Blame It on the Bellboy Page #3

- Your file?

- I'm a widower.

- I'm sorry.

It was long time ago.

She was a very good wife, Rosemary.

Tragic, really.

Camping in Wales.

She used to run a girl scout group.

One night, she nipped into the tent

to answer nature's call.

Tripped over a guy rope. Tent peg...

Oh, my God!

Still, I honestly believe, if she was

looking down on us now...

she wouldn't disapprove.

You know...

This sort of rigmarole.

That's nice.

Shame she can't be here

to enjoy it with you.

Yeah.

- Marshall?

- Sir, it's Melvyn.

Melvyn who?

Orton, sir.

In Venice, looking at the villa, sir.

Ah, you. What's it like?

I still haven't seen it yet, sir.

I just phoned to say that everything

is under control.

Jesus, Orton, you d*ckhead.

Do you want the sack?

I told you to look at the bloody thing

and to ring me when you've seen it.

I'm busy, Orton,

and you're a pain in the ass.

[dead line]

He knows me.

You are a worm.

Sorry?

You just sit there and take that sh*t?

- He's my boss.

- He insulted you.

And you just sit there?

If anyone insulted me,

I would have their knees blown off.

Well, I don't have your...

facilities.

You don't have the guts.

Life is not worth living

if you live it like a worm.

I am... not a worm. Honestly.

You take that with you everywhere,

then?

Just about.

- I'd love to hear you play some time.

- I'll play now.

- Any requests?

- Oh, gosh!

I don't know. What about

Strangers In The Night?

Feelings.

# Feelings, nothing more than feelings

# Trying to forget my...

[screaming]

Oh, my God!

[wails]

You know what these are for, uh?

- How you say in English?

- [sobs]

[wails]

Testicles, testicles... testicles...

I am not an assassin.

Wait, you've made

a mistake somewhere...

Wait, wait, wait! That's it!

Horton! There's a Mr. Horton

at my hotel!

- And what are you?

- Orton. Orton. With no H.

Orton with no balls

if you lie.

Well, they're out this time.

Find a perfect partner.

What do I get? Charles Bronson.

- Medi-Date. They want locking up.

- Medi-Date exists?

- Of course.

- A mistake.

Of course! You have a gun, Maurice.

Maurice?

That's one of mine.

You should see his album.

There is a chance you'll be in it.

Yuk! This is horrible. Come on.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Absolutely beautiful.

Yes.

What are you doing?

You said yourself

you want to take things further.

- Yes, but...

- You're quite right. My fault.

Just me being impatient.

Yes, everything's so...

So beautiful. Venice.

The Grand Canal. Your neck.

Jesus Christ! Drop me off, will you?

Over here. Quickly.

Okay, which hotel are you in?

Umm...

Over there.

Gianni, Rossi! Pull him out of there.

Caroline, what is it with you?

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