Dirty Pretty Things Page #4

Please.

Sister.

Help me, brother.

Stop acting|like you've got a choice.

Please!

- Put on your clothes.|- Please, no!

You came here|in the back of a truck,

but you are going home|in chains!

They'll deliver you like meat!

The whole world is wrong,|except you, Okwe?

What?

You are going to cut me up,

and flush me away?

I really, really don't know|you at all, do I?

- This is Senay. A friend.|- I am not your friend.

- She has been out all night.|- I'd rather freeze to death,

than go into that building|again.

There are mornings|I feel the same.

- Come, Senay, it's cold.|- It is the house of the dead.

They are all dead.

Maybe this will help.

My cousin has a room,|in Chinatown.

I guess there's space for two.

You know, Okwe, good at chess|usually means bad at life.

You do realise that she's|in love with you, don't you?

I've been with her|twenty minutes, and I know it.

But then, I'm bad at chess.

There is something|I must tell you.

- This is your religion?|- I have no religion.

You have stopped|chewing the leaf.

I can see from your eyes.

Do you know, Okwe,|your eyes are quite pretty?

- You are not bad looking.|- Listen to me.

I come to this churchyard|often.

I come here to be alone,|and to think about my wife.

So now you see.

What do I see?

You should not see me any more.

Do you love her?|Do you love her?

There is a room|above a restaurant.

The lmmigration police|do not dare go into Chinatown.

Here is some money|for the rent I owe you.

There is more for the trouble|I have caused you.

- Okwe, do you love her?|- Love?

For you and I,|there is only survival.

It is time you woke up|from your stupid dream.

Yes?

Are you going on holiday|or something?

Senor Juan...

- Senor Juan...|- America, maybe?

Come on, you cleaned up|their sh*t so long.

Now, you can be one of them.

Who is it?

It's me. I got some paperwork.

OK. How old are you?

Twenty-two.

How old do you want to be?

Twenty-two.

Hey, come on, relax. I can|make you whatever you want.

You want to be|Spanish or Greek?

Italian.

- You need a new name.|- Isabella Encarico.

- You're sure that's Italian?|- She owns a cafe in New York.

OK, you are at New York|lmmigration. What's your name?

Isabella Fontanna Encarico.

- How old are you?|- Twenty-two.

- Where were you born?|- Napoli.

- Where in Napoli?|- Aranella.

Right.

The trick, Senay,

is to believe you are|the new person.

If you believe it inside, the|lmmigration will believe it.

Drink?

What are you afraid of?|Okwe's gone.

Got scared and go away.

Go to hell!

This is hell.

I'm helping you to get away.

Take off you robe.|Come on, come on.

Hey, hey, stop that!

Stop that!

I can't believe it.

I'm arguing|like you are my f***ing wife.

Let me explain something.

Your robe now

is what the Americans|call a "deal breaker".

So...

No.

You are this close to New York|and you said no.

Wait.

I want the whole thing.|That's the deal.

Take it or leave it.

You do not see me.

You just do.

Take it or leave it.

So it wasn't so bad, huh?

Nothing to cry about.

I'm not crying.

If you'd told me|it was the first time,

I'd have cut a ribbon.

I can't believe|Okwe never f***ed you.

You kind of love him, huh?

Women love men most|who don't love them back.

Well, you had a lucky escape.

You know why he ran away?

Because I found out|that in Africa,

he murdered his own wife.

You don't eat or drink|for 24 hours, OK?

Doctor's orders.

Senay is here?

I will need a pill.

There is a pill you can take|the morning after.

You are a doctor.

At least you can get me a pill.

I won't allow you|to butcher her.

You won't allow?

I will operate on her myself.

- You'll do what?|- I will do it.

It is the only way I can be|sure she will not die.

In return, I want a passport.|A new identity.

Well, holy sh*t!

So you are human?

I will bring you our|photographs tomorrow morning.

Hi. I'm Juliette.|I'm a friend of Okwe's.

He said that you needed these.

So, he did not care enough|to bring them himself.

Oh, Okwe's an angel.

There. Never happened.

So... What did happen?

Before, I was a virgin.

Jesus!

Mohammed.

What a pair!

The virgin and the whore.

The doctor needs a good car.

Take it.|Last time you were lucky.

Black is black.

Wash these again, please.

Boil, boil, eh?

Hot, hot!

Jose!

So,|this is how you do it right?

There can be no guarantee|against E Coli.

Mmm!

Wonderful!

No, no, no, no.

Passports.|It's something I do right.

No parking.

Okwe wants me to wait here.

I gave her a sedative|an hour ago.

She's only in a deep sleep.

But now you are here,

I can administer|the anaesthetic.

Now I'm here?

You are going to be|my assistant, Senor Juan.

What the f*** is this?

I have noticed that if you do|not drink, your hands shake.

When you pass the scalpel,

I do not want you|to cut off my fingers.

When will they come to collect?

If you faint|during the operation,

I have half an hour before the|kidney begins to deteriorate.

They come to the laundry bay.|Back of the kitchen.

- You'd better start.|- Go and scrub your hands.

Yes. Professional!

It's decided.|It's f***ing decided!

You and me|are going into business.

You know washing dishes?

You know,|when you forget on Friday

and come in Monday,|and there is a pan with sauce?

White... green... sh*t.

That... is...

Jesus!|Was I speaking English then?

What you say?

...don't understand it,|how the ice will help.

It'll make you last longer,|babe.

I don't want to last longer.|It's not even pay-day.

All right, make you harder.

Think what happens to water|when it freezes, eh?

There.

- Get a bucket.|- Bucket?

Come on!

You have removed kidneys before?

Many times.

In pathology.

What is pathology?

It means the patient|is already dead.

Did he tell you things|about me, Senay?

No.

Let me wipe your brow, doctor.

Juliette, put the ice|on the bed and put on the gown.

Take the bag.

Squeeze. Gently.

We must go and scrub up.

Cold tonight, huh?

On a night like this,|who would want so much ice?

You are Pylades.

Pylades was the boatman

who ferried the souls|to the land of the dead.

If you didn't put a coin

under the tongue|of your dead relative,

Pylades wouldn't take them|to Hades.

No matter how good|you had been in your life.

Knife.

- Jesus!|- You are not allowed to faint.

Pass me the ice.

- Is that it, then?|- No, I must sew him up.

Why?

Fetch me stitches.

Will you go and check|there is no-one else waiting?

Yeah.

Where's Senor Juan?

He's drunk.

How come I've never seen|you people before?

Because we are the people|you do not see.

We are the ones|who drive your cabs.

We clean your rooms,

and suck your c*cks.

In one hour, call an ambulance.

Send them up to room 510.

Juliette?

- Thank you.|- Sssh! It's OK.

One hour, OK?

Handa? Handa, it's me, Senay.

You hear|how good my English is?

I'm coming to New York.|I'm coming to New York!

My hands are shaking.

So are mine. I don't have|a driver's licence.

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