TEXT: (birds chirping) (sighs) (line ringing) This is Fauzi Nidal. Leave a message and I'll call you back. (beep) Fauzi, it's, uh... it's me again. Barry. Um... Bassam. Uh, I'm not sure if you're getting my messages, but, um, I'm coming for my nephew's wedding. Uh, arriving tomorrow. My US cell number should work, so, uh... so call me. It would be good to see you. (panting) (indistinct shouting) Jamal, fix your button. How do you expect people to respect you if you can't dress yourself? (indistinct shouting) Jamal. Bassam. Come on, Jamal. Come out. Khaled! Khaled! Khaled! Khaled! Khaled! Khaled! Khaled! Khaled! Khaled! Khaled: Wave, Jamal. Not like a girl. Wave. Jamal, go stand over there. Mr. President. Khaled: My son will cut the ribbon. It is a great honor... to be standing here with you, the good people of Ma'an. (cheering and applause) This ground, once stained with the blood and tears of conflict, has been cleansed by the sweat of your good work. (cheering) This bridge is more than just steel and concrete. It is a symbol that despite our differences... (gunfire) Get down, Bassam! (muffled gunfire, shouting) (phone ringing) (panting) Barry: Hello, Mrs. Shapiro. Mrs. Shapiro: I'm sorry to call so early, Doctor, but Danny's been coughing all night. Barry: Uh, well, uh, Dr. Chang is covering my patients this week, so let me give you his service number... Mrs. Shapiro: I'm sure he's fine, but I really trust you. Barry: I'm glad you trust me, but he's an excellent doctor and I'm about to leave town, s... Mrs. Shapiro: I get that you're busy, but what if
SUMMARY:
Bassam "Barry" Al Fayeed, who is married with two children and living in self-imposed exile in the United States, reluctantly returns to his home country to attend the wedding of his older brother's son. Back home he meets up with his father, the ruler and dictator of the country, and other family members. He soon experiences the brutality of the regime, especially that of his brother, who is the heir apparent.