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 fucking 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?
Fucking 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 fucking 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?
Does she suffer from migraines?
No.
- Memory loss? - No.
Loss of balance?
No.
Absent-minded?
She's always absent.
No, she was never absent.
Wahab, come.
Just get out of my sister's way.
Son of refugees, where do you think you're going?
Nicolas, stop!
Go back to your country.
Wahab!
We'll leave your hide in your camps, believe me.
Give me.
- I want to kill her. - It's mine to do.
You have sullied the family honor.
- Enough!
Go home!
Outside.
What have you done!
You have humilliated us! You have sullied the name of our family!
Why God have you plunged us in the dark?
My God, what have you done? Why did you do that?
What will I do with you! You want me to kill you?
I'm pregnant, grandma.
- My God, everything is black. Why?
Why have you done this?
Do I have to kill you?
What will I do with you?
Come.
Eat if you want your child safe.
Listen to me.
There's nothing here for you.
I'll help after the birth.
I want you to go away.
You'll go to live with your uncle Charbel.
There, you'll go to school.
To learn to read, to learn to think
out of this misery.
Promise me and I'll help you.
Promise me you'll go to school.
I promise you, grandmother.
I promise.
Shh.
Look carefully at your mother. You'll have to recognize her.
I'll find you one day. I promise you, my heart.
Be careful. Don't worry.
Come on, it's time for you to go.
I feel that something terrible is coming ...
One day I'll find you, my son.
I received a message from my friend Niv Cohen
but I can't help you
because at the time,
I taught
History of Mathematics in Paris.
Specifically, the period
where Euler had succeeded
to give the first
formal mathematical resolution
to the problem of the seven bridges of Konigsberg, yes.
Diderot defied the Court
saying:
"Gentlemen ..."
I-ft plus
Equals zero.
So, God exists!"
Niv, Niv, Niv ...
Hello! Do you speak French?
- Yes, of course! - Can I help you?
Uh, yes, I am looking for someone who would have known this woman.
She studied here maybe 35 years ago.
Are you kidding me?
I wasn't even born.
Well, you're in the wrong place...
I'm not kidding.
I'm sure you know someone who can help me.
I have come from far away.
Please. Her name is Nawal Marwan.
You are very kind.
I'm not nice, I want to get rid of you.
Najat, that's me.
You have time to waste?
That tells me something.
She may have worked in the campus newspaper.
It's been a long time.
People who leave usually change identities.
It is striking nonetheless.
Your mother was photographed in Kfar Ryat.
Look here.
This is a sign of Kfar Ryat.
It is a prison in the south.
You do not know Kfar Ryat?
- No.
You're definitely not from here.
You don't know the South.
If the international community
does not intervene now
The refugees in overcrowded
camps at the border ...will be massacred.
She has arrived.
OK.
We, the students, are oppose against the Nationalist Party
that are trying to evict the refugees across the borders.
The National Party supports
militias of the Christian right,
who make open threats against the refugees.
In the South, the refugees are now armed.
And have the support
of much of the country's Muslim population.
But you ...you're a Christian.
We are for peace.
Religion has nothing to do with it.
Nawal!
Put the radio! They've come to close the University!
The Nationalists have closed the campus!
Nawal, come back.
Stay here.
Uncle Charbel, the Nationalists are closing the campus!
There will be clashes.
Stay with me.
There is shooting outside ...
To the table, girls!
Mom, they're attacking the university!
It's not a reason not to eat!
Aioua?
Christian villages were attacked in the South this morning.
May God protect us!
That's why they closed the university.
In short time, it will explode here as well.
We'll go to the mountain until it calms down.
For how long?
We start tomorrow.
The rest of the family is already there.
And the school?
Anyway, the school will close.
Only God knows how long.
And Le Journal?
Don't be afraid.
Le Journal can survive without us for a while.
But ideas only survive if someone is there to defend them!
Exactly, Rafqa.
Exactly.
There are only two orphanages in the region.
I will join you soon.
You will not go there now!
You had promised Grandma you would finish your studies.
You heard your father.
It's going to explode across the country if they attack the camps.
The studies are finished.
I think of him every day.
That's my child.
I want to find him alive.
I'm going to fetch water from Shadia.
Hurry, Nawal.
- Your name? - Nawal.
- Nawal what? - Nawal Marwan.
Where are you going?
South.
What for?
To meet my husband.
Wahab.
You have only daughters?
The older boys are in Kfar Kout.
You should go with us. Kfar Kout was attacked yesterday.
Looking for the orphanage. You know where is it?
There.
The children? Where are the children?
You should speak with those who were there.
The muslim villagers fled to the camp Deressa.
They fear reprisals will come.
The children may be with them.
Chamseddine and his men killed all the Christians to avenge the refugees.
Perhaps the children are in Deressa.
Can you take me to the camp in Deressa?
I am a Christian.
My daughter! My daughter!
Mom!
Hi, Simon, it's me!
I am in Mama's village.
I wish you were here with me.
Listen.
Oh, I'm sorry, I do not understand.
I told you never to come here again!
Hello!
Souha?
Ahmed loves you! Ahmed loves you!
I told you not to say that again!
Hello.
Can I help you?
Hello.
Does anyone speak French or English?
Where's Sami?
Marhaba! Marhaba!
Hello! Hello!