DARKNESS. WE HEAR CHAOS: DISTANT GUNFIRE: ARABIC SHOUTS: THEN
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! SMASH CUT TO -
INT. AL-FAHED RESIDENCE, BEDROOM - NIGHT
CLOSE: he’s 40, beaded with sweat, wide awake in his
bed, lying motionless on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
His wife, MOLLY, sleeps peacefully by his side with one arm
laying across him affectionately. Barry, finally having had
enough of being awake, sighs, gently sets her arm aside, and
reaches over to the end table and grabs his GLASSES -- as he
does so, we notice a SCAR on his hand. He sits up on the side
of the bed, puts the glasses on and checks the time -4:32 --
and reaches for A WEDDING INVITATION on the bedside table.
ON THE WEDDING INVITATION
It’s decorated in gold and green. Tacky but expensive. Those
of us who can’t read the elaborate ARABIC cursive on one side
of the invitation can read the ENGLISH on the mirror side:
“The Honorable General Jamal Al-Fahed requests your presence
at the wedding of his son, Major Ahmed...”
As he sighs at the infernal invitation and gets out of bed.
INT. AL-FAHED RESIDENCE, HALLWAY - NIGHT
Barry, now dressed for a jog, quietly closes the bedroom door
behind him. He holds running shoes in his hands.
He walks past a door with a POSTER OF NICKI MINAJ on it, and
a homemade stenciled-spray-painted sign that reads: A WOMAN
WITHOUT A MAN IS LIKE A FISH WITHOUT A BICYCLE. He smiles.
He cracks the door slightly and peeks in and sees:
INT. EMMA’S ROOM - NIGHT
Books everywhere. A poster of LADY GAGA and under it, on the
bed, EMMA, 17, zaftig but cute, wrapped in a blanket, asleep.
A copy of “VAGINA” by Naomi Wolf on her pillow, her hipster
glasses half off her face. Barry walks over, gently takes off
her glasses, sets the book aside, covers her; takes a moment
to look at her with appreciation for her willful spirit --
INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Barry quietly shuts the door: and walks over to a door on the
other side. He opens the door and looks in and sees -
INT. SAMMY’S ROOM - NIGHT
A total jock’s room. Posters of athletes, and evidence of an
athletic life strewn everywhere. A single sized bed against
the wall. On it, SAMMY, 15, handsome, well-built, with his
father’s olive skin, sleeps naked under the sheets. Barry
walks to the bed and squats down close to Sammy’s face.
Sammy. Wanna go for a run?
Sammy opens his eyes: like his Mom’s: blue. A heartbreaker.
I’m going out for a run. Wondered
if maybe you wanted to come with.
...what TIME is it?
A little after five.
Are you crazy?
Sammy turns onto his other side. OFF BARRY: AH WELL.
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Barry sits on a chair and finishes lacing up his sneakers. He
gets up to leave and as he does he magnets the INVITATION to
the fridge. He stares at it balefully, as if it’s trapping
him, crushing him, and WE PUSH IN ON BARRY -- SMASH CUT TO -
EXT. ASIMA STREET - DAY [FLASHBACK, 1979]
A brown Mercedes Benz parked at the entrance to a three story
building. Two military jeeps park on either side of it. It’s
a convoy. SIX ARMED GUARDS stand by the vehicles.
Across the street TWO MEN are busy painting a 50 foot
portrait of President Hassan Al-Fahed on the entire side of a
building. They’ve completed his strong featured face, his
wise narrow eyes, his mustache -- his hair is JET BLACK.
INT. EYE DOCTOR CLINIC, ASIMA - DAY [FLASHBACK]
BASSAM (11) is slightly chubby, nerdy, squints out the 3rd
floor window. SUPER: ASIMA, 1979. Then, we see what he sees -