Day After Day Page #2

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Maybe you can help me.

Depends what it is.

What are you looking for?|- Something unusual.

A present?

A present for my wife, yes.

Know what I was thinking?

Give her that.

What is it?|What is it for?

To film, stupid.

To film what?

How would I know?|The memories. Your memories.

Do you already see me buried,|or what?

What's the matter with you?|Do you see death everywhere?

Maybe give her a TV set?

I've got all the brands, Mussa.|Triton, Sano, Sonyo,

Sanyo, Silora... Metz.

Color, digital.

So she can spend all day|watching the news?

What's over there?|- It's a complete apartment:

Dining room, kitchen,|living room,

bathroom, even a new toilet.

We emptied the house|of some Germans

who went back|where they came from.

Do you sell single pieces?|- Come on,

take what you want,|just pick something already.

Say, Mussa,|are you still seeing Grisha?

Watch your finger.|Watch you fingers!

I'm watching.|- Move your arm off. Move!

My back's broken.|You and your TV sets.

Wait a minute, let's take a break.|- Come on, two more...

Let's take a break.|- Mussa, it's thirty steps, come on.

I don't feel well. - We're|almost there. One more floor.

Be careful.|- One more floor.

So tell me, what's she like,|the doctor?

I don't know.

What do you mean,|you don't know?

Didn't you see her?

Jules, Jules, I can't go on.

Just a little more.|A little effort, Mussa.

Watch out for that cable.|You're stepping on the cable.

Shitty idea.|Stupid present.

Five years together.|It's worth the hassle, no?

Five years... and|what does she get for them?

This monster from hell!

I can't...|- Here, two more steps...

I can't, I can't.|- Two more steps.

Goddammit!

You're a complete moron.

Turn around,|turn around like that.

That'll be easier, no?|Not comfortable?

So turn this way.|Better now?

How are you?|- Fine.

How was your morning?

I start living in the evening.

I prefer the night.|I like nights.

Blood. Earth. Man.|They're all linked together.

Quite the poet.|- Yeah.

I've always been a poet.

Will he come?

You should know that this house|is his strongest childhood memory.

It's worth a fortune.

Come on, let's get going.|He's waiting.

Do you like it?

Everything's complicated|in your family.

First you have to persuade|the son, then you,

and all this|in order to persuade him!

His name is Yussef Abu Warda|and he's my brother.

Look, I'm generous,|and you know it.

But I want to know one thing.|- Well?

Are we here to make a deal|or to get a tan?

So?|- You decide. Take things in hand.

Look, I have to persuade him.

So go ahead.|Persuade him.

It's a good price.

We'll talk later.

I'll call you tonight.

No.

May I come in?

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