Mandabi Page #4

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I don't want your rice.

I didn't come to beg.

You live like a gentleman...

with the money from my son.

Astou, calm down.

Come tomorrow. Ibrahima

will go to see his acquaintances.

You stand beside your husband.

But I want my money.

I'm tired of dressing in used clothing.

He hasn't gotten the money yet.

I'm not leaving empty-handed!

- Sell this.

- It's yours.

Goods protect us from disgrace,

but not from death.

I need you.

I need your help.

I want 50 francs,

not more, not less.

I'm sure to exchange the money order in a few days.

You think I have that much?

You know how much you owe?

I can't give you more credit.

I can leave it on consignment.

What do you want?

It's gold.

I'll take it three days for 20 francs.

I paid 150!

Here, have it back.

In two days I'll cash the money order.

Give me at least 40 francs.

To do you a favor...

I'll give you 20 francs,

and add 5 in interest.

You don't fear Allah.

20 francs, plus 5 in interest,

and for 3 days.

- Well?

- Okay.

If you don't come in three days, it's mine.

I told you I have a money order.

I came to your house.

I want you to loan me 50 francs.

You are my last hope.

With God as my witness, I cannot.

Money has no roots, but it takes root in the human heart.

Think of others.

This money belongs to my older sister.

Don't let yourself be influenced by your women.

I want to lend you that sum.

I wish I was able to help.

The money order is not mine.

The money you see is not mine.

It belongs to my sister.

That's why I can't help you.

Yesterday I saw bundles

of bills in front of me.

His wives run his house.

Solidarity is over.

If I don't have the rest in three days, I'll return.

You still owe me 15 francs.

Today I got the photos.

I repeat:
if I don't have the rest

in three days, you will see me again.

Starting today,

I will write to Abdou.

It is I who will write.

A man like you,

going without identification!

It's the third time I come!

Your photos didn't come out. Go away!

I paid for them!

He's the one who broke the table, boss.

Go away, while you still have a head.

He took my money, I want my photos.

I'll kill kim!

Let me go, I'll kill him.

Malik!

Give me the bottle.

One of these days you'll get locked up behind this kind of this.

In this country, only the dishonest get along.

They've killed him,

he's going to die!

What happened?

They robbed Ibrahima.

More than 1,000 francs!

It seems there were two of them.

They were four

and they jumped him!

The money was his nephew's.

Because of this money order

the whole neighborhood hates us!

Return to your homes,

it's time for prayer.

Why did you lie? Spreading

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