The first 200 lines.
Cop stops you at a roadblock Takes all your papers away
Give him license registration Want ’em back, now you gotta pay
Son of a General, speeding drunk in his Porsche Cayenne
Hit a farmer on the highway Push the speed, two hundred and ten
I’m so bored with Morocco
But what can I do?
Maghrib nouveaux riches: Just a bunch of fucking hoods
Village in a forest, kick the people out Cut it down and sell the wood
Down the alley come four police Beat you here or at the station
Next day body parts on the ground Or you’re gone to your final destination
It should be faster, come on.
Norah, get into it. Punk rock, okay?
Don’t let it drag.
Are you ready? Sarah, Bonnie, Basma?
Let’s go. One, two, three.
Maghrib politicians Here comes election day
Slogans lies empty promises Don’t believe a word they say
What a country: Sun, Sea and Sand And all of us burning to get out
Émigré washed up on the coast of Spain Or in prison cause he got sold out
Fatima?
Malika? What are you doing here?
Why are you out so late?
Waiting for the bus.
Come on, get in.
We’ll give you a ride home.
Morocco’s rich now let’s go spend 2 billion Euros on a high speed train
Meanwhile in the ghetto People have nothing to eat
More, more.
Welcome to our hospital Don’t even have antiseptic
You walk in sick or wounded They carry you out to the funeral home
Shit, the cops.
Turn everything off now!
Calm down, be cool.
Good evening, papers please.
Basma, deal with him.
There goes the rest of our money.
Malika, will you take me to a real concert sometime?
Insha’Allah. But listen, about what you saw tonight...
I won’t say anything, don’t worry.
Can you make money from doing music?
If you’re good enough...
and work your ass off...
and are lucky.
Even then, 99 musicians out of a hundred fail.
You’re going away, aren’t you?
That’s what your video is for, right? Leaving.
You know, we sent some songs to this producer.
If she likes it... we might go make an album. Go on tour.
If you leave, you won’t come back.
Slow down.
I don’t have a ticket anywhere! I said “if” the producer likes the songs.
If you leave, you won’t come back.
Good morning.
Where were you two last night? I don’t want to hear a lie.
Well, I found her at the bus stop.
I had to work late, I couldn’t pick her up.
Good-bye.
Sir, this is Caroline from Francecom. I am calling you with an exceptional offer.
It’s a holiday package with–
I understand, sir, but the offer is available for 18 months.
Yes, my name is Caroline.
Accent? Which accent?
You have an accent too. I think it’s from the south of France, right?
You donkey.
Let’s go, Missy.
There are 250 other Carolines like you waiting for your job.
- Fired? - Yep.
Fucking Frenchy asshole!
Don’t be a racist.
Let’s sweeten the deal a little.
Watch my back.
See you at practice.
What?
It’s Jade. She wants to meet me.
Awesome!
Calm down.
- So what are you doing? Call her! - She wants to meet tonight.
Call her now!
Malika? Good evening!
- I’m pleased to meet you. - Me too.
I really liked “I’m so bored with Morocco.”
It’s really good.
There’s a political punch.
Old school. I love it.
Thanks.
You a fan of Joe Strummer?
Yes.
Well, you have one thing in common with him:
you both sing like crap.
It’s a joke!
Listen, I’m going to London.
I will be back in two weeks.
And then we’ll try to record a demo together.
Okay?
You’re The Traitors, right?
Just Traitors.
Reserve the Studio Alpha in Casablanca from the 25th to the 30th.
Talk to Hicham, tell him I sent you.
We have to pay for those five days?
Of course, it’s your demo.
You want to produce us but we have to pay?
I am a producer, not an ATM.
- Hi, Malika. How are you? - Got some work for me, by any chance?
- Sorry, nothing now. - Thank you.
How are you, Dad?
I’m okay.
I would like to come working for three weeks.
Not like last time. I’ll work really hard.
What happened to your office job?
It dried up.
Is that a new battery?
You want money to go singing and dancing with those street girls, right?
Dad, please don’t start.
You’re 25. No job, no husband.
And you stay out until God knows what time.
- You know what people say about me? - I can move out anytime you want.
Hey! Bring that part.
Not this. The other one.
Can’t you see what I’m working on?
You’re not moving anywhere till you get married.
But who wants to marry a girl who wears jeans...
with dirty fingernails.
Not even a butcher wants to marry you!
- Where’s your boss? - He’s not here. It’s closing time.
It’s running bad, huh?
Is the motor weak when you’re going uphill?
Open the hood.
Khalil, bring the water.
You’ve got a problem with the pressure screw.
I can fix it. 500 dirhams.
500? A new one costs only 50.
Order it from Casablanca and see if you can get it in 10 days.
Fix it.
Come back in four hours.
Give me your phone.
Call me when you’re done.
Khalil, 24 socket wrench.
Have you finished?
- It’s ready. - Is it working?
Try it if you want.
Omar.
You’re a little badass.
Too bad you dress like a boy.
Thanks.
Those guys are in the hash business.
Forget what you’ve seen.
Okay, take me downtown, please.
Hey, Bonny.
He said no? Listen: no money, no studio.
Yeah, okay, I’ll find us the money.
I’ll find the money.
All right. Bye.
I’m finishing work, and you girls are just starting...
Hey, baby. I’m so cold and you’re so hot.
You’re a dirty girl, dirty!
Next time I’ll kick your ass.
Hey, Malika.
How’s it going?
Fine, and you?
You know, same old shit.
To what do I owe the pleasure? You want something?
Yeah, I need the money you borrowed.
Truth is, I just don’t have it right now.
Come on, Jihan. I really need that money. Please.
Look, wait five minutes, I’ll get dressed and we’ll go get your money, okay?
Okay, I’ll wait. Don’t take too long.
- Want a Red Bull? Vodka? - No thanks.
- I hate clubs. - Go in, it’s not going to kill you.
See, Adil’s here. I’ll get you your money.
What can I get you?
A Coke.
Hello.
Hi.
What are you thinking about?
I’m thinking about a whiskey.
A Johnny Red for the lady.
Where are you from, beautiful?
From Donkeyville.
That’s in the South, right?
You seem lonely.
Very lonely.
I could keep you company.
Yes? I’m listening.
You want to?
Depends how much.
2,000 for the whole night.
I’ll give you 1600, and I don’t pay the room or anybody else.
But you do everything I say.
You seem so nice. So, yes.
You can wait for me outside the door.
And... I have to give 1000 to the club before I leave.
And the 600 afterwards.
See you outside.
- Bitch! Damn it! - Scumbag!
What did you do with my money? Give me back my money.
Police.
You come with me. You two get lost.
She stole my money.
- Where are you taking me? - Relax.
Garage Girl! Who are those foreign assholes?
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