NETFLIX SERIES
[upbeat music playing]
[Hayatt] He should be grateful.
I'm not controlling or manipulative.
I never stopped him seeing his friends.
I'm a kind woman, Mona.
God, I hope he loves me.
Your husband will never love you, Aunt Hayatt.
All you do is shout at your kids. And you also beat them.
Razan!
[percussive music playing]
Hey, Hassan, this girl really needs discipline.
[door creaks closed]
- I need discipline? - [Hassan] Of course not.
I like that you do what you want, and you simply don't care.
Come here. So, what did you say?
Aunt Hayatt keeps saying,
"I don't know why my husband doesn't love me."
[laid-back music playing]
[doorbell rings on movie screen]
[door creaks open onscreen]
[loud thud onscreen]
[woman humming eerily onscreen]
[music ends]
[sighs]
[audience murmuring indistinctly]
Scared?
The film was boring, so no.
Yeah, that totally freaked me out.
[chuckles]
All right. I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
Yeah. Yeah. Let's all go.
- No! - Uh, no!
Okay.
[Razan clears throat]
Go when he says, "yes."
- They're the last ones? - Yes.
- Okay. - Okay, "Yes," pop it.
- Got it. - Go!
Hey, you okay?
[Razan] Mm.
- Everything is gonna be all right. - Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm okay.
[Razan] Sameer.
Razan?
[sighs]
We have been together for two years.
Honestly, I didn't think I'd let a man into my life again at all,
especially now that I've got Lamar.
But you…
You're sweet, and, uh, you've got no issues.
And, uh, no problems.
You know,
sometimes I feel you're not a man.
No, in a good way! Sameer! You get me, right?
But just because you're so amazing.
- Sameer! - Yeah, okay, look,
I expected this to end in pain anyway, so just say it.
[Razan] Say what?
You're going back to Saudi?
Will you just hear me out now? Will you?
- Wait! - Yes, yes, yes.
[loud pop]
- Stay with me. Focus. - What the hell was that?
Sorry, sorry. Don't… Don't mind me.
Life is absurd. Just don't mind him.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
- Sorry? - Focus.
Ooh! Sameer, ahem…
- Uh… Do you want to marry me? - Yes, of course I want to marry you.
[loud pop]
Congrats!
What… are… is this… are you… Are you actually asking me right now?
Is this a proposal? Are you for real?
Yes, yes, of course I want to marry you.
- [laughs] - Razan!
Oh, my God.
- Woo-hoo! Look at this. - Hey. Hey, uh…
Uh, are your parents gonna be okay with you marrying someone who isn't Saudi?
Why not?
Because…
We're from Pakistan.
And?
I've lived before in the Middle East, and I know they won't accept me.
Oh, it's fine.
I'm gonna go back and talk to them…
- Okay. - … And…
Believe me, as long as you are Muslim, we are all right.
- Inshallah. - Inshallah.
Look at that. Is there another one? Is there another one in here?
Hold on. Hold on. Look at that.
Okay. Oh, um…
What if I came back with you and proposed directly to your family?
- Uh… - No.
- Isn't that the Saudi way? - Of course not.
Seriously, are you marrying me or marrying my family?
Uh, you.
I love you because you're different. The end.
- Okay. - Trust me.
I do.
Mm, look at that.
Hey, you want us to get married?
[Middle Eastern music plays]
[laughs] What's happening?
- Lamar? - [chuckling]
- I think he thinks that's dancing. - That's not me.
[music continuous]
- We'll get married. - [Lamar] Okay, stop, stop.
- That's really cool. - Yeah.
[uplifting music playing]
- Yeah, Mona. - [Mona, on phone] Hello.
- The furniture come? - Yeah, and they're gone.
Why didn't you call me?
I needed to tell them to assemble the bed.
Should have arranged it at the store.
Darling, because it's expensive.
What do you want me to do?
Fine, fine, Mona. Fine.
Bye.
- Salam. - Alaykum salam.
[woman] I missed you!
[sighs] And if they jumped in the fire,
would you still follow?
Yeah, welcome back. It's been so long.
[Hassan] May God help us.
You are right.
Forgive us, God, in this holy month.
- Amen. - Amen.
Dad!
[woman speaking indistinctly over PA]
Hey!
- Hi! - Oh, Lamar! Look at you!
You have really grown. You're a young woman.
Mashallah.
Dad doesn't like to show affection in public.
[Razan laughs]
Where is the rest of your luggage?
I shipped them.
It's much cheaper, and it'll be here in days.
Ah. Okay. Let's go.
Welcome back.
- What? - Later, later.
JEDDAH BRIDE OF THE RED SEA
[Hassan] Lamar, dear.
How about we play "In the Summer Sun"
to go with your mom's outfit.
[all chuckle]
Dad, I really missed you.
I missed you too, my sweetheart.
- Grandpa. - Hmm?
Wasn't Uncle Sofyan supposed to pick us up from the airport?
Where is he?
Sorry, dear. Uncle Sofyan had to go to court.
I've always been right about people.
When I saw her dad, I knew it wasn't going to work.
But back then, all he wanted was a wife and a family.
No one wants to be alone.
You know, Lamar,
everybody comes to me to ask for advice…
except my wife and kids.
What did you say, Grandpa?
Huh? No, I was saying…
- ♪ In the summer sun ♪ - [both laugh]
♪ We're having fun ♪
[Mona] Hello, my darling. Welcome.
- Oh, look at you. - [inhales and sighs]
You've grown. You could be a bride.
- [Lamar] I'm just 15. - [Mona] Yes, you are, sweetie.
- [sighs heavily] - How was your flight?
- [Lamar] It was good. - [Mona] Enjoyed it?
- What's this dress? English? - [Lamar] Hmm?
[Mona] Welcome, my dear. It's so good to see you…
- [Razan] Hi, Mom. - … My darling, really.
The one who took my granddaughter from me.
Mom, no one took her from you. You call her every day.
- You don't want me to call her either? - No, relax.
I love it when you call her.
Mashallah. You are both in summer clothes. No cover. Mashallah, very liberal.
Put in two dates, one yogurt, and one snack.
- Like this? - Yes, that's it. Good girl, Lamar.
You're the best.
Hey, Mom.
- Um… - Do you know what we're doing?
- It's breakfast for the fasting. - Mm!
We give it out
to anyone who can't make it home before sunset.
Maybe God will answer my prayers and I get to see my grandson.
Amen to that. I really hope we can see Sofyan's son.
I hope so. All my grandchildren got taken away.
I guess the English don't teach you much about fasting, right?
Hmm.
Right, Grandma.
The English only taught me how to drink.
Drink tea. Drink tea.
Not now.
[mouthing]
You know, Mom, in the UK there are Muslims everywhere.
I mean, almost all nationalities.
Like, uh… Malaysians, Arabs, of course,
Europeans, and Pakistanis.
[Mona tsks]
All those, their Islam is not like ours. We're different.
[chiming]
Grandma Hayatt.
What, I can't speak to my sister?
No. I didn't say anything. Say hi for me.
Hello, dear.
[Hassan] Yeah.
No. No, of course not. My daughter has a PhD.
Yes.
Uh… Hold on a second.
Sweetheart, this is a friend of mine.
He has a big, fancy clinic, Singaporean-style.
- Singaporean? - Yeah.
Uh-uh, I'll talk to him later, Dad, okay?
Why wait? It's only a few words.
Uh, just introduce yourself.
Call him uncle because he's older, huh?
Dad, thank you. I really appreciate it.
But, I mean, um, my plan is to work in research.
I'm not really interested in a clinic now.
- Y-Your plan? - Mm.
[sighs]
Sure.
Uh, yes, Doctor.
Excuse me, you know, Ramadan is a busy period.
Iftar and so…
Um, tell me, Doctor, do you have a research department?
- Hey, when will you tell them? - Don't stress me.
- You need to tell them now. - I will, I will.
[Razan] It's better to tell her now…
Shh.
Let's put everything in a bag
so you can take it with you.
I put everything in a bag so you can carry it.
Um… Mom?
Let me know when you're free.
I'd like to sit and talk to you about something.
That bag won't do. It'll tear.
[sighs]
Let me go and get you another bag. A sturdy one.
A PhD, she says. She can't even pick a bag.
[snickers]
Wow.
[sighs]
- Imagine if I brought Sameer here. - Shh! She'll hear you.
[whispers] Imagine if I brought Sameer.
[dramatic Middle Eastern music playing]
[Lamar] Mom, look how we all look happy except you.
Why so sad?
[chuckles]
GRANDMA, GRANDPA, MOM, LAMAR, SOFYAN
[laughs]
[pensive music playing]
- Um… Mama? - Hmm?
I want to buy a robe.
- A robe? - Yes, a robe. I mean…
for today's iftar.
[Mona] ♪ Razan is here ♪
♪ Oh, what a joy ♪
[sighs] What did you want to talk about?
You got this.
- Uh, nothing important, Mom.
What are you saying?
[Mona] Come on, shock me, horrify me.
Tell me what catastrophe you have in store,
because later on I'll be too tired to deal with anything.
Mom, what's that?
Abayas. For you to try them on.
No, Mom.
[Lamar] Mom, check this out.
It doesn't look like an abaya. Uh…
Please, enough, Mom.
[sighs]
[wistful music playing]
[sighs]
Shit.
[cell phone ringing]
- Hi, baby. - [Sameer, on phone] Hi.
I've been thinking about you and want to be there.
- No! - Look…
- I can help. - I told them already.
Oh my God. That's amazing.
So, I can meet them now, right?
Look, I got a surprise for you. You're gonna love it, okay?
Uh, now is not the time. Let's talk later, okay? Bye.
No, no, no, but just… just listen…
[dramatic music playing]
[knock on door]
[Mona] I got you a light abaya. That won't bother you in the heat.
[dramatic music playing]
[Razan] Sofyan.
[Sofyan] Hey! Hey!
- Welcome back. - [Lamar] Thank you.
Wow. You're all grown up now. You could be a bride.
Uncle, you do know I'm only 15, right?
Of course I know. And your mom is the mother of a bride.
[laughs]
Okay, why don't you go and I'll follow you girls.
Because I'll let the driver in.
Okay?
It's okay. I'll wait here.
[sighs]
Razan.
Please.
Let him in, and come sit and tell me what happened in court.
Razan, I need to let him in. Please go. Just go inside.
Let him in while I'm here. It's okay.
Razan, you're not in Britain.
I'm not okay with a Pakistani seeing you.
You look Indian, eh?
British.
British?
My family are from Pakistan.
Pakistan. The best, really.
Tell me, uh, do they teach the Indian curriculum there in Arabic?
In India? I don't know.
Hmm.
Tell me, are you here for work, or, uh… Hmm?
Um…
I'm here to get married.
God bless! Mashallah…
No Pakistani women in the UK?
Uh…
She's Saudi.
- Really? - Really.
You must be rich, huh?
[sighs]
Is she Saudi from Pakistani origin?
No.
Relative?
Is she ill?
A widow?
Divorced.
Divorced?
Divorced women are great.
Hmm.
Yes. Perfect.
I wish you all the best.
- [soft music playing over phone] - [sighs]
[sighs]
Oh wow. Whose room is this?
This is yours and your mother's.
- It's lovely, Grandpa. - [laughs]
So Mom and Grandma don't argue.
No. Mom and Grandma won't argue.
- They will just end up killing each other. - [both laugh]
No, sweetie.
- This is to give you both some privacy. - Cute.
- [phone line beeps] - [man, on phone] Hello?
Hey, man, where have you been?
You left me for more than ten minutes on hold.
- Is the guy coming or not? - [line clicks, music resumes over phone]
Huh!
I'll complain to Consumer Protection.
Hmm. Do that.
Um, sweetie?
Did you call your dad to say hi?
What am I supposed to tell him? "The daughter you ignore is in Jeddah"?
Come on, that's rude. Show some respect.
You're not a little girl anymore.
Hmm. I know. I can be a bride?
What bride? Forget your grandmother's nonsense.
- It's just a joke. - Right.
Sweetie?
Every girl in the world needs her father.
I don't need him. I have Mom who looks after me.
It's not the same. You need your father.
- [phone line beeps] - [man on phone] Hello?
Finally. That's enough. Where are you? Where is the furniture guy?
On the way, but he got lost in your neighborhood.
And if I go look and I don't find him?
You can complain to Customer Protection.
[laughs]
I'll go out to look for him. Wait here.
[footsteps recede]
[door opens]
[muffled explosions over TV]
[gunfire over TV]
- Well? - I don't know.
- The custody? - I don't know.
Ask him.
- What is it? - You went to court in your gym clothes?
No, Mom. I didn't go. The lawyer went for me.
You lost custody, huh?
No, Ma. That's irrelevant.
Maybe it's better if he's with her, since he's so young.
Mm. Yeah, maybe.
Do you know his mom?
You know nothing.
I haven't seen my son for three months.
Access is now once a week, and no overnights.
So, enough talk.
My furniture will come today, okay?
Sweetie, why didn't you go to court today?
It's not because I didn't go.
It's because she's a woman and a liar.
To be honest, divorce is hard.
- It brings out the worst in people. - Mm.
Razan, don't compare my divorce to yours, hmm?
I can't just threaten my ex, "Hey, give me my son, or I'll kill you!"
- I said, "I'll kill you"? - Yeah, you did.
I said, "I'll kill you"?
- No, of course not. - I didn't say that.
You know what would happen if I said that? I'd be locked up.
- Hmm! - Don't compare.
You women get what you want with your crocodile tears.
Just say I'm right. I can hear you.
Admit it.
Wrong. Crocodile tears are men's choice.
Hmm. Heard that.
[sighs]
[mischievous music playing]
[Hassan] Are you here for the bed?
The bed. Uh, fixing the bed.
[laughs]
- What "ha, ha, ha"? Are you following me? - Sir, uh…
- The bed. The bed. - No, um…
Furniture man, huh?
No, no. I'm Sameer.
Not Sameer. The bed, the bed. Come, come.
Come, come.
[lighthearted music playing]
Come on. It's here. Come, come.
- Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. - Easy. Take it easy, man.
[Hassan] There's the bed, here.
This is it here. Here.
It's here, son.
Come on.
Um, do you want me to make the bed?
What else are you here for? Fix it.
Yeah, uh, I know this one.
- So, yeah. It's no problem. Yeah. - Okay.
Thank God you know.
Mom! Mom!
- Huh? - Mom. Sameer.
Sameer's come with Grandpa.
- [laughs] - I swear, I'm not joking. Really, Mom.
- Lamar? - Hurry!
Mom!
I just spoke to him on the phone in London, for sure.
I don't know. I just saw him with Grandpa and he thinks he's the handyman.
Oh my God!
[Lamar] Hurry!
[percussive music playing]
I swear, if you're lying, I'll kill you.
- See for yourself. Shh! - You'll see.
[Hassan] This seems to belong to another table or something.
I don't know. Just check it.
See? Why would I lie to you?
What's wrong?
- Dad. - Huh?
- That man inside… - Yes?
He's not the handyman.
Who is he, then?
Uh… A colleague, Sameer.
- Your colleague? - Yes, from Britain.
- British? - Yeah.
Why is he here?
- Umrah. - Mm. Umrah.
Umrah in my house?
There was a mistake. The hotel here messed up his booking,
so I told him to stay with us for a bit till it's sorted.
He said "Sameer," and I said, "the bed."
How crass.
- Okay, darling. I'll go to him. - Okay, let's go.
- Hey, wait, wait. You can't. - What?
- Give a thought to your clothes. - So what, Dad?
- I see him every day in the UK. - Yes, that's in Britain.
We're here in Muhammadiyah.
Believe me, life has changed. It's okay.
Fine. Come.
- Mom, why didn't you tell him? - I can't tell him right now.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Sorry, sorry.
- Sorry, sorry. - Oh no, it's all right.
- I am sorry. Sorry. - It's all right.
[both chuckle]
- [Sameer] Hi. - Oh, hi.
- Hi. - Hi. Hi, Sameer.
As-salamu alaykum…
- Uh, how are you? Hi. - I'm fine. Yeah.
Oh! You fixed it!
Yeah, almost. Yeah.
[laughs] I told you he looks like a worker, didn't I?
- That's racist, Baba. - [laughs]
I-I mean like a doctor. Look at him.
Um… Sorry. I apologize.
I was waiting for the… the furniture guy.
And, um… I thought you were him, the guy,
uh, because of your, uh… T-shirt.
- Oh. - I-I thought you were the handyman.
- It's okay. Yeah. - It's nice to meet you.
- Welcome to Saudi. - [cell phone rings]
- Excuse me. - Yeah, please.
[Hassan laughs]
He's funny.
- What are you doing here? - For Umrah.
No, it's… No, I-I wanted to come see you.
I didn't think it'd be…
You'll stress me out, stress yourself, and stress me even more.
What stress? They already know, huh?
- How did you know the address? - Snapchat. Hmm? Yeah?
- Social media. - [Hassan] No, no, it's okay, it's okay.
Thank you. Yeah, thank you.
Goodbye. Thank you.
Uh, come on in. Welcome. Come inside. Welcome.
- Okay? Welcome. - Yeah. I'll just grab my…
Yeah, yeah.
Excuse me.
- After you. - Yeah.
- Hey, do you need me to fix anything else? - No, no. No hard feelings.
- No. I'll tell him. - Wait, I need to speak to you.
- [Hassan] Welcome. - [Sameer] Thank you.
Mm, I just wanted to tell you Grandpa said I should see Dad.
And what do you want?
- I don't want to. - That's it.
Don't ever do anything you don't want to do, okay?
Okay.
Okay, let's deal with this mess.
[clock chiming]
[nervous chuckling]
Um… Sameer, where are you from?
Britain.
But are you really British?
- I am… - [Razan] Yes, Dad.
My parents are from Pakistan.
Okay, and they live in Britain.
That's right.
Yeah, actually, I, uh, brought…
this.
Oh wow! Shukran, Sameer. Thank you.
These cookies are my favorite. He got them for me. I asked him to get…
[Sameer] These are chocolates, actually.
Chocolate cookies.
I asked him to get me some because I forgot to get them myself.
It's so… Oh!
Uh…
Mm!
Mm! Dad, here. I swear, it's delicious. You'll love it.
Mm… So good. Try it, please. Here.
I'm fasting.
Oh, uh, forgive me, God.
Mm!
God's bounty to servants.
What's with you?
- You scared me. - Who's that?
Uh, Mom's colleague from the UK.
And what exactly is he doing here?
[Lamar] He came…
to go dive in the Red Sea.
- To go diving in the Red Sea. Hmm. - Mm-hmm. Diving.
Right.
- What are you doing? - Girl, let your uncle through.
[Hassan] Did you guys go to the same university?
[all greeting in Arabic]
Hey, how are you, Sofyan?
- Who's this? - I'm Sameer.
- Sameer? - I heard a lot about you.
[Sofyan] Welcome. Have a seat.
- Tell me, how was it? - Um, I'll tell you later.
He didn't go, and he lost the case.
Because I had a lawyer.
Get protective bracelets, huh? The Red Sea is full of sharks.
Oh God.
[whimsical music playing]
Dad, uh, Sameer needs to run some errands. Can I take your car to drive him?
Um…
Um… No, darling. Uh, better I take you.
No, don't worry about it.
- I can drive… - No, no. It's all right. He can come.
- He said it's okay. - Hmm.
- [Hassan] Please, after you. - [Sameer] Yeah, let's go.
Damn these kids. What the hell? May God forgive us.
Shameless, I swear. I'll show you.
How could you? Shame on you.
Come here, my love.
Who's here?
[whimsical music playing]
Mom's colleague.
Her colleague?
Yes. Her colleague. From Britain.
From Britain? And what's he doing here?
Um…
treatment.
Medical treatment.
Yeah, the guy is sick. So sad.
[inhales and exhales sharply]
HASSAN
It's always a busy signal.
Okay, go and get dressed
so we can give out those snacks with Grandma Hayatt before sunset.
Who are you messaging?
I'm just telling Mom.
What are you talking about? I'm your Grandma. Go get dressed.
What nonsense. Go and get ready.
So, what do I call your dad?
"Uncle."
- Not "Baba"? - No!
Um… Only the mother-in-law is called "Mama."
Hmm.
Hey, Sofyan and the sharks, that was weird, right?
Mm, it was, but Sofyan is going through a lot. It's okay.
- Okay. - You know?
- [Hassan] Hello. - Hi.
Come here.
[Hassan sighs]
What's wrong? I can see you're fidgety. Are you okay?
To be honest, I didn't want to upset you when I just arrived.
No, darling, you can't upset us. We're happy you're here.
Uh… But, um…
We're supposed to always observe our society's traditions, right?
As the saying goes,
"Eat what you like, but wear what other people like."
Right or not?
- [car alarm chirps] - Please get in.
- British as they come, huh? - Yeah, he is.
- [Hassan] Where are we going? - [Razan] He wants to buy chocolate.
- Chocolate shop. - What's with him and chocolate?
And you told me he's here for Umrah, but I don't see him wearing the outfit.
Maybe he's different.
Just get in the car.
Hello!
Huh? Ready?
- I'm ready. - [Hassan laughs]
Bless you. Trip of a lifetime.
Yes, Uncle.
But I think it's your first time.
Yeah, yeah, it is. It's his first time, yeah.
Hmm. Yeah. Hopefully, it won't be the last.
- But once is enough for me. - [Razan] Mm.
No, no. Why just once?
You can do two, three, four times.
But watch what you spend so the cost is not too high.
- [blaring music on radio] - What's this?
I miss the songs on Saudi radio!
- Why are you shouting? - Uh, because, uh…
- Should I turn it down then? - Yeah.
Can you hear it, Sameer?
[man on radio] This is dedicated to my family…
[Hassan] Let's go. Bismillah.
Bismillah.
[dramatic music playing]
[toy squeaks]
[Sofyan] Hello, Mom. Ahem.
Was the lawyer able to help?
[Sofyan] These things take time, Mom.
Just let's hope for the best.
He'll ask for more visitation.
- I'm actually visiting him tomorrow, so… - What will you do with all this?
Um…
[exhales]
… I'll use them again when I remarry.
Hurry up then, Mom. Find me a bride quick.
Sure, my baby.
You just got divorced. Take a break, yeah?
Eat, Pray, Love.
You know your uncle. I'm like, "Okay, next."
I don't like waiting.
Yes, my baby. God will send you a decent woman.
God willing, Mom, I want a fair and pretty girl in hijab, huh?
I'll see to that.
Dear God, save me from them.
Uh, this is praying? Know your religion, girl. What a shame.
Hurry, hurry, you smart-ass.
Come on, we're going to give away the snacks.
Hurry.
Eat, Pray, Love.
Wow. Poetry.
[cell phone chimes]
DON'T FORGET TO BUY ME A THOBE.
1200 riyals for chocolate?
Who are you? The Royal Family?
Sameer, come on. Are you here to annoy me or to help me?
Okay, I agree.
We should spend that amount of money on just chocolate by itself.
- Nothing more. - One more thing.
Don't go into much detail about our relationship.
I mean, my parents are conservative.
Mm-hmm.
Bit by bit, let them first get to know who you are, okay?
- You game? - Okay.
Darling?
Are you… Are you making the chocolates or buying them?
- We're paying. - Okay, okay, hurry up.
- Dad? - Hmm?
Can you believe what happened? The hotel cancelled his booking.
So he can make another booking.
To be honest, I was thinking to invite him for iftar.
I mean, he's fasting and has nowhere to go.
So let's show him what it means to be Arab.
Our hospitality.
Uh…
[laughs]
London has changed you, huh?
[both chuckle]
Okay. He also seems a bit confused.
Poor thing. Doesn't know Sha'ban from Ramadan.
[both laugh]
Let's go.
[clerk] So, you want this one?
Yes.
[uplifting music playing]
[Hassan] Razan.
I just spoke to your mom, and she agreed to have Sameer for iftar.
Do not provoke her.
Okay.
[uplifting music playing continuous]
Hmm?
Listen, Grandma laid out two tables. One for men and one for women.
Quick, come.
Like this. You dip the date in the cream…
You know our cream, right?
[Hassan and Sameer laughing]
What did you teach her? She can't even pray.
You know how to pray.
Bismillah.
[Mona] There. You call this a prayer?
Sameer, what do you do?
I'm a journalist.
- Journalist? - [Sameer] Mm-hmm.
Mm, that's nice.
I worked for two years in Kuwait,
a year and a half in Indonesia, and a while here.
- Mm-hmm. - Here too?
Mm-hmm.
And here, what did you do?
I worked as a reporter.
A reporter.
Are you going tomorrow again with Grandma Hayyat?
[Mona] Yes.
What? So she was your mother-in-law. She's still my sister.
I can't see her?
No, that's fine, but you should at least let me know.
Because you'd say no?
No.
So, what's the point?
Do you go diving in Britain?
No.
Oh, strange, because the UK is an island.
Anyway, at some point we can take you to Abu Madafa.
But at night.
[chuckles] Yeah, that sounds amazing.
I've never been diving.
You mean at night?
Yeah. Never.
What's with you and diving?
He's here to go diving, Dad. What's wrong?
What do you mean by diving? He's here to do Umrah.
Don't you want to see your father?
Why this subject now?
If you really cared,
you would have got her a robe like you promised.
I got you the robe that I promised you, sweetie.
Look, Mom, no one asked you to get her a robe.
Why did you? For what reason?
So, do you want to see your father?
[mischievous music playing]
Um…
- See? She's scared of you! - See? She's scared of you!
Newlyweds?
Whose is this?
- It belongs to him. Put it back. - Oh.
- Sorry. Sorry. - No, no, no. It's okay. Please.
Uh, I was hoping to give it to Mama Mona.
Sorry?
[Sameer] Excuse me?
- What did he just say? - He brought chocolate.
Lamar, try this sobia. It's really good.
Razan and I are not in a hurry.
You and Razan are not in a hurry for what, exactly?
There's also a combo.
Mm, you have to try it.
Sambousek with soup, and daqous.
- What's got into you? - It's the best. It's my favorite.
Hmm! Try it.
- Mom… - Try it!
Taste it.
- Hmm. - [Mona] What's it?
It's so good.
I want her to try Saudi cuisine.
We could come back again to Saudi for the wedding.
What wedding?
[whimsical music playing]
[Sofyan] Razan!
[Lamar] Dear God, we need you.
[Sofyan] Razan!
Come, Razan.
Can you explain what this diver is saying?
You didn't tell them.
[cutlery clatters]
[sighs]
Me and Sameer…
want to get married.
[whispers] Married?
[Hassan & Sofyan] To each other?
[Mona] This sick Englishman?
He's sick too?
I'm… I'm not sick.
What is this exactly, Razan?
You lie to us?
And you play us all for stupid fools?
No one talk to me until I've had my hookah.
Okay. I'm going to a hotel.
- Uh, no! You won't go to a hotel! - Sofyan, take him to a hotel.
[Sofyan] He can dive there.
Grandpa, why can't he stay in the new room outside?
Yeah.
[Sameer] Uh, I can take myself to a hotel.
You can stay in the guest room.
And we will manage.
[phone line ringing]
Hello?
[sighs]
Sameer, I can't talk at the moment.
Okay, so, who did they think I am?
My colleague.
Razan, you should've told me that.
You weren't supposed to come. You should've stayed in London.
- Everything would have been smoother. - Mom.
Mom, they're coming.
I-I have to go. Are you gonna be okay?
Mom, no one is gonna be okay. Just come.
Yes, yes, I'll be fine. Yeah, don't worry.
I knew you were up to no good!
All right, then. If you knew, why are you surprised?
This girl needs discipline, as usual.
A Pakistani, Razan?
Sofyan, focus on your son.
- It's none of your business. - Of course it's his business. His honor.
Where do you think we are, Mom? In the Middle Ages?
Oh, queen of the modern.
Your brother and father sit with your boyfriend?
- He's not my boyfriend… - [hookah bubbling]
[sighs]
How do you know this Sameer? What relationship do you have with him?
He saw me at uni. He liked me, and he decided to propose.
[Sofyan] He just saw you, huh?
And he came all the way to propose to you?
Be honest.
Of course we know each other, Sofyan.
Did you hear what she said? Say something!
This journalist seems to know us well.
What did you tell him?
What kind of question is that?
Why did you invite him to our house in the first place?
[Hassan] If you had listened to me and done what I asked you to do
when the furniture people came, we wouldn't be here.
I saw him in the street. He looked like a worker.
I thought he was the furniture guy, so I let him in.
Clearly he's not a diver either.
What's with the racism?
Listen, okay? Listen, everyone.
My family will come to Eid breakfast for the first time since my father passed.
There's no way I will allow that man to be here when they arrive.
Hassan, that man cannot stay here.
Don't worry, we won't ruin your precious Eid breakfast.
Dad, isn't he our guest here?
You can't kick him out.
- What will people say? - What people?
And since when do you care about people?
Hassan, don't you dare be soft.
- Baba. - Hassan!
- For my sake. - [Mona] Hassan!
Baba.
[sighs]
Forgive me, Mona.
He is our guest.
I can't kick him out.
You deal with her then. It's all your fault.
Dad, thanks a lot.
I only did that so I wouldn't embarrass you.
But forget about the marriage.
I'm going to pray, okay?
All right, I'm coming.
[whispering] No marriage. Do you hear me?
I just want to ask you one question.
[Razan] Yeah?
Did you really ship your bags, Razan?
[pensive music playing]
I'm going back to the UK after Eid, once my visa's ready.
You always do what you want and you simply don't care.
Ugh!
[sighs]
[dramatic music playing]
[man singing in foreign language]