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That's nice, what about our business?

We can't do it without you. You're

the only one who can do the paperwork.

Or did your father arrange that too?

Leave my father out of it.

My father is only interested in helping me.

And don't start about our business.

Two years talking for nothing.

Suddenly you agreed to some location.

That's ridiculous.

- Nothing?

What about the logos?

- That took you half an hour.

I mean when we were going to

the Chamber of Commerce.

You didn't turn up. And the bank account.

You were to sign four months ago.

I'm busy. Working.

- A 4-day week and you live around my corner.

That's what I mean: all bullshit.

- Easy.

Timing has to be right.

It'll never be right.

I don't want to rely on people

who don't keep their side of the deal.

I don't want to be irritated

for the next 10 years...

...because you didn't organise things

and you disappeared for days.

A while back I realised

what this plan is:

It's an excuse to do nothing.

All the time we discuss it,

we don't need to do anything else.

Because we're so busy

setting up our business.

"Nadir, how about these chairs?

We'll fold the napkins in four."

"We'll only have solid gold toilet seats."

Come on. Admit you're a loser.

A loser?

You desert us and call me a loser?

Don't you agree?

My father said it when I was eight.

And here you are.

You're 22 and work part-time

in your uncle's snack bar.

You didn't finish school and

in two years that business got no closer.

Ho, that's enough.

- That goes for you too.

You don't even have a job with your uncle.

You just go along because

you always do go along with us.

I don't even know what job you could do

if we ever did open the joint.

You have no work experience.

I don't know what you're good at.

Yeah. Chasing after chicks. Borrowing money.

Smoking. Drinking. Wake with a hangover.

And don't start about your father.

He's not the reason

you didn't go to Tunisia. You are.

Everyone knows you made

a girl pregnant there. Coward.

Coward? Coward?

You have a big mouth.

You don't even dare tell us you're going

to Morocco to meet your future wife.

You thought we didn't know?

We only came to take the car?

We don't have anything better to do?

We came along 'cos we're worried

you might do something crazy.

But all that worried me recently

was when you'd be honest.

How can you talk about trust?

You're the one who betrayed the trust

of your friends in the last few days.

I never lied to you guys.

Telling us what to do! Look at yourself!

Your dad organises your job and wife!

I'd rather be a loser who wastes his life

instead of letting others do it.

Carry on. Do your thing.

At least your father doesn't need to worry

about two losers at the next wedding.

Salam Aleikum.

Salam...

And?

Going home, or on holiday?

A bit of holiday, a bit of family.

I want to tell you a story.

One day I sat here and saw

a guy your age pacing nervously.

I didn't understand the problem.

When he realised I was watching,

he came over.

He said hello and asked for a light.

I couldn't help.

He took out some matches,

so it was just an excuse to start talking.

He asked what the world was like

on the other side.

I told him that what you're looking for

defines what it would be like.

I asked him who he was with. He said

he came with the other guys from his village.

They were excited,

ready for a great adventure.

They only talked about Mercedes cars

and blonde women.

They came aboard, went off and

I didn't see him for a while.

Years later, the man came again.

This time with a car.

I saw in his face

that time had changed him.

On the back seat was a colour television.

They weren't very common back then!

I remember it said: Philips..

...in bright shiny letters.

He went to his village and

when he returned...

...a young woman had taken the place

of the television.

The next year, he didn't come.

But he did the year after.

He came in a much bigger car.

On the roof were a fridge,

washing machine, bicycle and toilet.

He'd brought anything he found.

His wife was in the back with a little boy.

A few years later, I saw him again.

The roof was packed again

and the backseat full of little children.

And he was happy. Why?

Because he'd saved money to build

a house in his village for his future.

He came back at the start of a new

summer. His first son was as big as you.

He was still happy. His house was finished

and he even planned a swimming pool.

I asked:
"You have a swimming pool

on the other side too?"

He asked if I was joking. The only

swimming pool there were the drops...

...falling from the leaking kitchen ceiling.

He spent the summer with his family.

But when they came back,

he didn't get out of the car.

He looked exhausted.

His eldest son drove the car.

And about three or four months later...

...I saw his son push a coffin

onto the boat.

Then I knew his father had died.

From the moment he boarded, the son stayed

with the coffin until we moored.

While he sat there, he phoned

the workers digging the swimming pool.

He told them to stop and

dig a grave for his father.

The poor man, God rest his soul.

Time flies. I'm going back to work.

I can't make you change your mind?

Nope.

Then get off the hood. You might dent it.

Morocco

What's the time?

We'll make it easy.

Stop for a smoke?

Let's have a bite to eat.

- We're nearly there.

Don't lie. It's a few more hours.

- So we're nearly there.

Turn it up! Turn it up!

Hurry up, friend!

- Relax, this is Morocco.

Hi.

Neuken in de keuken?

Cigarettes?

Chewing gum?

Hash?

- Get lost before I call your father!

Father dead, mother dead. All dead.

He can do it in any language.

Tu parles Franais?

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir?

Buy something or leave him alone.

Okay, give me a pack of Marlboro.

- 50 dirham.

What? Way too expensive!

You think I sh*t money?

Whatever. I don't care.

I have plenty of customers.

How much?

- Just for you:
40 dirham.

- Too much?

You never went out with a girl?

You won't get anywhere on 40 dirham!

- Here you are:
3 euro.

What use is that to me?

- Give him another 50 cents. Here. Okay?

F***.

What's up?

That little rat ripped me off.

He sold me an empty package.

Salam...

- Salam...

Fill it up?

- Yes, please.

Plenty of time.

You can relax a bit.

I'm glad we are here.

It's a pity about that mirror.

Forgive me, can I ask something?

Sure...

You know a garage near here?

- Why? You have a problem?

We need a mirror.

You can only get mirrors like that

from Crazy Karim.

Is it far?

No, it's not far. But difficult to find.

We'll never make it, man.

Why's it difficult?

Trust me.

The destination is difficult

to explain to foreigners like you.

Why?

- There are no street names.

You'll never find him.

And I warn you. Don't take this car.

It's much too good looking.

But if you take someone from here...

...you might make it.

- What would someone like that cost?

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