Caramel Page #5

Pretty name, Baddour.

Are you from Beit-Mry?

I have friends from the Baddour family.

From Beit-Mry, yes.

Mr. Samir, the owner of the supermarket.

Do you know him?

He's a relative.

By the way, were you living in Canada...

No.

I'm sorry.

I need your ID card, please.

Or any other ID proving that...

...you're married.

These are the regulations.

Just a second...

Take your time.

It's hot. Can we open the window?

No, darling. We can't. Sorry.

Let's continue.

Now face the wall.

Look straight in front of you.

Sideways.

Now look at the wall...

...as if speaking to a friend.

- Recite the script.

- Like this, or towards you?

Your body still, your face towards me.

My body still and my face towards you?

Yesterday, I met my friend.

She told me, "Your face is glowing.

What's your secret?"

Sorry to interrupt...

...but there's something

stuck on your eyebrows.

I told her, " I am using

the new soap Eve."

It has a freshening effect.

Every evening,

I wash my face with it.

Smile.

You should be happy

about your fresh complexion.

My friend congratulated

me on my complexion.

She told me, "What do you do

to have such a radiant complexion?"

"I use a new soap. Eve."

It's very good in the evening.

It is very fresh.

- Come on, go on.

- I can't.

- You'll be with whom?

- Sorry?

Who you're sharing the room with?

With my husband.

Can I have your name?

Liliane Chakkour.

I need an ID card, please.

Hello. Good morning, Pasha.

I'm fine, thank you.

At your service.

It's okay. We'll be there in five minutes.

God be with you.

Good morning.

A morning full of roses and jasmine!

Any cake left?

My God! What's this place?

What?

Oh, my God!

- Why are you so gloomy?

- Look who's talking!

What have you done to your face?

Just a bit of touching up.

Makeup.

Since this morning...

...like an idiot...

...I've been cleaning

every inch of the room.

I almost bleached the carpet.

I even allowed myself to be taken...

...for a hooker.

And he doesn't even call.

He just sent a message:

"Can't get away from my wife."

What kills me is how stupid I am.

I spend my life waiting for a horn.

A car horn!

- What horn?

- Forget it.

Lucky he didn't show up,

the cake is terrible.

Let me taste.

How many eggs did you put in?

Ten, as you said.

Ten? Are you out of your mind?

Disgusting.

I can't even look into my parents' eyes.

I'm so ashamed.

In the evening they ask:

"Where were you?"

I say, "At the salon."

"When are you getting married?"

What do you want me to tell them?

And I'm still lying to myself...

...thinking that he's going to leave her.

What gets to me, is not knowing...

...who is this woman

that he can't leave?

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