- Well, hello
- Hello
- Don't you know
- You know
That we've got the best show in town
- We've got song
- And dance
- And a lot of
- Romance
So let's have a ball until dawn
- Forget your problems
- Forget your kids
Tonight you can act like
you're all millionaires
- So drink up
- Drink up
The night is young
And we've got the best show in town
Welcome back. What happened?
I missed the champagne.
The happy laughter
of the Hostess Room.
The dazzling wit.
The ebb and flow of
hand-to-hand bargaining.
The brilliance of the cabaret.
You got fired, didn't you?
Ah, Beaty Simons!
- I looked for you downstairs, but you were...
- You stay, stay.
This place needs a bit of class.
God knows it does.
Right. Er...
Olympia, the Viper.
Marlene and Gaby,
two gentlemen from Turkey.
No, wait, er...
Marlene and... Daisy.
Do you want me to get
the Viper to double book us?
You won't work otherwise.
Not the first night.
No-one is ever lost
No-one is ever gone forever
You brought me back
Back from a world of despair
The touch of your love's
made me hope again
The touch that will never,
never end
No-one is ever gone, no, no
No-one is ever lost
No-one is ever gone forever
No, no
What, so you're not booked?
Looks that way.
Amazing.
Don't waste your time with me.
I don't date club people.
Ah, neither do I. Ever.
Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. No.
Never.
You got a kid?
What, a boy or a girl?
Boy. He's ten.
Er... does he live with you?
No, as it happens.
That's tough.
Well, good night.
Good night.
Hi! So what happened to the lights?
- Did you think I'd left the country?
- No, I'm sorry, I... dreaming.
- Dreaming?
- I went to sleep.
- Really?
- Be better tomorrow.
Well, let's hope so.
- Couldn't be worse, right?
- Sure couldn't.
No.
Er... could I have a word
with you for a second?
- Sure.
- If you'll excuse us.
- 'Night, Charles.
- I'll see ya.
Er... that new hostess?
Oh, already!
Some sucker always falls for Beaty.
- Well, who is she? What's the story?
- Which one?
Er... the truth.
That depends on who she's with.
I mean, it could be, er...
"I was brought up in a little village.
"and then Mummy died,
and I came to London."
She's got a kid. Right?
Some girls find that very effective.
I mean, she is a classic.
I find it a bit old-fashioned
and depressing, don't you?
Well, life often is, right?
You're so profound, Emory.
Do you know, I think a person's...
brain is the sexiest
part of their body.
What do you think?
Well, I think it
depends on the person.
Good night.
'Bye.
- Hello.
- Radio Limousines.
- Yeah, hi, it's Emory.
- Emory? What do you want?
I want all the work you can give me.
Well, there's an airport at 5am.
Any use to you?
Yeah, sure. I'll take it. Goodbye.
Here, listen to this:
"Since its move to Birmingham
two years ago, the Motor Show
"has attracted an increasing number
of serious foreign buyers.
"This year an estimated
thirty thousand will be coming
"to join the hordes
of British visitors."
If I ever run into the guy who
moved that show out of London,
I'm going to take him home,
give him the best fuck he's ever had,
and charge him a thousand
for loss of earnings.
Me and Marlene once got that
every day during a Motor Show.
- What?
- It's true.
Five hundred a day, each.
- The hotel trick?
- Uh-huh.
My God! You must be made
of shoe leather down there.
The booking clerk almost killed us
before we'd even started.
Still, he did get us in
among the Japs.
Your night tonight, Beaty.
Special order.
- Ooh!
- Hey ho.
- Prince Charles, is it?
- Mmm!
Oh. Ta-ra.
Hi.
I look at you
And love has cast its spell on me
My premonition's of
A romance even I can't disbelieve
I look at you and know
Excitement's in the air
- The start of something so dramatic
- Looks sweet
Heads are turning everywhere
It's great that Cupid
Ain't so stupid
I'm sure you will agree
It's just that Venus
Must have seen us
I'm down on bended knee
I'm cock-a-hoop
Loop-de-loop
Sophisticated me
You give me hope
It's love, it's plain to see
I... I'm cock-a-hoop
Loop-de-loop
Sophisticated me
You give me hope
And I'm no dope
It's love, it's love, it's love,
It's plain to see
Wow!
Look, um...
you're obviously broke,
and I'm expensive.
So why don't we just
get back in the car,
and you can drive me home?
Don't be expensive.
Take a night off.
No.
Sorry.
That right?
Jesus!
- You want a drink?
- Er... yeah.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
A nice place!
It's not mine.
Belonged to my wife.
Her family lets me stay here.
So you are broke.
Yeah.
- So, er... where is your wife?
- No more of that.
I want you to wake up sober.
You don't think I'm
going to stay the night?
That's all I want.
I just... want you to
be here when I wake up.
I got a spare room.
Emory?
Good night.
S'bad, all right
But if you're lonesome as can be
You can always count on me
And a bit of Southern Comfort...
Come on.
Hey, let's cut a rug.
You've got problems, boy
When she's messing you around
When she's messing you around
Dear boy
But if you're as sad as sad can be
Just remember little me
And a bit of Southern Comfort
in the night
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Can you play her game?
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Can you hide your shame?
Tell me, tell me, tell me
Can you hide yourjealousy?
Hey, honey, am I gonna get something
nice for a whole lot of money?
- You sure will.
- And fool around with me
It ain't easy, boy
When you can't get whatcha want
When you can't get whatcha want
S'bad, all right
It ain't easy, boy
When you can't get whatcha want
When you can't get whatcha want
S'bad, all right
- Is this a shirt or a frilly parachute?
- Ah!
Oh, thermal underwear.
You know something, honey?
You've got an awfully big mouth
for an over-the-hill hooker.
You keep a civil tongue
in your head, fat man,
or I'll charge you by the pound.
Oh, you're so strong.
Stronger by the pound.
I'll show you some pounds.
Want to see some pounds, huh?
I bet I'm going your way.
- What? Down?
- Eh?
- Ring for a cab, will you, Jack?
- All right.
- Good night, friend.
- Good night...
sucker.
It's so quiet.
Sunday.
I saw a hotel back there.
I don't kiss.
- You don't kiss?
- Nn-nn.
Then what do you do?
Anything else.
Like what?
You kissed.
- Yes, you did. Yes, you did. Yes.
- I didn't.
Y ou could come and live with me.
Yeah. Okay.
Who's that?
My ex-husband.
This is my son.
Billy Simons.
That's funny. He looks like you.
- Nice looking kid.
- Yeah.
The newspapers called it
a tug of love battle.
Tug of love!
Suddenly, I found myself in court,
and they were taking Billy away.
Tug of love!
Anyway, he got custody.
Because of your work?
Mm-hmm.
Why didn't you stop?
I needed the money
to pay the lawyers.
When was all this?
Five years ago.
Er... could you just put it
down over there? Thank you.
- Some for you?
- No, thanks.
I still don't know if
you can cook, Beaty,
but you sure know how to buy.
It's delicious.
You know, when I get Billy back,
we're going to live in the country,
in a big farmhouse.
And then you'll see me cook.
On one of those great big Aga cookers.
- Do you know Aga cookers?
- No.
Oh, they're lovely.
Keep the kitchen warm,
lovely smell of bread all the time.
How will you live?
Oh, I'm saving up.
When I've got enough, I'm going to buy
an antique shop, or a restaurant.
Didn't you already?
I've always had an eye
for good things.
I thought this room needed something.
Don't you like it?
Yeah, I do.
It's a genuine Greek bust.
Yeah. Sure.
That's what the man said.
Must have cost you plenty.
Nothing's cheap these days.
Yeah, help us, hey!
Coming right up!
Hey-up!
Listen, you drunk.
Eighty pounds pays for my body.
Waiting time's extra.
Shit.
Beaty?
You've changed.
We used to have fun.
Did we?
Yes.
Okay. Let's have some more.
Miles?
Have you been a naughty boy today?
You have, haven't you?
I can see it in your eyes.
- Hi.
- Oh, hello, darling!
Come on, I ran you a bath.
I can't see through your eyes.
I don't know what you're thinking.
Thinking about what?
What, about your career?
- Well, is that it?
- Sort of.
Well, you'd make a lousy typist.
That doesn't really help me.
You see, I want you
to make love to me tonight.
I put your nightdress on the radiator.
Come here.
Let's break the rules.
Mmm?
Oh, I so nearly came.
Oh, so nearly.
Yeah, so did I.
I'd like to meet Billy.
- Would you?
- Yes.
Here, ladies and gentlemen...
Evel Knievel!
Rest.
So, whose flat is this, anyway?
It's mine.
Well, it's not mine, actually.
It, er...
it belonged to my wife.
What happened to her?
She leave you?
No. She died.
- She died?!
- Yeah.
How?
- Well, you wouldn't be interested.
- I would.
No, you wouldn't.
It's an awful story.
You wouldn't like it.
It'd give you nightmares.
I don't care.
Was it murder?
Not exactly.
Suicide?
Sort of.
Where'd it happen?
Kissaraing Island, off Burma.
You've got to tell me.
- You've got to. Please?
- Ah, come on.
It's a boring old poisoning story.
You can't do this to me.
- You really want to know?
- Yeah.
Okay.
We would like
to apologise to passengers
who travelled along this service,
for the inconvenience
caused by this delay.
Did you like him?
Yeah.
He ain't half seen the world.
Oh?
This island they lived on! Phew!
Yeah?
The 13:30 from Manchester,
due to arrive at 16:10,
is now approaching the station...
Tell me about it, then.
What about my train?
It's all right, we've got
a couple of minutes.
His wife sounded a real bitch to me.
I said he shouldn't blame himself.
- What for?
- Don't you know?
No. You tell me.
He thinks he killed her.
How?
She started eating these berries.
I told her not to.
She kept on eating them.
I walked away.
Yes?
I wasn't sure
that they were poisonous.
They were.
Make love to me.
Let's go home.
No.
Now. Here.
Mmm.
I don't know how I lost you
I can't put my finger on the place
We started our evening the usual way
With the same old friends
In our favourite caf
We gossiped and drunk
And recounted our day
Was it there, was it there
That you went?
I don't know how I lost you
I can't put my finger on the place
We all went to eat
At a little bistro
Where the forks are all bent
And the service is slow
But the menu is cheap
And the wine overflows
Was it there, was it there
That you went?
Your lips were as red
As the wine that we drunk
And as sweet as the songs
that we sung
At the table we shared
I thought that you cared
But at the end of the night
you had gone
Gone
I don't know how I lost you
- I can't put my finger on the place
- Oh!
We all walked to the club
- Arm in arm across town
- Gosh!
Propped the bar up again
- The music was loud
- Let's go home and try it again.
But then so were we,
so were all of our crowd
- Was it there, was it there that you went?
- How about dancing with a real person?
I'd just lit a cigarette
When someone asked me to dance
- I gave it to you, and emptied my glass
- See that woman over there, by the bar?
And was off to the dance floor
- Two hundred.
- Yeah?
When I got back at last...
I'd want my introduction fee,
of course.
The cigarette stub
Alone in the ashtray
I work at the Baron Club.
They have a phone.
You went
And I never saw you again
You know I just can't forget you
I'm always seeing your face
This is a private club.
A private club, do you hear me?
- Fuck off, you bastard!
- Hi, girls!
- Get away! Ren! Help, Ren!
- What you've all been waiting for, he's here!
- Ren! Ren!
- Ren! Ren!
Are you Ren?
Ren, gotta say...
Excuse me, please.
Ren, honey, listen.
Do you have any
bisexual dykes here tonight?
- Get out!
- With a little bit of hetero bias,
being that it's Sunday.
You heard me. Get out!
- Come here. No, no, no, I just want to talk...
- Fuck off!
Ow! What is it with this town?
I am the owner of this club.
It has a select membership.
A guy can't get a drink half the time,
and on Sunday he can't even get laid
without being a fag!
Okay. Okay.
I'm a fruit! I really am!
Look. See. Hi!
Like that.
Now, do you mind if I stay?
With that little maggot?
Get it out!
Shit-head! Want something?
Huh? Come on!
- Max!
- Come on!
Max!
Emory Cole, if it isn't!
God, what are you doing here?
What are you doing here?
I thought I recognised that little,
er... scar you had there.
See? I told you, I'm a fag.
Sunny Cambodia.
A paradise!
Where every kid you meet has a sister.
Even the mosquitoes have sisters.
It's where we met.
- I treated him for a knife wound.
- Oh, I got the wrong sister.
In fact, I got the mother.
"Ah, you fuck my daughter!"
Right in my ass!
What, as I was on my way home?
You've got to tell her what...
He was carrying this huge coffin
with his wife nailed up inside.
I said, "Emory, some places
you bring your wife,
- "some places you don't bring your wife."
- And what were you doing out there?
How about driving me to the airport?
The limo's gone back.
I got a deal for you.
I'll rent it.
Drop me off at Heathrow now,
and pick me up in ten days.
And meanwhile it's all yours. Hmm?
You're crazy.
Why?
Those cars are expensive.
Emory! Money, money, money.
He's so vulgar.
It'll cost you eight hundred.
How far will that take me?
To Heathrow and back?
Eight... er, thirty miles.
Does he rip you off like this?
You tell me what's happening,
I'll give you my answer.
Otherwise, it's no.
Emory, it's one of those deals.
In or out?
Out.
Ten thousand pounds.
That's a lot of money.
Eh?
Yellow bird way up in banana tree
Yellow bird
Eh?
You could get back to Kissaraing.
All those beautiful natives.
You could take Beaty with you.
She's got a kid.
Oh!
She would!
I'd sell my soul to the devil
To change my losing pitch
I would lie and cheat and meddle
I'd hustle and I'd bitch
To breakfast on smoked salmon
And dine on caviar
Tip the doorman fifty dollars...
I'd sell my soul to the devil
To be very, very rich...
Hello. This is Beaty Simons.
Oh, hi. It's Vere De Large here.
Ren pointed me out to you at Sappho's.
I was wondering whether you'd like to
come to the country this weekend?
- Oh, erm...
- I'm sure you would enjoy it.
We could, um... play a little tennis,
and I've got a sauna
and a pool. Now, it would
do you good, wouldn't it?
Yes.
Great! Let me give you
my London address.
We could meet here.
- Have you got a pencil?
- Yes.
Now, it's 32A...
Kensington Park Road.
I'd sell my soul to the devil
To be very, very rich
- All right. See you. Bye
- Ooh, to have a marble bath
Ooh, for silver frames
round all my photographs
Ooh, for Annigoni
to do a portrait of me...
"...it was a very tough show.
"A tough show, wasn't it?"
And we shook hands.
Yeah, sure was!
I don't think you'll want to invite me back
for another twenty years.
So, how much did Mr Big Shot give you?
- Enough.
- How much?
A hundred and fifty.
A hundred and fifty?
Wow, you must have been good tonight.
- Huh? Spectacular!
- Oh, please.
Well?
Pretty... lousy, actually,
if you must know.
Lousy. I see, so he gave you
a lousy hundred and fifty.
That figures.
You smell.
Oh, be kind to me, Emory. I...
I'm too drunk to fight.
Did you enjoy fucking him as much as
you enjoyed listening to him?
- No.
- Huh?
No?
- No.
- Not even a bit?
No.
Not even a little bit?
Not in the slightest?
- No.
- Not the faintest!?
- No, no.
- Huh?
I only enjoy it with you.
- I only want to...
- I don't believe you.
I watched you tonight.
I watched you with him.
I watched you!
Take it! Take it!
I don't want it.
It's only money! You take it!
No, I will! Because I'm
the one that suffers for it.
I always wondered how it happened.
Yeah.
Well, now you know, globetrotter.
I think I'll see Billy this weekend.
There's a hotel near their house.
Did I wake you up?
Yeah. That's all right.
Is Mum in?
No.
No, it's all right.
It's all right. Come on in.
Beaty?
Hey, wait!
- What?
- Now, don't eat any more.
Why?
Smell it.
I think it smells bad.
You don't have to read
Tropical Architecture, you know.
I know you're gonna leave me.
I'm not stupid.
Yeah?
- The name's Denham. Alex Denham.
- Yeah?
- Friend of Beaty's.
- So?
Is she in?
Beaty, there's a thing outside
with his foot in the door,
says he's called Alex.
Christ, Emory. That's that guy!
What am I going to do?
I don't give a fuck
what you do with the asshole.
He's your friend, not mine.
I'm tired, and I'm going to bed.
Watch it, shortarse!
Watch it!
- Alex!
- Jesus, in his own house too, eh?
Sorry, Beaty, I'm just tired.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
Morning, sunshine.
He had nowhere to stay.
I'm sorry, you were asleep.
Now the Bay Rum, darling.
Yeah, out of the big place
and nowhere to go. Much obliged.
You're welcome.
No whispering!
It's rude.
Ah, this is the life.
I envy you getting this every morning,
Eddie, old chap.
Stops you going bald, you know.
Now, wait. The name's Emory.
And I don't.
See, most mornings I'm lucky
if I get breakfast out of her.
You've upset her.
You upset her.
Well, somebody upset her.
'Ere, take over, will you?
He probably saved my life.
When I was on junk, he took me away.
Oh, God!
Emory, I don't know what to do.
Look, the guy is dangerous.
He really is.
Oh, Emory.
- Here, Beaty.
- Yes, Alex?
You remember that
farmhouse we stayed at?
Yes.
Well, maybe we could rent it again.
The three of us could go up there.
You still like the countryside,
don't you?
Yes.
I'll do a job, then. I'll fix it up.
Do you like the countryside
then, Eddie?
No.
Emory.
Alex, his name's Emory.
Doesn't like me,
whatever his fucking name is.
Now listen, you.
Eddie.
You!
Look at me.
Now listen, cunt.
I come out of hospital,
and you've stolen my bird,
and set up home.
What did you say?
You heard.
If it weren't for Beaty,
I'd break you in half.
Hospital?
I thought you were in prison.
Never mind that.
What I'm saying is this:
I've got a short temper,
but I'm patient.
Understand?
No.
Now do you understand?
Emory?
Emory, don't go.
Oh!
Split level!
See what's in the fridge.
So, you think I'm interfering?
You think I give a fuck
what happens between you and Beaty?
Emory, you gotta be real sure.
Beaty you can always kiss and make up.
With my associates,
it's not like that.
Now look, I told you,
it's nothing to do with Beaty.
I'm just, er...
I've just had enough
of this country, that's all.
Okay.
What she do? Walk out on you?
No.
Well?
You think you can change people.
Oh, she's still with you?
Look, don't worry about her, Max.
Anything with ears I worry about.
Look, why do you want me on this job?
I don't know anybody in the UK.
I need somebody I can trust.
Right. So trust me.
Hey, where's my grass, Beaty?
Beaty?
A new suit?
- Well, now, I wonder who bought you that?
- Hey, where's my grass?
- Max bought it for you, didn't he?
- Yeah, as a matter of fact he did.
Where's my grass?
I had a hard day, I wanna relax.
Alex found it.
He decided to search the place.
Why?
Why? Why?
I don't know. Ask a doctor.
Where is he?
Gone for a drink.
He stumbled out,
and fetched his dole money today.
So you've found yourself
another rich one?
Congratulations.
I know what you're gonna do.
I know where you're gonna go.
I guessed it ages ago.
You would have to go back,
wouldn't you?
Yes.
Jesus Christ, I never would have
figured Alex for a dope smoker.
He isn't.
Kissaraing Island, huh?
And what are you gonna do?
Build a monument to her?
No!
You wouldn't find it, you know.
He's probably thrown it away.
Why?
Because he loves me!
Demarol.
Look at that. Demarol.
You know who they give this to, huh?
Out and out maniacs.
What do you mean,
"because he loves you"?
He worries about me.
Oh, I see.
Er... might lead to harder stuff, no?
Ah, how sweet.
It must be wonderful
to feel protected from yourself...
by a homicidal Demarol addict!
Jesus Christ, the guy's a freak!
A lunatic!
This is real.
- It's loaded
- Yeah.
I know.
He used to let me shoot it when
we lived in the country together.
Get rid of him, Beaty.
Get him outta here.
How?
Any suggestions?
Well, if you're so great with a gun,
why don't you shoot him?
When I hear it on the news,
I'll come back.
Emory!
Emory!
Emory! Please!
Jesus Christ! Give me that.
You'll get yourself arrested.
I don't care!
What am I gonna do?
Christ.
Don't leave me.
If you're going, let me come with you.
How about Billy?
Let's take him with us.
Yes.
- ...he doesn't come?
- He'll have to.
He doesn't like it, though.
I think he'd love to go away.
You? What do you think?
I think it's all right.
I think it's all right. I just want
to know if he can wield a hammer.
Huh? Does he know how to swim?
It's a nice gym.
- Do you do gym?
- No. Football.
Oh.
Here, this is for you,
from me and Emory.
Only don't look in it
until I've asked you something.
Billy...
how would you feel if you
didn't see your father for a while?
I'd be with you?
And Emory.
- On that island?
- Yeah!
Crikey!
Now, you must keep this secret.
Billy? You are listening, aren't you?
Affirmative.
Oh, Christ!
We're going to be so happy!
- Emory! Emory!
- He's not here.
I'm not waiting any longer.
For that, I'll kill him!
For that, I'm gonna do him.
I'll wait for him,
and I'll kill him.
Sit over there.
Alex, listen.
He's going away in a week or so.
Emory's going away for good.
Ask him when he comes in.
And when he's gone?
Well...
who knows?
Emory, what's the problem?
He's just not our type.
Look, I don't want to marry the guy.
I need somebody for Friday.
I mean, he looks like a monster.
Good. Does he know about cars?
Yeah, sure. He's done bank jobs.
You know, he's a heavy.
Sounds beautiful to me.
I just don't think you'll like him,
that's all. He's old-fashioned.
Disapproves of drugs.
Don't we all?
What does he think about guns?
He carries one.
So tell him we're importing guns.
Yeah?
Level five. White BMW.
Let's get out of here.
What the hell was that all about?
- It's okay. He's just nervous.
- Yeah, so am I.
You should be.
I should be?
I'm just the pick-up man.
Oh, God!
Emory, you kill me!
Why do you think you're
getting paid so much?
If anything goes wrong...
you go inside.
- Not them, and not me.
- So what are they so nervous about?
You.
Talking if you get caught.
Inside, outside, sooner or later...
they'll kill you if you squeal.
That's why they wanted
a good look at the ugly puss.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Hi.
- Not at work, then?
- No, no, I got...
I got an hour.
They cut the first show.
Like it?
Yeah. Yeah, it looks good.
Fancy a drink?
I bought a bottle of Scotch.
Well, yeah, sure.
We go back a long way.
Me and Beaty.
Yeah, I know.
I couldn't understand it.
She was dying in public, and
no-one lifted a finger to help her.
Where I come from,
that don't happen.
Are you... so where...
where are you from?
Formerly from the North.
But then the family moved down here.
Round the corner, actually.
About ten, fifteen years ago.
Hmm.
Before the hippies moved in.
The hippies, the Pakis,
the blackies...
the Yankees.
The Yankee!
Don't worry.
I'll take care of her
when you've gone.
What?
She told me.
About you going away!
- I see.
- Yeah.
Yeah, well, I may not be going away.
Oh?
It...
kinda depends on you.
Oi!
Everybody's playing the same game.
You know...
at the end of this one,
I'll be a dollar millionaire.
Yeah.
I'm really good at this trick.
Really good.
So good, in fact,
I don't even get a buzz anymore.
That's why I have to work
with amateurs like you.
Why don't you quit
while you're ahead, huh?
This is all I can do.
Like I said, everyone's
playing the same game.
Hiya.
I believe you two have met.
- Remember me?
- Oh, sure.
- Would you like a whisky, or...
- Do you mind if I just watch this last number?
No-one is ever lost
No-one is ever gone for ever
Parts still remain
Moments that came and faded
Leaving the memory behind
Lingering always
In my mind
No-one is ever gone forever
No time is ever lost
No time is ever, ever wasted
Love can forgive
Promises made and broken
Always forgives the words that turn
Sweetness to sadness
But then you learn
That no-one is ever gone forever
Love gets so easy
It didn't last long
When it left all the good things
inside had gone
But you make my heart glow
Like a woman again
Now the doors of my life
have no locks on
Now, you know what to do, don't you?
I'll fix everything.
Be careful.
Don't let me down.
Max, Alex.
I asked for protection.
I didn't mean a goddamn animal!
Now look, you're the one who said
he'd be all right, not me.
Now, he's fine. He knows the scene.
Emory, I can't stand uglies.
What the hell's the matter with you?
You don't have a choice.
Keep your distance.
Follow us. I'll be with you later.
- What did you tell Beaty?
- Nothing.
She's coming with me.
And the kid.
So what are you gonna do?
Start a colony?
Have kids?
Yeah, something like that.
Yecch!
Listen, don't tell the animal.
He's a former boyfriend of Beaty's.
He thinks he's gonna
inherit her when I'm gone.
Oh, excuse me while I puke.
You'd better move.
- Hey, take good care of yourself.
- Sure.
- I'll see you before eleven.
- Right.
- Tiring work this waiting, isn't it?
- Sure is...
lover boy.
Sure is.
What kind of guns are these?
Want some of this?
Emory told me you didn't approve.
Could have guessed it anyway.
Are you gonna answer my question?
Didn't I?
He told me it was
on account of Beaty.
That right?
Hey! I heard you two are
shacking up together.
Eh?
And Emory's leaving the country.
Is that right?
You dumb asshole.
You'd believe anything
anyone told you.
Wouldn't you?
Hello.
Let yourself in.
Hey, Romeo.
I heard your life story.
Get in the back.
Emory, you drive.
- No problem, then?
- No.
Feel that.
Nice.
I nearly died.
Why? What happened?
Laughing gas, back there.
Isn't that right, Bozo?
Drive nice and easy, now.
Nice and easy.
Come out.
He told me.
Everything.
What?
Drugs.
What?
Drugs!
Is he dead?
Yeah.
You killed him for that?
And for being a cunt in general.
Pull in. Pull in.
I've got to think.
Stop here.
Get out.
Come on.
Come on!
Come on.
Come on!
Hold the weight again.
Again!
Hold him.
Right, come on. Up. Up.
Get in there.
Okay. Come on.
How much is one of these notes worth?
Three hundred pounds.
Bit of a windfall, eh?
Don't be sentimental.
You'll need a bit where you're going.
What happens next?
Come on, snap out of it.
What happens next?
They pick up from my place tonight.
I'll take care of them.
Vermin.
You coming in?
No, I got everything here.
Yeah.
Well, maybe it's best this way.
You take care of her, you hear?
Her and the kid.
Emory?
All the best, boy.
Emory.
What kind of a name is Emory?
Hey!
Hey, everything's fine.
Everything's fine.
- It, er... went off all right, then?
- Oh, yeah. Sure. I got the money.
Oh!
Where's Billy?
He's watching television next door.
Here, I got something to show you.
Max, er...
Max told me
it's the best way to do it.
Well, guess how much they're worth?
I don't know.
Fifty thousand pounds.
- Fifty thousand?
- Fifty thousand pounds.
This is how we take 'em
out of the country.
We walk right out.
- That's incredible.
- I know.
We can sell them in forty cities
around the world.
The woman at Hartley Davis gave me the
names and addresses in Bangkok and Thailand...
Hey, what's the matter?
We're not coming.
What?
Billy and I, we can't.
But why?
Billy doesn't want to come anymore.
He's been made captain
of the football team.
So?
It's what he's always dreamt of.
Oh, Jesus!
Jesus Christ! This is insane!
Holy shit!
This is ridiculous.
It may be ridiculous to us.
We're not kids.
Oh, man, I don't believe it.
Oh!
I don't believe that you're going to
give up me and this whole trip
because Billy's been made
captain of the football team.
I promised him, if he
wanted to stay, I'd stay too.
You're bullshitting me, Beaty.
You're lying to me.
I promised.
No! Well, I believe that.
I just don't believe you!
You know what I think?
You want to stay.
Yeah, you love the way things are.
Right? You love it!
Maybe that's it.
But I'm not leaving my son!
I'm not asking you to leave him.
I'm asking you to be
a real mother, that's all.
Come on, what's the matter with you, huh?
Have you forgotten what it's like?
Huh?
Look, once in a while,
a mother has to say to her kid,
"This is what we're gonna do.
"This is what we're gonna do,
because this is what I think is right."
I mean, that's what
mothers are for, right?
I mean, fuck it! The kid's...
ten years old, and you want him
to make all the decisions?
And what... and so you stay here.
Then what?
Huh? Back to the club.
You see him on weekends.
The price goes down year by year,
while you dream of antique shops
in the country, and all that crap, huh?
And you get cheaper
and cheaper inside, till he...
he won't even want to see you.
Huh? Is that what you want?
Is that it?
Will you fucking answer me?
Will you answer me? Is that it?
Are you that perverse?
Huh? Are you that far gone?
He's in the other room.
- Don't you dare!
- You stop!
Now listen, you're scared.
I know. I understand.
But don't be.
I do love you.
Even when...
when I try not to, I love you.
Even when I hate you, I love you.
See, I can take you, Beaty.
I can take you.
I can take every destructive trick
you can pull out.
Tricks you ain't even dreamed of yet.
But, listen.
Come on.
It's gonna be different this time.
We'll make it different.
Now, you go on in there.
All right?
You go on in there, and just...
Go on.
You all right, Mum?
Yeah.
Now, listen.
We are going away,
and you're coming with us.
Why?
Because I say so.
That's not fair.
Well, it'll just have to do
for the time being.
Okay.