Zee and Co. Page #2

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- You can cut the little girl crap

because you're not persuading me

to do anything!

You're not persuading me to do anything!

We are not going dancing...

- Thank you, sir.

- Thank you.

It's getting late.

You see that?

That is the first time in years that I've

worn a watch. That's what you've done to me.

You've made me count the minutes.

I've waited all day to see you.

What do you want to eat?

I feel I ought to warn you - I'm expensive.

I only eat the choicest things,

apart from cabbage.

Oh, really? Zee likes that, too,

late at night.

I knew we had something in common.

Is there anything else?

I don't know that yet, do I?

People never want to admit they were in love

once it's over.

How they sat on a bench and waited.

Or danced all night.

Or went for a walk in the frost.

Blew on someone's fingers.

Everyone has two types,

and one is true and one is false.

How can you tell?

You can tell...

by the skin...

...and by the touch.

And by the eyes -

the windows of the soul.

(Laughs)

Come on. Let's go.

- Hello, Robert.

- Hello.

(Car horn)

A hummingbird.

- A pretty one.

- Yeah.

Well, wrap yourself up. It's very cold.

Would you like to be kissed... there?

No.

- There?

- Uh-uh.

- There?

- No.

Liar.

I lied to your wife.

I told her my husband was in the country.

- Whereas, in fact, he's dead.

- A-ha! That makes you a widow.

And a liar.

Where are we going to eat?

Well, do you want me to take you to dinner

or do you want to cook me an egg?

I don't know.

Why don't you cook me an egg, eh?

Because you can't cook.

No. I drop things.

You know how it is.

You get over being young

and then suddenly... you're young again.

I wish that we had met in a different place.

On a quiet road in the country

or a rainy afternoon in a tearoom.

Robert Blakeley, you said?

(Car horn)

(Classical music on radio)

Well, here I am.

I told you we'd meet again.

Some lunch?

Oh, thank you.

I just love eating in-between meals.

You know, I saw a funny thing just now.

A man sitting at a long table with six or

seven women opposite him, all Indian.

- What do you think they were?

- Indians?

No, I mean the relationship.

- Sisters maybe.

- Hmm...

I wish I had a sister,

someone to confide in.

I love your shop.

It's so clever.

Bet you can't guess why I'm here.

I'm not clairvoyant today.

I never am on Mondays.

Well...

I want you to dress me from head to toe.

Oh, excuse me, madam.

- Would you like me to put these

in the back? - Yes, do.

Mmm, lovely!

Boys as well?

- Oh, what a pretty thing.

- But I'm afraid that one's sold, madam.

That never deterred me, dear.

STELLA:
What are you?

I'm a 12.

Do you want to try it on in there?

Don't want everyone

to know you're a 12, do you?

Why not?

I'm proud of it.

Real men don't like skinny women.

They only think they do because

they're supposed to look better in clothes.

But what happens when the clothes come off

and you climb between the sheets

on a cold winter night?

Then they like to know

they're with a real woman.

RADIO:
That was... - I suppose it's

all right if you're a fashion model

or something.

But you can't expect a man to make love

to a picture in a magazine.

Of course, there are men who do make

some sort of love to pictures.

(Turns volume up)

- They're only interested in pictures,

not the women themselves.

Crikey! Who's gonna do this up for me?

(Music starts)

- Your husband.

Ah, but what happens when I'm not with him

and he's not with me?

That does sometimes happen, you know.

Mmm, what do you think?

No, no, it just doesn't fit. It's too big.

- I like it. I adore the color.

- It's made for somebody else.

Oh, I don't care. Please, Stella.

I want it. I've got to have it. Got to!

Gavin.

- Yes, madam?

- Bring a pad.

Oh, super. Thank you, Stella.

You know, I'm terribly lucky.

Robert and I get along better

than anyone we know.

Keep still, will you?

We go coasting along,

each in our own little way.

We don't ask questions, Robert and I.

It's not that we have... secrets.

It's just that we trust each other.

Bust, 39.

I'm not dependent on him

and he's not dependent on me.

We're interdependent.

Shoulder to waist, 16.

- That's all right.

- Ooh, can I have it by the weekend?

I don't know. Can we have it by the weekend?

I suppose so, yes.

Can you deliver it? Do you have our address?

Yes, we can deliver it.

No, I don't have your address.

Oh, Stella, please, can I have credit?

I'm a little overdrawn.

I think we can risk that.

- You know how it happens?

- We do have enough of that material?

We've got some upstairs

but I don't think it's enough.

You'd better phone Reynolds,

see if they have any.

It's a bit on the thrifty side but...

...once he sees the dress,

I know he'll absolutely adore it.

When he knows it's yours, he'll be sure.

That's sweet.

That's not for sale. It's mine.

Oh.

Sorry.

Mustn't take what isn't ours, must we?

Bye-bye, love.

Are you going?

Yeah.

I have to change and shave

before I go to the office.

I suppose I should have those things

here for you,

razors and such.

I'm not a very good mistress, am I?

You're not my mistress.

We're still lovers.

I'll call you this afternoon.

I won't be able to see you.

My sons are coming back.

So you won't have to make excuses tomorrow.

I never make excuses.

And now you're beginning to sound

like a mistress.

(Plane flies overhead)

(Rock music blares out)

Good morning, darling!

Here we are. Isn't that a lovely breakfast?

I got it out of the newspaper's suggestions

for today.

- It's so nice to be domesticated.

- Now and then.

- How do you feel about going to

the theatre? - I don't.

You know you can't go at each other

every night, darling.

I mean, you'll wear yourselves out.

It's only wearing

when it's something you don't want to do,

when it goes against the grain.

Oh, is it very genial?

Do you watch her make fruit salad?

I assume she can cook?

That would be one of her trump cards.

And I bet she has a footstool.

I can always tell the kind of cow

who has a footstool.

She suggests that you open a fish stall.

Oh, I can just see it all.

You spread out on a goat's skin rug,

recalling your childhood memories,

your traumas,

your poverty.

How you never got to see your mother

because she had to go out and scrub.

And of course she's a good listener.

They all are at first.

Then, soon, you'll have to listen

to her little cantata.

Alone. Not understood.

And good.

So very, very good.

It's a little bit archaic, you know.

And who are you?

Miss Adventurous,

with the husky voice

and the long cigarette holder.

It's all a bit archaic, you know.

I bet the pair of you wail.

Why don't you make a record?

We'll make a lot of things.

Ohh...

You know, you're in a muddle.

You don't know who loves you. There's her.

And there are all those adoring

little apprentices down in your office

with their hair and their tiny tits

and their drooling.

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