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How's it going?

Hey now!

What?

You're looking good! Where'd you come from?

- Nowhere. - Sure.

- Give it. - No "hello" first?

You druggie.

How's your Italian so good?

I lived in Rome for 5 years.

Where you from?

I am American,

French, Italian,

Senegalese, Algerian, Venezuelan.

Did you make a new friend?

Finally, someone who speaks Italian.

- Sof, Gabriela. - Nice to meet you.

You too.

LYON

Isis.

It's you. You good?

Isis.

Here, pretty girl.

You know your cat is adorable?

Yes, I rescued and fed her, and yet she's always with you.

Why is that?

You're sloshed.

Come meet my friends. It'll be fun.

- Fun? - With your hillbilly friends?

- What? - No, thanks.

And what, you're Swedish or something?

Why are you guys so obsessed with Sweden?

Shit, dude.

She's so pretty!

Pretty girl, make us the tea

Make us the tea From the pan to the teapot

It suits him.

I told you.

Don't leave.

Please, Tahar. Tahar said you were a ladies' man.

- Seriously! - I saw him with a hot Brazilian chick.

He must drug them.

- Fuck off. - What now?

- What did I say? - Asshole!

- Chill out. - Stop it.

Hey dickheads,

sounds like you need to get laid.

I'm sure you all have sisters.

The plan is simple: you each bang someone else's sister.

You can bang his sister, he can bang your sister.

And so on. So it stays in the family!

Don't talk about my sister!

Are you crazy?

He's drunk!

Son of a bitch.

SIX FEET OVER

Isis,

why won't you stay with me?

Seen my face?

Come back.

I need you.

Sof.

I know you're home.

You got a letter.

Give me my cat back.

You've missed several of your exams.

You've changed majors twice.

It's no wonder you're having visa issues.

I only have 30 days' notice to leave the country.

What do I do?

Find a loophole.

What kind of loophole?

In such short notice, marriage probably isn't an option.

So you'll have to find a job.

An employment contract.

Find something the French can't do.

Like what?

ROUBAIX

Muslim Funeral Home

There's a small plate there for your cigarette.

Sugar?

No, thank you.

I don't take any either.

The only coffee I'll drink.

Thank you.

I'm sorry about your mother.

I would've come to her funeral had I known about it.

I hadn't heard from your father in a long time.

We used to spend summers in Sétif.

He was always telling wild stories.

We thought he'd become a poet or a writer.

I'm not sure if my father told you, but I need a job contract.

Or I'll be deported.

Yes, he told me everything. Don't worry.

When will I get it?

In a rush?

I understand, but you'll need to work first.

Okay, I'd just like to know when I'll have it.

My visa expires in a few days.

We work with the police.

I know them well.

You won't have any issues.

Hello, El Haj.

Hello.

This is our new hire, Sofiane.

Sof.

What's "Sof"?

I go by Sof.

You'll work with him now.

Hello.

Hello, this is Boutlali Funeral Home.

- Hello. - You're the new hire?

Welcome.

- I'm Morad. - Sof.

His name is Sofiane, but he wants us to call him Sof.

So it's like your rapper name.

Where are you from?

I was born in Sétif, but I've lived all over.

Senegal, Italy, Venezuela.

New York, too.

That's cool.

- You understand Arabic? - Yes.

Take his bag and follow him.

Hurry up.

Where are we going?

To the morgue.

Already?

Out of our last two young hires,

one passed out, and the other vomited and ran off.

- Are you doing well, El Haj? - Yes, thank heavens.

Another newbie?

Where you from, newbie?

I'm from all over.

He's a Setifian.

I'm a diplomat's son, that's why. I was just born there.

Don't touch anything, you'll just watch.

It's not pretty. He went through the windshield.

I'll leave you to it.

See you later.

Fill up the bucket.

Did you hear me?

- To thank you. - Sorry.

Please.

It's the truth!

Sofiane never believes my stories, but they're all true.

Of course.

So, one day...

This is funny.

One day, a friend of my mother,

your grandmother, may she rest in peace...

She came over with two parakeets in a cage.

She wanted to see if I could communicate with them.

The first day, nothing happened.

The second day,

still nothing.

The third day...

Hurry up, Dad.

I'll cut to the chase.

The third day, still nothing.

After a week,

they came to pick up their parakeets,

and they couldn't believe their eyes.

I was talking with the parakeets.

It was a real back-and-forth conversation.

It was like...

Can't you do something?

- About what? - You know what.

Your cousin Boutlali is exploiting me.

No job contract.

I'm working for free.

Well, you should've focused in school.

- Can you get him a Belgian visa? - How?

I'll lose my diplomatic passport and have to ask for a visa.

- And the embassy? - What about it?

Even if they still need me, I'm retired now.

I won't ask that new arrogant ambassador for anything.

He didn't like your bird stories?

That's right.

I'd rather we all moved to Sétif than ask him for anything.

Yeah, right.

So you can't do anything.

I did what I could.

What about money?

Look at my pension in euros,

and you do the math.

If you don't want to be like me, finish college.

I wasn't as lucky as you.

You want me to tell you what I went through at your age?

No, I already know, but thanks.

What happened at school?

- Don't. - Don't what?

They're just a bunch of racists.

They saw an Arab name and decided

to throw me out after one slip-up.

What slip-up?

- Please stop. - I'm trying to understand.

You always do this.

- Do what? - Forget it.

Stop it.

You're talking about Mom?

- I want to know. - There's nothing to get.

- There is! - She OD'd on sleeping pills. That's it!

Enough!

- Tell me. - Calm down, Sofiane.

You're a pain, Sofiane.

I'll get his bottle.

We want him sent to Rabat tonight. Can you do that?

Yes, I have all the documents ready,

I just need a few signatures.

Excellent.

What gives? I want my phone.

- Get out. - I'm staying here.

My stomach hurts.

Come in, or you'll find a new job.

- El Haj. - How are you?

Good, you?

Fanny, can you stamp this, please?

- Three days? - Exactly.

Can I have my phone?

Please.

What's the problem?

What is an Italian Venezuelan New Yorker doing in my van?

I don't know.

But this idea of being Arab, Algerian, Kabyle, and proud of it,

it's whack.

And you know what?

All these religious rules, do this, not that.

That's whack too.

I don't care about Islam. I'm not Muslim.

That's fine. You're a nobody.

Maybe. But at least I'll have a different job.

I'm glad you like taking care of dead people.

I've got better things to do.

Like what?

Anything. Anything is better than this.

Get out.

Here?

Anything is better than this.

Get out, Sof.

Damn it!

Sofiane, do you want some tea?

No, thanks.

Some coffee?

No.

Dad will be home around 6:00.

I don't understand why he's still at the embassy all day.

Whatever makes him happy.

- I thought he sold the piano. - He couldn't.

They came to get it, and he said no.

You won't be sent back to the village, don't worry.

Don't worry? That's easy for you to say.

I haven't been laid in 8 months.

What?

- Why not? - How should I know?

That's serious.

Poor Lucas.

Poor Lucas?

What is this male solidarity club?

- It's crazy, they're all the same. - All the same?

It's a biological fact that abstinence is tougher for men.

A biological fact? Where'd you read that?

"Where did you read that?"

In a biology book.

Yeah, right. You don't even know how to read.

So you're a male chauvinist.

Actually, you'd do well back home.

You'd fit in perfectly.

We're here.

- No. - Yes.

Hi, my darling.

Perfect timing.

Come in, have a seat.

Go easy on me.

I've come back for you

Shit, not this one.

It was their song.

I knew you'd be waiting

I knew that we couldn't

Go without one another for long

I've come back for you

What are you doing?

What the hell?

I'm sorry, I thought you were...

Dead?

Yeah.

Really?

First time anyone's said that. Sorry.

- Are you okay? - You weren't breathing.

I was doing my exercises.

We think we know how to breathe, but we don't really.

You have to learn how.

To walk, eat,

drink,

and poop too.

Really?

Yes.

Your pelvis should be low to the ground,

like when you're squatting.

Like for Turkish toilets.

Turkish toilets?

- It's a hole in the ground. - Right.

I didn't know we called them that in France.

Harder to read a book, though.

That's true.

- You like to read? - I do.

What are you reading now?

A book on international relations

about the oil wars.

- Interesting. - What about you?

- What can I get you? - A small fries.

A small fries.

- Ketchup, mayo? - Mayo.

May I?

Boutlali told me you like to eat here.

It looks good.

It's not too sweet?

It's the usual.

Last time it was too sweet.

If so, I'll remake it.

It's cold.

Tea needs to be piping hot.

I know I haven't been focused at work, but put yourself in my shoes.

I'm a student, and my school doesn't want to renew my visa.

Because they're racist.

Here.

Wait.

As I was saying, to renew my visa,

I'll need a job contract.

If you could talk to Boutlali, you'd be rid of me sooner.

Hello?

Ketchup, please.

Be right there.

Not many old folks here now.

We mostly house young sub-Saharan workers.

They don't always get along well.

In here.

A group will pick him up in an hour. Is that alright?

- He has no family? - No.

He asked for you specifically.

Did you know him?

He was very clean and meticulous.

But after his wife died in Kabylia, he changed.

I'll leave you to it.

Fill up the bucket.

Shit!

He who is dirty

is he who judges the dead or the living.

Respect God's creatures. Is that clear?

I'll start.

My name is Didier Leberger.

I am homeless,

so if someone here could spare some change,

a meal ticket, or a 500 dollar bill,

that'd be so cool.

That was brave, Sofiane.

This is your first time here,

so you don't know many of us.

Instead of pretending all is well,

you could use that fear you felt coming in.

The exercise is to take on a new identity

while also revealing yourself.

Show us what you're about.

You understand?

Sofiane,

look me in the eyes.

I'm looking at you.

Say something to me in Arabic.

What?

Tell me you want me in Arabic.

Not like that.

What's wrong?

You okay? You're not hurt?

I'm fine.

What are you doing? Calm down.

- Let go! - Stay calm.

He was acting odd. No ID on him.

First and last time, okay?

Just a minute.

Sophie, please.

Please, ma'am, I'm so sorry.

Can I speak to the police officer for a minute?

I'd really like to apologize.

You can go.

Excuse me?

Quick, before he changes his mind.

Thank you.

I could see myself being sent back on a plane.

When she said I could leave, it was like waking up from a nightmare.

I'll never forget that.

Never.

Where are we going?

El Haj.

- Who's this? - He works with me.

Go ahead.

What the hell are you doing here?

Sofiane.

I wouldn't snoop around.

This way.

Take it.

Shit!

You no longer work with me.

I don't understand. What did I do?

As the prophet said, peace and salvation be upon him.

Allah loves when someone does something with care.

God willing.

I'll stop by later.

Okay, bye.

How are you, Sofiane?

I'm fine.

You don't like Arabic.

What does Sof mean?

Nothing.

I prefer Sofiane.

It's a nice name.

It has a beautiful meaning. You should be proud.

It's nice working with you.

Working with El Haj always ends like this.

Like what?

El Haj always does this.

But you lasted longer than I thought.

There is always a moment

where it falls apart.

Don't know why.

Oh yeah?

That's just how he is.

He's never gone to Mecca.

Can you believe he's called Haj but he's never done the Haj pilgrimage?

Why am I telling you all this?

One of his colleagues said I should call a Muslim funeral home.

He was Muslim,

but wasn't a believer.

He was a communist.

If you're born Muslim, you die Muslim.

What happens in between doesn't change that.

We can repatriate the body. We handle everything.

He never talked about that.

You wouldn't have to do anything.

I'd rather he be buried here.

That's not a problem. Do you have a large table?

- A what? - A large table.

To place the body for the cleaning.

You will wash him here?

We can do it at the funeral home if you prefer.

Yes,

please.

We'll meet you at the hospital.

Thank you.

Why'd you tell her about the morgue?

We would've been done.

You hungry?

People like Boutlali, El Haj, and my father the drunk,

are all the same.

They lie to their wives and kids,

to their employees and their clients.

The Arab world's in crisis because of them.

You never answered me about the room.

What room?

You could stay with my friends.

It's better than Boutlali's room.

They're good people.

They're religious, hard workers.

What are you doing?

You can't do that.

I didn't do anything.

May Allah send prayers and peace upon him.

Good behavior is the best thing

that was given to people.

El Haj.

Are you done for the day?

May God be with you.

El Haj doesn't talk much, but he knows what he thinks.

My name is Zach.

Zacharia.

I'm from Brussels.

I've moved around a lot the last few years.

Because I'm looking for a woman.

I'm looking for a woman who held out her hand to me.

A hand I didn't know how to take.

I'd like to tell her that I wasn't ready.

I clearly wasn't ready.

But now I am.

I'd also like to tell her that I'm thinking about her.

That I miss her.

And I'd like to tell her that.

You never come to the mosque?

Don't worry,

only good people come here.

Morad had a troubled adolescence.

Isn't that right?

- Thanks to God, he found peace. - Thank God.

Thanks to my wife and thanks to you.

He introduced me to Boutlali.

He's an old friend.

Your job is important to the community.

You should remain pure and honest.

Morad can help you.

And you can come here whenever you'd like.

The first stamp of independent Algeria.

Impressive, isn't it?

Who's this?

Sofiane.

Sofiane is Hamid's son.

Hamid is Malika's son. Malika.

I know who Malika is.

Stop repeating yourself. I'm not crazy.

He works with me.

Do you know why El Haj won't work with me anymore?

El Haj is like that.

What does that mean?

The only thing I know about him

is he pushes away people he gets close to.

That's why he's good at his job.

He doesn't get attached to the dead.

- Did you offer him some dates? - Yes.

Which ones?

In the green box. You locked up the other ones.

She's afraid I'll gain weight otherwise.

She's a mom.

You know where I was the past two days?

- In Nice? - Yes, in Nice.

I'm opening an office there, and I want you to run it.

You'll be the boss.

Are you serious?

Morad said you remind him of El Haj.

He meant it as an insult,

but that means you're a hard worker.

I'll prepare your contract, and you'll have it once you get there.

To Nice.

Sofiane,

this is a serious offer.

So think about it.

Think long and hard.

You good?

Yeah, but I told you to wait for me downstairs.

What?

It doesn't look like a student lives here.

What does that mean?

I don't know...

There aren't any books or notebooks.

So?

So, nothing.

Want to see my student ID?

No, thanks.

What are you doing?

I don't have any photos of you. You're cute when you're mad.

- Please don't. - Want to take your clothes off?

Rachel.

Just your pants.

We're leaving.

I'm sure you have condoms.

What was that?

I didn't know you were religious.

I'm just reading the Koran.

- That bothers you? - No.

Not at all.

I'm surprised,

that's all.

No, thanks.

So you are religious.

This is getting annoying.

Have a glass with me then.

Why?

I want to know.

Know what?

Who you are.

Because I won't have a drink and I read the Koran,

you no longer know me?

I feel like I don't know you.

Why do you only go out with Turks and Arabs?

Why would you ask that?

There.

Happy now?

You know who I am?

I don't know who I am at all.

Not at all!

You want simple? Go sleep with a white guy.

You won't need yoga, acting class, or anything.

You're such an asshole.

I beg of you. He was a good Muslim.

A good Muslim!

Please.

My brother killed himself.

I'm begging of you. Please.

I'm sorry, but if that's true...

He will be washed and buried like a good Muslim.

Thank you, may Allah bless you.

Why'd you say that? It was a suicide.

Tradition says we can't...

Who are you to talk about tradition?

Who are you to say if someone's a good or bad Muslim?

What are you doing here?

I want to work with you.

See you tomorrow.

My sweetheart.

Ma'am, who let you in here?

Are you family? You can't touch...

Look,

leave me alone, or I'll make a scene.

I know I shouldn't have let her touch the body.

It's okay. I would've done the same.

Is this the only job you've ever had?

I can't picture you doing anything else because...

Yes?

- Is this your regular hummus? - Yes.

It has a weird aftertaste.

- You want a new one? - No.

I'll have tea. Not too sweet, very hot.

Why not try a different restaurant since this place isn't great?

You're doing just fine. I've nothing left to teach you.

Boutlali has trouble finding employees. He wants you to stay.

You need to decide what you want to do in life.

You can go.

Go.

Go!

NICE

It's taboo if you die with a boner.

- You won't be sent back to the village. - A disgrace.

It's after a violent death, like a hanging or by poison.

- You seen that? - No.

- How's this your job? - It's just a temporary gig.

As soon as I get my visa, I'll close up shop.

- But it can be rewarding. - Rewarding?

The experience. I've just had a thought.

If I die tomorrow, and I get a hard-on,

would you make my dick go soft?

Just for that, I won't die.

I'm not gonna die.

You'll need to get hard while you're alive first.

Whatever.

You won't even be able to close my casket.

Should I tell them?

See you, guys.

Hey, don't touch too many dicks.

Nope, not until you're dead!

Xavier Candoni.

Shall we?

All I know is there's a family dispute. Not sure why.

They want to speak to a Muslim.

We'll split it 50/50, okay?

Mr. Rhamani, Mr. Candoni.

Hello everyone,

I'm Sofiane Rhamani from Boutlali Funeral Home.

Who's the wife of the deceased?

I am.

My condolences, ma'am.

Thank you.

Can you show me the body?

Go show him the body. How will you do that?

- How will we bury him with dignity? - Malika.

Go on!

Please.

Can I see it?

There it is.

I followed his wishes.

Sure, but she didn't respect her husband's religion.

He found religion stupid.

You're stupid!

You've never accepted me into this family!

You're just a dirty liar!

Please...

The dead belong to no one.

This woman respected her husband's final wishes.

She put ideas into his head.

And you want traditions to be respected.

What do we do when our wishes confront our ancestors' traditions?

What is he saying?

Who is this guy?

What should we do now?

It's simple.

This man wanted to be cremated.

We can't change that.

But we can place his ashes in a casket

and bury him with dignity.

As if we had any other choice.

In a Muslim cemetery?

Okay.

Such diplomacy.

You were great in there.

Thanks.

My father used to work with Muslims.

I don't nearly as often.

They want Muslims to handle things.

Could your boss get me a job contract?

I'll bring in Muslim clients.

I've got a better idea.

Let's go into business.

We'll do everything 50/50. Sound good?

The problem is I need a job contract.

- Can you ask him? - My boss is a crook.

That'd make me lose my job.

Know anyone who could help?

I don't. I'm sorry.

But I'm serious about my business idea.

You've got something. Think it over.

Answer, asshole!

- You good? - Yeah.

Thanks.

Nice apartment.

It's...

unusual.

- Wait till you see inside. - Love the decor.

You jerk!

You seeing anyone?

You?

No.

It's beautiful here.

The embassy is finally organizing a retirement party for Dad.

We don't know when, but you should come.

Why?

Is he gonna sing?

Stop it.

Ever since Mom died, he's become a singer.

As if his stories weren't annoying enough.

- What did he ever do to you? - Nothing.

That's the problem.

He never did anything for me, for us, or for himself.

You'd have preferred he dipped into the embassy's pockets?

Not to mention Mom.

Like all of us, he did the best he could.

He was good at making up stories.

She liked hearing them.

She was alone in all these shitty countries.

The joys of being a diplomat.

He's an egotistical liar.

You're one to talk.

- What's that mean? - You didn't show up for your exams.

We act like we're clueless.

Why? Because when Sofiane's upset,

no one says a word.

- It's fine. - No, it's not.

Mom's necklace belongs to Hind, me, and you.

And who gets to keep it?

You, of course. Like always.

You're like Dad. That's what bothers you.

Anybody there?

Yes.

Sofiane.

Boutlali.

Abdelmajid Boutlali, your boss's cousin.

He said you're Hamid's son.

He's my cousin too.

We're all family.

Look,

I'm here because my boss's son died last night.

The Belhassen family.

The body's at the morgue. It needs to go to Tunis today.

Can I count on you?

Can you take care of this immediately?

Good.

Thanks.

I'll never forget this.

Neither will my boss.

You know him?

Samir Belhassen, the businessman.

He's very generous.

Because you're family, I knew it'd work out.

Please be discreet.

I haven't even told my wife yet.

Go, don't lose him.

There you go.

You had to turn there.

What's wrong? You need to follow him.

Are you crazy or something?

- Answer me! - Do that again and I'll punch you!

You're gonna call your dumb cousin

and tell him I want a contract today.

- What contract? - Damn it!

Are you all deaf?

No contract, no body!

That'll be my boss.

Don't give a shit. Call Boutlali.

You need to figure it out.

What?

Okay, I'll tell him.

He said his scanner is broken.

He'll text me a photo of my signed contract right now.

Hello, did you hear that?

Yes, on WhatsApp.

"Huh" what?

His cell phone's broken.

Boutlali, I have a simple question for you.

Do you want the body to rot in the van?

- Give me that! - Is that it?

I don't want that! Give me my phone back.

Excuse me, we have a fax machine if you need one.

Excellent.

- A fax machine? Where? - Right there.

Great. Can you give me the fax number, please?

Hello?

Dad, please don't get involved.

No, what you don't understand

is that your cousin has been playing me for a while.

Excuse me, here it is.

Excuse me.

Yes.

He wanted you to have this.

I can't.

No way.

I knew it!

Sorry I'm late.

I didn't think you were coming.

I'm here now.

Ladies and gentlemen.

His Excellency can't be here tonight,

but he wanted to thank you

for all the diplomatic work you've done for our country.

I didn't have the chance to work with you.

But what exemplary journeys you've had.

All the men and women who work behind the scenes

for international diplomacy.

Thank you,

and enjoy your retirement!

Cheers.

When I said I wanted you to become an ambassador,

I should've specified for the living.

Do you want to do that forever?

I don't know.

It's what I want to do for right now,

but we'll see.

You know?

I sold the piano.

When my grandson comes to the house,

I don't want that room to be a mausoleum.

Dear Hamid,

I wasn't planning on speaking, but I can't help myself.

We diplomats who work in the shadows

are able to recognize those who are full of light,

and you, Hamid, are indisputably in that category.

Nour, Hind,

do you want to say something?

Sofiane?

Thank you.

Good evening.

I've come back for you

I knew you'd be waiting

I knew that we couldn't

Go without one another for long

I've come back for you

I haven't changed too much

And I can see that, as for you,

Time has agreed with you

We were at war with one another

We pillaged, plundered

And destroyed one another

Who won? Who lost?

We don't know

We can't remember

We're together again, unarmed

Rest in peace.

How can I help?

Subtitles: Louise Layman