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[pensive music playing]

-[boy 1] You're it! -[boy 2] You're it! [chuckles]

[boy 1] Go!

-[man chuckles] -[boy] They're quick!

No, you're it!

-It's Kevin. -[chuckles] How you doing, Kevin?

-How are you, cuz? -Hey, Kevin!

Grandpa, hey there!

How are you?

How you feelin' today?

Do you want to listen?

Do you? Here.

["Freestyle Skyrock 2" by TK playing]

[laughs]

[Kevin] Can you hear it?

[dance music continues]

So do you dig it? You like it?

-[woman 1] Want a beer, Grandpa? -No, come on.

-But he likes it. -Do you want some Perrier?

A beer?

-[opens bottle] -Hold his beer, so he doesn't spill.

-[boy 1] Go! One, two three, go! -[boy 2] You can't catch me!

[boy 1] You're not playing the game right!

[laughter]

[old woman] Where is Algeria? Where is Algeria?

Found it! There it is.

-Algeria's right over there. -Madame… [speaks Arabic]

-[man laughs] -You shouldn't talk like that.

-[man speaks Arabic] -Calm down. Calm down.

The other day,

while you were here, you were…

knitting something. I have no idea what…

[woman 1] Knitting?

Well, no. Of course not. You don't knit at all.

[all laughing]

-[laughter continues] -You don't.

[speaks Arabic]

[woman 1] Mrs. Smadja, I think he's asking you to be his girlfriend.

[speaks Arabic]

Amen.

[laughter]

[Mrs. Smadja] Bedtime. I'm going to go to sleep.

-Hi! -[woman 1] Anne!

How are you?

There it is! Look at Grandpa!

You remember the book I was telling you about?

Here it is! Hot off the press.

You pleased? You told me so much about it.

-Save a little bit for Anne. -[Kevin] Looks great!

-[man] Is this Anne? -That's Anne.

"To my children, my grandchildren

and my great-grandchildren who will follow me down the path."

Grandpa, you remember, it's not sold in bookstores.

-Yes. -[chuckling]

-It's a book for us about you. -[Grandpa] Mm.

What if-- If you really wanted to, we could send a copy to Ségolène Royal.

-No. -We can if you want.

-You can sign it for her, Grandpa. -Yes.

Ségolène.

[laughter]

Your one love.

-So, Anne, who is he? Guess. -So…

-Ali. -[woman 1] No.

-Kevin. Right. -[Anne] Kevin!

-Your cousin. That's right. -Mm-hm.

-So, Matteo. -Yes.

-[woman 1] He's my brother. -Right, and… you must be Ali.

-[woman 1] Ali, my older brother. -Okay.

-Eden is my son. -[Anne] Right. Yes.

But I've met him.

-I saw you when I came to your place. -We met.

-My youngest ones. My Swedes. -[Anne] Pleased to be in a book?

Part of the reason our mom wanted to make this book was for you.

So, the first chapter is your childhood in Algeria.

Arriving in Paris.

And then meeting your grandma. Love at first sight.

Taking up the communist cause

to defend the weak, the immigrants…

He told us about this before he was diagnosed with Alzheimer's.

Months later, he wouldn't have been able to tell this to Anne.

I wanna thank you on behalf of my mom

because I know if she were here right now today she would be so grateful.

There are beautiful photos of your mother in the book.

-Have you got lice or something? -No.

[Anne] There it is! It took a year to write this book.

[Kevin] They did a good job, right Grandpa?

-Really pleased. -[woman 1] That's his thesis.

[Anne] The thesis Emir wrote about the status of immigrants in Gennevilliers.

[Emir] My mother.

-[sobs] -[Kevin] Come on, don't cry.

Why are you crying?

[Emir] I'm okay.

[Kevin] Don't cry.

[Emir sobs]

[poignant music playing]

-Look! Me when I was little. -[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

[Kevin laughs]

[boy] Oh, cool.

THE ALGERIAN WAR

[indistinct chatter]

[woman 2] Oh. I love that one. I love it. Yeah. We took beautiful photos back then.

-It's a lovely book, Dad. -[Eden] My mom made it.

And this. This photo. It's breathtaking.

Look at this lovely book about my father. Beautiful.

Oh, yes.

He's just too beautiful.

-[Ali] That's sweet. -[Kevin] Love is in the air, Grandpa.

[chuckles] Now, I don't mean to be critical, but…

I would have made it less…

a little less… traditional, right?

-What do you mean traditional? -[woman 2] I mean, I'll read it anyway.

[Mrs. Smadja] I'll tell you. It scares me.

You always find some…

Hey! Your tie's great.

[all chuckle]

Because, sometimes, you meet people,

and act like…

an asshole.

[laughter]

-Have you been to Algeria? -Oh, yes. Algeria.

-[Kevin] What was it like there? -Ah.

I'm trying to think of the right word to express it in French.

It was…

a dream, you know?

[Kevin] Oh, yeah?

[Mrs. Smadja] That's it. Algeria was a dream. It was paradise.

You know, my grandpa had an apartment in Algiers.

-Ah! -And I used to go there when I was little.

Is that so?

-[woman 1] And my mother lived in Algiers. -Algiers.

-Right. -[woman 3] Hello, everybody. Hello!

-[woman 1] Hey, you're here! -[man] Hi.

-My dear, darling Daddy. -[Emir] Hello, my dear.

[woman 1] Happy, Grandpa, to have everyone here?

My dear Daddy.

[woman] I'm going to take a photo. Get closer.

-[woman 3] Am I too far away? -No, that's great.

Grandpa with both his daughters.

-Look right there. -Oh, do you…

[hesitant] …Mom, want to be more…

-What? -More natural.

-[woman 3] That's better. -I am natural.

[click]

I don't have one picture of you looking natural.

[Matteo] Cut it out with this "natural" stuff.

Are you natural? You're wearing a ton of makeup.

You're the picture of natural.

-What did I do to you? -Nothing. You look like Amy Winehouse.

There's a ton of makeup on your face. And you're telling Mom you're natural?

-Come on. Must you, Caroline? -[Matteo] Mom!

I'm sick of this. Khalas!

[rapping] ♪ You'll have to take the wheel ♪

♪ He's lost all his teeth ♪

Close your eyes. Be careful, or it will sting.

[coughs]

-You have hot water here. -No hot water at my place, Grandpa.

Things are tough for me right now. [chuckles]

♪ She doesn't cook She doesn't even wash your drawers ♪

♪ She such a pain She drives me insane ♪

♪ She's so poor, she's on food stamps You'd like her, Gramps ♪

[chuckles]

Are these your pajamas?

Do you wanna wear your pajamas?

This way, you play tennis.

This way…

you're Scarface.

[Kevin singing along to stereo in French] ♪ Since he thinks I made it ♪

♪ It's obvious… ♪

♪ There's no one to bust our balls ♪

♪ And we'll smoke everything ♪

[chuckles]

Who cares? The cleaner comes in to vacuum anyway.

-[loud kiss] -[chuckles]

[music continues]

[Kevin] This is the life, huh? [exhales]

And the smoke won't set the alarm off?

-There aren't any alarms in the bedrooms? -[coughing]

Careful, Grandpa. Don't cough like that, or I won't get high with you.

[chuckles]

When you were young, I bet you were a madman.

I can tell. I'll put the ashtray there.

[Emir humming]

That's a pretty song. Do I know it?

[continues humming]

Huh?

-[continues humming] -[laughs]

Don't worry. We'll go back to Algeria.

[humming softly]

[sobbing]

[kisses] Don't cry. Please.

-[soccer game on device] -[boy 1] Is that a penalty?

-[Eden] No. -[boy 2] No, it's a foul.

-[boy 1] One-zero. -No way.

He's taking it to the goal.

Come on. In the corner. We have to score.

-[boy 1] No. -[Eden] Yes! We do.

[boy 1] Okay.

[pensive music playing]

[pensive music continues]

It's too hot in here.

Hey. Can you tell me where the care assistants are, please?

I don't know.

Fuck! It's 100 degrees in here. I can't find a single care assistant.

Oh, great!

That's where they are, little bitches.

-[women laughing] -Social hour? Instead of doing any work.

Is this a slumber party, girls?

Fine.

Okay. Have a good laugh. Go on.

You just laugh!

We pay 3,000 euros for my grandfather.

A month! And your people can't keep an eye on him at night?

-That's not what happened.… -If I hadn't been here,

my grandfather could have been in trouble because that chick was too busy--

-[man] Don't call her a chick. -[woman] That's not okay.

-In that case-- -[man] She's a care assistant.

[woman] You shouldn't talk about me that way.

-I upload this to my social media. -Yeah?

-A hashtag and you'll see what happens. -[old woman] Why is he here?

-Excuse me? -[old woman] Why are you here?

[man] Fine. You cannot spend the night here.

-You have to follow the rules. -All good?

[man] It's not okay. That's my point. I have to get back. Have a nice day.

Are you okay, Mr. Fellah? Is everything alright?

Have you drunk your coffee?

-[Kevin] You okay, Mr. Robert? -I'm fine.

My husband's just fine.

Wow! Your wife is one feisty lady. You chose well, Mr. Robert.

-[Mrs. Robert] Old goat! -That's her.

[Kevin] Mr. Renard?

Are you okay?

-No. -[Kevin] You're not?

Well, looks like no one's okay today. It's just a bad day.

-What's that? -It's a bad day. Nothing's working out.

Yes, it's pretty bad today.

[old woman] Why am I so hot?

Because it's hot, ma'am.

[old woman] Why am I so hot, bitch?

Hey, Grandpa, you were crazy.

You really loved Algeria.

Did you hide your weapons in kids' backpacks?

-[woman continues] -Grandpa?

-Why is it so hot? Fuck. -Grandpa?

Because it's the middle of August ma'am.

-[old woman] Thank you. -You're welcome.

[old woman] Thank you.

Oh. Hello? Sir?

Are you okay?

-All good? -I'm fine.

Yeah? Just chilling.

You wanna hear my song again? I'll sing it for you, my song.

-[woman continues] -Here.

[rapping] ♪ Back from Marseilles Sick beats in my ears ♪

♪ Every hair in place ♪

-♪ Every… ♪ -[woman] …so hot?

I forgot-- I'll get my lyrics, Grandpa.

[woman] Why is it so hot? Why am I so fucking hot?

-Ma'am, it's August, that's why. -[woman] Why are we hot?

Because it's August. That's why it's so hot.

[woman] Why am I so hot?

"When young people go from bad to worse They must learn to help themselves

-I'm proud of…" -[Emir exhales]

Grandpa. Grandpa?

Grandpa. Grandpa? Grandpa!

E-Excuse me!

-What's going on? -Something's not right.

-My grandfather's not answering. -Mr. Fellah?

-[Kevin] Grandpa? -Mr. Fellah?

-Can I come in? -[woman] No, sir.

-I want to see him. -Stay outside. No.

We'll take care of him. Don't worry.

[door closes]

-[sighs] -[woman] Why am I so hot?

Why?

Why am I so hot?

[elevator beeps]

Sir, I'm so sorry. There wasn't anything we could do.

What?

Wh-- What?

We're very sorry.

I don't give a shit about your apologies.

This can't be happening.

[woman in background] Why's he doing that?

[exhales]

[sighs] Grandpa.

Ma'am…

what do you mean "you're sorry"? Tell me the truth. Is he dead or not?

He is dead.

We are really sorry.

[woman 2] Sir. Sir!

He didn't suffer.

[sobbing]

[poignant music playing]

Grandpa.

[speaks Arabic]

You were a mother and father. Thank you. [kisses]

I'll stop messing up. I'm gonna make you proud.

[sobs]

[sniffles]

I didn't even finish the song.

I didn't even finish it.

[sobbing]

[clatter]

[sobbing]

[exhales heavily]

[sobbing]

-[sobs] -[boy 1] Mom?

[Eden] What is it?

What is it?

[sniffles]

Please accept my condolences.

Thank you.

-We're here to help. -Thank you.

However, you need to vacate the room by midday tomorrow.

Twelve, 12:15. There's no--

Twelve, 12:15. But not 12:30?

Yes, 12:30. Yes, that's fine too, of course.

[poignant music continues]

[sobbing gently]

Can I go in or no?

-Course. -Go ahead.

[inhales deeply]

[breathing shakily]

[sighs heavily]

[Ali] If you need to cry, that's fine.

If you just start crying and don't know why,

-that's fine, too. Everybody cries. -Okay.

Boys aren't supposed to cry. They're strong.

Liar.

No.

The last time that I cried…

was two months ago.

Me, the day before yesterday,

-[Matteo] Why did you cry? -I hurt myself.

[all laugh]

[soft laughter continues]

[Caroline] Well, we'll have to get things organized.

-[Matteo] For the funeral? -[Caroline] Yes.

[Matteo] But the manager told us--

-[Caroline] I don't care. -[Matteo] Right.

-[Caroline] We're gonna need to start… -[sniffles]

[Caroline] Casket, guest list, all those things.

Rest, Grandpa.

Rest.

Rest in peace.

[sighs]

[Caroline] But how long can he stay in his room?

-What? -Midday tomorrow.

That's crazy! They're not going to kick us at midday?

[Ali] They said 12, 12:10.

Lilah.

Oh. My little Lilah.

-[kisses] -[Caroline sighs]

-[Lilah] You okay? -Neige is in there.

-I don't want to see her. -No, don't make a scene.

-Hey. -Hey.

-[Matteo] At least say hi to her. -Fine. Whatever you want.

We're all going in now, anyway.

-We've waited long enough as it is. -[Ali] Sh-sh. Be nice.

[Neige sniffling]

Hello.

[Caroline] Darling. Mm.

[boy] I wanna see Great Grandpa.

-Hello. -Hello.

[sniffles]

I heard you talking about… getting things organized.

Would it be possible to take my thoughts into account, too?

-What would you like? -With Grandma, you did it too quickly.

I-I didn't get a sense of her personality, her life, her struggle.

I thought it was a bit of an uninspired and generic funeral.

[sobs] And I wouldn't want that for him.

[sobbing]

Françoise.

[Arabic song playing]

[singing along in Arabic]

[laughs]

-What are you doing? -Closing his mouth.

[Matteo] Stop it. Don't!

[Neige] What are you doing? Hey! Stop touching him.

-[Lilah] Doesn't it bother you? -No.

-It's fine. -[Neige] You don't need to do that.

-Okay. -[Caroline] Shh.

It's not like we're gonna wake him up.

The cremation will be in five days.

[Lilah] I'm sorry. I can't be there.

-[Caroline] What? -[Neige] What?

I won't be here. Tomorrow I'm flying to Greece .

You can make an effort. You can stay a few days.

It's been planned for a long time.

-I have to leave tomorrow. -Really?

Your grandfather gave you everything,

you're going to leave without saying goodbye?

I'm saying goodbye now.

Go on, then. Get lost.

[Caroline] Make an effort. Stay.

-Look, I didn't wanna say this now, but… -[chuckles]

I… may have trouble making the funeral as well.

-What are you talking about? -He's such a copycat.

Well, it's not definite.

-You're kidding. -Is this a joke?

-It's not. -[Caroline] Are you kidding?

You should be ashamed.

Could you just be quiet? For once in our lives.

Here, right now.

Be quiet!

Drives me crazy.

I got it.

[insistent knocking]

Hang on.

[woman] You need to vacate the room, please.

Yes. Could you wait a minute longer?

[door closes]

Don't move. Stay there.

[click]

Do you think I could keep his pajamas?

-Yes. -[loud knocking]

Listen to that.

-I can't make them wait any longer. -[Caroline] Let them in.

Come on. Let's go, gentlemen.

Ma'am. My condolences.

Do you have any clothes set aside for him?

-No. -No.

Could I get his pajamas back?

-At the funeral home, of course. -Alright.

-Did he wear any jewelry? -No.

No? Okay. I'll speak to you once we've finished.

Okay.

[man] Okay, ready?

[clattering]

We're done. I'll leave you a section of the death certificate.

[Françoise] Okay

[man] You have to register the death at city hall. Again, my condolences.

We'll take him now.

Don't want to see this. I don't want to.

[woman] Ma'am, you need to clear out the room now.

[Françoise] Excuse me, ma'am,

we need to sort out his belongings as a family, in peace, please. Thank you.

-I'll take the sheets. -Sure.

[sobs]

It's alright.

-[Françoise] How do we do this? -[Neige] We don't have bags or anything.

-Do you have bags? -Do you, ma'am?

-Let me check with the nurses' station. -Okay, thank you.

Kevin? Kevin?

Did you like this?

-What? -Would you like to keep this?

I'm sorry, all I could find were trash bags.

-What do we do with those? -You should have come prepared.

-Prepared for my grandfather dying? -[Françoise] Thank you, ma'am.

[Kevin] Here, you can fold them. I can't even touch them. I'm too sad.

Here's a roll of bags. I hope it's enough.

-Perfect. thank you, ma'am. -Sorry to take it out on you…

[woman] I'll leave them here.

-[Françoise] Thank you, ma'am. -His cap…

[chuckling]

You need help?

THE ALGERIAN WAR

[sighs]

-[Neige] What about my pillow and sheet? -[Kevin] They're in here.

-[Françoise] Have we got everything? -[Neige] Wait. Wait!

[Françoise] Let me make sure.

-Okay, -[Neige] Open it. Let me see.

[Kevin] We got everything, Neige.

INTIMATE SÉGOLÈNE. HER FAMILY SECRETS.

Well, I, personally, would like a nice hardwood.

One that represents my father.

Would you like an oak casket?

-[Françoise] Yes. -Okay.

But, actually, Grandpa never cared much for being showy. Outward appearances.

-I think the 100-euro coffin… It's fine. -[Matteo] We gotta spend more than 100.

But-But-- What's it made of?

-Just cardboard. -No. We're not packing him for storage.

-We're just gonna set it on fire. -No, no, no.

-Out of the question. -Or pine? That's 100 euros.

-No. -That's solid pine, isn't it?

-[woman] Yes, absolutely. -That's ugly. It's too IKEA.

We're gonna set it on fire.

No point spending 1,500 euros on something you're going to burn.

Exactly. We're not going to grow a tree in the woods and then cut it down

-just so… -[Ali] Exactly.

…they can make a coffin then burn it.

-She's a tree hugger now. -[Ali] For once, I agree with Mom.

Let's use the cardboard. More eco-friendly.

Cardboard isn't environmentally friendly. It's processed material.

[Kevin] Who doesn't want this coffin? Raise your hand.

-Who doesn't want this cardboard coffin? -What?

-[Neige] I don't want it. -I don't.

-Great, done. -We're not doing that.

-No, but I… -[Neige] But we voted!

-No one cares what I think? -It's not that we don't care.

-We took a vote. -Okay. No one here cares what I say.

-[Matteo] Ali. Don't leave. -[Françoise] Stay.

-He's unbelievable. -[door slams]

He never used to be like this.

He's getting a little rigid in his thinking.

-[Caroline] Leave him be. -[Matteo] You're not wrong.

He should start smoking weed, because…

That would send off Grandpa with a big bong.

-[Kevin] No, no. There won't be a bang. -[laughter]

Send Grandpa off with a bong.

-Off with a bong? -[man] Off with a bong. Get it?

[all laughing]

Don't worry, nothing you say will leave this room.

Have you got… You know, like for carpets.

-Where you can see the different types? -Wood samples.

-[woman] We do. -Look at the difference.

Look how beautiful the oak is.

[Caroline scoffs] Forget the whole pine-and-oak thing.

In regards to the oak,

I might have recommended it, if it weren't a cremation.

So, let's get the pine. Shall we get the pine? Let's do a vote.

-[Françoise] For? -[man] You agree?

-[Neige] So we all agree. -Yes.

Okay, it's fine. I give in.

Okay, now that's done. That's the first step.

First step. Now we choose what the lining will be.

-[Kevin] What's that for? -[Neige] What's the lining?

-[Françoise] The soft fabric. -It's the material inside the casket.

-We want white. -White.

[woman] One option in white. Here.

Is it always shiny like this? Is there any matte?

[woman] For a matte option, this.

I see something-- Oh, that's much better.

-That's ugly. -[Matteo] Looks like curtains.

[Françoise] I like that it's matte.

But we can't do that.

-We're not choosing-- -Is the pattern on the other side?

-Can I open it? -Of course not.

-She's crazy. -Stop doing that!

-Fine. Take this. -Stop throwing stuff around. It's rude!

Fine. I'll give it back gently. There you go.

This one. We'll take this.

-Do we agree? -We're happy with that one.

-Last question. -[man] Shall we just vote?

Will the white of the djellaba

-clash with this white here? -[thud]

No! We're not gonna start fussing and comparing different shades of white.

You're looking at it like this, with your eagle eyes.

Even if he has a white djellaba, we're not going to check every thing. Come on.

Why are you doing this? Why do you keep throwing things around?

Because we'll go crazy.

Go crazy all you want, don't infect us with your madness!

Okay. So when you paint your apartment, you think, "Oh, I'm going to do a--"

-It's not the same, Françoise! -It's an important color!

-Who's the one hitting things now? -You're right. Sorry. Oh…

Okay then, we decided on this one.

-We've decided! -You prefer that one?

-Yes. -Fine. The yellow one

-that looks like it's been peed on. -It's not yellow--

She's throwing stuff again. I can't take this anymore, ma'am. I swear.

[woman] Let's keep it simple, like the casket. Let's stick to white.

Can I do one thing?

-[man] Françoise, go ahead. -Just a second.

Just look at them together.

-Not the one that looks like piss! White! -[Françoise] You don't have to say piss!

-Fine. Okay. -You could say "ivory."

[Caroline] Why won't you let it go? Like you're choosing a wedding dress.

-[Kevin] My family's embarrassed me here. -You really do have time to waste.

-[Françoise] Having time to waste… -Yeah.

-…isn't a waste of time. -What does that mean?

"Having time to waste isn't a waste of time."

Is organizing Dad's funeral a waste of time?

Can I say something? You and your family were there for him every day, right?

-[Françoise] We were. -Well, there. That's what's important.

-[Françoise] He was loved. -Who's voting for white?

-[woman] Are you ready to choose an urn? -Okay. Thank you, Auntie.

Now, would anybody like to keep the urn with them?

-[Matteo] No. -[Kevin] I'd like some of the ashes.

-No one? -[Neige] I'd like to.

-[Caroline] You would? All yours. -Yeah.

Good.

I'd really like him to wear a djellaba and babouches.

-A little camel, with a… -[Françoise] No.

…bottle of olive oil, babouches.

When he got home in Paris, he would put on a djellaba and babouches.

It suited him. He loved it.

Every day Grandpa wore a three-piece suit because he wanted to fit in.

He wanted to look like a French man.

Alain Delon was his role model. He loved Yves Montand.

I don't think he would have liked us to dress him up as a raghead

-just because he's dead. -[Neige] We're not dressing him up!

Okay, I have to say I'm all for the mosque, Neige, all that.

-Yes. -I get what you're saying, I agree.

Grandpa had nothing to do with the mosque. He was never religious.

I don't know why we're throwing a mosque into the mix.

-[Matteo] He's got a point. -He was against religion his whole life.

He started singing songs from the Quran because they were songs he knew.

That doesn't mean he was pro-Islam or Muslim.

That's not the point. It's not like we go to the mosque because we're pro-Islam.

We go to look for something spiritual, just like Grandpa over the last few years.

-A ritual. -If it's in a mosque, I'm not coming.

-That's it. -[Kevin] Don't then.

-I won't come. -[Françoise] Don't say that.

[Matteo] Of course you're coming.

So you're taking us hostage?

You're mixing up two separate things. It's not about being French or Muslim.

You can be French and Muslim.

Of course, but he wasn't Muslim.

But what I'm trying to say

is someone can consider themselves Muslim, without being religious.

-We respect where he came from-- -No, we respect where we live.

-I talked to Grandpa. -[Kevin] I don't think you talked.

-Maybe you weren't listening. -I listened. He raised me.

I think people who are intelligent are open.

-I think that extremists are idiots. -Hang on.

-By being extremist and saying… -I'm open.

…"If we go to a mosque, I'm not going," you come off like an idiot.

Thank you. You're the ones being extreme.

All of a sudden, you're caught up in this Muslim fervor,

-trying to impose-- -Stupid. We're not in a Muslim fervor.

-Why bring up the mosque? -You're the one in a fervor.

-Why do you not wanna go to a mosque? -He wasn't Muslim!

-He sang songs from the Quran! -That doesn't mean anything.

It doesn't to you, but it does to us.

-[Ali] It does, to you. -Whoa, whoa.

[indistinct shouting]

Have your funeral in a mosque if you want to,

but leave Grandpa in peace, and stop being so goddamned selfish!

You, too! You leave him in peace!

-You think of yourself! -I'm think about him!

I want to do something that honors Grandpa.

-This honors him! -No, it doesn't.

-It's what you want. -That's what you want for your funeral.

-Shh. -[whistling]

Hey, excuse me. Can I get a tea? Thank you.

Don't let the grief take over your life. Don't beat yourself up.

I'm fine.

I just need time.

My sister doesn't even want to go to the funeral.

Really? Why not?

Who knows? She didn't say. She said "I'm going to Greece."

I mean, really?

Things seem better between you. You're making progress.

[groans]

It's not a big deal.

Don't let it cause a big fall out like it does in some families.

-[woman] See you later, then. -See you later.

-[woman] Later. -See you later.

-[woman] Okay? -Okay.

[woman] Okay.

I'm going to make you an omelet… with chorizo.

[sniffing]

Hey?

-[lighting gas] -Can you hear me?

-[Neige] Did you leave the gas on? -Yes. Under the frying pan.

-The key to cooking. -[Neige] No, but…

Did the burner light?

-Yeah. -[gas hissing]

[Neige] Why can I hear the gas? It's so loud.

-Because I've gone mad! -[Neige laughs]

I've decided to take you down with me!

Remind me to borrow five grand before you leave, okay?

You should always borrow from people who are suffering.

-Why? -Because they don't give a damn.

They wanna blow their brains out. 5,000 euros means nothing to them.

Don't be offended, I'm not giving you a knife.

You never know, with you.

[pan sizzling]

I bumped into a friend in the street earlier.

Hmm.

-Know what she said? -What?

She said, "You know, François." I said, "Yeah…

What?" She said, "You've gained weight."

-"I've gained weight?" "A bit." -[Neigh laughs]

I said, "Gained it where?"

"Around your hips."

I have to say, I took offense.

But, when you're still single…

-Are you still single? -Yeah.

It didn't last with that girl?

We split up. It was mutual.

-She agreed a little more than I did, but… -[Neige chuckles]

I don't miss her, you know.

In the future, you'll have to be careful.

-Why? -I won't be here forever.

You have to meet someone. Soon I'll have an extraordinary life

with an extraordinary woman, who'll take care of me.

Who will finally cure me of my angst.

How was your grandfather's funeral?

-How was it? -Yeah.

-So great. -So great?

Splendid.

What do you mean?

A profound event.

-You're making fun of me. -No.

-It really made me look forward to dying. -[laughs]

He was always talking about suicide, and died of natural causes.

-What are natural causes? -He just died.

It wasn't suicide. Do you see the difference or not?

-Yes. [laughs] -[François] Between suicide

-and dying of natural causes? -[both chuckling]

THANK YOU

[sniffling]

-[Neige] Do you want to put anything in? -I wanted to…

put in my song book.

Ségolène Royal.

[knocking]

[screws rattling loudly]

It would have been nice if you'd given us a call when you heard.

To console us.

"Hello, Neige. My condolences. How are you?"

Just a few fatherly words. From a father to his kids.

I'm not going to listen to a lecture on morality by my bourgeois daughter

who can't even spell, okay?

Because everything with you

is whether you're bourgeoisie or not? About social class?

[chuckles]

Is that funny?

No. I don't think it's funny. I think you're being stupid.

-You're the one who's stupid. -Maybe so.

Is it possible for poor people to be stupid, or not?

So you can be poor and stupid at the same time?

Of course.

You're a poor stupid idiot.

-Okay then. -[groans]

Why did you even talk to him?

He's an asshole.

Why do you always think things will change?

You should know better.

But you invited him.

-No, we didn't. -Not me.

-Who told him to come? -Not me.

-Who told him? -Definitely not me.

-Did you tell him to come? -I sent him a text message.

-It was you? -It was him.

[Ali] Yeah, it was me.

Mom, I have-- I have a few words from Anne.

Remember Anne, who wrote the book with Grandpa?

Mm-hm.

She can't make it and… she asked me to read a few words.

No.

-Why can't I? -No.

Why not? We're all fine with it.

I don't care. She's not family. I don't know her.

Take a look. It's about Grandpa. She spent a year with him.

-I don't care about this shit. -Caroline, that's enough.

Ladies and gentlemen, the ceremony is about to begin.

Okay?

Fine. You can read your stupid speech.

…followed by the rest of the guests, please.

[mournful Arabic song playing]

[Arabic song continues]

["Parler à Mon Père" by Céline Dion plays]

It's your song.

♪ I'd like to forget about time For an instant or a sigh ♪

♪ An aside after the race And go where my heart takes me ♪

-[singing along] -♪ I'd like to unhook the moon ♪

-♪ I'd even like to save the Earth ♪ -[snickering]

♪ But above all, I'd like to speak to my father ♪

♪ Speak to my father ♪

♪ I'd like to get back to my path Where my life is, where my place is ♪

♪ And keep the gold of my past Safe in my secret garden ♪

♪ I'd like to unhook the moon I'd like to travel the Earth ♪

♪ But above all, I'd like to speak to my father ♪

-[miming] -♪ Speak to my father ♪

[exhales deeply]

[sighs]

[Arabic music resumes]

-Thank you. -[chuckles]

What I remember about my grandfather is…

the love he always had for his own country.

At 22, he had to secretly go into exile

to reach France.

For us…

Sorry.

For us, for our family…

our grandfather was always the backbone.

The one who really anchored us.

Whose wisdom and kindness could unite us all around him.

In peace.

He was a strong supporter of secularity.

And he was deeply anti-religious.

He hated religion. All religions.

Now, Grandpa,

now that you have left this world for…

heaven…

-pray for us… -Mm?

…for our divided family.

-Amen. -[Françoise] Oh, my God.

[music resumes]

That was good.

-He's completely lost it. -Shh.

[music stops]

[sighs sharply]

We were able to write my grandfather's memoirs

-with the help of a friend. -[door slams]

-[Caroline shouts] -[Ali] Shh.

-[Neige] Ahem. -[Ali] Come on.

"Emir always greeted me for our work sessions

dressed impeccably in a suit.

But above all, I think…"

-[grunts] -I'm going to…

pay tribute to my father.

Dad, you fought your whole life.

Never for yourself.

But always for other people.

The poor, the exiled, the…

refugees.

[poignant music plays]

You fought for them all.

You were a fighter.

You were a communist.

-[sobbing] And proud to be so. -[Kevin] Coming back from Marseilles

Sick beats in my ears

I'm washed, I'm fresh

I'm on the right side Grown up a bit

I'm as white as Neige Like the snow

Truth is Joking aside

You can be proud of me, Emir

I wanna be the man you were The father I didn't have

It's enough to bear your name

I've loved it since I was a kid

It's your blood running in my veins

You're part of my DNA

[Neige's middle son] My great-grandpa, the best magician of them all.

He had the strength to write a book, even as he was fighting… Alzheimer's.

He fought in the war,

and I'm really proud to be his great grandson.

-So, for my great grandpa… -[birds flutter]

…the biggest and best… magician.

-[woman] Ah! -[cheering]

-[woman] Wonderful! -[applause]

Can I have a bite of that?

[Caroline] Let me tell you this.

So I went down the hall,

and he was sitting there, way in the corner over there.

You're toxic, Neige.

-Excuse me? -You're toxic.

What do you mean, toxic?

You're toxic, just like Mom.

You stress me out.

-Time to go. -Are you leaving because of me?

"You're toxic," and he's gone.

Dear children…

if I passed away,

would you be sad?

Yes. Mm-hm.

Am I important to you?

-[Neige's younger son] Yes. -You're lovely, you know? Lovely.

What would you say to seeing one another more regularly?

-Answer me! Just don't stare. -Stop.

-No. -Stop.

-Why should I? -Just stop.

They're my darling grandsons. What if we saw each other once a week?

Check on mom. I don't know what she's doing.

-[Caroline] Say something! -[François] Okay. Just a minute. Gosh!

I forgot to tell them something.

-I have to talk to the boys. -I'm their grandmother. I can hear it.

[François] I'll tell you afterwards. Thank you, Caroline.

-[Caroline huffs] Fine. -I'll save your seat.

[Caroline] I gave birth to a bunch of idiots.

Tell me, Pierre…

-how's the Turkish delight? -Pretty good.

-Have you asked for a doggy bag? -That's a good idea.

Do you want to hear a joke I know about pedophiles?

What's a pedophile?

You don't know what a pedophile is?

They're people who like peas and dough.

Any kind of dough. Like this, for example

-Like this. -This kind of dough.

[laughter]

-Doesn't he know what a pedophile is? -No, he doesn't.

What are we waiting for?

We're waiting for great grandpa, but apparently… [laughs]

[boys laugh]

I'm sure he's enjoying himself. He always liked a campfire. Hm.

[laughs]

-Did you get my joke? [chuckles] -[laughing] Yeah, I just got it!

-He likes to camp? -[François] Huh?

He's being cremated. So it's like being burnt in the campfire.

Ahh.

[woman singing mournful song in Arabic]

[singing continues]

[water splashing]

[masseuse] May I?

-Your face. -Sorry?

-May I touch your face? -[Neige] Yeah.

Thank you.

[resumes singing]

Are you Algerian?

-[Neige] What? -You're Algerian.

-Mm-hm. -[masseuse] You're Algerian like me.

You are.

No, no. Don't cry.

You are. Don't cry.

[sobs]

[masseuse] No, don't cry. No, no, no. Don't cry. No.

I am, too.

-No, no, no. Don't cry. -[Neige sobbing]

[sobbing]

[reflective music playing]

[music continues]

[woman] It's amazing to see the transformation

that comes to a person who is finally getting in touch with their roots.

There are DNA tests, that can go back up to 2,000 years.

They can help you discover your roots and understand yourself.

Knowing your roots…

can help you find your freedom,

and take your freedom.

[keys clacking]

CONFIRMING YOUR PAYMENT DETAILS

I'm sorry for what happened.

Forgive me.

I just wasn't in my right mind.

It was your grandfather who made us a family.

It was him.

He was the one who…

brought us together, who,

despite everything that divided us, he made sure we were still a family.

And now, I'm worried that…

Now that he's gone that…

I'm worried that…

you won't wanna see me anymore.

You know, you're strong-willed too.

You give as good as you get. You're not scared of making people suffer.

So why can't you understand?

Do you think it's normal that at my age I'm still scared of you?

But I wanted you to be scared of nothing.

-But I'm scared of you. -Why are you scared of me? Scared of what?

I'm always scared you'll hit me.

I'm always scared you'll say cruel things to me in front of everyone. I…

-None of that matters. -But it does matter.

-[Caroline] No. -At my age, it matters.

Yes. I want to find inner peace.

-No. Just the opposite. -I do.

-You shouldn't be at peace. -You're fucking unbelievable.

You shouldn't conform. You shouldn't keep your head down.

-[groans] -Maybe that's what I'm here for.

To keep you pushing forward.

You shouldn't be scared of me. 'Cause what are you scared of?

Are you scared I'll embarrass you? I don't care about that.

-I do care. -[Caroline] But why do you care?

Why would you ever want to conform?

It's not about conforming for me.

-I've had enough of all of this drama. -But dramas aren't a big deal.

-Yes, they are. -They don't matter.

But you didn't have to deal with it all.

-You didn't have all this drama. -Are you insane? That's crazy.

You don't know what it was like. You don't know what things were like.

You don't know that people beat me up.

That I had to deal with shouting and insults too.

But so what? It didn't destroy me.

I think that's why my father loved me.

Because nothing, and I mean nothing, could break me.

Strangely, I always thought you were like me.

I thought you had that in you. That thing that could never be broken.

I don't want you to give in.

-I don't want you to be scared. -That's too bad. I'm scared of you.

-We can't… -See? Look, when you touch me,

-I can't even stand your touch. -[Caroline] Why not?

I don't want to be touched.

[sobbing] I don't want to be touched.

-No. -Hm. [clicks tongue]

Please. Don't touch me. I can't stand you touching me.

[sobs]

So then I'm…

-I'm a total failure. -No, you're not a total failure, but…

I can't keep doing this with you.

I…

I love you. I swear, I really do love you.

But you have to know, your touch, your hugs, they scare me.

When you touch me, it makes my skin crawl.

Do I disgust you?

Yes.

-I'm sorry… but yeah. -Uh-uh, uh-uh.

Well, then…

I can't stand the way you smell.

I'm sorry, Mom. [sobs]

[sobbing]

What can I say?

What can I say?

But I love you.

I really do love you.

-But later on. Much later. -This is later.

-It's later now. -No, when I'm dead.

You will love me

for exactly the same reasons that I disgust you now.

And then I'll be gone.

Go.

[sobbing]

[somber music plays]

[overlapping chatter]

Neige.

[humming "Happy Birthday"]

-[woman] Here we go. -Two, three…

-[Matteo] Ali! -[François] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

[all] ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

[Matteo] Yeah! Nice!

[applause]

-I'd like to propose a toast. -Yeah?

I've something important to tell you. Louise and I are getting married.

[Louise chuckles]

-[Ali] Cheers! -[Lilah] Congratulations!

[Matteo] Nice! Congratulations!

[couple chuckling]

-I'll be very proud to take your name. -[Matteo] We're happy, too--

Why would you be proud? I don't understand.

Louise Robert. I think it sounds good, don't you?

-Mmm. -What is it? Aren't you happy for me?

That's not it. You don't get it.

I'm surprised someone is thrilled to take the name Robert.

-[Ali] Her husband's name, that's all. -[sighs]

You misunderstand everything.

That's the law. You take your husband's name--

No, you can keep your name.

I like "Robert." It's a masculine name. It's nice.

-And it goes with everything. -You wanna be ordinary?

[François] When they have a baby, they can call it Robert Robert.

[Lilah] "Robert Robert"?

[people chuckling]

Some things are obvious. A once-in-a-lifetime thing.

-What are you doing? -What do you want?

I'm not doing anything. Chatting with your sister.

♪ There are more important things ♪

♪ To discuss ♪

Come on. You're not going to sulk all night, are you?

I like you, François, but…

-Hm? -…sometimes you miss the point.

Miss the point. There's a point, and I've missed it.

[all chuckle]

[burps]

Oh no, come on now. No burping!

The balcony will collapse.

[all chuckling]

Go on then. Launch your incriminations.

Start the trial. Go on. It's your time now.

So, why are you two fighting?

-Come on! -We don't have the same values.

We don't share the same interests.

-But-- -You don't show gratitude.

Oh, to show gratitude, I have to be at a funeral?

[Neige] Showing up, yes.

I think we honor the people we've loved by being present.

I don't feel the way you do. I don't experience things the same way.

-That makes me ungrateful? -That's the problem.

No. No, it's not, Neige.

I didn't want to be there.

[François] She didn't wanna go the funeral.

She wanted to be alone. Give me this?

Come on, Neige.

[groans]

[Lilah] This'll make you feel better.

Do you need to throw up?

She couldn't throw up even if she wanted to.

-What are you saying? -She's stopped eating.

The girl's stopped eating.

I gotta go.

I'm so fucked up.

ALGERIA 1954-1962

AN ILLUSTRATED HISTORY OF THE ALGERIAN WAR

[muffled music and voices]

[loud music and voices]

[traffic honking loudly]

[beeping]

-[man] Hello. -Hello.

Sure.

[pensive music playing]

Sofiane! Sofiane? Call Sofiane.

-You want me to? -Call Sofiane.

Excuse me, sir?

-Ma'am? -I don't understand. That shows number 35,

and I'm number 456.

-Yes, it's not working, ma'am. -[Neige] Oh.

Welcome to Algeria! What can I do for you?

Well, I'd like to apply to get my Algerian citizenship.

-Excellent decision. -Yeah.

-So I have all the paperwork in my bag… -Mm-hm.

…um, apart from the paperwork for my mother,

and I can't get a hold of that because we're not speaking.

I was wondering if the Consulate

could maybe look in the archives and find my mother's paperwork.

[man laughs]

You want us to search the paperwork of 35 million Algerian women,

to find your mother's paperwork?

-That's right. -That's right?

Ma'am, could you imagine if everybody asked us that?

But not everybody is asking you for that.

So you want us to make an exception?

-Yeah, -You're already an Algerian.

-[laughs] Thank you. -Come with me.

19 JUNE 1965

[man] Two days later,

the people of Algiers find tanks in the city center at dawn.

The Algerians hear about the coup thanks to a radio report played on a loop.

Ben Bella had been overthrown

by men acting in the name of the Revolutionary Council.

[crowd chanting]

DNA RESULTS AVAILABLE

READY TO EXPLORE YOUR ETHNIC BACKGROUND?

-So, what are you expecting? -I'm expecting, ah…

-The minimum-- -Well, my mother--

What percentage would disappoint you?

My mom is 50% Algerian, so, for me, half of 50 is 25.

[François] Mm-hm.

-So I'm expecting 25% Algerian. -What about your dad?

My dad is a quarter Vietnamese.

-So if he's a quarter, I have seven… -Right.

So I have seven percent. Mm.

-Hold on. He's a quarter… -Vietnamese.

And 25… Algerian.

-Right? -So…

I can't look.

-[François] Ready? -Mm-hm.

"Neige, you are…"

[boys playing]

What is all this other crap?

Come on, be serious!

Thirty-five…

point four percent Iberian.

-Iberian? It says Iberian? -Spain.

Did you think I was talking about calling a taxi?

-Stop it. Hang on. What, Spain? -I'll just call an "Iber."

-Stop. Be serious. Tell me what it says. -Yes. 35.4% Iberian,

17.3% Greek and Southern Italian,

-15.7% Italian. -Look.

North African, 14.8%.

It's not right. I don't understand.

That's what the Green Party scored last time, and they were pumped.

-You have 14.8%-- -Shh.

That's can't be right. That's nothing like what I thought.

Thirty-five percent Iberian. But I'm not Spanish.

Are you going to get all depressed because you're 35% Iberian?

Well, there we go. There I am.

-[chuckles] -[sighs]

-Let's look at the matches. -What matches?

-Apparently you can find cousins. -[François] Amazing.

-[Neige] Look, 73 pages of cousins. -[Neige] Jonathan Chartier.

He's your first cousin, three times removed.

-Yes. -Longest segment: 21.6cm.

-What is his longest segment? -[chuckles] I don't know.

What does it mean that the length of his segment is 21.6 cm?

-[laughing] -Hold on, hold on.

I'm sorry, but that's better than Juan Dipolito.

Trustworthiness: average.

If you lend him some cash, he won't pay you back.

Clément Toiteau.

-Yeah. -In his thirties.

-Yeah. -Suddenly she's interested.

What are his hobbies? Does he have a dog? What is he interested in?

"Yeah." Do you want to know the length of his longest segment? 21.6 cm.

All your cousins have penises the same size.

-[laughs] -Look at this. Look at this.

-It's amazing. -[Neige] Look at that. I'm 5% Asian.

-Filipino, Indonesian and Malaysian. -That's gotta be from my dad.

I'd like to know what comes from Dad and what comes from Mom.

It must be possible to get the exact numbers.

[man] So if I understand correctly, you want to know

which part of your DNA comes from your father…

-Yes, yes. -…and which from your mother?

So, you'll need a Y-chromosome DNA test.

You'll have to test your father.

Oh, so my father would have to take the test as well?

Yes, because the Y chromosome only exists in men.

And if I get a hair sample?

No, we don't work with hair particles. We have to take a saliva sample.

What about a nail?

No, it's just a saliva sample,

and you also will need to have his consent, okay?

-Does your father have a brother? -He doesn't have any brothers.

Well, in that case, you don't have a choice.

You're going to need to ask your father.

Hm.

[doorbell rings]

Hi, there. I'm a little early. I was in the neighborhood.

-Do you mind? -Not at all.

-Am I the first? -Yeah.

If you like, I can help set the table.

Not yet.

-I'm gonna finish something I was doing. -Oh, sure.

[hisses]

How are you?

Not great.

I feel a bit lost.

[breathes deeply]

And do you have an idea…

why that is?

I'm worried about how you'll react.

Ah.

Would you give me a sample for a DNA test, please?

No. You know…

You should have gotten more of an education,

because then you'd know that kind of thing is for weak, stupid people.

Won't you do the test for me? Let me take a sample?

No, I won't do that.

-I never ask you for anything. -It's a definite no.

I just don't like scams like that.

-Spend money on something else. -Why so angry?

I don't want to talk about things like this. It annoys me.

It's hard to find a topic that doesn't make you annoyed.

That must mean something.

The only thing you're comfortable talking about

-are your snakes? -Yeah.

[sobs softly]

[Pierre] What?

I don't know. It's just, I…

You're a quarter Vietnamese.

You never talked about your Vietnamese heritage at all.

I find it bizarre.

I spent time with Grandpa Robert.

He always took us to Vietnamese restaurants.

He looked Asian.

But you never talk about him.

-Why don't you talk about him? -Because it doesn't really interest me.

I came here when I was very young. I consider myself first and foremost…

French.

And I'm very proud to be.

Very, very proud, in fact.

Who do you vote for?

[sighs]

-Do we really need to get into all that? -Yes.

Last time, I didn't vote.

The time before that, I voted for Le Pen. Is that's what you want to know?

[sniffles]

[Pierre] I don't want that to make you cry.

[sobs]

Hm. Well, I'll leave you to cry in peace.

-[Matteo] This soup is very good. -[Ali] I love peppers.

[Pierre] Oh, thanks.

Wow, this is really good. Not bad, huh?

-Have you ever been to the Basque Country? -[Pierre] Yes.

Have you ever been to the Basque Country? Who's been?

Me.

[François] Food there is incredible. I went to a restaurant with a Basque chef.

Now, every time I eat oysters, I think of that place.

If you eat there, you can't eat for weeks afterwards.

-Everything else tastes like shit. -Yeah?

For sure.

[Neige] So, I noticed, you're nice to Matteo now.

You used to call him a bastard.

-That didn't mean anything. -No.

"Bastard" isn't mean.

When I was little, I didn't like you calling him a bastard.

-[François] He called you a bastard? -Yeah.

He doesn't have the same father as the rest of us.

-Our mom cheated on our dad. -[Pierre] Yeah.

Then she had Matteo.

-Yeah. -[François] Do you have a rice cooker?

I don't know what they do. I make it as simple as possible.

-Not as tasty with a rice cooker. -They were invented by Joe's brother.

-[snickers] -Joe?

-Joe Cocker. -Joe Cooker.

[laughs]

[Pierre] Red or white Burgundy?

[François] I like red.

[Ali] Côte de Beaune for me.

Do you think it smells bad? It smells a bit weird.

-What, that? -[Lilah] Come on, smell. Smell it.

-[thud] -Why won't you give her your saliva?

[indistinct shouting]

She's never asked for anything. It's the only thing, your fucking saliva!

[indistinct jeering]

[Neige laughs]

Give us your saliva. Test!

-[Ali] Pierre! The test! Come on! -[Lilah] The test. Come on!

-Woo-hoo! -[laughter]

-[Lilah grunts] -[laughter]

-[Pierre groaning] -[laughing]

-[François] You're all crazy! -[Matteo] There we go!

There you go!

You're all mad. All of you are mad.

-Seriously. -What?

-You're crazy. -[Matteo] No.

You. You're insane.

All of you are insane.

Neige! You're mad. You get that?

Neige. Wake up!

[gasps, sighs]

[fan blowing]

[sighs deeply]

[grunts softly]

-[Neige] How are you? -I'm good.

[loud slurping]

-Why are you sipping your tea like that? -That's how you're supposed to drink it.

That's how you're supposed to drink it?

That's how they drink mint tea back home.

-Really? -Of course.

I don't remember that.

[slurps]

-[slurps] -That's it.

The more noise you make, the more you're an Algerian.

-[coughing] -[laughs]

I haven't gotten it yet.

-Do you know how to say "mint" in Arabic? -No.

-[speaks Arabic] -[mimics word]

[both laugh]

-[Lilah tries again] -Even I say it wrong.

[both speak Arabic]

[slurps]

[slurps]

[Lilah sobs]

[continues sobbing]

[sniffles]

[chuckles]

Little sister.

[reflective music plays]

THE QUESTION

THE DESERT AT DAWN

SPECIAL SERVICES ALGERIA

OCTOBER IN PARIS

LA KAHINA

THE PORTERS

THE ART OF LOSING

OUR RICHES

ALGERIAN WOMEN

[man 1] This is the intelligence service.

We inform you that The National Liberation Front

has ordered all Algerians to protest in the streets this evening.

The protests are against the recently introduced curfew.

We have seized banners with the following slogans:

"Down with the racist curfew." "Full independence for Algeria."

[crowd chanting] Stop racism! Stop racism!

[man 1] Around 500 Algerians have been held in a metro tunnel.

[man 2] Observers estimate that there are 4,000 protesters.

Since 8:00 p.m., the number of Algerians has grown steadily.

[man 3] The police reacted with violence.

11,538 Muslims have been arrested.

[man 4] We reached the Pont Saint-Michel.

We were stopped by a barrage of policemen.

And I saw three people thrown into the Seine.

ALGERIANS DROWNED HERE

[somber music plays]

IN REMEMBRANCE OF THE MANY ALGERIANS

KILLED DURING THE BLOODY REPRESSION OF THE PEACEFUL PROTEST

OF OCTOBER 17TH, 1961

[atmospheric music playing]

[breathing shakily]

[continues shaking]

-[woman] Hello, ma'am. I'm Dr. Michelet. -Mm.

-[doctor] How are you? -Fine.

-[doctor] Do you know where you are? -Why are you talking so loud?

-Do you know where you are, Miss Robert? -[Neige] In a hospital.

Yes, in a hospital.

Do you know how long you've been here?

Mm, yeah. Since last night.

-Do you remember anything? -[Neige] Uh…

You were unconscious. You were found unconscious on the bridge.

Yes, I remember.

Ms. Robert, we've noticed that you are severely undernourished.

And that worries me.

That's why we have you on a drip. Okay?

So what?

So, I would like to know how long it's been since you last ate.

I don't know, I don't…

[Neige sighs]

Stop staring at me like that. Giving me that look.

[gags, sighs]

-I feel like I'm in an asylum. -[doctor] You're very angry.

[laughs]

I know that you're an adult, but have you reached out to your parents?

[chuckles]

When you arrived in the emergency room, you were talking about your father.

You seemed very angry with him.

And you were talking about a test.

If my father comes here, would you be able to take a saliva sample?

-[doctor] No. -Couldn't you say it's some test for me?

-Could you ask him? -No.

I'm not allowed to ask him that.

-[sighs] -[doctor] Is it very important?

Yes.

How do you feel?

[Neige] Good.

-[Ali] Do you want to eat? -[knocking]

-[door opens] -[François] Hello. How are you?

-[Matteo] How are you? -I'm good. Cool. Fine.

So, I got you a bunch of books about Arabs.

-I'd like the little one called Nedjma. -All right.

This one.

I don't know what's so special about Arabs.

-[Ali] Do you have anything to eat? -[François] No. There you go.

Oh! What's this one?

-[Neige] Nedjma. Kateb Yacine. -[François] Okay.

[Neige] Did you know "Neige" comes from "Nedjma"?

Because our dad didn't like the name "Nedjma,"

so they chose "Neige."

[François] Uh.

Oh, because of… job interviews, that kind of thing. Right?

-[laughs] -"Nedjma" wouldn't go over too well.

-[phone vibrating] -[gasps]

-Hello? -[phone vibrates]

Hello?

Yes.

Yes.

[gasps]

[tearing]

[pensive music playing]

[phone vibrating]

Hello?

Yes.

Okay.

Thank you, sir.

Sir, could I have my sister's ID, please?

Taxi!

-Excuse me, could I see that man? -[woman] Uh, Nadir?

-[Nadir] Ma'am. -Hello.

-I'm just finishing something. -[stamps]

Here, this is for the secretary.

Okay, here it is.

Ready to go.

Brand new.

So, all I need now is your signature.

And I need your ID.

-My ID? -Your French ID.

I told you earlier you need to bring your identification.

-[panting] You're looking for this? -[laughing]

It's my sister.

Does your sister want to become Algerian, too?

No. [chuckles]

[Nadir] No, no, no. Just you.

-Here you are. -Okay. Great.

There we are!

Well, now I declare you to be officially Algerian.

Can you say it in Arabic?

[speaks Arabic]

I didn't hear. Say it slower.

[repeats phrase slowly]

That's so nice.

-See that? It's backwards. -Yeah.

[chuckles]

Wow.

[Lilah] I can't believe this is happening.

[gentle piano music plays]

[man, in French] Like every morning You said goodbye to me with a look

before leaving the house.

I stayed very still.

I thought hard of you,

realizing how happy I am to share my home with you.

It's true that I haven't said this before, neither loudly, nor in a whisper.

But you know, my girl, with us, some things are left unsaid.

I raised you as best I could,

and was always careful to keep to the rules,

and respect tradition.

My parents did the same. Believe me. Don't answer back.

I raised you as best I could.

As all our people do.

But was it for your own good?

Or was it to fit in?

All these doubts arising, and that one terrible question:

I'm the one who raised you,

but, are you truly happy?

I ask myself all this, but…

never in front of you.

You know, my girl, with us, some things are left unsaid.

What if we decided that the self-righteous should be quiet?

If, for a while, we could forget the weight of decorum?

If, for once, you could do whatever you wanted?

If for once, you went dancing and let your hair down?

I want you to shout,

to sing to the world.

I want you to allow the joys that fill you to blossom.

I want you to go out, to laugh, to talk of love.

I want you to be able to be 20 years old.

At least for a few days.

It took courage to share my feelings with you.

But if I write this letter, it's just so you know

that I love you like crazy

even if you can't see it.

You know, my girl, with us,

Some things are left unsaid.

[contemplative instrumental music plays]