I think I've found it.
What?
The perfect house.
Where?
How can it be perfect if it's so far from home?
Because Los Angeles is my home now.
How much?
Uh, it's less expensive than the last place I told you about.
But I have to put down a deposit today,
or I will lose it to Michael Douglas.
Who?
Come on, Baba. The actor.
He wants it too so we have to move fast.
It really is perfect.
For me?
This one's for me. She's special.
If I bring her to London next week,
would you have time to meet her?
Sure.
Will you…
send the plane?
Are you crazy? To Los Angeles?
That's fifty thousand just in gas.
Trust me.
So,
what do you think?
She's cute.
Yes, she is.
Isn't it enough just to fuck her?
What do you want me to say?
Maybe
how happy you are for me?
But I'm not happy for you or for me.
Do you know her family?
Of course.
They're good people.
But do they have money?
Are they our equals?
We have to be careful.
And this Maliba house?
Malibu, Maliba…
Ten million dollars.
Let me guess. She chose it?
Actually, we both chose it.
And I will pay you back every cent.
How?
With money I will earn. With movies I will make.
I'll win you another Oscar.
You'll see.
Don't make me laugh.
Recently, your company is a joke.
Flop after flop, all bankrolled by me.
I offer you other jobs. Directorships, serious things.
And each time, you let me down.
The one thing you have always had a talent for is women.
The one area where I think, "He might still hit the jackpot."
And you bring home a swimwear model,
expecting it to make me happy!
I think the point is she will make me happy.
Making your father happy should make you happy.
Bringing honor to the name "Fayed" should make you happy.
You are right…
‘Baby’.