Death for Sale

Synopsis: Tetouan, the Atlantic port city in the north of Morocco. Three young men decide to rob a jewelery store. They are among the hopelessly unemployed street population of Morocco's provincial cities, common thugs in the eyes of many but bound by solidarity and friendship. They see the heist as a means to break out of a cycle of poverty that weighs on their destiny like a life sentence. Malik, a dashing 26-year-old man, is in love with Dounia, a cabaret dancer. He wants start-up capital to help rescue her from a life of prostitution and make a new future for them as a couple. Allal, the toughest of the three, wants fast cash to stake a solid entry into the business of drug-smuggling. Impish high-school dropout Soufiane, the young­est of the group, has his own motives for wanting to kill the jewelery store owner. But the plan goes awry and the men's destinies splinter.
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Faouzi Bensaïdi
  2 wins & 1 nomination.
117 min

Here, Allal.

You'll be able to drink red wine

right there in the street.

How's school?

Three years in the same class!

He only goes once a week.

What have you got to say?

I go to Arabic and sport lessons.

Sport? Are you trying to beat

the record for absences?


Leave the dog alone.


Calm down, have a drink.

Malik, you're a good pal.

Move back.

My pals!

Get up... Go to bed.

Always late.

Have you seen the time?


Have a good day, dear.


How are they this morning?

Not bad.

Ten years and I still

can't get it right.

I can't get the proportions right.

Too much butter, too much sugar,

either that, or it's the flour...

Why won't that thick head

come back to work with me?

He's experienced.

He loved his father too much,

he can't.

He's enjoying himself!

Introduce us.

Allal, Soufiane. They're brothers to me.

We share everything.

What's wrong?

We're not your type?

Do you know her?

Yes... no... I don't know.

Her name's Dounia.

She's a whore at the Passarella.

Let's go to the Passarella.

It's 3000 dirhams for a bottle of whisky.

It's a rip-off.

The Passarella is the place to be.

It used to be,

before the dealers moved in.

Low-life chicken thieves!

Throw them out!

Chicken thieves...

Chicken thieves...

Us... Chicken thieves!

You haven't got a scratch.

It's us they wanted, not you.

I heal fast.

That's more like it,

you're over her, then.


She's not a wound.

I'm wounded all over because of her.

Don't you dare go back!

Passarella's not the only place around.

True, but there's only one Dounia.

Dounia is all there is.

Get lost.

Will you come back to class?

I said, beat it.

Stop thief! Catch him!

Stop thief!

It's a Gucci. Sell it.

The perfume, too.

Get rid of the rest.


And quit school.

What good did his school

certificate do him?

Get up here!

None. Work, school, marriage,

kids, all that crap

just to keep us quiet.

They give us just enough

to stop us from dying.

I don't want to get up at 5 a.m.

everyday to clean up their sh*t.

Soufiane, give the bag back.

We're through with stealing. We manage

to get beer money, that's enough.

Speak for yourself!

Shut up. I didn't say you could speak.

I should leave you 2 days in this hole.

I heard you.

Stop thief! Stop thief!

Me, a thief?

What about you? You leave me there

like a fool, with a sprained ankle.

Did you spare us a thought?

Don't let me hear you say that again!

I was hung by my ankles two days

and didn't rat you out.

What? Are you going

to spend your life stealing balls?

Then what? Stealing soap in toilets

to sell it on in Mali?

Is that what you want?

And being insulted in night clubs?

If you want to be a chicken thief,

I won't stop you.

Each to his own.

Hey, guys,

want to pop in at the Passarella?

Just one drink.

No way.

A drink with Dounia.

With your mother! Son of a b*tch.

He's talking about Dounia,

the son of a b*tch.

Beat it! Stop it, guys!

Mind your own business.

Let me go.

Guys, a quick visit... only get what God wants for you.

A Hadith said:

When two people get together,

God is their witness.

He's always with us.

God is unique...

And Mohammed is His prophet.

Move it!

Take your sister to the factory,

the buses are on strike.

Wake up, dammit!

No need to shout.

Ask him nicely.

He'll go, she's his sister.

How's your father?

Drinking his beer. He's fine.

You were a nice guy.

But you turned stupid

when you stopped drinking.

Don't set foot here again!

Lazy idiots, you're useless!

Shall we go?

You don't have to.

It's OK, I'm up now.

You'll catch cold.

I'm on the dole, you're the one

who mustn't catch cold.

You're so stubborn.

Who? You or me?

I'm going to Tangiers on Saturday.

Cover for me,

so they don't find out.

What will you say?

That I'm at Sal, with our aunt.

She has no mobile,

so I can't be reached.

Do as you please.

Are you sure he'll get divorced?

Yes. But when he told his wife,

she tried to commit suicide.

She was in hospital for a month.

And you believed him? I've told you,

first chance he gets,

he'll leave you for someone younger.

Wait! Wait!

In orderly fashion,

or no one gets in.

Come in, madam.

One by one,

nice and orderly.

That's all for now.

Come back this evening.


Come on.

Aouatif? Is your handsome brother

up for marriage?

Watch it, you!

They mustn't catch you.

Don't worry, I know what I'm doing.

If it exhausts you, stop.

Leave her be, she's helping us out.


I didn't have the Boss one.

Bring the table.

Here, sweetheart.


The meeting place has changed.

I'll count them and leave them

on the table for you.

Show us what you've got.

Take a look.


It's good stuff.

Shall we pay? - Yes.

Go and see what's going on.

I knew it.

You hadn't finished him off.

He's a weakling.

You have to be tougher.

Malik! Malik?


What's with the blood?

It takes blood to become a big shot.

Power... blood.

Dough... blood.

Everything is paid in blood.

Let's swap.

Why won't you go to bed with me?


What did I do wrong?

Allal won't pay me if you don't.

Don't turn away. Tell me.

Tell me...

Omar wants to meet you.

I'd like to present him to you.

He's a boss, I'm on the dole.

We've nothing in common.

Please, come.

It's too complicated, you two...

He's parked over there. Come on...


Where's Allal hiding?

I don't know him.

Yet he's living with you.


I haven't seen him for ages.

Take him away.

The clean-up has started.

They've got the big shots.

With my record, one zealous cop

could get me 10 years.

They came to the house yesterday.

They're after me.

They want to up their solve rate.

I'll hide in the mountains,

at my grandfather's. I'll call you later.

What about us? - Don't worry,

it's nothing to do with you.

Take care.

What did you arrange,

for the payment?

Did they give you a date? A voucher?

It's not the post office.

Leave me alone.

They'll pay you when they sell them.

Call them if you don't believe me.

You've got their number.

Please, leave me alone.

Who is it?

My sister, Rabiaa.

Come in. Welcome.

How are you? The children?


How are you, brother-in-law?

Is Aouatif with you?


What a journey! The train stopped

for 2 hours at Ksar Sghir.

A news bulletin:

There was a raid yesterday

against several drug barons...

And Aouatif?

Where's Aouatif?

She told me she was at her aunt's.

Maybe she came

but I didn't see her.

What d'you mean? Is this some joke?

They missed each other, that's all.

Do you think I'm stupid?

I'm the joke of the neighbourhood.

Shhh. - Shut up, you!

Where is she?

...several drug barons

arrested yesterday...

She rang to say

that she was at her aunt's.

The police raid

had been well-prepared...

Turn it down!

What? Your sister is

goodness knows where

and you sit there glued to the TV?

Switch it off!

Get out of here!

Don't touch the TV!

I'm watching the news!

Yeah, right! The news!

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Faouzi Bensaïdi

Faouzi Bensaïdi (Arabic: فوزي بن السعيدي‎; born 14 March 1967) is a Moroccan film director, actor, screenwriter and artist. His film A Thousand Months was screened in the Un Certain Regard section at the 2003 Cannes Film Festival.In 2007 and 2009 he has taken part in the Arts in Marrakech Festival showing and discussing his films and installations.In 2011, his film Death for Sale premiered at the Toronto International Film Festival in September. The film was selected as the Moroccan entry for the Best Foreign Language Oscar at the 85th Academy Awards, but it did not make the final shortlist. more…

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