Fish n' Chips Page #2

Do you have sole?

No sole, but I have very

fresh bass and sea bream.

I locked her in the car.

I turned the air-condition on.

If you want a bigger cod

I've got this one too.

Sweetheart?

Use frozen cod instead.

No one will know the difference.

Make it a fish tavern.

Grilled octopus, minnow,

red mullets, sea breams.

This is the Mediterranean, mate.

Not the Atlantic Ocean.

You'll never get the cod you're after.

Why do they have fresh tuna fish?

Is there tuna in the Mediterranean?

How should I know? Maybe.

Under Regulation 2065/61

of the European Union...

...fishery products must bear

an appropriate label...

...stating the trade name of the species,

production method and catch area.

You may continue in Greek.

Very well.

Essentially we are trying

to avert the illegal imports...

...from third countries.

Tell me, are you planning to import

fish from the occupied areas?

- Of course not!

- Then there is absolutely no problem.

Yes, but the fish will go off

by the time it gets here.

Others import high quality raw fish

from Japan for sushi.

And it stays very fresh.

Thousands of kilos too,

not small quantities like yours.

Alright?

I didn't know fish

needed a visa to enter Cyprus.

We're Europeans now.

I popped out to get some tobacco.

Where are you going, auntie?

- To Cyprus, son.

- But we are in Cyprus.

- Eleni Papageorgiou.

- Yes.

Don't you worry about granny.

We'll get along just fine.

We teach them traditional

Cypriot dances, songs...

In fact, next Sunday...

...we have organized along with

the "Free Karpasia" Union...

...a visit to the Apostle Andreas Monastery

in the occupied areas.

We can put her on the list if you like.

You see?

She'll pass right by her village.

Thank you.

- Who are you, my dear?

- I'm alright.

Where are they taking me, son?

To your room, mom.

This is Nuria, from Spain.

Barcelona!

Aren't we going to Cyprus, son?

We are, mom...

Oh, it's beautiful.

Will you marry me?

They said they'll leave

once the shop is open.

Do you love me?

I wish you had all stayed in England.

- Hey mister, get in line!

- One second.

This isn't fair.

What?

You're selling ice-cream

outside my shop.

Has it reopened? "The Godfather".

Is it a video store?

Come again?

Come again?

As in fish.

I'm not stealing your clients.

I only sell ice-cream.

Can you at least move

a little further down?

You think you'll sell fish and chips if I do?

It's just locals here, there's no English.

You don't sound like a Cypriot to me.

Listen, mate. I've been selling my

ice-cream here for the past four years.

I'm not leaving. If you don't

like it, you move your shack.

Get me a strawberry

and a vanilla cone.

How much do you want to get out?

How much are you offering?

I opened my own fish 'n' chips shop.

In Cyprus, not London.

I'll rent a big house

and I'll get you out of here.

You'll have your own garden

to plant whatever you like.

Bless you, my son.

Where is your roommate?

Don't be afraid, you're not dying.

You're still young.

I'm not afraid, son.

Where many die, fear not death.

- Boss, make me another.

- Me, too. Hold the vinegar.

Fine, but step outside please.

The DJ and the bartender are here.

The best place for a bar is on the beach.

Should we move the bar outside?

We need a generator for tonight

or the lights will blow out the fuses.

I'll take care of it. Don't worry.

Forget about the party.

You need to stay in the hospital

for a few more days.

If you hadn't come in,

you would have fallen into a coma.

You're suffering from severe dehydration.

Nobody comes to see me.

Costakis? Is that you, son?

It's me, dad.

Go back to sleep, don't be afraid.

I want to go to the party too!

- You're not going anywhere!

- I'm going!

Anna, open the door!

I said I'm going.

Anestis, you need to reason with her.

Anna! Anna!

Ladies and gentlemen...

...I proudly present

this beautiful man.

The heart and soul of this awesome shop.

Don't worry.

We'll turn the lights back on.

I turned them off.

Do you want some?

- Darling, have you finished shitting?

- No, mommy but I'm trying.

Sorry, guys. The party's over.

Let's trash this joint.

This is awesome!

Anna!

Anna, open the door.

Anna!

Maria, get the kid.

Fire! Maria!

Find Anna!

Anna? My Anna?

Anestis, we should take her

to the hospital. Anestis!

What did you take?

It wasn't my fault, mommy.

Come on sweetheart,

get up - please.

Come on get up, get up...

You're an idiot.

Why don't you ask him to leave?

Maria, calm down please.

I'll come back

when the last of them is gone.

Andy, why didn't you leave

with your tourist girls?

- Don't you touch me, you jerk!

- Maria, calm down.

Fine, I'll tell him myself.

I'll be doing you a favor.

You're bastards, Andy.

You get in the car.

Move over.

Why did Maria call us bastards?

Why don't you answer your cell phone?

Tell Maria I left. I'll sleep here

I bought a camp-bed.

The care home called.

Mom got lost on the trip.

What are you, then?

- Have you been to our village?

- Yes, many times.

Who lives here now?

Hasn't Jimmy told you anything?

He sold it to some English woman

because I needed the money.

Isn't that why you came?

To claim your share?

No.

Then why did you come to Cyprus?

And don't tell me you came

to open a fish 'n' chips shop.

I did.

What kind of Cypriot eats fish and chips?

It's one thing to come back

on a holiday every 3 or 4 years...

...like you do, and quite

another to actually live here.

Do you remember our father?

Why do you ask?

He wasn't killed by the Turks.

I caught him and mom

shagging in the shop.

She was shagging him

like a whore.

The b*tch was enjoying it too.

That's why I left England.

I couldn't stand them anymore.

I've never told anyone

except Maria.

You knew.

You knew all along.

Did you know?

Did you?

You are Mr. Haros (Death),

aren't you?

Mom, are you alright?

I'm waiting for death to come for me, son.

- Where are you going?

- Back to London.

- Are you walking there?

- We're swimming.

Come on.

Who are you? Who?

Hassan's son.

Come on.

- Stop the car.

- What?

It's mom. Pull over.

Mom! Mom!

Many...

...thanks...

...dad.

You're welcome, son.

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