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VIVA ALGERIA

- When can I come back? - It's written on the paper.

I'm done, Mr. Mouffok. Can I leave?

No, it's not time!

It's the weekend!

I said no.

So you arrive late to leave early?

You scared me.

Can I go?

You can go.

Mr. Mouffok, today's the 30th.

So what?

Well...

Thanks, Mr. Mouffok.

- Have a nice weekend, Goucem. - You too, Mr. Mouffok.

- Good evening, Goucem. - Evening.

Careful where you walk.

Goucem!

You want to take a shower?

I won't be in Algiers all week.

Aniss...

You won't be around this weekend either, I suppose?

I have to be at the Oran hospital

to take care of those in need... the amputees, the maimed...

That's enough!

You've ruined my weekend. Don't demoralize me.

We'll have dinner at The Madrague next weekend. Promise?

Are the terrorist attacks my fault?

When was the last time we had a weekend together?

We'll have dinner at The Madrague next weekend...

I promise.

Come on. I'm sorry.

I hope you won't get too bored.

What's that smile for?

What's going on in your mind?

I'm taking a shower.

Am I being punished?

You are.

Goucem...

I have to go.

- Too bad. - Here. Take a taxi.

No, thanks. I've been paid.

I'll miss you.

Take care of yourself.

Your receipt. 100 dinar.

Enjoy. Next, please.

- Can I have a Neapolitan? - One Neapolitan!

- 200 dinar? - Yes.

- Sure you don't want to eat? - Yes.

- Have some juice. It's got vitamins. - No.

- A lemonade? - A lemon juice.

Don't be sad. Tell yourself it could be worse.

You heard about the girls who had their throats slit?

- Had they been raped? - Goucem!

Can I make a call?

I can't take your call. Leave a message

and I'll call you back.

Aniss, it's Goucem.

I'm still at Pizza Rapido.

Someone stole my money.

Well...

I'll call you back.

You have reached Dr. Sassi. I can't take your call.

Leave a message...

What's your problem? Why are you following me?

It's not my fault if we both live here.

Did you get the Neapolitan?

No, the Four Seasons, like you.

You haven't eaten much.

Are you going out tonight?

Yes.

What about your father's flowers?

I'll do it first thing tomorrow.

Do you really treat me like your wife?

When you screw me, you do.

If I'm such a monster...

why do you still love me?

Do you love her?

Love pisses me off.

He's all alone.

You got a cigarette for me?

Too bad.

- He's not bad looking. - Do you want to come in?

- He's not interested. - Too bad for him.

Hi, Yacine.

Whiskey, please. No ice.

Let's go somewhere else.

- Who's she? - She's dating my dad.

- That's his girlfriend? - Come on, let's go somewhere else.

I need a man. You're not bad looking.

What is this?

My gun.

What caliber?

21.

I'm going.

The park's full of daddy's boys like him.

The botanical gardens?

The "butt-anal" gardens.

I want to see you again.

If I say no, will you kill me?

- You don't kill loved ones. - Then it's no.

"It's not my fault if we both live here."

My sweet baby...

Can I drive you home?

Go to sleep.

What are you doing?

I'm all clean now, Mom.

You can go to sleep.

- Your bouquet is ready. - Thank you, Abdel-Selem.

- Put it on my account. - No problem. Bye.

- See you next Friday. - Till then.

- Ready? - I've got to put my lashes on.

Forget the lashes.

Did you see him?

- Who? - The man.

What man?

The one with the beard. He went right past you.

Don't you believe me?

Goucem!

Don't you believe me?

I can see a man.

I was right.

He's buying flowers.

To propose to me.

Goucem.

- I'm getting a taxi. - Wait for me.

Yes, Mom.

- Hi, Fifi. - Hi.

Hello, Mrs. Sandjak.

You didn't come yesterday.

- You weren't alone. - Sorry, darling.

I worked all night. Are you all right?

My pay got stolen.

Really? I'll lend you money.

Goucem! Are you coming?

I have to go.

Drop by tonight.

- You're always busy. - Come by anyway.

- Hello, Hadjira. - Hello.

Are you going to the cemetery?

- Hi, Papicha. - Hi, darling.

How did your pay get stolen?

- At Pizza Rapido. - Say it's my fault!

I don't want you to borrow from her! Understood?

All right, but you'll have to pay this month's rent.

We're gonna have to turn tricks too!

Aniss?

Are you crazy? What's wrong with you?

I thought it was Sassi.

- You made quite a scene! - You wouldn't have minded a ride.

- Are you sure it was him? - I thought I saw his Hyundai.

They all look the same. Did you get the number?

No.

You should have.

That's it, I can't come here anymore.

You always say that.

Hold that instead of mocking me.

I'm just teasing you.

Goucem...

a man's giving me weird looks. I think he's recognized me.

Don't look, Goucem!

Sir?

- Do you recognize this woman? - No.

Thank you.

He didn't recognize the infamous Papicha!

- So? - So we're visiting Dad's grave.

Here lies the late Routi Sandjak who died in 1995 at the age of 51

May the Almighty take him to His eternal paradise

Are you sure it was him in the car?

I'm worried. You're 27.

You've been with him for three years. He's still with his wife.

I'll just be quiet.

We need to plant a new jasmine bush.

It's late.

Well?

He wasn't in Algiers this week anyway.

- He obviously lied. - It's not that.

- Then what is it? - Nothing.

He lies to his wife when he's with you after all.

Taxi! You're taking it.

Why are you being so mean?

Is it because of Sassi? What does he do to you?

- He pays the rent. - I'm walking!

- Get in. - Let me walk!

Get in.

Yes, a Chinese lady selling birds.

When I asked the price of a bird,

she said, "2,000 dinar."

Hi. Are you going to Sidi Abdel-Rahman?

No.

- "Sidi Abdel-Rahman." - They'll soon all be naked.

Listen to this. "It was in memory of the famous Algiers Copacabana,

which closed down in 1993,

that a group of Algiers singers exiled in Paris opened a cabaret..."

- Sir? The newspaper... - They could have opened a mosque.

It didn't even cross their minds.

Who's behind it? Who's paying?

Stop! I'm getting out.

Ma'am, you didn't pay.

The gentleman's newspaper.

Djamila!

Djamila!

- Yes, madam. - What are you doing?

- I was helping Mr. Sassi. - Don't do anything more for him!

Yes, madam.

Go make me some coffee.

Dad only consults at the hospital.

- I'm not sick. - You have to go.

- Is he home? - What's going on?

Aniss!

Don't come back. Do it at the hospital.

Does Daddy know his son prefers men?

You don't listen when I call.

- I didn't hear you. - You didn't hear me?

- Did you tell him you're remarrying? - To Yacine?

- You think I'm dumb, huh? - What's going on?

- Your mistress is hanging around. - Excuse me,

- do I wrap the rug in plastic? - It's my rug!

- I'm coming. - Wrap his whore up instead!

Come and look. Come and look.

Since you think I'm dumb, now maybe you'll see.

- Give me a drink. - No.

- Please, one more. - I can't.

Why not?

Take care of your tab first.

I'll pay tomorrow. I swear.

No.

No?

- Take my bracelet. - That's okay.

Serve her. It's on the house.

Thank you, sir. You're nice.

Make it a double.

Do you know how my husband died?

Anything's possible these days.

No ice.

Well, it's worse than that, sir.

Much worse.

He died of disgust.

Play Cheba Djanet for me again.

Please.

Don't envy me

Leave me in peace

Don't excite the flames

I love him

I'm afraid of losing him...

I'm jealous

That's normal, I love him...

I'm dying for him, I'll never leave him...

He's dead!

He's dead.

In America, a third of the population is obese.

But there's no place for them in Miami.

Here, people exercise.

Miami Beach is a celebration of the beauty of the human body,

as long as it's perfect, young, tanned and muscular.

There's no place for the ugly in this pitiless place...

Where have you been?

Were you waiting for me?

Are you drunk?

She was flat-chested. Now she feels more confident.

She kept saying, "I want to get my breasts done!"

And she finally did...

If I had some money,

I'd go to France to get my breasts done.

There's roast chicken.

Chicken!

I should read the paper.

I went to The Madrague.

I guessed so.

I must keep up to date with what's happening.

Of course I must.

Osama Bin Laden.

"Bin Laden can't be found."

He's too strong. They'll never capture him!

Who's that?

Tiziri!

- Goucem. - What do you want?

A man's asking for you.

Who?

A man.

Who can it be at this hour?

A client.

- Yes? - Fifi?

Sir, this way, please.

Good evening.

Make yourself comfortable.

- Drop by later. - Always busy!

Stop it!

Never do that to me again!

He's waiting for you.

Did you come to see where Daddy's whore lives?

I want to stay out of that.

Are you going to tell him?

I don't care. Fuck whoever you like.

Yacine...

I'm not that mean.

I don't even know what you did.

Was it good, at least?

Was it good or not?

Have you lived here long?

You know, Goucem...

he lies constantly. To everybody.

I'm going.

Good bye, Goucem.

- I want to get married. - I've never lied to you.

- You've always known I'm married. - But you don't love her.

- That's true. - So?

So? But... Goucem...

Hold on.

- Are you with your wife? - No.

Why have you waited until now to talk about marriage?

I'm 27. I can't live like this.

That's two and seven.

- Goucem... - Why can't you marry me?

You won't marry a girl like me?

I'll see you when I get back.

Much love.

- I don't know! - What do you mean?

You always know where he is.

He told you he was going to Oran.

- Where was he yesterday? - Goucem!

I'm a nurse, not a police officer.

What's wrong with her?

Now I'll take your baby's picture.

At last!

This can't go on.

- This can't go on! - Look, I'm here.

- It can't go on! - You'll make the baby cry.

I'm sorry. She's late every day!

- Every day! - There was another attack.

Help this young man.

- What did you come for? - For my passport.

ID pictures.

And on top of it all, she's rude to our customers!

Both, dressed and naked.

Fine. Follow me.

Is it true?

- What? - The attack.

They're not ready.

You probably didn't understand what he explained.

- You opted for two poses... - You didn't explain.

Pick the one you like.

One dressed and one naked.

- Well? - I don't know.

Pick the one you like.

Is it for a passport?

- To cross the sea. - The one with the smile.

Fine, the one with the smile.

So...

When can I come back?

When you're clearer about your sexuality.

Goucem, I need a receipt.

Papicha.

Yes?

Dad's giving you all he could find.

Thanks, darling.

Come here.

- Papicha? - Yes.

Mom says you want all the newspapers

because they say you used to be a prostitute.

Are you going to start with that too?

You can leave.

I want to help you find it.

I'm going to make some coffee.

Do you want some milk?

- A Coke. - There isn't any.

I was a dancer...

- Papicha. - What?

I want to be a dancer.

Like you.

What's going on?

They're turning it into a mosque.

A mosque! Do you hear that?

The Copacabana, a mosque! Who told you that?

People from the area.

- Who told them that? - I don't know.

And what's this? What are these tarps for?

Please buy something.

Spare a Lion bar.

You can have a cigarette. A Lion bar's too expensive.

A cigarette? A Lion bar's too expensive?

Tiziri...

action!

- Papicha. - Yes, darling.

Is it a sin to be a dancer?

Who told you that? Your mom or your dad?

My teacher.

Then let's sin away!

Where?

- I wanted to say... - Not again! You're sick!

- Don't think... - I'll call the cops!

Taxi!

To Audin.

Miss, please!

Let me take it! I can't stand any longer. Thanks.

God bless you.

See? God doesn't want us to be apart.

- Be careful, you'll catch cold. - What?

- What's your name? - Samir.

- Do you have a car, Samir? - No.

Were you going to make me walk?

Do you have a car?

Thanks for the ride.

See you soon?

I can't.

I'm getting married.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

You're too stiff.

Think of the sea, of the waves.

Start again.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

And now lean towards the men.

Roll your hips!

Roll!

- Don't turn on the lights, please. - Clean this up at once!

We're looking for articles about The Copacabana.

- It's becoming a mosque. - All the better!

Put my bra back where it belongs!

I've told you not to play in there. Come here.

No!

Can I use the phone?

The landlord wants his rent.

Can't it wait a bit?

You know he is inflexible.

- I wouldn't like to see you go. - I know.

Tiziri would be sad. She is so attached to your mother.

Connect the phone for her.

- Give her the letter. - I'm busy.

Leila, Ghayan, come and sit down. It's time to eat.

Sit down.

- Where's Tiziri? - I don't know.

What do you want?

It's for you.

"Dear Goucem,

I'm writing this letter

to confess my love..."

Miss Gougou, you should have paid your rent.

And why, Mr. Nounou?

Because two plus two make four,

and you should always pay your rent.

But I have no money.

"I've thought about what you said. You're right on one point.

I can't waste your time.

But admit we're happy like this.

Maybe if we got married, we wouldn't get along.

I know it's difficult to live in this country.

I suffer as much as you.

I'm asking you for a bit more time.

When I'm back, we'll have dinner at The Madrague.

P. S: Here's the rent money and a little extra cash.

Have a drink to my health.

Much love,

your Aniss."

- What are you doing here? - Playing.

- Put your sister to bed. - Yes, Dad.

Here's for the rent.

Drink the rest to my health.

Who is it?

Goucem.

I'm busy.

I can't talk, I'm with him.

Are you okay?

Wait! Stop it!

Wait! I'm talking with my sister.

I'm sorry, Gougou. I'll see you later.

Why didn't you go to Rapido? It's better there.

Can you get dressed?

I'm not naked.

Goucem, I've been thinking.

I've decided to re-open The Copacabana.

Just watch TV and eat your pizza.

Why? Do you think I can't do it?

Good. Now, if they want to kill you, they'll find you easily.

Terrorism is over!

So why do you freak out when you see a beard?

Terrorism is over! The President says so!

- We're returning to Sidi-Moussa. - No.

I'm selling Sidi-Moussa and I'm buying back The Copacabana.

I'm allowed to sell my flat.

Nobody wants to live in Sidi-Moussa.

Except for the Islamists. Deal with them.

When you've had a stressful day

You drink a nice cold beer

Very cold.

You can't change your life at your age.

I'm an artist.

A half-naked dancer! Is that an artist?

She's the one who raised you.

Now I'm the one who feeds you.

I'm going back to Sidi-Moussa!

I can't stay here another second! Where are my keys?

Yes, it's true.

You're right.

I danced half-naked.

But I've never been a whore.

I don't need anybody's money.

- Sidi-Moussa's my home! - Go get killed, then!

What's going on?

Goucem hates me, Nounou. Let me go. I want to go.

I've found the article... The Copacabana.

Thanks. I love you like a son.

Let's celebrate.

Stop it! Not my hair! Not my hair!

I don't like that.

Wait here, I'll get a towel.

I read the Copacabana article.

- Are you really going to France? - Never!

I won't stoop to asking the French for a visa!

What I want

is to open the real one... our Copacabana.

Then we can ask them all to come back.

I'm coming. I'll let you out.

Who is it?

It's me, Fifi.

Hey, Gougou!

What's wrong?

What's with the long face?

- Nothing. - What? I heard your mother shouting.

You're hiding something.

Sassi won't marry me.

The bastard!

You're hurting me.

I need some tenderness.

I'm not your mother.

The phone's ringing. Come to my room.

Come on.

Already missing me?

It's him. He's lost his gun.

You looked for it yourself.

Nothing.

Because I say so.

All right.

Who knows where he put his gun?

- He can't remember? - No.

Promising, hey?

I took a bath. It's annoying only getting water every three days.

- Do you want to take a bath? - No thanks.

Don't sulk. You'll get Sassi.

Let's have a cigarette outside.

Tell me all about it.

- Do you want a sweater? - I'm fine.

You know you can rely on your sister.

Is it really about Sassi?

I don't know anymore.

And of course, he said he wasn't in Algiers.

I saw his son yesterday.

Same thing. Here's what we'll do.

Show me the letter if you like...

Are you cold?

Who's calling?

I remember.

Of course!

Really?

The whole night!

The full works!

Okay.

You miss me?

Yes.

Tomorrow...

9:00 PM.

Don't forget to tell the attendant you're my cousin, okay?

See you tomorrow.

Green looks good on you.

This is a present from a Spaniard. Very, very kind.

A treat!

I'll lend you the shawl.

Fifi...

have you ever thought of getting married?

All the men who come to me are my husbands.

That's a bit much, isn't it?

What are you doing tomorrow?

- Working. - Never mind that.

I'll take you to see a great lady. She'll tell you all about Sassi.

She'll even turn him into a little dog.

He'll eat out of your hand.

Say your mother broke her leg.

Here, use my mobile.

Call and tell him.

How does it work?

I have to teach you everything.

But it's true, Mr. Mouffok. She slipped on a stone.

She's had three stitches.

Thank you, Mr. Mouffok.

- Hi, Mo. - We're full.

It's an emergency!

- Just for you, darling. - Thanks.

Thanks.

Number 56!

I'll ask.

- Why are you here? - To get married.

Malika! Malika!

What's happening?

The spirit's left her.

It's over, ladies.

- Malika? - You can stay.

Come on, ladies, we're closing.

Come back tomorrow.

Come back another time.

You're still here!

We've been waiting for hours.

- Come back tomorrow. - Why are they staying?

- We've no time to waste. - Come on.

- Hello, Mrs. Touati. - Hello, Hadjira.

- Hello, Mrs. Sandjak. - Hello.

- Where's Tiziri? - At school.

Have a seat. Coffee? It's still hot.

No, thanks. Is the Land Registry far?

Just before Miramar.

In a few years, he'll be able to come with you.

He wants to see Fifi.

Fifi's not here. Did you have an appointment?

I'll wait in her room.

I don't have the key.

I said I don't have the key!

Sir!

National Security.

It had to happen one day.

I dream of a house like this.

But it needs a lot of upkeep.

You heard about the kasbah house that collapsed?

No.

There were nine families in it.

Those on the ground floor died.

It's so sad.

- I'm running late. - You can come up.

See! What did I tell you?

- No need. - Please.

Thanks.

How much did you give her?

Who is it for?

- Her. - Then wait outside.

Come here.

What's your name?

Goucem.

A rare name for a rare flower.

Take off your shoes and join me.

What's wrong, my girl?

Has someone hurt you?

I've been with the same man for three years...

and now he's avoiding me.

He lies to me.

I don't know...

A bachelor?

No.

I see.

Tell me everything.

Coffee!

Coffee!

Mo, coffee!

I'm very tired.

Too many people.

I don't see the dwarf anymore.

Imagine, she got married!

- Really? - Of course.

With a handsome man.

- Thanks, Mo. - You're welcome.

- Sugar? - Just one lump.

On a diet?

I don't take any.

There's a woman in front of you.

His wife.

A woman.

- Do you have a sister? - No.

It's all murky and complicated.

27 years old... you're no longer young.

But still fresh.

We can help you meet someone nice.

In three years together,

you and your doctor must have done more than chit-chat.

- This is 2003! - If this is 2003, don't come see me!

I have a childless widower.

I didn't come for that.

Does he love me at least?

I just want to know if he loves me.

And do you love him?

- Good bye, Mo. - Good bye, Fifi.

She can hitch you up with a good man.

Sure!

I'm 27-year-old who's lost her virginity,

had two abortions and has a dancer for a mother!

- Don't say that... - But it's true.

Just say you don't want to get hitched.

Look!

Mr. Mouffok will throw a fit.

Getting married for love is not like getting hitched.

Love.

It's beautiful. I'll buy it for you.

- I want to. - I wouldn't know where to put it.

- I have a smaller Mona Lisa. - We want this one.

Look. It's you and your Prince Charming.

He kills the dragon, who represents your troubles.

We'll take it.

Here's a taxi.

Just tell me if it is abandoned.

Madam, if it's abandoned,

it's an empty property.

So it automatically becomes state property.

How can I know if it is?

By filling a form.

Then give me the form.

We've run out.

I'll come back in an hour.

What do you mean? I have to eat lunch!

In two hours, then.

I need time for my after-lunch coffee.

Excuse me. Could you help me?

- I need a form. - We've run out.

I'm looking for information

about an establishment called The Copacabana.

Then go to The Copacabana.

It's closed. And I'm tired.

- Got your family records? - Yes.

I'll never forget the favor you're doing me.

- Are you widowed? - Unfortunately, yes.

- Remarried? - No one offered.

And I had to look after my daughter.

Take my seat.

I'll be back. Don't let anybody in.

Mrs. Sandjak,

are you inheriting The Copacabana?

No. Why?

Then we can't give you any information.

I'm trying to contact the heirs.

I just want... to contact them.

Thanks.

- I'll need you next week. - Bye, Fifi.

You scared me.

Let go! You're hurting me!

- What's wrong, sweetie? - I want my gun.

- You looked for it yourself! - Give it back.

What would I do with it?

Wait!

Mrs. Sandjak!

Yes?

This person will be able to help you.

Mr. Fares? Who is he?

- A restaurant owner. - A restaurant owner?

I'd like to invite you for ice-cream.

That would perk me up.

The feeling's mutual.

We're old friends, sweetie. If I needed a gun, I'd have asked.

Stop calling me sweetie!

Go left.

Where are you taking me?

- Do you want money? - I want my gun.

What's going on?

I don't believe it!

- Sir... - Why did you go this way?

- You told me to. - You idiot.

Forget it. It's not worth it.

- Who's moving out? - I don't know.

Is this yours?

No.

- What do you want? - To play with Leila.

She's not here. Go home!

Tiziri?

Is anyone in?

- Nounou, who's moving out? - Fifi.

She's trying to hide, it's obvious.

- Good riddance. Is Tiziri in? - She's busy.

I found this outside. Whose is it?

I don't know. Excuse me, this is heavy.

If anyone asks for it, tell them I've got it.

Okay, Papicha.

Is she not here?

It's Fifi's!

No, Daddy brought those from the market.

Mom, can I have it?

- Can I have it? - Me too?

- Why are you crying? - Is something wrong?

- They want to kill me! - Terrorists?

- You're not a guest? - The guy in the car behind!

You can't stay. There's a child here!

- What's happening? - Call the anti-terrorist brigade!

No taboos with Fifi.

I'm either busy or in the arms of Morpheus...

Leave me a message...

- They can't hear me! - With that noise...

Let me try.

Hello, can you hear me? Shit, they can't hear us.

Get out at the Place des Martyres. You'll be fine.

- Then call the brigade. - No.

What? What's this about?

- Who's this madwoman? - You'll get out.

- Please! - You get out!

- You can't stay here! - She's mad!

You get out!

- He's going to kill me! - We don't care.

- Let her out. - We'll all die because of her!

Open the door!

Get out!

Are you crazy?

I beg you, I beg you, no!

She'll have us all killed!

The boy is getting scared. You have to get out.

Speak up. No, I can't hear you.

Get her out.

She doesn't want to?

What car are you in?

I'm coming.

What's going on?

Put a check mark next to every Fares we've called.

- Did you dial the area code? - Of course.

Evening, Goucem.

Evening. Any mail?

No, nothing.

Nothing at all.

"Nothing at all."

Tiziri, look after your sisters.

Daddy, we haven't finished.

Mr. Fares?

The restaurant owner?

- This is Papicha. - What are you doing?

- Did Fifi give this to you? - Daddy bought it for me.

What?

Fifi's moved out.

The Rouge-Gorge Restaurant.

I've found it.

What's wrong, darling?

Daddy bought it for me at the market.

Surely you're not going to worry about a whore!

What are you doing?

Open up! I don't have the key.

Did Fifi give you the painting?

I found it outside the hotel. Why?

Goucem, don't get involved! It's beyond our control!

- How come you don't know? - I'm sorry.

- Get the door! - The door!

- She said nothing about leaving. - If I say I don't know, I don't.

- He doesn't. - Did she leave an address?

- What did she say? - She wasn't there.

What do you mean? Who moved her things?

- Some guys. - What guys?

- Some guys. - Some guys.

- He's here for Fifi. - Sorry, I've a meeting with Mrs. Fifi.

At 9:00?

I'm a bit early. She's my cousin.

No taboos with Fifi.

I'm either busy or in the arms of Morpheus...

Leave a message and I'll call back.

Fifi, it's Goucem.

Call me back, please.

Let me know how you are.

I'm at the hotel.

Do you want it? You can have it.

Did Fifi lend it to you?

There were three men. They took everything.

Won't Fifi ever come back?

I don't know.

He started it.

Where do you think you are, Europe?

- I prefer local guys. - See, he's starting again.

Do you want me to call your dad?

You can't reach him. He's getting married tonight.

Miss?

Hi, Goucem. You're a relative?

He could go to prison for this. He should not do it again.

Okay?

You're on our list.

What about me? Can I leave?

No.

- Why don't you keep him? - Because he's him, and you're you.

You may leave.

I need to report a missing person.

- You what? - A missing person.

A friend's disappeared.

We don't handle terrorist kidnappings.

I don't know.

Farida Badr.

Farida Badr or Fifi?

Farida Badr. Everybody calls her Fifi.

Date and place of birth or age?

33.

Born in Tipaza.

Height?

5' 6".

Hair color?

I don't know.

Blue, green, red, brown?

I don't know.

Eye color, then?

Brown.

Skin color?

Fair.

- Occupation? - Nanny.

Do you have a picture of her?

No.

Do you think she's our only case?

Thousands disappear.

Tomorrow.

Don't forget.

Good bye, miss.

The wedding's at The Sheraton. We could crash the party.

- Do you know her? - I saw her once.

A few months ago.

- Let him go! - Who are you, stupid cunt?

Get lost!

Quick!

- Are you okay? - I'm fine.

They get aggressive when they're excited.

Where did you get this?

You want it? Have it.

I'm leaving this country. It's the best for me.

- Bye, Goucem. - Bye, Yacine.

The magot, or Barbary ape,

is one of two well-known species of macaques.

The relationship between the mother and her babies

is intimate and long-lasting. In Taza Park...

Mom wants you to come to bed.

You've woken your brother up.

I wanted to tell her tonight.

You plucked up the courage.

I told her at the restaurant,

right then, as I was paying.

- How are you getting home? - Walking.

Can I drive you home?

And then you'll go.

And then I'll go.

This one? It's dirty.

Can I help you?

Hello, young man. I'm looking for Mr. Fares.

Please wait.

May I help you?

Good afternoon, sir.

Papicha?

Do you remember me?

- Are you Mr. Fares? - I am.

I used to see you dance at The Copacabana almost every night.

- Your daughter? - Stop flattering me!

- She's a cutie. - Thank you.

Where have you been? I've been looking for you.

- I had a tough time. - Come with me.

Look at this.

Papicha, it's you.

Welcome to The Rouge-Gorge.

We don't need it anymore.

Why?

- Farida Badr died. - What?

- How did she die? - I need to see some ID.

You don't live in Sidi-Moussa anymore?

Did you come to Algiers to be a whore?

- Can I see her? - Go to the Ben Aknoun Hospital morgue.

Can I get my ID back?

Death pursues us

Right to the grave

Oh, my forefathers

God exists, God exists.

We're all mortal, only He is eternal

My heart, my heart

My God, my God

I'm down, I'm having a drink.

I'm pissed off at how artists are being treated here!

Mr. Fares...

I have to tell you what happened to me.

This place attracts the former customers of all of Algiers' old clubs...

The Copa, El Paso, La Koutoubia... all of them!

- Huh? - He's right.

Mr. Fares, I'm too old to dance.

Papicha is ageless.

You could still sing.

- She could sing! - Why not?

- You had such a voice! - You heard him!

Thank you, dear friends. Thank you so much.

Goucem. He's in surgery.

- I'm going to the morgue. - Nothing bad, I hope.

What do you mean, she's at the morgue?

We just saw her.

- What should we do, Doctor? - We'll have to put him under.

- That's what I thought. - What should I do?

- Dr. Braik will circumcise him. - That's impossible.

- It's a sin. - If they keep complaining,

send them to the barber shop!

You can't have the body. I'm sorry.

Goucem. What's wrong?

I want them to give me my friend's body.

All right. That's no problem.

Goucem.

Goucem.

Did you pull out her file?

- She arrived this morning. - What the hell is this?

Where's the file?

- She's a prostitute. - So?

I promised you

Happiness and peace

Your desires satisfied

And you?

You want to throw me down a well

Why are you a coward?

It's not fair

And you?

You want to throw me down a well

Why are you a coward?

It's not fair...

Maestro!

I built

These walls

For him.

I built these walls!

A heavenly garden

I lit up his life

His desires satisfied

But I was dealing with a fake, a cheat...

He denies our happiness.

This song is dedicated to unhappy women.

Why cheat on me?

It's not fair...

I accepted everything

He's ungrateful

I was dealing with a fake, a cheat

He denies our happiness.

Thank you, Mr. Fares.

Why cheat on me?

It's not fair.

Driver! I'm getting off here!

- Wait for the next stop. - I want to get off here.

Samir!

- Hey, Goucem! - You didn't cross the sea.

I'm still waiting. It's not easy.

What about you? Did you get married?

It's not easy. I'm still waiting.

- Go ahead. - You want to play?

I only play billiards.

- It's still a game. - But they're not the same.

Bocce is bocce, billiards are billiards.

You decide.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Do you have a cigarette? - Certainly.

Do you have a light?

I know you.

We met at...

that place across the street from Mr. Mouffok's.