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Are you asleep?

Not yet, why?

Tell me...

what will Ghislaine think
when she hears I died a martyr?

What do you mean?

Will she be sad? Happy?
How will she take it?

There are loads in paradise,

hundreds of Ghislaines, thousands.

Mark them!

Cover the pitch, guys!

Fouad!
Shit, don't let them shoot!

Watch out!

Guys, no one's on him!

- Goal!
- No way!

Admit the ball went in,
if you're not a faggot!

It was a goal!

Now who's the faggot?

Touch my brother again
and I'll beat the shit out of you.

- Beat it!
- Run, guys!

Next one who comes close
gets his tendons cut.

Move it!

They're gonna kill us.

Faster, guys!

Go on, dammit!

Go for it.

Fuck off!

JULY 1994

Shantytown of Sidi Moumen
Casablanca

Give your hands a good rub,
you little jerk.

What are you looking at?

About time.

How are you, Father?

- Hello, Said.
- What's that smell?

Have you been in the garbage?

You took him to play
in that filth again? Dirty kids.

Najat, shut up!

- Mind your own business.
- You're a pain in the neck.

When will you stop
your messing around?

- It's not -
- Stop lying.

Sit down.

I always get bawled out
because of you.

Mom, what's for dinner?

There are six cleaning women.

I'm too old. The boss
will only take me twice a week now.

We'll find you another factory.

Impossible, with all the youngsters
looking for work.

What's Karim doing in the Sahara?

Nothing's happening there.
Your brother will come back soon.

I want him to come now.
Why doesn't he come?

Very well, sir.

Shut up, you squid,
hiding behind your guy.

I'll do you up the ass!

Beat it, you bastards!

If I see you again,
I'll smash your skulls in!

Look Hamid,
I found an engine part.

Okay, stop.

The trucks were stripped
before they got here.

Come here, you.

Stop following him around
like a little monkey.

Sell this to Ba' Moussa, for 10 dirhams.
Understood?

Don't let him con you.

Don't let his beard fool you,
he's an asshole.

- Don't worry.
- Watch out.

Go.

Hey, dickhead,
are you messing with me?

Do you need a lifetime
to repair that engine?

What do you want?

My brother Hamid
wants 10 dirhams for that.

Tell me, who fucks who?

What is this crap?

My brother Hamid said,
"10 dirhams, or you give it back."

Your brother Hamid
can go fuck himself.

Fuck off or I'll give you
a good hiding, runt.

And you, say hi to your mother.

Tell her I'm keeping
a nice part for her.

What?

My brother Hamid
wants 10 dirhams or nothing.

Your brother Hamid?

Beat it!

- I'll tell my brother.
- Fuck you and your brother.

Who does he think he is?
Tarzan?

Lousy kids.

And you, move your ass.

Madani.

A coffee.

- Ask Nabil.
- I don't have time.

Hamid.

I am the great Lev Yashin.

How about this?

He's called Lev Yachine.
He's Russian.

Do you know what a Russian is?

I take it everywhere.

You never showed it to me.

He's the best goalie ever.

You'll be like him.

Have you seen Fouad?

Ghislaine, how are you?

I'm looking for my brother.

Don't worry.

My girlfriend will soon be back
from the States.

He'll give you
the worst hiding of your life.

You'll beg him to stop.

I'll go and see.

Move it.

He's not there, go on in.

Stand up straight.

Thanks, Yachine.

They're losing against Saudi Arabia.

Morocco hasn't been humiliated
like this since '79 against Algeria.

Listen.

Said, be quiet.

Thank God.
Where have you been?

Do you want to drive me mad?
Do you want to kill me?

Why are you shouting?
I was with friends.

Your friends
are tramps and crooks.

You spend all day with them.
Look at the time.

Your little brother's only just got in.

Where were you?

Younès, Khadija's son,
was beaten up yesterday.

I know.

- Why are you so late?
- No one can touch me here.

Who do you think you are?

- Cool shoes.
- Do you like them, Mom?

And how about this?

Perfume.
I'm glad I've got you, my son.

I have a man by my side.

Go and eat.

Take that and buy us
some meat tomorrow.

I haven't forgotten you, Mom.

God bless you.

Still thinking about Ba' Moussa?

I'm a fool
to have let him make fun of me.

Ba' Moussa's too big for you.

- Can I try them on?
- They're too big for you too.

Father, do you smell
something good here?

Hamid, don't overdo it.

All those in the front row
come from the medina.

From the neighborhood
where I grew up.

And the dark-skinned one?

He's the bodyguard
of a sheik in the Emirates.

- What's he doing here?
- He's the groom's cousin.

He left without a penny
and look at him now.

Your father's calling you.

Go on.

And bring back our Tamou.

Lousy cop.

Do you think he's taking her
to the wedding?

Where else?

One day, I'll kill him.

Look at how the bodyguard
moves his ass.

The sheik he works for must like that.

- What's with the captain?
- Pitbull? Who cares?

Hey, guys, look what I found.

Shall we drink it at my place?
My mother's busy.

Hear that? We're going
to live it up on Tamou's bed.

You go, I'm fine right here.

We're going. What a prick.

Don't move, you.

It's okay, get up.

Congratulations to the newlyweds!

Good-bye
and see you again soon!

Our King Hassan II died today
in Ibnou Sina Hospital in Rabat.

God take his soul.

I'll be back soon.

Don't let anyone in.

And now a speech
from our new king, Muhammad VI.

JULY 1999

Hamid!

Hamid, come here.

- Where's your brother?
- What's going on?

You're asking me?

- Where's your brother?
- He's got a game.

Get him and bring him home.

Cover the pitch!

Mark him!

Fouad, don't let him shoot.

Yachine.

Nabil!

Nabil, watch out!

Hey, take it easy.

Calm down!

What's your problem, son of a bitch?

Beat it!

Clear off!

Move it!

He almost poked my eye out,
the swine.

- Wait for me.
- Khalil, you're a pain.

- Guys, you know the king is dead?
- We know.

Move it.

- Yachine, your coffee.
- Thanks, Madani.

- New postcard?
- It came this morning, from Italy.

- Guess who sent it.
- Who?

Adnane and Omar, from Milan.
Remember them?

- They made it to Italy?
- Yes.

Why are you telling me this?

Did you hear?
Adnane and Omar are in Italy.

Where did they find the money?

They must have offed someone.

If I'd signed with a club,
I'd be living the good life.

Remember Azeddine?
If he'd sobered up, he'd be the star of Raja.

- It's not too late for you.
- Yeah, right.

Not too late, my ass.

- Got anything to smoke?
- Nothing.

You never do.

Come on, let's go.

Come on.

Sons of bitches, in Italy.

- What about the coffee?
- Tomorrow.

What do you take me for, a fool?

Fouad.

He's not here.

- How are you, Ghislaine?
- Fine.

- Where is he?
- Don't know.

- I haven't seen you around.
- I'm learning how to sew at the center.

- Great. And your grandmother?
- She's fine.

Ghislaine, come and help me.

I have to go.

Fouad isn't here.

Come on.

You're not stupid,
you knew Fouad wasn't there.

Bullshit.

Don't treat me like a fool.

Mi Lalla must have plans for her
and it won't be a deadbeat like me.

His shoes were shiny as a mirror.

And he gave me
a brand new 20 dirhams note.

If they were all like him, I wouldn't be
stuck here staring at your dumb mugs.

Your father's the dumb one.

Seriously, I have two pals
who rent space in the medina.

- They live like kings.
- Stop going on about the medina.

Idiot. You can live it up there.

You find whatever you want
in the medina.

Even their dope is the best.

Need a job?
The port's right there.

Not like these bastards
who build a factory next door to us

and bring in workers from outside
as if we were lepers.

No way I'd work at the factory.

If you want to make money,
work with your brother.

- He won't let me.
- He gives Amine work but not you?

- He tells me to sell oranges.
- Oranges.

Oranges?

He's messing with you.

It's good stuff.

Give me some more.

Cops!

Get the one running off.

- More.
- It's the same as usual.

- The price has gone up.
- That's all I've got.

- Move.
- Let go of me!

Hurry up.

Beat it.

Hurry up, we're late.

I've got a headache,
I slept badly.

Why?

I'm sick of this job.

Sick of selling oranges?
You want to be a lawyer?

I want to work with you.
Why Amine and not me?

What's special about him?

Tell me.

I've told you. It's not for you.

If something goes wrong,
we can't both go under.

Who'd take care of the house?

Of our mother?

Have you thought about her?

Get to work.

You still don't want
to settle down, Tamou?

- When I'm hungry, do you think of me?
- You'll get yourself stoned.

Do you bring me food?

- You'll be stoned to death.
- Let go of me.

- We don't want you here.
- Will you feed my son?

Mind your own business.
It's my living.

I too fear God.

That's right, slut, get lost.

Not bad, Yachine.

Khalil, head it.

- What's the big rush?
- Pitbull is packing his stuff.

- Now?
- Yeah, now.

Hurry up, Nabil.

Pitbull transferred.
That's good for us.

I'll miss the motherfucker.

Transferred?
Just watch me transfer him.

Son of a bitch.

Throw it, if you have the balls.
Are you a girl?

- He hasn't got the balls.
- If I do, you pull down your pants.

- Show us what you've got.
- Will you pull down your pants?

- Do it or shut it.
- Watch and learn, motherfuckers.

- Do I have balls or what?
- Run or they'll fry them for you.

Come back, we know them.

Get in.

Pitbull! Pitbull!

The drinks are on me, guys.

Drinks all round.

Him or another,
what's the difference?

The real problems will start
when there's no station here at all.

And they leave us here
with these louts.

Pitbull...

adios.

He'll kill you if he catches you.

- Come again?
- You threw it in his face.

So what?

And you...

You'd have pissed your pants, dipshit.

What?

Pissed my pants?

I'll beat the shit out of you,
motherfucker.

- Hamid, calm down.
- It's okay, Madani.

- We're having fun.
- Is that what you call it?

Have a swig.

To Pitbull.

Hamid, go and get some air.

Madani, let go of me!

You should thank me...

for having smashed his face in!

- Sit down.
- Let go of me.

Police! Open up!

What's going on?

What has he done?

He didn't do anything.

Let go of me!

Let go of my son,
he didn't do anything!

My son!

- Mom!
- Let go of me, you!

My son didn't do anything!

My son!

Hamid.

That's not
what you charged my brother.

I can't do it for less.

How come you could for him?
I can't hack it at this price.

I can't.

You don't want to, you mean.

That's the deal.
Take it or leave it.

Make up your mind,
my clients are waiting.

Here. You'll ruin me.

This is my spot.

Aziz told me to come here.

That's always been my spot.

Don't bug me,
talk to Aziz about it.

- How's business?
- No complaints.

Kid, who do you work for now?

My brother.

Which one? The crazy one
or the soldier in the Sahara?

Right, the one in jail.

- It's my spot.
- If you want it, you work for me.

Otherwise, I won't protect you.

- I work for no one.
- No one?

Tough guy, huh?
We'll see about that.

What's going on?

- Tell me.
- Nothing.

- Tell me what's wrong.
- I'm thinking about your brother.

The house isn't the same
since he left.

I'm afraid for him. I've had no news.

I can't even afford to visit him.

Don't worry about him,
he'll get by.

What makes you so sure?

At least he brought money home.

I will too, soon.
I'll be able to help.

What's so funny, idiot?

Father, are you all right?

Can't you see he's choking?
Fetch him some water.

- Water.
- I can't take it anymore.

Aziz lurks around here.
If he sees you like this, he'll beat you.

He can go fuck himself,
him and his oranges.

Come and work with me
at the work-site.

Pay for that orange.

I only pay with shoe wax.

If you like,
I'll wax your ass with cream.

Just try it.

- Shall we split?
- I'm not going anywhere.

Is this all?

Are you trying to con me, asshole?

That's all I earned, I swear.

You dare to swear,
you heathen?

You're a good-for-nothing.

You scare the customers.

Always taking drugs.

I'm not a junkie.

I'm a fool to let you work here.

Get lost.

Get washed, you stink.

Go on, move it.

What are you staring
at me like that for?

- I don't want to work for you anymore.
- Say again?

Shove your job up your ass.

Son of a bitch, I'll kill you!

Let go of me.

I'll fuck this asshole's mother!

I'll teach you to pay like the others.

Let go of me!

Bring it on if you're a man!
I'll kill you, asshole!

Don't touch me!

Get lost.

- Go on, shoot.
- Tell him to move.

The game is about to start

- One shot and I'll go.
- Beat it.

Hey, black man,
don't stir the shit.

I won't move until you shoot.

We said, get lost.

Do you know who you're talking to?

Lev Yachine.

I don't give a shit
if you're Maradona.

The cretin hit him.

Leave him alone!

- Always fighting.
- Don't bother.

Stubborn as a mule.

Three of them laid into him.

None of your business.

It's getting worse.
You can't see a thing.

I'll find someone.
I'm doing my best.

Yeah, right.

Still nothing.

Tarek, can you hear me?
It's worse like that.

Other way.

Now there's nothing.

Can you hear me?

Tarek?

Good-bye.

You start at his place tomorrow.

Work hard at this job,
it's all you have.

- I don't like that guy.
- Just think about the work.

Do you think
I like him any better?

- God help you, my girl.
- Thank you.

- Are you Tamou?
- Yes.

Look at me, my son.

You won't forget me?

Don't forget me.
I'm your mother.

Come and see me
from time to time.

Here's the address.

I'll wait for you.

Will you come?

- Good-bye, my love.
- Good-bye.

Take care of yourself.

You're lucky to have a house to yourself.

Your mother worked hard,
poor thing.

- Khalil, don't bug me.
- Don't get cross.

Did I tell you what happened
to my friend Adil from the medina?

His father was a baker.

He went to Spain
and found an old man

who paid for everything,
even his papers.

- Now they live together.
- Could you do that?

Do I look as if I could?

Nabil could.

His skin is soft, easy to bite.

You're the one
who always talks about leaving.

Don't you want
to get out of here?

At least over there
you have rights.

Even when you don't work,
you get paid.

If I wanted to leave,
I'd have gone with my mother.

Your mother?
She's just going from one slum to another.

- Is this Tamou's lipstick?
- His darling mom.

Quit messing around,
put that down.

Let him do it, we're just joking.

What's your problem?

You piss me off.

Get lost.

See that?
He looks like a chick.

Here, take your mother's lipstick.

He's throwing us out of his villa,
the bastard.

You spend your days doing fuck all.

Go on, beat it.

- Noureddine? What's going on?
- Crazy motherfucker.

Ba' Moussa,
what's wrong with Noureddine?

He's left. Get to work.

Is he coming back?

What's it to you?

My friend Yachine could take his place.
You'd like him.

- Is his brother still in jail?
- Yes.

- What did he get?
- Two years.

Is he a good mechanic?

No, but he's a hard worker, you'll see.

- Can you give him a trial?
- Okay.

- He's not afraid of hard work.
- I said okay.

You let him work on the moped alone?

He learned fast.
You'll see, it'll start

What if he can't do it?

- What good does that do me?
- I'll repair it myself.

Trying to con me?

Great job.

- Let us go for a ride.
- Go on.

Go on, drive.

Madani.

Let's go to Ghislaine's
embroidery school.

Ghislaine? Have you still
got her on your mind?

She's never been off it.

I'd go to the end of the world
for my pal.

- I've come to see a girl.
- No one enters.

Just a quick word.

If you want to talk to her,
wait until 5:00 pm.

He's like her brother.
Don't go imagining things.

I don't imagine anything.
Brother or not, no one enters.

Who do you think you are?
A bank guard?

Let's go.

Lousy guard, stupid old fool.

He thinks he's a cop.

Faster.

I'll see her,
whether he wants me to or not.

Fouad, you dog,
are you afraid for your sister?

- Fouad, what's up?
- Yachine, what are you doing here?

An errand for Ba' Moussa.

- Ghislaine, how are you?
- Fine.

What sort of errand?

Is it true
that you're learning how to sew?

Ba' Moussa sent you on an errand
dressed like that?

What is it to you?

I've learned lots of things.

She's got lots of clients,
they want to work with her.

- It's true, I've got a lot of work.
- That's great.

- Grandmother wants a husband for her.
- What are you talking about?

- Don't believe him, he's crazy.
- Are you joking?

Do I look as if I am?
We need someone to get us out of this slum.

Why do you think I walk her home?
So that no vermin can sully her honor.

She's right.

Don't listen, he's talking rubbish.

No, he wants what's good for you.
So does your grandmother.

Bye. Move it.

Bye .

The Russians are bombing Grozny!

Shut up, Said!

You haven't opened
the perfume I brought you.

- Mother, you haven't -
- I'll open it.

According to our information -

SEPTEMBER 2001

...an armed commando
has hijacked a plane

and flown it into one
of the twin towers in New York.

A second plane
has just hit the other tower.

They got them.

Over 3000 people
work in this tower.

Supporting Al Qaeda
is a religious duty.

Fatwa of Sheik Abou Oubaida
the Moroccan.

Two men of Sikh origin were killed yesterday
in the state of California, in the United States.

According to investigators,
these were racist crimes.

The assassins thought
the victims were Muslims.

Yachine.

Your brother's back.

He's near the café.

Go.

- What about your work?
- I'll finish it later.

You're not going anywhere.

It's okay, go.

You've grown.

You've become a man.

Usually she's home by now.

Are you in a hurry?

Guess what.
We have a satellite dish now.

We get tons of channels
and don't understand one of them.

- Want to watch?
- He said he wasn't interested.

It doesn't matter.

Out of my home.

- All of you.
- Calm down, Father.

What do you want from me?

No, sir. All right, sir.

Who is that man?

My son.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you, Najat.

Sit down, my son.

Do you want to eat?

No, thank you.
Tarek made us some tea.

Do you know your brother's working
with that debauched Ba' Moussa?

- Did you tell him?
- Yes.

I'll ask him to find you a job
with some mechanic friends of his.

That's right, you ask him.

Don't bother.

My friends have already found me a job.

- You have a job?
- Yes, in a hardware store.

Thank you, my God.

You're thin,
did you not eat in prison?

I'll prepare you a nice tajine.

Your brother bought some meat.

Some other time.
Tonight, I'm eating with my friends.

Who are these friends?

You really can't have dinner with us?

They've invited me after prayers.

As you wish, my son.

Najat doesn't work anymore.

Her husband made her stop
so she would stay home.

That's what they say, anyway.

Hamid, will you treat your wife
like that too?

Answer. Why don't you speak?

My son.

May God enlighten you, Mother.

I have something important to tell you.

Tell me.

I'm moving in with my friend Nouceir.

Isn't that a little fast?

I really have to leave, Mother.

- What does this Nouceir do?
- He's a serious, cultivated boy.

Perhaps Tarek knows him.
He was goalie at Zriba shantytown.

I don't know him.

He's my age.
He remembers you well.

I said I don't know him.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

We can meet at Nabil's
this evening.

He lives alone now.

Fouad and Khalil will be there too.

It's been a long time
since we all got together.

I can't.

Why don't you come to Nouceir's?

I'll tell you the way,
it's easy.

To pray with you?

If I want to pray,
I do it alone.

Excuse me,
I'm late for work.

Your brother's gone weird.
Has he told you about prison?

- No.
- What do you mean, no?

No. Are you deaf?

Welcome, my son.

Bang on time for dinner.
Thank you, God.

- I brought you fruit and vegetables.
- Thank you, my son.

Tomorrow, God willing,
I'll bring you some meat.

Are you hungry? Eat.

Thank you, Mother.
I've already eaten.

- Is Father out?
- May God help him.

Said, did you listen to the tape
I gave you?

I only listen to the news.
In Arabic, French and English.

Do you want it back?

Listen to it, you'll like it.

Do you know where it's from?

Mecca.

Hamid, you know that
Yachine wants to be like you?

He wants to go and live
with his friend Nabil.

What? Rubbish.

- We've talked about it for ages.
- Calm down.

No need to argue.

Won't you turn off that TV?

Why did you switch it off?
You never miss an episode.

Watch your series.

It doesn't matter, Mother.

It's just a quick visit.

- I must join my friends.
- Stay with us a while.

I'll come again.
Give Father my greetings.

Stay a little longer.

I can't keep them waiting.
I'll come again.

Good-bye, my son.
May God protect you.

- Why did you make him leave?
- What did I do?

Since he came back
he's been avoiding us.

He's become reasonable
and you can't accept he's changed.

Reasonable?

He doesn't want to see us.
Call that reasonable?

We're almost done.

A loose wire in the spark plug.

Almost finished?

That's why I came.

Such beauty.

Kiss me.

- Are you drunk?
- I said, kiss me.

Leave him alone.

Beat it.

You pushed me.

Think you're tough, huh?

Well?

What do you think?

I'll show you tough.

Son of a bitch.

Let go of me, you dog.

I'll take care of your little ass,
son of a bitch.

Don't move, do you hear me?

Help me.

Tomorrow, come to the garage as usual.

Wait for a customer to arrive
and open up.

At the end of the day,
shut up shop and leave...

as if nothing had happened.

Understood?

Nothing happened.

It's Hamid. Open up.

I told you to go to the garage.

- Get dressed and come with me.
- Where?

Get dressed.

We're going to see the brothers
who saved you.

Hurry.

Come in.

- Do you feel better?
- Yes. Can we go?

- Go where?
- To the garage, like you told us.

We met yesterday
but let's not think of the past.

Come.
Abou Zoubeir wants to speak to you.

Hamid told me your nickname.

But I prefer
your real name, Tarek.

Here you will find your path
through prayer.

Collective praying will strengthen
your self-confidence.

I grew up in this neighborhood too.

Like you, I made youthful mistakes.
I paid a high price.

But thanks to prayer

and with the support
of your new brothers,

you will learn courage.

Today, Hamid is strong.

You too can become strong.

Your brother Zaid will guide you,
with God's help.

I'll come back to pay the boss.

What are you doing?
Come on, let's go.

Hamid said to stay until evening.

I don't want to stay here.

Nabil, hurry up.

Your lousy soup
gave me the runs.

- You always have the runs.
- Not before I met you.

Would you like to eat?

No, thank you.

This won't take long.

We didn't see you at the mosque.

Tomorrow morning, God willing,
Hamid will collect you at 7:00 am.

I have things to show you.

- Don't be late.
- What things?

- Are you Khalil?
- Yes.

- And you're Fouad?
- Yes.

What things?

I'll teach you to defend yourselves
so that no one bothers you.

No one bothers me,
and I have to work with my father.

As you wish.

But if you come,
you won't regret it.

- Fouad?
- I'll come.

I'll leave you in peace.

See you tomorrow at 7:00 am.

Did you hear?

Go to bed early and get up at dawn.

He wants us to get up at dawn.
He's crazy.

Well, I'm going.

Me too.

That's right,
learn to protect your little ass.

- Shut up.
- Stop it, Fouad!

I'm not the only one here.

What is this?

- What are you talking about?
- Stop showing off.

This isn't some film.
In real fights, this shit doesn't work.

Do you want to wax shoes
like a slave all your life?

And what do you do?

Stay.

Where do you think you're going?

- We must get back to work.
- The program has changed.

You will stay with us.

We will pray and eat together,
with God's will.

I don't have time.
Fouad, let's go.

Fouad, you are welcome.

What's it going to be?

I'm staying.

Bye, guys.

Please.

We are the faithful
and believe in the oneness of Allah.

We reject idols
and believe only in Allah.

We don't belong to a land, or a tribe,
or even this neighborhood.

Our loyalty is to Allah,

to his prophet and to the faithful,
wherever they may be.

The Jews, crusaders
and apostate governments

try to weaken the Islamic nation.

But they will fail.

For Allah has promised victory
to the Muslims

and defeat and punishment
to the heathens.

Victory will go to those
who follow the path of the prophets

and apply the precepts
of the prophet of Islam.

Stay with me.

Just your brother.

Tarek...

take a seat.

Make room for our brother.

I remember you well.

You played with the Étoiles team.

I told Hamid.

I was a goalie too.
I liked your style.

- Do you still play?
- No.

Neither do I.

But I sometimes watch games.

Do you still have
that photo of Lev Yachine?

You kept it?

- Where did you get it?
- Azeddine gave it to me.

Which Azeddine? Touhami?

He was a friend
of our big brother Karim.

He was the star
of the neighborhood.

He'd be in the national team
if he'd had some discipline.

Do you hear, my brothers?
Discipline is the key to success.

You've not been outside?

I met your mother.
She was worried.

I reassured her,
but you should go to see her.

And Hamid?

I haven't seen him.

No more questions are being asked.
The police are off the case.

Did you know Ba' Moussa had a brother?

He's taking care of the garage,
selling everything.

- Zemama's better than him.
- The refs blind. That was a penalty.

Go for it, Aboucharouane.

Shoot, idiot.

Don't you think it's weird
that they call you Tarek?

What if Hamid comes back?

- So what?
- He won't like it.

- It's none of his business.
- What if he tells Abou Zoubeir?

Don't bug me about that.

- There. Happy?
- Are you mad? Give me the joint.

Did you see
how Zaid broke the plank?

A single blow and he felt nothing.
Like that.

He must be a black belt.

At least.
Even Bruce Lee wasn't that good.

Nouceir told me
that he learned in Belgium.

- He was in Belgium?
- Shit, you ruined the joint.

Smoke and shut up.

Go for it.

Great shot.

What did Abou Zoubeir tell you
when you were alone?

He speaks so well.

I know what you did,

but I don't judge you.

Besides, it's not your fault.

You've lived with rakes and libertines.

They're the criminals, not you.

Would it have happened if you'd grown up
in a healthy atmosphere,

among the faithful
who fear the wrath of Allah?

I don't think so.

But now, you have a chance
to atone for your sins...

and start a new life
as if nothing had happened.

Recite your incantations.

They will be useful
for your apprenticeship.

Glorify Allah.

NOVEMBER 2002

- How much are the potatoes?
- Three dirhams.

Give me 4.5 pounds.

- Have you seen Amine?
- Yes.

Since Real left no one dares
to sell dope anymore.

He can't even look us in the eye.

May God guide him.

- See you later.
- God willing.

I only listen to the news,
in Arabic, French and English.

Don't listen to that nonsense.
It troubles your mind.

Come with me to the mosque,
you'll feel better.

And stop shaving.

Do you think you're a woman?

Said, sit down.

Calm down.

Don't be angry.
It's because he doesn't see you two anymore.

I'm proud of you.
You've taken the same path as your brother.

It's not my brother's path.

It is that of true Muslims
who fear only Allah.

You are right.

But why don't you come
to see us anymore?

Not even for couscous on Fridays.

We thank You, Allah, for this food.

Delicious.

Who cooked it?

Our brother Nabil.

A real chef.

And a real man.

I've decided to move in
with Nabil and Tarek.

Good.

Living in a group is very important.

Our brothers must learn
to live communally.

The problem is
my sister and grandmother.

They will be alone.

- My grandmother is ill.
- May Allah cure her.

Don't worry.

One of the sisters is a doctor.
She will go and visit her.

- May Allah reward you.
- Solidarity is a duty.

Why are we brothers?

To help each other.

And help our families
in case of need.

Abou Zoubeir has his eye on you.

He knows you are
starting your apprenticeship.

And, thanks to God,
you are on the right path.

Hurry up.

I'll perform my ablutions first.

Wait.

Just you.

- You're too close to Abou Zoubeir.
- What?

- All the brothers have noticed.
- He's the emir, it's normal.

He is emir to all of us.

From now on,
you sit and listen like everyone else.

Understood?

It's not my fault if Abou Zoubeir
doesn't spend time with you.

Excuse me, I must wash.

Stop!

Bow to each other.

Bow!

Go and get dressed.

Nabil, Tarek and Fouad.

I have good news for you.

You are going to work with us.

I spoke to Abou Zoubeir
and he gave his consent.

Renounce anger
and you will find paradise.

The enemies of Allah have declared war
on Islam and on Muslims.

They speak of peace and justice
in the world.

The truth is that the heathens
and their apostate vassals

want to fool the Islamic nation,
destroy the call of Islam.

They are wily but Allah will triumph
for His wile is unstoppable.

Our brothers and sisters
are persecuted in Bosnia, in Palestine,

in Kashmir, in Afghanistan.

Our children's throats are slit.

How long will we accept
these indignations?

Still at the embroidery school?

No, I work from home...

and I sell.

That's good.

You saw us?
You should have come.

- I didn't want to bother you.
- You wouldn't have.

Ghislaine.

May Allah reward them.

Since Grandmother's been ill,
they've been sending us food.

He sells computers
and has his own apartment.

Thanks to God.

FEBRUARY 2003

Let us combat corruption
and depravity in this country.

Run!
Apostate policemen.

Allah is great.

Did they hit you too?

No, I'm fine.

Praise be to God.

He who fears Allah
does not fear men.

You're right.

Yesterday, your brothers
corrected a drunkard,

an apostate
who insulted the majesty of Allah.

The apostate policemen
arrested several brothers.

But we are on the right path.
It is they who are depraved.

Power serves the enemies of Allah.

We will not allow it to forbid us
to encourage virtue and combat vice.

What about those who were arrested?

Most have been released.

We are stronger than them
and they know it.

Death does not scare us.

We fear only Allah the All Powerful.

They know that we love death
as they love life.

They are terrified
by our ever-growing movement.

And you, my children,
are part of this wave.

With God's help,
they will not reach you.

Look at your brother.

Even stricken, he prefers to hide it.

That is the sign of a great warrior,
one Allah holds in high regard.

This state of mind enables
better preparation for martyrdom.

You have these qualities
and God is with you.

- What do you want?
- To speak to Nabil.

- Why?
- I have something to tell you.

- Speak.
- To you alone.

- What did she tell you?
- She wants to see you.

Tell her to leave the neighborhood right away.
Understood?

Tell her that if I want to see her,
I'll know where to find her.

It's not licit,
whatever's inside.

You're right,
it mustn't be opened.

- Let's ask Zaid.
- Yes, let's ask him.

I once heard him say,
"Money from adultery is illicit."

What on earth does it contain?

It doesn't matter. It isn't halal.

Who's that?

Be advised, children of Islam,

that the imperial-Zionist conspiracy
is taking over our country

to destroy the last vestiges
of our Islamic civilization...

and to combat all Muslims

who refuse to abdicate
before this diabolical conspiracy.

See how they have decimated
the Islamic state in Afghanistan.

I'm sure you follow in the media

their preparations for invading
Baghdad, in Mesopotamia,

cradle of the Islamic calif ate.

As for our dear fatherland, Morocco,

the mujahideen are persecuted here,
tortured in the prisons,

and no one reacts.

Have we so badly lost our faith?

Where is our love of Islam?

Is it not time to give
these traitors a good lesson?

Allah says, "Oh, you believers,

fight the heathens around you

and let them feel
the hardness within you."

And the Prophet,
may the mercy of Allah be with Him,

says, "If you abandon the Jihad,

Allah will cover you in shame
until you take up the fight again."

Take care, children of Islam,
never to become like those

who cling to life down here
and fear to become martyrs.

Fly, Horses of God,
and the gates of paradise will open for you.

May Allah accept us as martyrs
and open the gates of paradise for us.

- Amen.
- Amen.

I pray Allah will make you prevail
without swaying.

Tonight is no ordinary night.

I bring great tidings.

Praise be to Allah, you have been chosen
among many of our brothers

to give the Nation of Islam back its pride
and to die as martyrs.

You are the hopes of Islam on this earth.

And God willing,
the gates of paradise will stand open for you.

I am happy for you.

Allah is great.

Allah will make you prevail.

Allah is great.

Allah will make us prevail.

The horses of God carry virtue
until resurrection day.

May the mercy of Allah be with you.

He didn't tell us
what that man was called.

Did you see how Abou Zoubeir
behaved before him?

That surprised me too.

Is he the one who chose us?

Abou Zoubeir must have told him about us
and gotten his consent.

Will you come outside?

- Why?
- I want to talk to you.

What?

Will you go?

Will you really do it?

Have you thought about Mother?

She'll never get over it.

They chose us.

Chose?

Didn't you hear Abou Zoubeir?

We were chosen to become martyrs.

- Are you afraid?
- That's not the point.

- I'm talking about our mother.
- And I about martyrdom.

I'm not afraid.

Not afraid?

See how you tremble.

If you're afraid, stay with our mother.

I fear only Allah.

Understood?

On May 9, God willing,
in just a few days,

you will become the heroes of this nation
and will be welcomed to paradise,

alongside the martyrs
who sacrificed themselves for our nation.

Right now, they're lounging
in the delights of the Garden of Eden.

But to attain this honor,
you must be wary.

In the days to come, be vigilant

and respect the security measures.

Don't leave the neighborhood,
avoid public discussions,

don't talk to strangers.

You may visit your families,
but do not linger.

Don't worry about the future
of your families.

Your brothers will care for them.

You could take them off
when your brothers are here.

Do you hear?

Take the headphones off.

We must leave.

Stay, it's been a while
since I saw you both together.

We must go.

At least wait until your father gets in.

He'll be back late, if at all.

I almost forgot, if you pass a pharmacy,
buy me two boxes of medicine.

Like this.

Here's the prescription.

What's wrong?

Very well, Mother.

Don't make me wait, I need this.

Allah bless you, my son.

Good-bye.

God protect you.

- Good-bye, Mother.
- God bless you, my son.

God protect you.

Take care.

How would I know?

Okay.

God willing.

We await instructions.

Zaid.

The operation has been postponed.

Zaid will explain. I must leave.

See you soon, God willing.

The operation must take place
in optimal conditions.

Tomorrow, we set off at dawn.

We must prepare ourselves
to become martyrs.

May Allah give us strength.

We thank You, Allah,
and to You we return.

It'll be my first time in the city.

It's so big.

Only God is big.

Look.

Look at these villas.

The maids, the drivers,
the luxury that comes from Europe.

Where would they get such wealth
if they weren't robbing the people?

They exploit your sweat,
yours and mine.

But they'll burn in hell
with all the riches they amassed on earth.

And it is for us that the gates
of paradise will open.

According to royal protocol,
King Muhammad VI -

MAY 8 2003

...has decided to name
the future crown prince Moulay Hassan,

in honor of his father,
the late King Hassan II.

The kingdom is preparing
to celebrate this birth with joy.

Great festivities have been organized
all over the capital -

Look at those trees.

Such nature.

Look at this, brothers.

Hamid, come and help me.