Honey Cigar (Cigare au miel)

"She felt Karim's breath on her cheek.

And under his clothes,

his hot, pungent, sweat-drenched skin.

Torn between revolt and submission, almost without realizing it,

she stirred.

Semi-conscious, her groin sought out the boy's.

She clung to him,

overcome by the delicious warmth which rose up from deep inside."

HONEY CIGAR

Our school is looking for unique profiles.

You're Algerian?

Yes.

It doesn't show.

Because my skin's fair?

What do your parents do?

My father's a lawyer. My mother's a gynecologist.

Where do you think the civil war is heading?

There's no future for young people.

They make up 2/3 of the population.

It's fertile ground for oppression and radicalization.

We're caught in a trap.

It's not a theocracy.

You have family there?

Of course. Almost all my family.

- Your parents too? - Yes. I mean, no.

My parents are here. I was born here and grew up here.

So you're French?

No, I'm Algerian.

Of course I'm French.

The truth is, I'm not unique.

I'm double.

Pretty smile.

Beautiful boobs, too.

You had your interview?

How did it go?

Good, I think.

Then I'll see you next fall.

What are you doing here?

Don't be aggressive! I came to pick you up.

Where's the car?

Over there.

So?

- How did your interview go? - Great.

- I love this school. - Good.

It has more international opportunities than preparatory school!

Preparatory school is so prestigious!

She'll have international opportunities.

I know nothing about this school.

- Benslimane's daughter went there. - So what?

She's doing an MBA in Boston.

There's no question of Selma going to the U.S.!

Are you choosing my studies or am I?

I sacrificed my career so that you could succeed.

I won't let you spoil things on an impulse!

I never asked you for anything.

You say nothing?

Objectively, I think that ECIP is a good school.

My future is there.

I see you've decided without me.

No, Mom. It's just that...

Yes.

You have.

- I can't choose my career? - No!

- No? - Quiet.

Why does she always overreact?

Maybe you are not nice.

The Benslimanes will ask you to marry their son.

Never!

- Think it over. - You said he wasn't right for me.

You'd finish your studies first.

This isn't the right time to discuss this.

I don't want to discuss it.

Good evening!

- How are you? - Fine, thanks.

Hello, Aunty Hafida.

You're more and more beautiful.

Anyway, right now, in Algeria,

the thing is, to save your skin,

either you jump forward in time and space and come here

or America or Japan, or you go back to the Middle Ages and stay there.

I don't agree.

- You're an idealist. - You're a fatalist.

It's getting worse and worse.

There's no solution.

Now's the time to trust the people.

You can't talk to extremists.

Look what happened to Ayub Khan in Pakistan.

- That's a counterexample. - No, it's the perfect example.

It's easier to get rid of extremists politically

than of a military dictator.

- The people have been Islamized. - The people are Muslims, that's all.

Selma, what do you think about the situation?

It's important to hear from young people. I think it's crucial.

Say what you think.

Elections won't change much.

Exactly.

I'm used to your daughter siding with you.

Honey, go see Selim.

I'd rather stay here, Aunty.

Selim!

- Is he here? - Selim!

He's hiding.

'Evening.

- Hi. - You've grown!

So, are those business schools one big party?

I don't know...

Meriem's not like that.

No.

My sister's a nun!

She doesn't do all that.

She's doing an MBA?

Yes, she's graduated.

She's marrying a Yank she met in college.

Great.

Yeah, I'll be an uncle.

She's not a nun, then!

How about we kiss?

What?

Let's kiss.

Just once.

Are you crazy?

Come on, just to try.

I'm sure you'll like it, too.

I'm going.

Just a sec, to give it a try.

We won't tell a soul.

We're eating.

Come here, you.

- Are you crazy? - I swear, nothing happened.

Did he deflower you?

Don't say that, I hate that word!

You didn't lead him on?

I said nothing happened!

You're lying. Hafida said Selim got thrashed!

Look,

I don't know what his father said. He's nuts!

I don't understand.

I clearly explained before we got there.

I needed you to be exemplary, and it ends with a scandal!

This is absurd. No-one died.

What if Hafida talks?

Everyone in Algiers will know.

- So what! - So what? Don't you understand?

People talk, Selma.

Your reputation

will be ruined. Is that what you want?

Let them think what they want.

Don't be stupid!

School is what matters.

Then, you can marry a Frenchman, an Algerian,

an American, I don't care!

In the meantime, I want no more shameful incidents with boys.

Otherwise, you'll answer to your father.

Is that clear?

Sleep well.

Happy to be one of us?

Do we know each other?

No, you're right.

We never met on the day of your exams?

No, it wasn't you.

You're right. It wasn't me.

Julien.

- And who aren't you? - Selma.

What year are you in?

It's my final year.

Bummer, huh?

Yep.

We only have a few months to fall madly in love.

This isn't William.

I'm not Selma.

Selma. Where's that from? Not very French.

You Lebanese?

- William isn't very French either. - Don't mind me.

Where you from?

Algeria.

Algeria?

- You don't look like it. - Seriously?

You don't look French either.

You're hot for an Arab.

I'm not hot and I'm Kabyle.

You're not from here.

I'm leaving.

So soon?

I just started not getting to know you.

- You want a beer? - No, thanks.

Against your religion?

No, I just don't like cheap beer.

The Moroccan girl doesn't like cock!

She doesn't like cock!

I do like cock!

Selma, we're listening.

Fuck me.

Yeah, I love it.

- Harder. - Shit!

My cock is cold. It wants to be warm.

Marrakech, show us your stuff.

Your grandma's a better fuck!

Come on, newbie!

Newbie!

Come on!