Little Birds

Yeah.

- (MUMBLING) Yeah. - (PANTING)

Trash.

- Cherifa! - You know what?

Please, Mama, I just wanna see her.

You just want to see her.

Well, a lot of people just want to see her.

A lot of people

who pay a lot of money just to see her.

You like rubbish, because you are rubbish.

Yes. (PANTING)

Come here. Come.

Come. You're nothing but trash.

Now you listen to me.

She is not for you.

Do you understand me?

Huh? Do you?

Yeah?

I want to talk to Cherifa.

Please.

Cherifa!

- (GROANING) - Come on, come on. Finish.

- Get out, get out. - Cherifa! Cherifa!

Lucy. Turn it down.

Morning.

Can I have some water, please?

Mmm.

Thank you.

The man is an idiot.

That was my impression too.

Or a genius disguising himself as an idiot.

You think it might be a trap?

Greetings from America.

What do the British want?

The same thing as the Americans.

Morocco for Moroccans.

They've no interest in destabilizing North Africa.

It's a private approach.

Could be.

But I don't even know what they're selling.

I'll do some digging.

Me too.

Mixing business with pleasure?

- (SPEAKING FRENCH) - (CHUCKLES)

It's fine, Hugo.

It's just a lunch.

You're not meeting the girls at the Waldorf.

He's the head of the French protectorate. For God's sake.

I think that you

are just jealous.

Concerned, Lucy.

Concerned is what I am.

About what?

Me making friends?

Of course not. Of course not.

He's an important man, that's all.

Hmm.

I was actually in the middle of discussing something with him.

Really?

I think that's sweet.

What?

I mean, you didn't wanna go at all the other night.

And then you met someone you really like.

I was right. We should go to parties.

Can we promise to always go to parties, Hugo?

You're not understanding me.

There's a certain position we have to maintain.

I'm trying to be a decent husband.

Can you please behave like a wife?

I have to finish dressing.

Like a wife.

Go tell him I'm coming, please.

Can I get you anything?

Thank you, no.

Nice to see you again.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Not at all. You look

exquisite.

Mmm, lovely.

Your car is waiting.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

El Sirocco. One hour.

I'm sorry?

You heard me.

Yes.

There has been an attack in Fez.

Fatalities?

A dozen or so. Mostly Moroccans and some children.

It seems to be the colons.

We should issue a statement.

- Have they claimed the attack? No.

It could have been the nationalists.

They already have denied that it was one of them.

Very well.

The murder of children is not condoned.

A little stronger condemnation might go some way to addressing the outrage.

That's the statement.

Hmm.

Sit down.

You're a pervert, aren't you?

Monsieur?

A pervert. Are you not?

Oh, come on.

There are few secrets in Tangier.

Let me phrase my question better. I know you are a pervert.

My question is what sort of pervert, exactly?

What is it you choose from her menu?

Huh?

What keeps you going back to Cherifa?

Mama's tired.

- (WHIMPERING) - Mmm-hmm.

No. - Yes.

- Yes. - No.

I don't think I can go on any longer.

Please.

- (WHIMPERS) - What did you say?

Huh? Huh?

- You want more. Yeah? - Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

I can't hear what you're saying.

I can't hear what you're saying.

Enunciate!

- (GRUNTING) - (WOMAN GROANING)

How long have you worked here?

For Vaney? Seven years.

He likes to dance.

The other night at the party, he danced.

I've never seen him dance.

You must not go to enough parties. (CHUCKLES)

Your guest, Secretary.

Madame. Monsieur.

Pierre, please.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

Wow. What a place you have here.

It's borrowed.

Oh, really? Yes.

From who?

I thought you might like to try this.

Oh, thank you.

It's from Algeria.

Sante, Lucy.

Sante, Pierre.

- That's lovely. - Not bad.

How does your husband feel about you visiting me?

He wished me luck.

He thought you'd need luck.

Mmm.

Where have you been?

We are so hot.

Maybe Leo wants to cool off.

Get a little wet.

Fetch.

Fetch.

I was tilting back on a little tray chair, as I have always liked to do.

I was tilting back on a little tray chair,

as I have always liked to do.

And I was in perfect balance.

I had a drink in my left hand,

and my revolver in my right.

Don't you think it's about time we did our William Tell act?

Celebrate my return?

She put her glass nonchalantly on the top of her head.

Oh, you're dripping.

Fetch.

I am very good at reading people.

Interrogating people.

I prefer to think of it as a form of psychoanalysis.

Oh, how Freudian.

Do you want me to talk to you about my father?

Do you want to talk about your father?

He's a businessman.

Khalid.

Bring the birds.

Have you ever heard of ortolan?

No.

It is the French delicacy.

It requires an explanation.

The ortolan is a tiny song bird.

No bigger than this.

It could build its nest in the palm of your hand.

Oh. How sweet.