01x03 - Episode 3

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Written by:
Naghmeh Samini, Hassan Fathi

Ali Nasirian

Taraneh Alidousti

Shahab Hosseini

Mostafa Zamani

Parinaz Izadyar , Mehdi Soltani-Sarvestani

Mahmoud Pakniat , Houman Barghnavard

Gelareh Abbasi , Ghazal Shakeri

Soheila Razavi ,
Fariba Motekhases , Pantea Panahiha

Ramin Nasernasir ,
Nasim Adabi , Amirhossein Rostami

Mehran Nael ,
Amirhossein Fathi , Mina Vahid

Farshid Samadipour ,
Parviz Bozorgi , Mohammad Yeganeh

Nahid Moslemi , Mona Ahmadi , Nahal Dashti

With :
Parviz Falahipour , Jamshid Gorgin

Starring :
Jamshid Hashempour

And
Abolfazl Pourarab

Camera operator: Mohammad Namdari
First assistant camera: Abolfazl Nabati

Programmer: Alireza Nesai
First assistant director: Arash Sajjadi-Hosseini

Supervising director: Seyed Mohsen Yousefi
Unit production manager: Atoosa Shahsiah

Production manager: Taha Amani
Photographer: Amirhossein Shojaee

Visual effects: Behnam Khaksar
Title sequence: Majid Yousefzadeh

Sound engineer: Khosro Keyvanmehr
Boom operator: Farshid Keyvanmehr

Set designer: Hassan Ruhparvari
Costume designer: Jaleh Zakizadeh

Singer: Alireza Ghorbani
Lyrics: Afshin Yadollahi

Sound and mix: Seyed Alireza Alavian

Make-up designer: Saeed Malekan

Music by: Fardin Khalatbari

Edited by: Mehdi Hosseinivand

Director of photography: Afshin Ahmadi

Project manager: Hassan Najjarian-Daryani

Executive manager: Saeed Malekan

Investors:Seyed Mohammad Hadi Razavi,
Seyed Mohammad Emami

Produced by: Seyed Mohammad Emami

Directed by: Hassan Fathi

Okay.

I'll be there as soon as possible.

It's good news I hope.

Goodbye.

Here sir.
I poured some rose water in it.

- Hello Farhad.
- Hello.

- Hi dad.
- Hi my dear!

Fancy meeting you here.

So you finally decided to
visit your father's shop.

I was bored at home.

And my old friends run away from
me when they see me nowadays.

I thought I would come
here and give you a hand.

- Asghar?
- Yes sir?

What are you doing?

I'm taking out Haj Mahmoud's
orders.

They're not there.
Over here.

Forget it.
Go bring Farhad a tea.

Yes boss.

I'm glad you came.

I have to go see Bozorg.

A few customers will show up in a
couple of hours to get their carpets.

I want you to keep an eye on Asghari.

Make sure he won't lose the
customers by his stupidity.

- I'll keep it under control dad.
- Yeah.

Don't worry about your friends.

They all will know my son is
innocent as soon as the dust settles.

Besides, what else could you want when
you have a companion like Shahrzad?

Nothing!

Thanks dad.

You need to take care of
your appearance.

Don't make Shahrzad change her mind!

- Goodbye.
- Bye dad.

- Help yourself Farhad.
- Thank you.

- Sugar.
- Thanks.

- How are you?
- Fine, thank you.

- What's up?
- Nothing much.

You've been in jail, right?

Leave these questions for later.
Go get Haj Mahmoud's carpets.

Ghobad!

It's almost noon.
Don't you want to wake up?

Ghobad honey?

Get up! I got business with you.

Ghobad!

I'm talking to you Ghobad.

What is it? I'm awake.

I want to go to Saeedeh, the tailor one
of these days and ask her to make me?

a skirt suit when she's not busy.

Her apprentice Akram called and said
they'd brought French luxurious cloths.

- Ghobad!
- What?

What color should I choose?

No difference.

Grey or sangria?

- Sangria.
- What?

Sangria.

Or grey, huh?

Okay, grey!

You know what? Next Thursday is
the movie theater opening day.

The invitation card has been sent to
my dad. I thought we'd go together.

I want the skirt suit for that day.
Tell me what color suits me better.

Ghobad!

Ghobad honey?

Don't get close to me.
I'm not feeling well. I'm ill.

I'm afraid the disease is contagious.

Who wanted to get near you at all?
What nerve!

Have you forgotten it was you
who lifted a hand against me?

You've been hiding under than blanket
for a week ignoring my kindness.

Anybody else would put you
through hell Ghobad.

For your information, it was me who
told my dad to have your back.

Otherwise, you'd be a dead man now.

You think my dad would ever let a jerk
like you slap his daughter in the face?

Here we go again!

Enough is enough.
You talked my head off.

What is this smell of fried onion?
Get this out of here. It's making me sick.

Shut up!

Malmal made some soup for
you cause you were ill.

Jerk!

To hell with Malmal and herself.

You're pathetic.

He deserves nothing.

I just wanted a straightforward
answer from you.

You were supposed to make up
your mind on Sunday.

Well Mr. Bozorg, I would
never oppose you.

- But?!
- No buts and ifs.

Jamshid, your daughter and
mine are both unhappy.

But life is not always good.

Of course.
I think so highly of Shirin.

Hello.

- Hello Hashem.
- Hello.

- Welcome here.
- Is he in his room?

- Yes.
- Let him know I'm here.

Sure.

Come in.

- Excuse me sir, Hashem is here.
- Come in Hashem.

Go ahead.

- Hello.
- Hello Hashem. How are you?

I'm impressed by your punctuality.
But someone is even quicker than you.

How is your family?
Your son.

Everybody is fine, thank you.

You must keep a close eye on
your son these days.

He cannot mess up again.

Perhaps he should leave
Tehran for a while.

I won't take my eyes off him.

Our home and the shop are
the only places he goes to.

Good.
Have a seat.

I was talking to Jamshid
just before you arrived.

I'm too old to make babies.

I must be so down on my luck.

First I lose my wife and sons and
then I find out my daughter is barren.

During the past two years, we tried
every medication but it was no use.

Sit down.

On the other hand,
Ghobad keeps complaining.

He's my own nephew but
I don't want to blame him.

It's an arrow shot upright.

Besides, Ghobad's concern
is my concern.

This family needs an heir after all.

The solution is a child made by Ghobad.

But I don't want Shirin's rival to be a
stranger as I don't want people to talk.

I want her to belong to a family I know.

Hashem! After what
happened to your son?

I don't think it's time for
him to get married.

And your daughter is getting
too old for marriage.

I know Shahrzad is engaged
to Hashem's son.

And it's below my dignity to propose
to a girl who's already engaged.

But things have changed.

So we have to change too.

Otherwise, we'll be left high and dry.

This marriage can save all our faces.

My nephew will marry
Jamshid's daughter, period!

End of story.

Sit down.

You two are my right-hand
and left-hand men.

You have the right to run
flourishing businesses.

Especially now that chaos
and confusion are ended.

We have law and order in the country.

Hashem, I had given you
one third of that shop, right?

And I gave you one third of
that restaurant.

That's right, sir.

From now on, you each will
have half of the properties.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

- Well?
- What do you want me to say?

- Can we oppose Bozorg?
- It depends on our words.

What matters is the talker not the words.

Nonsense!

Can you let your daughter
marry Ghobad?

What else can I do?

Suppose I say no.
Can Bozorg take a no from me?

I owe him everything I have in my life.

Where would Shahrzad be
without Bozorg?

Who would marry me?

How could I marry Parvin
without Bozorg's help?

Even you and Farhad!

Would you have Farhad if
Bozorg didn't support you?

I should've known there were wheels
within wheels when he saved his life.

Things that you say Hashem!

Even if you knew, what could you do?

Could you say no?

Could you tell him to take
your son's life back?

No you couldn't.

Wait!

No matter what you do, it's going to
be what Bozorg wants at the end.

It's always been like that.

It seems that you kind of like
to be a relative of Bozorg's.

I didn't say such a thing.

Goodbye my friend.

Go take care of your family.
Let them know.

I don't want anyone to tell
Farhad about it.

If he's supposed to hear anything,
I want to tell him myself.

- Hello Mr. Hedayati.
- Hello.

Congratulations on your new office.

A new press office needs new staff Mr.
Damavandi. You have to excuse me.

Goodbye.

- Hello Morteza.
- Hello Farhad. Welcome here.

I'm glad you're well.
How can I help you?

I'm here to see Mr?

Mr. Arshad.

He's not here.
Something came up and he left.

- Thank you.
- Excuse me Farhad.

Yes?

I wouldn't show up around here
for a while if I were in your shoes.

People have been talking
behind your back.

What do they say?

For example, they wonder how
someone can get away with execution?

without selling anyone out
or things like that.

Of course I've heard that from
some of your colleagues.

- Thank you Morteza.
- Go with God.

- Goodbye.
- Take care of yourself.

Bye.

Hello Parvin.

Is Shahrzad home?

Yes, I need to talk to her,
but not on the phone.

Listen. You all come to the
restaurant for dinner tonight.

Tell Shahrzad to come earlier.
I need to talk to her.

It's good news.
You'll find out when you're here.

Tell Shahrzad to come at 7:00.
You guys come at 7:30.

Yes, all of you.

Bye.

He did comply with his dug,
before he sucked it.

Thus has he and many more of the same
bevy that I know the dressy age dotes on.

Carried through the most fond
and winnowed opinions.

And do but blow them to their trial,
the bubbles are out.

Get a break guys.

We've received new corrigenda.
Let's see what they want this time.

A: The name of Abdulhossein Nooshin
must not be mentioned

as the translator of the play.

B: Claudius, Hamlet's uncle and the
king of Denmark must not be insulted.

C: All Hamlet's lines about flattery and
hypocrisy which can be taken as insults...

to the people of Iran
must be eliminated.

D: The ending must be changed.

It must be determined that the former
king was m*rder*d by someone else.

He must be identified and punished by
Claudius, the current king of Denmark.

He must bury the hatchet with Hamlet
so they can keep the country safe?

with the help of one another.

This is nonsense!

This is not Hamlet.
It's another play.

This is Omelette not Hamlet.

In any case, they insist on
these corrections.

That's right.

After months of rehearsing?
Right before our performance?

You must either stoop to this stupid
censorship or cancel the whole thing.

But this is suicide!
We definitely won't perform.

Someone tell them we started
this before the coup.

She's right. We had no idea
things would change like that.

How should we know the streets
would be occupied by th*gs?

Shush! Someone'260
Don't you think your friend
might get worried?

Don't ask anything.
I'll talk to you later.

- Hello Maryam.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- Are you all right?

Babak and I missed you
so much during this time.

And the college was closed.
I couldn't hear from you.

I called you for a hundred times.

I came to your door for several
times and they said you're asleep.

I thought you had joined
the Seven Sleepers.

I actually needed some time to
pull myself together.

Today I came out because of you guys.

Of course I wanted to see your
rehearsals before the performance.

I don't think we're going to perform
at all considering the new corrigenda.

It's the consequences of the coup.

I knew about your sentence.
So did the other buddies.

We were devastated.

But after a few days, we came to
know it wasn't carried out.

- And then rumors were spread.
- Babak, stop talking about it.

- What rumors?
- Never mind.

You know Babak! He makes
a big deal out of everything.

What matters is that you're freed now.
People will stop talking.

Just remember we have to celebrate.

Why?

He's survived the execution
and now he's asking why!

He himself was in trouble too.
We got caught two weeks ago.

We got interrogate for three days.

They kept me for a night and
Babak for a week.

What for?

Performing in foreign countries.

It was because of our last year's
performance in Bucharest.

It's ridiculous!

I see.

By the way, have you heard
from our mutual friends?

Nothing happened to them
during the coup?

They shut down our press office as well.

They caught the manager on
the same day of the coup.

- You know Arshad, don't you?
- I do.

We've decided to publish
a weekly art magazine.

Do you want me to put in a good word
for you so you can get busy there?

- Yeah.
- You need to come out of your shell.

I'll see about it.

Did they t*rture you in there?

We'll talk about it later.

You two!

What about us?

Did Maryam's father finally
accept you as his son-in-law?

He will!

What about you Farhad?

Did Shahrzad's father finally
express his consent?

He will!

- I want her so badly.
- Stop it!

Her eyes!

- Hello Rahim. Is my father here?
- Yes.

- Hello dad.
- Hello doctor.

- Anything to drink?
- No, I'll wait for the others.

Why did you ask me to come earlier?
Something going on?

Well, a lot is going on.
But this is not the place to talk about it.

Let's go to my office.

Mohsen?

Keep an eye on my desk.
I'll be right back.

Why don't you take a seat, darling?

- You said you wouldn't drink anything?
- No thanks.

Did you see Reza's ice cream shop
on your way here?

Yes, there was a black cloth.
Something happened?

The poor guy had a son named Jamshid,
just like me.


from jail after a month.

I don't know what happened
that they caught him again.

He got ex*cuted two nights ago.

- That's terrible!
- Yes, it's really terrible.

It's the same for Farhad.
He's not safe.

Bozorg did us a favor and helped
him survive death for a while.

Get to the point dad.

The point is that I can't accept
this boy as my son-in-law.

I know it's time for you to get married.

But if I had rejected the boy
out of the blue?

I would've made a fool
out of my own daughter.

God bless Bozorg!
He asked me for your hand today.

- He asked you for my hand?
- Yes.

You can't compare Bozorg's
nephew with Hashem!

Do you have any idea what
you're talking about, dad?

Of course you guys should meet
and get to know each other.

And if your problem is Ghobad's wife,
it's no big deal!

You can't both study and
handle a married life.

You should be alone sometimes
and take care of your studies.

Besides, Bozorg never says
anything haphazardly.

There must be a reason behind this.

Yes?

Your family is here sir.

Why so early? They were
supposed to arrive in half an hour.

Shall we start? I thought Hashem's
family would come as well.

We've hung out with them so much
that we've forgotten about ourselves.

What's the occasion then?

Simin!

The occasion is a fortunate marriage.

So now we are strangers, dad?
Who's proposed to Simin?

Lower your voice Homeyra.
People may hear you.

What are you talking about?
Nobody's proposed to me.

Dad!

Have your dinner.
We'll talk about it later.

Hold on, I'll tell you myself.

This is about Bozorg's stupid
and shameless proposal.

He wants me to marry his nephew
Ghobad instead of Farhad.

He can't make me change
hands like a handkerchief!

Shirin Club.

Hello sir.

There are a lot of girls in this city who
would love to be your daughter-in-law.

Please forget about this one.

Even if I do, Jamshid will not.

Jamshid doesn't want to marry
his daughter to your son at all.

I mediated or things would go south.

Your son would come to
a fight with him.

Jamshid said that himself?

Things will turn out well for
your son in the end.

This is not the time for
him to get married.

Your son is grown physically
but not mentally.

Take one of these.

It'll make you feel better.

Sit down.

Hashem has found this
woman for Bozorg?

For Bozorg or me?

Soon they're going to tell you to
marry her or any other woman.

And you will say yes.

You will close your eyes
and make a baby.

That will keep you supported for good.

Wishful thinking!

They forced me to marry Shirin
once and once was enough.

I won't let that happen again.

Half-alive, carrying this burden,
An endless destination,

Centuries behind the horizon,
A wandering daybreak,

In which the dim sparkle
of a lonely look,

Searches the soundless
morning of a wilderness,

Like a mirror facing a wasteland,
For another flickering glance.

Unfamiliar fear all over me,
Tumultuous joy on a sanctuary,

And in the middle of this chaos,
my last thrill, is your k*ller eye,

Tired of fighting,
Last chance for peace,

Your rebellious love, it is.

Not a soul may know about us, I wish.

Nothing but the game we play,
Nothing else makes a difference.

Are you still awake?

It was a long night.

I always say that your dad's
restaurant brings bad luck.

What does is have to do
with dad's restaurant?

Remember the th*gs at the next table?
Didn't you see what they were doing?

They had nothing to do with us mother.
We were even louder than them.

This is what happens
in cafes and restaurants.

Everybody should mind
their own business.

People should learn not to
pry into others affairs.

I don't know darling.
I'm not an educated woman like you.

Doesn't matter at all.

For someone who's hanging by a thread,
even education cannot help sometimes.

Saving your presence!
Are you hanging by a thread?

- I'm not?
- It's not like that darling.

Yes it is. Dad didn't like
Farhad from the beginning.

I'm afraid he agreed to the marriage for
the sake of his friendship with Hashem.

Putting that aside, how can
I marry Bozorg's son-in-law?

Why don't you say Bozorg's nephew?
He's put you at his daughter's place.

You mean you agree?
As simple as that?

When did I say I agree?

You should talk to your
father tomorrow.

I really want to know if you
agree to this marriage.

I didn't say such a thing.
Farhad is like my own son.

- But you don't know Bozorg.
- I wish this is all a nightmare.

I wish everything gets back to
normal in the morning.

Put your trust in God and
go to sleep, darling.

Nothing has happened yet.
Tomorrow is another day.

- I'm afraid Farhad hears about this.
- Stop troubling your mind.

Put your trust in God and go to sleep.

I love you.

What are you talking about?
This is not a deal!

How can it be possible?

Does Shahrzad know about this?

That's nonsense my dear.
Things will go on just as you like.

You get back upstairs.

I've become yours and Bozorg's puppet.

I get ready for execution and they
sh**t me with a drill round.

You start making preparations
for the wedding?

while you're marrying the
bride to someone else.

What's going on here dad?

You didn't agree to this marriage lately.

You didn't even talk to
Jamshid's daughter.

Interesting!
Now she's Jamshid's daughter!

Look!
Bozorg wants what's best for us.

Just tell me one thing.
Does Shahrzad know about this?

She does.
Jamshid has let her know.

- And she's just listened to him?
- What could she do?

She should've slapped the one who
came up with this idea, mother.

She should've slapped whom?
Her dad? Or Bozorg?

Have you forgotten we
owe your life to him?

I wish you didn't!

- I wish you let me get k*lled.
- God forbid, son.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to hell!

Farhad!

Why are you sitting here?
Go after him.

Hashem!

He won't listen to me
no matter what I say.

Let him hear it from Jamshid.

Sit down.
It's gonna be okay.

- Hello.
- Hello.

I've come to talk to Shahrzad.

Not at this time of night.

Come to the restaurant tomorrow
and we'll talk man to man.

I need a straightforward answer
right now.

God!

All right, come in.

Well?

You heard me.

- So you've come to make a scene, eh?
- I've come to talk to my wife.

Your wife? Things that you say!
Since when?

Let me see. What if I don't want
you as my son-in-law at all?


I need to hear this from Shahrzad.

- Shahrzad's word is my word.
- Is that true Shahrzad?

Have you changed your mind?
You don't want to marry me anymore?

- Why did you come here?
- Sorry dad.

- Get back inside.
- What did you tell him, dad?

I said get back inside.

Is it true you're becoming
Bozorg's daughter-in-law?

What are you doing here?
Get out.

- Me? I would never do such a thing.
- See?

Now you're going against your father?

- You chose him over me?
- What are you saying dad?

We've been engaged to each other.
What happened all of a sudden?

Go inside or I'll beat the
hell out of this boy.

I'm asking you kindly!

You're marrying my fiance to
someone else!

- Stop it! I'll cut your tongue off.
- Dad!

You're beating up your
best friend's son?

God!

- Farhad, go.
- Okay, I'll go.

- But I refuse to be browbeaten!
- Get out!

You're lucky you are the son of?

Stop it.

It's over.

I don't want anyone to talk about
Hashem's son in this house anymore.

- Not even a word!
- Calm down.

Parvin, I'll raise a hell if he
shows up here ever again.

Quiet down! It's late.

- You go inside.
- God!

Go ahead.

Go in Shahrzad.

Hey buddy!
It's the curfew hours.

What are you doing here
at this time of night?

Let's go.
He's feeling even worse than us.

Get out of here before you get arrested.

- Anything else sir?
- Go.

By your permission.

Good morning uncle.

Where is Shirin?

She's a little unwell.
Still sleeping.

I didn't see her last night either.

She's been feeling sick since
yesterday noon.

Uncle, I've heard that?

What have you heard?

It seems that I am the last one
who hears about this.

Hashem knew.
Shirin must've known as well.

Maybe that's why she's been
feeling unwell since yesterday.

Looks like I am the only one who
doesn't know what's going on.

You will hear about it as well.

Good morning.

- Hi dad.
- Hi darling.

You're not well my girl?
Why didn't you join us for breakfast?

My darling!

Life is not always as sweet
as you think it is.

Sometimes, it's about hard times.
Sad moments!

Tough situations!

Or rivals!

You will deal with it eventually.

There are two alternatives for Ghobad.

He should either die or lead
a decent life in this house.

I prefer the first alternative
which you wouldn't like so much.

And the second one

I wish it was a peasant girl
from a village or somewhere.

This girl is not that unpleasant.

You expect me to bring a peasant girl
who'd stick to our life and disgrace us?

This girl will not be a good
wife for your husband!

She's not a housewife.
She's always out there in the streets.

Ghobad will go crazy in less
than a couple of days.

He will appreciate you and
get back to you.

And he will know who
the barren one is.

I wish I too was in that car
with you the other day.

I wish I died with my
mother and brothers.

I told you I wanted to go
on that trip with you.

You told me to stay with my husband so
he'd come to his senses but he didn't.

My mother and brothers died but
Ghobad didn't mend his ways.

My darling! This is the last shot.

If this thing fails, I will throw him away
like garbage no matter who he is.

Darling, bear with me this one time.
My sweet girl!

Okay dad.
I will swallow the bitter pill.

I just want to be the mother
of Ghobad's child.

Okay.

I want to be the one who
would raise the child.

That's for sure.

I would do anything if
you see it advisable dad.

You're the only one I have in this world.

My dear girl!

Drink your tea.
Have your breakfast.

Get up honey.
I've made you delicious soup.

Simin, help her sit up.

- I'm not hungry.
- Sit up!

Honey, you haven't eaten for three days.
I've poured sour orange juice in it.

Just as you like.
Eat it dear.

It's like there's a rock in my stomach.

Let me ask your dad to bring
Dr. Khosravi over to see you.

I don't want it!
I'll be fine.

Simin, what are you looking at?
Go get the phone.

Shahrzad honey, get up!

Hi Farhad.

No, she's not well at all.

I told you I'd ask her to call
when she's better. I have to go.

But she can't talk right now.

Okay, go ahead.

Okay.

Okay but I doubt that she can make it.

Okay, bye.

- Simin?
- Yes?

Who was it?

It was Saeedeh. She was asking
after Shahrzad's health.

Don't!

Shahrzad?

Farhad makes me wonder!

I keep telling him my sister's
not well but he doesn't listen.

Was it Farhad?

I told him you couldn't talk.

What did he say?

First let me tell you what I said to him.

I told him he kept ignoring you
and now it's your turn.

I told him: what were you thinking?

I also told him I doubt that you could
meet him in Naderi Cafe tomorrow at 11.

- Naderi Cafe at 11?
- Yeah.

He said you can say you must choose
your courses for the first semester.

Shush!

But don't worry. I told him you probably
wouldn't go even if you could.

What is it darling?

Anything left from your soup,
with sour orange juice in it?

Oh darling!
I've made it for you.

Back to life I am after all these deaths

Back home I am after all these doubts

Once more a window
after all these countless walls

Trusting your eyes, trusting your eyes

After all these doubts

Tired of seeking you,
tired of not finding you

Tired of smelling your scent,
tired of your absence

Tired of breathing,
tired of dying in you without you

Set my heart on fire, bring me back to life

Not too soon, not too late

Be my flame again for
I shall not rest in the ground

Believe in this love

Come to my rescue, for in your eyes

I shall settle

Tired of breathing,
tired of dying in you without you

Set my heart on fire, bring me back to life

Not too soon, not too late

Back to life again, I am

Back to life again