01x15 - Episode 15

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-Good morning, ma'am. Are you going out?
-No, I just got back from a party!

-What do you think? Am I going out?
-I say you are going out...

-For exercise.
-Bravo, Mona.

Your radar is always on, amazing!

-Nothing can be hidden from you.
-Is that what you think of me, Mrs. Reem?

What do you think about this? Take it.

-What is this?
-The key to the library.

Now you can clean it anytime you want to.

I want you to always be
in a relaxed mood, Mona.

Good morning, ma'am.

Is Jaber here?

He doesn't sleep at the villa
anymore, as you ordered.

Perfect.

-She gave you the key?
-Yes, I swear.

-Really?
-Yes, it's still in the hall.

-What are you talking about?
-As I told you, all our doubts were wrong.

The poor woman is suffering
because she can't have children.

Mrs. Reem can't have children?

What are you talking about?

She is taking those pills
to adjust her hormones.

Now it's her hormones? They're messing
with your brain big-time, you poor woman.

And what about all the stuff
that was in the box?

How do you know what was in the box?

-Did you see them?
-No.

-I am analyzing. It's just logic.
-And I am talking facts.

Because I saw them with my own eyes.
I was standing next to her.

-You saw them with your own eyes?
-No, I saw them with my feet!

She opened the box
in front of me, darling.

You should have seen how guilty
Mrs. Najah looked.

She couldn't sleep a wink.

Do we still have sugar here?
It seems we need sugar.

-What's the matter with you, Sariah?
-Don't say a word.

-Guess what?
-What?

Mrs. Najah found the key
to the box of wonders.

-So?
-She opened it...

and the items inside were replaced.

Yes! This means my plan is working.

And my assessment was correct.

What plan? And what assessment?

Straight flush!

Good morning, Mrs. Sahar.

Good morning, Mona.
Are they still sleeping?

Mrs. Najah is up and still in her room.
She said she's coming down a bit later.

And Mrs. Reem left very early.
I guess she went jogging.

-Whose coffee is this?
-It's for Mr. Hadi.

-I will take it to him.
-No, really?

-I also want some coffee.
-Enjoy!

-Hello.
-Hello.

Yesterday evening was cool, wasn't it?

Not bad. It was okay.

No, really, it was really fun.

It was acceptable.

-Is Basil still sleeping?
-Yeah, he's sleeping.

Coffee?

-I'll pour it.
-No, let me.

Yes, darling.

Why are you late?
We're waiting to have coffee with you.

I'm sitting here with Sahar.

Okay, don't be late.

She says hi.

What is it?

I expected you'd be calling me
before I called you.

But it's good that you didn't call.
I was still sleeping a little while ago.

Good for you.
Hope you slept well.

Better than you can imagine.

So... did you think
about what we discussed?

Hello?

I thought about it.

And what do you say?

Do you have the money ready?

-Meet me at the office in an hour.
-That's underhand.

No matter how you fix it,
it'll always be underhand.

I can't in an hour.

And the meeting won't be at the office.

I will send you the location,
and you will come at five o'clock.

No way. I can't do five o'clock.

Yes, you can,
and you'll come crawling like a dog!

Bonjour, sis.

Cat got your tongue?

You don't want to answer
your eldest brother?

That's quite disrespectful.

Say something.

What am I to say?

"Thank you," for example.

Because I told you about the box,
that Mrs. Najah was searching for its key.

By the way...

this idea
about the children's toys is strong.

You have been strong
and smart all your life.

Otherwise, you wouldn't
have reached this status.

Get out of my face!

Really?

After I did you the favor of a lifetime,
is this what you say to me?

Anyway, I will tolerate this.

What matters is that you and your partner
hid the things that were in that box.

And now, things are as clear
as the sunlight.

And the dumb grooms
don't know anything about your past.

And this costs money, sis.

Follow me.

I thought we already agreed
yesterday about the money.

Today's different than yesterday,
just like the dollar exchange rate.

Yesterday I had doubts,
but today I'm sure.

And I can't afford the previous
agreement between us any longer.

You can't afford it, really?

-All right, we'll double the amount.
-We'll triple it!

I mean, for the sake of blood ties.

Don't forget that we're siblings,
we're the same flesh and blood!

Amazing, this one is something.

If they knew
that the driver is your brother,

-and that Lamees is...
-Shut your mouth!

Shut up!

I'll triple the amount.

But you're not taking another dime
from me, no matter what.

All right.

What time does Lamees finish school?
I want to take her out.

-Out? Where to?
-None of your business.

-When will you give me the money?
-See you at two o'clock.

I'll pick her up from school
and bring her to you.

And then, I will take the money.

Come on now, get lost.

Good morning... my wife.

Do I have to keep it on
even when I'm at home?

Don't worry, you don't have
to wear it at all.

Basil!

What's wrong?
What happened to you?

You don't know what's wrong with me?

You didn't figure it out?

I never find you next to me
when I wake up in the morning.

You don't want to wear your ring,
and you don't want to be close to me.

Each time I take a step closer to you,
you take a thousand steps back.

Tell me what you want, Sahar.
What do you want from me?

Lower your voice.

What do I want? I want some time.

Why can't you understand
that I'm afraid of the step that I took?

Afraid or regretful?

I'm asking you a question! Answer me!

-Are you afraid or regretting it?
-Basil, we're not alone.

I'm not leaving until you answer me.

Tell me, are you afraid or regretful?

A while ago, I was afraid.

But now, I am regretful.

What are you looking at?
Get back to work, all of you.

Damn her, what a viper that woman is.
God help you, Mr. Basil.

-Hello.
-Welcome.

What can I do for you?

No, no, wait, wait.

Whatever you want! You want money?
I'll get it for you right now.

Shut up.

Get in here and get down!

Who sent you? Who sent you?

Start talking, or I'm emptying this clip
into your head. Who sent you?

-Master Jaber.
-You're lying! Who is this Master Jaber?

It's Master Jaber, I swear.

Eat, Ayoub, eat.

Eat, my darling, eat.

There's no lettuce.
What can I do?

Eat. You don't want to?

All right, you can play here. Play now.

I could tell that you didn't sleep
all night long.

You were crying.

Look, the first night is difficult,
then you'll get used to it.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Why are you so surprised?

Because my face is scarred?
Or because I'm eating stale bread?

You'll get used to this later.

My face...

You will get used to my face.

And you'll also
get used to the stale bread.

What can we do? It's all we get.

We have to eat.

One bag of bread a week.

Or sometimes every 10 days.

It all depends
on the generosity of Mr. Jaber.

But listen, sometimes he can be
so generous, and he brings me some dates.

And some lettuce for Ayoub.

I'm going to be a good hostess.
I don't even do this for Ayoub.

Take this, eat.

Eat. I know that you're hungry.

Aren't you going
to tell me your name?

Farah.

g*dd*mn you, Jaber.

He even chooses our names meticulously!

You are Farah, and I am Bassima.

Maybe someday Saeeda will come!

Come on, laugh!

Laugh! Life is senseless.

Be Saeeda!

Have you been here for long?

Actually, ever since
my face got like this.

Is he the one that burned your face?

God forbid!

I threw acid on my face

to disfigure it and keep him
from selling me.

I brought you some pills
for your headache.

-And a client sent an email asking about...
-Later, Samira, later.

-But the client insists...
-Later, I said.

Okay, sir.

Meet me at this location at five o'clock.
I'll be waiting.

-Please, calm down.
-I said I'll go.

Give me this. Don't worry,
Abdallah and Hanane will go with me.

How would you keep up with us?

Perhaps it'll be crowded.

It might take us a long time.
Something could happen to you.

What more could happen to me
than what already has?

I beg you, Abdallah, say something.

I'll take care of everything,
Abu Mahmoud. Don't you trust me?

Of course I trust you, Abdallah,
but I want to see my son.

You'll see him, I swear. Let's go.

We have to go, we're running late.

Stay here, Hanane,
with Rasheed. I'll handle everything.

Let's go, please, let's go.

-Easy, darling, take it easy.
-Careful, don't rush.

I want to see my son!

Be careful. Here's the chair.
Make him sit down.

Take care of him, Abdallah, please.

Please, plug this in to start
the machine. Quick!

Take a breath, breathe.

-Start the machine. Come on!
-I got distracted! This is awful.

Please, God! Breathe, breathe.

-What's going on here, ma'am?
-Waiting for him to start breathing well.

Don't say the wrong things, Mahmoud.
You do as I told you.

-If I did that, I'd be lying.
-So lie then!

Isn't that better than being convicted?

Stealing a car is not a misdemeanor.

It's a felony, and the sentencing
is three to ten years.

If you don't want to lie, go ahead
and do ten years in prison.

But I didn't steal
because I am a bad person.

I stole because I was in need.

I had to.

That was my only option.

Had the government...

Had the government secured me a job...

I wouldn't be here now.

Whether you were in need or not,

whether you were forced or not,
it's the same thing.

In the eyes of the law,
someone stealing a loaf of bread

is just like someone stealing
a thousand dollars.

But those who steal millions,
we don't hold them accountable.

We don't call them thieves.

On the contrary...

we say they are smart and clever.

-Isn't that right?
-Why are you surprised?

As if you just moved to Lebanon!

This country is like that, it was made
like that, and will always be like that.

Of course it will stay like that...

as long as there are people like you,
who would manipulate the law.

I stole...

and I should be held accountable.

As much as all those who stole
should be held accountable.

And the big thieves should go
before the small ones.

The big thieves are not subject
to accountability, Mahmoud.

If you want to be held accountable,
that's your business.

-I've done all I can.
-The fifteen minutes are over.

I can't give you more time.
I have to start the interrogation.

Thank you, sir!
You've done more than enough.

-Excuse me.
-You can go.

Mahmoud, your parents are outside.
When we finish the interrogation,

I will let you see them.

My father is here?

-How was he able to come?
-It was very difficult.

-How are you now, darling? Better?
-Better, thank God.

Thank you, Um Mahmoud.

Here you are, ma'am.

-Hope he gets better.
-Thank you.

Hope you're feeling
better now, Abu Mahmoud.

Please tell me, what did they say
to you about Mahmoud?

-He's good, thank God.
-When are we going to see him?

You'll see him.

Thank God. Thank God.

So, Mahmoud, tell me
what happened in detail.

Mahmoud?

Sir, I'm a good person.

I never once took what wasn't mine,
my whole life.

I'd never even think about it.

But when the woman thought I was a valet,
and she gave me the keys to her car...

Satan clouded my mind.

I was in a very difficult situation.

I had knocked on each and every door...

and all of them were slammed in my face.

I didn't have another solution.

I had to do this.

I got in the car, and I left.

What happened next?

I was on my way,
and my conscience started to hammer at me.

And I felt guilty.

I couldn't go through with it.

But I was scared that,
if I brought the car back,

they would arrest and question me.

So, I drove out to a remote place,
then parked the car there and left.

So, it wasn't you who removed
the car parts and sold them?

Not me, sir, no.

I left it where you found it.

I didn't remove anything
and I didn't steal anything.

I left it the way I took it.

Listen, pal.

You'll be staying put right here,
until I see your boss and talk with him.

But...

in the meantime...

you're gonna be in serious trouble

if that address you gave me
turns out to be wrong.

And there's another thing.

Don't you even think about sh1tting
yourself while I'm gone.

Because this cement is absorbent.

And when it absorbs things,
it gets tarnished,

and when it gets tarnished...
that's a big problem.

Right.

I'll leave some music on for you
while I'm out.

Something to entertain you,

so that you can't say
I didn't treat you well.

Enough of that. Show me a smile.

You should be happy.

Happy? What am I supposed
to be happy about?

Tell me the truth, isn't staying
here better than being there?

If you're so bothered
about being here, you can leave.

-And how am I going to leave?
-Basically, Jaber will come in a few days.

And he'll make you chose. Either wise up
and go back, or stay here.

That's what he used to do to me.

Of course, I used to give up
and go back to work.

Until I burnt my face with acid.

That way, even if I thought about
giving up, he wouldn't take me back.

I heard what you said.

What?

-I wasn't saying anything.
-Yes, you were.

You were saying it in your heart.
I hear what you say in your heart.

You're saying, "That poor woman!"
And you're pitying me.

Me too. I'm saying the same thing.

But I'm saying it right to your face.
You know why?

Because Jaber
is coming back in a few days,

and he'll make you choose.
And you will be weak,

and you'll come back to work for him.

You will say, "What am I going to do here,
just wait for my death in this place?"

But when you go back to him, you'll die
a thousand deaths every single day.

Won't you change your mind
and eat just one date?

Suit yourself.

-Where's my son?
-Come in, ma'am, this way.

My darling!
I love you so much, my darling!

Tell me, where did you sleep?
I hope not on the floor.

Did they feed you?
Did they give you water? Tell me!

Are you hungry?
Are you hungry, my son?

-Are you hungry?
-I'm good, Mom, I'm good.

-My darling.
-I have food and water. I've slept.

-I love you.
-I just needed to see you.

My darling.

You're my dearest darling.

How are you, my son?
Are you okay? You're not okay?

Why did you do this
to yourself, my son?

With your future all ahead of you,

you'd lose it all just to add
a few days to my life?

These are my last days.

Please, don't say that.

I did what I had to do.

And I don't regret it.

And if I went back in time...

I'd do the same thing.

I love you, my son, my darling son.

What is it, Jamil?

Is the file ready?

And is it one hundred percent legal?

Good, I'll stop by your place.

Get out! Get out.

-Get out.
-What's the matter with you?

You're prepared to go that far?
You want to go that far?

Sending g*ons to beat me up?

You want me dead, to clear
the scene for your sweetheart?

Why would I send someone to k*ll you?
Have you gone crazy, Omar?

You want to k*ll me!
You want to k*ll me!

Look, if you're not going to be mine,
you won't be anybody else's.

If you're not going to be mine,
you won't be anybody else's.

I'll k*ll you, I'll blow you away!

sh**t me! sh**t me, Omar.
sh**t me.

sh**t me, sh**t me. sh**t me!

Do what I've wanted to do for so long,
what I never had the courage to do!

sh**t me!
I want to be rid of you and Sahar.

sh**t!
sh**t, what are waiting for, sh**t!

sh**t.

What are you doing to me?

Why are you doing this to me?
Come here.

Why are you doing this to me?
What's my fault?

What is my fault?
That I loved you and I can't forget you?

That I adore you?

Is it my fault
that I can't live without you?

Don't you get what that means,
that I can't live without you?

No, you don't!

I will help you understand.
I'll make you understand.

-Now you'll know. Look!
-Omar.

I'll burn this image in your memory
till the end of your life.

-Omar.
-You'll see now. I'lll show you.

I beg you, Omar, put the g*n down,
this is madness.

Yes! Yes, I am mad! I've been crazy
about you since you were that little.

Since you were that little.

Since you were Wejdane.
Until you became Reem,

until you fell in love
with this scum, Hadi,

and you left me!
Yes, I'm crazy about you.

-Omar.
-Get away from me.

-Please put...
-Get away from me.

-Put the g*n down! It'll go off.
-Yes, I'm crazy about you.

But who am I living for?

-Who am I living for?
-Live for the child who's inside of me.

For the child in my womb
who might be your son.

Dad, you still haven't answered my
question since picking me up from school.

-Where are we going?
-To see Mrs. Sahar.

Who is she?

Do you remember when we were in the villa,
where your mother works?

She was the nice lady, not the redhead
that was always shouting at you.

Yes, she said that she'd like to see you.

-She wants to see me? Why?
-She liked you.

She has compassion for you

and she wants to take you for an outing.
Can we refuse?

Come on, get out of the car.

But mind you,
don't act weird and talk too much.

Whatever she asks you,
you say, I don't know.

What's she going to ask me about?

Whatever it is,
you didn't see or hear a thing.

Okay? Wait for me here.
I'll be back in five minutes.

The girl is here now, sister.

Where are the dollars that you...

promised to give me.

It's certainly a small envelope, isn't it?

It matches the size of your brain.

What did you expect?
Two suitcases stuffed with dollars?

You can manage with this. I'll give you
the rest of the money later.

I understand your situation.

Maybe money's tight.
I'm your brother and I feel for you.

But I beg you, sis, take care of Lamees.

And I beg you, bro, get lost.

Anything the matter, Aunt Najah?

Not at all darling, I'm sun bathing.
Sit, I want to talk to you.

Finally...

Hadi told me
you're having problems with conceiving.

You don't have a mother to stand by you,
help you and give you strength.

From here on end,
you can consider me your mom.

I want to tell you a story.

Would you like to listen?

Sure.

Long ago,

there was a woman who couldn't conceive.

She went to the prophet Moses,

and told him to ask God
to help her conceive a son.

Moses went to speak with his God,

and God told him,
"This woman is barren."

Moses went back to her and told her,
"You're not going to conceive."

She left in anger.

After a while,

she returned to him again,

and asked him to pray for her.

He went to his God again,

and his response was the same.

She got upset and left.

After a long time,

Moses saw her walking
with a boy in her arms.

He asked, "Who's this boy?"

She said, "It's my son." He replied,
"But how so, when you're barren?"

He went to see God again.

He said, "This woman is barren,
how did she conceive?"

God replied,
"Even though I made her barren,

she still said, 'Oh, all-merciful God.'"

"Even though I made her barren,
she said, 'Oh, all-merciful God.'"

"My mercy grew seeing this,
so I bestowed her a child."

From now on,

I want you to not give on God's mercy.

And say, "Oh, merciful God."

Can I hug you?

Of course.

You know, whenever I use a fork
and a knife, I don't feel full.

This is the only way I feel satisfied.

It's very good.

Why aren't you eating?
Shall I order something else for you?

Did your father tell you
not to say a word?

Are you that afraid of him?

-How is Rasheed?
-How do you know Rasheed?

Your voice is so nice! You should talk,
so that we can hear it.

Lamees, darling, don't be afraid of me.

First of all, I won't tell
your father anything.

I am here to help you
and to stand by you.

But in order for me to help you,
you should talk.

-What would I talk about?
-About everything.

About you, your life,
how your childhood was.

Your likes and dislikes.

Do your parents treat you well?

Lamees, darling, don't be afraid of me.

-I want to make sure that you're okay.
-Why would you want to do that?

Because I see my niece in you.

Who died? Your sister or her daughter?

No, they're both living.

It's me who's dead to them.

Let's finish up our meal.

We're going to do some shopping,
and we're going to buy a lot of things.

Let's eat.

So, big brain, where did you hide
the stuff from the box?

I think this time you put them
in your bedroom, under the bed.

A hidden place that no one would see.

-Is there anyone stupider than you?
-How was the matinee with my husband?

Were you happy?

I wish you'd told me,
I would have read the coffee cup for you.

I asked you an important question,
answer me.

Calm your hormones down.

Don't worry about me.

-I got my things out of the house.
-But imagine if you hadn't!

Why did you bring them here
in the first place?

Who just walks around carrying
the clue needed for their conviction?

You must have brain damage.

Ah, this picture is so beautiful.

Is there anybody
more compassionate than you?

Are you spying on me?

Yesterday, I remembered that proverb
that says, "Watch your enemy."

Look what I got on the first day.
Pure compassion.

So I'm your enemy now, am I?

My bitter enemy.

How nice.

-We finally found your weak spot, Sahar.
-Reem.

You keep Lamees out of our w*r.

Didn't you say that "all is fair in w*r"?

-Except Lamees.
-Especially Lamees.

Because she means something to you.

Listen carefully to what I'm about to say.

Don't drag Lamees into our w*r.

Do whatever you want
with whomever you want.

But not Lamees.

Keep her out of this thing.

That girl is... innocent.

If she's innocent,
then who does she take after?

Her aunt?

Her father? Her mother? Who?

I beg of you.

I beg you, keep her out of this.

Ha!

You're begging me?

Oh God, what a person this Lamees is!

Where was she hidden?

-Where are you?
-What do you mean?

-Where are you?
-I'm next to the cemetery.

It seems I'm lost.

No, you're not lost. Come inside.

I'm sitting next to a grave
that you will recognize at once.

You won't need a guide.

I'm coming.

Proclaim that God is one!

NOUR MOHAMMAD DABBOUS
DIED 1/2/2016.

So, proclaim that God is one!

Don't you want to pray
for your brother's wife?

-God Almighty has spoken the truth.
-God Almighty has spoken the truth.

This is the money.

It's underhand.

No matter how you fix it,
it'll remain underhand.

This money is not for me.

It's the price for my five years
in jail after you set me up.

To distance me from you
and to get rid of me.

But there remains the matter
of my late sister.

When I saw the money,
I was sure that...

my sister didn't commit suicide.

You are the ones who k*lled her.

And my sister's life
can't be paid off with money.