Mona Lisa Page #3

Some whores are black.

you take what you're given,

don't ya?

I didn't ask to drive you around.

I was given you, same as you was given me.

- The only difference is,

you complain and I don't.

- [Stereo:
"Mona Lisa"]

- Turn it off!

you heard me. Turn it off.

- No.

you asked me to buy clothes.

I bought 'em!

But you make remarks.

Anybody ever teach you manners?

- you want to work for me?

- No!

- [ Tires Screeching ]

- [ Horns Honking ]

Get out.

Get f***ing out, lady!

Now tell me I'm fired.

- All right. You're fired.

- Lovely.

I'm fired,

and you're streetwalkin'.

- [Horn Honking]

- F*** off.

you swine.

[Horn Honking]

[ Different Horns Honking ]

Go screw yourself!

- [Men Yelling]

- [Horns Honking]

- Hey!

- Piss off.

- Look, come on!

Look, come on. you can't stand

in the middle of the road.

You're gonna get run over.

Come on, please.

Please. I'm sorry.

I'm-- I've wasted your money.

I look ridiculous. I'm sorry.

- you don't look that bad.

- Well, bad enough.

Get in the car, eh?

Madame?

- We're late.

- All right, all right.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

- [Horn Honking]

- We're gonna get run over here.

- Where'd you wanna go?

- Up to Highbridge.

[Car Stereo]

Madam thought you might like

some refreshments, sir.

Oh, thank you very much.

Will she be long?

- No more than usual, sir.

- Right. Cheers.

[ Humming ]

[Man]

See you next Friday.

- Uh, who do I give this to?

- To me.

Oh, thank you.

Thanks a lot. See ya.

He took his time.

What, he fall asleep halfway through?

Well, you never know

with these darkies, do ya?

Oh. I'm sorry.

- I told you I was cheap, didn't I?

- Very.

Much obliged.

- Where to now?

- King's Cross.

Back to the meat rack.

your wish is my command.

[George]

Jesus. They're so young.

Hey, tell me something.

What?

Do they ever

want you back?

- Who?

- your clients.

- Always.

- What, they--

They fall in love with you?

Well, do they?

Sometimes they fall for

what they think I am.

What do they think you are?

What you think.

A black whore.

- Did I say that?

- What do you think then?

Well, you ain't

no night nurse.

I ain't no night nurse.

Let's say you're a,

a lady.

Why, thank you.

Yeah.

So what about

this job then?

Well, it's--

- It's just driving, you know.

- Yeah?

Driving who?

A tall, thin, black tart.

- I could write a book about it.

- Too many T's.

No, no.

He comes out of nick,

and they owe him one,

and they give him a job

driving a tall, thin, black tart,

and she f***in' hates him.

- Treats him like a doormat.

- And he hates her?

- Well, kind of.

- you mean he likes her?

- He don't even know her, does he?

- [Pager Beeping]

She's early.

- you look better in the daytime.

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