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Don't worry, madam. This was an emergency.
He was the one who brought you to a hospital full of male doctors.
I think, uh… it… it will be all fine.
Especially after he sees his healthy newborn. Don't worry.
NAGA
THE PRESENT
11:56
Is that you?
Your dad says to get ready.
He went to the grocer's, and he'll be back very soon.
Been ready for half an hour.
Sorry for being late. We were in the ER.
Oof! What was it?
We kept calling you, but you were asleep.
What happened?
Take this since you're going to the market.
What's this?
Let's get him a cake. He hurt himself.
-Mom, I don't have time for this. -You have time.
And I'll send you a nice picture of your brother to use, okay?
They don't do that anymore.
Don't you remember Um Mishary's huge cake?
-It had a big photo of him on the cake. -Please, Mom. Let's drop it.
Shh!
Hello, my handsome son. Hello, darling.
I had an operation.
Congrats.
Gum, please.
Damn you!
Whoa! What's going on in this house?
-I swear, I'll pop his other eye. -Pop whose eye? Sarah!
Girl!
Your bones, so delicate
-Don't dare to defy -Defy
The challenge you seek
-You will surely sigh -Sigh
A mere touch from me
-You'll feel the pain -Pain
Persist, and your effort
-Will be in vain -Vain
We once gave you gifts A child enchanted
Today, you flaunt strength
So undaunted
Tread carefully For the wolf draws near
He will shatter your hopes
-Make peril clear -Wow, very good!
A real poet. He speaks from the heart.
It's the match tonight. It's very important.
I'm sure you've prepared the poem for the national team.
Dad, can you pick me up at 11 instead of nine?
I do have one. But I'd rather present it after they win.
Shall I consider this a promise?
If the national team wins, I'll call you myself from the studio.
Yes, call me and be optimistic.
Good. Abu Fahad is optimistic. We'll look forward to hearing your poem.
What about ten?
Uh…
Here. That's her, Dad.
1:00 P.M.
9:59 exactly.
Be ready. Not a minute later, not a minute earlier.
God willing.
-Sorry. We had coffee without you. -It's fine.
Mom is annoying me.
She's more worried about my wedding than I am. As if it was hers.
I don't blame her. We have a lot to do for the wedding.
We still need perfumes.
And we need the rest of the cloth.
Wow. Look. It's really pretty.
Careful.
Sorry.
-Look, I can use this for pillowcases. -Yeah.
Did you even see it? Touch it.
-It's nice but rough. -Because it's grand.
-Excuse me. -Hello.
-How much is it per meter? -360.
Why is it so expensive?
It's silk. Italian silk.
-No, thanks. -Ask other vendors.
-What's that? -Could you bring a cake for Fahad?
He hurt his eye, and Mom wants to cheer him up.
I see. You're going through with it?
Yes. Didn't we agree?
That you go and leave me, not treat me as a servant.
Oof. I'm fed up.
Don't make me beg when I've carried your bags
for the last two weeks without complaining.
-So you don't want to help me? Fine. -What do you mean?
You left me behind in sophomore year to rot in the sun.
Your mom yelled at me.
Sophomore year? You never forget.
You are so spiteful and mean.
How many times have I told you not to call me that?
I'm sorry, but it's true.
If someone once wrongs you, you hold a grudge forever.
Goodbye. Enjoy.
Damn!
Ten for ten! Ten for ten!
-Come and see what we have! -What?
Come check it out! Ten only!
Come check it out! Only ten!
Sorry.
I didn't see you. I'm sorry.
Come and see what we have!
This one is yours.
-Shut up. -Calm down, man.
Abu Mishary, forgive him.
-Listen. Don't talk. -For my sake.
-Please. Let's stop fighting. -That man got me.
Pay it no heed.
Look what you've done! My blood pressure!
-You're a headache! -Seriously!
Every day, you say, "The electrician will come tomorrow."
We're suffocating.
We've been breathing this gas for a week! Enough!
What do you want me to do? I told you the shop is closed.
The guy got busy. You want me to kill him, or what?
-Sort it out. -How?
-I'm losing customers. -The handyman doesn't show!
Take it easy, Abu Samy. It could be a blessing in disguise.
-You never brought me anything good. -It is a blessing.
-Believe me. -Is the shop closed?
Sure. Sorry. I'll open later.
-Ugh. When will you close? -9:30 p.m. God willing.
-I'll come at nine. -God willing.
I'm just saying. All right. All right.
Psst, psst, psst.
Get in. Get in. Get in. Come.
Whoa!
-Am I a donkey? -Of course not, my love.
The henna on your hand is pretty. It reminds me of my grandma.
May she rest in peace.
Did you bring it?
Where?
What's that?
-Trust me. -What do you mean?
Abu Kholoud mixed it with the tea.
Why?
What do you mean? It's the good stuff.
-Is he still with that crazy woman? -Yes, he is.
They might go with us to the camp.
-What? -We're going to a camp.
A camp? A camp in the desert?
No. A camp in the road.
It's far. No.
-No, no, no. -No, no, no.
Just listen.
It's not just the camp.
I swear, I've never seen anything like this in my life.
-Yeah. Whatever. -I'm serious.
You want me to get slaughtered by my dad for a camp?
We won't be late. Trust me. That place is super cool.
Abu Nayef only invites me once a year.
Piss off.
What a mess.
-We're going in this junk? -What do you know about classic cars?
Three people stopped me on my way here to ask me to buy it, and I refused.
Swear we'll be back before nine.
We won't be late. I swear. We'll be back before nine.
Say, "I hope my mom dies if we're late."
I hope my mom dies if we're late.
2:00 P.M.
What's wrong?
Nothing. Don't worry.
What's wrong with you?
Who's that?
Abu Nayef, from the camp.
He said he would send me the location, and he still hasn't.
I'm not sure if he fell asleep or something.
That's fine.
I don't want you to waste your time for nothing.
That's fine.
I'm here for you, not Abu Nayef or Abu shit.
Are you shy?
What's with him?
What a jerk.
Go!
What the hell?
-Go ahead! -Hey, stop it.
Go, go. Overtake. Is he ill?
-Saad, let it go. -Overtake!
-All right. -Saad!
What a douchebag.
On you and your kind!
-I'll tell you what. -Huh?
Let's head back.
Head back? Are you serious?
You want to cancel the whole day because of this douche?
It's still early.
Are you scared?
Damn!
BALILA ZAMAN
It's okay.
-What's okay? -We can head back if you want. Really.
It's okay if you've changed your mind.
-No. It's okay. -I mean it.
Me too.
-All right. -Will I faint?
It never made me pass out.
Can you drive safely?
Yes, yes. Don't worry.
How long?
Three hours. Four hours, tops.
Okay.
Do you feel anything?
4:00 P.M.
My stomach is starting to hurt. I saw the balila seller picking his nose.
Hey!
Hello, hello!
-What are you doing? -What does he mean?
None of your business!
Hey! You'll get us in trouble.
Hey. Hey.
Don't touch me! Get back! Get back!
-What's wrong with you? -Get back!
-Stay away! -Don't scream. Be quiet.
Shh!
Shh! Shush!
Shush!
Hush! God damn you!
-Who's that you're ignoring? -Mind your business.
-Are you upset? -Yes, I am.
I was just kidding. Don't stress.
Sorry, honey. Sorry, baby.
Sorry, love.
No, really. I'm sorry.
-Stay away! -Screw you.
Ho, ho.
Say, "Ho."
-Ho. Ho. -Ho.
Ho.
Ho. Ho.
Yuck.
Chill. Perhaps it's a sign to stop eating so your stomach won't burst.
After all the balila.
A blessing in disguise.
That's the second time I've heard that today.
"A blessing in disguise"?
Yeah.
Wow! Praised be Allah.
Just say you don't want to buy me another.
Faster! Race you!
Whoo-hoo! Let's go!
You're too slow. If I'd ordered mufattah, it would be done.
-One minute. -Quick!
Be patient, please.
What's that?
-It's fire, man. -Fire! Hey!
-Hey! Out! Stay out! -What do you think?
-Huh? -Stay outside. No, no, no, no, no.
-What's this? It's fire! -Out! Out! No!
Out! Out!
I said open up.
-It's dangerous! Don't do that! -He's Muslim, man. What's wrong with you?
-Out! -Open up, man!
-He's a customer. What's the problem? -I said, "Out." No fire!
-No fire! -He's a customer.
What do you mean, "no"? We're only having some fun.
-I want ice cream. Now. -What is that?
-He's not listening to me. -Come inside.
We can't? What do you mean, "We can't"?
Oh wow! Come in, man! Come in!
Wow! Come on!
-Too much ice cream, man! -Leave the machine, guys!
Listen to me. You can't do anything.
-Enough! Enough, guys! -Eat some, man!
That's nice ice cream, isn't it?
We want ice cream. We want ice cream.
-We want ice cream. -Have you seen a wild camel?
-Huh? -Hellooo?
Do you have… a light?
Set them on fire! Set them on fire!
Sure?
Do you have vanilla ice cream? I don't like chocolate ice cream!
Do you have vanilla?
Come on. Let's go. May Allah forgive him.
May God protect you.
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!
You are the wild camel on the run.
I need to ask, why are camels called spiteful?
Um… because if you hit them, they remember.
I thought it was more of a metaphor.
How would I know?
-Yes! Got the location. -Huh?
Abu Nayef sent me the location of the camp.
Are you serious? It's too late. We can't go now.
No, it's very close.
-Ten minutes away, maximum. -Even if it's two minutes, no.
Don't be such a boring toad.
-Boring toad? -Yeah.
I mean, we already came such a long way.
The least we can do is go and see the damn place.
6:00 P.M.
Don't say we're lost.
Saad, let it go and let's head back.
I wanna go back.
What's wrong? Don't worry. We're not lost.
But Google Maps is never accurate.
It's the fences.
I'm sure we're near the camp.
Put some music on and chill.
Watch out!
God damn you!
What kind of idiot are you? Can't you see?!
Open the window! Wind it down!
Open the damn window! Open it, or I'll break it!
-I'm sorry. -What do I do with your "sorry," then?
What will your "sorry" do if you hit my herd, asshole?
Answer me!
-Okay. Calm down. -Don't you dare tell me to calm down!
-Calm down. -Don't tell me to calm down!
Why are you here? What are you doing here?
-We got lost. -What the hell are you looking for?!
-We got lost looking for a camp. -Camp? What do you mean, camp?
Why are you here now?
Abu Fahad's camp.
Abu Fahad's camp? These are all his.
-Blessings upon both of you. -Yeah.
My apologies, brother. May Allah be with you.
Do you know where the camp is or not?
The mother. She's crazy.
Don't worry.
She's tied up.
It's God's will. He takes away, and he gives back.
She's actually pregnant.
Help me. Help me. Help me, brother.
Cover it up so that the mother won't see her child. Cover it.
Cover it.
Bismillah.
6:15 P.M.
Go straight till you see a small mosque with a green minaret.
Turn left. Go till you see a sign…
-Where is my phone? -In front, there's a crossroads.
-And that's the first. -Then turn right.
The second.
The third.
Abu Nayef, you screwed us up!
Man, if you saw how hectic things are here.
Everyone is bringing their friends.
Okay, I'm here.
Yes, yes. I see you.
-You're in your old man's car? -Yeah.
-He doesn't know I took it. -Your dad is wilder than you.
Park, park.
Do you know him?
You got here at the right time.
There'll be a lot of fun.
There'll be dancing and music, and we have a singer.
-Who? -The one and only Shabah Bisha.
You haven't!
Yes. I kept it low-key so we don't get a crowd here.
You have a plus-one?
-Welcome. Welcome. -Thank you.
Come.
Plus-one?
-Clearly, I'm not welcome. -What? Don't be paranoid.
What's wrong?
Don't worry. We'll take a look at the place for a bit and then leave.
You! Get out. Get out!
-Get out! Open! Come on. -You perverts were running away.
Blasphemy and profanity.
Where's the girl who was with you?
No one was with me. I don't know.
8:00 P.M.
-Hello. -Hello?
Hello, Soso.
Hey, Mom.
-Sarah? Hello? -Hello. Yes, Mom?
Why aren't you picking up?
I kept calling you, and you didn't answer.
Sorry, Mom. My phone was on mute tonight. I didn't notice.
I was worried sick.
How are you, my child?
All is good, Mom.
And how's Hadeel? Are you done shopping?
No, we're still shopping.
Uh, Mom, Hadeel is calling me.
Did you get the cake?
-Yes, I'll pick it up at nine. -Good.
Your dad will pick you up at ten.
Don't keep him waiting. He's tired.
And listen, if you're close to Al Hamood,
can you get half a kilogram of cashew nuts and half a kilogram of salted seeds?
God willing.
And say your prayers.
Sarah?
God willing, Mom.
Pick up, girl!
Hoi….
8:00 P.M.
7:00 P.M.
6:25 P.M.
Yes! They're just about to start. Perfect timing.
I'm good. Everything is good. What about you, man?
Oh. Okay. I understand.
-Are you excited? -So young. This one is 20.
This is so beautiful.
Saad.
Just a second.
Do know that girl there? Yeah. Go there. Yeah? Okay.
Come.
Sorry.
Isn't that Abu Kholoud's girlfriend?
That's strange. Where could he be?
Recognize him?
Abu Fahad Hamad Al Waswas.
The famous poet.
That's him?
I've never seen him before, but Dad loves him.
-Don't know why. -Please.
He's considered a genius. A professor.
-The nose of a professor. -A history professor.
Why's he here?
Why? The whole event is organized for him.
Yesterday, he won Poet of Najd. Amazing.
Oh. There he is. Finally.
Hey!
Just a second.
Would you like tea, coffee, or water?
Guys, you need to listen to me.
A cup of tea, Mohammed. Hey!
Hello! Where's your car? I didn't see it outside.
I came in my cousin's truck.
-It doesn't even start. -At least I have a car.
What's wrong?
Want some?
No, thank you.
Don't be shy.
Don't be pushy.
I'm not being pushy, dude. It's called hospitality.
What's up, uh, sweet smile?
Shut up.
You know what?
I never saw meat and dancing together.
Meat? Have some respect.
Oops. She's gone.
3 MISSED CALLS MOM
Guys, you need to listen to me.
CALLING SAAD
Have you seen Abu Nayef?
-Have you seen Saad? -Huh? No, I haven't seen him. Call him.
-What's up? -Did you see the guy I was with?
What does he look like?
What's wrong with him?
Get out of here. This is not a place for you.
Yeah? What happened next?
Hey, Soso!
What's wrong with you?
-You see the guy I was with? -No. He's left you behind.
Girl, what a cool shirt.
You have a Samsung charger?
It's too noisy.
Check here, but I don't think you'll find one.
-What's wrong? -Put him on the table.
Careful, careful. Hold his head from the back.
Take care. Slowly.
Yes. Lift his arms.
-Slide him. -Lift him up a bit.
Enough.
Uh, what's wrong? What happened to him?
I have no idea.
We found him like this. And half the sheep, the same.
-Adham, say nothing to Abu Fahad. -First aid kit.
-We won't tell Abu Fahad? -The first aid kit.
-If he says something? -He won't.
We need to cure him.
-Bring it. Quickly. -God!
We won't say a thing.
Be patient. Pass the water. Please. Please.
-What should I do? -God, I'm gonna throw up.
-Better? -Mm, yeah.
What's wrong with her?
Please go out and sit with your friend.
06:43
06:44
6:45 P.M.
Uh, animal guts don't make me sick.
-Have a Samsung charger? -What's the problem?
The problem is that her dad will make trouble.
Do you have a Samsung charger so she can get home?
Maybe. There might be one around here.
She's scared. Her dad is ruthless.
Your dad really is scary. If I were you, I'd be terrified.
But on a serious note,
is that thing behind your dad's ear because of the incident?
No, Doctor.
Her husband's angry because he only wanted a female doctor.
This was an emergency.
He was the one who brought you to a hospital full of male doctors.
I didn't want him delivering my baby!
-You're talking nonsense, huh? -Huh?
"Huh?"
What do you mean exactly? Are you kidding?
Everyone was talking about it back then. It's not my fault.
And we were just kids. We talked about everyone then.
Right back at you! What?
-Just piss off. -You piss off! You're spiteful.
What a drama queen!
Drama!
-What a load of nonsense. -Uh, excuse me.
-A Samsung charger? -Huh?
-Samsung charger. -Check over there.
My heart is beating fast.
Hey, hey! Sarah!
-She's not okay. -What?
-We have to do something. -Take her!
Is she gonna be okay?
Reem?
-Reem? -An hour to get some water?
-Oh my God. -Tissues, please.
-I don't know. She went that way. -Can't you find tissues?
You need to help me.
-Take care. -Reem! Reem! Reem!
That's the girl who was with her.
-Are you sure? -I swear.
Guys, water, quickly!
-What's wrong with her? -What's wrong?!
She's asking, "What's wrong?"
-It's serious. -Should we send 50 people for it?
-Two guys went to fetch some. -You're lying, or she's lying.
I swear, it's her.
-Reem! Reem! Reem! -Reem!
Are you lying to me? Is she conscious?
-Guys, calm down. -I'm not talking to you.
I'm really so worried.
Don't shine the light in my eyes. Point it here.
-You left her like that? -Don't come near me.
Enough with the light!
-Think that's okay? -Keep away!
-Put the flashlight away. It's in my eyes! -They're getting it.
Shine the light on her, or don't help at all, man.
-Calm down, guys. -Shine it on her. Not on my face.
Guys, guys!
Are you crazy?
-What? -Get off me!
-Where are you going? -Hey!
-I won't get back, and you will answer. -Get off!
No. Calm down. Enough, please!
-Sarah! -Leave her. Let her go.
-Let me talk to you. Wait. -Eat shit.
I know I'm trash, but let me take you home.
Who's gonna take you home?
-You won't find anyone in the desert. -Get back!
All right. Okay. When you calm down, let me know.
Don't tell me to calm down! Look at my face!
Can't you kick her out?
I can't kick anyone out.
Why are you whispering? I am ordering you to kick her out.
Or I swear, you'll live to regret it!
Damn it.
You really messed that up.
What should I do?
You know who her father is?
Start the car.
I'll show you, you pricks.
THE DOOR IS BUSTED PLEASE DO NOT SHUT IT
CONGRATULATIONS
You're taking your time with this poem.
We just want a few compliments for the national team. That's all.
There's no need for a lot of fuss.
No, Abu Fahad. Bless you.
I am writing an excellent poem.
Terrific.
-With a lot of effort and pride. -Fine.
Read it to me.
"Our team's a dream with art supreme"
-Espresso? -Huh?
-Coffee. Do you want coffee? -Espresso? Yes, please.
Come. One espresso.
"Our team’s a dream"
-"With art" -"With art supreme"
"On the pitch"
"And on the pitch Like the top, the cream"
"Our Hawks, the Saudis, always win"
"Our Hawks, the Saudis…"
-And then? -"Always"
"Always win"
-"And on the pitch…" -"Never"
-"Once"
"Once in a championship did they seem"
"They seize titles"
"That radiant did gleam"
"On the fields, they are a winning team"
Anyway, leave the notebook with me. I'll revise it.
Indeed. I'll just leave it here.
Do you know of any chalet for sale?
Huh?
Abu Fahad?
I want…
Out of there, you ass!
Show yourself!
Who are you?
You're the intruder!
-I was charging my phone! -My God!
And you had to charge it here?
Is that how people charge their phones?
Huh? I don't believe you!
You're scared because you're a fraud.
What?
Chill out. I'll charge my phone somewhere else.
She said what, Abdullah?
-No idea, Abu Fahad. -What?
All right! I'll charge it somewhere else!
Chill out, man!
You. You there. Go, bring the telephone.
Fast! Fast!
Hurry up!
No. No!
-Phone, please. -No!
Sir, she not… She not give me phone.
Take it! Take it from her!
-No! -What?
-No! -It's not up to you!
You're not leaving until I see your phone.
I told you, it's dead.
Then charge it.
I'm in a hurry.
Then charge it quickly.
What did she say?
-"I'll show you." -Show us what?
Let's not.
Don't worry about it.
-Yeah, no worries. -It will be fine.
We didn't do anything wrong.
It is unbelievable how she yelled at us for nothing.
The world doesn't work like that.
Don't worry about it.
Keep calm.
Your generation is a joke.
That's the truth. Just trash.
What do you know about poetry, huh?
Your generation can't string a sentence together.
Seriously, seriously, you're nothing but a failure.
-Am I right, Abdullah? -Absolutely, Abu Fahad.
Those… those swords inspire me.
I wish to kiss the swords Their blades are shining
Abu Fahad. A word, please.
Wait. Close the door and sit down.
I'm off, Abu Fahad.
Ah, yes. Goodbye.
Speaking of swords…
If an enemy attacks you like this, how do you defend yourself?
First, you hit him with the hilt like this. Ha!
Then, you pull the sword and throw the sheath. Like that.
Then you grasp it and strike right there. Pah!
If you want to chop off his head, then you hold it like this, you see.
And you direct the strike towards the neck. Ha!
Stand still.
But if the enemy is lying on the ground like this, then it's the sting of death.
The sting of death goes like--
The radio.
Yes, sir. How can I help?
Of course. Yes.
They want to record the poem.
Abu Nayef, my notebook.
07:43
07:44
7:45 P.M.
Give me back my phone.
She ripped the poem.
May Allah rip you both.
INCOMING CALL MOM
Go, go, go, go!
Is something wrong with the electricity?
It's a signal, idiot. It means, "Party's over."
-Get rid of all the drinks. -Oh, why?
Someone alerted the police.
-And the camp is full of drugs. -Oh no.
-Even the imported drinks? -Are you even serious?
Chuck it all away, and let's go.
Okay. Fine.
They're here! They're here!
Hey! Open the door!
Help me!
Let's go!
Faster! Faster!
Here!
Hey, you! Get in!
Come on! Quickly!
Sarah!
-Go! Ignore him! Go! -Stop!
-Get out! -Don't pay attention!
-Go! -Get out!
-What's wrong?
-Go away! -Don't say a word!
-Get out of here! -Shut up!
Damn you!
-Get out of the car, now! -Get out, now!
-Get out! -I won't get out!
-Screw you two! -God damn you!
-Shut up! -Piss off!
God damn you, asshole!
-Are you okay? -Leave me alone.
-Who was the guy? -Leave me alone.
You're stupid to get in a car with a total stranger.
I was stupid to go to the desert with a total prick!
I'll drop you off, and we're done.
-We're done! Seriously! -Shh!
Ah, shit.
Let me out!
I have drugs.
PUBLIC SECURITY
No, no!
No gas.
Come on, Sarah. Move.
Move! Go!
-Get out. Open! Get out. -You perverts were running away?
Blasphemy and profanity. Where's the girl who was with you?
-No one was with me. I don't know… -Be honest and truthful.
Don't mess with us!
-Who do you think we are? -I'm not messing with you.
Listen, girl.
We will catch you one way or another, sooner or later.
This guy you trusted will not protect you.
Praise be to Allah.
-Move, move! -Calm down, for Allah's sake.
-Be quiet! -I told you.
-All right, sir. I heard you. I swear. -Shut up!
To the camp. Scanning in progress.
8:15 P.M.
Dammit!
Hadeel?
-Hey, where are you? -Hello, hello! Hadeel?
Hello?
Hadeel! Help me!
-I hear you now. Why are you screaming? -Hadeel, please come get me now, now.
-How can I pick you up? I'm at home. -I'll tell you later! No time!
What? I can't hear you. And where's your annoying little brother?
Hadeel!
Okay, I got it. Send me your location, and let me come over to you.
Okay. I'll send you where I am.
Good Lord! Let me see where the driver is.
What a mess…
9:00 P.M.
"Who whispers into the hearts of humankind from among jinn and humankind."
"And from the evil of the night and from the evils of the witches."
Do you have a Samsung charger?
-My phone is Samsung. -Really?
You can have a wash over there.
Come and sit here. Sit here. Sit.
You lost your family?
I'll praise them deservedly.
Tonight, I'm not hiding my bias…
Excuse me. It's not a Samsung charger.
Huh?
Yes, it is. Samsung. My phone is also Samsung.
My phone is Samsung. Hmm?
Mm-hmm.
The Samsung charger fits, see?
Uh-huh.
Um, doesn't it fit your phone?
No.
I've got an idea. Why don't you use my phone?
-I don't know their numbers. -Then call the house.
-All out. -Ah. That's a problem.
That's a real problem.
…the ball is passed to the right.
A big problem.
It reaches Otayf. The third goal!
They did it! They did it!
Super!
…one day we'll recover.
No matter how long we falter…
Sorry, but you'll have to deal with a lot of traffic tonight.
It will be busy.
If they win.
The third goal for our national team.
How much do you rent the quad for?
The store is supposed to be closed,
but a group who rented some quads haven't come back yet.
I called them earlier and shouted at them.
If you wait, they'll be here soon. I can drop you at the main road.
Whoo-hoo-hoo!
Whoo-hoo!
-Hey, boy! -Huh?
I told you we'd miss the game!
Now we're missing it!
Oh boy!
Oh! That's too bad!
We'll miss the game!
What can I do?
You're the one who's getting stuck in the sand every two minutes!
Come on! Come on! Come on!
We'll miss the game!
Come on!
Whoo-hoo!
Whoa, look! It's our friend!
Oh, it's her!
Where's your lover?
Where's bighead, huh?
Answer. What's wrong?
Want to come with us?
Speak, girl. Speak. What's wrong?
It's okay. Speak.
-We're all friendly. Except him. He bites. -Shut up!
Hey, boy! Turn off these quads and park them. Move it!
-Chill out, man. No need to shout. -I told you to move it!
What? What do you mean, an extra 300?
You were one hour late.
I called you and warned you if you were late even a minute,
I'd make you pay extra.
And you agreed and went like this. "Tsk."
Ah, "tssk" means no.
Tssk.
Uh-huh. He just agreed with you.
-Said, "Tsk." -No, I went, "Tssk."
And that means, "Tssk. We're not paying."
-Oh, really? -Tsk.
Listen, man. "Tsk" means yes. "Tssk" means no.
Tssk.
You're just keep changing your expression.
Listen carefully. "Tsk" means no.
You get it?
Come on, man. We told you "tsk" means no.
-Tssk. -Do you have a cigarette?
-Tssk. -Tssk.
"Tsk" and "tssk" and "tsssk." Many different meanings!
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
Listen up.
Stop playing games.
And pay the extra money.
And if you don't pay, you won't get back your IDs.
I'll show you.
Oh no! Oh no!
Get the water!
-His hand's covered in fuel. -Oh God.
-Oh my God. -It's burning!
-No! No! -Someone, grab water!
We have to do something!
Hey! Hey!
No! Oh my God!
-Do something! -What is that?
-Do you know where the camp is? -No. We don't.
Go straight
till you see a small mosque with a green minaret.
Then turn left.
And go straight till you see a sign on the right.
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-There's a crossroads. -Okay.
Then you turn right.
You skip the first turn, the second, the third.
-And at the fourth turning… -Fourth turning?
Yes, at the fourth turning, turn right.
After 200 meters, you'll see a sheepfold on the right. Go past that.
And about 700 meters after that, you'll see Abu Fahad's camp on the right.
No! No! No! No!
Please, work!
The man is inside.
-Yes, yes! Hurry! -May Allah help him.
-Carry him! -Here, here. Don't pull him.
-Quickly! -Don't worry!
-Quicker! -Faster, faster!
-Yes. -We need to do something.
Take care.
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Feras AlBrikan…
Feras. And the ball goes out of bounds, and it's a throw-in.
The throw-in will be played.
…play has stopped at the moment,
after Hassan Altambakti's injury. Feras AlBrikan attempts…
Too much stoppage time, however…
The ball's still in play.
And the whistle is heard.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen.
It's a green night in Marsool Park.
Three goals have sealed it.
What a wonderful and confident victory!
What a performance from Salman AlFaraj
and Ali AlHassan and the rest of the team!
Bravo to each and every player,
and to everyone who gave us this amazing team.
This joyous team
that reminds us of our old glory.
The nostalgia. We do not rest on our laurels.
We're coming back.
I'm sure about that. It's a matter of time.
Congratulations, everybody…
Where are you? I've been trying to call you.
And you didn't send the location.
My phone battery was dead. I'm sending you my location. Hurry.
If I leave now, It will take me forever. The streets are jammed.
-Take an Uber. -There's no Uber here, stupid!
-Are you dense? -Listen.
Yelling and screaming won't help you.
I'm just giving you advice.
It's your call.
And honestly, we're grown-ups. It's okay.
My dad once caught me going out with guys.
He yelled at me, and it passed.
He grounded me for a month, but in the end, he appreciated my honesty.
-You bugger off. -After all--
May Allah come to our aid.
-Take me to Riyadh. -No, there is a hospital near here.
-I want to go to Riyadh. -The problem is it's an emergency, so--
Take me!
Okay, okay, to Riyadh.
May Allah forgive me.
DAD I'LL BE THERE AT 11:30
11:15 P.M.
CALLING SARAH
CARPET WORLD - AL-OWAIS FURNITURE
AL JAFFRI SWEETS
We've been breathing this gas for a week! Enough!
INCOMING CALL DAD
ICE CREAM
Sarah!
The cash?
This is for Sarah and Fahad being safe and sound.
-The national team! -The team.
Sarah deserves a sacrifice in thanks.
May Allah watch over them. Someone's evil eye is cursing them.
Sarah, dear, this cake is for you. From the best bakery in Riyadh.
Please eat. This is grace from Allah.
-May Allah watch over you, my love. -The girl is still in shock.
I know. I taught her never to leave the house without reciting…
-Thanks be to Allah. -Always.
-That's undeniable. -God willing, she'll be fine.
God willing, she'll be fine. But the shock takes its toll.
Say she'll be fine. Don't say those other things.
She'll be fine. I'm not saying otherwise.
With us now the elegant poet Hamad Al Waswas,
the winner of Poet of Najd Award.
Greetings, Abu Fahad.
Greetings. And thanks to you.
Abu Fahad, you promised us a poem if the national team won, and they did.
I hope the poem is ready because we'd love to hear it, as promised.
Of course. It's ready.
Please. Go ahead, Abu Fahad.
-Our team’s a dream, with art supreme -Supreme
-And on the pitch like the top, the cream -Cream
Our Hawks The Saudis always win
Never once in a championship did they seem
Beautiful.
They seized titles That radiant did gleam
Gleam
On the fields They are a winning team
Team
Very well read, Abu Fahad.
-God bless you. A poem worthy of respect. -Thank you. God bless you.
If I put my mind to it, I could be a poet like him.
Or even a better one.
Sleep, and take your painkillers.
Our Hawks The Saudis, always, always win
Never once in a championship did they seem
They seize titles That radiant did gleam
Always win
And on the pitch, never--
Out of there, you ass!
Show yourself!
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Hi there. How are you?
-Thank you so much, dear. -Very pretty.
I love this dress on you.
I love these colors. Are these the lilac?
-Yes. -How are you, Sarah? Soso?
-Answer your aunt. -You are miles away.
Come on, girls.
Let's eat.
Oh, that's wonderful.
I can't wait to taste it.
It looks so good!
Come on. Quickly. Let's go to eat.
That looks really delicious.
Oh. It looks delicious.
Let's eat, ladies. Come on.
I'm really very hungry.
Thank you so much, dear.
I love the food.
-Looks amazing. -Delicious.
They don't eat meat.
Oh, hi. How are you?
Come on, ladies. Let's eat.
-I'm so tired. -Come on, girls. Let's eat.
Let's start. Are you hungry?
Oh God.
-How is everything? -Oh!
-Thank you, dear. So much. -Thank you so much.
Oh, that's wonderful!
-And many more! -Thank you.
For your aunt. My gift tomorrow…
It's been so long.
-No way! -I'll come sit beside you.
That's the new generation.
I have to tell you the story. I don't know what happened.
-May Allah bless you all. -These are traditions!
-Yes! -How are you?
Yes, yes! In fact, they like it!
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Subtitle translation by: Ibraheem Mohammed