Lies We Tell Page #4
- Year:
- 2017
- 109 min
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It's not one
of your legal textbooks.
If you knew Islam better,
you'd know that only kafirs
look for loopholes.
Did you just call me
a kafir?
- What does that mean to you?
- A non-Muslim.
No, a concealer of truth.
All I can say is have
the courage
to confront them
with the truth.
They don't care
about the truth, Faz.
All they care about
is their egos.
That's not what I meant.
If Miriam doesn't
want to marry KD,
all she has to do
is say no at the nikah.
Couldn't be written
any clearer.
Be real, Faz.
Do you really expect
Miriam to say no
in front of all them people?
Allah only helps those
who have the courage
to stand up and tell
the truth.
No.
No.
Okay, just try again, okay?
You've got... no.
No.
[ringing]
[cell phone beeps]
Hello.
My name's Nathan Lampross.
My father
passed away recently.
I'm sorry, but you've got
the wrong number.
I was just won...
[cell phone chimes]
[phone chimes, beeps]
A man lose his head,
see-line wo...
[cell phone beeps]
Amber.
Nice to meet you.
Please, sit down.
What do you want?
Well, that would depend
on what you did for my father.
- We were friends.
- [chuckles]
I think I knew what my father
looked for in a friend.
Just because
I don't smoke cigars
doesn't mean we had
nothing to talk about.
Look, please don't be offended
if I call a spade a spade.
Keep digging.
Well, you were his whore.
He paid you to f*** him.
F*** me.
- Dressed in green
- See-line
Wears silk stockings
with golden seams
See-line woman...
I wonder what your people
would say if they saw this.
I don't have people who care.
Make a man lose his head
- [beep]
- Okay. Well, off you go then.
Look, Amber, I'm a
traditionalist at heart, okay?
What belongs to the father
passes on to the son.
It's called inheritance.
It's a shame you didn't
inherit some of his grace.
- You knew my father well then?
- Yeah. Is that it?
- Are you finished?
- How remiss of me.
What was the going rate again?
I mean, whatever he paid,
I'll double it, it's fine.
You know what?
Take it all.
I've got a suite booked
upstairs.
All right?
Just one f***.
One f***...
and I'll forget
I ever saw you.
will be enough?
It wasn't for your father.
Amber!
I strongly recommend
you reconsider.
Just give it to me.
Who the hell are you?
Do you mind?
- It's work stuff.
- That work, too?
I said do you mind?
Yeah. I mind.
What have you got
on this, bro?
KD, just give it to him, please.
You don't need to make a scene.
Excuse me.
- Excuse me?
- Just give it to me, okay?
Are you gonna give it back
or shall I call the police?
- Hello?
- Oh, my God.
Call who the f***
you want.
- Just give it to me, please.
- Agh!
You.
[See-line Woman playing]
All right
- See-line woman
- See-line
- She drank coffee, she...
- See-line
What are you going to do?
What do you think
I should do?
I think you
should let me take this.
Forget what you've seen.
Forget me.
Forget Miriam.
And I think you should
let me pay you back
what it cost you
to bum my family.
Let's make a deal.
You're good at making deals.
If this got out,
you know what will happen.
And after your funeral,
Let it happen.
I'm offering you a way out.
Take it.
Ow.
Promise not to interfere.
Okay, come on.
You have to give Lucy
back to Uncle Donald.
Sweetheart, we can't
take her with us.
Miriam.
I'll take care of her.
Don't worry.
Bye.
[cell phone ringing]
Is that Mum?
She's going to be mad,
isn't she?
than you being married.
What's so bad about
getting married?
- Everybody does it.
- Come sit here with me.
Miriam?
I promise, in a week,
all of this
will have calmed down.
- [cell phone ringing]
- Is that Mum?
- No.
- [cell phone ringing]
I thought I told you
to turn that off.
Who is it?
But when we gonna
see Mum again?
I just told you, when all
of this sh*t's died down.
Miriam, give me
the phone, please.
[man speaking indistinctly
on PA system]
Ammi? Manchester.
Amber's been shouting at me.
How long have you been
shagging prostitutes?
You were caught curb crawling
with a f***ing harlot.
license, you dirty bastard.
What are you talking about?
Is that why you moved out, using
our daughter as an excuse?
You should be
ashamed of yourself.
Don't you bring
our daughter into this.
Why not? You did. It's all
you've ever done since she di...
[clapping]
- She winning?
- Who the hell's this?
- Shut up.
- Don't talk to me li...
Shut the f*** up, b*tch.
Where's Amber?
I don't know.
No, no, put that down, mate.
Respect.
No need for that.
Put it down.
or shoot me.
You're a lucky boy.
Where's Amber?
I told you, mate,
I don't know.
Donald...
Hey!
Tell me, shoot me,
or my man Ginger
gonna take her for a walk.
Ten seconds.
Where's Amber?
[Ginger] Nine.
Eight.
Seven.
Where's Amber?
Six.
[cell phone ringing]
[Banu] Khalid?
Miriam's in Manchester.
[woman on PA system]
Please stand well away
from the edge of platform six.
The train is not
stopping at this station.
[gun c*cks, gunshot]
If I didn't sympathize
with your situation,
you'd be coming with me.
Excuse me, did you speak
to her when she was alone?
She told me
she's perfectly happy.
Good day!
How dare you bring police
to my dar?!
Go inside, beta. Go.
Hi.
I'm sorry
for shouting at you.
I promise
I won't do it again.
Miriam...
please don't be scared.
Donald's outside.
He's with the police.
And he's with little Lucy.
She misses you.
- What's that?
- It's nothing.
Miriam, let me see it.
What is it?
- Everyone says you're evil!
- Miriam...
And they all say
you're a prostitute!
- You're a b*tch! I hate you!
- Miriam...
You have to come with me.
Get the f*** out!
Get out!
Get out, come on! Get out!
It's all right,
it's all right, beta.
It's all right.
[spits]
Can't you get a High Court
injunction or something?
Against what?
She hates me.
She thinks I'm evil.
Well, I mean,
she's had the fear of God
put in her, hasn't she?
It's over, Donald.
So you're gonna do nothing?
No, I'm gonna do
exactly as I'd planned.
I'm going to go to London
and live happily ever after.
Cheers.
[chuckles]
What?
It's your face.
It reminds me of the first time
I met you.
I don't know
who was more frightened.
Well,
I wasn't the one shaking.
What would you have done if you
caught someone peeping on you?
I wasn't peeping.
You were.
- No, I wasn't.
- Oh, come on.
- I wasn't.
- You must've had a look.
No, I didn't.
Not even one
teeny-weeny glance?
Have you booked your ticket?
I've been told when someone
changes the subject,
it's usually 'cause
they're hiding something.
Is there a dark,
seedy side to you, Donald,
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