Every Time We Say Goodbye Page #4

If I am too late, they will ask questions.

All right, but this time, I'm taking you.

This is as far as we can go together.

When can I see you again?

I have to see you again.

How about the weekend?

I can't leave my house on the Sabbath.

- Which Sabbath?

- My Sabbath. Saturday.

Sunday, then. That's perfect.

They never schedule operations

for a Sunday.

- What operations?

- Oh, nothing.

We just take the planes up

to make sure they can still fly.

I think I can get a car.

- David...

- No, Sunday.

In front of the caf. I'll be there at 9:00.

You get there when you can.

I'll wait for you.

What's the matter, little dove?

Nothing.

I love you, that's all.

Get up now.

You're too old

to be sitting on my lap.

You're back.

Where have you been?

Nowhere.

Where's this nowhere?

Nessim was looking for you.

He said you left the match

before the end.

It was horrible!

I couldn't stand it.

Who won?

Your brother. Who else?

These fights will be the death of me.

Did you see his eye?

It's all black and swollen.

Where's everybody?

Gone to celebrate.

- What about you?

- I'm celebrating here with Grandma.

Have something to eat.

I'll bet you're hungry.

No. I'm not.

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

Your daughter needs a husband.

What are you saying, my soul?

She's barely 18.

I was carrying your child

at her age.

If we don't watch out...

she'll come home one day

with her belly full.

It's you, little bird?

I couldn't sleep, Grandma.

It's too hot.

You sit out here for hours on end.

What do you think about?

Nothing.

Things just go 'round in my head.

That's all.

- What is it, little one?

- Nothing.

No. It's not nothing.

You know it's not.

Does it show?

Who is he? The American?

I was afraid of that.

What should I do?

What is there to do?

He's going away soon.

Would it be wrong to see him again?

Don't ask me what's right

and what's wrong.

I never could tell.

And don't expect anyone

to understand.

But you understand.

Don't you, Grandma?

I understand all too well.

My heart aches for you, little one.

Why is life so difficult?

Why do I feel happy,

just the same?

This is beautiful. And cold.

- Yes, it's very cold.

- Yes, it is. This is very, very cold.

Where are you taking me?

- You'll see.

- Where?

See, it is cold. Sorry. Told you. It's cold.

Oh, you're wet.

Is it very strange

being so far away from home?

No. Felt like a stranger there, too.

Like I was living in a country

with only one citizen.

As of now, two citizens today.

Well, I'm honored.

- Does this place have a name?

- Ein Gedi. It's biblical.

Everything here is biblical.

Ein Gedi, that's Saul and David.

- We Presbyterians, we know our Bible.

- Especially the son of a priest.

- I forgot about that.

- Yeah. Well, we call them ministers.

Or parsons, or reverends.

The reverend.

The Reverend Thomas Bradley.

- Tell me about your father.

- My father?

He's a very admirable man.

He's very principled.

I don't suppose you know

what The Grange Movement is.

Do you? No, of course not.

He's a socialist.

- You know what that is, right?

- Really?

Every Russian and Polish Jew

in Palestine is a socialist.

- Yeah, well, not your family.

- Good heavens, no.

To share everything and be poor together,

this is madness.

Why were you bound to disappoint him?

Well, he...

Because my father believes

that God is just and merciful.

And that the world

can be remade in his image.

And you don't?

I think God has a lot to answer for.

And I don't think you can change the world.

Not much, anyway.

Well, this is the place.

Are you sure it's all right?

Well, you're the one who said

you couldn't go home looking like this.

The bath is completely private.

No one will disturb you. Not even me.

If you need anything, just holler.

Don't be angry. Please.

- But I have to.

- I know. I know.

You have to get back home.

- You're angry.

- No, I'm not angry.

- Tomorrow?

- Yes.

When?

After work.

Here?

Yes.

- No!

- Wait. Hey.

No!

No!

What is this? What are you doing?

Stop it! Stop it!

Vandals! Hooligans!

Oh, my God! Lieutenant.

Is it true, child?

Tell your papa.

Speak up!

What were you doing in his room?

How long has this been going on?

Oh, God! Why do this to me?

What did he do to you?

Answer me, b*tch!

Stop me, or by God, I'll kill her!

Where's the swine?

I'll tear his eyes out!

- Where's the assassin?

- Sarah, I beg you!

Tell them it's not true!

The son of a priest too.

A curse on him.

I'll fix him good! Just wait!

It's not true!

I don't believe it! It's impossible!

It's a mistake!

Tell them it's a mistake!

An American in a British uniform.

What can you expect?

How far did you go?

Look at me!

Are you still pure?

Have you slept with him?

Please, Mama, I love him!

Did you hear that?

She's lost! She's dishonoured!

My own daughter, a whore!

She's without shame!

Stop, woman!

I'll kill you!

I'll tear your heart out with my hands!

Enough, woman!

You call this love?

You've lost all sense of decency!

I'll root this "love"...

out of your body...

with a red-hot iron!

I'll teach you to behave...

like a prostitute!

You're no longer my daughter!

You're dead!

I'll never forgive you!

You've ruined my life!

Have you all gone mad?

Why are you torturing her?

So what if she loves an American?

Why not stone her while you're at it?

Shut up, idiot!

You just don't understand.

I understand you're a stool pigeon.

That's enough!

Go to your rooms, all of you!

You, woman, get your mother to bed!

I did nothing wrong, Father.

- Don't you believe me?

- Yes, I do.

- I love him.

- You've already said that.

It's the truth. I can't help it.

True love is marriage.

Could you be his wife?

Would he marry you?

I don't know.

A man is made for one woman only...

and to be the father of her children.

You hardly know him.

I know him with my heart.

I'm sure he's a good man.

He's good-looking too.

A lover is always better-looking

than a husband.

Poor Nessim.

How can I marry Nessim?

He's like a brother to me.

"Oh, if only you were

my own true brother...

then I would kiss you...

and no man would despise me."

The Song of Solomon.

You see, my little dove...

true love means coming home...

to find him waiting for you.

He takes your hand, talks to you...

gives you strength.

Young women are lead to believe...

that love is pure spring water...

and marriage a sewer.

Papa, I'm so tired.

I can't think any more.

All I want to do is sleep.

What are they gonna do to her?

Those guys

did a really professional job on you.

There's hardly a mark.

- Don't you think you should see a doctor?

- No!

Victoria, I've asked you three times now.

What are they gonna do to her?

And I've told you. They'll scream a lot.

- And maybe beat her up a bit.

- Beat her up?

David, you don't understand these things.

They will be very, very angry.

So, maybe give her a few slaps.

But they'd never injure her.

They really do love her.

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