01x07 & 01x08 - Episode 7 & 8

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In the name of God the

compassionate the merciful.

Luscinia [HEZAR DASTAN]

by Ali Hatami

Jamshid Mashayekhi

Ezzatollah Entezami

Davood Rashidi

Ali Nasirian

Mohammad Ali Keshavarz

Jafar Vaali

Hossein Gil

Zahra Hatami

Shahla Mirbakhtiar

Jamshid Layegh

Esmail Mehrabi

Parviz Pourhosseini

Mohammad Moti

Ataollah Zahed

Hooshang Beheshti

Late Mohammad Taghi Kahnamoui

Late Kheirollah Tafreshi-azad

Late Esmail Mohammadi

Jahangir Forouhar

Roghieh Chehreh-azad

Minoo Abrishami

Mehdi Vadadian

Afsar Asadi

Mansour Valamagham

Manouchehr Azari

Reza Abdi

Farhang Mehrparvar

Soroush Khalili

Nematollah Gorji

Saeed Amir-soleimani

Mohammad Varshoee

Jahangir Almasi

Asghar Hemmat

Hossein Hatami

Esfandiar Mavandadi

Edited by: Abbas Ganjavi, Ali Hatami

Audio and video editor: Hassan Hassan-doust

Sound and mix: Roubik Mansouri

Music by: Morteza Hannaneh

Directors of photography: Mehrdad Fakhimi,
Maziar Parto

Production manager: Mohammad Mehdi Dadgou

Distributed by: Channel 1 of Islamic
Republic of Iran Broadcasting 1978-1987

Written and directed by: Ali Hatami

Previously on Luscinia...

Census day.

A robbery takes place under

Master's order to find the
stolen piece of jewelry.

The six-fingered inspector goes on

a new mission to imprison...

and t*rture old Khoshnevis.

The disappointed soldiers get homeless.

The clergy and his assistant

support the shelterless army.

The inspector changes his physical

tortures to mental ones in order to...

make Khoshnevis confess.

Khoshnevis makes a confession about

who he was and what he did in the past.

Was he really a calligrapher

or a rifleman?

He also tells how he met Abolfath,

one of the founders of
the punishment council.

Parts seven and eight.

Get away.

Eat it.

They eat more than humans.

Drink it.

Hey! Hey!

You are a lucky man Kablaee.

You don't need to wash your

dishes as long as Shabun is here.

I can even lick your other dishes

like a cat if you want me to.

Hope you go on a pilgrim's

journey to Mecca.

It will not happen as long as

I have such customers.

Saving Reza's presence,

they are all skinflint.

I hope your business if always

flourishing.

We have to spend money

like water anyway.

Sheep food is all the more

welcome in wintertime.

I'm a hanger-on and I'm grateful.

And Reza always pays on the nail.

They are the ones who pick and steal

from every table.

They are never satisfied

with leftovers like me.

You keep eating sheep food here

and tolerate Kablaee's sarcastic remarks?

So let me get down to business

and have a bite with them.

Enough licking other's dishes like a dog.

Let me taste some greasy meat

like these spongers once.

Let's eat.

Kablaee's broth!

- They bring the meat and you, the bones.

- Don't touch that!

Good job you gave him a chance boss.

Such a crackbrain!

Kablaee, bring us some more meat.

A little water.

Thanks fellow.

Make some delicious broth.

Tasty and appetizing.

- Here you go.

- Thank you.

They never get a chance to taste

the meat we hunt.

At least let them enjoy that broth.

The g*n is loaded.

Here you go.

Look Abolqasem!

It looks like medicine. What is this?

- The cost of living is staggering Reza.

- Is it me who has to pay for it?

It is nothing unfortunate I hope.

Shabun, the bone collector!

More power to your elbow.

- What have you done to your donkey?

- It broke its leg.

- k*ll it and stop the pain.

- It will cost you.

I have no money. I will give you salt.

You can keep the horseshoe as well.

Deal.

[singing]

So you both are getting rid of each other.

The poor animal did not even make a sound.

Your donkey is dead now.

I is not like a human being.

It will not be judged in the afterlife.

Good job! Now you will no longer

be troubled by a donkey.

You are free as a bird. You work alone

and spend your money on yourself.

You can even choose to stay in the

stable or another place.

You no longer have to waste

your money on an animal.

Of course only if you are not an idiot.

Who could it be at this time of night?

Let's go.

We have to climb the wall and jumped down

in the alley before they break the door.

Who is it?

This is nobody well-known.

It is neither a police
officer nor a tippler.

I have a master who is Moayer al-Doleh.

I am here to see Reza.

What happened suddenly?

What went wrong?

A dead mouse feels no cold.

Let him in. He's not a stranger.

He is lucky. I was just about to

teach him a lesson.

Enter from the kitchen door in

the Bathroom Alley.

I have brought you Ash-Reshteh. We made

it after my wife's niece went on a journey.

She must be greatly missed.

My master ate a couple of bowls

of it and liked it very much.

Then he called the cook and asked

her to prepare another bowl.

The prince said in his guests' presence:

"Reza is missed here.

He loves Ash Reshteh."

Then he told me to bring you some.

Of course it is a mere nothing.

I guess Reza and the prince are just

about to send each other
silk handkerchiefs.

The prince has been paying

too much attention to him.

I made a mistake Esmail. Hankies are

not lucky when it comes to friendship.

They cause separation. It seems that

chains and watches are luckier.

Or maybe gold coins and liras.

Prince's fools!

Moayer al-Doleh is his favorite

man and Reza, his handsome toy.

Some luck, boss! Some people

are just born under a lucky star.

Musa, they have no shame.

You go home.

Yes, go home and take the handsome

toy's message to the favorite guy.

"Thank you so much.

Why did you take the trouble?"

We have never seen such things.

Nobody likes us.

Do not get offended Musa.

That is what they always do. They have no
shame.

They have no idea what a gift is.

I was waiting for you.

This is a passage way.

My words need to be deeply considered.

Let's go to my place then.

- It is late.

- You are always in a hurry.

Life is short.

We don't have much time.

So that is why I always say:

Seize the moment.

Nice trick. I hid the sugar under

my skin and take it home.

The police officer could never find it.

I shall carry it in my veins.

Reza! How can anyone enjoy himself

while fathers go home so late...

that their children fall asleep

and do not ask for food?

There are authorities out there.

It is the king who should
care for his people.

His people? What hypocrite

are you talking about? That effeminate man?

These are honorable people...

more respectable than those

wicked friends of yours.

They are just oppressed.

The nation who believes that
contentment is a virtue,

suffers from starvation every year.

So what are the responsibilities

of the parliament and the
ministry of justice?

One person is born a master and the other

a servant. What kind of justice is that?

This fake constitutional system

better be dismantled.

I lost both my father and brother

over it though.

- We have fair and honorable men as well.

- They are all devils in disguise.

- You totally disappointed me.

- Don't lose hope.

I have heard a few generous

men have made a community called...

"punishment council" in this city

which aims at eliminating traitors.

This is the only solution when the society

is not ready for a national uprising.

Hunter! Until when shall you

hunt partridges and stags?

Hunt something precious.

I am impressed by your words Abolfath.

I wish you could talk about love

like that as well.

- Like the story of Romeo and Juliet?

- Romeo was a fearless man.

He faced every ordeal and

sacrificed himself for his love.

Love is all your beloved gives you,

Your sweet beloved.

Thank you.

Move. Move.

Is my book ready master?

I came late so you would have

enough time to fix it well.

Here you are.

Thank you.

Looks better than ever.

Good job Abolfath.

So you're a tradesman.

Not really.

I'm just a simple bookbinder.

You came to me, made me

restless and left?

I was minding my own business.

I quit my job. And I have no beloved.

Shall I get ready to leave this town?

You can find a beloved but

not a new hometown.

You were supposed to take me hunting.

You spoke of a precious prey.

But you vanished from
the face of the earth.

You made me thirsty and did

not quench my thirst?

You set me thinking and turned me adrift.

Reza was busy having fun with

his friends, enjoying his life.

We will meet.

Tomorrow afternoon in front of the bakery.

I cannot wait.

Watch the bones.

Do not add too much salt to it.

Easy!

Pass me the water please.

Thanks to God.

- Goodbye everyone.

- Goodbye.

Godspeed.

What happened to my broth?

I am His Majesty's messenger.

If you are Reza, the prince's hunter...

- That is me.

- You are a lucky man.

You have build up quite a reputation with

the help of Mr. Moayer al-Doleh and his...

collection of stuffed hunted animals.

They say Mr. Moayer al-Doleh spends

time with a professional hunter.

Great compliment.

In fact I have a flair for hunting.

I can say I have a lucky touch

when it comes to hunting.

Let me be honest with you.

Master of the hunt would like to meet

the real hunter in the hunting ground.

The real hunter is Mr.

I only take care of his g*ns and hand

them to him during hunting time.

He chases the prey and shoots it

all by himself.

Master of the hunt has summoned

you while he has never met you...

which is a wise decision. He would

like to meet you by the end of the week.

He will have a talk with you so you

will start working for the king.

Send your master my special regards

and tell him I am not
lucky enough to meet him.

Reza has lived with ordinary people.

Royal hunting and its formalities

are too much for him.

Moyer al-Doleh has given me full powers

as I can neither be a master nor a servant.

There was enough bread for people

till yesterday. What is going on?

- Are you too here for bread Musa?

- I have come to see what is going on.

Break the wood.

Unblock the way.

My Master.

Why don't you sell bread to people?

People want bread. They are hungry.

The granary has stopped sending us flour.

The granary in the city is empty.

Gathering in front of the bakery

will not do people any good.

We are not able to bake bread

without flour.

Baker! You are the provider of

bread not the seller of it.

It will take courage to provide

bread during years of famine.

Anybody can bake bread

with flour, water and fire.

- Give people bread, as much as they want.

- Yes Master.

Of course these people shall not

take more than they need.

God gives everyone his daily bread.

Today's flour just arrived.

Sell your bread honestly today and keep

the same amount you spend everyday.

Give the rest to the workers.

Everything all right?

How are you doing?

Fine Reza.

Give me two skewers of roasted liver.

I want it to be juicy.

They're bringing flour for the bakers.

People usually have a craving

for roasted liver when they
cannot even have bread.

Why did you get above yourself suddenly?

What's gotten into you?

Stupid big guy-

Hanger-on!

Cut it out.

Jerk!

Don't you eat the flowerpot.

Out of my way!

There the stupid jerk comes.

I will teach you a lesson.

Stop it.

You are breaking the bed.

Damn you!

If this house is the bakery and
this midnight, the afternoon...

and we are Reza and Abolfath, one

of us is undoubtedly out of his mind.

Friends break their words but only

under reasonable excuses.

Do not treat me like this.

Be nice to me. Say something.

This will suffice;

It was not advisable. That is all.

You come to me whenever you wish

and stand me up if it is advisable.

It is unlike Reza to deal with that.

Real men do not lose their patience easily.

Stop being so emotional Reza.

The water of river may not be as

pleasant as the bathhouse water.

Nobody expects a coward to be courageous.

People will keep dying out there

unless there will be a change.

In front of the bakery, you witnessed

that there was no bread for people...

who could not even afford to buy bread.

What is this chaos over bread?

It is everybody's right to have his

stomach filled with bread.

And to think it is bread and nothing else.

Not during wartime but in a peaceful

and quiet country.

God bless you.

You did not let me get a wink of sleep.

You made me restless and impatient.

Now you are going home to your family?

Then I will be left with your

empty place and unsaid words.

- This is tough Abolfath.

- Keep fighting my friend.

It is good for you.

Be a die-hard.

Keep struggle till you find yourself.

We will meet tomorrow.

Before noontime in the teahouse.

- We shall meet like always?

- You do not have to wait for me.

Abolfath, you cannot make an

omelet without breaking eggs.

Let me be.

I would rather be useless than

hear your sarcastic remarks.

- Can you not be a little nicer?

- Not until I'm in high spirits.

I will do anything when this

nation celebrates.

For now, we are tough guys and

tough guys cannot be softhearted.

Have your food when it is ready.

Do not wait for me.

I have to go back to the shop.

I will wait for you so we eat together.

- I prefer to take my food.

- You are a fussy man.

You think the dishes in the bazaar

are not clean. Take it easy.

- Nobody tends to spread his disease.

- Maybe I don't want to spread mine.

Here is the tailor's wage, Reza.

This is too much.

If it was about a wedding,

it'd be enough both for buying a tuxedo...

and holding the ceremony itself.

- The rest will be a gift to the bride.

But the job is not done yet.

I do not even know what it is.

Yes you do.

Well, people don't take servants
to weddings unless for labor work.

Well, these are neither servant clothes

nor wedding garments.

- Perhaps I refuse to do it.

- You will not.

- Perhaps I do not have what it takes.

- Of course you do.

Maybe this is not enough.

- You are not doing this for money.

- I keep this as advance money then.

Call it a gift.

Wait up for this is about

something fortunate.

I owe this place a pack of candles.

I'd forgot as I never pass
by this neighborhood.

Your company just helped

me keep my vow.

You do not have faith in these things,

do you?

You said you love God's creatures

with no love for God Himself.

I am a bookbinder. The books people usually
bring me for repair...

are mostly Qurans and Mafatih al-Jinans.

They have influence on me.

Sometimes I fix the books of

Hafiz And Sa'di as well.

And Rumi, the pioneer of romance.

The one and only Rumi.

In any case, you're mostly a cover

maker rather than a bookbinder.

You are more familiar with

leather than paper.

All right wise man.

Why don't you clarify it for me?

There's a place for candles under

the stone-trough.

You light the candles for me.

But do not spend the prince's money.

For the reason that I do not trust it.

Hope you enjoyed the bath.

Please let me hold your stuff for you.

Thank you.

Here you are.

Wait.

Here is your bundle.

You look great.

Very nice.

- You look handsome.

- What a dandy man!

You look pretty groovy boss.

What's wrong with Reza?

He's not in the mood.

He is just so down in the dumps.

If I didn't know him,

I would say he is in love.

Love is blind.

He must have come up against

a stone wall.

Reza, please get up.

Let me sweep under your feet.

I have been here for long.

And I owe you too much.

Don't say that.

You have enough credit with us.

I will get in the mood soon, go

hunting and settle accounts with you.

Take a bath and you will feel fresh.

The masseur will change your mood.

Do you know anyone who

can ease my heartache?

Drink. It's better to drink from

the hunter's hand rather than
the slaughterer's. Drink.

The slaughterer ends its life

and the hunter catches it.

Are you the prince's messenger

or Reza's friend?

I have been sent by the prince.

He tends to go hunting.

He has dressed his servants with

new garments and knotted hats.

He has been sitting on a parti-colored

horse waiting to show
everyone the new g*n...

sent from Belgium to him

as a gift by his son.

He asked me with a smile to come to

the teahouse and take you to him.

He has ordered his servants to pack

the necessary things so
they could set off...

when you arrive there.

The prince, his horses and servants

and everybody else are ready.

The army is waiting for

the commander-in-chief.

No Musa. Reza is nothing more

than a hunting equipment.

Something like a new g*n or

a nimble horse.

Of course the prince thinks of hunting

as a pleasure but you, as a job.

I have decided to start a business.

I don't want to work for others.

Being servant will get me nowhere.

You are too old for being an apprentice

and too unskilled for being an master.

Do not lose hope.

Reza is a lucky man.

You will not earn more than the

amount of your wage.

Wage of hunters are like the easy

money musicians make.

You don't work hard for it. It is like a

snow coin which melts under the sun.

You can only spend it at night.

It is like you cannot buy food
with it and take it home.

You could use the money either

on smoking or drinking.

- A decent girl seldom leaves home.

- I am not in high spirits.

I feel useless and good for nothing.

It's like I have wasted my entire life.

You can share your feelings on the way.

Let us go. The prince is expecting you.

Musa!

When I entered my master's house,

I was a little boy who couldn't
even reach the saddle.

You raised me up like a father.

You know me better than I know myself.

Ask the prince to leave me alone.

I am restless.

I will tell him you are unwell

so I will not be lying.

Masters would prefer to

dismiss their ill servants.

And remember, those who start learning

in their 40s, will master things in graves.

Hi.

I can see you have come full-handed.

. Very funny!

- You are the funny guy here not me.

You must be coming from a

watermelon ground.

Come here Kavous.

Sit down guys.

Congratulations bone-collector.

You are in new clothes.

He looks handsome.

You shouldn't call him "bone collector"
anymore.

Call him Mr. Shabun.

You are in new clothes too.

To tell you the truth,

these black garments have been bought by my
new master.

He says black is the color of night.

He has made a community of generous

people for murdering oppressors.

He has made a group of men for

punishing traitors including me.

You are talking too much.

Shut up or I will have to shut

your damn mouth for you.

You need to keep your mouth shut as well.

I can see you are swollen with pride.

You have become too big for

your boots.

Don't get above yourself.

You have no weapon but

bones and rubbish.

Do not expect me to fall
for the appearances.

Next time you will get yourself k*lled.

Bloodshed!

What did you do?

I hope the injured groom
learned not to reveal

his secrets before the bride's family.

So Shabun belongs to your

community as well.

I can see you have been dealing

with hooligans.

They are hired for particular

purposes for a short time.

They do not know the ins
and outs of our job.

They will be paid off at the right time.

You are not honest with anyone. You

even make me suspect my own shadow.

I'm from Lorestan.

I cannot get along with you people.

I will go back to Moayer al-Doleh's hunting
ground tomorrow.

Your job has officially started tonight.

This is the death sentence of Esmail Khan,

the chief of granary.

Time, place and the way of execution.

Everything has been mentioned here.

Burn the latter after reading

the instructions.

I barely get to sleep every night.

But tonight that I am supposed to

stay awake, I am heavy-eyed.

A desire to drink.

Excessive thirst.

Tonight, I shall do with

the drinking fountain
water and candle light.

You have become a butterfly Reza.

sh**t!

Hypocrites!

He must have encroached upon

somebody's right or this wouldn't happen.

How do you know?

The sh**ter will surely pay for this.

They say the snake-charmer will

finally be k*lled by his own snakes.

There is no reason for concern.

That is what the physician said.

Thanks to God that Esmail Khan

is still breathing.

His silver cigarette box saved him

from this unsuccessful assassination.

In fact I am delivering this speech to

the shooters who are somewhere around...

the crime scene gleaning information.

As a matter of fact, the
b*llet has pierced...

the outer wall of the cigarette box

and deflected to the
abdomen from the heart.

Consequently, it has caused

a minor injury.

Esmail Kan is alive but not able to speak.

Disperse.

Out of the area.

In the current situation,

Esmail Khan's assassination
is an unfinished business.

It is finished.

I sh**t Esmail Khan down. He is dead.

The criminal investigation department

says he's alive.

It is a trick.

Don't fall for it.

It's a deception.

I have a plan for reaching

Esmail Khan's corpse.

A way to send you in that
house to finish him.

But if he is alive, we have to find

The job is already done.

Reza never misses a target.

A work ill done must be twice done.

It is better to be on the safe side.