I have nothing to forgive you for.
Ali: What's the matter with you? You should be
making the most of life. Tomorrow we could all be dead.
Go out! Out!
Ali: Is that her?
She is pretty.
She is married.
Hussein, stand on your head
for the president.
For you he would do anything.
Who is the blonde?
Watch this, Qusay.
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 responsible for my personal security.
(dance music playing)
Oh, yeah.
(chuckling)
Let's celebrate.
(people screaming)
(Uday laughs)
Get up.
Get down.
Hey, what's happened to the music?
Let's have some music.
(laughing) come on.
(dance music playing)
What's the matter with you?
We just won a war.
Dance, everybody.
Uday: Let's celebrate.
Hussein: Another great night for our little prince Uday.
Yes, General Hussein.
Mohamed Ghali!
Ghali: May I present to you the victory arch?
It's a bit small.
No no, your excellency.
This is just a model.
(laughs)
I'm joking.
Tell me about your plans.
I see you have adapted my design.
Only very very slightly, your excellency.
You see how the ground bursts open
and from it springs
an arm of power and determination?
But this is no ordinary arm.
The arm of victory is none other
than the arm of our leader President Saddam Hussein himself,
God preserve and watch over him.
Hmm.
An exact replica of your excellency's arm
enlarged 40 times and cast in metal
from the melted-down weapons of Iraq's martyrs.
Nothing like it exists in the Arab world,
or anywhere else in the world for that matter... (door opens)
...your excellency.
A fitting monument for the martyred sons of Iraq.
Indeed, but expensive, your excellency.
Our victory over Iran
deserves nothing less.
Good good.
Where's my father? He's up there, sir.
Baba. Ah, at last, Kamel.
He would like the food served at 12:00 tomorrow,
No later. For how many?
I don't know, 20 including the president.
Make plenty.
Is Baba here?
No, sir, your father has left.
Is he with the blonde?
Is he with her now?
Or is it a different whore?
She's been here, hasn't she?
You're Baba's little servant.
But Baba won't always be president.
I know
you bring her here.
I know
you arrange their meetings.
You're a pimp.
For my mother
I will kill you.
For my father
I'll let you live.
We can remove the cast now, if your excellency
will permit it. Yes.
(man speaking Arabic)
We fought on Kuwait's behalf. They share in our victory.
They are supposed to be our brothers.
I estimate that Kuwait's increase in oil production
has driven down the prices per barrel by 20%.
At a time when Iraq needs every dollar to rebuild--
why, Tariq? Who wins?
Who buys the oil.
It's not just about the price of oil.
There is more to it.
Raise-- (exclaims)
So sorry, excellency. Okay, my fault, my fault.
Raise the issue at the next OPEC meeting.
I want the other nations
to hear our complaint. Of course.
Excellent, your excellency.
Excellent.
At the U.N. They are talking about the possibility of sanctions.
We'll talk about it at lunch.
You are invited to lunch with my family.
Mr. President, I have first the meetings.
Bring an appetite. If I have to suffer,
so does my deputy.
(pop song playing)
Qusay, at lunch be sure to tell your father
I am not behind these articles
praising me in the newspapers, please.
The victory over Iran belongs
to the president and no one else.
General Rashid, my father understands
that the press have pages to fill.
But you are a hero, Papa.
Sahar, I'm a soldier like any other soldier.
I'll speak to Baba about it.
Anyway, don't worry. You are family now,
Mustapha's grandpa.
Habibti, we really have to go.
Raghad, Raghad, Yallah.
Hussein, this is silly. We're going to be so early.
I want to be early.
I want to make sure I get the seat next to your father
before your idiot brother gets it.
Don't let Baba hear you talk about Uday that way.
It suits you.
You're my brother. You have to say nice things.
If Saddam doesn't see it,
he is either a liar or blind.
It suits you.
I thought the children might have been here, Raghad.
They're at school, Baba.
I don't get to see enough of them.
I could arrange another lunch--
just for you, me and the grandchildren.
Maybe.
It would be fun. The children would love it.
Ali, Tariq is concerned
about Iraq's reputation at the United Nations.
Yes, they are questioning the operation against the Kurds,
in particular at Halabja.
It was war. What do they expect us
to do in war, send flowers?
They are calling it genocide.
Genocide? All because I killed a few Kurds?
No, Ali.
It is because you enjoyed it.
This is supposed to be a family occasion.
And we are government.
Reagan knows about our use of chemical weapons.
And still their foreign policy favors Iraq.
Why, Uday?
They recognize Iraq as the leading Arab nation.
Agreed.
I think all our soldiers are all very courageous.
Don't you, Qusay?
Tariq: I have also noted that the United Nations--
Forget the U.N., Tariq.
Kuwait is our priority.
If the price of oil continues to drop
there will be no economy
and therefore nothing for the U.N. to sanction.
We should take them out, Baba. They are tiny.
A leader must be prepared to negotiate, Uday.
And one day you'll be leader.
You changed your hair.
Do you like it?
It's blond.
If you like it, I like it. Whatever makes you happy.
But do you like it?
It looks cheap.
Baba, it does not. It looks nice.
Adnan: Sajida,
I'm not an expert,
but I think it looks very nice.
Sajida: I've had enough.
Excuse me.
There was a time we only had a river.
It was our playground and our larder.
Times change.
Sajida misses you.
She's still my wife, Adnan.
That's what she misses-- being your wife.
She has everything she's ever wished for and she has you.
I'm not her husband.
I can't, Adnan.
I've taken a new wife.
Samira.
Yes, Samira.
If you wish, tell your sister.
Personally, I didn't want
to cause her unnecessary pain.
When you address me in future, Adnan,
remember I'm your president.
I came as a friend, Mr. President,
not as commander of your army.
But you may wish to know
that your army also feel neglected.
They have fought for peace
and they want to return to their families,
but we have no money to pay them.
One million men, Mr. President,
all waiting to be told what to do.
That's the truth. It's not what you want to hear.
Adnan, wait.
Wait.
I know what you say is true.
I will feed my army and my country,
but I cannot give to Sajida what isn't there anymore.
I'm sorry.
She's your sister.
I hope you understand.
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
Madam, how can I help you?
He married her.
You knew before I knew--
a servant.
Never look at me again. Yes, madam.
I mean no, madam.
Never speak to me.
How would you describe
the mood of the people, Hussein?
Hmm? The people?
The people.
They are happy,
joyful that the war is over.
They are optimistic.
Iraq has a bright future ahead of it
with a great leader.
And what is their view of General Khairallah?
Many see him as the perfect soldier,
an intelligent warrior capable of leading from the front.
And who are these many?
His fellow officers,
the men he commands,
men like Qusay's father-in-law General Rashid.
They would follow him into any battle.
And since the war with Iran
he even has the affection of the people.
Not more than their president, of course.
An army's loyalty should be to Iraq,
not to an individual commander.
What happens if the commander falls in battle?
You are right.
The Kuwaiti problem may escalate.
I need to be sure of everybody.
Good grouping. I'll keep my eye on him.
Are you not shooting, Hussein?
I am here to assist the president.
And how is the president?
He has traitors on his mind.
Kuwait.
A betrayal by brother Arabs
is difficult to stomach.
Agreed.
You are the voice he trusts most, Adnan.
You are practically his brother.
What of it?
He needs you at his shoulder.
Is there room for both of us, Hussein?
I am still learning.
Good shooting.
Reporter: Iraq's muscle-flexing in the gulf has dominated
the OPEC oil ministers talks in Geneva.
Iraq hasn't succeeded in getting
the full price rise it wanted,
but an increase to around $20 a barrel is likely.
Here comes Kuwait.
The last man to rob me
had the grace to wear a mask.
My president has asked me to register
his considerable disappointment
with our brothers from Kuwait.
(woman translating into French)
Kuwaiti greed and overproduction
cost us all dearly.
This is money Iraq can ill afford to lose.
But, gentlemen,
it is my sad duty to reveal
that greed is not the limit
of our complaint against Kuwait.
We have discovered something more sinister.
Please.
We have discovered that the Kuwaitis
have been using American technology
to slant drill into oil fields
under Iraq's sovereign territory.
Extraction of this oil is nothing less
than theft of our natural resources.
(muttering)
I am disappointed to see that our Kuwaiti brothers
appear amused and unconcerned.
Nevertheless, we look forward
to an overdue apology
and we demand an immediate end
to this shameful practice.
Uday: I can't believe he actually married her.
What if he married her because she was pregnant?
What if they have a son?
He would be firstborn.
Don't be stupid, Uday. You are firstborn.
In this family, yes.
Not in his new family.
He doesn't have a new family.
We're the only family. We're the only sons.
So he has a second wife. It happens.
She's a whore.
She's a beautiful whore. Have you seen her?
Zaki, shut it.
Go and see where all that noise is coming from.
(distant dance music playing)
Looks like some party at one of the guesthouses over on the island.
Must be Kamel Hanna.
(distant gunfire)
The little shit.
He'll keep me awake all night.
Come on, Zaki.
Uday, let it go.
Zaki, keep an eye on him.
(loud music playing)
(music stops)
This party is over.
You must all go home.
I said, you must all go home.
Uday, sir,
we have the president's blessing for this party,
so we are entitled to enjoy it.
Why don't you leave us alone, sir?
How dare you speak to me like that?
Get off that. Get down.
I'm trying to be respectful and polite, sir.
I am very drunk.
I can barely see you.
(scattered chuckles)
Don't make fun of me, you fucking whoremonger!
(people screaming)
Uday, stop! Uday!
Uday, stop, please.
It's not worth it.
You killed him. You killed him, Uday.
I can't believe you did it. Shut the fuck up.
What happened? Zaki keeps saying that I killed Kamel Hanna.
You did! Did I?
What do you mean, "Did I"?
You either killed him or you didn't. You must know.
He killed him! How the fuck do you know?
You got his fucking brains all over your stick!
Oh, shit. So what if I killed him, huh?
But he belongs to Baba. He trusted him.
And Baba trusts no one. You know that, Uday.
I'm telling you, this is very serious.
Zaki was there. Tell him he provoked me.
We'll get witnesses to say that he provoked me.
(phone ringing)
Leave it.
Yes. Who is this?
It's Qusay Hussein. What do you want?
Tell him to fuck off, mind his own fucking business.
Tell me it is not true.
No, it is true. Fuck off, Hussein!
Have you told your father? Not yet.
Okay, I will deal with it.
No no no. You tell me
where Baba is sleeping and I'll deal with--
Shit.
Shit. Baba is going to kill me.
Hey, what do you think you are doing now? Shit. Shit.
Uday!
Uday.
Fuck. Fuck. Open the door.
Uday!
Fuck. Open the door.
I mean it. Open the door or I'll kick it in.
Uday!
Shit.
(thud)
Uday, are you okay?
Baba, they made me puke. Saddam, he knows what he did was wrong.
I want to speak to my son alone.
And we have to deal with this properly.
Everybody but my idiot son, out.
Baba, I swear it was an accident.
I didn't mean to kill him.
I'm so sorry.
Hussein!
Give me one good reason
why I shouldn't cut you into pieces--
one reason.
I have no reason.
You think
violence is a pastime?
It is a tool!
What are we?
Barbarians?
Hussein. Excellency.
I want to know everything my son has done--
everything.
And put him in a cell.
(clicks tongue) Little prince,
you have really done it this time.
He's a spiteful child.
I can't believe he killed Kamel Hanna.
I beat him, Samira,
like my stepfather beat me.
You are not your stepfather.
You are not your father.
You are Saddam Hussein.
You had good reason to beat him.
You are the father of the nation.
You have to feed us,
protect us and love us.
And in return we love you too.
(gunshots, people screaming)
Uday: Get up.
Get down.
I'm afraid this type of behavior
seems to be normal for Uday.
He drinks alcohol.
He is violent in public places.
Saddam: That's enough.
Sons are not always like their fathers.
But he is still young.
He brings shame too often to your house, Saddam.
He is still my son.
He is opening the door
for a challenge to the president.
A challenge from where?
From those who feel that Uday's behavior
is typical of this family and this government.
The war with Iran
has all but brought us to our knees.
We are a tired nation.
The war with Iran
has raised Iraq to new heights!
Only Iraq and its president stood up to Khomeini.
We haven't been weakened by war.
We've been enhanced by war,
blessed by victory!
(groans)
Does the Army disagree, general?
Are there cabals who are no longer loyal?
Is that what you are saying?
The loyalty of the army is not in question here.
So who is it that dares
to challenge the president, Adnan?
Tell me as a brother.
The matter in hand is Uday.
I do not wish to see him harmed,
but he is not a leader.
Hussein?
Do you have an opinion?
I may agree with you, Adnan,
that Uday's behavior brings
a degree of shame to this house,
but in all honesty
my opinion does not matter.
I could never presume to place myself
in the shoes of our president--
never.
Hmm.
(door slams)
(cocks gun)
What am I to do about the Kurds?
(gun clicks)
(panting)
Neither Arab nor Iraqi,
loyal only to themselves.
And what about America?
Should I say,
"Thank you, Mr. Bush,
"thank you for your credits
"for the rice and grain,
for your letters of friendship"?
Or do I scream at them
for collaborating with Kuwait,
for squeezing the life
out of my country?
And what of my own people?
Do I spend our dollars on education
and leave us open to attack?
Do I invest in weapons and the army?
Maybe I should forget my responsibilities.
And drink and whore like my son.
Tell me why you should live or die.
Tell me why.
Because I'm sorry.
Because I'm your son.
(sighs)
Baba,
I swear
nothing like this will happen again,
never. I swear.
You are supposed to be my heir.
(sobbing) Baba, I'm sorry.
I promise I'll be good.
I'm sorry.
Yes.
You're sorry.
(keys jingle, gate squeaks)
What's Baba going to do?
Worried, little prince?
You're no longer important.
(lighter clicks)
Yallah.
(lighter clicking)
Gentlemen, I have sad news for all of us.
It concerns a dear friend
and a brave soldier.
It is with regret that I have to inform you
of the death of our comrade and friend,
General Adnan Khairallah.
How? How did he die?
I was informed
just over an hour ago--
a helicopter accident.
We will all miss him greatly.
Some weeks ago
Adnan advised me of unrest within the army.
I've invited you here today
to allow you to voice any opinion
or grievances you may have or might have heard.
The floor is yours.
We face betrayal by Kuwait.
Now is not the time for disharmony.
General Rashid.
Your excellency.
Please leave the room by the door behind you.
Now, general, please.
I demand absolute loyalty from my generals.
Your excellency,
I think I speak on behalf of all of us
gathered here--
you have our undying loyalty and love.
Baba, what's happening?
Does mama know about Amo Adnan?
Not yet.
How did it happen, Baba?
I don't know.
And General Rashid?
What do I tell my Sahar?
You tell her the truth.
You tell her that her father has been placed under house arrest
and that will not change as long as I am president.
Of course.
I understand.
I'm your servant.
Sahar: I have to see him. Qusay: You won't be allowed.
I am his daughter. It is forbidden.
He is to have no visitors, not yet.
You are the president's son. Do something!
I can't.
What are you doing? Going to my father's house.
You can't.
You are going nowhere. Stop it.
Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Do something!
Stop it. Stop it.
You think you can just do as you please?
You can't.
You're my wife.
And that makes you
my father's daughter.
Don't you understand what that means?
Cause trouble and your father will pay.
Accept it.
Here he is, children,
your hero father...
your hero grandfather,
hiding behind his desk in his uniform.
Sajida, what do you want?
Tell them why.
Tell them why you killed my brother.
Tell them!
Tell me!
Raghad, please show your mother to her rooms.
Adnan was your friend.
He loved you
and you needed him.
Now look what you're left with--
men who are nothing but afraid of you.
Adnan was killed in a tragic accident.
I'm sorry.
Accidents do not happen in Iraq anymore.
Sajida, go shopping.
Come on, mama.
Let's go.
At this meeting of the Arab league
nothing can be left to chance.
We need to remind the Emir
that he is an Arab, not a Texas cowboy.
Saddam: Emir.
I wouldn't want there to be
any misunderstanding between us.
By driving down the price of oil
you are declaring economic war on Iraq.
As one Arab to another,
I am asking you to stop.
Saddam Hussein.
If you do not,
we will have to defend our honor.
You think you can intimidate me?
You think you have powerful friends?
But you are not the only one
with powerful friends.
Salam alaikum,
Saddam Hussein al Tikriti.
Salam alaikum.
Ambassador,
I have summoned you here to ask--
what does it mean when America says
it will protect Kuwait?
It can only mean prejudice against Iraq.
We understand that the United States
wants to secure the flow of oil,
but it must not use methods
which it says it disapproves of.
If we feel
that you want to injure our pride
then we will cease to care
and death will be our choice.
Mr. President,
you speak of friendship
and I believe it is clear
from the letters President Bush has sent to you
that we value our friendship with Iraq
extremely highly.
I know you need funds to rebuild your country
but we have no opinion on Arab-Arab conflict
like your border disagreement with Kuwait.
No opinion?
That's correct.
However, I would like to stress
our president's strong desire
for peace and stability in the Middle East.
(door opens) Saddam: Tariq, she backed down.
Hussein: So how was the meeting?
Tariq: These things are always difficult to read.
She expressed no opinion on Arab-Arab conflicts.
The big collaborators have been found out
and they backed down.
That is excellent. Tariq: She also mentioned
President Bush's desire for peace.
Of course.
Peace is what we all desire.
But first the world has to be fair,
and at the moment it is not fair.
Kuwait believes they have powerful friends.
They will never agree to our demands.
They will continue to steal our oil
and they will sell our debt to foreign banks,
effectively making Iraq bankrupt.
We have no choice but to invade, Tariq--
no choice.
Hussein.
(man speaking Arabic)
(laughing)
I can't believe we got the Emir's fucking dinner service.
Make sure none of it gets broken.
Don't worry.
Ohh-hh!
Golden boy.
What, not expecting to see me here?
Does my father know you're here?
Why don't you mind your own business?
And I will mind mine.
Uday, there is enough here for all of us. No fighting.
I've not forgot about you, Hussein.
My father has had many favorites...
but only one first son.
(laughs)
reporter: The aircraft carrier USS Independence
is now being sent to reinforce
American naval strength in the gulf,
as the west ponders over what to do next.
The fact is that President Saddam Hussein
has seized control of some of the world's...
Kuwait and the Americans are buying
the support of 30 nations, Tariq.
It requires the might of 30 nations to face Iraq.
We should be proud.
Now what of negotiations?
Not good news, Mr. President.
None of our grievances will be considered
until we withdraw unconditionally.
They fear me, Tariq.
They want to destroy me.
Mr. President, in the last year
the world has turned on its head.
Russia no longer has influence.
Russia will never abandon Iraq.
Gorbachev will talk
and they will listen.
I'll do my very best. Your excellency!
Deliver Gorbachev. But the--
President Bush Senior: America will not stand aside.
The world will not allow
the strong to swallow up the weak.
(Russian anchorwoman speaking)
for the U.S. response, we go now live
to CNN's Wolf Blitzer live at the Pentagon.
(news jingle playing)
(speaking Arabic)
(news jingle playing)
the deadline for Iraq to comply
with all United Nations' resolutions
passed just over four hours ago
with no sign of Iraqi forces
starting to pull out of Kuwait.
Gentlemen,
war is now inevitable.
This is a war that we have already won.
It takes 30 nations
to stand against one single Arab power.
Already we are glorious.
Qusay: Baba,
maybe we are playing into their hands.
Maybe we should pull back.
Even America would not attack a retreating army.
There will be no retreat.
But the Americans-- they have far superior technology,
smart bombs, missiles.
There is a chance we could be obliterated
before we even see their faces.
The president has spoken.
There will be no retreat.
Saddam: Exactly.
Qusay, America will not be able
to stomach the loss of 10,000 soldiers.
We have the greater will
and we will never bow our heads--
never!
Iraq has become
the nation we dreamed it would be,
and God will be on our side in this,
the mother of all battles.
(sirens wailing)
reporter: Last night they started just before midnight
and continued for over five hours.
Huge explosions shocked central Baghdad.
The engines of approaching cruise missiles and allied bombers
could be heard across the city.
You look tired.
You should rest.
There will be time for rest later.
Saddam Kamel: We can stay at the next house for at least four hours.
It's not far.
(car horn honks)
(crash, horn honking continuously)
Please.
Samira. You are safe.
Samira--
She needs help.
(distant explosions)
(babies crying)
Mr. President.
She fractured her cheekbone, Mr. President,
and of course she will need stitches.
See to it.
Of course.
(explosions booming)
Samira,
I have to go.
No.
I will arrange for you to be taken to safety.
I have to go, my love.
Thank you.
(women and children crying)
We have a new command post ready for your approval.
It is close by.
It is a villa of a loyal party member.
His name is Hafiz.
Baba.
Baba, are you all right? I'm fine.
Everything's all ready inside.
(speaking Arabic)
(radio operator continues speaking)
Mr. President, I wish we had known you were coming.
I would have prepared things.
I must get you out of the city and into hiding.
As long as you are free they cannot claim victory.
I will not hide.
In 300 years
the invasion of Kuwait
will not look like a mistake.
Oh, my wife Aisha.
Can I get you anything? A glass of tea?
Tea, thank you.
We must prepare.
Applaud your victories, my dear citizens.
You have faced the might of 30 countries.
Great Iraqis,
you have won.
You are glorious.
How sweet victory is.
(explosions continue)
(sirens wailing)
I am ordering you to stand and fight.
Stand and fight!
Deserters will be shot. Cowards will be shot.
Do you understand?
Hussein.
What's happening?
The withdrawal from Kuwait is almost complete
and we believe we have inflicted
heavy losses on our enemy.
I'm ordering our forces to regroup at the border.
The coalition will never dare
pursue us into our territory.
Like that, we can counterattack
more effectively from our new positions.
Qusay: Hussein.
It's too late for lies.
My people report a sustained attack,
the main column retreating along highway 80.
The army is trapped on the middle ridge.
We are losing a lot of men.
A large number of units are surrendering
or they are deserting.
Why wasn't I told this?
Saddam: Have the Americans closed the border?
We expect them to do so in the next couple of hours.
Why did you not tell me this?
I have not heard these reports.
You are the commander of my army!
What good would it do?
We're finished.
There is nothing we can do to stop them.
Stop it!!
Pull back all of the Republican Guard units.
They must fall back to defend Baghdad.
Do it now.
This is general Hussein, your commanding officer.
There are new orders for all Republican Guard units...
(radio operator continues in Arabic)
He is sleeping.
To dead men,
which is what we are.
Better dead than being captured.
How can he sleep?
What were we thinking, taking on America?
Can I kill him now?
No one would miss him.
(door opens and closes)
Baba would miss him.
Well, if the Americans come,
I'm going to put a bullet in his head.
If the Americans come,
I'll be pleased to let you.
(man speaking Arabic over radio)
(birds chirping)
Baba,
Baba, wake up.
The Americans have declared a ceasefire.
They are withdrawing to the border.
Are you sure?
(imam chanting)
It's confirmed.
This comes direct from God.
God has chosen life for Saddam Hussein.
I need to see my people.
I must declare our victory!
This is a great victory,
my sons!
(imam chanting)
Praise be to Allah for saving Iraq.
Praise be to Allah for saving Saddam Hussein.
This is my country.
This is my country!
My country!
(instrumental music playing)