Dirty Pretty Things

Ryanair final call|for passenger Wilton,

travelling to Brussels,|Charleroi, on flight FR 1014.

Please proceed immediately|to departure gate 6,

where this flight|is now closing.

Do you want a car?|L10, theatre land?

Car? London?

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You want a taxi?

Buckingham Palace.

No-one.

Would you like a car, sir?

Are you from Sajit?

I'm not here|to meet you in particular,

but I am here to rescue those|let down by the system.

- OK, let's go.|- I'm over there.

Hey, Okwe, how are you, man?

- Who's next?|- 2-9.

Hey, my turn now.

Let's me go.

Hey!

- Your name is now Mohammed.|- Thank you, Okwe.

Hurry up now, man. Come|quick, quick, quick, quick.

Quick, now.

That b*tch!

This sh*t dustbin city.

So... What, Okwe?

Amoxycillin.

You get that in Boots|all right, or not?

- From a doctor.|- You're a doctor.

I'm a driver.

Look, they say|you're a doctor, right?

You get me something now.

I can't piss fire another day,|man.

I'm a driver.

It's for my wife's sake.|You know what I mean?

OK... So, I'll get you|all the jobs in south London.

OK, I'll see what I can do.

Let me kiss you, Okwe.

Maybe in return|you can get some soap.

Early is as bad as late, Okwe.

Hello, Front Desk.

No, I'm afraid the kitchen|is closed from midnight.

I'm sorry.

Goodnight, madam.

Senay, perhaps today|I can cook you lunch?

No, Okwe.

- So, it's true what they say?|- What is true?

They say you and the Turkish|girl are nesting like birds.

I rent her couch.

In the morning,|when she's working here.

We're never there at the same|time. She has... rules.

You know she's a Muslim,|which means she's a virgin.

Like a little angel.

Ivan, I think|there's someone at the door.

Can you believe it?

One of the f***ers wanted|to put me on his Visa card!

Oh, my bloomin' feet!

Lucky I don't work standing up!

What?

Don't they have hookers|where you come from?

Where are you from?

Somewhere with lions, I bet.

I like lions.

Right... Oh, yeah.

You might want to send someone|to check on the room.

- There is a problem?|- How should I know?

I don't exist, do I?

See you tomorrow.

What's that? You're stealing|stuff already, huh?

Guy before you used to take|whole pigs from the freezer.

But you'd better hide it.|If Sneaky sees that...

Speak of the f***ing devil!

Where's the greeter here?

This f***ing place!

Hey! Instead of smoking,|you clean this place up!

Okwe! Everything is all right?

What's this? Lunch?

It was blocking the lavatory|in room 510.

It is a heart.

- A human heart.|- What?

What the f*** do you know|about hearts, Okwe?

Perhaps you should telephone|the police.

Police? You think|I should call the police?

Senor Juan, someone is dead.

OK. You speak to them.

You found it.|You do the talking.

I will introduce you.

What's your full name, Okwe?

And you never told me|where you are from.

Or even how come you are here|in this beautiful country.

Hello? Police?

Yeah, I've got somebody|who wants to talk to you.

Hello? Hello?

You will learn, Okwe.

The hotel business|is about strangers.

And strangers will always|surprise you, you know.

They come to hotels in|the night to do dirty things.

And in the morning,

it's our job to make things|look pretty again.

For your trouble.

You think if you don't take|the money, you are innocent?

Take it.|Do something nice with it.

No.

It came to me last night|in a flash of inspiration.

I can see.

- That's a good move.|- Ah!

Guo Yi,|there's something I need.

Amoxycillin? You got the clap?

No. My boss.

- Which one?|- They're all the same.

In this country,|the health service is free.

You still driving cabs|in the day?

You're going to kill yourself.

I do not care to sleep.

When you go quiet,|it means you've won already.

Go on, Okwe. Don't be nice.

It makes it worse.

Well, sh*t.

You want Chinese|or English tea?

Chinese.

Don't know|how you drink that stuff.

I found it on a body. It's|blown my head wide open.

You should read it.

Medicine for your soul, Okwe,

Guo Yi,|today I also found something.

In a lavatory,

in one of the hotel rooms.|Someone's heart.

A heart. A human heart.

I'm only telling you|because you are a rational man.

Maybe there's an explanation.

Maybe some guy with one of|the girls had a heart attack.

Rooms are down as empty,

so the Spanish guy|had to get rid of the body.

- Hotels hate dead people.|- It was a healthy heart.

So your boss was right.|Somebody brought it with them.

- Who carries human organs?|- Lots of people.

- Name someone.|- Me, OK? Me.

I do it all the time.

I take my work home.

What I'm saying is, I could,|if I was weird.

And this is a weird city.

Why would anyone do that|to a human heart?

These sound to me|like questions.

I don't ask questions|after eleven years here,

and I'm a certified refugee.

You're an illegal, Okwe.|You don't have a position here.

You have nothing.|You are nothing.

You wait outside.|I'll go get you those pills.

Stick to helping people|who can be helped.

Fresh stuff.

Thank you.

Having only one key|is making this impossible.

I do not want you coming in|when I am there.

At the hotel we are friends.|I am no different here.

How would it look, Okwe?

So it is better I always|chase you down the street?

Wait five minutes,|then knock the door.

Knock very, very quietly.

Yes?

Did you clean on the fifth|floor yesterday morning?

Nothing works!

Senay, did you clean room 510|yesterday?

What the hell are you|talking about the hotel for?

Water, water, water!

I was wondering if there was|a problem in 510 yesterday.

You can fix these things?

Okwe,

you can fix...?

They were not clean.

- Glasses need very hot water.|- So do women.

Everything here is connected|to everything else.

Okwe, in Africa it is the men|who cook and clean?

This came for you.

- Why did you not tell me?|- I just told you.

You have friends in New York?

Your postcard.

I have a cousin.

Ever since I was small,|she has written to me.

I sometimes wish London|was more like New York.

It would be easy|to drive a cab there.

You have been to New York?

- And you came back?|- I lived there for a time.

In the winter,|they put lights in the trees.

Is that true?

And you can skate in the parks.

And some of the policemen|ride white horses.

Not all of them, but some.

- What did you do there?|- I worked in a hospital.

- You were a cleaner?|- I was there to study.

So, why are you working|in a hotel?

It is an African story.

I've noticed you never answer|yes or no.

You are very strange.

You drink wine, Senay?

Do you want to know|why I left Turkey?

Because you wanted to live|like your cousin?

No, because I do not want|to live like my mother.

- Yes.|- Yes, what?

I do drink wine.

This is a recipe from Nigeria.

In Nigeria they do many|interesting things with pork.

But of course, I used lamb.

Take one three times a day.

Avoid alcohol.

In here. Come.

It's all right.

So she's a popular lady.

My warriors cannot work|with rotten balls.

My friend is just a porter|in the hospital crematorium.

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