Death for Sale Page #2

Let go!

Get out of here!

Do you want me to get mad?

I'm the one who'll get mad!

Get away, you!

Calm down, Hamdane!

And you, respect your uncle!

You're acting like children.

What are you looking at?

They've picked up dealers at Tetouan.

Dealers! That's all we need.

There! Damn you all!

We have to free Dounia.

From where?

The police station.

You're out of your mind!

You want to attack the police station?

I can't leave her there.

Wake up.

You'd risk your neck for her?

Forget her! We need money.

Why should we wait for Allal?

We got by before.

Listen, Nadia has a rich friend.

She'll help us.

She'll distract her, I'll steal her bag.

You just have to follow me.

I know the streets.

Let go of me! Leave me alone!

Get off my back!

Beat it! Leave me be!

I told you to move!

I'm begging you!

Aouatif!

Malik!

Help me. Your uncle's going

to kill your sister.

Don't worry, they fight all the time.

Please, come!

Hamdane is always fighting

with someone.

Let him.

It's Aouatif's turn!

Please... help me.

Listen, aunt...

Don't worry, they always make up.

Malik!

Hello.

This is for my cousin...

What's her name? - Dounia.

Is she a singer? - A singer?

Sounds like a singer's name.

My uncle loves musicals, that's why.

Poor thing! What's in there?

Food...

Food?

You're fond of your cousin.

No problem, give it to me.

Thanks.

Can I come with you?

Where is he?

He didn't do anything.

God called her back to Him.

She's gone,

we can't bring her back.

She hanged herself.

Where is he?

He did nothing.

Where is he?

She hanged herself!

Calm down, Malik!

Stop thief! - Get him!

Thief!

Son of a b*tch! - Move!

Filthy thief! - Bastard!

Hit him!

Here, miss. - Thief!

Say you're sorry.

I'm sorry.

Come on, children...

back to class!

Listen to me!

Go inside, we'll take care of him.

Give him what he deserves.

God be with you.

We'll make a list of thieves,

faggots and tramps

who hang around school.

We'll hang them all, like this a**hole.

And then? - We'll kill them.

Easy! We torture them, then sell them

to whoever wants them.

They can kill them as they please.

Hey, who are these guys?

Who are they?

What are you doing

on my patch?

Who taught you

to hang people like this?

In an Islamic land!

He's a thief!

A thief has the right to be judged

for his own redemption.

Who will judge him?

He will be judged

according to Sharia law.

He was a thief. What about you?

You sin, you drink alcohol!

Cut him down if you want me

to pardon you.

Never. If you want him, you pay.

You're a real hot-head, eh?

Want me to cool it for you?

If you weren't just kids...

Let him go!

Get out of here!

Are you sure?

Go and see inspector Debbaz.

First floor.

No, the bakery is

just a cover.

He deals dope.

I don't like him selling to kids.

He's just small-time.

You won't find much at the bakery.

Allow me.

Shall I put them here? - Yes.

Like I said, inspector,

I don't like him selling dope to kids.

It's not only hashish, other drugs too.

How long has

he been dealing?

Since my father's death.

Since he's been running the bakery.

My mother doesn't know.

You'll get the other half

when I see with my own eyes.

Keep it, inspector.

There's a prisoner here called Dounia.

If you could let her go,

I'd be grateful.

Please...

Tell me what's going on!

You're ruining my goods!

Have mercy! My bread!

You haven't seen anything yet!

At least tell me what's going on!

We found this in a bag of flour.

I swear, I don't know

where that came from.

Take him away.

Have mercy...

Beat it! Let us do our job!

He hasn't done anything!

Let my husband go, I beg you!

A deal here, a theft there,

trafficking,

a madman who thinks

he's in Tora Bora...

You tell me and I'll take care of it.

No worries for you.

No more thieving for you.

All expenses paid by me.

You really like me.

Yes, I do.

You were made for this job.

What job? Snitch?

Wait, I'll be back.

Forgive me for the other day,

I didn't do it on purpose.

So I'm right for the job?

For being a snitch?

So what?

It's a job like any other.

You even denounced your father.

He's not my father!

He's my uncle. He married my mother

to get his hands on the bakery.

You should have seen

the bakery before!

Those were the good times.

He even sold the shop window!

The window!

Forget that now.

You'll go far. And remember,

I was the one to tell you.

You'll go far.

If you give me good tips,

I'll spoil you.

You'll be a cop.

By the way...

I'm releasing Dounia tomorrow.

Do you know the Mirada hotel?

Go and see Houcine.

He'll give you a room for two.

You work by day

and go back to her in the evening.

Take care of her

and she'll respect you.

A woman is only a woman,

but a man must be a man,

a real man.

Has he been before the prosecutor?

Do you want to see him?

I never want him

to see the sun again!

Son of a b*tch! He killed my sister!

You can rely on me. - My sister.

Have a chip.

The son of a b*tch killed my sister.

Come on, move it!

Show some spirit!

Sit down.

Here.

It's a gift from God.

CDs and DVDs.

Sell them everywhere.

At factory exits, in the mosques,

in cafs, schools...

Every step you take will be

a good deed.

Don't sell them for too much.

5 or 6 dirhams at most.

Keep the money.

On one condition.

No more stealing,

no more sinning.

God will help you. Inch'Allah.

I'm tired, I want to stay here.

I don't have the strength

to go to the city.

You can go where you like.

You'll always come back here.

Your roots are strong now.

And your branches free.

God be with you.

About time!

Do you never clean the place?

Six reds, 32 beers,

2 bottles of Ricard...

Looks like you're having

a good time.

Aren't you going to say hello?

That's no way to say hello.

How are you, princess?

Come and sit down.

Aren't you going to ask how I am?

Don't you miss your daddy?

Come closer.

D'you have relatives here? - No.

And you? Any family left?

Come here.

The three of us could be

a nice family.

Come on, let's go out for a walk.

When I was a kid,

I loved to see the local youths

climb in with the cops

and speed away, American-style.

We're not playing Starsky

and Hutch here.

Look only at this mosque.

With a bit of effort, you'll get

invaluable information out of them.

You know that CD seller...

No, I don't know that sort of guy.

There are a lot around. - Yes.

May I leave?

I haven't cuffed you, you can go.

Come here.

Here, take care of yourself.

Man mourns the pleasures of life,

forgetting that happiness

lies in letting them go.

Why don't you answer your phone?

I've got a plan.

You have to answer,

so I know what to do.

Who is he?

Don't you remember?

He was with me at the Passarella.

What does he want?

I can't be with you tomorrow.

How come? - I just can't.

Where is he taking you?

I don't remember him very well.

Malik, I don't like it.

I have to work.

How will we manage otherwise?

What about the job for

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