhance..."

Jay: "Woah, woah, woah, stop right there. Surgery? I'm not having an operation on my...that is just...that is...w-what if something goes wrong?"

Ms Cherry: "Honey, if anything happens it will be a major improvement especially after reading some of these comments. Get surgery or get the fuck out of my agency."

Jay sighs and slouches back into his seat. It was clear he was scared of the thought of surgery however he feared his boss even more. Ms Cherry lights up a cigarette and the waitress comes rushing over.

Waitress: "Oh, excuse me miss, you can't smoke in here."

Ms Cherry: "Why not? It's a free country?"

Waitress: "It's against the law, I'm afraid. If you could just slip outside and...."

Ms Cherry: "You know, why don't you slip into something more comfortable...like a coma. Go on, fuck off back to cleaning tables."

She takes a drag out of her cigarette. The waitress walks away and the four escorts at the table all look at her in disbelief.

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[CUT TO OUTSIDE SUSHI BAR]

Patrick is standing outside a sushi bar, waiting to go inside. He is wearing a plain white shirt, tight black trousers and smart shoes. As people walk past, they look at him up and down as if he is an alien of some sort. His tall stature and smart looking attire made him stand out among the rest of the people. The sound of congested traffic can be heard as well as the whole the whole hustle and bustle of city life. Patrick leans against the outside window of the sushi bar whilst looking at the camera.

Patrick: "I'm meeting up with my client in a few minutes. His name is Liam, 29 years old and is already the managing director of some company. I don't really pay much attention because his life is so fucking boring but after spending some time with me, he'll be a changed man. He calls me whenever life gets to much and just needs a shoulder to cry on and have someone to make him feel like his mundane little life is worth living. He's paying for the boyfriend experience minus the sex. Even though I can't bare hearing about chaos in the office or a mix up with some data, I put a smile on and pretend to give a fuck. Here I go. Wish me luck."

He takes a deep breath and fixes his shirt before entering the sushi bar. Once inside, he looks around and his eyes meet his client. Liam [Scott RH] is sitting in a booth right at the back of the restaurant. He is an extremely attractive man with a great build. Liam stirs his cup of coffee and looks up when he hears Patrick approach the table. His sparkling blue eyes light up when he notices Patrick's familiar face and warm smile. He stands up and goes to kiss the escort, however Patrick pulls away slightly.

Patrick: "I need..."

Liam: "Oh, right. Sure, of course."

Liam hands over a brown envelope. Patrick opens it up to check the cash before folding it and putting it in his pocket. He then allows Liam to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. They both smile and sit down close to one another like a real couple.

Patrick: "So how have you been?"

Liam: "Oh, not too bad. Finally got some time off to look after my dad. He had a fall recently and at his age, he has to be really careful, you know?"

Patrick: "So sorry to hear that. Wouldn't you rather be with him right now?"

Liam: "Nah, his nagging is doing my head in. I need to get a way from it all. My sister is looking after him today anyway. Plus I wanted to see your beautiful face."

Patrick: "Oh, shut up you."

Liam: (Laughing) "Well you are a very attractive guy and I enjoy your company. It's really nice to see you again."

Patrick: "You too. You're not so bad looking yourself. I think that we should maybe order right now. What are you having?"

Liam: "Umm...sushi.."

Patrick: "Yeah but what type?"

Liam: "(laughing) I have no fucking idea. I just came here to look all posh and impress you. I don't even know if I like Japanese food."

Patrick laughs and stands up, offering his hand out to Liam.

Patrick: "Want to go get a Chinese?"

Liam: "Sounds like a plan."

He smiles and takes Patrick's hand. The pair both chuckle and walk out of the restaurant hand in hand.

---

[Cut To: Hotel]

The now familiar reception area of the hotel which Patrick works part time at is now shown. It seems rather dead compared to last time and only an elderly couple are standing at the reception desk talking to the Scottish woman, Shauna. They seem to be complaining about something and judging by the look on Shauna's face she can't be bothered with then. She sighs as the elderly man continues going on and on.

Man: "There was no soap upon arrival to the room and don't get me started on how the curtains were. We paid good money for that room when we could've went somewhere a lot cheaper but we decided to spend a good chunk of our money on this place hoping for quality but did we get that? No. No we did not. My wife and I would like to see the manager of this place immediately."

Shauna: "Mr Warrington isn't here right now but I can give you a complaint form, just fill it out and I'll be sure to pass it on to him."

She hands the form and a pen over to the man who grabs them out of her hand. Shauna walks away, leaving them to fill out the form and approaches Elaine who is sitting at her desk staring at a computer screen. The woman, who had been having issues with her break up, was still in no fit state to work and judging by her trance like state, she found even the simplest of tasks like turning on a computer hard. Shauna turns to Leon, the European worker.

Shauna: "Leon could you make Elaine a cup of coffee?"

As Leon walks off, Shauna kneels down next to her looking worried for her co-worker. This was the type of thing Patrick hated to do, getting involved with personal issues. However, Shauna was a lot more caring and was a great listener. Elaine turns to face her, looking deeply saddened.

Shauna: "Why are you back at work, Elaine? I told you before, if you aren't feeling up to it then just stay at home. I can handle things here. I don't want you to add even more stress to you life right now."

Elaine: "I just need to take my mind off of John. I can't be sitting around the house all down feeling sorry for myself. I need to be working and earning. Working and earning is all I'm focusing on at the moment."

Shauna: "You clearly aren't focusing on anything at the moment, Elaine. You've been staring at that screen for the best part of an hour and you haven't said a work since you came in this morning."

Leon hands Elaine the cup of coffee. Shauna looks up at her troubled co-worker and smiles a little, trying to be a lot more motherly.

Shauna: "Look, why don't I come round to yours tonight. We can have a girly night and talk about whatever you like. Get things off of your chest and hopefully we can see a smile back on your face."

Elaine: "That sounds quite good actually."

Shauna: "Great. I'll bring over some DVD's too and we can drool over Johnny Depp."

She stands back up and smiles again, feeling good about her plans to help her friend. Shauna is taken by surprise when she sees a familiar face enter the hotel. It was Patrick's girlfriend, Emma. She wore a plain blue t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. Even without making much of an effort she still looked stunning. She is holding a box of chocolates with a rose on top of them. Emma grins when she notices Shauna behind the desk. It is clear that both girls know each other quite well but we are unsure how.

Emma: "Hey, Shauna. How's things here at the hotel"

Shauna: "Ugh, don't ask, don't even ask. Completely dead today and the very few people that pay us a visit are total arseholes."

The elderly couple look up from their form and glare at the receptionist. Shauna bites her lip and holds in a laugh, knowing that they overheard. Emma twirls a strand of her beautiful blonde hair which was all natural, no dye or extensions whatsoever.

Emma: "Isn't Patrick here to help you out? I came here to give him these chocolates and this rose, cheesy but romantic and I'm a huge romantic. Valentine's Day isn't until tomorrow but I just couldn't wait to see the look on his face when I surprise him. Is he about?"

Shauna: "Oh, um....Patrick....isn't working today. Did he tell you he was? I can't think why though."

Emma: "Yes, he said one of the guys were sick and he had to come in today."

Shauna: "Sorry Em but we're all present and correct."

Emma: "So he lied to me!?"

Shauna: "Emma, Emma calm down. For all you know, something big might have came up or maybe he's planning something nice for Valentine's Day. You never know, just don't jump to conclusions just yet."

Emma: "I bet he's shagging some girl as we speak. God, mum was right. Never trust men."

Elaine peers from behind the computer screen.

Elaine: "Men just ruin everything. They take, take, take and then just leave you to die alone in a one bedroom council flat with a faulty heating system."

Elaine bursts into tears, as usual. Emma looks at her then back at Shauna. She leans in and whispers.

Emma: "What is the matter with her?"

Shauna: "Oh, personal stuff. Anyway, I know Patrick is a good guy and he'd never be shagging someone else behind your back."

Emma: "With the way he's been acting lately, I wouldn't be surprised."

Emma turns away from the desk and struts out of the hotel in a diva like manner. Shauna sighs and holds her head in her hands. She is taking everyone's problems on board and they keep on mounting up and up. A rustling of paper can be heard. Shauna turns to Elaine and fins her eating the chocolate's that Emma had left behind.

Elaine: "Well they were going to go to waste so why not?"

---

Across town, in Patrick's escort pad, Liam and Patrick are cuddling up on top of the couch. The lights are dimmed and the pair appear to be watching TV. Their closeness resembles that of a real couple. Liam is eating noodles with chopsticks. It is in a small carton that they got from when they ordered Chinese. Patrick appears to not have any food and instead steals the odd noodle from Liam. The escort has his arms around his client whilst resting his head against Liam's neck. Patrick gently kisses his neck before nuzzling into it. Liam turns round and feeds Patrick some noodles.

Liam: "I wish we could do this everyday. It's nice to get away from it all and be myself. Nobody knows that I'm gay. Well apart from you and my therapist."

Patrick: "Well, we could do this everyday if you want. That's if the money is right."

Liam: "Seriously? I really mean it. I would love to see you more. I've never felt happier then when I'm with you."

Patrick sits up and sighs. He has a feeling that Liam wants a lot more than just a professional relationship.

Patrick: "Liam, remember we can't have anything more than this. I could come round, we could talk about things, share food and cuddle up, even fuck if you like. Just remember it is only an escort/client thing and nothing more. I get the feeling that you want more though."

Liam: "Well....I do want more but I know it can't happen....maybe we could have a little fun tonight?"

Patrick: "I thought you weren't into that? Only kissing and cuddling, that's what you said, remember?"

Liam: "I know, I know but come on, who can resist you?"

Liam sits up and starts to kiss Patrick's neck.

Patrick: "OK well you go through to the bedroom and I'll be back in second."

Patrick walks off to the bathroom. As he walks, Liam bites his bottom lip, checking him out.

[PART 1 OF 2]


OOC: THIS IS ALL WRITTEN IN BASIC SCRIPT FORM

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A close up of underneath a bed is shown as soon as the show begins. There is mountains of clutter all stuffed under it such as shoes that aren't in pairs, an old hairbrush, DVD discs without cases, a condom wrapper and an empty bottle of water. The sound of bed springs bouncing violently can be heard alongside muffled screaming of a female but this seems to be drowned out by the blaring of 'Misery Business' by Paramore. As the camera slowly pans out, the mattress can be seen moving rapidly and the feet of a female kick out with force too. The camera continues moving back at a steady pace, revealing a man on top of her. We do not see his face, however one thing that is noticeable is that he is fully clothed, quickly erasing the idea that the pair are having sex. He is wearing a plain white shirt, black trousers and smart leather dress shoes, a similar outfit to Patrick's however viewers can easily identify that this is not Patrick/Valentine due to this male being broader and quite chubby. It quickly cuts to a close up of the woman's face. She is fairly young, mid twenties to very early thirties one would say. Her skin looks ghostly white and stands out even more compared to her long, lustrous, jet black hair. The man's hand seems to be covering her mouth with quite a lot of force as if pushing her right into the pillow. The hand has prominent veins protruding from it and is also covered with fine, grey hairs which show that this hand belongs to an older gentleman. The song continues to blast throughout the apartment, making the screams of the woman even more drowned out.

"Turn that fucking music down!!"

Suddenly, a banging on the wall is heard and the muffled yelling of a very irritated sounding man is heard. A few moments later, the hand on the woman's mouth slowly lifts away from her face but by this time, the woman's rich, chocolate like eyes are staring up at the ceiling blankly and she does not appear to be moving at all. All of a sudden a flow of deep red blood, thick and syrup like, makes its way out of her mouth, down her cheek and starts to make a small patch on the pillow. It then switches to the floor, showing the feet of the man as he stands up from off of the bed and turns on his heals. He whistles loudly and casually (even managing to be heard over the thrashing song) as he walks out of the apartment, the camera following his feet as he goes. It then quickly zooms in, making a 'whoosh' sound effect and shows the girl laying on the bed. Her whole torso is covered in blood, insides on the out and the bed sheets splattered with her blood. It then shows quick flashes of all around her bedroom, revealing a few violent crime scene; blood splattered walls, smashed pictures, torn clothes and a giant teddy bear with blood all over its cheerful face, clamping its fur together. The camera slowly zooms into a pink piece of laminated paper on her dresser. The card appears to have splashes of blood over it but the viewers can still make out the writing on the card; 'Cherry Popping Escort Agency'. The song continues to play as the card remains the main focus in the shot.

[OPENING TITLES]

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Ms. Cherry is emptying out the shredder in her office into a recycling bin. She appears to be on edge, stressed out. The smartly dressed woman is wearing a white two-piece suit with white high heels to match. A thick pearl necklace and matching earrings complete the outfit. Her hair is tied up in a bun rather than hanging loose like usual. A younger gentleman around the age of 30 maybe even less is also in the office, leaning against the filing cabinet. He is very attractive and has a great physique; his tight grey vest highlighting his muscle tone. The gentleman resembles Luke Striker in a number of ways. He watches Ms. Cherry as she lights up a cigarette.

Ms. Cherry: "What did you to with the body, Jack?"

Jack: "I chucked it in the Thames. I cleaned her entire apartment from top to bottom and got rid of anything that indicates she works here."

Ms. Cherry: "Good...good. I've destroyed her files so she never worked here at all. In fact, I've never laid eyes on the woman. For all I know, she's just another unfortunate."

Jack: "You do know that covering up a murder is illegal."

Ms. Cherry: "No! Next you'll be telling me that water is wet, of course I fucking know! My whole career is illegal, I know when and how to stay quiet, I've been doing it for twenty-odd years."

Jack: "How many murders have you covered up though?"

Ms. Cherry sighs and sits on the edge of her desk, placing her cigarette in the ashtray.

Ms. Cherry: "None.....none....but if they found out that one of our clients did it, they'll trace it back to us, we'll get shut down and then we're all fucked! Especially me. I don't want to go to prison and I'm sure you don't want to either."

Jack: "If the police find out that you covered it up, that's an even longer sentence. Maybe even life! Let's face it, Linda, you're no spring chicken and if you get a life sentence, you won't see the light of day again."

Ms. Cherry: "Watch it! I'm....mature. All the young lads like a mature woman. It didn't stop you from fucking me even when I was married to your dad."

Jack: "And it won't stop me now."

Jack leans in and starts to kiss her. Ms. Cherry pulls him and and runs her hands up and down Jack's back before lifting his vest off and throwing it across the other side of the room. Ms. Cherry kicks her shoes off and lays back on her table whilst Jack climbs on and starts to gently kiss her neck. They are soon interrupted by a knocking on her office door. The pair quickly get off the desk, trying to remain nonchalant. Jack quickly puts his vest back on and Ms. Cherry slides back into her shoes.

Ms. Cherry: "Shit...Come in!"

Leanne enters the room, her hair considerably longer than it was in her previous appearances as she has obviously put extensions in. She forces a smile but can't hide the look of worry on her face.

Leanne: "Ms. Cherry, I got a text from Charlotte.....Cassie's body was found laying at the banks of the river."

Ms. Cherry tries he best to look shocked. She sits back down on her desk, takes a deep breath and looks down.

Ms. Cherry: "Cassie's dead?.....Poor girl."

Leanne: "I know this may seem selfish cos I know I should be thinking of Cassie but....what do we do? We'll get shut down if word gets out she was working at the agency."

Ms. Cherry: "I hadn't even thought about that. Good point, Lee. Good point."

She hops off her desk and walks over to Leanne, putting a hand on the young girl's shoulder. She looks up into her eyes and speaks directly to her. Jack leans against the filing cabinet again, watching them in the background.

Ms. Cherry: "Look, don't you worry about a thing. We'll get this sorted. I'll delete her files and any trace that she ever worked here. Cassie worked part time in a bakery if I remember correctly and that's the only place she ever worked."

Leanne looks down at the ground, biting her lip whilst trying to hold back tears. The viewers are unsure whether she is feeling upset about Cassie's death or the possibility of the agency being closed down or maybe even both. Ms. Cherry takes her hand off of Leanne's shoulder and takes a step back, sounding more stern this time.

Ms. Cherry: "Leanne. Don't give any information to the police about her last whereabouts. You have to stay quiet as well as the other girls and guys here at the agency. I'm counting on you. Don't fuck up."

Jack: "Now where were we?"

Ms. Cherry: "I can't right now, Jack. I'm not in the mood anymore; I have to make sure that all traces of Cassie's time here have been erased."

Jack: "Oh...."

Ms. Cherry: "Fine but make it quick. No foreplay."

---

[CUT TO: RIVER THAMES. CRIME SCENE]

An ambulance and several police cars are lined up alongside the side of the river. The police cordon flaps violently in the strong wind as multiple officers stand guard, keeping pedestrians as far from the scene as possible. The coroner takes a few last photos of Cassie's body before a white sheet is put over her. A small crowd are now gathered on the opposite side of the cordon all on there tiptoes trying to see what's going on. Leanne is a noticeable face in the crowd. She stands near the back wearing a long, silver raincoat with a puffy 'bubble' effect to it. She also has a light pink scarf wrapped around her neck and a pink beanie hat on her head. The hair hanging from the sides of her hat blows freely in the wind. The audience can see Patrick walking past in the background for the first time in this episode. He is wearing just a plain white shirt with black trousers and leather shoes, his usual attire. Patrick seems unperturbed at the violent wind and would have not even noticed the crowd and the emergency vehicles if it weren't for Leanne shouting on him.

Leanne: "Patrick!"

Patrick looks up, following the direction of the voice. Once he sees Leanne, he then looks at the crime scene behind her and raises on eyebrow. Patrick jogs over to join Leanne.

Patrick: "Hey. What's going on here?"

Leanne: "It's Cassie. They found her body all cut up and washed up on the banks."

Patrick: "Shit. Does Linda know?"

Leanne: "I just came from there. We've all to stay quiet. We can't 'fuck up'. It's very possible that the last person she came into contact with and most likely to be the murderer is one of our clients."

Patrick: "Who was the client?"

Leanne: "Only Ms. Cherry and Jack know. She destroyed all of Cassie's files though so I hope she remembers who it was."

Patrick: "She's not going to close until the person's caught?"

Leanne: "She didn't mention it. I doubt she will though. You know Linda, she loves her money more than anything. Even more than that creepy step-son of hers. I still think that there is something going on between them. They're too close. Like too close."

Patrick: "Well I'll be having words with her. I'm not going to be inviting them into my flat if there's a high chance that they could be a murderer. I certainly don't want you or any other girls to do it too."

Leanne: "Patrick, we can't be sure that it was the client that did this to her. She could've went to buy some booze and bumped into some thugs. We can't be certain. I don't know what you're worried about anyway...."

Patrick: "What do you mean by that?"

Leanne takes Patrick by the arm and moves away from the crime scene. Even though they only move a few yards away, it was still far away enough from the police officers whom Leanne did not want to listen in on her conversation. The pair stand next to a black bench and a cyclist speeds by them as they continue to talk. Leanne is clearly feeling the cold despite being wrapped up. She ties her scarf even tighter around her neck as she begins to speak.

Leanne: "Come on, you're only worried now because you've seen what could possibly happen to you. Now the dangers of this job are becoming a reality and not just a story to you. Think about it; you've let God knows how many strangers into your apartment before this and any one of them could have been a fucking psycho. You weren't worried about this back then, it's only until this has happened. You have the same chance of running into a murderer as you did before this happened. You're just waking up and realising that this 'dream job' is not all it's cracked up to be."

Patrick: "I'm still refusing to go into work today. It's just not right."

Leanne: "Why? You're not going in until the murderer is caught? That might take days, weeks, months, years even! Even then, who's to say another one won't come along? You know yourself how many shady characters we have to fuck. If you really can't handle this then you might as well just quit."

Patrick: "I can handle anything, alright!?"

Leanne: "I'm just say-...."

Patrick: "Well don't 'just say'. I'm going to look out for myself, maybe you should do the same."

Leanne: "Oh so selling your body for sex is looking out for yourself? You're the top and most demanded escort in the agency, you fuck countless amounts of people and now because you might get hurt you suddenly have morals and start to tell others what to do? Others that are in the same position as you. You aren't better than us. We all sell ourselves so you either accept that and stop looking down your nose or just quit."

Patrick: "Finished?"

Patrick has a little smug look on his face as if to say that Leanne's rants are just a waste of time and that he truly knows best. He turns around and walks away, fighting against the strong wind which continues to blow his thick, chocolate coloured hair all over. Leanne sighs and moves her hair out of he face only for the wind to blow it right back at her. She turns and heads back to the crime scene, putting her hands in her jacket pocket as she goes.

---

[CUT TO: EXTERIOR OF HOUSE]

Patrick knocks on the front door of a small house which appears to have a very untidy garden and is in the middle of an unwelcoming area. The sign next to the doorbell reads 'Sharon and William Lewis'. The sounds of dogs barking, children screaming and drug addicts yelling can all be heard in the street. This rough area was definitely one that the snobbish Patrick did not like. He knocks the door again. Eventually, a small, curvaceous woman in her mid to late 40's opens the door. She is wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe and slippers that match. Her hair was messily ties up in a ponytail and the grey was showing through her dyed, dark blonde hair. She still has a very attractive face for a woman her age and apart from the grey streaks in her hair, she can pass for being in her thirties. When she sees Patrick, her eyes widen and she opens up her arms. When she speaks, she clearly is not as 'posh' as her visitor.

Sharon: "BABES!!"

Patrick: "Hello mum."

Sharon throws her arms around him and squeezes him tightly rather than just giving him a normal hug. The area this woman lived in and her 'common' accent contrasted greatly from the way her son lives and acts. As she hugs him, Sharon closes her eyes and soaks up every second of seeing her son again. For Patrick however, it is nothing but discomfort and awkwardness.

Sharon: "Oh, darling I've missed ya so much! How you been?"

Patrick: "Um...surviving..."

Sharon: "Oh it's good to see ya. You comin' in for a bit?"

Patrick: "Might as well."

Obviously not wanting to go in, Patrick forces a smile and carefully steps inside as if he's worrying about what her home looks like. The house is tidy but has the bare necessities. No fancy art, no vibrant colours on the wall, no flat-screen TV's or huge leather sofas like Patrick has at both his apartment and escort pad. He is almost revolted at the basic design of the place.

Sharon: "What brings you 'round 'ere babes? Last I heard you had a job in a posh hotel. You must be rolling in dosh."

Patrick: "I need some help with Emma's birthday party and yeah, it pays quite well. It's nothing to boast about though; it's just a few hundred a week."

Sharon: "Well it's a few hundred more than what I earn down at the bakery."

Patrick: "Bakery? I thought you worked in a school office?"

Sharon: "I did until the end of last year. You know, after seven and a 'alf years working in that school it just dawned on me....I really hate kids."

Patrick: "So where is this bakery?"

Sharon: "Down on Miller Street. Why?"

Patrick's eyes widen as he hears the address. This is where Cassie used to work part-time.

Patrick: "N-nothing, just....wondering."

Sharon: "Have a seat, love."

Patrick: "Oh, right."

Patrick perches on the edge of the seat, afraid of relaxing into it. Sharon plots herself down next to him.

Sharon: "Anyway, you were talking about a party..."

Patrick: "Yeah so basically, I said I had planned a party for her at Denny's."

Sharon: "Denny's!? Oooh you posh git."

Patrick : "Let me finish though....I said that I had organised it but what I really meant to say to her was that it completely slipped my mind and that I'm a terrible boyfriend. I called Denny's several times but they're fully booked for the next three weeks. You have to help me either come up with a good excuse for not getting the reservation or help me throw an equally great party or both."

Sharon: "You're hopeless you are!"

Patrick: "I know but that's not really helping matters is it?"

Sharon: "Sorry. I don't know what I can do though, sweetheart. Why don't you just tell her that there was a cock-up at Denny's and they accidentally double booked the time slot? I'm sure she'll understand, after all Emma is an angel."

Patrick: "Angel?....Angel...."

Patrick feels around his pockets and pulls out the card that his male client, Liam, gave him last week. It is for the bar 'Dirty Angels'. The card had been through the washing machine and was looking a little tattered but the phone number was still able to be read. Patrick smiles as he thinks he's found a solution.

Sharon: "Everything alright?"

Patrick: "Oh, more than alright. Thanks mum, you're a star."

Sharon smiles and goes to hug Patrick however, he stands up and heads towards the door whilst looking down at the card. His mother looks up at him with a saddened expression on her face. She speaks quietly, with a little crack in her voice.

Sharon: "Patrick....promise you'll come visit me more often. I miss seeing you, babes."

Patrick: "I'll try but things are really busy right now. Plus you've got Dad and Greg to keep you company. Plus that hideous creature you call 'Pepe'."

Patrick stands at the front door and his mum approaches him, half laughing when she speaks. Standing next to her youngest son, she looks even smaller. The woman is only around 5ft tall and Patrick is 6'2.

Sharon: "Oi, leave the dog out of it. Look, you're my youngest, my baby. I know you want to be all grown up and independent but you'll always be my baby. Don't ever forget that."

Patrick: "OK, later."

Patrick clearly has no sympathy towards his lonely mother and bluntly ends their conversation and his visit. He closes the door behind him and faces the cold again. Sharon is shown standing in the hallway with a slight smile on her face and quietly saying the words 'bye, son'.

---

[CUT TO: DIRTY ANGELS BAR]

Patrick is at a bar drinking a bottle of beer, with a pained expression on his face as the loud, wild, dub-step track nearly deafens him. The club is filled with people around his age and some even look a lot younger, probably underage. In fact, definitely underage. A girl is even dancing in school uniform. It was only midday and this place was full. No places usually opened this early but judging by its extremely young, school skipping customers, it had to be open to meet its high demand. A young, close shaven, peroxide blonde man is working behind the bar. Patrick leans over the bar to talk to him, trying to be heard over the terrible music.

Patrick: "Excuse me, mate. You know if the manager is around?"

Man: "I'm the manager."

Patrick leans in and reads the badge on the man's shirt which reads as 'James'.

Patrick: "Great. OK, James, I'm organising a birthday party for my girlfriend and your friend, Liam, recommended this place to me. He also said that I could get things free, so..."

James: "That's not how things work here, bro. You know Liam? Prove it."

Patrick takes out his phone and searches his contacts. After finding Liam, he dials and hands it over to James.

Patrick: "Go on, take it."

James: "Hello..."

Patrick smirks as he sees James realise that he is right. Patrick takes a drink of his beer as a barely audible conversation between James and Liam on the phone takes place.

Patrick: "I think you'll find that you're talking to Liam and that I am indeed telling the truth."

James hands his phone back to him.

James: "Alright, so you know him, big deal. What are you going to do about it? It's my bar and I don't just throw free parties and especially when we're fully booked."

Patrick: "Well I could tell that lovely girl over there, the one you were flirting with, that you're married. I can see the indent on your ring finger. You're not fooling anyone, mate. I can also inform the authorities that the group of boys you just served are way underage. I'm willing to pay for this party so forget the freebie but one way or another, I will have this bar booked for this time next week and me, my girlfriend and all our mates will be putting lots of notes into your till because we all like a drink or ten. So, what's it going to be?"

James gives Patrick an evil glare, clearly irritated by this new customer of his. However, he has no choice but to be nice to him. He speaks through gritted teeth.

James: "9 O'clock, this time next week seem OK to you?"

Patrick: "Perfect."

Patrick gives a smug little smile to James. A familiar face sits down next to Patrick. Her cute feature and short blonde hair are unmistakable. This is Lacey who first appeared in episode one. She had lunch at the Italian restaurant with Patrick an another male escort, Angel. She has a slight tan now. Lacey taps Patrick on the shoulder and gives a warm smile.

Lacey: "Hello stranger."

Patrick: "Lacey, how you doing? How was Marbella?"

Lacey: "Lots of drink, sun and cock. My ideal holiday."

Patrick: "You weren't charging them were you?"

Lacey: "Nah, I was off duty. I was just being an unpaid, regular slut during my time there."

Patrick: "You hear about Cassie?"

Lacey: "No, what's up?"

Patrick: "She was found dead and washed up by the Thames."

Patrick drinks from his beer bottle again as Lacey is left open mouthed.

Lacey: "Fuck a duck!"

Patrick: "It's true. What's worse is that one of the clients were probably the last to see her alive and obviously we can't say anything otherwise we get shut down. I'm not going to work for a bit though, it's too dangerous."

Lacey: "Don't be such a pussy."

Patrick: "That seems to be the reaction I always get when I say that."

Lacey: "Well it's true. This job isn't all money and orgasms."

Patrick: "I suppose....I suppose you're right."

Lacey: "Just loosen up. You'll be fine plus you're a strong guy, I'm sure you could take whoever it is."

Patrick: "Mhmm..."

Patrick takes one last swig of his beer before placing it back down on the bar.

---

[CUT TO: EN SUITE BATHROOM IN PATRICK'S ESCORT PAD]

Surprisingly, Patrick is now in his 'Valentine' attire despite swearing to give the job up for a little while. He looks sharp and smart in his usual black shirt, trousers and shoes which is topped off by a small, neat quiff on his head. He looks into the mirror as he starts to speak. As he speaks he plays around with his hair in the mirror.

Patrick: "Don't judge me but I've been thinking about it and I've realised that I'm just over reacting. Leanne and Lacey are right; I'm just being a big pussy. You see, I can't live knowing that there's a loss of potential earnings. Time as being Valentine with a client means lots of lovely notes for me, the more hours, the more money. Time just being Patrick only gets me a few hundred pounds at the hotel. You do the maths, it's clear to see which job is far superior."

Patrick stands at the door of his bathroom, ready to head out but stops the address the audience again.

Patrick: "Ms. Cherry has arranged for me to have a threesome with a couple in their fifties. Apparently, they haven't had sex in a long time. A really long time. So, as it's my duty to please them in any way they want and give them orgasms they'll never forget, I've decided to step up to the challenge no matter how disgusting it may be. Sex with people in their fifties is not my idea of a great night. Far from it. My perfect night would involve me, my girlfriend, Rita Ora, Taylor Lautner and some rope..."

Patrick walks out of the en suite bathroom and into his bedroom. The room appears to be all tidy and set up for his client

Patrick: "Condoms? Check."

Patrick pulls out a handful of condoms from his pocket.

Patrick: "Lubrication? Check."

The camera pans into a tube of lubrication that is on his dresser on the far side of the room.

Patrick: "Vibrator? Check."

Two brightly vibrators are shown on the table next to his bed.

Patrick: "Erection?..."

Patrick looks down his trousers then shrugs.

Patrick: "Well, we can work on that."