House of Saddam

Iraq is the nation we dreamed it would be.

I would like to stress our President's strong desire for peace and stability in the Middle East.

Look who you are left with. Men

My father has had many favourites.

But only one first son.

Deserters will be shot. Cowards will be shot. Do you understand?

Well, if the Americans come. I'll put a bullet in his head.

I'd be pleased to let you.

This is my country!

When I was a boy, in Tikrit,

a traveller walked through my village.

The villagers stared at the stranger.

But he kept on walking.

and challenged him.

"What are you doing here?

"Asking for trouble?"

The traveller was astonished. "What do you mean?" he said.

"I am not looking for trouble.

"I have no weapon, no gun, no knife,

"I have nothing."

"But that's just what I mean," the old man said.

"By walking without a weapon,

"you are inviting an attack."

We are currently surrounded by enemies and collaborators, Qusay.

Iraq has a right to protect its people.

To benefit from the skills of its scientists and engineers.

The presence of weapons inspectors is nothing more than a temporary inconvenience.

Qusay is becoming powerful.

He is the - President's son, don't forget. - So am I.

By marriage.

Weapon development is the responsibility of my ministry.

Not Qusay's.

It should be me in charge of this consignment committee.

Hussein, if Saddam says dig a hole, you dig a hole.

Don't let your ambition control you.

Be patient.

How many of these documents do we have to bury?

We don't have to bury any. We just watch.

Mr Aziz.

We seem to be taking an awfully long time to reach the plant.

Almost there, Mr Ekeus.

Not far now.

Stop. Stop.

Could you reverse, please. This is not the right way in.

Mr Aziz, what's going on?

Stop the bus. It's not the correct entrance. Stop the bus, please.

Could you stop the bus right now, please!

Stop, stop.

Everybody come.

We are from the United Nations. My name is Rolf Ekeus.

It's all right. Thank you. Mr Ekeus.

Just follow me.

It's all right. They can't stop us from entering the building.

It's all right, they're with me. I beg you, wait a minute please.

Listen to me, Mr Aziz... Please...

Remain calm! There is no need to be alarmed.

Everything is under control.

Everybody, please! Remain CALM!

You should have crashed the bus, Tariq.

With all your inspectors inside. Then they could experience our broken-down hospitals.

What's done is done.

It was unfortunate, but it changes nothing.

Except they trust us now even less. Is that possible?

Ekeus must understand the suffering he's causing Iraq. No produce in the markets.

No medicines in the hospitals. No books in the schools.

Baba. Sorry I'm late. Forgive me.

So, what are we talking about?

UN dogs and economic sanctions.

We are reviewing strategies.

We should tell them to mind their own fucking business. How is that for an idea? Uday.

If Ekeus has a grievance, then he can come to me.

I'll deal with it.

Now, I don't want to be disturbed.

Any brilliant ideas, you say?

Are you trying to make a fool of me in front of my father?

- What are you doing? - Uday, calm down.

He tried to make me look a fool.

I was just asking a question. Yes, I have an idea, Hussein.

To fucking kill you.

Uday! Do you like it?

And the day is coming.

Uday!

We are all family here.

The day is coming.

Why do we have to tolerate him?

He's a danger. A danger to all of us.

- And to this country! - Hussein!

Baba. Ah, Qusay.

You are here. Come, come and see the family tree.

Baba, you need to speak to Uday. He and Hussein... Look!

It has been proven.

There is a clear line.

I am descended from the prophet.

We have royal and holy blood in our veins.

We are blessed and favoured!

I knew it.

Yet, this...gift also brings its burdens.

Because we have risen so high, we've become a target.

We must always be on our guard, Qusay.

Yes, go. Go.

What happened to you? Uday happened to me.

He's sick in the head.

No sooner had your father left, he starts yelling in my face, throwing food at me. Why?

Because he's Uday. He does what he likes.

I'll speak to Baba. No! He should know how Uday is behaving!

Don't you think your father already knows? It would make me appear weak.

Leave it. I will deal with it.

Your father is not interested any more.

In you? In anything.

So Mama, will you be celebrating the national holiday tonight?

I doubt it. All of my children will be with their father.

Because we have to be, Mama.

I'd rather be at my club. With your Russian prostitutes?

Still with the blonde, I understand.

Not really.

Yes, really. Eat, Azizzi.

I'm not stupid.

He's with no-one, Mama.

He's has the weapons inspectors to think about.

The sanctions. He is writing the Qu'ran with his own blood.

Seriously.

Today is the Day of Days, we celebrate our victory over Iran.

Yes, I know. The President is at the disposal of his people.

Mr Ekeus.

Exactly how many more months, years will these inspections take?

After all, you've seen everything there is to see several times.

continue until such time as I am satisfied I have seen everything.

Today, I meet my people.

They petition me for favours.

A tradition on the Day of Days.

What do I say to the mother who asks me for milk for her baby?

Do I tell her you are searching for an invisible atomic weapon,

and as soon as you find it, then her child can be fed?

Mr Ekeus, the United Nations are punishing the people of Iraq.

For no reason. No reason.

YOU can stop this torture.

Mr President.

Mr President!

I will provide you with a list of people I'd like to interview.

Mr Ekeus, I... Enjoy the celebrations, Mr Aziz.

Our country's dying, Saddam. Look at it.

All it would take is for me to lose my temper with Uday just once

and we could be one of them.

Look at them, the poor wretches.

Then I suggest you don't lose your temper!

Enter! Efta!

Are we selling it as this? With Medical Aid labels?

Of course not, we're going to change the labels.

Drive it into Jordan first thing in the morning.

Sell it there. Everything accounted for?

Yes, sir. Unload the rest of the trucks.

Did you hear what I said?

Unload them.

There's somebody waiting to see you.

Hey...golden boy!

Do you like my new gun?

I'm taking your trucks and everything that's in them.

What are you going to do about that?

The trucks and the contents

belong to the people of Iraq.

Emergency aid.

And yet, you're selling it on the black market.

Hasta la vista, baby!

Why didn't you warn me? How? He had a gun. It's Mr Uday!

What is Uday doing here?

He's taking the trucks. But that is our money.

So now it is his money.

It's time for us to act, brother, before it's too late.

Tonight! Does it have to be tonight?

Go hurry them up.

Hussein, this is crazy. Hussein!

Raghad? My dress.

Come in!

Raghad, we have to leave.

It's a party. We won't be late.

We want to look perfect.

Please. Hurry up.

Two minutes. OK. Ignore him, sister. Two minutes, no more.

Stop!

You. Follow me.

Hey, where are you going?

I haven't finished with you.

Wait, wait, wait.

Uday...not tonight.

Not here.

Go.

And take the glasses with you.

Make sure you clean your nose.

Hussein, we're going miles out of our way. What's happening?

I told you, there is something I have to do.

What? Habibi.

Are you feeling unwell?

We're not going to the party.

What? Hussein? They would've found out sooner or later.

Hussein, what's going on?! Ali!

Ali! Hussein and Saddam Kamel. Have they arrived yet with my sisters?

I haven't seen them.

Then check that they've left - the President will be ready any moment.

And he wants his family around him.

Uday! Uday!