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You look pretty when you smile.

You should smile more often.

Are you afraid of what you might find?

Yes.

But it's better than living

without knowing, like you.

I know what happened.

No, you don't.

- Yes, I do.

You are a stubborn one.

When you are sad,

look in your heart

and you will see

that what you are weeping for

was once your delight.

That's beautiful.

Yes, I like it.

Jubran Halil Jubran.

What's that music?

Did somebody die?

Good morning, Sema.

Morning.

What are you doing?

I'm taking a shortcut.

We are going wrong way.

- So what?

We don't stand chance

of getting to all addresses.

Mama! The water's freezing!

- Quiet!

You must understand her.

She not see the sea for 2 years.

- Really?

It's hard.

She always live near water.

Why don't you take a dip with me?

Go on,

go have fun with your mother.

Join me, join me.

What's wrong?

I was brought up...

and until not long ago

I also believed that

without man,

without obeying man,

I didn't have right to live.

You are...

You are a good man, Max Stoller.

I'm not a good man.

Your mother is a brave woman.

It takes a lot of strength

to do what she's doing.

You should be proud of her.

Is that why she's shaming herself,

knocking on doors of people,

looking for her husband?

I will never do that.

I want to be like you.

Like me?

Anyway,

in the end...

she only has a broken heart.

Let's go.

What are you doing?

She's sleeping.

I checked.

I thought this is what you wanted.

No.

No, I don't want this.

Toilet cleaners

don't attract you?

Deniz...

you've come too close now.

You don't want to give up.

And that comes from someone who's

even afraid to cross the street

to ask a few questions.

I think now I understand

why you are helping us,

even though

you are trying to deny it.

You've got this need

to know what happened

but you don't have the stomach

to see it through,

so you are doing it through us.

Why didn't I see it earlier?

You did.

Maybe.

Anyway, search is over.

I mean, my search.

I finish.

That means you are free.

You can go and not come back.

It's over.

Do you know what it means

when a man drinks alone?

That he's alone.

So how are you?

Like you.

Oh, I almost forgot.

A Harwood?

Wear it in good health.

How much do I owe you?

It's a gift.

We owe you.

What do you think

you'll find there?

Is this you?

Everyone's got

a safe like this, Max.

Is this you

in these photographs?

What difference would it make?

It makes all the difference.

I tried to explain to her that...

no matter what she does,

what she wears,

what music she listens to,

she will never be one of them.

Where is she?

I don't know.

I'll see if I can find her.

I'm happy you came.

Happy birthday.

Happy for who?

Aren't you going to open it?

Get up.

Did the music you listen to

damage your hearing? Get up.

There's only one thing to do.

Make everybody love me?

- Hey.

I don't want to hear you

talking like that.

Nobody make you stay.

Let's go.

Where we go?

- Aha...

Max and his father loved

my Black Forest cherry cake.

So did my mother.

Don't you want a slice too?

No, thank you.

It's been a long time

since you had some.

Since I left.

Hello.

What may I get you?

Coffee, as usual,

and the Richelieu cake.

Aren't you going to taste it?

Sema, when I grew up

I was very much like you.

I had no father,

I was in a new country.

The kids used to mimic my accent.

But the more they laughed at me

the more they pushed me

to succeed.

I don't really care about them.

It's my birthday.

I thought he'd come

or send a letter.

I disappoint him so much

and I can't do nothing.

Then prove him wrong.

If I succeeded, so can you.

Sema, you're far more talented

and almost as good looking.

Thank you.

Open your present.

A paint box?

Max, I'm 13, you forget.

I'm not a little girl.

This is for me?

Really?

It's like yours.

I have something in my eye.

Sema, your mother

must be worried sick.

You should go home now.

Maximillian?

What's wrong with him?

Careful, it's hot.

Thank you, Berta.

You came every Sunday morning.

Your father was a striking man.

Always wore a suit.

I can still see you sitting

on his lap, eating cake.

How you two used to laugh!

Laugh?

You don't remember,

of course.

You were so little...

And that was a time

anyone would want to forget.

He loved you.

I should have known he'd come

down to pay for the cake.

If I hadn't stolen it, the Gestapo

wouldn't have caught him.

He would have left with us.

I never told him

what you did.

But he came here a month later

and paid for the cake.

I remember it very well,

because you had already left

and I was sure

he'd left with you.

Well then where did he go?

If he wasn't captured that day,

where did he go?

Where did he go?

I thought you knew

the answer to that.

No...

I asked him,

but he wouldn't talk about it.

He only cared that you

managed to get away.

But...

you should ask Gunther.

Gunther?

- Yes!

Gunther is dead.

No, Gunther isn't dead.

Wait... I must have

his address somewhere.

He can't be alive

Who is Gunther?

She's crazy, she's senile.

But who is he?

- He was a family friend.

It was he who saved us.

Goodbye Berta...

If you don't believe her,

call your mother and ask her.

My mother...

my mother's worse than Berta.

Don't you want to know

what really happened?

I know what happened. He's dead.

But you are alive.

This is it.

I come with you?

No.

She should have told me.

No, she was right not to tell you.

How can you say that?

A child

who has just lost his father

is forced to escape

from his home to new country,

and now, many years after,

has to face the fact that his mother

loved another man.

And because of that,

his father left him.

She lied to me.

She lied to me.

All those years she lied to me.

No, Max.

Your mother did right thing.

To protect you she protect her love.

Is that what you

would have done?

I found him.

Ibrahim, my husband.

The day we went out together,

at last address.

Why didn't you say anything?

What could I say?

That he's married to German woman

and they have baby?

So what now?

I've got a game to win.

Hi, Max.

- Hi.

How many tickets did we sell?

Only 300.

- Only 300?

Next year it will be 3,000.

I promise.

So... Thomas didn't come, huh?

No, no word from him.

Okay.

Let's beat the Italians.

- Yeah.

Defense! One on one!!!

Tonight the German

National Basketball will play in the quarter finals

of the Los Angeles Olympic games,

against the team that is

one of the favorites to win.

Our correspondent in Los Angeles

is with coach Max Stoller...

In two hours our team plays

against the Americans

Michael Jordan, Chris Mullin

and Patrick Ewing,

so far the strongest team

in the tournament.

Coach Stoller,

how do you like our chances?

I believe

that our chances are good.

We're playing against a great team

and truly,

all we have to fear is fear itself.

But I have a great captain

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