Iraq has become
the nation we dreamed it would be.
(sirens wailing)
I would like to stress our president's strong desire
for peace and stability in the Middle East.
(helicopter blades whirring)
Sajida: Look what you are left with--
men who are nothing but afraid of you!
(people screaming) Zaki: Uday!
My father has had many favorites
but only one first son.
Deserters will be shot. Cowards will be shot. Do you understand?
Uday: Well, if the Americans come,
I'm going to put a bullet in his head.
I'll be pleased to let you.
This is my country!
(insects chirping)
Saddam: When I was a boy in Tikrit
a traveler walked through my village.
The villagers stared at the stranger,
but he kept on walking
until an old man stopped and challenged him.
"What are you doing here,
asking for trouble?
The old man said.
The traveler was astonished.
"What do you mean?" he said.
"I am not looking for trouble."
I have no weapon-- no gun, no knife.
"I have nothing."
"But that's just what I mean,"
the old man said.
"By walking without a weapon,
you are inviting an attack."
We are currently surrounded
by enemies and collaborators, Qusay.
Iraq has a right to protect its people,
to benefit from the skills
of its scientists and engineers.
The presence of weapons inspectors
is nothing more
than a temporary inconvenience.
Hussein: Qusay is becoming powerful.
He is the president's son, don't forget.
So am I,
by marriage.
Weapon development is the responsibility
of my ministry, not Qusay's.
It should be me in charge of this
concealment committee.
Hussein, if Saddam says you dig a hole,
then you dig a hole.
Don't let your ambition control you.
Be patient.
How many of these documents do we have to bury?
We don't have to bury any.
We just watch.
Mr. Aziz,
we seem to be taking an awfully long time to reach the plant.
Almost there, Mr. Ekeus.
Not far now.
Stop. Stop.
Could you reverse, please?
This is not the right way in.
Mr. Aziz, what's going on? Could you stop the bus, please?
I'm sorry, this is not the correct entrance.
Could you stop the bus, please?
Could you stop the bus right now, please?
Stop. Stop. Stop.
Everybody, come.
We are from the United Nations.
My name is Rolf Ekeus.
All right, just let us pass, please. Thank you.
Mr. Ekeus. Just follow me.
Tariq: It's all right. Ekeus: Keep coming.
They can't stop us from entering the building.
Tariq: it's all right. They're with me.
(guard yelling) I beg you, wait a minute, please.
Let me handle it. Mr. Aziz,
we have every right to be here. Please, Mr. Ekeus, please.
(rapid gunfire)
Remain calm! There is no need to be alarmed.
Everything is under control.
Everybody, please
remain calm!
Ali: You should have crashed the bus, Tariq,
with all your inspectors inside.
Then they could have experienced firsthand our broken-down hospitals.
Qusay: What's done is done.
It was unfortunate, but it changes nothing.
Except they'll trust us now even less. Is that possible?
Ekeus must be made to understand
the suffering he's causing the Iraqi people--
no produce in the markets,
no medicines in the hospitals,
no books in the schools.
Baba, sorry I'm late.
Forgive me.
So what are we talking about?
U.N. dogs and economic sanctions.
We are reviewing strategies.
Any brilliant ideas, Uday?
We should tell them to mind their own fucking business.
How is that for an idea?
Saddam: Uday.
If Ekeus has a grievance, then he can come to me.
I'll deal with it.
Now I don't want to be disturbed.
Any brilliant ideas, you say?
(laughs)
Are you trying to make a fool of me
in front of my father? (laughs)
What are you doing? Uday, calm down.
He tried to make me look a fool.
I was just asking a question.
Yes, I have an idea, Hussein-- to fucking kill you.
Uday! Do you like it?
And the day is coming.
Uday, we are all family here.
The day is coming.
Why do we have to tolerate him, huh?
He's a danger-- a danger to all of us
and to this country! Hussein.
(door opens and closes)
Baba. Ah, Qusay,
you are here. Come.
Come and see the family tree.
Baba, you need to speak to Uday.
He and Hussein-- Look.
It has been proven.
There is a clear line.
I am descended from the prophet.
We have royal and holy blood in our veins.
We are blessed and favored.
I knew it.
Yet this gift also brings its burdens.
Because we have risen so high,
we've become a target, a threat.
We must always be on our guard, Qusay,
always.
I will go now, Baba.
Yes, go.
Go.
What happened to you?
Uday happened to me. He's sick in the head.
What did he do?
No sooner had your father left,
he starts yelling in my face, throwing plates of food at me.
Why?
Because he's Uday. He does what he likes.
I'll speak to Baba. No.
He should know how Uday is behaving.
Don't you think your father already knows? It will make no difference.
It will only make me appear weak.
Leave it. I will deal with it.
Your father is not interested anymore.
In you?
In anything.
Qusay: So, mama, will you be celebrating
the national holiday tonight?
I doubt it. All of my children
will be with their father.
Because we have to be with him, mama.
I'd rather be at my club.
With your Russian prostitutes?
They're dancers.
(chuckles)
So how is your father? Still with the blond, I understand?
Not really.
Yes, really. Eat, azizi.
I'm not stupid.
He's with no one, mama.
He has the weapons inspectors to think about,
the sanctions.
He is writing the Quran with his own blood.
Seriously.
Today is the day of days;
we celebrate our victory over Iran.
Yes, I know.
The president is at the disposal of his people.
(door opens, footsteps)
Mr. Ekeus, exactly how many more months--
years-- will these inspections take?
After all, you've seen
everything there is to see several times.
Mr. President, my work will continue until such time
as I am satisfied I have seen everything.
Today I meet my people.
They petition me for favors.
A tradition on the day of days.
What do I say to the mother
who asks me for milk for her baby?
Do I tell her that you are a searching
for an invisible atomic weapon,
and as soon as you find it,
then her child can be fed?
Mr. Ekeus, the United Nations
are punishing the people of Iraq
for no reason-- no reason.
You can stop this torture.
Mr. President.
I will provide you with a further list of people
I would like to interview in due course.
Mr. Ekeus, I--
Enjoy the celebrations, Mr. Aziz.
Our country's dying, Saddam. Look at it.
All it would take is for me
to lose my temper with Uday just once,
and we could be one of them.
Look at them, poor wretches.
Then I suggest you don't lose your temper.
(thumping on glass)
Enter! Enter!
Are we selling it as this,
with medical aid labels everywhere?
Of course not. We're going to change the labels,
drive it into Jordan first thing in the morning,
sell it there.
Everything accounted for?
Yes, sir.
Unload the rest of the trucks.
Did you hear what I said?
Unload them.
Sir, there is somebody waiting to see you.
Hey, golden boy.
Do you like my new gun?
I'm taking your trucks
and everything that's in them.
What are you going to do about that?
The trucks and the contents
belong to the people of Iraq--
emergency aid.
And yet you selling it on the black market.
Hasta la vista, baby.
(kisses)
Yallah!
Why didn't you warn me? Sir, how could I?
He had a gun. It's Mr. Uday.
What is Uday doing here? He's taking the trucks.
But that is our money.
So now it is his money.
It's time for us to act, brother,
before it's too late.
(children chanting)
(woman speaking Arabic)
(chanting)
Tonight? Does it have to be tonight?
I'll go hurry them up.
Hussein, this is crazy.
Hussein!
(soldiers chanting)
Raghad, my dress.
(knocks on door) Come in.
Raghad, we have to leave.
It's a party, Hussein. It's not as if we're going to be late.
We want to look perfect.
Please hurry up.
Two minutes. Okay.
Ignore him, sister. Two minutes, no more.
Stop.
You, follow me.
(banging, woman crying)
(Uday moaning)
(inhales)
Hey, where are you going?
I haven't finished with you.
(door opens)
Wait wait wait wait.
Uday,
not tonight, not here.
Go.
And take the glasses with you.
Qusay: Uday.
Make sure you clean your nose.
(inhales)
Hussein, we're going miles out of our way.
What's happening?
I told you, there is something I have to do.
What?
Habibi,
are you feeling unwell?
We're not going to the party.
What? Hussein.
They would've found out sooner or later.
Hussein, what's going on?
Ali, Ali, Hussein and Saddam Kamel--
have they arrived yet with my sisters?
I haven't seen them.
Then check that they've left.
The president will be ready any moment
and he wants his family around him.
Uday. Uday!
Where exactly are we going?
Hussein!
To the border. What?
Jordan. We have discussed this before.
Your father cannot see past Qusay.
Uday is running wild. Every time I meet him he threatens to kill me.
It's true, Raghad. You are my wife.
Rana is my brother's wife.
It is your duty to support us.
Yes, but not now, not tonight!
Now is the time.
Sanctions are killing Iraq every day.
And as long as your father is in power,
they will never be lifted.
Iraq needs a fresh start.
We need a new leader.
And you think that's you.
They left home almost two hours ago.
Have you followed the route?
It's been done.
No accidents have been reported-- nothing.
Something's wrong.
Raghad: Hussein, let me try to speak to Baba.
If I thought I had that option,
I would have taken it.
Can you please trust me?
General Hussein, please carry on.
Hello, marhaba.
Everything is ready? Your sisters--?
Baba, we have a crisis.
What is it?
Hussein and Saddam Kamel may have crossed
the border into Jordan.
Where are my daughters?
Answer me.
Where are my daughters?
We don't know.
We think they've gone too.
(quietly) Traitor.
(shouts) Traitor!
He sat at my table with my daughter,
and all the time he was planning to betray me,
his country. He'll be talking to the C.I.A.
Baba, we have specialists. I can eliminate him.
I can do that. No.
I could do it. Baba, I want to do it.
I said no. We have to bring them back.
Ali: Mr. President,
Saddam...
I swear I know nothing about his.
My nephew is a lord unto himself.
Ali...
...your loyalty is not in question.
I will need your assistance.
Anything.
Hussein trusts you.
You must go and speak to him.
Of course.
If it's about Uday and an apology is needed,
then Uday will apologize. He will go with you.
But keep a low profile in Jordan.
It will be best for all of us
to sort this out behind closed doors.
I will do everything I can-- everything.
Hussein: So different from Baghdad,
so alive.
What rank are you?
I'm here to determine
what's true and what's not.
Do you think I come here and risk my life
to tell lies?
No, thanks.
I trust you are capable of delivering messages
to your superiors in Langley.
That's not quite how it works.
We have a common interest in replacing Saddam Hussein.
Correct? Possibly, yes.
Hussein's voice: Before we proceed any further
I will require formal assurances that you will
place your organization at my disposal.
In return and upon my succession to Saddam as president,
I will be able to guarantee future oil supplies,
subject of course
to future military assistance.
It may be a little more complicated than that.
Do you have any other options,
any other candidates for president?
What form of coup is the C.I.A. planning now?
A lucky guess.
When Langley sees what I have to show them,
it won't be at all complicated.
C.I.A. man: Well, that may be a good place to start.
Hussein: Before we proceed any further.
I will require formal assurances.
Uday: I always knew he was a snake.
He has bought shame
to the door of the al Majids.
He's put all the al Majids in danger.
(Arabic newscaster speaking)
I suspect the king will want us
to dine with him tonight.
Make sure you wear something nice.
Ah, there you are.
Ekeus will have a seizure.
He's been searching for this for years.
You're giving up Iraq's secrets.
Habibti,
we have a million secrets in Iraq,
but that's all we have.
You have no idea who you're dealing with, do you?
All this time you've worked with my father
and you still think you can win?
You know nothing about him.
Raghad, go find a nice dress to wear.
The king will see you now.
About time.
Your majesty, how good of you to see us.
Do you know my foreign minister, Mr. Kabariti?
Honored, Mr. Kabariti.
King Hussein: Please. Ali: Thank you.
Your majesty, foreign minister,
we are all men of experience here.
A misunderstanding has arisen
involving our cousin General Hussein Kamel al Majid.
We wish to clear up this misunderstanding,
so Uday and I have come in friendship
to invite Hussein to return to Baghdad,
to his family.
After all, this is a family matter, not political.
That will not be possible, I'm afraid.
In what way is this reasonable request not possible?
Hussein Kamel has asked me for political asylum.
I have granted his request.
He fears for his safety were he to return to Iraq.
He fears for his safety? He said that?
What about the safety of my sisters?
They have been brought here against their will.
I have a right to see them.
Your sisters have made it clear
that their place is with their husbands.
I respect their wish.
I want to hear it from them. Where are they?
Gentlemen, that really is
all we have to say on the matter.
Baba isn't going to be happy.
Hear me?
My father will not be pleased.
Your majesty, foreign minister, thank you.
For nothing.
TV announcer: General Hussein Kamel al Majid
is believed to be sheltering in the royal palace in Amman.
I can hold Iraq like this,
better than Saddam holds it now.
TV announcer: With U.N. weapons inspector Rolf Ekeus and his team
still in Iraq searching for illegal weapons,
and an economy crippled by U.N. sanctions,
this defection is a further blow
to Saddam Hussein's previously unshakeable hold
on power in Iraq.
We left Iraq because we had nothing left in Iraq.
Iraq is dying. We are trying to save Iraq.
Ali: Look at him.
I can't believe that he could do such a thing--
to stand before the world and denounce our country.
Your president, I can only assure you
of my family's absolute devotion
to you and Iraq.
Ali, this is not your fault.
There are traitors all around us,
all controlled by C.I.A. And by Hussein.
But we are watching them, my friend.
And we will strike back.
I want you to increase surveillance levels
across the board. (siren whoops)
Anyone acting suspiciously is to be picked up
and brought in immediately for questioning.
And make sure Ekeus does not leave the country.
Mr. Ekeus, United Nations? Yes.
Your flight to Jordan has been delayed.
Mr. Deputy Tariq Aziz would like to see you.
When Ekeus arrives, Tariq, you are to give him everything.
Everything? All of it--
research, drawings, blueprints, equipment.
We dig it all up and move it to Hussein's farm
and we give them everything.
Tariq and Qusay will oversee the operation.
Uday: But, Baba, that means we lose.
Saddam: No, the traitor will lose.
We cut his throat.
Without any new information,
he is nothing but a refugee.
Without any story to tell,
he is unworthy of protection.
Mr. Ekeus, may I assure you
there will be no further obstacles to our cooperation?
You and the Anscombe team should consider yourselves
honored guests here in Iraq.
Thank you. I'm pleased to hear what you say.
It is unfortunate this level of cooperation
was not evident from the outset.
Of course, Mr. Ekeus, and we share your sentiments.
Now if you permit us, we have uncovered
yet more information hidden by General al Majid
from both us and from you.
My son will show you.
(chickens clucking)
Hussein: Mr. Ekeus, we have been enemies before.
But now I am glad we meet as friends.
Perhaps you would take a seat, General Hussein?
So...
where should we begin?
You see, what you have been chasing are mirages.
All weapons-- biological, chemical, missiles--
all have been destroyed.
This is before or after inspections began?
Since 1991. Ah.
Yes.
Don't underestimate yourself, Mr. Ekeus.
You are very effective in Iraq.
Sooner or later you would have discovered them
and you would have justified
any action against us you chose.
So you expect us to take your word for it
that all weapons were destroyed?
They were a liability, not an asset.
We understood that we had something
far more valuable than the warheads.
We had the knowledge and the expertise,
and that, you will agree,
is where the true value lies.
Of course.
Iraq's future capability is still of primary concern.
Are these the papers you have brought us today?
These are but a sample.
They represent the blueprint
for the entire weapon program.
We have seen them already.
The Iraqi government disclosed them a few days ago.
That cannot be true.
They were discovered in a chicken shed outside Baghdad.
A chicken shed?
According to your president, the shed belongs to you.
This is a joke.
He also claims that you have been acting alone
in concealing information... No.
...with a view to a meeting not dissimilar to this one.
I am not responsible for the concealment of information.
This is another joke,
a lie.
Surely you do not believe them.
Would you like a glass of water, General?
(children playing)
Hussein: Everything--
he gave them everything.
You never really understood him, did you?
The most important thing to my father is loyalty
at any cost.
By the way,
the king would like us to move out of the hotel
and into an apartment.
That was just one battle.
I still have value.
What now?
You must miss our daughters.
Of course.
I can't bear to think that they've been taken from us.
And the grandchildren--
is it right that they should grow up in a foreign land?
Saddam, what do you want me to do?
I want them home.
Will they be safe?
They are my daughters.
Will they be safe?
(sighs)
I give you my word.
I want you to speak to them.
Tell them that I understand
they've been taken against their will.
I know none of this is their fault.
Just tell them that I want them to come home.
I understand you gave a telephone interview last week
to the editor of the Jordanian newspaper "Bilat"?
What of it?
I understand you threatened to kill him.
I wish to see the king.
Our accommodation is unacceptable.
Being a journalist, he recorded the discussion.
You can clearly be heard threatening to kill him.
The phrase you used was
"I will cut you up piece by piece."
If that's what you say I said,
then I agree.
General, he is intending
to take you to court over these threats.
To court?
(laughs)
This is absurd. (phone ringing)
I have to remind you, this is not Iraq.
Here in Jordan we all live under the law.
Leave it. Yes?
Mama.
(speaking indistinctly)
Why are we sitting out here on show?
Saddam has assassins everywhere.
We're not on show,
we're having a cup of coffee. Don't you like it?
I demand guarantees of protection.
In return for what?
I have given you everything.
I know how Iraq works.
I know how Saddam Hussein thinks.
I've been at his right hand for more than 10 years.
And it's because of that no free Iraqi will come anywhere near you.
You were part of his killing machine, Hussein.
And we've got plenty of other options.
You're on your own now. I'm sorry.
Sorry?
That's it?
That's all that America has to offer?
Yeah.
And the truth of it is, we don't even mean it.
Watch out for assassins, General.
(phone ringing)
Yes.
Saddam: Hussein,
it's Amo Saddam.
Your president.
I am sending you a letter.
What is written is the truth.
Neither I nor my sons
will harm you or your brother.
I swear.
You are the husband of my daughter
and the father of my beloved grandchildren.
It is time for you to come home.
Do you believe him?
I've known him for a long time.
He is a man of his word.
Yes, I believe him.
Then you're a fool, Hussein.
He says himself,
why would he harm the husbands of his daughters,
the fathers of his grandchildren?
Because you betrayed him.
And we will be punished.
We will be out of office for some time.
No matter. Anything is better than this.
Habibi,
we will make the best of things here.
Raghad, there is nothing here for us.
You don't seem to understand
how much your father relied on me.
Raghad, you didn't hear his voice.
He was speaking the truth.
He will forgive us.
He does not forgive traitors!
We were doing routine searches
on the road from Amman to Baghdad,
and that's when we found it.
A satellite phone? It must be C.I.A.
Yes.
This is Hussein's doing.
His weakness has allowed these vipers
to believe they can seize power.
But you will change that, Qusay.
You are the man Hussein can never be.
Shall we make the arrests? No no.
We have the system. Let's use it.
We do nothing but listen.
This phone belongs to a C.I.A. spy.
Other traitors will soon be calling it
with information.
What?
I can't go back.
We shouldn't go back.
We are going home. It had been decided.
No. Yes.
I don't want to die!
Refuse to go back, brother, and you will die
because I will kill you!
I will not be nothing!
This looks like them.
Hey, no one is to be harmed, okay?
A madman comes to greet us.
Welcome home.
We've missed you.
Golden boy...
Frightened?
Hussein, Saddam Kamel, out of the car.
Why? Get out of the car.
What's happening? Where are you taking them?
They won't be harmed. Baba's given his word.
You and Rana are going straight to Mama.
Get out.
We will be fine.
Uday: Get out. One of my drivers will take over from here.
Hussein: Yallah.
Qusay: your weapons, gentlemen.
Have a seat.
Take off your shirts. What?
He said take off your shirts.
And your berets.
You are not fit to wear the uniform of Iraq.
Sign the papers.
This is your agreement to a divorce from my sisters.
Divorce? But I don't want a divorce.
This is what the president wants.
Sign it.
The president says you're nothing to him now.
And you will be taken to your father's house.
(spits) Let's go.
At least we're alive.
We are divorced.
I am nothing.
Qusay: We have done as you requested, Baba.
We traced the callers to the C.I.A. satellite phone.
We have produced almost 800 names.
It seems Hussein was not the only one
talking to the Americans.
The arrests will begin at dawn.
Show me the faces of these traitors.
(projector whirring)
(all shouting)
(phone rings) Yeah.
C.I.A.?
(snaps fingers)
This is Saddam Hussein, the president of Iraq.
I'm calling you to tell you
that your boys are now
my guests.
It is unlikely you will be seeing them again.
(beeps)
America wants to control Iraq.
They will never give up
until I'm gone.
Cousin Ali, I'm sure you understand the pain
that your nephews have caused me.
Very much so, your president.
I would be within my right to exact vengeance
for the damage they have caused.
And I have given my word
that neither I nor my sons will harm them,
and I'm a man of my word.
Yet the stain of dishonor and betrayal
is there for all to see.
It is the entire al Majid family
that must carry this stain to their graves--
unless of course
it is removed.
Mr. President,
I will avenge the shame my nephews have brought
on the al Majid family name.
Make sure it's done properly, Ali--
in the Bedouin way.
(shouting) Hussein Kamel,
Saddam Kamel,
collect your weapons!
We, the men of the family al Majid, invoke tribal law. It's Uncle Ali.
We have come to purge the traitors from our family.
Collect your weapons.
Let's make it a fair fight.
Uncle Ali,
the president has spared us.
But the tribe find you guilty.
Last chance-- collect your weapons.
Saddam Kamel.
(gunfire)
Upstairs. Go upstairs!
Go!
Ali: Stop firing!
(gunfire stops)
How long do you think we can hold out, brother?
Not long.
(yelling)
I'm out.
Saddam!
Enough. Enough.
(yelling)
(gunfire stops)
(yells)
You call this fair, Ali?
(gunshots)
As fair as the traitors deserve.
For the children--
chocolates.
You look well, both of you.
How is your mother?
She is a widow like her daughters.
The time you were away was not good.
But now you are back.
I asked you to come today
because I wanted to look into your eyes.
I see you are still my daughters,
so you will understand
that what happened
was a necessary end.
Hussein was my husband, Baba.
You chose him for me.
And I loved him.
By killing Hussein and Saddam Kamel
you have destroyed a part of us both.
May we leave now?
(instrumental music playing)