Rabat

...80, 81, 82, 83, 84...

- I can do it with my eyes shut.

Nearly there!

- Even your sister's better.

You nearly made it.

Gimme 5 euro.

Hey! I'll tell your father you eat pork!

Five euro. You, where's your five euro?

Come on, come on... Five...

Ten... Nice doing business with you.

Now f*** off!

Abdel, your mother asked...

- Don't talk about my mother!

She said you have to come in.

Go and tell her I'm helping

some old ladies carry groceries.

Hey, hey... Have one.

Off you go, douchebag!

You know what's funny?

First I saw her and thought: "Wow".

Then I saw you. Lovely!

But to be honest, she is prettier.

I'm only joking! You're both just as pretty.

I usually don't even fancy Moroccan girls.

I hope you don't mind me

being so honest?

No.

It's your own risk.

Friends are throwing a party

in some club. You should come too.

It's gonna be great.

Nice party.

- Thanks.

It took me a long time,

especially those decorations up there...

Dude...

A great party.

- Thanks, man.

My parents, only daughter,

you know how it goes.

Your sister looks lovely.

She's beautiful man...

Best day of her life. Or my parents' life

anyway. Everybody is here.

You'll see, people will start talking.

I was calculating. It must have cost

about 20,000 euro. Am I right?

How much the wedding cost your parents.

Food and drink for 200. Hotels...

Who cares, man?

Nice suit, by the way.

You think?

- Is it new?

Especially for today. Hugo Boss.

- F*** off, real Hugo Boss?

Of course it's real.

Straight from Milan. Out of Mounir's trunk.

What did you give him?

- Two.

Two what? You gave him 200?

You still owe me 300!

Or did you forget?

You owe me 50 euro.

- Easy! Easy!

The suit hasn't been paid for, yet.

What are we doing tonight?

It's a kind of family day.

I promised to show the bridegroom's

two nieces around town.

Those twins?

- Country girls.

They'd even be impressed by Burger King.

I have to go to Morocco tomorrow.

- Why is that?

I only found out today.

My father sold the old taxi to a friend.

I have to take it.

What? Crazy. It's 3000 km.

What did you say?

I gave him an angry look and said: Yes dad.

I'm leaving at dawn.

- I'll come with you. I have no plans.

You don't need to.

- We'll take turns driving.

We can talk business on the way.

I have good news!

No man, my father told me

not to take you guys.

What did he say?

- You really want to know?

"Don't take the Tunisian and the clown."

- Did he call me Tunisian?

It's only business. I'll just

drop the taxi and fly home.

I'll be back in a few days to talk business.

Okay?

I can't change your mind?

Get off the hood. You'll dent it.

I couldn't find a cab.

Not in the car.

How was the rest of the party?

The party was great.

- It was?

Yeah. Cleaned up the mess,

woke up early.

Everyone was still asleep.

- Did you get any sleep?

No, you?

An hour.

I didn't sleep either.

Sh*t! The twins?

- I don't want to know.

You should, it's a great story.

- They're my in-laws now.

Let him speak!

It's bad enough that

he scandalised my family.

Don't bother, it doesn't work.

- There's a tape in it!

It's been in there since 2001.

It only receives AM channels.

AM channels? I don't know any of them.

Belgium

Do they know this car hasn't got airco?

- I don't know.

I only have to deliver it.

It's only been in Holland.

You don't need airco in Holland.

- But it's boiling in the f***ing car.

Show some respect for this car.

It's put bread on the table for 15 years.

When my father bought this car, it was

the flashiest car in the neighbourhood.

Shouldn't we wake him?

- No, let him sleep off his hangover.

I've designed some logos.

Let's look at them later.

And I found a website to

get cheap T-shirts printed.

She's watching us, isn't she?

- Yep.

Let's do the stairs.

No, man.

Why not?

Never mind.

No.

Are you ready?

My hands are shaking.

It been years since I did that.

- Stay in shape, in case of war.

Zakaria and I do it once a month.

A Bifi?

Who's supposed to eat that?

- It was the first thing I could grab.

Just like you're with girls.

You'll go to hell twice for that.

Bifi. Beef, cow.

If you worry about hell,

I hope that woman doesn't lose her job.

F*** her and her job.

She should have finished school.

You didn't finish school either.

- But I have a plan.

Look. Rafael van der Vaart.

Advertising Mars.

He didn't touch a ball in

the last World Cup...

...but made a fortune.

I should play for Holland too.

All those deals:

Nike, Coca Cola, Pringles...

You'd rather play for Holland

than Morocco?

The truth? Sure.

Morocco wasn't even in

the last World Cup.

We should make a change.

- Sh*t.

As long as the general selects the players,

we can't change anything.

Wouldn't you want to play for Holland?

My father would disown me.

Just like yours.

France

Wow. The Prince of Tunis awakes.

It's so f***ing hot in the car.

Where are we?

- Northern France.

You slept for five hours.

- I did?

I have good news. I spoke to my uncle.

I explained our plan,

told him how motivated we are.

We get his Spuistraat location

in 4 months.

We pay a family price as rent.

Everything we need is already there.

It isn't perfect, but

with a coat of paint and DIY...

And if it works out, we'll refurnish.

- Spuistraat?

It's a difficult location,

facing McDonalds...

It's his only shop losing money.

- Why else would he rent it?

But we have a unique concept

to make a success of it.

I don't know, man.

You didn't say yes, did you?

- You know my uncle. He won't ask twice.

I'll take you along when we get back.

You can see what I mean.

You see that man? Let's ask him to join us.

No.

- Why not?

If you'd been alone, wouldn't you like

someone to invite you to join him?

Not really.

Hey, sir!

You want to...

You want to eat with us?

Are you Moroccans?

- Yes, we are Moroccans.

You?

- I'm Algerian.

I'm a Tunisian.

- Tunisia.

Beautiful country.

The maker of this meal

really loves you.

This was left from yesterday's wedding.

- Wedding?

Which of you got married?

The one with the suit?

- No, no, no.

My sister.

Your health.

Where are you going?

- Rabat.

We're taking that taxi.

A Mercedes 250.

You can drive through a wall

while you wipe the windscreen.

And you, where are you going?

- Back to my city. Annaba.

I delivered a load to Antwerp.

- It went well?

I've been driving this route for 15 years.

I can drive it with my eyes shut.

What were you carrying?

Life itself, my brother.

Dates.

The bread of the desert.

You know dates were

the first fruit ever cultivated?

Even the Babylonians

were mad about them.

My family has grown them for years.

It's a nice business.

Have you read the Koran?

It says that those

who start the day with seven dates...

...will not be harmed by magic or poison.

That's really good marketing.

You have a moment?

I'll fetch something for you. Wait...

These wonderful dates

are from my brother's garden.

They're not for sale.

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