Under the Bombs Page #3

- How much?

- A hundred.

If you don't mind...

could you pay me

for the day as agreed?

We said, "per day", didn't we?

Here you are, you pay.

It's our best room.

...breach of the ceasefire,

Israeli commandos have attacked

Hezbollah positions

in East Lebanon.

An Israeli officer was killed.

Several people were injured...

They start again

after the ceasefire?

They respect nothing,

the bastards!

Three Shiite fighters

were killed in the attack.

The Lebanese Prime Minister

has lodged a complaint

with the representative

of the United Nations in Beirut

wondering how the Israeli army

would react

if the Hezbollah had been

behind the attack.

- They're going to bomb us again?

- For sure!

It's silly to poke a wasps' nest!

I won't be able to sleep.

Not until I find Karim.

And to think

I'd taken the house keys!

And the door,

that's all that's left!

Poor Maha.

Two days under the rubble,

can you imagine!

She loved that house.

After our parents died,

she moved in.

She used to say,

"Karim must live here...

"like us, when we were kids. "

What made me send him here?

Karim's alive, that's important.

Imagine what he's been through.

Don't worry, I'm going to bed.

Me too.

I'll call you tomorrow.

Sorry...

I'd like to apologise...

for...

the 50 dollars.

I'm not...

Usually, I'm not like this...

But some clients

are real bastards.

I've been conned before.

I'm not a bastard, sorry.

Usually, I'm...

It's cold.

Good night, Tony.

You too...

Madam.

"Excuse me, Madam...

"You give me 50 dollars?"

Very classy!

In your vest and shorts!

That's the way

you're going to get her?

I brought you a pillow.

Thank you, I'd forgotten.

What's the matter?

Anything wrong?

I'm scared.

The noise of the wind

reminds me of the planes.

You want to come in?

There's no wind in here.

Come in.

Shy?

No!

No!

What's the matter?

Karim's dead.

He was looking at me.

His eyes were wide open.

He was frozen.

He's dead.

Calm down.

It was a nightmare.

I was holding him in my arms.

I was dead too.

They wanted to take him away,

wrench him out of my arms.

They took him

to lay him in a coffin.

They took him away.

Calm down,

it'll be daylight soon.

They could have put us together.

Why separate us?

Why wasn't I there

when the bombs were falling?

Drink.

You must sleep.

You have to be strong

for tomorrow.

Do you think I'm chasing a shadow?

That's his picture.

We have records.

We have lists.

We are watching everything.

You can be sure we'll take

all necessary measures.

We'll do our best.

Tomorrow the first French soldiers

will be here.

It's the kind of event

that attracts journalists.

Your journalist might be there.

- And you, where are you from?

- Me?

From Qlaiaa.

- In the South?

- Yes.

- We're all children of the South.

- Welcome.

Yes, children of the same country.

God bless you.

We're going to do

everything we can.

As soon as we hear anything

we'll tell you.

- Do you know him?

- No, why?

Just an impression...

He knows where I'm from.

I know where he's from.

He can get stuffed!

Don't get too close.

Don't touch. Inform.

Qlaiaa is an SLA stronghold.

He's more likely to enquire about me.

Were you in the South Lebanon Army?

We've got to fill up.

Not me.

My brother.

I'll be back in ten minutes.

Ready-to-wear

"Promises held"

Hello!

I have "Fatme Majed" here.

From Kherbet Selm.

There are some unidentified bodies.

Maha!

Maha Noureddine.

Where do I ask?

Who's got the names?

Ask the doctor, he's got the names.

Maha Noureddine.

You have the list?

Maha Noureddine?

She was sent to Kherbet Selm.

- Where?

- To Canaa.

Canaa can bury its dead.

It took 19 days for the people

of the small Lebanese town

to be able to organise the funeral

of their victims.

The 29 civilians,

mainly women and children,

killed during the Israeli air strike

on 30 July

were buried today

during funerals,

where the flags of Lebanon

and of the Hezbollah were flying.

The tragic episode of the war

between Israel and the Hezbollah,

was condemned unanimously

in the world.

Once the uncertainty about the number

of victims and the attempts

at recuperation are over,

it will finally lead to peace.

Israel, Israel,

The enemy of the Muslims...

America, America,

the world's great Satan...

When you call us, Prophet Hussein,

we answer "Present"!

- Who are you?

- Hezbollah!

- Your leader?

- Nasrallah!

Let them bury her themselves.

They didn't ask her opinion.

Nor mine either.

Even for this war.

No, it's not my war!

It's not yours, Maha.

Do we have a right to live?

To live!

Is that too much to ask?

It's not your war, Maha.

Forgive me, sister.

I wasn't with you.

I can understand you.

I can understand you so well.

I also lost someone

very dear to me.

Remember

when you use to cover for me?

You followed me in the car

and hooted?

You went alone, quietly.

Without hooting.

I'll miss you, Maha,

I'll miss you a lot.

What do you want to do?

I want to find my son.

We'll find him.

I won't leave you

until we find him, all right?

Where do you want to go?

To the hotel,

I forgot my address book.

A bit of German?

- You know Germany?

- I wish I did!

Only its postcards.

My uncle's there,

waiting for my brother and me.

I went there three times.

You did? Is it nice?

The country, yes.

But I was bored.

I went with my husband

to conferences on architecture.

The buffets were terrible!

All meat!

And I'm a vegetarian!

My uncle's in sausages.

He stuffs all day!

All this talk's making me hungry.

I can't wait to get there.

What's stopping you?

I asked for my passport

eight months ago.

To join

your collaborator of a brother?

To join him in Israel, that's it?

You know the charges against him?

It's no use saying

I haven't seen him for six years.

To calm him down...

Stop hooting, stupid bastard!

For me, it's the opposite.

When I was in Dubai,

I only wanted to come back.

The only time I felt at home,

was when I planted

an olive tree from Lebanon.

My brother says,

"Nothing's worse than exile. "

But how can I bring up my son here?

With all this hatred around!

We've known nothing but war!

In another ten years

it might start again!

Ten years?

You're very optimistic.

We're that close to a world war.

What do you think?

I don't care about the world war!

I want to find my son.

Anything new?

Did the picture help?

The journalists register with you,

don't they?

Where can I find them?

OK, tomorrow, in Naquoura.

They'll all be there?

- Is this a taxi?

- Not any more.

My old legs

won't carry me any more.

My house isn't far.

Can you take me there?

Get in.

I came to pick some figs.

Our figs are well known

in the region.

Come on, have one.

Where can we find a petrol station?

There's one ahead.

They're lovely, taste one!

When there are no planes,

we come out to pick the figs.

When the fighting starts,

we hide in the caves.

- We're lucky to have the caves.

- Where's that station?

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