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We both had concerning doubts about what's behind this family.

And then your phone call had me all convinced. I was irritated.

I could barely finish my dinner.

I can't believe that my husband's family are drugs dealers. God knows what else.

This is what Adel was trying to hide all the time.

I was just sitting there at the table, consumed with thoughts.

First thing that came to my mind was to take my son and head to Beirut.

I didn't imagine they would prevent me from doing that.

I was shocked for a moment and didn't know what to do.

I just left. What else could I do? I needed to see you before you leave.

Your son's passport, do you have it or not?

-I do. Why? -Check if it's still there.

You know what? Coming here was a good idea.

We're surrounded up there in Al Hayba.

We couldn't know anything.

What?

Here it is. You had me doubt myself.

Good.

And there's this as well.

You still have the letter?

I've searched everywhere for it, and there it was in the closet.

Mona finally found it with my tickets. Can you believe that?

You couldn't find it because you don't want to find it.

And deep inside, you don't intend to give it to Jabal.

Would it be odd if I told you that the future of you and your son

might be more promising here than in Canada?

You're joking, right? What do you expect from these kinds of people?

Right. I dug up some information about Jabal.

About his business, the blood on his hands,

how cruel and ruthless he is.

But I also found something good.

He's got charisma. People adore him. He never wronged anybody.

Really? What are you trying to prove?

I'm just trying to weigh things with you.

You have the right to worry about your son's future.

And so do they. They want to guarantee their future.

Plus, you and your husband were working all month long

to pay for the house you live in.

Now you are a single mom.

The boy is getting older. His expenses will increase.

Let me stop you there.

First of all, our house is large. I'll put it for sale if I have to.

Second, we have some money at the bank.

Third, my job is fine.

And I would work double-time to make him feel satisfied.

He's my son, and I'm responsible for him.

I'm not trying to push things on you.

I'm trying to shed some light here on things you can't see.

Although you were praising their intimate relationship.

I don't deny the fact that I liked this situation.

But that doesn't mean that I take them into my life.

Today or tomorrow, you must go back.

But you should decide whether to stay or to run away.

Come on, let's go out somewhere.

I'm not in the mood. I'm tired.

Okay. I'll hit the road.

You think things through.

The boy's future is at stake.

So is your life.

You can't stay behind a desk forever.

And this letter can't remain with you any longer.

You either hand it over or burn it as if it didn't exist.

Call me if you have second thoughts.

Ciao.

Here you are, my love.

I've changed the soil.

I thought to ask you before placing it in the light.

It doesn't need light.

Just like me, a night crawler.

Unlike you. You crave spotlights.

I only like sunlight to get a darker skin.

Nice.

That's my girl. Go for it.

Don't you want to change the furniture?

Aren't you bored?

It's been only two months.

It seems like you got bored.

I'm trying to make your prison more comfortable.

Let's change the subject, shall we?

I don't like it when you use this tone with me.

To me, this prison is paradise.

Let's change the subject, shall we?

-Have you spoken to your daughter? -Yes.

Her father made her attend dancing class. She's very excited.

He's unbelievable. He'll do anything to get his daughter to like him,

be more attached and more dependent on him.

If she remains far away from you, she'll like him even more.

Yara isn't a little girl anymore.

When she visits Lebanon,

she spends her time chatting on WhatsApp with her friends in Dubai.

No matter how close she is to you, she shouldn't grow up far away from you.

Those whom we love the most shouldn't be far away from us.

What grieved me the most about Adel's death...

is that he was far away.

He grew up at a distance.

I don't recognize him anymore.

God rest his soul.

But I talk to Yara almost every day.

She decided to go on with her life. And the same goes for me.

What will I do in Dubai?

Make money and then spend it here?

I have everything a woman would hope for.

I'm with a man that every woman dreams of.

What if I wanted you to launder money for me?

Then I'll build a hospital for you and launder anything.

You know what?

You're a straight arrow.

Well, enough with loyalty tests.

I have to.

This is my method. It's not going to change.

You don't have to do that. I don't forget.

I know well the limits of our relationship.

I want nothing but to remain by your side. That's all.

Who is it?

Sorry to be calling late. I've sent you a message.

Who are you?

I'm Alia Sheikh Al-Jabal, Adel's wife. He's Mona's brother.

Actually, I'm in Beirut.

I thought maybe we can meet and have a little conversation?

I don't know you. Sorry, I have nothing to say.

Mona knows what she has to do.

No. It's not about the relationship between you and Mona.

Honestly, I have a couple of questions I hope you could answer.

I don't know much. I'm sorry. I have to hang up.

Take care.

Welcome, officer.

Come with us.

Who? Me?

That's right, Debb. Let's go.

Take it easy, man. There must be some mistake, right?

We'll see about that. Let's go.

I'm trying to extend my vacation. Apparently, it's not going to pass.

I've got a message. I hope it's him.

What do you like to have, mister?

It's from Majdi. I'm seeing him today.

Mona's husband. She's Adel's sister.

Yes, Sakher.

Where are you, brother?

What's up?

A while ago, the police came and arrested Debb.

Where has he been?

Downtown.

The store's owner called Abu Ali about what happened.

Well...

let me see what I can do.

I'm bringing two cars with me. I'll meet you there.

Good.

Listen. Talk to Essa and have him start working on this.

Hey, Essa. Call me back immediately once you got my message.

What's going on, son?

Nothing, Mom. Everything will be fine.

Your brother's fine?

Yes, I've just talked to him.

Excuse me.

How come one of my men is arrested?

And why was Debb arrested specifically?

Has something changed without my notice?

If you don't know, I'll try to... Listen.

I'm going downtown. I'll walk in the middle of the street.

If anyone wants me, be my guest.

So, Debb...

how do you want to deal with this?

The easy road or the high road?

Choose the road you like.

I'm irrelevant. I have nothing to say as well.

It seems like we're going to take the high road.

Hey, do you want us to appoint a lawyer, too?

You know...

that would be generous, and I'd appreciate it.

Morning, Abu Akram.

-Hello. -Hello.

Thank you, mister. God bless you. And may God rest your father's soul.

I hope so.

He was a good man.

Bless me.

Good luck, mister.

Have you talked to Essa yet?

He was in court. He has just headed to Eyad.

Nothing came up yet.

If this is your doing,

I'm going to deal with you later.

Well, if you don't know the guy, and you've never met him,

how come your fingerprints were on his car?

Wow. As if only my fingerprints were on that car.

You were convicted before.

It's possible that I might have touched it while I was walking,

or leaned over it while standing.

It's possible, officer.

Don't play smart on me!

I'm not playing smart here.

Park your car there for a couple of hours then return to it later.

You'll find enough fingerprints to arrest half the people of Al Hayba.

Do you deny the charges of killing Essam Allaf?

I do, I deny it completely.

The lawyer, Mr. Essa, is here.

He can see him downstairs.

Debb has learned his lesson.

Minutes closed.

Have someone bring Debb's car.

And you stay here and never go downtown until we figure out what's happening.

-He can't be involved in Nidal's problem. -We'll see.

Morning, Em Jabal.

Good morning, son. Where have you been? You had me worried.

Don't you ever worry. Where's Jabal Junior?

On his iPad, shooting games. His poor mother is right.

The shooting runs through the family, Mom. It does.

Come inside, it's cold out here.

Listen to me, Essa.

I'll never mention Jabal's name.

That's why I mention the girl.

This is getting quite hard.

Changing your statement won't do you any good.

It's not important that I change my statement or not.

What's important is that Jabal's name won't be mentioned in court.

You got the point?

Anyway, stick to the same statement.

I'll see Jabal and we'll figure something out.

Now, is there anything you need?

Nothing. Your people have done more than enough.

Eyad.

This is murder. A homicide case.

It means you'd better be prepared for more trouble.

If that's the case,

tell me what should I do.

I'm listening.

What's up?

-Hi. -Hi.

What's going on with Debb?

Jabal is on it.

Was he loaded when he's arrested?

Keep me posted. Got it?

-See you. -Thanks for the coffee.

-Hello. -Hi.

You're late.

What did he say, son?

Nothing's new. But it's a homicide this time.

They want Debb, in particular.

Who did he kill?

No one.

God forgive me!

Two deaths are on my conscience.

And God knows what will happen to the third one.

What do you have to do with this?

Lady Alia?

-Majdi? -That's right.

What's up? Nice to meet you.

Too many fingerprints were on the car.

Debb's criminal record would promote him for a murder case.

No weapon was found. No bullet cases either.

This is very helpful.

The sentence can be mitigated.

But it can't absolve him, I mean, get him away with this.

He didn't commit anything. I was with him.

This is another problem.

Debb made this statement not to involve you in this.

He wanted to keep you away from this and leave you out of it.

Any conflicting statement would do him bad and send you to prison.

Even if you didn't commit murder, you'll be affected.

People won't let you get away.

They'll search for loopholes to implicate us.

I'm not leaving him to be a scapegoat.

Son, he's doing this to protect you.

And I want to get him out.

I'll do my best, but I promise you nothing.

You know we have many enemies. He's just a collateral damage.

I'll try to have him released on bail.

But I doubt that the attorney general will agree to that.

Everyone knows that if you have him here, no one can get him again.

Listen.

Debb must be released. No matter what.

Sorry for being rude before. I didn't want to see you.

To be honest...

I didn't want to deal with anyone related to Sheikh Al-Jabal's family.

Nothing can be done with them.

But then, I thought, "She is a stranger like me."

You know nothing about them,

so at least I could tell you what they owe you.

You told me you have a son.

It's not about money or heritage, not at all.

And I think they always pay their debts.

Because you haven't asked them for anything yet.

This is my problem with Mona.

I love my wife so much.

I don't mean to interfere.

You love her but you laid a hand on her.

It was a moment of rage. She provoked me, and I regret it.

I didn't live only with my wife. I lived with the whole family.

It's so hard. It's like marrying the whole family.

"Honey, you have rights.

Settle this with Jabal. Talk to Jabal."

I don't get involved in their business.

I'm talking about lands and properties. You and your son have shares in them.

The same goes for my wife and son.

Family tradition says that the land can't be divided.

Your son is rich, madam.

Believe me, this is not my concern. I could care less about the money.

I'm just concerned for my son's safety, should he stay here.

Your son could be living as a king if things remain as agreed.

Jabal controls a territory from which all kinds of trafficking pass through.

Of course, he gets a large share out of it.

Those agreements aren't documented, but they are rather respected by all.

Each party has a specific territory.

And no party shall violate others.

But there is the vengeance of Al-Said's family.

If they respect the agreement, your son would be safe.

What vengeance? You lost me.

Nobody told you about the vengeance of Al-Said's family?

No, nobody told me.

Al-Said's family betrayed the father, your father-in-law, Sultan.

His sons, Jabal and Adel, were under the pressure of taking revenge.

And finally, Adel killed a member of Al-Said's family.

My husband, Adel, killed someone?

Then why did he flee to Canada?

Why did he kill him?

Vengeance.

Four years later, they compromised and dropped the charges.

But the concept of vengeance is deep-rooted in such families.

Anything could start a spark.

At that point, your son will be in danger.

You want my advice?

Take your son and leave.

You'll get nothing from them.

If you need anything, you have my number.

Wait. Is there anything else I should know about?

You don't know anything yet.

Will I be able to take my son and leave?

That depends. But it won't be easy.

Never rely on someone from Al Hayba.

I hope you know by now what you are dealing with.

Listen to me, Essa. The girl is the key.

If we get her, Debb will be freed.

You suppose that the parents killed the guy and took the girl.

Or they might have killed her and buried her to the ground. No one would notice.

What if the guy's enemies killed him and abducted the girl?

Five men hold the name of Essam Allaf.

See if you can look up their photos.

I'm on it.

Unless you testify, Debb can never be saved by the girl.

And we want to leave you out of this.

What if somebody else finds out?

Then it would be too late for us to act.

That's right.

That's why we need to get information from inside.

And we'll find out more from there.

Where are we on those pictures?

-Here they are, sorted and arranged. -Let me see.

None of those is the one.

Let me handle this. I'll get you more information about them.

Make copies and have them distributed. Some people may have seen him.

It'd be better if they have seen the girl with him.

Okay, once we identify the girl, what's next?

Next...

I'll manage.

I have to take my son and leave now. No matter what!

Adel abandoned his family for ten years, and now he made me deal with them.

Why? It's not my fault. Why did he do this to me?

It's not that big a deal.

You don't see it as a big deal?

After all these years, I discover that I was living with a murderer?

-Calm down. -I can't. Don't ask me to calm down!

I want to take my son and leave. Can you help me or not?

Why do you think they will let you take the boy?

What will you do? Abduct him?

Really? Abduct my son?

Your son is so spoiled in their home. He won't go with you in the first place.

He gets everything he wishes for.

That's why I'll leave sooner than later.

The longer he stays there, the more he gets accustomed.

Well, what about the letter which you have already opened?

You're definitely not going to hand it to Jabal.

Why not? On the contrary,

I'll tell him, "Your brother killed a man and escaped

because he didn't want him or his son to live in this prison."

Let me read it.

This is what the message is all about.

"I know it's been a long time since we last communicated.

I committed murder so that I can leave the prison we live in.

I don't want my son to live in the same prison.

After all the years I lived here, I had met no success in Canada.

In a way, I was imprisoned in it.

But some prisons are different than others."

"But some prisons are different than others."

"At least you can walk without the fear of being stabbed from the back.

I am working hard for my son to have a good life in Canada.

If you're reading this, then I'm dead.

What I want from you is to help him live a decent life."

Jabal may interpret this message the way he likes.

He will try to convince you to live here among them.

If I'm your lawyer and I have such evidence, I won't present it in court.

I'll definitely lose the case.

Especially after you left the message for a while and then opened it.

Don't complicate things. I'll put it in a new envelope.

No one knows but us.

Don't correct a mistake by making another one.

Try to make them trust you.

And this message should've been delivered way sooner than now.

This is Adel's wish, and they must comply.

Okay. You've opened the message, and you're done with it.

Why do you want Jabal to get it the way you want?

You think he would say, "Go back to Canada, you and your son,

and I'll send to you all the money you need"?

Yes. Why not?

If he agrees, his mother won't.

You know what she told me?

"My biggest, most regrettable mistake was when I let my son, Adel, leave.

If I could just turn back time, I would have him by my side all the time."

Why are you bursting my bubble?

I came to Beirut to ask for your help. Why are you doing this?

No one can help you but yourself.

Try to agree with them.

To weigh things in your mind.

I'll leave.

You can delay for a couple of days, can't you?

You can't do anything in a couple of days.

You can delay it for my sake, for the promise you made to Adel.

Imagine you were in my place.

I brought this to myself. And I'll get myself out of it.

Hello.

Hello. What's up, Alia?

How are you doing? Is everything fine?

Yes, everything is fine.

No, I didn't leave the hotel.

Really? You didn't go out or see anybody?

I did, I met Majdi.

Mona, I'll be back today. We'll talk.

Really? That's good.

Okay. You want to talk to Jabal Junior?

Fine. I'll see you soon.

Jabal, your mom wants to talk to you.

Hi, Mom. How are you?

Hi, sweetie. How are you doing?

I'm fine, Mom. When will you be home?

I'll be back today, honey.

Can you bring something for me?

I wish I can, but I don't have much time.

A surprise is waiting for you.

I love you, bye.

Let me talk to her.

She's busy.

Okay.

Honey, is it true what they say?

Who told you?

The people who saw you walking the street.

It's not that big a deal. Don't worry.

You know what irritates me the most.

I couldn't enjoy my morning without having coffee with you.

I mean it, honey. Is there anything serious?

Everything can be solved.

Listen. Don't you ever worry.

Well, don't be late for me. I wish we could enjoy our coffee.

I'll be expecting a hit on the door, okay? We may be able to break a new record.

Well, keep me posted then.

Your brother's wife will be home today.

How convenient, I'm impressed. She makes the most of her time.

Going downtown is meaningless.

You haven't at least told me what you are going to do.

Why should I tell you, if you don't want to help me?

My two daughters expect me to return as one piece to them.

That's right. You've done your best. I can't ask you for more.

All I know is that I have to talk to them.

If they refuse to let me take my son, I will get him out of Al Hayba.

I don't know. Have you made up your mind about the letter?

If you want my advice, don't take the boy without any agreement.

He'll return to you in the end.

-Yeah. He'll return as an arms dealer. -Not necessarily.

Supposing he was still alive.

Naim, don't be too hard on yourself. You've done your best.

But if I were to be in your place,

I would do the impossible to help you get your daughters out of the country.

Send my regards to your daughters.

Someone will provide me with details of the victim and his photo as well.

Somebody has to know something.

Man, what has Jabal got to do with this?

No one can understand how Jabal thinks. He wants to find the girl.

She must be dead, Chahine.

You just stick to your statement, Debb.

Jabal won't abandon you. You're a brother.

That's fine. Take care.

I've got you some stuff. You'll get them once they've been checked.

I'm good here. Thank you very much.

Chahine.

Take care of Jabal while I'm not around, okay?

Good luck, man.

I'm not upset. I just don't like having my mouth shut when I go to places.

So we'll pass.

Can't you just sit there without bad-mouthing people?

I've never bad-mouthed or wronged anyone.

But you know that that man's brother killed my uncle.

And you know he married my cousin who was destined at birth to marry me.

He was forced to marry her, and he divorced her later on.

Yeah. Four years. He's not virile, he never got her pregnant.

Enough with this crap.

Let's put it aside.

Jabal is a charismatic man, and he has too much influence.

But I'm very much like him.

How come they lead all the business in the region,

they own palaces and mansions, and we don't?

Nidal, listen. What palaces and mansion?

If we don't see them, that doesn't mean they don't exist.

In the past, my father and grandpa used to share this business 50-50.

Those days are long gone.

Now, half of your family are employees at Sheikh Al-Jabal's.

You know why? Because some people were easily corrupted and sold.

Nidal, if you fight Jabal, will they stand by your side?

Only 500 men is left of your family.

And he's got thousands.

Even if they were a hundred thousand, I'm asking for what's rightfully mine.

Can you believe that he set my motorcycle on fire and then bought me a new one?

I'm not working for him, or one of his men!

Abu Ahmad, I'm not a cheap commodity!

Don't underestimate the power of your enemy.

Listen, man. If you wage a war on them, will they stand by your side?

He demonstrated a good will, and you didn't accept it.

An eye for an eye.

Nidal, if you still care for me, please come back to the café.

I swear to God, I missed you.

I will.

Mister, have you called a cab to the airport?

It's already here.

You can open your eyes now.

This is my room. It's not done yet. I still need some stuff from Beirut.

He made all the changes himself.

Jabal is waiting. He wants to talk to you.

I want to talk to him as well.

That's good.

You speak to him, okay?

Isn't my room nice, Mom?

This is not your room. Your room is in Canada. Understood?

Hello.

I'm glad you made it home.

How was your trip?

It was good.

Should I be wearing something more suitable for the meeting?

Of course not.

This is for something else. We're family, remember?

I'm not yet familiar with the protocol of yours.

"Yours"?

You mean like with smugglers and arms dealers, right?

Subtitle translation by Faris Hasan