Sharīf (Arabic: شريف šarīf) or Chérif is a traditional Arab tribal title given to those who serve as the protector of the tribe and all tribal assets, such as property, wells, and land. In origin, the word is an adjective meaning "noble", "highborn". The feminine singular is sharifa(h) (Arabic: شريفة šarīfah). The masculine plural is Ashraf (Arabic: اشراف ʾašrāf).
Primarily Sunnis in the Arab world reserve the term sharif for descendants of Hasan ibn Ali, while sayyid is used for descendants of Husayn ibn Ali. Both Hasan and Husayn are grandchildren of Prophet Muhammad, through the marriage of his cousin Ali and his daughter Fatima. However ever since the post-Hashemite era began, the term sayyid has been used to denote descendants from both Hasan and Husayn. Arab Shiites use the terms sayyid and habib to denote descendants from both Hasan and Husayn; see also ashraf.
From 1201 until the Hejaz was conquered by Ibn Saud in 1925, this family held the office of the Sharīf of Mecca, often also carrying the title and office of King of Hejaz. Descendants now rule the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan, the name being taken from the Banu Hashim, the sub-tribe of Banu Quraish, to which Prophet Muhammad belonged.
A story about camaraderie, honor, and the big pitch.
A world exists that nobody knows about...
Plot
21st century. USA. The second civil war. The whole country is in a state of emergency. What was formerly called the American Congress now rules with fascistic methods. There is only one free city left, Steel Harbor, headquarter for the resistance. This is the hometown of Barb Wire, owner of the night club Hammerhead. As times aren't good, Barb has a second job. She's a bounty hunter and you probably wouldn't want her after you. Barb's credo is to never take sides for anybody and that's the only way to survive these days. As her former lover Axel Hood appears asking for a favour, Barb suddenly finds herself to be key player on high political stage. Now she has to take sides...
Keywords: 2010s, action-heroine, airplane, airport, armored-truck, bail-bondsman, bar, bare-breasts, based-on-comic, based-on-comic-book
Don't call me babe!
No laws. No limits. No turning back.
Alexander Willis: Add it to my tab, Miss Kopetski. Boom boom boom!::Barb Wire: Barbara Kopetski died in the war. I'm Barb Wire.
[repeated line]::Barb Wire: Don't call me babe!
[an Asian stripper asks Barb a question in French]::Barb Wire: [not understanding] Come again?::Stripper in Dressing Room: [to Barb] She's Chinese.
Alexander Willis: Colonel Pryzer. Alexander Willis, Director of Police Operations. Welcome to Steel Harbor.::Coloney Pryzer: Wipe that smile off your face, Willis! This burned-out hellhole is the last place on Earth I want to be right now. And if it wasn't for your almost complete incompetence, I wouldn't be here in the first place. Would I?::Alexander Willis: Yes, well needless to say I intended to have both Krebs and Cora D extraditcated and sent back to Washington by now. However, due to circumstances...::Coloney Pryzer: [interupting] Listen carefully, if Cora D escapes, I will personally rip your heart out of your ass and stuff it back down your throat!::Alexander Willis: [sarcastic] That's not very sanitary.
Manny: What are you doing here?::Barb Wire: [holds up a cigarette] Looking for a light. Got one?::Manny: [laughing] I don't smoke.::[Barb shoots him in the head with a mini-dart from the fake cigarette]::Barb Wire: Neither do I.
[last lines]::Alexander Willis: Where will you go now, Barb?::Barb Wire: Well, I hear Paris is nice this time of year.::Alexander Willis: Mind if I tag along with you?::Barb Wire: Don't mind.::Alexander Willis: I do believe I'm falling in love.::Barb Wire: Get in line!
[Col. Pryzer is torturing Charlie with electric shocks]::Coloney Pryzer: One last chance, Charlie. Where are the rental lenses?::Charlie Kopetski: [defiant] The Easter Bunny took 'em!::[Charlie is hit with more electric shocks and he screams in pain]::Charlie Kopetski: [in agony] Please... stop! I'll talk! This guy has them. I gave the lenses to this guy.::Coloney Pryzer: What guy?::Charlie Kopetski: This big guy. He's big and fat. He has a white beard, he wears a red suite, he lives at the North Pole... and he goes by the name of Kringle. Kris... Kringle.
Woman in Torture Room: [moans]::Colonel Pryzer: Why don't we start again? From the beginning.::Woman in Torture Room: I told you. I told you everything I know. I told you.::[Mind scan up on screen one]::Woman in Torture Room: [Image is present. Image is recording]::Colonel Pryzer: Citizen, I... uh, I abhor torture. But your words just don't match your thoughts. There are too many details you're just not sharing with us. Our little mind-reading device doesn't lie.::Woman in Torture Room: [groans]::[Reset sensors. Go]::Colonel Pryzer: Now, where's Dr Corrina Devonshire?
Woman in Torture Room: You'll never find her.::Colonel Pryzer: You're so beautiful. I'm sorry.::[electrocutes her to death]
Axel: What happened to "Barb doesn't take sides"?::Barb Wire: Keep it to yourself.
Plot
A plane explodes; one passenger is a London businessman who's insured for $1 million. His unfaithful wife is the beneficiary. The insurance agency arranges to pay, but also assigns their top investigator, Peter Lynch, to sniff out irregularities. The widow goes to Greece for the payout; Peter follows her, introducing himself. He becomes her protector and her companion, but the relationship is short lived. She has decided to take the money in cash and plans an immediate trip to Tokyo. Is she guilty of her husband's murder, and if so, who's her accomplice? An Athenian police inspector, an Interpol agent, and a French photojournalist join Lynch in the investigation.
Keywords: accomplice, adulterous-wife, adultery, affection, airplane, airplane-accident, airport, alone, ambush, american
[first lines]::Lisa Baumer: Hello, this is Lisa. Yes, it's alright. Yes, his plane will be leaving in a few minutes. You know I'm dying to see you. Soon, hurry darling, I'll be waiting. Bye.
[last lines]::Cléo Dupont: Oh, John, you're still in town! I was told you flew out of Athens yesterday.::John Stanley: Well, before I went anywhere, I was waiting... for a beautiful day and a beautiful girl.
Sinbad: You better kill me now, Omar, because as long as I have one drop of blood left in my veins, I'll find the strength to tear you apart. Filthy coward!::Omar: Throw him in the dungeon.
Omar: [referring to Sinbad] I want to see the terror of death in his eyes.
Escape to Explosive Adventure!
Hasta la polla de ese trato,
de ese prejuicio ingrato tan beato de que andamos como patos,
de que el rap es un barato juego para los niñatos,
una música sin alma que le gusta a cuatro gatos.
Mira, voy a enseñarte como romper los cerrojos
pa que puedas ver el rap a través de nuestros ojos.
en cuatro frases te hablare de los prejuicios
y en las siguientes cuatro te diré como es mi oficio
[Scratches Hazhe]
Ese rapero de la tele con pistolas,
que presume de sus putas pero luego duerme a solas,
ese rapero convertido en millonario,
no sé cómo decirlo, nunca ha ido por mi barrio.
Aquí la gente sobre el polvo escribe versos,
y, no los maquillan con collares y con gestos,
si, escriben es que están buscando desahogo,
porque saben que el bolígrafo es el mejor psicólogo.
Ese rapero que ha perdido los papeles,
y trabaja de pelele en un programa de la tele,
Ese rapero con diamantes y zafiros,
créeme cuando te digo que no ha sido de los míos.
Aquí la rima es un oficio bien serio,
un remedio pa vivir en medio de este cementerio
donde MC's con criterio rapean versos explícitos
con más sentido común que los políticos.
Ese rapero que ahora sale en las revistas,
con dientes de oro y limusina para artistas, no.
ese rapero con zapatos italianos
escúchame bien no representa a mis hermanos.
Aquí el rap no es sinónimo de ruido,
más bien es una lanza en el costado del olvido,
una forma independiente de nadar contracorriente
del conjuro más potente pal orgullo malherido, niño
Ese rapero con complejo de pastel,
que avergüenza como el raper del anuncio de Jazztel
mira, ese rapero que está en venta y perjudica,
complica y no representa a nadie de mi clica.
Aquí el idioma que se usa es la emoción,
y es lenguaje universal como el sexo o el amor,
y si no lo entiendes tranqui, yo te explico la ecuación
aquí el rap es igual a vísceras más corazón.
[Scratches Hazhe]
Por eso mira chaval, no me provoques,
yo solo escribo rap real no t equivoques,
mi música es Hip Hop, nada q ver con ese circo
de cinco raperos presumiendo de ser ricos.
Por eso mira mama, si te preguntan,
diles la verdad no dejes que se confundan,
mi música resume, no solo son rimas que presumen,
porque el rap es una forma de vida y no un perfume
Ajá, no, no es un perfume
esta canción es pa que entiendan la diferencia
de los que escriben con el corazón no escriben por apariencia
es dos mil nueve, a ras de sueño, mi hombre Hazhe está en la base
Kicked my heart when the phone was a ringing, waiting outside with the love I'm saving for you, saving for you.
Ripping it apart when I say what I'm thinking girl I feel fine when I see you enter the room, enter the room.
Gotta hold back gonna be to soon gotta hold back with a girl like you oh yeah.
Come down to me & I'll crawl back to you with open arms, open arms. Tell me it's true it's over with you, & your love, & your love.
Gotta hold back gonna be to soon gotta hold back with a girl like you, oh yeah.
Gonna drink until it's right, empty bottle & a long long night. Someone made my point of view & I win my way right back to you.
Spend another night with a surrogate lover bending my mind with another picture of you, pictures of you. Breaking my heart for a hell of a reason, hanging me up when the seasons over for you, it's over for you.
I was down, I was blue, for a moment
Til I found someone new for me to adore
Young than me, prettier than you
Now I won't need your kisses anymore
She was carved out of sunlight, sprinkled in diamonds
Just a sight far too bright for me to ignore
Silent in time but echoing for miles
Now I won't need your kisses anymore
Floating around in the world I'd come to know
Made me believe life was a mess
But feeling the warmth and the calmness of her heart
I was realigned cause I realized
That loving her made sense
I'd lost my direction when I found her
Now I have more control than ever before
The sky is still blue but I won't follow suit
Cause I won't need your kisses anymore
Drove by your house
The lights are on
Two shadows cross
And my mind is gone
Well your words left me cold
And my years left me dry
And I guess you put me in my place
Another wasted rose for you
Sold my beliefs
Cause I'm a fake
You gave so much
But I wouldn't take
Well your words left me cold
And my years left me dry
And I guess you put me in my place
Another wasted rose for you
Don't burn my bridge
That's all I need
I may be dead to you
But I still bleed
Well your words left me cold
And my years left me dry
And I guess you put me in my place
Another wasted rose for you
I'm not sad, I'm not scared
I'm too empty now to care
And I guess you put me in my place
Another wasted rose for you
Another wasted rose for you