Traitors Page #2

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No. I'm taking you to a doctor first.

Then I'll get you home.

I know a doctor nearby.

Call the doctor.

He'll be here in a moment.

Not in a moment. Now!

I told you to call him now.

What's your problem?

Here he is.

- Hi.

- Doctor, she fell on her neck.

Okay, come on.

- Did you really fall?

- Yes.

Are you feeling better?

A little.

Tell me, do you have

a driver's license?

I think I might have a job for you.

Just driving a car to the mountains

and back. It's not far.

I don't smoke and I don't drink.

I don't like drugs.

- This is work with cars.

- Give me a break.

You just drive up to my farm,

my people are already there.

Omar will show you everything.

There's another girl...

You drive up there and back.

That's it.

You'll look nice,

a new car, new clothes.

European license plates.

The police will never look at you twice.

And if they question me?

Search me? I go to jail?

What would they find? The car's

empty, only clothes in your suitcase.

I'm not that kind of girl.

I know that.

But I'm talking about real money.

8,000 dirhams, cash,

for one night.

Use your pretty head.

Please let me out here.

You're going to call me, right?

I know you're going to call me.

So how can we raise some money?

I get paid next week.

And Norah is going to sell her laptop.

That will make us 2,500 dirhams.

That's only one day of studio time.

We'll find a solution.

How, Sarah?

How are we going to find

two months of salary in three weeks?

Calm down.

What's your problem?

Take it easy.

F*** take it easy.

Do whatever you want.

This is our chance

and I won't miss it.

Everybody is waiting in this country

and I'm tired of waiting.

Hello? Mom?

FINAL NOTICE BEFORE EVICTION

Malika?

What's up? You okay?

You've been in that drawer again, right?

Not much money these days.

I have to say,

you've always put it back.

What are you going to do about the bank?

The bank sends tough letters,

but they won't take our apartment.

No, Mama.

Sarah's uncle just lost his house.

Why hasn't Dad paid?

You know the garage has been slow.

There's enough work.

What's his problem?

Your father was fine,

until two years ago...

when the bank raised

the monthly payment.

Now, he got lost somewhere.

He goes out, loses money.

I've been paying

for everything for a long time.

- What a hypocrite.

- Don't talk that way about your father.

You're a child.

You don't understand.

You're still defending him.

He's going to put you in the street.

You could leave him.

And Fatima?

We'll work it out.

Don't worry, Mom.

I'm going to take a shower.

I'm exhausted.

I need an advance.

You want to go shopping?

How is everything?

Amal!

Malika.

She's driving.

We'll be in the village in three hours.

Malika, right?

Yes, Malika.

This is the anti-terrorist checkpoint.

Be careful on your way back.

If the cops stop you...

you smile.

You're polite, respectful.

You're in a hurry like everyone else.

I grew up here.

Turn here.

We go up the mountain.

Don't worry about these cops here.

They only check for speeding.

Always stay 10 kilometers

under the speed limit.

Hello?

We're in Bab Berred.

Well, I'm not the one driving.

Darderra roadblock.

The cops look for smugglers.

Omar.

What do you want?

Whatever happened to Angaz?

Who?

The guy we used to work with?

I don't know who you're talking about.

Pull over there please.

What now?

Where are you from?

Tangier.

You're a Tangerine?

Never seen you in the bars or clubs.

No, you haven't.

You better not mess up my game.

What a dump.

Don't be fooled. Half the dope

in Europe comes through here.

Turn here.

Take a turn here and follow him.

Be polite.

They are very nice people.

50 kilos, four boxes.

How much?

How much?

Malika, time to learn.

Take apart that door.

The knife first,

then the screwdriver.

Do it softly.

Good.

Put some tape here.

Good work.

You're a good girl.

I can tell.

Not like the street girls

who come here.

Stop now. Go eat.

- How is the food?

- It's good. Thank you.

Eat hearty, the road is long.

Welcome from your journey, Haj.

That door is packed.

Work on the rest.

There's a mattress

if you want to sleep.

Thanks.

We're not supposed to go out.

Next time,

I'll show you the best view.

Get some sleep,

you have an hour.

Wake up.

I'm awake.

Put on these clothes.

You work on cars like a man.

That's what my dad says.

He never had a son.

Do you have a boyfriend?

Not at the moment.

Why not?

You are pretty enough.

Not my priority.

Priority?

You are funny.

I'll show you my ex-boyfriend.

Look, isn't he cute?

You know where we spent our holidays?

Marbella!

We had an apartment in Casablanca.

I was living with him.

And then?

We started to fight.

He was hitting me too much.

It was partly my fault.

You're better off without him.

No, he was nice.

We had a lot of fun.

Get in the car.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

- Are you tired?

- No, I'm fine.

Look at me.

- Are you sick?

- No, I'm okay.

Listen to me.

Stay on the main road.

Don't stop.

Got me?

Got me?

First, go wash the car.

We'll be right behind you.

Start the engine.

Get out!

What's this? You sniffing?

No, I didn't touch your shipment.

I would never.

You want the dogs to smell you?

Idiot!

If the police stop you,

what do you say? What do you do?

Be polite. Respectful. Smile.

You.

I've got my eye on you.

Get out of here.

I feel bad for you.

- No worries.

- Who is that guy, Haj?

Amal doesn't know anything.

The more you know,

the more problems you have.

- I don't see them.

- They stay two, three kilometers behind.

If we get stopped...

they're not too close.

- They follow us all the way to Tangier?

- All the way to the ferry port.

What ferry port?

Nobody said anything about a ferry!

You think we pack the car like this

to drive to Tangier?

I have to drive this car to Paris.

The Moroccans there

are really f***ed up.

Real gangsters.

Don't worry, Princess Malika...

you're getting out in Tangier.

There's also coke

in this car, isn't there?

The roadblock!

Put on your seat belt.

Good afternoon.

- You weren't wearing your seat belt.

- But I was.

Registration.

Her ID.

We have to get back on the road.

Did you eat something bad?

Are you retarded?

We're gonna go to jail.

Nothing bad happened.

Nothing bad happened?

- Where are you going?

- You're gonna get me thrown in jail.

Me?

Look at you!

What's the matter with me?

Even with those clothes,

you look like a junky street girl!

Sh*t. You all right? Sorry.

We have to go. Now.

The other car is coming.

I tried to get out, once.

I went to the Spanish church in Tangier.

I asked the nuns to help me.

They were nice to me,

told me to come back tomorrow.

The next morning, when I woke up,

there was a metal lock next to my head.

I didn't understand.

I took it when I went back to the nuns.

They saw it and freaked out.

Someone had stolen the lock off

the door of their church during the night.

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