Gregory's Girl Page #4

by 3:
00 Friday.

-Is that understood?

-Yes, sir.

I'm sorry I'm early.

Have a seat, Mr. Menzies.

There's a girl

on the football team.

Uh, well, yes and no.

-Yes and no?

-Yes.

What do you mean?

Well, we could have a girl

on the football team...

if we wanted one.

Do we want one?

Well...

I think it's a wonderful idea.

Terrific!

Yes,

and she's a great wee player.

She won't hold the team back

one little bit.

One possible problem area--

the showers.

What happens about the showers?

Oh, she'll bring her own soap.

And you'll undertake

to keep everything aboveboard?

Oh. Oh, yes, uh-huh.

Most definitely.

-Carry your bag for you?

-I can't see you today.

I've got to go up

to the big school.

-What for?

-Oh, family trouble.

Is it Gregory?

Guess what?

He's fallen in love.

That's big trouble.

Well, maybe I can see you

later on.

-Right. Bye-bye.

-Bye.

Cigarette?

Waitin' for somebody?

You're not givin' much away.

There's 2,000 people in there.

Gregory, fourth year.

Oh, Steve's pal.

Are you Gregory's girl?

I'm Madeline.

She's fancied me

since first year.

She's after my body.

I might have to give in.

Why don't you come up

and see me sometime?

Hey, hey, watch the jacket!

I had to wet-wash and polish

eighty-four windows for this.

That's some job. Do you get

danger money for that?

No, but if I die...

my mother gets her windows

washed for nothing...

for twenty-five years,

inside and out.

I'll tell you

what you need danger money for.

It's the women.

There's something about

window cleaners...

that just turns 'em on.

Especially

at that Loganville estate...

you know,

the private houses?

They spend too much time

on their own up there.

So we turn up once a week,

singing songs, telling jokes...

-Washing the windows?

-Right, washing the windows.

Then before you know it,

round the back door...

"Hello, darlin',

can you give us some hot water?"

I don't get it.

Hot water? Is that a code?

No.

It's for washin' the windows...

but that's just to get

the conversation goin'.

Anything can happen after that.

I suppose the worse

that could happen...

is they could give you

some hot water.

Yeah, that sometimes happens.

We saw a great thing last week--

you know,

a nurse up at the hostel--

tits, bum, panties, the lot.

Oh, I can see that fifty times

a day through a window.

It's contact's the thing.

Doin' it.

-Have you done it?

-Eleven times.

-In the one night?

-No, at different times.

There's something new

always crops up.

What d'ya mean?

Stuff like foreplay?

Foreplay is important

as long as you know...

it's leading up to something.

Otherwise,

it's just fooling around.

-I'll see you guys later, right?

-See you, Billy.

Bye-bye, Madeline. If I don't

see you through the week...

I'll see you

through a window, eh?

Oh, they grow up fast,

don't they?

Ten years old, with the body

of a woman of thirteen.

You need some new trousers.

These baggy ones are awful.

I'll talk to mum about it.

Blue ones, Italian.

If you're going to start

falling in love...

you'll have to start

taking care of yourself.

Are Italians good dressers?

Yeah. They make nice trousers.

They've got style.

I was talking to Steven's sister

about Dorothy.

She's very attractive.

I knew you'd fall for that type.

She's quarter Italian.

Don't get too serious about her

if you can help it.

You asked her out yet?

I can help you.

I can tell you things.

I'm a girl.

You were nice to me...

when other boys

hated their sisters.

If it was brown, it would be OK.

Not enough brown in it.

There's a dark brown.

Well, the gray

was quite nice, too.

You don't think about colors,

do you?

If you don't take an interest

in yourself...

how can you expect other people

to be interested in you?

Talk to Dorothy. Ask her out.

She won't say no, I'll bet you.

But don't treat her too special.

You're too romantic.

It could scare a girl off.

What kind of things

should I say?

For goodness sake,

don't plan it.

Don't think about it.

Do it!

So I should think less about

love and more about colors?

You've got it.

What would you like?

Ginger beer and lime juice

with ice cream, please...

but don't stir it.

Coffee, please.

Black or white?

Brown.

They don't do blue coffees here,

Madeline.

This isn't Italy. No style.

Do you dream about her?

That means you love her.

It's the one you have

the dreams about that counts.

Who do you dream about?

Just ginger beer and ice cream.

I'm still a little girl,

remember?

That looks nice. Is it?

Yeah. The nicest part is

just before you taste it--

your mouth goes all tingly--

but that can't go on forever.

I'm adding a proportionate

amount of sugar...

which is two to one, but I think

that's going a little far...

Do you know anything

about Italians?

Excellent seafood

in the northwest.

Some of their regional

pasta dishes are good, too--

good with salads,

very stylish all 'round.

Whoa, whoa!

Go easy with the sugar, lady.

Food, food, food!

Is that all you think about?

You're unnatural, pal.

You're a freak!

You eat it, don't you?

I've never seen you turn your

nose up for anything I've made.

Hours and hours I've spent...

making you

lovely, lovely things...

and all it means to you

in the end is food?

Look, pal, I don't know

whether you've noticed...

but I'm going through a crisis.

Of course, I've noticed,

but what do you want me to do?

The whole world's got problems.

You're just obsessed...

by a beautiful, young,

unattainable girl.

So what?

Stop saying things

like obsessed, unattainable.

-It's love!

-OK, it's love.

Go and attain her then,

sweep her off her feet.

Oh, I forgot.

You're the goalkeeper.

She's the sweeper.

Look, one key question--

have you spoken to her?

Asked her for a date?

Anything?

Well, do it, then complain.

If I get a date,

can I borrow your white jacket?

Maybe that's her.

I wonder if Maddie's in.

You mean Madeline.

She's out with her mother.

That's a shame. I thought

we could go for a walk.

-Maybe I could wait.

-No. They'll be ages.

Maybe she could phone me

later on. She has my number.

Who are you anyway?

You're talking about

my sister...

and she doesn't go out for walks

with anybody.

What's the idea,

coming to people's doors...

seducing people's sisters?

Act your age.

Go and break some windows...

demolish some phone boxes.

-See, when I was your age--

-You're Gregory, aren't you?

How you feeling? Everything OK?

Ha ha! There's nothing wrong

with me, son.

You're the one that should be

worried, seducing children.

You're a freak!

You're heading for big trouble.

Underage walks, dates--

you'll run out of vices

before you're twelve...

if you don't slow down.

Go on, piss off.

OK, Gregory. Fair enough.

Richard's the name.

Ask Maddie to call me anyway.

The name's Madeline!

Go on, piss off!

Get.

I had that dream again

last night.

That's four nights in a row.

That's really good, that.

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