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Oh, you know Lou DeVicco too?

Yeah. The Four Seasons.

He showed us
around the vineyards when Jake
and I did our trip to Tuscany.

Oh, it was just beautiful. Anyway, she got
to the restaurant first--

And showed us all around.

Oh, and we got to do
the taste test, you know?

We tasted the wine
from two years before.

And one year before.

You know you're supposed
to spit it out, but, God,
it just tasted so good.

I kept swallowing it
and not spitting it out.

I don't know if Jake
had as much fun as I did,

because
he doesn't speak Italian.

He's not that good at languages.
Well, English, of course.

Also, he doesn't
enjoy drinking that much.

He likes to keep his head
clear for business.

I mean,
my head stays clear.

It's just there's more--

Table three.

Hello, American Express? £487.

That card has been refused.

Your credit card's
been refused, sir.

What?

Obviously there's
some computer error.

Can we discuss it
over here? Excuse me.

Yeah. I'm sorry.
I understand there's
a problem with my credit card.

Is there a problem?Yes.

You won't take a check?
What do you want me to do?

Speak to him
about what?

It's a computer error.

Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

Can the management
offer anyone a drink?

But Ihad to write a check.

It was a very important
business dinner, and I'd
forgotten my credit cards.

The check?
It's about £400 or so.

£487, probably.

Uh, yeah, could you
hang on a minute, please?

There's someone at the door.
Come in!

Look, I realize the account
is slightly more overdrawn
than we'd agreed,

but, frankly, it would be crazy
for the bank to even think
of stopping my credit.

Yeah. Yes. Granted.

Yeah, I could sell
some of my American stocks.

But why?
The market is awful.

When the market is awful,
piggy stays home.
Piggy doesn't go to market.

Yes. Yes.

But I am on the verge
of something very lucrative.

Do you-- Don't you--
Look, so for you...

to even be talking
about dishonoring
one of my checks...

really puts me
in a very sweaty mode.

How can you say that?
I appre--

I assure you I appreciate
the bank's position,

but the bank
is not in jeopardy.

What am I-- I am asking
for two weeks' time.

In two weeks' time,
I will be in the black.
Period.

No. I promise I won't
write any more checks.
No more checks. Right.

Thanks. Bye.

Jerk.

How much are you
talking about?

How much?
Nothing.
£4,000.

And the hotel's
pushing me to pay the bill.

That's another 6,000.

And, apparently,
it's full steam ahead.

Can't you just
put that on the AmEx?

Yeah, I could if I wanted it
to bounce several miles,
but, uh, it's a problem.

I mean, not, you know,
a problemproblem, but--

I just gotta have a little cash
until that cocoa gets off
the dock in Sierra Leone.

Oh, poor Jake.
Everything's gonna be
all right. It always is.

What do these people want?
I mean, my spleen?

Goddamn grapefruit.

How you can
eat all that you do...

and drink all that you do
and stay so thin,
I'll never know.

Mm. I'm just lucky,
I guess. Hmm.

Baby, I've been thinking.

Ah-ha!

How much would you say
that this is worth?

- Nothing doing.
- $40,000? $50,000?

Look, Jake, you know
what that means to me.

I'll get you another one.
I'll get you two of them.

It is beautiful,
and all this crap.

But times are tough.
When times are tough, what
is a thing like this for?

Well, I love
my little Henry Moore.

Mm! Stop that!

You know I hate that,
especially when I'm eating.

Mmm.

You don't
have to worry, baby.

Everything's
gonna be all right.

It always is.

Mmm.
And you're so damn smart.

Obviously,
I have nothing personal
against this handicapped girl.

Please, not that word. This handicapped woman
then.

No, not handicapped.

What are
we talking about then?

We don't sanction the use
of the word "handicapped."

Hearing-impaired.

Well, obviously,
I have nothing personal
against this...

hearing-impaired person,

but you have to see it
from our point of view.

The fact that
she can't speak or hear...

is a pathetic reason
to deny her the chance
of earning some money...

in what is, really,
a very menial job of work.

Chicken Fasse again.It was either that
or the Duck Madeira, sir.

Oh. Oh, Victor, um,

have a word
with the guests
in 327, 328, will you?

Their AmEx imprint was refused,
though, I'm sure it's just
a temporary cash-flow hiccup.

But I retire in June,
Victor, and I want to
leave here...

on a seamless
cloud of perfection.

All right. Seamless.
Sorry to disturb you.

A great hotel is like
an oceangoing liner,
Mrs. Doughty.

Stewards with white gloves
in the lounge...

and the burly stoker
down below.

And it all must mesh...
seamlessly.

And with this person,
I see complications arising
with the rest of the staff.

-Communication, what have you.
-Yes, of course. Communication.

My husband's brother
communicates.

He's a features writer
for the Times.

Yes, well, I'm sorry.
I'm afraid I don't see it
working from our point of view.

He's doing an expose article
on job discrimination.

This is just
what he's looking for.

Very well.
A trial period.

Say a week.

As long as she keeps
out of everyone's way.

I don't want you to think
we don't have a heart here.

This is crazy. Why am I
standing here with you?Because the light's red.

Jake, you know what I mean.
Why am I letting you do this?
I'm not letting you do this.

I just think we should
find out the value of the thing
at the present time.

It's important
to know these things.Important for who?

Uh, for our insurance.

Don't you worry.
I'm not letting him sell you.

I'd say about... £20,000
at current market values.

It's one of a limited edition
of, I think-- yes, nine.

And none of the others
are available at the moment
as far as I know.

An exquisite piece.
How long have you had it,
Mr. Bartholemew?

- Three years.
- And may I ask how much
you originally paid for it?

- It was a gift.
- Ah.

£20,000. That's,
what, $32,000 or so?

That's all? You said yourself
it's an exquisite piece.

Come on.
You can do better than that.

Well, that's roughly
what we'd pay you for it.

You could always
put it up for auction,

but prices there fluctuate
up anddown.

If we put it up for auction,
would you invite
a lot of Japanese?

Well, we're not sure
we want to get rid of it
at this time,

but if we do,
we'll come to you.

It could be a quick sale?Oh, of course. And I'm sure
we can get you the top price.

It's really very sporting of you
to keep something like that
in a hotel suite.

It'd be a shame
to keep it locked away.I'm sure you're well covered.

Yes, we're covered.

Good-bye.Bye.

Jake, I've got
a very naughty idea.

Oh?You heard about what that
nice man said about hotels?

So?Well, why don't wetake it
and claim on it?

And that way you can
have your money...

and I get to keep
my little Henry Moore.

A touch risky,
I'd say.

How? I mean, it's so small,
it could fit in a shoe box.

Anybody could have taken it.
It could have just disappeared.

I know Joan
will keep it for me
if I ask her.

Well, it isagainst the law.
I hate to break it to you.

Of course, prison is
one way of cutting down
our hotel bills.

Well, you better just make sure
our insurance is up to date,

because I might just
make it disappear anytime--
Poof.

Maybe.

Lovely, isn't it?
All our suites are done in a different style.

Renaissance, Louis XIV,
chinoiserie, like this one.

It must be very
difficult for her.

No, not really.
Jenny's a survivor.

In a home from the time
she was six. Deaf already,
poor child. Parents dead.

She didn't
make friends easily. Shy, I suppose.

Mm. Kept to herself.I hope she can fit in here.

She's a good girl.
And responsible.

I'm sure she'll
work out just fine.Mm-hmm.

You see?
Yes. Right.

All right?Yes, so far.

What is spaghetti made of--
the ingredients?

Spaghetti ingredients.
I don't know.
Flour and water?

Flour and water?Mm-hmm.

How much
does that cost?Mm.

Flour and water
don't cost much.Okay.

How much for
the flour and water?
A dollar, tops, maybe,

for, say, a hundred strands
or a thousand strands?

A dollar for a couple
hundred strands probably.

And how many strands
would you say
are on this plate?

Fifty strands?
Eighty?

Fifty to eighty
looks about right to me,
give or take.

Yes, well,
when I say "50 to 80,"
"give or take" is built in.

Now, what else is here?
Olives. Tomatoes.

And what else?
A caper look-alike.

- And what would that cost?
- Not much.

So, not much
for the flour and the water
and the chopped-up vegetables.

So why is what I am paying
for this dinner...

more than the national debt
of a Third World country?

I don't know.
Is the wine expensive?

Tina, you know what I mean.

Couldn't you cook this?

If we had a kitchen,
I could cook it.

We'll get a kitchen someday.

Since when do you care?

You've always said when it
comes to food, shoes and sex,
price is no object.

Good shoes are important.

Wouldn't we all, Larry?
Wouldn't we all?

Thanks for dinner.Oh, God.
"God" what?

- It's Larry.
- Where?

Coming up this way.

Hello, Tina.
How are you?Fine. You?

Couldn't be better,
except I wish
I were home in Westport.

- Where are you staying?
- Jonathan and Melissa asked me.

So for a few days, I thought,
"Why not skip the Savoy
this time?"

Their new house is beautiful.
Marble bathrooms from Italy
and all that.

Jonathan and Melissa.
How are they?

All right. You never can tell.
She's put on a little weight
and he's grown a beard.

Well, better that
than the other way around.

Better that
than the other way around.

Well, look after yourself,
Tina.

What I was attempting to say
is that it would have been
odd to me...

had she grown the beard
and he'd put on the weight.

Maybe I didn't
make it clear.

And I said it twice
to try and make sure.

Don't take it
like that, Jake.

You don't care.
Anyway, you know
he hates you.

Why?
I don't hate him.

You're very big-hearted.
I'll always remember that.

Now, that's a good idea
that doesn't cost anything.

Turn off that bloody racket
or I'll call the police!

Turn it off or I'll come down
and do it meself!

Please turn it off,
ya bloody hooligans!

Thank you very much,
ya bloody hooligans!

I need mineral water.

Ahh. Oh!
Oh, no.

Not-- No.
The dark is best.

Ohh. Oh, God.
Water.

Room service,
please answer,
please answer.

Ohh.

Hello. Is this the concierge,
hall porter or front desk?

Oh, front desk!

It's an emergency
up here in room 327.

Yes. Yes, room service
does not answer,

and we need a dozen bottles
of Perrier up here right away.

I know it's 3:00 in the morning,
but this is an emergency--Trinidad rum punch,

stingers, red wine,
champagne.

Jesus.
How do you do it, Tina?

Tina, could we please
do it on the bed tonight?

Tina?

Tina?
Where are you?

Help me. Help me.
I'm frightened.

Oh, no. My clothes
are coming off...

and there's nothing
I can do to stop them.

Are you covered for this,
Jake?

Are you covered?

Oh, I think you better
call your insurance man.

Ohh. Call him quick.

You don't really need
my insurance man.

I can handle this claim.

Ohh, baby.

Will you still love me
when I'm broke?

Ohh. Good thing
this ain't broke.

Let's fix it anyway.

What the hell is that? Don't stop, baby.

Hang on!
I'm coming! Me too. Me too.

Jake!

Yeah, what?
What do you want?

A dozen mineral water.
Jake!

Yeah.
Come on in.

Thanks.I won't see
any of that, sir.

What?That'll go to the waiters
and the desk men.

Oh, Jesus.

- Can I come out now, Jake?
- No!

Yeah. Do you have change
for a £20 note?No. I'm afraid I don't, sir.

Tina, do you have change? I don't know.
Look in my purse.

- Where is your purse?
- I don't know. The floor?

It's over there, sir.
Under the, um--

No. Nothing smaller
than a ten.

Give it to him.What,
are you crazy?

Oh, Christ. Hang on.

Thank you very much.
Good night, sir, madam.

Boy, am I thirsty.
Double thirsty.

You're gonna to be
very popular with the lads
at room service.

"Oh, room 327.
I'll take that.

I hear she tips good
and might be naked."

Don't be such a prude, Jake.
The human body's
a beautiful thing.

So... flash me.

Sixty-four days.
I was counting.

It's the longest
anything's lasted
in two years.

But you knew he really wasn't
the one for you anyway.

Just because
he was married?No. Of course not.

Because of
those other things
I told you?

Well, you said
you liked that anyway.I didn't mind it sometimes.

So why, then?It's simple.

He didn't wanna
spend money on you.
You could always tell.

He'd get you take-out Chinese,
then tell you about...

the scuba-diving equipment
he bought for himself.

That's not his fault.
I told him
I liked Oriental food.

Men are
such strange creatures.

No.Jake and I ran into Larry
last night,

and Larry pretended
that Jake didn't exist.

So Jake wanted to be smart,
which made Larry ignore him
even more.

Really, there's no difference
between grown men
and little boys.

It's the same as it was
in the sandbox,

except for then they wanted
to pull your panties down
in public.

You're so lucky with Jake,
though.

He gives you
everything you want.

I wanted to
talk to you about that.

Will you promise on your soul
not to say anything to anyone?

Promise.Jake needs some extra cash
for a scheme of his...

and he wants to sell
my Henry Moore.

Oh, no.
That's yours.

Of course it is.
But, you know,
you can't trust men.

I'm afraid he might sell it
behind my back.

I was wondering,
if I brought it round to you
wrapped in a napkin,

would you keep it for me
for a while?

Well, he'd suspect,
wouldn't he? I mean,
he knows we're friends.

Well, I could just say
it was stolen,

and you could
just say you don't know
what we're talking about.

Okay. Sure.

It's simple.

Hello.

Well, you were my first choice.
Maybe next time.

I will. Yeah.
Give ours to Vikki.

Right. Bye.

Jerk.

You take a long time,
by the way.Well, it's worth it, right?

I guess so.

Oh, good evening.Ah! My money!
I forgot.

I gotta get my wallet.

Damn elevators.
Those guys are everywhere.

He's retiring soon,
collects stamps.

Yeah, and my money.
Any day now.

Tina, honey, hurry up.
The waiter's waiting
to see you naked.

Thank you.

Come on,
before your stuff gets cold.

Uh-huh.

Well, that was
a witty thing to do.

What was?The little Henry Moore--
it's gone.

What do you mean?Come on, Jake.
Where is it?

What are you talking about,
"it's gone"?

Well, uh, look.
Look.

Yeah. So what,
it's under the bed?

Jake.Oh, it's under
Joan's bed?

Jake, what have
you done with it?What have I done with it?

I didn't
do anything with it.
It's-It's gone, right?

Okay. All right.
Ha ha ha ha.

Ha ha ha ha.
Let's just get the little
insurance thing started.

Yeah, okay.
"Ha ha ha." Great.

And, uh, if anyone's
taken it somewhere, it's you.

Let's remember
it was your idea
in the first place.

Look, Jake--I will hand it to you, though.
You're sneakier than I thought.

No. Maybe just as sneaky.Look, Jake.
I don't know where it is.

Sure. I believe you.
I trust you implicitly.Oh, I can tell.

Okay. Well,
I guess we'd better call
and report it, right?

Isn't that what you do?Well, I guess so.

You're the guy.
You should know.Right.

Yeah. Just don't call me
when they send you up the river.

Likewise, okay?
Likewise.

And you don't know
anything about it?

Okay. Here goes.

Swear to me.I swear.

I swear! God, I swear!
Let loose of me! God--

Yeah. Could I speak
with the manager please?

Yeah.
It's Jake Bartholemew.
Room 3-2-7.

Ow!

Yeah.

£25,000?

- Insured?
- Oh, yes. Thank goodness.

Where was it kept?Apparently on a side table
like a dish of peanuts.

Have they any ideas?No, he just telephoned to say
the damned thing's gone missing.

Better get on to
Detective Fagan, will you?
Start him off.

Fagan's drinking again.Well, somebody's
got to do it.

I suppose
you had better.

Right you are, sir.Let's try and keep it
to ourselves, shall we?

3-2-7.
Mr. Bartholemew.

Ah. Mr. Bartholemew.
If it's not too much
trouble,

I'd like to
send Mr. Swayle up to get
some information from you.

Yes. Our regular man,
Detective Fagan,
is down with the flu.

Oh, no, no, no.
No, I assure you,

if anyone can
get to the bottom of this,
it's our Mr. Swayle.

Yes. Mr. Swayle was attached
to an intelligence unit
during his army service.

Of course. Certainly.
By all means.
Thank you so much.

Actually, it was
the catering corps, sir.

This afternoon, Victor,
after lunch.

Sir.

Hello. Yes.

Yes, it is.
Yeah. Put him through.

Um, Mr. Mundy, I'm calling
because one of the items...

which is covered in my policy
has apparently been stolen.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Yeah. It's a small
bronze head by Henry Moore.

Uh-huh.
Yes. It was here
on a bedside table.

Yes. In the hotel.

What? Yes.

Yes, it is! It is covered
in the "agreed values" section
of the policy.

I pay more premium,
but it's covered.
A special clause.

Jake, I'm going out
for a while.

Well, you better check.
I'll go with you. Hang on.

No. It's okay.
I'm going for a walk.

- Where you going?
- Just out. A walk.

Well, I'll go with you.
Yeah, uh, but, look,
I can't talk right now.

I've got another call coming.
Yeah. Okay. Tomorrow. Bye.

Tina?

Teddy, when you told me
to go into cocoa,
you practically guaranteed it.

No. I realize you can't
predict a dock strike
in Sierra Leone,

but a $30,000 margin call
is nothing, Teddy.

And, anyway,
I would really rather not
be pressed on it today.

Tina is very upset. Her little
Henry Moore statue got stolen.

Yeah, it's insured. $50,000.
So, you know, look at that
as collateral for your margin.

Right. No, she wouldn't mind.
Why should she mind?

Anyway, Teddy, the cocoa's gonna
be off the dock soon. Right?

Worse? What are y--
What could be worse than that?

Dumping it into the ocean?

Well, I mean,
you can dredge up cocoa,
can't you?

Well, I don't know.
You could call that guy
who found the Titanic.

Teddy, I realize
the position it puts you in.
Yes, we're friend--

Teddy, please don't talk
about liquidating me.

Ted-Teddy. Teddy,
I am asking for grace.
Grace?

- Oh, Mr. Bartholemew.
- Excuse me. Hi.

How are you?

Yes?
Mrs. Bartholemew,
I'm Victor Swayle,
the assistant manager.

Is Mr. Bartholemew in?
He's expecting me.He's out.

Well, I'm here
concerning your robbery.

I'm very sorry
to hear about it.So am I.

I just wanted to ask you
a few questions.

Oh, come in.

I really can't tell you much.
It was just here yesterday
and gone today.

It's gone, missing,
stolen.

You've looked
around the suite?Sure. Everywhere.

No sign.

It's just gone,
missing, stolen.

Oh, Jake.
This is Mr.--

Swayle. Swayle.

Mr. Swayle.
He's from the hotel
to investigate.

Oh. Hi.
I told him
we couldn't
help much.

Uh, no, we can't.
Not much. It's gone.
Stolen, I guess.

Have you
notified the police?

The police.
No, we haven't.
Not yet.

Well, maybe we can
hold that off for a while.

We're conducting
our own investigations,
and, obviously,

if we can keep it in-house
and return you your goods,

we'll all be happier.

Mrs. Bartholemew,
Mr. Bartholemew,
thank you for your help.

Can't say how sorry I am
that such a thing should have
happened in our hotel.

I do hope that you won't
hold it against us.

Oh, us? No.
We wouldn't dream of it.

Mr. Bartholemew,
I wonder if I could just
have a word in private.

Sure. Okay.

Uh, Mr. Bartholemew, I'm sorry
to have to mention this today,
but it's the bill.

It's getting heavily
on the debit side,

and we would want to see
some very serious reductions
within the next three days,

otherwise we shall have to
start taking measures.

Look, uh, Mr.--Swayle.

Mr. Swayle.
A $60,000 artwork is
missing from your hotel.

I would say the debit
is on your side.

Well, please, Mr.-- Yourhotel.

So I think the last thing
we should worry about...

is the size
of my hotel bill.

In fact, the lawsuit which
I'm attempting to persuade
my wife not to file...

would make my hotel bill
look like a one-hour rental
in a Tijuana bordello!

Please, Mr. Bordell--
Mr. Bartholemew. I know
how upsetting this is for you.

No, you don't know
what upsetting is,
you stupid prick.

It was fun to stay in
for a change.

It makes me feel old,
stayin' in,
watching TV with you.

Maybe it wasn't
a really great TV night.

I mean, how many times will they
allow Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
to be remade?

Is it an infinite number?

It reminds me of home,
my mother, my father.

The story line
or the characters?

No. Staying in
and watching TV...

because they had
nowhere else to go.

Look, Jake, you don't know
what that head means to me.

Sure, I love it,
but I'm frightened
without it.

It's the only thing
that I've got in the world.

Tina, it was your idea
to steal it in the first place.

To help you.
I mean, is your family
really out of the question?

Yeah. Military school
is the last thing I said
I would ever take from them.

And your sister
and your brother?My sister's having a baby.

My brother wouldn't give me
the sweat off his balls.

Oh, God, Jake.
I mean, we should have
been in Sardegna by now.

What are we doing
in this dump?Dump?

Who are you,
the Queen Mother?Oh, the big breadwinner.

"It's not a problemproblem,"
it's just a problem...

when the only thing of value
in your wallet's the leather.

If I were you, I'd stay away
from leather as a general topic
of conversation,

at least until you can find it
in your heart to cut down
your shoe consumption.

I mean, you know, I always
thank God for Sundays, 'cause
it means you can't go shopping.

On the seventh day
she rested and she drank.

Screw you. Screw you!
Get it back and give it back!Keep your voice down.

I don't wanna
wake up everyone.Why? Why?

They're gonna throw us
outta here anyway!

One more time,
where were you
this morning?

I told you,
I went for a walk.Bullshit.

If you went for a walk,
you would've come back
with packages.

I went for a walk in the street.Yeah, maybe over to Joan's
carrying a little bundle.

Ow!Where were you? And don't
tell me out buying cigars.

Because I know you can
have them sent up.

I went somewhere else.
Okay?

Now, stop it.

Come on. Come here.

What are we fighting about?

Come on.
We're in this together.

Oh, God. Just get it back
and give it back to me.

Well?

What are
you gonna do?I'm thinking.

I thought I heard
something rattling.

Now, your name is
Mr. Jake Bartholemew?

Jonathan.Jonathan.

And you normally
reside where?

Well, uh, we don't.

We travel, uh,
don't we, honey?

Normally we would have
been in Sardegna
if it weren't for this.

Can I just ask, Mr. Bartholemew,
your date and place of birth,
please?

Plainfield, New Jersey.
Uh, July 8, 1955.

And your full name, please,
Mrs. Bartholemew?

Tina Leslie Bartholemew.

Leslie.

And, um, forgive me
if I ask you too.

I feel very ungallant
sometimes, but, uh...

um, you were born-- March 12,

1959.

Pensacola, Florida, U.S.A.

And the date
of your marriage?

Well...

we're not, in the classic sense
of the term, actually married.

Well, there's
no harm in that.

But, uh, you've
known each other for--

- Two years. Two years.
- Two years.

We learn a little more
about each other every day.

But do we really need
all the personal questions?

Well, it's just part of
the procedure to satisfy
the insurance company.

Just helps them deal
a little bit more quickly
with your claim.

Now, uh,

where did you purchase it,
Mr. Bartholemew?

It was a gift.From who?

Well, from Tina's
first husband.

First husband?
Uh, you've been
married twice, then?

No. Jake means
the man I was married to.

His name?

Larry.

Laurence Oates.Laurence Oates.

Laurence... Oates.

You were divorced when?

Well, in the classic sense
of the term,

it's not final yet.

So, legally, you're still
Mrs. Laurence Oates?

Yes. Legally.

She would have done
3-2-7 two nights ago.

Well, ask Jenny
if she has any idea...

where a £25,000
Henry Moore statuette
may have got 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.

The small head
on the table by the bed?

Yes. Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.
Yes, thank you, Victor.

Yes.
Mrs. Doughty,

I think the most
sensible thing to do...

would be to search
wherever it is
that Jenny lives.

Mr. Swayle can do it.
He's a trained man.

Why her place?
She wants to know.

Well, she was the one on duty.
Reports have to be made.

It'll save time.
Take your choice.

Now, I'm sure it's not Jenny
that's done it, et cetera,
et cetera,

but life is hard,
Mrs. Doughty.

Let's just get it
out of the way...

and then Jenny can come back
and finish her work here,

or whatever,
as the case may be.

I've had a word with the hotel.
He's three weeks behind
with the bill.

And he had the statue valued
just the day before for £20,000.

And he's in cocoa, and there's
tons of it piled up in
a dock strike in Sierra Leone.

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
a report from our adjuster--
I understand Mr. Slaughter.

Did he, in fact, get over
to see you this morning?

Well, you can't ever
pin a date down exactly.

There's a lot
of paperwork involved.

Oh, usually not more
than six to eight weeks.

Yes. Yes.
Six to eight weeks, I'm afraid.

Mr. Swayle, Jenny would
like to use the bathroom
if that's all right.

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

Nothing in here.

I think I'll do
the bathroom next.

Mr. Swayle?

Yes?

Uh, Jenny says
she feels embarrassed.Why is that, Mrs. Doughty?

Don't look at her while
I'm talking to you, otherwise
you'll embarrass her more.

- Just get on with your work.
- All right, Mrs. Doughty.

Apparently, she put some things
into the sink to soak
before going out,

and she wouldn't have left them
had she known you were coming.

Excuse me.

- What's going on?
- Who are you?

- That's what I said.
- I'm a friend of Jenny's
from the society.

This, uh, gentleman,
is from the hotel
where she works.

He's looking for something.

What thing?Something
that's gone missing.

So why's he looking here?
He thinks Jenny's nicked it?

Just hold on, son.
Just a second.

- What are you doing?
- Leaving.

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

Uh, just a technicality.
I wouldn't refuse.

Okay, son.
Off you go now.

Oh, you little bastard.

Are you all right,
Mr. Swayle?

I'll be all right in a second.

Just-Just gotta sit.

Then I'll finish off in here.

Who is that
little fuck-wit?

Her brother, she tells me.

Well, you just tell her that
if I ever see him again, I will
break every bone in his body!

Tina, you know
that insurance money is not
gonna be here for a while.

There's a piece of paper
in my pocket. Take it out
and read it to me.

It'll help clear my mind.What, here?

Yeah.

"Model."
Crossed out?Yep.

So what is this?

It's a list of things
I could do.

"Airline stewardess.
Work in an office."

That's great.
"Sell poetry."

What poetry?Oh, you know, those poems
I write that you say you like.

I thought, you know,
I could find someone
and 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.

And I thought, you know,
she might fix me up
with something.

"Buddy's Big Boy."

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

I used to do it
when I was 17."Other."

Other things I could do.
I just don't know
what they are yet.

Tina.

It's okay.
I'll fix it.
Don't worry.

I doworry.Look, you can do
anything you wanna do.

You're young.Not forever.

Look, don't get me wrong...

if I say that I thought
that I could rely on you.

I know that's not fair.

It's just, well, 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.

Honey. Baby.
Tina.

Now, you gotta tell me
where it is.

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

Well, I'll tell you something.
I don't have it either.Well, how do I know?

Tina, if I had the statue,
I would have sold it...

and we would be
out of here!

Look, you know, you know,
w-we're fighting.

Say we break up.
What do I have?

What do I have?What do you have?

What do 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 at me!
Just do something!
I don't care what it is.

Okay.

So what is it with you two
at the moment?

Uh... you know, ever since
that little 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...

gamblers and brokers
and bankers.

And they're mostly men,
and I hate men
and 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?

Ta, love. Bye.

So long, my love.

- Can I see you a minute?
- What you got, Steve?

You and your mates knock off
some more knives and forks?

What you got?

What is it, Steve?

Don't know, Frankie.
I found it somewhere.

I reckon it's
worth something.

Hot, Steve?

Don't know, Frankie.
Just found it somewhere.
I think it's worth something.

Not to me, Steve.
I wouldn't know
what to do with it.

A fiver, Frankie.No, Steve,
it's not worth it.

I wouldn't know
how to shift it.

It'd just be a liability
to me, a worry, Steve.

Ugly-lookin' thing,
isn't it?

A couple of quid.No, Steve. I'd like
to help, but no, thanks.

I'll still give you a good price
if you and the lads can
knock off some more silverware.

Yeah, I know,
Frankie.

Thanks.

Look at
the state of him.

By the way,
you're taking him home.

What you got in the bag?This?

Oh!What the hell's that?

It's worth
nothing, mate.
Not worth a thing.

Okay. That's
the last one.

Here.

Piece of crap.
Steve.

Let me have one,
Steve.

Come in.

It's okay. Come on in.

Oh, could you leave some
of those bath salts, please?

We've run out.

The bath salts are
one of the good things
about staying in hotels.

Bath salts
and free shampoo.

I do like it when they
leave the chocolate on
the pillow in gold foil...

with a little message
saying "sleep well."

You married?

Ah, it doesn't matter.

You got a man?

You ever feel like
it's going to be over,
though,

and you don't know
what you feel--
if it's good or bad...

or just frightening?

Maybe you got kids, though.

Is it better or worse?

Or just more crowded?

The bath salts, remember?

Thanks.

Mother, I'd love to hear
more about last night,

but I'm not going
to be able to make it.

The magazine.
I just got more work to do.

So what if he's 47?
Forty-seven's not too young.

You could pass for 47.

He's Italian?
I'll call you in the morning,
and we'll talk about it then.

Okay, bye.

It's the best I could do
on such short notice.

If you'd given me warning,
I could've cooked.
I'm a good cook.

The eggs are great.
How long have you
lived here?

Mm, since college.

My mother married
an Englishman, a major.

So I came over one summer
and never left,

partly because the major
died out fishing one day...

and partly because
of other reasons--

the boyfriends.

I meant how long have you
lived in this apartment?

Oh, I thought
you meant in England.

I did.
I'm just teasing.

Jake.

So how come you don't have
anywhere to live?

Well, my family has a house,
but my parents live there.

I don't go there very often.
I like to travel around.

Does Tina like it too? So far.

Although I'm beginning to think
maybe not so much anymore.

Women are different.

Mm-hmm. I'd sure be happy to travel
anywhere and see the world.

- That's not an offer, though.
- Why not?

Well, Tina's my friend.

And that's where
your loyalties lie?

That's the way it should be.

Girls sticking together
and whatever?

It's safer that way.

I don't know that there
is any safety, really.

- You don't want any
of this rice, do you?
- .

I'll get some coffee.

Good evening.
It's been a wet day
in most parts of the country.

It does look as if
this unsettled weather
is going to continue.

A lot more rain to come.
Let's have a look at--More rain?

Here's a list of
today's rainfall amounts.

You can see London
topping the league--

Don't answer.

It might be important.

Not as important as this.

It'll only take a sec.

Hello. Who's this?

Tina!

Not yet, huh?

I wish I could help,
but I can't.

Um, no, tonight's
not a good idea.

I'm in bed,
and I'm half asleep.

Lunch, that's great.
Okay.

Okay, I'll talk to you
tomorrow. Bye.

Boltons, please.

Oh.

Hi.
Who is it?

Tina.

Hi, Jonathan.

Your beard looks swell.
Can I come in?

Is Larry here? Yes, he's here,
upstairs.

He's going to Tokyo
in the morning,

but he's got a bad cold,
so he went to bed early.

Want to see him?

Sort of.
That's why I'm here.

Upstairs.

Second door
on the left.

Hi, Melissa.
You're looking great.

What is she doing here?

God knows.

It's me.

Can I come in?

You're in.

Sit down.

What's up?

I'm sorry for
everything that's happened.
I just want you to know that.

I'm glad to know
you're consistent.

You said that two years ago.
What's up?

I need your help.

Why?

My mother's sick,

and she needs the money
for an operation.

What kind of operation?

Brain. There's something
wrong with her brain,

and she needs to have
an operation.

- Where's she having it done?
- On her brain.

Tina. Where?
What hospital?

Pensacola?Pensacola probably.
We just don't know yet.

What'll it cost, this operation
on your mother's brain?

$50,000...

or so.

What are you doing?Uh, I have got a headache.

I'm looking for aspirin.

In the bathroom.

I've already looked there.
I couldn't see any.

What are you doing,
going through my things?

I told you,
I've got a splitting headache
and I'm not thinking straight.

If, uh--

If you don't want to give money
for my mother directly,

um, would you consider
buying back...

that little Henry Moore?

That was
an anniversary present.

I know. I know.
And I cherish it.

But for my mother.

All right, if you want me to.

There is one little problem.

Uh-huh. And what's
the little problem?

It's been stolen.

So you want me to give you
$50,000 for a little head
which you don't have?

But we're looking for it.

Have you been drinking?

Only a little bit.

I used to love you, Tina.

I used to love
you too, Larry.

I don't love you
anymore, Tina.

Hmm, I don't know
what I feel anymore.

You're not in love
with Jake?

Yes, I'm in love with Jake.

Then I can't help you.

Sorry.

They were
in the bathroom.

Oh, I didn't
seem them. Hmm.

Oh. Mm.

Boy, those are
terrific pills.

I feel much better already.

Hmm.

You're a terrific girl.
This is just between
you and me, right?

Are you a shit, Jake?

I don't think so.

Sometimes, yeah.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

You're a terrific guy.

Just between
you and me, right?

Hi, Mom.
It's Jake. Yeah.

How are you?

No, I'm in London.

Well, it's, uh--
it's a little
after 2:00 here.

Yeah.

I know.
It's been a while.

Yeah, I'm happy,
very well.

You don't have to worry
about me, Mom.
Are you okay?

Oh, you just had dinner.
Mm-hmm.

It sounds like
you just had dinner.

Vodka dinner
and gin dinner.

I see.

She's fine, thanks.
Yeah, she's very well. Tina.

Tina. Mm-hmm.
She's a nice girl, Mom.

You'd like her.

Uh, I don't know
why we haven't yet.

I guess we're just
not ready. Listen.

I need to talk to Dad.
Is he there?

Well, I don't know
why he wouldn't be.

Yeah, okay.

Dad? Hello, sir.
How are you?

No, I was just calling.
Just calling.

Um, 'cause I knew
your birthday was coming up...

and I found
this new shirt shop--

No, I know you've got
plenty of shirts.

I just thought you might like
one of these, and I wanted
to check your size.

Right, right, 16 1/2, 36.

Uh, how's business?

Mine? It's going
very well, good.

Um, I wanted to, uh...

see, um--

to, uh--

Is Mom all right?

No, it just sounded like
she had just had dinner.

Yeah. Okay.

Yes, sir.
16 1/2, 36.

Uh, yes, sir. Bye.

Tina, how can you
have anything left?

You told me you just had
half a hamburger.

A bucket of martinis
and a bottle of champagne.

Oh, God. You gotta get that
for me...

'cause I absolutely
cannot talk to anyone
except that insurance guy.

I can't. Hello.

Mr. Mercer, the manager.
I'm sorry, he's out.

Thanks. Tina, we are
in real trouble now.I know.

For the last time,
I want you to swear to me...

that you don't know where
that goddamn statue is.

Tina, I will sign
a piece of--

This has writing on it,
but I would sign
a piece of paper...

giving you its value
when the cocoa comes in.

You have to trust me,
please.

Listen. I want
to get engaged--

that will make you
trust me-- and then
married maybe someday.

Anything.
Then children.

There's a little vomit here.
I got it.

Irwin, after your father.
Tina Junior. Mmm.

Uh, children,
a house maybe somewhere.

A dog like you like,
whatever kind that is,
okay?

What do you say?

I'm gonna get sick again.

Okay, let's see.

Onions, celery,

three pound
of cooking apples.

That would be...

£2.43, love.

Yeah, I know
usually ten percent,
but ten percent of what?

Yeah, I know you're
not supposed to tell me.

Ten percent of what?
Ten percent of 20 grand?

Approximate, is it?

But somewhere
in the neighborhood
of 2,000 quid, is it?

Water's trouble,
isn't it?

If you're drowning, it is.

No, I mean in dreams.

Well, I'm not a dream expert.

All the dreams
I've been having
these last few days...

have been full of water,

colored water--

green water, red water.

You sure it's water
and not alcohol?

I only drink to be happy,

or if I'm
a little worried,

or to celebrate,

or if something's wrong.

You should try it.I don't know
that it would help.

It could help your card game.
It would make you looser.

I was loose enough.

Staying up all hours
of the night...

and not winning anything.

Oh, I broke even,
more or less.

Do you have any cash?No, I don't, damn it.

Maybe I can get some
from Joan at lunch.No.

Why?Bad for credit.

What are we
gonna do, Jake?

Tina?

You can cut loose
if you want to.

I'm not in it
only for the good times.

If we get it back,
we can sell it.

Okay?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
five families for a year.

Would you call it greed?

Would I call what greed?

What's been coming
between us.

No.

I'd call it, uh...

fear.

I don't know
where it is.

I mean, I don't even know
if I was up here.

I mean, it was ages ago.

It could be--
Oh, shit.

It could be anywhere.

Whatever is done,
is done.

Hello, Jake. Hello, Gordon.

Longish time, no see.Yeah, longish time,
no see.

How are you?
Oh, those cuff links
are nice.

Those? Those are...

Van Cleef, 1938, signed.

Yeah? How much?

Five thousand pounds.

Oh, not at the moment,
thanks.

I was thinking about selling
my Cartier and getting
a different one, a prewar.

What would you
give me for it?
Take it off.
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.

All right, cash.

£46.80.

£46.80?
What's the joke?

Remember, Jake,
"Longish Time, No See."

That girl you were going out
with a couple of years ago,
the German girl?

What German girl?
Oh, yeah, that-- Yeah.

What, that bracelet?
No, I paid you.

No, sorry, you didn't.
You sent me a note
saying it was coming.

I paid you, Canadian dollars.
She told me she brought you
the money.

She bought
a Lalique vanity set.

You're kidding. No.

Eva. Very good taste,
remember?

Yeah, very good taste.

You want the 46.80,
or shall I credit it to you?

No, I'll take it.
Cab fare is cab fare.

Stop it! Stop it!

I didn't do nothing!

You-- You got it back,
didn't you?

Stop it!

Deaf git.

Oh, don't cry.

Here. Everything's
gonna be fine.It is?

You've got everything
anyone could possibly want.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.

And now I am 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.
I've lied to 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.

Well, maybe he
wasn't out with a tramp.
Maybe he was telling the truth.

Oh, what does it matter?

What is one fuck
with a tramp anyway?

Yeah.

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 good last night.

I'll see you later,
honey, okay?

Tina?

Tina?

Jake Bartholemew,
dead tonight at age 35.

Film at 11:00.

Best known for his wit,
wardrobe and business acumen,

Bartholemew died penniless...

and, in an untimely death,
without a watch...

in an overpriced
London hotel room
which he couldn't afford.

He is survived
by Tina Leslie 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. Tina.Oh, what is it, Jake?

Come on. Let's go.Careful. I feel sick.

The Henry Moore is back.

It's back? Where from?I don't know where from,
but it's back.

We're rich again.
I mean, we're not broke.You're kidding.

We're okay.
Yeah, we're liquid.

We're not broke?
Oh, thank God. We're liquid?

Yeah.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
Mercer for me, okay?

Huh?It's kind of early
in the morning, Jake.

No, this is the call
he'll want to get.Okay.

Mr. Mercer, please.

Hello. Mercer here.

Mr. Mercer, Mr. Bartholemew
would like to speak with you.

Goddamn it!
Jake?

Goddamn it!

He's attending
to other business right now,
and he will return your call.

Goddamn it!
Goddamn it!

What's the matter? Damn it!

It's been stolen.

Again?

It's not quite so simple,
Mr. Sedgewick. How do you mean?

And I'm not saying
I've got it.

I'm saying I might know
where it might be.
I might.

What I mean is,
the ad says, "Subject
to the usual conditions."

That's arrest and recovery.

We want two heads,
Mr. Sedgewick.
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 in any life...

there will be terrible
crises to overcome.

And once you know
that that's where it is,

it's just your own
personal terrible jam.

That's half the battle.

You have to change
your direction
the arrow was pointing.

That is what
adversity is for.

It's there to help you.

But you have
to have the courage.

And that is
what I believe...

kept the great men
throughout history...

from drinking the bottle
of Liquid-Plumr.

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 no calling.

Calling?

Yeah, brain surgeon,
botanist, doctor, lawyer,

sculptor.

I have no talent--Sure, you do.

You're good at numbers,
usually.

You're good at helping me
choose clothes.
You're talented in bed.

That's something.

Me?

"Me"?

Am I worth sticking to?

Am I?

As far as I'm concerned,
even though you're not
a biologist.

Botanist.

Or a sculpture.

Sculptor.

I love you.

Likewise.

Yeah?Steve Finn?

That's right.

My name is Marty Slaughter.
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.Hmph.

Um, Jenny Finn?

Oh, okay.
Sorry. Sorry.

Now, listen. Listen.

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--Jen didn't do nothing.

You could go to Borstal for
a year.
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 ten 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.

Come on. One.I don't know nothing.
I told you.

Two. Your sister, then?I don't know nothing!

Nothing.Four.

I don't know nothing.
I don't know nothing!Borstal.

Six. A year?I don't know nothing.

I don't know nothing.
I don't know nothing.

Just-- Just leave me alone.
Jesus Christ.

All right. All right.
All right.

Okay, Steve,
knock it off.

We'll stop it here.
All right?

You say to--
You tell your sister,
"Don't go back to the hotel."

All right?

Look.

Uh, I'll try
and square it with them...

and get in touch
with-- with, uh...

whoever I can.

Oh, God.
Um... Steve,

tell her it will
be all right.

But she'd better
find another job.

Why'd she do it?

Christ knows.

To get money?Jen don't care
about money.

Why, then?Christ knows.

Why?

Why?

What's it say?

It says,
"Because it spoke,

and I heard it."

I'll try to square it.
You tell her. Mm-hmm.

Don't be scared.
It will be okay.

One day I will be able
to look after us.

Head on bone base,
bronze by Henry Moore.

One of the series of nine,
original mold destroyed.

Thanks.For what?

For letting us
do this.
£15,000?
15,500.

16,000. 16,500.

Seventeen.

£17,000.

It's for 17--
17,500.

Are you insane?

18,000. 19,000.

20,000. 21,000.

22,000. 23,000.

24,000. Twenty-five.
Twenty-six.

Twenty-seven.
£27,000.

Any advance on £27,000?

£28,000.

It's going for £28,000.

Going, going,

gone for £28,000
to the gentleman with
the rose in his lapel.

Thank you, sir.

Okay?Okay.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
number 35:

a portrait
by Christopher Wood.

What am I bid?

Maybe we should buy
our own kitchen,

get our own ice box,
make our own cold drinks.

Just a kitchen?

It's a start.

There aren't many just-kitchens
on the market.

Well, maybe a bedroom too.

Where?Anywhere.

- Anywhere?
- Not New Jersey.

Okay.
Not Pensacola either.

Enrico? Enrico!

What would it be like
if he were ours?

We'd have
to learn Italian?

Jake!

Is this a serious
discussion, Tina?

I guess not.

It's an interesting
thought, though.

It is an interesting
thought.

Why don't we go up to our room,
order some lunch...

and pursue that thought?

I'm scared.

Everyone's scared of
their own special things, Tina.

I mean,
walk down the beach,

ask these people
if they're scared of cocoa.

They'll tell you no,
but to some people
cocoa's very scary.

And as far as I know,

you've never been scared
when we've made love.

Right? I mean,
except that time
on the airplane.

That was because
it was so bumpy.