The Look of Love Page #4

How would it all get started?

- Well, the doorbell would ring.

- Would you answer it?

Well, of course I can't.

I'm f***ing tied up, aren't I?

I'm not Houdini.

Twenty-five with you, sir.

Thirty with you, sir.

Forty.

Forty-five, sir. With you at 45.

I am looking for 50,000.

Fifty at the back.

Debbie, this is Carl. My lawyer.

- Hello, Debbie.

- Morning.

60,000.

I have 60. I'm looking for 65.

Do I see... Thank you, 65.

Seventy with you, sir. Seventy-five.

Hundred and fifty.

No further bidding.

Sold to you, sir, for 150,000.

- Do you own that one?

- No.

- 15?

- No.

- What about 78?

- Not 78.

- 76?

- 76 is mine. I own 34.

- What about the next one?

- No.

- Is this yours?

- That's mine, yes.

- Say "mine". I mean "ours",

of course. - Of course.

I own this one here.

Why?

It's horrible.

Some of the streets...

some of them are a little bit scruffy.

So why do you buy

so many buildings?

Because, uh, one day you

will own the company

and nothing confers more respectability

on someone than property.

Do you want a piece of cake

from that shop there?

Yes. Obviously.

I told you I could read

people's minds, didn't I, eh?

Can I have the berry cheesecake,

the strawberry mountain,

the cake with the almonds on the side

and the marzipan figs?

- Debbie!

- Mmm!

You're not supposed

to eat them all.

They're to share with the other girls,

to help you make friends.

Now, we must insist that you

don't come inside to the dormitory.

It's a rule that we have here.

It can be very upsetting

for the children.

Right.

But they do get over it

after a week or so.

Right.

- Sorry.

- That's okay.

Hello, I'm here for the audition.

Too late, I'm afraid.

Are you sure you can't just

squeeze one more in?

Hold on one moment.

- Mr Raymond?

- Mmm?

I'm here for the auditions.

You're late.

Yes. No. Yes, I am late.

But I told myself that I

wasn't going to come in

unless there was a free parking meter,

which usually there never is.

But, at the last second,

a red Cortina pulled out.

So... here I am.

Luck, hopefully, or destiny?

- Uh, what's your name?

- Um, Amber.

Well, my real name is Julia

but I call myself Amber.

I see. Yes, well, my name's

not really Paul Raymond.

It's, uh... My real name's

actually Geoffrey Quinn.

Oh.

Gosh.

It's really...

It's quite grand, isn't it?

Well, in your own time,

if you'd like to take off your robe.

Of course.

Excellent. Um, turn round, please.

Exquisite.

If you want to hop into the pool.

Yes.

If you'll fit.

Think you're almost as tall

as the pool is long.

Yes.

Breast stroke?

Of course.

How could any man

be such a cad?

Such a hypocrite

as to make love to me

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