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?
supplied by divx.NeKryXe.com
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 b*tch!
This sh*t 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 f***ers 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 f***ing devil!
Where's the greeter here?
This f***ing 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*** 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.
You still driving cabs|in the day?
You're going to kill yourself.
I do not care to sleep.
When you go quiet,|it means you've won already.
Go on, Okwe. Don't be nice.
It makes it worse.
Well, sh*t.
You want Chinese|or English tea?
Chinese.
Don't know|how you drink that stuff.
I found it on a body. It's|blown my head wide open.
You should read it.
Medicine for your soul, Okwe,
Guo Yi,|today I also found something.
In a lavatory,
in one of the hotel rooms.|Someone's heart.
A heart. A human heart.
I'm only telling you|because you are a rational man.
Maybe there's an explanation.
Maybe some guy with one of|the girls had a heart attack.
Rooms are down as empty,
so the Spanish guy|had to get rid of the body.
- Hotels hate dead people.|- It was a healthy heart.
So your boss was right.|Somebody brought it with them.
- Who carries human organs?|- Lots of people.
- Name someone.|- Me, OK? Me.
I do it all the time.
I take my work home.
What I'm saying is, I could,|if I was weird.
And this is a weird city.
Why would anyone do that|to a human heart?
These sound to me|like questions.
I don't ask questions|after eleven years here,
and I'm a certified refugee.
You're an illegal, Okwe.|You don't have a position here.
You have nothing.|You are nothing.
You wait outside.|I'll go get you those pills.
Stick to helping people|who can be helped.
Fresh stuff.
Thank you.
Having only one key|is making this impossible.
I do not want you coming in|when I am there.
At the hotel we are friends.|I am no different here.
How would it look, Okwe?
So it is better I always|chase you down the street?
Wait five minutes,|then knock the door.
Knock very, very quietly.
Yes?
Did you clean on the fifth|floor yesterday morning?
Nothing works!
Senay, did you clean room 510|yesterday?
What the hell are you|talking about the hotel for?
Water, water, water!
I was wondering if there was|a problem in 510 yesterday.
You can fix these things?
Okwe,
you can fix...?
They were not clean.
- Glasses need very hot water.|- So do women.
Everything here is connected|to everything else.
Okwe, in Africa it is the men|who cook and clean?
This came for you.
- Why did you not tell me?|- I just told you.
You have friends in New York?
Your postcard.
I have a cousin.
Ever since I was small,|she has written to me.
I sometimes wish London|was more like New York.
It would be easy|to drive a cab there.
You have been to New York?
- And you came back?|- I lived there for a time.
In the winter,|they put lights in the trees.
Is that true?
And you can skate in the parks.
And some of the policemen|ride white horses.
Not all of them, but some.
- What did you do there?|- I worked in a hospital.
- You were a cleaner?|- I was there to study.
So, why are you working|in a hotel?
It is an African story.
I've noticed you never answer|yes or no.
You are very strange.
You drink wine, Senay?
Do you want to know|why I left Turkey?
Because you wanted to live|like your cousin?
No, because I do not want|to live like my mother.
- Yes.|- Yes, what?
I do drink wine.
This is a recipe from Nigeria.
In Nigeria they do many|interesting things with pork.
But of course, I used lamb.
Avoid alcohol.
In here. Come.
It's all right.
So she's a popular lady.
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