I bet you find it pretty here.
It's near where I live, but I never go there.
I hear there are wolves. And pedophiles.
This is also near where I live.
The town of Chalon.
I don't go there either.
We always get stopped by cops.
What about here? Like it?
Ugly, right?
I knew it.
Well, I love it. It's my hood.
The Maurice Ravel projects.
Some say it's a jungle, but for me...
it's paradise.
Go on, Mam!
Kill him, Mam!
The crazy-looking blond is Jason, my best friend.
The best ping-pong player alive is Mam, my other best friend.
Your momma took a dump here!
And him, that little Arab, 100% homeboy,
it's me: Sami Ben Boudaoud.
Seriously,
for kids, nothing beats the projects. We got it all:
Hallways, parking lots,
stairs...
Even schools.
I'll ask my question once more.
Which two epidemics ravaged Europe in the Middle Ages?
I know, I know!
Yes, Youssef?
Unemployment and poverty!
Very funny. Get out!
Thanks, sir!
Youssef, get out!
Shut your mouths!
I said shut up!
- I know! - Yes, Jason?
The plague and cholesterol!
Ignoramasses!
No question about it, for us school was great.
But not for our teachers.
But it's less fun as you get older,
when you need a job.
I do well so I don't end up like them.
But often, all our diplomas do is make our families proud.
Take him for example: Habib. 4 years of college math!
That's Mouss. 5 years of computer science!
As for Nordine: Total drop-out.
Guess what he majored in. It's obvious.
Kid, come here!
Don't go, Mam. He's a waste-case.
Don't worry.
I avoid thugs like him.
Give the hash to Bobby.
20 for you.
He doesn't scare me most.
Don't take it!
She does. Mam's mom.
Hi, Mrs. Diallo!
- Mamadou! - You got it wrong!
I warned you! Give that to me!
Go home on the double!
Next time I'll cut them off with a machete!
We love Mrs. Diallo. She's a second mother.
Thug!
The opposite of Jason's dad.
What is it?
Hello, Mr. Leclerc.
Is Jason here?
Jason! Al Qaeda is here for you!
She is Nadia. My mother.
How can I put it?
No words can describe my love for her.
That's Aziz... my father.
He came to France for Mom. He barely knew her.
His French was bad. He never fit in. Never found a job.
So Mom stopped studying English to work.
Dad took care of me at home.
I have very few memories.
I remember he had two passions: Soccer
and Zidane.
He's not French. For sure!
A corner. He has to be there.
He has to! Look!
Zizou!
I didn't get what was happening.
The doctor said he had a heart defect
and we were lucky he lived so long.
I thought they were celebrating Dad's death.
Ever since then
I'm the only Arab alive who hates soccer.
And above all,
I hate Zidane.
What I like is girls.
But not just any girls.
I'm into blondes, like Charlize Theron.
Like every Arab in the projects.
But finding blondes here is as hard as striking oil.
There's Jason's sister, but...
she's no Charlize Theron.
Or else in Monster, her Oscar role.
I've always known that to find true love,
I'd have to go far from Chalon.
I never guessed it would be so soon.
Sami!
Come here!
I found a job that pays well.
On the Queen Elizabeth. The cruise ship.
Waiting tables. Starting Monday.
What about me? A foster family?
I'd never give you up!
You'll live with my sister, Djamila.
She ran off with a Frenchman with kids!
Not true! She worked in his factory and fell in love.
That can happen.
That's none of our business.
Now that our parents are gone, we're not on bad terms.
I don't know her! She's a stranger!
Listen.
Finish the school year there.
Next year, Inch Allah, we'll find a way to be together.
Okay?
I don't want to go.
Don't worry. I'll always be around.
Did you see Notre-Dame of Paris?
It's nice that you came.
- Where does your aunt live? - Suburbs of Paris.
- Saint-Denis? - Yeah. Where all the Arabs live!
No way! They pack weapon there!
There are guns here too.
Not guns, bro. Anti-tank grenade launchers!
Grenade launchers! You're crazy! It's not Corsica!
I swear on my granny's life,
next to them, we live in Disneyland!
Disneyland. Listen to you.
Okay Sami, let's go. So long, kids.
Take care, dude. Keep cool.
Watch out!
- Bye, Jason. Take care. - Wait!
I'll miss you!
Let go! I'll miss my train!
He'll miss his train!
I'll miss him!
I'll miss you guys too.
What's your problem?
It's so ugly!
A total wasteland!
It's the wrong suburb!
- We're in Neuilly! - So what?
It's Sarkozy's city!
Yes, and it's also Djamila's city.
What?
What are you doing? Hurry!
Not like this! I'll get clobbered!
Hurry up, I said!
And stop sulking!
You need to wear blue in your new school!
I think you look cute.
Cute? I'm not! I look like a retarded Jonas brother!
Move it!
"Debussy Court"...Here we are.
- Holy shit! - What?
Nothing.
Good doggie.
See how freaky it is? They save dog poop!
Damn!
Bigger than City Hall!
Djamila!
Are you okay? I'm so happy!
- Djamila... - It's been so long!
I've missed you. You haven't changed!
So pretty, same pretty hair.
Stop it! Same goes for you. Gorgeous!
For you.
You shouldn't have. That was very sweet.
Are you well?
Overworked at the firm, but I'm good.
Say hello, Sami.
- Hi, Sami. - Hi, ma'am.
Ma'am? Use my first name. I'm your aunt.
Last time we met, you were a toddler.
Six months old. A baby.
Here's Charles.
All out of breath.
I ran to the woods.
Excellent. So this is...
Aunt Nadia.
It's a pleasure.
My cousin! Sami!
Welcome!
I imagined you...
less small. It's no big deal.
Show Sami the house.
- Of course. - And put this in the kitchen.
Sure thing...
- Charles is adorable. - He is. A bit unusual...
His dream is to be president of France.
- Really? - His sister is unusual as well.
Runs in the family.
My great-grandfather built it.
Your costume's not bad.
But you're just a thug from the projects.
I'm from the projects but I'm not a thug.
Oh yeah?
I bet you have a hoodie in there. Can I see?
Hands off or I'll fuck you up!
I provoked you only to test your reaction.
The test came out positive. You're a thug.
Oh yeah. I researched your projects in Chalon.
29 cars were burned last year. Explain that.
No idea. I never burned a car!
But your friends did.
Guys you know.
Maybe. Everyone know each other!
Why didn't you report them?
I'm not a rat!
So you're an accomplice.
Yes! Honest people lost their cars,
their means of going to work!
And you did nothing.
Legally, that's "aiding and abetting".
I'm taking a shower.
Put this in the kitchen.
And don't steal anything!
Loser!
Want to have a child with him?
Yes, but it hasn't worked.
Stanislas and I...
we're separating.
He has a mistress.
How do you know?
I can feel it. There are details.
When he visits the factory, he never spends the night.
But tonight he is.
What will you do? Ask for a divorce?
Later. First I'll try the Algerian way.
You're Sami!
I'm Caroline, your cousin. Great to see you!
Funny...
I imagined you much less dark-skinned.
No but it's cool. With that Arab face,
you'll piss off our right-wing neighbors!
That is so gross!
We can't eat that!
It's all hydrogenated crap!
Crazy! I understand Chinese!
Not me. What did he say?
He has a problem with the front door.
He doesn't have the keys. I'll go.
It's not Chinese. He worked for 5 years in Algeria.
Are you coming?
Thanks for the taxi.
I have an account with them.
You have his birth certificate?
Insurance info?
- Identity card? - Everything.
Go or you'll miss your plane.
I'll treat him like my own son.
That's why I asked you.
I know.
Honey, remember what I said.
Make your bed, eat well,
do your homework and most of all, listen to your aunt.
Yes, Mom.
We have to go. There's a match on TV.
- Do you mind? - I intend to watch it!
Bye, Mom.
Goodbye, honey.
I share his room?
The top floor is being redone.
Don't worry. You'll be fine.
To the right, the master bedroom and your bathroom.
Charles? He's not here.
Here we are!
Your bed's there.
Put your clothes on those shelves.
Use this desk here...
for doing homework.
Will you be okay?
If you need me, I'll be in the library.
Get settled in.
Killer style!
What's that?
Can I replace yours with mine?
You're a leftist, to boot?
I'm not interested in politics.
It's just that I'd rather have her over my bed.
- Can I? - No, you can't.
Either you like my room or you leave it.
No problem. It's your house.
Watch out.
Yeah, right.
You have one minute of credit left.
Hello, brother. You've reached the Diallos.
To speak to Ramata, Mamoudou, Moussa,
Amina, Fatoumata, Bakary, Samba, Bouma, Youssofa
or soon Sankaré, leave a message...
No credit left. You have 2 weeks...
What's that castle?
It's your new school.
That's not a school!
Get out. I'll go park.
- Sami, wait for me in front. - Okay.
There are two sections. If we're lucky we'll be separated.
I hope so too.
Our success rate is exceptionally high.
I can allow for no discrepancies.
I put him in Charles' class.
You say he's a smart and he skipped a grade,
but I haven't received his transcript yet.
If his grades are below average,
he'll have to go to public school.
You understand, Mrs. De Chazelle?
Yes, I do. Do you understand, Sami?
Excuse me, ma'am...
What's the average here?
We're off to a great start!
As in all schools, 10 out of 20.
Yes, that I understand.
But in my old school, the class average was 8.
Eight?
Yes, but I was at 12.
So a 12 in Chalon must be like a 10 in Neuilly.
Let's hope so. But remember that here,
we work harder to do better.
The school rules... and Guy Moquet's letter.
Learn it by heart.
Japan revolutionized
modern technology.
Miss Blanchet, this is the boy.
You can introduce him. Have a nice day.
So this is your new classmate,
Sami Ben Bamboo.
Ben Boudaoud, ma'am.
It's not funny. I'll call you Sami. It's easier.
Sami comes from what we call a "troubled suburb".
His father died and his mother left to work on a boat.
Isn't that right?
Yes, that's it.
Go sit there, ducky.
Please, this isn't a barnyard!
Japan already made overtures to the West
during the Meiji Period in...
Who remembers when?
1868.
Miss! There are sales at Monoprix!
Japan also has a tradition...
Whassup, Monop?
Wrong delivery address?
Hold on. These aren't my clothes.
- I never look this lame. - So you're a spy?
Who do you work for? The Picassos?
Never heard of them.
You don't know the Picasso projects?
The kids from there rob us after school!
I don't know them. I'm from Chalon.
Chalon? Is that someplace for losers?
Never heard of it.
Sorry, Chalon is not on our map.
You listen to rap?
Yeah! Tony Parker!
Best rapper alive.
"Balance-toi"!
He's our idol.
- Let's show him. - Sure.
Neuilly on the Seine!
Hey, ho, Picasso!
Back to your ghetto or I'll make you go!
Steal from me and you're gonna see
Hands off my i-phone!
Hands off my Jesus phone!
Jesus phone!
Real rap, with a real message.
Watch out, Monoprix.
We sniff out Picassos, sooner or later.
Yeah, sooner or later.
Your hearts weren't in it!
Hey man! How's your family doing? Are they cool?
What grade?
I'm in 6th grade.
What projects, bro?
- Projects? - What projects are you from?
I'm sorry. There must be some misunderstanding.
Father is the ambassador of Gabon.
No problem. We can be friends!
No way! My friends don't wear loafers with tassels.
Honestly!
It's not easy changing schools.
I know. My dad works for Unesco. We move a lot.
Sophie Bourgeois. Nice to meet you.
I'm Sami.
I'm sorry. Here we kiss 2 times.
Sorry, for us it's 4.
Do you have scissors?
Know them?
Of course.
Guillain Lambert, Léonardo San-Pellegrino
and Pierre-Walter Bonnard.
Alias, the String Pullers.
They got left back, which isn't allowed.
He's Charles de Chazelle.
Don't trust him. He's sneaky.
I beat him for class representative. He hates me.
And her?
She's Marie Pernel. She plays violin.
And she also plays hard-to-get.
She turns down every guy.
Don't even bother.
So, Mr. Benba... Benbou...
- Ben Mouloud. - Bin Laden.
Enough.
I'll call you Ben. Do you mind?
So, Mr. Ben...
where did you leave off in Math?
At Thales' theorem.
That was last year's syllabus.
Maybe... But it's what we did this year.
There's one syllabus for leaders
and one for losers. You choose.
But don't slow us down.
Here at Saint-Ex, you have to wake up early.
I wake up early.
Don't worry. I'll give you my notes.
Thanks, that's nice.
Maybe not.
Too much laughing, not enough concentrating.
Pop quiz!
Welcome to Saint-Ex, Mr. Ben.
Do you know Marie Pernel?
Don't ever talk to me in public.
And never get closer than 10 meters.
So be nice and change sidewalks.
Loser!
Welfare case!
Sami, hold on!
Get lost, asshole!
I saw you with Sophie. What did she want?
- Does she know we're cousins? - You said not to talk in public.
When it's important, I'm allowed.
What did that brat want?
She said she killed you in elections.
Not true! She rigged the vote by leading a slander campaign!
Still, she whipped your ass.
Want to share a sandwich?
There's nothing but salami?
Sure... There's the fridge.
Go on. Make yourself at home.
The snout's the best part! Enjoy!
So, Sami. How was your first day at school?
Okay. Fine.
I told you so. I'm glad.
Put something on your bread!
No thanks. There's nothing in the fridge for me.
No big deal.
That's Stan's fridge. It's for gifts!
He gives pork as presents?
Of course. It's his job.
Deluxe pork products.
"Pork Ever". He keeps some here, for gifts.
And do you eat...
Haloof? No...
In our house we all do as we please.
So, Sami... what would you like?
I'll do it.
Take care...
- See you soon. - Bye bye.
- Bastard! - Bitch!
I saw you.
Dumb whore!
- Hello, sweetheart. - Hello, love.
- Find a taxi easily? - I got dropped off.
You must be Sami.
Welcome! Stanislas Boissac de Chazelle!
Repeat!
Just kidding. Call me Stan.
Smells good!
Sausages and potatoes.
Stan, it's dinner time.
Here I come.
Where's Charles?
How was your weekend in Brittany?
Fine...
Is that all?
What?
I spent two days at the factory checking things.
I saw the union head, the workers' rep and pigs,
lots and lots of pigs... The usual!
I have a big problem. I demand a family meeting.
- After we eat. - It can't wait.
It's far too serious.
Nothing against Sami.
He's sweet, full of rare qualities.
Please, this won't be long. It's private.
When you said he was coming
and moreover, sharing my room, I accepted.
Because I'm a tolerant person.
You cried for a week!
Don't interrupt me!
Let him talk. We're hungry.
You said he was well-behaved.
You got it all wrong.
He's a thug!
Probably a gang leader in his projects.
Don't talk nonsense!
He's well-behaved and smart.
He does very well in school.
Did you hear that?
He does well in a ghetto school! Any idiot could!
He's Djamila's nephew!
Sit down! Fill your plate, eat and shut up!
You can come back. The Nazi's all done.
Dad, this is for you.
Why am I receiving a present
from my lovely Caroline not on my birthday?
Now I get it. "Pork-Ever Destroying Brittany".
Because of you, people there can't use tap water!
Yes, I know.
And ice floes will melt, and polar bears die painful deaths.
Let's discuss this later, honey.
It's Sami's first meal with the whole family.
Let's make a nice impression.
With her it's tough.
You're just selfish!
You are so not green!
You just want to bother Dad!
That's enough!
Vir... gin!
So, Sami... I imagine that life in Chalon
must have been pretty...
different, right?
Exactly. There's no comparison.
So you lived in the projects...
Tell us about life in the projects!
That must be... fascinating.
If you ask me, the real victims are cops.
Don't ever do that!
What did I do, sir?
- What? - Nothing. You couldn't know.
Fancy French families don't cut their salad.
They fold the leaves.
I'm sorry. I won't ever do it again.
No, we're sorry.
Dad is old-school and psycho-rigid!
Go see a shrink!
To say Mother hit me with silverware?
What?
Now it's out. End of discussion.
So, Sami... life in the projects?
Disgusting!
The State crams them in filthy buildings!
It's disgusting!
At the same time...
the answer's easy: Flush them out.
Charles, enough!
But it's true.
Flush your mouth out!
Well put, little cuz.
Okay...
I'll get the main course.
- He insults me and you keep quiet! - You started!
All I said was the truth.
Ever seen the projects?
Are you crazy?
So shut up then!
She's right.
Shut up.
Roasted turkey with mashed potatoes!
Isn't today sausage day?
Yes, but we're having turkey instead.
It's his fault.
What's the next step?
No more wine? We'll be eating hallal?
I'll make sacrifices,
but give up my sausages? Never!
Go to your room!
- No dinner for you! - Okay, fine!
Freedom to eat is sacred!
- Get going. - Fascist!
Let's vote on his punishment.
Go eat soybeans with hobos, you pinko bitch!
Sorry to bother you...
but where's the TV?
There's no TV here.
Very funny!
Honey, it's not a joke. There's no TV here.
You don't like to read?
Read?
Yes, but fast... at school.
The joy of reading...
Do you know it? The joy of great literature?
You'll like this. Try it.
"Notre-Dame of Paris"!
I know it. It's a musical!
They came to Chalon.
Sorry for my behavior.
- It's not for you to be sorry. - Indeed.
For once my daughter's right.
Please forgive me for my awful behavior.
I'd like your forgiveness.
And especially yours, Sami.
Is there any turkey left?
That was wonderful.
Now we'll try something more modern,
composed by Maurice Ravel.
Who knows when Ravel lived?
Yes, Sami?
He was born in 1875 and died in 1937.
Excellent!
Do you know about his "Boléro"?
- Who knows about the "Boléro"? - I do.
It's a ballet for orchestra
commissioned by a Russian dancer named Ida Rubenstein.
Exactly! Let's listen to it...
Monop sprung a leak!
Mr. Guillain!
Listen to the music, please!
It's no big deal to cry.
I was very impressed.
I've never seen the "Boléro" make someone cry before.
Cry? It's not what you think.
It made me think of my projects.
Really? Why?
It was the Maurice Ravel projects.
So it's not melomania.
You mean cancer?
Not "melanoma". Melomania. It means you like music.
I love music.
So do I.
We have that in common.
- Your favorite musicians? - I don't know...
Tupac, Barry White, Dr. Dre,
Faf Larage... just hardcore!
I see.
But also...
I like Mozart and...
Debussy. They're cool.
"Notre-Dame of Paris". You like it?
Love it!
Since I met you, I feel like Quasimodo!
Give it all you've got!
Enjoy yourselves!
Very good, give it your all!
Faster! Faster!
Where's the new kid?
He's over there. In blue.
Sami Ben-something.
Another son of a Saudi prince?
He comes from the projects near Chalon.
Really?
Listen, Ben-Monop, stop hitting on every girl.
Talk to Marie again
and I'll kill you. Hear?
I'm so scared!
Especially if you fight like you rap!
What?
You're gonna be late.
Run, Sami, run!
- How's your arm? - It's fine.
He's just jealous!
Relay isn't your thing.
Guys like you are best at soccer!
Don't worry.
Next year we'll play a tournament. We'll rock!
I know your style.
You're a Zidane!
For you.
I'm happy! Yes! Very happy!
- Give me a kiss. - I'm not 12 anymore!
I miss your kisses!
Want your allowance?
On Monday. If we come with nothing, Mom gives us 400.
What's that for?
It's for the lunar eclipse.
See you Monday.
Don't mess up my room, okay?
Have fun.
Have fun, Caroline!
They don't take clothes?
They have everything there.
- Shall I walk you there? - No way. See you Monday.
I don't believe it. Where's his tie?
Shut up! You forgot his medicine once!
I could have kept them home!
She looks like a slut!
This slut says "Fuck you"!
Here we go with the insults!
You make my kids vulgar!
I'll tell my lawyer.
You'll lose custody! Motherfucker!
- Try it, filthy whore! - Bastard!
- Lousy lay! - Look in a mirror!
I'm not listening!
- Get lost! - Just shut up.
Go back to your bitch!
Charles, enough!
- Just a kiss! - Stop it, Guillain!
- Don't be a pain! - I don't feel like it. Stop!
Here you go, asshole!
Serves you right for not inviting me!
Cheers!
What sidewalk today?
I don't like the sun.
Spying on girls isn't nice.
It wasn't on purpose. I'm sorry.
You left your window open.
You should stop using gel.
It's not for you.
Out of the question.
- My hair will get frizzy. - So what?
Frizzy hair is cute.
Like it?
De Chazelle... 18.
Sophie Bourgeois...
18.
San-Pellegrino...
12.75. You've gone flat.
Ben... 5.25.
No comment.
Faucon... 11/20. We have to talk.
Watch out! You learned nothing in Chalon!
You've gone too far! That's awful!
- Apologize! - Are you crazy?
I said to apologize!
- I'm sorry! - Now get lost!
Don't mind him.
I'm sorry.
No big deal.
I've thought it over. Our fights are dumb.
Let's make up.
Well... okay.
And you can have Marie.
She's very cute.
But too young for me.
Sorry. I don't eat pork.
You can. I'm Jewish.
We don't eat pork either. It's veal.
This is veal?
Tell me something.
Did Charles mention the brunch?
What's a brunch?
It's like a breakfast that lasts all day.
This isn't pork?
If they made me eat pork here, my parents would raise hell!
Okay, thanks.
Remember about brunch at the Club.
I can get you invited.
That's nice.
- I'm glad we're friends now. - Totally.
By the way, I'm not Jewish.
And that's haloof. It's pork.
Motherfucker!
Help!
Mommy!
Sami, tell me...
The school called.
The principal wants to see me. Why?
I don't know.
It must be because of... my grades.
Stan, dinner time.
Enjoy, everyone.
Don't worry, Sami.
You're allowed to cut endives.
You don't look too good.
Anything wrong?
I'm fine.
It's just that...
lunch was sort of greasy.
So greasy Guillain went to Infirmary.
With what we pay!
I agree.
By the way, Dad...
I'm getting married.
Pass the water.
What do you mean? With who?
Someone you see but never notice, Mr. Selfish!
That's nice. Does he live nearby?
- Who is he? - Chow-Yung-Fi.
Come again.
Chow-Yung-Fi!
It's not that hard!
He's here?
He's one of the workers!
You can't marry him! You're totally...
Elbows off the table!
He's a human being.
An illegal alien and political refugee!
It's a humanitarian marriage!
Screw humanitarianism! Sorry. He's wearing my shirt!
An illegal? Does Immigration know?
Shut your mouth!
- So? - It's out of the question!
You're not even 18. No way!
Out of the question!
You can't stop me.
If you do, I'll kill myself and you know I will!
Honored to be part of family...
Let's go. It reeks here.
It's United Colors of Benetton here!
Djamila!
I raised you better!
I'm very disappointed!
I hope you're ashamed!
Of course I'm ashamed.
It wasn't on purpose!
You're lying.
I swear I'm not!
Sami, I can see you.
I didn't know it was pork!
Who's talking about pork?
I couldn't care less about pork!
Even in the Koran, Allah says so!
He says if you eat pork by accident, you're forgiven!
Was it on purpose?
So it's over. You're forgiven.
That's not the problem.
So what's the problem?
What's the problem?
You don't spit on people.
And even less so... even less so...
on Zinedine Zidane!
No spitting on Zizou!
Look me in the eyes!
Swear you'll never criticize Mr. Zidane!
Never!
Swear you'll never do it again!
I swear I won't!
He's a saint! No spitting on the face of Zinedine Zidane!
I'll never do it again! Never!
Sami... go back to sleep.
Guillain's nose wasn't broken.
His parents will drop this.
They admit their son acted shamefully.
But all the same...
I can't tolerate such behavior on the premises.
You just arrived, Mr. Ben Boudaoud.
You're lucky to be here.
It's up to you to make an effort to fit in.
Please, Djamila! Please!
I'm begging you!
I won't tell your mother.
But one condition.
Sunday we're going to the Club.
I want you to do me a favor.
The right voted for and the left voted against!
What are they doing in office?
- Sami, feel like taking a dip? - No, sorry. Thanks anyway.
Sweater and socks at a pool!
Unbelievable!
See you later.
Go on... Hurry!
Damn!
Djamila! Did you see the polls?
- He's climbing! - Great.
- Where are you going? - To shower.
Show me!
Senator Férot! Let me introduce you!
Hello, Senator! Are you well?
I mentioned Charles, Stanislas' son.
He's interested in politics.
Hello, sir. It's a pleasure.
- I'll let you talk. - Excellent!
So you're interested in politics?
I sure am!
You want to be mayor? Representative? Minister?
President of France!
President of France. Not bad!
What took so long?
Come on! It wasn't that hard.
Down with the bourgeoisie! It's Al Quaeda!
Caroline, are you crazy?
Justine is his assistant.
Veronique is Human Resources.
Maude is his aunt.
Rislen? Who's Rislen?
"I'm thrilled to finalize.
"Wednesday at 5 at the Hotel Fouquet, room 707."
Worse, she's Moroccan!
Hold on...
"Finalize" may mean something else.
Like what?
Maybe it's a business deal.
Business? In a hotel at 5 p.m. Yeah, right.
Put it back in his locker.
Get moving.
- Destroy your enemies? - Yes!
- Betray friends? - Sure!
- Kiss drooling crowds? - If necessary.
Eat sausages at 8 a.m. With a bunch of hicks?
I love sausages.
Bravo.
Yo bro!
Hey, Mam. I'm on my cousin's phone.
Is it hairy there?
I'm west of Paris.
- It's worse than north! - I don't believe you!
I swear! First day, I got ninja'd by some thugs.
They were tough but I didn't give in.
Now they respect me.
I said he'd rule!
Settle down in the country, old chap. Paris is a dead end.
Find a nice little constituency where you can make your way.
You know a district
where you can run?
Not at all. Is it serious, Senator?
Don't panic. You have time.
Think about it. Nice and slow.
Choose the right area.
I know what I'm saying Look at me.
What are the projects?
- The name? - Yeah, the name.
They're the... Debussy projects. That's it!
Any grenade launchers?
They serve no purpose!
The gang leaders drive around in Hummers and tanks!
- Watch out, bro. - I have to go.
Too many snipers.
I didn't know you're a member.
We're all members.
So you play tennis?
At least I think I do.
I play well on grass.
Maybe we can have a little match.
Sorry, I have a partner.
Have a nice day.
Are you upset with me? What did I do?
I hate violence.
Let's go. Are you ready?
Yeah, right. Have a nice day.
Can I ask something personal?
Go ahead.
What's it like in Chalon?
I dream about it.
Why?
Just asking. No reason.
Thanks. See you later.
Chalon!
Sami, can I have my phone?
Next!
Why are you here?
The principal said to try to fit in.
You want to convert?
No... but we can still talk.
Sure. We can always talk.
Have you sinned?
Yeah, like everyone.
More or less.
Go ahead.
In fact, it was when I was 8.
The welfare check hadn't come. It was my birthday.
Mom couldn't afford a present for me.
So...
I stole some Dragon Balls from the store.
Are you kidding?
- How old are you? - 14.
No sins a little more recent?
What kind, your Eminence?
Your Eminence..."Father" will do.
I don't know... flesh, girls.
Have you committed sins of the flesh?
What?
Have you kissed your girlfriend?
I'd like to... but that won't be happening.
Why not, son?
Because she's not like me.
She's pretty, she's rich, she's blonde.
- So what? - I'm not rich and I'm not blond.
This annoys me!
Did Zidane know he'd beat Portugal with a penalty kick?
He had no idea!
Girls are like penalty kicks.
If you think too much, you miss your shot.
There aren't many solutions.
Either you shoot hard.
But the ball can curve and do a "Pinochet".
- A "Pinochet"? - Shoot into the crowds.
Or else, what I recommend,
is choose a side and stick to it.
And a good old-fashioned kick... a sure-fire goal.
Or else you can try a "Panenka".
Like Zizou in 2006.
But that's the domain of the best of the best.
Enough.
Beat it now... Next!
Panenka.
I'll pray for you.
Next!
Panenka!
No French fries?
Why no fries?
Still sulking?
You know, I don't like violence either.
I'm a "postle" of peace.
- "Apostle". - That's it.
But you have to defend yourself. He dissed me. I had to respond.
Violence is not the answer.
True.
When I was little,
my dad hit my mom.
I witnessed it for years on end.
People like us don't have social workers.
I'm sorry.
I didn't know.
Don't be sorry. It's not your fault.
Can we make up?
Yes, we can.
But it's the last time.
Shake!
Marie Pernel...
15/20.
Bourgeois... 18/20.
Ben...
8/20.
Not great yet... but better.
Faucon, I'm glad we spoke.
I'm not his father-in-law!
He can't live here! And you gave him my sweater!
- It's cold at his center. - Poor thing!
He'll warm up on the flight to Peking!
- You're disgusting! - Stop it, Stan!
Quiet, Djamila! It's a family affair!
So work it out!
Lmmigration is going to investigate.
Chow-Yung-Fi has to live here!
Out of the question!
I'll kill myself!
He's probably a delinquent. I checked.
Lots of Chinese criminals went to work in Algeria.
It was get deported or go to jail.
I read it in the paper.
What paper? The New Fascist Times?
Nope. Libération!
What a fascist!
I waited this morning.
Sorry. My mom drove me.
Today is a sad Thursday for our country.
Our ambassador to Jakarta died last night of a heart attack.
Sophie Bourgeois' father will replace him. She left today.
She was unable to come say goodbye.
I'm doing it for her.
Will we have new elections?
No, Charles, we won't. School ends in six weeks.
I'm sorry ma'am. It's written in the school rulebook.
"Article 7: Each class will have a representative,
"until the end of the school year."
Good day, Miss Blanchet.
May 20th is a good day
to hold elections.
The new representative must undertake important reforms.
Our class is suffering.
We need a new direction.
I'll be a candidate.
- Excellent candidate! - Great, Guillain!
Are there any more candidates?
As agreed.
If there's trouble, we never met.
Obviously!
You like the sun now?
- Why do you say that? - My sidewalk.
I don't want to be teased.
Why not? Get kicked out of the Young Republicans Club?
I requested an election poll.
1 of 26 students is voting for me.
I know. It's me.
Why would you?
Lesser of two evils.
The Picassos!
Look down and walk fast.
Hello, gentlemen.
Neuilly Police! Customs control!
Charlie!
I missed you! Great timing!
I have a wedding. Give me your blazer.
Hand it all over: Cell phone, iPod!
Did you hear the man?
Cool it. I come from projects too.
Yeah! And I'm Carla Bruni's love-child!
I swear, I'm from Chalon!
Don't swear! Give us your stuff!
He's from Chalon!
Hand it all over.
Prince Charles is right. Hand it over!
3 against 2. You're big-time thugs!
Shut up, Einstein, and hand it over!
Hurry!
- We're in a rush! - Don't hit me!
I won't hit. Give me your belt!
- Run, Charles! - Shit!
Help! Police!
Motherfucker! Come back!
You're a psycho!
We almost got killed!
Yeah but we got them good!
Next time, act like a hero without me!
Look... do I have mark here?
Yes, a huge bruise. Soon it'll be a black eye.
Tell everyone at school I saved you.
It'll get me some votes.
And I'll tell Djamila you fell.
To avoid filing a complaint tomorrow.
Got a date, right?
How does he know?
Great outfit!
You look like a Blues Brother!
Want to see a movie?
I have a better idea.
Throw!
The Zidane of the fair!
Ladies and gents, allow me to offer you...
Bobby the pig!
And especially 2 tickets for another ride...
The Ball!
Have fun, kids!
- What's the Ball? - The Ball? It's that.
Here we go.
Give me your pig, please. And your bag.
Very tasteful!
Your glasses, please.
No thanks, sir. My eyes hurt.
No glasses allowed. Give them here.
Very "Men in Black".
And you're off!
- How fast will they go? - Fast as hell.
Have a Ball!
What's that?
This? Nothing, don't worry.
It's acne. I need to see a doctor.
Yeah right. You got in a fight!
It's not my fault. I got mugged by the Picassos!
- So happens it was you! - I swear!
- Wait, Marie. - It's over now!
Marie... your pig! Wait!
It's not me! It's the Picassos!
Sami, I'd warned you!
Forget about me!
Come back!
Thank you.
I'm counting on you.
I'm beat. I've had enough.
I've been lobbying all day.
I'm up to 5 or 6 votes.
I need to buy 7 more in order to win the first round.
I have my savings account. Some of them will take an i-Phone.
But I'm 2 short.
Forget it. I have a better idea.
What is it?
To compensate for your lack of popularity, throw a party.
- A party? - Yes, a party!
You'll organize the party of the year.
Everyone will remember it. They'll adore you.
Not bad!
Great idea!
Like a presidential rally!
Exactly!
In the VIP section...
will be Marie.
Excellent.
There's stuff to iron out.
Dad is against parties. He says they're a mess.
But he'll be in a good mood.
Thanks to Rislen.
- It's now or never. - Hold on...
Rislen?
- You know Rislen? - Of course.
She's buying Pork-Ever. They sign tonight.
A surprise for Djamila.
How do you know?
I sold my stock-options.
A pork company bought out by the Lebanese!
This party is a great idea!
- What is it? - From Mohammed VI!
Honey... what happened?
Relax. Moroccans are strong.
- She's Lebanese. - Lebanese?
Even worse!
You're crazy!
Meet my wife.
You should have told me.
We'll apologize. I'll pay a small fortune and it's over.
A gift!
What for?
Your 10-year anniversary.
It's in 6 months.
Just in case you're no longer together.
Very funny!
A trip to Venice. My dream comes true!
Yes, and the dream starts Friday.
I found a charter on the Net.
I had to use my limited means. But it's heart-felt.
- You're the best. - I know.
Thanks, Charles.
I have good news! Chow-Yung-Fi is over.
I'm in love for real.
What on earth is going on?
- What's his name? - Atahualpa.
- Huh? - Atahualpa.
He's an environmentalist Queschuan Indian!
Listen, Dad.
He escaped a right-wing paramilitary group.
- If we don't help, they'll kill him! - Poor guy!
Your son's adorable.
Too bad the charter leaves from Beauvais.
I should have upped his allowance.
You can't imagine how happy I am.
So long! Have a safe trip!
Come on. We have work.
Relax, she'll come. I know she will.
Let's go!
Hello, Virginie! Come on in!
A little kiss...
Enjoy yourself. Here's a pin.
Hands off the piano! It's not yours!
Champagne's in the kitchen!
Hello! Vote for me!
How are you?
This is Damien.
- Hello. Vote for me! - You bet!
He's so tacky.
I'd never vote for him.
I forgot to tell you.
Your friends called. They're in Paris.
What?
Yeah... So I told them to come.
Didn't I do right?
Yeah, yeah, you did right.
Now I feel better. Let's party!
We missed the exit.
- Are you sure? - Of course I am.
The girl said "Nelly-Self-Defense".
Soon we'll see Hummers and tanks.
Tanks! Why not aircraft carriers?
You guys are too stupid.
You only believe what's on TV?
There's already a crisis.
No need to mention civil war!
- You morons! - Shut up, Einstein!
No parents on the premises.
Alcohol. Lots of alcohol!
Look.
This is unbelievable! 120 decibels!
Maybe even 125.
Tobacco. There's smoke everywhere.
Give me that. Tobacco.
Maybe even more.
- You done? - Get lost. It's evidence.
Romain Gonnel. I'll tell his mother.
I'll write up a report.
Write it all down.
- I better end up with custody. - It's likely.
Tintin and I will go to a hotel.
I can't sleep with this ruckus.
- Well, sir. - Your Honor.
By the way, what about my invitation?
I invited you to dinner...
Damn...
- "Yes, we can!" - Not a bad slogan.
Get your hobo far away!
How are you? Thanks for coming.
Charles invited me. That's why I came.
Can we talk?
What are we doing?
I mean...
One on one. Somewhere quiet.
Is it a deal? Destroy the place.
And slap them around a little.
Make it a memorable garden party.
Don't worry, blondie. We'll take care of them.
They won't forget tonight.
Especially the little Arab.
What's this? We said 500.
250 before and the rest after.
I'm not violent. Before coming here, I never even fought.
And in Chalon they're jumpy.
I swear, each time it was total self-defense.
- Now you're hitched... - Hitched?
You came here with Brad Pitt Jr.
Damien? He's my brother!
You have a brother?
I'm sorry... I'll go ask his permission.
For what?
To talk to you.
He's probably already gone.
And I'm not from Chalon. I do as I please.
The plane has finally left Milan.
Thank God!
But it had to stop in Lyon for mechanical reasons.
Beautiful Air apologizes for the inconvenience.
Beautiful, my ass!
- Want to spend the night? - No way.
Let's go. Next week we'll take the Orient Express.
Charles will be disappointed.
He'll manage. Let's go.
You like this music?
With you, I'd dance to James Blunt.
You know the kid from Chalon?
Where's the kid from Chalon?
Relax? Yeah, it's us.
Prince Charles! You didn't even invite us?
Let's trash this place!
It's not "Nelly"! It's "Neuilly", idiot.
Get out.
We'll pick you up at 12. Don't be late.
Watch out for the tanks!
What was Sami saying?
I found him! So, Chalon!
Come here! Come here, I said!
He doesn't want to.
You don't remember me?
You got me before, Chalon-style.
Is she your babe?
Hot stuff!
You just keep your mouth shut?
It's that... I thought you were against violence.
I sure am.
Laughing?
No tanks here! It's for old farts!
A fight!
- Let go of him! - Help him!
Neuilly-style!
You really had us going!
Not the pork!
Chalon-style!
Why the worry? We'll go to Bruges.
Venice of the north!
Beat it, Picassos!
If you vote for me, I'll get rid of these scumbags!
It's a better idea.
Who are those psychos?
Are they crazy or what?
Stan!
Where are we?
My God!
I'm so glad to see you!
Charles de Chazelle!
He's my cousin.
I see...
What's going on? What's this mess?
What's this? Where's my son?
Where's Charles?
My belly hurts!
What's wrong? What is it?
- My stomach! - Where?
It's appendicitis!
I'm going to die!
Stop this damn music!
Move!
Daddy's here.
Don't worry.
He's good!
There they are.
- How did it go? - What did the inbred ask?
If it went well.
We'll show him how it went!
Hey guys, we're buddies!
- So? - He's being examined.
Don't worry. It'll be fine.
What was that mess?
I often have psychosomatic reactions.
But you have serious headaches,
dizzy spells...
I swear, doctor. I'm a lot better.
Do a spinal tap. Just to be safe.
A spinal tap?
I'm going to buy you tear gas!
I'm sick of this!
Neuilly is not Beverly Hills!
Look, Mom. It's Charles' parents.
It's Guillain.
Wait here.
- Are you okay? - Do I look it?
Hello. I'm Mrs. Lambert.
Can I speak to your husband, one on one?
Of course.
Mr. De Chazelle,
I want you to know I'm not racist.
I have no problem with your wife.
The problem is your nephew from Chalon.
Guillain told me he befriended
the thugs from the Picasso projects.
Look what they did to him.
I'm very sorry, Mrs. Lambert.
- Something must be done! - Yes, he needs a doctor!
I'm not joking, Mr. Chazelle.
Neither am I, Mrs. Lambert.
I'm ashamed! I've never been so ashamed!
In 10 years I've had no problems!
In one month you've ruined it all!
You had a great opportunity and you spoiled it!
Know why you spoiled it? Because you're an ass!
Because of asses like you, we get called "dirty Arabs"!
That's what you are: A dirty Arab!
Kids like you belong in zoos, not houses!
At least no complaints were filed! Sami, please!
Look at me when I speak!
Your mother has a layover next week.
You'll move back to Chalon with her.
Know what that means?
But I swear, Djamila...
Save it!
It's not my fault.
Stop play-acting.
I have very bad news and less bad news. Which first?
I don't know. The very bad.
The very bad?
Guillain's mother told the principal I'm with the Picassos.
I'm being kicked out twice. From home and school.
I won't even get a diploma.
- Because you didn't defend me. - I tried!
Since the Picassos trashed the house, Dad won't listen.
Otherwise, the less bad news?
It's that despite the party, you're still unpopular.
Worse, Guillain is pulling strings.
He had the election moved to today.
To get out of debating you.
I'd have lost anyway.
I can't even win a school election.
I'm a loser.
I'm a McCain.
You're right to hate me.
I'm pathetic.
My sister's right too.
I think like an old fart, dress like an old fart.
At 15, I'm over the hill.
I'm a piece of shit.
A piece of shit.
Let's begin to vote.
Wait, ma'am. As you know,
Charles is in the hospital.
He asked me to read a letter.
- May I? - Step forward.
- Forget his letter! - Goody-two-shoes!
He always has to be first. He can shove his vote!
Mind your tongue. This isn't public school!
Sorry, ma'am.
Go on, dearie.
"Dear classmates,
"I've given my proxy to Sami.
"I asked him to vote for Guillain."
- What the hell? - It's a trap!
We don't want his vote!
"First of all,
"it's not a political maneuver.
"For once, that's not it at all.
"From my hospital bed,
"I realize that... no one in my class like me."
Not just the class. The whole school!
Everyone!
"And I understand.
"Yes, I was vile. I thought everything could be sold.
"And bought too. Even your love.
"Today, in this hospital room where no one visits me,
"besides my wonderful cousin Sami,
"I'm all alone. Terribly alone.
"But this ordeal was a learning experience for me.
"It made me grow."
No need to! He uses shoe lifts!
Quiet, please!
"It made me grow...
"Your friendship matters more than your votes.
"There. Maybe it didn't say it well, but I had to say it.
"Now, know that when I get back,
"if any of you wants to extend a hand,
"I'd be happy to clasp it.
"To prove that people change...
"even after the age of 14."
There.
Come in.
The principal wants you.
Serves him right.
Come in.
Come in, Sami.
Come in. Sit down.
- I think you know them. - Not at all.
- I swear I don't, Djamila. - I know.
They've just cleared you.
I saw the SMS they received from Guillain.
- I have to call his mother. - I don't get it.
Neither do I.
Why are you doing this?
Getting paid to scare them shitless... I mean "stiff"...
It's fine. But not getting him expelled.
We're not assholes.
We all stopped school in 7th grade.
For example, his mom kicked him out. Now he lives in a garbage dump.
My girl dumped me and left with my cat.
And the social worker.
I was 18 when I stopped school in 7th grade.
Because of my applied science teacher, Mr. Gaudin.
One day he said to me:
"Either you work or you hit the factory."
I'm sorry...
So I hit him instead.
Forget it. It's over now.
- It hurts to talk about this. - I know.
22 to 4... It's so painful.
It sure is. Especially for Guillain.
Because you won!
22 to 4?
I didn't just win. It's a landslide!
I fucked that asshole over! I'm a winner!
I fucked that asshole!
Here... We said 100 each.
No, forget it. We talked it over.
It's against our principles to make a girl pay.
And we found someone to sponsor our rehabilitation.
Hello, Gui-Gui!
So, whassup?
I have nothing on me. I swear!
Give me the keys.
The keys, I said!
My two months in Neuilly were a lesson for all involved.
As Victor Hugo says in Notre-Dame,
never give up on men. Always give them a second chance.
Take Charles.
By pairing Saint-Ex with Chalon High,
he did a total turnaround.
When you come to Paris, count on me!
Such a part of our daily life!
I almost admire him.
He may end up the head of a revolutionary party!
Remember: "United against capitalism, Charles de Chazelle."
Stanislas has also made progress.
He has lots of reasons to.
First, I'm going to have a cousin.
With an Arabic name: Hamouche.
And Caroline broke up with Athahualpa
when she met Serna at Roissy,
while stopping his extradition.
And Stanislas is seeing a shrink!
Believe me, it's a radical change.
Sami, don't cut your salad with a knife!
No, I'm just kidding.
Despite a grade-point average of 9.68,
I graduated and made it from 6th grade to 7th.
Djamila paid my tuition at Saint-Ex.
Mom took a job as a waitress and we moved nearby
to projects in Nanterre.
The Picasso projects!
- Malik, how are you? - Sami, whassup?
Hey, Mrs. Ben Boudaoud!
- Hello, Malik. How are you? - "Abdel Malik"!
That's it.
I think I told you everything.
I forgot the most important thing.
These days... Marie and me,
it's even better than Esmeralda and Quasimodo.
Don't believe me?
I swear on my mother's life!
Guess who.
Miss Blanchet?
What is it?
Nothing.