To Each, Her Own Page #7

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I love you, uh...

Geraldine. My name is Graldine.

I love you too.

I was afraid to see you again.

I do not care if you're Jewish

or not, I want to live with you.

I want to marry you.

I'll go.

Hello.

Miss Benloulou, hello.

- Wali is here?

- No, he's gone.

Left ?

He went to see his mother in Marseilles.

He will meet his bride there.

But he did not warn me.

We will buy a restaurant.

Which restaurant ?

Come back.

Listen to me.

I speak to you like a sister.

You know, Wali, white

girls like you,

he knew many.

It never worked.

You are too different.

Love can not overcome everything.

Mixed couples, it does not work.

We are associated. It's not...

I saw a lot, like you.

We get married between us and it's better.

Wali left because he

knew it would not last.

- You do not understand.

- He is right !

You do not even know

where you put your feet.

And even if it worked,

you can not imagine

future difficulties.

Do not think that Wali's family

will accept you.

His mom will introduce him to girls.

All the cousins are your rivals.

So forget it.

Believe me, it's for your good.

It's a bad dream.

You have to free yourself, darling, huh.

Wali does not deserve you.

You are a beautiful girl.

There are many men.

Really, I'm serious. Forget it.

Farewell !

We enter the station of

Marseille Saint-Charles.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- The Blue Marine?

- Yes, go up.

- Hello.

- Hello Madam.

I'm looking for a woman

called Saratou Diarra.

Saratou Diarra...

I do not know, ma'am. Guys !

Saratou Diarra?

[he speaks Arabic]

There are a lot of Diarra here.

She is going to marry her son...

with a girl.

It's better than a boy!

[he speaks Arabic]

There is something, building C.

Since yesterday, they cook.

Building C.

Thank you.

Bye Madam.

Hello. Is Wali here?

Wali!

Wali

it's for you.

Why are you there?

I have to talk to you, it's urgent!

No, here you have to leave.

Why are you gone ?

And the visit?

How are you, Wali?

Who is this girl ?

- I dunno.

- No problem.

- Go away.

- Why are you gone ?

We make love, then you see your girl.

I am an ass plan?

I would not have come if it was.

- You want to dishonor our family?

- It's a misunderstanding.

You can not get married.

You're getting married too, so...

I do not know. I do not know where I am.

Me, I see you're a

f***ing goudou!

Yeah, I'm f***ing goudou

and f***ing Jewish too!

You are a f***ing black Muslim.

So what ?

Do not marry a

stranger to please!

Madam, go to your place!

Let her go, Wali!

It's okay.

Stop, Simone.

It's too late.

- Do not do that. Wali...

- Stopped !

Do not do that !

Simone, it's Claire.

Where are you? You do not answer me.

I thought that you

wanted us to meet again.

Call me back, please.

I'm worried.

I love you.

Simone, it's me again.

I left you at least ten messages.

You can not stay like that,

to tell me anything.

If you do not want to see me anymore, tell me.

I love you !

Dad !

Mazel tov!

Quiet Please.

Nolle, the groom's mum, will

perform a song for her son.

[she sings "Do not leave me"

in Hebrew]

Please.

It is important !

It's good, let go!

- I know him.

- You know him ?

That's what I said.

No !

Hey !

Who are these?

Well, it's...

It is...

It is clear.

It's my wife.

And Wali is...

it's my lover.

- Dad !

- There is a doctor

in the room ?

Yes.

Leave him some air.

Stop, dad.

I prefer you to be a lesbian.

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