Black Gold

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Here are my terms.

All I want is your friendship.

And my sons!

Insurance for both of us.

As long as they are under my roof...

I cannot make war with you.

But the sword cuts both ways.

We can't make war with you either.

Your son's will be our bond for peace.

I will raise them as my own,

with my son Tarik

And my daughter Leyla.

And the Yellow Belt?

We should be laughing at ourselves that

we ever make war over this....

This piece of sand....

From now on we will keep it as

a no man's land between us.

Neither may claim it.

As God is my witness,

I agree.

As God is our witness.

Saleh

Never forget that you are my eldest son.

You will inherit my throne.

Defend the honor of our house.

Auda!

Tears only waste of water.

Do not worry, sidi,

time will pass quickly.

Hmm... You will think he had won.

May all our enemies be like him, Colonel.

Iam very sorry to have to tell you....

That your mother....

Princess Zamira,

Has Passed away.

Which hand?

Leyla! Leyla!

Auda!

There you are!

What are you doing here?

Leyla said that our mummies are in heaven,

Watching over us.

Leyla!

Princess

You're too old now to play with boys.

Come inside.

Leyla, my darling...

Come.

They need water.

But they have a well!

The Cholera Bacteria live in the well.

Does this happen in Paris?

Would my wife have died in Paris?

No, Your Majesty.

Does this happen in London?

The last cholera epidemic in London,

Was probably a hundred years ago.

Thats what we are?

A Hundred years behind the West?

More like a thousandh,

Your Majesty.

Tarik, my son,

Is there a greater curse of being a poor king?

I can't grow anything.

I can't ship anything.

I can't even trade anything because,

Who would come to Hobeika?

Truly....

To be an "ARAB" is to be a waiter at the

Banquet of the World.

That's called The House Of ALLAH.

Just miles and miles of nothing .

What's that road?

That is the Northern Road.

To the south, lies Hobeika.

And due north Salmaah.

My beautiful!

What are you blinking at?

I always hope, that on a clear day I see Salmaah.

It's too far.

You know Saleh something strange is happening.

What?

I'm beginning to forget what father looks like.

Like this.

He looks like this.

Stay away from the Antenna!

Back! Don't come close.

Okay everybody, Just Step back! Step back! please.

Why didn't you offer them coffee?...

they are infidels.

Idiot.. I decide who is an infidel.

Get him out.

I'm so sorry, gentlemen.

Iam Nesib,

Sultan Of Hobeika.

Oof... Sam Thurkettle, Your Majesty.

Ooh... are you an artist, Mr. Thurkettle?

Aah...No, sir.

I work for little company called

Texan Oil.

There is no oil here, Mr.

Thurkettle.

Just sand,

The sun....

and the wind.

Half the year,it blows from the east.

That's winter.

The other half, from the south.

That's summer.

Eh... I would beg to differ Sir.

Hmmm...

This is Black Shale.

Well there is certainly plenty of that around.

That is usually an indication that there is

oil in the ground.

Smell it, Your Majesty.

Go ahead!

What it smells like?

Hmm... Like Oil.

You see shale acts like a sponge,

And and it is not just any kind of oil.

Take another wiff, Your Majesty.

Does it smell bitter or sweet?

Quiet sweet really.

Exactly!

Light sweet crude, best oil in the world.

And you Sir, I would bet my bottom dollars....

Sitting on a great big whack of it.

Hmm....Get ready to be rich.

Rich?

Seriously rich.

When you say "Seriously Rich",Mr.Thurkettle...

how rich?

Well Your Majesty you see,

One good well,

Can produce a hundred thousand barrels of oil a day,

at a dollar a barrel.

Hmm.... I will be richer than The King Of England?

King of England, what's he got?

Some green fields and a hat full of rain. Hmm... Yeah.

Tarik,

who's this, Lindbergh?

It's just some man from Texas.

He say's he found oil.

Really?

And Where exactly did you find this? Mr.Thurkettle.

Hey Gianni, what was the name of that place again?

The Yellow Belt, Your Majesty.

Eh...The Yellow Belt.

And it is also true that blind man who kneels before God,

Is happier than the greedy one who can see.

Who will like the Franks,

Tries to quench his thirst with sand.

"Tries to quench his thirst With sand."

What does it say?

He say's what a man say's when he knows his letters are read.

But he urges you my indolent friend,

to take some exercise.

Please! Saleh don't.

Come on it's expensive!

Hey move your rug!

Give it to me.

Hey come on, little brother!

Little Brother come on move, move!

You are embarrissing the slow out.

He is so beautiful! He is so handsome!

Ibn Idris...

Princess, they say he is promised to you.

Who said that? Everybody.

We will see about that.

Come you all! Come you,

Man I Love you!

God be with you, Colonel.

Hmm....During your negotiations with Amar,make him the offer.

But only for wellfare.

Of course, go.

Please...

Let me go with them.

I give you my word of Honour I would come back.

My father would make me come back.

But I need you here Saleh.

Why?

To fly my Falcon?

Be patient.

You will be back in Salmaah soon enough.

And come back only when you have a deal.

Colonel... wait!

Colonel Please tell my father that I'm getting some exercise...

I will.... I will.

In the name of God, The Merciful...

Next!

Mr. Minister.

Where are the scissors?

Lost, Amir.

Thank you, father, Well.

Auda!

You go first.

Go.

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