The Object of Beauty Page #4

each other every day.

But, do we really need all

the personal questions?

It's just part of the procedure to

satisfy the Insurance Company.

It just helps them deal a bit more

quickly with your claim.

Where did you purchase it,

Mr. Bartholemew?

It was a gift.

From who?

- From Tina' S first husband.

First husband? You've been

married twice, then?

No. Jake means the man I was married to.

His name?

- Larry.

Lawrence Oates.

- Lawrence Oates.

And you were divorced when?

Well, in the classic sense of the term...

...it's not final yet.

So, legally, you're still

Mrs. Lawrence Oates?

Yes.

Legally.

She would've done 327 two nights ago.

Ask Jenny if she has any idea

where a 25,000 Pound...

Henry Moore statuette may have gone to.

I won't ask her that.

Not in those terms.

Ask her if she remembers

seeing such a statuette.

Ask her if she knows what it

looks like and where it was put.

A small head on the table by the bed.

Thank you, Victor.

The most sensible thing to do would be

to search where Jenny lives.

Mr. Swayle can do it.

He's a trained man.

Why her place?

She wants to know.

She was the one on duty.

Reports have to be made.

It'll save time.

Take your choice.

I'm sure it's not Jenny that's

done it, but life is hard.

Let's just get it out of the way.

Then Jenny can come back and finish

her work here or whatever...

...I've had a word with the Hotel.

He's 3 weeks behind with the bill.

He had the statue valued just

the day before for 20,000 Pounds.

He's in cocoa, there's tons of it

piled up in a dock strike.

And he's having serious money problems.

So, I'd stall on that claim for quite a while.

Even if we don't turn up with anything,

I bet we can make a deal.

Mundy here.

Oh, hello, Mr. Bartholemew.

What can I do for you?

Well, first we'll be needing

the report for our adjuster.

I understand Mr. Slaughter did get

over to see you this morning.

You can't ever pin a date down exactly.

There's a lot of paperwork involved.

Usually not more than 6 or 8 weeks.

Yes. 6 or 8 weeks, I'm afraid.

Mr. Swayle, Jenny would like to use

the bathroom, if that's alright.

Oh, well, tell her not to be too long then.

Nothing in here.

I think I'll do the bathroom next.

Mr. Swayle...

Jenny says she feels embarrassed.

- Why is that, Mrs. Doughty?

Don't look at her when I'm talking to

you otherwise you'll embarrass her more.

Alright, Mrs Doughty.

She put some things into the sink

to soak before going out...

...and she wouldn't have left them

if she'd known you were coming.

What's going on?

- Who are you?

That's what I said.

I'm a friend of Jenny's from

the Society, and this gentleman...

...is from the hotel where she works.

He's looking for something.

What's something?

- Something that's gone missing.

So, why's he looking here?

He thinks Jenny's nicked it?

Hold on, son. What are you doing?

- I'm leaving.

I'm going to have to ask to search garment.

Just a technicality,

I wouldn't refuse.

Okay, son. Off you go now.

You little bastard.

Are you alright, Mr. Swayle?

I'll be alright in second.

I'm just gonna sit...

...and then I'll finish up in here.

Who was that little f***-wit?

Her brother, she tells me.

If I ever see him again, I will break

every bone in his body.

Tina, that insurance money's

not gonna be here for awhile.

There's a piece of paper in my pocket.

Read it to me.

It'll help clear my mind.

'Model.' Crossed out?

So, what is this?

It's a list of things I could do.

'Airline stewardess.

Work in office.'

'Sell poetry.' What poetry?

Those poems that I write that

you say you like.

I thought I could find someone to sell them.

'Magazine work. Call. Wendy.'

Who's Wendy?

Oh Wendy.

She was a model I knew...

...and now she's this really big time editor.

I thought she might fix me

up or something.

'Buddy's Big Boy.'

Buddy's Big Boy, Buddy's Junior, $2.99.

I used to do it when I was 17.

'Other.'

Other things I could do.

I don't know what they are yet.

Tina, it's okay.

I'll fix it. Don't worry.

I do worry.

You can do anything you wanna do.

You're young.

Not forever.

Don't get me wrong if I say that

I thought I could rely on you.

I know that's not fair. But I thought

that's the way things worked.

That's how they've always worked before.

You mean, Larry-wise.

Yeah. Larry-wise. Wise Larry.

Tina...

...now you gotta tell me where it is.

I can't, I don't have it.

I don't have it, either.

- Well, how do I know?

Tina, if I had the statue,

I would've sold it...

...and we would be out of here.

Look, you know, we're fighting.

Say we break up.

What would I have?

What you have? No.

What do I have?

I have a shitload of debts

and a lot of trouble.

Don't you shout at me.

Don't shout. Just do something.

I don't care what it is.

So, what is it with you two at the moment?

You know, ever since that statue got stolen.

Do you know about that?

Yeah, I heard something about that.

Would I do something like that

and upset poor Tina?

So, what can I do for you?

I told you, I just wanted to get out

of the hotel for a while.

Why me?

All I know are brokers and bankers.

And they're mostly men.

And I hate men.

You're not a man.

On the phone you said you wanted to

talk to me about something.

I'd just like to sit here quiet

and-away for a while.

Okay. We can sit here quiet,

until I have to get dressed.

You don't know where it is,

I suppose?

Bye.

- So long, my love.

Can I see you a minute, Frankie?

You and your mates knock off me

some more knives and forks?

Well, whatcha got?

What is it, Steve?

- Dunno. I found it somewhere.

I reckon it's worth some fink.

Hot, Steve?

- Dunno. I just found it somewhere.

I think it's worth some fink.

- Not to me.

I wouldn't know what to do with it.

A Fiver, Frankie?

It's not worth it. I wouldn't

know how to shift it.

It'd be a liability to me,

a worry, Steve.

Ugly little thing, isn't it?

A coupla quid, Frankie?

- I'd like to help, but no thanks.

I'll give you a good price if you can

knock off some more silverware.

Yah, I know, Frankie.

Thanks.

Look how he is.

What you have?

- It's nothing.

It's worth nothing.

- Bad guy.

Piece of crap. Steve.

It's okay. Come on in.

Could you leave some of those

bath salts? We've run out.

Bath salt's one of the good things

about staying in hotels.

Bath salts and free shampoo.

I do like it when they leave the chocolate...

...covered in gold foil with a little

message saying 'sleep well'.

You married?

It doesn't matter.

You got a man?

You ever feel like it's gonna be over,

and you don't know what you feel...

...if it's good or bad or just frightening?

Or maybe you got kids, though.

Is it better or worse...

or just more crowded?

The bath salts, remember?

Mother, I'd love to hear more but

I'm not gonna be able to make it.

The magazine. I just got more work to do.

So what if he's 47?

47's not too young.

You could pass for 47.

He's ltalian? I'll call you

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