[projector clicking]
[♪]
[helicopter whirring]
[siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
[traffic noise]
HUDA'S SALON
- [speaking Arabic] It's hot. - [speaking Arabic] Oh, sorry.
It's all right.
Why is the place empty today?
You know, Reem, nowadays everyone does their own hair.
- Is it better now? - Yes, thanks.
The world is changing so fast, I don't understand it anymore.
They go to YouTube, and copy haircuts poorly
dye it with awful colors, and have the nerve to call it fashion.
It's a disaster when everyone thinks they're an artist.
Filming and sharing everything online.
Right.
Have you seen the latest haircuts on Facebook?
Facebook is a disaster in itself. Listen to this:
My sister sent me pictures of two pairs of shoes that she couldn't decide on.
Then Suad sends me a message.
- Suad Kasim? - No, Diab.
The Mosquito?
- The one with the shoe shop? - Let me continue.
She said that the brown shoe is better. But how did she know that?
I called her to figure it out.
I'd hit the "share" button by mistake.
All my photos went straight to my Facebook.
Half of the city saw my pictures. Nobody commented, except the Mosquito.
What a lowlife.
She wanted to remind you to buy from her.
Her shoes are ugly like her face.
Exactly. She pestered me about why we don't buy from her anymore.
So, I had to promise that I would visit her shop.
Despicable woman.
Between you and me, Facebook is a real pain in the ass.
God knows what they put in our asses--
- [baby crying] - And who's benefiting from all of it.
What I want to know is, why do we use it for free?
Because we're idiots.
They sell us like stupid cattle at the farm show
and then we thank God for it. We're just like this joke.
A girl asks her friend, "Did you marry for tradition or out of love?"
- She answers, "Out of stupidity." - [laughing]
- All done. - She has a point.
[baby crying]
Oh, what's the matter? My baby.
[crying continues]
What is it now?
Lost your dummy?
Damn, my wrinkles are taking over my face.
Having a kid really ages you.
With or without a kid, you're going to age.
So, tell me, where have you been?
Seems like you disappeared since you got married.
- My husband barely lets me breathe. - Oh, God. How come?
He still thinks I'm in love with someone else.
- Are you? - How can you love anyone in this dump?
- Right. So tell him. - I did.
He says he loves me too much, so he struggles to believe me.
Girl, you don't love him. And he feels it. End of story.
I mean, I was in love with him when we were engaged.
But after we got married, he started to drive me nuts.
- He wasn't the same Yousef. - They're all the same.
Enough about men. When will you go back to work?
You have golden hands.
Ever since you left Rita's Salon, her place is a mess.
When Lina is a little older, I might open my own salon.
Really? Would your husband agree to that?
Who cares? He wants me to stay home, but it's not up to him.
- God bless your daughter. - Thanks.
What about you? What about your kids?
Can you still not see them? Or visit them in Hebron?
- What would you like to drink? - Coffee, please. To wake me up.
Sure. But let me put you under the hairdryer first.
You still use this thing? It's suffocating.
It won't need long.
I'm so sick of sitting at home. I'm so glad I could come here.
Always welcome. Even just to have a coffee.
Yeah, I should do that more.
Look. The best cup of coffee.
- For the prettiest girl in town. - Thank you.
[music playing on TV]
- Did you add cardamom? It's bitter. - I didn't.
It's a new blend. It'll grow on you.
What would you like me to do today?
- Just a trim? Maybe with bangs? - Certainly.
[music on TV continues]
I look like a baboon in your mirror.
It's not my mirror, sweetie. You're just a little down.
I had a row this morning.
We'll get your hair done. You'll feel a lot better.
No, no, forget it, just style it.
My head is killing me.
[music on TV continues]
[TV turns off]
Move your ass.
Up.
You couldn't find someone thinner? I have back problems.
Next time I'll bring you a catalog. Picky bastard.
Listen, 200 shekels is not enough.
The taxi here and back costs me 50.
If you want me to come back, you must pay me at least 300.
Shut up, you're giving me a headache.
Then find someone else.
- I have work to do. - Strip her down.
You boss me around.
Telling me to get dressed and undressed. It's not easy.
I'd rather stay home.
- Need help to open her eyes? - No, go get ready.
Hurry up.
I said I can manage.
- [shutter clicks] - [camera whirs]
Hands, you pervert. Get up.
[baby crying]
Where am I?
Huda?
What happened?
I took it.
I'm not going to drag this out. We want you to work with us.
- Who-- Who are you? - Secret Service.
Secret Service for...
the occupation?
Who is this guy?
What did he do to me, Huda?
[baby fussing]
I know you're shocked. It's going to take time.
But don't worry, I did not let him touch you.
[baby fussing]
Huda. You know Yousef will never believe me.
Such a man is useless.
How could you?
Why?
Why? I have a child!
You want me to become a traitor. How could you?
Calm down. Shh!
Shh! Calm down. Shh.
Enough.
There's nothing you can do. It is what it is.
Don't shout. You don't want anyone to find you like this.
If you tell your husband or anyone else
the Secret Service will be ruthless. Merciless.
And your daughter will pay the price.
We're all in the same boat.
But--
But why me?
People are strange.
When something bad happens to them, they ask God, "Why me?"
But never when something good happens.
Even though it's all God's will, no?
- God's will? - Yes.
[sniffling]
I understand you.
[sniffling]
I know it's not easy.
This is the number of a guy named Musa.
If you have any helpful information,
wanted rebels, weapons, anything,
give him a call and he'll reward you.
You're disgusting.
Keep it.
Cut it out. You're not a little girl.
It won't hurt to keep it.
If you choose not to use it,
the photo is my guarantee that you won't snitch on me.
[baby fussing]
[baby crying]
Let me finish your hair before you leave.
[crying continues]
Taxi. Taxi!
Taxi!
[man speaking Arabic] A woman with a child just rushed out.
She clearly wasn't there for her hair. Should I follow?
[indistinct chatter]
[traffic noise]
[helicopter whirring]
[distant chanting]
[baby fussing]
[music box playing]
[baby crying]
Why didn't you get your hair cut?
I didn't have time.
You left early. All this time with your boyfriend?
- Please. - I'm kidding.
It's not funny.
Should I mash it and feed her? Much better than processed food.
She's still too young.
- Did you even try? - She's too young.
Let me. I'll try.
Here, Lina. Open wide.
Come on. Trust me, don't be stubborn like your mom.
Come on.
She took a bite. Oh, no... Come on.
Yousef, you shouldn't.
Fine, see if I care.
Love, what's wrong?
I told you, my stomach hurts.
- Have some tea. - I had some.
What will you cook tomorrow?
I don't know. Why?
My mother and siblings will join us.
The more the merrier.
Love, what's wrong?
Nothing.
Do you not want them to come?
This again?
Okay, relax.
Want to make us coffee?
We ran out.
[chair scraping]
[♪]
[crickets chirping]
Yousef, for God's sake, not today.
You say that every day.
My stomach hurts and I don't want another fight.
We're done fighting.
- Why are you so moody lately? - I swear it's nothing.
I know you.
Something is bothering you.
Yousef, if I died, what would you do?
What's wrong with you?
What is it?
Would you marry someone else?
You know I never would.
There's no one else in my heart but you.
Why not? Who would take care of Lina?
Love, what is it?
What are you afraid of? Tell me.
I feel like I'm going to die very soon.
God forbid. Let it be me instead.
- I'm serious. - Me, too.
- Can I trust you? - Of course.
Then why don't you trust me?
Why can't you believe that there's no one else?
[snoring]
[baby crying]
Yousef, go check on Lina.
Yousef.
[crying continues]
I'm coming, sweetie.
I'm here.
Naughty girl.
You're burning up.
Yousef, Lina has a fever.
[muttering]
What?
Shh.
- [switch clicks] - [lights hum]
[lighter clicks]
Holy Mother. What's going on? Who are you? Get away from me.
[muffled screaming]
[clattering]
[♪]
[door squeaks]
[♪]
[man] This is the one I saw leaving.
[man 2] Do you know where she went?
[man 1] No. You told me to watch the salon.
[man 3] Who is this? You know her?
[man 2] Safaa. May she rest in peace.
Pay attention to the faces.
Wait, wait.
This guy...
- Said Al-Qazaz, I know him. - Who is he?
- Some lowlife, I know him. - What are you waiting for?
[indistinct shouting]
Darling.
Come on.
♪ Lina, Lina, little one ♪
♪ Your hair is black and soft ♪
♪ Anyone who holds you loves you ♪
♪ And will never let you go ♪
[continues singing]
[jet engine roaring]
[Said] I swear to God I know nothing. I just get 200 shekels per photo.
I've told you before, I want names.
[Said] I just know they work for Huda. I swear, I don't know them.
Start talking. Which of these girls do you know?
I'd give you their names if I knew, I swear.
Have mercy. I have kids to feed. Please.
The only thing I know about Huda is that she's divorced.
And her sons left her. That's all I know.
You've got believe me. It's the truth.
You're going to die anyway.
We're going to burn you whether you speak or not.
If you want to live a little longer, speak up.
Stop. Don't do this.
How do they communicate? Tell me. Who runs them?
- Speak up. How do they work? - [Said coughing]
[Said] I don't know. I really don't. I was just a model.
- What did you do to those girls? - [Said] I was just the goddamn model.
- Seems like he really doesn't know. - [Said] Isam, tell him.
- Please God, help me. - Now you want God to help you?
- You want God's mercy? - Yes, mercy.
Listen, you had no mercy for any of those girls.
Now you want God's mercy?
If you were just a traitor, I'd have ended you with a bullet.
But you're filthier than a rapist.
We'll burn you to feel the same pain you inflicted on these women.
No.
No, please. Have mercy.
[screaming]
[fire crackling]
[knife clicks]
So?
So, what?
Those girls are not guilty.
I'm the one who's guilty and I'm ready to die.
Anything else you want to know I can tell you.
But I won't give you any names.
[man] It's not about who's guilty or not.
Having traitors among us is catastrophic.
Why should their families pay the price?
[man] You should have asked yourself that.
Look, I know the pain their families will suffer.
But as the resistance, we have no other choice.
Traitors in our society are like a cancer in the body.
Chemotherapy.
It also kills healthy cells.
Not just cancerous ones.
But in the end...
we all just hope that chemo leads to recovery.
Bravo. You memorized that by heart.
- [gasping] - Listen, you bitch.
You think you can play around with me?
I could crush you with my bare hands.
[traffic noise]
[horn honks]
Congrats. She's going to have a girl.
[woman] Oh, God. Her fourth girl.
- Are you sure it's a girl? - Only God can be sure.
[woman] Isn't there another test to be sure?
[man] Ma'am, it's all in God's hands.
[woman 2] Did you hear about Samira?
[woman 3] No, what happened?
[woman 2] She has breast cancer and she won't tell her husband.
- Poor girl. Why? - She's afraid he'll divorce her.
Poor Samira. That's terrible.
She'd rather die than get a divorce. Can you believe it?
[continues indistinctly]
Leave the names aside. We'll get back to them.
Let's hear your story first.
[Huda] What do you want to know?
Everything.
Why did you betray your people?
The Secret Service caught me with a man and threatened me.
Either they expose me and my husband kills me,
or I work for them.
[man] You make me feel you're the victim here.
Why cheat in the first place?
- Do you know my husband? - [man] I haven't had the honor.
Try living with him one day and get back to me.
There are a thousand ways to leave him on good terms.
- Then remarry on good terms. - [Huda] Oh, really?
Do you think you're living in Sweden?
Aren't you divorced? And you're here. Not in Sweden.
I had to wait till my kids were older. And now I'm not allowed to see them.
How is that right? I was the one who raised them.
I know that our society needs a good wake-up call.
But you can't right a wrong with a wrong.
- You're about to do just that. - [man] How so?
You want to punish those girls, but I'm the guilty one.
Are you married?
[man] So, you pick them young and pretty?
If you want information,
at least pretend you're open to a conversation.
- What do you want to know? - Can I get some water?
Next, please.
What's wrong, my dear?
If you need help, just tell me.
DEATH TO TRAITORS
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[gasping]
[♪]
[Huda] My job was simply to recruit the girls.
[man] How much did they pay you per girl?
1,200 shekels.
[man] Cheapskates.
But when Facebook came out, they reduced it to 800.
I don't need to take pictures now. People publish their own scandals.
How many girls did you compromise?
- [Huda] Count. - I did.
- [Huda] How many? - 15.
- [Huda] So why do you ask? - Maybe there's one with no photo?
And if there is, do you really think I'd tell you?
What kind of information did they have to provide?
[Huda] The usual. Weapons, wanted rebels...
- How much were the girls paid per snitch? - Not much.
Less than 800, but I don't know exactly.
They mainly want permits for checkpoints. Not money.
So did they ask you to bring them down? Did they choose the girls?
No, I chose them.
I agreed to bring a girl every three months.
It was the minimum they agreed to.
And how did you choose the girls?
Why one and not another?
I chose girls whose husbands were assholes.
- [water running] - [door opens]
[woman] Oh, my God. No one is going to believe you.
It's going to fuel all of Yousef's suspicions.
The bigger problem is if they find my photo.
No one will believe that I'm not a traitor.
Why don't you swear to them on the Quran that you're innocent?
Even if the resistance believes me, people won't.
I'm going to die, Azza. I'm going to die.
What are you going to do now?
I must speak to Huda and figure out what's going on.
But she's probably in their hands now.
And how will you get to her without drawing attention?
Should I call her? Maybe she snuck her phone in.
And if someone else answers?
I'll pretend to be a client who wants an appointment.
- I don't have many options. - What if they get your number?
So what? If they don't have my photo, I've got nothing to worry about.
And if they do, then it doesn't make a difference.
That's it, I'm calling.
[phone line ringing]
[man] Hello?
- Is Huda there? - No, who's speaking?
I want to make an appointment for a haircut.
Sure. Who's speaking?
Can I speak to Huda directly?
That's not possible. She can't come to the phone right now.
Okay, then I'll call back later.
Who should I tell her called?
It's not important.
I can tell her. I work for her.
Why are you afraid to give your name?
I'm not afraid, but I don't know you. Why would I give you my name?
So you didn't hear the news and you simply want a haircut?
What news?
Come on, do you think I'm that stupid?
Fine, tell me what you know about Huda.
[phone beeps]
[cell phone rings]
Better call him back.
[phone buzzes]
[man] Believe me, we won't leave you alone,
even if hell freezes over.
We'll drag you in by your ears.
God help us.
Don't tell anyone at home that I know.
If they find out, I'll be implicated with you, Reem.
I'm sorry, Reem.
I'm sorry I can't help. I'm sorry.
They don't have your picture.
We would have heard about it by now. Trust in God.
I have to find a way to protect Lina and Yousef,
in case they find my picture.
I have to.
[Huda] I had no one to help me.
A desperate woman is a cornered cat.
Scared, but also scary.
[man] You? Scared? Even death fears you.
[Huda] The same goes for you.
I think we can relate on this point.
- But I am afraid of death. - Really?
It doesn't seem like it.
A freedom fighter on the most wanted list.
Everyone fears death. Some people just know how to play the game.
Most don't.
Looks like you and I know how to play it.
I decided if this day came, I'd play it grand.
And not beg for my life.
So you knew this day would come?
I'll tell you, but you need to talk first.
Why did you join the resistance?
Your secret is safe with me. You know I'm headed for the grave.
I just want to hear your story first.
Why are you so curious?
I'd like to know the story of the last person I'll see.
I'll tell what you want to know if you tell me what lives inside you.
When I was 11, I had a friend called Muhanad.
I tried to persuade him to throw rocks at an army patrol jeep.
He was afraid at first.
I accused him of being a coward.
He wanted to prove me wrong so he came with me.
There, I tried to persuade him to throw the rock.
A really big one.
He refused, so I did it myself.
The soldiers chased us.
Muhanad managed to escape. But they caught me.
I swore to them that it wasn't me.
One soldier slapped me so hard, I got dizzy.
Then he asked, "Who did it then?"
I was so afraid, I told him it was Muhanad.
They forced me to take them to his house.
When we got there...
they shot him in front of his parents.
Why did you bring others down with you?
For the same reason you brought down Muhanad.
When it comes down to your life or that of others,
what choice can you make?
Who is she?
Why did you hide this photo in particular?
[zip tie zipping]
Find me this one as soon as possible.
Huda hid it. I feel she's different. She may be the key.
- She is the one I saw yesterday. - Exactly.
That's why we must find her. Understood?
[bell dings]
[engine rumbling]
[distant siren]
Mom.
[mother] What's wrong?
I don't know what to tell you.
You are worrying me.
This time I won't listen. I'm leaving for Jordan.
- Dear God. Why? - Because.
I am not sure Yousef will stand by me no matter what.
I don't get you, Reem. Do you want to leave Yousef?
Girls today think marriage is bliss, but darling, it takes effort.
If you can fix the situation, fix it. I don't have a magical solution.
Must Lina grow up in a broken home?
Better than a devastated one.
What are you babbling about? You can't even travel.
Your brother-in-law is in jail.
As a relative, you're banned from travel.
You'd need a permit from the Secret Service.
How would you get one?
- Bye, Mom. - [phone beeps]
You chose women suffering in silence at the hands of their asshole husbands.
That way, you could be sure they would keep quiet on what you did.
It's not the main reason.
Oh, you have a main reason?
Working with the Secret Service gave these girls a sense of strength.
By blackmailing them?
They stood up to their husbands once they got some courage.
By collaborating with the enemy? The occupation?
Which enemy?
Everyone is an enemy.
It's easier to occupy a society that is already repressing itself.
You're exhausting me.
You keep bringing us back to square one.
To waste time. But your time is up.
[baby fussing]
[indistinct dialog]
I know you like this song. Don't you?
[music playing on cell phone]
[Huda] So you think you're a freedom fighter?
You only flex your muscle on the weak.
You choked me. You're just another sad little hypocrite.
- What kind of a devil are you? - Go on, then. Hit me.
Show me how strong you are.
That's not what I'm here for.
I have a specialist waiting outside.
Don't force me to bring him in.
Do you know why you're upset?
You're now a part-time psychologist?
No, I've just known a lot of men.
How fabulous.
You're upset because you're self-righteous and I am exposing you.
Oh, sweet patience.
You told me your story, so you think your crime is laid to rest?
You're a coward playing the freedom fighter.
Listen, you.
I don't give a shit what you think of me.
I'm just trying to decide
whether I should use force myself
or whether I should bring in the specialist.
- [grunting] - [clattering]
Someone like Huda needs someone like me.
Man, what's wrong? What's with you?
Why won't you let me try?
I'll have her cough up the names in no time.
Anyway, about this girl.
I'm calling all the numbers in Huda's cell phone.
I'll trick them by offering clemency in exchange for cooperation.
If we find her, we're done.
I will, even if she's six feet under.
"Tell me, Dad, how did my infidel wife treat you?"
The dad answers,
"Son, it's not her. Your mom's the infidel here."
- [laughing] - Good one.
So she served him and ceased to be an infidel?
Don't push it.
An infidel has nothing to do with religion.
It's all about your behavior.
But your brother emphasized the fact that
after the wife served the man, she ceased to be an infidel.
If it was about how she interacts with kids
then it would be a different story.
Wady, what is the moral here?
Nothing, it's just a joke. I was joking. That's all.
You're quiet, Reem. You're usually such a chatterbox.
- I'm just listening. - So what do you think?
Is a woman an infidel in how she treats her husband?
Of course, it's how she treats her husband.
Then you're definitely an infidel.
My infidel wife would be upgraded to an atheist.
If any of you were my husbands, I would have divorced you.
How do you deal with these morons?
- Sahar, watch your tongue. - Let's change the subject.
When is Lina going to get a little brother?
Or a sister.
Is this what happens to girls when they go to university?
We should have sent you to Deir el Zour and let ISIS set you straight.
- That's what she needs. - For real, Reem.
When will you have another one?
When we've finished fixing up the house.
- Will you change this color? - What's wrong with it?
Nothing, I just feel like I'm in a fish tank.
Honestly, right now one is enough. We're barely managing with this one.
What do you care? Your wife has no job.
I'm looking for one.
Our expenses are high.
And we want to send Lina to a university abroad later.
So she can come back with an infidel?
[laughing]
- We laughed. Enough, now. - Listen, listen.
Did you hear about the scandal at Huda's salon?
Oh, right. I heard about it yesterday.
Her exposure led to at least a thousand traitors.
- I'll get the coffee. - [woman] How was she discovered?
[woman 2] One of her victims committed suicide,
leaving an emotional letter.
[man] Every traitor will be exposed, sooner or later.
[Huda] I just tried to help myself as well as these girls.
Helping them how? By destroying their lives?
You pretend you were doing these girls a favor,
when in reality you were stripping them of their dignity and blackmailing them.
Take a good look.
You stripped them against their will.
It's worse than rape. That is just once. This extortion goes on forever.
And what's worse, you're playing the victim card.
You're delusional.
You can lie to me.
- But to lie to yourself? - You piece of shit.
Who do you think you are?
Who are you to judge me?
Fine, I'm a piece of shit. But what does that make you?
Siham, the latest research states
that women who don't give birth, keep their beauty.
I know what I'm talking about.
- I wish your mother had kept her beauty. - What?
[cell phone rings]
Excuse me.
[laughing]
She's joking, right?
Hello?
[man] Don't hang up. Listen until the end.
I want to help you. If you help us find Huda's sons,
I promise we'll wipe your slate clean. This is the best we can offer you.
I'm not a traitor nor a snitch. Please don't call again.
[phone beeps]
[cell phone rings]
- I told you not to call. - [man] Wait, wait.
Are you the one who visited the salon yesterday?
- [faucet squeaks] - [water running]
[door opens]
What are you doing?
Are you completely crazy?
Who keeps calling you?
Nobody.
- 059... - [tapping]
- 884... - [tapping]
- 5184. - [tapping]
Take a look.
This is in the south end of town.
Zaki, Atef. Go with Isam. Find the owner of this number.
What kind of joke was that, in front of my mother?
"I wish your mother had kept her beauty?" She left upset.
I went above and beyond for them. What else do you want from me?
Reem, this is my family. Not guests from Mexico.
Should I put on a show for them?
There's no pleasing your mother. I can never do anything right.
- Reem, please. - So it's all my fault?
I've been cooking all day and you make out that I'm lazy.
Why did you call me an infidel?
Darling, that was a joke. Reem. To make you less pouty.
I know you too well, you meant it.
When have you ever come home and found no food on the table?
Or a house that was not clean?
As if this is just about cooking and cleaning.
You've never said one nice thing to me.
As if you're such a Romeo.
All you ever say is, "Where were you? Who did you see, who drove you?"
Here we go again.
Reem, I have the right-- Reem, look at me.
It's my right to know everything you do,
especially when I've never felt, not once, that you love me.
And your eyes are always wandering.
My eyes? Do you know why?
Because my eyes stopped seeing you as a man.
A single word can flatten you.
This is your grandma's house. I can't move a chair without your mom's permission.
Reem, you're going too far.
You better hold that tongue of yours.
I swear, Yousef, one more word and I'm leaving this house.
You are not giving up the names
because you know you will die right after.
If you think I'm stealing minutes, you're wrong.
I've been expecting this moment to come for a long time.
I'm ready.
We both know you're a liar.
If you are really so brave,
then at least admit that you caused a lot of pain to a lot of people...
including these girls.
It's just a matter of time until we catch her.
We've got her number.
Do you have any idea what will happen to her?
- Take a left here. - Are we getting close?
- How accurate is this device? - About a 50-meter radius.
It should be easy. There are just a few houses.
[music playing on radio]
[door closes]
[music stops]
If there's someone else in your life, tell me.
I can't deal with this anymore.
Would you believe me if I said there's no one else?
Reem, love. Calm down.
Tell me what's going on?
What's going on?
Would you believe me if I told you?
Can I trust you if I told you?
Yeah, I thought so.
I'm listening.
What's the deal?
It's better for you not to know.
- [water running] - [dishes clatter]
[baby crying]
You know what, Reem? You're not the one leaving the house.
I am.
[crying continues]
[door opens, closes]
Enough!
With your wit, you could have saved those girls...
and found yourself an escape route, too.
[Huda] You think so?
Out of the frying pan into the fire.
What escape route are you talking about?
You should have come to us.
[Huda] Just like Safaa?
- So she snitched on me? - How did you know?
[Huda] Her picture isn't here.
Safaa is much better off than you are right now.
[Huda] Really? In what way better?
If you don't kill her, the Secret Service will.
No, Safaa committed suicide.
[♪]
I told you, I'm all alone in the house.
- Sorry to bother you. - You're welcome.
[♪]
[knocking]
[knocking continues]
[♪]
[knocking]
And what you did to your kids is even worse.
Tell me.
How are Wajdi, Nabeel and Karam doing?
So now you've suddenly decided to play good cop?
They hate you, right?
You claim their father forbade them to see you.
They're older now, though.
They could have come looking for you. Why haven't they?
Their father made them hate me.
Wrong. It's because you're selfish.
If you loved them in the first place,
and cared for them,
no force in the world could have made them hate you.
He took them away.
They were not allowed to see me.
I gave them all that I could.
You're not the only victim in this world
but you're the kind that uses it to run away from your responsibility.
Even towards your children.
You'll die in an hour,
while your kids will hate you for the rest of their lives.
Besides neglecting them,
you've also brought them nothing but shame.
Did you know Wajdi, Nabeel and Karam contacted us?
No.
Not to see if you were all right.
Because they want to kill you themselves.
To wash off the shame and the pain you brought them.
[sobbing]
[knife clicks]
[sobbing]
[water pouring]
We want the names, Huda.
Before they fall deeper into the clutches of the Secret Service.
[phone line ringing]
[man] Hello?
[retching]
[cell phone rings]
[phone thudding]
[ringing continues]
[man] We're looking for a young woman with dark hair.
We need to take a look.
[cell phone rings]
[ringing continues]
Hello?
[man] Hello? Who's this?
- Wrong number. - How's it wrong? You called me.
- It was a mistake. - No problem, have a good day.
- Wait, wait. Are you Musa? - Yes.
Huda gave me your number, and they say she was caught.
I'm banned from traveling abroad. Could you get me a travel permit?
I must leave today.
- What's your name? - Reem.
Reem what?
- Could you? - Of course I can.
Let me check your file.
This is the first time I've called you.
So you don't have a file.
Don't worry. You're in the clear.
But she took my photo and if they find it, my life is over.
I have a daughter.
I understand, but I can't help you.
You haven't helped us with anything.
To protect you and your daughter, we need information from you.
But they have my number. They are going to find me.
I understand, but we're state-run.
In order to help you, I need to access a file and you don't have one.
Give me any piece of useful information...
I don't have any information.
Then pray that your photo doesn't fall into the hands of the terrorists.
What kind of information do you want?
Let's start with you. Who are you? How old are you?
How old is your daughter? Who's your husband?
Who are you talking to?
Nobody. My mom.
- Give me your phone. - No. It's mine.
- Give it to me. - No.
Give it.
- Hello? Reem? - Who is this?
[phone beeps]
Who was that?
Where is Lina's basket?
- Yousef, listen. - Reem, get away from me.
Yousef, just listen to me.
I'm in trouble and I need you to stand by me.
It's not someone else. That man is named Musa.
I needed his help. If you don't believe me, call him.
Help with what?
This is bigger than having someone else.
Everyone is going to think that...
It's Huda.
Yesterday, I was at Huda's salon and she drugged me...
Huda's salon?
If the resistance find my photo, my life's over.
I couldn't tell you. I wasn't sure if you would stand by me...
Yousef.
If we want to protect Lina, we have to leave this country.
Yousef?
Yousef, what are you going to do?
Where are you going? Wait. Wait.
Yousef, just listen to me.
To protect Lina, we have to get away from you.
And you need to find a way to clear your name.
I knew it.
Go. You're nothing to me.
[music playing on radio]
The phone is moving and I just saw a guy leaving in his car.
[car doors close]
[♪]
[scraping]
[clanking]
[squeaking]
[gas hissing]
[hissing stops]
[clicking]
[banging]
[Musa] Reem, listen carefully. I will help you.
But pay attention. You have to do exactly what I tell you.
Don't mess about with the Secret Service.
In 30 minutes, call the guy calling you.
Tell him to come pick you up. Okay?
Who should they fear more? Us or the Secret Service?
I honestly don't know.
But I hope you're a good man.
Are you?
Promise me your guys won't hurt those girls.
Of course they won't. They'll lead us to their handlers.
Let them help you find Musa.
Sanaa Ali Rabeh.
[music box playing]
[music stops]
[phone line ringing]
- [man] Hello? - Listen.
Come and get me now.
So you've changed your mind?
I'm ready to face the consequences.
Give me your address then.
Bustan Al-Beik. And you'll need to break the door open.
Strange. She wants us to break down the door.
- Shall I go get her? - It could be a setup.
Shall I just watch the house?
- Be careful. Go. - Okay.
Hassan?
Did my sons really contact you?
No.
I'm sorry.
- I have one last request. - Sure.
I don't want to be tortured to death.
Can I be shot?
And not in my face?
I will respect that.
[Hassan] Either way, no one will retain a good image of you.
[Huda] I just hope you will.
[Hassan] If I spared your life...
what would you do?
[Huda] What happened to Reem?
[Hassan] My guys are interrogating her husband.
[Huda] She really is innocent. She never did anything wrong.
Believe me.
[Hassan] Why is she so important to you? Why her?
[Huda] I see myself in her.
[door opens]
Not in her head.
- [gunshot] - [body thudding]
This is Hassan speaking. Your husband is safe with us.
- And my daughter? - Your daughter, too.
Listen, we need you to help us get to Musa.
- Do you hear me? - Why? What happened?
Don't worry, we know you're innocent. You didn't do anything wrong.
Huda...
I just want to let you know... your photo... we burned it.
And we want you on our side.
Reem?
Reem? Hello?
[♪]
[phone clattering]
[♪]