Incendies

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I'm glad to see you.

Please.

THE TWINS:

Last will and testament of

Dr. Nawal Marwan.

Opening of the will to

her two children,

Simon Marwan and Jeanne Marwan.

"In accordance with the will,

regulations and rights of

Nawal Marwan,

the notary, Jean Lebel,

is named executor."

Hmm ... I must tell you here

that it was your mother's decision.

I was personally against

it, but she insisted.

You know ...

... your mother was more

than an employee.

To my late wife and me

you felt more like part

of our family, so ...

I could not refuse.

Hum!

"All my assets are to be

shared between the twins,

Jeanne and Simon Marwan."

"The money is to be equitably

shared"

"My furniture distributed by

mutual agreement."

"Burial"

"Notary Jean Lebel will

bury me without a coffin, naked

and without prayers."

"My face turned towards the ground,

my back against the world."

"Tombstone and Epitaph"

"No headstone is to be

placed on my grave

and my name engraved nowhere."

"No epitaph is deserved for those

who do not keep their promises."

"To Jeanne and Simon"

"Childhood is like a knife

stuck in the throat

which cannot be removed easily."

"Jeanne, notary Lebel will

hand you an envelope."

"This envelope is for your father."

"Find him

and hand him the envelope."

"Simon, the notary will

hand you an envelope."

I've heard enough.

Oh ... but it's not finished.

Continue.

"Simon, the notary will

hand you an envelope."

"This envelope is for your brother."

"Find him and hand it to him."

"When these envelopes

have been handed

to their addressees, a

letter will be given to you."

"When the silence is broken,

and the promise kept

a stone may be placed

on my grave

and my name engraved on

the stone."

I admit it's a bit strange.

Is there stuff to sign?

No, not today.

OK.

Thank you, Jean.

- Shall we?

- Wait.

You know, the history

of our father.

You know, we have no brother.

Why did you let her write this?

I understand your surprise.

It's ... it's very surprising.

Stop pretending to be innocent!

We know that we speak of, there is

nothing surprising in this.

We did not make these

things up, Simon...

They are part of a will.

There's that, too.

Well, this morning your mother

gave us something rather special.

We'll sleep on it, then ...

We'll meet again, huh?

I'll wait outside.

Thank you, Jean.

Sit down, Simon.

Look, Jean ...

your secretary, she loved

working for you.

She did this well all her

life, congratulations.

Your secretary, however, was also

my mother.

Then her job as a mother,

that's another story.

Simon ...

You can bury your secretary

in any way you wish.

But my mother, I want her

buried in the normal way.

For once in your f***ing life

make it something normal.

This is not negotiable.

Take your time.

And come see me when Simon

has calmed down.

I know it's very unusual, but ...

your mother was not crazy, Jeanne.

We have a large family now.

She spoke of a traitor?

In a big family, there's always a dog.

How long will it be before we

find the traitor?

F***ing crazy woman!

I'll fix that with Jean.

Fix what?

We'll give her a

normal funeral.

We'll take care of her, then

I'll take care of you.

Where are you going?

You bury her any way you like!

Oh, stop!

You feel guilty because

you were not there

when she died.

You feel guilty because

you were there

when she had her accident.

You need to stop you feeling

guilty for everything!

I am not feeling guilty

about anything.

Do you realize the significance of

what he just read?

Well, she's gone!

It's over, I'm at peace!

I have f***ing peace!

I'm at peace now.

Yes, I see.

Mathematics as you

have known so far

have aimed to achieve a precise

and definitive response

to precise and definitive problems.

Now, you are about to enter into

entirely different adventure.

The subject will be

intractable problems

that will always lead

to other problems just

as intractable.

People around you will

repeatedly insist

that what you are doing is

hopeless.

You'll have no argument

to defend yourself,

because they will be of an

overwelming complexity.

Welcome to pure mathematics,

the land of loneliness.

This is my assistant,

Miss Jeanne Marwan.

Hello!

We will start with the conjecture

of Syracuse.

What does your intuition

tell you?

Your intuition is always right.

That's why you got potential

to becoming a real mathematician.

But over there, you'll need help.

Do you have any family there?

- Contacts?

- It's ridiculous, Niv.

You've come to learn that

a) your father is alive;

and b) you have another brother.

This is ridiculous

What is ridiculous to question

the inevitable.

You need to know.

Otherwise, your mind

will never be at peace.

And peace of mind has nothing to

do with pure mathematics.

You need a starting point.

My father died during

the war in Daresh.

That's the unknown variable

in the equation.

You never start with the

unknown variable.

My mother used to speak about

a village

called Der Om, in Fouad.

She graduated in French

at the University of Daresh.

If she studied, there is hope.

Said Haidar.

You'll go knock on the

door Said Haidar

an old friend of mine who

teaches at Daresh.

You can trust him.

What are you doing?

Mom! Are you Okay?

Madam, that's my towel, please.

Mom?

Mom!

Mom?

What happened?

Where's Jeanne?

Mom?

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