Ararat Page #7

a favour in return?

- Who?

- Raffi...

Did he ask you to bring anything

into this country?

- He asked me to bring

those cans.

- And what's in them?

- He said it's film.

- Why did you believe him?

- Ani.

Ani!

[Screaming]

- Close the door.

- Can we turn out the light?

- Why?

- So the film won't be ruined.

- You're still convinced.

- You can feel it in the dark.

- All right, Raffi.

Turn out the light.

Forthe last time,

what do you think is in here?

- Film.

That's what he told me.

That's what I need to believe.

- And what would happen

if you didn't believe it?

- L'd be a criminal.

- And what would you say

if I told you it was heroin?

- It isn't.

- What makes you so sure?

- You'd turn the light on.

- Sir? The arrivals?

The international arrivals?

- You let him go?

- Yep.

- But what was in the cans?

- Would you believe me

if I told you?

- What do you mean?

- Heroin.

- No.

- Film?

- But I don't get it.

You did check the cans.

- Yeah. One.

- What was in it?

- Ah, it doesn't matter,

for Chrissake.

- Dad!

- I trusted him.

- But he was lying to you

all night. He...

He changed his story.

- The more he told,

the closer he came to the truth.

Till he finally told it.

I couldn't punish him

for being honest.

- But he was smuggling drugs.

- He didn't think he was.

- How do you know?

- He didn't believe

he could do something like that.

- Dad...

what came overyou?

- You did, Philip.

I was thinking of you.

- How are you responding

to the people

who say this is all

an exaggeration?

- This film is the kind of film-

- You have a visitor.

...you can do only once

in your lifetime.

Because it tells a story

which is a true story...

- Arshile Gorky was born

in a small village

on the shores of Lake Van.

From the shores of this village,

the island of Aghtamar

was in plain view.

Gorky, as a child,

would go to this island

with his mother,

who would show him

the detailed carvings

on the walls of the church.

- Why are you showing this to me?

- This is the origin,

from the memory of this place,

right to the photograph,

to the sketch,

to the painting.

You told me to go there.

I had to put something in my

heart. If that was gonna happen,

it was gonna happen here.

That I was prepared

to throw my whole life away.

And last night,

as we were sitting in that...

dark room,

as I heard him open the can,

I felt it.

- You felt what?

His ghost.

The ghost of my father.

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