39. TWO ONE-WAY TICKETS FOR MOROCCO
Lydia and her two companions reach a big city in the north of England.
Shouldn't be better to stop playing, divide the bread and begin eating?
That's how jugglers do it at the circus.
- That's enough, Lydia! - It will fall on the ground!
- Thief! - After him!
Too late, he escaped. He must have hid in a house.
Let's run!
This neighborhood is awful!
Plain awful!
Lydia is surely here, my detective nose never fails me!
Trust me on this, Miss Sabrina!
What...
Why is she lying on the ground? Go play somewhere else!
Don't worry about her. We are in a hurry, let's go!
What are you doing?
- Let me take the wheel! - I'm taking the headlights!
I'll take the mirror!
- What a dangerous place! - Let's not stay here too long.
Our bread is long gone anyway.
Friends, I sense an odor of bread. Maybe it's the one stolen from us.
I think it's coming from there.
It's still all of it!
If you have stolen our bread, why don't you eat it?
Are you sick?
He is not sick, just fasting.
He's fasting?
You don't look like you need to lose weight.
In the Islamic religion, it's the month of Ramadan.
- Muslims fast during this month. - The Ramadan?
Between sunrise and sunset, you can't eat anything and you drink only water or tea.
- So that's why he didn't eat the bread. - Indeed, he must wait the sunset.
It must be hard on him!
Only children younger than 15 can drink and eat during the day.
Please be kind and give some bread for my pigeon.
Of course!
I'll take that!
The inspector!
I'll keep the bread as evidence.
Darif, today you have stolen. Again!
Don't move! You are under arrest!
And you won't get away this time!
I'm more cunning than you. Be more careful next time, inspector!
Good bye!
Take everything!
Why do you want to arrest the boy, inspector?
I'm just doing my job. All that you see here, he stole it.
Ever since I'm in the police, I have arrested all criminals.
Only he managed to escape so far.
If I don't catch him, the other kids will believe that the police is weak.
They must understand that I will never let them escape prison!
Even if we are poor and on the streets all day, that doesn't allow us to steal!
The law is the law, all crimes are punished,
and they know it like I do. Zero tolerance!
Inspector! Two boat tickets!
What is this? Casablanca?
So they want to leave the country!
They won't deceive me like this!
If they don't know inspector Tom Bradley yet, they will make his acquaintance!
They won't leave England. I will have all the police hot on their trail!
Believe, in the next 24 hours, they will be behind bars!
Now I can eat!
This time you are mine!
It's a trap, Darif!
Why have you warned him? I have almost got him!
- Sorry inspector! - Wait, don't go!
Get in here, Lydia!
Where are you?
Thank you for your help.
I couldn't believe that you were so bad as the inspector painted you.
This is why I have helped you.
You stole my bread because you were hungry, but then kept your religion's laws.
Not many can do this, so you can be proud of you.
This girl is good hearted and is among the first people
who see you as a true descendant of the Bele-Bele.
Who are the Bele-Bele?
It's an ancient tribe from the Morocco desert.
Darif, are you trying to go back to Morocco?
How do you know this?
The boat tickets for Casablanca. The police seized them.
The police seized them?
But they have no right!
No! It's unfair! We didn't steal the tickets!
We paid for them with all our savings. They have no right to do this!
We just wanted to go back home to Africa.
What will we do without money, Caro?
I didn't knew she is wanted. They should have notified me! You don't work like this!
Every police force in the world is on her trail, since a while.
Watch it, she looks cute, but she is a real demon!
I believe you, I had the same feeling when I first saw her.
We will do our best to arrest her.
All right!
Everything is going smooth! If he catches Lydia, he will deliver her to me,
because I said I was the highest ranking detective from the Interpol!
It's getting increasingly harder to make her search for the Flower!
So Morocco is here, right? But where's your country, Caro?
My country is Kenya. I am a descendant of the Giriam tribe.
It's far from Morocco, but I have to get there. I am old and my life is almost over.
I would like to see once more my family from home, before I die.
But don't you have family here, to give you help or some money?
Darif had his parents, but they died in an airplane crash.
We were poor, I have nothing left from them.
All I have from my family and tribe is their history.
The Bele-Bele tribe always had good horsemen.
They could earn their living only by selling their products in markets,
but that wasn't bringing them too much money.
If a stranger ever walked into their Kasbah, he would never leave alive.
I just want to go there, meet the tribe and live with them.
Darif doesn't know his home land he was born here, in England.
A police bust!
Not through here, get out through the back!
Lydia! Why are you there? Why aren't you looking for the Flower in Seven Colours?
This is none of your business!
Wait!
Come with me, we must catch her!
It hurts!
Lydia!
Look at this!
A dangerous criminal gang is wanted. But that's us!
- This is the work of Boris. - There are policemen at every street corner!
Caro! When was our departure?
Normally, this afternoon.
We won't make it! It's impossible!
I won't go back home! We will be caught!
Don't talk like that! You must take your chance to the end!
We won't make it, it's over!
The police are everywhere and I am tired, I haven't eaten since yesterday evening.
It's too dangerous.
Listen to me, Darif. Have you lost your Bele-Bele pride?
You fast to keep the law of your religion, which has became yours too.
Beyond the horizon is Morocco, your country.
You must believe in yourself and fight until the end!
It's the same for me.
I keep going because I hope to find soon the Flower in Seven Colours!
What do you plan to do?
I will get back the tickets, so that you can leave on boat!
- That's impossible. - Not quite!
I have an idea. Cathy, Cador, come!
Flower! Flower! Flower!
This is where they keep the stolen objects.
You can find everything here!
Lydia! Watch it!
Where could those tickets be?
- Are you looking for something? - Er...
Inspector Boris from the Interpol sent me to take
the objects stolen by the young Darif Ahmad.
Inspector Boris sent you? Come, I'll show you.
Thank you for being so kind.
Where could those criminals hide?
Inspector! What do you want with the objects found at Darif Ahmad's?
And you, don't you have to report to your superior?
- Who, me? - It's Lydia!
Wait!
Stop her!
It's too late!
- No, we still have a chance. - Quick! Stop her!
Wait!
I have lost my power!
Caro, it's Lydia!
I have the tickets! Hurry!
She is strong! Come, Darif!
We have no time to lose! We must reach the harbour!
All right.
- We have lost them, chief! - No, there they are!
- These brats are clever! - They are heading to the harbour.
Hurry, Caro!
Be strong! We are almost there!
- I can't run anymore. - Make one last effort, we are nearly there!
Don't waste time with me. I am keeping you behind and you risk getting caught.
- And the tickets? - It's all right. You take my place.
You stole a police car. If they arrest you, you will go to prison.
Don't worry about me.
Leave quick. If you don't do it, Darif will go to prison too.
But it's impossible, Caro!
When you will reach Africa, release the pigeon.
It will return back here and I will know that you made it.
Leave, quick! Good bye!
- It's too unfair! - Come, Lydia.
Good bye!
See you soon, papa!
- We are losing the boat! - Quick, Lydia!
Cador!
What are you doing here?
Please let them go.
Why are you interfering? The thieves are there!
They are young and have the future ahead of them.
I have the future ahead of me too. Make way!
We have lost them!
If Lydia doesn't find the Flower, Sabrina won't be Queen, nor I Prime-Minister!
- What is the meaning of this? - Calm down! Wait...
You'll see! If I catch you...
Help!
You bandit! Prison is for you!
That idiot Boris failed again!
And the brat took advantage and escaped on the boat!
You are hurting a lot, don't you?
Yes, but in my language, my name means "half way".
My road ended when I arrived here.
Even if I'm far away from home,
I keep many memories from my youth in my old man's heart.
And I hope that Darif will keep many memories too.
Life is hard for people like us.
It's important to have a childhood that will help you later to face the hard times.
So that you never forget these beautiful childhood memories,
plant these flower seeds.
They will remember you also of Lydia.
Caro was astounded by these flowers' beauty.
They were vinca flowers.
In the language of flowers, they stand for 'pleasant memories'.
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