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[Opening music]

[Calm music]

[Car engine sound]

[Suspenseful music]

[Phone ringing]

Do you have no shame? I told you, it's over between us.

What?

You’ll see. Just like I married you, I’ll divorce you too.

Wow, talk to yourself then.

[Man] Hello? Talk to myself? No, I’ll make you talk to yourself.

When you walk down the street, watch your back!

Show me how you’ll divorce me, sweetheart.

I’ll remind you who you’re married to.

Hello? Answer me!

I’ll call the cops on you!

Calm down, man. God forbid the cops come.

Who are you?

I’m "Sameh." Who are you?

Yeah, "Sameh," my dear, my heart.

Take your time, I’ve got nothing but free time.

You could say unemployed.

No, no, one thing at a time.

Tell me your problem, and with God’s help, I’ll solve it.

[Background music]

[Car horn sound]

Does the moon rise in the morning or what?

Sorry I parked in your spot.

Is your car on cables or just barely holding up?

It’s barely holding.

Can you believe this whole building has only one working elevator?

[Sighs]

You’re so tense.

Are you going to see the psychiatrist upstairs?

Excuse me? Are you mocking me?

Sweet.

[Elevator sound]

Step to the right, step to the right.

You new around here?

[Sighs]

Sweet.

[Sighs]

Alright, go ahead.

Actually, it’s not my floor.

Feeling cramped? White or dark chocolate?

Excuse me?

Relax, we’ve got a long way to go.

No thanks. How about some honey?

Sandwiches?

Something cold?

No, that’s a grocery store.

You know, once I took the elevator at midnight and arrived at 1:20 AM.

And I even took the express. [Laughs]

[Elevator shaking sound]

What happened?

It stopped. Broke down.

Broke down?

Happens all the time.

Excuse me, do you have an "Othman" here?

"Othman" who?

You know, when elevators break, you call "Othman"?

You mean the doorman? Ours is named "Desouky Gabran," father of "Fayza."

"Desouky! Desouky!"

He won’t answer.

Because "Desouky Gabran," father of "Fayza," took "Fayza"

and went on vacation to "Aswan."

Just shut up, shut up!

Why are you so worked up?

[Screams]

What’s wrong?

I’m claustrophobic! Claustrophobic!

And I’m "Badr El-Nosani." Pleasure to meet you.

Are you joking?

You don’t know what happens to claustrophobics in closed spaces!

What’s this "claustro-phobia"? What’s wrong, miss?

What’s wrong? What’s happening?

Oh no! "Desouky! Desouky!"

"Desouky! Fayza!"

Calm down!

[In English] Calm down. Someone call the psychiatrist.

[In English] Calm down.

"Desouky! Fayza!"

You crazy girl!

Madam "Rasha," welcome!

Get me Mr. "Askar," quick!

Please, take a seat for 3 minutes while I inform him.

I won’t sit. I don’t have time.

But he has very important clients inside.

Seriously!

Madam "Rasha," just a second...

Just give me a moment to tell him.

What’s going on?

Who dares stop me?

I’m "Rasha El-Wardani"!

You’re still sitting? Trust in God.

Sir, if we knew you were coming, we’d have scheduled another appointment.

On the contrary, it’s a great honor to meet you.

We should discuss potential collaborations.

Later.

Let’s schedule another appointment, Mr. "Askar."

We’ll stay in touch, okay?

Now, tell me what’s really going on?

"Rasha," I don’t like your attitude today.

Company troubles?

He divorced me.

What? Who made you look like this?

What’s wrong with you?

Did you fight?

None of your business. Is this thing working?

And the lighter.

Thanks a lot.

So, what happened?

Stop meddling in my life.

What? A bus?

Why, "Salah"?

I swear, you got beaten up.

"Maha."

Yes?

I want you to take up sports.

Why?

Something to keep you busy instead of me.

Fine, hand it over.

No, no, no. I’ll be upset with you, "Rasha."

How can you say such things, girl?

You’ve only been married for 3 months.

Already? [Laughs]

And you forgot your wedding was the talk of Egypt.

A wedding fit for royalty, mashallah. Use your head!

Okay, I don’t want a divorce.

I’m happy...

Uncle "Fouad Askar" is very happy with you. Be reasonable.

Now I want a khula because he won’t divorce me.

Jackass.

What kind of jackass marries someone like you and divorces?

"Divorce is the most hated lawful act in the sight of Allah."

I came to see the best lawyer in the country.

Not a marriage officiant.

Marriage officiant?

"Rasha," my dear...

I consider myself like a father to you, may God have mercy on his soul.

Prayers for his soul.

My father is with God.

My father is with God.

Anyway, you now want to file an urgent khula case.

Ah, you want a khula case?

That’s not my field, not my expertise.

What do you mean, not your expertise?

Seems you’re not paying attention, Madam "Rasha."

Look in front of you. See who I am.

I am "Fouad Askar," the lawyer—a very big lawyer.

I’m the terror of lawyers in this country.

You see this library in front of you? I have 15 more like it in my head.

Big books like this.

I take on one case, any case in the country,

and all courts stand at attention.

They study my arguments, teach them to law students.

Because I handle big cases.

Yeah. Bribery cases.

Drug cases—I’m the corruption guy.

I don’t take clients below ministerial rank.

And now you want me to handle a khula case?

My downfall! Yes, my downfall!

A tragic end to my political and literary future.

Okay, Mr. "Assem," the retainer agreement with you will be canceled tomorrow morning.

And we’ll also cancel the 50,000 EGP check

that you receive every month to pay your staff outside.

[Laughs]

You’ve always been hot-headed. I swear, you’re extra fiery today.

Can’t a man joke with you?

My case is more important than any of yours.

And I’m more important than your minister clients.

Calm down, Madam "Rasha." [Laughs]

How about a cold lemonade in the VIP lounge?

Now I understand the situation.

With all due respect, Mr. "Sameh,"

you’re a spineless man—no, worse than that,

a pushover.

A man whose wife walks all over him...

should get surgery and become like her, no offense.

Yeah.

Hello?

"Sameh"? Is he high or something?

Taxi? "Between the Palaces"?

[Singing] "This talk, this talk is too much, ah!"

You didn’t tell me,

what do you think of this story?

It’s great.

But why didn’t you take the beard at all?

Seriously, is this a thing?

[Crying] What’s wrong?

I wore the hijab and he didn’t like it, I took it off and he still didn’t like it.

Tell me, what more can I do?

May God guide you.

"Badr," "Maha," join us in the VIP lounge.

[Background music]

You?

You again?

What’s wrong?

Mr. "Fouad."

Since you listened to her, you should listen to me too.

I didn’t approach her.

She has panic attacks in enclosed spaces.

You messed with the elevator buttons to make it stop.

Why would I? Am I a kid?

What’s this, son? Do you know the lady?

Not at all.

Then why are you fighting like roosters?

Let me explain.

Shut up.

Sir...

And you, "Badr."

Madam "Rasha," owner of the largest ready-made clothing company,

and a world-renowned fashion designer.

What, son?

"Can the moon be hidden?"

Her reputation precedes her.

We’ve seen her often on fashion shows on TV.

And these, ma’am, are Ms. "Maha El-Elm Eldin,"

and Mr. "Badr El-Nosani," the lawyer

That’s a lawyer?

No, a couch potato. Not my type, madam.

And a peasant too!

Get her a lawyer from the duty-free shop, Mr. "Fouad."

Or from "Groupie with Cream."

Wait, "Badr."

Madam "Rasha"...

If you’re serious about divorcing your husband,

only these two can make it happen.

They could divorce a lion from its mate.

But I need you to explain the case details to them.

I won’t coach you, boys.

Sir, we’ve got this.

Alright, I’ll leave you to it.

By the way, madam...

A lawyer doesn’t need to look good to the client—

they need to look good to the court and the judge they’re pleading before.

Oh, and the guy in front of you? Holds a Master’s in Law.

Sir...

"Badr."

My name is "Badr."

As in "full moon."

[Stammering] Let’s get to the details.

What are the legal grounds...

for your khula petition against your husband?

Can you translate, please?

Translate?

Meaning, what’s the reason for the conflict?

That simple?

Yes.

He snores.

Yes!

Yes!

He snores!

You want a khula because your husband snores?

Yes.

He snores... at home?

Obviously.

Wait—he snores while sleeping?

Obviously!

That’s neglect. That’s reckless.

What’s the world come to?

Since when do respectable men snore in their sleep?

I’m fed up! I didn’t know marriage would be this boring.

How long have you been married?

3 months.

Three months?

And what kept you silent all this time?

You’re right. I’ve been too patient with him.

Rest assured, madam. I’ll plead this case and win.

But I’ll plead for your husband. "He snores"? Really?

Everyone snores!

The judge might snore too. What then?

What’ll we say?

You need a lesson in "marital obedience."

By God’s grace, if you were my wife,

I’d turn your marital bed into a straw mat with no water.

And I’d snore at you day and night, with or without reason.

I’d even get you an electric snoring machine!

Good luck, madam. Your case is doomed.

This guy needs to be fired.

I can’t fire him.

Why not?

His dad would ruin me.

Who’s his dad?

The mayor.

The mayor?

You’re scared of some mayor?

What if he were a governor? Would you still cower?

I’d fire him even if he were the prime minister’s son!

I’d kick him out. But...

Hajj "Abdel Rahim El-Nosani." [Laughs]

He controls 25,000 electoral votes.

If he says "vote camel," 25,000 camel ballots appear.

If he says "vote lock,"

25,000 locked-and-barred ballots appear.

Firing his son means losing elections—

Out of the game.

And why do you care?

You want a divorce? Fine, you’re divorced.

"Maha," handle her.

What’s the issue, "Maha"?

Sir, madam has no convincing grounds.

No court would take her case seriously.

And our angle is...

Sir, we’ve got it.

But she must agree first.

I’ll leave the office.

Explain it to her privately.

You women understand each other.

Hmm?

Hmm.

Miss "Maha" will present the plan.

If you agree, consider yourself divorced on the spot.

[Upbeat music]

Look, Madam "Rasha,"

divorce and khula require strong reasons.

Ironclad reasons.

Does he beat you?

He wouldn’t dare.

[In English] My guards would chop him up.

You have [in English] guards?

Why else would I dress like this?

That’s inappropriate!

Madam "Rasha," is he stingy? Doesn’t provide?

I don’t need his money. We’re both rich—

money means nothing here.

I told you—he snores. He’s dull. Boring.

Ah!

Is he... good?

What do you mean?

His health, I mean. Is he fit?

Like a mule.

A mule? Say no more!

I mean... when you’re together, intimately.

[Whistles]

Good?

[In English] You mean sexual relations?

When we sleep together, you mean?

Does he stay a mule, or turn into a goat?

I can’t say if he’s good—he’s my first man.

But the bed looked like a wrestling ring.

God bless the Prophet.

Now we’re getting somewhere.

For khula, you need one solid reason.

Say he’s impotent.

But he’s not.

He’s not? Then thank God for your blessings!

Endure the snoring and—

Okay, okay! He’s impotent.

Always has been.

We’ll write that in the petition.

"Impotent." Done.

"Impotent."

"Impotent."

[Ululations]

[Joyful music]

[Cheers]

Stop! Enough, you two!

You’re a pair of disasters.

[Suspenseful music]

One word—no equivalent—and I want an answer.

Who here wanted to report this to the authorities?

Me, Your Honor.

Why’d you do that, boy?

The fight was huge, blood everywhere!

Only the central security could break it up.

And you—acting all high and mighty lately?

Your Honor...

Tell them, boy!

Tell them you’re an informant for the new detective.

Didn’t he get you that mobile phone card?

Mobile!

The one your mother sold her copper to buy?

Don’t think Hajj "Abdel Rahim El-Nosani"

misses anything behind his back.

Would you men tolerate an informant among you—

stirring trouble?

[All] No, Your Honor!

"Guard Chief"!

At your service, Mayor.

Take that phone from the spy and smash it.

Give him two lashes—third on his back—

and throw him out of council.

Your orders, boss.

[Groans]

Done, Your Honor. Handled.

Tea break.

But let it be known:

The guilty will pay a fine of one acre of land.

Then we’ll make up, sweet as milk, and be friends again.

We’ll reconvene after the break.

Mr. "Askar" says draft Madam "Rasha’s" petition.

Since when do courts handle snoring and boredom?

We won’t say "snoring and boredom."

Then what?

"Impotent."

"Impotent" how, exactly?

"Impotent."

Then what was he doing? Solving it himself?

That’s a cheap trick, miss. I’m done with this case.

"Guard Chief."

Ready, Mayor.

Briefly, what’s your report on the fight between the families?

Frankly, no sugarcoating.

The kids, Your Honor, were coming from school.

The school they’d just whitewashed.

Ugh, he’s sugarcoating! Continue!

And you know the school path

runs along the canal opposite our village.

You’re describing it? I know it!

Continue, Guard Chief.

The boy "Khaled," son of "Faris," saw—God forgive me—women washing dishes by the canal.

His eyes wandered. He stared.

Shame!

Damn it!

That’s disgraceful!

"Khaled" spotted "Latifa," wife of "Awad Abu Shaqfa."

Sir!

And—God forgive me—she wasn’t wearing underwear.

"Underwear," meaning...

What’s this "underwear," Mayor?

Know that, and you’ll be real mayors.

Continue.

The boy should’ve looked away, but he waited for her son.

Son of who?

Son of "Awad Abu Shaqfa’s" wife.

Sir!

He told her son what he saw, and they fought.

Families got involved, and chaos erupted.

What does "Faris’s" family say?

"A boy’s mistake," Your Honor.

And "Awad Abu Shaqfa’s" family?

What’s your take, "Awad"?

The boy’s ill-mannered—

deserves his neck wrung.

And the elders’ opinion?

"Faris’s" son is guilty. His family must pay "Awad Abu Shaqfa" one acre of land.

Sir!

Sit down!

All in favor, raise your hands.

Approved.

[Ululations]

Quiet, you two!

There’s more to discuss.

"Consultation never fails." And I won’t consult just anyone—

No, I’ll consult the lawyer.

"Badr Abdel Rahim El-Nosani."

The standing judge.

[All] May God grant him success. May God grant him success.

Hand me the guard’s phone.

You’re dead!

We must review the prosecution’s findings. [Phone rings]

Hello. How are you, boss?

God bless you, boss. You too.

At your service, Hajj.

Who?

"Awad Abu Shaqfa’s" wife? [Laughs] I know her.

That old hag’s still alive?

She’s the reason school absenteeism spiked.

[Suspenseful music] Hold on!

Where was the boy standing? By the sycamore tree?

Boss, I know where she sits. I’m asking about him.

The boy, the boy.

He couldn’t see well from there.

He should’ve stood left of the sycamore.

This case is clear as day.

The guilty one, my friends, is "Awad Abu Shaqfa."

Her husband—he let her go out washing

without underwear!

Had she been properly covered,

the temptation wouldn’t exist.

A boy his age, in puberty, has to look.

Deprived, boss. He had to.

Her negligence—maybe even intentional—is the cause.

Exactly, boss. That’s it.

At your service, Hajj.

Goodbye.

Had "Latifa," wife of "Awad Abu Shaqfa"...

Sir!

You’re choking me, "Awad"!

...left her house fully covered, top and bottom,

would the boy have seen anything?

[All] No, Your Honor!

If any of you

saw a woman—God forgive me—exposed,

would you stare or close your eyes?

[All] Close them!

Which of you is the Prophet Joseph?

Hear the verdict:

"Faris’s" son is innocent.

And "Awad Abu Shaqfa"...

Sir!

Enough with the "sir"!

You in the military, buddy? Fine!

You owe one acre of land—or its cash value—

so next time your wife goes out, you’ll make her wear all her clothes.

Is this justice, Mayor?

Yes, "Awad," this is justice.

Court adjourned.

[Table sounds, spoon clattering]

"Badr."

Huh?

You’re overdoing it with "Maha." She likes you, and you’re giving her bitterness.

She feels? She’s stubborn.

Any other girl would’ve left my nonsense long ago.

I’ve never felt anything for her. Not my type.

Wishy-washy. Sometimes veiled, sometimes not.

Sometimes dyes her hair—so extra!

Her job rubbed off on her.

How?

If I marry her and kiss her, she might sue me for harassment!

Like we need more courts in this house!

Are you breathing or making decisions?

This is my first chair.

"Chair"? You’re drunk!

Here.

Stay with me, "Salah."

I’m here.

I want to marry a classy woman.

See that lady who wanted a khula because her husband snores?

We’re in a different league now. She’s too refined for you, "Badr."

Where you going?

Listen—

"Salah," how do you know if you snore or not?

[Suspenseful music]

[Alarm clock sound]

[Snoring sound]

[Snoring sound]

[Snoring sound]

[English song]

[Man] Hey, sir! Someone shut this man up!

Can I help you?

Where are we?

"Healthy Clubs."

A health club?

Yes.

"Healthy" how?

Healthy equipment, ceramics, combinations...

Who are you? What do you want?

I’m a public servant with legal authority.

Is this the chosen establishment of Mr. "Sameh Mohamed El-Atrami"?

Yes.

Is he here?

He owns the club. What do you want with him?

I have a notice for him to receive in person.

She actually filed the lawsuit!

Seems so, sir. Just like the notice says.

What does it say?

It says... it says...

Spit it out!

It says... don’t you know, sir?

Better you read it yourself, sir.

Here you go.

Give it.

[Suspenseful music]

What!

"What" what?

I don’t know!

I told you!

No, boss, this is injustice! You’ve been wronged!

Disgraceful, boss!

Hey, "Nihal."

Delivery in a month—no delays.

Get me "Christine" and come to my office.

[In English] Here’s "Christine." We’re ready.

Hey, "Christine."

Not bad. [In English] Turn around, please.

The neckline needs to be higher.

Sir, the dress design—

We must adjust for foreigners. Our chests are... blessed, mashallah.

2 cm higher.

Okay.

Hello.

Hey, Monsieur "Tony."

I told you—I can’t offer more discounts.

My products fly off the shelves. [Phone rings]

["Sameh"] I don’t know, "Rasha"? I don’t know?

That’s my final word, sir.

And you can say it to my face again!

["Rasha"] You’re not pleasing me either.

Not pleasing you?

One sec, "Tony."

There’s a "Tony" too?

No, I’ll show you something you’ve never seen in your life.

Sorry, "Tony," we’ll talk later.

2 cm higher enough, sir?

[Car engine sound]

[Car engines]

[Dance music]

[Spanish song]

You know who you’re dancing with?

What’s it to you? I can dance with anyone.

Patience—your turn’s coming.

She’s my wife.

I know.

Did you ask me to dance with her?

You weren’t here.

Then why do phones exist?

[Screams]

You’re a savage! They should lock you in a zoo!

You ain’t seen nothing yet!

[Calm music]

Bravo to me—I won the bet.

What?

I bet myself you’d still die for me.

Can’t stand me with anyone else.

Excuse me?

Savage. I love savagery.

Dance with me.

[English song]

Think I’m a pushover? You sent me a legal notice to dance with you?

Screw you—you’re here because of your lawyer’s mistake!

I said I missed you, that you turned the world upside down to find me.

To take me in your arms.

Playing with me, "Rasha"? I’ll show you what I’ll do.

[Car horn]

[Car engine]

If "Sameh" shows up, don’t let him in.

[Security] But, sir...

You’ll listen to me.

At your service, sir.

[Car engine]

[Suspenseful music]

Wait here. If police come, stop them. Understood?

That’s all I ask.

What’s up?

Businessman "Magdy Omran" wants to meet you.

New client?

Yes.

You know the rules, girl.

New clients go straight in.

Got it, sir.

[Suspenseful music]

Welcome, Mr. "Magdy."

I’m not "Magdy."

Then who are you?

You’ll see.

Sit down—why stand?

Hands off the bell.

Okay.

[Phone rings] Don’t touch the phone.

What’ll you do? Calm down.

Did this lawsuit come from you?

Of course.

Did you write it?

What’s this case about?

Read it and see.

God, is this...

Are you "Sameh El-Atrami,"

husband of the esteemed Madam "Rasha El-Wardani"?

The "impotent" one? I’m impotent?

Whoever says that is a liar.

If you don’t know, should I know? [Laughs]

Easy, "Sameh"—this is legal jargon.

Routine language, "Sameh."

Answer me—did you write this?

By whoever brought us together unannounced—

What do you think? This blessing before me—

Cut it short.

We don’t handle such cases.

No divorce, no khula—God forbid!

But for Madam "Rasha"...

So you wrote it.

Sir, I didn’t write or even read it.

Then who? Talk!

Two lawyers in my office.

Bring them here now!

Can I at least press the bell?

[Suspenseful music]

What’s wrong, Mr. "Fouad"?

The defendant is Madam "Rasha El-Wardani’s" husband.

A passing phrase in the lawsuit displeased His Honor.

It seems, boys,

it was a typo.

[Laughs]

We’re your students, sir, following your lead.

The petition is 100% accurate.

So you’re the one who wrote it?

No, it was the lady.

Neither I nor the lady...

Enough talk.

You didn’t write it?

No.

Then you go ahead.

Where do you think you’re going?

Listen, sir, you need to understand we know our job very well.

It’s natural to find things in the petition you don’t like.

You’re the opponent—should we write you poetry or sing your praises?

And where’s the sentence that’s bothering you so much?

I wrote the petition, and I stand by every word in it.

He doesn’t know. How did you know I don’t know?

Your wife told me.

Liar.

That’s between you and her.

Right, were we sleeping in your bed?

The lady will go in alone.

A man and his wife—why should we interfere?

Wait here.

Stay with us—family matters. Anyone want a smoke?

Hey, kid.

What do you want now?

Something very simple.

I’m here to prove I know.

And how exactly will you prove that?

Prove it right here in the office?

Kid, submit your documents to the court.

God! We’re the opponents, kid.

Then may we excuse ourselves, sir?

Wait, where are you going?

It’s not right for us to see you in this state.

You call this a "state"?

Don’t leave, Badr.

I need solid testimony from someone trustworthy—

That I know, and you’re my witness.

Has anyone ever told you you’re a lowlife, disrespectful, and clueless—

About decency?

What did you just do?

What happened? You deserve to be thrown out twice.

Once for your audacity, and again for being clueless.

[Screams]

What the—?!

[Groans]

It’s fine. It’s fine.

Do I know or not?

Don’t ask me anything right now.

What are you doing, you maniac?!

I’ll show you what "clueless" means!

You’ve lost your mind!

[Screams]

You’re attacking a woman!

[Groans and screams]

I should’ve joined the Air Force.

Badr!

Stop that madman!

What’s going on?!

What’s wrong with him?

You’re the toughest guy in Egypt.

Hit him, Badr!

I’m hitting him, but he won’t go down!

God help us!

Goodbye, Badr!

Is he coming for you?!

[Screams]

There is no god but Allah!

May God have mercy on your soul, kid.

Stay away from her! Badr!

Badr!

[Screams]

[Glass shattering]

What’s wrong, genius? Attacking now?

Hit him! Hit him!

Kill him, Badr!

Get down!

Finish him, Badr!

You think this will protect you, buddy?

Yeah.

[Screams]

[Laughs]

What’s so funny, losers? I get beaten up, and you’re joking around?

You’re the one who stopped us.

Hand over your keys and phones! You’re all under arrest!

[Phone rings]

Hello? Who’s this?

Yeah, Samouha? Yeah, my love.

Did you forget about me?

I’m the phone guy. God!

I’m upset with you, Samih.

No calls, no texts, not even a song for your love.

I thought you went to Sharm for a tan or something.

Yeah.

Come over here.

Take it easy.

Who’s in charge here?

Relax.

I’m exhausted.

Get well soon.

His hands are brutal.

Take it easy, champ.

This case is mine now.

I’ll tear you apart, whether you know or not.

But I can’t forgive myself for letting this happen to you because of me.

Take it easy, ma’am.

You might make him feel worse.

Yeah, he’s embarrassed.

Sorry.

Hello?

Didn’t I call for an ambulance?

It hasn’t arrived yet. Hurry!

An ambulance? Ma’am, these are just bruises.

On the way home, I’ll get him a kilo of cucumbers for his face—done.

"On the way home"? Are you his wife?

No.

Fiancée?

No, no, fiancée? I just ran into her on my way.

Just showing some pity, being kind.

You’ve always been helpful, Badr.

Of course.

Clearly, he’s a noble and honorable man.

Chivalry is in our blood.

Nothing special.

No, Badr.

The bravery and integrity you just showed—

Proves you’re extraordinary.

Nah, ordinary.

All farmers are like that, FYI.

Here you go, Doc.

Hey, Doc.

[Ambulance siren]

What’s that siren—

Shh.

I don’t trust this doctor.

Shh.

[Alarm sound]

I don’t know how to thank you.

It’s too much. Way too much.

Shh.

Too much? This is nonsense.

After careful examination—

The best treatment is to slice some long, ribbed cucumbers—

And place them evenly over the injured areas—

Along with circular slices over the eyes for several hours daily.

Is it that serious?

What, Doc?!

I was gonna get him 2 kilos of cucumbers and call it a day.

That’s the "cucumber treatment" I meant.

Cucumbers as treatment?

The world is turning to herbal remedies—

And natural solutions.

Fine, fine, as long as he recovers.

Let’s just go home.

No.

First, we buy 2 kilos of cucumbers.

How?

Ask the driver.

Doc, I’ll handle the bill.

[Man over loudspeaker] All cars, stop at the cucumber cart.

[Man over loudspeaker] All cars, stop at the cucumber cart.

2 kilos of cucumbers, please.

Make them thick and firm.

Pick them yourself.

Thank God you’re safe, Mr. Badr.

I’m touched by your kindness.

Can I have your phone to check on you?

Sure, sure.

Man, your phone’s been missed.

Here, don’t hang up.

No, you misunderstood—I meant your number. Can you give it to me?

Sorry, thought you wanted the phone.

You’ll give her your number, but I’ve been asking for a year?

Doc.

What’s wrong with a farmer dipping ice cream in bread?

Depends if it’s toast or Kaiser.

[Singing in English]

Definitely smart.

What?

If he’s a lawyer with a master’s and military connections, he’s definitely smart.

Wanna act smart?

Yeah!

Brave, honorable, not just muscles.

Who got you so worked up?

That vulture.

A farmer.

You know anything about those farmers?

You want a gardener?

I shouldn’t have talked to you.

Bye-bye.

Did she just hang up?

[Soft music]

You’re something else, Helmy.

Mahmoud, wait a sec.

The ice cream’s coming.

Mr. Ahmed.

Here, take a seat.

I apologize for what happened.

No, I should apologize to you.

You’re really upset?

Not because I got beaten up and almost lost an eye—

But because I can’t stand seeing you with that dinosaur.

There are plenty of days ahead. You’ll get a better chance.

I hope so, Rasha.

Tell your mom someone who loves music heard you and said—

One day, you’ll be a famous singer.

My mom’s in the countryside, but I’ll tell her.

And I’ll tell the whole world.

The song you sang at the party was beautiful.

You’re more beautiful.

How did that song go?

"Why blame me if you saw his eyes..."

"How beautiful they are..."

"You’d say my distraction..."

"And sleepless nights..."

Can you sing it?

Sure.

[Singing] "Why blame me..."

"Why blame me..."

"If you saw his eyes..."

[Phone rings]

"How beautiful they are..."

"You’d say my distraction and sleepless nights..."

"Aren’t too much for him..."

Singing, nightingale?

No, buddy!

[News broadcast music]

Hello? Hello?

[News anchor] A devastating earthquake...

Yeah.

Where’d you go?

[News anchor] ...the Mediterranean, measuring 7.0 on the Richter scale...

Your phone’s with me, you clown.

I swear I’ll dip ice cream in bread.

Frankly, Miss Maha, you ruined the moment.

If I’m dipping ice cream in bread, I might as well mix it with cough syrup.

[News anchor] Wildfires continue in Colorado...

For the past three days...

That’s it.

In one of the state’s forests...

The world’s full of disasters.

Requiring aid from multiple states...

What did these people do to deserve this?

[Phone rings]

And at least 5,000 injured.

[Phone rings]

[Phone rings] [News outro music]

Hello?

Did I wake you?

Not at all, beautiful.

["Why Blame Me" plays]

I’d regret it forever if I disturbed you.

I wanted to check on you.

["Badr"] That’s it?

Did you put cucumber slices?

Yes, but they’re useless now. Stay with me a second.

["Abdel Halim"] "The lover’s prisoner, my melting heart—

the lover’s prisoner, my heart..."

Hello.

I don’t want to worry you further.

Worry me? You make me happy.

Take your time. Call me till dawn, God willing.

Till sunrise, till the next court session.

["Badr"] "A wave of perfume, silken hair—

fluttering on cheeks,

then flying away, flying."

["Rasha"] Hello.

Yes, yes, I’m here.

Actually, I wanted to see you.

Gladly. Me too. Where?

At the factory.

["Badr"] No, what factory?

That place is all workers and crowds— I hate crowds.

"Badr."

"Badr’s eyes."

Like you stood by me against "Sameh," I need you at the factory.

I’ll stand.

And inspect the workers.

Inspect.

Oversee operations.

Oversee.

Check the ledgers.

Check.

Want me to "check" now?

No, not now. When you’re better. Bye.

["Mariam Fakhr El-Din"] "Your audience will grow."

"Who knows? Maybe one day we’ll meet, and I’ll remind you."

Need a ride?

["Abdel Halim"] Thanks, home’s near.

Goodnight.

And you.

[Car horn]

Who are you here for?

Madam "Rasha," please.

Name and purpose of visit.

"Badr El-Nosani," lawyer.

Welcome, sir! Please, come in.

You honor us all.

Open the gate.

[Suspenseful music]

What’s this?

Please.

Something wrong?

Please.

Our current situation.

Please.

[Calm music]

[Camera shutter sounds]

Today’s no ordinary day, "Badr."

Is the Minister coming?

You came—this is the least we could do.

Me?

Yes.

Please inspect the factory.

After you.

I don’t know what to say.

Quick question: will these flowers bloom again?

[Laughs]

This factory was built by the great "El-Wardani" in 1911.

Sadly, it was destroyed in World War I.

We weren’t even in World War I.

Grandpa used to say that.

If Grandpa said it, it must be true. He’d know.

But the great "El-Wardani" persevered.

They besieged him?

He rebuilt this factory, which began producing undergarments—

after we imported them.

God bless him,

as He blesses all exposed.

Sadly, it was destroyed in World War II.

Did Hitler only target your grandpa’s factories?

Is this that same factory?

Of course not.

Then where’d it go? Hitler’s dead!

"El-Wardani Jr." started anew and built this one.

Praise God.

Visionary man.

He built this in 6th of October City, specializing in suits.

But Madam "Rasha," with her genius and artistry,

added The Latest Ladies’ Fashion.

How’d you add that?

We had to, "Badr."

It’s important.

This graph shows "El-Wardani" production

from 1911 to present.

I’m suffocating...

Coming with me or staying with "Michelle"?

Stay where? I’m with you.

Thanks, "Michelle."

Thanks for nothing.

[Machine sounds] [Suspenseful music]

Good—it’s sweat-resistant.

Focus on the zipper issue—

a broken zipper ruins the pants’ fit...

Relax, take it easy.

What are you doing?

What does it look like? Sewing.

Married?

Single.

Kids?

Single, sir. Single.

Get her a husband— preferably from Taiwan.

Let’s give them a raise too.

Not so fast. Not on the first visit. After you.

What’s this puffing?

So skilled at puffing!

My design—but it exhausted me.

It’s exhausting. For anyone.

The latest baby doll model.

This is it!

I’ve dreamed of seeing this.

Gorgeous.

Really?

The design... and functionality—

if a woman wears it, does it stay put or slip?

"Wears it"?

Where’s the catalog?

This breakthrough conquered global markets.

This conquered markets?

Successfully.

I suggest consulting the pioneer

Madam "Awad Abu Shaqfa."

[Speaking English]

"Badr," she’s a designer?

Not just a designer—a legendary one.

She’s been around for generations.

What’s this? No, no.

I can’t handle this. It’s too much.

Delicate, right?

Delicate? It’s scandalous. Bloodthirsty!

The latest in swimsuits.

We make it a one-piece.

One-piece?

Yes.

What’s left uncovered?

No, "Badr," I mean one-piece.

I’m not a beach person.

Try the Nile, then.

I host [in English] weekend yacht tours.

Join me next weekend?

I’d join you in hell.

Consider it a date?

Consider it.

"Rifaat."

What’s this?

Something wrong, sir?

81.

What’s "81"?

Madam "Rasha."

Oh, Mr. World War.

I need these 12 suits ready in two days.

Include 3 dozen shirts.

One silk, two premium linen—all colors.

Plus pajamas, underwear, and socks.

What’s going on?

What, Madam? This whole tour just to trap the client?

Sorry, I can’t afford your prices.

The lawyer divorcing me must be Egypt’s most stylish.

Don’t worry—we’ll charge you wholesale.

Then I’ll take one suit.

2 cm.

What’s "2 cm"?

What’s "2 cm"?

What’s "2 cm"?

Come here. What’s "2 cm"?

What’s "2 cm"?

[Suspenseful music]

What’s wrong?

No, thanks.

Done. I’m suffocating.

[Phone rings]

Hello? Yes.

Okay.

Okay.

[Kisses phone]

What’s this? Back off!

What’s wrong?

[Suspenseful music]

Sir. Sir.

Something wrong?

Mr. "Badr"?

[Phone rings]

"Bonjour."

What?

Why the attitude? Never seen a star face-to-face?

Star? What star?

What’s with the ego?

Ah. Ignorance at work.

I know you don’t understand fashion.

Your peak is hair gel

and skirts tailored by the men’s tailor on your street corner.

Me?

My fault for trying so hard to impress you.

Your "hard" wasn’t up to my standards.

Oh, you’re Versace-raised now?

I know your roots.

Madam’s the one dressing you up.

You shaved your mustache for her.

So what if I bought from her? Is that a crime?

The crime is living off women’s labor.

I’m not living off women!

I just bought at factory price.

My money, my choice.

Forgot who my father is?

No, I remember.

Good you reminded me.

[Emotional music]

[Playful music]

What’s this? Time moves forward—

and you’re the only one

moving backward.

Shame on you. [Both laugh]

"Shame"? Really?

When the moon itself stands by you,

would you feel shame?

Can you believe this?

Don’t you dare.

The phone. The phone.

Right on time!

God help me. I’m not answering.

No, answer—what if it’s "Badr"?

That brute! God help me!

Hello? Hajj "Abdel Rahim El-Nosani," the Mayor?

Who I am doesn’t matter— I care about your interests.

Your son, Hajj.

Your son’s on a path of no return.

I warn you—this can’t be ignored.

Stop him before he dips ice cream in bread.

Ice cream what?

You don’t get it.

Hello?

Must be network issues.

What’s up, Hajj?

What network?

This is a disaster.

A disaster?

What disaster?

Your son, madam.

Badr? What’s wrong with him?

He wants to dip ice cream in bread.

What does that mean?

No, I can’t even process this.

Clearly, some girl from Egypt has him wrapped around her finger.

So what do we do, Hajj?

Do?

We need to launch a surprise inspection on him.

Quick, pack my travel clothes. Hurry!

You’ll travel in the dark like this? It’s still daytime.

You’re right, by God.

Alright, goodnight then.

You’re going to sleep, Abdo?

[Playful music]

Hurry up so we can get back before dark, Hoda.

As you wish, boss.

[Singing along to Asala’s "Ya Magnon"] "Oh madman, I’m not (Layla), nor the breeze of your love..."

"Tilted, why do you want me to say I love you?"

"I love you, but I won’t say it..."

"Oh madman..."

"Oh madman, I’m not (Layla), nor the breeze of your love, tilted..."

"Oh madman..."

[Doorbell rings]

"Nor the breeze of your love, tilted, why do you want me to say I love you?"

"I love you, but..."

[Suspenseful music]

Dad!

Thank God you’re safe, Dad.

What a lovely surprise.

[Suspenseful music]

What’s up, Dad? Something wrong?

You turned the apartment into a dump, Badr?

Bring out the women hiding here.

What women, Dad?

What’s this attitude you’ve got?

You’ve lost it, huh?

Lost what?

And you still don’t get it?

Where’s your mustache, you coward?

The symbol of manhood, the mark of quality.

The seal of validity.

You shaved it, Dad?

Just like that?

What else did you shave?

Don’t tell me you’ve thrown away your pride.

Why all this talk, Dad?

And what’s this you’re wearing?

Huh?

Pajamas.

Pajamas or a women’s nightgown?

No, these are pajamas—just trendy.

And this patchy beard?

Trendy too?

Yeah.

"Yeah" what?

Is this really Badr?

Badr Abdel Rahim El-Nosani?

The one the whole country used to admire?

This is the Badr I dreamed would become a minister?

[Sighs]

What turned you into this, huh?

Love.

And who do you love?

A woman?

You think I’d love a man?

Yeah, yeah.

And is she the reason

You want to dip ice cream in bread?

What? No, I got hit in Zumba class.

You shouldn’t show up unannounced

Unless you’re ready for a fight.

Go put on some real clothes

So we can talk man to man.

And take off those pajamas—I’ll give them to your mother.

Untie me, Dad.

Did I commit a crime?

So you’re in love, Badr?

You wanted me to hide it from you?

And of course, she’s crazy about you.

Your father’s a mayor, and you’re set to become a minister.

Not that far. Just pray she stays with me after I win her case.

Her case? Is she in jail?

Jail? No, she’s got a small case—a divorce filing.

Against her husband.

You’re in love with a married woman, son of Nosani?

She’s a big deal—ask around about what she did in 6th of October.

She crossed with the troops in the October War?

Kid, she’s your mother’s age.

Not the war, Dad—6th of October City.

She built the newest ready-made garment factory there.

That factory means she’s richer than you, your father, and your whole town.

When a woman’s richer than her husband, she’ll ride him.

Ride who? I’m a man!

Dad, if you want influence,

You need someone to back you and secure your interests.

Money can make you a parliament member, a minister, or even a TV star.

Enough of this talk.

Once her case is settled, we’ll focus on yours.

Next time I visit, I want to see Badr El-Nosani—

Not some Ibrahim Said wannabe.

[Suspenseful music]

How are you, Salah?

How’s it going, Badr?

Comfortable, Salah?

Thank God.

Thank God for your sanity, Salah.

What’s wrong? Why so tense?

I don’t get you two.

But I do get it now.

And I know who pulled this stunt and thinks I’m clueless. Idiot.

But Salah isn’t an idiot, Badr.

What? He means me?

What’s the problem, Badr?

What’s the problem, Salah? Why the attitude?

Jealous? Because she’s prettier than you?

Shut up!

As if anyone’s prettier than my Salah.

Don’t ever think, Salah, that I’d consider you.

You’d be dreaming.

How exactly would you consider me, Badr?

Salah.

Keep it up until someone slaps you silly, Salah.

[Mocking laugh]

[Mocking laugh]

You know I missed you? I’d have been so upset if you hadn’t come.

How could I? I’ve been counting the days since the factory.

Badr, I’m scared.

Scared of what? Is this thing gonna sink?

No, it’s not sinking! I’m scared of court.

Do I really have to go in person?

Absolutely.

And the judge will question me?

He has to question both parties—it’s his job.

No, I can’t do it.

I’ll mess up and ruin everything.

Then where have I been?

How do I stand before the judge? What do I say?

Easy. Come to my office every night for half an hour.

The questions are predictable—we’ll rehearse them.

Rehearse, sure—but not at the office.

You’ll have to come to my place so I can focus.

At your place?

What’s wrong? Can’t hate concentration.

And precision.

[Soft music]

Who said you could come in here?

How do you like the surprise?

Nice, right?

Terrible surprise.

You animals! You animals outside!

Your orders, Sameh Bey?

Who let this creature in here?

Your instructions, sir.

You said any woman who comes in should be treated fairly.

Take her to the sauna—she doesn’t leave without my say.

Highest priority.

I’m here for your sake.

Calm down, sit, and get me something cold. Do you know what’s good for you?

Get her something cold.

Don’t be like a cigarette—

First you’re lit, then you’re crushed under shoes.

Tell me—are you a friend or foe?

First a foe, now a friend.

Here to guide you right.

You plan to divorce?

Over my dead body.

I’ll sell my clothes to pay lawyers before I divorce.

If you want a divorce, pay up.

Then listen to me.

There’s a rumor you don’t know...

Say it again!

Get remarried tomorrow, and your new wife can testify you do know.

Deal?

Now I know you’re on my side.

One second. Nana! Nana!

Yes, Sameh Bey?

Get a marriage officiant here right now.

I’m marrying you, girl.

Go on, madam.

No, that’s enough.

Now I can say bye-bye.

But why are you doing all this?

Because I’m a real one.

Let him bring a million lawyers—I don’t care.

I’ve got someone better than all of them.

A skilled private tutor.

He’ll teach me—just me.

Alright, wrap up the chit-chat— save the rest for court.

The judge will be there, of course.

Bye—this has gone far enough.

This is the kind of thing you need to focus on. Bye.

Badr. Badr.

No offense—I’m "blocking the wheel."

Don’t ask what that means—I’ll tell you.

I used to put a rock behind the wheel

So it wouldn’t roll back...

And stayed put.

Got it? Blocked it?

For good.

One awkward question.

Why didn’t you build your villa at the street entrance?

I mean, by the gate— would’ve saved gas.

[Laughs] Come inside.

There’s more inside?

Of course. Come in.

I’ll come inside.

[Coughs] God help us.

May our steps lead to your divorce, God willing.

Mashallah, mashallah. Even inside, it’s a journey.

No, it’s fine. Fine.

Come in, Badr.

Oh boy.

The thing itself brought the thing.

Madam.

What’ll you drink, Badr?

Like... cocoa, jujube, anise.

Anise?

If not, any juice with camphor oil.

I think that’ll suit our current situation.

Don’t want a glass?

A glass, madam?

God forbid. We’re entering a case— may God protect us

Put your trust in God.

Get us two teas with milk, make sure it has some.

This is a work meeting.

You mean a work dinner.

So, because it's work, a work lunch.

A work dress.

Oh, you like my dress?

It’s fabulous.

It’s stunning. But it’s only flawed by this… energy.

The open window you have on the second floor.

That’s just the design, Badr.

And who knows, maybe you’ve got windows in your clothes too.

Me? Impossible.

I’m first-floor material, ma’am.

[Soft music]

Something wrong, Badr?

I thought I knew everything in life, that nothing could surprise me.

But truly, above every knowledgeable one is another who knows more.

What do you mean, Badr?

I mean everything.

Do you guys have dinner like this every day?

No, just because you’re here.

Didn’t you say you invited just me?

Of course. Why else would Aida’s opera be here?

So you can listen to music while you eat.

Ah, background music, got it.

Exactly. Go ahead, eat.

Alright.

Can you point me to the meat?

Beef demi-glace, piccata with mushrooms,

cordon bleu, and duck à l'orange.

Duck à l'orange? Is that sweet or savory?

No, we didn’t take any of that.

The meat I know is either boiled or fried.

And I don’t like eating things I don’t recognize.

Excuse me.

Badr.

You can’t seriously expect me to keep eating for your sake.

Keep eating? I haven’t even started!

[Music tempo increases]

What’s wrong? Why’d they suddenly turn up the heat?

About the band—should I tip them like 20 or something?

No, Badr, what kind of 20 are you talking about?

About the court, we need to agree on what we’ll do.

Badr, what’s wrong? What are you thinking about?

Honestly, I’m thinking about what you’ll wear to court.

We don’t want to provoke the honorable judges.

The court is a house of dignity.

I don’t know, honestly—do you have anything sleek?

What? Sleek?

Yeah, sleek.

You own a clothing factory and don’t know what sleek means?

If you make and export it to Europe, it’ll be the latest trend.

You need to wear something modest.

Meaning no windows.

This isn’t a window, it’s a skylight.

[Both laugh]

Let me spare you the trouble.

Imagine you’re going to court like you’re going to a funeral, got it?

Okay, now I get it.

And of course, the judge will ask why I want a divorce.

That’s an inevitable question.

I’ll just say he doesn’t know.

God help us, ma’am.

"Doesn’t know" what? Court language isn’t like that.

I want you, with all dignity and bashfulness, your face to the ground, flushed with shyness,

to say, "I fear I may fail to uphold God’s limits."

"I fear I may fail to uphold God’s limits."

The court will understand. Say it like you’re practicing now.

"I fear… I may fail… to uphold God’s limits."

Wish you hadn’t said it. "He doesn’t know" was better.

I said dignity, humility, flushed with shyness!

"I fear I may fail to uphold God’s limits."

Good. Second, I want your eyes locked on mine the whole time.

I want you to understand me with a glance.

I want you to read me well.

In case the opponent springs a surprise.

Surprise or not, my eyes will be on you the whole time.

I wish. I hope so.

So we can leave the court victorious, God willing.

Why didn’t Rasha come with you?

[Woman] She’s feeding her dog.

[Woman] By the way, you inspired me—I’m filing for divorce too.

Don’t leave, we’re starting now.

Oh, for heaven’s sake!

What?

What on earth are you wearing?

What?

Did you cover the skylight just to open a well?

What am I supposed to do now?

I know!

God help us. Come here, sit down.

What’s this? All these lawyers?

He brought the country’s top legal minds. Is this a corruption and espionage case?

Who’s the lady next to your husband?

She works for him.

A secretary, then?

Just an employee.

[Maha] Not just an employee.

She’s his wife now.

What?

Do you have full information on the case?

I think our position just got very difficult, Badr.

Badr, I’m really worried now. [Suspenseful music]

Yeah, but… sit down, sit down.

Take a deep breath.

[Bailiff] Court is in session!

Come on. [Coughs]

Yes, Your Honor?

Why does the courtroom smell nice today?

Your Honor,

It’s the scent of those present.

In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

The session is now open. Call the first case.

"Rasha Karim El-Wardani."

Versus "Sameh Mohamed El-Atrami."

"Badr El-Nawsany," attorney, present with the plaintiff.

Who’s with the defendant?

Why so many? How many of you are there?

Six.

Six is too many for a divorce case. Why?

Only one will speak for the rest. The court doesn’t have time.

Dr. "Adel Adly Suleiman," attorney, present for the defendant.

You’re Rasha?

At your service, Your Honor.

Why are you seeking divorce, Rasha?

"I fear I may fail to uphold God’s limits," Your Honor.

[Gavel sound]

Understood, understood.

Silence in the courtroom, or everyone leaves.

Where’s the husband?

Mr. "Sameh El-Atrami."

Here, Your Honor.

There is no power except with God.

You’re Sameh, her husband?

Yes, Your Honor.

And this lady isn’t telling the truth—I’m perfectly fine.

I have witnesses and proof.

What’s your response, ma’am?

I’ve said all I have, Your Honor.

Then I’d be embarrassed.

Your Honor,

we have the defendant’s second wife present,

and she has a different opinion.

She’s a woman, like all women.

I request the court hear her testimony.

What’s her name?

"Nawal El-Sayed Abdel Rabbo."

"Nawal El-Sayed Abdel Rabbo."

Call the witness.

Tell the court he married me without my knowledge—that’s not proper.

Wait, this is a divorce case, not an annulment.

I’m his wife, Your Honor.

Swear to God you’ll tell the truth.

I swear to God I’ll tell the truth.

Q: What do you know?

Your Honor, my husband Mr. Sameh is 100% perfect.

To put it plainly, 64 horsepower.

[Laughter]

[Gavel sound]

What do you mean, 64 horsepower?

I mean 64 horsepower.

And what does he need 64 horsepower for?

I think one horse is enough.

Right?

I request this testimony be recorded in the court minutes.

Specifically, the 64 horsepower.

Note whatever he wants, sir.

This is a very strange case. Huh?

Anything else you’d like to say?

No, Your Honor.

Then please sign your statement and step down.

Your Honor, I ask the court’s fairness to open its heart so I may clarify the truth.

Go ahead, counselor.

The colleagues present with the opponent,

along with the testimony of the defendant’s second wife,

all confirm the truth.

The truth we seek to reveal before your justice.

That when my client sought divorce from Mr. Sameh,

stating she fears failing to uphold God’s limits,

the meaning is clear, and we all insist on it.

The reason is not this man’s weakness or incapability—

we never said that, God forbid.

We don’t accuse falsely.

This delicate wife,

gentle, soft… [Judge coughs]

never doubted her husband’s abilities,

but complains of excessive strength,

rough handling,

harshness in action and reaction.

This giant,

this Hercules,

this stud—64 horsepower.

And she’s half a horse.

There’s a speed mismatch, Your Honor.

64 horsepower! A man struggling to raise two donkeys.

What can she do with him?

Can a dove coexist

with a roc?

Look at her, and look at him!

What is this? That Mr. Sameh

has been blessed abundantly in all things,

but this delicate one cannot bear such abundance.

As for Mr. Sameh, he has our utmost respect.

May God give him even more.

I plead for mercy.

Have mercy on this little bird.

Have mercy.

So there’s no hope you can coexist with him?

Your Honor, can oil mix with water?

Oil cannot mix with water.

Oil cannot mix with water.

Enough, enough.

I repeat, oil cannot mix with water.

That’s enough, counselor.

We get it. Shush, Rasha. Enough.

Any further statements?

No, Your Honor.

The plaintiff rejected reconciliation.

The court reserves judgment for the session on July 16th.

Call Badr and Maha, call all the attorneys in the office.

What’s up, boss?

The guys just divorced his wife.

We won Rasha El-Wardani’s case.

[Joyful music]

[Laughs]

Congrats, champ.

God bless you, sir.

No, that’s it.

Starting today, you’re off the bench and now a key player.

In "Fouad Askar’s" team.

Boss, I’m a lawyer,

I play defense. [Laughs]

And you, "Maha."

Yes?

I’m sure you played a huge role in this case.

"Maha"! "Maha" helped me big time.

Look,

I planned to celebrate here at the office,

but when "Rasha" found out, she insisted on throwing you a party, Mr. "Badr."

[Soft music]

[Singing in English]

[Laughs]

How are you, Mr. "Khalil"? Welcome!

What’s up, guys? Why so stiff?

An occasion like this happens once in a lifetime.

[Laughs] Come on, the buffet’s ready.

Eat, drink,

dance if you want. Forget the painful past.

Come here, I want you anytime.

[In English] My dear friends and guests.

I have a huge surprise for you.

He’s a man, but not just any man.

A man with charm and influence.

The lawyer we’re honoring tonight.

Mr. "Badr El-Nosanany."

[Applause]

No case escapes him.

Any of you ladies want a divorce? He’ll handle it smoothly.

He divorced me without me noticing. Take it away, "Badr."

[Music & applause]

Thank you all.

First, I must acknowledge

that I couldn’t have won this complex case

without the guidance of our leader.

My boss at work, I mean.

The great lawyer, Mr. "Fouad Askar." A special salute to him.

[Applause]

And I can’t forget the sincere, hardworking support of my colleagues.

Especially my coworker, "Maha Elam El-Din."

Where’s "Maha"?

Find "Maha" for me.

"Maha"!

Bring "Maha" here.

Excuse me, what’s in this bottle?

Whiskey.

Whiskey, right.

What about the one next to it?

Vodka.

Vodka?

How’s it different from the last one?

Very different.

Different taste, different effect.

Which one’s stronger?

Vodka, ma’am.

No, miss, please—just a moment.

What about that short, clear bottle?

Gin.

Listen.

I want you to mix me one drink with all the types we just mentioned.

If you have something stronger, add it.

Make me a glass, and call it "The Agony Cup."

That’ll take me some time to prepare for you.

Take your time.

You don’t know— "El-Nosanany’s" son is lost.

Don’t forget "The Agony Cup," and don’t take too long.

[Dance music]

Here you go, ma’am.

Thank you.

[Cheers & applause] [Dance music]

[Spanish song]

Mashallah, mashallah, he’s dancing, bouncing. [Laughs]

Battery’s dead, charge it tomorrow.

Alright.

Welcome, welcome, dear.

My dear, my dear.

Didn’t I tell you, "Samouha"? The address isn’t hard to find.

Welcome.

Want to sit here or on the balcony by the sea?

What’s this? What kind is this?

You mocking us? This won’t work— this is PlayStation-level stuff.

Look what I got you.

A bottle stronger than Dettol.

You joking while I’m like this?

What got you into this state?

She did this to me, but I won’t stay quiet.

I’ll turn the world upside down.

Nice, "Samouha," nice.

Listen, I know this stuff— whoever drinks it is done for.

And before you flip the world, drink—the world will flip on its own.

I’ve been humiliated...

"Sarmbat."

What?

Mr. "Sarmbat," what’s up with her?

As the saying goes: "Stand with a man, live like a man."

"Stand with a woman, lose daily."

I didn’t stand with her—I married her.

Oof. Wish you’d just stood with her.

Relax, "Samouha," relax. You’ll make me cry.

When will you see her again?

Why? Why should I see her again?

When you see her, kiss her hand and slap her face for me.

Thank her for the "blessing" she gave me, and for not filing for divorce yet.

"Samouha," find me two business lines.

[Suspenseful music]

Shoo!

So, it’s done?

You divorced her, "Badr"?

Done. She’s free now. Free as can be.

Why do you keep staring at me?

Was your mustache too heavy for your face?

Yeah. Not a mustache issue.

Want me to grow it back?

Point is, I need your blessing to propose to her.

I’m not at ease.

I wanted you to marry a sweet girl and hear wedding guns firing.

God willing, we’ll fire rockets.

I just need your approval.

What will you do with all her money?

Let her control you?

"Rasha" is classy, from a good family— her money’s under her feet, not over her head.

A bit spoiled, but tough.

And she respects her man.

I want to say something, Abu El-Wazir.

Speak, Umm El-Wazir.

If she owns a factory, we own lands and acres.

If she has a villa, we have a grand courtyard

overlooking the Nile.

And we have a strong family.

You’re a mayor, son of a mayor.

Respected, and the government keeps you close.

No matter what, she can’t be better than us.

No matter how high she rises, she can’t rise above us.

Well said, Umm "Badr."

Let’s test her.

Test how?

Invite her here.

Where?

The village.

Tell her your family wants to meet her. Let her see us as we are.

If she sticks around, she’s welcome.

And not just a quick visit— she stays at least three nights.

She’ll experience mosquito bites firsthand.

She must try our village bread.

And we’ll see how many mosquitoes she can handle per night.

Right, "Nosany"?

No opinion but yours, Dad.

If she agrees and comes,

I’ll turn our village into a piece of "Paris."

Know what Khedive "Ismail" did for Empress "Eugenie"?

I’ll do more for you.

Might even build you an opera house in the big barn.

[Thrilling music]

[Horse neighs]

"Rasha"! "Rasha"!

Hi, "Badr."

I missed you. So much.

"Badr."

I can’t hide it anymore.

Why hide it?

I had to be sure of many things.

You, my father...

I love you.

What did you do? I don’t deserve this.

I’m speechless.

You want to marry me, "Badr"?

My dream since the day I met you.

But there are some hurdles.

What hurdles? Nothing can stand in our way.

Well, my parents are traditional farmers.

Very attached to customs.

They insist on meeting the bride their son marries

since she’s an outsider.

Their right—I want to meet them too, "Badr."

But they’re a bit... particular.

They want you to stay with them for three days and nights.

No problem—how about a week?

Once we marry, I’ll be one of them.

Yes, dear, but— can you handle village life?

Tell me about your village.

It’s rural—green fields, farms. You’ll love our home.

Right by the water.

The Nile’s right there.

You have a sea?

No, the Nile—even better.

Nothing beats it.

I’m sure the days I spend with your family will be the happiest of my life.

"Maha," thank God you’re safe.

God bless you.

Trying to kill yourself with alcohol?

Not a bad idea, honestly.

Would’ve been a sweet death.

Mr. "Askar."

A passing phase—won’t happen again.

Okay.

I’ve been waiting for you.

I was about to call you, "Badr." Follow me.

Sir, I got a call from Madam "Rasha"

requesting you handle all her cases here at the firm.

A huge promotion, of course.

But you deserve it, "Badr."

Thank you, sir. It’s an honor.

I have a small request.

What is it?

I need three days off— gotta go to the village for something important.

The village? Hope it’s good news.

The best, sir, I swear.

Truth is, I’m getting married, and my family wants to meet the bride.

[Laughs]

["Fouad"] You’re getting married, "Badr"? Mashallah! [Laughs]

And who’s the lucky bride?

Do we know her?

Well...

Let’s wait till God blesses the union— it’s a surprise.

["Fouad" laughs] Amazing.

I like you—full of surprises.

What’s this? What did you put in here?

No, this won’t do.

Give me your hand— let’s tie it to the Arab horse.

Which Arab horse?

Mine, the Arab one.

Who brought you can keep you, sir.

Why the sarcasm? You judge by looks and ignore substance?

Hi, "Badr."

What’s this?

This your travel outfit? You’re going to the village like this?

Yeah, what should I wear in this heat?

Yeah, it’s hot out here, sure, but a man can tough it out in his own clothes.

There’s a bigger issue— you’re really gonna ride this?

Who said that?

I did. You think I’d own a car like this— Masha Allah, sleek and classy—

just to rent a limo in the end?

Why rent, habibi? We’ll take one of my comfy travel cars.

Aren’t we one now?

Phone, boss!

Where’s it at?

Yeah, Badr! How you doin’, son?

Heading into town?

Half a kilo? Godspeed.

Scram, will ya?

Alright, boys—five minutes and they’re here. Done, they’ve arrived.

Praise God for Badr’s safe return, boss!

[Joyful music]

[Man] And here she is!

Here unfolds this historic visit—

here strides Badr Abdel Rahim El-Nawsany

in his luxurious car,

advancing onto our village’s red carpet—

laid by the sweat and blood

of our men and women, for Badr Abdel Rahim El-Nawsany…

son of our village, son of our mayor,

son of our lineage, son of our soil.

And here dance the children of our village—

and here strides our mayor—

Wait here—don’t move.

Here he is—Badr Abdel Rahim El-Nawsany—

stepping from his car, walking proudly

onto our village’s carpet…

Papa!

[Crowd] Welcome home, Badr!

Welcome home, son!

Welcome home!

All this fuss wasn’t necessary, Dad.

These are your people—all your uncles and elders.

Introduce your fiancée.

Actually—can I borrow your abaya?

And stand here naked?

Sorry, son, sorry.

What do you need it for?

Just hand it over.

Here you go, sir—my abaya at your service.

Thanks.

Everyone, line up! Quick!

[Man] He takes the abaya from his father— why does he take the abaya?

This is the question that—

Here, habibti, put this on.

What’s this?

An abaya.

An abaya?! What’s the brand?

"Christian Dior, Piccadilly Street"—whatever! It’s tradition. Now come down!

Come on, step out.

[Man] And here…

…he drapes his father’s abaya over his fiancée—

so she emerges from the same cloak

that birthed Badr Abdel Rahim El-Nawsany!

Your Honor!

Steady—by protocol, I’ll introduce the elders.

Just say "Ahlan wa sahlan" and nothing else, got it?

Hajj Abdel Rahim El-Nawsany—my father.

Hi, Uncle!

Welcome, my girl! You honor us.

Kiss his hand.

How do I kiss it?!

Wake up!

You honor us.

Uncle Hajj Abdel Aal El-Nawsany—

30 acres and a tower.

A tower?

A pigeon tower.

Oh.

You honor us, madam.

Uncle Hajj Atwa El-Nawsany—

25 acres and three pyramids in Giza.

And she greets them all with grace—

Uncle Hendawy—70 heads of cattle and a sea in Alexandria.

Isn’t this too much, Badr?

Was Hitler bombing your grandpa’s factories too much?

The abaya slips—

[Crowd] Salat al-Nabi! [Prayers upon the Prophet!]

Hold your breath!

And the truth is revealed!

Let’s pause here—we’ll continue later.

You’re one of us, Badr.

Yes, Dad.

Take the "tense one" inside to your mother. Go!

She’s overwhelmed—overwhelmed!

[Ululations]

A thousand welcomes! Ahlan wa sahlan, Badr!

Hello, habibti! Hello!

Hello, darling! [Kisses her]

Hello! Why’d you dress her in your father’s abaya?

Did her clothes rip? Did you spill something on her?

No, I didn’t spill anything!

It’s heavy and hot out here! Habibti, free yourself—free yourself!

[Laughter]

I know Egyptian tailors are stingy with fabric, but really!

Not now, Mom— take her to the seaside bench to relax.

You stay with the men; I’ll handle her.

Got it.

Bye, Badr!

Bye-bye, Badr!

Take care of her, Mom.

Come, habibti.

God protect what’s hidden…

Everyone, mind what’s in your hands!

Not a word from anyone.

Hey!

[In English] How are you?

Good, thanks.

Come, sister.

Badr Pasha, we heard the party chose you as a prominent member!

God’s wisdom speaks through you, Hajj—

Who’s this, Dad?

What’s your name, and who brought you?

Easy there, boss.

This is Sheikh Abu Reesha of the village.

Yeah.

Hajj Abu Reesha.

The farraggy [outsider].

Listen, Reesha—the party’s the first step to the ministry!

[Mayor] Bless him with a proper prayer!

[Crowd] May God elevate his rank!

[Mayor] His rank and his pillows!

So his head stays high forever!

[Badr’s mom] Enough, enough!

[Crowd] May God elevate his rank and pillows!

[Badr’s mom] Enough!

[Mayor] Say Amen!

[Crowd] Amen!

You hear what they’re chanting inside?!

That’s my son!

My Badr’s been a Genius since I first swaddled him! [Laughs]

Big or small—he’s it.

Once his foot’s in a ministry—or a pole—

he’ll never let go.

[Suspenseful music]

Hey.

Why’s she here? Shoo her away—quick!

What’s up, Rasha? Need something?

Where’s Mom? How’d you ditch her?

Nah, I got bored—wanted to sit with you all.

A men’s gathering is irreplaceable.

See? Sit.

Here’s Miss Rasha herself to tell you about the factory she’s opening here!

A factory here?

God, what a brilliant idea! I could set up a clothing line that’ll flip this whole town!

Oh, it’ll flip it alright—flip it upside down!

See? It’ll flip the town.

And just like that, gentlemen, our agricultural village

will transform into an industrial powerhouse—

rivaling Korea, Japan, and Taiwan!

[Applause]

[Suspenseful music]

[Rooster crows]

[Suspenseful music]

[Soft music]

No, no—wake up, come on!

She’s completely out of it.

Call the others to come see.

Ismail! Hendawy!

Run, boy—to the mayor’s house! Now!

[Shouting]

Run, boy!

Run!

Run, boy!

[Shouting]

[Cheers and applause]

Sis, what’s all that noise outside?

No idea, girl.

Don’t dare look—don’t!

[Cheers and applause]

Oh, my God!

What’s this? Her?!

Disaster! Disaster!

The apocalypse is here, Abdo! The apocalypse!

[Cheers and applause]

Catch me, Badr! Catch me!

Get up, Rasha!

Stay there! Stay!

How’s she gonna climb out in front of all these people?!

Let her stay in the water, cover herself.

She'll die, Dad.

Better death than shame.

Thank God, we saw everything we wanted to see.

Shut up, useless guard. Chief of guards, disperse these people.

Disperse who, sir?

Move, Chief of Guards!

Shoot, useless guard. Open fire.

[Gunshots]

"Badr." Hey, "Badr."

Shoot.

Shoot. What is this!

"Badr," where are you going?

Come on, "Badr," hurry.

No, "Badr," the water’s too high, son.

[Cheers and applause]

[Singing] "...Turn to the salty one

You by the canal, turn to the salty one

You by the canal, turn to the salty one

You by the canal, turn to the salty one

You by the canal, turn to the salty one

You by the canal, turn to the salty one

You by the canal, turn to the salty one"

Where are you going, Mayor?

What do you want, "Awad"?

Justice, Mayor.

You fined me an acre because my wife washed clothes in the canal.

What will you tell the village about what’s swimming in the river?

Not the time for this, "Awad."

Oh, it is.

If I get fined, you owe ten acres.

What fine? I’m the Mayor!

Exactly! You should set an example for the whole village.

Your fine is ten times worse.

He’s right, Mayor.

What applies to us applies to our leader.

[Crowd chanting]

["Maha"] What’s going on, folks? What’s happening?

Have you never seen a woman in a swimsuit?

She thought your village was "Sharm El-Sheikh."

And don’t you men swim naked?

Anyone ever ask, "What’s two-thirds of three?" Why’s it a problem now?

Where’s the village’s honor and chivalry?

Who are you, lady?

Answer her, Mayor.

Don’t you know me, Hajj "Abdel Rahim"? I’m your son’s fiancée.

Fiancée? You got another son, Dad?

Yes, your fiancée, "Badr."

Dad...

I kiss your hand, your fiancée.

Yes, your fiancée.

Yes, my son’s fiancée who just arrived, folks.

Then who’s the one in the water?

That’s the guest.

The businesswoman building your factory, folks.

She’s in the water conducting research.

A guest of the whole village.

If you insist on a fine, it should be paid by all of you.

You’re right, absolutely right.

Disperse the crowd, Chief of Guards.

Quickly.

Everyone, go home.

Come on.

Please, join us at the house.

And you, grab that bag, quick.

This way.

Let’s go.

Come, Mr. "Badr," walk, walk.

Walk, brother, come with me.

[Suspenseful music]

[Knocking on door]

It’s "Badr," "Rasha," open up.

"Badr," I don’t know how to apologize.

I was just hot and acted naturally—went for a swim,

then suddenly everything turned upside down.

It’s strange to you because you’re a stranger here.

To you?

Are you talking about them or yourself?

I’m one of them, "Rasha," remember?

Seems we’ve both forgotten a lot.

Don’t speak.

Sometimes I’m clever.

But we can keep our love alive.

Just a dream in our imaginations.

I promise I’ll never forget you.

And I’ll think of you every time I swim.

And I’ll think of you every time the elevator breaks.

By the way, everyone in our village snores while sleeping.

Me loudest of all.

Did you fire, banish, or hit her with a pen or...

What brings you here?

Here to wake you up.

Here to stop you before you dip ice cream in bread.

Look at you.

That stunt you pulled— I wouldn’t expect less.

We’re colleagues who understand each other well.

You don’t understand anything.

The problem is you misunderstand love.

Love doesn’t hurt. Love sacrifices to make the other happy.

Let’s talk.

Ms. "Maha."

We can be rival roosters in court,

but once I’m married, no other rooster enters my home.

Anyway, God bless you.

May you find someone who loves you, adores you, and marries you.

He’ll serve you, serve me, serve all humanity—and wrong himself.

Wrong himself?

Yes.

Or maybe you’ll stay single, never finding someone worthy.

That’s beyond our control.

May God guide you.

Guide me?

Yes.

What’s this? What’s this?

What’s this? You claustrophobic? Damn it!

I feel so sorry for you, Minister.

If done right, it’s just execution.

God help us.

You’re "Badr El-Nosanany"?

Yes.

Am I famous or something?

No, you’ll have a lot of work.

Come with us, no questions.

What’s going on?

Come with us.

Mr. "Askar."

Oh God!

"Badr." "Badr."

[Suspenseful music]

What’s happening, guys? Explain.

God’s will.

Does the moon rise in daylight?

Madam "Safinaz El-Shatby," the businesswoman.

Welcome, ma’am.

I want you.

Me?

Mhm.

They say you’re Egypt’s best divorce lawyer.

Indeed, I can remove kohl from an eye.

Like this? Come with me.

My husband snores.

That’s neglect, that’s disrespect.

No morals left. What’s happening to the world?

Can you come to my house?

Your house?

Yes.

I need you to coach me on facing the judge.

What to say, etc.

No one likes focus and scrutiny.

But tell me, how do you handle enclosed spaces?

Can you swim?

Of course.

God’s will.

Come on.

Is this car automatic or manual?

Looks manual.

I asked a female lawyer...

She told me in court, before the judge...

I should say my husband...

[Whistles]

Doesn’t know?

Right, how’d you know?

I know that lawyer.

[Scoffs]

[Scoffs]

[Scoffs]

[Ululations] [Closing music]