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Come on! Get out!

Move!

Come on, faster than that!

Faster!

Hurry up! Get out of here!

Get out of here.

Hey, you!

Get out of here!

Never mind. Let's go.

Look at him, he's already dead.

He's the one I was telling you about.

He worked on many construction projects. Show him your picture.

I don't know him.

The main hospital in Aleppo is still in flames.

The fighting has been raging for the past five days. in the Salheen district.

Bashar al-Assad's troops seek to repel the rebels.

Witnesses confirm chemical attacks

probably from white phosphorus.

What's wrong with your face?

It's nothing, I just bumped into something.

You need to take care of yourself.

How are you?

How are you.

Nothing changes here in the camp.

It's still a mess.

We haven't had any water for two days.

Again ?

I'll see how I can help you.

What are you going to do?

That's how it is all over Beirut.

That doesn't stop me from talking to you.

How was your week?

Super.

Everything is well organized here.

Germany is taking good care of the Syrians.

Here in Berlin, at least.

This week, We have German lessons every day.

Are you going out a bit?

A little.

Liar !

My son, you know, Lina would think the same as me.

You need to meet people.

It seems there are many of Syrians in Germany.

I'm looking for a childhood friend. A Syrian.

I believe he is in Strasbourg.

We never heard from them again. and his family is worried about him.

We don't want any trouble.

Why are you here?

I visit all the reception centers.

You never know.

His name is Sami Hanna.

But he is also nicknamed Nedim, or Mohammed.

That's him, over there.

No, never seen it.

Are you coming, Yara?

In my family, we're suspicious. people asking questions.

And those who have several first names.

I know, I come from the same place.

I've never seen you here before. Where are you from?

Aleppo.

What's your name ?

Amir.

You don't look like someone who would be called Amir.

Why are you going to so much trouble? to find him?

Can you just tell me if you saw it?

What were you doing in Aleppo?

Why are you asking?

Do you have something to hide?

I was a teacher.

Professor of Literature at the University of Aleppo.

I don't trust anyone anymore. to no one.

Even here, there are men who work for the regime.

Indicators.

Teacher !

You are really Professor of literature?

Yes.

We have a country We left our friends there

Gathering in remembrance of grief

Thinking about snow

To whiten the heights of their solitude...

What to do under a foreign sky

Apart from listening to oblivion

Embroidering our years

Like lace

To suffer from our regrets

In the open air

There was a Sami Hanna in the center,

several months ago.

Are you sure?

He was staying with a friend of mine. He didn't stay long.

But don't get your hopes up too much, It's a common name.

- Do you know where he went? - Non.

Could you ask your friend?

He's not here. I'll ask him tonight.

Can I come back tomorrow?

I'm working tomorrow.

Where?

In the Turkish quarter. Hautepierre. Do you know it?

I live around there.

Help me, I have to stay.

For what ?

This is important. I wouldn't ask otherwise.

Are you really from Aleppo?

Which neighborhood?

To Salheen.

It has to be said that you're not doing well. that you need a therapist.

What happened to you back home?

Prison de Saidnaya.

Everyone says that to obtain papers.

It's not my dream job,

but I'm doing a training course at the same time.

Home care.

Do you work?

I'm looking.

Have you been here long?

One month.

I was harsh yesterday.

Even here, We have to be wary.

I've heard so many stories.

You never know who is on which side.

My friend confirmed it to me that he knew a Sami Hanna.

They have not kept in touch.

He just knows that he wanted to register at university, in Chemistry.

THANKS.

Come back if you want. I finish work early during the week.

For what ?

Why do I finish work early during the week?

- Non... - Why am I suggesting we go over?

Thank you for the tea.

Daysam Jalal.

Houri.

Muhammad Abad.

Abou Ali.

Abou Ali.

You can put me Ghraybeh and tea ?

I was told about a man which could be a match.

He rented an apartment here under the name Sami Hanna.

- Did you see it? - Not yet. I have the address.

It's a working-class neighborhood in Hamburg.

- And you, Munich? - I've exhausted all avenues here.

I've been to the entire Syrian community. The hostels, the mosques...

No trace of him under the names we know.

Can I speak?

We're listening.

There is a Syrian who is studying at the University here.

I feel something with him.

I don't understand Why are you still in France?

We need you in Germany.

There are fewer Syrians in France.

It's easier to avoid being noticed.

He doesn't know we're behind him.

He doesn't even know we exist. He has no reason to hide.

There's something about his voice.

You had already recognized his voice in Stuttgart.

That's not the same.

You told us that you were 100% sure.

It's not just the voice.

We can't change everything. for your intuitions.

You've never seen it either.

And you're slowing us down. while staying in Strasbourg.

The German woman is taking too long to come to your park.

Does it look like the photo, at least?

The photo is blurry, you know that.

So what's wrong with you?

I can feel it.

That's his voice, I tell you.

You're doing whatever you want.

That's not how it is. that they are looking for a war criminal.

Meeting ended.

We are awaiting news from Hamburg.

Mohamed.

Nédim.

Sami Hanna.

You're the one who's in another country. who has stories to tell.

Tell me, what's the news?

For now, I'm waiting.

It takes time.

- What did you do today? - Nothing in particular.

Hamid,

I have nothing else but you.

I went to the University this morning.

It's a huge university in Berlin.

I will be able to resume a master's degree there.

- Afterwards, I'll be able to give lessons. - Really ?

Yes, they have programs to help the exiles.

Afterwards, I had lunch. in a Lebanese restaurant.

The boss is starting to get to know me.

He makes ghraybeh .

You won't believe it, I started running again.

There is a large park in the middle of the city.

I'm happy to hear that.

And you meet people?

A little.

Tell me about it.

There is a Syrian woman

with whom I often speak.

- What's her name? - Children.

- What is she doing here? - She was studying medicine back home.

She will also be going back to work.

- Do you see her often? - From time to time.

Send me a picture of her.

Non.

Why not?

I'm not going to take a picture of her like that.

She's Syrian, isn't she? She will understand.

First, they put a bag on me on the head.

I stayed there for 7 months.

but I never got to see it.

I understood much later that it was Harfaz.

They were taking me to him

once a week.

They tied me to a chair,

with both hands clasped behind her back,

And I waited.

It took him hours to arrive.

Sometimes I would scream.

I told him to come quickly to finish.

Afterwards, The door opened behind me.

He walked slowly.

Twelve regular steps,

to reach me.

And,

two,

three,

four.

He smelled of sweat.

But he was using cologne. He was the only one.

He started by giving me blows to the head and then...

he was hitting the chair so that I fall to the ground.

He was pouring his bottle of water over me...

or...

He was peeing on me.

Then he would go and get the electrical cable.

He took eight steps to the cupboard,

Then he would come back towards me.

Is...

I could hear the cable dragging on the ground.

And I knew...

that it was about to begin.

Sometimes he would lay the cable right next to the water.

And he was pushing it slowly.

Other times,

he hit me directly with the cable.

I felt electric shocks over the entire body.

Because of the water, it was unbearable.

It was burning me all over at once.

And...

I was screaming.

And he was talking to me for...

He was talking to me while he...

Blisters.

Blisters everywhere. Look at my skin, right here.

It burns, it's the acid.

Help me.

It burns me!

It still burns!

At night, when all is silent,

I can hear his breathing.

I can hear the sound of his footsteps.

And,

two,

three,

four,

five,

six, seven steps.

He's here!

Do you remember details that would allow us to identify Harfaz?

He did not stay long in Saidnaya after my arrival.

Two months, maybe three.

It must have been my size.

At around 1.80 meters, 82 maybe.

I could feel his breath when he was standing in front of me.

Isn't that what you wanted?

I just want Leave me alone.

Everyone would like to have a job here.

Look at me.

Do you really think I can Teaching poetic forms, there?

It's the devil.

I don't know what It may look like something else.

I feel like I see him everywhere.

He was the one who asked that the prisoners have a bag over their head.

He didn't want to see faces.

He had never seen a single face.

He said he regretted it of having to hit me.

That he didn't like it.

That he was right there for chemical testing.

Harp.

He was hitting. He was hitting.

The blows always came on the same side.

He broke my jaw.

My brother told me what he had seen. The burned bodies.

The skin melted.

With holes.

On the torso. On the legs.

On the face.

That's what he was doing, Harfaz.

He tested all the acids and potentially deadly gases.

I've been observing him for two months. He goes by the name Sami Hanna.

What do you think?

He doesn't speak to anyone. He never leaves the working-class neighborhood.

He has a strange attitude.

For me, it's him.

Take the time to observe it.

We've already had some false leads. But I am also optimistic.

We need to talk about the situation.

Too many things have changed since we left the country.

Putin imposes his will on the entire world not to intervene in Syria.

I'm just asking the question.

Can we trust the justice system? international under these conditions?

We've been looking for him for two years. And you want to give up?

If we make him stop And that there is no trial?

Or that he is being extradited to Russia?

We set up the group so that he and the others who fled Syria

be arrested and tried.

If you want to give up...

I don't want to give up.

I'm just saying the situation has changed.

And what do you suggest?

You know very well what I'm thinking.

It is up to us to act.

That's him, in Strasbourg.

I know. It's him.

You want it to be him. You're planning!

You hear his voice everywhere.

I felt it.

It's her smell.

You know very well that we cannot rely on that.

- We shouldn't have left you alone. - It's him.

For a year, in Saidnaya,

every week, They were taking me to him.

We know all that.

I could hear him breathing.

I know his footsteps, his scent.

I was blindfolded, But I know him like no one else.

My friend, that's why. that you were offered the opportunity to join the group.

But right now, he's in Germany.

We have a method. There are 7 of us, we divided up the cities.

We don't do things randomly.

He's different! I know him. He doesn't act like the others.

- Listen... - It's Harfaz!

Warning: no names.

You mustn't let yourself be overwhelmed. as in Stuttgart.

In this state, You're going to get noticed.

You never know who's with whom. who knows whom.

You're putting the group in danger.

I am discreet. I follow the rules we have set.

We're afraid you'll crack. It can happen to any of us.

Take a break.

Hamid ? Did something happen to you?

Ah, Mom...

I'm sorry.

This is our day.

What happened to you? I was worried.

No, there's nothing there. Everything is fine.

Did you have a problem? You couldn't have forgotten!

No, I don't have a problem.

There's a lot of noise around you. What are you doing there?

I'm with a friend.

Children?

Yes.

What are you doing?

We're going for a walk.

At the Christmas market.

So I worried for nothing then.

Let me know next time.

- All right. - Come on, the phone is expensive.

- I'll call you back tomorrow. Goodbye, my son.

Good night.

As soon as I start walking, it starts throbbing.

It's the hip.

That's why I don't go out anymore.

Mom...

What if I came to live in Beirut?

What are you talking about ?

I could take care of you.

- I feel far removed from everything here. - Don't say that.

Even if I had Both legs were cut off...

I forbid you to come here.

What matters to me, It's about knowing you're in the right place.

My son,

There's nothing we can do for you here.

You are in Germany to build your future.

Building a new life.

For you.

In my opinion.

For Maya.

For Lina.

You disappear for weeks And you come back just like that, acting like nothing happened.

I just wanted to ask you a question.

You're the only one I have to talk to.

I haven't been to the Christmas market yet. Come with me.

What was your question?

Do you know any Syrians? at the camp of the Bekaa ?

I would like to send medication for my mother.

Is she sick?

The hip.

She needs a painkiller.

I know a Syrian musician

who stayed in Beirut for a long time.

I believe he was in the Bekaa Valley.

He will go to the center for the Revolution celebration.

Come, if you want to meet him.

- Taste it, it's delicious. - No, thank you.

It's lemon honey.

Non.

Go ahead, taste it.

Very good.

I would have preferred that we meet. in another life.

In another life?

If the world had turned out differently.

What would you do? in another life?

I would continue to go and see

clandestine concerts in Damascus.

You were doing that?

What did you do before?

I was playing the guitar.

You see.

What ?

That you can be a normal guy.

A normal guy.

I screamed so much.

He was strangling me so I wouldn't scream.

I can still feel his thumb sinking into my neck.

I feel like I have a brand, There, on the left.

You know,

They released my brother a little before me.

He kept hitting, he kept hitting.

The blows always came on the same side.

The blows always came on the same side.

A day, as he squeezed my throat,

that he was squeezing too tightly

his hand suddenly released

as if he could no longer hold me.

Hello, is there no more room?

No, we're full.

There is a place here.

Make yourself comfortable.

I've seen you before.

You arrived not long ago, right?

A few months.

And you ?

It's for me.

No, it's fine.

Until next time.

Cry too.

Look at.

Everyone has deaths to mourn.

I stayed in the Bekaa Valley for a year.

My mother is over there.

It's tough in the camp.

But I understand. those who want to stay there.

It's like Syria. But you won't be able to send anything there.

- Nothing ? - Nothing.

It's just medication.

Impossible.

And someone trustworthy Who would go to Beirut?

No one is returning to Beirut anymore.

Good luck.

What did you do to yourself?

I haven't lost the habit.

My brother was injured by a grenade fragment.

I changed his bandage every day for months.

Hold this for me, please.

Where is your brother?

He is dead.

May his soul rest in peace.

That's how it is.

He was the one who wanted it to go back and fight.

The body has been recovered. We were able to bury him.

We continue to live.

We all have our dead, don't we?

Turn around a little.

You know, I've seen a lot of them, scars.

Don't worry.

In another life, That's where you would tell me your real name.

So.

THANKS.

Hello, my cousin.

I wanted to tell you that our godmother went on a trip.

We decided that the climate It was too rough here for her.

She spoke to us about your friend's injury.

We are interested in it.

We did some research.

The real Hassan Al Rammah lives in Sweden.

You need to take a photo of your friend's face.

We have made contact with some from his former acquaintances.

If it's him, they'll be ready to tell his adventures.

Now that he knows you,

You need to be even more careful.

If he has the slightest suspicion, It can disappear again.

Would you like some tea?

So it's you.

I didn't imagine you like that.

So you want to go to Beirut then?

The others think that you have the right to choose.

I'm going to be frank.

I was against it.

You've already exposed yourself too much.

I have to go.

We're going to get you a Turkish passport.

But Beirut is dangerous.

Bashar's men are everywhere.

I know.

A deserter has been found

who worked at Saidnaya prison.

He will recognize Harfaz.

He is ready to testify.

But he wants that everything is done live.

No traces.

You show him the photo And you leave.

(in Turkish) Where are you from?

Istanbul.

This is Harfaz.

Don't you recognize me?

Listen, I was just trying to...

Don't tire yourself out.

Syria?

Get out of here.

Come on.

Go to the neighbors' house.

Good morning.

A lady has just come out.

She has a pain in her hip.

Lamina ?

- She's right here. - I know.

That's my mother.

- Can I ask you a favor? - Of course.

I have some medication for her. Painkillers.

- Can you give them to him? - Yes.

- This too? - Yes.

She must not know that I came.

Tell him that it comes from the Red Cross.

- THANKS. - It was nothing.

Neither fire

Neither tears will soothe my grief.

But I will live with your memory forever.

And you will live on through me.

We'll each vote in turn.

"Sun" if you believe in the trial.

"Moon" if you like let us take justice into our own hands.

Moon.

Sun.

Sun.

Moon.

Sun.

Strasbourg,

Your vote?

Sun.

So, the trial begins.

Now, we must transmit all documents to the journalist.

He has our full confidence.

He will be the one to forward the case. to the French authorities.

Now, for us, Heading to Spain.

We have over there a new target on the list.

An intelligence colonel, close to Bachar's cousins.

He was spotted as he was leaving Istanbul.

I'm forwarding it to you the distribution of cities.

You've never been part of a group.

You've never heard of Harfaz.

You didn't go to Beirut this year, nor in Germany.

You arrived in France in September, to find work.

What happened to you in Syria It must stay for you.

There was no prison.

There was no torture.

You went to the library from the University of Strasbourg

to prepare your lessons and learn French.

You are an exile like the others.

No particular history.

You will never see again

those who knew you under another identity.

You never called yourself Amir,

Nizar,

Mr. Fouad,

Bassem Kasir,

Nordine,

Uterus,

Saleh.

Your name is Hamid, quite simply.

You have chosen to withdraw from the group.

And we wish you good luck.

You will never contact us again.

Adieu.

Subtitles: TransPerfect Media France