Masameer Junior (مسامير جونيور)

I'm not leaving the closet. You can leave if you want to.

-How long are we staying? -Until they forget about us.

-What if we get hungry? -I have dry yogurt.

Good job, Abu Ghannam. How many?

-Two and a half. -That should last us a week.

-What about water? -Humans can live without water for weeks.

-But you're a dog. -What did you call me, Talisca?

Enough! You packed us into your closet without a plan.

This is a fortress of resilience!

I knew it!

Ms. Widad!

-Get out of the closet! -No!

It's time for the world to see who you truly are!

First grade students.

Ms. Widad, I'll miss you.

I'm greatly indebted to you.

MASAMEER JUNIOR

How about we skip the school phase and join the workforce immediately?

Saad, please, spare us the business talk.

The workforce? What will we even do?

Do you know how much C4 explosives makers earn?

Saad, C4 explosives are banned.

Besides, it needs a diploma and a permit.

I know a diploma forger.

Well done, you creative genius!

Three six-year-old kids with a diploma in bomb manufacturing.

Don't you think we're a bit overqualified for the labor market, Mr. Smarty Pants?

No more cupcakes!

Only assignments

and hard labor.

I hope Ms. Widad can handle my absence.

DEPTHS OF IGNORANCE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL

Hurry up, before you miss the assembly.

Just shut up!

Why is he on edge?

This is our first day of elementary school.

And?

We heard that elementary school is the graveyard of men.

No.

What's this nonsense?

You're living the dream.

If only I could go back in time to elementary school.

Life was easy.

All you have to do is come to school, sit your ass in a desk,

and solve equations like, "Two plus two… equals 36."

Now I know why you're a doorman.

Why are you in a rush?

The hard times will come later. You're living your best days.

You know, Pythagoras here has a point.

-He's right. -To the first grade!

What's the worst that could happen?

HELL

Hell!

You steal, you go to hell.

You lie, you go to hell.

You wear jeans, you go to hell.

Hell!

Hell!

Hell!

I stole your sandwich.

And where's the juice?

Juice?

Saad! Don't!

My face! Oh my God!

The juice is gone.

Why did you do that to your friend?

Weren't you listening?

If you steal, lie, or wear jeans, you go to hell.

But he didn't steal a camel. It's just juice.

Oh, "just juice"?

And when we smoked cigarettes then went to your uncle's?

What did you say when he asked about the smell?

That a supermarket employee was smoking,

then he touched me.

-Then what happened to him? -My cousins beat him.

Three broken ribs,

a punctured lung, and five years in prison.

And hard labor.

Saad, where did you get the football we played with in the Ramadan league?

I stole it from Shneef, the one with the ears.

Exactly. He and I stole, and you lied.

That's two.

Okay. Thankfully, we didn't commit the third one.

-None of us wore jeans? -Yes.

How do I look, guys?

We need to atone for our sins.

PRISON

Good evening, Burhan.

Wow, you've lost weight.

Keto diet?

You ruined my life.

-But you touched me. -Where did I touch you?

My heart… You touched it with your tender soul.

Enough, Burhan. You're being a baby. Here.

For the psychological damage we've caused you.

Five riyals? You cheapskate!

It's worth 200 where he's from.

What do you say, Burhan? Let's forgive and forget?

Thanks!

I'll see you in hell, God willing.

I found it.

You think Shneef will forgive us if we returned it like this?

Hell.

Hell!

Don't cry, dear. What's wrong?

Looks like he's lost.

There's a grown-up.

Sir, we found your son.

Thank you.

Have you seen my boy? He's wearing a red hat.

Call an ambulance.

Save your credits.

Poor thing.

Bro, it's a wolf, not your nephew.

What about animal rights?

Release the poor animal.

No! It's a wolf!

Bro, helping animals is a good deed.

Be free, young soul.

NURSING HOME FOR THE ELDERLY

We did them good. We spared them the humiliation of old age.

ORPHANAGE

Help! Somebody help me!

Call the fire department.

It's rush hour.

It will take them an hour to get here.

The poor woman will die.

-Get out. -What?

-We need the water to put out the fire! -It's not--

The whole thing costs 300 riyals.

Turn it on, bro!

The death toll of the fire that started this afternoon

and burned an entire neighborhood has reached 255.

In addition to financial damages estimated at around 64 million riyals.

The authorities are still investigating the causes.

So that's it? We're going to hell?

Don't say that, Abu Ghannam.

Call an ambulance!

It's all because of our sins.

It's all because of our sins!

Somebody save me from this dirty man!

It's not what it looks like, woman.

You're naked on the roof at night. What am I supposed to think?

Take it easy, woman.

Dr. Mariam Nour says that wearing a towel boosts the immunity.

And what's with the TV?

I'm just watching The Terminator, starring Arnold Schwarzenegger.

"Terminator"?

Yes, of course. "I'll be back."

Go to him…

I knew it, you bastard!

Actually…

It's not my TV!

Have fun with Maisa.

Wait, woman! Who will wash my pants?

Where are you going? Come back! Be reasonable!

Hey!

Samaher!

Come back! You're mistaken!

God help me! Sultan, talk to your sister.

I'm the one who told her to leave you, pig.

Samaher! Baby doll!

Maisa is better than you!

DONKEY CAMP CAFE VIP COFFEE SHOP AND HOOKAH

Go to him, go to him Plant a kiss on his cheek…

Oh boy!

It's crowded.

They came for Maisa.

This is the only place in the whole town

where men come behind their wives' backs to indulge in sin.

Sin?

Whenever Uncle Shlaash's wife catches him watching Maisa, they fight.

Hey!

Enjoy your sins while you can,

because soon I'll take away this forbidden ecstasy!

Bastards!

You're my love You're my fate…

What's on your mind?

Maybe we can't change the past,

but surely we can fix the future.

What?

What did we learn from all our past experiences?

That we're surely going to hell, God willing.

No, Big Nose. We're highly efficient at taking lives.

-Yeah? -We have to slaughter the wench.

-Who? -Maisa Wahbi.

-Why kill her? -Because she's a homewrecker.

To atone for our sins, we need a huge good deed.

Good on you, brother.

-What's with the terrorism vibe? -What terrorism?

You want to kill an innocent woman?

Bro, I'm just saying,

let's resort to violence to avoid going to hell.

That's the definition of terrorism, you bastard!

Big man, do you know where Maisa Wahbi is?

Maisa Wahbi lives in the Republic of Artaqia.

Artaqia?

Yeah.

If you want me to tell you where Artaqia is,

you have to solve this riddle first--