01x14 - Episode 14

[bunniefuu]

Hello.

Greetings.

Who are you, ma'am?

Sorry, Fawzeya,

for not writing your name

on the envelope.

I know that you cannot read, dear.

How did you come into my apartment? Huh?

Come on now, Fawzeya.

I know you're smart.

That's not the question you should ask,

bur rather:

"What do you want?"

What do you want?

200,000 EGP, not a piastre less.

And you'll have the SIM card,

and we'll both forget

this ever happened.

She's brazen too!

What do you think of the car

I sent to pick you up?

I'm in this damn thing now!

Do you have the money?

-I do.

-Don't play games with me!

Huh? Why would I play games with you?

My goodness!

Listen, get this over with

and tell me where I'm going.

You better be by yourself.

What?

I am.

-You're so cruel.

-You're the one who's most cruel.

Get out of the vehicle,

and you'll see me right there.

Thanks.

Are you Zekra or it's all in my head?

Yes, Zekra.

My, my! What brings you here,

in the middle of nowhere?

My legs, Fawzeya.

I thought we'd meet here,

away from the noisy neighborhood.

I don't like noise, you know.

Don't you think this

is a better meeting place?

Yes, true,

it is.

Did you make the call?

My goodness!

How stupid of me!

Where is the money, Fawzeya?

I have it, dear.

No need to ask.

You can have it all.

There you go.

There it is.

-My, my!

-Should I count the money or trust you?

You can trust me or count

the money if you want.

Do whatever makes

you comfortable, ma'am.

Hey, lady,

where is the SIM card?

Will you tell me

or let me slit your throat?

-I I

-Where is it, speak?

I didn't do anything.

I just want the money.

I just want the money.

Where is the SIM card?

I'll slit your throat.

It's there in that bottle.

Are you playing me or telling the truth?

I swear to God it's in that bottle!

To hell with you!

Now you have the money

you were dying to get.

You're unbelievable!

How could you do this to me?

Just wait and see,

I'll show you.

Rest-assured.

Hey,

is that my SIM card or not?

Stand still,

otherwise you'll be electrocuted.

A click of this button

will give you a small electric shock.

Whereas a click of this button

will give you a big electric shock,

that'll be the end of you

and finish you.

No.

You're out of your mind.

You're insane.

What do you want?

Tell me what you want already!

Have patience, Fawzeya.

Have patience.

Why are you in a hurry?

Listen to this music,

it'll make you calm, relaxed,

and make you loosen up,

so you can speak comfortably.

I want to know the truth, Fawzeya.

-The truth about what?

-Speak!

Come on.

Everything I told you

when we first met

was true.

I didn't lie about anything.

I just kept a small detail from you.

I arranged for Daboor and Hadeer's

marriage myself,

so he can have children

who would light up my world,

and bring joy to my heart.

Come here.

What was that?

This isn't right.

Go play with Mommy Fawzeya.

-Go.

-No.

This isn't right. We're both

your mommies. Go play with her.

Go.

-Go and I'll reward you with chocolate.

-No.

Come on, dear.

-Go.

-No.

-Don't say no.

-What's the problem?

-Go. You love Fawzeya.

-Come here, darling.

-No.

-You love her.

-No.

-Don't you love her?

-No.

-Go play with her.

Do that and I'll serve you lunch.

-No.

-She gets you the semolina cake.

She's like your mommy.

-Go to her.

-No.

Come on, dear.

Sorry.

I realized that bringing

some random woman

to have a child

whom I can call my own is pointless,

for the child will go back to her

in the end.

Yes, you're doing it!

Keep going.

Step on the pedal.

Good morning.

Yes.

Watch out.

Keep going.

Why are you crying, Son?

You'll get the hang of it in no time.

Don't be scared.

Just ride it straight. Yes.

Watch out lest you knock into something.

Great job.

You're doing it.

We're almost done.

This is the final round.

-We're done here.

-Daboor.

Yes?

Bring the kid up

so I can play with him a little.

No, his mother told me

she wanted to give him a bath.

Tell your wife to bring up the little

girl so I can spend time with her.

I'll get her for you.

I'll tell Hadeer to bring you

the little girl to keep you company,

-just wait a little.

-Seriously?

I'll tell her, Fawzeya.

What's this about?

Where are you going?

You said his mom wanted him.

Never mind.

Fawzeya, I'll take him on a ride

and bring him back.

Will you take him on a ride

or take him to your wife?

-g*dd*mn you both!

-I'll bring him up. Ok!

Unbelievable!

I got Daboor married

so he'd have children I can call my own,

but I realized I got him married

so he can have children of his own.

And I

was out of the equation.

So you asked Hadeer

to k*ll her children.

No.

If I had suggested that to Daboor,

he would've turned me down.

He wouldn't have agreed.

Daboor loves his children a lot,

but he loves the Strox drugs even more.

He could forget his children,

but he couldn't forget his drugs.

Daboor.

You're a mess.

My goodness!

Am I talking to myself?

Hey, Daboor.

Yes, dear?

I don't want the kids here.

You got it.

I'll find Hadeer another place

where she and the kids can go.

I don't want them at all.

What do you expect me to do, Fawzeya?

-Throw them out on the streets?

-No.

Bury them under the ground.

-Under the ground?

-Yes.

I'm not talking about the cannabis.

But rather the ground

where dead people are buried.

-Huh?

-I'm the one

who decided that these kids

should come into this world.

I'm also the one to decide

that these kids disappear off

the face of the earth.

Don't be cruel, Fawzeya.

They're little kids.

You want me to k*ll my own kids?

I know they're little kids.

Think about the coffee place

that I'll sign over to you

and register in your name.

Mr. Daboor's coffee place.

Mr. Daboor smoking hookah

-Mr. Daboor?

-Yes.

Mr. Daboor

slouching.

Mr. Daboor

has more money than he can count.

He digs in his pockets,

and money comes out.

And buys that crap

called cannabis,

and that other crap

known as the Strox drug.

Think about it, Daboor.

When will you rid me of them, Daboor?

Seriously?

So Daboor chose to k*ll his children.

A real man

Daboor is a real man indeed!

No.

I didn't let Daboor do it.

I started thinking and planning.

I'll go and finish them.

No.

Don't get your hands dirty.

Their mother will finish them.

How can their mother finish them?

Say something sensible

that would get through my head.

My, my!

Those drugs are the only thing you need

to get through your thick head.

How can we make this happen?

We'll overpower her,

and pressure her

until she agrees to this

and kills the children herself.

Even if we subjugate her

and she kills them,

she'll report us to the police.

-Won't she?

-No.

You know why?

Why?

Because we'll do

what people do these days.

We'll film her with the phone,

and twist her arm.

She won't be able to say anything

or tell on us.

Yes.

Hey, Daboor.

Get to work.

Get up, pretty woman.

Get up, woman!

-Get up!

-What is it, Daboor?

-Come here!

-My goodness!

Shush!

Shut up!

Come here.

-Keep shouting and scream louder!

-My goodness!

-Hey!

-My goodness!

Go ahead, Daboor!

-Give me your hands.

-Tie her up, Daboor.

Tie her up, Daboor.

-Tighter!

-No!

That'll do.

Tighter, Daboor.

-No!

-Tape her mouth!

Stop resisting!

Stop, you b*tch!

Didn't I tell you not to go to her?

Didn't I tell you not to go to her?

Didn't I tell you not to go to her?

It doesn't concern you

whether he comes to me or not.

Electrocute her, Daboor.

We kept torturing her

and electrocuting her

for more than five or six hours.

Kick some more. Go ahead.

Hey, make way.

-Kick some more.

-Let me tie this lowlife up.

Make way.

There.

There.

There you go.

There you go, b*tch!

I brought you home

from the street, you lowlife!

You scumbag!

You scumbag!

I brought her the kid,

I placed him in water

mixed with potassium hydroxide.

Did you fall asleep?

Make that tighter!

Lower your hands.

-Do your thing.

-If you tell on us, I'll k*ll you!

Shut up!

Hey, come here. Come close.

Come on.

Give her the kid.

There!

You're k*lling them!

This is so you wouldn't pin it on me,

you lowlife!

And then I brought her the girl.

She also drowned her in the water

mixed with the potassium hydroxide.

Daboor was filming the entire thing.

Don't cry, woman!

Shut up.

What are you doing, you moron?

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Why are you filming me?

Daboor,

Daboor!

And then,

we made her place the children in bags,

put them in a suitcase,

and threw them in the wastewater stream.

And you said she took her children away,

robbed you,

and left.

I had to do this

as a preemptive measure

before people start asking

about her or her kids.

But she turned out

to be smart and sharp.

She went behind our backs

and managed to run away.

She ran away.

So Hadeer

will spend the rest of her life

at the mental-care facility,

and Daboor took the fall

and he's going to jail.

And you're wearing red lipstick

in mourning!

And all you're concerned is with whom

you get married or divorced.

And all you think about

day and night is

the color you would dye your hair

brown, red,

or black like your heart.

No! No, Fawzeya!

You're tougher than that!

I want you to die standing!