(soft music on the oud)
A wedding is a chance to have fun.
But,
a wedding is an occasion to...
celebrate?
(groans)
Lighten up, Safi!
A wedding is a chance to have fun,
but it's also
a chance to make peace with the past.
(rhythmic music)
(sighs)
(deep breath)
(shaky breathing)
Thanks.
(seagulls screaming)
- Are you trying to get sick? - We're on in 40 minutes.
You wanted to eat.
Go, before my parents see each other!
They're going to meet eventually.
Be grateful.
They're both still alive.
(engine starts)
What's wrong?
I feel sick, I'm gonna die.
Not you. This traffic!
(sighs)
(traffic din)
What are you doing?
What do you think?
Taking a shortcut.
Goddammit!
(huffs and puffs)
30 minutes before the wedding
Hey!
Don't wipe it with that.
Bold Credit?
Yes, sir. Pre-approved and all.
- Pre-approved? - You betcha.
That's how it works.
- Dodi, you're sinking deeper into debt. - Nah!
Just the opposite. I can pay off two others.
How many cards do you have?
Five, maybe.
Maybe?
- Six, I guess. - With this one?
OK, so seven!
- How can banks let that happen? - How?
I bankroll the system.
This winter you said, "I'll get rich!
I'll rent a white Mustang
for your wedding."
I did, too.
I got to the dealer's three minutes late, that prick.
I tried.
Three minutes?
OK, five. Ten, max.
15, to round it up.
- I know you like my left ball. - I know you like both my balls.
- Fries give you cramps. - I always have cramps.
Yeah, but when you rub there...
Hey!
I know it's intense.
It's normal, you're getting married. I get it.
It's not the wedding.
Then what?
(soft music)
(groaning)
(screams)
(sighs)
We'll wed here.
- We'll get the zoning permit and... - Zip it! Zip it!
(groaning in pain)
HUMAN DIGESTIVE SYSTEM
(He continues groaning.)
(screams in pain)
Here, habibi. Take this.
Drink this.
(in Arabic): He should see my doctor.
Maybe he has my disease.
(in French): Nihad knows an excellent herbalist.
Nihad treats her eczema with St. Joseph oil!
Elias, stop!
Your ignorant negativity is of no help.
(in Arabic): If he has the same disease, he needs to see a doctor.
Don't speak that into existence! You'll jinx him!
(indistinctive arguing)
(metal clinking)
(heavy breathing)
(arguing persists)
(groans in pain)
(phone rings)
(deep breath)
(in French): Hello?
Hi, it's Mym.
So, where are you?
Not far, but it'll be tight. Are my parents there?
Duh, their son's about to get married.
- Vir? - Alain?
It's the bride who makes an entrance, not the groom!
Mom?
(in Arabic): Hurry up, no excuses!
(in French): Deadbeat garbagemen!
Need a hand?
Did it have to be so big?
Why not get married in...
Y'know that little church on Bélanger?
- With the Mussolini fresco? - Yeah!
No...
(blows raspberries)
Whatever.
All the empty churches.
Mmh...
They're being turned into condos.
Yeah, Céline made one into a spa.
Exactly. There are great deals in real estate.
REAL ESTATE
You know someone who's into it.
An Arab with a capital B.
A juicy B! - Seriously?
You got it!
Bad?
Fucking Baddredine?
Relax.
You spoke to him?
Three days ago he was in that seat. Move your ass!
We've been stuck for 15 minutes!
(The truck drives off.)
You talked to Baddredine?
Wallah, I hadn't seen him
in ten years, I swear.
- You already talk like him. - As if!
"Wallah, I hadn't seen him in 10 years, I swear."
You worshipped him!
Big mistake.
- He's changed. - My ass!
(Édouard sighs)
- Why'd you see him? - Why do you think?
He called when his Lexus broke down.
I bet it's stolen.
You're so racist. He's big in real estate now.
Abderramane, Real Estate
A degree doesn't guarantee wealth.
(intriguing music)
What pays is business.
Import, export, bitcoin...
Real estate will make you rich, I swear.
You start with a dump,
you renovate it, and then...
the sky's the limit!
So what did Bad and his partners do? They bought a presbytery for peanuts.
A what?
Never heard of a presbytery, man?
I swear! It's just, zoning changes take time.
And you need a religious angle.
Bunch of morons!
Who'll buy it now?
Other morons.
Wake up.
He'll never change. He's a two-bit hustler.
People change.
Everybody changes. Except you, it seems.
Why do you bring up our number one enemy?
Sauron! Right before my wedding!
You overdramatize everything, Frodo.
All I'm asking for is a bit of empathy.
Is it zoned for religion?
The term is place of worship now.
Bad should start a sect.
Careful!
(rhythmic music)
(both sigh)
- I wish your dad were with us. - Me too.
I'll park the Mustang.
It'll all be fine.
Dodi was late. Does Vir want a divorce?
Alain!
Deep breath.
You look great. Vir's stunning. Sun's out.
- What more do you want? - A Mustang.
A Mustang. What else?
An MRI. I have these lumps...
Stop being a drama queen. You don't have cancer.
You'll outlive us all. It'll be fine.
You're such dicks!
- Ruby, it's my fault. - Very sweet,
but stop defending him.
Yalla, my boy .
We'll let the guests in.
What are you doing? The groom can't see the bride.
Can the bride kick his butt?
Bibou!
I can't see the bride!
We're innovating!
It's from arranged marriages.
So the guy couldn't back out when he saw her.
- I could change my mind, too. - What?
- He made it! - Hi, how are you?
(urban din)
Really?
Unbelievable!
Selfish slobs!
24 hours before the wedding
(sighs)
(He mumbles to himself.)
TUXEDO
(heavy breathing)
(sighs)
No.
No, Farah. No.
No!
(toilet flushes)
(knocking on the door)
- Bibou! - Hi!
You good?
(soft moaning)
- Yeah, you? - Yeah.
Yeah, you?
(heavy breathing)
- Y'know... - You started packing?
Kind of, but...
(giggling)
(heavy breathing)
(giggling)
(gasps)
Dodi, shit!
Sorry for scaring you.
Dodi came to see why the AC is going whomp whomp.
Not again?
I think it's in your head.
I shut the breaker
and he still hears it.
(sighs)
(urban din)
I'm scared I'll go back on Xanax.
It's been coming back.
(sighs)
What's been coming back?
Alain, are you getting cold feet?
About the wedding?
Duh, what else?
No!
Vir, marrying you
is the best thing in my life, really.
It'll be a perfect day.
(soft chuckle)
Are you getting cold feet?
We shouldn't have let things get so complicated.
Wow...
You are getting cold feet.
The Oratory!
The Mass, the big reception, your aunts...
Who needs it?
I agreed for you, but if the wedding's making you...
Your aunt Nathalie keeps texting about the table names.
Technically she's my cousin.
She's against "Shawinigan,"
says it's small town.
I'm not calling it "West Island" just for her.
Alain!
I'm hungry!
You call this ful?
Shouldn't you be packing?
I've plenty of time.
What's wrong with my ful?
Using canned beans, really?
Your mom freaks they'll turn your blood to water.
Dodi, a bean's a bean.
Gimme a break.
My dad made me ful twice a week.
With real beans.
And tomatoes.
Cucumbers.
Olive oil.
An egg.
Was your dad's ful good?
Yeah.
(Édouard clears his throat.)
It's been four months.
It was no life, at the end.
Mom goes to see him often.
Mmh...
We could visit him when I'm back from Egypt.
I haven't been to the cemetery.
I haven't seen his gravestone.
What's this mess, Alain?
My aunt!
How can anyone live in this filth?
People are so irresponsible.
They moved the bus stop on Jean-Talon.
I had to walk, I don't know, maybe a kilometer.
Whenever I exert myself, my chest tightens up.
- Should I see the cardiologist again? - Not...
Tomorrow's the big day, kids.
You started packing.
Bravo, lots of undies for diarrhea in Egypt.
Ah!
What a handsome tuxedo!
Incredible!
Will you model it for us?
- No... - Alain!
(in Arabic)
(in French): Come.
Have a look.
These crooks keep sending final notices
since I stopped paying my credit card.
I'm not going to pay that rate.
Do they think I'm an idiot?
(screams)
Beans?
- They're... - Are you crazy?
- I made ful... - Your blood will turn to water.
That's just superstition.
No, favism isn't superstition.
It's real, trust me!
- I made them for... - Aunt Nihad almost died. Pythagoras, too.
- I'm not him. - Wallah!
(AC unit whirring)
(sighs)
(He imitates a rocket launch.)
(roars)
(sighs)
(indistinctive conversation outside)
(laughter outside)
(deep sigh)
(in English): Guys! Guys! Guys!
Please, please, keep it shut down.
(in French): And pick up your garbage!
(in English): My friend! You're getting married tomorrow.
Yes! In less than 12 hours...
(in French): So please shut it!
(in English): Come! We share a beer and a poutine. Okay?
And we make a toast.
No, no, I don't think so, no.
I'm serious, my friend, okay?
We make peace. As neighbors.
No more bad blood.
(in French): One toast and you scram?
Mmh...
(in Romanian)
(laughs)
(in Romanian)
(in English): To the bride! (laughs)
In Romania, we have a very special custom for weddings.
During the dinner, okay...
the bride is kidnapped.
She disappears.
(sighs)
(laughter)
My friend! Okay, listen...
Then, everybody looking for her.
They don't find her, and then...
(together): Oh! They find her!
(laughter)
And then, everybody relieved and he's like...
(They break out into a dramatic song.)
(They continue yelling and laughing outside.)
(dramatic music)
(heavy breathing)
(muffled scream)
(rhythmic percussive music)
I'LL QUIT IN EGYPT
30 minutes after the ceremony
(pills rattling)
(church bells ring)
(in French): Alain, I'm sorry! - Screw you.
(honking)
(impressed cheering, whistling and clapping)
Ask and you'll receive.
Check the ride, bro!
Happy now?
Mym's coming.
Everything OK?
My best man choked, but besides that...
The day's perfect. It'll stay perfect.
He's a sweetheart. Let's go.
Has Ruby left?
My lump's swelling.
It was the other side.
I'm serious.
So am I.
You started again?
For the weekend.
I'll quit in Egypt.
Here, it's cold.
(in English): All aboard in the Love Train!
(chuckles)
Woo!
(nervously): Woo!
(♪ Daydream by Wallace Collection ♪)
♪ Daydream ♪
♪ I fell asleep amid the flowers ♪
♪ For a couple of hours ♪
♪ On a beautiful day ♪
♪ Daydream ♪
♪ I dreamed of you amid the flowers ♪
♪ For a couple of hours ♪
♪ Such a beautiful day ♪
♪ I dreamed of the places I've been with you ♪
♪ How we sat with the stream flowing by ♪
♪ And then when I kissed you and held you ♪
♪ So near tell me why ♪
♪ Tell me why you're so shy ♪
(cheering and applauding)
♪ I fell asleep amid the flowers ♪
♪ For a couple of hours on a beautiful day ♪
Alouna...
(in French): I need to talk to you, habibi.
Lola, leave him to me.
- We'll start the ceremony. - Later, Mom.
(indistinct chatter and laughter)
(in English): Okay, so everyone is enjoying their prosecco.
(in French): Then Angelo will serve the first course.
Dodi, where's Ruby?
(whirring) Okay, guys! So...
So, at six, Angelo serves the first course
and I kick off the speeches.
Who goes first?
We'll start with Myriam,
then your parents, Virginie.
Next,
Elias, then Yolande...
No, not right after each other.
Yes, Alain.
Your parents signed a cease-fire.
It won't last. Not one after the other.
I've accepted both your whims.
Our whims?
Three head tables, to separate
his mom and dad.
Beirut for Yolande.
Alexandria for Elias.
Addis Abeba for Virginie's family.
Addis Abeba?
Why not Timbuktu?
Each table has two chairs
reserved for you, so you can circulate.
We're from Shawinigan.
(phone rings)
Édouard, you speak last, OK?
Mm-hmm.
Put him between Mom and Dad.
Alain, I've had it with this crap about your parents.
Come on, Nat. Please!
What's with the muzak? Stick to the playlist!
Muzak? What playlist?
Go see your friends.
Hi, Grandma!
(soft Egyptian music)
What are you doing?
(indistinct chatter and laughter)
(Édouard's phone rings)
Big B!
What's up?
- Having fun? - Yeah.
Hi there.
(rhythmic percussive music)
Âllo, hi, kifkoun.
I hope everyone's having a great time!
(heavy breathing and groaning)
(They exclaim in Arabic.)
(groans)
(dramatic music)
Yo.
(Nathalie continues animating.)
You're still pissed about the ceremony.
I get it, it's my fault. I'm sorry.
If I did this at your wedding, you'd run me over.
And then back up and do it again.
But I'll never get married.
Ruby and I are done.
What?
I think.
What do you mean, done?
She left me.
- You're moving in tomorrow. - We're in love.
But I'm not moving to the burbs.
Since when?
Since I told her about the condo.
What condo?
And now for the groom,
Alain Farah.
Alain, come join your bride
at the Addis Abeba table, ya khouya!
He's coming.
We'll talk.
(The guests applaud.)
I need you.
(cheering and whistling)
Vir and I have been friends for over 20 years.
It was the last day of school...
Virginie noticed a little girl crouched in the school yard.
She went over, and saw the girl was crying,
next to a dead swallow.
(laughter)
The girl was me.
Virginie went, "Eww, it's full of germs!"
(laughter)
We got some branches to lift it up, put it in a bag
and buried it behind the yard
under the oak tree.
We said the bird would watch over all the kids in school.
(exclaims of endearment) (she chuckles)
We've been besties ever since.
People say we're like sisters.
I think it's more than that.
It's more because
we chose each other.
(applause)
Now, Alain.
Only crazies would understand my project. But smart crazies.
OK,
so now you're married. Which means...
it's maybe time to think about what comes next, my boy.
And, listen, I don't mean babies.
Sorry, just one sec.
(kids screaming)
(indistinct chatter)
You see, I bought a condo.
With Ruby?
No!
Sorry, I don't follow.
OK, the condo...
is... in the presbytery.
You're the moron?
With Baddredine!
(The guests shout.)
(in Arabic)
(in French): What's that? - A negroni.
Your cramps!
I'm allowed to have fun.
And now the father of the groom,
Elias Shafik Farah!
(applause)
Listen, it's a great investment, I swear.
The zoning's a problem. But you can help us.
Do what you want with his stolen Lexus, but leave me out.
Understand?
For you.
Hello?
(rhythmic percussive music)
Baddredine?
Bad, this isn't the time, my dad's...
(cheering and applauding)
(women trilling)
(chuckles nervously)
Hello.
My name's Shafik Elias Farah.
I don't have the talent of the previous speakers, I'm afraid.
So...
Alain was born 28 years ago.
The lottery was at 2 million.
The obstetrician was impatient to get home and see if he'd won.
(laughter)
But Alain was slow coming out.
Alain's special.
You never know what he's going to do.
I feel very humble
when I read my son's books.
And very proud.
Sorry.
Alain? Where you going?
(perplexed whispering)
(sighs)
(door closes)
He's always surprising me, like now.
I don't always understand him, or his choices.
But I'm learning.
I'm learning.
No matter your kids' age,
you still worry.
(soft music)
(heavy breathing)
(groans)
Please, not now.
(heavy breathing)
(indistinct arguing in the distance)
(in Arabic)
This is the surprise you've been promising?
Enjoy for once, instead of always complaining.
Enjoy what? This isn't Venice.
It's not good enough for madame.
With all her money, madame should take us somewhere else.
You're so smart.
For once we agree.
My god!
(in French): Alain, careful. You'll fall in!
(dramatic music)
Beirut, for a month?
Always the same!
"Lola, by the way...
I'm leaving tomorrow."
(in Arabic)
(in French): Did you hear that?
Know what your mom just said?
She hopes my plane crashes.
I hope it crashes too!
I wouldn't see her again!
Ah?
In that case,
we'll forget about dinner.
- Mom! - There!
No point in eating it!
(clinking)
Your cynicism can't penetrate my indifference.
He thinks he's Victor Hugo!
And you're a drama queen!
(in Arabic)
(in French): You overreact to everything I say!
(in Arabic)
(in French): Stop screaming!
19 years before the wedding
SEXUAL DIFFERENTIATION
That's mine!
And the LPs stay here!
(soft music on the piano)
(Yolande crying and whimpering)
Hey!
Bravo!
Hey!
(heavenly vocalizing)
(shaky breathing)
(engine starts)
(heavy breathing)
(urban din)
(in Arabic): Hello. - Hello, sir.
(in French): Choose.
Those.
Not these?
(in Arabic): Leave him be.
He made a very good choice.
(in French): Ok, those ones.
My dad and I can't eat almonds.
We get cramps.
We have a disease.
(woman in Arabic)
"Man is a wolf to man."
The envious take advantage of our weaknesses.
Be discreet, especially about your disease.
You must keep it a secret.
Always.
Understand?
Mm-hmm.
It'll be our secret.
Just us two.
(sharp exhale) Okay!
He comes here on his own.
What can I do?
His mother has custody.
A custodian must be responsible. She obviously isn't.
It's a court order, Mr. Farah.
(chuckles)
Okay.
Explain that to him.
Alain?
Are things OK?
And how's my wife?
Yolande is Yolande.
What? I came to borrow my dad's camera.
Last time it was a drill.
Can I go now?
Excuse me.
Ma'am...
11 years before the wedding
(funky music)
- I hate how he looks at me. - Who?
The coach.
- Did he hit on you? - No.
It's just, he overdoes it.
Not just him, guys in general.
They're hitting on you. Wake up!
Guys who hit on me, I spot 'em a mile away.
I've no time, or interest.
Constance, listen to me. You can never trust guys.
They just want one thing.
Including you?
Me especially.
You're lousy with your hands.
That's not what Karima said.
No way! Did you two make out?
(she laughs)
(indistinct chatter)
My dad had a stroke.
What?
Is he in hospital?
Hospital, ambulance. The works.
He didn't recognize Mom.
And you?
Enough to slap me when I tried to calm him.
Dad'll never work again.
I have to work at my uncle's bakery.
Like, weekends?
And mornings before school.
I'm sorry, Dodi.
(indistinct conversation)
Who's that?
Him?
Baddredine Abderramane.
His last school expelled him.
(she chuckles)
Alain?
That's hitting on a girl.
To seduce girls, there's a fundamental rule.
You hold their gaze and say, "I understand."
The magic word is
"I understand."
And you nod like this.
Even if you don't.
I swear.
She drops her guard
and you move in for the goods.
You're a manipulator, Bad.
Stop, Dodi. You'll get tetanus.
But,
if you don't want to look like a rookie
gotta educate yourself.
I can get you a DVD.
I don't want your stolen shit.
- What are you listening to? - Tupac.
Hood music.
The sell-out thinks he's white.
(in Arabic): My back's killing me and you don't care.
Be careful how you push this, you idiot!
(in Arabic)
(in French): Uncle?
Dodi's not a slacker, anything but.
He gets up before dawn, works at the bakery,
runs your errands.
On top of his homework.
(snoring)
- Is he asleep? - He tuned out.
(sentimental music in Arabic)
(sighs)
(sentimental music in Arabic on record player)
(track scratches)
(upbeat music)
Move your hips, my boy.
Yes!
You know, your dad was a very good dancer.
But you're dancing with me now, not with him.
I hope you told him I'm dating.
(volume lowers)
I told him I'm worried about you, ya momy .
You haven't been out in weeks.
You snitch!
Do you work for the Mossad?
I can't trust you!
Mom!
Please!
Alain?
Have any laundry?
My gym stuff in the hamper.
(sighs)
(grunting and dramatic music on TV)
Farah, you OK?
Relax.
Going to spontaneously combust?
Don't joke, that's real!
(laughs)
Yeah, as real as yetis.
Seriously, Farah.
Defend yourself! Check the pair on that chick.
Shh, my mom.
Hey, oh!
I can hear you!
You're so uptight, Farah.
You'll die a virgin.
Look who's laughing!
I'm obsessed with my car. Not some girl, like you.
What do you mean?
The whole school knows.
Knows what?
You're in love.
You crazy?
Come on, bro!
You're so immature.
(victorious shout)
I'm the best!
I'm done, my stomach hurts.
It's always your stomach.
If anything goes wrong...
Bad, you're so full of shit.
You're hot for Constance, admit it.
Constance is a friend. It's platonic.
You don't know what friendship is.
(groans)
(heavy breathing)
(knocking on door)
Yeah?
You OK?
Mm-hmm.
(sighs)
If you say she's just a friend,
I believe you, dude.
Okay.
Close the door, please.
(dramatic music on TV)
OK, boys. You can finish your game,
- but then you go home. - Thanks, ma'am.
Seen Alain's pills?
He'll need a bag before he's 30.
A bag?
They make a hole here for...
What?
Your shit, duh!
No way!
Not a joke.
(sharp exhale)
(rhythmic percussive music)
(heavy breathing)
He spends his holidays in hospital.
What does he have exactly?
It's genetic, they don't talk about it.
It's a disease of his auto...
Immune.
Yeah, immune system.
His white cells attack him.
Like Ripley in Alien.
Bad...
what girl will want him with a bag?
A girl with a bag, too.
He spends all his time with Constance.
He's crazy about her.
He makes up stories about other girls
so she doesn't know he loves her.
"Alain, go!"
I kiss her.
It works.
And she's, "Alain, stop!"
She told him she has a crush on a guy.
Did she say who?
- C'mon, who? - You don't know him.
She refused.
C'mon, please.
Her lips were solid.
- Her lips were sealed, Safi. - What I said.
Cool on the outside, inside a volcano.
His guts are bleeding.
Bye, ma'am!
Mom!
It's not working!
The doctor said the new medication takes time to work.
It's not that. I feel it coming on.
I feel cold. It's hard to explain.
(shaky breathing)
I'm scared.
You're not dying.
Alain,
quit freaking out. It's a panic attack.
Lots of people have it. My cousin takes pills for it.
(rhythmic electronic music)
(sighs)
(plane whirring)
I swear. As soon as the boss sees an Arab...
Don't exaggerate.
Never happens to me.
Sure, you're fair-skinned.
It's not skin color.
It's your look.
So when I wear a tie and the guy doesn't dare make eye contact...
it's my look?
- Sure. - Right.
Right.
(seagulls screaming)
Hey, Farah!
Who's the boss?
Huh?
Ah, fuck you!
- And this? - That? Metronidazole.
I take four a day for abscesses.
It has a metallic aftertaste. It's gross.
This one here?
5aminosalicylic acid, a kind of anti-inflammatory.
Doesn't help, but I take it from habit.
- Antispasmodic, calcium carbonate... - And the pink ones?
They're for something else.
Is multiple sclerosis hereditary?
Why?
I don't have multiple sclerosis.
They said my dad has MS.
Sorry, Dodi.
(soft music on the oud)
Want to try codeine?
We're allowed to have fun, too.
(soft vocalizing)
(soft music)
Yo.
(pills rattling)
Yo!
What're you popping?
Codeine.
You selling?
(intriguing music)
10 bucks a pill.
Your name is not a number or a letter
(soft vocalizing)
I close my eyes
I open my eyes
My gut still hurts
I close my eyes
I open my eyes
I'm 23 years old
Why does my stomach hurt?
I close my eyes
I open my eyes
I'm dizzy.
My heart's beating way too slowly
I close my eyes
I open my eyes
Your Body 1,000 Secrets, 1,000 Dangers
(he shouts)
(deep exhale)
(rhythmic music)
Alain?
Mmh?
I have to tell you.
I'm in love with Baddredine.
(laughs)
You're joking.
We're going out.
You're going... You mean...
Since when?
Four months.
(birds chirping)
Say something.
Say what?
The truth.
Are you in love with me?
(laughs)
In love?
(he laughs)
Bad says you've loved me since the start,
that you're like other guys, just more manipulative.
I said he was wrong.
But now I'm not so sure.
We swore we were just friends.
You lied to me.
How can you love that goddamn manipulator?
A liar! A player!
- And a pusher! - A pusher?
Yes, I love you.
Yes, the friendship routine was bullshit!
I've been crazy in love with you for five years!
Are you blind?
(heavy breathing)
(pills rattling)
(hyperventilating)
(he spits)
Fuck!
(rhythmic music)
Dodi.
- Yo, what's up? - You good?
What's up?
And me?
Thanks.
If you say she's just a friend,
I believe you, dude. OK?
(heavy breathing)
(kids playing outside)
(long inhale)
Seven hours before the wedding
(phone ringing)
(sighs)
♪ We melt away like the snow ♪
♪ And my friend the rose ♪
♪ This morning told me so ♪
♪ I was born in dawn's blue ♪
♪ Baptized with dew ♪
♪ Happy and in love ♪
♪ And in the sun, crimson red ♪
ÉDOUARD AT NOON!
♪ My petals spread ♪
♪ Then closed again at night ♪
♪ And I woke up old ♪
♪ Though beautiful I'd been ♪
♪ Yes ♪
♪ I'd been the prettiest of the flowers in your garden ♪
♪ We melt away like the snow ♪
NEVER GO TO BED MAD
♪ And my friend the rose ♪
♪ Died this morning ♪
♪ The moon last night ♪
♪ Watched over my friend ♪
♪ And in my dream I saw ♪
♪ Her soul dancing ♪
♪ Radiant and unbowed ♪
♪ High above the clouds ♪
♪ Smiling at me ♪
Clean up your garbage! You don't live alone!
♪ Believe it if you may ♪
♪ I need hope ♪
♪ Or else I'm nothing ♪
♪ And melt away ♪
♪ Like the snow ♪
♪ As my friend the rose ♪
♪ Told me ♪
♪ Yesterday morning ♪
(urban din)
(groans in pain)
(groans)
(singing joyfully)
I hope you've got insurance, my friend!
- That's ketchup, mon ami. - Suck my wiener!
Yes, Alain?
(muffled voice over the phone)
Alain?
Ah...
Stop shouting!
Is this a problem?
What?
A problem for what?
The photos.
Shut your mouth and khalas.
But that's not the issue.
So what is?
You can't have an abscess in Cairo.
(sighs)
I'm tired, ya baba.
Have you finished packing?
This stuff happens only to me.
(chuckles)
It's the evil eye.
That's how it is for us.
Dad, please. I'm not talking about that.
Do you ever feel the disease has robbed you?
There are things you do and then regret.
Like what?
My marriage.
I shouldn't have.
Yalla, let's go.
Ruby?
Ru-Ru?
You only packed the fryer?
Gonna do the rest tonight after the wedding?
It's cause I have very good news.
I was waiting to tell you.
I bought a condo.
I don't understand.
We move tomorrow.
I thought I told you. I kept my lease.
(clinking)
You didn't break it?
No.
(shaky breathing)
(deep exhale)
(clinking)
We signed in March.
Renting is for losers.
You chose the paint in May.
- We're going to be owners. - Why didn't you tell me?
- I've painted day and night. - The zoning's complicated.
- I didn't want to jinx it. - Jinx what?
- Are you dumping me? - No, I love you! But...
You love me, OK.
So instead of packing, you buy a condo.
- And tell me the day before. - It was a golden opportunity.
A golden what?
(both sigh)
I don't want to live in a broom closet in the fucking burbs!
(whirring)
The enamel's cracked,
but you were lucky. The pulp is intact.
I brought the tip.
Toss it.
I'll do a full restoration
with the latest composite resin.
(in Arabic)
(in French): Will it hurt?
Relax.
You're going to have a lovely day!
I'm afraid I don't have the talent of the other speakers.
You'll have to endure my ad lib.
Is the wedding at St Sauveur Church?
St. Joseph's Oratory.
The Oratory?
Can you get married there?
Mm-hmm.
Shafik...
Did he agree?
Sure.
When I was Alain's age, one didn't choose one's profession. One became...
a doctor, or engineer, or pharmacist...
or lawyer.
So...
you can understand my surprise when my son told me that
later...
That later...
Know what they did to the old church?
Sold it to Céline.
She turned it into a spa!
Can you imagine?
A spa!
You should go to the Melkite church.
No, I mean, it's outrageous!
Shafo?
Yeah?
Shafo!
Come here, please.
Everything OK?
Why are you letting him go to the Catholics?
Why not the Greek church?
Alain's Maronite, like his mom.
The father's denomination should take precedence.
You disappoint me, Shafik.
Look, Maronite, Catholic, Melkite...
Jesus is Jesus.
With that logic,
Jew, Muslim, Christian, all the same.
God is God.
My in-laws are all Maronite.
So you let your ex boss you.
You pain my very soul
with this story.
We shouldn't talk religion.
Sorry, Shafik, but you're a coward.
It's because of people like you
that we lose our traditions and the fundamentalists
outlaw Christmas trees.
(he babbles) (whirring)
Wali...
listen.
(Alain groans)
This morning my son faced a crisis.
A true friend,
you came to our assistance.
To thank you for your deep generosity,
I ask you to honor us and attend the ceremony.
What?
(groans)
And sit next to me at the dinner tonight.
I can't come to the church. I have a tee-off at 2.30.
Sure.
But for tonight...
I can't refuse such an honor.
May the Lord preserve you.
A country of sheep!
I heard that.
(seagulls screaming)
Afraid I'd never visit?
It's just I was busy
fucking everything up.
So now what?
Don't cry, Safi. Don't cry.
(deep breath)
What's that?
Two fucking grand!
(soft music)
(clinking)
(sighs)
(pills rattling)
(groans in pain)
(sighs)
(breathes nervously)
I always knew you were the one.
From our first date, when we played chess,
or when you pretended to like my music, the movies I watched.
You're truly the best.
One hour before the wedding
I'm eager to see what life has in store.
I know, Alain.
Don't look at me like that.
I didn't get the Mustang.
All rides lead to Rome.
Get in.
C'mon!
(sighs)
The best day of your life.
(rhythmic percussive music)
A wedding is a chance to celebrate.
But it's also a chance to repair.
No, not repair.
It's the...
REAL ESTATE
You're trying to get sick?
We have 40 minutes.
(traffic din)
- I wish your dad was here. - Me too.
I'll park the Mustang.
Where were you?
Sorry, I was late.
You're sweet, but don't cover for him.
Nothing to say?
Sure you didn't forget anything?
Ruby, I understand that you're still angry.
You left this on the can.
- No! - Yes.
Ru-Ru...
(puffs)
You saved my life.
Mmh...
One ring
to rule them all.
Édouard Safi.
Alain's in the sacristy.
And where is the sacristy?
Down the nave,
behind the altar, go in on the left.
- OK. And where's the nave? - You're in it.
- Thanks. - My pleasure.
(indistinct chatter and laughter)
Ru-Ru?
What's an altar?
Alain's at the altar.
I'm going to get him.
(soft music on the organ)
Yo, cuz.
Habibi!
Dude!
It'll be our turn soon.
(groans)
I have a stitch.
It'll pass. Go with it.
- I'm dying, for sure. - Alain!
No way. You're marrying the woman you love.
Focus on that.
It's not that.
I'm going to have a panic attack.
Remember, take deep breaths.
Count the seconds as you inhale.
I'm scared.
(deep exhale)
(groans)
Yes.
You've had enough attacks to know one thing.
What?
It always works out.
(heavy breathing)
(whimpers)
C'mon, easy does it.
Yes , take your time.
(deep exhale)
(toothbrush whirring)
(gargles)
(he spits)
It's time.
Sorry, man.
No worries. You're OK.
You look better.
I wanted to say...
I love you, bro.
Let's go have fun.
(Eye of the Tiger rendition on the organ)
(indistinct chatter)
(Guests exclaim in awe.)
(Bridal Chorus)
(laughs and sniffles)
(sigh of relief)
(priest in Latin): In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.
(Yolande): Amen.
(in French): The Lord be with you.
And with your spirit.
Marhaba.
Dear relatives, dear friends,
what a joy it is to welcome you to this sanctuary,
that's so precious for our community.
In Your kindness, pour out Your grace
on Virginie and Alain.
(intriguing music)
They stand at Your altar
to commit themselves to each other in marriage.
Let us pray together that their love
may grow ever greater.
Lord our God,
in creating man and woman,
You willed that they become one.
Thus bind Virginie and Alain in an undivided love...
You moron! You big moron!
Baddredine should start a sect.
Wake up, Safi!
The rings!
Wake up, Safi!
(groans) Fuck...
(sighs)
(she sings in Arabic)
(indistinct arguing)
Quiet!
C'mon!
(she picks back up)
Go sit.
Leave this to me.
(polite applause from the crowd)
Now that the Liturgy of the Word has been said,
(sighs)
I have to go on to the exchange of consent.
Given the circumstances,
perhaps we could give the rings at the signing?
Father,
let's wait a bit.
Your Eminence!
Can we sing an Alleluia in the meantime?
Not another!
Do you want to use ours for now?
Seriously, Dad?
They're wedding rings.
(indistinct chatter)
Fine.
(shaky breath)
Do something.
I demand the Eucharist, Father.
The Eucharist.
It would be a faux pas before the consent.
(sighs)
(surprised exclaims)
(indistinct chatter)
(faint applause)
(rhythmic music on the organ)
(sigh of relief)
Dodi!
Let's go!
(cheering and applauding)
(victorious music on the organ)
Good!
(priest chuckles)
Virginie, Alain, please rise.
You can finally
commit yourselves to each other.
Do you do so freely and without constraint?
(slap echoes in the church)
Thanks.
(deep exhale)
Ah...
- Alain? - Yes.
Which of your first names do you want on the register?
Sorry?
Yes, he has two names.
It's been so long since
my husband and I have used his official name.
- Your husband? - What name?
Well,
your real name.
His surname?
His real given name.
What name, Mom?
Youssef Charbel.
(laughter)
It's normal not to use your real name in daily life.
I use mine.
We wanted to integrate you.
It was your father who insisted.
Because of him, I forgot your real name.
My name's Alain.
Alain,
my middle name is Echo.
Like the nymph?
The what?
Alain, listen to me.
Surnames come from the father.
Farah,
which means marriage, as you know.
Or joy.
Farah means joy.
Well, that remains to be seen.
You are a Farah.
You bear your father's name.
And his disease.
Yalla, let's finish this up.
Use all three names and everyone will be happy.
(mumbling)
There!
(indistinct chatter)
(funky music)
(indistinct chatter)
Ruby!
OK, everybody,
we're going to shout Alain and Virginie!
(women trilling)
(joyful cheering)
Happy, guys?
Sure.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Come on, a '67 Chrysler 300!
Yeah, but it's not a Mustang Shelby GT.
It's the only American car I respect.
Show some respect for all I did.
(in Arabic)
(in French): Translation, por favor.
It means, beggars can be choosers.
Some beg for grants to write poems.
Merit grants that paid your rent.
Did I ever not repay you?
How much do you owe?
Easy, Bibou.
Dad left me $50,000 before he went.
That's wonderful, Dodi.
We're happy for you.
I see it as Dad lending me a hand for a big project.
Ruby's pregnant?
(laughing)
No, she's not pregnant.
I hereby announce that...
I'll make my first million this year.
Bravo, Dodi!
Is Warren Buffet your bookkeeper?
What do you know
- about money-making books? - Sorry?
Let's just say your novel won't be made into a movie.
That's not my goal.
You always talk about it.
There's no story, no punch.
From a guy who only reads Autoweek.
We're not all paid to do PhDs.
People stay poor because
they manage their money...
- like wusses. - Vir!
(soft music on the piano)
(sighs)
Screw 'em!
(deep breath)
So far it's been a so-so day.
It'll make for good stories.
Yeah?
I'd have done it with a few friends by the side of a lake.
I hear you.
(sighs)
Vir?
Can I give you my present now?
Here?
Close your eyes.
Open your eyes.
Our swallow!
It came back.
(soft laugh)
Come.
(soft laughter)
C'mon!
(sighs)
(in English): Let's go.
Wedding, part two.
Woo!
(in French): I'll carry your train!
Move over!
What're you doing?
Woo!
Let's go!
Let's go, baby.
(cheering)
(whistling)
Let's make peace, man. It's over.
I'll never forgive you.
I'm lucky looks can't kill.
I dreaded seeing that glare.
(dramatic music)
(soft rhythmic music)
Wali, I feel a lump here.
A discomfort if I brush it with my tongue.
Lump or discomfort?
- Is it true everyone there honks? - Non-stop.
- And after Cairo? - Luxor!
I compared.
The repair's not the same shape.
You're from Cairo, Mr. Wali, right?
What do you recommend?
My dear, I stopped recommending Egypt long ago.
Don't exaggerate.
The irony is, both the Lebanese and Egyptians have fled certain...
Let's call them "realities."
Which now come back to haunt us and pursue us here.
It starts with girls playing soccer in a hijab.
Then they start a petition.
Soon Québecers won't be allowed to eat poutine with pork.
Want to put back the crucifix in the National Assembly?
Alain!
No.
Let him speak.
You forget where you're from.
That's your problem. - I'm from here!
Don't act smart with me.
- Sure, a full-blooded Québécois. - I am Québécois.
You're as "nice" as them?
Who, them?
We adapted.
Nobody did us any favors.
We redid all our degrees.
We followed all the rules.
Whereas them...
Them! Them that, them this! That's demagogy!
I'm going to Beirut.
It's calmer there.
(indistinct chatter)
And my tooth?
Drop by if you feel discomfort.
(heavy breathing)
Hey, hey, hey! (chuckles)
You know I love you, right, kid?
So...
Now that you're married,
it's maybe time
to plan for what comes next, my boy.
My Youssef!
And just to be clear, I don't mean babies,
'cause I'm in no rush to become a grandpa.
My wife won't find sleeping with a granddad very sexy, you know?
No, I wanted to talk to you about...
(indistinct chatter and laughter)
(rhythmic music)
- Everything OK, dear? - It's a perfect day.
(indistinct)
(stressful music)
(heavy breathing)
(muted chatter)
What I've been trying to tell you,
I bought a condo.
With Ruby?
No!
Stop, you've lost me.
Three months ago you two signed a lease,
you painted, tomorrow you're moving in.
And this morning,
you say you bought a condo and you're not moving?
Exactly. It's perfect.
Perfect? It's borderline schizo!
No, I mean you summed it up perfectly.
- But you left out what's essential. - Namely?
We bought the presbytery.
The morons, that's you?
And Baddredine!
(Nathalie speaks on the mic.)
- What's that? - A negroni.
Hey, woah!
- Don't, your tummy! - I'm allowed to have fun.
(in Arabic)
(in French): And now for the groom's father,
Elias Shafik Farah!
(cheers and applause)
Thanks, Naty!
You can help.
Not on your life.
But you already helped us.
How?
We'll start a sect.
Huh?
Bad thinks your idea's genius.
That was him on the phone?
We'll transform the condos into places of worship.
The bride awaits her spouse at Addis Abeba.
Shawinigan!
Sha...
Do what you want with his stolen Lexus, but leave me out.
For you.
Allo.
Édouard?
Is Farah with you?
Baddredine?
Farah, is that you?
(psychedelic music)
Bad, it's cool to hear you, but I don't know why Dodi put me on.
In your day, people respected decorum.
But they still got divorced.
- I don't have... - Dodi invited me to your wedding.
(dramatic music)
But I can't come.
I hope you understand.
(heavy breathing)
(rhythmic music)
Alain?
Don't worry, Dodi. I got this.
What was that pill, Farah?
Alain?
I gave you a mega-antispasmodic.
That means your intestinal tract will slow down so much,
you won't be able to shit for...
four, five days.
And while the shit backs up in your gut,
you can think about what you did to me,
fucking traitor!
(laughter)
I feel very humble
when I read my son's books.
And very proud.
(laughter)
He always surprises.
Like now.
See? My son's very spontaneous.
(laughter)
(stressful music)
(grunts) (screams)
How long were you going to pretend, asshole?
What is this?
You...
Don't pretend you don't know, goddamn clown!
Know what?
Constance!
I don't understand.
(heavy breathing)
You'll get sick, bro.
I'm not your bro!
Alain, stop!
Thought I'd take your shit
without saying anything?
What?
(heavy breathing and groaning)
Get off me, Dodi!
(heavy breathing)
Let's beat it.
We can't leave him like this.
If you haven't crapped in a week, go to a hospital.
You'll learn to live with your shit.
I swear!
Let's go.
Dodi,
it's him
or me.
Choose.
(heavy breathing)
In closing...
In closing,
my dad loved to quote this Egyptian proverb...
(in Arabic)
(in French): My dear friends,
Virginie, Alain...
enjoy this lovely evening, since...
You were right, abouya...
This life we're plunged into is a trap...
a trap that slumbers in the prison of time.
I love you, my son.
I'm proud of you.
(applause and cheers)
(whistling)
The groom's back!
(applause fade)
(rhythmic music playing)
(sighs)
I hope you left because you had an urgent case of diarrhea, my love.
And that it's out of your system.
Now go see your dad.
He was wonderful. And moving.
And he didn't deserve that.
Yo, you OK?
Thanks.
You're shaking, Alouna.
Dad, I'm sorry. I needed some air.
Is it your stomach?
No, no, no...
I'm allowed to have fun.
(in Arabic): Alcohol won't help you.
(in French): What will?
The people here.
They love you.
What more do you want?
(in Arabic)
(in French): Baddredine's coming.
- Baddredine? - He's coming here, to my wedding.
Why so late?
You don't get it. Baddredine.
Baddredine?
- Bad! - I know.
Dodi's partner, he's in real estate now.
What?
You're staying with me.
- Lovely speech, Eli. - Thanks.
You were so elegant.
Too bad your son played Houdini and vanished.
What's with you two? You're not normal.
Expect us to fight at your wedding?
I told Alain that life is beautiful. Right, Lola?
Today? Yes.
Do you hear that whomp whomp sound?
- Lola? - Yes.
You're next.
Alain,
I have to talk to you alone.
Come. Excuse us, Eli.
(rhythmic music)
I'm ashamed.
Ashamed, why?
I have powers.
Powers?
OK.
What powers?
I can break people.
How do you break them?
- The evil eye, of course. - Mom, stop it!
If someone hurts me, God punishes them.
Sorry, I'm not interested.
What about your dad?
What about him?
His disease.
He had it
before he met you.
And you said you have to envy people, to put the evil eye on them.
But I did envy him for not having to look after you.
For his career, for being successful.
For leaving me the responsibilities, the doctors,
prescriptions...
- That's what you wanted to say? - No, it's not that.
Sit down.
Did you know that
before you were born,
your dad and I went dancing every Thursday and Friday
at the Crazy Horse, after work?
I want you to know we had happy times together.
I'm proud of you, my son.
I know your dad's proud of you, too.
If I were to die tomorrow,
I want you to keep one thing in mind,
the only thing that truly counts.
Tell me, ya mama.
I've forgiven you for everything.
I forgive you.
You forgive me?
Yes.
That's my gift.
- Forgive me for what? - Everything.
(arguing in the distance)
Fuck you!
- I'll be right back. - Alain?
Alain?
She was born in Addis Abeba.
Now I understand.
Understand what?
All this.
This is her wedding, her childhood dream.
She's frustrated at being single at 45.
Vir, you made her cry.
(moans)
It's time for your mom's speech.
Wanna French me, too?
You fuck up everything.
And you're munching benzos like candy.
(groaning)
You tell me what to do with my life, my money.
But when I mention my dream project you dis me.
'Cause you resurrected Baddredine.
- Long before that. - And invited him!
You ruined the most important day of my life.
No, you did that.
- You're just mad. - Yeah, mad at you.
You're always mad. At your dad and mom,
the planet, your illness...
Add me to the list.
What's it change?
(heavy breathing)
Your mom wants you to hear her speech.
Yeah.
Sure.
Your hand's clammy.
Hey! (shaky chuckle)
Having fun?
(indistinct chatter)
(in English): Hi, please quiet down.
Um... (clears throat)
(in French): So, now it's time for the speech
by the groom's mom,
Yolande Safi.
(applause)
Can you hear me?
(together): Oui!
Hello.
Hello!
Since it's a big day for you, Alain,
and your Virginie,
allow me to read a poem
that I wrote for my son.
He says poems don't have to rhyme,
that the emotion should guide the hand over the page.
(indistinct conversation)
Alright...
My nephew
has asked to talk now, he says it's important.
And since I can never say no to him,
I'll let him speak now.
- Thanks. - Yalla, habibi.
(sparse applause)
Is everybody good?
Yeah!
Alain and Virginie...
We were born in the same hospital.
Who knows, maybe they switched us by mistake.
Maybe we're living each other's lives.
Don't worry, I'm not moving in.
(laughter) Phew!
Can I get a negroni?
(mic shrills)
(thud)
(indistinct chatter in the crowd)
(clinking)
(sighs)
I lost my notes, but I remember what I wrote.
A marriage is a promise.
A promise to love each other,
forgive each other,
and continue to move forward in life.
You're hurting me.
Right.
When we love,
nothing can break us.
Even if we don't always say everything.
Or say things wrong.
But today that's going to change.
Tonight, even.
My gift to you, my brother,
is the gift of peace with the past.
I hope you know the joy I feel...
Vir... - ...at having you in my life.
Vir...
I think...
(Yolande screams)
(surprised exclaims)
Somebody, help!
Is there a doctor here?
Don't panic, I'm a dentist.
(soft music on the oud)
(moans)
(heavy breathing)
I'm not your brother!
Thought I'd take your shit and do nothing?
(heavy breathing)
It's hard to be your friend.
What?
Alain?
(in English): Alain, wake up.
Alain?
(roaring)
(moans)
(in French): It's hard to be your friend, Alain.
(roaring)
(rhythmic music on the oud)
(deep vocalizing)
(metal rattling)
What do you think?
Let him have it!
(in Arabic): Rise, my son!
(woman screaming in Arabic)
(in French): Alain, you were gone!
(applause)
(woman speaking Arabic)
(in French): Holy Christ!
Thanks.
(indistinct chatter)
Excuse me.
OK now, what's your name?
This a joke?
Answer the doctor!
Alain
Youssef Charbel Farah.
(chuckles) (machine beeps)
You take his pressure on his arm?
Yeah, always.
What did you eat today?
A croissant this morning,
fries at noon, and...
I saw him drinking wine.
- Take his blood pressure on his calf. - Yolande!
- Lola, I'm a pharmacist. - And Wali cleans teeth.
This could be serious.
He needs an EKG.
- Dodi? - At your service.
Is Bad coming?
No. Want me to invite him?
OK.
Another time.
- His pressure's fine. - It's fine.
It could be a heart attack.
No. Mom, it wasn't a heart attack.
- So, he's 28... - No other symptoms...
Typical vagal shock.
I see one of these a month.
I wonder why.
Everyone, he just fainted.
I'm not an imbecile.
I had heart surgery. You check pressure on the calf.
Yolande, please.
I realize your concern,
- given your medical history... - Pardon?
My history?
If you want to talk about history, what about his father's Crohn's disease?
Yolande, shut up!
(the room goes silent)
Dad!
Kindness,
never violence.
Yolande,
shut up.
See how he demeans me?
Mom's right. Crohn's...
We both have Crohn's disease.
Call a spade a spade.
It's not shameful, or the evil eye. It's not our fault.
(chatter resumes in the room)
Thanks. I'm good!
I'll be OK, thanks.
(indistinct chatter)
I'd like to hear your speech.
It's too late.
People are tired, they want to have fun.
I'll put it in your pocket.
Too bad, you've got a gift for poetry.
Yeah.
Now I'm gifted.
(sighs)
For better and for worse.
Is the worst behind us?
The best is yet to come.
(♪ Lovely Day by Bill Withers ♪)
♪ When I wake up in the morning, love ♪
♪ And the sunlight hurts my eyes ♪
♪ And something without warning, love ♪
♪ Bears heavy on my mind ♪
♪ Then I look at you ♪
♪ And the world's alright with me ♪
♪ Just one look at you ♪
♪ And I know it's gonna be ♪
♪ A lovely day ♪
♪ A lovely day, a lovely day, a lovely day ♪
♪ A lovely day ♪
♪ A lovely day, a lovely day ♪
♪ A lovely day ♪
♪ A lovely day, a lovely day, a lovely day ♪
♪ A lovely day, a lovely day ♪
♪ When the day that lies ahead of me ♪
♪ Seems impossible to face ♪
♪ When someone else instead of me ♪
♪ Always seems to know the way ♪
♪ Then I look at you ♪
♪ And the world's alright with me ♪
♪ It's alright with, it's alright with me ♪
♪ Just one look at you ♪
♪ And I know it's gonna be ♪
♪ It's gonna be ♪
♪ A lovely day ♪
♪ A lovely day, a lovely day, a lovely day ♪
♪ A lovely day, a lovely day ♪
♪ A lovely day ♪
(rhythmic Egyptian music)
I'll quit in Egypt
(crowd cheers)
(sighs)
(indistinct conversation)
Gimme that.
- I'll give you a lift. - No thanks.
But put on your shoes.
Impossible, they're killing me. Since the cemetery...
- Have I told you I respect her? - OK, listen to me for a sec.
I'll help you with your condos.
I'll invent a sect, I love inventing stories.
But tomorrow, you move in with the woman you love.
(soft music)
Deal?
Deal.
I know it's hard being my friend.
But I love you. Forgive me.
Wallah!
Thanks, bro.
I love you.
- Me too. - Congratulations.
(chuckles)
It's the first thing I saw when I arrived here.
The purple light bathing the clouds.
It made an impression.
What was it that your dad said about prison and time?
Life is a trap
that slumbers in the prison of time.
But Grandpa said another thing that's even more important.
What?
Never go to bed angry.
(chuckles)
(soft music)
My dear Alain,
why not seize this chance
to say things I've never told you?
We desired you for a long time, my son.
Despite everything, you still remain
the fruit of our love.
Alain,
accomplish what I did not accomplish.
Fulfill what I was unable to fulfill.
Love as much as I loved.
Express out loud
what I whispered silently.
Love your wife.
Don't speak to her with violence.
Respect her.
She's your equal, Alouna.
She'll be the roof of your house,
the mother of your children,
your most precious friend.
LOVELY DAY
(soft percussive music)
Subtitles: Robert Gray, Kinograph