Rock the Kasbah Page #6
just asking for a chance.
Just asking for you
to give her a chance.
If the ulema
doesn't shut us down,
if the ministry of information
doesn't throw me in jail,
there will be
another season, Mr. Lanz.
Call me later.
There is no later for Salima, or for you...
or your country.
If you let this girl
sing on national TV,
if you let the Afghan people
see her courage...
Stop. Stop!
And to hear her voice...
No! You do not lecture me about courage,
about my country.
Never. Never.
Not you. Not an American.
You people. You talk and talk.
Have been talking at us
for far too long.
Courage?
There are more death threats
on this show than singers.
Touch.
Michael Jackson.
Pink Floyd. The Eagles.
The Bee Gees.
Fleetwood Mac.
Miss Whitney Houston.
They're all giants.
Demigods.
They all crushed... crushed
Forty million units.
Now, you work too hard
for me not to say this.
I consider you my new friend
in Afghanistan.
I want you to consider me...
your new partner.
Now, I have an 80-20...
that's been stepped on
by a preexisting 70-30.
But your 15 against my 85...
puts us both in a palace
in the hills, my friend.
And those numbers
can be massaged.
But the first thing...
You got to just
hear the girl sing.
Richie, the judges
want to know...
if Salima will be
only singing in English.
Well, I'm afraid so.
It's a touching story.
She learned from a seriously
wounded American GI...
who was trapped in her village.
As she nursed him back to health,
he taught her one word a day,
until finally,
the music of the West.
None of that's true. I mean,
apparently there was a soldier.
So only Cat Stevens?
And Jimmy Cliff.
She does the Muslim West.
That's it.
[ THEME ]
[ APPLAUSE ]
What?
What'd that twerp say?
Nothing.
I'm gonna go kill him, just in case.
No, Richie.
All right,
when you're done,
I come out,
escort you off the stage.
Richie...
You shrug off the shawl,
stroll back to the mike,
go down, a full knee drop.
Nail that last verse one last time.
Ignore him. You be you.
You look like a lady.
You sing like an angel. It'll be enough.
He's very good.
[ APPLAUSE ]
Okay.
Now's a good time
to be sick.
[ APPLAUSE ]
Okay. Let 'em hear you.
Now that I've lost
everything to you
You say you want to
start something new
And it's breaking my heart
you're leaving
Baby, I'm grieving
But if you wanna leave,
take good care
Hope you have
a lot of nice things to wear
But then a lot of nice things
turn bad out there
Oh, baby, baby,
it's a wild world
It's hard to get by
just upon a smile
Oh, baby, baby,
it's a wild world
like a child, girl
You know, I've seen a lot
of what the world can do
And it's breakin'
my heart in two
Because I never wanna
see you sad, girl
Don't be a bad girl
But if you wanna leave,
take good care
Hope you make a lot
of nice friends out there
But just remember there's a
lot of bad and beware
Oh, baby, baby,
it's a wild world
It's hard to get by
just upon a smile
[ CHATTERING ]
Ooh, baby, baby,
it's a wild world
like a child, girl
Oh, baby, baby,
it's a wild world
It's hard to get by
just upon a smile
[ ENDS ]
[ RICHIE ] Yeah!
[ APPLAUDS ]
Come on!
Whoo!
[ RICHIE ]
Yeah! Come on!
[ MERCI ]
How you feelin', boss?
[ RICHIE ]
They were with her.
I can feel when it's working.
And she had 'em.
They didn't wanna show it,
but she had 'em.
I mean, she was something.
[ SPEAKERS:
She was really something.
What else can a poor boy do?
May I hide from the wind
over here?
[ CHUCKLES ]
[ CONTINUES ]
[ MALE REPORTER SPEAKING DARI ]
We shook hands.
That's a binding contract,
sacred in my world!
Phone calls have been made,
to Dubai!
I've heard the greatest!
I've heard the best!
The way she sang last night,
she could have won it all!
We could have won it all, Dad.
[ DAOUD ] If she goes back
to the village, Richie,
I must remove her name
from the ballot.
[ RICHIE ]
What a beautiful picture.
Miss, would you mind moving?
I'm trying to look at the skyline here.
Thank you.
A**hole.
What time is your flight?
8:
00 to Dubai.Three-hour layover.
And then I got a direct flight to LA.
Gotta sleep.
I was going to tell you.
Really.
When it comes to men,
[ RICHIE ] It wasn't supposed
to end this way.
That girl has talent.
She has the gift.
She has the magic. I know it.
How the hell good am I
if I can't break a talent like that?
Honey, I saw the audience.
They did not dig
singing Cat Stevens in English.
Sweetness and light.
I watched that crowd.
They wanted to go with her.
They were dying to go with her.
They just weren't able
to go with her because it was in public.
I sure do.
So?
So...
daddy bear took her
out of the show, and she quit.
Quit? You quit. It was that easy
for you to walk away.
First little bump in the road,
and Mr. Richie's just giving up,
slinking back to his
little Van Nuys world.
I don't think you know
quite what you're talking about.
Nah. I don't know sh*t.
I know, 'cause my daddy
told me that.
"Merci, just shut up.
Put on a tube top.
Go find yourself a rich man
while you still can."
And for a long time, too long,
I believed him.
But you know what,
Richie?
I am not dumb.
I'm gonna walk out of here
with a serious nest egg...
and open my own
Richie Lanz,
I fought to be a winner,
and I do not have time
for quitters and losers.
I am not a loser.
I am a quitter.
If you really know talent,
and you really know that Salima's
gonna win her way into the next round,
then do something.
Figure something out, man.
I don't know.
But win, goddamn it.
God, you are really crazy about me,
aren't you?
I am your partner with this girl,
but I bet on you, Richie.
Not her. You.
And you better
deliver me my 30%.
I got an idea.
Of course you do, hon.
It's a million-to-one shot.
But so...
were the Bay City Rollers.
Hey. As-salaam alaikum.
Alaikum salaam.
What do you say we keep
Salima on the ballot?
What?
Well, who actually knows that she quit?
I mean, officially.
I know.
My staff knows.
Okay, but they don't know,
right?
On TV last night...
there was her name on the ballot
with a phone number to call. Yes.
You know, if you haven't officially
removed her from the ballot, don't.
She's risked her life.
Come on.
It'd be great for her village,
for her family, for her people,
the nation, the world,
women everywhere.
Maybe.
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