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This long-awaited plane
just landed

after a short stop in Jordan...

We're happy to find you
safe and sound.

Thank you.

How do you feel?

Much better.

Thank you for everything.

Was the flight okay?

What a relief...

...former hostages, now free,

surrounded by family.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Hello.

I'm Dr. Bucher, the internist.

I'll be taking care of you.
We'll run some tests.

Hematomas on the collarbone,

on the inside of the right arm,

and on the thigh.

Take a deep breath.

Good.

A hematoma.

-Your height?
-5'10".

Can you go and weigh yourself?

One hundred
and thirty-four pounds.

Don't worry,
you'll bounce right back.

Can you spell your last name?

D-A-H-A-N.

-First?
-Gabriel.

-Date of birth?
-September 30, 1980.

Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

-Hello.
-Hello.

Let me introduce myself.

Hervé Peyrat, psychologist.
I work with former hostages.

Nice to meet you.

Have a seat.

You were in forced isolation
for a while.

If you need help, I'm here.

How are you physically?

I'm tired.

-You saw your family?
-For an hour.

Sometimes ex-hostages
feel euphoria

which turns into despair
weeks later.

Not really your case.

I don't feel euphoric.

I've met hostages
who are withdrawn too.

-Not your case either.
-No.

Good.
So I'll ask a straight question.

Was being held hostage
a traumatizing experience?

It's not the word I'd use.
I find it...

pejorative.

I don't want to be that victim

who carries his trauma forever.

Yet this episode
will leave many memories.

Some will be painful.

Can you discuss them?

When we got captured...

I keep replaying it.

The fake executions...

the beatings.

The abuse.

Jérôme Andreux's escape
and return.

A reporter with us.

Shrieking prisoners,
fake good news,

being forced to change locations
while bombs were falling.

Besides those moments,

what was most painful
in your daily life?

Feeling guilty.

The boredom, the lack of light.

But the worst was the guilt.

Are you considering therapy?

If necessary,
but I'd rather not.

I'm better with action,
not words.

And yet you work with words.

Words describing concrete
events, tangible reality.

Hours on a couch

talking about my bad memories...

Putting an uncommon experience
into words,

connecting seemingly
disparate parts of your life

can be useful, can't it?

Frédéric and I did lots
of analyzing over four months.

I want something else.

And if anyone needs analysis,
it's our kidnappers.

Perhaps. But for you,
there's a before and an after.

You'll come out of this changed.

You intend to keep working?

I'll have to decide,
but not today.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

How did it go?

The shrink's questions
exhausted me. You?

Now I know I'm a good client.

Next to this,
debriefing will be a joke.

I wouldn't be so sure.

...52, and Gabriel Dahan, 32,

set foot on the tarmac
in Villacoublay.

We're thrilled to be here,
to see the sky.

To speak and walk freely.

We just learned on the Internet

how everyone was so mobilized
to get us here.

He also mentioned
Jérôme Andreux...

Sorry.

I'm so happy for you both.

We have no leads on Jérôme.

We'll fight to get him back.

I miss the village,
boat rides on the sea...

The mayor is wired up.

You'll be greeted like Zidane
after the World Cup.

And your plans, Gabriel?

Not yet.

I won't let him go anyway.

Don't worry.
I'm staying for now.

Naomi, I have a request.

Oh, shit. How can I refuse?

Can you sing?

Uh, no, no.

Gabriel often
mentioned your voice.

How it gave him goosebumps.

I think it was
to make me jealous.

Come on please!

Please!

-We want to hear you!
-Don't be shy.

-Come on, Naomi.
-No, no.

Naomi.

Yes, you can. Go ahead.

Okay, but turn off...

There's too much light.

A diva too.

If you start by teasing...

We drove two hours
to a checkpoint,

which was in fact fake.

Masked men pulled us
from the pickup

and pistol-whipped us.

Ten seconds later,
we were in the trunk
with sacks on our heads.

They drove us to a house.

There, we realized
our fixer had betrayed us.

How did you realize it?

It was simple. Thank you.

At first they wanted
to kill him,

but after we got
to that hideout,

we saw two bearded guys
free him.

Go ahead, gentlemen.

...certain topics
of conversation,

like their emotional
homecomings,

and the brutal conditions
of their captivity...

The Foreign Affairs minister
says no public money

was used to free the hostages.

How was the evening news?
I didn't watch, as promised.

It was tough.

Fortunately Fred was there.
It's not my thing.

People will recognize you now.

You'll need sunglasses
and a baseball cap.

They'll forget soon.

I hope.

And how was your lunch
at the Elysées?

Fine.

I like Hollande.

He's witty. He made us laugh.

He comes off so poorly on TV.

Big problem for a president.

I'm going home.

No.

Please...

It's better.

Why?

Remember, we had separated.

For the right reasons.

I've forgotten them
over four months.

You said living with me
was hell.

It's different now.

You wanted a child.

Stop.

Forgive me.

My love.

Tell me.

Tell me, I want to know.

There was a sense
from this source that she kind
of overestimated her ability

to woo them over
on the question of Benghazi.

I mean,
that was a really big...

Worst economy sense,
the great depression...

...to make sure
their four months of captivity

will have no major effects
on their health.

Two days after returning
to France,

they can now fade from view,

with heartfelt thoughts

for Jérôme Andreux,
still hostage in Syria.

So this is it.

Good luck.

Thanks for all you've done.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye.

-Ah. You're quite a talker.
-They took forever.

They seem pessimistic
about Jérôme.

Last night I dreamt
he was executed.

In my dream
it was a kind of release.

I woke up sobbing. Maybe
because he's still there or...

because I'm ashamed
I dreamt that.

-Leaving for Sète?
-Yes.

What'll you do
besides fishing?

Take notes for a book.

-I'd like to write it with you.
-No thanks.

You're the writer.

I can help, reread,

but relive it from scratch
is too much.

It's a good excuse to visit.
It'll do you good.

No psychoanalysis, no book.

My therapy
takes a different form.

I'm going to India.

Really? For how long?

Two or three months.

You kidding?
You'll stay ten days tops.

Fixing up the house
will keep me busy.

How about Naomi?

No, I...

It's over.

After the book, back to work?

I don't leave things unfinished.

You have to pay the bills.

How will you manage?

I'll rent my apartment.
Goa isn't expensive.

-I'm taking the metro.
-Want a ride?

No, it's direct. Thanks.

-Sir, welcome.
-Thank you.

-Toilet, towel, soap,
everything is here, okay?
-Okay.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

-Is it okay?
-Yes, thank you.

Excuse me, Parra?

-Parra?
-Parra? Over there.

Here? Thank you.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-How are you?
-I'm fine, I'm Gabriel.

I'm Kmod.

-My name is Voappa.
-My name is Nagma.

Nice to meet you.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Thank you.

Excuse me, the Nilaya hotel?

That's where I'm heading,
follow me.

-Thank you.
-You are welcome.

-Hello.
-Hello, Diego.

-Hello.
-Hello.

-Monty's expecting me.
-Okay.

-Please have a seat.
-Thanks.

Are you waiting for someone?

Yes.

But I'm early.

Are you the only guest
in this hotel?

I'm not a guest, I live here.

Oh, so you know Monty.

-Are you waiting for him?
-I am.

He's always late. I'll text him

Seems you know him well.

He is my dad.

Oh, you're Monty's daughter?

I am his godson.

-You're his godson?
-Yeah.

Nice to meet you.

-I'm Maya.
-Gabriel.

I had no idea he had a godson.

I left Goa before you were born,
but I used to play with Anjali.

-She is your cousin, right?
-Yes.

She's in Sydney now,
she got married,
they had a baby.

I knew your mother too.

She's no more.
She passed away when I was five.

I know.

You look very much like her.
I... I should have guessed.

-You're French, right?
-Yeah.

I know two words in French.
"Dégueulasse"and "Oh, là là".

-It's a good start.
-I learnt them from the DVDs
guests left behind.

-So you do have guests.
-Sometimes.

Hey!

-How are you doing?
-Wow.

Gabriel!

Mm.

-You met Maya?
-Yeah.

Sigrid, my wife.

-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you too.

-Handsome man, huh?
-Thanks.

-The last time I saw him,
he was this tall.
-Not this tall

-So how's your life?
How's everything?
-Fine.

What about you?
What a beautiful place.

-It used to be a jungle.
-He built everything,
the bungalows, the pool...

-We cleaned up the lands
so we could farm.
-That's impressive.

It's a long story,
but come let's have a drink.

For ten years it was paradise.

But now constant problems
with our neighbors.

What kind of problems?

Well,
promoters bribe politicians
to build condominiums.

-They're ruining our landscape.
-We'll sell, sooner or later.

-If you go, I'll take over.
-Get that idea
out of your head.

It's nonsense.

You can't dump this place,
this was your dream.

Look, it's dying.
It's totally empty.

You don't want guests.
You keep the prices too high.

The Nilaya is our past,
not our future.

-Certainly not yours.
-Come on, don't start.

Maya dropped out of high school
after three years in London.

Now she's studying
with a private teacher.

But we'll send her to school
in December in Sydney, she'll
be staying with her cousin.

Isn't it hard
to have your daughter away?

Of course it is.

But I want the best for her.

Maya's too smart to stay here.

She should be a lawyer,
doctor, teacher...

Anything.

I don't want her
to waste her life in Goa.

When did you finish serving
in the Israeli army?

One year ago.

-And did you fight in Gaza?
-Yeah.

-How was that?
-Very big!

-Just kidding.
-And you? Have you been
in Israel before?

-Hello.
-Hi.

-Hey, hello.
-Hello.

-You found my sunglasses?
-You forgot them in Nilaya.

Sorry for the trouble.

You should have called me.

It's okay.
I was around in Anjuna so...

Wanna grab a coffee?

-I could use one.
-Sure.

-Do you know Sunil's?
-No.

Lemme tale you there.
I think it's the best place
in Goa for a coffee.

Great, just give me a minute

So what do you do in Goa,
except visiting strangers?

I get around, meet friends.

Time goes so fast here.

I dream a lot.

What do you dream about?

I get the most weird dreams.

But when I try
to write them down,
they're already gone.

What do you dream about?

I wish I could dream.

I can hardly sleep.

Is it the heat?

No, it's me.

You read Indian newspapers?
That should put you to sleep.

I love them.

Especially Bollywood gossip.

Let's go?

So what are you doing in Goa?

Are you running away
from the wars? Dad told me
you're a war reporter.

I have been doing it nonstop
for ten years.

I needed a few months away
from work.

Stay quiet for a bit, if I can.

-Don't have a home in Paris?
-I have a place, but I was
never really living there.

No girlfriend?

No.

What about you?

Me?

-No Boyfriend?
-In Goa? No.

-And in London?
-No.

It's surprising.

What?

To meet a pretty girl like you
who could live alone
in a cooler city,

and prefers to go back
to her folks in Goa.

It's my ultra-possessive father,
you mean?

Still...

London was not for me, too busy.

I missed the lazy people of Goa.

Needed to stay closer
to my roots,

to the sea,

my mom.

At least Sydney has the ocean
and the crazy animals.

Wombats.

Platypus.

Koalas.

Tasmanian Devils.

Yeah, cats too.

Are you hungry?

Are you hungry?

Simon, have you fed the cat?

Yes, I fed him.

He says he just fed him.

I was worried about my dad too.

Sometimes he just lets go.

I'm scared he'll go under
if he sells the Nilaya.

See, these are the bunds.

They're meant to control
the balance between
fresh water and salt water.

That's called Khazan Lands.

A traditional form
of agriculture
that has existed for centuries.

-There are a very few left.
-Mm.

Basically
it's coastal saline lands
reclaimed from the sea.

-Am I boring you?
-Not at all.

I love to come here.
It reconnects me
with my ancestors.

-But it makes me sad too.
-Why?

Well, the Khazan Lands
is dying a slow death.

Bunds are not being
maintained properly.

-Because of lack of interest
in farming?
-Yes.

Fish farming is taking over.
They let too much sea water in.

Plus illegal development.

Tourism is killing
traditional agriculture.

Maya.

You ride too fast.

-Hello, Ashani.
-Hello.

-How many times do I have
to tell you to wear your helmet.
-Oh, Dad...

-Where are you going?
-Morjim.

Who's gonna be there?

-Everybody.
-Who's everybody?

Dad, you know, Semnal,
Nandini, Ashish...

Be back for dinner.

Do you wanna come
to Morjim with us?

-Me?
-Yeah.

-Little Russia?
-Yes, but we stay away
from them.

You should go,
keep an eye out for me.

-Go on without me.
-What about the beach?

I'll meet you later.

Okay. See you.

Allah is the greatest.

What do you want to do?

Nothing. What can I do?

-Not coming to the funeral?
-I doubt it.

I can't deal with it.

I'll call Valerie.
I hope she won't be angry.

Don't judge me.

I'm not judging.
Do as you please.

How about you?

I can't wait to leave.
Libya maybe.

- Shall I wait for you?
-No.

I still need time.

And someone?

I'm not there yet.

Hey, you okay?

-I think so.
-You want me
to call an ambulance?

No, thanks.

-You're sure?
-Yeah.

Thank you, Monty. So sorry.

-Don't worry, how's the bike?
-Not good at all.

I'm glad you're not hurt,
you're very lucky.

I know.

Stay with us for a day or two.

We'll give you the fireroom,
it's the best.

-No, it's okay.
-Please do.

We'll get you a new bike
in the morning.

-Hey.
-Oh, hello!

-Hello.
-Say hi to my turtle.

Her name's Scooter.

Hi, Scooter.

He's ten years old.

So, how do you feel?

Stupid.

-Do you want to see my room?
-Show it to me.

Can I listen
to some of your music?

Sure. What do you want?

Something I don't know.

An Indian song.

Actually, I don't listen
to Indian music, but...

let me see.

I'm leaving tomorrow.

-Oh, you're leaving?
-I'll be traveling around India.

Something I've wanted to do
for a long time.

I also need to see my mother
in Mumbai.

-Will you come back?
-Sure.

Would you show me your house?

-When?
-Now.

-No homework?
-Today's Sunday

Hello, sir, are you
the owner of this property?

-Yes.
-Nice meeting you, sir.

Myself Viraj Naik.
He's Mr. Savi Fernandes
and Mr. Ashriwad Pinto, sir.

Pleasure to meet you.

Actually
we are real estate developers

and we are here on behalf
of Chico Vaz from
Easyliving property agencies.

For your information,
Easyliving real estate agency

has 17 years expertise in Goa
real estate development.

Easyliving construction
has completed
more than 30 projects,

ranging from residential,
commercial, leisure,
and corporate buildings.

And now this projects
have become a landmark
in the state of Goa.

I'm sorry,
but it's not for sale.

Of course, but, sir, if you have
five minutes we would like
to explain our vision

because we feel you might
find it interesting.

Not at this time, but thank you.

Sir,
would you mind reading this?

-And you can keep
our business card.
-Okay.

-Thank you.
-Thank you. Bye.

Bye

You shouldn't have taken
their card.

-It's bullshit.
-Why? They didn't look mean.

They are. They're the reason
why my father wants to leave.

Have you lived here?

We lived in Mumbai.
But we came for the holidays.

My mother who didn't work
but smoked a lot of weed
decided to move to Goa.

And she brought me with her.

I love this house, the garden.

When I was seven my mother
fell in love with a man
and dumped my father.

And me.

And then?

I left India with him.
He's a diplomat.

We traveled...
lived in different places.

Maybe you should go home
before your dad starts worrying.

Are we doing anything bad?

Of course not.

But night is falling
and I think you should go.

I'm sorry if I embarrassed you.

That's not what I meant.

Maya!

Do you want some lemon tea?

Thank you.

...23, 24, 25, 26,

27, 28, 29, 30,

31, 32, 33, 34,

35, 36, 37...

Why did you come to Mumbai?

I don't know.

To see you.

I wanted to visit you in Paris,

but your father said
you preferred not.

I wasn't ready.

You could have answered
my messages.

Still working for your NGO?

I take care of street kids.

It mustn't be easy.

No.

There are things
we can't get used to.

It's better not to get attached.
I can't.

-You get to see your own kids?
-Of course.

Do they know I exist?

Come on!

-What did you tell them?
-About what?

About your son
who grew up far away.

I went to Paris several times
over the years.

You were away

or found ways of avoiding me.

Will you go back to reporting?

I think so.

It's all I can do.

What does your father say?

That he'd kill me
before letting me go.

Why does war attract you?

There are lots of other ways
to be a journalist

without getting
your head cut off, right?

Yes.

Why go where there
are dangerous Islamists?

I go where I feel useful.

It's exciting
being on the ground.

In the real world.

No world is more real
than another.

There's misery
and pain everywhere.

I know what I'm saying.
I'm involved in it all day.

We need reporters
to witness oppression.

And then to be used as barter.

So?

What should we do?

Burn bridges and let Syria
close it on itself?

Not pay ransoms and abandon
reporters, like other countries?

Huge sums are spent on hostages

when we can barely
help locals here.

There's no connection.

Money for hostages
doesn't come from NGO budgets.

The government
doesn't spend nearly enough

on humanitarian aid

but for French hostages,
they have slush funds.

Sorry to be so frank.

I can't help but speak my mind.

Next time tell Hollande
to keep the money for your NGO.

Gabriel...

you can't imagine what I went
through during your captivity.

But deep down,
I always knew you'd come back.

I wish I'd been so sure.

You drive a Tata of all things!

-No driver.
-No.

They say I'm crazy.

Indians drive like madmen,
but I'm worse.

I'm in a rush.

I have to pick up Nils
at school.

Want to come? I'll drop you
at your hotel after.

No, thanks.

I'll take a rickshaw.

You don't trust me.

Come see me whenever you can.

Gabriel!

Yes?

Your table!

-Wow!
-Your table!

-It's beautiful!
-Yeah!

-How are you?
-I'm fine.

-I'm fine.
-Yeah.

-Okay, let's put this
in my bedroom.
-Okay.

-Okay.
-Let's go!

And this is for your dad.

- Alright, Nagma?
- Thank you.

-For your dad. Yeah?
-Yeah!

-Bye.
-Bye.

-Bye.
-Bye.

See you, Nagma. Bye.

-Hi.
-You're late.

-Sorry.
-We were just leaving.

Goa's become one big
film studio.

Commercials, TV shows,
music videos, you name it.

I don't know what's worse.

The Goan mob,
the Russian tourists
or Bollywood.

-It's time to leave,
no question about it.
-Then do it.

It's not so easy.

It's our history
and it's my home,
or it used to be.

Before hippies came and brought
trouble with them.

I knew
you would blame it on me.

Candolim beach.

That's where the River Princess
got stranded in 2000.

It took them 12 years
and endless discussions
to finally get rid of her.

In the meantime,
it polluted the entire coast.

They say there was
a ghost aboard.

And now it's left to wander.

-Do you believe in ghosts?
-I don't.

And in God?

I wish I did. What about you?

I don't know, when I'm impressed
by the world's beauty it seems

only a God
could have created it.

But when I think
of all the massacres,
and the disasters,

can't imagine how a God
could have allowed it.

-So, how was your travel?
-Great.

I'm glad to be back here.
I was sick of sitting
in the train.

Did you stop in Mumbai
to see your mother?

-I did.
-And?

And it's too late to start
all over again, she has a life,

she doesn't need me.

Dolphins! Look!

Where-- Oh!

Wow, wow!

Must be close to its nest.

My dad told me
you were a hostage in Syria.

And that it was in the papers
and all.

And?

Nothing. I thought I should
tell you that I know.

Let's go.
They must be looking for us.

They're stoned. We could
take the boat and sail away,
they wouldn't even notice.

Actually, why don't we do that?

Hey! Hey!

Hey, what the fuck?

They were probably
just kids playing silly pranks.

I don't think it was a prank.
I could have been hurt.

And they were not kids.

-You said they were young.
-Yes, but not kids.

And you're sure
that you didn't see the faces?

I am.

Then why did you run after them
instead of calling police?

I wanted to catch them.
It wasn't rational.

Why are you carrying the knife?

-I always have it with me
when I'm traveling.
-But you're not traveling.

Good morning.

-Hey.
-Hi.

-Something wrong?
-My dad.

-He locked himself in the room
and he won't go out.
-Why?

He had a fight with Sigrid
about a friend of hers.
Jealousy, I think.

-Hi, Gabriel.
-Hey.

So what are we doing?
Is the trip canceled or what?

I'm sorry,
I can't leave him like this.

-But you can go.
-Are you sure?

If things cool down,
we'll join you.

Anyways, Maya knows Hampi
like the back of her hand.

You won't find a better guide.

This is the living room.

Sir, the bathroom
and the washroom.

And bathtowel is there.

Sir, TV also.

Sir, here we have a mini fridge.

Sir, neutral light switches.

And...

And air conditioner remote, sir.

This is the living room.

Bath towel is there.

Sir, tea cups and tea
availability is there.

The fridge.

And TV and the remote is there.

-Which suite do you want?
-You chose.

Tough choice.

This one.

Here is the royal part
of the city.

The sacred part of the city,

the Tungabhadra river,

and here we are,
Virupaksha Temple.

Hazara Rama Temple.

What does it mean,
"Hazara Rama"?

So many things at the same time.

Just see the friezes.

Elephants are at the base
because they are very strong.

The horses,
which are very sharp.

Then the soldiers,
and then the dancing women.

The higher up you go,
the lighter
and more feminine it gets.

When the Mughals came,
they stayed for six months
and destroyed everything.

This is all water canals.

The water came from the lake
which is two kilometers away
from here.

The lake is above the city,

so the water could be brought
easily and be distributed
within the sacred city.

Maya.

-Maya.
-Hmm?

You have to sleep in your room.

Really?

Come on.

Oh, là là.

Dégueulasse.

We will share a car
and you will drop me off
on the way back.

Where will you go?

The south, Agonda.

The name my mother trust
with a house.

I'm curious.

Take me with you.

I don't think your parents
would agree.

Why not?
They're busy fighting
and they trust you.

Should they?

If they agree,
will you let me come with you?

Let's go?

You go.

It's just another beach.

So, see you later?

I woke up and you weren't there.

You seemed to happy asleep.

I just talked to Sigrid.

She tried to call me yesterday.

She didn't get through
so she called
the hotel in Hampi.

They said we were gone,

she freaked out.

Maya, you can lie to them
but you shouldn't have lied
to me.

I was about to tell you.

Sigrid said she will tell Monty
if you don't
get back immediately.

And she doesn't know who
he'd kill first, you or me.

Probably you, she said.

I wanna be with you.

But I can't steal you
from your dad,
you're too young.

What if I love you?

Listen...

I don't want to be in love
be a couple

or anything, so you know.

I'm not going to live with you
in Goa.

-I can go with you.
-No, you can't.

Why? I'm free.

Maybe you are.

But I am a war reporter.

And it's my life.

Also you'll be leaving
in a week for Sydney,
and it's a good thing.

Because you have to study
and grow up

and then you'll really know
what you want.

Hey.

Take care.

-You okay?
-Yes.

-In Istanbul?
-Since last night.

Let's see.

Ring a bell?

Let me guess. The Flash Hotel?

Yeah!

Same depressed receptionist?

He asked where my friend was.

His eyes welled with tears.
Mine too.

I met people. Turkish intel
is playing both sides.

They support
the most hardline jihadists.

Al-Qaida and Saddamist agents
infiltrated the rebels.

It's gonna blow.

Reporters talking?

They say it's getting worse.

Erdogan threatens them.
They know they'll end up
dead or in jail.

I saw Ozay.
We spent the evening together.

Ah!

-Did you screw?
-Stop.

She got fired from Milliyet.

She gets death threats
and does nothing.

We got in a fight.

-S he liked your
Daily Beast pieces.
-Which ones?

The ones from Syria
before we got caught.

We'll have dinner
when you come.

I'll be the third wheel,
then get killed.

How about you? All good?

Yeah.

Is that your place? Show me.

-This is the living room.
- Okay.

Here's my room.

Let's see the table.

I see you're smoking again.

Healthier than sleeping pills.

And it inspires me. I'm writing.

Here's your text with my notes.

Nice.

What about my room?

I'll show you.

Here it is.

You have to see the garden.

The view.

Nice, but mine tops it.

With sound it's even better.

Did you score the goal?
Score the goal.

Come on, Nagma,
this is for you!

You have the ball, kick!
Kick! Kick!

-Yeah!
-That is cheating!

Score the goal.

Yeah, we scored the goal!

Gabriel.

TWO MONTHS LATER

Oh, no! Oh, no!
Oh, no! Oh, no! No!

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Ho!

♪ Santa Claus is ho, ho, ho ♪

♪ Where'd he go, go, go? ♪

♪ Inside down the chimney box ♪

♪ Buried in the so, so, so ♪

Come! Maya's here!

-Is he really Monty's Godson?
-Yes!

I'd never have chosen Monty
as a godfather.

-Hey there!
-Gabriel!

It's been so many years.

Good to see you!
Wait-- the baby!

This is my...

-Congratulations. Hi.
-Thank you.

-This is my husband.
-Hi.

-Nice to meet you.
-Nice to meet you too.

-Hi, Maya.
-Oh, hello.

Hello.

I've heard about the house.
I'm sorry.

-Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

Gabriel.

Hey, Scooter.

Maya?

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

Gabriel, what is this?

-You don't know?
-No, I don't know.

-It's called Diabolo. Yeah.
-Diabolo?

I'll show you.

Wait for me!

-You ready?
-Yes!

-I want to try! I want to try!
-Wow!

-Yes!
-I'll try!

One minute, I want to try.

Here.

Come.

Please?

Stop looking at me like that.
It's killing me.

What about me?
The way you treated me.

Did I have a choice? Honestly?

Why are you here then?
You knew I was coming back
for Christmas.

I needed to see you again.

How am I supposed to feel?

I'm sorry, I,
I didn't want to hurt you.

You hurt me.

♪ Let us go now ♪

♪ My one true love ♪

♪ Call the gasman ♪

♪ Cut the power out ♪

♪ We can set out ♪

♪ We can set out
for the distant skies ♪

♪ Watch the sun ♪

♪ Watch it rising
in your eyes ♪

♪ Let us go now ♪

♪ My darling companion ♪

I am so happy
to be with you.

I missed you.

But you're leaving tomorrow.

♪ See the sun ♪

♪ See it rising ♪

♪ See it rising ♪

♪ Rising in your eyes ♪

♪ They told us
our gods would outlive us ♪

♪ They told us
our dreams would outlive us ♪

♪ Let us go now ♪

♪ My only companion ♪

♪ Set out for the... ♪

♪ Distant skies ♪

♪ Soon the children
will be rising ♪

♪ Will be rising ♪

♪ Will be rising ♪

♪ This is not ♪

♪ For our eyes ♪