The Blue Elephant Page #4

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number that you've given me.

Hold that.

Sherif never liked History.

It's normal for a schizophrenic.

His brain can take him anywhere.

That's Sherif's phone.

It looks like the investigators missed it.

It seems like it was switched off

before the accident.

"Diga, The Tattooist."

I think that this is the place

where he got his tattoo.

Was the islamic museum robbed?

That was 3 months ago.

"The Robbery of the Islamic Museum."

"Al Amal Psychiatric Hospital"

You know about what happened

to Sherif Al Kurdi, for sure.

I needed to gather some information

about the period he worked here.

Sherif has always taken

good care of his health.

But lately...

He became very strange.

We noticed how careless he became.

Personally, I suspected that he might

be taking some kind of drugs.

I tried to talk with him multiple times

but I coudn't understand anything.

Till that time, Sherif was

doing his work properly.

Untill one day, he was sitting with

one of his patients.

And suddenly the patient started

screaming hysterically.

This was simply because...

Sherif stabbed him with

a pen in his hand.

Yes!

And then?

The hospital board met with him

but couldn't understand his situation.

They decided that Sherif became dangerous.

They had to lay him off.

What's your diagnosis, doctor?

Sherif was my colleague, I don't want

to talk about him badly, but...

When I used to look in his eyes

I was never convinced that he is ill, but...

Let's assume that it's a latent Schiz. case

It wasn't evident, and now it is.

Not to mention his numbers mania.

After Sherif left, we found behind his door

a crazy amount of papers, full of numbers.

Do you still have these papers?

No, we dumped them, of course.

Another thing.

His PhD thesis.

I think that we might still have it.

Here you go.

Thanks!

What was the subject of your thesis again?

Thank you doctor!

Did you ask for a brain scan for Sherif?

Yes, I am suspecting TLE.

Temporal Lobe Epilepsy...

Improbable.

He planned a perfect crime.

By the way, where are you on Facebook?

No, I don't have an account, not my thing.

Come on!, everone does now.

I have around 90 friends.

And 2 subscriptions.

It means they are following me

to get my news.

You were in 1999 class, right?

Ali Sha'ban was in your class.

I don't remember him.

Ali Sha'ban...

The fat guy, with lots of freckles.

Yes, Ali, I remember him now.

He is bald now, and has got 2 daughters.

I have him on Facebook.

He added some good photos for

your class during Luxor and Aswan trip.

Can you imagine who I found in the photos?

Sherif Al Kurdi.

Strange!

You knew him very well, then!

I knew him...

But he wasn't my friend, nor in my class.

He was the leader of the student's

union during the "Six-Day War".

But you were together in around 7 photos!

Just saying, because the general

secretariat has very strict rules nowadays

regarding personal relations in "8 west".

You know, we are in a very

sensitive situation...

I told you I didn't know him, Sameh!

Help!, doctor!, there is a

disaster in ward (a).

Get away!

What happened, Fawzy?

I asked him where he got that

tattoo on his arm.

Just making conversations

instead of doing nothing.

As soon as I put my hand on his arm...

I swear to God, I was just checking

the quality of the tattoo.

he gave me a good punch in the face

I fainted right away.

I swear to God I won't let that pass.

If you touch him, I will put both of you

in solitary confinment, tied up.

Do you understand?

Dr. Kilani wants to meet with you

after the session.

Ok.

Epilepsy:
Negative.

Sit down, Sherif.

Sherif left the room.

Who left the room?!

Sherif.

Superficially, Sherif is not lying.

Hmm...whom I am speaking to right now, then.

A friend.

You can call me Na'el.

Nael.

Na'el.

Na..I am sorry, I heard it Nael

I am sorry.

How are you Na'el?

Tell me then...

Were you the one always

sitting with us in the room?

Are you still in love with her?

Who's that?

Lobna!

You already know...

I regard her as my sister.

And were you going to

marry your sister?!

This story ended long time back.

Yes, the lies my friend, the lies.

I am not a liar.

This in itself is a lie

all human beings lie.

Why did you beat up Fox?

Have you ever loved your wife?

What?, did I make you nervous?

You spoke with Sameh, correct?

Have you ever loved your wife?

For sure.

But let us stay on subject.

Tell me about the day Basma died.

Why not?, I will tell you.

But according to the

rules of the game.

A question for a question.

Ok.

Who killed Basma?

No, you already know the answer

to this question.

But you are in denial.

You are trying to find an

excuse for your friend.

If my friend did indeed murder...

I will never hesitate to

mention that in my report.

Then what are you waiting for, Boss.

It's as clear as the sun.

Or is it because of Lobna?

Lobna has nothing to do with this.

What do you mean Lobna

has nothing to do with this?

How come?

Can you deny that you have

never forgotten her?

Can you deny that she screwed

up your marriage and your life.

Can you deny that you want

to prove yourself before her.

To show that you deserved her, and whatnot.

Why not say that I want to help her?

That's a good one, too.

But Lobna is still a beauty, isn't she?

I bet your eyes never missed

her chest while sitting down.

Or her legs, getting inside the car.

That's a normal part of attraction

towards a female.

Not me.

Not with Lobna, Sherif.

When I wanted your sister

I looked at her respectfully.

Respectfully!

Don't play a fool, Yehia.

No one looks at a

woman he wants respectfully.

If you hadn't inspected her top to bottom...

You wouldn't have liked her.

Who murdered Basma?

"Sometime Love Kills."

(A famous Arabic quote)

By the way, tell me...

How did your wife and daughter die?

Whoever told you the story

must have mentioned this part.

What's wrong, Yehia?, calm down.

A psychiatrist should not

be provoked so easily.

We are doctors!, my friend.

The details, Yehia.

I am obsessed with details.

The car went sideways.

I made it, and they didn't.

Fate.

Yes, Fate.

Fate going by the speed of 160 kms/hr!

Alcohol can achieve miracles!, my friend!

It can solve unsolvable problems.

But, between you and me...

You can't deny that

some part inside you

was relieved, correct?

Who killed Basma, Sherif?

Ask Sherif.

Sherif!

Sherif!

Mohsen!

Mohsen!

If somebody told me 3 months ago

that I will be in the insane

hospital at 11:
00 PM

I wouldn't have believed him.

Who said that they are the insane ones?

Maybe it's us, but we can't notice.

You haven't changed, Yehia.

You just think so.

I have changed, a lot.

To the worse.

Coffee?

Should I grab a soft

drink from inside?

Should I get you

the patients' juice?

No, thank you.

I am full.

Have you checked Sherif's phone?

I did.

And transferred the photos to my phone.

Are these supposed to be an evidence

for or against his innocence?

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