your room.
Aren't we going out?
I can explain. I left...
Now!
- They sent a new girl...
- Oh, Archie.
No, she's Canadian...
It's lovely. Thank you.
It's even got a W for Wendy.
Oh, I'm so glad you like it.
It's the most beautiful thing
you've ever given me.
Oh, Archie. This isn't like you.
Are you fucking crazy?!
Hey, I saved your ass.
I had him right where I wanted him,
you asshole!
I give you one fucking thing to!
You had to drive me and shut up!
Oh, relax!
Hello.
Hold on.
It's for you.
Hello.
Not at the moment, no.
Yes, well, I'm not quite sure
when I can get hold of that.
Yes, yes, I do appreciate that.
Yes. As soon as possible.
Well, that would be very nice, obviously.
So. Erm...
See you soon, I hope.
Bye, Frank.
Calm down. Calm down!
Easy, g-g-girl. Easy, easy!
Come here!
Smell. Smell!
Smell, Maggie, smell.
Now. Now!
Kill, kill!
Kill!
Kill!
Kill!
We therefore
commit its body to the ground.
Earth to earth.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
Miserere Dominus
Miserere Dominus
Canis mortuus est
Hello, honey.
What happened?
N-n-nothing.
What's that?
Er...
Not Granny?
Not yet.
Oh. Who is it for, then?
A f-f-f...
A fish? Frenchman?
- A phone operator?
- Friend.
Oh, a four-legged one?
Where's my sister?
She's in the b-b-b...
Thank you.
Lavatory.
Wanda!
Anything?
What? No?
Why are you here?
I'm here because I'm bored!
Bored, wandering around
this awful city, shoving George's pic...
Talking to a lot of snotty, stuck-up,
intellectually inferior British faggots.
They get rigor mortis
in the prime of life in this country!
Standing there with their hair clenched
counting the seconds till the weekend,
so they can dress up like ballerinas
at the flat at four
2B, Saint...
To be honest, I er... hate them.
I mean, pretending
they're so fucking "lawyer"...
So fucking "superior"
with those phoney accents.
Not you, Ken.
You've got a beautiful voice
when it works.
Sonofabitch!
So er...
Want to have some lunch?
Have you heard from him?
- Who?
- Archie.
No, I have to finish my hair!
Nothing?
OK, I'm out of here!
No plans to see him?
No.
OK, bye, bro!
Bye, Wanda!
Oh, sorry.
- What?!
- It wasn't theirs to sell.
A old lady gave it to them to engrave.
Someone put it in the display cabinet...
- That's their problem.
- No. Legally...
You paid for it!
They accept their mistake
and they're offering you this.
It's much more valuable.
I adore this
and you want me to give it back...
- "I" don't want...
- They can't have it.
- Wendy.
- No. No!
- Wendy!
- NO!
Tell them they can't have it!
You're the bloody barrister!
- Hello.
- Hello.
Oh, Archie, it's beautiful.
It's just beautiful.
Oh, my God, look!
Oh, Archie, it's beautiful.
Isn't it wonderful?
Whose is it?
It belongs to someone
at the chambers.
And where are they?
Hong Kong.
Ah so.
Gone for weeks.
Nice rug, Archie.
May I?
Archie, what are you doing?
The polka, I think.
You make me feel free!
Free?
Do you have any idea
what it's like being English?
Being so correct all the time?
Being so... stifled
by this dread of doing the wrong thing?
Asking someone, 'Are you married?'
And hearing, 'My wife left me.'
Or saying,
'Do you have children?'
And hearing,
'They burned to death yesterday.'
Wanda, we're all terrified
of embarrassment.
That's why we're so... dead.
Most of my friends are dead.
We have these piles of corpses to dinner.
But you're alive, God bless you.
And I want to be.
I'm so fed up with all this.
I want to make love with you, Wanda.
I'm a good lover.
At least, I used to be
in the early 14th century.
Can we go to bed?
Yeah.
Hang on!
Mind your head.
Agh! Aagh!
Aaagh! Aaagh!
I think I love you, Wanda.
Oh, Archie.
Can I ask you a question?
Anything.
Where's my locket?
I couldn't get it.
What?
Wendy wouldn't give it back. Look...
I got you this instead.
Do you like it?
No. Archie, I have to have mine.
What's the matter? Why?