Mona Lisa

Mona Lisa

Mona Lisa

men have named you

You're so like the lady

with the mystic smile

Is it only

'cause you're lonely

They have blamed you

For that

Mona Lisa strangeness

In your smile

Do you smile to tempt a lover

Mona Lisa

Or is this your way

to hide a broken heart

Many dreams have been

brought to your doorstep

They just lie there

And they die there

Are you warm

Are you real

Mona Lisa

Or just a cold and lonely

Lovely work of art

[ Knocks ]

[ Knocks ]

Yeah?

Do you want m um?

- Mum!

- Who is it, love?

-J eannie, get inside. Get inside.

-J ust let me talk to her.

- you can't do this to me.

- You've been away too fucking long!

- Mom, no!

-Just a minute! It's all I'm asking for!

- She don't know you, George,

and she don't wanna know you.

- She's my daughter!

you can't do this to me!

I only came to see her!

- No!

- you can't do this to me!

- I'm sorry, love. I'm sorry.

- Get out!

- Get out!

- Mum!

you cow!

I only came to say hello.

- Hello!

- [Dog Barks ]

[People Chattering, Laughing]

F*ck off.

Go on. F*ck off.

Oi, you gonna

clean all that up?

Hey, hey! Take it easy, boys.

Okay? Hey!

J ust let him be, all right?

The man's upset. Okay?

That's the right word,

George, eh? Upset?

So where did they

all come from?

- They live here.

- Since when?

- Since you went inside.

-Jesus.

- Did you get my last book?

- Yeah, yeah.

Shouldn't have been

the driver, though.

- Who should it have been?

- I could pin him in the first chapter.

- Who should it have been?

- The Chinese fellow who fed the goldfish.

- you didn't write it, George.

- No, no, I didn't, but EFL had--

Christ!

- you kept it.

- Aye, I kept it for you.

- you keep it tuned?

- [ Whistles ]

[Engine Starts ]

["Mona Lisa"]

Why does she hate me,

Thomas?

- She doesn't.

- Yes, she does.

you can never tell with women, George.

They're different.

They wear scarves

and like to powder their noses,

and when they go to heaven,

they get wings.

- Like angels?

- Aye, like angels.

- But angels are men, Thomas.

- Men?

- Yeah.

- No one told me that.

[Tires Screeching]

It's true.

Angels are men.

[Dog Barking]

[ Chirping ]

you got a big white rabbit

with long, floppy ears?

No, but we have one

with short ears.

- What's his name?

- His name is Arthur. He's over here.

Oh, right.

He'll do. Yeah.

- What is this, George?

- It's a rabbit.

You're not gonna start

all that business again, are you?

- Huh?

- Yeah.

Why not?

- Look, George, you can't go in there.

- Why not?

It's different.

What, Mortwell,

is he different too?

Very different.

- Ah, we'll see.

- Come on, George.

You're not going in there.

[ Scoffs ]

I've done seven years for him, Thomas.

Listen, George, you don't know

what they're up to now.

- I don't give a f*ck. Give us the rabbit.

- No. What you want it for?

I'm gonna give it to him.

It's up to you.

We're closed.

- Tell him, Terry.

- Yeah, we're closed, sir.

Hello, Terry.

He'll have a lettuce,

and I'll have a Bloody Mary.

- George.

- That's right. This is Arthur.

- What are you doing here?

- Looking for Mortwell, Terry.

Bit of work, you know.

What do you do now?

- Whatever comes up.

- Yeah, but this is a knockin' shop.

- Leave your hat, George.

- So where is he?

- Mortwell? He's not around.

- Yeah.

- Well, he must be somewhere.

- Better ask Dudley, George.

Through there?

Cheers.

[ Computer Beeping]

Expecting me?

- [ Beeping Continues ]

- Knew I was out?

I suspected it,

George.

So where is he?

Where's who?

Mortwell.

He's away, George.

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