The Damned Page #2

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Oh, you're much prettier out of jail.

As long as you're not pulling

your pretty little games on me...

You can do as you like.

It takes two to play pretty litle games.

Look, I invited you for a drink.

You didn't.

You didn't invite me anywhere.

You invited a little tart

you picked up on the street.

You didn't invite me anywhere.

Well who are you, Lady Godiva?

- That would make you peeping Tom.

- Oh!

Whoever I am, I'm not who you think.

You never even asked my name.

With a figure like that,

You don't need a name.

Okay... Okay, it's all my fault.

I thought you were a little tart. I'll

do better than that. I still think so.

Now what's your name?

Joan !

My name is Simon.

How do you do, Simon.

How do you do, Joan.

- Surly little thing.

- Ahem.

- Why are you here?

- I'm on holiday.

- From what?

- Everything.

I used to be an insurance executive,

but I decided to givbe it up.

It's a nice life

What is?

To be able to give it up.

If you don't like what

you're doing, I mean.

Oh, allow me to correct you, dear

chap. Joanie here is my sister.

- You couldn't be.

- Oh yes!

And I'm sure your sort isn't

interested in my sister.

Is that why you send here out into the streets?

- Simon!

- Get out of the boat, Joanie.

- Stay where you are, Joan.

If I was Simon, I'd let her go.

Now, if you wanna go

fishing, Simple Simon...

...you may go.

Don't ever do that again, Joanie.

I'll do what I like, King.

Do you think I'll let a man

put his dirty hands on you.

Go on! Go home, Simon! Good riddance!

Bye bye!

Have a nice trip! Get on it. God Bless!

Go on, Joan. Give it up!

Jump!

I'm glad he fell in the water!

When you come back to

shore, Simple Simon...

...you're a dead man.

[ Engines roar away ]

Joan...

- Sorry you came?

- Oh no, I'm looking forward...

to spending the rest

of my life out here.

It might be nice.

I's just ducking. Now

that you carried me off...

...in such a rag style,

what are you going to do?

Can't go back to Weymouth.

Look, I'm not afraid of King

Well I am.

Do you know what happened the last

time I tried to go out with a man?

I was locked in a cupboard for a week

Locked in a cupboard

and I'm 20 years of age.

Don't you have any parents?

No. King is all I've got.

Well, you should be

glad to be rid of him.

- Who says I am?

- I do.

Well you're wrong.

All that happened is that I'm stuck out

here in the middle of the ocean on a boat...

and King is waiting and watching

for me to go back and for you.

That isn't the only thing

that's happened and you know it.

For a split second you have the choice

of staying with King and coming with me.

Oh don't try and make anything of that.

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