House of Saddam (2008) s01e02 Episode Script
Episode 2
I've nothing to forgive you for.
What's the matter with you? You should be making the most of life.
Tomorrow we could all be dead.
In 1979, Saddam Hussein made himslef President of Iraq, ruthlessly eradicating his enemies and promoting those who demonstrating their loyalty.
Go out! Out! - Is that her? - She is pretty.
She is married.
Within a year, Saddam had begun a bloody and brutal war with Iraq's neighbour, Iran.
Hussein.
Stand on your head For the President.
For you he would do anything.
Who is the blonde? Watch this, Qusay.
Eight years later, hundred of thousands are dead, noland has changed hands and the country is on verge of bankruptcy.
Saddam declares a victory.
I want you to know I'd only trust the happiness of my daughter to a man who owes me everything.
Hussein is such a man.
He will be responsible for my personal security.
Come on, let's celebrate! Get out! Get down.
What's happened to the music? Let's have some music.
Come on.
What's the matter with you? We've just won a war.
Dance, everybo-o-dy! Come on, let's celebrate! Another great night for our little prince of death.
Yes, General.
"The law is anything I write on a piece of paper.
" Mohammed Ghani! May I present to you the Victory Arch.
It's a bit small.
No, no, Your Excellency, this is just a model.
I'm joking.
Tell me about your plans.
I see you have adapted my design.
Only very, very slightly, Your Excellency.
You see how the ground bursts open and from it, springs an arm of power and determination.
But this is no ordinary arm.
The arm of victory is none other than the arm of our leader, President Saddam Hussein himself, God preserve and watch over him.
An exact replica of Your Excellency's arm enlarged 40 times and cast in metal from the melted-down weapons of Iraq's martyrs.
Nothing like it exists in the Arab world, or anywhere else in the world for that matter, Your Excellency.
A fitting monument for the martyred sons of Iraq.
Indeed, but expensive, Your Excellency.
Our victory over Iran deserves nothing less.
Good, good.
- Where's my father? - He's up there, sir.
- Baba.
- Ah, at last, Kamel.
He would like the food served at 12 o'clock tomorrow.
- No later.
- For how many? I don't know, 20, including the President.
Make plenty.
Is Baba here? No, sir, your father has left.
Is he with the blonde? Is he with her now? Or is it a different whore? She's been here, hasn't she? You're Baba's little servant.
But Baba won't always be President.
I know you bring her here.
I know you arrange their meetings.
You're a pimp.
For my mother I will kill you.
For my father I'll let you live.
We can remove the cast now, if Your Excellency will permit it.
We fought on Kuwait's behalf.
They share in our victory.
They are supposed to be our brothers.
I estimate that Kuwait's increase in oil production has driven down the prices per barrel by 20%.
At a time when Iraq needs every dollar to rebuild.
Wipeout.
- Who wins? - Who buys the oil? It's not just about the price of oil.
There is more to it.
- Raise Argh! - So sorry, Excellency! OK, my fault, my fault.
Raise the issue at the next OPEC meeting.
I want the other nations to hear our complaint.
Of course.
Excellent, Your Excellency! Excellent! Do you know they are talking about the possibility of sanctions.
We'll talk about it at lunch.
You are invited to lunch with my family.
so does my deputy.
Qusay, at lunch, be sure to tell your father I am not behind these articles praising me in the newspapers.
Please.
The victory over Iran belongs to the President, and no-one else.
General Rashid, my father understands that the press have pages to fill.
You are a hero, Papa.
Sahar, I'm a soldier, like any other soldier.
I'll speak to Baba about it.
Anyway, don't worry, you are family now.
Mustapha's grandpa.
Habibti, we really have to go.
Raghad.
Raghad.
Yalla.
Hussein, this is silly.
We're going to be so early.
I want to be early.
I want to make sure I get a seat next to your father before your idiot brother gets it.
Don't let Baba hear you talk about Uday that way.
It suits you.
You're my brother.
You have to say nice things.
If Saddam doesn't see it, he's either a liar or blind.
It suits you.
I thought the children might have been here, Raghad.
They're at school, Baba.
I don't get to see enough of them.
I could arrange another lunch, just for you, me and the grandchildren.
Maybe.
It would be fun, the children would love it.
Ali.
Tariq is concerned about Iraq's reputation at the United Nations.
Yes.
They are questioning the operation against the Kurds, in particular at Halabja.
It was war.
What do they expect us to do in war? Send flowers? They are calling it genocide.
Genocide? All because I killed a few Kurds? No, Ali, it is because you enjoyed it.
And this is supposed to be a family occasion.
And we are government.
America knows about our use of chemical weapons.
And still their foreign policy favours Iraq.
Why would they? They recognise Iraq as the leading Arab nation.
Agreed.
I think all our soldiers are all very courageous.
Don't you, Qusay? I have also noted that the United Nations Forget the UN, Tariq.
Kuwait is our priority.
If the price of oil continues to drop, there will be no economy and therefore nothing for the UN to sanction.
We should take them out, Baba, they are tiny.
A leader must be prepared to negotiate, Uday.
And one day you'll be leader.
You've changed your hair.
Do you like it? It's blonde.
If you like it, I like it.
Whatever makes you happy.
But do you like it? It looks cheap.
Baba! It does not.
It looks nice.
Sajida, I'm not an expert, but I think it looks very nice.
I've had enough.
Excuse me.
There was a time when we had a river.
It was our playground and our larder.
Times change.
Sajida misses you.
- She's still my wife, Adnan.
- That's what she misses.
Being your wife.
She has everything she's ever wished for.
And she has you.
I'm not her husband.
I can't, Adnan.
I have taken a new wife.
Samira.
Yes, Samira.
If you wish, tell your sister.
Personally, I didn't want to cause her unnecessary pain.
When you address me in future, Adnan, remember I am your president.
I came as a friend, Mr President.
Not as commander of your army.
But you may wish to know that your army also feel neglected.
They have fought for peace and they want to return to their families.
But we have no money to pay them.
One million men, Mr President, all waiting to be told what to do.
But the truth is not what you want to hear.
Adnan! Wait! Wait.
I know what you say is true.
I will feed my army and my country.
But I cannot give to Sajida what isn't there any more.
I'm sorry.
She's your sister.
I hope you understand.
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
Madam! How can I help you? He married her.
You knew before I knew.
A servant.
Never look at me again.
Yes, madam.
I mean, no, madam.
Never speak to me.
How would you describe the mood of the people, Hussein? The people? The people.
They are happy.
Joyful that the war is over.
They're optimistic.
Iraq has a bright future ahead of it.
With a great leader.
What is their view of General Khairallah? Many see him as the perfect soldier.
An intelligent warrior capable of leading from the front.
And who are these many? His fellow officers.
The men he commands.
Men like Qusay's father-in-law, General Rashid.
They would follow him into any battle.
And since the war with Iran, he even has the affection of the people.
Not more than the President, of course.
An army's loyalty should be to Iraq, not to an individual commander.
What happens if the commander falls at battle? You are right.
The Kuwaiti problem may escalate.
I need to be sure of everybody.
Good group.
I keep my eye in.
Are you not shooting, Hussein? I am here to assist the President.
And how is the President? He has traitors on his mind.
Kuwait.
A betrayal by brother Arabs is difficult to stomach.
Agreed.
You are the voice he trusts most, Adnan.
You are practically his brother.
What of it? He needs you at his shoulder.
Is there room for both of us, Hussein? I'm still learning.
Good shooting.
Iraq's muscle-flexing in the Gulf has dominated the OPEC oil minister's talks in Geneva.
Iraq hasn't succeeded in getting the full price rise it wanted, but an increase to around $20 a barrel is likely.
Here comes Kuwait.
The last man to rob me had the grace to wear a mask.
My President has asked me to register his disappointment to our brothers from Kuwait.
Kuwaiti greed and overproduction cost us all dearly.
This is money Iraq can ill afford to lose.
But, gentlemen, it is my sad duty to reveal that greed is not the limit of our complaint against Kuwait.
We have discovered something more sinister.
Please.
We have discovered that the Kuwaitis have been using American technology to slant drill into oilfields under Iraq's sovereign territory.
Extraction of this oil is nothing less than theft of our natural resources.
I am disappointed to see that our Kuwaiti brothers appear amused and unconcerned.
Nevertheless, we look forward to an overdue apology and we demand an immediate end to this shameful practice.
I can't believe he actually married her.
What if he married her because she was pregnant? What if they have a son? - He would be first-born.
- Don't be stupid, Uday.
- You are first-born.
- In this family, yes.
- Not in his new family.
- He doesn't have a new family.
We're the only family.
We're the only sons.
So, he has a second wife.
It happens.
- She's a whore.
- A beautiful whore.
- Have you seen her? - Zaki, shut it! Go and see where all that noise is coming from.
Looks like some party at one of the guest houses over on the island.
Must be Kamel Hanna.
The little shit! He'll keep me awake all night.
Come on, Zaki.
Uday! Let it go.
Zaki, keep an eye on him.
This party is over.
You must all go home.
I said, you must all go home! Sir We have the President's blessing for this party, so we are entitled to enjoy it.
Why don't you leave us alone sir? How dare you speak to me like that? Get off there! Get down! I was trying to be respectful and polite, sir but I am very drunk.
I can barely see you.
Don't make fun of me, you fucking whoremonger! Uday! Stop! Uday, Uday! Stop! Please! It's not worth it! You killed him! You killed him, Uday! I can't believe it! - Oh, shut the fuck up! - What's happened? Zaki keeps saying I killed Kamel Hanna.
- You did! - Did I? What do you mean, "Did I?" - You either killed him or you didn't.
- He killed him! - How do you know? - You got his fucking brains all over your stick! - Oh, shit! - So what if I killed him, huh? But he belongs to Baba.
He trusted him and Baba trusts no-one.
You know that! I'm telling you, this is very serious! Zaki was there, tell him he provoked me.
We'll get witnesses to say he provoked me.
Leave it! - Yes? - Who is this? It's Qusay, Hussein.
What do you want? Tell him to fuck off! Mind his own fucking business! Tell me it is not true.
- No.
It's true.
- Fuck off, Qusay! - Have you told your father? - Not yet.
- I will deal with it.
- No.
No, no.
You tell me where Baba is sleeping and I will deal with it Shit! Shit! Baba is going to kill me! What do you think you are doing now? Uday! - Fuck! - Open the door! - Fuck! - Open the door! I mean it! Open the door or I'll kick it in.
Shit! Are you OK? Baba, they made me puke Saddam, he knows what he did was wrong.
- I want to speak to my son alone.
- We have to deal with this properly.
Everybody but my idiot son out! I swear it was an accident! I didn't mean to kill him.
I am so sorry.
Hussein! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't cut you into pieces.
- One reason! - I have no reason.
You think violence is a pastime?! It is a tool! What are we?! Barbarians?! Excellency.
I want to know everything my son has done.
Everything! And put him in a cell! Little prince, you have really done it this time.
He's a spiteful child! I can't believe he killed Kamel Hanna! I beat him, Samira, like my stepfather beat me.
You are not your stepfather.
You are not your father.
You are Saddam Hussein.
You had good reason to beat him.
You are the father of the nation.
You have to feed us, protect us, and love us.
And in return, we love you too.
I'm afraid this type of behaviour seems to be normal for Uday.
He drinks alcohol, - he is violent in public places - That's enough.
Sons are not always like their fathers.
But he is still young.
He brings shame too often to your house, Saddam.
He is still my son.
He is opening the door for a challenge to the President.
A challenge from where? From those who feel that Uday's behaviour is typical of this family and this government.
The war with Iran has all but brought us to our knees.
We are a tired nation.
The war with Iran has raised Iraq to new heights! Only Iraq and its president stood up to Khomeini.
We haven't been weakened by war, we've been enhanced by war! Blessed by victory! Does the army disagree, General? Are there Kabals who are no longer loyal? - Is that what you are saying? - Loyalty of the Army is not in question here.
So who is it that dares to challenge the President, Adnan? Tell me.
As a brother.
The matter in hand is Uday.
I do not wish to see him harmed.
But he is not a leader.
Hussein? Do you have an opinion? I may agree with you, Adnan, that Uday's behaviour brings a degree of shame to this house.
But in all honesty, my opinion does not matter.
I could never presume to place myself in the shoes of our President.
Never.
What am I to do about the Kurds? Neither Arab nor Iraqi loyal only to themselves.
And what about America? Should I say, "Thank you, Mr Bush"? "Thank you for your credits.
"For the rise in grain.
"For your letters of friendship"? Or do I scream at them for collaborating with Kuwait? For squeezing the life out of my country.
And what of my own people? Do I spend our dollars on education, and leave us open to attack? Do I invest in weapons in the Army? Maybe I should forget my responsibilities, and drink and whore, like my son.
Tell me why you should live or die? Tell me why.
Because I'm sorry.
Because I'm your son.
I swear.
Nothing like this will happen again.
Never.
I swear.
You are supposed to be my heir.
I'm sorry! I promise I'll be good! I'm sorry.
You're sorry.
What's Baba going to do? Worried, little prince? You're no longer important.
Yalla.
Gentlemen, I have sad news for all of us.
It concerns a dear friend and a brave soldier.
It is with regret that I have to inform you of the death of our comrade and friend, General Adnan Khairallah.
How? How did he die? I was informed just over an hour ago.
A helicopter accident.
We will all miss him greatly.
Some weeks ago Adnan advised me of unrest within the Army.
I've invited you here today to allow you to to voice any opinion or grievances you may have, or might have heard.
The floor is yours.
We face betrayal by Kuwait.
Now is not the time for disharmony.
General Rashid.
Your Excellency.
Please leave the room by the door behind you.
Now, General, please.
I demand absolute loyalty from my generals.
Your Excellency I think I speak on behalf of all of us gathered here.
You have our undying loyalty and love.
What's happen to you? - Does Mama know about Adnan? - Not yet.
How did it happen, Baba? I don't know.
And General Rashid? What do I tell my Sahar? You tell her the truth.
You tell her that her father has been placed under house arrest, and that will not change as long as I am President.
Of course.
I understand.
I'm your servant.
- I have to see him.
- You won't be allowed.
- I am his daughter! - It is forbidden.
- He is to have no visitors.
Not yet.
- You are the President's son.
- Do something! - I can't.
- What are you doing? - Going to my father's house.
You can't.
You are going nowhere.
Stop it.
- Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! - Do something! Stop it.
Stop it.
You think you can just do as you please? You can't.
You're my wife.
And that makes you my father's daughter.
Don't you understand what that means? Cause trouble and your father will pay.
Accept it.
Here he is, children.
Your hero father.
Your hero grandfather, hiding behind his desk, in his uniform.
What do you want? Tell them why.
Tell them why you killed my brother.
Tell them! Tell me! Please show your mother to her rooms.
Adnan was your friend.
He loved you and you needed him! Now look what you're left with.
Men who are nothing, but afraid of you! Adnan was killed in a tragic accident.
I am sorry.
Accidents do not happen in Iraq any more.
Go shopping.
Come on, Mama.
Let's go.
At this meeting of the Arab League nothing can be left to chance.
We need to remind the Emir that he is an Arab, not a Texas cowboy.
I wouldn't want there to be any misunderstanding between us.
By driving down the price of oil, you are declaring economic war on Iraq.
As one Arab to another I am asking you to stop.
- Saddam Hussein.
- If you do not we will have to defend our honour.
You think you can intimidate me? You think you have powerful friends? But you are not the only one with powerful friends.
Salaamu Alaikum, Saddam Hussein Al-Tikriti.
Salaamu Alaikum.
Ambassador, I have summoned you here to ask what does it mean when America says it will protect Kuwait? It can only mean prejudice against Iraq.
We understand that the United States wants to secure the flow of oil.
But it must not use methods which it says it disapproves of.
If we feel that you want to injure our pride then we will cease to care and death will be our choice.
Mr President, you speak of friendship and I believe it is clear from the letters President Bush has sent to you that we value our friendship with Iraq extremely highly.
I know you need funds to rebuild your country but we have no opinion on Arab-Arab conflict like your border disagreement with Kuwait.
No opinion? That's correct.
However, I would like to stress our President's strong desire for peace and stability in the Middle East.
- She backed down.
- So? How was the meeting? These things are always difficult to read.
She expressed no opinion on Arab-Arab conflicts.
The big collaborators have been found out and they backed down.
- That is excellent.
- She also mentioned President Bush's desire for peace.
Of course.
Peace is what we all desire.
But first the world has to be fair and, at the moment, it is not fair.
Kuwait believes they have powerful friends.
They will never agree to our demands.
They will continue to steal our oil, and they will sell our debt to foreign banks, effectively making Iraq bankrupt.
We have no choice but to invade, Tariq.
No choice.
Hussein? I can't believe we got the Emir's fucking dinner service.
- Make sure none of it gets broken.
- Not to worry.
Golden boy.
What? Not expecting to see me here? Does my father know you're here? Why don't you mind your own business and I will mind mine.
There is enough here for all of us.
No fighting.
I've not forgot about you, Hussein.
My father has had many favourites.
But only one first son.
The aircraft carrier USS Independence has been sent to reinforce American naval strength in the Gulf, as the West ponders over what to do next.
The fact is that President Saddam Hussein has seized control Kuwait and the Americans are buying the support of 30 nations, Tariq.
It requires the might of 30 nations to face Iraq.
We should be proud.
Now, what of negotiations? Not good news, Mr President.
None of our grievances will be considered until we withdraw unconditionally.
They fear me, Tariq.
They want to destroy me.
Mr President, in the last year the world has turned on its head.
- Russia no longer has influence.
- Russia will never abandon Iraq.
Gorbachev will talk, and they will listen.
I'll do my very best.
Your Excellency! Deliver Gorbachev! But the America will not stand aside.
The world will not allow the strong to swallow up the weak.
For the US response we go live to CNN's Wolf Blitzer live at the Pentagon.
The deadline for Iraq to comply with all UN resolutions passed just over four hours ago with no sign of Iraqi forces starting to pull out Gentlemen.
War is now inevitable.
This is a war that we have already won.
It takes 30 nations to stand against one single Arab power.
Already we are glorious.
Maybe we are playing into their hands.
Maybe we should pull back.
Even America would not attack a retreating army.
There will be no retreat.
But the Americans, they have far superior technology.
Smart bombs.
Missiles.
There is a chance we could be obliterated before we even see their faces.
The President has spoken.
There will be no retreat.
Exactly.
America will not be able to stomach the loss of 10,000 soldiers.
We have the greater will and we will never bow our heads.
Never! Iraq has become the nation we dreamed it would be and God will be on our side in this, the mother of all battles.
Up to 20 huge explosions shook central Baghdad.
The engines of approaching cruise missiles and allied bombers could be heard across the city.
You look tired.
You should rest.
There will be time for rest later.
We can stay at the next house for at least four hours.
It's not far.
- Samira - You are safe.
She needs help.
Mr President.
She fractured her cheekbone, Mr President, and of course, she will need stitches.
- See to it.
- Of course.
I have to go.
I will arrange for you to be taken to safety.
I have to go, my love.
Thank you.
We have a new command post ready for your approval.
It is close by.
It is a villa of a loyal party member.
His name is Hafiz.
- Are you all right? - Fine.
Everything's all ready inside.
Mr President.
I wish we had known you were coming.
I would have prepared things.
I must get you out of the city and into hiding.
As long as you're free they cannot claim victory.
I will not hide.
In 300 years, the invasion of Kuwait will not look like a mistake.
My wife, Aisha.
Can I get you anything? A glass of tea? Tea.
Thank you.
We must prepare.
Applaud your victories, my dear citizens.
You have faced the might of 30 countries, great Iraqis.
You have won.
You are glorious.
How sweet victory is.
I am ordering you to stand and fight.
Stand and fight! Deserters will be shot.
Cowards will be shot.
Do you understand? What's happening? The withdrawal from Kuwait is almost complete and we believe we have inflicted heavy losses on our enemy.
I'm ordering our forces to re-group at the border.
The coalition would never dare pursue us into our territory.
Like that, we can counterattack more effectively.
It's too late for lies.
My people report a sustained attack on the main column retreating along Highway 80.
The army is trapped in the Mutlaa Ridge.
We are losing a lot of men.
A large number of units are surrendering.
Or they are deserting.
Why wasn't I told this? Have the Americans closed the border? We expect them to do so in the next couple of hours.
Why did you not tell me this? I have not heard these reports.
- You are the commander of my army! - What good would it do? We're finished.
There is nothing we can do to stop them.
STOP IT! Pull back all of the Republican Guard units.
They must fall back to defend Baldat.
Do it now.
This is General Hussein, your commanding officer.
There are new orders for all Republican Guard.
He is sleeping.
To dead men.
Which is what we are.
Better dead than being captured.
How can he sleep? What were we thinking, taking on America? Can I kill him now? No-one would miss him.
Baba would miss him.
Well, if the Americans come, I'm going to put a bullet in his head.
If the Americans come, I'll be pleased to let you.
Wake up.
The Americans have declared a ceasefire.
They are withdrawing to the border.
Are you sure? It's confirmed.
This comes direct from God.
God has chosen life for Saddam Hussein.
I need to see my people.
I must declare our victory! This is a great victory! A great victory, my sons! Praise be to Allah for saving Iraq.
Praise be to Allah for saving Saddam Hussein.
This is MY country.
This is my country! My country!
What's the matter with you? You should be making the most of life.
Tomorrow we could all be dead.
In 1979, Saddam Hussein made himslef President of Iraq, ruthlessly eradicating his enemies and promoting those who demonstrating their loyalty.
Go out! Out! - Is that her? - She is pretty.
She is married.
Within a year, Saddam had begun a bloody and brutal war with Iraq's neighbour, Iran.
Hussein.
Stand on your head For the President.
For you he would do anything.
Who is the blonde? Watch this, Qusay.
Eight years later, hundred of thousands are dead, noland has changed hands and the country is on verge of bankruptcy.
Saddam declares a victory.
I want you to know I'd only trust the happiness of my daughter to a man who owes me everything.
Hussein is such a man.
He will be responsible for my personal security.
Come on, let's celebrate! Get out! Get down.
What's happened to the music? Let's have some music.
Come on.
What's the matter with you? We've just won a war.
Dance, everybo-o-dy! Come on, let's celebrate! Another great night for our little prince of death.
Yes, General.
"The law is anything I write on a piece of paper.
" Mohammed Ghani! May I present to you the Victory Arch.
It's a bit small.
No, no, Your Excellency, this is just a model.
I'm joking.
Tell me about your plans.
I see you have adapted my design.
Only very, very slightly, Your Excellency.
You see how the ground bursts open and from it, springs an arm of power and determination.
But this is no ordinary arm.
The arm of victory is none other than the arm of our leader, President Saddam Hussein himself, God preserve and watch over him.
An exact replica of Your Excellency's arm enlarged 40 times and cast in metal from the melted-down weapons of Iraq's martyrs.
Nothing like it exists in the Arab world, or anywhere else in the world for that matter, Your Excellency.
A fitting monument for the martyred sons of Iraq.
Indeed, but expensive, Your Excellency.
Our victory over Iran deserves nothing less.
Good, good.
- Where's my father? - He's up there, sir.
- Baba.
- Ah, at last, Kamel.
He would like the food served at 12 o'clock tomorrow.
- No later.
- For how many? I don't know, 20, including the President.
Make plenty.
Is Baba here? No, sir, your father has left.
Is he with the blonde? Is he with her now? Or is it a different whore? She's been here, hasn't she? You're Baba's little servant.
But Baba won't always be President.
I know you bring her here.
I know you arrange their meetings.
You're a pimp.
For my mother I will kill you.
For my father I'll let you live.
We can remove the cast now, if Your Excellency will permit it.
We fought on Kuwait's behalf.
They share in our victory.
They are supposed to be our brothers.
I estimate that Kuwait's increase in oil production has driven down the prices per barrel by 20%.
At a time when Iraq needs every dollar to rebuild.
Wipeout.
- Who wins? - Who buys the oil? It's not just about the price of oil.
There is more to it.
- Raise Argh! - So sorry, Excellency! OK, my fault, my fault.
Raise the issue at the next OPEC meeting.
I want the other nations to hear our complaint.
Of course.
Excellent, Your Excellency! Excellent! Do you know they are talking about the possibility of sanctions.
We'll talk about it at lunch.
You are invited to lunch with my family.
so does my deputy.
Qusay, at lunch, be sure to tell your father I am not behind these articles praising me in the newspapers.
Please.
The victory over Iran belongs to the President, and no-one else.
General Rashid, my father understands that the press have pages to fill.
You are a hero, Papa.
Sahar, I'm a soldier, like any other soldier.
I'll speak to Baba about it.
Anyway, don't worry, you are family now.
Mustapha's grandpa.
Habibti, we really have to go.
Raghad.
Raghad.
Yalla.
Hussein, this is silly.
We're going to be so early.
I want to be early.
I want to make sure I get a seat next to your father before your idiot brother gets it.
Don't let Baba hear you talk about Uday that way.
It suits you.
You're my brother.
You have to say nice things.
If Saddam doesn't see it, he's either a liar or blind.
It suits you.
I thought the children might have been here, Raghad.
They're at school, Baba.
I don't get to see enough of them.
I could arrange another lunch, just for you, me and the grandchildren.
Maybe.
It would be fun, the children would love it.
Ali.
Tariq is concerned about Iraq's reputation at the United Nations.
Yes.
They are questioning the operation against the Kurds, in particular at Halabja.
It was war.
What do they expect us to do in war? Send flowers? They are calling it genocide.
Genocide? All because I killed a few Kurds? No, Ali, it is because you enjoyed it.
And this is supposed to be a family occasion.
And we are government.
America knows about our use of chemical weapons.
And still their foreign policy favours Iraq.
Why would they? They recognise Iraq as the leading Arab nation.
Agreed.
I think all our soldiers are all very courageous.
Don't you, Qusay? I have also noted that the United Nations Forget the UN, Tariq.
Kuwait is our priority.
If the price of oil continues to drop, there will be no economy and therefore nothing for the UN to sanction.
We should take them out, Baba, they are tiny.
A leader must be prepared to negotiate, Uday.
And one day you'll be leader.
You've changed your hair.
Do you like it? It's blonde.
If you like it, I like it.
Whatever makes you happy.
But do you like it? It looks cheap.
Baba! It does not.
It looks nice.
Sajida, I'm not an expert, but I think it looks very nice.
I've had enough.
Excuse me.
There was a time when we had a river.
It was our playground and our larder.
Times change.
Sajida misses you.
- She's still my wife, Adnan.
- That's what she misses.
Being your wife.
She has everything she's ever wished for.
And she has you.
I'm not her husband.
I can't, Adnan.
I have taken a new wife.
Samira.
Yes, Samira.
If you wish, tell your sister.
Personally, I didn't want to cause her unnecessary pain.
When you address me in future, Adnan, remember I am your president.
I came as a friend, Mr President.
Not as commander of your army.
But you may wish to know that your army also feel neglected.
They have fought for peace and they want to return to their families.
But we have no money to pay them.
One million men, Mr President, all waiting to be told what to do.
But the truth is not what you want to hear.
Adnan! Wait! Wait.
I know what you say is true.
I will feed my army and my country.
But I cannot give to Sajida what isn't there any more.
I'm sorry.
She's your sister.
I hope you understand.
Happy birthday.
Thank you.
Madam! How can I help you? He married her.
You knew before I knew.
A servant.
Never look at me again.
Yes, madam.
I mean, no, madam.
Never speak to me.
How would you describe the mood of the people, Hussein? The people? The people.
They are happy.
Joyful that the war is over.
They're optimistic.
Iraq has a bright future ahead of it.
With a great leader.
What is their view of General Khairallah? Many see him as the perfect soldier.
An intelligent warrior capable of leading from the front.
And who are these many? His fellow officers.
The men he commands.
Men like Qusay's father-in-law, General Rashid.
They would follow him into any battle.
And since the war with Iran, he even has the affection of the people.
Not more than the President, of course.
An army's loyalty should be to Iraq, not to an individual commander.
What happens if the commander falls at battle? You are right.
The Kuwaiti problem may escalate.
I need to be sure of everybody.
Good group.
I keep my eye in.
Are you not shooting, Hussein? I am here to assist the President.
And how is the President? He has traitors on his mind.
Kuwait.
A betrayal by brother Arabs is difficult to stomach.
Agreed.
You are the voice he trusts most, Adnan.
You are practically his brother.
What of it? He needs you at his shoulder.
Is there room for both of us, Hussein? I'm still learning.
Good shooting.
Iraq's muscle-flexing in the Gulf has dominated the OPEC oil minister's talks in Geneva.
Iraq hasn't succeeded in getting the full price rise it wanted, but an increase to around $20 a barrel is likely.
Here comes Kuwait.
The last man to rob me had the grace to wear a mask.
My President has asked me to register his disappointment to our brothers from Kuwait.
Kuwaiti greed and overproduction cost us all dearly.
This is money Iraq can ill afford to lose.
But, gentlemen, it is my sad duty to reveal that greed is not the limit of our complaint against Kuwait.
We have discovered something more sinister.
Please.
We have discovered that the Kuwaitis have been using American technology to slant drill into oilfields under Iraq's sovereign territory.
Extraction of this oil is nothing less than theft of our natural resources.
I am disappointed to see that our Kuwaiti brothers appear amused and unconcerned.
Nevertheless, we look forward to an overdue apology and we demand an immediate end to this shameful practice.
I can't believe he actually married her.
What if he married her because she was pregnant? What if they have a son? - He would be first-born.
- Don't be stupid, Uday.
- You are first-born.
- In this family, yes.
- Not in his new family.
- He doesn't have a new family.
We're the only family.
We're the only sons.
So, he has a second wife.
It happens.
- She's a whore.
- A beautiful whore.
- Have you seen her? - Zaki, shut it! Go and see where all that noise is coming from.
Looks like some party at one of the guest houses over on the island.
Must be Kamel Hanna.
The little shit! He'll keep me awake all night.
Come on, Zaki.
Uday! Let it go.
Zaki, keep an eye on him.
This party is over.
You must all go home.
I said, you must all go home! Sir We have the President's blessing for this party, so we are entitled to enjoy it.
Why don't you leave us alone sir? How dare you speak to me like that? Get off there! Get down! I was trying to be respectful and polite, sir but I am very drunk.
I can barely see you.
Don't make fun of me, you fucking whoremonger! Uday! Stop! Uday, Uday! Stop! Please! It's not worth it! You killed him! You killed him, Uday! I can't believe it! - Oh, shut the fuck up! - What's happened? Zaki keeps saying I killed Kamel Hanna.
- You did! - Did I? What do you mean, "Did I?" - You either killed him or you didn't.
- He killed him! - How do you know? - You got his fucking brains all over your stick! - Oh, shit! - So what if I killed him, huh? But he belongs to Baba.
He trusted him and Baba trusts no-one.
You know that! I'm telling you, this is very serious! Zaki was there, tell him he provoked me.
We'll get witnesses to say he provoked me.
Leave it! - Yes? - Who is this? It's Qusay, Hussein.
What do you want? Tell him to fuck off! Mind his own fucking business! Tell me it is not true.
- No.
It's true.
- Fuck off, Qusay! - Have you told your father? - Not yet.
- I will deal with it.
- No.
No, no.
You tell me where Baba is sleeping and I will deal with it Shit! Shit! Baba is going to kill me! What do you think you are doing now? Uday! - Fuck! - Open the door! - Fuck! - Open the door! I mean it! Open the door or I'll kick it in.
Shit! Are you OK? Baba, they made me puke Saddam, he knows what he did was wrong.
- I want to speak to my son alone.
- We have to deal with this properly.
Everybody but my idiot son out! I swear it was an accident! I didn't mean to kill him.
I am so sorry.
Hussein! Give me one good reason why I shouldn't cut you into pieces.
- One reason! - I have no reason.
You think violence is a pastime?! It is a tool! What are we?! Barbarians?! Excellency.
I want to know everything my son has done.
Everything! And put him in a cell! Little prince, you have really done it this time.
He's a spiteful child! I can't believe he killed Kamel Hanna! I beat him, Samira, like my stepfather beat me.
You are not your stepfather.
You are not your father.
You are Saddam Hussein.
You had good reason to beat him.
You are the father of the nation.
You have to feed us, protect us, and love us.
And in return, we love you too.
I'm afraid this type of behaviour seems to be normal for Uday.
He drinks alcohol, - he is violent in public places - That's enough.
Sons are not always like their fathers.
But he is still young.
He brings shame too often to your house, Saddam.
He is still my son.
He is opening the door for a challenge to the President.
A challenge from where? From those who feel that Uday's behaviour is typical of this family and this government.
The war with Iran has all but brought us to our knees.
We are a tired nation.
The war with Iran has raised Iraq to new heights! Only Iraq and its president stood up to Khomeini.
We haven't been weakened by war, we've been enhanced by war! Blessed by victory! Does the army disagree, General? Are there Kabals who are no longer loyal? - Is that what you are saying? - Loyalty of the Army is not in question here.
So who is it that dares to challenge the President, Adnan? Tell me.
As a brother.
The matter in hand is Uday.
I do not wish to see him harmed.
But he is not a leader.
Hussein? Do you have an opinion? I may agree with you, Adnan, that Uday's behaviour brings a degree of shame to this house.
But in all honesty, my opinion does not matter.
I could never presume to place myself in the shoes of our President.
Never.
What am I to do about the Kurds? Neither Arab nor Iraqi loyal only to themselves.
And what about America? Should I say, "Thank you, Mr Bush"? "Thank you for your credits.
"For the rise in grain.
"For your letters of friendship"? Or do I scream at them for collaborating with Kuwait? For squeezing the life out of my country.
And what of my own people? Do I spend our dollars on education, and leave us open to attack? Do I invest in weapons in the Army? Maybe I should forget my responsibilities, and drink and whore, like my son.
Tell me why you should live or die? Tell me why.
Because I'm sorry.
Because I'm your son.
I swear.
Nothing like this will happen again.
Never.
I swear.
You are supposed to be my heir.
I'm sorry! I promise I'll be good! I'm sorry.
You're sorry.
What's Baba going to do? Worried, little prince? You're no longer important.
Yalla.
Gentlemen, I have sad news for all of us.
It concerns a dear friend and a brave soldier.
It is with regret that I have to inform you of the death of our comrade and friend, General Adnan Khairallah.
How? How did he die? I was informed just over an hour ago.
A helicopter accident.
We will all miss him greatly.
Some weeks ago Adnan advised me of unrest within the Army.
I've invited you here today to allow you to to voice any opinion or grievances you may have, or might have heard.
The floor is yours.
We face betrayal by Kuwait.
Now is not the time for disharmony.
General Rashid.
Your Excellency.
Please leave the room by the door behind you.
Now, General, please.
I demand absolute loyalty from my generals.
Your Excellency I think I speak on behalf of all of us gathered here.
You have our undying loyalty and love.
What's happen to you? - Does Mama know about Adnan? - Not yet.
How did it happen, Baba? I don't know.
And General Rashid? What do I tell my Sahar? You tell her the truth.
You tell her that her father has been placed under house arrest, and that will not change as long as I am President.
Of course.
I understand.
I'm your servant.
- I have to see him.
- You won't be allowed.
- I am his daughter! - It is forbidden.
- He is to have no visitors.
Not yet.
- You are the President's son.
- Do something! - I can't.
- What are you doing? - Going to my father's house.
You can't.
You are going nowhere.
Stop it.
- Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! - Do something! Stop it.
Stop it.
You think you can just do as you please? You can't.
You're my wife.
And that makes you my father's daughter.
Don't you understand what that means? Cause trouble and your father will pay.
Accept it.
Here he is, children.
Your hero father.
Your hero grandfather, hiding behind his desk, in his uniform.
What do you want? Tell them why.
Tell them why you killed my brother.
Tell them! Tell me! Please show your mother to her rooms.
Adnan was your friend.
He loved you and you needed him! Now look what you're left with.
Men who are nothing, but afraid of you! Adnan was killed in a tragic accident.
I am sorry.
Accidents do not happen in Iraq any more.
Go shopping.
Come on, Mama.
Let's go.
At this meeting of the Arab League nothing can be left to chance.
We need to remind the Emir that he is an Arab, not a Texas cowboy.
I wouldn't want there to be any misunderstanding between us.
By driving down the price of oil, you are declaring economic war on Iraq.
As one Arab to another I am asking you to stop.
- Saddam Hussein.
- If you do not we will have to defend our honour.
You think you can intimidate me? You think you have powerful friends? But you are not the only one with powerful friends.
Salaamu Alaikum, Saddam Hussein Al-Tikriti.
Salaamu Alaikum.
Ambassador, I have summoned you here to ask what does it mean when America says it will protect Kuwait? It can only mean prejudice against Iraq.
We understand that the United States wants to secure the flow of oil.
But it must not use methods which it says it disapproves of.
If we feel that you want to injure our pride then we will cease to care and death will be our choice.
Mr President, you speak of friendship and I believe it is clear from the letters President Bush has sent to you that we value our friendship with Iraq extremely highly.
I know you need funds to rebuild your country but we have no opinion on Arab-Arab conflict like your border disagreement with Kuwait.
No opinion? That's correct.
However, I would like to stress our President's strong desire for peace and stability in the Middle East.
- She backed down.
- So? How was the meeting? These things are always difficult to read.
She expressed no opinion on Arab-Arab conflicts.
The big collaborators have been found out and they backed down.
- That is excellent.
- She also mentioned President Bush's desire for peace.
Of course.
Peace is what we all desire.
But first the world has to be fair and, at the moment, it is not fair.
Kuwait believes they have powerful friends.
They will never agree to our demands.
They will continue to steal our oil, and they will sell our debt to foreign banks, effectively making Iraq bankrupt.
We have no choice but to invade, Tariq.
No choice.
Hussein? I can't believe we got the Emir's fucking dinner service.
- Make sure none of it gets broken.
- Not to worry.
Golden boy.
What? Not expecting to see me here? Does my father know you're here? Why don't you mind your own business and I will mind mine.
There is enough here for all of us.
No fighting.
I've not forgot about you, Hussein.
My father has had many favourites.
But only one first son.
The aircraft carrier USS Independence has been sent to reinforce American naval strength in the Gulf, as the West ponders over what to do next.
The fact is that President Saddam Hussein has seized control Kuwait and the Americans are buying the support of 30 nations, Tariq.
It requires the might of 30 nations to face Iraq.
We should be proud.
Now, what of negotiations? Not good news, Mr President.
None of our grievances will be considered until we withdraw unconditionally.
They fear me, Tariq.
They want to destroy me.
Mr President, in the last year the world has turned on its head.
- Russia no longer has influence.
- Russia will never abandon Iraq.
Gorbachev will talk, and they will listen.
I'll do my very best.
Your Excellency! Deliver Gorbachev! But the America will not stand aside.
The world will not allow the strong to swallow up the weak.
For the US response we go live to CNN's Wolf Blitzer live at the Pentagon.
The deadline for Iraq to comply with all UN resolutions passed just over four hours ago with no sign of Iraqi forces starting to pull out Gentlemen.
War is now inevitable.
This is a war that we have already won.
It takes 30 nations to stand against one single Arab power.
Already we are glorious.
Maybe we are playing into their hands.
Maybe we should pull back.
Even America would not attack a retreating army.
There will be no retreat.
But the Americans, they have far superior technology.
Smart bombs.
Missiles.
There is a chance we could be obliterated before we even see their faces.
The President has spoken.
There will be no retreat.
Exactly.
America will not be able to stomach the loss of 10,000 soldiers.
We have the greater will and we will never bow our heads.
Never! Iraq has become the nation we dreamed it would be and God will be on our side in this, the mother of all battles.
Up to 20 huge explosions shook central Baghdad.
The engines of approaching cruise missiles and allied bombers could be heard across the city.
You look tired.
You should rest.
There will be time for rest later.
We can stay at the next house for at least four hours.
It's not far.
- Samira - You are safe.
She needs help.
Mr President.
She fractured her cheekbone, Mr President, and of course, she will need stitches.
- See to it.
- Of course.
I have to go.
I will arrange for you to be taken to safety.
I have to go, my love.
Thank you.
We have a new command post ready for your approval.
It is close by.
It is a villa of a loyal party member.
His name is Hafiz.
- Are you all right? - Fine.
Everything's all ready inside.
Mr President.
I wish we had known you were coming.
I would have prepared things.
I must get you out of the city and into hiding.
As long as you're free they cannot claim victory.
I will not hide.
In 300 years, the invasion of Kuwait will not look like a mistake.
My wife, Aisha.
Can I get you anything? A glass of tea? Tea.
Thank you.
We must prepare.
Applaud your victories, my dear citizens.
You have faced the might of 30 countries, great Iraqis.
You have won.
You are glorious.
How sweet victory is.
I am ordering you to stand and fight.
Stand and fight! Deserters will be shot.
Cowards will be shot.
Do you understand? What's happening? The withdrawal from Kuwait is almost complete and we believe we have inflicted heavy losses on our enemy.
I'm ordering our forces to re-group at the border.
The coalition would never dare pursue us into our territory.
Like that, we can counterattack more effectively.
It's too late for lies.
My people report a sustained attack on the main column retreating along Highway 80.
The army is trapped in the Mutlaa Ridge.
We are losing a lot of men.
A large number of units are surrendering.
Or they are deserting.
Why wasn't I told this? Have the Americans closed the border? We expect them to do so in the next couple of hours.
Why did you not tell me this? I have not heard these reports.
- You are the commander of my army! - What good would it do? We're finished.
There is nothing we can do to stop them.
STOP IT! Pull back all of the Republican Guard units.
They must fall back to defend Baldat.
Do it now.
This is General Hussein, your commanding officer.
There are new orders for all Republican Guard.
He is sleeping.
To dead men.
Which is what we are.
Better dead than being captured.
How can he sleep? What were we thinking, taking on America? Can I kill him now? No-one would miss him.
Baba would miss him.
Well, if the Americans come, I'm going to put a bullet in his head.
If the Americans come, I'll be pleased to let you.
Wake up.
The Americans have declared a ceasefire.
They are withdrawing to the border.
Are you sure? It's confirmed.
This comes direct from God.
God has chosen life for Saddam Hussein.
I need to see my people.
I must declare our victory! This is a great victory! A great victory, my sons! Praise be to Allah for saving Iraq.
Praise be to Allah for saving Saddam Hussein.
This is MY country.
This is my country! My country!