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[car door opens, closes]

[engine starts]

[engine revs]

[suspenseful music plays]

[vlogger] Hi, friends! Get ready with me

while we talk true-crime cases from across the globe.

It looked like someone tried to clean up the crime scene,

but there was still blood all over,

so the murderer literally cleaned a bit and then thought,

"I can't do all this" and stopped.

Oh, the laziness! Unbelievable!

Nothing got past the British police, of course.

I'm going light on eyeshadow.

Don't forget to follow this podcast,

"Unsolved Crimes from Around the World".

I'll put the link up for you.

I can't tell you how much I love this lip gloss.

[knocking on door]

[knocking on door continues]

[clicks]

[man] Salam aleikum.

Hello, Arif.

Is your brother not welcome in?

[slams]

You still haven't unpacked?

I have no time, I've been busy.

All right, so what are you doing?

What do you mean?

Al Kharj, home. You should come back.

Why would I go back to Al Kharj?

I haven't lived there in five years.

You were married. You had a husband.

And a whole separate life.

I still have a life, a new one.

You call this a life?

[door closes]

[tense music plays]

[keys jingling]

POLICE STATION - NORTH RIYADH

[vlogger] Hi, friends.

Check out the way contouring works on each side of your face.

The family was supposed to be out of the house,

but the sisters came home early.

Around 5:30 in the afternoon.

See how it lifts the cheek?

It was their home, after all.

[supervisor] Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Sorry, sir. It's the new episode.

The crime podcast?

Her makeup tips are the best. She's amazing.

I don't really care about her makeup skills,

but I love her forensic and crime scene analysis.

I just finished "The Baby Snatcher" episode.

-An awful case. -I could have killed that guy myself!

Was the death penalty necessary?

Absolutely!

-I feel uneasy about it. -Not me.

That's justice for you.

Let me tell you a story.

As a kid, I went to the mosque with my dad.

A crowd was gathered out front.

I was too young to understand,

but suddenly we looked up and...

How can you run a crime-investigation unit

with such a weak stomach?

The petty crimes around here are hardly nausea-inducing.

Beats digitizing old files.

Everything is going online.

Who knows?

If you enroll in the Police Academy and graduate,

you can wear a uniform like Bushra.

Then we'll come for your job.

Why stop there? Head up the whole department.

-I'm ready. Straightaway. -[laughs]

[vlogger] There was a bloody handprint on the wall.

The blood was checked for DNA and fingerprints,

but no match. Strange, right?

Later, they found a blood spot.

Where, you ask? In the washing machine.

Can you believe that?

They found a pile of bloody towels and a camera as well.

Thanks to all my followers. This one's a scary one for sure,

and in small-town Ireland of all places!

On July 19th, the memory card was recovered

and the first picture that came up was, you guessed it,

a picture of the killer at the victim's house.

Doesn't that send shivers up the spine?

And it wasn't the only photo, there were several,

like he was documenting what happened in detail.

There were pictures of her lying on the floor covered in blood.

[gentle music plays]

[whirring]

Nawal, is Bushra here?

She has training in Jeddah.

We need a female.

Maybe you... could help us?

Don't tell me,

it's a minor scuffle or petty crime

a weak stomach can handle.

No, not this time.

Maybe you're just who we need.

[ominous music plays]

She died in the prime of her youth.

Does her family know?

No, not yet. The body's difficult to identify.

What about fingerprints? DNA?

Nothing yet. Young women generally aren't in the fingerprint ID system.

From her abaya, she was from an affluent family.

Look at the "S" on her uniform.

She added that herself.

-Is anyone looking for her? -No reports yet.

We don't have much to go on.

As they say on the podcast, she's a "Jane Doe" for now.

If no one claims her in two weeks, she'll go into an unmarked grave,

but we'll keep the investigation open until we can ID her

and find the culprit.

I swear, I'll find whoever did this and make them pay.

[pensive music plays]

FROM GOD WE CAME AND TO GOD WE WILL RETURN

[whirring]

What's the latest on the victim?

Cause of death, blunt-force trauma.

Fingerprinting was inconclusive.

No DNA matches.

We have nothing to go on.

Any local reports of missing persons?

None.

Has our official statement gone out?

Yes, with very few details.

I think it best we avoid...

getting people riled up.

So, no leads at all?

A lot of speculation online.

It's all rumors, nothing hard and fast to go on.

-What do you think? -Maybe a car accident?

Kids race around that area like demons.

Perhaps there was a crash

and the driver dumped the poor girl where we found her.

[officer 1] Any signs of vehicles?

[officer 2] No, not a trace.

Reports of crashes?

-No. -No.

How could there be no trace of a car out there?

[officer 2] That's unfortunately the reality.

She'd been there a while. The wind blew away the tracks.

All right.

Check the area for abandoned vehicles.

And try the body shops.

See if anyone brought in a damaged car

or reported accident damage from the weekend.

All right.

Okay.

Other ideas?

We may also be looking at a domestic-abuse case

or an honor killing.

Maybe the victim was in a suspicious or inappropriate relationship.

Her father or brothers may have intervened to stop it.

Okay.

-Ali? -Sir.

You take the lead on this one.

Ask around and find us a witness. Someone saw something.

The case will remain open until we can ID her.

Good luck.

Thank you.

[screams, heavy breaths]

[baby wailing]

[tense music plays]

[gasping]

Thanks again for yesterday.

You okay?

I'm consumed by thoughts of that girl.

How can we bury her without even knowing who she is?

The case won't close until her body is claimed,

but we have to bury her.

She can't go into an unmarked grave.

She deserves dignity.

We have to tread lightly not to stir up trouble.

I only wish I had more evidence.

There are clues! Her clothes, makeup, nails!

What, you mean the polish?

She wasn't wearing any.

Those are actually press-on nails. I used them in high school.

You can apply them fast and take them off before going home.

And the clothing alterations,

the changes to the sleeves and pockets.

-Who made them? -This is all duly noted.

Ali's leading the case, share this with him.

But discretion is key for keeping the peace.

What if it was your daughter?

[vlogger] Hi, friends!

So, he was just driving down the road, don't ask me how,

with her decapitated head in hand

after he had severed it.

Doesn't that just give you the chills?

Then he threw her head out the car window!

Just... so creepy!

He hoped scavengers would take care of it

and strip the flesh to conceal her identity,

but someone saw the head and reported him.

-[thuds] -[gasps]

Sorry! Sorry!

ALL-GIRLS HIGH SCHOOLS IN RIYADH

[suspenseful music plays]

[school bell rings]

I don't understand, what do you want from me?

I just want to know if any students are missing.

Are you serious?

Do you know how many of our girls go missing every week?

Girls drop out all the time.

They get married or lose interest in school.

Okay, can you give me a list of their names?

You want me to drop everything I'm doing...

just to make you a list?

I have things to do.

Okay.

-Okay, thank you. -You're welcome.

[ominous music plays]

[vlogger] It's Valentine's Day,

so today's episode is all about love and rouge.

This color is unbelievable.

So, a boy and a girl were in love,

but she cheated on him.

Be honest, girls,

how would you react if you got cheated on?

[woman praying]

[woman] I seek forgiveness from Allah and repent to Him.

Do you have to live all by yourself?

Shouldn't you live here with family?

Didn't I warn you it's dangerous there?

Your brothers heard online a girl was killed there.

I'm helping them with the case. We'll solve it soon.

-Helping who? -The police.

-It's my job. -That's not your job!

Your job is scanning and digitizing files.

Why are you meddling? You act like you had something to do with it.

You're young. Think of yourself and get married again.

I feel like this has aged me 20 years overnight.

That's ridiculous. You haven't aged a day.

Look at Mohammed.

The minute he divorced you, he got engaged.

Yes, I heard.

So, show him you can move on as well.

Show him he can't do this to you.

I have shown him.

[prayers on speaker]

[Mohammed] You're crazy, you know that?

Stillbirths happen all the time!

She was not a stillbirth.

She was alive for two days!

She was taken from me!

What do you want from me?

Only for you to be a wife

and care for me and the house.

I'm just the wife of the great Mohammed Bin Abdulla!

I shall obey and do as he says!

Arguing with you is silly.

We're not getting anywhere.

[door slams shut]

[phone chimes]

[man over phone] I heard you're home sick.

I hope you're okay.

You are too invested in this case.

Get your rest and see you tomorrow.

[sighs]

ALL-GIRLS HIGH SCHOOLS IN RIYADH

Have you heard of the law? What authority do you have?

I was just hoping...

Hope doesn't hold water here.

Ms. Nawal, perhaps you lack self-awareness,

but your question is a concealed accusation.

Here, we don't educate girls to behave so immorally.

Whatever you're implying, I take umbrage at it.

I'm not accusing you or--

You are. I have some advice for you.

Get your paperwork in order and come back with a written request.

If we here deem it acceptable

to cooperate with you,

then, believe me,

I'll be the first to help you speak to families.

Will that be all, Ms. Nawal?

-Thanks. -It's been a pleasure.

Did you put her in a bad mood?

I may have.

Then I'll blame you for the punishment I get.

Whatever you did is your fault.

I didn't do anything!

Whoever said I was smoking in the bathroom

is totally lying.

Somehow, I don't believe you.

You've caught me.

Don't tell anyone.

Maybe you can help me.

You shouldn't be talking to her.

Stay out of it, Jude.

I can talk to whoever I want, whenever I want.

And I'm not talking to you, Dania.

-Why shouldn't I talk to her? -You're here about the dead girl.

That's right.

-I want to know what happened. -Why?

Who was she to you?

Was she family or something?

No. When I first saw her, I felt she could

have had a life just like mine.

What do you want from us? Leave us alone.

Ms. Nawal.

What business do you have speaking to my students?

I'm sorry.

We were just making conversation.

Dania, my dear,

must you waste everyone's time with silly gossip?

[Dania] Sorry, ma'am.

[principal] What a pleasure to see you back at my door.

This will be interesting.

AIRDROP CONTACT TO DANIA'S PHONE

Ms. Nawal?

Shall I call someone to escort you out?

[Nawal] No, thank you.

I know my way out.

You're welcome.

This girl won't be forgotten.

She deserves to finally be put to rest,

and I'll make sure that happens.

Come in.

[suspenseful music plays]

Girls, some advice. Don't ever laugh at

or make fun of a man to his face.

There are certain kinds of men

who, if they even suspect a slight from a woman,

-will lose it... -[phone chimes]

...and make sure she regrets it.

I get bags under my eyes like a panda,

so I'm using this amazing concealer...

So, this poor woman made fun of him and ended up dead.

Imagine that, taking her life

just because he was blinded by rage...

[pensive music plays]

[thudding in distance]

[ominous music plays]

[ominous music continues]

[gasping, grunting]

-[chief] Who sent you this? -I don't know, sir.

-Search this number. -Yes, sir.

0-5-3,

2-4-7,

9-3-2.

It's unregistered.

It's from a burner phone. Here.

I spoke to a few girls yesterday

about Jane Doe, they have my number.

We should contact their families.

No, we can't do that.

I can't share that video.

I'd betray the girls if I did.

It's the hookah place near the Panda market.

Excuse me, sir.

-Send me the video. -Yes, sir.

So, you just happened to meet girls

who may know the victim?

I've been asking around everywhere.

I'm desperate to do something.

Careful. This is a very sensitive subject.

You might ruffle some feathers.

I can handle myself.

[upbeat music plays]

[upbeat music continues]

Let's sit here.

-[crowd applauding] -Thank you.

Well, hello again.

I thought you only harassed girls at school.

I thought you only smoked in the bathroom.

I'll be quick so as not to spoil the mood.

I want to know one thing.

Who sent me this video?

-I guess she had a stalker. -Any idea who?

You're the only stalker I know.

What was her name?

Don't tell her anything.

I'm just trying to help.

All I want to know is, what exactly happened to her?

Did she have any enemies?

[Dania] Enemies? Seriously?

We're in high school, not the mafia.

-Then why is she dead? -Aren't the police investigating that?

With my help and potentially yours.

The thing is, a lot of girls have little freedom.

Their families control everything.

Round-the-clock surveillance. They can't do anything.

Tell me about it. I got married off at your age.

I don't doubt it.

Once your family decides on something, it spells the end for you.

You mean she was forced into a marriage?

A lot of girls just accept it.

Most don't really care.

What else can you do?

But other girls want to go all out

looking for fun and a last adventure.

Only, it can lead to bad things,

if you catch my drift.

Is that what happened?

I'll level with you.

I'm not even supposed to be talking about this case.

I happened to be at the crime scene.

Once I saw her, I became obsessed with her.

I hope you'll help me in any way you can.

To honor her memory.

Unless I can end this,

she will forever be a "Jane Doe".

We don't want that either.

Her name was Amal.

[suspenseful music plays]

-[knocks] -Nawal.

Here for files to scan?

No.

I wanted to see if you had any leads.

On the girl's death?

We're working on it.

-I can help. -Nawal!

I appreciate your concern.

It's an investigation you're not a part of.

I do have a file for you.

Scan it for archiving, if you don't mind.

[scanner whirring]

[tense music plays]

[man] Girls, to your cars.

Quickly.

[tense music continues]

Salam aleikum.

Aleikum salam.

Can I see the principal?

She can't see you now.

She said to come back with the proper paperwork.

Are you the one asking about the girl?

Yes, I am.

God have mercy on her.

She was in my class. I don't know what happened to her.

Do you know where her family lives?

Sulaimaniyah.

Go there.

All right, thanks.

[window whirring]

I SEEK GOD'S FORGIVENESS

[tense pensive music plays]

AL KHASHY MOSQUE - SULAIMANIYAH

[tense music plays]

Salam aleikum.

How are you?

I've seen your work around town. It's distinctive.

Sorry, I don't talk to women I don't know.

I think you should make an exception.

I'm asking around about a girl who was murdered.

Her name is Amal.

No one's reported her missing,

but I'm pretty sure she was from here.

It seems like a pretty tight-knit community.

Someone may have disapproved of her behavior.

[Ali] What's going on here?

Nawal, what are you doing?

You can't go investigating without authorization.

That girl's body will be buried in an unmarked grave

because no one's been out here demanding answers.

What do you think I'm doing?

-Let me help you. -No! You are not authorized.

I didn't believe it until Ali told me.

No one from this station would dare do what you did.

The principal filed a complaint.

She should be more concerned about her student.

I agree with you.

There are suspects out there if I can just...

It's not your job.

We already have a suspect.

If you have any information, give it to Ali.

Understood?

Very well.

He's upset I went behind his back.

-Can you believe that? -Yes.

I'm desperate to end this, please help me.

People are talking.

Give me her address, I'll talk to the family

and convince her mother to claim her.

Enough. You've upset them.

Why are you so reckless suddenly? Have you lost your mind?

[door slams shut]

[Nawal] I won't let you take a second wife.

I won't let you!

Try and stop me, go ahead.

[shatters]

Jude! Look at this.

[scanner whirring]

-Did you get Majid's files? -What files?

I'll just grab them from the morgue.

Call and say I'm coming.

Okay.

-Signs of rape? -She died a virgin.

So we can rule out sexual assault. And she didn't suffer.

The force of the blow killed her instantly.

What killed her?

She was hit by a speeding car.

-Intentionally? -We don't know.

You've seen the way the teenagers race their cars all over.

-[phone rings] -Excuse me, I'll be right back.

Can I see the file?

[suspenseful music plays]

[coroner] Hello? Hi.

Now?

Of course, sir.

Goodbye.

Majid wants you in his office right away.

-Sure. -Okay.

Thank you.

-[clacks] -[water runs]

[ominous music plays]

[whirring]

Come, come.

I'll catch up with you later.

The morgue?

Colonel Majid, don't get me wrong. Look at this!

Messages between Amal and a certain Noah.

They're screenshots.

-Who sent you this? -Same source as the video.

I think the girls want to help but are scared.

Stay out of this case.

I can't, those girls trust me.

No more morgues, no more anything.

[whirring]

I'm finished with this file.

-Can you check it? -One moment.

It's clearly an honor crime.

Find the family member who killed her, case closed.

We're almost there.

Looks good.

[whirring]

[ominous music plays]

SEÑORITA ABAYAS

[suspenseful music plays]

[beeping]

[line rings]

[Malak] Hello, Malak at Señorita Abayas. How can I help you?

Hi, do you have anything on hold for Amal?

Was it for tailoring?

I honestly can't even remember.

Okay, hold on. Let me check.

Okay.

[Malak] Yes, we have an abaya here for you.

We called and texted that it was ready.

Um, really? I didn't get anything.

What number were you calling?

One moment.

053-749-1166.

-I'll pick it up tomorrow, okay? -We can't hold it much longer.

I'll be there tomorrow.

Great, thank you so much.

Bye.

[keypad beeping]

[phone rings]

[woman over phone] Hello.

-Hello. -Hello.

Uh, salam aleikum.

This is Nora from Señorita Abayas.

I have an abaya here for Amal.

Sorry, we don't need it anymore.

What do you mean?

It's been custom-tailored.

You have to pick it up tomorrow afternoon.

If you don't pay for it, I'll get the police involved.

Excuse me? The police?

I'm happy to call them--

No, no. We'll be there tomorrow at 4:00 p.m.

Just put it aside for us.

We'll be expecting you.

Thank you.

[pensive music plays]

-[store bell rings] -[staff] Welcome, please come in.

Need help?

No, thank you.

Are you sure?

I'm just looking.

[store bell rings]

[woman] Hello.

[staff] Hello, welcome. How can I help you?

[woman] We're here to pick up the abaya you called about.

-[staff] I'm sorry? -Amal's abaya.

Just a second.

Ah, you mean this one.

It's been ready for a while.

Finally, you came to pick it up.

Well, you were so persistent. It's only an abaya!

Maybe my colleagues were just concerned.

Amal usually picks up on time.

We haven't seen her.

It's a busy time for the family.

You know how girls are.

How much is it?

[staff] Give me a moment to wrap it up.

It's really very beautiful.

-You're welcome here anytime. -[woman] Thanks.

[staff] In a month,

we will have a new collection in and a big sale.

Okay, enjoy.

You are welcome.

[store bell rings]

[train horn honks]

[tense music plays]

[tense music continues]

RESIDENCE OF THE LATE NASIR AL ABDULALHALIM

[doorbell buzzes]

-How can I help you? -[in English] Where is Madame?

Madame Amina?

Yes, Amina.

[lock clicks]

[in Arabic] Salam aleikum.

Aleikum salam.

Welcome.

I'd invite you in, but we're having work done.

No worries.

I'm sorry to intrude.

-My name is Nawal. -Nice to meet you.

I just moved in across the street

and wanted to say hi.

For how long? Where from?

I was with my husband,

I mean, my ex-husband,

and moved here for a job.

God be with you.

I know how it is to be a woman alone in this area.

I noticed the sign at the gate. My condolences.

Sorry to ask, when did your husband pass away?

My husband, rest in peace, was much older than me.

Death is always a blow,

but things are much better now. My husband's family lives nearby,

within two blocks of us.

They're always there to help.

My family is just outside Riyadh,

which is too close, if you ask me.

My brother hates that I'm divorced and on my own.

He drops in constantly asking about my life.

Having in-laws so close can't be easy.

No, no, I never think of it that way.

And your daughters?

Isn't it difficult for them?

You know I have daughters?

Um...

[tense music plays]

Amina.

I want to speak to your daughter. I think she's a witness.

Sorry, I'm busy. Thank you for your visit.

If you... let me, I want to help you.

I'd be more accommodating, but I'm swamped right now.

Take care.

[tense music continues]

THERE IS NO GOD BUT THE TRUE GOD

[engine starts]

[whirring]

FROM GOD WE CAME AND TO GOD WE WILL RETURN

WITH HEAVY HEARTS, WE MOURN THE DEATH OF MY HUSBAND

MISHALSIGNS1: MAY UNCLE NASIR BE RECEIVED IN HEAVEN

MISHAL ABDULRAHMAN

UNIVERSITY OF IMAM MOHAMMED BIN SAUD - AL KHASKY MOSQUE

IN THE NAME OF GOD

PRAISE GOD

GLORY TO GOD

[vlogger] Then one of the employees told the police

that he saw his car near the crime scene.

Seeing the car near the crime scene

is "catching a fox by the tail," as the Egyptians say.

[pensive music plays]

[car door closes]

[suspenseful music plays]

[clicks]

[camera shutter clicks]

[suspenseful music continues]

-Colonel Majid. -I don't want to hear it.

I found something crucial.

Didn't I tell you not to meddle?

You need to back off from this case.

I have proof that her cousin killed her.

Look. Look at this picture.

The back seat of his car splattered with blood.

On the podcast, the police always inspect the suspect's car

and always find evidence!

-This is his car? -Yes.

Stay here.

Why should I stay behind?

I'm the reason you're here!

Want me to give you a gun and send you after him?

[door opens]

[door closes]

[tense music plays]

-Wait! Wait! -Get out of my way!

[pants]

[ominous music plays]

[door opens]

[tense music plays]

[cries]

Put the gun down.

Mishal.

Put the gun on the floor.

I abandoned her.

I abandoned her!

[sniffles] But you already know that.

I don't know anything.

But please, just put the weapon down and let's talk calmly.

I told her...

it was a bad idea.

You shouldn't go meeting strange men.

You didn't want your cousin to go out with a boy she didn't know?

I didn't want anyone to hurt her. You understand?

I do.

I do understand that.

I knew... I knew I couldn't do anything for her

but cover up her body

and leave it in the desert.

[sniffles] I can't bear it.

I can't. I can't. I can't.

What do you imagine...

Amal would think...

seeing you like this?

Would she be pleased?

Do you see the state you're in?

Miserable.

Scared and whimpering.

You want to kill yourself?

Then do it.

Shoot.

You'll not only destroy yourself,

you'll destroy her memory as well.

I'm prepared to go to jail.

[siren blares in distance]

Good morning.

Good morning. What's all that?

Pray I can finish quickly.

May God be with you.

[whirring]

[phone rings]

-Hello? -[Jude over phone] Release him right now.

Let him go home. You know he is innocent.

Who is this?

You know very well who this is.

Jude?

Mishal has nothing to do with what happened.

And the blood in his car?

Mishal has a lot of backers behind him

who will stop at nothing to help him.

-Is that a threat? -It is.

[line ends]

A smell was coming from the suspect's house.

Neighbors complained to police, who showed up

and recognized the smell immediately.

[ominous music plays]

[door slamming]

-[car horn honks] -[alarm blares]

[alarm chimes, stops]

[engine revs]

[pants heavily]

-[tires screeching] -[gasping]

[tense music plays]

I knew the family would retaliate,

but I didn't think they'd go this far,

at least not this quickly.

They act like I'm the enemy.

GOD IS GREAT

[Ali] Sir, his car is the most damning evidence.

We need to establish his connection to events.

We can't just let Mishal go!

Lieutenant Ali.

-What happened? -What's this?

I report to you now?

They are letting him go.

But I know he did it! Her blood is all over his car.

I told you the family won't claim her.

They've got him a lawyer and found a surprise witness.

Who's the witness?

Likely a friend to help get him out.

Let me speak to him.

-I'll get him to implicate himself. -Seriously?

He's allowed visitors, right?

He's not talking anyway, so let him not talk to me.

It can't hurt.

[spray paint hisses]

[tense music plays]

"I seek God's forgiveness."

Your mind is always on God. May God reward you.

I've thought about Amal for so long, you know what I've realized?

Most people will see what you did as the right thing.

And see Amal as in the wrong.

She deserved it.

You'll get out of jail

and return home as a hero... [chuckles]

...the man's man who preserved his family's reputation

and did what needed to be done.

As for her, she'll be forgotten...

completely, as if she had never walked the earth.

[blows air]

Into thin air.

She could have had my life.

A life just like mine.

Should I believe it was an accident?

And this "witness" of yours,

we all know he's lying.

Only I know what happened to that poor girl.

I carried her, as she carried me.

Want to know Amal?

We were the same age, born two weeks apart,

like twins more than cousins.

I called her my sister. She meant more to me

than my actual sisters.

We were inseparable as kids,

would get into trouble constantly.

We'd play at a construction site,

a house being built on our street.

It was like a castle where our imaginations ran wild.

One day, I fell really hard on an exposed nail

and it ripped through my forearm. Look!

Look! Look!

She carried me on her shoulders for three blocks

to the hospital.

I was crying out in pain.

She stayed by me.

She knew we'd get in trouble, but she stayed with me.

She told me,

"No one will yell at you or hurt you."

And I carried her, too.

I carried her body, her blood on my hands.

CASE 1743

He'll be let out after Maghrib prayer.

-I don't have enough evidence to keep him. -[sighs]

And I believe him.

-Me too, I believe him. -You, the executioner? You believe him?

He was different from what I expected.

I could feel he really cared about her.

To care about someone and hurt them is not uncommon.

I gathered security camera footage from your neighborhood.

Thanks to your neighbors, we got a few good shots.

[Ali] It's not exactly clear.

At least we know it was a woman.

[suspenseful music plays]

Thanks for driving. Sorry to trouble you.

I don't have any other choice.

How could the office function without the executioner?

Will you get another silver Hyundai or something more colorful?

I'm not sure yet.

I need to save up money first.

Don't worry.

Tomorrow, I'll get a neighbor to drive me.

God be with you.

[Nawal] See you.

I fixed up Mom's car for you.

Thanks, your timing is perfect.

No one messes with my sister.

How will I pay you back?

Just keep doing your job.

Before I saw the video, I thought it was you.

They beat me to it.

[tense pensive music plays]

Salam aleikum.

Aleikum Salam.

You wanted to see me?

Yes, Jude. Please come in.

Excuse me, Ms. Nawal.

-You have five minutes. -God willing.

How did you get in here?

The principal doesn't want the dirty laundry

of this sad tale to be hung out to dry.

What tale?

The tale of a girl from this school who died

on a suspicious date with a stranger

and another girl who torched my car

when she found out I was investigating it.

Have a seat.

I'm here to put an end to this.

How?

I don't get it.

I want you to sign a statement

stating what happened to Amal that night.

What do you mean?

We don't have to put it in the statement,

but she was there to meet a boy, right?

Mishal had nothing to do with it, did he?

Very well.

Tell me exactly what happened.

Amal was talking to this guy,

just texts and stuff.

We'd never met him.

He was from a town outside Riyadh, I think.

Noah?

Yes.

Yes, Noah.

He said he was coming up here

and wanted to meet her.

She had me come with her to make sure it wasn't dangerous.

And was it?

Yes. Yes, in my opinion.

[Jude] We went to this weird place,

an abandoned campground, in the desert, and it was dark.

She told me to wait in the car.

She'd pop out and come back in no time at all.

Then suddenly I heard...

What?

What did you hear?

-I heard tires screeching... -[engine revving]

-...then a huge crash. -[tires screeching]

I didn't know what to do then.

I called Mishal to take Amal to the hospital...

to keep the police out... [sniffles]

...but my dad's family told him to get rid of the body.

I want you to sign this statement.

It says there was an accident, but you didn't see the car.

To close this case

without embarrassing your family.

[phone ringing]

-Hello. -[Majid] A hit and run?

All this over an accident?

They didn't want it getting out

that she wanted to meet up with a boy.

A boy who might not even exist?

Maybe.

Or it's just a case of bad luck.

So, that's it?

I have one more stop to make.

This statement means nothing to me.

To be honest, I don't want to help you.

Even with her remains?

I let you into my house and heard what you had to say.

You forced my underage daughter to sign this

without my consent, it's unacceptable.

Let's end things here, shall we?

No.

I'll bet people tell you they know how you feel.

I lost my baby daughter months ago.

Almost a year ago, actually.

God, has it been that long?

[somber music plays]

I know it's not the same, but I took it very hard.

Even my husband said I was acting like a lunatic.

Who says that?

How would he have me act?

All that I wanted was...

to stay by her side,

not to part with her body

at the hospital.

As a mother, I felt I'd abandoned her.

Her name was Dima.

After that night, nightmares haunted me.

For months, I'd dreamt of her...

alone in that building,

crying and screaming.

I knew I had to get her and bring her home.

When I saw Amal's dead body,

those nightmares returned.

The case is open until you claim the remains.

I know her father's family won't let you.

I can't. I can't.

I had a funeral for my daughter.

I was reluctant, scared that I wouldn't get through it,

but the opposite happened.

I felt relieved.

At least, I knew where she was.

I don't want you to have the nightmares I had.

Please, mother of Amal, think about claiming her body.

[sobs]

[Imam] ♪ Indeed, the heart grieves ♪

♪ She eyes shed tears ♪

♪ And we are saddened By the loss of our dearly departed ♪

♪ O' Allah, Forgive her and take mercy on her soul! ♪

♪ Bless her and forgive her! ♪

♪ Honor her path in the afterlife ♪

♪ Make wide the gate to You ♪

♪ Cleanse her with water, snow, and hail ♪

♪ O' Allah, Forgive her and have mercy on her ♪

♪ O' Allah, take her into paradise ♪

♪ O' Allah, take her into paradise ♪

♪ O' Allah, send Your blessings, peace ♪

♪ And grace upon our Prophet Muhammad ♪

♪ And all of his family and friends ♪

This is the funeral prayer for the blessed soul

of Amal Bint Nassir Al Abddulhalim.

Allahu Akbar!

[all] Allahu Akbar!

Allahu Akbar!

[all] Allahu Akbar!

Allahu Akbar!

[all] Allahu Akbar!

Allahu Akbar!

[all] Allahu Akbar!

♪ Peace and blessings of Allah Be upon you ♪

[all] There is no God but the true God.

There is no God but God.

There is no God but God.

[somber music plays]

[Majid] Just like that?

Abandoning us after all we've been through?

I want to join the force.

I applied to the Academy.

I can't spend my life scanning files.

Look, when you graduate, you'll have a job here. We need you.

You don't need me for petty crimes

that a weak stomach can handle.

[laughs] Your stomach is why we need you.

We need the executioner.

I'm ready. [whistles]

I don't doubt it for a second.

By the way, I almost forgot.

This came for you.

[Majid] Well, what's it say?

"To Nawal, Mother of Dima,

You were right about the nightmares.

If Amal was alive, she would want you to have this."

[somber music plays]

FROM GOD WE COME AND TO GOD WE WILL RETURN

I SEEK GOD'S FORGIVENESS

[somber music continues]

Nobody talked to this girl's fiancé!

It makes no sense. Why did no one call him?

Where was he all this time?

He wanted to start a life with her so badly.

How'd he just disappear without a trace?

Am I the only one who finds that a little suspicious?

-Wouldn't he be the chief suspect? -[car horn honks]

Mishal, I'm sorry to bring all this up again.

What was the name of Amal's fiancé?

Mohammed.

Mohammed Bin Abdulla.

-Did Mohammed go to the funeral? -[sighs] No.

Mohammed and Amal didn't know each other very well.

The engagement was arranged by my father.

They'd only spoken via text.

What car does he drive?

His car is one of those big

American ones, a red sports car.

I think it's a Charger.

You'll find pictures of it all over his social media.

Okay, I need one more favor from you.

I want your cousin Jude to call me.

I pinned the wrong guy before

and don't want to do it again.

-Salam aleikum. -Aleikum salam.

Before I forget, have Ali bring me the file on Amal's death.

I'll talk to him right now.

[telephone rings]

-Hello. -This is Jude, Amal's sister.

Mishal told me to call you. What do you want?

I just wanted to ask you a few questions

to get details you may have forgotten.

I signed the statement.

She said that would be the end of it.

I know, but...

One moment.

-The file? -You don't have it?

Why would I have it? It's in the archive.

No, I didn't see it. All the files are there except 1743.

I called Nawal, her phone is off.

Call the Academy and ask Nawal where it is.

All right.

Perhaps you left a few details out of it.

She told me to sign the paper saying I didn't see the car.

You misunderstood Nawal.

She wanted you to sign the paper

so that your mother would come claim Amal's remains.

She wanted me to say I didn't see the car.

That's exactly what she told me.

Did you... So, you did see the car?

She told me not to say.

Was it a red sports car?

A big American one?

Was it a Charger?

[Jude] No.

It was a silver Hyundai.

[ominous music plays]

-Well? -No one at the Academy has heard of Nawal.

-What do you mean? -I mean she's not enrolled there.

And...

did you see the driver?

[Jude] I think it was a woman.

[tense music plays]

[Nawal] On the podcast, the police always inspect the suspect's car

and always find evidence!

[Majid] What was the name of Amal's fiancé?

[Mishal] Mohammed. Mohammed Bin Abdulla.

Only for you to be a wife.

I'm the wife of the great Mohammed Bin Abdulla!

I won't let you take a second wife.

I won't let you!

Try and stop me, go ahead.

[shatters]

Amal, I spoke to your uncle. Everything's in order for our wedding.

Bye.

[tense music plays]

RECENT CALL: AMAL

[Nawal] Look at this.

Messages between Amal and a certain Noah.

I NEED TO TALK TO YOU.

[tense music continues]

[Majid] Who sent you this?

[Nawal] Same source as the video.

But those girls trust me. I have to keep going.

-[Dania] I guess she had a stalker. -[Nawal] Any idea who?

You're the only stalker I know.

[tense music plays]

[chimes]

WHO IS THIS?

THIS IS...

THIS IS NOAH

[Nawal] I spoke to a few girls yesterday.

They have my number.

[Majid] So, you just happened to meet girls

who may know the victim?

[police] The number's unregistered.

[Majid] It's from a burner phone.

[tense music continues]

[Majid] The case won't close until her body is claimed.

[Nawal] I'll convince her mother.

I have to solve this, please help me.

[Majid] Want me to give you a gun and send you after him?

[Jude] She told me to sign the paper

saying I didn't see the car.

She said that would be the end of it.

Amal, wait.

Amal, let's go back.

Isn't this place scary and weird?

Oh, Jude.

In less than two weeks,

I'll be married to a way older guy.

I have to have fun while I can.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

-[Majid] We need the executioner. -[snickers]

I'm ready. [whistles]

[vlogger] We all love a happy ending with everyone smiling and content

as the sun sets over the ocean, it's very romantic,

but it's not every day that you get the wind

at your back.

[ominous music plays]