Eshtebak Page #3

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It's not from the MB side.

So the MB don't fart?

Huzaifa!

Dad!

I'm worried about your brother Malek.

He'll be fine.

You sound exhausted, Dad.

Try to rest.

There are over 50 people

crammed in here.

We can barely stand.

You'll be all right, God willing.

Guys!

Please take care of my dad.

He doesn't look well.

Dad, try to find a place to sit.

You'll be fine.

Well done, drive on!

Great job!

Let's get moving.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Start the truck.

Start the truck.

- Start it.

- Go back inside now.

Go back inside now.

- No, I won't! People are dying.

- Nagwa.

I said go back.

- Who's in charge?

- The prisons are full.

It's too damn hot.

We'll move once we find

a prison with capacity.

Get a bottle of water, quickly.

Quickly!

Get back in, lady!

Drink up, Fares.

Pass the water around.

Each person gets one sip.

Can we have some water, please?

Don't finish it.

Some water, please.

Refreshing?

Yes.

You'll feel it now.

Someone just died.

Help.

We need some air.

Haj Hamza.

Haj Hamza!

Answer me, Father!

Open the door.

Open the damn door!

Father!

He needs air.

That's Sameh's voice,

your son's best friend.

Sameh.

I'm Salah, Tarek's dad.

Is my son with you?

How did you end up here?

Help us, Uncle Salah.

- What?

- We can't breathe.

Open the door.

Open their door.

- Go back.

- They're dying in there.

Get back, old man.

Get back!

Open their damn door!

Try taking turns at the windows.

Take turns at the windows!

Help, we need air!

Open the door.

Open the door.

People are dying inside.

Take turns by the windows.

Get back.

You'll get court-martialed for this.

They need to breathe.

Open the door now.

Back to your position!

People are dying, sir.

Are you disobeying orders?

He's new, sir.

Hey chick, give me a kiss.

I need that kiss.

I want that kiss.

- Sameh!

- Haj Hamza!

Father!

Answer me.

Please answer me.

Sameh.

Sameh.

Guys! Are you OK?

Say something. Anything!

Haj Hamza.

What happened to your back?

Torture?

How old is your son?

May God bless him.

My son Talha is in college.

What grade is your boy in?

Eleventh grade.

I didn't see my son

when he was

in middle school or high school.

Why?

What do you think?

He was detained, of course.

Don't worry.

God will protect your son.

He's on the right path.

But my son is not with you.

Not with us.

And I'm not fat!

Sameh.

You're bleeding.

- A lot?

- Yeah.

- Open your mouth.

- It's OK.

Just open your mouth.

Oh God,

your mouth is all cut up.

- Did you just learn this razor trick?

- No, I'm a pro.

- Why pretend to be a thug?

- I'm a thug.

No, you're not.

Lower your voice.

I want to intimidate them.

What are you then?

I clean cars on the streets.

So what's a guy like you doing

in this mess?

There was an MB protest on my street.

There was a big fight.

And...

my dog got killed.

What was your dog protesting?

Don't make fun of my dog.

He was my only friend.

My late father got him for me.

I can't imagine losing him.

His name is Rocky.

And yours?

Filthy.

Filthy.

Was your dog filthy?

- Do you want it?

- Can I?

A'isha?

A'isha.

Are you all right?

A'isha, what's wrong?

She needs to use the bathroom.

Soldier?

Soldier!

Yes?

She needs to go to the bathroom.

It's not possible.

She can't use the bottle.

She's a girl.

There's nothing I can do.

What do you mean she can't?

She will use the bathroom!

I'm following orders.

That's nonsense!

You're all men here.

Don't you have sisters?

These are the orders.

Get back,

or I'll lock the door.

Are you serious?

Let her out.

Do it now!

Just let her out.

Consider her your sister.

Come back, Awad.

Get up.

You're going home.

- And my boy?

- Him, too.

Awad!

Open the door.

No, I won't.

Just open it.

You've lost your mind!

Open the damn door.

Eweis.

Hey guys,

why don't we all turn our backs

and give her some privacy.

- You mean form a wall?

- Yes.

Come on.

Let them through.

Did you do it?

Come here.

Bring her out.

Islam will prevail!

- What are you doing?

- Taking you home!

Come back. You'll get killed.

We'll die if we stay here.

Come back!

Let us out.

Stay away from me.

Dad!

No! Dad!

We're going to die, Awad!

Get in!

- Don't leave me here!

- I'll come back for you.

Dad!

Excuse me!

Leave him.

We'll take care of him.

I said leave him.

You'll be fine, brother.

Dad.

An eye for an eye! Raise your guns!

An eye for an eye! Raise your guns!

An eye for an eye! Raise your guns!

You have a fractured rib.

Cover your cross.

Your soldier friend!

He's trapped! He could die!

Soldier!

Awad!

Come this way.

Hide in the driver's cab.

Over here!

This way, here, Awad!

Use the laser to signal him.

Don't you have a laser pointer?

Where is it?

Here!

Over here.

Get in the truck!

Run, soldier!

Hide in the driver's cab.

Quickly, Awad.

Hop in and drive away!

I don't know how to drive.

Lay low.

Oh, help me God!

Tear gas!

Close the windows!

We have to block the window,

or we'll all die.

Let go of the window.

Help him, please.

I can't reach him.

Zein!

What does this America look like?

Is it all buildings?

There are trees everywhere.

Lots of greenery.

Is there a sea like ours?

Only oceans...

on the east and on the west.

Have you seen any skyscrapers?

Yes, a lot.

- What about the chicks?

- Lots of them.

And how can we go there?

Yes, how?

He's American.

He doesn't need a visa like us.

Exactly.

What brought you back to this dump?

Growing up,

my dad would get mad

at the mere mention of Egypt.

He'd say it's hell on earth.

He'd talk about being tortured

in the Nasser era,

and rant about the chaos

and corruption.

Despite all that,

his dying wish was to be buried here.

His wish came true.

May he rest in peace.

Thank you.

Zein,

are you all right?

I'm better.

This feels like a bad hangover.

They imported new tear gas

that gets you high.

You missed out on a lot of fun.

This wound has to be closed.

I have to staple it shut.

Please bear with me.

Do you have any pins?

You'll be OK.

Don't worry.

Don't, you'll get it infected.

My hair is falling out.

How long do I have left?

I don't know.

I remember

you started going bald at 27 or 28.

The barber told me about a cream

that stops hair loss.

Who? Saad?

No, another barber.

An MB barber?

Yes.

You'll be bald like me.

- But he said...

- Let him say what he wants.

That's genetics.

No one can change that.

Tear gas again or what?

- See anything?

- Don't open the windows.

Let him call his mum.

You think she got help?

I'm sure she did.

Give it to him.

OK, let's cover him.

Make it fast.

Yes, Mum.

Still in the truck.

What do you mean you can't do anything?

Then, who can?

Call the minister.

- We're dying here, Mum.

- Enough, this is useless.

Another call, please.

You had your chance.

I'll call my uncle this time.

My sister's number...

- What are these messages?

- Give me that.

- Wait, Mans.

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