Limbo

It started with a kiss

in the back row of the classroom

how could I resist

the aroma of your perfume?

You and I were inseparable

it was love at first sight

you made me promise to marry you

I made you promise to be my wife

but then

you were only eight years old

and I had just about turned nine

just about turned nine

I thought that life was always good

I thought you always would be mine

it started with a kiss

never thought it would come to this

you don't remember me, do you?

It started with a kiss

never thought it would come to this

you don't remember me, do you?

I remember every little thing

like fighting in the playground

'cause some good-looking boy

had started to hang around

that boy hurt me so bad

but I was happy 'cause you cried

and still I couldn't help but notice

that new distant look in your eyes

and then

when you were 16

and I had just turned 17

just turned 17

I couldn't hold on to your love

I couldn't hold on

to my dreams

it started with a kiss

never thought it would come to this

it started with a kiss, oh

never thought it would come to this

you don't remember me, do you?

You don't remember me, do you?

Walking down the street came...

Nol!

And my heart began to beat so fast...

Thank you, Boris.

You can take a seat.

Helga: Now...

Can anyone here tell me

what Boris did wrong?

Hamad: You know...

There was, um, better signal

in the middle of the mediterranean.

You know, on the hill, they have, um...

How you say?

Uh, the... the wind things.

You go up the hill, and there is signal.

Only place on the island.

I go once a week.

Um, baby cat.

What you call in english?

Uh, kitten.

Kitten, yes.

I follow very nice kitten on Instagram.

Uh, Klaus.

Klaus the kitten.

Very nice. Very nice kitten.

Good kitten.

Huh?

I come. I come.

Ah, my friend.

Why you cry every day?

Every day you cry. Huh?

Come, come.

Oh, help me, my friend.

Please, help me.

Why you crying?

Why you cry every day?

You go first.

You cry every time?

You go. You go.

Plug: Hey!

What's in the case, pal?

Stevie: You one of them refugees?

Plug: You speak english, pal?

Yes.

Stevie: Here, you better not be planning

any al-qaeda, Isis shite here, right?

Cheryl: Here, I seen a program on the telly

about them terrorists.

They've got these sleeping clubs

where they hang out and build bombs and that.

Plug: Oh, sleeping clubs, aye?

And do they have pillow fights in their underwear and all?

Stevie: You building bombs, pal?

Maybe that's why they stuck them all up here, eh?

'Cause no one gives a shite if they blow us up.

Hey, he's no gonna blow anybody up.

Cheryl: I heard they, like, rape people and all.

Plug: You're talking out your Fanny flaps, Cheryl.

Cheryl: What? That's what I heard.

It's like a hobby for them.

Like... tennis?

Aye. Tennis.

Or like... cats.

Cheryl: Aye. Plug: Cats isn't a hobby.

Tia: If he lays his hands on me, I'll cut his balls off.

Plug: His balls would probably fall off if he flanged you.

Tia: Fuck off, plug.

Right, whisht the lot of you.

What's your name, pal?

Omar.

Right, Omar.

I got my eyes on you, pal, so don't fucking...

Don't, like, blow up shite or, like, rape anyone, right?

Right, pal?

Okay.

Plug: Maybe we should offer him a lift.

It looks like it's about to rain.

Right.

You want a lift back up to town, pal?

You don't want to get caught in the rain.

What happened to your hand?

Too much wanking. Happens to the best of us, eh?

Fuck's sake, Stevie!

Can I sign it?

I met her

once upon

a dream

Farhad: I don't think a woman ever smiled at me.

Omar: You were never married?

Farhad: No.

Omar: What about your mother?

Farhad: Hello.

Omar: Do women not cover their faces in Afghanistan?

Huh?

But you can tell everything from the eyes.

Happy, sad.

Everything.

Look.

Guess.

I don't know.

Huh?

You?

Not smiling.

See?

Ross: Okay, guys.

You know, I've...

I've never played my stuff for anyone before.

So it's important that... That you understand

it's about communicating...

Farhad: Omar, I borrow your coat tomorrow.

Very private emotions.

You can get friends from the donation center,

but you can't get a coat?

Coat is high demand.

Post comes tomorrow.

We won't get anything.

I hope you get deported.

Abedi: Probably better than being stuck here

with you, brother.

Joey's so funny.

What will you do if they let you stay?

Wasef: I'll go to London.

I'll play for Chelsea football club.

Abedi: It's a good thing

that god has made dreaming for free.

Farhad: I can be wasef agent.

Like Tom Cruise of Jerry Maguire.

You know they put us out here

in the middle of nowhere

to try and break us.

What do you mean?

And they try to get us to volunteer to go home.

We're all single, male,

low-priority, past the sell-by date.

Come.

Afghanistan, best before 2003.

Sudan, best before 2006.

Iraq, best before 2005.

But...

I thought they were rolling out the red carpet for Syrians.

Maybe... you are coming a year too late.

Farhad: Why pink?

Omar: They, uh... They ran out of blue.

Smells like dead cat.

I need to get it checked.

How long you have it?

Few months.

What if you forget how to play?

In Afghanistan, we have story about bird who forget how to sing.

What happens?

He die... of sadness.

It's, like, your thing, no?

The oud.

My thing?

Yes.

Like, some people, they have thing.

And what's your thing?

Omar: Freddie Mercury?

He my hero.