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He's never called me like that.

I've never yelled like that.

Anyway, I promised.

Okay, I shouldn't have.

We'll make up tonight.

If you come tonight,

call me first.

Corn, hot corn!

What?

Hot corn!

Fouad, stop it!

Here.

Give him this. Careful.

Here.

I don't want any.

You cut your hand!

No, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

You're bleeding!

Ahmad! He cut his finger!

Is that better?

Lucie!

Ahmad'?

How did you know it was me?

I knew you were coming today.

My little Lucie...

Lucie, want seconds?

No, thanks.

No?

Come on, have some.

You won't get real Ghormeh

Sabzi again soon.

Unless you marry

two nice Iranian guys.

And you, Fouad, an Iranian girl.

How's that sound?

- More?

- Thanks.

What are Iranian girls like?

Iranian girls.

They look like me...

But they're girls.

Like this!

You like that?

They do this all the time?

- And they have a beard?

- No!

You want to go

to Iran with Ahmad?

Uh, what's it like'?

You always come home so late?

Just to sleep.

Really?

I have nowhere else

to spend the night.

Why don't you

want to sleep here?

Same as you.

You'd rather go to

your friend's tomorrow.

This isn't my home.

And your friend's place is?

I'm not comfortable here.

Me neither.

It's not the same.

For me, it's hard to face the

guy who's about to marry my ex.

It's normal.

Now she's just your ex?

Well, yes.

Whatever.

What?

You lived here with her for years

and now she's just your ex?

Everything3 changed since then.

We got separated.

Give me a hand.

You're old enough

to understand that.

I'm old enough not

to be preached at.

I'm not here to preach.

Your mother asked me to see

what's got into you.

I don't know why

she thinks you'd tell me.

She knows what's got into me.

I don't want to see that jerk

when I come home.

Lucie!

Come here, please.

Isn't he a good guy?

I don't know him.

Why call him a jerk, then?

What's he done?

Nothing.

He has no business being here.

Your mother wants

to live with him.

She can live with

whoever she wants.

Whoever she wants?

Even a guy with a kid

and a wife in a coma?

Fouad's mom?

And if she married somebody

else, would you mind?

It'd be the same.

So your problem isn't him.

Since I was born, my mom's

changed guys three times.

And it's always the same story.

They come, stay for a few

years and then they leave.

Would you talk to her?

About what?

Talk her out of it.

You guys are still up?

Go upstairs, Fouad.

Time for bed.

Two more minutes, please!

Two minutes.

Good evening.

Good night.

Lucie?

Can you sleep

downstairs tonight?

Fouad will go up with Ahmad.

I saved you some food

if you haven't eaten.

Wow.

Thanks.

You want me to heat it up?

No, thanks.

Where did you get all the herbs?

I went shopping with the kids.

You're still a great cook.

The one thing

I'm still great at.

What time must we

be there tomorrow?

You don't eat

Ghormeh Sabzi with a fork.

Here.

Did you talk to her?

Yes.

And?

You can guess.

She doesn't like you remarrying.

She's scared you'll

live with him for a while,

and then he'll leave.

Tell her this one won't.

I don't think I'm the right

person to convince her

to be happy

you're getting married.

I'm not asking her to be happy.

I just want to know

what she's after.

Stopping this marriage.

It made me laugh, too.

Try to convince her

before making your decision.

My decision's made.

Fouad?

Yes.

If you're not comfy,

we can switch.

I'm okay.

I need to pee.

Go, then. Go on.

That's good.

Did you talk to her doctor, too?

No, just the nurse.

What did she say?

About what?

The scratches on her stomach.

They happened after

my last two visits.

Maybe it has nothing

to do with the visits.

Maybe it was involuntary.

You'd like it to be involuntary?

I'm sorry.

Do you hear yourself?

You can't say whatever you

want and then apologize.

What are you doing here?

It's dark, I can't go up.

Why do you want to go up?

I asked him to go

upstairs with Ahmad.

The girls are together.

Maybe he doesn't want to sleep

with a stranger.

Get your things, we're leaving.

I'm sleepy.

I want to go to bed.

You asked me to come get you.

I want to stay.

You can sleep in my bed.

Come on.

Ahmad, leave it,

we're running late.

The sink is clogged.

It can wait.

We have to be there by 9:00.

Hurry up, kids!

Yuck!

Oh!

Hey.

Hi.

Hey, kids.

Morning.

Samir...

My hands are dirty, sorry.

It's blocked again?

It's unblocked.

I'll just screw it back on.

Can I have the tea, please?

We'll drop you off.

No need.

Ahmad, we're late.

I'm done.

Get moving, kids.

Go get ready.

It's leaking.

There's always been a leak.

I told you

the joint has to be changed.

I'll take care of it.

Leave it, I'll do it.

Okay.

Did you eat anything?

SAMIR; Not yet.

Can I see you after?

Don't you have class?

Ahmad.

Coming.

I can skip.

What time do you finish?

Want me to drive?

Looking for something?

No.

Wait.

Isn't that

the school Lucie went to?

Yes.

Let's go.

Bye, kids.

FOUAD; Bye, Ahmad.

Bye, Mommy.

Bye, sweetheart.

Bye, Mommy.

Wait, let me see.

Come on, Fouad.

Okay, bye-

How did you meet?

At the pharmacy.

He'd come in for

his wife's medicine.

What was wrong with her?

She was depressed.

What?

Huh?

What's that supposed to mean?

We call it a smile.

We call it mocking.

What's funny about it?

Miss our fights, darling?

Is her depression funny to you?

Be nice or I'll get out

and go back to Tehran.

Aside from your hair...

No divorce.

...you haven't changed.

Shall I get out?

Stop joking, we're late.

Shall I?

Stop it.

Seriously,

what did you think of him?

Tell me first how serious

all this is for you.

Serious enough for me

to be pregnant.

Madam?

Is that a joke?

No.

The request applies only

to your personal situation

since no children

were born from this marriage.

Ms. Brisson renounces the

usage of her husband's name

and shall be restored

to her maiden name.

It is noted that Ms. Brisson

will keep her home,

20, rue de Paris, in Sevran.

The divorce will take effect

on October 19th, 2012,

date of this hearing.

Sorry.

Would you please turn that off?

Each party has recovered

their personal property.

Remaining possessions

have been divided.

The taxes have been

paid by the two parties.

The cost of the divorce

will be shared.

This document clearly defines the

consequences of the divorce,

if both parties consent.

Is your decision final, madam?

Yes.

And you, sir,

is your decision also final?

Yes.

Therefore,

you are hereby divorced

as specified by Art. 230

of the Civil Code.

I ratify the appended document,

which will be attached

to the judgment...

Please turn it off.

Sorry.

Marie, it's me.

They've brought the suitcase.

It's broken.

I don't know if

somethings missing,

if I should accept it or not.

Call me back.

Okay?

What if somethings missing?

Doesn't he have insurance?

Don't know.

What do we do, then?

Will you take it or should I

return it to the airport?

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