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In Fez, when I was little,

I’d go to the movies every Saturday with my brother Ahmed.

There was a man

who’d tell you the story of the film before it began.

We called him “the announcer”.

“Don’t worry,” he’d say. “The couple will kiss twice,

“there’ll be one death, an accident, but the hero will survive.”

Back then, they had to go easy on the audience’s emotions.

In the dark we couldn’t tell the difference

between the movies and reality.

This is my house.

My very own paradise.

But now my paradise lost.

The old man on the table,

the body,

is me.

I died yesterday of a heart attack.

My heart suddenly gave out on me, without warning.

My heart has always been a fragile thing.

There was no announcer

to prepare me for it.

Death never gave me time to settle my scores with life.

But fortunately, as our saying goes,

the dead rule the living.

Everything OK?

I got lumbered with it!

You could have done it, you’re the doctor.

Come now, Si Ahmed...

He’s not a stranger.

- He’s your brother. - Yes, he is.

He thrashed me at golf yesterday.

His time had come, may he rest in peace.

Amen.

What the...! It’s still working!

That happens sometimes.

It’ll go down again.

Incredible!

I’ve never seen that before.

It’s two years since I got mine to stand up

without a blue pill.

I pity you.

Isn’t there any newer remedy? A cream or something?

I’m only a dentist.

Show some respect!

Give me that plane.

This is no time to be playing!

Mohammed VI. M6, if you prefer.

No. But you can be my prince, OK?

Come on.

Hello.

You’ve been away a while.

Take off your sunglasses.

ID card?

I don’t have one.

You have a U.S. passport, but you’re still Moroccan.

I can’t show you a card I don’t have!

Johnson? That’s not a Moroccan name.

His father’s American.

He’s not Moroccan, then.

Can’t you just let us through?

Hurry up! Can’t you see who she is?

She’s the Tilde boss’s daughter.

Go on.

He spared your wife the misery of washing by hand!

How you’ve grown!

I’ve only seen you in photos.

Give Mohammed a kiss. He’s your grandfather's chauffeur.

He understands French but he’s shy.

Bless him.

Madam,

my condolences.

He was a great man.

You’ll learn too.

Yacout!

FIRST DAY: THE LIVING

Quickly!

- Madam? - People will be arriving.

Move those ornaments.

That too.

And that.

These two.

I want top-quality honey.

No smuggled produce.

Don’t worry. Sir was like a father to me.

You hear that? He was everyone’s father now!

Girls, what are you doing?

You shouldn’t be here. Off you go!

Go on, scram!

What’s this?

Is this a joke?

When I tell my husband he’ll be furious!

Madam Aïcha,

come with me.

Mr. Hassan has gone to his maker.

We can’t change that.

Come.

I feel he could turn up at any moment and ask me what’s going on.

“Why are the parasols there? It’s too windy!”

Yacout...

Nothing was ever good enough for him.

Sit down, Madam Aïcha.

Madam Aïcha...

Mr. Hassan, God rest his soul, is dead now.

We must get used to that.

Stop it!

Don’t resist it. Just relax.

I don’t want to relax.

- What are you so uptight about? - You!

This can’t go on.

Once the funeral’s over,

I want you to leave.

Did you hear me?

As simple as that.

I’ve been here for over 30 years, Madam Aïcha.

He has gone to his maker.

And you...

have no place here anymore.

Don’t worry.

After the three days I’ll go.

Put off the meeting with the Spaniards till September.

I’m the CEO, not his heir.

Where have you been?

The factory.

Your dad dying has thrown everyone into a panic.

You think I’m stupid?

I’m sorry, I couldn’t get out of it.

But you were with the family.

Cut out the playacting, will you?

Now he’s gone, Mr. CEO’s trembling, huh?

What’s with the bandages?

What do you mean?

They’re from my operation.

Did you bring my shirts?

I’m not your maid!

I’ve cancelled Marbella.

The vacation’s screwed now.

It’s good.

What are you looking at?

Do you want my photo?

I’m hungry.

I don’t need a pin stuck in me to eat a hamburger.

It’s a piercing, Nana. It's fashion.

Fashion?

You look like a girl. You should change your look.

It makes no sense. He was in great shape.

Yes, it’s tough for Mom too.

Thanks for your compassion.

Thanks, you’re a sweetheart.

Yes, I’ll tell Mom you said hello. See you.

God rest his soul.

I thought I’d go first.

You’ll see us all off.

God forbid!

Hand, hand...

Don't tempt fate.

No but really....

- Not in front of Dad! - Calm down.

You don’t have to worry now. He’s with God.

You’re free to do what you like.

What are you doing in those clothes?

I can still smell him.

Have you lost your mind?

It’s sinful to wear them.

I know, but I miss him.

Who will I drink tea with at 6 a.m.?

Who will I read the papers and talk politics with?

Who with? With your husband.

You have a husband.

My husband... He’s not a patch on Dad.

Mom!

“He’s not a patch on Dad.”

Dad, always Dad!

Dad was a man apart.

Here we go again!

Self-made, all by himself. And he always helped

everyone in this family. Right, Nana?

Above all else,

only he really listened to me.

You’re right there!

Only he had the patience

to listen to you!

I’m so sorry, Kenza.

My condolences.

He was a great man.

My condolences.

God give you strength.

He was a great man. May his successors be worthy of him.

Tangiers misses him already.

Tangiers won’t be the same anymore.

What’s wrong?

Don’t worry, they’re nice ghosts. Come on.

Yes, you do.

You saw Granny Aïcha in New York,

and you met Auntie Kenza too.

Various cousins.

My Bunny!

Thanks, Mohammed.

Welcome!

Yacout, how are you?

I missed you. It’s been so long.

I missed you too.

He’s just like you.

Give her a kiss. She’s my second mommy.

Leave him. He’ll talk to me when he’s ready.

I’ll leave him with you while I go see Mom, OK?

Stay with Yacout, OK?

She makes the world’s best cookies.

How are we going to manage?

You speak English and I speak Arabic.

That’s real handy!

My condolences.

Darling...

Are you OK?

Remembered where your home is?

Hello to you too!

No one could have predicted it.

Come with us.

Where is he?

Upstairs. They’re washing him.

Where are you going?

You can’t see him like that!

Sofia!

Leave her, Mom.

She never does anything like normal people.

Leyla wrote me this letter,

a week before she left us.

“My Dear Sofia,

“I’ve been in London a few weeks now.

“I left too suddenly, without saying goodbye to you.

“Mom told me you were sad.

“I haven’t heard from Zakaria.

“I don’t think he’ll forgive me for leaving without him.

“I’ll explain some other time,

“but I’m in a situation that’s making me sick.

“I don’t know what to do about Dad.

“He wants to run my life.

“I no longer have the strength to fight him,

“nor the courage to live without you all.

“Your big sister, watching over you,

“Leyla.”

What are you doing?

It’s too hot, with the air-con not working.

We’re keeping him cool till the burial tomorrow.

Couldn’t they have fixed the air-con?

You know what he was like.

He’d buy the latest Mercedes but haggle over a kilo of bananas.

It won’t work. We should just put him in the fridge.

Like a side of lamb.

It’s what he deserves.

Have you no shame?

He’s your father!

Have you forgotten about respect in America?

You’re still as skinny.

I’ve missed you, darling.

Me too, Mom.

Get changed. You can’t be in jeans for your father’s gnaza.

It's a funeral.

The whole family gets together for three days

to send your grandfather off to heaven.

A party where we cry too.

I kept this one for you. It’s light.

- Don’t you like it? - I didn’t say anything.

You’re a boy, you can’t wear a dress.

And Jason...

- Why didn’t he come? - He’s filming.

It’s his father-in-law’s funeral.

Couldn’t he have made an effort?

These foreigners have no respect for anything.

Don’t mix everything up.

Dad never accepted Jason.

You were his favorite.

Show me...

What’s that nail polish?

If I was his favorite, he could have come to New York.

Here, take it off.

And you could have come here.

I was waiting for my papers.

You and Leyla, just the same.

I don’t know why, but you came out wrong.

And by trying to make her "right" you ended up killing her!

That’s enough!

They’ll settle their scores up there.

It concerns you too, Mom.

He’s no longer here to protect you.

It’s your father’s funeral today, not your sister’s. That’s enough!

Take that jellaba off.

The color doesn’t suit you.

This one’s better.

Thanks.

Come on, sweetie. I’ll introduce you to your cousins.

They speak English.

Lucky you, getting Mom’s new jellaba!

It suits you. Don’t listen to her.

Let her spit her venom.

It’s our way of showing our love.

How’s your health?

Fine, no relapses. I’ve even gone back to work.

- The same school? - The same.

It’s complicated right now.

The students prefer demonstrating to studying.

You were the same at school.

You’re right. I’d forgotten.

- My condolences. - Thank you.

I’m a cousin of Khadidja, your father’s cousin.

I just wanted to tell you I’m a really big fan.

I’m crazy about you. Could I ask a favor?

Could you sign this?

For my daughter. She’d love to meet you.

What’s her name?

Camélia.

You’re a source of national pride to us.

We’re not at Cannes!

I’m sorry, it’s just the emotion... Excuse me.

- You’re a star! - Cut it out!

You are!

She only gets to play terrorists.

Terrorists, but in Hollywood.

What about your husband’s movies?

Horror movies? No, thanks.

An Arab among all those zombies. It’d suit you.

Everyone talked to him about you.

He said he’d become merely the father of a great actress.

I don’t believe it!

He’s come!

Who?

The guy in the grey suit. He’s my surgeon.

What do you think?

Not now! The imams are here.

I’m asking you what you think!

Not bad, I guess.

Not bad?

You got shit in your eyes? He’s gorgeous!

Don’t mind me!

You never like anyone.

I’ve got a husband at home, I’m not interested in anyone else.

You’re no fun.

I think he’s hot for me.

No, don’t...

My condolences.

Not in too much pain?

A bit. He left us so suddenly.

I meant your scars.

I’d forgotten about them.

Any problem at all, just get in touch.

Thanks, that’s nice.

Miriam, are you sick?

- No. - Then what’s that about scars?

What’s going on?

What’s the problem?

She had her boobs done. Her own revolution!

Your boobs were fine.

Small but cute. Why have them done?

I wanted to be beautiful, to be looked at.

All the women do it here.

If they all wore the veil, would you?

That’s a spiritual choice, not fashion.

I never should have done it.

I feel ridiculous.

Dad’s dead, and I have torpedo tits!

No...

Show some respect, please!

Still in the same place, Nana!

Oh, you’re back.

How are you?

I’m good.

What’s wrong?

I’m mad at you. Have you no shame?

Your brat doesn’t speak Arabic. What do you teach him over there?

He’ll learn.

Marrying a foreigner produces little bastards!

You married a foreigner.

But my husband was an Arab and a Muslim.

I was the foreigner.

You still have a vicious tongue.

Still.

As you get older,

you become more ornery.

A bit of orneriness is good.

My sweetheart!

I missed you.

It’s good to see you.

You were away too long.

If I don’t water the plants, no one else will.

And they’ll wilt.

Well?

How’s America? Do you have a good life there?

With your husband?

It’s fine.

That “fine” sounded a bit weary.

It’s a bit difficult. I don’t have anyone there...

I had a child, far from you, but it's fine.

Stay there! There’s nothing for you here.

It’s dead here.

You’d get swallowed up by everyone else’s problems,

and you’d end up like your sisters.

They’re all a bit like that.

That’s a lovely brooch.

Trying to get me to talk?

It’s a lovely souvenir.

From who?

- Your grandfather. - Really?

How pretty!

Let me see.

Maybe a bit...

No, you look very pretty.

Better to have a pretty grandmother than an ugly, fat one!

Tell Yacout

to bring me my blood-pressure pills.

OK, Nana.

And send me your little devil of a son.

OK.

Now listen to me...

And throw that filthy thing away! Throw it away!

Madam Aïcha has always loved you. We’re a family.

She's always protected you.

So I’m begging you to go and offer your condolences to her.

I’m glad he’s dead, the pig!

Good Lord, be quiet!

Have you forgotten all he did for you?

He paid for your education.

- Zak... - I need money.

He’s come to pay his respects.

Not saying hello?

You look like you’ve seen a ghost.

You look like her.

She was better looking.

You used to be, too.

You’re getting grey hair.

It’ll happen to you too.

You’ll be late.

Getting rid of me now?

No, but you can see Madam Sofia is busy.

Stay.

It’s been so long.

Won’t you come in?

It’s been too long for that.

Yacout, Nana is asking for her pills.

I see you’re doing well in America.

Blowing stuff up!

You make a good terrorist.

Don’t you start too!

And you? What are you doing?

Not much.

- I have to go. - Already?

Will you come back?

See you.

See you.

Here, try it.

Leave the boy alone.

He’s American, he’s not used to it.

Even I’m disgusted!

Mom, eat something.

No, I can’t. I’m on a diet.

How are we supposed to eat?

When’s Jason coming?

What a name!

Did you meet him on a TV set?

Sofia’s ashamed of us.

In case he’s scared off by her Arab family.

What’s wrong with Arabs?

Ask her.

Put your son to bed.

I keep saying we should go to New York.

We never do anything together.

- We’ll go, then. - Such enthusiasm!

I’d love to meet that actor... What’s his name?

- Who? - The guy on the ship.

Steven Seagal?

No! DiCaprio.

That’s him.

What a hunk!

Is this a funeral or Titanic?

Mohammed.

Bring some sauce.

Jason must be doing well.

Yes, nothing gets done over there without 3 million on the table.

How would you know?

Internet.

That’s all we need... movie talk!

Better than being a teacher!

He’s right there.

See how you’re bringing him up? You'll never make a man of him.

You think acting’s a real job?

Sofia should think about doing something else.

If she’d been Sophia Loren...

I forgot about this habit. Discussing everybody else’s life!

I’m here now! What do you want to know?

You want a scoop, do you?

There’s no more Jason.

It’s over.

We’re splitting up.

I told you not to marry a Jew.

He’s not a Jew, he’s American Irish.

He’s American, so he’s a Jew.

Green, black, Jewish... Who cares?

Are you crazy?

You can’t let a guy like that go.

Handsome, rich, famous... What more do you want?

His presence? Love?

Since when has marriage been about love?

Why didn’t you say?

You have a child, you can’t get divorced.

It’s not our way.

So I accept everything, like you?

Like all the women here?

Pay no attention, Sofia.

With the family-code reforms, women divorce now.

Those reforms are just on paper.

The place of women hasn’t changed.

Who asked you?

Why stay in New York, then? Do you have someone else?

No, but my life is over there.

He cheated on you, then.

Stop it!

That’s why you left him. With a famous actress, I hope!

That’s all you can think about!

Exercise your brain a bit! Read, travel...

How can you be so ignorant?

Enough!

I can’t read. I’m allergic to paper.

No way! No one’s allergic to paper.

It’s true, she is.

If she tries to read...

she ends up crying.

Here, warm milk with orange blossom.

It’ll help you sleep.

Thanks.

Your father used to love Abdelwahab’s songs.

How was he before he died?

Tired.

Losing his memory.

You do everything in this house.

Sit with me awhile.

Zakaria says the same thing.

I'm happy to do it.

You’re all my girls.

Has he become a doctor now?

A doctor? You’re joking.

He dropped out.

Is he married?

He has a son.

He doesn’t tell me everything.

I served your father's last meal.

He was very fond of you.

Madam Aïcha...

wants me to leave the house

after the funeral.

You know her.

Don’t pay any attention.

This time she means it.

Sofia, are you asleep?

No.

I can’t.

Me neither.

Do you think he’s watching us?

I feel like I see him everywhere.

I’d be too afraid of dying alone.

I’m afraid too.

But my conscience is clear with God.

I do what has to be done. For the rest, we’ll see.

Still top of the class, huh?

Keeping up those good grades.

Do you think Leyla’s watching us too?

It’s me.

You scared us to death!

I can’t sleep alone in that big bed.

Come here.

Do you want a Stilnox?

- They're stronger than Lexomil. - No.

He’d be pleased to see us all together,

to see the house full.

He’s all I’ve ever known.

We’re here, Mom.

I don’t know...

I’m alone now.

So why did you tell Yacout to leave?

What?

You didn’t!

I’m sick of her seeing her face every day. She tires me out.

But she’s always been here.

She's given her whole life for us. It’s not fair.

It’s my business.

Don’t start on that too.

It’s just not fair.

He’s remarried. A young girl.

- That’s gross! - When did he tell you?

It's his way of warding off old age.

The male menopause!

Oh, it’s you! You don’t have to eat in secret.

I’m sick to death

of all the seeds, the organic foods,

the yoga, the soy...

Just to be “healthy”.

Don’t beat yourself up.

You put on a gram, you don’t get the audition.

At least you’re doing what you love.

My dream is to sing in a musical on Broadway.

Your parents would love that!

You did it.

Leyla made me want to be an actress.

She was so funny.

Her impersonation of Nana was hilarious.

Do you remember her?

Not really. I was too little.

Did she really kill herself?

Yes.

Were you close?

Inseparable.

You’re the only one in the family with balls.

Balls? Thanks a lot.

- Can you sing, then? - Of course.

Show me.

Everyone’s asleep.

Quietly.

Don’t be afraid.

I’m your grandfather.

I had to die

to have the pleasure of meeting you.

SECOND DAY: THE BURIAL

They’re burying me today,

putting me in a hole

with my regrets, my poor choices,

and a good couscous,

my favorite dish.

Go ahead.

Enjoy!

Is it good?

It was the first tree I planted in this garden.

The fig is the fruit of wisdom and generosity.

Whisky. It soothes my heartburn.

No, it’s not for children.

It’s for old people, like me.

Bring another plate.

Eat!

We need nourishment to sweeten our grief.

How was it?

There’s a lovely view over Tangiers.

It was moving.

He wanted to be buried near his father.

At least we know where we’ll all end up.

Was he buried next to Leyla?

- I think so. - He’ll have company.

What a waste, that girl.

Beautiful but crazy.

Because she killed herself?

She was the only sane one in this family of maniacs!

Be quiet, Sofia! You don’t know what you’re talking about.

Don’t you think we miss her too?

It wasn’t our fault.

- It was that business with Zakaria. - Zakaria?

We can’t marry the maid’s son? I can’t marry a foreigner?

So, to please Dad,

we marry a nice respectable Moroccan who we’ll never love!

It would never have worked.

What if it was love?

Love! This isn’t the movies.

It’s a good job Dad was in charge.

No tolerance for his own family!

How can you talk like that when we’ve just buried him?

He had to die before you dared come home!

It’s easy to come back and preach to us all now,

but where were you when I was sick, when Miriam gave birth?

Where were you?

You’re selfish, you only think about yourself!

Maybe, but I’ve chosen my own life.

I don’t hide behind others’ problems and play the victim.

I didn’t become a teacher to please Dad.

I’m helping my country.

I didn’t run off,

reject my family and roots, and take an American name!

Mum, calm down.

No, I’ve had enough!

Let’s calm down.

She annoys me!

My daughters need a photo to know who you are.

With their caricature of a mother!

And her, the Islamist!

Dad can be proud of his daughters!

- Enough! - Go back!

Go back to New York and your shitty movies!

Stop it, I said!

Go on, get out of here.

You’re right. I have no place here.

I’d rather be over there, alone, than be like you.

Don’t listen to them.

Empty or fulfilled,

you do have a place here.

You think you’re so different?

You hate us because we remind you who you are.

Sweeten your tongue with honey.

Shut up, pedo!

That’s enough.

Screw you!

Where are you going?

To drink beer and forget you all!

You can’t drink beer at your father’s funeral.

Screw you!

It's Bloomingdale's here. Always something happening.

What's that? Are you smoking?

Yes! I’m 40 years old and I’m smoking, OK?

I know why you’re here. You shouldn’t be lurking around.

I’ll do what I like.

The one you wanted is dead.

Don’t go after Sofia.

Do you want to suffer more?

Hi, Miriam.

Wherever there's a smell of death, you show up!

God protect us from you!

Can you take me for a drive? I need some air.

I’ll get changed first.

See you in the garage?

Zakaria?

I know them all.

Your dad first brought me in here when I was 8 or 9.

He told me the history of each one.

You were lucky.

For us it was out of bounds.

He bought this Jaguar off an American shipowner.

And the Mercedes...

He won it at poker.

So...

Which one?

You choose.

The Mustang.

It’s a ’71.

Where do you want to go?

Take me back to New York.

I don’t have a visa.

Poking her nose in!

I was on the receiving end.

I have a beautiful life.

What’s wrong with it?

It’s magnificent.

She’s just jealous.

Do I look uptight?

A bit schoolmistress-y.

Is it the glasses?

It’s the glasses. Should I wear lenses?

I think maybe it’s the moustache.

Don’t mention moustaches. It reminds me of Dad.

I’m suffocating.

What?

Since when?

Since now!

What a stupid pair of bitches!

Wow, what a car!

I’ll leave it with you.

You look after it, OK?

Got the keys?

Don’t be scared.

It’s my place.

I left you a medical student, now you’re in DVDs.

I never liked the sight of blood.

You’ve got all the latest.

How do you do it?

I download them, burn copies and sell them.

I’m a pirate.

In the States you’d go to jail.

Go rat on me, then.

The Forces of Evil? It only just came out!

They like horror flicks here.

Your husband is a hit everywhere.

Too much.

How are things?

It’s complicated.

I want some space but everyone keeps talking about him.

Even you have his movies.

Do you have anyone?

What do you want?

You should ask yourself that.

You brought me here.

I shouldn’t have.

Come on.

Let’s go.

Talk to me.

Is it so hard to look me in the eye?

Want to dance?

- I don’t like dancing. - You don't like dancing, talking...

What do you like?

Not much.

Let’s dance.

I have to do something.

- Who’s that? - I’ll tell you later.

Want to dance, my gazelle?

- Get off! - I won’t eat you!

Who are those guys?

I want to have a life too!

Where’s Saïd?

What’s it to you?

- You going to screw her too? - Stop it.

You grew up with them, but you’ll never be one of them.

They have their world and we have ours.

They’ve buried us before we’re born.

We’ll always be less than nothing to them.

Wait! What are you doing? Where are you going?

You bring me to a bar, then go for a screw in the bathroom!

- Who’s she? - My son’s mother.

- Is that how you treat women? - Are you shocked?

She likes it. You wouldn't do that to your husband, huh?

What do you know about it? You disgust me!

And I feel sorry for you.

You’re not a patch on Leyla.

You try to be, you even stole her career as an actress.

Leyla was a princess.

So why didn’t you fight for her?

She left suddenly, and I didn’t know where.

She was pregnant.

What?

You dad sent her away to get an abortion.

Mom told everyone she’d gone to London,

to the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art.

Lies.

She preferred dying to fighting you all.

The bastards have stripped it!

- I’m sorry, Sofia. - Why didn't they just steal it?

They’ll get more money for the parts.

What do we do now?

What can I say?

What are you doing here?

Not going to bed?

I’m breathing. Where have you been?

Spying on me, like Dad?

Remember when we used to go out clubbing?

Dad would wait up all night

to see who we came home with.

- Can I have one? - Yeah.

Why are you drinking all on your own?

I don’t know.

I’m sick of it.

Sick of being a mother.

I wanted to do things,

to be an actress like you,

or a dancer or something.

You could have.

You were the most beautiful.

Yeah, beautiful...

What difference does that make?

I’m too lazy, anyway.

I’ve done nothing with my life.

My husband doesn’t even notice me.

He does.

You don’t notice him.

Do you still love him?

I don’t know.

He bores me, irritates me...

I want to feel excitement, I want to dream,

I want to feel alive...

Do you understand?

I don’t know what to do with myself.

I’ve had my boobs done, my butt,

my tummy, my teeth...

You see all this?

It cost 200,000 dirhams!

All for nothing.

No one’s benefited.

The surgeon did!

Stop this obsession with plastic surgery.

It’s meaningless.

- I don’t want to look like Nana. - What’s wrong with Nana?

She’s old.

I don’t want to grow old.

Keep drinking, then.

THIRD DAY: THE SEPARATION

I’m in this hole.

It’s dark.

It’s too hot.

My friends the cockroaches and beetles

are exploring my body...

Fortunately,

I can still hear you.

That’s reassuring.

A whole life spent pulling myself up,

to end up here alone,

with a dog pissing on me.

But that’s good.

At least we’re all equal...

in the dust.

It’s the third day.

Everyone will be leaving.

My things are all packed.

What about his suits?

When you’re ready you can give them away.

No other man would have his stature.

Take what you like.

I don’t want anything.

There’s no need.

You loved him.

But he’s gone.

I’m going too.

Where?

I don’t know.

I was torn from my family as a girl,

dragged from house to house...

We each have our woes.

You were dragged around,

and I lost my daughter.

I’d have given my eyes to bring her back.

It was God’s will.

Your daughter died and I lost my son.

All I have left are my tears.

She’d have been 36 now.

Stay with me. I need you.

We’ve been through so much.

Leave me, please.

He’s going to kill her!

- It’s only make-believe. - He gave her such a beating.

She tried to kill the president, she’s the baddy.

He’s hitting her.

- It’s make-up. - He’s killing her.

The pig!

A bomb!

She’s going to blow them all up.

God is great!

I can’t watch.

It’s just make-believe.

Look who’s here.

Hello, sweetheart. You’re alive!

Hi, star!

The obituary.

Show us.

Classy.

May he rest in peace.

I’m going to Fez tomorrow. We have to read the will first.

Will you give the girls your share?

You’re not going to profit from that law...

I won’t use bad language.

Pocketing the lot and disappearing.

Why should you inherit?

Your father had no sons.

So?

The law says that the deceased’s brother

must inherit too.

The law protects women too, don’t forget.

Even if you inherit,

you have to take care of the daughters.

Well said!

Men get 2/3, but it's still not enough!

- It’s medieval. - It’s my right!

I’m the man of the family.

Why should I refuse it?

He was my brother.

That’s how it is. It’s in the Koran.

You quote the Koran when it suits you.

I’m devout but I think it’s unjust.

The law always favors men.

If women inherit less we should pay less tax.

What are you worried about?

There’ll be enough for everyone. It’s an empire.

Your father had houses and land all over Morocco.

And don’t forget the factory.

That’s not the point.

Youssef has always worked for Dad,

and now you come poking your nose in!

Defending your husband now?

Yes, I am. Do you have a problem with that?

Don’t I get anything?

You’re the grandson.

But maybe not, with that earring!

Leave him alone!

God save us!

It’s nice to get out.

I can’t believe that bastard’s going to inherit.

We have to study how to defend our interests.

Have you seen his whore?

- She’s ugly. - She’s young.

She’s ugly and fat.

He’s got a dick for a brain. I hate him!

We know he’s a total scumbag.

He’s a pig. He felt my tits when I was little.

What?

Yeah, he felt me up!

You too?

Why didn’t you say anything?

The bastard!

Why didn’t you say anything?

It’s shameful, not the sort of thing you talk about.

- It was only once. - That’s enough!

He’s the one who should be ashamed.

You don’t know what it’s like.

As long as women accept it, it won’t change.

What are you talking about?

You chose well, with your American, but look around you.

They’re all frustrated and obsessed.

I think it’s we who have a problem with men.

Not me.

- I don’t know that kind. - Your husband?

He’s the only man I’ve ever known.

He’s nice, really nice.

He’s a doctor, a cousin,

and Dad liked him.

Does he make you come?

- Well, does he? - Quiet!

You’re so direct!

We do it, like everyone.

You never want to try someone else?

No!

I’m not like you, I’m not free.

I wish I weren’t so uptight.

What else did we have to buy?

Kinder, for Nana.

Three.

That's enough soda.

Life isn’t just about sex.

It is.

It isn’t.

Did you know Leyla was pregnant?

Yes, Mom told us.

Any other secrets?

You were too young. We couldn’t tell you.

Anyway, you didn’t even notice us. All you cared about was Leyla.

You were older.

- So? - So it’s only natural.

It’s a pity about Zakaria. Dad used to love him.

Now he’s a junkie and alcoholic.

And you, with your beer and tranquilizers?

That’s enough.

We’ve shed enough tears. Let’s not start again.

It all seems to slide right off you.

It hurts less that way. Move!

How did you find out about Leyla?

Zakaria told me.

You’re hanging out with Zakaria now?

Watch out, Sofia.

We’re just friends.

If you do that, I swear I’ll screw my surgeon!

I need to screw or I’ll explode!

Screw him, then!

Don’t mind us!

We’re in the supermarket here, not the steam bath!

Get out of here, now!

I’ve been looking for you for an hour.

What are you doing?

What’s that?

What are you doing?

Looking through your grandfather’s things?

Well, I’m upset!

No more pool, no more cousins! Get out!

It's me or nothing.

We can’t.

Mom!

What is it?

You whore!

Have you no shame? God will punish you.

Leave God out of it!

You’re just the maid.

Shut your mouth!

What's the point of having a son like you?

Why didn’t you tell me?

My son...

He loved you.

I swear, you were like a son to him.

I was his son!

He could have kicked us out.

I wish he had. He destroyed me.

Why did you hide it from me?

He was protecting his reputation, his family...

Him, him... It’s always about him!

You’re still defending him, even now!

I couldn’t do anything.

I was just the maid.

I was pregnant, my family would have rejected me.

Women always get the blame. Always.

On top of all that,

he was so kind to me.

Did she know I was her brother?

I don’t know.

I never knew.

It was a horrible time for everyone.

He had to get her away from you.

I’ll never forgive you.

My sister!

You’re monsters!

That’s not true.

It was destined to be.

And he gave you a bastard.

Did you love him?

I still do.

You know too?

He always wanted a son.

We are here today for the reading of the deceased’s will.

May he rest in peace.

Give us the papers and we’ll sign them.

We can’t.

There’s...

another heir.

What do you mean, another?

What is this?

It’s true. There’s a fifth heir,

acknowledged by your father

in 1994,

after your sister died.

He’s been notified. He’ll be here shortly.

Who is it?

Mom,

did you know?

What?

He gave the maid a bastard?

- The maid is my mother! - Don’t talk about her like that!

Did you know, Mom?

Yes.

He told me after Leyla died.

I didn’t know he’d acknowledged him.

But...

He and Leyla didn’t...

She wasn’t carrying his child?

She wasn’t carrying her brother’s child?

Tell me she wasn’t!

Tell me she wasn’t!

How could you keep that from us?

We couldn’t talk about such things.

You’re no one’s son,

but you’re getting the jackpot!

Shut up!

He showered money on you all his life.

Moulay Hassan also made provisions

regarding his brother Ahmed.

You must sign, please.

I don’t want anything.

Like you, I didn’t know.

It’s your due.

He loved your mother.

He loved you too.

You’re his son.

No! No way is this jerk part of our family!

He’s our brother.

If he stays, I’m leaving.

Stay right here.

This concerns us all.

Only Dad could order me!

Understand?

He left a hell of a mess behind him.

So I’m in charge now!

How could you keep quiet about it? How?

How could you live all your life with his other woman?

- Where’s your pride? - Calm down!

You don’t understand.

Yes,

all my life I shared your father with another woman.

Yes.

I thought it was the right thing to do.

I didn’t have the nerve to leave him.

I wanted to keep my family together.

I didn’t want to lose you all.

And I loved him.

But you let Leyla die alone,

like a dog!

When Leyla died,

I lost a part of myself.

All I wanted

was to die too.

It’s over.

Now your father’s dead.

You’re no longer little girls.

You’re magnificent women.

Don’t be afraid of the freedom he left you.

Let no one take that from you.

Zakaria.

This is your home.

Just like Leyla.

The mask?

Yes, do you remember?

You helped me with it.

It’s no surprise she’s a teacher.

That’s Zakaria.

With Dad.

You were the prettiest, Mom.

You're sweet.

Mohammed hasn’t changed.

That’s true.

He looks like that guy on TV.

Come here, darling.

Look, it’s me!

He filmed me.

He loved fooling around.

Classy, Nana!

He looks like a poet.

He's looking at us.

Well done!

Madam Sofia, there’s an American for you.

Who?

I don’t know. I’ve never seen him before.

An American?

Who could it be?

It’s about time!

Let’s go and see.

The film hasn’t finished!

You’re squashing my boobs!

Stop it!

He’s not bad.

He looks like a Moroccan.

At least he came.

He’s no Brad Pitt.

He just needs a different name.

- Like Bouchaib? - Why not?

No... Jason.

No, not now.

When you’re with the family, you have to be alone with them all.

I’ll come later.

Look, look, they’re kissing.

He came for her.

Be discreet!

Go to your daddy.

My mother told me,

“Never make a woman cry because God counts her tears.”

I’ll miss you all.

Subtitles by Howard Bonsor

Subtitling by LVT - Paris