The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover Page #8

if there were no witnesses?

If you loved him, that does not seem

to be a very necessary question.

Yes, it does! Tell me what you know!

What I saw was what you let me see.

Of course it was.

How could I know that it was real

unless someone else was watching?

Tell me what you saw.

Or are you ashamed to tell me?

No.

I saw him kissing you

on the mouth,

on the neck,

behind your ear.

I saw him undressing you.

I saw him kissing your breasts.

I saw him put his hand between your legs.

And what did you see me do?

I saw you kiss him on the mouth.

I saw you lying under him

on the floor of the pantry.

I saw him take you from behind.

I saw you take his penis in your mouth.

I saw you...

Do lovers always behave like that?

My parents behaved like that.

They did?

You saw them?

And lovers in the cinema

sometimes behave like that.

No, that doesn't count.

And in my fantasy,

lovers always behave like that.

Were you jealous?

Did we make you jealous?

Did you want to join us?

- If you did, help me now.

- Georgina, no.

In memory of us making love in your kitchen

and in your fantasies, help me now.

No.

In memory of your parents making love,

help me now.

Georgina, no!

People I like learn my name too late.

Too late?

Cook Michael for me.

No.

This was his favourite restaurant.

It's also mine.

Cook Michael for me.

If I did,

who would ever eat here again?

How can I make you change your mind?

Do you want to make love with me?

You can do what he did.

How can I persuade you?

You can't. You may have loved him...

You know I did, you saw me.

But you don't have to eat him, Georgina.

Do you... do you have some idea

that by eating him

he can become part of you?

You can't believe that by eating him

you can always be together!

I'm not eating him.

- Albert is.

- Albert?

There's 11,000. It's Michael's.

Put your money away.

Where is he?

What's going on here?

Why do I suddenly have to come in

to my own restaurant like a stranger?

Special invitations.

Which I might say

could've gone to a better printer.

I have to bang on the door like an outcast.

Well, well, well.

Georgina Duckles.

What brings you here, you b*tch?

I'm very surprised you so brazenly

show your face here, you slut.

Where you been, Georgina?

Albert has been frantic.

Shut up, Grace. Find me a drink.

Happy anniversary, Albert.

I'll bloody kill you

for what you did to me!

- You should find that easy.

- Don't think I'm taking you back.

I'll make you pay, you slut.

Your bottom's going to be

very, very sore for weeks.

No more books for you, girl.

You're staying in under lock and key.

There's going to be no more books

or prick-sniffing for you, girl.

Happy anniversary, Albert.

What are you talking about,

Happy anniversary?

It's not my birthday.

No, that's true, but it's an anniversary

that I shall always celebrate,

even if you won't.

And you won't.

What are you talking about?

Where is everybody?

They'll be here presently.

- Look, Georgina.

- What?

- It's all over now.

- What is?

Grace, just go and look

out of a window or something.

Oh.

Mitchel, bugger off out of it.

Look, Georgina, when the others arrive...

Where are they?

It says nine o'clock on the invitation.

- Where are they gonna sit?

- They'll be here presently.

Look, Georgina, you didn't...

didn't really like him, did you?

I mean, how could you like

a bloody book-keeper, a nobody?

I tell you what. I'll try...

We'll.. we will forget it, eh?

Eh? Come home with me.

Tell you the truth, Georgie,

I've been a bit miserable.

- Since it is your anniversary...

- What bloody anniversary?

I've brought you a present.

Look, I don't need presents.

It's me who gives you presents,

you've always known that.

Besides, you've never had

the money to give me presents.

And Richard has cooked it for you.

- Under my instructions.

- Oh?

Knowing how you like to eat.

Knowing how you like to gorge yourself.

And we've brought a few

of your friends around.

What sort of party is this, Georgie?

What's going on?

Sit down, Albert.

Can't I sit down, Georgina?

No, this is Albert's special treat.

- 'Ere, I'm not eating with that Roy there.

- Shut up, Albert.

You're here to enjoy yourself.

Georgie.

Jesus!

God.

No, it's not God, Albert.

It's Michael.

My lover.

You vowed you would kill him,

and you did.

And you vowed you would eat him.

Now eat him.

What's the matter, Albert?

You have your knife and fork.

You do know how to use them.

Or have all those carefully-learnt

table manners gone to waste?

Mitchel can pour you a drink.

Your waiter has opted out.

Er, Grace will pour for you.

Non, monsieur!

Eat, Albert.

Roy, pour Albert a drink.

Try the cock, Albert.

It's a delicacy.

And you know where it's been.

Go on, Albert.

Eat.

Bon apptit.

It's French.

Cannibal.

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