1915 Page #6

You're the last one, miss.

I just feel I'm

forgetting something.

You'll be back soon.

It's only temporary.

You keep a clean house.

Feels like... home.

Colonel, how will my husband

know where we've gone?

What is your name, pretty one?

Ani.

You don't have to worry, Ani.

You'll be safe.

You're in my hands now.

No, no!

Shhh. Everybody is asleep.

All of these people... you are

all being led to your deaths.

Why are you telling me this?

I want you to leave with me.

I want to escape together.

We don't have time, Ani.

Think of the future.

I don't want this, either.

We have been playing the roles

that have been written for us.

But right now we are just

two people in the night.

No one is watching.

Let us escape this madness.

This is our last chance.

On the other side of this night,

there is only death for you...

and damnation for me.

Let us save each other

from our destinies.

But I can never forgive myself.

You don't have time, Ani.

We are all... out of time.

Goodbye, my darling.

We're the descendants

of those who escaped and survived.

We continue to live,

without a homeland...

in various corners

of the world.

We've been living among you, trying to

forget what happened to our families.

And, of course, we pretend

that we are just like you.

This is our greatest role.

But really, we are nothing more

than actors. We are ghosts.

We've roamed the earth 100

years, unable to cope and rest.

Unable to forget our unfinished

business with history.

1915! Never again!

1915! Never again!

The great Simon Mamoulian!

You suck!... Amot!

Listen to us, howling our pain.

Searching for the meaning

of all this madness.

Don't do this, Simon, please!

Listen to me!

1915! Never again!

Tomorrow, when the

Armenians and the Turks wake up...

they must be free

of their ghosts.

We cannot go on like this, possessed

and deranged by our past!

We must settle our score

with history.

We must face the truth

and... move on.

Move on.

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