Every evening they sit beside the Nile. Bak talks to his son about the factory, tomorrow's work -- everything. "One day we're going to be very rich," he tells Hapu. "Are we?" The fireboy looks into his father's tired eyes. "Yes." bak smiles. "I don't know how and I don't know when, but we are." Then he stands up. "Come on," he says. "It's late. Let's go home."