Silence... We're Rolling (2001)

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Silence... We're rolling

You will love Mom's dress.

He already loves her.

If you know the words of your poetry

If you know the smell of the roses

If you can live in the modern world

Then you are indeed an Egyptian,
I can tell

If you can sing in Arabic

In the name of God and our country

If you can give warmth and brightness

You are indeed an Egyptian,
I can tell

The Egyptian loves with a burning flame

He finds happiness
in the smallest things

He is wholeheartedly dedicated
to whom he loves

And can escape maledictions

Mahfouz the poet sings
at the pace of Zouel's heart

Halim the troubadour is taking you

And you will never forget

Halim the troubadour is taking you

And you will never forget

Oum Kalthum

Oum Kalthum

and her pink handkerchief

Her songs pass through generations

They give boldness and courage

Malak!

Your husband wasn't there.

And he will never be again.

Abbas has no time for me,
he is in love.

He seemed resigned.
What happened to him?

He loves Dina.

Your best friend?

Men always have a "best friend".

Dina is not that pretty.

Does it make any difference?

Weird way of thinking, Mom!

Your husband wasn't
a good choice of subject.

We're going to the restaurant with
Alfi and Paula, join us.

These jewels are so itchy.
Let me go to the villa first.

You know, you have been
wonderful tonight.

Tell me...

Where will Malak dine tonight?

She's treating her crew.
It's only for us.

I'm invited too, but I don't get
where the place is.

Too bad.

I can't tell anything.

Congratulations for your last movie!

Don't forget, we will dine at La Bodega!
Hurry up!

Yes, I'll sprint...

I'm in my car, sitting next to
my grand-daughter.

But what are you doing here?

I4m replacing my father.
He is ill.

You are the driver's son?

So you're back from Alexandria?
You became such a grown man!

I won't steal these.

- Did I say so?
- You thought so!

Rich persons are always scared.

- Are you a communist?
- I think of poor people.

I think of them too,
since I'm giving them money.

In other words I'm a rich Red.

Rich people do charity
with money they stole.

What are people like you looking for?

What game are Reds playing?

A game that will ruin you.

Nasser tried, when he was alive.

Nasser is not dead.

Are you his reincarnation?

My name is Nasser,
hate it or love it.

How daring!

If I were in a bad mood
I would kick you out of my car!

Is the devil following you?

I'm preparing my thesis.
I need to read so many books.

And you're waiting for the last minute?

You loafer! That's no reason to k*ll us!

You can dine with us if you want.

We will have shrimps.
See how simple we are.

Thanks but I have work to do.

I'm actually not a loafer.

- A loafer? Did I say so?
- More or less.

So it must be true.
Past 70 year-old one is always right.

Meet me in the garage.

I love you.

And I love your granny...
What a pain!

You provoked her.

Self-defense. She is from another world.

She's mixing up rich and communist
just to make fun of me.

Maybe she can see you
just like I see you.

A good boy.

Handsome...

Wrecked and devolved.
Stop, temptress!

If I fail my thesis
I will k*ll myself.

Hello? Dad? Nasser!

Where are you?
Are you coming to the diner?

We'll celebrate the premiere
at La Bodega.

Okay. I'll wait for you.

Dad is on the highway. He's coming.

Dad's coming, Granny's dressing up...
I can't stand them!

Nasser!

Nasser! Nasser!

- Who will take us there?
- Take a cab.

And go home with your mother.

With a thesis, do you
remain a driver's child?

Your grand-father was a driver.
What's wrong with that?

Once he was rich,
there was no more contempt.

Nasser talked to you in the garage.

Don't lie. I'm neither
stupid nor blind.

I know why you spent
so much time in Alexandria.

Your Nasser was there.

Please venerate my perspicacity.

Do you love him?

Since I'm a kid.

So what? Why would you be
ashamed of a scholar?

Are you dumb?

Tell him we're coming.

- He left?
- Left? To where?

- Who will take us there?
- He said to call a cab.

What a shitty marriage!

The groom is such a tightwad!

Call me for the divorce picture.

I will give you twice more
for two pictures with Malak.

Tabloids' pictures.

- A call from the Elys?e.
- I'll leave you for a moment.

I pretexted a call from Jacques Chirac.

She is our host.

I never eat before a concert.

Of course. An artist is
devoted to his public.

He forgets everything else.

Your gestures are magic...

Even the way you eat your shrimps.

You fingers, caressing their flesh...

It's poetry.

Music.

You are a dream that has been
obsessing me since my childhood.

President Mitterrand decorated me
Officer of Arts and Letters.

Who are you?

Doctor Jean-Jacques Lemay.

I'm from Alexandria.

I have a French passport too.

I studied psychology in Paris.

Are you healing broken hearts?

There is only room
in your heart for happiness.

Wake up and write
and new screenplay for Malak.

- My muse is sleeping.
- Wake her up.

I wish I could. The problem is
I can't find inspiration.

Hello? Hello?

Youngsters... Flirting with
their cellphones.

Look at you. Do you think
you're any better?

You can't even declare your
love to Malak.

Don't be insane,
Malak is married.

Married without a husband...
Don't pretend you don't know.

Who is lumpier,
you or one of those nerds?

Look at her, flirting with
the inventor of the Internet.

Who is it?
I don't like his face.

Mister Internet.

I would like to know
what your hobbies are.

My hobbies? I sing.

I have to admit
I like to sing too.

God gave me a good appearance,

and I wish you could hear my voice.

- Mom, Dad is coming.
- Who?

Abbas. Your husband, my father.
Do you remember?

- He wants to talk to us.
- Will he finally explain?

Is he hiding something?

He's coming. You will see.

Please excuse me a minute.

Paula! Paula!

How are you doing?

- I'm embarrassed.
- Because of me?

- Because of you.
- Why is that?

I came to tell you.

Tell me, Dad.

I'm in love and
I'm gonna get married.

I said it, thanks God.

Being in love at my age
my seem ridiculous.

I'm marrying Dina.

You're divorcing Mom?

Did she hurt you?

Never.

But my life would have come to an end
if I hadn't met Dina.

I would have remained Mister Malak
and never found my real self.

Now that you're a grown up
I feel like I can do so.

Her work is all her life.

That's why she doesn't need me.

Happy birthday.

It's not my birthday.

It's mine.

I didn't exist before I met you.

You are still young and handsome.

- Dina is right.
- Let's talk about Paula.

Did you talk to her?

Will she live with us?

Maybe it would be better, at first.

Paula doesn't like me.

She will abandon me.
Take my mother instead.

- Paula loves you, but...
- But what?

If you were in love with someone,
it would be a shock for her.

Dina and you is not a shock?

She knows Dina and likes her.

Why wouldn't she love
the one that loves me?

With a daughter like Paula,
you can't make any mistake.

- Only she is important.
- You talk like a judge.

Paula deserves a normal life.

Is sleeping is separate bedrooms normal?

Is it because of my work?
So I deserve to be abandoned.

If she wants to live with you,
I won't oppose.

Stop your comedy.

You live for you audience
and Paula suffers from it.

She suffers? Paula?

I don't understand. Explain me.

She has a constant inner-struggle.

How refined,
you're a psychologist too?!

You only miss medals.

I made your trousers longer.
I will sew it.

I'll manage.

Be careful. The ambassador loves
this one. Don't put my in trouble.

Don't you get started.
I had 10 tuxedos,

but the princess ruined them all.

Hysteric and jealous.
Good riddance.

I have one principle, Mom:
nobody is indispensable!

This b*tch is not worth
one inch of Malak.

She took advantage of me.

Do you realize? I knew her
since she was a baby.

Give my 50?, I need to pay.

- What about yesterday's money?
- I paid the photographer.

It will be shown in tabloids.
Give me some.

I'm not the Bank of Egypt.

- Give me some jewels then.
- No!

It brings bad luck. "Who disperses
its goods has nothing left."

Does this saying really exists?

No, I just made it up.

Give me the cash.

Are you sure Malak fell for you?

You are a marvelous dream.

A dream!

Marvelous.

What will you do after your thesis?
Get married?

There are dozens of
jobless scholars.

How could I dream of a house
or a housemaid?

Hello. Paula?

Grandma locked herself is her room.

I'm alone.

Dad decided to divorce Mom.

Do you have secrets?

Paula's Dad wants a divorce.

A great lawyer can't
stay in the shadow.

Why did he marry her then?

Before I call you,
I was thinking of you.

When you are not here...
Near me...

I feel lost.

I want to be with you,
hear your voice.

Be with you, that's all.

I want that too.

See you and hear your voice.

But I need to get my thesis with
a mention to have such plans.

Then you will create your revue
and we will find a house.

For you and me.

We won't need anyone else, right?

Right.

But no tears.

Okay?

I want to see your charming smile.

I will call you as soon as I can.

Aren't you angry?

Let them write what they want.
I don't care.

The sad thing is that
the two of us are alone.

I should have divorced 15 years ago.

I could have chosen anyone I wanted.

Why didn't you do so?

To give my Paula a normal childhood.

Come in.

Pardon me, Madam.
I was ask to deliver you this.

"What does the divine thinks of this?"

An admirer?

It's good to feel important to somebody.

"Why not call this Melody?
Telephone..."

Who sent this?

The man on this picture.

He seems to be a good man.

Does he? So we agree.

Ezz Eddine is here.

With the film his has to finish
and Alfi's new screenplay,

He will need at least 2years.

2 years? That long?

That's how he works.

He looks at the world...

How people live...

He explains his idea to Alfi.
And Alfi answers he is an idiot.

How pretentious...
There are plenty of screenplays.

I wrote one myself,
with a beginner..

The sh**ting may begin tomorrow
if I felt like it.

Who would direct it?
You can't improvise cinema.

You are right.

What was I thinking?

Sir, the bill.

It's for me.

Thank you.

A psychologist that
cannot find his words...

What a disaster...

Let's switch roles.

You will be the artist.
I will be the doctor.

I saw your last film
at least 40 times.

I imagined myself singing with you.

Do you like music that much?

I resigned from the hospital
to devote myself to singing.

- We are ready, master.
- Is Malak ready?

When you decide...

Don't forget your promise.

You promised you would test Lamey.

I will take care of him after this take.
Stay focused.

We'll see later.

Everybody get ready!

Dancer, on stage.

Send the smoke!

More!

Faster!

Action!

My love

The words "I love you"

Are all my life

The refuge of my certitudes.

Take away, take away,
everything is going fast

Come what may!
Don't think about it and live for me.

Keep it, it brings bad luck.

It is about Sir Lamey's test.

Don't worry, all will be fine.

He ignored me.
Not even a "yes" or "no".

Be patient.

Believe me, you will have your chance.

When?

Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

May I take you somewhere?

There is no place I'd like to go.

I call

And you call

I sing

And you sing

You laugh, your laugh
echoes in my veins.

Come closer

Your eyes will take me

In another world,
hunted by the crowed

A sight will tell

Declare your love

Another sight won't reveal a thing

A sight will tell

Declare your love

Another sight won't reveal a thing

I'm the boss of the neighbourhood

The number one

The king of foxes

I'm the boss of the neighbourhood

I'm the boss of the neighbourhood

Stronger and stronger

The best of the best

No principle, so scruples

I greet everybody

I'll ditch the one that resist

She will be forgotten tomorrow

I love you and
I dream of closing my eyes

Close my eyes and wake up later

Wake up and discover that your arms

Embraced me and took me away

Kidnapped me, took me away

Took me far away

Far, away from everything

I'm the number one,
boss of the neighbourhood

I'm an expert in economy

Tactic and counter-tactic

Against misery and idiocy

Maybe, be dancing,

I will be able to tell you

The words hidden in my heart

For so long

Finally tell you

I love you

These words that, for you,

Just sound like any other ones

But for me, my love,

The words "I love you"

Are all my life

The refuse of my certitudes

Take away, take away,
everything is going fast

Come what may!
Don't think about it and live for me.

I love you and I know

That you are away from me

You are close but
it is like you are afar

You live for your dream

And your dream is loneliness

I love you and I fear

That my words of love

Will reach your heart

Only too late

So you will whine

You will weep useless teardrops

You will whine

You will be the one to blame

Be aware that I will pursue you

Until the end of times

Is Madam looking for something?

- No, I want to buy you a lunch.
- I can't accept.

I need to talk to you.
Let's eat ribs.

Do you have ribs?

- I saw your son. Did he tell you?
- Not at all.

He thinks highly of himself.

He was the head of
the students' mutual fond.

Always first of his class.

He will teach at the university,
as I always dreamed of.

He's handsome.

Who does he look like?

How nice...

He looks like his mother.

I want him to taste our sharkassieh.

He and the food...

He has something else in mind:
create his magazine, "Young Egypt".

I can pay for that.

Maybe, but you won't like
what he will write.

- That's my problem.
- He's as stubborn as his father.

Forget about the magazine
and the sharkassieh.

I want him for Paula.
There are a perfect couple.

This is madness!

Me alive, it will never happen!
I forbid it!

Sit down. Neither your nor I
can do anything about it.

This is about love.

- Paula loves him.
- How do you know?

Women's secrets.

She loved him since she was 12.

She met him every
weekend in Alexandria.

It's a catastrophe.

What's the matter?
Don't you like money?

If it's earned by work, yes.
But from a marriage, no.

- You drool like an old man.
- I'm old.

I'm not!

Nasser will dine with us.
He'll eat sharkassieh.

I'll pay for his magazine
and he'll marry Paula!

Don't get mad at me.

Stop making a beggar of me. Tell him!

I bet Paula won't live here
nor with his father.

Really? Who told you so?

She's getting married.

With a good boy.

I consented, even though
his name is Nasser.

This house needs a man.

I won't contradict you.

I invited him for diner.
You'll see him tonight.

Prepare yourself.

What, do you have plans tonight?

I wanted Ezz and Alfi to meet Lamey.

Who is Lamey?

A young talent.
You saw him at La Bodega.

The cake guy!

Invite who you want.
If there is enough for two...

Even though the Lamey
doesn't inspire me.

Make an effort.
Doctor Lamey deserves it.

Doctor?

Om Ahmed,

I want the diner served
exactly at 8:30.

It will be ready at 8.

I said 8:30!

Play.

You cheat too, Alfi?

This dangerous beauty
is my daughter.

I hope you think we look alike.

But she is more willing than I am.

She only listens to herself.
A yes is a yes, a no is a no.

I need to be surrounded
by people who love me.

You are a psychologist, help me
not to depend on other people.

I could, but it would be a shame
to change the slightest part of you.

Your admirers would lose
your spontaneity, your limpidity,

your generosity, your smile...

Do you hear? Finally somebody
who says pleasant things.

- The public loves you.
- Should I be in love with a crowd?

I want someone...
who loves me only.

This is my right.

Don't you think?

Solitude is the price of success.

You lover her too, don't you?

If you love her, say so!

Love is not reactionary.
Lenin himself was married.

Kid, don't play
the left-wing card with me.

The national revolution
destroyed my family.

I met and married a brilliant man.

In the socialist time,
he was a socialist.

In the liberal time,
he was "open".

With businessmen,
he did business.

He understood the game
and became better than them.

He ended up with this...

And this...

And two flats in Paris,

one in London,
one in New-York,

and one in Moscow.

And a villa in Tel-Aviv?

Enough! Spare me
your patriotic lessons.

Listen to me, Majesty...

Live the life you want.
But I man a free man, too.

I'm not a shirt sold
at a clearance sale.

So we disagree.

Good evening.

Wait! Imbecile!

Hold this.

- Did you see.
- Yes but I didn't hear. Did he say no?

Nobody dares disagreeing with me.

What if I agreed with him?

He doesn't even wait for my judgment!

Sit down.

Leave it there. Too bad for him.

Who brought bad luck today?

Him. His picture is everywhere.
Why did you invite him?

You abandoned Malak,
she invites who she wants to.

The giant invites the dwarf?

Dwarf? He's as tall as the Cairo Tower.

I'm tall too.

And I'm ready to buy implants!

- Tell me, Lamey...
- He is a doctor in psychology.

Tell me, doctor...

Did this vocation to be an actor
came all of a sudden?

Aren't you 40 already?

No, 39. Since childhood...

Why chose psychology?
Did the conservatory burnt?

What's wrong with changing one's life
if the talent is here?

I have 60 students waiting
to be given a chance.

You want me to play with children?

Why upset me?

This is a sacred work.
I forbid you to sully it!

"Since childhood..."

"If I had a chance..."

Bullshit! Where is the vocation?

It depends on the director.

Excuse me.

I'm in a bad moon.

Your mother is going too far with Ezz.
It's not acceptable.

Is shouting acceptable?

- You're jealous of Lamey.
- Jealous?

Mom can't love you on demand, can she?

This guy is weird.
Being an actor is not a game.

It's a commitment to the audience.

Talk about Mom.
I'm not committed.

Not even to the driver's son?

Okay, you go with Grandma
to the university.

You will see the driver's son
become a teacher.

And you will embrace his hand.

- I'm tired of this reception.
- And I'm tired of morons.

To hell with this diner!

What an idea to wear this broach!

This is how bourgeois' parties are.
Let's go somewhere else.

You are right.
Mom, I won't be home too late.

I have a screenplay.
Should I tell you?

Yes, at this point...

An old lady, pretty but with too many
money, lives with her two daughters.

One falls in love with a crook and
the other one with the son of a driver.

And a rude scribbler
ruins their secret...

to write a screenplay
and make money out of it.

You are ignoble!
Never talk to me again!

Tell me! What happens next?

Why take me to this gloomy street?

Come in.

I want you to remove this veil.

It hides this subjugating look.

I hope my presence
was not your burden.

This is my house more than their.

I have to apologize
for Ezz's vulgarity.

He doesn't understand people anymore.

On the contrary.

I could not control my looks.

He guessed what I did not dare say.

Since your opening your hearts...

I can admit...

You are the light of my life.

I'm happy I could escape from
this suffocating diner.

Who was suffocating?

The little girl in you
who wants to be free.

Our dreams at night reveal
our true desires.

If these desires are repressed,

suffering waits for us
and frustration kills us.

- Tell me your dream.
- Mine?

Who can you have confidence in
if not your lover?

I had a dream once...
It's dumb, I shall warn you.

I was a bird, sitting on a branch.

I was singing, happily, all alone...

Suddenly, another bird came.

I wasn't alone anymore.

This bird kept coming, staring at me.
And suddenly...

Go ahead.

It started singing with me.

Is that all?

Was this dream pleasurable?

It became more than a dream.

You were so happy
it obsessed you, haunted you...

You played it again indefinitely.

Make this dream come true.

Became a little girl once again.

Come. Come out.

What are you doing?

Where are you going?

- Come.
- Where are you taking me?

What if someone sees us?

Why are you laughing?

My stomach aches so bad.

Doesn't your stomach ever ache?

Cancel your rehearsal.

The sh**ting can stop
for a day or two...

Or three...

Stomach ache? Bullshit.
She will ruin us.

Did she see a doctor?

Of course she saw one!

She will be back in two days.

She said three.

Three days of sh**ting lost.

It's okay, the production
will still make millions.

Her last movie was a flop.
But look who was the director...

- She came back to you.
- Are you sure?

Grandma?

- What did the doctor say?
- What doctor?

The stomach aches.

May the pain torment
you and your ancestors!

She just called me.

She said you're sh**ting near the sea.

That the place is great and
that everything is all right.

You're the one in need of a doctor!

A doctor... Or maybe a psychiatrist.

Impossible...

I will die if I don't
finish this screenplay.

And deprive mankind of a masterpiece.

You moron.

Go to sleep!

The jury will deliberate.
Verdict in 15 minutes.

The jury, after deliberation,
recommends...

to give the title of Doctor to
Abdel Nasser Hassan,

and combine it with a mention
and an honorific medal.

Bravo! Bravo!

I knew it! I knew it!

What? Didn't you stop shaking yet?

Smile! Why the tears?

He is my son!

And you, why do you cry?

My God... He is
my grand-daughter's husband!

I've been obeying for three months.

"Execute!" and It execute.

"Use the barbells", I use them.

"Study dance", I dance.

And I don't mention solfege,
at least four hours a day.

I'm fed up.

If you're given a chance
you will be ready.

I can go far using "if...".
I spoiled three months because of "if..."

I've been working everyday
since the age of 12.

I won't wait 12 years
for Ezz Eddine's offer.

Nobody can treat me like this.

- The princess was mine.
- Who is that?

An old hysteric patient.

Your Ezz is selfish.
He only works for himself.

Remember the diner? I made a
compliment to you and he went mad.

You know what we will do?

Summer is coming. I will invite Ezz
to my mother's villa.

He will read your screenplay.

He will say he is overwhelmed
and has 50 films to do already.

You're in such a bad moon.

I have good reasons.

This is the end of the month.
I'm penniless.

The owner of the hotel knocks on
my door ten times everyday.

I will pay him when I leave.

Thank you, this is one problem less.

But depending on you...

I feel impotent.

Incapable of giving you
what you deserve.

Take a swimsuit.

Swimming will be good for you.

The coast is clear.

- You read your role in this screenplay?
- This is a romantic woman.

There are barely 15 minutes with you,
at the beginning.

Who wrote this?

A great man, awarded by
the Institute of Cinema.

Lamey helped him a bit.

More than a bit. The movie
is all about him.

I should be crazy
to accept to direct this.

You are this guy's servant.
You hear me?

He supports me.

Really? He manipulates you!
He thinks he is a national hero.

He knows nothing about writing.

He is a psychologist that
doesn't understand human nature.

You worked for 15 years
to have this career.

If you want to ruin it all,
it's your choice!

I'm not your mother, neither
your babysitter nor your tutor.

Do what you want.
I'm out of this madhouse.

I thought you were my friend.

Your friend, yes.

A cuckold, no.

He had never been so rude to me.

- He's worried about you.
- He shouldn't, I have my job.

It's not enough.
You have become a servant.

You lie to us and to yourself.

You don't realize Lamey is using you!

Is it so unbelievable
that he loves me?

Am I misshapen? Insensible?
Doesn't sincerity exist?

Answer.

Me too...

I'm worried too...

Because somebody is writing
screenplays for me?

Now you are mad at me.

It's true. When I write,
I often think of you.

Does that mean I'm your property?

Maybe we don't understand each other.

I told you about my feelings because
I thought you would understand me.

I'm more than a friend to you.

But it seems I was wrong.

- The gentlemen left.
- Good.

They don't deserve your tears.

Leave me alone.

Thanks.

And you grandma?

The doctor was reassuring.
She doesn't want to get some rest.

- We locked her up in her room.
- She may run away.

- Is this for her?
- She hates the hospital.

It's juts "in case".

Dad is with her.
Let's go swimming.

- What do you think of Nasser?
- Who?

- Hassan's son.
- I haven't seen him in 10 years.

Don't you know him?
A brilliant man.

And handsome.

He will become someone, God willing.

Why does he interest you?

- I want him for Paula.
- The driver's son?

He is stronger than you and me.
He has a thesis.

Nowadays, a thesis is only worth
the parent's wage.

- Since you left, Malak got crazy.
- I know.

This is over, Abbas.

- I will leave you.
- I forbid it.

I can hold on until autumn.

I want to see the sea
as calm as a lake.

And be here for Paula's wedding.

Easy with your love words!

Love is an emotion, not a word.

And how am I supposed to
see you emotion?

How do you see mine?

It can be seen in our eyes.

It's not enough.

Look thoroughly.

Can you see it?

Be careful.

Don't go too fast.

Be careful!

The shore!

May God protect us!

What a show!

It's a shame!

Love is beautiful.

Everybody does what he wants to.

Wake up.

Right on time.

Nasser thinks I only want his money.

And that I don't love him.

When you grow up and earn a living,

you will be his equal.

End of competition.

So he can love me despite my fortune.

He said I have to be your equal first.

How much to I owe you.
I only brought 7?.

It will be free, this time?

Next time, be sure
you are chief editor.

And bring some money.

That's it. I have no more
reason to stay here.

What about me?

Aren't I a reason?

All of your looks remind me
that I'm a failure.

You saw Ezz and his dog...
My whole life was in this screenplay!

So what?

We can still do it. You know what?
I will produce it myself.

You are generous, Malak.
I admire you.

- But...
- But what?

I'm an unknown and
we barely know each other.

Don't be downcast by
what is happening.

Your happiness is mine.

Since the very first day,
we have been carried away by...

a whirlwind of emotions.

I'm sorry.

I can't accept your sacrifice.

It's over.

Let's forget what has been said.

I'm begging you...

Helping you would make me happy.

- You know that.
- I know nothing.

You are the most precious thing to me.

You are my raison d'?tre.

Why would you risk millions?

This is not a game.

I don't care. Money is not a problem.

I can't resolve to beg money
to the one I love.

- I didn't know you loved me that much.
- No...

Deep inside, you knew.

You are an artist...
that is difficult to understand.

Come.

Let's drink to the success
of our artistic collaboration!

It must be a success
since you will be the lead role.

- And you?
- Me?

I will be a guest star.

I will do everything I can
do make you happy.

Tell me to jump out of the window,
I swear I will.

May I die a thousand times
rather than see you suffer.

You are crazy!

- Where are you going?
- To Cairo, with you.

Paula thought you would propose her.

Paula id dreaming.

I told her: our dream is only possible
if we succeed without our parents' money.

We're far from it.

Your father is generous and loyal.
You are like him.

This is nice of you.

You cannot leave these women
in these men's hands.

This Lamey...

He looks like a clever
and honest man.

Clever, for sure.
Honest, I don't think so.

So why are you leaving?

I must plead a cause tomorrow
and save a man's life.

I have work too.
I will tell my father.

No. You and your father stay here
and look after the girls.

Hello kids.

I didn't wait for you.
I was hungry.

How is the sea today?

Is it really important?

Nasser spends the weekend with us.

Perfect. He is home here.

I just had a great idea!

You're gonna love it!

Did you go swimming?
The sea is great!

Repeat after me.

We should go back to Agami.

May the Devil get her.
And her gigolo too!

Are you abandoning Malak?

She is insane and despise
my work. I can support her.

Take this!

I can't be humiliated anymore!

- We are like sheep!
- No use shouting at us.

Even her mother wants to
disinherit her. She told it to Abbas.

They can't do that.

Abbas is Paula's father and
Malak doesn't care about money.

I've been writing screenplays
for 24 years...

And I can't find an idea to
get rid of this crook.

I know!

Let the music play!

A great idea!

If her grand-mother gives everything
to Paula. Guess what he will say!

What?

I swear on my mother's head!

As soon as he will know
he will change his mind.

If the money goes to Paula,
Lamey will chase Paula!

Not bad!

My mother gave birth to a jinn!

I'm going to Agami!
I'll take a subway if I have to!

This subway is stage set!
Here is your car!

I'm amazed by my own genius!

Did you forget? Malak will
sing tonight at the Marina!

I'm coming with you.

But don't drive too fast!

At my debut I was discovered
by the scenarist Nour El Alfi...

And director Ez Eddine.

Tonight, I'll present you
my own discovering.

A new voice. I'll let you judge...

If it was a good pick.

Here comes, for the very first time...

Mr. Jean-Jacques Lamey?

- She's gone crazy.
- The you have a remedy?

Please come on stage.

The lyrics are from the poet
Kawthar Mustapha.

The music is by the very famous
Omar Khairat.

Here is... "I call".

The score from the movie!
She is stealing it for that moron!

Temporary insanity.

Insanity, yes.
Temporary, we will see...

Will you let us hear it?

God forbid...

- Look at that.
- What a crook...

Mrs. Malak!

Your mother...

You go, I will manage.

Excuse me, I can't...

Let's hope this is not too serious,

and that Malak will be back soon
with her beautiful smile.

Mrs. Malak's talent is unique.

Still, I will try to
replace her for a moment.

Don't worry... I'm fine.

Malak...

You can't expect your life
to give you everything you want.

Your life is dedicated to singing.

Never abandon, no matter what happens.

Come closer, come closer.

Abdel Wahad had a song...

I never forgot it.

Sing it for us, darling.

"The parting night".

Sing.

The parting night

A never-ending night

And all our hearts

Filled with questions

I answered the lover

Were going to leave us

This flower holds your smell

I will keep it

As a pledge of our love

Your hands picked it

Your hands made it even prettier

When we had to part

You gave it to me

My tears ran out

But if I had to speak

All I could say

Is that the lovers left us

All together!

It's very noisy.
I can't hear you.

What?

Thank you, Sir.

So? How is Malak's mother?

It's over.

You will have to be strong.

In a second, happiness
becomes bitterness.

Malak is a star. She has
high standards of living.

She will inherit form her mother.

Maybe Abbas won't agree with that.

He was designed to be the tutor.

And he doesn't really like you.

But he adores you.

You were the boss, so far.

A screenplay that wasn't written by you
would end up in the trash-bin.

But now,
Malak only listens to me.

True.

But her mother disinherited her
because of you.

- Paula will get everything.
- Everything? Paula? How unfair!

What can I do? Talk to Abbas.

Paula is his daughter. If Malak
got married to someone...

Let's say a weird doctor.

Think about it, psychologist.

Who would he give his money to?
His daughter or a stranger?

Still awaken?

Aren't you sleepy?

You're thinking about Nasser...

We are abandoned.
Lamey left one week ago

He went to Mansoura.

To meet an old patient.

And we are alone is this vast void.

What would have Grandma done?

She would have packed up
and taken a plane to Honolulu.

I came as soon as
I got your message.

Is anything wrong?

Nasser?

Will you get mad
if I ask you something...

Ticklish?

You can always ask.

Is Mom in love with you?

It seems so.

And you?

Is there a problem between you?

Nothing serious.

I admire those who dedicate
themselves to something.

Like Nasser for politics,
Your mother for music. But...

It's difficult to share there life,
have a meaningful role.

I wish I were like them.

Ready to abandon family
and friends any time.

Applauses are like a drug.

They dedicated their lives
to their work.

But what is our place in this?

Should we be satisfied with crumbles?

Look, your father left.

Nasser, he loves you, it's true.

He is a great guy.

But if your love obstruct his career,

he will blame you to
change is personality...

and corrupt him.

"Your money stole my future,
I should have been a leader!"

This will last your whole life.

But all you were looking for
was warmth and tenderness.

I admire you capacity
to reading in people's mind.

I will produce him.

Lamey and I will create our company.

We're just waiting for some papers.

If you have a screenplay
we will be happy to read it.

If it is about my relationship with
Lamey, let me tell you the ending...

We get married.

Don't think I'm pretentious.

Lamey is in love with me.

Worse and worse...

We try to drive him away from your
mother and you bring him back to you.

- He's a pro.
- Don't get me wrong.

I love Nasser and will marry him.

But Lamey is in love.

And I will tell everything to Mom.

Wait!

Malak is loyal, and fragile.

She will only believe us
if she hears him say it.

Set up a rendez-vous with him.

Come here.

This flower...

Contains a microphone.

- It will record everything.
- How shameful!

Listen, kid. He's in love? Good.

Flatter his vanity,
he will say it out loud.

When he speaks, record him.

It's rotating... Are you recording?

Yes... No...

I need it not to get lost
in the scenario.

You are remorseless!

I could poison you all
just for Malak's sake!

Your mother fell in a vampire's hands!

If we don't help her, who will?

Kofi Anan?

Do you like art?

I'm writing for a magazine
that will soon be published.

Since I met you
an idea obsesses me.

Can we live with
crumbles of their lives?

Only if we live in their shadow.

Lamey, be courageous.

We are friends, aren't we?

I always dreamt of a face...

A voice, that would appease me
and warm me up.

That face was yours.

Is was your voice.

It's my Mother you love.

You are the youth.

The youth I didn't had.

The serenity I never found.

Paula...

I love your name.

I love to say it.

What is going on?

I'm surprised.

I'm a bit afraid.
I need to think.

Trust me.

Don't you want to marry Mom?

This must be a transfer phenomenon.

You look alike so much...

I was charmed by her voice.

But when I dream...

I dream of you.

I dream of your beautiful body.

Everything in you is poetry.

Even your gestures...

They are magic.

The way you eat your shrimps...

You fingers, caressing their flesh...

Poetry...

Music...

I have something to tell you.

Tell me.

- Your eyes...
- Go on.

When you look at me...

I shiver.

You are reading in my mind.

Your body...

When you were lifting the barbells...

Your body...

You wanted it.

Your hair...

- No, I'm ashamed.
- Desire is natural.

There is nothing to be ashamed of.

"Even your gestures...
They are magic."

"The way you eat your shrimps..."

Shrimps?

You son of a shrimp!

Seducing mother and daughter
with shrimps!

He want to eat them all.

What is "atrabilious"?

If you write for the people,
make it simple.

You can say... "dark".

You think the reader is a donkey?

I don't say that. But you must
go straight to the point.

The reader will be judge.
Write like you think.

Would you censure me?

You think I'm the government?

The power is always with the money.
It can fix a man's price.

Write it yourself if you are
an expert of mass psychology.

I'm bored of your fights!

I suggest we calm down and eat.

May God help me.

Forget it. The rice is burnt,
the sauce expired and there is no salt.

Let's not disturb our leader's genius!

Don't worry, my daughter. Stay here.

Uncle Hassan is the king
of garlic beans.

There's no more garlic. And I can't ruin
the future or corrupt such a great man!

- Did I say so?
- Someone did.

If my money is such a nuisance,
I'd better disappear from your life.

And on top of that, I can't cook!

Neither sew up your socks!

- Did I say something?
- No, it was the Pope!

I've been dreaming of
wearing Mom's veil.

I was sure her dress was here.

Mom, it's because I love you very much
that I need to tell you something.

I met a man that loves me
more than Nasser.

A man that is upset by
every single gesture I make.

You forgot Nasser quickly.

This man even admire
the way I eat shrimps.

"Poetry... Music..."

Where did you hear that?

It was Lamey.

You met him?

He called me yesterday so that
"I could know him better".

Yesterday?

So he wasn't on a trip.

He was as troubled as a kid
because we are alike very much.

The troubled child
looking for freedom...

I know there words by heart...

How far did he go?

He is in love with your voice.

But at night, he dreams of me.

Especially since Alfi told him
I was going to inherit.

Mom, do you love him?

Pardon me, Paula, but
I must ask you the same thing.

Nasser was all my life.

Why... Why do you say "was"?

Since we broke up...

I see him everywhere.

I can't forget him.

Why forget him?
Did he lie to you?

Did he try to use you too?

- I ruined his future.
- Did Nasser say so?

- Not him...
- Lamey.

His future? You are his future.

No man can succeed without
a woman at his side.

Which one of you left?

I did... I slammed the door.

And I turned off my cellphone.

We are two idiots.
Give me Nasser's phone number.

- He doesn't have one.
- Where can I contact him?

Try 590 76 67.

You played it nice with Lamey.

Wanna see how I play?

Hello? Can I speak to Nasser?

I am an expert in lies.

I especially lie to myself.

Nasser, this is Paula's Mother!
How dare you ditch her?

She is in danger and
the super militant run away?

Lamey heard she was going to inherit
and he asked his hand to Abbas.

Abbas is coming here to accept.

Hello? Hello? Hello?

Do you think he will react?

If he doesn't, he doesn't deserve you.

They are both crazy.

You are wonderful.

What are you up to?

I took a bath and changed clothes.

I like to receive my guests properly.

You're writing?

Every word you utter.

I see you forgave us.

There was nothing to forgive.
You were right.

Let me tell you, you are awesome.

My genius is thanking you.

- I never said that!
- But you will!

You know, Malak...

Only you can write
the end of this story.

But you will have to confront Lamey.

Lamey is a crook. Where is he?

Is Lamey a crook or is Nasser crazy?

Nasser is way better!

So why look down on him?

He's rejecting both Paula
and your money.

This boy needs to be trained! Me...

What kind of father are you?
You'd deserve a good beating!

You play with women's feelings!

And you abandon them
to chase another girl!

Hail to the tribune!
You defend the oppressed?

This money doesn't belong to you!
And God knows how you get it!

Money again!
I'll build a hospital for you!

Ridiculous!

A union... A villa on the Nile
for screenwriters...

- Give it to the university!
- Why not the writers?

Shut up!

I am not money!
And Paula is not money!

We are human beings.

We are looking for happiness.

He is Paula's happiness.

If you want to fight,
please go out on the street.

May I call the matchmaker?

No! Let me play my role!

We will meet again.

Bullshit!

- We don't beg for anything.
- We'll live under a bridge.

Bullshit!

Is it the Sheik? I will
send you a car. Elmaraghy.

No, not a divorce. It's a marriage.

This is how it ends?

Wait for the epilogue.

I won't miss my main scene...

The song! You won't believe it.

You listen and decide
if I deserve the main role.

- Hello?
- Lamey, my love!

I am surrounded by hypocrites.

And egoists.

They all abandoned me...

How can I tell you...

How can I tell you...

How can I tell you...

Tell you I decided to... stop my career!

Stop my career and run away with you.

I'll wait for you...

I will wait for you
at the hotel El Hussein.

And we will get married.

We will live with my little savings.
In a hut if we have to.

You can be a doctor again.

You will be a great doctor.
But if you don't come...

I'll commit suicide.
I'll commit suicide!

Cut! Best shot of your career!

Shall I do it again?
The hut thing maybe was too much.

Poetry... Music...

- What is he gonna do?
- Call you.

Where is Mom?
She didn't tell.

She just left.

Where I am?

Home, alone...

There are only the servants.

I will wait for you.

In the name of our love.

Come quick, please.

- I can't do it.
- I have an idea, come.

Taxi! Taxi!

Garden City, quick!

Quick, please!

I'm going to finish this screenplay!

- What do we do?
- As soon as he arrives, we disappear.

Peace upon this house!

Come here, holy man.

- Is Miss here?
- Come in, I will call her.

Lamey!

I couldn't wait to see you.

I knew you would come.

You are always on time.

Punctuality is a King's courtesy.

I'm crazy about you.

But if you don't believe me,
I will commit suicide!

Let's eat shrimps.

Too late, I caressed them all.

So you will be...

My first failure.

And certainly my last one.

Finally you have your screenplay.

Congratulations.

Do you need a title?
Story of Malak and Lamey.

- Abdou!
- Madam?

This gentlemen acts better
than Clark Gable.

- Gable is a dwarf compared to him.
- Only you know.

Please walk him out.

And say farewell.

We won't see him again.

So be it.

Tomorrow is another day.

Don't stay here! The Sheik is waiting!

Hurry up.

- What's going on?
- Nasser is marrying Paula.

- I disagree.
- Bullshit. You go now.

May God bless this union.

Congratulations.

- Is your screenplay done.
- Not exactly.

You must go back to your public.
You owe him everything.

It always gave you
love with generosity.

Read this and come with me.

Sing for them.

Even before me eyes

Knew what your face looks like

Even before they knew where you were

I love you

Since the beginning of the times

Even before the universes was created

Even before universe had a meaning

I love you

Until the end of passion

You, my love

I love you

You are my beloved

The sun may stop shinning

He may die and disappear

The moon may abandon the sky

The Nile may leave its watercourse

But forgetting my love for you

This will never happen

I will always remember it

Forgetting my love for you

This will never happen
I will always remember it

Until the end of passion

Until the end of madness

I love you

And I will always love you