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Is this the place?

Yes, it is.

Are you sure, Bilall?

Bro, this is it.

Come on, it really is here, bro.

I don't know, man.

Have you got the shit?

Trust me, mate. Come on.

What, man?

Hurry up, man.
We're late.

Hey, you.

Scarface dress code, right?

I told you so.

Go on in, boys.

I swear, you're the man, cousin.
You're the man.

Hey, darling, have you seen Leyla?
No? You don't know.

Girls, have you seen my daughters?

Of course you can't see
through those fake eyelashes.

Brahim, my brother.

Have you seen Amira?
-No.

Useless...

Oh, my God. Are you blind?
Watch out.

Hey, Max Verstappen, come here.

It was the first day of spring,
the day the princess would finally marry.

Her dad had sent invitations
to all of his 3 million Insta followers.

The baker was panicking.

Well, sure. How was he going
to bake biscuits for so many guests?

That wasn't even the biggest problem.

You know what that was?
-No.

The princess wasn't ready
to get married.

So, she grabbed the king by his beard
and said, 'Hey, Dad, chill.

Cool it, old man.'

Know what the king said then?

Everyone's waiting for you.
Come on.

The story's not over.

Then the king told the princess...

'If you don't get married soon,
you'll be old and ugly.

No one will want you.'

So, the princess said, 'Okay, fine.'

And she lived happily ever after.
Get up, come on.

This is the day my fairy tale began.
Leyla, the 30-year-old princess...

with a fear of open spaces.

Wait, I'll explain.
It's also called agoraphobia.

Fear of hard-to-escape
places or situations...

where no help is available
if panic symptoms arise.

Everyone has come,
even your favourite aunts.

I heard she never goes out.
-And she's a bad a cook.

And the groom's from Morocco.
-And she used black magic.

And she's a lesbian.
-And no one wants her.

Well, she is thirty or so already.

Pathetic.

PATHETIC

we're swinging Fitlala
we're singing ourselves fit

we're jumping around
yes, that's why, rom pom pom

This diva is my sister Amira.

She's a real pain in the arse,
but the only reason I come out.

My sister from the same mister.
-Where are you?

Didn't you know?

I'm married to the only paramedic
with no sense of time or direction.

She's talking shit.

Dad.
-Sorry, honey.

I'm going as fast as I can.
-Thanks.

Mum will say I'm late.
-Anyway, hurry.

You know Abdelkarim...
-I know he's there tonight.

At this rate,
we'll be in time for the divorce.

Mum, is that the police?
-Is it, Klaas?

Don't worry, everything will be fine.

Hello?

Moroccan women at a wedding.

If you weren't uncertain after a four-hour
hairdo explodes after ten minutes...

they're there...
-Ladies.

...to point out all your shortcomings.

Malika, my ambitious cousin
and neighbourhood Queen Bee...

took a pillow with her as a kid,
so as not to sully her royal bum, playing.

All of the mums at the wedding
hate that she's not their daughter.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,
who's the prettiest darling of them all?

Annoying, isn't it?
Not that it matters in the long run.

Luckily, success is the new beauty.
-Oh.

Hamza and I are going to Dubai
for my first big gala there.

So I'd heard. That's great.
Congratulations.

Speaking of success...

I heard that our favourite MDC
is here tonight.

Did she say MDC?

Moroccan-Dutch Celebrity.

Abdelkarim.
His Ferrari is in the car park.

I won't go home
until I've talked to him.

You were friends, right?
-We used to play Milk Caps.

Perfect.

See if you spot him. It's essential
that I work with him.

Okay.
-Okay.

How are you?
-Fine. I'm working on a children's book.

Sorry, I must take this.

Yes. When are we heading to Schiphol?
Great. Book it.

Hey, whoa. That's Abdelkarim.
Abdelkarim.

Abdelkarim, the golden boy.

He once gave me a sweet
he'd spat upon.

Now he produces so many hits, it's like
he's making the soundtrack of our time.

All the dads at the wedding
hate that he's not their son.

Malika, did you see who's come
to my daughter's wedding?

Yes, Dad, I see.

That's my uncle Ibrahim,
the best-dressed man in Almere.

At least, in his mind.

Remember back in the neighbourhood?
He was so small, but look at him now.

A real Atlas lion.
Wow, wow, wow.

What Ziyech can do with his feet,
Abdelkarim does with his...

Leyla, are you here alone? Pathet...

Let's go over to him.
-I don't feel well. I need some air.

Oh, darling.
When I'm back from Dubai, call me.

I could always use a good writer. Deal?
-Okay.

Come on, Dad.

Thirty and alone at a wedding.
It's still a thing.

Or at least it is for the people
who are alone.

Not for me.

Mum just gave me the look.
I swear, Amira.

The 'wait till we're home' look?
-Exactly.

Ouch.
-Where are you?

We got held up a bit.

Are you sure this is it?
-Of course I'm sure.

No worries, little one. We're here.

Where are you?

Did Yasmina invite Hindus, too?

Guilty conscience?

Everyone is staring at me.
I was getting flushed.

Let them.
They see what they want to see.

Yes, in you, they see
a successful bachelor with money.

I'm an old, single woman with a hobby
that doesn't earn any money.

Why not work for me at the studio?
-Because I'm so desperate?

A little, yes.
-A little.

What would I do for you?
-Massage my feet, trim my nose hair...

It doesn't matter, as long as
you're with me full time.

Oh, you smooth talker.

I have a few demands.
I want to scout new artists.

I want an office,
so I can work on my book.

Okay, deal.

And I want your next song
to be about me.

Leyla, my queen
oh, darling

I love her
I need her

Leyla, my queen
oh, darling

I want her
I need her

Those are the lyrics?
-The title.

I don't think you're cut out for the job.
-No?

No.

Really?

Gotcha.

Shit, Mum...

What are you doing with my daughter?
-I, uh...

Come here.

Mum, I was going to tell you today.
-Mums know everything.

It's okay.
Your dad wouldn't have minded, either.

But never lie to me again.

Yeah. Hey, we're here.
Pull up, pull up.

Where have you been?
-Don't scream.

Where?
-Chill.

My God.
-Calm down.

We've been waiting for you all day.

Don't scream. You're overreacting.
-I'll scream.

One person comes late, and...
-You could call.

After that night, everyone knew
about Abdelkarim and me.

Really, everyone.

ABDELKARIM SPOTTED
WITH NEW FLAME?

So, the princess fell in love with
the prince who made the best beats.

WHAT A FEELING IN OUR LOVE NEST

What can go wrong
if your life is a fairy tale?

The right answer is: everything.

4 YEARS LATER

How do you go from Netflix & Chill
to Netflix & Nil?

Honestly, no idea.

But I'm sure of one thing.

If you don't watch out, your prince
will gallop away on his white horse.

You try everything.

I MISS YOU. X

But if that doesn't work, there's only
one place to go for love and comfort.

Why are you always so late?
-Be glad we're here, Mum.

Here.
-My handsome lad. Come on, sweetie.

I have ice cream.

One for you.
-Thank you.

Salaam alaikum, everyone!
-Alaikum salaam.

Hi, Najat. Only the best for you.
I've got excellent long peppers...

and I've got leeks.
-Thank you, Ali.

Come on in. You are welcome, Ali.
Come in and sit.

I have my rounds.
-You're sure?

Yes, really. Thank you. Next time.
By the way, you look good in green.

Bye.

There we go.

Abdelkarim and I aren't doing so well.
-Hi to you, too.

He doesn't even notice me.

When you've been married a few years,
you have to try your best. You know...

It's the sound of the police.

Fucking hell.
-Amira.

You're Playboy-hot, girl.
-Maybe he has someone else.

I hope not.
Our relationship has changed, too.

To me, Klaas is
an everyday cheese sandwich.

Salaam alaikum.
-Abdelkarim.

Sorry I'm late.
-You're not. We were early.

Unbelievable.

Come, my son. Sit down.

Let's go to lunch after work tomorrow.

I'm doing a music festival
in Rabat next month.

King Mohammed is coming, too.
-Oh, really? Wow. Wow.

If you talk to King Mo,
tell him to take good care of his wife.

Moroccan kings' bite
is worse than their bark.

That's not an expression.
-Your mama.

Hey, Patries.
-Hey, baby.

Running behind today?
-She'll be done soon.

How are you? That song by
your husband and Alicia X is great.

put it on me
like your wife isn't watching

Mr Bergwijk. Yes.

Hey.
-Sis.

I'll be done soon. This patient just has
a minor problem. Right?

Come with me.

Will it hurt?

Patries, he asked if it will hurt.

Of course it will.
Don't be a wimp.

Do you know what women
have to go through?

Madam, could I borrow that
for a moment?

Pardon me?
-Could I borrow that magazine?

I'm in the middle of an article.
-I just need to read something quick.

But I'm not done.

Just quick.
-There are others.

But I want this one.
-You can't have it.

Are you going to be difficult?
-I believe so.

Okay, then sorry about this.

Rank, rank, rank.
I don't need coffee now.

NEW LOVE FOR HIT PRODUCER

What?

CALL ME WHEN YOU HAVE TIME

WHAT'S THE DEAL
WITH THE ARTICLE?

Leyla.
-Leyla, a photo...

Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, pathetic...

4 MONTHS LATER

The whole family is here.

They're here because they can't wait
to see the pathetic girl.

Look, there she is.
The pathetic, cheated-on woman.

No job, no house, no husband.
-Scoot over. Scoot, scoot.

Come here.

Come on, you can't spend
another month in bed.

What does it matter?
-What does it matter? You stink.

Abdullah called.
He wants his moustache back.

I made meatballs for you.

I'm not the only one who has
gone to trouble for you. Here.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY,
WORLD'S BEST AUNT, WE MISS YOU.

I'm mad about birthdays.

There you are.
Happy birthday.

happy birthday to you

happy birthday to you

happy birthday to you, dear Leyla

happy birthday to you

happy birthday to you

happy birthday to you

happy birthday to you, dear Leyla

happy birthday to you

Yes, pull up.

One word on the elephant in the room.

I swear on my father, God rest his soul,
if I run into him, I'll punch him.

It takes two to tango.
-In a tango, one person gets shot.

That's not an expression.
-Enough.

Why? She's talking about someone
who met the king in person.

Dad, don't.

The king's relationship isn't perfect.
-God forgive us.

Leyla will easily find a new man.
-Not like Abdelkarim.

A man who accidentally falls
cock-first into a colleague?

Amira.
-There are enough fish in the sea.

Amira is right.
-Thank you.

What do you mean?
-There are loads of fun men.

More fun than me?
-I'm just saying, if you weren't there...

You'd have someone else?
-Well...

Exactly, sis.
-All I'm saying is...

A good marriage is the basis
of happiness and success.

When the publisher reads Leyla's
manuscript, success will come.

Wait, what?

What was that?
What publisher?

I may have sent your manuscript in.
You'll be the Moroccan Annie M.G.

She could have done that
when she was married to Abdelkarim.

Are you still on about him?
-Who do you think you are?

What do you want? You're older.
-You're taller, but use your brain.

Klaas, say something.

Everything will be okay.

COME TO THE OFFICE SOON.
I'VE GOT A JOB FOR YOU!

INSUFFICIENT BALANCE
ORDER CANCELLED

Fuck my life.

Fuck it.
Fuck it so much right now.

Leyla.

Leyla.

Come here. Look how young
Dad and I were here.

How old were you here?
-22, I think.

And Dad?
-Dad was 33 or 34.

He looked like a movie star.
-He was handsome, like Omar Sharif.

The whole neighbourhood envied me.

He was a good person and handsome.
He had it all.

Lucky duck.

He sent me this photo
when he was working in a steel factory.

His parents asked for my hand,
and my parents agreed.

Then they sent him this photo.
Look how young I was.

You were so pretty.

What did you expect?
I still am. It's a gift.

I didn't want to come
to the Netherlands, not at all.

Why did you then?

Fate.

Times were different then.

It's been six years since he died.

I still think of him.
I miss him every day.

I'm lucky I was married off to him...

or I would've been
pathetic and single, too.

You never know
where you'll find love.

You mean you want to marry me off?
-Of course not.

But at least I can help you
look for a man.

Mum, it's the 21st century.
And I'm not that desperate.

I know. But you want kids
and your own house, don't you?

You were happy with Abdelkarim.

That wasn't an arranged marriage.
The very idea. Sorry.

I just want you to be happy.

You just want grandkids.

Sorry, but I really don't need Mum's help.

What?

So, it was that easy.

The prince has caught his next prey
and is moving on, and I...

I'd locked myself away in the tower.
Fuck that.

Anything he can do,
I can do ten times better.

No, then I could start
with an online broker.

I could have gone pro,
but you know how it goes.

You're Abdelkarim's ex,
aren't you?

We'll have loads of healthy babies.

Do you go back to Istanbul each year?

I have a mix-tape.

Could you give it to Abdelkarim?

I'd recommend Morocco to anyone.

I'd buy you anything.

Okay, I admit that clearly
wasn't a success.

But I'll never ask my mum for help.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to ask
for help sometimes.

You want me to set you up
with a man?

I have nothing to lose.
-Of course, I'm happy to look for one.

Mum, don't tell Amira, okay?

You know what you need? A toyboy.
A hot guy who will really...

Okay...

...reset you and get your engine
going again.

Try three asses, and you get a bird.
-That's not an expression.

Your lame dating profile isn't
an expression. Let me fix it.

What's your log-in?
-Since when are you a dating expert?

You met Klaas...
-You met Klaas... Log-in.

Leyla86. Password: fuck the princess.
Don't judge.

You don't believe me.

Hello there. What if I told you
this lovely lady is up for grabs?

She's funny, creative
and as you can see, really hot.

How does that sound?
-Good.

But...
-But what? Too exotic for you?

No. No, I'm gay.

Do your thing, bro.

As I said, you're no expert.

Come on, it's not an arranged marriage.

Okay, if it makes you happy, do it.
-Great.

What will Mum think?

Keep Mum out of it, please.
-Of course, sis.

Dating is haram.

It won't be long.
Dr Idrissi is very busy today.

No...
Don't you ever look good in photos?

Hello, Ghariba, how are you?

How's Youssef?

He's getting married? Too bad.

Sorry, I meant...

Hobbies? She has none.

I'll let her know.
Insha'Allah.

Her sister, Naima.
You know, the neighbours' girl.

You almost made me break my vase.

MARRAKESH

No, no.

Bingo, bitches.

Who's next?

Don't say a thing.
I know all about you.

Malika's cousin and the ex
of he-who-must-not-be-named.

You live in Almere,
go to McDonald's often...

and based on your outfit, you have
no idea where you've come to work.

Rayan, personal assistant
extraordinaire.

I only work for strong women.
Actually, I'm too hot to work.

Leyla, storyteller extraordinaire,
strong woman in strange times...

looking for a job to...
become hot again.

Nice.

Welcome to Diamond Events, soldier.

We have a presentation
for the Music Industry Awards.

So, everyone is stressed out.
Luckily, I'm here.

You're meeting with Malika?
-Yes.

When you talk, get to the point.
Time is money.

Also muy importante,
if she requests something...

it's not negotiable,
but a to-do on your to-do list.

But...
-Please, never interrupt her.

Or it'll mean trouble.

You're talking about Malika my cousin,
not Ayatollah Malika?

Is that the Turkish chick in Sales?

Anyway, one tip: be yourself.

What the Moroccan Meryl Streep...

Malika?
-To-the-point.

You...
-Haven't seen you in far too long.

A drink, Leyla?
-Mint tea with four sugars.

Yes, boss.
-Come on, no time to lose.

This is Marketing, Middle East,
Finance and Control...

Human Resources, Sales...

And this is your desk.

Is Sunday your favourite day?
-Okay.

Good. There's enough to do.
I'm happy to rescue family.

Thank you so much, Mal.
If I can do anything for you...

Set up the South American branch
or something, just call and I'll go.

There are files with contracts.
Proof them and send them to Legal.

Can't I work on the presentation
for the Music Industry Awards?

I did work in the industry.

After our class trip to parliament,
I didn't become prime minister, did I?

Didn't Rayan explain how things work?
-I certainly did. Didn't I?

How is your book going?
-Well...

Sorry, I must take this.

Yes? Keep it short.

How much?

I want to be like her
when I grow up.

Leyla, my girl.
I have fantastic news.

He's from a good family.
An ideal son-in-law. Ali's cousin.

He has his own house
and a construction company.

He has a heart of gold,
and he's handsome. Look.

He's not a frog, anyway.

And he's just like Ali.

How do you know what Ali's like?
-Shut up about Ali.

I don't know.
I don't know him.

Why are you being difficult?
-I'm not.

But they must have strange ideas
about me.

What's the problem? Stop that.
They really admire you.

All I want is for you to be happy.
Your happiness is what matters most.

Give me his number.
I'll ask when he's free.

Tuesday, 7.30 PM,
at Safir restaurant. His name is...

Omar, Diederik, Jamal,
Jeffrey, Alejandro.

I told you you'd do well.
-Mum, that boy keeps pushing us.

Just push him back.
-Okay.

Nadia, help your brothers.

Game of Thrones, series one,
is my favourite?

I had to fill in hobbies,
and you have none,

which is pretty sad,
so I had to spice it up myself.

Let him cry.
It's his fault.

What do you think of Roman?
The name alone... Roman.

He's not Moroccan.
-Who are you? 1954?

Sorry, are those your kids?

Yes. Thanks for your interest,
but I'm keeping them.

You're a bad mum.

Say that again, Karen.

You're a bad mum.

Hold my earrings.

Hey, Leyla. You're the first person
I've ever PM'd on this app.

I hate online dating,
but I couldn't resist.

You seem very intelligent
and have beautiful eyes.

I mean it, even if it sounds stupid
with a photo like that.

Photo? What photo?

LEYLA86 -34 YEARLS OLD
ALMERE -MORE DETAILS

Hey, next time you want to help me,
don't.

Hands off, man. Loser.

Wow, my God.

May Allah bless you.

May Allah bless this beautiful.

Mum.

You shall be blessed, my sweet beauty.

Amin will be the happiest man
on earth today.

Look at you.

Hello, lovely lady.

Could I take your jacket?
-Okay.

Come along.
-Okay.

Thanks.
-Have a nice night.

Leyla?

Amin?

Oh, right.
-There we go.

Have you been married off before?

Sorry... Are you always so direct?
-Usually.

But when I'm looking for a relationship,
I rely on family.

To be clear,
this is a regular night for me.

As in a night out for two losers
who can't find love without mum's help?

As in I don't want to look beyond tonight.
-I thought that was the idea of this date.

Maybe we can pretend it's not.

Let's just chat over dinner.
-Oh, so we're really going to eat.

You're funny.

Are you looking to the future?
I don't mind washing up, but I don't iron.

Great, great.
You wash my car, and I'll iron.

Okay, okay.

Look. There you go.
-Great.

Thanks.
-Thanks.

These are my sister's kids,
Nadia and Noah.

Such rascals.

You make lovely children.
Mashallah.

Say something.

This was fun, wasn't it?

Yes, very much so.

I don't know what I'd expected.
-Me neither.

You hear such horror stories.
A first date with the whole family there.

What is it?

Well...

Actually...

There are my cousins Selma and Salwa.

That's my brother Ayoub
and his wife, Karima.

My sister Siham, her husband Ahmed
and their daughter Hanan.

And I'm Aziz.
Nice to meet you.

Amin's little brother.
-Okay.

Bilall and Adil are back there.
Behind you is my brother Abdellah.

And my sisters Naima, Souad, Rachida
and Bouchra, with Annoor.

Oh, and it's my dad's restaurant.

Leyla.

Leyla.

You're such an arse. Arse, arse.

Leyla. Leyla, wait.

I want you to understand something.
-What? That you're psycho?

I'm a family man.
And I took that a little too seriously.

Sorry, I should have told you.
But everything I said tonight is true.

I'm mad about my nephews.

You're funny.

I'll iron your laundry.

And you're beautiful.

It was a stupid error in judgment.
I really regret it.

I haven't had such a nice night in ages.

This was my first set-up, too.
I'm sure it will go better next time.

This was so fucked up.

And fun.

And fucked up.

Ms Idrissi, would you please
give me a second chance?

I'll think about it.

I can't believe you chose that photo.

If there's water,
you needn't scrub with sand.

That's not an expression.
-I did it for you, okay?

TOMORROW: MUSIC INDUSTRY
AWARDS PRESENTATION

Is that your secret
Mister Lover Man?

Speaking of exploitation,
how are you holding up with diva Dubai?

It pays the bills,
and I can finally take my sister out.

Know what energises you?
-What?

Dick.
-Didn't we end this conversation?

Like Fabian. Remember him?
He's hot. He's smart.

My photo made him horny.
-He's available.

Sure, on 'second love'.
-Do it for me.

Do it for Nadia.
She so wants to be a bridesmaid.

I'll give you one good reason why not.

This is where I should have said
that I was dating Amin...

set up by our own mother, but I said...

I'm through with love.

Move it, we're late. Go.

Go, go, go.

What? They all die in the end, okay?

Leyla, Leyla, you are so stubborn,
I had to set you up.

Have fun, babes.

I swear, I'll kill you.
-No talking in the cinema.

Come back...
-Sit down.

I hate my family.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry.
-It's okay.

It's already over?
-Yes.

Was it any good?
-Yes, sure.

But not as funny as your dream,
I think.

Was I talking?

Yes, something about a princess
and a pathetic girl.

Okay...

Hey, wait.

Shall we get a drink?
-I don't think...

I sat still for an hour and a half
so you could sleep.

All right.

Does your family set up all your dates?
-These days, yes.

What a handy family.
-They're handy, all right.

And loud.
-Is it that bad?

They're great,
as long as you feed them on time.

And yours?
-I think they're more mild mannered.

Donnie, Mikey, Ralph and Leo.

They're... hairy.

My parents live in New York.
I only see them at Christmas.

The rest of my annoying family
lives in Belgium.

A single man with four cats.

I associate that with a hermit
who believes in conspiracy theories.

Who says I'm not?
-Crop circles.

Luckily you're between jobs
and have time to take care of them.

Actually, I'm not between jobs.
-Because you're a secret agent?

A terrorist?

Oh, no. You're not an influencer,
are you?

On dating sites, 95% of people
look at what people's jobs are.

It's a bit superficial.

Most women melt...

if they see you have a great job,
rule the world and earn millions.

Oh, yeah. Isn't that nice?

I think it is.

Would you have wanted to date me
if you hadn't seen my photo?

Honestly?

No, I don't think so.

I thought not.

Wait, what are you doing?
-I have to get up early.

Thank you for your honesty.
-No, you don't understand.

There was a book on your nightstand.
-Sorry?

A book by Toni Morrison.
In the photo of you as a nurse.

Without the photo, I'd never have known
you read my favourite author.

Oh, my God.
That's sexy.

I meant to leave after five minutes,
but the summer night...

and his not-unpleasant face
conspired against me.

You really do have nice eyes.

Really. Very, very, very, very nice.

You're a charmer.

Are you charmed?

Then kiss me.

PRESENTATION
IN 30 MIN.

Fuck.

Big problem, babes.

Someone is not happy.
Wring-your-neck unhappy.

Let me guess.
-Leyla.

What is this?

I had to check the presentation.
-The spelling.

Not replace my ideas with your own.

Let's agree that you won't tell me
how to run my business.

I don't tell you how to write your book.

Maybe I should.
Then it would be finished.

Ronnie Flex.

Davina Michelle.

Typhoon.

Suzan and Freek.

Josylvio.

Douwe Bob.

Kensington.

Ilse de Lange.

De Jeugd van Tegenwoordig.

And of course Lil Kleine.

I'm convinced that with this great
location and all-star line-up...

we can give this event the right allure.
Thank you.

Well...

Thank you.

It sounds interesting.

But I don't know
if it's what we're looking for.

An award show at a castle
is a unique selling point.

There are loads of rats there,
honestly.

We'll have to think about it.

There is a Plan B.

This is not the time for another plan.
-I have time.

It's just an idea.

Okay, everyone loves artists.

But what are the artists
without their fans, their family...

their loved ones?

What if we made an awards show...

about artists and the people
who made them who they are?

Artists would never be so successful
without the people behind them.

Let's put the spotlight on those people
and celebrate them.

That way, we'll make a show for
a wide audience, not just the happy few.

What if a hardcore rapper
got an award...

from the beloved neighbour
who minded him after school?

Or if we had a singer
sing a duet with her grandpa...

who's a surprisingly good singer?

It should be a show that everyone
identifies with.

Sheesh, cousin.

With some modifications...

and a location without rats...

we can work with you.

Work it out and e-mail me.
-We shall.

Damn, cousin.

I swear, Super Saiyan shit.

Malika's face when you mentioned
the rapper's neighbour.

I swear, I thought she'd make wind.

Malika doesn't make wind.
-I swear, she does.

I'm promoting you to producer.
But clean up this mess.

Congratulations.

How come you're still single?
-Can you keep a secret?

If Mum and Amira find out
I'm dating two men at once, I'm toast.

Like the rapper?
-Figuratively toast.

But which of the two is better at...
-At what?

You know. Better at, you know...

Oh, fuck.
-I'm not talking to you about that.

You're divorced. Don't play the saint.
And why do you have to choose?

My uncle has three women,
and no one fusses about it, I swear.

Know what?

I'm keeping both.
-What a scandal.

Cheers, baby.

So, sometimes I dated Prince Amin.

Without his family.

And sometimes I spent time
with Prince Fabian.

PRINCE AMIN WAS INCREDIBLY
GALLANT AND SWEET.

BUT PRINCE FABIAN HAD
JUST AS MUCH A HEART OF GOLD.

Sadly, this princess
has a hard time choosing.

THE PRINCESS FELT GUILTY...

BUT DIDN'T WANT TO BANISH EITHER
FROM HER KINGDOM.

You're Fabian, and you're Amin.

Fucking millennial.

You don't have a go?
But it would fit Ronnie's schedule?

Is the plan ready?
-Give me two minutes.

What do you think the chances are?

Seven percent?

Okay. I'll call you back.
I'll think about it. Bye.

Listen, I had that lady Nadine
from the Middle East.

We went out yesterday.
You know what she said?

I'm too vain.

I'm not too vain.

Leyla, have you got
the Studio Main Stage contracts?

Sales.
-Sales, man.

Thanks.
-Weird chap.

But listen, I'm not vain, am I?
Far from it.

I'm getting lunch with Amin.

A PRINCESS WHO CAN'T DECIDE
OFTEN GETS INTO...

Hey, princess.
-Hey, Am...

Oh, fuck.

Crazy news. I'm probably
signing a big deal in Qatar.

Boring?
Is something wrong?

Maybe, yes.

No... Yes. Hang on,
I have to check my work.

Find something nice.
I'll be back.

Hey, lady.
-Not so loud.

Hi
-Hey.

This is a nice place.
-Yeah, great.

Normally, I sit there.

Want to switch?
-No.

I'm waiting for my girlfriend.
She loves that table.

Mine, too.

Funny.
-Great.

She is great.
-And pretty.

That, too.

Very pretty.

My girlfriend is very pretty.
-Mine, too.

Speak of the devil. Hello?
-Hey, sweetie... Are...

You're...
Reach...

Sorry, I can't hear you.
-Outside.

I'll step outside.

Hello? Leyla, can you hear me?
Leyla.

Sorry, work. It's so busy.
I have to forge ahead.

Okay.

Why don't we do something fun
tomorrow?

The park, I guess?
-Yes. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Okay. See you tomorrow.

Fuck.

You okay? I couldn't find you.

What are you doing?
-I was looking for my handbag.

It's a brief performance: come on,
track, applause and that's it.

We need to talk about the artists.
-One second.

I'll call you back.

Darling Leyla, desperate times
call for desperate measures.

After weeks, you haven't even
booked two artists. I had no choice.

Let me guess. Malika didn't tell you.
-Unbelievable.

Maybe we can work together.
There was a time we were good at it.

You mean the time before you let
a singer sing in your own mic. That time.

You have every right to be angry.
-Thank you. You're so understanding.

Abdelkarim, I want to introduce you
to someone.

What a stupid idea.

I swear, Malika was hit by the night ass.
-What ass?

Work with your ex. How?

You wouldn't ask Geert Wilders
to make couscous.

There's just one thing for it.
He has to clear off, and quick.

Fuck Abdelkarim.

Without him, no artists.
Without artists, no show.

Devilish dilemmas.

Why not stop working?
Fabian is swimming in money.

Oh, that's emancipated.

If you don't, I'll go out with him.
-Or I will.

Or I will.

Honestly.

Just to chill, mate.
He's loaded.

I mean it, I'll call him.
-Klaas will love that.

Easy for you to say.
You still have your rosy glasses.

Or find another guy,
before you tire of him.

But she has.

Leg day. Oh, that hamstring.

Come on, darling. Chin up.

You're a fighter, G.
-Crush that piece of scum.

Come on in.

Hi.

Hey.

Wow. Oh, so tasteful.

Wow.

The idea of the show is:
it's different.

We've only kind of succeeded:
it's more a circus than an awards show.

Martin Garrix is in.

Numidia, too.

Okay, great. If that's the case,
we'll end with Numidia.

You know what's mad?
-This situation.

I have no idea how our marriage failed,
but I remember how it started.

We should have had this talk
a year ago, not now.

Can't we talk about it now?
-You want to talk?

Yes.
-So, tell me. How is your fiancée?

And where is she?
-On tour.

I haven't missed her at all.
-Oh, poor thing.

How's your love life?
-Good. Really good.

Okay, what does he do?
-He does stuff. With property.

Successful. Wealthy. But really...
-Is he Moroccan?

Duh. His dad even owns
a Moroccan restaurant.

Saturdays, we watch his nephews'
football matches. They're so hot.

They're hot?
-Yes, his nephews.

They're hot? Hot how?
Did you get burnt?

Hey...

Leyla, you're all I ever wanted.

Oh, no, no, no.

Meeting here wasn't such smart move.

So I'll... I'll see you tomorrow
at the office, nine o'clock.

Hey, Leyla come on. Wait.

She has the hottest, richest man
in Western Europe.

But she decided to work for a pittance
with her ex for slave driver Malika.

Do you get it?

Klaas?

Klaas.

PIKE BOSS
44 YEARS OLD

JORGEN VAN ZAND
36 YEARS OLD

GEORGIO 6 PACK
29 YEARS OLD

I'm sure I'm going to love it there.

So, you'll work hard, and I'll leave
everyone and everything behind.

For two years.
-To have the time of your life.

With you.

Who else?

Let's just do it.

A change of scenery.
Excitement. Adventure.

Lots of sand.
-Something completely different.

What's keeping us here?

You'll have time to work on your book.
It's a great opportunity for me and you.

You've thought it all out for me,
and all I have to do is say yes.

My nephews have been
bouncing up and down...

since they found out
they'll be VIPs at the show.

Tell them they have to sleep.
Auntie Leyla and Ronnie Flex say so.

I'll pass it on.
-Okay.

Leyla, you know
I'm very happy with you.

You're smart, beautiful, funny...

What are you doing?
-I think I'm ready for the next step.

What do you mean next step?
-To finally talk to your mother.

About what?
-About us, our future.

Couldn't you have talked to me
about it first?

I just thought...
-You thought, yes.

Know what?
-I don't want to talk about it.

Leyla, I want to tell you something.

What are you doing here?

I'm leaving Klaas.

What did he do?
-Nothing. That's the problem.

What do you mean 'nothing'?

I see you and how exciting
and adventurous your life with Fabian is,

and I look at Klaas and think:
I'm not feeling it any more.

And Nadia and Noah?
-'Mummy's spending the night at Gran's.'

I just can't believe it.
-Well, get used to it.

I mean, I can't believe we're both
living with Mum again now.

I know.

I miss Dad.

Me, too.

Me, too.

Just, if the music comes on, you go...

Looking for this?
-Oh, thank goodness.

You still leave your phone on the toilet.
-Old habits...

Well, it is a little gross.

We put together a nice show.
-Yes, it's going to be so cool.

I never thanked you.

For everything you did for me.

You had your career
when we got together.

I only made it big
when we were together.

You stopped writing your book.

That had nothing to do with you.

All that, so I could build my career.

It's high time we celebrated you.
-What do you mean?

Sorry, this is the last time
I'm hitting pause.

But the man I was married to
for four years...

is asking me to hand out an award
in front of a trillion people.

Oh. Oh, no, no, no.
That's never going to happen.

Nope.
-You deserve it.

I'm really not going to do that.
-Here, take it. I say it's perfect.

I say fucking hell.

What's perfect? Or do you mean
my skin? In that case, thanks.

Leyla's handing out an award.
-No, I'm not.

Sorry, I don't follow.

For all she's done for us.
The best artist award.

That's the last and most important one.

And I don't think Leyla's interested.

It's happening.

You've made your point, thanks.

Leyla, my queen
my darling

I love her
I need her

You remembered.

What's the meaning of this?
-Is it true?

Are you back together?
-Are you?

Since when are you snogging?
-It's nothing.

'Nothing'?
Do you take me for a fool?

What do you think Fabian thinks of this?
-Fabian? Who is Fabian?

Fabian, Mum, is your son-in-law-to-be.
-Son-in-law? You mean Amin?

Amin? Does Fabian already have
a Muslim name?

Ali and I set Leyla up with Amin.

The internet and I set Leyla up
with Fabian.

Oh, my God. What is all of this?
Fabian or fable?

I introduced you to someone from
a good family, to marry and have kids.

You should spend less time working on
your book and more on your own story.

Shame on you.

LEYLA AND ABDELKARIM
BACK TOGETHER?!

ABDELKARIM CAUGHT WITH HIS EX!

WHAT A WHORE!!

I DON'T GET WHAT YOU'RE DOING.

CALL ME

LET ME KNOW IF YOU'RE OKAY

YOU'RE JOKING

FABIAN:
I DON'T UNDERSTAND...

FABIAN:
WHO ARE YOU, REALLY?

Come on in.

We made it...
-You're making a mess.

FABIAN: I'LL FORGIVE YOU
IF YOU GO TO QATAR WITH ME.

FABIAN:
SATURDAY, TERMINAL F.

I really feel for him.
-Amin is a man. He'll forget it soon.

The whole family is angry with us.
-They're always angry.

They get angry if I breathe too hard.
If I sneeze, 'Shame on you.'

Forget about them.

Here.

Thank you, Ali.
Go back to work. I'm sure you're busy.

Right.
-Thank you.

There's nowhere I need to be.

Go and sit down.
I'll cook for you tonight.

I won't sit.
-Or the world will collapse?

Go and sit down.

Go on.

So, tell me about your other daughter.

The Musical gala of the year:
the Music Industry Awards.

Tomorrow, live.
-Who cares?

Dear Leyla, thank you for sending
your wonderful manuscript.

Sadly, we won't publish it...

as between you and me,
the Editor-in-Chief is a bastard...

who is afraid to work with
someone so controversial.

He doesn't get what this book
could mean to a growing girl.

I know this e-mail means nothing to you,
but I did want to tell you: you moved me.

I hope you don't give up
and keep telling your story...

no matter who wants to hear it.
Yours truly, a lost princess.

friend, friend, friend
friend, friend, friend

Oh, fuck.
-Rayan.

Wow. Today's your big day, Captain.

Have you got hold of Leyla?
-She's not answering.

Switch to Plan B.
-But...

No arguing.

Numidia, Snelle and Alicia X
are frontrunners

for the Music Industry Awards.

Time for bed, you little rascals.

One more Princess Leyla story.
Please, please, please.

I'll be right there.
-Yes!

Klaas.

I want to thank you.
-What for?

You're my sister.
You're always welcome.

Thank you.
-Don't sweat it.

The princess hopped on her turbo horse
and galloped off toward the horizon.

The end.

Come here, you.

Come on, get out of here.
Go to bed.

Good night.

Aunt Leyla?
-Yes, sweetie?

Why is the princess always
so unhappy?

Unhappy?

She's in love.
Then you're happy, right?

It's just a really complicated time
to be a princess.

Why?
-Why? Why?

Because there are lots of other people
who expect a lot from her.

What if there were no other people?
-Well...

Then you still have yourself.

But how does the princess
become a queen?

What?

How does the princess
become a queen?

How does the princess
become a queen?

Klaas.

I need you.

Chop, chop.

Where are you going?
-The airport.

You're not leaving the country, are you?

Klaas I don't want to pressure you.
-I'm an ambulance driver, you know.

PLEASE TAKE YOUR NEPHEWS TO
THE AWARDS TONIGHT. TRUST ME.

we're swinging Fitlala
we're singing ourselves fit

we're jumping around
yes, that's why, rom pom pom

we're jogging Fitlala
we'll bounce ourselves fit

we're jumping around
yes, that's why, rom pom pom

It's great you found a babysitter.
-What?

It's great you found a babysitter.

Fabian.

Leyla.

Where's your suitcase?

You're not going.

Why are you here then?

To tell you you're fantastic.

Sweet, smart, sincere...

and so handsome it hurts.

And I'm here to say I'm sorry.

I was so busy searching for...

for something...

that I lost myself.

And you...

You have to stay here
to find yourself.

Well...

A princess has to do
what a princess has to do.

Have a good trip, sweetie.

Have a good trip, Leyla.

Ali?

Yes, I...

I came to see
if you're having a better day.

I made harrira. Come in.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to the Music Industry Awards.

A brand new concept.

So, of course, we're going to party.
Are we ready?

Hey, we're right on time.
Come on, let's go.

This is your chance
to show who you are.

I know being there is
your biggest nightmare...

but I know...

It will all work out?
-You bet.

Evert, don't get tough with me.
Do you know who I am?

Tone it down with Evert.
-Sorry.

Calm down.
-Sorry, Evert.

I'm here.
-Yo, what the fuck, tiger?

Where were you?
-At Klaas's.

Do you know how worried we were?
-I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you.

When do I go on?
-You're not.

What?
-We couldn't reach you.

We got someone else.

I have to do this.
-You won't do a thing.

You won't embarrass yourself
and us one more time. Full stop.

Ladies and gents,
I'm loving this evening. You, too?

How much are you loving it?
More. More.

The first award is being handed out
by a very special, sweet woman.

Let's hear it for Khadija Hemria.

That's my mum.
It's really cool she's doing this.

May I sit here?
-Sure. Is that rapper Sjors?

Good evening. My name is Khadija.
I'm Sjaak's mum.

Sorry, I promised I wouldn't cry.

I'm so proud to be here to present
the award for best new artist.

Fatima, isn't that Amira's dishrag?
-It does look like him.

Klaas? What the...

I'm Jeffrey, and I'm a huge fan of Gianni.

So, I'm extra proud to present
the award for best song.

Thank you, Jeffrey.
Without fans, who would we be?

And thanks to my main man Klaas.

Daddy.

Let's hear it once more for Numidia.

It's finally time for the last category
of the evening: the best artist award.

It, too, is being presented
by someone special.

Let's hear it for Miss Morocco.

Miss Morocco.

Is that Leyla?
-It looks like her.

No way.
-Aunt Leyla.

Hello.

Hello.

I'm not Miss Morocco.
Certainly not.

Then why are you here?

Right, why was I here again?

I'm...

I'm here to present
the award for best artist.

And... And the winner is...

I STILL LOVE YOU
X AP

How does a princess
become a queen?

Tell them.

What do you see when you look at me?

A woman scorned?

A cheater?

A gold-digger?

A whore?

You can call a woman who doesn't do
what you want her to do a whore, right?

Don't worry. I'm not here to shame
anyone. I'm no better myself.

It's what we're taught.

It starts with the fairy tales we tell.

The princess must always
be woken with a kiss...

try on the glass slipper...

get home before her carriage
turns into a pumpkin...

Or she swaps her voice for two legs,
so she can run to her prince.

That's what we tell our daughters.

That it's heroic for a princess
to give up her voice...

to succeed in love.

And we see her running,
without a voice, hair in the wind...

wearing a crown,
with her Insta-perfect face...

and then: bam.

She hits the ground.

This show is one, long ode to those
who dare to pick us up at those times.

Even when we're flat on our face
and everyone's spitting on us.

But recently, I've learnt
something important.

Ultimately, they too,
even if it's out of love...

try to cram you back into that
perfect image. And what do we do?

We try so desperately
to meet others' expectations...

that we no longer hear our own voice.

We let our most precious things go...

because we're always thinking about
what we can get, not what we have.

We hurt others.

Often those who love us most.

We retreat behind the walls we build.

If no one sees what we feel,
no one can ever get too close.

And at the end of the day,
what have we achieved?

Thundering applause
for finally being accepted.

How long are we going to
keep doing this?

How long am I going to
keep doing this?

Fuck that.

I'm not pathetic.

I don't need to be saved
or woken with a kiss.

I don't need your approval.

And I certainly don't need to be
with someone to feel complete.

I'm Leyla Idrissi.

And that is more than enough.

Yes. Oh, yeah. Yeah, man.

Brava, brava.

That speech. She gets that from me.
-And that jawline, from me.

And the award goes to...

Alicia X.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

6 MONTHS LATER

You sure, bro?
-Yes. It was on the invitation.

What's up with this outfit?

I don't know, man.
You flashed me last time, too.

And you're still talking a lot, bro.

Anyway, I'll follow you. Come on.

Nervous?

A little.

Very nervous.

I'll see you later, okay?
-Okay.

Hey! What are we doing?
-Sorry.

You go that way.

Handsome chap.

Are you going to keep this up?

Shut your Botoxed mouth.

I hope your schedule is free
for a while.

QUEEN LEYLA'S CRAZY FAIRY TALES
100% PRINCE-FREE

COMING SOON EVERYWHERE

You're going to make me so rich.

Hey.

I've known love
since I met you

my heart closed
to everything but you and me

we were made for one another

now I know what love is

now I know what love is

I'm here, open-handed
and I'll never let you go

starting today, I've decided
that you and I

will be together

now I know what love is

Come on, reggada.

Crazy family.
-God grant us patience.

But I love them.

Well, they are family.

Are we going to stand here
or dance away the pounds? Come on.

And so, this crazy fairy tale
comes to an end.

With a queen who found
her prince on his white steed...

when she wasn't looking for him.

With a princess who fled her castle,
only to discover she already had it all.

And her sister, who after kissing
countless frogs, finally got it.

You don't need a prince to be happy.

PATHETIC