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[Opening music]

In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Morning news, brought to you by

announcer "Nader Adawy El-Saryakousy."

News item one.

The school celebrates Mother’s Day today.

And woe to him, darker than the night,

who doesn’t bring a gift for his teacher.

And right from the start, so there’s no excuses,

Miss "Afaf’s" address:

12 Shihab Street, Mohandessin.

Miss "Mona’s" address: 11 Shihab Street, Mohandessin.

The principal’s address: All of Mohandessin.

Is this kid gonna hijack the whole radio or what?

Listen, kid, we’ll catch him at recess and give him the beating

and hijack the radio ourselves.

From sports news,

"Zamalek" defeats "Al Ahly" two-one, deservedly.

[Cheering sounds]

What’s this? What… what’s happening? What’s going on, kid?

What, sir?

What are you saying, kid? What are you talking about?

What?

The match ended one-one.

No, there was a [in English] penalty for "Zamalek," and God knows

the ref didn’t call it, and Dad said the ref is corrupt.

"The ref is corrupt"?

Yeah.

And there was a penalty for "Zamalek"?

Yeah, there was a penalty.

Shh, you’re fired from the radio.

Give me another chance.

No chances, shh, goodbye.

You come here, kid.

No, no way.

You fat loser!

Enough, come on.

Announce it, come on.

Guys, "Zamalek" drew with "Al Ahly" one-one."

[Cheering sounds]

Enough, come on, no.

[Music]

♪ My homeland, my homeland, my homeland ♪

♪ For you, my love and heart ♪

♪ My homeland, my homeland, my homeland ♪

♪ For you, my love and heart ♪

In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

The school bulletin, brought to you by

announcer "Nader Adawy El-Saryakousy."

News item three.

"America" announced yesterday

its occupation of "Africa" and part of "Asia,"

and right now, Americans are finishing up in "Europe" as I speak to you.

When Mom found out, she was shocked. She said to Dad, "What’s this, Adawy?"

"Is 'America' gonna meddle in people’s business even more than this, Adawy?"

He said, "Fawziya, I swear to divorce you, 'America' is messing around."

So, folks, after recess, we all need to protest before my mom gets divorced.

Protest, protest!

Protest, protest, protest!

[Nader] Protest, protest, protest!

[Cheering sounds]

Protest, protest!

[Students] Protest, protest!

So, "America" is messing around?

Yeah, messing around.

What did your dad say to your mom?

He said, "Fawziya, 'America' is messing around."

And what did your mom say back?

She said, "Let’s focus on our own business, Adawy, are you eating pasta or eggplant?"

Take off the shoe.

Why?

Isn’t 'America' messing around, Fawziya?

Last warning.

No, I’ll calm down, I’ll calm down.

No, my finger’s crushed.

Not another word.

I swear my finger’s crushed.

Take off his shoe.

Take off whose?

I swear my finger’s crushed, don’t.

My finger’s crushed, I swear.

What’s it to me? My dad’s the one who said it!

Don’t, come on.

Huh?

Isn’t 'America' messing around, Fawziya?

[Screaming] Last… last warning, don’t, come on.

[Music]

In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Dear viewers, good evening to you all.

With you is "Nader Adawy El-Saryakousy."

And we begin the nine o’clock news

with the most important headlines.

[Nader] The government issued an official statement yesterday

to combat corruption in all its forms and types

wherever it exists and wherever it’s found.

This just in: A high-ranking official source made this statement

to the program "Good Morning, Egypt."

What’s this? Mom?

Mom, what’s going on?

Mom, fix the picture, will you?

What, kid? You’re yelling at me?

God! Fix the picture, Fawziya, let the kid study.

Bro, I’m exhausted, I’ve been filming for an hour and a half for the exam.

And you, Saadiya, why are you nagging us like this?

I need to focus, you’ll make us fail.

I swear, it’s my fault I’m busy serving your guests

and left my own food burning.

And now, dear viewers, with a segment from the weather report,

a cloud of soot and tar is sweeping the nation,

and people’s patience is running thin, complaints are rising.

Our field reporter in the farmlands

says the farmers are to blame because they burn the rice.

The farmers’ response: "How can we burn it, boss? We’d rather eat it."

Finally, congratulations to the Chest Hospital.

And now with the temperature forecast, God willing.

So, the weather’s gonna be nice, bro?

God willing, it’ll be nice, Fawziya.

And it’ll be even better if you leave us and go sit downstairs, and air out the apartment a bit.

This concludes the nine o’clock news with you,

"Nader Adawy El-Saryakousy."

Thank you for listening.

[Applause]

Bless you, Mansour, my son, God willing.

God willing.

You know, kid, Nader, if this station really knew what it was doing,

they’d have made you a top anchor by now.

True.

Please, Mr. Nader, when you become a top anchor,

look into my daughter’s case and talk to the officials.

God! Didn’t the medical committee say they’d send her abroad?

In two years, sir, she’d be gone by then.

No, just pray I pass, Saadiya.

God willing, she’ll go for treatment at the state’s expense.

When’s your exam?

In a week.

Sir… sir, are you okay? Talk to someone in charge.

Yeah, but who do we talk to?

The parliament guy.

They say he serves his constituents.

Fawziya, we didn’t even vote for him.

Bro, go find him some connections.

You want the kid to fail?

No, God willing, Mom, he won’t fail.

Alright, folks, thanks a lot. Wait for me downstairs, okay?

I need you for an official task, thanks a lot.

Thanks a million.

Thank you.

[Whispering] Dad, who’s that?

♪ We’ve been saying for ages, Mr. "Riyad" is the winner ♪

♪ We’ve been saying for ages, Mr. "Riyad" is the winner ♪

♪ Oh "Riyad," oh "Riyad" ♪

♪ Oh "Riyad" ♪

♪ Oh son of the district ♪

♪ Oh "Riyad" ♪

♪ Oh son of our country ♪

♪ Oh "Riyad" ♪

♪ Oh "Riyad," oh "Riyad" ♪

♪ Oh "Riyad" ♪

♪ We’ve been saying for ages, Mr. "Riyad" is… ♪

Enough, folks, that’s enough.

I really appreciate your kind sentiments.

And I hope I live up to your expectations and can fulfill all your requests.

But please, don’t take it the wrong way, no need for crowding.

Choose three of you to come with me and tell me about your issues.

I’m the official spokesperson for the group.

And I’m personally a longtime advisor in the Ministry of Education.

And this is my son "Nader," we’re here about him.

Okay, you three, come in.

Thank you, sir.

Come on, folks, I didn’t tell all these people to come with me.

Why the crowding? Come on.

May God guide you, son, and bless your path.

God bless you.

Let’s go, Mom.

"Let’s go, Mom"?

So he’s your dad and I’m not your mom?

Mom, the whole meeting is men.

Fine, Nader, humiliate me all you want.

Sorry.

Fine, Nader.

I’m sorry, Mom.

Dad, do you know that group guy?

No, bro, I don’t.

After you.

Welcome, welcome, Mr. "Fouad Saleh," the renowned journalist.

No introduction needed, sir, the one who brings you his articles, Dad.

I’m at your service.

My son, "Nader Adawy El-Saryakousy,"

a news presenter at "Al-Haqiqa" channel.

Good, very good.

They also asked me and Mr. "Fouad" to host programs there.

[Laughing] So we’ll be colleagues.

No, sir, colleagues? Not at all!

We’re here to ask for your help.

What? You came here to ask me for connections?

No, sir, my dad and I came looking for connections.

Listen, kid, when I tell you—

If you’re here because of an injustice, welcome, I can help.

But connections that push you ahead of someone more deserving,

sorry, I can’t.

Since you’re this worried about the exam, you’ll pass.

Just be confident in yourself.

Sir, thank God, I’m very confident.

But the next period needs… a little push.

Listen to me and rely on yourself.

God willing, sir.

Say something, Mr. Spokesperson.

Why exactly are we here?

No offense, sir.

[Adawy] Let me handle this, Nader.

[Music]

[Exam candidates chatting]

Good morning, "Nader El-Saryakousy," you look nervous, and I’m nervous, so…

I’m not nervous, and please don’t transfer your nerves to me.

What’s your field?

What?

Broadcasting.

Thank God.

Deservedly so, see anything in me?

It feels great when you realize you’re not the worst and there are people behind you.

Alright, professors, come in.

Short ones in front, tall ones in the back, or put them in the middle. Come on.

There’s no fire extinguisher here.

Hey, hey, put it out, I swear, anywhere, the place is clean anyway.

Huh?

Put it out anywhere, don’t be like that.

Here, I’ll strangle you, just pray for me.

Welcome to "Al-Haqiqa" News Channel.

First, I’d like to introduce myself,

I’m "Fakhry Kamel," the channel’s director, okay?

Ms. "Camellia," the head of presenters.

The first test will be general knowledge,

and the second will be a personality test,

and you have only one hour.

[Fakhry] And of course, I don’t need to remind you this is an aptitude test,

so it’s in no one’s interest to cheat.

"Camellia."

Folks, lucky those who benefit and let others benefit, we’re friends.

I’ve studied, thank God, if anyone needs anything, I’m here.

Anything stuck with you guys?

Yeah.

[In English] Excuse me. The first question is a bit tough.

Yeah, it really is a bit tough.

No need for [in English] "excuse me," we’re friends here.

Yeah, it really is tough.

Yeah.

What’s the first question?

"Name an Egyptian Nobel Prize winner?"

[In English] Okay, write after me, write the answer.

Dr. "Ahmed Fathi Sorour."

Please, please.

I’m not here to help you pass, okay?

Sorry, my bad.

"What was Queen Shajarat al-Durr’s real name?"

"Nermin."

"Nermin"?

Yeah, "Nermin."

You’re cheating for them wrong?

Let’s clear our consciences.

They’re all here through connections, but do you need help with anything?

Yeah, "Who planned the defense strategy in the Gulf War?"

"Mahmoud El-Gohary."

Not my problem.

Go ahead, write "Hamada Imam," "Mohsen Saleh," whatever.

In the name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.

Dear viewers, here are the events of the past 24 hours.

"The region appeals…"

[Adawy] Nader, you messed up the first word.

"Appeals."

Got it, Dad, it’s my first time saying it.

"Appeals," "appeals."

Got it, "The region appeals…"

Get out of my face, get out of my face, you’re ruining my life.

As if God blessing me with two shorties in one house isn’t enough.

Disgusting.

Don’t respond to her, Dad, you’re the reason I’m in this mess.

Your grandfather’s the reason, God forgive him.

That concludes today’s 24-hour news recap,

with your anchor…

"Nader Adawy El-Saryakousy."

Thank God you brought this up, Dad.

Let me tell you something, Dad.

Yeah, son.

I want to discuss something with you, God willing, when I become a famous anchor…

No, listen, I don’t want anything from you. I raised you, educated you,

and even if you become an anchor or get married, I’ll still support you.

Huh? What are you two whispering about?

Oh God.

What is it, son?

Dad, about "Adawy El-Saryakousy,"

does it matter to you?

Matter? That’s my name, son.

He used to run the school back when I was in the Ministry of Education.

Yeah, Dad, and still does, and I’m proud to carry his name.

But I’m saying, when I become an anchor, "Adawy El-Saryakousy"…

I might go on shows only God knows about.

Sometimes when people get famous, they change their names, so…

You know, Dad? But don’t get upset.

And what would you call yourself, genius?

"Nader Saif El-Din."

Why do you want to be an anchor?

Honestly, personal reasons, sorry.

Well, can we know them?

Honestly, sir, some people don’t have anyone to speak for them,

so I want to be an anchor to give them a voice,

express their issues, and fight the corruption around them.

And between us, a little fame too.

You want to be an anchor for that?

God willing, sir.

[Fakhry] Okay, okay.

We’d like you to interview a hardworking citizen.

Here you go, Uncle "Sayed," do your thing.

Got it.

Dear viewers, on our way, we met Uncle "Sayed"

talking to himself, and we said, "Good day, Uncle Sayed?"

"I haven’t been able to collect my pension for a year."

"I just want someone in charge to tell me,"

"What’s my crime? What’s my crime? I’m ruined."

That’s enough, Uncle Sayed, please.

We join Uncle Sayed’s voice

and ask the responsible official to respond to him quickly

and tell him his crime so he can collect his pension.

And from the program’s budget,

we’ll give Uncle Sayed 50 pounds until God provides a solution.

No way, buddy.

You have to end the interview without causing problems for anyone, got it?

Another chance, sir, please, just one more.

Go ahead, let’s see.

Ahem… Dear viewers, as we walk this beautiful day,

we met Uncle Sayed, looking radiant, mashallah, like the moon.

Still talking to himself, we say, "Good day, Abu Sayed?"

"Haven’t collected my pension in a year,"

"but I just want someone in charge"

"to tell me, what’s my crime? What’s my crime? I beg you."

Enough, you’re staining my shirt, we’re done.

Okay.

You’re a disaster, you’ve ruined the country.

Immediately, dear viewers, we contacted the responsible official,

and Uncle Sayed’s holiday was approved.

Right away, the official set an appointment

for Saturday at 9 AM

to meet Uncle Sayed and solve his problems.

Despite the official’s busy schedule— his wife’s in the hospital,

his son’s been in jail for two days after being caught with hash—

he’ll still meet Uncle Sayed.

From our platform, we urge the official

if he approves Uncle Sayed’s pension, to return the station’s 50 pounds.

Bravo, bravo, you’re hired.

[Fakhry] But stay to help your fellow candidates.

[Uncle Sayed] "Afet El-Sherbini."

"Afet El-Sherbini."

Welcome, let’s see how you interview your colleague.

In today’s episode about youth who should be realistic and objective,

we ask the young man applying to be an anchor:

"Don’t you think you’re unfit for this job?"

"Shouldn’t you be realistic and admit your traits don’t suit broadcasting?"

Well, there’s an old saying:

"If the lottery picks you, take Umm El-Shawareb too."

Meaning?

Meaning if they hired you as an anchor, I'd go work as an electrician's assistant.

Alright alright, you two can go.

[Fakhry] Next.

[Camellia] Go ahead.

[Fakhry] Your name?

"Thamah Thorour."

Congrats "Samah," we passed!

Congrats "Ragaa"!

Finally we'll sit at the desk together!

"Desk"?

You passed, "Thamah"?

Yeah.

And you "Ragaa"?

You're lying, "Nader."

Total lie - this is a blessing in disguise.

Don't fall for it, girl.

What's up, sweetie? Failed?

Yeah.

Honey, you don't need a ground station, you go straight to the moon.

Oh please.

Wait.

Don't tire yourself.

I failed? Sorry "Nader."

Don't exhaust yourself failing with me.

If "Thamah" and "Ragaa" passed, I won't stay silent.

I won't stay silent, where you going?

To complain to the director.

I'm going to complain...

Let's complain together.

Mr. Fakhry, if I may intrude,

how did "Thamah" and "Ragaa" pass while I failed?

Are you questioning the committee's integrity?

Sir, if they passed,

I should be station director!

Station director!

You failed as anchors but passed as news editors.

So we edit while "Thamah" and "Ragaa" present?

Come here, come here.

What? What?

I rest my case,

is this a face fit for a news channel?

Look.

God made you this way.

Mr. Fakhry, many successful anchors today

succeed through skill, not looks.

Mr. "Hamdy Kandil," Mr. "Mahmoud Sultan,"

Mr. "Mahmoud Yani."

Who?

Mr. "Mahmoud Yani" on that Japanese third channel.

Mr. Fakhry, this isn't a face,

but I am - look.

You're a face too.

Alright, report to the newsroom tomorrow.

Go on, "face."

[Growls in frustration]

Go with that kunafa-haired brain of yours.

Sit down, you lied to your mom saying you passed.

I don't believe it - it doesn't show on you.

They hired me as news editor.

What will you do?

Not going tomorrow.

You must go.

Go do what, Dad?

Maybe editing leads to anchoring.

Stay ambitious.

Don't collapse at the first obstacle.

Did you think the road ahead would be free of bumps?

These aren't bumps, Dad - they're sewers.

So what if they're sewers? Stay in them

or try to rise above?

Enough sewer talk, Dad, the apartment stinks enough already.

[Nader] No news lifts the spirits anymore.

God help us - "so-and-so assassinated," "so-and-so killed."

I never dreamed I'd be a shop boy.

[Nader] Break time?

What's wrong? Break to drink.

Who'll write the 6 o'clock bulletin?

After I drink.

You drank poison, you fool.

[Music]

[Gasp]

What? What brings you here?

Didn't you say "break to drink"?

What brings YOU here?

Clearly we're both thirsty.

Careful.

There's an empty chair.

The anchor who sits left.

Is she a backup?

You'd stretch to sit by me as backup? Move along.

Greetings and welcome to the 6 o'clock news.

Due to circumstances beyond our control, we cancel today's 6 o'clock news.

We'll begin with the intro.

Today, the International Broadcasters Union

exiled anchor "Afet El-Sherbini" to "Saft El-Laban."

Cairo Criminal Court issued a ruling effective now

to refer broadcaster "Nader Saif El-Din's" case

to Egypt's Grand Mufti.

A royal decree from Abdeen Palace today announced

His Majesty King Farouk I,

the Most Exalted King of the Nation,

has granted Mr. "Nader (Effendi) Saif El-Din"

the title of Grand Chief Anchor.

His Majesty has deliberated and approved both requests.

Turn on camera 18.

Kill the overhead.

What do you think? Am I priced right?

You're fired.

Okay then, sure.

I'm thrilled Mom will see me.

Bravo, bravo.

What a black day.

"Thamah" and "Ragaa" present while I do this blackout stance?

What should I do then?

You're blacked out and miserable - what catastrophe brought you here?

Tell me, what's this word exactly?

"And we'll observe."

Let's prep, everyone.

[Sad music]

[Adawy] Stay ambitious.

[Upbeat music]

Good morning, sir.

I wanted two honest words with you,

so I came early to make it official...

What's this? Flowers?

Yeah.

Don't you understand?

What?

Didn't they teach you in school these flowers suck oxygen from the room?

Not that much, ma'am - I didn't bring a garden.

Easy, easy - these cost 4 pounds, this one's free.

Alright, fine.

When you faint, do they bring you parsley or what?

What luck is this?

[Camellia coughs]

[Fouad] Hello.

Mr. Fouad. Mr. Fouad. Mr. Fouad.

How are you, sir? Remember me? "Nader."

Of course I remember! See? You passed without connections.

Passed what? I'm suffocating here. What brings you here?

Recording my show.

Good luck, God willing.

I forgot to ask - your daughter?

[Both cough awkwardly]

"Boussy"? Where are you, "Boussy"?

Good morning, Uncle "Morsi."

♪ Oh piece of maroon glacé ♪

♪ And blood is chocolate, chocolate... ♪

[Camellia] "Hala Abou El-Ela" is most qualified to cover this conference,

and don't forget the minister's speech.

Good morning.

Morn...

What's this?

Brought you some bream,

fresh from the Red Sea.

♪ Sometimes sometimes ♪

♪ I love my life and adore living ♪

Turn this thing off, come on.

Hmm, what do you want?

Honestly sir, I'll speak from the heart - this editor thing isn't working.

I came here to be an anchor.

Anchor right away?

How about the noon slot?

No one watches it, so the channel's image stays safe.

You must climb step by step.

Climb how?

Start as a field reporter first.

If you succeed, then dream of anchoring.

Field reporters - you know, the ones who go to "France" and "Moscow."

"Waleed El-Omari" from "France," "Ibrahim Abdel Fattah" from "Faisal," right.

Exactly, but you need training first.

Personally, I don't mind you training as a reporter.

But you know Mr. Fakhry, the director, must approve.

Well, tell me,

is Mr. Fakhry into flowers or oxygen too?

[In English] Sorry, may I take this before rent expires?

[Uncle Sayed coughs]

What's wrong, Uncle Sayed?

Asthma's killing me.

You're a good man, take this.

Use this in the corner for 15 minutes, you'll be fine. Put it in your mouth.

Put all this in my mouth?

Just the hose, plug your ears so it doesn't leak.

"Afet." "Afet," come here.

Million-pound news for you.

What?

Just met with Ms. Camellia - she talked about us

and agreed to train us as reporters.

Really?

I swear, just need Mr. Fakhry's

Go tell him...

You go beg him.

No, I just begged the other one - you go. For my sake.

[Fakhry] Come in.

Come with me.

[Afet] Good evening, sir.

Good evening, sir. "Nader" and I want to train as reporters.

Absolutely, "Afet."

You know you're special to me.

Plus you're presentable.

[In French] Thank you, don't know what to say, thank you [French] so much.

What?

He agreed.

Are you stupid?

Did you drink apricot juice?

A reporter must be sharp,

sense news before it happens, feel it, catch it from thin air.

Smell it.

[Camellia] Smell it?

We'll do a little test now.

You - what do you sense about your colleague?

What vibes?

Very comfortable.

Not that, this.

No embarrassment, stick to that.

Sorry, go ahead.

What I sense about you, sir,

aside from the jeans and orange t-shirt

from "El-Wekala" market,

they suit you fine.

But I'm certain inside you're not sweet - very dark.

[In English] Okay, he senses you're fake. What do you sense?

I sense he's confused.

[Laughs mockingly]

Wow! You liked that.

What does "confused" mean?

Something's wrong with you.

[Everyone laughs]

Alright, practical training time.

"Afet," explain this "something wrong" comment.

Yeah, something's off about you.

Wow!

Did I step on your hand or foot?

Are these hands or rubber gloves?

Did I say good morning or [barks] woof woof? Explain.

Am I ugly here?

Tar-level ugly.

Easy now.

Are we fighting?

Listen.

No.

Respect yourself.

You respect yourself.

Respect...

God! What's going on?

Uncle Sayed, in front of people you say I look wrong?

She's right, hurry for training.

[Laughs mockingly]

Did your mom send you to mock me?

This is the U.S. Secretary of State.

He left the meeting - just 30 seconds to reach his car.

A good reporter catches him and gets the first interview.

Show me how you'd do it.

4, 3, 2, 1.

Oh, my heart, folks!

What?

Mr. U.S. Secretary of State.

[In English] Yes?

How many times have you visited "America"?

This won't do - are you here to joke around?

Everyone back to positions - new drill.

The minister is present, with terrorists among you.

How will you interview him while protecting him?

Show me your approach.

4, 3, 2, 1.

Mr. Minister, take this!

I AM the minister!

You'll die, idiot!

Damn you, sons of— lose the wig!

That's my hair!

Lose the wig!

Nader, she's our friend!

Shut up, she's a terrorist in disguise!

Nader, no, shame on you!

You might be with them!

Oh God.

You're with them— stop, you'll kill him!

[Screaming] Ah! Ah!

You disasters ruined the country!

Ah, oh God!

[Nader] And now, dear viewers,

after these global, local, and international events,

the news dominating headlines, dear viewers,

is mad cows, dumb sheep, escaping goats, and crazy women

flooding front pages of all newspap—

You're mocking me, "Afet," I swear to God—

No, I'll beat you here, I'll—

What's this?

I didn't do anything, Ms. Camellia!

You should deliver reports amid bloody massacres.

Broadcast with chaos behind you.

What? Want them to get you a salon to broadcast from?

Not a salon, Ms. Camellia, but you'll regret this.

What? Are we joking?

Again.

This is "Nader Saif El-Din" from the hottest spot on Earth.

The weather is hot, sunny, scorching,

drenched in the sweat of nations.

Sweat of those living in this heat.

Extremely hot, okay, Camellia?

Bravo, Nader, bravo! Keep going.

We'll stay here until rain falls and drenches us.

[Nader] It's hot, hot.

Hot fava beans, Camellia.

Hot, hot— damn you all!

Exam results— honor or humiliation.

Sweetheart, Uncle Sayed!

Wait till we hang it first.

Here's your candy at once.

"Nader," "Afet."

[In English] Okay.

Me too!

Alright, folks, I'll read everything.

In God's name, God is great.

You passed, Uncle Sayed, passed!

Let me hang it first, come inside.

I'm shocked— you pass while she fails?

Expected, sir.

"Afet" wasn't great in training, but "Nader" excelled.

We'll see— come with me. You— train again.

I need you alert, focused, attentive.

No need, sir— the shirt's ironed, Mr. Fakhry.

Luckily, our reporters don't cover all global hotspots.

Unluckily, I must send you.

Hotspots, sir?

The epicenter.

"Washington."

No.

"Mozambique."

No.

"Shanghai."

No.

Too tough for you— you're still green.

I'll send you somewhere small, just your size.

The calmest place on Earth.

The calmest place on Earth...

[Gunfire sounds]

[Screaming]

[Screams in pain]

Alright, stand here. Ready, film.

Continuing Russia's bombardment, dear viewers,

on Muslim Chechen lands.

Russian helicopters today— currently— have struck all

Muslim Chechen territories brutally.

The question arises, dear viewers:

Will Arab/Islamic nations keep engaging the Russian bear

despite its Chechen Muslim massacres,

and its Zionist support by relocating Russian Jews,

or take a stand to stop the Chechen bloodshed?

Reporting as— [Shells approaching] Shells everywhere, dear viewers—

Approaching— [Screaming] They're coming at us!

This was "Nader Saif El-Din" from the calmest place on Earth,

"Al-Haqiqa" Channel—

God suffice me against you, Fakhry!

Why isn't he answering?

Maybe he's lost.

God forbid— he's a sharp kid.

Sharp? Then he's definitely lost.

[Phone rings]

There— ringing!

Hello? Who?

Where are you, son? Why aren't you answering?

Where are you? I'm dying, Fakhry!

Stay put— we'll handle it.

Describe your location.

God, make this good—

I'm in a wide area,

all white on white,

and— oh— my lower half is missing, Fakhry!

Don't worry, Nader— we'll act fast. You must cover "The West Bank" immediately.

Do what in "The West Bank"?

Our reporter there got hit by a shell and died. I'm giving you this chance.

They precede us, we follow.

[Call disconnects]

Mr. Fakhry.

[Airplane sound]

Plane! Plane! Go! [In English] Zoom in on the plane, get closer!

[Nader] Go! God! I know that pilot from Imbaba, "Harbi"!

[Screams]

Where you going, "Harbi"? "Harbi"!

-[Speaking Russian] -[In English] What?

[Speaking Russian]

Is there more chaos than this?

You're saying "chaos" and leaving? Where to?

Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!

[Molotov cocktail sound]

[Gunfire sounds]

Get ready.

Dear viewers, this scene repeats daily, hourly,

etched in Arab children's hearts and eyes.

Dear viewers, what will we tell our children tomorrow?

Murderers! Murderers!

God is great!

Amid these events, dear viewers,

we salute those defending the nation's honor at Al-Aqsa.

Dear viewers, as global Muslim silence persists,

Al-Aqsa—Islam's third holiest site— can only pray

for divine salvation.

This was "Nader Saif El-Din" from Palestine.

You nearly ruined our Russia relations— we fixed that.

But getting our West Bank license revoked?

Mr. Fakhry, I couldn't control myself—I'm Arab too.

In our field, emotional outbursts are unacceptable.

You're demoted to editor.

Please, no.

No—you're fired entirely.

Dr. "Riyad" and Mr. "Fouad Saleh" have arrived.

Who's that girl with "Fouad Saleh"?

Always with him—clearly not his caliber.

Men lose their standards when they age.

Still here? Get out.

"Nader."

Yes?

I loved your Chechnya coverage,

and adored your West Bank report more.

Girl, your eyes gleam with schadenfreude.

No, I swear!

It was bold—I admire men with principles.

I get you, "Afet."

You're happy I'm off your track, but I'll return—and in your heart.

Speaking of hearts—clean yours.

Your bitterness shrunk you to a size 10 nail.

Clueless.

I'm pleased to announce... two shows.

First: "Beyond Events,"

hosted by renowned MP Dr. "Riyad Ghanem."

[Applause]

Second: "Eyes of Truth,"

hosted by famed journalist Mr. "Fouad Saleh."

Who'll grace our screen

with his explosive new investigation—

known only to him till now.

This should attract massive ads,

funding our channel's development.

Everyone to work.

Go ahead.

[Fakhry] After you.

Mind the canal—don't drown!

Mr. Fouad. Mr. Fouad.

Yes?

May I share an injustice?

Go on.

Please expose administrative corruption—

those punishing youth for speaking their minds.

Ah, you messed up, didn't you?

Won't learn the game's rules.

Didn't you come for connections?

Yes, sir—my dad and I threw you a party.

Had you helped me, I wouldn't be in this mess.

Now you're crying?

Give him another chance.

Over my dead body.

Sir, keep him.

Find him something, Fakhry.

Assign him light duties.

Go ahead.

Ms. Camellia, what does "light duties" mean?

Listen—if you're sidelining me,

any channel would hire me.

Fool—we're sending you to the Cannes Film Festival.

Cannes?

Oof.

Why do they treat us like this?

Here, Mr. Nader— mirror-perfect, see?

Bless you, Saadiya.

God bless you.

God keep you.

Big day today?

Huge.

Don't forget my daughter's case.

I won't—just pray for me.

God bless you, open your path.

Don't worry—he keeps his promises. I know my son.

May God protect and guide him.

My boy, Nader.

Yes, Mom?

When you see Yousra at Cannes, greet her for me.

Tell her Mom says hi.

Pray for me.

God willing you'll succeed.

Where are the actors? Haven't seen any, sir?

Come—who's that?

[In English] Sorry.

Hurry, come here.

Ms. Sonia, good evening.

Good evening.

Two minutes for "Al-Haqiqa" Channel?

At your service.

Dear viewers, actress "Sonia Kamel."

Good evening.

Good evening.

And welcome to—

No! [In English] Stop!

These are [in English] my bodyguards.

Are they sold in pairs?

We're joking with our friend here,

Let’s have one stand here, one there.

No, I need them visible— I’m sending someone a message.

Your personal issues shouldn’t interfere with work—please.

Help us out here, son.

They’ll look friendlier this way. Ready?

[In English] At your service.

Ready? [In English] Okay, ready.

Ms. Sonia Kamel, we welcome you.

Your fans demand answers to many pressing questions,

including critical intellectual issues

your admirers seek your perspective on.

I’m at their service.

[In French] Thank you. This trust in a great artist

like Ms. Sonia— I have a very urgent personal question:

Are movie kisses real?

I only kiss if it serves the drama.

So you mean your kisses are purposeful?

Exactly—justified by the film’s narrative.

About "justified kisses"—

your latest film, despite its success (mashallah, God is great),

was terrible.

Thank God, sir.

There’s a bus scene at the end

where you kiss the ticket collector— how does that serve the plot?

What? Didn’t you see him kissing her till the last stop?

Oh, Ms. Sonia!

See how he treated a respected artist?

Honestly, very bold.

Thank you, sir.

Bravo, Nader—I’m proud of you.

Here.

My first certificate of appreciation!

Dad will be thrilled.

Here’s your file.

We no longer require your services.

Give this to your father.

Don’t bring my dad into this.

You’re nothing but trouble.

Mr. Fakhry, I voice people’s concerns.

We don’t want that.

We want the official narrative.

Give up—you’re already fired.

Don’t escalate this—any last words?

Since you care about public opinion, you could work with me.

That’s what will ruin us.

With your permission, Mr. Fakhry.

Go ahead.

Come with me.

Do one job, and I’ll make Fakhry reinstate you.

I’ll kiss your hands—just say yes.

There’s a legendary fraud people travel countries to see.

They treat him like a saint, while he scams thousands.

Mr. Fouad, you want me to do undercover work?

Undercover? Every news outlet wants to interview him—with no luck.

If you get that interview, I’ll write a major piece on it.

Then Fakhry will forgive you.

Global networks failed— and I’ll succeed?

Try! You want everything handed to you?

God willing, I’ll meet him.

What about your show?

None of your business—I’ll handle it.

[Chanting sounds]

One by one.

One by one.

I’ll see the Sheikh.

One by one.

I’m entering.

Pay extra to enter.

I’ll pay the Sheikh.

Here.

Go ahead.

[Man] Sit awhile.

[Afet burps]

Sorry.

[Afet burps]

God forgive you.

[Afet burps]

It’s hot—just say sorry.

[In English] Excuse me.

[In English] Hello.

[In English] Why are you here?

[In English] I came

[In English] because… my daughter’s possessed [in English] by a jinn.

Left her home [in English] insane.

[In English] The neighbors complained about her…

[Afet burps]

Bless you.

Brought her to the Sheikh, praying God heals her.

[In English] So you believe in sorcery?

[In English] Sorcery is very backward.

Stop! [In English] No cameras!

[In English] Sorry.

Brother, cameras and such

might scare off the Sheikh’s blessings that heal you, by God’s will.

[Chanting] Blessings…

Son, listen—

I swear, my daughter’s all I have— her and the water buffalo.

We came so far—don’t let her slip away.

Let us see the Sheikh first, I beg you.

Pay extra to enter.

We’ll pay anything.

[Chanting] Bless us, Sheikh!

Bless us!

[Man] Enter.

[Chanting] Blessings…

Let’s go.

Go inside.

Welcome, dear guests.

Hmm?

Who’s the patient? Speak.

You or her?

My daughter, Sheikh.

[Afet burps]

Bless you.

She’s ill, Sheikh.

What’s her ailment?

She’s afraid.

[Afet burps]

Bless you.

Everyone feels fear.

I know, Sheikh.

But she fears things no one else does.

Like what?

Let me explain.

Last night at dinner— nothing was wrong.

Then God tested me—

A chubby, chatty chatterbox, a brat in boots.

I tell her, "Shut up, you noisy brat, enough!"

"Pipe down, girl, enough!"

My blood boiled, Your Honor, so I grabbed a knife and slit her belly.

The girl got scared.

"Then what?"

"I thought maybe ‘cause of her mom—"

They shared bread and salt, so she was upset. Fine.

At her mom’s funeral night, sitting there,

her cousin—a sketchy guy, you wouldn’t like him, Your Honor—

kept winking and eyeing the girl in front of everyone.

I snapped, Your Honor! Pulled my blade and slit his throat.

She saw blood, got scared.

Though blood’s normal at home, Your Honor. Her brothers drink it for breakfast.

[Burping sound]

"Hocus pocus!"

Trapped, clamped, and cramped—

Out, you fiend, from head to heel!

"Get up, let’s go."

"Reveal yourself—the spell’s undone!"

"Some mastic gum and cardamom!"

"Welcome!"

"A hundred welcomes! A hundred welcomes!"

"Speak! Tell us what’s wrong with her."

"Speak, don’t be scared. What, you won’t talk?"

"I’ll hit you!"

"Why tire yourself, Your Honor? Use the slipper!"

"What? I give him the slipper? You scam, son of a scam!"

"His Honor says speak! Speak! You’ve ruined everything, curse your dad!"

"Who you hitting? Move!"

"Come on, let’s go."

"Sit! Nobody’s going anywhere."

"Tell us what’s wrong with the girl."

"I won’t talk in front of them."

"Come closer."

"They’re from the press and TV! They’ll ruin us all—your day’s ruined!"

"Dismissed."

"That’s a sneaky spy, cursed and sly."

"Get up, let’s go."

"Go where?"

"Your daughter’s possessed—only a beating will fix her."

"A beating? You think that’ll work, Your Honor?"

"Yes."

"Trust in God."

"What?"

"Brat."

"Don’t hit me, Dad!"

"Quiet!"

"The curse binds you both."

"Meaning what?"

"You must be beaten together."

"Will that work, Sheikh?"

"Yes, it’ll work."

"Alright, trust in God."

"You’ll be beaten black and blue."

"Don’t resist—strip your own clothes off!"

[Screaming]

[Nader] "Run, girl!"

"Strip! Strip your clothes off!"

"Nothing lasts forever!"

[Nader] "Run, girl!"

"We’ll strip! We’ll strip, Your Honor! Yes, yes! Mercy, Your Honor!"

"Stay still—let the demon out!"

"No! Run, girl!"

"No! No, Your Honor!"

"Oh God, oh God!"

[Man] "Stop! That’s the press, that’s TV!"

"Get them! Hit ‘em with shoes!"

"Hyah! Hyah!"

"Back off, Ma‘rouf! Back off!"

"Every time you hold me back! I quit—I’ll tell Mom!"

"Am I a joke to you?"

"Ah, ah, come here."

"Peace be upon you, Hajj."

"And upon you, peace and God’s mercy."

"Mind if we rest here a bit?"

"Of course."

"Ah."

"What’s wrong, son?"

"We went to that fraud, Dad—that scammer you told us about."

"Chaos and terror followed! We looked at his leg—it was a goat’s leg!"

"Like this?"

"Yes! Holy cow!"

"Yours is a goat leg too! This country’s got no sheep left!"

"You fools let a chance like this slip away!"

"Mr. Fakhry, the man tried to strip us naked!"

"To ascend, you must strip."

"First time I’ve heard of the ‘naked theory’!"

"We wanted to prove you can rely on us."

"We’ll see."

"So… lesson learned. So… you’ll rehire me?"

"And me—promote me to reporter?"

"Fine. After New Year’s week."

"I need you to cover how people are celebrating."

"God willing, we’ll deliver a killer report."

"Come on, Afaf. [In English] Bye, bro."

"Bro?"

"And with us, a sleepless citizen. We say: ‘Every year, you’re well!’"

[In English] "Happy New Year."

"What does New Year’s mean to you?"

"Are you stupid or what?"

"What New Year? You clueless? People are struggling!"

"Your ‘New Year’ reminds me I’m 40 with no wife!"

"What’s wrong, sir?"

"Nothing’s wrong."

"I’m 40, retired."

"Graduated at 24."

"Retired at 34."

"No wife, no love, no kids, no car."

"Enough. Let’s go, Afaf. Move!"

"Why, God?"

"Dear viewers, as we enter the third millennium,"

"this New Year’s Eve, from the heart of the city—this exchange."

"With a citizen. [In English] Happy New Year."

"What?"

[In English] "Happy New Year."

"Go buy it from the pharmacy—why bother me?"

"Sir, today’s a new year."

"New what? I’m at the end of mine!"

"Anyway, be grateful you even made it this far."

"Program question: What are you doing?"

"Building a pool for the kids."

♪ "Fragrance wafts from it, yes!" ♪

"God!"

♪ "And it’ll drip on us!" ♪

[Afaf] "And with us, the citizen’s wife."

"With us, the citizen’s wife."

"Since you’re the sweet half of his life—"

"Sweet? What sweet?"

"I’m a mess!"

"You’ve embarrassed us, ‘Miss Mess’!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems they’re still living in the first millennium."

"With you, Nader Seif El-Din—"

"From Sewage Pipe 460."

"And Afaf El-Sherbiny."

"Dear viewers, as we enter the New Year, we meet a citizen."

"May we know your name?"

"Metwally."

"Uncle Metwally, for the New Year, what would you like to say?"

"I say: Hasbunallahu wa ni‘mal wakeel (God is sufficient for us)."

"What are you doing here, Uncle Metwally?"

"Will he be a prison warden? Nah, he’s jailed!"

"What kind of question is that? Uncle Metwally, why are you here?"

"The landlord wants to kick me out of my apartment by force."

"I swore I wouldn’t leave even if my head rots."

"But he’s got powerful relatives,"

"so I’ve been thrown in here for a month—no charges."

"Ladies and gentlemen, this—"

"Hasbunallahu wa ni‘mal wakeel!"

"Uncle Metwally, you’ve been through a lot. May God accept it. Let’s wrap up."

"Will we enter the third millennium with citizens living like this?"

"A question worth asking."

"With you, Nader Seif El-Din, Al-Haqiqa News."

"And Afaf El-Sherbiny."

"Hasbunallahu wa ni‘mal wakeel!"

"Oh, how happy I am with you all."

[In French] "Merci beaucoup, effendim!"

"No, really, I’m thrilled."

"Your students, boss—honestly, boss, have you ever seen anyone film such backports before?"

"Wow! You want me to broadcast this gloom on such an occasion?"

"You want me to tell the government they’re for sale?"

"I don’t get it. Lesson learned."

"This report has to change."

"So we don’t upset the government, right?"

"Exactly."

"Sorry, I won’t change the truth people spoke."

"Then you’re demoted back to editor."

"Fine, but I won’t sell my brain to anyone."

[Slams desk] "And you?"

"I’ll sell, boss. I’ll sell."

"What’d he say? What’d you say?"

"Honestly, Afaf, I’ve decided to sell."

"You’ll sell your brain, Nader?"

"Yes, Afaf. I’m exhausted. And don’t act shocked."

"You know what happens if I sell?"

"What happens?"

♪ "I’ll hum a tune, turn it to gold!" ♪

♪ "Poverty’s gone—veni, vidi, vici!" ♪

♪ "I’ll hum a tune, turn it to gold!" ♪

♪ "Poverty’s gone—veni, vidi, vici!" ♪

♪ "I’ll float on fatta and [in English] change my life!" ♪

♪ "I know the secret recipe—won’t reveal any [English] measure!" ♪

♪ "I’ll float on fatta and [English] change my life!" ♪

♪ "I know the secret recipe—won’t reveal any [English] measure!" ♪

♪ "Take it slow, tata tata, don’t rush!" ♪

♪ "Easy when driving—don’t burst the clutch!" ♪

♪ "Why do they live in luxury?" ♪

♪ "Every suit they wear has a harem in its pocket!" ♪

♪ "I’ll hum a tune, turn it to gold!" ♪

♪ "Poverty’s gone—veni, vidi, vici!" ♪

♪ "If you sell your principles, you’ll become someone else!" ♪

♪ "Forget your roots, and you’re just selfish!" ♪

♪ "Everyone’s sold out, sis—but you didn’t notice!" ♪

♪ "I’ll live my way, pop open champagne!" ♪

♪ "I’ll splash in the [French] piscine, lounge in the jacuzzi!" ♪

♪ "With pretty girls—never wrinkling my nose!" ♪

♪ "What about the poor, kind folks?" ♪

♪ "That talk brings trouble—straight to court!" ♪

♪ "I’ll hum a tune, turn it to gold!" ♪

♪ "Poverty’s gone—veni, vidi, vici!" ♪

♪ "I’ll hum a tune, turn it to gold!" ♪

♪ "Poverty’s gone—veni, vidi—" ♪

♪ "Vici… vici!" ♪

"New Year’s reminds me of last year’s successes."

"I’m 40, married with two kids instead of one."

"Plus a chalet in Sahel and a villa in Mansouriya."

"My car, my phone—"

"I’ve got nothing left to achieve this year—I did it all last year!"

[In English] "Stop! Hold it, son."

"Thanks, Abu Hameed. Thanks."

"What? All this fuss for 100 pounds?"

"Fine, take it."

"May God forgive my mistakes."

"Hajj, the landlord—"

"Hajj?"

"Hajj the landlord wants to install an elevator,"

"I stood my ground and refused to pay."

"Even with his powerful relatives, he couldn’t force me."

"But I pushed so hard, my own wife reported me."

"To stop my ‘rebellion’—may God punish her!"

"And so, dear viewers, how will we enter the New Year?"

"With Uncle Metwally’s wife always reporting him,"

"leaving officials torn between rumors and truth."

"Good evening, Uncle Saeed."

[In English] "Happy New Year."

"Uncle Saeed, as we enter the third millennium, what’s your message?"

"What more can I say than what Farid El-Atrash said?"

"What’d he say?"

♪ "Life is sweet—if we understand it!" ♪

♪ "Life is sweet—if we understand it!" ♪

"God, yes!"

♪ "Life is sweet—if we understand it!" ♪ "Yes, Nadoura!"

♪ "Life is sweet—if we understand it!" ♪

♪ "Life is sweet—if we understand it!" ♪

"After witnessing moments of joy in Uncle Saad’s home,"

"we must dream in the third millennium—since dreams come true!"

"With you, Nader Seif El-Din, from Uncle Saeed’s resort."

"Yes, Mr. Shawky! Did you watch the whole show?"

"What’s your verdict?"

"This is the guy we want.

"I know he looks like a halangi (scammer) and a mess."

"But he’s the one who’ll handle our business."

[In English] "Okay, okay, Mr. Shawky, goodbye."

"Nader!"

"Quickly, please—I have a meeting with the channel head."

"You changed the report?"

"Of course."

"Sold your brain to Fakhry?"

"Sold my brain."

"We’re a family that sells organs to improve our lives—got anything left to sell?"

"What else are you selling him now?"

"My colon. Happy?"

"Peace be upon you."

"Welcome, Nader!"

"Congrats! Your good work’s changed your life."

"The ‘change’ is with the big boss?"

"Shawky El-Nashar, marketing director of Power Family."

"The biggest dairy products company."

"I know them, sir! The ones who shrink the package but keep the price!"

"Exactly! Have a seat."

"We make our ads with you, and we’re launching a sponsored show."

"We chose you as the host."

"You know—the show where we interview people and give prizes?"

"Exactly! We’ll give you prizes too—everything!"

"We picked you specifically for your persuasion skills."

"God bless your home."

"To convince people about this product—"

[Angrily] "By any means, under any circumstances."

"Who’s the engineer with us?"

"He’s with Mr. Shawky."

"And don’t ask about background details."

"Do exactly what we say."

"Just make sure there’s nothing illegal, boss."

"God—didn’t I say no questions?"

"You just host. Understood?"

"I’ll host, boss. I’ll host."

[Man explains filming instructions]

"Good."

"Ready?"

"Come on, Nader, put on the hazmat suit."

"Please, sir, it’s hot—others aren’t wearing it."

"What? It’s mandatory for filming. Put it on!"

[In English] "Fine."

"Alright, everyone, get ready!"

[Director] "Rolling!"

"You’re probably wondering why I’m dressed like this."

"It’s because we’re in the most sterilized place on earth!"

"Today, Power Family gives its fans 1,000 prizes!"

"The grand prize, dear viewers? A bridal suite!"

"And a honeymoon in Hurghada!"

"Let’s see who the lucky groom—and bride—are!"

"And now, the moment of truth—the moment of joy!"

"Who’s the winning groom? And of course, the bride wins too!"

"Let’s find out together!"

"We’ll climb the stairs to pick the winning bride and groom!"

[Nader] "Citizen Alaa Gadallah!"

"Where’s Alaa Gadallah’s house?"

"Sir, do you know where Alaa lives? Alaa! Alaa!"

"Auntie, Alaa’s mom! Auntie, Mervat’s mom!"

"Alaa! Alaa’s getting married, folks!"

"Alaa’s getting married—and Mervat too! Alaa!"

[Cheering] "I’m Alaa!"

"You? Congrats, man! You won a bridal suite—you’re getting married, you lucky dog!"

"Stop horsing around, or I’ll spray you, you mutts!"

"Ugh, this idiot. Call your mom, man!"

"Mooom!"

[Nader ululates]

"A thousand blessings, ma’am! Pray for Power Family!"

"May God bless Power Family and grant their wishes—and keep them for their mothers!"

"Amen!"

[Ululation]

♪ "Nari nari (I’m on fire), so beautiful!" ♪

"Yes!"

♪ "Nari nari, what’s wrong with my heart?" ♪

"Hurry, son—this guy’s marrying himself!"

"He’s gonna assault the crowd."

"We’re getting married, Alaa?"

"Yes!"

"God’s relief! God’s relief!"

"Dear viewers, we keep our promise—"

"Presenting the prize to the winning couple, plus two tickets to Hurghada!"

"The winning couple: Mervat Attaallah and Alaa Gadallah!"

"Alaa Ibrahim El-Sayed Gadallah."

[In English] "Stop."

"You kidding me? You want me to fetch your ID? Disgusting."

[Nader] "Celebrate, folks! Put on happy faces!"

"You’ve ruined this country."

"Again, son."

"Bear with them for me, kid."

"Fine, ma’am—just for you. Focus now!"

"Again, son."

"And now, the winning couple: Mervat and Alaa!"

"First, I thank God Almighty."

"Second, everyone who helped me get this bridal suite—"

"Starting with Mr. Nader."

[Alaa sobs]

"God forgive me, Alaa—it’s my duty!"

"God forgive me! Don’t embarrass me more!"

"Stop kissing my elbow! Or my shoulder! Or my ear!"

"Too much, Alaa! It’s my duty!"

"What does the bride say?"

"In the name of God, the Merciful."

"I thank the mailman who delivered our entry to the show—"

[In English] "Stop, kid."

"The mailman? Let the mailman marry you both!"

"Take the suite, man!"

"Take it where? Like a public toilet?"

"She said the mailman, dude!"

"Bear with them, kid. Just say your lines and end this."

"I’m done with you personally, ma’am."

"Again, son."

"Or just pray on camera."

"Sure, bro—he’ll pray for you."

"Pray for him, you mutts! We need to marry them off!"

"I want to be done with you!"

"You’ve been ‘engaged’ to him for 7 years!"

"I held him up?"

"Yes, sis!"

"He held me up! Shut your mom up, Alaa!"

"Again, from the top!"

"And now, dear viewers, with the winning couple: Mervat and Alaa!"

"Actually—"

"You’re vomiting? [In English] Stop."

"Enough! This is disgusting!"

"Disgusting? It’s hot! I brought you a bridal suite—not sandwiches!"

"Ululate a little! We’re doing you a favor!"

"What’s wrong? You wanna humiliate us?"

"You think I’m just a host? I’m a killer—I’ll wreck you!"

"I swear—"

"No!"

"Don’t swear falsely—"

"Don’t test me, girl."

"Mom, have mercy!"

"You airhead!"

"Calm down, Mom! We just wanna get married!"

"Relax, kid. They’ll carry that suite—or carry you."

"Fine, you’ll get it. You’re impossible."

"We’ll give you the suite."

"Come here now."

"And now, dear viewers, we’ve witnessed the ululations and joy—"

"That Power Family always delivers!"

[In English] "Stop, kid. Come here—I’ve had enough.*"

"Yes."

"You’re all airheads—you and your kids!"

"You dare disrespect me?"

"Yes, she’s rude!"

"You hit your mom? You airhead!"

"Power Family has crowned Mervat and Alaa’s love story with full-fat happiness!"

"I advise any groom-to-be—"

"To buy Power Family milk with all his might!"

"God! May He bless you, son—so sweet!"

"They’ve consummated already!"

"They did—plus a company-paid week in Hurghada!"

"Then… please, darling—"

"Don’t forget to mention Saadiya’s daughter."

"What about her?"

"What’s wrong? Seriously, Mom?"

"She’s very sick—a month in the hospital."

"She’ll die without treatment abroad."

"Your son forgot, Fawziya."

"As I said in the last episode—"

"I have critical info about a very serious matter."

"If true, it’ll cause an earthquake."

"Exposing corruption in—"

[Phone rings]

"A highly sensitive institution—"

"Hello?"

"In this country."

"Yes, how are you?"

"What? An accident?"

"Just hang up!"

"What’s wrong?"

"The newlyweds didn’t get to celebrate—"

"Their bus crashed."

"God help us!"

[Ambulance sirens]

"Alaa! Come on, Alaa!"

"La hawla wala quwwata illa billah (No power but God’s), Alaa!"

"La ilaha illa Allah (There’s no god but God)!"

"All this flour—wasted!"

"La ilaha illa Allah, Alaa!"

"Bro, don’t you see your dead friend named Alaa?"

"Oh disaster, Alaa!"

"I’m Alaa! I’m Alaa!"

"Praise God you’re safe, Alaa!"

"God bless you."

"That’s not the bridal suite you won—you’re still poor!"

"How’d you know?"

"I saw them."

"Two words for the show, Alaa—okay?"

"Have mercy—two words in this chaos?"

"Honestly, there’s a surprise—but not in front of corpses."

"A salon is coming to your house!"

"I’m ready with my two words."

"Everything’s set. [In English] Okay."

"Ready, kid? Bismillah (In God’s name)."

"By fate’s design, dear viewers—"

"The couple who won our luxurious suite crashed!"

"Their bus flipped!"

"Yet no one broke a bone—"

"Except them! There’s got to be a reason!"

"What’s the reason, groom?"

"The reason…"

"We’re fine, praise God—"

"What’s the word?"

"We don’t need anything."

"We don’t need anything—we drink Power Family!"

"That’s the groom’s take. Surely the bride disagrees!"

"I want to reassure you about our love—"

"Mervat and Alaa’s love got a second life—"

"Thanks to…"

"You choke now?!"

[In English] "Stop! Thanks to Power Family—quick!"

"Huh? Again, kid!"

"Thanks to what, ma’am?"

"Power Family!"

"Mr. Nader!"

"Anything to add, groom?"

"I advise all young men—"

"If you want to survive a crash—"

"Drink Power Family first!"

"And so, dear viewers—"

"May God spare us accidents—and spare us Power Family!"

"Bravo, bravo, Nader!"

"Genius idea—worth *3-4 million pounds*!"

"Thank you, sir! Soon, inshallah—"

"The whole country will drink Power Family!"

"To your health!"

"To Power Family’s health!"

"To the whole country’s health!"

"Mr. Fakhry—wait! Hold on!"

"Just one moment!"

"I’m like your little brother—please!"

"Need anything? I’m at your neck!"

"I’m serious!"

"Nader!"

"They’re always at your service!"

"Afaf! How are you? What’s up?"

"Why so pale? You not drinking Power Family?"

"Aren’t you ashamed?"

"Why would I be?"

"My nose has six nostrils? That’s normal!"

"Exploiting a tragedy for ads? You’re disgusting!"

"Listen—to get there, I gotta play the game."

"So your dreams ride on others’ pain?"

"Drop the drama! If I don’t do it—"

"A million others will! Not thousands—millions!"

"What if the bus’s brakes were tampered with?"

"This was sabotage—and you’re making ads?"

"Afaf, principles—I’d cut off my arm—"

"This isn’t your brain talking. I know you."

"You saw God finally blessing me—"

"Ties, suits, vanity—"

"Cash flowing—and you seethed."

"Why? Why can’t I succeed?"

"You rant while bitterness eats your heart."

"You’ve ruined this country."

"How’s it going, Hassan?"

"Good, Mr. Nader!"

[Nader hums]

"Peace be upon you."

"And upon you, peace."

"Saadiya, you reminded me—bring your daughter tomorrow."

"A foreign doctor on the show will fix her, God willing."

"My daughter? Sir…"

"She’s gone to her Creator."

"He’s kinder to her than anyone."

[Sad music]

[Saadiya] "My darling… my girl."

"My darling… my girl."

[Saadiya] "My heart…"

"Where’re you taking that tape, Nader?"

"Enough. Done."

"I can’t. No more suits or ties."

"I was raised on castor oil—what’s wrong with castor oil?"

"Mr. Fakhry!"

[Fakhry] "Wait."

"What’s wrong, Nader?"

"We’re fooling people, Afaf."

"Finally you see it."

"I’m sick of myself."

"Tell him that to his face."

"You egging me on?"

"You’re ready to blow—go!"

"Fakhry—enough."

"Fakhry?"

"Yes, Fakhry."

"I’m done with Power Family."

"God! That was for you—your choice."

"I hate that ‘choice’! And the tapes I recorded? I’ll destroy them."

"You crazy?"

"Yes, crazy."

"I’ve regained my sanity."

"People are watching—our show’s called The Truth!"

"And listen—I’ll report reality. Don’t like it? Fire me."

"Get out."

"Out!"

[Screaming] "OUT!"

"You’ve ruined this country!"

"Don’t you start!"

"Bravo, Nader!"

"Did he shower or something?"

"You’ve no idea how much I respect you now."

"And you—how annoyed I am with you."

"Why?"

"Why? You watched me rage—risk my career—"

"And egged me on! Calm down? Now?"

"Pray for the Prophet—think!"

"You lit the gas with ‘Tell him to his face!’ Till I got fired!"

"You look hot when you’re angry."

"What? Your eyes are sparkling—"

"Do you love me?"

"Shut up."

[Fakhry] "How did this happen?"

"He’s looking for me!"

[Fakhry] "Play the tape."

"I promised viewers I’d expose major corruption."

"But the truth? My intel was wrong."

"Thank God I stopped myself—"

"Before slandering innocent people."

"It’s not shameful to admit—"

"When you’ve wronged others."

"Disaster! The advertisers—"

"No ‘shocking’ show? They’ll pull funding—"

"And bankrupt the station!"

"Pray for the Prophet, Abu Nasma—"

"You still here? OUT!"

"Exposed! Humiliated! Ruined!"

[Nader] "Don’t you smell something?"

[Afaf] "This reeks of a conspiracy."

"My chance to return as a [English] great anchor, God willing."

"Same goal—team up. No backstabbing."

"Man’s word or nonsense?"

"Man’s word."

"Where you going?"

"Sleep."

"My ego’s too bruised to move."

"You?"

"Visiting my little sister."

[English] "Okay, bye."

"Bye."

"Need anything?"

"No, thanks."

"Cab fare?"

"Got it."

"Doomed."

[English] "Bye."

"God help us."

"This way, sir."

"Thanks, Hajj. God bless you."

"I’ll inform Mr. Fakhry."

"Whenever, Hajj."

"God! God! The audacity!"

"My eyes! The deceit!"

"Why aren’t you asleep?"

"Why aren’t you with your sister?"

"Whoever can do something—do it. This is the scoop."

"Why split the credit in half?"

"What about principles? You sold your brain!"

"That’s different, Nader."

"Hello!"

[Nader] "Mr. Fouad!"

"Hello."

"How are you?"

"God! Why separate appointments if you came together?"

"Honestly, sir, we agreed—but Satan intervened."

"Someone changed their mind."

"The worst are those who go back on their word."

"Even though you just did it today."

"Huh?"

"Look, buddy—"

"It’s honorable to admit my intel was wrong—"

"Before ruining innocent lives."

"Mr. Fouad Saleh—with his integrity—"

"Wouldn’t chase a corruption story unless 100% sure."

"What’re you implying?"

"You were about to expose a real scandal."

"Then something happened: Either you were threatened—"

"Or bribed—though I doubt the bribe."

"Interview’s over."

"I’m not with him!"

"Goodbye."

"How embarrassing!"

"Mr. Fouad, I’ll barely catch the metro—goodbye, sir!"

"No one’s ever kicked me out—how embarrassing!"

"Think what we’re doing is right?"

"It’s the only way to trap Fakhry."

"What if he fires me?"

"I’ll hire you at my place."

[Afaf] "Shut up."

[Nader] "Come on."

"Good evening, Hamada."

"Evening!"

"Mr. Fakhry says air this right after the news."

"Got it, Abu Nader."

"Bye, boss."

"Bye, love."

"Greetings, dear viewers."

"I’m Nader Seif El-Din."

"And Afaf El-Sherbiny."

"Honored to continue Mr. Fouad Saleh’s show Eyes of Truth."

"Our first confrontation? About Fouad himself."

[Nader] "Unraveling the mystery behind his sudden exit."

[Afaf] "The corruption he promised to expose."

[Nader] "We’ve obtained irrefutable evidence—"

"Proving he faced extreme pressure."

"To halt his campaign."

"But we’ll continue his mission!"

"And expose who pressured him."

"All this on Al-Haqiqa News."

"Tune in next month—first Saturday."

"Nader Seif El-Din, Al-Haqiqa."

"Afaf El-Sherbiny."

"Where are they? Ah."

"What have you done?"

"Who told you to air that? Idiots!"

"Sir, it was a surprise!"

"You mean disaster."

"You’ll ruin the channel’s credibility!"

"Shut it down!"

"Opposite—we hyped it up!"

"People will eagerly wait."

"And ads will pour in!"

"What content will you even show?"

"Really, Abu Nasma? I’d cause this mess—"

"Without a solid story?"

"You have something?"

"Ohhh, things."

"What? What?"

"Later—this needs time."

"No time—we’ll be exposed!"

"Relax—I’ve scheduled it for next month."

"25 days left!"

"Leave it to God."

"Anyway—the disaster happened. We’re stuck."

"Listen—if you deliver a real story—"

"I’ll kiss your hand on live TV!"

"But if it’s nonsense—"

"I’ll jail you, Nader."

"Jail your own friend, Abu Nasma?"

"I’ll jail Nasma herself!"

"Hello!"

"Here after the scandal you aired today?"

"You saw it?"

"Was I the only one?"

"All of Egypt saw it!"

"FYI—I can’t help if you’re fired."

"Sir, we’re here for your help investigating the same case."

"A case? Now it’s a case?"

"You’re Fouad Saleh’s closest friend."

"Was he bribed or threatened?"

"What nonsense is this?"

"I’ve known Fouad Saleh for 20 years."

"If everyone took bribes—he wouldn’t."

"If the world was threatened—he’d never yield."

"Then what was he about to expose—"

"That turned out fake?"

"Fouad’s secretive—he only reveals final findings."

"He never leaks early."

"What about Nahid? She vanished after working with him."

"Honestly, I never asked—didn’t want to embarrass him."

"But clearly… God forgive me… she was his mistress."

"Then Nahid’s our starting point."

"How do we find her?"

"I have her address, sir."

"Do whatever you want with Fouad—"

"But please—leave Nahid out of it."

"Reputations matter, folks."

"Nahid’s mom! Nahid’s mom!"

[Woman] "Yes?"

"We’re here for Nahid."

"Let them in."

[Woman] "Okay."

[Nahid’s mom] "Welcome! Welcome! Come in."

"God bless you. How are you?"

"Welcome! Welcome!"

"Hello!"

"Come—this way, this way."

"God help us."

"Hello! Hello!"

"God bless you."

"We’re doing a show about Mr. Fouad—"

"Profiling people he helped."

"Could you share how you met and how he helped?"

"Well… honestly—"

"I have a commerce diploma—decent writer—"

"But not great, you know?"

"Our neighbor here—a worker—"

"Works at Mr. Fouad’s newspaper."

"He introduced me to him—"

"And the man, God bless him, hired me as a secretary."

"Then what?"

"Then? My mom got sick."

"So I had to quit to take care of her—"

"My sisters are still kids."

"We wanted to film you with him."

[Gasps] "Oh no—absolutely not!"

"Why, Nahid? What’s wrong?"

"Well… honestly—I quit suddenly—"

"Just left without notice."

"It’d be awkward to face him again!"

"Oh, totally understand. Peace be upon you, Nahid."

"Thought Nahid might lead us somewhere—but dead end."

"Opposite—she’s hiding something."

"Rule of thumb: If someone starts with ‘honestly’—they’re lying."

"Since when are you the expert?"

"Experience and instinct."

"And you? Zero on both counts."

"Respect yourself."

"You disrespect a man your father’s age!"

[Phone rings]

"Hello?"

"Nader Seif El-Din—"

"I have critical info for you."

"Meet me at Mokhtar Alley—6 PM, by the old gate."

"Who are you? What’s this about?"

[Firmly] "6."

[English] "Okay, 6."

"What call was that?"

"Mom wants pasta sauce."

"You said *6*."

"Yes, 6 cans of sauce."

"We love sauce—two cans each."

"Care to explain?"

"Two cans?"

[Kissing sounds]

"Well—what brings you here?"

"Missed you—thought I’d visit."

"Don’t miss me."

"Where you going?"

"Very important errand."

"Getting sauce, right?"

"What do you want?"

"I’m coming."

"It’s dangerous—they might rape you!"

"I’m not responsible!"

"If I don’t come, I’ll expose you for harassing me."

"God—!"

"Shh!"

"God—so blunt?"

"Wait for me."

"Drive, middle lane!"

"Got money?"

"Yes."

"What kind of place is this?"

"Told you—I don’t know where we’re going!"

"What now?"

"We wait for someone."

"No one’s coming!"

[Footsteps approach]

"Here we go."

"That’s them—get ready."

"Follow me."

"Come on."

"Why are we here?"

"I’ll explain—patience."

"Someone claimed to have intel on Fouad Saleh—hush."

[Man] "Welcome!"

[Nader] "Hello."

[Man] "Greetings!"

[Nader] "God bless you."

"Come in, come in!"

"Hello!"

"Hello."

"Welcome!"

"Let me introduce myself—Boss Halawah."

"Profession: Thief."

"Honored. What do you want from me?"

"Nothing—I have something for you."

"About what you said on TV—"

"That prince of a journalist—Fouad Saleh."

"God bless him."

"Kiss your hand—listen."

"Look, sir."

"I was on a job outside Egypt."

"That bus crash you filmed—"

"Cops did their job—"

"Paramedics did theirs—"

"And thieves like me? Ours."

"Get to the point."

"Found a bag—with a tape inside."

"What’s on it?"

"Not for the lady’s ears."

"Why?"

"Some things… inappropriate."

"Clearly lewd—leave, Afaf."

"I’m not leaving."

"Play it, Halawah—she’s unshockable."

"Your call."

[Laughter]

"Come here."

"Holy shit—Fouad Saleh!"

"Lucky bastard."

"What do you want? Leave me alone!"

"We want the truth."

"What truth?"

"Nahid—your story about—"

"Quitting for your mom? All lies."

"Why would I lie?"

"What’s this?"

"What?"

"A tape of you and Fouad Saleh in the bridal suite!"

[Gasps] "What? Oh my God!"

"Something wrong?"

"No, ma’am—just work talk."

"Stop hiding, Nahid—we just want the truth."

"I had to support my mom and sisters."

"Explain exactly."

"I was tasked to seduce Fouad—"

"Until he slept with me."

"What kind of relationship?"

"What you saw on that tape."

"But I swear—he refused to touch me unless we married!"

But I didn’t know they’d film us.

Who are they? And who dragged you into "Fouad’s" mess?

Kisses your hands—my mom’s standing here for my sake!

Don’t embarrass me…

Just spit it out—what exactly happened?

I… I worked at this house for a while.

What kind of house?

A shady one.

How shady?

I said it’s shady!

Lots of shady stuff—drugs, prostitution…

Prostitution?! Girl, please!

"Borrowing," ma’am! Your daughter’s in the borrowing business.

Stop stalling, "Nahed." Keep talking.

I met this weird guy there— goes by "Mr. Afifi."

Weird how?

He was a regular—came every night without fail.

But he looked like a total clown.

What’s up with this "Afifi"?

He’s the one who told me to get close to "Mr. Fouad."

He paid me…

Then outta nowhere, he told me to ditch him.

I swear, I had no idea it’d blow up like this.

Where’d you find this tape?

Trade secret, boss.

Seriously—how’d you get it?

Some thief stole a bag—found it inside.

Was there anything else in the bag?

Nothing to ID the owner.

No way!

Why would "Fouad Saleh" get mixed up in this?

More importantly—who set him up? And who planted "Nahed" on him?

Strangely, sir, Nahed claims this "Afifi" is a total buffoon.

What’s the link between "Fouad" and a guy like that?

And you just believed this "Nahed" woman?

Why would she lie?

How’ll you even find this "Afifi"?

You’ll go to that shady house, right?

[Gasp] No way!

Me, in those places? My dad would kill me!

I’ve got a family! They’d bury me alive!

A brothel?!

Then how’ll you reach him?

Listen, boss—this needs strategy.

A week, 10 days—we’ll brainstorm a solution.

Me, in those dens? Impossible!

Absolutely not.

[Doorbell rings]

Good evening.

Evening.

Welcome, come in.

Thanks.

Ah, welcome!

Hello, sir.

I’m actually a friend of "Mr. Afifi."

"Mr. Afifi"? Honey, he’s not a client—he owns the place.

Anyone he sends, I’d honor like my own eyes!

God bless you, ma’am. Truth is… I don’t really know "Afifi."

His friends said… I swear, I’ve never met him.

What’s wrong?

Isn’t he coming today?

Oh sweetie, he comes every day.

What’s your type?

Plain, ma’am. Just plain.

How ‘bout trying our special blend?

I wanna leave.

Hold on—what’s wrong?

I’ve got a fresh one—brand new!

Still in her plastic wrap!

I’d rather wait for "Mr. Afifi," ma’am.

What’s this "Afifi" obsession?

I’m getting worried.

No need, sweetie!

I just… like ‘em a little exotic.

[Gasp] We’ve got exotic inside—come on!

What’re you scared of?

I just wanna say—

Ugh—in or out?

I’m in! I’m in!

You still hesitating? Move it!

♪ I’ll fly, flutter freely ♪

♪ Escape this world’s weight ♪

♪ Enough of my life, enough ♪

♪ Enough already ♪

What’s wrong, ma’am?

You seemed tense—thought I’d lighten you up.

I am a bit nervous.

Relax! You’re safe with me!

You’ll have fun—come on!

No stress—just pure enjoyment!

Welcome! First time in a place like this?

Yeah, first time.

Oh, history repeats itself!

You remind me of my first day here.

August ’84—scorching heat.

Never left since.

Why, ma’am?

Fell in love with the job.

Welcome! You look so tense, poor thing.

I’ve got an idea.

What, ma’am?

How ‘bout a kiss to seal the deal—

Leave here like Antar himself, no one the wiser?

The kiss idea? Genius!

And I’ll… uh, here’s your tip.

No, money’s not why I’m here— it’s a hobby!

Take it!

Here—bus fare, at least!

Welcome! Now pucker up!

Shouldn’t we… get to know each other?

Mm.

What’s your name, gorgeous?

Real name or work name?

Real one.

"Afet El-Sharbiny."

What?! You’re—

Your name’s "Afet El-Sharbiny"?

You snake!

You’re working against me? Fine.

All this flirting—I thought you were "Afifi"! You know anything about him?

Sweetie, you’ve been here all morning— what’d you learn?

Just waiting to see how this plays out.

What’s wrong?

Gimme a kiss.

What’s this, "Afet"?

We’re being watched. Do something!

Damn—we’ve hit rock bottom, ma’am.

What’s that noise?

[Woman] Welcome, "Afifi" bey!

Whose voice is that?

[Afifi] How’s it goin’, girls?

That’s definitely "Afifi"—excuse me.

[Woman] You good?

Where’s he resting?

Before he picks another girl.

Listen, "Afet"—if I’m gone more than 30 minutes, save me.

Don’t ditch me—you heard "Afifi" outside!

When he sees me, he’ll destroy me— kiss your hand, huh?

What’re you scared of, honey? You’ve been here since ’84!

C’mon, "Afet"—let’s go.

We’ll leave casually, okay? [Laughs]

[In French] Merci—such a delightful time.

There’s "Mr. Afifi"—the man you asked about.

Very grateful—the lady did her job well.

Seriously, "Afet"?

I take responsibility, ma’am.

You’ll thrive here.

I’m honored.

Perfect—this girl’s gold.

Man!

Do whatever you want.

Just say it, though.

Bye, sweetheart.

Mobiles, huh? Bye.

Come here, girl.

What’s this girl nonsense? Check your wallet, you donkey!

My name’s "Afet".

Why’re you off?

Took way too many pills.

What’s it doing to you?

Watch—first,

tingling everywhere, then racing heartbeat,

then… whatever it wants.

Let’s go, honey.

Excuse us, darling—move!

♪ Begging for me ♪

♪ Crying over me ♪

Here—feels like a lovely day.

Very.

Don’t overdo it.

Want a sip?

What’s this? Booze?

Yeah.

Never.

Why?

I miraculously quit drugs.

Leave the bag—don’t you trust me?

Sorry—I’ve been screwed over here too much.

Shut it—I’ve got standards! I won’t steal and ruin my rep.

Honest?

Yeah.

Wait—what’s this? What is this?

FYI, I’m not used to this— take it slow.

Why?

I’m a respectable girl!

Sure—finish up.

FYI, I’m a college student— just failed Chem.

Chem?

Yeah—Chemistry’s sneaky!

Fail that, you end up in Biology…

Like me.

Enough, princess.

Can I ask one thing?

Go ahead.

Won’t upset you?

Never.

Won’t annoy you?

Ask.

Sugar, I’ve got a friend—"Nahed".

Sends her love.

"Nahed"! God bless her.

Here’s the question.

Yeah?

Won’t upset you?

Never.

Won’t annoy you?

Ask.

Sweetie, "Nahed" said you hooked her up with some guy.

She did a job for him—paid well.

What’s the ask?

Recommend me—I’ve got bills!

Not a job—a one-time favor.

Then explain.

Now?

You booked one session or two?

Our boss’s brother has… emotional issues.

Needs a girl to enter his life…

Without him knowing she’s hired, you see?

So I suggested "Nahed".

Pick me—I’ll cheer him up, even if he’s heartbroken!

Why not cheer me up first?

Damn—now I’m a matchmaker? What’s next?

God keep you, "Bibo".

What’s this? Wait—what?

What? What’s wrong?

See? Your damn rush!

What happened?

I’m crashing…

Crashing from what?

Took antibiotics on an empty stomach!

Wait—you’ll get allergic!

What?

Hold on!

You’re kissing my hand? Am I your mom? Crazy or what?

Listen—I’m dying for something.

Can you get it?

What?

A hamburger and stretch pants.

I’ll get the burger.

Really? Wait—no, no!

Damn it—what a disaster!

Wait—her wig fell off!

Holy hell…

Quick—cops on the stairs!

Run, girls! Oh God…

What’s that light? And that noise outside?

Kabsa!

Rice and meat? I’m obsessed!

Not food—Vice Police!

Vice Police?! Holy mother of— What a disaster!

Where you going?

To hide!

Hide? You should be used to this by now!

See you on the other side.

Vice Police?! You’ll let them arrest me?!

Come here—God, cover us!

Move, girl—now!

How dare you raid people in brothels?!

Move!

This country’s got laws!

Go!

I’ll ruin you—

What? I was sleeping alone!

In a student dorm?

Easy, brother—what’s your problem?

No—that’s far enough.

Swear to God, don’t drag me out— I’m a respectable man!

Acting tough now? Move!

I’ll explain later.

Oh—God help me…

Mr. Fakhry! Tell them I’m on official business— kiss your hand!

Get him—film this, son!

Film who, "Fakhry"?

Proof you set up this sting!

Yes, your honor!

Take him.

Do your job.

Tell me, sis—how’s that red dress working out?

Dress, "Afet"? I told you to hurry!

Waiting for what? A husband?

I called the cops!

Get involved.

What do you want, "Afet"?

Need a chat.

A chat? After you exposed me on TV?

Forget it, "Afet".

And now, dear viewers—

This concludes our exposé on the threats against

the honorable journalist "Fouad Saleh".

Reporting was "Nader Seif El-Din",

outside a notorious brothel.

[In English] Bye, kitty.

I’ll send a lawyer.

Don’t worry, "Nader"—we’ll bail you out.

Hey, officer—got a Cleopatra cigarette?

Shush!

Thanks, bro.

What’s this, sweetie? A new client’s address?

Watch it—or I’ll report you.

Or maybe you want a "Nora Genezier" scandal?

Damn—"Afifi," Power Family?!

Where’d you say he works, honey?

Agricultural Reform—got it? Understood?

And we don’t get a reform share?

Oh, you’ll get a big share.

Hush, girl—keep it quiet.

Why you squirming?

She’s been yapping since we got in the van.

Goodnight.

You too, bro.

"Shawky" bey—those reporters asked about "Afifi".

I handled them—don’t worry.

And you keep calling yourself the star here?

Almost got you fired.

Enough.

[Whistles] Captain?

Yeah?

Good evening.

Evening.

Know this man?

Yeah—works with "Shawky" in Marketing.

Hmm?

Sorry, sorry.

Bastard.

You know what bugs me?

Why would "Shawky" frame "Fouad" like this?

Driving me crazy.

Captain? What’s—take it easy!

Can I ask a favor?

Command me.

Go ahead to the bathroom.

Huh?

Need you in there.

When, sir?

Now. Immediately.

God—he’s serious!

To the bathroom!

You joining me?

Might have intel.

No, kitty—men’s talk.

What? I’m unemployed!

You in or not? Lock the door.

Quick.

"Afet".

What?

Honestly? No better place than this…

…to confess my feelings.

And no better place to remember you, my long-suffering love.

Act normal—

—so no one suspects us.

How? What do I do?

Just do this—watch.

No—I’ll listen, not look.

FYI—I’m not alone.

Listen—I work in Research & Development.

A critical study with the Americans.

On a new hormone—HF.

What’s HF?

Boosts cow’s milk production—

But our department head discovered—

—dangerous side effects. Classified.

How?

Kept it secret—

Until management threatened him— then he tried leaking it to "Fouad Saleh".

The doctor’s name?

"Mohamed Mahmoud".

How do I meet him?

Dead. Suddenly.

Damn—how?

Such a loss, Doctor…

Hurry—water’s running out!

Died in the same bus crash—

—as the contest winner groom.

The one you filmed.

Yeah—brakes were tampered with.

You’re saying management staged this?

Damn—they’d crash a whole bus for one man?

At the funeral, I noticed—

—his wife seemed shaky, like…

…terrified of someone or something.

Let’s go see the widow.

Told you I’m not alone.

Stay hidden, "Hassan"—don’t peek.

Milk pudding?

Power Family—best milk on the market!

No thanks—not hungry.

So—confirmed this company’s dirty?

Boss—when 250ml costs 2 EGP…

…then magically becomes 1L for same price?

That carton’s cursed.

Just hung up.

Show me.

God! Who’ve you been calling all morning?

The doctor’s widow—she knows something.

Doorbell.

Gimme.

Good evening—are you Dr. Mohamed Mahmoud’s widow?

[Widow] Yes.

Welcome.

I’m "Nader Seif El-Din"—the reporter. Wanted to visit.

[Widow] "Nader"? What’s this about?

Two of us.

Yeah—me and my co-host.

[Widow] Regarding?

We heard your husband…

…tried leaking critical info to "Fouad Saleh".

About HF.

[Widow] Please—no more trouble.

Ma’am—

[Widow] Leave me alone!

Just tell us—what’s HF?

What’d she say?

You scared her—she shut down.

Unbelievable! Two cents— and she closed the Suez Canal on us!

Of course she refused— you said her husband was murdered!

She’s terrified.

What now?

One week left—we’ve got nothing.

Let’s go to "Fouad Saleh"— he’ll talk straight.

"Fouad"’s being blackmailed— he won’t talk.

What was that?!

See, boss?

Now you’ll say the company did this too?

I walk these streets daily— why get hit today?

They’re scaring us.

Enough—I’m coming with you to "Fouad".

Let’s solve this—get in.

What do you want?

HF.

Meaning?

Dr. Mahmoud told you—

—dangers in Power Family’s research. We need to know.

If you want a scoop from this stunt—

—know I’m the best journalist for it.

If I wanted to expose it, I would’ve.

You tried—but they threatened you.

I don’t get threatened.

"Riyad" bey—say something!

You were threatened—that tape…

The tape with "Nahed".

Listen—I did nothing wrong.

We married properly— I divorced her when she asked.

Family issues kept it private—

Why fear exposure?

They filmed me in my bedroom!

Relax, "Fouad"—

I’m the only one in Egypt who’s seen it.

They don’t have copies?

Even if they do—

—it’s only leverage if you’re silent.

But if we expose them— they can’t use it against you.

She’s right, "Fouad".

If you’re not the whistleblower—

—they’ll lose the tape’s power.

But they’ll know it came from me.

Don’t blame me—you’re already exposed…

…fate’s sealed.

We can’t air nothing—one week left!

Sorry—interview’s over.

Next time, meet on a boat— this embarrassment in your house?!

What now? We air blank screens?

Our work?

Only option—talk to the widow.

She won’t see you.

"Riyad"—no time. I have a plan—I’ll meet her.

We’ll meet her.

Inshallah.

[Phone rings]

Hello?

Greetings, sir.

At your service.

Yes… Yes, sir.

[In English] *4th floor, Apartment 18*.

[In English] Understood. Goodbye.

Keep working now.

Think they’ll buy your secretary’s voice?

Already did.

I oppose this bloodshed— wasn’t the bus crash enough?

My decision stands.

My orders will be executed.

Boss—they’re just kids!

I’ve studied them—

They could ruin us all.

Don’t worry—

No one knows you fund the company.

If the company falls—

—they’ll easily trace the real funder.

That’s why those kids need handling…

…before they act.

Good evening.

*4th floor, Apartment 18*.

Elevator’s there.

Last knock.

[Doorbell rings]

Come in.

I told you this was…

Sweet morning!

We almost died.

Thank God.

Now I’m not scared.

Not scared of gunfire?

If they’re shooting—we’re on the right track.

That call was a trap.

The widow doesn’t live here— but I’ll find her.

How?

[Nader] My way.

[Afet] What disgusting plan is this?

[Nader] Trash beats bullets— thank God.

[On phone] Butter.

Butter. [Whistle]

[On phone] White honey.

Black honey. [Whistle]

This van’s familiar—God help us.

[On phone] God help us.

I swear—park this donkey in the [English] lot!

Thanks. [Spits] Thanks.

♪ On the farm, Lord, let me meet my love ♪

♪ On the farm… ♪

Thanks, thanks.

♪ Let me meet my love ♪

Move—you two! A funeral’s no place for this.

Swear to God—we’re just working! Every year we—

Work what, kid?

Banjo.

What?

Cheese and butter.

Right, sis?

Right, kid.

And honey—this bucket’s full of it!

This one’s empty.

Broke the bucket, idiot?

What’s your problem?!

Why’re you really here?

Working, bro—just working.

My brother’s slow—needs medicine…

Blessed idiot—blessed idiot!

Kiss! Mwah-mwah—kiss!

Careful—butter’ll melt on the honey!

Ants’ll crawl all over your face!

Enough—go upstairs!

Not going!

He said go!

Not going!

[Doorman] Behind me.

Idiot!

Gimme my mom’s bucket!

These people, ma’am—

Hold it!

What’s cooking, girl?

Oh God—oh God!

Mom died again?! Again?!

What?

She dies twice? Why’s she sitting?

♪ Congrats—congrats ♪

♪ To you and us ♪

My brother’s… simple.

We’re here about the late doctor— close the door.

♪ Daddy dear ♪

[Widow] Leave me alone!

No tears—none! Understood?

[Whistle]

You—get him fast.

Where’d he go? Kicked him in the hip!

Yelled—“My hip!”

Called him rude—he said “You too!”

Then he—

[Screams] What?!

What?

Move!

What? I’m mourning!

[Whispers] Widow wants us.

Fine—we’ll come back, huh?

Called him rude—he said “You too!”

"Nader Seif El-Din".

"Afet El-Sharbiny".

What do you want?

First—apologies for our… entrance.

We understand the surveillance you’re under.

But we need information.

What information?

What your husband told "Fouad Saleh" before he died.

You mean before he was killed.

Sorry.

"Mohamed"…

"Mohamed" led American-backed research to boost production.

You mean HF?

Exactly.

A hormone injected into cows to increase milk.

What happened?

He discovered all test animals developed cancerous tumors.

Holy hell.

Yet the company launched it—

—to maximize profits.

Proof?

Yes.

Recorded everything on a disk.

Give it to me.

Wish I could…

It was in his bag en route to "Fouad Saleh"…

The thief who stole it only found the tape.

That tape’s what halted the campaign.

You’ve no idea how hard "Mohamed" worked to get it—

—so "Fouad" could continue without blackmail.

The disk, ma’am—where is it?

Hidden pocket inside the bag.

[Whispering] "Halawa".

Here—the disk.

God bless you.

Give the disk.

Thanks, "Halawa".

Bye, uncle.

Stay safe.

God guide you.

Can’t believe this.

Why? We got the disk!

We’re really exposing this?!

9 PM news—prime time!

♪ We’ve got cash—big cash ♪

♪ We’ve got the disk ♪

♪ Taratata ♪

You never said what disaster you smelled yesterday.

Know who’s behind this whole company?

Who?

"Riyad".

Think.

He’s the only one who knew we’d visit the widow.

Yeah.

Then boom—fake call, hit squad.

To silence us.

His role in the company?

You’d faint.

Inherited from his mom— paid to protect them.

Who cares—what do we have?

♪ We’ve got the disk ♪

[Gasps]

Where’s the damn disk?!

Where is it?!

Oh—the disk.

Right here—why’d I forget to say?!

Here—right here!

No—your mother’s mercy!

[Nader] Your mother’s mercy!

"Nader"!

Your mother’s mercy!

[Laughs] Told you—your mother’s—

Your father’s mercy!

"Nader"!

"Nader"!

Hit me and end this!

"Nader"!

Yeah, yeah!

"Nader"—"Nader"—"Nader"!

God—run, girl!

Run! Run!

Run!

Where are you?! A gang chased us!

Don’t hit me!

Told you—don’t!

Where’s the disk?!

Give uncle the disk!

Here—this junk!

No, no!

Ah—ah!

Next exit, driver!

Oh—my back!

Goodnight, "Nader".

Invite me for dinner sometime.

Instead of ditching me for your dad.

Am I… stuck?

Honestly? Yeah.

Goodnight, loser.

[In English] Bye.

Take care.

[In English] Okay.

Oh, my little troublemaker…

[Phone rings]

Hello?

The doctor from the factory.

Bathroom guy—how are you?

Critical intel—

The factory’s secret computer has damning files.

Can you get them?

Can’t leave the factory.

Can you come?

One hour only—

After that, no entry.

Be there in under an hour. Bye.

Truly, "Nader"—

Mr. Nader, please.

Truly, Mr. Nader— if we film this mission…

—it’ll be historic.

Move—no time!

Think "Riyad" will let you go?

Miss this too? [Laughs]

Enough.

"Riyad" bey—"Nader"’s calling.

Yes, "Nader"?

Good evening, "Riyad" bey—how are you?

"Shawky El-Nashar" wants to meet— desert road.

Where exactly?

Kilometer 45— under the "Power Family" billboard.

30 minutes.

[In English] Got it. Thanks. Bye.

He’s onto me—personally.

Idiot doesn’t know "Shawky"’s been abroad for 45 days.

[Nader] Ready?

[Afet] Yeah.

Latest camera—films in total darkness.

Wireless transmission.

Built-in mic—we’ll hear everything.

Hide it.

Let "Nader" test it first.

His birthday! Kidding!

Put it in the bag.

Everyone films a bit.

No scandals.

All of Egypt’s watching.

God willing—ready, son?

Done.

In the name of God…

Dear viewers, we promised to continue exposing corruption—

—abruptly dropped by journalist "Fouad Saleh".

Stay tuned—you’ll see everything live.

Pray for us.

Victory’s ours, son—God willing.

[Music]

"Afet", start filming.

Go.

Dear viewers, on this cloudy day—

—of chaos and sewers as you’ve seen—

—we enter Power Family’s lair.

[In English] Stop.

There.

Finally, viewers—

—we’ll get proof condemning Power Family.

One step from the truth.

[Screams]

Transmitting.

[Riyad] Welcome—you’ve honored our factory.

Come in—don’t be scared.

"Riyad" bey—you’re behind all this corruption?

And you, "Nader"—this level of stupidity?

Don’t swear.

Hold him, "Nader".

A tough match—but who’ll win?

Such a shame.

You could’ve been great reporters.

But too late—know why?

You’re dying today.

Hold your bag—am I your maid?

Hold it properly.

One question, "Riyad" bey?

Make it your last.

You inject cows with hormones to boost milk—right?

Correct.

Then discovered—

—test cows developed cancerous tumors—right?

Only 5%.

Can’t cancel a million-dollar project that’ll earn millions—

—over a 5% chance consumers get—

—that muddy hiccup called cancer.

And now, viewers—

—a full confession from "Riyad Ghanem"—

Power Family’s silent partner.

What? What’s happening?

Exposed, boss—60 million just saw you.

Run, "Afet"!

Get them!

Don’t let them escape!

I want them alive, sons of—

Get them!

Ah—wait for me, "Nader"!

Take the camera.

Dear viewers—

—until transmission resumes from Power Family—

—enjoy this patriotic interlude.

[Fakhry] Hurry—broadcast’s returning.

Never imagined—

—I’d be exposed by cockroaches like these.

But no choice now.

These brats stay hostages till I flee the country—

—or execute them on air.

I’ll put them in the milk production line.

Stage 1: Milking.

Stage 2: Pasteurization.

Final Stage: Boiling.

I’ll check every 15 minutes. Cut.

No officials are calling?

Wait till this heats up.

Milk them.

How am I supposed to—

People—have mercy!

They’ll milk them—milk them!

Wait—pasteurize them first.

Let’s go.

30 minutes—no call about my escape.

No one cares about you people.

Forced to Stage 2—

Pasteurization. Pasteurize them.

God—milk you with a mad buffalo!

Mom—they’ll pasteurize me!

Electrified doors—bullets flying!

Take your time—enjoy the show.

Bullets? Electricity?

Send troops to save those kids!

If they raid now, this ends too fast.

I want maximum screen time.

What if they boil them?

Let them boil.

[Man] Broadcast’s back.

Ah! [Screams]

God—curse you, "Riyad"!

Damn you—damn you!

Why so fast?!

May you enter hell this fast!

Ah! [Screams]

[Screaming] My son!

My son!

[Screaming] My son!

Worst day to be a reporter!

Calm down—your son’s a hero.

No hero—just dead!

I want my son!

Broadcast’s back.

[Screams]

[Nader] Open up!

Ah! [Screams]

[Nader] Darkness—ah!

[Nader screaming] Dad!

["Afet" screaming] Ah!

[Screaming] No!

[Screaming] Ah!

Where are you taking us?!

My son’s gone!

Calm down!

Don’t worry—we’ve got this.

Broadcast’s back, "Fawziya".

Now entering the final stage—

Boiling.

This boiler behind me? 3,000 degrees Celsius.

I’ll sacrifice one of you—keep the other.

At least someone to negotiate with.

Who wants to boil first?

Don’t hide—you, boss.

[Gasps] No, no, boss!

Keep the girl for leverage— something strong to lean on.

Wrong—kill the girl first, sir—

—people’ll call you heartless.

They’ll fear you—do anything you want.

But I’m doomed either way.

She’s right.

Who’s she?

In 50 seconds—

—prepare "Nader"’s coffin in Omar Makram.

Make it El-Hamidiyya El-Shazliya—closer to home.

Hang him.

Hang who?

To God we belong, and to Him we return.

Hang her—he said hang her!

[Screaming] Someone save us!

What’re you doing?

God won’t spare you, you monsters!

You—you’ll pay, "Riyad"!

God suffices me against you!

[Afet] "Nader"!

[Nader screaming] Mom!

My ruin!

God suffices me against you!

God—"Fakhry", do something!

Damn you, "Riyad"!

Burn in hell—burn in hell!

[Nader screaming] My ruin!

God—help me!

Enough—damn you all!

Oh God—my ruin!

Mom—someone save me!

My ruin!

[Fawziya] "Nader"!

[Adawy] Come here!

Wait for me, "Nader"!

Coming, "Nader"!

There!

Get me down, Mom!

Mom—save me!

[Screaming] "Nader"!

Dad, get me down!

Press the button!

Why’re you hanging like this?

Playing around!

Get me down!

Don’t worry!

Jump, "Nader"—I’ll catch you!

Jump? Am I on the roof, Mom?!

Hurry—get me down!

Where’re you going?

Don’t leave me!

Leave you? You’ll kill my son!

Not this button—not this one!

"Fawziya", you’ll skin him!

Let me handle it!

Handle what?

You’re useless!

Are you joking?!

God gave me two shorties—

—now one? My ruin!

Dad!

"Nader"! Welcome back!

How are you, Mom?

My son!

Thank God you’re safe.

Dad, distract Mom—I’ll save "Afet".

Got it?

Yes, son.

Who’s this?

No idea!

Where’d you come from?

Let me go, "Nader"!

Kill him.

Done.

Come on—I’ll show you.

Victory’s yours, son.

[Afet screaming] "Nader", save me!

A man, "Nader".

Don’t worry, "Riyad" bey.

I won’t hang or burn you.

I’ll let the people and government punish you.

"Afet".

Hmm?

After this—if you plan to marry—

—skip the kids.

Bravo!

Thanks, everyone.

Mr. Fakhry—kiss?

What?

I appreciate your effort—but not that much.

Old agreement—or should I say—

Next station?

Go.

No—if it’s kisses, I’ll kiss!

No deal—he’s the one kissing.

Can’t, "Nadoura".

"Nadoura"? Go.

Let bygones be bygones.

Remember—we’re live on air.

No reckless moves—deal?

Deal.

Don’t forget our deal, Mr. Sayed.

Yes, sir.

Another chair?

Hostess sits on the left.

Her couch?

You’ll sit with me on the couch.

We’ll sit, God willing.

What’d he want?

A kiss.

Now it’s your turn.

As promised, here’s Episode 1 of "Eyes of Truth"—

—first Saturday of the month.

But today’s topic? Already aired—

—you saw it live yesterday.

A first in Arab media history.

Proving we’re giants—

—our leadership isn’t random—

Leadership means exposing truth first.

Ladies and gentlemen, this statement just in:

After government confirmation—

—that serious, progressive media...

If it plays a role in revealing the truth,

the government has decided to give a real opportunity

to media outlets, intellectuals, and creators

to perform their oversight and reformative role

in all national matters.

End of statement.

Truth is, this wasn't a government statement.

It's a statement from my own imagination.

I'm dreaming of how I wish to see my country.

Do you think the government will give us such a statement?

Absolutely, very soon.

And God willing, I'll be the one to announce it too.

"Nader Seif Eldin".

And "Afet El Sherbiny".

Praise and thanks to You, God.

You let me see my son all over the screen.

"Afet".

Yeah?

Are you making one chicken or two for dinner?

Two.

Looks like you'll eat them alone.

In the name of the Quick One, go on.

There you go.

"Nader".

Dad.

[screaming] Dad! Dad! Dad!

No response to his calls.

And so, dear viewers,

after rejoicing in his only son's

brilliance and success, he passed away.

Reporting these events was

anchor "Taha Nader Seif Eldin"

from "Al-Haqiqa" News Channel. Thank you.

Goodbye.

♪ I'll be a famous, brave anchor ♪

♪ And I'll solve every single topic ♪