It's possible to be a good French couple, still in love with each other, model parents, hard-working and obsessively thrifty and sell on the black market in the basement of your high-security villa in Béziers, shoes from your former shop and "satisfaction or your money back" products stolen from the region's supermarkets. Each to their own morality. It's possible to be caring neighbors who wait hand and foot on the elderly woman next door whose small inheritance can be seen glimmering and poison her for EUR2.50 by simply giving her royal paella, which is not very fresh. Each to their own morality. But what a godsend when one of the neighbor's heirs comes to live in her house and he turns out to be an Arab!. Well now, anything is permitted, for as everyone knows, there are honest people and not-so-honest people... But where is the morality in all this? Not always where you'd expect.