Caramel

We're done!

I hope I'll make you up

for your wedding.

You first!

Layale, listen darling.

I have an audition

for a major ad and I'm late.

Please let me in before the redhead.

Hello, Soussou.

- How are you?

- Fine.

What will it be today?

Lots of volume, like a fluffy cat.

For Sunday.

What's on Sunday?

We might bury my sister-in-law.

She's dying, she won't last long.

But everything is ready.

I bought two pretty trays...

...for serving coffee and cigarettes.

Handmade, at a very good price.

And what a dress I got her!

With lace, especially around the collar.

Then I took it to the tailor...

...to take it in.

Layale, it's for you.

Hello.

Okay.

Okay, my love.

Soussou, I have to run.

Nisrine will look after you. Okay?

This is outrageous!

Nisrine, look after the shop.

I won't be long.

Nisrine.

- Lili. Lili, what are you doing?

- Working.

What?

What are you doing?

- I'm looking for a piece of paper.

- What paper?

My piece of paper.

Okay, out of the way.

I'll give you another one.

But!

Take this one, it's better.

Take it.

- I don't want it.

- It's much nicer.

Look how nice these are.

There's plenty.

Forget the other one.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to Hell, where else?

Go now.

Hello, Miss.

Hello.

You'd look prettier with the seatbelt on.

I can't, it suffocates me.

Truth be told, you're absolutely right.

But public safety requires it.

And if I don't put it on?

I'll have to...

...fine you.

As if I'm not fined enough?

Better now?

Satisfied?

Marvelous.

- Can I go now?

- Drive safely.

Thank you.

- What's up?

- Oh, my God!

Do you want a snack?

Your shirt is pretty.

Did she give it to you?

I won't leave until you fix my hair.

- What is this?

- Volume.

You call this volume?

Do you like it?

Would you go out looking like this?

- What's up?

- Shut them up...

...before I lose my temper

and hurt someone.

We need to close.

What's this pin for?

- It's chic.

- You consider this chic?

What's wrong?

Aren't you late for the audition?

My hair doesn't resemble

the haircut in the magazine.

Look closely at the picture.

Can't you see that the model

is your daughter's age?

Shut up and go inside.

That's enough.

What's wrong?

It's looks great.

You think this is great, Layale?

My hair has no volume.

See how she glued these?

I look old and cockeyed.

Like a femme fatale.

Shut your trap!

What does she want?

To get rid of me?

No, to be your loyal slave.

Will you shut up?

It's too hot in here.

Don't be cheap, turn on the AC.

The electrical fuse might blow up.

- Shut up.

- Switch off the fridge.

Forget this tape, it's useless.

Yeah, you're right.

Why do you insist on using it?

I'll tie your hair in a way...

...that will lift your eyes up

without the tape.

You'll look younger.

Then, we take off this pin.

- Look how gorgeous.

- You think so?

You're dazzling.

Like an orchid.

Rima, Johnny Bravo's here.

Thank God we're closed.

Hi, girls.

Hello. Good evening.

How are you, Bassam?

If they like your hair,

tell them I did it.

Good luck with the audition.

Rima, take care of the shop.

- Yeah, okay.

- Bye.

Hello, Auntie Rose.

How are you?

- Fine, and you?

- All is well.

How are you, Lili?

I've got some aprons that need fixing.

Put them on the table.

Stay for coffee.

We'll have a chat.

Some other time.

I have a bus to catch.

Bye, Lili.

Lili, she's saying goodbye.

Bye, bye, bye.

Okay, I'm off.

Goodnight. Thank you.

Lili, why are you acting this way?

She was talking to you.

You want to scare the customers away?

What are you doing?

Do I look better now?

You'd look better

without the chewing gum.

Welcome, it's a great honor.

Behold our future bride.

It's a great pleasure.

You made us happy.

Bless you.

Are you mad?

No one can see us.

My God.

You're so handsome.

Let me do the dishes.

You've been up since this morning.

No, let me do it.

I'll do it!

Okay, dear?

How is work?

Everything is fine?

Hello.

Is there a problem?

No, everything's great.

Please, feel at home.

Thank you.

I cannot speak louder.

My little brother's asleep.

I can't go to the living room.

My parents will hear me.

Wait, I'll go to the bathroom.

Can you hear me better?

How many times must we talk about it?

I don't feel myself.

What's his problem?

Hello.

Hello.

A problem with the car?

No. Is there a problem?

The lady is your wife?

The lady is my fiance.

Your fiance.

What are you doing

in the middle of the night?

We were at a party.

Now we're having a chat.

And I'm about to walk her home.

Why don't you chat at her place?

This is an indecent activity.

Two people talking in the street...

...is an indecent activity?

Who can prove she lives here?

Her parents live here.

Do you want us to go up

and check it out together?

Lower your voice.

Quit it, I'm talking.

Who can prove she's your fiance?

Instead of catching criminals,

you're harassing us?

Exactly!

Help me, God!

He doesn't want to understand.

- And now what?

- Your ID.

- Give him the ID.

- No way.

Give him the ID.

Don't make a scene.

Never!

What a stubborn mule.

Comply, or get out of the car.

My God, I'm always misunderstood.

Get out of the vehicle, please.

I won't get out! You get in!

"The policeman having insisted...

...several times...

...that the driver..."

What's his name again, our "Romeo"?

Bassam the Bragger.

Bragger! Bragger.

"...to get out of the vehicle..."

What did he say?

"Even God won't get me out".

God?

"Even God won't get me out...

...of the vehicle."

He's one strong guy.

You know that we have enough

reasons to send you to jail?

That'll make your day.

Oh, yes, our beautiful bride

Oh yes, Bassam is at her feet

Oh yes, for you we shall sing

Walk proud

Our lovely and pretty bride

If that night, Bassam didn 't mess up

And the police didn 't rub

His face in the mud

And your father didn't threaten him

Your wedding day

Would have never come so soon!

Walk proud, my lovely bride

The most beautiful rose

In the garden

Help! Help me!

Please, help me!

- Please let go.

- No way!

I want them.

Even if I must lie

in the middle of the road.

Go back, please. Let go.

I'll call a policeman.

I've had enough!

But I am the police.

He deserves it.

- Although he's cute.

- Cute? Him?

You never like anybody?

Enough. Without him,

we'd still be at the police station.

Even God wouldn't

get him out of the car.

These are parking tickets.

Why do you want them?

They are from my fianc.

Your fianc?

Come here.

My God, your grip is as powerful

as a crab's claw!

What's the matter, my dear Lili?

He's torturing me.

- What's going on?

- She's collecting tickets.

You don't want that?

That's better, isn't it?

- I don't want it.

- Take a flower.

I don't want it!

What is she doing?

She is stealing the tickets!

Thank you for what you did last night.

It's nothing.

If you hadn't been there...

You know, I didn't do much.

You could drop by our salon sometime.

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