The Look of Love Page #9

she's a psycho-woman.

- You can't have a...

- Whoa. Tony.

- That's enough.

- No. She's up and down like a yoyo.

- She does twice as much coke as I do.

- No, she doesn't.

- Yes, she does. She's...

- Tony...

No-one can stand her.

She's talentless.

If you weren't bankrolling her

she'd be nowhere. I'm sorry.

Zip it! Enough.

I'm sorry, Paul,

I know she's your daughter

but she is nothing like you. Nothing.

And she's nowhere near me.

- Carl?

- Yes, Paul?

Sack him.

- Wha... No, come on.

- Tony...

Before long, I think she will take

over the empire that I've built up.

But I wouldn't have said that once.

She was very badly behaved

and almost impossible to control.

But now I think she's found the

right balance between work and play.

A lot of people still view him

as very hard-edged and quite

a ruthless businessman, you know.

But, um... Yeah, I mean, I don't

see him that way. I'm his daughter.

So, as far as I'm concerned,

he's my father and that's that, yeah.

Now that Debbie has a child,

I think she'll be a great mother

and I do hope that her child brings her

as much pleasure as she has brought me.

All right. Okay, just

take the gas and air,

take the gas and air.

Good girl. Good girl.

Breathe it in.

In through your nose

and out through your mouth.

Can I have more pethidine?

I can't give you any more just yet.

I'm really drug-tolerant.

I need it, please.

- I'm sorry, love.

- Please.

Can you...

Can you get the doctor?

- He's on the ward.

- No, can you get the doctor, please!

All right, love, you're doing

really well. You're doing great.

No, can you do me a line?

Please, can I have a line?

- I really need it.

- I can't do that.

- It's a hospital.

- No, please, I really need it.

I'll do you a very,

very, very small one.

Hey, aren't you? Yes, you are.

A - ha! There he is!

The grandfather of Soho!

All hail the King!

Champagne for everyone.

House champagne.

I'd like to propose a toast, please,

to my new grand-daughter Fawn.

- To Fawn.

- Cheers.

- And, of course, my darling Deborah.

- And darling Deborah.

- Evening, Mr Raymond.

- Good evening.

Evening, Michelle.

The hair never moves!

No matter what Thatcher does!

And we're all watching!

Just locked, locked!

Glued into position!

She could have gone to Brixton

at the heart of the riots.

Paving stones would

have bounced off it.

The cops could have held her

as a battering ram.

The most insane head of hair. Oi!

Speaking of insane heads of hair,

it's our landlord, Paul Raymond.

Paul, how are you?

Good to have you here.

Who are you out with tonight, Paul?

Is that one of your dancers

or your daughter?

Daughter!

It doesn't matter, either way she's

gonna end the night being wanked over.

What did he just say?

He owns all of this because

he's a genius at turning that into that.

Very clever man.

Built on spunk.

He is a fantastic father to me.

Um, he's my best friend, really.

I've kind of called him up

over the years with problems

at 4:
00 in the morning

in floods of tears

and he's, um, he's always

been there to listen

and pick up the pieces.

And he still does that now.

Can you see what I'm doi ng, Pa?

Just joining lots of lines

of coke up in a big circle.

No, I'm not.

I'm making a big "C".

It's not a "C" for "coke", Pa.

Um...

I'm making a "C" for "cancer".

What are you talking about?

Er...

I've got breast cancer.

- It's gonna be all right.

- What am I gonna do?

It's okay.

What am I gonna do?

Okay, we'll get treatment.

We'll get some treatment.

It's gonna be all right.

Would you describe him

as a good father?

Yeah. He's a fantastic father.

I don't really know

of too many other people

who have a relationship

like the one that we do.

I think it's quite rare, yeah.

Okay, I think that's

a good place to finish.

- Thank you. Happy?

- Yes, mate, sure thing.

Can you get Debbie's mic off, please?

Thanks very much, Paul.

Thanks for having us.

Thank you. Thank you kindly, yes.

Sorry for interrupting your morning.

No, no, it's very illuminating.

Can you tell these are fake

on the camera?

Thank you.

I wasn't looking too closely.

They used to be much, much smaller.

I had to get them chopped off.

I got the Big C,

and it's kind of ironic, really,

the business I work in,

'cause the other ones were too small.

- Weren't they, the other tits?

- Well, no, they were fine.

Feel, it's really weird.

They don't feel like...

Leave the poor man alone, darling.

Sorry.

Next time, maybe.

Next time.

I thought I was...

I thought I was very fair.

You were. I was nice about you, too,

so we're even.

Well, I don't know,

I think I was more nice about you.

- Goodnight, Lydia.

- Night, Mr Raymond.

You want to get dinner

or something?

No, I think I'm just gonna go

and meet some friends

and go and get dinner out.

Give you a lift?

- No, I'm good. Thank you. Bye.

- Okay. All right, my love.

That was very good.

That was very good.

- Well done. Bye, darling.

- Thank you, Pa. Love you. Bye.

Hello, Charles.

Debbie arrived at my flat.

She drank some vodka,

and she snorted some cocaine.

She then said she wanted

to try some heroin.

I'd never seen her do heroin

before that night.

She snorted some heroin

and sat on the bed.

When I woke up, I tried to wake her

but she wouldn't wake up.

I thought she was joking.

I tried to wake her by putting her under

the shower but she wouldn't wake up.

I took her back to the bed and

gave her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

And then I called Mr Raymond.

Hello. Mr Raymond?.

- Yes. Who's this?

- Look, I'm a friend of Debbie's.

You need to come.

- Why, what's happened?

- She's here at my flat.

# Anyone who ever loved

# Could look at me

# And know that I love you

# Anyone who ever dreamed

# Could look at me

# And know I dream of you...

Hello?

Hello. Are you Ainsley?

Yeah, yeah. I'm so sorry.

# Anyone who had a heart

would take me in his arms

# And love me, too

# You couldn't really have a heart

# That hurt me like you hurt me

# And be so untrue

# What am I to do?.

Debbie...

# Every time you go away

"Where, O death, is your victory?

"Where, O death, is your sting?"

For as much as it has

pleased Almighty God

to take to himself the soul

of our beloved Debbie,

we bear her body hence

to the place prepared for it.

That ashes may return to ashes

and dust to dust.

Who gives this woman

in marriage to this man?

I do.

This is the first time

I've ever given anything away

and it's the thing

that is most precious to me.

# Love me, too

# You couldn't really have a heart

# That hurt me like you hurt me

# And be so untrue

# What am I to do?

# Knowing I love you so

# Anyone who had a heart...

- Hello, Jean.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Do you remember me?

- Yes.

Yeah? You've got big.

- Oh, is that your baby sister?

- Yeah.

Oh, yes, this is India.

This is her father, John.

Hello.

Hi, gorgeous.

Well, don't spoil them

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