Hussy

Welcome back. What happened?

I missed the champagne.

The happy laughter of the Hostess Room.

The dazzling wit.

The ebb and flow of hand-to-hand bargaining.

The brilliance of the cabaret.

You got fired, didn't you?

Ah, Beaty Simons!

- I looked for you downstairs, but you were... - You stay, stay.

This place needs a bit of class.

God knows it does.

Right. Er... Olympia, the Viper.

Marlene and Gaby, two gentlemen from Turkey.

No, wait, er... Marlene and... Daisy.

Do you want me to get the Viper to double book us?

You won't work otherwise. Not the first night.

What, so you're not booked?

Looks that way.

Amazing.

Don't waste your time with me. I don't date club people.

Ah, neither do I. Ever.

Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. No.

Never.

You got a kid?

What, a boy or a girl?

Boy. He's ten.

Er... does he live with you?

No, as it happens.

That's tough.

Well, good night.

Good night.

Hi! So what happened to the lights?

- Did you think I'd left the country? - No, I'm sorry, I... dreaming.

- Dreaming? - I went to sleep.

- Really? - Be better tomorrow.

Well, let's hope so.

- Couldn't be worse, right? - Sure couldn't.

No.

Er... could I have a word with you for a second?

- Sure. - If you'll excuse us.

- 'Night, Charles. - I'll see ya.

Er... that new hostess?

Oh, already! Some sucker always falls for Beaty.

- Well, who is she? What's the story? - Which one?

Er... the truth.

That depends on who she's with. I mean, it could be, er...

"I was brought up in a little village.

"and then Mummy died, and I came to London."

She's got a kid. Right?

Some girls find that very effective.

I mean, she is a classic.

I find it a bit old-fashioned and depressing, don't you?

Well, life often is, right?

You're so profound, Emory.

Do you know, I think a person's...

brain is the sexiest part of their body.

What do you think?

Well, I think it depends on the person.

Good night.

'Bye.

- Hello. - Radio Limousines.

- Yeah, hi, it's Emory. - Emory? What do you want ?

I want all the work you can give me.

Well, there's an airport at 5am. Any use to you?

Yeah, sure. I'll take it. Goodbye.

Here, listen to this:

"Since its move to Birmingham two years ago, the Motor Show

"has attracted an increasing number of serious foreign buyers.

"This year an estimated thirty thousand will be coming

"to join the hordes of British visitors."

If I ever run into the guy who moved that show out of London,

I'm going to take him home,

give him the best fuck he's ever had,

and charge him a thousand for loss of earnings.

Me and Marlene once got that every day during a Motor Show.

- What? - It's true.

Five hundred a day, each.

- The hotel trick? - Uh-huh.

My God! You must be made of shoe leather down there.

The booking clerk almost killed us before we'd even started.

Still, he did get us in among the Japs.

Your night tonight, Beaty. Special order.

- Ooh! - Hey ho.

- Prince Charles, is it? - Mmm!

Oh. Ta-ra.

Hi.

Wow!

Look, um...

you're obviously broke, and I'm expensive.

So why don't we just get back in the car,

and you can drive me home?

Don't be expensive. Take a night off.

No.

Sorry.

That right?

Jesus!

- You want a drink? - Er... yeah.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

A nice place!

It's not mine.

Belonged to my wife.

Her family lets me stay here.

So you are broke.

Yeah.

- So, er... where is your wife? - No more of that.

I want you to wake up sober.

You don't think I'm going to stay the night?

That's all I want.

I just... want you to be here when I wake up.

I got a spare room.

Emory?

Good night.

Come on. Hey, let's cut a rug.

Hey, honey, am I gonna get something nice for a whole lot of money?

- Is this a shirt or a frilly parachute? - Ah!

Oh, thermal underwear.

You know something, honey?

You've got an awfully big mouth for an over-the-hill hooker.

You keep a civil tongue in your head, fat man,

or I'll charge you by the pound.

Oh, you're so strong.

Stronger by the pound.

I'll show you some pounds. Want to see some pounds, huh?

I bet I'm going your way.

- What? Down? - Eh?

- Ring for a cab, will you, Jack? - All right.

- Good night, friend. - Good night...

sucker.

It's so quiet.

Sunday.

I saw a hotel back there.

I don't kiss.

- You don't kiss? - Nn-nn.

Then what do you do?

Anything else.

Like what?

You kissed.

- Yes, you did. Yes, you did. Yes. - I didn't.

Y ou could come and live with me.

Yeah. Okay.

Who's that?

My ex-husband.