Welcome

London, February 13th, 2008

It's Bilal.

I'm in France at last, in Calais. Is Mina there?

No, she's in class.

Until when?

When is Mina through?

- About 5:00. - At 5:00.

Hello, son.

Mirko?

Mirko?

I can't talk. My dad's here.

I'll call her later.

Not here. Call my cell phone.

No, she doesn't have one.

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506...

- Mm-hmm. - 759.

Okay, tell your sister I'm in Calais.

I'll get a boat tonight or tomorrow.

I'll be in London tomorrow.

Okay, but don't call here again!

Just tell her that.

Okay. Bye.

- Did you buy bread? - I forgot.

Who was that?

Just a friend.

Excuse me!

Where's the harbor entrance?

Afghanistan. Don't understand.

Did the queen invite you?

Go first class, it's better!

Not too cold?

Cool it!

Go to the back of the line!

You stay in line! Please!

- Where are you going? - Zoran?

- Go to the back! - I don't care!

- He's from Mosul. - Tough!

He's a friend, Koban!

- What are you doing here? - And you?

Your mom said you were in London

and doing fine.

I didn't want to worry her.

How long have you been here?

Huh?

10 weeks.

Me, three months.

- Have you money for a handler? - I hold on under the trucks.

I don't need a handler.

Here the dogs will get you. You need a handler here.

- How much? - 500.

Euros?

- Just to ride in a truck? - Yes.

I'm skint. Lend me the money. I'll pay you back in London.

What about trains? The tunnel?

I can hang on under the train. I did in Albania!

Trains here do 160.

Everyone who tried it got crushed.

Hello.

- How are you? - Thanks.

- And boats? - What boats?

Fishing boats, sailing boats...

can't we steal one?

Too many cops, all the boats are padlocked.

The handlers are the only option.

I'm 50 euros short. I'll pay you back in London too.

Well?

Lend me the money?

We go tomorrow?

I'll see. I'll pay you back, honest.

Is there a phone anywhere?

Aran. Aran!

- Where to? - England!

One minute: 10 euros.

The Pizzzza Hut are looking for bikers.

You don't know London well enough.

Sure I do.

How would you go to Osborne Road?

I'd look at the map.

You need the map in your head.

I'd manage. Better than washing dishes.

Eat up your meat.

Who's speaking?

Mirko... Bilal.

Can't we eat in peace?

I told you not to call here!

No answer on your cell phone. Is Mina there?

She can't talk to you. My dad's here.

Would you like some?

You too?

Who's Bilal?

A friend.

Who is he?

- Huh? - The Kayanis's son.

What does he want?

Breathe through the hole because of the CO.

When I say so, stop breathing and hide.

Put this over your head.

Shut up!

I'm staying here. I'll sleep.

Quick!

Hurry!

Hurry up.

Go on!

Move!

You all right?

I've hurt myself.

Put the bag over your head!

Put it on! Hurry up!

Get down, quick!

Come down!

Quick!

Quick!

Put it on.

Hurry up!

You'll fuck us all up!

Put it on!

Tighter!

Pilsen, Czzechoslovakia.

What's up? Put it on, damn you!

People in here!

Hey! People here!

This'll cost you! Open the door.

Where's your buddy?

Shit!

Fucking bastard!

Koban, stop it!

Everybody out!

Move it! Get out!

Eyazz? Eyazz!

Eyazz? Eyazz!

It's all your fault, asshole!

Eyazz!

Psst! You owe me 500 euros.

Quiet!

Back off.

I'll kill him.

"Kayani...

Bilal, lraq.

December 8th, '91."

812.

Who's this? Girlfriend?

Answer. Your girlfriend?

- Tasty! - 625 euros 40 cents--

a newcomer!

Cut it out!

- Let go. Let go! - Stop it, Francis.

- There you go. - That's enough. Next.

Put that away.

- Let's go. - Beat it.

Next case: "Kayani, Bilal:

born December 8th, '91, Mosul, lraq;

entered the territory illegally,

arrested 1 5th February

trying to enter the U.K."

Do you acknowledge the charges?

As a person from a war-torn country,

you will not be returned to your border.

But you must know that strict measures

have been taken to send people like you home.

Have I made myself clear?

As you have no past record, I won't place you in detention,

but I don't want to see you again.

Whatever you heard, you cannot go to England.

That's over. Go home,

or you'll be in big trouble.

May I point out that this boy is under 18?

He's eligible for a place in a hostel.

He has no desire to go to a hostel.

Let's not waste time. Next case.

Next case: Bafaoua, Malouman...

Calais is there, yes.

Go on, stretch your legs.

There! That's the way.

Like a frog.

Don't hold the rope!

Let go of the rope!

Come on, bring your legs together.

Bend and stretch and together.

Bend and stretch, then squeezze together.

There! One more length.

Easy does it.

Yes?

What?

No, not now.

It's cool?

You still owe me 500 euros.

- Let me go! - Like shit I will!

Piss off!

I want it tomorrow or I'll destroy you!

When I left lraq...

the Turkish Army caught me.

They tied my hands and put a black bag over my head.

And they left the bag on me for eight days.

You've washed?

Huh?

Soap! Where did you wash?