Omar Page #4

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what happened between you and him.

You were friends

since you were kids, no?

It's personal,

and none of your business.

Fine. Fine, Omar.

we'll find out without you.

And the guilty will be punished.

Jerusalem bread, please.

Five shekels.

What do you want?

- why are you so hostile?

- What do you want?

You never change.

We want to find Muhsen Ali-Taha.

I don't think

you have a lot of options.

We got information

that he was asking around about you.

Don't forget...

we can protect you from him.

Or...

We can destroy you.

You, Amjad...

and Nadia.

You know what'll happen

if Nadia finds out what you all did?

It's OK, get up.

Everything is going to be all right.

Where is Amjad?

He should be back any minute.

You can wait in the living room.

I don't mean to interrupt,

but how are you?

Fine... and you?

Did you continue your studies?

I did, but when the kids came,

I changed to studying housewifery.

I have the best grades

in this subject.

I'll pick it back up

when they're older.

- What's his name?

- Tarek.

- And the young one?

- Abla.

How old are they?

He was born on the first anniversary

of my brother's funeral.

Abla is two months old.

He was premature, right?

No, bless him. Why?

Why didn't you ask for my hand?

Why did you say yes to Amjad?

I thought you didn't want me any more

because I was a fool.

I was disappointed and got weak,

and life became bigger than me...

Omar...

I'm so sorry.

How could I be afraid of you,

and believe

you could have been a traitor?

To this day, I can't understand

how I was so foolish.

We all believed the unbelievable.

I tried to apologize,

but you didn't want to hear.

I sent a letter with Amjad,

you didn't reply...

I understand.

I can imagine how angry you were.

I let you down

when you most needed me.

I'm the one who let you down.

I'm sorry.

Do you still have my letters?

I kept yours.

It wasn't Tarek who shot the soldier.

Who was it?

- I'll tell you if you get me a gun.

- What for?

Something personal.

What would you do

with a gun, Omar?

Get me a gun

and I'll deliver you the killer.

What about Muhsen Ali-Taha?

We'll talk about that.

You have to swear not to touch Amjad.

Leave him to me.

I'm the one who will deal with him.

Agreed.

Hi, Omar. How are you?

- Well, thank God.

- Want some?

Take these.

Easy, that's not how you hold a gun.

I've never used one before.

Can you show me how it works?

First of all,

the gun is like a woman.

You have to treat it gently,

so it'll treat you gently.

Push this here,

pull out the magazine.

Take a bullet,

push down, then pull back.

Cock it with your left hand.

Who killed the soldier?

Can I try?

- Rami..

- Yes?

Do you know how they catch monkeys

in Africa?

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