Redemption Page #3

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I'll call you

if you're still there.

I've gotta go.

- ( DOOR BOLT CLICKS )

- ( PHONE CLICKS, BEEPS )

RECORDING:

You have two messages.

ISABEL'S VOICE:
I've agreed to

work for them for a few weeks

until I've got enough

for a deposit on a nice place.

Then I'll go back up north.

Thanks for

looking after me, JOEY,

and for thinking of me.

When I get away from London,

I'll call you

if you're still there.

I've gotta go.

( LINE CLICKS, BEEPS )

RECORDING:

You have no more messages.

( SNIFFS )

( SIGHS DEEPLY )

( DISTANT SIREN WAILING )

( GATE BEEPING )

( ENGINE STOPS )

( WHIRRING )

( DOORBELL BUZZES )

( WHIRRING STOPS )

WOMAN:

I know there's someone there

'cause I saw you go in.

I'm gonna call the police.

Who are you?

DAMON said he was gonna be

in New York all summer.

I'm DAMON's boyfriend.

One of 'em.

He said I could use his flat

while he was away.

Are you a model?

Sometimes.

WOMAN:
He didn't say anyone

was gonna be staying.

Do you have his number

in New York?

No, he keeps

himself very private.

Pity, you could've called him.

Do you have a number?

He doesn't give it to me.

In case I call him

late at night.

- I'm Tracy.

- JOEY.

JOEY Jones.

DAMON said I should stay here

for the summer,

get my life back together.

So that's what I'm gonna do.

Whew.

F***.

( SPEAKING IN NATIVE LANGUAGE )

( MAN SPEAKING

IN NATIVE LANGUAGE )

JOEY, there's trouble.

( MEN CHEERING, CHATTERING )

( HUMMINGBIRD WINGS

FLUTTERING )

F***ing d*ckhead's

trying to throw us out.

( CHATTERING )

Is he f***ing following?

Dick, mate.

( VOICES OVERLAPPING )

- Here we go.

- It's Soho, I wanna see some tits.

It's late, boys.

You're gonna miss your train.

Who are you, our f***in' mum?

He thinks he is.

F*** me if he ain't.

- Tits, mate.

- F***ing there's your tit.

- That's right, mate.

- Here's your f***ing tit, man.

Hey, don't f***ing

touch my boy!

( MEN SHOUTING )

F***ing leave it, mate.

He's a f***ing soft,

southern f***ing c*nt.

( YELLING )

- Easy, pal.

- F***ing get off him.

- You'll miss your train.

- I'll f***ing have him!

Come on, then!

( GRUNTS )

MAN:

F***ing get him!

( GRUNTING )

( THUMPS )

( COUGHING )

Now you've missed your train.

Huh?

- You wanna work?

- Yeah.

You know what

kind of work I do.

They say you want a driver.

I got a lot of businesses.

They say you're a hard man.

It's a hard city.

( CHILDREN, YELLING, LAUGHING )

CHILD:

Hold on!

( BIRDS' WINGS FLUTTERING )

Can we play the animal game?

( SIGHS ) Go on, then.

- Um... has it got four legs?

- Yes.

All right, has it got fur?

GIRL:
Yes.

WOMAN:
Um, give me another clue.

- It's gray.

- Gray?

Yeah.

- Is it a dog?

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