Wild West (1992) - full transcript
A young Pakistani, living in England thinks that he is a cowboy and dreams of leading his country music band to success in Nashville. He meets a young woman who leaves her abusive husband and joins their group as a singer, but when they get a break with a record company, the company is only interested in her. Taking the proceeds of the sale of their family home, they finally set out to achieve their dream in Nashville. There are several comic sub-plots as well, the main one revolving around a biker gang out to get the family.
[music playing]
Oi, come on.
Rip out that chassis leg anddo it again, double quick.
It looks foreign to me, dude.
[tutting], this here is mybrother'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 porkin 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 limousinefor your personal mode
of transport.
- Help me.
Now, look at me.
Don't look away.
Listen, mister, why can'tyou 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 anotherfucking 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.
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 motorsare all out then, hey?
Well, maybe I better come inand take a shift [inaudible].
Sure thing, boys.
As long as you don't mindmaking 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 lasthope 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 boxershanging 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 inthat vehicle you sold them.
You get what you pay for
in this life, don't you?
So you're going to go outand 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 wedon't keep a shotgun handy.
I said before we should get one.
Yeah, yeah, well,
that's not usually
the best way to deal withcustomer complaints, is it, Az?
They only bought it
because they didn't know
how to go about stealing one.
They needed a getaway carfor a bank job or something.
[breaking glass] Fuck, Iknew 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 youmust be totally fucking crazy.
Why, man?
Because it would
fuck my credibility
as a used car dealer.
[shouting]
All my customers havehad 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 onyou to stay level-headed.
What's the plan?
Uh, I'm going to run away.Leave London.
Maybe make a break for somelittle 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 backwith the rest of the lad, hey?
You Trappers ain't gotno 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 thecouncil 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 forrubbish 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 burningturban 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 thestick 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 beeating T-bones in Nashville,
Tennessee.
I'd want to be like the firstrock 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 thewrong side of Ugly Abdul.
I reckon he's going tomake 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 shameyou 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 mybended 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 quieton that angle, please Jack.
I haven't explained
tonight's [inaudible]
to the rest of the boys.
I mean, they kind ofthink 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 messwith those antisocial rednecks.
Anyway, look in the
glove compartment.
Wow, man.
See?
I got the personal protectionside 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 thatbloody 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 bedisappointed, so I arranged
a little something, Butjust 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 therecord companies, amigos.
Comprende?
Jagdeep, you've restoredour 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 antisocialredneck fans of yours
are in the bar.
[band playing]
[singing]
I can't see the
Tappers anywhere.
Yeah, they're probablyhiding out, ready to pounce.
No worries, amigos.
I'm sure they'll
listen to reason.
Jag.
Can you get his wholecrew 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 youall seem to enjoy yourselves.
Now, ladies and
gentlemen, please
welcome the Honky Tonk Cowboys.
Yeah.
[feedback]
Howdy, me and my brothers aregoing 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 plantclosed 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 hipflask [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'mtelling 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 smalland 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 anempty feeling deep inside.
I'm going over to
the other side.
Last night I dreamed I madeit to the promised land.
BAND: [SINGING] I
ain't ever satisfied.
I was standing at the gatewith 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, PeteI'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 onlyfour miles down the road.
It is very famous.
Yeah, well, I don't getout 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 fashionableonly to eat vegetables.
I give you my oath.
You will not be forced to tastemy stock before you sell it.
Well, thanks for puttingsome 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 Igo over to the storehouse.
When I come back, I want tosee 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 manyAsians 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'thave 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 playingthat 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 thereare-- 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 itwas 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 gooutside 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 tohave a serious discussion
about our artistic direction.
What is that?
You mean because peoplethink 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 shithole country's too small.
But listen, listen.
I think I found us a singer.
But you're our singer, man.
Kay, we're talking aboutthe 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 uplies have you told her, eh?
I mean, she's going
to be well pissed
off when she hears us play.
I mean, she probably expectsDuran Duran, or something.
No way, Az.
This girl-- this girl islike 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'ton 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 theblood, 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 thisplace 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 coveredup 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 abad 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 leavingthe market with a weird bunch
of Pakistanis, boss.
Over.
Boss?
What do you mean, "weird?"
Over.
ELLROY [ON RADIO]: One of them'sgot 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 thetap and then send it out.
You've got to take
it Wild West, Jag.
Hey, Zaf, they're astrictly major league label.
That's why we go
straight to them.
They know country music.
They ain't going to pull aprejudice 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 trafficjams 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 tostay 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 putyou all to so much trouble.
Will you stop?
You're not trouble.
You're the best thingthat'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 quietjar or 10-- ha ha-- at the Red
Line in Acton, when my
good buddy, the manager,
starts moaning about how theIrish folk band he'd booked
got nabbed by
anti-terrorist pigs.
I mean, I ask you.
So quick as a flash, I gavehim 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 intothe 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 meproud 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 thathas 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 reasonwhy your true love was untrue.
You can cry your eyes out.
I've got a shoulder
here for you.
But every day your brokenheart 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 andgo like the waves in the sea.
From the poor chaps in
the honeymoon suite,
I hear them fishing theirlives 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 werefantastic, 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 tome 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 comingback 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 thingsslightly 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 tillyou 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 troublesain't over yet, dudes.
[guitar playing]
There's no job for youhere, 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 onceyour 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 willlet me back in the house.
Please don't walk on us, Rif.
I'll still be your singer.
I just don't want to causeany 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 vesselthat must follow where it goes.
Trying to learn from what'sbehind you, never knowing
what's in store makes eachday a constant battle just
to stay between the shores.
And I will sail my vesseltill the river runs dry.
Like a bird upon the wind,these waters are my sky.
I'll never reach mydestination if I never try,
so I will sail my vessel
till the river runs dry.
Too many times we stand asideand let the water slip away,
till what we put off tilltomorrow has now become today.
So don't you sit
upon the shoreline
and say you're satisfied butchoose to chance the rapids
and dare to dance the tides.
Yes, I will sail my vesseltill the river runs dry.
Like a bird upon the wind,these waters are my sky.
I'll never reach mydestination 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 reachmy 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 riverruns-- 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 toPakistan 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 gotto 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 yourmother put it up for sale,
and I thought, well, I'dhelp 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 tomake 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 threeof 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 lookingso hangdog about, boys?
All right, listen, if youwant, 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 thearmy 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 gotan appointment [inaudible].
Kidding me.
JAG [ON TELEPHONE]:
No, I'm not kidding.
Yeah, all right.
JAG [ON TELEPHONE]: I'llpick 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 onlythe half of it, I'm afraid.
HANK: Maybe some fringe label.
Yeah, yeah, there's lotsof 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 Indianstrying 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 yourealize 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 touchingloyalty to your client.
Can we have a few minutes?
We need to talk.
Sure, just don't strain yourvoice, doll-- that we need.
Man, I always thoughtwe could duck the punches.
These people got no
sense of imagination,
just let the rest of thiswhole 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 thingI'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 roadfor the Honky Tonks, songs Rif.
We've been knocked
back too many times.
Let's face it, it wascut out to be a solo act.
We always knew she was goingto do great, didn't we, men?
Hey, Rif, go for the big time.
Just remember to send usa postcard now and then, eh?
Your doing this for all ofus, 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 moveon 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 takestock and be [inaudible].
But when do the Ayubs everlisten to good sense, eh?
[music playing]
I'd like five first classtickets 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"]
Oi, come on.
Rip out that chassis leg anddo it again, double quick.
It looks foreign to me, dude.
[tutting], this here is mybrother'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 porkin 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 limousinefor your personal mode
of transport.
- Help me.
Now, look at me.
Don't look away.
Listen, mister, why can'tyou 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 anotherfucking 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.
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 motorsare all out then, hey?
Well, maybe I better come inand take a shift [inaudible].
Sure thing, boys.
As long as you don't mindmaking 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 lasthope 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 boxershanging 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 inthat vehicle you sold them.
You get what you pay for
in this life, don't you?
So you're going to go outand 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 wedon't keep a shotgun handy.
I said before we should get one.
Yeah, yeah, well,
that's not usually
the best way to deal withcustomer complaints, is it, Az?
They only bought it
because they didn't know
how to go about stealing one.
They needed a getaway carfor a bank job or something.
[breaking glass] Fuck, Iknew 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 youmust be totally fucking crazy.
Why, man?
Because it would
fuck my credibility
as a used car dealer.
[shouting]
All my customers havehad 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 onyou to stay level-headed.
What's the plan?
Uh, I'm going to run away.Leave London.
Maybe make a break for somelittle 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 backwith the rest of the lad, hey?
You Trappers ain't gotno 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 thecouncil 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 forrubbish 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 burningturban 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 thestick 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 beeating T-bones in Nashville,
Tennessee.
I'd want to be like the firstrock 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 thewrong side of Ugly Abdul.
I reckon he's going tomake 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 shameyou 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 mybended 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 quieton that angle, please Jack.
I haven't explained
tonight's [inaudible]
to the rest of the boys.
I mean, they kind ofthink 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 messwith those antisocial rednecks.
Anyway, look in the
glove compartment.
Wow, man.
See?
I got the personal protectionside 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 thatbloody 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 bedisappointed, so I arranged
a little something, Butjust 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 therecord companies, amigos.
Comprende?
Jagdeep, you've restoredour 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 antisocialredneck fans of yours
are in the bar.
[band playing]
[singing]
I can't see the
Tappers anywhere.
Yeah, they're probablyhiding out, ready to pounce.
No worries, amigos.
I'm sure they'll
listen to reason.
Jag.
Can you get his wholecrew 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 youall seem to enjoy yourselves.
Now, ladies and
gentlemen, please
welcome the Honky Tonk Cowboys.
Yeah.
[feedback]
Howdy, me and my brothers aregoing 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 plantclosed 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 hipflask [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'mtelling 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 smalland 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 anempty feeling deep inside.
I'm going over to
the other side.
Last night I dreamed I madeit to the promised land.
BAND: [SINGING] I
ain't ever satisfied.
I was standing at the gatewith 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, PeteI'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 onlyfour miles down the road.
It is very famous.
Yeah, well, I don't getout 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 fashionableonly to eat vegetables.
I give you my oath.
You will not be forced to tastemy stock before you sell it.
Well, thanks for puttingsome 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 Igo over to the storehouse.
When I come back, I want tosee 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 manyAsians 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'thave 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 playingthat 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 thereare-- 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 itwas 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 gooutside 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 tohave a serious discussion
about our artistic direction.
What is that?
You mean because peoplethink 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 shithole country's too small.
But listen, listen.
I think I found us a singer.
But you're our singer, man.
Kay, we're talking aboutthe 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 uplies have you told her, eh?
I mean, she's going
to be well pissed
off when she hears us play.
I mean, she probably expectsDuran Duran, or something.
No way, Az.
This girl-- this girl islike 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'ton 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 theblood, 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 thisplace 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 coveredup 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 abad 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 leavingthe market with a weird bunch
of Pakistanis, boss.
Over.
Boss?
What do you mean, "weird?"
Over.
ELLROY [ON RADIO]: One of them'sgot 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 thetap and then send it out.
You've got to take
it Wild West, Jag.
Hey, Zaf, they're astrictly major league label.
That's why we go
straight to them.
They know country music.
They ain't going to pull aprejudice 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 trafficjams 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 tostay 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 putyou all to so much trouble.
Will you stop?
You're not trouble.
You're the best thingthat'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 quietjar or 10-- ha ha-- at the Red
Line in Acton, when my
good buddy, the manager,
starts moaning about how theIrish folk band he'd booked
got nabbed by
anti-terrorist pigs.
I mean, I ask you.
So quick as a flash, I gavehim 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 intothe 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 meproud 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 thathas 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 reasonwhy your true love was untrue.
You can cry your eyes out.
I've got a shoulder
here for you.
But every day your brokenheart 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 andgo like the waves in the sea.
From the poor chaps in
the honeymoon suite,
I hear them fishing theirlives 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 werefantastic, 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 tome 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 comingback 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 thingsslightly 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 tillyou 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 troublesain't over yet, dudes.
[guitar playing]
There's no job for youhere, 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 onceyour 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 willlet me back in the house.
Please don't walk on us, Rif.
I'll still be your singer.
I just don't want to causeany 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 vesselthat must follow where it goes.
Trying to learn from what'sbehind you, never knowing
what's in store makes eachday a constant battle just
to stay between the shores.
And I will sail my vesseltill the river runs dry.
Like a bird upon the wind,these waters are my sky.
I'll never reach mydestination if I never try,
so I will sail my vessel
till the river runs dry.
Too many times we stand asideand let the water slip away,
till what we put off tilltomorrow has now become today.
So don't you sit
upon the shoreline
and say you're satisfied butchoose to chance the rapids
and dare to dance the tides.
Yes, I will sail my vesseltill the river runs dry.
Like a bird upon the wind,these waters are my sky.
I'll never reach mydestination 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 reachmy 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 riverruns-- 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 toPakistan 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 gotto 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 yourmother put it up for sale,
and I thought, well, I'dhelp 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 tomake 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 threeof 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 lookingso hangdog about, boys?
All right, listen, if youwant, 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 thearmy 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 gotan appointment [inaudible].
Kidding me.
JAG [ON TELEPHONE]:
No, I'm not kidding.
Yeah, all right.
JAG [ON TELEPHONE]: I'llpick 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 onlythe half of it, I'm afraid.
HANK: Maybe some fringe label.
Yeah, yeah, there's lotsof 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 Indianstrying 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 yourealize 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 touchingloyalty to your client.
Can we have a few minutes?
We need to talk.
Sure, just don't strain yourvoice, doll-- that we need.
Man, I always thoughtwe could duck the punches.
These people got no
sense of imagination,
just let the rest of thiswhole 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 thingI'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 roadfor the Honky Tonks, songs Rif.
We've been knocked
back too many times.
Let's face it, it wascut out to be a solo act.
We always knew she was goingto do great, didn't we, men?
Hey, Rif, go for the big time.
Just remember to send usa postcard now and then, eh?
Your doing this for all ofus, 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 moveon 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 takestock and be [inaudible].
But when do the Ayubs everlisten to good sense, eh?
[music playing]
I'd like five first classtickets 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"]