Shelter Page #5

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We've been.

Look...

Dad, I know you shouldn't believe me.

I know that I've given you no reason to.

- I promise.

- No, honey. You're lying.

- You're lying, sweetheart.

- Please. Just this one more time.

Please. This time it's true.

I wanna believe you so much, Hannah.

You can.

Dad, you can.

I just need a little bit of money...

and just a little bit more time

and I'm gonna be home.

If I give you money,

then I'm part of the problem, Hannah.

And I can't be part of the problem

anymore. I can't help you, Hannah.

I love you. I love you.

But until you want help...

- ...I can't help you.

- I want help.

I want help, Dad.

- Come see us.

- No, you're lying.

- Come see us if you don't believe me.

- I love you. I love you so much.

I love you. I love you, Dad.

I love you, Dad. Don't go, please!

I can't!

F***!

I... put some cushions

that I found in my garage

in your place there.

Thank you.

I need some money for medication.

Can you help me?

Sure, how much do you need?

Three hundred and seventy dollars.

Okay.

Okay.

What does three seventy get me?

Well, what do you expect for that?

I don't wanna negotiate

with myself, Hannah.

You just tell me what you wanna do for it,

and then we'll come to a compromise.

Merry secular Christmas to you.

How did you do this?

- Never you mind.

- No, really.

- How did this happen?

- It's a Christmas miracle.

Where did you get the money from, Hannah?

- It doesn't matter.

- Because it does.

Don't be angry.

I want us to be happy tonight.

You're better.

I need to know.

I called my father and asked him

to wire some money for a train ticket.

Hannah, you should've bought the ticket.

I called him back. I told him

that I'd lied and explained to him why.

He said tomorrow he's gonna

wire the money for two tickets.

I won't go alone, Tahir.

I won't.

Alright.

Tomorrow we will go.

We're gonna live, Tahir.

I mean, really... really live.

Tonight's our last night with you.

You know there's another storm coming.

We're going away.

Okay.

I'll miss you.

I mean it.

I'll miss you.

Where are you going?

Out west.

Beautiful.

I need five hundred dollars.

Hannah?

Hannah.

Not for me? Not for me?

You f***ing bastard.

No!

Here. Eat.

- I'm not hungry.

- Just some soup?

- While it's warm. Please?

- Stop.

Did you take your meds?

- Tahir?

- Yes.

- They're not helping?

- No.

Okay, let's go to the hospital. Now.

- And then what?

- And then you'll get well.

- Then I go to prison.

- Don't.

And you spend the rest

of your life waiting for me.

Don't!

We've tried too hard for you to do this.

Hannah...

I want you to go home.

I won't leave you.

Listen to me, Hannah.

I have a chance to do

one good thing with my life.

Let me do it.

Lie down.

Come, Hannah. Please come, Hannah.

Come.

Hannah.

Lie down.

Go home to your family.

And I'll go home to mine.

Last night...

I dreamt...

Ibriham put his hand

in the River Ongatu back home.

And the water that swirled

around his fingers...

made its way to Lake Chad...

and down the River Niger...

and into the Atlantic Ocean.

At that same moment...

I put my hand in the East River here...

and our fingers touched.

His little hand...

in my big hand.

I would like to think

I am going to see my son again

and be with Iza...

but I am afraid I am going to hell

for the things I have done.

Or worse, that you are right

and there is nothing.

You are the kindest man

that I have ever known.

You're an angel.

You're not going to hell.

Nothing as perfect as you

could exist without a reason.

For the couple

who lived outside my building.

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