Original subtitles

[ Voices Chanting Quietly ]

[ Chanting Continues ]

[ Chanting ] HIDEOUS, HIDEOUS, HIDEOUS KINKY. HIDEOUS, HIDEOUS KINKY.

[ Chanting Continues ]

[ Thinking ] IT'S BECAUSE I FLOODED THE BATHROOM, AND THE CEILING FELL IN,

AND THE CATS RAN OFF.

THAT'S WHEN SHE STARTED TALKING ABOUT MOROCCO AND THE SUFIS.

MUM SAYS, "A SUFI DOESN'T ASK WHO A SUFI IS."

SO WHAT THE HELL IS A SUFI ANYWAY ?

MUMMY !

[ Wailing, Ululating ] MUMMY !

LUCY.

MUM !

[ Woman ] LUCY !

[ Crowd Murmuring ]

MUMMY !

[ Murmuring, Ululating ]

♪♪ [ Rhythmic Music ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

MUMMY !

MUMMY !

- MUMMY ! - [ Gasps ]

[ Panting ]

LUCY.

MUM, IS IT CHRISTMAS YET ?

NO, DARLING. NOT TILL MORNING.

IS IT MORNING YET ?

OKAY, COME ON.

LUCY ?

[ Man Wailing Prayer ]

[ People Chattering ]

WHERE'S YOUR MUM ? WHERE'S YOUR MUMMY ? THERE SHE IS.

MUM ?

TOOTHBRUSH. [ Woman ] HI. HELLO, DARLING.

HELLO.

MERRY CHRISTMAS !

NO, DARLING-- NOT IN MOROCCO, IT ISN'T.

EVERY WEEK, A NEW SET OF MEN. HAVE YOU NOTICED ?

PROSTITUTES.

DO YOU THINK SO ? WHERE DID YOU LEARN THAT ?

BUGGER, BASTARD AND BUM ! HEY !

BUGGER, BASTARD AND BUM !

♪♪ [ Festive Arabic ]

[ Speaking Arabic ]

IT'S ARRIVED.

[ Girls Cheering ]

WHAT'S THIS ?

PAPER HATS. HOW USEFUL.

ONE FOR YOU. THERE WE GO.

AND ONE FOR YOU.

KING'S ROAD. [ Chuckles ]

"MADE IN MOROCCO."

ANOTHER JOKE.

ITALIAN TRUFFLES. UGH !

HOW GROSS.

AT LEAST THEY'RE EDIBLE.

TWO TICKETS TO THE ROYAL ALBERT HALL ON JANUARY 1.

[ Girl ] JANUARY 1 ? MUM ?

- WHAT DO YOU THINK ? - TOO BIG.

MUM, IT'S THE WRONG PARCEL.

NO, IT'S ADDRESSED. IT'S DEFINITELY FOR US.

IT'S FOR BLOODY MANDY, ISN'T IT ? AND THAT BOY.

MUM, WHERE'S OUR PRESENT ?

KENSINGTON, I EXPECT, IF THEIRS ARE HERE.

"MY DARLINGS MANDY AND LIONEL--"

[ Sobs ]

"DARLINGS" ! "LIONEL" !

OH, YOUR BLOODY FATHER !

- MERRY CHRISTMAS, MUM. - MERRY CHRISTMAS, MUM.

THANK YOU.

[ Shouting ]

[ Squeals, Giggles ]

WHAT'S THE POINT, MUM ?

EVERYONE HAS TO WORK, BEA. BUT NOBODY WANTS DOLLS.

[ Sighs ]

MUM, WHEN CAN WE HAVE RICE PUDDING AGAIN ?

AS SOON AS THE CHECK COMES FROM YOUR FATHER.

SURE, FATHER CHRISTMAS.

DON'T WE WANT TO GO HOME, MUM ? LONDON'S COLD.

COLD AND SAD.

NO CAMEL. NO ABDUL THE JELLYBEAN.

NO SCORPIONS. SO DON'T WE WANT TO GO HOME THEN ?

NO, LUCY, NOT YET. NOT BY A LONG WAY.

EAT UP ALL YOUR TRUFFLE PASTE, DARLING. IT TASTES LIKE MUD.

[ Laughs ] IT'S A DELICACY, ACTUALLY.

BEA, WHEN YOU GROW UP, WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE A SHEPHERD ?

NO, I DON'T THINK SO.

WHAT THEN ?

I'D LIKE TO BE NORMAL.

GO ON. ONCE UPON A TIME--

ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A BIG HOUSE ALL ALONE IN A DESERT.

IT HAD 100 ROOMS.

THEY WERE ALL EMPTY. NO ONE HAD LIVED THERE--

NOT FOR LIFETIMES AND LIFETIMES.

BUT IN THE LAST ROOM IN THE HOUSE, WHERE IT WAS ALL DARK...

LIVED A SPOOKY CARPET.

YEARS AND YEARS PASSED,

AND THE CARPET LIVED ON THE FLOOR, BUT IT WAS LONELY AND GRUMPY...

AND NO ONE CAME--

ONLY ANTS AND A FEW BIRDS...

AND SCORPIONS LIVED UNDER IT.

AND THEN ?

- THEN ? - THEN ONE DAY--

[ Shouting In Arabic ]

[ Speaking Arabic ]

DOLLS. INTERESTED ?

NOT INTERESTED ?

DOLLS ! MUM, LOOK !

WHAT DO YOU SEE ? WHAT ? LOOK.

THIS IS MY MUM.

HELLO. BILAL.

- BILAL AL HAMAL. - JULIA.

[ Speaking Arabic ]

- I'M SORRY, I'M STILL LEARNING. - IS THIS YOUR DAUGHTER ?

YES.

THANK YOU.

BILAL AL HAMAL AL HAMAL, BILAL.

ARE YOU ON HOLIDAY ? BILAL AL HAMAL, AL HAMAL, BILAL.

NO. WE LIVE HERE.

[ Man ] ♪ DAYDREAMIN'

♪ THINKIN' ABOUT THINGS

♪ THINGS, OH ♪

HEY !

KIDS' FATHER'S A POET, RIGHT ?

IN LONDON. THAT'S COOL. THIS IS FRANK.

FROM FRANKFURT. HI.

HI.

FRANK BROUGHT 300 TRIPS FROM FRANKFURT, DIDN'T HE ?

RIGHT THERE, IN HIS BACKPACK.

TOOK 'EM TO DIABET. LAID THEM ON THE ENTIRE VILLAGE.

HIPPIES, FREAKS...

MOROCCANS, MAN, WOMAN AND CHILD.

LSD PURE, 300 TABS.

MAN, WOMAN--

JULIA ! EVA, HI. EVA'S HERE.

[ Julia ] JUMP UP. HEY, EVA.

[ Julia ] PUT YOUR CRAYONS IN MY BAG. [ Bea ] EVA !

HOW ARE YOU ? FINE.

SEE YOU THERE, LADY.

[ Eva ] THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS...

WHEN YOU COME TO MOROCCO FOR A GOOD TIME--

YOU GET MARRIED AND JOIN THE SUFIS.

[ Julia ] OH, THIS IS WONDERFUL.

THIS IS WHAT YOU WERE ASKING ABOUT.

THE GREATEST LIVING SUFI.

SHEIKH BEN JALIL.

[ Sighs ]

DID HE GIVE IT TO YOU ?

YES. SORT OF.

[ Julia ] HE MUST HAVE TINY FEET.

[ Eva ] THE MOST ELEGANT OF OLD MEN.

NOT ONLY A GREAT TEACHER, BUT A TRUE SAINT.

IN A SCHOOL ? YES.

THE SCHOOL OF THE ANNIHILATION OF THE EGO.

TO FIND THE GOD WITHIN ME.

WILL YOU SHOW ME WHAT HE TAUGHT YOU ? I'D REALLY LOVE TO KNOW.

THAT WOULD ONLY BE BAD IMPERSONATION. YOU'LL HAVE TO GO YOURSELF.

IN FACT, JULIA, I THINK YOU MUST.

ARE WE GOING TO ALGERIA, MUM, TO SEE THE SUFI ?

I'D LOVE TO. WOULDN'T YOU ?

WE'LL HAVE TO MAKE SOME MONEY FIRST.

MAKE MONEY ? OH, THAT'S ALL RIGHT THEN.

♪♪ [ Guitar ]

[ Singing In Arabic ]

BUT WHAT DOES ALL OF THAT MEAN, THOUGH ?

IT MEANS, LIKE...

I'M ALL RIGHT, I'M FINE, I'M OKAY. I'M ALL RIGHT.

THE ROAD IS DARK. HIDDEN DANGER.

LOSS MAKES YOU CARELESS, A WANDERER.

A HANGED MAN-- THE WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN.

A SACRIFICE.

A SACRIFICE ?

[ Explosions ]

[ Men Shouting ]

[ Man Shouting ]

[ Explosions Continue ]

BEA ? LUCY ?

[ Together ] MUM ? [ Bilal ] WELCOME TO MY HOUSE.

THESE ARE MY BROTHERS. ALL 40 OF THEM.

♪♪ [ Boogie Beat ]

[ Laughing ]

♪ WELL, I'M SO TIRED OF CRYIN' BUT I'M OUT ON THE ROAD AGAIN ♪

♪ I'M ON THE ROAD AGAIN

♪ WELL, I'M SO TIRED OF CRYIN' BUT I'M OUT ON THE ROAD AGAIN ♪

♪ I'M ON THE ROAD AGAIN

♪♪ [ Continues ] HIDEOUS KINKY !

HIDEOUS KINKY.

♪ IN THE RAIN AND SNOW

♪ YOU KNOW THE FIRST TIME I TRAVELED OUT IN THE RAIN AND SNOW ♪♪

♪ [ Continues ] ARE YOU PLEASED TO SEE ME ?

HELLO, DARLING.

WHERE DID YOU SPRING FROM ?

[ Gasps ]

THEY WORK YOU LIKE ANIMALS.

THIS IS NOT ENGLAND, JULIA.

SIT.

THEIR FATHER, HE IS A BAD MAN ?

NO, NOT BAD.

JUST KIND OF FORGETFUL. SO HE IS A HIPPIE ?

[ Laughs ]

NOT EXACTLY.

HE'S A WRITER AND A POET. A GOOD ONE, IN FACT.

- HE'S QUITE FAMOUS. - BUT YOU LEFT HIM.

RATHER THAN SHARE HIM. YES, I DID.

HE HAS OTHER WIVES ?

NOT WIVES, EXACTLY.

I NEED THINGS FOR MYSELF, BILAL,

AND I NEED THINGS FOR THEM, YOU KNOW.

THINGS ?

THINGS.

LIKE A DIFFERENT LIFE. SOMETHING DIFFERENT FROM BEFORE.

LUCY'S MADE UP A SONG FOR YOU. DO YOU WANT TO HEAR IT ?

MAYBE TOMORROW. MAYBE FOR MONEY.

OH, GOOD, VERY GOOD.

BUT THAT IS NOT HOW TO MAKE MONEY.

THIS IS HOW TO MAKE MONEY.

[ Girls Shouting ]

[ Shouting, Laughing ]

LOOK WHAT WE CAN DO.

♪ LITTLE DARLIN'

♪ IT'S BEEN A LONG LONG LONELY WINTER ♪

LOOK WHAT SHE CAN DO. ♪ LITTLE DARLIN'

- ♪ [ Continues ] - TELL US WHO CAN DO THE BEST SOMERSAULT.

MIND OUT THE WAY, BEA. ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.

♪ HERE COMES THE SUN

♪ HERE COMES THE SUN

WATCH ME, BILAL.

♪ IT'S ALL RIGHT ♪

[ Bilal Laughing ]

- YES, BUT-- - ANYONE CAN DO THAT.

STOP !

- YOU READY ? - YEAH.

[ Girls Laughing ]

OKAY, I KNOW I NEED TO WORK ON IT A LITTLE BIT.

YEAH.

BILAL. WHAT ?

IF YOU SAID SOMETHING, WOULD IT ALWAYS BE THE TRUTH ?

WHAT ? YES, ALWAYS.

IF YOU PROMISED TO DO SOMETHING, WOULD YOU ALWAYS DO IT ?

OF COURSE.

BILAL,

[ Whispering ] ARE YOU MY DADDY NOW ?

[ Lucy ] BILAL IS GOING TO SING US A SONG.

AM I ? WE HAVE TO DO IT THE ENGLISH WAY.

ACTUALLY, YOU HAVE TO GO INTO THE WARDROBE.

GO INTO THE WARDROBE. YOU CAN'T STOP SINGING TILL WE TELL YOU.

YEAH, GO ON !

PLEASE ! GO ON.

IT'LL BE SO NICE. JUST SING A SONG. OKAY.

I LOVE SONGS.

OKAY. GO ON. THANK YOU, BILAL.

OKAY, YOU CAN START NOW.

♪♪ [ Bilal Singing In Arabic ]

QUICKLY. CAREFUL.

[ Giggling ] SHH ! SHH !

♪♪ [ Continues ]

♪♪ [ Continues ]

♪♪ [ Rhythmic Percussion, Singing ]

LOOK.

[ Moaning ]

[ Moaning ]

[ Moaning ]

MUM ! MUM !

BEA--

YOU HAVEN'T BEEN MAKING LUCY PROMISE THINGS AGAIN, HAVE YOU ?

LIKE ?

LIKE PROMISING NOT TO SPEAK TO HER MUMMY.

YOU KNOW...

IT'S QUITE COMMON FOR DAUGHTERS TO BE EMBARRASSED BY THEIR MUMMIES.

I MEAN, I REMEMBER MINE.

SHE USED TO PUT ON LIPSTICK ON THE TOP FLOOR OF THE BUS.

MUM, BEA HAS TO SAY SOMETHING.

- I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL. - YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING.

- NO, I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL. - WELL, YOU CAN THEN.

NO, I CAN'T. I NEED A SATCHEL, WHICH I DON'T HAVE.

I NEED A WHITE SHIRT, WHICH I DON'T HAVE.

I NEED A WHITE SKIRT, WHICH I DON'T HAVE.

SO, YOU SEE, I CAN'T.

WE CAN GO TO THE BANK TOMORROW, AND IF THE CHECK'S COME FROM YOUR FATHER--

- WHAT IF IT HASN'T ? - THEN WE'LL GO THE NEXT DAY.

- AND WHAT IF IT STILL HASN'T ? - WE'LL THINK OF SOMETHING.

- IT WON'T ARRIVE. - NO--

IT WON'T ! BECAUSE HE'S FORGOTTEN ABOUT US, HASN'T HE ?

♪ YEAH SAID IT'S ALL RIGHT ♪

LUCY. MUM !

WE'VE GOT A JOB FOR A BERBER POET. I'M A TRANSLATOR.

OH, YEA ! WE'RE GONNA MAKE MONEY !

♪ AS YOU'LL DO JUST WHAT ♪

♪ YOU CHOOSE TO DO

- OH, THIS WORD'S IN BERBER, I THINK. - UH-HUH.

NO. NO, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.

NOT IN ENGLISH. NOT EVEN IN FRENCH.

GO ON. TRY.

OKAY, IT'S LIKE...

A RIVER, A GREAT RIVER.

NO, IT'S LIKE A BOAT. HUH ?

TWO BOATS. TWO HOMELESS BOATS.

TWO HOMELESS BOATS ?

TWO HOMELESS BOATS.

[ Both Laughing ]

♪ IN LOVE WITH ALMOST EVERYONE ♪

♪ I THINK THAT PEOPLE ARE

OH, NO, THIS ONE'S STILL GOT BITS IN IT.

GIVE IT BACK.

♪ AND I WILL BE ALONE AGAIN TONIGHT WITH YOU ♪♪ BEA !

HI, LUCY. HI, BEA.

SO, HOW WAS YOUR FIRST DAY AT SCHOOL ?

WELL, A LITTLE GIRL WET HERSELF. AND ?

THE TEACHER TOOK HER TO THE FRONT OF THE CLASS...

AND BEAT HER WITH A CANE...

UNTIL SHE STOPPED CRYING...

AND THEN SHE BEAT HER SOME MORE, AND THEN THE CANE BROKE.

MY GOD. YOU CAN'T GO BACK THERE. WHY NOT ?

OF COURSE I CAN.

ONLY JOKING.

[ Julia ] "AN ARAB PEASANT LOOKS AT THE MOON.

"DO YOU KNOW ME ? SURELY NOT.

"THEN HOW HAVE I OFFENDED YOU THAT YOU'D GO A MILLION MILES...

"JUST TO PLANT YOUR FLAG ON MY DREAMS ?

"LISTEN, AMERICA. I, THE POET, BEN ABDUL JALIL NOR EDEEN...

"MAKE THIS PETITION.

"I KNOW I DON'T HAVE MUCH SAY IN THE MATTER...

"BUT JUST A WORD, AMERICA, FROM ONE MAN TO ANOTHER.

"HOW I READ MY SOUL BY THE LIGHT OF HER FACE...

"THAT SHE'S NOT WHAT SHE USED TO BE OR WILL NEVER AGAIN SO BRIGHTLY SHINE...

"OR RISE, SINGING THAT WAY THROUGH THE DARK MORNING...

"BRUSHING THE STARS FROM HER HAIR.

"SO YOU SPARED NO EXPENSE, SEDUCER.

"BUT FOR BOTH OUR SAKES, MY ENEMIES, SEND HER BACK TO ME...

"AND THIS I PLEAD, IN THE NAME OF MY SOUL, IN THE NAME OF MY PEOPLE.

"OUR REVOLUTION...

IN THE NAME OF THE MOON."

AND BEN ABDUL JALIL WANTS TO THANK YOU...

AND MAY HE HAVE THE TYPEWRITER BACK.

OF COURSE. BUT I'VE ONLY DONE TEN POEMS.

YES, TEN POEMS.

HE SAYS, A LIFE CANNOT WISH FOR MORE.

MUM, WHAT DOES IT MEAN, ONLY TEN POEMS ?

I'M AFRAID, LUCY, IT MEANS WE'RE OUT OF WORK.

THE BANK IS CLOSED.

PLEASE, WILL YOU LOOK AGAIN ? THERE MUST HAVE BEEN A MISTAKE.

THERE IS NO MONEY HERE FOR YOU.

TOMORROW, INSCHALLAH.

♪ WORLDS

♪ THEY RISE AND FALL

MERCI. MERCI.

AU REVOIR. BON JOUR.

[ Woman Shouting ]

[ Speaking Arabic ]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

DON'T! PLEASE, DON'T DO THAT. STOP IT!

♪ ON HER BREAST

♪ BUT FOR THIS [ Women Laughing ]

[ Julia ] HEY ! THAT'S MY TOWEL !

FUCK.

♪ AND SOMETIMES ♪

♪ [ Continues ]

[ Shouting ]

JULIA.

WHAT IS WRONG ?

JULIA.

NOTHING.

WE HAVE NO MONEY. NO MONEY ?

ABSOLUTELY NONE. NOT EVEN FOR THE RENT.

HOW CAN YOU HAVE NO MONEY ? MEANING ?

I MEAN, YOU ARE ENGLISH.

DO YOU THINK I SELL DOLLS FOR FUN ?

NO, BUT IT'S JUST MONEY FOR THE POCKET. JULIA ?

MANY ENGLISH DON'T HAVE MONEY, YOU KNOW.

MOST OF THEM, IN FACT.

JUST BECAUSE I'M ENGLISH DOESN'T MEAN-- NO PROBLEM. NO PROBLEM.

SO WHAT'S THE PROBLEM ?

WHAT ?

I LEFT MY JOB.

THERE ARE TWO WOMEN.

NO, THREE WOMEN. AND A JOURNEY.

A JOURNEY ? THAT'S VERY ORIGINAL.

AND SOMETHING'S BAD.

WHAT KIND OF BAD ?

TEN AMERICAN DOLLARS.

GET LOST.

YOU MUST HELP ME TO TELL YOU. IT IS MOST IMPORTANT.

SO MAYBE YOU SHOULD TELL IT TO THE POLICE.

OH, NO, NO, NO. NO, NO, NO.

DON'T. NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY BE THAT BAD.

PLEASE ?

- WELL ? - YOU WILL NEVER HAVE A HUSBAND.

THAT BAD, HUH ? NO HUSBAND.

I'M SORRY, BUT IT'S BEST YOU KNOW SUCH THINGS.

YOU COMPLETE LOSER !

HAVE YOU SEEN MY PINK TROUSERS ?

BILAL WASN'T WEARING THEM THIS MORNING, WAS HE ?

[ Bea ] I DON'T THINK SO. THAT'S STRANGE.

[ Laughter ]

HOW COULD THEY DO THAT ?

AND WE HAVE NOTHING.

- NOTHING ! - [ Lucy ] STOP HER, BEA !

[ Both ] NO, MUM !

STOP, MUM ! PLEASE, STOP! DON'T ! I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO.

I'M NOT GOING TO DO ANYTHING.

MUM, STOP ! MUM !

STOP ! DON'T ! COME OUT !

DON'T DO IT !

- IT DOESN'T MATTER. ABOUT THE TROUSERS. - COME ON, COME OUT !

[ All Shouting ]

GIVE THOSE PANTS TO ME. GET THEM OFF.

- RIGHT. - [ Yells ]

SORRY.

[ Women Shouting ]

RIGHT !

SHIT.

- BEA, WHAT DID YOU LEARN TODAY ? - ALEPH, SBA, THA.

AND THE FIVE PILLARS OF ISLAM ?

PRAYER, STUDY, PILGRIMAGE, FASTING AND CHARITY.

GOOD. VERY GOOD.

YOU REALLY ARE THE LITTLE ARAB GIRL.

WOULDN'T THE SCHOOLGIRL LIKE A VACANCY ?

BILAL MEANS HOLIDAY.

BUT WHY ? I'LL FALL BEHIND.

I'VE JUST STARTED. YES, BUT JUST FOR A WHILE.

UNTIL THINGS GET BETTER. [ Julia ] WILL YOU THINK ABOUT IT ?

IN BILAL'S VILLAGE.

I'LL THINK ABOUT IT.

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

LOOK, IT'S FOR YOU. THANK YOU, BILAL.

[ Women Ululating ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Singing ]

THESE ARE MY PEOPLE.

BILAL, IS SOMETHING WRONG ?

NO. EVERYTHING IS FINE.

[ Speaking Arabic ]

SHE'S SO SMALL.

HOW OLD DO YOU THINK HE IS ?

HE'S BEAUTIFUL.

OKAY, NOW YOU ARE THE LITTLE ENGLISH BOY.

[ Men Chattering ]

THEY SAY, WHEN YOU GROW UP, YOU WILL BE A GOOD MAN. HE CAN SEE THAT.

HOW MANY WIVES IN YOUR COUNTRY ?

THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS.

[ All Laughing ]

HE SAYS WIVES TAKE MONEY, PLENTY OF IT.

AND TROUBLE. EVERY WIFE ADDS TROUBLE TO TROUBLE.

TO ADD THIS SUM WOULD NEED THE POWER OF A GREAT MATHEMATICIAN.

BUT LIFE PASSES, AND YOUTH IS SPENT.

THAT'S WHY TO NEGLECT A WIFE IS A CRIME AGAINST GOD.

AND A MORTAL SIN.

I SUPPOSE I FEEL, SORT OF, VERY AT HOME.

ON THE SIDE OF THE HILL ? YES.

ON THE SIDE OF THE HILL.

TO FILL THE EYES, IT IS IMPORTANT.

FOR THE MEMORY. YES.

FOR WHEN WE GO.

WHAT ?

TOMORROW MORNING.

WHY ?

THIS IS YOUR VILLAGE, BILAL.

WE'VE JUST ARRIVED.

NO.

I DON'T HAVE A VILLAGE ANYWHERE.

NO MOTHER, NO FATHER.

THEN WHERE ARE YOU FROM ?

NOWHERE.

FROM NOWHERE !

[ Speaking Arabic ]

THE WORLD IS MADE OF SHAME.

YES.

- ENGLISH ? - YES.

- AND THIS IS YOUR HUSBAND ? - YES, SHE'S MY WIFE.

[ Policeman ] DON'T I KNOW YOUR FACE ?

- I DON'T THINK SO. - "I DON'T THINK SO." HMM.

THANK YOU.

[ Yelling ]

COME ON, JULIA !

WHOO ! MUM'S GOING TO BECOME A SUFI.

AND WHAT DO SUFIS DO ?

THEY LIVE IN A MOSQUE.

THEY PRAY ALL DAY, AND THEY NEVER GO OUT.

SHE CAN'T ANYMORE BECAUSE SHE'S MARRIED TO BILAL.

MUM'S MARRIED TO OUR DAD. YOU JUST DON'T REMEMBER, THAT'S ALL.

NO, BILAL TOLD ME SO ON THE BUS.

LIAR ! BEA ?

LIAR ! BEA !

HEY, JULIA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?

I COULD SWIM AND SWIM.

MAYBE I COULD REACH THE OTHER SIDE.

UNTIL YOU DROWN, YOU MEAN. FINE. IT DOESN'T SCARE ME ANYMORE.

THE ANNIHILATION OF THE EGO.

THE DEATH OF THE BODY.

HOW CAN YOU TALK LIKE THAT ?

HOW CAN YOU PEOPLE TALK LIKE THAT ?

HI, GIRLS.

[ Bilal ] IT IS FROM THE HOTEL.

- THE HOTEL ? - HAVE YOU BEEN THERE ?

YES. I HAD A JOB WITH HORSES.

CAN WE GO THERE FOR A RIDE ?

IT IS NOTHING. USELESS, PLASTIC.

- PLEASE ! - PLEASE !

NO !

OKAY ? I SAID NO.

IT IS A BAD PLACE !

THAT'S THE LAST OF IT.

GOD WILL PROVIDE.

I SUPPOSE SOMEONE HAS TO.

MUM, WHERE'S BILAL ?

HE'S GONE TO FIND FOOD.

WE'LL HAVE SOME LUNCH WHEN HE GETS BACK FROM THE HOTEL.

IF HE COMES BACK.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN, DARLING ?

WELL, HE'S GONE A BIT POTTY, HASN'T HE ?

[ Lucy ] MUM, WILL WE STILL HAVE A GARDEN ?

HMM. AND MASHED POTATOES EVERY NIGHT ?

AND WILL YOU STILL WANT TO HAVE TWO LITTLE GIRLS ?

WHAT ? WHEN ?

WHEN YOU BECOME A SUFI.

[ Laughs ] HELLO !

[ Julia ] BILAL. HEY, GIRLS !

SARDINES. FORTY-SIX TINS.

- IS THAT IT ? - AND TWO CIGARETTES.

[ Someone Retching ] [ Julia ] THAT'S IT. COME ON.

RUB YOUR TUMMY. RUB YOUR TUMMY.

YOU HAVE TO GO BACK ? TO MARRAKECH ? YES.

IT HURTS. I KNOW, I KNOW. IT'S ALL RIGHT.

COME ON. HAVE ANOTHER TRY.

OKAY, THIS MAN'S CALLED MOHAMMED...

AND HE WILL DRIVE YOU TO MARRAKECH.

ISN'T BILAL COMING ? AREN'T YOU COMING, BILAL ?

NO. THERE IS WORK IN AGADIR. COME ON, GIRLS.

AREN'T YOU COMING WITH US ? [ Bea ] COME ON, LUCY.

NO, THAT IS NO LONGER PART OF THE PLAN, LUCY.

LOOK AT THIS.

LEARN AND WORK. THAT'S THE ONLY SECRETS, OKAY ?

WE WILL MEET SOON, GOD WILLING. INSHALLAH.

YES, INSHALLAH. NOW, GO, GO !

GO, GO, !

WHAT DID HE SAY?

BILAL.

BYE, BILAL !

[ Lucy, Bea ] BUGGER, BASTARD AND BUM !

BUGGER, BASTARD AND BUM !

HEY, HEY. NOW WHAT SHALL I CALL YOU ?

THE ENGLISH GIRLS ? OR THE ARAB GIRLS ?

NO MATTER. SHALL WE HAVE TEA ?

JEAN LOUIS SANTONI. [ Both ] MUM !

I REMEMBER YOUR HUSBAND.

I KNEW HIM IN THE '60S. QUITE A DANDY.

DOES HE STILL WEAR THOSE GOLD WAISTCOATS ?

PROBABLY.

AND THOSE LITTLE, TIGHT, BLACK, ELEGANT SHOES ?

MUCH TOO SMALL FOR HIM, WITH POINTED TOES.

I'M SURE HE DOES. AND DESPICABLE RED SOCKS...

FULL OF OLD GOAT'S CHEESE. [ Giggling ]

DO YOU EVER SEE HIM ? LONDON IS SUCH A BIG PLACE.

FULL OF RAINCOATS AND PRAGMATISTS, OPTIMISTS.

BANK ACCOUNTS, WIVES. WHICH IS WHY YOU'RE HERE.

WHICH IS EXACTLY WHY I AM HERE.

- AND YOU ? - SOMETHING SIMILAR.

I HAVE A HOUSE NEARBY. YOU MUST COME AND VISIT.

OH, MUM, COULD WE ?

PLEASE, MUM. WE'LL SEE.

WE HAVE TO GO NOW.

HERE'S MY CARD. I HAVE MANY SPARE ROOMS.

[ Bea ] LOOK AT THAT ONE ! [ Lucy ] THEY'RE MAKING FUNNY NOISES.

COME ON.

MUM, ARE WE GOING TO WRITE TO BILAL ?

WE WILL, BUT HE'LL HAVE TO WRITE FIRST BECAUSE I DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS.

SO HE KNOWS WHERE WE ARE ?

NO.

BUT IF HE DOESN'T KNOW WHERE WE ARE, AND WE DON'T KNOW WHERE HE IS...

THEN WE WON'T BE ABLE TO WRITE EVEN IF WE WANTED TO, WOULD WE ?

PROBABLY DOESN'T WANT TO WRITE.

DON'T WE HAVE AN ADDRESS, MUM ? [ Sobbing ]

SORRY, MUM.

MUM, DON'T CRY.

[ Knocking At Door ]

[ Speaking French ]

[ Bea, Whispering ] IF SHE BEGS FOR MONEY, I'LL KILL HER.

I'LL KILL HER.

[ Julia ] HELLO.

AH, JULIA !

I'M AFRAID YOU MISSED QUITE AN AVERAGE PARTY.

COME. COME IN. THIS IS CHARLOTTE. HELLO.

AND THIS IS MONSIEUR BEN SAID. HELLO.

HI. DO EXCUSE THE MESS.

CAN I HELP ?

I'M NOT SURE IF THAT WOULD BE AN IMPROVEMENT.

ON THE CONTRARY. HOW SWEET.

I'M BEA.

[ Together ] JEAN LOUIS SANTONI ! JEAN LOUIS SANTONI !

JEAN LOUIS SANTONI ! JEAN LOUIS SANTONI !

JEAN LOUIS SANTONI ! [ Kissing Sound ]

JEAN LOUIS SANTONI.

[ High-Pitched Voice ] JEAN LOUIS SANTONI !

[ "Tired" Voice ] JEAN LOUIS SANTONI.

[ Gasps ] MY GOD.

WHY ARE YOU HIDING ?

WE'RE NOT ACTUALLY HIDING. WE'RE SORT OF EXPLORING.

HIDEOUS KINKY ! HIDEOUS KINKY !

BEA !

HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN IN MOROCCO ?

ABOUT A YEAR.

TELL ALL.

FATHER CHRISTMAS.

ALFRED HITCHCOCK. MUSSOLINI.

BILLY BUNTER ! NO, YOUR FATHER !

SHEIKH BEN JALIL. WHAT ?

THAT'S WHERE MUM'S GOING. ISN'T IT, MUM ?

THE SUFIS. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THEY EXPECT OF THESE SUFIS ?

KNOWLEDGE, I HOPE. SOME KIND OF GUIDANCE.

LET ME TELL YOU WHAT TO EXPECT.

TO START WITH, SOME SITTING AROUND ON CUSHIONS...

A GREAT DEAL OF ILLOGIC...

AND EVEN A GREATER DEAL MORE INCENSE...

DAYS OF FASTING, INTERMINABLE AMOUNTS OF PRAYER...

FOLLOWED BY A PERSONAL VISIT FROM GOD.

IT'S OUR COUNTRY'S TRAGEDY, YOU KNOW-- THIS ESCAPISM.

I'M NOT ESCAPING ANYTHING. I WANT TO UNDERSTAND THE TRUTH.

AND THE TRUTH, DO YOU THINK IT WILL JUST COME AND CURL UP ON YOUR LAP...

AND PURR LIKE A CAT ?

BE WARNED. THEY'RE QUITE, QUITE DANGEROUS TO THE MIND,

THESE ANCIENT FRAUDS.

THEY WOULDN'T BE PERMITTED IN EUROPE.

BUT IT'S EUROPE THAT'S BEEN CHEATED OF AN INNER WORLD.

THE WORLD IS SIMPLY THE WORLD, MADAM...

OF PRESENT DUTIES, OF PASSING PLEASURES.

WHAT'S SO GREAT ABOUT PASSING PLEASURES ?

WELL, THEY'RE CERTAINLY MORE AMUSING.

OH, SURE, WHICH IS FINE, YOU KNOW.

YOU KNOW, WHICH IS FINE FOR CHILDREN. LIKE CORN FLAKES.

[ Santoni ] JULIA, NEVER MIND ABOUT BEN SAID.

HE WORKS FOR THE TAX DEPARTMENT.

ACTUALLY, BEN SAID...

IS THE TAX DEPARTMENT.

[ Lucy ] MUM, IT STILL ITCHES.

LUCY, DON'T SCRATCH. SHOW.

I BOUGHT THIS IN THE MEDINA, BUT IT WON'T OPEN.

CHARLOTTE.

MAN'S WORK.

I COMMAND YOU TO OPEN THIS TIN.

GREAT. LOOK, CHARLOTTE.

IT'S BOOT POLISH. WRETCHED COUNTRY.

MY GOD.

YOU LOOK GROTESQUE.

BUGGER, BASTARD AND BUM !

[ Both ] BUGGER, BASTARD AND BUM !

YOU KNOW, THAT LANGUAGE IS GOING TO LAND THOSE CHILDREN IN TROUBLE.

CHILDREN NEED DISCIPLINE, JULIA. YOU THINK SO ?

I HAD THAT IN MY OWN CHILDHOOD. I CAN'T SAY IT DID ME THE SLIGHTEST GOOD.

I COULD PROBABLY SAY THE SAME, UNFORTUNATELY.

- ISN'T IT TIME YOU WENT HOME ? - TO A ONE-ROOM FLAT IN SOUTH LONDON ?

- IT'S SURELY BETTER THAN HERE. - OR HOME IN THE EVENING WITH THEM...

RIGID FROM CHILD-MINDERS AND TELEVISION ?

OR 14 WORKING HOURS A DAY AND NOTHING TO SHOW AT THE END ?

YES, BUT-- I'M SORRY, CHARLOTTE, BUT...

THESE ARE THINGS THAT YOU JUST DON'T KNOW ABOUT.

OF COURSE.

CHILDREN ARE A GIFT...

BUT THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO PUT THEM IN DANGER.

I BEG YOUR PARDON. I MEAN, JULIA...

THAT DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO JUST DRAG YOUR CHILDREN AROUND MOROCCO...

IN THE COMPANY OF ESCAPED CRIMINALS.

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ?

BEA ? BEA.

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN SAYING ?

SO WHY DID HE LIE ? HOW COME THE POLICEMAN KNEW HIS FACE ?

WHO'S FACE ? BILAL ?

SO WHAT ABOUT FATIMAH ? WHAT ABOUT HIS WIFE ?

WHAT WIFE ? WHY DID WE HAVE TO GO TO AGADIR ?

HOW COME WE HAD TO HIDE AT THE LAKE ? AND WHY DID WE LEAVE MARRAKECH ?

THAT WAS JUST A HOLIDAY.

- YEAH, ON THE RUN. - DOES THAT MEAN BILAL CAN'T STAY HERE ?

LUCY ! GOD FORBID.

♪♪ [ Italian Opera ]

[ Lucy ] THUMP, THUMP ! ITS FINGERS TRAVELED THE WORLD, STRANGLING ITS VICTIMS.

IT WAS THE BLACK HAND.

[ Lucy ] THE BLACK HAND LEFT ONE CLUE...

ON THE NECKS OF ITS VICTIMS--

A SOOTY PRINT OF ITS THUMB.

SHE RAN AROUND, BUT SHE COULDN'T ESCAPE.

NO ONE WAS WAITING AT HOME FOR HER.

ONLY THE HIDEOUS SCISSORS.

[ Bea Screaming ] [ Giggles ]

LUCY,

THE CHECK'S ARRIVED.

BEA, YOU HAVE TO TELL MUM. YOU DO.

THE MONEY'S COME, BUT NOT AS MUCH AS WE NEED...

SO WE'LL HAVE TO HITCHHIKE TO ALGIERS.

MUM, BEA HAS SOMETHING TO SAY.

I'VE BEEN TALKING TO CHARLOTTE.

SHE SAYS I CAN STAY HERE UNTIL YOU GET BACK.

IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT ?

IF YOU REALLY WANT TO GO.

WHAT DOES CHARLOTTE SAY ?

SHE SAYS THIS IS NO PLACE FOR LITTLE GIRLS TO RUN WILD IN.

I DON'T NEED ANOTHER ADVENTURE, MUM.

I HAVE TO GO TO SCHOOL. I HAVE TO LEARN THINGS.

I'LL STILL BE HERE WHEN YOU GET BACK.

FINE.

I NEVER THOUGHT SHE'D SAY THAT.

BEA-- YOU KNOW, LUCY, YOU DON'T HAVE TO GO EITHER,

NOT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO.

HIDEOUS.

KINKY.

[ Bea, Giggling ] WHERE ARE YOU ?

CHARLOTTE ?

WHERE ARE YOU ? YOU'RE IN HERE SOMEWHERE.

[ Laughing ] WHERE ARE-- CHARLOTTE ?

WARNED YOU. WHERE ARE YOU ?

I KNOW YOU'RE HERE SOMEWHERE.

♪ BUT NOW SILVER LEAVES ON MIRRORS ♪

♪ BRING DELIGHT I GOT YOU ! [ Giggling ]

I GOT YOU ! ♪ AND THE COLOR OF YOUR EYES ARE FIERY BRIGHT ♪

♪ WHILE DARKNESS I GOT YOU, I GOT YOU !

I GOT YOU ! ♪ BLINDS THE SKY WITH ALL ITS LIGHT ♪

♪ COME SEE WHERE YOUR EYES ♪

♪ CANNOT SEE

♪ AND CLOSE YOUR EYES CHILD ♪

♪ AND LOOK AT WHAT I'LL SHOW YOU ♪

♪ LET YOUR MIND GO REELING OUT ♪

♪ AND LET THE BREEZES BLOW YOU ♪

♪ AND MAYBE WHEN WE MEET [ Lucy ] BEA ?

♪ SUDDENLY I WILL KNOW YOU

♪♪ [ Continues ] SEE YOU SOON, BEA.

BYE, BEA.

BYE, DARLING.

[ Lucy ] SEE YOU SOON, BEA.

♪ THEN DON'T MIND ME

♪ 'CAUSE I AIN'T NOTHIN'

♪ BUT A DREAM

♪ AND YOU CAN FOLLOW

♪ AND YOU CAN FOLLOW ♪

ALGIERS ?

HENNING. HENNING.

HENNING ?

ALGIERS.

♪ ON THE FIRST PART OF THE JOURNEY ♪

♪ I WAS LOOKIN' AT ALL THE LIFE ♪

[ Laughs ] RUSH HOUR.

♪ THERE WERE PLANTS AND BIRDS AND ROCKS AND THINGS ♪

♪ THERE WAS SAND AND HILLS AND RAIN ♪

♪ THE FIRST THING I MET WAS A FLOWER THAT BUZZED ♪

♪ AND THE SKY HID NO CLOUDS ♪

♪ THE HEAT WAS HOT

♪ AND THE GROUND WAS DRY [ Horn Honks ]

♪ BUT THE AIR WAS FULL OF SOUND ♪

♪ I'VE BEEN THROUGH THE DESERT ON A HORSE WITH NO NAME ♪

♪ IT FELT GOOD TO BE OUT OF THE RAIN ♪

♪ IN THE DESERT YOU CAN REMEMBER YOUR NAME ♪

♪ 'CAUSE THERE AIN'T NO ONE FOR TO GIVE YOU NO PAIN ♪

♪ LA, LA LA, LA, LA, LA ♪

♪ LA, LA LA, LA, LA ♪

♪♪ [ Continues ]

HENNING ? HENNING.

ALGIERS.

MUM, THAT'S MY TURBAN.

IT'S JUST SO HE WON'T BE SO MAD, DARLING.

YOU'VE GOT YOUR BLUE ONE.

♪ BEGAN TO TURN RED

♪ AFTER THREE DAYS IN THE DESERT FUN ♪

♪ I WAS LOOKIN' AT A RIVER BED ♪

♪ AND THE STORY IT TOLD OF A RIVER THAT FLOWED ♪

♪ MADE ME SAD TO THINK IT WAS DEAD ♪

♪ YOU SEE I'VE BEEN THROUGH THE DESERT ON A HORSE WITH NO NAME ♪

♪ IT FELT GOOD TO BE OUT OF THE RAIN ♪

♪ IN THE DESERT YOU CAN REMEMBER YOUR NAME ♪

♪ 'CAUSE THERE AIN'T NO ONE FOR TO GIVE YOU NO PAIN ♪♪

HAMAL BILAL. HAMAL BILAL.

LAL. HASHISH RIFFRAFF. RAMADAN.

JELLYBEANS. JELLYBAL. SUNSTROKE.

AKABAR. ANNIHILATION !

HASHISH. RIFFRAFF. RAMADAN.

JELLYBEAN. JELLYBAL.

SUNSTROKE. AKABAR. ANNIHILATION !

♪ WHEN THE TRUTH IS FOUND

♪ TO BE LIES

- ♪ AND ALL THE JOY - [ Horns Honking ]

♪ WITHIN YOU DIES

♪ DON'T YOU WANT SOMEBODY TO LOVE ♪

- ♪ DON'T YOU NEED SOMEBODY TO LOVE ♪ - [ Speaking French ]

[ Horn Blaring ]

[ Horn Continues ]

[ Julia, Driver Arguing In French ]

[ Julia ] HOLD ONTO ME, LUCY.

[ Horns Blaring ] [ Julia Shouting In French ]

♪ YES AND YOUR MIND YOUR MIND ♪

♪ IS SO FULL OF RED

♪ DON'T YOU WANT SOMEBODY TO LOVE ♪

♪ DON'T YOU NEED SOMEBODY TO LOVE ♪

♪ WOULDN'T YOU LOVE SOMEBODY TO LOVE ♪

♪ YOU BETTER FIND SOMEBODY TO LOVE ♪

♪ YOUR EYES I SAY YOUR EYES ♪

♪ MAY LOOK LIKE HIS ♪

STOP ! STOP !

[ Tires Screeching ]

[ Julia ] BLOODY HELL ! ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, LUCY ?

[ Driver Shouting In Arabic ]

[ Boy Shouting In Arabic ]

[ Man ] ARE YOU FROM LONDON ? [ Julia ] YES.

LEICESTER SQUARE. YES.

EAST ACTON. [ Laughs ]

MY COUSIN LIVES HERE. MOUNIM HAJJAM.

DO YOU KNOW HIM ? NO.

PLEASE, WAIT HERE.

MUM, IS SHEIKH BEN JALIL IN HERE ? YES, DARLING.

IS HE COMING OUT ? NO, I DON'T THINK SO.

HE'S DEAD. OH.

MUM, HOW LONG ARE WE GOING TO STAY HERE ?

AS LONG AS IT TAKES, DARLING.

[ Laughs ]

LOOK AT YOU.

YOU'VE GONE ALL BLUE.

[ Men Chanting ]

[ Chanting Continues ]

[ Lucy ] MUM, WHAT DO SUFIS DO ?

[ Julia ] THE SUFIS HAVE A KEY, LUCY, TO ANOTHER WORLD.

AND WHAT'S IN THE OTHER WORLD ?

A KIND OF PURE JOY.

A BLISSFUL EMPTINESS AND NO PAIN.

NO PAIN AT ALL.

NO TUMMY ACHE ?

[ Laughing ] YES, NO TUMMY ACHE.

MUM, WHERE DID YOU GET LIPSTICK FROM ?

I'VE GOT AN APPOINTMENT WITH THE NEW SHEIKH.

ONE MOMENT.

KISS.

BYE, MUMMY.

I'M SO SORRY ABOUT SHEIKH BEN JALIL.

HE WAS GETTING VERY OLD AND A LITTLE UNRULY.

PLEASE.

YOU ARE FROM LONDON ? DO YOU HAVE WORK THERE ?

WELL, I HAVE A FAMILY.

SHEIKH HABAS, I WANTED TO ASK YOU ABOUT SPIRITUAL BARAKHA.

OF COURSE. AND YOUR AGE ?

TWENTY-FIVE.

AND FATHER AND MOTHER ?

THEY'RE BOTH DEAD.

- AND CHILDREN ? - YES, TWO.

AND THEY ARE HERE WITH YOU ?

ONE IS.

AND YOUR HUSBAND ? YES.

HE LIVES IN LONDON.

SO YOU ARE APART ?

YES.

AND YOU STILL HAVE A FEELING OF LOVE FOR THIS HUSBAND ?

ACTUALLY, HE'S NOT MY HUSBAND.

AND, YES.

[ Sobbing ] YES, I DO.

SORRY.

SORRY.

THIS IS A BIT OF A SURPRISE.

TEARS ARE FOR MEMORY.

THEY ARE GIFT FROM GOD.

WITHOUT THEM, HOW COULD WE REMEMBER OURSELVES,

LET ALONE REMEMBER HIM ?

I'M NOT READY, AM I ?

THANK YOU.

[ Footsteps ]

BEA !

BEA. BEA !

BEA !

HOW DID YOU GET HERE ? DID CHARLOTTE BRING YOU ?

NO, I WALKED, DIDN'T I ? BECAUSE YOU'VE FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME, HAVEN'T YOU ?

BOTH OF YOU. NO, BEA. NO, BEA.

YOU DON'T NEED TO WORRY ABOUT BILAL ANYMORE. BILAL ?

BECAUSE I'M HIS FAVORITE NOW. DON'T, BEA.

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ?

[ Man Muttering ] [ Screaming ]

[ Gasping, Panting ]

MUM, ARE YOU OKAY ?

YES, DARLING. YES, I'M FINE.

I'M FINE, DARLING.

GO BACK TO SLEEP.

[ Lucy ] MUM, IS IT REALLY MY BIRTHDAY IN TWO WEEKS ?

[ Julia ] TWO WEEKS AND ONE DAY, ACTUALLY.

THAT MEANS IT'S BEA'S BIRTHDAY IN ONE WEEK AND ONE DAY.

YEP.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO GIVE HER A PARTY ? YES, PLEASE.

[ Speaking French ]

HI. OH, HI.

- YOUR DAUGHTER IS NOT HERE, I'M AFRAID. - WHAT ?

THIS IS MY HOME, AND I HAD TO ASK THEM TO LEAVE.

TO LEAVE ? TOO MANY ARGUMENTS FOR MY TASTE.

JEAN LOUIS AND CHARLOTTE MOVED UP NORTH.

BEA JUST WOULDN'T GO. I THINK SHE WAS AFRAID OF LOSING TOUCH WITH YOU.

YOU THINK ?

SHE RAN OFF, AND CHARLOTTE COULDN'T FIND HER.

- MUM, WHERE'S BEA ? - OH, MY GOD. I'VE LOST MY DAUGHTER.

- WHERE'S BEA ? - EVERYTHING WILL BE ALL RIGHT, INSCHALLAH.

♪ ONE PILL MAKES YOU LARGER ♪ [ Julia ] BEA !

♪ AND ONE PILL MAKES YOU SMALL ♪ [ Speaking Arabic ]

♪ AND THE ONES THAT MOTHER GIVES YOU ♪

♪ DON'T DO ANYTHING AT ALL ♪ NO !

BEA ! ♪ GO ASK ALICE

BEA, LOVE !

BEA, LOVE ! ♪ WHEN SHE'S TEN FEET TALL

- [ Speaking French ] - [ Laughing ]

♪ AND YOU KNOW YOU'RE GOING TO FALL ♪♪

EVA !

[ Man ] YES, MATE ?

WHERE'S EVA ?

EVA, SHE'S IN THE DESERT. GOD'S THERE.

IS MY DAUGHTER HERE ? YEAH, SHE SPLIT WITH PATRICIA.

SHE'S SOME CHRISTIAN FANATIC BITCH, MAN.

OH, MY GOD. WHAT DOES SHE DO ?

I DON'T KNOW. SORT OF CONVERT PEOPLE, I GUESS.

DO YOU KNOW WHERE SHE LIVES ? SEARCH ME, LADY.

BUT DON'T WORRY ABOUT BEA, LADY. I TOLD HER TO SAY "SHIT HOUSE."

IT'S A FUCKIN' SHIT HOUSE.

BUT DID SHE SAY IT ? NO. I MEAN, WHAT'S A TOILET, MAN ?

I MEAN, THAT KID, SHE'S TROUBLE, TRULY.

AZIZ !

DON'T MOVE, ALL RIGHT ? AZIZ !

YOU'RE GLUED TO THIS TABLE.

COME ON.

AZIZ ! AZIZ !

[ Boys Speaking Arabic ]

YOU MUST BE JULIA.

WAIT HERE, PLEASE.

MUM ? SHH !

[ Julia ] BEA !

SO YOU MADE IT. JUST IN TIME, ACTUALLY.

MY LITTLE HELPER.

WOULD YOU LIKE SOME OF MY BIRTHDAY CAKE ?

THANK YOU, BEA. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DARLING.

- IT'S MY BIRTHDAY SOON. - REALLY ?

I BROUGHT YOU A PRESENT.

YOU'VE NEVER HAD A PARTY LIKE THIS BEFORE, HAVE YOU, DEAR ?

NEVER.

[ Woman ] JULIA AND LUCY HAVE NOWHERE TO SLEEP TONIGHT.

- SHALL WE MAKE UP A BED FOR THEM ? - MAYBE.

THEN WE CAN ALL SIT DOWN AND HAVE A NICE TALK ABOUT OUR LORD JESUS.

MAYBE.

[ Lucy ] MUM, WHY DOES PATRICIA HATE ME ?

I DON'T KNOW.

SHE CERTAINLY DETESTS YOUR OLD MUM.

I SUPPOSE IT'S WHAT BEA ALWAYS WANTED.

TO BE AN ORPHAN ?

NO, LUCY.

TO BE NORMAL.

BEA, IS PATRICIA YOUR MUM NOW ?

MUM WON'T LIKE THAT.

REALLY ?

DON'T, BEA.

[ Kids Chattering ]

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU, BEA.

HERE'S YOUR COFFEE, DARLING.

COFFEE. HONESTLY, JULIA.

JUST BECAUSE THE CHILD WANTS COFFEE DOESN'T MEAN SHE SHOULD HAVE IT.

IT'S RIDICULOUS.

- YOU POOR WEE ORPHAN. - WHAT ?

IF YOU WISH TO ARGUE, I INSIST WE GO ELSEWHERE.

AND I INSIST I'LL DO AS I PLEASE !

OF COURSE. HAVE YOU EVER DONE DIFFERENTLY ?

[ Bea ] DON'T DO THAT BECAUSE-- BEA, I'M YOUR MUMMY.

NOT HER !

[ Julia ] YOU'VE NO RIGHT TO GO TO THE COMMUNE AND TAKE MY DAUGHTER !

[ Patricia ] YOU LEFT HER HERE. I'M HER MOTHER !

[ Whispering ] WHAT ARE THEY SAYING ?

I FEED HER, I WASH HER--

[ Arguing Continues ] KINKY.

[ Laughing ]

[ Julia ] HAPPY ? HIDEOUS.

[ Speaking French ]

INSHALLAH.

BILAL ! BILAL ! BILAL ! [ Laughing ]

WHAT DO YOU THINK ?

I HAVE A JOB WITH TOURISTS, AND A HORSE CALLED MAGNIFICENT.

MAGNIFICENT. YES !

[ Screams ]

♪♪ [ Upbeat Tempo ]

NO, LUCY. THE UNIFORM BELONGS TO THE BOSS.

AND YOU KNOW, IF THE BOSS GETS ANGRY--

DOES THAT MEAN THE BOSS PAYS YOU HIMSELF ?

YES. AND OVERTIME.

AND BONUSES FOR SPECIAL DAYS.

BILAL, I DON'T WANT YOU SPENDING MONEY ON US. ANYTHING YOU WANT.

[ Lucy ] DOES THAT MEAN THAT BILAL CAN TAKE US BACK TO LONDON ?

NO, LUCY. THAT MEANS YOU CAN HAVE A FANTA.

IS THE BOSS NICE ? NICE ?

MUM ? NO, LUCY. THE BOSS IS VERY SCARY.

SCARY LIKE THE BLACK HAND ? EVEN SCARIER.

MUM ?

MARRAKECH IS OURS. BEA ?

BEA !

BEA, WHAT IS IT ? WHAT'S THE MATTER ? LOOK AT ME.

IT ISN'T POLIO, IS IT ?

NO, IT'S STREPTOCOCCUS.

AND JUST AS DANGEROUS.

GOD.

HERE IS THE MEDICATION.

CAN YOU AFFORD THIS, MADAM ?

IT'S SO EXPENSIVE.

YES. YOUR WESTERN COMPANIES ARE NOT KIND TO WE AFRICANS.

I SUGGEST YOU FIND SOME WAY OF TAKING THESE CHILDREN HOME.

I HOPE SO.

BILAL, WILL BEA DIE NOW ?

BEA WOULD NEVER DO ANYTHING SHE DIDN'T WANT TO DO.

NO, THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE.

[ Speaking French ] [ Man ] I'M SORRY, MADAM.

THIS IS THE MOROCCAN POSTAL SERVICE, AND ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE.

COME ON.

BILAL ! BILAL !

BILAL !

BEA ! IT'S BEA !

IT'S BEA!

[ Gasps ]

WHERE'S THE DOCTOR ? WHERE'S THE FUCKING DOCTOR ?

BEA ! BEA ! [ Sobbing ]

COME ON, DARLING. COME ON, BEA.

[ Shouting In French ]

BEA !

[ Object Rattling ]

IT'S FOR YOU. TO KEEP.

YOU'RE GOING TO GO AWAY AGAIN, AREN'T YOU ?

NO.

BILAL, IS LUCY REALLY YOUR LITTLE GIRL NOW ?

NO. YOU'RE BOTH MY LITTLE GIRLS.

EVEN IF YOU'VE HEARD THINGS ?

THINGS ?

WOULD I STILL BE YOUR LITTLE GIRL ?

YOU MUST DO SOMETHING FIRST.

YOU SLEEP NOW.

YOU'LL REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF LUCY ?

YES. OF COURSE.

OF COURSE.

[ Rattling ]

AZIZ !

AZIZ !

WHERE'S BILAL'S OUTFIT ?

HAVE YOU SEEN BILAL'S OUTFIT ?

SHIT.

MUM, WHERE'S BILAL ?

HE'S GONE BACK TO AGADIR, HASN'T HE ?

NO, DARLING. HE'S JUST VANISHED AGAIN.

YEAH, GOOD. PERFECT.

TWO THOUSAND DIRHAM.

[ Chuckling ] SURE. TWO HUNDRED.

- I SAID 2,000. - [ Chuckles ] THREE HUNDRED.

FIFTY AMERICAN DOLLARS.

- PASSPORT. - PASSPORT ?

IT'S THREE TICKETS TO LONDON. FROM DAD ?

I SUPPOSE SO, BUT I CAN'T SEE HOW.

I CAN'T SEE HOW AT ALL.

SOMETHING STRANGE IS GOING ON HERE.

AT LEAST WE CAN GET HOME.

IF WE WANT TO.

AZIZ !

AZIZ !

SO, WHAT NEW MYSTERY ?

BILAL'S GONE TO CASABLANCA.

HE STOLE THE UNIFORM TO PAY FOR OUR TICKETS.

HE'S IN TROUBLE. I'M SURE OF IT.

WE'VE GOT TO FIND HIM, EVA.

BILAL'S GONE. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS TO A THIEF IN MARRAKECH ?

WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE HIM.

LISTEN. THE JOURNEY'S OVER.

USE THE TICKETS. THAT'S WHAT HE WANTS.

[ Sobbing ] BEA !

BEA, WHAT'S WRONG ?

IF WE LEAVE TOMORROW, DOES THAT MEAN WE'LL NEVER COME BACK ?

NO. NO, NO, NO. DARLING, OF COURSE NOT.

YOU CAN KEEP A SECRET, CAN'T YOU ? MM-HMM.

WHEN A HOLY MAN DIES, THE THINGS HE LEAVES BEHIND BECOME MAGICAL.

SO YOU CAN MAKE A WISH ON THE SUFI'S SLIPPER.

GO ON. MAKE A WISH.

PLEASE, LET ME COME BACK HERE TO MOROCCO...

BE IN BILAL'S VILLAGE...

HAVE ALL THE ROSE PETALS THROWN ON US AGAIN.

PLEASE LET BILAL KNOW WE LOVE HIM.

AND PLEASE, PLEASE KEEP HIM SAFE FROM HARM.

[ Lucy ] HAVE YOU HEARD THE STORY OF THE BLACK HAND ?

ONE THOUSAND, THREE HUNDRED TIMES.

YES, I HAVE.

ANYWAY, GO ON.

WELL, THE NICE BLACK HAND WAS NICE, ESPECIALLY TO LITTLE GIRLS.

SO THEY ASKED THE BLACK HAND FOR A SPECIAL FAVOR.

TO HIDE BILAL IN A SECRET PLACE WHERE THE SCARY BOSS COULDN'T FIND HIM.

THE ONLY PROBLEM IS, THE LITTLE ENGLISH GIRLS COULDN'T FIND HIM EITHER.

LUCY, COME ON.

[ Railroad Bell Clanging ]

BILAL !

COME ON, LUCY.

COME ON.

[ Whistle Blows, Horn Honks ]

[ Lucy ] BILAL AL HAMAL. HAMAL AL BILAL.

BILAL AL HAMAL. HAMAL AL BILAL.

[ Bea ] THE SUFI TOLD MUM, AND MUM TOLD ME,

IF ALL THE ROADS CLOSE BEFORE YOU...

HE CAN SHOW YOU A HIDDEN PATH WHICH NOBODY KNOWS.

[ Lucy, Continuing ] BILAL AL HAMAL. HAMAL AL BILAL.

[ Car Horn Honks ]

[ Honking Continues ]

[ Horn Honking ]

- BILAL ! - HIDEOUS KINKY !

[ Together ] HIDEOUS KINKY !

BILAL !

[ Quietly ] BILAL.

♪ IN THE MORNING

♪ WHEN YOU RISE

♪ DO YOU THINK OF ME AND HOW YOU LEFT ME CRYING ♪

♪ ARE YOU THINKING

♪ OF TELEPHONES

♪ AND MANAGERS AND WHERE YOU'VE GOT TO BE AT NOON ♪

♪ YOU ARE LIVING

♪ A REALITY

♪ I LEFT YEARS AGO IT QUITE NEARLY KILLED ME ♪

♪ IN THE LONG RUN

♪ IT WILL MAKE YOU CRY

♪ MAKE YOU CRAZY AND OLD BEFORE YOUR TIME ♪

♪ AND THE DIFFERENCE

♪ BETWEEN ME AND YOU

♪ I WON'T ARGUE RIGHT OR WRONG ♪

♪ BUT I HAVE TIME TO CRY, MY BABY ♪

♪ YOU DON'T HAVE TO CRY

♪ I SAID CRY, MY BABY

♪ YOU DON'T HAVE TO CRY

♪ I SAID CRY, MY BABY

♪ YOU DON'T HAVE TO CRY

♪ IN THE MORNING

♪ WHEN YOU RISE

♪ DO YOU THINK OF ME AND HOW YOU LEFT ME CRYING ♪

♪ ARE YOU THINKING

♪ OF TELEPHONES

♪ AND MANAGERS AND WHERE YOU'VE GOT TO BE AT NOON ♪

♪ YOU ARE LIVING

♪ A REALITY

♪ I LEFT YEARS AGO IT QUITE NEARLY KILLED ME ♪

♪ IN THE LONG RUN

♪ IT WILL MAKE YOU CRY

♪ MAKE YOU CRAZY AND OLD BEFORE YOUR TIME ♪

♪ AND THE DIFFERENCE

♪ BETWEEN ME AND YOU

♪ I WON'T ARGUE RIGHT OR WRONG ♪

♪ BUT I HAVE TIME TO CRY, MY BABY ♪

♪ YOU DON'T HAVE TO CRY

♪ I SAID CRY, MY BABY

♪ YOU DON'T HAVE TO CRY

♪ I SAID CRY, MY BABY

♪ YOU DON'T HAVE TO CRY ♪

[ Man Singing A Cappella In Arabic ]

♪♪ [ Ends ]