West Is West Page #2

- To be a Pakistani?

- I'm not saying that.

But you're meaning this.

Is same with all my children.

Now all bloody English.

Well, so am I.

Or have you forgotten that?

You always take their side

against me. Why?

I your husband. You should support me.

- I'm still here with you, aren't I?

- It's no same thing.

Christ, George,

what do you want from me?

I no want it go wrong again.

Ella, he my last one.

This has to be done.

I know.

Don't mean I like it, though.

He not know who he is.

Not know who I am.

I tell you, he listen to me this time.

I bloody show him.

See? Bloody lovelies.

Pakistan.

- Yours?

- All mine.

Check. Check. Check. Check.

Check!

Yeah. Dead funny.

Uncle! Over here! Here, here.

- Salam alaikum.

- Wa alaikum as-salam.

- Everything okay?

- Good, good, good.

Salam alaikum.

Are you daft? She not with us.

- Sajid. You go other car.

- I take care. Come.

- Have you been to our chip shop?

- No.

I been your chippy chop.

I live in Bradford.

One year. Work in bloody mill.

Were bloody horrible.

I bloody come back here quick.

I you cousin.

You daddy is my chacha. Uncle.

My mummy, your daddy's sister.

I'm your first cousin.

- But I'm married to your sister, Rehana.

- Who?

Oh, your dad's other daughter, isn't it?

From his proper...

You know, his first wife.

- He related to us also as well.

- My daddy, his chacha. Uncle.

- Yeah, yeah.

- My grandmother's sister was married

- to your grandfather's cousin.

- Got it?

Camel!

It's a camel!

Loads of them! Camels!

Wedge. Tanvir, wedge, wedge.

Needing wedge for wedging.

Home.

Rehana.

Are they all related to us?

Maneer, Sajid.

Take these out.

- What have you come here for?

- Blackpool were fully booked.

Well, I'm not looking after you.

I'm going home soon.

Don't have to.

We're only here for a few weeks.

He's come to sort out your engagement.

He'll be lucky.

No one will f***ing have me.

Can't think why.

Did me mam not send me

Nana Mouskouri tapes?

Then again...

Oh, great! I love this album.

Ain't she beautiful?

Poof.

Maneer!

Maneer!

- What?

- Where are you?

We sleep up here.

He dragged me all the way from Salford

to sleep on a f***ing roof?

Some people might say

that were a step up.

I need the bog.

- Help yourself.

- Sh*t in a field?

Not the fields.

They like you to go in the scrub.

Bit f***ing choosy, aren't they?

Over and over

I whisper your name

Over and over

I love you again

I see the light of love in your eyes

Love is forever

No more goodbyes

Maneer.

Maneer!

- What?

- What's that noise?

It's the djinn.

- The what?

- A ghost that lives down by the stream.

- F*** off.

- I'm not kidding.

He's letting you know

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