My Beautiful Laundrette Page #5

- Can't you control your bloody people?

- What do you mean?

Why should you be able to?

You gamble most of your money away.

That smooth suppository owns us.

Our education, your businesses...

Rachel's stockings. It's his.

- I thought you two were getting married.

- Any day now.

- I'd rather drink my own urine.

- It can be tasty with a slice of lemon.

Get out of my sight.

I'm going further than that.

- Let's get out of here.

- Take me.

- Salim will give us a lift.

- What?

I need him for something I've got in mind.

So, I was talking to Zaki about it.

I want to take over both of his laundrettes.

- He's got no idea.

- None.

Do them up with this money.

Is it enough?

I thought you might want

to come in with me, financially.

I could do with some straight outlets.

You're a smart bastard.

Look at them. What a waste of life.

They're filthy, ignorant.

They don't respect people,

especially our people.

What this scum needs

is a taste of their own piss.

Right, I think I can do something with this.

Me and my partner.

Take it.

I trust you and your family.

I'd happily put money into it.

Right.

Wait a minute.

Want to come in

and take a look at this place?

Think we can do something with it?

- Can't tell without seeing it.

- Come on, then.

Not if that scum Salim's there.

I'm going.

Where?

Away.

I'm going.

You can come.

No good jobs like this around.

Omar just runs you around everywhere,

like a servant.

I'll stay here with my friend...

and fight it out.

My family, Salim and all...

will swallow you up like a little kebab.

I couldn't leave him.

Not now.

Don't ask me to.

You ever touched him?

So, today is the saddest day for us.

I thought that I'm taking you

too much away from your family.

Love...

money...

you.

Besides, it's not possible

to enjoy being hated so much.

Your wife is a brilliant woman.

Oh, my God.

And what's worse,

my furniture keeps moving about the room.

It's not what I'm used to.

The council's been around.

We've had a time.

A short time.

A nice time.

I want to talk to Omo...

about business.

Don't know where he is.

Is it worth waiting?

In my experience,

it's always worth waiting for Omo.

Paki!

Listen, damn country has done us in.

That's why I'm like this.

We should be there.

Home.

But that country's

been sodomized by religion.

It's beginning to interfere

with the making of money.

Compared with everywhere...

it's a little heaven, here.

You are planning an armada of laundrettes?

What do you think of dry cleaners?

They're the past.

But then, they are the present, also.

Mostly, they are the past.

He'll die.

F*** a varmint!

Salim, get out of here!

Come on, Genghis!

Come on, my son.

Listen to me, Genghis, I don't want to fight!

- Tough.

- Kill him!

Hit him!

- Come on.

- Kill him, Genghis!

That's enough, man.

Kill the bum.

Come on.

Why are you so unhappy?

Rachel's left me,

and I don't know what I'm going to do.

F*** you!

Still look after you. I'm finished.

Only Omar matters.

I'll make sure he's fixed up

with a good business future.

And marriage?

I'm working on it.

Is Tania a possibility?

Where the hell are you going?

- I...

- What?

I think I better go.

I think I had.

You were always going at school.

Always running about, you.

Christ, your hand is bad.

I couldn't even pin you down, then.

And now I'm going again.

Give us my handbag.

You're dirty. You're beautiful.

I'm serious. Don't keep touching me.

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