The Blue Elephant Page #5

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I don't know, Lobna.

There are lots of possibilities

more than you can imagine.

Is it possible that

there is a personality

that loves Basma

and the other hates her?

See, Lobna.

We can't deny that Sherif killed

Basma after he rapped her.

The problem is that the

schizophrenic is usually conscious.

That look in the photos...

As if he is showing off

feeling victorious.

What is the best ending possible?

Finding an evidence for a mental

not a psychological disorder

that will deny his responsibility

for the murder.

To be shown ill is better than

to be executed, Lobna.

And the worst?

That Sherif is keeping a secret

and not planning to tell anyone.

We missed something...

How did Sherif know that I am

still living in the same apartment

since we were students?

What's the point of that question?

A couple of days ago

I recieved a mail at home.

With the same drawing

that we found on Sherif's phone.

He must be the one who sent it.

The museum...

And this shirt he was wearing.

The photo taken in front of the mirror

at the time of the accident.

Are you going to hand

the photos to the police?

Lobna!

I am not seeking revenge because

of and old and dead story.

I didn't say so...I didn't say so.

You said it with your eyes.

I know you better than anyone.

Come with me.

Your sister is outside

she wants to talk to you.

Answer her.

Hello!

Sherif!

This is Lobna, Sherif.

Hello!

Sherif!

Sherif!, Answer me, Sherif!

I am Lobna, Sherif!

Do you know who is sending her regards?

Hania.

Always asking:
"Where is uncle?"

And mom also wants to

talk to you very much.

Sherif!

Sherif!, answer me.

Answer me, Sherif!

Mohsen!

Come.

Have you seen what your

animal friend has done?

First, he is not my friend.

Second, go take a bath, Sameh!

Urine and water...

Not a good mix.

No worries, it will dry up now.

What brought you here

in the first place?

You want to know what brought me, doctor?

Fine.

What brought me is that

we are being fooled here.

He is faking it.

It's very clear.

But he can't trick me.

He can trick anyone, but Sameh Zidan!

In that very same place

stood a hundred before him.

With better acting skills.

And I could expose them

from the first hearing.

I never missed, not a single time.

Do you hear me?

Keep it brief, Sameh.

You came back only

for him, of course.

Watch your words!

You know that Dr. Safaa'

chose "8 west" by coincidence.

Coincidence!

And this colleague of yours who is not

your friend, and you got his case.

Coincidence?

And this car parked outside

with the chick calling him on the phone.

Also a coincidence?!

No, my friend, I am not a moron.

I am Sameh Zidan!

And the secretariat of health will not

let it pass when they are informed

that there is a personal relation

between you and the suspect.

Aren't you going to stop

being malevolent?

Malevolent?!

You smuggled a cell phone

to a suspect in "8 west"

and I am being malevolent?!

Wake up, doctor!

You won't forget that she was my wife.

You can't imagine that she

loved me, not you.

Your brain can't comprehend

that you were rejected.

I wasn't rejected.

As much as I loved her

and were preparing for marriage.

I pitied her that she

chose someone like you.

That's life.

I struggled everyday in a train

from Cairo to Faiyum and back.

Studying hard to become

the top of my class.

And at the end...

She will fall in love with

a drunk loser like you.

I still don't understand how

she fell for someone like you.

Then, ask her.

No...

I will ask your daughter.

I forgot something.

Why did you hit him?

Sameh was in love with my wife

before I married her.

She was our colleague in the hospital.

He proposed, and she rejected.

He has been holding a grudge

against me since then.

That's why you punched him.

I punched him because he

gloated over my daughter's death.

But it's not your fault.

Were you...

Were you drunk at the

time of the accident?

It was Noor's birthday.

The 24th of August.

I was...

We were used to travel on that day.

I remember that we saw

a fish shaped cloud.

And Noor noticed it.

She was very smart.

I bought her a

fish shaped ballon.

I could never say no to her.

Me and Nermin were fighting.

Although I vowed that I won't

fight with her on that day.

She provoked me.

I drank half a bottle of whiskey.

I didn't notice that we were

flying at 160 kms/hr.

We went sideways.

You know...

Time freezes at the moment of death.

I can see it, as if it is

being repeated everday.

To the smallest detail.

The bottle flying out of my grip...

Nermin's scared face...

and Noor's in the mirror.

And me being helpless

not able to save her.

When we landed on the tarmac...

And Noor swimming in her blood.

You know...

This was my first death.

Why haven't you loved her?

I loved her.

As a wife.

And I was going to spend the rest of

my life with her, for the sake of Noor.

Although there was no

middle ground between us.

And now...

I am supposed to cope, and confront the fact

that I was the cause of their death.

Why did you let yourself reach that point?

Why?

That's a very difficult question.

Why did I lose you in the first place?

Why did Sherif reject me, when I proposed?

Despite being more than a brother to me.

We spent all of our time together.

He was a role model to me.

But we had pleasure time together.

We drank and smoked together.

And then, I fell in love with you.

But he was right.

If I were him, I wouldn't let

my sister marry someone like me.

Indeed, he was right.

That's not what I meant.

I mean, he never believed

that I could change for you.

Lobna!

Being with Nermin, I couldn't

forget you for a single day.

Neither could I.

I spent a very long time

till I could comprehend that

you won't be in my life anymore.

I attempted suicide once

cutting my veins.

They barely saved me.

You are not the only

one who've suffered.

Can you imagine...

I am still in love with you.

Let's go.

You should be going, now.

I got you in trouble, right?

I was going to beat up Sameh

sooner or later.

Let's go?

Hello!

Hello!

Yes!

Who is this?

What's that?, have you forgotten my voice?

I am not Sherif, I am

speaking from his phone.

I...

I know that you are not Sherif.

Seriously, I am upset.

Who's talking to me?

But, have you seen how beautiful Basma were

in the photos with your friend?

Indeed, can not be forgotten.

Hello!

I don't know what you are talking about.

Again...

That's another lie.

Hello!

I am not lying.

Haven't I just told you

that every human being lies?

Sherif!

Where are you talking from?!

What happened, doctor?

Where is Mohsen, Ashraf?

What happened?!

Who smuggled the phone to

Sherif Al Kurdi?

What phone?!

Who gave him the phone, Ashraf?

Didn't happen, I swear, doctor!

Sherif!

Sherif!

Finish, I need you.

Have you met Lobna?

Yes, I did.

And you can't imagine how

she is feeling right now.

Do you know why?

Her husband is 12 years older than her.

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