Dirty Pretty Things

Ryanair final call|for passenger Wilton,

travelling to Brussels,|Charleroi, on flight FR 1014.

Please proceed immediately|to departure gate 6,

where this flight|is now closing.

Do you want a car?|L10, theatre land?

Car? London?

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You want a taxi?

Buckingham Palace.

No-one.

Would you like a car, sir?

Are you from Sajit?

I'm not here|to meet you in particular,

but I am here to rescue those|let down by the system.

- OK, let's go.|- I'm over there.

Hey, Okwe, how are you, man?

- Who's next?|- 2-9.

Hey, my turn now.

Let's me go.

Hey!

- Your name is now Mohammed.|- Thank you, Okwe.

Hurry up now, man. Come|quick, quick, quick, quick.

Quick, now.

That bitch!

This shit dustbin city.

So... What, Okwe?

Amoxycillin.

You get that in Boots|all right, or not?

- From a doctor.|- You're a doctor.

I'm a driver.

Look, they say|you're a doctor, right?

You get me something now.

I can't piss fire another day,|man.

I'm a driver.

It's for my wife's sake.|You know what I mean?

OK... So, I'll get you|all the jobs in south London.

OK, I'll see what I can do.

Let me kiss you, Okwe.

Maybe in return|you can get some soap.

Early is as bad as late, Okwe.

Hello, Front Desk.

No, I'm afraid the kitchen|is closed from midnight.

I'm sorry.

Goodnight, madam.

Senay, perhaps today|I can cook you lunch?

No, Okwe.

- So, it's true what they say?|- What is true?

They say you and the Turkish|girl are nesting like birds.

I rent her couch.

In the morning,|when she's working here.

We're never there at the same|time. She has... rules.

You know she's a Muslim,|which means she's a virgin.

Like a little angel.

Ivan, I think|there's someone at the door.

Can you believe it?

One of the fuckers wanted|to put me on his Visa card!

Oh, my bloomin' feet!

Lucky I don't work standing up!

What?

Don't they have hookers|where you come from?

Where are you from?

Somewhere with lions, I bet.

I like lions.

Right... Oh, yeah.

You might want to send someone|to check on the room.

- There is a problem?|- How should I know?

I don't exist, do I?

See you tomorrow.

What's that? You're stealing|stuff already, huh?

Guy before you used to take|whole pigs from the freezer.

But you'd better hide it.|If Sneaky sees that...

Speak of the fucking devil!

Where's the greeter here?

This fucking place!

Hey! Instead of smoking,|you clean this place up!

Okwe! Everything is all right?

What's this? Lunch?

It was blocking the lavatory|in room 510.

It is a heart.

- A human heart.|- What?

What the f*ck do you know|about hearts, Okwe?

Perhaps you should telephone|the police.

Police? You think|I should call the police?

Senor Juan, someone is dead.

OK. You speak to them.

You found it.|You do the talking.

I will introduce you.

What's your full name, Okwe?

And you never told me|where you are from.

Or even how come you are here|in this beautiful country.

Hello? Police?

Yeah, I've got somebody|who wants to talk to you.

Hello? Hello?

You will learn, Okwe.

The hotel business|is about strangers.

And strangers will always|surprise you, you know.

They come to hotels in|the night to do dirty things.

And in the morning,

it's our job to make things|look pretty again.

For your trouble.

You think if you don't take|the money, you are innocent?

Take it.|Do something nice with it.

No.

It came to me last night|in a flash of inspiration.

I can see.

- That's a good move.|- Ah!

Guo Yi,|there's something I need.

Amoxycillin? You got the clap?

No. My boss.

- Which one?|- They're all the same.

In this country,|the health service is free.

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