Pass, Mou Mou!
Referee!
Foul!
Bunch of thieves.
Hi, beautiful.
I've missed you.
Careful.
You're wasting your time.
My sister's way out of your league.
Then why does she keep looking at me?
Coca-Cola!
Because she's wondering
where that stink of fish market is coming from.
You're lucky she's here or I would hit you.
What's your name?
Mohamed Fayed.
How many bottles do you sell each day?
Fifty.
On a good day sixty.
We are the best salesmen in Alexandria.
Coca-Cola! Come closer!
What if
I buy you a thousand bottles.
We split the profits.
Seventy-thirty. In my favor.
Why don't you take the whole thing for free?
Ice-cold soda!
All right.
Fifty-fifty.
When I first saw you
I knew you were an intelligent man.
Who's that?
Some king from England.
We saw a king today.
The British king. Edward.
That's not the king.
It's the former king who gave up the throne for his American sharmoota,
Wallis Simpson.
She waved at Mohamed.
And did she cast a spell on you?
No.
Let me tell you about the British.
Since 1882, they have occupied us. Dominated us.
Made a mockery of our laws.
Trampled on our freedoms. Our dignity.
But I don't save my greatest contempt for them.
My greatest contempt
is for the Egyptians who look up to the British as gods.
Strong words
from a weak man.
A petty school inspector whose ambition
stretches no further than the end of his nose.
He curses the British.
But does he have the vision to match them?
I want to match them. I want to be like them.
Have power like them.
And if we look up to their kings and queens as gods,
it's because they are.
Truly, you are a gift from God.
I promise I will be the greatest of fathers.
Then together
we will survey the world we have conquered.
Together.
Father and son.
Together.
Always.
Your name will be
Emad El-Din Mohamed Abdel Mena'em Fayed.
But I'll call you…
Dodi.
Have you met my father before?
No.
I have not had the pleasure.
My son.
I'm happy to see you.
Me too, Dad.
This way please, gentlemen.
You had the opportunity to have him as an ally.
I'm sorry you chose not to take it.
Thank you.
Wait, Mr. Al Fayed.
Wait.
Who is that?!
Her name is Heini.
She's from Finland.
The most perfect creature I've ever seen.
And who is that?
That's Jacques Chirac.
Not the mayor.
Him!
Get him out of here.
I'm trying to rebuild the reputation of the Ritz,
not ruin it on opening night!
I don't want to see him in here again.
I did what you asked. He's gone.
It's a pity though, I liked him.
His name was Sydney Johnson.
It wasn't his name that bothered me.
He was an interesting guy.
Personal valet to Edward VIII.
The former King of England.
For thirty years.
It's the most famous department store in the world.
Owning it will give us access and power and legitimacy.
We would be at the heart of British society.
The royals themselves are customers.
Passports and citizenship of the United Kingdom
will surely follow.
How much?
Six hundred million pounds.
What right?
A right
to explore my own business ideas, not just yours!
You want me to stand on my own two feet and make you proud.
Then why, as soon as I try,
do you cut my legs off?!
The story's not about girls.
It's about a young Jewish man…
A Jew?
Couldn't you make a film about something else?
…who overcomes racial and establishment prejudice,
runs the 100-metres in the 1924 Olympics…
Really? That's a movie?
I like the sound of that.