Mona Lisa Page #2

- 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, f***. 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.

- F***ing 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 f***ing out, lady!

Now tell me I'm fired.

- All right. You're fired.

- Lovely.

I'm fired,

and you're streetwalkin'.

- [Horn Honking]

- F*** 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 f***in' 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 f***ing 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 f*** off, man,

and you take your

f***ing 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 n*gger--

- Watch your f***ing language!

- [ Women Screaming]

Stop it! Go on!

Get f***ing out of here!

Leave him, George!

[ Women Yelling ]

So tell me.

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