The Object of Beauty Page #6

You don't have it, do you?

- No.

It's all gotten so distorted.

When you think,

where I come from...

...$50,000 would keep 5 families for a year.

Would you call it greed?

Would I call what greed?

- What's been comin' between us.

No.

I'd call it...

...fear.

I don't know where it is.

I don't even know if it was up here.

I don't know where it be gone.

It could be anywhere.

Hello, Jake.

- Hello, Gordon.

Longish time no see.

- Longish time no see.

Those cuff links are nice.

Those? Those are Van Cleef, 1938. Signed.

How much? - 5,000 Pounds.

Oh, not at the moment, thanks.

I was thinking about...

...selling my Cartier and getting

a different one, a pre-war.

What would you give me for it?

Take it off, Jake.

Let me have a look.

It's real.

2,500. - 3,000.

Okay, 3,000. You want a check?

Check or cash. I'm easy.

Cash.

Alright, cash.

46 Pounds, 80 P.

46 Pounds, 80 P?

What's the joke?

Remember, Jake,

longish time no see.

That girl you were going out with,

the German girl.

What German girl?

Oh, yeah, the... yeah.

What, that bracelet? I paid you.

- No, sorry, you didn't.

You sent me a note saying it was coming.

No, I paid you. Canadian dollars.

She told me she brought you the money.

She bought a Lalique vanity set.

You're kidding.

Eva. Very good taste. You remember?

- Yeah. Very good taste.

You want 46.80, or shall I

just credit it to you?

No, I'll take it.

Cab fare's cab fare.

Stop it. Stop it.

I didn't do nothing.

You got it back, didn't ya?

Stop it.

Deaf kid.

Oh, don't cry.

Everything's gonna be fine.

- Lt is?

You've got everything anyone

could possibly wants.

I have?

Except too much alcohol in

your bloodstream.

You know...

...I am 31 years old...

...and I was married to a man

who I didn't love enough...

...who I thought would take care of me.

Now I'm in love with a man...

...who can't take care of either of us...

...and I am so weak I don't know what

I'd do if we split up.

I have no confidence and I want a baby.

Oh, that' s not true.

See, I'm a liar, too.

I've lied you, my dearest friend.

I should want one,

but I hate them.

I hate children, too.

What can I do?

I hate children, I lie and my looks are going.

What can I do?

Lots of things.

- Yeah? Like what?

If Jake and I split up?

I thought you two were very happy.

- On good days.

But these are bad days.

Jake was out late last night.

He said he was out playing cards.

Out with some tramp probably.

First time, too, as far as I know.

Maybe he wasn't out with a tramp.

Maybe he was telling the truth.

Oh, what does it matter?

What is one f*** with a tramp anyway?

Why don't you try and relax

and get some sleep?

I'll wake you up.

You're terrific.

I just need some sleep. I didn't

sleep well last night.

I'll see you later, honey, okay?

Tina?

Tina?

Jake Bartholemew,

dead tonight, age 35.

Film at eleven.

Best known for his wit...

...wardrobe and business acumen...

Bartholemew died penniless

and without watch...

...in an overpriced linen hotel room

which he could not afford.

He is survived by Tina Lesley Oates,

who is quoted as saying...

'He's dead,

but I'm still hungry.'

At the request of the deceased, his

remains will be dumped into the ocean...

...along with his latest screwed

up business investment.

And now, sports.

Where is she?

- In the bedroom.

She's really not feeling well.

Tina?

- What is it, Jake?

Come on. Let's go.

- Careful. I feel sick.

Your little Henry Moore is back.

It's back? Where from?

- I don't know, but it's back.

Tina, we're rich again.

- You're kidding?

I mean, we're not broke.

We're liquid.

We're not broke? We're liquid?

Joanie.

Do you have any champagne?

Where is it?

Get it...

...or I'll break every bone...

...in his body.

Baby, I want you to call Mr. Mercer for me.

It's kinda early in the morning, Jake.

This is a call he'll wanna get.

Mr. Mercer... please?

Hello. Mercer here.

Mr. Bartholemew would

like to speak with you.

Goddamn it.

- Jake?

Goddamn it.

He's attending to some other business

and he will return your call.

Goddamn it. Goddamn it.

What's the matter?

It's been stolen.

- Again?

It's not quite so simple,

Mr. Sedgewick.

I'm not saying I've got it.

I might know where it might be.

The Ad says 'subject

to the usual conditions.'

That's arrest and recovery.

We want two heads.

Only one of them's bronze.

Do you think that at one time or another...

...all great men throughout history

thought of killing themselves?

Sure.

What do you think stopped them?

I don't know. Chicken?

- No.

Their perception that there will be

terrible crises to overcome...

...and once you know that, it's just

your own personal terrible jam...

You have to change your direction

the arrow is pointing.

That is what adversity is for.

It's there to help you.

But, you have to have the courage.

I believe kept the great men

throughout history...

...from drinking the

bottle of Liquid Plumber.

But being smart helps. And rich.

- Smart helps.

Rich is arguably better than courage...

...though I don't know if

I still have that opinion.

At any rate, one day I'll have

a farm and raise cows.

That would take courage.

You hate the country.

I'd learn. I don't much like all this anymore.

There's nothing in my life worth sticking to.

But I'm young.

Perhaps I could change.

I have a calling.

- A calling?

Brain surgeon, botanist,

doctor, lawyer.

Sculptor.

I have no talent.

You're good at numbers. Usually.

You're good at helping me choose clothes.

You're talented in bed.

That's something.

And me?

Me?

Am I worth sticking to?

Am I?

As far as I'm concerned...

...even though you're not a biologist.

Botanist.

Or sculpture.

- Sculptor.

I love you.

Likewise.

Steve Finn?

- That's right.

My name is Martin Slaughter and I

work for an insurance company.

Excuse me.

A bronze statue has been stolen...

...and I think you know something about it.

I don't know nothing.

Jenny Finn?

Oh, okay. Sorry.

A valuable statue has been stolen.

It's been recovered...

...but I think you or your sister

know something about it.

She could go to prison.

- Jenny didn't do nothing.

You could go to Borstal for a year or so...

...it's got nothing to do with Jenny.

How'd you get that bruise?

- I don't remember.

Frankie Sedgewick hit you?

- I don't remember.

Okay, tough guy...

...I'll give you 10 seconds to tell me

what I want to know...

...otherwise I'll call the cops and you'll

be in a cell within the hour.

Now, come on.

- I don't know nothing.

One.

- I told you.

Two.

- I don't know nothing...

Your sister then.

- Nothing.

Four.

- I don't know nothing.

Busted.

- I don't know nothing.

Six.

- I don't know nothing.

I don' t know nothing.

I don't know nothing.

Just leave us alone.

Okay, Steve. Knock it off.

We'll stop it here, alright?

You tell your sister don't go back

to the Hotel.

I'll try and square it with them,

get in touch with whoever I can.

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