All language subtitles for Al Hayba_S03E05_Episode 5

When cruelty becomes a form of dignity

I am forced to be cruel

Forgive me for my cruelty in advance

Right now

I have to side with my wounds

I know that I have a dark past
And I've made countless mistakes

And that I've done things
That you haven't heard about yet

I know that I have a dark past
And I've made countless mistakes

And that I've done things
That you haven't heard about yet

The people who know what's right
Are the ones who've made mistakes

Think long and hard
Before you interpret our love

The people who know what's right
Are the ones who've made mistakes

The people who know what's right
Are the ones who've made mistakes

Think long and hard
Before you interpret our love

The people who know what's right
Are the ones who've made mistakes

We're defined by our experiences

We should understand everyone else
Before we give an answer

We should be reprimanded for our actions
And reprimand others for theirs

And go through difficult times
So we know who our true friends are

We're defined by our experiences

We should understand everyone else
Before we give an answer

We should be reprimanded for our actions
And reprimand others for theirs

And go through difficult times
So we know who our true friends are

The people who know what's right
Are the ones who've made mistakes

Think long and hard
Before you interpret our love

The people who know what's right
Are the ones who've made mistakes

The people who know what's right
Are the ones who've made mistakes

Think long and hard
Before you interpret our love

The people who know what's right
Are the ones who've made mistakes

THE EVENTS, CHARACTERS, AND SETTING
OF THIS SERIES ARE ALL FICTIONAL

EPISODE 5

-When did you rent this apartment?
-Just recently.

Wait, wait, wait, hold on, hold on.

He would've done it
since his gun is with him.

-Hello, Uncle.
-Hello, dear.

-I'm sorry, Abu Ali didn't tell me.
-I'm sorry, boss, but your uncle…

It's not Abu Ali's fault.
I wanted to surprise you.

You always surprise us, Uncle.
Please, come on in.

So, guys, won't you offer us a drink?
We traveled a long way to come here.

-Sure.
-Of course, Uncle.

He's recovering well.

Since when have you
been hosting this show?

You've overcome many obstacles,
became famous.

But what about the reality of people?

Has anything changed?

Tell me about the reality.
It's still bad, nothing changed.

Being famous is something else.

But in my opinion,

put your interests above anything else.

Take good care of yourself.

Ali?

-Ali?
-Yes?

What are you thinking about?

Nothing.

Don't hide anything.
Tell me, what's wrong?

-I'm going to sleep, good night.
-Ali…

I saw you chatting with Sakher.
What does he want from you?

Tell me, don't lie to me.

This is not good.
You don't know what you're doing, Son.

Why are you making a big fuss of it?

Because it's a big deal
and you don't want to acknowledge it.

What I know is that Chahine
is hanging between life and death.

My cousin was shot
in Jabal Sheikh Al Jabal's house.

In front of everyone.

Everyone in Al Hayba
is talking about Jabal.

Jabal killed his cousin and fled away.

Isn't that true, Abu Ali?

Look at me, I've been here for a week.
I can't sleep, I can't think.

I'm waiting to see if Chahine
will make it and recover.

Let's wait and see.
Let's wait and see, Uncle.

This is my opinion.

They have revealed all their cards
after the incident.

They have reconsidered everything.

They are ready to work with you again
if you are willing to do so.

Many things will change.

Honestly, it's not in anyone's
best interest for Chahine to return.

My answer is clear, it won't change.

If I start something, I will finish it.

That's it, Uncle.

You're messing everything up.

You're treating him so he can go back.

Knowing they were preparing him
to handle everything.

You're watching and doing nothing?

This is bigger than me, you know it.

Listen, Jabal. I wanna tell you something.

Chahine's grave…

shouldn't remain empty.

Listen, Uncle.

Don't worry about Chahine.

If he survives, I will exile him.

I will exile him as I intended to do
before he was shot.

This is mine and my brother's wish,
and this is our right.

What if he dies?

Either way, he won't come back.

Chahine is done.

He won't live in Al Hayba anymore.

Good.

We want nothing more.

But… I want to remind you…

your cousin's death is a big matter.

Zaidan is ready to settle it
on your behalf.

-Who's knocking now?
-I will answer the door.

-Hello, Aunty Um Chahine.
-Hello, Son.

-What's this?
-I have no idea.

-Didn't you bring it?
-No, I just came in.

You're sending me alms, bastards?

I'm the wife of Ghazi Sheikh Al Jabal.

Father, there's no need for this talk.
I'm not a child anymore.

But Sami is young,
and you're not the same age.

He is lost and doesn't know what to do.
What do you want from him?

Jalal has been my friend for a long time.
Sami is his relative.

I don't like them.

Son, I've always watched my step
to stay away from trouble.

Now, you're a man and you have a family.

If you don't care about your life,
care about your daughter.

Father, this is a coffee shop
many will enter it.

Really? I know that.
I spent my entire life here.

Every problem in Al Hayba
was plotted on one of those tables.

Okay, Abu Ahmad,
your wish is my command.

Thank you, son.

-Good morning, Abu Ahmad.
-Good morning.

Some tea, Youssef.

Anyway, welcome back.
You came at the right time.

Thank you, Uncle.

Uncle, will he be late to come back?

What's with you, Son? Haven't you got
anything else to discuss but Jabal?

I want Sakher to be okay.

Didn't he tell you
he wants to come to the fields?

He's here with me.

But Sakher's situation is delicate.

Listen to me.

Give him this cup of tea.
He must be thirsty.

Did I wake you up?

No, I woke up a long time ago.

A long time ago? It's still nine o'clock.

Sometimes, I wake up early to exercise.

What a will! I envy you.

It's not about my will.
But I have time to do so.

-You haven't heard of them yet?
-Who do you mean?

Didn't you tell me
you're waiting to hear from the firm?

Yes, they haven't called me back yet.

I was heading to the station,

and I thought I'd come over
and have a cup of coffee.

Welcome, but…

I wanted to prepare breakfast.

Great, let's have
breakfast together. Why not?

You're most welcome.

What?

-What are you saying?
-I promise, Ali told me.

He told you that Sakher wants to leave?

Yes, he said he wants
to flee with his brother.

Where are they now?

They went to the fields to see Jabal.

-To see Jabal?
-Yes.

Calm down, Aunty.
We will know his identity.

I'm sure it's that sneaky woman.

I know the Damascene very well.

To be honest,
we share the same doubts.

It's so like this family.
They weep for the man they've killed.

You're rejoicing at my suffering,
Omran's daughter?

You locked away my husband, killed my son.

And now, you're giving me alms?

No way, as long as I'm alive,

no one can underestimate
Mr. Ghazi or his family.

I'm the son of Suleiman Al Saeed.

Do you keep the curtains closed?

Me too.

Sadly, the apartment overlooks
the hospital and the sick people in it.

True, that's the reason.

-How many spoons?
-One.

Sure.

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

How do you find me?

Sorry?

I mean, how do people,
in general, find me?

I was thinking of what you said yesterday.

To be honest…

it provoked me a bit.

Yes.

I felt like I bothered you last time.

Because you judged me
based on what you see.

Do you think that I want to be famous
and that I use my TV appearances

for personal gains?

That is not what I meant.

Anyway,
I apologize if you misunderstood me.

You misunderstood me.

As if you accused me of using
people's worries to promote myself more,

to be known more and that is not true!

I want to tell you
that many things changed

because I addressed them.

-I'm not just talking. I can show you.
-No, no, don't show me.

When I talked about fame,
it was merely a warning.

You're famous and have too many contacts.

Good news spreads fast,
and so does bad news.

Then you will have many problems.

I don't know.

I'm not sure you meant it that way.

-Why would I lie?
-Why would you advise me?

If we hadn't met by chance,

I would have carried on
doing the same thing.

Did you stop now?

Stop evading the question.

Stop staring at me.

Listen, I'm sure
you want to help people

and your intentions
are true and honest. Satisfied?

How can you say that when you've
only known me for a couple of days?

If you want to be famous,
you can do it in many ways.

You can. You're a beautiful
and intelligent woman.

You can be famous easily.

Am I right?

Seriously? I don't get it.
What do you mean?

I mean, in this country,
fame is available to anyone.

Everyone likes to be famous, we do too.

The most important thing
is how you use fame.

Do you mean like you're doing?

You're not eating.
Don't you like the food?

Or you stopped having breakfast?

I know, do you want coffee?

I'll make some coffee.

You acted perfectly, Abu Issa.

-But I can't lie anymore.
-You're right.

I will leave Ali with him,
he will keep him company.

Don't you want to tell your son?

Never.

Chahine, may he rest in peace.

May we all know peace. Dead or living.

-Do you want anything?
-Don't forget to tell Jabal.

He can't leave his brother
and take care of his cousin.

This guy could get mad and harm himself.

-Okay, goodbye.
-Goodbye.

Man, look at Um Jabal.

This family is so snobbish.

They are used to this.

They've always acted as they please,
no one dared to stop them.

You're wrong.
Many have tried before and lost.

-But times are changing, Cousin.
-You can't defeat this family.

Don't worry, I'm not alone.

We're all with you. But we can do nothing.

All of you? I want no one.

I'll collaborate with Master Ghazi,
and that is enough.

What are you saying, man?
Ghazi is locked away in prison.

As soon as he knows that his son
is buried in his brother's land…

he'll dig him up.

Peace be upon you.

Peace be upon you.

What's wrong, Daughter? Are you okay?

Is your brother Sakher okay?

I'm going to Beirut.

I can't stand living here.
I want to live in my house.

To be honest, Abu Ali,
I'm so worried about Sakher.

I think I neglected him a bit.

But God knows,
and you know, I never forgot him.

You don't need to tell me.
You have too much to handle.

May God be with you,
but his situation is so desperate.

-Ali is with him, right?
-He can't leave him.

We're afraid he would harm himself.

Poor thing, he lost his sight.
And can't forget what happened to Chahine.

As for his sight, it's God's will.

It's fate.

As for Chahine,

we need to figure things out.

Do you mean…

If Sakher knows that his cousin is alive,
he will feel better.

I know my brother well.

He feels responsible
for his cousin's death.

You're right,
he cries every day at his grave.

-May God help us.
-Amen.

You had guests?

-Is anyone asking, Abu Ali?
-No, looks like you have a toothache.

I pulled that old tooth long ago.

So, you don't need a dentist anymore?

I don't need a dentist anymore.

I might need a cardiologist.

Shame on you.

Isn't this your house too?

Aren't we your family?

Mother, I don't want to fight with you.
Please, try to understand me.

I'm telling you,
I can't stand staying in this house.

I want to be alone.

He who hears you would think
you are supporting your mother nonstop!

While you are staying
in your room day and night, alone.

Where do you want me to go?
Where? What do you want me to do?

Your son Jabal went away
and never asked about any of us.

The second one is lost
and talks only to himself.

You can't stand looking at me.

Do you want me to stay with Um Ali?
Or in the empty salon?

Or in the guest hall that no one visits
anymore after what you've done?

Even the garden,
the place where I grew up playing in

and have many memories
all around its trees,

the only place where I used to breathe,
you took it away from me.

Because you killed Chahine
and buried him there.

So, tell me now?
Do I still have a place in this house?

You know now why I'm leaving
everything behind and going.

Listen to what I will say.

This is a hard situation now.

But at the end of the day,
your brother will come back.

And hopefully, he will bring back
the good life again with him.

Then we will forget all of this
and put it behind us.

You're a part of this family.

What happens to one of us
shall be suffered by all.

Mother, if you think
it's only a matter of time

and that the good life will be back again,

then you'll have to excuse me.
I don't want to be in Al Hayba anymore.

May you rest in peace, Chahine.
What's happening in the village?

Not good. More importantly, Khaldoun…

how can I get in touch with his dad?

Mr. Ghazi has been in solitary
confinement for ten days now.

They don't want him to know.

How could they not tell him
that his son is dead?

It's so weird.

See?

That's why I came to see you.
I want a favor.

-You're the only one who can do it.
-Tell me, Cousin.

Listen to me very clearly,

don't tell anyone
about what I will ask of you.

-Are you sure of that?
-This is what I heard.

They are saying that Sami Al Saeed
was the one who uncovered it.

The house of Mr. Ghazi is receiving alms?

From his brother's family,

their close relatives,
the cause of all their problems.

What a story, we live and learn!

-Thank you.
-Bon appétit.

If someone needs you,
how can they find you?

-Sorry?
-I knocked, you didn't answer.

I wanted to call you when it hit me
that you didn't give me your number.

I don't have a phone.

-You don't have a phone number?
-It's not that important.

I will know everything in a few days.

Could this be?

If they want to contact you from the firm,
how can they reach you?

What do you want now?

I mean, you said you want to talk to me.
What do you want?

Wait, don't you close the door.

Hello?

How are you?

No, he's not here.
Shall I take a message?

His plane took off. He is about to land.

Okay, sure. You're welcome.

-What's this?
-A surprise.

Open it.

-Makloubeh.
-Do you like it?

It smells delicious,
but it's the wrong presentation.

How should it be presented?

Upside down.

Let me show you.

-What are you doing?
-You will see.

Can you please give me this tray?

Yes, this one.

See?

Now it's a Makloubeh dish.

Mona?

-Mona?
-Yes, Um Ali?

Don't you want to have lunch?
The food will be cold.

No, I'm not hungry.

Did you like it?

Yes, thank you so much.

If my mother could only see
what I'm eating.

I noticed you don't like fast food.
So I decided to cook you a meal.

Thank you so much. You shouldn't have.

To be honest…

very honest,
it's the first time I've cooked.

It shows.

I mean, you know how to cook well.

Fadi?

Yes?

Are you in a relationship?

You don't seem so.

How did you know that?

Because you only ever mention your mother.

Even if I was married to four women,

I will never stop talking about my mother.
She's the most important woman.

Sure, long may she live.

Thank you and your beloved ones too.

-Do you want some more?
-No, no, please.

No, thank you.

-You didn't like it?
-Not that, but I'm full.

-I'm full, thank you.
-I felt it lacks something.

I think it's still a bit raw.

The rice is undercooked?

Is it salty? Is it a bit salty?

It's too salty, but it's okay.

Don't say that. I'm really sorry.

I'm so sorry. What shall we do now?

Whatever you want.

What do you mean by that?

Do you still have pickles?

Pickles, eggs, cottage cheese.
Whatever you want. Come on.

As I was telling you, Chief.
This is what should be done.

We can't stay like this.

-Bring me a cup of tea, please.
-Sure.

-Talk to him.
-I didn't get it, until now.

What are you afraid of?

Sami is gossiping about the story
of Sheikh Al Jabal's family.

He makes it worse every day.

He's not the only one.

Lots of people in Al Hayba
are talking about it too.

Chahine's death and his burial
at his uncle's house

is far from being a simple story.

Have you forgotten, Abu Ahmad?

No, I haven't, but Suleiman Al Saeed's son
is adding fuel to the fire.

He wants to cause problems.

Don't worry, I will talk to him tomorrow.

I'm like his father. He will listen to me.

-Thank you, Chief.
-Don't worry.

Aren't you going to welcome me back,
or are you still mad at me?

Chahine?

Chahine?

Chahine!

Chahine!