Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa
men have named you
You're so like the lady
with the mystic smile
Is it only
'cause you're lonely
They have blamed you
For that
Mona Lisa strangeness
In your smile
Do you smile to tempt a lover
Mona Lisa
Or is this your way
to hide a broken heart
Many dreams have been
brought to your doorstep
They just lie there
And they die there
Are you warm
Are you real
Mona Lisa
Or just a cold and lonely
Lovely work of art
[ Knocks ]
[ Knocks ]
Yeah?
Do you want m um?
- Mum!
- Who is it, love?
-J eannie, get inside. Get inside.
-J ust let me talk to her.
- you can't do this to me.
- You've been away too fucking long!
- Mom, no!
-Just a minute! It's all I'm asking for!
- She don't know you, George,
and she don't wanna know you.
- She's my daughter!
you can't do this to me!
I only came to see her!
- No!
- you can't do this to me!
- I'm sorry, love. I'm sorry.
- Get out!
- Get out!
- Mum!
you cow!
I only came to say hello.
- Hello!
- [Dog Barks ]
[People Chattering, Laughing]
Fuck off.
Go on. Fuck off.
Oi, you gonna
clean all that up?
Hey, hey! Take it easy, boys.
Okay? Hey!
J ust let him be, all right?
The man's upset. Okay?
That's the right word,
George, eh? Upset?
So where did they
all come from?
- They live here.
- Since when?
- Since you went inside.
-Jesus.
- Did you get my last book?
- Yeah, yeah.
Shouldn't have been
the driver, though.
- Who should it have been?
- I could pin him in the first chapter.
- Who should it have been?
- The Chinese fellow who fed the goldfish.
- you didn't write it, George.
- No, no, I didn't, but EFL had--
Christ!
- you kept it.
- Aye, I kept it for you.
- you keep it tuned?
- [ Whistles ]
[Engine Starts ]
["Mona Lisa"]
Why does she hate me,
Thomas?
- She doesn't.
- Yes, she does.
you can never tell with women, George.
They're different.
They wear scarves
and like to powder their noses,
and when they go to heaven,
they get wings.
- Like angels?
- Aye, like angels.
- But angels are men, Thomas.
- Men?
- Yeah.
- No one told me that.
[Tires Screeching]
It's true.
Angels are men.
[Dog Barking]
[ Chirping ]
you got a big white rabbit
with long, floppy ears?
No, but we have one
with short ears.
- What's his name?
- His name is Arthur. He's over here.
Oh, right.
He'll do. Yeah.
- What is this, George?
- It's a rabbit.
You're not gonna start
all that business again, are you?
- Huh?
- Yeah.
Why not?
- Look, George, you can't go in there.
- Why not?
It's different.
What, Mortwell,
is he different too?
Very different.
- Ah, we'll see.
- Come on, George.
You're not going in there.
[ Scoffs ]
I've done seven years for him, Thomas.
Listen, George, you don't know
what they're up to now.
- I don't give a fuck. Give us the rabbit.
- No. What you want it for?
I'm gonna give it to him.
It's up to you.
We're closed.
- Tell him, Terry.
- Yeah, we're closed, sir.
Hello, Terry.
He'll have a lettuce,
and I'll have a Bloody Mary.
- George.
- That's right. This is Arthur.
- What are you doing here?
- Looking for Mortwell, Terry.
Bit of work, you know.
What do you do now?
- Whatever comes up.
- Yeah, but this is a knockin' shop.
- Leave your hat, George.
- So where is he?
- Mortwell? He's not around.
- Yeah.
- Well, he must be somewhere.
- Better ask Dudley, George.
Through there?
Cheers.
[ Computer Beeping]
Expecting me?
- [ Beeping Continues ]
- Knew I was out?
I suspected it,
George.
So where is he?
Where's who?
Mortwell.
He's away, George.
- South of France.
- He owes me, Dudley.
- He said he'd look after me.
- He said a lot of things, George.
Next time you see him,
give him that.
Hey, George, George.
Come on.
- Look, we need a driver.
- I'm a driver.
- Do you know what a bleeper is?
- A what?
I can't understand it.
How's that little thing supposed
to go bleep wherever I am?
Well, it bounces off
the post office tower, George.
Miracle of modern technology.
Yeah, but it hasn't got
an aerial or nothing.
It doesn't need one.
I'll show you, right?
- [ Beeping ]
- What's that? Is that going?
No. That's just a test.
It's makin' a noise.
Don't knock about with it.
For Christ's sake.
[ Muttering ]
Bet you buggered it.
What do you think?
What do you do,
melt it down and eat it?
No. They're
ornamental, George.
- Ornamental spaghetti?
- Right.
- I reckon it'll go about.
- Where'd you get it?
Contacts, George.
Can't find plastic spaghetti
just anywhere.
Ah.
I don't suppose too many people
make it, do they?
Well, the Japanese have
cornered the market.
you fancy
a fiberglass fruit fly?
Or a polystyrene
tutti-frutti?
Fancy a cup of tea?
What's it made of?
Leaves.
[Train Passing]
[Pager Beeping]
[Women Speaking French ]
[Piano ]
[Man On P.A. ]
Paging Mr. Carrington.
Paging Mr. Carrington.
Where's the bar?
Take a seat, sir,
and I 'll take your order.
Paging Mr. Carrington.
Thank you, sir.
Doing business?
- Darling, sorry I'm late.
- What's with the "darling"?
For fuck's sake!
What do you think this is,
the Honeymoon Hotel?
Look, do you have
business in this hotel,
or can I really help you?
- Where's your car?
- Over there.
- Pretend you know me, would you?
- I don't know you, do I?
- you fucking--
- I beg your pardon.
Not the back!
The front!
- So where did they get you from?
- Under a cabbage leaf.
I have to work in these places.
The bar boy turns a blind eye,
but the manager doesn't.
- you gonna tell me
where you want to go?
- The Lambert.
- [Tires Screech ]
- Jesus!
Sorry.
Didn't they tell ya that?
You're to be my date,
not my minicab driver.
- [Horn Honks ]
- What does your date do?
He looks after me, you dingbat.
There's men who want to see me.
- What if he don't?
- He pretends.
How do you pretend?
- Christ! Who sent you?
- Does it matter?
- You're the tom, darling.
-Just shut up and drive, would you?
Oh, can I have
a large Bloody Mary?
I'm sitting here,
all right?
Hey, did you hear me?
Are you serving here or just
wearing in a new pair of shoes?
Oi!
Want a drink? They don't seem
to serve you here.
I've done it wrong again,
haven't I?
Okay, I got it wrong.
That's-- Oof!
What do you expect?
I'm not used to working
in piss holes like this.
[Stereo: Orchestra ]
- That was quick.
- you were asleep.
- Was I?
- How was he?
- I beg your pardon.
- How was the Arab?
- None of your business.
Huh. All right.
Where to?
King's Cross.
[ Women Laughing]
[ Hookers Chattering ]
Hello.
Like a chocolate sandwich?
[Woman Laughing]
- Goddamn market, isn't it?
- Shut up.
Drive on, please.
[Woman ]
Hey, don't go, mate!
- And now?
- you leave me here.
Good night then.
you have to get yourself
some clothes.
Why would I have to get myself
some clothes?
If you're to drive me.
Here. Use this.
- I'm not having you paying me.
- Why not?
- you don't even like me.
- I can claim it.
Good night.
- Is this real?
- Aye, of course.
- Got a present for ya.
- All right.
- Is it good? Yeah?
- It's brilliant. Aye.
- Somebody's murdering
opera singers, right?
- Right.
And after every murder,
they'll leave a Percheron.
- What's a Percheron?
- A kind of horse.
Isn't it-- you mean like a white horse
that pulls a milk cart?
- Aye, that kind of thing.
- All right.
- And?
- Well, then it gets complicated.
- It might just spoil it for you.
- Oh.
[ Laughing, Chattering ]
Christ.
What do you think?
Jesus.
- you don't like 'em?
- Do you?
- Well, I bought them, didn't I?
- you bought them, all right.
Ah, fuck. Here.
Here's your change.
Not here.
For Jesus' sake!
You're as much cover
as a pair efficient tights.
I may as well be wearing
a sign around my neck.
All you're missing
is the gold medallion.
- you don't like them either.
- Fucking hate them.
Right.
See, I'm cheap. I can't help it.
God made me that way.
Being cheap
is one thing.
Looking cheap is another.
That really takes talent.
Some women are whores.
Some whores are black.
you take what you're given,
don't ya?
I didn't ask to drive you around.
I was given you, same as you was given me.
- The only difference is,
you complain and I don't.
- [Stereo: "Mona Lisa"]
- Turn it off!
you heard me. Turn it off.
- No.
you asked me to buy clothes.
I bought 'em!
But you make remarks.
Anybody ever teach you manners?
- you want to work for me?
- No!
- [ Tires Screeching ]
- [ Horns Honking ]
Get out.
Get fucking out, lady!
Now tell me I'm fired.
- All right. You're fired.
- Lovely.
I'm fired,
and you're streetwalkin'.
- [Horn Honking]
- Fuck off.
you swine.
[Horn Honking]
[ Different Horns Honking ]
Go screw yourself!
- [Men Yelling]
- [Horns Honking]
- Hey!
- Piss off.
- Look, come on!
Look, come on. you can't stand
in the middle of the road.
You're gonna get run over.
Come on, please.
Please. I'm sorry.
I'm-- I've wasted your money.
I look ridiculous. I'm sorry.
- you don't look that bad.
- Well, bad enough.
Get in the car, eh?
Madame?
- We're late.
- All right, all right.
I'm-- I'm sorry.
- [Horn Honking]
- We're gonna get run over here.
- Where'd you wanna go?
- Up to Highbridge.
[Car Stereo]
Madam thought you might like
some refreshments, sir.
Oh, thank you very much.
Will she be long?
- No more than usual, sir.
- Right. Cheers.
[ Humming ]
[Man]
See you next Friday.
- Uh, who do I give this to?
- To me.
Oh, thank you.
Thanks a lot. See ya.
He took his time.
What, he fall asleep halfway through?
Well, you never know
with these darkies, do ya?
Oh. I'm sorry.
- I told you I was cheap, didn't I?
- Very.
Much obliged.
- Where to now?
- King's Cross.
Back to the meat rack.
your wish is my command.
[George]
Jesus. They're so young.
Hey, tell me something.
What?
Do they ever
want you back?
- Who?
- your clients.
- Always.
- What, they--
They fall in love with you?
Well, do they?
Sometimes they fall for
what they think I am.
What do they think you are?
What you think.
A black whore.
- Did I say that?
- What do you think then?
Well, you ain't
no night nurse.
I ain't no night nurse.
Let's say you're a,
a lady.
Why, thank you.
Yeah.
So what about
this job then?
Well, it's--
- It's just driving, you know.
- Yeah?
Driving who?
A tall, thin, black tart.
- I could write a book about it.
- Too many T's.
No, no.
He comes out of nick,
and they owe him one,
and they give him a job
driving a tall, thin, black tart,
and she fuckin' hates him.
- Treats him like a doormat.
- And he hates her?
- Well, kind of.
- you mean he likes her?
- He don't even know her, does he?
- [Pager Beeping]
She's early.
- you look better in the daytime.
- Oh, so do you.
- Where do you want to go?
- Down here.
- What, you wanna walk?
- Yes. It's good for you.
- A bit early, isn't it?
- I know, but the early bird
catches the worm.
Clever little bastard.
- In here?
- Yes.
- you got business here?
- Yes.
Hold this.
They're pure silk.
These.
Do you like men's clothes?
Sometimes.
How about a pinstripe?
It's classy.
- Herringbone?
- Look at that. See, look. Eh?
It's lovely.
What do you think?
What do you want
to wear men's clothes for?
I don't.
It's for you.
- For me?
- Yeah. Try it.
- you can't dress me.
- Yes, I can. Try it.
Look, if you want to work for me,
you dress yourself.
- I said no.
- Take the fucking thing, will ya?
- Look at it.
- Are you serious?
Yes. Please.
All right.
I may as well then,
mayn't I?
Yeah, you may as well.
Yeah, all right.
What do you think?
It's lovely.
Yeah.
It's lovely.
Thanked.
- There was this frog,
and no one would kiss it.
- Why not?
Well, he was a frog,
wasn't he?
- you know the story, don't you?
- Yeah.
Turns into... a prince.
- Yeah. Then they got--
- Twenty minutes.
All right.
A Bloody Mary,
is it, sir?
No, I'd like
a pot of tea, please.
Earl Grey
or Lapsang souchong?
No. Tea.
- Very good, sir.
- Thanked.
Good evening, sir.
May I see your invitation?
Denny. That's all right.
Denny!
Jesus Christ, George.
- What am I doing here, right?
- I didn't say that.
- I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry. It's bad to be sorry.
- Hello, mate.
- Raschid, this is, uh, George.
- Of course. We have met.
- How'd you get on the other night?
- She go--
- Come on, George.
Sorry. I've been trying
to contact you.
- Wasn't Dudley lookin' after ya?
- Oh, yeah, yeah, he is.
But there's nothing like
the personal touch, is there?
Seven years.
This isn't the time.
This is business, George.
- We've got a lot to talk about.
- So we have. I'll ring you.
- you promise?
- I promise.
- Did you get the rabbit?
- [ Mouths Words ]
- Good?
- What do you mean?
Well, I mean the, uh,
you know.
- All right?
- What is wrong with you?
I don't know.
What's wrong with me, eh?
[ Whistling, Clicking Tongue ]
Ooh! Come on, sweetheart.
[Woman]
you want to try me, baby?
[Woman ]
Ooh! She's pretty!
Stop here.
Hey, mate, you as fast
as your car?
Maybe he's not, eh?
I've got a daughter
that age.
She's not out there.
Jesus. I hope not.
[Woman Chattering]
- Hey, should we go?
- Shh!
[Woman Laughing]
- you want some?
- No.
I'm good.
I do French, twosomes.
I'm very good.
- Oh, go home to your mum, will ya?
- I know your type.
you want it,
but you won't pay for it, will you?
- I've seen you before. You're--
- Go on! Piss off!
- Up yours!
- Is he at you, Rosie?
I'll fix the bastard.
you don't want her,
you fuck off, man,
and you take your
fucking motor with you.
- You. What you doing here?
- Drive!
- If Anderson finds you,
he'll cut your face off.
- George, go on, drive!
- Drive, would you?
- you nigger--
- Watch your fucking language!
- [ Women Screaming]
Stop it! Go on!
Get fucking out of here!
Leave him, George!
[ Women Yelling ]
So tell me.
What was that all about?
Well, come on.
Not here. Come on inside.
Where did you learn
to do that?
Picked it up
along the way.
- How do you know him?
- Like you. Along the way.
I used to work that street.
[Pouring Water]
- Who's Anderson?
- Anderson?
Yeah.
Anderson is a ponce.
A pimp.
- your ponce?
- An animal born in a butcher shop.
- But have you got a ponce now?
- No.
- [ Clinks ]
- Got you.
Did he
knock you about?
He used to adjust
my face. Yes.
Why didn't you leave?
He told me he'd cut me up.
Then he'd tell me
I was wonderful.
What,
in the same breath?
Yeah.
That's what
a good ponce does.
He drives flashy cars and lives in a room
with a paraffin heater.
Had a friend then.
He ran the two of us.
She was younger than me.
Beautiful.
She had a habit,
and that's why I stayed.
One day, I couldn't
take it any longer.
Met a man with a gold ring
who took me to Brighton.
When I woke up,
he was gone.
I didn't mind.
Saw the sea outside.
Met another on the pier,
and that paid the hotel bill.
Stayed the whole summer.
Even managed to save.
I came back to London.
Met the man
with the gold ring again.
Learned about
the West End hotels then...
and a different world.
I took a taxi around that street
to look for Cath.
But she was gone.
If you last a year and a half
on that street, you're lucky.
I was lucky.
I got out.
Cathy.
Her name's Cathy.
- Uh-huh.
- She's a Londoner.
She has a tattoo
on her hand, there.
I promised
I'd look after her.
Things can happen
out there.
Out where?
On the streets,
in the clubs.
I can't go down,
but you could.
I'll pay you.
- How?
- Anyway I can.
I want to find her.
you know the way it is.
Yeah.
You're a good man,
Mr. George.
How can you tell?
I can tell.
Will you
think about it?
Yeah,
I'll think about it.
- Promise?
- I promise.
Good night, Mr. George.
Good night.
Thanks for the drink.
Turn the lights out.
- What do you think?
- What happened to the spaghetti?
- Went like hotcakes.
- What are you gonna do with that?
I'm working on it.
- You're mad.
- you think so?
Of course I do.
Christ.
What's happened
to you, George?
I've grown up, Thomas.
- Time to look like other people.
- You'll never look like other people, George.
Fuck.
Is that true?
- Well, she don't think so.
- Aye? What's she up to?
She's not up to anything.
She's a friend of mine.
She's gotta be up to something.
What do you think this lot costs?
Well, she's a woman of substance.
She's a lady.
I thought you said
she was a tart.
- Tall, thin, black tart.
- Well, maybe,
but she's still
a fuckin' lady.
Sorry about the language.
Nice car.
- Can I get in then?
- Come on.
- Boys are jealous.
- They friends of yours?
- Sort of.
- Come on. Get in.
you made a right mess-up
that day, Dad.
Yeah, I know.
I'm sorry.
- So you should be.
- What'd your mum say?
- She don't talk about you.
- Never?
Dad, why did you leave?
- Did she tell you?
- No.
Well, I'm not gonna
tell you either.
Go on. Please?
Oh. I was a bad lot.
I'll tell you someday.
Are you still
a bad lot?
It's not for me to say, is it?
- A regular couple.
- Yes, dear.
Sit down.
He's lonely.
Oh. Wait a minute.
That's it.
Gotta look our best.

All that time
I was searchin'
Nowhere to run to
It started me thinking
Wonderin' what I
could make of my life
And who'd be waiting
Askin' all kinds
of questions
To myself
But never finding
the answers
Crying at
the top of my lungs
And no one listenin'
All this time
I still remember
everything you said
Uh-huh
There's so much
you promised
How could I ever forget
Listen
you know I love you
but I just can't take this
you know I love you
but I'm playin' for keeps
Although I need you
I'm not gonna make this
you know I want you
but I'm in too deep
Got your ticket?
Yeah, yeah.
- Drink?
- No. No, thanks.
Look, if you got a ticket,
then you got to have a drink.
- Where?
- Over here.
- All right.
Can feel your eyes
go through me
But I don't know why
- How much is that?
- Five pounds.
What, after the three pound
I just paid to get in?
I don't make
the rules.
It's like we never knew
each other at all
[Bartender]
Do you want someone to join you?
Have you got any blondes?
What do you think?
Very nice.
I almost believed you
All this time
I still remember
everything you said
Uh-huh
Any chance
of a cup of tea?
- How could I ever forget
- Piss off.
Listen
you know I love you
but I just can't take this
you know I love you
but I'm playin' for keeps
Although I need you
I'm not gonna make this
you know I want you
but I'm in too deep
So listen, listen to me
I could feel your eyes
close to me
Don't worry.
It's disinfectant.
George. I didn't know
you were kinky.
- I 'm not.
- What you doin' here, then?
- I 'm looking for a girl.
- Oh, yeah?
No, no, not that kind of girl.
She's a young girl called Cath--
- Young, eh?
- Yeah.
- Blond?
- Yeah, she's blond, and she's got, um--
- She's got a little tattoo there.
- Ah. Young, blond Cathy.
- Yeah, that's right.
- Come back in a couple
of hours, George.
- What, here?
- No. The Go-Go.
- See what I can do for you.
- All right.
Thanks, Terry. See ya.
Couple of hours.
Now I want
to spend my life
Just carin' about
somebody else
Listen, you know I love you
but Ij ust can't take this
Look after him, baby.
He's Okay.
Show's on now.
Come and have a look. Come on.

[ Woman ]
you wanna do anything?
No, I don't want to.
I 'm just coming to see a mate.
Terry. you know him?
Oh, here he is.
Hello, George.
- you have any luck?
- Yeah. I found her for you.
- Yeah? Cathy?
- Yeah. The blond.
Yeah. What, her?
No, no. The young one.
I'm a bit surprised, though, George.
- Why?
- She's very young.
Look, love, do me a favor.
Go away, will ya? Leave me alone.
Well, you know the way it is.
Yeah.
I know how it is, George.
Tim will take you up there,
all right?
Tim.
- Been busy?
- Yeah.
- Tourists?
- Yeah. The Japanese.
Ah.
Cathy.
Twenty minutes.
Hello. My name's Cathy.
What's yours?
George.
Don't you want to come and
sit down next to me, George?
- Where you from, love?
- I'm from here.
No. Listen.
D-Don't. Don't. Don't.
- you have to tell me what you want.
- Yeah, well, I want to talk.
Shh! He's listening.
- He'll be angry if you
don't come out happy.
- But I am happy.
He thinks I'm no good,
but I am good, aren't I, George?
Yeah. Yeah, you're--
Yeah, you're very good. Wonderful.
Doesn't mean we can't talk,
though, does it?
Where'd you get
these bruises?
I told you.
He gets angry.
Where are you from, love?
I'm from Ireland.
Oh, shit.
No. No, no, no, no.
Look, it's no good.
I'm looking for someone else.
Don't say that, George.
Please don't say that.
What do you--
What do you mean?
- you mean he'll hit you again?
- Hmm.
Look, he won't
hit you again, Cathy.
- Not if you're happy, he won't.
- I told you. I am happy.
Well, tell him that, George.
Please tell him that.
- All right, all right, I'll tell him.
- Promise?
I promise.
Happy?
- Yeah.
- Forty.
She's a good girl,
Cathy.
Yes, very good.
Come by anytime.
She'll be here.
- Yes, I will. I promise.
-Just ask for me.
- And you are?
- Smith.
Mr. Smith.
Mr. Smith.
[ George ]
I went to those clubs like you said.
And?
And... I met a girl...
about 1 5 years of age
with bruises all over her face.
Said she wanted
to make me happy.
- What was her name?
- Nah. She was the wrong girl.
Is that what you say?
"I'm gonna make you happy"?
Sometimes.
Why am I doing this?
- So what happened to the dwarf
after he ran off with the, uh--
- The Percheron.
- Yeah, yeah. Sorry.
- Well, he goes back
to the psychiatrist's office.
- What, the horse does?
- No, no. The dwarf.
He's got an obsession, right?
And just as he's leaving the office--
Another murder.
- How did you know that?
- I'm good at these things.
Don't tell me.
It was the lawyer's wife.
- No, no. It was the horse.
- The horse did the murder?
- Murdered the lawyer's wife?
- Not the fucking lawyer's wife. The horse.
The horse was the victim.
The horse got murdered.
With an ice pick.
Yeah, that'd be good.
I like that.
- Anyway, listen.
- What?
What about this tall,
thin, black story?
Ah. Well, he got it wrong,
the fella did.
Actually, she's a nun in disguise.
What kind of nun?
A Sister of Mercy.
you know, those that wear
the big white bonnets.
Aye, with the big thingie.
She doesn't wear this
the whole time, though.
Well, she can't, can she?
She's on the game.
- It'd look a bit funny and
spoil the point of-the exercise.
- Aye.
She wouldn't be in disguise then,
would she?
Well, that's nuns for ya.
Will you tell him
George is here, please?
Hello. There's a Mr. George
down here for Mr. Mortwell.
Yeah, that's Okay.
All right.
- Hi, George.
- Hi, Denny.
- How's the missus?
- Don't see her any.
- Ah. The kid, then.
- She's fine.
It's my birthday today.
you know that?
- [ Chuckles ]
- My fuckin' birthday.
Well, happy birthday.
Thank you very much,
George. Through here.
[Man ]
I want to do it again, eh?
Okay, stand by, everybody.
Aren't you gonna ask me
what age?
- What age are you?
- Fifty-two, George.
- And you?
- It's not my birthday.
No, it's not
your birthday, is it?
- you know what I think?
- What do you think?
I think that you think
I left you in the shit.
Well, you did,
didn't ya? Kind of.
Have a drink anyway,
George.
Life goes on happening.
We can't control it.
We can only swim in it.
So what happens
when you can't swim?
- you get water on the brain, George.
- But that can't be good.
- And do you know
what happens then, George?
- What happens?
you get confused,
and always with the little things.
- you know the little things.
- What little things?
Do you or do you not
get confused?
- Yeah, I get confused.
- you still get confused.
- Yes, I get confused.
- Right. Well, at least now you know.
- you do know it, don't you, George?
- All right, now I know.
Well, that's something because--
Do you know what I'm good at, George?
- What?
- I'm good at the little things.
The little things
that mean everything.
The things that you forget,
George.
I've got a family
of me own now,
and it's all perfectly legal,
and it's all through
the little things.
And you're part
of that family, George.
One of my favorite parts.
- I'm glad, Denny.
- I'm happy that you're glad, George.
- Want another drink?
- No. So, what's it all about?
- What am I doing here?
- your being happy.
That's what it's all about.
you come out.
I wasn't here. Now I'm here.
- I want you to know that I know that.
- I know.
- That girl who sees the Arab.
- Every night.
you ask her what she does.
- What do you mean, "what she does"?
- I mean what she does.
What he pays her for.
- Well, why me?
- Because you're her driver, George.
you should notice
these things.
The little things.
The business is different,
but the rules are still the same.
I mean,
I can't ask her that.
She tells you, truthfully, mind.
That's important.
you tell me,
and I'll be happy, George.
you didn't like me,
did you?
- Well--
- Don't worry.
Everyone hates me
once in a while.
But it's important to me,
George, that you're happy.
Well, I'm happy.
Good. Good.
[Man ]
Okay, girls, now, a-one--
you better go now.
- Will you pick me up again?
- your mum won't like it.
We can keep it a secret then
or something, all right?
- [ Chuckles ]
- Promise?
Maybe.
Can you do tricks?
What kind of tricks?
I don't know. Any sort of tricks.
Dads are meant to do tricks, aren't they?
- How about that?
- That's a good trick.
See you later, Dad.
Bye.
Do you wanna do it
in the road or what?
- You're out early.
- I do the rush hour.
You. you told him,
didn't you?
- Told him what?
- you know what!
you told him
I was no fucking good,
that's what!
- Bastard!
- Oi! Oi, come here!
- Fuck off, you!
- But I didn't tell him.
Why should I?
Honestly!
I said fuck off!
Come here!
Listen. Come here!
- Come here!
- Get off of me, will you?
Get off me!
What you want? Please!
Shut up!
What did he do?
What do you think
he fuckin' did? He--
He beat me up
and he took all my stuff and--
you told him, didn't you?
you fucking told him!
- I told him I was happy, that's all.
- [ Sobbing ]
I promise ya.
Look, come on, love.
I'll buy you
a cup of tea, eh?
No. Get me
an ice cream.
Yeah.
Yeah, all right.
- What do you want?
- Uh, Knickerbocker Glory.
- And a tea.
- [Man ]
Coming up.
Used to eat them all the time
when I was first down here.
- Thought I was pregnant.
- Was ya?
You're kidding!
How old are you?
Seventeen.
- You're not, are you?
- Well, what am I then?
- You're 1 5, ain't ya?
- Okay, I'm 1 5.
-Jesus Christ.
- And a half.
- Where'd you get that?
- From a man like you.
- Oh.
- [ Clicks ]
- So what you want then?
- I just want to talk.
- you mean talk dirty?
- No. I just want to talk.
Well, how did you know
where to find me?
I didn't.
I wasn't looking for you.
- I was looking for somebody else.
- That's not very nice, is it?
So I wasn't any good
the other night then.
you were won--
Oh, shit. Look.
I'm looking for a young girl,
just like you,
who's called Cathy,
just like you.
Yeah, but my name's May.
you told me
your name was Cathy.
Yeah, well, I'll say whatever
you want me to, don't I?
- [Shutter Clicks ]
- Look, stop doing that, will ya?
What were you
doing there?
What you think
I was doing?
I'm a working woman, aren't I?
Can't live on fresh air.
you gonna pay me?
Shut up. I only want to talk.
Yeah, well, it all adds up,
doesn't it?
I mean, it's my valuable time
you're taking up. It costs.
All right, all right,
I'll pay you.
- You sure you didn't tell him?
- Cross my heart.
I believe you.
There's my ice cream.
[Man ]
That's 1.35, please.
Thank you
very much, guv.
- Ta.
- Thank you.
[Horn Honking]
What are you doing?
you haven't finished your ice cream!
Get out of that car, you silly cow!
you wanna get yourself beaten up again?
- What do you do with him?
- With who?
Harry Ben-Turban.
your Arab, you know.
- I drink tea.
- Now, don't lie.
What is this,
George?
- I've been asked to find out.
- Who asked you?
- your boss.
- I don't have a boss.
Yes, you do.
He's my boss too.
- Mortwell.
- Tell him I drink tea.
[ Car Stereo ]
Master wished you
to have them, sir.
When I fall in love
It will be forever
- From the man.
- Yeah, take 'em through over there.
Out the back there.
What you got here?
Any idea?
No, no. No idea.
What's that?
you interested in that one?
- How much?
- Ah, take it.
- You're family, ain't you?
- Yeah.
I suppose I am.
- Could I get out this way?
- Yeah, just right in the back there.
- [ Phone Rings ]
Ta-ta.
- Hello.
- What'd you get?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
- Yeah, nothing.
What do you mean,
" Nothing"?
I mean nothing, Denny.
The opposite of something.
- They drink tea.
- She's lying.
- Well, why would she lie?
- I don't know. you find out.
- How am I gonna find out?
- Well, take a picture.
Climb a drainpipe.
Find out.
I've got-- I've--
I've got a picture.
- you trying to be funny, George?
- I told you, Denny.
She drinks tea.
- you are funny, Georgy.
- Yeah, I am, yeah.
- Get something better.
- What do you mean, " better"?
I mean dirty! Nasty!
Slimy! Kinky!
I don't wanna know
anything about tea.
- All right, then, George?
- All right.
What does
Mortwell want?
He wants to win friends
and influence people.
- How's he do that?
- Through girls like me.
Could I come up?
Got something
to show you.
What?
- I'll show you upstairs. All right?
- All right.
I do deliveries
when I'm not poncin' for you.
- You're not poncin' for me.
- Well, what is it, then?
What kind
of deliveries?
That kind.
Turn it off!
Fuck you, you bastard!
- Who is he?
- What does it matter who it is?
- It's me and a piece of meat!
-Just tell me his name.
- Anderson.
- That's Anderson?
Jesus! Why am I
doing this?
- 'Cause I asked you.
- No, no, no, no.
Because you like me.
you fancy me.
But having me is nothing.
Any prick can have me!
- Shut up!
- I'm screwed by old men so fat...
I have to lift myself
onto them!
[ Shrieks ]
Don't hit me, George!
Nobody hits me!
They can have me,
but they can't hit me!
That fucker did!
Every day!
Every hour
of every day!
Whenever he had
a spare minute!
[Sobbing]
I'm sorry.
you don't understand,
do you?
No.
I don't understand.
What don't I understand?
There are people out there
who like this kind of thing...
and pay him
to get it for them.
If he has Cathy, anyone can have her
for whatever they want.
I thought
that was the idea.
I mean anyone.
Any sadistic bastard
who likes little girls, George.
[Radio ]
My heart
- And the moment
- [Woman Shouting]
I'll make you warm!
I can feel that
[Woman #2 ]
Ain't washed
his bleedin' car, has he?
you feel
that way too
Is when I fall in love
With you
[ Simone Sighs, Moans ]
Channel 4, is it?
Couldn't finish the book,
and you're watchin' this crap?
[ Sighs ]
you used to be my hero, George.
- What's happenin'?
- Don't worry about me.
Aye, well.
Can you get your hero
a gun, Thomas?
What for?
- Remember the horse
that was murdered?
- Yeah.
I did it, and the lawyer's wife
was very upset.
You're not jokin', eh?
When did I ever joke?
you used to tell that one
about the randy gorilla.
Yeah, but no one ever laughed,
though, did they?
It's the way
you tell them.
Yeah.
[Train Cars Clattering]
[Street Vendors Shouting]
[Shouting Continues ]
- you a member?
Three-twenty, please.
- No.
Thanks.
[ Mortwell]
This is very good
for stress, you know.
Very relaxing.
So, this woman says to her husband,
"I'm leaving you. "
He says, "Please, darling, don 't leave me.
I'll buy you a mink coat. "
She says, "I don 't want one.
I'm leaving you. "
"Please don 't leave me, " he says.
"I'll buy you a diamond necklace. "
She says, " I don't want one."
He says, " I 'l I buy you a villa
in the south of France."
She says, " I don't want one."
He says, "What do you want?"
She says, " I want a divorce."
He says, " I wasn't thinkin'
of spendin' that kind of money."
- [ Laughing ]
- [Men Laughing]
[Mortwell]
He wants the blond kid.
Can you get her again?
- Sure. Where?
- Take her to my place.
Number nine,
around 1 2:00.
Okay.
[ Horns Honking ]
[ Tires Screeching ]
- Shit!
- [ Horn Honking]
Oh, come on!
Do you want to put
that cigarette out?
- Why?
- You're in a church.
you a priest?
- What's your name?
- Mary.
Is that better?
What's your name,
Father?
- George.
- Father George.
[Man ]
Yes? Ah-Who is this?
- [ Knocking ]
- [Dead Bolt Turning]
- Ahh--
- Simone? Jesus Christ!
- [ Muffled Shouting ]
- [ Man ]
Get out of here!
- Shut up, you fucking pervert!
- This is a-- Ow!
- This is a private room!
- [ Muffled Shouting ]
- What in the bleedin' hell's goin' on here?
- Get out, George!
- What do you mean?
He's tied you to the bleedin' bed!
- Give him his glasses!
- you said you were respectable.
- I am fucking respectable!
- you bloody bitch, you!
- you watch your fuckin' language!
- George! Stop it, George!
- [ George ] What's
the matter with you?
- [Man ]
Get off!
- George!
- You'd have done well
in fuckin' Auschwitz!
- George!
you old git!
What in the bleedin' hell is this?
you do this all the time, do you?
What made you come here?
Curiosity?
I found her.
Where?
Put your clothes on.
Make yourself respectable.
- Where is she?
- She's with your mate.
-Just a minute!
What the hell is going on here?
- Get off!
- What do you think you're doing?
- Don't--
- [ Shouting ]
- Don't you touch me!
I want to look in your bag
and see what you got in there!
-Jes-- you fucking--
- Get out of here!
- Bloody--
Get after that black--
- Please, get the police.
-Jesus, what was that? What?
- Mace. Mace!
Christ, you don't
need anybody, do ya?
I do. I need you.
So where is she?
- She's with your friend Anderson.
- You've seen her?
In a church.
What'd he meet her in a church for?
It's the one place
no one ever goes.
So where do you
want to go?
Home.
It's all right.
Don't worry.
you rushin' off?
- Where am I gonna rush to?
- Come on up, then.
Haven't you
someone to rush to?
you know I haven't.
- Everyone should have.
- Well, you haven't.
I'm different.
How?
How are you different?
I'm the girl
they rush home from.
Yeah.
- Simone.
- Simone!
[ Simone Screaming ]
[ Anderson Laughing ]
My fuckin' arm!
[ Simone Screaming ]
[ Anderson, George Shouting ]
[George]
Push the button.
- Ow!
- Are you all right?
Yeah, yeah.
Jesus, you know
some nice people.
- He knows where I live, George.
He knows where I live!
- Shut up!
Calm down. Get your keys out.
Come on.
Here, do us a favor.
Scratch my nose.
- You're good at this too, eh?
- I'm good at most things.
- you think he'll be back?
- I don't want to think about it.
you better come
and stay with me.
- Where is this?
- My friend Thomas' place.
He likes detective stories.
Don't you, Thomas?
Eh? Don't worry.
- The dwarf did it again.
- What dwarf?
There's a dwarf who's been
murderin' opera singers.
- Why don't you tell her?
- Aye, that's right.
Apparently this dwarfs
been bumpin' off--
Sorry. I didn't
introduce you.
Thomas,
this is Simone.
- How do you do, Simone?
- Pleased to meet you, Thomas.
- Excuse the hands, eh?
- No problem.
[Thomas] What a bloody mess.
Just move them carburetors
and have a seat.
[ Opera Playing
On Stereo ]
[ Opera Continues ]
Didn't you
like that?
No. you didn't,
did you?
- You're the priest.
- That's right. Father George.
Well, you weren't
meant to.
Where's
your clothes?
- Why are you here?
- Simone sent me.
Remember Simone?
Come on.
Get on my back.
What'd you do
to her, eh?
- What'd you do to her?
- Nothing.
Don't worry, sir.
I'll take care of it for you.
Wind came out
and blew them in again
Poor old Michael Finnegan
begin again
There was an old man
called Michael Finnegan
- He grew whiskers on--
- Don't you know any other songs?
Was an old man
called Michael Finnegan
[ Both ]
He grew whiskers
on his chin-egan
Want a cup of tea?
Come on.
Come on.
you like
ice cream?
It's the only thing
I can eat.
- What you mean?
- you know.
No, I don't know.
I can't take food
anymore. Real food.
Well,
what can you take?
you don't know anything,
do you?
Nah. No, I don't
know anything.
I don't mean to be rude.
I like you.
Oh. I'm glad.
- Do you like me?
- I don't know you, do I?
She likes me.
She really likes me.
I'll, uh-- I'll wait out here, all right?
Thanks, George.
- you like her, don't you?
- Yeah.
- Do you?
- I don't know her, do I?
Let's face it.
You're not a very good bet,
though, are you, George?
Uh-uh.
- [Thomas ] So what
was the story, then?
- Complicated.
More complicated than
the story about the horse?
Much more.
I better be gettin' back, then.
What do you think?
- Yeah, yeah.
- you gonna be all right, then, eh?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[Neighing]
[ Neighing ]
[ Horn Honking,
Tires Screeching ]
- Where is she?
- Here.
- Who is he, then?
- He's a friend of mine.
He's the ice cream man,
Mr. Whippy.
- Left your van outside, have you?
- Shh, shh.
[ Moaning, Crying ]
What's the matter
with her?
Do me a favor, would you?
Get this from a chemist.
Oh, uh, here, listen.
you better have this.
Here you are.
you never know,
do you?
- Thanks.
- you brought the ice cream.
[Man ]
What time is it?
Ten minutes
till 1 2:00.
[ Doorbell Chiming
"The Wedding March" ]
[Door Opening
In TV Program ]
[ Older Man ]
Hello, hello.
- [Young Man ]
Do you do the marrying?
- That's my business.
- I have a $30 wedding--
- She asleep?
Yes.
Like babes in the wood.
[ Conversation Continues
In TV Program ]
I like the seaside.
I 've always
liked the seaside.
- Do you like the seaside?
- Come for a walk on the pier.
[Young Man ]
I'll buy one.
[ Older Man ]
Um, this one will do it.
First you gotta
sign your names.
[ Gulls Screeching ]
Did you used to do
this walk?
Every day.
- With your gentlemen?
- Sometimes.
- [ Calliope Playing]
- Come here.
Come on. Show me
the sights, eh?
Now then, did you dance with them?
Did you waltz, eh?
Did you tango?
Come on.
I'll buy you a present, eh?
Shall we?
Here you are, mate.
[ Laughing ]
Don't run away.
What you think?
Eh? Here.
Beautiful. Cover those
fuckin' eyes, eh?
Told you I was cheap,
didn't I?
Seven years away,
I can do with a tan.
No, come here.
- Don't run away from me.
- Leave me!
you got a tan.
Where'd you get your tan?
Can't I have a tan?
What's wrong with me?
[ George ]
What's the matter?
Am I too old for you?
Am I too cheap?
Eh? you know.
Come on.
Just show me the sights.
you know, get me some Brighton Rock.
That's all I want.
We're on holiday,
aren't we?
We're going to have fun,
like men and women do.
They have fun.
They walk arm in arm,
you know?
- you know? And they all kiss.
- No.
Because they love
each other,
and they get married
so they can love each other more...
and have
a little baby.
Only a little one.
And he fights with
the fuckin' mother-in-law.
you know
the way it is...
between men
and fuckin' women!
- Eh?
- [ Whimpering ]
Come on. Say something.
Anything. Say it.
[ Whimpering ]
I'm sorry. I can't.
- You're worried?
- Yes.
So are you
gonna tell me?
Tell you what?
As my friend Thomas would say,
the whole story.
you like her, don't you?
Of course I like her.
Yeah, but you
like her in that...
special way.
In the songs.
What songs?
Well, I've sold myself
for a couple of dykes.
She needs me, George.
And you needed me
to get her.
you ever need someone?
All the time.
George!
George!
Hey, come on!
Where the fuck
is he?
[Mortwell]
Shh.
you bloody fool,
George.
- you bloody fool.
- Can't you leave it, Denny?
No, George, I can't leave it at all.
Can I, lovey?
Look at this tart.
What'd you do it for,
George?
- I mean, look at her. It's all right.
- [ Gasps ]
I'm not gonna hurt you.
your pimp will do that for me. See?
I'm givin' 'em both
back to you.
- The two of'em.
- [ Simone Shrieks ]
Don't touch me! Don't!
- She's got a gun, George! Ahh!
- [Gunshot]
- [ Screaming ]
- She blew me fuckin' toes off, George!
- [ Simone ]
It hurts now, doesn't it?
- George!
- [ Gunshot]
- It religionists!
- [ Gunshot]
- [ Cathy Screaming]
- Simone!
- [ Cathy Crying]
Hey!
- Come on. Come on.
- What, hurt you too?
you fuckin' cow!
you fuckin' cow!
you would've done it,
wouldn't you?
you would've done it!
I'm just another
fuckin' bugger to you!
[ Sobbing ]
you fuckin' cow.
you fuckin'--
[ Sobbing ]
[ Sobbing ]
[George]
She was trapped.
From the first time
he met her, she was trapped.
Like a bird
in a cage.
But he couldn't see it.
Well, he liked her too much.
And he was the sort who couldn't see
what was in front of his face,
and there she was,
in pain.
When you're soppy
about someone, well,
you can't see things
like that, can you?
And there he was,
soppy sort.
Oh, she had
faith in him.
She believed in him, and he
had a lot of hope for her.
But then
there was love.
Yeah. Yeah, she was
in love, all right.
- Uh-huh.
- She really was.
But not with him.
[ Chuckles ]
- And that's the story.
- That's the whole story?
Well, almost.
- Hello, Dad.
- Comin'. Hello.
How are you?
[ Chuckles ]
You're lookin' well.
Excuse me.
Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa
men have named you
You're so like the lady
with the mystic smile
Is it only
'cause you're lonely
They have blamed you
For that Mona Lisa
strangeness
In your smile
Do you smile
to tempt a lover
Mona Lisa
Or is this your way
To hide a broken heart
Many dreams
Have been brought
to your doorstep
They just lie there
And they die there
Are you warm
Are you real
Mona Lisa
Or just a cold
and lonely
Lovely work of art

Do you smile
to tempt a lover
Mona Lisa
Or is this your way
To hide a broken heart
Many dreams
Have been brought
to your doorstep
They just lie there
And they die there
Are you warm
Are you real
Mona Lisa
Or just a cold
and lonely
Lovely work of art
Mona Lisa
Mona Lisa