Treasure (The Treasure)

This story is based on history and legends but has not been adapted literally.

The soul of the adventurous lover... A free soul.

Only it can cross the gates of time, because it holds the secret...

I'm the gatekeeper of Egypt.

Run, Hasan!

Hasan!

SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE, 1975

MASTER'S DEGREE IN EGYPTOLOGY

Take good care of him, David.

Make sure he studies Egyptology, to honor his father's request.

Don't worry. I'll treat him as one of my own. Don't worry.

This is against my will.

I want you away from your dad's enemies.

I'll miss you.

I'll check on you from time to time.

Run, Hasan.

Hasan!

FAMILY MANSION - LUXOR, 1975

Who are you?

-I-- -Carry the luggage, boy.

He's Mr. Hasan, son of the Pasha.

Come in.

Come in, Mr. Hasan.

We're pleased to have you.

Welcome.

I'm Qadem.

Don't you remember me?

I've been around since this house was built.

-You used to pee all over me-- -Enough!

Your uncle is very sick.

He's with the doctor upstairs.

It looks like he's not going to make it through the night.

He's waiting for you.

Go on.

Very low blood pressure.

Uncle?

Uncle?

It's me, Hasan.

May he rest in peace.

It's me, Hasan.

Don't force it. I know you've lost your voice.

I remember you.

I remember your kindness after my parents died.

And your voice.

You spoke as beautifully as you sang.

I'm going to sell this house and we'll go abroad.

I can cure you there... and hear your voice again.

What would you like to drink, Mr. Abdel-Aziz?

Nothing, Qadem. Thank you.

You have to drink something.

How come, Qadem?

Whoever enters this house must drink something.

We don't take no for an answer.

Fine. I'll have coffee.

Black. We don't have sugar.

Seriously?

-My condolences. -Thank you.

I'm Abdel-Aziz Nashar Sudfa, your dad's lawyer after the revolution,

manager of his office during his heyday, while we were still in service.

I'm glad you're here, I need you.

I'm here following the instructions of the deceased, Pasha Bishr.

What instructions?

Pasha Bishr told me, "If I die...

and my brother Mostafa dies...

look for my son, Hasan.

Seek him out wherever he is, and offer him your help."

I didn't come here to dwell on the memories of my dad,

knowing that he's been an unjust and oppressive man.

I'm here to sell the house and go back home with Mrs. Naemat.

That's not the wish of Pasha Bishr.

My father is dead.

But I'm here and I'm selling this house,

with or without your consent.

Truly your father's son.

I understand you, son, and I'll do whatever you want,

but these procedures take time. We're in Egypt.

The execution of the will could take two to three months.

You have to remain here until everything is done.

We'll see what happens until then.

You might change your mind.

I won't change my mind.

We'll see.

Uncle Qadem?

Uncle Qadem?

Is something wrong, sir?

What's the shooting about?

The Assi clan are welcoming you.

-By shooting? -It's their way of welcoming.

I'll tell you later about the Assi clan. I'm going to bed.

And how am I supposed to sleep?

If you can't sleep, I have something important to show you.

-Important? -Come.

-What is it? -Watch.

-Is the camera on, Abdel-Aziz? -Yes, sir.

Close the door behind you.

Yes, sir.

How are you, Hasan?

You're grown up now, right?

If you're watching me right now, that means I'm dead.

I'm no longer on Earth.

But you're an extension to my existence.

I've always believed

that a well-educated person

can lead a good life.

That's why I asked Mostafa to send you abroad.

To study the history of your ancestors.

You're Hasan.

Hasan Bishr.

My son.

The road is long and treacherous.

Should you fail on that road,

my memory will be lost.

Qadem has the second instruction, which is your first clue

towards finding the treasure.

It's your treasure, Hasan.

The one I've left for you.

Show it to him, Qadem. Don't fear for Hasan,

not even for the Assi's bullets.

"Hatshepsut. Foremost of Noble Ladies."

How did you get this papyrus?

Your dad asked me to give them to you.

What's the relationship between Hatshepsut, Ali Zibak

and Dad's recordings?

I know nothing.

Your dad said, "It's all in the diaries."

You have to read them to understand. It was your dad's final wish.

You must fulfill it. Read and understand.

I don't understand.

Don't bother me with these questions. What did you study in Europe?

"The beginning, at the temple."

Why are you worried, High Priest?

Is it related to priesthood matters?

There's more to life.

Please elaborate.

The king is dying. We're all in danger.

All of us? How?

Thutmose I, son of Amun-Ra, has no heir.

Why is there no heir? He has a son, Thutmose II.

He's the son of a minor. Hatshepsut is the only child of real bloodline.

This is wrong.

Hatshepsut is of legal age, and can rule without a regent.

It's unacceptable for a female to sit on the throne of Amun-Ra.

This is against the will of the clergy and the people.

Are you aware of the gravity of this?

The only heir is a female...

unlike any other.

A female warrior.

She's stronger than Thutmose, and any other man.

She was raised by the Wise Man Eni, who hates us all.

He made her hate us too.

Hatshepsut, the soul will always face judgement.

He took care of her as a child.

He raised her on his ideas and beliefs.

He's sick.

I would kill him myself if it weren't for the pharaoh protecting him.

Who sits on the throne?

You, the High Priest.

The voice of God. We have everything.

We have the power, the arms, and the trust of the people.

You rule over Egypt.

I'm the High Priest.

I'm the ultimate voice of God.

I'm the wise rule.

I'm the throne.

Not the one who sits on it.

So we let a woman rule Egypt?

We hand the throne to Hatshepsut and Eni?

No. I decide.

I speak on behalf of the God, Amun-Ra.

I choose who gets to rule Egypt. My decision is sacramental.

The priests have convened, they're always ahead of us.

They're securing a place in power.

Always eager to control the throne of the pharaoh.

He's the ruler and they're the throne. He's the God and they're his power.

What do you think, Master? Who's worthy of the Egyptian throne?

Me, or Thutmose II?

You have the answer. Everything is inside you.

You have the answer to each and every question.

I'm the daughter of Amun-Ra. I'm the legitimate daughter and ruler.

You answered your own question.

Do you truly believe you're God's daughter?

If I said it, that means it's true.

Being a pharaoh is below me.

-You're a woman. -I'm not a woman, nor a man.

I'm the pharaoh.

The priests will stir the people against you.

No one comes between the pharaoh and his people.

I choose to know my people.

BIOGRAPHY

The narrator tells the story of Ras Al Ghoul and his son, Ali Zibak.

At any time, this country

Keeps on delivering

Telling stories about a child

A very brave child

Standing his ground against the flood

Always the hero of all times

Standing his ground against the flood

Always the hero of all times

Darkness spread its wings

DAMASCUS UNDER THE OTTOMANS