01x07 - Episode 7

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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, Hadi Ghomeishi

Mehran Nael, Amirhossein Fathi, Mina Vahid

Farshid Samadipour, Parviz Bozorgi
Mohammad Yeganeh

Nahid Moslemi, Mona Ahmadi, Nahal Dashti

Bani Palshomun, Reza Najafi, Mehdi Alipour, Pasha Jamali

Mahsa Nasiri, Saghi Zinati
Manouchehr Zendedel, Parisa Sabourinejad

With
Parviz Falahipour, Amirhossein Rostami, Jamshid Gorgin

Starring
Jamshid Hashempour

And
Abolfazl Pourarab

Camera operator: Mohammad Namdari
First assistant camera: Abolfazl Nabati

Programmers: Alireza Nesai, Hamed Tasdigh-Moghaddam

First assistant director: Arash Sajjadi-Hosseini
Unit production manager: Atoosa Shahsiah

Supervising director: Seyed Mohsen Yousefi
Photographer: Amirhossein Shojaee

Visual effects: Behnam Khaksar
Title sequence: Majid Yousefzadeh

Sound engineer: Khosro Keyvanmehr
Production manager: Taher Amani

Set designer: Hassan Ruhparvari
Costume designer: Jaleh Zakizadeh

Singer: Mohsen Chavoshi

Sound and mix: Seyed Alireza Alavian

Make-up designer: Saeed Malekan

Music by: Amir Tavassoli

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

Malmal?

Malmal?

Turn off the damn lights.

Turn off the lights Malmal.

Can I go, sir?

- Come back in the morning.
- Yes sir.

Hello.

Ghobad?

Hello dad.

Youíre still up?

- I couldnít sleep. Thank you.
- For what?

Because Ghobad is here tonight.

But what was wrong with him?

Donít pick on him tonight.

Leave him alone.

- Go to bed.
- Okay.

By the way

Pray for your mother and brothers.

- Something wrong?
- No, no. Itís nothing.

Shirin.

I want you to go to your Aunt Belgheis
for a couple of weeks.

- Why dad?
- Itís better for all of us.

Everything has been arranged.

Good night.

But dad!

- God knows what chaos weíre expecting.
- They say it was in University of Tehran this time.

Itís all those college studentsí fault.

Donít say that sir.

All over the world college students
are the brains of a country.

Well, if weíre not allowed to
write about high costs,

chaos in universities, Dr. Mosaddeghís trial

or the fate of Dr. Fatemi

then thereís nothing to write about.

No thanks.

There will be only living in pleasure
and beloveds to write about.

- Thanks.
- There will be security issues with the beloveds.

They may accuse you of pointing out
to Dr. Mosaddegh.

- Thank you.
- You know why?

Because His Majesty once mentioned Mosaddegh
as a so-called beloved in a private gathering.

I have an idea.

Letís write about Aslan Toupchi.

He was a big shot after all.

I donít understand. Neither big shots
nor ordinary people are safe nowadays.

- Hello Morteza.
- Hello Farhad.

- Theyíve arrived?
- All of them.

Just donít write stuff that can lead
to shutting this place down.

What are you waiting for?
Go on.

Apparently, we have no choice
but to publish stupid footnotes

about young girls

- dealing with evil temptations and stuff.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Hi.

Iím glad to see you all here.

Especially you Mr. Arshad.

Last time, you didnít even bother to see me.

I think I was in a meeting.

- I couldnít talk to you.
- Doesnít matter.

Iím glad you came, Farhad.

- Letís go have a coffee together.
- No Babak. I need to talk.

To all of you.

I give you the right not to trust me.

But if I wanted to sell anyone out

you guys wouldnít be here now.

Nobody has been after you or you
couldnít leave your hideout.

Have you ever thought that
what youíre doing to me

is nothing less than what the government did?

I need to talk to you Mr. Arshad.

Go ahead.

In private please.

What is he doing here?

Watch that tone!

Have you forgotten?

Thatís Farhad Damavandi.

Iím all ears.

Your ears are not enough.

I need your heart and justice as well.

This coup was so harmful to some people

that theyíre now looking for places to hide.

I understand that.

But

youíre totally ignoring your former colleague and friend.

That, I canít understand.

Mr. Arshad.

I canít have my reputation
harmed as simple as that.

It breaks my heart to see my friends

turning their backs on me for the
sin I havenít committed.

Like theyíre all my enemies.

Fine.

Letís suppose me and the other
guys here are your enemies.

Whatís your point?

Iíd like to work in your press office.

Just like when we worked in Bakhtar-e Emrooz.

As far as I remember, you were
always pleased with me.

Very well.

Iíll think about it and let you know in two weeks.
All right?

Donít send me on a wild-goose chase.

Nowadays, nobody would risk
to get k*lled twice.

I did that twice.

The last one was a few nights ago.

If youíre looking for someone to take care of
the literary column of your journal

that someone is sitting in front of you now.

You want an answer right now?

If you donít mind.

Yes.

Donít get offended by your former colleagues.

During the coup

some people sold their friends out.

I still canít believe that.

I didnít get my answer Mr. Arshad.

Your answer!

Fate has so decreed.

I agree.

You can come to work from tomorrow.

Thank you.

Have a seat.

Morteza?

Yes sir?

- Two teas please.
- Yes sir.

- Watch the hats.
- Yes maíam.

- Take the red dresses too.
- Yes maíam.

- Donít make me keep repeating myself.
- Yes.

- Kamal?
- Yes maíam?

- Where is Ghobad?
- Heís sleeping in the other room.

- All right. Put the suitcases in the car.
- Sure.

Donít play possum.

I know youíre awake.

I wanted to tell you that
it was all your own fault.

My dad had to make you marry that
witch so youíd learn to appreciate me.

Tell her to give birth to a child soon
so you can get rid of her.

Donít be so down in the dumps.

If she canít do that, sheís dismissed.

Iím talking to you Ghobad.

Iím talking to you!

What luck!

Aslan gets k*lled right on the wedding night.

Or else

Mr. Bozorg

would be on the suspect list and so forth.

- Whom have they suspected anyway?
- A lot of people.

Aslan had a lot of enemies.

He was a swindler and a fraud.

Please give us the list of suspects.

By Mr. Bozorgís permission

weíll take a look at it and tell you whom
you should take in for questioning.

You have my permission.

Thank you.

Yes sir.

Tell me when and your order
will be carried out.

Higher ranks only want to get someone
hanged as soon as possible and announce

that Aslan Toupchiís m*rder*r is retaliated.

To show that they have control
over the country.

Come in.

Excuse me sir.

All right.

Very well.

- Entertain colonel until Iím back.
- Yes sir.

- Well colonel, care for some backgammon game?
- Sure Heshmat.

What are we betting on?

Hello.

Well, Iím listening.

You ordered me to come or I wouldnít dare.

What do you want in return for
the favor you did?

I found it my duty.

After what you did for my father.

Your father was a rotter.

He ruined himself.

But youíre a wise girl.

What do you want from me?

Nothing as I said.

- But!
- But?

I always wished to serve Ms. Shirin.

That tailorís shop has become
a living hell for me.

Dad?

Are you leaving my girl?

- Hello.
- Hello.

Yes dad. But Iím leaving by force.

I wouldnít go to Kerman if you didnít insist.

We had talked about it long ago.

Now I donít want to go.

But you said youíd missed your aunts.

And they kept sending messages.

But now?

Wonít you ask what this girl is doing here?

She must be here asking for a favor like others.

No. I told her to come and stay here.

To do your works.

Making clothes, tailoring and stuff.

- You mean sheís going to stick to me all the time?
- Yes.

All Shahís sisters have a maid of their own.

Why shouldnít you?

Itís good if sheís a maid.

Sheís a trustworthy girl.

It seems that sheís a good tailor too.

- Are you a tailor?
- Yes.

Good. At least I wonít have to go
to the tailorís shop anymore.

- Yes! You have your own tailor.
- Okay.

- Sheís going to Kerman with you.
- Now?

- Yes, right now.
- Yes sir.

But dad!

What if I wonít like her?

Then sheíll come back to Tehran.

Itís okay my darling.

Very well. If youíre my maid, you
must come with me everywhere I go.

- Sure.
- Go ahead darling.

Hit the road before the dark.

I want to see you in good shape

when youíre back.

Youíve had hard times lately.

I want you to be happy from now on.

Life is what you make it.

You take it hard and itíll be hard.
Take it easy and itíll be easy for you.

- What about Ghobad?
- Forget this man for a couple of weeks.

Leave it to me.

Iíll deliver you a tamed man
when youíre back.

Heís gonna smell you all the time.

Just like a sheepdog.

- Give them my warm regards.
- Sure dad.

Heshmat.

- Go tell that jerk to come see his wife off.
- Yes sir.

- Youíre not driving fast.
- Yes sir.

- Very slowly.
- All right.

In Kerman

- youíll be at Shirinís disposal all the time.
- Sure.

- Youíll drive her anywhere she wants. Understood?
- Yes sir.

That was a great favor sir.

Your family will be informed.

Theyíll also receive some
money during your absence.

- Keep this.
- Thank you very much sir.

Listen.
You will keep a close eye on Shirin.

- If anything happens to her, youíll be to blame.
- Yes sir.

- Get in the car.
- Excuse me.

Shirin honey.

Are you leaving?

I wish I could go with you.

Say hello to Aunt Belgheis.

Tell her I miss her.

Iíll give her a visit for New Year

or some other time.

Well, if youíre willing to go to Kerman

Iím not in a hurry. We can go
together later. Right dad?

No darling. I need him here.

Otherwise Iíd let him go with you.

- Go alone this time. Maybe next trip.
- Okay.

Get in the car darling.

- Say hello.
- Have fun.

- Donít drive too fast.
- Yes sir.

Bye.

- What was that tailorís name?
- Who?

Shirinís tailor.

- Saeedeh Mansouri.
- Aha!

Send someone to get the shop back from her.

Before the time limit.

Iím afraid that would upset Shirin.

Because she had rented out that
place cheap without an agent, but

Yes sir. That will be done.

By the way!
Remember that Aslanís guy

- whose life we took?
- Yes.

Check on his family.
Help them if necessary.

- But donít let anyone find out.
- No worries.

Ghobad?

- Yes?
- Look at him!

Go fix yourself.
Youíre going to the other house tonight.

I have a guest.

- Did you serve him?
- Yes.

Two chocolate bowls from Leila.

A set of cups from Zahra and her family.

A clock from Molouk, Moloud and Mokarameh.

A sewing machine from the brideís best
friend Saeedeh whoís on a trip now.

- Where are you going honey?
- Iíll be back.

A soup bowl f from the brideís aunt.

- See? Marzieh didnít show up.
- You really expected her to come?

They made a fool out of her son.
Why would she come?

She shouldíve come to outface them.

I donít know what happened
all of a sudden.

Until yesterday, Jamshidís daughter
and Hashemís son

were out there hand in hand.

And then the girl became someone elseís
second wife. Such a shame!

Sister!

As soon as they found better people

they rejected Hashemís family.

- No way!
- Yes. Wake up sister.

Letís get out of here.

Letís go.

- Batoul?
- Yes my lady?

Iím putting these here.
Give them to someone.

- Who was at the door?
- Hello.

Hello.

- I have to apologize for last night.
- Thatís fine.

- Are you comfortable here?
- Yes, thank you.

- Anything you need?
- No, thank you.

Can I sit down?

- Sure.
- Excuse me.

- Iíll go prepare the dinner.
- You stay my lady. Iíll do it.

Iíll give you a hand.

Will you pass me the salt please?

- Here.
- Thank you.

Youíre always so quiet?

- Not always.
- So the problem is me.

In the words of the poet

Such and such , I donít know ,

can bring the speaker to such and such.

The listener can bring the speaker to utmost enthusiasm.

So youíre into poetry.

I used to write poems when I was younger.

I donít know. Maybe

Iíll have a flair for that again.

After all

weíre on intimate terms now.

Shahrzad!

Intimacy is not only about signing papers.
Itís all about your heart.

Excuse me, Iím very tired.
Iíll go to bed.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Oí the light of the world, the bride of the sky,

Do not hide from me for I

Am in love with you.

From behind those storm clouds

Shine on this world.

- Sir? Master Ghobad?
- What?

Itís okay.

You are supposed to sleep in the
dining room tonight I suppose.

Your bride is playing hard to get.

But itíll be fine, God willing.

Okay. Okay.

- Excuse me.
- Yes?

Donít you know who used to live here before?

One of Mr. Bozorgís guys and his family I suppose.
These furniture pieces must be left from them.

Iím afraid theyíre homeless now.

I have no idea.

- Iíll go to bed if you donít mind.
- But you didnít eat anything.

Iím full, thank you.

Good night.

Excuse me.

Will you ask and make sure we
havenít taken their place?

They can come and take the things they need.

Okay, sure.

Thank you. Good night.

Good night.

She didnít eat anything again.

- Have you had dinner?
- Yes.

So please clear the table.
Thank you.

You didnít eat either.
It must be my cooking.

Thereís nothing wrong with your cooking.

I wasnít really hungry tonight.

Good night.

Good night.

Here you are.

- Shahrzad wonít come?
- She said sheís not hungry.

She had some bread and cheese this evening.

And then she went to bed.

So Iím not hungry either.
Please bring me my bedclothes.

- And then clear the table.
- Yes sir.

- Anything else sir?
- Good night Batoul.

- Hello. How are you?
- Hello.

- Feeling better?
- Not bad.

- How are your classes going?
- I donít know yet.

I have no information when the
schools are opening again.

We must wait for an order
from the ministry.

Following the conflict and the
strike in the university

itís closed due to an order from the authorities.

- What will happen to our classes then?
- Give me a second.

Your gathering here can
put me in trouble.

- Please get out of here.
- What should we do?

- Off you go.
- But weíve tried so hard for this.

Off you go.

Ms. Mehrzad, Mr. Damavandi.

- Fortunately your problem is solved.
- Good to know.

You can continue studying once
the schools are open again.

Thantís good news. Thank you.

- Mr. Damavandi?
- Yes?

Unfortunately, I have to say that

we received your expulsion letter
a few days ago.

Iím really sorry.

Excuse me.
Goodbye.

Iím sorry.

Donít be sad.
Things may change.

I hope so.

I have to go. Goodbye.

Bye.

Mr. Damavandi?

Will you come here for a moment?

- Yes?
- This letter is for you.

- For me?
- Yes.

I have one of these in my
own house as well.

- Hello dad.
- Hello Farhad.

- Make sure itís a good carpet.
- Thank you sir. Weíll take it.

- May it bring you luck.
- Thank you.

- How much do I owe you?
- We just talked about it.

- Very well.
- Thank you.

- Thank you.
- Iíll send it to your door.

- Please do.
- Give your mother my regards.

Sure.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

May it bring you luck.

- Asghari?
- Yes sir?

- Pack it up and send it to their door.
- Yes sir.

- Farhad.
- Yes dad?

You were supposed to be here an hour ago.

Yes dad. I went to college.

Why? Werenít you there yesterday?

I had to get a letter, dad.

What letter?

My expulsion letter.

Of course Iíd been informed yesterday.

And youíre giving me the good news now?

Donít be upset dad.
Itís really not important.

It is son. It is.

You know whatís wrong
with you, youngsters?

You guys are so close-minded.

Didnít Mr. Bozorg say he could send you broad?
Why didnít you go?

I donít know why Mr. Bozorg
insists on sending me abroad.

Because he wants whatís best for you.

I donít want to go, dad.

If it was before the coup, maybe Iíd go.

But now I want to stay here
in my own country.

To make a new mess?

To put yourself in trouble and make
your mother and I worried sick?

Farhad!

Do you ever look in the mirror?

- Youíve grown up, boy! Youíve grown up.
- Aha!

If I go, I canít even look at
myself in the mirror again.

Cause I donít want to see a coward.

- What are you doing?
- Sorry sir.

I was folding the carpet for the customer.

Fine! If you donít want to go abroad

stick to your business here.

And stop whining.
Forget college!

You know where people your age
have gotten from a small shop?

- Where have they gotten?
- Theyíve gone places!

Call your mother and tell her youíre fine.

Sheís called for like 200 times since morning.

- Okay.
- Are you folding a shroud or what?

Thatís a carpet. Itís alive!
It has feelings.

Sorry sir.

Why donít you ever learn anything?

- Farhad.
- Hello.

- Iíll be back soon.
- Okay dad.

- Keep an eye on the shop.
- Okay. No, I was talking to dad.

Yes, Iím in the shop.

Mother, why do you keep calling?
Iím not a child.

I went to college.

Batoul?

My lady, I think it was better
the way it was before.

No it wasnít!
Everything was symmetric.

Thatís true about humans too.

One hand here, another here.
One eye here, another here.

Thatís why we shouldnít furnish
our homes symmetrically.

When everything is symmetric, you
think you canít change anything.

Itís boring.

- Batoul?
- Yes?

Come here for a moment.
Letís move this table.

My lady, youíre a newlywed.
What are these things youíre doing?

- Stop whining Batoul. Just help me.
- Iím just concerned about you.

You donít understand me now.

But when you start having
wrinkles on your face

- Careful.
- then youíll know what Iím saying.

Watch the wall.

Easy! Easy!

Oh God.

Hello.

- Whatís going on?
- Hello Master Ghobad.

Why did you take the trouble?
I could go.

- I thought weíd have some sheep food for breakfast.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Youíre welcome.

Whatís going on?

Youíve been cleaning the place

- since morning.
- Nothingís going on.

You just wake up one morning and
feel like redecorating your place.

Thatís a good sign.

It shows that youíre beginning to
believe that this is your own place.

- Can you help me move the table?
- You donít touch anything.

- Just tell me where you want it to be.
- On that couch.

Give it here. Thanks.

Here.

- Anything else?
- I want this frame removed from here too.

- Whatís wrong with it? Itís not that bad.
- ItísÖ

Itís not real. The colors are dead.
Iíve hated it since I came here.

Okay.

- Where do you want it to go?
- Same place.

So you want it thrown away.

Thrown away!

- Careful Batoul.
- Oh!

My lady, why did you remove that?
Look at that mark on the wall.

Weíll do something about it.

- Ghobad?
- Yes?

You said youíd make sure the furniture
pieces donít belong to anyone.

Yes. But sorry I forgot.

- Iíll do that at the earlier possible time.
- Thank you.

Pardon?
You said youíd do that and I said thank you.

Oh thanks!

- Batoul?
- Yes?

Will you bring us some tea?

Sure.

Donít you have anything

we could hang on the wall or something?

No, I donít have anything.

Donít be shy. It seems that none of
us feels comfortable in this place.

Hold on.

Will you take a look at this?

Itís beautiful.

- Really?
- Yes.

Shirin says she looks like a witch.

She told me to keep it out of her sight.

It always scared her.

I think sheís really beautiful.

Her eyes!

Is she your mother?

Iíve heard she passed away some years ago.
God rest her soul.

Thank you.

I wasnít even ten.

And my father died when I was four or five.
I donít remember him clearly.

But I remember Lady Mah Leili.

She was a good mother.

I still see her in my dreams.

Iím sorry.

Mah Leili.

- Where should I put the tea, my lady?
- Put it on the floor please.

Oh my back!
This pain is k*lling me.

Which one of these do you think we
should hang there instead of that frame?

Iíll go heat up the sheep food.

Were you asking me?

Yes.

- These are all antiques. My motherís dowry!
- You know, nobody has ever

asked for my opinion about anything.

- Iím a little embarrassed now.
- What do you mean?

When I was a child, my shoes and clothes

were always bought oversize.

Thank you.

I had no idea who picked them
or bought them.

I had no clue.

And then it became even worse.

They decided to get me a wife
without asking my opinion.

Who would care about my opinion?

I didnít know who manipulated everything!

Iím talking about Shirin.

My cousin.

I never liked her.

Mr. Bozorg gave the order and
we had to say yes as always.

Even if you want to hear it for a hundred times,

you have the right.

If I wanted to think about my rights,
I had to imprison myself in that room

and keep shedding tears.

I donít deserve to be here now.

Neither do you.

But there are people out there
who are stronger than us.

Those who manipulate
things like you just said.

Now we only have the right to
hang one of these on the wall.

Thatís all.

So letís pick that one. Itís beautiful.

- This one?
- Yes.

That one.

Okay.

Itís been long

Iíve been trying to say something.

I just donít have the face.

How come? Just say it.

To be honest

first when Mr. Bozorg decided to

get me a wife, I was thinking

heíd picked one of those wicked girls,

to skin me alive.

But thenÖ

I mean I didnít expect him

to get me a beauty queen.
Thanks to him.

Donít jump to conclusions.
She might be a devil in disguise.

Youíll wake up one night and
find a witch right in front of you.

Sheíll cast a spell on you.

Sheíll turn you into a fish and
then fade away in the sky.

Where did you get these stories?

ìOne Thousand and One Nightsî for example.

Old people used to say women shouldnít
read One Thousand and One Nights.

- They said theyíd die if they finished the book.
- I read it for three times and didnít die.

You want me to read it for you
and make it four times?

Yes, why not?

I may come to my senses like
the prince of that story.

So you know the story.

Yes. I know a lot of stories.

I even know the story of
your escape to Shiraz.

First I didnít care.
But now itís important to me.

I didnít ask about your past.
You donít ask about mine either.

Just one question.

I really need to know the answer.

Do you still love him?

I donít want to talk about it.
It takes time to forget.

I just think that if I didnít get
what I tried so hard for

it just wasnít meant to be.

He came to see me in front of
the club before the wedding.

He kind of acted in a threatening manner.

Of course I made a stand against him.

But I wanted to say if heís
told you anything about meÖ

Yes?

Yes.
Itís for you. Itís Heshmat.

Hello?

When?

Right now?

All right.

Somethingís come up. I have to go.

Donít you need me?

No.

- Itís a pity.
- Whatís a pity?

I missed the sheep food.

Enjoy your meal.

A yellow autumn, a cold winter,

A narrow jail cell, a beautiful wound,

A gloomy Friday evening, these strange barriers,

A world of questions, you left me with.

A world of lies, a world of sunsets,

A hurting pain, a sharp blade,

A sick heart and a deep sigh,

A world of impossibles, you left me with.

Where are you my friend? Where exactly are you?

Where are you without me?

Where are you my friend? Where exactly are you?

Where are you without me?

I feel alone in this world.

Where are you my darling?

Come look me in the eye.

Do not turn your back at me.

Heaven forbid,

Look what your eyes have done to mine.

Iíve searched everywhere,

Where are you my darling?

Let me pour my blood in your veins.

Come back to me,

Come change my world,

Come heal my wounds,

Where are you my darling? Where exactly are you?

Where are you without me?

Where are you my darling? Where exactly are you?

Where are you without me?