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♪ Pour your heart out ♪

♪ Reveal your secrets to me ♪

♪ Invite me to your home ♪

♪ And I'll come over ♪

♪ Pour your heart out ♪

♪ Reveal your secrets to me ♪

♪ and I'll come over ♪

♪ Pour your heart out ♪

That was good!

Pour Your Heart Out.

P-P-Pour Your Heart Out.

Welcome back, dear listeners, this is "Pour Your Heart Out"

and as always, we're here with Bello. Bello, welcome.

Thanks for the welcome, Nabila.

This is Bello, your bro and fratello ,

welcoming you back to "Pour Your Heart Out."

As always, instead of emptying your heart into the trash, empty it on us.

And even if you're "asking for a friend," no worries, we got you.

We have Habib on the line Habib, how are you?

It's Halim not Habib.

Halim, I hear you're very much in love.

Who's the lucky lady, and what do you want to tell her today?

Her name starts with S, and she's listening.

S, my love, you're the one and you know it, you feel me.

When we met, I was in a very bad place

and I didn't always measure up to you.

But I want you to know how much I love you and want to live with you.

-Hi, Mom. -How are you?

-Yesss. -Good and you?

You're going out? Where are you going?

So, everybody told me about Maderotherapy.

-Madero massage, you know? -Yes.

-With balls made of? -Wood.

Apparently it hurts a lot, especially when you have fat.

-But why do you? -Everyone told me about it, you know?

It's for cellulite.

You know, it gets rid of cellulite

-You're ready to suffer. -I wanted to do it in the summer.

Listen, I've done a lot of things...

-I don't know how you do it. -Anyways!

I went there and each session was 500 dirhams.

I thought, I won't do it.

It's too much, I'll do a normal massage.

I don't know if they do a...

if with "Black Friday" they do a little?

You guys have Black Friday?

Something like... when you book four or five sessions...

you'd get a discount.

-We were disconnected. I'm here. -But I can't hear you!

Why can't I hear you?! Hello?

I'm gonna call you back! I'm here!

Here.

Mom, I wanted to ask you something.

Yes, sweetie.

I'm a little stuck on the film.

And I'm realizing that...

since the film is a bit of a story between...

a daughter and her mother, but at the same time,

the character is not you, it's more...

she's a mix between you, dad, and a lot of other people.

You're warning me before I see the film?

Well of course, I don't want you analyzing every detail thinking it's you

because she really is different But really, I'm realizing that...

what we're sort of missing is...

I don't have enough of...

an understanding of the experience of parents.

Okay...

So, actually, what I was wondering...

for you... why it was difficult...

initially... at first...

when I sent you guys the letter...

what was difficult? If you try to explain?

What was difficult was...

that my daughter is going to be marginalized.

You see?

And I can't defend her.

In my mind...

I'm gonna start crying.

It's okay, you can cry, Mom.

I was like a zombie.

We cried, your dad and I,

for days.

But actually...

I understand all of that...

-But-- -And I was saying to myself,

never, never, never

will my daughter be able to live here.

It breaks my heart.

I won't lie to you

for maybe...

five or six months

I couldn't...

I was like a zombie.

We were disconnected, I'm here.

I remember there was a wedding

and you know I'm always the first to dance

I didn't move one bit.

My cousins were like, "what's with you?"

everyone was like "are you okay?"

-That's the test-- -And I tried...

It's the ultimate test.

It was impossible... impossible!

Did you grab my purse?

Yes, Mom.

Your mom is so happy you're here she's filming us.

She's always filming me.

Don't tell me she's scared?

Don't be scared.

That's it.

Bouchra, you're so brave!

Are you crying?

No.

You sure?

I think you can't tell because you go all the time,

but I haven't gone to the framer's with you in at least five or six years and...

That long?

...and he doesn't age!

He hasn't changed!

I asked him, "Jawad, did you get some work done?"

And he looked at me and said, "Me? Nothing!"

I don't believe him.

Impossible.

Is this a painting you sold?

Yeah.

Is it gonna fit in your car?

I only make paintings that fit in my car.

I wish you could take it on the plane with you.

I want to give you a painting for your new apartment.

I don't think you understand...

this is way too big for my new apartment.

But you should come.

Now that I live alone.

Yeah.

Do you need help?

No sweetie, I have a technique.

This door is a bit stubborn.

Wow!

Mom, these are beautiful.

Thank you, darling.

Etel Adnan.

Do you know her?

She's a well-known Lebanese artist-poet

and she took a long time before painting, she was a poet for a while

because her mom always told her she was too clumsy.

Poor thing.

This is the painting I wanted to show you

I love it!

What is this?

A tent?

No.

It's a mountain in Northern California called Mount Tamalpais.

She did a lot of writing, drawing, painting about this mountain.

It made me think of you with flowers

I could paint them until I die.

That's why I thought of you.

The next time you're stressed

because you feel like you should paint something else,

think of her.

All this fear for an elevator?

You're killing me.

You and your daughter both...

Like mother like daughter, the apple doesn't fall far.

This is really too much.

Yamna, please, you think this is helping?

She chose this place on purpose. It's the highest she could find.

You know what, I swear to God...

the real breathtaking view is the two of you.

The rooftop is just a bonus.

The two of you taking the elevator, that's the real treat.

We're here. Open the door.

Auntie, you're so beautiful.

This is going straight to Tinder.

♪ You are my baby ♪

♪ You are my baby ♪

♪ I think about you all day ♪

♪ You are my baby, you are my baby ♪

♪ When I'm broke ♪

♪ And that girl is baked ♪

♪ When I'm broke ♪

♪ And that girl is baked ♪

♪ Your eyes took me away like a taxi driver ♪

♪ Be careful with the wheel ♪

♪ Like a taxi driver ♪

♪ Be careful with the wheel ♪

♪ And we'll live happily and safely ♪

♪ I'll bring you bananas ♪

♪ From the market ♪

♪ And we'll live happily and safely ♪

♪ I'll bring you bananas ♪

♪ From the market ♪

♪ If I had two of you ♪

Are you today's guest?

No, I'm just Nabila's friend.

I came to see the show.

♪ And you'd say he loved me then forgot me ♪

"P-P-Pour Your Heart Out."

Welcome back dear listeners, this is "Pour Your Heart Out,"

and as always, we're here with Bello. Bello, welcome.

Thanks for the welcome Nabila.

What do you do here?

I'm the lawyer.

Cool.

As always, instead of emptying your heart into the trash, empty it on us.

Can you tell Nabila to stop by my office when she has a second?

Of course. Who should I tell her...

Lamia.

Okay Lamia, I'll let her know.

Hello, Jamila, what's on your heart today?

What can I say, Nabila?

I got married six months ago

and since then, I am in shock from my husband's habits.

When he wants to brush his teeth

he grabs any toothbrush he can find and starts brushing.

His... mine... it's all the same to him!

And when I told him, you know what he said?

What did he say?

He said: "Meh, we're married, right? What's yours is mine."

Can I ask you, Jamila,

did you live together before you got married?

No!

Like I always say, and I'll say it again in this episode,

if couples were able to live together before they got married,

we wouldn't have so many divorces.

Or at least let us plant a camera in our fiancé's home.

So we can see how they live.

When two become one, the plot thickens.

Loving is bleeding!

To be honest with you, Jamila, you should really bring this up to your husband.

This idea that in marriage you have to share everything

is going to make him cross more and more lines

and with time it will affect the sexual desire between you

-My beauty! -Nabila!

Finally!

Oh, my god, I really can't look at you it's crazy.

You were cracking me up!

It was so good!

You look so beautiful!

Lamia was looking for you.

Ah Lamia?

What?

Those eyes are sparkling like "lu lu lu lu lu."

Stop.

See you on Tuesday?

Okay, go back to work.

Taxi!

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Hey!

Do you want me to drop you off somewhere?

Oh you're so sweet, I'm just strolling around.

You sure? I don't mind.

Yes, I got here three days ago and it's my first time downtown.

It feels good to be alone and walk around.

Am I bothering you?

Um yes, do you mind?

But you forgot to tell Nabila to come see me.

Do you want her number?

No it's okay I'll just fire her.

You play guitar?

It's my son's.

It's so beautiful he customized it.

Where are you from?

I grew up here.

Yallah, have a good evening.

What are these?

Can I look?

If you want, but they're old.

Pick a drawing now so we have time to get it framed before you leave.

No no no! Please please turn that off!

Play whatever you want.

Are you trying to put us to sleep?

I just wanted Yamna to leave.

♪ We want to have fun ♪

♪ Let's have a blast ♪ ♪ Let's make it last ♪

♪ Let's have a blast ♪ ♪ Let's make it last ♪

♪ Oh Bouchra is in our home ♪

♪ May Allah give her good health ♪

♪ She came dragging her suitcase ♪

♪ May Allah give her good health ♪

♪ A suitcase missing a wheel ♪

It's true, they broke it at the airport.

May Allah give her a wheel.

You got a new job, darling?

When were you going to tell us?

There's nothing to tell.

Tell your aunt! She's always so secretive.

I just got an offer that I'm considering.

At Sony!

Wow! No way!

♪ Sony oh Sony ♪

Do it!

♪ Sony oh Sony ♪

♪ She got into Sony ♪

Thank you all! Please tell her to do it!

What's stopping you darling?

It's just that...

I would be working with some difficult people, that's all.

Sweetie, nowadays everyone is difficult.

Toughen up a little.

Mom, I can't tell you anything, it's crazy.

Can't I be proud of my daughter?

No, Auntie. Stop.

Kenza!

What did we say? I don't like kids who don't share.

Yallah, give your aunt some fries.

Good thing your mom is here to update us on your life.

Forget it sweetie, I don't want your fries.

But I gave you one.

It's the smallest, most burnt one

250 × 5?

-1,250. -1,250.

250 × 15?

-3,750. -3,750.

Are you just repeating his answers?

What? No. We said it at the same time.

250 × 15.9?

-3,936.8? -3,975.

The answer is correct.

Wow, this kid is incredible.

They gave him the answers in advance.

Mom, you're attacking a child?

A number with a decimal?

Impossible.

Come on, no one can solve that so fast.

No one...

but him.

Bouchra, you should watch TV with a critical eye.

Hi, darling.

Hi, Mom. How's it going?

Your niece is throwing a tantrum...

Kenza, enough whining!

What happened?

She's demanding to go to the mall in costume and perform her play.

The salade niçoise costume?

Yep.

And she said I need to film her and post it on Instagram.

No way...

That's crazy.

You have no idea.

Wait, I'm switching rooms so I can hear you.

-I missed you a lot -Me too.

Abdellatif!!!!

-Come take care of Mrs. Tomato! -No! I don't want Grandpa!

I'm on the phone!

-No! I don't want Grandpa! -Abdellatif!

-With Bouchra. Yes, yes. -I want to speak to her too.

I haven't even talked to her yet to pass you the phone.

Can't I talk to my daughter when she calls?

-Say hi for me. -Yeah, yeah, I'll tell her.

Your dad sends you a kiss.

How are you, sweetie? Did you buy furniture?

Not yet, Mom...

Mom?

I had another question to ask you... you have a moment?

Okay.

If you don't mind...

I wanted to ask you a few questions.

And here I was, thinking this time you were calling just to catch up.

After the letter I sent you,

we didn't talk about it for... well, almost nine years

and you never brought it up to me again

you even told me you burnt it.

And...

during this almost ten years that we weren't talking about it,

we were beating around the bush, only talking about my work, my friends.

What was your experience?

Why was it so difficult to talk to me?

Honestly, sweetie, I thought you were just calling to catch up.

I didn't expect this interrogation again.

It's okay, Mom, we don't have to talk about it.

I don't know if I'm ready for all this.

I understand, Mom, it's okay. We can talk another time.

Okay, darling.

Bye.

Bye, Mom.

My whole life, I've been working toward one goal,

become more red each day.

I've rolled out from under my leaf to let the rain fall on my round body

and caught every ray of sunlight that came in my direction.

And slowly, I became more and more red

so someone would finally pick me!

But one day, a beautiful green lettuce was planted next to me.

It had thousands of leaves that could

welcome more rain drops than I ever could.

I could watch it all day.

Oh! I wish I wasn't a big fat tomato!

Don't cry, Mrs. Tomato, I would trade with you any day, Mrs. Tomato.

Your red is so stunning, and your skin is so tight, sleek, and gorgeous.

Not wrinkly like my leaves. Oh! How I wish I wasn't wrinkly.

Oh no, what did I do now?

Good evening, Mrs. Tomato.

Congrats! It was really great!

Auntie, I always thought you were way more social than Mom.

Me more social than my sister Aicha?

She always has parties at her studio.

Parties? Well, more like afternoons...

with people, champagne, and things.

You see?

She's such an extrovert.

Let's just say, she knows how to attract people.

I know how to repel people.

Not true.

No no, yes, yes.

Except for people who really know me.

You see, my dear?

I know I would be better if I had a bit of love in my life--

a bit of coupling, a little companion,

you know, that gives me tenderness from time to time, affection...

but anyways...

If I'm miserable with someone, it's not worth it.

So, I accept it.

We don't know what tomorrow will bring, but it's okay.

Hi, Mom! How are you?

You're not bothering me, I was just working.

Why all these years

were we silent?

Because it's not our style...

to push boundaries.

Okay... how so?

Our style is to wait.

If your child wants to tell you something, wants to go further...

they will.

And only then can you go into--

For me, in fact, for me why it was hard

is because you clearly asked me, in your initial reaction.

You asked me, and Dad also

you said from now on

"you can't tell us about your life anymore."

There's a whole part of your life you can no longer discuss.

So to me, it's like you asked me to do this.

So I did it for a very long time.

But, like you guys,

I said to myself, it's up to you to come, to ask me questions, you know?

And since you didn't ask questions

I said to myself, well, they don't accept it.

They haven't made any progress.

And at one point, I said to myself,

I can't go on. I need to talk to you about it.

And I was ready to say,

all my life, I grew up around a taboo. I can't go on.

I told myself I'm going to talk to them.

If I see that they can listen to me and we can talk about everything, cool.

If they still can't accept it, I don't know what to do.

Meaning that... I can't talk to you anymore.

You understand?

Not to be mean or anything, but just, how do we move forward?

We ran out of things to talk about.

Talking about the weather... enough.

Enough, yes. Like okay, work is important to me.

It takes up a lot of space,

but every time I go on a trip with my girlfriend or...

Can you imagine the mental gymnastics I had to do?

One gets used to saying, "Oh, I'm just on a weekend trip with friends."

I don't want to spend my life lying.

Well for now, over here, that's what we have to do with the family.

But I'm doing it too, Mom.

But I don't need to tell everyone. It's you I care about, you're my parent.

With you it's different.

I can't spend my life lying to you, meaning that...

that's not the type of relationship you've built.

It was the same for me... I couldn't talk about it with my close family.

I could never tell my mom, or the people around me.

Because I knew no one could understand.

Even for me, at the beginning, it was a big shock.

I couldn't manage to understand, it's not my...

I know, Mom...

but you can talk to me.

I just wanted to understand why for nine years you weren't able to.

Nine years?

I don't remember it being nine years...

Well, yeah.

Well, now you know.

For us it was about prudishness.

Yeah...

It was prudishness and...

we were waiting for it to come from you.

You could have at least let us drop you off.

It's okay, Mom, the taxi is here.

Goodbye, darling.

Thanks for everything.

I'm going to miss you guys.

We're going to miss you, sweetie.

Kisses, Dad.

I'll text you when I land.

BOUCHRA! SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING EARLIER, I WAS ON A WEEKEND TRIP WITH MY SON.

I'D REALLY LIKE TO SEE YOU BEFORE YOU LEAVE.

ARE YOU FREE TONIGHT?

♪ I swear he woke me up ♪

♪ Oh baby, oh baby ♪

♪ I swear she's awake ♪

♪ Oh baby, oh baby ♪

♪ My baby, My Habibi ♪

♪ Oh baby, oh baby ♪

♪ My baby with the beautiful heart ♪

♪ Oh baby, oh baby ♪

♪ Oh mama he's so tender ♪

♪ Oh baby, oh baby ♪

♪ My baby with the beautiful smile ♪

♪ Oh baby, oh baby ♪

♪ My baby with the beautiful snore ♪

♪ Oh baby, oh baby ♪

♪ Oh baby, oh baby ♪

♪ He disappears on Mondays ♪

♪ Oh baby, oh baby ♪

♪ Oh baby, oh baby ♪

♪ Oh baby, oh baby ♪

♪ Oh baby, oh baby ♪

You're one of the people who claps?

-No don't tell me. -Yes...

I start the clapping round, before anyone else.

People follow eventually, but I'm always the first to clap.

I don't know why it annoys me when people clap.

So you think it makes sense to clap when people sing at a concert,

but someone literally takes you across the sky...

Yeah, but I think clapping because the plane landed

makes me think of the fact that the plane could have crashed.

I can't help it I just do it naturally.

I'm like, thank God I survived...

You're relieved.

I can't help it.

Like me with elevator doors.

-You clap when the elevator opens? -No, it's just that...

I'm relieved when the doors open.

You're that scared?

Twelve floors?

-Yup. -Every time you come and go?

You confessed you clap for plane landings, I'm confessing my fear of elevators.

That makes us even.

And you live in New York?

You know my legs are extremely strong.

I can tell...

Let me touch?

I would have loved to have met you in high school.

Why?

I feel like I missed out by not hooking up with someone before leaving.

I was crazy as a teen.

Nah, don't stress, I'm way better today.

I used to be a huge nerd.

I like your chipped tooth.

And the way you lick it all the time.

I want to try wearing contact lenses...

but...

Yamna tried to help me put them on?

Hanane?

Not Hanane...

Bouchra?

Isn't that your daughter? I thought she just left.

Are you all right? What happened?

I was at the airport and... I decided to stay.

Why?

To be with you longer. It's a surprise.

-Hello, Bouchra. -Hello.

-Did you spend the night at the airport? -She wanted to surprise you.

No, Mom... what? Why would I do that?

So then where were you this whole time?

I was at a friend's.

I don't understand why you bought me flowers.

I'm sorry, Mom.

You don't need to help me. I can do it on my own, Grandpa.

Come on, Kenza. We're almost done...

But we already did this at school. It's way too easy for me.

Focus, Kenza. The four seasons...

-Summer... -I know, Grandpa.

Summer, Fall, Spring, Winter.

When Grandpa helps me with homework,

he always wears his glasses like this.

I prefer doing my homework with grandma.

It was so fun last time. We played games with the other class.

Yallah, go to class.

Good morning, son.

Good morning, son.

Good morning.

I'll see you later, Hakim.

I saw you playing the guitar.

You're very talented.

Thank you, Madame.

Are your parents well?

They're well, Madame.

Very good.

You live with your parents, Lamia... and your dad?

I live with Mom.

Oh, your mom and dad don't live together?

No.

And... are you with your mom most nights?

Almost, Madame.

I have to go to class, Madame.

I'm late.

Of course, my son.

Yallah, go.

Have a good day.

You're adorable.

Bouchra?

Bouchra.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to steal some paper, but it can wait.

-You scared me. -Sorry I woke you.

There's no paper in the house?

-It's not important. Can it wait? -Give me the key, I'll open the door.

Mom, I promise it's okay.

There's no rush, I don't really need it.

I really need to change this lock.

I can't take it anymore. It's really been bothering me.

I really don't need it.

Mom, I promise, let's go back to bed.

It's getting on my nerves how it never works.

Mom, please I swear, forget it.

Okay, let me try!

-Noo, now it's stuck! -I didn't even push hard.

-You have no patience! -It just broke on its own.

-Why did you break it? Why? -I didn't push hard. Why must you scream?

-I'm not screaming -Why are you screaming?

-All this for paper? I don't get it. -I'm sorry, okay?

-How am I supposed to work tomorrow? -I said sorry.

You have to replace the whole lock?

-How did you break it? -It's been torturing me for so long.

It broke in half.

I don't know how you managed to break it. It takes a lot of force.

Bravo.

-Let me know if you need anything else. -Bless you.

Thanks a lot.

-You're welcome. -Bye, Sir.

Hey.

-Was it okay? -Yes, great.

-Want to do another take? -No, don't worry.

It was perfect.

Hi, Mom.

Hello.

Have you been here long?

-No I just got here. -Okay.

Sorry, I didn't see you. It's the last scene and...

I don't want to bother you.

No way, I'm so happy you're here. I wanted to...

introduce you to the actress.

Yes, come...

I wanted to introduce you to my mom.

Oh hi, Madame

-This is Aicha -Nice to meet you, Madame.

Hello.

You can see the resemblance clearly.

Hey, Salima.

Yes, it's my mom

-Hello -Hello.

Salima, this is Aicha.

Salima is...

she's in theater.

She plays the character of Lamia.

Who is...

someone that the main character is going to meet.

They're gonna have a romantic moment.

So yes, this is Salima, who's amazing.

Do you see the resemblance?

I'm gonna change, and then we can leave for dinner?

-I have to change. -I'll wait for you.

Okay.

The moment you told me about the movie,

everything clicked for me.

I think this is...

this is like a therapy that I didn't do.

It's not your fault or mine. It's because of what we were taught.

All our life, how we were... until now... how we were formatted...

It's a therapy.

You're tying up loose ends

and maybe this film will...

it will remove all your...

it will allow you to move on, I think.

Because it's something that must be painful for you,

that is spinning in your head, in your life,

that changes your whole life, and your relationship with Morocco,

with your family, your parents,

and with everyone I think.

It's a therapy that you're doing.

For you, as...

as a...

gay.

There.

I can't eve--

I can't pronounce this word.

I think it's the first time I've said it.

We want a party atmosphere, I think everyone here can manage...

That's all we're asking for.

Here...

is...

Lalla Bouchra.

No, I say, "May Allah give her a wheel!"

♪ What a blessed day ♪

♪ Bouchra is in our home ♪

♪ What a blessed day ♪

♪ Bouchra is in our home... ♪

What a BLESS-ED day.

You never sang before, sister.

No I'm not big on singing...

-♪ Us men ♪ -♪ Patience ♪

♪ We're all sleepy ♪

Because in the songs, some lyrics are...

Oh my.

Dirtier than this?

I was telling her I don't wanna push it.

Oh my.

-♪ Patience ♪ -♪ But I'm a horny girl ♪

-♪ Patience ♪ -♪ I need a bar of soap ♪

-♪ Patience ♪ -♪ and toothpaste ♪

-♪ Patience ♪ -♪ Oh my ♪

-♪ Patience ♪ -♪ I tried everything ♪

-♪ Patience ♪ -♪ I even took him ♪

-♪ Patience ♪ -♪ I took him to the doctor ♪

-♪ Patience ♪ -♪ He told me get him naked ♪

-♪ Patience ♪ -♪ I stripped him and blushed ♪

Everything good, Mom?

I'm not doing anything today.

How do you say...

How do you say...

You told Dounia she couldn't sing?

Who's Dounia?

Mom you're going to scare the actors away!