President George W. Bush: Many Iraqis can hear me tonight
in a translated broadcast
and I have a message for them--
The tyrant will soon be gone.
The day of your liberation is near.
All the decades of deceit and cruelty
have now reached an end.
Saddam Hussein and his sons
must leave Iraq within 48 hours.
Their refusal to do so will result in military conflict
commenced at a time of our choosing.
Events in Iraq have now reached
the final days of decision.
Where's mama? Inside. She's packing.
Why is she packing? Mama, what are you doing?
We can buy new glasses.
Make sure your mother and sisters
have money, gold. And make sure they listen.
They must leave the country immediately.
Come on, Mustafa, the suitcases.
Hala, quickly.
Saddam: But we will not leave Iraq.
We keep moving until the Americans are defeated.
Yes, Baba.
Now go.
Take care of your brother, Qusay.
I will.
Mama, they are not important. We have to go.
Uday. Baba.
(cleric chanting)
(pop music playing)
(children playing)
Is that my little mouse?
(laughs)
Are you enjoying your party?
Saddam.
Ready when you are.
Let's go and find mama.
I'll just be a moment, Barzan.
This little mousy belongs to you.
Habibti. What time will you come?
Soon.
Man: Mr. Deputy.
Sajida: Children, we are going to play a game. Saddam: Let's go, Barzan.
Are they all here?
Yes, everyone's here.
Khomeini has a big mouth.
(people shouting on TV)
Comrades. Thank you, Hamdani.
(people chanting on TV)
Saddam: Heard enough? Ali: More than enough.
He's a dog, son of a bitch.
Bark bark bark all day long every day.
He's a dog with teeth, Ali.
Saddam: Sharp teeth.
We can offer a hand of friendship
but he will bite it off. He wants his revolution
to infect all of the Arab world.
Beginning with the Iraqi Shia.
Exactly.
And he will become more and more dangerous
by the day.
Comrades,
time is running out.
America hopes for a strong Iraq.
The Arab world demands it.
The Iraqi people themselves deserve it.
To the revolution.
To the party.
To unity.
To a new Iraq.
Your hair smells good. I'll be out here.
Mama.
How is the lemonade?
It's too sweet.
Raghad, find Mohammed.
Ask him to join the party. He's shy.
Yes, bebe.
She's becoming a woman.
She's still my baby.
She should marry Barzan's son Mohammed.
It will bond the family closer too.
Mr. Deputy, the president is about to arrive.
Mama, excuse me.
Mr. President. Mr. Deputy.
Sajida, you look beautiful.
You're too kind.
Thank you so much for coming, Mr. President.
Hala will be thrilled.
Not at all. Thank you for inviting
an old man to a seventh birthday party.
It is an important occasion.
Please please, everybody, please carry on.
Where is the birthday girl?
I can't see her. Here she is.
Where? Where?
Here. Here.
All I see is a grown-up princess.
Where is little Hala?
It's me, it's me. (laughs)
Then this gift must be yours, princess.
Oh, you're very kind.
What do we say to the president?
Thank you, Amo Ahmed.
You're welcome, my child.
(all singing birthday song)
Make a wish, habibti, and your dreams will come true.
(all cheering)
Let's leave the women and children to their games.
We have much to discuss, Mr. President.
Okay, you must save me a piece of cake.
Of course I will.
Mr. President.
Please sit down.
There's something I have to say.
I smell disquiet.
I'm concerned about Khomeini
and the proposed union with Syria.
Khomeini continues to call on our people
to join his revolution
because he knows we are weak.
This alliance with Syria
will make us weaker still.
Nonsense. Two Arab peoples
coming together will make for a strong alliance.
Headed by the Syrian president.
Assad of Syria will be first and you will be second.
With Saddam Hussein third?
(laughing)
Is that your true objection?
I have no objection.
Why object to something that does not exist
and will never exist?
I will not allow it.
You will not allow it,
Mr. Deputy?
I smell more than disquiet.
Comrade Bakr, it's over.
Stop. Say no more.
Saddam, your time will come.
We are a team, you and me.
Look at what we have accomplished.
Look at what you have accomplished.
Iraq has schools and hospitals
and food for all of the people.
For the first time in our history
their minds are developed and their bellies are full
because of you and me.
Our country is just beginning to walk in the world.
This alliance, us--
we will make Iraq stronger.
So...
Do I get to eat my cake now?
It is over, comrade.
(door opens and closes)
They won't help you.
Either you resign voluntarily or through force.
Either way you resign.
You have earned your retirement
and it is the wish of each of us
that you get to enjoy it.
(gun clicks)
Adnan Khairallah,
you are my defense minister and an officer in my army.
Come and stand by my side and this--
this will be forgotten.
(sighs)
Hamdani, we think alike, you and me.
Stand by my side.
We'll announce your retirement
due to ill health
and you will name your deputy
as your successor.
The Command Council will never approve it.
You can remain in the presidential palace
until matters are resolved.
Comrade.
Baba Hussein al Majid,
my president.
Cousin Ali.
Tariq Aziz. My president.
Hamdani, my friend. Mr. President.
(door opens and closes)
So it's done.
You are to be president.
Now you will need your brothers more than ever.
Yes, Mama.
And no one must be allowed to do to you
what you have done to Al Bakr.
Don't worry, Mama.
I am making Barzan my head of security.
I'll protect him, Mama.
Let's put you to bed.
Good boy.
Hamdani: I feel like tomorrow I will wake up
in a land of progress and opportunity.
I have ideas
to help build Iraq,
make it ready to take
its rightful place in the world,
and not just the Arab world.
We have a lot of work to do,
me and you.
And I will always be by your side.
Already I feel different.
Feel empowered? Yes.
And you like it?
(laughing) Yes, very much.
Sajida: What's so funny?
Hamdani likes power.
Yes. What's wrong with that?
Al Bakr: It is my view that the man
best qualified to assume the leadership
is my esteemed deputy
Comrade Saddam Hussein.
Mr. President, this is absurd.
Now is not the time
to be stepping aside.
We are on the brink of a new era
in Arab brotherhood.
Comrade Mashhadi, he has made up his mind.
Well, we must respect his decision.
Mr. President,
what's going on here? What is happening?
Please, comrade, please.
I'm very tired.
Then we can only accept your recommendation
by a unanimous vote.
Very well. We will have a vote
in our next session.
The members of the council will need some time
for thoughts and reflection.
(applause)
Where is Hamdani? I don't know.
Comrades, it causes me great pain
that one of my first duties as president
is to tell you that we have uncovered
an atrocious plot
against out beloved Baath party.
(chain jingles)
You can end this now.
Just do what we need and confirm it.
Saddam: My pain is not eased by the fact
that these collaborators
are sitting amongst us here.
Or things could get worse.
A witness.
Now I want you to imagine
your daughter sitting where you're sitting.
Imagine.
Since 1975 I have been
part of a Syrian plot
to overthrow both comrades Saddam and Al Bakr.
(crowd muttering)
When we the conspirators realized
that Al Bakr was to step down
in favor of his deputy,
the assumption of the presidency
by comrade Saddam Hussein
forced us to put into action
a plan to remove him.
But as we did so, we revealed ourselves
and our plans were uncovered.
Comrades, you can imagine
how stunned I was to discover
that I had been betrayed by my closest colleagues.
When the first of the criminals
were arrested, I asked them,
"What political differences are there
"between you and me?
"Did you lack any power or money?
"And if your opinion differed
"on anything,
why didn't you bring it to the party?"
They had nothing to say to defend themselves.
The people whose names are read out
should leave the hall.
Mohammed Ayash,
Fuad Abdullah,
Ahmed Amin,
Amjad Hashem,
Qurdi Abdul Baki,
Bader Abdullah...
We have done nothing. ...Ahmed Mukhtar...
We have done nothing. We're innocent.
...Haidar Jasim...
We're innocent. ...Ali Hussein.
This is all lies. Go out!
I am innocent. Out!
Long live Saddam!
Mashhadi.
Fire.
Fire!
Hamdani: My president,
I came as soon as I got your message.
Is there something wrong?
Hamdani,
forgive me.
You were always my friend.
I have nothing to forgive you for.
Mama?
Habibti, what is it?
Baba says he'll see you now.
Is it true that I'm promised
to Amo Barzan's Mohammed? Is it true?
Mohammed is a good boy
and when the time comes
you must be a good daughter,
a good wife.
It's what your grandmother Subha wants.
He was your friend, Saddam.
His wife was my friend.
How am I supposed to face her?
What am I supposed to tell her?
I did...
what was necessary.
The man who can sacrifice even his best friend
is a man without weakness.
In the eyes of my enemies
I am stronger now.
(piano playing quietly)
(Ali chuckles)
Don't speak unless you're spoken to.
Be respectful and just listen.
Understand? Yes.
Hello. Here come the Al Majids.
No women, gentlemen, no dancing--
What's the matter with you? You should be making the most of life.
Tomorrow we could all be dead. (laughs)
You are a funny man, Ali.
Take a seat, Hussein.
So who saw it coming?
Hamdani.
Saddam.
You didn't know?
Did he tell you why?
Only Saddam knows what Saddam is thinking.
Only Saddam knows what we're all thinking.
You believe that?
If Saddam believes it, that's all that matters.
But Hamdani was the fixer. He was as good as Saddam's right hand.
Maybe he has a big mouth.
Maybe he couldn't handle his whisky. The two don't mix.
Cousin, I'm simply talking
amongst friends, amongst family.
Hamdani wasn't family.
Be careful. Nor am I.
Yeah, but you're a Christian, Tariq.
You're a threat to no one but yourself.
Hamdani was too clever for his own good.
He is the past.
Ali: Tonight, my friends,
I'm getting drunk, I'm getting laid.
And in the morning I won't remember a thing
except my loyalty to our president
who is neither Al Majid nor Ibrahim,
but half and half. (laughs)
Go fuck a donkey, go.
(sniggers)
(Ali laughs)
I can't do this.
I loved him like a brother.
Hamdani, he and I spoke many times,
so many times,
about how we would put a nation
before our own needs.
Did he ever talk like that to you?
Yes.
Always.
So I know in my heart
that he would have understood
that in my place
he would have done the same.
Wife: If it is good for Iraq
it is good for me.
He believed in you, Amo Saddam.
He followed you in all things.
And so do I.
Tell me
what I and my children
can do to serve you and Iraq?
(people chanting) Saddam, Saddam, Saddam!
(women ululating)
(festive music playing)
Uday: Why can't we go somewhere where there are bigger animals?
I'm tired of shooting these birds.
Ali: You hear that, Saddam?
Your boy wants to shoot something bigger.
If Qusay was here, I could shoot him.
One day you'll shoot a lion, Uday.
This is the middle of nowhere.
Tikrit is not the middle of nowhere. Come.
There's nothing here.
Mr. President.
Okay, you see?
He's yours.
Aim carefully.
Good.
His name is Khomeini.
(gunshot)
(Ali laughing)
Bastard!
Saddam: Never mind. Never mind.
When I was a boy, if I missed
it meant empty bellies for my family
and a beating from my stepfather.
Come.
(laughs) He was a bastard.
(children playing)
I don't know why we have to come back
to this godforsaken place.
It's home.
Be careful with that.
And this thing with the tent--
The entire wealth of the country is ours,
and what do we do? We put up a tent.
It's true, Adnan.
What's wrong with going to London or Paris?
Make him happy, Sajida.
If Saddam is happy,
then it will be easier for me.
What do you mean?
I don't want him to rush into war.
He has his sights set on Khomeini.
Then speak plainly.
As long as my sister is on my side, I will.
Adnan, he loves you.
You're practically his brother.
We took him in. We fed him.
We all grew up together. He will listen to you.
He is president.
He will listen.
Be good to Subha.
It's hard to believe, but she still has influence.
Look at her.
She doesn't like the way I dress.
Can you believe it?
Shh.
(birds squawking)
Look around you, Uday. Look around.
The land between two rivers--
the first great armies and empires
were founded here.
Do you know the first laws were written here?
We have the birthplace of civilization beneath our feet.
And we will make it great again, you and I.
We are lucky men, Uday.
We have
a land to die for.
Baba, I'm hot.
Have you heard a word I've said?
You are your mother's son.
Of course you're hot.
We are in the desert.
Drink some water.
We are hunters.
(speaks Arabic) Come.
Next time maybe I'll bring Qusay.
(car horns honking)
(pop song playing)
(woman speaking Arabic)
Ali: We did well.
Habibi.
Your mother wants to talk to you. She's inside.
Isn't that Tariq? What does he want?
I'll be with her as soon as I can. Tell her.
Tariq: Barzan is already interrogating him.
An agent of Iran?
No doubt.
Son of a dog.
And in the south
Mohammed Baqr al Sadr and his Dawa party
have now pledged open allegiance to Khomeini.
Treason.
Adnan: I have my army units at the ready
in case of uprising.
Iraq's army. Of course.
Mohammed Baqr Sadr is one man.
It is Khomeini who is the problem.
Khomeini is a cause.
I struggle to see any option but military.
Adnan: We don't want to appear weak,
but would it be an idea to seek the views of our allies,
both Arab and western? If there is to be war,
they will benefit, so why shouldn't they contribute?
Tariq: And they would like to protect
Their supply of oil. Of course.
Adnan: Access to information from the American satellites
would be a great advantage,
providing we know our objective.
Our objective is to cut off the head of the snake.
Excuse me.
So it's war.
I don't understand. You're holding council
without the people that really matter-- the Ibrahims.
Mama, we are hunting. And talking.
Where is Barzan? Where's Sabawi, Watban?
They're busy. They should be here.
Ali Hassan al Majid is here.
He brings his cousin Hussein.
Who is also my cousin.
Mama, what do you want, in the name of Allah?
They are eager to show their loyalty.
They are eager to make their fortunes.
It is your brother that should be always here
Beside you at the council. Half-brother.
And your elder son
has the grace of a pig.
And your wife allows it.
All the way here he did nothing but break wind.
Uday is a boy, Mama.
What should I do, beat him
like Barzan's father did to me,
drive him away from his home?
You have too much to say to your mother.
Leave me. I'm tired.
(pop song playing)
(woman speaking Arabic)
And cut!
Very good, impressive. Is that what it was really like?
Well, in reality that would have hurt.
The film will cover the early life of our president
when he was fighting for a free Iraq.
It's for the people, for the purposes of morale.
Saddam. Amo, what an honor.
You did well. Thank you.
These gentlemen are from "Time Magazine."
Saddam Kamel.
Remarkable resemblance, don't you think?
You're cousins, right?
That is correct.
Saddam Kamel is my brother.
And you're Saddam and you're Hussein.
We have a lot to live up to.
Unbelievable.
Saddam: We want to have good relations with the U.S.
We want people in America to understand
what has happened inside Iraq.
And is there opposition to the war
from the Shia in your own country, Mr. President?
Ask the people directly. Go into their homes.
See their love for their country.
And for their president.
No one forces them to put the pictures
of Saddam Hussein on their walls.
Still, they choose to do that.
Is it true that the war is going to bankrupt the economy?
These stories are lies.
Speak to the people.
Ask them if they want for anything.
And what of reports of Iran's military success,
forcing Iraqi troops back to the borders?
Recently Iran has been receiving foreign assistance.
But what about--?
Iraq is a country of principle.
We are fighting a man of superficiality.
Principle will be the victor.
Do you think that--? Now, gentlemen,
we have something special to show you.
Excellent.
You have worked very hard.
The children enjoy it, Amo, very much.
Tell me,
how many of you
have fathers or brothers in the army?
Oh.
Good. You should be proud.
This girl looks like my own daughter Hala.
She's very pretty.
Tell me, when you are at home
with Papa and Mama,
what does Baba say about Amo Saddam?
Anything at all?
Baba says,
"Long live Amo Saddam."
Beautiful. Thank you.
(laughs)
Please.
Slow down.
I hope you have enjoyed your visit
as much as I have, Amo.
It would be wonderful
if you could visit us again soon.
I would like that.
I'll arrange it.
(classical music playing)
Ali: Hussein is a good boy, a good soldier.
He'd never let you down. He's loyal.
Yes, I like him. I'm pleased for the family.
Kamel Hanna. Yes, your excellency?
Ask the lady to join us, Yes.
Hussein, stand on your head
for the president.
(laughs)
He would do it.
For you he would do anything.
(both laugh)
Is that her?
She is pretty.
She is married. So what?
Mr. President, we are honored.
And I'm honored you're honored.
Please.
You look beautiful.
Sit here next to me.
Thank you.
May I just--?
So I can see you.
And I you.
(chuckles) Thank you for coming.
We are honored.
Yes, you said.
May I say that your wife is very beautiful?
You must love her very much.
I do.
I think our president
likes her.
She's my wife.
Beautiful.
I'd really do nothing if I were you.
There will be compensation.
(news jingle playing)
Why am I reading of Iranian successes on the battlefield?
Barzan: You would have been informed.
What else has been hidden from me?
Were you hiding it from me, Barzan?
No.
No, a report has been prepared.
Why did we fail at Al-Muhammarah?
Adnan: We were taking too many casualties
and a withdrawal was ordered.
So our soldiers refused to die for their country?
It was becoming a massacre, Mr. President.
It was a tactical decision
to fall back and regroup.
It was a coward's decision, General Khairallah.
I want Colonel Ahmad al Dulaimi
and general Jawad Shiatna executed.
Adnan: They are two of our best.
Their decision was purely tactical.
The Iraqi Army
does not retreat.
Do you understand?
Barzan, summon the commanders in question
and oversee their execution immediately.
Hussein, come with me.
Stand for the president.
Hussein is like Saddam's Siamese fucking twin.
He's doing his job, Barzan, nothing more.
Yeah, he's doing something.
How is she?
Barzan's with her.
She's very weak.
Mama.
Barzan,
leave us.
I want to talk to Saddam.
Your strength
is in the family.
Blood is permanent.
I want Raghad
to marry Barzan's boy.
I want you to keep the family together,
my family.
Mama, why are you talking like this?
Keep Barzan close.
He was always loyal to you,
even when he was little.
You should--
you should rest, Mama.
It is a good thing
that you never knew your father.
He was bad blood.
(wheezing)
You...
gave me nothing.
(people praying in unison)
(cleric chanting a prayer)
Saddam, she was proud of you
and of our strength as a family.
As I am.
You should know, Barzan,
it was her wish before she died
that Raghad should marry Hussein.
No, Raghad has been promised
to my son Mohammed for years.
It was her wish.
No.
She thought it was time
to recognize my father's family.
She said that?
Saddam, I've been loyal to you always,
and now this insult, not just to me
but to all the Ibrahims.
Please think of my honor.
(people chattering)
Hussein, the driver of this truck
is to be arrested.
Those coffins should be covered.
Mothers and wives do not need
to be reminded of their sacrifice.
Everything in the city is to be normal.
Shouldn't we also be thinking of other towns and cities?
Our soldiers come from all over.
What about the wives and mothers of Mosul,
Basra, Dukail?
Victory will heal everything.
Yes, victory will bring rewards for all.
These places belong to the Shia.
You have to go to them, let them see you.
The war is casting a shadow
only you can lift.
(crowd cheering)
(horns honking)
Saddam: O, great Iraqi people,
O, glorious masses of the Arab nations,
we will have justice.
We will have victory over Khomeini.
Just as our nation were once the invaders of the past,
so we will crush Khomeini in this second...
no one has sacrificed more than your brothers,
but the 39,000 people of Dukail
are loyal to the country,
to the party
and to Saddam Hussein!
(car horns honking)
Yes, Saddam, yes! Yes, Saddam, yes!
(tires screeching)
(gunfire)
(people yelling)
Are you injured, Mr. President?
They tried to kill me. They tried to kill me.
We need to get you out of here.
No, we must go back to Dukail.
Now. Now!
These few shots
won't frighten the people of Iraq
and they won't frighten Saddam Hussein.
We will find the assassins
and, I swear on my honor,
we will have justice,
we will have victory
over these agents of Khomeini.
(crowd cheering)
My men are making arrests already.
Hussein, how many rounds of ammunition
were fired at my cars?
My estimate is in excess of 300.
300 rounds.
I am not immortal.
All it takes is one bullet--
one bullet.
Yet these traitors were given 300 opportunities to kill me.
Yes, and they will be found and punished.
I hear you are the second most powerful man
in Iraq, Barzan.
Some might say you have the most to gain
from my assassination.
No. No.
No one is more loyal than me.
Saddam, I am your brother.
I will do my duty.
I will find the traitors.
I promise.
(low rumbling)
(large engine revving)
(people screaming)
( rapid gunfire ) Tear it all down-- everything!
I want everything destroyed!
Every house, every brick--
everything destroyed,
crushed!
Leave nothing standing!
Get rid of it all!
Separate the men from the women.
(festive music playing)
Beautiful.
You look simply beautiful.
Paris is beautiful.
Who's the blond?
Just some friend of Tariq's.
Barzan, you look worried.
He couldn't find a donkey.
That's a good one.
I want you to know
I would only trust the happiness of my daughter
to a man who owes me everything.
Hussein is such a man.
He will be a good husband.
Okay, habibti?
(door opens)
Mr. President, I have things that need to be said.
It's done.
I have carried out your orders to the letter.
Dujail is gone.
And it's my wedding gift to you.
Raghad, please.
The traitors, their families,
their associates-- all gone.
I know.
I'm ready to serve my president, my brother.
From now on, Barzan,
Hussein will be responsible for my personal security.
He will be my son.
I trust him.
We will talk more later.
No. Why are you insulting me this way?
I have been loyal to you.
I have done everything that you asked of me.
I even accepted this wedding.
Saddam, by continuing to favor the Al Majid,
you are surrounding yourself with weakness.
They are not interested in Iraq.
Know your place, Barzan.
They are my blood, you understand?
And I know a traitor before he knows himself.
I have given you my soul.
You will attend the wedding
and then you will leave Iraq.
(women ululating)
(applause)
Habibti.
(ululating)
Watch this, Qusay.
Cool, eh?
(instrumental music playing)