Finding Fanny Page #4

- Oh, sorry.

For what?

My fault,

trusting that fool to read a map.

It's like a chimpanzee

reading Shakespeare.

It's not that bad.

- Not that bad?

And that painter bullshitter!

Madame this. Madame that.

What madame?!

She's just a fat old cow.

They are old people, Savvy...

and old people will be old people.

You can't change that.

- Right.

They get away with

a lot of sh*t, old people.

Good excuse.

If you stay alive long enough..

...people eventually forget

that you were born stupid.

What's your problem?

You've more than most people do.

So why are you complaining

all the time? - One second.

What do I have?

What do I have?

20 dentures.

10 shins, 5 pants,

3 socks and 2 underwear.

That's all dear daddy left me.

Oh, did I forget to mention?

One bloody falling down house.

Well, I can't complain.

I never had any daddy,

dentures or house.

Oh, please, spare me your

little orphanage sob story.

Poor Angie,

alone in this world.

You let her rule over you.

That's your choice.

Look, Angie,

I'm sorry.

I really have nothing against you.

And if anything,

you're the only one...

If it wasn't for you...

I would've killed someone by now.

Listen...

maybe if we plan wisely..

we can do up the

house slowly-slowly.

Till then I'll come and help

you clean the house.

What?

What?

There's no money in Mumbai, Angie.

But the business?

- What business?

I was a bloody waiter for 5 years.

Slept on the same tables I served.

So you lied.

I'll still help you clean the house.

For free.

Lomos Del Toro.

One of the finest brandies

known to man, Madame.

This is good.

You're classy.

Classy, Don Pedro.

Indeed, Madame.

I see that you have a fine palette

of a sailor on shore leave.

No doubt that you got

it from your husband.

Husband.

May his soul rest in peace.

You think he's watching?

Let him.

I mean why should he

alone have fun in heaven?

He had lots of fun, nonstop.

These sailors, dirty people.

No respect for their wives at home.

But my Albert wasn't like that.

My Albert was very faithful.

If I were your husband, madame...

I wouldn't go away from

you even for a moment.

All lies. You men all lies.

If you don't go to work, who'll earn?

Your father?

Of course.

How is the brandy, dear lady?

Call me Rosie no, nobody else does.

Rosie.

Now the picture is perfect.

I used to miss you in the beginning...

until I started enjoying

thinking about you.

About us.

You know I used to

make up my own stories.

About what could've happened

if things had gone differently.

If... life hadn't changed...

or you hadn't left Goa...

Mumbai wasn't easy.

Memories were all I had...

So it's a deal then?

What deal?

I want the old Savio back. Same old...

Jesus Christ,

what the hell was that for?

You've gone mad or what, Savio?!

I've gone mad?

So what were you thinking?

I'm good for a little charity,

a little house-clean...

but a peck on the lips

and I've gone mad?

What am I thinking?

What are you thinking?

So what was all that 'we' stuff about?

We'll clean the house.

What was all that about?

We, Savio. You and l,

aren't we even friends now?

Friends?

Aren't you fed up of

this friends bullshit?

Back then we were friends,

now we're friends!

Why the hell did you say yes to him...

when you knew you loved me more?

Why?

Just because he asked you first?

No, Savio.

Because you never asked.

Are you mad creeping up like this?

I would've knocked but there's no door.

You could have at least cleared

your throat or something...

My throat is not blocked. - Okay.

I came to tell you all...

my decision.

Romeo of Pocolim is going

to make another speech.

Anyway, I want you all to know...

that tomorrow morning

I am going for petrol.

The only reason I am not going now...

is because I am scared of the dark.

And I can't cure that overnight.

It is almost impossible...

to conquer the fear

of the dark in the day.

Too much light.

And also there's.

I am scared of snakes.

There are too many snakes in Goa.

For the first time,

Ferdinand is thinking.

about somebody

else instead of himself.

I'm impressed.

Do whatever you like.

I'm not in a hurry to go home...

as long as she's by my side.

Your choice.

You stay here, go back...

Whatever.

I am going to look for Fanny.

Wait. Ferdie,

come here.

Come,

come.

Have some brandy.

There is no third glass, Madame.

Come. Sit, drink from my glass.

Come.

Listen, I don't want to fight.

Listen Angie, screw you.

What have you come back for?

I don't want your sympathy.

You think you're very tough...

to use whatever language you

choose to especially with a girl?

Girl?

- I'll smack your face, Savio.

I'm not scared of you

or your language...

or your stupid attitude.

Go away,

I've nothing to say to you.

That's always been the problem with you.

You think something was there?

What did you think was there?

You and I were..

We were close, remember.

We were 18, Savio.

No, you were 18,

I was 20.

Sh*t. I'm such an idiot.

Why didn't I just say it then?

You know, you're worse than Ferdie.

He at least said it but

Fanny never heard.

But you... proud Savio Da Gama...

couldn't say what was in your heart.

No,

Angie...

Now let me speak, okay.

The first time I was kissed

was on my wedding day.

And 15 minutes later

my husband choked and died..

on his own wedding cake.

It's not the chicken

bone as the story goes.

The bride and groom figurines

on the cake were made of plastic.

Not icing.

His mother was trying to save money.

And her son was so drunk that.

..by the time he realized it

was halfway down his throat.

That was my first and last kiss

and it was 6 years ago.

You think I did something wrong

by slapping you today?

Huh?

ls your ego hum?

Where does it hum?

You think after waiting 6 years...

a girl would not like

it to be done properly?

No...

I mean yes.

So then finish what you started.

Sure about this,

I mean..

I don't really...

No, I've had too much already.

You have.

Forget it.

Too much liquor is bad for me, you know.

It affects my legs.

Gout?

No.

It makes them spread.

You remember the old days, Ferdie?

Albert, you and me,

we used to have so much fun.

Ferdie.

Ferdie, thanks.

You always knew about Albert and me.

That bastard.

I never asked you to...

but still you didn't tell.

Thanks for keeping my secret...

a secret.

Thanks Ferdie.

Angie.

Angie,

you okay?

Would you like a cigarette?

Like a tradition afterwards.

Angie, really are you okay?

I am okay. Just...

lying and watching the stars.

Look here,

I want to make sure you're okay.

I am okay.

Talk to me, baby.

Despite what everyone says

about men wanting to...

turn around and fall asleep after...

That's also a tradition?

I thought she's going to come and check.

Who?

You were making bit of a sound.

What are you mumbling about?

Angie, you know who?

Again you're talking about Mai.

Why are we always talking about Mai?

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