Dirty Pretty Things

Synopsis: Okwe is an illegal Nigerian immigrant leading a hard life and struggling to survive in London's underground. He works as a hotel receptionist in the night time and as he has a doctor degree he practices some medicine, during the day, in a very odd way. Besides that he must constantly escape from Immigration officers. One day Okwe discovers by chance an illegal scheme of surgeries is being lead by Juan, his boss in the hotel. Juan quickly comes up with a tempting proposal: if Okwe accepts to perform the illegal surgeries he makes a lot of money and gets legalized situation in the U.K. Can Okwe keep his moral values intact?
Genre: Crime, Drama, Thriller
Director(s): Stephen Frears
Production: Miramax Films
  Nominated for 1 Oscar. Another 17 wins & 26 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.4
Metacritic:
78
Rotten Tomatoes:
94%
R
Year:
2002
97 min
$7,953,388
Website
863 Views


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.

Take one three times a day.

Avoid alcohol.

In here. Come.

It's all right.

So she's a popular lady.

My warriors cannot work|with rotten balls.

My friend is just a porter|in the hospital crematorium.

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Steven Knight

Steven Knight was born in 1959 in Marlborough, England. He is a writer and producer, known for Eastern Promises (2007), Peaky Blinders (2013) and Locke (2013). more…

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