NETFLIX SERIES
"She is a mature woman with luscious lips."
"The kind that Arab men who roam the deserts dream about…"
Mazen, stop that!
"In the darkness of movie theater, first kisses were exchanged."
"And, oh…"
"I wasn't just kissing her lips."
"I found myself intoxicated with d…"
- "Dough." - It's "Dew."
[Hassan] Mazen, Mazen!
Take it easy.
You know how girls are into romantic stories and all that.
Razan definitely…
didn't mean to cross any lines.
Calm down, calm down.
"Dew." Hmm.
[laughs]
[both laugh]
- [head thuds on glass] - I told you not to look out the window.
- Look in front of you. - [cries]
[dramatic music playing]
CRASHING EID
[gasps] What the heck?
Sorry, sorry.
Sorry.
- Why were you watching me sleep? - It's four in the afternoon.
Come sit here. I know you're upset.
Let's have a chat.
Communication is very healthy.
Hmm!
Fine, I don't mind talking.
But I want you to do some talking too.
Okay.
Why didn't you tell me that Dad used to hit you?
I found the photos in the closet.
Didn't you say that communication is healthy?
He's your father.
I mean, he did what he did to me, not you.
When I was young, I used to ask you why you and Dad separated.
And you would say, "We were both good people,
but we just couldn't get along."
And I'd say, there must be something else.
Maybe you wanted to upset me, or didn't want me to live with my dad.
What was I to say when you were just seven?
But why did he do that?
I don't know.
But what I know for sure is that it definitely wasn't my fault.
Of course this is not your fault.
I would never have said that.
Did you stay with him for seven years for me?
Of course not.
I mean, yes, for you, but there were many other reasons.
Like Grandma.
Of course.
Mom was definitely against the divorce.
Her big concern was the embarrassment in front of Aunt Hayatt.
But I don't regret the divorce at all.
It's the best thing I've ever done.
[heartfelt music playing]
So why do you listen to them when it comes to Sameer?
I don't want to hear his name.
Sameer is over. There's no Sameer.
In a few days, we'll be back in London.
I'm gonna relax, and I'm never coming back to this nuthouse ever again.
It's up to you if you want to come back when you're older,
but I'm not coming back.
You're fasting, right? Leftovers from yesterday?
- [Lamar] No, I ate this in my sleep. - [Razan chuckles]
I have news for you all.
- Uh-oh. - God help us.
Can you just move a little? We're trying to watch.
Sameer and I are not gonna get married.
Oh, thank God for that. [sighs]
No, no, it's okay. It's okay, really. Don't worry.
I'm convinced.
You made the right decision, sweetheart.
Are we doing the Eid fireworks, Grandpa?
Fireworks are Mom's favorite thing to do in Eid.
No, Hassan.
What fireworks?
There's a cripple in every house because of them,
either an amputated leg, or a severed finger.
Sweetie, come sit here next to me.
Come here, come here. Come on, come to Dad.
It's okay, habibi.
[Mona] Yes, dear sister. It's over.
She's not marrying that Pakistani.
- Of course. - [Mona] Yes, thank God.
We're going to have this Eid gathering at my place,
and we will all have a great time.
[melancholy music playing]
Mama: I'm taking Lamar shopping for new clothes for Eid, okay?
♪ It's over and it's fine ♪
♪ My life is still the same ♪
♪ I eat, laugh, and work ♪
♪ No, I'm not sad ♪
♪ I'm not holding his photo and crying ♪
♪ And I'm not losing my mind ♪
♪ I don't answer soothing words ♪
♪ You being away is not a tragedy ♪
Farouk, can you find out if this guy has left the country?
Good. Come on. Faster.
[upbeat pop music playing]
[no audio]
DAD
♪ I can't deny ♪
♪ That a part in me ♪
♪ Still tells me I should wait ♪
♪ Don't act content and well ♪
♪ Don't act normal ♪
I'm going blind. What are we doing with all this?
We'll give it to the girls at the prayers.
Sweetie, that Sameer thing is really over?
What if I told you that he hasn't left and that he's still here at a hotel?
How do you know all this, Baba?
That's beside the point.
What do you say?
Bye, Lamar.
Bye.
[door opens]
[door closes]
Grandpa's a spy now?
[cell phone vibrates]
Hello?
Yes, Uncle Sofyan.
Yes, yes. I'm ready.
I wish you'd called me sooner.
I'm coming now, right away.
Bye, Mom.
- Where are you going? - Uh…
We're going to get Baraa.
Bye.
[door closes]
Bye.
[laid-back music playing]
[typing]
[Mona, on phone] Hassan, did you buy the Eid chocolates?
Don't worry, Mona.
I called them and I gave them the trays,
and they told me to come pick it up at 5:30.
- Today, Hassan. - Of course, today.
Okay, bye, bye.
[sighs and whispers] Dear God.
Yo!
What do you like? Butterflies? Snappers? Rockets? I'm your man.
No, no, five snappers…
- [man] Cool. - … And five rockets…
- [man] Okay. - … And ten butterflies.
- And five "pishies." - Fi… Five what?
- "Pishies." - What do you mean, "pish"?
That thing you hold out and goes like: "Psht! Psht!"
What's "Psht, psht, psht"? You sound like a frying pan.
- Sparklers. They're called sparklers. - No, it's called a "pishie."
You trying to teach me? That's my business. They're sparklers.
Listen, I'm your dad's age, boy. It's called a "pishie."
Okay, uh, listen, Dad, stay here. I'll be back in half. Done?
- Okay, done. Yeah, yeah, done. - Okay.
- Don't be late. - Stay here.
Don't move a muscle.
[whimsical music playing]
FAMILY CENTER
Back in two minutes, okay? Lock the doors.
[sighs]
It's not like I'm gonna run away.
What if some crazy guy tries to hurt you?
All the crazies are at home.
- [laughs] - Damn right about that.
[dramatic music playing]
[computer chimes]
[exhales]
- Your son's name, please? - Yeah. Baraa Sofyan Mawruth.
[typing]
He's here. Follow me.
This way.
[Sofyan] Hey!
[toy squeaks]
The other side, please.
On the other side.
[dramatic music playing]
Have a seat.
As-salamu alaykum.
Wa 'alaykumu s-salam warahmatullahi.
Is Baraa gonna come in here?
He refuses to see you.
He says he's scared of you.
Scared of me?
He says that you hit him on your last visit.
Not true whatsoever.
Maybe you were playing a bit rough with him.
He got upset.
Children can be very sensitive.
I'm gonna go talk to him myself.
No. Where are you going? Where are you going, sir?
- Let me talk to him. - Please, please, please, sir.
- Baraa. - Wait.
- Baraa. Ask them to wait, please. - Sir, just let them go.
Baraa!
Dareen!
Tell them to wait, please. Tell them to wait!
Please, listen. Please, listen.
Forgive us. There's nothing we can do at our end.
We can't force the child to go with you.
Next time, our specialist will sit with him.
She will try and convince him.
You know, these things take time.
Just take it easy.
You okay? Sofyan?
- Sofyan? - [sighs and whispers] I can't breathe.
Sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down, sit down. Shh.
Shh.
Breathe, breathe, breathe.
- I can't breathe. - Sit down. Sit down.
Sit down, sit down. Breathe, breathe.
[emotional music playing]
Open it. Open it. Open it. Put your window down.
- What? No! - Open your window.
Open your window. I gotta tell you something.
The window, the window. I need to tell you something.
- No! - Open the window.
Sofyan!
- Sofyan? - Come on, quick!
Uncle Sofyan. Uncle Sofyan, are you okay?
I called an ambulance. They'll be here soon.
[Sofyan] Don't tell anyone at home.
Struggling.
But I'm fine. Don't worry.
Can you get some water, please?
But it's Ramadan.
[wistful music playing]
[whistling]
Yo!
Yeah. Come here instead of standing there being shady.
Ah. Here's your order. All of it.
- Yeah. All right. - And here's your "pishie."
- Know how it works? - Of course. How?
Here's how it's done.
You put this here and light them up.
Keep them away from paper and any kids.
I sell them, but I'm not responsible for what happens.
Done? Now, give me the money.
Show me the money.
Whoa!
Only five pishies? Take a hundred.
Wait, come here.
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh.
Quickly.
What? Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!
Hey, pishie man! Psht! Pishie!
Tsk.
[sighs]
Give me the bag.
What's all this?
Uh, I found it here.
Sparklers?
Yeah. Pishies.
- [officer] Pishies? - "Sparklers" is fine.
Go break your fast.
I will let you go because you are an old man.
What about the bag?
- The bag? - Yeah.
- Want to come along? - No, no, no.
Thank you. God bless.
[mischievous music playing]
[telephone operator] The number you have dialed
cannot be reached at the moment.
Please try again at a different time.
Sofyan and Hassan aren't answering.
Baraa was upset last time.
Maybe Sofyan took him out for a walk or something.
Let's not talk about things that might upset us.
- We're never going to see eye to eye. - All this for Aunt Hayatt?
Honestly, she's playing you like a violin.
She's manipulating you, Mom,
to do the things to make her son happy because she's scared of him.
So everything is Hayatt's fault?
No, not at all. Aunt Hayatt is a great mother.
She is. She has her son's back. She'd cut ties with you for him.
They were worried about your family and were trying to protect you.
I don't know what I had to do for you to be on my side in that divorce.
Weren't you worried about me? Were you only worried she'd be upset?
Did you want me to drag my own nephew to court, hmm?
Were you just trying to embarrass me?
They're the ones who should be embarrassed.
- He's the one who used to beat me up. - Why did you allow it?
How can you love your nephew more than your own children?
I love no one more than Sofyan.
But what about me, huh? I'm your child too.
Do you know why Sofyan's lovely?
Because he's a boy, and no one dares to defy him.
No one tells him what to wear, or to come home early. He's untouchable.
Well, now you're a divorcée. You've got your freedom.
You're living abroad. And you even brought your boyfriend here.
Is that what you always wanted?
But that was not my call.
He decided to come of his own accord
because he knew the situation here might be difficult.
You used to tell me, "Once you have your own child,
you'll understand what it feels like to be a mother."
Ever since I had Lamar, seriously,
I can't actually understand how you've been so…
So incapable of giving me affection.
Don't blow things out of proportion.
What, so now you're gonna remove my photo from your WhatsApp?
This is the daughter I gave birth to. I don't know where she's gone.
I don't know who you've become.
[dramatic music playing]
[footsteps recede]
Lamar, if something happens to me, you'll look after Baraa, huh?
Nothing's gonna happen to you.
Uh, I thought you were dying, so I told him to come.
I've, uh, arranged everything at reception.
I hope you're feeling better.
I am, thank you.
As-salamu alaykum.
- [Sofyan] Wa 'alaykumu s-salam, doctor. - How are you?
- I'm all right. - [doctor] It's nothing, you're fine.
It was just a panic attack.
Panic attack?
Anyway, I just want you to rest.
Relax.
Take it one day at a time.
And that's it. You're going to be all right, okay?
- No worries. - Are you sure, doctor?
- Absolutely. You're perfectly fine. - All this was a panic attack?
They must have missed something in the tests.
I don't get panic attacks. I never have.
It's okay to feel a bit of fear.
Wasn't fear.
[chuckles] Was panic.
Really, it's not what you think. Why don't you stop picking on me.
Happy holidays, everyone. Eid is tomorrow.
- Finally! - Yeah! Happy holidays.
Same to you.
Can we leave you, Uncle, or are you gonna panic?
[inhales deeply and sighs]
How's your mom?
- Did you receive someone named Sameer? - Razan.
[Lamar] Mom?
Are you okay?
Yes, yes, I am.
- [Sofyan] Didn't I say not to tell anyone? - I didn't say!
I found your location from Snapchat.
What happened? Where's Baraa?
He said I hit him. Imagine?
You were there. I didn't hit him, I promise.
Right. You're right.
I'm sorry, but why are you at the hospital?
[Lamar] A panic attack.
I never hurt him.
I miss him.
He gets older every time, and I'm missing out on it all.
God help us.
He's your son. Believe me, no matter what happens,
you'll be together.
Hopefully.
He'll come back.
The worst thing about divorce is when they take your children.
But that diver is ace.
- [Sameer] It's good you called. - [Lamar] Thanks for coming.
- Ready for tomorrow? - You're spending Eid with us?
[Sameer] I don't know. I hope so.
Hey, hey. Slow down.
I see you.
[laughs] Here, Sofyan. Stop it.
[whimsical music playing]
Uh, Grandma's calling now.
Should we go ahead?
No. Give us a minute.
I shouldn't have told you to go marry a Pakistani woman.
But your dad's words were in my head,
and that was what came to my mind, honestly.
You talked to my dad?
He called me.
When?
When we were at the restaurant.
I… I said I wanted to wait until he calmed down.
And I told you not to come here.
And I also asked you not to introduce your father to my family.
Tell me, what'd he say?
He just said that it's better for you to marry someone of Pakistani origin.
That's like your mom saying that I'm only marrying you for your money.
It's not true.
He said it would be better for you to marry a virgin, not a divorcée.
Someone with no babies.
I want you.
You and Lamar are my family.
I'm sure of it.
Okay, but what if your dad brings you now a Pakistani bride who is a real bombshell?
- A real bombshell? - Yeah.
Like Dua Lipa?
- I'm out. - [laughs] No, no!
I'm just… I'm joking.
Um…
I've got an idea.
Now you're calling me back?
As-salamu alaykum, Abuji.
Did you marry her?
Uh, not yet. But I'm going to.
She's not good enough for you.
Why don't you marry someone like you?
We'll deal with it when you're back.
[call disconnects]
Hey, listen, there is no pressure from me
to force me onto your family.
Dad said yes.
And Sofyan thinks you're a man.
That's good.
It's just my mom.
- I can wait. - No.
We're going to get married as soon as we're back in London.
Without her approval.
You and Lamar are my family.
[lighthearted music playing]
[door closes]
Where have you been?
Where's Baraa?
He didn't want to come. He's staying with his mother.
[Sofyan sighs]
- May God bring him back to us, my dear. - God willing.
When did you go out?
Apparently, they accused him of beating Baraa.
You beat him?
Of course not. It's all nonsense.
What do you mean?
I don't want to talk about it right now.
[door opens]
My dear Razan.
You can't say that you're never coming back here again.
- Okay. - Wait wait wait.
Oh wow! You got it!
- Yeah. - Only one?
Yeah, but it's one of those real big ones, and…
Really?
Yeah. It can last half an hour.
- Are you ready? - [Lamar] Yeah.
[pops]
[explosion]
[loud pops]
Is that all, Baba?
Uh, no, no, no.
It… It will come back.
[fireworks whistle distantly]
[fireworks pop]
What's this, Grandpa? Is this a half hour?
No, sweetie. It will come. Just wait.
I say it's your turn.
- Huh? My turn? - Mm.
I'm tired.
- Let's go. - [Lamar] Mm-hmm.
So I can't see him during Eid?
[Khaled, on phone] I wish you could, but it won't be possible.
You're a lawyer. You're supposed to help me.
Okay, are you sure you didn't hit him?
I didn't hit him.
[phone beeps off]
[dramatic music playing]
[Sofyan] ♪ Day in, day out ♪
♪ My love I've been dreaming About you and your eyes ♪
♪ My love, I've been dreaming about you ♪
♪ And your eyes ♪
[cries softly]
♪ And my heart has waited for so long ♪
♪ Day in, day out ♪
♪ My love, I'm sleepless ♪
[sniffling]
[Mona] Is this a table worthy of an Eid feast?
What's this?
[Mona] Couldn't you get us a bigger one with a glass top?
[Hassan] I can never do anything right.
[Razan] What are you doing?
Uh, we got this table so we can fit everyone.
How many people are coming?
Mom, is Mazen coming?
Yes, Mazen is coming with his wife and daughter.
Mother!
[Hassan] Razan.
For Lamar.
Her father has to be there.
[pensive music playing]
Right.
Couldn't you get us a table with a glass top?
[Mona] Put the pickles in these bowls.
And you, put the cheese in those.
- [Razan] Okay. - [Mona] Try to fit it all in there.
[Hassan] As-salamu alaykum.
Wa 'alaykumu s-salam.
Happy holidays to you. Look at all you've made here.
Same to you.
Hassan, where did you put my chocolates?
Do you know The Alchemist?
Does he have my chocolates?
The alchemist who searched the whole world for a treasure,
only to find out that the treasure was in his home, under his feet.
Hmm.
[whimsical music playing]
- Hmm. - Hmm?
♪ May we have a blessed holiday ♪
[humming]
Oh, God.
What a mess.
[dramatic music playing]
[inhales deeply]
[exhales]
- [Hayatt] Happy holidays. - [Mona] Same to you, dear.
[Hassan] Allah! Happy holidays!
- How are you, dear? - [Mona] Welcome.
- How are you? - [Hassan] Happy holidays, everyone.
- [Mazen] Nice to see you. - [Hassan] Happy holidays, everyone.
- [Mona] Welcome. - [woman] Happy holidays.
- [Mona] Hello, Mazen. - [girl] Hi!
- [Mona] Welcome. - [Hassan] Welcome, welcome.
[Layth] Same to you.
Why aren't you answering my calls? Naughty girl.
- [Layth] Happy holidays, everyone. - [Hassan] Thank you, same to you.
- [Mona] Come in, please. - Happy holidays.
- [Mona] Hi, Mazen. - [Hassan] Come on in, Mazen. Welcome.
Look at that cute little thing. God bless her. Come on in.
[Mona] It's such a pleasure to have you all here. Welcome.
[sighs]
[whimsical music playing]
[Mona] Hey, little Tamtam. Happy holidays. Give me a kiss.
Kiss her. Say "thank you."
- [Sofyan] As-salamu alaykum. - [Mona] Hello, sweetheart.
- [Sofyan] Happy holidays. - How are you, Sofyan?
- [Sofyan] Happy holidays. - Happy holidays. How have you been?
- [Sofyan] Long time. Long time. - Yes, indeed.
[Hassan] Hey, son. God bless you.
- Hi, Sofyan. - Happy holidays. How are you? Good?
[Sofyan] Good.
Hey.
- Happy holidays, Auntie. - Same to you.
Where's your little boy?
He isn't here today, but my daughter is.
Uh, come on, everyone. Food is ready.
Come on, girls. Come on. Come on.
[Hassan] Come on, come on. Please. Welcome, everyone. Come on.
- Happy holidays. Please. - [Mazen] After you.
[Mona] You're welcome, sweetheart. My pleasure.
- Come on, before it gets cold… - Sofyan.
Huh?
- What's up? - Come. A quick word.
What?
[romantic music playing]
Look at you.
[sighs]
Look, uh…
- You sure you want to do this? - You changed your mind again?
No, no. I'm still on board, just…
Sameer.
No matter what happens, I'm with you.
I'm with you too.
- Okay. - Okay.
What Razan's doing's not acceptable.
Lamar is 13 and her hair is not covered.
Did you talk to your daughter yourself?
I can't do that.
We've been apart all this time. I can't tell her that now.
You want Razan to get her to cover up for you.
Or you.
You're a father.
You know what's funny?
You've never been around Lamar,
but you still want her to be raised your way.
She's the one who asked for a divorce.
Is that Lamar's fault?
Hmm?
Listen, you took yourself out of your daughter's life
because you wanted to start a new one, right?
You did it, and you're too busy anyway.
So don't blame my sister.
Enjoy your time with your daughter.
And in case you haven't noticed,
she's all grown up now.
She's 15. It's tough to change her now.
She's calm, respectful.
And she's funny.
Like her uncle.
[Mona] What are you doing here?
Come on, time to eat.
No, no, stay where you are.
You look lovely. Let me take a photo.
[camera shutters click]
What is it, Mona? Where have they gone?
Uh, they haven't seen each other for a while, so they're catching up.
- They're coming. - [Hayatt] Hmm.
- You should definitely go soon. - Yes, please.
I've been here with the family the whole time.
I promise next time.
[Fatima] This is very delicious.
Lucky me, I get to see you a lot.
Have you found a school yet?
Let's not talk about these things now.
Enjoy Eid.
I'm back in the UK in a couple of days.
[laid-back music playing]
But wouldn't it be better to stay here, closer to me, so I can look after you?
Oh, for God's sake.
Where is Razan?
I've lived with Mom my whole life and I've been fine.
I'm sure you know this, Mazen,
but girls usually get attached to their mothers.
Lina, dear, who do you like more? Mommy or Daddy?
Daddy.
Thank you, Lina.
[chuckling] I buy her the toys.
[laughter]
[Haneen] What are you doing?
[indistinct chatter]
Where is Razan?
[flamboyant music playing]
[door closes]
Who is this, Mona?
Uh, her colleague.
What is he doing here?
For treatment.
Uh, poor guy. He's ill.
Mona, Mona.
Enough. It's useless.
This is Sameer.
Razan's fiancé.
Did you know he was gonna be here?
No.
Why does the chocolate have a bride and groom?
Show me.
[Mazen] Come on, let's go.
[Lamar] You're leaving?
Didn't you want to see me?
[Sofyan] It's okay.
He'll leave now and he'll call you later to go out.
Isn't that right, buddy?
[whimsical music playing]
[Hassan] Hayatt.
Your sister did what she could. Invited everyone. Even Mazen and his wife.
My daughter has the right to get married.
Hmm!
To a Pakistani, Mona?
My daughter lost it because of what your son did to her.
[Layth] Happy holidays, everyone.
- Happy holidays. - [Hassan] Same to you, Layth.
Congratulations.
Thank you. Happy holidays.
Congratulations.
Thanks a lot, Joud.
[door closes]
[inhales sharply and sighs]
[pensive music playing]
Listen, no one is leaving in two days.
You will not leave this country without getting married.
You can't just do what you like.
- She caved at last, thank God! - [Razan laughs]
She's finally with us!
Congratulations, my lovely kids!
- Come, Sameer. Sit down. Sit, sit. Sit. - [Razan] Thank you, Dad.
[Sofyan] Have a seat.
- Happy holidays. - [Sameer] Eid Mubarak.
You're okay with this, Grandma?
Let's hope the Pakistani is better than his predecessor.
- [Razan] Oh, Mom! - Grandma, his name is Sameer.
I'm glad they left, so we can have the food to ourselves.
[all laugh]
[chuckles] Give me, give me.
- Give him some dibyaza. - We're going to eat all that?
- Oh! Sameer, you have to try the dibyaza. - Yeah, he will.
[laid-back music playing]
[phone line beeping]
Hello.
[Mazen, on phone] What?
Lamar loves you so much.
And nothing can ever replace an actual father.
Not a grandfather, an uncle, a stepfather.
No one.
So, what do you want?
Please call Lamar.
Try to meet her before we leave in a couple of days.
[hangs up, line disconnects]
[sighs]
[video game beeps]
Hello.
What are you doing?
Baraa loves this game, so I downloaded it and invited him on.
Look, I'm playing with him.
[video game beeping]
I'll create an account and play.
No, you won't.
- [laughs] - I will.
Okay, okay. Cool, cool. Look, look, look.
[vibrating]
Ah…
[cell phone vibrating continuous]
That's…
Hello?
[Mazen, on phone] How are you, sweetie?
I'm okay.
Uh, I heard you're leaving soon. How could you leave without seeing me?
Would you like to meet me tomorrow?
- Okay. - Okay, see you. Bye.
Bye.
So?
He wants to see me tomorrow.
[uplifting music playing]
- [Sameer] Yeah, yeah… - Abdul Aziz.
I'll take this. It's okay. It's all right.
All right.
No, no, thank you, Sofyan. No need.
[Razan] See you, Dad.
See you, brother.
I think I'll see you next time when we come back, right?
Remember the lady I told you had a research department?
A friend of hers needs a researcher from a foreign university.
Mm-hmm.
Didn't work, huh?
- [both laugh] - No!
Thank you, Mom.
Don't keep her away from me this long again.
- But, you talk to her every day, Mom. - Razan.
No problem. You got it.
Call Grandma every five seconds, okay?
Deal?
And take care of your mother.
I take care of Mom?
Yes. Take care of your mom and of yourself, both of you.
I will.
And remember, this will always be your home.
[Mona] Why so ominous? Did I miss something?
- No, no, I'm just… I'm just saying. - Something happened?
- It didn't mean anything. - All's fine?
Everything is okay, my love. Bye!
- [laughs] - Quick, bye-bye. You'll miss the flight.
Bye-bye.
Go, go, go! Bye.
- Bye. Be well. - [Hassan] Goodbye. Goodbye, my dears.
[both sigh]
- God bless them. - I'm happy. Sameer's a decent guy.
I really hope he turns out to be a good guy.
If he had a sister…
Excuse me?
- For Sofyan. A sister for Sofyan. - What do you mean?
For them to take the whole family as a package?
- I'm sorry. Stop shouting. - Isn't Razan enough?
The man heard you. Bye! Say bye-bye.
Bye-bye! Bye-bye.
[pensive music playing]
See? It was a good idea that I came with you.
100% not a good idea.
Yeah?
I like to disagree, respectfully.
[laughs]
She's trying to run.
It's okay. Let her run.
[loudly] I can't hear you!
- Shh! - [Razan laughs]
[music plays over headphones]
[all laugh]
[pop music playing]
[woman singing in foreign language]
[laid-back music playing]