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Folks in our neighborhood love a good story to chew on.

How's this any of your business?

-I'm just asking. -Keep your questions to yourself.

Throw me the keys already!

A story spreads like wildfire, from one's mouth to another's ear.

And before you know it, it's made its way through every alley.

-Open this door, woman! -Don't you "woman" me!

Then every son of a bitch has his way with it,

so by the time it reaches your ears, they've spun a web out of it.

But all these floating tales don't even scratch the surface.

So believe half of what you hear…

and two-thirds of what you see.

PART ONE - HUSTLE

Tell Osama to send this:

All right? Got that?

Okay.

Now finish before I arrive. I don't want to keep following up on this.

I'll be there at four.

Why do you treat them like that?

-No! -Has this guy taken my place?

-Let go! -You're protective of him too?

I don't want your smell on him.

-What's wrong with my smell? -Ali!

Lana?

We have to start early tomorrow.

The bride, her sisters, her mother, even her mother-in-law are coming.

She's marrying Majda's son. They say he's a catch.

But I can't tell his head from his ass.

-Stop bumming around my front door! -We're just passing.

-Get out of here. -Relax.

-Take it easy. -Get out of here!

These kids!

Suhaib, get over here and help me.

Hurry up.

In our neighborhood, a man either proves himself on the streets…

-Hey, Abu Bassel. -Hey, Ali.

…or frequents the mosque…

-Peace be upon you. -Peace upon you, too.

…or secures a respectable job.

Hey, Abu Nassar.

-How are you, Grandpa? -Hey, Ali.

Abu Tarek was just asking about you. I thought you were already at work.

How come? My car's right outside.

How are you, Abu Tarek?

I'd feel better if you helped my kid get a job.

His son's driving him mad. Maybe you can help?

Find him a job at your company?

Well, I'm trying. But all of our business is with America.

So we work night shifts, and in English. Does he speak any English?

English? Are you kidding? He's just an office boy.

All right, I'll try to sort something out.

-You got anything for me? -It's dry as dust, Ali.

All right.

What's up, Ali?

You just missed them. They just walked out.

-All right, call if they come back. -Okay.

You're here?

It's dead today.

PARADISE HOTEL

Ali.

I got a couple inside, they look loaded.

My man, you always come through.

-But they need a bit of work. -I got this.

Where are you, man? We're late.

The night is almost over.

So what? Put her to sleep and let's go.

She's onto you?

So that's that? You've ruined our night out?

Yeah, whatever…

Hey, guys, can I have a cigarette?

-Here you are. -Thanks.

You're welcome.

Here for business or tourism?

Business.

How do you like it here?

It's all right.

Did you go out at all? To party?

We haven't seen a damn thing.

Well, whatever it is you'd like to see, it can be arranged.

-Thanks for the cigarette. -You're welcome.

Excuse me?

What did you mean?

Cheers.

Hey, get over here.

Move closer.

Come on, here we go!

We want a shout-out to Ali.

A shout-out to Ali, his gracious guests and to everyone out here tonight!

Give it up for Mr. Yousef!

And all the money you swept up from them?

It's always the same story with you.

Khaled, I threw in 80,

and they're gonna fork up at least 500, so loosen your wallet a bit more.

You really squeeze a dollar out of a dime.

Every goddamn time.

Now a special shout-out to the big man, Abbas.

Here's to friendship and to brotherhood.

Here's to a lion amongst men.

So you're paying him for protection now?

-It's not like we had a choice. -Why? What happened to the other guy?

Who, Chainsaw? Haven't you heard? They filed his teeth.

Big man, how are you?

See that they're taken care of.

GOLDEN CUT MEN'S SALON HAIR RELAXING - FACIALS - COLORING

Knock it off man, you really abuse our friendship.

-Bahaa. -What?

Come take care of this.

Right here, I need a cleanup.

There's nothing there, man.

Just grab that razor, would you?

What was that about abusing our friendship?

You're not funny.

Give it to me, before you chop off your own eyebrows.

Your grandfather's limp is getting worse, huh?

It hasn't changed.

I've been hearing him grunting in that store all the way from here.

-And? -What do you mean "and"?

Get him checked.

Grandpa.

How's your leg?

You know, same old.

That's it?

How about we get it checked soon?

What for?

Do it for me. Put my mind at ease.

Better get it checked, Haj, he's really worried.

If it's a worry, then I'll do it.

-There, happy? -What is he, my grandfather?

I swear, I've never seen anyone get more trims than you, Ali.

You hear about the grocer?

They caught him sneaking around with Hussein's wife, while he was at work.

Swear on my mother's soul.

Get out of here, man.

Bahaa, time to get a new heater, it's cold in here.

Think we're all lucky like you? With an office and central heating?

See you.

Abu Jawdat, looking good. Are you looking for a second wife?

Look at this one. She's studying nursing.

So she'll want a job? My son won't like that.

He wants a stay-at-home wife.

How about this one? She'll stay at home.

I know her, she's too opinionated.

That's not true, she's wonderful.

How about you meet her? And then judge?

No, my dear.

For my son I'd want someone more like Lana.

-Me? -Yeah, you.

Come to think of it, you two should meet. You'd love him.

Excuse me, Maysoon, but please keep my daughter out of it.

Why? Did Um Ashraf find her a groom?

No, my daughter wouldn't marry anyone from Um Ashraf's phone.

No offense.

Hold this.

Is this how I raised you?

To do this to me?

Or maybe you like the way you look in the video?

Who's the boy?

-Who is he? -No one.

No one?

So you just let anyone into your room?

He's not just anyone, he's respectable and kind, and--

How nice for you.

Respectable and kind, but sneaks in through the window.

It looks like it was filmed from the abandoned building.

Did you see anyone there? Or were you too busy?

No!

Five hundred dinars, or this becomes "breaking news."

Can I help you, lady?

Dawood, there's an old lady here to see Abbas.

Old lady?

Toss them.

It's just not your day, is it?

-Let me play on loan? -You're always on loan.

What about you? Let's go.

Hanadi?

Yes?

Can you front me a 50 from next week's payment?

-Do I look like a bank teller to you? -No.

But my mom is bugging me about fixing a leaky roof.

Just this once, Hanadi?

Get your hand off me before I pimp out your sisters.

Hanadi? There's an old lady here to see Abbas.

An old lady?

He's in the hospital, they beat him up bad.

Busted his face, broke his bones. He looks like a corpse.

Well, what did you expect?

If you put your head in a lion's mouth, do you expect a kiss?

I don't understand.

Your brother torched the groom's car.

Hoping the bride would run back into his arms.

What did you expect from them? A bouquet of roses?

-Look what they did to him. -I don't want to see a thing.

Listen here.

Let your mother pray and thank heaven that her son is still alive.

They should have done much worse.

Now I want you to let this go. It's done. Understood?

Okay, thank you.

Abbas, there's an old lady downstairs who wants a word.

An old lady?

I think you get the point?

Sure, you want this video to disappear.

And for them to stop blackmailing me.

I know these types. Money won't solve your problem.

But since you knocked on my door, consider it taken care of.

I also want that boy to stay away from my daughter.

I'll take care of that too.

What else?

Thank you.

How can I put this?

I like things to be clear up front.

I don't know what you had in mind, but I was thinking

that instead of giving them the money…

Money? What, the 500?

How much then?

You… keep that money.

Listen, you…

you run a salon, right?

Yes.

I have these…

hostesses.

Hostesses?

Yes. Lovely young ladies.

I want you to doll them up, make them pretty.

For the clients. You understand me?

To be honest, Abbas,

I can't have these girls coming into my salon.

If people see them,

my reputation…

What reputation?

So?

Fine. I accept.

Hanadi.

Pull up this guy's number.

I want to send him a voice message.

-Should I press here? -Yeah.

Better cover your ears.

Listen, you son of a bitch.

I want all traces of that video wiped off the face of the earth.

Or I'll have you dragged over here and I'll impregnate you with twins.

And if you don't recognize my voice, I'll show you my face,

but it will be the last thing you'll ever see.

Done.

And just like that, Aseel's problem was solved

because the whole neighborhood knows of Abbas.

Come here.

They call this guy "Chainsaw"

because he takes a cut out of everyone's business.

Lately, he started to eat into Abbas's territory.

So Abbas invited him over to secure peace and end the bad blood.

But after drinking to the agreement…

Abbas crippled his crew.

But he spared Chainsaw from the bullet.

Instead, he cut a mark into his face,

which put an end to his name.

Ali.

Ali?

Time to wake up.

Your grandfather is ready.

Late night at the office?

As usual.

All right, get up.

I don't get a "good night" nor a "good morning"?

You know I hate waking up without hearing your voice.

Where have you disappeared to?

Haj, you have a slipped disk between the 3rd and 4th vertebra.

-Slipped disk? -Slipped disk.

But it's my leg that hurts?

The slipped disk is putting pressure on the nerves running to the leg.

This sort of thing happens from lifting heavy objects or awkward movements.

Because you insist on stocking the store shelves yourself.

He toils all day.

Haj, a person of your age shouldn't be stocking shelves.

First you need rest, then we can start with the treatment.

Well, who's going to run the store?

-That will be 2.75. -My regards to the Haj.

Thanks.

This really suits you.

-God forbid… -What? You're too good for this?

Now that we're neighbors, don't think you can come for a shave every five minutes.

You know, I was thinking of coming in today.

No chance.

-Welcome, Abbas. -Sit down.

-What's up with you and Aseel's daughter? -What do you mean?

Don't waste my time.

We're from the same hood. I don't want to hurt you.

Look, I don't know. Why? What have you heard?

No, you do know, you do.

What's going on, Abbas?

Listen, these nightclubs,

I allow you to work there, with my approval.

Hustle them all you want, but don't assume you can weasel your way around me.

Save your hustling for The Peacock.

Bottom line,

forget the girl.

Later.

Abbas, explain one thing.

How is this any of your business?

How is it my business?

Stay back.

Stay back!

You son of a bitch!

What are you all staring at? Get moving!

Enough.

Every inch of this hood is my business.

Take a picture of him.

Move his arm.

What was all that about?

Get out of here, man.

Every time she sees me with a rich customer, she swoops in.

-Anybody see you walk in? -What do I care?

Let's stick to business.

-Isn't that a bit much? -What did you expect?

Have them ready by seven.

PART TWO - ISTANBUL

How long are you going to keep this up?

After everything you've done you expect me to comfort you?

I don't expect anything from you.

I was thinking about this young man… Ali.

I want to give him a chance.

-Isn't that what you want? -Yeah?

But we do it formally.

We invite his family, get to know them, then we'll see.

Are you serious?

Yes.

I'll speak with his mother.

Until then, you must be on your best behavior.

Okay.

Of course, your worthless father has to be present.

Tutu was working in the neighborhood the day he saw Aseel.

A glance here, a sweet word there, and suddenly they were in love.

But her family rejected him.

They got married despite this.

Only then did Aseel discover Tutu's drinking problem.

And after failed attempts to save the relationship, she left.

Tutu's drinking only got worse.

Until he became nothing more than a worthless bum.

As for Aseel, she started the salon all by herself.

Don't ramble. Don't mention that you're unemployed. Don't say a thing.

And I don't want any of your humor.

All right, all right.

Are you even sober?

Of course.

Open your mouth.

-You can't be serious. -Open up!

Thank God.

You'll love him, I promise.

Love isn't everything.

Your dad has graced us with his presence. Go say hello before they arrive.

-My lovely daughter. -Hi, Dad.

May God bless you.

I hope he turns out to be a good man.

As long as he doesn't turn out like you did.

Who's that?

It's for your own good.

You saw what love did to me.

They're a good family, from outside the neighborhood.

Don't embarrass us, Lana.

Welcome! Come in. Come in.

-Hello, Aseel, how are you? -Please, do come in.

-Welcome. -Is this the beautiful Lana?

How are you, my dear?

Welcome.

Coming.

-Bahaa. Come on in. -How are you, Auntie?

He's been loafing on that couch for a week.

What's up, big man? Get up, I need your help with something.

-Who's taller? -I am.

No, he is.

He's beating you, come on!

Raise your hands.

Bahaa?

Playtime is over. Come here.

Go with your mom.

So I asked about this groom-to-be for Lana.

They say he's the respectful elegant type.

I should plant some weed in his car and report him.

-You and your ideas. -Think I'm joking?

Ali, think of this as a fresh start. Not just with Lana, but with everything.

If you brought me here for a lecture, I'd rather leave.

I'm not lecturing, but why hide things from me?

Hide what?

The nightclubs and the hustling Abbas was talking about.

Are you pissed I didn't tell you?

I didn't tell you to avoid these sermons.

Right. The great Ali who works for an American company.

On American time, and all in English.

Hell, you never even passed English! How did you come up with this crap?

It worked though.

I guess it did.

Is all of this really worth it?

Why don't you take over your grandfather's store?

No reason, but that life isn't for me.

Ali, you have your head in the clouds.

You know something?

I won't stay in this neighborhood.

I'm not going to waste my life like my grandfather did.

Like my father did, may he rest in peace. And like everyone else here.

So, like me?

-Say it. -Yes, like you!

Can't you see that in 20 years you'll still be living in this building?

Working in the same barber shop.

Giving the same haircuts to the same people.

And what about you?

-Don't worry about that. -No, answer me!

Not here.

Is he always like this?

Always like this!

Hey, hey! Stop!

Go right in.

Big man.

PEACOCK NIGHTCLUB

Guys, you are in for a treat.

-Take care of me, I'll take care of you. -You got it.

Khaled?

The usual table and a bottle of vodka.

Right away. Girls, see to the gentlemen.

Welcome.

What the hell are you doing here?

What do you mean?

If he sees you here, we're both dead.

-Who? -Abbas.

You didn't know?

Abbas doesn't want me working here?

Not here, nor any place under his protection.

And you agreed to this?

You work the night. It's the law of the jungle. You know this.

Look. These guys seem loaded.

So take this and let's call it a night before they spot you here.

Come on, brother.

Ali!

So, should I come down?

What took you so long?

I gave you a chance to get to know the guy.

Maybe you like him.

And if I like him?

If you like him? Simple. I'll whip him up into a dessert for you.

Baby, you're either with me, or you're with me.

I'm with you, Ali, but what do we do?

There's only one way,

we pack up and leave.

-Be serious, Ali. -I am serious.

We just get married on our own. No parents, no family, no fuss.

Just the two of us.

Look. I've already started handing over my work at the company.

I've got to help my grandfather with a couple of things.

Then once I'm done, I'm leaving.

And I want you with me.

Did you like the flowers I sent you?

Yes, they're nice.

I thought you'd feel better knowing I was thinking of you.

You know, all illnesses stem from the brain.

So it's all mental not physical, more like psychological.

So medication doesn't actually help. It's all in your head.

It's not going to work, Ali.

It's not so simple.

Why not?

I'll tell people I'm traveling for work.

I'll find us an apartment and fix it up.

I'll find a sheikh who's willing to marry us officially, then…

That's it. Then I'll come get you.

Are you there?

I'm thinking.

What's there to think about?

It's either this… or you're forever stuck in the path laid out by your mother.

And you'll be stuck with that guy.

Istanbul? Be safe, my baby.

Don't worry, I'll call everyday.

God bless you.

Take it easy at work, give your back a break.

Call as soon as you arrive.

Careful on the road! Rest every now and then.

Don't worry, Mom.

What's up, Sabri?

-So I hear Istanbul? -That's right.

-Vacation? -No, the company transferred me.

You really are something, Ali.

Look at this now.

Haven't you learned your lesson?

Take it easy, Dawood.

I just wanted a quick word with you

and to offer this to Abbas.

Dawood, I'm leaving town and I want to be sure my family is safe.

I don't want Abbas to hold this grudge.

-He'll listen to you. -You sure know how to make amends.

Do we have a deal?

Deal.

Later.

PARADISE HOTEL

PART THREE - PARADISE HOTEL

Drive carefully, the insurance is expired.

Don't worry.

-What's that you're wearing? -It's cold.

I saw them with my own two eyes on that roof.

Son of a bitch.

-Boss, where am I putting the TV? -Put it inside.

This fucking rain.

Boys.

Yes, boss?

Yes, Abbas?

Go home. I want to be left alone.

You gonna keep this up?

All right.

Eighty-six. Three turns. To the left.

Fifty-two. Two turns.

Get this fucking thing off me!

Five. It's five.

You…

You don't know who you're fucking with.

You're digging yourself a deep hole, you son of a bitch.

I swear on my father's grave I'll find you and cut up your face.

But you won't suffer alone, you know why?

'Cause I'm gonna punish your mother and sisters too.

I'll have the entire neighborhood take turns with them.

I swear I'm gonna fuck them into two halves.

Unless you wise up and leave.

Wise up and leave!

Get the fuck out!

I'M FINE. DON'T LOOK FOR ME.

Go!

Lana.

Lana, Fathia is almost here.

Lana?

Aseel?

Is Lana here?

Lana? No, why?

Okay, thanks.

Abbas?

Abbas?

Abbas.

What happened?

What happened?

I'll call the boys.

Boys. Beat it. No one's getting paid today.

What? Why?

Because I fucking said so! Get the fuck out!

Come on. Out.

Doctor, no one gets a whiff of this, understand?

The doctor couldn't wait to get out of there.

Because he knows exactly who Hanadi is.

She used to call herself Ahlam when she worked the night.

One night, she got a customer.

The more he drank, the more he strayed.

But he found her flesh tough to chew…

and bitter to taste.

Hanadi waited an entire month

for him to show his face.

That night, she made it clear.

She's not the one to mess with.

You know,

I can't sleep unless there's something playing.

Want me to tell you a story?

Yes, "Little Red Riding Hood."

You mean "Lana and The Big Bad Wolf."

You know you're not funny.

Every year, when they announce the high-school grades,

and people celebrate in the streets,

I remember you sent me your number with your brother.

The rascal charged me a fiver.

Honestly…

I didn't think you'd call.

I wasn't going to.

Until I saw you dancing on the rooftop with your friends carrying you.

I've never seen anyone so happy to graduate.

What's wrong?

I wish it were all true.

What do you mean?

My grandfather and my mother

wanted to proudly celebrate my graduation in front of everyone.

So I forged my grades.

I photoshopped them…

and told them I passed.

So you didn't graduate?

No.

What about your job? And family?

You're the only one who knows.

Are you hiding anything else?

No.

No, I'm not hiding anything.

Lana?

-What are you doing? -I'm leaving.

What happened?

What? The money? That's my savings.

Savings?

What about the gun?

That's just a precaution.

In case of what?

Anything, I worry about you.

Ali. Tell me what you're hiding.

Baby, I'm not hiding anything.

Ali, I made the most painful decision of my life to be with you.

You think my decision was easy?

Don't dodge the question! What are you hiding?

Speak up.

Before you make up another lie.

Lana?

-Give me a chance to explain. -I gave you a chance.

-You gave me three seconds. -So you're hiding something!

Baby?

Lana.

-Lana. -What?

Before I say anything… know that I did all of this--

Just get to the point.

I took this money from someone.

What do you mean?

You stole it?

Yes. From a scumbag who deserves it.

So what does that make you?

How dare you put me in this position? I left everything behind.

It's the only way.

-Lana, don't leave. -Let go of my bag.

-Let go, Ali! -Don't leave.

Stay here.

Lana.

Lana!

Lana?

Lana?

-Just drive, step on it. -Hey, stop!

You?

-Where is Lana? Where is she? -She's supposed to be home.

What? Where did she go?

-I'm just returning her things. -Liar!

What did you do to my daughter? Get over here!

PART FOUR - AN OPEN GRAVE

We have to move him.

Okay. Shall we put him inside?

He'll stain the carpet with blood.

There's a corpse--

A dead body… and you're worried about the carpets?

What do I tell my customers?

Give me a fifty.

Give me fifty dinars, I'll get a pickup truck. And then…

Then we'll see.

Just give me the fifty.

Um Alaa is driving me crazy.

She keeps calling, wanting to get into our savings group.

But everyone says she's a swindler and a crook.

What do you think of her?

Honestly, I have a bad feeling about her.

Lana, my dear.

Your mom was just telling me you're out looking at wedding venues?

That's right. I was just looking.

Well, don't forget to invite me to the wedding.

Of course, Auntie.

Abbas, it's time for you to go out. We have work to do.

The boys haven't been paid and club owners are asking questions.

Fine.

If you won't, then I will.

You just stay comfortable.

Boys, let's go. We've got work to do.

Abbas isn't coming today either?

No, but don't you want to get paid?

Fuck, yeah we do, boss.

Let's go, boys.

Murad, take care of the goods. Hanash and Sanfur, take care of the girls.

Are we making collections without Abbas?

Am I not good enough for you?

You're more than enough.

Fix her a drink.

Okay. Take it easy.

Then give it up already!

Here's another one.

Why did the beetle divorce the centipede?

Because when he spread her legs, she said, "It's not there."

He tried another pair of legs, she said, "It's not there." He tried another…

What a dirty joke! Not in front of Lana.

Stop it, soon she'll be married and she'll be the one saying, "Not there!"

Hello?

Lana, how are the wedding preparations going?

It's going well.

She was nervous at first.

-But she's okay now. -What happened?

Oh, my God.

Okay. I'm on my way. Bye.

Let's skip all this. Take these off, quickly.

What happened?

Poor Um Ali. They just told me they found her son stabbed to death.

Oh, my God.

Which son?

Ali.

Wasn't he supposed to be in Istanbul?

That's what I heard.

Hurry up, please.

The number you are calling is out of reach.

The police said they found his body on a side road near the main highway.

I said that's impossible.

Ali is in Istanbul.

I didn't believe them until they took me to the hospital, and I saw him.

The police also say they can't find the company Ali used to work for.

They say the company doesn't exist.

What do you know about it?

I don't know anything.

Where did he use to go then? No one has any answers.

Some people are saying he was mixed up with some bad characters.

Others are saying drugs, and I don't know what…

You know people are going to make up a million stories.

Put 2,500 dinars in a black bag

and leave it inside the burnt car at the top of the alley.

If the money isn't there tomorrow by 2 a.m.,

it's bye-bye to you, gorgeous.

If this son of a bitch leaks the video, it's a life sentence.

We have to catch him.

I'll take the money.

Put it where he said. He comes to get it, I kill him.

You can't even kill a cockroach.

And what if someone else has a copy of the video?

I'll put a gun to his head and make him talk.

If there's another copy, there's no guarantee it'll be deleted.

Then why the fuck did you drag me into this?

You aren't worth the muddy sole of a shoe.

If you ceased to exist, no one would even bat an eye.

Give me the phone.

As for tomorrow…

I'll leave the money as he asked.

And you'll hide and keep watch.

Once you find out who it is, I'll figure out what to do.

Or is that too much for you?

PEACOCK NIGHTCLUB

Welcome.

-Juice, please. -Juice?

Care to buy me a drink?

She's good company.

Maybe next time.

Fine.

Excuse me, do you know this guy?

-You must be kidding. -Why?

Listen, kid, people who work at night don't want day-timers to know about them.

Boss, check out this fool.

What's going on?

Nothing, I was just asking if he knew a friend of mine.

This isn't a place to go around asking about people.

How about you drink your juice, pay up and leave?

Twenty dinars for a cup of juice?

Is this how you hustle people?

Listen, kid, that's how things work here,

and if you knew Ali, you'd know this.

"Never speak ill of the dead."

We should respect their memory.

Here.

Dead?

He used to bring us customers three, four times a week.

Usually big spenders, and he'd take his cut.

Then, a little while ago, we were told to stop working with him.

I'll be right there.

-Who told you? -Don't put me in an awkward position.

Abbas?

Could we say no to him?

All right, and then?

That's all I got. I'm not sure what else to tell you.

You could talk to the hoteliers he used to deal with.

Do you know any of them?

I'll connect you.

Excuse me.

Anyone here by the name of Muhannad?

-Khaled sent you? -Yeah.

Third floor.

-So I have to take the girls to the salon? -Yes.

-Have Hanash take them. -Get the fuck out of here.

Hanash is picking up the new girls from the airport.

You mean I'm stuck with this?

I mean shut it and get going.

What Hanadi says goes. Now move.

Fine.

Murad, when you see "The Belly," give him these, and tell him I'll swing by later.

-And whose car am I taking? -Boss?

Sanfur, get to work.

Okay.

350 from these guys. Kick their faces in if they refuse.

Yes, ma'am.

So he's a mute?

I'm telling you his tongue is minced meat.

What's on your mind?

If small-time scumbags see him in this state,

or hear him speak, they'll jump on all of us to build a reputation.

-Why not say you back him to death? -I back him to death!

As long as you're here.

What do you mean?

I mean you've made a name for yourself.

You've got respect. You've got a reputation.

Yeah, and?

The bottom line, we can't stay on this sinking ship.

Look, whatever you decide, I'm with you.

-His tab keeps getting bigger. -I'll take care of it.

Sanfur!

Following me here? What now?

We need to talk.

Follow me.

Hanash. We've got to talk.

Boys. Get out of here.

Close it.

I don't get a "good night" nor a "good morning"?

You know I hate waking up without hearing your voice.

Where have you disappeared to?

PART FIVE - CHECKMATE

What have you heard, Sabri?

They say he was stabbed seven times and his right ear was cut off.

For real?

And that the killer is from the neighborhood.

God only knows.

Haj Omar?

I'm sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

I'm Abu Samer.

I was Ali's manager at the company.

Ali's manager?

Yes, and these are his colleagues.

We are all in shock, we heard the sad news yesterday.

Everyone's devastated. Even his colleagues from the Istanbul office.

I'm sorry, did you say the Istanbul office?

Yes, and… this is a letter of gratitude from the company.

May God give you patience. If you need anything, we're here to help.

All right, goodbye.

Excuse me, Abu…?

Abu Samer.

Abu Samer.

I have a few questions,

if you don't mind.

On my mother's soul, that hustle worked like a charm.

They all bought it. Some people even asked for jobs.

That old man kept asking me questions.

But don't worry, I handled it.

All right.

If you need anything else, give us a call.

Next week, same amount, same place.

Mom? What's wrong?

What happened?

Mom?

I didn't want to involve you in this.

No, tell me.

They're blackmailing us again.

I thought it was resolved.

They ask for money every week.

It seems they know you're getting married.

And they're taking advantage.

I'm tired, so tired.

I'm sorry, Mom.

Sweetie.

I want to ask you to do something.

Whatever you want.

It seems this asshole is obsessed with you.

I want to take advantage of that.

Open the curtains.

Wider, so he catches a glimpse of you.

Switch on the lights.

Take the towel off your head.

Come on.

Hold up your phone.

Pretend to be talking to someone.

Smile.

Show your teeth.

Now face the window.

Can you see her?

Yeah.

Clearly?

Yeah. It's clear.

You're sucking on a cigarette? Put it out.

I don't want anyone to see you from the street.

Hey, kid.

-Where's Haj Omar's house? -Haj Omar?

Second house on the left.

Excuse me. I don't understand. Was it an accident? Or was he stabbed?

It was an accident.

-And he flew through the windshield? -Unfortunately.

Kids who were playing in the valley found the car.

-So you found the car in a valley? -Yes.

It was hidden under some trees.

From what I understand,

there are a lot of stories going around regarding Ali's death.

So I want to clarify things for you.

The case is simple.

It has nothing to do with gangs or drugs.

Ali was driving long hours coming back from Istanbul.

It seems he got drowsy and got into an accident.

So my son is not involved with drugs, or gangs, or any of that?

No. Not at all.

And the car is downstairs if you'd like to see it.

This is what's left of it.

And this was in the trunk.

Anything you need, we're at your service.

Make way.

Abbas?

We've made the collections.

Hanash?

You're still up?

Hanadi? What are you doing?

Boss.

There's a guy coming.

Again.

-Not him. -Not him.

He's here!

You sure?

Yes! He's looking at the window.

It's him. Get up.

He's looking at Lana.

He's not coming up.

Lana, play with your hair.

He's leaving. He's leaving!

Don't let him go. Get him!

There's no way I can catch him.

Lana.

Take off your robe. Take it off and turn your back to the window.

Hurry! Before he leaves!

What are you doing?

Did he stop?

He's coming back.

He's coming back. Stay there.

He's still looking.

He's coming in. I'm gonna hide.

You son of a bitch.

-Get down or I'll blow your head off. -Calm down.

So it's you, motherfucker?

-Calm down. -That's my daughter, you son of a bitch!

Sit down!

And just like that,

I fell into their trap.

Did you get him?

-Who is it? -Sabri.

-Who's Sabri? -Sabri.

Sabri.

Don't let him go. I'm coming.

You prick. You've been filming everyone?

Here's Sanaa, Um Khaled and Ashraf?

I see you've even filmed the men.

Look at this, Zeid the carpenter is sleeping with Um Hamza.

Unbelievable.

Goddamn you.

Is this what you do?

You film people and blackmail them?

What gives you the right to judge me?

I film people stealing, doing drugs--

Naked and doing… You know.

Okay, sure.

But I've never filmed a murder.

So what's my crime next to yours?

I didn't mean to.

It was a mistake.

You killed Ali,

then took thousands of dinars, and you didn't mean to?

Shut your mouth unless you want to be buried next to him, bastard!

What thousands? What's he talking about?

Want me to keep my mouth shut?

Fine, but I want my share.

Share of what?

What's he talking about?

I see you haven't told him.

What's he saying? Look at me when I'm talking to you!

I'm talking about the yellow bag full of money.

So you stick me with the corpse but hide all this from me?

Words don't make men.

Hanadi.

You want everyone to know?

Don't worry. Everyone will hear about it.

Take care, boss.

I, Sabri Khalid,

admit to receiving one-third of the money--

The funds?

Why are you speaking in formal Arabic?

The cash?

In return, I will not speak of the murder that I filmed.

Good?

How does this help us?

In case there's another copy and he decides to share it.

He'll go down with us.

You just listen to her,

and let's split the money.

Let's go.

Move.

Hey, Haj.

Bahaa… I need to ask you something.

Go ahead, Haj.

The official police report says

that Ali never left the country.

He didn't even have a passport.

There must be a mistake. You heard what the detective said.

Bahaa.

Enough with the stories.

All right.

Haj, I wanted to tell you all along, but…

That day, Bahaa and Haj Omar made an agreement.

They'd take the secret with them to their graves.

So that Ali's mother and the rest of the neighborhood

continue to believe the story.

Bahaa still lives in the same building,

working in the same barbershop and giving haircuts to the same people.

And when people ask Aseel about Lana,

she always gives the same answer,

"She got married and moved abroad with her husband."

But some people

have spotted her in another neighborhood

working in the same old trade.

Then, after the ghosts vanished

and the dead were buried,

Hanadi became boss.

Otherwise, it's the same old story here.

I haven't changed my ways.

And neither has anyone else.