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HABIB, THE GREAT ADVENTURE

My brothers... My brothers, the birds.

Praise your Creator and always love Him.

For He has given you

feathers to clothe you and wings to fly.

He has made you His noblest creatures.

My brothers...

My brothers... My brothers, the birds.

Praise your Creator and always love Him.

For He has given

you feathers to clothe you and wings to fly.

He has made you His noblest...

Are you OK, son?

You sure?

Here.

I ironed it.

- Pass it over. - There you go.

Bring it over the top, loop it around and under...

- Like that? - Over the top.

No, that's not it. That looks silly. Don't touch it. Turn to face me.

Loop it around like that.

- Yes. - I can do a tie knot on myself.

But he's the one who needs it done.

Who cares if you can?

Fatima, help me out. I can't get it right.

There you go. You do this,

in through here and here.

Then you put it through there.

There you go, Habib.

Bravo, Fatima.

She's a tie-knotting pro.

Now you're a real actor.

- Not like before. - I've always been an actor.

No, no.

Remember those student films

you did in front of the block of flats?

Hashish, Hashish...

Very gangster...

Don't you remember?

- Did you learn your lines? - I don't have many.

Your brother's handsome.

Why did they give him such a nice suit?

- Because his character is... - Important.

Important.

Thank heavens!

Look at me.

Action!

Cut!

There's an issue with the two guys there.

The fat cop on the left.

Cut him from the shot.

OK.

Sergio?

Can you take the cop on the left out of the shot, please?

I mean...

I'd be happy to do it, but I'm not the one who has the keys

for the handcuffs. Dimitri has the keys.

So, I have to contact Dimitri.

Just a sec.

- We don't have the keys. - So remove both of them.

The Moroccan guy too?

Excuse me, is Dimitri not back yet?

- Where are you going? - I'm picking up a colleague.

Damn it, I've got rehearsals in an hour.

Here. Eat this and be quiet.

- Something wrong? - I'm fasting.

Since when?

Look at all I do to get you free food

you can't afford.

So, is it for your show? Your role as a priest?

Not a priest, a saint.

Let's see you explain that to the family.

Lord, I seek not to be understood, but to understand.

Do you hear yourself?

We're not in drama school here.

- Are you ashamed of us? - Are you crazy?

- You're the crazy one. - The world is crazy, Nadia!

And he understood that from the get-go.

Money, fame, comfort...

He gave it all up.

His words could touch the world.

It's a gift to play Francis of Assisi.

Speaking of gifts, didn't we say we'd go halves on the petrol?

You're a pain in the ass.

"Francis, let it go.

"Sons who oppose their fathers end up, in their twilight years,

"resembling them."

"Ignoring his friend's advice, Francis approaches his father.

"Two soldiers try to hold him back."

"Guards, step aside.

"Let my son approach."

Wait, I'm going to do it more biblically.

"Guards, step aside.

"Let the fruit of my loins approach,

"the blood of sin."

"Francis is now standing in front of his father."

"Father,

"the trial you put me through has liberated me from you.

"Your role as a progenitor has come to an end.

"You are my father and I am no longer your son.

"What's it all for?

"On one hand, the counterfeit money...

"of my blood, and on the other,

"all the love in the world."

Shit!

Damn it! Egide, the donkey pooped.

Who cares? Let's keep going. Habib?

Look up at the sky. As if you were looking up at a bird.

- What the hell? What is it? - Egide.

- What is it? - Come.

What is it?

You're telling me to look at a bird. Which bird?

A sparrow, a raptor, a kingfisher?

Be specific. It'll feel different.

OK, music. From the top.

Wakey-wakey, Marco!

Slower, Habib. Slower.

Eight kilos. I lost eight kilos to be convincing!

And you want me to kiss a gremlin while you sit on your butt?

How can I find the truth if there's no authenticity?

We clearly have different standards!

Habib.

Egide, I'm putting it all on the line here.

I'm Muslim, have you seen what you're dropping me in?

In one month, the Catholics will be out for blood

and it won't be you they're crucifying.

Without a convincing leper, the kiss is meaningless.

Have you asked yourself the real question?

Why can't you kiss him?

His ugliness

reflects an ugliness within yourself which you refuse to see.

Francis of Assisi has a point of view.

You're just a viewer.

Sign for me.

Mum, I have to go.

- Who is it? - It's Philippe.

- Who? - Philippe.

I'll never make it.

I'm so uninspired. There's absolutely no spark.

How can I portray the intensity of faith if I don't feel it?

I should be able to light a fire without a match.

My imagination should be blazing.

I don't want to be an imposter.

Talking about God could never be an act of imposture.

I don't want to talk about God, I'm an actor.

I just want to bring Francis to life,

to be Francis of Assisi on stage.

When he sees the leper and kisses him,

he just does it.

He's not scared.

How do I find that motivation?

Kissing a leper?

Who could kiss a leper?

What is your one treasure, Philippe?

It's not the life you dream of,

it's the one you get.

And God stands by it.

Thank you, Philippe.

Tell your God

that I'll give it my all to be a good Francis of Assisi.

God will never ask you why you weren't a good Francis of Assisi.

He'll simply ask you why you were not Habib.

Habib?

Thank you, Philippe.

Thank you, Philippe.

You're not eating anything. Why am I here?

Damn it, I forgot the cadastral income.

We've got to pay 875 euros by February 1st.

You have to chip in.

I don't have any money.

What? What about the film you just did in the suit?

- I'll get net points from it. - What exactly does that mean?

- You think I work for net points? - I don't know. That's your business.

Only you actors would be dumb enough to do that.

Brad Pitt does it. If the film works, bingo!

Are you Brad Pitt?

When has that "bingo" come since you started acting?

Your contract actually says 500 euros.

They paid you 110.

Stay on top of your shit!

- Fine! - I'll give you fine.

You said 500, but you paid 110.

500 is for actors.

110 is for featured extras.

Yeah, but I'm not a featured extra, I'm an actor.

An actor speaks.

Otherwise, you're an extra.

But I spoke.

When we went into the dock, I said...

I said "move" to the police officer next to me.

Jean-Benoît, do you have the footage handy?

Could you take a look at the scene with the convicts in the courtroom?

Yes, the first one.

No, not that one.

The crappy one we scrapped yesterday.

Scene 22 in court.

Go to the trash folder.

OK, good, got it.

- Does anyone speak in the scene? - No.

- Just the fat cop mumbling something. - What does he say?

"Easy does it" or something.

Yeah, he was replying back to me.

Does the Belgian-Moroccan guy say anything?

No, nothing. He just nods.

Nodding is not speaking.

OK, thanks, I'll call you back.

Dad's back in Brussels.

Sami bumped into him. He's here for some medical tests.

- Couldn't he do that in Oujda? - No.

His insurance was the one thing he held onto here.

Right, that's it. I'm not going out anymore.

You might not even recognize him.

Isn't there a statute of limitations?

Stop.

Enough with your Saint Francis of Molenbeek act.

My brother...

Dad?

It's Habib.

Habib...

You've got thinner, haven't you?

I found out you were here by chance.

Are you planning on staying long?

I'm just here to have a few tests done.

Nothing serious.

Apparently, I'm starting to lose my marbles.

I know.

Ahmed put the wedding photos up on Facebook.

It looked nice.

Layla.

Habib, my son.

Salam.

Since you're here, you can take care of her.

Layla.

Habib knows all the shops.

You can stay at his for the week.

I still live with Mum, Dad.

So...?

Are you going to let her sleep on some hospital chair?

Mum's been trying to put a curse on her for the last five years!

You want me to bring her home?

Who's the man of the house now?

Tell me.

For the delivery address...

Can I put yours in?

My new clothes will get lost at the hospital.

Is there a problem?

- It's complicated. - Why?

I thought artists were more open.

Dad told you

that I was an artist?

He showed me a YouTube clip of you

spraying a poker cheat.

- A Slide For Big Shots? - Did you think it was funny?

Is that it? He didn't tell you anything else?

No.

- For the scene with... - Hi.

- Hi. - Hi.

This is Layla, my cousin's cousin.

Nice to meet you.

Wanna get something at the bar?

Cool. Hey, I found him.

- Who? - The leper.

At a hospital.

By complete coincidence. Like the guy's face had melted off.

She's come from Morocco. I need to find her a room.

Ask production. They'll find her a nice Airbnb.

Hold on, Egide.

Here. So, tell me...

Is she taken?

It's complicated.

Complicated? That's half the battle won.

Egide!

Have you done acting before?

Cos...

I'm in a play about Francis of Assisi...

And, uh...

since you're...

burnt,

I thought...

I thought...

Seven.

What?

I'm just encouraging him.

How are you encouraging him?

Try this one.

What the hell am I doing here?

You came to have some tests done, Dad.

- Your memory is fading. - I'm not talking about that.

Why did I come here to Belgium?

Tell me.

You mean at first?

You came here to work, like everyone else.

He came to buy shoes for his dad.

He couldn't stand to see him walking in old, holey shoes anymore.

He said, "My dad will have nice shoes",

so he headed for Europe

and ended up at the bottom of a mine.

At least, that's what you've always told us.

OK. Shall we resume?

As you can see, there are three animals,

just jot down the name of each animal next to it.

Get me two tickets to Oujda.

I don't want to rot here.

Did you think of putting her up in a small hotel?

- Hello. - What is it?

I'm a friend of Egide's.

- Amazon? - No, Arbaoui.

Señorita, it's Amazon.

Hi.

It's not Amazon. It's Habib Arbaoui.

I'm looking for Egide. He said he was at his mum's.

I'm his actor.

Which actor? My brother has a plethora of them.

The main one. I'm Francis of Assisi in the play.

Egide.

Oh, Habib.

You coming to that climate march with us?

No, I'm looking for Layla.

You know, my cousin's cousin.

You care more about her Arab ass than the ozone layer, bravo.

Stop being an idiot. She's been through a lot.

That girl had to work the streets to fund her education

and now she's here and knocked up. What a warrior.

Is that what she told you?

She's using parsley to induce an abortion.

Parsley? Up her muff?

- Bonkers! - They're fucking crazy.

That's so medieval.

You OK?

Hey?

Here.

What is it?

You have ten minutes.

I already did the Arab thing, OK?

Habib.

Either work or get out of this house.

I'll ask you your name, you answer "Philippe", OK?

Philippe?

Is that it?

What's your name?

Philippe.

Let's try this again.

What's your name?

Philippe.

Not bad.

That's good, right?

Yes, that's good... for Belgium.

OK, step aside.

You're going to act using the cues I give you.

- OK? - OK.

Nonchalant.

What's your name?

Philippe.

Not bad. Arrogant.

Philippe.

Interesting. See?

Let's take it up a notch. Guarded.

Philippe.

Taking it up yet another notch. Iconoclastic.

Philippe.

Masterful. Masterful.

Samy? Yes, we've got our gigolo.

The one fooling around with the posh totty.

He's not so Arab-looking.

And the cherry on top is that he's a nice person.

I won't be in your film.

I love it.

A thief, a dealer, and now a gigolo? Hats off to clichés.

Embrace it, Habib, embrace it.

That Berber pride looks good on you.

What will I tell my mother? That I'm snogging a woman her age?

Young man, don't make love to a woman,

make love to cinema, with a capital C.

I'm not allowed to say your co-star's name,

so I've written it down.

It's Habib.

Nice Airbnb.

Is Egide here?

My love

I'll spend my whole life

Waiting for you

I'll only think of you

Stay

Don't leave, I beg of you...

- Is that her? - Yes.

Oh, my love

It's not time yet

I'm going to step away from you

Don't look at me...

I'm going to make some tea.

Are you OK?

You sure?

Layla, you can't put parsley in your vagina.

Don't laugh! It's dangerous!

Why did you say such a stupid thing?

Because nobody wants to accept the truth. Not even you.

"My cousin's cousin."

Salam alaikum, my cousins. All good in the hood?

Go on, tell him.

What is it?

Are you running off to join the jihadi?

I'm filming with Deneuve.

With Catherine Deneuve?

Are you opening a taxi door for her?

Even better. I get to close the door. You got a problem?

No, it's not a problem.

I'm just surprised.

This sudden enthusiasm for glitz and glamour.

It's so far removed from Francis.

Habib Arbaoui!

Welcome home!

Recognize him?

He's in a film with Deneuve.

That's all everyone here is talking about.

Really?

Every able man in Molenbeek was at the casting.

Well, all the "spicy" guys like us.

Qahwa.

Two coffees.

Habib.

Check this out...

See that guy?

Son of a lawyer, three languages, four Masters...

And all that to...

And us?

Straight outta fucking peasant-ville.

Look.

Fifteen minutes.

Bring her to the town hall for 15 minutes.

Molenbeek needs an image overhaul.

Finally, something good comes our way.

Yeah, but, you know...

Catherine Deneuve is a heavyweight.

She won't just go anywhere. Why not call the production?

You know how that will go:

"Catherine Deneuve is shooting with us?

"We didn't know."

- I'm just a featured extra. - A featured extra?

You're an icon for our community, a beacon of light.

Deneuve-Arbaoui:

the winning duo from Molenbeek.

Habib.

Fame. Responsibility.

You can't worm your way out of it.

Come see this, Habib.

My glorious predecessors.

Do you recognize our fathers?

Day and night.

Our fathers saw the light,

scrubbing coal in the butthole of the Earth.

We're offering it to you on a platter and you're turning it down.

You know why that is?

Because you're carrying around that bloody shame

of being an immigrant's son who has no right to see the light.

Keep your head below the parapet.

"Oh, Habib, the nice boy."

Everyone says it, by the way: "Habib's such a nice boy."

Being nice?

It's the only lie which allows us to hide that fucking shame.

- Salam. - Aleykoum salam.

Sit down, my brother.

When you do the housework,

sometimes you stumble upon a gold mine.

It's a consolation for housewives.

Thank you.

I'm preparing for a role. It's just research.

What's the problem?

I mean, it's...

It's about a grandpa-like figure, he eats once a day,

he walks around barefoot, and he speaks to birds.

Is it a crime to speak to birds?

Habib, where's the crime? Where's the crime?

I'm sure this man is a good man, great even.

I had a little read-through.

He looks after his donkey and gives to charity,

like our brothers.

There is no crime, Habib.

Even Madonna is Catholic.

Everyone's talking about it.

You got a big role with the great Catherine Deneuve

and didn't tell your mum. She had to find out from a neighbor.

You think that's normal?

And what do you do?

You lock yourself in your room and read about an animal handler.

Has your mother not suffered enough?

Mum?

What is it?

Dad's in Brussels.

What's she doing?

A rolling pin against a missile.

What?

She's going to take a pounding.

He didn't bring his slut, did he?

Let's go?

Hey.

Wait, your jacket.

When do you have to be at work?

I'm not going to the station.

I'm not working today.

Right, shall we go?

I'm going to stay here. You go.

Why?

I'm staying here.

Come on, Mum, let's go.

Go on.

Wait up.

We did just fine without him.

That's all he needs to know.

Hello, sir.

Look at those pillows! They've done it all wrong.

Scooch up a bit.

- I'm fine. - You're going to catch a cold.

Hi, kids.

How are you, Nadia?

Habib, tell your dad who you're in a film with.

Mum...

Go on, tell him.

Catherine Deneuve.

Catherine Deneuve? The great Catherine Deneuve?

Bravo.

He's going to make 1 200 euros for a day's work.

Hello.

1 200 for the day?

In just one day.

The whole family's here.

My son is an actor.

He's going to be in a film with Deneuve,

can you imagine?

What are you going to do with Catherine Deneuve?

In one day,

he'll make what a public official in Morocco makes in three months.

- Congratulations, young man. - Thanks.

That's huge. Who knew you could make that much from acting?

It's a good line of work. Congratulations, my son.

This is good for him.

This is really good for him. I'm so happy.

- Are you OK? - No.

We can't go groveling to him like that.

He's not a hero, Habib.

He's a fucking deserter.

The question for me, as was for Francis,

isn't about trying to be loved, but to love.

That's how I'm trying to approach the role.

You know, there are 800 years between Francis and myself,

but, like him, I find myself at a crossroads.

Will I be bold?

Will I take a risk into the unknown and fail?

Will I...

risk getting into an accident...

- All good? - Egide de Baudimont, the director.

- A question for the director. - Yes.

You chose a North African actor to play Francis of Assisi.

Is this provocation or intellectual vanity?

Liz Taylor as Cleopatra.

Did anyone mention intellectual vanity?

And for Geronimo, did we look for an Apache person?

Was there an uprising in the reservations?

The arts have been riddled with anachronisms,

and only here do we look at the world through blinkers.

I wonder who's to blame.

So, no.

I didn't choose a young Tuscan ephebe.

I just got an Arab guy.

A run-of-the-mill Arab.

Is that what modernity is to you?

Yes.

A rag-headed saint, isn't that modern?

Don't worry, he's Belgian, and he's up-to-date on his shots.

Égide?

Good to know that you didn't choose me,

you chose a concept.

It's just as well I chose a concept, otherwise...

Otherwise what?

So, you cast me just cos I'm Arab?

There you go.

Sometimes you can find the "truth."

You know, the name Habib

isn't very sexy.

Whereas Saint Habib,

instantly makes it...

cooler.

- Cooler? - Cooler?

Habib, don't do this two weeks before the premiere!

Habib?

It's fine, I'll just play him myself and do a better job.

LITTLE FLOWERS

The hospital called. The doctor wants to see us.

She's coming.

Mrs. Arbaoui.

We found this on your husband's bedside table.

Yes, I wanted to go to IKEA. We rented a car.

No more cars.

We've got the results from the preliminary tests.

"Progressive mild cognitive impairment."

Alzheimer's.

Stage three.

Does he know?

Mr. Arbaoui doesn't want to hear it.

We had to wrestle his car keys from him.

While we're on the subject,

here's a form to revoke his driving license.

It's for his own protection and for IKEA shoppers.

Where do I sign?

Thirty years he drove us to Morocco!

Thirty years!

Did anything ever happen to us?

Did anyone ever steal from us?

No! Nothing happened to us in thirty years.

He's driven us to Morocco for 30 years without a problem.

Tell the doctor, go on.

And she comes along and decides he won't drive anymore.

Who does she think she is?

Tell him.

Come on...

Some 20-year-old is going to lay down the law now?

She's dressed like a whore.

Is that what you wear to a hospital? She's bringing shame on us!

I'll get another one.

If we take the car back before 1 p.m.,

we can get some money back.

Drop me off at Egide's place.

Egide?

Are you and Egide...?

Are we...?

I prefer to pick my cherries fresh off the tree

than from a basket.

Don't come to the hospital anymore.

You need to stop seeing my father.

He'll forget who you are soon.

Have you thought about if you have a kid?

When he picks the kid up from school, he might not even recognize him.

Think about your baby.

A father who can't recognize his son.

Is that the life you want?

It's not the life I dreamt of. It's the life I got.

Inshallah.

I'm running late.

So, do you have the cakes, Mum?

- Both of you tell her I said hello. - Both of us?

Let's go and thank that great woman.

Nobody has ever paid an Arbaoui so well!

It's a film set, not a bakery. Tell him.

Look at him. What does he have left?

He doesn't even have shoes!

A grateful dog is worth more than an ungrateful man.

Take him with you.

Excuse me. Make way.

Make way, please. He's in the film.

Sorry, excuse me, coming through.

Hello, I have a meeting with Catherine Deneuve.

Mr. El Ghanassy.

Look, I'm telling you I have a meeting with her!

I have a meeting with her! You'll see!

You'll see, you're going to pay for this dearly.

First off, this part of the set isn't for extras.

So, the man sitting over there... Sir!

Sorry, that's my dad.

Excuse me.

That was meant to be a gift.

You've gone through the whole box.

- So, guys, we're going to start... - Where's the gigolo?

Here.

Yeah, uh... It's me.

It's not him.

Philippe...

Oh, yes, it is.

- What's that? - It's, uh...

- A gift for Mrs. Deneuve. - What did you say?

It's a gift for Mrs. Deneuve.

- Don't say "Mrs.", just Miss. - Miss.

- Miss. - Miss!

Miss.

Charles, how am I supposed to be?

Cut. Cameras ready... Come on, guys, keep it moving.

Come on, run.

- Where am I emotionally? - Emotionally?

Yes.

What happened in the previous scene?

Right, the previous scene...

The previous scene... You left the restaurant, Fouquet's,

and your husband's told you he's with his Korean trainer.

- I'll be angry, then. - Yes.

Exactly, you'll be really angry.

I'm looking for reassurance that I can still be seductive.

Exactly, Catherine.

So, I can hook up with anyone.

Absolutely anybody.

Cameras, scene 84/1, take two.

Action.

Hello.

Hello.

What's your name?

Philippe.

Cut! Splendid! Splendid!

- That's all for today, Catherine. - And the counter shot?

That's a wrap. Wonderful.

It has both everything and nothing.

It's very nuanced and contrasting.

You go from displaying a certain authority to this fragility.

- Let's get this done. - Everyone in their places.

- Camera... - Sorry, sir?

What about Philippe?

- Philippe? - Yes.

Who should I speak to? She's gone.

José, get the ball.

- Philippe. - Cut!

It's weak.

When you say Philippe, what are you renouncing?

You're renouncing who you are.

Your core identity.

Your social status as an Arab.

This is powerful stuff.

Yeah, but...

It's not easy, I'm doing a hill start.

A hill start?

Yes, "Philippe" is an answer, but who's asking me the question?

Scene 84/2. Take 23.

Hello, what's your name?

Cut. Just a sec.

- What's that noise? - The machine.

So, let's do without it.

- Should I run with it switched off? - Exactly.

It won't be credible.

Credibility is the enemy of the arts.

Wait, Dad.

Sorry.

It's my dad. He'll be quiet.

He has Alzheimer's.

Lucky him. He won't remember your performance.

Hello, what's your name?

Can I give you a lift?

Why did you call yourself Philippe?

It wasn't me, Dad. It was my character.

Always someone else's fault with you.

But it's not really his fault, it's...

Yeah, yeah.

Excuses, excuses.

Look at your cousins.

They're not ashamed to say they're Moroccan.

What?

They're my shoes.

- Thank you, Miss. - You're welcome, Philippe.

We put so much energy into being something we're not.

It's idiotic, isn't it?

Here.

Hello.

- Hello, Habib. - Hello.

That's Habib.

What's going on?

We heard you were filming in town...

This has got to stop.

Tell him what you want to do your talk on.

On film.

She just wants to ask you some questions for school.

When did you start acting in films?

I started in a student short film.

Does acting in films make you happy?

Yes.

If so, why?

Why?

Because...

Hold on.

Habib, where were you?

What the hell were you playing at?

Everyone was waiting for you.

Four hundred people, 300 sandwiches, and no Catherine Deneuve.

You lowlife!

You shitty small-time actor!

Where were we?

Does acting in films make you happy.

If so, why?

Yes, acting in films makes me happy

because...

it's fun.

We get to play characters

that we would never get to be in real life,

and that's really cool.

Are you OK, Son?

Did it go well with Meriem?

With who?

The one who came with her little sister.

She saw Nadia at the supermarket yesterday.

She really appreciated it.

She's got a degree in accounting, you know?

Is she a certified virgin too?

Stop. Just stop.

You're going to end up alone with the devil.

The poison that comes out of your mouth

is because of all this.

My last payslip.

With Catherine Deneuve.

It says November 3rd here.

It looks like there's work missing in October.

No?

The life of an artist. It comes and goes...

Something will come up. Right.

They're doing a competition at the post office.

Do you have to be Belgian?

You are Belgian.

I'll print out a form.

Listen...

That's my job.

Giving life to whatever impassions my heart.

Saint Francis of Assisi.

Praised be You my Lord for Sir Brother Sun

Who is the day through whom You give us light

And He is beautiful and radiant with great splendor.

Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars

You have made them bright, precious and fair.

That will get you back on track. Maybe not financially but karmically.

Here.

Everyone can get a lucky break.

NON-PROFIT ASSOCIATION: AS FAR AS THE EYE CAN SEE

To the left.

Sorry.

The unemployment office should've called.

Oh, yes.

OK.

The girl who read for us had a placental abruption.

She's bed-bound for four months.

THE MYSTERY AT THE DEER POND

I think there's been a misunderstanding.

I'm a professional.

I went to drama school, and I've brought my own book.

It's about the life of Francis of Assisi.

We were supposed to do a play on it, I lost 10kg for the role.

Sorry, but the selection committee picks the books.

Seriously? Have you seen the cover?

Sorry.

I'd like to let you do it, but we'd be bending the rules.

You're talking about bending rules,

I'm talking about a breach,

an emotional, spiritual, intellectual breach.

I'm talking about a man who renounces everything

and who receives everything in return.

Isn't that beautiful?

Why do you want to talk about God?

Can you see Him?

Talk about what you can see...

about what we really want to see.

For example,

the troubled expression on my daughter's face right now.

Dad!

This man lost 10 kilos for the book.

Ten kilos?

Now there's a good reason to stand up for him.

"That is why Saint Francis, taking pity on this town,

"wanted to go and face the wolf.

"He passed the impressive walls

"and spoke to the beast with these words:

"Brother wolf..."

Is that the right tone?

Hello?

Hello?

Already done?

Losing 10 kilos for so little work...

No, I haven't finished, but I wanted your opinion.

Because we're getting to the heart of the story.

It's the moment where Francis tames the wolf

even though the locals want to kill it.

And, uh...

The wolf represents our dark side.

So, should we fight our dark side or tame it?

It's a metaphor.

Can you help me?

We're going to replant the cutting. We need to remove the thorns.

- Remove the thorns? - Yes.

It wounds the stem but it makes it easier to take root.

It's a metaphor.

LITTLE FLOWERS

- Who's that I hear? - Habib!

- How are my little cousins? - Look what we got you!

Cakes and dates.

You want me to eat them?

- Where's the blade? - What blade?

To slaughter the sheep.

What d'you think it was for? Your hair?

- It's the 21st century. - 21st what?

We don't have one.

- Are you sure you put it there? - Yes, I'm sure.

Keep looking.

- Dad. - What?

I checked online,

ritual slaughtering is illegal now in Belgium.

You can do it in Morocco though.

So, let's leave the bathtub.

Is there a problem, brother?

Nothing. Everything's fine.

He'll be the one slaughtering the sheep.

Good, good.

Remember: when you're slitting its throat,

recite your incantation.

"I seek refuge with God from Satan, the accursed.

"In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious.

"Leave it all in Allah's hands."

Look, there's some make-up here

and some in the drawer as well if you want. Just help yourself to...

- Hi. - Hey.

Seriously?

Excuse the cliché.

He also does Shakespeare.

Right, get out. We need to get changed.

Can't you see I'm busy?

You're not really going to...?

Who's the man of the house?

Go on, then. But hurry up.

So, man of the house, how are you getting along?

Hello?

The sheep pooped.

- That stinks! - Well, it's a sheep.

- Grab it. Help me. - What are you doing?

We have mutton in the fridge!

Go on, open the window.

- Again, again. Careful! - This is crazy!

Come on, help us.

One, two, three.

It's heavy and stinky but damn it tastes good!

So, is it better back home or in Belgium?

- Back home. - It's still good though!

Only she can make it like this.

- You've got it everywhere. - Sorry, it's my first time.

Dad! All of you! Come look! There's a sheep in the sky!

- A what? - A sheep in the sky.

A sheep in the sky?

Come on! Come take a look!

That's my sheep.

- What's it doing up there? - I don't know!

What do you mean you don't know?

What did you do?

We told you to slaughter the sheep!

What shame! You've brought shame upon us.

What did I do to the good Lord to have a son like you?

Father...

the trial you put me through has liberated me from you.

Your role as a progenitor has come to an end.

You are my father and I am no longer your son.

I will be rich in a different way to you.

I will be rich through everything I lose.

I return everything,

down to my very last piece of clothing.

People are kept by the things they are given.

I have returned to you everything you gave me,

apart from life.

For my life comes from more than you.

Life comes from life...

and I am walking towards it, towards my friend,

my small source, my only wife: life.

Nothing but life.

Life, my whole life.

Hello?

"I'm too tired this evening

"to have a proper conversation about this.

"And this newspaper's sole objective "was to not lose it all."

See you tomorrow, Constance.

Hello.

Hello.

I came to read.

To regain some kilos?

I took the liberty

of bringing the book of the pregnant lady

who lost her placenta.

The Mystery at the Deer Pond.

Have you put your spiritual aspirations aside?

So, may I?

Yeah, go for it.

You don't mind?

- Not at all. Go ahead. - OK.

"Daisy, at first, remained silent and embarrassed."

Was that OK? I can do it again if it wasn't good.

That should be fine.

Barry Lyndon?

It's my favorite film.

Have you seen it?

I mean, have you...

I guess you heard it.

The cannons, the drums...

I even heard them kissing.

"Daisy, at first, remained silent and awkward.

"Little by little, however, she responded,

"revealing her thoughtful insight, her level-headedness,

"the exquisite delicacy of her soul.

"While the prince thought her a young provincial girl

"without any intellectual or artistic background,

"he now had no choice but to admit his mistake.

"He told himself that there was no greater joy

"than conversing with Daisy

"and listening to her judgment flow

"from her lovely lips with such finesse,

"seeing a ray of enthusiasm in her admirable eyes

"which moved him to his very core."

What's your name?

Habib.

Habib?

Why "Habib"?

Just Habib.

Habib.

Habib.

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