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[music playing]

Oi, come on.

Rip out that chassis leg and do it again, double quick.

It looks foreign to me, dude.

[tutting], this here is my brother's car, jungle boy.

I gave you this job because Auntie G,

your mommy, begged me for it.

You piss me around anymore, and I'll have to tell her.

I can't keep carrying her no-good, crazy son.

OK, Abdul.

You're the head honcho.

How's that, dude?

Oh my god.

[MUSIC - STEVE EARLE, "NOWHERE ROAD"]

[music playing]

Excuse me.

Could you help me, please?

Well, so long, partner.

[chatter]

Teacher's.

[inaudible]

Mm-mm. Put that back.

We don't want it.

Zafir?

Hello, auntie.

Hi, kids.

See how my boys love you?

Always playing little jokes.

Yeah, they're real cute, auntie.

You shouldn't wear these inside.

Why do you want to spoil your eyes?

It's like fashion, auntie, all right?

Hey, Zafir, this is pork.

Are you eating pork? It's for the dog.

Honest, auntie. - Then I confiscate this.

There's no place for filthy pork in a good, clean Muslim home.

Even the dog must obey God's laws.

Yeah. 10-4, auntie.

Such a nice, upstanding boy he could be.

All he needs is a good thrashing and a college

course in accounting.

Oi, [inaudible] do the bag.

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

[inaudible]

Hurry up

That's it.

That's it.

[inaudible]

[shouting]

--over the double yellow line.

It's a minicab. It's a minicab.

It's supposed to be out earning me

a living, not a limousine for your personal mode

of transport. - Help me.

Now, look at me. Don't look away.

Listen, mister, why can't you just leave the lady alone?

She's my wife, all right, cowboy?

So just piss off. Come on.

Stick it in the car.

What the fuck are you looking at?

Shop [inaudible] early today, are they?

I suppose another fucking bank's gone bust.

Please, just calm down.

Calm down?

You stay there.

Just stay there.

I'll calm down.

Oh.

Get off me

Ow.

Come on, then, cowboy.

Come on. Don't worry about her.

Come on, son.

Look, I don't want to have to hurt you.

Well, you won't hurt me, son. Come on.

Oh.

Come on. Come on.

Look, I'm sorry.

Can I help?

No, please just leave us alone.

[honking]

[music playing]

[backfire]

[dog barking]

Hey, guy.

Hey, guy.

Yeah, you, cowboy.

CHILD: Wait for me.

What's the problem, dudes?

We want to talk to that bastard, Ali, who

sold us this daft motor, guy.

I don't think Ali's around right now.

He's kind of recently emigrated to working

on an extensive banana plantation in Pakistan.

Then how come his motors are all out then, hey?

Well, maybe I better come in and take a shift [inaudible].

Sure thing, boys.

As long as you don't mind making pals with Spook.

All right, suit yourselves.

[crashing]

Zaf, you messed up my ace maneuver, man.

Kay?

Kay.

Why aren't you at school?

School just didn't rock and roll, man.

Yeah, well, I can fully appreciate that, Kay,

but you're your mom's last hope to save the family name.

You really need To get some exams.

I ain't got a hope in hell, Zaf.

You there.

Well, well, I might have known.

[knocking]

Roy Rogers.

ZAF: All right, Az.

How's it going?

Zaf, I think he wants to be let in.

Open the door.

You seen those boxers hanging around out front?

Kay, where's Spook?

Spook!

I ain't seen him all day,

[shouting]

They don't look too happy, Az.

Come on, man. Come on, man.

I reckon they want to bring to your attention

certain major flaws in that vehicle you sold them.

You get what you pay for in this life, don't you?

So you're going to go out and reason with them, Az?

[shouting]

KAY: Shit.

Look at that.

Really intense, man

Yeah!

I know you're in there, Ali, you living slimeball.

Maybe we should, like, barricade

all the doors and windows.

I don't know why we don't keep a shotgun handy.

I said before we should get one.

Yeah, yeah, well, that's not usually

the best way to deal with customer complaints, is it, Az?

They only bought it because they didn't know

how to go about stealing one.

They needed a getaway car for a bank job or something.

[breaking glass] Fuck, I knew I shouldn't be dealing

with these shady characters.

I've gotta think.

Maybe we should call the pigs.

Oh my god.

Sorry to say it, man, but you must be totally fucking crazy.

Why, man?

Because it would fuck my credibility

as a used car dealer.

[shouting]

All my customers have had traumatic experiences

with the police.

Only because they're all fucking

drug dealers and robbers.

We've all got to make a living somehow, Kay.

Hey, hey.

[shouting].

Bastards.

We have you, Ali.

Come on out.

Or I'm going to break all your windows, man.

Yeah, right, I think I've got a plan.

ZAF: Great stuff, Az.

I knew we could count on you to stay level-headed.

What's the plan?

Uh, I'm going to run away. Leave London.

Maybe make a break for some little village in Pakistan

where they can't ever find me.

Nice one, Az.

Come out and face the music, guy.

Come one!

Maybe we give them their money back.

If I had money, I could deal with them.

They just want an excuse for some violence.

MAN: Give me back my money.

Give me back my money.

You think I'm joking?

We need you for the gig tonight, Az.

This could be our big break if we get spotted

by a scout or something.

Get another bass player, man.

No way, man.

Not by tonight we can't.

We're out there on our own, dude.

We stand and fall together-- you and me and little Kay.

[shouting]

Spooky!

Hey.

[inaudible] boy.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[barking]

Why don't we settle this peaceful, boys?

Ha, that ugly pooch don't scare me.

[barking]

Maybe we should come back with the rest of the lad, hey?

You Trappers ain't got no fucking self-confidence.

Come on.

Let me at the pooch.

[barking]

[car starting]

[band playing]

[drumming]

[guitar playing]

[car turning off]

[band playing]

MR. PATEL: Mrs. Ayub?

Mrs. Ayub?

Hello, Mr. Patel.

Very nice evening.

MR. PATEL: Listen to that.

Listen to the noise.

Oh yes, so talented, my boys are.

And all these cars out here.

It's a damn eyesore.

I'm writing a letter to the council about those [inaudible]

sons of yours.

They are all bloody drug addicts.

Hi, Mom.

I'm so tired, Zafir.

I'll make you a cup of tea, Mom.

[guitar playing]

Mom, Mom, we've got to pay those,

or else they're going to cut us off.

I tell you before, Zafir, me and your daddy work

so long in this country for rubbish money and pay taxes.

No more bills.

Yeah, you're right there, mama.

Oh, why do you boys make so much noise?

Why you don't play nice music, like [inaudible].

Hey, that's the third burning turban this month, Gurd.

Nice [inaudible].

Oh.

Thank you, Auntie D.

Hey, Zaf, can we do "Wild Thing" tonight, man?

Get the kids real frenzied.

Listen, Kay, we got to the stick to our musical roots,

or else people ain't going to take us seriously.

Who takes us seriously now, Zaf?

The time we'll come, Gurd, when they'll be eating

their words, and you'll be eating T-bones in Nashville,

Tennessee.

I'd want to be like the first rock and roll president, man

with Motley Crue as my personal advisors.

We'd just get lynched out there, I bet.

You're too much of a pessimist, kid.

[phone ringing]

Hello?

Yeah, yeah.

Mom, it's Ugly Abdul on the phone.

Shush, Ali.

He's a good boy.

He makes a lot of money for his family.

Jesus, I'm for it, boys.

[inaudible] for?

I kind of got on the wrong side of Ugly Abdul.

I reckon he's going to make some unjustified slurs

of my character to our mom.

All right, bye-bye.

Mom, I'm sorry.

I can get another job.

If your father was alive, he'd beat

you so hard for all the shame you bring on the family.

Yeah, I know.

Look, don't be unhappy, Mom.

We look after you.

I'll see if Abdul will take me back, amma.

I'll get down and beg on my bended knees if I have to.

He told me what you did.

He is too kind-hearted to have you arrested.

Sometimes, Zafir, I ask God why he put it

in my fate to have such a son.

Please don't say that.

Zafir, there are no Pakistani cowboys.

[guitar playing]

[television]

Now, Rifat, what I done was wrong.

I don't want to hurt you no more.

Let me make it better.

I'll make it all better.

Please don't.

Don't.

I love you.

You're so beautiful.

I'm sorry, babe.

How many times will you say sorry, Tony?

How many times every month.

I want us to be happy.

I want to see you smiling all the time.

It hurts when I smile.

[music playing]

Hey.

[honking]

Hey, babes!

Howdy.

Hey, listen.

I want to make you teen idols, like Madonna, Marilyn Monroe,

hey?

Read the sign, bambinos.

[music playing]

Yee-haw.

Hey, babes.

Hey, babes, that's beautiful.

Just hold those expressions.

Hey, let's go somewhere private with a bed.

I can offer you lots of money and a nonstop ride

to Hollywood.

Hollywood?

Sweetheart, you've got star potential.

Maybe we can discuss marriage.

Oh, you've got photogenia, babes, like Bridget--

[crashing]

[music playing]

[phone ringing]

[knocking]

[dog barking]

Hey, mon amigo.

Come on, shake a leg.

We've got that talent contest to win.

Now, listen, keep quiet on that angle, please Jack.

I haven't explained tonight's [inaudible]

to the rest of the boys.

I mean, they kind of think it's a straight gig.

Hey, Zaf, dude, my lips are sealed.

[kissing sound] [laughing].

Yeah.

[music playing]

I'm moving.

I'm moving.

Come on, rapido, rapido, rapido.

Hey, hey, mind the paintwork.

[inaudible]

for god's sake.

ZAF: Hey, Spooky.

Spooky. - Come here, boy.

Come on.

Oh no.

Looks like he caught up with the Tapper boys.

Yeah, but do you reckon happened

to the rest of the bloke?

You really shouldn't mess with those antisocial rednecks.

Anyway, look in the glove compartment.

Wow, man.

See?

I got the personal protection side of things all thought out.

Give it to me.

Hey, hey, hey.

Come on, Man.

We could be like a bunch of crazy Hispanics

on the way to finish a drug deal in Miami.

[gunshot]

Hey, Kay.

[interposing voices]

Careful with the bullets.

That is tres expensive.

[laughing]

[gunshot]

Yeah, they've got that bloody dog with them again.

Come on, boys.

[interposing voices]

Where's Ali?

I'm going to make him suffer.

[interposing voices]

- Hey, Jag. - Yeah?

What's all this about a talent contest?

Who knows?

Come on.

Let's get this stuff in. .

Come on, pronto, pronto.

I knew you might be disappointed, so I arranged

a little something, But just to show my good faith

in your boys, huh?

What is it, man?

It's a booking for a studio.

24 track, an engineer-- the works for a day.

You make a demo for the record companies, amigos.

Comprende?

Jagdeep, you've restored our faith in human nature.

Let's get in there, man.

[music playing]

[band playing]

[singing]

Bloody hell.

[singing]

Where's the bar?

Right.

[singing]

[cheering]

Yeah, he was with them, wasn't he?

Cut out your tongue, mate.

Uh, can I get back to you on that one, boys?

Where the Ayubs' gone?

They're backstage.

Shall I show you?

When are they coming up?

After the bhangra group.

Would you like a program?

They're 50p.

Hey, boys, those antisocial redneck fans of yours

are in the bar.

[band playing]

[singing]

I can't see the Tappers anywhere.

Yeah, they're probably hiding out, ready to pounce.

No worries, amigos.

I'm sure they'll listen to reason.

Jag.

Can you get his whole crew away with that thing?

[laughing].

[gun clicks]

[singing]

[cheering]

[feedback]

All right.

Awaara there.

MAN: Get on with it, you boring fuck!

Yeah, well I can see you all seem to enjoy yourselves.

Now, ladies and gentlemen, please

welcome the Honky Tonk Cowboys.

Yeah.

[feedback]

Howdy, me and my brothers are going to play you some country.

Oh, bring back the bhangra.

MAN: Bring back the bhangra!

MAN: Come on.

[band playing]

Bring back bhangra.

Bring back Awaara.

(SINGING) I was born and raised here.

This town's my town.

Everybody knows my name.

But ever since the glass plant closed down, things 'round here

ain't ever been the same.

Well, I got me a good job all right,

some nights-- take you to another time.

Back when I was number 29.

I was pretty good then.

Don't you know?

Watch him go.

Buddy, I could really fly.

Everyone in town came hip flask [inaudible] any autumn

Friday night.

Sally yelled her heart out.

Push 'em back, way back.

I was [inaudible] She wasn't mine.

Back when I was number 29.

We were playing [inaudible].

MAN: Let's get the bastard!

[interposing voices]

[shouting]

MAN: [inaudible] the gun.

[barking]

I'm dangerous I'm telling you, I'm dangerous.

[gunshots]

Come on.

Let's get out of here.

[gunshots]

[screaming]

[barking]

[feedback]

This is going to be great publicity, boys.

Take it from me.

This is front-page material.

Hasta la vista.

[sirens]

Fascist pigs.

[punching]

[sirens]

Come here!

Come here.

We'll get those bastards.

[shouting]

[radio]

Boy, I love this town.

[music playing]

Look at this place, man.

Dad worked half his life here.

He came off the land and into this shit hole.

It killed him, man.

Zaf, don't talk about Daddy.

He always promised amma that he'd

get out, go back to his land, so they could grow old in piece.

He never got to grow old.

They made a big man small and stamped him down.

Fuck this place, man.

[music playing]

[inaudible]

[shouting]

[siren]

[cheering]

[MUSIC - STEVE EARLE, "I AIN'T EVER SATISFIED"]

[alarm]

[siren]

[inaudible].

ALL: (SINGING) Whoa, I ain't ever satisfied.

Whoa, I ain't ever satisfied.

[band playing]

(SINGING) I got an empty feeling deep inside.

I'm going over to the other side.

Last night I dreamed I made it to the promised land.

BAND: (SINGING) I ain't ever satisfied.

I was standing at the gate with the key in my hand.

BAND: I ain't ever satisfied.

Saint Peter said, boy, you're finally home.

BAND: I ain't ever satisfied.

I said, no thanks, Pete I'm going to be moving along.

BAND: I ain't ever satisfied.

That's right.

ALL: Whoa, I ain't ever satisfied.

Whoa, I ain't ever satisfied.

[siren]

It was fucking great, Zaf.

That was fucking brilliant.

[cheering]

[music playing]

All right, dudes, what say we do something

about this studio booking?

All those in favor, say yo.

Yo.

ALL: Yo!

[explosion]

MRS. AYUB: Zafir, quickly.

Come down, Zafir.

Zafir, your uncle is really a great person.

He has heard all about you from the family,

but he's still agreeing to give you a chance.

For what?

In my meat shop.

You run a butcher's.

We are in Shepherd's Bush Market.

Oh yeah, right.

Where's that?

Zafir, your uncle is giving you a job.

A job.

The market is only four miles down the road.

It is very famous.

Yeah, well, I don't get out of Southall much, see.

He seems like a big, strong boy. .

There's just one small problem, Uncle.

Yes?

I mean, with me, like, being a vegetarian.

I got this problem about murdered animals.

[laughing].

He thinks it is fashionable only to eat vegetables.

I give you my oath.

You will not be forced to taste my stock before you sell it.

Well, thanks for putting some faith in me, Uncle.

I'll do it.

You can start Monday.

[music playing]

Yes, sir?

I've come about a job

You?

Yeah.

Abed, Ayub's boy.

Oh, man-- the morgue.

You want to be a butcher.

Start on this one while I go over to the storehouse.

When I come back, I want to see everything done right.

Oh my god.

Well, what do you think, dude

Can I have some tripe, please?

Yeah, it's the third dish along.

That's a bit big-- about half of that, please.

Half, is it?

Yeah, about half, please.

Here, I'll take that.

Thanks.

Can I have two chicken legs, please.

[music playing]

You, uh-- don't you remember me?

Sorry?

The supermarket, Southall, and that talent show as well.

Hang on.

I thought you looked familiar.

You don't see too many Asians wearing cowboy hats.

Yeah, our community's got no sense of style.

Have you just started here?

Yeah, I'm not really a Pakistani butcher,

this is like a sideline on account of my mum.

That's 1.82, please.

Look, I'm sorry about my husband.

Well, maybe I shouldn't have butted in like that.

No, I'm-- I'm glad that you-- I have to go.

[music playing]

Oi.

You forgot these.

Thanks.

That's typical me.

Thank you.

No, wait.

Um--

The music you were playing that night-- I mean, people

must think it's really strange.

Yeah?

I mean, do you do it on purpose--

the way you dress and--

No.

Is it all to shock people?

No, no.

It's for myself.

It's like the way I see things.

My name's Zaf.

Hello, Zaf.

Howdy.

I'm Rifat.

Do you know any Nanci Griffith?

Of course I do.

She's one of Nashville's angels.

Yeah.

I listen to her stuff all the time.

You're kidding me.

No.

I do.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Do you believe that there are-- there are things in this

world that just don't add up.

I mean, somehow things can come together

like never before they could. - What do you mean?

The moment I first saw you, I just knew we had to meet.

I think I better go.

Look, I know-- I know I sound crazy.

I know you've got a great singing voice.

Sorry?

You've got to join the band.

You're perfect.

We'll have you up front, and in no time at all,

we're getting big contracts, so we

can all go down to Nashville.

We can cut our first LP together.

I never realized it was that straightforward.

It's nice of you to ask me.

I--

You've got to get away from that man, Rafit.

I mean, you must know that.

Maybe I do.

Maybe?

Life isn't that simple, is it, Zaf?

Look.

What?

I've got a fearless heart.

[MUSIC - STEVE EARLE, "FEARLESS HEART"]

Zaf.

Oi, [inaudible].

Come back here.

[inaudible]

[television]

[music playing]

Go easy on him all right?

[bell ringing]

[laughing]

I told him to take it easy.

You got to be gentle with these classic cars.

I'm going to give this straight to mom.

What are you doing?

Why can't you practice outside?

Use the street, man.

Streets ain't safe for us kids, are they Zaf?

Hey, guys, here's [inaudible].

Nice one, Az.

Now, listen, we're going to go outside and make [inaudible].

We've got some serious shit to talk about.

You ain't going to get heavy on us, man.

Yeah.

Can I go watch some TV then?

No, Kay, we're going to have a serious discussion

about our artistic direction.

What is that?

You mean because people think that we're all shit?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha We're never

going to get appreciated here.

This town is too small for us.

This whole fucking shit hole country's too small.

But listen, listen.

I think I found us a singer.

But you're our singer, man.

Kay, we're talking about the real enchilada here.

Yeah, well?

Who is he then?

Yeah.

He's a girl.

Woo. Far out, Zaf.

Rock and roll, man.

What kind of made up lies have you told her, eh?

I mean, she's going to be well pissed

off when she hears us play.

I mean, she probably expects Duran Duran, or something.

No way, Az.

This girl-- this girl is like an angel from above.

She's Asian, yeah?

Yeah.

She's from Southall.

And she listens to country.

She must have had some weird upbringing, man.

You better check she ain't on medication or nothing.

So can she sing?

Of course she can.

You've heard her voice then, yeah?

Uh, you're missing the point, dude.

This girl's got Nashville in the blood, Nashville in the soul.

You'll know it straight off when you see her.

You haven't had her voice, have you, Zaf?

Az, Az, we talked.

I've got an ear for these things, you know.

I don't know, man.

I don't know.

Trust me.

Trust me.

[phone ringing]

ALI: Mama, it's Uncle Liaqut on the phone.

[music playing]

[inaudible] I'll tell him.

Bye-bye.

I'm sorry, Mom.

I messed up again.

He'll make lots of cash for you, Mom.

You'll see.

How can I stay in this place with so much shame.

Aw, Ma--

Zafir, your uncle is a great-hearted person.

He's giving you a last chance.

I want no more shame on this family.

You're lucky I covered up for you yesterday, Zaf.

Thanks, man.

Anything else, sir?

A chicken [inaudible] too.

Maybe you don't need this job, but me, I've got bills to pay.

What can I do you for?

Pound of mince, please.

20 Upper Addison Gardens, and then you go to Terminal 4.

Didn't-- what are you doing?

Sorry?

What are you doing?

- When? - No.

Upstairs-- what are you doing? - Why?

Oh, listen to it Ask her a question,

it turns into a fucking parliamentary debate.

That's chicks for you.

Fuck you, Tony.

[laughing]

[music playing]

Oh yeah, sorry, what can I do for you?

The pound of mincemeat I asked for.

Hey, cowboy, you're gonna be shit again.

I'm used to it, man.

Listen, I got to talk to you.

I don't think you're a bad person for getting out

of a bum rap with your old man.

I think you did what you had to.

I couldn't take anymore, Zaf.

I know things are going to turn out right now.

They've been bad too long.

We've earned ourselves a break-- just one.

Listen, I've got to make a call.

Look, I believe in you in a big way.

And you're like a walking, talking dream to me.

Well, then careful you don't wake up.

Won't happen, babe.

No way.

Oh, and meet my brothers.

32 to base.

Yeah, come in, Ellroy.

ELLROY (ON RADIO): She's leaving the market with a weird bunch

of Pakistanis, boss.

Over.

Boss?

What do you mean, "weird?"

Over.

ELLROY (ON RADIO): One of them's got a cowboy hat on, boss.

Over.

Keep onto her.

Don't let her out of your sight.

Do not let her out of your sight.

Okie dokie, boss.

Hey, guys, long time, no see.

Wow, it can't be Jag.

That's right.

So bambino, let me get this straight.

You've gone and left your husband, right?

And you've got to find a place to live.

Yeah, that's right.

You want my advice?

I ought to turn around and take you straight

back home What do you think?

I think you should keep your eyes on the road.

There's no stopping me.

Now, bambino, you and me got a lot to discuss

about your artistic future.

Jag, she's going to be in the band.

Hey, Zaf, anything you say.

Only remember, as your manager, I've got all

your best interests at heart.

Sure, man. Sure.

I can dig that.

So Saturday make the tap and then send it out.

You've got to take it Wild West, Jag.

Hey, Zaf, they're a strictly major league label.

That's why we go straight to them.

They know country music.

They ain't going to pull a prejudice thing on account

of us being Pakistani.

They'll listen.

They'll listen To how we play.

Yeah, Zaf's right, Jag.

[inaudible]

[shouting]

- Jag, give us a lift? - Yeah, man.

Jump in, lads.

Disgraceful, the traffic jams you get around here.

Hey, boys, meet [inaudible].

They're my first cousins.

Hey.

You bastards.

[honking]

Home, sweet home, boys.

It's all right for you to stay with us until you get

yourself a place sorted out.

You sure?

What about Mom, Zaf?

You'll have to keep a low profile,

but you know, she works shifts, so it should be all right.

Maybe we can get some rehearsal in.

Hey, amigos, that's what I like to here.

Fucking hell, Jag, come on. We've got to move.

We've got to lie low. Come on.

I don't know you young people.

You're always on the go.

61 Allendale Avenue-- he's just dropped them off.

Over.

TONY(ON RADIO): OK, OK, Ellroy, get back here.

[music playing]

[inaudible].

Where will you sleep, Zaf?

I'll shack up with the dudes.

I'm sorry to have to put you all to so much trouble.

Will you stop?

You're not trouble.

You're the best thing that's ever happened to us.

[band playing]

Woo.

[non-english speech]

So how's life treating you, auntie?

Getting old.

I don't want to die in this country.

I know exactly how you feel, auntie.

My ambition is to die in Beverly Hills.

Listen, compadres.

We've got to skedaddle.

I've managed to arrange a very important gig

for you tonight-- your first outing

with the new bambino singer.

What's that mean, Jag?

This better not be some weird trip, man.

Hey, no way, Zaf.

This is kosher kebab.

You know I was having a quiet jar or 10-- ha ha-- at the Red

Line in Acton, when my good buddy, the manager,

starts moaning about how the Irish folk band he'd booked

got nabbed by anti-terrorist pigs.

I mean, I ask you.

So quick as a flash, I gave him the lowdown on you fellows.

I mean, would I let you down?

After all, I'm your manager.

Hey, he especially liked the detailed description

I provided of your new lead singer. [whistling]

How much is it paying, then, Jags?

Hey, Az, baby, money's not the issue here.

This will be exposure.

Yeah, an Irish pub in Acton.

Big deal, Jag, man.

No, no, Jag's right.

Maybe we could, like, bust up our stuff and shit.

One of us could even jump into the crowd and bite people.

Hey, hey, kiddo, that sounds great.

You know, the Irish appreciate displays

of youthful exuberance.

We better check with Rifat.

Why not?

Yeah.

Great stuff.

We got to pick up Gurd. Give him a call.

Will you, Az?

Yeah, man.

I'll go and tell Mom we got us a real gig.

She'll be well pleased.

[crying].

Look, one day, we're going to buy

you a big house in Pakistan, just

like Elvis Presley's Graceland.

I'm going to make you proud.

You could never make me proud this way, Zafir, not even

with a million pounds.

This is not our way of behaving.

God will be angry with you.

Everyone laughs at me that my sons are so bad.

I hate this country that has done this to my family.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom, I still got the job at the butcher's.

I hold it down.

I'll make sure I get good at it.

I promise you, you're going to go back home.

I swear it.

Hey, Zaf, was mom angry?

No, OK.

She was really pleased for us.

Great.

[chatter]

This is the band like I said, they're fresh here from Dublin,

speak nothing but Gaelic.

[band playing]

(SINGING) You can cuss the daylights out

of this pale winter moon.

You could ponder every reason why your true love was untrue.

You can cry your eyes out.

I've got a shoulder here for you.

But every day your broken heart is going to turn

a lighter shade of blue.

'Cause anyone can be somebody's fool.

Just look at me.

I once was a fool for you.

So you know it's true.

Anyone can be somebody's fool.

Our love was a magnet on the Jersey shore.

If you were looking for love, boys,

you could have found it in '44.

'Cause love wore a halo back before the war--

BAND: Before the war.

--when the men loved the women, and the women

knew what men were for.

She sold hotel.

It belongs to me.

I watch those sailors come and go like the waves in the sea.

From the poor chaps in the honeymoon suite,

I hear them fishing their lives away in the Florida keys.

Our love was a magnet on the Jersey shore.

If you were looking for love, boys,

you could have found it in '44.

'Cause love wore a halo back before the war--

ALL: Before the war.

--when the men loved the women, and the women

knew what men were for.

When the men loved the women, and the women

knew what men were for.

When the men loved the women, and the women

knew what men were for.

[cheering]

Yeah, thanks.

I'm on my way.

Look, I'm on my way.

I'm coming.

I hope you fellas don't mind, but I

got a hot dinner date waiting at an expensive

Western restaurant, huh?

So ciao.

Oh, fellas, you were fantastic, magnifico, yee-haw.

[gunshot]

[ricochet]

RIFAT: Shit.

[music playing]

Zaf, I loved it tonight.

Rif, Rif, you were better than great.

You were Nashville.

Thanks.

What's up, Zaf?

What would you say to me getting hitched up, Az?

What, do you mean like married?

Yeah.

To a woman?

Yeah, dude.

I don't know.

Is there anyone in particular?

Nah.

[music playing]

Yes, sir?

[glass breaking]

Give me back my wife, cowboy.

She ain't mine to give away.

She's my wife.

Let me tell you something, I love her.

And she ain't never coming back to you, all right?

[laughing].

You-- you love her.

She'll spit you out, cowboy.

[spitting]

[shouting]

[music playing]

Well, lover boy, you've really done it, huh?

I take off my hat to you.

[music playing]

[howling]

Mom?

Hey, Mom?

Hello, Mom I can explain everything, Mom.

I just went in your room to clean, Zafir.

Zafir, why didn't you tell your mommy?

I was going to, Mom.

How long have you been like this?

We can take you to a brain doctor. .

But you must swear on Koran that you

will never do these horrible, unnatural things again.

What things exactly?

You would not be happy as a girl.

We could never find you a husband.

Zafir, many people have strange ideas.

But Zafir, you must swear that you

will not have the operation.

I think you've got things slightly mixed up, Mom.

No, Zafir, it is you who is mixed up.

I will not allow you to become my daughter.

You think I've been wearing these.

What did I do, wrong?

First you become a cowboy and now this.

Listen, I've got something to show you.

Oh, my god.

Why didn't you keep your mouth shut, Zaf?

It's kind of complicated, man.

Zafir, what is this?

Not all my boys-- oh, please, God,

do not let them all be pansies.

ZAF: Calm down, will you.

They're perfectly normal.

Oh, speak for yourself, Zaf.

Get off the bed, dudes.

Come on.

OK, Rif.

You can stay in my room till you find a place of your own.

Thank you.

Mom.

I wish I hadn't caused all this.

Nah.

Nah.

[guitar playing]

Well, what'd she say?

Now there's a [inaudible].

You've got to be blue to be country.

You've got to cry to sing.

[guitar playing]

Looks like you got beat up pretty bad, Zaf.

Yeah, well, our troubles ain't over yet, dudes.

[guitar playing]

There's no job for you here, boy-- too much trouble.

I'm sorry, my boy.

That's OK.

You stuck your neck out for me.

Zafir?

Maybe we'll try again once your life is sorted out.

Yeah, could you--

I'll ring your mom.

Thanks.

He's wild, that boy.

I like him.

He's got guts.

You know what that means?

Sure, I do. [inaudible].

[chatter]

What's going down?

Heavy scene, man.

[television]

[crying].

I've lost everything.

Come on.

All right, but--

Hey, Zaf, take it easy, eh?

I'll see if my parents will let me back in the house.

Please don't walk on us, Rif.

I'll still be your singer.

I just don't want to cause any more hassles here.

I love you, Rifat.

I hadn't said that to anyone-- anyone.

Zaf, I want you to be a friend,

maybe even my best friend.

What about the other night?

I needed you.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

I knew it wasn't going to happen.

I just had to tell you, though.

Please understand.

You going to be great in country, Rif.

But you're a real heartbreaker, babe.

That's me all over, dude.

[music - "the river"]

(SINGING) You know the dream is like a river,

every-changing as it flows.

And a dream is just a vessel that must follow where it goes.

Trying to learn from what's behind you, never knowing

what's in store makes each day a constant battle just

to stay between the shores.

And I will sail my vessel till the river runs dry.

Like a bird upon the wind, these waters are my sky.

I'll never reach my destination if I never try,

so I will sail my vessel till the river runs dry.

Too many times we stand aside and let the water slip away,

till what we put off till tomorrow has now become today.

So don't you sit upon the shoreline

and say you're satisfied but choose to chance the rapids

and dare to dance the tides.

Yes, I will sail my vessel till the river runs dry.

Like a bird upon the wind, these waters are my sky.

I'll never reach my destination if I never try.

So I will sail my vessel till the river runs dry.

There's bound to be rough waters,

and I know I'll take some falls.

But with the good Lord as my captain,

I can make it through them all.

Yes, I will--

BAND: Sail my vessel till the river runs dry.

Like a bird upon the wind, these waters

are my sky I'll never reach my destination if I never try.

So I will sail my vessel--

This is gold.

Pure gold.

It's fat city, next stop for us, amigos.

First thing tomorrow, I get [inaudible] Wild West records.

Hey, hombres, they won't know what hit 'em.

Yee-haw.

RIFAT: (SINGING) Till the river runs-- till the river runs dry.

Well,boys, you've done a great job today.

Come on. Hurry up.

Pronto, pronto, pronto.

I'm in a hurry.

Come on.

Come on, boys.

Come on, hurry up.

Don't mess around.

Give me that video camera.

Come on, hurry up.

Hurry up.

I didn't know we were moving, man.

Me neither.

Where are we going?

[television]

What do you want to go to Pakistan for, though, Mom.

It is my home.

It's [inaudible] by now, Mom.

You won't be comfortable like you are here.

It's all repeats on the TV.

I mean, a lot of people think Sgt. Bilko

is the new military dictator on account

of him being on so often.

I will be with my own kind of people,

[inaudible] in my true country.

What about us?

I would like you to come with me.

But I know you will not.

You have no true country.

We did this to you.

Zaf.

Zaf, you've got to get downstairs quick.

Shit.

What's [inaudible] now?

Ugly Abdul.

Get me some kind of weapon.

What the fuck's he doing.

Stay calm, all right?

He's talking to Mom.

I smell a rat, dude.

Zaf.

[inaudible].

What's going on, Mom?

Your mother's just signing--

I wasn't asking you, handsome.

Be quiet, Zafir.

Mom, I really think you got to tell us what you're up to.

It's me who's done wrong, not Ali or Kay.

I have sold the house.

You what?

Subject to all the usual legal formalities

ZAF: To who?

Hm?

To me.

You've got a house, Abdul.

It's too damned big as it is.

Oh, this is just to rent out.

Listen, I'd heard your mother put it up for sale,

and I thought, well, I'd help her sell it quickly.

You're a snake and a [inaudible].

Quiet. Don't.

- Leave him. - All right.

All right.

Right.

Auntie has asked me to make this check out for you

three brothers to share, hm?

If you ask me, she's being very generous.

So this is it, Mom?

Yes.

Hey, with that money the three of you can buy a little hovel.

It's a bad area.

Zaf?

I'm all right, dude.

I just want to tell Kay,

Oh, what are you looking so hangdog about, boys?

All right, listen, if you want, maybe I'll consider

renting you out your rooms, eh?

[music playing]

Zafir, Ali, come to Pakistan with me.

We can get you good jobs in the army with your uncles there.

One day, you could be in the government.

[phone ringing]

Yeah.

[inaudible]

All right, Jag.

Yeah, I'm listening man.

JAG (ON TELEPHONE): You've got an appointment [inaudible].

Kidding me.

JAG (ON TELEPHONE): No, I'm not kidding.

Yeah, all right.

JAG (ON TELEPHONE): I'll pick you up in 10 minutes.

Tell Zaf.

Yeah, I'll tell him.

[music playing]

[camera shutter]

Now say T-Bones in Nashville, Tennessee.

ALL: T-Bones in Nashville, Tennessee.

That will be for the official biography.

Come on, now. Quick.

Come on. Let's get in.

Listen, boys, I am not for a moment

denigrating your skills as musicians.

Tell them, Yuhudi.

No, no, it's definitely not a music thing.

But what I'm talking about is product.

I'm talking marketing.

I'm talking saleability.

You see, the music is only the half of it, I'm afraid.

HANK: Maybe some fringe label.

Yeah, yeah, there's lots of weird leftist labels

out there now.

Maybe they would do you a deal,

perhaps on the novelty value.

Now, that's an angle-- novelty.

That's something you should look at.

But Wild West, boys, is mainstream.

So it's the way we look?

Yeah, looks can be a big thing.

I mean, look at Dolly Parton.

Look, the folks back home, they look at you,

they think, shit, Ravi Shankar.

This gives us problems, boys.

Back in the US, they see a picture of you,

they say, oh, boy, red Indians trying to play country.

Maybe down in Texas--

Big market Texas.

--down there, they say, hey, these hombres are Mexican.

They're trying to play our music.

Then they get all historical.

They say, remember the fucking Alamo.

So you see this is not a pitch we can play.

Your manager seems a little upset over there.

Sorry, amigo.

I was so keyed up over this.

I thought we'd finally hit deep pan pizza time.

Well, that's show biz.

But you and me, we got a lot to talk about.

Yuhudi, prepare a contract.

No, I'm with them.

Then you're on the down escalator, bubula.

Look, you I can really sell.

OK, so you got the dusky looks.

But there's an angle there, maybe.

And with a voice like yours--

Zaf, wait.

I think you got to listen to the man, Rif.

Amigo, I hope you realize this lady here is

one of my most valued clients.

Well then, let us talk turkey.

Yuhudi, show the boys out, will you?

No.

You have to take us together or forget it.

I think you should explain the career

implications of this touching loyalty to your client.

Can we have a few minutes?

We need to talk.

Sure, just don't strain your voice, doll-- that we need.

Man, I always thought we could duck the punches.

These people got no sense of imagination,

just let the rest of this whole damned, deadbeat country.

We're just brown faces to them.

Don't you duck out, Rif.

You can show 'em.

No, I can't do that Zaf.

This is the hardest thing I'm ever going to do, Rif.

But I've got to tell you to stay.

You know how I feel about you.

I just got to know that you'll be happy.

But what about the band?

There will be other deals, Zaf.

Not for us.

This is the end of the road for the Honky Tonks, songs Rif.

We've been knocked back too many times.

Let's face it, it was cut out to be a solo act.

We always knew she was going to do great, didn't we, men?

Hey, Rif, go for the big time.

Just remember to send us a postcard now and then, eh?

Your doing this for all of us, all us Southall kids.

Hey, amigos, it's all happening in there.

Come on.

Let's go.

Go, senorita.

[clapping]

[music playing]

Well, boys.

You still our manager, Jag?

Hey, get yourselves some punk outfits, huh?

Then I'll relaunch you.

So hombres, adios, huh?

Come on, Zaf.

The streets are going to move on us like vultures, man.

We better lie low, get guns and stuff.

No way, man.

We ain't finished yet.

Not yet, anyway.

Maybe the world has got it in for us.

Maybe we ought to take stock and be [inaudible].

But when do the Ayubs ever listen to good sense, eh?

[music playing]

I'd like five first class tickets to Nashville, please.

How are you paying?

Cash.

See you, boy.

KAY: Bye, Spooky.

AZ: See you in Nashville.

[singing]

This is bye-bye Ayub brothers.

[explosion]

[MUSIC - "GUITARS AND CADILLACS"]