Enheraf (2022) s01e29 Episode Script

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ENHERAF
-Opening Song by Mohammed Mohy-
EPISODE Twenty-Nine
Special guest appearance by
Lebanese Star Bassem Moghnieh
Habiba!
Yes, daddy! I'm coming right
away, wait for me by the dining table.
Now, close your eyes; I
have a surprise for you!
-Close my eyes too?!
-Yes.
Okay.
-Are they closed?
-Yes, closed.
-No tricks; I can see you!
-Don't worry, they're closed.
-Close them tightly! Very tightly!
-They are.
No, no.
What is this?
Kofta!
No, seriously, what's this?!
Macaroni, daddy!
Yes, I know it's macaroni.
Where did you get it?
Where I got it? I made it myself!
You made this macaroni?!
Yes.
Seriously?!
Yes.
Oh, you've really improved!
Yes, really.
Should I taste it with
high expectations?!
Yes, sure.
No, wait. I almost forgot.
I have a surprise that
will stimulate your appetite.
Show me.
Full mark.
Wow! Bravo, bravo, bravo,
bravo, bravo! Full mark?!
Yes!
You've made my day!
Listen, about a month ago,
my marks weren't that good.
But Hor told me that we'd keep it from
you that time so you wouldn't get upset,
and that I was to study hard to get full
marks on my next one and make you happy.
And here it is!
Bravo for getting the full mark!
Oh, where's your blue hair?
You've just noticed now?!
I took it off two weeks ago!
And why did you do that?
Honestly, it looked
amazing in the catalogue,
and I thought it'd
look even better on me,
but it didn't look that
good when I tried it.
If Hor told me not to have it, I'd have
felt like I'm missing out on something,
and would've been upset.
But now I've tried
it, so it's okay.
Is Hor not coming?
She's still sick. I'll tell you
as soon as she gets better.
It's been too long; I miss her.
Pray for her, dear,
so you can see her.
May you get better
soon, Hor! I miss you!
Daddy, what's Hor suffering from?
I'll go get changed and
come eat because I'm hungry.
You'll keep sitting
like this, my dear?!
What do you want, mother?
I want you to be okay; I'm worried about
you, Abeer. You can't go on like this.
What would you have me
do? Stand up and dance?!
No, but don't stay like
this; it can't be good for you.
Tell you what mother, I can't stand
seeing anyone or listening to anyone.
I just want to be left alone.
I told you, Abeer that I wasn't
feeling good about that Hor at all.
And I told you I felt like I saw her
before, and that I knew her from somewhere.
Until I knew her name was Wesam.
Then I remembered, Wesam
daughter of Abdul Hameed,
who used to be our
neighbor before we moved.
That man, may he rest in
peace, used to help everyone.
I don't know how his
daughter grew up to be like this!
How such a good man could bring such
a criminal to the world, I'll never know!
Please, mother, leave me alone. I
can't stand to hear another word.
Listen to me, you have to eat
something, you can't go on like this!
Here, I made you stuffed vine
leaves and, peppers and eggplants.
Eat something and
I'll leave you alone.
Please, mother, just leave me be!
Oh, God! Okay, I'm leaving
you be! I'm tired of this.
I can't believe you,
Hor, could do all that!
You've fooled me
all those years?!
Why? Why would you
do anything like that?!
Where have you been, man?
I've been trying to reach you
but you're not answering your phone.
Has something happened?
"Has something happened?"?
You're not here at all, Sherif.
Forgive me, Wael, I didn't mean to.
Things have been pretty messed up
these days, and I can't stop thinking.
I know, of course. This is why
I came here to be by your side.
How did you know I was here?
Where would you be,
Sherif, other than here?
Don't get me wrong, Sherif, but
I don't like seeing you like this.
It's okay, Wael, it'll pass. What
happened isn't easy to take.
I know. May God help you get
through this and make it easy on you.
But this isn't the Sherif I know. Can
you believe I'm the one telling you this?
And if you don't care about yourself,
think of Habiba, your daughter.
Isn't this the same
Habiba you've always said
there are walls between you
two you're just unable to cross?
That Habiba is in your arms now. Doesn't
this help change the way you see life?
Yes, you're right. I just
can't get over what happened.
I can't do my job.
I feel captive, and as if I was a kid lost
in a vast place he knows nothing about.
Go to her, Sherif.
-Go to whom?
-Go to Hor.
Pay her a visit and talk to her.
Maybe after you sit together and listen
to each other, you'll feel much better.
I would never have
expected what happened, Hor.
How is Habiba?
She was talking
about you yesterday.
She got the full mark
in math, thanks to you.
And by the way, her
hair is back to normal.
Just like you said: Let her try
it, and she'll take it off herself.
I wasn't fair to you. I didn't
know what you were doing.
I miss Habiba! I
miss her so much!
Is she all right, Sherif?
I'm the one not all right,
Hor. I mean "Wesam".
Why, Sherif? Why
are you not all right?
Because I was living with someone
and found out I didn't know her at all.
You wouldn't know how I'm
feeling. Do you know how it feels
to give your soul to someone to find
that they were someone else's entirely?
And why do you
care to know me now?
Because I loved you.
You didn't love
me; you loved Hor.
Who are you then?
Get away from me! Get away from
me! I'm not sick! Get away from me!
Get away from me! Get away from me!
I'm not sick! I'm not sick!
I'm that on whom life has been
really hard until it honed me.
I learned to take back
from it what's mine.
When I was admitted to the
hospital, I was angry and felt defeated.
I looked for anything with which I
could hurt myself, but didn't find any.
Wesam, time for your
medicine. Come on, Wesam.
Go on, swallow it.
Did you swallow
it? Get well soon.
I hated my life, and
I hated my situation.
Do you know how it feels to be
forbidden to close the door to your room?
It means you never feel safe.
It was a nightmare!
Until suddenly everything
changed, and a light appeared to me.
Until what appeared?
The light that
changed my whole life.
How are you doing, Wesam?
Alive.
Why aren't you
taking your medicine?
I'm taking it.
You're taking it?
I saw you throwing it away.
This medicine is for the sick
who need it. I'm not sick! Not sick!
Why doesn't anyone
believe that I'm not sick?!
How do you know if you're sick or not?
Everybody can
decide for themselves.
Unfortunately, a person is the last
one to notice anything about themselves.
If you had a headache, what
would you think its reason was?
My head, of course!
No, wrong.
A headache can come from your
ears, nose, eyes or from the neck.
Do you see now?
If you had a headache, you'd
have accused your head with it,
even though the reason
could be something else.
What do you want
exactly?! Leave me alone!
Sometimes we get
sick without knowing it.
Or think that we have a sickness,
when it's something else entirely.
And and how may one
know if they're sick or not?
They talk to their doctor
and tell him about what's in
their heart, so he's able to help.
-Do you know who your doctor is?
-No, I don't.
I'm your doctor. So, tell
me everything, I'm all ears.
Eyad was nice. He listened to me,
and he paid attention to the details.
And most importantly,
he believed me.
I felt safe with him. I started believing
I was sick and should be treated.
What is it, dude?! Do you
think I'm crazy or what?!
There's no such thing as
"crazy", it's called "being sick".
Okay, and what do I have?!
You have something called
Post-traumatic stress disorder.
Does it mean I could be a danger
to myself, a danger to others?!
You may be a danger to
others. But don't worry.
Listen, the problem was
never about the trauma,
it's about what could
happen to us in its wake.
Trauma has three stages, Wesam.
One, denial:
Surely that didn't happen!
Two, anger:
Why did it happen to me?
Three, acceptance:
Believing it happened, and how I
would get on with my life afterwards.
You are still trapped within
the first two: anger and denial.
And for you to recover,
you need to get past those
two stages to the third one.
Okay, dear?
Relax and enjoy.
I started taking my medicine,
believing that psychotherapy,
like any other form of therapy,
treats us and helps us recover.
Time for your medicine, Wesam.
Get well soon.
Patients in the hospital weren't crazy.
They didn't hit or destroy
stuff, or make any mess.
No. They're very tired people,
exhausted by their inner conflicts,
not with those around them.
People in the hospital were pure;
the smallest thing delighted them,
and the smallest thing could upset them.
In the hospital,
I discovered that the patients
used to be normal people
until they met other people who
hurt, tortured and destroyed them,
and sent them to the hospital.
And those sedatives are what you used
to control the people you killed, right?
From my time at the hospital
and my bonds with the patients:
some suffering from agitation,
and some from anger problems.
Those made me an expert.
After a while, I could recognize what
injection sends you to sleep in a minute,
and what makes you
unconscious in seconds.
I started mixing them into new formulas.
Like that pill I gave
Talaat Eldakkak.
All that is okay, could happen.
But what turned you into a criminal?
What I saw was more horrifying than
any horror movie I've ever watched.
Like with Fatima, the Arabic teacher. She
got married, and she loved her husband.
Then she found out
he was a drug dealer.
He made her sell all her
stuff, even her furniture.
And whenever she told him she wanted a
divorce, that she was leaving the house,
he told her he'd spray her face with
nitric acid. She got scared and depressed,
and came to the hospital.
Ragia, for example. Her
father and her uncle had a fight.
When her uncle wanted to
avenge himself, he kidnapped her
and locked her in a room for two
months where she saw no light.
Her father and uncle made
up and went back to normal.
But not Ragia, she
didn't go back to normal.
She acquired a fear, a fear
of having a door closed on her,
and a fear of having
the lights turned off.
She couldn't conquer that
fear, and came to the hospital.
The time I spent at the
hospital made me see
that the oppressed ones
were those in the hospital,
and the psychotic lunatics were
outside, freely living their lives.
What confuses me is how you
can diagnose and treat patients,
and talk about medicine,
to the point of becoming a famous doctor,
despite originally being a patient.
Curiosity.
It caused me not to be satisfied with just
knowing the patients and their stories.
It made me seek
knowledge about their conditions.
What Reham has is depression, Dr. Eyad?
No, depression means
isolation and lethargy.
To have no energy for doing
anything however small it might be.
What Reham has, on the other
hand, is called schizophrenia.
Right, you told me before. It means
having two different personalities, right?
No, schizophrenia means
having thoughts that are not real.
Like believing that people are watching
him, or that people persecute him.
He loses the ability to
distinguish reality from fantasy.
This music is so beautiful,
doctor. I love it. What's it called?
Firstly, this music is composed by
someone called Loreena McKennitt.
And it's called Tango to Evora.
By the way, even people working with
music may have psychological disorders.
Beethoven, for example, whom you must
know. He had Bi-polar Personality Disorder.
I know Beethoven, I've heard of
him. But I don't know this illness.
What is it, doctor?
This illness makes one's mood swing
from extreme right to extreme left.
Meaning I'm so sad, and
suddenly become so happy?
For example, yes.
Oh, those psychological disorders
aren't easy at all, Dr. Eyad!
Hmm, can you talk to me
and tell me about them a lot,
so I can take care of
myself when I'm feeling bad?
Do you promise to keep
it a secret between us?
Of course.
Okay.
And one more thing, if I may.
What is it?
Could you give me
a CD of this music?
Sure, I'm glad you like it.
It'll open.
Here you go!
Thank you!
I used to spend the night dancing.
Dancing and enjoying myself,
while feeling I'm restoring
all those patients' rights.
The rights of all the oppressed women
who had no one to look after them.
I left Wesam's weak character, and began
to see myself in other strong characters,
like Solafa's,
Huda's or Zekra's.
I used to dance a lot by myself. And
sometimes Eyad would dance with me.
But when I did a spin, I'd find
that he was not there anymore.
I loved him. I loved him a
lot, and told him I loved him.
And I wish I didn't.