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This film contains strong language and some
scenes which some viewers may find upsetting
I was 14 years old. I live in a
tiny farming area called Nuristan.
The men came to our house.
They grab my brother by the hair
and drag him onto the street.
I hold my sisters back and
try and cover their eyes.
They tie my brother's hands
behind his back and to his feet,
like we do with goats for slaughter.
My father, he just... cries.
I only see my brother's head pulled back
so his neck looks white and soft.
CAMERAS CLICK
They say it is me next.
When we all leave for
the border in Turkey...
...we are shot at by the guards.
Some people are injured or die.
On the boat to Italy, I
remember counting the people.
There are 19 left.
We started with 31.
Finally, I end up in Oxford.
I thought this was centre of England
because this is where
your words come from...
- LAUGHTER.
- ..Well, dictionary.
That is my story. Thank you.
'My story.
'I tell it over and over again,
'until its meaning is lost.
'It's all that stops me
'from being sent back to a
place worse than hell.'
That story, ladies and gentlemen,
was not believed.
And so now Omar faces removal
if his appeal fails next week.
Thank you.
'We are all in this together...
'..but not all of us will be believed.'
BOYS CHA - Hey! - Hey, Omar! - Are you OK?
- Yeah, I'm fine. Come in! - Good, good.
- You all right?
- Hi, Chloe.
- Hiya!
- Come on.
Hey, man, you OK?
- Morning.
- Hello, Mr Nigel. - Morning.
- Morning, Mr Nigel.
- Morning.
- Morning. - Hello.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, sir.
- Good morning.
- Good morning. - Good morning, Mr Nigel.
- Good morning, Alpha.
Good morning, Omar.
Omar, here's your book.
Hey, bro, you got a pen on you?
Thanks, man.
Five Names. Is this you? Is this you?
OK, OK.
- So, welcome, everybody. Good morning.
- Good morning.
This morning, we have a few new faces.
- Faces.
- Faces.
- LAUGHTER.
Right, er...
Those glasses make you look like Malcolm X.
Thank you, Mr Nigel.
These glasses use a holographic film
- that creates an effect like a dispersive prism.
- Ah! Thank you, Alpha.
So, some of the new faces.
Who have we got? Ah, Umi.
Umi? Am I saying that right?
Umi, where are you from?
Which country are you from?
Which country?
No?
What's your name?
Name?
My name is Nigel.
Nigel. What's your name?
- Zizidi.
- And where are you from, Zizidi? Nigeria?
No, no, no, not Nigeria.
- Guinea.
- Guinea. You don't like Nigeria?
SHE SPEAKS IN HER OWN LANGUAGE
She says that Nigerians think
they're kings of Africa.
SHE SPEAKS IN HER OWN LANGUAGE
She says that we have more cows, more gold
and the most beautiful women.
More beautiful women.
More beautiful women, you hear that, Umi?
Not in Nigeria. Is that true?
OK, so, Omar, why don't you tell us
about what you did in the break?
Well, Mr Nigel, Five Names and me
went skiing on the Costa Brava,
then flew off in a private jet
to the Riviera for a spot of wine-tasting.
- Wine-tasting?
- Mm-hm.
Then on our way back, all chilled,
they came out of nowhere - the Feds.
Then they handcuffed us
and dragged us away.
DOOR OPENS
Ah! Welcome, welcome. Another new addition.
You must be Abdul?
Abdul, yes? Yes?
Where are you from, Abdul?
Where are you from?
He says he's from Nigeria.
- LAUGHTER.
- Thank you.
Well, I'm going to take a lucky guess
and say you're from Afghanistan.
OK, so can you show me where
Afghanistan is on the map?
If you look at the map, can you
tell me where Afghanistan is?
He doesn't know where Afghanistan
is on the map, Uncle.
He's a farmer's boy, never seen a
map of the world, probably. - OK, OK.
So, Abdul, can you write your name?
Follow me.
Here's the board. Can you
write your name? Your name.
HE SPEAKS IN HIS OWN LANGUAGE
- I will help, Mr Nigel.
- Thank you, Omar.
OK, so while they do that,
I'd like everyone to take
their workbooks out, please,
and today, we will look
at the subject of tenses.
Tenses - the past, the
present and the future.
The past, the present and the future.
Today, we're going to look at
the past so find a seat, Abdul.
OMAR SPEAKS TO ABDUL IN HIS OWN LANGUAGE
OK, so the past, the present and future.
What defines the past?
- You cannot get rid of it, Mr Nigel.
- You cannot get rid of it. Good!
It's part of you.
Part of your history.
Yes, the past is all the
actions that have happened.
I tell you what, this war
carries on much longer,
we'll have to get a bigger map!
Maybe.
Other way up. Other way up.
Like that. Thank you.
Stare into the camera for me, please.
No smiling.
Stand straight, no smiling.
No smiling. Stand straight, no smiling.
FGM is recognised as persecution
under human rights law
so we've got a pretty strong case.
Where are you from?
INTERPRETER TRANSLATES
- Nuristan.
- Microphone, please.
INTERPRETER TRANSLATES
- Nuristan.
- Erm, he says that he's from Nuristan in Afghanistan,
but I think he could be from Pakistan.
I see that, as a minor, you have
been placed in a foster home.
Is that right?
Please answer clearly so
that I can make a note.
You do understand the
purpose of this interview
- is to establish your right to asylum, don't you?
- Yes.
What problems did you experience in Guinea?
I experience sexual abuse,
forced marriage, circumcision...
...miscarriage and beating.
SHE COUGHS
Can you be more precise?
I was raped by three people in the house.
Ruba...
...his brother...
and another man who came to
the house to learn the Koran.
SHE COUGHS
How old were you at that time?
I was 12.
Did you tell anyone about this abuse?
- Would you like to take a break?
- No!
Moist hands.
No eye contact.
Stand up. INTERPRETER TRANSLATES.
Stand next to him.
About 5' 7 ", 5' 8".
You'll receive a letter with an
appointment to see Social Services.
They will carry out an age assessment.
INTERPRETER TRANSLATES
Here is a list of solicitors
and a map of how to get here.
We're done. You can leave.
INTERPRETER TRANSLATES.
DANCE MUSIC BLARES
- Rafi, man? - Rafi?
- Come on, we thought it might be good for you, you know.
- Go down the park, have a few laughs.
- I don't come! - Oh, Rafi!
The Feds won't recognise you, man.
Dress how you like.
We are going Bollywood-style,
man, your favourite.
You go as a gangster, innit? The
bad boy all the girls love.
- Do not say to me. I don't come.
- Oh, Rafi, please.
Rafi, it's good, you will like it.
I don't come, that's it.
Rafi!
Rafi, of course it's safe!
I'll look after you.
Another raghead.
Assalaamu Alaikum.
You guys know each other from back home?
You are all my brothers, eh? Mmm?
DOOR OPENS
I will come. THEY CHEER.
- Rafi...
- Rafi? Where's he going?
Omar.
MUSIC SEEPS FROM HEADPHONES
Stinks in here.
Sorry?
Div!
DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES
RECEDING FOOTSTEPS
I suffer you in my arms
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
- Hey, Chloe!
- LAUGHTER.
Take a picture for back home.
- Alpha! - Wait, what? - Move over.
- No, no, no, no, stop. I didn't ask...
- This is not a family photo!
- Right, cheese! - Wait, wait, wait!
- Oh, Rafi, what are you doing?
- Again. - Abdul!
Hey, introduce yourselves, idiots.
Give me the phone!
LAUGHTER
- What did he say?
- The beautiful girl is Chloe.
Ooooh!
- What the hell is this?
- Diwali!
It represents the triumph
of good over evil.
Papers, please.
- Papers, please, young man.
- Sorry?
Papers, please. Thank you very much.
- Can I see your papers, please?
- I haven't done anything, Officer.
I know. Can I have your name?
Can I have your name, please?
- My name is Rafi.
- Your full name and your address?
THEY ARGUE
- I'm talking to your friend, all right?
- I haven't done anything!
The sooner you let him do his job, the
sooner you can all be on your way.
Have you got anything
that you shouldn't have?
- No, I don't have anything.
- Nothing at all?
Stand aside, please, sir.
Stand aside, please.
Can you just stand aside, please?
- We're talking to him.
- Rafi, go!
Go, Rafi, go!
- Go, Rafi, run! Go, Rafi!
- Go, Rafi!
- Fuck!
- Fucking hell, man! Shit!
Fuck, man!
- What the fuck is wrong with you, man? Fucking dickheads!
- Fuck you!
Where are you taking him, eh?
Rafi, man, we'll get you out, don't worry.
I'll call your caseworker.
BELL RINGS
I'm next.
Then you...
then you.
You a Fed?
Fuck...
Omar, where you get this laptop from, bro?
So shit, man.
I can't even remember what the
fuck I said in my statement.
It was like two years ago, bro.
Look, just tell them a good
story, that's all I'm saying.
- It's all about what you say and...
- Who you say it to. - Yes, bro.
- We need to find somewhere more dangerous than Nuristan.
- Peckham!
Look, bro, they can't send you back.
You've got options. Check it out.
Look, Gereshk Valley, Helmand Province.
Danger there, man.
All kinds of shit going off. Death Valley!
But you need to nail it, every detail.
You can't appeal based on a
well-founded fear of persecution
cos your father was involved
in a dispute over land.
But the fact that the Home Office have
taken so long to review your case
means we should apply under Article
8 of the Human Rights Act -
the right to respect of
private and family life.
OK.
You've been here a long
time - established a life.
Let's review your case. Which
province are you from again?
I say I was from Nuristan, but
actually I'm from Gereshk Valley.
Well, that makes sense. It helps.
It's on the list of no-go areas.
Why did you say you were from
Nuristan in your screening interview?
Maybe the people who got you in
told you it was better to say that.
You were 15...traumatised.
- Maybe.
- Definitely.
I was 15 and I was traumatised.
You'll need a suit.
Omar, bro! It's jihad time, man!
Life in the UK - question number one.
First to Alpha.
When was the Queen born?
- She was born April 21st, 1926.
- Mm-hm.
She also has a birthday in June.
- Only the Queen of England has two birthdays.
- No! - Are you mad? Look!
- What? - Look at this.
- Home Office birthdays, bro. What is this?
- Booyah!
- Oh-h, that's right. We also have two birthdays.
That means we are like royalty!
- Omar, same question.
- Hey, King Omar, eh?
Sorry, Your Royal fucking Highness.
How old is HRH Queen Elizabeth whatever?
I would never comment on a lady's age.
White girls, mmm!
LAUGHTER
War, huh, ooh-yeah
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing!
- Boys, boys, get your stuff.
- Girls, get your stuff in the coach. - Listen!
- Just get here... just get here. The bags are on the bus.
- Queue up. Keep a watch of the bags here.
I'm not hassling you, I'm telling you that
the coach is here. You need to get here.
You're late, you can get to the back.
No, no, no, no, mostly everyone's here.
Nigel! Nigel, can you get off the
phone and sort this ticket, please?
Boys, come on!
- Boys, come on, please.
- All right?
Yeah, everything's fine.
- Come on, boys.
- Come on, come on!
THEY SING IN THEIR OWN LANGUAGE
Where we come from, everyone
in uniform is an enemy.
Yes.
Yes, of course, thank you.
THEY CHEER AND SING
THEY CONTINUE TO SING
Abdul, come here.
THEY LAUGH
A reservoir. That is not a natural
lake, that is a reservoir, man-made.
It is a man-made lake. It is
not actually a natural lake.
- What do you mean?
- Man-made.
Dug a big hole, put the water in,
because that water goes to
England, comes out of the tap.
It's true. Have a look.
AMINA CHATS
Take a seat.
Are you OK?
What are you thinking about?
Hmm? What are you thinking about?
THUNDER RUMBLES
Oh, my God! Let me see your hands.
You have got a really
long lifeline, you know.
Let's see.
Do you want me to read your palm?
OK.
So you are going to travel the world, yes.
You're going to go to Egypt
and you're going to meet a nice
man called Havi, who's Chinese.
THEY GIGGLE
And then you are going to
move into his castle, yeah?
Oh, no!
Havi is going to fall off a
cliff, he is going to die.
But it's all right. Because you are going to
get all his money and you're going to be rich,
like really, really, really rich.
Hurry up.
Right.
Sorry, can you just...?
Right. Let's see.
Ugh, what is that mole from?
- Oh, my days! - What?
- Oh, my God, look at that!
- Right. - Close your hand.
- Will I have a big house?
No, you are going to have loads of babies.
What?
What's the matter?
I have had three.
I can't have any more.
I need speak.
Do you need your caseworker?
I will go and fetch her.
I need speak you, Mr Nigel.
I need speak about me.
Need help, Uncle?
No, I think we will manage.
To translate.
That's kind of you to offer, Omar.
Thank you.
Can you hold the door? That's it.
Right. Over there, over there. Over there.
THEY WHOOP
- All right, Chloe.
- Yeah.
THEY CALL OUT IN THEIR OWN LANGUAGE
Boys, save your energy! Boys!
- Take in where you are.
- It's amazing.
That is where we are climbing
up to, the top over there.
Abdul!
No, no, no!
Come back down, you have plenty
of time to climb. Stay with us.
AEROPLANE ROARS OVERHEAD
Most people are never prepared
for the mountain climb.
Last year,
there were over 200 accidents
that happened on these mountains.
They failed to take steps to master
the basics of good navigation.
That is why I have my compass,
so I will never get lost.
- The mist's coming down, that's all. Just a bit of mist.
- Yeah, yeah.
- We're not going to be safe up there.
- We will be safe, we will be safe.
SPEAKING IN DISTANCE
Just do this. Do this with your feet.
Run up and down.
OK. How are you feeling?
- Your hands warm? - Yes.
- Ears warm? - Can we go back now?
Well, it is getting a bit...
THUNDER RUMBLES
- Do you think we could go to the next ridge, yeah?
- No.
Nigel! We are going to go back!
OK!
OK.
Ready? Am I in shot?
- Yeah.
- Yeah? Come on, let me see. Wait.
THUNDER RUMBLES
- Omar? Where are you? I can't see.
- I think we should head back now.
Are you scared?
No, no, it just doesn't seem like a
very good idea to go much further.
Omar!
This way.
See you later, Mr Nigel. I am not a child.
I can take care of myself.
It certainly will be the case, but
while you are on a children's
residential trip, we will stick
to the rules and stay together.
Thank you.
What has got into you?
Hey, where is the farm boy?
Head count!
One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight...
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...
Fucking...
Right, here is what we are going to do.
Omar, I would like you to take this group.
- Follow the path all the way down to Amina.
- Alpha can do this.
I will go with you and search for Abdul.
It is better like this. OK?
We have 2,000 feet to descend.
It will take us over an hour if we walk at 3mph.
So come, let's go.
Stay with Alpha. And follow the path!
Take care, Mr Nigel.
You go this way, I go this way. We
keep in touch by shouting. - Right...
- Abdul!
- Abdul!
Abdul! Abdul!
NIGEL CONTINUES TO SHOU Yah! SHEEP BLEAT.
THUNDER RUMBLES
Abdul! Abdul!
THEY PAN HE SPEAKS HIS OWN LANGUAGE
TALKING ON RADIO
THEY CHEER
Abdul? - He is very tired, innit? Alpha?
It's OK, just leave him, he's very tired.
Let him rest.
DRUMMING
SHOUTING AND ULULATING
RHYTHMIC SHOUTING AND CHANTING
Abdul! Abdul! Abdul! Abdul!
Abdul, Abdul, Abdul!
Abdul! Abdul! Abdul! Abdul!
SHE SCREAMS
Abdul!
Amina!
- Get out the way.
- Abdul!
Abdul!
- How long has she been here?
- A few months, we think.
We are not sure.
Can you take your top off, please?
It's OK.
OK. It's OK. Get down.
SHE WINCES
There has been some sort
of operation on her womb.
I need to call the hospital.
You can get up now.
- All right, baby.
- Gently.
That's it.
What are those?
Cigarettes.
Cigarettes.
SHE SPEAKS HER OWN LANGUAGE
Her husband...
and his friends.
Abdul!
Bus! Now!
What is the minimum age for buying
alcohol and smoking tobacco?
Ah, yes. 18 years old.
And also for buying nice fireworks
and renting pornography. And
for staying in the country.
OK.
Sir?
Is Zizidi OK?
She'll be fine.
Don't worry.
Yes.
Presumably you have developed
hair around the groin area
and under the arms?
- Uh-huh.
- Yes.
OK.
Um... any wisdom teeth
coming through at the back?
- I don't know.
- OK.
Um...
...open the mouth.
OK.
Please.
You're fine, sir.
Got something in your pocket there, mate.
- Tie.
- Just take it out, please.
Yeah, OK.
Breathe in, breathe out. What's
the worst that can happen?
Don't answer that.
In your first statement, you
said you were from Nuristan.
Is that correct?
Say yes, don't nod.
Yes.
And then you said you are from Kabul.
Yes.
But now you say you are from the
Gereshk Valley in Helmand Province.
Can I answer in English, sir?
The court-appointed interpreter
is there to assist you.
If you want us to dismiss him, we can,
but I would think carefully
before making this decision.
Omar,
you have changed your story so many times,
I'm struggling to keep up with you.
Just remind me, where you are from today?
Sir, we are defending Omar under Article 8.
It is contended by my client that he
should be granted leave to remain
based on his established private
and family life in the UK.
He has not been to school
here, he has no job.
He was head boy in his madrasa.
Ms Ramires, I'm finding it difficult to understand why
the appellant would not be
an asset to Afghanistan.
May we call on our witness statements.
Bundle 254 DC, your honour?
- Are the witnesses here?
- Yes, your honour.
His girlfriend and his teacher
from somewhere called Paradise.
How long have you been courting?
- What?
- Going out, dating. Together.
- Um... about a year.
- A whole year, that long?
- How many relationships have you had, Chloe?
- Your honour...?
This appears to be an
irrelevant line of questioning.
What languages does Omar speak?
- Afghani and English.
- Afghani? That is a currency, but never mind.
Would you be prepared live with him
if he was returned to Afghanistan?
What, move out of East London?
- No more questions, your honour.
- Any questions, Ms Ramires?
Shall we move on to our last witness?
Nigel Hapgood, please stand.
State your relationship to the appellant.
Omar is part of my family.
He has lived with me since Christmas.
Christmas last year.
His possessions are scattered
throughout my house,
integrated with my life.
So... we share our stuff.
We talk of "our house", "our car".
He knows I get irritated with his
unpunctuality, his dirty clothes.
And... well, we have developed
this game with our loose change.
Whoever leaves it on the table
by the phone has to replace
the smaller denominations
with higher nominations.
So a 5p gets replaced with a 10p,
a 20p with a 50, 50 with 1.
Inevitably these transactions
leave me out of pocket.
Perhaps the highlight of my
day are the dinners we share
where we discuss what has happened to us.
Um... Omar calls me Home Office,
because I ask so many questions.
Too many questions.
So, if this boy is not integrated
with British society...
...well, then, neither am I.
INTERPRETER TRANSLATES
The appellant has relied
on Article 8 of the ECHR,
which I will consider in my judgment.
I recall a House of Lords
decision that stated that
human beings are social
animals, they depend on others.
Their family or extended
family is the group
on which many people most heavily depend...
VOICE FADES AWAY
THEY SPEAK THEIR OWN LANGUAGE
- Thanks for coming, Chloe.
- That's all right. It was exciting.
Ain't got a clue what anyone
was on about, though.
- Respect, Uncle Nigel.
- Thank you.
- OK, Omar?
- Thank you.
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
- So what now, Uncle?
Evening, guys.
TV ON IN BACKGROUND
- Right, I'll leave you to say your goodbyes. All this?
- Er, yes.
Cheerio.
'John Terry.
'Here is Essien.'
Oh! Hold that for a second.
'There are not many who
play in midfield like him.'
Abdul!
- Abdul!
- KNOCKING.
Call me, yeah?
CAR DOORS CLOSE
DOGS BARK
CAR ENGINE STARTS
Ready?
Ready.
- You got everything you need?
- Mm-hm.
DANCE MUSIC IN BACKGROUND
Whoa, whoa, whoa! You're not wearing that.
- What is wrong?
- It is rank.
- Get this on.
- OK.
Big bum.
SHE CHUCKLES
- Do you like it?
- Yes, it looks nice.
Do your hair.
- I am not coming.
- What?
Why not?
Whatever.
That is the attitude, girl.
Let's have a drink.
Oh, don't worry about that.
Don't have to do that here.
This is my son, Toby.
VIDEO GAME PLAYS IN BACKGROUND
Omar, Toby. Toby, Omar.
Pleased to meet you.
They don't teach them manners at his college.
Let me show you upstairs.
- This game is called, I Have Never, Ever, Ever. Right?
- Never ever, ever.
Yeah. It goes like this.
I have never, ever, ever,
ever, ever kissed a boy.
- If you have, drink.
- OK.
If you haven't, don't.
Right.
You go first.
I have never, ever smoked.
SHE COUGHS
I have never, never ever, ever...
kissed a girl.
Ah!
I have never ever had boyfriend.
- What? You ain't had a boyfriend?
- No.
Chloe, I can't do it.
Are you joking? What is that?
- Walk...
- Don't laugh at me.
Just walk normal. Walk normal.
Put your back straight.
That's it.
Boy, she brushes up well.
Chloe, I thought you was bringing Zizidi...
...but you brought an uber-babe instead.
MUSIC BLARES
CHEERING
I am an African.
I can't dance to this.
Let me show you one move.
- All right. Sure.
- You put your hand on top.
And you go like that.
You got to pump it.
You go faster.
How are you sleeping?
MAN TRANSLATES
They're trying to help.
Abdul, the doctor just wants
to know what's wrong.
Talk to them.
MAN TRANSLATES
I see bad things.
Moussa's head.
Who's Moussa?
HE TRANSLATES
Moussa is my uncle.
Taliban, in the bakery, cut of
his head and showed it to me
and then they took me with them.
Do you see things when you are awake?
HE TRANSLATES
HE SPEAKS IN HIS OWN LANGUAGE
They cut Moussa like
that, just like a goat.
A lot of them do that.
What?
Act. Pretend to have PTSD.
So they get their papers quicker.
Abdul!
Argh!
Argh!
Argh!
SHE CONTINUES SCREAMING
Where's Jesus?
- What?
- He said he's not doing it.
Please. This is your mother speaking.
You must obey me.
We'll go without him.
The Three Wise Men were swift, quick...
Hand of God. Nigel! Nigel! The Hand of God.
You're the Hand of God.
Sorry. Yup.
I grant you Mary, Joseph and Jesus.
- Omar? - Yeah.
- The Hand of God is stuck.
- Well, fix the hand and go again.
- What?
Let's fix the hand and go again.
Right you are.
Omar, can I borrow Zizidi, please?
What! No!
Omar, I'd just like a moment with Zizidi.
Thank you.
- Be quick.
- Sure.
Try and carry on without me.
My wife, the Virgin Mary, leaves.
Shame on Virgin Mary.
LAUGHTER
- Immaculate conception.
- What's immaculate?
Getting pregnant by magic.
It's a fairly loose interpretation.
- She has a baby without having sex.
- Yes.
- That is whack.
- It is true.
And it's a good story.
Yes, and it's the sort of story that
even the Home Office might believe.
This is just the start of a
long process, all right?
Take this, have a read
and have a think about it.
Read it again.
Please.
"In the light of all the
evidence available to him
"the Secretary of State is not
satisfied that you have established
"a well-founded fear of
persecution in Guinea
"because of race, religion,
"nationality or membership
of a political social group
"or because of political opinion."
And yours is a domestic grievance.
"Your application is therefore refused
"to under paragraph 336
of HC395 as amended."
Darling, I'm so sorry.
SHE SCREAMS
What happened, man?
- Zizidi?
- Leave me!
- Everything be OK.
- What do you know?
I help you.
I am not your mother.
You are not my son.
You have a mother. Go and
find her and leave me alone!
No, I don't.
You are now my family.
I know what to do.
DOOR OPENS
- Baby lamb.
- Yeah? - Baby lamb.
- A whole lamb?
- Baby lamb.
I want to cook for her.
That's going to cost you 130, mate.
I have money.
No, no. This is 130.
Sorry, mate. I can't.
- Baby lamb. - How about chicken?
- No. Baby lamb. - No, no, no.
- Baby lamb.
- Next customer, please.
From the nape of her neck
He made his decent
They watched men hurl from rock to sea
Like sternum to button
Lined lip pinches in between
Your foothills
Your warm.
Get him some water.
PHONE RINGS
- Omar? - Yeah.
- It says Anna, solicitor.
Hello. Hello. Hello.
Thank you.
Bye.
What's going on?
I have leave to remain, bro.
Whoo!
- I got leave to remain.
- Well done.
- Thank you so much.
- Congratulations, Omar. That's wonderful news.
Thank you. I couldn't
have done it without you.
Thank you for everything.
I really appreciate all your help.
I really do.
Well, no, you had a long wait.
Congratulations.
- Zizidi.
- I'm really happy for you.
I can't believe it.
What's he saying, Omar?
He's just wondering why
we're celebrating, Uncle.
- He quite doesn't understand why...
- What?
- He doesn't know why we're celebrating.
- What?
He doesn't know why we're...
Omar is a Taliban bastard.
Omar is a Taliban bastard, Mr Nigel.
No! No!
Abdul! Abdul! Abdul!
Ambulance! Call an ambulance!
Abdul! Abdul!
Ambulance! Call an ambulance now!
Abdul! Abdul! Uncle Nigel!
Uncle Nigel!
Uncle, can I tell you something?
Uncle, stop!
What the fuck are you doing?! Can
you fucking drive?! What the fuck?!
Tell me.
I was working for the Taliban.
I was Taliban.
My job was laying mines
down for the soldiers.
Most of the people in the village
know where they are hidden.
Children were playing nearby.
There was a loud noise.
Then screams.
There was a woman on her hands and knees.
She'd lost something.
She looked at me.
"My baby.
"I lost my baby."
I kill children.
Why should I believe this
story more than any other?
I've sworn in court. I lied for you.
- Happy Christmas.
- Thanks, Dad.
Omar?
Omar?
It is beautiful.
Close the fucking window. It's freezing.
SHE LAUGHS
- You haven't seen snow before?
- No.
Aw, bless you.
Big man, look.
Hey, big man, watch.
You'd better watch yourself!
Chloe! Chloe! Stop! Stop!
Abdul!
Omar!
Hey, bro! What's up, man?
- Abdul.
- You always come running back.
I know. Cos this is time
for families, isn't it?
- Yes, bro.
- Exactly.
Abdul, you scared us, bro.
You OK?
Come, come.
Sit down, man. Good to have you back.
It's good to see you all well. Come.
Come.
Let's sit.
- Is he OK, Omar?
- Yeah, he's OK.
He's OK. He just come back from hospital.
He's all right. Zi will look after him.
You take care of him.
You're OK, Abdul, you're OK.
Look, Abdul, just listen to me.
It is going to be OK.
You and me, we are going to make it.
Omar?
Your foothills
Your warm.