Grond (2021–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Grond - full transcript

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Whoo!

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

And til death do us part.

Whoo!

Ah... We're gonna miss Mario's shithole.

Come on! Don't be silly.

All right, it's time to get up.

Rise and shine.

Ah...

Huh.



Everyone else is already up.

- Should I get this one?
- Yep.

You know, my whole life,
I never slept in a tent.

Seriously?

Serious as a heart attack.

I...

I thought that the Berbers
first invented the tent.

Oh, you're hilarious.

- These are dope glasses.
- Wow, look.

Three hundred and fifty-nine euros,
a flight to Bogotá.

Huh. Is there cancellation insurance?

Smile!

Chill, girl, chill.

There's no way I'm not going, believe me.



My sister's going back to repatriations,

and that's the last time
I'm stepping foot in Insurance Omar.

Oh, no, no, no, no. We're not doing that.

- It's 41 hours.
- Oh, yeah?

- That's too much.
- Yeesh.

LAWYER'S OFFICE
SUBJECT: COMPENSATION FOR DAMAGES

But we called them
and canceled, right?

The municipality
won't give us any concessions.

There's nothing we can do.

Ugh. We can't get that done,
at least not by tomorrow.

Yeah, not my problem.

You better figure this out.

Have a nice day.

Salaam alaikum.

Well, that's that.
The whole family left for Tangiers.

The father and the mother are going
first class together for the same price.

Thank you, Rachid. You're so kind.

Um...

Hmm. What?

- What is it?
- Just a sad story with one of our clients.

But it's okay.

Sweetheart.

Hmm? Oh! Sure, one sec.

Pretend you're sad,
but don't actually be sad, right?

See you later.

Hey, Mr. Big Time.
What are you doing here?

- El Fassi.
- It's a pleasure. Hey.

This guy is so amazing.

He went to Morocco
to get soil for my brother's grave.

Hey, you're in luck. Look.
Check out what Decathlon's doing.

A whole line in honor of Saïd.

- For me?
- Absolutely. My pleasure.

Hold on, hold on.

El Fassi.

You're a brilliant business man.

- Ah.
- Uh, we stopped that part of the business.

It was too much stress.

But, hey,

I appreciate this, man. Thank you.

You're welcome, man. But it's too bad.
Your service was pure gold.

I know. But so is this woman.

- Golden and all mine.
- Ha! That's great. No, I get it, man.

- Allah bless you, man.
- Bye.

Uh, Rachid, I...

It's a bow or a necktie, Omar.

The bow tie is more elegant
for the Diwan Awards.

A bow goes on top of a box of chocolates.

Mm.

Well, necktie it is.

You're not trying it on?

Try it on? Why?
I've been the same size for over 40 years.

I think you lost some weight
on that trip to Mecca.

Just try it on, please.

Thank you.

- Rachid?
- Yeah?

I wanna say,

you really are like a son to me.

Thank you.

Listen, Rachid, you know,
men, we can't be alone.

Nejma has been gone for so long.

Allah bless her soul.

I can't replace her, but I'm lonely.

What I'm trying to say is...

Well, I lied, the Mecca trip...

That wasn't the truth.

I am, uh...

I'm dating a Dutch lady.

Gorgeous, with style and class.

I feel alive.

Rachid, she's stolen my heart.

Understand?

Rachid?

Rachid?

Oh.

Sorry, Omar, but chocolates it will be.

- I'm not backing out of anything.
- What?

I even learned Colombian already.
You know that?

What? Colombian?

Oh, Colombish, whatever.

Nadia?

Hi.

I need a minute, all right?

Yeah, of course.

What's this about?

A letter?

It's from the clients
because we called off the burials.

They're gonna be suing Insurance Omar.

100,000 euros? Are you kidding?
What's up with that?

It's on the back of this.

It's the cost
of flying everybody to Morocco,

the hotel costs,
emotional damages they have

because their relatives
haven't been laid to rest yet.

Why don't they fuckin' sue the state?
It's not our problem. Ignore it.

But, Smile,

they have a contract with us,
not the state.

We have to explain this to Dad.

What?

Explain it to Dad?

Are you demented or something? Fuck that.

He put me out on my ass.
Did you forget that?

All right, but it's his business.
We can't just keep him in the dark.

No, Nadia. I can't. I'm done with Dad.

And I'm going
on a trip abroad with Alizée.

Are you?

Yes, last minute.
When we get cheap tickets, we're out.

Problem-solving by escaping.

Like father, like son.
My gosh, you're such a baby.

What does that mean?

I'm gonna get some bread.
There's no food in the house. Cool?

Okay, cool.

What was that?

It was, uh, sister issues.

Sister issues?

What's that mean?

Well, your brother came up with it.

Can you come to the office later, Dad?
I have to talk to you about something.

Please, Dad, I need your input.
It's something important about work.

Just come by the office,
and I'll explain when you get here.

Okay, thanks. I'll see you soon.

Bye.

Hello. Can I help you?

Are you Nadia?

Yes.

Have we met before?

I'm Souad.

Hi, Souad.

You know we can only do repatriations
at the moment, right?

No.

Souad from the Netherlands.

One with spicy sauce.

No, no, I'm good.

What's wrong?

I'm not hungry.

Me neither, bro. We're fucked.

What?

We're missing the drama.

From five funerals a week to none.
I just feel empty, man.

We're having withdrawal.

I can't take it.

Whoa!

439 euros, last-minute.

- Pretty good price.
- So?

It's for tomorrow.

That's perfect.

Yo, what's goin' on?

Hey, bro, you can come.
It's not like we care.

And what, dude?
Sleep in a tent on the top of you guys?

Where you are is your business.

As long as your shoes
sleep outside the tent.

I'm not sleeping in a tent.

I'm on that hotel shit.
And I'm stayin' four stars or better.

All right, fine. Book 'em.

And if you guys
get into an argument,

Uncle JB will be there to fix it.

Buy it?

Sure.

Yes!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
That's rule number one. Hey!

- Mm.
- Ah! Screw it!

Get out of there, you hear me?

How do you know my dad?

Has your father seriously not mentioned
anything about us?

No, why?

And did you know
he went out of town for a while?

Yes, to Mecca.

No, sweetheart.

He never went to Mecca.

Souad? What are you doing here?

If you checked your phone,
you'd know, you bastard.

I was going to tell them today.
Really, Souad, I promise.

Stop the sweet-talking, you liar.
How dare you?!

I thought you loved me.

Damn you!

Fuck you, Omar!

You've been with her for long?

I was waiting for the right time.

Souad!

Well, you've picked the perfect time.

Souad, I was gonna tell Nadia.

I told Rachid.
I'm not sure he really understood.

Unbelievable.

Come on, you had that operation,

and the doctor
specifically said no stress.

- So it's my fault, then, really?
- No, no, no.

Admit it, the marriage
is too much for you, all right?

Souad, you're my heart!

I'm so in love. I want to get married.

I honestly haven't felt this way
about anyone since Nejma passed away.

You haven't felt this way? Come on!

You've humiliated me, you coward.

I've been waiting for a year.

A year, Omar.

Souad.

Souad.

Souad! Souad!

When did you get this?

This morning.

Well, it looks like
they wanna settle this out of court.

Okay, what happens
if we don't agree to it?

Well, they could file a complaint
at that point.

It could take months
before it goes through, though.

Then, what does that mean for us?

It means you have to go to court.

Go to court?

Yes.

Or pay them what they're asking.
There's really no other choice.

Okay.

Thanks.

If I can do anything to help,
please call, all right?

Okay, thanks so much.

- Have a good day.
- You too.

Mm, Nadia.

- Oh, hi, Brahim.
- Hi.

How's it going?

All right. And you?

Ugh, sorry.

- My mind is kinda scattered.
- It's no problem. Trust me, I know.

What have you got going?

Taking my kid, here, to day care.

Eh, it's a job.

- Yeah.
- Until something better comes along.

Yeah, I really tried
to reason with Rachid.

It's okay, Nadia.

- There's not as much work now.
- It's really okay.

Now I have the time
to learn classical Arabic.

That's good.

Mm.

- Uh, I... I have to...
- Yeah, me too.

Uh...

Salaam alaikum, Brahim.
I hope it goes well.

Alaikum salaam.

Excuse me. I need a large piece of fabric.

There's carpet over there.

The fabric's underneath.

Uh, no, I mean to hang on the wall,
something I can paint an ad on.

I don't sell that.

- Do you know where I could find it?
- Someplace else.

Um, I won't be putting any ads up for you.

Hey, what's this, man?

- It's a large piece of fabric.
- And what I needed.

You said you wanted
something for the wall.

And that already has an ad on it.

And it's for an airplane.

Have you got one?

You Howard Hughes?

I didn't think so.

Hmm.

Yeah, ask Omar.

Uh-huh. Yeah.

Hello?

Hey, Smile.
I just got back from the lawyer.

It's really not looking great for us,
and I need your help.

Nadia, the business
isn't my problem anymore.

And besides, I canceled my clients.

Be serious, Smile.

Come on,
I can't handle all this on my own.

Yeah, I'm sorry. What can I say?

Okay, then, it's simple.

I'll telling Dad about this
as soon as I'm off the phone,

so I'd be gone by then,
unless you want to help me.

Okay, cool.
I'll see what I can do before the trip.

Just don't tell Dad and Rachid yet.

Okay.

So? What do you think?

Great.

What?

No, no, no, no.

Sexy.

Real sexy.

Are you gonna wear something sexy?

Why?

What, did you forget?

Oh, I remember, the Diwan Awards, yes.

So why are your hands covered in paint?

Uh, you'll find out tomorrow.

Believe me, just you wait.

Sweetheart.

Look.

- I know you want to wait a while, but...
- Rachid, this is not the right time.

Since your father got back from Mecca,
it's never the right time.

He never even went to Mecca, after all.

He was really with a Dutch woman.

Omar?

With who?

Oh, man.

Yes, Souad.

We don't even know her,
and you know how naive my dad is.

Well, I just hope they don't have kids.

What? Omar is a playboy.

They'll beat us to it.

Oy-yo, 100,000?

I can't leave Nadia
with this shit storm, broski.

I gotta come up with a plan
to get those concessions back.

If I get ahold of that goddamn mayor...

Tabon yemek.

- Hey, can't we blackmail him?
- Dude, that's nuts.

We'll trick him and take photos.

- What?
- Or say he bangs sheep.

That's not blackmail, that's a lie.

Not if we get photos of it, dude.

Yeah, you're gonna bang an animal,
then put his head on yours with Photoshop?

Let me know how that goes.
What the fuck is wrong with you, dude?

What is it?

Look.

What?

- A hundred thousand euros?
- Wallah.

That's the end for Insurance Omar.

Unless we can
change the mayor's mind by tomorrow.

Yeah, and sheep fucking is out.
So is photos for blackmail.

- Hey, we could kidnap his kids.
- He doesn't have any kids.

Well, then, his grandkids. How 'bout that?

No.

You can only beat politicians
with politics.

Ah!

That's great, we'll vote for a new one
in the election in five years.

What an asshead.

No, but you have to find
someone with influence.

Or else you are fucked.

Want a sip? Take it.

Yo...

- Eh?
- Bro, that's it.

What?

I know a guy,
for 50 euros, he'll fuck a sheep.

I swear.

Hey, Nadia. El Fassi's number?
You wouldn't happen to have it?

But I've explained it to you already.
I just want a two-hour flight.

What's the issue?

Yeah, I've explained to you already
that we can't fly directly over Brussels.

Oh, yeah? Since when?

Since your brothers decided to fly
into those towers in New York.

What, what what? My brothers?
What the conservative fuck?!

I hope your father, your mother,
your in-laws and your wife all go to hell.

I'll find another flight.

Racist!

TEXT ASS OMAR

Fuck.

- Souad, I would...
- Enough. No.

Now, you tell your children,
or we're over.

And by tomorrow. Understand?

Last chance.

Okay.

Yeah, I'll tell them tomorrow.

After you.

- This is wonderful.
- It's an original.

- Wow.
- Saïd signed it before his first match.

Some fans would kill for it.

Yes, well, I'm honored.

- Truly, I am.
- No problem.

Saïd set a shining example
for the youth of Molenbeek.

- That's for sure.
- Right.

Mr. Mayor, my brother's service
was amazing thanks to these two here.

- Yes, I recall.
- And we are eternally grateful.

Sure.

You spoke at my brother's service,
if I remember correctly.

It moved my mother. Right?

So we thought
that you might find a solution.

Mm.

Well, uh, don't you worry.

The things that hurt your community
affect me personally.

I promise I'll do
everything I can to solve this.

- Well...
- No, no, today. It's a priority.

Yes, of course.

Hey, Mr. El Fassi,
uh, thanks for being here.

It's been a pleasure.

Uh, ma'am, uh...
And thank you so much for the jersey.

We'll find a nice place for it.

- Great.
- All right.

- Thank you, sir.
- Goodbye. Have a great day.

What?

I already said I'd see what I can do.

Um, there are four families
waiting to bury their loved ones.

Mrs. Boulasmoum, never make promises
that you can't keep, okay?

Leave that to us politicians.

Hey, listen.

This is a serious problem.

What is it with you guys? Huh?

I have over 100 nationalities
in my region,

and it's always the Moroccans
we have trouble with.

If you're not rioting,
it's your jihadists.

And now there's even problems
with the dead Moroccans.

Seriously, what is it?
Is it a cultural thing or something?

Is it in your DNA?

I suggest that you follow
my community's example.

We Tunisians leave our soil and our dead
in the best possible place.

In Tunisia.

I recommend you follow suit.

Your stinking soil
can stay where it belongs.

In the fucking Sahara Desert.

Could you tell that
to your four clients, huh?

Or should I translate it to Berber
for you guys?

- What?
- Just a minute, Nadia.

You know what, get out. Go on.

Get out of here.

Or do I have to call security?

You can bring your king with you
the next time you come in.

But in Molenbeek,
the king of Moroccans is me.

Salaam alaikum.

- Why didn't you say something?
- Shh!

It's always
the Moroccans we have trouble with.

If you're not rioting...

...it's your jihadists.

And now there's even problems
with the dead Moroccans.

Seriously, what is it?
Is it a cultural thing or something?

Is it in your DNA?

Is he for real?

I suggest that you follow
my community's example.

We Tunisians leave our soil...

You gotta admit,

outrage is a very powerful emotion.

But you have to learn
how to use it to your advantage.

Now, if I say I'm gonna fix something,

I mean it.

You know, some people wait
for everything to be perfect,

but if luck seems to be running out,
well, then, you have to make your own.

If you remember, JB called me
the Che Guevara of our hood.

Well, maybe he was on to something.

Although after two puffs on a cigar,
I get the shits.

After going public,

it didn't take long
for the words of the mayor of Molenbeek

to fly all the way across Brussels.

Everyone heard about it.

I mean, everyone.
Even the cops, man. It was perfect.

They had to close the cemetery
as a precaution.

The cops and I,

we haven't really been
the best of friends.

I'd say, more like bad acquaintances.

And I know what you're gonna say.

Police are human too.

You're right. And apparently,
some of them even come from Morocco.

A cop, a human, and a Moroccan,
all wrapped into one.

Looks like the luck we made worked.

What did you think?

That'd I'd leave my sister

with the 100,000-euro lawsuit
hanging over her head?

Nah.

I couldn't join Alizée on her trip

until I gave my clients
the dignified burials they deserved,

in pure Moroccan soil.

Surprisingly, our imam had more respect
for the mayor than for Allah.

But, thankfully, Nadia found
a worthy replacement just in time.

Thank you.

Allah bless him.

Salaam.

We did it, Smile.

We did.

Inshallah, when I get back,
we'll celebrate, okay?

Mm.

This time next year.

Hey. You can finally relax when I'm gone.

Try to enjoy it, huh?

I'm gonna miss you, Smile.

I am, really.

Nadia...

- Mm.
- You know I'll miss you.

Oh no.

- What's up?
- No way.

"Ass Omar."

There's only one man
who would do a thing that idiotic.

And you went and married his ass.

And I wouldn't change him.

But that?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, kiddo.

We did well today.

Smile, don't do anything crazy.

I love you, sis.

Honey.

You should wear this one instead.

- What do ya say?
- Um...

Uh, okay.

It's not a funeral, it's a party.

- Yeah, I know.
- Here.

- Omar?
- Hmm?

You're sure?

Yes, my love.

Tonight, everyone will see us together.

- You have the invitations?
- They're right here.

- I mean, that part can wait if you want.
- No.

I'll see everyone tonight,
and I'll do it then.

I'll find a moment.

Stop it.
They're good and you know it.

One second, love, they're here.

A family business is like a jungle.

- Ah, salaam alaikum.
- Alaikum salaam.

My dear guests, there are insects
and there are predators.

Which is why I... Uh...

Hey, so if we win,
do I have to mention Smile?

I don't know.

Listen.

It'll be okay.
You shouldn't worry, it's just a phase.

The trip will finally
make a real man out of him.

What?

Where's your brother?

Well, he was leaving today.
He left with his future bride.

Or so he said.

Yeah, and at the moment,

we don't know
who's been seeing who, huh, Omar?

Yeah.

Hi, there.

- Mm.
- Mm.

Um...

Uh...

Uh, let's, uh... I think we should go.

Um... Mm-hmm.

Okay, let's go.

Really? He thinks it's okay to bring her?

Sweetheart, it's fine, okay?
Let's go. Come on.

Just be glad Smile doesn't know about it.

- Wow. Salaam alaikum.
- Alaikum salaam.

- Excuse me.
- Hi, there.

Oh, hi. Excuse me.

Hey, ma'am, excuse me. Do you mind?

Okay.

Look right there.

- Come on.
- No, thank you.

- No, it's all right, really.
- Let's take a picture.

Okay, can't force you, Omar.

Hello, there. This guy!

- Good evening.
- Good evening, sir.

- Thank you.
- Sweetheart, that's Mustafa.

His mother is 98 and not well.

What?

I'm always on the clock.

Hey, Nadia.

Would you rather sit next to your dad?

No, thank you.

Nadia, let it go.

This is my evening too.

Good evening and welcome, everyone.

We've got
a lovely evening ahead.

Welcome to Brussels
and the Diwan Awards, folks.

Yeah!

Hey, what's the deal, bro?

Yo! Earth to JB,
grab the other side, man.

Uh, JB, maybe you should try
laying on the couch.

That might get it downstairs quicker.

Oy-yo! We have more than 30,000 views.

That graveyard video.

Hey, bro.

Hey, 30,000 views.

That means this shit is going viral, bro.
We're like... We're all over the world.

Wait, you serious?

Hey, you can't go now.

We have to do something.

- The tickets have been booked.
- So what, the tickets are booked?

This shit's exploding.

Clients worldwide, and you're just out?

Come on, bro, my father kicked me out.

- Fuck, man, I don't get you.
- What don't you get?

Just come on
and pick up the sofa. Let's go.

- One, two, three.
- Okay, ready?

Thank you.

And now the award for Best Entrepreneur.

This year the public selected
a family-owned business from Brussels,

and the sector it's in is kind of unusual.

What initially started out
as a small family business...

Omar.

...was turned into something
quite prosperous by the next generation.

- With over 400 employees worldwide...
- Huh?

...ladies and gentlemen,
the chemical fertilizer producer Fosterre.

Oh, all right.

They bribed them. That's major bullshit.

Honestly. Fucking peasants. Look.

Fucking peasant mafia. Peasant mafia.

Oh yeah.

When are you coming back?

I don't know yet, bro.

What? You don't know when you'll be back?

Listen, the day that Alizée finds herself...

- Yeah?
- ...is the day that we'll be back.

- So this is goodbye, huh?
- Hey!

What is all this stuff?

This isn't a junkyard, you guys. Come on.

A junkyard?

This is for sale. Designer, bro.

Hey, Tits.
Fifteen thousand euros, just for you.

Do you think that's funny, huh?
Do you want me to come down there?

Yeah, come on.

Bring what's-her-name with you,
the Terminator.

Hey, fuck you. Fuck you both. Okay?

- Hey, Marco Polo.
- Hey, babe.

- The Uber will be here in 12 minutes.
- Ah...

Scoot over.

JB, seriously, dude, move.

All right!

I swear, this is the exact reason
I don't want to travel with you two.

- I'm happy to see you off.
- Yeah, yeah.

And the winner
for Woman of the Year is...

Ouarda Tahiri,
known better as the singer Ticky.

- Congratulations.
- Oh!

Her? She's a pig girl.

I should have nominated you, Nadia.

Argh!

What a nice surprise.
I really wasn't expecting this.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, that's enough. Stop. Thanks.

I wanna thank my fans first.

I was fine.

I don't want it.

- All right, that's my cue to go.
- We need to tell them.

- I don't want to do it.
- The invitations!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what is it?

Omar is tired, we're leaving.
We'll get a taxi.

A taxi?

Please, Souad,
let's not spoil the evening.

You need to have a talk
with your daughter.

And now, before we move on
to our final award of the night,

the presentation
of this year's Jury Prize.

I would like to share a message

from someone who, unfortunately,

couldn't be here tonight.

I wish I didn't come either.

- This was a wild year.
- Fucking awful evening.

I really appreciate
being recognized here today.

It's an honor...

Would you calm down? Hey.

- Mm.
- Rachid.

What?

Do you have any idea what that ad cost me?

Mm.

Thank you.

Now the moment
you've all been waiting for,

the presentation of the Jury Prize.

The jury loved
this business' innovative spirit.

It's been a longtime treasure
of the Moroccan community.

And now they are breathing new life

into what has traditionally been
a conservative sector.

Funerals.

With an idea as simple

- as it is brilliant...
- Wow.

...this company has helped us
to think about our identities.

Oh my, Omar.

It's about our past, but also our future.

So, without further ado,

the Diwan Award, according to the jury,

goes to Insurance Omar.

See? We did it. We won.

We did it! We did it! Can you believe it?

- Thank Omar. We won!
- Let's go.

- Come on.
- Come on.

- You go.
- Come on! We're on every TV station.

Here we go.

Thank you.

Wow. Thanks. Oops.

- Wow, uh...
- Thank you.

I'm speechless. Honestly.

This is a dream come true.

But...

This isn't mine alone.

It's for my father-in-law, Omar.

My dear sweetheart, Nadia.
And our wild and crazy brother, Smile.

Smile, this one's for you.

Thank you.

And I want to thank

someone else.

She's, sadly, no longer with us.

Oh...

But, uh...

if she were here,
she would be so proud of us.

My dear mother.

May Allah bless her,

Nejma Amrani-Boulasmoum.

Great job, honey.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

Hey. We did it.

Ciao, bella. La cosa della vita.

Huh?

That's Italian, not Spanish.

Italian, Spanish, I'll make it work.

Got your passport?

Didn't you get it?

- No, I didn't.
- You had 'em. Stop screwin' around.

- Smile, I swear, I thought...
- Are you lookin' for this?

Jesus.

- Good evening.
- Hello.

Bro!

You guys won the Diwan Award.

That's 20,000 euros, bro.

Hey, we gotta go.
There's a thousand people waiting, bro.

Sorry, sis, ma'am.

Uh, tomorrow,
there's another flight, yeah? To Bogotá?

- Sure we can.
- Perfect.

Anyway, look, with twenty grand,
we'll fly private, don't worry.

But...

Smile, if we don't leave now,
we're never leaving.

Let me go get a taxi, all right?

Ugh.

Alizée. I really need to go.

My father's there and...

You know how hard I've fought for this.

Come on.

We'll go tomorrow. It's one day. One day.

Sorry.

I'll come later and find you.

Promise.

You know what?

Don't make any more promises, okay?

See you in Colombia.

We won the Jury Prize! Can you come here?
It's thanks to you too! X

I can't. It's outside of my perimeter.

Enjoy.

- Check it out!
- What? Oh, no.

- What's up?
- Okay.

- Molenbeek in the building, bro.
- Come on.

- Dude, stop it.
- Serious trouble and serious style, bro.

Thank you.

- I'm ready for this.
- Girls, party's over here.

Yo!

Wow. The Diwan Awards.

Bro.

Look who's here. I'll leave that to you.

- Huh?
- Yep.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Ismael.

Congrats, Omar.
The big winner almost left the country.

Congratulations.

- The ugly duckling turned into a swan.
- Alaikum salaam.

Indeed.

Uh, Omar, wow, back already?

You didn't tell us.

Come on, let's go say hello to him.

- Oh, hello.
- Hi, there.

You're back.

Omar, how was the hajj, my friend?

Uh, good. Yeah, it was great.

Congrats.

- Yes.
- Thank you.

You truly deserve it.

- Oh yeah. He does. That's true.
- Hello.

- Hello! Well...
- How are you?

Gorgeous evening.

- And you are?
- Souad.

- Sou... What?
- Souad.

Ah... Ah.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Well, this is a new development.

I'd like to speak with my son in private.

Mm.

I think this, uh, family
has something important to talk about.

- Marilou, let's go.
- Sure, sure. See you later.

Thank you.

Smile, my son.

I wasn't in Mecca the last few weeks.

Souad and I have been
seeing each other for a while, and...

What the fuck is this?

Smile!

We won, buddy.

Twenty grand, little brother.
Look. We did it. All thanks to you, man.

Over here, miss. Photo.

Together.

Here, to your future together.

Maybe you can visit Mom's grave
on your honeymoon.

- Mister Hajj.
- Smile.

- Smile!
- Smile!

What's wrong?

Three, two, one.

What's up, Molenbeek? Represent!

Smile.