The Blue Elephant (الفيل الأزرق)

Maya!

Maya!

Don't forget to close the tap, okay?

Maya!

Maya!

Darling, don't forget to close the tap.

NEW EVIDENCE RELATED TO THE ISLAMIC MUSEUM ROBBERY

Was the Islamic museum robbed?

When was the last time you read a newspaper, sir?

Almost five years ago.

Five years ago?

This happened three months ago.

The bastards spent like a gazillion pounds renovating it

and in the end, it got robbed.

They should have spent the money rehabilitating the junkies in the streets.

Indeed.

AL-ABBASIYA PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL

-Dr. Safaa. -Welcome, Yehia!

Didn't you miss the hospital?

I missed the hospital and the patients.

Have a seat.

What would you like to drink?

Coffee. Just half spoon of sugar, and a glass of water, please.

Coffee, half a spoon of sugar.

How are you doing?

Still staying alone.

-Is there no-- -No, there isn't.

I'm more comfortable alone.

-Thanks. -Welcome.

Her eyes are fixed.

Pretending to be busy.

Nervous.

Preparing to attack.

Yehia.

Now, your five-year absence from work is over.

I'm keeping you out of the legal affairs because of the circumstances.

But last week, the inspection committee was going to take legal action,

if it weren't for my intervention.

I won't allow anyone to accuse me of prejudice.

But what saddens me the most,

is knowing that you have not submitted a single paper of your thesis.

What's the matter, Yehia?

No work and no thesis? What's left, then?

I'm sorry, doctor. The research consumed a lot of time.

Tell me that the PhD is not important. I can understand that.

You can survive without it.

And you can apply for any fellowship abroad.

But work? Is it also not important?

I finished a considerable part of the thesis.

You have been saying the same thing for the past five years.

Do you know what this means?

It means that you're ending your career at the stroke of a pen.

Yehia, I'm not only the hospital manager,

I also consider myself as your elder sister.

The best I could do to avoid your dismissal

is to let you back in, and but you have to commit.

This will be a special exception for me.

-Come back? -Come back to the hospital.

But, can we postpone it till I complete my thesis?

My offer is a package.

Take it wholly or leave it.

Your legal status is the most important matter.

If you commit to working, your problem ends.

If not, I will testify for your dismissal.

After that, I'll look for someone to replace you.

Someone from a distinguished hospital like Al-Abbasiya.

Okay, doctor.

As you please.

Now, all that's left is to choose the suitable department.

Intermediate Care is full.

I have a vacant place in the senility department.

No, please. I won't be able to stand the bed-wetting, doctor.

What do you think about 8 West?

The unstable building?

Looks like your information is not up to date then.

The 8 West is the most secure prison in Egypt, nowadays.

Something suited for psychotic criminals.

The least dangerous of them killed his whole family cold-bloodedly.

Escaping 8 west is virtually impossible.

What's so funny?

I'm laughing because you wanted to put me in the 8 West from the beginning.

You proposed the senility and the bed-wetting,

so that I can easily agree on the prison.

What was the subject of your thesis again?

Psychoanalysis through body language.

Then, instead of experimenting what you studied on us,

why don't you use those in your thesis, doctor.

I will try to.

Yehia!

You were one of the best doctors we had.

No one can forget the tough cases that you treated.

It will be a great loss if you waste all of that.

Check out 8 West's new building before you leave.

8 WEST DIVISION

Yes, sir.

-Dr. Yehia Rashed. -One second.

He says, he's a doctor here in 8 West, but I've never seen him before.

MEN'S BUILDING (A)

Dr. Yehia Rashed.

Dr. Yehia! Welcome back.

The management said you'll be joining us, starting today.

Seriously? I've only been here for five minutes.

-How are you doing, Mohsen? -I'm good. Thank God.

Come on in, doctor.

The building was divided into three.

A for Dangerous, B for Normal, and C for Females.

We have 73 cases. 61 of them are accused of murder.

This is the criminals' affairs room.

This is the office of the department head, Dr. Kilani.

This is the room for inspection and follow-ups.

This is where the committee meets.

And this is the doctors' room.

Come on in, doctor.

Thanks, Mohsen.

You're welcome, boss.

We really missed you and your good old days.

Dr. Sameh is arriving anytime now.

Dr. Sameh? Zidan?

Yes. Should I make you some tea?

Make dark black coffee and boil it, Mohsen.

At your service.

Smoking is not allowed in here.

How are you, Yehia?

-How are you, Sameh? -Welcome back.

Thanks.

You've lost a lot of weight.

But, you have a bigger belly.

What happened to your hair? Are you turning bald?

And your nose. Why did it become so big?

How are you, Sameh?

Are you here with us in 8 West?

I've been here for four months.

I'm the oldest in the division now.

After the committee, of course.

Breakfast?

Thanks.

But, couldn't you find a better place than 8 West?

You should have chosen something simpler.

Administrative work.

Or even mental retardation.

Maybe you've forgotten about those.

It's my fate.

Tell me, what's new?

The whole building is new.

Come on. I will show you around. Come with me.

Come.

Inside! All of you.

All of you, go inside!

Come inside.

Sit down!

This is Saed. He killed his wife.

He skinned her, and put her in the fridge.

He will be sent to Al Khankah Hospital tomorrow.

And this is Fox.

He killed a three-year-old girl.

He raped her first, and then slaughtered her.

On the other hand, Abdul Majeed poisoned his parents then set them on fire.

He thought they kidnapped him. And this guy.

Stop!

Enough please, Sameh.

That's good enough.

See you tomorrow.

How are you, Naguzi?

Is Mr. Awni here?

Doctor.

Where have you been lately?

I don't know why you're making me feel like you're my wife.

It would be an honor.

If you were a chick, I wouldn't leave you for a moment.

-What? You will make me doubt you. -I was just kidding.

Is there hashish?

Of course.

But, listen.

Don't smoke it in front of Shakir and Mouris.

They will be upset like last time.

As if hashish is the worst of your deeds.

Don't worry. We'll get a joint outside. Come on.

-This one is free. -Sure.

Poker is my favorite sport.

And reading the players' body language is the best practice.

A couple of days ago, I was staying in a hotel.

Waiting for some people to have lunch with.

One glass after the other,

I saw a hot chick, coming through.

A Russian chick. Can you imagine?

Her perfect body.

Her eyes... I can't describe it.

She passed by me and smiled.

Then, she went to play the piano.

She kept playing for around half an hour.

She didn't stop looking at me for a moment.

After she finished, I saluted her and gave her a hundred pounds tips.

Where are you from? "From Russia." Where are you staying?

Blah blah blah. I went down to the reception to reserve a room.

The best two hours of my life!

The whore screamed like hell.

She exposed me!

Even the room service came up and asked if there was a problem.

I told them, no worries. It was just the TV.

Then...