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I asked her if she likes a specific meal or an early breakfast,

or if she likes boiled coffee or espresso,

she just said, "Thank you. If I need something, I'll tell you."

She told me nothing since then.

Do you think this is why she's always skinny?

Why do you care if she's skinny? Is Abu Ali satisfied?

Abu Ali doesn't have time for me, but it's both attractive and unattractive!

What is it that's attractive?

Being skinny.

Good morning, sweet mother.

Good morning. God bless you.

Right on time for coffee.

Yeah.

You know, I don't know my mother-in-law, not even her name.

I asked a lot of times. It appears they don't talk to each other.

The boy can't stand his grandma. He said she doesn't love him.

He doesn't like his grandpa either.

So, you've got all the answers.

No, son. You have to ask about them for Alia's sake.

-Here you are. -Thanks.

Well, I'll ask. Where is she now?

She's headed to town with Abu Ali. She has some business to do.

Wow, she's very enthusiastic to work.

I thought you definitely knew about this.

I didn't. I was very tired yesterday.

I wish you happy nights, groom. Happy nights forever.

Thank you.

You didn't bring anything with you?

I wasn't sure you would see me.

And again...

I can't forget the mother's face.

Especially when the judge asked me,

"Why didn't you say that you were at the coffee house

when the murder happened?"

I said exactly what Essa told me.

"I said so, but apparently, no one wrote down my statement."

Suddenly, the mother's voice burst in anger.

"Liar! You're such a liar!

You killed my son!"

I turned to her, but I don't know why I couldn't look her in the eye.

For a moment, I was going to tell her,

"Your son was killed while he was escaping with a girl."

But I couldn't.

I don't know why I had a feeling that I was the one who killed her son,

and not Al-Said's family.

Sometimes I think to myself,

"Maybe if I led them to another road, they may have survived."

But I say again that it was destined to happen.

The damage has been done. The word "if" won't help.

There was something to do back then, but I didn't do it.

Master.

If the judge didn't find a way to incriminate Al-Said's family,

I would change my statement.

And I would tell him everything,

even if that leads to prison.

Hey, Em Jabal.

So, you're checking out Al Hayba's market.

As if there was a market for me to check out.

Tell me then, what did you find out?

We've got to create a market.

Will it work?

If you're asking seriously, I'll answer you.

Of course, I'm asking seriously.

But you'll answer me on the road.

Where are we going?

Don't you want to work?

Come with me.

I'm leaving. I'll see you later.

Don't tell me you're going back to Emad?

I'll see him, but we're not back together.

I'll pack my stuff. I don't want to live with him.

No. This time, I mean it.

I wasted so much time in my life. It's time for me to work now.

Tell me, have you spoken to your parents?

Do you think they know about the lawsuit?

I don't know.

Even if they knew, they wouldn't talk to me.

And this will bother me more.

When will you be back?

That's it. Enough.

I've bothered you for a week already. But I'll swing by to visit you for sure.

I won't tell you again, this is your brother's home.

You said so, but my brother didn't.

No need to say it.

Darling, it's been a week, and he hasn't said a word to me.

What does that mean?

Yes, Emad.

Yeah, okay. I'm coming down.

Come on. I'm coming down.

He'll pick you up?

He wanted me to go to his place. I said no, so we'll go to a café.

That way, we can talk nicely and get this thing over with.

Well.

Mira.

You're my friend, and this is your brother's house.

You're welcome anytime you want.

Majdi also doesn't mind.

He just doesn't like your relationship with Emad.

And you're making him angry with your actions.

You know what?

The best thing I did for my brother ever

was I introduced him to you.

-Take good care of yourself. -You, too.

I have to go. He'll make a scene.

See you.

AL HAYBA VILLAGE

Thing is, I entered many stores. I found out that many stuff were missing.

Every product has a maximum of one or two types.

If a customer asks for something specific, he won't find it.

So, he'll buy from another village or head to Beirut.

This is what happens. They are buying from outside.

That's because there isn't even one supermarket in Al Hayba.

That won't work.

The village is small.

We'll build a mini market.

We'll provide the products they can't find in the village.

This way, everyone will buy from you,

even the neighboring villages will be buying from you.

Imagine how much money you'll make from those customers.

We'll have many customers, but we'll put many people out of business.

Listen.

Everything you said is true.

And you're not the first person to come up with this idea.

But believe me, it won't work.

No business is without a minimum risk.

But if we plan for it properly, it will work.

They came to me with such a project but I said no.

Why?

Because if you make such a project in Al Hayba,

the small and limited stores will be closed.

And the people in Al Hayba and neighboring villages will go out of business.

What can you do? This is how business is like.

What did I talk about? Not a business?

I'm talking business here. Listen.

The situation in Al Hayba is quite sensitive.

Al Hayba is like a safe zone.

And for me to be safe, the people need to be happy.

I have to give opportunities for work.

I'm not only saying no to this kind of business in Al Hayba,

I'm also forbidding any kind of this business in the neighboring villages.

That's it. You need all the people to remain attached to you.

I can't eat all the pizza slices.

I take my share and I leave the rest.

If I ate all the slices, people will rise against me.

Even if they were my cousins.

Who said they're happy this way?

Nobody complained.

Well then, once they're in need, they'll come to the big boss.

We're clans who are generous to each other.

Okay. What did you want my opinion for?

I wanted your consultancy, but I've changed my mind.

I thought of handing the factory to you. Sheikh Al-Jabal's factory.

Your factory?

From A to Z.

-Morning. -Hi.

Well.

Here's your lantern, the factory's security officer.

It's an honor, madam.

Is it his name or nickname?

Fanous the lantern is at your command.

Whether he's a lantern, candle, or a lamp.

And here's Amin, my trusted assistant.

I'm at your service, madam. Come in.

Jabal, can we please speak seriously?

I was serious, and I still am.

Listen, many managers tried running this place.

My brother, Sakher, was the last of them.

I fired him. Why?

Because he had other tasks, and he wasn't able to improve the factory.

It's nowhere near a factory.

No, wait.

There has been a lot of mumbling by those pedantic people

that our factory is traditional.

They say it's traditional. Nonsense.

This factory is up and running. Everyone knows that.

This is business, isn't it?

Well, I won't talk anymore now.

I will leave you with those employees that don't impress you. Okay?

You'll tell me what you think later.

Debb. Let's go.

Congratulations.

You told me you know nothing about the factory.

I didn't lie to you, madam.

Actually, this is my first day here.

Okay.

He had me pay a great deal of money, and I still owe him.

You deserve it. You defended him the most.

You said that Jabal is irreplaceable. He's some kind of a partner.

His family adores him. They won't replace him.

If he's killed or imprisoned, his family would have to replace him.

Do you trust Chahine?

Not completely.

But Chahine's father is the first in command order, and then Jabal.

His father dreams to see Jabal with him in prison.

That's nice.

The uncle and the nephew are in prison looking to destroy each other,

while Chahine is out taking rides.

Do you think Chahine is up for it?

You deal with the father and leave Chahine to me.

I'm thinking of ambushing Jabal in a place far away from security.

This way, if he escapes the police, he won't escape the sniper.

Someone is really anxious to shoot him.

Do I know him?

You will.

Where do you like to start, madam?

I swear I thought you were kidding!

My love.

Here's someone I know. Dorayd is just a front.

I need you to make deals with him.

-Is he one of Zidan's men? -If you need him, he will respond.

What do you know about Zidan?

Why do you ask about Zidan?

I want to know who I'm doing business with, Dad.

We keep hearing about Zidan at the other end,

and Jabal at this end here.

No one has managed to see Zidan. Not even Dorayd.

Son, you stay here now. Once you prove yourself worthy,

they'll get in touch with you.

This way, you're not betraying anyone.

You're rather taking what's rightfully yours.

It's not easy, Dad.

I grew up with your teachings

about how I, my brother, and cousins should stand united against outsiders.

We shouldn't fight each other.

I also taught you

that an eye is for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,

and it was them who started to do wrong.

The Syrian woman and her brother wronged us,

and Jabal suspected and distrusted you. All this in front of people!

Don't forget that you're Chahine, the hawk. And the hawk is free.

I'm familiar with this look.

What does it say?

It says, "I'm in, but I have some conditions."

We haven't agreed yet.

We weren't playing games, were we?

Yeah, and I don't mind playing for real.

Well, let's do it.

But be careful, the dice is smiling for me today.

-We'll see. -Okay.

I'm also in.

Not bad.

-Chahine, how are you? -I'm fine, Dorayd.

-You called me? -Yeah.

Have you visited your father?

I just saw him.

Is everything okay?

It is. My father's consent is what matters.

Good son. God bless you.

-Any plans for tonight? -I'll call you.

You won't regret this. See you.

See you.

This so-called factory can be a real factory

if it wasn't a cover-up for something else.

I expected to hear this from you.

You want to convince me that it isn't a cover-up for your work?

This factory holds the family name. Come on.

And you insist on making yogurt in pots?

Pots?

This is heritage, traditions.

Listen, simply put,

this factory has nothing to do with our business.

How can I be sure of that?

No one will interfere in your business or your decisions.

You'll be completely independent.

I won't sign any papers.

No, this really hurts.

Not unless I'm sure that the factory is working the way I want.

You said it's all a couple of pots. You won't be signing too many papers.

There's something else.

I want everything to be legal and state legitimate.

State.

Let's agree on something.

You wanted to work, and I gave that to you.

This is the only thing you can do without getting yourself

and all of us in trouble.

I swear that I offered you this job

to improve the factory and to utilize your experience.

Excuse me.

1 NEW MESSAGE

Why do I have the feeling that you're doing all this

to keep me busy with anything?

I AM HOME

This isn't just anything.

This is the family factory.

And you're of this family.

So if you feel that you're not up for it, let's forget it all.

Not up for it? Fine.

Anyway, for this factory to improve, it will cost you a lot of money.

If it will improve, why not?

Tell me how much you want and I'll pay.

I don't know. I haven't carried out the feasibility study yet.

Well, instead of asking these questions, do that study.

Then you can start tomorrow.

I can start tomorrow.

But you have to convince me

that you really want to improve the factory.

A lot of people in Al Hayba are unemployed.

This is a great chance for them.

And be careful.

I don't want people saying that Sheikh Al-Jabal's yogurt is sour.

Deal?

Deal.

But if I found out that you're using the factory for your work,

there'll be no factory or any other deal between us.

I finally found the person I've been looking for.

He said, "What do you want?"

I said, "I want to take revenge on Jabal Sheikh Al-Jabal,

and I need help."

He said, "Jabal isn't in Beirut. He is in Al Hayba.

Go to Al Hayba, and wait for my call."

Will they help you?

What am I doing here if they won't help?

How's that? Is it by money, weapons, or men?

None of those is the right answer.

They'll lead me to him.

And I'll shoot him.

You did a nice job there.

Thank you, I appreciate it.

-Is everything okay? -Yeah.

I'm looking for some stuff online and checking other dairy factories

to have a more in-depth look.

What about your original work?

My work back there is suspended for now. I have to go myself to fix things up.

As for now, I can't go.

And your parents, can't they just fix things for you?

No, it's quite an ordeal.

Actually, we've been very neglectful towards them.

We should've talked to them.

Anyway, you decide what's really good and do it.

They're welcomed here anytime.

-Thanks. -Well, I won't interrupt your job.

Lady Nahed, I wanted to ask you about the yogurt factory.

Have you tasted the product?

-Yeah. -Did you like it?

I stopped eating it. Em Ali is making yogurt at home.

That's why you were looking for dairy products factories.

Because I feel that this yogurt isn't edible

or wasn't even made for this purpose.

Back in the time, it was edible.

When I was looking after the factory.

This kind of work requires attention.

I didn't know you worked at the factory.

I founded it.

Really? Jabal didn't say anything.

It doesn't matter who founded it or who owns it.

What matters is that it stays up and running.

My health condition doesn't allow me to go to work anymore.

But if you need anything from me, I can help you.

It's the family factory, and you're of this family.

I won't take any more of your time.

-Good luck. -Thanks a lot.

Why are you giving me that look?

Turn this way.

This way.

What have you done to yourself?

Is this how you respond? Instead of saying,

"A nice cut, it suits you." Isn't it beautiful?

Nice cut. I like it and it suits you.

But this is not you.

I went with Yara to the beauty salon to have a new look.

If you don't like it, I can restore the old long hairstyle.

I don't care if your hair is back.

I care about you remaining who you are.

Are you still the old you?

What do you think?

We'll see.

Sweetie, you don't have to keep your eyes fixed on the phone.

If it rings, you'll hear it.

Looks like we are in two different places.

-I'm with you. Where are you? -I'm also here.

I'm thinking how it would look like tomorrow at the store.

What would I tell people?

It's okay. You were in Beirut to buy products.

And where are those products?

Still at shipping.

Okay. I wish they give me this call today,

and tell me where Jabal is to get it done with.

I hope so. Both you and I will be at ease.

Hopefully.

Hello.

What is it, my dear?

Can I sleep next to you?

Really? Are you still a baby?

I dreamed of Dad.

Really?

Come here.

What did he say to you?

He said nothing. He just gazed in silence.

This means that Dad loves you so much

and that he's always looking over you and remembering you.

I never forgot him either. But why was he sad?

I don't think so, sweetie. If he's sad, he won't visit you in dreams.

Right?

What do you say we both go to sleep in Daddy's room?

-Okay. -Let's go then.

Give me your hand.

I'm calling Mira, but no response.

Try to call her. Something's happening with her.

She must've returned to Emad.

In a couple of days, you'll see her crying at your doorstep.

She won't return here. She said so herself.

Plus, she has no other place to go to but ours.

And you believed her?

Yeah. I felt that she's honest.

Have you seen her Instagram?

No. It's been a while since I last checked Instagram.

Tell me, what do you think?

Good.

But it needs another 24 hours to be much dense.

Okay, maybe next time.

When Jabal is here, we'll ask him to have a taste.

Let him call me, too, please.

Call him if you need something.

Sometimes he arrives home late.

No, it's okay. Nothing important.

Amin is waiting outside, madam.

-Excuse me now. -No problem.

She misses him, I swear she--

Shut up, Najah!

When did that happen?

I'm heading to you.

Where to, home?

Keep driving, Debb.

-Who are they? -I don't know.

Some people delivering a shipment.

They called yesterday to pick him up to check out the shipment.

They called him again at night. He went with them and never came back.

His phone is switched off.

What kind of shipment? Weed, weapons, fuel?

What's going on?

I don't know.

I fear that the Sheikh Al-Jabals may have come across him and harmed him.

He usually calls.

What are you going to do?

I'll wait for a while. Maybe he'll call.

Please, no boxes here. Move them outside.

Hurry up, move it.

I want new paint done to all this area.

I need men to start working tomorrow.

I want new furniture for the office. Are you writing everything down?

Of course, madam. I have it all on paper.

And I want to post an ad for employees.

Don't worry, I'll take care of that.

I want posts to be dispensed in Al Hayba and the neighboring villages.

Madam, this doesn't require any posts.

We'll let Abu Ahmad at the café know. He'll tell everyone.

Abu Ahmad, Abu Ali, Abbas, whatever. I want skilled people.

-New comers must pass the job interview. -Here.

I ordered a new uniform for all the workers

and emailed many companies about offers for new machines.

Clean that floor, please.

When did you have the time, madam?

Fanous, if you don't have anything good to say...

Take this paper. Distribute it all across Al Hayba.

From now on, we'll be doing things my way here.

You got it, madam. You really remind me of Em Jabal.

Good.

Excuse me! Shall I order you a hookah to make you comfortable?

Somaya is here.

What's this scorpion doing in my house?

I don't know. She wants to see Jabal.

-Where is she now? -At the door.

God bless you with more.

I need to talk to Jabal.

What for?

I need to talk to him.

You talk to me first.

You really haven't changed your habits?

Listen.

You're holding a child in your arms.

It's pity to have him humiliated and thrown away.

Now leave.

Jabal isn't here.

When he's here, I'll let him know.

Tell your son that if anything happens to my husband,

this child, like whom he wasn't able to conceive,

will take revenge for his father.

Shut your mouth and leave!

I still have some respect for the old days. I'm being polite.

Old days? Those were old bitter days.

Let's go, Somaya.

Come on.

How disrespectful!

The mechanic checked out the car.

He said there were many boxes, but they were removed.

Welding spots are everywhere. That's obvious.

Many boxes means trafficking in bulk, not a couple of kilos.

Not even ten.

It means a lot of money.

We examined the car. Nothing was found.

How could you when the boxes have been removed, old man?

We dismantled the whole car, Master.

See? You're an old man.

Where's the driver?

Drinking tea with the men.

I stalled him until you arrive.

I thought maybe you want to have him carry some load.

Well.

Load the car and let him go.

It's not just about Ronny.

Dorayd should have been shot right there and then

to make a lesson out of him for all those who want us down.

-Where are you? -I have guests at home. What's it?

I want Ronny.

A month is too much.

I don't know. Do something.

See you.

Theft!

Now everything is pretty damn obvious!

Subtitle translation by Faris Hasan