Eshtebak Page #4

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- You won't understand.

- You won't understand.

- What are these messages?

We're in love.

In love?

You're fooling around with my sister!

No one touches me!

I meant to tell you.

My sister!

Damn you!

Calm down!

Calm down.

Enough.

Thank you.

What's this?

This isn't my shirt.

This is a fat man's shirt.

Are you implying I'm fat?

- No, I didn't mean that.

- I'm just kidding.

But you believed me, right?

I'm quite convincing.

Are you a videographer?

- A videographer, right?

- I suppose so.

Do you tape actors?

I used to.

Now I cover news.

I did an audition before.

What audition?

It was for Sherif Arafa's latest film.

Do you act?

Yes, I do.

I also sang that day.

The audition was

for a part as a singer.

I have a good voice.

I can sing you something.

We answer the call of Islam

and sacrifice our lives for it

With our skulls,

we build a stairway to glory

Our skulls, our skulls, our skulls

- This skull song was your audition?

- No.

I sang a pop song by Nancy.

But now my voice is affected

by tear gas.

Of course.

I remember you now.

In the revolution,

he was "the tear gas singer".

Come on. Stop joking.

You know Ramy Essam,

the revolution singer?

They'd get him off stage

so I can go on.

- They loved me.

- They loved laughing at you.

Stop it, Omar.

So you're the "tear gas singer"?

You've heard of me?

Once, we found the square empty.

We thought the revolution ended.

They told us everyone would return,

once the tear gas singer left.

Those were the days.

Love is the best feeling

Love is the best feeling

On my mind day and night

Sweet passionate love

I'm overwhelmed by your sweet love

Sorry for dragging you here,

good old friend.

I wanted to come.

No, you didn't. You're a mess.

God knows

if we'll get out of here.

There's something I need to tell you.

My son Tarek is with the MB.

Now I know.

I didn't want to tell you.

I was worried about you.

- Whose shirt is this?

- Mine.

Why did you stop acting?

The casting agency never called back.

- Mr. Moaz?

- Yes.

Why did you let them chant,

"Raise your guns"?

If we don't contain them,

there won't be an MB.

Once we regain power,

all will return to normal.

Could we regain power?

Realistically?

I feel it's impossible.

"God will empower

the true believers

and He will lead them to... "

"... victory".

The Quran says.

Hey, pal.

Where are you going?

Why are you driving like this?

Stop driving like a maniac!

Hey.

I'm a soldier like you.

It's me Eweis.

Open the door.

Did you read the messages?

I didn't want to tell you

since I'm unemployed.

I wasn't planning to hide it for long.

That's what the DJ thing is for.

For her.

The only reason you came today

is because she asked you to babysit me.

No, read the next message.

It says I'm going to ask you

to marry her today.

I'd rather marry her off

to one of those traitors

than to a jerk like you.

I'm Mans, your best friend.

My best friend?

Take him with you.

He's like you.

By the way,

we want your address

to return the pins you lent to us.

Don't worry.

Your dad will be OK.

What's your name?

It was my idea to go to the protest.

He said no.

I told him I'd go anyways.

He shouldn't have listened to you.

It's not your fault.

Now tell me,

what's your name?

A'isha.

We should exchange numbers, Aisha.

You're mispronouncing it.

I'll call you Aisha.

I'm not into ancient Islamic names.

Where are we going?

This isn't the way to the precinct.

Who are you?

No way. It's Malek.

Did you think I'd leave you?

- Who's Malek?

- My brother.

Huzaifa, are you OK?

- Yes, and you?

- Is Father with you?

Father...

He's in another truck.

Try to get us out.

Open the door, Malek.

Escaping is a felony.

You'll get us in more trouble.

The police have our IDs.

- Screw it!

- Open up!

No, don't.

It's a felony. Prison time.

Ignore him.

Open the door.

Whoever wants to stay, can stay.

Make it fast!

- I have the IDs.

- Really?

- Sherif...

- Sherif Farghali Elish.

- Mohamed Hashem.

- No, Ahmed Hashem.

- It won't open.

- Why?

It's locked with handcuffs.

Look for the keys in the cabin.

The cabin, Malek.

Did you find it?

No.

Our protests are close by.

Call for help.

I lost my phone.

There's one here.

- Where's the phone?

- The battery is dead.

Liar! It's not.

Give it to me and I'll check.

- Give me the phone.

- No!

Then call from any other phone.

Ask the people there.

- Radwan Abu Bakr?

- Yes.

The MB is just a phase.

You're ready to move on.

When I get out of here,

I'll head to Syria.

- Badr.

- Yes.

If you want, you can join me.

Thank you, good soldier.

Once we get out,

you have to leave the police.

How can I?

This is mandatory conscription.

I'd go to jail.

Jail or death?

I'll leave that to God.

We're not scaring you,

but you're naive.

You realise you're helping

Jews and Christians?

He's coming back.

- Do you think we'll go home?

- Yes, we will.

I hope we find transportation.

There's a bus stop nearby.

I'm sure it'll be in service.

I'd gladly walk home.

Where are we now?

Doesn't matter.

Let's get out first.

I'm so sleepy.

We'll get Dad to the hospital first,

then go home.

We're going home.

I can take you anywhere.

Where do you live?

On the street.

It won't open.

- You go.

- I won't leave you.

- I'll be fine.

- You'll die.

- Take the camera.

- Work isn't everything.

This isn't about work.

The real moments you shot here

can influence people.

You have to leave.

- So?

- No one's answering.

They're all in the protests.

Drive to one of our protests.

They'll get us out.

No way.

Don't worry.

We'll protect you.

- Are you insane?

- They'll kill us.

Start driving.

What protest, you morons?

Are you crazy?

Don't go, you jerk.

Back the truck into a wall.

Maybe it'll break the door open.

Ignore them, Malek.

Any bloodshed is your responsibility.

Are you with them?

- No, but I won't let them die.

- The MB are peaceful.

We're not killers.

No one can control protests today.

Just try.

Yes, back the truck in a wall.

Let him try.

Malek, wait.

Try backing up the truck.

No.

Drive on Malek.

- Why.

- Why wait?

- You won't understand.

- Screw that!

Malek, I'm in charge.

Obey if you're still MB!

It didn't open, Malek.

One more time.

Again, Malek.

The truck is stuck.

Rock it.

If we rock it hard enough,

we can free it.

Rock it harder!

Almost.

Harder!

Malek,

once the truck is free, drive away.

- Where to?

- Our protests. The police are coming.

No way.

The truck's going nowhere.

This truck won't budge!

Stop it.

You stop it.

Stop the truck, or We'll kill him.

What are you doing, Nagwa?

Huzaifa.

Back off.

Don't stop, Malek.

We'll protect you.

I'll kill whoever comes near.

If he dies, he'll be a martyr.

Get ready to be a martyr.

Stop the truck.

No, we won't stop.

If we get arrested,

they'll kill us.

Everyone calm down!

Tell your brother to stop the truck.

Your father is dead, Malek.

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