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Im Ibrahim.

Im Turkish.

Im Bram.

Im Belgian.

I am a Muslim.

And I'm gay.

Been busy?
- Always when you're not around, Mom.

Look, with this wind,
you almost can't tell...

I've just been at the hairdresser's.
- It looks fine.

Mayonnaise?

Enjoy.

Marina honey... I'm off.

Everything paid?
- Sure, Dolf. Everything OK.

And if not, I'll come to collect it
at your place.

Yeah, right. Promises. Promises.

Bye, Dolf.

You don't have to stay.
Go have a drink with Bram.

Right now, you mean?
- Yes, sure.

OK. Deal.
I'll change into a clean shirt.

I'm ready.

It's half past five. Where is Furkan?

School is out at four thirty.

We've been invited again
to a parents' meeting.

So they can lecture us again.
The know-it-alls.

What does this school want?
You got to keep 'em off the streets,

but if they don't obey,
you're not allowed to beat them.

I don't understand.

This old fart is watching us again.

Follow me and do as I do.

Shit. Shit. Thieves!
- What's your problem, old fart?

Thief. You stole my plum.
- You call Furkan a thief?

Thief. May Allah curse you!

This is your plum?
- Scum.

Scum. Lowlife.

Bums.

Scum, I spit on your father.
- Bye now.

Cowards.
Scum, bastards, damn it!

Where is this monkey?

Girl, go start dinner.

Come on. I'm hungry, hungry.

Hey, female sitting on the couch
watching TV

isn't going to the kitchen
cooking dinner!

Feminist.
- Leave me alone.

Open it.

Open it!

Thank you.

Let's go.

Snack bar? It's really a diner,
you know.

It's as good as my own business,
so why wouldn't I tell?

Yeah and I work at fancy parties.
- Right. Does it pay the bills?

Thanks to a small business
on the side, yes.

Not everyone drinks champagne, get it?

I'll be back in a sec.
Two more cocktails, please.

Here you go, sweetie.
Have I seen you in here before?

First time?
- Yes.

Your new conquest,
he isn't straight, again?

Story of my life.
But with this one, I'm not sure.

And I've known him for a few months now.
- But have you asked him?

Nah, I don't want to scare him off.

Here.

Keep it. But could you do me a favor?

Good I know you.
What do you want me to do?

I think he's neither one nor the other.
Could you perhaps check him out?

Little Babs will know right away.

Glass of cava on my tab.

Thank you.

Tell me, Bram,
who's your handsome friend?

This is Kevin.

Can I take your lime?

Cheers.

Yeah, skol.

OK. Got to go. Bye.

Success!

What was that?
- Huh, what?

What was that?
- Nothing.

OK, Bram, I'm going to ask you
a question.

But you got to give me
a straight answer, OK?

What's the score?

Are you into men, are you into women?

Don't you have people to serve
or something?

OK, all right. I got the message.

OK, but how does it work?
Are you the one on... or...

This here is my cousin Elif.
I'm going to marry her.

Her? What do you mean?
An arranged marriage?

Yes, these are family agreements.

Bram, isn't that slightly old-fashioned?

Look, my mother is from Antwerp,
my father, from Amsterdam...

but they both remain Turkish.

They stick to their traditions,
that's all.

Go away.
- No.

First promise you'll come to the shack.
I've got a present for you.

Are you out of your mind? My father
is inside. Has anyone seen you?

The dog. But I promised him a bone.

What's this racket?
Elif, can you turn down the radio?

OK, Papa.

Daughter, go shopping.

And don't forget my cigarettes.

I was about to leave.

Are you decent?
- Of course, Papa.

And cover your head.
- Did that already.

Radu, check this.

And here he yanks off her chain.

Check this out.

It's real gold, right?

Wait, this is my chain.

Relax. I'll show it to the Georgian
to see what it's worth...

and if it is worth anything.

And you, moron, delete it.

Are you deaf? Delete!

You think this is for free?

OK, guys, I'll check with the Georgian.
Now fuck off.

Grave diggers.
- Moron! Loser!

Furkan!

You've skipped school for four days.
Four days. School called.

A good thing I picked up the phone
and not our father.

Don't tell, you hear?

You're just a loser, boy.
- And you're the big winner.

Part-time waiter. Wow,
you really are my role model.

I'm ashamed of you, man.

No, brother, you're ashamed of yourself.
Or do you think I didn't know?

You'd better side with me at home.

Or what?

This is the number
of Victims' Assistance,

but if there is anything at all,
you can call me.

You can always reach me.
I'm Nicole.

You may also just call...
to chat or we can go have a drink.

Yes but... here it's often
very, very busy.

Whenever you feel like it.

I'll let myself out.

Do you think they might return?

No, they would be very stupid to do
that. They got what they wanted.

Bye now.

What time is it?
- The police were here already.

We won't get much help from them.
- I have a hangover.

They sent a lesbian.

She tried to hit on me,
can you believe it?

I got her cell number
and I can always call her.

How do you know that? To you, half of
the world is batting for the other team.

You should've seen her.
- You think Bram is gay too.

Next year he's getting married.
And not to a man.

I swear, Kevin. If Bram isn't gay,
I'm a rope-skipping circus monkey.

Tell me, how did it go last night?
- We've been at Zanzibar's.

But that's a gay bar,
what did I just tell you?

And, did he try anything?
- No!

I think you would've liked it
if he had tried something.

You shouldn't be such a prude. Come!

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Perhaps I've been too long
without a man.

You got me, don't you?

I mean... not in that way, but still.

Bram is going to marry this quiet,
modest girl over there.

That is their way probably.

Come.

Don't touch me or I'm leaving right now.
You brought a present?

Stop it!

No. I'm engaged now.

Oh boy, did you fall down?

Let me look at it. Does it hurt?

Get the kid out.

What are you talking about?

Nothing important.
- Canan?

Ibrahim went to Furkan's school.
They hadn't seen him for four days.

That's not good, Mom.
You know how strict they've become.

If he's suspended, you might lose
your child allowance for a month.

Can't the children go play upstairs?

Give me a towel, my pants got dirty.

What's wrong?
- Tell your father what you told me.

You tell him.

Well, Furkan hasn't shown up
for school again for four days.

I can't bother any longer
about this boy.

I can't bother any longer.
It's going nowhere with this kid.

He's good at nothing.
- That's a big lie!

This guy at school has a thing
against Moroccans and Turks.

He's a big racist.
- What do you say? Big racist?

Aw, shut up. Where were you?
- At the mosque.

I'm the shame of the family?
I think not!

Do you know where our good Ibrahim
likes to hang out?

Among faggots!
- What are you saying?

A pal of mine filmed him. He saw you.
- Ah? Show it then.

I don't have it with me
but people talk about you.

That you're a perv taking it up the ass,
a dirty faggot, that's what you are.

Shut up! Shut up! Don't lie!

Please, Papa.

Dog!
- Father, don't.

Get out.
- Papa, remain calm.

Hello? The police.

Police?

Father, calm down, please.
- All right.

You just come in like this?

Calm down, sir, they've let us in.
We just want some information.

I can give you that information
downstairs.

Keep quiet, OK, pal.

Does Aydin Furkan live here?
- Never heard of him.

No? He's registered here, though.

Is Aydin Furkan around?

No? They know nothing, as usual.

Typically.
- Typically.

If you see this Furkan,
tell him to come to the station.

What kind of Gestapo mentality is this?

You can come instead if you prefer.
- Why do you need him?

Since you don't know him,
it's none of your business.

Right. And a good day to you all.

Furkan!

You enjoyed it, guys?

How's your mother now?

Still a bit upset but she'll be fine.
Thanks.

They were dune coons, right, Marina?

And their women are ragheads.

Our Flemish boys don't hold up
a chips shop.

Only camel jockeys do,
am I right, Marina?

You seem to know it all, Dolf?
Were you here, perhaps?

I couldn't even tell myself
who these guys were.

Drink your beer. There are
two more coming your way.

You seem to be slacking off today.

What are you planning to do
with the youngest one?

I really don't know.
Good-for-nothing.

And with your eldest?
- My eldest?

I buried my eldest
a week after his birth.

May God bless his soul.
- People talk, Mehmet.

They talk about whom?
- Who do you think? Ibrahim.

And you listen to them?
- What can I do?

If they said these things about
your sons, how would you react?

Mine are all married and have kids.

Thank God, I have no complaints.

Shame on you!

You're worse than gossiping old women.

Why do you think Ibrahim
is going to Turkey?

Yes...

Beautiful. May God bless them
with happiness.

Thank you.

My apologies.
I've believed the lies of others.

What's this?

I don't really feel like traveling
to Turkey by myself...

and if I'm going
to get married anyway,

I could use the support
of a good friend.

Nah...
- You're coming with me?

This is already in my name, or what?

Yes, and I can't change it.

No, sorry, but I can't leave mom alone,
after the hold-up...

I can get someone to help out
when it's really busy.

And nobody gets held up twice in a row.

How long has it been
since you've been away from home?

On a school trip?

Super. It's settled then.

This time of the year, it's quiet.

In July and August
it's much more animated.

Then we got Arabs, English,
Germans, Dutch...

and mostly Belgians.

Lots of nice women over there?

How are they?

Big boobs, for sure.

What is he saying?

He's just bullshitting.

Welcome, together.

Thank you.

Rooms 306 and 308.

One room will do.
- He wants to split us up?

I also have a suite for you.
Separate sleeping quarters, yes?

How much is that?
- One moment, please.

Breakfast is downstairs, in the back.

In the basement is our hammam, the
cleanest and most popular in the area.

Your room has a mountain view.
Enjoy your stay.

What is he saying?
- That we got a nice mountain view.

Yusuf, can you help out, please?

They can't see us, so don't worry.

Can you pick up the kid?

That's my husband.

Will I get my chain back?
It's real gold.

And there is a picture of me
with Kevin as a baby.

That's how we found out
it was yours, of course.

Of course, smart of me.

OK?

Wow, it's like on TV.

Recognize anyone?

Can number four lift his chin
and straighten up?

Number four, chin up!

I am not certain, sorry.

I don't think it's one of them.
It could be any one of them.

I've only seen one. He had his head
down so I couldn't really see his eyes.

And they all look very much alike.

Too bad.

Kevin! Come quick.
You got to see this.

What?
- A guy out there is fucking a goat.

Where? Show me.

Right in front.
- Where?

See these brown bushes?
Right in the middle.

He has put the animal's hind legs
in his boots.

I don't see a thing, really.
- Come on, give.

Shit, man.
- What? Let me see.

Nah, they just stopped.

Was there actually a guy fucking a goat?

Hey buddy, you really believe
we fuck goats?

But it's possible.
- Learn the difference. We're no Arabs.

It's really beautiful out here.

It is, isn't it?

I've told you already I found that chain
in the street, close to the diner.

And I gave it to Radu, the Romanian,
so he could get it appraised.

And I would get my ten percent
finder's fee.

I really wanted to bring it in,
ask Radu!

How do you think we got hold
of the chain, thickhead?

Not too smart to leave it in a dopers'
pad run by a pimping snitch.

With the owner's picture
in the medallion.

You're quite the imbecile.

I know you yanked that chain
off this woman's neck.

Too bad you can't do shit about it.

Give me a minute to think
while I walk you out.

Ah, I already got something!
I can detain you until tomorrow.

I'm still a minor until next month.
You can't do anything to me.

I demand to see the Juvenile Judge!
- OK.

Everything alright?

How many fingers do you see?
- Dirty whore!

Elif, daughter, look carefully.
Is anyone coming?

They are delayed, Papa.

The plane has landed
but then there is a three hour drive.

But, girl, there are no more buses
at this hour.

Perhaps he was tired
and got a hotel room, I don't know.

That's possible.

Let's go inside.
- Come. Let's go inside.

Can I join you?

You're not going to try anything wicked?

As long as you don't pick up the soap.
It's a bit tight in here.

Can I have the bottle?

Here. Our devotee.

Idiot.

Tell about your first time.

My first time?

OK. I was on holiday with friends
from school. I was about seventeen.

First time away from home.
Camping site in Holland, yeah!

Party time. Obscenities. Dirty talk.

It got tiresome eventually,
so I sneaked out.

Tiptoeing to a nearby nudie beach.

Not a soul in sight. Excellent.

Took off my swimming trunks,
lay down on my towel.

But I fall asleep.

I wake up and right in front of me
is this fat broad.

I'm butt naked so I cover myself
with my hands.

She starts snickering.

She bends over...

The stench...

She smelled... sour.

A pale, fat girl.
- English?

I don't know. We never spoke a word.

So she bends over and sticks
her tongue in my kisser.

She parks herself on top of me and I
can't move because this broad is fat.

And she begins to rub herself on me

and she gets all hot and bothered
and starts moaning...

She's sweating
and all of a sudden she's gone.

Perhaps it took barely a minute.

But I know it was real
because telling it right now...

I still have her taste in my mouth.

Fuck the police!

What the fuck! Stop filming, pal.
Put that camera down.

You said: 'Fuck the police'?
- Yeah.

I don't speak Dutch but I understand it.
Do you speak French?

I speak it all. French, English, Dutch,
Turkish. I'm no imbecile.

Who did this to you, the police?
- Yes, the police and my father as well.

You got a place to go?
- Er... no.

We have a small mosque.
If you want, you can stay there.

We control the police
with our organization, Copwatch.

Copwatch?
- Yes.

We film the police when they harass
people for their race, color or creed.

We videotape them.
Come with me. Come.

Housekeeping.

Head up.

Can I see the pictures?

All this was done by the cops, OK?

We don't want to cause problems
for your father.

Why has he beaten you?

Because I told my father
my brother is a dirty faggot.

My brother fucks men in the butt.

May Allah condemn this assertion.
Such words are not to be uttered here.

We don't use that language
in this house, clear?

Even to think about it is shameful.

What will be done with the photos?
- We'll show them to the cops.

What?
- Just kidding.

We go to the lawyer,
the lawyer goes to the newspaper,

the newspaper makes a big stink.

That's democracy, get it?

Hello, Ibrahim?

No, no, wrong number.

Who called?
- Wrong number.

I said: wrong number.
Hello? Ibrahim? Papa, it's Ibrahim!

Where are you? We've been
waiting for you since yesterday.

I still know the address.
I'll be there in an hour.

OK. See you then.

What have we done?
- Got a sore ass?

You fell asleep, nothing happened.
Honestly.

I was really plastered.

OK. Got to go.
- What are you going to do?

Visiting my bride to be.
It's better you don't be there.

Are you going to leave me behind?
What should I do?

Go to the hammam downstairs.

If they ask you to pay,
have it charged to the room.

What is a hammam?

A Turkish bath.
Perfect to sweat out a hangover.

And don't we have to eat?
- You're a big boy, aren't you?

Call room service. They all speak
English here. Try the k�fte.

That's like your meatballs, but without
the tomato sauce, and flatter.

You can choose beef or lamb.

Well, see you later.
- Yes. See you later.

Tell your papa that we kept up
the garden really well.

Last year we were able to produce
over 5,000 liters of oil.

Uncle Kemal, how big is the property?

31 hectares.

It has become very lovely here.
- We took good care of it, didn't we?

You surely have.

Papa, I would like to guide Ibrahim
around town.

Would you like to come along?

Nah. You go by yourselves.
I don't see shit anyway.

Papa!
- Go now. Go.

My Turkish isn't that good.

He says you go, I no see shit.

Who's the lady back there?

She's uncle...

No, no, cousin of papa.

Chaperone?
- Yes, that's it.

I speak good English, yes?

We practice. No more Turkish.

Are you OK back there?

You want my place?

There are not so many
young people here...

They go to Europe.

There is nothing here.

I'm very happy to go to Belgium.

Give me money?

A little more.

Take this.
- But don't tell your father.

Of course not. I won't tell.
You go and buy something for yourself.

Can we stop here?

To the hotel, please.

Hold the cola. Bring champagne.
- Of course.

I never drank champagne before.
- Champagne is sold by the bottle.

It's Turkish.
- Is it any good?

I wouldn't know.
I don't drink champagne.

OK.

Cheers.
- Cheers.

Hey. Isn't that Radu?
- Radu!

I knew it. Fucking snitch.

What do you think?
- He'll survive.

That this guy is just going to forget?
- This pitiful little pimp? Fuck him.

You'll get into big trouble
because of this.

OK?

What are you doing here?
What are you doing with him?

What's with him?

This is my fianc� from Belgium.
- Yusuf, please!

Who's that?
- He works here.

Nobody.

Can we take the bottle to the room?

Here you go, sir, your bill.

What is this? 80 Lira?

For cheap bubbles?

Could I borrow your pen?

Here you go.
- Thank you.

Come, let's go.
- Sir...

The lady can't go upstairs.
Hotel policy.

But he is my fianc�.
This boy is my fianc�.

Even if you were my fianc�, makes no
difference. You can't go to the room.

God, I will be so happy to leave
these damned boondocks.

They all think they're really somebody.

Cheap whore.
- What? What did you just say?

Sir, please.
- What did you say to me?

It would be best if the lady leaves now.
- He called me a whore!

Come, let's go.

Here, take this.

Ibrahim, you're not cross, are you?

Tomorrow we go shopping, yes?

Take a look at me.
What will they think of me in Belgium?

I call hotel.

And? Does it fit? Not too loose?
- No, it's OK.

It's a perfect fit.
I swear to God: he looks spotless.

I swear to God: he's beaming.

It's time for the afternoon prayer.
You know, I doubt if he can pray.

Will you teach him?
- No problem. I'll teach him.

Good.

What's up?
- It's about praying.

That you don't know yet,
but I'll teach you, don't worry.

Come.

God is great.

Obey Him and honor Him.

We honor our Lord.

God is great.

Thank you.

Bram, this guy practically
scrubbed off my skin.

Did you get a massage already?
- No.

Come, I'll take care of you.
I could use a bath myself.

Fine.

Stop a bit further down.

Tasty bit.
- Have you gone mad?

Dirty asshole!

Don't be difficult.
I know you want it too.

Fool! Stop right here!
And here's your money!

Rude! She slings the money in my face.

You'll bust my door.

Cunt. Sinful yet not giving in.

Elif? Is that you, my girl?
- What do you say, Papa?

Did you take a taxi?

Where is your auntie?
- We dropped her off.

Ibrahim went back to the hotel
but sends you his greetings.

What's that smell? You've been drinking?
- No, Papa.

We were drinking tea...

and this stupid waiter
spilled wine on me, that's all.

It's really wonderful here.

I don't get it why
we don't have this in Antwerp.

Don't know either.

There is no one around.
How can that be?

We've booked the place for an hour.

Seriously?
- Yes.

Man, it's hot in here.

I'll get some water.

Better like this?

Shall I give you a massage?

Good.

Kisses to you and Elif.
Say hello to everyone. Bye.

What did he say?
- They adore each other. Really.

She is crazy about him, my brother too.
He says Ibrahim looked great.

How? Uncle Kemal is blind.
- In a manner of speaking, girl.

What's the price of that?

Be happy he's getting married at all.
- And what are you implying?

It's true, right, Mom? He should be
happy that he's getting married at all.

Indeed, my daughter.
- Indeed, my daughter.

Carnival season started?

Where do these come from
and where is your leather jacket?

That wasn't real leather, mother.
And these clothes are from the mosque.

I've never seen anyone dressed
like that.

That's because they're not real Muslims.

And you are of course a super Muslim.
- I think that's good.

I at least try to become one,
something you can't say about her.

You come in here without a scarf.
You don't get respect for that.

And you're going to tell me
what I should be wearing?

Keep that up, boy.

You get all this for free? What do you
have to do in return? - Nothing.

Then they can't be Turkish.
- No...

Albanians, Lebanese, Algerians...
They are real Muslims.

Dirty scum, that's what they are.

As if we don't have enough problems
with all the Poles and the Moroccans!

Watch out for these guys, Furkan.
- Look at yourself. Show-off.

I can't ever do anything right for you!

I think it's beautiful, son!

My son is wearing a dress!

They were really stunned.

You got a permit for this?

At first I thought the cops
were going to collar me,

but I was allowed to go on filming.
As if they were afraid of me...

Copwatch is there to force the police
into proper behavior.

And since our association has
publications, like our newsletter,

we're allowed to print
our own press cards.

Cool. I wish my father could see this.

He would be very proud of you.
Very proud.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
my son is getting married!

Thank you, thank you.

Huseyin, the tea is on me.

At last the moment has arrived, brother.
- Thank you.

Mehmet, when are they getting married?

If the bride's visa won't be delayed,
hopefully next spring.

With my sons-in-law, it went fast,
but lately... you know...

Hopefully it all goes smoothly.
- Here, take one.

Brother, there's no alcohol in it?
- Of course no alcohol. Made in Turkey.

I wish you good luck.
- Congratulations.

Here, you get two.

Don't ever try this again.

If you have the least bit of respect
for me, leave me alone.

I'm engaged!
- I want to show you something.

Sleazebag! Do you think
I'm not going to get married now?

That I want to spend my life here?
Blockhead!

Blockhead? After everything
I've done for you?

What have you done for me?
- All the presents I bought for you?

I wouldn't choose you, if you were
the last man on earth.

Get out of my face! Go away!

Dirty whore! Get lost
and marry your faggot cousin!

Slut!
- I never want to see you again!

Do you understand?

Don't you have to go to your fianc�e?

I dunno. She was going to call, so...

Hello. How are you?
Are you mister Ibrahim?

Your fianc�e said
that you would pay the bill.

What are these, clothes?
- She asked to give you this envelope.

Is there a problem?

No...

Allow me to congratulate you
and your fianc�e. She's very beautiful.

And very expensive...

Here you go. Have a nice day.
- Thank you.

What's this?

Who took these pictures?
- Her lover boy, of course. Fucking punk.

What should we do?
- Get out of here. Now.

I have to go there.

You do the packing, so we can leave
as soon as I get back.

Fucking cunt!

Your documents are ready.

For approval of the prenuptial papers,
we need your signature.

The rest of the arrangements
will be made in Ankara,

and eventually you'll get
the fianc�e visa.

I can't read Turkish that well.
- Don't worry.

If you consent to get married,
there are no more problems.

What is it, boy? You're so quiet.

It's an important moment.

Papa, Ibrahim bought me
such beautiful clothes. Feel.

Yes, beautiful.

For the efforts in Ankara, we need
money for registration and stamps.

This is all-inclusive.

I can accompany you to an ATM.

May everything go well and be blessed.

Come here, my son.
- Father.

May all go well and be blessed.
And may God make you virtuous and happy.

Well, well, the light of my eyes is
getting married. She's going to Europe.

And now let us enjoy
our nice Turkish coffee.

Bye-bye.

Damn, what's happening?

What's your problem, boy?

You sell wine and you say
you're religious.

What's your problem?

What are you doing, bastard Jew?

What's this?
- It's meat, meat.

This is pork, pork meat
and you don't sell it.

Calm down, pay and clean up.

Tomorrow you get rid of this haram
or I'll be back with my friends.

Clean it up or I'll call the police.
Come back bastard! Coward!

Where are my sons?

Come back, Jew.

You had to convince him.
Without violence.

These are Moroccans, they don't listen.

They only pay attention
if they win or lose money.

Results count, no?

He says the result and persuasion
are most important.

When they lose money, they understand.

It's the outcome that counts, no?

Tomorrow you come
and you do the talking.

At this point we split.
I don't want my parents to know you.

OK, I got it.

You got to understand,
it only complicates the situation.

What is this? There are more women
wearing a scarf here than in Turkey.

They don't do it on their holidays.

They don't want to be treated
like backward peasants.

We split up now, OK?

Where is he?

Mother.
- My son.

I've been hardly a week away.

Welcome to the groom.
- I'm not married yet, Papa.

You got all the stamps?
Papers and everything?

Did you eat on the plane? Yes?

Brother? How are you? I missed you.

Now you're tricked too.

Bram, bye.
- Who's this?

It's Kevin. I met him on the plane.
He also lives in Antwerp.

You got transportation?
- Yeah, I'll take the bus.

Forget about the bus. Come with us, man.
- OK.

I have a spare seat in my car.

My hero, tell me all about it.

How was Turkey?

Great. Beautiful country.
- Yes?

Where have you been
or have you stayed in Istanbul?

I've been traveling.
- Whereabouts?

Too many to mention and anyway
I can't pronounce the names...

So my big brother is doing well?

Next summer we'll find him a widow.

With Elif coming here, he'll be Ionely.

How is Elif now?
Has she grown up a bit?

Has she turned into a real woman?
- You can say that.

But the Turkish women over there
are much less uptight

than the Turkish women over here.

She'll have to adapt soon then.

Less uptight...
We won't go for that, here.

Don't I know you from somewhere?
You look familiar.

The diner...
- Marina!

That's my mother.
- I thought I knew you from somewhere.

You say you know Bram from the plane?
You've never seen him before?

No, not really, no.

Strange, because he frequents
your chips shop.

And this is your husband
back there or...

No. That's my brother-in-law.
My husband is in Germany.

Business.

And Furkan?
- You know Furkan as well or what?

Bram said something on the plane...

Right, on the plane.
- Four hours is a long time.

You're right. If it goes on like this,
we'll be here for another four hours.

Come on.

Welcome gentlemen,
how can I be of service to you?

We're from the Abu Bakhr mosque,
around the corner.

Abu Bakhr, in the corner.

Bastard, what are you doing here?
You're banned from this shop.

Come quick, my son.
Come. He's here.

How many people here buy pork meat?
- Easy, easy...

He's asking how many people buy
these pork sausages?

I understand Arabic, donkey.
Hippopotamus.

Not many, obviously,
because it's past its date.

Past date? What is past date?

Look what you've done!

It's your job to restock and check.

If there is an inspection,
we're screwed.

They'll fine us. Get lost, bum.

I have a mixed clientele.
- And they all come here to buy pork?

Suppose you would stop selling
haram merchandise?

Would you lose money if you threw out
these haram products?

But this is my store.
I sell what I want. It's my store.

Suppose we give you a halal certificate?

With a halal certificate...

If you chuck out this haram merchandise,
you get a certificate from his mosque.

It pulls in a lot of Muslim customers,
and the others will stay...

because you can get wine
and cocktail sausages

at the discount stores a lot cheaper.

Consider it, think it over.

Yes, I'll think it over.

A nice certificate, official, framed...

No zigzag, nothing twisted,
nothing crooked?

And if you get punks,
petty criminals in your store...

tell us, we'll take care of it.

You'll take care of it? Right...

Goodbye. Thank you.

And you, behave. Clear?

Furkan?

Wassup? Scared of Radu?
Nice dress.

I told you he'd come looking for you.
- What, where...

Where did you get these clothes?
- From the mosque nearby.

You should come by,
instead of chilling out here.

Just because you're wearing white
pajamas, all of a sudden you're an imam?

By the way, don't you
have to go and pray?

You think we just pray or what?

They've studied
and we talk about everything.

By the way, Murad has been in Pakistan
with Osama Bin Laden.

Don't lie to me.
- What about these pajamas?

I get respect. You think the cops
bother me anymore?

They don't.
- Does it pay?

No, it doesn't.
But I get food, a place to crash...

a camera I can use...

And next year I go to Cairo.
- Wow, can I carry your bags?

God willing. Come.
- Hey!

The boss is outside.
You have to go there now.

May I refill your glass?

Hey you, come here.

What the fuck, man.

Dealing coke behind my back?
Turkish bastard.

So what. You don't fix them up
when they ask for it?

You think I'm scared of you?
- What?

Do you think I'm scared of you?

I fuck grown men like you in the ass.
Think that over! Fucking retard.

Keep your job.

You don't have a nose bleed,
no black eye. You were lucky.

But I would report him to the police.

What? Get the cops involved?
Marina, are you kidding?

He was right.

I sometimes dealt a couple of grams,
to make them happy.

I don't want to hear about it. Clear?

But they ask for it.

After the party,
you get an envelope with a tip,

sometimes twice as much as my paycheck.

Everyone is using these days, right?
As if it were legal.

A reefer once in a while, OK. But coke?

Do you use it?
Because I don't want it in my house.

Do you use?
- No, Mom, neither does Bram. OK?

Marina, he doesn't use,
I don't use. Honestly.

I'm going home.

No, it's OK. You can stay.
They don't expect you at home.

Breakfast in bed.

I've been thinking...

Maybe Bram can start working here.

So I don't have to work
my ass off every day.

Are you serious? You're an angel.

It's a hard job for room and board...
and low wages.

Because we're saving up
for a B&B, right, Kevin?

In the south of France.
- So we can leave this stupid town.

I don't know if I could. After all,
I was born here. My roots are here.

Ours not, or what? Our little Turk.

It's gonna be all right.
I'll be the chef... hostess...

and we'll find something for you to do.

I understand. I'll be the waiter.

Skol.
- Cheers.

Ciao.

Here it is.
I used to sleep here so much...

when Fatma was angry with me.

What do you think?
- It's high enough to make a mezzanine.

It's better they live with us, to start.
- Yes, until they have children.

Congratulations.

Mother! Father!
- What's going on? What's happening?

What's going on again?

The chips are ready
when you hear them singing.

You hear them singing?
- I hear nothing.

Listen. If you can't hear them singing,
you can't do shit here.

Come on, listen.

What's that?
It's my brother-in-law.

What's the problem?
- Out of my way!

Hands off, man!
- Let me go! Hold him!

What's happening?

If you don't come with me right now,
you'll be in big trouble.

I've just started a new job.
- Don't drive me crazy. Come!

Don't push me, damn!
- Leave this boy alone.

Be reasonable.
- Get in that car over there.

Hold on to him and throw him in the car.
Sit next to him.

In the car, shithead!

I'm calling the police.

Sit!

What?
- You're in big trouble.

Why?
- Shut up!

Where is that card?
I want to call Nicole, from the police.

Everything OK?
- Yes, everything's fine.

I'll be there in a minute.

Mom, keep out the cops.
They're family.

I met them at the airport.
- They're like gangsters.

No, they are his brothers-in-law,
and they're OK.

OK guys?
I've never met an OK Turk.

Like you know a lot of Turks!

Marina, don't believe me,
but these foreigners are a cancer.

They're a spreading cancer
and nobody is going to cut it out.

Wash out your mouth
before you say any more crap.

Get out of my kitchen. Go. Go.

Son, tell me.
Tell me these photographs are fake.

OK. These photos are fake.

I'll be a good husband for Elif, and
I'll even give you more grandchildren.

You see?

Mother... you've always known.

But you will marry?
We'll keep this quiet.

No, I am who I am.

I only have one life, and I'm not
keeping up appearances. I'm sorry.

You're sorry? You're just selfish.
Selfish!

You've always been the favorite.

I've treated all my children equally.

I gave thirty years of my life...

I've worked every day...

And if I were healthy,
I would add fifteen more.

Leave this house.

I don't want to see you here anymore.

You no longer exist for me.

No, shut up. He is also my child.
And he'll just marry. OK?

No, I will not.

Besides, she's better off
with her boyfriend.

What boyfriend?
- That doesn't matter.

She'll be happy.

God has taken away my first son.

And I've lost you to the devil.

I now have only one son...

and that's Furkan.

Here you are.
- It's no pork, I hope.

It's k�fte, Turkish lamb.

Chop, chop, chop.
- Chop, chop, chop.

If you've finished fooling around,
can you please bring out the orders.

Marina, how about
some pork meatballs over here?

For you, I'll cook them in lard. OK?

Here, try this. It's good. Very good.
- Sorry pal, but I don't eat that.

And not that kind of rice with carrots
either. - Couscous?

Yeah, couscous,
what those Arabs put away.

Don't worry, Dolf. No one will force you
to eat something you don't like.

That'll be the day.

Hey, is Bram in?

I'm not dealing anymore.
- Oh, no problem.

This is Erika.
- Nice to meet you.

We're married.
- Time for champagne, isn't it, Marina?

Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Congratulations.

And where are the lucky husbands?

No, we're married to each other.

Great. Whatever.

Give the man a beer to swallow it.

Hello, gentlemen.
Good day to you all.

Success! Losing again, huh?

Huseyin, pour me a tea.

Mehmet, they didn't want to serve me
at Erg�n's, so I went to the discount.

He didn't want to serve me.
He talked to the people behind me.

Come, girl. Don't cry.

Inside they ignored me as well.
Unbelievable.

Maybe we should go home.
- Fuck you.

To your place.

I've got no place to go.
I've got no job. I've got no money.

The little money I saved,
I spent in Turkey.

Bram, you're pissed.
Let's go home. Come on.

You think it's funny to live
on your back and Marina's back?

You worked for it. Don't be ridiculous.
- Right, in a chips shop.

Look around.

These are the people I hang out with.

A couple of hairy cheesy faggots...

and a tired old drag queen
behind the bar...

and over there, a bitch dike
with a strap-on,

who fights more with her girlfriend
than anything.

You've had enough.
- Give me back my booze.

Come on. Kevin, that's it.

Leave me alone.

Faggots!
- Bozo!

Faggots.

Allah, the wise and merciful,
will punish all infidels.

We have to install the Sharia.

And everything will change.
But it's not possible yet.

My family suffers.

This filth has to stop.

I'm sick of it. I don't want it anymore.

My mother is crying all the time.

Your brother, your flesh and blood,
is he guilty?

Or is he perverted by this boy,
this infidel, this non-believer?

That's the question.
Your choice will be God's choice.

God willing.

It looks nice. I would keep it.

Yes, let's advertise it more.

So all the regulars will stay away.

We'll make it into an annex
to the Zanzibar.

You mean this is Bram's fault?

I didn't say that. But you can't really
rely on his discretion.

Business was better before all this...

Faggots?
- Sorry.

She's right.

A shame for your people
and your religion. - What?

You didn't understand me?
- Son of a bitch.

Oh, go away.
- Bitch.

If I were you I'd close this shack,
before I do it for you. Whore.

And you, pussy?

Did you notice? Have you seen?

Everybody walks by
and nobody does anything. Cowards.

Leave me, please.

I've got to get out of here.

You're not wearing a jacket.
It's freezing.

Go back to your mother.

I don't fit into your family.
I don't fit into your dreams.

You're strangling me.
- What's the problem? It's all OK?

No, everything is OK
for you and your mother.

To me, nothing is OK.
Go back, Kevin.

What do you mean? You have me.

You've outed yourself. That's what
you wanted. What's this all about?

I don't know, really.

Let me go, now.

Sorry, we're closed.

Where is Ibrahim?
- If you mean Bram, he's not in.

Who are you?
- You are his boyfriend?

Yes.

God is great.

Did he break up with you?

Break up?
- I mean, you're alone now?

I don't know.

We'll see.

Tomorrow is another day.

Shall we clean up together? It's faster.

Sorry, we're...

Did you miss me?

Yes.

Will you stay?
- Promise.

It's that bastard Turk
who broke my nose.

What the fuck is this?

What? You want a piece of me too?
- Mom, call the cops!

Let's go. The police are coming.

Furkan? Kevin, call an ambulance.

I've been stabbed.

Stay alert, talk to me.

Help is on the way.

I've come to...

I'm dying.
- No, you're not.

You're not going to die.

And er... young boys?
A bit older? What age?

I don't know.
- Twenty.

And what were they wearing?

Dark? Light?
- Dark.

One had a hoodie.

A hoodie.

I've got all I need for now.
You remain available...

we'll invite you to the station.

And er... hang in there.
- Thank you.

He's going to be OK. He has lost
a lot of blood, but he's stable.

Lucky he wore a leather jacket,
so the wounds were not too serious.

So, he will be fine?
- Yes.

If you want, you can see him
in half an hour.

Now he's still sedated.

My son has been stabbed!
- Quiet, sir.

Quiet please! This is a hospital!

What did he do to my son?
- He saved him.

You'll be able to see your son
in half an hour. He's out of danger.

And you wait over there.
Only the parents stay here.

Go, go, all of you.

Everything all right with him?

He's been stabbed but it's not serious.

There were three guys.
Bram chased them off.

And who are you?

This is Kevin. He's my boyfriend.

Mr. Aydin.

Aren't you ashamed?

That's enough.

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