Hideous Kinky Page #4

- Mum? Are you OK?

- Yes, darling. Yes, I'm fine.

Oh, I'm fine, darling.

Go back to sleep.

Mum, is it really my birthday in two weeks?

- Two weeks and one day, actually. - So Bea's

birthday is in one week and one day. - Yep.

- Would you like to give her a party?

- Yes, please!

- Bonjour! - Bonjour! -

Ca va? - Oui, ca va, merci.

- Hi!

- Oh, hi! Your daughter's not here, I'm afraid.

- What?

- This is my home, you see, and I had to ask them to leave.

- To leave?

- Too many arguments for my taste.

Jean-Louis and Charlotte left, but I think Bea was afraid of losing touch with you.

- You think?!

- She ran off. They couldn't find her.

- Mum, where's Bea? - I've

lost my daughter! - Where's Bea?

It will be OK.

Bea!

Bea!

Bilal!

Bilal!

Ou est Bilal? Ou est Bea?

Vous connaissez?

- Eva!

Hey!

- Where's Eva?

- Eva? She's in the desert. God's there.

- Is Bea here?

- Yeah, she split with Patricia.

- She's some Christian fanatic b*tch, man.

- Oh, my God! What does she do?

- Sort of convert people, I guess. - Do

you know where she lives? - Search me.

Don't worry about Bea.

I taught her to say "shithouse".

"It's a f***ing shithouse." But did she say it?

No. I mean, what's a toilet, man?

That kid, she's trouble, truly.

Aziz! Viens la! Don't move, all right?

Aziz! You're glued to this table.

Come on.

Aziz! Aziz!

You must be Julia.

Wait here, please.

- Mum?

- Shh.

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.

Julia and Lucy have nowhere to sleep tonight.

Shall we let them stay here?

Maybe.

And then we can all have a nice talk

about our Lord Jesus.

Maybe.

Mum, why does Patricia hate me?

I don't know.

She certainly detests your old mum.

- Well, 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!

Thank you.

Thank you, Bea.

Your coffee, darling.

Oh!

Coffee?

Honestly, Julia.

Just because she wants coffee

doesn't mean she should have it.

- The poor, wee orphan.

- What?

- I insist we go elsewhere to argue.

- And I insist I'll do as I please!

Have you ever done differently?

- Don't do that...

- Bea! I'm your mummy...

not her!

-

- You go there and take my daughter...

What are they saying?

.. I feed her, I wash her...

Kinky!

Happy?

Hideous.

Mes amies. Bonjour, mes amies!

Bonjour, mes amies!

Inshallah.

- Bilal, Bilal, Bilal!

Whoo!

What do you think?

- My job is with tourists and a horse called Magnificent!

- Magnificent.

Aaaah!

No, Lucy, the uniform belongs to the boss.

- And if he gets angry... - Does the

boss pay you himself? - And overtime!

And bonuses for special days.

- Bilal, don't spend it all on us.

- Anything you want.

- Can Bilal take us back to London? - No,

you can have a Fanta! - Is the boss nice?

- No, the boss is very, very scary.

- Scary like Black Hand?

Even scarier.

- Marrakech...

- Bea.

Bea!

Bea, what's the matter? Look at me.

- It isn't polio, is it?

- No, it's streptococcus.

- And just as dangerous.

- God!

Here's 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.

Ce n'est pas possible!

I'm sorry, madam. With the Moroccan

postal service, anything is possible.

Come on!

Bilal! Bilal!

Bilal!

Bea, Bea!

It's Bea!

Where's the doctor?

Where's the f***ing doctor?!

Bea! Bea!

Bea!

It's for you... to keep.

You're going 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?

- Or would I still be your little girl?

You must do something first.

You sleep now.

Remember to take care of Lucy.

Yes, of course.

Of course.

Aziz!

Aziz!

Where's Bilal's outfit?

Have you seen it?

Sh*t!

Mum? Where's Bilal?

He's gone back to Agadir, hasn't he?

No, darling. He's just vanished again.

Yeah, good. Perfect!

2,000 dirham.

- Sure 200.

- I said 2,000.

Hmm. 300.

50 American dollars.

- Passport.

- Passport?

Phew!

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!

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.

- We've got to find him, Eva.

- Bilal's gone.

- You know what happens to a thief here.

- We can't just leave him!

Listen, the journey's over.

Use the tickets. That's what he wants.

- Bea!

Bea, what's wrong?

If we leave tomorrow,

does that mean we'll never come back?

No, no, darling, of course not.

- You can keep a secret, can't you?

- Mm-hmm.

When a holy man dies,

his things become magical.

So you can make a wish on the Sufi slipper.

- 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 that we love him.

And please, please, keep him safe from harm.

Do you know the story of the Black Hand?

1,300 times.

Yes, I do.

Anyway, go on.

Well, the nice Black Hand was nice,

especially to little girls.

So they asked the Black Hand

for a special favour.

To hide Bilal in a place

where the scary boss couldn't find him.

The only problem is,

the little girls couldn't find him either.

Lucy, come on.

Bilal?

- Come on, Lucy.

- Come on.

'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. '

Bilal!

Hideous kinky!

Hideous kinky!

Bilal!

Bilal.

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