All language subtitles for Dear.Son.2018.ARABIC.1080p.WEBRip.x264-VXT

Is he OK?

Stay with him.

What's wrong, Sami?

- Riadh!
- Coming.

Riadh!

Wait...

Sami.

Come on, wake up.

Sami, wake up...

Is it normal he's passed out?

I don't know.
It could be the pain.

So, how is he?

He's fine, Uncle Riadh.
The scan is fine.

You must show it to Dr Belkahla.

What's wrong with him?

Nothing, it was just from the migraine
we talked about.

What about the fainting?

Dizziness and nausea
are often caused by migraines.

Dr Belkahla will explain.

No need,
he'll just say the same thing.

But you must do as he says.

If he sends you to a specialist,
you must go.

Thank you. God bless you.

Thanks. Bye.

Do you want this?

- It's almost 9 dinars.
- That's OK.

Besides, it's chocolate flavor.

65 dinars and 300 millimes.

What is 7 times 9?

Let me help you, Sir.

You're 2.5 dinars short.

Can you give me change
for another coupon?

You know she can't, Dad.
Don't you have change?

Sorry, I always get mixed up
with these coupons.

I can never get the shopping
and the coupons to coincide.

On this website, it says:

"People prone to migraines are gifted

with superior intelligence

and a greater aptitude for creativity."

Did you hear me?

I don't have enough
for his science lessons.

The private lessons.

- How much are they?
- 160 dinars.

He didn't go last Sunday.

I know and I didn't count it.

What do we do about the other issue?

Which issue?

The psychiatrist.
Shall we take him or not?

Do you think he'll accept?

And what can he do

except dope him up with medicine?

It's not a good idea
with his exam coming up.

The doctor says he's fine,

just the stress of the baccalaureate.

Maybe we're asking too much of him.

- She said that?
- Yes.

Didn't she slave away

to succeed and become a doctor?

It's the baccalaureate, Riadh.

It's just one year.

Belgacem wants us
to pay the property management.

He'll send a bailiff next time.

I don't care, I won't pay.

Wasting our money
on that basketball court

instead of repairing the lift.

Do we look like basketball fans?

Sami, I put out some biscuits for you.

Thanks.

- Wanna share?
- No, thanks.

They're gonna repair the lift, Nazli.

Nazli!

I think she went to pray.

Don't pile up the dirty dishes.

OK.

I saw a strange video
on Facebook yesterday.

Really?

There's a gas station attendant
in Mnihla

who sells gas for scooters.

Anyway,

he has a monkey this big,

and it has a sixth sense.

It can detect migraines.

- Really?
- I swear.

In the video,

they seat the sick person
in front of the monkey,

it takes his head,

searches through his hair,

finds the spot that hurts,

taps and pulls out a strand of hair
and that's it!

What?

He's cured.

Go ahead and make fun.

- I had goose pimples when I saw it.
- Really?

You don't believe me?
I'll send you the link.

- Go ahead.
- You'll see.

You make me laugh.

I'm staying longer this time.

I have extra classes.

I'll call you anyway. Bye.

I've put some food in the freezer.
I made you some pasta sauce.

- Take care.
- All right.

- Don't forget to turn off the gas.
- OK.

My aunt always had painful migraines.

She'd lock herself up for 3 days.

No visits, no lights.

She vomited too.
God rest her soul.

She went through hell, poor thing.

Don't jump to conclusions.
She didn't die from a migraine.

Stop it, Sameh.
You don't know what I'm going through.

Your kid's fine.

It's that damn baccalaureate.

You panic
and pass your stress on to him.

You know what he needs?

Listen to your mate.

A good shag...

and it'll all be gone.

He's only 19.

Exactly, he must be dying to do it.

Another virgin.

He comes
with only a touch of the hand.

Stop it.

Adnene!

- Don't call him over.
- He's a nice guy.

And I'm the Virgin Mary.

- This is Sameh, a colleague.
- Hello.

Sorry, my hands are dirty.

She'll help you with your work.

Why, he needs a nanny?

She's joking.

Eat up, sweetie.

Stuff your face.

Shall we grab some pizzas,

and forget your mother's stew?

OK.

Why don't we go to "Valentino"

and get some seafood pasta?

What do you say?

It's been ages.

I don't know.

It's too far.

So what?

I have money.

That's not it. We'll get home late
and I have to study.

Can't you take a break?

For once.

Hello.

- Papers, please.
- Of course.

Here you are.

- The insurance.
- Ah yes, the insurance.

I have it somewhere.
Sometimes I forget it at home.

Well, Mr. Riadh...

we don't have any insurance?

It must be somewhere.

Thanks, bye.

How much did you give him?

10 dinars.

Do you want more olive oil?

Your mother's cooking
is always too spicy.

Is your head aching?

Yes, a little.

I know you don't like it
when I say this,

but just take two pills
to stop the bout.

- It'll make me sleepy.
- So what?

Go to bed early
and study in the morning.

You'll be fresh and rested.

You know I can't study
in the morning.

Did you eat any chocolate?

No.

Well, I've stopped using bleach.

I'm at a loss
with these damn migraines.

I don't understand the cause.

I've searched all the online forums.

What do you think
causes your headaches?

I don't know!

Don't you understand?

I'm sorry, Dad.

What for?

Earlier in the kitchen.

It doesn't matter.

No harm done.

I don't know what's wrong with me.

What's wrong with you?

I don't know.

You're fine.

You'll see,
things will change at university.

You'll make new friends

and forget about all this.

I know I shouldn't behave like this.

I should make an effort.

- With us?
- Yes.

But we're your parents.

We understand and support you.

It won't last, you'll see.

I promise.

I want to see a psychiatrist.

What for?

We'll go when your mum comes back.

No need to wait for her,
let's go together.

- Will you come in with me?
- I don't know.

I don't know if I can.

- Do you want me to?
- Yes, if they let you.

Sami Saidi.

That's my son.

He has his final exam soon.

- Lots of pressure.
- Good luck.

Thanks.

"Rosal".

What?

Is it a tranquilizer?

No, no.

It's lighter.

That's what the doctor said.

His health is more important
than the rest.

What does Sami say?

He seems relieved.

Really?

The doctor advised him to work out.
He seems keen.

Good.

What did he say?

I thought he'd say
"stressed and overworked".

Overworked my ass.

- Stop it.
- Go on.

He said he was depressed.

Bullshit. He goes in with a migraine
and comes out with depression.

Who is this psychiatrist?

Stop carting him from doctor to doctor.

Just be normal with him,
don't show him you're worried.

You should pay me,
not that sod of a psychiatrist.

Will this fit Zied?

How much for this?

15 dinars, I think.

How are things with Nazli?

- I didn't mention the depression.
- I wasn't talking about that.

I meant the two of you.
How's the shagging going?

How long since you had a tumble?

Stop it.

A month?

Two?

If you say three, I'll pass out!

She spends 3 days in Makthar
and always comes home tired.

You're the one who's tired.

She's your wife.

Spoil her a bit.
A rose should do it.

Where's that shirt?
I like it, I'm gonna buy it.

Where's the salesman?

I have something for you.

I bought you this at the market.

It might be too big for you.

- Ezzahra market?
- Try it on.

It's not bad.

Do you like it?

Yes, it's nice.

Good.

It's not too big, is it?

No, it's fine.
I like it when it's loose.

Plus it's name brand.

H&M.

Hand it over so I can wash it.

Hello. How are things?

I forgot my charger at the bedsit
as usual.

You should keep one there and one here.

I always say that and forget.

What's he doing?
He's not answering my calls.

He probably didn't hear.

Is he taking his pills?

Yes.

I think he's feeling better.

Thank God.

Should we have taken him
to the psychiatrist earlier?

Well, it's done now.

I'm knackered.

What's this?

The florist at the station
forced me to buy it.

Did he now?

Mum, can I get you anything?
What do you need?

Nothing, thanks.

I'll go to the grocery store later.

But we don't need much.

- Later then.
- Sami.

Are we rid of those migraines?

- It's better.
- Are they gone?

- I think so.
- You'll be fine now.

Now listen, Adnene.

Take a left.

Head for the export area.

Well done.

- Riadh, where were you?
- At the port.

I have something for you.

Here's an envelope.

We all clubbed together
for your pension.

The names are inside.
You'll see who really cares about you.

That's nice.

They wanted to take you
for a meal instead.

I saved you from a dish of pasta.

You're a star.

Take Nazli for an outing or a weekend.

Have a good time.

You only live once.

How's Adnene doing?

He's a perv.

He looks like a saint
but he's a real lecher.

He keeps his cards well hidden.

I'll tell you all about it.

Will you drop by?

- See you then.
- Bye.

Bye, call me.

IBN RACHIQ HIGH SCHOOL

You're set on studying design?

I don't know.

My friend's son studies fine arts.

Shall I ask him for information?

- No need.
- Why not?

Because it depends on my marks.

You need high marks for that?

Yes, it's in demand.

Imagine you get high marks,

what would you choose
apart from design?

- It's too early to talk about it.
- Are you superstitious?

Yeah.

Don't be silly.

Forget about your marks.
If you could,

what would you choose?

It's just a game.

I don't wanna play.

Be a sport.

Dad, change the subject, please.

I'm joking, forget it.

Some people
retake the exam three times

and still end up with good jobs
and everything.

I'm going for a run.

Is he back?

Yes, why?
What's wrong, Riadh?

Why don't you pick up the phone?

- I left it here.
- Why didn't you wait for me?

I kept calling you.

- I didn't hear.
- Liar!

- He says he didn't hear.
- Don't interfere.

I searched the entire park for you.

I'm sick of your whims.

Find your own way this evening.

Call me when you want to go home.

- I'll manage.
- How will you manage?

I said I'd take you home.

You're gonna drive to Rades
and back twice?

So what?

I have a friend near here.
I'll go and have a coffee with him.

All right.

Hello, Dad?

Are you far?

Can you come and pick me up?

- I brought you some cake.
- Thanks.

Did you have fun?

Yeah. Did you see your friend?

We grabbed some coffee.

- You're still up?
- Not for long.

- Good night, Dad.
- Night.

Can you photocopy
the school annals, please?

All right.

I might pop into the Canadian Embassy.

What for?

For information.

About what?

Studying over there.

We already discussed that.

I can still check it out.

I saw their website. I want details.

And how do we pay for it?

We could sell the car.

We won't need it after the exam.

Sell the car?

It won't cover a term there.

Shall we try the bank?

You mean a loan?

Yes, they might help us.

With your pension
and what's left of my wages?

We can hardly make ends meet.

In what world are you living?

And why abroad?

If he succeeds with good marks,

he can study what he likes here.

Where is he?

- What?
- Sami.

- In his room.
- He's not there.

- Try the bathroom.
- Neither.

Where can he be?

Is he already downstairs?
Call him.

His phone's off.

Stay here, I'll go in.

Where would he go
just a few days before the exam?

He's taken everything.

There's nothing here!
Even his computer, everything!

- Hello.
- Hello, Sir.

Was there a flight to Turkey
this morning?

Just a minute.

There was one at 9:15.

Do you know if a Sami Saidi was on it?

I can't know.

He's my son, here's my ID.

Sorry, Sir,
but I don't have the passenger list.

He forgot his cell phone at home.

He'll call from the hotel. Why worry?

He takes medicine every day,

and his mother is worried.

We just want
to know if he arrived safely.

- I don't want to be a bother.
- No worries.

What's his name?

Sami Saidi.

I can't find him.

How come?

Were there other flights later
or yesterday?

You don't know when your son left,
nor on which airline?

To tell you the truth, I'm lost.

I left him in his bed yesterday.

This morning I found a message
saying he'd left for Syria.

What do I do now?

Thank you.

I can't find him anywhere.

Did he mention Turkey in his message?

No.

He could have gone through Libya.

- How old is he?
- 19.

He's young.
He could be having fun,

hiding at a friend's
or something stupid like that.

- Senior Science?
- No.

- Senior Science?
- No.

- Senior Science?
- Yes, which class?

Science 3.

I think they went home...

Ah there, him with the red bag,

he's in Science 3.

- What's his name?
- Maher.

- Hello, Maher.
- Hello.

- I'm Riadh Saidi, Sami's father.
- I recognize you.

Sami spent the night at a friend's.

His phone is off.
I want to give him his charger.

Hand it over. I'll give it to him later.

Where?

Well, here or later in class.

But he didn't come in today.

That's right, I haven't seen him today.

- Where's Sami?
- What?

Where did he spend the night?

You're the one
talking about his friend.

- Are you making fun of me?
- Sorry?

- Are you taking the piss?
- What?

I'm not too old to break your neck!

Let go of me! Old jerk!

Asshole!

I don't give a damn
about your son and his friends!

He's been skiving for more than a week.

Riadh.

Just a minute.

Open the door, Riadh.

He hasn't tried to reach you
since that message

by phone or Facebook?

No.

Can I ask you a few more questions?

Go ahead.

Sami was going
to take his baccalaureate?

Yes.

And you think he'd have passed?

Yes, of course.

Sami never had problems at school.

He never failed a year.

Only in primary school,
he had measles.

That was the only time.

- In primary school...
- Yes.

Does he pray?

I don't think so.

And you, madam?

Yes, I do.

And you, Mr. Riadh?

I used to, I don't anymore.

Do you know if friends or family
could have

influenced him to go to Syria?

We don't socialize much
and neither does Sami.

- We keep to ourselves.
- I'll be back in a moment.

Free Tunisia!
No to the terrorists!

You should be ashamed of coming here

asking for your children
to be brought back!

You gave birth to monsters!

We don't want them here!

Can I drive you home
or call a taxi for you?

- Riadh, are you OK now?
- Yes.

- Can you drive?
- Yes, I can.

Thanks, he's fine.

Shall we go home?

Give me a minute.

How many people are prepared
to sacrifice themselves

for what they call
democracy and freedom?

They call us terrorists,

we who fight
for the application of God's Law!

Their civilization
and freedom are collapsing,

yet they still strive

to pollute your minds

with their vices and sterile values.

And you believe
you are the master of your choices.

You are deluded.

Moreover,
they create an illusion of happiness

because they fear death.

Whereas death is far more noble
and beautiful...

Let it dry.

Be patient.

It'll get better...

- Is it only the arms?
- Yes.

Does it itch all day long?

In the evening.

Right. Do you sleep well?

- Not really.
- Meaning?

It's hard to fall asleep
and I wake up often.

Retirement is a difficult stage in life,

which can generate
these type of symptoms:

itching, apnea.

We'll do a few tests

to find out if it's organic
or psychosomatic.

We'll do some tests and see.

Could I be depressed?

What do you mean depressed?
Why?

You have to do the tests

before talking about that.

Then why did you tell my son
he was depressed?

Sorry? Your son?

Yes, Sami Saidi.

- Did I treat him?
- Yes.

He was preparing his baccalaureate
and had migraines.

He was recommended
by Dr Belkahla.

I remember now,
but I never said he had depression.

Yes, you did.

I'm sorry, I know what I said.

We talked about his migraines
and the stress of the exam,

but I never told him he was depressed.

Why did he lie to me then?

I don't know...
Maybe he was afraid of failing the exam.

- Did he pass by the way?
- No.

It doesn't matter, he's young.
It's only one year.

We can help him get over it.

Did he talk about us,
his mother and me?

He wanted to understand things
about himself.

We must help him overcome this failure

and recover his confidence.

- Hello, Nazli.
- Hello.

What's the matter?

I sold the car.

- What?
- I sold it to the mechanic.

I must bring Sami back.

What are you talking about?

I'm going to Syria via Turkey
to bring him back, that's all.

What are you talking about?

- You've gone mad!
- I know what I'm doing.

- Really?
- Yes.

- It's not madness?
- No, I've organized it all.

- I even bought the ticket.
- Really?

Yes.

You're not going.

- Listen, Nazli.
- No, I won't listen!

- Listen to me.
- I said you're not going!

But it's for Sami.

Yes, Sami.
Sami, who made a wreck of me!

I know, yes, I know!

But don't you dare do the same!

Don't leave me alone!

They'll cut your throat
and I'll be alone!

Don't talk nonsense.

They have nothing to do
with an old man like me.

Go on, wreck everything,
destroy my home!

Go ahead, destroy it all!

You want me to stay put?

To do nothing?

I tried, I can't!

We're going to lose our son!

I'm going to bring Sami back!

- Hello.
- Hello.

- You speak Arabic?
- No, sorry, Sir.

But how can I help you?

I am Riadh Saidi.

I have a reservation here.

Welcome, Sir. I will check.

Thank you.

- Please, question?
- Yes, of course.

Thank you.

I want to...

go...

to Syria.

My son now... in Syria.

No... not terrorist, my son.

- You help me?
- No, sorry, Sir.

No, not you.
You have a friend who can help me?

No, I'm sorry, Sir. I can't.

This is your key.

You go upstairs and then left.
Your room is 202, OK?

OK, thank you.

You're welcome, Sir.

Good evening.

I want to go to this hotel, please.

OK.

- Please.
- Yes.

202, please.

- Thank you.
- Excuse me...

You speak Arabic, don't you?

Yes.

My colleague says

you want to cross the border?

Yes.

I can help you.

How?

I know someone who can help you.

Do you have money?

- Cash?
- Yes, cash.

Yes, I do.

- Dollars, euros?
- Dollars.

It'll cost you 400 dollars.

150 before you leave,

and the rest when you arrive.

You'll take a bus
from here to Gaziantep,

and from Gaziantep,
another bus to Karkemish.

And you'll meet the smuggler there.

OK, I understand.

- Do you agree?
- Yes, I do.

- What... Should I pay now?
- If possible.

So this friend of yours
will help me get to Syria?

That's what he does.
His name is Jacim.

He'll help you cross the border.

I'm not swindling you.

No, I just want to understand.

You'll reach Karkemish by night.

The next morning,
you'll cross a secure military area,

then a wide deserted area,

and you'll be in Jarabulus.

Jarabulus?

- It's in Syria.
- Ah OK.

- Can I make a phone call?
- Of course.

Thank you.

Hello, Nazli.

Yes, fine.

I'm calling from the hotel.

I lost my phone.

I'm off to Syria tomorrow.

No, you can't call me, I'll call you.

I said I was calling from the hotel.
Good night.

Thank you.

OK?

Yes, thanks.

- Jacim?
- Yes. I'm Jacim.

- Can I help?
- No, thanks.

This way.

Can you pay me now?

I'm going to take you
to your hotel now.

Tomorrow, we'll go to Jarabulus.

It's a 50-minute walk.

Is someone waiting for you there?

No.

My son is there.

But we're not in contact.

Have you seen him?

- No.
- No?

I'm afraid he might be dead.

If he were, they'd have informed you.

- Good evening, welcome.
- Good evening.

- Tomorrow, OK?
- Thank you.

- Follow me.
- Thank you.

Can I help you?

I wanted to go out

to buy water.

Everything is closed now.

Come with me.

- Am I the only guest here?
- No.

There's a group of archeologists.

Before, Karkemish was famous
for its ruins.

Now it's become
the crossing point for jihadists.

- You're here for your son?
- Yes.

- He's young and doesn't understand.
- How old is he?

19.

That's not young.

What did you want when you were his age?

- Me?
- Yes, you.

To work, build a family,

to earn a living.

It's not enough for them anymore.

Young people...

want to feel important,
even if they have to die for it.

My son has nothing
to do with those people!

He's a good boy.

He was sick, that's all.

My son is my whole life.

Brother, I have 4 children,

scattered around the world.

When my wife died,

they came to see me for a week,

and after that,

they all went back to their lives.

No, it's not the same thing!

I don't care if he's away from me.

I just want him to be happy.

We all say that,

but in truth,
it's our own happiness that matters.

I have to get up early. Good night.

Good night.

They're gone, get up.

Get up, Sami! Up!

- What for?
- We're going home.

Your mother's waiting. Get up!

- It's useless.
- Why is it useless?

I'll find you a job, you'll get married.
Get up!

- I don't want to live like you.
- What?

What's wrong with my life?

Dad, don't look for me.

What?

Get up, get up!

Get up! Move!

Move, come with me! Get up!

Come with me! Get up!

What?

Why do you want me to go back to him?

I told you he doesn't want to.

Even if he did, they wouldn't let him.
I saw them.

Nazli, I have no money left.
I have to go.

I'm gonna hang up.
Good night.

Please, toilet?

I already put one out for you.

I've disappointed you, haven't I?

When I came back,
Nazli kept asking questions.

"How did you find him?

What was he wearing? What did he say?"

And I made up the answers.

What else could you do?

How did we end up like this?

Stop it, you're hurting yourself.

What about you, how's work?

Same as usual.

How are your girls?

They're fine.

But I'm fucked.

What?

I'm in deep shit.

What's the matter?

Zied met a girl at work.

He cheated on me.

Are you sure?

He told me himself.

He says he regrets it,

that he loves me.

He wants me to forgive him.

But I can't.

Just divorce the prick.

Divorce? I can't divorce.

My rent alone is 800 dinars.

And my girls are starting high school.

They don't deserve that.

The girls are gonna grow up
and leave you.

Nazli?

- Why are you in the dark?
- I thought you were out.

I was waiting for you for dinner
and fell asleep.

Shall we have dinner?

What are you saying?
What are you saying?

You're sure there's no sound?

Damn computer.

I wonder what his name is.

It's a boy, isn't it?

Who cares?

How can you say that?
It's my grandson after all.

Congratulations on your baby!

You're just a stupid idiot,
a bloody ignorant idiot!

Having a child

in the midst of those monsters!

Congratulations on your baby!

It's three for 9.5 dinars.

Go and get another.

- Don't forget the sugar.
- All right.

Yes?

Hello.

Yes?

I can't hear you properly.

Yes, he's my son.

Nazli!

What's this?

I don't understand.

Give it to me.

When are you bringing him back?

I have to know.

I have to get ready for the funeral.

I'll explain afterwards.

Explain what?

What are you going to explain?

Are you bringing him back or not?

Yes, that's not the problem.

What is the problem then?

Are you going to bring something back?

Are you going to bring me something
or not?

There's no Sami?

There's no Sami?

I said I'd explain.

God help me!

- I'm sorry for your loss.
- Thanks.

Keep your faith in God. That's life.

- Courage.
- Thanks.

- Condolences.
- Thanks, son.

He was a nice boy, in my son's class.

Very few people came.

Souad won't even come up.

Girls, Souad can't come.

She can't climb the stairs
because of her knee,

and the lift is out of order.

And there will be houris
with wide, lovely eyes...

Nazli.

Turn down the volume, please.

...as a reward for what they used to do

No vain talk will they hear therein
Nor any sinful speech...

Why did you cook all that food?

Just in case.

What does that mean?

I'm staying longer in Makthar this time.

I'm gonna spend time with my aunts,

and my timetable is really full.

I can't take all these comings
and goings anymore, Riadh.

And that bedsit we're renting there
for nothing.

I'd rather stay put.

Listen...

spend some time with your aunts
if you want.

Who cares about the bedsit.

This is your home.

Why should I come back?

I won't manage alone.

When you went to find Sami,
did you really see him?

What?

Did you see him like I see you now?

Did you touch him?

I already told you.

Never mind, tell me again.

I told you many times.

How did he look?

I told you everything.

How was he?

Did he talk about me?

Did he say, "How's Mum?"

- Why are you doing this to me?
- He didn't talk about me?

Why are you doing this to me?

Because I can't accept
what is happening to us!

I can't accept it, God forgive me.

God curse them!

Make them suffer like I'm suffering.

May they rot in hell!

Riadh!

Come up!

- Nasser, did you check the compressor?
- It's working.

Show me.

- 35/38.
- Good.

Come up, Riadh.

You're on fire? What a sissy!

No, not water.

Give him bread instead.