01x06 - Episode 6

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"Enheraf

Inspired by true events"

"Episode 6"

How is your relationship

with your brother Salem?

It was very bad before,

but now it's good.

Why was it bad?

-"Greetings."

-"Allah Almighty has spoken the truth."

"Greetings to you too."

"I made stuffed zucchini,

would you like some?"

"Thank you very much!

I already had food."

'I'm here to talk about something."

"Tell me."

"The youth spend all their time using

computers and the internet these days,

what do you say,

we become partners,

and start a small internet cafe,

which will bring us

a guaranteed profit?"

"You said the same thing,

when you set up juice and ice-cream

shop, and we lost."

"My math was wrong

about that shop."

"But with the shop I'm telling you

about, the profit is guaranteed."

"You will have your money back

in a month time."

"No, thanks."

"I won't invest my money in a business

I don't know anything about."

"Don't be upset with me."

-Did you stop talking to each other?

-No, we didn't.

He was annoyed at first,

but then he relaxed.

Actually, Salem is very sweet,

he can't be upset with people.

-Does he visit you, Mrs. Wedad?

-No.

That's what k*lling me.

That he believes I k*lled him.

Can I ask you something?

Why you refused to talk

to the media?

Why didn't you come out on a show

to defend yourself?

If people already believe

that I am a m*rder*r,

before I confess or even talk,

what's the use then?

It's best I save my dignity

and stay quiet.

But if you're innocent,

you have to defend yourself.

It doesn't matter, as long as

people believe that I'm a m*rder*r.

You know what, when I saw people

believed it that much,

I started to doubt myself.

You know what, Bibo.

Let's leave all this, and go

have Kebab and Kofta,

and trotter soup to get healthy.

Trotter?

No, thanks!

Also, you told me

that I'm choosing the restaurant.

-Live with it.

-I am. Did I complain?

-Eat up.

-And I have to eat?

I don't know how to hold them.

Like this?

What?

What a nice surprise.

Hello, Hor. How are you?

It's really a nice surprise.

-My daughter Habiba.

-Hi. How are you, Habiba?

Hi, ma'am.

-Will be there someone with you here?

-Yes.

I'm meeting my friends, but it seems

they're not there yet.

-You know how unpunctual Egyptians are.

–Of course I do.

Why don't you join us until they come.

-Will I disturb you?

–Of course not. Please, have a seat.

I wonder, Habiba, how come you have

Sushi without Teriyaki sauce?

It makes a lot tastier.

Do you like Sushi, ma'am?

Look, Habiba,

one, don't call me "ma'am"

so we can stay friends.

Two, people who don't like Sushi,

they have a really bad taste in food.

He wanted us to have trotter soup.

Are you kidding?

This is me, an old–fashioned man.

I like Sarma,

okra casserole and Mulukhiyah.

But to give me some rice,

and raw fish and so!

No, thanks! I don't like that.

Excuse me.

The cinema is asking me to confirm

the reservation for Spider-Man film

-the day after tomorrow.

-Seriously?

-I really wanted to watch it.

-Why didn't you tell me?

-I was sure you'd say no.

-We're in it now.

I'll make a reservation

for the three of us.

I'm sorry, Hor, I can't. I have too much

work the day after tomorrow.

No, we're not going to cancel

that because of you.

Habiba and I will go,

and you'll come with us next time.

-Yes!

-What is that?

Why are you so excited?

Will you have fun there without me?

-Yes, we're going to have fun.

-All right, fine.

I'm fine with that.

Go have fun without me.

-Come on, take it off.

-Why? We are in Upper Egypt.

Take off the cloak,

you're supposed to be a journalist.

No, I'm afraid to do so.

Don't you see cases of harassment?

-We're going to get caught.

-I'll say I'm pregnant.

Look, they're selling fresh orange

juice here. Let's have a cup.

Now?

-Greetings.

-Greetings, lady.

-How can I help you, dear?

-Does Mr. Salem work here?

Mr. Salem? He's the man

sitting over there.

Where he said?

He's sitting over there.

He's far. Go and talk to him,

while I finish this juice.

You want to finish us.

I am Hoda Amer,

a reporter for City News paper.

-This is Mrs. Mervat, the photographer.

-Yes.

Welcome. It's a pleasure to see you.

I'm here to make an interview with you

regarding your son, Sayyid's death.

Sayyid!

May he rest in peace.

He's gone.

The good man is gone.

It's okay. I know how bad things are.

May God grant you patience.

Sayyid was not only a good lad,

no, he was the best of all.

He was a real saint.

He loved everyone here,

and the whole are loved him.

I talked to his aunt.

She told me that she loved him a lot.

No. She's lying!

That woman doesn't know love.

-That's a demon in human form.

-How come?

She said she always took care of him

and raised him.

No! That's the biggest mistake

of my life,

-and I deserve to be hit for it.

-Calm down, sir.

-Stop it.

-What is that?

-Stop.

-What is that?

Fine.

I thought that,

because she didn't have children,

she was going to take my son Sayyid,

to raise him, give him love,

and take care of him.

But to take him, k*ll him,

and burn his body?

What the hell all that rancor?

Right, what is this rancor?

How can family members

do this to each other?

This wasn't the first time, Ms.

Listen carefully, God used to

send me many signs

but I kept myself from believing them,

and said she'll be better later.

What kind of signs, sir?

The documents are here.

I'm going to show you.

Look.

"I just want to understand, aunt,

what's wrong with Zena?"

You're the one who was

insisting on me to get married!"

"I said not Zena."

"If she's the only one left on earth,

I will say no too."

"Don't break the boy's heart, Wedad."

"He wants the girl, and she comes

from a good family."

"I said no to Zena."

"If he wants her, let him go to her."

"He won't get a penny from me."

"You know, it's great

you didn't have children!"

"Because they would've

k*lled themselves because of you."

"You disrespectful."

"Oh my God."

"Oh God. What the hell, Wedad?"

Come here. Come here, son.

What the hell, Wedad?

You injured the boy's head!

"Oh father."

This is a medical report.

Here.

This is a medical report.

We had it after she hit Sayyid's head,

and he had seven stitches.

I was the one who saved him.

And this

a copy of a statement,

we gave at the police station,

which became a case later.

But what could I do?

I never heard the end of it

from people here.

They were like, she's your sister,

she's an old woman,

and you can't do that.

And she she cried a lot.

She said she wasn't herself.

What could I do?

We reconciled eventually.

And she took Sayyid

to live with her again.

The rest is history.

Last question, just not

to take so long.

Why did your sister Wedad k*ll Sayyid?

I'll tell you.

Because when a weak person

is deprived of something,

he doesn't want others to have it.

And that's a woman who always thought

that she was flawed.

This is a feeling which always kept

her feeling

that she was weak and defeated.

She always used to create trouble

between Sayyid and his mother,

so she could take Sayyid

to live with her.

Eventually, when Sayyid

was so sick of her,

and wanted to leave her,

to live with his mom,

she k*lled him.

So no one else can have him.

Why did you k*ll him, Wedad?!

You too don't believe me?

I was going to believe you.

I was going to be the one person

who stands by you,

-if you hadn't lied to me.

-I didn't lie.

Really? You kept saying that you loved

Sayyid, that you would never hurt him.

I found out that you had injured his

head and caused permanent disability!

-Did that happen or not?

-It did,

but not as you say it.

I used to go to the market everyday.

"Sayyid, are you still sleeping?"

"Get up! It's noontime."

"The early bird gets the worm."

"Let me sleep, Aunt.

I was up all night."

"You were up all night?"

"You're talking

as if you've been working all night"

"and not gallivanting around.

Get up and go find a job"

"or go work with your father

at the factory."

"God willing. Just let me sleep now."

"As you wish. Do whatever you want."

"Listen. I'm going to the market.

Do you need anything?"

-"What do you want for lunch?"

-"Anything."

"You say anything now

and refuse to eat later!"

-"What now?"

-"I told you anything, Aunt!"

-"It's not that big of a deal."

-"Fine! You're insufferable!"

"We got the meat

and I have bread at home."

"I just need tomatoes

for the Fatteh sauce."

"You're spoiling Sayyid rotten!"

"Ehsan, he's suffered enough

being away from his mother."

"I don't want to be against him too."

"I try to give him anything

he wants if I can."

"Dear, spoiling men backfires.

It's a recipe for poverty."

"The boy keeps loitering around

day and night."

-"You're getting old, dear."

-"Tomatoes! Tomatoes!"

-"How much is it today?"

-"Three kilograms for ten pounds, ma'am"

-"OK, I need two kilograms."

-"Sure, ma'am!"

-"Listen."

-"Tell me."

"He will soon grow up,

get married, and have children."

"He will become independent."

-"Here you go, ma'am."

-"Let me carry them for you."

-"Enjoy!"

-"Here you go."

"Let's go, dear."

-"Ok."

-"I have to go start lunch."

"Come in, Muhammad."

-"I'm coming in!"

-"Stop this racket."

-"I told you Aunt went to the market."

-"I can come in then?"

"Come in."

"Close the door behind you."

"Look."

-"I'll give you the good stuff."

-"That's what I want to hear!"

"Have a taste of the good stuff."

-"It's called Hell's Night."

-"I know people go to hell."

"I didn't know it comes to us!"

"I'll give you a taste,

but be careful not to get burned."

"Don't worry."

"Look, man."

"See that?"

"Here."

"If we sell this stuff,

we'll make a handsome profit."

"My man!"

"Look, take this for example."

"It cost me 500 pounds

and we'll sell it for 750."

"If you can get more, it's yours."

-"What about this one?"

-"No, man!"

-"This is the expensive stuff."

-"How much?"

"A lot."

"A whole lot."

"Stick to selling this one."

"Are you still sleeping?"

"You're right"

-"Aunt"

-"What are you doing?"

-"Aunt?"

-"Didn't you say she was out?"

-"Marijuana!"

-"No, Aunt."

-"You immoral brat! Marijuana?"

-"No, I swear, Aunt!"

-"Is this how I raised you?!"

-"Enough, Aunt!"

-"Don't Aunt me, damn you!"

-"What are you doing?"

-"What am I doing? Damn you!"

-"Aunt"

"So you were spending the money

I give you on marijuana?"

-"No, Aunt!"

-"You filthy addict!"

"Listen to me, Aunt. Give me the stuff.

It's not mine!"

-"Oh God! So you're dealing?"

-"No. Listen to me, Aunt"

"Your father will deal with you

when he gets home."

-"Just give me the stuff."

-"Move!"

-"Aunt"

-"I'm throwing it down the drain!"

"Don't throw it, Aunt!"

"I swear I'll hurt myself!"

"I'm going to k*ll myself

so that you can rest!"

'You want me to die."

"My head! Look at the blood!"

"See?"

"You can rest now,

and be happy now, Aunt!"

What about Salem's

statement to the police?

He accused you

of attempting to k*ll Sayyid.

-Attempted m*rder?

-What?

You haven't heard about this either?

No.

Here is the police report.

Friends convinced him not to press

charges because you're family!

It's the first time I hear of this.

When Salem came to know

that his son sells marijuana,

he swore he would have k*lled him

if it weren't for me.

I didn't k*ll him.

I want to believe you.

I want to believe you!

Do you know now

why I didn't want to talk?

Because, as I told you,

no one would believe me.

Excuse me.

-Greetings, Haj Salem!

-Greetings!

-Hello, Ensherah?

-Hello?

-How are you?

-What do you want, Salem?

What

-I just called to check on you.

-Check on me?

Haven't we agreed not to speak?

-What?

-Goodbye!

Fine.

What's this?

Here you go, ma'am. What's wrong?

The truth is crystal clear.

-It's a disaster!

-What do you mean?

This is Sayyid's medical report

-when Wedad injured his head

-And?

and this is Salem's statement

when he reported Wedad

-for attempting to k*ll Sayyid.

-You're stating the obvious!

When you obtained

the documents, Abeer,

did you notice that the medical report

is dated 1st of March

while the statement

is dated 8th of March?

There's a whole week gap

between the two.

What's the problem?

If Wedad was indeed

trying to k*ll Sayyid,

what made Salem wait

a whole week to report her?

Maybe his conscience awakened

and wanted to do right by his son.

No, this doesn't make sense.

When an incident happens,

the person gets enraged and reports it.

He doesn't wait until he calms down

and makes sure his son is all right

-to report it.

-I still don't see the difference.

The difference is that he gave

this statement to use it later

-and not just to report the incident.

-Use it for what?!

His son suffered a head injury!

Wedad claims

the injury was self-inflected.

That means she might not be the k*ller.

-Who k*lled Sayyid then?

-I don't know!

But it wasn't Wedad.

What would be her motive?

The man's claim that she was jealous

is inconsistent with Wedad's description

of her relationship with Sayyid.

The first rule

of solving a crime, Abeer,

is to determine who benefits from it.

I'm tired.

Go to Upper Egypt

tomorrow morning.

Find out where Salem was

when Sayyid got m*rder*d.

-Upper Egypt?

-Yes!

I'll be on the train at 6:00 am.

-Yes, Wael?

-Listen, Sherif.

I obtained another picture of the girl

who visited the radio host

before he died.

-I'll send it to you via WhatsApp.

-OK.