01x12 - Episode 12 & 13

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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

Welcome sir.

Welcome inspector.

You made us delighted.

It is indeed a surprise.

- How are you?

- Fine, thank you.

Please.

Go ahead.

Hello sir. Please.

- Hello.

- Hello sir.

- Ebrahim, take the clothes.

- Sure.

Let me take that sir.

Let me.

Please have a seat sir.

Sit down.

Have seat Master.

No need to stand on ceremony

when it comes to razors.

As for how I treated you in the past,

I still insist that I was under orders.

The harder I'd take it on you, the sooner
you would stop resisting and get released.

You did me a great favor indeed.

I was supposed to come to my senses.

That temporary prison freed me

from a permanent confinement.

I was imprisoned in my house.

Now I am free as a bird.

By your permission.

Your chocolate milk sir.

- Help yourself.

- Thank you.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

Here you are.

Drink it. It will get cold.

Who would've thought you

- What was your reason?

- An unfinished business.

You mean art could be that

serious sometimes?

It's the enthusiasm for this job
which inspires me to practice art...

or I am too old for everything.

Now that we are so close to each
other, let's reveal some secrets.

I was not honest with you.

If that is true, this could be the

beginning of your honesty.

Confessing to lying can assure

future integrity.

I was not appointed by the government

to put you under arrest.

In fact, I was hired by someone to

make you sell those calligraphy works.

I had no grandparents to tell me stories.

So your stories of the past became
memories to me as I had a life...

with no nostalgia and no childhood

at all.

As you told your stories, I did not care
about the assassination attempts and plots.

I was mostly picturing the geranium
flowers in the teahouse's garden...

rather than the blood stains

on the victims' clothes.

I explored that bazaar enjoying

the scent of basil and kebab.

I found Reza, the rifleman.

Let me.

Turn around.

After that long sleep, that temporary
death, I'm still here, breathing.

Right.

Hello Tehran.

Even my feet object to this

imposed sleep.

They are severely swollen.

You shall feel better, as always.

Did I hurt you my finger?

Which one do you prefer?

Pulling a trigger or holding a pen?

Is it blood or ink you are thirsty for?

Whom do you prefer to serve?

A calligrapher or a rifleman?

Hello.

Hello.

- How are you?

- Have a seat.

It is getting dark.

Let us spend the night together.

Yes.

No difference if we spend time

They both have the hotel

gable roof above them.

We shall join together in the

balcony under the sky.

Hand it over.

Close the door.

Now that you have decided to stay in
Tehran, I would like for you to be kind...

enough to make us delighted by writing

a book for Mozaffar Print House to publish.

A copy of the account of your life.

The binding is damaged.

I am no palmist.

But you should know that you had

skillful hands, vicious and virtuous.

You fail to distinguish between

this good and evil.

You suffered from amnesia,

restless and homeless.

You were sheltered by friends,

in Jalal al-Molk's house.

And fairly they looked after you.

In the words of the prophet;

Hot fever is broken by cold water.

I prescribe medicines and you,

prayers.

I mentioned that so that you know I am
aware of the secret of a rifleman...

who turned out to be a calligrapher.

Now the rest of the story.

Urine color.

A coated tongue which is not a good sign.

You need treatment.

We shall start the hijama.

[Saying a prayer]

There comes doctor.

There comes the friend.

The doctor, Mirza Hoda and everybody else
were all members of the secret society.

They were appointed to watch you.

The pain came and now it is gone.
Neither the

doctor nor the patient
knew what it was.

Even the medicines did not take effect.

Strange!

The pain was cured by pain.

The pain was replaced by a new pain.

And the doctor was replaced by a new one.

People of different cities need

different medications.

Our brother, Reza has come from

the city of the enamored of love.

Sometimes a dervish's cup has what

cannot be found in a medicine man's tray.

Apples are not always healthy foods.

As when you are grieved.

Sometimes apples could be

ba*ls of sorrows.

Reza, the celebration is over.

Darling, we are losing a blessing.

Master is leaving.

Reza went to Mirza Hoda's shop and started
doing calligraphy by himself.

He truly amazed Mirza Hoda

every time he touched the pen.

Being his master, Mirza Hoda

in fact learned a lot from him.

As Jalal al-Molk was impressed by Reza,

he married his daughter to him.

Marrying his beloved did not lead

to leaving his master's workplace.

Every day Reza went to Mirza Hoda's

shop and inscribed words and letters.

Every morning before sunrise, when he was
still not up, Jalal al-Molk was already...

resting on his special mattress.

The secret society decided to

eliminate these two loyal friends.

One morning before Reza

arrived in the shop...

they got k*lled by a bunch of Cossacks.

Get started.

Reza had come to give the death news

when he found the house robbed and

his wife crying over her mother's body.

- My mother is dead.

- So is your father.

Writing this book may help you find out
what happened to Abolfath, the bookbinder.

- Will you agree to do it?

No work has ever been so profitable to me.

I shall both have my bread buttered on

both sides and have a few secrets revealed.

You do not need to worry about the book.

Hurry, for my hand can no longer wait.

You said you would have your

breakfast in your room?

The breakfast?

Yes sir.

Please hold.

At your service sir.

I would like to have a stamp

and an envelope.

- Hello.

- Hello.

- Hello. Please.

Excuse me.

- Only tea.

- Sure.

Hello.

At your service sir.

- How are you?

- Fine, thank you.

Have a nice day.

No. 12, Ferdowsi Alley,

Tus Street, Mashhad.

To the respectable wife of

Reza Khoshnevis.

In the name of God. My beloved,

I shall leave you with the Lord.

This letter is in fact written by this

sinful man to the queen of chastity...

who welcomed Reza, Master Hoda's
apprentice that restless man...

in her father's house.

I did not see it advisable to keep

this as a secret anymore.

I, famous for Reza, the huntsman started
serving in Prince Moayer al-Doleh's...

mansion as a huntsman.

Until I was incited by Abolfath...

one of the founders of the punishment
society to commit assassinations.

The first person I m*rder*d was
the treacherous Esmail Khan...

and then it was Matin al-Saltaneh,

a deceitful traitor.

Followed by that, we decided to eliminate
the leader of these traitors...

who was called with the code
name Luscinia by the society.

With the help of his spies and secret
agents who had infiltrated every party...

including the secret
society, he learned

about the plans and paid
the main leaders...

of the society who were in need of money
for putting their plans into action...

and finally took control over

the whole community.

The inspector who put me under arrest in
fact helped me relapse into my old ways...

after practicing calligraphy for years.

After getting freed, in ordure to make ends
meet, I managed to find myself a job...

in Tehran which deals with writing

and is in the vicinity of Luscinia.

By the grace of God, Reza has decided to
stay in Tehran in order to take care of...

an unfinished business.

Maybe I can do that in my old days.

My intention of having the accounts of

my life written is not only describing...

the incidents and accidents that have
happened during the time of my life...

but also expressing the truth

without keeping secrets...

so that Master Mozaffar will be

fully introduced to the readers.

In 1335 AH, the secret society

of punishment emerged.

First they had Esmail Khan,

the chief of granary assassinated.

Then it was Matin al-Saltaneh,

the manager of Modern Times Newspaper.

In the thick of this fight, I received

a letter which informed me that...

the society had decided to

have me eliminated.

In the meantime, the secret society

had financial problems.

First I paid an amount to buy my life and
then I took control over the whole system.

Soon after, some members fled to unknown
destinations and some others were arrested.

The detective who was in charge of the
investigations was m*rder*d by Shabun.

Reza, the rifleman escaped to Mashhad.

Mirza Hoda and Jalal al-Molk sheltered him
under my order and then got k*lled...

by government officials

at a certain time.

Reza, the rifleman became a calligrapher.

Abolfath was arrested and shared

a cell with Shabun...

who k*lled him during incarceration.

Easy.

Over there.

-13.

- Number 13.

Yes.

- Hand it over.

- God bless you.

Go in mother.

Where are you going Mr. Khoshnevis?

Did you not want medicines?

Why are you waiting in the line at all?

Please go inside.

I had a headache. But I just forgot it
after seeing all these pains and miseries.

Please go ahead.

I have your cure.

I will inject you with tranquilizers

and you shall be fine.

I'm sure you are a patient man.

- Sit down kid.

- I want to go there.

Go ahead.

- Hello sir.

- Hello.

He is going to check

his blood pressure.

- This pain is k*lling me.

- Be patient.

I'll put this in pledge.

In the evening on his way home.

- I can hear whistling in my ear.

- Your blood pressure must be high.

She's putting this in pledge.

Her husband will pay us in the evening.

This is a pharmacy not a jewelry shop.

You don't need to buy it. Just keep it

in trust. My child is burning in fever.

This is a pharmacy not a bank.

No need to put that in pledge.

I shall pay for the medicines.

You should be more considerate

to these poor people.

They expect doctors and pharmacists

to help them not insult them.

Why would anyone withhold bitter medicines
from a sick child?

Look at the red face of
that child burning in

fever and the sad look
on his mother's face.

Isn't that enough to help them out?

Doctors and pharmacists are used to

seeing deaths and diseases.

Would you say the same thing when

it comes to your own child?

I'm afraid there you are a father

and here you are a pharmacist.

- I just can't help eating sweets.

- Don't be such a glutton.

You should eat just enough.

Mr. Khoshnevis, do you know

what that miserable mother did?

She left her bangle with me.

She said her husband would pay for the
medicines in the evening and take it back.

She asked me to give your money

back to you and prayed for you a lot.

She asked me to sell the bangle and pay
you if her husband didn't show up.

You are lucky to have such a

high blood pressure.

It is a good thing at the time of w*r.

People eat dry nuts and dates with tea

while he keeps eating cream pastries.

That is why he has gained so much weight.

Hello sir.

Let me.

Hello.

Number 17.



- 19.

- 19.

God bless you.

Number 20.

-21.

-21.

You're number 21?

Your number is 21?

- No.

- Number 21.

It is him.

He's dead.

Number 21.

Number 21 is dead.

Put his prescription aside.

Where are you off to?

He gets emotional every time

something goes wrong.

- This is a pharmacy for God's sake.

- This is who I am.

- You can fire me if you want.

- I will if I have to.

- What happened?

- Let me take care of your prescription.

- My child is in pain.

- Mr. Khoshnevis?

- I don't want medicines after his death.

- Master Khoshnevis?

The woman's husband came in the
evening, paid for the prescription...

and took the bangle back.

Here you are.

That is insulting!

Calm down. Sit down.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I don't understand this.

These people are supposed to be civilized.

What impudence!

America would never be found

Last night, I thought of your

memories like every other night.

How could my confessions

They are salutary experiences.

A hunter becomes a respectable master.

It is my greatest wish to be a

respectable man.

I had nothing. And I spent a great deal

of time in order to gain everything.

Money, reputation and respect.

I made enough money.

Now I am ready to do anything in order
to gain reputation and respect.

Even if you would have to disturb

an innocent old man.

A calligrapher minding his own business.

As I told you previously,

I was under orders.

You forgave me with no complaints.

You forgave and forgot sincerely.

Do not step back sir.

You only told me that you were
not honest with me.

Now I expect you to take another

step forward in this friendship.

I am not hiding anything from you.

However, what's the use of

revealing all the details?

It was not the government that

appointed you to put me under arrest.

You were hired by a particular person to
make me sell my calligraphy works to him...

as he had been after them for years.

I hope you are not trying to accuse

me of stealing.

What good would our companionship

do you?

I have no honor to share with you.

It is my white hair people respect me for.

In that case, cotton would be more
respectable than me I suppose.

You should keep company with

cotton-carders.

I am even more miserable than

a desperate man.

I am two Wanderers.

You are suffering from neurasthenia.

You should see a doctor.

At the moment, the best cure for

me is not being your friend.

Let me tell you about my attitudes.

Even though I spent my childhood in
poverty, I never begged for anything...

not even love from my own mother.

I assure you that you will never

Master Khoshnevis? Did you not

want to have your face shaved?

- I did, more than ever.

- Why are you leaving then?

- I am going to ease my pain.

- Your chocolate milk.

Such a good time for drinking

chocolate milk!

What a perfect time!

Right during the days innocent

children are dying in need of milk.

Don't worry. Americans have sent

a lot of dry milk to our country sir.

In exchange for blood of course.

- What can I get you sir?

- He should go first.

Today you are the chief of the table.

I eat simple food. I have never had

enough time for eating.

- You look like you enjoy food!

- Actually, I am more of a trencherman.

Instead of doing something worthy you have
spent more time filling up your belly.

Just making up for the days of deprivation.

When full, you'll need to explore

variety to trigger the appetite.

I still crave for food.

Eating for getting full is like

sleeping for refreshment.

The strange world of sleep!

Every meal is a celebration.

I have been through hard times.

So we shall have some leisure time

after a brief trouble.

Opium.

Foreigners are worried.

This is the trouble they themselves

put us into.

Now their own armies are

having the same problem.

- Russians are disciplined.

They care about their daily bread

more than opium.

And Englishmen are of good manners.

So it is Americans who have

raised a tumult in the city.

Americans are cowboys in any outfits.

Cowboys after buffaloes.

And addicted cowboys are trouble!

Opium houses are such strange

places in this country.

Can I talk in my own words?

Because there is a special

way for doing everything.

Every word has a different meaning.

I have always been against

corresponding words.

Opium houses are run by Shabun.

If they are shut down by foreigners,

there will be disputes.

But it will be a national act if

done by an inspector.

But who will protect me?

I do not trust foreigners.

They rule everywhere like an

independent society.

You trouble them and they put

you through hell.

- Even the police cannot protect me enough.

- We shall start with spinach soup.

Spinach is a great source of iron.

We shall take care of you.

Dear listeners, now I may
draw your attention to...

Prime Minister Ahmad
Ghavam's statements.

[Reporter reading Ghavam's statements]

Hey!

Let me take care of this speaker.

Guys, come take them.

There were a few reasons

behind raising this tumult.

First, it aimed at discrediting Ghavam's
government and proving his ineligibility...

to the young king.

Second, it focused on the m*rder of
Shabun, the leader of this tumult...

by the six-fingered inspector to

keep allied powers satisfied.

For the reason that Shabun was

an opium dealer.

The allied powers,
specially Americans were

afraid that their armies
would get addicted.

The third purpose was having the
six-fingered inspector k*lled...

by Shabun's g*ng for he knew

a lot of our secrets.

[Chanting slogans against Ghavam]

[People chanting slogans]

[People chanting slogans against Ghavam]

We are hungry Ghavam!

We are hungry Ghavam!

[People chanting slogans against Ghavam]

Announcement; Under the police
order, all newspaper offices

and print houses will be
closed until further notice.

Keep chanting slogans!

Shabun?

[People chanting slogans]

Inspector?

Inspector?

All right guys.

Distinguish the fire quickly.

Quick!

Out of the way.

Let the firemen do their job.

Get closer.

Don't be afraid.

Stop talking.

Quick! Be quick.

Hurry up.

What are you waiting for?

Speed up.

[People chanting slogans]