O Mistério do Samba Page #2

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country after country,

to get arrested in the metro. Dumb, huh?

What's your name?

Jonah, like in the Bible.

- And you?

- Samba, like the dance.

Delighted, Samba.

Hello...

I need to see a gentleman

who works in the kitchen,

Lamouna Saw.

- Can you help?

- Yes.

Have a seat. I'll check.

Tell me something.

Had any affairs here?

Yes, I've had some.

Mostly with the police.

There are some cute policewomen.

I've had affairs

but nothing really serious.

There's no time for it.

You work, send money back home

and try not to get caught.

- So you've had nothing.

- I have!

I've had three, four, five...

I've had some, yeah.

I came here to get married.

You did?

Go on. Tell me about it.

We worked together in Spain

in tomato greenhouses.

One morning, there was a police raid.

I ran off to the village to get away.

I ran like crazy.

A door opened, a hand grabbed me...

Her hand!

Her hand, you got it.

We stayed there,

pressed together for hours

among the trashcans.

Tell me what she's like.

Describe her to me.

Beautiful, slim

and tall like those girls

who do fashion shows.

A model, you mean.

A model!

- She's a model?

- Right.

What's her name?

Gracieuse.

Right, Gracieuse...

She knows you're here?

I've no idea.

It's two years since I saw her.

Wait here please.

Lamouna! Someone to see you.

- Chef?

- Go on.

Filed by year since 2004.

Prescriptions, bank letters

and statements.

Very good.

His white shirt.

Plus a T-shirt.

He'll be glad to have that.

He's very fond of it.

I nearly forgot...

I added two macaroons:

vanilla and lime-basil.

His favorites.

Lime-basil smells nice.

Ma'am, my nephew is a decent boy.

- He is?

- Yes, really.

See?

The undocumented have documents.

But not the right ones...

That's what's missing. Goodbye.

Sorry.

Not bad.

A real highlighter!

You may as well start packing.

He can't wear that crap in court.

But it's important for him.

I think it's a lucky charm.

He's screwed from the word go.

You really can't wear that.

But it's my lucky T-shirt.

Can I wear the shirt over it?

Maybe. But otherwise...

try the shirt with nothing under it.

To compare the two.

All right.

To compare the two.

Yes, exactly.

Yeah, sure.

You're ogling him!

I'm not.

You're ogling.

I'm not ogling.

Sorry, you're comparing.

Get him to try the jeans

without boxers.

To compare...

Silly.

I mentioned

keeping your distance, right?

That's good.

Much better.

Change nothing.

I'll go see to the others.

Stay calm and compare, ok?

That's good. It's much better.

I'm disappointed

not to wear the T-shirt...

I'll look after it.

Didn't my uncle give you anything else?

He did. Two macaroons.

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