Mama, I'm shooting!
- And? - What's up?
Sorry, I'm a little busy now.
That Arab Spring of yours can surely wait a minute.
What's up Grendizer? Did I scare you?
What's with all the ruckus? You want a biscuit?
I know you love them. Here...
...I know what'll calm you down, your favorite song.
"I'm always with you..."
"Even when you're far from me, your love is in my heart."
"I'm always with you..."
Hello, Dad, good morning.
What morning?
- You're still in bed? - No, I'm up.
I just have a cold. That's all.
Did you find a job yet?
I don't need a job, Dad, I already have one.
You call this DJ thing a job?
You know DJs here are respected and very well paid, too.
Then why do I transfer twenty thousand to you each month?
I've got a few gigs lined up. Soon I'll start making some serious money.
Listen, you either get a job or come work with me in Riyadh.
- I need you here with me. - I have to go, Dad.
I'm in a meeting, I'll call you soon, okay?
A meeting, huh... Okay.
Bye.
Come on, Biscuit.
Holy shit.
I haven't seen you in years, and all I get is holy shit?
Biscuit, stop it.
- How've you been? - All good. And you?
Not bad, all good.
Look, I wanna see you and Yousef, you guys still hang out?
Every now and then.
Why, what's up?
You and Arwa still married?
Yes, we're still married.
True.
Yousef, late as usual.
Jay, Yousef, whatever.
I remember this photo. Hady sent it a week before he died.
When Hady sent it to me, I didn't call him back.
I figured he was still angry with me.
After all, he'd planned this whole trip just to patch things up.
And I let him down.
I thought I could straighten things out when he got back.
But I never thought he wouldn't come back.
Forget it, that was five years ago.
Yeah, five years.
It could've been so different if we'd been on the road with him, you know.
We do know. It was our intention. But, because of you he went alone.
Yousef, there's no need for that.
What happened wasn't anyone's fault.
Yeah, but at least we showed up for the funeral.
But where was that guy?
- Yousef, seriously, drop it. - No, Jay is right.
I didn't go...
...because I couldn't pull myself together.
So I am asking you now to help me fix this.
- I don't get it. How? - Hady's birthday is in six days.
If we hit the road Tuesday, we'll get to Beirut by then.
Yeah, the three of us, like it was supposed to be five years ago.
That's insane, and it was never supposed to be the three of us.
We haven't heard from you in ages...
...and you expect us to just pick up and go to Beirut?
Besides, if you want to visit Hady, you can just fly there.
You know what Hady said when he was trying to convince me to go?
Look, I'm sorry I let him down.
I'm sorry I let all of you down.
I need to go visit him...
...and I need my best friends with me.
Why now?
Because if I don't do it now, I may never get the chance again.
...but Beirut is really far.
And doing this won't bring Hady back.
Yeah, but it might bring us back.
He's right.
You're right.
I'm in no position to be asking you guys to do this.
It was worth a shot.
Omar, you and Arwa still married?
Yes, still happily married. Why does everyone keep asking that?
Hey, did I wake you up?
No, I'm awake, just surprised.
I haven't heard from you in ages.
What's the occasion?
Do I need an occasion?
- I miss my sister, that's all. - Then you should also call Mom.
She complains that you hardly call.
Okay, I'll call her in the morning.
You still know that Jackie Chan club owner?
Yousef, his name is Raed.
He's my boyfriend, and he's sitting next to me.
What do you mean, Jackie Chan?
I'm no Jackie Chan, this is a Rami Ayash look.
Isn't it obvious?
I didn't mean it that way. Just kidding.
Hi Yousef, how are you?
Jay? Really? Suits you, bro.
Why don't you ever come visit us?
I was just discussing that with my friends.
We might pass through Beirut during the holidays.
You should, I'm throwing a big party on New Year's Eve.
- Really? - Yes, I have the best line up in town.
I've got the biggest DJs in Beirut lined up.
And I hear from this munchkin you're pretty good yourself.
Up for a half-hour set?
- Seriously? - Yeah, why not?
I'll even let you have the count down. You'd like that no, Munchkin?
My soul...
Come a bit closer.
- Just a second. - Where are you going?
I'll be right back.
- Hello? - Hey, are you busy?
Not really, I'm at the doctor's, what's up?
- You sick? - No, not at all.
It's Arwa, she's eight months pregnant.
Are you gonna name him Jay?
I'm surely not naming my daughter Jay, but thanks for the suggestion.
So, about the trip,
I might have been a bit harsh, but I talked to Ramy...
...and we're down.
Really?
But wait, it just got a bit complicated.
Arwa is delivering ahead of schedule.
You're doing this all over again.
I don't know what to tell my wife. She can smell a lie a mile away.
- Ramy, when are we going to Bahrain? - Tomorrow.
- Wait, did you say we?
Yes we, do you think I'm letting you go to Bahrain alone?
How professional will it look going to an interview with my mom?
I'll wait for you outside until you're done.
Mom, come here, sit down.
Look, I know how much you worry about me...
...especially since Dad passed away.
But I'm not 14 anymore. You can't treat me like that.
Darling, look what I bought for the baby.
Cute?
Ramy tweeted "high school reunion #atob #roadtrip."
Yousef retweeted it, and you favorited it, right?
Since when are you on Twitter?
Is that why you don't want to come to Egypt with me?
You could've told me.
- I was going to. - Really?
Tonight.
Why now? Three weeks before your daughter is born?
You suddenly remembered your friends you haven't seen in five years?
And you decide to go on a random roadtrip with childhood friends?
What do you call that?
It's not random, we're doing this for Hady. Like we should've five years ago.
I think you know damn well why.
Sorry, I overslept.
No problem. You can go sleep in the bedroom.
- Wait, I'll get dressed. - No need.
Don't be silly, I'll drive you.
Omar, the taxi is outside, and I'm late.
Sorry.
By the way, I never asked you not to go with Hady.
Alright.
I just want to understand something...
...how could I go? You know he was upset...
...after we hooked up.
First of all, you and I didn't hook up
We fell in love. Which was never the case with Hady.
Right, but he loved you.
- Put yourself in his shoes. - I'm sure he felt shitty.
But that has nothing to do with me.
How is that? Arwa, I chose you over Hady.
And now you regret it?
- Ramy, it's not the time. - Just one moment.
Listen, I forgot to tell you...
...there's been a slight change...
...and I need you to pick me up at the airport.
I can't go with you guys.
- What happened? - I need to be with Arwa.
Are you kidding me? Do you remember what happened last time you did this?
- Ramy, please let's go. - Just a minute, Mom.
Not my problem. Figure it out.
You can't imagine what I had to do to pull this off.
I lied to my mom, told her I'm going to Bahrain for a bogus interview.
What am I supposed to do for an entire week if you cancel on me now?
Figure it out and meet me at the airport.
Okay.
- Come on, don't you want to go? - I'm coming.
I'll pick you up in an hour, get ready.
We're picking Ramy up from the airport.
- What's he doing there? - He lied to his mom.
Just be ready.
- What happened? Why didn't you check in? - Do you believe it?
They'll let me take all these bags on board.
- All of them? - I asked nicely and they said yes.
Saves me time getting out of Bahrain airport.
- Give me a hug. - I'll miss you so much, sweetheart.
Please, please check in with me whenever you can.
- Swear. - Okay, when I can.
Bye.
- Don't forget to feed Grendizer. - Okay.
Ramy, isn't that your mom waving at us?
Let's go.
Alright, both of you, pay attention.
We'll reach Saudi border in about two hours.
Then another four hours to Riyadh.
From there we can head straight north through Hail...
Medina, then all the way north through Tabuk.
We then cross to South Jordan, Petra and Wadi Rum.
Let's just take the faster route. I have that Google thingy on my iPad.
Google thingy? That's technology in hands of a Saudi.
It's called Google Maps, jackass.
My bad, Steve Jobs of the pyramids.
- Bringing a satellite with you? - Could be good material for my Vlog.
- What's a Vlog? - It's a video blog.
Hady took the Medina route. Means one extra night on the road.
- But we get to see South Jordan. - Forget South Jordan.
I say we take the shortest route, straight to Beirut.
Remember what Hady used to say?
Then let's pullover here and we can just walk it.
That's two against one.
Screw you and your blog.
It's a Vlog! A Vlog.
Open the trunk.
Saudi Arabia, here we are. When was the last time you were here?
I don't remember, a while ago.
Open this suitcase.
They're searching the bags? They're searching the bags...
- Sure they are. - It's normal.
- What's wrong? - I have a bottle in my bag.
Are you crazy? Smuggling booze into Saudi?
It's not like you can buy it here.
Not a word, shut up.
- Peace upon you. - And you, too.
Passports.
- Here. - Great morning to you, sir.
Here.
You're a diplomat?
Yes, sir. My father was the Syrian ambassador in Abu Dhabi.
Wonderful.
- Egyptian? - Yes, sir.
- Residency? - Abu Dhabi, sir.
- Are you Saudi? - Yes, sir.
- Born in Ireland? - Yes, sir, my mother is Irish.
What's that line across your face?
- A trend. - Step out, come on.
- The three of us, sir? - Yes, all of you. Out.
Move, move.
Open the trunk.
- Who's bag is that orange one? - Mine, sir.
Please, open the bag.
Move it, move it.
An English team?
Aren't you ashamed? Why don't you support a Saudi team?
Be proud of your people.
- They bring you trophies. - Like Al Hilal FC.
Like a boss. Look at the Syrian guy, He knows Saudi league...
...better than you. You have no self respect.
Here.
Get a move on, the three of you.
- Here you go, pal. - Thanks.
- Take care, drive safely. - Thank you, God bless you.
Quickly.
What?
Genius, Omar, how did you know he supports Al Hilal FC?
You see his beads? White and blue.
- Al Hilal FC. - You're the man.
I'm not a PE teacher for nothing.
- What? - It's my mom.
- Hello, Mom. - Hi darling, I miss you so much!
- How are you? - I'm fine.
- Where are you? - I'm on my way to the mall.
How did the interview go?
- It's tomorrow morning. - Don't forget to call me.
- I'll call you after, Mom. - Don't forget.
- Don't worry. - Call me right after it.
- Okay, bye... Wait. - Bye, darling.
- Did you feed Grendizer? - Of course, how could I forget him?
- Okay, thanks. - Bye, darling.
- Who is Grendizer? - My hamster.
- You have a hamster?
- Got any other cute creatures? - A Chihuahua, named Biscuit.
Are you serious? A Chihuahua named Biscuit?
It's not my dog!
Hi, it's Arwa. Leave a message after the beep.
Arwa, I've been texting you but you're not replying.
I've reached Saudi, if you're curious.
I'm really worried about you. Please call me as soon as you can.
Love you.
Why couldn't we spend the night in a five star hotel?
Instead of doing this like homeless people.
Riyadh is only 50 kilometers away.
I told you, we'd waste hours getting through city traffic.
Plus, it's beautiful here. Look at all this desert.
It's pitch black.
You were never one with nature, Ramy.
It's different for me. I'm a local.
- I'm at home in the desert. - Sure you do.
Drop it already. Pass me that cup.
Since when do you drink?
Can't remember, probably since Hady died.
- When did you quit? - Around the same time.
The doctors said three to four weeks and we'll know.
Three to four weeks? You'll be fine in two days.
I've had hemorrhoids for two days.
- It's what you guys eat. - You're so racist, it's not the food.
- It's not racism. - I eat the same stuff you eat.
It's from all the sitting and you getting on my nerves.
Nonsense, you're sitting like my wife when giving birth.
God damn this shit hole!
- Yousef, what are you doing? - Shut the engine off!
Get out!
- Are you crazy? - What am I doing?
I want to get out of this shit hole.
I have no idea what I'm doing here. This was a terrible idea.
Why? Is it terrible to spend some time together?
What's the point?
You think you can just undo the last five years?
And make everything okay?
Well it's not okay.
Let's be honest and stop pretending.
We're not the same, Omar.
We're not even friends anymore.
Yousef, just because I stopped seeing you doesn't mean you're not my friend.
Your friend? Like Hady was your friend, right?
Yousef, don't go there.
Why not? Isn't that the point?
So we can just move on and feel better?
- Yousef... - Let him talk, Ramy.
So what's your point?
Where were you when we were burying our best friend?
- Yousef! - Let him, Ramy.
Mr. Omar, why don't you answer?
- Where were you? - Okay, stop it you two.
Where were you when we buried our best friend?
Go to hell! Of all people, you should know why I didn't go!
I know why... 'cause you were busy sleeping with his girl.
I slept with her? I married her!
Let him go!
- Wait a minute, what's that? - It's desert, fire and Djinn.
It's people. Stop making up things.
Slow down.
- May God protect us. - Tell me what you see?
He bit me! Son of a bitch bit me!
I swear to God, I didn't bite him, you saw it yourself!
- He bit my nipple! - It wasn't him, it's a scorpion!
Shit!
- I don't know. - Don't let me die, guys. Do something.
Why me?
- Are you gonna suck it or what? - Hurry!
Jay, don't take this the wrong way.
Suck it before I die!
Oh my God!
He's sucking a man's breast in Saudi!
Why did you stop?
You're not going to die.
Omar, I love you.
I love you, too. Just relax.
- There isn't much time. - Here.
What a lovely gathering.
God have mercy on us.
Don't look at him.
Just because he has a diplomatic passport he gets to stay out of jail.
What about us? I'm a Saudi citizen.
And according to the police report, you're also a drunk homosexual.
Yes?
If God wills.
Hope it's good news.
You have a visitor.
How are you, Dad?
The worst thing in life is to live for a dream...
...and discover suddenly it's an illusion and has no meaning.
Please tell me, am I a bad father? Am I not good enough?
Why are you staring at me? Why don't you answer?
- Dad, you misunderstood... - Misunderstood?
When the police saw you rolling around in the sand...
...did they misunderstand, too?
When they saw you in that disgusting position, they misunderstood that, too?
Yes, I swear to God, they misunderstood.
Yousef, I gave you freedom, but never taught you it has its limits.
I made a mistake.
I really did.
This is a sickness and I'm ready to take you to the best hospital...
Wait, wait, wait... Let's be clear here.
I'm not what you think. I'm into girls.
I always bring chicks to my place, I swear to God.
When I told you I had a meeting, I actually had a girl at my place.
Right, and the state they found you in can you explain that to me?
I had an argument with the guys.
We fought in the sand and a scorpion stung my nipple.
My friend sucked the poison out. That's it.
- Really? - Yeah!
Look, look.
What about the alcohol they found with you?
That's my bad. I admit it
Whatever's happened, happened.
Thank God it didn't go far.
But I can't always be there for you.
And you keep pushing me away.
You even came home without calling me.
That proves you can't handle your problems and you can get in a lot of trouble.
I have to be with you. You're not letting me be a father.
Father, I beg you to let me become an independent person.
Let me be the way I want to be.
Without me, you can't survive.
Yes, I can.
Without you, I can.
With your faith in me, I can.
Excuse me, I have a roadtrip to finish.
Without the money? You can survive?
Without the money, I can.
I'm so sorry for what I said, I didn't mean it.
I know why you didn't go the funeral.
I know how hard it was for you.
Let's go, we're running late.
I think I found a shortcut. Look.
If we go straight north to Hail, there is new highway...
...that connects west to Tabuk. We can still hit the border by tonight
- What do you think? - Sure we won't get lost?
You don't trust me?
I got two new followers on Twitter.
Left or right?
- What does the map say? - I don't think this highway is on the map.
- Then left. - Why?
When I'm lost, I find that taking a left usually works for me.
- Very impressive. - I think Ramy might be right.
- Based on... - Well, first of all, we don't know anything.
secondly, Ramy is always lost.
You shouldn't take his experience in these matters lightly.
Thank you. I'm now totally convinced we need to take a right.
Admit it, say you're wrong and Ramy was right.
And you have no idea where you're going.
I swear it'd be better to ask that camel for directions.
Look how beautiful he is.
We should never underestimate the wisdom of the great Ramy.
- I wanna go pet it. - I'm turning back.
- Sure you know where you're going now - I know exactly where I'm going.
- What the hell did you do!? - I didn't mean to, I swear!
You killed him!
I didn't kill him. He's probably just knocked out. He'll wake up in a bit.
You killed a national treasure!
Calm down. It was an accident.
And the camel was in the middle of the road anyway.
He's right, it was an accident.
We are in deep shit.
Omar, you have any idea where we are?
- How is that going to help, stupid? - I have 760 followers.
Someone's bound to come help us.
Any cars pass?
No.
"Always my eyes are calling you..."
"And even if the whole world is around me."
"I'll still say I need you."
You Syrian?
Three years I haven't seen my kid.
I feel like I'm in a baby seat, everything is moving backwards.
- What are you doing? - I'm starting to worry about her.
She hasn't replied to the last two texts I sent her.
- Who? - Joanna.
- Who's Joanna? - Joanna from high school.
She was with us, then she moved to Beirut.
- Can't remember her. - How can you not remember Joanna?
She was a socialite. Knew more guys than you and I put together.
Okay, that type.
- Is she hot? - Hot?
Man, she's a girl that you'd wanna take to the Oscars.
- 'Cause you're Brad Pitt, right? - Lame.
- You seeing her in Beirut? - Yeah.
We have what you may call... Unfinished business.
- Who's that? - My mom.
Answer her, momma's boy.
Just pay attention to the road.
I can't see anything.
I'm thinking it's a fair price.
Not a lot, 6600 and I'll repair it 100%.
What's he saying? I don't understand a word.
No problem, I'll handle it.
6600 for a windshield? That's a lot.
No, that's the cost of machine, windshield, and labor.
Is it original?
No, it's third party, but it's the same as the original.
What's your problem? Your windshield...
I'll fix it, I'll remove it from the truck and put it on.
He's trying to rob us, let's go somewhere else.
And go where? The car isn't working...
and the windshield is busted.
And where would we go? We're in the middle of the desert.
- Do you know what he's saying? - What?
- Say, "There is no God but Allah." - "There is no God but Allah."
- Where are you from? - I'm Saudi.
- You're Saudi? - Yes
- And you're Syrian? - Yes.
And you're Egyptian?
- Which means we are all Muslims. - Indeed.
I'm Pakistani and I'm Muslim, too, if God wills, there'll be no hustling.
I told you 6600, take it and don't waste time talking.
This is a really messed up windshield.
How am I gonna explain this to my insurance?
You know what I just remembered?
The mess we got into with the insurance people in Zermatt.
When Hady got drunk and started making out...
...with the really ugly ski instructor She looked like a man.
That was hilarious, If we didn't take care of him...
He'd wake up the next day and realize what happened and beat the shit out of us.
Who locked him in the bedroom?
I couldn't think of a way to keep them apart.
And then Ramy lost the key.
I didn't know he would set the room on fire...
- ...to get away from her. - We caused a panic.
The hotel staff, security, fire department and insurance all came running.
It was insane.
The crazy drunk bastard almost died.
Hello Auntie, how are you?
Good, good.
Sorry I'm calling this late, but I've been trying to reach Arwa.
And she doesn't answer.
She's sleeping? Okay.
Not a problem. I'll call her back.
No, don't worry.
Okay, bye.
Look, we either sleep here tonight...
...or take turns driving and get to Jordan before dawn.
- What do you think? - Hady's birthday is in two days.
- I say we keep going. - Get in.
Took you long enough.
The dude wouldn't stop talking about football.
Bloody football.
Come here.
- What the hell are you doing? - See the two prey inside?
- The what? - The two hotties.
- Yeah. - Keep an eye on them.
Just teaching them a lesson for being arrogant.
- By killing them? - No, I'm just deflating the tire a little.
Then they'll come ask us for help.
- What if they don't see it? - Just leave it to me.
Don't say a thing.
Anyone got reception?
- Hurry up, catch up to them. - What's going on?
I'll tell you later, just catch up to them.
Come on... For the love of God.
- I'm stepping on it. - Beep.
- What? - Honk!
Overtake them on the left.
What did I do?
Jay, they're not moving.
- Oh, thank God. - How're you going to explain this now?
Don't worry, just don't say a word.
No, I understand you. But how long will it take?
How long will we have to wait for the car?
Okay, no, no problem.
Okay.
Bye.
Ramy, the blonde is yours.
Kiss my ass.
You know guys? Let's stay here.
This is where Hady stayed.
Ramy, you guys check in, I'll meet you in the room.
- Sure, thank you. - Just a minute.
Where are you from?
- Syria. - Where in Syria?
- Homs. - I'm from Deraa.
You left the country because of the revolution?
I've been working here for six years.
- I'm Shadya. - Omar.
Can I ask you a question?
Have you seen this guy?
I know he stayed in this hotel.
No, I haven't seen him.
It was a while ago.
He died two weeks after leaving Jordan.
Beirut bombings.
He was my best friend.
God rest his soul.
Do you have anything other than tea?
We aren't supposed to serve drinks before six o'clock.
- But no problem, what would you like? - Whiskey please, no ice.
Sure.
- Arwa. - How are you, Omar?
How am I? Nice of you to ask.
I called you twelve times, Arwa.
Look, I don't want to fight.
So I thought it better not to talk.
Who's fighting?
Arwa, I was callling to check on you, and you don't care.
- See? You're fighting. - No, I'm not.
But don't you think it's a bit silly not answering?
- We're not kids anymore, Arwa. - Yeah, I forgot that.
- Here we go. - No we won't.
I only answered to let you know I'm not coming back next week.
What? Why?
I need to stay with my family.
- So when will you return? - I don't know.
- Before you give birth, right? - Let's talk after New Year's.
- Something I need to tell you. - What about?
- About Hady. - You knew him?
Can we please take a walk?
- Why not? - Because it's wrong.
If you have any other options, let me know. If not, excuse me...
...I've got a hottie waiting for me.
And I already told you, I have someone waiting for me in Beirut.
Oh yeah, Miss Joanna.
You have a spare swimsuit?
Seriously?
When he arrived it was supposed to be for just a night.
But he stayed for a whole week.
He asked me to go with him to Beirut.
But I couldn't, I had to see my family in Deraa.
We agreed to meet here two weeks later.
But you know what happened.
He ever say anything about me?
More than anyone else.
That's why I thought you should know.
"The military combat planes bombed Inkhil and El-Naima towns."
"In Deraa."
"The town of Nahte, also in Deraa,"
"was bombed using rocket launchers,"
"which caused many injuries and deaths among civilians."
"Mostly women and children, and caused a lot of houses to collapse."
"Also, three children were killed in an attack with heavy artillery,"
"in Busra al-Harir town."
You okay?
"Three men were killed in combat between the two armies."
"The governmental military and the Free Syrian Army."
I have to check on my family.
- What happened? - Don't ask.
Guys. Ramy, wake up.
Why so early?
You're never gonna believe who I met.
- Who? - Who?
- Hady's girlfriend. - What?
- What? Where? - Here, last night.
- When were they together? - Ask her yourself, she's coming with us.
- To where? Beirut? - Syria, her family is in Deraa.
You crazy? You want to go to Deraa?
- Don't you read Twitter? - The situation is really bad.
We're going to pass Deraa, anyway. She'll make her way from the highway.
And then we'll continue north to Beirut.
Let's go. Why are you all wrapped up?
Guys, look behind you.
What do they want?
Pull over.
We're late. And what have we done to make us pull over?
What? Is he drunk?
Is he crazy?
Don't go out!
Guys, we're minding our own business. Why cut us off like that?
Shut up, bitch.
You, where are you from?
Not you, I'm talking to you.
I'm Egyptian. We didn't do anything, sir.
And you, where are you from?
- I'm Syrian. - What are you doing with them?
- Speak. - You have no right to do this, sir.
You piece of shit. Where do you think you are?
Tahrir Square?
Dear, Omar.
Get up.
Excuse the guys, they're a bit heated.
Your father is a diplomat?
Yes, he is.
Did he defect?
He didn't defect.
Excuse us.
- He's one of us. - How do you know?
He's Syrian. His dad is a diplomat.
What's he doing with them?
Shall we do the cheese cake?
- Abed, no. - What's with you?
Release them.
I said, release them. Come on.
In which country is he now? Your father.
- Egypt. - Egypt.
What are you doing here?
We're heading to Beirut. We had to pass through here.
Look, Omar.
In times like these...
...in such situations...
...it's not right...
Driving a car with Gulf plates with your friends.
It's dangerous, my dear.
Okay, thanks for your advice. I appreciate it.
Can we go now?
What's his view? Your father.
- Excuse me? - What's his view on the situation?
How will this story end?
I swear, I don't know. We don't talk.
You don't speak to your father? Why?
Personal issues.
I see.
You see this Omar?
A centimeter from the eye.
I don't know if I'll be as lucky next time.
Twenty years an officer.
I haven't seen such madness.
The situation's completely mad.
Your father can get you out of here.
True.
What?
Can he get me out of here?
I swear to God...
...we don't talk.
Forgive me.
I can't help you.
Solve your issues with your dad.
Solve them.
Go.
Go with your friends.
Come on, let's go.
Are you okay?
Don't worry, you guys okay?
- We're good, you? - Yeah, fine.
I don't get it, why'd they let us go?
His dad's an ambassador.
A good will ambassador, in some organization.
Gives iPads to amputee children.
Long story, he's a great man.
God bless him.
Can I have a moment with the guys, please?
Why don't you want her to know your dad's an ambassador?
- Yeah. - She's been through enough.
Guys, I think we should drop Shadya at her front door.
- It'll only take an extra 45 minutes. - You know how dangerous that place is.
It's the right thing to do.
This isn't one of your tweets, this is real life.
Yeah, it's real.
You saw what just happened to us.
We can't leave Shadya alone on the highway.
- Hi, Mom. - Why haven't you been answering?
Sorry, I didn't see the phone.
I called the hotel, they said no one checked in with your name.
- You called the hotel? - Yes, they said you're not there.
I'm sure there's a mistake.
- I love you, Ramy. - Please don't worry. I'm fine.
I'm back in two days anyway.
- Take care of yourself. - Okay.
- Bye, my love. - Bye, Mom.
- Won't you tell her the truth? - Now?
When she finds out you're lying, it's only gonna get worse.
You know my mom, bro. She would've never let me go.
You're 25 years old.
- To the right. - This one?
- Yes. - Okay.
Guys, this makes me feel uncomfortable. Just saying.
It's deserted.
I don't get it.
This is my first time in Syria.
First time.
I never imagined I'd see it like this.
Believe me, neither did I.
Thank you for everything.
Hopefully we'll see each other when things calm down.
Take care of yourselves.
Do you know your way out?
Don't worry, we'll manage.
When you visit Hady, pay him my respects.
What's happening here?
- What's going on? - Families are identifying their dead.
Give me a minute, I want to get some footage.
Are you crazy, they'll kill you.
What do you mean go in? They're distraught.
I'll be back in two mintues. I'm done being a bedroom journalist.
I'm going with him.
Why?
To look out for him.
I'm looking out for the car.
We're diplomats, back away.
Back away, leave us alone.
Do me the honor.
Where are you taking me?
No.
Silence!
Welcome, young men.
The pleasure is ours.
Syrian from Homs.
You have a diplomatic passport. Your dad is with the regime?
He is an ambassador, yes.
- And you? - I have nothing to do with the regime.
I'm a Syrian citizen and all my family is from Homs.
All I know is I'm against the killing.
So which sect are you closer to?
Here? Or there?
I'm closer to Abu Dhabi. I've lived my whole life there.
- What are you doing here? - We were going to visit...
- ...our friends grave, but we had... - Your friend died in the attacks?
Lebanon bombings, 2006.
We were on our way to Beirut to visit but...
...we had to pass here and drop a girl home.
Which girl?
I said which girl?
- Shadya. - Family name?
I don't know the surname but she lives close by.
- Ramy. - Yes, sir.
- Who do you follow? - I don't follow anyone, they follow me.
Who follows you? Who do you work for?
I don't work for anyone. I'm a freelance journalist.
And online activist. I have a blog on the internet.
With 763 followers on Twitter.
- Oh bless you, that's a lot. - Thanks, I know.
You know we have a similar amount.
But not followers.
Martyrs.
If it matters to you.
Hey, cousin.
Our brother from Saudi Arabia.
What's your name?
- Greetings brave one. - Thanks.
- Here to join us? - Join what?
What do you do?
DJ.
What?
DJ.
So one Syrian...
...whose father's a diplomat with the regime.
And an Egyptian snapping with his camera.
And proud of the followers he has on Twitter.
God knows who he's working for.
And a Saudi badass...
...who is a DJ.
You expect me to believe this story?
Sir, if you think I'm a threat because of my father...
...they have nothing to do with it.
- Let them go. - I'm not leaving without Omar.
Me neither.
I'll let you go.
But if you have any conscience...
...spread even a small part of our suffering that you witnessed.
To the whole world.
You, son of this land.
Tell your father what you've seen here.
Tell him Syria has a family bond and always will.
And blood between families never becomes water.
You, dear Ramy.
I'll let you film.
Spread it where you like.
And you, badass.
God forgive you. Release them.
"We bow to no one but God."
Say hi to my dad.
Tell him I miss him so much.
Tell him not to worry about Mom.
I'll take care of her.
Although she's doing my head in.
I miss you, my friend.
We came from God and we return to him.
Can you give us a minute?
Rest in peace.
20,000 Dollars
- Hello? - How are you, Dad?
- I'm fine. - Where'd you get these pictures?
Your sister told me where you're staying.
- How are you? - I'm well, thank you.
Mom, calm down, let me explain.
Yes, I lied to you, I'm not in Bahrain.
I'm in Beirut.
You liar. This is what you do now?
Lie to a mother who's done everything for you?
This is how you treat me? Thanks a lot.
Give me a second to speak.
I'm not coming back today.
I'm in Beirut with my friends and we're staying until after New Years.
Why are you crying?
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice.
I promise I'll be back soon.
Arwa, my love.
- Glad you answered. - Where you calling from?
I reached Beirut.
- You don't know what happened to me. - What?
- Everything okay? - I'm fine.
Don't worry. I'll tell you everything when I see you.
I visited Hady today.
How'd it go?
I didn't cry like I thought I would.
I reached there.
Spoke to him.
I'm really happy that I didn't cry.
I feel better now.
Sorry, I didn't understand how important this was for you.
I miss you.
I wanna leave today and see you.
Tonight is New Year's Eve.
Be with your friends.
I'll see you at home.
I love you.
I love you, too.
- How are you and Arwa? - Everything is going to be alright.