My Beautiful Laundrette Page #2

somewhere.

So, when these damn things went on...

I got out of bed, went to the balcony

and opened the door.

And there was my brother,

standing outside with some woman...

and they were completely without clothes.

Blue with cold, like two bars of soap.

This I refer to as my brother's blue period.

- But what happened to the woman?

- He married her.

Come along.

Your father is a good man.

So this is the famous Hussein's son.

The exact bastard.

My blue brother

was also a famous journalist in Bombay.

And a great drinker.

He was to the bottle

what Louis Armstrong is to the trumpet.

But you are to the bookies

what Mother Teresa is to the children.

Your brother was a clever one.

You used to carry his typewriter.

Isn't he coming tonight?

- What ever happened to him?

- Papa's lying down.

- I meant his career.

- That's lying down, also.

What chance would an Englishman

give a leftist, communist Pakistani...

- on newspapers?

- Socialist.

What chance would an Englishman

give a leftist, communist socialist?

What chance a racist Englishman

has given us...

that we haven't taken it from him

with our hands?

Best phrased, yaar?

Zaki, you need a stiff drink, man,

that good port.

Nasser, please, God.

I'm on the verge already.

Can I make you a drink?

Make him a man first.

Give him a drink, Zaki. I like him.

He's our future.

It's been years.

And you're looking really good now.

I think we understand each other.

Were they being cruel to you

in their typical men's way?

You don't mind?

I think I should harden myself.

Wow. What are you into?

Your father's done well.

Has he?

He adores you.

I expect he wants you

to take over the businesses.

He wouldn't think of asking me.

But he is too vicious to people in his work.

He doesn't want you to take over

that shitty laundrette, does he?

What's wrong with it?

And he has a mistress, doesn't he?

Rachel.

Yes.

I can tell from your face.

Does he love her?

Yes.

Please, Tania, can you come and help me?

Families.

I hate families.

Take care of him.

Good night, Uncle.

Take my advice. There's money in muck.

What is it that the gora Englishman

always needs?

Clean clothes.

Go on.

Pick it up.

Drive us back, will you?

You can pick your own car up tomorrow.

Salim's not feeling very well.

Hello, darling.

F***ing nice, man, I want to see it!

Get off the car, will you?

Get off the f***ing car!

It's me.

I know who it is.

How are you? All right? Working?

What are you doing now?

This kind of thing.

Omar, come back! Come...

What are you now, a chauffeur?

No, I'm onto something.

What?

I'll let you know.

Still living at the same place?

No, I don't get on with my mom and dad.

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