1915 Page #5

That's all you have to do.

No.

Ani, take the man's hand.

No, I'm not going to leave him.

I won't. I won't leave my baby.

Ani... Sa martoon tserke prne,

verchanank.

Chem, chem karogh.

Voch mi hye kin, cher karogh.

Hasgutsah. Ani,

inkn e ku miyag prgutyune!

Hedo grnas tskel iren.

Payts hima heduh bedk e ertas.

No.

Ani, you're gonna die.

The entire Armenian people are going

to die, because of you. Take his hand.

No.

Let go.

Simon, no! No!

No! Chem oozoom! No.

No! This is my decision!

This is my decision!

Hey, wait up!

Angela, please speak to me.

We can work through this.

Just take my hand,

it's not a big deal.

I can never abandon my son,

Colonel.

You understand that?

I can never betray my family.

Hey, Gabriel.

What are you doing here?

What do you mean, buddy?

You don't care about her.

You're just pretending.

You're an actor.

You're scaring me.

Why don't you put the gun down.

Why?

You shouldn't point guns at

people, even if it's not real.

If it's not real,

then why are you scared?

Simon.

The journalist is not writing

the story, Jeffrey.

Journalist, shmournalist.

I'm worried about Angela.

We all are.

Simon.

Hey Simon, you up here?

Hey, listen, man,

I just wanted to...

Hello?

What am I doing wrong?

Why won't Angela take his hand?

Well, I was thinking, not

to violate the terms

of the Geneva Convention

or anything...

maybe, just once, the man can

take the woman's hand.

No... she has to make her own decision.

That's the whole point of 1915.

She's faced the truth. Now

it's time for her to move on.

What if she doesn't?

If she doesn't,

Jeffrey, then she's finished.

She's trapped forever.

Come in.

Oh, James, it's good you came.

I wanted to see you

before you left.

What if I told you

that the play can go on?

That Angela will take my hand.

What if I told you that

she can finally be free?

What are you talking about?

Look at her, Simon. Look

at what you've done to her.

She had to know the truth.

Not everyone needs

the truth the way you do.

People forget all the time.

About people they love,

about people they've lost.

Some even forget about a genocide, because

that's what they need to do to move on.

This is not moving on. You have

to face the truth to move on.

You don't even want her to move on.

You could never forgive her for that.

All you've really wanted

is to suffer together.

For her to share in your pain.

What do you want from me?

I can't change the way you are, Simon.

You will always live in the past.

But Angela, she can still

have a future.

You know I can save her, Simon.

I can take her away

from all of this.

Ahh... the ending.

You can't bear

the sight of it, can you?

But that's the way

the story ends.

With Angela and me together.

That's the way you wrote it.

Tony.

What?

Huh? What you say is not

possible. Tony's gone.

We have nobody to replace him.

He was never supposed

to play the role.

That's why the magic isn't happening.

Angela's decision is false.

Okay, then who? Who's going

to play the husband?

You know who.

It's not just your baby...

it's you Angela has to leave.

Say goodbye to your wife,

Simon.

Gabriel, are you lost?

I know where I am.

I remember my first

opening night.

Why is she sad?

Who?

Your wife, Angela.

I can tell she is sad.

The woman in that room

is not really Angela.

No?

No.

There is magic in this theater.

Real magic.

Can you keep a secret, Gabriel?

Tonight, all of us, on our stage

and in the audience...

we're going back in time.

We're going to a...

strange and dangerous place.

Angela is already there.

Do you want to go there,

Gabriel?

Angela... Angela,

can you hear me?

You're not my husband.

No.

Can you tell me where you are?

Downstairs.

Angela, can you please come

upstairs. I need to talk to you.

I have to stay here...

with my baby.

You have to go now.

No, Angela,

I won't go, I can't.

Why are you smiling?

You keep calling me Angela.

You have the wrong girl.

What did he do to you?

It was nice chatting.

Goodbye.

No, no, Angela, don't go!

Angela, don't go.

Hello, Ani.

I'm coming to get you now.

No, no.

I'm coming down the steps now.

Please, stop.

I can see you now, Ani.

I can see your little boy.

I killed him.

We fell downstairs.

I... I killed him.

It is a new world we are going

to, a world free of pain.

I can save you, Ani...

but you must forget about your son, and

you must forget about your husband.

Trust me, Ani.

I know the way out of here.

I know the way back.

Good evening and welcome

to the Los Angeles Theatre!

Do you believe in magic, sir?

Of course.

Excellent!

Mr. West, places.

Places, everyone!

Places, please.

We're on in five.

Simon, it's time.

'Tis in my memory locked, and you

yourself shall keep the key of it.

Ms. Lillian,

what are you doing?

Lucky... just an old ritual.

The events that inspired this

play were meant to be forgotten.

Many people, for many reasons, still

wish them to remain forgotten.

But of course, the past never

forgets who you are.

It follows you,

like a shadow, to the end.

Ladies and gentiles,

welcome to 1915.

Ani! What happened?

Ani! Ani!

Oh, we're all right.

We just had a little fall.

Oh, my heart nearly cracked!

What was all that noise?

It's nothing, Mom. We were

playing. How is the garden?

Well, it's the weeds again.

They're suffocating the tomatoes.

I can help you, Grandma.

I'll pull out the weeds.

And son, don't forget.

Rip them from their roots.

So they can never grow

again from the soil.

So they can never grow

from the soil again.

Come, Garo...

we are going to have a big harvest

this year, your father has promised.

We're going to have new fruit.

No! No! You have to go!

Restrain your woman, soldier!

No! No!

This is my family! No!

May I remind you, soldier,

that the empire is at war.

But it is not our war!

It's everybody's war now. The

entire world is wearing uniforms.

Isn't that right, soldier?

I said... isn't that right,

soldier?

He's right, mother.

Armenians have to do

their part.

But we've done our part!

We make this empire work.

Our farmers grow your fruit. Our

architects build your palaces...

and yet you hate us.

Maybe we remind you that this

land isn't really yours.

You take our guns,

now you take our men.

What will you

come to take next?

You're out of time, soldier.

Say goodbye to your family.

I will always love you.

Come back. Come back.

I'll come back, I promise.

I'll come back.

We'll pray for you.

There will be no need for that.

I'm afraid where your husband

is going, there is no God.

You can let go now.

Such a lovely song.

I think of Armen

every time I sing it.

Before we were married, he would

whistle it outside my window.

It was our little secret.

I never dared to come out...

but every night,

I would wait to hear that song.

That sweater, is a little small

for Garo, don't you think?

It isn't for Garo.

Keep walking! You

have a long walk ahead of you.

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