Mona Lisa Page #3

What was that all about?

Well, come on.

Not here. Come on inside.

Where did you learn

to do that?

Picked it up

along the way.

- How do you know him?

- Like you. Along the way.

I used to work that street.

[Pouring Water]

- Who's Anderson?

- Anderson?

Yeah.

Anderson is a ponce.

A pimp.

- your ponce?

- An animal born in a butcher shop.

- But have you got a ponce now?

- No.

- [ Clinks ]

- Got you.

Did he

knock you about?

He used to adjust

my face. Yes.

Why didn't you leave?

He told me he'd cut me up.

Then he'd tell me

I was wonderful.

What,

in the same breath?

Yeah.

That's what

a good ponce does.

He drives flashy cars and lives in a room

with a paraffin heater.

Had a friend then.

He ran the two of us.

She was younger than me.

Beautiful.

She had a habit,

and that's why I stayed.

One day, I couldn't

take it any longer.

Met a man with a gold ring

who took me to Brighton.

When I woke up,

he was gone.

I didn't mind.

Saw the sea outside.

Met another on the pier,

and that paid the hotel bill.

Stayed the whole summer.

Even managed to save.

I came back to London.

Met the man

with the gold ring again.

Learned about

the West End hotels then...

and a different world.

I took a taxi around that street

to look for Cath.

But she was gone.

If you last a year and a half

on that street, you're lucky.

I was lucky.

I got out.

Cathy.

Her name's Cathy.

- Uh-huh.

- She's a Londoner.

She has a tattoo

on her hand, there.

I promised

I'd look after her.

Things can happen

out there.

Out where?

On the streets,

in the clubs.

I can't go down,

but you could.

I'll pay you.

- How?

- Anyway I can.

I want to find her.

you know the way it is.

Yeah.

You're a good man,

Mr. George.

How can you tell?

I can tell.

Will you

think about it?

Yeah,

I'll think about it.

- Promise?

- I promise.

Good night, Mr. George.

Good night.

Thanks for the drink.

Turn the lights out.

- What do you think?

- What happened to the spaghetti?

- Went like hotcakes.

- What are you gonna do with that?

I'm working on it.

- You're mad.

- you think so?

Of course I do.

Christ.

What's happened

to you, George?

I've grown up, Thomas.

- Time to look like other people.

- You'll never look like other people, George.

F***.

Is that true?

- Well, she don't think so.

- Aye? What's she up to?

She's not up to anything.

She's a friend of mine.

She's gotta be up to something.

What do you think this lot costs?

Well, she's a woman of substance.

She's a lady.

I thought you said

she was a tart.

- Tall, thin, black tart.

- Well, maybe,

but she's still

a f***in' lady.

Sorry about the language.

Nice car.

- Can I get in then?

- Come on.

- Boys are jealous.

- They friends of yours?

- Sort of.

- Come on. Get in.

you made a right mess-up

that day, Dad.

Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry.

- So you should be.

- What'd your mum say?

- She don't talk about you.

- Never?

Dad, why did you leave?

- Did she tell you?

- No.

Well, I'm not gonna

tell you either.

Go on. Please?

Oh. I was a bad lot.

I'll tell you someday.

Are you still

a bad lot?

It's not for me to say, is it?

- A regular couple.

- Yes, dear.

Sit down.

He's lonely.

Oh. Wait a minute.

That's it.

Gotta look our best.

All that time

I was searchin'

Nowhere to run to

It started me thinking

Wonderin' what I

could make of my life

And who'd be waiting

Askin' all kinds

of questions

To myself

But never finding

the answers

Crying at

the top of my lungs

And no one listenin'

All this time

I still remember

everything you said

Uh-huh

There's so much

you promised

How could I ever forget

Listen

you know I love you

but I just can't take this

you know I love you

but I'm playin' for keeps

Although I need you

I'm not gonna make this

you know I want you

but I'm in too deep

Got your ticket?

Yeah, yeah.

- Drink?

- No. No, thanks.

Look, if you got a ticket,

then you got to have a drink.

- Where?

- Over here.

- All right.

Can feel your eyes

go through me

But I don't know why

- How much is that?

- Five pounds.

What, after the three pound

I just paid to get in?

I don't make

the rules.

It's like we never knew

each other at all

[Bartender]

Do you want someone to join you?

Have you got any blondes?

What do you think?

Very nice.

I almost believed you

All this time

I still remember

everything you said

Uh-huh

Any chance

of a cup of tea?

- How could I ever forget

- Piss off.

Listen

you know I love you

but I just can't take this

you know I love you

but I'm playin' for keeps

Although I need you

I'm not gonna make this

you know I want you

but I'm in too deep

So listen, listen to me

I could feel your eyes

close to me

Don't worry.

It's disinfectant.

George. I didn't know

you were kinky.

- I 'm not.

- What you doin' here, then?

- I 'm looking for a girl.

- Oh, yeah?

No, no, not that kind of girl.

She's a young girl called Cath--

- Young, eh?

- Yeah.

- Blond?

- Yeah, she's blond, and she's got, um--

- She's got a little tattoo there.

- Ah. Young, blond Cathy.

- Yeah, that's right.

- Come back in a couple

of hours, George.

- What, here?

- No. The Go-Go.

- See what I can do for you.

- All right.

Thanks, Terry. See ya.

Couple of hours.

Now I want

to spend my life

Just carin' about

somebody else

Listen, you know I love you

but Ij ust can't take this

Look after him, baby.

He's Okay.

Show's on now.

Come and have a look. Come on.

[ Woman ]

you wanna do anything?

No, I don't want to.

I 'm just coming to see a mate.

Terry. you know him?

Oh, here he is.

Hello, George.

- you have any luck?

- Yeah. I found her for you.

- Yeah? Cathy?

- Yeah. The blond.

Yeah. What, her?

No, no. The young one.

I'm a bit surprised, though, George.

- Why?

- She's very young.

Look, love, do me a favor.

Go away, will ya? Leave me alone.

Well, you know the way it is.

Yeah.

I know how it is, George.

Tim will take you up there,

all right?

Tim.

- Been busy?

- Yeah.

- Tourists?

- Yeah. The Japanese.

Ah.

Cathy.

Twenty minutes.

Hello. My name's Cathy.

What's yours?

George.

Don't you want to come and

sit down next to me, George?

- Where you from, love?

- I'm from here.

No. Listen.

D-Don't. Don't. Don't.

- you have to tell me what you want.

- Yeah, well, I want to talk.

Shh! He's listening.

- He'll be angry if you

don't come out happy.

- But I am happy.

He thinks I'm no good,

but I am good, aren't I, George?

Yeah. Yeah, you're--

Yeah, you're very good. Wonderful.

Doesn't mean we can't talk,

though, does it?

Where'd you get

these bruises?

I told you.

He gets angry.

Where are you from, love?

I'm from Ireland.

Oh, sh*t.

No. No, no, no, no.

Look, it's no good.

I'm looking for someone else.

Don't say that, George.

Please don't say that.

What do you--

What do you mean?

- you mean he'll hit you again?

- Hmm.

Look, he won't

hit you again, Cathy.

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