Papadopoulos & Sons Page #6

same development, yeah.

Also for free.

What do you want, Harry?

- I want my food busines back.

Guys, guys, guys reality check.

Harry, it's not gonna happen.

Ok, the best you can hope for is to

work with Lars here and save something.

Can't say no.

Okay, so I need to take

this to the board.

Takes 2-3 months, but pischa.

It seems criminal to buy

the business back only to break it up.

Can I just point out

that you are skating,

figuratively speaking

on thin f***ing ice.

I'll do what ever the bank wants.

- Ok.

Harry, we are gonna

take this to the hoop.

Three points!

Taking out a loan

to pay off a loan,

so you can remortgage

a property.

It's got nothing

to do with business.

It's got nothing to

do with making stuff.

I'd get my life back.

No, you get a

loan for some land.

My children get their lifes back.

I'm sorry.

This isn't very profesional.

Do you give your client

a hard time Sophie?

No.

Just the interesting ones.

You've got 5 minutes.

- Yeah, of course.

I just want to

about the shop and..

make sure that my brother

got the right plan for a girl.

Okay, lets grab a cup of coffee.

So, it's 30% of material.

The fish, the potatoes, the packaging, etc.

Would you include energy?

Light, heat?

Yeah. But not rent, because

we already own the building.

Okay. And 30% on labour?

- Yeah.

So it's 30-30-30 classic

restaurant model.

That's right.

What are your weakneses?

Price of fish can vary dramatically.

Can you vary the menu?

You don't want it complicated.

Doesn't have to be

complicated, Harry.

What are your fears?

- My fears?

Just that it won't work out.

That Fish & Chips

maybe had its day.

No. Hang on a second..

Fish & Chips, it's a British classic.

Much more than just a quick

meaningless experience, it's...

something to be savored.

Just think of the soft

white cod flakes

gently falling away as

your fork pierces the

heart crunchy shell

of the golden batter.

The rich smell of the

friers delight, the

tangy smack of salt and

vinegar on your lips.

Hell yeah!

I'd pay for that.

And we should

talk about um...

We should talk about

a cunning packages. - Yeah.

Yeah, we should.

This time last year

I was in Malibu.

We'll go tonight.

It's not a night club.

It's America.

Look, the shop's where I'm from.

But..

it's not where I'm gonna end up.

My dad, must've said

that to my mom once.

Maybe even on this bridge.

Silly, look where he ended up.

So what's your plan?

Property. Got an eye for it.

I'll probably be a Popstar one day.

- Cool.

Yo, yo, yo, it's time to die.

Yoyo blue buterfly.

He was fat, he was bloated.

He was fairly attracted

to my lapple.

That is wild sick!

I wrote something for you too.

It's a poem. It's called:

"Sometimes I want for nothing else."

Just you and me, in an

ever expanding universe,

shagging cup of tea.

Sometimes

I want for nothing else.

F***.

You're amazing.

Start from the side fin

on the top here.

And cut in one move

all along the fish.

Lovely come and try.

Fresh fish lovely of

chips, delicious fish.

Come and try.

Pickle boy!

Battered inside.

Special chips for you. And one for you.

Off you go.

Fish and Chips come and try.

We batter our own fish.

We make beautiful fresh fish inside.

Sir, have a chip. Have a fish.

No? None for you.

Sir, come and try. Come and try.

It's not just Fish and Chips.

There's room for all of us.

What do you want, Hassan?

Remember when we were children?

When we were friends?

We weren't Greeks, Turks.

Respectfuly I would like you

to take your kebabs off the menu.

This is Fish and Chips shop.

What do we get?

I want to fish.

You don't do fishes.

You're going to put us on the street.

It's business.

- It's not about business!

Perhaps you wouldn't be

like this, if we were Greeks.

I'd tell you what.

We'll take kebabs off the menu...

if you ask your son to

stay away from my daughter.

More tea?

- No, thank you.

This is very difficult.

- Come on, it's easy.

My son is his own man.

- Right, no deal.

Is this because he's Turkish?

Because he's a muslim?

Oh, no. I don't

have a problem.

Harry's not make bet.

Because he works in

a kebab shop, is that it?

Yeah, Harry's more like that.

I'd ask you, both of you. To respect

a mans aspiration for his daughter.

I have similar aspiration for my son.

Spiro? Perhaps you should remind

your brother where he is now.

Tell him to look around.

Perhaps he still sees a big mansion

with big garden and servants.

Well, I don't.

But more importantly,

neither did my son.

This is only temporary, we'll

be gone in a couple of months.

I hope so.

It's gonna be long couple of months.

- For both of us.

Say cheese!

So here we are.

Here we are.

I'm sure it'd be good news.

If it's good news, Spiro.

I want you to have the shop.

All of it.

Will we get to visit uncle Spiros again?

- Of course we will.

Who's gonna help run the store?

I'm gonna need you little man.

I'd expect uncle Spiros will

always find you a holiday job.

Hallo.

Lars, yeah.

Just, I'm just...

What is it?

- Did you get the loan?

Bad news i'm afraid.

- Realy? - Yeah.

We're going home, we got it!

We're going home.

- Congratulation.

What's wrong?

We're leaving. We're out of here.

We've got the loan.

We should be celebrating.

- Not here, he's right.

It's a good day.

You... you...

made it!

You're a survivor.

Sorry.

What is it with you Spiro?

Why can't you be happy for me?

When ever I've any kind of success,

you always have to stamp on it.

Where are you going?

- I am happy for you.

I am.

What is it?

What's wrong?

There's this...

He looks dead to me.

No, he's not dead.

He's sleeping. He's still sleeping

Like...

Sleeping beauty?

- Yeah.

It's a good way looking at him.

Sorry.

I hope I'm not...

- No, come in.

James? James!

And take the um...

Yeah, I heard the news, and

I realy wanted to bake something.

So I made a

Greek easter cake.

Don't ask.

- No, that's really...

lovely. Thank you very much.

We'll have some of that.

James.

He's in a mild koma apparently,

and we have to talk to

him and play music and uh..

James, put the...

turn the music on.

Hey, wake up!

The accountant's here,

you better wake up.

James!

- He's a coin!

Katie!

- Sorry.

Don't just stand up, you..

Let me do it.

Wait, I felt something.

Katie, get the doctor.

I don't want them to ask.

Oh, for f*** sake. I'll do it.

- James!

Excuse me...

Doctor I felt something just

now, a gripping movement.

Anything else?

No, just a slight squeeze.

Is that a sign?

It could be, the court can't respon.

It's difficult to tell.

Right.

How long is he

gonna be like this?

He suffered a heart attack.

It's hard to predict.

You should all take a break.

I'm sorry about him.

Yeah, we'll leave him to you.

Say good bye to uncle Spiros.

Come on, it's ok.

Would you mind staying around, Sophie?

- Of course.

So he saved me twice. Once in

the fire, and once after the bank.

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