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(Insects chirring)

(♪♪ Music playing in distance ♪♪)

(Horse whinnying)

(Gasping)

(Horse whinnying)

(Horse grunting)

(Horse whinnying)

(Horses whinnying)

(Breathing heavily)

- What do you want?

- What a beauty.

What's your name, pretty?

- What do you want from me?

- Hey, I think we got a hunt for tonight.

(Laughing)

- Hey, hey! Slowly...

- Let me go.

- Hey, calm down. Look, look, look.

It's OK. Don't worry.

Don't worry. Hey, it's OK.

Take it real easy. Come on. It's OK.

- Let me go! I said let me go!

Let me go!

- N' Merrily those who fear the Lord ♪

♪ Shall have forgiveness and great reward ♪

(Woman screaming in distance)

♪ God speaks the-- ♪♪

Hey, Saad, Abraham!

Wake up. - Huh?

- I think--I think something's going on.

- What is it? - Someone's screaming.

- What is it? - Get up!

(Woman screaming in distance)

(whimpering)

You sons of bitches!

- Go home, you silly bastards.

Go home. It's better for you.

I'll count to one, and then he's gonna shoot you.

- Get back here, Ali.

- Five, four... - Get back here!

- ...three, two... - Ali!

(Screaming)

(Gunshots)

(Crying)

(Grunting)

(Horse whinnying)

(Both grunting)

(Both grunting)

(Crying)

(Both grunting)

(Horses whinnying)

(Grunting, breathing heavily)

(Screaming, crying)

(Grunting)

(Sobbing)

(Both grunting)

- Ali! Ali!

Ali! Ali!

You sons of bitches! Ali!

Ali! Ali!

Ali!

- (Man): Karmouz.

(Horn honking)

(Birds chirping)

(I Classical music playing J')

(♪♪ Man singing in foreign language ♪♪)

- Handsomer and sweeter than sweets.

- Flattery will get you nowhere, Sister.

- Get dressed. Your breakfast is getting cold.

- Such disrespect!

Listen, is this how I raised you, girl?

- Youssef: I'm too old for this.

- Youssef? It's Big Brother Youssef, still.

- No! - Fattan, come here.

- What is it? - Where's your sister?

(signing)

- Noel didn't sleep all night.

- Hmm...

(signing)

Fine.

I'll talk to Solare, ask him not to visit the house anymore.

You're growing up beautifully.

You get more suitors every day.

Don't worry. I'll see that you marry that officer.

He'll teach you to behave.

(Gasping)

What does he see in you?

- I won't marry anyone

who will teach me to behave.

- Get up, Noel. Don't pretend to be asleep.

- I was asleep.

- You'd be so gorgeous if you stopped crying.

But no, you're a nag, like your mother.

- May she rest in peace.

- You have a pure heart like her.

(Chuckling softly)

- Well, nobody gets everything they want in life.

- You have what's most important.

People get old and wrinkled, and their teeth fall out.

But their hearts never change.

I won't force you to do anything against your will.

- God bless you, Youssef.

(Gasping)

- Big Brother Youssef. You girls never listen. Get up!

(Men and women chatting, indistinct)

(Bell ringing)

- Hey, Zauba!

- Stamp this, and I'll be a lot happier.

When do you think Youssef will arrive?

- There he is now.

- Hey, officer!

- Send Lieutenant Solare to my office when he arrives.

- Officer, you know I'm not able to work until you clear me.

Please!

- I told you I don't stamp red licenses.

- And why is that?

Would you rather me steal, or something worse?

We make people happy.

And besides, it's all legal.

- Legal? Are you bringing the law to me?

- God forbid!

As if the British consul was a client of mine.

Like I said, we just make the students happy.

- Lieutenant Solare will stamp it for you.

- No, let Constable Aziz stamp it.

- Constable Aziz is the one who arrested the students.

- Oh no! Aziz arrested the students?

Who will we make happy then?

- They caught that kid Asforh

sneaking up the pipes of a house.

The residents caught him

and handed him in to Lieutenant Solare yesterday.

- Get up, kid. Get up!

- I didn't do anything, Officer Youssef.

- Again, Asforh? Haven't you learned by now?

- I promise I wasn't stealing.

- Why were you climbing the pipes, then?

Were you cleaning them or training for the Olympics?

- My girl was mad at me, and I was--

I was bringing her flowers.

- Flowers?

- Yeah. Haven't you ever been in love before?

- Aziz. - Yes, sir?

- Did he have flowers on him?

- No, sir. - Book him.

- Not flowers, but seeds. She was gonna plant them.

Haven't you ever planted flowers?

- Book him for a court hearing.

- What'll we do about this monster

that's fallen on our heads?

Wait for Lieutenant Solare to transfer him?

- No, sergeant. I have to do it myself.

Nobody knows what could happen with him.

- When you see an officer walk in, you stand up.

You're a criminal here.

Ah!

- Your mom loves me more.

(inhaling deeply)

- Get the men ready to transport him.

- Yes, sir!

(Crying)

- Who's this girl?

- A constable caught her trying to jump off a bridge.

- Who are you and why are you here?

(Crying)

Stop crying and answer me.

- If my dad finds out,

he'll kill me, and then he'll die.

It's not my fault.

It's not my fault!

- Bring my coat and cover her.

- From the British camp in Alexandria,

there are two cavaliers missing:

Mark Sam and Stephen Samuel.

(Horse whinnying)

- Merciful Lord...

may you rest in peace, Ali.

It was his time.

She seemed like a respectable girl.

They took her by force, right?

- She's Sheikh Al Dal Kedir's daughter.

The mosque's sheikh.

- Their troop would know where they are.

And the boat that was burned will give us away.

- Stop whining, Saad.

Let's think about what we're gonna do.

If we stay, they'll catch us.

And if we run, they'll find us.

If we turn ourselves in to the police,

they'll hand us over to the British.

- Everyone swears by Officer Youssef

and his chivalry.

(Footsteps approaching)

(Gasping)

- Dear God!

What was his name?

- Ali.

- Call his family.

(Horse whinnying)

- I'm so sorry, Stephen.

I won't be able to afford to bury you back home...

in that heath you loved so much.

So we have to bury you here...

in this rotten, fly-infested hell.

(Sniffling)

Why are we here?

Why should we be killed here?

My child, my husband...

all gone to this senseless war.

And those who are left behind are haunted by their screams.

We have to end this war before it ends us all!

And I don't give a damn about the king's orders.

"Enough!

- General Adam.

- Go to Karmouz Precinct

and bring back Mark and those two kids.

- Yes, sir.

The problem isn't me going there.

It's the officer.

- I'm done talking. Understood?

- Yes, sir.

- Excuse me, sir.

What did we do wrong that you've arrested us?

We have a right to know.

- You don't know who I am,

but you know my uncle, General Frank Adam.

- I'm General Youssef El Masry, and you're mine.

- Hello, Johnny.

- You there! Are you a student?

Hey, officer, I've been waiting all day.

Stamp this and let me go.

- Have some patience, Zauba,

and I'll see to it myself soon enough.

- Good morning! - Morning, sir.

- Rihaad El Shando Ali, MP.

Where's the officer in charge of this precinct?

(♪♪ Man humming ♪♪)

- ♪♪ Rule Britannia Britannia rule the waves ♪♪

♪♪ We will never, ever, ever...♪♪

Stephen's dead.

Mark's locked up in an Egyptian prison.

Your men are dropping like flies,

and you don't even lift a finger.

And I'm the crazy one?

Why don't you let me out of here?

Huh? Let me do what I was born to do.

I'll kill every one of them if you give me the chance.

- Feed him.

Feed him well.

- You tell the Egyptians that I'm coming!

And hell's coming with me!

- And you want me to hand over Mark

and those two kids to the general?

- I'm trying to resolve the crisis.

- Hmm. You don't see honor as I do.

There is a girl out there who is trying to stamp her red license,

yet I won't do it.

It's her legal right,

but my conscience won't allow me.

Honor is what my father taught me.

If I give you those kids, I'll be no better than Zauba.

I can't have that.

- Your father would have agreed with me.

Don't be stubborn.

- General Adam can have them, but after the trial.

- No, he can take them right now,

right from here.

- Then let him come take them.

- You're a stubborn one.

So, you want me to report to them

that Officer Youssef El Masry refused

to hand over the officer and the kids?

(inhaling deeply)

- You can run back to your General Adam and inform him

that Youssef El Masry will hand over his nephew...

- Very sensible.

- ...as a corpse.

- What did he say?

- He's refusing.

- You're out of your mind.

It's an order from the British government!

- Go.

- What?

- Get out! - No!

(Both grunting)

- Don't move! - OK.

- Leave him! - Don't move!

- Stand down. Stay where you are.

- Hold, soldiers! Nobody fire!

- Don't shoot. Hold your fire.

- Lock him up with Mark for attacking an Egyptian officer.

And tell General Adam if he comes here,

he'll get locked up.

- You're only making things worse for yourself.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

(Alarm sounding)

(Man talking on PA, indistinct)

(Horse whinnying)

- Gather all of the men!

We have a mission to avenge our brother who was killed

and rescue the one who remains.

Raise the army. Prepare your ammunition.

Gather your weapon. Get on your horses.

We will open the doors of hell in their faces,

and we will show them who is the strongest here!

- What's going on out there, lads?

Lads! Let me out! I can fight!

- We'll show these filthy Egyptians

the power of Great Britannia!

- Take her to the door of her house

and eat something on the way back, quickly!

Take care of yourself. - You too.

- Fattan!

(Vehicles approaching)

(Bell ringing)

♪♪

(Breathing heavily)

The British army is heading towards the precinct!

Something really strange is going on.

- Listen to me!

Have the officers take up defensive positions inside.

- Lord have mercy.

- Close the door! Barricade it with the desks!

- What's going on?

Get up, girl! It looks like there's a raid.

Oh, what's wrong with you?

Come with me. I'll hide us inside. Come!

- What's going on? - I'll tell you later.

- It looks like war. - It is war!

Distribute arms and ammunition to the men.

- Gather round!

- Nobody fire, except on my order.

♪♪

- Keep it moving!

(Men shouting, indistinct)

(All shouting, indistinct)

"Out!

- Aim your weapons towards the door.

(Men screaming)

'(Maw Go. go!

(Man shouting, indistinct)

(Birds chirping)

- Be brave, men.

None of us will die here today.

- In the name of General Adam Frank,

military consul of Alexandria

and delegate for the British mandates...

Officer Youssef Amine El Masry

is to hand over the two British officers,

Mark Sam and Jack William,

as well as the two criminals,

Abraham Suelam and Saad Edi Muthawai,

peacefully, before sundown.

This must be done so as to not expose the civilians

and Egyptian officers under his protection to danger.

Should he fail to comply,

he will be charged with mutiny in a time of war...

the punishment for which is execution

for him and all who aid him.

General Adam Frank.

- If anyone approaches the door, shoot them.

Solare, follow me.

- Ah! Rest, darling.

Being sick is nothing to be ashamed of.

I thought it was an air raid

and that we could just hide out here for a while, you know?

But this is something much bigger.

Uh, poor thing!

You look like you stepped right out of the village.

Never mind, it's not your fault.

(Crying)

- All of this is because of me.

- It's all your fault?

Well, now you better explain it to me.

- I'm hungry!

Hey, man! Find us something to eat.

Ezzat El Wahsh is hungry.

He gets hungry because he's human.

Or do you think he's something else?

Answer me, dammit!

- We have orders to shoot anyone who moves.

Stay put and stay quiet.

- Is that so?

Well, I'm moving around, and nobody's shot me yet.

Or haven't you noticed?

Shall I move again?

Johnny.

What have you done, Johnny?

We're keeping each other company,

being sweet to each other and smiling coyly.

I'm hungry. How about I eat you?

Johnny“.

Your mother tasted good.

(Chuckling)

Guard!

- Abraham, this was your idea.

Why is that officer doing this?

We get arrested, and then handed off to be killed?

- You're the cause of all this trouble.

You're Saad and Abraham, right?

- Yeah. I'm Saad, and he's Abraham.

- And that's Jack and Mark?

What's the story, then?

I mean, what made the whole British army come here?

Pamphlets or, uh, protests?

Are you enemies of the king? - No way, I swear.

We don't talk politics or know anything about the matter.

We didn't do anything.

- Shhh! That's enough. - No!

They say they're gonna demolish the station before sundown.

I don't object to dying, but I wanna know why, OK?

- This guy says we're gonna die!

- Shut up, Saad!

What is your name?

- Asforh. Your brother in death.

- All this because of a soldier behaving like a rabid dog?

If he came to me, this wouldn't have happened.

Don't look at me like that.

We're not the same.

If you throw trash into a bin, the bin doesn't get any dirtier.

- Don't talk like that.

(Crying)

- The same thing brought us to the station today.

You, because of your virtue...

and me, because of my virtue.

Except I'm here for a license to sell my virtue.

You're disgusted by me, right?

(Crying)

Sometimes I'm disgusted with myself as well.

But I've learned to hide what's inside me.

He won't be kept happy.

And if he can't be kept happy, he won't pay you your money.

He won't pay Yo“-

(Sobbing)

And if he doesn't pay you...

I won't have any money to eat.

(Sniffling)

I'm not upset. Really, I'm fine.

- Youssef Amine El Masry...

His father was a sergeant of the same precinct.

Graduated from police college.

His parents are deceased, and he has two sisters.

No history of disobedience.

- This guy will never give up so easily.

Cut off all sources of water from this station.

We might be staying a little longer.

(Horse whinnying)

- The British have completely surrounded the precinct.

- People outside are scared.

I'm with you to the death.

- There will be no death, God willing.

But they're right. This is no fault of the civilians.

This is the officer's job.

They leave their homes every day not knowing if they'll return.

Even the thieves up there are innocent.

Listen, Solare...

open the basement and let everybody out,

and you leave with them.

- Sergeant Aziz will open the door

and accompany them on their way out.

I'm not leaving.

- I gave you an order, lieutenant!

Will you disobey?

- Yes. Did you obey every order?

I'm sorry.

- In the name of God...

(Men shouting, indistinct)

Really, now, is this the time?

- Sergeant Aziz, follow me, quickly!

- Yes, sir!

- Get up! Stand!

Everybody, put your hands above your heads.

Anyone who steps out of line will get shot.

Follow Sergeant Aziz!

Step on it!

Follow Sergeant Aziz. Hurry up!

- Hey, what about me?

I can put my hands above my head too. See?

Shall I go with 'em now?

Bring Johnny to me.

- None of you are to blame for what is happening.

We're not helping you escape,

but none of you are condemned to die here with us today.

Consider the fact that you're released.

You're being given another chance.

Anyone who thinks of stepping out of line

will be shot by Lieutenant Solare.

Understand?

Suave...

take them out as soon as the sun sets.

And you, Hend, go home and tell your dad what happened.

I'm sure he will understand.

- You know the story.

If that girls leaves here, she'll be the first to die,

and the whole case will be over.

- And you, lady of the night!

- Oh, uh, I--|--|...

I haven't gotten my red license stamped as yet.

What will I do if I leave?

(signing)

- Get in the line. Move!

(signing)

- Uh, but I have no one worrying about me on the outside.

The man that I keep happy

won't care if I'm alive or left for dead.

But this poor girl needs me.

Let me stay and look after her.

- You'd look after her? What's in it for you?

Or do you want to exploit what happened to her?

- God forgive you.

You have every right to say that about me.

But you see, officer, I might not make it out.

Maybe none of us will make it out alive.

Sol...

I will stay and look after this girl.

I won't leave her alone.

(Sniffling)

- Go sit with her and look after her. Move!

(Gasping)

(Crying)

- Everyone, turn around and face me!

Mussoli, follow Sergeant Aziz.

- You're here because you obey orders, no other reason.

But now I'm giving you the choice.

Anyone who wants to leave can do so.

Don't be afraid.

Nobody will be punished.

Because there's no one to punish you.

Anybody who wants to leave...

speak up now.

Zola, you have kids who need you.

Go home to them.

- My kids have God, who is more loving than all.

- Sayeed, your father is ill. Go and be with him.

- My father has God, who is more merciful than all.

- Abdul Tauab. - I'm with you, sir!

- Cherbini. - I'm with you, sir.

- You must know that death is near.

- (All): We're with you, sir!

- We could all die. - We're with you, sir!

- We will fear no one. - We're with you, sir!

- We don't fear those outside. - We're with you, sir!

- Anyone who sets foot in here will die.

- We're with you! We're with you!

We're with you! We're with you!

- The war has started.

(Ticking)

- Let the troops get ready.

- All in position! All in position!

Get ready to fire! All in position!

Ready to fire.

- All in position! Ready your weapons.

Ready your weapons.

- Sergeant Aziz...

if they ask about our numbers...

- More than a thousand men,

and well-armed.

- God be with you. You're a good man.

- And with you.

- Prepare to fire!

- Hold fire. - Hold your fire!

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Stand down. Stand down!

Arrest that man! Arrest him!

Mark and Sam are not with them, sir.

I'll take the men and search the tunnel.

You and you, to the tunnel!

- Blow it!

- Excellent work, men.

- What are you doing here?

- Asforh doesn't run away.

- The basement door won't open again.

- What's he doing here?

- I felt sorry for the girl.

Besides, you could use all the help.

I am only human.

(Screaming)

(Aziz continues screaming)

(Screaming, groaning)

- Sergeant Aziz is in for one hell of a day.

(Phone ringing)

- General Adam Frank, military consul.

In the name of the queen and the British government,

I am speaking with you.

- You're a guest here on Egyptian soil.

If you wanna talk to me, talk Arabic.

- General Adam.

- You say you're the military governor

representing the British.

Well, I am an Egyptian officer,

and I only recognize the interior minister.

Your nephew is being treated well,

until he goes to court and gets the death sentence

for murder and for rape.

Don't force me to carry out the sentence

without a formal hearing.

- Listen carefully.

I'm General Adam Frank,

and I have lived in Egypt since you were a kid.

I'm telling you...

that what you're doing will only lead to your death...

and the death of your men.

If I fear for my nephew,

someone whose womenfolk are alone at home

should fear for them.

You have exactly one hour.

- (Asforh): Let me do this for you, sir.

I can get out and go to them. I can get out through the back.

I was planning on running away tonight, anyway.

I'm just being honest.

- They'll do to you what they did to Aziz.

- I'm not Aziz.

My name means "birds," and birds fly.

(signing)

- Either way, they'll get there first.

They have cars.

- I told you, I can fly.

The streets leading to your house are very narrow.

They can't get through. I'll go over the rooftops.

Come on, we're wasting time.

Don't think too much about it...

or it'll be too late.

- Let me go with him, sir.

- When was the last time you climbed up rusty pipes?

No reply. I think I'll go alone.

- All right, Asforh. Go.

Asforh ...

Tell Noel she's a nag like her mother.

- Won't she get mad?

- No, stupid.

It's so she knows I'm the one that sent you.

- I was gonna give it to my girl,

but it was too late.

- Try not to die.

- I'll do my best.

- Solare, don't let him move till he hears music.

- Right. - Step on it.

(signing)

I say, Zauba, I know that you intend to repent, but...

I have one last request.

Then you can repent at your leisure.

- What?

How can you be in the mood when we're in this mess?

This is miserable and depressing.

I don't feel like making anyone happy,

least of all you.

(Horse whinnying)

- Peter, the officer's address is in this file.

Send some men to bring in his sisters without any harm.

And to be sure, do it yourself.

- You, you, come with me.

(I Man singing in foreign language J')

(I Music continues J')

- Asforh, make sure you give them this.

(I Man singing in foreign language on stereo J')

- They're underestimating us.

- Or they're trying to distract us

while he tries something else.

Till now, I don't know what he's thinking.

Anyway, secure the door.

- You heard the general!

Hold your position! Prepare your weapons.

♪♪

- Move! Now!

♪♪

Move!

(Shouting, indistinct)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

(I Woman singing in foreign language on stereo J')

(Footsteps approaching)

- Miss Noel says she's a nag like her mother,

but kind-hearted like her mother.

They're at my relative's house now.

- Thank God!

- Your family is safe now.

- (Zauba): Really?

(signing)

Thank God!

I'm so happy, I want to dance again.

But I can't.

My hip's nearly broken, very nearly.

(signing)

(Insects chirring)

(Horse whinnying)

- I pity the soldiers who don't have a drop of water.

- Are you always worrying about everyone?

May God give you strength, because you obviously need it.

- You know, Zauba, had my sisters been hurt,

I'd never have forgiven myself.

- Look, tell me this:

A woman like me,

who used to work as a prostitute, but repented,

could she...

I mean...

- Could she what?

- Could she...

- What, Zauba?

- Would you marry me?

(Laughing)

- I wouldn't stamp your license, Zauba,

and you want me to marry you, really?

- I know what bothers you about me.

It's that my name is Zauba.

That's not my real name.

- What's your name, then?

- My name is Bamba.

- Does it make a difference? - Yes, it does.

(Both laughing)

(Gunshots)

No!

- Hold your fire!

(Both screaming)

- Hold your position!

(Both screaming)

Secure the door!

- Secure the door!

- Turn out all the lights except this one! Cover me!

(Men shouting, indistinct)

"Oh!

(Gunshots)

(Grunting)

(Men screaming)

(Groaning)

- Hold your fire!

- Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

(Insects chirring)

(Breathing heavily)

(Gun clicking)

"Oh!

- His mom's my girlfriend.

- Turn on the lights! Everybody, take shelter!

Get away from the windows!

They might fire again. Get down, men! Get down!

(Gunshot)

(Gunshots)

♪♪

- Solare! Solare! Solare.

- (Zauba): Oh my God! Oh my God!

- Solare!

- Thirsty...

(Grunting)

I'm gonna die.

- Bring him some water, quick!

- I--I'm gonna die.

- Don't be afraid. You're not gonna die.

Don't be afraid.

(Crying)

(Youssef): The water!

Hold on, Solare. Don't be afraid.

Water, hurry!

(Crying)

(Sniffling)

- Ah! Here!

Drink. Drink this.

Drink! - Drink, Solare.

- Drink! - Solare?

- No, no.

- Solare! - He's dead.

- Solare. - No, no!

- Solare! - No! No! No!

- Solare! Solare! - No! He's dead!

(Crying)

- No, you killed him, you bastards!

No, no, no! - Solare! Solare!

- The bastards killed him!

Get up, boy! Wake up! Get up!

"Enough!

If you kill him,

they'll bring the station down on all our heads.

Got it?

- Please, no, please!

Get up! Get up!

♪♪

♪♪

(Insects chirring)

- Bring me Shando Ali.

- Sir.

- And release...

the crazy one.

- Yes, sir.

- He's no better than the ones who died, Youssef.

- You don't know what he meant to me.

- He wasn't like your brother, he was your brother.

But he didn't die because of us.

- You of all people should know how I feel.

- All I feel and know right now is one thing:

We're at war.

Debts aren't settled by the dead, but by the living.

- Hey, sir, who is that?

- Ezzat Abder Abul El Wahsh, a military officer.

In the battle of Alamein,

his battalion got orders to attack the Germans.

He decided that it wasn't our war

and gave orders to retreat.

He was relieved of duty and sentenced to death

by the British governor.

He escaped and formed a gang

to kill and slaughter English soldiers.

- You mean the guerillas?

- He called them that.

Ezzat was an old friend of Youssef's dad.

In a way, you could say he was raised by him

more than his own father.

(Horse whinnying)

- Step on it, man. I'm late.

- Your officer killed a number of British soldiers,

and he's sheltering mutineers and murderers.

Listen to me.

I'm gonna announce that this is a case of civil disobedience

by Youssef Amine El Masry.

British tanks will surround the station,

along with an Egyptian police force.

- You want Egyptian policemen...

to kill Egyptian policemen?

- No, I want your Egyptian policemen

to kill a bunch of mutineers and criminals.

'My God!

If your men are so strong and you have the station surrounded

with those arms and military power,

why don't you just attack and be done with it?

- If two English officers weren't in their custody,

I'd do it.

- Are their lives precious? But ours are not?

What I mean to say is...

any action against that officer

could turn him into a national hero.

The man is well loved throughout Alexandria.

- Your job is not to make him well loved.

Understood?

- Excuse me, sir.

Goddamn you.

(Bells tolling)

- (Man): Five, four, three, two, one.

- Address to Cairo.

We have just received an urgent news bulletin.

An Egyptian officer, Youssef Amine El Masry,

has mutinied against his superiors

and against the orders of the British governor in Egypt,

putting his life and the lives of other civilians in danger.

Due to his sheltering a group

of criminals and outlaws alike

and thinking that he is above the law,

this traitorous officer has tricked the policemen with him

into carrying out his orders and mutinous desires

to satisfy his thirst for blood.

He's ordered them to follow his plan

to murder civilians and military personnel alike,

using innocent people as human shields.

Therefore, the British governor,

in the name of the British government,

has announced the mutiny of Officer Youssef El Masry

in a time of war.

According to military rulings,

the punishment for mutiny and treason

being faced by the officer

is death by firing squad

after being stripped of his ranks.

The delegate of the British government

warns all civilians and military personnel

against dealing with the treasonous officer

or they will be considered criminals

and face the same punishment.

Peace and mercy be upon you.

Thank you, Cairo.

- Do you know what that means?

- It means I'm going to die.

(Smacks lips)

- It means we're all dead men.

- Are you scared?

- Do you think I get scared?

What about you, boy?

- NO-

- I'm just making sure nothing's changed.

(Chains clinking)

- Wear the cuffs, and we'll let you out.

- I'm Abasso Sabo. I'm running your transport.

You haven't said a single word since we set out.

Are you all right?

They told me it was a small load.

I thought it was vegetables or fruit.

I get here, and you're the goods I'm transporting.

I work with the British, yeah,

but in the end, I'm with my countrymen.

I'm talking to you!

Talk to me so we can pass the time.

- Touch me again, I'll take your fucking face apart, understand?

- Hey, hey. hey!

You're quite ferocious.

I can see you're strong.

(Speaking foreign language)

- The entire British army's out there.

They're only missing Churchill.

You think they're waiting for nightfall

to play a game of chicken with us again?

- They won't fire a bullet.

(Phone ringing)

- Hello, Youssef. This is Rihaad El Shando Ali.

I spoke to you before.

Listen to me carefully now.

Adam's deploying an Egyptian police force

to attack the station.

The other force is Hamsa El Huwaari

from the Az Zahiriyyah station.

Don't be shocked by the fact I'm informing you.

I'm an Egyptian like you, but my hand is forced.

God be with you.

- Hamsa El Huwaari has orders to attack.

They want Egyptian soldiers to fire at each other.

What do I tell them? Shoot at your brothers?

(signing)

Adam's playing a dangerous game.

I don't want my people getting hurt.

- I'll bet Hamsa is at as much of a loss as you are.

- We need to make Hamsa understand.

- Sir, he's here.

- Wait for the Egyptian forces.

- What you're suggesting will not work!

- Why not? - I'm Asforh.

I can fly like a bird.

I succeeded last time because I was alone.

I can't take you with me.

How do you plan on climbing the pipes?

- We won't go over the rooftop.

We'll go at night, through the 2nd floor window.

If you're scared, I'll go alone.

- Asforh is never scared.

We need ropes.

- That's easy.

- Ezzat, take off your clothes.

- You first, handsome.

- Don't worry. I'll let you play at being the bride.

(Chuckling)

- When the Egyptian forces arrive,

we will surround Karmouz and the station in two circles.

The first circle will be the Egyptian forces

surrounded by our forces.

- Where are the Egyptian forces?

- They're supposed to be here along with our forces

within the hour, sir.

But Hamsa, the officer in charge,

took his orders already.

But he said he wanted to be here at dawn

to gather as many men as he could.

- So, we'll camp here for one more night,

and then we'll return to our camp...

all of us.

(Insects chirring, horse whinnying)

- Stay away from the barbed wire.

(Crying)

- Listen carefully.

I'm going out on an errand that could save all of us.

Officer Ezzat El Wahsh is in charge until I get back.

If I get back, God willing.

- Sir, wait. Put this on. It'll help hide your face.

- Can this bear our weight?

- The rope will, but this metal won't. Can you jump?

- What? - Forget it, come on.

Whoa!

(Both grunting)

- Sir, I gave an order

to the officer in charge of the other station.

If his troops don't march at dawn,

we'll scale the wall ourselves.

Sir.

- That's Hamsa's house.

- Go on up. I'll stand watch over here.

- Right. Listen, Asforh. - Yes.

- You know Sayeed El Wesh, right?

- Does he live with Hamsa? - Don't be stupid, man.

Now, listen, this is what I need you to do.

I'm going up.

If you notice anything strange in the street,

sing Apple of My Eye.

- Asforh has a bad voice. - But Youssef may get caught.

- Then Asforh will sing. - Good. Apple of My Eye.

- I know, I heard you. Go already.

(Knocking on door)

'(Man): Yes?

All right, all right, all rig--

- Every one of us must have done bad things in their life

for this to happen to us.

I, personally, know what I did.

You too, Zauba, right?

Hmm...

What's your name?

- Zola El Dainy.

- What terrible thing did you do, Zola?

- Before my father died, may he rest in peace,

he made me swear to marry my cousin, Selda.

I swore to it, but I didn't marry her.

- Was the girl ugly?

- Oh God! She was hideous.

Uglier than the situation we're in now.

- And you think your part in this

is because of Sidda?

- Selda. I don't know for sure.

- Ah! I don't think So.

You seem like a good guy.

Trust in God.

- (All): Please, God.

- Call out to God.

- Please, God.

- Call out to God. - Please, God.

- Please, God!

- (Men): Please, God.

- Please, God.

- Please, God.

(Sniffling)

- Please, God. - Please, God.

- Please, please. - Please, God.

- Please...

- Please, God. - Please, God.

- Please, God! - Please, God.

(Sobbing)

- Please, God. Please, God.

- (Men): Please, God!

- (Zauba): Please, God!

(Thunder rumbling)

♪♪

(Horse whinnying, men shouting, indistinct)

- What's required of me, then?

- First, I need to know: Do you believe me or not?

(signing)

Why are you silent, Hamsa?

- What do you want me to do?

Please, tell me.

- Hamsa, you've been ordered to take a force

and surround my station,

then order your men to fire on their brothers.

Do you realize what that would mean?

- It's not that simple, Youssef.

I'd be making excuses to delay them,

that I needed more men,

that I needed more time, time to fix vehicles.

But I can't delay anymore.

If I don't do it,

they will throw me out and bring one of their men,

their men who bow to them.

Would I disobey orders while in uniform?

- Then take it off.

- What made you take yours off? - I'm thinking straight.

- And risk the lives of 50 people?

How on earth are they to blame? Tell me that.

- They chose to stay. - You did it.

- In my place, you'd have done the same.

- Daddy! - Go inside. Go inside!

- Hamsa...

(signing)

- Layla, please go inside

till I'm done talking with Uncle.

- Hmm.

- Go on, give Daddy a kiss.

- No. - Please.

- Mm-mmm. - Can I kiss you, then?

- Mmm.

- Go on.

- Layla's grown quite a bit already.

Last time I saw her, she was only days old.

She'll grow to be a blessing for you.

May God protect her from evil men.

Hamsa, all I'm asking

is for you to delay the entry just slightly.

And we agree on how they're positioned.

And my men and your men must not fire on each other.

- Are Adam and his men idiots?

Youssef...

I can't disobey orders.

- Is that your final word in the matter, Hamsa?

(Knocking on door)

- I forgot the song.

- Goddamn you, man.

- A British army vehicle is coming down the street.

How can we escape, Hamsa?

- Hamsa?

- Is this Hamsa or someone else?

- To the roof. To the roof!

Quick! Quick! - Let's go.

(Thunder rumbling)

- (Man): Whoa, whoa!

(Talking, indistinct)

(Mouthing)

(Grunting)

- Hey!

(Grunting)

'My God!

(Grunting)

Oh!

- You go first, and I'll follow. I'm faster.

Let's go.

- Stop there!

(Groaning)

♪♪

♪♪

- I don't know what happened.

When he saw blood, he froze in place.

- If that kid tells them you were at Hamsa's,

everything's ruined.

- Asforh wouldn't do that. I trust him.

We can't rely on Hamsa.

- Do you realize what they'll do to Asforh?

- So, let's see if your man turns out to be brave

or whether he'll betray you.

- Bring that man and follow me.

(Horse whinnying)

- Youssef!

Youssef!

The accused, Awhat Hassanein,

known as Asforh,

is found guilty of murder and treason.

- ...charged with murder and treason.

- Therefore, the military governor has decided

to sentence him to death by hanging.

- ...to death by hanging.

- The military governor is willing

to drop all charges against him

if Youssef Amine El Masry turns himself in instead.

- ...if Youssef Amine El Masry proceeds.

May God have mercy.

- He has 30 minutes to come out.

- Come out right now or your friend will be hanged!

- You won't go, right? We've lost enough lives.

- He won't go.

- No, sir.

I'm no better than those who died.

- I said you're not going.

- Get out of my way. - You're not going!

- Let me go, I said.

- I said no! - Let me go, Ezzat!

(Grunting)

(Grunting)

- You're not going.

- Let me go, Ezzat! - I said no!

(Both grunting)

- I'm going, and you can't stop me.

Let me do what I have to do. Open the door!

Open the door!

(Both grunting)

♪♪

- (Both shouting): Youssef! Youssef! Youssef!

Youssef! Youssef! Youssef!

No! Youssef!

(Sisters continue shouting, crying)

- (Both): Youssef, no!

(Sisters continue shouting)

- You are accused of treason and intentional murder.

You are found guilty,

and you are charged with hanging until death.

- If my living is painful to you,

then my death will be much more painful.

Remember, the dead feel no pain.

(Both shouting, indistinct)

- (All chanting): There's no God but God!

There's no God but God! There's no God but God!

There's no God but God! There's no God but God!

(Chanting continues)

♪♪

(All shouting)

- For the country!

- You support your countrymen!

(Gunshots)

'(Man): Incoming!

(Gunshots)

(Grunting)

- Release him!

(Gunshots)

(Horse whinnying)

(Grunting)

(Horse whinnying)

(Both grunting)

(Groaning)

(Grunting)

(Groaning)

♪♪

- Mommy!

(Screaming)

♪♪

- Go! Run!

(Men shouting, indistinct)

(Both grunting)

- Don't harm! Don't harm the girl, please.

She's just a child. None of this is her fault.

Don't come any closer.

(Both screaming)

If you come near her, I'll rip you in two.

- You are a nice little sweetheart.

I don't kill women!

Get out of the way! Let's go, come on!

(Screaming, crying)

(Screaming, crying)

- Where's Mark?

You seen him? Where's Mark?

- Ah!

(Both grunting)

(Screaming, crying)

(Both grunting)

(Grunting loudly)

(Grunting)

(Chuckling)

- You're pretty fucking sneaky for an Egyptian, aren't ya?

Come on, man! Let's fucking go!

Come on! I'll kick your ass!

Come on there, big guy, let's go!

Say, man, yeah, that's right.

That's what I thought! You're nothing!

Just a fucking dog!

Are you ready? Ha! Ha! Ha!

Just a little dog! You're feeling tough? Woof woof!

(Crying)

Get up! Now!

I'm gonna finish you now!

Come on! You're nothing!

It's time to finish you. Come on!

- Zauba! - Come on!

Just a fucking dog!

(Crying)

(Laughing)

- Zauba!

- Get on your feet!

Come on, get up, man!

- Oh! Oh!

(Laughing)

- Goodbye, Englishman!

(Gunshots)

(Screaming)

- Why are you hiding in here?

- I'm scared! No! - Move it, woman! Get out!

(Both grunting)

(Men shouting, indistinct)

(Both grunting)

- Ah!

- Blow it up!

Don't let those filthy animals flee!

- Where are we going?

- A police camp by the salt flats.

- You'll turn yourself in and be put to death.

- Hold tight!

- What about Hend?

- Zauba knows what to do.

(Grunting)

- Come on!

(Screaming)

- Kill him!

- Come on!

- We're gonna die.

(Gunshots)

- Shoot them! Shoot them!

(Gunshot)

(Men shouting, indistinct)

- (Man): Evacuate the station!

♪♪

(Men shouting, indistinct)

- Mr. Youssef's not in the station and Miss Fattan is safe.

♪♪

(Screaming)

♪♪

- The military court condemns

the accused Youssef Amine El Masry

to death by firing squad for the crimes of premeditated murder,

the crime of mutiny in a time of war

and risking the lives of civilians.

How do you plead? Guilty or not guilty?

- Guilty, sir.

- Death penalty is agreed. Court is adjourned.

- Are you guilty or not, Youssef?

No, not guilty.

You killed only in self-defense.

You didn't rebel against military orders.

You rebelled against those who have no right to give orders.

You didn't risk the lives of civilians.

You defended them and their rights.

Here.

This is your death certificate.

Your sisters are waiting for you outside. Give it to them.

They have papers for you with a new name: Camell Araffai.

You'll leave Alexandria.

Your name has been taken off all records,

including those of the interior ministry.

No officer by your name ever existed.

- But, sir...

- But what?

What did you expect after what you did?

A promotion? A medal?

Or maybe you expected to be a national hero

with streets named after you?

- No, sir.

- I know that.

- But, sir.

One question.

What about my body?

- Is that your problem or mine?

- Yours, sir.

- Correct. It's ours, and we'll solve it ourselves.

We'll hand them Mark's corpse instead,

after we burn it, of course.

Goodbye, Camell.