The Devil's Double Page #2

Inshallah?

Only God knows when.

Come, come, come, come, come.

Munem disapproves. Look at him.

He's angry with me.

He thinks I should leave you at home.

- Who's this?

- Latif? He's my brother.

Nobody must know this,

but Saddam, he has three sons.

You tell anybody this,

I will have to cut your tongue out

with a razor and feed it to the cat.

Everything I own, I give to him.

You don't own me.

Sarrab, best f*** in Beirut.

Loosen your tie. Let me do it for you.

There. Isn't that better?

Be careful what you say.

I can read your mind.

Are you really the President's son?

You know what they say on TV.

We are all the President's sons.

Hey!

Hey!

Look at him.

He can't keep his hands off that drag queen.

Poor Uday.

Sometimes I think he wants

to f*** himself to death.

Will you excuse me a moment?

Keys.

Give me the keys.

Give me the f***ing keys!

Baby, I so love your tits!

I hope so, lover. You paid for them.

What have you done with my brother?

You see, Munem?

Discipline. We must have discipline.

If we do not have discipline,

we have no control.

If we have no control, we have chaos.

If we have chaos, we have disorder.

You do understand, Latif? It is quite simple.

We must have discipline.

Got it?

Got it?

Good.

Latif. Five minutes.

Latif.

- No, no, no!

- We must have discipline!

Discipline! We must have discipline!

How was that, Munem?

Excellent.

Sorry.

Good.

Empty your pockets.

My grandfather,

he talks to me the same way he did

when I was 10 years old.

God is great.

He gave me two sons.

Now I have three.

Make sure you give me no reason

to be angry with you.

And?

Uday, you owe me 50 dinar.

50 dinar?

You see?

Trying to get money from your brother

is like trying to get blood from a stone.

What?

It's not him.

What?

It's your turn, brother.

F*** them. F***ing Kuwaitis.

I hate them all.

Worse than horseflies.

My brothers, welcome to Baghdad.

F***!

F***! F***, f***, f***!

F***ing Kuwaitis!

I f***ing hate Jews, I hate horseflies

and I hate f***ing Persians,

but I hate f***ing Kuwaitis more!

They insult us.

They are filth. They maul our women.

The Kuwaitis have been

stealing $280 million a year

from the oilfields at Rumaila.

$280 million a year!

You know we traced the weapon.

I just know the f***ing Kuwaitis

are behind this!

I hope my father wipes them out.

No, I'm telling you this.

I don't care who knows it!

The age of the sheikhs is over. Over!

- What?

- It's me, habibi.

What are you doing right now?

I'm getting my nails done. Nice and sharp.

The better to scratch you with.

Did I ever tell you

how much I love your ass?

It's the best ass in Baghdad.

I'll see you soon.

Hey, you, you!

You'll meet many women.

Whores, wealthy women from Al Mansour

who come looking for a favor

and offer you favors in return.

Schoolgirls he snatches off the street.

- You'll be given your fair share.

- Ready, guys?

Never even speak to a woman

Uday has chosen for himself.

He is insane.

You know it, Munem.

He's insane.

You turn a blind eye. You have no choice.

I understand that.

You are a good man in a bad job.

Look at him.

He's psychotic.

Come on, kiss. Kiss more. More. Kiss, kiss.

Who wants to sleep with me tonight? You?

Through the window

of a British worker's flat,

the Battle of Kuwait unfolds.

Saddam Hussein, very simply,

you cannot bully your neighbor.

You cannot wipe him out,

a member of the Arab League,

a member of the United Nations.

Saddam H ussein!

The hero of the Battle of Qadisiyyah.

The knight of the Arab nations.

Direct descendant of the prophet.

Saddam the noble fighter.

Scion of the family of Imam al-Hussein.

Ladies and gentlemen,

Uday Saddam Hussein.

The age of the sheikhs is over!

With the help of Almighty God,

Kuwait has come home!

Hey, you. The teeth. You with the teeth.

Come on. I'll give you a ride.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey! You!

No, no, no, no. You, you, you.

Hey, you.

Don't be scared. Come for a ride.

Come on, get in the car.

I'll give you a lift home.

I'll take you back.

Hey, don't be scared.

Why do you run? Why do you run?

Come on. Why are you running?

I'll take you home.

Come on.

Hey. How about you?

I love what you've done with your hair.

Hey, hey, hey!

It's okay, it's okay.

Don't be scared. Don't be scared.

It's all right.

You're beautiful. Don't be scared.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Brother, she's beautiful. You want her?

- Take.

- No!

What? What?

Don't f***ing look at me like that.

- Like what?

- Like that.

I know that f***ing look.

I know what you're thinking.

Think what the f*** you like.

I like c*nt. I want c*nt.

I see a c*nt, I want to f*** it. I don't care.

I love my country,

I love my mother, my father.

But I love c*nt more than I love God!

Does her mama know that she's out?

You know this man?

This is Kamel Hannah.

He's my father's greatest friend.

He tastes his food.

Did she get a note from her teacher?

See this watch?

You see this watch?

How much you think a watch like this costs?

How much? How much you think

a watch like this costs? $10,000.

It's a $10,000 watch.

My father bought him that watch.

Why? Why did my father buy Kamel Hannah

a watch like this?

Shall I tell you why? Shall I tell you why?

Shall I tell you why my father

loves Kamel Hannah so much?

- Because he gets his whores for him.

- Rubbish.

Our mother... Our mother

sits around the house and weeps

because of the whores

this man brings my father.

She wanders, she walks around the palace,

walks around the palace,

staring in the mirrors,

staring in the mirrors,

looking at herself like a f***ing zombie

because of the whores

this man brings my father!

- Shall I kill him, brother?

- Uday.

What do you think, brother?

What do you think? Shall I kill him?

Kill your father's greatest friend?

He is a twittering little pimp

that has driven my mother mad.

- Maybe I'll let you kill him for me.

- Uday.

No.

I don't know him. It's meaningless.

If I am going to kill somebody,

I want to know why I'm going to do it.

Uday.

Uday.

- You f***er!

- Easy, easy.

You should be ashamed of your...

Motherf***er.

Come into my bedroom. Come on.

Would you like a drink? A nice drink?

I like to drink whiskey.

Take it, here, here.

Would you like some?

Would you like some?

That's it. In just one. In one. In one.

You're very beautiful.

You're a very beautiful girl.

Beg me... Beg me to f*** you.

Beg me. Go on, beg me to f*** you.

He humiliate me.

Why not? Just say it.

Beg me. Beg me to f*** you.

- I can't.

- Come on.

- I...

- Yes?

- ...beg...

- ...beg...

...you... I can't.

- Go on.

- No.

- Beg me. Beg me.

- No.

Beg me! Beg me to f*** you.

Beg me to f*** you.

Beg me to f*** you.

Beg me to f*** you! Beg me!

- Beg! Beg! Beg!

- I beg...

Yassem! Yassem!

- Who's doing that?

- That pig, Kamel Hannah. He won't stop.

He says he doesn't take orders

from faggots.

Stop!

- F*** you.

- I order you to stop!

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