Original subtitles

DR MAXWELL: Are you experiencing feelings of alienation,

dislocation or unfocused animosity today?

No.

You seem angry.

- No. - Resentful.

Why would I be?

It's a common response to leaving us.

I'm very lucky. I know that.

I'm lucky to have been here,

and to have had your help.

DR MAXWELL: We've come a long way together, haven't we, Lucy?

Yes, Dr Maxwell.

What if I told you that all the progress

we have made can be maintained?

I would really like that. Because I...

DR MAXWELL: Your father and I have spoken

about the answer to what ails you.

What is the answer?

Hilaryn.

A mood-levelling tranquillity elixir.

It will be your shield as you walk through the valley of life.

Home or abroad, wherever you go,

my patent pending medicine will free you from

troublesome behaviours and distracting wants.

Thank you.

Four times a day on an empty stomach.

One year's supply.

The life you should be leading can finally begin.

As Lucy.

♪ Once you have found her

♪ Never let her go

♪ Once you have found her

♪ Never let her go ♪

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Congratulations, have a great trip.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Little birds ♪

So you have your girdles. You have your scarves.

Do you need anything for afternoon tea?

There will be a British Ambassador there in Tangier,

So you should have one or two questions ready

in case it's left to you to make conversation.

Something that shows that you understand the pressures

he must be under, but isn't in the least bit opinionated.

That's what your father liked about me when we first met.

He said I knew how to converse in an appropriate manner.

I thought it was so sweet.

...and so I took the wives out to the pool

and I just distracted them

with the most darling syllabub.

Oh, just the most useful dessert.

Before you leave, you must write it down.

Because the thing about syllabub

is that it can be as indulgent or otherwise

as might be required by your guests. Hello, Estelle.

(SLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

To my daughter's exotic taste.

I'd hardly call an Englishman exotic, Grant.

I'm talking about the pineapple.

It's from Hawaii.

- Hmm. - I like pineapple.

I know you do. What's not to like?

Pineapples.

I like it too. You're a chip off the old block.

She's a chip off the old block.

Yes, she is.

A toast. To my little girl.

Going out in the world over there.

All on her own.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I won't be all on my own.

I'm gonna be a wife.

To the most amazing man.

What's his name again?

Hugo. Hugo Cavendish-Smythe.

Lord Cavendish-Smythe.

If we need it,

you know, I got the number of a guy in Paris.

You can get to Paris in a couple hours.

Course, he is a European.

He's a friend of Dr Maxwell's.

That's too much.

You know, I think we'll travel the world together,

and then we'll start our own family.

We'll surround ourselves with beautiful things and beautiful people.

And we'll dance. Lots of dancing.

He's a wonderful dancer, isn't he?

You dance good together, honey.

Yes, we do.

Here. Give that to Lucy.

Be dead before you're back. You may as well have it now.

- Grammy! - Hardly dinner talk, Mother.

I'm not your mother.

Wow, it's beautiful!

Always had your eye on it, eh?

That's not the case.

Spared you pulling it off my dead hand.

(CHUCKLES)

GLADYS: Does it fit, hon?

Yes.

What do you say?

Thank you, Grandma. I love you very much.

You'd love anybody who gave you that.

GRANT: I made you something for the trip too.

Tangier is very far from home.

Way too far for my spastic colon.

But you know the great thing, Lucy?

Your daddy is always looking out for you.

Open it.

Every American girl needs one of those.

The Tomahawk Colt.

Mother-of-pearl inlay, filigree handle,

light trigger for a lady's touch.

Just in case trouble comes a-calling.

Isn't that right, Mama?

GRANT: Mmm-hmm.

Sharp little shooter.

Both girl and gun.

Hey.

Never misses. Born to it.

It's really lovely.

It's a whole new line.

Named after you, Gypsy.

Thank you, Daddy.

VANESSA: I'm sure it will sell, dear.

GRANT: Of course, it will sell.

I didn't build a company like Tomahawk

inventing weapons that don't sell.

(IMITATES GUNFIRE)

Mama, what are you doing up?

I took my Nervactil late.

It's such a waste.

What is?

Marriage.

Children.

You'll ruin your figure.

I'm sorry I ruined your figure, Mom.

WOMAN ON RECORD PLAYER: Prim and proper.

- The girl who's... - The girl who's...

- ...never been kissed. - ...never been kissed.

- Well, I'm tired of being pure - Well, I'm tired of being pure

- ...and not chased. - ...and not chased.

♪ Like something that seeks its level

- (LUCY SINGING ALONG) - ♪ I wanna go to the devil

♪ I wanna be evil

♪ I wanna spit tacks

♪ I wanna be evil

♪ And cheat at jacks

♪ I wanna be wicked

♪ I wanna tell lies

♪ I wanna be mean and throw mud pies ♪

Whoa, there. Settle down, girl.

Gypsy Colt.

Hi, Daddy.

♪ ...dark brown taste ♪

(MUSIC STOPS)

No other animal quite like him.

-Horses. Very smart. -Mmm.

Remember how he opens the door

in the barn to get away from the race track guys?

Mmm-hmm. He outsmarts the motorcycle gang.

Jumps over the ravine. They can't follow him.

(CHUCKLES)

Your mother

thinks that... (CHUCKLES)

It's not a real horse.

She thinks it's a trick horse.

Of course, it's a real horse.

Of course.

I mean, it's loyal.

Knows where it belongs. Finds its way home.

Yeah.

Get ready now, Gypsy.

(GRANT CLEARS THROAT)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

- Don't dawdle, come on. - LUCY: No, I'm not.

VANESSA: Now, darling, don't forget to do your facial exercises.

Especially the neck.

Christ, Vanessa, not in public.

I promise, twice a day.

Twice a day, twice as pretty.

Twice as pretty.

GRANT: Hugo is going to meet you. It's all been arranged.

- Oh, you spoke to him? - Yeah.

Church is booked.

Yes. From the boat to the church.

So there won't be any trouble.

No. Of course, there won't.

Hugo's gonna take care of you.

I've seen to that.

VANESSA: Darling, take your pill.

WOMAN: I just can't believe it's you! Hello!

- Please, could we have your autograph? - Of course!

It isn't, is it?

It is. Lili Von X.

VANESSA: Oh! That a dreadful woman.

Did you hear what she said about Barbara Stanwyck?

- No. - Ugh! It's disgusting.

Young lady, go nowhere near that.

She's practically a communist.

STEWARD: Miss Savage, your itinerary.

The Captain is inviting all first-class passengers

to his table for dinner this evening.

Wonderful.

She's gonna be there.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

GRANT: Kiss your mother.

Bye, Mama.

I'll call you when I get there.

(SHIP HORN BLOWING)

(SNAPS FINGERS)

WOMAN: Forgive me, gentlemen,

for keeping you waiting so long. (CHUCKLES)

- Omar! - OMAR: Yes!

Would you bring some drinks for our guests, please?

Of course.

You're going to have such a great time.

(FREDERIC GRUNTING)

French piggy!

Move! Dirty piggy!

Can't you talk? Can't you talk?

(FREDERIC GRUNTS)

I should spit-roast you

and serve your nasty flesh to all the other French pigs!

(SCREAMS)

What?

Ahhh! Cherifa! Please!

- Huh? - I need it!

Shut up! No!

- I need it! - Shut up!

- (MUFFLED SCREAMING) - Shut up!

Good boy! Good boy!

(LAUGHS)

(MOANING)

Ah!

(CHERIFA LAUGHING)

CHERIFA: And the garden goes here

with a path up like this.

And you can have a stable there.

LEO: Where are our rooms?

All these rooms belong to us.

And I'll build a wall around us

to protect you from the monsters.

What if I'm the monster?

Sometimes I wonder.

Argh!

What'd you do that for?

You know you're too sweet for me.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(STEWARD SINGING)

♪ And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame

♪ And I haven't got time for the waiting game ♪

I think Miss Von X has had

enough entertainment for night, huh?

Uh, no, darling, it is absolutely fabulous.

There was one thing missing. Come sit.

No, on... On Mommy's lap, honey. (CHUCKLES)

Now this will make all the difference. Pout.

Mmm. Ma-ma-ma.

All right. Big finish.

♪ These golden days

♪ I'll spend with you ♪

(ALL CLAPPING)

Salute.

How long will you be stopping off in Europe?

I'm not, darling. Straight on to Afrique.

Oh, I can't wait to go to Europe.

Especially Paris!

(LAUGHING)

Does anybody have any recommendations?

No.

There's a lovely little place called Cafe Leopold

off the Place de La Concorde.

I don't recall the food,

but they had very cheap schnapps.

(LAUGHTER)

Have any of you ever watched a hanging?

After long nights of drinking in Montparnasse,

come the morning, Cafe Leopold

was the place to go to watch the executions.

I remember one in particular. Ugh.

A Russian assassin.

I believe a few of those about these days.

- (CHUCKLING) - LILI: Cafe Leopold.

You never went there without a date.

You see, there was a legend amongst that

small group of us

that if you could achieve orgasm

at the exact moment of the death,

then you would attain the ultimate climax.

(CHUCKLES)

I remember one morning,

we all went down to the front line

about 10 feet away from the scaffold.

And I stood there, pressed up against the rope.

I wore a skirt with buttons all the way down the back.

People were pushing me from all sides.

My beau Thibault pressed behind me.

The prisoner was brought and his eyes blindfolded.

Two police led him up.

The pain of watching that man die was so great,

it made the touch of Thibault's hard flesh up inside of me

a relief.

I was holding on to life while death was passing.

The crowd kept crushing him against me.

Again and again!

My fear turned to pleasure.

It was indeed the ultimate climax.

But any way, go to Cafe Leopold!

If only to drink the schnapps.

(CHUCKLES)

LUCY: Miss Von X?

Lili, please.

Lili. Thank you.

Is that a true story?

You'd just have to find out for yourself, wouldn't you, pigeon?

(GASPING AND MOANING)

This bit.

What?

If I could only have a piece of you, it would be this.

This.

Let's not go back. Let's stay here.

I've got to get back by Friday.

The Venus is coming in.

Expecting a shipment?

Of a sort.

My fiancee.

When were you going to tell me?

I'm telling you now.

Who is she?

Her name is Lucy Savage.

Is she rich?

She's from a good family.

I am from a royal family!

Well, she's a well-bred American.

Okay, first, is there such a thing?

Second. You talk about her like you've just bought a pedigree pup.

How do you describe me to people?

I don't.

No.

You don't.

Do you love her?

It doesn't have to change anything.

It changes everything.

What do you plan to do with her?

What do you mean?

There's something you could say.

If you can think of it.

(ENGINE STARTS)

Let's go for dinner tonight.

That's not it.

NEWSCASTER: Angry protests around the city yesterday

have contributed to nation-wide unrest

as pressure mounts on the French administration

to allow the king's return to the throne of Morocco.

Psst! Psst!

Cherifa.

(HISSING)

DJELLABA: The king is coming.

The king is coming!

ATTACKER: Take that shit away. Nationalist shit!

Your king... Your king isn't coming.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

You're vermin! Scum!

DJELLABA: Let me go! Let me go you son of a...

-(WOMAN 1 CRYING) -WOMAN 2: What has he done to the boy?

(WOMEN CRYING)

(WHISTLING)

Ah!

This is for you.

It's French?

Mmm-hmm.

It stinks.

Wasn't there anything better to steal?

You're ungrateful.

I'm tired.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

You know that spot outside where the kids are always begging?

Like we used to?

Yes.

There was this boy.

A Frenchman came through and attacked him.

He called him vermin.

He was hanging a poster of the king.

This will change.

When the king comes back, this will all change.

Nothing will change.

What has the king ever done for people like us?

Don't talk like that.

Why?

It's disrespectful.

He cannot hear me.

I hear you.

That kid's dead.

He was like us.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

There's no one like you.

MAN ON PA: Welcome to Tangier.

Please carry your papers or letters to France at all times.

(MAN CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)

Hugo, darling.

How are you?

Hello.

Are you waiting on anyone special?

Uh, my fiancee.

Ah, your fiancee? (SNICKERS)

Congratulations!

Oh, thank you.

I'm sure you can't wait to introduce her to all

your special friends here in Tangier.

- Well, how's business? - (SCOFFS)

Well, people still need love

and they have to get it from somewhere.

Question of the rates is all.

(CHUCKLES) Yes.

You know, I can pay a higher rate for little more.

Hugo, please.

You can't afford the rate you already got, huh?

Ah, here she is.

(CONTESSA LAUGHS)

There he is.

-Ah, Lili, darling! (LAUGHS) -Hi!

Hello.

(LAUGHS) Look at you. You look amazing!

How was your journey?

It was just lovely.

My goodness, I'm so glad to see you.

HUGO: Oh, my God, it isn't.

This must be the lucky man.

(CHUCKLES) Hugo.

-Delighted! Lili Von X. -(CHUCKLES)

Of course.

I mean, I know, of course.

Welcome to Tangier.

Thank you, dear.

Happy to be back.

You've been here before?

CONTESSA: Of course, she has been here before. (CHUCKLES)

And she is...

The fiancee.

- Huh? - (CHUCKLES)

Yes, Lucy.

Charming, charming.

I am simply dying to take the pulse of the Kasbah.

CONTESSA: It's still alive, darling. It's still alive.

LILI: The beating heart of Tangier.

Oh, Lucy!

You are going to have such a time.

Can we go to the Kasbah?

Of course.

LILI: Now you take care of the pigeon here for me, won't you?

Call us sometime.

Absolutely!

Hugo knows where to find us, huh?

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

Did you get very close on the boat?

You seem to be quite good friends.

(CHUCKLES) I wouldn't say friends exactly, but...

Hugo.

I'm here.

Yep. You are.

Finally.

Gosh, you look so handsome.

(CHUCKLES)

Let's... Let's get settled.

Yes, let's.

- Yes. - I'll hold that.

Thank you.

LUCY: Thank you.

Just here.

- On the right. - Okay.

Thank you.

Hmm.

(YOU DESERVE PLAYING)

- ♪ You deserve - Just up here.

- Okay. - ♪ Sixteen lackeys

♪ Waitin' on you night and day

-And so this is the living room. -♪ And 32 hands

♪ Wavin' fans

- I got you a welcome present. -♪ Just to brush the flies...

Americans love television.

(CHUCKLES)

- It's very sweet, thank you, Hugo. - Hmm.

- ♪ Persian maidens - Wow, this is beautiful!

♪ Just to stand and peel your grapes

Do you wanna show me the bedroom?

Of course, you must be exhausted.

Oh, no, I'm not tired. I... I'm...

Lovely to see you.

Me, too.

Yes.

I'm sorry.

There's plenty of time for that.

Oh, we must wait until we're wed!

But I can't wait.

I must have you! I must ravish you!

- No, no, no. - Yes, yes, yes.

Would you like a drink?

Always.

♪ Love you to the nth degree

♪ And what you deserve

♪ Just can't compare

♪ With the love you're gonna get from me

- ♪ You deserve - (GRUNTS)

God, we're out of tonic.

Oh, you don't need tonic. It's okay, you...

I'll be back.

- Hugo, I'm... - Yeah, I'll be back.

I don't like...

- Like tonic. - ♪ Just to make you smile

♪ If I had the riches of Sumatra

♪ I will give you all I own

♪ You deserve a queen like Cleopatra

♪ To come along and share your throne

♪ But you can bet

♪ I will love you

♪ Love you to the nth degree

♪ And what you deserve

♪ Just can't compare

♪ To the love you're gonna get from me

♪ Baby

♪ Gonna get from me

♪ Mmm, baby

♪ Gonna get from me ♪

BILL: You all right?

I'm getting married tomorrow.

Well, that's terrible.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Congratulations!

Didn't take you for the marrying kind.

HUGO: American girl, actually.

That's useful.

Thank you.

Americans are the only ones that the Arabs trust nowadays.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Very useful, yes.

What's her name?

Lucy.

BILL: Just Lucy?

Savage.

By nature?

(SCOFFS) By name.

Is she pretty?

Ah, yes, prettier than me.

Cleverer than me

and nicer than me.

And richer than me.

Lucky guy.

Aren't I?

♪ This bitter earth...

PRIEST: I, Lucy Mable Savage...

I, Lucy Mable Savage...

...take thee,

Hugo William Constable Cavendish-Smythe...

...take thee,

Hugo William...

Er, Constable.

(CHUCKLES) Constable

Cavendish-Smythe...

PRIEST: ...to be my lawful wedded husband.

...to be my lawful wedded husband.

To honour and obey...

...in sickness and in health...

...till death do us part.

PRIEST: And by the authority vested in me

by the Bishop of Tangier,

I now pronounce you

man and wife.

(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES)

(WHISPERING) We did it.

♪ Heaven only knows

(CHUCKLES)

(HUGO GRUNTS)

♪ Lord, this bitter earth

Ha!

Wait!

(BOTH LAUGH)

- What were you... - Whoa! Whoa!

♪ Today you are young ♪

Come here.

Come on.

(PHONE RINGING)

Cavendish-Smythe residence.

WOMAN: Hugo.

- Vanessa. - Hmm.

Nice to hear from you.

Can I speak to my daughter, please?

Of course.

Hello, Mother.

Congratulations, dear!

Mmm, thank you.

(CHUCKLES) Happy?

Oh, we're having an absolute ball over here.

- Wonderful! - Mmm-hmm.

Hugo showed me all the sites.

Oh, fantastic!

- You homesick, dear? - No.

Why would I be homesick?

- Mmm. - Of course, not.

Hmm.

Well, I hope you're not going out in the sun there.

-Foreign sun gives you blotches. -(SNAPS)

Lucy,

can I talk to Hugo, please?

Hello, Daddy.

Absolutely!

Hugo, Daddy wants to talk to us.

(SIGHS)

Here we are, cheek-to-cheek.

Hi, there, Grant.

I wanna talk to him in private, honey.

Okay.

Go away.

God!

Congratulations, Hugo! Done deal.

How's the bride?

She's well.

And what can I do for you?

Mmm.

-Got a new product. Beautiful. -Could you wait in the bedroom?

A rocket. Like none other on the market,

flies like a little bird.

- Sounds lovely. - It's perfect for Africa.

The roads are shit. You can carry this around on foot.

Insurgents' dream.

Gosh, I see.

And Morocco is a gateway to Africa.

Is it not? Know what I mean?

Mmm.

No, not quite.

Well, I mean that Africa is a big, wet, open market

for Tomahawk Arms

and I want you to push into it for me.

Me? (SCOFFS)

Not really sure that's my sort of thing, Grant.

I like to keep it in the family.

Er, what do you expect me to do?

Identify the buyer.

Sorry, who?

You tell me, Hugo, you're the one on the ground.

Find the top dog.

Explain the opportunity. That's all.

It's not rocket science, it's rocket sales.

I'm not qualified, Grant.

Well, you don't need to be qualified.

You're an English lord.

Use your charm. Worked on Lucy.

Well, I hardly think

tennis and dancing's gonna work on your... Your clients.

Well then, I'll leave it up to you.

Report back.

No dice, no allowance.

We had an agreement.

And now, you got a ring on your finger.

What is your negotiating position?

You don't have much of a one.

Come on, Hugo.

Welcome to the family business.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

♪ But while a voice ♪

Sweet of your parents to call.

And your father was very complimentary.

Welcomed me into the family.

I don't wanna talk about my father.

Or my mother. (CHUCKLES)

It's our wedding night.

I'm just saying, it was very kind of him...

Hugo.

What?

I just wanna have fun.

Can we have some fun?

- Yeah? - Mmm.

(GRUNTS SOFTLY)

(EXHALES)

Maybe we just need to relax a little, right?

Hmm.

Maybe we can go to the Kasbah?

We can go dancing.

We... We...

We could go to El Sirocco then.

What's that?

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING)

All the retrobates of Tangier are here.

Marvellous!

(SINGING IN FRENCH)

I love you.

These are the happy couple. Right this way, please!

And that's the British Ambassador.

And that's that writer.

Just keep the topside up. Let's take that to the bar.

Thank you. This way, ma'am.

Who is this, Hugo? (CHUCKLES)

This is Lucy, my wife.

Your wife!

Hello. Yes, I'm his wife.

- Lucy. - BOTH: Wow!

(CHUCKLES)

-Right, good evening, girls. Thank you. -Yeah.

Who are they?

- Bill. - Yes, sir.

- Champagne for that table. - Yes, sir.

Reggae.

My chickens!

Darling.

(CONTINUES SINGING IN FRENCH)

Compliments of Mr Abaza on your special day.

Oh, Hugo, isn't that just darling?

Is he a good friend?

Where is he?

-Oh! Mr Abaza! You must come join us! -Lucy.

Lucy.

He's been very kind, let's thank him.

Hello.

Delighted.

Mrs Cavendish-Smythe.

LUCY: Oh, no, Lucy. Please.

And thank you so much for the champagne.

Too kind.

(CONTINUES SINGING)

ADHAM: My treat, Hugo.

It's quite an occasion, after all.

Meeting your wife.

You went through with it.

Hugo's told me so much about you.

- Oh, has he? - Mmm-hmm.

LUCY: It better be good.

You have no idea.

LUCY: How do you two know each other?

We're good friends.

Shall we cheers?

- Cheers. - To good friends.

(CHEERING)

(SINGING IN FRENCH)

(GASPS)

Should we dance?

I would love to.

(LAUGHS)

(ALL CHEERING)

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Secretary. Good evening.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Merci.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Hey, hey.

Hey.

- Hey! - Argh...

- Oh! - Oh!

Excuse me.

- I'm gonna go to the bathroom. - You okay?

What, are you trying to ruin everything for me?

Well, God knows what she thinks.

Quite.

We are honoured by a distinguished guest.

Your left.

The French must be more rattled than they're letting on,

getting Secretary Vaney back to Tangier.

The head of the French Protectorate

usually doesn't slum it here.

(SIGHS) Shit.

LUCY: God, I'm not sure

if this will come off.

- You want something? - No.

Sorry, it's rude to stare.

Mmm-hmm.

Is that yours?

Mmm-hmm.

It was a gift.

You wanna touch it?

It's made special for ladies.

Oh, you should put it away.

(CLATTERING)

(SIGHS SHARPLY)

I got married today.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

It's a happy day.

Do you have a husband?

No. (SCOFFS)

A wife.

El Cherifa.

(LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

I'll be expecting an invitation for dinner.

Oh, but you know that you don't need an invitation.

(LAUGHTER)

Madame.

- Sorry. - Are you okay?

Yes, I got most of it out, I think.

Here, top up.

Hey!

Sing a song for us.

(CHUCKLES)

Sing a song for him.

Hey, come on, I'm serious.

Why don't you sing a song for me?

I don't sing.

Yeah, I doubt that. Come on, just sing a song.

(SPEAKING ARABIC)

- CORBEAU: What? Am I talking to you, huh? - WOMAN: Hey, go away.

- She doesn't wanna sing a song for you. - Get up there and sing a song.

- Come on. - I don't work for free.

Go pay her.

- You can't afford me. - Come on.

CHERIFA: You can't afford me.

CORBEAU: You see, there's everybody...

Come on, there's everybody there. Look.

Hey.

Go, sing a song.

CORBEAU: Well, you heard the man.

Come on. That way.

Come on, move!

Come here, stand here.

Here. Like this. You stay there.

Hey, guys, what do you think she will sing, huh?

What is she singing?

What will she sing?

- MAN: La Marseillaise! - Yeah!

La Marseillaise!

La Marseillaise, monsieur!

MAN: Yeah, man. Come on, it's the French anthem.

Do you know how to sing it? Yes?

Okay, go for it.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(PATRIOTIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING IN FRENCH)

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

Guys, what are you doing?

You're going way too fast, man.

You just slow it down a little bit, okay?

Now you stand right here.

You got paid.

Now you sing.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

(PATRIOTIC MUSIC PLAYING)

(LAUGHTER)

(SINGING IN FRENCH)

- To France. - ZEFZAF: To France.

Louder! Come on!

(SINGING LOUDLY)

(YELLING) Sing it properly!

Sing it properly, bitch!

Who is she?

I don't know.

ZEFZAF: She's a whore.

And she's ridiculing France.

(SINGING MOCKINGLY IN FRENCH)

Bravo!

(CLAPPING)

Bravo!

Bravo!

You want me to take care of her?

No. Not yet.

Who is that?

El Cherifa.

(LIVELY JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

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