분야
hwp Hell.
Were moving out.
Got a fire?
Too early in the morning.
All right.
Get out of there. Come on.
Come here.
Im fixing you up with a job...
with your uncle.
Work now, till you go back to college.
If your face gets any longer
here, youll overbalance...
or Ill commit suicide.
Bilquis?
Good.
And Tania and the other girls?
I say...
cant you give Omar some work
in your garage for a few weeks?
Come on, yaar.
The bugger is your nephew, after all.
Hes on dole...
like everyone else in England.
He sweeps the dust
from one place to another...
he squeezes shirts...
and he heats soup.
I mean, that hardly stretches him.
His food stretches me.
Oh, come on, yaar.
Ill send him to college in the autumn.
One thing more, try and
fix him up with a nice girl.
Im not sure his penis
is in full working order.
Weve got one parking space.
25 a week.
And from this afternoon...
were offering a special
on-the-premises...
clean-the-car service.
New thing.
Is that your car?
Why you feeling it up, then? Come here.
Here, I said.
This bastard
who almost beat you up is Salim.
Youll be seeing a lot of him.
Ive heard many great things
about your father.
I must see him, but where is the time?
Youre too busy keeping this damn country
in the black. Still, someones got to do it.
So, your papa got thrown out
of that clerks job I fixed him with?
Pissed, was he?
Can you wash a car?
Have you washed a car before?
Your uncle cant pay you very much...
but at least youll be able to afford
a decent shirt...
and youll be with your own people,
not in the dole queue.
Mrs. Thatcher will be happy with me.
Its easy to wash a car.
You just wet a rag and rub.
You know how to rub, dont you?
Do this one first.
Carefully...
as if you were restoring
a Renaissance painting.
Its my car.
- Hi, baby.
- My love.
Here.
What do you think I am, your trampoline?
Speak my language, damn it.
Ill do nothing else, Nasser.
- Do you think well ever part?
- Not at the moment.
Im serious.
Just keep moving.
Just there.
I love you.
Darling.
Christ, you move like a niner.
I love you, too.
Can we go away somewhere?
- Yes, Im taking you.
- Where?
- Campton Park. Saturday.
- Really? Great. Can we take the boy?
- Ive got big plans for the boy.
- You arent gonna make him work.
By the way, Rachel is my old friend.
Hello.
Hows Auntie Bilquis?
At home with the kids.
Papa sends his love.
Uncle, if I pick Papa up...
Have you ever been to a high-class place
like this before?
I suppose you spend most of the time
in your black-hole flat.
- Lf I pick Papa up, Uncle...
- He is one of those underprivileged types.
...and squeezed him,
squeezed Papa out like that...
I often imagine Id get...
Two fat slaps.
Two bottles of pure vodka
and a kind of flap of skin.
Like a French letter.
What are you talking, madman?
I love my brother like I love you.
- I dont understand how you can love me.
- Because youre such a prick.
You cant be sure that I am.
Nasser.
Shes right.
Dont deliberately make me laugh at you...
when Ive brought you here to
tell you one essential thing.
Now, move closer.
Get up.
In this damn country,
which we hate and love...