Original subtitles

This is how I imagine Paris.

LIFE SUITS ME WELL

There he is!

You grew up, little brother!

You can't help it brother.

This is life.

Mustapha.

All my condolences.

I want to smoke.

What happened?

-We were carrying dad and... -Death comes as a surprise, guys.

A cousin of mine was only 25 years old...

How so? No one dies just like that.

I've just called you. Everything was fine.

-Why didn't you do something? -Where were you?

Guys, please, don't fight.

Guys! Stop talking and let's move.

Do you remember this?

Good evening!

Mustapha, a drink?

Sure, it has been a while though.

-A beer? -This isn't the right time.

An orange juice, for you?

I'd like a beer too.

Three beers please.

-A cigarette? -No.

Do you smoke?

What do you do in France?

I did many things.

Today, I'm a chef on a TV show.

What would you like to do?

I don't know.

-He writes poems and lyrics. -Mind your business.

Wow, a poet!

Bravo.

Any girlfriends?

Nonsense questions.

And you?

Brother Jalale, Look!

Bye.

Watch out.

Let's go Mustapha. We aren't staying over.

I don't feel good.

Ismail, are you okay?

I never asked you for anything.

Why did you bring me into this world?

I wish you die sooner than later.

So, you no more suffer.

And you don't die from agony.

You came from Europe to teach him drinking?

Mind your fucking business.

I didn't know you are suffering so much.

It's your right to be angry at the entire world,

but not at those who love you.

What do you know?!

You are sending money from afar.

And sort out the rest yourselves.

I'm sorry, brother Ismail.

This one or this one?

I'll take them, sister.

I'll take them.

Come here, sister.

Be strong, sister.

Be strong.

What are you listening to?

-Mom. -Let me listen.

Go, Layla.

Turn...

Good.

Go back.

Go back.

Wait...wait a second.

Now, tell me.

Fouad. Fouad, is it good now?

Fouad!

Fouad!

I'm tired of calling you. Why aren't you answering?

-It isn't even working! -We'll fix it.

I'm sick of you. You drained me.

-How are you, sir? -I'm good.

-How are you, Ma'am? -I'm fine, thank you.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-How much? -Four dirhams.

-Allo. What? -Sabiri!

-Sabiri! -What did you say!?

-Do you have signal? -Yes. All good.

-Can you hear me? -Yes, I can hear you.

What?

What did you say?

What?

Shut up.

Do you have signal?

Signal. Do you have it?

Yes, yes, it is working. I can hear you.

Hello, Mr. Sabiri. You came at the right time.

-This is a lot! -How so? This is your monthly salary.

Are you attending the Spanish class?

I am very busy, between the post-office, my family...

Let alone the chicken I'm raising.

-Bring your kids, it's for free. -For free?

-For free. -Where?

-At the youth center. -God willing.

And...

God willing.

How is school?

-Going well? -Yes, yes, it's going well.

You are coming tomorrow to the Spanish class?

Yes?

Dad.

-Can you give me 50 dirhams? -50 dirhams?

It's a lot! What for, my son?

It's a great album, Dad.

-It's sold only in Tangier. -Tangier?

20 dirhams for a round trip in a cab.

15 dirhams for the cassette.

And 10 dirhams for a sandwich.

That makes...

45 dirhams.

Yes... 45.

And I'll give you the remaining 5 dirhams.

So, Dad?

What?

About the album. You forgot already. The 50 Dirhams?

Give me the title of the cassette, God willing, I'll do my best.

Thank you, Dad.

Very good.

Very good.

Very good.

Hi!

Very good, Mohamed!

Tener. Not Temer Fatima!

Listen to me carefully.

I have.

You have.

He has.

She...

She...

She has?

She has.

Yes! Good Job.

My love.

Mi amor.

Repeat, 'Mi amor'.

-Are you full? -Yes.

Finish this piece, Layla.

-It's enough, I am full. -Just this little piece.

-Where are you going? -To my room.

-You want fruit? -Some fruit, Dad?

Look!

Blow!

It's been a while since we've had apples.

-Stop it, both of you. -He always hits me.

Thank you.

Delicious.

Jalale! I am sure it's Jalale!

Allo!

Allo! Jalale!

Allo, Mom! What a beautiful baby girl!

She is stunning!

She looks like you. She has your eyes!

Congratulations, my dear son!

-Thanks, Mom. -Congratulations!

Thanks, Mom.

-And her name? -What?

-What's her name? -Assia! I named her Assia.

-Assia. -Her name is Assia.

And Julie? How is Julie doing?

When the delivery pain started, I took her bag. I rushed to the car.

I started the car like a fool.

I realized that I left her on the sidewalk.

Poor thing, you forgot her. It happens.

Thank God for everything.

Listen.

Ismail wants to talk to you. We miss you.

Mom! wait... They need me here.

-Right now? -Yes, now.

-Okay, go ahead. -I'll be back.

No worries, I understand.

-Okay, go ahead, son. -Say hi to everybody.

-Of course. -Goodbye.

Jalale! Jalale!

He hung up?

Yes, he was in a hurry.

What did he say?

She looks like me.

Congratulations!

Her name is Assia.

Congratulations!

...is Italian. Italian?

Carmen is Spanish.

-Pedro is what? -Explain, please?

Pedro is...

Pedro is Portuguese?

No.

Yes, yes. Portuguese.

Well done.

Rita is beautiful.

Rita is a grandmother.

Grandma, but my sweetheart.

-Rita is old. -Sweetheart.

Jalale!

Can you imagine!

How time flies by!

I like your nails, even when broken.

Rita.

-Rita, I love you. -Me too.

-I'll miss you. -Me too.

-See you tomorrow. -Okay, as always.

Let's start over.

One.

May God bless you, Fouad.

You know how to fix this machine, where people hear God's words.

God willing...God willing.

God bless you. God bless you.

It's not me. It's the blessing.

Assilah was built by the Portuguese in the 16th C.

The Portuguese, the Spanish and everyone lived here.

Mr. Hassan, do you know Manolo?

-Manolo! -Yes, Manolo.

He used to live in Madrid, near Jesus' gate.

-Come on man, Manolo! -Fouad!

Hassan! You know him.

Big and strong with a moustache.

-You don't know him? -What are talking about?

I want lemonade, not tea.

I want lemonade, not tea.

-What's wrong with you? -I want lemonade, not tea.

I want lemonade, not tea.

I want lemonade, not tea.

The Portuguese, The Spanish and...

Oh no, Dad. Excuse me.

I want lemonade, not tea.

-I'm thirsty. -Calm down. Calm down.

I want lemonade, not tea.

I want lemonade, not tea.

I want lemonade, not tea.

-I'm thirsty. -Calm down! Calm down.

I want lemonade, not tea.

-I'm thirsty. -Calm down, please.

-Dad, you can fix it later. -Stop it, I'm not done yet.

-You can fix it later. -I still didn't fix it.

-Dad, stop it. -I have to fix it!

-What have you done? -This is a disaster!

Let's go.

Cowards!

I'm sorry, Mr. Sabiri. I must buy flour for my mother.

The world.

The world is becoming more cruel.

She doesn't care about studying,

she only comes to see Ismail.

Open your notebooks, we're starting.

You, you didn't come yesterday, Red card.

You too.

Red card. Red card.

Dad, for God's sake.

Wait! Wait! Here you go.

Dad, please go.

Dad, stay here.

Layla.

Dad, do this.

-Sit with us. -Do it like this.

Sit with us.

Your tea is there.

Do this.

-Mom, you want a cookie? -I ate it already.

-This costs you 5 dirhams. -Very good.

Give me a kiss.

-No. Mom. -Give me a kiss. Give me a kiss

Dad.

You'll look handsome, and amazing.

Like a...Like a...

You are taking me for a fag or what?

-Go, now. -Fouad, Fouad! Ismail wait, Ismail.

Ismail, Ismail, wait.

What is a 'fag'?

Antonio.

It's nothing.

Antonio!

You are coming to the Spanish class on Monday?

Don't miss it.

We must see a doctor.

Why?

You know why.

And the money?

Don't worry about that.

Seats for Tangier. Seats for Tangier.

-We are going to Tangier. -Clients for you, Laaroussi.

Good morning.

The Spanish hospital, please.

I can't see, I can't see anything.

It's only for an x-ray, Mr. Sabiri.

Mr. Sabiri. Come back.

Dad!

So, Mr. Sabiri.

Mr. Sabiri.

You are good. You shouldn't worry.

The x-ray results aren't alarming.

You'll tend to forget certain things,

this shouldn't make you worry, and shouldn't scare you.

Try to live a normal life.

Take some vacation and rest.

This will help you.

Here is your prescription.

You must rest, it's very important

Thank you.

I'm here.

Everything will be all right.

Look.

-Ismail, come see this! -What?

I fixed it!

I fixed it!

I fixed it, El Mariachi! Look!

Come Ismail. Sit with us.

What I would like you to remember is the difference between the accents,

the British, the proper English, and the American.

For example, a Shakespeare sonnet, "Wary with toil I haste to my bed"

When in American is... Excuse me.

Hello. I need Ismail, please.

Ismail, come here, please!

Thank you, sir.

-What's going on, Mom? -I'll explain.

How are you, Ismail?

-Play. -Have you seen my father?

Have you seen my father?

Allo, who's this?

Firefighters, are you kidding me?!

You are bothering us, calling us non-stop.

She is old but strong. She is old but strong.

Yes, hello!

No, this isn't L'Hamri's house.

-It doesn't stop! -Who's this L'Hamri?

I don't know!

Stop calling us, you are bothering us.

Please! Listen to me! We are sorry.

She's calling the manager.

-This is impossible. -What's the problem?

Where do you think you are?

What do you need, sir?

The phone keeps ringing. It's impossible to sleep.

-They ask for the firefighters. -We are really sorry.

My phone rings non-stop. My place isn't a hotel.

We are really sorry, Madame. Our technician is fixing it.

-Fouad! -There he is!

El Mariachi!

-Dad! -Dad!

-Dad! -Fouad!

You all look small!

-Why are you so small? -Fouad, come down.

You are all small!

-We were looking for you. -Dad, for God's sake, come down.

Enough is enough.

Stop it now. Come down.

-Hold on. -That's enough, come down.

-Dad, for God's sake, come down. -Let me finish.

-Look at me, Fouad. -Come, Dad. It's okay, come down.

Oh, shit!

What are you doing? Come down.

Please come down. Everyone is watching.

Fouad, come down! Stop it!

You aren't aware of the seriousness of your actions, Mr. Sabiri.

You mixed up all the phone lines.

Mr. Boukali, Fouad is a bit tired these days.

Listen to me, Madame, your husband is no longer able to do this job.

No! He is undergoing medical treatment. He'll heal.

You want me to risk my position?

I'm not sick!

-For God's sake. -I'm not sick.

Listen, Mr. Sabiri, you'll receive your monthly pension.

I'm not sick.

Fouad, Fouad, let him go.

-Son of a bitch. -Fouad.

-Son of a bitch. -Fouad, Fouad! Look at me!

Look at me!

This is an administration. You can't attack the director.

-I'll accompany you outside. -He knows how to walk by himself.

-Madame, please. -I told you he can walk by himself.

Don't touch him. Fouad, come.

Come with me, Fouad.

Shame on you. He's been working for you for 20 years.

-Aren't you ashamed? -Don't worry, Madame.

Don't worry, he'll still receive his monthly pension.

How are we going to survive?

The pension won't be enough.

I'll go fix the phone lines.

I can look for a job.

No. No one will leave school.

I'll find a solution.

Antonio!

Antonio!

Dad, Dad. Leave the bird alone.

It's not nice of you.

Fouad.

Fouad.

Why are you looking at me like this?

Rita.

Fouad.

I am glad you came.

Look at the ocean!

Soufien, call your sister. Msemen is ready.

Layla.

Layla.

I don't think she'll move from bed.

Layla!

My daughter, it's your turn.

-But I have homework. -You can finish them later, move.

Two dirhams for Msemen. It's delicious.

You are silly.

Don't you have things to do? Get lost.

Move now, I said now.

Who can take your dad to the mosque?

I have homework, Mom.

It's been a while he didn't pray, he has to go out.

Mom, I'm learning German.

He must go out, and see people.

Mom, I said I can't.

-Mom, I said I can't. -I wasn't talking to you.

One day when a German lady asks you where the library is?

You'll stupidly stare at her. You won't have an answer.

Oh, a German lady will come to Morocco, only to ask you where to find a library?

Hey, I'm talking to you. Who will take him to the mosque?

He is jealous because I speak more languages than him!

Nonsense, are you crazy?! I also speak German.

-What? -'Ich liebe Dich'.

Don't touch this.

Stop fighting. What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?

El Mariachi!

Stop it, Dad, did you lose it?

Why are you hiding?

Fouad.

Fouad.

Come with me. It's okay.

Come with me, sweetie.

Come with me. It's all good.

Don't worry. Come with me. Come.

Dad, try again.

The line isn't working, my dear.

Try again.

-Now, it's working. Dial the number. -Good job, Dad.

-Allo! -Good morning, son, how are you?

Allo, Mom, how are you? All good?

We are fine, thank God.

How is my little one?

We don't sleep much, but it's okay.

How is it going with Fouad, I hope you aren't too tired?

Everything is good. Listen!

We still haven't received the diapers you sent.

-How come? You didn't receive them. -I said, we still didn't receive them.

Is this a joke or what?

I sent two packages. One, three weeks ago. The second, yesterday.

What shall I do! I'll wait.

What's this noise I'm hearing? Where are you?

I'm calling from a public phone.

Everything is good. I'll explain later.

Mom, why don't you come to Paris?

Me? In Paris? Are you crazy?

-What is he saying? -Go check on your Dad.

Why not?

Just for a few weeks. You rest a bit, see your little one.

I'll take care of the visa.

I'd love to, son, but I can't leave your father. Who's going to care for him?

Think about it, though.

I will. Thank you, my son.

I'll call you later, bye.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

Eat.

I'm not hungry, Mom.

Why?

You don't like it?

It's not good enough for you?

No one of you helps me.

Layla, you are always in bed.

You are always absent.

And you.

None dares to ask you anything.

I can't find time to get your father's pension.

I am exhausted.

You're saying this because you want to go to Paris?

Are you abandoning us, Mom?

Your brother is talking nonsense.

You'll rest a bit if you travel.

We'll take care of Dad.

-I wish I can go. -Shut up.

No one is going to Paris.

Now eat.

Eat.

Take an egg, my son, Ismail!

I feel sorry for Fouad.

I am sad. He doesn't deserve this.

Madame, are you sure...

I trust my son blindly.

It's you who doesn't trust me.

I am not a thief, or a junky, sir.

It's not what you think.

Just making sure your mother is aware of her actions.

I am aware.

-I don't have time. -Okay, Madame.

As you wish.

Here you go.

Take this paper.

Sign please, Madame.

Sir, it's missing 10 dirhams!

Oh, yes!

Here is your money.

And your 10 dirhams.

I'm still waiting on the diapers, my son, sent from Paris.

-To this post-office? -Yes.

Impossible!

We've been waiting for three weeks.

You know.

Between the plane and the customs... It takes more than that.

Anyhow, If we receive something, I'll let you know for sure.

Take an egg, son.

Come here my son, Ismail.

It stinks.

Wake up. Come and see.

-El Mariachi, come. -No, Dad, today is Sunday.

Today is Sunday. It's not Sunday

Today is Sunday.

Look at Antonio.

Look at Antonio.

-Dad, Dad, no, stop. -Antonio. Antonio.

What are you doing?

Antonio flew away!

Slowly... Slowly...

Because of you, I lost my bird Antonio.

Where am I going to find a similar bird?

All birds are alike.

They all have two wings.

At least he is free now, your poor bird.

Are you serious?!

Mr. Sabiri, you have a visit.

Thank you.

How are you, Antonio?

Come.

Be careful.

Fouad.

Dad.

I am here for you. We are all here for you.

Antonio, flew away.

Antonio, flew away.

Antonio, flew away, right?

What did he say, Mom?

Antonio, flew away.

See. He remembers everything.

Good morning.

Mr. Sabiri, good morning.

I am glad you are okay.

Can I talk to you for a second?

-Absolutely. -Thank you.

Dad.

How are you?

All Good?

I'm okay.

And you?

I am not okay.

You'll be fine.

-Antonio, flew away! -Yes, he did.

-Where is Ismail? -He is here.

-Ismail, where is he? -Dad.

I'm here.

Give me a kiss.

Layla, where are you, Layla?

-Layla is here. -I am here, Dad.

Give me a kiss.

Another kiss.

How are you?

I am okay, Dad.

I'm sorry.

God has already decided.

It's good.

It's good.

Chew it now.

Slowly.

Slowly, I'll help you.

Good.

Slowly.

Slowly. Let me help you.

Why are you doing this to me?

You are driving me insane.

I'm sorry, Mommy.

I'm sorry, my love.

It's not your fault.

It's not your fault.

Imagine us together in Paris!

Maybe I'll go for a few days.

I'll come back to you stronger.

We used to do this before.

Do you remember?

Tell me something.

Mi Amor!

Tell me something.

I miss you.

Don't be scared.

Slowly, darling.

Let me see what you got today.

Good job, darling.

Go, slowly.

Mom, I don't want to go!

Why not?

You were born the day of the Green March. A day of peace.

All of Morocco celebrates your birthday.

I don't want to go.

Even the king will be there.

-Really? -Absolutely.

Go play with, Dad?

-Give me back my hat. -Like this.

-My sweetheart. -Like this.

-My sweetie. -Run, run.

-Jalale. -The king is coming.

Ismail.

Ismail.

-You called me? -Yes, where were you?

On the roof.

-Take your father out a little. -Please, Mom.

Now.

Are you planning to do the groceries one day?

That's clean laundry.

It's been ages since we came to the beach, Dad.

Look at the ocean, that way.

Do you remember?

This is Sidi Mbarek street, Hello!

Hello!

Ismail.

Dad.

Slowly. Be careful.

It's okay dad, you're fine.

Lift him with me please.

At that instance the teacher asked him:

which tense has the author used in this sentence?

Karim is an idiot.

-Why? -As if you poured cold water on him.

The teacher was still trying to help him. The past tense!

The past tense!

-Do you know what Karim answered? -No!

Go on vacation.

It's really nice to be here with you.

I feel good with you.

If my Dad sees me with you,

he will kill me.

You are very lucky. Your parents gave you freedom.

You don't know the feeling of always being gazed at?

Do you know how it feels to live in a house.

with a father like a candle blowing out soon.

Oh no, Fatima!

You didn't like it?

why did you do this?

I'm really sorry.

My father tore it apart.

He said they don't believe in God.

and the sound of their guitars sounds like barking.

They also chase away angels from homes.

Don't worry!

I have Pink Floyd poster, if you want.

After he's torn the poster apart, I heard Dad talking to my Mom

about someone coming from Germany to ask for my hand in marriage.

In my entire life, I've never seen my Dad as happy.

And you?

What's your opinion?

Did you accept?

Don't you understand?

Wait, Fatima. Where are you going?

Fatima, wait.

Mr. Sabiri, please be on time.

My car broke and I still came on time.

Today, we're going to listen to a song. A famous song. You have the lyrics.

The exercise is to describe and to imagine the pain of the singer.

Listen carefully.

Get out of my class now.

You don't deserve to know Jacques Brel.

Shush, please.

Lift your feet.

-Mom, do you need a hand? -No.

If you'd like to be useful, go check on your Dad.

Check if he needs water or something.

Dad.

It's me, Dad.

El Mariachi.

I fixed it! I fixed it!

Drink some water.

What will you do if you were in my place?

You know, about Fatima.

Ismail.

I spoke with your brother, Jalale.

He is going to buy a medical mattress

that improves blood circulation and decreases bedsores.

Did you hear me?

It's not just bedsores.

What else?

Did you get a bad grade?

A man no one knows.

He lives in Germany and wants to marry Fatima.

She is young, how old is she?

She is my age.

She is hopeless.

She wants to quit school and run away.

Or, she'll commit suicide.

Come.

Layla, let's play soccer?

Come on, it's been a while.

Go sweetie, have fun with your brother.

Ismail. Here.

Layla.

Mom.

Bring some water.

Mom.

Mom, wake up.

-Wait, take this. -Help me out to carry her.

Breath.

Again.

You'll rest when you travel. We'll take care of Dad.

Try to live a normal life. Take some vacation and rest.

You are beautiful, Mom.

Nothing serious, just exhaustion.

Slowly, Ismail. You are hurting me, my son.

I'll come back soon, my dear.

You feel better, Mom?

There is nothing serious.

You will feel better.

If you feel the urge to cry, do it!

Crying is the best remedy.

Okay then. Get well soon.

-Thank you, Doctor. -Thank you.

You heard the Doctor. Nothing serious, Mom. Thank God.

Two dirhams for Msemen.

-Msemen sir? two dirhams only. -No, thank you, Ismail.

Two dirhams for Msemen. Would you like some?

-How much? -Two dirhams.

Do you have change?

10 dirhams for crepes.

10 dirhams for crepes.

10 Dirhams for crepes. Good quality.

10 Dirhams for crepes.

10 Dirhams for crepes.

We have some crepes. Try them, they are delicious.

It's crepes, they are called Msemen.

Homemade.

Not expensive at all. Only 10 dirhams.

Enjoy it.

Thank you.

This month we did great, Mom. We'll be okay.

Here is the money.

Sunday, a Spanish group is coming. Get ready.

Really?!

What?

He knows, it's between us!

-Don't worry. -Okay then. See you later.

Tell me, how come Jalale never visits us?

I don't know!

He is like that. Ask him.

He never answers.

-Mom, stop it. -Why?

You cut your hair?

-Where did you get the money? -Fatima cut it.

You and Fatima are becoming friends.

She wanted to vent.

And what did you tell her?

"No one should suffer to satisfy another."

My Mom told me so one day.

My Mom told me so one day.

-Mom? -Yes.

-Did you think about the school trip? -Yes.

I saw the announcement at school. We don't have enough money.

-Mom? -What?

Karima, Aicha, everyone is going except me.

Why, Mom? You forgot what the doctor said.

We need to go out, breath some air, change the scenery.

That's enough, Layla.

I'll call your brother to send money, okay? So you can go.

-Thanks, Mom. -I'll go to my room.

Show me your hair-cut.

It suits you well.

Will you help me?

Take this.

Hi!

-Hi, how are you? -I'm good, thank you.

This is beautiful! God Bless!

Thank you, goodbye.

Dad.

Dad.

Listen!

You are just a candle flame.

Fighting the ocean wind.

What do you think?

We belong to God and to God we shall return.

Her soul returned to the creator.

Be strong.

Dad, we are going to bury Mom now.

Look at me, Ismail.

I'm sad as well.

She is also my mother.

Why you never visit us?

I don't know!

I get your news by phone from time to time.

For me...

Maybe...

Ismail, Ismail, come!

Look what I found in his pocket!

He bought it before his sickness!

I thought he forgot about it!

Oh, Dad! Thank you!

50 dirhams.

Shall we go?

Let's go.