Devil's Advocate (2023): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

Bader!

DEVIL'S ADVOCATE

EPISODE 2

Five days after the murder
of Dalal Abdulla,

while interviewing her mother
we could read it in her eyes

that she knows the killer.

-Miss, we'd like to...
-No, thank you.

I demand expedited punishment
for my daughter's killer.

DALAL'S MOTHER DEMANDS JUSTICE

Everyone knows who murdered
my daughter Dalal.

All of the evidence directly incriminates



the victim's killer,
who is her husband, Bader Khaled.

What do you have to say about
the social media attacks on your client?

They're unnecessary.

I'm a woman
and in most of my cases I defend women.

Honestly, there isn't
any concrete evidence against Bader.

I support him and hopefully I'm right.

-Thanks.
-That's all.

Personally, I think all of the findings
point towards capital punishment.

I need you to communicate more with me,

so I can defend you
and prove your innocence to the court.

I've told you everything.

Look on the bright side,

your fans fully support you.

I'm forever in their debt.



But the investigation says the opposite.

They are trying to pressure you,
but you should stay strong.

Dalal is dead.

It would've been better if I died.

Please, God. Give me strength.

Don't say that.

If we wish for death every time
we lose someone we love,

there'd be no one left in this world.

Your fans are impatient.

They miss you on the field.

They rock the stadiums chanting your name.

It's so nice of them.

-Hopefully I'll be back.
-You should give it your all.

Instead of telling him to rest,
you're telling him to put in more effort?

-What do you think, Tasneem?
-You're right.

My cousin should give this man kids
and let him become a father.

What do you mean?

I don't mean anything.

Tell me, what do you mean?
You're like a sand scorpion.

Instead of getting
into other peoples' business

take care of your daughter
who doesn't even know Arabic.

Not to mention table manners.

God, grant me patience.

Dalal, come with me.

I really loved her.

I'd die to see her again.

I don't like to see you like this.

The poor woman didn't say anything wrong.

Poor woman?

She has a child and is pregnant
with her second. She's spoiled.

-And she's the poor woman?
-Dalal, listen.

This is a very sensitive topic
for both of us,

but I've come to terms with it

and have chosen to live with you
and be satisfied,

and I will never look to anyone else.

I told you, let's be a family.
Forget everything and let's live in peace.

Go out together
and enjoy each other's company.

We'll travel when I finish my treatment,
like we're on another honeymoon.

But you're unwilling to change
and can't be pleased.

I'll never change.
What are you going to do?

Divorce me?

Who said anything about divorce?

That's what you want to say but can't.

You may think that our love is worthless,
but I don't.

Our love is very strong.

I won't let your thoughts ruin our love.

Now our dish of the day is done,
enjoy your meal.

Today's advice is on friendship.

Friendship is the greatest
human connection.

A friend you can trust
is a source of safety and support

and is someone you can confide in.

But you can't trust just anyone,
because if they betray you

they'll totally ruin your life
and become your worst enemy.

So choose your close friends wisely
and beware of malicious friends.

-I'll see you...
-She is popular with female viewers.

...and don't forget to click subscribe.

All the women love her.

She doesn't share her private life
on Instagram.

Her account is private...

and most of her followers
are cooking accounts.

I want to know who her friends are.

-Does she have Snapchat?
-No.

Just YouTube,

her official account on Instagram,
and Twitter, of course.

Everything she said
in the video is of importance.

We must take it into consideration.

Who is the malicious friend

that might ruin her marriage?

And who is her close friend
that will lead us to the killer?

You know what's weird?

None of her friends
spoke about the murder.

-Good job.
-I've learnt from you.

-Is this her call log?
-Yeah, one second.

Here you go.

Let's call...

Mrs. Noura and ask her
about her daughter's friend.

Sure.

Is this Loulwa's number?

Room 12?

Joumana Abdel Rahman?

Um Bader?

Apologies, but each time something new
comes up I have to ask you to attend.

You know it's for the sake of the case.

Anytime.

I saw your interview
with that crappy journalist.

Unfortunately, this is what has become
of the Kuwaiti press.

May God grant us patience.

May God grant us patience.

Well...

I want to know about Dalal's friends,
the close ones at least.

She had a lot of friends.

My daughter was loved by everyone
since she was in school.

She was always the leader of the group.

Even when she was young
she used to play with everyone.

All the neighbors were her friends.

She came first in the college elections.

My daughter was very sociable
and made friends easily.

May God rest her soul.

All right,

I want to know about her friends

that she went out with recently
on outings, trips.

Who were they?

The problem is that recently

she became friends
with many chefs from around the world,

and you know how the Internet works.

It brings people closer
in an alarming way.

I need names.

Tasneem, your niece.

Tasneem wasn't a close friend.

They were close when they were younger,

but when they grew up,

they only saw each other on family visits.

Who else?

We don't know of anyone else close.

Didn't she have a friend called Loulwa?

-Loulwa?
-Loulwa.

-No.
-I've never heard of her either.

Who is Loulwa?

Who else?

We don't know of anyone else
who was close to her.

Actually, there is someone.

Who is it?

This is my friend, her name is Hoda.

And I'm Loulwa Rashed,
attorney for your son, Bader.

-My son?
-Yeah.

When I found out you were here
I came to find out more about him.

My son hasn't done anything.

Do you know what happened?

My son is a poor, simple man,

always minding his own business.

Even if someone harms him

he never seeks revenge.

I know him, I'm his mother.

I know him very well.

Please help him.

Don't upset him.

Even if he is upset
he doesn't speak up or say anything.

Please help him, I beg you.

Help my son. I beg you.

I beg you help my son.

Please help my son. I beg you. Please.

Schizophrenia is a mental disorder.

She is delusional, hallucinates, and
most of the things she sees aren't real,

but she believes they exist
and holds onto them.

Most of the time
they are illogical and incoherent.

She jumps from one idea to another.

Due to her hallucinations
she hears and smells things

that aren't even there,
and she's very temperamental.

This explains her reaction
when I mentioned Bader.

Maybe that's why Bader
doesn't want her to know what happened.

Yeah, but why did he tell everyone
she was dead?

I really don't know.

Thanks for agreeing to meet with me.

-Of course, it's my honor.
-Thank you.

I pray that Bader is released
safe and sound.

I consider him to be my son,
not just my son-in-law.

Are you close to him?

Any father would wish
for a son like Bader.

He's a decent and polite man,

a gentleman, well-mannered.

He's been brought up well.

He really worked hard to start a family.

God is my witness, he's never complained
about my daughter Dalal, rest her soul.

Did Dalal ever complain about him?

The girl's crazy!

She didn't do anything.

You always defend her
even when she's in the wrong.

She's mentally drained
and you know the reason why.

She's not the only one
who can't have kids.

There are many like her.

It's God's plan.
He bestows according to His will.

This doesn't mean she can be mad
at her husband or her family.

-Her husband?
-Yeah, her husband.

He must've complained to you that
he would divorce her and go live his life.

I see where she gets it from.
She's crazy, just like her mother.

Dear, you have to fear God.

Stop putting these bad thoughts
in her mind.

If something happens to the girl,
it will be your fault.

Dalal is my only daughter,
the only child God gave me,

that's why even Noura spoiled her

and pampered her all the time.

What about Bader?

Bader spoiled her
more than her mother did.

Before she'd say anything
or ask for anything

he'd bring her what she wanted.

It pains me to say this

but I'll be honest with you.

My daughter was a bit...

selfish.

I don't want to take up too much
of your time, but I have a question.

Go ahead.

I want to ask you about Joumana,
Bader's mother.

Here is the head table design.

We'll put both of your names on there,
Bader and Dalal.

The groom's family will sit on this side
and the bride's family on this side.

I have a new idea,
that both of your mothers

-sit at the same table.
-What do you mean?

She won't even attend the wedding.

-Could you give us a minute?
-Sure, take your time.

What's wrong with you, mom?
Bader's mother will attend.

How will she attend?

The guy trusted us
with his mother's secret.

Keep your mouth shut
and be thankful to God.

He should thank God
for us having accepted him.

Who would allow their daughter
to marry a guy whose mother is insane?

How are you now?

Better.

Your face looks better.
The bruises have faded.

Thank you for asking them
to put me in solitary.

Thank God. I want you to feel comfortable.

-Thanks a lot.
-For what?

For trying to help me
even though I cannot repay you.

It's okay.

I have something to tell you.

What is it?

I visited your mother today.

Why did you tell me she was dead?

Please don't talk about my mom.

You're making things hard for me
by not telling me everything.

You came to me. I didn't ask
anything of you or anyone else.

My mother's been
in a psychiatric hospital for 15 years.

She was taken from me when I was young.

I had to study, work,
and do whatever I could to support myself.

I was 18 years old.

I fended for myself without any help.

I provided for myself,
I studied and worked.

I had no one else to rely on.

None of my family really cared about me.

They only cared about themselves.

Nobody ever asked me if I needed

or wanted anything.

Life went on and I grew up.

I became a famous player,
a household name.

When I went out,
people would stop me for photos.

Everyone screamed my name in the stadiums.

Do you want me to tell my fans,
who supported me and believed in me,

that my mother
is in a psychiatric hospital?

So that they can harm my poor mother
on top of what she's already suffering?

So they can ruin me
while I'm at the peak of my fame?

If you were in my shoes,
would you share such a secret with them?

Who would understand,
and wouldn't call her crazy?

Of course you have a mother.
You know how I feel, right?

Right?

From this point on,
I no longer want you to be my attorney.

This is our last meeting.

Don't embarrass yourself by coming
to court because I'll have you kicked out.

I'm done.

I don't believe it! Where have you been?

I call you, but your phone is dead.
I call you at work, but you aren't there.

-You want some coffee?
-Yeah!

What's wrong with you?
Did you forget that we have work to do?

Hoda. Stop it, please.

-Why were you sleeping here?
-Stop it, that's enough.

What do you mean?
Did you forget that you have a case?

I have news for you. The case is over.

What do you mean it's over?

Bader doesn't want me to be his attorney.

Why?

Because of the talk about his mom?

And you're going to drop the case, right?

Tell me, what should I do?

The first thing you should do is
take a shower and wake up.

Then drink your coffee and meet
with Bader so you can talk it out.

I quit.

Sometimes quitting is a win.

But in this case it's a loss.

I need a break, I need time to think.

That's not like you.

Where is the strong Loulwa that I know?

You've decided to end your career
as an attorney and simply give up?

I know the problem isn't Bader.

The problem is you.

What's wrong? Tell me.

Leave us alone. I want to talk to him.

CASE 9/571 DALAL ABDULLA

-Are you going out?
-Yes.

I'm having dinner with the guys.

-All this effort to go out with the guys?
-What do you mean?

It's only a T-shirt and jeans.

I beg you, don't start a fight.

Don't make a fuss over nothing.

HOW ARE YOU?
WHERE ARE YOU?

-What are you doing?
-Nothing, your phone rang.

-Stop this nonsense.
-What nonsense?

-I don't want to talk anymore.
-No, talk, tell me.

Don't forget the perfume.

Are you trying to make me go crazy?

Don't take photos with anyone.

What should I say to them? My wife
doesn't want me to take photos with you?

You don't want me to go out, or breathe,
or wear perfume, or have fun?

-You're suffocating me.
-I'm suffocating you?

Go! Go to her!
Get out of here and don't come back!

See how good a shower makes you feel?

Do you think Bader will agree?

You're a good attorney
and you have many ways to convince him.

Don't forget, this is a sensitive case
and everyone wants it.

Didn't you say
when a person believes in something

they must strive to achieve it?

She's your wife
and you don't know who her friends are?

I told you, Dalal had a lot of friends
but they weren't close.

A while ago your wife uploaded
a video to YouTube about friendship.

-I recall it, but not well.
-Don't act stupid.

What do you remember?

I recall her mentioning
that friendship is precious

and that friends should be loyal.

-Something like that. I don't remember.
-Who was she talking about?

-I guess it was just advice.
-Don't guess, answer the question.

I really don't know.

Dalal said in the video,

"Friendship is the greatest
human connection.

A friend you can trust
is a source of safety and support

and is someone you can confide in.

True friendship is based on trust,

but you can't trust just anyone
with your secrets

because if they betray you
they'll totally ruin your life

and become your worst enemy.

So choose your close friends wisely

and beware of malicious friends."

-Who was she talking about?
-Believe me, I don't have a clue.

I wouldn't know as my wife was jealous
and didn't want any girls near me.

She didn't want me
to take photos or mix with girls.

What was your wife's link
with Loulwa Rashed?

As far as I know, Dalal used to call her
since Loulwa was an attorney

to consult her on certain matters.

Like what?

I don't know and she didn't tell me,
rest her soul.

You can ask Loulwa about that.

All right.

All right.

I'm done.

But I have some advice for you.

Find a better attorney than Loulwa Rashed.

Who even said she was my attorney?

Do you know Khouloud?

No.

Hello.

I'll be down in a bit.

I'm coming, wait.

I'm sorry.

I might have gone too far,

but for my defense to be valid in court
I need to know this information.

But we don't have to
present it to the court.

I promise you I won't harm your mother.
May God cure and protect her.

I lost my mother.

Your words stirred old feelings in me
which I haven't felt in so long.

I miss her.

And I wouldn't let anyone harm her either,
even after her death.

I hope you'll give me
another chance to help you.

I've thought about what you said.

If I don't tell you everything in detail,
how will you solve the case?

Thanks for putting up with me.

I understand where you're coming from.

Thank you for trusting me again.

Since this tragedy,

this is the first time
I've felt the way I do now.

I feel suffocated
and want to get out of here.

You will.

I loved her, I didn't kill her.

You believe me, right?

I do.

Officer Yousef asked me about you.

What does he want?

He asked me
about your connection with Dalal.

What did you tell him?

I told him what you'd told me.

He asked me to find another attorney.

Is that what he wants?

Yousef has a personal grudge against me.

He can't separate it from his work.

Anyway, thanks for letting me know
and saving me the trouble.

I've known people
who are cold-hearted and have no dignity,

but I've never seen someone like you.

It's work, don't take it personally.

It's you who shouldn't take it personally.

Stop these tactics.
They don't suit someone in your position.

Bader is back as my client
and I will win this case.

It's complicated.

Don't play with fire or you'll get burned.

The case is mine. Mind your own business.

I'm not talking about the case.

What then?

I'm talking about Bader.

Don't play with fire.

And be careful.

I told you not to go out.
Didn't I tell you not to go out?

I told you not to go out.
I told you, I told you, I told you!

You didn't listen. Why did you go out?

Why? Why?

Why did you go out? Why?

Why didn't you listen?

Why did you go out? Why?

Why did you go out?

Why did you go out? Why?

They found the towel in the trash outside.

That's right.

The crime took place in the kitchen.

And there's no sign of a break-in,

which means the killer
was already inside before Dalal arrived.

How did he get in?

I don't know.

Three people have the keys to the house,

aside from Bader and Dalal, of course.

Her mother has a set of keys,

and the maid who cleans the house
two or three times a week has a set.

She left the country a month prior,
so she's out of the picture.

The third set is with her friend,

whose name is Khouloud.

What's up?

I came to...

Didn't I tell you not to return?

Auntie, please, you have to hear me out.
I have to tell you what happened.

Don't utter a word
or I'll cut off your tongue.

Don't you dare speak.

I don't want to see you
near my house again.

Auntie...

In Mr. Bader Khaled's house,

which is located in the Messila district,

on Monday at 10 a.m.

his wife, Mrs. Dalal Abdulla, was killed.

The murder weapon has not been found,

which is most likely a sharp knife.

What was found in the garbage outside,
after the area was thoroughly combed,

was a napkin, a towel.

This towel belongs to Mr. Bader Khaled

and has the victim's blood on it.

Only Mr. Bader Khaled was in the house
at the time of the incident.

Mrs. Dalal was a woman
who loved her husband,

a sociable, intelligent, bright woman

who always cared about people,

which is why everyone loved her.

But, unfortunately, she was infertile.

She couldn't have children,

and Mr. Bader Khaled is
a famous soccer player and team captain.

However, her mother always hints

that there were many disputes

between Bader Khaled and his wife, Dalal.

The stress of life, Your Honor,
makes a person lose it.

Every one of us has a secret.

Mrs. Dalal died in her own home

and at that time
only Mr. Bader Khaled was in the house.

Mrs. Dalal died,

taking the secret
of who her killer was with her.

Thus, I request the court
to give the maximum penalty

to the killer of Mrs. Dalal Abdulla.

Thank you very much, Your Honor.

The defense, go ahead.

Bader Khaled,

is a famous young athlete
and team captain.

He's been a soccer player
ever since he was 18 years old.

He's never been convicted of a crime.

He has a clean record,
not even a traffic violation.

He's known for his piety,
honesty, and trustworthiness

among his colleagues, coaches,

friends, and even his enemies.

He bought her a property abroad

as a gift for their wedding anniversary.

He bought her a luxury car

worth thousands of dinars,

also as a gift, for her birthday.

Hence, the motive was not financial,

because, according to the testimony
of the victim's family,

he showered her
with expensive jewelry and gifts.

Nor was the motive emotionally charged,

since Mr. Bader
has never once cheated on his wife.

On the contrary,
he was loving, loyal, and faithful.

Bearing in mind that
Mrs. Dalal was infertile

and could not have children.

Despite this, he loved her

and gave up fatherhood for her sake.

So, what would cause a star athlete

to forsake his soccer career

and his public reputation
to kill his wife,

when he could've just left her?

The circumstantial evidence
presented by the prosecution was merely

a blood-stained napkin or towel,

which anyone could have thrown
in the trash in front of the house.

As for his fingerprints
on the victim's body,

the victim was his wife,

and he was the one who found her
murdered in the kitchen of their house.

He was the one to report it,
he was the one who endured the shock,

and he was the one
who witnessed the horrific scene.

I call upon Your Honor,

to examine the details of the case
and the circumstantial evidence thereof,

whereupon you will find
nothing but question marks

and great injustice
against my client Bader Khaled.

Subtitle translation by: Saad Burbank