My Beautiful Laundrette Page #4

and now you're trying to screw me up.

Become like those white a**holes

that call us "wog"?

Your family, rich and powerful back home,

has been let down by you.

Go on, f*** off.

Have you seen Johnny?

Piss off back to the jungle, wog-boy.

These people, they're too tough for you.

I'll tell Nasser you're through with them.

Hello?

Why did you do that?

Useless fool.

- Hello?

- Now look!

- What?

- Bloody ass.

- What?

- You've amputated my entire f***ing foot!

Didn't I say you should've been a doctor?

- Hello?

- Typical, you know that?

Johnny.

See you later, Johnny-boy.

I'll throw you out of this flat...

if you ever bring

that bum-liability friend of yours here.

I'm dead impressed by all this.

You were the one at school, the one I liked.

All the Pakis like me.

I've been through all that,

with my parents and that...

and with people like you.

But now there's some pretty big things

I've got in mind.

I need to raise money

to make this place good.

And I want you to help me with that.

I want you to work here with me.

What kind of work is it?

A variety.

Variety of menial things.

Cleaning windows kind of thing?

Sure.

And you can start

by cleaning those bastards out.

Now?

I want everything done now.

That's the only attitude,

if you want to do anything big.

Christ.

Sorry, what happened before.

Too much to drink.

Just go on another little errand for me.

Same as before.

For 50.

You little bastard.

All right.

Come on.

I saw Salim's game.

This is going to finance our whole future.

Cut him out.

You know where to sell this stuff?

Don't you?

I wouldn't be working for you now

if I wanted to go on being a bad boy.

This means more.

Real work. Expansion.

Salim will kill us.

We'll resell it fast, tonight.

Come on. I couldn't be doing any of this

without you.

Do you want some red?

Will you excuse me a moment?

Let's have a private chat.

You can go.

You haven't paid me.

I'm not in the mood.

Nothing happened to you on the way here?

No.

Something may happen to you

on the way back.

She's nice.

Gosh.

Tell me a about the beach in Bombay,

Uncle. Juhu Beach.

Or the house in Lahore...

when Auntie Nina put the garden hose

in Father's bedroom window...

'cause he wouldn't get out of bed,

and Papa's bed started to float.

You look beautiful.

What about my laundrette?

Damn these stories

about places you've never been to.

- What are you doing, boy?

- What am I doing?

Lt'll be going into profit any day now,

partly because I've hired a bloke...

of astounding competence

and strength of body and mind...

to look after it with me.

Yasmeen, fiddle with my toes.

What bloke?

He's called Johnny.

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