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Good morning, Mohamed Abu Swelam.

Red porgies are twinkling in the water

Red porgies...

-Khadra. -There she goes.

-Khadra. -Sweet mercy.

-Khadra. -What a beauty.

Behave yourselves.

-So beautiful, that Khadra. -Shame.

-Go to hell. -Hey, beautiful.

If you're such a smartass, why did the people in Cairo kick you out?

Go find jobs, you lazy jerks.

That's none of your business.

You gorillas could drag a plow or move a water wheel.

Why don't you find a job on some farm, you fools?

Your father's got a farm, I bet.

Are you mocking me?

Why don't you work on your father's? There.

-Come on, boys. -Giddy up.

Move it or I'll attach that cart to you instead of the donkey.

I don't see you sitting on a desk in some office. You're as good as the donkey.

-The donkey has more dignity. -Look.

-It's the young sir. -Welcome back, sir.

-Welcome back. -Stop it, boys.

Get off.

So sorry, sir.

Get off.

-Move. -There, I'm off.

Who are those people? What do they do?

They used to be peasants. They moved to Cairo but they failed there.

They abandoned the land, so it abandoned them.

Hello. Such a pleasure to see you.

-Welcome back. -Thank you.

It's great to see you again.

Mashallah.

You've become a fine young man.

How were your exams?

He passed, praise be to Allah. He graduated from elementary school.

God bless him.

I wish you all success in prep school too.

Come and have some tea.

Thank you, Mohamed Abu Swelam.

How is your daughter, Wassifa? I hope she's doing well.

She's fine, praise be to Allah.

I hope everything's okay with you?

Well, I guess.

We're waiting to harvest the cotton.

And after the harvest?

How can we think that far ahead when... we don't have enough water for irrigation?

How come?

Don't you have a ten-day irrigation period?

Come on.

How could the whole village finish irrigating in ten days?

Why don't you talk to the mayor?

The mayor!

And Mahmoud Bey!

When could a farmer ever stand up to a mayor or a bey?

You've survived so many hardships.

May you always hold your head high, Abu Swelam.

Amen!

That man Abu Swelam won't let it go.

He's digging his own grave. It's not gonna end well for him.

If the land is thirsty

We shall water it with our blood

It's a pledge and we're dedicated

It shall be fruitful at the break of dawn

O blessed land of our ancestors

You are the reason we exist

And we shall keep our promises

We will give you heart and soul

And never again will you be thirsty

You promised me that when I graduated from elementary school

you'd get me a suit with pants instead of shorts.

I will.

We'll see how the cotton turns out.

The cotton!

We have a crisis this year, son.

There.

There. Ten piasters, all yours.

That's your allowance for the whole vacation.

Send our regards to the mayor, Abdel Ati.

-Good afternoon. -Welcome back to town, sir.

-Welcome, sir. -Out of the way, kids!

Welcome, sir. Welcome back from Cairo.

What a pleasant surprise. Welcome.

Please come in.

Come in for some tea.

What are you looking at?

Wassifa?

Wassifa is so fine indeed.

Even the city people adore you.

You stupid girl, you dropped it. Khadra, hand it to me.

-Come on. -Take a swim, Wassifa.

The water is so good.

The water is so cold!

Give it to me.

You're acting like the city people.

I'm your Effendi.

Stay back, boy.

Stay back.

I'm your man, Khadra.

Go away, boy.

-You're so skinny, poor sucker. -Me?

Go away, boy. If anyone sees you, you're dead.

I'd give my life for you, girl.

I swear I'll complain about you to the village Sheikh.

Is that so? How could you do that to me, Khadra?

Girls, move it.

I have to hurry home. I'm helping Abdel Ati's bride get ready.

Is the wedding tonight?

Hope you get married soon, Wassifa.

May Allah grant you a good marriage. Wassifa, sweet daughter of Abu Swelam.

Here's Mohamed Effendi.

He's such a decent and respectable man.

He's an elementary school teacher.

His salary is four pounds a month.

That's on top of his land. Why don't you marry him?

Who's that with him?

His brother, Diab.

Don't you know?

One is an employee, the other is a farmer.

One is a hard worker, the other brings in money.

I hope you'll get to be Mohamed Effendi's wife, Wassifa.

It doesn't have to be--

He's so handsome.

What the hell! You left the donkey in the sun.

Oh, come on! I'm working in the sun all day too.

This is how you spell "Egypt" in English.

This is "Egypt"?

Did you see English soldiers in Cairo?

They attacked us in demonstrations.

There's Wassifa. She's coming this way.

Hello.

How's Cairo?

How are you?

I missed you.

Long time no see.

But of course. You were in Cairo.

Who would want to leave Cairo for this village?

Did you bring me anything from Cairo?

I...

What did she say?

Oh, my God. She was laughing.

Shame.

If he'd just grow up a bit and start wearing pants,

I'd marry that city boy and live in Cairo happily ever after.

Mohamed Effendi is also...

Shut up, Khadra.

Father wants me to get married in Cairo and have a comfortable life.

-That way he'd be satisfied. -Oh?

Your father will never be satisfied unless he marries you to Abdel Hadi.

They're cut from the same cloth. Always making trouble.

What's the use of being so gallant?

Now is not the time for gallantry.

Where is his gallantry gonna take him?

Oh, but he is so gallant, isn't he? That handsome Abdel Hadi.

Are you insulting my father?

Would I ever? Suit yourself. Wait for Abdel Hadi.

Me? I'd like a peaceful life. Not that stick fighting Abdel Hadi likes.

Bang, bang.

Good job, Abdel Hadi.

Nice, Abdel Hadi.

Hit him.

Our sweet, virtuous girl Has kept her family's honor

Tell her father The orange has been peeled

Tell her father The orange has been peeled

Easy, Abdel Hadi.

It's not a war.

It's a game. You can't be too harsh. It's just for fun.

Forgive me, Uncle Mohamed.

I'm sorry, Diab.

If you really wanna play, don't play against Diab.

Play against me.

Against you, Abu Swelam? Never. Who would ever stand against you?

I'll play against you, Uncle Mohamed.

-What? -Yes.

Give me that.

Come on, Uncle Swelam.

Come on, Uncle Mohamed.

Come, Uncle Mohamed. Don't be scared.

Get off me! You messed up my clothes. Damn you.

See what Elwani did?

He's at fault.

How dare you mess up Sheikh Youssef's clothes? He's the cleanest man in town.

Get up. Get the hell up, boy.

-Take it easy, folks. -Everything is cool.

Abdel Ati, let's go talk to the mayor.

-Now? -Come on, man.

To hell with the mayor.

It's his wedding night and you're taking him to the mayor?

Dance, Um Mohamed. Let's hear it, girls and boys.

Tell her father The orange has been peeled

Hey, man.

Hope you get married soon. We wanna see you married to Wassifa.

It's up to Uncle Swelam.

We'll see about that.

There you go, Sheikh Youssef.

A pre-rolled cigarette with this sharbat will hit the spot.

Get out of my face. I don't want it.

Congratulations, Abdel Ati.

Our sweet, virtuous girl Has kept her family's honor

Do you like our songs?

Don't laugh at us.

We're farmers. We don't know any city songs.

So, did you bring me anything?

A perfume.

A perfume!

No kidding.

Where is it?

I'll give it to you at the Abdel Hadi wheel.

After sunset.

Okay.

Congratulations, Abdel Ati.

Tell her father The orange has been peeled

Abdel Ati, come speak to the mayor.

Damn it. He's gonna fire us all.

Damn it.

Fine.

Yes, sir.

Yes.

Yes.

I swear, I will.

Calm down, Sheriff.

I've notified the whole village that the irrigation period is five days.

You can ask Abdel Ati, the guard.

It must be Mohamed Abu Swelam.

Mohamed Abu Swelam. Who else would it be?

I've got all their names and I'll send them to you.

Damn it.

Allah is sufficient for us.

Calm down, Mayor.

Your health is fragile.

Don't say that.

Go inside and leave us to our business.

Good evening, Mayor.

We missed you at the wedding.

Abdel Ati.

How could you not tell the people about the new five-day irrigation period?

Wasn't it ten days?

It's not up to me.

I get orders and I carry them out.

Why didn't you tell them, Abdel Ati?

Mohamed Abu Swelam must have told him not to tell them.

Maybe he was afraid the wedding would turn into a funeral.

I swear, Mayor. Mohamed Abu Swelam has nothing to do with it.

I've got his name and the names of those who dare disobey orders.

No one is allowed to use water after the five days, understood?

Sir, you are the mayor. You know everyone.

Write whatever you want.

I will write whatever I want.

Keep that passive attitude until you become mayor

when I die. After a long life, of course.

Don't say that, my dear.

Let death be the fate of your enemies.

We wish you a long, healthy life, Mayor.

There.

Take this to the Sheriff now.

What's this? Mohamed Abu Swelam's name.

I swear, Mohamed Abu Swelam has nothing to do with this.

Damn it. Want me to write your name?

May you celebrate Wassifa's wedding, Abu Swelam.

Um Wassifa.

Yes?

Take better care of the cow. She didn't look good when I left.

You got it.

Where's Wassifa?

I sent her to borrow some flour from Um Abdel Hadi.

Did you have to send her when it's so dark outside?

Come on.

I just hope Um Abdel Hadi has flour.

She's not scared of the dark.

Your daughter is just as tough as a man.

Isn't she?

Why don't you answer me?

I have a bad feeling.

I want her to get married in the city and live in the nicest neighborhood.

I wish you'd become my son's wife,

move in with us and have little boys and girls.

Thank you, Auntie.

What was Wassifa doing here, Mother?

May Allah protect her, son.

She came to borrow some flour.

She's not heading home, Mother.

I'm not sure, son.

Heavens, watch where you're walking, Abdel Hadi!

Damn you, walking around like a freaking high wall.

What are you doing here, boy?

Why don't you head to the mosque for prayer

instead of this lewdness?

Rot in hell.

To hell with you all. A bunch of heretic infidels.

Friday prayer is the only time you ever come to the mosque.

Let's move away from the bridge. Someone might see us.

This village is fond of gossip and lies. Let's go near the musalla.

Why are you so quiet?

It's just... I'm late and my dad's gonna be worried.

He should. This town is bad.

Yeah.

Where's the perfume?

Come back with an answer...

Here's ten piasters.

You can buy some perfume yourself.

Oh, my God. Ten piasters. Ten piasters.

Come back with an answer

O Caller

Have mercy on me

O Caller...

How sweet.

What if I woke up one day and found a sack full of ten piasters?

What would you do with it?

I'd take a boat like that to Cairo and settle there.

Take me to the other bank...

I bet they eat wheat bread all the time.

What a good life.

I bet women there

use a whole bottle of perfume when showering every day.

I bet they smell so good too.

O ferryman...

Why are you quiet?

Even the one I love is ignoring me...

Listen.

Even the one I love is ignoring me...

Remember when we were kids, how we used to play Bride and Groom?

We were here.

Right here.

O ferryman, longing is...

Remember when Sheikh Shinnawy caught us and beat us with a stick?

Longing is wearing me down...

Wow. How long ago was that?

Send them my regards And come back with an answer...

Wow.

Come back with an answer...

Four years.

Time flies.

Remember when we were playing here?

Why won't you talk?

Why are you sitting so far from me?

Come on.

What is this? Why did you bring me here then?

Seems like you're still just a kid.

No. I'm a big man.

My father promised me a suit with long pants.

I'm moving to secondary school soon.

Hello, Abdel Hadi.

Sit down, my man.

Sit down on the rug. Sit down, Abdu.

Damn you. We're not rich people. What's wrong with the grass?

We've given it blood and sweat, haven't we?

We're not city people. We don't smoke pre-rolled cigarettes.

Where were you just now?

Who was with you?

In front of my beloved's house

There's a tree, shade Singing and a breeze

If you won't carry me there

I'll take off my clothes and swim there

I wish I could spend my life singing and dancing.

I'm fed up with farming.

Oh, no.

Abdel Hadi.

Lend me 20 piasters. I'll give them back at the end of the season.

Not a single soul in this village has 20 piasters.

Except for the damned village Sheikh whose land you're watching.

And maybe Mohamed Effendi.

Sheikh Youssef too.

He has tons of silver, 20 piasters.

He insists on not giving me tea, sugar or cigarettes

unless I pay up my old debts.

Thank God.

They're not bandits. They're riding metal donkeys.

Hey, you two. Who set up a water wheel?

Come down, guys. There's dinner. There's dinner for you if you like.

No one set up a wheel.

I saw a girl putting it up there.

A girl? Where?

Anyway, irrigation is not allowed. We've notified the mayor.

The irrigation period is five days.

It's ten. It will always be ten.

Not anymore. It's five days now.

We've notified the mayor.

-If anyone sets up a wheel-- -What wheel? What five days?

Watch what you're saying, Mr. Engineer.

If anyone sets up a wheel, we'll break it and arrest them.

The ten days are barely enough.

Now they're down to five. How could you?

Government orders.

Screw the government.

What are you gonna do with the water? Drink it up?

Or direct it to Mahmoud Bey's land?

Doesn't he have machines? I'm setting up a wheel right now.

To hell with the government.

You'll dry up the land.

Blood will be spilled before water. Get out of my way. Fuck off.

I beg you. Don't tell anyone anything.

Ever.

I've never been here at night.

God bless you, dear.

Can I see you tomorrow?

-Here, same time? -Go now.

Who's there?

Wait right there.

Wait. I'm coming.

-What are you doing here, boy? -I...

-Are you meeting someone? -No. Who would I meet?

Where did you go after sunset?

Your father will ground you for the whole vacation.

Our sweet, virtuous girl Has kept her family's honor

That's enough, girls. The wedding is over.

A village of belly dancers. Always dancing no matter what.

The people of this town... Damned town.

-Give me a bar of soap for these. -One more egg.

-Five eggs for a bar of soap. -No, it's four.

Five. Go away.

-Excuse me. -Yes?

Some tea and sugar, please.

-Some tea and sugar? -Last time, I promise.

Why would I? I'm not your father.

Pay me what you owe first. Get out of here.

You're such a fair man, Sheikh Youssef.

-Don't you want another piece of halva? -I have no money.

You're an employee. You can pay me later.

You just got married and halva is good for you.

-Tell that to the mayor. -The mayor!

He might buy a pound's worth of halva.

God knows he needs it with that new city bride he married.

Don't talk to me about that crow, Abdel Ati.

There. Hope you choke on them.

There. A bar of soap.

You know, Sheikh Youssef.

The mayor told me to inform people that the irrigation period is five days.

But I didn't tell anyone. And I'm not going to.

How could you do that? Are you crazy? We have to be ready.

The engineering guys stopped by and found a running wheel.

They wrote down Mohamed Abu Swelam's name as a suspect.

They wrote his name down as a suspect? God have mercy on us.

Run to him and warn him.

Mohamed Abu Swelam doesn't give a damn.

Go warn him. You're gonna destroy us.

Go.

Come on, Sheikh Youssef. Don't be so harsh.

I just got married. Getting hit can't be good for me.

Hey. This is mine.

It's mine. I've been following it since dawn.

You can't take everything. Give me that.

-Get off me. -You little bitch.

-Filthy whore. -I'll make you eat it.

-Oh, my God. -Help. Oh, God.

-Oh, dear God. -Stop them.

Oh, no.

Khadra.

-Khadra. -Oh, my God.

You people only strong-arm the weakest.

Khadra is a poor girl. She has no one to protect her.

Give her a piece of halva, Abdel Ati.

Merciless.

Is that you, Elwani?

Government? Water? What the hell are you saying?

What do I know? Go ask Sheikh Youssef.

He knows everything. I didn't issue the orders.

She fainted. She hasn't eaten much.

You're fine, girl.

Where are you going?

To irrigate the village Sheikh's land. They're cutting off the water.

Hey, girl.

What?

Meet me in the field after sunset.

What are you gonna give me?

What do I have to give anyway?

A cucumber.

One cucumber?

Make it two.

Two?

Fine, two it is.

I've already lost the position of Leader of the Guards.

What more can they do?

This is another plot by the mayor. He cut a deal with government officials.

They reduced the irrigation period from ten days to five.

And he reported you in order to distract you.

Five days? How could the land survive?

I swear this is injustice. Impiety.

I'm gonna water my land, to hell with them. Whatever happens happens.

Calm down, Mohamed. Come back here.

You're walking right into one of the mayor's tricks again.

Let him say whatever he wants. Hearts do not sway.

I'm watering my land.

Calm down, Abu Swelam. Wait until tomorrow.

We'll sit with the men tonight and see what we can do.

We'll do what the group decides.

The men? What the group decides.

Okay.

Elwani.

Go tell Mohamed Effendi to follow me to Abu Swelam's house.

You got it, Sheikh.

What about the tea and sugar? Can we work something out?

How do you not know what it means?

Read the line once more. Read.

"On the edge of the sandy desert--"

"Let us pause to weep over the memory of my beloved. Here was her abode,

on the edge of the sandy desert between Dakhool and Howmal."

You need to learn how to recite poetry. Read it again.

What is it? Read. Read.

I'm thirsty.

Why didn't you say so?

Diab.

Hey, Diab.

Just a couple of loaves, please.

Diab.

Diab.

Hey, Diab.

That donkey is here for transportation.

Get out of my face.

Damn you, Diab, brother of Mohamed Effendi.

Diab. How could you hit Khadra in our house?

Sorry, Khadra.

Good to see you, girl.

Good to see you too, sweet gentleman.

There's no one like you in this village, Mohamed Effendi.

But shame.

Why do you say that, Khadra?

Khadra. I'm never on your mind.

I know you like Wassifa.

But...

how will you get to see her, Mohamed Effendi?

I'm counting on you.

I will bring her right here to you. That I promise you.

What is this?

This jar is empty, Wassifa.

Fill it up.

Don't be like the government.

Listen, Uncle Mohamed.

We should convince all the men to water their lands every ten days.

We shouldn't be afraid.

Do you think they'll say yes?

Of course. Everyone will be on board.

People are angry.

Am I missing something?

You know, Abdel Hadi.

If all the men agree, no one would dare touch the water.

Not the mayor, Mahmoud Bey or the government.

Not even the English army.

-Peace be upon you. -Peace be upon you.

-Upon you too. -Upon you too.

Peace be upon you.

-Peace be upon you. -Peace be upon you.

Out of the way.

Make room for Sheikh Youssef.

-Where were you yesterday, young lady? -Young lady?

-Go to hell. -Where were you? Answer me.

Listen to me, Abdel Hadi. I don't answer to you.

You have no right. You're not my father or my husband.

But in the future, I'll be...

Peace be upon you.

-Mohamed Effendi. -Welcome, Mohamed Effendi.

Heavens. Mohamed Effendi is here.

So what if he's here?

The Sheikh that taught us the Qur'an is also here.

Abdel Hadi.

Abdel Hadi.

...from ten days to five...

Where were you?

We need to talk.

-Getting water. -Why did it take so long?

You could've watered a whole field by now.

We don't have time to waste, Abdel Hadi. We need to get to business.

And you're the man for the job, I assume?

Watch yourself, Abdel Hadi.

Give it a rest. Let the men speak.

What's with you? What happened to you two?

They're just a couple of enthusiastic young men.

This water issue is stressing them.

Send blessings upon the Prophet and let's pray that whoever made this decision

receives the worst punishment from God. Blessings upon the Prophet.

-Blessings be upon him. -Blessings be upon you, Messenger.

Please, Sheikh. Don't start with that. Let us demand our rights openly.

Your rights, you-- Take it up with the mayor, infidel.

Let's all go to the mayor. Let him figure it out.

He's the governor of the village.

Let's go to the mayor. He's a kind man.

You think the mayor will solve this? What a stupid village.

Don't you understand by now that these troubles are his doing?

He's an old snake.

Got one foot in the grave and still looking to remarry.

I won't sit with you if you're gonna insult the mayor.

I'm off to prayer. Peace be upon you all.

-Peace be upon you. -Peace be upon you.

See you.

What do you think, Hajji?

I think we should solve this amicably.

Amicably?

And how are we gonna "amicably" water our lands?

There's no harm in talking to the mayor and Mahmoud Bey.

Those who are in charge.

We need to take this into our own hands.

-Yes. -Calm down, men.

Sit down, Abdel Hadi. Calm down.

I say we file a formal petition.

What do you mean by a formal petition?

A petition to the Ministry of Works.

Especially since Mahmoud Bey has many connections.

Maybe he can even carry it to the Prime Minister himself.

Exactly.

-Yes. -We should talk to the government.

Sounds reasonable.

A petition?

That is nonsense.

The government doesn't respond to petitions.

I'm gonna do what I decided.

We'll irrigate for ten days. If you wanna write petitions, go ahead.

-That's right. -I agree.

Allah's hand is with the united group. We need to reach a consensus.

There's no difference of opinion.

We could continue irrigation and also write a petition.

What do you think?

-Sounds good. -Reasonable opinion.

Fine. If that's what you want.

I'll make sure it sends a strong message.

Sheikh Youssef is the best man to write this petition.

He was an Azhar student.

And if he had finished school,

he would've been a headmaster or an inspector over Mohamed Effendi.

Shut up, you fool.

Every last one of my colleagues is either an inspector or a high official.

The youngest of them

-is now a mayor. -Wait.

Did I upset you, Sheikh Youssef?

I'm just saying that to kiss your ass so you'll give me the stuff.

The tea and sugar.

Excuse me, Uncle Mohamed. I'm gonna head home.

My desk, pen and stuff are there.

After sunset, God willing, the petition will be ready.

You're welcome to come to my house.

Peace be upon you.

See you, Mohamed Effendi.

Uncle Mohamed, listen. I want you to promise me Wassifa.

Let's make it official tonight.

Now is not the time for that, Abdel Hadi.

It's done, guys.

Read it to us, Mohamed Effendi.

I hope you've used some big words.

Like "notwithstanding," "whereas" and "nonetheless."

Don't you think

that if we had let the Sheikh write it it would've been a blessed letter?

Really?

He would've filled it with "judgment," "punishment" and "angels."

He would've angered them

and they would've said, "Ask your angels to make it rain then."

Are you mocking the angels, you infidel rascal?

You neither pray nor respect the heavenly kingdom.

I promise you, right here, right now,

if this works and we get back the old irrigation period,

I'm gonna prepare a feast for the hungry.

I'll cook them a whole goat.

Let the people eat well. And you too.

You're so funny, Abdel Hadi.

-Make it a big sheep. -A big sheep it is.

I just hope they restore it.

Let's read Al-Fatiha before everyone then.

Read Al-Fatiha.

In the name of Allah, The Beneficent, the Merciful.

Praise be to Allah, Lord of the Worlds, The Beneficent, the Merciful.

Master of the Day of Judgment, Thee we worship and ask for help.

Show us the straight path, that of those whom Thou hast favored,

not of those who earn Thine anger nor of those who go astray.

-Amen. -Let's hear the petition, Mohamed Effendi.

Let's hear it.

-Yeah. -Let's hear it.

Take out your stamps and let's get done with it.

I've written it in a very eloquent style.

"Your Excellency,

if the irrigation period is shortened, the farmers will be stripped bare

of everything except the filthy dirt beneath them and the cold sky above."

"They will have no shelter..."

Who the hell wrote this absurdity, Mayor?

Sir, it's just... We've...

I can see now that it needs some tweaks.

Some wise sayings.

Wise sayings?

Anyway. We need to get this done.

It can't take a year to build an agricultural road.

Hey. Be careful with the antiques.

-Mr. Mayor. -Yes, sir?

I'm gonna write the petition on behalf of the people.

Take a blank piece of paper

and collect their signatures, fingerprints and stamps.

I'll add the petition text later.

Yes, sir.

Mohamed Effendi, stay. I need you.

Watch out, you donkey.

What's this nonsense?

We need to read it first before we sign it.

Come on, people.

-Bring your personal stamps. -No.

-If you don't, use your fingerprints. -Don't do it.

Don't listen to Abdel Hadi.

Get the hell up here.

Move, you piece of shit.

Get out.

If you truly obey Allah and the Messenger, you will come forward and sign.

A bunch of heretics.

Come on, infidels.

Get out of the way.

-Move. -Come here and sign.

Elwani.

Elwani.

Elwani, have you seen my father?

Your father?

What's with him?

You idiot, Elwani.

Where are you going?

This isn't a joke, you idiot.

You bigmouth fool.

Where's my father? The mayor is collecting signatures.

Answer me, Elwani.

What the hell?

What's this?

It's a pumpkin.

It's sweet, just like you.

Take it.

Take it, Wassifa.

Take it.

It's good for you in this hot weather.

Go to hell.

Anyway, the mayor has no role in this.

I've agreed with Mahmoud Bey that we'll go to Cairo

and present the petition together to the Prime Minister himself.

-To the Prime Minister himself? -Are you serious?

I swear to you.

You're gonna meet the Prime Minister. Your late father would've been so proud.

Very good.

What do you say?

What can I say? I just...

I wish you the best of luck.

I just hope we see results.

I'm gonna take off. I'm meeting Mahmoud Bey

to take the 1:00 p.m. train together at the main station.

I'm gonna take off too.

"Going to meet the Prime Minister," he says.

Peace be upon you.

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

-Listen, Uncle. -Hurry, Mother.

-What is it? -I want you to promise me Wassifa.

Let's make it official now.

-Now is not the time for that, Abdel Hadi. -Why not?

Wassifa.

What were you listening for out there?

Why are you suddenly interested in land issues?

Since when do you care?

Come on.

I'm Mohamed Abu Swelam's daughter.

Mohamed Effendi is leaving for Cairo at 1:00 p.m.

I'm thinking...

we should send something with him to Sheikh Hassouna.

I wish, Mohamed. We don't have anything good.

Except for this rice casserole I made for you.

There it is.

Perfect.

That is the best thing to send to Sheikh Hassouna.

He's always liked my rice casserole, you know.

-I wish you a safe return, Effendi. -What's this?

Some food for Sheikh Hassouna.

-Please take this to my son in Cairo. -We wish you a safe return.

-Take this to my son in Shubra. -Tell my son to send some money.

I'm on an official task, people.

I can't walk into the Prime Minister's office carrying food.

Take care, Mohamed Effendi.

-Have a safe trip. -God bless you.

Mohamed Effendi.

Mother says that Sheikh Hassouna likes rice casserole.

Who wouldn't like anything... that you make, Wassifa?

-Take care, Mohamed Effendi. -We wish you a safe trip.

Watch out for city girls, Mohamed Effendi.

Lucky bastard.

He'll get to see the Prime Minister.

No tea or sugar for you from this day on.

Giddy up.

Giddy up.

Giddy up.

Put down the jar. We don't wanna jinx Mohamed Effendi's trip.

Heavens.

Who's that girl, Diab?

Sheikh Youssef's daughter.

What a nice girl.

She didn't want to face me with an empty jar.

What a noble soul.

See how the water is flooding Mahmoud Bey's land?

How come they reduced our share

when there's so much water on Mahmoud Bey's land?

How weird.

Stop talking ill of him. He's looking out for the good of the people.

It's so hot today.

The ground is burning.

Take it easy, Diab.

You're getting married after we sell the cotton.

Why should we wait?

We're not short of money.

I'm counting on you for help.

Who did you choose for me?

-What about Sheikh Youssef's daughter? -Oh!

What about Uncle Swelam's daughter?

What's wrong with Wassifa? I want Wassifa.

So hot. So damn hot.

The ground is burning.

Why does the sun make the bridge so hot, Mohamed Effendi?

Go back home, Diab. Ride the donkey.

Take care of it.

Take good care of our mother.

Don't shout at her, upset her or disobey her.

Take care of the land.

Mohamed Effendi.

Let's go, Mohamed Effendi. Mahmoud Bey is waiting for you.

This is my phone number. In case you get lost in Ramses Station.

Go ahead.

See you.

See you.

Mohamed Effendi.

What is it, Diab?

I want falafel and wheat bread, please.

Make room for the Effendi.

Go in, Effendi.

Take the basket, Mohamed Effendi.

-Stop right here. -Let me go.

-I'm not traveling. -Where's your ticket?

Let me go. I'm buying falafel.

Give me one.

What a good life those city people are living.

Wassifa.

Wassifa. Oh, my.

Yes, I'm here. I'm here.

Hello.

Mahmoud Bey.

Yes?

This is Mohamed Effendi.

Who do you wanna speak to?

Mohamed Bey?

No. I'm just an effendi.

Sure, I'll get the madam. Madam.

Who do you wanna speak to?

Oh. He's already left.

It's okay.

Why are you always on the phone every single day?

Use the phone for work some days, but also have a little fun.

I'm on a very important and urgent task, madam.

If you say so. Suit yourself.

Hello, Mahmoud Bey?

What?

Oh, okay.

Dial 5543, please.

Down with colonialism!

Hello? Can I speak to Mahmoud Bey?

Down with colonialism!

-What? -Get down.

Hello?

Oh, dear God.

See?

See how dry the land is?

And you're waiting for Mohamed Effendi to meet the Prime Minister.

Where is Mohamed Effendi now?

Where is Mahmoud Bey?

Where is the Prime Minister?

Make it quick.

Diab. Any news from Mohamed Effendi?

None.

There's Diab.

Any word from your brother, Diab?

-Giddy up. -Any letters for me from Mohamed Effendi?

Get out of my face.

Is Mohamed Effendi coming back soon, Diab?

The mailman says there are no letters.

-Down with colonialism! -Down with colonialism!

-Down with colonialism! -Down with colonialism!

-Oh, dear. -Down with colonialism!

-Down with colonialism! -Down with colonialism!

What is this basket?

-Down with colonialism! -Down with colonialism!

What is this shit?

Hurry up. Take your stuff and leave.

This is just a small amount of money.

This is out of my own pocket.

And when the Prime Minister agrees to our petition,

we will collect enough to befit an honorable man like you.

Listen, Mohamed Effendi. I did file a petition,

but it was about a great new project that will benefit the whole village.

A new project? What about the water?

And the irrigation period, sir?

Listen, Mohamed Effendi.

This is the bridge.

The directorate. Your village.

My new mansion.

What are those two lines, sir?

This is the great new project.

An agricultural road

that will cross the village here and link it to cities and urban places.

The people are waiting for water. Water is life for them, sir.

The agricultural road will urbanize your village. Open up your mind.

I beg you, Mahmoud Bey.

This will destroy the people.

It will take up our lands.

All of our lands, Mahmoud Bey.

Why are you upset, Mohamed Effendi?

It could also be good for your land. You and I can reach an agreement.

There's always a way. Stick with me and you'll come out a winner.

Go back home now, Mohamed Effendi.

Convince the people of the benefit of the agricultural road.

You're an educated man. You can influence them.

Go now, Mohamed Effendi.

And be confident that you'll gain from it as much as I'll gain.

What do I tell the people, sir?

You're an educated man. You'll figure something out.

See you.

Anybody here?

Who is this?

Is Sheikh Hassouna here?

Welcome.

Who wants him?

I'm his nephew, Mohamed Effendi. I came from the village.

Welcome. He's not here right now. He's praying at Sultan Hassan's Mosque.

Allah is greater

Allah...

What the hell did you do?

Mahmoud Bey's agricultural road will take our land and the people's too.

What the hell did they teach you?

No one in the village can find a solution.

This is on all of you.

How could you let them sign a petition when you didn't know what was in it?

We're counting on you, Uncle.

Counting on me?

I can't do anything alone.

Unless the whole village, the whole village, stands together united,

nothing can be done.

I have to hurry. I don't want to miss my turn watering.

Take your time.

Every Tom, Dick and Harry came out to water today.

They all need to work.

-What about the agreed turns? -What turns?

You can go, Abdel Hadi.

Go before it's noon and the sun is scorching.

I'm gonna check the wheel to see why the water is blocked.

Five days is not enough.

Five days is not enough.

What do you think, brother? Do we take our turn watering today?

Five days is not enough.

What are you doing, Diab? Stealing water like the government?

Block the canal. Your turn is tomorrow.

Go away, Abdel Hadi.

I'm watering our land and Uncle Hassouna's land.

Don't make me do something I'll regret.

I know what this is about. You are all envious.

You all envy my crops.

Not a single man in this village

can produce a crop like this or use the axe like I do.

Block the canal first, Diab.

You can't take all the water for yourself. Damn it!

There.

-There. -Block it, Diab.

-There. -Diab, stop it.

Diab!

Come here!

Stop fighting!

Diab, stop!

Why are you fighting?

The period was ten days and now it's five. Diab should water today.

Um Wassifa stopped the whole wheel.

What are you gonna do now? A woman stopped your wheel, Abdel Hadi.

Abdel Hadi, you're too brutal.

You'll waste your lives and you still won't save the land.

The best thing to do is water for ten days against the government orders.

It's best to just share the five days.

How? The ten days weren't enough to begin with.

I'll go first.

Why you?

You were second. I'm first.

No, we're first.

Diab, don't make it worse. You can water tomorrow.

I'm watering my land today. Go to hell.

-Diab. Don't do this. -Let me handle him.

Abdel Hadi.

Oh, my God.

Hasaneen, no!

Quick! Open our canal, boy.

Get out of the way. Move!

Let him go.

Oh, God. Help!

Help me!

The cow fell down the wheel!

Help me, Abdel Hadi!

Help!

Help!

-The cow fell down the wheel. -Hell no!

The cow fell down the wheel!

Help me, Abdel Hadi!

Help me, people!

-Help! -Oh, God!

-Help! -The cow fell in.

I'll help you, Abdel Hadi.

I'll help you, Abdel Hadi.

Wait for me, Abdel Hadi.

-Grab its belly. -Help me, Diab.

Pull her up, Diab. Pull.

Pull up, Diab.

-Help us. -Take my hand.

Take my hand.

Harder.

Harder.

-Allah is greater. -Pull, boys. Pull harder.

Pull the cow.

O Hussein.

God!

It fell down again!

Loosen the rope a little.

-Help me. -Pull.

Help us, men. Come on.

Give him your hand.

Take his hand.

The rope is better. Shut up.

Stay strong and pray to God for help.

-God, help us. -God, help us.

God, help us.

God, help us.

God, help us.

God, help us.

God, help us.

-God, help us. -O Hussein.

God, help us.

God, help us.

God, help us.

God, help us.

-God, help us. -God.

It's moving up.

God, help us.

Harder, boys.

That's it.

-God bless you, Abdel Hadi. -God bless you.

The cow is out, Sheikh Youssef. Give me a kiss.

Get off me. You ruined my clothes!

Go home, everyone.

If we had listened to the Sheikh, the cow would've died.

The village Sheikh and the mayor are the source of evil.

Now you're laughing? You were just fighting.

Take it up with the government if you can.

Stupid village. Thank God, Mohamed Abu Swelam.

Take it easy, Diab.

Are you still upset?

How could you do that to me?

Just because I'm on my own,

you beat me up now that Mohamed Effendi is away.

I never thought you'd do that.

Diab.

Diab.

You, Diab.

Diab.

Your uncle, Sheikh Hassouna, is coming.

Mohamed Abu Swelam.

Sheikh Hassouna sent a telegraph saying he's coming.

My uncle, Sheikh Hassouna.

-Sheikh Hassouna is coming. -Sheikh Hassouna...

We'll open the main canal.

Open the main canal. Water all the lands.

It's God's water. Our water. Not the government's.

Diab, let's go.

I'm with you, Abdel Hadi.

Run the wheel, Uncle Mohamed.

Let the water run and quench the thirst of the land.

Let's go, men.

If the land is thirsty

We shall water it with our blood

It's a pledge and we're dedicated

It shall be fruitful at the break of dawn

O blessed land of our ancestors

You are the reason we exist

And we shall keep our promises

We will give you heart and soul

And never again will you be thirsty

The land is lost, boys.

Peace be upon you.

Peace be upon you.

Peace be upon you.

Eat something, Mohamed.

I don't want to eat.

You and Wassifa should eat.

Everything will be okay. You're a strong man.

I don't know what the people want with us.

They want security.

Security?

I wish it was that simple.

People need the land. The land needs water.

Water needs a connection. The connection needs a mansion.

The mansion needs a road. The road needs a scapegoat.

The scapegoat is the poor. Us.

This is our tale.

The tale of us and Mahmoud Bey,

my father and his, and my grandfather and his.

This has always been our tale of woe.

Go home, Abdel Hadi.

What do you want, Abdel Ati?

The mayor wishes to speak with you.

Do you know what he wants?

No, Uncle Mohamed.

He said, "Go get Mohamed Abu Swelam and don't come back without him."

Go back. I'll follow you there.

Go ahead, Abdel Ati. Take these men away.

What's going on, Mr. Mayor?

Irrigation officials found the canals open.

They notified the directorate that these men were responsible.

The sheriff requested that they be arrested.

-It was the mayor who reported them. -Take them, Abdel Ati.

Let's go, Diab.

It's our unfortunate fate, Uncle Mohamed.

It's the mayor's betrayal, Abdel Ati.

Where are you taking them, Mr. Mayor?

To the directorate, Mohamed Effendi.

May Allah punish you, Mayor.

Father.

Father.

Father.

Why are they taking you?

It was Abdel Hadi.

Stop it.

We don't cry and wail. You're Abu Swelam's daughter.

Go home, woman.

Don't touch me!

Let me go!

-I ask thy help, Master Ramadan... -Down with colonialism!

-I ask thy help -Long live Egypt!

The Living One.

They've got so many men and students.

The Prime Minister is visiting next week.

They've started the arrests already.

Long live Egypt!

-Get in there. -Allah is The Living One.

Damn you, Sheikh Sha'ban.

What are you doing here? You left the village years ago.

The blessed Master Ramadan called on me.

I ask thy help.

He called on me, so I answered.

He called on us, so we answered.

I ask thy help. Master Ramadan, help us.

Mohamed Abu Swelam.

Allah is The Living, The Eternal. I ask thy help.

-Get this man out of here. -Yes, sir.

Get up.

Mohamed Abu Swelam, stand up.

Are you deaf?

Get up!

Don't hit him or I'll break your hand!

Cruel infidels.

Cruel infidels.

Uncle Mohamed.

-Mohamed Abu Swelam. -Stop it.

-Let him go. -Uncle Mohamed.

Mohamed Abu Swelam.

-Get back. -Uncle Mohamed.

-What's happening? -Mohamed Abu Swelam.

You dog. Hold him down.

-Uncle Mohamed. -Yes, sir.

Hello.

Anybody here?

Mohamed Effendi.

Are you home alone, Wassifa?

Is your mother here?

My mother.

My mother is sleeping in there.

Mohamed Effendi, what did you do

about my father, your brother Diab, Abdel Hadi

and the rest of the men they arrested?

I'm going to Mahmoud Bey's house

to give him some money to let the men out.

They will be out today, God willing.

Really? Are you serious?

-Look. Your donkey. -What?

Your uncle Sheikh Hassouna is back.

-He's a true gentleman indeed. -Giddy up.

An honorable man who protects women when their men are away.

Giddy up.

Giddy up.

Auntie Um Mohamed,

I went to everyone. I only found two loaves at the village Sheikh's house.

Where is Uncle Hassouna, Mother?

He's with the mayor in the guest room.

Come on, Sheikh Hassouna. They vandalized the village assets.

The government is the criminal here, stealing people's money and livelihood.

Mother, Sheikh Hassouna is coming here.

Peace be upon you.

Welcome.

Welcome to our house, sir. Come in.

Thank you.

I'll come visit when Abu Swelam is back home safely.

He will be back home soon, Um Wassifa.

The mills of the gods grind slowly.

Surely Allah is with the patient.

We're counting on you, Sheikh Hassouna.

We count on you to stay strong. And Wassifa too.

Don't be sad.

The mayor will have his day.

Sheikh Shinnawy, I think someone climbs over to my stocks

and steals corn every night.

God forbid.

-Mr. Mayor. -Open the door.

What's going on, Abdel Ati?

Where did you take my man, Abdel Ati?

Your father was also arrested. Why do you only care about your husband?

Shut up. You can't make lewd insinuations in front of me.

A virtuous man indeed.

Hey, where do you think you're going?

Take your hands off me, Abdel Ati.

Who is this girl, Abdel Ati?

Wassifa, daughter of Mohamed Abu Swelam, Leader of the Guards.

You're still calling him Leader of the Guards? Damn you.

Yes, I'm Mohamed Abu Swelam's daughter.

Like mother, like daughter, Wassifa.

Don't talk about her mother.

Don't you dare mention my mother.

-Understood? -Dirty old miser.

Come here.

-Stop it, woman. -I'm gonna break your damn head.

-Stop it. -Hit him, women. Hit him.

-Stop them. -Hit him hard.

-That's enough, woman. -Oh, God.

Oh, no. I'm gonna cut your arms off.

I will report you to the police, I swear.

-Shut up. -Get your hands off him.

What are you afraid of, women?

-Elwani. -There's another sack, Khadra.

-Take it, girl. -Burn in hell, Mayor.

Let me go, bitch.

-Let me go. -Move.

Say, "I'm a woman."

Say, "I'm a woman."

Sons of bitches.

Say, "I'm a woman."

The demonstrations are here.

Open the door.

Long live Egypt!

-Long live Egypt! -Long live Egypt!

-Down with colonialism! -Down with colonialism!

Freedom! Freedom!

Freedom! Freedom!

-Long live Egypt! -Long live Egypt!

-Long live Egypt! -Long live Egypt!

-Down with colonialism! -Down with colonialism!

Criminals.

Down with colonialism!

Allah is The Living One,

The Eternal.

We ask thy help.

What's on your mind?

Don't beat yourself up, Uncle Mohamed.

Why don't you promise me Wassifa right here, right now?

Down with The People's Party!

Down with The People's Party!

Get in there, you rascals.

Down with The People's Party!

Allah is greater.

Welcome, brothers.

God bless you all.

People!

People!

The men are back.

Uncle Swelam and the men are back.

It's a celebration tonight, people.

All the men are back.

Thank God.

They're finally out.

-Mabrouka. -What?

Your husband is out. Get down here.

Diab is back. The men are out.

All praise to Allah.

Get me the bottle from upstairs, Mohamed Effendi.

Abdel Hadi. My boy.

Son.

We ask thy help.

Hey!

The men are back.

It's a celebration tonight, people.

You brought us relief, Sheikh Hassouna.

You were there for us, Sheikh Hassouna. Let me kiss your hand.

God bless you, Sheikh Hassouna.

Welcome back.

Welcome...

Welcome back, Abdel Hadi.

Welcome back home.

Father!

Welcome home, Father.

Welcome home.

Let's go home, Father. Come with me.

Diab.

Diab.

There, Sheikh Sha'ban. Drink this.

Enjoy this cup of sharbat.

When is the food coming?

The Living One.

That meat is so juicy, young woman.

Diab.

Diab.

Diab.

Diab.

Diab.

Diab.

Diab.

Diab.

Welcome back, Diab.

Welcome back, Diab.

There isn't gonna be a next time.

You've disciplined them properly up there. Of course.

Yes. You got it, Sheriff. I will keep them in check.

What?

What did I do to deserve getting fired?

How can I get fired after all this time?

After serving them for so long.

Swim with sharks, you're bound to get bitten.

Poor thing.

Wasting your health and energy on this ungrateful village.

Are you capable of talking about anything other than my health? I'm fine.

Come on, Mayor. Don't take it out on me.

Take your anger out on Sheikh Hassouna, who turned the people against you.

No one can touch me.

Give it a rest. You couldn't stand up to a bunch of women.

How will you stand up to men?

Are you talking back to me too? You're fired as well.

Gather all the guards. I'm firing you all.

Yes, Mayor.

The Living One.

I ask thy help.

-The Living One. -Abdel Ati.

Bring Sha'ban here.

I ask thy help.

Uncle Mohamed.

Mohamed Abu Swelam.

Hello, Sheikh Hassouna. Welcome.

Where's Mohamed?

Ever since he came back, he's been spending all his time in the field.

He's sad and heart broken.

He doesn't eat anything or talk to anyone.

Elwani.

Elwani.

Tell Sheikh Youssef to follow me to Abu Swelam's land.

Yes, sir.

Uncle Mohamed.

Uncle Mohamed.

Uncle Mohamed.

Sheikh Hassouna is here to see you.

Let me get that, Uncle.

Please, don't get up.

Hey.

Wow.

I've spent many years in Upper Egypt and Cairo,

but my longing for this land has never left me.

Welcome home. It's good to see you, Sheikh Hassouna.

I don't like what you're doing to yourself.

Come on, man.

The greatest men in Egyptian history went to jail.

Saad Zaghloul, Mustafa Kamil and Ahmed Urabi.

It's not about going to jail.

I understand.

I know how you're feeling.

Those who hit you were not heroes. And you were not weak.

Come on. You're strong, brother.

Come on. We went to prison together before.

It was a revolution, Sheikh Hassouna.

We went to jail for this country.

It's the same thing.

Last time it was for the country. This time, for the land.

What about dignity?

What do I have left when my dignity is taken away?

Uncle.

Uncle.

I brought you a watermelon.

Cut a slice for Uncle with the clean knife, Diab.

There you go.

-Go ahead. I don't feel like eating. -Come on.

Please, Uncle Mohamed.

You're gonna be the first one to taste it.

Come on.

Don't sit like that. Take a piece. Share some with us.

Come on.

You're a kind man, Diab.

For me. Please eat with us.

Don't be like that.

Why then did I leave everything behind in Cairo?

I'm here to support you all. This land belongs to everyone here.

If those animals insulted you, Allah will take revenge on them.

Do you think we can beat their injustices?

God willing, we will. Diab, get up. Go to Uncle Swelam's house.

-Tell them we're having lunch there. -Huh?

That would be great.

We'd be glad to have you.

We could take him up on his word and go, Mohamed.

You should come have lunch at our house, Uncle.

Come to our house.

We cooked two whole chickens and rice casserole.

Cut it out, Diab. This isn't the time to talk about food.

Shut up, Mohamed.

Instead of looking down on him, buy him something decent to wear.

I just thought this isn't the right time to talk about food.

Uncle Mohamed is a fearless man, but he's carrying a heavy load.

Stop talking nonsense.

Once, in prison, this man lifted a guard

and smacked him down, breaking three of his ribs.

Wow. Good job, Uncle Mohamed.

Remember when they beat us up because of Sheikh Youssef?

When you were in jail in 1919.

The guard came in to search the cell.

He found out that Youssef

had hidden over 30 cigarettes, even from us.

Oh, no. Then what happened?

Youssef couldn't let it go.

He shouted at the guard

then attacked him before Abu Swelam here broke them up.

Sheikh Youssef would have died if it weren't for you.

And?

We took the beating of our lives.

Then what? What did Sheikh Youssef do?

He fell down on the floor and faked a seizure.

But he didn't fool them. The guard kept checking him all over.

When he couldn't wake him, he forced his mouth open

and shoved the 30 cigarettes in there.

He swore to God he'd make him swallow them all one by one.

Swallow! Blub, blub.

Swallow! Blub, blub, blub.

Peace be upon you.

What's going on?

Why are you laughing at me?

Father.

Father.

Have you seen my father?

He's back from the field.

I brought him lunch.

You could wait for him here.

I've been wanting to see you ever since I got out.

You didn't even check up on me.

You weren't the only one arrested. My father was with you, Abdel Hadi.

My heart was aching while you two were away.

Was it?

So you were thinking about me while I was in jail?

How could you assault Uncle Mohamed's daughter while he was in jail?

Is that what he gets for all that he did for you?

Don't start, Abdel Hadi. Please, don't remind me.

The damned mayor ordered me to do it.

I deserve to be humiliated. Shame on me.

Hit me, Abdel Hadi. Here I am. Do whatever you see fit.

Hit me more, Abdel Hadi. Hit me more. Hit me harder.

Hit me, Abdel Hadi. Hit me more.

Hit me, Abdel Hadi. I'm not gonna fight back.

I deserve it.

I'm sorry, Abdel Hadi. I made a terrible mistake.

Let me kiss your head.

Hocus pocus.

Sheikh Sha'ban.

Hocus pocus.

Hocus pocus.

I ask thy help.

Most Gracious, Most Merciful.

Relieves adversities, eases disasters

and answers the prayers of those who become desperate.

Give me something to make Wassifa like Mohamed Effendi.

All in due time. Have patience.

Make Wassifa love Mohamed Effendi. I promise I'll cook you fatteh and meat.

All in due time. Have patience.

Here's... five piasters. It's all I could get.

Aha. All in due time. Have patience.

Sheikh Sha'ban.

All in due time. Have patience.

Allah is The Living One.

What about the mayor, Khadra?

What about him? Screw him.

And Abu Swelam, Khadra?

The noblest man ever. No one can conquer him.

And Sheikh Hassouna, Khadra?

A reasonable man. God bless him.

Allah is The Living One.

And Elwani, Khadra?

Damn him. He made me steal from the mayor.

I ask thy help.

And Wassifa, Khadra?

Wassifa is to be Mohamed's wife.

And Mohamed shall be her husband, Khadra.

Allah is The Living One.

We will follow orders.

Water for five days, like the government ordered.

How could you say that?

Five days aren't enough.

The land would dry out completely.

There's plenty of water in the Nile.

If we lose the land now, we'll never get it back.

The most important thing now... is to save the land

before the agricultural road eats it up.

-What? -How could that be?

-Say something. -The Sheikh

-is totally right. -Come on.

Shut up, all of you.

The mayor is the source of all evil. He's not helping whatsoever.

I'm surprised.

You fear a moving rope instead of the real snake?

The mayor and Mahmoud Bey are one.

The government and the English are one.

The same line. A filthy line.

How wise is Mohamed Effendi.

Oh, yeah, Mohamed--

Out. You'll never set foot in this house again.

Go inside.

The brazenness of that girl is beyond belief.

God forgive us.

Without land, one has nothing. Not even honor.

Hey. I don't have land.

You fool. We mean women.

We're talking about women, not men.

-Listen, Sheikh Youssef. -What?

When are you going back to the shop? I want my tea and sugar for tonight.

Really? Give an inch, they'll take a mile.

Go away, boy. Get out of my face.

You have no interest in what we're discussing.

Interest.

It's not all about interests.

They don't appreciate cordiality.

Khadra.

-Khadra. -What do you want with me?

You are like me, Khadra. No land, money or interest.

Listen, Elwani.

Why don't you marry me?

Marry you?

Where would we live?

I know. In the new mansion.

I'll build you a big agricultural road in front of it.

Don't mock me, Elwani.

Girls like me in the city live in mansions.

Except that I'm poor.

That's not what I meant, girl.

How can I marry you when I have nothing?

No house to live in. No land to give us a living.

How can I marry you?

We'll put both our failed lives together and make one big failure.

I hope I get to see my man On the field road

I hope I get to see my man On the field road

I hope I get to see my man On the field road

I hope I get to see my man On the field road

Red porgies are twinkling in the water

Red porgies are--

Bring the lamp closer to her face, boy.

What an unfortunate girl.

To Allah we belong and to Him we return.

What a shame, Khadra.

She was a poor, lonely girl. She had no enemies.

-I wonder who did it. -Elwani.

Who would ever do such a hideous act except for that defiled bastard?

Don't be unfair, Sheikh.

How could you accuse him when he was with us all night?

It could be any of us.

So? Elwani could've done it. He is a filthy infidel just like her.

She's always been dirty. She lived in mud and died in mud.

She wasn't happy with that life, Sheikh Shinnawy.

No need to speak ill of the dead. She's gone for good.

We need to decide where to bury her.

In Sheikh Shinnawy's graveyard, of course. Where else?

Shut your mouth, infidel.

I'll never defile the dead's bones with her body.

Come on, Sheikh. You were the one closest to her.

You've always been an infidel.

I'll never allow her to be buried in a Muslim graveyard.

Such a pity how the poor live and die.

Listen, Mr. Mayor.

Shouldn't we report Khadra's death to the police station?

A clear premeditated murder.

Why do we need to report it, Abdel Ati?

Come on.

She leaned over the water, fell down into the mud and died. Isn't that so?

Better than bringing about a disaster.

Poor girl.

They even denied her a grave.

Because she was lonely and had no family.

There.

Abdel Hadi mocked her.

Mohamed Effendi laughed at her.

Even Sheikh Shinnawy wanted to throw her body in the desert.

What is with you, Wassifa?

-Don't do this to yourself. -Khadra was a poor girl.

Life wasn't fair to her and people were cruel and ugly.

I know, sweetie. That's just how life is.

I'm going to my sister in the city.

-What? -I'm leaving.

-What? -Stop wailing, girl.

We've had enough disasters already.

Calm down.

I want a break from this village, the land and this filth I'm living in.

Take it easy, darling.

Calm down, my girl. Calm down.

No. Please. I beg you, Mr. Mayor.

Have mercy.

Have mercy.

I swear I was gonna marry you, Khadra.

Please.

Oh, God. Am I the only one in this village?

You can tell them that at prosecution or before the court.

Did you think that this village had no ruler?

Allah is The Living One.

We've brought all the steel.

We put it beside the canal temporarily.

Words. Lots of words, but no action.

All I care about is that the new road comes to the front of the mansion

so that the visitors can reach the gate in their cars.

You're way behind schedule.

Mr. Mayor.

Please, Mayor, send me the dog.

Mr. Mayor.

Send the Bey's dog, Mayor.

The hardiest men in town will lay down just like this.

Let's see who can hold their head after that.

You people need the stick.

Send the Bey's dog, Mayor.

Send the Bey's dog, Mayor.

Your feet are fine, Elwani. You're fine.

Take a cigarette and go home.

I wanna stay with you.

I think we should talk to the mayor. Try to reason with him.

How long are we gonna keep talking?

When are we gonna act?

The mayor kidnapped Elwani and hit him because he's lonely and weak.

Now he's threatening us all and we're doing nothing?

I have a feeling that Sheikh Sha'ban is behind this whole thing.

Sha'ban is a sheikh now?

You people crack me up.

The mayor got what he wanted. Sheikh, my ass.

Who knows?

Maybe tomorrow he'll take me or Diab or anybody else for killing Khadra.

God no. How come?

He could do it.

Khadra's murder was a ploy to prepare for

the steel being brought in for the new road.

Now the strongest of us will be scared and choose silence.

We're losing everything and there's nothing we can do.

Don't say that, Abu Swelam. Allah is with the patient.

The most affected are the people who live here.

I left everything to be here with you.

It was too late, Sheikh Hassouna.

I came when you asked for my help.

Did I want to leave for Cairo? Did I ever turn my back on you?

When the English were here we--

Oh, yes.

We fought together against the English and the ruling power.

We traveled to the Levant when it was freezing cold.

We looked death in the eye. We buried our friends in the snow.

We weren't afraid. We didn't run. Why?

Because we were true men and stood our ground like true men.

During the 1919 Revolution, we fought alongside Saad Zaghloul again.

We burnt fields and cut railways to fight the English.

They beat us and locked us up.

Many of us died.

But we were true men and stood our ground like true men.

The last elections. Let's not talk about the results.

We supported you, Sheikh Hassouna, and followed you.

And then what? We were beaten. Humiliated.

But we were true men and stood our ground like true men.

When we were hanging to life by a thread and on the verge of death,

we didn't run scared.

We attacked valiantly. We stood up to our enemy. Why?

Because we were true men and stood our ground like true men.

Then what?

Where are we now?

Each of us turned to his own life.

Each of us went his own way.

Each of us sought his own interests and forgot about the rest.

You.

You, Sheikh Hassouna.

You left for the city to eat white bread bought with a government salary.

And Sheikh Youssef.

The kind Sheikh Youssef.

He opened a shop to make his living exploiting the needs of poor peasants.

And me.

What about me?

I wasn't any better.

I chose to play it safe.

I lived my days keeping my mouth shut and being patient.

Reminiscing about the past.

Hoping that, one day,

you would return, Sheikh Hassouna, rekindle the old fire and wake us up.

Wake us up again.

But I waited and waited.

The old days are long gone.

The good old days can never be restored.

We had chivalry.

We had enthusiasm. We were true men.

We were the pride of this town. Its honor and its glory.

And here we are now.

Sitting around talking, complaining and crying like women.

Look around you, Sheikh Hassouna.

There's Abdel Hadi, Mohamed, Diab,

Abdel Rahman, and many more who grew up in this place.

They're watching us sitting here doing nothing except talking and wailing.

Saying things like, "Tomorrow will be better"

or "Patience is a virtue" or other empty words.

Sometimes not even having anything to say.

Our days are empty words. Our nights are empty words.

Our silence is empty words. Our lives are made of words over words.

Oh, you old soul.

You can still move me like before.

You reminded me of Sheikh Hassouna when he was younger.

Abu Swelam.

The noblest man.

Forgive me.

Maybe life did overpower me.

What do we do now?

Can we get back up?

I keep thinking this over. I can't find a solution.

We didn't used to overthink anything when we were younger.

Nor should we now.

Listen, Abu Swelam. I'm staying here with you.

Until you take back what's yours. Until everyone takes back what's theirs.

I'm behind you wherever the road takes us.

We throw the steel in the canal.

Well done, Abu Swelam.

-Yes, we throw it in the canal. -Great idea, Abdel Hadi.

Great idea.

The men are back.

-Yes, we'll throw it in the canal. -We're in.

Hurry up, Salama. Come on.

Come on.

Sayed. Sayed.

Sayed, open up. Let's go.

Abdel Ati, let's go.

Abdel Hadi.

Abdel Hadi.

Abdel Hadi.

Think this through. They might know who you are and shoot you.

It won't be worse than the hell we're in.

You don't need to do this.

The road won't touch the one feddan you own.

Uncle Mohamed, when I opened that canal they didn't just arrest me.

They brought you in too when you hadn't done anything.

We're the same before the government. One man.

God bless you, Abdel Hadi. You're a hero, son.

So are you, Uncle Mohamed. God knows how much I love you.

Get out of here, boy.

Abdel Ati.

In the name of Allah. This place is haunted.

I think I have a fever, Abdel Ati.

Abdel Ati.

Abdel Ati.

Don't you hear that? The ghosts are here for us.

Boy. There are ghosts.

God help us. Go away.

God help us. Go away.

Let's throw the steel in.

-Give me the gun. -Go.

-Now. -Give me the gun.

Give me.

-Throw it in. -The steel.

-Throw it, boys. -The steel.

Throw the steel in. Throw it, boys.

Quickly.

Throw it all in there.

-Throw it. -Pass it.

Throw it all!

Come here, Sha'ban.

Call the government to save you.

No. Let me go. Go away.

Let's go.

Let's go.

-Let's go, guys. -Let's go, Diab.

Abdel Hadi.

Abu Swelam.

-What is it, Sheikh Youssef? -Abdel Hadi.

-The mayor is dead. -What?

The mayor is dead.

He dropped dead when he heard about the steel.

Oh, well.

We're done with the new road's steel and the damn mayor in one night.

A dozen candles for you, Master Ramadan, if you grant me my desire,

make true my wishes, have mercy on my father and protect our land.

Why are you following me, Abdel Hadi?

I made a vow when I was in jail.

To give away water for Master Ramadan every night

if I come home and see you again.

What were you asking him?

To protect my father and our land.

That's it?

Didn't you ask him to protect anybody else?

Who thinks about tea or sugar at a time like this? Are you crazy?

Hey. Come here. What's your name? I'm the village Sheikh.

I represent the government.

Go away!

Get back.

The government is divided.

The police attacked the government representative.

Uncle!

-The camel police are chasing everyone. -Huh?

Stop.

Don't do it.

Go back to your homes and don't leave under any circumstances.

Stay in your homes. No going outside after 3:00 p.m.

I'm off to announce the prayer.

I'm going to the mosque to announce the Asr prayer.

Stay in your home. No going outside after 3:00 p.m.

What about the Maghrib prayer? And Isha prayer?

-How will I announce them? -Go home.

Allah, Knower of the unseen and the seen, protect us from what we fear.

Stop right there, girl. Where are you going?

I'm going to Auntie Um Abdel Hadi to borrow a couple of loaves.

Girl. Why are you out here? Go inside.

We have no bread.

Go in. Did your mother lose her mind?

She can go.

Soldier, take her to get bread.

Bring her back safe and make sure nothing happens to her.

There.

Have a cigarette.

Have a seat.

You can have my tea.

Do you think this whip is gonna scare us?

No, but the situation is dire.

Either you keep your mouths shut or you die.

I'd rather die.

Don't say that. Life goes on, you know.

We lost our homes and lands too.

The water of the Aswan Dam destroyed us.

It was either death or surrender. And we surrendered.

The dam water didn't take your land.

The dam water enriched the whole area.

It brought benefit, abundance and prosperity to all people.

But stealing the land of poor peasants? And for what?

For Mahmoud Bey to have a road right in front of his mansion?

Is that fair, man?

-These are our orders. -Orders.

Do you blindly follow orders, soldier?

What?

They are government orders to maintain control and order.

Order.

Is that the order of the English, the King or Mahmoud Bey?

Get up, man. Go on your way.

You and the whip are one thing. They use you then give you a promotion.

Shut up.

Rude man.

A peasant with no regard for hospitality.

Hospitality! Hospitality has no place here.

Had you been a guest, I would've treated you with courtesy.

You are here to beat us.

Oh, my God.

Abdel Hadi.

Come with me.

What the hell did you do? He was accompanying me home.

Go inside, Abdel Hadi.

Abdel Hadi.

Why did you leave your house, you fool?

Aren't you afraid of the whips?

Screw the whips. Let them be knives, for all I care.

Oh, boy.

You think you're so sturdy?

Wassifa. Bring two of those bundles of branches.

Uncle Mohamed, please. I came to talk about what we're gonna do.

We can't keep hiding at home like rabbits.

-We're gonna lose the land. -Give me those.

Come, show me.

This isn't the time for that.

Show me your strength.

God bless you, son.

Sit down, darling.

Sit down.

Cut it out, Mohamed. The boy hurt his hand.

Good job, Father.

What do you say to that? I'm still a strong man too, you know.

Um Mohamed.

Make us some very strong tea, please. And be quick.

You know,

nothing is better than a cup of tea at night in the field

while we gather around the fire

watching the cotton bolls lighting the plants.

So, Abdel Hadi,

-you left at night and you weren't scared? -Why would I be scared?

Listen, Uncle Mohamed.

I'll gather the men. We'll attack the camel police.

-Elwani's gun, Sheikh Youssef's rifle. -Plus the rifle you keep in the shed.

Listen, Uncle.

I'll go tell Sheikh Hassouna and Sheikh Youssef.

I'll tell all the men.

At dawn, we all launch an attack. The women with the men.

What do we have here?

Is there something going on behind my back, kids?

Huh?

You two are finishing each other's sentences.

Come hear this, Um Mohamed.

Make us a pie for dinner then.

A pie.

I need the little flour we have to make bread for tomorrow.

No one has anything to eat because of the curfew.

Don't worry about that.

Make a pie with all the flour we have.

What do you think of your auntie's pie, Abdel Hadi?

Bring some cream. And some salty cheese too.

Mohamed.

What's going on, woman? I don't understand.

Who's running this house? The man or the woman?

Go on. Do what I asked.

Okay.

Be careful, Abdel Hadi.

Don't let your wife tell you what to do.

What are you doing here, Youssef?

Good morning, Sheikh Hassouna.

It's just... Mahmoud Bey... I came for that thing that...

-The matter of-- -Of what?

The matter of the agricultural road.

Excuse me, I've left the shop unattended. I have to go. See you.

Disaster? What disaster?

If you're talking about the position of mayor,

you got it. We'll make your friend, Sheikh Youssef, the mayor.

What else do you want?

Do you see, Sheikh Hassouna, how well the artist captured the human body?

I wish we had artists who could make such great works of art.

We have people who don't even have food.

They don't have food? How could this be?

Where's the government in all this? Where are the benefactors?

Sheikh Hassouna, you must be exaggerating.

Listen, Mahmoud Bey. I came here for one thing.

You're destroying people's lives to have the road come up to your mansion.

You brought camel police to attack the people and silence them.

This is unfair.

Oh, come on.

That was only 15 camel policemen.

If things escalate, we'll just send for 30 more.

You say I'm destroying people's lives?

Me? It's quite the opposite.

I'm building a future for them and the village.

Tomorrow, the road will work.

After the road, there's gonna be clean water.

Electricity.

Modernity, Sheikh Hassouna. Open up your mind.

You're an educated man, not a peasant.

You take farmers' lands and call it urbanization.

That's the price, Sheikh Hassouna.

There have to be casualties. It's the way things are.

It's your way. The government's way. The English way.

Not the way God meant.

Wow.

Looks like you're a true revolutionist, Sheikh Hassouna.

This doesn't bode well for you.

The road will be built.

Whether you like it or not, it will be done.

It can't be good for you to side with those ignorant people.

They are my people.

I will personally help you with your issue.

Don't worry about your land.

Peace be upon you.

Get a paper from Sheikh Youssef, boy.

Give me two piasters' worth of sugar.

Take good care of Sergeant Abdullah, Elwani.

Don't worry, Sheikh Youssef. He's having a great time.

How could they be poor? There's a shop there.

There's meat too. Life is pretty good here.

Move aside, people. Let me through.

Move aside, people.

-Give me what I came for. -Move aside, you pigs.

-Come on. -Give me salt for this corn.

-Cigarettes, please. -And for this one,

give me some sugar.

-Come on, Sheikh Youssef. -Move aside, woman.

Who don't you buy with money like everybody else?

I can't get a break from you people. What a stupid village.

Shame on you. How could you turn your back on your people for money?

What did they teach you in Al Azhar?

-Give her what she wants. -This is none of your business.

-I'll slap you-- -You listen to me.

Don't dare lay your filthy hand on me.

Why don't you pay for it then?

You are a disgraceful man.

I am this close to giving up the salary they give me.

What the hell happened to you people?

We're all peasants, Sheikh Youssef.

Are you a peasant or a police guard?

Congratulations on your new position, Mr. Mayor.

You know what? There.

Here's the uniform.

I swear to God, I won't serve those who steal our lands.

How could you take off the formal tarboosh?

Here's a piaster, Sheikh Youssef. Give her what she wants.

Keep your money, Officer Abdullah.

Thank you very much.

Go to our house, ma'am. Take whatever you need.

Shame on you, greedy people. Damn you.

Yes, sir.

Of course.

Yes, sir.

That's the agricultural road. It was planned to be straight.

Bring Sheikh Hassouna's coffee.

But now it changes and curves like a snake

for the sake of this person and that.

And anyone with connections managed to move it away from their land.

Is that so?

People are gonna lose their land.

I cannot believe this is happening.

But does this mean

that the road can be moved away from Mohamed Abu Swelam's land?

I can do it... but only for you.

Abdel Hadi.

Abdel Hadi, help. They're putting steel rods in our land.

Calm down, Wassifa. Don't worry. We're all there for you.

Sheikh Hassouna's been gone forever.

Wassifa, wait for me here.

Okay.

Diab.

Gather the men and wait for me at Uncle Swelam's house.

-Let's go. -Abdel Hadi.

Let's go.

What about me, Abdel Hadi?

Can I come?

Help me gather the men until Sheikh Hassouna is back.

Diab. Wait up. I'm with you, guys.

I'm with you, guys. I swear.

Here's the soap.

Move aside.

Wait here.

Just a second.

Peace be upon you.

Peace be upon you.

-Peace be upon you. -Hello, Sheikh Hassouna.

Excuse me.

The shop is keeping me busy today.

It's okay. Stay there.

Tend to your business.

Okay then.

Have you seen Mohamed Effendi?

Yeah, he's over there.

Mohamed Effendi.

Mohamed Effendi.

Mohamed Effendi.

Go away, kid. Go away.

I hope everything went well at the directorate.

Me too. I hope things turn out well.

I see.

Allah is the Supporter of the weak.

Sheikh Hassouna, I wanna apologize for what we did in the village.

What could we do?

They were orders.

You're right.

Orders must be followed.

We all find ourselves in these situations.

Whose land are they gonna take first?

That poor man Mohamed Abu Swelam.

What about your land, Sheikh Hassouna? Are they gonna take that too?

Officer Abdullah.

What's wrong?

The sheriff wishes to see you.

He gave strict orders.

Excuse me. I have to go see what the sheriff wants.

Where are you going?

We heard they want workers to join the building operations.

Get moving. We're late.

This is none of your business, Sheikh.

Shut your mouth. Don't you know who I am?

This is Sheikh Hassouna.

What do we do, Sheikh Hassouna? We can't find work.

The camel police disturbed everything.

If we don't work, they call us useless good-for-nothings.

Let's go, guys.

Put the steel on that side.

Bring it over here.

Over here, now.

Come on, put the steel there. Put it over there. Move.

What's this, soldier?

Why not take her for a walk too? Stand straight.

Where's the sergeant? Where's Sergeant Abdullah?

He's here, sir.

He was just sitting here drinking tea.

No kidding. Very well.

Is this how things are? Is there no order?

Why did we bring you here then? To have tea with the peasants?

Unacceptable, Sheikh Youssef.

Sir, there's no mayor in the village. What can we do?

He's at the canal, sir, and we've sent for him.

What's the sheriff doing here, Sheikh Youssef?

Not now.

Who's this girl?

Does she have a job?

Send her to serve in my house, Sheikh Youssef.

Sir, she's...

Sergeant Abdullah is here.

Where were you?

You left your duty to hang out with the peasants.

This is unacceptable. I'll teach you a lesson.

I'm gonna fire you. All of you.

I'll replace you with officers from the directorate.

Uncle Mohamed, you can't.

Let's go see Sheikh Hassouna and find out what happened.

We are not nothing.

God bless you. I pray for you.

May God keep you safe, save you from evil

and grant you success in all your endeavors, dear brother.

Sheikh Hassouna.

Where's your uncle, Sheikh Hassouna, Mohamed Effendi?

My uncle? He's not here. He might be at Sheikh Youssef's shop.

Attention.

Father. Sergeant Abdullah had a run-in with the sheriff and they're leaving.

See you, Sergeant Abdullah.

-See you, Sergeant. -Let's go.

-See you, Sergeant. -See you, Sergeant Abdullah.

-See you. -Have a safe trip.

There you go, Sergeant Abdullah. Some really good tea and sugar.

I'm so sad to see you go, Sergeant.

We're gonna miss you.

Go away, kids. Go away.

Oh, dear God.

The camel police are gonna leave before the city police arrive.

Get out of the way, kids.

Elwani.

Tell these kids to go home instead of standing there like that.

That Sergeant Abdullah is a good man.

He gave us time to collect the cotton.

We've been waiting here since morning.

Where's Sheikh Hassouna?

I've gathered the men so that we can consult with Sheikh Hassouna.

I weigh every pound separately.

Anyway, go now.

You're selling meat now, Sheikh Youssef?

What's wrong with selling meat?

Any work is better than no work.

We've had enough trouble already.

You made a business out of our misery.

You sold meat in your shop to the road workers.

You disgraced your people and sold them out for some coins.

Want me to keep selling goods for eggs and corncobs?

There's no shame in selling to them. Good business that came my way.

This is none of your business. Go back to your land and stop acting like a boss.

I'd rather die than bow my head, Sheikh Youssef.

How did I bow my head?

I'm not responsible for everyone. Do you want me to leave my shop?

Fine. Take my money, Abdel Hadi. Take it all, Abdel Hadi.

Take my children's money if that's what you want.

Take your money, Sheikh Youssef.

I'm an old man, people.

I have no son to help me plant a piece of land.

I don't have your strength, Diab.

Or your enthusiasm, Abdel Hadi.

I have no educated son with a big city job to send me money when I'm in need.

You know why I do this?

So that my daughter Nafissa can have a decent life after I'm gone.

Uncle Swelam is in the same situation.

He has no son and no shop.

But he didn't disappoint his people.

We're standing here talking and the steel rods are stabbing the soil.

Uncle Mohamed, let's go find Sheikh Hassouna.

No, no.

We should head to Abu Swelam's field. The camel police are gone.

The best thing to do is collect the cotton before the city police arrive.

That's it, Mohamed Effendi. A brilliant idea.

Everybody is looking after their own interests,

even the most honorable among you.

Who are you talking about?

Don't falsely accuse Sheikh Hassouna.

Listen.

All of you, listen.

Let Mohamed Effendi tell you the truth.

Tell them why there are no steel rods being placed in your land.

Go see for yourselves.

Ask Mohamed Effendi to explain why his and his uncle's lands were excluded.

Sheikh Hassouna has a connection at the survey authority.

Shut your mouth. Don't say that.

No. I will say this and more. Listen. All of you, listen to this.

I'll tell you where Sheikh Hassouna is. He ran away from the village.

One of his city connections helped him and he left.

Let's go, men.

Let's go, Wassifa.

Take some tea and sugar and make us some tea, Elwani.

God knows I need it.

The tea is in the small box, Elwani.

Don't you wanna have tea with me, Elwani?

Take some sacks to collect Mohamed Abu Swelam's cotton.

If the land is thirsty

If the land is thirsty

If the land is thirsty

If the land is thirsty

What do you want, darling?

I'm here to take our cotton.

You got it, sweetie.

You can take whatever you want.

If you come with me. Come sit with me in the shade.

-Take this. -It's Wassifa!

You bitch.

Slutty little whore.

-I'll show you. -No! Abdel Hadi!

Come on.

Is it honorable to hit a guest in your village?

That's enough.

How could you hit a woman, you bastard?

Get the hell out of here before I cut your throat.

Shame on all of you.

Those strangers don't care about our land. But you...

Let's go to Mohamed Abu Swelam's field.

We'll collect the cotton before they arrive. Let's go.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Let's go with them.

Welcome, cotton of the Nile

How beautiful and heavenly

Girls of the Nile, let's pick it

There's nothing like it in its beauty...

Work harder.

Stop it, boy.

Welcome, cotton of the Nile

How beautiful and heavenly

I'll spread these out in the sun on Uncle Mohamed's roof.

They're worth a couple of piasters.

They're worth like 12 kilos of wheat.

Take these, Uncle Mohamed.

I'm buying the cotton.

Don't turn me away.

Take them.

We'll weigh and price it later.

Stay strong, Uncle Mohamed.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Come on, guys. Work harder. Here's tea for everyone.

Here, Abdel Hadi.

Have some tea.

Careful. It'll burn me.

Come on.

Such a beautiful thing, Abdel Hadi.

The fire of wood burns out. The fire of love burns forever.

Don't you agree, Wassifa?

-Dude. -What?

I promise, on your wedding day I'll carry Wassifa all the way from the camel

to your door. What do you say?

God damn you, Sheikh Youssef, from this day till the end of time.

Because of him, I'm smoking corn silk instead of pre-rolled cigarettes.

Abdel Hadi, tell me.

What?

How could Sheikh Hassouna do that to us?

How could he run away?

You can't understand why he did what he did, Elwani.

You don't have land of your own.

Abdel Hadi.

What if you sell your feddan, buy some sheep,

and I raise them for you? Yeah, we'll be partners.

You bring capital and I'll do the work.

Farming is so much trouble.

What? You want me to sell it and be stripped of property?

So what? Everyone is born without property.

No one was born with assets.

Watch out, Abdel Hadi.

Run!

Run, guys!

-Everybody run! -This is none of our business.

Mohamed Effendi, run!

-Run. -Run.

Run, guys.

-Mohamed Effendi, run. -Let's go.

-Guys, run. This isn't our fight. -Run.

Abdel Hadi, watch out.

Get him! Hit him hard!

Abdel Hadi.

Get your hands off him.

If the land is thirsty

We shall water it with our blood

It's a pledge and we're dedicated...

Get that man.

It shall be fruitful at the break of dawn...

From his legs.

If the land is thirsty

We shall water it with our blood

It's a pledge and we're dedicated

It shall be fruitful at the break of dawn

THE END

Subtitle translation by Ahmed Khedr