The Devil's Double Page #3

I don't take orders from you!

I take orders from Saddam Hussein.

Uday, Uday...

No! No!

Boss, come on. Let's go.

Just get her out of here, okay?

He took pills, sleeping pills.

Give me the knife.

You'll kill him.

The loss of blood and...

I should have gelded him at birth.

At 7:
00 tonight the armed forces

of the United States began an operation

at the direction of the President

to force Saddam Hussein

to withdraw his troops from Kuwait

and to end his occupation of their country.

That's the latest Tomahawk cruise missile

to fly just over our position here.

Anti-aircraft gunners all around

have been trying to shoot them down.

I have said to the people of Iraq

that our quarrel was not with them,

but instead with their leadership

and above all with Saddam Hussein.

Kuwait has been stealing our oil.

Millions of dollars a year.

Millions of dollars. Millions of dollars.

Kuwait has been stealing our oil.

Millions of dollars a year.

From the oilfields.

From our oilfields at Rumaila.

Kuwait.

Kuwait, Kuwait.

Kuwait has stolen our Iraqi oil!

Millions of dollars a year

from our oilfields at Rumaila.

Our country is losing

more than a billion dollars a year!

Take the glasses off.

What are you doing here?

- How did you get in?

- Do you want me to go?

Why are you wearing Ray-Bans

at 1 :
00 in the morning?

Take them off.

- I want to be sure it's you.

- Are you sure?

I can always tell.

You cannot stay here.

Have you seen what's going on outside?

Hear what Saddam said on television?

"The mother of all battles."

Iraqi people are not stupid.

Nobody believes that crap.

Iraq is going to burn to the ground.

We won't see that on TV.

And Uday? Is he reporting for duty?

No. Uday has gone to bed

with a splitting headache

because Yassem Al-Helou forgot

to press his tweed hunting breeches.

He's a child. He'll tire of you.

He tires of everything.

One day soon, he'll tire of me

and I'll end up

at the bottom of the lake with the fish.

Today he's infatuated with you.

He's quite dazzled.

He thinks he made you up,

just like that, out of the dust.

Tomorrow he snaps his fingers

and you vanish.

But you can leave, Sarrab.

If I run away, he'll find me.

If he can't find me, he'll find my sister.

Who's going to protect me

from Uday Hussein? You?

This is the way it is in Iraq.

It's him.

Latif?

I cannot sleep.

Take a pill.

You may kiss me now.

You must go to Basra, my son.

- What did he say?

- It's not him.

- Of course it's him.

- You don't know your own father?

- It wasn't him.

- Of course I do. What did he say?

Basra.

Basra?

F*** Basra.

Don't expect me to go.

Kuwait has stolen our Iraqi oil!

Millions of dollars a year

from the oilfields at Rumaila!

Our country is losing

more than a billion dollars a year!

What is Kuwait?

Who made up this country?

The thieving British!

In 1935 they picked up a pen

and drew a line in the sand.

Kuwait is a fantasy!

- Look, Mother. It's me.

- Kuwait is a lie!

Kuwait is the province of Iraq!

The age of the sheikhs is over!

- Qusay?

- Uday.

- Are you watching?

- He didn't fool me, my brother.

You can tell? How?

For one thing he's sober, and second

he's not foaming at the mouth.

It's a hit!

- Let's go!

- Go! Go! Go!

You've lost a lot of blood.

We might have to lose the little finger.

Who's going to tell Uday?

Take more. Take more.

Monsieur.

What? What?

The little finger. Right hand.

They're doing their best.

F***!

Is it you?

It's me.

The Americans are saying

Uday has been shot by the Shi'a.

But I know Uday is in Geneva,

gambling with his uncle.

He called me last night.

Yes, it is you.

- Where's Latif? Latif, with the finger?

- I'm busy. People are dying.

People are dying! People are dying!

People are f***ing dying!

I know people are dying!

I know they are dying!

Men, women, Iraqi soldiers losing arms

and f***ing legs. Brave people.

I don't give a f***! Do you understand me?

Do you understand me? F*** them!

- I don't give a f***!

- You must go. Now.

Go, go, go, go. You must go.

Save his finger.

If you fail to save this man's finger,

I will kill every one of you.

Iraq's army is defeated.

Our military objectives are met.

Kuwait is once more

in the hands of Kuwaitis,

in control of their own destiny.

Oh, my God. Look at that.

I cou Id f*** that. I cou Id real ly f*** that.

Could you f*** that?

Yassem.

I wonder if she's a virgin.

Do you think she's a virgin?

It's her wedding day. It is the best day

of her life. She is the man's bride.

Do you think she'll let me

stick my finger up her ass?

You think?

Come over. Come on.

Come.

I do like that dress.

Come here, darling.

You're beautiful, very, very beautiful.

You having a nice day?

Come, let me kiss you.

Very good. My brother.

Nothing serious.

As you can see, rumors of my death

- are scandalous lies...

- It's me.

...put out by the Americans.

Scandalous lies that insult

the intelligence of the Iraqi people.

Allahu akbar.

Allahu akbar?

Allah gives me nothing.

Everything I want I just take for myself.

Look at me.

I'm a f***ing war hero.

Well, she's dead.

Find out who she is. Send them some

dinars for the damage. Are you deaf?

I said pick up the phone,

get hold of Said at the Olympic Committee.

- Do what I tell you.

- Do it yourself!

What? What did you say?

I said do it yourself.

I will not be part of this madness.

I will never let you go.

I will never let you go.

I love you too much.

Yassem.

I should have put a bullet in his head.

Then you would be just like him.

And you're not.

Praise God for that.

You're my Latif.

- You must go.

- No, he's gone. He's gone.

I know, but he'll be back. You must go.

How can you stand it?

Why do you choose to live like this?

I didn't choose.

He chose me, just like he chose you.

You have a visitor.

I want you to do something for me.

I will look into this complaint.

If need be, I will talk to my father.

I'm a tired man.

I have a heart condition.

Look into my eyes. Look deep.

Can you see the pain there?

This is the pain you give

to the people of Iraq.

Pain that never ends.

Today I have come to seek justice.

Will I be shown any compassion?

Justice. Compassion.

F*** this!

Is this him?

Your daughter was a whore. She enjoyed it.

She was 14 years old.

No man has ever touched her.

God gave her beauty.

This was her downfall.

This is too much. You are a criminal.

- All of Iraq knows your crimes.

- You are a good man.

Give him 1,000 dinars for her time.

That is good money for a whore.

F*** you! F*** you! F*** you! F*** you!

I'll put a f***ing bullet

in your f***ing head!

You, you, put a bullet in his head now.

Now!

- What has he done?

- What has he done?

- He's a man who has lost his daughter.

- You heard what he said about you?

- About me?

- About you, Uday Saddam Hussein.

It was not me who snatched her

off the street.

I didn't beat her.

If you want to kill him, kill him yourself.

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