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ONE-WAY STREET

-Good morning, Dad.
-Good morning, sweetheart.

What's taking him so long?

All this time to get a newspaper?

He'll be back soon.

What's with your outfit?

-What's wrong with it?
-Why are you dressed like that?

I'm going to work, Dad.

Oh, work.

-Samah!
-Yes?

-Bring me Dad's medication.
-Right away, Doctor.

I'm heading out now, Dad.
Do you need anything?

The newspaper.

Sure.

-Call me if you need anything.
-Okay.

I hope you find a nice man
to settle down with soon.

It's time for your medication, dear.

Who was that?

Can you pass me that blouse?

Are you paralyzed? Get it yourself.

Do you have nail clippers?

By the mirror, next to your money.

DR. KAMLA RAGHEB ELWAN
PSYCHOLOGIST

I never thought it would happen to me.

I'm still in shock.

Like I only just found out I have cancer.

Cancer? That's the first time
you've said that, Sawsan.

When will you start chemotherapy?

Tomorrow.

I don't know what I'm going to do
when I lose my hair.

When my mom was young,
wigs were all the rage.

Now the hijab is in fashion.

I don't want to wear a hijab.

It keeps disconnecting.

Can I help?

No, thanks.

I'll call the satellite technician.

Talk to your husband. Ask for his opinion.

He's leaving work early today.
And I'm not going to my studio.

We're going to have dinner and drink wine.

That's nice.

We usually do stuff like that
the night before an important event.

Or something scary.

I want to get as much as I can
out of life before chemo.

Thanks, Sarah.

I didn't take the bus at all last week.

Not once.

But yesterday I had no choice.
I couldn't afford the microbus.

I was getting better.

It has nothing to do with lust,
by the way.

When

I get…

I don't feel horny when I wanna…

Do you get me?

Drop me off here, please.

What happened on the bus yesterday?

There was a girl in front of me.

She caught the bus… after me.

She was well dressed.

No, her trousers were tight.

A bit.

I pretended I was…

I was disgusted that I did it.

But she didn't say no.

She didn't say no because she was scared.

But I was happy.

Happy that she was scared.

Hi.

Hello.

I was lost for words
when I realized they were firing me.

I'd been there all my life.

I was the first and the youngest girl
to land the position.

All of a sudden, they fired me
and accused me of negligence,

just because I told them
I was a bit stressed?

My manager said, "What if
you'd gotten married and had kids?

How would you have coped?"

-How did that make you feel, Layla?
-Scared.

I never feared dying alone.
It never even crossed my mind

until my manager threatened me.

Regardless of whether I keep my job
or work somewhere else,

I'll be retired in ten years.

You're saying I still have time, right?

Thirty years of my life
have already flown by.

The next ten will pass
in the blink of an eye.

I'm not scared.

I'm terrified.

Asmaa Elsayed Ahmed.

How old are you, Asmaa?

Twenty-seven.

Can I have some water?

Yes, of course. Here.

ASMAA

-Aren't you going to ask me why I'm here?
-I'm not here to do the talking.

I'm here to listen.

Are you circumcised?

I hate myself.

I hate my body. I hate my looks.

I can't feel anything.

I can't stop thinking about it.

I feel like I'm nothing.

Everything's a struggle.

It's like I'm on fire inside

but frozen on the outside.

ONE-WAY STREET

-This is for you.
-Thanks.

Hi, Samah.

Why didn't you pick up earlier?

What about him?

"Insisting" how?

We had an agreement, Samah.

He's not allowed to read
or watch the news.

Make something up. Tell him anything.

Okay, sure.

Have you had lunch yet?

Okay.

Don't worry. I won't be late.

By the way,

someone might come to fix the AC
in my room today.

Okay. All right.

Okay, bye.

Why are you working so hard? Just come.

Bring Uncle Ragheb too.

You'll be doing him a favor.

Again, Marilyn? You already know
what I think about moving abroad.

I've only got a few months left
to submit my thesis.

The men here are irresistible. Just, wow.

Hair like Tom Cruise
and eyes like Brad Pitt.

Stop going on about men. Behave yourself.

-Stop it, you rascal. No.
-Just one.

You don't stop, do you?

I just got to the office.
I'll call you later. Bye.

Hi, Doctor.

This is Yasser, my fiancé.

Yeah, I know. I've seen photos of you.

-I was just passing by…
-By chance.

Yeah, by chance.
So I called her, and she said--

Relax. No need to explain yourself.
Please, have a seat.

Thank you.

Sarah, cancel all my appointments
after 8:00. I need a break and coffee.

Get married, you two.

Okay…

Chill.

Oh, my God. My goodness.

What awful weather.

It's so hot and humid tonight.

Yeah, I heard on the radio
it's going to be humid all week.

Here's your tea.

Where's his tea?

I can't, Insaf.

All of his mealtimes are scheduled
because of the medication.

Right. Doctor's orders.

Her treatment is what's making you ill.

-Who?
-Oh, God.

Look what's happened to you, Brother.

What are you talking about?

Listen, don't you think it's time
Kamla got married?

I know the perfect guy for her.

He's a good catch.

Or does she want to be a spinster forever?

She's over 40, Ragheb.

Who?

Pardon me for saying this,

but if you hadn't listened
to her mother and refused to--

Refused what?

Ah, Kamla's here. Sweetheart.

Welcome! So nice to see you!

So, Doctor,

do you always come home this late?

I came home early today.

Why are you working so hard?

Just find a nice man and--

Why aren't you eating, Dad?

I'm full.

Who's she?

Goodness gracious, Brother.

Ragheb, I'm your sister, Insaf.

-You're Insaf?
-Yeah.

I'm tired.

Samah.

Yes, Doctor.

Wash his hands and put him to bed.

Sure, Doctor.

Don't forget his medication.

Okay.

-Let's put you to bed, dear.
-Okay.

Let's go.

Let's go.

Listen,

you should be stricter with her.

Your father stinks.

His name is Mosaad Mahfouz Elghonemy.

He's from a wealthy family in Sharqia.
He's going to be 49 next month.

He's the finance director of an oil firm.

A widower, with a beautiful daughter.

She's eight. Her name is Nesma.

She's very sweet, just like her name.

I think he's the one.

So that's why you're here?

Why not? Nothing is more important

than seeing my niece happy and settled.

Auntie, we've talked about this before.

I'm already happy and fulfilled.

Really?

Fine, Kamla. Thanks a lot.

It's my fault for being nice.

I made the effort to come all this way
just for you.

I'm leaving.
My own family's more important.

Who was that?

This is the third time
I've called your shitty customer service

to complain about my broken AC.

How are you too busy?

This is a joke.

It's not my problem. You fix it.

Just do your job.

ONE-WAY STREET
YOUSIF EZZ ELDIN

In closing, I'd like to thank
our special guest,

the great novelist, Yousif Ezz Eldin.

It's been a pleasure.
Thank you for your time.

That's it from us.
Now we'll open up the floor to questions.

-Please, go ahead.
-I have a question for Mr. Yousif.

Go ahead.

Although the protagonists
are fighting for freedom,

they always meet a tragic end.

Why is that?

Firstly, good evening.

I'd like to give you a piece of advice,
although I hate advice myself.

I find it hard to accept.

But I must say it.
Consider me an older brother.

You should never ask artists
about the meaning of their work.

For instance, never ask a painter
about the meaning of a painting.

Or a sculptor about a sculpture
and why he carved it.

The same goes for a writer.

An artist's duty is to express

life, nature,

and many other things,
including his imagination.

But he expresses it all

in his own way,
from his own point of view.

Ultimately,

it's up to the audience to decide.

For example, now,
whether or not you take my advice

is up to you.

You can disregard it completely
if you wish.

Go ahead.

I want to ask Mr. Yousif
about the female characters.

-What about them?
-Why are they all prostitutes?

Why does sex always win in the end?

Is this a call for sexual liberation?

-Sorry, what was your name?
-Yousif.

Yousif?

What a coincidence. Okay, look.

All I care about is people.

Human beings.

I create characters,

and I let them express themselves.

They direct me.

I just follow their journeys,

their life paths,

freely,

without pressure.

My characters guide me.

I don't guide them.

The most important thing in my novels
is the people.

Go ahead.

My question is regarding
your latest novel, One-way Street.

Why did you make her
commit suicide in the end?

And how do you view her suicide?

As an act of bravery or defeat?

Good question.

The first question from a woman.

I want to know how you see it first.

I was confused,

and I still am.

All right.

I want you to read it.

-Give me your opinions.
-Of course. Thanks.

Mr. Yousif.

Excuse me.

-Yes?
-Can I ask you one more question?

Of course.

The men in your novels,

do they exist in real life?

What do you mean?

I mean, can a man accept a woman
who has had previous relationships

and not lose love and respect for her?

And on top of that,
not feel threatened if she is successful

and independent?

I think men like that are just a fantasy.

You think so?

I'm almost certain.

"Almost."

Which means there's a chance, correct?

Can we have a photo with you?

Excuse me.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

I remember it like it was yesterday.

I remember my mother laughing.

How can you laugh
while your daughter's terrified, bleeding?

How can you laugh and help someone cut
your daughter with a razor?

Did you ever ask her?

She's probably forgotten.

My father got angry
because my screams woke him up.

So my mom covered my mouth with a pillow.

Since then,
I've never slept with a pillow.

Since then,
I've been bottling up the fear inside me.

I don't fear anything.

I'm numb.

I wasn't scared when they forced me
to marry an old man when I was 15.

I wasn't scared
the first time he touched me.

I felt nothing.

He sent me back to my family
one week later.

At least he paid for my ticket.

I was bright.

I went to university to study medicine.

They didn't even let me finish that.

Samah?

Samah.

Where were you?

-Sorry I'm late.
-Go on.

I got into a huge fight, Doctor.
I made sure everyone on the bus heard.

Good.

Can you believe no one stepped in?

Nobody defended you?

Not a single person.

A couple of fools
made some half-assed attempts.

The guy had no shame.

But I didn't let it go. I made a scene.

Good. You did the right thing.

To be honest, it's my fault.

How's that?

My fiancé has told me

not to wear these tight jeans.

It's not your fault.

If your fiancé thinks you're to blame,
then he's no better than your harasser.

Men are like that nowadays.

They like to control women.

They think it's romantic.

You'll see when you have a man.

Hey, take this.

That's for you.

You should find some other work.

No one's going to pay you for this.

Do something else.

It's not about the money.

I'm trying my best.

Hoping to feel something after all.

The problem is,
I can't stop thinking about it.

Like a hungry person
with food in front of them,

but their hands are tied
and their lips are sealed.

Are you free after our session?

Are you really treating me?
I don't wanna wash dishes.

Don't worry. It's on me.

Come on. It's on me.

Why aren't you eating?

I eat like a pig, right?

It's been a while since I had a nice meal.

You were starting to scare me.

Me?

Yeah.

I shouldn't be here with you.

It's not professional.

I should have boundaries with my clients.

Clients?

Yeah, I mean "customers."

You mean "patients"?
It's me who should call them "customers."

We're all sick.

Honestly, I don't know
who's benefiting more from this.

Eat.

Thanks.

I can't thank you enough.
I really appreciate it.

Don't be silly.

I'll be right back.

Hi.

I'm…

"Is suicide an act of bravery or defeat?"

Exactly. You have a good memory.

Sometimes.

Is it your first time here?

Yeah, and you?

I'm a regular here. Almost every day.

You mind if I get your name and number?

-My number?
-Yeah.

You don't know it? Or you don't want to?

No, that's fine.

-Kamla Elwan.
-Kamla.

Nice name, just like you.

Good to see you again. Excuse me.

That's a nice doll, by the way.

Then it's all yours.

You think how he talks to you is normal?

It's a bit weird, to be honest,

but that doesn't mean your crazy,
immature thoughts are true.

Crazy?

Kamla, you love him.

I can tell from how you speak about him.

Hello?

What's wrong, Samah?

Like I said, the lawyer confirmed

that your brother, may he rest in peace,
left the entire house to Kamla

and his share of land in Qena.

That was five years ago,
before he got sick.

What do you mean? That's not allowed.
It goes against God's law.

If he believed in God, would he have let
his daughter live like this?

-Keep it down.
-I'm not shouting!

Sorry for leaving you all alone…

but I've been away from home
for a week already.

I have to sort things out.

Give me a couple of days,
and I'll be back, my niece.

Asmaa?

May he rest in peace.

I called to book my next session.

The secretary told me about your loss
and that the clinic is closed.

I mean,

did he die that day we were together?

Why didn't you tell me?

I could've been there for you.

Aren't we friends now?

All done.

The AC's fixed.

So I can finally get some sleep?

Don't worry. It's sorted now.

-Take this.
-No need.

I insist.

-Thanks.
-Thank you for your help.

Excuse me.

Who's this, Kamla?

How could you let a stranger in the house
while you're on your own?

And you even closed the door.

The door was already open.

-Secondly, I don't like your tone.
-My tone?

You're a fine one to talk.

You've crossed the line.

On my way up,
I asked the doorman about you.

He told me you always come home late.

Don't you dare!

Your father's death doesn't mean
you're free to do whatever you want.

You better watch your step.

Do not forget
your name is still Kamla Elwan.

Don't bring shame on the family.

Just like your mother,
your late father saw us as old-fashioned.

Why are you here?

I've come to keep my eye on you
for a couple of days.

I'll be passing by every other day.

That won't work, Auntie.

What won't work, my dear?

Your plan.

Don't treat me like a child.

Oh, and I'm not getting married.

You're not getting married, huh?

Why? Are you hiding something?

Oh, Lord.

I'm gonna cut to the chase. Do not worry.
Tell the rest of the family not to either.

I'm not getting married.

Your kids and grandkids will get
my inheritance when I'm gone.

There's no need to make a fuss.

I was with my friends yesterday.

Two of them are married.

It wasn't long before
they started talking about sex.

They were mentioning their experiences,

how they felt and what turned them on.

And despite all the men
who have slept with me,

I was just cold.

I feel like a lost cause,

like I'm trying to hold water in a sieve.

We agreed you will keep fighting, Asmaa.

We'll patch up the holes.

Is that the book by the writer
we bumped into at the restaurant?

-Yeah.
-You know I've never read a novel before?

Wanna read it?

Hello?

You look nice.

-Who's this?
-Turn around.

Thanks.

Can I ask you a question?

Sure.

You doctors,

you're so proud of your titles.

That's the impression I get, anyway.

Doctors always introduce themselves
using their titles.

-But you didn't do that with me.
-I don't know.

Maybe because it was never
my dream to become a doctor.

What was your dream?

Ballerina.

So what happened?

My dad.

He was open-minded,
but only to a certain extent.

We have traditions, after all.

Now, tell me, how did you know I was here?

To be honest,

I've been here more than once
around this time,

looking for you,

but you weren't here.

I just happened to be passing by,
and I saw your car outside.

And here we are.

Why do you look surprised?

I'm not just surprised.

I can't believe it.

Shall we eat?

Congratulations are in order!

For what, silly?

He needed to meet with a psychologist
for his new novel. Period.

Yeah, that's how it starts.

Oh, please.

If you were into reading,
I'd recommend a book of his.

You'd see how much he values friendship
between a man and woman.

True friendship, not what
you're thinking of, you smart-ass.

What do you think?

This is my creative space.

Do you write here?

Not really.

But it's my favorite place

for when I want to get away
and come up with ideas,

like the title
or the ending of a new novel.

I'm always here.

Sometimes I get a mental block,

when I can't come up with anything.

And I find myself here,
at this very table.

You seem like a pro.

-I've never played pool before.
-Wanna learn?

Let's do it.

My dad really was a great man.

He started with nothing, worked his way up
to become Judge Ragheb Elwan.

-He was at the top of his game.
-Amazing.

I even told him about my first crush.

-Really?
-Yeah.

-You weren't scared?
-Nope.

He was something else.

Maybe that's why I rejected
everyone who proposed to me.

No man could compare to him.

It seems like you loved him
more than your mother.

You think so?

Well, you're always talking about him.

Probably because
I have more memories with him.

Mom died when I was in high school.

I wish she'd been around longer.

You wouldn't believe how smart
and well educated she was.

My parents' love story is better
than the ones in your novels.

So tell me,

was she from Upper Egypt too?

No, Alexandria.

Maybe that's why my father's family

would always pick on her and her quirks.

They pick on me now instead.

Thanks.

They say wine helps people open up.

Do you think you need wine?

Maybe.

I don't know how you broke down my walls.

-Can I be honest with you?
-Sure.

I'll tell you a small secret.

Remember when we met at the restaurant,
and you came over and said hi?

It wasn't a coincidence.

I was waiting for you.

Honestly,

ever since I saw you at that event,

and you asked me those questions, Kamla,

you've been on my mind.

And as you know, when a novelist wants

to get to know someone,
they learn everything they can about them.

See? You don't need wine.

What about you?

What?

Your turn. Tell me a secret.

If you need it, there's the wine.

From the first novel of yours I read,
I felt like I knew you.

Or that I'd get to know you.

What do you think?

Why are you laughing? I'm serious.

A novel about me? Really?

-Yeah.
-Am I really that rare?

Not rare, but very rich and deep.
With character.

Someone who deserves to be written about.

You face your challenges like a hero.

-A hero?
-Kamla,

any woman in your shoes would have
accepted the first proposal she received

just to avoid being called a spinster.

Even if the marriage was at the expense
of her happiness or self-fulfillment.

What about you?

Do you consider yourself a hero
for not getting married yet?

That's a long story.

I'm sure you know

that any unmarried man my age

is called one of three things.

Either he's a womanizer

or, pardon me,

impotent.

He can't get it up.

Or he's gay.

Thankfully,
I don't fit into any of those labels.

I feel like a lost cause,

like I'm trying to hold water in a sieve.

Hoping to feel something after all.

I can't stop thinking about it.

Like a hungry person
with food in front of them…

but their hands are tied,
and their lips are sealed.

SUICIDE CLAIMS ANOTHER VICTIM,
ASMAA

Her brother visited the day before,

accompanied by a guy he owed money to.

He wanted her to marry the guy
to settle the debt.

Again.

They wanted to sell her again.

How could you agree?

I had no say in it.

Her father controlled everything.

And since his passing,

her brother's taken over.

He orders me around more than his sisters.

Anyway, he did nothing wrong.

He wanted her to settle down.

Instead of hustling for pennies
or sleeping around.

He wanted to save her reputation.

And now that she's done this,

people will never stop talking.

My daughter.

I'm heartbroken.

I wish I could cry and scream.

I pray she enters heaven, but they said
it's forbidden, and she's doomed to hell.

Can she go to heaven
after what she's done?

I'd like to see her room.

Wanna read it?

-What's your name, dear?
-My name is Israa.

That's a lovely doll, Israa.

I'll see you out.

Are you her brother?

Are you the one who made her an infidel?

Asmaa was not an infidel.

When they circumcised me,

my father got angry
because my screams woke him up.

So my mom covered my mouth with a pillow.

I'm numb.

I don't know what came over me.

I was getting better.

I even started taking the bus again.

I don't know why. Once I saw her,

the dirty thoughts came back.

Maybe because she was wearing--

That's pathetic.

If you think their clothing justifies
your actions, you'll never change.

Sorry, Omar.

I'm going to end this session.

I'm a little stressed.

I do apologize.

Behave.

-I'll hit you if you do it again.
-Keep it down.

-Behave yourself.
-I didn't do anything.

-You're so naughty.
-I'm really not.

Don't take me for a fool because
I let you see your fiancé here last time.

What's wrong with you?
Don't you have any self-control?

I can't sleep at all.

I see her in my dreams.

I even see her when I'm awake.

I know it's my fault.

I shouldn't have gotten involved
in her feelings.

I knew she was a patient, not a friend.

Although I admit it wasn't professional…

I can't help but feel guilty.

I feel I let her down
when she needed me most.

Listen, Kamla.

Let me tell you something.

I'm sure you already know…

but we're not responsible
for people's lives.

You're not responsible for anyone's life.

I'm confused.

All my life, I thought I was strong,

but it turns out
I was running blindfolded.

When I removed the blindfold,
I found I'd been running in circles…

until I was gasping for breath.

I think you need to take a break.

Stay away from anything work-related.

Even your thesis. Put it on hold.

I'll prescribe you something
to help you sleep.

I'm sure you'll feel better.

I'm optimistic.

Why did you turn your phone off?

I'm sure this isn't the first suicide case
that you've dealt with.

I can't take it anymore.

She haunts me in everything I do
and everywhere I go.

Calm down.

It's fine.

It's our fault, both of us.

How come?

The first time we met here,

she was with me.

She asked about you.

I told her about your recent novel,

and she took it home.

Once she'd finished reading it,
she told me suicide was brave.

Kamla.

Although we haven't known
each other very long…

I know you're stronger than that.

-I appreciate that what happened--
-Let's just leave it.

Hi, Kamla. Is everything okay?

Were you asleep? Sorry if I woke you.

No, no. I just got home.

I just wanted to thank you
for your support.

Also, I wanted to apologize.

I was a bit rude.

Kamla, please don't apologize.

I should be thanking you.

Thanks for letting me be there for you.

Listen,

if you're free tomorrow,
I wanna take you out.

I know just the place.

You'll love it.

Trust me.

I'm the only uncircumcised girl
in my family.

My parents insisted against it,

even though the family pressured my dad.

He told them, "I named her Kamla,
and she'll stay as she is."

However, Asmaa and I share
the same problem.

Society defines women by their bodies.

They mutilated her
to protect their own reputation.

And my family is always watching me
to ensure their reputation remains intact.

They're all wondering the same thing:

How come I avoid temptation
while being uncircumcised?

If looks could kill,
I'd be dead right now.

Their stares mutilate me.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

My auntie would kill me if she knew
I was thinking of getting married.

That's weird.

Isn't that what she's always wanted?

She used to, yeah.

But all that's changed
since my father passed.

They thought they were entitled
to his inheritance,

but when they found out--

What's on your mind?

Nothing.

I'm just surprised.

Why?

Kamla…

ever since the first time I saw you,
I knew there'd be

something between us.

I didn't know what.

It could've been anything, even a fight.

Oh, please.

But I never thought…

I'd fall in love this quickly.

I won the bet. You owe me one.

Don't be silly. Not so fast.

What are you waiting for?
Didn't he say it?

It's not that easy, Marilyn.

Don't you know
how my dad's family will react?

You owe them nothing.
Do whatever you want.

I'm not afraid of them.

I just don't want Yousif
to get caught up in it.

You know what my auntie's like.
She's not going to give up.

I can't go home.

I don't wanna go home.

I miss you.

Sorry, the number
you have dialed is not in service.

Sorry, the number
you have dialed is not in service.

Please try again later.

You left while I was asleep.

Yeah, sorry.

I didn't want to wake you.

I called you several times,
but you didn't answer.

I'm sorry.

I had work to do.

A new novel?

What's wrong, Kamla?

What's wrong with you?

You should have told me you were a virgin.

I told you I've never been married.

That doesn't necessarily mean
you're a virgin.

What do you mean?

Why did you think I wouldn't be a virgin?

Because it doesn't make sense.

A woman like you, at your age,

and still a virgin.

I told you that you're the first man
to enter my life.

I believed you.

I never thought--

I was a virgin. So what?

What's the big deal?

I feel guilty.

I've felt so guilty since then.

I feel I'm the reason--

The reason for what?

The reason you lost
what you'd kept safe for so long.

I thought it happened out of love.

And we're getting married, right?

Yeah.

I love you, and I know you love me.

I'm sure you can appreciate that,
at my age, an unmarried man,

a man like me,

has fears and can't easily make
that kind of decision.

Having said that,

ever since I met you,

I can't stop thinking about marriage.

But not like this.

So you thought I wasn't a virgin?

You wanted to have some fun
and then leave me?

Right?

Kamla, please just calm--

-How dare you.
-"How dare I" what?

How dare you judge me.

You're just like them.

My auntie, my neighbors and my family.

You're nowhere near as nice
as the men in your novels.

-Kamla, I'm--
-You're selfish.

I mean nothing to you.

I'm just a character for your new novel.

You should've told me.

I had the right to know.

Oh, don't worry, Yousif.

Even if you were the last man on earth,
I wouldn't marry you. You know why?

Because you're fake.

You're only nice in your novels.

But you think like they do.

You see me like they do.

I should've realized.

Kamla.

That dirty bastard. He pretends
he is an open-minded writer,

and that he is a feminist.

Fuck that bastard.

He doesn't deserve you. Forget him.

Hello?

Kamla, are you still there?

I missed you, my niece.

I promised myself
I'd never visit you again,

but my heart couldn't bear it.

My son Adel has decided
he wants to marry you.

What?

You heard me.

Your cousin is better than a stranger.

Isn't your son married?

Yeah. So what?

It's allowed in our religion.

Long story short,

the whole family's talking.

They don't like
that you live on your own, freely.

Auntie.

Who's that man who visits you, huh?

And why did you smash
your car window like a lunatic?

Listen, Kamla.

Your cousin is good for you.

And he's more deserving
of your money and inheritance.

What's the matter? What's wrong?

Listen, Auntie.

Now is not the time.

My stomach is killing me.

Now's not the time? Fine.

I'm going to bed.

If I wake up and you're still here,
consider I heard nothing of what you said.

What do you mean?

It means "not pregnant."

Are you sure?

Positive.

Maybe she has a stomach bug,
or her period is a bit late.

What was that?

Who's there?

Open up, Kamla.

Open the door, Kamla.

I should've done this long ago.
Kamla, open the door now!

I should've done this long ago.
Kamla, open the door now!

Open the door, Kamla!

Open the door, Kamla!

Open the door!

Subtitle translation by: Giorgia Mineo