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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I've met hostages who are withdrawn too.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 ♪