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?
Fuck 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.
Fuck!
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 fucking dying!
I know people are dying! I know they are dying!
Men, women, Iraqi soldiers losing arms and fucking legs. Brave people.
I don't give a fuck! Do you understand me?
Do you understand me? Fuck them!
- I don't give a fuck! - 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 fuck that. I cou Id real ly fuck that. Could you fuck 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 fucking 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.
Fuck 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.
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
I'll put a fucking bullet in your fucking 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.
You think you can pick and choose? You think you can pick and choose?
You are nothing! Without me, you'd be hanging
from a fucking lamppost on Haifa Street.
I made you, Latif. I made you. I gave you life.
If I want, I'll fucking take it away. Now put a bullet in his head.
I'm not going to kill this man. Kill me if you want.
- I don't care. - You would die to save this man?
Go on, what are you waiting for? Kill me. Put a bullet in my head.
You're going to do it one of these nights when the mood takes you.
Why not now? Go on, put a bullet in my head.
Never. I love you too much.
No.
You love Uday.
You are not afraid to die?
You forget.
I died the day I came here.
You do not fear God.
Let me make this easy for you.
I don't believe it. Somebody get this on tape.
Yassem! Come film this.
- This is better than a porno movie! - Get me the hospital.
- Get out of my way. - Yassem, film this. Film this.
Yassem! Yassem!
Yassem!
Get help.
He's the last person I'd be going out with.
- But he's my best friend. - Well, you go out with him, then.
- Go out with who? - Nobody, Baba.
Am I missing something here?
- I'll get it. - Yes, Baba.
Gallalha's getting married next week.
Is she? That's good.
Makes life much easier for me.
Baba!
It's Latif!
Ju'an, run along, habibi.
Uday Saddam Hussein invites you to a party.
His birthday.
He is never going to stop.
Son,
I don't want to know what you've done.
I want you to know that I absolutely trust you.
And I am proud of you.
One day, when God wills it,
we'll have justice.
You must go.
You must leave this country, go as far away as you can,
and don't come back until Uday Hussein is dead and buried.
He will come looking for me.
He will come here. You know that. He will come looking for you.
Go to this party, drink his whiskey. We must look for the right moment.
- Don't ask me to do this. - Latif, I am an old man.
My life is here. Everything I have made of my life.
God gave me life, my son.
When he wills it, he'll take it away.
You will do as you are told.
You.
You, you, in the blue dress. In the blue dress.
Get it off. Get it off, all of it. Get it off, get it off, get it off.
Go on, take, take, take.
All of you, all of you. You, in the gold.
Give me... Take off your dress. Take off your dress!
It's Uday's birthday party for my friends
and I want to see all of you naked, all of you!
Come on! Come on, naked. More. Blue clothing. Take it off!
Now, off. All of it. Take your knickers off.
Beautiful ass. Beautiful ass.
Come on! Take it off! This is birthday celebration!
Good, good, good. I like it.
And you. Don't hide yourself. Let me see you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful. You should show yourself.
It is a lot of beautiful people for my birthday.
- That Mercedes... - It's not for sale.
I heard you'd take 30,000.
There are two things I never do, Said.
I never pass wind in the presence of the President of the Republic
and I never do business with pimps like you.
Latif! Latif!
God is great.
He gives my brother back to me.
- You didn't? - I did. Come.
Come, come, come, come, come.
I quite enjoyed it.
It hurt like hell. I thought I would need stitches.
What is Sarrab going to say?
Sarrab?
What is Sarrab going to say?
Why the fuck should you care what Sarrab is going to say?
Look at him. Latif thinks because he looks like me,
he dresses like me, he sleeps in my bed,
he thinks he can fuck like me.
You think you can fuck my women?
He's jealous.
He wants to fuck you himself.
You know what this fucking Kurd said to me?
I offered him 30,000 dinars for that Mercedes.
He said he wouldn't sell it to a pimp.
Pimp? You called this gentleman a pimp?
- Gentleman? - He called you a pimp?
- Uday's. - Uday's pimp? Uday's pimp?
- You called this man Uday's pimp? - He's lying.
This man is my friend.
He is one of this country's most successful businessmen.
Businessmen?
What business is that? Cunt?
- Sit down. - I'm leaving.
- Sit down. - Are you leaving? No?
I am leaving.
Sit down. I'm talking to you.
What do you want from me, Uday?
You belong to me, Latif. You do as I say. Sit down.
You are going to have to shoot me in the back.
Stop!
Stop! I order you to stop!
Fuck!
Take me with you.
You can't leave me here.
Kill him. He'd kill you.
I am not Uday.
Come on.
Keys.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
You let him go.
He had a gun.
You had a gun.
He took it.
Fuck.
Second thoughts?
I should've put you out back there. Would've been the smart thing to do.
- That's what Uday would have done. - Not so smart.
Uday would have killed me first.
- Do you have any money? - No.
- Nothing? - I'm not a prostitute.
Too bad.
Do you ride?
Well, what does it say? What does it say, Munem?
Uday Saddam Hussein has fled Iraq.
Sit down.
Who is this woman?
Some whore he met.
Uday will make an appearance on the news at 1 :00.
They're on their way here now.
She has no shoes on her feet.
This is what happens.
You give people an opportunity,
Iift them up, let them eat at your table,
sleep in your bed.
And this is how they repay you.
Who is this?
I'm sitting here watching Ali fuck your sister up the ass.
I'm not joking with you, Latif.
Come back to Baghdad.
We can smoke a pipe together.
Fuck some women, drive some cars.
Don't tell me you need time to think. Don't keep me waiting, brother.
Don't force my hand.
Come back, Latif.
I miss you.
I've got no one here to talk to.
Think of your mother and your father.
How did he get this number?
We just walked through the door.
Uday knows everybody.
These people in Malta have a lot of business in Baghdad.
Half the people I know have money here.
They come to get their tits done.
We've got to get out of here. We cannot stay here.
We walk through the door and he's on the phone.
He will never leave us alone. I know him, he's a fanatic.
He will never stop. You're not listening to me!
Stop shouting at me!
I have a child.
A little girl.
Tara.
Nobody knows this, not even Uday.
She's with my sister in Samarra.
You have to help me.
You have to do something, Latif. She's three years old.
I can't leave my daughter in Iraq.
You tell me this now?
I was too frightened.
- I didn't know what you'd do. - This is insane.
You are insane.
- What kind of a woman are you? - There's nothing else, wallahi, I swear it.
What do you expect me to do?
Who is the father?
Talk to him.
Do you even know who the father is?
Now that's Uday talking. I can hear it.
He's dead.
I spoke to my sister.
She knows a man who can drive Tara to Amman. He wants US dollars.
It was you.
What do you mean?
How else did Uday know where I was? There is no other way.
You never say anything nice, do you?
You never say I look pretty.
You never ask me how I'm feeling.
You never tell me you love me.
When you make love to me,
you're tender.
Only then.
Look at me, Latif.
Look at me.
What do you see?
Uday's whore?
- Is that what I am to you? - I spoke to the operator.
He gave me a list of outgoing calls.
I didn't call the Iraqi Embassy three times.
It wasn't me who called the Iraqi Olympic Committee.
I got scared.
I was calling my sister.
- I was scared for my daughter. - It was you, Sarrab.
You.
You called Uday. You told him where I was.
It was you.
Take what you want, Sarrab.
There is money in the hotel room.
My poor Latif.
And how is Sarrab?
Did she tell you about her daughter living with her sister?
And you believed her.
Don't hang up the phone, motherfucker. I have your father in my office.
Let me speak to him.
Come home, Latif.
Think of your father.
Come back to Baghdad.
I'm going to put your father on the phone.
I want you to listen to what he has to say to you.
He's going to tell you what to do.
Here.
Speak to your son.
Are you well, my son?
Yes, I'm fine. Listen, I have a plan.
I'm going to say this once, and it's my final word.
You will do as I tell you or you are no longer my son.
Tell this evil son of a bitch
to go to hell.
Speak up, Latif.
What is it to be?
Go to hell.
Latif Yahia.
They took my father to Uday's office that morning.
They dropped his body off at 4:00 in the afternoon.
My mother was forbidden to give him a decent burial.
She was told to bury him in the garden.
Nothing will bring my wife back. Or your father.
Why have you come here?
What do you want?
Hey, girls! Girls!
You, come and talk to me.
Hey, you. Come here. Come. I'll take you home.
With the pretty hair. You're very pretty. No, you are.
Please, come on. Where are you from?
Trying to get away from me, huh?
He's stopped.
Come on. Are they your friends?
Move. Ali. Ali, Yassem.
Get the fuck out! Move!
Yassem! Yassem!
Ali! Ali! No!
- No! Yassem! Yassem! - This is for my wife!
Latif?
No! Please stop!
No! No!
Out of my way!
Move!
You, stop!
Move, move!
Stop!
Clear the area!
Move!