Paranormal (ما وراء الطبيعة)

Ready or not?

No, not yet.

Ready or not?

No, not yet.

Ready or not?

No, not yet.

Ready or not?

No, not yet.

Ready or not?

No, not yet.

Ready or not?

No, not yet.

Ready or not?

No, not yet.

Ready or not?

No, not yet.

Ready or not, here I come.

Safe!

Safe!

Safe!

- Safe! - Safe!

Ready or not…

Ready or not…

Here I come.

A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

INSPIRED BY THE BOOK SERIES WRITTEN BY DR. AHMED KHALED TAWFIK

We received news that our valiant army inflicted massive damage

on one of the enemy's strategic naval camps.

Some military officials are optimistic that our successes in the region

will continue as our courageous men in uniform tirelessly manage to advance.

More updates later in the day as the situation develops.

THE DISCOVERY OF AN ANCIENT PHARAONIC TOMB

I don't know who's more pathetic.

A mouse stuck in a maze, these retched students…

Or me.

A tenured professor, lost and unable to finish this simple game.

Oh, excuse me, Dr. Ismail. I am so sorry.

Murphy's law number one.

"Anything that can go wrong…

Will go wrong."

But you know what they say, that's a good omen.

So good omens only manifest themselves through spilled coffee?

Or maybe good omens have a grudge against caffeine?

Coffee doesn't spill itself,

and it's not fair to blame omens, good or bad.

KNOWLEDGE

There's good luck…

And bad luck.

Speaking of bad luck, many accuse me of being unlucky.

For example, how is it that I, someone who detests cardamom,

always end up with a seed in my mouth.

It's probably because I'm the last to arrive to dinner,

and therefore, the last to be served.

That's the most logical explanation.

It's definitely not because I'm cursed or possessed or unlucky.

Like those idiots claim.

The only laws that I believe in that aren't supported by scientific evidence

are those laid out by the famous engineer Murphy.

One of them, for example,

says that you should always expect the worst.

Because the worst will happen.

Perhaps, my life is the scientific proof of these laws.

And, mythical creatures simply do not exist.

Why pretend there's a spirit moving the curtains

when we know it's just the winds.

Or that a ghost is lurking in the doorway when we know it's just

the rusty door hinges.

And…

Don't get me started on figures made by streetlights

shining through the trees.

Am I to believe that these shadows

are somehow the specter of some little girl?

Just like Mr. Murphy, I, Dr. Refaat Ismail have set down my own laws.

The first one is that nature operates by the principle of 1 + 1 = 2.

Cause and effect.

Anything outside of this equation is not normal.

And there is no such thing as the paranormal.

Most days, I wear my grey suit. But since today is my 40th birthday,

and in a bad mood, I wear the suit I save for special occasions.

A navy blue one that makes me look utterly charming.

Hi, Raeefa.

We're having lunch at my place today

and you're bringing your fiancée Howaida.

And don't dare forget to wear your ring. Are you wearing it or not?

I like this girl, and I don't want her to run off.

If you really cared for her, you'd tell her to flee now.

And escape the tragic destiny that awaits her.

Let's skip my birthday today, Raeefa.

You know I hate all that.

And, I don't want anyone to make a big deal.

Just take the cake back.

What birthday? It never even crossed my mind.

I didn't buy a cake. It's just lunch.

Elham was craving for Mulukhiyah,

so I thought I would make some with the meatballs that you like.

Doesn't that sound delicious?

Just have some food. It's no big deal…

What do you want from me?

Go on, leave if you want.

I never wanted a cat in the first place.

You were forced on me.

Some people are capable of making your heart skip a beat,

even if you haven't seen them in 15 years.

Maggie.

Maggie is in Egypt.

Uh… What a surprise.

Now I know why I wore my navy blue suit today.

It is strange that you are here, with everything happening in the country.

I was looking forward to sunny Cairo.

But now I find it even cloudier than Edinburgh.

You lost a lot of hair.

You haven't lost your candor, Maggie.

And…

What brings you here?

Every time I got the university grant to Egypt, I declined.

This year, I decided to come.

After the divorce,

I felt like I needed a trip like this.

I needed to go somewhere far. Maybe have a new beginning.

Divorce?

I didn't know. I'm sorry.

Are you?

I'm not.

Where are you staying? I can drive you.

Where are you going?

To my sister's.

To have lunch.

Egyptian food?

Don't you dare invite her. Don't! Raeefa will eat her alive.

Would you like to come?

Are you sure?

And don't be shy like you always are.

If it's not appropriate to take me there, say it.

No, they will be very happy.

Now I finished the dolma and the Circassian chicken.

Yes.

Now we add some cardamom for flavor.

Listen, I want you to stop being so awkward around Refaat.

I know my brother very well. He's stubborn.

You have to loosen him up a bit.

Uh, I'm not being awkward, Auntie Raeefa.

I don't know what to do when I'm around the doctor.

"Doctor"?

You refer to your fiancé as doctor? That is awkward.

I've called him that for as long as I can remember.

You were his little cousin. Now you're a grown woman and his fiancée.

Mm-hm.

And soon you'll be his wife so pamper him.

I got him a tie. I'm gonna give it to him today.

See?

Good. Better than those shabby scraps he keeps on wearing all the time.

Mama. Mom, can I tell you something?

What is it, Taha?

- Yesterday, I... - Listen, ask him if he ate or not.

Serve him some food, if he tells you it's enough, serve him more.

Of course.

I swear I didn't touch it.

And I swear, I'll beat the hell out of you one of these days!

You hear me, Taha?

Did I add the cardamom yet?

Cardamom always gives the dish a lovely aroma.

Taha!

Taha!

Where did that boy go?

Has anyone seen him?

Ah, peace be upon you.

Peace be upon you. Come in, Reda. Welcome.

- How are you, Talaat? - Come in. Come in.

- Welcome. - Refaat is not here yet, eh?

He's on his way here. Have a seat.

I came all the way from Mansoura. I still got here first.

- I'm glad you're here. - Hi, Raeefa?

How are you?

- Don't run. - I am good.

Bas, bas.

I made the Mulukhiyah with the cardamom.

- And I made a cake. - A cake?

He told me not too, but it's not up to him whether he has a cake for his birthday

- or not. - Raeefa, you are full of surprises.

Taha!

Hello, our beautiful bride-to-be.

Good to see you, how are you?

- How are you, my dear? - I'm fine.

Oh, where are Medhat and Elham?

Hello everybody!

Here they are now.

- Hi, Reda? I'm good to see you. - Hello. Hello.

By the way, Refaat's parking his car. I just saw him.

After you.

Upstairs.

Is something wrong?

Nothing.

Who is she?

Sorry, we're late.

Refaat and I studied together in Scotland.

Who is she, Refaat?

This is the moment I feared. Raeefa sharpening her knife.

Sorry, I was Refaat's classmate at the university.

- You speak good Arabic. - Yes, thank you.

Wow! She's perfect! God bless!