My Beautiful Laundrette Page #5

And how are you going to pay him?

Nasser, sahab.

Zaki!

Everything is good.

But...

- Speak in English, so he can understand.

- Doesn't he understand his language?

Not only that, I've given him

that pain-in-the-ass laundrette to run.

I know.

But this is the point.

He's hired someone else to do the work.

Typically English, if I can say that.

You haven't f***ed

your uncle's laundrette, little fool?

I don't think you should talk to him like that.

- Why, is he royalty?

- No. I don't like it.

She's a hot girl.

In my small opinion,

much good can come of f***ing.

Your mouth has become very big lately.

Well?

All right.

Let's all take it easy.

Who is that sitting in the drive?

It's bothering me.

Some friend of yours?

- Zaki, please go and see who it is.

- It's only Johnny.

My friend. He works for me.

No one works without my permission.

Tania, bring him in.

How much good would come of us f***ing,

later tonight?

I know why you put up with them.

'Cause there's so much you want.

You're greedy, like my father.

He's a great man.

Why did you leave him sitting out here?

He's lower class.

He won't come in without being asked.

Unless he's doing a burglary.

My father wants to see you.

- How's Salim today?

- Wearing too much perfume.

Eyelash.

I said to Miss Street,

"I'm the law. I create the world."

Tania, please.

- You like Tania?

- Yeah.

I'll see what I can do.

And now on to business.

I've been to see the laundrette.

You boys will make

a beautiful job of it, I know.

You need nothing more there.

But in exchange...

I want you to do something.

You look like a tough chap.

I've got some bastard tenants

in one of my houses that I cannot get rid of.

No. I don't do nothing rough no more.

I'm not looking for a mass murderer,

you bloody fool.

- What does it involve, please?

- Unscrewing.

Your favorite subject, Salim.

For Christ's sake.

What's this "unscrewing"?

You're getting into

some family business, that's all.

What the hell else is there left for you

in this country now?

Send him to the garage and call Tania.

Ask her to bring some champagne.

We'll drink to Thatcher

and your beautiful laundrette.

- Do they go together?

- Like dal and chapatis.

- To us.

- Cheers.

Timber's coming tomorrow morning.

Getting it cheap.

I've had a vision of how our place can be.

Why don't people like laundrettes?

Because they're like toilets.

This could be a Ritz among laundrettes.

A laundrette as big as the Ritz.

Yes.

Clean it out.

Why are you working for these people?

Pakis?

It's work, that's why.

I want to do some work,

instead of always hanging around.

- What, you're jealous?

- No, I'm angry, Johnny.

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