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THE SEA IN THE DISTANCE
My guy told me the driver's alone, OK?
So no risk. OK?
Good evening.
How are you, girls?
What are you doing?
We're meeting friends in Aix. Can you drop us off?
Climb in.
Great, thanks.
In return, maybe you could invite me to the party.
-Yeah! -Yeah?
Sorry.
Good evening.
Move and I'll blow your head off.
What's going on?
Take them.
Come on, quick.
Let's go!
No, no, don't you move.
Come on!
Sing with us!
1. NOUR, 1990
Houcine!
Come swim with us, the water's cold!
It brings good luck!
Come on!
Good luck?
What luck are you talking about?
Got a light?
Morning.
We can't be late.
Fadela.
Khaled.
Madam, you buy two, the third one's free.
-Come closer. -Watches.
Come on, great deal.
Watches.
For your husband, madam.
Yes?
Police!
The police!
False alarm.
Come back.
I nearly had a heart attack.
I'll give you a good price.
Beautiful Swiss watch.
What's wrong?
What are you doing?
Honey, we came to see you.
We're worried.
-No. -Leave her alone.
My daughter lives on the street. She has to come home!
Leave her alone.
She doesn't want to.
Are you deaf?
Sir!
Leave her alone!
You need to leave now.
Go.
She doesn't want to.
-Police! -Let's go!
We need to move.
Don't move!
So apparently you're all Portuguese.
What's your name?
Pablo. I'm Portuguese.
I lost my papers in the street.
This is my girlfriend.
You think that's funny?
What's your girlfriend's name? Is she Portuguese too?
I'm Blandine.
You already know that, don't you?
We're here because of my parents.
Your parents think your friends are Algerian.
My parents are stupid and racist.
Even if they were Chinese,
they'd think they were Algerian.
We didn't do anything wrong.
It's cheaper at the market.
Great, make fun of me.
Franck!
So what do I do with them?
Get rid of them.
Except him.
OK.
Come on, get up.
Come on!
I'll teach you not to mess around, Pablo.
Get up.
Let's make a deal:
tell me the truth and I'll let you go.
What truth?
My name is Pablo.
My bag was stolen, with my papers and everything.
You know, smart guys like you,
who take good care of themselves,
who drink their little beers,
waiting for the wife to come home,
to cook for them, pay the rent,
don't you think we've had enough of that?
Slackers.
Your friends will struggle, for sure.
But they'll make it because they keep a low profile.
But guys like you,
who just want to stand out, take advantage,
we always get them in the end and they pay dearly.
-Franck. -Yeah?
Get rid of this asshole too.
See you later, Pablo.
Khaled's not here.
What if he turned us in?
Your mother's not here either.
What if she's whoring around?
Fadela, calm down.
What did Khaled say when he left the station?
Nothing.
He said not to stay together,
to go home separately.
That's all.
But he stays out when things get tense.
He acts tough, but he's a coward.
He's scared to death.
Sorry, Samir.
It just slipped out.
Blondie.
Blandine.
Are you blonde?
So, it's Blondine.
One hundred twenty-two francs.
One twenty-two.
Khaled.
I'm fine.
Come in.
Where were you?
Let me talk to you.
Khaled.
You're so selfish.
You have no right to do that.
You've disappointed me.
I've disappointed you?
You're just a little shit.
Grow up.
I came here to help my family.
Not to live like a rat.
-You understand? -Khaled.
You'll regret it because of Fadela.
She won't be here when you come back.
Remember that.
Khaled.
It's hard for us to take.
But you're right.
One day, they'll understand.
Smile.
Smile once more.
There. One last one.
And we're good. Beautiful. Thank you.
Our turn.
Hello.
Sit on either side.
That's it.
Great. Move closer together.
Beautiful. Great. Very nice.
Perfect. Give me a smile.
Please, look straight at me.
There. Perfect.
Again.
Come on, one last one.
That's it, we got it. Thanks.
Wait.
Let's go.
Fadela.
Let me talk to you.
Please.
Fadela.
-What? -Can I talk to you?
Just talk.
I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.
You know I love you...
You know that.
Two years to get my papers, then we get back together.
That's it.
Two years!
What do I do for two years?
Wait for you?
You have kids with someone else and I wait?
You want me to be your whore?
-You want me to be your whore. -No, no...
Haven't you ruined my life enough?
I'm sorry.
You're a coward.
Khaled.
I came to Marseille for you.
And this is all I deserve?
I was stupid to trust you.
Take care of yourself.
Nobody move!
Stay down!
Don't move!
On your stomach!
I said get on your stomach!
Don't move!
Don't touch me!
Get up. Slowly.
Easy.
Get up!
So, Pablo, how you doing?
Still Portuguese?
Noureddine, Benmina?
Oujda, Morocco.
Please, don't send me back.
I made you an offer.
All I wanted was the truth. You didn't want to do that.
Too bad for you.
Sir, I was scared.
I don't want to go back, please.
Why do you keep your passports on you? What's the point?
Your problem, you Arabs, is that you're too proud.
Sorry, did I hurt you?
Did I hurt you?
Sorry.
It's your lucky day.
You can go back to your Portuguese act.
With no passport, they'll let you go.
Don't thank me or anything.
Hello. Who is it?
Hello. Can I see Blandine? It's Nour, a friend of hers.
She doesn't want to see you anymore.
You've hurt her enough.
Keep your money.
It's on me.
No way!
Hi!
Have you seen how Philippe looks?
He's 55.
Have you seen his body?
Nothing like Khaled.
He's handsome.
So blond he could catch fire.
You're right.
I swear Arabs disgust me.
Don't get mad...
Don't take it personally.
But honestly,
I never thought I'd find a man like him.
Who's calm, gentle and who loves me.
Anyway...
How are you? What's going on?
I thought they sent you back with Houcine.
How did you manage?
I know it's still early, but...
Got anything to drink? I'll tell you after.
Of course. I'll be right back.
Less than a year ago, I was happy, I had everything I needed.
Look what I became after that damn Khaled's wedding.
I aged ten years in three months.
I became a bum.
Bums aren't as handsome as you.
Come here.
It'll be OK.
Hello.
There you are, my love.
You OK?
Yes.
This is Nour.
-Hello. -My friend I told you about.
Hello.
Philippe. Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you.
Fadela, I have to go.
Thanks for coming.
It was good to see you.
Me too.
Nour!
Wait.
Here, take this.
No, thanks.
Come on, take it.
Take care of yourself.
Hello, Mom?
How are you?
Are you OK?
I'm fine, Mom, thanks to God.
How about you?
No, Mom, it's the rain.
You know this country.
No, Mom, not yet.
I still don't have papers.
I would've told you!
What?
That's not true, Mom.
You know how people are.
They get jealous for no reason.
Who told you that?
No, Mom, no.
No, in Italy there's no work or papers.
How did Nabil get them?
Then come get them yourself!
Since you know better than me.
What? Explain it!
No, Mom, it's not true.
Listen to me, it's just gossip.
Oh my God!
It's OK, Mom, don't cry!
I'm not yelling, I'm trying to explain.
Is it "Do what I want or I'll cry"?
That's not true, Mom. Listen to me.
Fine, I'm a bum!
I live on the street, I drink, I smoke, I do it all!
Fine, I'm a bum!
Keep listening to what people say!
They'll kill you one day...
That's enough!
2. SERGE, 1992
Hello.
Where am I?
I'm Noémie, Serge's wife.
He'll be back soon.
He brought you here yesterday, you were freezing.
Stay put, I'll get you something to eat.
And this is Ugo.
Hello.
You there?
I have to be at the agency in ten minutes.
Serge is here. Come on, Ugo, let's go.
-Come on. -Coming.
Goodbye.
You OK?
I didn't take you to the hospital,
I don't know who they'd have passed you on to.
I don't know why I brought you here.
It's completely against the rules.
Why are you doing this?
I don't know. When I saw you yesterday,
I recognized you and thought:
"I have to help him again."
It's a sign of fate.
Sorry about your friend, I couldn't do anything.
My colleagues didn't know how many passports there were.
I said there was only one, I chose his.
It had photos of his kids on it.
You think this is a game to us?
My name is Serge.
Listen, Noureddine Benmina.
I'm not thrilled either, but it's my job.
My wife's OK with you staying.
A night or two.
No, thank you.
Suit yourself.
You can crash there.
You'll have peace and quiet.
Thanks.
Get some rest.
You're kicking me out?
Is that it?
Stop it.
-Too late. -Too late? Are you crazy?
We'll talk tomorrow.
Stop it!
Oh!
Do you hear yourself?
It's OK.
Damn!
-Good evening, Commissioner. -Good evening.
How are you? All right?
-Here, Serge. -Thanks.
Here.
Come on.
Here we are.
Are you crazy?
You're putting me with the trannies?
You don't get it.
Right now, orders are very strict.
Here, you'll be safe.
If the police come,
people in this hotel are well informed.
But, Serge--
No buts.
Don't bust my balls.
Please, no.
Too bad.
Come have a drink.
Take the wheel.
So, where are we going?
What do you mean "where are we going"?
I'm tired.
Here, this'll wake you up.
Serge.
Does your wife know?
Know what?
Does she know you're...?
I'm what?
Don't pretend.
Pretend what?
You know.
No, tell me. You're clearly dying to.
Go on!
Say it!
That you're gay.
There it is.
Of course she knows.
My wife knows everything about me.
Does that shock you?
Me? No.
-Yes, it does. -No.
Even I'm shocked by it.
Come on, let's go.
I'm staying in the car.
You're no fun.
What?
Brown?
No, fun.
You're brown, but not funny.
Leave me alone.
Come on.
Go on, say it again.
Practice while you wait.
What's all this noise?
Good evening, darling.
Serge.
Been partying? Fine, but don't inflict your state on me.
Go to bed.
Quiet, you'll wake him up.
You look better than he does.
I slept a bit in the car.
Are you comfortable?
Yes, I'm fine.
Thanks for bringing him back.
Want some coffee?
No, I'm leaving.
Thanks.
Good night.
Have a good day.
Hi.
Go on, sit down, have a drink.
Don't worry, it's on me.
Semia?
A small beer, beautiful.
Coming up.
Thanks.
So, you new?
Yeah.
Yes.
Be careful.
Watch out. You look young.
It's not what you think.
Yes.
Everyone says that at first.
But you know Arabs,
they do crazy things, believe in fate.
They think they're invincible.
When it happens...
It's the Curse.
And they go home crying.
Just be careful.
What's your name?
-Nour. -Nour.
I'm Mehdi.
Nice to meet you.
The director's expecting you?
Yes.
Thanks, Thierry.
Hello, Nour. Have a seat.
Did you bring your documents?
Yes.
Thanks.
I don't usually do this but it should be fine.
Have you tried opening an account in France?
I was told I can't.
The law isn't clear,
but if you don't have an account, a bank can open one for you.
But banks don't like bad clients.
I mean, clients with little means.
The declaration is fine.
Do you have ID?
I don't have my passport anymore.
No passport?
You're opening a bank account without your passport?
What happened to it?
I don't have it anymore.
Serge burned it.
Serge burned your passport?
Yes, but it was so the police wouldn't send me back.
Nour, you can trust me.
Did he hurt you, Serge?
No.
Did you sleep with him?
No.
OK.
Do you remember your passport number?
Yes.
Fill that in there.
Sign at the bottom. It should be fine.
Thanks for what you're doing for me.
Don't mention it.
Thank you so much.
Stop thanking me. Do you have a smoke though?
Good evening.
It's been a pleasure having you at the Palmier cabaret.
Here's one last song for the lovers.
Come on, come closer!
Everyone sing with me!
She's gorgeous, isn't she?
Doesn't it bother you?
You're both crazy.
-Shall we go? -Yeah.
Wine.
And two glasses.
Thanks.
Welcome.
Thanks.
Sit down.
So this is where you live.
Yes.
Thanks.
Isn't it too noisy?
Mornings are quieter.
I'm going to go.
I hope things work out with Serge.
You know, Serge and I are used to it.
This is how we love each other.
He's loyal, even if he has his flaws too.
Even he doesn't know what to do with himself.
He wants everything.
Work, family, alcohol,
women, men.
How did you meet him?
I'd just arrived in Marseille.
I'd lived my whole life in Nantes.
When my parents died, my sister moved to Paris.
I was left all alone.
I started getting depressed.
I wanted to leave.
Go somewhere sunny.
A position opened up at the Marseille office,
with a promotion, so I jumped at it.
After my first day at work,
I went for a walk to explore the city
and Serge followed me.
I never would've thought he was a cop!
He made me laugh.
We had a drink and never left each other's side.
That's it.
It's really late, I'm going to go.
See you soon.
Houcine!
You're back!
Even if they'd set the sea on fire, I would have come back.
-Welcome! -Welcome back!
There you go! On the house.
Good to see your ugly mug again.
Thanks, Ahmed.
Go on, enjoy yourselves, boys.
I was saying, I went through Algiers.
I got fake papers.
You know what my name is?
Abdesselam Sabri.
I'm going to Béziers.
There's a farm with seasonal workers.
They work under the table.
They offered me six months.
But once I'm there, I won't move again.
If you want,
I'll give you the contact.
I don't know anything about it, but why not.
I'm broke.
You think we're building rockets?
We'll work like dogs.
But I can't come right now.
I have things to sort out.
Things to sort out?
Come on, spill it!
Nothing important.
Found yourself a Miss Visa?
From where?
Algerian? Moroccan? French?
Are you crazy?
There's no Miss Visa or anything.
I can see it in your eyes.
You're in love!
-Cheers, my friend. -Cheers!
It's great.
It's beautiful. Is it flocked?
No. Thanks anyway.
Nice. It's beautiful.
You OK, Dad?
Hi.
Grandpa!
Ugo!
Come here.
Buon cumpleano.
Ugo, say thank you to Grandpa, Uncle François and Uncle Nicolas.
Francesco, Noémie.
Just arrived and you're already acting Italian.
What's your name?
Come on, don't act like children.
Francesco, François.
Family is what matters.
Sergio, it's Ugo's birthday.
And you don't tell me?
It's not easy, with them.
I don't want my son caught in the middle.
What's complicated about me?
I can say when there's something I don't like.
You're still my brother, right?
You think you're better because you're a cop?
No, I'm not some lackey. I'm a police commissioner.
We all know what you really are, Sergio.
What am I?
Go on, say it. What am I?
Spit it out.
You should be ashamed of yourself.
What's the Arab doing at your place?
You know what?
-Get out of my house. -Don't touch me.
Get out of my house.
You knew what would happen if you brought them here.
Get out.
Don't talk to Dad like that.
Bastard!
Get out now.
-It's Ugo's party. -Tell me.
Is the Arab fucking you because your husband can't?
Are you crazy?
Get out!
Stop it!
They're crazy!
Piece of shit!
Get out!
Outside.
We're leaving.
Get out!
Damn!
It's OK.
No, it's not OK!
Dad, are you OK?
-Dad? -I'm fine.
It's nothing serious.
I'll be fine.
Ugo, stay with Nour. We'll be right back.
I'll call you otherwise.
Thank you.
He has AIDS.
Thank you, Serge.
Have a good day, Noémie.
I'm here if you need anything.
Thanks.
Come see Serge from time to time.
And come see us too.
Good luck.
Look.
Gently.
You do it like this.
What do you want?
You have to say yes to everything!
Mrs. Spiaggeri?
I have your results. It's negative.
Remember, if you want to avoid all this,
you need to use protection.
I'm here if you have any questions.
-Thanks. -Have a good day.
He won't back down!
But...
That sucks!
Yes, he's in position.
We're going to win!
I'm sorry.
Serge, my love,
you came into my life so brilliantly.
You gave me something I didn't know.
Joy.
With you, I started to be myself.
You gave me your sense of freedom.
You taught me to live without limits.
I loved you without boundaries.
Anything was possible with you.
I was never going to be bored.
And then you left, Serge.
Quickly.
And early.
I'll try to keep being happy,
it's the best tribute I can give you.
I'll pass on your madness to our son,
your freedom.
I hope you'll be proud of him.
As I was so proud of you.
I'm going to go.
I'll call you tomorrow.
Thank you, Nour.
Stay.
Please.
3. NOÉMIE, 1994
Go on, Moustapha!
Can I bum a smoke?
Of course.
So? Is this the best day of your life?
Are you happy?
It's the second best day of my life.
Two weddings. I don't know how you do it.
Anyway, it's really nice.
Thanks.
I'm glad you came.
What was it like for you?
Nothing at all.
We had to get married quickly for my papers.
We didn't celebrate.
We said maybe a bit later.
Then we didn't have time, and it was too expensive.
For me, at first, it was important, getting married.
But now...
I don't want to.
I don't believe in it anymore.
I think maybe it's not for me.
It's not for us.
I never thought I'd fall in love again.
Mom.
Want to dance?
Coming. I'll dance.
See you later.
Hello, Mom.
Are you OK?
Sorry, it's been a while.
I didn't disrespect you, Mom.
No, you're the one who won't listen.
Listen to me, please.
I have something important to tell you.
Yes, Fouad.
Put Mom on. I'm begging you.
I didn't disrespect her. She's my mother!
Are you reciting the Quran to me every time now?
I'm not drunk, I'm happy.
Hello?
Did you reach them?
No.
You know, I'm not a groupie.
I would've done all this even if it was just for the papers.
Just don't lie to me.
I've never lied to you.
I'm ridiculous.
Why do you say that?
You can see I'm ridiculous.
You love me, don't you?
I don't know what love is, Noémie.
But I know I have nothing else but you.
You're the only thing that matters to me.
Open up.
...victim of terrorist violence. Cheb Hasni
was shot dead in Oran at the age of 26.
He was the rising star of raï,
a music that literally revolts fundamentalists...
TO OUR COLLEAGUE AND FRIEND
SERGE SPIAGERRI
Right, shall we order?
What do you want, Ugo?
Not hungry.
I know it's not easy for you.
It's hard for me too.
You need to talk to me.
You have to eat.
Don't touch me, you're not my father.
Yes.
The kid is lost.
That's normal.
Yes, she's with a young guy.
With her Mohammed there.
No, but it's true.
Some people own it, you know.
She shows him off like a trophy.
Her golden Mohammed.
Ugo, go to your room. I don't want to hear it.
Always the same.
Calm down.
We get insulted and you say nothing?
-Not a word, nothing. You do nothing. -Do what?
You want me to fight them?
-It's pointless. -Say something, damn it!
What, you wanted to eat while being insulted?
You shouldn't have answered back!
Are you serious? So it's my fault?
I want to sleep, god damn it!
I can't stand this shitty apartment anymore.
How are things with Noémie?
It's complicated, but OK.
And you?
Same.
Philippe acts nice, but he's not dumb.
Here they come.
It's your uncle!
Fadela.
-How are you? -Yes.
You OK?
I'm fine.
Hello.
How are you?
How are you doing?
-Are you drunk? -Are you wasted or what?
No, I had a drink for the stress.
A little drink!
You gave it your all!
Welcome.
You know, my daughter Nacira is very demanding.
She's turned down several suitors.
As the French say...
Better alone than in bad company.
Yes.
We don't want to give our daughter to just anyone.
You're right.
This man is our friend.
I see him as my big brother.
He doesn't have an easy life.
This country isn't easy. You know that better than us.
I guarantee you won't find anyone better.
You were married in Algeria, from what I heard?
Yes.
I have two daughters.
And my wife...
We've been divorced for two years.
I've been living here for six years.
El Haj, there's a saying:
"Better to sow doubt than lies."
He is strange. But he's no liar.
He could have lied and said he wasn't married.
Even checking, you wouldn't have found anything.
But no, he's an honest man.
If God wants to bring them together, there's nothing we can do.
Think it over as a family.
Think about all this and...
All we want is to respect God's will.
That's what we want.
So...
Bathroom.
The bathroom?
-It's there. -Go ahead.
A little stress...
That's normal.
He's not used to this.
You find that funny?
Yes, I find it funny, with your illegal immigrant stories.
Yes, illegal and proud of it!
Get out right now!
-I'm leaving. -Get lost!
-My wife's name is Amira. -Go on.
Amira means queen!
Take your stuff and get out!
Get out now!
Don't touch me!
You're leaving!
Bunch of dogs, bunch of hicks!
Khaled.
Khaled
What do you want?
You're drunk.
We did everything for you and you show up like this.
Houcine.
Come on.
So?
Did you repaint their bathroom?
No...
Their toilet.
What's wrong with you?
Every time you drink, you bug us about your wife.
With all you drink, you still can't stand up?
I'm an idiot.
I'm an idiot!
I can't.
Do you understand?
I can't!
Houcine.
See you Monday?
See you Monday.
Great, go for it.
And Ugo scores!
Ugo!
Come on!
Pass.
Come on!
Good.
There.
Yes!
No!
To me!
Hello.
Hello, Paolo.
What are you doing here?
It's not forbidden to watch your grandson play football, is it?
I came to see him and talk to you.
You can't stop me from seeing the boy.
He's my only connection left to Serge.
You can't take that away from me. It's not right.
Do I need to remind you what happened last time?
Let's talk about something else.
You and your sons despise me and you want visiting rights.
Visiting rights? No.
We just want to take him sometimes, go for a walk,
have ice cream with grandpa, play soccer with his cousins.
Francesco and Nicola were angry, but now it's over.
You know, they were devastated by Serge's death.
You OK, Nour?
Yes, I'm fine, thanks.
You take care of the little one.
I'm trusting you.
Don't worry.
Noémie, think about it.
Don't forget we're still your family.
Mom, did you see my goal?
Well done, it was brilliant.
Yes!
Well done.
Come here.
Can I ask you something?
Go ahead.
Are you sleeping with Eric?
Are you crazy?
I saw you two the other day.
When he walked you home.
Nothing ever happened with him.
Are you jealous now?
I don't know.
You seem to really like him.
And the way he looks at you...
He's a friend, that's all.
He hit on me, but I set things straight.
I won't stop seeing him because of that.
I don't know.
Since you used to do that with Serge, maybe to you it's nothing.
But I can't.
Don't worry.
Trust me.
I couldn't bear it.
I'm not like Serge.
Do you ever
feel him,
like he's still here?
Yes.
I often wonder what he would've done
or thought about this or that.
It helps me.
It even helps me with you.
TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE ACQUIRED FRENCH NATIONALITY
YOU WILL RECEIVE A LETTER FROM THE PREFECTURE
4. RETURN, 1998
Hello.
-Hello. -Hello.
Hello.
Ma'am.
Come say hello.
Hello.
Did you book the hotel in Saïdia?
Yes.
Don't you like Oujda anymore?
It's just easier.
It's not far by car and there's the sea.
What's with you all and the sea?
Don't you have the sea where you live?
Yes, Mom.
Have you seen Hanane?
No.
How is she?
You always act like you don't know.
You pretend to be nice.
But you just do what you want.
Why do you say that, Mom?
I'm doing my best.
We all do what we can.
But you chose your path.
Fouad, God bless him,
has a house, a wife and children.
He makes tea better than women.
May God help him, Mom.
What about you, Noureddine? What are you doing?
You left, you got lost
and you come back with a Christian woman older than you.
With her son who isn't yours.
All this has taken your honor and dignity.
That's enough, Mom. Stop it.
Noureddine, my brother, you know her.
She says what's on her mind. Don't take it personally.
Help yourself. Have some tea.
We're leaving.
God bless you.
Goodbye.
What are you doing? Is he serious?
Are you crazy?
Stop!
Why won't you speak?
You're picking on my son now? Shame on you!
Why did you come?
Can't you see we're pathetic?
Hello.
Is Hanane here?
Mom!
I heard you were making music in France.
No.
I'm a carpenter, like my family.
I thought you left with the Oranais for that.
Yes, but we couldn't make music.
It's hard.
I heard you got married.
How do you know?
I just know.
Do you have kids?
No.
But my wife has a son with her ex-husband.
You've become French.
What about you, did you get married?
Are you serious?
What do you mean?
Your mother didn't tell you anything?
I don't talk much with my mother anymore.
If she didn't tell you, there's no need for you to know.
I don't trust my mother.
-Your mother is a great lady. -A great lady?
Your mother is a free woman. Courageous.
She's one of the few people who buys eggs and chicken from me.
Why so few people?
Is this an interrogation? Are you a cop?
No.
But I want to know why you haven't spoken to me in ten years.
Why I have to know things I don't know.
When you abandon a woman, she belongs to everyone.
Everyone wants her.
Yes, but...
I was young, we were 20.
You left in a week.
And I became everyone's whore...
When Selma was born, I pulled away.
I settled here.
God bless her. She's top of her class.
And she speaks French.
How are you, Selma?
I'm fine, thank God.
How old are you?
I'm 11 years old.
I won't keep you any longer.
The road gets dangerous at night.
EPILOGUE, 1999
Like I said...
It's...
There's nothing in Marseille.
Poverty.
And Arabs.
You're right.
I can't take it here anymore.
Tell me.
Have you been here long?
Too long.
Thirteen years.
And you still don't have papers.
People do it in five years.
Papers?
Papers.
Red passport.
Well done.
-What are you doing? -Let go of me.
Pull yourself together.
Let go of me, dirty Arab!
That's enough. Come on.
Go home.
Go to sleep.
What, Ahmed?
-That's enough, come on. -Give me my glass.
-Go to sleep. -My glass!
Go home and sleep. Come on.
You OK? Am I bothering you?
Please, not now.
This isn't a hotel.
If you want to sleep it off, go elsewhere.
-Please. -What?
We're moving tomorrow,
we need to finish packing, there's the party too
and you're drunk.
Don't act like a child.
You treat me like one.
It suits you.
It suits you too.
You think you're superior.
You handle everything. Bravo, madam.
You treat me like a child, like you did with Serge.
Don't talk about Serge.
That's it, get lost.
Yes, I'm leaving. That's what you wanted.
You think I don't see your game?
Go on, call him.
Call your Eric.
You're pathetic.
Since you have no arguments, you act jealous.
Idiot.
Where are the others? The Moroccans, the Spanish.
They kicked them out.
We do everything by machine.
Sometimes we hire seasonal workers.
Otherwise, there's just me
and your sweetheart Rosa.
No way!
Rosa with the green eyes?
Yes, Rosa with the green eyes.
Even the boss fell for her.
He left his wife for her.
She's dangerous, that whore.
I'm telling you they're in love.
Like Fadela and Philippe. You and Noémie.
All the same!
We follow the wind.
At least you're not alone.
You're not alone either.
You have your wife and daughters.
Family is what matters.
Family?
I lost my family.
We barely talk anymore.
And I think
they're fine with that.
I could get moving and get them papers.
Then what?
It's been ten years.
I've gotten old.
What would they want with me?
Remember the old Moroccan?
He was 70.
He was unbeatable.
No one worked like him.
He worked 13 to 14 hours a day.
He slept three, four hours.
Max.
He took three weeks a year
to go on vacation.
You know what he did?
He went to Morocco.
He picked olives and came back.
One day, we wanted to find a solution so he could sleep.
We gave him half a sleeping pill.
At 10 AM, he was still sleeping.
We laughed.
We said he'd be upset about missing his work day.
He didn't wake up.
He never woke up again.
That's how I feel.
I can't wake up anymore.
At least we had some good times.
We danced. We sang.
We had fun.
Those were good times.
You're lucky.
At least you live with dignity.
Not like me.
My head's always down.
I eat dust.
I breathe this poison.
Nour...
Let me give you some advice.
Don't think too much.
Don't look for solutions.
Live your life.
Enjoy life.
You only live once.
I have a song for you to hear.
I quit everything.
Cigarettes, alcohol, partying.
It's just this damn music haunting me.
They say the rich are terrified of sadness.
We love it and live with it.
Abdelsalam.
Yes, I'm coming.
-Abdelselam? -Yes, Abdelselam.
-So? -I'll leave you.
Take care.
See you soon.
Take care of yourself.
WRITTEN AND DIRECTED BY SAÏD HAMICH BENLARBI
PRODUCED BY SOPHIE PENSON
PRODUCED BY JOSEPH ROUSCHOP AND SAÏD HAMICH BENLARBI
TO MAMOUN RTAL BENNANI
THE SEA IN THE DISTANCE
Subtitling: TransPerfect Media