The Secret of the Grain Page #7

They what?

They see a difference.

That's what you say.

They do. I know what I'm saying.

- What did they do?

- Nothing.

They never did anything to me!

Some things don't lie.

Sometimes it's in your head.

Slimane will be disappointed.

What can you do?

Try to convince her. I know you.

She's hard-headed.

It's rough.

- It'll be rough.

- Try.

Try to find the words.

That's all I'm asking.

Let's go. Pass me my cigarettes.

Kader's here.

How are you, handsome?

Looking good.

- Getting married?

- See that?

Quit it. Don't start.

Look at him, a real gentleman.

I'm always a gentleman.

What do you think?

Why don't they open?

We are not going

to keep waiting like this...

Lots of people!

Thank you for the invitation.

- How are you?

- Fine, and you?

- Very nice place.

- Thank you.

Good luck.

How are you, Olfa? It's nice.

It's my father mostly. Like it?

- Lovely.

- Very nicely done.

It's super. With those palms. Great.

Azza!

- Azza!

- Coming.

The children's plate.

- Mind the bones for them.

- I know.

- That's the poor man's plate.

- Whose?

- A poor man. Go out and find someone.

- No, it takes too long.

- All the way into town.

- Find someone outside.

No, I'm not going.

You go.

All right, I know you.

- Took the garbage out?

- Yes.

Get out of here. I'll manage.

Go ahead, sit down.

You go over there.

Nadia, serve there.

I'm here?

Some people haven't been served yet.

My daughter.

Oh, she's your daughter.

Nice to meet you.

- Welcome.

- Thank you.

Should I seat them?

- Have a nice evening.

- Thank you, see you later.

I put you at that table

in the back.

Olfa!

Go get the couscous.

Majid!

Mom!

What is it? What are you doing?

What's the matter, Mom?

Come on, let's go.

Please.

Me, go there? That'll be the day.

Come on. Why do you do this?

There's lots of people there.

Come on, please.

What is it?

What is it?

Tell me.

What is it? He had to put it there?

Couldn't find another dock?

He wanted Quai de la Rpublique.

Think he wanted this crappy place?

That's all they'd give him.

It's just one evening.

Then he's going.

You think it was to upset you?

It was just chance.

To humiliate me.

Humiliate you? He wouldn't.

Stop thinking everyone's

against you, that they wish you ill.

People don't just think about you.

You're a joke. F***, I swear.

We'll go bad if you keep this up.

Disgusting.

People will say you got dumped.

Fingers will point at us again.

When I think about that Souad.

She's so annoying.

She'll get ideas again.

I heard the girls already.

They said stuff.

It's just gossip.

That's why we should go.

Or they'll get in Slimane's head.

They'll say,

"Dad, only your children are here."

She's nothing.

She's never there for you.

Always moping, acting important.

She's never happy.

You'll see.

Let them talk. Who cares?

Right, cause Slimane doesn't care.

Wait till he starts wondering.

How will that feel? Weird?

I don't care.

How can you let them?

Why do you let them talk?

If I were you, frankly...

Not just cause you're my mother,

you're gorgeous.

Young, pretty. You got it all.

In your place, to get them jealous,

I'd put a mean dress on,

some make-up,

I'll brush out your hair.

Put on some jewelry.

You go there,

look them in the eye.

You walk in there,

and you act like a star.

Like a hypocrite.

You know how they act.

Asking how you are, all that.

Do the same.

You don't care about anyone.

At least you'll screw them.

- Just do that.

- No.

Do it for real. Why not?

You're not a woman?

F*** them.

Just to get on their nerves.

Show who you are.

You're gorgeous, compared to them.

No comparison. Night and day.

Did you see her face?

All fat, doesn't know how to dress.

She's disgusting.

She wears flea market stuff.

She disgusts me, really.

She's so ugly, with that hair.

You got nice hair.

All she can do is criticize people.

She wags her tongue

and she can cook. That's it.

I'd rather be the gorgeous one

than know how to cook. I mean it.

Am I right?

Everybody's expecting you.

I saw Hamid, Kader.

They all asked for you.

And Slimane!

That really pains me.

He'll be crushed.

- You go.

- Crushed.

His kids will be happy as sh*t!

He'll be crushed.

You go, you earned it.

I won't go if you don't.

You invested in it.

No. I invested with the heart.

I don't give a f*** about parties.

You don't go, I don't go.

You'll represent me. It's fine.

- I won't.

- It's the same thing.

No, it doesn't work like that.

The most important day of his life,

you drop him like a dog.

What are you, ashamed of something?

He doesn't care.

He does so. He asked me before,

if you were coming.

He did not.

I swear. He said, "Is she coming?"

I said, don't worry,

I'll try to convince her.

I shouldn't even tell you that.

You disgust me.

Damn it!

There's lots of people.

Sh*t.

We never go out.

I'm sick of being all cooped up.

You go.

Go, you're not even dressed.

I go, then you say I ditched you.

I know you.

Come on, Rym.

Enough.

It's no big deal.

It's nothing. You go.

Me or you is the same.

So just go.

You'll have fun, get off my case.

You're so selfish.

It's disgusting.

All you think of is yourself,

and your shitty hotel.

What would it cost you?

Will you die if you go?

Explain it to me. What?

It's not for me to go, that's all.

Disgusting.

That woman...

With all those people there.

Everybody served?

You all right, Dad?

- What's in this?

- Tuna.

Tuna.

Those are Fatma's fingers.

Fatma's fingers.

- Not bad.

- Yeah, it's good.

Like egg rolls.

Hey, Mom.

- Going OK?

- Yes.

How's the couscous?

The sauce, vegetables, fish,

and the grain.

It's really good.

If this fish couscous catches on...

We've got worries.

Unfortunately, we'll find out,

in our restaurant business,

we'll have less clientele.

People will come here.

And I heard their pricing

will be very, let's say, reasonable.

We wouldn't be able

to do that sort of thing.

Follow his lead.

Stop, he's not from here.

I won't follow

a guy who's not from around here.

- Got it?

- Yeah.

It's heavy.

Riadh!

Come help us unload!

We're late.

Well, let's have a toast.

Mr. Beji!

- He's the owner?

- Right.

Do you know Mr. Dorner?

Yes, we met at City Hall.

A little hurriedly.

Right.

Congratulations. It's lovely.

Mr. Dorner is deputy mayor.

Future mayor!

No, deputy is hard enough.

A stepping stone!

I know what I'm saying.

Say you don't want to.

It would be good.

Municipal advisor, cultural affairs,

owner of our largest vineyard.

Which you manage admirably.

Honorary member

of the "Give A Net" Foundation,

which is managed, just as admirably,

by Madeleine Dorner.

Flattery!

Whatever it takes.

Get a grip.

You're melting on the ground.

Speaking of humanitarians,

Mr. Beji here

is a fine example of merit

and perseverance.

A fine human adventure.

Exactly. A fine human adventure,

I must say.

When you came that first day,

with your daughter,

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