Leave to Remain Page #4

kissed a girl.

Ah!

I have never ever had boyfriend.

- What? You ain't had a boyfriend?

- No.

Chloe, I can't do it.

Are you joking? What is that?

- Walk...

- Don't laugh at me.

Just walk normal. Walk normal.

Put your back straight.

That's it.

Boy, she brushes up well.

Chloe, I thought you was bringing Zizidi...

...but you brought an uber-babe instead.

MUSIC BLARES:

CHEERING:

I am an African.

I can't dance to this.

Let me show you one move.

- All right. Sure.

- You put your hand on top.

And you go like that.

You got to pump it.

You go faster.

How are you sleeping?

MAN TRANSLATES:

They're trying to help.

Abdul, the doctor just wants

to know what's wrong.

Talk to them.

MAN TRANSLATES:

I see bad things.

Moussa's head.

Who's Moussa?

HE TRANSLATES:

Moussa is my uncle.

Taliban, in the bakery, cut of

his head and showed it to me

and then they took me with them.

Do you see things when you are awake?

HE TRANSLATES:

HE SPEAKS IN HIS OWN LANGUAGE

They cut Moussa like

that, just like a goat.

A lot of them do that.

What?

Act. Pretend to have PTSD.

So they get their papers quicker.

Abdul!

Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

SHE CONTINUES SCREAMING

Where's Jesus?

- What?

- He said he's not doing it.

Please. This is your mother speaking.

You must obey me.

We'll go without him.

The Three Wise Men were swift, quick...

Hand of God. Nigel! Nigel! The Hand of God.

You're the Hand of God.

Sorry. Yup.

I grant you Mary, Joseph and Jesus.

- Omar? - Yeah.

- The Hand of God is stuck.

- Well, fix the hand and go again.

- What?

Let's fix the hand and go again.

Right you are.

Omar, can I borrow Zizidi, please?

What! No!

Omar, I'd just like a moment with Zizidi.

Thank you.

- Be quick.

- Sure.

Try and carry on without me.

My wife, the Virgin Mary, leaves.

Shame on Virgin Mary.

LAUGHTER:

- Immaculate conception.

- What's immaculate?

Getting pregnant by magic.

It's a fairly loose interpretation.

- She has a baby without having sex.

- Yes.

- That is whack.

- It is true.

And it's a good story.

Yes, and it's the sort of story that

even the Home Office might believe.

This is just the start of a

long process, all right?

Take this, have a read

and have a think about it.

Read it again.

Please.

"In the light of all the

evidence available to him

"the Secretary of State is not

satisfied that you have established

"a well-founded fear of

persecution in Guinea

"because of race, religion,

"nationality or membership

of a political social group

"or because of political opinion."

And yours is a domestic grievance.

"Your application is therefore refused

"to under paragraph 336

of HC395 as amended."

Darling, I'm so sorry.

SHE SCREAMS:

What happened, man?

- Zizidi?

- Leave me!

- Everything be OK.

- What do you know?

I help you.

I am not your mother.

You are not my son.

You have a mother. Go and

find her and leave me alone!

No, I don't.

You are now my family.

I know what to do.

DOOR OPENS:

- Baby lamb.

- Yeah? - Baby lamb.

- A whole lamb?

- Baby lamb.

I want to cook for her.

That's going to cost you 130, mate.

I have money.

No, no. This is 130.

Sorry, mate. I can't.

- Baby lamb. - How about chicken?

- No. Baby lamb. - No, no, no.

- Baby lamb.

- Next customer, please.

From the nape of her neck

He made his decent

They watched men hurl from rock to sea

Like sternum to button

Lined lip pinches in between

Your foothills

Your warm.

Get him some water.

PHONE RINGS:

- Omar? - Yeah.

- It says Anna, solicitor.

Hello. Hello. Hello.

Thank you.

Bye.

What's going on?

I have leave to remain, bro.

Whoo!

- I got leave to remain.

- Well done.

- Thank you so much.

- Congratulations, Omar. That's wonderful news.

Thank you. I couldn't

have done it without you.

Thank you for everything.

I really appreciate all your help.

I really do.

Well, no, you had a long wait.

Congratulations.

- Zizidi.

- I'm really happy for you.

I can't believe it.

What's he saying, Omar?

He's just wondering why

we're celebrating, Uncle.

- He quite doesn't understand why...

- What?

- He doesn't know why we're celebrating.

- What?

He doesn't know why we're...

Omar is a Taliban bastard.

Omar is a Taliban bastard, Mr Nigel.

No! No!

Abdul! Abdul! Abdul!

Ambulance! Call an ambulance!

Abdul! Abdul!

Ambulance! Call an ambulance now!

Abdul! Abdul! Uncle Nigel!

Uncle Nigel!

Uncle, can I tell you something?

Uncle, stop!

What the f*** are you doing?! Can

you f***ing drive?! What the f***?!

Tell me.

I was working for the Taliban.

I was Taliban.

My job was laying mines

down for the soldiers.

Most of the people in the village

know where they are hidden.

Children were playing nearby.

There was a loud noise.

Then screams.

There was a woman on her hands and knees.

She'd lost something.

She looked at me.

"My baby.

"I lost my baby."

I kill children.

Why should I believe this

story more than any other?

I've sworn in court. I lied for you.

- Happy Christmas.

- Thanks, Dad.

Omar?

Omar?

It is beautiful.

Close the f***ing window. It's freezing.

SHE LAUGHS:

- You haven't seen snow before?

- No.

Aw, bless you.

Big man, look.

Hey, big man, watch.

You'd better watch yourself!

Chloe! Chloe! Stop! Stop!

Abdul!

Omar!

Hey, bro! What's up, man?

- Abdul.

- You always come running back.

I know. Cos this is time

for families, isn't it?

- Yes, bro.

- Exactly.

Abdul, you scared us, bro.

You OK?

Come, come.

Sit down, man. Good to have you back.

It's good to see you all well. Come.

Come.

Let's sit.

- Is he OK, Omar?

- Yeah, he's OK.

He's OK. He just come back from hospital.

He's all right. Zi will look after him.

You take care of him.

You're OK, Abdul, you're OK.

Look, Abdul, just listen to me.

It is going to be OK.

You and me, we are going to make it.

Omar?

Your foothills

Your warm.

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