All language subtitles for Banged Up Abroad - S07E17 - Egypt

I've never committed a crime in my
entire life.

I never thought that a small lie could
spin out of control.

Just give us our documents and we will
be out of here.

It was just beyond a nightmare.

A cage?

A cage is for animals?

Human trafficking?

Are you kidding me?

I couldn't believe that I was looking at
15 years in prison.

It was 1998.

I was living in Florida, single again
after two failed marriages.

So I had made a decision to just swear
off men and marriage

and relationships.

One day I went to the mailbox and there
was a letter from my first husband,

Medhat.

I hadn't heard from him or knew his
whereabouts or anything for nine years.

And he signed the letter, missing you,
love Medhat.

I met Medhat in 1981 when I was 20 years
old.

He told me that he was Egyptian.

We just fell in love immediately.

But we were young.

And I wanted to pursue a career as a
professional golfer.

And he pursued business.

The world just tore us apart.

So I was divorced from him.

Now it's 17 years later. We're back in
touch.

He's in Egypt and I'm in the United
States.

And then we started instant messaging
and meeting online a couple times a day.

And I feel like I'm falling in love with
him again.

So one day we were instant messaging, as
we usually do, and he messages, will

you marry me?

I'm thinking, do I really know Medhat?

Is this the right thing to do?

And I remembered that moment at the
altar.

And so I emailed back, yes, of course.

And so I'm coming around the corner, and
the reality of the situation comes in.

What am I doing?

I've only been in touch on email, only
spoken a few times on the phone, and now

I'm going to marry him?

But immediately, when our eyes met, the
15 years that we hadn't

seen each other, it just like was melted
away.

And I was nervous, but never for a
second did I doubt that I could trust

It was like a fairy tale.

It was just almost like it was too good
to be true.

So Methad and I, you know, we had been
married now for a while.

It was great.

It was wonderful.

But I had this desire to be a mother.

But I've been through menopause, and so,
you know, I can't have children.

One day, Methad and I were on the bus
together.

And a Muslim lady came on the bus with
her baby.

And I just said to Smith, I want to
adopt a baby.

And he goes, our whole life will change.

I know that.

But I really want to adopt one.

Then he said, okay, we'll do it.

It never once entered my mind that there
would be any kind of a complication or

anything that would go wrong.

Medhat and I, being Christian, we
decided to go to the cathedral in Cairo

ask about adoption.

It takes us into like a huge room.

And I see at the end of the room, the
Coptic bishop, they wear this black,

like a dome kind of a hat.

I'm at the threshold of my dream of
many, many years.

I was sitting before him, expecting him
to ask me difficult, heavy questions.

So you are American?

Is this the interview?

What you think of Egypt?

When is the interview going to start?

But then I hear the official speaking to
Medhat.

And I can tell by Medhat's reaction, you
know, that it's a go.

Then he said one last thing from that
high.

Be discreet.

Why?

Why do we have to be discreet? Is there
something wrong with what we're doing?

But I just suppressed all of that
because I was finally going to have my

I can't believe how naive I was at the
time.

I never would have guessed that only a
few months later, I wouldn't have been

able to trust anybody.

It was Sunday, March 9, 2008.

It was 4 o 'clock in the afternoon, and
the phone rang.

Hello? So Medhat gets on the phone, and
he's got a big grin on his face, and he

goes, it's a boy.

We need to go and pick him up at 7 o
'clock.

Oh, my God.

So it was like, we're parents.

So we got to the address, really
beautiful apartment building.

And so she brought us in to see the nun
who was going to give us the baby.

I was just antsy. You know, I'm kind of
looking around the room, you know,

what's he going to look like?

You know, I hope he's cute.

So a couple minutes later, this girl
comes in with this

beautiful,

Beautiful baby boy.

And I remember just looking at him and
going, oh, you know, I mean, and I just,

I just took him in my arms and he was
just gorgeous.

And it was love at first sight.

I feel his little tiny hands.

Holding on to my finger.

I was just floating.

I was just enamored by this little baby
boy, my baby.

My life flashed before me all in a split
second of all the things I had done in

my life. They were all wonderful things,
but in that moment, there was nothing.

that compared to me holding that little
baby in my arms.

And I heard Medhut saying to the nun,
where's the

papers?

And she said, we don't do the papers.

So I was...

Looking at Matt, and I could tell he was
thinking the same thing I was thinking.

What is this?

What kind of adoption is this?

If this nun is with the church, why
can't she give us a document saying that

have officially adopted this baby?

But there was no way that I was going to
leave my baby behind.

So we left the home without any papers,
but we left with our little baby.

I should have known then that something
was not right.

The first night I didn't sleep, I just
watched him.

You know, I was just watching him
breathe.

And just stayed awake the whole night.

We get the pampers and the milk and all
that stuff, but he still, you know, we

need papers.

Before we could even sit down and
discuss it, like what should we do?

A family member.

gave us the phone number of another nun
that we could call that could help get

the papers.

Her name was Teresa.

Okay. Knowing what I know now, I wish we
had just thrown that number away.

But we didn't, and we headed to this nun
Teresa's orphanage.

When we got to the house, the first
thing that caught my attention was this

chain with a big padlock.

It's an orphan house.

Why a chain with a padlock?

She opened the door and she was dressed
like a nun.

I can't put my finger on it, but I
just...

It just wasn't that comfortable with
her.

And so she said, I know a doctor who
will write a note saying that he

the baby and we can take this letter to
the health office and they will issue

you a birth certificate.

It says that you are mother and you are
father.

When I heard that, I felt sick,
physically sick.

But I need $50.

Is this an illegal adoption?

I would have never imagined that in
order for me to keep my baby,

I would have to lie on a birth
certificate.

I never even imagined that I was capable
of doing that.

But I just, I had bonded with my baby.

And I was sure that that would be the
last lie that I would ever have to tell.

We agreed, okay, we'll do it.

We waited two or three days, and then
Medhat went and picked up the birth

certificate.

Medhat's name was on as the father, and
I was on as the mother, and we named him

Marco.

Even though it wasn't the truth, I felt
reassured knowing that this was, in

fact, a legal government document that
gave me rights to be, you know,

That I'm his mother.

At that point, I was just like, I am
never going to lie on any

document or anything ever again.

But I was wrong.

I loved being a mother.

I loved it.

I had waited.

46 years for this moment, and I wanted
to just take it all in.

I saw Methut in a new light.

He was just a great father.

Life couldn't get any better.

One day after we got home from the
beach, I checked my e -mails, and I had

gotten an e -mail from my sister.

My mother had cancer.

I have to, you know, I was just like, I
have to go.

Now we had had Marco for six months. Why
don't I take Marco with me so my mother

can meet her grandson?

But Marco needs a visa so he can travel
with me to the United States.

So Medhat and Marco and I went to the
American Embassy for me to get Marco's

visa.

Number four, please.

I came to the window, and he said... Can
I see your paperwork, please? Sure.

Thank you.

So I was picturing getting to New York,
and there I was with Marco, and

picturing that my mother would be so
happy to meet him.

He came back.

Are you American? And I said yes.

I'm sorry, we're not going to be able to
issue a visa for your son. Your son has

to travel on an American passport.

We just need you to fill out this
application.

So he hands me the application.

And I saw a place that I have to sign
that I am his

birth mother.

It literally scared me to death.

I have to lie in front of the embassy
official.

I had already said I am never going
to...

lie on any document ever again.

Right then, had I just walked out, maybe
everything would have been different.

But instead, I just locked it.

I don't have time for that. I need to
travel with a visa. I don't have time to

go through the application process.

Then he told me, please sit down for a
minute.

I sat down and I was crying.

I guess it might have seemed like
desperation.

People weren't noticing.

There was like a paranoia that started
to rise up in me.

What must they be thinking of me?

Why is she so out of control?

Susan Hagloff?

So he called me back to the window.

What am I going to do?

I had to be with my mother.

I had to be with her.

Also, being a new mother to Marco, I
couldn't be separated from him.

I decided to do it.

I just hope that he accepts the document
and no more questions will be asked.

The next morning we wake up and the
phone rings.

And Medhat answers the phone.

Hello? And it's the American Embassy.

We need one more thing.

We need a note.

from your doctor verifying that he
delivered the baby.

What is going on?

They don't believe us.

And I'm realizing now that I'm in
something.

I had to lie again.

So I'm getting in.

Deeper and deeper and deeper.

I knew that we had to call Teresa.

But there was something about that woman
that just made my skin

crawl.

So Medhat and Marco and I go back to
Teresa.

Teresa said, I'm going to help you.

Medhat and I will go and get the letter,
and you stay here with Marco.

We come back in one hour.

That next morning, Medhat and I brought
the letter to the embassy.

As nervous, scared as I was, there was
still that shred

of hope.

We were going to go there, and they're
going to give us the passport.

We dropped it off at the desk, and I
felt

all of a sudden there was a mood change.

Do you have any pictures of when you
were pregnant?

I can do the document, but there's no
physical way that I can provide pictures

of me when I was pregnant.

I was suffocating.

I was enclosed and I was in a trap.

And I just got angry.

You know what? I want to cancel the
application. Give me my papers back,

And he says, meet me upstairs.

And I was looking at Medhat, and I'm
thinking, what is going on here?

And he said... Okay, look, we know that
child's not yours. If you try to leave

the country with that baby, you're going
to be charged with kidnapping.

What?

When I heard the word kidnapping, you
know, I looked over at Medhat, and I

felt like a lump in my throat.

Kidnapping? No, no, no, no, no. What's
he saying?

That is our child. I may have lied on
the application, but I'm certainly not a

kidnapper. Just, you know what, this is
over. Just give me my documents.

I'm not going to give you your documents
back.

Give me my papers.

Give me my papers.

You'll be charged with kidnapping.

I felt like I was being attacked.

Just give us our documents and we will
be out of here. And finally, he said,

okay.

witnessing through the glass this hive
of people at one

desk.

Maybe they weren't going to cancel the
application.

Maybe they weren't going to give us our
documents back.

Those people were doing something with
regard to us.

I couldn't figure out what it was.

You know, and I'm just trembling.

There was one lady, I felt like she was
looking at me with, like, pity, like,

you don't know what's going on.

He gives us a paper, and he says, we
need to go to a lawyer.

And Medhat and I get outside of that
embassy, almost like

hyperventilating.

Wondering, what does this paper say?

Okay, they're basically saying that if
we don't have pictures, we have to

DNA evidence.

I cannot provide pictures.

I cannot provide DNA evidence.

I'm not his real mother.

But after reading this document,

A relief come over us that after 90
days, if we don't actually submit DNA

evidence, we will get our documents back
and our case will be considered

abandoned.

I'm thinking, thank God.

I traveled alone to be with my mother,
and Marco stays with MedHut.

The surgery was a success and they
removed all of the cancer.

She's recuperating. She's doing good.

So we were all so happy about that.

I got back to Cairo and we just felt
like now we could move forward with our

lives.

So we were looking forward to having our
first Christmas with Marcos.

So I had just...

Finished putting up the Christmas light.

One, two, three. And all of a sudden we
hear, bam, bam, bam.

Really loud.

And it was like, who's that?

Is that your brother?

Medhat goes to the door.

Is that your uncle?

Medhat comes back in.

And he looks over at me.

And he goes, it's the police.

You mean we're arrested?

I was shaking.

I got Marco and wrapped him up in his
little blanket.

I felt very intimidated and vulnerable.

They loaded us into a metal car.

It was very dark and smoky.

I'm getting more and more concerned.

Did the embassy tell them I'm a
kidnapper or something?

They start walking us into this police
station, and it was as if the walls, it

was like we were going through a maze.

And they took MedHut.

They told me, you know.

I hear, I hear these raised voices,

constant yelling, and maybe I even heard
slamming on the table.

I said, where's Medhat?

What are you doing with him?

And they just, they just looked at me
like, and I thought to myself,

are they going to torture him?

It just terrified me.

Then they brought me into this room.

It was dark.

They were all on their cell phones.

And all I could hear was Susan Haglock.

Susan Haglock. And I was just like...

It's petrified.

I was sitting right in front of the
desk, in front of this man, and they

start telling me, That is not your baby.

This is my baby.

And I looked over and I saw our
documents from the embassy.

This is not a court. I want a lawyer.
There's going to be a court or

isn't there? And the guy goes,

The court.

And then Marco started crying.

And so I stood up with him.

And the man says, Sit down.

And I go, But he's crying.

And he goes, Sit down.

It's okay.

And he goes, I know that is not your
son.

And I go, How do you know that?

And he goes, Because you can't give it
suck.

And then the guy at the desk said to one
of the guys,

Like,

go take the baby.

So a man came over.

And he was going to try to take Marco
out of my arms.

And I said, you can't take my baby.

You can't take my baby.

And so the man at the desk, I saw him.
Then he looked at the guy and was like,

don't take the baby.

And he goes, if these are false
documents, you're going to be in a lot

of trouble.

You're looking at 7 to 15 years

in prison if those documents are not
real.

My mind couldn't even comprehend what he
was saying.

7 to 15 years in prison.

They took me back out of the room.

At this point, I don't know where Matt
Hutt is.

Right at the bottom of the stairs, there
was a big black metal door.

I don't know what's on the other side of
that door.

I didn't know if it was just like a
solitary confinement.

Bam!

As I'm going into the cell, I realize
they're

probably going to take him from me.

I had to start accepting that in my
mind.

I just was...

thanking God, you know, that I had the
opportunity, you know, to be a

mother.

A few minutes later, you can hear, you
know, the padlock

open and from the outside, one of the
police officers

looks over to me and he goes, give.

the baby to him.

I had kind of started to make myself
detach,

you know what I mean?

So that I wouldn't totally just fall
apart.

I just gave him to the man.

I'll never forget that moment inside.

And I can still hear Marco crying.

You know, as they took him, the cry was
all the way up the stairs

until I couldn't hear it anymore.

And I was thinking, I can't live like
this.

And I just wanted to curl up and die.

So days passed.

One night, a police officer just took
water and just... just

threw water on us.

And it was just degrading.

It just really made me feel just really,
really

worthless.

So the next day, early in the morning,
they open the cell door

and they're going,

Yalla, yalla, let's go.

Suzanne, you're going to court.

Then they escorted us into the courtroom
together and put us

into a cage.

I was looking around and thinking, a
cage?

A cage is for animals.

I felt very confused.

You know, of course, I had recognized
the Teresa.

the nun, but I had no idea who these
other people were and why they were

us together as some kind of a group.

The lawyers start talking to the judges,
and after the meeting with the

judges, our lawyer came, and he was not
looking.

I got bad news.

They have made a gang out of you,

and they are accusing you of human
trafficking.

And I looked at Medhat, and I go, human
trafficking?

Are you kidding me?

Human trafficking?

That's a horribly serious crime.

The trial lasted nine months.

It's the day of our sentencing.

So Medha and I, we were holding hands
and we're just...

We're hoping that we're going to hear
the word bara 'ah, which means released.

They charged Medhat and I

for false documents and they sentenced
us to two years in prison.

Two years.

I couldn't believe.

that we got sentenced at that moment

the room was just quiet I mean it was
noisy

but to me it was like it was just quiet

I never in my wildest nightmare

would have ever imagined that I would
end up in prison

You'll never believe the dorm I was sent
to.

The dorm with the murderers.

Go in, go in.

Where? Go where?

There was no lace in there.

I was just... In shock.

I can't do it.

I'll never survive.

I see this, like, six -foot -two woman.

She's just like a football player.

She just terrified me.

There's not enough beds for people.

She rents me her bed and then she sleeps
on the floor next to the bed.

It scared me to fall asleep.

So that night I just didn't let myself
fall asleep.

It's amazing how I adjusted to this new
reality.

I would get up in the morning and do my
Bible reading and my praying.

I prayed. I said, you know, God, just
help me. Just help me.

And he was helping me to just get
through it.

But there wasn't one day that went by
that I didn't think about Marco and

about his well -being.

I had many, many dreams about Marco.

And they were always dreams that I was
going to be getting him back.

And one particular dream, I dreamed that
I went to the house where he was

staying and he actually came towards me
and ran into my arms and I picked him up

and I was holding him.

We spent two years and four days in
prison.

The day of our release finally arrived,
and I know that I'm going to be

reunited with Medhat.

I'm looking around, and I was going, is
that Medhat?

It was hard to adjust back to normal
life.

That first night that we were released,
I woke up in the middle of the night

wondering, would we be able to get Marco
back?

So we called the lawyer.

He told us where he was.

He told us that he found out that

they had changed his identity and that
they had

changed his religion.

I felt like, you know, now I know we
don't have a chance.

fostering him, but there was still
something inside of me that I just, I

see him.

We were just going to go to the
orphanage anonymously.

But we got to the house and it was late,
you know, it was eight o 'clock at

night.

We're here and we want to see the kids
and, you know, give them.

a little goodie bag, you know, with toys
and everything.

Oh,

I'm sorry, the kids have already gone
upstairs for bed.

Is it possible that I could go up and
see them on my own?

And so they thought, well, they said,
okay, why don't you just come up?

My heart starts pounding.

I've heard that he's here.

But I don't know for sure.

We go upstairs.

The first room, when I came in, I saw
cribs. There was about four

cribs.

Marco is not one of these babies.

I was just picking him up.

Talking to them.

And then all of a sudden,

I see this

little guy come into the room.

And he's coming into the room with like
this, I know that voice.

And I just picked him up, and I just
held him, and I just kissed him.

And I said, oh, you're a good boy.

But he was healthy.

He looked good.

He was strong.

I could see that he was okay.

But I can't explain just what it was
like to just...

scoop him up in my arms and just kiss
him and just hold on to him that one

time.

Here, this is for you.

And he ran out of the room and he goes,
Mama.

And I said, Oh, are you Mama?

And this nice young girl.

You know, it said yes, and she was very
nice.

They were showing me that he was
learning English.

So this mama, this girl he called mama,
was pointing to him, you know, nose, and

he would say nose, and ears, and he'd
say ears.

And he was just, it was just a precious,
precious moment.

There's a cliche.

For me, this came to life. It is better
to have loved

and have lost than to never have loved
at all.

Bye -bye.

Even though I committed a crime, I have
to say that it was worth it

to have those nine months to be a mommy.