Ali and Nino Page #2

Prince Ali Khan.

I'm afraid it has to be admitted

that, regrettably,

war is extremely good for business.

As you may know, our family were rulers

in this region for nearly 700 years.

Yes.

We have retained enough property in

the city to make us financially secure.

I don't doubt it.

So...

Yes?

I have the honor to ask Your Highness'

permission to marry Princess Nino.

This is genuinely an honor, Ali Khan,

not only for Nino but for our entire family.

However...

I can't help feeling she's still

rather young to marry,

to say nothing of the differences

in background

and in, uh, religion.

I'm...

Sure this is also of concern to your father.

No.

I've discussed it with him.

Well, anyway, main thing is,

the world has embarked

on a terrible and unpredictable war.

I think we should wait to see its outcome.

Don't you agree?

Ali Khan.

Are you all right?

What's the matter?

How dare he?

A hundred years ago, a Kipiani would have

kissed my feet for such an opportunity.

My father will laugh at me.

- He didn't actually say no.

- The end of the war.

This war could go on for 20 years.

- What will you do?

- We'll run away together.

You mean kidnap her?

Well, I'm not against the idea.

It's the traditional way

to settle problems of this kind,

but it should be

the last resort, shouldn't it?

I think...

someone should explain to Prince Kipiani

what a wonderful marriage this would be

for all kinds of political

and cultural reasons.

Who is going to do that?

I can. Leave it to me.

Thank you.

Why did you say the end of the war?

I don't think there is

any need to rush into it.

Everyone says it will be over by Christmas.

But how do you know?

Nobody knows how long it's going to last.

I thought it would be good for you

to have some thinking time.

Why do I need thinking time?

You'd rather just join

his harem without thinking?

But he said he's not gonna

take any other wives.

Nino, don't be so naive.

Once they get what they want,

men don't always remember their promises.

A Georgian, an Azerbaijani,

and an Armenian...

three great Caucasian people.

Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

My wife will tell it to you every minute.

- Gregor, you're bad.

- Tell him. Recite one now.

Recite one of your poems now.

We have the same face.

Really? Oh, I don't think so.

What's happening in the war?

The Germans have occupied Poland.

Russians are advancing on Baghdad.

It's all the same to us.

Well, better than school, anyway.

We have horses. We have guns.

Can't you volunteer for the front?

They won't take Muslim officers at the front

in case we refuse to fire on other Muslims.

And they're right.

I don't want to kill my Turkish brothers.

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