Passport to Shame Page #2

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I wasn't talking about Nick. I was

just telling you what the cards say.

What does it say about getting married?

Well, there's a middle-aged fair man.

I wonder could it be this one.

Widower, 53, steady job, own home...

seeks companionable lady of refined

taste with a view to marriage.

Well?

What's the joke?

You and your respectable prospects.

You've been reading those

matrimonial journals for 2 years now.

You'll never leave Nick.

I want to, the way he acts now.

And I will too, if the

right man comes along.

Well the cards say you're

not getting married until...

The cards.

You don't know how

to read them anyway.

Won't get married til when?

When do the cards say?

Aggie, I need a new bed

for my sister Maria.

She can't sleep properly

on that one.

We haven't got any beds.

Besides, your sister isn't

one of the working girls.

What about the bed in there?

It's booked.

Now come on, when do the cards say?

When?

Do I get that bed for Maria?

Vicky, read the cards.

Oh very well.

Take the bed from room 43.

That one's reserved

for a new girl.

A special.

Here, they're all yours. My...

niece won't need them now.

But I can't.

Come on, take your things off.

Especially that mac.

And you won't need that hat.

Is that your best frock?

It's my only one.

Try this.

It's beautiful.

It should fit you.

Damn, now I have to fix this stocking.

You know I bet this new girl doesn't

have to mend her own clothes.

Oh stop moaning. You

do alright don't you?

Come along my dear.

I'll help you into it.

Anyone at home?

You know Nick, for a moment

you looked like a customer.

Cut it out. -You took the

words right out of my mouth.

Now remember this girl's

valuable property.

She's not going to

be easy to handle.

How do you know?

Experience... and instinct.

A woman is like a guitar,

it depends on the player.

And you're a maestro.

Now this first thing we've got

to do is to get a husband.

I've got one.

And so I told the old lady

exactly what my lawyer told me...

the only thing to do is to get the

girl married off to a British subject.

Then she won't need a labour permit

and all her troubles will be over.

But of course, I haven't got

an eligible bachelor handy.

Except you.

I can't afford to keep a

taxi, never mind a wife!

Ah well, you know best.

Of course all you'd have to do

is to go through the ceremony.

Afterwards we get the marriage annuled.

You know, for non-consumation.

Two minutes and it's all over.

The old lady, she's so keen to

keep that girl as her companion...

she'd give you 200 and think

of you as doing her a favour.

Course you'd have your own cab again.

And you'd be doing me a favour too.

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