The Worthy Page #2

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He was torn apart.

Limb from limb.

Pulled from his body.

By a group of self-proclaimed "soldiers"...

who decided he wasn't worthy of living.

By some miracle, Glbin managed to escape.

Fortunately, I was the one

who eventually found her.

I consider my scars a sign of beauty.

Could you translate?

I was a teacher...

when it all started.

We were taken hostage at our school.

A rebel commander started

groping one of the teachers.

So I attacked him.

Three other rebels came in.

They raped me.

Then they poured acid on my face.

But I survived.

If I had known this was the price

I'd to pay to remain alive,

I'd do the same thing again...

1,000 times.

I'm a theatre director,

or rather... I was.

In the old world.

I used to teach my students to empower themselves

with love in order to gain confidence on stage.

If just one of my students

were still with us.

To see Raya.

A shining example...

of a person armed with nothing but love.

Who somehow channeled it to fight against

all the brutality and hatred out there.

Of course I fell in love with her.

She kindly loved me back.

And after a great deal of pleading

and all sorts diplomatic efforts...

our dear friend Shuaib...

finally agreed to marry us off

in front of God and His witnesses.

There's something very strange

going on here.

What are you talking about?

Glbin is afraid of Mussa.

How do you know that?

Just watch her. She's always frightened

and nervous when he's around.

There's something off about Mussa.

I don't like him.

Or the way he stares at everyone.

He saved Dad's life.

I know. But we still have to be careful.

We owe him an invitation to stay here.

Do you even know the man?!

It's the right thing to do!

We've done more than enough

for them already. I say we--

Maryam.

Mussa has until tomorrow to decide

whether or not he wants to stay.

Well, what if Glbin wants to stay,

but is too scared to say so?

You two get some rest.

We'll have our answers tomorrow.

Good night.

The knife.

Can you explain to me

why you trust this guy so much?

Can you explain to me

why you're such a know-it-all?

As if you know anything.

Idiot.

Call me an idiot again

and I'll tell Dad about you and Daoud.

Seriously? What are we, children?

You started it.

And you know I'd never tell Dad.

I hope you liked the food.

Best I've had in a while.

Brought me back to the good old days.

Are you more comfortable

keeping this knife on you?

Does it make you uncomfortable?

Not really. But as you can see...

we all keep our weapons

inside this cabinet.

Which stays locked

unless there's a problem.

I'm the only one with a key.

I don't carry a gun.

I'm sure you've noticed.

What goes for everyone else here

goes for me too.

No.

No.

You're testing me.

Not at all.

Yes, you are.

Because you don't know me.

You see, this knife and I are old friends.

Friends for life, as a matter of fact.

So what's it gonna be fearless leader?

Do you trust me to keep this knife

under my pillow?

Or am I the one who has to trust you?

And the next thing I know, you'll be

killing me and Glbin in our sleep.

If I had the slightest intention

of killing you...

I'd hardly have fed you dinner.

Unless you wanted to fatten us up

like goats before the slaughter.

- Ain't that right?

- No, it's not.

And I don't mean to make

a test out of this.

It's already done.

Listen to me, Mussa.

Unless you've already made up

your mind to settle down here,

you are still a guest under my roof.

And as far as I know, guests are expected

to abide by the rules of the house.

Your knife goes into the cabinet

with the other weapons.

And that's final.

I'm just f***ing with you, man!

Can't you take a joke?

This knife...

is my dearest belonging.

You honestly call yourself a leader

of this pack of dumbfucks?

Trust should not simply be given.

It should be earned.

Now I know where you keep your food,

your water, and your weapons.

Good-bye now...

fearless leader.

The unworthy.

I am the Aleph and the Ya'a.

The beginning and the end.

The time has come to separate

the strong from the weak.

The worthy...

from the unworthy.

Qais.

Dad.

No!

Let go of her!

Get me something!

A bandage, towel, anything! Daoud...

No.

Stay awake.

We're right here with you.

Maryam.

Eissa.

I'm sorry.

No. No. No!

See what happens when you let strangers in?

This is all your fault.

Daoud.

Eissa, dear. Wait.

Eissa!

Where are you?

Come out, you bastard!

Come out!

Get out of the way.

Move!

Where do you think you're going?

What?

What's the matter with you?

What's the matter with all of you?

What's going on?

Don't you realize who just got killed?

Have you all forgotten who saved you?!

Where are you now?

Where are you?!

You're not going anywhere!

- I'm gonna kill him.

- Not tonight.

I'm gonna kill him!

Not tonight you're not!

We need to see to Dad.

Don't worry.

Mussa must be gone by now.

You should get some sleep.

I'm okay.

Stay.

May he rest in peace.

What are we going to do now?

I don't know.

What were we doing before?

My father found a way to keep us safe.

But he didn't plan for the future.

Do you really think he ran away?

Mussa?

I don't know...

I didn't mean what I said yesterday.

It's not your fault.

You're a good man, Eissa.

Father would have laughed

hearing you say that.

The world was falling apart all around us, but your dad

still made sure everyone knew you were team captain.

I meant the "man" part.

He never treated me like one.

It's men's work you're doing now.

The people inside here

are relying on you and your sister.

And so am I.

I'm only alive today thanks to your dad.

Consider me your right hand from now on.

May he rest in peace.

May he rest in peace.

What?

I'll wash them later.

What's wrong?

- What happened to the water?

- What do you mean?

We're f***ed.

Water's been cut.

Gotta go out to the tower.

I'll go with you.

No.

I won't let you go out there alone!

Daoud, Qais, let's go.

What's wrong?

We're going to the water tower.

Stay here, Qais.

I'll go.

Fine.

Eissa.

It's not gonna happen.

One of us has to stay here.

Fine.

You still upset with me?

Don't forget to lock up behind us.

Two knocks, we're clear.

Three, there's trouble.

Don't worry.

Should we make a run for it?

It won't make a difference.

Save your energy.

Just be ready.

Hold this.

Eissa, wait.

Let me climb.

You don't have to.

Yes, I do.

Carry your weight.

That's what your father always said.

This one... is mine.

Just need a little hand here, boys.

Idrees.

Be careful.

Idrees!

Daoud.

Daoud!

Maryam, wait!

Calm down, Daoud.

We have to stop the bleeding.

Is this what Mussa was talking about?

Separating the weak from the strong?

What kind of test is this?

What's he going do to us?

It's not a f***ing test.

It's a massacre.

This isn't working. Hand me your belt.

Water... there's none left.

And what if he comes back?

Where do you think you're going?

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