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Maya!
Don't forget to close the tap, okay?
Maya!
Darling, don't forget to close the tap.
NEW EVIDENCE RELATED TO THE ISLAMIC MUSEUM ROBBERY
Was the Islamic museum robbed?
When was the last time you read a newspaper, sir?
Almost five years ago.
Five years ago?
This happened three months ago.
The bastards spent like a gazillion pounds renovating it
and in the end, it got robbed.
They should have spent the money rehabilitating the junkies in the streets.
Indeed.
AL-ABBASIYA PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL
-Dr. Safaa. -Welcome, Yehia!
Didn't you miss the hospital?
I missed the hospital and the patients.
Have a seat.
What would you like to drink?
Coffee. Just half spoon of sugar, and a glass of water, please.
Coffee, half a spoon of sugar.
How are you doing?
Still staying alone.
-Is there no-- -No, there isn't.
I'm more comfortable alone.
-Thanks. -Welcome.
Her eyes are fixed.
Pretending to be busy.
Nervous.
Preparing to attack.
Yehia.
Now, your five-year absence from work is over.
I'm keeping you out of the legal affairs because of the circumstances.
But last week, the inspection committee was going to take legal action,
if it weren't for my intervention.
I won't allow anyone to accuse me of prejudice.
But what saddens me the most,
is knowing that you have not submitted a single paper of your thesis.
What's the matter, Yehia?
No work and no thesis? What's left, then?
I'm sorry, doctor. The research consumed a lot of time.
Tell me that the PhD is not important. I can understand that.
You can survive without it.
And you can apply for any fellowship abroad.
But work? Is it also not important?
I finished a considerable part of the thesis.
You have been saying the same thing for the past five years.
Do you know what this means?
It means that you're ending your career at the stroke of a pen.
Yehia, I'm not only the hospital manager,
I also consider myself as your elder sister.
The best I could do to avoid your dismissal
is to let you back in, and but you have to commit.
This will be a special exception for me.
-Come back? -Come back to the hospital.
But, can we postpone it till I complete my thesis?
My offer is a package.
Take it wholly or leave it.
Your legal status is the most important matter.
If you commit to working, your problem ends.
If not, I will testify for your dismissal.
After that, I'll look for someone to replace you.
Someone from a distinguished hospital like Al-Abbasiya.
Okay, doctor.
As you please.
Now, all that's left is to choose the suitable department.
Intermediate Care is full.
I have a vacant place in the senility department.
No, please. I won't be able to stand the bed-wetting, doctor.
What do you think about 8 West?
The unstable building?
Looks like your information is not up to date then.
The 8 West is the most secure prison in Egypt, nowadays.
Something suited for psychotic criminals.
The least dangerous of them killed his whole family cold-bloodedly.
Escaping 8 west is virtually impossible.
What's so funny?
I'm laughing because you wanted to put me in the 8 West from the beginning.
You proposed the senility and the bed-wetting,
so that I can easily agree on the prison.
What was the subject of your thesis again?
Psychoanalysis through body language.
Then, instead of experimenting what you studied on us,
why don't you use those in your thesis, doctor.
I will try to.
Yehia!
You were one of the best doctors we had.
No one can forget the tough cases that you treated.
It will be a great loss if you waste all of that.
Check out 8 West's new building before you leave.
8 WEST DIVISION
Yes, sir.
-Dr. Yehia Rashed. -One second.
He says, he's a doctor here in 8 West, but I've never seen him before.
MEN'S BUILDING (A)
Dr. Yehia Rashed.
Dr. Yehia! Welcome back.
The management said you'll be joining us, starting today.
Seriously? I've only been here for five minutes.
-How are you doing, Mohsen? -I'm good. Thank God.
Come on in, doctor.
The building was divided into three.
A for Dangerous, B for Normal, and C for Females.
We have 73 cases. 61 of them are accused of murder.
This is the criminals' affairs room.
This is the office of the department head, Dr. Kilani.
This is the room for inspection and follow-ups.
This is where the committee meets.
And this is the doctors' room.
Come on in, doctor.
Thanks, Mohsen.
You're welcome, boss.
We really missed you and your good old days.
Dr. Sameh is arriving anytime now.
Dr. Sameh? Zidan?
Yes. Should I make you some tea?
Make dark black coffee and boil it, Mohsen.
At your service.
Smoking is not allowed in here.
How are you, Yehia?
-How are you, Sameh? -Welcome back.
Thanks.
You've lost a lot of weight.
But, you have a bigger belly.
What happened to your hair? Are you turning bald?
And your nose. Why did it become so big?
How are you, Sameh?
Are you here with us in 8 West?
I've been here for four months.
I'm the oldest in the division now.
After the committee, of course.
Breakfast?
Thanks.
But, couldn't you find a better place than 8 West?
You should have chosen something simpler.
Administrative work.
Or even mental retardation.
Maybe you've forgotten about those.
It's my fate.
Tell me, what's new?
The whole building is new.
Come on. I will show you around. Come with me.
Come.
Inside! All of you.
All of you, go inside!
Come inside.
Sit down!
This is Saed. He killed his wife.
He skinned her, and put her in the fridge.
He will be sent to Al Khankah Hospital tomorrow.
And this is Fox.
He killed a three-year-old girl.
He raped her first, and then slaughtered her.
On the other hand, Abdul Majeed poisoned his parents then set them on fire.
He thought they kidnapped him. And this guy.
Stop!
Enough please, Sameh.
That's good enough.
See you tomorrow.
How are you, Naguzi?
Is Mr. Awni here?
Doctor.
Where have you been lately?
I don't know why you're making me feel like you're my wife.
It would be an honor.
If you were a chick, I wouldn't leave you for a moment.
-What? You will make me doubt you. -I was just kidding.
Is there hashish?
Of course.
But, listen.
Don't smoke it in front of Shakir and Mouris.
They will be upset like last time.
As if hashish is the worst of your deeds.
Don't worry. We'll get a joint outside. Come on.
-This one is free. -Sure.
Poker is my favorite sport.
And reading the players' body language is the best practice.
A couple of days ago, I was staying in a hotel.
Waiting for some people to have lunch with.
One glass after the other,
I saw a hot chick, coming through.
A Russian chick. Can you imagine?
Her perfect body.
Her eyes... I can't describe it.
She passed by me and smiled.
Then, she went to play the piano.
She kept playing for around half an hour.
She didn't stop looking at me for a moment.
After she finished, I saluted her and gave her a hundred pounds tips.
Where are you from? "From Russia." Where are you staying?
Blah blah blah. I went down to the reception to reserve a room.
The best two hours of my life!
The whore screamed like hell.
She exposed me!
Even the room service came up and asked if there was a problem.
I told them, no worries. It was just the TV.
Then...
We continued till like 2:00 a.m.
She didn't want me to leave.
She said, there's nothing like the Egyptian stamina in their country.
They are fond of the Egyptian stamina.
Tell me, Dr. Yehia.
What is your analysis of this situation?
I don't think it's a good idea. We are here to play.
No, really, what is your explanation for this great attraction?
Or maybe poker made you forget your profession?
Tell the story in reverse.
In reverse?
I mean, tell the events as they happened in a reversed order.
In order to analyze this great attraction, Mr. Shakir.
The girl didn't want me to leave. She liked the Egyptian stamina.
She screamed.
What about the room service and the movie playing on TV?
Yeah.
Right. The room service first, and then the restaurant.
No. The reception and the room reservation.
Yes, the reception. Sorry.
I was waiting for the guests.
You gave her tips and spoke with her.
Before that, there was the lunch meeting.
At what time did this whole story take place?
At around 3:00 p.m.
And you stayed till 2:00 a.m.?
A total of 11 hours.
You are a legend.
Yeah.
But this whole thing is fake.
Fake?
What do you mean?
Fake. I mean, it's a lie.
The whole time, you're looking at our eyes to make sure that we believe you.
And you rubbed your nose when you mentioned the room reservation.
This was a lie, and your body refused to believe it.
And now, you are turning red.
And trying to swallow.
You feel exposed.
Mr. Shakir, there is a 90-percent probability
that you're sexually vulnerable.
Which you are trying to hide by making up stories.
Awni!
I'm sorry Mr. Shakir, but you are the one who asked for it.
I'm out.
Not me.
-Full king. -Old man.
Full ace.
The Egyptian stamina.
TO DOCTOR YEHIA RASHED
Dr. Yehia.
Who's that?
Uncle Sayed!
How are you, good old man?
He knows that you are coming back.
It is destined for us to meet by the tree.
What happened to this tree, Uncle Sayed?
I heard it screaming while they were severing it.
You are very good, old man. Very good.
Look how lucky you are.
I brought you this shirt. I want you to tailor it properly, make it look good.
I swear, it is imported. Look.
Great.
It's a gift for you.
Peace be upon you.
Good morning.
Seems like you had a good night.
Are these genuine Italian glasses?
-I have similar ones, but-- -Get lost, Sameh.
I have a bad headache.
Get lost? Mind your language.
We are here to work.
There are two newly admitted suspects.
Choose one of them, when you sober up.
Mohsen.
Mohsen!
-Where are the two new cases? -One of them is there.
And the other one, Sherif Al Kurdi. He's there.
Sherif?
Sherif. I'm Yehia.
Yehia Rashed.
You really can't remember me, Sherif?
Yeah. It's the beard, right?
Everyone is telling me it made me look very different.
How are you, Sherif?
I can't believe we're together again, my friend.
It's been...
almost ten years now, right?
But, you know...
I like this whole new look.
The haircut. The tattoo.
Are you still into acting or what?
Do you remember college?
The student's union, and politics.
You were a true leader.
A true leader, indeed.
Do you know where we are, Sherif?
Salt.
Salt?
Salt.
In food.
A lot.
Okay.
Okay, Sherif.
I will tell them to increase the salt in your food.
Sherif, if you are not comfortable here we can go somewhere else.
What happened?
Strange things are mentioned about you, and I don't believe them.
Is it true, Sherif?
You're in a bad situation, Sherif.
If there is anyone who can help you, it's going to be me.
There is no such illness called silence.
You are a doctor. You know better.
The committee will follow up on your case for three weeks, starting tomorrow.
Believe me.
I would talk to me first, if I were you.
Okay.
If you don't want to talk, then write.
Draw.
"40110020019".
Whose phone number is this?
But there is an extra digit.
What is this "4" at the beginning?
A prefix?
Mohsen!
Come, help me!
Relax.
Sherif was found in the same room from which the victim was thrown.
His veins were severed.
His statements were inconsistent.
I didn't touch my wife.
I killed her.
Someone else did.
The urine samples found beside the wall,
appeared to be the suspect's.
It shows that he stayed there for a while.
A circular cut, 5 cm in diameter was found at the top of the left thigh.
It was caused by stripping the skin using a sharp tool.
After inspecting the victim,
it was found that she was sexually assaulted, hours before her death.
This caused her abortion.
After inspecting the uterus,
the fetus was found to be approximately eight weeks old.
Hello!
Yehia!
Hello!
-Hello! -Who is this?
It's Lobna.
Don't you remember me?
How can I not?
Of course, I do.
Is it a bad time to talk?
No, not at all.
I'm free. I was just writing some notes.
Not at all.
I got your number from your sister.
She reproached me for an hour because I haven't spoken to her in a long time.
How are you, Lobna?
You are the best person who can imagine my feelings right now.
Yehia, I need to see you as soon as possible.
Tomorrow, if possible.
Tomorrow?
Will you be busy tomorrow?
No. No, I'm free.
I won't busy at all.
Where?
So...
How are you doing today?
Have they increased the salt in your breakfast?
You know, Sherif.
Yesterday, while I was going through my old stuff,
I found some of our old photos together.
Look.
See how young you were?
By the way.
Lobna called me yesterday, and she is so worried.
I will meet her today to calm her down.
Do you have anything to tell her?
Sherif, you'll meet with the committee soon.
Let me hear anything from you before you meet with them.
I didn't murder.
Amazing.
Amazing, Sherif.
Then, who did?
The guy sitting right next to you.
Is there someone else with us in the room?
Seriously?
Seriously, Sherif?
We are doctors, man.
Try to understand the gravity of your situation.
Do you think that the committee will believe a doctor
faking some cliched symptoms from the movies.
Are you seeing him now?
Can you describe him?
Why would he kill Basma?
-I want to leave. -Answer my question, Sherif.
I want to leave.
What was that number you wrote yesterday? Is it a phone number?
-I want to leave. -Bank account number? Credit card?
-I want to leave. -Do you need money, Sherif?
-I want to leave. -Calm down.
-I want to leave. -You will leave.
-I want to leave. -I want you to completely relax.
I want to leave.
-What does this figure remind you of? -I want to leave.
-And this one?
-I want to leave. -This one.
Bahr...
Sea?
Not a horse, for instance?
Bahr.
What about this?
Sherif you will be executed.
Have you thought of that?
Just between you and me...
did Basma have an affair?
Can you describe him?
Draw, Sherif.
Draw anything.
40110020019
What?
What's the matter, Sherif?
What can I do now? You're being so difficult.
I want to talk to you.
What?
-Where is your report on this case? -What? Is there a problem?
Leave this case to me, I'll have it sorted before the committee comes.
What are you talking about?
Sherif is staying with me.
Why are you so upset? Are you two engaged or something?
Try to understand.
They're asking for a special format for the report. You don't know that yet.
Listen to me,
he is finally getting comfortable. He's starting to talk.
There are three other cases.
What is so special about this case, Sameh--
Here they come.
Welcome back, Yehia.
Thanks, doctor.
I will wait for you in the office to drink a cup of tea and talk.
I want to hear from you.
What's the news about your case? What have you seen?
Auditory and visual hallucinations.
A typical case of schizophrenia.
It's too soon to judge.
Are you comfortable, son?
Look, son, before anything,
we are not prosecutors.
This is not an investigation.
Your hearing is not impaired, so answer me, so that we can help you.
What's your name?
Your age?
Okay then.
What's your job?
-A mule-merchant. -What?
This is inappropriate, son.
Show some respect and answer properly.
Do you think we are asking because we don't know?
Why were you fired from the hospital?
They say you killed your wife.
Is it true?
Okay, which type of schiz are you planning to fake?
Paranoia, for example?
Tell us, so that we can help you.
How many of us are in the room?
Six.
No. There are only five.
Where did that sixth person come from?
What's the name of the guy who sits with us without anyone knowing?
This is all acting.
Bad acting, actually.
What's the matter, doctor?
You should have studied the case properly, at least.
Sit down.
Sherif.
Sherif...
This is going to be the case of the year!
401010020019
What do you think, doctor?
It would certainly be tiresome.
Someone like him can fake symptoms easily.
But, he'll make a mistake, eventually.
I'm not saying that psychiatrists can never get ill,
but we have seen a lot of tricks.
I want you to inform the nursing to keep a good eye on him.
And I need to know why he was fired from the hospital.
Be a bit tough on him, Yehia.
I want you to provoke him.
I want him to get angry.
I want to see what his anger will show us.
By the way, wasn't Sherif in class 1994?
That means he's five years your senior.
Haven't you seen him before?
I can't seem to remember him at all.
You know that each batch is 1,500 students.
Right. That's true.
Lobna.
How are you?
How are you, Yehia?
-How are you? -Say hello.
Sorry, she is a bit shy. You should have seen her in the club.
God bless her.
Go sit there, Karima.
Have a seat.
What would you like to drink?
I will take an espresso and tea for Karima.
Do you want a cheesecake?
One cheesecake.
Another espresso for me.
You have changed a lot, Yehia.
Ten years is not a short period of time.
You have changed, too.
For the better of course.
No, no. Not now.
Thanks.
What's new in your life?
I got married.
And I got Hania.
I work as an HR manager in a bank.
Are you married?
-I was. -You got divorced, for sure.
That's normal. Everyone is divorced nowadays.
Do you have kids?
I used to have Noor.
My wife and daughter died in a car crash, five years ago.
Hania.
Go play in the kids' area.
Karima.
Take Hania to the kids' area.
I'm so sorry, Yehia.
I really didn't know.
-I called your sister, but-- -Don't say anything, Lobna.
That's an old story.
Let us concentrate on the person that we can still help.
Tell me what happened.
When I knew that Sherif was in Al-Abbasiya,
I prayed to God that you would be there, too.
Fortunately, I'm responsible for his case.
Sherif and Basma met at a wedding.
You can say that it's love at first sight.
A few months later, they got married.
Their relationship was going well.
Until two months before the accident.
I was in France at that time. I had some work to do.
When Mom called me,
I knew that Basma and Sherif were having some problems.
What kind of problems?
She was feeling that Sherif is treating her differently.
She suspected it was her pregnancy.
She called me later, and she was devastated.
She was feeling that he was having an affair.
She said that she doesn't know anything about his life anymore.
Even though he was at home, he always locked himself up for days.
And she told me very weird things.
Like what?
When he's alone, he talks to someone.
As if he sees him.
He stays for hours staring at a corner.
He says, his left arm is diseased and must be amputated.
These are normal symptoms for Schizophrenia.
You mean, two personalities?
This is how it is portrayed in the movies.
But schiz is actually nothing like that.
It's a mental disorder. It's not psychological.
It creates delusions.
For example, "The intelligence is watching me."
"Someone is spying on me."
"My wife wants to poison me."
Go on.
Later, he kicked her out and changed the door lock.
She stayed with her parents for a week.
He called her. He apologized and begged her to come back.
When she came back, he opened the door fully naked.
He has that tattoo that you already saw.
After that...
After that he raped her with extreme violence.
This is what she told me on the phone while sobbing.
I feel that I'm living a nightmare that won't end.
Lobna.
Please calm down. We're in a public place.
I don't know if you knew or not.
But Basma was pregnant when she was murdered.
Sherif was dying to have a baby.
I can't believe he did this after waiting for four years.
Which one of them had a problem?
Sherif.
Basma became pregnant all of a sudden.
-He might have suspected that. -No...
I know Basma better than myself. Please don't say that.
The only possibility is that Sherif wasn't himself for a moment.
Or maybe, there's another woman in his life.
And he did all of that to get rid of Basma?
I can't believe this is what you think of Sherif.
Don't get me wrong, Lobna.
I'm putting myself in the committee's shoes.
Your brother is a psychiatrist. It's complicating his situation a lot.
I want to see him.
We must get permission from the public prosecutor.
Let me see what I can do and I will tell you.
By the way,
does Sherif have a bank account?
Yes, I've opened an account for him.
But this is not his bank account number.
Nor his credit card number.
Do you have the key to his apartment?
We might find something that can help us.
Yes, I do.
Unless Basma's parents have changed the lock.
Keep this with you.
Can you come with me?
Come in.
Does your phone have a flashlight?
Yes.
Hold the phone, Lobna.
40110020019
I think this is the same number you gave me.
Hold that.
Sherif never liked history.
It's normal for a schizophrenic.
His brain can take him anywhere.
That's Sherif's phone.
It looks like the investigators missed it.
It seems like it was switched off before the accident.
Diga, the tattooist.
I think this is the place where he got his tattoo from.
Was the Islamic museum robbed?
That was three months ago.
THE ISLAMIC MUSEUM ROBBERY
WONDERS OF ANTIQUITIES IN THE TRANSLATIONS AND NEWS
VITUAL DETECTIONS AND OPINIONS
AL AMAL PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL
You know about what happened to Sherif Al Kurdi, for sure.
I needed to gather some information about the period he worked here.
Sherif has always taken good care of his health.
But lately,
he became very strange.
We noticed how careless he became.
Personally, I suspected that he might be taking some kind of drugs.
I tried talking to him a couple of times but I couldn’t understand anything.
Till then, Sherif was doing his work properly.
Until one day, he was sitting with one of his patients.
Suddenly, the patient started screaming hysterically.
The reason was simple.
Sherif stabbed him with a pen in his hand.
Yes.
And then?
The hospital board met with him but couldn't understand his situation.
They decided that Sherif became dangerous.
They had to lay him off.
What's your diagnosis, doctor?
Sherif was my colleague.
I don't want to talk about him badly, but...
when I used to look in his eyes, I was never convinced that he's ill.
Let's assume that it's a latent schiz case.
It wasn't evident then, and now it is.
Not to mention his obsession with numbers.
After Sherif left, we found tons of papers,
full of numbers, behind his door.
-Do you still have these papers? -No. We dumped them, of course.
Another thing.
His PhD thesis. I think that we might still have it.
Here you go.
Thanks.
What was the subject of your thesis again?
Thank you, doctor.
Did you ask for a brain scan for Sherif?
Yes, I'm suspecting TLE.
Temporal Lobe Epilepsy.
Improbable.
He planned a perfect crime.
By the way, do you have a Facebook account?
No, I don't have an account. It's not my thing.
Come on. Everyone likes to use it now.
I have around 90 friends.
And two followers.
It means they are following me to get my news.
You were in 1999 class, right?
Ali Sha'ban was in your class.
-I don't remember him. -Ali Sha'ban.
The fat guy, with lots of freckles.
Yes, Ali. I remember him now.
He is bald now, and has got two daughters.
He's my Facebook friend.
He added some good photos from your class during your Luxor and Aswan trip.
Can you imagine who I found in the photos?
Sherif Al Kurdi.
Strange.
You knew him very well, then.
I know him.
But he wasn't my friend. He wasn't also in my class.
He was the leader of the student's union.
But you were together in seven photos.
Nowadays, the general secretariat has very strict rules
regarding personal relations in 8 West.
-We are in a very sensitive situation. -I told you, I don't know him, Sameh.
Doctors, we need your help. There is an emergency in ward A.
Move, all of you.
Move!
All of you, in your places.
What happened, fox?
I asked him where he got his tattoo.
The one drawn on his arm.
Just making conversations instead of doing nothing.
As soon as I put my hand on his arm,
I swear to God, I was just checking the quality of the tattoo,
he gave me a good punch in the face.
I fainted right away.
I swear to God, I won't let that pass.
If you touch him, I will put both of you in solitary confinement, tied up.
Do you understand?
Dr. Kilani wants to meet with you after the session.
Okay.
MEDICAL REPORT FOR SHERIF MAHER EL KORDI
EPILEPSY: NEGATIVE
Sit down, Sherif.
Sherif left the room.
-Who left the room? -Sherif.
Superficially, Sherif is not lying.
Who am I speaking to right now, then?
A friend.
You can call me Na'el.
-Na'el. -Na'el.
I'm sorry.
I heard it, Na'el. I'm sorry.
How are you, Na'el?
Tell me then.
Were you the one always sitting with us in the room?
Are you still in love with her?
With who?
Lobna.
You already know.
I regard her as my sister.
Are you going to marry your sister?
This story ended a long time back.
Yes.
The lies, my friend. The lies.
-I'm not a liar. -This,
in itself, is a lie. All human beings lie.
Why did you beat up Fox?
Have you ever loved your wife?
Why? Did I make you nervous?
You spoke with Sameh, correct?
-Have you ever loved your wife? -For sure.
But let us stay on the subject.
Tell me about the day Basma died.
Why not? I will tell you.
But according to the rules of the game.
A question for a question.
Okay.
Who killed Basma?
No. You already know the answer to this question.
But you are in denial.
You're trying to find an excuse for your friend.
If my friend did murder his wife,
I will never hesitate to mention that in my report.
Then what are you waiting for?
It's as clear as the sun.
Or is it because of Lobna?
Lobna has nothing to do with this.
What do you mean Lobna has nothing to do with this?
How come?
Can you deny that you've never forgotten her?
Can you deny that she screwed up your marriage and your life?
Can you deny that you want to prove yourself to her?
To show her your worth, and whatnot.
Why not say that I want to help her?
That's a good one, too.
But Lobna is still a beauty, isn't she?
I bet your eyes never missed her chest when she's sitting down.
Or her legs when she's getting inside the car.
That's a normal part of attraction towards a female.
Not me.
Not with Lobna, Sherif.
When I wanted your sister, I looked at her respectfully.
Respectfully?
Are you kidding me, Yehia?
No man looks at a woman he wants respectfully.
If you hadn't inspected her top to bottom,
you wouldn't have liked her.
Who murdered Basma?
"It is love that kills."
By the way, tell me,
how did your wife and daughter die?
Whoever told you the story must have mentioned this part.
What's wrong, Yehia? Calm down.
A psychiatrist should not be provoked so easily.
We are doctors, my friend.
The details, Yehia.
I'm obsessed with details.
Our car flipped.
I survived but they didn't.
Fate.
Yes, fate.
Fate was going by the speed of 160 km per hour.
Alcohol can achieve miracles, my friend.
It can solve unsolvable problems.
But, between you and me,
you can't deny that some part inside you
was relieved, correct?
Who killed Basma, Sherif?
Ask Sherif.
Sherif.
Sherif! Mohsen!
Mohsen!
If somebody told me three months ago
that I'd be in a mental hospital at 11 p.m., I wouldn't have believed him.
Who said they're the mental?
Maybe it's us, we just don't know it yet.
You haven't changed, Yehia.
You just think so.
I have changed a lot.
For the worse.
Do you want some coffee?
Should I grab a soft drink from inside?
Should I get you the patients' juice?
No, thank you.
I'm full.
Have you checked Sherif's phone?
I did.
I transferred the photos to my phone.
Are these pieces of evidence
for or against his innocence?
I don't know, Lobna.
There are lots of possibilities more than you can imagine.
Is it possible that there are two personalities?
One that loves Basma and one that hates her?
See, Lobna.
We can't deny that Sherif killed Basma after he raped her.
The problem is that the schizophrenic is usually conscious.
That look in the photos.
It's as if he's showing off.
Like he's feeling victorious.
What is the best ending possible?
Find a piece of evidence for a mental disorder,
that will deny that his responsibility for the crime.
To be proven ill is better than to be executed, Lobna.
What's the worst?
That Sherif is keeping a secret and he's not planning to tell anyone.
We missed something.
How did Sherif know that I'm still living
in the same apartment since we were students?
What's the point of that question?
A couple of days ago, I received a mail at home.
With the same drawing that we found on Sherif's phone.
He must be the one who sent it.
The museum.
The shirt he was wearing.
The photo taken in front of the mirror at the time of the accident.
Are you going to hand over the photos to the police?
Lobna.
I'm not seeking revenge because of and old and dead story.
I didn't say so. I didn't.
You said it with your eyes.
I know you better than anyone.
Come with me.
Your sister is outside. She wants to talk to you.
Answer her.
Hello.
Sherif.
-This is Lobna, Sherif. -Hello.
Sherif.
Sherif. Answer me, Sherif.
I'm Lobna, Sherif.
Do you know who is sending her regards?
Hania.
She's always asking, "Where is uncle?"
Mom also wants to talk to you very much.
Sherif.
Sherif. Answer me.
Answer me, Sherif.
Mohsen!
Come.
Sherif, get away.
Have you seen what your animal friend has done?
First of all, he is not my friend.
Second, go take a bath, Sameh!
Urine and water.
-Not a good mix. -No worries. It will dry up now.
What brought you here in the first place?
You want to know what brought me?
Fine.
What brought me is that we are being fooled here.
He is faking it.
It's very clear.
But he can't trick me.
He can trick anyone but Sameh Zidan!
A hundred stood before him in that very same place,
all had better acting skills.
And I could expose them from the first hearing.
I never missed. Not a single one.
Do you hear me?
Keep it brief, Sameh.
You came back only for him, of course.
Watch your mouth.
You know that Dr. Safaa chose 8 West by coincidence.
Coincidence?
And you coincidentally got the case of your colleague who is not your friend.
Coincidence?
And this car parked outside with the chick calling him on the phone.
Also a coincidence?
No, my friend. I'm not a moron.
I'm Sameh Zidan.
And the secretariat of health will not let it pass when they find out
that there is a personal relation here.
Aren't you going to stop being malevolent?
Malevolent?
You smuggled a cell phone to a suspect in 8 West
and I'm being malevolent?
Wake up, Dr. Yehia!
You won't forget that she was my wife.
You can't imagine that she loved me, not you.
Your brain can't comprehend that you were rejected.
I wasn't rejected.
As much as I loved her and was prepared for marriage,
I pitied her that she chose someone like you.
That's life.
Every day, I struggled to ride a train from Cairo to Faiyum and back.
Studying hard to become the top of my class.
In the end,
she fell in love with a drunk loser like you.
I still don't understand how she fell for someone like you.
Then, ask her.
No.
I will ask your daughter.
I forgot something.
Why did you hit him?
Sameh was in love with my wife before I married her.
She was our colleague in the hospital.
He proposed, and she rejected him.
He has been holding a grudge against me since then.
That's why you punched him.
I punched him because he gloated over my daughter's death.
But it's not your fault.
Were you...
Were you drunk at the time of the accident?
It was Noor's birthday.
The 24th of August.
I was drunk.
We were traveling on that day.
I remember we saw a fish-shaped cloud.
And Noor noticed it.
She was very smart.
I bought her a fish-shaped balloon.
I could never say no to her.
Nermin and I were fighting.
Although I vowed that I won't fight with her on that day.
She provoked me.
I drank half a bottle of whiskey.
I didn't notice that we were flying at 160 km per hour.
The car flipped sideways.
You know...
Time freezes at the moment of death.
I can see it as if it is being repeated every day.
To the smallest detail.
The bottle flying out of my grip.
Nermin's scared face.
And Noor's in the mirror.
And me being helpless, I can't help her.
I see how we landed on the tarmac.
Noor swimming in her blood.
You know?
This was my first death.
Why didn't you love her?
I loved her.
As a wife.
I was going to spend the rest of my life with her, for the sake of Noor.
Although we never got along.
Now,
I'm supposed to cope and accept the fact that I was the cause of their death.
Why did you let yourself reach that point?
Why?
That's a very difficult question.
Why did I lose you in the first place?
Why did Sherif reject me when I proposed?
Despite being more than a brother to me.
We spent all of our time together.
He was a role model to me.
But we had good times together.
We drank and smoked together.
Then, I fell in love with you.
But he was right.
If I were him, I wouldn't let my sister marry someone like me.
He was right, indeed.
That's not what I meant.
I mean, he never believed that I could change for you.
Lobna.
Even when I was with Nermin, I couldn't forget you for a single day.
Neither could I.
It took me a very long time
to finally accept that you won't be in my life anymore.
I attempted suicide once by cutting my wrist.
They barely saved me.
You're not the only one who've suffered.
Can you imagine?
I'm still in love with you.
Let's go.
You should be going now.
I got you in trouble, right?
I was going to beat up Sameh sooner or later.
Let's go?
Hello.
Hello!
Yes!
Who is this?
What? Have you forgotten my voice?
I'm not Sherif. I'm speaking from his phone.
-I-- -I know that you are not Sherif.
Seriously, I'm upset.
Who is this?
Have you seen how beautiful Basma was in the photos with your friend?
Indeed, it cannot be forgotten.
Hello.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Again.
That's another lie.
-Hello! -I'm not lying.
Didn't I tell you that every human being lies?
Sherif?
Where are you talking from?
-What happened, doctor? -Where is Mohsen, Ashraf?
-What happened? -Who smuggled a phone to Sherif Al Kurdi?
-What phone? -Who gave him the phone, Ashraf?
-It didn't happen, I swear, doctor! -Sherif!
Sherif!
Quick, I need you.
Have you met Lobna?
Yes, I did.
And you can't imagine how she is feeling right now.
Do you know why?
Her husband is 12 years older than her.
An old bone.
Different ideologies.
And he is weak, not like you.
He can't handle the one he got.
By the way, Yehia.
How do you think Lobna would live,
if her husband died?
I don't know.
And I wouldn't wish that would happen to her.
Believe me.
Her life would be better.
Listen to me.
Enough with your imaginations.
Imagination is no one's fault.
But to hide it inside of you,
and only let it out when you're drunk, is your fault.
That's not very courageous.
You know, Yehia,
if time goes back,
I would still not let you marry her.
You wouldn't have longed for her like you do now.
She would have been like your wife, Nermin.
Boring.
And silly.
I told you already, this is a dead story.
Okay, let's have the same conversation but after drinking a couple of glasses.
You still like whiskey, right?
Okay, quick. I need to talk to you.
Sherif.
Ashraf!
Increase to 300! 300!
Yehia.
The shirt.
Wait outside, please.
Please, wait outside!
Hi.
Come in.
Do you have an appointment or is this your first time?
Are you the owner of this place?
Mrs. Diga is the owner but she is busy in a session right now.
Diga? She's a foreigner, isn't she?
No. Diga, Khadiga.
Diga, Khadiga.
-I will wait for her. -Come inside.
Don't forget the cream, three times a day.
Bird of prey?
A feathery hawk?
-A bull with big horns? -Horns?
Or a scorpion?
No, I think that there is a misunderstanding.
I'm...
Okay.
Come.
Roselle, from Yemen, you will like it.
Is it your first tattoo?
There is a misunderstanding if you will let me explain.
It's a very good drink.
I'm here to ask about a tattoo you did before.
This one.
Molly!
Did he send you?
There is a misunderstanding.
I swear I won't let him leave if he ever comes here again.
I'm a doctor.
I'm really sorry.
Okay, Molly.
Have you ever kicked something before?
What am I going to do with your apology?
Again, I'm really sorry.
But this guy in the photo gave me a double fracture.
Are you the one who gave him this tattoo?
No. I'm the one who tried to remove it, but failed.
Tell me what happened.
This guy is completely insane.
He was mumbling unintelligible words.
All I understood was, he wanted to remove his tattoo immediately.
And it could only be removed using laser.
But that was very painful.
As soon as I turned on the machine,
he looked at me, laughing, and broke my arm.
And that explains what I did to you.
Does this drawing have any meaning to it?
I have never seen anything like it before.
The style is eastern.
I'm sure that it was done outside Egypt.
We don't have this kind of machines here.
What about this one on her thigh?
No. This looks like henna. The cheap stuff found at beaches.
Why weren't you answering your phone? I was worried.
Nothing.
I went back to work.
Really, you went back to the crazy people?
Do you need money?
No, Maya. I don't need money.
But I was bored.
Time for some change.
Change? What about a trip to Dahab?
Let's spend the weekend there. Please.
Maya, I'm tired. Tone it down, please.
Look, I brought new stuff. It can make you run up the pyramids.
There is also a surprise.
What do you think?
Absinth?
I swore I won't drink it without you.
Good girl.
It's been a while.
Okay.
Yehia. Who's this Lobna?
That's an old story.
It ended before it even began.
The way you said it suggests otherwise.
Can't you see yourself?
Maya, you're drunk, darling.
I'm not. If you don't tell me, I will leave.
Sit down. You have nowhere else to go.
Lobna is an old love story.
I haven't seen her for ten years and we have gone on separate ways.
Do you still love her?
The lighter, darling.
Do you realize that you've never told me that you love me?
Because I don't.
Maya, we are just friends.
We've agreed on that from the first day.
Sometimes, we need each other for a benefit.
But this has nothing to do with friendship.
You have a strange mind, indeed.
I told you that I love you the next day after we slept together.
Even if I got married, I will probably come and visit you.
Both of you will come visit me or what?
Stop it.
Sometimes, I wonder why I never get bored of you.
You are really strange.
What do you mean strange? Do I have three legs?
Nice one. Where did you get that from?
You have a dirty mind.
Am I the one with the dirty mind?
Very.
Let's go inside.
Maya, don't you ever feel sympathy towards me?
Don't spoil the mood. Just relax.
I have something else for you. Forget all of this.
What's this?
This is the blue elephant, darling.
You won't believe this stuff.
This is its first time in Egypt.
LSD?
You know that synthetic drugs aren't my type.
LSD is child's play.
This is called DMT.
An article said, this is produced by the brain when a person is dying.
It helps him relax while anticipating his next life.
A one-hour journey,
where you will see things you've never imagined possible.
You know that I don't try unknown drugs.
Aren't you saying that your life is broken down?
What do you have to lose?
It changed the lives of those who tried it.
Go on.
Run away!
Maya.
Maya!
Run away.
Maya.
Maya!
Hey, Maya!
Maya.
Maya?
Dog!
What happened?
What's wrong?
-What's wrong, Maya? -Dog!
Calm down.
Dog! Dog! Dog!
Maya!
Dog! Dog! Dog!
Yehia!
Sorry!
Are you okay?
Listen.
Wait for me upstairs.
I will finish this round and come up to you.
Shakir is still upset but I will sort it out.
Hello.
-Yes? -Yehia!
Yehia!
Where are you?
Have you heard what happened?
Maya!
Maya is dead, Yehia!
She was hit by a car in the Ma'adi area.
Was she with you?
Hello.
Yes, darling. My prayers with you.
Yehia, can you please take care of your blood sugar issue?
Who gave you the phone?
Who killed Maya, Yehia?
How strange human beings are...
How could you let her go out in that condition?
I didn't touch her.
The photos on your phone say otherwise.
What photos, Sherif?
Sherif?
You always mistake me with you friend.
I will seriously become upset.
What the hell do you want me to call you?
Calm down, Yehia! calm down.
Tell me.
Maya or Lobna?
Who is more delicious?
If you are a real man, say this in front of my face.
Now I think that you'll devote yourself to Lobna.
Like how you killed Basma to devote yourself to another woman?
Correct?
Unfortunately, whims have always used me
as their scapegoat.
Where is the phone that you have got?
Where is the phone that you have, Sherif?
What? What?
What? Yehia! Stop it!
Where is the phone?
You wrongfully accused me, my friend.
By the way,
I need to have a session with you, urgently.
A session?
This whole phone hallucination thing worries me.
And I haven't been exercising psychiatry for a while now.
I'm worried that I might forget the profession.
I don't have time for your games.
Who gave you the phone?
The phone thing again, Yehia?
Again?
Okay, look.
Let's make a deal.
If you let me have a session with you and make sure you're okay,
I will answer all of your questions.
All of them.
Do we have an agreement?
I need paper and a pen.
Just paper and a pen.
Thanks.
Have a seat, and get comfortable.
Look, Yehia.
I think that your chance has come.
A chance to get your life back.
A chance to get the dust off of you.
I won't lie to you.
You've started the way towards insanity.
In just a couple of months,
you will join your patients here.
Quit messing around.
Just a single question and I need the answer, now.
Who is spying on me?
Everyone is spying on himself, my friend.
If you scratch yourself, you will find me inside.
Aren't you afraid?
Aren't you afraid that you would die with Sherif, if he got executed?
Be professional, doctor.
Let Sherif meet his destiny.
That was intended for him before he was even born.
But, isn't it a bit strange?
His destiny was intended for him before he was even born.
Gosh.
What a poor guy, Sherif.
You know.
If anyone is going to die,
it's going to be you.
Yehia.
Al Ma'moon's shirt!
Mamoon?
Tell me. What is the story of that shirt, Sherif? Speak!
In the apartment.
Nurse!
-Peace be upon you, sir. -Peace be upon you!
How are you doing?
-This apartment is for sale, correct? -Yes, son. Come in.
-Make some tea, Om Shaima. -No need. Thanks.
Just excuse me. I'd like to take a look at the apartment.
Have a seat.
That's not possible. I will show you around.
I don't want to bother you.
No, not at all. Come on in.
Is the furniture also for sale or they are not?
Why not? It's less than a year old. It's still new.
It's all beechwood. Imported.
Regarding the clothes,
I take part in charity.
And you know the orphans...
Sure. It's all for God's sake.
But first, let's talk about the apartment then we'll check the clothes.
That's right.
Sorry. Can I ask for a glass of water? I'm dying of thirst.
-Of course. -Thanks a lot.
I doubt that this shelf is beechwood.
It's all beechwood, son.
-Even the shelf? -Yes, even the shelf.
That's strange.
-Thanks. -Welcome.
God bless you.
Can I use your bathroom, please?
Sherif will kill himself, next time.
I can't believe that after all of this,
he can get executed.
Hello.
No. I'm not at home.
Okay, we will talk later.
That was Khaled.
You know, Khaled doesn't know that I smoke.
He is a kind person.
But, he hasn't been the same since what happened to Sherif.
I feel like...
he is ashamed of me. I don't know.
How did you get married?
He was my client at the bank.
We weren't getting along for the first year of marriage.
I wanted to get a divorce.
But...
No, I won't tell you.
Why not?
Because I'm not supposed to be telling you this.
I'm Yehia, Lobna.
That's the problem.
I have to go now.
Hania is alone with Karima.
Take care of yourself.
Close the door!
AMBULANCE
DMT.
He knows that you are coming back.
It is destined for us to meet by the tree.
Who are you talking about, Uncle Sayed?
The landlord.
The one who knows the secret.
Al Ma'moon.
Yehia.
Come closer.
My skin is tearing.
I can't endure it.
What is the need for puncturing?
Couldn't we just make it henna?
You have to endure this in order to get the reward.
Be patient, girl.
Have you seen, Bahr?
His name was Bahr.
Who is that?
He was the biggest mule in the region.
His mother was a pure Arabian horse.
His color under sunlight,
he had a blue tint, same like the sea.
So I called him Bahr.
What mule?
-How do you see... -Have you found the shirt?
The shirt is with me.
This shirt has to be returned.
Burn it, Yehia!
Listen to me.
I have to know first.
How did it reach your apartment?
I stole it, Yehia.
I stole it.
Bring the shirt.
And burn it.
-I have to understand things first. -Okay.
Okay.
But according to the rules of our game, the question is mine.
And the question is.
Yehia, answer me honestly.
How many times did you close your eyes
and imagine Lobna in your arms?
But without any lies or tales.
Enough about Lobna, already.
Don't you ever get sick of this?
Don't you ever get sick, man?
I'm the one who should ask you this question.
Yehia.
I'm surprised that you still haven't committed suicide till now.
What?
Are you going to spend your whole life that way?
Watching her behind the display window?
Are you going to let her spend her whole life
with a man she doesn't love?
A woman loves a man who seizes her.
And rapes her, then kills her.
Correct?
There exists pleasure in resistance.
Take it from me.
How do you get into my dreams?
No. I didn't get into your dreams.
You are the one who steps into my world.
The shirt, man.
Bring the shirt.
Burn it.
Then you will find answers to all of your questions.
Go ahead, my hero.
Go ahead.
I won't burn it, Sherif.
I won't.
I won't burn it till I understand everything.
Mohsen!
No, Yehia.
In that case, you would be hurting yourself.
If you don't burn the shirt,
you will wish you were dead.
And you won't get it in an honorable way.
Are you okay?
I'm here to congratulate you for your great acting.
Complete insanity, indeed.
You are a doctor, respect yourself.
Tell me the truth, Sherif. I might be able to help you.
We are colleagues in the end.
Your friend told you not to talk with me, right?
Your drunk, loser friend.
I killed her.
Good!
Now, we're starting to understand each other.
She betrayed me.
So, I killed her.
Any man in my place
would do the same.
If I could go back in time,
I would still kill her.
Yehia on the other hand.
Does he know any of this?
Yehia is the one who agreed with me to perform this act.
So that you can end up in a hospital instead of being executed, right?
What will he get in return?
That's the problem.
Yehia wants to marry my sister.
He's been mad about her for a very long time.
An old story
which he never forgot.
But my sister is married.
I knew something was wrong.
But he doesn't know.
What do you mean "he doesn't know"?
Yehia is schizophrenic.
Since his family's death.
Schizophrenia?
He doesn't believe that he agreed with me on anything.
He speaks to himself.
And claims that I'm the one speaking to him.
He speaks to himself from his own phone.
And answers from my phone.
Imagining
that someone else is speaking with him.
Yehia can't imagine
that he is the one who chose my ward and my case.
He is even denying that he knew about my case from the news.
Before he came back.
Why are you telling on him?
Because he threatened to kill me
when I told him that he can't marry my sister.
Yehia is insane.
He has been holding a grudge
ever since I refused to let him marry my sister.
Sameh.
Please try to help him.
I'm dead, either way.
Oh, my god.
Yehia is a colleague, regardless of anything.
He was always one step ahead of me.
I wouldn't wish him ill, for sure.
Yes, for sure.
Don't worry.
Don't worry, Sherif. Try to stay calm, okay?
Don't talk with him about anything.
I will handle it.
Dr. Yehia!
You are late, doctor.
Sorry, I had an appointment, Uncle Sayed.
Your appointment was by the tree.
What tree, uncle Sayed?
Om Al Sho'oor tree.
The tree outside?
Do trees grow inside, doctor?
What do you think about Sherif's confessions?
I think that Sameh is lying.
A complaint from a hateful person.
But you actually knew Sherif before?
Why did you deny it when I asked you?
I didn't remember him. He wasn't in my class, doctor.
He is five years older than me.
He looks totally different now.
Okay.
And what about his sister?
Would you really believe this nonsense?
Would I threaten someone to marry his married sister?
I never said that she is married.
I assumed that she is married.
It's nothing but lies.
As I told you before, Sherif Al Kurdi is schizophrenic.
Sameh's evaluation shows that he spoke with him.
He's normal. He's not schizophrenic.
Sameh only had one sitting with him.
He mixes work with personal life.
Above all, he loathes me.
Okay. Keep Sameh out of this and answer me.
Do you have any relationship with Sherif's sister?
Like what I've told you, doctor,
I don't know her.
Security said, a car entered the hospital
a couple of days ago at 11 p.m.
The name in her ID is Lobna Al Kurdi.
She was visiting you and you left a note to the gate security.
Yehia.
Where have you been for the past five years?
Do you realize what isolation could do to anyone?
I'm not sick, doctor.
We haven't said that you are sick, Yehia.
Anyone who undergoes an experience like yours
is likely to go through some thought disorders.
Some people get out of this state, gradually.
Others never do.
And I didn't?
That's what it looks like.
This is better than considering other possibilities you wouldn't like.
But I didn't break the law, doctor.
What happened is enough for escalating the subject to the general secretariat.
Which means you will be dismissed.
That's an end I wouldn't wish for you.
To avoid that, I will transfer you from 8 West
to the senility department, 26.
A quiet department with little problems.
You will be relieved there.
Yehia.
The patient is the last to realize that he is sick.
I called you.
You didn't answer the call so I got worried.
Lobna, what brought you here this time?
He came home and had a fight with me.
He told me I'm an irresponsible person.
That I have no feelings.
That I'm a shame for his family because of what Sherif did.
Which I had nothing to do with.
I told him we can get divorced.
He agreed immediately.
As if he was waiting for me to say it.
He packed his stuff and left.
Why are you so silent?
Lobna, I left Sherif's case today.
It wasn't my choice.
Your brother told Sameh that he killed his wife.
He also said that I was threatening him.
But...
Sherif.
Sherif is insane.
Maybe I actually did those things.
That's impossible.
I'm tired.
Lobna, I'm not okay.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I can't tell reality from imagination anymore.
I hear things that never happened.
And I see...
I see things that didn't happen.
I'm not okay.
Your brother might be saying the truth.
You're drunk, Yehia.
When I drink, I'm usually sober.
That's not it.
All the symptoms that I see on your brother
are actually mine.
And I tell it as if they are his.
But I haven't seen any symptoms on you.
Yehia, you.
You have got to stop drinking.
You are going to become insane.
If the whole world said that you are sick,
I'm telling you that you're not, Yehia. You are not sick.
You are not sick, Yehia.
You want to die.
For the past ten years and I'm unable to.
I can't stand it if you disappear from my life again after I found you.
Stay in the dark.
I'm okay with that.
At least, I would be living for a hope, even if it's a false one.
But if you disappear again from my life,
like you did before, I won't forgive you, Yehia.
I will die.
I will die, Yehia.
Hello.
Get behind!
Thank you, sir.
I'm a doctor here.
You're not allowed.
Dr. Safaa.
Open the door, please.
Let him in.
Sherif asked for you by name.
He threatened that he will break Sameh's neck, if we open the door.
We won't have time to act.
Please do something, Yehia.
Stand back, all of you!
I'm going to need this device with me, please.
Here you go.
Yehia.
I can't stand seeing those idiots outside.
Take this.
Make it pitch black.
Don't make any noises, Sameh. Be nice.
Loosen it a bit, Sherif. He is going to die.
Did you know that they don't slaughter pigs?
Because they have a huge amount of fat around their neck.
How do they kill it then?
It has to be stabbed in the heart.
But here.
There are no skewers here. Don't you have one?
Why don't you let Sameh out of this?
You won't benefit from his death.
What are you looking for?
This?
You don't need any device.
Believe in yourself, doctor.
You are sane.
Believe me, I'm only here to protect him.
To protect him from your crazy friend, Sherif.
Protect him, by killing him, right?
You're still not able to differentiate between me and your crazy friend, Sherif.
Try to understand.
Sherif is the one who wants him dead.
For some reason that I personally don't know.
But me, on the other hand,
you can consider me a peacemaker.
Good!
In that case...
Then.
Look, Yehia.
I'm willing to forgive anything in the world
except a bad sense of humor.
I really can't understand what you are trying to achieve.
I will monitor myself using this camera
under the effect of a new type of medication.
To make sure whether I'm sane or not.
Lobna, please. There is no time.
Help me so I can help Sherif.
I will lock myself inside the room and I will give you the key.
Tomorrow, at the same time, come and open the door for me.
Don't worry.
I know what I'm doing.
Ladies and gentlemen.
And now, it's time for the blue elephant performance.
Mommy!
Noor!
Sir Al Ma'moon.
Come closer.
It's the devil possession, sir.
Sorcerer!
May she never be forgiven. The one who tattooed your woman.
She brought her a vicious copulating demon
that is able to detect the talisman halfway across the world.
It will manifest itself in the form of a black dog.
That will take possession of you and knock you out like a dead person.
It will copulate with your women using your own body,
without you knowing.
Maya!
A warning that you might keep away.
Na'el!
He goes by the same name as his grandfather Satan, in heaven,
before he disobeyed the Lord and got banished.
O, Lord! Protector!
Guardian! Full of Mercy!
Vomit, son, vomit.
Every day, you shall put your finger in your throat and vomit.
Empty your body, and fill it up with salt.
Clean yourself and wash with salt.
Salt is pure, it will purify you.
Salt keeps away the copulating demon.
Burns it.
Baffles it.
And kills it.
This shirt is your best protection.
It has the name of God. Embroidered.
Protected by 9 digits.
That cannot be read nor interpreted by any demon.
To arouse you, if it knocks you out.
And brings the help of a protector to assist you.
Digits that will close a shelter around you.
It cannot be opened by any type of weapon.
Nor by Satan, using whatever type of key. Nor by Na'el the copulating demon.
Get out of my face, you and your stupid shirt.
It won't leave you before it takes away your most precious belongings.
The shirt.
The shirt!
Yehia!
Are you okay?
Are you worried about me?
How long have I been out?
I don't know, but it's almost morning, now.
I couldn't leave you.
"On the 25th,
they arrested a woman who stole some stuff from the bathroom.
They hanged her on Bab Zuweila."
"On Wednesday, the 7th,
a man called Al Ma'moon killed his wife.
A couple of days later,
he cut off his own arm out of remorse for killing her.
He was admitted to Kala'oon Hospital."
Then, what I saw has actually happened.
It is mentioned in Aljabarti's book that we found.
What have you seen exactly, Yehia?
I saw an identical life to Sherif's
but in another time.
The shirt.
Al Ma'moon.
And all of what's mentioned here in detail.
I'm not sick.
Excuse me.
One second.
I'm Dr. Yehia from 8 West.
Of course, I know you, Dr. Yehia.
I'm Mervat. I'm in charge of the females' ward.
Where is Uncle Sayed?
Uncle Sayed, the one always sitting in that house, or by the tree.
Uncle Sayed, the tailor.
He died four years ago. This tree fell on him.
He always loved sitting here.
Hi, I hope you aren't upset from last time.
Hi.
First.
No matter how much you scream nobody will hear you.
The door is locked outside.
Second.
The wimp working with you is lying on the bathroom floor.
He wouldn't hear you anyway.
Third.
If you make any move, I will break your arm.
What do you want? Take whatever you want.
I'm not here to rob you.
One question.
Are you the one who gave Basma the tattoo?
I dealt with Sherif, not with his wife.
I didn't say that she is his wife, you lying whore.
-What tattoo did you give her? -A flower.
Bring the book from which you drew.
-I don't remember. -Bring the book, get up!
There!
Bring it.
"A sinful talisman"?
-Sorcery? -This was not supposed to happen.
Every time I did it, it always went well. But this time, it has come true.
The story goes, a tattoo is drawn,
and a spell is read out loud.
And it gets eaten by a dog.
Right?
You dirty whore.
Continue.
Basma came to me.
She told me that she's having troubles with her husband.
He was sick of her.
And the demons can do what Viagra cannot.
It comes.
It takes possession of the man, sleeps with his wife.
And no one can ever know.
And everyone is happy in the morning.
Oh, my god.
This is how it goes.
When sexual pleasure is achieved,
life goes on.
If there is no sexual pleasure,
we keep accusing each other.
Coldness and weakness.
And we keep hurting each other with dull knives.
What about the dog?
The dog, that eats the spell, gets locked in the bathroom.
It's there for one week, till I make sure that the woman is fine.
And then I poison the dog.
As soon as it dies,
everything goes back to normal.
-But this time, you didn't kill the dog? -No.
The dog died of its own.
I thought it was over.
But in Basma's case, it was something else.
Something that cannot be dismissed.
Something that I have never seen before.
I understood the science of converting letters to numbers.
It is called "Alawfa".
Each letter has an equivalent number.
And when the meaning of the word
is converted to numbers,
and is written in boxes,
it acquires power.
A hidden energy through which demons can be harnessed.
A calculation that can either protect and be called a "veil."
Or destroy and be called a "curse."
And this was the case with Sherif and Basma.
The shirt always had the numbers
to protect them from the copulating demon, Na'el.
The numbers translate to God's name, The Protector.
The only protection name that's able to stop Na'el.
As for each demon, there is a name
that weakens and expels it.
Sherif was asking for it.
But Na'el was distracting me by trying to make me burn the shirt.
Open.
Sherif.
Yehia.
I'm dying.
No. You won't die, Sherif.
No one will.
Don't ever give up.
Help me.
What's this, Yehia?
Are you going to stop me from killing him using a pen?
The shirt, Sherif.
What is this? What happened?
Was I supposed to be burning?
I haven't seen this shirt since a long time.
You remind me of school kids, Yehia.
Kids who always go to the principal when they get into trouble.
The highest rank.
He is never able to protect them.
Put the shirt on. You might catch a cold.
Seriously, Yehia.
Seriously.
Sorcery and witchcraft.
Is this how it ends for you?
You are the last person I would imagine following these superstitions.
Shame on you.
We are doctors, for God's sake.
What would the hospital say about this now?
We are encouraging ignorance,
instead of encouraging science.
All of this because I tried to make you see yourself more clearly.
The shirt!
Get out of my head!
Shouldn't you be thanking me?
-Thanking you? -I said what you couldn't say.
I freed your fantasies that you were hiding.
Without me,
would you've gained back your confidence?
Would you've gained back Lobna?
Unfortunately, everything you are doing will not change anything.
Can this bring back your daughter?
What a poor kid.
Of course, you think she's in heaven right now.
You should have seen how it looks like.
-Who? -Heaven.
It has everything you can imagine.
But it's boring.
The real life
is here.
Action.
Sherif.
My name is
Na'el!
THE PROTECTOR
Sherif.
You are the one who sent the letter.
Right?
I used to lose consciousness
for days.
Then I wake up,
to see everything has changed.
Then I thought about you.
Despite all of what happened between us.
I knew...
that you would never give up on me.
Or on Lobna.
8 West final report showed
that Sherif might not have been responsible for the crime he committed.
Doubt tipped the scales in his favor.
He was admitted to Al Khankah Hospital to be treated till he becomes sane again.
He might come out.
Life granted me another chance.
I became a new person after this experience.
A person who is ready to live.
I left a whole world behind me.
I asked for forgiveness.
But the difference between reality and imagination will always be
a door
called curiosity.