Fish n' Chips

as my mm been here?

- Yeah, she came and got some eggs.

- What eggs?

She said she'll cook them

with the greens she's picking.

What greens, Panayota?

Your mother is just fine, Andy.

Mom, what are you doing there?

I'm looking for chicories, son

but they seem to be off season.

Do chicories grow in London, mom?

My time has come, son.

All I want, is to die in my country.

To be buried in the soil...

To be buried in dry soil.

Not in this mire.

Don't be scared. You're not going to die.

You're still young.

Son, I want to go back to Cyprus.

All right.

All right, let's go. Come.

Are we in Cyprus yet, son?

Almost.

What happened?

He was with Sophie, eh?

Come, talk to me.

Please.

And if I really did, what then?

Do you think I like worrying

about you all the time?

Or that my dream was to work

in a bloody fish shop all day?

At least we have a home

and make a living. I'm doing it for you.

Jimmy!

Andy, my son. Come

sit with us, you're good luck.

Tell me.

I need to get my mom to Cyprus.

Is that why you dragged me up here?

How much do you need? Is this enough?

You don't understand.

I have to go with her this time.

Fine. Send your mother first and

then we'll see about your holiday.

Jimmy, I need to get to Cyprus.

So do I. But I don't.

You want to know why?

Because Cyprus is in here, Andriko.

What family? The divorced German

and her pothead daughter?

Wake up, Andrikos. You're a nice guy and

they're just taking advantage.

Hassan?

If you had an ounce of decency

you'd have made me a partner years ago...

...instead of keeping me on as a slave.

Enough! Tomorrow you either show

up for work or you're all fired.

Hassan loves you

like his own, Andriko.

Good morning, my lady.

- Hello, Hassan.

- Hello, Eleni. Is Andy home?

Yes, come on in.

Mom, get inside.

Andy, my son, come to the shop.

Go to Cyprus

but don't come back.

- Mr Andis?

- Yes.

Why didn't Anestis come?

He couldn't. He had some contracts

to sign with some clients.

Those Russians are always like that.

They never have

their driver's licenses.

He'll be waiting

for you at home.

Mommy, they're here.

Is this his new house?

This is how everyone's doing it now,

Mr. Andis. It's not even that big...

Where are we, son?

Anna!

You're a grown woman.

- Maria.

- Andy.

It's me mother, Maria.

You're getting more handsome with age.

Nice pot belly, mate.

You lost more hair.

Come here,

let me take a good look at you.

Sorry I didn't come pick you up.

I'm your son, mom.

We're going?

Mom, eat it. It's fish.

Mother, please,

let's not start this again.

They look more like sisters

than mother and daughter.

Aren't most English women like that?

They get pregnant at fifteen

and then wonder what went wrong.

Can you imagine Anna

with a baby next year?

No way!

An amateur fisherman can cast a

line as far as thirty metres.

Why did you say you'll teach him how to fish?

You don't know anything about it!

I'm learning now.

I really don't understand you.

A professional fisherman with proper

technique can reach 130 - 150 metres.

Anestis, he's your brother

for God's sake!

- And what am I supposed to tell him?

- The truth.

That I don't know how to fish?

Will you talk to him?

...snell, gang hooks, ground

angling, peg, bob flies, lead fish...

Lead fish?

You need a PhD to go fishing.

I'm all grown up. Speak.

You shouldn't have told them to come.

Are we going fishing?

I'll wait for you downstairs.

Eucalyptus! Pine! Thyme!

Smell it, mate! Smell it!

Roll it up,

you'll get my upholstery all dirty.

- Roll down your window, mate!

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