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The story I tell here

is for all who want to hear.

A tale of those who fast, a tale of those who pray.

A tale of a lonely town, mines scattered all around.

Caught up in a war,

split to its very core.

Two clans with broken hearts

under a burning sun.

Their hands stained with blood

in the name of a cross or a crescent.

From this lonely place, which has chosen peace,

whose history is spun of barbed wire and guns.

It's a long tale of women dressed in black.

No glittering stars, no dazzling flowers.

Their ash-blackened eyes.

Women driven by destiny

to demonstrate their bravery.

WHERE DO WE GO NOW?

Aren't we high enough, Roukoz?

Come on! We're pooped!

Nassim!

Roukoz!

That'll never work.

He said 200 yards!

This is ridiculous. Say something!

Don't worry, Mayor, don't worry.

Be careful, there are mines.

Roukoz.

There's a signal down at Amale's.

Do you want to watch TV or what?

The signal's weak at Amale's.

Are you qualified?

That's the question. It's a government project, my friend.

Screw this, Roukoz! Screw this!

I told you!

Calm down, son. Take it easy!

Should've stayed home.

Damn this shitty village!

That's it.

Poor Brigitte!

Nassim, come help your brother.

How are you, Issam?

Fine, Mom.

Is that Brigitte?

Yes, it's her.

-The one that never knew love. -She stepped on that mine?

She's the sixth. The sixth!

It's not fair.

You said it.

A terrible loss. Be strong!

It's Brigitte.

Just look at this fleece.

Have you ever seen the like?

Come and have a coffee.

Maybe on the way back.

To give her a send-off!

We'll drink to your children's marriage, I hope.

Be gentle with her.

Seeing her like that...

-Holy Mary! -Calm down, Madame Yvonne.

Doesn't Afaf's TV work?

No.

-And nobody has another set? -No.

There's no sound.

Don't worry, we'll sort that out.

This whole thing is ridiculous!

Good heavens!

Holy Mary!

Oum Khalil isn't well.

Where will everyone sit if she dies?

They're all we have.

Listen, my son.

I'll trust you with them.

They're brand new. You're responsible.

Behave yourselves.

Hammoudi, stop it.

Madame Amale.

They're lovely and cool.

Aren't you sick of that old cap?

I used to hate it on your father as well.

Amale.

Come and sit here.

Leave her be.

I'm fine here.

You'd love it if she came over.

Bon appétit!

That's all I can say.

Here come the heroes!

Don't ever get rid of that hat!

Give it back to him.

Welcome, everyone,

on this historic day

for our village.

Thank you to our priest and imam for coming along,

symbolizing our unity and coexistence.

We'd like to apologize

for the long and difficult walk.

But, as you know, this was the only place with decent reception.

My dear villagers,

I'm pleased, or rather, I'm delighted

to be here with you

under this starry sky

on this glorious day,

when, as a united flock, we are about

to move through the great door leading from the 20th century

to the 21st.

And talking about flocks,

thanks go to Abou Ali.

And we say to him,

Brigitte didn't die in vain.

She sacrificed herself for us.

Sacrificed her body.

Any one of us here could have met the same fate.

Been spit-roasted?

Remember, only the goat on the right

is halal.

God bless you, Abou Ali.

And in the same way, we've overcome the conflict

that's divided us,

spilling blood among brothers,

we will soon, I hope, be able to repair our bridge,

so we may come and go like everyone else.

We'd especially like to thank

Madame Yvonne, my wife,

who so generously provided this television.

Good evening.

We're seeing extreme heat and very high temperatures

right across the region.

It hasn't been this hot for years.

The mercury has tipped 105 degrees.

So be careful and stay out of the sun.

Protect yourself and watch out for heatstroke.

Nassim,

I said flesh-colored.

Madame Yvonne, I asked for support hose. That's it.

That pantyhose isn't yours.

It's Amale's. It's not your size.

Let me see.

It's pretty nice.

I'll keep it.

Rita, is my order ready?

It's chaos at my place.

-They're starving. -Yes, it's ready.

Why are you barging in like that? Get in line like the rest of us.

Yes, get in line.

-It's okay. -It's not! Wait your turn!

Calm down.

Keep your trap shut!

Here's your hose and your meds.

Take one each to calm you both down.

What about my lamps?

I sold them for 25,000.

Only 25,000?

They were antiques! The older, the better!

The buyer had a squint.

They were antiques!

I inherited them from Phoenicians!

Nassim, I asked for number 24, not 17!

You ladies are too much!

You're lucky to have someone who risks running your errands!

Who will see your hair under your veil anyway?

What's up with you today?

What about you? Shut up!

What's going on here?

Did you get the newspapers?

I asked for three.

I've only got a crappy little scooter. Be grateful.

What about the decorating?

There's no hurry. The longer it goes on, the better it is.

You get to see more of Madame Amale.

Shut up!

Leaving so soon?

-Stay a while! -No, I'm busy.

How's the decorating?

Give it a rest!

Hi, Rabih.

Hello, Amale.

# How are you, my beauty?

# You are no more mine than I am yours

# I see you perched up there

# If only I could come up and bring you down

# How are you, my prince?

# You are no more mine than I am yours

# Hush, my heart, hush

# Don't be in such a rush

# Calm your emotion Beating so hard that way

# This love you will betray

# Let's keep it hard to find

# Out of sight, out of mind

# Little bird, tell me, pray

# What the crystal ball will say

# Is it me he thinks of still?

# And don't forget to send the bill

# Little bird Give me a tape to measure

# How long it will last, this treasure?

# Will our love bloom and grow?

# Tell me, let me know

Pinball at this hour! What did I do to deserve this?

What's up?

Hi, Amale. How's my brother?

Sorry, but they drive me nuts!

The trash bag has been sitting there for three days!

-I didn't see. -You didn't see?

Why the hell not?

Come on. Bring my slipper. Go on, Assaad.

You can laugh. You'll shut up when I send your mom down here.

Don't sell the jam for less than 10,000 pounds.

I killed myself making it.

Take this. Buy yourself two shirts and some pants

for Sara's first communion. And get rid of that tatty jacket.

May God bless you and keep you safe.

Rabih, when will all this work be finished?

When Amale smiles at him.

Hush! What's she supposed to do?

Put on a veil and be done with it!

You want our lot to kill her?

Why doesn't he get baptized?

-We'd gain a Christian. -That's true!

You think you're better than us?

It's different for us. We're baptized.

-Sorry! -It's true.

Look at Sassine.

He doesn't know if he's Christian or Muslim.

He's not bothered.

Exactly. He hasn't a care in the world.

A minor altercation in Wardeh

degenerated into a sectarian clash between Christians and Muslims,

during which handguns were drawn by both sides.

Four people were wounded

and there was significant material damage...

-Be careful. -Higher. Grab it!

What's this?

Change the channel. There are children watching.

-But it's a great film. -Absolutely not.

Leave it.

Change the channel. There are children watching.

Sassine, change it.

There are children here. They shouldn't see this.

Leave the news on.

We don't want it.

Go back.

We're not here for the news.

Yes, we are. Turn it up.

An emergency cabinet meeting was held to discuss

the situation in the country, both in political terms

and regarding ongoing security issues.

Elsewhere, concerning recent events

in the Wardeh region, an anonymous source confirmed...

Hammoudi, stop picking your nose!

I wasn't!

And what's with that red sweater?

...between Christians and Muslims...

Your chickens keep going in my garden!

We can't hear the TV!

Shut your big mouth!

What about you and your big mouth?

Calm down!

Religious leaders condemned...

You've got a cheek giving me lessons!

Mrs. Uptight!

You're the smelly one!

Mrs. Tight Ass!

You're the chicken!

Fatmeh! What's she done to you?

Shots can still be heard...

Amale, what's this dumb idea?

The wolves will get us!

Shut up and keep moving!

Are you sure you know the way?

Hurry up, the wolves are coming.

I know the way.

Be quick!

Scared of the Big Bad Wolf?

Worried about your big fat ass?

I'm freezing mine off here.

I like my ass.

Which one is it?

I'm no expert in TV sabotage!

Let's just smash the screen.

Yvonne would throw a fit.

Heavens above, I'm going to pee my panties.

-Do we play dead? -Stop it!

We're trying to concentrate!

The wolves will eat us for dessert if you don't hurry!

Give me that!

Is the scooter okay?

-We had a flat. -Yeah, right!

And I just sit here worrying?

You come home at dawn? And you, his cousin!

I trusted you.

Shut up! Get inside.

A flat?

These don't look flat to me!

I don't know what those ruffians get up to.

"Small altercation in Wardeh sparks sectarian riot."

So it's true what the TV said.

Has anyone taken a paper yet?

No.

It's a disaster.

Here's what we do.

They can read my ass now!

Hey, Saydeh, is your ass a broadsheet?

It's a dictionary. Want to look something up?

I swear to you, on my mother's...

I'm the one who left the window open. It doesn't even close.

The wind blew the cross over and it broke.

Why all the fuss?

You'd need a tornado to blow over that cross, Father.

I've said it 100 times.

The church is falling apart. Its foundations are crumbling,

and has anyone lifted a finger?

You, Youssef.

How many times have I asked you?

First, it's a hernia, then it's your bladder.

Now the cross is broken,

and you're all worked up, playing the tough guys.

You say the others broke it,

that they're causing trouble in the village.

Don't let events that take place elsewhere influence you.

It's all just rumor.

All is fine with the world.

Everything's okay.

What's going on?

May Almighty God forgive us!

Those sons of bitches!

The only sacred place we had left!

You looking for trouble?

You insult us?

-You mean us? -Son of a bitch!

-Abou Ahmad! -The house of God!

-You talking to me? -The house of God!

Don't do that, Abou Ahmad!

The house of God, you bastards!

May God forgive us!

Come on, go home.

You must ignore what goes on elsewhere.

Elsewhere is elsewhere.

For years, we've lived peacefully with our Christian brothers.

And the animals in the mosque?

Who said they did it?

Who was it then?

I don't know any more than you.

The mosque stays open. A goat came in.

She wanted to admire the carpets.

Mother of God!

Sweet Jesus!

What happened to you?

The font is full of blood!

It's full of blood!

You little punk! Come here!

Get out of here or I'll break your legs!

A curse on your father!

-They're kids! -I'll break your legs!

Boutros, calm down!

Stop! He's a child!

I'll kill you!

You savages!

Look!

Leave him alone!

And you call yourself men?

You call yourself a man?

You'd pick on a child?

Shame on you!

Come here, darling.

I told you not to play in front of the church.

Fatmeh, answer me.

I beg of you.

Don't tell Abou Ahmad.

Don't worry. I'm not crazy.

Go sort out your son.

Leave me alone.

Not a word to your father.

You're a good boy.

Well?

It's definitely blood.

Is it a sign?

God is speaking to us.

Yes. He's trying to tell us you're dumb.

It's chicken blood, stupid.

It's a chicken feather.

All that work for nothing.

Nobody touched it.

All the more for us.

Eat. It'll do you good.

Chew!

You need to eat.

It'll take a miracle to calm them down.

Yvonne. Can you hear us?

Talk to us.

Blessed be thy name.

She's talking to the Virgin!

Have mercy, Mary!

What's going on?

Peace be with her.

-Has she lost it? -She's talking to the Virgin.

Wake up.

What did the Virgin say to you?

She's angry.

She's weeping blood.

She says the cross of blood that marked our foreheads...

She said the cross of blood

that marked our foreheads...

Was a sign of God's anger.

Anger! The wrath of God is upon you!

-Did you hear that? -Yes.

Hitting kids? Have you no shame?

Apologize.

-The Virgin is angry. -It's not our fault!

Speak to the Virgin!

She's calling you. What does she say now?

She sees men killing each other.

The village in strife.

Men crouching in attics, fetching their guns.

And on their bellies searching under beds.

What else?

Youssef!

She sees the saint, God bless him.

Youssef Daoud!

What about him?

An asshole.

The Virgin said that?

Shut up or we'll be in the shit.

You'll ruin everything.

He called his neighbor, Abu Hassan, an asshole,

and threw blackberries at Oum Hassan's washing.

Not for the first time.

Stop it, Yvonne.

And Abou Ahmad!

What about him?

He threw his trash in Georges' garden.

It's true, I saw you!

Let's go.

Stop her before I slap her!

Drop it!

She's totally nuts.

Go ahead, faint.

That's it. Faint. Close your eyes.

Quick! Water and sugar!

Yvonne's passed out!

I'll fetch her some sugar.

What a sham. She's making fools of us.

Make way. You okay, Yvonne?

Your wife's a saint, Mayor.

My wife, a saint?

My wife's a miracle!

Yvonne, speak to me.

Sorry to interrupt, Holy Mother.

Come on, get up.

You'll see the Virgin tomorrow.

That's enough miracles today. Get up.

Stop gluing her. She'll end up looking like Quasimodo.

Give her to me.

Show me.

She's beautiful, no matter what.

If only you could help us, tell us what to do.

That's all we need!

Cat got your tongue?

Don't be cheap. They have to be beautiful.

Impossible! No way!

What's wrong, Madame Impossible? Worried about your old man?

It should cost you double for someone to look twice at him.

Come on, cough up.

Enough talking!

And you, Lady Mayoress, show us the cash.

Shame on you and this wicked plan!

I'd never agree to this in a million years!

The mayor's not touched you since the Stone Age,

and only uses it now as a garden hose!

Come on, cough up!

What foul language! Shame on you!

I don't agree with this. Here!

Come on, toss it all in. It might wake him up.

Give Abou Ahmad a taste of something else.

Worried? Stick a padlock on it!

I could kill you!

Amale, pay up.

Worried about Rabih? I know my brother.

It's only for a couple of days.

That's Svetlana.

That one, Tatiana.

And that one's Anna.

And who is the other one? Katia?

Let's have a look.

Yes, that's Katia.

You see that? We said sexy outfits, not naked!

Who the hell's that?

Who's she? Did we pick her?

Have a look, Saydeh.

She's a bonus. He gave us a free one.

What's the point?

You're hotter than she is!

Shut up.

-What if she's a Satanist? -That's okay.

It'll take the devil to calm them down!

The idiot! I said breakdown, not blow up!

I get it now, with those legs.

Whereas ours are only good for housework.

You could fit three of them in a pair of my pants.

But when you were young, dear, your hips moved mountains!

I weighed 16 pounds at birth.

Impressive.

Some milk of magnesia?

Drink it yourself and fetch them some juice!

The bus broke down outside the village.

We're doing a tour around here.

Putting on shows all over.

You know the Bolshoi?

-Of course! -You bet we do!

I swear, these girls are more famous than the Bolshoi!

Allow me, Mayor.

Stand back. Peel yourself off the window, kiddo.

See that cute little lady over there?

A real monkey!

She stands there almost motionless, then, in one go, she jumps

and she flies!

She spins, she twirls,

and when she's bored, she lands, straight as an arrow.

I swear, Reverend.

See that one over there?

When she does the splits, you wouldn't believe it!

She does it up against the wall.

You know what happens to the wall?

It cracks!

I've seen some things in my time, but never anything like this!

Have you known many women?

None like these.

Fate is a great provider.

They usually only perform for VlPs...

No offense intended.

All the celebrities dream of seeing them!

Let me through!

Step aside.

-Welcome. -Hello.

Out of the way.

So that makes you lose your heads?

They look like they've been in a famine.

Look at that anorexic one.

And the other, flat as a board.

Our smallest pair of boobs could feed half of Ukraine!

Listen up.

You'll have to just put up with it for a bit and welcome these girls.

The poor things have nowhere to go.

We have to take them in. God will reward us.

Once the bus is fixed, that'll be that. Right, Saydeh?

You're very kind.

You are welcome.

Hammoudi, darling, come here.

I need you. And Assaad. Come here, Assaad.

I know you're a good boy, and you, too, Assaad.

For my sake, just for two days, can they sleep in your room?

No problem. They're welcome.

Great. Now help them with their suitcase.

Turn the hot water on so they can shower.

Where's the suitcase?

Enough with the moaning! Damned kids!

Why do we only get one?

One is fine. Where would I put two?

It's not fair. Hammoudi and Assaad got two.

There's no space, we've only one room.

Where'll she sleep?

On my head. In my heart. She's the apple of my eye!

I can't look after her, I've no time for that limping thing!

You're too busy?

Too many appointments with the Virgin?

Don't you mention Her!

Let Her cut out your tongue!

And let Her rid me ofyou, blessed be Her name,

so I get some peace.

Don't utter Her name again!

Come here, sweetie.

Give me that.

He brings home a cripple and dares talk about the Virgin!

Welcome. It's an honor.

You're there!

Hey neighbor! How's it going?

Pretty crappy! She's put me on the floor.

In the kitchen as well.

You can keep your dresses in the fridge!

We've got five-star service here.

Two butlers and cigarettes!

Young man!

-Get up! -Oh, my God!

Are we at war?

Not yet.

Get dressed. Prayer is better than sleep.

You don't eat bread at all?

Not even a bit?

Look at those kids!

Look, look!

Bravo!

God bless you.

What a show! Such energy!

No salt at all? With a fork?

Nothing!

No biscuits or cakes?

They don't eat anything!

-Aren't they hungry? -I don't know.

But bread fills you up.

You'd be famous in Ukraine.

Well done, darling.

You're not like this when I ask for a glass of water!

Now, you're twitching like a fish!

You moan when we don't work, now you moan when we do!

I'm worried about your back, silly.

Shut up and be happy. They're occupied! They're spellbound!

In a line, boys. Hammoudi, get in line!

Yes, sir!

I'd like a hair thickener.

Okay.

I want some slimming cream.

Look, girls.

A cemetery!

Christians and Muslims.

There's more dead than alive here. They're so young.

There's only photos of men.

This looks like Yvonne's son.

Really?

Did you see the photo at her place?

Now I see why she's crazy.

He's so cute!

What a lovely face!

What a waste.

Their poor mothers.

Even dead, they're divided.

What's up with you lot?

Going on a pilgrimage?

-Yeah, to your mom's! -What?

What's wrong?

Our shoes were stolen at the mosque.

-What's that? -To your mom's, okay?

-You talking to me? -Yeah, I am.

-To me, asshole? -Yeah!

Leave my mom out of it!

-Back off! -You take it back!

Back off!

Take it back!

Stop it!

That's enough!

Stop it!

That's enough!

Have you learned nothing?

Nothing at all?

Hasn't your mom suffered enough?

She's still grieving for your brother.

Her tears aren't even dry!

Have a little dignity, for heaven's sake!

It's enough to make us lose our faith!

You think we're just here to mourn you?

To wear black forever?

Have a little pity!

You're just animals!

You'll make us sick of God and this shitty village!

Is that what being a man means?

And you!

What's he done to you?

What's your problem?

Hit me. I'm one of them!

I'm one of them, I said. Hit me!

Go on, go for it!

Get out of here!

Go home. Go die in your own homes.

Get out of here!

You, too. I don't want your help!

We're on our own now.

Get out!

Get out of my sight, all of you!

Come here, you.

Ten hours out in the sun!

Haven't you ever seen the sun before?

Who'll look at you now?

Who's going to want you now?

You're roasted!

How stupid.

We went to all that effort.

What are they up to?

The poor things got sunburn.

They're going to die.

If only your binoculars had ears!

Easy, honey. Hold still. They're going to die.

Do you think Rita is still awake?

You'll need a big rock to wake her!

I know her.

She's a heavy sleeper.

My God!

What's wrong with you? You almost killed me!

Bring your tape recorder.

They've got 2,500 nukes. I think she knows!

I'd rather check.

Hi, Rabih.

Hello, Amale.

What's up? Something wrong?

-Are you alone? -Of course, I am.

Don't worry.

This poor girl is allergic to Amale's cat.

She's all red.

Hello.

How can I help?

Where else could I go at 3:00 a.m.?

My house is overflowing already,

but you have a spare room. She can stay with you.

You want me to look after her?

She's not disabled! She's the one who'll look after you.

Go on, darling. Go in.

I'll fix up her room.

Hurry, before the dew settles.

She doesn't eat much.

Katyusha? Like the missiles?

What if she blows up?

God forbid! Why would she blow up?

How old is she?

She looks younger.

Is she married?

Ask her.

She says she's too young.

I had two kids weaned by then.

What did she say?

She hasn't found her Prince Charming yet.

And real men like you are rare.

-He's a real catch. -She said that?

She's such a nice girl.

But say I hit Christian girls.

If she's trouble, I'll throw her stuff out.

Why do you say that?

Shame on you.

What did she say?

She says she's sorry.

She's very embarrassed.

She won't be any trouble.

She'll stay with you, for better or worse.

It's lovely how polite she is.

If that's so, ask what she likes for breakfast.

Who cares! Let her starve!

Milk and boiled eggs will be fine.

No, ask her.

She says all she needs is love and water.

She offers to make your breakfast.

Such breeding!

If she makes it with those pretty hands, I accept.

But you know what? She seems a bit snobby and proud.

She thinks I'm beneath her.

She'd be better off with a Christian.

You're right.

And she thinks you're selfish.

That you need a haircut. You're like a plucked chicken!

What? She said that? Really? The cheek of it!

Don't listen, darling. My brother is perfect.

You can only trust foreigners now.

Same for us!

Goodnight!

What's eating her?

# If there had been words between us

# We would have spoken

# If there had been tears between us

# We would have wept

# If there had been a path to take us

# Together, we'd have walked it

# If there had been a route to take us

# Together, we'd have found it

# If there had been a dream between us

# We would have fallen asleep

# If there had been peace between us

# We would have forgotten

# If there had been a path to take us

# Together, we'd have walked it

# If there had been a route to take us

# Together, we'd have found it

# Is there a single refrain repeated between us?

# Are there too many people coming between us?

# Is there a moon, is there a tree?

# Or even a broken bridge to see?

# Is there a plain, is there a mountain?

# Or even a forgotten valley?

# Or perhaps there is a new path

# That we can't yet see?

Here. Welcome.

Friends, we are under threat.

Come on. Don't exaggerate.

We need to fetch our weapons. We no longer have a choice.

How could you go without telling me?

Don't you know what's going on?

I swear, you're going to make me ill.

Are you drunk?

Nassim? Nassim, darling?

Darling?

Why isn't he answering?

Nassim?

Nassim, my love?

What's wrong?

What is it, darling?

Answer me!

What happened to you, my child?

Nassim!

Roukoz, what happened?

Tell me, what's going on?

Why won't he answer?

Speak to me, little one!

Roukoz, tell me!

Why the silence? Speak to me!

It was me! It's all my fault!

We took a wrong turn on the way home.

There were people shooting each other.

Christians and Muslims. He was hit.

I didn't know what to do.

They killed him!

I beg you, Sainted Virgin!

I'm going to tell lssam.

What are you doing? You stay here!

He needs to know.

You know what he's like!

He'll kill a Muslim and start a war!

I beg you.

He needs to know.

Let me tell him.

He's all I have now. I can't lose him, too.

Answer me, baby.

Answer me, sweetheart.

Get down from there.

Are you not a mother?

Are you not a mother?

You take people's children without asking?

What right do you have to take him from me?

Why didn't you protect him?

What were you doing?

I trusted you with him and this is how you give him back?

This is how you return him?

Go see him, he's in the well!

You don't care. Your son's in your arms!

But where's my son?

Why do you look at me like that?

Answer me! Where is my son? Where is he?

Give him back.

Give him back to me!

You'll never see me here again, you hear me?

I won't let you hurt anymore children.

Rita.

That's enough crying now.

Go wash up and put on some makeup.

Put on some colorful clothes.

You, just behave like normal.

If anyone asks, Nassim's sick.

Say he's got mumps.

Nobody can see him, okay?

Give it back then.

It's fly spray!

-Give it. -Nothing will hide your goat-y smell.

And you smell like jasmine?

Not goat in any case.

Give me that cap, you dirty pig!

What's up with you?

It's Nassim's cap!

Tell him to come and get it!

Oh, my God!

Get moving!

How could you do that? Go on, move.

Shame on you! What were you thinking?

Don't we have enough problems already?

Takla?

Open up. It's Afaf.

How are you?

Hammoudi has come to apologize to Nassim,

and return his cap.

Go on, darling.

It was a joke. I didn't mean it.

I'm very sorry.

Go on, go in.

No, he can't come in. Nassim is ill.

He won't go near him.

You don't get it. He has the mumps.

It's contagious. It's dangerous for boys.

We have enough problems!

He's a big, strong lad.

He'll be fine. Why do you look so serious?

Nassim?

-He's asleep, we'll come back. -Just apologize from here.

He has a sore throat. He can't speak.

Do I talk to the door?

Go on, speak. He'll hear you.

Yes, he'll hear. Say what you have to say.

Speak up!

I came to apologize.

I'm sorry about what happened.

We're children of the same village.

We're brothers.

I regret what happened.

You, Roukoz and your cap deserve our respect.

Don't be mad at me. I'm sorry.

We're sons of the same village.

I promise it will never happen again.

I'll kiss the door.

Your cap's in great shape. As good as new.

I'll leave it here for you.

I hope you get well soon.

Happy now?

Why are you so pale?

It's nothing. I'm just tired.

Everything will be all right. Don't worry.

Don't worry about Nassim. Mumps is nothing.

Two mallow compresses and he'll be fine.

Wash your face and get dressed.

We'll go to Amale's and see what to do.

"What to do"? What is there left to do?

Come on. I'm counting on you.

No, I'm staying with my son.

She's strange today.

And I remember, her mother-in-law was still alive then.

Saydeh says Nassim's already had mumps.

-Hasn't he? -Yes.

Along with my boy when they were small.

Why are you lying to us? Your mother-in-law was still alive.

Two days I've been worrying.

What are you hiding?

Tell us. What is it?

What's wrong?

Hello, Mom.

Hello, lssam, how are you?

Where's A:ida?

Where's the green box? I can't find it.

What box? I don't know.

I've searched the whole house.

-Did you hide it? -No. Why do you want guns?

Why guns?

Why do you want guns?

Where is Nassim?

Why is it locked?

I told you, he has mumps.

Stop with the mumps! Open it!

Open this door!

Your brother has mumps.

That's enough. Let me in!

I won't give you the key!

-Leave her, you'll kill her. -The key!

-I beg you. -Stop it, Mom.

Where's Nassim?

Where's Nassim? Look at me. Where is Nassim?

Where is he? Did someone hurt him?

A:ida, where is Nassim?

Why this silence? Where is he?

Is Nassim hurt?

Did someone hurt him?

Where is Nassim? Tell me!

Where is he? What did they do to him?

Did they hurt him? Those sons of bitches?

-Who hurt him? -Nobody, I promise.

Who did it?

Issam, I beg you. It was nobody from the village!

I beg you!

Those sons of bitches!

Mom, what are you doing?

Are you crazy?

You're staying here.

Drop it!

You're staying here!

Put it down!

It was nobody from the village!

-Drop that! -You're going nowhere!

I won't let you die, too!

What are you doing?

You can't stay here!

Are you crazy?

She's stoned.

-Calm down. Here. -I don't want any!

-Why not? -Because!

It's kicking off here!

They've gone crazy. Blown a fuse.

-So what? -You think it's better anywhere else?

They booked us for a week.

They're counting on us.

We're staying, whatever.

Okay. It's your choice.

But you won't see a dime.

We're really scared!

We're terrified!

Good-bye!

We're in the shit, Father.

They're out of control.

My dear lmam,

forgive them, for they know not what they do.

And you think we do?

We've one man dead, and they'll want revenge.

Luckily, they don't know about Nassim.

When they find out he was killed, regardless of where,

there'll be no holding them back,

and it'll be a bloodbath.

Dear lmam, my hands are tied.

They got me to fake a miracle.

I won't even get into hell, now.

You see those women?

If we go with them,

and do what they want,

1,000 paradises await us!

Who is it?

Yvonne. Open up.

It's all I had.

With a little hash, it'll knock out a camel.

# Cut, chop

# Crush, smash

# Grind it fine, don't hold back

# Mix it all together

# Take the finest hash Worth its weight in gold

# Yellow or brown It makes no difference

# Add some more, don't be shy This hashish comes from my heart

# He's drowning, throw him a ring

# Roll it, knead it

# Mix it, stretch it

# Plait it, turn it, bake it

# Nice and slow

# Take the finest hash Worth its weight in gold

# Yellow or red He'll still be stoned

# Add some more, don't be shy This hashish comes from my heart

# He's drowning, throw him a ring

In the name of Allah, the all-merciful,

all inhabitants of our dear village,

we invite you to a meeting

about the stupid things you are currently doing,

and which we want to stop.

We invite you on Thursday, at 6:00 p.m.,

to Madame Amale's café.

For all children of Christ,

attendance is compulsory!

Let us clean consciences and hearts of the atrocities you do to each other.

And maybe later, when our guests leave,

they might have a good word to say

after you have humiliated us

dragging us through the mud.

Shame on you!

Attendance is compulsory!

Compulsory!

Peace be with you, and God bless you!

# Chop it, fry it

# Stuff it, roll it

# Mix it, sprinkle it In the oven it goes

# Take the finest hash Worth its weight in gold

# Yellow or brown He'll still be stoned

# Add some more, don't be shy This hashish comes from my heart

# He's bored, and needs some fun

# Forget his silliness

# Good riddance to his problems

# Perhaps now he'll understand

# And we might see him smile again

# Take the finest hash Worth its weight in gold

# Red or brown It makes no difference

# Add some more, don't be shy This hashish comes from my heart

# He's sleepy Give him his pajamas!

-It's very good with juice. -No, thank you.

Go on, for me. It's delicious.

Help yourself.

While you wait for the priest.

Enjoy!

While we wait for the imam.

Where is the mayor?

He's sulking. Nobody asked him about the meeting.

Don't worry. I sorted him out.

Abou Ahmad! Cheers, my friend!

Cheers, asshole!

Eight...

-...nine... -Wait.

On the tape, they said from the olive tree it was 20 paces south.

Spare us the science, Einstein. That's south. Carry on.

Where was l? Nine,

10, 1 1...

Wait, Amale. Wait.

They counted in men's shoe sizes.

You're only a size six.

Afaf, you have feet like a man.

-You must be a 10. -Very funny, Cinderella!

You trod on my foot!

Sorry, darling. Where were we?

-Fourteen... -Fifteen...

Good job, Katia!

Allah?

"Praise be to Allah for his graciousness."

Did you take up yoga?

That's it. We've gone and lost her now!

Did you forget your pills, dear?

No. Her brain is fried forever.

Is your hotline to the Virgin down?

Poor me.

She's gone for good.

Praise be to the Prophet, by the Prophet,

and go wash your mouth.

"By the Prophet"?

Hail Mary, full of grace.

The Lord be with you...

Are you feeling okay, Mom?

What's that?

What's that thing?

What's wrong with you, Mom?

What are you wearing?

Where are the girls?

Where did they go?

Why don't you answer, Mom?

Have you blown a fuse?

Shut up. Time for mass.

Mass?

I'm wearing this now for walking in the village.

Come on, everybody! Come look at me!

I'm only half-dressed!

What's this dictionary under my pillow?

It's the book of God. It's the gospel.

It's my holy book now, the gospel!

Come and open the door right now or I'll smash it and smash you, too!

Smash me? Like your neighbor, Georges?

Only yesterday, you ate hummus with him

calling him, "Georgie, my friend, my brother!"

And now you want to kill him?

Because, out there, they're fighting?

You want to cut him into pieces?

Well, I'm one of theirs now. I'm Georgette.

Start with me! Come and kill me!

It's what I look like now. Like it or lump it.

-Where are you going? -To the depths of hell!

Whose is this hand on the door?

The hand that will strangle you

ifyou keep this up. Go throw some more blackberries!

You want to make a fool of me?

You're fools already! You're driving us nuts!

The cards have been dealt. What's done is done.

A curse on you!

We're already cursed.

You broke our hearts.

We've nothing left to hope for.

What are you wearing? What's that?

Don't you like it? Divorce me then!

I must be dreaming!

Where are you going?

To Mecca!

May God punish you, Father Constantine!

Did we get away with it?

Down here, maybe. But up there, I'm not so sure.

Now you live with the enemy.

Mom, what have you done?

I'm one of them now.

What more can you do?

Get up, my son.

We have to bury your brother.

My story is now ending for all those who were listening.

Of a town where peace was found, while fighting continued all around.

Of men who slept so deep

and woke to find new peace.

Of women still in black,

who fought with flowers and prayers

instead of guns and flares,

and to protect their children.

Destiny then drove them to find a new way.

Where do we go now?

To our mothers...