All language subtitles for Minder s01e07 The Bengal Tiger

I can be so good for you.

Love you like you want me to.

I can be so good for you.

Love you like you want me to.

and that's my car.

Yeah?

Yeah.

The way I see it, pal, it was your car.

Oh, that's charming, isn't it, eh?

Five weeks behind with the payments.

Look, we had this dispute, didn't we,
you know, at the firm, industrial

The man said, go and get the car, all
right? Yeah, well, sir, I don't let you

take it.

You'd be very silly, wouldn't you?

Needs a bit of choke first thing.

Oh, yeah?

Oh. And you've got to sort of, you know,
blip the accelerator.

I see.

From the rust anyhow.

Yeah, it's not all that, is it?

Oh, no, no, no, don't do that. Not when
it's cold.

Why don't you let the other geezer worry
about that?

Well, how am I going to get to work,
then?

I don't know.

How far is it?

Come on then, jump in.

I'll drop you at the tune.

Morning, Mr. Mukherjee.

Dear, oh, dear, oh, dear.

The type who wrecked my shop, Mr. Daly.

Hooligan. Got my papers, Mr. M.

Whoops. Oh, you'll have to start a new
line in Broken Biscuits.

They have been threatening me all week.

Who? Yeah, you never got my pan of
tellers, did they? I don't exactly know

Local lads? I don't know.

Kids?

They said they would be back.

Did they?

Well, you'll be needing help then, won't
you?

Oh, no, no, no. No police.

Oh, why's that?

I don't think it is a matter for police.

No, but I mean you'll need looking
after, won't you?

Protection?

Mr Mukherjee, that's a very naughty
word.

People could misconstrue that.

Now, what I'm saying is, if you have a
faith about the place, you don't get any

aggravation, do you?

Ah.

But, Harry Papa, this will cost me
money.

Well, naturally. I mean, I'll put my man
in here.

Oh, 300, you'd be well looked after.

300 pounds?

Well, I'm not talking about your
patties, am I?

300 pounds?

You'll get the best. My boy Terry, ex
-boxing champion.

Bouncer at the Lyceum Ballroom. What
more could you ask for?

What's up? Have you gone mad or
something?

No, he's temperamental, like with Terry,
you're dealing with an artist.

Why, is he going to mind her or Shirley
Bassett?

Hey, Terry.

See you, Norman.

Thanks, Arthur. You've done me a right
favour. Yeah, fine. All right? Yeah,

yeah.

What's all that about?

Just don't ever get me another job like
that.

Let me have a go at you.

He's a vacuum cleaner assembly worker at
Park Royal.

What's he going to do, hit me over the
head with a suction hose attachment?

on, hang on.

Here you are.

Double score, all right?

How much he give you?

Well, he didn't give me that lot, did
he? I've always got a nice wad on me,

haven't I?

Yeah. What's the matter with you?

Geezer buys a car, doesn't pay for it,
he loses a car. That's reasonable, isn't

it? They've been on strike.

Oh, that's lovely, isn't it? Doing the
economy in and all.

It was official.

Even better.

Strike pay.

Bit of social security. What's he got
now, a Mercedes?

Oh, no.

Just don't get me any more jobs like
that.

Or down the Lonsdale.

What's wrong with that place? A nice
boozer. Oh, nice, yeah. Three fights

week. They were having a go at the
group, weren't they? That's not nice, is

Did you hear that group?

Listen, there's a mate of mine who's
just finishing a ten on the more for

less damage than their drummer.

No, I'm not kidding you, Arthur.

I'm thinking of packing it all in.

Terry. I understand your feelings,
Terry.

Have you? Yes, I do.

And I absolutely agree with you.

Not a nice job at all. But it was an
earner.

That's all that matters.

I mean, I only have your interest at
heart.

Well, haven't I always got you jobs?

Yeah, yeah. Senior all right?

Yeah. Nice little flat?

Yeah.

One more job.

No. All right, Terry, all right.

I will go over there and tell them that
Mr McCann has let them down.

I've let them down? Yes, you.

Nice little Indian and his family.

I've got to get a drink in.

You buying?

What, first round?

Never.

You do what you're good at. Everybody
knows that. It's called aptitude.

Now, you have an aptitude for knocking
blokes out on the cobbles.

To each his own, Terry.

It's not a proper job, is it?

What else could you do?

I don't know.

Computers.

Do what?

Computers. They're always advertising,
aren't they?

Terry, son, you can't even work a pocket
calculator.

Of course I can.

You wouldn't know where to put the
decimal point.

Well, I could bloody well learn,
couldn't I?

I'm not stupid, am I?

Thanks, Arthur.

Thanks a lot.

So that's it, then, is it?

I have muscle to stand at the doors of
clubs and discos.

My mum thinks I'm a chauffeur.

Excuse me, gentlemen, would you like a
drink with the governor?

Oh, that's very noble of him. I'll have
a large vodka and slimline.

Oh, and a lime of a cherry.

No, hold on, hold on.

I'll have a large vodka and slimline
too. Cheers.

Thanks, Harry.

Perks and all.

See, Terry, I'm respected.

We look after each other, we can't go
wrong.

Computer.

How do I know who they are?

Hooligans, kids.

They're giving an Indian newsagent a
hard time. They're not exactly lucky

Luciano, are they?

Sit about the place. Be very
interesting.

It's paying well.

How well?

120 sobs in your hand.

He's expecting you.

I've got to slip over to Finsbury Park
to see Charlie Francis.

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

He's got in with some insurance
assessor. He's trying to ship 50 frost

Italian refrigerators.

Frost -damaged? Yeah.

I don't know. Might have had a bad
winter out there.

See you, Terry.

Here, on.

Start off.

Can I help you?

Yeah, it's Mr Muckagee about.

What are you?

Traveller?

Traveller? Yeah, yeah. Christmas
novelty.

Could you tell him Terry's here? Friend
of Arthur Daly's.

Oh, you've come to look after her,
haven't you? Come to protect us?

Oh, I don't know yet.

Who are you?

His daughter, Indira. And I'm stopping
Indian names.

Well, it's better than Sabu.

Here, do you think they'll come back
again?

I don't even know who they are.

Well, one of them's the real... It's
with Terry, Mr Daly's friend.

Hello.

You've got your room.

Tara, Tara.

Here, Tara.

What was she saying to you?

Oh, nothing. We were just chatting.

Oh.

But you must not talk with her. She has
already spoken for her. She has promised

to be married.

Um, I wasn't proposing. We just said
hello.

Oh, yes. I know what hello means with
you fellows.

So... You're a champion boxer?

Well, not exactly a champion. No, I had
a good few fights, though.

Not a champion?

Look, as far as I understand it, it's
just kids, isn't it?

Kids.

You don't really need a funny lifting
for that, do you?

Yes.

Kids.

How many of them?

Two or three.

This would be all right behind the
economist, won't it?

All right, then, Mr. Muckergy.

What's the strength?

I mean, look, if we're going to fight
shoulder to shoulder, at least I ought

know what the war's about.

No war.

Well, what do they want, then?

Money?

How much?

None of your business.

Look, what I'm trying to get at is do
you owe them money or are they demanding

money?

Uh -huh. You owe them. How much?

Look, I don't want to discuss this with
you.

If I fight them, what happens?

I'm accused of starting a bloody race
riot.

I suppose it's never occurred to you to
do something really dramatic like pay

what you owe them. How?

How much do you think I earn here?

What is the profit margin on half an
ounce of old Holborn?

Anyway, they want more than money.

Like what?

My daughter.

How do you mean?

They want to bring somebody here
illegally.

Oh, that's nice, isn't it?

And they want my promise that she will
be this person's bride.

So what's the problem? You people do
that, don't you?

She's promised to my second cousin.

Oh, my good God.

You don't need me. You need the marriage
guidance people.

I do need you. Why?

Because they just came back.

Who is he?

He?

Amar Bondhu.

He's a friend of mine.

Who is this boy and what is he doing
here?

Tell me, Amar Bondhu.

I want to talk to you in private.

Please come in. Yes, yes.

Come to my room.

This way, please.

After you. We go.

This way.

After you.

Please. Up.

Who are you?

The delivery boy?

Yeah, sometimes when he's a bit short
-handed. He was a bit short -handed last

night, wasn't he?

Didn't notice you around then.

Oh, dear, oh, did you do all that
damage?

God, I bet Mr Muckergy was terrified.

Mightn't you, a big boy like you,
terrify anyone, wouldn't you?

Hey, I know you from somewhere, don't I?

I don't think so.

Got it.

The scrubs.

The scrubs?

No, not me, pal.

Unless you mean a... Well... What?

Well, I go jogging there now and again.

Overrated, that jogging.

Is it?

Working out, I mean, in the gym.

Different grade, isn't it?

Don't know. Is it?

Of course it is.

Weight training, bodybuilding.

What, all that pectoral development?

Yeah. Terrific, that is.

Nah.

Overrated, though, isn't it?

I mean, a lot of people think that all
you weight trainers, you're a load of

puss.

Go for a knife, please.

Yeah, behind you.

I'm sorry, pal. We've got no change.

Oh, what?

Don't mind it. No, I'll tell you what.
Take it. Pop in tomorrow and pay for it.

Very nice of you.

Really nice of you.

Good day.

Sorry, what were you saying?

About bodybuilding.

Yeah, those steroids, though. Don't do
you a lot of good, do they?

End up looking like a Russian dick, a
thrower.

What's wrong with that?

You ever seen any of those birds?

You, I have no call.

Yeah, but he pays my wages, see. And I'm
like one of those very old -fashioned

English workmen, loyal to their
governor.

See you,

muscles.

Where are you going? Out. I forbid you
to leave.

Sir, you'd better get him to tell you
the full strength of all this.

You're going to be in real trouble.

You be quiet.

Derek, you please stop her from going.

Well, what's he going to do? Knock me
out?

Just don't stand there. Go after her.

Please, stop her. All right, all right.

Hey.

Dara.

Oh, sorry, mate.

Here! Here, here. Just a minute, just a
minute. I'm looking at you. Now, I'm

busy. Never mind busy. I want a shot to
you.

Now, what do you want?

Look, I've just been down to Lawson,
haven't I, eh? You had no right to do

you've done this morning.

Who says?

It's a consumer protection act, isn't
it, eh? I could have you nicked. No, not

me. The bloke who owns the car.

Look, I own the car. That is the whole
point, isn't it?

Oh, yeah?

They got away from you, did they? Yeah,
well, good luck to them, I say.

I'm going right off you, pal.

Yeah?

What are you going to do about it, then?

Nothing.

Well, that makes it a very lucky day for
one of us, doesn't it?

Breaking and entering.

There's something wrong with your lock.

There was nearly something wrong with
your nose.

The clutch is off.

Mister, what are you doing with the key
to my flat?

Your flat?

Who obtained this desirable bachelor
residence for you? I pay key money. I'm

entitled to have a key.

Oh, certainly.

Well, I'm getting that lock changed
tomorrow.

Cop holder that for us.

What is it?

It's a fridge, old son.

The latest in Italian manufactured mini
-fridges.

I've got a fridge.

Think of all the people who haven't.
Think of the countless millions who

make a decent Bacardian Coke for one of
the few ice cubes.

You'd better put a woolly on. I've got
another 19 of those outside in a van.

Arthur, is that a bleeding warehouse?

No, no, temporary storage.

And you can put that out as well.

Don't any of that. I've just woken up.

Ooh.

Anyway, what's wrong with your gap?

Decorators are hardly out. Regency
Stripe in the hall. They look lovely,

wouldn't they? I'd bring some fellas
back from the lodge for a drink. Oh,

we mustn't ruin the Regency Stripe, must
we? What are you doing?

It's half past two in the morning. I'm
going to bed. You can close the front

door on the way out. Terry, the mini
-fridges.

Arthur, I don't even know anybody who
wants one.

Your mum?

No.

She's got a big jumbo -sized fridge from
the co -op, who deliver in daylight

hours.

Caravan dwellers down at Sheppey.

Telegraph readers with holiday homes in
North Wales.

Arthur, you manage that one. You bring
the rest up. Terry, you're young, fit.

I've also got an early start with Gunga
Din.

Five little minutes, Terry.

papers? Listen, before you go on, tell
him that I'm not a delivery boy. No way

am I delivering papers, all right? Well,
the delivery boy did not turn up this

morning. Tell him, Arthur.

Well, I think Terry's got a fair point
there, Mr Mukherjee. Too right he has.

Very well. No deliveries.

It'll cost me money.

I don't mind marking them up for you.

You look well behind there, Terry.

Straight up. You look right for the
part.

When you get hold of it, I'll suit you
down to the ground, newsagents.

And you're learning something.

As true as it happens.

I'm learning something very interesting.

Oh, well, yeah, I'll just have my usual.
And, uh, pack it up, Alan.

Mm -mm.

How much is that? Da -da -da.

Silly boy.

Only have to pay, Mr. Mukherjee.

Mukherjee. Mr.

Mukherjee and me are old friends, Terry.

Good. Well, maybe you can get him to
tell you a bit more about his other

business. What?

Well, your friend, Mr.

Mukherjee, he's not been exactly
forthcoming with me.

I have told you enough.

All right, then.

I'll just have to ask your daughter.

She thinks about ready to give me the
full S .B.

Well?

Indra did not return home last night.

Maybe they have taken her from me.

What, you mean kidnapped her?

No. They wouldn't do that, of course
not.

Why?

Well... Well, I don't know, really.

Maybe they would.

Wait a minute, wait a minute. Look, you
owe a fellow some money, a private debt.

That's one thing.

But kidnapping, that's something else. I
mean, they're not stupid, are they?

They know the police would have to be
told.

Yes, but how can I go to police?

I don't even know whether I'm allowed in
this country.

Surely not.

I think I am. I've been here 20 years.
Well, it's all right then. They just

check up on your name and you're all
right.

Yes, but which name?

Eh?

One is so frightened of being deported.
I have given so many names in the past.

But if I go to the police, I will have
to tell them everything, explain about

daughter.

You have met Indira.

She is a Londoner.

She is bloody cockney.

Well, that would be all right, wouldn't
it?

My only consolation is that her dear
mother did not live to share in my

misfortune.

Look,

if they had kidnapped her, they would
have been in touch by now, wouldn't

Demanding ransom and all that.

They haven't, have they?

No.

Well, there's not much I can do.

I'll see you, Terry.

Keep smiling, Mr Mukherjee.

Just dropped in to pay for the life.

Er, yeah, there's no change again, mate.

Got two days?

Yes, over there.

They're coming tomorrow, then, eh?

Yeah, OK, pal.

Wait a minute.

I'll give you change.

There's nothing natural, nothing fair.

Cocktails!

How much are they?

Ten for three, love.

How do you think, babe?

No, I'm on my way now. Ta -ra.

How many of them? I don't know. I only
saw the one.

You dive in and take him unawares. He's
down there.

What'll you be doing?

Well, I'll be on the corner having a
drink.

They're not even open yet.

Well, I'll be having a cup of tea on the
corner. I mean, you want someone

outside as lookout, don't you?

Look, look, down there, over the wall,
round the back, in the basement. All

right?

Thanks a bunch, Arthur.

Well, nothing, really.

Look, what are you doing here?

Run away, haven't I?

Who's he?

My boyfriend, Kev.

Hello. Hello.

Your dad's worried about you.

Oh, is he?

Kev, make some instant.

This your drum, then?

Yeah, yeah. I'm building a room divider.

Oh, nice.

Cool, suddenly I've ran. Open plan is
all to go, isn't it?

Is it?

Your old man thought you'd been
kidnapped.

Flaming wonder I haven't. Just because
he promised you to someone.

And took the bride money.

And took some more bride money from his
second cousin's family.

Promised me to about six other families
as well.

That's how he got the money to buy his
shop.

Oh, that's charming, isn't it?

Look, Mr Adler was only acting for
everybody else who got taken.

Plus, he got taken for the most.

Look, why not make it easier for
everybody and marry one of them?

Because I don't want a bleeding rice
picker from Bengal.

I love Kev. I think Kev's wonderful.

Well, yeah, I mean, I can see the
attraction.

He dances just like John Travolta.

Shame he don't look like him.

He's beautiful.

We was going to move in with me mum, but
she wouldn't have it on account of her

being coloured.

Who, your mum?

She don't mind living among them, but
she draws a line at everyone in the

Terry.

You won't tell him where I am, will you?

Child of. Thank you, sir.

She loves the geezer.

Yeah, but what about the thumping I see
through the window?

He's building a room divider.

You'll have to tell Mukherjee. Wrong. I
do not have to tell Mukherjee. And he's

the villain of the piece, isn't he?
Straight, no questions.

Terry, these people, they do that sort
of thing.

They promise their daughters.

I mean, it's not like being in the C of
E.

But he's had them all over after bloody
Indians in Southall.

He's lined his daughter up for more
marriages than Elizabeth Taylor. And she

don't want it.

She wants Ken.

What's he like?

QPR supporter.

Well, come on, it must be a bit more to
him than that.

Not a lot.

London Airport?

I wish to speak to the immigration
department.

Yes. The people who handle illegal
entry.

Immigration? Good morning.

I wish to report an illegal entry into
this country.

Who's speaking, sir?

Who's speaking?

Well, this is Mr.

Chaudhry, a very well -respected citizen
of this country for many years.

I've been serving loyally the crown for
many years as a member of the Bengal

Lantern. with a fine commanding officer
who is still living in East Moseley.

Now, I cannot abide these illegal
immigrants, immigrant people, you know,

here for social security and things like
that.

Look, sir, what exactly is the problem?

Flight AI -129.

Yes. Now, I happen to know that there is
a person on this flight with illegal

documents.

Now, have you got a pencil ready? Yes.
What? Yes.

The family name is Aslam.

Aslam. Aslam. A -S -L -A -M.

And this fellow is a scoundrel.

You know, probably smuggling things as
well.

Yes, I've got that, sir.

Aslam.

Yes.

Now, if you would just give me a few
particulars about yourself.

Oh, thank you.

Look, my second cousin.

On the whole, I prefer Kev.

Next, please.

I think we have a little bit of
confusion here, sir.

Confusion? Yes, almost to the point of
total incomprehensibility. Do you mind

just waiting in there for a few moments?

This is my nephew.

Oh, nice.

Chris Wilson.

I wonder what the SP on him is. Very
naughty boy.

Do you know him? I know them all, Terry.

Highest and the lowest.

Charlie Knight's phone.

Got away with attempted murder a couple
of years ago.

Well, he's not all that terrific then,
is he? If it's only attempted murder.

Yeah, but he might try again and this
time he might succeed.

Oh, hello. Have a look.

They have refused him entrance.

He must go back on the next plane.

What about Aslam's bridegroom of the
week?

The same.

You'll be getting a visit from the
immigration authorities, won't you?

But how am I to know they've changed the
law?

But I've given so many names in the past
that they won't know who the hell they

are looking for.

When it comes to it, I can be as crafty
as an old Bengal tiger.

I only hope you'll fight like one, too.

It is the law of the land, Aslam Shah.
What can I do?

Mukherjee, you owe me money. Me.

You have till tomorrow night.

I'm very sorry for you two gentlemen.

Yeah, me and all.

Oh, a failed murderer.

I'm bloody terrified.

Till tomorrow night.

Let's go.

What can they do to me? I mean, what can
they do? The immigration people say no.

So what can they do? They try to wreck
my shop once, they'll try to wreck

But what else can they do?

They could try killing you.

Me?

For a few thousand pounds?

Not a chance.

Besides, I have protection.

You had protection.

But you're my friend.

Yes, as the man said, a friend in need.

Exactly, Terence.

Who needs a friend like that?

Just take it easy, son.

Your friend's out of his skull and
you're being a noose. I'll kill you.

kill you. Yeah, of course you will. Hey,
pal, I feel very well.

Behave yourself.

I've still got a full drink in there.
Yeah, but you didn't pay for it. That's

why you got slung out.

All right in there, my bad, didn't you?
I could do you any day, mate.

Just see that your friend gets hungry,
okay?

Piss off.

Go home.

I'll tell you one thing.

Don't you never come down Putney High
Street? You're a dead man.

Putney High Street?

I'll remember that.

I thought you'd spotted out of it,
didn't you?

People don't feel it so well.

Oh, well, you can shut up then. Hadn't
been for you, we could have been having

nice time in there.

Hey, I know this girl. I know this
girl's got a caravan down by Canby

Oh, great.

It's all oil refineries down here.

I don't care. Well, I do.

You will hope. You will hope somewhere
nice.

You know.

Torquay. Well, somewhere.

And that Terry.

He's bound to find you sooner or later,
isn't he? Why? He hasn't told me dad

yet, otherwise he'd been down. Well, the
others then.

They're all going to be after us.

I'm only going to marry you, Kev.

I love you.

Deeper than a thousand oceans.

Oh, oh.

Yeah.

It's all here.

I don't care.

No, I don't care neither.

See, what worries Daddy is him being
made an outcast in his own community.

Yeah. Mind you, he ain't exactly
flavoured a month at the moment, is he?

I mean, it ain't religion with him, it's
money.

See, if I could persuade him that, you
know, I've got a few prospects in there.

Mind you, I've got to get me drill back
off that Scotch geezer what I lent it

to.

Hey.

Dear, dear.

I know the old world loves a lover, but
you two came in for breakfast.

We should be serving afternoon teas in a
minute.

I hate old people.

Don't you dare leave my tea.

I'm just glad he doesn't want to pay my
cheques, sweetheart.

Tea tastes like iodine.

Oh, Ted, do we have... Yeah, look, leave
all the talking to me, okay?

I know he's going to talk you out of it.
Get in!

Not in the bloody door, then.

Pops in motor.

Only because you're driving, Bambi. Of
course it's Bambi. It's back in second

gear, isn't it?

Mr. Mukherjee!

Why, Mr. Mukherjee!

Come, kid, let's go down the stairs.
Right.

Dad!

Mr. Mukherjee!

Uh -huh. Please,

I'm very sorry. Believe me.

I beg your forgiveness.

Yes,

and I beg you not to harm me anymore.

Yes. Yes.

Yes, that is a possible solution.

Yes. But of course she will agree. What
do you think? I am not master in my own

household.

No fears.

So just give me a little while.

I'll call you in a little while.

Bye -bye.

So, your old father may sleep peacefully
again.

You don't have to marry somebody from
Bengal.

He would be just as happy.

If you married his nephew from
Wolverhampton.

No, please, Inchon.

Indira. Listen, I'm the one she's
marrying. Can't you get that, Mr

Please, Kevin.

Can you pay the bride money?

Can you match what Mr Aslam has already
paid and which I must return if she does

not marry his relative?

I can look after her, yeah.

But you cannot pay.

All you do is stand in the way.

Do you know how rich is Mr Aslam?

He has got business interests
everywhere.

He has got the finest restaurant in
London.

And what have you got?

Dad, he loves me, and I love him. Yeah.

And I've got a trade, and I... Trade?

But what job you have got?

What?

What job you have?

What do you mean, this precise moment?
Well,

right now, I'm between things.

But I've got to start next week, block
of flats, cancel rides.

And anyway...

Kev's thinking of starting up on his
own.

Oh?

Doing what, exactly?

Conversions. Like buildings.

I didn't think religious.

Look, you don't seem to understand. I'm
a very skilled man.

I'll be getting about 200 nigger a week
clearing me pocket.

200? Yeah.

And with this mate of mine, who's about
the best wallpaper hanger you can get

around here, who knows?

Couple of months, we could be very big.

Dad, I do love him.

Don't I get a say?

I mean, you and Miss Aslam and all that.
Just tradition, innit?

I was brought up here.

Got to get married.

I want to choose for myself.

My little Indra.

My sweet darling girl.

Of course I want your happiness.

But they will certainly kill me.

They won't kill you.

Kip! One of them's a real gangster!

Okay.

But I love you, so I've got to be
prepared to fight for you, haven't I?

Not a bad morning's work.

You've done well there, Terry boy.

Thanks. I reckon this is the best part
of Sunday.

Nice drop of laughter, her indoors doing
a nice roast.

Nice and quiet.

Are you in there?

Friends of yours?

Well, yeah.

Well, I'm sorry, Terry. I ain't a
bleeding club.

No. Terry, Kesman asked them on his own.

Yeah, all right, love. You come. It's
all right.

Arthur!

Now, tell me slowly. You say he went
after them?

I mean, he's got no chance, has he?

No, not much.

Mr. Daly, please save this boy.

I promise you'll get your 300.

120 sobs, eh?

I got over it, Terry.

You know that.

How do you know he's gone to the
restaurant?

Oh, it was the only place I mentioned.

Take him out. It's as long as he goes in
second gear.

Wonderful.

And he's talking of setting up business
on his own. See, what worries me is he's

got all his tools.

His what?

He's got a gun?

No, I mean his tools for work.

Hammers, chisels, you know, all that
stuff.

I think if one's really sort of into
ethnic food, it's always good to go to a

place patronised by the natives, so to
speak.

Mr Basler?

Yes? I'm a friend of Mr Mukherjee's.

Go away.

And I'm his daughter's boyfriend.

And I've come to... Come to what, sonny?

I've come to tell you we're getting
married.

And I want you to stop harassing my
future father -in -law.

You are disturbing my customers.

Sod them.

If it's down to me and him, okay. All
right, son.

Go home.

Go on, on your bike. I'm not frightened.

What are you shaking for, then?

I'm not bloody frightened.

All right, you're not frightened.

But you stick to your room dividing, eh?

This is more my game.

Go on.

I'm afraid you just lost out, Mr. Aslan.

You see, this is jolly old England.

And that girl's going to marry who she
wants.

Now, the only problem is that Mr
Mukherjee is skimpy. But he's going to

good boy. He's going to give you 15 quid
a week.

It is not enough.

That's the state of his economy.

If you want any more, well, you're going
to have to take it out of this, aren't

you?

Too long.

What for?

Fifteen quid a week, Aslam.

I've had enough.

It's all right, pal.

You had enough, Aslam?

Mr. Daly, please, I have to explain.

Obviously, I haven't got all the money.

Obviously.

Only 100, short.

Yeah, but it's my whack, isn't it?

Well, this guy's a risk, isn't he? I
don't see why I should bear the burden

money's owed.

Arthur, look.

Yeah, but I'll get better, won't I?
Stick this in your bin for now.

Right.

I'm going to drop this back at the
garage. I'll see you at the boozer, all

right? OK, yeah.

Terry?

Terry, will you be our best man?

Oh, who's that, my man?

You thought I'd taken a chance?

Oh.

Oh, it's you, is it? Eh?

Well, I was right. I've got the motor
back.

Yeah, well done.

Someone give you a whacking, did they?

Yeah. Well, I can't say as I blame them.

It's a risk you've got to take in your
game.

I suppose so.

If you want to, I'll change the
situation.

Right people, right time, just the wrong
location.

I've got a good idea.

Just you keep me near. I'll be so good
for you. I could be so good for you.

I'm gonna help you.

Love you like you want it to I'll do it