Masameer County (2021) s01e07 Episode Script
Minor Occultation
1
THIS PROGRAM IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
IT IS A WORK OF FICTION BASED ON REALITY
Wake up. We need to get to work.
The roundabout is jammed.
The King Fahd Highway is marked in red.
The only available route we have
to get to work is through the desert.
We can say "good morning" now.
MASAMEER COUNTY
Do you know him?
No, I don't.
Okay, let him pass then.
-Let him pass.
-I'm trying, but he won't overtake me.
Then get off the road and shake him off.
What does he want?
Next time you see someone late for work,
make way for him to pass.
But we're in the desert, bro…
We did everything we could to avoid them.
We crossed the desert this time.
Then a clerk who's late for court
comes along and beats us.
Leave early, man.
We're used to the beatings.
But why'd he hit us with a tire iron?
-Was he holding a tire iron?
-No, the Pakistani guy who drove us back.
Man, the Pakistani guy was all right.
He was more merciful than the psycho
who emptied his gun in Abu Ghannam's bum.
Let me kill myself!
-I want to die!
-Have faith, dude!
I can't put up with this crappy society
any longer.
Saad!
This world keeps reminding me
it hates me, every single minute.
Not everyone, Saad.
For what it's worth,
hear me out, Abu Ghannam.
I'm ready to take a bullet in the head
every day to have a friend like you.
Come here, damn you!
Enough. Stop crying, you two.
We need a break from this society.
How?
Voluntary isolation.
We isolate ourselves on the weekend,
until people calm down a bit.
You and bigmouth here will last
two whole days on a retreat?
Do you have 500 riyals?
Give me 500 riyals.
If one of us leaves the retreat
in the two coming days,
the other two get his 500 riyals.
-Capisce?
-Deal.
Capisce.
Okay, we have four packets of noodles,
three yogurts, two cheese sandwiches,
and a can of tuna with Mexican spices.
It'll be enough for the weekend.
-Can we order in?
-Can you take a punch in the stomach?
-No.
-We're isolating from the outside world!
That's not good for your health.
Come on, play.
Player 511. Don't you wanna play
as Mercy instead of Hanzo?
Don't be toxic, please.
Okay, how about you play as Reinhardt?
Damn you, then. Okay?
JEEK
Here's the Jeek Golden Meal.
Eat until you pass out.
It's only five riyals,
and you also get a special Jeek hat.
Look at his eyes.
That offer wasn't for you, bigmouth!
That meal would cost you 500 riyals.
-I can wait two days.
-Offer ends tomorrow.
Allergies!
-Hello.
-Saltouh, is Trad with you?
-Yes.
-Let me talk to him.
Here. Al Atwi wants you.
-Hello.
-Get in your car and come quick.
What is it?
You'll know when you get here.
Come to the French embassy, pronto.
What is it, man?
His name is Trad.
Bonsoir, monsieur Trad.
Welcome, dear!
-What say you?
-What did she say?
Forget what she said.
Do you know who that is?
-Who?
-Olivea.
Really? Why is she here?
She came with her peeps.
She has a thing at the French Embassy.
-Really?
-Listen. Come quick.
Come. I'll leave your name at the door.
Okay, guys. I don't want…
to bet anymore.
I'll go and do something,
and I'll see you after dawn prayers.
-What?
-Gambling is forbidden. It's well known.
Why do you get to decide?
No, no one decides in religion. Listen.
-The rules of gambling in Islam.
-Yeah?
The religious Islamic council website.
Listen.
-I don't want to listen.
-Just wait.
"It's gambling and betting,
and it's forbidden."
I know the rule. No need to read it.
Listen.
"Its practice by some commoners
does not make it right.
Gambling is forbidden."
We will not cancel the deal.
Saltouh…
the embassy,
drinks and girls.
Are you religious or a rake?
-It depends.
-Have you lost your minds?
This addict wants to get out
for a meal and has a stomach for a brain.
And you, rake, want to go out for Olivea
and think only with your… heart.
Okay, let's vote.
Raise your hand if you agree
on me going out to meet Olivea…
at Jeek's.
-Okay. I agree.
-Really?
Yes, dude. All three of us will win.
Wait. Saad and I will win.
But what will you win?
You'll meet Olivea
and Saad will eat at Jeek's.
And I'll take 1,500 riyals.
No, wait. Let's check. Wait.
Access that website
and I'll shove the laptop up your nose.
Saltouh, don't be so righteous.
Listen, you two! A deal's a deal!
If you want to go out, that's fine.
But it'll cost you 500 riyals.
In relevant news,
forensic evidence will soon lead
to locating the hiding place of…
Idiots! How did you sleep?
…reward for information
on his whereabouts.
Police forces are still looking
for the murderer Badr Ayed,
after he showed up on security footage
in a shopping mall, terrorizing people.
People are going nuts.
It's a crazy person causing issues.
Spare us and change the channel.
Will New Zealand win?
New Zealand meat is excellent.
I know about meat.
Then you put the steak on the barbecue
for two minutes.
Abu Ghannam,
after seeing that steak on the grill,
rate your hunger on a scale to ten.
Nine and a half.
You're really hungry, Abu Ghannam.
And you, dude.
What score would you give your hunger?
Five.
It seems your stomach is not empty.
-Where's the tuna?
-The tuna?
You secretly ate the tuna, you cheat!
Let's open up his stomach.
Wait! Calm down. It's fine, little one.
It's tit for tat.
Eat our share…
and we'll eat yours.
WHY DOGS ARE IMPURE IN ISLAM
TICKET FOR VIOLATING A RED LIGH
LICENSE PLATE SLT XXX
Enough.
If I eat any more,
I'll turn into a dragon.
A dragon spits fire from his nose,
Abu Ghannam.
But what's dripping out of your nose
is something else.
What are you looking for?
My car keys.
Man, you scolded us both for wanting
to go out and now you're going out?
Fucking midgets!
Some asshole took my car yesterday
and I got a ticket notification.
Who says it wasn't you?
Great!
What's this?
Evidence of the crime.
Your bad speculations are sometimes right.
Evidence of your crime, you filthy lover.
-Shut it!
-Let's castrate him.
Prick! You accused me of eating the tuna
after you'd already betrayed us yesterday?
That's my right, dude.
There are no more rights.
Don't ruin this.
There is no damning evidence. Think.
You stole my car, you motherfucker?
I'll show you.
Hello? Abu Futaim? Listen, I need a favor.
I parked my car in front of the retreat.
I need to you to cut the brake line.
Dangerous or not,
it's none of your business.
Do as I said. I'll explain later.
If you want to kill a man,
don't cut the brake line of his car.
Cut the veins of his heart.
Call Marzouk Al Atwi.
Hello.
Atwi.
I need a favor.
-Wake up, doggie.
-What?
-Olivea's on the phone.
-Seriously?
Come, quick. You don't have much time.
Olivea.
Yes, darling Olivea. What were you saying?
Yes, my nose is big.
I forgot she was talking to Saltouh.
I'll show you, Abu Ghannam.
French fries?
JEEK
So, Abu Ghannam,
you chose Jeek over 500 riyals.
You went from a lowlife to a--
Your next meal will be super spicy,
bigmouth.
My stomach!
Get out of my stomach.
Out!
Forget he who forgot you
Welcome back! How's your stomach?
Fine.
Didn't you change your underpants?
Why would I?
Didn't you feel something bite your ass
while sitting on the toilet?
A slight itch from the old injury.
The money's gone!
Guys, I have a riddle for you.
If I held in my left hand
suffering, fatigue and misery…
and in my right,
a fleeting dream and a lost cause…
then I merged them together,
what would I have?
What?
A man with nothing to lose.
BADR AYED IN CUSTODY
Come on, guys.
Quick, or else we'll be late.
Don't worry, brother.
We still have enough time.
-Okay, guys. How do I look?
-Very sharp.
Come on. Start the car, quick.
That's Badr Ayed, the wanted murderer
who turned himself in yesterday
after years on the run,
and who was sentenced to death
as soon as he gets out of the hospital.
Hours before your execution,
do you have anything to say?
I want to thank the three guys
from the retreat where I hid
over the last couple of days.
After the horrors and shit
they put me through…
the death penalty now sounds
like dinner at the Boulevard.
And I want to say something to my mother…
Now, broadcasting live
from the French Embassy in Riyadh,
from the launch
of the French-Saudi Cultural Week.
Thanks, Hazzah. Yes.
The scene is amazing tonight at the launch
of the French-Saudi Cultural Week
with the remarkable presence
of the beautiful French star Olivea.
No brakes.
MASAMEER COUNTY
Subtitle translation by: Muriel Daou
THIS PROGRAM IS NOT FOR CHILDREN
IT IS A WORK OF FICTION BASED ON REALITY
Wake up. We need to get to work.
The roundabout is jammed.
The King Fahd Highway is marked in red.
The only available route we have
to get to work is through the desert.
We can say "good morning" now.
MASAMEER COUNTY
Do you know him?
No, I don't.
Okay, let him pass then.
-Let him pass.
-I'm trying, but he won't overtake me.
Then get off the road and shake him off.
What does he want?
Next time you see someone late for work,
make way for him to pass.
But we're in the desert, bro…
We did everything we could to avoid them.
We crossed the desert this time.
Then a clerk who's late for court
comes along and beats us.
Leave early, man.
We're used to the beatings.
But why'd he hit us with a tire iron?
-Was he holding a tire iron?
-No, the Pakistani guy who drove us back.
Man, the Pakistani guy was all right.
He was more merciful than the psycho
who emptied his gun in Abu Ghannam's bum.
Let me kill myself!
-I want to die!
-Have faith, dude!
I can't put up with this crappy society
any longer.
Saad!
This world keeps reminding me
it hates me, every single minute.
Not everyone, Saad.
For what it's worth,
hear me out, Abu Ghannam.
I'm ready to take a bullet in the head
every day to have a friend like you.
Come here, damn you!
Enough. Stop crying, you two.
We need a break from this society.
How?
Voluntary isolation.
We isolate ourselves on the weekend,
until people calm down a bit.
You and bigmouth here will last
two whole days on a retreat?
Do you have 500 riyals?
Give me 500 riyals.
If one of us leaves the retreat
in the two coming days,
the other two get his 500 riyals.
-Capisce?
-Deal.
Capisce.
Okay, we have four packets of noodles,
three yogurts, two cheese sandwiches,
and a can of tuna with Mexican spices.
It'll be enough for the weekend.
-Can we order in?
-Can you take a punch in the stomach?
-No.
-We're isolating from the outside world!
That's not good for your health.
Come on, play.
Player 511. Don't you wanna play
as Mercy instead of Hanzo?
Don't be toxic, please.
Okay, how about you play as Reinhardt?
Damn you, then. Okay?
JEEK
Here's the Jeek Golden Meal.
Eat until you pass out.
It's only five riyals,
and you also get a special Jeek hat.
Look at his eyes.
That offer wasn't for you, bigmouth!
That meal would cost you 500 riyals.
-I can wait two days.
-Offer ends tomorrow.
Allergies!
-Hello.
-Saltouh, is Trad with you?
-Yes.
-Let me talk to him.
Here. Al Atwi wants you.
-Hello.
-Get in your car and come quick.
What is it?
You'll know when you get here.
Come to the French embassy, pronto.
What is it, man?
His name is Trad.
Bonsoir, monsieur Trad.
Welcome, dear!
-What say you?
-What did she say?
Forget what she said.
Do you know who that is?
-Who?
-Olivea.
Really? Why is she here?
She came with her peeps.
She has a thing at the French Embassy.
-Really?
-Listen. Come quick.
Come. I'll leave your name at the door.
Okay, guys. I don't want…
to bet anymore.
I'll go and do something,
and I'll see you after dawn prayers.
-What?
-Gambling is forbidden. It's well known.
Why do you get to decide?
No, no one decides in religion. Listen.
-The rules of gambling in Islam.
-Yeah?
The religious Islamic council website.
Listen.
-I don't want to listen.
-Just wait.
"It's gambling and betting,
and it's forbidden."
I know the rule. No need to read it.
Listen.
"Its practice by some commoners
does not make it right.
Gambling is forbidden."
We will not cancel the deal.
Saltouh…
the embassy,
drinks and girls.
Are you religious or a rake?
-It depends.
-Have you lost your minds?
This addict wants to get out
for a meal and has a stomach for a brain.
And you, rake, want to go out for Olivea
and think only with your… heart.
Okay, let's vote.
Raise your hand if you agree
on me going out to meet Olivea…
at Jeek's.
-Okay. I agree.
-Really?
Yes, dude. All three of us will win.
Wait. Saad and I will win.
But what will you win?
You'll meet Olivea
and Saad will eat at Jeek's.
And I'll take 1,500 riyals.
No, wait. Let's check. Wait.
Access that website
and I'll shove the laptop up your nose.
Saltouh, don't be so righteous.
Listen, you two! A deal's a deal!
If you want to go out, that's fine.
But it'll cost you 500 riyals.
In relevant news,
forensic evidence will soon lead
to locating the hiding place of…
Idiots! How did you sleep?
…reward for information
on his whereabouts.
Police forces are still looking
for the murderer Badr Ayed,
after he showed up on security footage
in a shopping mall, terrorizing people.
People are going nuts.
It's a crazy person causing issues.
Spare us and change the channel.
Will New Zealand win?
New Zealand meat is excellent.
I know about meat.
Then you put the steak on the barbecue
for two minutes.
Abu Ghannam,
after seeing that steak on the grill,
rate your hunger on a scale to ten.
Nine and a half.
You're really hungry, Abu Ghannam.
And you, dude.
What score would you give your hunger?
Five.
It seems your stomach is not empty.
-Where's the tuna?
-The tuna?
You secretly ate the tuna, you cheat!
Let's open up his stomach.
Wait! Calm down. It's fine, little one.
It's tit for tat.
Eat our share…
and we'll eat yours.
WHY DOGS ARE IMPURE IN ISLAM
TICKET FOR VIOLATING A RED LIGH
LICENSE PLATE SLT XXX
Enough.
If I eat any more,
I'll turn into a dragon.
A dragon spits fire from his nose,
Abu Ghannam.
But what's dripping out of your nose
is something else.
What are you looking for?
My car keys.
Man, you scolded us both for wanting
to go out and now you're going out?
Fucking midgets!
Some asshole took my car yesterday
and I got a ticket notification.
Who says it wasn't you?
Great!
What's this?
Evidence of the crime.
Your bad speculations are sometimes right.
Evidence of your crime, you filthy lover.
-Shut it!
-Let's castrate him.
Prick! You accused me of eating the tuna
after you'd already betrayed us yesterday?
That's my right, dude.
There are no more rights.
Don't ruin this.
There is no damning evidence. Think.
You stole my car, you motherfucker?
I'll show you.
Hello? Abu Futaim? Listen, I need a favor.
I parked my car in front of the retreat.
I need to you to cut the brake line.
Dangerous or not,
it's none of your business.
Do as I said. I'll explain later.
If you want to kill a man,
don't cut the brake line of his car.
Cut the veins of his heart.
Call Marzouk Al Atwi.
Hello.
Atwi.
I need a favor.
-Wake up, doggie.
-What?
-Olivea's on the phone.
-Seriously?
Come, quick. You don't have much time.
Olivea.
Yes, darling Olivea. What were you saying?
Yes, my nose is big.
I forgot she was talking to Saltouh.
I'll show you, Abu Ghannam.
French fries?
JEEK
So, Abu Ghannam,
you chose Jeek over 500 riyals.
You went from a lowlife to a--
Your next meal will be super spicy,
bigmouth.
My stomach!
Get out of my stomach.
Out!
Forget he who forgot you
Welcome back! How's your stomach?
Fine.
Didn't you change your underpants?
Why would I?
Didn't you feel something bite your ass
while sitting on the toilet?
A slight itch from the old injury.
The money's gone!
Guys, I have a riddle for you.
If I held in my left hand
suffering, fatigue and misery…
and in my right,
a fleeting dream and a lost cause…
then I merged them together,
what would I have?
What?
A man with nothing to lose.
BADR AYED IN CUSTODY
Come on, guys.
Quick, or else we'll be late.
Don't worry, brother.
We still have enough time.
-Okay, guys. How do I look?
-Very sharp.
Come on. Start the car, quick.
That's Badr Ayed, the wanted murderer
who turned himself in yesterday
after years on the run,
and who was sentenced to death
as soon as he gets out of the hospital.
Hours before your execution,
do you have anything to say?
I want to thank the three guys
from the retreat where I hid
over the last couple of days.
After the horrors and shit
they put me through…
the death penalty now sounds
like dinner at the Boulevard.
And I want to say something to my mother…
Now, broadcasting live
from the French Embassy in Riyadh,
from the launch
of the French-Saudi Cultural Week.
Thanks, Hazzah. Yes.
The scene is amazing tonight at the launch
of the French-Saudi Cultural Week
with the remarkable presence
of the beautiful French star Olivea.
No brakes.
MASAMEER COUNTY
Subtitle translation by: Muriel Daou