Devil's Advocate (2023): Season 1, Episode 4 - Episode #1.4 - full transcript
A mysterious young man surrenders himself to investigations, allegedly as a Dalal killer - but it seems illogical and questionable.
Tomorrow, I'll give you money
for the cafeteria.
-You always say tomorrow.
-Tomorrow, I promise.
Stop it.
-I promise you, tomorrow.
-Have you got work?
-Yes.
-Really?
Yeah. Why would I lie?
The teacher said we must bring new
notebooks or we're not allowed in class.
Tell your teacher tomorrow
you'll bring the best notebook to class.
-I'll tell her today.
-Get ready or you'll be late for school.
-Fine.
-Go on.
What have I done? What's wrong?
Nasser, where's the rent money?
Bear with me, Mr. Hanafi.
You'll have it soon.
If it was up to me,
I wouldn't take anything from you,
but the landlord keeps calling me
and saying if you don't pay the rent
by tomorrow,
he'll cut off the electricity and water.
Mr. Hanafi, get him to wait.
I've spoken to him, Nasser.
I told him your father was abroad,
not in jail.
If he knew,
you'd be in big trouble, Nasser.
He'd evict you immediately.
Why don't you look for a job?
-Sort yourself out.
-What job, Mr. Hanafi?
Everywhere I apply to
with my middle school certificate,
-they reject me straightaway.
-God help you, son.
AL-TIJARI ATM
DEVIL'S ADVOCATE
EPISODE 4
The testimony of Dalal's father
in Bader's favor has turned the tables
and public opinion has changed due to
a report published by a news channel.
Hashtags are trending on Twitter following
the confession of Dalal's killer.
An 18-year-old male of unknown nationality
has turned himself in to the police.
Listen, I haven't got time for this.
Give me straight answers
so I can finish and go home,
as I haven't eaten since morning.
I know your story.
You dropped out of high school
in your final year
to take care of your brother.
Your mother remarried
and your father's in jail for fraud.
Are you going to tell the truth,
or do you want to end up like your father?
-I told the truth, but no one believed me.
-No, you didn't. You lied.
-Lied about what?
-About not knowing her.
Listen, tell me the truth
or you'll rot in jail.
I won't talk
until I know my brother's fine.
Your brother is at the house
of your neighbor, Um Ahmed.
-What will happen to him if I go to jail?
-The state will take care of him.
Will he get welfare and a house?
I killed her.
They say love kills.
Is it true that love leads to murder?
Does a lover own the soul of his beloved
to the extent he can kill them?
What leads a lover to kill his beloved?
Does he not fear God, the law, penalties
or the inevitable end of his actions?
It's hard to escape such situations,
especially for women.
Is it not unheard-of...
Hello?
...that the rate of killing women
is on the rise.
Where are you?
Hussein, I'm counting on you to report
on this. Don't let me down, okay?
-Okay, don't worry.
-All right, bye.
-What happened?
-Someone confessed to killing Dalal.
Seriously?
Says he followed and killed her
after seeing her withdraw cash
from the supermarket's parking lot.
How did he get into the house?
I don't know, Loulwa.
That was all I was able to find out.
It scared me. He followed me like a thief.
-Relax.
-Gosh.
Hey, I'm hungry. Shall we grab a bite?
-Sorry?
-I'm hungry.
-Let's go.
-Come on.
-Chicken risotto?
-That's what he said.
He said he'd confess
if we got chicken risotto for his brother.
-Seriously? Surely he's on drugs?
-Nah, there's nothing wrong with him.
He's clean.
He doesn't even smoke cigarettes.
-He's mentally stable too.
-You're telling me he's going to confess
-so his brother gets chicken risotto?
-Poverty.
Poverty is what's made chicken risotto
seem like a big deal to him.
You're speaking as if he's not the killer.
Because I feel that he's lying,
and there is something
behind these reckless confessions.
But there's nothing I can do.
A confession is the strongest evidence.
He's a minor.
I won't take his word for it.
He'll go to jail,
and Bader will get away with it.
Seems like it.
I'm going to work.
Hajar, we need to talk for a minute.
What's the point of talking now?
Now we need each other more than ever.
I need my daughter. Can you get her back?
You're blaming me?
Yes, I'm blaming you.
Of course I'm blaming you, Yousef.
I can't believe it.
Am I really going to get out of here?
I didn't expect this either.
The guy's confession is official.
The prosecutor's signed it.
Hopefully you'll be out in a few days
and the case will be closed.
-Thank God.
-Thank God.
What's wrong?
Why did he kill Dalal?
He's in need.
You said you have information
on the victim, Dalal Abdulla?
Yeah, I do.
What information?
Sir, Nasser is innocent.
Innocent. Are you sure?
How come? He confessed.
He's a liar. I swear he is.
I know he's lying.
Who lies about killing someone?
How would he rob her when she,
rest her soul, came to me
and paid the rent arrears on his behalf?
I don't understand.
How did Dalal know Nasser,
and why did she come to you?
Rest her soul, she came
on the day of the murder with Nasser.
Who is she, Nasser?
She's a good woman, God bless her.
We crossed paths.
She was wearing pants and a shirt
which was belted in the middle,
off-white in color.
She gave him an envelope with cash.
-You're Mona, right?
-And you're Loulwa?
-Yeah.
-Welcome. Come on in.
-Thank you.
-Dalal didn't deserve what happened.
-What do you mean?
-Do you know Jina, her maid?
Yeah, I know of her. Dalal's parents
told me about her. But wasn't she abroad?
Did nobody tell you why?
-No.
-Let me tell you then.
Dalal made an allocation from her salary
for her, which continued after her death.
She told her to return to her country and
that she'd continue to send her salary.
She even treated her mother
and paid for her brother's wedding.
What does this have to do
with Dalal's murder?
Dalal was very generous.
Even at university, she was obsessed
with equality and freedom.
I believe that even if her killer
had asked her for money,
she'd have given him double
what he asked for.
-God rest her soul.
-May she rest in peace.
-You wanted to see her office, right?
-Yeah.
Follow me. Her office is this way.
I haven't changed it at all.
It's exactly how she left it.
Would you like something to drink?
-Black coffee.
-No problem.
You said that you killed her
for your brother's sake.
My brother, Salloum, is still a kid.
He needs a house,
toys and a mother.
I can't afford to buy him a house
or toys, nor can I be his mother...
because I myself
don't know what it means to have a mother.
Suddenly, one day,
I couldn't find my mother.
I used to hear my father shout at her
and ask her why she didn't take us.
He'd say,
"I can't bring them up by myself."
At the time,
I felt like
I became responsible for everything.
I didn't want my brother, Salloum,
to feel like I did,
or to experience what I did.
I had no choice but to sacrifice myself
so he could have a decent life.
What's up?
-Good day to you too.
-Whatever.
The guy didn't kill Dalal.
Why would he kill her
when she paid his rent
and gave him money?
The doorman attested to this, and his
fingerprints aren't at the crime scene.
-Then why did he confess?
-He's a kid.
He's still a minor.
Poverty is his motive.
He wants his brother
to be cared for at a foster home.
You know his father's in jail,
and his mother's not in the picture.
His criminal record is clear
and soon I'll have to release him.
Bader will remain in custody pending trial
because he's the prime suspect
in the murder investigation.
Are you going to release him immediately?
You're looking for a way
to weaken Bader's case in court.
Why won't you understand?
Do you want to lose?
-Don't be stubborn and tire yourself out.
-He's not the killer.
Don't be delusional.
Don't let him lie to you.
-Is that what you mean?
-If it's not him, then who is it?
Where's the murder weapon?
Are you sure you combed the entire area?
You know full well
that no weapon means no evidence.
Stop wronging people.
I've never wronged anyone.
Try convincing someone else, not me.
You would never have agreed.
Agreed to what?
I've never been a home-wrecker.
Jina, what are you doing?
I've told you a million times,
when we are running out of rice,
let me know so I can refill it.
I don't like seeing it getting empty.
Anyway, leave this now.
Go. Go wash the rice.
I'm off to the supermarket.
You want anything?
When will you stop being mad at me?
I'm your sweetheart.
We both bear each other's mistakes.
Our love is a barrier
which protects us from the world.
We're one soul in two bodies.
Have you forgotten how much you used
to tell me that before we got married?
What's happened to your soul?
What's made you like this?
The devil's gotten into you.
I've never hit you
or harmed you, ever.
But if the devil in me comes out,
you'll regret it.
You're awake?
What are you doing
in the middle of the night?
I'm looking for something to eat.
I'm hungry.
-You're going to make food?
-Nah, I'm just making cheese on toast.
You want some?
What's in the rice container?
Rice.
Why did you claim they'd found the killer
and give me hope that I'd be released?
Believe me, you'll get out of here.
-There's still hope.
-No, there isn't.
It's been more than a month.
I'm broken and can't go on.
I'm sick of roaming the jail.
I'm sick of wearing
the same clothes every day.
I'm sick of the window, sick of the desk
in front of me. I'm sick of everything.
More importantly...
I want to know what bastard killed my wife
for absolutely no reason.
I want to get out of here
and kill that bastard myself.
Calm down. You have to be patient.
Trust in God.
Praise be to God.
But until when? I've had enough.
Initially, I accepted my fate and accepted
that life was turned upside down.
But when I saw hope in your eyes,
it made me want to live.
Life's going to be hard without Dalal.
The judge has set
the sentencing hearing in two weeks.
Our plea was good,
and the testimony
of Dalal's father helped us.
Believe me,
as long as they haven't found
the murder weapon, there's hope.
That's what you're saying,
but are you sure the judge
will be of the same opinion?
What perfume are you wearing?
I don't know.
It's just a perfume
that I liked and bought.
Dalal used to wear the same one.
I love you and miss you.
Why are you silent?
Am I speaking to myself?
You said I was like the devil
and almost asked for a divorce.
Now you're saying
that you love me and miss me?
Am I some puppet
that you control however you like?
You know I said it out of anger.
Out of anger?
You're angry and you say things
more often these days. I'm tired of you.
I've told you a million times,
I'm worn out. Think about how I feel.
I don't think about your feelings?
Say whatever you want,
but know that I love you.
You love me?
I do love you.
This isn't love, this is a curse.
You just want to control me.
Loulwa, my beloved, is here.
-How are you, Dad?
-Fine. How are you?
Everything's well, thank God.
What's the problem? Talk to me.
Nothing.
I feel lost.
I'm scared.
I don't know if I'm right or wrong.
That's all? That's easy, darling.
Have a good sleep and a nice shower.
You'll feel better,
and your body and mind will relax.
Have a bit of milk before you go to sleep.
You're laughing, huh?
You think I'm a child you can lie to?
Of course not, I'm a child myself.
Every time, I tell you the same thing.
Anyway, I'm sorry.
No, Dad, don't say that.
I'm sorry, I can't go home right now.
No problem.
You can come back whenever you want.
Anyway...
What about your case?
How's Yousef treating you?
I hope he's not being too difficult.
I don't care about him.
Listen, my daughter, life is hard.
It has nothing to do with status,
or someone's position
or whether they're high-ranking or not.
These things are not important.
Even older people fail to realize this.
What's important is...
that we pick the good in life
so that we can live with others
and feel at ease,
and so we can achieve our goals
in peace and security.
When I first took over the case...
I imagined every possible scenario.
I put myself in the shoes
of both the killer and the victim.
How they thought...
how they planned it...
their internal struggle.
But when I put myself in Bader's shoes...
I feel that...
she put pressure on him
and forced him to do something.
And when I put myself in Dalal's shoes...
I feel that...
she had everything.
Yousef.
Are you okay?
I fell asleep.
An after-dinner nap?
Sleep paralysis, Walid.
That's some strong sleep paralysis.
It's as if you were dreaming
about your daughter screaming,
-then your wife...
-Walid, Walid, stop. That's enough.
-Did I go too far?
-Way too far.
Sorry.
-We must visit Bader's mother.
-An interrogation?
Unofficially.
Although I know she won't be of much help.
But you never know.
Okay. Shall I get you some tea?
-Coffee.
-Okay.
I waited a whole hour
to get his statement,
and it took him less than two minutes,
although nobody reads the newspaper.
-They do.
-Only you do.
What about your case?
What case?
What's wrong with you? Dalal's case.
Hoda.
-I want to tell you something.
-Go ahead.
Loulwa, what's wrong? You're scaring me.
Can you believe I'm in love with Bader?
Bader, here!
Bader Khaled! Bader Khaled!
Bader Khaled! Bader Khaled!
Bader Khaled! Bader Khaled!
Subtitle translation by: Saad Burbank
for the cafeteria.
-You always say tomorrow.
-Tomorrow, I promise.
Stop it.
-I promise you, tomorrow.
-Have you got work?
-Yes.
-Really?
Yeah. Why would I lie?
The teacher said we must bring new
notebooks or we're not allowed in class.
Tell your teacher tomorrow
you'll bring the best notebook to class.
-I'll tell her today.
-Get ready or you'll be late for school.
-Fine.
-Go on.
What have I done? What's wrong?
Nasser, where's the rent money?
Bear with me, Mr. Hanafi.
You'll have it soon.
If it was up to me,
I wouldn't take anything from you,
but the landlord keeps calling me
and saying if you don't pay the rent
by tomorrow,
he'll cut off the electricity and water.
Mr. Hanafi, get him to wait.
I've spoken to him, Nasser.
I told him your father was abroad,
not in jail.
If he knew,
you'd be in big trouble, Nasser.
He'd evict you immediately.
Why don't you look for a job?
-Sort yourself out.
-What job, Mr. Hanafi?
Everywhere I apply to
with my middle school certificate,
-they reject me straightaway.
-God help you, son.
AL-TIJARI ATM
DEVIL'S ADVOCATE
EPISODE 4
The testimony of Dalal's father
in Bader's favor has turned the tables
and public opinion has changed due to
a report published by a news channel.
Hashtags are trending on Twitter following
the confession of Dalal's killer.
An 18-year-old male of unknown nationality
has turned himself in to the police.
Listen, I haven't got time for this.
Give me straight answers
so I can finish and go home,
as I haven't eaten since morning.
I know your story.
You dropped out of high school
in your final year
to take care of your brother.
Your mother remarried
and your father's in jail for fraud.
Are you going to tell the truth,
or do you want to end up like your father?
-I told the truth, but no one believed me.
-No, you didn't. You lied.
-Lied about what?
-About not knowing her.
Listen, tell me the truth
or you'll rot in jail.
I won't talk
until I know my brother's fine.
Your brother is at the house
of your neighbor, Um Ahmed.
-What will happen to him if I go to jail?
-The state will take care of him.
Will he get welfare and a house?
I killed her.
They say love kills.
Is it true that love leads to murder?
Does a lover own the soul of his beloved
to the extent he can kill them?
What leads a lover to kill his beloved?
Does he not fear God, the law, penalties
or the inevitable end of his actions?
It's hard to escape such situations,
especially for women.
Is it not unheard-of...
Hello?
...that the rate of killing women
is on the rise.
Where are you?
Hussein, I'm counting on you to report
on this. Don't let me down, okay?
-Okay, don't worry.
-All right, bye.
-What happened?
-Someone confessed to killing Dalal.
Seriously?
Says he followed and killed her
after seeing her withdraw cash
from the supermarket's parking lot.
How did he get into the house?
I don't know, Loulwa.
That was all I was able to find out.
It scared me. He followed me like a thief.
-Relax.
-Gosh.
Hey, I'm hungry. Shall we grab a bite?
-Sorry?
-I'm hungry.
-Let's go.
-Come on.
-Chicken risotto?
-That's what he said.
He said he'd confess
if we got chicken risotto for his brother.
-Seriously? Surely he's on drugs?
-Nah, there's nothing wrong with him.
He's clean.
He doesn't even smoke cigarettes.
-He's mentally stable too.
-You're telling me he's going to confess
-so his brother gets chicken risotto?
-Poverty.
Poverty is what's made chicken risotto
seem like a big deal to him.
You're speaking as if he's not the killer.
Because I feel that he's lying,
and there is something
behind these reckless confessions.
But there's nothing I can do.
A confession is the strongest evidence.
He's a minor.
I won't take his word for it.
He'll go to jail,
and Bader will get away with it.
Seems like it.
I'm going to work.
Hajar, we need to talk for a minute.
What's the point of talking now?
Now we need each other more than ever.
I need my daughter. Can you get her back?
You're blaming me?
Yes, I'm blaming you.
Of course I'm blaming you, Yousef.
I can't believe it.
Am I really going to get out of here?
I didn't expect this either.
The guy's confession is official.
The prosecutor's signed it.
Hopefully you'll be out in a few days
and the case will be closed.
-Thank God.
-Thank God.
What's wrong?
Why did he kill Dalal?
He's in need.
You said you have information
on the victim, Dalal Abdulla?
Yeah, I do.
What information?
Sir, Nasser is innocent.
Innocent. Are you sure?
How come? He confessed.
He's a liar. I swear he is.
I know he's lying.
Who lies about killing someone?
How would he rob her when she,
rest her soul, came to me
and paid the rent arrears on his behalf?
I don't understand.
How did Dalal know Nasser,
and why did she come to you?
Rest her soul, she came
on the day of the murder with Nasser.
Who is she, Nasser?
She's a good woman, God bless her.
We crossed paths.
She was wearing pants and a shirt
which was belted in the middle,
off-white in color.
She gave him an envelope with cash.
-You're Mona, right?
-And you're Loulwa?
-Yeah.
-Welcome. Come on in.
-Thank you.
-Dalal didn't deserve what happened.
-What do you mean?
-Do you know Jina, her maid?
Yeah, I know of her. Dalal's parents
told me about her. But wasn't she abroad?
Did nobody tell you why?
-No.
-Let me tell you then.
Dalal made an allocation from her salary
for her, which continued after her death.
She told her to return to her country and
that she'd continue to send her salary.
She even treated her mother
and paid for her brother's wedding.
What does this have to do
with Dalal's murder?
Dalal was very generous.
Even at university, she was obsessed
with equality and freedom.
I believe that even if her killer
had asked her for money,
she'd have given him double
what he asked for.
-God rest her soul.
-May she rest in peace.
-You wanted to see her office, right?
-Yeah.
Follow me. Her office is this way.
I haven't changed it at all.
It's exactly how she left it.
Would you like something to drink?
-Black coffee.
-No problem.
You said that you killed her
for your brother's sake.
My brother, Salloum, is still a kid.
He needs a house,
toys and a mother.
I can't afford to buy him a house
or toys, nor can I be his mother...
because I myself
don't know what it means to have a mother.
Suddenly, one day,
I couldn't find my mother.
I used to hear my father shout at her
and ask her why she didn't take us.
He'd say,
"I can't bring them up by myself."
At the time,
I felt like
I became responsible for everything.
I didn't want my brother, Salloum,
to feel like I did,
or to experience what I did.
I had no choice but to sacrifice myself
so he could have a decent life.
What's up?
-Good day to you too.
-Whatever.
The guy didn't kill Dalal.
Why would he kill her
when she paid his rent
and gave him money?
The doorman attested to this, and his
fingerprints aren't at the crime scene.
-Then why did he confess?
-He's a kid.
He's still a minor.
Poverty is his motive.
He wants his brother
to be cared for at a foster home.
You know his father's in jail,
and his mother's not in the picture.
His criminal record is clear
and soon I'll have to release him.
Bader will remain in custody pending trial
because he's the prime suspect
in the murder investigation.
Are you going to release him immediately?
You're looking for a way
to weaken Bader's case in court.
Why won't you understand?
Do you want to lose?
-Don't be stubborn and tire yourself out.
-He's not the killer.
Don't be delusional.
Don't let him lie to you.
-Is that what you mean?
-If it's not him, then who is it?
Where's the murder weapon?
Are you sure you combed the entire area?
You know full well
that no weapon means no evidence.
Stop wronging people.
I've never wronged anyone.
Try convincing someone else, not me.
You would never have agreed.
Agreed to what?
I've never been a home-wrecker.
Jina, what are you doing?
I've told you a million times,
when we are running out of rice,
let me know so I can refill it.
I don't like seeing it getting empty.
Anyway, leave this now.
Go. Go wash the rice.
I'm off to the supermarket.
You want anything?
When will you stop being mad at me?
I'm your sweetheart.
We both bear each other's mistakes.
Our love is a barrier
which protects us from the world.
We're one soul in two bodies.
Have you forgotten how much you used
to tell me that before we got married?
What's happened to your soul?
What's made you like this?
The devil's gotten into you.
I've never hit you
or harmed you, ever.
But if the devil in me comes out,
you'll regret it.
You're awake?
What are you doing
in the middle of the night?
I'm looking for something to eat.
I'm hungry.
-You're going to make food?
-Nah, I'm just making cheese on toast.
You want some?
What's in the rice container?
Rice.
Why did you claim they'd found the killer
and give me hope that I'd be released?
Believe me, you'll get out of here.
-There's still hope.
-No, there isn't.
It's been more than a month.
I'm broken and can't go on.
I'm sick of roaming the jail.
I'm sick of wearing
the same clothes every day.
I'm sick of the window, sick of the desk
in front of me. I'm sick of everything.
More importantly...
I want to know what bastard killed my wife
for absolutely no reason.
I want to get out of here
and kill that bastard myself.
Calm down. You have to be patient.
Trust in God.
Praise be to God.
But until when? I've had enough.
Initially, I accepted my fate and accepted
that life was turned upside down.
But when I saw hope in your eyes,
it made me want to live.
Life's going to be hard without Dalal.
The judge has set
the sentencing hearing in two weeks.
Our plea was good,
and the testimony
of Dalal's father helped us.
Believe me,
as long as they haven't found
the murder weapon, there's hope.
That's what you're saying,
but are you sure the judge
will be of the same opinion?
What perfume are you wearing?
I don't know.
It's just a perfume
that I liked and bought.
Dalal used to wear the same one.
I love you and miss you.
Why are you silent?
Am I speaking to myself?
You said I was like the devil
and almost asked for a divorce.
Now you're saying
that you love me and miss me?
Am I some puppet
that you control however you like?
You know I said it out of anger.
Out of anger?
You're angry and you say things
more often these days. I'm tired of you.
I've told you a million times,
I'm worn out. Think about how I feel.
I don't think about your feelings?
Say whatever you want,
but know that I love you.
You love me?
I do love you.
This isn't love, this is a curse.
You just want to control me.
Loulwa, my beloved, is here.
-How are you, Dad?
-Fine. How are you?
Everything's well, thank God.
What's the problem? Talk to me.
Nothing.
I feel lost.
I'm scared.
I don't know if I'm right or wrong.
That's all? That's easy, darling.
Have a good sleep and a nice shower.
You'll feel better,
and your body and mind will relax.
Have a bit of milk before you go to sleep.
You're laughing, huh?
You think I'm a child you can lie to?
Of course not, I'm a child myself.
Every time, I tell you the same thing.
Anyway, I'm sorry.
No, Dad, don't say that.
I'm sorry, I can't go home right now.
No problem.
You can come back whenever you want.
Anyway...
What about your case?
How's Yousef treating you?
I hope he's not being too difficult.
I don't care about him.
Listen, my daughter, life is hard.
It has nothing to do with status,
or someone's position
or whether they're high-ranking or not.
These things are not important.
Even older people fail to realize this.
What's important is...
that we pick the good in life
so that we can live with others
and feel at ease,
and so we can achieve our goals
in peace and security.
When I first took over the case...
I imagined every possible scenario.
I put myself in the shoes
of both the killer and the victim.
How they thought...
how they planned it...
their internal struggle.
But when I put myself in Bader's shoes...
I feel that...
she put pressure on him
and forced him to do something.
And when I put myself in Dalal's shoes...
I feel that...
she had everything.
Yousef.
Are you okay?
I fell asleep.
An after-dinner nap?
Sleep paralysis, Walid.
That's some strong sleep paralysis.
It's as if you were dreaming
about your daughter screaming,
-then your wife...
-Walid, Walid, stop. That's enough.
-Did I go too far?
-Way too far.
Sorry.
-We must visit Bader's mother.
-An interrogation?
Unofficially.
Although I know she won't be of much help.
But you never know.
Okay. Shall I get you some tea?
-Coffee.
-Okay.
I waited a whole hour
to get his statement,
and it took him less than two minutes,
although nobody reads the newspaper.
-They do.
-Only you do.
What about your case?
What case?
What's wrong with you? Dalal's case.
Hoda.
-I want to tell you something.
-Go ahead.
Loulwa, what's wrong? You're scaring me.
Can you believe I'm in love with Bader?
Bader, here!
Bader Khaled! Bader Khaled!
Bader Khaled! Bader Khaled!
Bader Khaled! Bader Khaled!
Subtitle translation by: Saad Burbank