A Family of Bastards (Une Famille De Bâtards)

See that little smile?

It's mine.

My name's Djilali.

But here, they call me the Mole.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not an informant.

Quite the opposite.

Djilali, what time is it?

I don't even give away the time.

Mole is for the color of my taupe suits,

but mainly because I lost my sight.

But we'll come back to that later.

They like to nickname you for your misfortunes here.

Labeling you so they can laugh about it more easily, but not in a mean way.

It's just way of saying that you matter.

Momo's Bar is like that.

That's Momo.

Friend, brother.

We go way back.

Our childhood in the Kabyle highlands,

the wrench of exile, rebuilding your life.

I witnessed all of it.

His loves, his torments, his children.

Children he didn't always acknowledge, but whom he loved.

Maybe a little too discreetly.

That's why I'm going to tell you the story of Momo's Bar.

Because if I'd known what was coming,

I would have taken the time to tell him how much I loved him.

MOMO'S BAR

A FAMILY OF BASTARDS

What did the doctors say?

He's in an induced coma, to see how things go.

He has a punctured lung.

I was in the kitchen when it happened.

-Was it a holdup? -No. They didn't take anything.

Okay, thanks.

You're welcome. Anyway, I gotta go.

Do you want a ride home?

I'm not going home. I'm gonna go open up the bar.

-What, we're not closed? -No, we're not.

Momo's Bar never closes.

You'd know that if you visited your dad more.

Hello!

Don't get up.

LUMINOUS KEYRING

There, that's better.

-So… -Sir?

-Yes? -About the taser…

You mean, "About the luminous keyring," right?

-Yes. -So, children…

ANTI-PEDO PLAN

Given recent events,

Marc Dutroux,

I've taken some liberties with the school curriculum.

I decided to increase the light range of our "diode" to

14 meters.

Calm down.

One second.

Yes, come in.

Mr. Colin, your mother.

It's not what you think.

I'm an adult.

You forgot your lunch this morning.

I told you, I eat in the cafeteria.

And also, your father is in the hospital.

My father? Wait, wait.

You told me he was dead.

Well, you know, living, dead…

-Do you believe in ghosts? -Mom?

What's in the urn on the mantlepiece?

Remember that sandbox in the park?

She's crazy. This is unbelievable! You're crazy.

What about the theme park suicide?

I did it for your own good.

You're crazy, sick in the head!

I can't believe you lied to me all this time! It's nuts!

And his name is not Jean-Marie.

It's Mohand.

Mohand Akrour.

I'm Arab?

Shit.

There you go.

Shit, not him.

Hi.

Djilali?

It's me. How are you?

Better than you.

With all your quarrels with your father,

I didn't think we'd see you here again.

Yeah, I know. I've been busy.

What are you doing here?

-I thought you might need some help. -I don't.

-No? -No.

Listen, I don't wanna be here either.

We could alternate, week A, week B.

But you need to do your part.

You've got charisma. Ever thought of acting?

I have, actually. Good one.

What are you drinking? No loitering.

-Whatever, I don't care. -Morgane!

I'm glad you're taking over the café.

I'm not, Djilali. It's just temporary.

Right.

Slick hair, mustache, serving pastis, it's not my thing.

-You're being summoned. -Summoned?

Don't ask questions. You're being summoned.

So, you're Mohand's son?

That's right. And who are you?

Patrick, a friend of your father's, and Francis, my associate.

Nice to meet you.

-You're in the music business, right? -Yeah.

Do you rap?

Like Jordy?

Sure.

Don't worry about your father. We'll take care of everything.

Aren't the police taking care of it?

We'll take care of the police, too.

Mohamed,

did your dad ever talk to you about anything…

No.

You know, Mohand is someone.

I expect as much from you.

Francis, let's go.

-Strawberry milk. -I didn't order anything.

It's from Patrick.

Mr. Akrour?

Maybe he doesn't speak French.

Hey, buddy!

Dad?

Hello. Who are you?

Nice to meet you. I'm Maurice Colin.

Or Akrour, apparently.

-Are you a cousin? -No, his son.

Then we have that in common.

Who are you?

His son. You too?

I don't know who you are. I'm calling security.

Shut up. In one day, I've learned that I'm Arab

and that my dad didn't commit suicide on a roller coaster.

Wait. Who called you?

Do you know Djilali?

-The Mole? -Yes.

He called my mother about Dad.

-Please stop saying "Dad." -Dad.

You know that I can hit you?

You guys from the projects, all you know is violence.

I'm gonna fuck you up…

-Hello. -Hello, ma'am.

-Hello. -Come on.

Look, we're not gonna fight. It's ridiculous. We're brothers.

Hold this.

Here's my number. Call me.

We can meet up at Momo's Bar.

Where?

Dad's café.

I told you to stop saying "Dad."

Find it in the phone book.

No. Momo's Bar is like McDonald's. There's one in every town.

Write down the address, would you? Go on.

Write left to right, not right to left.

You said Mouloud, right?

No. Mohand. Mohand Akrour.

Ah, yes. The shooting at Momo's Bar.

We don't expect to solve that one.

No witness will testify. And it's Momo's Bar.

So what?

-Are you really his son? -Yes.

Let me give you some advice.

At Momo's Bar, the real action happens at night.

Help me. Pick up some glasses.

Wait! Where are you going?

What is this?

You need to have a chat with dear old Dad.

-Honey, can you give me the key to 108? -Yeah.

Who is this hottie?

Mohamed, the boss's son.

-Strawberry Milk? -Strawberry Milk, that's him.

Nice to meet you.

Is this a brothel?

Wow. Nothing gets past you.

-Unbelievable. -Shit.

You'll notice that there are also slot machines, poker and bingo.

As you can see, people don't just come to play Pac-Man.

Is it legal? Do we have a license?

No. But we have Liquor License IV.

Let's talk about Liquor License IV.

It all started in the 1950s.

Back then,

the Auvergnats controlled the Paris bars.

But when the Algerian revolution started,

the Algerians looked for places to meet, to lead the resistance.

And to get drunk, let's not kid ourselves.

Little by little, they bought the bars,

and in 1962, when the country became independent,

they negotiated an arrangement which made them

the only foreigners allowed to sell alcohol.

The famous Liquor License IV.

CITY OF PARIS LICENSED PREMISES

It was a short step from the Evian Accords to liquor sales.

Stop everything.

The gambling machines, the whores, everything.