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ON MARCH 30, 1912, MOROCCO WAS PLACED UNDER FRENCH PROTECTORATE,

A DISGUISED FORM OF COLONIALISM.

ON AUGUST 20, 1953, THE OCCUPIER DEPOSED MOROCCO'S SOVEREIGN,

SULTAN MOHAMED BEN YOUSSEF,

AND REPLACED HIM WITH BEN ARAFA, A PUPPET SULTAN.

ARMED RESISTANCE, ALREADY BREWING, SPREAD ACROSS THE COUNTRY.

MEDINA OF FEZ, JULY 30, 1955

It's so hot!

-Zohra? -Yes, dear?

What's that bleating I hear?

Did you buy an Eid sheep? Are you crazy?

You know we can't buy a sheep this year.

Kamal.

Oh no...

You should be ashamed. Where are you going?

Come back. Come back here. Kamal...

That's right, run away, you rascal.

I'll tell your father everything. You'll get what's coming.

That's what happens when they can't celebrate.

They need to let off steam.

I'm afraid they'll lose our traditions.

I've lost my taste for meat.

Mom, just give me a small bone.

-See how beautiful Aïcha is? -You're a child to her.

Leave me alone.

Want to see a real sheep?

You're a liar, there's no sheep.

There's one at the French Sultan's.

My father told me. It's true.

Come on, I'll show you.

A FILM BY ABDELHAÏ LARAKI

FEZ, SUMMER 55

Hide, my cats!

The traitors are coming,

carrying the false sultan Ben Arafa's sheep.

See? I told you.

People are dying under gunfire

and Fez lives in terror.

But soon, Fez will rise,

tongues will be loosened,

walls will fall,

and cats will play again.

Long live Ben Youssef! Independence!

Long live Sultan Ben Youssef!

Long live independence! Down with occupation!

Run. The Bouakkkaz is coming.

Forward.

Worthless Arab... Get out.

Get out of here.

Can't even carry a slaughtered sheep...

These terrorists and communists will end up

making you lose your damn religion.

Who stopped the convoy?

Speak.

Long live the Sultan!

Long live independence!

-Let's go. -Wait.

Crazy old woman.

She's harmless, chief.

May God drive you from our land.

Long live independence!

Go on, tell me.

Is something going on with Samir?

Not yet. I'm waiting for him to make the first move.

Why wait?

Make the first move yourself.

I don't know.

That kid keeps following me.

Amina, go. It's time.

Be careful, the soldiers are on edge.

Little lamb, do you think I can't see you?

You're really bad at spying on people.

Come here.

Being shy?

Come here.

You're really agile.

I run across the medina from roof to roof.

Don't believe me? Come along.

I'm afraid of heights.

Don't worry, you'll be with me.

-Kamal. -Some other time.

Your mother needs you.

Kamal.

Promise you'll come with me?

Keep your head down.

Here, this is for you. Eat.

I can't wait for you to go to school and stop fooling around.

Mom, I don't want to go to Koranic school anymore.

Good.

Al Quaraouiyin won't collapse because of that.

I want to go to regular school.

You can't, it's not for girls.

-Here, give it to daddy. -Here, dad.

I won't let my daughter go to French school.

This tea needs more sugar.

I used all the sugar. See?

See? Nothing left.

Here, darling. Careful, it's hot.

Thank you.

Drink. You'll see.

Kamal, can I taste it?

This week at the Boujloud cinema,

two great films just for you.

The best of cinema, gentlemen.

Fanfan la Tulipe.

An eternal hero,

an exceptional horseman,

who braves all dangers and fights villains

to win the king's daughter's heart.

Get ready for thrills with Fanfan la Tulipe

at the Fez cinema.

As for the second film,

it's a masterpiece straight from Egypt.

Behold,

the highly anticipated Sky of Hell.

If you love cinema, don't miss this gem.

See how peasants deprived of their land rebel

against the pasha, starring Farid Chawki.

Fez, come see how love and good

triumph over hate and evil, with Omar Sharif.

Damn...

I bet she's naked underneath that.

I'll kill them. I'll kill them.

Stop. Cut it out.

I'm sure she's naked underneath.

Hey. Did you know Kamal's never been to the movies?

-Really? -Hands off.

-Don't touch me. -Never?

-He couldn't even get in. -Stop touching me.

You're not my friend.

So you've never seen a film?

You're out of the loop. It's insane.

Hurry. Get out of here, kids.

Move faster.

Get out.

The last movie I saw was incredible.

I swear. It was crazy how the hero takes the girl

and kisses her lovingly.

Think you're tough? I challenge you to a spinning top duel.

Put yours down.

-Why don't you start? -He said it first.

-Mind your business. -Put it down.

Nobody asked you. Here's my top.

I'll go first. I'm not afraid of you.

If I were you Kamal, I'd say goodbye to your spinning top

because I'm gonna split it in half.

You shouldn't have brought it.

Time to destroy it.

Yes! Serves you right!

He's gonna smash your top now.

May God blind and maim you...

May God blind and maim you

May God blind and maim you

Abracadabra, let the curse fall upon you

May God blind you and take your hands...

Running away? Chicken!

-Coward! -Come back here, wimp.

Run back to mommy.

Kamal?

What are you doing here? How long have you been following me?

-What did you see? -I didn't see anything.

I swear on Moulay Idriss' head.

Fine. Bye.

-What about the rooftops? -I don't have time for that.

Get lost. I told you to get lost.

You're still here?

So. Do you like cakes?

Come on.

If my father asks, say you were with me, OK?

There she is. Thank God.

What a relief!

Dad.

Are you trying to kill me?

No.

Where have you been all this time?

The medina is gripped with fear

since Bouakkaz arrived.

The streets are crawling with police and soldiers.

Only go out if necessary, with Ba Messaoud.

Stop worrying, dad. I was with the neighbors' son.

Little lamb.

My name's not "little lamb." It's Kamal.

Come here.

-What do they say about you? -On Eid day,

he played lamb and butcher with his friend.

His mother saw him and scolded him,

so he ran away across the rooftops.

Would you like some tea, Lalla Aïcha?

Yes.

While Sultan Ben Youssef remains exiled in Madagascar,

we cannot celebrate Eid or any other holiday.

Who is this "Madame Gascard?"

Halt! Here.

At ease.

What's wrong? Are you devils?

Idiot.

Dad, Kamal thinks I'm lying

about you being a corporal in the French army.

You even got a medal, right?

It's true, Kamal.

I took two bullets in the shoulder,

one here and one here.

You think your mother did it?

Four days in the trenches, slogging through mud.

It was a real mess, kid.

We were underwater. How did I breathe?

Remember? Like this.

I used a reed to breathe.

To get some fresh air.

-Without eating? -Here, eat.

-Idriss. -What?

Come down with the children. The tea and pancakes will get cold.

Prayers and Peace upon Allah's Messenger.

Look, Kamal. Look there.

Look, it's him.

It's Ben Youssef, he's here.

The Sultan is in the Moon.

Peace and blessings upon Allah's messenger.

Dad, can I go to the movies?

Kamal could come with me.

Poor boy, he's never been to a movie theater.

Right, Kamal?

We'll see tomorrow. Let's enjoy this moment.

Looking at the moon is beautiful.

Long live Sultan Ben Youssef!

Long live Ben Youssef!

Did you see that, Lalla Fatmah?

Did you see that? It's crazy.

Aïcha, can you see the Sultan in the Moon too?

Yes. Look, focus.

If he's in your heart, you'll see him.

Silence! You savages!

Who's the savage, shooting at people?

Here. Drink.

You won! I want a rematch.

We can play again if you want.

Play! Why did you stop?

You're breaking my focus.

There.

Here you go!

One, two, you lose again!

Bachir!

Mr. Mosche!

Bring the tea.

I want mine hot,

with herbs.

And he's paying!

You earned it!

Give him a coin.

Benzoin and frankincense.

Delicious!

God bless you!

Here's yours!

Just how I like it.

Thanks.

Mr. Mosche, when's the next round?

Not while he keeps losing.

I'm doing my best.

Guard your left.

There.

Salam aleykoum.

Peace be upon you!

Such enthusiasm!

Here!

Here, buy yourself some candy.

Dad!

Cinema!

Cinema?

Just what we needed...

Give me that coin.

Go home.

Movies, how dare you!

Two days without a sale.

Si Ali!

Why is the boy sulking?

Nothing, Si Mosche.

Sir wants to go to the movies.

"What do you want, hungry one?"

"A ring, my Lord."

Why not?

Cinema is a wonderful show.

Furthermore, the Boujloud cinema owner

gives a large share

of ticket sales

to the resistance

to buy weapons.

He could buy us slippers too.

Quiet, Si Ali,

the walls have ears!

Don't mind him.

He's harmless. Let him rant.

How dare he?

He hasn't even paid his Party dues this month.

Gentlemen, it's all before your eyes.

How can I pay? My shop is still closed!

For independence,

we'd close our homes,

not just our shops!

Listen well, Si Ali.

If you can't help, keep quiet.

You don't want to end up

like Hamidou the traitor?

Good day, gentlemen!

Why so glum, little lamb?

You should smile. We're going to the movies today.

I'm not going. I changed my mind.

Why don't you want to go anymore?

If you don't come, my father won't let me go.

Kamal? Kamal?

Have you lost your mind?

What are you doing with my kohl?

This is for school. It's the middle of summer.

Why are you dressed up like this?

Trying to look good for Aïcha?

I'm going out with Omar.

Give it here.

Go out and enjoy yourself, son.

Take that off. Come on.

Come here, let me remove that silly mustache.

Look what you've done to yourself...

There.

Move.

You and I are one.

My life lives on through you.

Don't let them, my daughter!

I've never seen the cat lady talk to anyone.

-What did she say? I didn't get it. -Keep walking.

-This isn't the way to the cinema. -Come, Kamal.

Can't you wait?

What about the movies?

I have things to do.

Here.

Take it.

Go buy something and come back here, OK?

Understood?

In Casablanca, the resistance is giving French occupiers a hard time.

They're planting bombs in these areas.

Riots are breaking out across the country.

The resistance is terrorizing law enforcement.

And here in Fez,

birthplace of the liberation movement,

we must intensify our fight.

Comrades, the only language

the occupier understands is violence.

We must speak their language.

Taking up arms is our only option.

Long live independence! Down with occupation!

Long live independence! Down with occupation!

Long live independence! Down with occupation!

Now, comrades.

we urgently need to obtain weapons

and fight blood with blood.

Fight fire with fire.

Fight fire with fire.

Fight fire with fire.

We must stand united.

Let's prioritize.

Death to traitors! Down with Ben Arafa!

Death to traitors! Down with Ben Arafa!

Brothers...

I have bad news.

Our sister in the struggle, Amina,

was tortured at Nejjarine police station.

And rather than confess...

She jumped out the window.

Almighty God!

From God we come, to God we return!

They killed her.

The police are murderers.

Comrades, to the Nejjarine police station!

There is no god but Allah and Muhammad is his prophet.

There is no god but Allah and Muhammad is his prophet.

What are you doing here?

Stay close to me.

Amina the martyr, vengeance will come!

Amina the martyr, vengeance will come!

Death to Bouakkaz!

Death to Bouakkaz!

-Death to Bouakkaz! -Death to Bouakkaz!

Death to Bouakkaz!

Break up this crowd.

Long live independence!

Move along. Go home.

Kamal, go home.

But the movies?

Can't you see we're at war? Go home.

-Who was that man with you? -I told you, we're at war.

We're resistance fighters trying to free our country.

Watch out for the fire.

Here. Take it.

It's beautiful.

Mom, I'm a resistance fighter.

What?

I'm a resistance fighter.

Don't say that, Kamal. Are you crazy!

Where did you get this?

Your father wants to avoid trouble. Do you want to send him to jail?

-Mom, no. Why did you do that? -Be quiet. Go play.

What did Kamal do wrong?

Nothing, darling.

Camel meat

is the best meat of all.

Kabej's son is a good butcher.

He works without machines.

He cuts everything by hand on a cedar board.

The blend of spices and cedar wood flavor the meat,

-giving it a divine taste. -Really?

And he's the one who cooked this meat

and served it to you?

Well, he's really talented.

Mom, can I have some bread?

This tagine is delicious.

Mmm, it's good.

-It's a bit hot. -Yes.

Eat, sweetie. Go ahead.

I hope it's nothing serious.

I hope it's nothing serious. Let's pray.

Zohra, here's what we'll do. If you hear me speak,

it means the resistance is here, put the portrait back up.

If I say nothing, it's the French.

Hide it under your dress. Here.

-What if they search me? -They don't search women.

Here. Take it, go.

-It's for Amina... -Be quiet.

Shut your mouth, Kamal. Go inside.

I can't take anymore.

Another general strike tomorrow. They won't let me work.

How will we eat?

I'm just a humble craftsman.

If you stay open, you're a traitor.

They slit your throat.

And if you open,

the French send soldiers to loot your shop.

Sit down, my daughter.

Are you done?

I'm just a woman,

but I'll cover my ears and shout:

"French, may God curse you

"and may plague strike you down!

"You're nothing but alcohol drinkers and pork eaters!"

And what will they do? What can they do to me?

Cut out my tongue?

Will they kill me and throw me in Bouchareb River?

Long live Sultan Ben Youssef!

-Long live Sultan Ben Youssef! -Long live the Sultan!

Down with colonialism!

-Down with occupation! -Down with occupation!

Long live Sultan Ben Youssef! May he return to us.

Fear is worse than death.

Dear Lord... You scared me, Kamal.

Sorry, Aunt Badia.

Wait. Are you looking for Omar?

He can't go out. His father forbade it.

Come, Kamal.

It's dangerous, Kamal. Come back.

Lalla Badia, can you hear?

It's for Amina, the martyr.

You know what they say, Lalla Keitoum. You reap what you sow.

May she rest in peace with Allah.

There is no god but God. God is great.

Praise be to God in His great mercy.

Under this scorching sun,

my heart wavers between hope and despair.

How can grass grow without rain?

What are you doing here?

Come down.

Careful, Kamal. It's high.

You're quite something. You're never scared, are you?

Go home now. Things could get ugly here.

Kamal, listen to me.

The soldiers will use real bullets.

Go home. We'll meet on the terrace later.

No. I'm not afraid.

-No! I'm not afraid! -Stubborn kid. Go home.

Don't you get it?

Stop!

Only family can pass.

Bouakkaz is blocking Bab Ftouh gate.

Only the deceased's family may enter.

They kill our brothers and won't let us bury them.

We'll enter the cemetery.

Let's see how far Bouakkaz will go.

Have mercy! Have mercy!

Tami, make them stop.

I hate this chanting.

It's the Quran, sir, not politics.

Get out.

Bunch of sorcerers...

I can't stand your evil wailing.

Family only!

Sacred Amina, martyr of freedom!

Sacred Amina, martyr of freedom!

No one gets through.

Move along.

Get out.

Clear out.

Go home. Move along.

Disperse this rabble.

No mercy.

I want the ringleaders at my station tonight.

Forward!

Long live independence!

Up here.

Long live independence!

Stop! Halt!

Stop!

Stop right there!

Don't run.

I told you to go home.

We're at war.

Kamal, rub your eyes with the onion.

Well done, you're brave. You're one of us now.

At his age, I was planting bombs in Spanish barracks.

Keep rubbing and let the tears flow.

It will clear the smoke.

You must endure the pain.

Bouakkaz is like a rabid dog.

Two of our men were killed and three badly wounded.

They want to arrest us, we must hide.

They're doing this to break our spirit,

-but they're digging their own grave. -Meet at Al Quaraouiyine.

Lalla Ichatazi, where did you take my son?

Yesterday, Kamal came home with torn clothes.

He had nightmares.

We're a poor family, we want no trouble.

Please, leave Kamal alone.

We fight for a Morocco free of fear

where we can regain our freedom.

That's why Amina died.

Lady Aïcha,

would you like to eat inside or on the terrace?

I've lost my appetite. Sorry.

Lalla Aïcha,

I heard that Bouakkaz, the Frenchman with the cane,

hurts women with his cane. Is it true?

He's a monster.

Not content with torturing our brothers,

he wants to humiliate our sisters too.

But he'll pay dearly for it.

Lalla Aïcha,

if you agree and have some time,

could I get my slate so we can study together?

Yes.

Where were we?

At the letter Wāw.

A bird,

a goose.

Is that a Wāw?

Go ahead, write the letter Alif.

Alif. There.

Did we miss anything? Think.

The curved part?

Good. Now the letter Bā'.

The one with the dot above?

-No, sorry, below. -Good. Now the letter Thā.

The one with the big belly?

-Yes, well done. -There you go.

Then the French soldiers threw grenades.

I had to rub my eyes with an onion

and they said I was one of them.

I don't believe you, liar.

You don't even know what resistance means.

I don't care what you think.

My father always says

the resistance fighters are thieves and lazy,

and without the French, we'd all starve,

we'd still ride donkeys.

I want to take the bus to the French quarter.

What? You can't go there, medina people aren't allowed.

I'm going with Aïcha.

You're a liar.

Your Aïcha is really lame.

Take that back.

-Aïcha is lame. -Take it back.

-Aïcha is lame. -No, she's not.

-Like your new clothes? -Should I throw the old ones away?

No, don't throw them away.

NO DOGS OR NATIVES ALLOWED

Hey! What are you doing?

-Come here. -Run.

Run, Kamal.

Get away. Come on, run.

Come on.

Bless grandfather in heaven, mother.

Can I have money for the movies?

You know, I often pray for you.

Aïcha bought me clothes. I want to treat her to a movie.

Please, mom.

If you say yes, I'll do anything you want

I'll do everything you ask. Please, mom.

-Will you run all my errands? -Yes.

Will you tell me all about the movie?

Yes.

You know how to convince me.

Here you go.

Go, enjoy the movie.

Think of me

stuck between these four walls.

Have fun!

Bless grandpa, and bless you, Mom.

You're the best mom ever.

I'm going to the movies!

-Don't be late, honey. -I promise.

Tell me all about the movie.

-Salam aleykoum. -Aleykoum salam.

No disorder allowed here.

Yes!

If the film breaks or burns

we'll fix it.

No whistling.

Start the show!

Ben Ali's son!

Calm down or get out!

Excuse him!

If there's an intimate scene,

we don't want any swearing.

This is a family cinema.

We know!

Enjoy the show!

Thank you.

I'd make a good tagine with that rooster.

It's a French rooster, it's tough to digest.

It would be good in my belly!

In Morocco, 10,000 men from the tribes involved

in the horrific events at Oued Zem

came down from the mountains to the Sahamek plateau

to beg the army.

Murderers! Criminals!

The rebels surrendered their weapons

some 900 rifles, and stood with heads bowed

as the general called them stinking jackals.

You're the stinking jackal, you pork eater!

Get up, let's go.

Down with colonization! Long live independence!

Arabs and Amazigh, one people, one faith,

and one sultan!

Long live the Sultan!

UNMASK THE TRUTH

See how they lie? They were armed,

they killed hundreds of innocent, defenseless people.

-Will you buy me one? -OK.

One cone, please.

Thank you.

That's bad. Why is she sitting next to him?

What's wrong? Is our little hero upset?

He's a real hero. You should've seen him yesterday.

Get up.

-What is it? -I have to go.

Why?

In the jar.

-Is that all I'm good for? -Will you take it or not?

Don't forget I love you.

Let's go.

I saw you kiss and hug.

Quiet and watch the movie.

Silence!

We're fixing it.

Enjoy the show!

God is great.

Get up. Let's go.

Long live independence!

Long live independence!

We're surrounded. They're shooting people.

We must turn back.

They blew up a weapons depot.

Get out.

Move.

-Hands up! -This way, miss.

Hands up!

Get out!

Move!

Hands up!

Get out!

Move forward.

Hands up.

Long live independence!

Almighty God!

Come on.

Stop! Catch them.

Stop!

Halt!

"DEATH TO..."

Damn, again...

Come on.

Finally.

I've been waiting for you.

Come in.

You're safe here. Have a seat.

Go ahead.

Welcome.

Call me Aunt Rehma.

No one will find you here.

Don't be afraid.

Do you hear that? Can you hear it?

What they're doing to our children and homeland is shameful.

But God is all-knowing and nothing escapes Him,

in heaven or on Earth.

You know,

they say two angels came down from heaven

disguised as women.

The first wore a djellaba and veil,

and the second had a white cloth

covering her from head to toe,

showing only her large dark eyes.

She walked in an almost supernatural way.

Almighty God.

Protect my children.

Fez, city of saints

Kill the evil one

PLEASE RING BELL

I'll catch you.

You better be as beautiful as your eyes.

Filth!

Now it's your turn to die, you pervert.

Go on, finish him.

You'll burn in hell along with your warehouse.

See how this scum lives in luxury?

You mean where he lived?

I didn't see them myself,

but someone who did told everyone.

It's all people can talk about.

Maybe it's just a myth.

What matters is Bouakkaz is dead.

One less enemy. Thank God.

Auntie, can I go up to the rooftops?

Eat, my daughter. Build your strength.

A long journey awaits you.

Push the door!

Break down the door.

-No. -Come on.

He did nothing wrong.

-Take him away. -Go on.

Move it.

Find the third man.

Let him go!

Release him, he's innocent!

He's innocent!

Stay there.

Let my husband go.

He's innocent!

She's not at your place?

Where could she be?

My husband is on the phone with his sister.

Maybe she'll know more. Aïcha is often there.

Let's hope so.

May Allah protect us.

Aïcha, shall we go?

Listen to him, he'll show you the way. Trust him.

Bismillah. Go, child.

Don't look down.

Watch me jump. It's easy, it's close.

Your turn.

Don't look down, look at me. It's easy.

No. It's too hard.

Throw your bag.

I can't. I'm afraid of heights.

Throw your bag, Aïcha.

I'll count to three, then jump.

Ready? One, two, three.

Like that.

Go ahead, slowly.

That's it. Good.

Here. Give me your hand.

That's good.

What's happening?

Where are you going?

Stop!

Long live independence!

See what they're doing to Saoud?

Everyone's panicking and she's still not here.

Let's pray for her, Moulay Jaafar.

Moulay Jaafar, they're here.

We were terrified. Your father almost had a heart attack.

Dad.

Everything's fine.

Sorry, Dad.

I'm fine, not a scratch. See?

Quick, bring me water.

It's over, she's here. Wake up, Moulay Jaafar.

Pull yourself together, she's safe.

Here, drink this.

Where were you?

When we left the cinema, there were roadblocks everywhere.

Kamal led me across the rooftops.

You know I'm afraid of heights.

That's why we're late.

No.

From now on, no one leaves this house.

That goes for everyone.

Dad, you always say no one can control Fez,

that it's a maze. Am I wrong?

Wait. Messaoud.

From now on, lock our door.

You can count on me.

I know you want to protect me,

but it goes against everything you taught me.

I strongly disagree with your choice.

How can I feel free and have the strength to free my country

if you lock me up here as if in a harem?

-Please. -She dared to challenge my decision.

Try to understand her. Don't hold it against her.

Not hold it against her? But...

Zohra, excuse us. I'm sorry.

See? I'm not afraid anymore.

Thanks to you.

Remember what my father said?

No going out.

I need your help.

Deliver this letter to Youssef.

It's very important.

Why not?

I won't play your games with Youssef.

What games? This isn't a game, Kamal. Wake up.

Our country is at war.

Take it.

Take it.

Take it, I said.

I opened my heart and home to you.

Introduced you to my family and friends.

Why won't you help me?

Youssef and I fight for independence.

Never call yourself a resistance fighter again.

God help us!

That wallet must be cursed.

Do it again.

Quick, someone's coming.

Come on, hide.

Close the door. Come on.

Finally, a beautiful day.

Well, you goats?

Who's the sucker now?

Give them back their wallet. They're just kids playing.

This is my little brother. He's your age.

His name is Jacques.

I'm Alain. And you?

Amal.

And him?

What's your name?

Kamal.

These kids are ignorant. Let's go.

They made a fool of you.

You runt, why didn't you say anything?

Are you scared of them? Wet your pants?

I don't give my name to just anyone.

I'm not afraid of anyone.

I even knocked out a soldier yesterday.

Raise the banner, children of the Resistance

We want Ben Youssef, not Ben Arafa

Well, smarty-pants?

Are you pretending to sulk

to avoid telling me about the movie?

Come on.

Remember? You promised.

You must keep your word.

OK, but I didn't understand everything.

They spoke a strange Arabic I couldn't understand.

At one point in the film, a woman sings

and serves coffee.

Men and women dance, kiss,

and spin round and round...

They dance?

Yes. They held each other and danced, not like us.

Show me?

Kamal... I'm dizzy.

It feels so good...

I'm losing my balance...

Kamal, stop. Everything's spinning.

I feel like I'm on a carousel.

My head is spinning so much.

I've got better things to do. I still have all the cleaning.

Mom, can I ask you something?

When a man loves a woman

but she loves someone else,

is it normal he wants to kill him? That's how it was in the movie.

I don't know, but killing is a bit extreme.

Are you in love with dad?

What questions, you little devil!

Don't ask such things.

Hey, come back! Running away now?

My children's father is my husband.

I suppose so.

So Zohra? Are you happy now?

I'm trapped within these four walls.

Like a bird in a cage.

Rest assured, I'll stay away from your son.

You don't understand, Lalla Aïcha.

I came to your house

because I was worried about my son.

Wait, let me explain. I'm coming.

You misunderstand me, Lalla Aïcha.

Kamal doesn't usually stay out late.

I was worried, wondering where he was.

Is that Asmahan on the radio?

Did she sing in the film you saw with Kamal?

By the way, Lalla Aïcha,

do men and women really dance together

in front of everyone?

Yes. Like you and Kamal this morning on the terrace.

Come.

Welcome.

Take my hand.

Thank you.

The closer we get, the more beautiful her voice.

Have a seat.

Thank you very much.

Thanks.

What a magnificent voice! It moves me.

It's so moving because she sings of love.

Asmahan was a free woman.

She wasn't afraid to speak of love.

Unlike us.

Here, women only dance with each other.

No man should ever see them.

It would be shameful.

If you say "I love you" to your man, you're seen as crazy.

Look.

Poor thing. How cruel.

Sweet child...

That's funny.

Mom... Stop it.

It's cold. Stop.

-We can stop. -A bit more will cool him down.

Just a little.

-Feels good, right? -He's soaked.

Enough, that's enough.

-Here. -Stop it.

-You too, mom. -Kamal, enough.

What are you doing?

Stop.

I forgot my tagine on the stove. I must go.

Feels refreshing, right?

You were too hot.

See? Mom's nice, isn't she?

Oh my, look at this young lady,

what a mess. Go on, off you go.

Aïcha... What have you done now?

-It's nothing. -How many times must I tell you

to behave?

Go get ready. Wear one of your best outfits.

-Will you? -OK.

Look your best. Guess who's visiting?

-Lady Rita. -Know why she's coming?

Go get ready.

My son works in his father's company

and I hear nothing but praise.

He has it all: looks, brains...

We wanted him to have a perfect education.

He's very courteous.

I thank God every day for this wonderful boy.

Look at this photo.

I think he'd make a fantastic couple with Aïcha.

I hear she's a lovely young lady.

Congratulations, Lalla.

This boy is truly a gift from heaven.

Thank you.

May God protect him.

Dear Fatma, you were going to introduce your daughter.

Where is she? Will we have the pleasure of meeting her?

Get lost, you old goat.

Don't worry, she'll be here soon.

Try these pastries.

These gazelle horns were made by my Aïcha

-for you. -Add more sugar.

-I already added sugar. -Be quiet.

It's going to be way too sweet.

Aïcha.

Aïcha.

Say hello to Lalla Rita. Aïcha...

Don't mind her, she's shy.

Modesty is her greatest flaw.

-Here's your tea. -Thank you very much.

-Here, this is for you. -Thank you so much.

Aïcha prepared it for you.

-Push, Kamal. Faster. -I've seen enough.

Wait. Please don't go, Lalla.

Don't get me wrong. My daughter is an angel.

She's just shy.

Just look at her... Getting on that saddle,

she's lost her mind and her virtue.

-Mom, he's singing for you. -You little devil.

Go ahead, keep mocking me. Just wait,

I'll tell your father everything.

That must be him now.

Hello, Moulay Jaafar.

Yes. I'll tell you all about it.

The weapons depot explosion was brilliant.

A big win for the resistance.

Youssef, you should leave town.

Hide in the mountains until things calm down.

What for? Even in the mountains

the Spanish are looking for us.

Word is they're searching for two beautiful women.

-We're not afraid of anything. -No, we're not.

Kamal? What are you doing here?

Did Aïcha send you? Come in.

Did you come across the roofs? You're like a monkey.

You'll have to show me.

News from Aïcha?

Sit.

Did you draw Aïcha?

Could you draw me too?

Alright.

Is that your father?

That's Abdelkrim Artabi,

father of all freedom fighters.

Aïcha must be going crazy. She hates being locked up.

Someone came to ask for her hand.

Are you serious?

But we ruined it all.

They left without looking back.

Do you want to marry her?

Why are you asking?

You're in love with her too, aren't you?

I can't blame you.

Aïcha is an exceptional girl.

The people of Sakia and its river are generous Moroccans.

When the enemy comes, they fight bravely

Take this.

It's our secret, just the three of us.

No one else must know.

Fly away, messenger.

Lalla Aicha?

Ba Messaoud?

Didn't you know? I'm going to the hammam.

But Moulay Jaafar didn't tell me about it.

Please stay here with me, Lalla Aïcha.

He must have forgotten.

I can't disobey him.

Please don't cause me any trouble.

Please stay. Be reasonable.

God help us... God help us...

Ka-ma-l.

A-i-cha.

A-i-cha.

Couldn't you pick another name than Aicha?

Practice saying "Zohra" instead. Say your mother's name.

No, stop. Stop it.

Zo-h-ra.

-Zo... -Kamal.

Kamal.

See that? She calls and he runs.

Yes, he ran away.

Your father won't let us go to school, so school comes to us.

-Zo-h-ra. -Zo-h-ra.

Zohra.

Read with me.

Come on. When you go to school,

you'll teach me to read like your brother.

Long live independence!

Long live independence!

Why are they burning their Moroccan brothers' shops?

Moroccans who sell cigarettes

support the French economy, making them traitors.

Have mercy! Have mercy!

Move along.

Soldiers entered the mausoleum

with their boots and weapons.

They arrested two imams who had taken refuge there.

Non-Muslims aren't allowed in our sacred places.

They chased them into the dome.

They beat them like dogs.

I saw them beat people with rifle butts.

The French respect nothing.

So what are we waiting for?

Let's burn down their church in return.

Don't generalize, comrade. We're not terrorists.

But we should protect these two imams with our weapons.

Our target is Tahami, who preaches for Ben Arafa.

They leave us no choice.

We must strike back where it hurts them most.

Let's vote.

-Execution approved unanimously. -I hope he repents.

There is no god but Allah...

INDEPENDENCE

Stop.

Against the wall, hurry.

This is your last warning. Still won't repent?

You, both of you. Whose side are you on?

-Long live Sultan Ben Youssef. -Long live Sultan Ben Youssef.

-Get out. -Long live independence!

I obey only one man, the Commander of the Faithful,

Sultan Ben Arafat.

Ben Arafat is not the Sultan.

Die, you traitor!

-Miss, anything on you? -Get lost.

-No. -Go ahead.

We'll always be stronger than you

because we know you well, while you

know nothing about us.

-Calm down, Christian. -Get out.

Come here.

Happy now?

Get out.

Morocco, our homeland, I give you my soul

Those who trample its rights will face consequences

My soul belongs to it

My blood is for it

And all I own is for it

Where are you going, Kamal?

I'm in a hurry, no time.

Forgot our game this afternoon?

I don't have time to play with you.

Since when are you so cocky?

-We just killed a traitor imam. -Stop lying.

-Were you there? -He's dead.

-Youssef killed him. -You're talking nonsense.

Why don't you introduce your friend?

This isn't a game, it's war.

Idriss, wake up.

Those two devils are fighting again.

That's enough. Brats...

Come on, get up.

Come here, you little brats.

Why are you fighting again?

-He started it. -He did.

-Shut up. -I swear.

Get lost.

Don't come back.

What's your problem?

You're best friends, then you fight.

-I swear, it's him. -Talk to me.

I just wanted to play soccer. He keeps bragging.

So what?

He says his friend Youssef killed Bouakkaz.

What?

His friend Youssef killed Bouakkaz.

Well done, son.

Be a man. Now go.

Business in Fez is over.

Casablanca is the future. Trust me.

If we stay in Fez, we'll have nothing left to eat.

Please.

Thank you.

You deserve it.

Hassan.

You're not married yet. It'll be easier for you.

Go to Casablanca, to uncle Brahim's.

Learn the trade with him, you can watch over our business.

I bought half his business.

Congratulations.

What great news! I'll do anything you want.

I trust you completely.

You're right, brother.

Many families in our city have moved to Casablanca,

many from our neighborhood.

Now, to see Fez natives,

you have to go to Casablanca.

What will become of our poor city if everyone leaves

to do business in Casablanca?

We're not leaving right away.

Casablanca will never match our vegetables.

Or our water.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Ten.

Found you. Come here.

Look, something's moving.

I'm sure he's hiding there. Let's catch him.

We see you.

Your turn to count. Come on.

One

two, three

four

five, six

seven, eight

nine, ten...

MOROCCAN LOVE SONG

Follow me.

Al Quaraouiyin is the oldest university in the world.

It was founded by a woman.

Its library holds treasures, ancient manuscripts.

This is the Book of Examples. Look.

It's a real history book by a famous writer,

historian, sociologist and philosopher Ibn Khaldun,

written in his own hand.

Don't look. Police are after us.

Act natural.

Read what's written here.

"Praise be to God.

"Everything in this book is my work."

Get out.

-Come here. -Aïcha!

-Have mercy... -Up against the wall.

-Against the wall. -Have mercy...

-Against the wall. -Stop.

Move it.

Hurry up. Against the wall.

Have mercy... Have mercy...

-Quiet! -Have mercy...

Move. Shut up.

Stop! Freeze!

-Get up. -Run...

Round up this scum.

At ease.

Good work. Clear them out.

Bless you.

Aïcha.

Darling.

What's wrong?

You didn't come down for dinner,

and you haven't touched the food I brought up.

Tell me what's going on.

Dad, you always say

the French are corrupt and greedy.

They just arrested a friend.

Maybe you could do something.

They'll torture him to death.

Like they did with our neighbor.

Samir?

There is no God but Allah and Mohammed is his prophet.

We belong to God, and to Him we return.

Who exactly am I helping?

Youssef.

Youssef?

How do you know him?

Tell me, how do you know Youssef?

Do you realize what trouble you're getting us into?

They killed the imam the other day.

They also killed Bouakkaz. They killed him.

Oh God...

We beg for your mercy.

We ask for your help.

Guide us to the light and forgive our sins.

I beg you.

Almighty Allah,

we repent for all our sins.

They'll arrest all the students.

They won't release them until they confess.

You must leave this house and the city.

Listen, daughter, go with your uncle. He leaves for Casablanca tomorrow.

You'll take the road at dawn.

No.

Youssef won't betray me. He loves me.

You'll leave town tomorrow with your uncle.

That's an order, Aïcha.

This is all your fault.

Get out of my house.

Get out.

Allah, deliver us from evil.

They thrashed us again.

No wonder, with that clumsy goalkeeper.

They scored between his legs.

I was alone against four of their players.

He's just terrible.

Kamal. Kamal.

Why are you ignoring me?

Still think you're one of the resistance?

I hate you. Got it? We're not friends anymore.

Get out of my sight. Beat it.

I'll kill you if you don't stop. Understand?

You're nothing but a traitor. A traitor.

Stop it. Settle this with spinning tops.

-Omar's challenging you. -Fine by me. I'm not scared.

Watch this, I'll crack it like a nut.

May God blind and maim you.

May God blind and maim you.

May God blind and maim you.

May God blind and maim you

He crushed you.

Well done.

-Great job, Kamal. You crushed him. -He got you good.

I never want to see you again. Get out.

Serves you right.

Kamal.

Kamal.

Ba Messaoud.

I've been waiting for you.

-Is it a letter from Aïcha? -Yes, my son.

"To my dear friend Kamal."

Lalla Aïcha left at dawn.

She went to Casablanca with her family.

-Casablanca? -Yes.

She asked me to give you this letter.

-When will she come back? -Only God knows, child.

-Goodbye, Ba Messaoud. -Goodbye, son.

Only God knows.

"I don't know when I'll return to Fez,

"but my heart is with you both,

"you, my friend, my little brother, and Youssef,

"the man who makes my heart beat so,

"who must now be in prison,

"enduring the worst torture from his captors."

I want to entrust you with a dangerous mission,

but I know you can handle it.

You're a true hero.

Inside the jar on my terrace,

wrapped in cloth, you'll find a gun.

Watch over it

and give it to Hassan without raising suspicion.

From now on, Hassan is your only contact in Fez.

With him, you can continue fighting

for our country's independence.

I promised to write you a letter

and I'll keep writing as often as I can.

Ba Messaoud will be our go-between.

Write to me too.

Kamal,

you'll always be in my heart, no matter what.

I taught you armed resistance, and you taught me freedom.

You showed me how to overcome my fears,

to soar high and not fear the void.

Loving kisses forever.

Your sister and friend, Aïcha.

What's with the onion?

It's for the tear gas.

Rub your eyes with it when they sting.

My God, you've grown.

You'll always be my baby.

God bless you.

Long live independence, down with occupation!

Long live independence, down with occupation!

Long live independence, down with occupation!

Long live independence, down with occupation!

Long live independence, down with occupation!

-Long live independence... -Silence, silence!

Sultan Mohammed Ben Youssef...

Sultan Mohammed Ben Youssef

has left his exile for France

and will soon return to Morocco.

Victory is near!

Long live the Sultan! Long live the Sultan!

Long live Youssef! Long live independence!

Damn politician...

The tagine.

Thank you.

-What's a traitor? -Stop talking nonsense.

By Allah... The sinners looted everything.

This is what traitors do.

Our own brothers, our own blood.

May God punish them!

French dogs.

They let them loose to loot our shops.

The French watch from afar.

That's how they pay them.

They let them keep what they steal!

Gentlemen, get a grip!

The Party says:

with independence,

we'll get everything back.

Just from phosphate revenue, each family will get an income.

and all the country's wealth will be shared

equally.

Toctoc, here's your share!

A roasted lamb just for you!

Knock knock, give and take

Here's your share of phosphates

Knock knock, give and take

Enough to amaze you

Here's your share of fresh produce

The basket's overflowing

Give to this one and that one

Give to your kind neighbor

RABAT-SALÉ AIRPORT, NOVEMBER 16, 1955

Long live the Sultan!

Long live Mohammed Ben Youssef!

Long live independence!

Excuse me. Where are the buses to Casablanca?

-Long live independence! -Do you know Aïcha?

Long live the Sultan!

Do you know Aïcha?

Look, the Sultan's car is coming.

Long live the Sultan!

Long live Sultan Ben Youssef! Long live the Sultan!

-Long live the Sultan! -Long live the Sultan!

-Long live the Sultan! -Long live the Sultan!

-Long live the Sultan! -Long live Ben Youssef!

-Long live Sultan Ben Youssef! -Long live independence!

-Long live the Sultan! -Long live independence!

-Long live the Sultan! -Down with occupation!

Long live the Sultan!

Long live the Sultan!

Aïcha.

Long live the Sultan!

Long live independence! Come, Kamal.

Don't be sad, Kamal. I hate seeing you like this.

I'm sure we'll find Aïcha. I promise.

We'll find her.

Look how happy everyone is. Cheer up, OK?

You'll find her eventually.

Don't worry, you'll find her.

Long live the Sultan! Long live Ben Youssef!

Long live the Sultan!

Yes, long live the Sultan!

A FEW MONTHS LATER, MOROCCO GAINED ITS INDEPENDENCE

AND SULTAN MOHAMED BEN YOUSSEF BECAME KING MOHAMED V

FEZ, SUMMER 55

A FILM WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY ABDELHAÏ LARAKI

Subtitling: TransPerfect Media