Noces Page #4

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Yes.

I'll say this one last time.

To be totally clear.

Imran was the first one you spoke to.

The second was Tanver.

The last one was Adnan.

The one who is nice.

The one who speaks French.

The one you like best.

Adnan's the one you like best.

Yes.

Perfect. Then Adnan it is.

Yes.

Tomorrow morning,

you will talk to him on Skype.

Is everything clear?

Crystal clear.

Good.

It's time to sleep.

- It's Zahira. She slept at Aurore's.

- Thank God.

I'll go get her.

- Is she coming home?

- Don't worry, I'll bring her back.

- What did she say?

- Dad, I'll handle this, OK?

I spoke to my father.

He'll be home later than expected.

He won't be here until Wednesday.

- Did you tell him?

- Of course.

Since my mother left,

we've got plenty of room.

I've got to thank you.

It's Amir.

I'll talk to him.

Well?

Well...

She's not coming home.

- What? What did she say?

- She said...

she'll come back

if we don't force her to marry.

And that she loves us.

Is that all?

Yes. She doesn't want to marry, Dad.

If we want her to marry,

she won't come home.

What's wrong?

Zahira's staying with Aurore.

She doesn't want to marry.

- What?

- You heard me.

She refuses to get married.

My God.

No.

This can't be.

Stop. Don't hurt yourself.

Stop, Dad.

What a shame.

Stop.

She'll be the death of us.

Stop.

She's the bane of our lives.

This is Zahira.

I can't answer right now...

Stop it.

This is Zahira.

I can't answer right now...

Stop it.

They slammed doors

as they returned,

laughing loudly in the hall.

They passed before you,

insolent and spineless,

smelling of wine.

Once, I hid behind a door.

It was early in the morning.

We had just got up

and they were returning.

Polynices saw me.

He was pale, his eyes shining,

so handsome in his evening clothes.

He said to me:
"Oh, you're here?"

He gave me a big paper flower

he had brought home.

And you kept that flower, didn't you?

Last night,

before you crept out,

you looked at it for a time

to give you courage, didn't you?

Did you know your brother?

I knew

you would speak ill of him.

Very good.

You can sit back down.

Now, you have one page

to answer this simple question:

In what ways

did this great tragic heroine

go beyond her time and place?

You have one hour.

Zahira.

- You must come home.

- Leave me alone.

Your mother hasn't eaten since you left.

Stop.

You must stop. You.

Aren't you ashamed?

Ashamed for us?

I'm telling you, Zahira.

Either you come home or you die.

Is that clear? Understand?

Let go of her.

Hey, calm down.

Get off her.

- What's going on here?

- Stop this. Sir, who are you?

- What got into him?

- Nothing.

- I'm going to call the police.

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