03x04 - Episode 4

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TILL DEATH

I came from the pain of the past

The lack of love hardened my heart

And if I hadn't made my heart strong

I wouldn't survive this life

I wouldn't survive

If I hurt you, don't blame me

I had to fall to rise again

And if you think I'm unjust

It's better than being wronged

If I hurt you, don't blame me

I had to fall to rise again

And if you think I'm unjust

It's better than being wronged

Being wronged

Sometimes a heart that stops

Needs a shock to beat again

Sometimes a heart that gets weak

Needs betrayal to get stronger

Sometimes a heart that stops

Needs a shock to beat again

Sometimes a heart that gets weak

Needs betrayal to get stronger

Sometimes needs betrayal

To get stronger

EPISODE FOUR

Goodbye, Madam.

Good morning...

What are you wearing, Son?

I'm preparing breakfast.

She's taking control of you already.

You're the man of the house!
Your wife should be taking care...

We'll talk about this later.

I'm not saying don't take care of her
and don't pamper her.

But she'll end up spoilt and will use you.
I know that sort of woman.

-And I know how...
-Good morning, Mother-in-Law.

-Good morning.
-What a surprise.

What a nice surprise, right?

Of course it is. Welcome.

I hope that you'll give me
some good news to cheer me up,

and that you will give us a baby
to carry on the family name.

What's all that, Mom?

It's just a small token, some nuts.

There're almonds, I brought a lot of them,
and some more nuts.

And these are cashews, which I'm sure
you know have shot up in price.

It's all become so expensive.

Here, eat this.

Here, Son, eat this.

That's enough, thanks.

-Take it!
-That's enough.

And this is royal honey.

Listen, make sure he eats a lot of nuts.
They're the best.

And give him a spoonful
of this royal honey every morning.

And this is Egyptian roe.

Roe is good for one's fertility.

Smell it.

This is for men, not for you.

And here's some manakish flatbreads
and knafeh pastries.

Come on, let's have breakfast together.

Relax, sweetie. You know my mother.

You said you'd told her
that we agreed not to have children.

You've started lying already.

We'll talk about this later.
Now's not the time.

What's the matter with you?
Come on, let's have breakfast together.

We're coming, Mom.

-Come on.
-Mom?

I can't get that toy that you brought me
to work. Can you do it?

I'll be right there, dear.
Excuse me, Mother-in-Law.

You're not having breakfast with us?

Enjoy it.

Let's sit down and talk.

How dare she have her daughter here
on your first day back in the house?

Mom, we've been away for two weeks.

Did you want her
to abandon her own daughter?

I'm not saying she should abandon her.

But you should've had the house
to yourselves for a few days

so you two could make us a baby.

Please, don't mention children
in front of Amal.

Why not?

You know what happened to her children.

God rest their souls.

God willing, instead of two children,
she'll have five.

Five at the same time?

Yes, why not?

Five, ten, 100.

My son is a healthy young man.

You have a big house and a lot of money.

God rest your soul, Sahar,
you were so kind.

Samar.

Samar.

Samar!

Samar!

Where's Leen, you b*stards?

Samar.

Where's Leen, you scoundrels?

Where's Samar?

-I think that's enough.
-Samar.

They're exhausted.

Not until we know everything about them.

What about the orphanage manager?
Did you receive word from Lebanon?

Good morning.

Welcome.

You must be the director.

But you know what?
You look more like an actor.

You shouldn't deprive the public
of your good looks and blue eyes.

Thank you.

But you're early. Mrs. Hanane left
and won't be back for another hour.

Well, I'm not the director.

I've come to make a donation.

A donation?

You're very welcome at our orphanage.

You've come and my livelihood has come.
I'm Sariah, the secretary and treasurer.

I mean, I do everything.

I'm responsible for everything,
even the good behavior of our children.

But I like to do everything myself.

I can see that.

Let me take you to the office.

Sorry, this door is difficult to open.

Please come in.

Thank you.

Welcome, we're honored to have you.

Please take a seat.

-Thank you.
-You didn't tell me your name.

My name is Karim El-Deek.

Such a lovely name.

Are you a relative of Hussein
and Ali El-Deek? I like them so much.

I tried to get them to sing
at my daughter Lamees' wedding

but they had commitments abroad.

No, I'm not a relative.
Have you been working here a long time?

Not that long. About three years,
maybe three and a half.

In any case, ever since it changed
its name to Dar Sahar Lelhayat.

The name has caught my attention.
Why the name Sahar?

It's a long story.

It was the name
of the woman who bought it.

She was my father-in-law's daughter.

-Your father-in-law's daughter?
-She was. I was her brother's ex-wife.

But I'm single now. I'm free.

Your father-in-law's daughter
must be a good person...

A good person?

She's not a good person at all.
Absolutely not.

She was trying to make up for her sins.

But why are we talking about her?
She's dead now.

She died?

Yes, God rest her soul. Now...

How much would you like
to donate to the orphanage?

Five thousand dollars, cash.

Five thousand dollars?

Thank you so much.
You're a gift from heaven, Mr. Karim.

Have some sweets.

Please have some, they're fruit flavored.

Thank you. I don't eat sweets.

Put them in your pocket then.
You might eat them some day.

Let me look for a receipt.

-Where's the receipt book?
-It's fine. No need for a receipt.

Damn you, Hanane.

You must have a receipt for proof.

Listen to me.

What is it?

I'm listening.

We both know that the money
will go into your pocket.

What do you mean?

I'll explain it to you.

We both know
that you're not the treasurer.

And to be frank with you,
I'm not here to make a donation.

Then why are you here?

I want some information.

Information about what?

About the late Sahar,
your father-in-law's daughter,

may God have mercy on her
and forgive her.

As you wish.

Where's the livelihood?

We've received information about them.

They are hustlers on the run from Lebanon.

Samar's real name is Sahar Najm,
and Leen's is Reem Daou.

Or Wejdan.

I did what you asked.

Where's my friend?

Listen to me carefully,

I swore never to do wrong again.

But I swear to God
that I'll return to my old ways.

So I'm asking you, where is she?

Reem!

My dear, Reem.

Both of you are fine.

You must truly love each other
to do what you did for each other.

You know what I love most in someone?

Loyalty.

Though that's in short supply these days.

As for that USB stick,
I don't need it anymore.

Because if you give that stick
to the police,

those two videos
will also find their way to the police.

I'll be keeping your passports.
You won't need them anyway.

You can return to your apartment to rest.

And don't worry about Jako.

What happened to her
will not endanger you in any way.

I took care of that personally.

Samar, Leen!

Where were you? What happened?

I was worried about you. Where'd you go?

Who's that?

Believe me, I don't understand anything.

And I don't remember anything.

All I can remember is...

a man wearing a black suit,

holding a g*n against my head.

I almost died of fear.

I was left speechless.

They searched the whole place and didn't
leave a single corner untouched.

Then they found your passports.
They interrogated me and asked about you.

But I was so scared
and didn't know how to answer them.

I remember...

Then my phone rang.

One of them let me talk to you.

After that I lost consciousness,
and when I woke up, I was in my bed.

What did they want from you?
Do you know them? Who are they?

People we had borrowed money from.
We were late with the repayments.

Why would you borrow money
from people like them?

Why didn't you ask me for money
instead of putting yourselves in danger?

It's done, Jako.

Next time we'll ask you for a loan.

We've paid them, so it's over.

I don't feel comfortable about this.

If those people were dangerous,
we wouldn't be here with you.

Forget about all this, Jako.

As if it never happened.

But it did happen. It did.

As you can see,
this is our humble orphanage.

Do you want to film out here
or just in the classrooms?

We will film the whole location.

Listen to me, you idiot!
I can handle ten of you.

And if you touch me again,
then you and your family can go to hell!

Hey, what did I do to you?

-Enough! What's wrong?
-Mom, this girl hit me!

-I didn't hit her, I swear!
-You did!

If there wasn't a man here,
I'd show you the red marks on my body!

Mother Hanane, I swear I didn't hit her!

Enough, both of you.
Go to your room and we'll talk later.

Beat it!

Moron!

Enough! Since when did you
have such bad manners?

I apologize, sir. They're just children.

No problem.

Why should he excuse me, Mom?

Why are you looking at me like that?

You know, you're really funny
and mischievous.

I know. I don't need you to tell me that.

Enough, Khouloud. Behave yourself.
Now go to your room.

I get hit and then get told
to go to my room?

Enough! Go to your room
and we'll talk later.

-Khouloud.
-What do you want?

Wanna be an actress?

And why not? I want to be an actress.

I said no, and I mean it.

-For what reason?
-No reason.

I need a good reason. That man
offered me the lead role in his movie.

Why should we refuse? Give me a reason.

Listen, Khouloud, don't anger me.

I said acting is not for us,
and that's final.

Don't argue with me.

It's my life! I get to decide.
I'm independent.

No, you're not. I'm your mother.
I make the decisions.

-You're not my mother!
-Enough!

A mother isn't just the one who gives
birth, but also the one who raises a kid.

It looks like I couldn't give birth
or raise a child.

Forgive me.

Sahar, I miss you both so much.

Where are you? Please let me know.
I'm worried about you.

Are you okay?

Yes.

And you?

I'm fine.

Let's forget about what happened to us.

As if it never happened.

It never happened.

We'll go on with our lives as normal.

As normal.

Why do you wish good luck?
Where's the luck?

You're saying it again!

You're so handsome. You're my luck.

What's up, Mrs. Sariah?
You're now playing better than us.

Where were you hiding?

I've been calling you for a week
but your phone was off.

I sold my phone.

One day you're gonna sell yourself.

I wish. I wouldn't fetch a good price.

Hurrah!

What were you saying about having no luck?

See? I brought you good luck.

Enough! Or you'll jinx it.

Okay, Sarsoura.

Go and play somewhere else.
I don't want you to jinx me.

Did you argue?

She doesn't even want to talk to me.

I won't talk to him.

If he's lying this early in the marriage,
what might he do later?

But she is still a mother, Amal.

How could he tell her
that you agreed not to have children?

She wouldn't understand.

But that was my one condition.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have married him.

I know, my brother, I do.

But I thought maybe she'd change her mind.

I didn't want to get ahead of things.

I don't know what to tell you.

But marriage is hard, not easy.

Ask someone who tried it.

How are things with you and Lamees?
Still the same?

The same.

I don't know what's going on with her.

Is it work or the charity organization?

Am I not enough for her?
Has she stopped loving me?

I just don't know.

All I know is that
we've grown further apart.

We've grown so far apart, Amal.
We have little in common.

And he's not doing anything to change.

He hasn't changed since we got married.

The same way of thinking,
the same mentality.

He doesn't do anything to grow.

And I'm somewhere else now.

I no longer feel like I can depend on him.

You know what?

Sometimes I feel like
I have three children instead of two.

-How are things going?
-Everything's going fine.

Hurry up, guys, we don't have all day.

Yes, Karma?

Have you set off yet?

We're leaving in ten minutes.

Okay, take care.

Don't worry. I'll call you when I'm done.

-Luai...
-I know what you're going to say.

Me too.

Anyway, we'll talk when you're done.

You're early.
I called you a hundred times.

Here I am. What is it?

You tell me. What is this?

All this sulking because Luai
couldn't take you to your friend's party?

Aren't you overreacting, Tala?

We agreed you could go out once a week,
and you did, two days ago.

I apologize. I'll tell my friends
to change their birthday dates

to suit your schedule.

I'm just worried about you.
Why don't you understand that?

Because this isn't a way to live.
I can't go out anywhere.

I have bodyguards around me 24/7.
I'm suffocating.

Let me live my life!

I do this so that you can live.

Do you call this living?

The fact that I'm still breathing
is your definition of life?

You're afraid that Hatem will k*ll me,
like he k*lled my brother,

but you're k*lling me every day.

Cheers, little one.

I miss Lebanon.

I miss the people in Lebanon
and their ways.

Hanane...

and Khouloud...

and Lamees and her daughters.

I miss the younger Sahar and Reem.

At least all of the people that you miss
are still alive and well.

All the ones I miss are dead and buried.

My mother... and Amir.

No.

There are people that I miss
who are dead and buried.

Crazy Omar.

Oh, the fool.

My dear Omar.

If only he hadn't rushed into suicide.

If only he hadn't done that to himself.

I wish I could've loved him
half as much as he loved me.

But I couldn't.

My heart was...

My heart was with...

By the way, when the captain visited,
he told me something important about Hadi.

I wanted to tell you,
but we were working late that night,

and then the next day happened.

-I don't want to know.
-But maybe you should know.

I said I don't want to know
anything about him.

What's important now is...

what are we gonna do about Karma?

For once, I feel like I don't have a plan.

Do you think we are free of her?

I hope so.

I hope that we're free of her.

But I have the feeling we're not.

I'm sure she'll try something else.

But I don't know when or what.

So what does that mean?

My friend...

Even the sea spat us out.
Death didn't want us.

We wanted to repent for our sins
but repentance wasn't enough.

Hurry up, guys.

Yes, everything is fine.
We're unloading the cargo right now.

No, don't worry.
I'll call when I've finished here.

Okay.

How much longer?

Not much longer. Just a few more boxes.

Hurry up, guys. The clock is ticking.

Watch out! It's an ambush!

That's great.

So? Did it go well?

It did.

Good.

Karma lost half a million
in this operation, and we are even.

What? Is your mistress that cheap?

She's only worth half a million?

Hatem, you're a man of your word.

We had a deal. You keep quiet about Roula,

and I give you information
about the operation.

That was before your wife
tried to k*ll my son for the second time.

Now, we're working
with a different equation.

And I had a specific deal with you.

And I'm not offering another.
Please leave.

By the way...

Karma wasn't the target of that operation.

You were the intended target.
I was testing you.

I don't understand.

I wouldn't be able to cooperate
with someone who tried to k*ll my son.

Or look him in the face,
no matter what he threatened me with.

How can you cooperate with me
and look me in the eye?

I'll tell you how.

There are only two possibilities.

Either you're certain that the boy
wasn't your son,

or you're certain that I didn't k*ll him.

What is this nonsense?

Or there's a third possibility,
that you k*lled him and framed me.

When you found out
that he wasn't your son,

you decided to get your revenge on Karma,

the only woman you ever loved,

while she has only loved
one person since childhood, Luai.

The son of a man
who used to work for her father.

Yes, Yamen.

What do you mean they attacked you?

Come on!

Hurry up!

Come on!

Come on!

The funny thing was that
I was looking for you everywhere,

and I tortured everyone
and hung them on the wheel, and sang,

-Turn, turn, oh wheels
-Turn, turn, oh wheels

While you were running around
nightclubs and doing drugs.

Yes, drugs.

Do you remember how I slapped you
when I came to your house?

How could I forget?

My ears were ringing for three days solid.

Then in the end, my teeth fell out
during recess at school.

I love your teeth.

Besides, as if you ever went to school.

As if you have certificates
hanging on your walls.

And you're talking
as if you're a Sorbonne graduate

with a medical degree.

Hold on! I have a certificate
from the prison branch.

Forget the slap.

Do you remember that girl
with the chewing gum

that I sent to prison to beat you up?

-She was chewing gum like this.
-She beat me up while she chewed her gum.

And you left me
with the same clothes for two weeks.

Yes, I left my blood on you
so that you wouldn't miss me too much.

Listen, that sound
that you make with your mouth?

Please don't make it again. It's annoying.

It's annoying when you do it.
It sounds better when I do it.

No, wait a sec. I'll imitate you.

What is that?

Listen...

As if you're in a hair commercial
all the time...

Wait, say that thing again.

What was it, your famous scream?
I want to hear it. Come on.

One, two, three.

What's wrong with you? Come on!

That was two point nine million.
Where did it all go?

Sure, go back down to zero.

Shame on you! You're immoral!

Where are you going?

Where am I going? To hell.

Just my luck.

Whenever I get a handsome man,
I lose my money.

My love.

My love.

My love.

You are my life.

Come on, my dear Abdallah.

Open your mouth.

Just one spoonful for Hanane.
My dear Abdallah.

Abboudy, come on.

Oh, my God.

Fly, airplane, fly

-Sariah? What's wrong with you?
-I'm cleaning.

Are you cleaning the floor or my feet?

Listen, Hanane,
I'm in a bad mood this morning.

If it bothers you, please leave
and let me finish my work.

Mommy, don't be angry.
Why are you cleaning the floor yourself?

That's just what I need.

Abdallah, I'm your mommy, dear.

I'm your mom and your sister
and your love.

I'm Hanane. I waited for you
for 40 years, Abdallah.

I don't wanna eat from your hands.
I want Mom to feed me.

Oh, my God!

Abdallah, your mom died long ago.

Enough, Sariah!

Then tell him to stop.
He keeps calling me Mom!

It's none of your business.

Come on, dear.

Hanane!

-Help us, Hanane!
-Hanane!

Khouloud is gone!

She's at class.

She's not in the playground
or classroom.

What are you saying?
That nobody's seen her since this morning?

We've looked everywhere for her.

We've looked everywhere
but we can't find her.

Where are you, Khouloud?

She must have been upset.

Khouloud?

Green Tunisia again.

Mom.

-Abdallah, do you want your mom?
-Yes.

This is your mom calling.
We're going to answer it.

But we won't say a word
or else Hanane will get angry.

-Okay.
-Okay?

Have this sweet.

Does it taste of apple?

Yes, it tastes of apple.
And don't say a word about this.

If Hanane asks, we'll say
that you answered it by mistake.

-I answered by mistake.
-Yes, by mistake.

Here.

Hi, Hanane. Hello?

Can you hear me?

The phone lines are awful in Lebanon.

Hanane? If you can hear me,
me and Reem are okay.

Don't worry, we'll call you later.

My livelihood is back.

Hi, Sahour.

Get out of the way of cars.

You can pass by but do it slower.

Oh, no!

What is it?

What is it?

Who do you work for?

Tell us who you work for!

We don't work for anybody.

You think we don't know?
We just want to hear you say her name.

She told you, we don't work for anybody.
We don't know what you're talking about.

Karma Saad, right?

Do you work for her? You know her, right?

No, we don't.

What don't you understand?
We said we don't.

You're afraid to say her name so that she
won't hurt you like she has hurt others.

Listen, if you cooperate with us,
we will protect you.

Say her name!

We don't know that woman.
I've never heard of her.

Like she said, we don't know her.

Put your g*ns down, guys.

I was testing you,
to see if I can trust you.

Well done. You didn't disappoint me.

Now you officially work for me.

Welcome to Wonderland.

Girls, let me introduce you to Sahar...

and Reem.

I came from the pain of the past

The lack of love hardened my heart

And if I hadn't made my heart strong

I wouldn't survive this life

If I hurt you, don't blame me

I had to fall to rise again

And if you think I'm unjust

It's better than being wronged

If I hurt you, don't blame me

I had to fall to rise again

And if you think I'm unjust

It's better than being wronged

Being wronged

Sometimes a heart that stops

Needs a shock to beat again

Sometimes a heart that gets weak

Needs betrayal to get stronger

Sometimes a heart that stops

Needs a shock to beat again

Sometimes a heart that gets weak

Needs betrayal to get stronger

Sometimes needs betrayal

To get stronger