Zee and Co. Page #8

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You promised.

It... It'll only be for a few more days.

It won't work.

But you... you promised me.

I was so damned drunk last night,

I don't remember what I promised.

Anyway,

since when did we start keeping promises?

Since last night when you took me

into the bedroom for a little talk.

Last night is nothing but a blur,

another one of your damned games.

My games?

You dragged me into bed! I didn't drag you.

And you did an awful lot of promising.

You took me! You! You! You!

You got what you wanted, didn't you,

while I was drunk and out of my senses?

Last night didn't mean a thing.

Oh, yes, it did.

But you're too big a phoney to admit it.

(Cockney accent) Oh, baby, baby, baby,

it's you. It's you, baby. It's you.

Shut up, you bloody slut!

Shut your filthy mouth!

I am sick and tired

of playing your bloody games! I am finished!

They are boring, brittle and trite!

You're finished?

You hypocrite.

Go on, then. Piss off!

Go to your perfect lady.

You make a perfect match.

A perfect pair of big, fat, phoney frauds!

You're the fat fraud!

At least she's honest. She doesn't need

a bloody game to keep her alive.

Honest?

You're such a fake!

You're so weak and frightened,

it's pathetic.

You think she's going

to save you, don't you?

Well, she's not. She's

as big a fake as you are.

And what the hell are you?

I may be the worst thing in the world, but

I carry it in front where you can see it.

I'm not a liar like she is.

Everything about her is a lie.

Her whole life is a lie

and she hides behind a mask of...

Good God, don't you ever stop?

You have to convince yourself that everything

is as cheap and nasty and rotten as you are,

otherwise you'd be back in the bath again

with your bloody wrists cut!

I don't have to convince myself.

I think I know what she is.

I think I know!

She practically told me herself.

Get out of here and bloody well

leave me alone!

I am sick of your twisted mind

spewing its garbage all over me!

Twisting everything it sees into a mess.

I don't want to hear it! I don't

want to hear anything you've got to say

ever again, as long as I live!

Leave me alone!

I had a lovely time, sitting here last

night, waiting for you to turn up.

It was absolutely wonderful to be woken

by Gladys this morning,

telling me I missed the

best party of the season.

Well, you didn't.

Anyway, it wasn't the boring dinner

you insinuated it was going to be.

No, I don't suppose it was.

She said you danced with her half the night.

I don't know what I danced.

I told you, I was pissed.

Anyway... you decided to stay.

I didn't decide anything!

I passed out!

Bloody hell!

Space - that's what we promised each other.

Remember all those grand phrases of yours?

Yes, and that's what I still promise.

It's all the other things,

all the strategy, the intrigues.

You're stringing her along, giving her hope.

I am giving her nothing except money.

Oh, yes, you are.

You're keeping it going by hook or by crook.

All right, what do you suggest?

Suicide or murder?

Neither. Just honesty.

Last night, a party.

Tonight, you'll tuck her in.

We have separate rooms. You know that.

You've asked about it...

I don't care whether you have

separate rooms, beds, gas ovens!

I just don't want her name bandied around here

and her wants and her parties and her needs.

Maybe she'd like me to sit on the end of

the bed to honor the proceedings.

I'll put it to her.

I don't want to see you like this.

And I don't want to be seen like this.

You're everything I've ever despised and

I've become everything I vowed never to be.

That's where our love has got us.

Right.

That's it, then.

Let's forget it.

Look, I... I didn't set out

to fall in love with you.

I set out to have an affair.

A little bit on the side,

the sort of thing a man wants.

But I did... fall in love with you.

That's what happened.

And that's the way it stands.

As for the other things...

her life, my life,

well...

it's all junk.

It's a mess and I don't want it.

But I've got it.

I wish now you'd let her die.

Hello. Rita?

This is your boss.

Whats going on up there?

There's been several phone calls for you.

Mr. Nelson has some drawings...

Never mind that.

I want you to come and have lunch with me.

Where?

Well, you know where.

The same place where we always have lunch.

All right.

But it'll take about 15 to 20 minutes

to get there.

I'll wait.

Your front door was open,

so I let myself in.

I went over to your other place,

but they said you'd moved.

Very nice.

Clean.

New.

What do you want, Zee?

What do we both want?

I expected to hear from you...

...after our little talk in hospital.

I don't know what...

What on earth are you talking about?

A girl has to be quite grown up

to be expelled for kissing a nun.

How old were you, Stella?

I'm sorry, Zee...

...I don't see that that's

any of your business.

A child can't be expelled for

falling in love.

If you were 15... 16...

...well, then...

And maybe there were other things.

Other girls at school that you...

fell in love with.

You can tell me, love.

We're friends.

There's nothing to tell.

Oh, come on, Stella.

Don't make it so difficult for me.

You're crazy.

Aren't we all, love?

Just a little.

ROBERT:
Yeah, I called her at the flat.

The telephone was out of order.

Look, if you hear from her,

would you tell her I called, please?

Yeah, OK, thank you.

Goodbye.

Well... I'm gonna have to get dressed

and get out of here...

...before your young man arrives.

I don't have to answer the door.

He'll think I'm still working.

Don't be greedy.

Besides which, that would be dishonest.

- All right?

- Yes, guv. Thanks.

Stella.

Stella, stop being silly.

Open the door.

Stella!

What are you doing here?

Oh, just...

paying a little social visit.

Where's Stella?

In the bedroom.

(Wind chimes)

Stella?

Stella.

Stella.

Leave me alone.

Please.

(Phone crackles)

What happened?

I don't know.

- Listen, Stella...

(Zee clears her throat)

Don't worry.

She's a bit confused right now, Bobby.

But she'll be all right in a couple of days.

Then maybe we can all get together...

and talk over old times...

old loves.

Come on, Daddy.

Baby wants something to eat.

It's been one hell of a day.

Coming?

? I'm going in circles

? I don't really know

? Where have I come from?

? Where will I go?

? You say that you love me

? Well, maybe you do

? There's nothing that matters

? Or anything new

? I've been through a million

trips in the night

? Living with shadows

? Looking for light

? Passing the faces

? How lonely they seem

? Looking for traces

? Of yesterday's dream

? I'm going in circles

? I've been here before

? Never expected

? Anything more

? I might die tomorrow

? I might go to Spain, yeah

? I'm numb to the sorrow

? And numb to the pain

? Yeah

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