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In the name of Allah...

The little sister

Hello, sweetie. How are you?

- Good and you? - Very good.

Hi, everyone.

- Hello, honey. - Nice singing.

Thanks, dear. At least someone's in a good mood.

Here.

What do you want on it? Honey or chocolate?

- Mom, next time... - Did you take your meds? Wait...

- Did you take your meds? - No.

Can't you take them yourself?

Coffee, please?

You're a big girl now.

There he goes.

I'm busy. I'm making pancakes.

It's yummy, Mom.

There. Bring your father coffee.

Daddy, I'm bringing it over.

He can't see that I'm busy...

I have to beg for a cup of coffee!

Go find a woman as nice as me!

Who'll have me at my age?

Same old story for 30 years.

Yeah, yeah.

He's never happy.

- Here, Daddy. - Thanks, sweetie.

Want another pancake?

Take my advice, stop eating.

What? Girls go to Tunisia for an ass like mine!

Tunisia?

Shame on you in front of your dad.

Look how ugly it is!

- I'll be a star. - You'll be diabetic.

Please, enough!

- Dad's fed up. - Enough of what?

Go buy some bread, go on.

Hi, Fatima. How are you?

- Good and you? - Fine, thanks.

- Have a nice day. - Thanks, you too.

Benjamin Taxi for Miss Fatima.

Cut the crap!

Hello, here's your helmet.

- How's it hanging? - Cool!

Feeling good?

Great.

- We're taking the stairs. - Seriously?

Yo!

Yo, what's up?

Spring

Hey, String Bean. You chill?

Djodjo!

Whassup, Nassou? Chill?

Listen up!

Did you check out the MILF site?

- We hooked up with two of them. - For real?!

Wait! We hooked up with two over the weekend.

Just to fuck. It's just to fuck.

- What do you mean, hooked up? - Spit it out!

- We want details! - We hooked up and went to their place.

Incredible studio, bro. It was huge.

Lots to eat and drink ready when we walked in.

Smoked salmon, sushi, champagne...

We ate, talked, laughed.

They were about fifty. Prisca and Samantha.

Fifty!

We sat on the sofa and they started blowing us.

- For real? - I'll stop telling you.

No, go on!

Keep talking.

We were just about there when they lifted...

They lifted up our legs. And I'm like, WTF?

They started eating our butts.

You know you loved it, man!

Yeah, so what?

Epic.

You know that's prostitution, right?

They paid you off with food.

They ate your butthole!

- Prostitution, bro? - You're crazy! I didn't do anything.

Prostitution?

Yeah, yeah!

Asshole. Your asshole.

You were next to each other?

Side by side?

Sort of...

You didn't watch each other, right?

Don't piss me off, goody two-shoes.

That's homosexual stuff!

No way!

- You know Sodom and Gomorrah? - Who's that?

A man should use his penis, nothing else.

You jerk off too, man.

Says who? You jerk off, not me.

You'll have a heart attack.

I bet he beats his meat. Dishwashing liquid.

The three romantic aspects...

Gentlemen!

Gentlemen, quiet!

You're only here to stir up shit.

In that case, go home!

- What the hell? Cut it out! - Quit throwing objects around!

Pick that up now!

She started it.

Listen up. Before I hand back your papers,

I want all the paper balls

to be picked up or else...

Tarik, stop it.

Pick it up, dog.

Rayan, stop!

Should I get the director?

Should we call your parents and tell them how you behave?

We'll call your old lady.

Tarik, stop repeating.

Here are your papers.

Victoire, this is very good.

- 20/20. - Good job.

Fatima.

You did very good. Keep it up.

- Score? - 17/20.

- You studied. - Of course.

Moving on... Tarik.

18.5, thank you very much!

- Ma'am, what's his score? - He got 5!

Would like someone to do the same thing to you?

Hi there.

- You OK? - Yeah, you?

I'm OK.

I've missed you, you know.

No "me too"? Nothing?

Sure, me too.

We haven't seen each other in two weeks.

No news, nothing. What's up?

I'm studying for the baccalaureate.

That's good.

You're gonna do well, God willing. I'll pray for you.

God willing. Thanks.

Aside from that,

you still make no effort, huh?

You don't try to look good for me, not even a little.

- Don't I look good like this? - Sure, but...

You could try wearing

dresses or jeans, something more feminine.

But it's fine. You look good anyway.

I have some good news for you.

Next September,

my boss will give me a permanent job.

I want the two of us...

take some serious steps.

What if I come asking for your hand?

Yeah, that's...

Instead of meeting here

and hiding from everyone.

It's better to make things...

"official", isn't it?

Yeah, you're right.

So we can start having kids. A little girl.

A little princess like you.

A little princess like you.

Mrs. Fatima Ben Mahmoud, that sounds good.

God willing.

You had one month

to read The Picture of Dorian Gray.

I hope you read it carefully.

- Did you do it? - And you?

- Yes. - Really?

I'd like someone to come to the board.

I'd prefer not to call on someone.

Please?

Rayan, come forward.

- There, the chosen one. - You like homo stories.

I want quiet.

He's one of Ireland's greatest authors,

born in Dublin on October 16, 1854.

OK. Goodnight.

Oscar was always a brilliant student.

He even studied at Oxford, one of the best schools in the country.

Stop it, already!

Stop it!

- Hey, why did you do that? - Don't touch me!

Don't hit him!

What's wrong with you?

- I saw you hit me. - Shut up and walk.

Go on.

Faggot!

Faggot? Your friend's a lesbian.

Haven't you noticed?

Who are you talking to?

Get lost!

Fuckin' faggot.

Give my fucking glasses!

You're crazy!

What are you doing?

Stop defending him, fucking traitor!

Fatima, stop.

- You're a lesbian, wake up! - Fuck you all!

What are you doing?

Hey, get lost! Don't defend him.

She spit on me and kicked me.

Enough. Clear out.

You faggot.

She broke them!

She broke his glasses. They hassle him all the time.

He deserves it.

It'll be fine.

Breathe.

Faggot!

You want to get kicked out?

What the hell were you doing?

- Just drop it. - Stay here, chill out.

You can't get so upset over him!

Who gives a shit about him?

OK, just forget it.

- It's OK, Fatima. - Leave me alone!

Fatima?

- It's your turn. - Stand up.

I'll be waiting.

- Hello, ma'am. - Hello, doctor.

I have your breath results, and some images to look at.

The bronchi are thick, with secretions in them.

Did you have an attack recently?

Yes, a small one.

Any particular reason? Did something trigger it?

Nothing special.

Any stressful incidents? Did something happen?

No, nothing.

When you felt it coming,

did you hold your breath and take your inhaler?

Do you keep it in your pocket?

I try to calm down by myself.

You should keep it on you

in case of a flare-up.

You still play football?

Sometimes. I run. I like to run.

- You run a lot? - Yes.

What about smoking?

A little...

A lot of cigarettes?

No, but don't tell my mother.

Of course I won't tell your mother.

This isn't a police station or a courthouse.

The issue is you.

Life without smoking is possible, you know.

You don't smoke?

I'm lucky. My father smoked like a chimney.

My brother and I always did the opposite of him.

In a way, he saved our lives.

You remember the little cloud?

I did that a long time ago.

We'll measure and see if there's an inflammation.

In your bronchi.

Remember, the little cloud appears...

OK?

You inhale to move it to the starting line,

and your breath moves it along.

Careful, if you breathe too hard,

you send it to Mars and the game's over.

And if you don't breathe hard enough,

it'll stay stuck there,

and again, game over. It falls into the sea.

OK, ready to try?

Let's go.

First, I inhale?

Yes, to put in on the starting line.

Go on, inhale. Great!

And now, blow out.

Slowly... Go slow.

Fantastico!

Wonderful!

The machine's happy. It's analyzing.

There's a lot of inflammation.

This test is important. It shows us how you take your medicine.

Remember the School of Asthma?

You came when you were younger.

I don't remember.

There's a session soon. I'm running it.

You can come if you want.

It's a chance to discuss life with asthma

and exchange with others.

It'll only take a morning or an afternoon.

I'll write you a prescription.

Interests

Sports, music, reading

Complete your profile to get the most out of your Plumz experience.

Linda, 19 years old

Studying for my upcoming exam

stresses me out a bit.

Is that a good reason? Am I stopping you?

I didn't say that.

So, what's the problem? Your friends?

Are they winding you up?

Pushing you to find someone else?

What? They're my brothers.

Stop saying they're your brothers.

You know girls and boys can't be friends.

I try to behave perfectly with you.

You decide when we see each other.

I love you just the way you are.

You don't love me anymore?

You don't love me anymore?

I already told you that's not the reason.

Are you sure?

Really sure?

I don't know. I think so.

Do whatever you want.

I'm done.

Have a nice life.

- Linda, right? - Ingrid?

Get in.

- How are you doing? - Fine.

What do you want to do? Grab a drink?

Get something to eat?

No, I'm OK.

Just drive. I know somewhere quiet...

You do? Great.

Nearby?

Yeah, don't worry.

Go straight, I'll tell you when to turn.

"Linda" is a nice name. Where's it from?

- It's Egyptian. - Egyptian?

You'll turn right soon.

Here?

Yeah, here.

- Here? Really? - Yeah, here.

This?

We can hang here, it's quiet.

What's the idea?

You want to build a house?

It's original.

You want to get right down to it?

Is that why you brought me here?

Either that, or to cut my throat...

What else could it be?

Seriously, this place is a cutthroat. No people.

At least I got you to smile.

Yeah, you're funny.

So I've been told.

Can I kiss you?

Nope.

Crash and burn!

Why do you want to see me

if I can't even kiss you?

Can't we just talk?

Sure, what do you want to talk about?

How did you know?

Know what?

That you liked women.

Very early on.

I was 14... Maybe 15.

I fell in love with one of my high school girlfriends.

Pretty ordinary.

And you?

You don't know yet?

Not really. Whatever.

Not "whatever". You wanted to talk so let's talk!

Would you like a real kiss,

a gentle French kiss from someone with experience?

I could be a great teacher.

I could show you some things.

Specialties...

Specialties?

Like in a restaurant.

- What's yours? - Mine?

Yeah, tell me.

I have several.

The first one is eating ass.

- Ever done that? - No.

- Not even with a boy? - No.

Why the look of disgust? When it comes to sex, nothing's dirty.

Do what you want. I don't care.

Don't get nasty. I do what I want...

You asked me about my specialty, and I answered.

Strange specialty.

It's not strange.

You're just young.

What are your other specialties?

Eating pussy.

You know how that works, right?

Tell me more.

OK, eating pussy.

You slowly pull down

the girl's panties.

You don't even have to pull them down. You can leave them on.

You move them aside with your fingers.

And then, you kiss her there.

Careful, soft tongue only! Never a stiff one.

That's horrible!

Soft and supple. If not, it's awful, like what men do.

We hate that.

You slowly start to lick. Very slowly.

Then, you stick your tongue inside.

You can draw circles if you like.

You can throw in personal ingredients.

You have personal ingredients?

I don't mean salt and pepper!

Fingers, objects, lots of options...

- Basically, oral sex is... - Objects?

Yeah, sort of.

Dildos... You know, sex toys.

What else can you teach me?

What else could I teach you?

Scissors.

- Know what that is? - No.

A classic. Your legs are intertwined

and your vaginas rub together.

It looks like this.

You know what a 69 is?

The picture says it all.

The 6 lies in one direction,

and the 9 in the opposite direction, head to toe.

69.

Each woman's face is in the other woman's vagina.

Miss, the session's over. 50 euros.

Ji-Na, 30 years old, nurse

I'm curious and kind. I like cooking, especially Korean food.

Hello!

Hello, everyone. Welcome.

My name is Louan Prévost,

I'm a pulmonologist.

I work here and in emergency rooms.

Today, with Ji-An,

we'll be running this session of the School of Asthma.

Hi, everybody.

My name is Ji-Na Kim, not Ji-An.

I'm sorry.

I'm a nurse here at the hospital.

I'll be with you throughout the session with Dr. Prévost.

I'm thrilled to be here.

Place one hand on your belly.

Yes, like that.

Stand tall and spread your shoulders wide.

Close your eyes.

Now, inhale.

But don't force it, be natural.

Lower.

Continue to inhale.

Open your shoulders wide.

And when you exhale,

breathe out naturally through your mouth.

Great.

Now that you're all aware of how you breathe,

we'll measure the FAG. You know what the FAG is?

It measures your expiratory flow.

We have this small instrument, a flow meter,

which allows us to measure it.

Can we hand out

the flow meters?

It's a useful tool,

if you don't feel well away from home,

and you know your normal rate.

Thank you.

This way, we can see if there's a problem with your bronchi,

or if it's something else.

You put it in your mouth,

inflate your lungs, and exhale hard and fast.

I'll show you.

Go on, you try.

It won't work if you don't blow into it.

One last time.

Inflate your lungs.

Exhale!

You do it.

You have to fill your lungs, hold your breath,

put the meter in your mouth, and exhale hard.

But he expresses mainly suffering...

- Hey, eat or listen. - I'm listening!

You're not even checking.

Go on, I'm listening!

Now I'm confused. I lost my place.

"He expresses the joy he experiences through freedom."

- Of the possibilities... - The infinite possibilities.

He also expresses...

- That's your third spoonful! - Wait...

- I give up! - No, continue!

And you chew so loudly...

You'll be better prepared this way.

It sounds like you're reciting. We need to understand.

And you don't? It's French!

- It doesn't sound like you understand. - I do.

First, she needs to know her text.

You should use your words.

These are my words!

Whatever. Keep going.

Go on, Fatima!

Start over.

Does freedom mean obeying only oneself?

In his song "My Freedom"...

You may look at your subject.

Make sure all the pages are there.

I wish you all lots of luck for your essay.

I didn't understand the subject.

I don't even know what I wrote.

I'm screwed.

I don't give a shit!

Me neither. I know a guy who'll get me my diploma.

For real?

This guy is hooked up with the Education Minister.

For 150 euros, you get a diploma.

Without honors...

Yasmine?

- Aurélia, nice to meet you. - You too.

- How's it going? - Good, you?

Great.

- You know this place? - Not at all.

- You've never been here? - Never.

Sparkling water, please.

- No alcohol? - No.

- Here you are. - Thanks.

- A toast? - Sure, why not?

- Have you been on the app for long? - No, not long.

You've been on it a while, huh?

Longer than you, I bet.

You didn't find anyone?

I found and...

I found and I found and I found...

- It didn't work out? - Not really.

You shouldn't hide your face with that cap.

- You're very, very pretty. - Thanks. So are you.

Thank you.

Where are you from?

- Your roots, I mean. - I'm Egyptian.

I've never met an Egyptian before.

- What about you? - German.

Well, I've never met a German before.

You have brothers and sisters?

Yeah, seven brothers.

Seven brothers? Really?

Yeah, really.

And you?

I have an older brother, Simon.

Simon?

- Does he sing? - No.

Does he wear glasses?

Yes, why?

Like Alvin and the Chipmunks.

Weird comparison.

That's what Simon makes me think of.

Are you more into girls or boys?

No boys.

- Only girls? - Only girls.

And you?

I'm open to anything.

Open to anything... What does that mean?

Open to lots of different things.

Girls, boys...

Everything.

Baccalaureate Diploma

Summer

There, the third one.

The last one.

Thank you God for giving my girls this opportunity.

My pride and joy.

- Hi, there. - Hi.

- Have you been waiting long? - I just got here.

- Should we kiss hello? - Sure, if you like.

- Let's go? - Yeah.

- Can I taste? - Sure.

- You like it? - It's really good.

Thank you.

It's nice to see you.

Without the uniform.

Likewise.

- Where are you from again? - I'm Korean.

Were you born there?

I was born there.

I came to France when I was seven.

Alone?

With my mom and my brother.

Wasn't it hard to move at that age?

It was. I have some pretty bad memories.

I didn't speak any French,

so I was really anxious at school.

How did you manage?

I learned on the spot.

Do you live with your mom?

No, she moved back to Korea.

So you live alone. Or with your brother.

My brother went back too.

Isn't it hard, being on your own?

Sometimes. It depends on the day, but...

Overall, it's OK.

- What's your background? - I'm Algerian.

Brothers or sisters?

Yes, two sisters.

They're older.

You're the youngest?

Yeah, I'm the little sister.

Please tell me, you don't eat dog, do you?

- I saw it on TV. - What a question!

They eat dog meat.

No, very few restaurants...

You won't find dog on the menu.

I'm glad you don't eat dog.

I love animals, so...

I do too.

Do you have any?

I can't, I work too much.

Your schedule is pretty busy.

- You work alone? - No, I have colleagues.

- A day crew and a night crew? - Yes.

Which do you prefer? Day or night?

I like nighttime.

Why?

I don't know...

It's a different vibe.

That's true.

You like the night?

I love the night. Everything looks better.

Yeah, things look better at night.

What are your hobbies?

I like sports.

- What sports? - I play football.

On a team?

No, on my own.

Like some poor loser

on the field.

You play all the numbers and positions?

I know how to play them all.

- You do? - Yeah.

- Even goalie? - No, I can't do goalie.

It's tough. You have to jump and dive...

I can't do that stuff.

I can jump, but diving is hard.

What do you do when you're not at the hospital?

You mean, my hobbies?

I really like to draw.

And paint.

What do you draw?

I often draw my dreams.

Your dreams? How do you do that?

Well, at night I dream...

Then, I wake up and write it all down.

This way,

I can express my dreams through drawing and painting.

You remember the colors and all?

Yes.

Wow, impressive!

This is where I live.

Marie Duplessis.

This young woman lived for only 23 years, from 1824 to 1847.

But in her short lifetime, she inspired...

Want to watch something else?

I forget the words.

Even your humming is nice.

I'll decorate them. With sugar.

They'll look pretty in the wrappers.

We'll put them in wrappers.

It's your fault they're too big...

You could have told me.

- How are you? - I'm good.

Hey, everyone.

- Hi, honey. - How are you, Mom?

- Sleep well? - Yes, and you?

Good, praise God.

Mom, I need the knife.

That looks lovely.

Fatima, your hands are filthy!

You didn't even help us!

I prayed, they're clean.

Make yourself eggs, if you can.

- I can make eggs. - Do it!

Let's see Fatima's eggs.

Let her taste.

- Thanks, Dad. - But she didn't help!

You're useless. Go back to sleep!

- You can't even make pasta. - Yes, I can!

- And you can't dress! - Your pasta is hard as rocks.

How will you manage with a husband?

Husband? Who will marry her?

No one will want you, except for their papers.

She's not feminine at all, look at her!

She's like an animal.

You stand like this, all day long.

Look at you in the morning.

Don't attack your sister's appearance.

This discussion is pointless.

Don't touch, Fatima!

That's enough.

I can't believe her.

Please.

She's ruining our work. And you two let her.

You pick on her, too.

Come here.

You have to say something when she's here.

- What is this material? - Latex.

Show me. Let me see.

One sec.

Oops, sorry.

- Feels weird, huh? - Totally!

- You made this? - Yes, I made it.

Awesome!

- What's underneath? - Here?

It's ink...

studded with pearls.

And latex that I dyed different colors.

Light blue here, and some brown over here.

Do you believe in ghosts?

No, I believe in djinns, it's not quite the same.

Well, let's just say that one day,

I'm fast asleep in my bed.

My mother isn't there with me.

I wake up because I feel paralyzed. I mean, really paralyzed.

- And I feel a presence to my left. - Creepy.

I try to look to the left.

I'm able to turn my head a little.

And I see my mother, kneeling and looking at me like this.

And I say in my head,

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

She really isn't at home with me.

Suddenly, she jumps on me and chokes me.

Like this...

I'm lying there like this.

I manage to move my arms,

and everything goes back to normal. But I was really scared.

That's called sleep paralysis.

- Exactly. - It wasn't a ghost.

I saw her. I swear I did.

- You saw your mom? - I saw my mom.

She jumped on you and choked you...

Yeah, she choked me. It was really...

She was really angry.

What did I want to add?

- I get sleep paralysis sometimes. - You do?

It's a real drag.

Well, it's pretty scary.

I was scared.

What is that? Sweet and sour sauce?

No, soy sauce.

This is so good.

Trans kids deserve to grow up

Why do people not like us disturb us?

What's up?

What's all this?

All these meds... Are you sick?

Talk to me. What's wrong?

I'm not well.

I think you need to go.

I don't understand.

It won't work out between us.

It's working just fine.

- Did I do something? - No, it's not you.

I have problems...

in my head.

So what?

Tell me, I can help you. Don't you want me to help?

You can't. Nobody has ever succeeded.

I can't even help myself.

I suffer from severe depression.

We'll find solutions. It's no big deal!

You won't find any.

You think you'll find one if I leave?

Please.

You have to go.

I'm sorry...

Leave me alone.

I'm not well.

Autumn

Hello.

Welcome to the university.

My name is Mr. Ostulz, one of the professors in your program.

And... Please, come in.

Don't wait at the door if you're late.

I'm going to present this year's curriculum.

Philosophy

refers to the many questions

that humans seek answers to, on themselves and society...

Did you know that means "kick your ass" in Japanese?

Cut it out!

Sorry, that was crude.

This food is disgusting.

Everyone will agree. Let's ask someone.

Hi, excuse me...

He sounds like a secretary!

Ignore my stupid friends... I have a question for you.

What do you think of the meal?

- I don't like it. - See!

- She doesn't like it. - You tasted it?

- Yeah. It's not... - I agree, it's disgusting!

You're super pretty.

- You have this... - Stop it.

What? You have beautiful eyes.

- It's a compliment. - It's embarrassing.

You're so pretty.

Where are you from?

I'm Algerian.

That's your line when you meet someone new?

Hi, I'm Nino, I'm French.

- Can't I ask her... - Do people ask you?

I'm a Gaul, no problem. 100 % Gaul.

What do you like to do?

I can tell you're athletic.

What sports?

- Football. - Cool!

- You like music? - Music, yeah.

- What kind? - All kinds.

This is like a job interview. Congratulations, you're hired!

I'm Hugo. What's your name?

Hi, I'm Vincent.

- Fatima. - He inspired DiCaprio in Titanic.

Introduce yourselves, guys.

I'm Nino, nice to meet you.

- The one grumbling is Yann. - I am not! I'm very happy.

I'm in charge.

Who's the funniest?

Hang on! Serious question.

No joke. Which one of us is the funniest?

It's you.

- Really? - There you go, man.

You haven't hung out with us. You'll see how much he flops.

On stage, he'd be a disaster.

I heard "how much he farts"!

How can you talk to me like that?

Whatever. You like cartoons?

- Like what? - Space Goofs?

What else?

- I do great cartoon imitations. - Oggy and the Cockroaches?

That's easy.

I do an exceptional Marge Simpson.

Homer!

That was Marge Simpson meets Scooby-Doo.

Lisa!

Why is Marge Simpson a psychopath?

- Marge Simpson is an alcoholic. - Stop!

Wait, give me two seconds! I'll do it over.

Hi, you've reached Ji-Na. Leave a message and I'll...

Girls, you're very quiet today.

For once!

- This is very good. - Thank you, honey.

- Hi. - Hey there.

Password?

Tiramisu.

Welcome.

Thanks.

How's it going?

What's up, Fatima?

- You look really cool! - Thanks.

Hey, it's cool that you came.

- I'm Paolo, good to meet you. - Fatima.

Welcome to my place.

- Here. - Thank you.

Make yourself at home.

Thanks, Paolo.

Come here, I have something for you.

Here. It's for you.

- Is that me? - Yeah.

Wow, thank you!

Are we interrupting?

Vincent, introduce your friend.

My cousin Cassandra and Jade.

Hi there.

- What's your name? - Fatima.

You want our picture?

- Give it a rest. - Is she your girlfriend?

She's a school friend.

You never mentioned her.

- Don't talk to them, they're crazy. - Excuse me?

Don't people call you the "hijackers"?

See these boobs? I don't have to hijack anyone.

I snap my fingers and the world's at my feet!

You're rude. Offer her a drink!

Here we go. Let me grab your stuff.

We used to call him Pinocchio. He's a big liar!

Call me if she bugs you.

Off you go!

- What do you want to drink? - Sparkling water.

- That's it? - Yeah, please.

- No alcohol? - No.

A twist of lemon, at least?

Sure. Go ahead.

Cheers, huh?

Where are you from?

Annaba.

I'm from Algiers. I knew it!

Doesn't she look like an Algerian Lara Croft?

In Ninja mode?

What does Fatima mean?

"Recently weaned little she-camel."

"Recently weaned little she-camel." You're weaned?

Too bad. I have lots of milk.

You're so shy, I love it!

She's my woman. A little porcelain doll.

Isn't she beautiful?

Yes, she's pretty.

Isn't she beautiful, too?

Yes.

- You're not a lesbian? - No.

Stop lying. I'm a pro.

- Never kissed a girl? - No.

Look at me. Never kissed a girl?

No.

You liar.

OK, I'm going back inside.

Go ahead.

Fatima, check this out. Yann, in action.

Intense look, big smile...

He's closing in.

How about going out one night, the three of us?

We'll have fun.

What for?

What's with the "what for"? Cut the crap.

I know how it feels to hide and be uncomfortable.

But you have your life to live, don't you?

You could be our little Mona Lisa.

I'd be Cassandra Da Vinci.

Did someone break your heart?

I'll sew it back together.

You're talking shit.

I'm smashed!

Totally smashed!

Come on, I'm hungry!

Paolo, order some burgers. Please!

He's a total loser.

Burgers.

Think it over.

We were with two girls...

Yeah, I was laughing so hard...

Winter

Hey there.

The issue of emancipation is a fundamental question,

often posed in the context of political philosophy.

It was asked for the first time,

in an aggressive and blunt manner,

by an author

in the 16th century, a friend of Montaigne's.

His name was Etienne de La Boétie.

His work,

entitled Discourse on Voluntary Servitude,

is still relevant today.

Emancipation is a request

to be recognized as an equal among equals.

This means being released from a state of dependency,

which could be to the capital, the Church,

to men, or a dominant State.

Tonight,

who's ready for some LGBad Girls?

I think you already know how this goes.

1-2-3, we love...?

Lesbians!

Not bad, for a start.

Ready, everyone?

We're queer, but we're not asleep!

Come on, let's move it!

1-2-3, we love lesbians!

I don't see any lesbians kissing in here!

Go!

We're fucking queer!

Screw the patriarchy!

Trans rights!

I want you to dance!

1-2-3?

We love lesbians!

1-2-3?

We love lesbians!

LGBad Girls!

LGBad Girls!

Lesbians!

Lesbians!

Here's to queers!

Let's go!

1-2-3?

We love lesbians!

- Yasmine, right? - Yes, that's me.

I'm Gabrielle, nice to meet you.

I'm really happy to see you.

I have this very good friend

who is also a devout Muslim.

I'm here for her, because she's a bit shy.

This friend of mine used to pray a lot.

She is a strong believer in Allah, and...

she recently met someone.

Things were really good in the beginning.

They got along really well,

and I think she was almost in love.

But this person disappeared.

And ever since, well...

my friend is struggling

to pray and have faith in Allah, especially since

she thinks Allah is punishing her

by taking that person from her.

How she can find her way back to prayer?

If I understand correctly,

your friend had an extramarital relationship with a man,

and that relationship

was broken off, which has made her sad.

But actually, she should be happy

to be rid of an extramarital relationship.

No?

It's more complicated.

OK, than tell me more.

It's not a... She isn't...

She's in an extramarital relationship.

But not with a man.

Over time, she realized

she's attracted to women, specifically this particular one.

And that's why...

OK, if I've understood correctly, your friend is homosexual?

Let's call a spade a spade. No beating around the bush.

It is true

that homosexuality is forbidden.

But it was forbidden long before Islam.

It has always been forbidden in God's religion.

We Muslims believe that Christianity and Judaism,

practiced by the faithful who lived in those days

before the advent of the prophet Muhammad,

may God's peace and blessings be upon him,

were prophets of God's religion.

Which we call Islam in Arabic.

Therefore, this prohibition is ancient,

from back in the days of the people of Lot.

Have you ever heard of the people of Lot, Linda?

A little. Sodom and Gomorrah, right?

Yes, that's right. Sodom and Gomorrah.

These people lived in the southern part of the Dead Sea,

in a place called Sodom,

which was destroyed by God

because these men

specifically sought out sex with other men.

Yes, but it's about men, not women.

True, the Iron surah,

and the Ants and the Spider surahs,

only refer to men.

The Quran says, "Indeed, you approach men with desire instead of women."

Nonetheless, does Islam allow

this homosexuality in women?

Of course not.

It is forbidden as well.

Because a woman must not

to touch or to see the body of another woman,

let alone her private parts.

So, it is forbidden, but to a lesser extent.

It's not as serious as male homosexuality.

There's no penetration, no true sexual act so to speak.

Only fondling.

The wise men of Islam refer to this as "lesbian relationships".

You must tell your friend

that she should ask for God's help.

No matter what,

she shouldn't find herself in a state of deep despair

and discouragement.

She's no less of a Muslim

than someone who prays here five times a day.

But she must return to prayer.

She mustn't stop.

The most serious mistake your friend has made

is to stop praying.

OK? Be strong.

You must be brave, God willing.

We all face ordeals in life. Who doesn't?

Some struggle with their children.

Others struggle with their pets.

Some struggle with illness.

And others struggle with this deviance, with this tendency.

There's a scientific explanation for it.

But she has to return to her true nature within.

To do so, she must work at being much more...

feminine,

so men are attracted to her.

So they want to meet her and even perhaps,

work toward a marriage proposal.

Man is instinctively attracted to women.

And women are instinctively attracted to men.

How are you?

Good, how are you?

OK. It's good to see you again.

It's been a while.

What are you doing?

What are you doing? You're crazy!

OK, wet your neck.

How's it going, Fatima?

Fatima, come here!

My turn! Ready? I'm the world champ!

Die, you filthy lesbian!

Autumn

Go away, mosquito.

What a gymnast!

Nino's gonna get some!

She says, "Saturday's good for me."

- Where are you going? - Be right back.

How are you?

I'm listening.

It's really good to see you.

Sit down.

Please, sit down.

Thanks for coming.

I've thought about you a lot.

- I mean it, I... - Cut the crap.

It was so intense when we met...

I think it scared me.

Would you like us to see each other again?

What for?

Have you met someone?

What do you mean, have I met someone?

- You can tell me. - Tell you what?

When you get rammed by whoever comes along, do I ask questions?

- Did you meet someone? - See you around.

"Did you meet someone...?"

This is pointless, Casper.

- Where are you going? - I don't talk to ghosts. Move.

- Stay with me. - What for?

Tell me, what for? Where were you, huh?

- Where? - I'm sorry.

I don't give a shit that you're sorry.

You didn't answer my calls, and now you're sorry?

You think that's how it works?

I'm a toy.

Something to play with. Right?

I'm sorry.

Stop it.

I swear I'm better.

I need you.

You're...

the best thing that ever happened to me.

Hi, dear.

That smells good. You're a real artist!

- You were out running? - Yes.

You're stubborn, you know.

- We're out of sparkling water. - That's it, change the subject.

Someday, you'll get assaulted.

- By who? - Who? Some lunatic.

I assault them.

We're here, don't worry.

"We're here," sure. I don't like problems, OK?

You haven't made those in ages.

Are you flattering me so I'll forget?

No.

If Nour were here...

we'd hear her ears ringing.

- Well, she's not. - And you're making the most of it.

When the cat's away, the mice play.

You didn't even notice all the chocolate I bought.

It was on sale. I bought out the store.

- You love a good sale. - Yes, I do.

I love sales.

I know you do.

- Where's Dad? - Out, as usual.

Playing dominos with his buddy.

He does his thing.

Want me to teach you to make them? You obviously like them.

It's very easy, look. Eggs, sugar, flour, butter...

It's not my thing.

I can show you how to make them so maybe...

For your boyfriend.

What's going on?

I'll put this there.

What is it?

What's that look?

I don't have a... Whatever.

You won't talk to me about it?

Lately, I've noticed you're...

very withdrawn.

In your room or at the table,

you don't say a word.

What's to say? I'm fine.

Go on, I'm listening.

I'm writing something. I feel like writing a novel.

That's good!

Very good...

Writing is good.

- Am I in it? - Yes.

Of course you are.

That's it?

What's it about?

It's the story of a...

I'll tell you when I'm done.

When it comes to you, I'll be here.

OK, be right back.

Don't move!

Don't eat all the cakes. I'll be back.

Close your eyes.

No cheating.

- You're cheating. - I'm not.

Go on, open your eyes.

My little girl.

Open it up.

- You're the best. - It's not jewelry.

Amazing.

- You like it? - Yes!

I took one size bigger.

It's an insane jersey.

See that? "Fatima"?

It's so cool.

- Thanks, Mom. - You're welcome.

Happy birthday.

You know I love you.

I'll always be here for you.

Even when they're gone,

mothers still watch over their children.

Based on The Last One by Fatima Daas

Subtitle translation: Holly Diener

Subtitling TITRAFILM