01x17 - Episode 17

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We're getting close, aren't we?

No. The other woman's nose

is as small as a buckthorn.

-Make it smaller.

-As small as a buckthorn?

Yes.

I think this looks good.

No. Her eyebrows

are a little more curved.

All right.

You couldn't spot her in any

of the surveillance footage?

I couldn't. There are no cameras

in that neighborhood anyway.

-Are you positive it's her?

-Yes, I'm positive.

I contacted Hadeer's family and they

said she's been missing for years.

Sherif.

Hor.

I went to your office,

they told me you were here.

-Did something happen?

-I came to talk to you about Habiba.

What did she do?

That's her, sir!

Who do you mean?

This is Zekra, Hadeer's relative.

Yes. That's her.

She came to the house

with another woman called Asala.

Are you talking about me?

I can tell you're busy.

I'll wait for you in the office.

-Excuse me.

-You're excused.

Pardon me, sir. I swear to God

I don't know what this is about.

I swear to God

she looks almost the same,

you know, with her body shape,

style and everything about her,

except for the hair.

A lot of people look alike, indeed.

A lot of people look alike.

I don't know.

What's wrong, honey?

You're spaced out and you haven't

said a word since we left the station.

I'm not spaced out, dear.

But you, on the other hand,

are you okay?

You don't look fine.

This case is obviously taking

its toll on you and troubling you.

It's driving me crazy, Hor.

They are awfully strange murders,

and the only thing connecting them

is a woman.

Whenever I think I got her,

she instantly disappears into thin air.

Sometimes I feel

like I'm getting so close to her,

other times I feel

like I'm chasing a mirage.

Feelings obstruct reasoning,

and make it hard to think.

They keep you running around in circles,

and you get stuck there.

When you try to make sense of things,

they don't make sense.

When you try to find the connection,

you fail as well.

You get confused.

You think you're close to your target

that you failed to reach.

The same way that woman

mistook you for Zekra.

Yes.

Zekra's image dominated her thinking,

making her mistake me for her.

You're right about that.

When you see Habiba,

I want you to make amends with her.

She got really upset for you didn't

attend her birthday party, Sherif.

That's what I was planning to do.

I'll get her a gift she's always wanted.

Please do.

That would make her really happy.

I'll do that.

-I'll go get changed upstairs.

-Go ahead.

Listen, Mom, let's not talk about this.

I'm irked enough as it is!

You want me to work as a babysitter!

I know what's best for you, dear.

I know full well what's best for me.

Don't bother with it.

It's better than toiling away like that.

What are you talking about?

I work at a prestigious clinic

with the best doctor ever!

Listen, I'm your mother

and I know what's best for you.

There's good money

to be made from the job I got you.

The people you're going to work for

are traveling to the Gulf

so you'll be paid handsomely.

You'll be able to save money

and move up in the world

instead of working as an orderly!

-An orderly?

-Yes.

What? First of all, I'm an assistant

to Dr. Hor and I manage her clinic.

I do not collect urine samples

from patients for analysis!

If only you worked with a gynecologist

instead of working with crazy people!

I'm worried you'd catch their madness!

Catch what?

They're not sick with the measles!

Plus, they're not crazy,

they're psychiatric patients.

All right. Listen, think about it.

The woman is waiting for an answer.

She has a lot of money.

You know? If I had the energy,

I would do the work. But I don't.

You'll be get paid really well.

Listen, Mom, don't bother with it.

You're more deserving of this money.

You know how much they're paying?

I don't want to know.

Dr. Hor is paying me well enough.

You should be grateful for her

for getting you out of jail.

I'm grateful for that,

but let me tell you something

I don't like Ms. Hor in the slightest.

She's a shrewd, cunning doctor

who isn't kind-hearted.

-Shrewd and cunning?

-Yes.

I have to end this conversation.

You think this is a TV interview

you can end?

Listen to me.

Trust what I have to say

about that woman.

I don't remember

where and when I saw her.

We're back to this nonsense again!

I'm telling you,

she looks awfully familiar.

I've known her for a really long time,

but I don't remember

where or when I met her.

Dr. Hor has a familiar face

that makes you think you saw her before.

-You don't say!

-Yes.

-Huh?

-Enough of that.

Anything on the bank account number

that wired money to the hacker?

It's a fake account, of course.

What do you think

she has against Fawzeya?

And why was there a bag of money

and a weapon next to the corpse?

Surely there was a transaction.

No, it looks like a transaction

but this was a set-up.

You know why?

Because the bag of money

was left untouched.

If you're there for the money,

you'll take it!

Yes, but a woman like Fawzeya

who intends to make a transaction

must secure herself with a weapon.

Yes, but don't forget

Hor.

-Hor.

-her body showed no signs

-of t*rture or battering.

-Hor.

-It only had signs of electrocution.

-Hor!

Yes, darling?

Why are you spaced out?

It's nothing.

I'm worried about a patient,

but nothing would keep me from you.

Yes, Abeer. Where are you?

At the restaurant

with the woman I told you about.

I'll drop Habiba off

and catch up with you.

This explains why Zekra

got there an hour earlier.

She knew Fawzeya

was physically stronger,

so she set up the trap

in order to electrocute her.

The car that picked Fawzeya up

will help us get to Zekra.

Yes?

Sure.

Yes, sir?

Yes, sir. Right away.

I'll be right there, sir.

Take care.

Take care, sir.

See you.

The police chief wants me in his office.

Let's hope for the best.

I'll come along,

I need to get my work done.

Relax! Here's Dr. Hor.

I think you can tell she has connections

and she can help you with your problem.

Say goodbye to worry and sadness.

Doctor, this is Shahd

whom I told you about.

Look, Shahd.

Don't treat me as a shrink.

Consider us friends. We're hanging out.

We'll bare our souls.

By the way, she insisted

that we have lunch together.

If you were wronged,

I'll make things right for you.

Sherif,

you know what I think of you.

I consider you my good student.

Your record and your work

stand witness to that.

Thank you, sir.

But I'm talking to you today

in a purely personal capacity.

Go ahead. I'm all ears, sir.

I told earlier that the perpetrator

of these crimes is one person.

Yes, sir.

We're investigating on that basis, sir.

Right.

I know you're smart,

which will help me

express this concisely.

Listen,

our job has no personal

considerations whatsoever.

The oath we made when we graduated

is a grave responsibility

which we have to answer to ourselves.

Not only ourselves,

but we have to answer to God.

We cannot stray from that,

otherwise it'll be a betrayal.

Did I do something

that prompted you to say this?

If you did something, we wouldn't be

having this conversation now.

Right, sir.

I brought you here today

to ask you

to check out this piece of paper.

Criminals, no matter how smart or close

to the circle investigating them,

must slip.

They must slip.

They would never outsmart our security

sense no matter how hard they try.

You understand

what I'm trying to tell you.

Of course, sir.

If you hadn't brought this up with me,

I would've done that.

We're your students, sir.

Something like that

wouldn't go unnoticed.

Hor is my wife,

but that doesn't mean

I don't suspect her,

especially after what happened

yesterday at the precinct.

That's what I was trying to get at.

Ok.

I'll tell you.

It all started

at Attorney Yaser's law firm.

Now, Shahd, let's talk about the

promissory notes you gave Um Waleed.

If we present them to the police,

you'll get locked up.

Locked up?

Did it come to this,

Um Waleed?

What's that for?

Please try to make her

sympathize with me.

Tell her we're old friends.

This isn't right.

Your old friend Um Waleed

says you hardly paid her 2,000 EGP

back within six months.

What can I do?

All right. I have an idea.

You can pay back the 20,000 EGP

within a month,

or we'll report you to the police.

Don't. I will do my best.

By my daughter's life I'll do my best.

But I'll have you know that you cannot

go back on your word.

-Huh?

-Sure.

Thank you.

Great.

Great.

Why did you borrow the money?

For Max's motorbike.

-What?

-My brother Max.

He wanted a motorbike

to use for delivery.

Why did you borrow money for him?

Why didn't he sign the promissory

notes to his name?

She said his name is Max.

So obviously he's a hustler and he

doesn't give people their money back.

So of course, no one lends him

money or believes what he says.

Max, the filthiness of his name

is a telltale sign.

He asked me to borrow the money

knowing that no one would turn me down.

And then what?

Max!

Hey, Max!

-Yeah?

-I need to talk to you.

I curse the day I was born!

Hope it's all good, Shahd.

What is it?

No good can come from this!

The woman wants her money back

and the lawyer gave me

a month to pay it back.

God help us!

What can I do, Shahd?

Set myself on fire?

Or beg in the streets?

-I told you I'll take care of it.

-How, Brother?

Sell the motorbike

and pay back the money.

You want me to sell it after using it

for work and making money off of it?

Have mercy!

What money are you talking about?

Don't you feel for me?

Hey, you must sell it.

-Man!

-You're complaining?

Did you sell it?

Max sold me out!

He took the motorbike and ran off.

Doctor, I said the filthiness

of the name Max is a telltale sign.

Excuse me, doctor, but

All of a sudden, the lawyer called me

asking me to come to his office.

So I went there.

Ms. Shahd, let me

introduce you to Dr. Ameer,

he's a good friend of mine.

We went to school together.

He decided to pay off all of your debts.

Seriously?

God bless you.

I can tell you're good and generous.

But you have to do something in return.

Or you can think of it as a favor.

What is it?

My friend Dr. Ameer

and his wife Ms. Malak

have a little problem

when it comes to childbearing.

You can't be serious.

I mean, excuse me but

you want to marry me?

No, it's not exactly like that.

I'll just cut to the chase.

We want you to be our surrogate.

Exactly.

I don't get it.

It's a simple arrangement

that takes place all over the world.

Sometimes, a mother's womb

cannot carry a child.

So what's done in that case?

The man's sperm and the woman's eggs

are used to inseminate a different womb.

So, to whom would that baby belong?

Whom?

Them, of course.

But through a surrogate.

And you will be that surrogate.

Exactly.

I didn't get it.

I couldn't understand

what they wanted from me.

Did you say yes?

I did.

I said yes. I couldn't let my daughter

lose me as her mother when I'm live.

I didn't want to get locked up

and leave her to suffer.

g*dd*mn poverty that makes

people resort to scoundrels.

Keep going.

I'm all ears.

I'll be honest, doctor,

I must give credit where credit is due.

Dr. Ameer gave me everything I need

during my pregnancy.

He would get me and my daughter

whatever we needed.

In the name of God.

Come on in, Shahd.

Come on in.

Get inside, don't be scared.

Come on in. Let me get your bag.

You shouldn't lift anything.

How wonderful!

How amazing!

Look, ma'am,

you'll be staying here

for the next nine months.

Don't worry about anything.

I'll get you whatever you need.

Just don't leave the house.

The doctor warned against this.

Ok.

One more thing.

I paid off all of your debts,

so don't worry about that.

God bless you.

Thanks.

Go on now.

Make yourself at home.

How wonderful!

He didn't do that for your sake.

He did that for his baby,

the one you're carrying.

Peace be upon you.

Peace be upon you too.

How are you doing, Shahd?

-How's everything?

-All is well.

I got you some of the stuff

you could use for this week.

The doctor is coming right up

to check on you.

Thank you, really. I don't know how

to thank you for these nice things.

That's nothing.

We just want you

to have a safe delivery.

God-willing.

I'll get these into the kitchen.

-No need.

-Don't!

Stay put.

That's why

since day one of the pregnancy

he made the doctor tell me

that this is a difficult pregnancy

and I shouldn't move much,

and I must get vitamins and supplements.

He kept giving me instructions.

He wouldn't let me leave the house.

If only I hadn't done that.

If only I hadn't done that.

On the day I went out

Why are you calling me after selling

me out all these months ago, Max?

Or you're calling me

to ask for money again?

Help, Shahd.

I'm in deep trouble.

What's this about?

What's this about?

I crashed into someone's car and he

wouldn't let me go unless I pay for it.

-Seriously?

-I swear to you it's the truth.

I'm in too deep and you're the only

one who can get me out of this.

I know I left you high and dry

but I'll get locked up!

We can't let that happen!

I'm coming, dear!

I'm not running late,

I'm almost there, you moron!

Hang up already. Man!