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- I'll do it.

This is where we all pretend

to be working very hard.

- That's Karim.

- We've already met.

- Eva...

- Yeah.

This is Joeri.

Yep, she's on her way to the top.

A promising career!

- He refused two battles, Rohff is...

- But what has Booba to do with rap?

No, stop talking to me.

- You just have to... He can't sing.

- Who can't sing?

Hey, watch out,

Officer Mina may come past.

Alright, thanks, Lahbib.

Booba is the best.

- Who's playing?

- Barcelona versus Real Madrid.

- Which team are they cheering for?

- This is a Barcelona bar.

Who do Moroccans generally support?

Barcelona or Real Madrid?

Fifty-fifty.

Choice of team has divided families.

- Everybody has a favourite team.

- But they're Spanish teams.

What's the connection with Morocco?

I never said it was logical.

It's just the way it is.

So who are you going to interview next?

- You.

- Me?

What's in it for me?

Nothing.

- Forget it then.

- Don't you dare?

Are you scared?

Go on, say something.

What do you want me to say?

You want a guide, no problem.

- On the left is...

- Just act natural.

- Lahbib! My friend.

- Hi, what's going on, n*gger?

- Don't call me n*gger, you f*ggot.

- Let's say hello.

- How are you?

- Fine. You?

- Such is life.

- Everything's good.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- It's been a long time.

- I've been good. And you?

Eva is a documentary maker.

Can she shoot some footage here?

If she doesn't disturb the clients,

it's fine by me.

- Alright. Thanks.

- Handsome!

Do you see, Eva?

If you want to be respected,

only one thing matters:

The haircut.

So we come here

every two to three weeks.

Moroccans are

the best hairdressers ever.

Our speciality is the layered look.

- Stop it. Do you want my spot?

- No, thanks.

Do people ask for haircuts

from the magazines?

These magazines here are

for people while they wait.

They can look and dream.

Straight, blonde hair.

Blue eyes, pockets full of money.

After a while... boom.

You wake up.

Curly hair.

Only a trimmer can help.

- Do whites come here too?

- Not very often.

- Do you know how to cut this?

- I can cut any style in the world.

You should have blacks

in your magazines.

We all are the same

after all... "Africans".

- So, did you get some good footage?

- Yes.

Are you hungry?

- Enjoy it.

- You too.

If we don't want to be

a hairdresser or a criminal...

we end up working in a snack bar.

- You didn't want to do either?

- Not really.

You mean young Moroccans can

only choose between two jobs?

No. You can clean Brussels' streets.

Or become a tram or bus driver.

- Do you like it?

- Very much.

Three Michelin stars.

So Eva, since I'm the star of your story,

do you want to see where I live?

- Yes, I'd love to.

- Cool.

Here we are.

This is my territory.

I cleaned up especially for you.

Sit down, relax.

Welcome.

- You play the guitar?

- A little.

No, please don't film me.

Why not?

It's really good.

No, it's personal.

It's this neighbourhood.

- It doesn't fit your image?

- No way. You've got it.

So you never play music

with your friends?

I do, gangsta rap.

But Arabic lyric poetry

is for a musht.

A musht?

It's difficult to explain

if you're not from BX.

A musht is like a moron.

- So you are a musht?

- Are you crazy?

I'm going to take you to

a hip hop party, you'll see.

I thought you'd have a cooler hobby.

Like shooting or something.

I have a lot of hobbies.

I'm the coolest guy around, baby.

I can get you a gun, right now.

Whatever you want.

9mm, Tek 9, Uzi...

Even a f***ing bazooka,

if you want.

OK.

Give me the camera.

- Come on, give here.

- No.

Give here. You've filmed me all day.

But I'm not allowed to film,

is that it?

How does this crap work?

There. There we go. That's it.

Do something.

Come on, do something.

- Sh*t!

- What? You want some sh*t?

No, I have to go.

- Are you in a hurry?

- Yes.

You saw the ratings too,

we dropped even further last week.

- It's just temporary.

- But Herman is pass.

It's old school.

You should come and work for us.

Your news team is too small.

Yes, but it's on small channels

that people like you can grow.

We don't have

some old fossil stuck in his job.

Herman Verbeeck is a strong brand.

He's like an airplane

crashing in slow-motion.

That's Herman Verbeeck.

I know he's your mentor, but...

It's thanks to people like you

that he holds onto his position.

- Don't let the bastard intimidate you.

- Thanks for the advice.

But I'm afraid lots of viewers

still like the old fossil.

Come on, let's go say hello.

Are you still working on this?

The week's over.

Is it any good?

You'll be able to shine.

Funny, I almost gave

the story to someone else.

- Why? Wasn't I good enough?

- No, no.

The opposite.

Everyone was convinced

you'd be eaten alive out there.

Because you look like a little angel.

But I knew better.

You wouldn't let go.

Like a pit bull with a bone.

We don't need to win awards with it.

- It's just TV, right?

- Yes, it is.

Here.

An invitation to a party. I intended

to give it to Mitch but if you want...

Some important people will be there.

It could be interesting.

Go home.

Lahbib!

How are you?

Long time no see.

Are you good?

- How did you get out?

- Oh...

A procedural error, so they say.

Those idiots had to release me.

It's a crap system.

That's all behind me now.

But tell me about you.

How have you been?

What have you done since prison?

- How's your business? Still trafficking?

- F*** off.

What?

Don't talk to me like that.

Don't you remember who took care of you

when you were out of your depth?

- You owe me respect.

- Don't. Get out of my neighbourhood.

Your neighbourhood?

It's mine too.

Not for long.

What do you mean?

Are you threatening me?

- After all I did for you...

- Everyone knows!

They don't. It's just rumours. Someone

says something, someone else repeats it.

It's just air, it's crap. That's all.

I don't care. If I see you around

here again, you'll regret it.

Don't listen to what people say.

Lahbib!

We're friends, right?

You're a picture of elegance.

I see you have good connections

in politics.

It's always pleasant

to have a drink with friends.

And they come in handy, that's true.

What's the point of this reception,

except to get drunk on champagne?

It's called networking.

Show your face, make connections.

Meet important people.

Everything to help your career.

So good work is less important

than good connections?

No, they are equally important.

If you want to make it to the top.

Why did you give me the invitation?

Why do you always ask

such stupid questions?

Because I believe in you, Eva.

But apparently I was wrong.

So now I have to go and socialize

with your rich pals?

Eva, your mum and dad belong

to Ghent's high society.

Don't pretend.

This is your world.

What's the intern doing here?

Apparently,

she does understand how it works.

Networking, sweetie.

Networking.

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