Papadopoulos & Sons Page #2

Better.

Like these offices.

We didn't need these offices.

Do you know how much we paid for

that "work of art" up there?

Do you?

200 Grand.

200 Grand for a fish.

What do you want me to do Nick?

- Our business was profitable Harry.

I was gonna retire in 2 years.

I'd like to bring that forward.

You're resigning now?

The accountants are coming in.

Sorry, Harry

Den boro. (I can not)

Den boro.

Nicholas!

- That's enough.

It's enough.

- Nicholas!

Can you believe that.

- Hey, Fat Laki!

You know why they call

this guy Fat Laki?

Oh, wow.

Well, congratulation.

I stoped eating bread.

It's sad though.

I love bread.

But what can you do?

This is Sophie, just relocated

form my New York office.

Hallo, really pleased

to meet you.

Can I just say I'm a

huge fan of Greek food.

Specially the cakes.

I love the Baklava.

Great.

Ship's going down

and we got Baklava.

So I take it the bank

supporting the work.

What are the bosses proposing?

They've demmanded the

300 Million we borrowed.

30 by close of play.

Sweet mother of God, they

are sons of b*tches.

They've taken a new position

on the value of the

property development it's

triggered the guaranties.

Can you sell it?

It's not even a

building, it's not yet.

So it's bankruptcy?

Put something offshore I said.

- He wanted to pay his taxes.

I bet I should've been

more Greek about it.

Hey it's bankruptcy

baby, not a disaster.

Accountants! When

it's good they get paid

when it's bad

they get paid.

I want my son to be a lawyer

for the same reason.

He doesn't get it.

So what are the options?

Well, the obvious is to buy

back your own business.

Took us finding

the investors to back you.

And the bank will sell

back to me because..?

Because no body make pinks lope

like you do Harry.

The banks just want

a quick sale,

they have no interest

running your business.

Just jump on it.

I'll talk to the

private equity firms,

VCs, angels,

the ussual suspects.

We'll find some one.

What doesn't break

you makes you...

Ah, Therapy!

Don't charge me for

that will you.

Rob, don't let her

charge me for that.

They're going through my

things, it's disgusting!

Hold it darling. rage temper,

you'll get it all back

Morning.

- Oh, hi!

Problem.

This is the kitchen.

- Fabulous furnaces.

How long is this gonna take?

Most of the day

I should think.

And what are we

allowed to keep?

According to the

asset sheet let's see.

Not very much.

Little rats,

with their little claws.

Quite unnecessary kid.

We may as well do this now.

Ah, it's a nice computer.

Oh, don't worry. We're not

gonna you know, take it

Now.

Anything interresting?

- Stocks!

Every one's selling, I'm buying.

two, four, eight...

Double your numbers quitely Theo.

And apologise.

Although I'll confiscate that

wretched computer for a week.

Sorry.

There's no easy way of doing this.

You have impeccable taste by the way

- Not mine.

We operate very

strict guide lines.

We have your arrange of Greek

dips at home. Don't we Ruppert?

As I was saying, we operate

very strict guide lines.

So, what is legally ours?

Well the bank will let you keep

25,000 pounds in cash.

And you're each allowed

1,000 Pounds in personal items.

My Westwood Goudleyboo

cost more than that!

It's such a beautiful dress.

I couldn't ressist looking.

I love it too.

I'll sort something out for you.

- Thank you.

Nigel...

You seem like such a lovely family,

We hate doing this.

Nigel!

Right so, 25 K cash...

And 1,000 in personal...

items.

What else?

Ah well, one thing

that came up in

the meeting with the

HQ this morning

The fish & chips shop.

"The Three Brothers"?

- What fish & chips shop?

Well that went years ago.

Well the bank unable

to seize it as an asset,

because of its

co-ownership with a...

Spiros Papadopoulos.

- Right.

Guess that's his brother.

But they haven't spoken in years.

It was so strange.

Oh, James... more lemons, son.

This is so good, Mrs. P.

In all the year...

I've never stoped thinking

about you, or your food.

Ah, still so charming.

Natural.

So...

I'm sitting there watching the tv.

And suddenly I see Papadopoulos & Sons.

On the TV.

- Daddy ever leverage himself.

Look at this little English.

Hey! I'm your uncle Spiros, right!

I'm your uncle, Remangga!

I'm gonna eat you with so beaut.

Please don't eat me.

He just like his mother.

That litlle english man.

- That's because my mommy was english.

I know that.

So, I'm watching the news.

And I'm thinking, what's

my baby brother gonna undone now?

And just at that moment...

as I'm thinking that thought,

in the same split second,

the phone rings, and it's you.

I mean, it's gotta be some.

kind of quantum physics there.

No?

No?

It's sane. Insane.

Katie?

You're so grown up.

I can't believe this.

You were like...

just a girl.

Dumpy and spoilled.

Look at you now.

- She's still a little spoilled.

Nanny P!

- And dumpy.

Not so dumpy.

Ah, James!

Sweet baby James.

When you were three...

How old was he?

Three or four?

We used to play fight.

Remember?

You love to fight.

While you blow up my nose!

Yeah! F***, that hurts.

- Spiros!

Sorry.

Duck, I said duck.

Quak, quak.

I know what you said.

Alright, don't tell your father.

Harry, thank you for

phone-ning me.

Now, seriously.

I'm so greatful.

There's...

I know there's so much for you,

we need to sort out you and I.

But we should be celebrating.

Yeah.

I don't drink anymore.

Just so you know.

But you don't have to be

drunk to dance. That's what I say now!

You don't have to be drunk to dance!

Fantastic. So, look..

we're losing the house.

And everything.

- What?

It's only temporary. I'm in

negotiation with top corp.

finance team to buy back.

But in the mean time I need

to free up some capital.

I'll give you what ever I got.

But you know I don't have much money.

I don't want you money Spiro.

I wanna sell "Three brothers".

We split 50/50.

I get enough money to pay

the rent, pay few bills off

And it's great for you,

'cause you got some cash to do..

what ever it is you wanna.. do.

We can't sell the "Three Brothers".

- I knew it.

I knew it'd be difficult,

I knew it, I knew it. I knew it.

You haven't changed.

- It doesn't feel right.

You're loving this.

- Oh Harry! I want to help.

Can't you see we're in the sh*t!

- Gentlemen, please!

May I suggest we sleep on this?

Before it gets out of hand.

Yeah, this is good advice, Mrs. P.

Harry.

Harry!

- Ok, what ever.

I couldn't sleep last night

not awake.

Over and over in my mind,

I was trying to imagine

selling the shop.

Something here was saying: No.

No!

I want to help you.

All of you.

So I pray for guidance.

I ask the universe:

Please help me.

Please help me

help these people.

And I must've fallen

asleep not long after.

A crazy sleep.

And then this dream.

There was this...

This music.

The most incredible music.

And you and me Harry.

Running the shop.

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