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[cheering, laughing]

[screams]

[excited chatter]

Will you join us?

We won't be long.

[laughter, chatter]

[both sing] ♪ Happy anniversary to you ♪

[people join in]

♪ Happy anniversary to you ♪

[all] ♪ Happy anniversary Claire and Simone ♪

Thank you.

♪ Happy anniversary to you ♪

I'm so proud of you, little sister.

[cheering, clapping]

We love you!

OK, who's blowing out the candles? Claire or Simone?

- You do it. - [Simone] Me?

- Yes you! - Listen, alright.

If I blow out all three at the same time,

I promise you I'm coming out.

[cheering, clapping]

[clicking, pinging]

Let's take it out. It's gonna be dry.

You don't even keep kosher, spare me your advice.

Mama, about the wedding--

You're letting all the heat escape! Shut it!

I want to bring someone.

Be careful with my father's china, you know it was a wedding present!

Yes, I know, I know!

A gift from your father to your mother on their wedding day,

even though they were broke and homeless.

- Your grandmother didn't have much. - [Norbert] You're an hour late!

- [sighs] Alright, hurry up. - No! We're not waiting!

- That brother of yours. - We're not waiting for him!

[pans clatter]

Mmm...

It needs something. You try it, honey.

- Maybe you forgot the cumin. - If you're gonna criticize, why come?

Because it makes you happy, Mom. You know me and Jewish holidays.

No matter what, you're still Jewish!

Do you think the Nazis went around asking people?

And stop eating my terfas, there won't be anything left! Stop!

- Mmm! Much better. - There's plenty. We were just tasting it.

[sighs]

- It's for the mice. - The ones in your head?

Yeah, yeah, I'm crazy.

I'm crazy

and you're non-practicing, OK?

With the exception of my mother,

the entire family was deported while eating bacon.

And it didn't help them

so if you're going to die for being Jewish,

you might as well practice to understand why.

On the contrary! If you're gonna die, we might as well indulge ourselves.

[sighs] Mmm-hmm.

- See you next week, Ms. Noelle. - Thank you, Maryse.

Happy New Year.

- Bye, Simone. - Bye, Maryse.

[exhales]

Mom, it's cold outside!

I'm just airing out the room from Maryse...

How can you be so racist?

I'm not racist, I adore Maryse. You know that.

When you were little, you smelled like a wet cat.

[sighs]

What? Hasn't your boyfriend told you?

If you would just let me get a word in...

What's the problem? Is he married? An Arab?

What if he was? Huh? What would you say?

- Why are you so difficult? - Darling, what should we do?

How should I know? You decide for once.

Oh, I'm so tired of this. Come on. The prodigal son is always late.

Let's start without them. Come on.

[Noelle sighs quietly]

[clock ticking]

Noelle, come now, you call him please.

- No! I'll just get angry. - Oh. You do it OK?

No. He's your son, Papa. He's your son.

[groans]

Yeah, hello. Where are you?

On the highway?

Good. OK, OK.

- A sanitation truck is blocking the road. - On the beltway?

[shouts] I'm so sick of these holidays!

Every year I bust my butt and nobody cares!

I can't ever do anything right. To you, I'm just shit, shit, shit.

I might as well just go off somewhere and die!

[sighs]

- Hello, we're here! - Hello! Shana Tova.

Sorry, the traffic was really bad.

- Shana Tova! - Hi dear, happy New Year.

Shana Tova, Dad.

- Happy New Year, Simone. - All right?

- And we have some very good news to share. - Yeah?

David and I found a chateau for the wedding.

Ah!

- Mazel tov. - Hey, are you bringing someone?

- Of course. I told you I was. - And?

OK, I knew it! Why are you hiding the fact that you've met someone?

Her name is Claire.

- So who's Claire? - Oh, she's just her roommate.

Yes, but she's also my... She's my... My...

My...

She's my best friend.

Come on, Simone, I can fix you up with a guy on my site any time you want.

They're all good Jews with the best jobs, not just guys who sign up to have sex.

They're Moroccan Jews, Tunisians...

There's Ashkenazis, there are even Chinese.

He's right, you can't stay single forever.

But she has lots of time.

No. No, no. When I was her age I had two sons.

- Let's talk about my guest. - Don't even get started.

For three years Kevin and I have had a civil partnership!

Homosexuality is an illness.

- The Torah forbids it! - Can't you at least meet Kevin?

[Noelle] Stop upsetting your father.

No one in the family can know about this!

OK, everyone be calm alright?

- Let's think it over. - What? Think what over?

- Nothing, because he isn't coming! - Then I'm not coming either.

Here we go! We're bad parents, we ruined everything.

I'm a rotten mother and I'm nothing but shit, shit, shit!

- [sighs] - [Noelle cries]

[door opens]

[door closes, keys jangle]

So, how did it go?

I'm shit.

Mom went on about Auschwitz again and then started with the slapping.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit..."

Oh, don't worry about it. Just tell them when you're ready.

Oh, I'm ready!

The problem is with all of them.

Dad almost passed out.

With two gay kids, he's gonna have a heart attack.

It's really getting to me, it's making me crazy.

I mean, I won't be OK until I tell them. I mean it.

[inhales deeply]

And I want you to meet them.

- You brought us some matzoh? - Mmm-hmm.

- Wasn't it New Year? - Must have been left over.

I have a gift for you too.

- What? - You'll see!

[laughs]

- Is it what I think? - I don't know!

[both chuckle]

Thanks.

Mmm.

Thank you.

Benloulou.

9:15.

Don't let it get you down. It's better to rent.

Plus, if you separate, it's a lot less trouble.

And buying in the Varenne district... Actually I grew up there.

It's cute and it isn't bad. You'll end up dying of boredom there.

Any questions? Thanks so much. See you later.

- You have my direct line? - I do.

- Bye now. - Bye.

[child whines]

- Hey! - I told you never come to my office!

You gotta help me. I'm getting hounded by the Tax Department.

I'm busy working!

- Come on, please! - Your dating site keeps sending me spam.

- It's not spam. I registered you. - What?

Yep.

Stop, what are you doing?

Did Mom ask you to sign me up?

No, it's because we... need more decent women.

I got you all set up with Keren's cousin.

I think you're gonna like him. Éric Taieb. Great job in finance.

- You have no right to do this. - Want to end up a lonely old spinster?

I'm not going on a date with this man!

Just wait. Take a look.

See what a handsome guy he is? Yeah!

And he's got a really great job. He's a guy who can make you happy.

Look--

- Sorry, I'll come back. - It's all right. I was just leaving.

Come on. Don't disappoint me.

Oh, I almost forgot...

No, please, David, I don't want the mezuzah.

I don't want all my neighbors to think I'm an orthodox.

- You ashamed? - David, I don't live alone.

Sure, but that doesn't mean God has forgotten you.

Good bye. Just go.

[website music]

- I'll come over and put it on the door. - Bye.

- So long! - Bye bye.

[relieved sigh]

How the fuck do I unsubscribe from this site anyhow?

- What is it? - I mean look at this! It--

- Crazy. - [gasps] He's so cute, let me see more.

[digitalized traditional Jewish music]

[Simone] Let's go eat.

Roast cod with three spices and glazed vegetables.

- [both ladies] Thank you. - Bon appétit ladies!

Mmm!

[sensuously] Mmm.

Mmm.

- Phenomenal. Don't you think? - Mmm-hmm.

- All good? - Mmm-hmm, it's good.

- How is it? - It's delicious!

The... The marinade. It's just amazing.

- There's something... - What?

There's something that's unfamiliar. Is it new?

Yes it is. A spice from Senegal.

Mmm.

Netetou?

- [both laugh] - Very good, I'm impressed.

- You think it was a bad idea? - No, no... It's good.

I'd say it's really good. No, it's actually amazing.

Well, I mean, compared to the filet you served us last week, it's...

disappointing.

I know, I'm off my game.

I've been catching all kinds of hell from my mom.

[man] Wali, two steaks for table two!

Uh, there's a thing tonight. I'm doing a buffet of Senegalese cuisine.

- A buffet? - Yes. You should come.

- OK. - See you tonight then.

[Simone] Sure!

Bye.

[African upbeat music plays]

[music continues]

[hollering, cheering]

The night is ours, girlfriend!

Woo!

- Woah! So you made it! - You prepared all this?

I was inspired by all kinds of traditional Senegalese dishes.

This is asparagus and hibiscus cream.

Inspired by maffe.

Tell me what you think.

Mmm.

Mmm!

It's... It's... It's so good I'm just speechless.

- Not too spicy? - It's perfect.

OK, this is a bit more traditional,

but since you like hot chilies...

[Wali chuckles] Yeah?

Alright?

[coughs]

Uh-huh.

[Simone still coughing]

Better be careful with that, it's pretty strong.

[cell rings]

Hello?

No, I told you I'm too busy this week!

Just tell them I'm not really sure when I can make it.

Just say it was a misunderstanding.

Listen, I have to go.

- Was that your mom? - My aunt. She wants me to get married.

It's the same with me!

This is pretty good!

[fast-paced music plays]

[cheering, chatter]

I didn't know you were like this.

I was like what?

You know, you're usually so serious.

[laughs]

Must be the chili!

[club sounds drowned out by music playing]

Come home with me.

No. I'd better be going.

[shouts] Hey, Simone!

- Don't go. - [angry] I have to go. I have to...

But I...

[Simone] Taxi!

[gentle music plays]

[Claire sighs sleepily]

You're being weird, are you high?

[groans and kisses]

- It burns! - [whispers] That's the chili.

[sighs]

[groans]

[exhales]

[gentle upbeat music plays]

Good morning.

[Claire chuckles]

What's all this? Did you misbehave last night?

[both chuckle]

Thanks.

- He was so hot! - [Simone] I don't know, it was just...

- It was what? - [Simone gasps]

- I can't. I'm going. - Huh?

- I can't do this. - Wait a minute, it's no big deal!

All you did was kiss him.

Tell him you're already in a relationship and that'll be the end of it.

It isn't that simple.

- You like him? - I was drunk on that punch.

[gasps] You like him! You're actually bi then!

- Bi? - Yeah!

I slept with a guy when I was 18.

He was my first and my last. I would've known already.

- So then we can't eat here anymore? - Go on in without me.

I don't want to go without you. Don't be a jerk, it's a good spot!

- Where shall we go? - To the bakery. Come on.

[cell rings]

Hello?

Hello?

- [David] Hey! - Hey.

Don't forget your date tonight with Éric Taieb, Keren's cousin.

Tonight?

- Yeah. - I can't make it tonight.

- Why? - I'm doing something important.

What are you doing?

- With Geraldine, my colleague. - Hmm?

What? Cancel it! You see her every day.

No, that's impossible. It's... her birthday.

Simone, don't do this to me three weeks before the wedding!

Éric's a big investor in my site.

I never asked for any help with this. You went ahead and set me up!

Hello? I can't hear you. You're breaking up.

- David. - I think I'm losing you. Bye!

That man is crazy.

- I have an idea. - Huh?

You go in my place.

Say you're Simone and go and have a good time tonight.

- Mmm-mmm. I'm not doing that. - Why not?

No way, an orthodox Jew? I'll end up wearing a veil.

Come on, play along! Why not?

You're the one who said he was super cute.

Yes, he's a cute guy but blind dates never work out.

I don't even know how to eat kosher.

Oh my God, it's simple to eat kosher.

Just avoid pork, shellfish, game and horsemeat.

Only eat animals with cloven hooves, fins and scales.

- Excuse me? - Forget about it.

Listen, for dinner just order something very simple,

like beef or yellowtail.

But if you have meat for dinner, no dessert.

It's likely to have cream or milk in it and it's not allowed.

"Don't cook a lamb in its mother's milk."

Now I'm really lost.

You know what? You should try to mess up the date.

Then maybe my parents will give up trying to marry me off.

Hold on just a second. Once again.

No... pork or ham, horsemeat, wild game or shellfish.

Right. And have fun, and make sure that he pays.

OK.

You'll be fine.

- [exhales] - Hmm?

Éric?

Simone?

[waiter] Have you decided?

The rib-eye with maître d'hôtel sauce please.

[waiter] Very good.

Excuse me, aren't you kosher?

Huh? But of course.

The dish I ordered is rib-eye, it doesn't have any pork.

Yes, yes of course it is, but...

[chuckles]

The sauce is prepared with butter, is that right?

[waiter] Yes, butter and parsley.

Oh yes, of course!

It's nothing. Nothing at all. I constantly violate the rules.

No, no, I think I'll have the fish instead.

Do you have the dorado?

[waiter] No, I'm sorry, ma'am.

May I suggest the sole meunière with stir-fried vegetables?

Hmm.

Yes. It's perfect.

But don't forget to remove the scales and fins.

[chuckles]

Perfect selection for me also.

[sighs with relief]

Go ahead, laugh now,

but when you're no longer young and beautiful

you will all agree with me.

- Oh! - Hey, girls. Hey, girls.

Well, I have something...

very important to say to Claire.

- We'll leave you two alone. - Oh, please don't. No, no, please don't.

I want you here for this.

It's really important that you're all here.

[Simone breathes heavily]

I...

I've been thinking a lot...

thinking a lot about how important you are to me, to my life.

You're the love of my life.

Will you marry me, Claire?

[all sigh]

And your parents?

My parents?

[all laugh]

Oh, Baby, my parents really don't have anything to say about it.

They did exactly the same thing.

[chuckles] My grandma...

She'd go out into the middle of the road and cry, "Let me die right this minute!"

She didn't want my mother to get married to a Sephardic.

[all laugh]

[Simone] Of course when David was born, they made up.

My grandma, she was a real classic.

Wait a minute!

- Don't tell me you two are having a baby. - Why would they get married for that?

The whole lot of you are going on about marriage and babies now.

- So what? - You're like a bunch of straight girls!

- You're a reactionary. - What a generation this is!

[Virginie] That's life.

- Well? Will you? - Of course I will!

[cheering and clapping]

You will?

[talking in her head]

I... I have something important to say.

I'm in love.

With someone.

- And-- - I just knew it!

Oh, you make us so happy.

[kisses Simone]

A mother can sense these things.

Listen to her, madam clairvoyant! Your brother told us.

- Nat? - No. David.

Love at first sight, like Dad and me.

Yeah, but no. It's somewhat more complicated.

But are these internet dating sites serious?

- Who are these men? - He's Keren's cousin!

- What? - You know what? This is moving too fast.

What are you worrying about? This Éric seems like he's serious.

- Did he give you all his phone numbers? - Éric?

- No, no... There's been a huge mistake. - He drives a big Jaguar, right?

He can drive then?

Obviously he drives!

He takes his mother to play Scrabble every Wednesday night.

He'd better not be fooling around.

Hey, come here, darling.

- Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! - Simone, hey, you have to stop that!

I'll never manage this. Never!

It isn't really all that important. OK?

When we have a child of our own,

your mother is going to shower it with presents for Hanukkah.

No! They're not going to force their religion on our child.

OK, but we'll allow him to learn a little bit of yoga.

And some meditation. Huh?

[chuckles]

A little namaste, a little sun worship, OK?

We'll see.

[Simone sighs]

So you didn't manage to tell your parents.

Well, to make up for it, you should tell Wali.

- There's no connection. - Sure there is.

Uh, no. When it comes to Claire, it makes no difference.

I know, but you will start to feel better about things.

And it means we can finally go back to the restaurant.

That's for your date with an orthodox Jew?

Oh, don't worry about it, Simone. He's not that observant.

Plus he drives a Jag.

You should see him! The look in his eyes! Ooh!

[gasps]

It's like he can read my every thought.

And his scent! I wonder what cologne he uses.

Hey, maybe it's his natural aroma!

[laughs]

We seem to like all the same things.

Like me, he listens to R&B from the 90s.

He loves old films...

He actually watched Titanic three times. Just like me!

[Geraldine chuckles]

The only thing is... I actually haven't told him I'm not you.

I know. I don't want you to say anything yet.

- Really? - Not at the moment.

[radio plays music]

- Ah! Fuck! Damn! - Ah, oh! No, no! Quick!

Come here. Yep, you burned it! Come here.

You OK?

Good timing!

Can you taste this for me? I don't eat pork.

Actually, Wali, I wanted to talk to you about the other night.

What are you anyway? Benloulou's North African, yeah?

Erh, yes, it is, but it's nothing special.

- The thing is, I want to-- - Here, try this now.

I've been lost without you. Where were you?

I mean...

- This is fantastic, it's... It's amazing. - Good.

[Wali chuckles]

Mmm.

- Maybe you should open a restaurant. - Funny you should mention that.

That's what I would like to do,

it's just that when you're black, the lenders don't trust you.

Well, come see me, maybe. Maybe I could help you.

We could be partners.

[chuckles nervously] What? We could open a restaurant together?

Sure. Why not?

Actually, with pork it's just like with wine.

- Taste then spit. - What?

Like you do with wine if you don't want to get drunk.

You don't swallow it,

that way you haven't violated your... your religion.

- You're a funny girl. - You drink though, don't you?

Yeah.

- You too. - [chuckles nervously]

You have quite a capacity for it, hmm?

You're cute when you're drunk.

And you're sexy too.

Anyway, there's this thing I haven't told you.

- I-- - Hmm?

I haven't told you...

I'm in a relationship.

Ah, OK.

Hmm.

I thought maybe you came to see me.

[utensils clatter to the floor]

[more utensils clatter loudly to the floor]

[door opens, keys jangle]

[Claire] Hello?

[door closes]

[sighs]

All right?

Yeah.

I need to lie down though.

Oh no. You don't look well.

[footsteps approach]

[inhales deeply]

What's wrong?

Simone?

Did I say something wrong?

No.

[Simone sobs]

Tell me.

[continues to sob]

I did something stupid.

Did you break the worm compost?

Is that it? It doesn't matter.

My dear, it's OK. Whatever you did.

Don't worry about it.

[continues to sob]

It's OK.

It's OK.

[sobs] It's Wali.

Who's that?

He's a Senegalese chef.

What?

What happened?

Did he assault you?

Did he touch you?

Hey, Simone?

I'm going to call the police.

- [panicked] No, no. Don't. - Why not?

It wasn't like that.

It wasn't just him.

[Simone continues to sob]

Get out, please.

Go.

Claire...

[shouts] You heard what I said, get out of here!

Right now!

[door slams]

Claire!

- Claire, can we talk? - No reason to.

Can't you forgive me? Please, Claire.

- I don't want to lose you. - What the hell?

You ask me to marry you then you screw a man.

What's wrong with you?

Precisely, a man!

Claire! It doesn't even count!

I'll tell him I'm in love. That I can't live without you.

Claire!

You know what? All this time I've been living with a stranger.

You're not even a lesbian. You're a closet hetero!

How can you say that?

The first time I ever kissed anyone it was another girl.

I was a lesbian at 11.

Marion Faivre... I was head over heels in love.

What the hell is a "real lesbian"?

Someone who's never slept with a guy?

I'm non-observant, that means I'm not Jewish?

Either way, I'd have been deported.

Do you know just how stupid you sound?

Claire!

[shouts] Claire! Slow down!

Wait!

Hey, where's Wali?

He's on his way.

[Wali] Are those for me?

Listen, can we forget about what happened yesterday?

It was a mistake.

- Don't tell me you're dumping me. - I wanted to tell you...

My guy's a girl. I'm a lesbian.

What?

Haven't heard that before.

I'm being serious.

No.

I've been with a lot of women.

Some of them were married, um...

they had kids,

some racist girls, but a lesbian, never, no.

- Are you serious? - [sighs] Don't make this hard on me.

- I'm not into men, OK? - It's not about men, it's about me.

I'm into women! Get it?

OK.

Fuck me!

When I tell the guys, they won't believe it.

I won't tell anyone, because some will freak out.

Don't misunderstand me, but I'm just telling you,

in Senegal it's bad luck.

Only in Senegal, Simone!

[shouts] Simone!

Benloulou!

10:15.

Hello. Do you remember me?

I'm Moussa, Wali's cousin. You told me to come by and see you.

Yes, of course.

[dating site music]

Shit.

That means money is coming.

One moment.

You need to unsubscribe me from your site!

[David] What? But you've got loads of offers!

Well, not that it matters. I hear you and Éric really hit it off!

[slams phone on desk]

- Sorry. - I can come another time.

No, now is fine.

[desk phone rings]

- Hello? - [Noelle] Tell me everything!

- No, Mom. I'm working now. - You're always working!

- You never tell me anything. - Sorry.

Is he nice? Handsome? What did you eat?

What did we eat? We ate...

- Senegalese. - Senegalese?

- I thought you went to the Londore. - If you already know, why are you asking?

Your mother?

[Simone desperately] Claire, we need to talk.

I screwed up, I know I screwed up.

You think that I betrayed you,

because it was a with guy.

I couldn't care less about that guy. I told him that it's over with us.

It's you I love. Look at me, Claire! Look at me!

Can you shut her up?

Tell her to go. I don't want to see her or listen to her.

- [shouts] Claire, listen! I love you! - Simone, not now.

- Get lost! Listen-- - This is my place too!

- She doesn't want you here. - Back off!

- This isn't your home anymore! - She doesn't want you here!

Back off!

Simone, give her space. Come back later, OK? Come back later.

[shouts] Claire! I love you, dammit!

OK, OK. Calm down, it's all right.

You love each other.

You have a great relationship, but this is a bad time.

- Can you tell her that I love her? - I will.

You know she needs to be alone for now. Just for now, Simone.

I just don't understand why all you girls get into such a state.

[tipsy] Why the hell be lesbians, huh?

If you're just going to behave like a boring straight couple.

Hey, when Julia and I first met, I was married.

I brought her home and we were a ménage-à-trois.

But then... Then I met Celia.

I ran off with her.

And Julia and my guy...

Well, what do you suppose they did?

They got married and had kids!

[chuckles]

For years and years they were furious with me.

So I said, "Never again!"

Not a chance!

Mmm...

When you've loved someone,

you can't suddenly hate them.

[Joss laughs]

What did you do that was so wrong? Huh?

You were attracted to a guy. And you screwed him!

So? Great!

[whimpers]

[Simone sobs]

[sighs] Awww...

[sobs] I've ruined everything.

- My whole life is such a mess! - Oh, no, no, honey...

[Simone sobs uncontrollably]

Come on.

- [continues sobbing] - Aww...

Come on, listen...

Right now, I'm very sure it isn't over with Claire and you.

Hmm?

She cares about you.

And she'll get over it as time passes.

Wait a minute, what do you think you're doing?

Hey, relax! Calm down!

- You were giving signs. - Signs?

It might do you good, help you to unwind a little bit.

I need sleep.

Good. OK.

If you need anything, you know where to find me.

[starts to whimper again]

- Benloulou! - [gasps]

It's the end of the day. Time to wake up.

[sighs]

OK, call me if you need to talk.

Thank you.

Can we talk?

I'm sorry for being an ass.

But you don't seem gay.

Oh no? I don't wear any make-up.

I always wear pants, I watch Ellen on TV

and I have a signed poster from KD Lang at home.

Well I'm really sorry.

But, I mean... Have you ever slept with a man before?

No. I was a virgin.

It's just that it never entered my mind that you might not like guys.

- So where are you going? - The Ritz. I booked a room.

So you got kicked out. I get it.

That's what usually happens to the guy.

I'm not saying you're a guy at all, Simone.

Why not stay at my place?

The Ritz is overrated and I live in a luxury palace.

I'm not really sure that's such a good idea.

I have no ulterior motives, OK?

I promise I won't touch you.

No. I won't touch you.

OK.

Let's call it a little test

to see if we can be friends and open a restaurant.

It's something I can't stop thinking about it.

There's an old garage that's for sale. I just saw it.

- Where? - Near the station.

After you.

Welcome to my palace.

OK. This is the living room.

And right there is your sofa bed.

It's so quiet. In the morning, you can hear the birds singing.

[children playing]

[distant sirens, street sounds]

See those buildings?

That's the projects we drove through.

I lived there when I first got here, with my aunt.

Then I bought this.

So you stayed local.

I love it here.

I have all my cousins nearby, all my friends...

The nerve center of my apartment...

- Of course! - The kitchen.

Wow!

It's really nice.

Oh, it's a little too small, but I can cook up a storm.

And look. In the morning...

I love having my coffee here.

The sun shines right on this table.

I sit down, close my eyes,

and it feels like Marseille.

Except for the ocean.

Some days I feel so good, I can actually hear it.

- You're from Marseille? - Oh yeah, didn't I tell you?

I thought I told you I came here to study?

No.

[doorbell]

- [Wali] Hey, Moussa! - What's up?

Simone, my savior!

- Are you good? - I'm OK.

- This is Babakar, my cousin and neighbor. - How are you?

[Simone] Nice to meet you.

And Ousmane, he's from Dakar. Only for a few months.

- Pleased to meet you, miss. - You too.

[Wali] I'm putting her up. She's homeless.

- Yeah, I bet you're putting her up! - You better watch it! I'm serious.

- Keep her company. I'll go and cook. - Yeah, we'll take care of her.

[all chuckling]

I'm in the process of setting up a business,

but the bank won't help.

What are you talking about, man?

The bank won't help,

you don't have anything for the bank to help with!

It's always like this. The bank won't help.

You don't even know what you're talking about.

[doorbell]

- Should we answer it? - [Moussa] Wali? The door!

- You smoke? - Uh, is it strong?

No, it's mellow. Homegrown.

Hey, big brothers!

[Ousmane] Look who's here!

Hey! Waiting for us?

- [Ousmane] Lamine, what's up? - You OK?

- Everybody good? - Yeah, have a hit.

- From back home? - Thank you.

- Just got back in town? - Yeah, earlier today.

So who's the new girl, huh?

- What's your name? - Simone.

Simone. Hey, how did you and Wali hook up?

[laughs nervously] We didn't hook up. We're just friends.

Your man is pretty awesome.

Because I know that to please him... Phew! You gotta have nice jugs.

[all laugh]

Hey, we should all go out tonight. What do you say?

Sure! I heard the Titan's a cool place.

No, not the Titan. It's always full of Senegalese girls.

French girls have no respect. Not like in Dakar. Right, Ousmane?

They don't treat men right. But I'm sure Simone knows how to treat a man right.

Uh...

[laughter]

I'll see if Wali needs some help.

You see? No wonder you scare women away!

Come on, Simone, come back! Come and sit with us. You embarrassed her!

- Need a hand? - No. Thank you though.

- Am I in the way? - No, not at all, can you take this out?

Sure.

It's lovely.

[general chatter from lounge]

[all chant] Oh! Bring it on! Bring it on!

Bring it on!

- Yeah! - What the hell's this?

- [Simone] Antipasti. It's Italian. - Looks pretty sketchy.

Try it before you complain, huh? With a little bit of hot sauce.

Hey, listen to this.

The Jewish schools and synagogues are under police protection again.

- They get everything. - Because they're loaded.

They have all the money.

Every time you look, they're on TV. Drucker, Arthur, and Hanouna...

Don't you think, Simone?

- Uh... - They help each other. It's OK.

- It's not. They're everywhere! - [Moussa] That's just the way it is.

Hey, losers!

Bunch of slackers, getting high once again!

- What are you doing here? - [Lamine] Oh man.

I'll knock you out!

You need to cut this crap out! Go home now! Go!

[he groans, others chuckle]

[Babakar] You better listen to her!

- Ah, Wali, sweetheart, there you are. - [Wali] How are you, Auntie?

Alright.

- And you? - Mmm-hmm.

- Good. - Oh, this is Simone.

[unfriendly] It's a pleasure, Simone. Simone what?

Benloulou.

Simone Benloulou.

[disapproving] Mmm.

[low voice] I need a word with you.

Wali, you're a good-looking young man, but it's time you settled down.

Auntie, stop it.

Wait until you meet the Sankaré girl. See how beautiful she is!

I made no promises. It was all my uncle's doing.

It wasn't my idea.

Wali, these arranged marriages are what makes the world go round.

OK?

See ya later, druggies!

Bunch of slackers!

[Wali sighs]

- You're getting married? - Are you crazy?

An arranged marriage? No way in hell I would do that.

Do you need any help?

Fries with osso buco?

That's the way it is.

[Simone chuckles]

If I don't make fries, they'll just go to McDonald's.

Meanwhile, you're peeling potatoes for everyone.

Family is family.

Hmm.

- You should cut the cord. - Why?

I like cooking for my cousins, I like being with them.

Families are a burden. You need to start a restaurant soon.

Or in ten years, you'll still be peeling potatoes.

[Wali] Listen to them laughing.

You think that's a burden?

Besides, they're our future regulars.

And with them come their friends.

And their friend's friends, the cousins of--

[cell rings]

Excuse me.

- Hello? - It's me, Simone. I'm right outside.

- What? - I brought you the mezuzah.

- I have my tools too. - It's not a good time. I'm not home.

- Well when will you be home? - David, it's not a good time. Go home.

But I brought my tools. I might not be available after today.

- Is your roommate in? - David, you're such a pain!

To hell with the mezuzah!

I'll put it up when I get around to it if I feel like it!

- You can't, you need to say a prayer. - Screw your prayer, I'm not religious!

I only celebrate Sabbath to please Dad so give me a fucking break!

Asshole.

[Lamine] You're Jewish?

What?

I asked if you were Jewish.

Yeah... Uh, I was born Jewish. I'm not practicing.

I don't eat kosher. I eat pork.

- I love pork. - That's worse.

- You're ashamed. - No, I'm not ashamed at all.

Not at all. I go to my parents' house for the Sabbath.

I celebrate all the holidays because it's who I am.

Leave her alone, man.

- Shut up, you hick fuck. - What was that?

What? Let's go then!

Hey, cool it!

[cell phone rings]

Hello?

Your roommate is in, so maybe now's a good time to put up the mezuzah.

No, please, David, stay there. I'm coming now, wait for me.

All right. See you soon.

[Wali and Lamine still arguing]

Both of you, seriously!

- [Lamine] Go! - [Moussa] Wali!

Hey!

- You didn't say you were Jewish. - You didn't ask and it never came up.

- I asked if you ate pork. - That's not the same.

- You think I'm anti-Semitic? - For fuck's sake...

- Do you think I'm an anti-Semite? - Your cousins certainly are.

- You could have told me you were Jewish. - Well, now you know!

[doorbell]

[David chatting]

[David] Ah!

Were you with Éric Taieb? Did she tell you?

I fixed her up with my fiancée's cousin Éric through my dating site.

- They really hit it off! - David, where's the mezuzah?

I gave it to you.

Your girlfriend's black?

Pardon? Uh... No...

Are you single? You should try using my website.

- No, I-- - David, stop. She's not Jewish.

Ah, I see... I get it.

- Shame, a pretty girl like you... - Mmm.

But I do have connections. Converting usually takes eight years.

- I can fix it so it only takes two. - [Simone] Here.

Thank you.

You have a nice place here.

Yeah, very nice. Only one bedroom?

Um. Yeah.

That way, when we get lonely, we can cuddle together.

I guess that's very important.

We wanted a big living room, so we take turns using the bed.

First it's Simone, then me, then Simone, then me...

[David chuckles] Ah.

I see.

- Simone never tells us anything. - David, please...

I'm really dying of thirst. May I?

[David gulps]

[swallows loudly]

That's really delicious!

Wow! Is it vegetable juice? You can taste the forest.

- Uh, the earth... The moss... - [Simone] David?

I mean I really love the cuisine of the Japanese.

OK.

[recites prayer in Hebrew]

[kisses hand]

Now you have to kiss the mezuzah.

No, with your hand.

Oh...

Simone?

There! That wasn't so hard, was it?

- Claire, it was a pleasure meeting you. - You too.

OK, good bye.

Hey, we'd be happy to have you at the wedding.

And bring a date!

- Thank you David. - OK, thank you.

- See you soon. - Bye bye.

[sighs]

Wali, now Patrick... How many more?

- Éric. - Whatever.

- I don't even know him. - David seems to think you do.

No! It's Keren's cousin. David fixed up a date using his website--

I don't want to know! OK?

You're like a little girl cowering in front of your brother,

it's ridiculous!

I made two people happy.

I see.

Simone...

You're not gonna keep this.

- Why are you doing that? - [laughing] This thing won't budge!

[both laughing]

- Let me help you. - I can't...

[laughing] Oh my God!

It's really stuck!

How did he do this?

He's so religious!

[both laughing]

[both still laughing]

[both stop laughing]

It's amazing.

Your brother didn't notice anything.

He doesn't get it.

You see what you want to see.

Yeah.

Can I stay?

Simone...

I didn't want to cause trouble between you and your bother, but...

I'm just not ready for this yet.

Mmm.

[sighs] OK.

[rings doorbell]

- Hi. - Hello.

- You OK? - Good.

[classical music playing]

Let me take your bag.

Thanks, this is nice of you.

Couldn't you stay with your boyfriend?

- Who told you? - Who do think?

You're the one fighting with Claire, not me.

OK, listen. First, he isn't my boyfriend.

Plus he lives in Aubervilliers with a bunch of guys.

50 illegal immigrants all living in two rooms, right?

What a cliché.

All clichés contain a bit of truth.

[sighs]

Not everyone has a huge apartment located in downtown Paris!

How could you be so naïve about this?

Remember Amedy Coulibaly? The Gang of Barbarians?

The killing of all those Jews!

There is a link between French Africans and anti-Semitic behavior.

I don't believe it. You're seeing anti-Semites everywhere, like Mom and Dad.

- What you did to Claire was shitty. - Now you're pissing me off!

Who says Claire and I are through?

That guy means nothing to me, OK?

- Didn't you ever make a mistake? - Are you two finished fighting?

- Hey, Simone. - Hi.

- What about our baby? - What about it?

Ah. I get it now. That's what's bothering you.

Things go South and you blame her.

- It's kind of creepy if you ask me. - What do you mean? Why is it creepy?

Claire gets my sperm, Simone gets it from you.

- Everyone does it. - Well, Claire has changed her mind.

- So what, she wants African kids now? - Come on, Nat, stop it!

- I was kidding! Can't I joke? - It's rude!

So what now? Without Claire. I want to be a dad.

- I don't know. We'll adopt. - No way, I want my son to be born Jewish.

[scoffs]

You're worse than the orthodox!

Your son will be my son too. You know that's how it works.

- And she might be named Samantha. - That's a fucking stupid name.

I told you, if it's a girl, I want her to be Samantha.

Samuel for a boy, Samantha for a girl. Either way, the name is Sam.

I remember telling you all of this in Dublin!

- Wanna make a scene? - No I don't!

- It's such a lousy name. - Samantha's a beautiful name!

I don't want my daughter named Samantha!

- Samantha or Samuel-- - Stop all the drama!

- We never decided anything! - Oh shut up!

[Simone chuckles]

[birdsong]

[unusual birdsong]

[birdsong gets louder]

[cooing]

[birdsong continues]

[loud cooing]

[both men cooing, tweeting]

Do you always argue like that with Nat?

You know, the occasional outburst adds a bit of spice.

It helps to make the reconciliation a little better,

if you get my drift.

Does it bother you that my dad won't accept you?

Sure it does. It's a problem.

Every single family celebration, I have to stay home alone.

It's awful.

But we can't all be straight to please your parents.

That's true.

- You ready? - Yeah, I'm ready.

- Thank you. - [Nat] You're welcome.

[door opens and closes]

Hello, I'm here to see Simone Benloulou for an appointment.

[woman] Please wait over there, she won't be long.

Excuse me?

I'm also here to see Miss Benloulou to open an account.

Have a seat. I'll tell her you're here.

- For Simone Benloulou? - Yes--

[all ask to see Simone]

Benloulou, what is all this?

I guess they all want to open accounts.

If they're all on the black list, then we don't want their business.

Miss Benloulou? Here.

- Yousef Mounda! - This way.

Man, come on!

Yousef Mounda?

Hello.

Hey.

- Bad time? - No, come in.

It's not a big deal,

it's just that Moussa needs to stop sending me customers.

I'm about to be fired.

[chuckles]

That's good news. Once you're fired, we can open up our restaurant.

Super trendy cuisine.

- Afro-Judeo-French. - [laughs]

[Wali] We'll clean up.

"Jerusalem of Africa." No, no... "Zion of Paris."

Oh, I know. Listen...

"Tastes and Colors!"

Woah.

So awesome.

[laughs]

Got time for a drink?

Umm...

No. No...

- Not really. - Just a drink.

- A quick one. - A quick one.

I could go for a kind of tapas thing. People could share.

Like a neo-bistro, or...

No no, Simone, just wait a second.

I want Michelin stars. Chef's whites and a sommelier.

Yeah, but to get there, you have to rise up through the ranks of the army.

- Apprentice, cook, sous-chef and so on. - Not any more.

Nowadays, excellent cooks get Michelin stars.

Anyway I already paid my dues. All that time working in catering schools.

It's good that you're ambitious.

Just one thing. You're gonna have to serve pork. They all do it.

Will you do the tasting?

Yeah, I sure will, but you should too. A master chef has to taste his own food.

Otherwise, he's not a master.

I've got an idea.

[Wali sighs]

[chuckles] I don't know.

Oh yes, you know you have to.

It's temptation in its purest state.

Your first time?

Mm-hmm.

[giggles]

Come on. Don't be afraid.

- [chuckles] - Think of our bistro.

Aren't you tempted...

by new experiences?

A slice of forbidden pleasure?

[chuckles]

[Wali swallows]

I'm sure that God won't strike you dead.

[both laugh]

- If my mother saw me now-- - Don't worry, she won't.

[Wali sighs]

A new world is opening for you.

[Simone laughs]

[chuckles] It's good.

- [laughs] - Fuck!

Wow.

You're my new world.

Hey, hey! Hey, Wali stop it!

[laughs] Put me down! We're just friends!

Is that what we are?

Wali, I can't just give in to all my desires! Listen to me.

- You can't? - No, my head is too fucked up right now.

- Who are they? - My brother and his boyfriend.

- Are your parents gay too? - Yeah, both gay.

[chuckles]

Actually, they're super right-wing.

Ah. Good!

[sighs]

You want to sleep here?

- With honorable intentions? - As friends.

Remember, we have to pass a test.

[birdsong]

[door slams]

[Noelle] Nat? Kevin?

Hello?

Is anyone here?

Are you home?

- What are you doing here? - What about you?

Well... Claire had some cousins show up and there was no room so I came here.

- So where are Nat and Kevin? - In Russia.

[grunts]

[Simone] Emergency crew stand-by.

- So what are you doing here? - They missed our Yiddish singing class.

Class? In Yiddish?

Since when? Why am I not invited?

- We never speak, I never even see you. - You mean you never talk!

What's going on?

You see Nat and Kevin behind Dad's back?

It's just for singing. Your brother tells me things and we talk.

How come you invited Nat and not me?

Oh, so join us then!

I have no desire to sing Yiddish.

[scoffs] There you have it!

OK, but you might have asked me, so I could say no!

I know, I'm just a terrible mother. Just shit, shit, shit--

[banging]

Who's that?

What?

- Someone's here. - No. Do you see anyone else?

- It's the neighbors. - Is it Éric Taieb?

- Let me meet him! - Mom!

- Let me meet him! - Mom! Don't be so nosey.

It's my private life.

- Private life, at your brother's! - Mom, listen to me. He's naked.

Naked?

- I'll leave you two alone then! - Mom!

[Noelle chuckles]

I'm so happy for you!

- You'll tell me about him? - Yes.

- You'll tell me right? - Yes, Mom!

Good bye!

[door opens and closes]

[doorbell]

- Hello, my dear. Come in. - Hi, Dad.

This is our daughter Simone.

Meet Keren's parents.

- [Simone] Hello. - Hello.

We're so happy to finally meet you.

Éric has told us so much about you. I guess you two have really hit it off?

Huh?

- We're all so happy. - Oh yes.

Don't repeat this, but my nephew kept dating the shiksas.

Oh, yeah.

Did I hear that you work in finance?

Yes, I...

She's very highly regarded at the bank.

A promotion is coming!

Pretty soon, she'll be the youngest woman bank manager in France.

- Please, Dad... - But it's true! Wait and see!

So proud.

[cell rings]

Excuse me. Hello?

Wali?

Wali, is that you?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's great news!

OK.

[door opens]

Shh, shh...

I'll call you back.

[David whispers] Quiet, don't spoil it.

- Hello, it's us! - [Keren] Hello!

[laughs] Mom, Dad, we have a surprise for you.

- Éric Taieb! - Nice to meet you!

Éric! Oh, I'm so happy to meet you!

We've heard so much about you.

- So where is Simone? - [Noelle] She's taking a phone call.

Pleasure to meet you.

Why don't you go find her and surprise her!

- Really? - Really, I think she'll be delighted.

- Yes, go on. - OK, I'll go and get her.

Right down the hall.

He's perfect.

Good evening.

[Simone] Good evening.

[laughs nervously]

Pardon me, um... I'm Éric, Keren's cousin.

Geraldine, a... a cousin.

OK.

I'm looking for Simone. Have you seen her?

Simone? No.

So, how's it going? Nice surprise, huh?

[David laughs]

Let's go. Come on, they're waiting.

[Norbert] Everyone's here. Now let's sit down and eat.

[clears throat]

Excuse me... Aren't we waiting for Simone?

[chuckles] What? Simone's here.

Uh... No. I'm sorry, but aren't you cousin Geraldine?

No. My daughter, Simone Benloulou.

Are you joking? Because... it's Simone.

But you're not the one... the Simone I met.

I'm so sorry.

What are you sorry about?

- So who was the girl I dated? - Please let me explain.

What is going on here?

[Simone] So...

On the night that we were supposed to go out together.

I was unbelievably busy,

so I asked my colleague, Geraldine Da Costa, to go in my place.

We had no idea that you two would get along so well.

- I think I'm going to pass out. - Wait a minute? Is your friend Jewish?

- No, Da Costa is Portuguese. - You'll destroy my dating site!

So she was lying to me. The entire time.

- And you've been lying too. - Unbelievable. But why do this?

I did...

I did it so you would stop trying to force me into an arranged marriage, OK?

I couldn't meet Éric because I was too busy with Claire.

- That's why I've been lying! - Who is this Claire?

- Just her roommate. - No, she's not just my roommate!

She's...

my girlfriend.

- [both] Oh? - [Noelle] But...

- What? - [Simone] She's my girlfriend.

My lover, my companion.

She... She's been with me for three years,

and I wasn't free that night because I asked her to marry me.

[nervous] Oh! To marry you? Is that even possible?

- It's been possible for years. Kevin and-- - [Noelle] We've heard enough.

You live with this woman?

Uh... At the moment it's something complicated,

I'm not sure, we might separate.

[groans]

[Noelle] No, Norbert, don't faint now! They might split up!

[ambulance sirens]

All right. Mr. Benloulou...

What is it this time?

The kids? Taxes?

Simone. I want to see my daughter.

Your father's asking for you.

Dad.

There isn't anything to worry about. Just another one of his fainting attacks.

This pervert!

She manipulates you, corrupted you morally!

Sorry about this Dad, I didn't want to hurt you.

[breathless] The meaning of life... is to have children.

You have descendants, and you... can find happiness.

Without children, you're alive...

but it's like being dead.

[emotional] But I do want children.

But how can you have them without a man?

There are so many ways. Adoption, or with the help of a donor.

A donor? To donate what?

You know.

The sperm.

[gasps]

[beeping]

Are you trying to kill me?

Dad!

Help! My father is dying! Help him!

[sad piano music plays]

Claire, it's me.

I want to see you.

I... I told my parents everything.

And my dad is in the hospital, but...

I don't know. It's strange. I never felt so good.

[chuckles]

Anyway...

Call me.

I miss you.

[general chatter]

There you go.

- That's all? - Yeah, that's all.

You'll receive a confirmation letter in just a few days.

That's...

That's great! Thank you so much, I appreciate it.

- You're welcome. Good luck. - Bye.

Benloulou! What's your problem?

That's enough. Get rid of them!

Maybe Africans are your thing, but not mine!

What do you mean, my "thing"?

Maybe you're frustrated as well as racist?

Ever heard of microcredit? No?

Muhammad Yunus, Nobel Peace Prize winner?

He's Bangladeshi. Probably not your thing either.

Micro loans are the future, they're everywhere.

- Look into it, you'll see. - Yeah? I'll think about it.

Unbelievable.

I've thought about it.

You know I can't fire you,

but I can relocate you to someplace grim and inaccessible,

or you can resign.

Well, since it's my choice... I resign.

[cheering]

[murmurs of encouragement]

Eat! You're gonna waste away!

I should have told him right at the beginning.

- It's too late to tell him now. - No, it's not.

But of course it is, I'm totally screwed!

No you're not.

If he'd known you weren't Jewish, you would have never met.

Now that he's gotten to know you, he won't want to lose you.

- Really? - Yeah.

[Wali] All good?

Do you like it?

Yeah. Yeah...

- I quit today. - [Wali] No!

That's fantastic! I mean, shit.

- I'm really sorry. Because of my cousins? - No, no... It's thanks to them.

Are you serious? Now we can open our restaurant!

What about me? Huh? Think about me!

- Working all alone with that crazy lady. - [Simone] Oh, no...

I'm being dumped by everyone! It's all I'm good for!

[sobs]

Sweetie, stop. Stop. You'll be fine.

We're here, always here for you. Huh?

Yeah, always here.

Um...

They sent me pictures of the garage. We should look at it.

Oh yeah?

OK, it's a great deal. So let's go check it out before it's gone.

Tomorrow at 9 a.m.

I'll cook, you do the finance. We'll be a great team.

- Hmm? - Mmm.

I finally came out.

Ah. Oh, OK then.

Did it go alright?

Well, my father's in the hospital...

But yeah.

- Shit. - [Simone chuckles]

Nothing changes. I mean between us.

For the restaurant.

We're still friends.

Mmm-hmm.

So now then umm... you're officially a lesbian...

That's right. Officially.

- [chuckles] - [chuckles] Good.

So when...

So when I hold your hand...

Officially, it does nothing for you.

No.

If I hold the other one...

Officially, it leaves you cold.

That's right.

- If we kiss... - Wali...

Officially...

Hmm?

Why are you still here?

To hell with that bank.

[sighs] But you haven't eaten. Come on, have something to eat.

Look.

I got your message.

I went to the bank but you weren't there.

I wanted to see you.

I'm so...

[exhales]

...so touched.

[both laugh]

You couldn't offer greater proof of your love.

I'm just so... I'm so happy!

Let's have this baby.

Come home, Simone.

- Are you happy, for real? - For real!

[Claire sighs]

Fuck this! What does she take me for?

- Hey, thanks for waiting. Sorry I'm late. - It's OK.

After you.

This is the garage. Plenty of space all over.

The ceiling is three meters high here and six in the back.

The floor plan is 25 by 6 meters,

which is a total of 150 square meters of space.

Yeah, it's...

It's perfect. Yeah.

Hmm. So you're opening a restaurant?

- Is that it? - Uh, yeah, my partner is.

He's meant to be here, so let me call him.

Excuse me for a minute.

Take your time.

[dialing number]

This is Wali. Leave me a message.

Uh... Yeah, Wali, it's Simone.

I'm not sure where you are but I'm here looking at the garage.

Uh... Let me know. Call me.

OK.

Excuse me.

[sobs] I've left him... I've left so many messages,

but he hasn't called, not even a text message.

- I'm not Jewish so I mean nothing to him. - No...

It's true! If he loved me don't you think he would have at least called?

He's probably met at least a dozen other women

on your brother's stupid website.

- [chuckles] I doubt that. - He's dumping me! I'm sure!

I'm sorry, I'm such a drag.

I didn't even ask how things are going with you.

Well, I guess things are pretty confusing.

You looked so beautiful with Claire.

[man shouts outside] Simone!

Éric?

[shouting continues]

Éric!

[gasps] Éric!

[Éric] I don't care if your name isn't Simone.

- I love you! - I love you too!

Come on up!

Uh...

I love you...

Geraldine. My name's Geraldine.

I love you too! I love you!

I was scared you didn't love me anymore.

I don't care if you're not Jewish, I want to be with you.

I want to marry you.

I was just leaving.

[doorbell]

- Hello. - Yes, Miss Benloulou? Hello.

- Is Wali here? - No, he left town.

Left town?

He left this morning to meet with his mother in Marseille.

He went there to meet his fiancée.

I don't get it, we're working together. We're buying a restaurant.

What restaurant? Hmm?

Come in.

Listen to me. Here's some sisterly advice.

The thing about Wali, he goes for white girls.

He's had plenty and it never works out.

- No but it's not-- - You're just...

Just too different.

You think love finds a way to triumph over all.

But no. Mixed couples never work.

- We're just business partners, we're-- - I've seen others like you.

It's better if we stay with our own.

The reason Wali left is because he knew it wouldn't work out.

- I think you misunderst-- - And he was right!

You have no idea! No idea of what would happen!

Even if it did work out,

you have no idea of the difficulties you'd face!

You know there's no way Wali's family will ever accept you.

His mother will keep introducing him to girls.

Every one of those women will be in competition with you.

So take my advice. Listen to me. Forget about him.

It's like a nightmare.

Set yourself free, my dear. Hmm?

Wali doesn't deserve a pretty girl like you.

There are other men out there.

I'm serious about this. Forget him.

Goodbye.

[hopeful music plays]

[train announcement] The next stop is Marseille.

- Hi. The Marine Blue? - Sure, get in.

- Hi. - Hello miss.

- I'm looking for a Sarratou Diara. - Sarratou Diara?

I don't know her. Any of you? Hey guys! Ever heard of Sarratou Diara?

Diara? There's a lot of Diaras.

Yeah, there's lots of Diaras around.

She's marrying her son off to a local girl.

Better than to a local guy!

- [laughter] - You're not helping!

Hey there's something going on over in Building C. It could be a wedding.

Oh, Building C. Thanks.

Good luck miss!

[exhales deeply]

[rings doorbell]

Hello, is Wali here please?

Wali!

Wali...

It's for you.

- What is this? - We need to talk.

- Right now. - You need to get out of here.

- It's a bad time. - Why did you run off?

You didn't even see the garage!

- [Sarratou] What's going on? - [man] Who is this?

- Don't worry. We'll take care of it. - I got this. I got it.

- Simone, you have to go now. - Why did you leave?

You went running back to your girlfriend. I was just a fuck buddy, right?

Would I even be here if that's all you are to me?

- Are you trying to dishonor my family? - Don't worry, I'm taking care of it.

- You can't get married. - Well you are, so what about me?

I'm not sure. I don't even know what I am!

You don't know what you are? What I see is a fucking dyke!

Oh, that's right! Yes, I'm a fucking dyke! And a fucking Jew, too!

[shouts] You're a fucking black Muslim! What of it?

You'd get married to a stranger just to please your mother?

Miss, please stop this. Wali, get her out of here.

Yeah, yeah.

Forget it.

- It's too late. Go! - Don't do it. Wali...

- Go now. - Don't do this!

[door slams]

[sad music plays]

[Claire] Simone, it's Claire. Why aren't you taking my calls?

I thought you wanted us to be together again.

Please call me, I'm worried about you. I love you.

Simone, it's me again. I've left at least ten messages.

Please don't do this to me.

If you don't want to see me, just tell me.

[all sing in Hebrew]

[rabbi sings in Hebrew]

[all] Amen.

[cheering, applause]

[traditional celebration music]

[clapping, whooping]

I love you.

[MC] Ladies and gentlemen, can we have quiet please.

Noelle, the mother of the groom, will now sing a song for her son.

[whistling]

[keyboard plays]

[sings in Yiddish]

[guests join in]

[cheering]

[traditional music plays]

[Wali desperate]

I will find her! Get your hands off me.

- [bouncer] Let's throw him out. - Stop this! Leave him alone.

I know him!

[music stops]

OK, can you leave me alone now?

[guests chatter, no music]

[guests gasp]

Oh... No, no...

Who are these two?

Well, this is...

It's...

It's Claire.

She's my wife.

And Wali.

He's my lover.

[guests gasp]

[gasps]

- [David] Dad! - [Noelle] Is there a doctor in the house?

- [guest 1] I'm a doctor! - [guest 2] I am!

- [guest 3] Me! - [guest 4] I'm a doctor!

Knock it off, Dad.

I prefer you as a lesbian.

[MC shouts] Music!