Eshtebak

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- Catch him!

- Easy. Easy.

Don't make a move.

We've done nothing.

Shove them in there.

Stop pushing me.

- Get your hands off me.

- Not a move.

Let go.

Don't move.

We're reporters.

- Who do you work for?

- Associated Press.

I'm a journalist.

He's a photographer.

Get me that camera.

- They took photos of us.

- We're doing our job.

Give me that, Eweis.

He's American.

I'm Egyptian American.

You can google me,

Adam A. Ramzy.

I work for Associated Press.

- Take them in.

- Take us in where?

- Get inside.

- No, call the embassy.

- Throw him inside.

- Get in.

Enough.

Open the door.

Officer!

Call the last number on my phone.

It's our editor.

He'll confirm that we're reporters.

Sir! Sir!

Are you all right?

Officer.

Is there a doctor?

He can't breathe.

Help.

Ambulance, please!

Breathe slowly.

Inhale, exhale.

Slowly.

Help.

Slowly.

We got arrested while

covering the protests.

They took our camera

and phones.

Zein had a panic attack.

I think he's claustrophobic.

Zein.

Don't be foolish.

Relax.

They won't notice.

No one's guarding the truck now.

Guys.

Guys.

Over here.

Folks.

The people and

the army united!

In here.

It won't break.

There's another rally, Zein.

Guys.

Look here.

Inside the truck.

- We need a phone.

- Why are you there?

- Were you arrested?

- An error, I swear.

They must be from the MB.

No, I swear we're not.

One call can clarify everything.

- What's the number?

- Wait, Nagwa.

What's the other guy doing?

What's that?

Are you insane?

Who the hell are you with?

We're journalists.

- Spies.

- Bastards.

- Traitors.

- Damn you.

We're on your side.

IDs and phones.

We're rallying for the police.

Funny, every MB we

arrest says that.

The police and

the people united!

The police and

the people united!

My son went missing a week ago.

I'm looking for him.

- Look for him inside.

- But my ID?

Get in.

My son is with me.

- I saw you throwing stones.

- No, we didn't.

Did you throw stones?

We did.

Get in!

Easy, easy.

Close the door.

We didn't throw stones, officer.

We did nothing.

I see Mum.

Go home, Nagwa.

Excuse me, who's in charge?

Why?

My husband and son

are locked inside.

They are MB,

Muslim Brotherhood.

They're not MB.

Go home, ma'am.

- I'm not leaving my son.

- I said go home.

No, I won't.

Nagwa, just go home.

No, Hossam.

I know you were with them.

Yes, I was. I also threw stones.

Arrest me.

We need you on the outside.

I'll smash your head with this!

Take her in.

Hands off!

Why, Nagwa?

I saw you point something at us.

No, we didn't.

- You're both MB?

- No, journalists.

All journalists support the MB.

Why did you throw

stones at us?

Journalists are liars

and traitors.

Why did you get arrested?

You did, too.

Why do you have beards?

They have beards.

Are they MB?

Who are you calling MB?

Don't make me get in there.

Stay away from the American.

Stop it, please.

Enough trouble.

It says he's a journalist.

You think it would say "spy"?

Lieutenant,

we have a child with us.

Show your face.

Uncle, we have a child with us.

The boy has done nothing.

Attia!

Get everyone in the trucks.

Yes, sir.

Where are we going, Dad?

An activist in the revolution

should be used to this.

An activist dies for a cause,

not a photo.

A photo can be a cause.

Today, I'm out to cover news,

not to be news.

I see.

Maybe because this is

our first job together.

Hopefully the last.

Is that a phone?

Move away from the officer.

Hello?

Yes, Reda.

Fisho and I got arrested.

We did nothing.

They think we're MB.

Tell Dad to do something.

Reda, call my family

and tell them I'm OK.

- Lower your voice.

- Reda, help us.

You're too loud.

Can I use the phone?

Can Haj Salah and

I make one call?

His wife just gave birth.

We want to tell our

families that we're OK.

Sorry, the battery is low.

If Adam calls the US embassy,

they can get us out.

I don't want to be

saved by Americans.

It's official?

America endorses the MB?

Let him call the embassy.

Even if I did,

they would only help me.

My uncle's a general.

I also have a friend

who can get us out.

No, let him call his uncle,

the general.

Who would your

dad call anyway?

Generals have power.

What about the officer?

I'll cover.

- Make it quick.

- Hello, Mum.

Listen to me. I was mistakingly

arrested at a protest.

Doesn't matter how.

Listen.

Call Uncle to get me out.

You mean get "us" out.

All of us, Auntie!

There are others.

I'm using their phone.

Tell Uncle about them, too.

I'm all right.

Yes, I ate.

I swear.

The phone's broken.

- You can't hold a phone.

- Sorry.

Damn you, Fisho,

and your damn protests.

Your first protest and this happens?

You're bad luck.

Shut up.

It's not you,

Egypt is bad luck.

It's none of your

damn business.

It's not working.

I can fix it.

- Can you?

- It's my job.

He works at my mobile shop.

He can fix it.

Will your uncle get us out?

Yes, yes.

God bless you.

It's your mum.

Tell her to call once

she has news.

Call only if you manage something.

Thank you.

- Get down, Fares.

- I got him.

One of us has to be responsible.

You could have got help.

You dragged him into this mess.

We took him to the revolution.

- Now isn't the same.

- Enough, Mum.

- Then why did you come?

- I won't leave my son alone.

- Alone? He's with his father.

- Fares come here.

Calm down.

This is between me and my wife.

It's none of your damn business.

Whatever.

Islam will prevail!

Move it!

Let's go!

Kill them all the MB!

Don't spare any of them.

Islam will prevail!

The police are thugs.

God is great!

My phone!

Islam will prevail!

Get him.

The MB kidnapped my son.

I didn't hit anyone.

I didn't do anything!

Father! Father!

Don't separate us.

Take care, son.

Lock us up together.

Father!

Bastards.

You're the bastard.

Enough.

Don't just stand there.

Get them off of us.

Hossam.

Dad!

Help!

Help!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Shoot!

You want to frame us for

killing each other, like always?

We're not MB, sir.

Yeah, right.

There are kids here.

Release them.

My daughter's 14.

Happy birthday.

Think being American shields you?

America's behind this mess.

I'm Egyptian.

Really?

Let me treat you like one.

Leave the door open.

They'll hurt each other

and claim we tortured them.

If they try it again, shoot them.

- Yes, sir.

- Move.

Let's move!

Down with the tyrants!

Ibrahim was here 6/9/2009

- It's OK.

- No, it's not.

Who paid you, thug?

Your mother!

Calm down.

You'll get us shot.

Calm down.

- Hey.

- What?

How does my hair look?

Your hair?

- It's beautiful, Mans.

- Damn you.

Fancy boy.

You brought your

child to a protest?

I'm not a child.

She's twice the man you are.

Don't talk to us.

Stop, I'm not a child.

Guys!

We need a doctor.

Is there a doctor here?

Mum's a nurse.

Shut up.

Go ahead.

Move aside, people.

No, it's forbidden to be

touched by a woman.

Give me this.

Press hard...

so the bleeding stops.

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