ALKHALLAT+
[door opening]
[grunting softly]
[lighter clicking]
[door opening]
-Turky! Where is my handpiece? -Hm?
-How would I know? -It's an heirloom. You haven't seen it?
-Why would it be in my room? -God…
-Knock next time! -Mom. Mom!
-Please, come here! -[mom trilling]
Look.
-You don't think it's a bit loose here? -Where honey? Show me…
-It's not loose? -No, no, no.
Okay. Let me look for that handpiece.
-Careful, the dress. -Forget it.
[dad] Quit trilling and hurry up, you two!
-[mom] Careful! -Don't worry.
-[dad] Quickly, get moving! -[bride] All right, all right!
Good heavens! They have time for trills! How reckless!
Good heavens! They have time for trills!
Reckless! We still have a 100-kilometer drive!
-Why aren't you ready? -I, uh… I don't know.
I'm getting a drink. I'm really thirsty.
-[dad] Go get ready at once! -Fine.
Hurry up, Saud!
-[dad] Saud? -I'm going!
[dad] Come on, quickly!
-Hi. -Hello.
-[bride shouting in distance] -May the next wedding be yours!
[Turky] Yeah, maybe…
[Saud] Mom!
[dad] By God! Why are you so restless? Going in and out? What's with you?
-I'm just going to the restroom. -Hurry up and get ready.
-I will! -You've got to be quick!
-I'll be fast. -Hurry up and hurry then!
-God willing. -[Saud] Mom! Where are my pants?
[dad] Shut the door. We need to go, you guys!
Hurry up!
[clattering]
-[Turky] What? -Have you seen my pants?
[Turky] What pants? How would I know!
-What are you looking for? -My pants, Dad!
What is this? You're not even dressed? What are you doing?
[Turky] This house has no privacy!
-[mom trilling] -[dad] Hurry up!
[bride yelling] Mom!
Mom, I can't find the handpiece. Will someone help me?
Even on my wedding day, nobody wants to understand!
[Saud] Mom, I just found my pants. I'll put them on.
[dad] How many times do I have to say this?
What kind of people are you? Nobody cares to even answer! Hurry!
[Turky] Okay. God willing, Dad.
[panting]
[door creaking]
[car dinging]
[items rustling]
[ominous music playing]
Was it new or used…
when you bought it?
[clattering]
Uh…
[gasping]
Son of a bitch!
[pickup truck idling]
-Go, go, go, go! -Where's Faysal?
Uhh. He's coming. What are you waiting for? Step on it, Just go!
Stop!
I said stop!
-[coughing] -[Turky] You son of a bitch!
Will someone help me!
Come here! I'll get you!
[engine sputtering]
Help me!
That guy's a thief!
Help me catch him!
Faysal, give me your hand. Quick, reach out your hand!
Son of a bitch!
-Stop the car. -Sons of bitches!
-Give me your hand! -Stop!
-[thief] Hurry up, man! -Yo! Stop the car!
-Stop and I'll get in. -We're not gonna stop! Come on!
-[Turky] Stop right now! -Come on!
No, don't slow down. Keep going!
-Keep going. Don't slow down! -[gears grinding]
[Turky] Thieves! Thieves!
Come back here, God damn you all!
I saw your face you bastard!
-Thieves! -[Faysal] Hey!
[Turky] I'll show you!
-[Faysal] What are you doing? -I'm not trying to hit you!
I'm aiming for the guy behind you!
Don't slow down. Don't stop! Just keep going!
[Turky] Stop right there! Stop!
I said stop, you thief!
-[Faysal] You've got to slow down! -Faster, faster, faster!
[Turky] Come here. I won't let you go.
Almost there, Faysal! I got you, bro!
-[straining] -[Turky] Thieves!
-I've seen your face! -[Faysal laughing]
-You fool! -[Turky] I'll catch you!
Yehia! Faster, Yehia!
The damn gearbox is jammed.
-[Turky] Come here. -He's getting close. Hurry!
-I'll catch you, bastards! -Go!
-[Turky] Where are you going? -[Faysal] He's getting close!
You damn bear!
-What are you looking at? -[Turky shouting]
-I'm really sorry, bro. -[grunting]
I told you I'd catch you. Don't move.
Don't move!
Just drive.
[Turky] Don't move.
We got you, you bastard.
You're not going anywhere!
You punk!
-[dad] We caught him and tied him up. -Go inside with the others.
He's all ready to be arrested. Yes.
Can you come over faster than that?
Well, I gotta drive 100 kilometers to welcome wedding guests, brother,
so I can't wait around.
Yeah.
No, no, no, that's okay.
Never mind. It's all right. I'll just handle it myself.
[car horn honking repeatedly]
[bride] Dad, please don't stop in front of the door!
Dad, not in front of the door. Pull forward a little!
-[Turky] We made it, all right? Relax. -[dad] Just get out!
-[bride] Move forward, Dad. -We're late for the guests! Get out!
-[bride] Oh God! -Hurry.
Get out faster.
Get a move on.
-Come on, hurry up. -[attendant] Excuse me, sir,
-pull forward. -Be patient.
I'm the father of the bride, and here is the bride. So, shove off!
-Congratulations. -All right!
[dad] Come on! Come on!
Just leave him tied up in the car.
-[Grunts] Ah! -Don't move, huh?
I'm not going anywhere.
[door banging closed]
[straining]
[panting]
[ominous music playing]
[Faysal] Oh, God.
I just can't believe what happened!
I told him to take my hand and hold on, and he just…
He slipped and fell out the back, and… I don't know what happened, exactly, but--
Just give it a rest.
You keep saying it again and again.
I'm just saying I didn't push him. I'm explaining it again. It all went fast.
What can we do now!
The guy's obviously done for. Poor thing doesn't have a family or anything.
He'll go to jail. But, as for us, we should just go.
You think he's going to jail?
If they interrogate him in there, he'll flip on us.
He'll give them our names, take a deal, and then we're as good as done, man.
Oh, God!
[groaning]
-[man] Really? -[dad] That's right.
-You are arriving very late, you know? -Bless you, you wouldn't believe it.
As we were leaving, we realized our tires had been stolen.
-The thief who stole them… -Whoa.
…I beat him, tied him up, and we brought him here,
-to wait until the police arrive. -Tell him. Tell him the whole story.
He went out to smoke. He looked over, and saw the thief!
-Oh wow! -Yeah. And God help us, Abu Musleh.
-These kids these days… -The tea! The tea is here.
-God help us. Do you have mint? -Abu Musleh, what have you got?
[server] No. I can get him some.
-Mint tea for all of us. -Right away.
[dad] Bless you.
-[dad] All right. My best to you. -[Abu Musleh] And to you too.
[kids laughing]
[suspenseful music playing]
Um, 'kay. So what should we do now?
You're the leader. What now?
Yeah.
You're right, I am.
Basically, I think we need to split up.
Split up? We're bad enough when we're together, let alone divided!
Um, listen up.
We need to make sure to cover all of the exits
and all of the various entrances of this place.
No, you don't have to. There's only one door.
Oh…
Oh, there is one, but…
Hear me out. For this first mission, the first task I'll give you…
is to lead this mission.
So I'm the leader, now you'll do what I tell you?
Mm, more like, you're following my orders to be the leader of this one mission.
Cool.
Look, we should figure out how we can mingle in with them.
Yeah, but, we don't look the part.
Yeah, and also I don't really like how our clothes look.
I think you look all right.
What do you mean? I'll stick out in there. I'm not dressed as nice as they are.
-Would you just follow the plan? -[shushing] All right. Okay, fine.
-Stay right here. -Fine, you go. I'll stay here.
-[man] Bless you. -Hey there.
[man laughs] Welcome, welcome.
Coffee?
[suspenseful music continues]
[people chattering]
What are you wearing?
You said we should mingle. Well, I'm just mingling with coffee.
Du… Look at me.
This is mingling. This…
-is shiny! -[shushing]
-You'll draw attention to yourself. -Oh yeah?
Man, how do you think you look with that stupid thing on your head!
Just… I rented it from a guy right outside for 50.
You paid 50 riyals?
-Look, I don't care where you came from-- -Serve the tea.
Yeah. Yup, yup, yup.
Wait, come back.
Huh?
Man, I hope you choke on it. God, I hope it's poison.
[man] Let's head inside.
-[child 1] Thief! -Stop it, you little brats!
-[child 2] You'll be stoned to death! -Enough!
[child 3] I wish you were in prison now, you thief!
-[children continue yelling] -Get that thing outta my face!
Quit doing that! I swear, your entire generation is spoiled.
[man 1] No, here, here, man.
[waiter] With or without sugar?
Mint tea anybody?
[sighs]
Mint tea or I've got-- [gasps]
[suspenseful music playing]
Father?
Sorry, it's not me.
Father!
-Why do you… You know what? -[glasses clinking]
-Why don't I, um, go get you a fresh-- -Hey, Pa!
In the name of Allah…
-[mobile game beeping] -Forgive me.
Father?
No need to bother your father…
I mean, God bless him, he, uh…
[groaning]
-Why are you shaking? -Nah, I'm….
-[glasses clinking rapidly] -Not shaking at all.
[slurping]
-I'm just fine, thank you. -Hey, Pa!
-Excuse me. -Go ahead…
-Yeah! -What is it?
He has the mint tea right here. There's mint, Dad!
You interrupted my conversation for that? I don't want it!
-We do have mint tea… -[Turky] Go.
-You don't-- -No, thank you.
-You want it? -No.
-Bless you. -All right.
-Need to sit down? -No…
[hyperventilating]
[glasses jingling]
[clattering]
[child 1] There's nothing you can do because you're tied up!
[child 2] Look at him in there. He looks so sad! [laughing]
[metallic thumping]
[thumping continues]
Hi.
You startled me, boy.
Hey, kid, that's not funny. Not funny.
-Wanna hold it? -Not funny at all!
-What's wrong? Scared? -It's not funny, kid!
It's not scary.
-Here, catch! -Not funny!
-[laughing] So funny. -Not funny.
Hush. Not a word.
-If you speak, I'll let it go. -Not funny, boy!
I said not funny!
-[child 1] Did you see how we scared him? -We really got him.
[child 2] It was so funny.
Faysal!
Come on. Come on!
-What are you doing here? -Come on, quickly.
Come on, let's go! Out of the car!
You jackass, if I could move, I would have. Can't you see?
Come on, open the door. Open it before anyone comes.
Hurry, will you!
Nah.
Why not?
Say sorry.
-Are you serious? -Yeah, I'm serious.
Say sorry.
I'm sorry I called you a jackass. Now, open it up.
That's the first apology.
Another apology is due.
What for?
The rest stop that day.
What happened there?
Forget it. You want me to discuss it now?
Just apologize. Say sorry. Just two words, "I'm sorry."
Please move inside for the banquet.
Go inside. Go inside. Will you!
Hurry up!
Thank you again, Abu Musleh.
May God bless them, and guide them.
-May God bless you too. -Amen to that.
Don't you want to go and bring your guy to have dinner with us?
-You mean the thief? -Yeah. [laughing]
-Are you sure? -Yeah. Let's bully him a little.
Consider it done. Yeah, Turky!
Turky!
Sorry.
Now, open it up.
Address me. By name.
[banging on door] It really isn't the right time for that!
-Okay. -Open it up!
Okay, all right, fine. Fine.
Stay back.
-[grunting] -What are you doing?
-[groaning] -Reach in and open the door!
-Fine. -Ugh!
[Turky] Hey! Where did you put that thing?
Come.
[Faysal] Hey!
Where are you going?
[Yehia] Sorry.
[Turky] Come on.
[man] What's the deal with this guy?
[Turky] Don't untie his hands. Just untie him from the seat.
[car door slamming]
[dad] So, tell us, thief,
how do you feel about your current situation?
My God, what kind of person steals car tires?
This one does. We've had him for six hours.
-[Abu Musleh] Good grief! -The smell of rubber's still on his hands.
You fixed the tires, right?
Yeah, some of them, yeah.
Hey, so tell us, when you see a truck with more than six tires,
you must get pretty excited, right?
-Have you made him a plate? -Right here.
All right, but don't untie him. Let's see you eat without your hands.
Go ahead. Let's see you try. You know why?
'Cause those hands will be chopped off.
Chopped off! Shari'a law, you understand?
You'll lose your hands.
From now on, you'll only slither like a snake.
As far as I'm aware…
cutting off someone's hands…
They don't do that. They don't chop their hands off.
Psh! [laughing] Are you his attorney, or something?
We know that!
Go ahead and serve your water!
Psh! Who does this guy think he is?
[dad] So tell me, thief, what do you do with the stolen tires?
-And what was it with my tires? -How did you know that I'm an attorney?
Whoa!
Bad luck.
I went to law school.
In fact, uh…
To be frank, you're out of line.
What line? This guy stole from us in plain sight!
He stole our tires, how could we be out of line?
He may have…
"stolen" your tires.
If convicted, he'll go to prison for a year.
That's all.
But you guys abducted him.
Are you serious?
I even sat in the front seat right next to him.
We took care of him and haven't touched him.
Now we're giving him food. Is that abduction?
Honestly, yeah.
His family could sue… for compensation…
for… damages… and for the psychological trauma too.
What if he died while he was with you?
Then suddenly, you're on the hook for manslaughter!
Uh-huh. Right. That's right.
[Turky tsking and sighing]
-[dad] Abu Musleh, what do we do? -I believe we should untie him.
-Untie him, are you sure? -Yes, I think so.
Yeah, that's enough. Let's just untie him, Dad.
Don't rush. Let's just think about this for a sec…
-Let's let him go, Dad. -You're still contemplating?
[tsking]
We're not in the jungle!
We have laws. Look…
Your case is lost. Every minute that passes now goes against you.
[inhales deeply] Enough, Dad. Let me untie him.
-All right, untie him. -Are you sure?
I'm just a messenger.
All I did was to convey the message.
Thank you very much for the information.
We were not aware.
-Dad. -What is it?
-They're here. -Well, let them come in.
Let them in. Go get them.
-Abu Muhammad is coming. -Abu Muhammad?
It's good that he came before we started eating.
[dramatic music playing]
[man] What's going on?
Excuse me.
[whispering] Hey! Where are you going?
If you move, I swear I'll tell them you're my accomplice.
-I'll be back. -I'll take you down with me!
He's coming.
All right. Welcome, Abu Muhammad!
-Congratulations. Blessings. -Thank you. God bless you.
May God grant them success and bring them together!
Thank you. This is my son-in-law's father.
-Congratulations. -This is Abu Muhammad.
-Abu Musleh. -May Allah bless their union.
-May Allah bless you, and reward you. -Hello. Welcome!
-Hope you're doing well, Turky. -Welcome. How are you?
[dad] Welcome. May Allah bless you.
[Muhammad] Blessings for you too.
-Bless your days. -[cough]
-Where is he? -[dad] He's the one in pajamas.
Hassan, let's go.
No, you can't leave already. Don't move, Hassan.
I swear I'll divorce Turky's mother if you don't stay.
-I swear, I'll divorce her. -No, please…
You can't leave without dinner. I insist!
-I won't take no for an answer. -Okay.
-Have a seat. -Thank you, friends.
You came just in time. Have a seat, Hassan.
-[Hassan] I'll stand and watch out. -Take a seat.
-[Abu Muhammad] Thank you. -[dad] Bless you. You're most welcome.
May Allah bless our guests.
-Thanks be to God. -We're honored to have you here.
No, the honor's all mine. This looks delicious.
[dad] It's all thanks to Abu Musleh. He handled everything.
-[Muhammad] Mmm. -[dad] The lamb is Albanian.
[Muhammad] God willing! God bless you!
[dad] This is what they mean when they say, "the best of the best."
-[Muhammad] The meat is so tender. -Yes, indeed.
And the color is so light, you'd think it was a bird.
-You're too generous. -Bless you all. It's true.
You're letting the thief sit with us?
Thank you. Not just the thief, but his lawyer too!
-[Choking] -They're both sitting together.
-Sorry. [coughing] -[Muhammad] God bless you.
Whose lawyer are you?
-Me? Oh, no. -[dad] He's the thief's lawyer.
-Pass the water. -[Turky] Sure.
Didn't you say you're an attorney?
No, I'm not exactly a…
Would you pass me that tahini?
-I'm just like any other good citizen. -Do you have an office?
-No. -Yeah, we're all good citizens here.
[Yehia] Well, my late father…
-[Muhammad] God rest his soul. -…he used to go to the…
Your father was a lawyer?
He used to go to the courthouse, and I'd go with him a lot.
-Do you hold a license or is it a hobby? -I… I know a little.
-Where's your card? -I'm a Saudi.
Your lawyer's card. You have one?
[dad] Lawyer's license? Do you have a license?
-[Muhammad] Hmm? -Yeah. God willing.
Yeah, well, he said this is an abduction, and said something about manslaughter.
-Who? -He's been saying that.
No. No, no, no. I'm just chatting over dinner.
He's been babbling all evening, warning and scaring us.
-He said we'd be sued. -He said with every minute that passes
we'll be taken to court for manslaughter.
-No, no, no. Just a minute. -That true?
-He said, "Untie him." -He said he was a lawyer.
He said we're criminals committing a felony.
-He actually told you that? -"Every minute counts against you."
No, no, no!
He's the criminal. Anywhere he'd be punished.
I hear you, and I agree with you.
If only you could see into my heart,
you'd only see love and respect for law and order.
We're all patriots. Are you on his side?
-No! -Of course he is, man!
He told us to untie him, right, Abu Musleh? Didn't he, Dad?
[dad] He said, "Untie him, this is abduction."
[Abu Musleh] And his family can sue us.
-One moment. -He said that?
-He said manslaughter. -[dad] Yes.
[Turky] Every moment that passes is on us.
-He said, "Untie him." -He did.
-We're criminals. -Yes.
[Turky] "Abduction." Right, Abu Musleh?
-Yes. -[Turky] He said abduction.
-[Muhammad] He said that. -Manslaughter,
-and every moment that passes is on us! -Yes, yes.
[coughing] What are you doing?
-[Turky] That's not right. -[muffled yelling]
People like him only understand whipping.
[shushing] Hey, relax, relax, relax. Keep your hands to yourself.
Why do you think we're here?
You don't get to do our job.
You're not allowed to beat him.
[muffled] That's right!
Well, uh, my parents are waiting for me outside.
Where are you going? Wait!
-[man 1] Congratulations, my dear. -[man 2] Bless you.
[man 1] Thank you, my dear.
-[camera clicking] -May Allah protect you.
-Amen. Thank you. -Congratulations.
God willing, you'll bring wealth, and she'll bring prosperity.
God bless you. Thanks for coming.
[sighs]
Excuse me, but the picture wasn't…
Wasn't really very flattering.
Go ahead.
I really enjoyed myself, and getting to know you.
-Psst. -Congratulations. May Allah protect you.
-I think your friend's calling you. -Come.
Congratulations. May Allah protect and keep you.
Thank you.
Well…
What were you doing?
Relax. I was just mingling with the man of the hour.
-Mingling? -Mm.
-I found Faysal. -Well then, let's go get him, Come on!
No, it's too late, man. Nothing we can do.
You're such a…
And you dare call yourself a leader? That's your brother in there!
Just step aside, and follow my lead!
Come on, I'll show you how it's done.
Come, show me where he is!
[festive music playing]
Where?
Oh…
The police.
Look, we may need to resort to a slightly different technique.
We need to go back to the car.
-Right now, actually. -I don't understand. Why's that?
Well, you know, it's part of the whole plan to go out there and see if the…
-police are outside as well. -Are you scared?
Not at all. I'm not scared. I'm not a kid. We just need to go to the car, all right?
Blessings to you all!
Abu Turky, may Allah grant you wealth--
Wait. No, no, wait hold on a minute! You can't leave without dessert.
-No, I insist. -May Allah enrich you. Thank you.
Stay where you are. You won't leave before dessert.
-[Yehia] Wait a minute. What's the plan? -[thief] No plan!
Now we escape!
[Yehia] Escape!
-We'll go north of the city, and-- -Wow, what a brilliant plan!
We can't run away. He'll snitch on us, and we'll be arrested.
Oh God! I don't want to go to jail, please!
-May Allah forgive me. -Hey, hey!
Where's my headscarf?
-I left it inside. -Where? I just bought it.
Okay, Just give me a few minutes.
No, I can't wait even for one second.
-Okay-- -Okay, kid, enough of this.
-Go play over there. -Mind your business!
All right enough, get outta here, you brat! Get lost!
I'm gonna tell my mom!
Go tell your dad, tell your mom, and tell the police while you're at it.
Just get lost!
What? The police?
Boy, wait! Don't tell the police, boy! Just tell your dad!
Didn't you quit smoking a while ago?
No, I guess there's been some kind of a misunderstanding.
-I mean-- -[women screaming]
-[rattling] -[screaming continues]
-[Muhammad] What's that? -[man] Over here! Over here!
-Huh? -All right, that's it…
That came from the women's hall.
Hassan.
-Step aside, everybody. -[screaming continues]
-[Turky] Clear the way. -Hassan, check the gates right now.
[dad] All right, everyone, calm down. Let him through.
-Clear the way. -[Turky] I'm the bride's brother.
[dad] Clear the way!
Let us check… You wait out there!
[all clamoring]
[Muhammad] Hey, guys!
-Everyone calm down! -[Turky] Listen to him!
[man 1] We need to do something about it.
[man 2] I was talking to my mother on the phone.
He must have gone in and I didn't see him!
[man 2] I don't know who it is! I swear by Allah, I don't know him!
[Muhammad] Did you hear his voice?
[Laughs] Hey there, brother!
Now, thank God, we can actually get you out of here!
Eat shit, you bastard.
-You guys! -That push?
-Keep it down! -Why did you push me?
What are you talking about? Can't you see the sacrifices I've made coming here?
-Now's not the time. -And you! Come here!
What's your deal, huh? Why did you slap me? You--
-Oh wow, you really slapped him? -Not a word from you!
-Can we just cool it? -[thief] No, you come back here!
I swear, we came back for you, you piece of garbage!
[Faysal] Not a word! I'll deal with you later.
[thief] Don't say that, man!
We were just waiting for the right time to…
What's your problem? You trying to run us over?
[Faysal] Jeez.
I had to scold a child because of you!
Me too. I had to mingle with everyone, so we weren't exposed.
We both sacrificed… Hey, wait. I scolded the child!
[Yehia scoffs]
We both did. It was 'cause of my plan!
Why are you always doing this? You always have to--
This is why I don't want to be with you anymore.
The dumbest people I know!
-Then don't be with us. -Ahh!
Oh, so that's how it is.
That's pretty ungrateful of you!
Earlier, you were begging for us to come to your aid, to come help you…
So childish! We saved you! At least say thank you.
I think that's the least you could do.
[suspenseful music playing]
[Turky] Well, that was embarrassing.
All that chaos for a lizard?
At least we caught it.
[sighs]
Ugh! Ah!
Here, I caught him. He was, uh, he was trying to get away.
Come here.
Do you have an arrest warrant?
-What? -An arrest warrant.
Yes, we have an arrest warrant. Come. Come here. Come here.
Me?
-I serve coffee. -[Yehia] Is my name on the list?
-[Muhammad] Yeah. -Oh.
-I serve coffee, should I bring you some? -Oh, yes. A coffee would be great.
[thief] All right.
-[Yehia] If you'll let me explain-- -We'll sort this out.
-[Yehia] In a nutshell… -[Muhammad] Glory be to God!
Get in.
I'll take a drag.
[police radio chattering]
WHOEVER HAS A TRICK IN THEIR BAG, THEY CAN USE IT
[chilled out Middle Eastern dance music playing]
ALKHALLAT+
[music fades out]
[blender whirring]
-[cutlery clinking] -[people chatting]
[man 1] These are done.
[man 2] Okay, order up.
I need fish, steak, and two lamb.
[man 3] Go.
-[man 1] This is coming to you. -[man 2] I'm not ready for that yet.
Table five is ready, Get it!
Faster!
[staff arguing]
Who made this?
I'm talking to you guys! I'm asking, who made this?
Who was it?
It's me, chef.
[chef] You?
You again?
Come here!
This is the third time today! Do I have to hold your hands?
I'm sorry, uh… it won't happen again. I'm--
Enough! Enough words!
Just… fix it, right now!
Okay. Sorry.
Sara? Listen, you can go. I'll cover for you, finish your drinks.
-Um, No, it's okay. I'll do it. -No, no. I'll do it. Just go.
-Are you sure? -Yeah, yeah. I'm sure. Go.
-Thank you. -Thank you.
-[soft jazz music playing] -[hushed conversations]
[hostess] Yes, the next available date is the seventh of April.
Reservations are made two weeks in advance.
-Hend. -Hmm?
Hend.
-Hend, how's it going? -Hmm?
Everything's fine. What are you worried about?
All right, bless you. Thank you.
-Listen, what table are we at? -Ask Muhannad. He knows everything.
Don't you worry. I'm at your service, God willing.
Also, my name is Muhannad. The restaurant's assistant manager.
That doesn't concern me. All I care about is my food.
-Just bring it to me. -I'll check for you right away.
Go ahead.
Yes, of course, sir. Pardon me.
-Muhannad. -Hm? Oh. Hey, Sara.
-How are you? -Listen, there's no time.
Uh, the table, did you reserve it?
What table?
The one that we talked about.
I reserved it.
Don't you worry. I booked you table nine.
Table nine?
It's right over there. Best table in the whole place.
-Wasn't table nine reserved? -Yes, it was. But I got rid of them.
Some of us have privileges around here. Perks of the position.
But, please, Sara, keep it under 2,000 riyals.
-We split the tables you know. -That won't happen.
-They don't even have that much. -Sara! I think they're here.
-They are? -Yes.
-Come on. -Anything at all you need, I'll be here…
[man] God bless!
[car horn honking]
God bless!
God bless, it's amazing!
This place is incredible!
Good evening, sir.
-What is it? -You can't park here, sir.
-What do you want? -You're going to have to move your car.
It's not allowed here.
-I'll take it from here. -I only need five minutes.
Okay, Sara.
-Sara! -Dad, you can't park your car here.
What an incredible building! Who's your contractor?
Did you call Mom?
I did, and she's on the way here now with your uncle.
Dad, please try to be nice to her, okay? And only say nice things to her.
Hopefully, she won't be upset.
I've been saying nice things to her for 20 years.
She's just obnoxious and nothing ever satisfies her.
Hopefully, tonight she'll be in a better mood.
Do you see the staff member there? He'll take you straight to your table.
First, give me the keys.
-Can you drive a stick? -Yeah, I know how.
Here you go.
My goodness! What a beautiful place. I wonder who the contractor is!
This is amazing, my goodness! Just amazing…
Hey, watch it!
Mashallah!
-Mashallah. -Hello, sir.
-Good evening. -Welcome. Right this way.
-The family section? -Excuse me?
-Is there a family section? -God willing, follow me, please.
Salamu Alaikum.
The table in the middle.
[water pouring]
[man 1] Be careful.
-Uh, sorry. -Look where you're going.
[man 2] Make room!
-Hend! -Hey there.
Did you see my father?
Yeah, he's already been seated.
But where, though?
Uh, right over there.
-What's wrong? -It's my mom!
I don't want her to see me. She'll know I set this up, and not my father.
-What's her name? -Fawzeya.
God bless you. Hello.
Welcome. Do you have a reservation?
I'm not sure. One minute, let me see if my husband is here yet.
You're Madam Fawzeya, correct?
Yes, Madam Fawzeya. How did you know?
Your husband said you were coming. Please, come in, you're at table nine.
-He informed you? -Yes, of course. Please.
-How come you don't have a family section? -Honestly, sir… Uh…
It's just how they run the restaurant.
I'm sure everything will be appropriate to your satisfaction, sir.
At least a couple of partitions on both sides.
-Where would we get par-- -Salamu Alaikum.
Welcome. Step aside, step aside!
Hello! Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi.
Have a seat.
-Amazing! -Sit down. Sit down.
-All right. -Don't exert yourself.
Oh, how are you doing? Tell me.
-You smell fantastic. -This the place you told me about?
Yes. How do you like it?
Look at this perfectly round table, so accurately cut, it's amazing!
And the lamp? You can change the color. Look at a that.
Lord, grant me patience!
-Perfect. -Forget the lamp.
Why did you bring me out here in the open?
[snorts] Not too loud, this is one of those fancy places.
How would I know anything about fancy places?
Since the day I married you, I've never seen a place like this.
Hmm. Amazing. This really is amazing!
What are you still doing there?
Bless you, sir. I'm here to help you with your order. This is the menu.
-Give it to her first. -Here you are.
All right. Do you happen to have shish tawook?
Muhannad, how's it going?
You stuck me with your parents. I don't feel comfortable with this, whatsoever.
-Why? What's wrong? -He wants shish tawook.
-We don't even have shish tawook! -[dramatic music playing]
If I hadn't stopped him, you know what he would have asked for?
The kids menu.
Good evening, Muhannad.
Is there a problem?
Everything's good Mr. Ka… Uh… Hey, welcome back!
Thank you very much.
Pretty busy night tonight.
Yeah.
Muhannad.
-Come here for a second. -Me?
-Is there another Muhannad other than you? -Right. Of course.
Table nine. Where'd they go?
What? You don't hear me?
That table is very important to me!
Their son owns this building.
I'm talking to you!
Uh, they cancelled earlier.
Cancelled?
-They cancelled because of a funeral. -A funeral!
How come nobody said anything? I cut my vacation short!
Oh no, oh dear lord.
-Let me call him. -Wait, Mr. Kareem.
-Table nine is here.
Uh, I just got their order from Muhannad.
Are they here or are they not?
Oh, table nine? Uh, yeah, they're here, Mr. Kareem.
Muhannad, for God's sake, try to concentrate! You know this is important!
-Focus! -God willing.
Anyway, I'll go check on them.
-Maybe they need something. -No, no, no need to do that.
Uh, we got their order already.
-No, I should go check on them personally. -There really is no need, Mr. Kareem.
-After your vacation, you must be tired. -Why are you concerned?
And what are you doing here?
-Get back to work! -Go on, Miss Sara.
[sighs deeply]
There is no power but from God.
[breathing shakily]
Why is he back? Wasn't he on vacation?
I suppose so.
Why did you cancel the most important table?
How would I know who they were?
The reservation was under the owner's name!
I was thinking of you… Of your name, when I made the reservation.
Why did you tell him they were here anyway?
I don't know. I had to do something. What else could I have done?
Okay. Go, Muhannad, and see what he wants.
No, no. Don't leave me alone. I won't go.
Muhannad, go!
-All right. You stay here and-- -Muhannad!
Okay, fine.
[clears throat]
[chef] Move, move, move!
-Faster! -[Sara] Okay!
We'll do it now.
Why are the plates still here? Where are the waiters?
Move faster!
Faster!
No matter how many lamps I turn on in the house, it's still dark.
I swear to you.
Only your presence brings the light back.
-Only you can do that. -God willing.
God willing.
-When I'm home alone… -[clears throat]
You know what I mean? I mean--
Hello, sir. Welcome.
I am Kareem, the manager.
-Could I be of any service? -Yes.
The best thing you can do is bring the order fast so we can get this over with.
Amazing, what beautiful decorations you have!
-Right away! With pleasure, madam. -Excuse me, please!
Where did you buy this table?
-And the lamp? -Where'd you get it?
-You know it changes color? -Yes, it's all yours.
If you'll excuse me, just one moment. [chuckles nervously]
What is this? There's way too much salt!
I apologize. I will replace it for you.
-Sorry, sir. -[customer grumbling]
Uh, my apologies. So sorry.
[ominous music playing]
[Mr. Kareem] Chef!
-Muhannad, listen. -Take this to my parents' table, quickly.
Sara, this is for table seven.
-I know. I'll get them another one next. -This dish is almost an hour late!
Let 'em eat so they can go.
You and your parents will get us in trouble.
Just go already!
[dad] Amazing.
Very nice. Thank you.
-Isn't that too much food, though? -Bon appétit.
-If you need anything, I'm here for you. -What is this?
Where's all the grilled meat we ordered?
Right. Where's the shish tawook?
Shish tawook…
and the grilled onions are all being prepared as we speak.
God give you health. I'm sorry, I had something to attend to.
Thankfully, the food is here already. Hope you're enjoying it.
Madam, would you like anything else?
[annoyed] Talk to me, please. What's wrong with you? Would you like to sit with us?
-No, thank you very much for the offer. -[customer] Excuse me!
Uh, I'll be back shortly.
If you need anything, I'll go check on the grills for you now.
Hello, sir.
-Who is the manager? -I'm the manager, sir.
We ordered over an hour ago. The food still isn't here.
Uh, no worries. Your order will be here shortly.
Just, please, remind me of your order.
Sushi, sashimi and spaghetti.
Those people came after us, and they have their food already.
[tense music playing]
Hmm.
Um…
Rest assured. Your order will be here, God willing.
Please, have some patience, and your dessert is on me this time.
-Thank you. All right then. -You're welcome.
Orange juice, just as you…
-[chuckles humorlessly] Muhannad, my dear. -Mr. Kareem?
Bring the bills for tables seven and nine for me in the back, right away.
-Everything all right? -Let's hope so.
But, sir, before you leave, there's something I have to talk to you about.
Later. Later.
-God help us. -Follow me with the bills.
Hey, ah, what's this?
I want to eat. Your face will show.
And so what?
If every time you eat, you have to pull up the niqab, then just don't eat!
[dramatic music playing]
What's wrong?
He asked for the bills for tables nine and seven.
-Seven and nine? -I swear to God, we're busted.
-I have to confess. I can't even breathe. -Confess what?
Uh… Tell him Hend says the system has gone down.
What will you do?
-Just go and tell him! -Oh, God!
[slurping]
[whimsical music playing]
[ice cubes jingling]
-Let me try that. -[music ends]
[clears throat] Which one?
The pasta.
[whimsical music restarts]
-[dishes rattling] -[music stops abruptly]
What?
You want to hold my hand in public with people all around us?
Aren't you ashamed?
I thought it was okay. I don't see the problem.
I don't want you to touch my hand.
Don't do it in front of others. We have a home for that stuff.
Just a casual touch. I'm sorry.
Don't you understand? Don't touch me and don't come any closer!
Shame on you.
[pleasant string music playing]
[sighs]
Anyway, thank you.
For going through all this trouble.
We haven't been out together in a place as nice as this for a long time.
Well, I mean…
You deserve better, honestly.
You know, if I didn't care about you,
love you, and cherish you,
I wouldn't have come.
Honestly, without you in it…
our home is dark and sad.
You're the mother of my children.
My shining lantern.
What do you say?
Shall we go home together?
God willing. I mean…
we all wish we could just go back to how things were.
God willing.
We'll go back to being a family, I hope.
And you'll go back to the old you. Sara's father.
The man I loved, who used to spoil me.
Um, is everything all right?
What are you doing?
-Nothing at all! -Nothing?
You winked! May God yank your eyes out of your head!
-But I didn't wink! -I saw you!
-It could be the pepper, 'cause it-- -I saw you. Don't belittle me in public.
-Listen to what you're saying. -God!
-Don't shout. -My God!
-I swear to you, look! -Should I pray for you to go blind?
Look, it's the pepper.
After I believed you, and forgave you, and after you made a promise
-that you'd be different. -Calm down!
I want to try the one that looks like a flower.
Okay.
I won't calm down. I'll stomp on my heart. I'll show you!
My love for you? Hm!
I'll crush it. I'll stomp on it with both my feet.
[clears throat]
Yes, hi.
This is a rose.
Uh… the one you asked me to prepare on the occasion of this special gathering.
In appreciation of love,
is this golden flower… [laughs awkwardly]
Yes.
Exactly.
A flower for my flower.
You know what my problem is?
-It's that you hold the key to my heart. -[romantic music playing]
[chuckles softly]
[laughs]
-[customers clapping rhythmically] -["Happy Birthday to You" playing]
[all cheering]
[whistling]
Hm.
[clears throat]
Enough of all that.
A big cake with flaming sticks!
Shalalalala!
This is love.
Yeah. [sighs]
I believe you.
Happy birthday. May you live to a hundred!
[laughing]
[gasping]
[chef] Who the fuck removed the golden flower from the cake?
I specifically put it there to maintain the structure of the cake!
How many times do I have to explain this? What's on your mind, people?
What happened, chef?
Somebody took the golden flower from the cake!
It's never happened in my kitchen before!
Who did this?
Does it look like this?
It looks exactly like this!
-[phone ringing] -Hm.
No way it was cancelled, sir. Your parents are here and well.
I was just at their table. They have their food and they're happy.
-Believe me. It's a misunderstanding. -[dramatic music playing]
One moment, Mr. Saad.
MUHAMMAD KHAMBOULY
[music fades out]
Yes, sir. I'm with you.
Uh, it seems you are correct, sir.
There was a cancellation. One of the team--
Mr. Saad,
it's not incompetence, sir. We're--
Just give me an opportunity--
[sighs]
[dramatic music restarts]
SARA KHAMBOULY
[music fades out]
[door creaks open]
Hmm.
How are you, Sara?
Um… Excuse me, Mr. Kareem.
-I'll go back to the kitchen. -No, no, no.
Stay here. I wanna talk.
Their anniversary?
Uh… who do you mean?
Either it's a wedding anniversary, or it's one of their birthdays.
No clue.
But I have no problem with it.
This happens all the time.
All that bothers me is…
how could you cancel our most important table?
Have nothing to say?
All right.
I'll just go ask them myself.
And if they really are your parents,
you'll have to watch security kick them out.
No, Mr. Kareem.
I'm so sorry. You're right.
Um, the truth is…
they're my parents.
But they were going to get a divorce,
so I thought maybe I'd bring them back together.
As for the table, I didn't know.
I really didn't know.
Or I wouldn't have made this mistake.
Believe me, this is the last thing I could do for my parents.
I'm sorry.
Have they reconciled?
Don't think so.
My mom is stubborn, and my dad is even more stubborn.
I don't think so.
Listen…
this evening is only really missing one more thing.
Marriage is a collaboration.
A lot of fights take place.
One day they fight, one day they make up.
But they always agree on one thing…
their only child.
Which means you.
You, Sara, need to be sitting with them at that table.
Go, get changed then sit with them.
You can take the rest of the day off.
Really, Mr. Kareem? I can go?
-[chuckles] -Thank you. God bless you.
Don't thank me now. Fix the problem first, then thank me later.
Come back! Where are you going?
Change first! Hm?
Okay, thank you.
[sighs]
What are you looking at?
Keep your eyes on your food.
[chair scraping across floor]
Salamu Alaikum.
Alaikum Assalam.
Weird, what are you doing here, Sara?
Uh, Dad called and said he wanted us to be together.
'Cause we haven't been together for a long time. But I was held up by traffic.
-Right, Dad? -[traditional music playing]
Yeah. That's right.
Well, you didn't miss anything.
How are you two?
We're fine.
Go ahead. Start eating, please.
[upbeat traditional music playing]
[inaudible]
[man singing love song in Arabic]
[dad] You look amazing!
I'm just so thankful we're back on good terms.
You can keep on spoiling me like this forever!
-Ah, Father? -Yes?
-Go ahead. I'll catch up with you and Mom. -All right.
Take the keys.
I know that today I did a lot of things that you weren't happy about.
But despite that, you helped me, so…
-I'd like to thank you very much. -No, on the contrary, it's our duty.
Would you mind grabbing that from the printer?
-Yeah, sure. -Hm.
Honestly. I'll always be indebted to you.
And hopefully I can repay you somehow, even just a little bit.
No, no, not at all.
As I said, this is our duty.
We are one big family here in this restaurant.
And this makes us very happy.
Could you please sign right here?
-Thank you, Mr. Kareem. Of course. -Here.
[ominous music playing]
TERMINATION OF EMPLOYMENT
This is not a charity here.
This is a respected institution.
Our guests are important people.
And our employees should never be disrespectful.
[music fades out]
[dad] You see how far she parked it? How inconsiderate!
-Right by the turn. -[mom] Never mind.
So far away.
-It's only far because you're getting old. -[dad] I'm not old yet.
[mom] I'm still young. May Allah protect me.
Goodness gracious, cover your legs!
[mom] Jealous?
[dad] Be patient, please. Hold on, wait.
Hold on.
-Hold on. Wait! -Huh, what?
-Here you are. -Oh, what a gentleman!
I'm learning to be a romantic!
[dad] This is awesome!
-May God bless us. -[laughs]
I hope we never fight again.
Me too. And may we never part. Say Amen.
Amen.
[mom] Abu Sara, I'd like to tell you something,
but I'm worried you might get upset.
I've finally won you back. How could I be upset!
Honestly, I didn't like the food in there, and I'm still hungry.
Did you see how I ate all the pasta on the plate in one bite?
[slurping] I just slurped it all down.
-What do you say we go to our restaurant? -Abu Saffady?
-Mm-hmm. -Salamu Alaikum.
[both parents] Alaikum Assalam.
[mom] You coming to Abu Saffady?
Yeah, I'll come too.
Their falafel are as big as my head, God willing.
The flower. You forgot this.
-Here. Wear it. -I forgot all about it!
I want to shred it on some falafel with a large salad.
Give me the flower.
Here we go now.
In the name of Allah.
[traditional music playing]
[siren sounding]
[people clamoring]
[man 1] Don't worry. Inshallah, it'll all be all right.
[man 2] Open the door. Is he breathing?
[man 1] I can't get the door! I need to get something to pry it open!
[sirens sounding]
[woman crying]
[man 1] We belong to Allah, and to Allah we all return.
May Allah be in your aid my girl. May Allah bless his soul.
May Allah forgive the deceased,
pardon him, be merciful on him and grant him peace.
-[sobbing] -Praise be to Allah, Lord of all creation.
-Sir! -What?
-My condolences, sir. -Yes.
-Me and you both. -Of course.
-[man 2] Excuse me, let me through. -Only relatives of the deceased.
I'm his friend. I was with him in the accident.
Sir, please!
[woman sobbing]
Salamu Alaikum.
[man 1] Alaikum Assalam.
[friend] My condolences, Abu Reem.
[Abu Reem] Me and you both. Thank God for your safety.
[friend] Bless you My deepest condolences, Reem.
-[Abu Reem] Praise Allah. -[Reem crying] May Allah reward you.
I don't even know what went wrong. I guess it was all God's will.
Praised be Allah. He uttered the Shahada
and I stayed with him until the ambulance arrived.
May Allah have mercy on him and pardon him.
Praised be Allah. We may not object to His will.
Allah foreordains and does as He will.
[sniffles]
May Allah forgive him, and admit him into Paradise.
He was so kind.
And a good man.
He was loyal and honest.
NOOR
-He never kept secrets from me. -[phone vibrating]
May Allah forgive him.
He was such a good husband.
He spread smiles all over the house.
Everyone loved him so much.
Wherever he went, he was loved.
He left nothing but good memories.
[Reem] He was loyal and honest.
I was the only woman he knew.
-How will I live without him? -[loudly] May Allah forgive him!
[sniffles]
May Allah forgive him.
I don't know how I'll live without him, my childhood friend.
How will I live without you, Fahd?
[sniffles] May Allah pardon him.
Doctor, where are his belongings?
With his wife.
I have his belongings.
Oh, you have those.
But, Reem, Fahd had entrusted me with something.
-What is it? -It's good.
-I swear it's good. -You were the last one with him.
What did he say?
It's all good. Just let me see his things, and I'll give them right back to you.
-But tell me! -It's not important right now.
[crying softly]
[Reem] I don't understand. What do you want to do with them?
No, trust me, Reem. Now is not the time.
[sniffles]
But, you'll give them right back?
God willing.
Come on, my child.
Let us honor the dead by burying them.
Praise be to Allah, Lord of all creation.
[Reem continues crying]
[Abu Reem] Praise be to Allah. There is no God but Allah.
-[Reem sobbing] -From Allah we came,
and to Allah we shall return.
May he rest in peace.
[melancholy string music playing]
[music fades]
[siren sounding]
[man chanting in Arabic] He who has created death and life,
that He may test you which of you is best in deeds.
-And He is the All-Mighty. -[phone vibrating]
NOOR
[chanting continues] Who created the seven heavens
-one above another… -[vibrating stops]
No want of proportion…
Who created the seven heavens one above another:
[phone vibrating]
No want of proportion wilt thou see in the Creation of Allah,
-most gracious. -[vibrating stops]
Then look again and yet again, your sight will…
Aren't you going to pick up?
Huh?
Aren't you going to pick up?
No, later…
Now isn't the best time, really.
Why don't you give me the phone?
No, no. It's just, uh…
The man at the, uh…
laundry, but I'll call him back later.
-Listen, it's better if we answer. -It's all like a bad dream.
I still cannot fathom it. May Allah rest his soul.
May Allah forgive him and admit him into His paradise.
[Abu Reem] May Allah forgive him and bless him with His mercy.
Amen.
Salamu alaikum and God's blessings.
-Alaikum Assalam. -Do you have a charger?
This one sometimes works and sometimes doesn't.
-Would you like me to try? -No, don't worry. Thanks anyway.
-[siren starting] -[friend] May Allah forgive him.
Oh God, give him a better house than his house,
and a better family than his family and a spouse better than his spouse…
And forgive him, Oh Lord, and have mercy…
[ominous music playing]
[sniffles]
ME: WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT SOMETHING. REEM: WHAT IS IT?
ME: I'LL TELL YOU WHEN I GET HOME. NOT HERE.
-[man] May Allah forgive him. -[friend] May Allah reward you.
For whatever reason, it was the will of God.
May God reward you with goodness. Pray for him, please.
Hello, Saad.
Amen. May he rest in peace and may God forgive him.
It's God's will. Praised be Allah.
May God forgive.
Okay. I'll send you the location.
Yes, we'll pray Isha for him, God willing.
Amen.
Listen, I need to ask you…
If I have an iPhone that I'm currently locked out of,
is there any way for me to unlock it?
No way to unlock it without the passcode?
So, if I re-format, then it will delete everything and unlock?
Good. Good. Bring me that needle to access the sim card.
I'll explain later. Just bring it.
[knocking]
-[exhaling sharply] -Hello, Reem?
-Who? -[friend] Is that Reem?
-Who is it? -It's Hamad. Hamad.
Hello, Hamad.
Are you doing all right?
-[Reem] Thank God. -Do you need anything?
-I'm just fine. Thanks anyway. -Sure? Do you need some water, anything?
No, thank you anyway.
Oh, uh, by the way, Reem, do you, uh, happen to know
the passcode for his, uh, phone? What?
The passcode of Fahd's phone, may he be forgiven.
Why?
I'm asking because, as I told you, he entrusted me with a task.
But what task?
He only told me to do good things, I'm sure you know.
Uh, these things are better left undiscussed, though.
Are you done with the phone?
-So, you sure you don't know the passcode? -No, I don't.
Well, may Allah have mercy and ease both your pain and ours
-for this loss, um-- -Listen!
Where's the phone? I need it.
I'm almost done. Just a minute. Yes?
-[Reem] Hamad? -Um, just… Just a sec. Coming!
Hamad?
[sighs exasperatedly]
[sighs]
[low ominous music]
[cat meowing]
[cat yowling]
[cats hissing]
[Abu Reem] May Allah reward you. May God console you. May he be pardoned.
-To paradise. -May Allah bless your effort.
-May God console you. -May Allah reward you.
-May God console you. -Amen.
ENTRY FORBIDDEN FOR WOMEN
[door slides closed]
[water dripping]
[sighs]
May Allah forgive me.
[whimpers]
[tsking]
[fridge buzzing]
FAHD: ONLINE SAIF: MAY ALLAH FORGIVE HIM.
[suspenseful music playing]
FAHD: ONLINE SAIF: MAY ALLAH FORGIVE HIM.
What is this?
Hamad.
May Allah reward you, and bless your effort.
May Allah reward you. May Allah forgive him.
TAREK - ABDUL MUHSEN OSAMA - SAIF - FAHD
My God, oh God.
FAHD ONLINE NOW
[fridge buzzing]
NOOR: DELETED ME: DELETED
May Allah bless his soul.
-Salamu Alaikum. -Alaikum Assalam.
-In the name of Allah. Can you help me? -Okay.
-Let's get started. -Hold on.
[man] It's where we all eventually end up.
There is no power but from God.
May Allah forgive him his sins. Amen.
[music stops]
How peculiar! How did the glasses get here?
-Huh? Take it with his belongings. -Yes. Just one second.
One minute.
One minute?
-I'll be right back! A moment. -There's no power except Allah.
[knocking on door] Reem?
[Hamad] Uh, Reem?
-Reem? -Who?
It's Hamad. Hamad. Will you give me the phone, please?
I don't have the phone.
You have the phone. Just check. It's inside. I need it for a little while.
I told you I don't have it. Wasn't it in your possession?
Fahd is online, Reem!
What are you trying to say?
Listen, just give me the phone for five minutes.
The deceased entrusted me with a charitable act,
-that I swore I would handle for him! -What is it he entrusted you with?
It doesn't matter! Just a good deed!
Why do I need to explain? Five minutes, all right?
Sorry, I don't have the phone.
Reem, the deceased is chatting on Snapchat.
-I don't have it! -You have it, Reem.
Give it to me for five minutes, will you?
-Reem, give me the phone. -[tense music playing]
[knocking continues]
Reem? [grunts frustratedly]
Reem?
NOOR
[phone ringing]
Reem? Reem?
[phone stops ringing]
-Oh, come on. I can't believe it. -[banging loudly]
Reem?
NOOR
[phone ringing]
FAHD
[tense music continues]
[grunting]
[blowing]
-[horn honking] -Hey there!
[horn honking]
Yes?
-Hello there. -May I use your car to charge my phone?
-I told you it doesn't work right, though. -Don't you worry, I'll manage. Thank you.
[car dinging]
[exhales nervously
[dinging stops]
-[engine starting] -[driver] Hey!
You don't need to start the engine. The switch is enough.
[tires screeching]
Hey, man! The car!
-Stop the car! -[brakes screeching]
[pounding on door]
[exciting music playing]
[horn honking]
[honking horn aggressively]
Move it!
Get in there.
[tires screeching]
Damn it!
[phone ringing]
FAHD
[horn honking]
Move now!
[phone ringing]
[exciting music continues]
[music fades out]
-[banging] -Noor!
Noor! Noor?
[Noor] Hold on! Who is it?
Hamad. Hamad.
By God, what happened to you?
Is this your car?
I'll explain later. Did Fahd call?
Yeah, but I didn't pick up. He only calls on Snap.
I was suspicious. I didn't answer.
You didn't answer any texts or calls? You delete his messages?
No, I didn't answer. What's the matter? Where's Fahd?
Good. Don't answer anything. His wife has his phone.
What if she calls from a different number?
I don't know. Turn it off or just change your number.
My family and my work are on this phone. What's happening? Where's Fahd?
You don't understand.
Please, forget about your family for now
-and just listen. -[phone ringing]
This is him calling me.
His wife is calling.
[clears throat]
[in fake accent] Yeah, what?
Why are you calling now? I'll call you when your clothes are done!
I think there's a problem with the connection!
-[in regular voice] I fixed it. -Fixed what? What's happening?
-Listen, don't pick up at all. -[phone ringing]
And there's something you need to know.
What do I do this time?
[in fake accent] What do you want?!
No more calls, you hear me?
Don't call again!
[van door creaking open]
DEATH
You annoy me!
Don't call! I'm busy! Clothes not ready!
Busy, busy!
What?
-[echoing] Don't call me! Enough! -[door closing]
Huh?
NOOR
Oh, Reem!
[scoffs]
You had the phone the whole time? [tsks]
I kept looking for it and knocked your door.
Thank God you found it. I was looking all day.
May Allah forgive him. He needs our prayers.
[approaching sirens]
God, we all need prayers.
The prayer is for two men and one woman…
Allahu Akbar!
Allahu Akbar.
[man] So unfortunate.
May Allah forgive them, have mercy on them and dwell with them in paradise.
They say his friend was riding with him in the car.
Only fractured his arm.
-But the shock was too much for the guy. -Is that right?
[man] That's life, I suppose.
May Allah forgive them, have mercy on them, and dwell with them in paradise.
Amen. Should we go witness the burial?
We can't. We already offered our condolences. Now we have a flight.
-May Allah forgive him and rest his soul. -[airplane flying overhead]
[siren sounding]
[muffled dance music playing]
Are you sure that this is the right hotel?
Yes. I'm sure of it. What's wrong with you? This is the address.
And what's that?
Perhaps this is a wedding party or something. By God, what's with you?
-Don't fuss, will you? -It is an excuse to be scantily dressed!
Why can't you relax? We're on vacation here.
Since the beginning, I've had a weird feeling about this trip.
You should encourage me to go say hello instead!
Oh, say hello, then? It would be the last thing you say.
I'm joking with you, Om Saud. Are you getting jealous, huh?
Go on. Walk in front of me.
Good evening. Three nights, compliments of Saad construction company,
reserved for a Mr. Khaled Al Hanuni, including breakfast for only two people.
Room 603.
That's right, only two people.
[phone ringing]
Om Saud and I came here on vacation.
-And the kids are at home. -Okay. Bless them.
Okay. As for the card keys we need… three of those.
-Huh? -Please.
I'm sorry, sir. Hotel policy only allows as many keys as there are guests.
Okay, maybe just give us an extra one real quick, you know, as a gift.
No problem, sir. One second and I'll issue a third card key for you.
[calming jazz music playing]
[whispering] Go on!
[inaudible]
Go. Go!
[clattering]
Sorry, about that.
Hm! Hm!
[inaudible]
[TV chattering]
So…
how do you feel about going out?
Like, for dinner or to the mall or something?
Go to sleep. I'll show you a good restaurant later.
We didn't come here to sleep though, Dad, please.
Nothing is open now.
In this city, everything's closed by 8:00 p.m.
Dad, that's back in the village, not here.
Are you gonna quit nagging me, or do I need to smack you?
Sleep!
We only just arrived…
after a long… flight and…
We flew at 60,000 feet, and you want us to… to just go out?
But… I'm hungry. I want to eat something.
Didn't you already eat on the plane?
You ate your sister's sandwich, then you ate your mother's sandwich,
-and then you ate half of my sandwich! -That was on the plane. I'm hungry again.
That's not hunger. That's greed!
If you want to eat something, eat some toast
or something like that.
Tomorrow morning, God willing, the buffet will be open.
We already paid so much, you know!
But Dad, breakfast here is complimentary with the room.
-And who paid for the room, huh? -The room is also complimentary.
And why do you insist on being a brat?
Remember, if you don't listen to your father, you won't succeed.
And I swear, by God, I don't want
the neighbors to have to hear you crying.
So, just quit it already.
Oh God.
-[dad] Allah suffices me. -You ruin everything.
Be satisfied. Ungrateful!
Ma?
You need to just listen to your father and go to sleep.
-[suitcase unzipping] -If you are so hungry,
there's a wedding in the hall downstairs.
-What hall? -A wedding party.
Pretend to be a guest and have dinner there. Find a way.
No. Who told you it was a wedding hall?
I think that's a disco-- Ah!
Go to sleep, right now!
Boy!
What's with you?
Let me sleep or I swear I…
I'll throw you off the balcony!
-If it's not a wedding hall, what is it? -A wedding hall.
-Never mind this stupid boy. -Yes. Dad is right.
It's just a wedding hall.
Go to sleep, now.
I swear if you take even one step outside I'll…
I'll break both of your legs.
-I'm very serious with this. -Don't you worry.
Failed generation.
[grumbling] By God.
[man in video] Grumpy?
I'm starting my first therapeutic journey, and I wanted to share it with you.
I wanna share the views, and the goals.
-[people clamoring] -[cameras clicking]
[man] Let us in!
[fan] Here.
This club is amazing. I really enjoy the scenery.
If you go on the roof at night, the view is astounding.
-Captain! -Hey, step back.
I just want to take a photo with the captain.
-Step back. Captain Abdullah is busy. -Just a photo…
-Please, step back. -Captain Abdullah, I just want a photo.
-I flew from Riyadh just to take a photo. -Step back.
Leave him, all right? I don't mind it all.
-He's young, probably only take a second. -[guard] Our company's waiting…
-Captain. Thank you, you're the greatest. -Yeah. Welcome.
You are the best player in all of Asia.
Thank you.
Oh no! Please.
All of Asia will see the ladies in the picture.
-Ah. -Move, move, move.
-Oh, yes. For sure. -We can get the better lighting over here.
Here you are. [Laughs] .
-[phone vibrating] -One minute.
[phone ringing]
Hey, Captain, remember your goal against Japan?
That shot that… [mimicking ricochet] off the bar?
You know what? At that moment, it was either win or lose.
[blows]
Let's take that photo quickly. Come on.
I'm sorry, but Captain Abdullah, everyone's waiting upstairs.
[Abdullah clears throat] Come on, boy.
[phone continues ringing]
Captain, remember when the coach pulled you--
I remember all the moments every day.
-And especially the goals. -The iconic comeback!
I remember all my goals. Hurry up. Come on.
-Come on. Hurry up and take the picture. -Okay. I will.
-[Abdullah] Come on. -In God's name…
Come on.
Abdullah Booz!
Abdullah Booz! We need a photo!
[fans clamoring]
[dial tone]
-[dance music playing] -[people cheering]
Here we are! [laughing heartily]
Hey!
Ahhh!
Amazing! Wooo!
-[Abdullah] I'm rock and rolling! -Captain Abdullah?
-Eh! Eh! Eh! -Captain?
Come here. Come!
Tonight we're gonna enjoy ourselves!,
Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!
You again? What in the world could you want now?
Well, actually, I was pushed in along with you.
-What's he doing here? Who let him in? -It was your muscular friend.
Okay. All right, quiet, stop.
What do you want? What do you want?
-Just tell me. -I just want a picture.
No pictures. Take your phone. Take it.
Put it in your pocket.
In your pocket!
-You want one? -Yeah.
Let me enjoy myself. We'll take one later.
We'll take a million photos!
Whooo-hoo-hoo!
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
DAD
[Abdullah] Ali, hey! Can you hear me?
Damn. May God suffice me.
How old did you say the boy was?
He's about 20, 19, around that age somewhere.
Okay, sir. One second.
Wait a minute, you checked in with just your wife. No kids, huh?
Yes, well…
Yeah, well, at 20 years old, what are you gonna do?
We have a custom back home where we refer to my wife's…
Even our nieces and nephews as our own kids.
-I mean, they're practically ours. -In either case, sir.
This is a clear violation of our hotel's policy, so…
Well, can't you just let it go?
I'm sorry, sir.
What's up with you? Why do you have to make everything so difficult?
Talking about policy and the hotel and stuff--
This is the hotel policy, we have to abide by it too.
-Nothing you can do, man? -Yes, sir. I'm afraid so.
I'm sorry, sir.
Would you read the services out loud, please?
It's all in the brochure, sir. You can read it yourself.
I can't read. Why don't you?
You have it there in a few different languages
so I'm pretty sure you can read it on your own all right.
Your font is too small.
[sighs] Okay, sir. I'll read the services out to you.
[inaudible]
This is at 11:15, the moment you arrived at the reception.
Go, go, go, go,
-Fast forward. -Okay, sir, I'll go.
Fast forward a little. Fast forward.
Go. Stop. That's him! That's him right there!
Looks like the boy.
Can't you, uh, rotate the camera to the front a little bit to…?
No, sir. This area only has one camera.
And what is that place?
It's the club, sir.
-The what? -The club. Under the hotel.
Okay, follow him inside with it.
Sir, we only have this camera. This is our only one.
You didn't show us anything…
You see him clearly. Is this your son or isn't it?
No. I don't know, it's not him. I can't see his face. This isn't clear.
-God give you health. Salamu Alaikum. -Uh, sir?
-The brochure, sir! -What do you want?
The brochure that has Arabic and English, in small font, yeah?
And you asked me to read out the services.
-It was just a little moment ago. -You want the money, don't you?
-No, what money? Just the brochure. -Yeah, you mean the money.
Sir. Have a nice day.
-There's… You want the brochure? -Yes.
-There it is. -[annoyed] Suffice me.
[muffled dance music playing]
-Salamu Alaikum. -May I see your reservation, please?
I'm a guest here in the hotel.
I'm afraid this is a separate booking from the room.
I'll just take a quick look at the place.
If I like it, then I'll make a reservation.
I'm sorry.
Also, you're not following our dress code.
The what?
Your clothes and shoes.
My clothes and shoes are of a very high standard. Everyone who sees me is in awe.
No, sir.
It's not appropriate for the place. It's the policy here.
Policy, huh?
I know all about the policy.
I learned it from your friend upstairs.
We'll see if a 50 helps change… the policy.
Is 50 enough for us to reconsider?
Please, sir. This is a respectful hotel.
Change your clothes and make a reservation, please.
In the name of Allah, man!
How much do you need?
50? 100? Hm? 200? I'll give it to you.
Where do you want to put the VIPs…
-Tell him, sister. -…from the guest list tonight?
Tell him my clothes are fine and all. You know what I mean.
Okay, sir. We can overlook the dress code if you pay for the table.
No problem. I can pay. How much is it? 100? 200? Three? It's no problem.
Fifteen Hundred.
Fifteen Hundred for a table?
But, all the hotels in this area charge less than that.
-Why are your prices so high? -The tables only start at 1500.
And is that logical you think?
And I… And I… You need to make sense when you talk.
These are our prices. You either pay, or you don't get in.
-If I go, you'll lose a customer. -Go ahead.
Okay.
I mean, uh…
For 1500 what do we get to do inside?
What does it include? Could I do whatever?
Just the table.
[loud music playing]
[loud EDM playing]
[people cheering]
[woman] Hello! Can you please sit here?
-Hi, sir. What do you want to drink? -What?
What do you want to drink?
Uh, something cold.
Ice. Ice.
We don't have this on the list.
Fresh squeezed orange? Fresh. You have that?
-Orange juice? With alcohol? -Yes, orange juice.
No! No alcohol! No.
No alcohol. Only orange juice.
-No alcohol. Only orange juice. -Okay. All right.
[slurping]
All right, guys.
-Are you having a good time? -[all shouting] Yeah!
Well, make some noise! We have a special guest, Abdullah Booz!
-[people cheering] -[horn sounding]
[DJ] Yeah!
Guys! We have a special request over here!
Whooo! Let's go baby!
-[people cheering] -[EDM continues]
[beat intensifying]
[people cheering]
-Allah forgive me. -Do you like it?
No!
I told you, no alcohol!
It's not from us. It's from that table.
What table, where?
That table!
What?
No, don't come down…
[man] Go, go, go.
Welcome, Abu Saud! How good is it to see you!
-Hello, Abu Turky. Welcome. -[Laughs]
-Bless you. -Hello. Welcome, Abu Turki.
Hello, Abu Saud. [laughing]
-Greetings to you. Bless you. -You don't know this guy?
I do feel I have seen him before somewhere.
-How would he remember me? -[Abu Turky laughs]
Right now, he's too busy partying.
This is our friend, the manager from Sharkeya. From the other day!
-Oh yeah! That's right! -Yeah!
-[Abu Turky] Fill up your drink. -The guy who took care of the problem!
-[Abu Saud] God bless you guys. -Bless you! How are ya?
I think this calls for a toast!
No, I swear. I don't drink alcohol.
-I don't drink at all. -[laughs]
-You don't drink! Likely story! -I swear.
Did you see his face when we were sending him drinks?
Yeah, I saw the whole thing! And I know it must have cost you a lot.
No, it's nothing. I'm returning your generosity.
Just a modest gift.
You know what? The night's almost over. Let's go! Come on! Come on!
God willing, we're gonna get you into the groove here.
No need to cost yourselves any more money on my behalf!
-Whoop! -[popping]
Oh, what a beautiful sound! Pop! Pop!
-[Abu Saud] May God give-- -Whoop!
-Lalalalalalala! -Oh, those are…
-This is champagne! Here you go. -Salute!
-Drink up! -To your good health, my dear.
Here we go! My dear friend Abu Saud.
Nah, no thanks! No need to do that.
I'm afraid you're gonna shatter your glasses.
-[laughs] -[Abu Turky] Drink up, brother.
Drink, Abu Saud.
-Where have you been, man? -Come on, join us! Have a drink, already!
Don't worry about me, I'm in a great mood already, I don't have to drink!
Come on! Drink up, bro.
-[Abu Turky imitating beat] -I actually know this song.
-[Abu Turkey] Yeah! You do, don't you? -American. It's American…
[Abu Turky] Oh yeah, and when it drops, "Ahhh!"
Here we go! Yeah! [laughing]
-That's it! That's it! Oh yeah! -[all laughing]
-That was great! -[Abu Saud] How fun!
-Such fun! -He was dancing! [speaking unintelligibly]
-[Abu Saud] Very good! -[Abu Turky] I'll send you a medical swab.
Oh yeah, I'm too good, guys…
Yeah, man. All right, I don't know…
-I love you, Abu Saud. -Ah! God bless you, my dear.
No problem, ha. I didn't understand, how…
[Abu Turky drunkenly groaning]
[drunkenly] You're here, and what's wrong… What are you doing?
-I'm fine. I'm just fine. -It seems you don't like this DJ.
Ahmad? Call the DJ and have him play Iraqi music. He likes dancing to sad songs.
Or do you not like dancing to sad songs?
-I gotta go to the bathroom. -What, you're just gonna leave me alone?
Just listen.
♪ How could you… ♪
-I'm gonna go to the bathroom. -♪ Do that to someone who loved you ♪
♪ It's not a sin to love me ♪
Come on, let's get a move on. Come on!
-The bathroom can wait till later, man. -I can't really hold it.
What do you want?
-[phone dinging] -[Abu Turky snoring]
WHERE ARE YOU? HELLO? WHERE ARE YOU?
-Let me pour you some of this… -No, no.
…so the trip to the toilet will be worth it. [laughing]
[Abdullah] Look at that guy. He must have snuck in.
What is it?
-Nothing. -What's wrong?
Ha! What is it?
Captain, there's a guy with a phone videotaping you over there.
-I swear to God. -At that table there.
Damn it! Hey!
You're not allowed to film in here.
I can see your flash!
I can't believe this guy. This is unbelievable!
Damn it! We'll see about this damn guy who's filming!
Hey! Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
You think you can film the VIP table as you please?
-What? -We're here to party and have fun.
-No one takes out their phone and films. -Listen to what this man is saying.
-What's the problem? -I saw a phone filming me from upstairs.
-No one filmed you. -Abu Turky. Get up!
-Huh? -Did you film this guy?
-What? -He says I took photos of him.
-I saw the phone high in the air. -We're all high in the air.
-Let the phone be! -[Abdullah] You watch your tongue!
-Whoever filmed me, give me your phone. -I did.
-What are you going to do? -Give me your phone.
[Abu Turky] Who do you think you are?
-Get out of here! -No, no, no! Hey!
-I said get out! -Who are you to tell me where to go?
-You can't boss me around! -The phone!
[Abu Turky] This is outrageous! What are you doing?
-[Abdullah] Give me your phone. -Get your hands off me!
[shouting continues]
[colleague] I don't know. I think he went somewhere.
-[Abdullah] Here? -Maybe here. I don't know.
-All right, who was it? Which one was it? -He must be sitting somewhere over there.
[EDM continues playing]
-[music intensifies] -[people cheering]
-Everything all right? -Huh?
Is everything okay?
Yeah. Everything's fine.
Uh, listen.
There's an old man over there acting really weird.
Where?
Wearing a hat, over there.
-Over there? Oh. -Yeah, straight ahead.
What a weasel. I swear to God. If… Damn you.
Hold on, buddy. What are you doing?
Uh, I didn't film anything, man. The other dude did it.
All right, hold on. Just stay right here.
Do you need something or…
Don't tell me, is this about my clothes again?
Do you want money, too? What? I'm all out.
Excuse me. I gotta go.
[door creaks open]
Saud?
[clears throat loudly]
[clears throat]
Saud?
-Boy? -[toilet flushing]
Get out, son. I will not hurt you.
Get out.
-[clears throat] -Get out.
Get out. I saw you go in there, son.
Come out!
I know that was you that snitched on me for filming earlier!
Your mother better never find out about this!
You think you're smart, you little brat?
Open up. I said open the door.
Open the door or I'll smash the door on your head.
Open the door, boy.
-Open or I'm coming in. I'm coming in. -Sir, what are you doing here?
-What? -Sir, you cannot be here.
It's my son. Go, go!
-Sir, I'll have to ask you to leave. -Open up, Saud.
-Please leave. -Open!
-Sir, please leave. -But my son! My son!
-Please leave, sir. -Come. Open up, Saud!
-Sir, please leave. -I said open up!
-Please leave. -I said open up!
-Sir, please leave. -No! Saud!
-Help your father, Saud! -Sir! Please leave!
-Saud! My son! -Sir, please leave.
-[clanging] -[guard grunting]
[clattering]
[Abu Saud] Let that be a lesson!
I tried to tell you.
-Why was that guy trying to strangle me? -[Saud] Never mind.
I just smashed him on the head.
That was good timing. I saw that.
-Right? He wasn't moving. -What are you doing here, Saud?
Really!
Dad, honestly, I came in here by mistake.
I swear.
I hope you learned that these places are not for you!
-I swear. -Really, Saud!
What were you thinking? You really crossed the line!
-Just try to think of what I would do. -Yes.
-Not what your mom would do. -It was a mistake!
You're a troublemaker like I was. How did you even get in?
-I was pushed in. -You were awesome.
I'll take out anyone who tries to lay a hand on you.
Your dad was the toughest on the block growing up.
-I swear-- -Reservation, please.
Here's the reservation.
-Perfect. -Okay.
Thank you.
-Thank you. -[guard] Welcome.
Come on. Come on.
My dear, let me ask you. What's going on here? Is it a wedding or a party or what?
-This is a "night club." -What's that?
-A discotheque, bless you. -A disco?
It's your mother.
-Your mother. -Are you sure that was Mom?
I'm sure it was.
You brought this scandal on us!
-Oh, good Lord! -Relax, Dad. It's a simple matter.
-How? It's your fault! -How's that?
What do you mean? You disobeyed your old man!
-I didn't disobey you. Heaven forbid! -You need to just shut up!
You hear me? Who was the one standing upstairs,
laughing and carrying on, drinking all the bottles?
Cack, cack, cack, cack. You could hear you cackling all the way down the street!
I also saw you sitting there with all the drinks and the girls,
and the party sparklers and all that stuff.
-What party? -The one you had right over there.
That was…
Abu Turky's fault. He was responsible for that.
He was with that party animal.
Are you trying to judge me now?
-This is all your making! -How is that my fault?
-I'm not the one who brought you here. -Not your fault?
-You lied to me! Your own father! -I swear, I didn't lie.
-I just came to take a photo with-- -Right now, right now, right now,
you'll tell your mother and explain to her that you were the one who brought us here.
And you'll tell her, that it's your fault.
No, I'm sorry. I'm not taking all the blame.
Whether you like it or not, you're taking all the blame!
I have the proof!
Where is he?
Aha! Who is that right there?
My spoiled kid, that's who it is! With the bad seeds.
We don't know any of them! They're foreign folks!
I've never seen any of these guys! Guys like them aren't our kind!
-Our family doesn't do that! -Um, Dad I have an idea.
-For what? -For what we can tell Mom, let's go!
Ahhhh!
And who is this?
Is that you?
Dancing, with those girls and drinking bottles and taking drags?
Hey, hey, hey, hold on. You're the one who filmed this, right?
You're the one who was filming! Delete it now!
-Wait, wait. Just relax will ya. -Don't get near me.
Don't get closer or he'll click the share button
and a scandal will be in your near future.
-Just chill. -Captain Abdullah,
I really love and admire you, but…
we have a problem… I mean…
-we have demands. -Demands? What do you want?
-Just delete it, its fine. -Our first demand…
twenty-five hundred riyals.
Fifteen hundred for the table,
and a thousand for the policy of the hotel.
Fine. Okay, okay. Okay!
-Okay! -[Abu Saud] Second…
You have to repent to Allah for everything you did.
You know, we just lost the championship, and I need to change my mood.
But you're right, I'll quit right now.
Dad, it's not the time to repent.
Captain Abdullah, sorry. We have… We have one other demand, you see--
The photo, right?
-Undress! -Huh?
That's right. Take it off.
Both of you guys.
[Abu Saud] Oh! You see? There it is…
[Saud] I knew it!
[both laughing]
-You're so clever! -[dad] You see?
-You see how I did that? -What if I move my queen like this?
-Look how your father plays… like a man. -I'm going to take one of your pieces.
-Where? -With the queen.
Where were you? Why didn't you answer my calls?
We've been right here. Where have you been all night, my dear wife?
I just went out…
I felt bad for Saud because I scolded him earlier.
So, I took him out to eat at the restaurant.
-Where were we? The bishop. -Yeah.
How does it move? Diagonally. Diagonally, like this.
There's a move that can make you win, however…
-Did you figure it out? -Mom.
I want a stamp on my arm like Dad has!
Mm?
-I swear, he took me there! -I swear to you, Mom,
-I have nothing to do with this. -Shut your mouth!
-I swear to God that I saw him inside. -He forced me to go in there!
[Saud] I swear to you, Mom, I didn't go inside willingly!
They carried me inside! I swear to God!
[traditional string music with modern beat playing]
[music fades out]