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UNITED BROS STUDIOS

UNITED BROS STUDIOS PRESENT:

DIRECTED BY:
SHERIF ARAFA.

THIS FILM IS INSPIRED FROM HISTORY
AND LEGEND BUT NOT KEEPING WITH THEM.

SPIRIT OF THE ADVENTURER LOVER...
IT IS A FREE SPIRIT

THAT CAN ALONE GO THROUGH
THE TIME GATES BECAUSE IT HAS THE SECRET.

I'm Egypt's guard...

[dramatic music]

"A European country, 1975."

[dramatic music]

Take care of him, David.

Do as I say. He must study
Egyptology like his dad wanted.

[speaking in French] Don't worry.
I will treat him as a son of mine.

[speaking in Arabic] Don't worry.

I have to let you go.

I fear your dad's enemies might hurt you.

I will miss you.

I'll check on you. Don't worry.

[suspenseful music]

[Hassan's father] Run, Hassan!

[gunshots]

Hassan!

[explosion]

"Family Mansion, Luxor, 1975."

[Door bell rings]

[Door opens]

Who are you?

-I'm H...
-[Qadem] Carry his luggage, man.

This is Mr. Hassan, the son of the pasha.

Come in.

Come in, Mr. Hassan. Come in.

Welcome, Mr. Hassan?

Welcome.

I'm Qadem.

Remember me?

Qadem! I'm here since the house was built.

-You used to pee on me...
-Stop it.

Your uncle is so ill.

The doctor is upstairs.

He may die tonight.

He's waiting for you.

Please go up.

[ominous music]

Very low blood pressure.

Uncle! Uncle!

It's me, Hassan.

[heavy breathing]

May his soul rest in peace.

THE TREASURE
REALITY & FANTASY

[song playing]

[song continues]

[knocks on door]

[door squeaks]

It's me, Hassan.

[dramatic emotive music]

[coughs]

Don't bother yourself.
I know you've lost your voice.

I remember you.

You were so kind to me
after my parents died.

I remember your voice.

It was so sweet while talking and singing.

I'll sell the house
and take you abroad with me.

You can receive treatment
and I can hear your voice again.

Mr. Abdel-Aziz,
what would you like to drink?

Thank you, Qadem. No need for it.

No, you must drink.
You're forced to drink.

Why, Qadem?

Beshr Pasha said
visitors must drink something.

They are forced to.

Ok, get me coffee.

Sugarless. We've run out of sugar.

Really!

-Sorry for your loss.
-Thank you.

I'm Abdel-Aziz El-Nashar Sodfa,
your dad's post-revolution lawyer

and his office manager
when we were in service.

Great you're here. I need your help.

I've been here upon the commands
of Late Beshr Pasha.

How so?

Beshr Pasha told me that if her died,

and his brother Mostafa died,

I should look for you

and reach you wherever you are
to help you.

I'm not here for my dad's memories.

I know very well he was a tyrant
who wronged lots of people.

I'm here to sell the house and take
Mrs. Ne'mat and get back to Europe.

I think this is not
Late Beshr Pasha's wish.

Beshr Pasha is dead.

I'm the one in charge now and I will sell
the house and nothing can stop me,

whether I'm with you or with someone else.

[laughs]

Like father like son.

Look, Hassan, I'm by your side
and I will do whatever you want.

But legal procedures take time.
This how it goes in Egypt.

Inheritance declaration
will take two or three months.

You must be here until the procedures
are over.

Up to that moment, we shall see

if you're going to sell
or change your mind.

No, I won't change my mind.

We shall see.

[gunshots firing]

Qadem! Qadem!

Qadem!

Something wrong, sir?

What is that shooting?

Those are the sons of Al-Aasy.
They greet you.

-They shoot to greet me!
-We deem it greeting.

I shall tell you about them later.
Go up to bed.

I can't sleep now.

If you can't sleep, come. There is
something important you must see.

-Important!
-Come.

[suspenseful music]

[door opens]

[projector clicks and whirrs]

-What's up?
-Watch.

-Is the camera on, Abdel-Aziz?
-[Abdel-Aziz] Yes, sir.

Go out and shut the door.

[Abdel-Aziz] OK, sir.

[emotional music]

Hello, Hassan.

You're a grown up now, no?

If you're watching me now,
I must be dead then.

I no longer exist on earth.

But you are my extension.

I've always believed

that a well-educated one
who knows about his history

can continue to live.

That's why I ordered Mostafa
to send you abroad

to study the history of your ancestors.

You are Hassan... Hassan Beshr.

My son.

The road is long and hard.

If you don't continue...

then I'll feel I'm really dead.

Qadem will help you with the next step.
It is the first thread

that will guide you to the treasure.

Your treasure that I've left for you.

Show him, Qadem,
and don't worry about Hassan,

not even against Al-Aasy's bullets.

[anticipatory music]

"Hatshepsut; Foremost of Noble Ladies!"

How could you get all these papyri?

Your dad kept them.
He asked me to give them to you.

What does Hatshepsut have to do with
Ali Elzebak and dad's video tapes?

It's not my business.

Dad said the secret
lies in the biographies.

Read and understand them.
This was your dad's will,

and you must carry it out.
Read and understand them.

I don't understand.

Don't annoy me. I have enough to deal
with. What did you study in Europe?

[Hassan] The story begins at the temple.

[solemn music]

Why are you worried, Lord Priest?

Does it have to do
with the priestly affair?

Life has more important
and greater affairs.

Explain it, my Lord.

The king is dying. We're all in danger.

All of us! How, my Lord Priest?

Thutmose I,
the son of Amun-Re has no heir.

How come there is no heir?
We have Thutmose II.

He's of an illegal mother.
Only Hatshepsut is of a legal mother.

This can't be.

Hatshepsut has grown up
Now she can rule with no guardian.

A female on Amun-Re's thrown
is unacceptable

and against the will
of the temple and people.

See the scale of the disaster?

The legal heir is a female,
and not any female.

One in the form of a warrior.

She is stronger than Thutmose
and any other man.

She was educated by Philosopher Ini
who hates us.

He made her hate us.

The spirit, Hatshepsut,
is subject to reckoning.

Since she was a little girl,
he has raised her

according to his concepts and beliefs.

He's a lunatic.

Hadn't he been protected by the Pharaoh,
I would have killed him myself.

[hums]

Who should ascend the throne?

You, our Lord! The High Priest!

The voice of the god. We have everything;

power, weapons and people's support.

You rule Egypt.

I'm the High Priest.

I'm the honest voice of god.

I'm the hidden reign.

I'm the throne...

not the one who ascends it.

We can't let a female rule Egypt!
No way for Hatshepsut and Ini.

No. I say it.

I speak on behalf of god Amun-Re.

I say who should rule Egypt.
My order is divine.

Priests are constantly meeting.
They want to take a step ahead.

They always get their position in power.

They want to be the Pharaoh's throne.

He's the ruler and they are the reign.
He the god and they are his strength.

Master, whom do you think is
worthy of ruling Egypt?

Me or Thutmose II?

You have the answer.
Everything is within us.

Every question has the answer
in your heart.

I'm the daughter of god Amun-Re.
I'm the legal daughter and legal ruler.

[laughs] You have answered it.

Do you believe you're the god's daughter?

It's a truth since I've uttered it.

Am I not fit to be a Pharaoh?

-You are a female!
-I'm neither a female nor a male.

I'm the Pharaoh.

Priests will always be
between you and your people.

There are no mediators
between the Pharaoh and his people.

I'm getting to know my people.

[menacing music]

[Hassan] The narrator started telling

the story of Ras Al-Ghoul
and his son Ali Elzebak.

[man singing]In every time in this country

That always happens

I tell stories about the son

One of the Outlaws

He's like the mountain against the flood

Every time has a hero and this is natural

[chorus]He's like the mountain against the flood

Every time has a hero and this is natural

Time has stretched its wings

And it's the time of reckoning.

If justice disappears

Tyrants grow more powerful

The reason for devastation
Is left free in our land

He's mean, wicked and liar
Poisons like the snake

The tyrant who believes
In magic and witchcraft

He's made people's pains

Weigh heavy as mountains

Yes, Governor, you've sent for me.

Sad day in Damascus
that police can't stop the commoners

and they die in numbers.

The sultanate's police chief
has come himself.

This indicates great failure.

I can't enjoy my time in Istanbul
while Damascus gets damaged

because men fall short.

Fall short!

The time he spent in Istanbul
has made him funny.

Who damages Damascus?
Aren't they your orders and schemes?

Who has taken too much from people?

Who's emptied Damascus of its bounties?

Strange to see a police chief
attributes his failure to others.

Stores are robbed
and noble houses are stolen.

And you describe your failure
as a scheme by us!

Say you can't make it
and weaker than commoners.

Watch your language with Chief
Hassan Ras Al-Ghoul.

You've sent for him in Egypt
to help you and he did.

Hadn't been for ill treatment
and taxes on people

security would have spread.

The country is occupied by the
Ottoman Empire. Everyone should obey.

You're a swindler and everyone knows it.

You might be
the sultanate police chief now,

but we'll never get commands from you.

Governor of Damascus!

I, the Sultan's Envoy,
am being offended in your presence.

You started it first.

All behave in my presence.

Respecting Salah Al-Kalby is due
as respecting me. Apologize to him!

Hassan Ras Al-Ghoul never
apologizes to an occupier.

We're no longer staying in here.

-So, you're letting it be devastated!
-You've done that yourselves.

It's either us or Al-Kalby!

Salah Al-Kalby is indispensable.

We're leaving then.

Leave with the men to Egypt.

Wait for me in Luxor.
I'm coming after you.

It's no longer safe in here, Omar.

Let me stay with you.

Don't worry about me. God help us! Go!

Go!

[frightening music]

[horse galloping]

[horse grunts and whinnies]

[hostile music]

[arrow swooshes]

[sword drawn out]
[groans with pain]

[swords clanking]

[thrilling music]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[sword scraping]

[grunting]

[swords clanking]

[grunts]

[muffled grunt]

[sad music]

[labored breathing]

[horse trotting]

Fatma!

Fatma!

Ali!

-Dad!
-Hassan!

Dad!

[scared] Hassan! What's happened, Hassan?

The wound is deep, Fatma.

Who's done that?

It must be Al-Kalby.

Leave with Ali to Egypt.

Egypt!

Yes, Ali. [breathes heavily]

Your homeland.

If you find life tight,
people there are kind.

Don't wrong the poor.

Don't give up your pride.

Don't forget your father.

Go!

Go watch the road.

-Get closer, Fatma.
-Here I am.

When you reach Egypt, go to Luxor.
Ask for Hajj Emary.

Hide in the house I told you
about long ago,

where the treasure is.

It's safe for whoever lives near it,
and evil for whoever takes it.

Hassan!

[screaming and crying] Hassan!

-Qadem!
-Yes.

I need to talk to you.

Are you keeping a secret?

[stutters]

I've been serving the family for long.

As I was ordered by your dad,
I don't hear, speak or see.

Something wrong?

Thank you.

The story begins, Hassan,
with struggle and hard work

until I've reached my status;
senior police officer.

The only thing that troubled me
was your uncle Mostafa.

He was the main concern
that threatened my future.

[whistle blown]

Hello.

Send him in.

Yes, sir!

Take the cuffs off and leave.

I can't believe it!

-How could you...
-Stand up! Where do you think you are?

This is a formal investigation.

Mum will be so sorry for you.

She will be.

-Oh brother...
-Don't talk!

Don't ever talk.

Even if she does, I know how to handle it.

You're right. Say whatever you want.

I promise you, I swear by our dad,
I will never do it again.

If he was still alive,
he would have died again

to see his youngest son like this.

I swore to you, Beshr.
I will keep my promise forever.

I'll never do that again.
This is the last time.

You always promise me
and I always believe you.

Huh?

I'm working for a sensitive entity,
a disciplined one.

I'll never let anyone, whoever he is

to cause me troubles under
no conditions even if it's my brother.

I promise I will be different.

I'm not a junkie.

I do it occasionally. Just for fun.

Ok, Mostafa, I shall believe you.

It won't be a problem
if you help your brother.

Even if you don't know directly
who sells the drugs,

but at least, your bad friends
can tell you what his name is.

Just as they knew about you
and your brother and made fun of it.

I will tell you.

His name is Ibrahim El-Erian.
He lives in Old Cairo.

Now, you're my brother!

Take this paper.

Write everything about him
and all details about the delivery.

Then sign.

Don't be afraid, Mostafa.
You're my younger brother.

Write, Mostafa.

Abdel-Aziz,

come and take him.

Yes, sir!

Take him to jail.

-Brother! Beshr Pasha!
-Don't be afraid, Mostafa.

Just for a little while.

Go!

-Now...
-Just a second.

Here you are.

The drug dealer is called
Ibrahim El-Erian from Old Cairo.

You'll find significant amount of drugs.

Carry out the other instructions.

Congratulations, General!

General! Not yet, Abdel-Aziz.

How come, sir!

We're going to arrest
Ibrahim El-Erian and his men

and few days ago,
we caught a big deal of drugs,

so you must be General!

I think we should release Mostafa.

He's your brother after all.

It will be fully-fledged case
if the drug abuse reports

according to the prosecution permit.

What if your enemies at the ministry
knew that your brother is junkie?

My enemies and opponents at the ministry
should know

that I haven't let my brother
get away with this,

so no one brings shame on me
and threatens me.

Abdel-Aziz, Mostafa must be kept in.

-You may go.
-Yes, sir.

[door closes]

Damn you, Mostafa!

Damn you!

How come, Beshr,
you're sending your brother to jail!

Don't worry.

He's kept in a good place,
at least he can quit.

We deemed him a witness.

It's just one-year imprisonment.

He's your younger brother, Beshr.
You're like his father.

I can't hurt my son.

I've raised him.

But unfortunately!

Unfortunately!

Oh Kalby!

You claim loyalty
to the ruler in Istanbul,

while your true loyalty lies
with the Persian throne!

Hey, rude. I'm loyal
to the defender of religion.

How do you care about religion
with your heart full of animosities?!

I've run of patience. Speak up!

Where's Ras Al-Ghoul's son?

[dramatic music]

[sings] She started to read it
and the secret was unveiled

He was shocked from what she said

And his face turned pale

I can see a boy in the desert
Holding his mother's hand

If the boy escapes your arrows...

he will kill you for sure

She said: 'Your way is risky
The boy's sword is ready

One should kill the other

and I am certain about it

The boy is determined to get revenge

If he grows in that country
The man's destiny is determined

Whether the boy dies...'

Or you die.

'or you die.'

Send an envoy for our master in Isfhan
to tell him we're leaving to Egypt.

And soon, he will get good news.

Yes, sir.

-Dad!
-Zainab!

Why are you still up?

I'm afraid, Dad.
I hear sounds and I can't sleep.

Afraid?!

Come.

Don't ever feel afraid.

I miss my mum.

May God bless her soul.

Come.

Don't be afraid as long as I'm here.

-You must be brave.
-I'm afraid.

I'm going in with you.

This is Hajj Emary's house.

Hajj Emary!

Hajj Emary!

What?

They want to meet you.

Welcome.

Ras Al-Ghoul is dead and we're lost.

He told us to come to you.

I'm his widow and this is his son.

Sorry for him, but like father like son.

You're welcome.

-Hegazy!
-Yes, Hajj.

Take the lady and her son to the old house
where Ras Al-Ghoul used to stay.

Get them food and other stuff.

I'm so grateful.

Welcome to Luxor.

Are you courageous?
The house is abandoned.

The people who lived here
conjured spirits.

Ali fears none but God only.

As you like. I'm taking you there.

Just keep in mind,

when the evening sets,
spirits in the house start to move.

They call each other.

Stop talking about it. Open the door.

I will.

-What are you looking at, Ali?
-What are those buildings?

They belong to our ancestors, our origins.

-Do they live there?
-They used to.

They left behind all that and many
other things we know nothing about.

-[tongue clicks] Let's get inside.
-What about the spirits?

No spirits, son! Come on.

EGYPT GOVERNOR'S MANSION

Police Chief, Salah Al-Kalby,
you didn't need to do this!

This is nothing compared
to your generosity and hospitality.

How is the caliph?

These are two decrees by the caliph.

The first one for annexing
Egypt's police to my authority.

And the second for imposing new taxes

for the sultanate's money needs
to confront the enemies.

This may lead to unrest and problems
like those in Damascus.

That's why I've come here
to take over Egypt's police,

to eliminate riot and disobedience.

God forbid.

Any commands, your Excellency?

Sheikh Hiba Al-Malty, the senior sheikh
of Egypt and my senior advisor.

The pious who prays for us
and prays for the sultan in Istanbul.

Seek his advice and listen to him.
Take him under your wing.

Sure, governor.

Sheikh Hiba will be under our patronage
and under our protection.

God willing, the next Friday prayer
will include you, chief.

What is that old house?

It's been here for so many years,
no one knows how many.

When your house was built,
your dad annexed that one to it.

People call it the house of spirits.

By the way, I've never been in it.

What spirits? This is nonsense.

Beshr Pasha never went inside that house
nor allowed anyone in.

Listen to me and never go in.

[raining and thunder]

[scared] What's this? An earthquake?!

[screams]

[gasping]

[suspenseful music]
[collapsing noise]

[breathes heavily]

Leave me. I will hurt you.

Leave me.

-Quiet, boy!
-Let me go.

-Let me go.
-Quiet, I say!

-Get down.
-Who are? I'll never let you go.

Strong! As strong as Ras Al-Ghoul, Ali!

Uncle Omar!
Why have you brought me in here?

I'm worried about you.
If someone sees you, they will harm you.

Listen, Ali, the road is not easy.

If the senior is dead, you take his place.

What road and what senior?
I don't understand.

The road of the Outlaws, Ali.
The road of the rightful people.

God has sent us for the oppressed.

We're their hands, eyes and knife, Ali.

-You think I can do that?
-There is no life without hope.

The Outlaws are the people's hope.

And you're the hope for Outlaws, Ali.
I'll teach you to be the best of Outlaws.

Take a look around. Can you see the walls?

-The spirits?!
-No, Ali.

Humans who engraved their story
on the stone.

They are gone but the story survived.

You want to die without history
or be like them?

And your story will be told by days
and will live throughout the years?

[music]

Choose, Ali.

I've chosen, uncle Omar.
I want my story to live like theirs.

Smart, Ali.

-He has not come.
-He's coming soon.

Ras Al-Ghoul is dead.

And we don't know whether his son
is like him or not.

-He must be immature.
-I've raised him, you'll see.

[exploding suspenseful music]

[horse galloping]

[Omar] I called him Elzebak
because no one can catch him.

Each of you has a quality.
Ali has all the qualities.

He has arrived.

[horse trotting]

[horse grunts]

This is Ali, son of Hassan Ras Al-Ghoul.

-These are...
-You don't have to tell.

You can't introduce your sons.

No need for a quality or a name. I can
identify them with a look and a move.

Ze'iet.

He is the best shooter ever.

Me'iet.

He hunts falcons with his eyes.

This is Bahlawan,
the acrobat of the Outlaws.

Since you're fat, then you're Wezza.

You can't take my food!

Don't ever get angry, Elephant's Leg.

Bon appetite!

You're really the son of Ras Al-Ghoul!

Where are the rest of the Outlaws?

They were dispersed
after your father died.

They will gather again
for a cause, Uncle Omar.

You all have me as your support.

We all have a pledge.
We're one hand against plunderers.

We'll fight the oppressors.

We'll defend no one but the oppressed.

-Pledge, men!
-Pledge, Ali.

What's your wish from the King?

My wish! I can tell you.

The king is a powerful god
who does whatever he wants.

We have nothing to do but to wish
him good, victory and strength.

Who are you? You seem to be
from the Pharaoh's palace.

No, I'm a commoner
and stole the princess' wear.

Great! The Pharaoh
and the priests deserve it.

Open your eyes, dream and draw.

You don't draw for anyone.

You draw your dream.

When the idea turns to painting
or carving, it becomes immortal.

Thousands of years later,
when people see your drawing or carving,

they will say our country was great and
full of brilliant artists and architects.

[crowd chatter]

Knowledge and art are life.

[birds chirping]

Without them, people die.

Without them, people are not worthy
of this land.

Move away!

The guards!

[suspenseful music]

[footsteps]
[sound of waves]

Come out.

The guards are gone.

I'm not hiding from the guards.

OK then. Guards!

Please, don't.

Actually, I'm hiding.

Come then.

Don't be afraid.

Tell me, what have you done?

What's your crime?

Charmed someone with your eyes
or wounded a heart with your beauty?

You're a commoner,
but... you're very decent and classy.

Commoners can see beauty
and appreciate it, by the way.

I've run away from the palace. It's
the first time I see the market and the...

The commoners.

Don't feel shy to say it.
You've already said it.

-Do you live nearby?
-Yes.

I'm an architect and a teacher.

I saw you with the kids
and I liked your way.

Not only this.

I have lots of ideas and dreams.

Dreams?

The commoner will be glad
to show you his dream.

Come.

[dramatic music]

[Beshr]I've become the political police chief.

Life has changed.

[Beshr] The second man after the minister.

The king himself trusted me.

Whenever the power is greater,
you get more worried about it

and you're willing to do anything
to keep your power.

What's this?

-I can't believe it.
-What's wrong?

-What's wrong! Missing news!
-How are they missing?

Here is it. General Beshr Assayed Imam
takes over the political department.

Incomplete news is useless.

Changes included much leadership.

What about commandants
and office managers?

Where's my name?
Abdel-Aziz El-Nashar Sodfa!

I am a very important person.

Just because I let you in and invite you
for a drink, doesn't mean you neglect me.

I'm the big eye in here.

-I'm the sleepless man.
-It's about leaderships.

Who am I? Am I not one of the leaderships?

How do you work for this newspaper
though you're bad at Arabic?

-Mr. Abdel-Aziz...
-Shush!

[phone rings]

Yes, sir.

OK, sir.

You will have it in a second.

Allow me, sir.

We shall discuss it, Sayed.

We shall discuss it.

Here you are, sir.

You look exhausted, sir.

This how life goes, Abdel-Aziz.
We must suffer for a goal.

I can't deny it, sir,
but we care about your health.

You can't do that to yourself.

No vacations, Abdel-Aziz. No vacations.

Just in one case: Death.

Why should I be on a vacation?

What would I do at home?
I don't have children.

Should I be face to face with Hayat
and find which face is bigger!

[laughs] I didn't say that, sir.

I didn't talk about vacations.
You need an hour to clear your brain

from explosions, chases.
This is too much, sir.

Besides, sir, brain needs confectionery,

a candy,

a pudding.

We can have them in here.

Have them! I can't have them, sir.
I'm already fat.

I'm talking about souls; human creatures.

Sweet voices like Laila Murad.

Feast your eyes with a hot dancing body
like that of Kiti or Samia.

Instead of [mimics] "When did you kill
him? How did you join that group?

Who taught you to make explosives?"

This is too much, sir.

Where and when, Abdel-Aziz?
Where and when?

Life is like a cabaret.

[music]

People are waiting in lines.

Pleasure is for free

and so is laughing.

[sings] A smiling poor is richer
than a prince

[laughs]

While a sad rich man...

is really unlucky

Let's have fun.

[upbeat music]

Hey, you! No need to frown

Be careless about life And enjoy your time

Don't give the chance for life

It looks for the grieved
and burdens them with suffering

If your grief grows more
It will be over with you

The lucky hour is a chance
And to hell with grief

[chorus] Live it happily and do
Whatever you dream of.

Entry visa for pleasure
does not need a passport

Life is like a cabaret!

[clapping]

Thank you.

[in French] Pardon.

Now, we'll listen to the charming voice.

Enjoy singing and pleasure.

The wide warming voice
and the unique whispers.

Now with Egypt's pretty singer, Ne'mat!

[clapping]

[sings]We're born feeling not afraid of days

With an innocent pure heart

We dream of safety

and love that we had in mind long ago.

When we need them we find them

locked in with your dream

To gain things we must lose others

Sometimes we're sold and Sometimes we sell

In all cases, we're back
With our hearts broken

[wind whistling]

[dramatic music]

What's that?

That is my dream.

[chuckles]

Are you dreaming of emptiness?
Desert and water?

I shall fill it with beauty.

It won't be only desert and water.

There will be great temples
that glorify life.

Who are you?

I'm Senenmut from Nubia.

My father begged the priest to accept
me at the temple when I was a child.

But I was more concerned
with painting on the walls,

rather than memorizing hymns.

Describe your dream.

I'll build a great temple
linking the sky to the earth,

life to death.

Passages built of love
discovered by lovers only.

A temple for the Pharaoh?

No, it's for immortality.

What do you know about the Pharaoh?

A mortal legend in people's minds.

A fancy that we fear

and a questionable reality.

Who are you?
I've never seen such a beauty.

-I must leave.
-You can't leave.

Are you the baker's or the tailor's
daughter and stole the princess' wear?

Please let me go.

[Ne'mat sings]Life haggles with us on our long way

It resists and opposes us
and we can't resist

Life haggles with us on our long way

It resists and opposes us
and we can't resist

We all go round...

We all go round in our life circle
That is called...

The impossible love

[chorus] We all go round...

We all go round...

In our life circle that is called...

The impossible love

[applause]

-Rummy!
-Lucky!

Hayat!

[angrily] Hayat!

Just a minute.

Deal.

What's wrong?

Didn't I ask you for no more gambling?

You're out the whole day.
What do you want me to do?

Very strange! Do as any lady does.

Join a club, a charity
Red Crescent or even black one.

-Make them leave.
-Listen.

This is my life. Who do you think you are?

Hadn't it been for my dad,
you wouldn't have been you.

Play a round with us, Beshr Pasha.

Play what, sir?

-A round.
-A round!

I see your back neck is round.

-What the hell!
-Go out, moron!

-You can't do that!
-Go out, moron!

-This is rude!
-Go out, morons Out!

-Are you crazy?
-I'll punch your face. Out!

-Lunatic!
-If you come again, I'll arrest you.

[hurried footsteps]

[door closes]

[thunderstorm raging outside]

[eerie music]

[rain falling]
[Ne'mat singing]

Where have you been?
I've been worried about you.

-I was in a dream.
-Dream! What dream?

The dream of a commoner
who wants to build a temple

that links the earth to the sky
and death to life.

The eternal life.

What else?

I felt I knew him for a long time,

and that it wasn't my first
or last time to see him.

I felt I would know him more
and we'd have a long story.

Can you explain it, Master?

It is in your eyes.

Your eyes tell it is love.

Love! That soon?

Souls don't take long to meet.

They already met long ago
and knew each other.

But he is a commoner
and I will be the Pharaoh,

which means it's impossible.

Love knows no impossible.

Mum used to tell me love
was the commoner's craft.

But whoever wants to rule
should know happiness lies in ruling.

Take care! Thrones enchants rulers.

A cruel heart can't be the price.

Be like the star that guides
in the darkness,

without claiming a rule or a kingdom.

This how wise Ini speaks,
but Kings speak differently.

I've chosen to be the queen,

just like my name tells;

Hatshepsut, Foremost of Noble Ladies.

Keep your eyes open.

Any riots against the new imposed taxes,
you must react strongly

to stop rioters.

Spread your spies everywhere,

on the streets, in alleys,
and even in houses.

If any disobeys or falls short

I won't discharge him. No.

I will kill him with my sword.

Everyone in position.

-Any news about Ali and his mum?
-No, sir.

Listen to me!

This is more important
than Egypt's devastation.

These are Master Isfahan's orders,
not my orders.

-Understood?
-Understood. Any other commands?

You may go.

[ominous music]

No one should argue.

I'm the senior in here.

Taxes will be paid by the people.

These are the governor's commands.

[man singing] Tyranny is a sword
On the necks of the poor

There should be an end

People are oppressed and suffer within

You fear the governor

and disobey your lord.

They poor only want to live

But you give them no chance

But you give them no chance

[turbulent music]

Who are you and what do you want?

I want to kidnap the governor
and take back the money he plundered.

Are you doing this alone?

I'm not alone in here.

I have the Elephant's Leg.
Motion is slow but hands are heavy.

I have uncle Omar, Ze'iet and Me'iet.

This is the acrobat.
And you are three only.

-How can you confront us?
-Guards!

Take it easy, men.
There's a misunderstanding.

-Didn't you say they were three?
-I meant three-thousand.

[chuckles] What should we do now?

-There's only one solution we have.
-Here we go.

[upbeat music]

The police and the people
Play the cat and the mouse

[chorus]If this goes left, that runs to the right

It is hard as if they have revenge.

[chorus]Keep the fire away from the gasoline

-If one says yes...
-[chorus] The other says no

-Everyone thinks he is...
-[chorus] Thinks he is right

-If one says yes...
-[chorus] The other says no

-Everyone thinks he is...
-[chorus] Thinks he is right

Since the days of the pharaoh
and the ruler

[chorus] It goes by like the same

It goes by like the same

[chorus] It goes by like the same...
It goes by like the same, it goes by...

like the same

Lying, swindling, cheating
And he doesn't care

Don't blame him that he can't see
As power fills his eyes

Lying, swindling, cheating
And he doesn't care

Don't blame him that he can't see
As power fills his eyes

Power fills his eyes

-Only power, power, power
-Power, power, power

-[chorus] Don't blame him
-Don't blame him

[chorus] Don't blame him

Don't blame him that he can't see
As power fills his eyes

- [chorus] The water boils and it bubbles
- [arrows swooshing]

[man sings]Keep fire down and find a solution

[chorus] Life is a circle
And each goes round in it

[man] Whoever is burnt from the sun,
will seek a shade to hide

[chorus] The water boils and it bubbles

Keep fire down and find a solution

[chorus] Life is a circle
And each goes round in it

Whoever is burnt from the sun,
one day, he will seek a shade to hide

One day, he will seek...

A shade to hide

[applause]

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

It's fully reserved.
I've found no place but here.

Who are you?

I'm the composer of the show.

-Really!
-I swear I composed it alone.

-Wish you luck.
-Thank God.

Darn the police! I don't fear them.
They deserve the worst.

-Really!
-Sure.

Do you have a match?

-You will be burnt soon.
-All of us will be burnt. How? [laughs]

-[Groans]
-[laughs]

Get in, everyone.

Politics are not your business.
It's only dancing.

Full independence or quick death!

Hey, wait! What do you mean by death?

I mean hold your breath.
I don't want you to smell it.

Go to hell then!

Get in, everyone.

-Glad to meet you, sir.
-Wait.

It's bad to meet me.

-I swear I was kidding.
-"Darn the police", right? Get in!

[emotive music]

[knocking]

[menacing music]

[explosion]

[sustained beeping]

[gunshots]

Scoundrels!

We're the sons of Al-Aasy.
Pleased to meet you.

-We...
-Qadem told me about you.

-You killed my dad.
-Our dad killed him.

He had his revenge of your dad
for killing Senior Al-Aasy.

-Tit for tat!
-It's over then.

-Do you want to kill me, too?
-No, no need for it.

We've come to claim our right.

The land with the abandoned house
belonged to us.

Your dad stole them.

You have no right to either of those.

Beshr Pasha built it and I'm a witness.

This is far from over.

I'll settle the inheritance issue
and then leave.

We'll buy then, with money or with blood.

Are you threatening us?

You have weapons, we have weapons.

You have men, we have warriors.

Hold on, Qadem.

Life has changed.
There's law and I will sell.

After the inheritance issue is over,
make your offer.

Deal. Just don't take long.

Don't sell the house, Mr. Hassan.

Is that the same house where Ali Elzebak
and his mother used to live?

I don't know.

You always don't know!
Why don't you want me to sell?

Why do Al-Aasy's want it?
They say it belongs to their ancestors.

Didn't your dad ask you
to read the biographies?

Again with the biographies!

Make way, please!

Please come, sir.
A room, please! Get in, please.

It's become a mess, Abdel-Aziz.
Total mess.

It was me yesterday
and it's Amin Othman today.

You have 48 hours
to bring the perpetrators in.

Otherwise it will not be only your neck.
It will be mine, too.

May God protect your neck, sir.

-Drive, Hussein.
-Drive, Hussein.

[dramatic music]

[coughing]

Have you found a solution
for this problem, High Priest?

When I was alone at my temple

the wall was split open
and light came through.

I closed my eyes
and felt the light filling my soul.

I opened them and found Amun-Re

smiling and pleased.

He said: "O my good priest,
the throne's dear one."

I cried and fell down on my knees.

I felt his soul was mine
and his tongue was mine.

His sacred voice said:

"Let Thutmose II marry Hatshepsut

and let both sacred
and non-sacred bloods mix

to be legal."

We believe your vision, High Priest.

Go back to your temple

and paint your vision on the walls.

[coughs] Let everyone see it;
The nobles and the commoners.

[religious ritual song]

Thutmose!

After you marry Hatshepsut,
rule under her will.

She is the Foremost of Noble Ladies.

Speak on her behalf, do as she says

and rule under her commands

because I trust in her.

Swear on it, Thutmose! Now!

I swear, father.

Father!

A young man from Menoufeya,
Meit Abul-Koum,

for an Egyptian father
and a Sudanese mother.

His parents could make him
join the Egyptian army.

He was discharged
for spying for the Germans,

after a German wireless device
was found with him.

He escaped from prison
and hid for some time,

and showed up to kill Amin Othman.

Who are you?

I shall tell you everything.
I have just a small request.

I've been on my feet and I wish
I could sit. May I take a seat?

[scoffs] No.

Tell me, who are you?

I'm Mohamed Anwar As-Sadat,
Egyptian officer.

I was wrongfully discharged.
I got a high-tech German wireless

I wanted to get it for the army
for communication needs,

but I was wrongfully accused of spying.
And now...

I'm wrongfully accused again.

It seems I'm fit for it.

-What about Amin Othman?
-Amin Othman!

He is the finance Minister
and Al-Wafd Partisan.

What would I gain by killing Amin Othman?

Did I have properties
and he took them away from me?

[scoffs]
I have nothing to do with Amin Othman.

Why do you want to topple the regime?

No one can ever topple it.

Everything changes. This how life goes.

Just a point of view that I've
never told anyone about,

but I've told you about it.

Do you know what your problem is?

You think yourselves smart
and we're the authority's puppet.

No, Anwar.

We're neither a puppet nor a defense wall.

We protect the state.
And sometimes, authority is the state.

Do you know him?

That is Mohamed Ali Pasha.

That Mohamed Ali Pasha

was claimed by lots of people
to be the founder of modern Egypt

and the creator of Egypt's first army.

Others said he used people
for forced labor

and his era was the worst.

Just points of view!

Time rules.

You are right, sir.
Time will rule for sure.

Take him.

Go.

[crickets chirping]

I have a bigger dream.

We must expand our circle.

Let's call all the Outlaws
and stand against injustice.

Why, Ali? We've done so great.

And it might be that the police chief
looks for us and comes to our place.

We can't wait.

We'll go to them in Cairo,
the centre of power.

If we finish injustice there,
then we finish it everywhere,

[inhales]

and we'll achieve the dream
we've pledged to achieve.

Yes, Ali, but we're not as strong
as they are.

Mind tricks will help us be.
Leave it to me.

Which one to choose?

Set fire to your body
or pierce your eyes with the sword?

Be merciful!

You weren't merciful to people!

See!

[scoffs]

Let's go before the Elephant's Leg
eats the governor.

[somber music]

Hatshepsut![sighs] My sweetheart!

Don't call me your sweetheart.

I know you love your mistress
who is called Qest.

I know you don't love me.

You're my royal wife.

You'll give birth to my son,
the king after I die.

That's right.

I will stay by you, at your service,
fully obedient.

Fully obedient!

Obedient to the throne, not to you.

That was the Pharaoh's will.

You must comply with it and obey me.

You're the throne's king
and I'm your queen.

What?!

All priests, the High Priest,
the employees, the army,

the country's fortunes and security,

they are all in my hand.

I make the decision
and you command all to obey it.

For everyone, you're the pharaoh.

Yet, in fact,
you're Hatshepsut's tongue and hand.

What's that all about?

How dare you? I'm the pharaoh.

You swore an oath to obey me.

If you break it, you will be cursed.

Will you be liar god, huh?

If you could rule me,
then rule the country.

By the way...

Don't enter my suite
until you ask for my permission.

[music]

[Ne'mat sings]I'm on my way and one day...

I will touch the stars

I have a brave heart

And I can face everything

Whoever believes in a dream

There will be some day

When they make their dream true

Whether it is long or short

I won't be bored

I won't be bored or broken

Whoever believes in a dream

There will be some day

When they make their dream true

Whether it is long or short

I won't be bored

I won't be bored or broken

Whoever suffers in life

There should be a moment
For them to be victorious

[applause]

Abdel-Aziz!

[clapping continues]

Yes, sir!

Send someone for Ne'mat
to ask her to meet the sir.

Let him tell her sir only.

Yes, sir.

-[knocking on door]
-Come in.

-Our pretty artist!
-What?

The sir wants you at table 7.

Don't you know that I never
sit with anyone?

-But...
-Go and tell him that.

OK.

She has refused, sir.

-Great!
-Beg your pardon!

Go home, Abdel-Aziz.

Why shouldn't I stay with you, sir?

See you tomorrow at my office. Leave.

Ok, sir.

[inhales and groans]

[horse carriage rumbling away]

[romantic music]

Follow them, Hussein.

[car engine starting]

-Peace be with you.
-Peace be with you.

We found these flyers
inciting the overthrow the regime.

-Sir...
-Shush!

Your friends have already confessed

that you took part in crimes
committed recently.

-I've done nothing, sir.
-Shut up!

There could be more.

I haven't seen them before.

Keep him in.

Yes, sir!

I've done nothing, Ne'mat. I'm innocent.

That young man you ordered us to arrest...

he had an affair with that girl...
I don't know if you remember her,

that singer called Ne'mat Rezk.

-Remember her, sir?
-Have you arrested her?

Of course, sir.

-For how long?
-Four hours.

Let her in after ten minutes.

Yes, sir.

Go in.

What's wrong, Abdel-Aziz?

She's accused of joining a secret group
inciting the overthrow of the regime,

and fomenting subversive activities
against public and private properties.

Wasn't she arrested with that other man?

Yes, sir.

I swear I'm innocent, sir.

Investigations tell that man
goes to the cabaret every night,

and you leave together
to the same building.

He's my neighbor.

He lives across from the hotel
where I live at.

Better tell everything
about your relation to him.

Okay.

He wanted to marry me

but I refused because I don't love him.

[romantic music]

Abdel-Aziz!

Yes, sir!

Yes, sir!

Oh, yes! Allow me to leave
to question some defendants.

-Excuse me, sir.
-Go.

-Listen...
-Ne'mat, sir.

Ne'mat!

Take a seat, Ne'mat.

Listen, Ne'amt...

Today's youth are wild.

They think they rebel
for the sake of the country.

However, they devastate it.

If one has promised you something,

such as those meaningless slogans,
tell me about it and I will help you.

No, sir. [sniffles]

I never knew about his interests.
He was just a friend.

You mean there's no one else in your life?

Uh... I mean none of his friends

has tried to involve you in any political
affairs and some other nonsense?

No, sir. [sniffles]

Huh?

I have nothing but singing.

It's the only thing in my life.

I'm not involved with anyone. [cries]

Hmm.

Listen, I shall let you go.

You're going home
under my own responsibility.

[breathes in relief] Thank you, sir.

[soft music]

Abdel-Aziz, come in.

Ne'mat, stay away from trouble.

Someone else wouldn't have
believed your tears.

In these critical conditions,

we can question and keep you in
until your hair turns gray.

But I believe you.

Yes, sir!

Let the artist go home.

You may go.

At the service of art, sir.

Please come, star.

[dramatic music]

I'm honored you've asked
to see me, my queen.

Asked to see you
to make your dream come true, Senenmut.

-My dream!
-Yes.

I remember it.

This is where we first met.

You will be the royal architect.

You're in charge of building
temples and palaces.

[chuckles softly]
This is how you make it true.

This is too much for me, my queen.

Not only this.

You'll be in charge of my baby
after he is born.

You will teach him your knowledge and art.

At your command, my queen.

Go tell your wife.

Aren't you married?

No.

Then go tell your beloved.

You must have one.

Right.

Is she a commoner from Nubia?

Words can't describe my beloved.

She's like the Nile silver water
beneath the moonlight...

the brilliant sun ray above an obelisk.

Her eyelashes are dangerous
than crocodiles.

Her step is like the Nile's waves
and she's furious as its flood.

I can't be close to her
because she is the holy of holies.

A commoner like me can't even see her.

Watch out, Senenmut; you're describing
a pretty lady for another.

I describe my beloved for my queen.

Both mean the same for me.

This how poets speak.

Goddesses are in the sky
and no poet can reach them.

You will build temples and palaces.

You can make it true.

Your other dreams, keep them as they are.

It's all done, sir.

Don't be afraid to get in.

Get in, star.

Ne'mat, you're talented.

[in French] Thank you.

Your voice is of a special pattern.

I don't want your talent
to be lost in cabarets.

-A real artist must have the best.
-This all I've got.

To grow, I must have contacts.
I have no contacts in Egypt.

-I'm of a Levantine origin.
-I know.

I know you're of a Levantine origin.
You've been to Egypt with your parents.

Your dad died and you had to find a job.

And your mum died a year ago.

Have I done something wrong?

I swear I did nothing wrong,
neither did my band.

Ne'mat, you're smart.

If you're fond of singing,

there are other ways
that are better than cabarets.

Whom do you want to be?
Just think about it.

Oum Kolthoum, Nour El-Hoda, Laila Murad

or that young singer who is called Shadia!

I'm nothing compared to them.

I can make you everything.

What for?

[inhales]

Consider me an art lover

who cares about a great, promising talent.

So, what do you think?

[anticipatory music]

[bird wings fluttering]

[thump]

-Get in, sheikh.
-Thank you.

-Peace be with you.
-Peace be with you.

You don't have to.

Oh God!

-[sigh]
-Join us, sheikh.

-I'm fasting. Sun will set soon.
-May God accept it.

We have nothing but this lentil soup.

Thank God for His blessings.

What's your charge, sheikh?

I was on the street walking home.

A police vehicle took some people.

They took me with them. I couldn't say no.

I got in the vehicle. Thank God anyway.

You're an oppressed defending right!

God only knows.

Perhaps I'm paying for early mistakes.

That's good. Let them antagonize
people from all denominations.

Let people unite against injustice.

Country and religion are alike, Anwar.
Islam is the solution.

What's wrong with you, Mostafa?

Have the Muslim Brothers
messed with your brain?

This how it goes in prisons.

He enters a junkie and leaves a terrorist.

No evil but distinction that
makes the soul feel superior.

We are all Egyptians and Muslims,
and on top of that, we're all humans.

You think it is easy to be a human!

I'm not talking about humans.
I'm talking about injustice.

You're right, Mostafa.
It's so critical in the country.

-I'm so worried about Egypt, sheik.
-Don't ever worry about it.

Egypt is guarded.

Take care of yourself
and take care of Egypt.

Oh God!

Are you leaving to Egypt?

[chuckles]

I know my son very well.
You go to your enemy yourself.

Aren't you worried about me?

That's if you're weak,
but you're my strong man.

You must have a house there
so no one suspects us.

-How will you get the money?
-I'll dig the ground

and get the treasure
that I saw when I was a boy.

I told you it's guarded and you
can't get it. You'd be harmed.

I'll get it.

Since I saw it as a child,
then I must get it, mother.

It's safe for whoever lives near it,
and evil for whoever tries to take it.

This could be told to kids to stop them.

The living are more worthy of it, mother.

Right.

Go to sleep. Tomorrow will be long day.

[rain and thunder]

The ground will not split, Ali.

Who are you?

Oh Ali Elzebak, the son of
Ras Al-Ghoul and Fatma Al-Fayoumeya,

this country is guarded
and surrounded by a wall.

The wall has a gate
and the gate has a guard,

just like it has a governor,
a police chief and a treasury.

I'm Egypt's guard and my name is Alallah.

What do you want from me? What can I do?

There are always a tyrant and an outlaw,
a devil and a governor.

You're the outlaw
and you defend the oppressed.

Fight oppression and protect
the land and the people.

but don't ever touch the land's treasures.

It belongs to whoever finds it
and I've found it.

You have another role to play.
Don't try to get everything.

Who wants it all, loses it all.

Keep the treasure, you will be safe.

Give it up, you will be lost.

Do we have a pledge, Ali?

We have, sheikh Alallah.

What's dangerous about it?
Flood is a feast and welfare season.

It's a feast for sure
but it causes harms sometimes.

It sweeps the houses
and crocodiles are everywhere.

Can't we control the flood course

so water flows into vast areas
and harvest becomes greater?

It's expensive and almost impossible.

Almost impossible!

The minister of the holy Nile
says it is impossible!

This country feeds the whole world
with the wheat surplus

from the desert in the west
to the two rivers in the east.

People come to its temples
to learn and pray.

And you say it is impossible!

I think, my king,

countries through which the Nile flows,
you must handle it with them

so the flood is kept there
and we can control it.

Send them gifts, aid, fight them.

We want Hapi, the Nile god, to bless us.

You always speak wisely, my queen.

It will be considered.

The one in charge of the Nile,
should know how sacred it is.

You're discharged.

At your command, your majesty.

What about the army, minister?

Our army is always on standby.

I will lead the battle myself.

Kushan rebels must be punished.

Glory be to you, my king.

[upbeat music]

[sufi song]

Oh, Master Al-Hussein! Good tidings!
This is Master Al-Hussein Feast.

Cairo is beautiful, mother.

-Good afternoon.
-How is it going with my star?

-I'm so happy!
-More surprises are on the way.

A new song record and a film contract.

Really?

I have other surprises, too.

Come.

Ne'mat!

Where are we, Beshr Pasha?
What's this place?

Just come!

Your apartment!

Allow me to visit you every now
and then just to check on you.

People may speak badly of us.

That's why I've got it for you.

I can't see you at the a cabaret,
the hotel or in the car.

My position is sensitive.

Ne'mat, of course
you know how I feel about you.

Since the first moment I saw you,
your voice charmed me.

It makes me want to get closer to you,

hold your hands

-and hug you.
-Beshr Pasha! Stop it!

Please, don't!

[screams] Beshr Pasha! Stop it!

I beg you, Beshr Pasha,
be the man I see in my imagination.

The real kind man, the benevolent.

Don't be the other man.

I'm strengthened to live by my dignity.
Please maintain it.

[cries and sniffles]

I promise this will never happen again.

Please, forgive me.

Here are the keys.

[whimpering]

[dramatic music]

Life has taught me
that no one can have everything.

If you think yourself smart
and try to have it all,

then it will turn upside down
and you will lose it all.

That is the stupid.

Do you understand, Hassan?

The stupid is the one
who wants everything.

The sheikh told Ali Elzebak
"who wants it all, loses it all."

Ini told Hatshepsut
it is either the heart or the throne.

Mr. Hassan!

You're talking to yourself! What's wrong?

I feel I've learned nothing
over all these years.

Have you learned now?

You know, Qadem...

I feel I'm rootless.

I'm confused.

I didn't see dad
and my uncle sent me abroad.

I don't even know if I'm Egyptian.

I've come to sell and leave.

Every day, I get deeper into this.

Go to wherever your soul is.

Your words confuse me even more.

Should I forget about it all

or see how it goes to the end?

It's all about origin.

It's all about origin.

I did wrong for asking him.

[loud grunting sounds]

[vibrant music]

Our glass vessels never break.

We sell women's veils
that are made of silk.

We sell nutmeg seeds and cardamom.

Coriander is delicious with bell pepper.

Very tasty cheese!

Is it over?

-Can I help?
-What's this?

-Zainab Fingers.
-Whose fingers?

Zainab.

-Strange!
-Wait!

Your name must be Zainab.

How do you know?

Your fingers.

Wait! Mas'oud!

Give her some of the moon fingers.

They are called Zainab Fingers, Ali.

Didn't you notice the name Ali?

That's my name.

I'll get you some.

Please, take it.

-Is that silk...
-Original.

It's like your fingers.
They are matching together.

-What do you have to do with silk?
-I sell silk, too.

-Oh man!
-Wait!

Rihan, I'll Stretch for her
a piece of silk cloth.

-Stretch it for her, Ali.
-That's me Ali. Remember?

-Are you the whole market?
-Yes, I am.

Anything you like, consider it mine.

Why don't you stop it?

-Leaving or what?
-The market is my home.

You're my guest.

Better to stay away.

-Tell me first what you're buying!
-Stay away or you lose your neck.

A lover of beauty doesn't fear it.

Any trouble?

-Yes.
-What?

Nothing I've liked in here.

[playful music]

-[chuckles] Are you fond of her, Ali?
-You've scared me, Elephant Leg!

Zainab! Why Zainab in particular?

She's Salah Al-Kalby's daughter.

The swindler, Ali!

Salah Al-Kalby who killed
Hassan Ras Al-Ghoul, Ali.

[ominous music]

The god blesses Neferure,
your daughter, my queen.

What did the concubine Qest give birth to?

A son, my queen.

They named him Thutmose III.
He's crying the whole time.

Let her see him for an hour a day
to breastfeed him then bring him to me.

I shall raise him.

Understood, high priest?

So wise of you, my queen. So wise.

Hatshepsut!

What do you want?

How could you take the baby?

You feel sorry for your illegal wife
and don't feel sorry for the country?

What is the relation between them?

You're a step-mother practicing injustice
and taking an infant from his mother.

This how you look at things.
It differs for me.

I care about the country.

I'm taking him to raise him,
I'm the god's daughter.

I want him to be a strong king.

When he rules afterwards,
so he will be a great king,

not a hare-brained one
who is raised by a commoner mother.

Do you get it?

What's up, Mr. Abdel-Aziz?

I want you to go the register's office
to give me a proxy.

I need it to finish some procedures.

I want you to tell me about my father.

You were close to him
and this could be helpful.

That wasn't how you spoke
the first time we met.

You wanted to sell everything

and that you haven't come here
for memories.

Don't play police officer with me.

I feel like I'm in a riddle
and I have to decode it.

You know all about my dad's secrets.

-I didn't receive orders.
-What orders!

-Dad died twenty years ago.
-Still!

He could have ordered me to speak

and I would have done it.

But because he didn't,
this means an order not to speak.

Obeying orders in our career
is like an oath.

It seems all in vain.

I'm going to get dressed.

Say whatever you want to say, Abdel-Aziz.

[laughs]

I will, sir.

It's about your brother and Ne'mat,
you must handle it with them.

If my brother has cocaine, I'll bring
it to him, not put him in prison.

As for Ne'mat...

either you marry her in secret
and she stops singing,

or you stop seeing her
and leave her alone.

You're a historic man, sir,
and your achievements are great.

We can't let that spoil it all.

Take a seat, Abdel-Aziz.

-I can't, sir.
-Sit down, Abdel-Aziz.

How do you think of success?

-It's obedience, sir.
-Obedience!

Obedience hardly makes you
successful, Abdel-Aziz.

Every day we have a trap.

A bad brother for once,

and an inferior beloved for another.

It's up to you to choose.

Will you follow your heart
or follow your mind and go on?

Obeying the mind is a must, sir.

Wrong!

Life...

Life needs a balance.

Always balance it to choose right.

If you follow your mind only,
you will dry up and die.

If you give up to your heart,
then you're silly.

Always make a balance.

If you make wrong choice, admit it.

Admit it so you can fix it.

Do you get it?

Of course I don't.

[laughs]

Yet, it's okay.

Thanks to my long service for you, I know
there are people who could be like you

and others could be like me,

and others who could be neither
like you nor like me.

We're not among the last ones.

Excuse me, sir.

Okay, Abdel-Aziz?

Yes, sir!

[horse trotting]

[hit]
[groans]

[hit]

[suspenseful music]

Swindler daughter of a swindler.

Pretty eyes of a cunning fox.

Fair hair on a devil's head.

Lips like a divine fruit,

hiding a poisonous tongue behind.

I remember your voice and recognize your
eyes. Are you afraid to unmask your face?

I'm Ali Elzebak and this is my face.

What can I do to the daughter
of the one who killed my father?

The one who killed your father?
What do you mean?

-Your father killed my father.
-It's not my fault.

He's your father.

I must take my revenge on you.

Revenge is a right.

Your pure eyes have no revenge inside.

They have attractive sadness.

Is this flirting or cheating?

I don't have to flirt with you, Ali.
No wise girl starts flirting.

But your sad eyes are charming.

I don't know why my heart
doesn't want to hurt you!

You fell in love with
your enemy's daughter.

Tell me, should you go back
to your father dead,

or would a lock of hair be enough?

Do whatever you want.
I'm not afraid of you.

I shall go back with my heart
missing anyway.

How dare you say that?

Didn't he raise you to be shy?

It's wrong if I don't say that.

I forgive you if you hurt me.
Send my dead body to my father.

My heart was wounded twice.

Once when I lost my father
at your father's hands,

and the second time
when I fell in love at your hands.

Don't be afraid.

I shall keep this veil.

We still have a distance between us.

When I take revenge for my father
and the poor people

on Al-Kalby.

Then we'll both forgive.

He's my father, Ali!

Hassan Ras Al-Ghoul was my father, Zainab.

[horse trotting away]

Zainab! Are you fine?
The guards told me what happened.

Don't worry, father.
He was a good man and didn't harm me.

Wait!

Leave us alone.

Good man!

-Do you know him?
-No.

He was masked. Ask the guards.

-What did you both talk about?
-It didn't take long.

He took by necklace and left.

Zainab, you're my only daughter.

Don't you ever keep a secret from me.

I don't want my enemies to harm you.

You know who you would be?
You would be a queen.

After Egypt is down, you can rule it.

I don't want it down.
I want to live with my lover.

Love is nonsense.
The noble can't feel love.

If you want to control people,
control your heart, Zainab.

Don't worry, Father.
I've been controlling it for a long time.

I know to whom I shall give it.

I will get that man.

I'll find him wherever he is.

Go up to your room.

[birds cooing]

[solemn music]

-Why are you still up?
-My heart won't let me sleep, Mom.

Tell me, Fatma,
how did you marry my father?

When I met him I told him I loved him.
Just that straightforward.

Strange! You told him?

I was behind him on his horse
and I saw it in his eyes.

What did you expect me to do?

Were you with us, Mother?

With you and whom, dear?

It's her, owner of the veil.

She took a part of me with her.

Her smile was like a moon that
illuminated the darkness of the desert.

But I'm afraid.

I'm afraid to get deprived of her eyes
should destiny do us apart.

Oh Ali! You speak like a poet!

Your son is in love.

Love begins where it ends.

Oh Fatma!

-Oh my dear! Tell me about it.
-Words are not enough.

[Fatma laughs]

[sentimental upbeat music]

His majesty Thutmose III
will be a great knight.

Sure. I've raised him myself.

I was like him when I was a child.

[laughs]

You're laughing? Don't you believe it?

I do believe it.

I can have a duel with you to prove it.

You've already dueled
and won and killed me, too.

Neferure, it's time
for your Teacher Senemut's lesson.

OK, mother.

Oh God!

I can read your palm
and know your secrets.

I can end your bad luck
and bring luck to your doorstep.

-Let me read your palm.
-Ali!

-I knew you would come.
-I know this is your place.

Oh God!

-Who knows about the unseen?
-Only God knows.

-Your eyes are so sexy.
-Indecent old man!

There's no decency in love.

If lovers are decent,
they won't touch each other.

Ali! I want my silver back, swindler.

Your eyes shine like silver
and your body is like gold.

My eyes are enchanted with yours.

Crazy old man and ignorant wizard!

Kiss me and I'll do miracles.

I'll take you on my horse and fly away.

Ali! People might see us!

Your eyes are exposed
and people can see them.

If we don't go,
we'll be thrown into the sea.

[laughs]

Wait for my by the lake.
I will change and meet you there.

God! I end bad luck
and bring luck to your doorstep!

I've never been settled, Ali.

I moved from one country to another
until I saw you.

I felt you were my home.

Forget about the Outlaws
and take me anywhere you like.

Anywhere with you is my home.

This is my home, Zainab.
I'll take revenge for my father here.

The outlaw lives with
his beloved in his country.

There's no love away from home.

Love is pride and freedom.

A lover never escapes or hides.

I wish I could be strong like you.

Tomorrow will be bright.

Love is created by God
and He looks after it.

But His slaves are merciless.
They don't care about love or lovers.

Then we'll confront them
and never give up.

Disbelievers in love die
and believers in love live forever.

I hope so, Ali.

Don't worry.

[inhales]

Tell me, Ne'mat...

Would you abandon everything for me?

I would abandon the whole world.

Do you love me?

I owe you too much.

Hadn't it been for you, I would
have remained little Ne'mat.

That's not what I was expecting.

I'm not ungrateful.

Will you marry me?

I agree.

Just let me do my last show.

I agree.

[crowd indistinct chatter]

Ali, come. We need to talk.

Wait, donkey seller!
What's wrong, coppersmith Hamdoun?

Come inside.

Don't leave.

-What's up, Hamdoun?
-Be seated, Ali.

It's no longer safe in here, Ali.

The police impose more taxes.

There can be no trade
in a country under fear.

You're right ,but don't worry.
You're doing well.

Everything will be fine soon.

I can't wait.

I'll leave for pilgrimage then leave
to Fez, my hometown in Morocco.

Are you going to leave me?

May God accept your pilgrimage
and forgive your sins.

I've been here for twenty years
since I was a child.

This is God's will.

Listen...

I can't lose my store.
All my savings are in it.

I can't give it to anyone.

You're good and honest and I love you,

but you're broke.

Listen, Ali, get me fifty dinars
and I sell you my store.

I don't have that money,
Do I look like I have fifty dinars?

Think about it. Keep it a secret.

What do you think?

I'm leaving it to God.

I love you, Hamdoun.

-How about twenty dinars?
-Fifty, Ali!

-[man] Ali!
-I'm coming, donkey seller.

What's this, mother?

Pawn it. Just pawn it. Don't sell it.

Ask someone to do it. We want no trouble.

This is one of its kind, mother!
Where did you hide it?

Presents by dear ones are priceless,
and this one is from your dear father.

He told me that necklace was very old,

and when the time comes,
Ali will guard it.

Don't you know where he found it?

He said it was from Luxor.

That was long ago, before our marriage.

-Is it from the hole I fell into?
-God only knows.

Mortgage it, dear
and you will be a great merchant.

I no longer want to be.

I feel imprisoned in the market, like
a bird in a cage that wants to fly away.

I'm not fit for trade.

With trade, Ali,
you will gain of a high status.

Step by step,
all your dreams will come true.

Glory for my King!
The victor over the enemies!

-You look so tired, my king!
-Battle stress.

We have the remedy.

It was so fierce.
Immortalize it on the temples' walls.

At your command, my king!

We have the rebel leader's son.
Tell me what to do.

Let's kill him. It terrifies the enemy.

Terror breeds revenge, High Priest.

No enemy would tolerate its ruler's son
being offended and killed,

and that the Pharaoh killed a boy.

You speak the truth, my queen.

Has fear become right?

Why don't we give him presents
and send him back as a king?

No, we can raise and honor him,
and teach him our civilization.

He will be grateful for that.

We can teach him our art and history
and to eat and dress like us.

Let him study at our temples.

After he grows up, we send him back
as an educated young man

who rules them with our thoughts.

He will be grateful
and loyal for us forever.

-Where have you been?
-At the market.

You didn't ask for my permission
or take the guards.

You were busy and I don't like the guards.

Really! And I'm supposed to believe that?

-Excuse me, Father.
-Wait, Zainab.

Don't think I don't understand.

I've raised you and I know how you think.

This is not the Zainab I know.

I sense that you changed
and this worries me.

How can I assure you then?

Go back to Isfahan, your homeland.

Many men wish they could marry you.

You get married
and this will make me assured.

No, Father, I grew up in this country.
I won't leave.

If you want to get rid of me,
there's only one way.

You know it.
You did it to my mother. Remember it?

You want to take my daughter and leave?

Stop it, I can no longer bear
your devilish acts.

I will kill you.

[screams and gasps]

[screams]

Don't worry. It will be fine,
with God's will.

-Ali!
-Go now.

I could hardly run away
from father and the guards.

What's wrong, Zainab?

We must escape, Ali.

Escape! Where to?

Anywhere!

I can't, Zainab.

You don't love me then.

I would give everything up for you.

Liar!

Zainab! Zainab!

Zainab! Zainab!

[breathes heavily]

You know how much I love you,
but I must take revenge for my father.

Life is too short, Ali.

-Take me away!
-It's out of my hand.

Mum expects me to take revenge
and so do the Outlaws.

And people must get their rights back.

[cries] No, you want to be a hero
so people would talk about you.

-You don't want me.
-I want you.

I swear I do.

-It's not the time yet.
-And it won't be.

-I can't wait until my dad kills you.
-It will never happen.

Do you know why?
Because wrong can't defeat right.

-Your father is the wrong, Zainab.
-I can't see you kill my dad, Ali.

Think about it.
Escape is the only way out.

Ali Elzebak never escapes.

It's up to you.

The guy Zainab meets is called Ali,
and he works in the market.

It must be him, Mahran.
Have you brought him?

I've brought something more precious.
Get him in!

I've done nothing, sir.

Hamdoun was selling this necklace.

It's a very old one.

It goes back to thousands of years.

-Where did you get it?
-It belongs to Ali.

I mortgaged for him.
I'm innocent! Innocent!

Take him.

Move!

The witch spoke the truth.

This necklace must be from the treasure.

-Hello, shoemaker Sha'ban.
-Hello, Ali.

-Hello, pitcher maker Abdou.
-Hello, Ali.

[playful suspenseful music]

[sword swoosh]

What a bad day!

[nervous chuckle]
Surely you want to arrest me!

Uncle Abdou, keep this with you.

[groans]

[energetic music]

[grunts]

[grunts]
[swords swooshing]

[swords clanking]

[groans]

[sarcastically] Hello, everyone!

Give up, Ali.

Otherwise, they all die.

[movie dialogue]

Did you like the movie, Beshr?

It was great, your majesty.

I'm sure you have not sent for me and
General Hamdy to ask about a movie.

You're always smart, Beshr.

They say your handwriting (Khat)
is beautiful, Hamdy.

Thank you, your majesty.

I love beautiful (Khat).

By the way, is it "Khat" or "Khot"?

It's "Khat", your majesty.

Yes, (Khot) is an upper Egyptian criminal.

Can you imagine this, Beshr?

Thirteen police officers
can't arrest one criminal called Khot.

But like the old days,
only criminals become police chiefs.

-Your majesty...
-I want to hire him

to be among my royal guards
because he's such a strong man!

We'll get him in two days.

You don't have to, Hamdy.

General!

You must be in Upper Egypt tomorrow.
I want that (Khot) dead or alive.

At your command, your majesty.

General!

Don't let your personal life
and your affair with that singer

affect your job. Understood?

Understood, your majesty.

[menacing music]

[whip cracking]
[man groaning in pain]

You thought you could run, Ali?

A fool like your father was!

A fool is the one who thinks himself
better than everyone else.

If you got rid of me,

with every sunrise people like me
will have a feud with you, Kalby.

Stop it, Marawan.

Listen, Ali, I can let you go now
if you tell me where the treasure is.

Take me there and we can share it.

There's something else.
I'll let you marry my daughter.

Zainab, your beloved!

And you will be my right hand.

Then you're safe from me
and I'm safe from you.

The treasure is not mine or yours, Kalby.

I'll sacrifice my life for it.

Then your life is over today,
and I'll reach the treasure.

Mostafa, the warden has sent for you.

-What for?
-Move it! I don't know.

-What's wrong?
-You're Beshr's brother!

-You're spying on us!
-I've done nothing.

You're dying tonight.

[hitting sounds]
[screams in pain]

-What's going on?
-Let's go.

We're run out of patience.
Hatshepsut is the Pharaoh's tongue.

She is his hand, too.

She has lots of allies from the commoners,
army leaders, and the treasury chairman.

Her lover Architect Senenmut
builds temples for her.

Every day he gets a new title.

We're the guardians of faith.

-We're the holy and makers of gods.
-We were so before her.

A priest like you can't say that.

Thanks to us, there is a pharaoh.

We make the god's spirit dwell his body.

We're the mystery that makes people
afraid of looking at his painting.

We've made him look powerful and capable.

We're his secret and greatness.

How do makers of gods

-fear a woman?
-She's not a woman!

She's the Pharaoh! She's protected by
Senenmut and that senile sage Ini.

Hatshepsut, Ini and Senenmut!

We must kill them all at the same night.

I've made the arrangements, sir.

After Lady Ne'mat's show,

the marriage official will
be waiting in Zamalek.

Congratulations, sir.

The king wants me to leave to Upper
Egypt to arrest Khot the criminal.

He alluded to me to break up with Ne'mat.

Shall we continue or cancel everything?

[sighs]

Yes, sir!

Get well soon, my king!

Hatshepsut, [grunts in pain]
do you really want me to live?

May you live long, Pharaoh!

[speaks laboriously] You've
had many chances to kill me

and seize the power,

and kill my son, the only heir,

to be the Pharaoh.

Hatshepsut already rules, my king.

Blood only breeds blood.

Thutmose is like a son to me.

I've raised him to be the pharaoh
who takes over after we die.

Run, Hatshepsut!

Run! Why should I?

They want to kill you.

[winces in pain] I know about it.

The High Priest wants to appoint himself

as guardian of Thutmose III
to rule the country.

The High Priest would conspire
only if you agreed.

You've given them orders to kill me?

Jealousy killed me,
and they messed with my head.

Your power and your relationship
with Senenmut

I couldn't take it.

I've dismissed the guards.

Now, they have the chance.

Run, Hatshepsut!

Egypt needs a powerful pharaoh
who is wise like you,

not priests care only about themselves.

Run!

[exhilarating music]
[winces in pain]

Oh Lord of all lords!

You've made me in the best form ever.

I pray to you
to make the original meet the copy,

and make the drop go back to the sea.

I pray to you, my Lord,

to remove the barrier,

so the lovers meet.

Oh God, the Benevolent!

End our trial and forgive our sins!

[fighting sounds]

How can I help you?

[hit] [moans with pain]

[suspenseful dramatic music]

Put this under Beshr's table.

Please come out, sir.

Oh, Lord, whoever has evil in his heart,

I seek your strength
that is above every strength.

[hits and groans]

[hitting and grunting]

[clock ticking]

Get in.

[car engine starting]

[car door closes]

[clock ticking]

[explosion]

Pull over!

[spears brushing against each other]

[groans]

[grunts]

[gasps]

I beg you, my Lord
to fill his heart with good,

and to forgive him
because he made me meet you.

My Lord and God!

[swooshing]

[energetic suspenseful music]
[sword swooshing]

[grunts]

Run away, people!

-Why did the men come late?
-We thought you would handle it.

[arrow swoosh]

See! We could have run! Answer me.

I'm not leaving, Zainab.

How would I live if they killed you?

Shut up now, Zainab, or I will be killed.

I won't!

[winces in fear]

[kiss]

Where are you going?

[hitting and grunting]

[screaming]

[sword hits the ground]

[screams]

[heroic music]

[screaming]

[panting]

[horse galloping]

-Get back!
-Get back!

[loud indistinct chattering]

[anticipatory music]

At the same moment

when you feel no more evils,

and that you've started
to reach your goal,

it is the very moment
when fate is standing behind you,

laughing,

telling you it's too early,

the hard part is yet to come.

As if confidence is the trap!

As if every moment of relief
you think is the end,

is the beginning of a new fate

that is harder and more dangerous.

END OF PART ONE.

[Arabic song playing]