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That's enough man, do you want to get the car inside the house?
Come on, get lost you're not a driver, not even close
Come on, get lost
He's upset because he had to give me a ride, it was a terrible ride
He's upset, but of course he is keeping his anger for himself
He lives in my building
And he has me to answer to about everything, just like everyone else in here
This is my territory Salah Rossi's territory
You may think of me as the minister of Internal Affairs of the territory
This means I control everything that comes in and that comes out
Everything
Go, Moha the shop must have opened
Go woman and send me the tea I have to go to work
This is uncle Jad the beans seller
He's the first one to wake up and the last one to start his work here
He wanders the streets causing you despise everything that's in this world
He makes you wish you'd never grow old less you become like him
Good morning uncle Jad
Uncle Jad doesn't reply to my greetings
I forgot to tell you that uncle Jad is deaf
Because it isn't possible for him to hear well and yet, not to reply to my greetings
Help me, anybody...
This is uncle Sayyed the baker beating up his wife Samira
He hits here everyday and no one would stop him
Because after in 15 minutes exactly, her laughter will resound everywhere around
You may think about this as their own behavioral pattern
That's how they spend their mornings
Beating up, then comforting, then sighing and you know what comes next
Tell me about the seduction
I can't take that anymore enough, have pity on me
This is Hamdy Alloulah the foremost of the guys in the territory
He wished to become a bandit but he doesn't know how
He has a small brain which means "Illah"
- Hamdy "Illah" - Don't call me "Illah"
Indeed, you are "Illah" when you defy me
And when you cheat the drugs those you gave to me
In this case, you'd be then seeking your own death, Hamdy Alloulah, "Illah"
And for that you had to open my brain with your dagger in front of everyone?
This is no good Salah, I swear to God
It's ok, I don't want you to get upset
What? I'm making up with you never mind, it's over
You have to thank God I didn't cut your throat
People here are meek
Hadn't I, Salah Rossi, been amongst them, they would have perished long ago
By the way, I get very upset from the expression "Bandit"
It's becoming a slapdash expression
These are the times of the big fish
Those poor people of "Bissaria" have no place on the Nile, except on its shore
People, I am the shore!
You, people of "Bissaria" I am the shore
What a fruit!
When would God get him out of this alley before something bad happens
Did you say something, Sabbouha?
No bro, I am not saying anything I'm just talking to myself
I understand, you mean Ventriloquism
She likes to play the hard to catch
It's ok, suit yourself
But when you make up your mind blow the horn or turn on the head lights
I am hopeful
Hopeful, hopeful, you slut
You slut, you slut
And who is this one too? That's what I needed in the morning
I knew from the way it started that it's going to be a damned day
This is Fathi, the filthiness itself
Destiny cast him to our neighborhood and no one knows where he came from
There he is, sitting for a while at each doorstep
What's good about Fathi is that with him the neighborhood had turned into a clean area
This man cleans everything except himself, the miserable one
Good for you Fathi
I'm calm, I'm calm, you stupid
Stop taking that crap that you are addicted to and put something in your stomach
Why don't you go and pray a little bit?
This is my mom, the Hajjah
They call her "Hajjah", although she's never been anywhere outside this neighborhood
Get back to the place of ruins that you came from
These are the clothes of your uncle Zaki, he's my father
And no-one calls him "Hajj" because he drinks all day long
He kept at it until alcohol ruined his body
Every morning my mom throws his clothes out
Then he comes back at night bringing half a kilo of "Kofta" to make sup with her
from "El Hady" barbecue restaurant
Because the Hajjah loves "Kofta" a lot
Every time I get into our house I smell the stink of rottenness
Who did this?
Fathi, son of the sick it's you also, even in here?
Fathi!
Fathi!
Hey you, Fathi
Kid, bring Fathi here at once bring that shit right now
Yes master
He'll make a garbage dump out of our house
I was wondering where this stinky smell is coming from
Damn you
He gathered all the neighborhood's garbage
- He thinks himself a man of property - Get in, right now
Get in man, come on
- This is my stuff - No, this is my stuff
- No, this is my stuff - Take it man
Take all the garbage to any damned place just throw it out of here, now
Zaki, Zaki
Zaki, are you calling my father by his name, Zaki?
What a doomed morning God have mercy
What's wrong with you? Why are you so loud?
Salah, why don't you leave him alone?
Why can't you be quiet? It's the morning, leave him be
How is that, father? He's going to fill the place up with bugs
- Me, me, bugs? - You are filthier than bugs
- You are filthier than bugs - Stop it
Salah, the hens of your mother left their dirt all over the house
No one can clean up their stinky remains in the roof, except him
- I clean the roof - Good for you, good for you
Father, after that he won't leave the house and no one will ever be able to chase him out
He's just waiting for the chance to stay for ever in the coop
- I clean the roof, you stupid - Stupid, I am the stupid?
- Father, I will cut his throat right here - Calm down Salah, my son
I brought him here to clean up the roof and after that, I will kick him out of here
- God help me with both of you - It's alright
Clean up the roof and collect the garbage and get the hell out of here
- Do you understand? - Zaki, you stupid
Do you know what'll happen if I see you again?
- Go away - Stupid!
I don't understand why is my father so tender all of a sudden
as if this stupid man will get him to heaven
There he comes the reason of all the rouse downstairs
- In what garbage dump you were sleeping? - That's my mom!
- Good morning Um Salah - Damn you and damn your parents!
Damn you
My mom loves me a lot I am her only son
Don't you dare eat my chicken
I just bought it ready made because I don't have enough strength to cook
Is that the voice of a weak woman?
The one with my mom is Nahed
My gentle girl
The tenderness side in my life
An orphan poor girl I am her father and her mother
Her only vice is her occupation as a nurse
She gives shots to men and sees some ugly things
A bad career
Come on, give the shot quickly will you inject me or operate on me?
- Just a second, I'm ready now - Wait until I turn
Alright
I encouraged her to come into my room
because there are some passionate contacts between us, but the smooth kind of contacts
- Because she is a hard to catch girl - Salah!
- Honestly, I tried a lot with her - You bad guy!
But she didn't give in to me that's why I am going to marry her
If the devil doesn't bring her to me then let the priest will do!
Kid, give the garbage bag to Fathi and tell him to throw it away
Its smell makes the whole place stink
What's with this Fathi who became very important all of a sudden?
Alright, mother
Fathi...
Come my darling
Wait for me, I'll be back
The kitchen, Salah
- Are you acting stupid? - The kitchen
Listen, don't act stupid less I'll hit you
- Pickup this garbage - You will bring the dagger
Don't be afraid, there's no dagger pickup the garbage
The garbage that's in the bin put it in the bag
- In this bin - The bag
- Put it in the bag - Put it in the bag
- Put it in the bag - Come on, hurry up
- Hurry up - Put it in the bag
Put it, take out the dagger out
Put it in the bag
The beautiful smell makes the distances shorter
- I missed you - I am leaving
- You mother's just slept - That's the whole point, girl
What, haven't you smelled the nice fragrance?
I wanted to talk to you a bit
Alright, say what you want, and no games because I know what you're up to
What games, am I a game player?
- Am I a game player? - That's enough
- But I haven't done anything yet - Your mom, your mom
I'm just holding your hand
Hand, shoulder, waste and there you go
- No, let go off me - I will, right now
Salah, stop that Salah don't cause me a scandal
- You slut - You will cause me a scandal, Salah
A slut, a slut, you slut, you slut
- You bastard! - You slut, you slut...
Isn't it pretty?
Thank you
It looks great on you
I pray God keep you, Salah pray you'll always bring me stuff
He charged me 2000 pounds and didn't accept one penny less
But it doesn't matter, because any money I pay isn't a waste, when it's for your
- Do you want to add the chili? - Yes, the plate is cold
Where did you get the money from, Salah?
It was a cold debt that a friend owed me and I took it from him
Waiter, get the flowers
- Where to? Don't take me, I did nothing - Let go off him, leave him
I didn't do anything I didn't do anything
I didn't do anything I didn't do anything...
Who is it? What's the matter?
Dad!
Dad!
- Why did you tell me that he's here? - Our source insisted that he's here
Does Salah Rossi live here?
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