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[ Street Noise ]
...
- Is that your father?
Then it's your grandfather.
His head looks familiar.
(In Arabic) A bearded man.
Muslim Brother .
- He is Jewish.
- Jewish?
What's wrong with you?
(In Arabic) Be careful.
You'll get in trouble with the neighbors.
- He's my boss.
- Your boss?
"Città Vuota" (Mina)
...
- This goes upstairs.
...
- Say Imam, can I wear varnish during Ramadan?
- What's the problem?
- And if it penetrates the edge of my nails?
- Do not eat or drink between sunrise and sunset,
that's what Ramadan is all about.
- Amel!
Amel!
- Yes?
- Where's your lazy daughter?
- What now? - Look.
It's the report card of someone who's taking the baccalaureate.
In 3 months, that? - Have you seen her?
- I'm Olfa's bodyguard now?
- But what are you good for?
- Give me a raise and I'll tell you where she is.
...
- She'll get her high school diploma.
- This is your fault. You're too nice to her.
...
[ Running Faucet ]
...
[ Singing ]
...
[ Gasps ]
- Olfa, what are you doing here?
- You, what are you doing here?
I hear you've come to live here.
- Do you have a problem with that, too?
What the hell is that?
- Are you on the run?
- Look at this mess!
- Did you do something stupid in Paris?
That's for sure, otherwise you wouldn't have come back.
All Arabs are thugs, in France.
But I don't see you robbing a bank.
- I came to work here.
- There is no work here.
- I set up my practice on the roof.
- Your practice? In this hole? - Yes.
- Go ahead, you can tell me. You killed a patient?
- That's it. - You're pregnant.
You're pregnant with a patient. - What an imagination!
- So you're using drugs. It has to be.
- What's wrong with you? Aren't you happy?
- You bet! This is the worst news of my day.
I was counting on you to go to France, after the baccalaureate.
- You don't need me.
- My parents won't let me.
- Thank you very much, this is mine.
- Can I keep it?
- Yes, keep it.
- You won't last.
[ Sighs ]
- They won't bother you, it's on the roof.
- Say something, it's your niece!
- Do you believe in this thing?
You think the Arabs are going to pay to come and see her?
Like: "I'm sick, I need to talk."
- Anything. - You will see.
Yes, that's right.
- You can't bring in fools.
I have 3 daughters. Olfa is of childbearing age.
She has fair skin.
- We are not in Europe.
We have God,
we don't need this bullshit.
I give you 2 weeks. After that...
You will beg me to drive you to the airport.
"Practice", you bet!
[ Honking ]
Keep moving, brother!
We are not going to spend the night there!
Move!
What the hell are you doing!
Take your hand off!
You'll get nothing, even if you lick the glass.
- This isn't Coke.
- What do you mean it's not Coke?
- Give me that.
[ Can Clatters ]
Shh! Nobody talks anymore.
That's enough!
- I'll continue on foot.
[ Jazzy music ]
...
- It is beautiful. - We didn't say that.
- Your father, my friend told me
that you needed a practical car.
- You call that practical?
- It's almost new.
The queen of the road.
Look at all that you can put in!
You can carry your whole house!
Women have a lot of things. My wife as well.
- I don't care about your wife.
- I don't care either.
- How I drive this with the traffic?
- It is practical, almost new.
She has a radio-cassette
with Tunisian hits.
Do you know Kamel's Car?
Kamel's car rolls very smoothly
- You are going to give me back my deposit. I want my money.
- Money? Me, I want the rest of my money.
And here are the keys.
Say hello to your father.
Ask him why he doesn't come to the village anymore.
Immigrant, go!
"My money," she says!
[ Truck Squeaking and Creaking]
...
Kamel's car rolls very smoothly
Very gently
[ Street Noise ]
...
(- Zohra!)
(Zohra!)
Zohra!
- Hajj!
- Zohra!
- Hajj!
Is everything okay?
- Yes.
I'm... I'll...
I can't find my glasses.
Good night.
[ Truck Squeaking and Creaking]
...
- I'm not asking for guarantees. Know that I exist.
- Don't you want to be a secretary? - I'm talking to you!
- What? - When do I come by?
- Do you have an appointment? - I never take them.
- Sit down, then.
Big boy, I first manage my compatriots
and I am yours. - Will you talk about me?
- Yes, but don't dream, It's not going to be a rush.
[ Chatter ] - I'll leave my card here.
- Take a number and wait.
[ Jazzy music ]
...
- Listen to Mrs. Aïcha, everyone leaves Baya's place happy.
We never go out of Baya Center angry!
- It's a bit stiff, isn't it?
- Stiff? It's a blow dry. That's the way it has to be.
Like chopsticks.
I don't want to offend you, but when you came home,
the hair in a tussle, she looked like a maid.
And with your outfit, you look like a guy.
It's hard to imagine that you're coming from Paris.
Where do you live in Paris?
- XVII. Do you know it?
- Of course, I know Paris. Were you born there?
- No, I was born here. I left when I was 10 years old.
- You know what? As soon as you got home,
I saw that you had an air of blédarde.
I have the eye.
Are you married?
- No.
- Why?
- Just like that.
- OK...
[ Surrounding Chatter ]
You're perfect.
...
Thank you.
- Baya, can I put up an ad, in your salon?
- What kind of ad?
- I am a psychoanalyst.
I opened my practice in Ezzahra.
I would like to talk to the customers of the salon.
A psychoanalysis practice here, in Tunis?
- Yes.
- Do you think it's going to work?
- Yes, people need to talk.
- That's for sure. Especially the Arabs, we talk a lot.
Here, the clients, they talk, talk, talk.
But when it comes time to pay,
they get a blow-dry, beautiful like yours or highlights.
Or at the hammam,
they talk, they talk, they break your head.
But they stand out, they are all clean.
From your home, people, what do they go out with?
- It depends. Everyone leaves with something that belongs to him.
- How much does it cost?
It depends.
- "It depends". You need to change the disk! What does it depend on?
- Everyone's situations. I am adapting.
- We're going to do business.
I bring you the clients
and we're half and half. Did you see those
neurotic skewers at the salon?
With me, you become a millionaire.
- No, Baya, It doesn't work like that.
[ Surrounding Chatter ]
...
Come on!
Friends, silence!
Miss France has an announcement for you all.
Go ahead. Tell them.
- Uh... Yes... Uh, um...
In fact...
It's a bit like a journey.
A journey within oneself,
which allows to find a door out, to get better.
- And if I make this trip with you,
I won't have any more difficulties in my life?
- No, the difficulties
will not disappear.
Psychoanalysis transforms the nature of the difficulties.
Talking about it is already giving them
another status.
- Do you understand?
- If you have any questions.
- We will try. Thank you. Thank you.
- Why not?
[ Chatter ]
- According to the trend, the Islamist party Ennadha
would be in the lead with 40% of the votes.
This would ensure 60 to 65% coverage. of the 217 seats in the Assembly.
- Your papers.
Ah! France.
But what is France doing in a car like this?
Come on, get down.
- Let her go.
- What about the breathalyzer test?
- Which breathalyzer? I didn't drink. I never drink.
- You never drink?
Tattoos and 404 Peugeot and you never drink?
Come on,
be nice, we have work to do.
- Can I give her a breathalyzer test? - No, you can't.
Come on, move.
Come on, blow.
- Where is it? What am I blowing into?
- Budget cuts.
- What?
- Budget cuts.
Come on, blow.
- But... I can't... I can't...
- Blow.
[ Languishing Music ]
...
Harissa?
- Sorry.
- Hum...
- Can I go?
[ Engine Turning Over ]
...
Okay, Dad, I'm going to hang up.
No, I haven't changed my mind.
You will call me every day to ask me that?
No, I won't go home.
- Selma! You're wanted.
- Dad, I'll call you back.
- Hello!
It's Baya.
- Baya, you have a choice, the couch or this armchair.
But this is my place.
- Well, what a welcome!
You think you'll succeed by receiving your clients like this?
- They are not customers, but patients.
And I prefer we speak formally, not informally.
- To you alone, I'll speak formally.
- We can speak Arabic if you want.
- My French is excellent.
- I'm not saying otherwise.
But if we speak French, we speak formally.
Baya,
I ask you questions and I will tell you how I work.
- No, no, no. I'm going to leave.
I have inquired on psychologists in Europe.
They say things, they advise people.
You take it from the top...
You take your haughty air.
Postcolonial skulling machine.
It was a very bad idea
to come here today.
But what is it all this mess here?
[ Chatter ]
...
I came before them.
Beware if you build my case.
...
- You have an appointment Thursday at 3 p.m.
Be punctual, don't forget that she is French.
- Yes, of course.
Thank you, may God protect you.
You know, I'm exhausted.
- Please don't, I don't want to know anything.
She's the doctor.
I already have enough problems like this.
Honestly!
- So, you work in a bakery?
- Yes. But I don't like to talk about myself.
- Tell me what brings you here, then.
- I need medication and a medical certificate.
- I'm not a doctor.
I give no certificate or medication.
- What are you for, then?
- Why you need a certificate?
- Because I am sick.
- What do you have?
- I don't know.
- Can we try to understand?
- I don't want to understand. I want a certificate.
- What are you doing here? Who are these people?
- I am the assistant of Mrs. Selma.
- Assistant ?
Of course.
- Do you have a problem with that?
You thought I would clean your husband's vomit all my life?
- You know they're all deranged?
- You know, I have a lot of experience. with disturbed people.
- What exactly do you do?
- I keep my knitwear for the drafts.
- Get dressed. I'm not kidding.
- You want to play, huh?
- Get dressed and get out or I call the police.
- I am sorry. I didn't understand.
I was told about a French woman, a sofa and...
You understand...
- There are many things that I want.
I want your jacket, for example.
I want your couch.
I want your house.
I want your brain.
- Go ahead and continue.
- What is this game?
- Go ahead. What else?
- I would like to know how to lie.
- Is that all?
- No, that's not all.
But if I start to tell you, It will take years.
- Selma, be nice.
You smoke at home, not in front of the girls.
- This is my home, Amel.
I don't understand this thing.
- Mourad and me, we made a decision.
We'll get a lawyer.
We don't like your firm at all.
- You can't make me leave. You are wasting your time.
Too bad. I wanted to invite you to celebrate this good news.
- Invite us to celebrate your departure.
[ Distant Clattering ]
My goodness, what's going on?
Imam! Imam!
[ Banging on the door ]
[ Banging Continues ]
Mourad, the keys.
- The keys.
- What would you say to
a good hot dish
to give you back your strength?
- You are sure to have seen nothing?
- I told you, we didn't see anyone.
- Go up to the house instead,
lie down under the air conditioner.
- Which air conditioner? The air conditioner is broken.
- Hajj. If you do not speak, there's nothing we can do.
- Hajj, you don't want a glass of water?
- Not that, it's not good for your diabetes!
Bring him some water! This poor man is in shock!
- No need to shout, I'm going.
- He doesn't leave his house,
he never speaks, he hasn't the air of eating a lot.
He attempted suicide, I'm sure of it...
- Who are you?
- He shows signs of obvious depression.
- Are you a doctor?
Psychoanalyst. I opened my practice here,
a few weeks ago.
- Really? Where?
- Up there, on the roof.
- You lived in France?
- Yes.
- And your husband followed you?
- I need a husband to live here?
- No, I didn't say that...
- It is to know if I am single.
- No, I'm just interested, that's all.
- I'm kidding you.
- I will come back to finish questioning her.
- It's funny to see each other here again.
You were fed up doing breathalyzer tests?
- Look, this place is a mess.
Tomorrow they will send me to monitor the borders
or clean the ministry's washrooms.
Come on, I'll leave you to it. Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Handsome!
Good evening,
miss.
[ Car Starting ]
- Hajj?
[ Knocking on the door ]
Salam.
This is for you.
- You shouldn't have.
- How are you doing?
- Very good.
- If you need whatever it is, I'm right here.
- I don't need anyone.
Gnaouia ?
Thank you.
[ Sighs ]
- I have everything in life. Hamdullah.
I have a husband who makes a living.
And... I have a business that... works very well.
I have a nice car in my name.
My son will be leaving soon for Canada, to study.
And my mother, she has...
I have a mother who...
Why am I talking about her?
It's not important.
If I come, it's...
because I can't to get rid of an urge to vomit.
Sometimes...
this bitter taste, it remains in my mouth for days.
And then it disappears.
- Baya, you can explain to me...
the connection between your mother and your nausea?
- There is no link.
[ Laughing ]
The link, it could... I'm talking nonsense...
- We will stop here.
- It's only been ten minutes.
- You were 20 minutes late.
- What?
I told you that I had to fire the woman that was poking around in my car.
She steals my money, what do I do?
Should I let it go?
I say to him: "Wait, I have an appointment"?
- No problem. We continue next week.
You can put the money on the table.
- What? For ten minutes?
- I have explained the rules to you, Baya.
- It is true, I have no secrets from him.
- I'm not going to negotiate.
You wait outside. She will tell you,
but I don't want to see you here.
- My son, listen to the lady.
Be nice, my boy.
I won't be long.
What a pot of glue!
A real leech.
- You still don't want give me your name?
- Are we bugged?
There are microphones here.
Hold on...
You are an agent of the Mossad?
[ Knocking ]
- Good evening.
May I?
He spoke when I told him about your hypothesis.
- I told you so.
- He got angry and of course he denied it.
"How dare you? I am imam, I fear God".
You know...
I have a lot of respect for your diplomas. Really.
But you don't know how things are going here.
- I gave my opinion, but it's none of my business.
- There are a lot of things that you don't know.
In spite of your airs of... of Parisian intellectuals.
- Really?
- Tell me what I don't know.
- Can I see your authorization, for example?
- My what?
- The authorization of free practice.
- I don't have one.
- Wouldn't they call that a missed deed?
Yet you practice for the past few weeks.
You're the one who told me, no?
- We don't care about this paper.
Who is going to come and check on me?
I hope that...
the State has other things to do.
- Of course.
You think you've landed with the savages here, huh?
The jungle.
We have laws.
They must be respected.
- Just a moment...
I'm on my way.
It should be fine.
- I remind you that you must suspend your activities.
[ Door Slams ]
- I even saw a witch in Tataouine.
I have been told that she worked miracles.
But it has been worse. I started to dream about Putin.
I dreamed of Saddam Hussein,
of AI Assad,
of Mohammed VI...
Only Arab dictators.
And now I don't understand. Why is there Putin?
Why?
Something can be done
so you can take it off? You open it and take it off.
Get this shit out of my head!
Every time, I'm the one who kisses them.
What have I done to God?
And the worst part is that I like it. I love it!
Ah but if I dream of that bastard Bush...
I throw myself out the window.
Ah yes, there, it's not even possible. It is...
[ Exhales ]
[ Traffic Noise ]
...
[ Knocking ]
[ Approaching Footsteps ]
- Ma'am?
Excuse me!
Madam!
[ Knocking ]
Hello.
Excuse me...
Miss, sorry...
Uh... I, uh...
- You're French, right?
- Yes.
- Do you know about lunch breaks in France?
- Sorry. I will wait.
Uh... The birth certificate...
This is the certificate of nationality.
These are the copies certified by the diplomas.
Here we go, with the originals.
- Bring me the water bottle, there,
on my colleague's desk.
- Thank you. Oh, they forced on the harissa, today!
- Are you going to be all right?
- Ah yes. You know, I come from Nabeul.
And in Nabeul, one is raised to eat harissa with a spoon.
After that, you go straight.
Don't worry, you'll be fine.
- My file, I mean, You think he'll pass, don't you?
[ Laughing ]
Inchallah.
- Please, yes or no?
- Inchallah, I say to you.
Ah, well...
Do you like lingerie?
It's beautiful, isn't it?
20 dinars the top. Touch, it's padded.
And the stockings...
to 10 dinars.
For you, 30 for both.
Quality...
Look.
[ Jazzy music ]
...
- Olfa!
- I beg of you, don't say I'm here.
You have to listen to me.
- Olfa!
- What did you do?
- I beg of you.
- Olfa, may the plague take you away!
Olfa!
Have you seen my daughter?
- No, I just got home.
- She's going to drive me crazy, this kid!
- What did she do?
- Even to you, I am ashamed to say it.
- So, tell me.
- We spent an hour at the principal's house.
They expelled her, that idiot.
Without money, they would have pressed charges.
- Why?
- What did she do?
Do you know what she did?
In the middle of a class of Islamic education...
In front of the class, she did like this.
And she showed
her breasts to the professor.
I raised her as best I could.
I educated her well.
I paid attention to her friends.
I passed Islam on to her. I talked to her
about the Quran.
What am I going to do with her?
Imagine, without Mourad's check,
she would be in front of the judge!
- I'll call her, I'm sure she'll talk to me.
But you don't threaten her. Promise me?
- I don't want her to be hurt. I really don't.
What a shitty life.
You are lucky.
- Here you go.
- No husband.
No children bothering you.
You can drink.
You smoke whenever you want.
You go out.
You have lovers.
- Stop it.
You're fantasizing now.
- Tell us about it!
You think I'm naive, that I don't see?
You don't know how lucky you are.
I, in your place...
- Stop! I stop you
right now, there.
I'm waiting for someone here. I'll call you.
- But tell me about it!
- There is nothing to tell.
- Yes, it is. Yes, it is.
You're too uptight.
You can trust me. - I know.
- Freedom smells so good.
- Where did you get this?
Stop rummaging in my business.
- I brought it to a buddy to make a copy.
You don't need it anymore, you're going back to being a nobody.
- How you can wear the veil
and show your breasts to the Islamic education teacher?
- First, the teacher is a pervert who keeps staring.
And secondly... it's not a veil.
It's a hiding place.
[ Laughter ]
...
This peasant woman from Baya did this to me.
I brought him a picture of Rihanna, this is the result.
Why did you come home, Selma?
Everybody dreams of getting the hell out and you...
You're taunting us.
Even a simple color, they don't know how to do it.
- You can't imagine all there is to do here.
- But there is nothing to be done.
- In Paris, I had two colleagues in my building
and ten on my street. I was useless there.
- You gave up your life. Didn't you have a fiancé?
- No.
- Why?
- What, why?
I don't want a
man in my life. I like solitude.
- How can you say that?
Kids are important. I want some kids, myself.
- You do what you want.
- What about your mother?
Are you still angry with her?
- I never blamed her.
- You're doing all of this for her?
- I'm telling your mother before she calls the army.
- Can I sleep here with it tonight?
- Enough is enough.
Give it back to me.
- It's dead, like me, so I'm sleeping here.
[ Laughing ]
...
- Olfa!
- Now I understand the interest to lengthen the patients.
We can confess everything in this position.
But...
It wouldn't work. with our hard benches.
That's why we Arabs, it's hard to talk.
It's a matter of comfort, in fact.
Do you read the Quran?
- Does that surprise you?
- No.
- Yes, it surprises you.
- No, I assure you.
- You're thinking:
how can this tattooed bachelor, devoid of spirituality
have a copy of the Quran in her home?
- Do you take me for a fool?
It's the new fashion, the bearded ones.
At least, yours looks friendly.
- He is anything but friendly, in my opinion.
- Thanks again for the dish.
- Ms. Selma, can I have your phone number?
If I have anxieties at night, I could call you.
I will pay you, I know this is a job for you.
- We already see each other three times a week. That's enough.
We are making good progress.
Be serene.
- I know, Mrs. Selma. But it is very little.
I don't have the time to tell you everything.
- We have to stop there. I will take you home.
- You are too hard on me, Ms. Selma.
I searched in my sister's clothes.
I stole some of her clothes again.
- We start again next week.
- OK. Good evening, Mrs. Selma.
It is hard. Is she hard on you too?
- Very hard.
- I swear, it's too much.
- Take care of yourself.
- Thank you.
- I hope he won't swallow any medication.
Without authorization, it will be difficult to explain.
- You don't take me seriously.
- No, I'm asking you to work within the rules.
- They're processing the file. I was guaranteed that, at the Ministry.
- I can't figure out if you are naive, idealistic or stupid.
- A bit of the 3... Please let me work.
- You risk prison.
It is a state governed by the rule of law. Do you know that?
- Rule of law? And that's me who is... what is it?
Naive, idealistic and stupid?
- Earn your living differently, in the meantime.
- Earn my living!
This is how I make my living.
- So, you're looking at prison for a frying wage.
- It is a currency of exchange like any other.
- Mmmh!
That's nice. Thank you.
- It was you who told me to come back today.
- I know.
But Mr. Belhadj is still absent.
Sick leave. I don't know what disease.
- How am I going to do it? Do you know that I'm facing prison?
- Don't talk about misfortune.
- It's the first time I haven't felt like slapping her.
I wrote down my dreams, just like you told me.
I dream a lot, right after my 4:00 a.m. insomnia.
Yesterday, I dreamt that I was committing murder.
I was very scared because I knew I was going to be arrested.
But when I woke up, I was soothed,
as if I had watched a sunset.
Selma?
- Yes?
- What's up?
- Please continue.
- You're weird.
- Weird?
- Yes, you look at me normally.
- We will stop here.
- You're lucky.
- We're going to stop for a few weeks.
I have to close the practice temporarily,
for administrative matters
that have nothing to do with you.
- If it's a problem of space, you come to my house.
I'll free up the waxing room for you.
- It's more complicated than that.
- What's up?
Don't worry,
It's going to be okay.
- We're going to stop for a few weeks.
I have to close the practice temporarily,
for administrative matters
that have nothing to do with you.
[ Police Whistle ]
Sorry, I'm leaving!
- Please hurry.
[ Honking ]
- Ms. Selma, you can't abandon me?
I am sorry for what happened.
I was lost at the time.
You are not my style.
- How did you find me?
- Are you sick? Dying?
- I have to clear the space.
- No, no, no.
Ms. Selma!
- No! No! Raouf!
How did you find me? - I followed you.
I need to talk to you.
- I will find you a colleague.
- No, I only want to talk to you.
- If I continue,
I will be in trouble.
- No, you won't get in trouble, I will protect you.
I do kung fu! - What?
- I couldn't find
my first childhood memory.
- This is not the time. We're not going to have a session.
We are in the car.
- I had put on a checkered dress and we played.
I remember it as if it were yesterday.
- No! Raouf!
Stand up.
- Guess who ruined it, God damn that bastard.
The gardener.
- Straighten up.
Straighten up! - No, no, no.
He told my father.
Afterwards, it is the black hole.
- Straighten up!
- I have to find that dress. Will you help me?
You are not going to abandon me! Please.
You won't let me down!
[ Knocking ]
- Yes?
- Hello.
- Ah, Selma!
Excuse me.
- I will continue my consultations
with some patients. I would like you to look the other way.
- There was nothing before you.
Don't worry, everyone is going to get their life back, I assure you.
- You don't get it.
- Of course,
I'm just a cop.
- And if I continue, are you going to report me?
- I will do what I have to do.
Selma! Selma!
Hold on.
I hope you understand my point of view.
I told you, no rules, this country is going straight to the wall.
- Yes, I understand.
- Please wait.
Would... would you like to go out one night, get something to eat?
- What do you mean by that?
- Well... It's not urgent... Whenever you want.
- You caught me up to ask me out?
- Yes.
- You're off the mark.
I ask you to close your eyes on a detail
to prevent people from suffering.
And you want to take me out to eat ice cream?
- You can just say no. I am a big boy.
- You're a pervert, actually.
- Definitely?
- Fuck!
[ Engine Turning Over ]
...
"Njibek Njibek" (Fawzi Ben Gamra)
...
- Are you coming now? - What's going on?
...
[ Music Vocalist Ululating ]
...
- I was not aware of this.
- Neither do I.
...
- Can you explain it to me?
- Don't you like it? Is it her hair?
- What's your deal?
- We're getting married and we're going to live
in Paris or London. He was born in Lyon.
- So what's the big deal?
- It's cool, he's French. No need to drown.
In London, rather.
- Are you kidding me?
- Paris is a bit dead, isn't it? You wouldn't be here otherwise.
- You can't marry him.
- Why?
- You know that very well.
- Because he's queer?
You've got the eye.
You're not a shrink for nothing. Don't worry, we worked it out.
He lives his life, I live mine.
I thought you were more open-minded.
Like, "I'm a shrink,
I live alone, fuck the family."
But you judge, like the others.
- What are you doing now? Stop eating and go to the living room.
- You let her do that?
- He's going to cut his hair.
- She's not getting married!
That's nonsense!
- I warn you, you leave her alone.
[ Party Chatter ]
...
- That's interesting too.
- Thank you.
- Your wound is almost gone.
- You're talking about what injury, exactly?
- I'm talking about the one that you have inflicted on yourself.
- You talk a lot for an analyst.
- I didn't know that a framework had been agreed upon.
- I just wanted a small cut.
I don't know what came over me.
I read an article one day
on Egyptians who make zebiba to show their devotion.
Before, you had to pray for 50 years to have a stain on the forehead.
These young people, incise their forehead with a blade
then rub garlic on it to blacken the wound.
They criticized me at the mosque for not having a beard.
No zebiba. No zebiba.
I told them:
"You're not going to judge me because I don't have a beard."
"Nor a spot on the forehead."
They threw me out like a dirty mess by insulting me.
And who replaced me?
Fethi.
The butcher of my old village.
They told me about Zohra again.
They said that if I was a strong Muslim,
my wife would not have left me.
She was watching Turkish soap operas in a loop.
I should have been more careful.
One day, she cried.
She cried for a month,
without stopping.
The hero of her favorite series had just died.
During the aggression from the Salafists of the mosque,
she left,
the day of Ben Ali's fall.
She went to Turkey.
I have no more news.
I lost everything that day.
I just wanted a spot on my forehead.
Just like the others.
I never wanted to die.
[ Knocking ]
- Don't you have better things to do?
- Let's start again, Mrs. Selma.
Do you receive men in your home?
- Men and women.
- You ask them
to lie down.
- Not always.
- Speak to her in Arabic.
- She doesn't understand.
- It says that you have been formed by Mossad.
- What does it mean "Mossad"? - I don't know. It is written.
- Salah, what does that mean?
- They are the guys who killed Kennedy.
- Kennedy?
- Are you happy? John Kennedy!
Go back to sleep.
Ms. Selma, it also says
that you studied in Israel.
And that your grandfather
was a rabbi
and that you hang his picture in your living room.
- No.
- It is also written that you use the word... "sex"
in front of women and elderly people.
- Sex, prison.
- "Sex," Selma?
- Exhausting. She's not giving up.
- Take your break.
- We're going to eat
calf's feet and we'll come back.
- Here, this too.
- Salah, you can go eat.
- Don't let it offend you, huh?
Are you happy? Did you have a good time?
Four hours in police custody?
You don't want to pass me at night?
- You think you're there because of me?
People have denounced you.
I'm just doing my job.
You think you're important?
- You respect nothing.
- I just want to do my job.
- Do your job, but not here.
It's not for us, you understand?
Go home. No one needs you here.
Okay?
You're going to hurt yourself.
- Mourad! Mourad!
[ Tires Screech ]
- During the Revolution,
we created a group with the neighbors to protect the neighborhood.
We were drinking.
To pass the time and forget about fear.
Afterwards, I couldn't stop.
I used to drink to go to work,
to rest,
to drive,
to look at my wife,
my children.
You know, Selma,
I am afraid.
I'm stuck.
I would give anything to get out of here.
To ensure a future for my daughters.
Here, there is nothing more.
It is deserted.
Black, dark.
It's a powder keg,
a spark,
and it's over.
[ Sad music ]
...
Yes, Amel?
Don't worry, everything is fine.
The girls are playing. Selma is here.
I swear it's okay.
A small skid of nothing at all.
...
- Yes, all right.
- What's up?
- I have good news.
- Thank you, my God!
- Hold on.
The committee meets on Monday.
My colleague tells you that the file is complete,
but something is missing.
- So it is not complete.
- Yes, it is complete, but something is missing.
- What's missing?
- Hold on.
A letter of recommendation...
issued by a senior official Tunisian.
- What?
- A recommendation
issued by...
- Yes... I got it. But how am I going to do it?
- It's simple.
You are going to see a senior government official and you ask him for a letter
issued by a senior official Tunisian.
You'll figure it out eventually.
Inchallah!
"Hey Babe" (Loolie and the Surfing Rogers)
...
[ Startled Gasp ]
...
- What are you doing here?
- I ran away.
- But it's not possible!
You will you answer me, okay?
You're getting me in trouble. What did you do now?
- He told his parents everything, who told mine.
This guy is a weakling. He ruined everything.
Can you imagine? He told them that he liked boys.
He didn't want to live in the lie.
Above all, he will stop living, now.
Where are we going?
- You want me to drop you off, maybe?
- It was... - Shut up!
Shut up!
"Hey Babe" (Loolie and the Surfing Rogers)
...
[ Sirens ]
- There are no more rules in this country?
There is a sick person in the hammam.
We think it's a woman
and while exfoliating her, we discover that they are "equipped".
"Equipped", you can imagine!
This way! At the end on the left.
There you go.
Boss!
- Get out, brother,
this is the hammam for women.
- Get this shit out of me!
It's suffocating here!
- Get out.
- Why? - Get out!
But I am a woman! - Come on, get out of here!
- I am a woman!
You're the one who's getting out!
I am a woman! Get out of my way!
Fuck off!
Buzz off!
- I just want to talk. - No!
Buzz off!
- I'm going to give you a party.
- I won't go out! Don't come near me!
- Get out then!
- You're going to hit me! - No, I won't touch you.
Hold on.
I know this one.
- Where do you know me from?
- I saw you at Selma's.
- Do you know Mrs. Selma? - Yes.
- Are you a patient?
- Yes.
- Sit down so we can talk. - No.
- I only talk to Mrs. Selma! - We'll call her.
- Do you see the state I'm in?
- All right, come on, let's get out of here. - You won't hurt me?
- No, I promise.
Come on, get out.
What's wrong?
[ Chatter ]
- Get out!
Let us pass.
...
- It's the baker.
...
- Wait for me here.
- Don't talk about your mom. Don't talk politics.
He is tired. Please.
Dad?
I bring you someone that will make you crazy with joy.
Come on, get up.
- Hello, Grandpa.
How's it going?
- Feriel?
- No, it's Selma, Feriel's daughter.
- Selma?
You have found the way to our house?
- Well, yes.
- You don't like us, do you?
- Yes...
- Yes dad, she loves us,
but she's been too occupied these past few years.
She is overwhelmed.
- What have you been up to?
- I've been living in Ezzahra,
for the past few months.
- Are you married?
- Married, dad?
Look at her arms.
- And then... And so why?
- I work here.
- A doctor, I hear.
Psychoanalyst.
- What?
- I quit medicine.
- Do you prescribe medication?
- No.
- You're a witch, then.
- No. Not really...
Listen to this... I came here. ask you a favor.
- A service?
- Yes. I opened my practice.
And I'm still waiting for an authorization.
I need a helping hand from the Ministry of Health.
- Can't you manage on your own? He is tired.
- No, I'm not tired.
I can help you.
- Is that true?
- Yes, I know someone. - Really?
- That's great! - Yes.
- Hold on. Hold on, hold on, hold on.
Him. He will be able to help you.
Trust him.
- Is this a joke?
- No.
- It's over, he's gone.
- Shh!
- What?
- He's gone. It's over.
all that.
- He didn't leave.
- You didn't tell him? He doesn't know?
- I couldn't. Shhh!
- I'm talking to him about it tonight. Don't worry.
- Take a rest. I will come back to see you.
- Come on, girl, come on.
He is tired.
I will prepare you a chamomile.
- Do you want him to help you? Selma?
- Can you drive slower? We're not in a hurry.
- You, no. Me, I'm in a hurry.
- You have 10 years of higher education
and you don't know you need a fucking authorization?
- You tire me.
- I don't have the baccalaureate and I know it.
Even my sisters know this.
Even the seller down the street...
- Shut up!
- Go ahead, speed it up. I don't care.
[ Engine Sputters ]
...
[ Engine Stops ]
We're going to die here.
We don't have a network, no water, we have nothing.
We're waiting for the Salafists find us.
- A car will stop.
- I don't get into any car. Don't you get it?
[ Jazzy music ]
...
[ Engine Turning Over ]
...
What are you doing?
...
- Good evening.
...
[ Classical music ]
...
- It is beautiful.
What is it again?
...
I'm not going to crack.
All the people would want me to crack,
that I get on a plane, that I return to my life in Paris.
But I'm telling you, because you don't care.
I don't know why I'm here.
I just know that I want to be here.
I feel good here.
At first... I thought I wanted to make up for my mother's suffering,
avenge my father's exile, but...
But that's not it.
It's visceral.
It's as if I've been called.
I don't even know what I'm talking about.
I am tired.
I'm not going to crack.
I'm needed here, right?
[ Crying ]
...
[ Door Opens Abruptly ]
[ Energetic music ]
...
- All right.
Yes.
Bye-bye.
Ah, Selma!
Got anything for me today? - No.
I demand to speak to your superior. I won't leave before then.
I will go on a hunger strike, if necessary.
- What's wrong? May God protect you.
Listen...
They brought me silk scarves, from Turkey.
You'll see, they have the same in Harim Al Sultan.
They are beautiful. Look at them...
- We changed the starter and repaired the clutch.
It's like new. A young bride.
[ Jazzy music ]
...
- I beg of you.
I have money. - That's not the point!
I am the one who will consults!
- But everything is fine for you. Me, I need to go to 5 sessions.
- We will stop here.
- I'm glad you're back, but are you gonna be okay like this?
- See you Thursday, Baya.
- Is it always the same price?
- You can put it in the glove box.
- Because it's not at all the same comfort,
plus the same intimacy...
[ Knocking at the door ]
All right, I'm done.
- See you Thursday!
- Always in the same place?
- Yes, yes.
- Easy!
- What is this circus?
What do you do?
- The only cop on duty of this country!
- Are you serious?
- Do I have a choice?
- I won't be able to do anything for you.
- If I have to go back to Paris in a charter...
- A charter?
You'll have plenty of other worries before your charter.
Come on, start.
- Get out.
- Start! - People are waiting.
Get out of my office! [ Knocking on the window ]
I am in front of the ministry to apply pressure.
- Pressure?
- Yes.
- You talk to him.
- Talk to me.
- What do you do, the curtains closed?
- We were discussing and she was about to leave.
- Did you get married?
- What's wrong?
- What do you do, with the curtains closed?
- Stop it! She was about to leave.
- Prostitution is prohibited, even for a Frenchman.
- We'll figure it out. at the police station.
- Turn down the volume!
- Stay still, you. Stop bawling.
- He defends his girlfriend. - He received a small bribe in euros.
- Are you like that, Naïm?
- Come on, let's get in your truck.
- I'm the one going up.
[ Arguing ]
...
- Move away. Move away.
- It's time for my session.
[ Striking Kick ]
Are you warming me up?
- What's happening to you?
- You left me with Jackie Chan!
[ Jazzy music ]
...
- I would like my file back. I'm going back to Paris.
- Already? - Yes.
- You don't need this anymore, then?
- What is it?
- The other day.
You left so quickly for your hunger strike
that I didn't give it to you.
The commission met. - But...
- And Mr. Belhadj's replacement gave me this.
Are you happy?
I won't see you anymore, then?
- No.
- Too bad. I liked talking to you.
What do you do for a living? I never asked you.
[ Traffic Noise ]
- My name is Ferid.
Ferid Ouestlati.
I am 42 years old.
I have spent the last 5 years in prison
because I opened my mouth
once in my garden.
I don't remember what I said.
But they heard everything.
- "We'll stop here."
You pay her and she says: "We'll stop here."
What brings you here? Do you have an appointment?
You're early. We are not in the hammam. There are rules here.
You arrive and leave on time, so that we don't run into each other.
Watch yourself if you say you saw Baya here.
Have you seen me here before?
Well done.
- Get out, I'm not ready!
Get out, I say!
Don't look! I'm not wearing make-up!
- You are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
You're not that tall actually!
You're tiny.
No, look.
I had forgotten that I had married a dumpling.
"Io Sono Quel Che Sono" (Mina)
...
[ Soft music ]
...