O Mistério do Samba

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4... 3... 2... 1...

Here's the cake! Move it!

Raspberry in the middle.

Yes, chef!

Keep my place for me?

Four hours already. I need a coffee.

Sure, I'll keep it.

- Want anything?

- I'm ok.

Positive?

- Go on.

- Thanks.

I'm coming back.

The big guy's keeping my place.

He's my brother.

A sabbatical to do charity work?

That's right.

Stay behind me for now.

Just watch and take notes.

Don't worry, it'll go fine.

You can park here.

This is good.

Hurry it up.

Ouch. Sh*t!

We have 48 hours to get these guys out.

We gotta move fast.

You know the basics.

Yes.

Well, refresh my mind.

It's been a while.

Never give your number or address

or you'll get calls at night

and guys sleeping on your doormat.

Come on.

Hello.

Hello, ladies.

ID, metal items and phones in the tray.

Thank you.

Sh*t!

- Arms up.

- Jesus...

Your arms.

I've been 100 times!

Ok.

I need to spell that one out?

- Go ahead.

- Thanks.

I don't have one.

Go ahead.

Hello. Have a seat.

No, Alice, here.

Sorry.

Let's get started.

What's your name?

Samba Ciss.

Been in France long?

Almost ten years.

Tell us what happened.

Take notes, Alice.

I've worked in catering

for some time now.

I'm moving from dishes

to food preparation.

Good.

Three days ago,

my boss offered me a contract.

I'd applied for a residence permit.

I thought the contract would help,

so I took it to Immigration.

Apparently, my application

had already been refused.

But I never got the letter.

Our mailbox system is a mess.

And well.... they arrested me.

They arrested you?

The f***ers!

I thought that too.

I note that?

No. Got the rest?

Can you give me a second?

Another sh*t storm!

Are you ok?

Yes, I'm ok.

And you?

Yes, I'm ok.

I'm a bit hungry but I'm ok.

I might have...

some cereal bars.

Thank you.

Is it musk?

No, it's whole wheat and...

Your perfume.

Is it musk?

Yes.

What are the pills for?

I have trouble sleeping.

Especially at night.

I'd like some too, please.

Which ones?

The ones to sleep at night.

I have some Imovane...

They're strong sleeping pills.

I also have Lysanxia...

Some Lexomil too...

What do you suggest...

as a starter?

Sleeping pills maybe.

All of them?

Thank you.

They have two Pashtuns for us.

Where were we?

A police ruling put you here.

We'll fight for your rights

and go to court to get you out.

- Got that?

- I've got it.

Got proof of presence in France?

Yes.

Any family here?

My uncle. I live with him.

He's been in France 25 years,

he's legal.

He works in a restaurant too,

the kitchen of a fancy place.

Just a sec.

Get his uncle's details.

Note what he needs.

A clean shirt can help with the judge.

It counts.

We'll try to see the A before you're sent to the PRJ.

Hello? Yeah...

Yes, it's me, stupid, you called me.

What are the AT and the PRJ?

We'll let her explain all that.

Let me take your number.

Your uncle's, I mean.

Yes.

06...

94...

53...

51...

Can I have yours too?

No... I can't... I don't...

I can't.

0613...

Goodbye.

Is he likely to get out?

Which one?

Samba.

We can try. 10 years here

with work but no wife or kids.

It'll be tough.

What if the judge says no?

If he says no,

we go to see him and say,

"Your Honor, please,

he's a nice, easy-going guy.

Let us keep him."

- That can work?

- Are you kidding?

Of course I'm kidding.

He may get a one-way to Dakar

with no stop in duty-free.

It's that bad?

Here's a word of advice...

Protect yourself.

Keep your distance. It's important.

Or it'll hurt if they're sent back.

No worries on that level.

- You didn't give him your number!

- Of course not!

- Sure?

- You told me not to.

Goodbye.

Nigeria?

Let's get started.

You sound like the BBC.

Keep it simple.

Try more... international English

or we'll get nowhere.

I have a year's residence permit,

a three-month provisional one

and a month-old OLFT.

Let me get this clear...

When was your one-year permit?

So, if I sum it all up,

someone is housing you.

But I'll need his name.

For instance, if he's Mr. Duval...

I'll write Mr. Duval.

That's him.

Who?

Mr. Duval.

Mr. Duval is housing you?

Yes.

No, he doesn't.

Got any pay slips in that name?

Yes.

I work at Eurodisney

as a versatile cast member.

What's a versatile cast member?

After that, red paper.

After...

Red paper, then no more!

All right...

"No more", fine. But "no more" what?

Red paper, then... no more.

Versatile cast member?

One day, I'm Captain Hook...

Another day, I'll be...

Buzz Lightyear or the Lion King.

But no women

like Cinderella or Minnie.

Pity, you'd make a great Little Mermaid.

This is our address.

Immigration gave you this?

Serbian is tough...

Red paper, then no more!

Russki? Do you speak Russian?

You speak Russian?

Good.

Does anyone speak Russian?

Mr. Jebli,

you didn't come by bus.

The Canaries are islands.

It would be a very odd bus.

Yes, I came by odd bus.

Pass me the globe. I need help.

I get it.

Wonderful.

He got red paper...

Then...

"No more".

You're not eating?

I can't, no flavor.

Doing nothing makes me hungry.

May I?

Thanks.

Been here long?

Ten days.

Where from?

Congo. Brazzaville.

- And you?

- Senegal.

I've been here ten years.

I thought I was safe but...

they caught me.

Dumb, huh?

Yeah, that's dumb.

It took me two years to get here.

I fled the civil war.

I traveled on trucks,

on foot in the desert,

country after country,

to get arrested in the metro. Dumb, huh?

What's your name?

Jonah, like in the Bible.

- And you?

- Samba, like the dance.

Delighted, Samba.

Hello...

I need to see a gentleman

who works in the kitchen,

Lamouna Saw.

- Can you help?

- Yes.

Have a seat. I'll check.

Tell me something.

Had any affairs here?

Yes, I've had some.

Mostly with the police.

There are some cute policewomen.

I've had affairs

but nothing really serious.

There's no time for it.

You work, send money back home

and try not to get caught.

- So you've had nothing.

- I have!

I've had three, four, five...

I've had some, yeah.

I came here to get married.

You did?

Go on. Tell me about it.

We worked together in Spain

in tomato greenhouses.

One morning, there was a police raid.

I ran off to the village to get away.

I ran like crazy.

A door opened, a hand grabbed me...

Her hand!

Her hand, you got it.

We stayed there,

pressed together for hours

among the trashcans.

Tell me what she's like.

Describe her to me.

Beautiful, slim

and tall like those girls

who do fashion shows.

A model, you mean.

A model!

- She's a model?

- Right.

What's her name?

Gracieuse.

Right, Gracieuse...

She knows you're here?

I've no idea.

It's two years since I saw her.

Wait here please.

Lamouna! Someone to see you.

- Chef?

- Go on.

Filed by year since 2004.

Prescriptions, bank letters

and statements.

Very good.

His white shirt.

Plus a T-shirt.

He'll be glad to have that.

He's very fond of it.

I nearly forgot...

I added two macaroons:

vanilla and lime-basil.

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