Half Moon Street
- R
- Year:
- 1986
- 90 min
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Watch where you're going,
you silly cow!
Jesus Christ.
Welcome to London,
Dr. Slaughter...
and to the Institute for Middle
Eastern Strategic Studies.
Dr. Slaughter has
a Ph.D. from Harvard...
and comes to us after
Now, I don't have
to remind you...
how important it is
for our institute...
to maintain its
special relationship...
with the Arab world.
We're dependent upon
its good will...
and its generosity...
for the funding of all
our research projects.
So think of yourselves
as ambassadors...
bridge builders...
friends.
You owe me the money,
Nigel, and I want it.
Ask me nicely, then.
Why should I?
Everything is in
the lawyer's hands.
The divorce papers
are going through.
Nigel, I have to pay my rent.
If you can't afford it,
get something smaller.
Smaller?
It's a bed-sitter, Nigel.
look like a palace.
You used to say
your surroundings...
didn't matter
as long as I was around.
Did I? Well,
I must have been in love.
Don't worry.
It won't happen again.
Julian, I know it's very
un-British to ask this...
but how do you manage?
Manage?
On $150 a week.
You mean you're living
on your Institute salary?
What are you living on?
My father has a small
merchant bank, actually.
Well, bully for you.
What about the rest of us?
Grants, scholarships.
Lauren, it's considered
to be a good job.
Julian, where I come from...
a good job is a job
that pays well.
Why don't you apply for
What's that?
Well, every year
the Kuwaitis select...
someone from the Institute
to do field research for them.
First-class travel,
limitless expenses...
Sounds too good to be true.
Why haven't you applied?
I have.
Last week's car bombing
of yet another...
Libyan exile in London,
Halfif Hassan...
has underlined
the dangerous mood...
of the unpredictable
Arab leader.
Because of the rising tide
of terrorist violence...
Lord Bulbeck,
Britain's leading expert...
has stepped up his contacts...
among the moderate Arab states.
Lord Bulbeck,
the international lawyer...
has been asked by
the Prime Minister...
and several
interested parties...
to come in as an impartial
negotiator and observer.
Lindsay!
-Lindsay, come here!
-What is it now?
This place is really
falling apart.
Calm down, Lauren. Ill fix it.
Lindsay, that will only hold
until my next shower.
You know, I do this twice a day.
Why don't you just call
a goddamn plumber...
and really fix it?
No money for a plumber,
and you owe me two weeks rent.
You bloodsucker, Lindsay.
You could hock that video.
And you, Doctor,
you could hock your ass.
Just call the plumber,
Lindsay...
or you'll have another
Notting Hill riot on your hands.
A white one!
You didn't touch your quail.
l don't eat dead animals.
Do you eat them alive,
Dr. Slaughter?
Im a vegetarian.
I guessed as much.
I don't smoke, either.
What do you do, Mr. Van Arkady?
Oh, Im one of these
boring bankers.
Anglo-Arab Investment Trust.
All those boring petrodollars.
What do you do?
Obviously, you're not a banker.
Right now, Im lobbying
like hell...
to get on a field trip
to Kuwait--
care of the Middle
Eastern Institute.
That's where I work.
Im impressed.
Don't be. We're only
paid $150 a week.
-That's not much.
-No.
If there's anything I can do--
that's what bankers are for.
China? Now,
breeding like rabbits.
You're wrong, Lady Newhouse.
What do you mean, Im wrong?
There are over a billion now.
That's official.
You're both wrong.
There are only
2 people in China...
and I know both of them.
2 people in China? I love it.
OK. If there are
2 people in China...
how many are there in the world?
There are 5,000 people
in the world.
That's it--5,000.
And I suppose, Mr. Van Arkady,
that you've met them all.
Five thousand?
That's all that counts?
What about
the starving millions?
A million isn't a number
in any real sense.
There's murder in nature.
Millions are dying right now--
starved, bombed, in camps.
Nobody gives a damn.
You may deplore it,
but it's a fact.
Those 5,000--who are they?
How many of them are...British?
Forty-five.
-German?
-Sixty.
African?
None, and more Arabs
than you might think...
but they're all here in London.
I suppose the rest are American.
And naturally, Mr. Van Arkady,
you're one of the 5,000.
Bien entendu.
Tell me, how many are women?
-Interested, aren't we?
-Very.
Well, since we're on
the subject of women...
shall we go and have our coffee?
Im going to miss you.
Im not going anywhere.
You don't understand.
You're being summoned.
Ladies to the loo
and baby talk...
whilst we men pass the port
and smoke cigars.
That sucks.
That's London, my dear.
Julian, have you heard anything
from the Kuwait Embassy?
They keep giving me
the run-around.
-About the field trip?
-Yeah.
It hasn't been decided yet.
About that Kuwait trip...
shouldn't I write and
confirm your travel dates?
I suppose, yes.
I didn't know it was so soon.
Well, just draft a letter,
and Ill sign it.
Well...
Good news.
-Good night, Lauren.
-Good night, Julian.
Dr. Slaughter.
This came for you.
Special delivery.
Thank you.
This young woman
earns $200 an hour.
Her takings for a single week...
might be several
thousand pounds.
She is one of a growing
number of young women...
who work in London's
newest industry...
the escort service...
grossing several million pounds
monthly, most of it tax-free.
The Jasmine Agency
has been operating...
for 3 years from their
offices on Pont Street.
It dispatches dozens of girls...
to wealthy customers
all over London...
every night of the year.
Do you take credit cards?
What's that sh*t
you're watching?
I don't believe this.
He has been a mercenary
in the Congo...
Sounds like it's pretty funny.
More than you think.
This is Madame Cybele.
the Hotel Bristol, Beirut...
though her duties there
were somewhat obscure.
Oh, no.
Lindsay!
Get out--get out of the way!
I was expecting to get there...
...was sentenced to 6
years for manslaughter...
and 2 years for
disposing of the body.
What can I get you, Love?
Nothing. Lindsay,
I can't take it anymore.
You've got to fix that shower.
Why should I fix the shower?
Its your shower, too.
You fix it.
Lord Bulbeck, well-known
international jurist...
whose services have
been used before...
was a surprise visitor
to number 10...
But I don't have any money.
I mean, I don't have any money.
But you've got this ritzy job
at some institution.
Institute. Ritzy, my ass.
Look at this.
''The Future of Opec,
by General Sir George Newhouse.''
-I wrote this article.
-It don't say that.
He took my piece,
he changed 3 lines...
and he put his name on it.
Look, man, at least you're
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