Enheraf (2022) s01e22 Episode Script
Episode 22
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EPISODE 22
What is it, Abeer?
You scared me.
Help. A woman kidnapped
a kid from the playground.
How does that concern us?
Upon searching her bag, they found
the clinic's card so they called me.
It turns out she came to us once
and stopped coming.
Remind me of her.
Look, that's her entire file.
-Mrs. Sanaa, I remember her now.
-That was quick.
-You think I'm like you? Move it.
-Ok.
-That's my son!
-Peace be upon you. Sanaa.
-Peace be upon you too.
-Help me, Dr. Hor!
They want to take Mido from me.
Please, help!
Calm down, dear.
That's my son Mido.
Please help me!
-Calm down.
-She's mad. She wants to take the kid.
It's okay. Calm down.
-Hello.
-Hello, ma'am.
I am Dr. Hor Elwan.
Nice to meet you, doctor.
We're very sorry to disturb you.
Not at all.
I'm just here to fix the situation.
Mrs. Sanaa is one of my patients.
She's taking the kid! Help me!
This is the death certificate
of her son Mido.
He died a month ago,
and he was at this cute kid's age.
I understand.
DEATH CERTIFICATE
I want my son back.
Come on now, Sanaa.
-Let me take care of this.
-Will you take the kid or not?
-I'll do whatever you want.
-All right.
A snatcher! She's a snatcher!
Please help me!
Help me, Hor!
Please settle down.
She's a snatcher.
My son!
What happened to my son!
My dear son!
My son!
Son!
No!
No! I cannot take it!
Mrs. Sanaa is not a child snatcher.
She's mentally ill
and she's going through therapy.
She's in a very bad state.
I can sign an undertaking
that this will never happen again.
Very well.
So, what do you say?
I can't help it,
I'll drop the case.
She's mentally-ill, God spare us.
But these people should
be locked up in mental asylums,
they cannot be let loose like that!
We also need to be safe.
Ok.
CHIEF OF DETECTIVES
That wasn't intentional.
I swear to God he looked
like Mido in my eyes.
That wasn't intentional.
I know it wasn't intentional.
If I had any doubt about you,
I wouldn't get you out of here.
You're not to blame
for your son's death,
but you're to blame
for stopping therapy, Sanaa.
I don't want to go through therapy.
I don't want that.
I'm fine like that.
I'm scared to go to your clinic.
How about we both go somewhere
where we can sit and talk?
All right.
-Can I join you?
-No.
Good.
Let's go, Sanaa.
WAEL SUROOR
INVESTIGATIVE ASSISTAN
Any leads?
None, unfortunately. There's no message
or call from a woman called Samar.
Try to get into his WhatsApp, Messenger,
Telegram or any other application.
I did, but I found no sign of her.
I found something though.
That was the last page
Ameer browsed online.
WHAT'S GOING ON?
SAMAR WILL TELL YOU
Can you get to its admin?
If its admin is in Egypt,
we'll find that out.
All right.
I went to the guy who sold
the necklace to Wael, sir.
He said there were only
three necklaces of this kind,
as it's handmade and not commonly sold.
He gave me two addresses,
the first is in El Mohandiseen.
I went there and it was an old woman
who owned this necklace.
As for the second address,
I kept knocking, no one answered.
I asked the neighbors,
they said a doctor lived there
and he left Egypt eight months ago
after his wife died
and no one has heard from him since.
This leaves the third necklace
which is in Hor's possession.
Everyone is a suspect
until we find evidence.
Don't hang on to one piece of evidence.
Don't believe what salespeople say,
they just want to make a living.
Yes, sir.
Check Wael's progress
in today's investigation.
Roll up your sleeves, Sherif,
the public scrutinizes such cases.
Sir, we're doing everything in tandem
and in a timely manner.
Soon, I'll prepare the report
and hand it over to you.
Very well.
Any other instructions, sir?
-You may leave.
-Thanks a lot.
It's a fake page
and all the followers are fake.
I don't get it.
How can it be fake?
I'm seeing it.
I know what you're saying, sir.
Sometimes you find yourself following
pages you know nothing about, right?
Yes, this happens.
That's exactly what I do, sir.
I create a nice page and keep
posting on it. It gets popular.
Then I sell the page with its followers.
Who is the girl who bought
the page from you?
I swear to God I don't know her.
She wired the money to me
and asked me to change
the name of the page,
and publish certain posts.
I just did as she asked.
I want you to tell me everything.
Don't hold back.
Ignoring this isn't the answer.
Where do I start?
It was a regular day.
A regular day just like any other day.
I was at the company.
-Yes, Tarek?
-You're late, Sanaa!
I'm not that late.
Are they here?
Yes, they're here waiting for you.
Let's get this over with.
Hey, Tarek, let me focus.
Anyway, do we have the contracts
and what we agreed on laid out?
Everything is ready
and we did all you asked for.
-Ok.
-Let's hurry.
We'll see.
I had a meeting.
And Taghreed,
the housekeeper I have at home,
was babysitting Mido.
She's responsible for everything,
the cooking, the cleaning,
and babysitting my son.
Hello.
Yes, Mohga?
I'm coming over.
I just need to get
a few things done first.
Take care.
Here we go, Mido.
You sleepyhead!
I got you some juice.
Lie down.
Who is Mohga?
Mohga is our neighbor's nanny.
She called Taghreed because
they had a plan to save up money.
Taghreed went downstairs.
My dear son!
My own flesh and blood!
-Hey, girl.
-How are you?
There you go. Here's the money.
Why the hurry?
-The money isn't going anywhere.
-You don't say!
Taghreed?
Taghreed?
Help me!
Help me!
You called me countless times!
You were being so dramatic
about not giving you the money on time.
I can't help it.
You know how bad things are.
I know you can't help it.
I'll get back to work.
No, have a cup of tea with me first.
-Work isn't going anywhere.
-I don't want to leave Mido alone.
-Take care.
-Take care.
Mohga!
Mohga, help me!
Mido!
Mido, what happened to you?
Answer me!
Mohga!
Mido please answer me!
Help!
Mido!
Mohga!
My son!
Taghreed!
Taghreed!
Where is my son?
Taghreed, where is my son!
My son!
My darling son! Mido!
What happened to you, dear?
What happened to you, dear?
My dear son!
My son!
Son!
Wake up, Mido!
Mido!
What did you do to my son?
My son is dead! He's dead!
My own flesh and blood!
My own flesh and blood!
My own flesh and blood!
Mrs. Sanaa, I know it's difficult.
But these are the procedures.
We have the medical examiner's report.
It says he died of asphyxiation.
Would you like to press charges?
Against whom?
Anyone.
No.
I don't.
When was the last time you saw Mido?
Fifteen minutes earlier.
How long has Taghreed
been working for you?
For two years.
Mrs. Sanaa is so dear to me,
and so is Mido.
Mido was like my son.
Have you ever doubted her?
No. Why would I?
She loved Mido a lot.
She treated him like her own son.
Around a week ago,
I told her I smelled a gas leak
and she told me she'll look into this.
She told me about that.
What did you do to fix that?
It slipped my mind.
It slipped my mind.
My darling son!
I curse the day I was born!
I curse the day I was born!
It slipped my mind.
I curse the day I was born!
Calm down, Mrs. Sanaa.
Forgive me, Son.
Oh, my!
Are you still in contact?
No.
Taghreed offered to serve me
and stay with me,
but I said no.
I mean, it won't work.
Every time I see her, I'll see Mido.
It's too hard.
I can't take it. No.
I can't.
Or is it because you can't forgive her?
Why wouldn't I forgive her?
She didn't do anything anyway.
It's not her fault.
It's fate, that's all.
It's fate, that's all.
You just forgot.
In your first session with me,
you said you had doubts
and something didn't add up.
Did I say that?
No. I don't remember
anything of the sort.
It's fate, that's all.
It's fate.
It's fate.
It's fate.
-My dear son
-Ok, I want to go to your place.
Ok, but I no longer
live there.
I can no longer go there.
I just can't.
Give me the key
and I'll go there myself.
You're going?
Ok.
I'll give it to you. Ok.
Here I come.
Thank God!
-Hello, Mom.
-Hello, darling.
I've been trying to call you all day,
but you didn't pick up.
You had me worried.
Excuse me, Mom.
My phone's battery died. Look.
I was busy all day.
My brain was preoccupied.
I kept thinking all day
about what your friend Shahd said
about not killing the man.
What if she escaped police custody
and was playing us?
You think Shahd is Superman
to escape police custody?
Do you think she's so dumb she'd hide
in her own home after escaping?
Yes, she's dumb.
I wouldn't put it past her.
She turned out to be innocent
and was released.
Who killed him then?
How would I know?
I'm not a detective!
Shahd is your friend, isn't she?
And you and Dr. Hor visit
her regularly, don't you?
And the man who was killed
was the reason behind her problem, no?
Or are you all in on this?
Seriously?
I regret buying you a cell phone
with two cameras.
It ruined your manners.
The two-camera phone
is not to blame, dear.
My manners are already ruined.
Well-played.
I know who you are!
Who am I, dear?
That crazy person from that movie!
Listen, I'll get changed
and make us something to eat.
I hope it's not soup.
I'm craving something solid!
Solid foods are bad for your skin, Mom.
What are you saying?
You didn't tell me
you were coming, honey.
Where is the necklace I got you, Hor?
Why won't you answer me?
It's nothing
I spaced out.
I have it.
May I see it?
Why? Is something wrong?
May I see it, Hor?
Yes.
EPISODE 22
What is it, Abeer?
You scared me.
Help. A woman kidnapped
a kid from the playground.
How does that concern us?
Upon searching her bag, they found
the clinic's card so they called me.
It turns out she came to us once
and stopped coming.
Remind me of her.
Look, that's her entire file.
-Mrs. Sanaa, I remember her now.
-That was quick.
-You think I'm like you? Move it.
-Ok.
-That's my son!
-Peace be upon you. Sanaa.
-Peace be upon you too.
-Help me, Dr. Hor!
They want to take Mido from me.
Please, help!
Calm down, dear.
That's my son Mido.
Please help me!
-Calm down.
-She's mad. She wants to take the kid.
It's okay. Calm down.
-Hello.
-Hello, ma'am.
I am Dr. Hor Elwan.
Nice to meet you, doctor.
We're very sorry to disturb you.
Not at all.
I'm just here to fix the situation.
Mrs. Sanaa is one of my patients.
She's taking the kid! Help me!
This is the death certificate
of her son Mido.
He died a month ago,
and he was at this cute kid's age.
I understand.
DEATH CERTIFICATE
I want my son back.
Come on now, Sanaa.
-Let me take care of this.
-Will you take the kid or not?
-I'll do whatever you want.
-All right.
A snatcher! She's a snatcher!
Please help me!
Help me, Hor!
Please settle down.
She's a snatcher.
My son!
What happened to my son!
My dear son!
My son!
Son!
No!
No! I cannot take it!
Mrs. Sanaa is not a child snatcher.
She's mentally ill
and she's going through therapy.
She's in a very bad state.
I can sign an undertaking
that this will never happen again.
Very well.
So, what do you say?
I can't help it,
I'll drop the case.
She's mentally-ill, God spare us.
But these people should
be locked up in mental asylums,
they cannot be let loose like that!
We also need to be safe.
Ok.
CHIEF OF DETECTIVES
That wasn't intentional.
I swear to God he looked
like Mido in my eyes.
That wasn't intentional.
I know it wasn't intentional.
If I had any doubt about you,
I wouldn't get you out of here.
You're not to blame
for your son's death,
but you're to blame
for stopping therapy, Sanaa.
I don't want to go through therapy.
I don't want that.
I'm fine like that.
I'm scared to go to your clinic.
How about we both go somewhere
where we can sit and talk?
All right.
-Can I join you?
-No.
Good.
Let's go, Sanaa.
WAEL SUROOR
INVESTIGATIVE ASSISTAN
Any leads?
None, unfortunately. There's no message
or call from a woman called Samar.
Try to get into his WhatsApp, Messenger,
Telegram or any other application.
I did, but I found no sign of her.
I found something though.
That was the last page
Ameer browsed online.
WHAT'S GOING ON?
SAMAR WILL TELL YOU
Can you get to its admin?
If its admin is in Egypt,
we'll find that out.
All right.
I went to the guy who sold
the necklace to Wael, sir.
He said there were only
three necklaces of this kind,
as it's handmade and not commonly sold.
He gave me two addresses,
the first is in El Mohandiseen.
I went there and it was an old woman
who owned this necklace.
As for the second address,
I kept knocking, no one answered.
I asked the neighbors,
they said a doctor lived there
and he left Egypt eight months ago
after his wife died
and no one has heard from him since.
This leaves the third necklace
which is in Hor's possession.
Everyone is a suspect
until we find evidence.
Don't hang on to one piece of evidence.
Don't believe what salespeople say,
they just want to make a living.
Yes, sir.
Check Wael's progress
in today's investigation.
Roll up your sleeves, Sherif,
the public scrutinizes such cases.
Sir, we're doing everything in tandem
and in a timely manner.
Soon, I'll prepare the report
and hand it over to you.
Very well.
Any other instructions, sir?
-You may leave.
-Thanks a lot.
It's a fake page
and all the followers are fake.
I don't get it.
How can it be fake?
I'm seeing it.
I know what you're saying, sir.
Sometimes you find yourself following
pages you know nothing about, right?
Yes, this happens.
That's exactly what I do, sir.
I create a nice page and keep
posting on it. It gets popular.
Then I sell the page with its followers.
Who is the girl who bought
the page from you?
I swear to God I don't know her.
She wired the money to me
and asked me to change
the name of the page,
and publish certain posts.
I just did as she asked.
I want you to tell me everything.
Don't hold back.
Ignoring this isn't the answer.
Where do I start?
It was a regular day.
A regular day just like any other day.
I was at the company.
-Yes, Tarek?
-You're late, Sanaa!
I'm not that late.
Are they here?
Yes, they're here waiting for you.
Let's get this over with.
Hey, Tarek, let me focus.
Anyway, do we have the contracts
and what we agreed on laid out?
Everything is ready
and we did all you asked for.
-Ok.
-Let's hurry.
We'll see.
I had a meeting.
And Taghreed,
the housekeeper I have at home,
was babysitting Mido.
She's responsible for everything,
the cooking, the cleaning,
and babysitting my son.
Hello.
Yes, Mohga?
I'm coming over.
I just need to get
a few things done first.
Take care.
Here we go, Mido.
You sleepyhead!
I got you some juice.
Lie down.
Who is Mohga?
Mohga is our neighbor's nanny.
She called Taghreed because
they had a plan to save up money.
Taghreed went downstairs.
My dear son!
My own flesh and blood!
-Hey, girl.
-How are you?
There you go. Here's the money.
Why the hurry?
-The money isn't going anywhere.
-You don't say!
Taghreed?
Taghreed?
Help me!
Help me!
You called me countless times!
You were being so dramatic
about not giving you the money on time.
I can't help it.
You know how bad things are.
I know you can't help it.
I'll get back to work.
No, have a cup of tea with me first.
-Work isn't going anywhere.
-I don't want to leave Mido alone.
-Take care.
-Take care.
Mohga!
Mohga, help me!
Mido!
Mido, what happened to you?
Answer me!
Mohga!
Mido please answer me!
Help!
Mido!
Mohga!
My son!
Taghreed!
Taghreed!
Where is my son?
Taghreed, where is my son!
My son!
My darling son! Mido!
What happened to you, dear?
What happened to you, dear?
My dear son!
My son!
Son!
Wake up, Mido!
Mido!
What did you do to my son?
My son is dead! He's dead!
My own flesh and blood!
My own flesh and blood!
My own flesh and blood!
Mrs. Sanaa, I know it's difficult.
But these are the procedures.
We have the medical examiner's report.
It says he died of asphyxiation.
Would you like to press charges?
Against whom?
Anyone.
No.
I don't.
When was the last time you saw Mido?
Fifteen minutes earlier.
How long has Taghreed
been working for you?
For two years.
Mrs. Sanaa is so dear to me,
and so is Mido.
Mido was like my son.
Have you ever doubted her?
No. Why would I?
She loved Mido a lot.
She treated him like her own son.
Around a week ago,
I told her I smelled a gas leak
and she told me she'll look into this.
She told me about that.
What did you do to fix that?
It slipped my mind.
It slipped my mind.
My darling son!
I curse the day I was born!
I curse the day I was born!
It slipped my mind.
I curse the day I was born!
Calm down, Mrs. Sanaa.
Forgive me, Son.
Oh, my!
Are you still in contact?
No.
Taghreed offered to serve me
and stay with me,
but I said no.
I mean, it won't work.
Every time I see her, I'll see Mido.
It's too hard.
I can't take it. No.
I can't.
Or is it because you can't forgive her?
Why wouldn't I forgive her?
She didn't do anything anyway.
It's not her fault.
It's fate, that's all.
It's fate, that's all.
You just forgot.
In your first session with me,
you said you had doubts
and something didn't add up.
Did I say that?
No. I don't remember
anything of the sort.
It's fate, that's all.
It's fate.
It's fate.
It's fate.
-My dear son
-Ok, I want to go to your place.
Ok, but I no longer
live there.
I can no longer go there.
I just can't.
Give me the key
and I'll go there myself.
You're going?
Ok.
I'll give it to you. Ok.
Here I come.
Thank God!
-Hello, Mom.
-Hello, darling.
I've been trying to call you all day,
but you didn't pick up.
You had me worried.
Excuse me, Mom.
My phone's battery died. Look.
I was busy all day.
My brain was preoccupied.
I kept thinking all day
about what your friend Shahd said
about not killing the man.
What if she escaped police custody
and was playing us?
You think Shahd is Superman
to escape police custody?
Do you think she's so dumb she'd hide
in her own home after escaping?
Yes, she's dumb.
I wouldn't put it past her.
She turned out to be innocent
and was released.
Who killed him then?
How would I know?
I'm not a detective!
Shahd is your friend, isn't she?
And you and Dr. Hor visit
her regularly, don't you?
And the man who was killed
was the reason behind her problem, no?
Or are you all in on this?
Seriously?
I regret buying you a cell phone
with two cameras.
It ruined your manners.
The two-camera phone
is not to blame, dear.
My manners are already ruined.
Well-played.
I know who you are!
Who am I, dear?
That crazy person from that movie!
Listen, I'll get changed
and make us something to eat.
I hope it's not soup.
I'm craving something solid!
Solid foods are bad for your skin, Mom.
What are you saying?
You didn't tell me
you were coming, honey.
Where is the necklace I got you, Hor?
Why won't you answer me?
It's nothing
I spaced out.
I have it.
May I see it?
Why? Is something wrong?
May I see it, Hor?
Yes.