Maya (2018) - full transcript
The film follows a 30-year-old man named Gabriel, a French war reporter who was taken to hostage in Syria and then heads to India after months in captivity.
PARIS, December 2012
The expected plane has just landed
at the Villacoublay military airfield.
After a brief stay in Jordan,
Frédéric Gabriel Dahan and Corelli
are officially free.
- We are glad to see you safe and sound.
- Thank you.
How do you feel?
Better.
Thank you for what you have done.
- Have you had a good trip?
- Yes thanks.
It's a relief, believe me.
It is done.
The two hostages are finally free.
Now, surrounded by their families...
- Is everyone all right?
- They are fine.
- Good Morning.
- Hello.
Good Morning.
Hi, I'm Buchet Professor of Internal Medicine.
I'll take care of them a medical checkup.
Hematoma collarbone.
And in the front of the right arm.
Thigh.
Breath deeply.
Very well.
Another hematoma.
How big is?
- 1.80.
Stand up for weigh-ins, please.
61 kilos.
Do not worry, he will recover.
Did I spell your name, please?
D-A-H-A-N.
- Your name?
- Gabriel.
- Birthdate?
- September 30, 1980.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
- You are welcome.
Good Morning.
I'll introduce myself,
Hervé Perrat, psychologist, specializing in hostage.
Charmed.
Sit.
It has been isolated for a fairly long period.
If you need help, I'm here for that.
How do you feel physically?
Tired.
- Have you been able to be with his people?
- One hour.
Some, when released, they feel euphoric,
but they can despair few weeks later.
It does not seem appropriate.
I do not think I'm elated.
I have also seen retracted hostages themselves.
You are not.
Much better, therefore I will live.
Do you think his captivity was a traumatizing experience?
Would not use this word, I think
pejorative.
I do not want to identify with the victim
that bears his trauma as a cross.
Ya.
But it will have many memories of that period.
And some, painful.
Tell me about them.
When we caught, I...
I always see the scene.
And mock executions.
The hits.
Maltreatment.
Drain and return of Jérôme Andreux.
The other journalist.
The screams of the tortured, good false news.
The forced displacement
with total lack of security by bombs.
Apart from these terrifying moments,
What it was the hardest day?
Feeling guilty.
Boredom, lack of light,
but the worst was guilt.
Have you considered a psychological support?
If necessary, but I would not.
I prefer action to words.
- Work with the word.
- Yes, but
the word related to concrete, tangible reality.
I was not the idea will lie on a couch to remove bad memories.
Verbalize an unprecedented experience,
related events apparently distant,
It can be very useful.
To analyze, dissect and we are dedicated Frédéric four months.
I want something else.
Psychoanalysis could use the kidnappers.
Can be.
But you are the before and after.
Experience has changed him.
Will you stick with your profession?
And I will raise me, but today yet.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- How you doing?
- It almost kills me questions, do you?
It looks like I'm a good customer.
It was far worse than an interrogation.
I have my doubts.
52, and Gabriel Dahan, 32,
Villacoublay airfield tread.
It is a great joy to be here, to see the sky.
Able to walk and talk freely.
We were not aware, until you see it on the Internet,
the tremendous mobilization that has made us return.
Do not forget to Jérôme...
Forgives.
I am very happy for both.
We know nothing of Jérôme.
We must fight to bring.
I'm dying to go to town, take the boat.
Get ready, the mayor is crazy.
It will be worse than Zidane after the World Cup.
- Gabriel, do you have anything in mind?
- No, nothing yet.
I will not let go again.
Quiet, I'll settle.
- Naomi, I want to ask you something.
- Shit, I can not refuse.
How many?
No.
Gabriel always told me about your voice,
He was put goosebumps.
Sure it was for me envious.
Insurance.
- Come on.
- Canta.
- We hear you.
- Do not make me beg.
- Come on, Naomi.
- No no.
Naomi.
- You can.
- Nothing happens.
Okay, but you have to turn off...
There is too much light.
- Sure, a diva.
- Do not mess with me.
We traveled for two hours and arrive at a fake checkpoint,
some guys in ski masks took us off the vehicle hit head.
Soon we were in a trunk with a sack on his head.
They took us to a house.
We learned that contact had betrayed us.
How did you knew ye?
Very easy.
Thank you.
First they pretended they were going to execute him.
A few hours later, and in the place of detention,
a bearded released him without further ado.
Ahead.
Paris MOVILIZA
They cover topics
as the excitement of the reunion lived by journalists
and the terrible conditions of their detention.
Maybe you talk to the subject of the rescue.
Foreign Affairs says
that no public money was used for release.
How about eight o'clock news? I have not seen, I promised.
It's been hard, luckily is Fred.
Hard for me.
Now everyone will recognize.
You'll need sunglasses and a baseball cap.
They soon forget.
I hope so.
How was the food at the Elysee?
Well.
I like Hollande, has humor, we laughed.
no longer, but gives that impression.
It's a shame for a president.
I'm going home.
No.
Please.
It will be better.
Why?
Remember, we parted.
We had good reasons.
In four months I've forgotten.
You said you live with me was hell.
That does not mean anything.
You wanted to have a child.
Leave it alone.
Excuse me.
My love.
Tell me.
Tell me, I want to know, tell me about it.
My love.
The feeling is that overestimated their ability
convincing to the issue of Benghazi.
It was a huge...
the economy by the great...
the four months of captivity
not have serious health consequences.
They've been two days in France
and soon they will sink back into anonymity
without therefore stop thinking about Jérôme Andreux,
the partner who continues in Syria.
I do not tell you soon.
- Have a nice day.
- Thanks, we owe much.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Yes you've gone.
- Do not let loose.
It gives me no Jérôme are optimistic.
Last night I dreamed you were running.
In my dream, it was a liberation.
I woke up crying without knowing if it was because still there
or embarrassment I have dreamed of.
- Are you going to Sète?
- Yes.
- What do you do besides fishing?
- I take notes for a book.
- I would write you.
- I'm not sorry.
You're the pen.
I can help with specific things, rereading,
but I do not want to get into that.
It's an excuse to visit, you could use.
No, neither psychoanalysis nor book.
My therapy is not going out there.
- I'm going to India.
- Yeah, what for how long?
- Two or three months.
- What are you going next?
Ten days maximum.
I have to fix the house.
And Naomi?
Not now...
It's over.
And after the book?
I like to finish what I start.
And you have to pay the bills.
- How do you do?
- I'll rent the floor.
Goa is very cheap.
- take the subway.
- I got the car, I take you?
No, it is straightforward, thanks.
- Welcome Sir.
- Thank you.
Towel, soap, everything is here, okay?
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- It's okay?
- Yes thanks.
Excuse me, Parra?
- Parra?
- Parra? Over there.
Here? Thank you.
Hi.
Hi.
- How are you?
- Well, my name is Gabriel.
Yo, Kmod.
- My name Voappa.
- And I, Nagma.
Charmed.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Thank you.
Excuse me, the Nilaya hotel?
I go there, follow me.
- Thank you.
- You are welcome.
- Hello.
- Hi Diego.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Monty waiting for me.
- Yes.
- Please sit down.
- Thank you.
Are you waiting for someone?
Yes.
But I advance.
Are you the only hotel guest?
I do not stay here, I live here.
Then you know Monty.
- Have you been with him?
- If that is.
Always delayed, I will send an SMS.
You know him well.
He is my father.
Are you his daughter?
I am his godson.
- Are you his godson?
- Yes.
Haunted.
- I'm Maya.
- Gabriel.
I did not know he had a godchild.
I went to Goa before you were born, but played with Anjali.
- Is your cousin, right?
- Yes.
He now lives in Sydney, married, they have had a child.
I knew your mother.
No longer, he died when I was five.
I know.
You look a lot like her, he must have thought.
- French Eres.
- Yes.
Se palabras back francés, "disgusting" y "oh the".
- It's a good start.
- The know for a DVD that were left.
- So there guests.
- Sometimes.
Hello!
- How are you?
- My Mother.
¡Gabriel!
- You know Maya.
- Yes.
Sigrid, my wife.
- A pleasure.
- Charmed.
- A handsome man.
- Thank you.
- The last time you were so high.
- Do not pass.
- Well, how's it going?
- All right.
And you? This place is wonderful.
- It was a jungle.
- We did everything, the pool...
- We plow fields.
- Awesome.
It's a long story, let's drink.
It was a paradise for ten years.
We have problems with neighbors.
What problems?
Promoters buy politicians to build.
- Raze the landscape.
- We'll finish selling.
- If you are going, I'll take care.
- Do not even dream about it.
It's silly.
You can not leave this, it was your dream.
Look, he's dead, there's no one.
Because you do not want them too cobras.
The Nilaya is the past, not the future.
- And unless yours.
- Come on, do not start.
Maya left after three years studies in London.
Now has a tutor.
But it will go to study in Sydney in December, will live with her cousin.
- It costs you away from your daughter?
- Clear.
But it is best for her.
Maya is too smart for this.
You can be a lawyer, doctor, teacher...
Anything.
I do not want to waste in Goa.
When you end the military in Israel?
A year ago.
- You fought in Gaza?
- Yes.
- As was?
- Cool!
- Just kidding.
- Been in Israel?
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Well, hello.
- Hello.
- Have you found my glasses?
- You left in the Nilaya.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
You ought to have called me.
Nothing happens, he had to go to Anjuna.
Fancy a coffee?
- It would be good for me.
- Voucher.
- Been where Sunil?
- Do not.
I've, I think it has the best coffee in Goa.
Great, I did not take anything.
And what do you do in Goa, besides visiting strangers?
I move a lot, I see my friends.
Time flies here.
I dream a lot.
What do you dream?
They are very strange dreams.
When I want to write them down, and they're gone.
What do you dream about?
If only dreamed.
- I get almost no sleep.
- Why the heat?
No, it's my thing.
Do you read Indian newspapers? With that you should sleep.
I love.
Especially Bollywood gossip.
Let's go?
Well, what have you come to Goa?
¿You flee from wars? Dad says you're a reporter.
I took ten years doing the same.
I needed a few months away.
Rest assured, if I can.
- Do not have a house in Paris?
- Yes, but I'm never there.
Girlfriend?
No.
And you?
I?
- Boyfriend?
- In Goa? Do not.
- And in London?
- Do not.
It surprises me.
What?
Meet a pretty girl who could live in a great city,
but he prefers to return to Goa with her parents.
Ultraposesivo my father.
Even so.
London was not for me, too busy.
He missed the relaxed Goa.
I wanted to be closer to my roots,
from sea,
of my mother.
At least, in Sydney there are sea and bizarre animals.
El wombat.
The platypus.
The koala.
The Tasmanian Devil.
And cats.
Are you hungry?
Are you hungry?
Simon, Have you fed?
Yes, just eat right now.
He says he just ate.
I was worried about my father.
Sometimes you let go of everything.
I'm afraid that if you sell the Nilaya collapse.
Look, these are the walls.
Control balance between fresh and salt water.
Khazan lands are.
Traditional agriculture that was born centuries ago.
But they are few.
They are coastal saline lands reclaimed the sea.
- I bore you?
- No way.
I like coming here, I connect me to my ancestors.
- But it also saddens me.
- Cast?
The Khazan is dying slowly,
Nobody cares walls.
- Nobody cares plant?
- That.
Log too much water for farms.
And construction.
Tourism destroys agriculture.
Maya.
You're going too fast.
- Hello, Ashani.
- Hello.
- I told you to wear your helmet.
- Father...
¿Adónde going?
- A Morjim.
With whom?
- With everyone.
- Who?
You know, Semnal, Nandini, Ashish...
Back for dinner.
¿Te feel like going to Morjim?
- To me?
- Yes.
- A Little Russia?
- Yes, but not we.
You should go, and the vigils slightly.
ISIS decapitating HOSTAGE FRANCO-AMERICAN
VIDEO NOT YET VERIFIED
- Pursue without me.
- And the beach?
I'll catch up now.
See you later.
HOSTAGE Franco-American KILLED IN SYRIA
PERFORMANCE OF JOURNALIST FRANCO-AMERICAN
What are you going to do?
Nothing, what I can do?
- Do not come back for the ceremony?
- I don `t believe.
I can not afford it.
I'll call Valérie, hopefully forgive me.
- Do not judge me.
- I do not judge, do what you want.
- And you, apart from this?
- Eager to leave.
Perhaps Libya.
I wait for you?
No, I need more time.
Is there someone?
I still have for that.
You're good?
I think so.
- Should I call an ambulance?
- No thanks.
- Insurance?
- Yes.
Thank you, Monty.
- Sorry.
- Do not worry.
And the motorcycle?
- in very poor condition.
- It has not happened to you all, thank goodness.
- I know.
Stay with us a few days, you will have the best room.
- I'm not well.
- Please.
We get another motorcycle.
Hi.
- Hello.
- Hello.
He greets my turtle, called Scooter.
Hello, Scooter.
Ten.
Well, how do you feel?
Like an idiot.
- Want to see my room?
- Show me.
May I listen to music?
What do you want?
Something you do not know.
An Indian song?
Actually, I do not listen to Indian music, but...
Let's see...
I am leaving tomorrow.
- Why, are you going?
- Yes, to tour India.
I want to do long ago.
I also want to see my mother in Bombay.
Are you coming back?
Clear.
Can you show me your house?
- ¿Cuándo?
- Ahora.
¿Y los deberes?
Es domingo.
- Hola, ¿es el dueño de la casa?
- Sí.
Encantado, soy Viral Nahik.
Sabi Fernandez y Ashirwad Pinto.
- Encantado.
- Somos de una inmobiliaria.
Pertenece a Chico Vaz,
es la agencia Easylivin.
Para su información,
Easylivin tiene 17 años de experiencia
en este negocio.
Tenemos en nuestro haber
más de treinta proyectos,
tanto residenciales
y comerciales como de oficinas.
Son un referente en el estado de Goa.
- Lo siento, no está en venta.
- Claro.
Pero si tiene cinco minutos,
le explicaremos nuestra visión.
- Creemos que le interesará.
- Ahora no, gracias.
Por favor, lea esto
y tome nuestra tarjeta.
Vale.
- Gracias.
- Adiós.
No debías aceptar su tarjeta.
- Mienten.
- ¿Por qué? No eran malas personas.
Lo son.
Mi padre quiere irse por su culpa.
¿Vivías aquí?
Vivíamos en Bombay,
veníamos de vacaciones.
Mi madre, que no trabajaba
y fumaba muchos porros,
decidió mudarse a Goa.
Y me trajo.
Yo adoraba esta casa, el jardín.
Tenía siete años cuando mi madre
se enamoró y abandonó a mi padre.
Y a mí.
¿Y luego?
Nos fuimos de India, es diplomático.
Viajamos.
Vivimos en muchos países.
Quizá deberías irte a casa,
tu padre se preocupará.
¿Hacemos algo malo?
Claro que no.
Se hace de noche,
es mejor que te vayas.
Siento haberte incomodado.
No iba por ahí.
Maya.
Es mi primera parada.
¿Adónde piensas ir después?
200, 200, 200, 600.
¿Te apetece un té?
Gracias.
¿A qué has venido a Bombay?
No lo sé.
A verte.
Cuando te liberaron
quise ir a París a verte,
pero tu padre dijo que no querías.
No estaba preparado.
Podías haber contestado a los sms.
- ¿Sigues en la ONG?
- Me ocupo de los niños de la calle.
- No debe de ser fácil.
- No.
Nunca te acostumbras a ciertas cosas.
Además, es mejor no encariñarse,
pero no lo consigo.
- ¿Y tienes tiempo para tus hijos?
- Claro.
- ¿Saben que existo?
- Por favor.
- ¿Qué les has dicho?
- ¿De qué?
Que tu hijo creció lejos de ti.
He ido varias veces a París
los últimos diez años.
O te habías ido
o te las arreglabas para evitarme.
¿Volverás a ejercer de reportero?
Creo que sí.
No sé hacer otra cosa.
¿Y qué dice tu padre?
Que prefiere matarme
a dejar que me vaya.
¿Por qué te atrae la guerra?
Hay otras formas de ejercer
como periodista
sin arriesgarte a ser decapitado,
¿no crees?
Sí.
¿Por qué te interesan
los islamistas más peligrosos?
Voy donde creo ser útil.
Trabajar sobre el terreno
es emocionante.
Es el mundo real.
Ningún mundo es más real que otro.
Hay miseria y sufrimiento
en todas partes.
Sé lo que digo,
estoy metida en eso todo el santo día.
Los periodistas dan testimonio
de la opresión.
¿Para ser moneda de cambio?
Bien, ¿y qué debemos hacer?
¿Romper con Siria y dejar
que se encierre sobre sí misma?
¿No pagar rescates
y abandonar a los periodistas?
Abonan sumas astronómicas
por los rehenes,
pero no hay medios
para ayudar a la población local.
No son vasos comunicantes.
El dinero de los rescates
no sale de las ONG.
No lo sé, pero sí veo que el Estado
no gasta ni la décima parte
de lo que se necesita
en ayuda humanitaria.
Pero tratándose de rehenes franceses,
hay cajas negras.
Disculpa mi franqueza.
Ya sabes
que no tengo pelos en la lengua.
La próxima vez dile a Hollande
que dé el rescate a tu ONG.
Gabriel.
You do not know what I went through during your captivity.
But in my heart I always knew you'd come back.
I would have liked so sure.
Drive a Tata yourself.
- You have no driver.
- Do not.
They treat me crazy,
fatal lead here, but I do even worse.
Well, I must hurry.
I promised Nils pick up at school.
Sale.
- Then I'll take you to the hotel.
- No thanks.
I'll take a rickshaw.
you no longer, trust me.
Come see me when you can.
¡Gabriel!
Yes?
Table!
Precious.
- does not it?
- How are you?
- Well well.
It is for the bedroom.
And this is for your father, okay, Nagma?
- Thank you.
- To your father.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Nagma.
- Hello.
- Have you been delayed.
- Sorry.
- As we were leaving.
Goa has become a movie set.
Ads, series, music videos, whatever you want.
I do not know what it's worst,
If the mafia of Goa, the Russians or Bollywood tourists.
- It's time to go, of course.
- Then go.
It is not so easy.
It is our history, my home, or at least it was.
Before the arrival of the hippies.
I knew I'd miss my fault.
Candolim Beach.
That's where the River Princess ran aground in 2000.
After twelve years and countless meetings they took him from the beach.
But meanwhile he polluted the coast.
They say there was a ghost on board and now wanders around here.
- Do you believe in ghosts?
- No, I do not think so.
And in God?
Hopefully.
And you?
I do not know.
If I am impressed by the beauty of the world,
I believe that God created.
But if you think of the massacres, disasters,
I do not understand that a God can allow it.
- Well, how was the trip?
- Cool.
But I'm glad to be back, he was tired of trains.
Did you see your mother in Bombay?
- Yes I saw her.
- Y?
And nothing, it's too late to start again.
Has a life, you do not need me.
Dolphins!
- Look.
- Where?
The nest must be close.
My father told me that you were held hostage in Syria.
And that was in the papers.
Ya, so?
Nothing wanted to say I knew.
Let's go.
We will be looking for.
They are placed, nor would notice if we llevásemos the boat.
Hey, why do not we?
What's this fucking?
Sure they were kids playing a prank.
I do not think a joke, I could hurt me.
And they were not children.
- he Said they were young.
Yes, but they were not children.
- I really do not see their faces?
- I did not see them.
Why he went after them instead of calling the police?
I wanted to catch them.
It was not rational.
Why he was carrying a knife?
- I always carry when I travel.
- But he's not traveling.
Good Morning.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- What happens?
- My father.
He's locked himself in his room and not come out.
- Why?
- A discussion by a friend of Sigrid.
Jealousy.
- Hello Gabriel.
- Hello.
What we do, we cancel the trip or what?
I'm sorry, I can not leave him like this.
- Go ye.
- Are you sure?
If you calm down, we'll go later.
In addition, Hampi Maya knows like the back of his hand.
You will not find a better guide.
Lounge.
The bathroom and toilet.
There are no towels.
Television.
The fridge.
Switches.
The control air conditioning.
Lounge.
The towels.
The main switch.
The TV remote.
- What suite you?
- You choose.
How difficult.
Take that.
This part of the city was the royal palace.
The sacred area.
The Tungabhadra river.
We are here.
El templo Virupaksha.
Hazara Rama temple.
Hazara Rama What does it mean?
Many things at once.
You see this frieze?
Elephants are strong and at the base.
Horses are intelligent.
Then the soldiers and end the dancers.
The more you upload, lighter and more feminine ago.
They came the Mughals,
They were six months and destroyed everything.
They are aqueducts.
The water coming from the lake which is two kilometers from here.
The lake is higher, it was easy to bring water
and distribute the holy city.
Maya.
Maya.
Go to sleep in your room.
Seriously?
Let's go.
"Oh la la".
Gross.
We share a car and leave me the way.
Where are you going?
South to Agonda.
It's the name my mother put the house.
- I'm curious.
- Take me with you.
- I do not think your parents like.
- Why not?
Están ocupados peleándose,
confían en ti.
¿Y hacen bien?
Si están de acuerdo, ¿me llevarás?
- ¿Vamos?
- Ve tú.
Es una playa más.
Bueno, ¿nos vemos luego?
Me he despertado y no te he visto.
Estabas felizmente dormida.
He hablado con Sigrid.
Intentó llamarme ayer.
No había cobertura
y llamó al hotel en Hampi.
Le dijeron que nos habíamos ido.
Casi le da algo.
Maya, mentirle es una cosa,
mentirme a mí es otra.
Iba a decírtelo.
Sigrid se lo dirá a Monty
si no vuelves inmediatamente.
No sabe a quién mataría tu padre,
si a ti o a mí.
Pero cree que a ti.
Quiero estar contigo.
No puedo robarte a tu padre,
eres muy joven.
¿Y si te amo?
Escucha.
No quiero enamorarme o tener pareja.
Ni nada parecido.
No voy a vivir contigo en Goa.
- Puedo ir contigo.
- No puedes.
¿Por qué no? Estoy libre.
Puede ser.
Pero soy reportero de guerra.
Es mi vida.
Te vas a Sídney dentro de una semana,
está bien.
Debes estudiar y crecer.
Entonces sabrás lo que quieres.
Cuídate.
- ¿Todo bien?
- Sí.
- ¿Estás en Estambul?
- Desde anoche.
A ver.
¿A qué te recuerda?
- A ver, ¿es el Flash Hotel?
- Exacto.
¿Sigue el recepcionista depresivo?
Me ha preguntado por qué no estabas.
Tenía lágrimas en los ojos,
yo también.
He visto a gente,
los turcos están jugando.
Apoyan a grupos yihadistas
muy hardcore.
Se infiltran exmiembros de Al Qaeda
en la rebelión.
- No huele bien.
- ¿Qué dicen los periodistas?
El ambiente se degrada,
Erdogan los amenaza
y saben que acabarán en la cárcel
o con un disparo.
Ayer vi a Ozay,
pasamos la velada juntos.
- ¿Te la has tirado?
- Ya vale.
La han despedido,
la amenazan de muerte,
pero no se protege.
Discutimos.
Le gustaron tus artículos
en el Daily Beast.
¿Cuáles?
Los últimos,
antes de que nos pillaran.
Si vienes, cenaremos los tres.
Para ir de carabina
y que me maten al salir.
¿Y tú, va todo bien?
Va.
¿Es tu casa? Enséñamela.
Mira, el salón.
Sí.
Ahora el dormitorio.
A ver la mesa.
- Vaya, has vuelto a los pitillos.
- Mejor eso que tus somníferos.
Me inspira, mira, escribo.
Y tu texto con mis anotaciones.
Bien.
- Dijiste que tengo una habitación.
- Ahora.
Es esta.
Te falta el jardín.
La vista...
Pero la mía es mejor.
Es aún mejor con sonido.
¡Vamos, vamos!
¡Déjame chutar!
¡Es mía!
Venga, Nagma, para ti.
Tienes la pelota, ¡chuta, chuta!
- ¡Bien!
- No vale.
Gabriel.
10 MESES DESPUÉS
Ha llegado Maya.
- ¿De verdad es el ahijado de Monty?
- Sí.
¿A quién se le ocurre escoger
a Monty de padrino?
Hola.
Gabriel.
- Cuánto tiempo.
- Qué alegría.
Y ahora tienes un hijo.
- Enhorabuena.
- Gracias.
- Mi marido.
- Encantado.
Hola, Maya.
- Hola.
- Hola.
Sé lo de la casa.
Lo siento.
- Buenas noches.
- Buenas noches.
Gabriel.
Hola, Scooter.
Maya.
- Gracias.
- De nada.
Gabriel, ¿qué es esto?
- ¿No lo sabes?
- No lo sé.
- Es un diábolo.
- ¿Un diábolo?
Ahora verás.
Esperadme.
- ¿Preparados?
- Sí.
- ¡Quiero probar, quiero probar!
- Yo también.
Espera, quiero intentarlo.
Ven.
Por favor.
No me mires así, me haces polvo.
¿Y yo qué? Me trataste mal.
¿Tenía elección? Dímelo.
¿Por qué estás aquí?
Sabías que venía para Navidad.
Tenía que verte otra vez.
¿Y cómo debo sentirme yo?
Lo siento, no quería hacerte daño.
Me hiciste daño.
Vámonos ya.
Mi único y verdadero amor.
Llama al del gas.
Corta la electricidad.
We can wait.
We can expect the distant sky
and see the sun.
See how it rises
in your eyes.
Let's go already,
My beloved companion.
I'm happy being with you.
I've missed you.
But you're leaving tomorrow.
The distant sky.
See the sun,
see lifted.
See how it rises.
How he gets up in your eyes.
We were told that the gods would last.
We were told that dreams would last.
We were told that the gods would last.
But they lied.
Let's go already,
my only companion.
reach
the distant sky.
Children soon
They will rise.
They will rise.
This is not
for our eyes.
Subtitles: M. Grange - S. Bonet
The expected plane has just landed
at the Villacoublay military airfield.
After a brief stay in Jordan,
Frédéric Gabriel Dahan and Corelli
are officially free.
- We are glad to see you safe and sound.
- Thank you.
How do you feel?
Better.
Thank you for what you have done.
- Have you had a good trip?
- Yes thanks.
It's a relief, believe me.
It is done.
The two hostages are finally free.
Now, surrounded by their families...
- Is everyone all right?
- They are fine.
- Good Morning.
- Hello.
Good Morning.
Hi, I'm Buchet Professor of Internal Medicine.
I'll take care of them a medical checkup.
Hematoma collarbone.
And in the front of the right arm.
Thigh.
Breath deeply.
Very well.
Another hematoma.
How big is?
- 1.80.
Stand up for weigh-ins, please.
61 kilos.
Do not worry, he will recover.
Did I spell your name, please?
D-A-H-A-N.
- Your name?
- Gabriel.
- Birthdate?
- September 30, 1980.
Thank you.
- Thank you.
- You are welcome.
Good Morning.
I'll introduce myself,
Hervé Perrat, psychologist, specializing in hostage.
Charmed.
Sit.
It has been isolated for a fairly long period.
If you need help, I'm here for that.
How do you feel physically?
Tired.
- Have you been able to be with his people?
- One hour.
Some, when released, they feel euphoric,
but they can despair few weeks later.
It does not seem appropriate.
I do not think I'm elated.
I have also seen retracted hostages themselves.
You are not.
Much better, therefore I will live.
Do you think his captivity was a traumatizing experience?
Would not use this word, I think
pejorative.
I do not want to identify with the victim
that bears his trauma as a cross.
Ya.
But it will have many memories of that period.
And some, painful.
Tell me about them.
When we caught, I...
I always see the scene.
And mock executions.
The hits.
Maltreatment.
Drain and return of Jérôme Andreux.
The other journalist.
The screams of the tortured, good false news.
The forced displacement
with total lack of security by bombs.
Apart from these terrifying moments,
What it was the hardest day?
Feeling guilty.
Boredom, lack of light,
but the worst was guilt.
Have you considered a psychological support?
If necessary, but I would not.
I prefer action to words.
- Work with the word.
- Yes, but
the word related to concrete, tangible reality.
I was not the idea will lie on a couch to remove bad memories.
Verbalize an unprecedented experience,
related events apparently distant,
It can be very useful.
To analyze, dissect and we are dedicated Frédéric four months.
I want something else.
Psychoanalysis could use the kidnappers.
Can be.
But you are the before and after.
Experience has changed him.
Will you stick with your profession?
And I will raise me, but today yet.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- How you doing?
- It almost kills me questions, do you?
It looks like I'm a good customer.
It was far worse than an interrogation.
I have my doubts.
52, and Gabriel Dahan, 32,
Villacoublay airfield tread.
It is a great joy to be here, to see the sky.
Able to walk and talk freely.
We were not aware, until you see it on the Internet,
the tremendous mobilization that has made us return.
Do not forget to Jérôme...
Forgives.
I am very happy for both.
We know nothing of Jérôme.
We must fight to bring.
I'm dying to go to town, take the boat.
Get ready, the mayor is crazy.
It will be worse than Zidane after the World Cup.
- Gabriel, do you have anything in mind?
- No, nothing yet.
I will not let go again.
Quiet, I'll settle.
- Naomi, I want to ask you something.
- Shit, I can not refuse.
How many?
No.
Gabriel always told me about your voice,
He was put goosebumps.
Sure it was for me envious.
Insurance.
- Come on.
- Canta.
- We hear you.
- Do not make me beg.
- Come on, Naomi.
- No no.
Naomi.
- You can.
- Nothing happens.
Okay, but you have to turn off...
There is too much light.
- Sure, a diva.
- Do not mess with me.
We traveled for two hours and arrive at a fake checkpoint,
some guys in ski masks took us off the vehicle hit head.
Soon we were in a trunk with a sack on his head.
They took us to a house.
We learned that contact had betrayed us.
How did you knew ye?
Very easy.
Thank you.
First they pretended they were going to execute him.
A few hours later, and in the place of detention,
a bearded released him without further ado.
Ahead.
Paris MOVILIZA
They cover topics
as the excitement of the reunion lived by journalists
and the terrible conditions of their detention.
Maybe you talk to the subject of the rescue.
Foreign Affairs says
that no public money was used for release.
How about eight o'clock news? I have not seen, I promised.
It's been hard, luckily is Fred.
Hard for me.
Now everyone will recognize.
You'll need sunglasses and a baseball cap.
They soon forget.
I hope so.
How was the food at the Elysee?
Well.
I like Hollande, has humor, we laughed.
no longer, but gives that impression.
It's a shame for a president.
I'm going home.
No.
Please.
It will be better.
Why?
Remember, we parted.
We had good reasons.
In four months I've forgotten.
You said you live with me was hell.
That does not mean anything.
You wanted to have a child.
Leave it alone.
Excuse me.
My love.
Tell me.
Tell me, I want to know, tell me about it.
My love.
The feeling is that overestimated their ability
convincing to the issue of Benghazi.
It was a huge...
the economy by the great...
the four months of captivity
not have serious health consequences.
They've been two days in France
and soon they will sink back into anonymity
without therefore stop thinking about Jérôme Andreux,
the partner who continues in Syria.
I do not tell you soon.
- Have a nice day.
- Thanks, we owe much.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Yes you've gone.
- Do not let loose.
It gives me no Jérôme are optimistic.
Last night I dreamed you were running.
In my dream, it was a liberation.
I woke up crying without knowing if it was because still there
or embarrassment I have dreamed of.
- Are you going to Sète?
- Yes.
- What do you do besides fishing?
- I take notes for a book.
- I would write you.
- I'm not sorry.
You're the pen.
I can help with specific things, rereading,
but I do not want to get into that.
It's an excuse to visit, you could use.
No, neither psychoanalysis nor book.
My therapy is not going out there.
- I'm going to India.
- Yeah, what for how long?
- Two or three months.
- What are you going next?
Ten days maximum.
I have to fix the house.
And Naomi?
Not now...
It's over.
And after the book?
I like to finish what I start.
And you have to pay the bills.
- How do you do?
- I'll rent the floor.
Goa is very cheap.
- take the subway.
- I got the car, I take you?
No, it is straightforward, thanks.
- Welcome Sir.
- Thank you.
Towel, soap, everything is here, okay?
- Thank you.
- Thank you.
- It's okay?
- Yes thanks.
Excuse me, Parra?
- Parra?
- Parra? Over there.
Here? Thank you.
Hi.
Hi.
- How are you?
- Well, my name is Gabriel.
Yo, Kmod.
- My name Voappa.
- And I, Nagma.
Charmed.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Thank you.
Excuse me, the Nilaya hotel?
I go there, follow me.
- Thank you.
- You are welcome.
- Hello.
- Hi Diego.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Monty waiting for me.
- Yes.
- Please sit down.
- Thank you.
Are you waiting for someone?
Yes.
But I advance.
Are you the only hotel guest?
I do not stay here, I live here.
Then you know Monty.
- Have you been with him?
- If that is.
Always delayed, I will send an SMS.
You know him well.
He is my father.
Are you his daughter?
I am his godson.
- Are you his godson?
- Yes.
Haunted.
- I'm Maya.
- Gabriel.
I did not know he had a godchild.
I went to Goa before you were born, but played with Anjali.
- Is your cousin, right?
- Yes.
He now lives in Sydney, married, they have had a child.
I knew your mother.
No longer, he died when I was five.
I know.
You look a lot like her, he must have thought.
- French Eres.
- Yes.
Se palabras back francés, "disgusting" y "oh the".
- It's a good start.
- The know for a DVD that were left.
- So there guests.
- Sometimes.
Hello!
- How are you?
- My Mother.
¡Gabriel!
- You know Maya.
- Yes.
Sigrid, my wife.
- A pleasure.
- Charmed.
- A handsome man.
- Thank you.
- The last time you were so high.
- Do not pass.
- Well, how's it going?
- All right.
And you? This place is wonderful.
- It was a jungle.
- We did everything, the pool...
- We plow fields.
- Awesome.
It's a long story, let's drink.
It was a paradise for ten years.
We have problems with neighbors.
What problems?
Promoters buy politicians to build.
- Raze the landscape.
- We'll finish selling.
- If you are going, I'll take care.
- Do not even dream about it.
It's silly.
You can not leave this, it was your dream.
Look, he's dead, there's no one.
Because you do not want them too cobras.
The Nilaya is the past, not the future.
- And unless yours.
- Come on, do not start.
Maya left after three years studies in London.
Now has a tutor.
But it will go to study in Sydney in December, will live with her cousin.
- It costs you away from your daughter?
- Clear.
But it is best for her.
Maya is too smart for this.
You can be a lawyer, doctor, teacher...
Anything.
I do not want to waste in Goa.
When you end the military in Israel?
A year ago.
- You fought in Gaza?
- Yes.
- As was?
- Cool!
- Just kidding.
- Been in Israel?
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Well, hello.
- Hello.
- Have you found my glasses?
- You left in the Nilaya.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
You ought to have called me.
Nothing happens, he had to go to Anjuna.
Fancy a coffee?
- It would be good for me.
- Voucher.
- Been where Sunil?
- Do not.
I've, I think it has the best coffee in Goa.
Great, I did not take anything.
And what do you do in Goa, besides visiting strangers?
I move a lot, I see my friends.
Time flies here.
I dream a lot.
What do you dream?
They are very strange dreams.
When I want to write them down, and they're gone.
What do you dream about?
If only dreamed.
- I get almost no sleep.
- Why the heat?
No, it's my thing.
Do you read Indian newspapers? With that you should sleep.
I love.
Especially Bollywood gossip.
Let's go?
Well, what have you come to Goa?
¿You flee from wars? Dad says you're a reporter.
I took ten years doing the same.
I needed a few months away.
Rest assured, if I can.
- Do not have a house in Paris?
- Yes, but I'm never there.
Girlfriend?
No.
And you?
I?
- Boyfriend?
- In Goa? Do not.
- And in London?
- Do not.
It surprises me.
What?
Meet a pretty girl who could live in a great city,
but he prefers to return to Goa with her parents.
Ultraposesivo my father.
Even so.
London was not for me, too busy.
He missed the relaxed Goa.
I wanted to be closer to my roots,
from sea,
of my mother.
At least, in Sydney there are sea and bizarre animals.
El wombat.
The platypus.
The koala.
The Tasmanian Devil.
And cats.
Are you hungry?
Are you hungry?
Simon, Have you fed?
Yes, just eat right now.
He says he just ate.
I was worried about my father.
Sometimes you let go of everything.
I'm afraid that if you sell the Nilaya collapse.
Look, these are the walls.
Control balance between fresh and salt water.
Khazan lands are.
Traditional agriculture that was born centuries ago.
But they are few.
They are coastal saline lands reclaimed the sea.
- I bore you?
- No way.
I like coming here, I connect me to my ancestors.
- But it also saddens me.
- Cast?
The Khazan is dying slowly,
Nobody cares walls.
- Nobody cares plant?
- That.
Log too much water for farms.
And construction.
Tourism destroys agriculture.
Maya.
You're going too fast.
- Hello, Ashani.
- Hello.
- I told you to wear your helmet.
- Father...
¿Adónde going?
- A Morjim.
With whom?
- With everyone.
- Who?
You know, Semnal, Nandini, Ashish...
Back for dinner.
¿Te feel like going to Morjim?
- To me?
- Yes.
- A Little Russia?
- Yes, but not we.
You should go, and the vigils slightly.
ISIS decapitating HOSTAGE FRANCO-AMERICAN
VIDEO NOT YET VERIFIED
- Pursue without me.
- And the beach?
I'll catch up now.
See you later.
HOSTAGE Franco-American KILLED IN SYRIA
PERFORMANCE OF JOURNALIST FRANCO-AMERICAN
What are you going to do?
Nothing, what I can do?
- Do not come back for the ceremony?
- I don `t believe.
I can not afford it.
I'll call Valérie, hopefully forgive me.
- Do not judge me.
- I do not judge, do what you want.
- And you, apart from this?
- Eager to leave.
Perhaps Libya.
I wait for you?
No, I need more time.
Is there someone?
I still have for that.
You're good?
I think so.
- Should I call an ambulance?
- No thanks.
- Insurance?
- Yes.
Thank you, Monty.
- Sorry.
- Do not worry.
And the motorcycle?
- in very poor condition.
- It has not happened to you all, thank goodness.
- I know.
Stay with us a few days, you will have the best room.
- I'm not well.
- Please.
We get another motorcycle.
Hi.
- Hello.
- Hello.
He greets my turtle, called Scooter.
Hello, Scooter.
Ten.
Well, how do you feel?
Like an idiot.
- Want to see my room?
- Show me.
May I listen to music?
What do you want?
Something you do not know.
An Indian song?
Actually, I do not listen to Indian music, but...
Let's see...
I am leaving tomorrow.
- Why, are you going?
- Yes, to tour India.
I want to do long ago.
I also want to see my mother in Bombay.
Are you coming back?
Clear.
Can you show me your house?
- ¿Cuándo?
- Ahora.
¿Y los deberes?
Es domingo.
- Hola, ¿es el dueño de la casa?
- Sí.
Encantado, soy Viral Nahik.
Sabi Fernandez y Ashirwad Pinto.
- Encantado.
- Somos de una inmobiliaria.
Pertenece a Chico Vaz,
es la agencia Easylivin.
Para su información,
Easylivin tiene 17 años de experiencia
en este negocio.
Tenemos en nuestro haber
más de treinta proyectos,
tanto residenciales
y comerciales como de oficinas.
Son un referente en el estado de Goa.
- Lo siento, no está en venta.
- Claro.
Pero si tiene cinco minutos,
le explicaremos nuestra visión.
- Creemos que le interesará.
- Ahora no, gracias.
Por favor, lea esto
y tome nuestra tarjeta.
Vale.
- Gracias.
- Adiós.
No debías aceptar su tarjeta.
- Mienten.
- ¿Por qué? No eran malas personas.
Lo son.
Mi padre quiere irse por su culpa.
¿Vivías aquí?
Vivíamos en Bombay,
veníamos de vacaciones.
Mi madre, que no trabajaba
y fumaba muchos porros,
decidió mudarse a Goa.
Y me trajo.
Yo adoraba esta casa, el jardín.
Tenía siete años cuando mi madre
se enamoró y abandonó a mi padre.
Y a mí.
¿Y luego?
Nos fuimos de India, es diplomático.
Viajamos.
Vivimos en muchos países.
Quizá deberías irte a casa,
tu padre se preocupará.
¿Hacemos algo malo?
Claro que no.
Se hace de noche,
es mejor que te vayas.
Siento haberte incomodado.
No iba por ahí.
Maya.
Es mi primera parada.
¿Adónde piensas ir después?
200, 200, 200, 600.
¿Te apetece un té?
Gracias.
¿A qué has venido a Bombay?
No lo sé.
A verte.
Cuando te liberaron
quise ir a París a verte,
pero tu padre dijo que no querías.
No estaba preparado.
Podías haber contestado a los sms.
- ¿Sigues en la ONG?
- Me ocupo de los niños de la calle.
- No debe de ser fácil.
- No.
Nunca te acostumbras a ciertas cosas.
Además, es mejor no encariñarse,
pero no lo consigo.
- ¿Y tienes tiempo para tus hijos?
- Claro.
- ¿Saben que existo?
- Por favor.
- ¿Qué les has dicho?
- ¿De qué?
Que tu hijo creció lejos de ti.
He ido varias veces a París
los últimos diez años.
O te habías ido
o te las arreglabas para evitarme.
¿Volverás a ejercer de reportero?
Creo que sí.
No sé hacer otra cosa.
¿Y qué dice tu padre?
Que prefiere matarme
a dejar que me vaya.
¿Por qué te atrae la guerra?
Hay otras formas de ejercer
como periodista
sin arriesgarte a ser decapitado,
¿no crees?
Sí.
¿Por qué te interesan
los islamistas más peligrosos?
Voy donde creo ser útil.
Trabajar sobre el terreno
es emocionante.
Es el mundo real.
Ningún mundo es más real que otro.
Hay miseria y sufrimiento
en todas partes.
Sé lo que digo,
estoy metida en eso todo el santo día.
Los periodistas dan testimonio
de la opresión.
¿Para ser moneda de cambio?
Bien, ¿y qué debemos hacer?
¿Romper con Siria y dejar
que se encierre sobre sí misma?
¿No pagar rescates
y abandonar a los periodistas?
Abonan sumas astronómicas
por los rehenes,
pero no hay medios
para ayudar a la población local.
No son vasos comunicantes.
El dinero de los rescates
no sale de las ONG.
No lo sé, pero sí veo que el Estado
no gasta ni la décima parte
de lo que se necesita
en ayuda humanitaria.
Pero tratándose de rehenes franceses,
hay cajas negras.
Disculpa mi franqueza.
Ya sabes
que no tengo pelos en la lengua.
La próxima vez dile a Hollande
que dé el rescate a tu ONG.
Gabriel.
You do not know what I went through during your captivity.
But in my heart I always knew you'd come back.
I would have liked so sure.
Drive a Tata yourself.
- You have no driver.
- Do not.
They treat me crazy,
fatal lead here, but I do even worse.
Well, I must hurry.
I promised Nils pick up at school.
Sale.
- Then I'll take you to the hotel.
- No thanks.
I'll take a rickshaw.
you no longer, trust me.
Come see me when you can.
¡Gabriel!
Yes?
Table!
Precious.
- does not it?
- How are you?
- Well well.
It is for the bedroom.
And this is for your father, okay, Nagma?
- Thank you.
- To your father.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Nagma.
- Hello.
- Have you been delayed.
- Sorry.
- As we were leaving.
Goa has become a movie set.
Ads, series, music videos, whatever you want.
I do not know what it's worst,
If the mafia of Goa, the Russians or Bollywood tourists.
- It's time to go, of course.
- Then go.
It is not so easy.
It is our history, my home, or at least it was.
Before the arrival of the hippies.
I knew I'd miss my fault.
Candolim Beach.
That's where the River Princess ran aground in 2000.
After twelve years and countless meetings they took him from the beach.
But meanwhile he polluted the coast.
They say there was a ghost on board and now wanders around here.
- Do you believe in ghosts?
- No, I do not think so.
And in God?
Hopefully.
And you?
I do not know.
If I am impressed by the beauty of the world,
I believe that God created.
But if you think of the massacres, disasters,
I do not understand that a God can allow it.
- Well, how was the trip?
- Cool.
But I'm glad to be back, he was tired of trains.
Did you see your mother in Bombay?
- Yes I saw her.
- Y?
And nothing, it's too late to start again.
Has a life, you do not need me.
Dolphins!
- Look.
- Where?
The nest must be close.
My father told me that you were held hostage in Syria.
And that was in the papers.
Ya, so?
Nothing wanted to say I knew.
Let's go.
We will be looking for.
They are placed, nor would notice if we llevásemos the boat.
Hey, why do not we?
What's this fucking?
Sure they were kids playing a prank.
I do not think a joke, I could hurt me.
And they were not children.
- he Said they were young.
Yes, but they were not children.
- I really do not see their faces?
- I did not see them.
Why he went after them instead of calling the police?
I wanted to catch them.
It was not rational.
Why he was carrying a knife?
- I always carry when I travel.
- But he's not traveling.
Good Morning.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- What happens?
- My father.
He's locked himself in his room and not come out.
- Why?
- A discussion by a friend of Sigrid.
Jealousy.
- Hello Gabriel.
- Hello.
What we do, we cancel the trip or what?
I'm sorry, I can not leave him like this.
- Go ye.
- Are you sure?
If you calm down, we'll go later.
In addition, Hampi Maya knows like the back of his hand.
You will not find a better guide.
Lounge.
The bathroom and toilet.
There are no towels.
Television.
The fridge.
Switches.
The control air conditioning.
Lounge.
The towels.
The main switch.
The TV remote.
- What suite you?
- You choose.
How difficult.
Take that.
This part of the city was the royal palace.
The sacred area.
The Tungabhadra river.
We are here.
El templo Virupaksha.
Hazara Rama temple.
Hazara Rama What does it mean?
Many things at once.
You see this frieze?
Elephants are strong and at the base.
Horses are intelligent.
Then the soldiers and end the dancers.
The more you upload, lighter and more feminine ago.
They came the Mughals,
They were six months and destroyed everything.
They are aqueducts.
The water coming from the lake which is two kilometers from here.
The lake is higher, it was easy to bring water
and distribute the holy city.
Maya.
Maya.
Go to sleep in your room.
Seriously?
Let's go.
"Oh la la".
Gross.
We share a car and leave me the way.
Where are you going?
South to Agonda.
It's the name my mother put the house.
- I'm curious.
- Take me with you.
- I do not think your parents like.
- Why not?
Están ocupados peleándose,
confían en ti.
¿Y hacen bien?
Si están de acuerdo, ¿me llevarás?
- ¿Vamos?
- Ve tú.
Es una playa más.
Bueno, ¿nos vemos luego?
Me he despertado y no te he visto.
Estabas felizmente dormida.
He hablado con Sigrid.
Intentó llamarme ayer.
No había cobertura
y llamó al hotel en Hampi.
Le dijeron que nos habíamos ido.
Casi le da algo.
Maya, mentirle es una cosa,
mentirme a mí es otra.
Iba a decírtelo.
Sigrid se lo dirá a Monty
si no vuelves inmediatamente.
No sabe a quién mataría tu padre,
si a ti o a mí.
Pero cree que a ti.
Quiero estar contigo.
No puedo robarte a tu padre,
eres muy joven.
¿Y si te amo?
Escucha.
No quiero enamorarme o tener pareja.
Ni nada parecido.
No voy a vivir contigo en Goa.
- Puedo ir contigo.
- No puedes.
¿Por qué no? Estoy libre.
Puede ser.
Pero soy reportero de guerra.
Es mi vida.
Te vas a Sídney dentro de una semana,
está bien.
Debes estudiar y crecer.
Entonces sabrás lo que quieres.
Cuídate.
- ¿Todo bien?
- Sí.
- ¿Estás en Estambul?
- Desde anoche.
A ver.
¿A qué te recuerda?
- A ver, ¿es el Flash Hotel?
- Exacto.
¿Sigue el recepcionista depresivo?
Me ha preguntado por qué no estabas.
Tenía lágrimas en los ojos,
yo también.
He visto a gente,
los turcos están jugando.
Apoyan a grupos yihadistas
muy hardcore.
Se infiltran exmiembros de Al Qaeda
en la rebelión.
- No huele bien.
- ¿Qué dicen los periodistas?
El ambiente se degrada,
Erdogan los amenaza
y saben que acabarán en la cárcel
o con un disparo.
Ayer vi a Ozay,
pasamos la velada juntos.
- ¿Te la has tirado?
- Ya vale.
La han despedido,
la amenazan de muerte,
pero no se protege.
Discutimos.
Le gustaron tus artículos
en el Daily Beast.
¿Cuáles?
Los últimos,
antes de que nos pillaran.
Si vienes, cenaremos los tres.
Para ir de carabina
y que me maten al salir.
¿Y tú, va todo bien?
Va.
¿Es tu casa? Enséñamela.
Mira, el salón.
Sí.
Ahora el dormitorio.
A ver la mesa.
- Vaya, has vuelto a los pitillos.
- Mejor eso que tus somníferos.
Me inspira, mira, escribo.
Y tu texto con mis anotaciones.
Bien.
- Dijiste que tengo una habitación.
- Ahora.
Es esta.
Te falta el jardín.
La vista...
Pero la mía es mejor.
Es aún mejor con sonido.
¡Vamos, vamos!
¡Déjame chutar!
¡Es mía!
Venga, Nagma, para ti.
Tienes la pelota, ¡chuta, chuta!
- ¡Bien!
- No vale.
Gabriel.
10 MESES DESPUÉS
Ha llegado Maya.
- ¿De verdad es el ahijado de Monty?
- Sí.
¿A quién se le ocurre escoger
a Monty de padrino?
Hola.
Gabriel.
- Cuánto tiempo.
- Qué alegría.
Y ahora tienes un hijo.
- Enhorabuena.
- Gracias.
- Mi marido.
- Encantado.
Hola, Maya.
- Hola.
- Hola.
Sé lo de la casa.
Lo siento.
- Buenas noches.
- Buenas noches.
Gabriel.
Hola, Scooter.
Maya.
- Gracias.
- De nada.
Gabriel, ¿qué es esto?
- ¿No lo sabes?
- No lo sé.
- Es un diábolo.
- ¿Un diábolo?
Ahora verás.
Esperadme.
- ¿Preparados?
- Sí.
- ¡Quiero probar, quiero probar!
- Yo también.
Espera, quiero intentarlo.
Ven.
Por favor.
No me mires así, me haces polvo.
¿Y yo qué? Me trataste mal.
¿Tenía elección? Dímelo.
¿Por qué estás aquí?
Sabías que venía para Navidad.
Tenía que verte otra vez.
¿Y cómo debo sentirme yo?
Lo siento, no quería hacerte daño.
Me hiciste daño.
Vámonos ya.
Mi único y verdadero amor.
Llama al del gas.
Corta la electricidad.
We can wait.
We can expect the distant sky
and see the sun.
See how it rises
in your eyes.
Let's go already,
My beloved companion.
I'm happy being with you.
I've missed you.
But you're leaving tomorrow.
The distant sky.
See the sun,
see lifted.
See how it rises.
How he gets up in your eyes.
We were told that the gods would last.
We were told that dreams would last.
We were told that the gods would last.
But they lied.
Let's go already,
my only companion.
reach
the distant sky.
Children soon
They will rise.
They will rise.
This is not
for our eyes.
Subtitles: M. Grange - S. Bonet