Horses of God (Les Chevaux de Dieu)

Are you asleep?

Not yet, why?

Tell me...

what will Ghislaine think when she hears I died a martyr?

What do you mean?

Will she be sad? Happy? How will she take it?

There are loads in paradise,

hundreds of Ghislaines, thousands.

Mark them!

Cover the pitch, guys!

Fouad! Shit, don't let them shoot!

Watch out!

Guys, no one's on him!

- Goal! - No way!

Admit the ball went in, if you're not a faggot!

It was a goal!

Now who's the faggot?

Touch my brother again and I'll beat the shit out of you.

- Beat it! - Run, guys!

Next one who comes close gets his tendons cut.

Move it!

They're gonna kill us.

Faster, guys!

Go on, dammit!

Go for it.

Fuck off!

JULY 1994

Shantytown of Sidi Moumen Casablanca

Give your hands a good rub, you little jerk.

What are you looking at?

About time.

How are you, Father?

- Hello, Said. - What's that smell?

Have you been in the garbage?

You took him to play in that filth again? Dirty kids.

Najat, shut up!

- Mind your own business. - You're a pain in the neck.

When will you stop your messing around?

- It's not - - Stop lying.

Sit down.

I always get bawled out because of you.

Mom, what's for dinner?

There are six cleaning women.

I'm too old. The boss will only take me twice a week now.

We'll find you another factory.

Impossible, with all the youngsters looking for work.

What's Karim doing in the Sahara?

Nothing's happening there. Your brother will come back soon.

I want him to come now. Why doesn't he come?

Very well, sir.

Shut up, you squid, hiding behind your guy.

I'll do you up the ass!

Beat it, you bastards!

If I see you again, I'll smash your skulls in!

Look Hamid, I found an engine part.

Okay, stop.

The trucks were stripped before they got here.

Come here, you.

Stop following him around like a little monkey.

Sell this to Ba' Moussa, for 10 dirhams. Understood?

Don't let him con you.

Don't let his beard fool you, he's an asshole.

- Don't worry. - Watch out.

Go.

Hey, dickhead, are you messing with me?

Do you need a lifetime to repair that engine?

What do you want?

My brother Hamid wants 10 dirhams for that.

Tell me, who fucks who?

What is this crap?

My brother Hamid said, "10 dirhams, or you give it back."

Your brother Hamid can go fuck himself.

Fuck off or I'll give you a good hiding, runt.

And you, say hi to your mother.

Tell her I'm keeping a nice part for her.

What?

My brother Hamid wants 10 dirhams or nothing.

Your brother Hamid?

Beat it!

- I'll tell my brother. - Fuck you and your brother.

Who does he think he is? Tarzan?

Lousy kids.

And you, move your ass.

Madani.

A coffee.

- Ask Nabil. - I don't have time.

Hamid.

I am the great Lev Yashin.

How about this?

He's called Lev Yachine. He's Russian.

Do you know what a Russian is?

I take it everywhere.

You never showed it to me.

He's the best goalie ever.

You'll be like him.

Have you seen Fouad?

Ghislaine, how are you?

I'm looking for my brother.

Don't worry.

My girlfriend will soon be back from the States.

He'll give you the worst hiding of your life.

You'll beg him to stop.

I'll go and see.

Move it.

He's not there, go on in.

Stand up straight.

Thanks, Yachine.

They're losing against Saudi Arabia.

Morocco hasn't been humiliated like this since '79 against Algeria.

Listen.

Said, be quiet.

Thank God. Where have you been?

Do you want to drive me mad? Do you want to kill me?

Why are you shouting? I was with friends.

Your friends are tramps and crooks.

You spend all day with them. Look at the time.

Your little brother's only just got in.

Where were you?

Younès, Khadija's son, was beaten up yesterday.

I know.

- Why are you so late? - No one can touch me here.

Who do you think you are?

- Cool shoes. - Do you like them, Mom?

And how about this?

Perfume. I'm glad I've got you, my son.

I have a man by my side.

Go and eat.

Take that and buy us some meat tomorrow.

I haven't forgotten you, Mom.

God bless you.

Still thinking about Ba' Moussa?

I'm a fool to have let him make fun of me.

Ba' Moussa's too big for you.

- Can I try them on? - They're too big for you too.

Father, do you smell something good here?

Hamid, don't overdo it.

All those in the front row come from the medina.

From the neighborhood where I grew up.

And the dark-skinned one?

He's the bodyguard of a sheik in the Emirates.

- What's he doing here? - He's the groom's cousin.

He left without a penny and look at him now.

Your father's calling you.

Go on.

And bring back our Tamou.

Lousy cop.

Do you think he's taking her to the wedding?

Where else?

One day, I'll kill him.

Look at how the bodyguard moves his ass.

The sheik he works for must like that.

- What's with the captain? - Pitbull? Who cares?

Hey, guys, look what I found.

Shall we drink it at my place? My mother's busy.

Hear that? We're going to live it up on Tamou's bed.

You go, I'm fine right here.

We're going. What a prick.

Don't move, you.

It's okay, get up.

Congratulations to the newlyweds!

Good-bye and see you again soon!

Our King Hassan II died today in Ibnou Sina Hospital in Rabat.

God take his soul.

I'll be back soon.

Don't let anyone in.

And now a speech from our new king, Muhammad VI.

JULY 1999

Hamid!

Hamid, come here.

- Where's your brother? - What's going on?

You're asking me?

- Where's your brother? - He's got a game.

Get him and bring him home.

Cover the pitch!

Mark him!

Fouad, don't let him shoot.

Yachine.

Nabil!

Nabil, watch out!

Hey, take it easy.

Calm down!

What's your problem, son of a bitch?

Beat it!

Clear off!

Move it!

He almost poked my eye out, the swine.

- Wait for me. - Khalil, you're a pain.

- Guys, you know the king is dead? - We know.

Move it.

- Yachine, your coffee. - Thanks, Madani.

- New postcard? - It came this morning, from Italy.

- Guess who sent it. - Who?

Adnane and Omar, from Milan. Remember them?

- They made it to Italy? - Yes.

Why are you telling me this?

Did you hear? Adnane and Omar are in Italy.

Where did they find the money?

They must have offed someone.

If I'd signed with a club, I'd be living the good life.

Remember Azeddine? If he'd sobered up, he'd be the star of Raja.