Saturday Afternoon (শনিবার বিকেল)

Respect Holy Ramadan. No eating in public.

Boss, what should we do now?

I am a foreigner here.

You are leading the mission.

You decide.

Hey, man!

What kind of recce you and Ibtesham did?

I shouldn't have come.

It usually takes 20 minutes.

Don't argue.

It's a very bad job.

We were supposed to complete the mission and leave in 15.

How come the police is here in 10 minutes?

God knows!

We are following Plan C.

One more thing.

You don't need to pretend you're a customer anymore.

I think everyone knows who you are.

Don't share the plan with the team right now.

Everybody come out to the main dining room.

Everyone out!

Out! Out! Everyone get out!

Foreigners, to your right. Locals, left.

Two lines!

Two lines! Two separate lines!

Bangladeshis, over there!

Two groups!

Hurry, hurry!

Bangladeshis, that way.

Foreigners, to that room!

We're Japanese.

We are peace-loving Buddhists.

Peace-loving!

Killing innocent Muslims in Myanmar is peace-loving?

I'm not from Myanmar. I'm japanese.

I said move! Move!

Where are you from?

So you understand English?

Get the fuck out of this room!

Before you decide to kill me,

please think about my baby.

Please don't kill my child before it's born.

I'm begging you.

Okay, so.

What about Western military

Who showed them mercy?

Go!

I'm an anti-war activist.

Go!

I'm begging you.

All you fuckers, shut the fuck up!

As we'll be spending some time together, introduce yourselves.

Start from the left first.

You, speak up!

I am Nader Chowdhury. I live in Baridhara.

I work for... a private company.

Recite the Al-Fatiha.

"Praise God, compassionate and merciful. Praise God, Lord of all the worlds."

- "Compassionate and merciful..." - OK, next!

My name is Masud Rana.

I came here from the office.

Stop, we understand Bengali.

My name is Masud Rana.

I came here to buy food for my boss.

- I'm an innocent man. - Look at me when you speak!

I'm an innocent man. I did nothing wrong, sir.

OK, next.

Brother, my name is Faria. I'm a student.

- She studies in North... - Why do you speak for her?

Sorry.

Speak only when permitted.

I study at North South University. Environmental Science. 11th semester.

North South University?

Yes.

Come closer to me.

Step forward. That's fine.

Recite from the Holy Quran.

I told you to recite!

I said recite!

I can't remember, brother!

Then sing a song.

Sing, sing. Won't you sing?

A Hindi song.

Two lines.

You can't recite the Quran.

You must know a Hindi song.

Am I right or wrong?

Sing two lines.

Not only two lines...

I bet...

you know a whole damn song.

Right?

Come on.

Sir, please.

I have been working here for the last ten years.

Creating hundred of jobs for Bangladeshi people.

Sir, I love this country.

Call your wife.

I'm not married, sir.

Are you a homo?

Sir!

Do you have any relatives?

A mother. She's very old.

Call your mother.

Sir?

Call your fucking mother!

Put on the loudspeaker.

Hello, John.

Hello, Mum. How are you?

I'm fine.

Is everything alright? Why did you call so early in the morning?

No reason, Mum.

I was just thinking of you.

John, are you OK?

Mum did you take your medicine last night?

I did John. Is everything OK with you?

Who told you to create jobs?

Making the economy strong made atheist government legitimate.

What's going on, John?

Back in line. Next!

You seem nervous.

No reason to be nervous.

Introduce yourself.

I am Raisa Khondokar.

I live in Gulshan, brother.

I work for a private company.

Your attire...

It pleases me, sister.

Praise the Lord.

No test. Back in line.

One thing...

Wearing the hijab in public...

Sometimes, aren't you harassed?

The atheist seculars openly criticize the hijab and burka these days.

Isn't that right?

I'm sure it's hard.

Honestly speaking, I have never faced any problem.

Really, no problem at all.

But you agree that Islamic culture, tradition and attire

are being condemned more frequently now in Bangladesh.

I understand and I won't debate,

but I must tell you the truth.

I actually see more people following Islamic dress codes.

Women...

Many women are wearing the hijab and burka lately.

- Praise the Lord. - Praise the Lord.

Sister...

One day, you'll see...

You will be rewarded for wearing the hijab.

In the afterlife.

Whores who wear Western dress...

Like that girl!

Know what happens to them?

They go to Hell.

Know why?

Because they are whores.

Bitch!

Please don't call her a bitch.

She was a good person. She always helped others.

Her friends called her the Social Welfare Minister.

She was a huge help to domestic workers and lower class employees of the area.

She ran a school for their children. She found mentors to teach the Quran.

She put off her studies until now because of her social work.

Please don't disrespect her.

I am begging you, please.

Please.

Alright, save your tears.

Go take a seat.

Not that way.

Go over there.

You look like some powerful people.

You look like one.

No.

"I seek refuge in Allah from Satan. In the name of Allah..."

Uncle! Relax, good uncle.

No need to panic.

You think people are being killed here?

We can't call it killing actually.

Let me explain.

We eventually all go to Allah one day or another, right?

We are actually buying these people a ticket to Allah.

Just an earlier trip.

You'll feel more relaxed if you see it that way.

Take it easy.

Sit.

Everyone, listen up.

Take all of this lightly. Easily, too.

Do as I say and you'll be fine. Relax, people.

No reason to panic.

Everyone hear that?

Understand?

All vehicles turn back. Follow the detour.

My name's Shahidul Islam.

I'm a medical equipment trader.

"I seek refuge in Allah from Satan. In the name of Allah..."

Chishti!

You don't have to recite.

You seem like a pious man.

Sit down.

- Mr Chef? - Yes.