01x08 - Episode 8

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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

Please drop me off here.

- But the tailorís shop is a few blocks from here.
- I know.

I just need to take a walk.

I feel that Iím gaining weight.

Well, women shouldnít be too skinny.

Right?

Iíll pick you up a little earlier in the afternoon.

Just make it quick.
Whatís so interesting about those stupid women?

Donít say that.
Would you like it if I was called stupid too?

Nobody would dare call you that.

- Iím saying that because weíre going somewhere.
- Where?

Weíve been invited to the movies.

Of course I usually feel sleepy during the
movie but I thought you might like it.

Itís the opening day of this movie.

Casablanca.

- With,
- Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman.

- Thatís wonderful, thanks.
- So you know all about it.

You know all these actors and actresses, eh?

No. But these ones are very famous.

This movie has made noise
in Europe and America.

Today, a movie director is
meeting up with Mr. Bozorg.

I think heís gonna make him pay
for his new movie.

Maybe thatís why Iíve been
called so unexpectedly today.

Perhaps he wants me to talk to the
director and give him an answer.

What do you say?

Well, I wish you help him make his movie.

Whatís better than investing in good movies?

- All right.
- See you later.

Shahrzad, Shahrzad.

Whatís your hurry?
Letís talk a little more.

- About what?
- These things.

Investing in movies and stuff.

Help my brain function a little.

I donít know what to tell these artists.

Of course the plot is important.

It should keep you excited till the end.

Not bored.

The plot is important?
It should keep you what?

- Okay, keep going.
- It should keep you interested till the end.

- Aha.
- The ending is important.

So thatís it. I got it.

- What movie theater are we going to?
- Taban.

- What time?
- Around 7:00.

Itís near here.
Iíll go by myself and you join me from the club.

- You donít want me to pick you up?
- No.

As you wish.

- Bye.
- Shahrzad.

You know how it feels to live with a woman

who has never smiled at you in a lifetime?

Who has never said:

ìOh thank youî!

You know what that means?

You just copied me?

A little.

Iíll be waiting for you in the evening.

Not possible!
You understand?

- Not possible! You get it?
- Just give me a few weeks.

Iíll find another place.

- Are you deaf or what?
- Lower your voice.

Iím a reputable person in this area.

You came out of the blue and are telling me to
move out. Give me some time and Iíll find a place.

Thatís not my concern maíam.
Iím just doing my job.

If you move out by tomorrow, then weíre good.

If not, your stuff will be out in the street.

- Shame on you!
- Whatís going on?

- Is that any way to talk to a respectable woman?
- None of your business.

- Let go.
- Who the hell are you?

Stop it!

Get out of here.
What are you looking for?

Here, drink this
Itíll make you feel better.

- What happened to me all of a sudden?
- You donít remember?

You felt dizzy and fainted at the door.

- Where are you going?
- Iím fine.

- No youíre not. You look deathly pale.
- Iíve been disgraced.

Did you see how the jerk humiliated
me before everyone?

- How can I work here from tomorrow?
- Iíll ask Mr. Bozorg to let you stay.

- He has so many properties.
- You think the problem is this shop?

He mustíve found out who helped
you and Farhad run away.

Iíve heard Akram has become
his daughterís maid.

Iím sure sheís let him know.

Donít accuse her.

You never know what goes on
in Mr. Bozorgís head.

Iíll fix this.

I donít want you to beg him.

Heís beholden to me now.

I wonder why heís picking this place

from among all those properties!

- Yes?
- Hello.

- Hello.
- May I speak with Mr. Bozorg?

Whoís this?

Hello?

Itís his daughter-in-law.

Mr. Bozorg is in a meeting.
Please call in a few minutes.

The masterís son maltreats the peasant girl.

And he doesnít take the blame.

The girl sobs and moans.

That sheís put to shame and
begs him to marry her.

But the man doesnít listen.

At the end, the girl finds out sheíd been fooled.

The masterís son had left her.

- Heshmat?
- Yes sir?

- What do you think
- Yes?

- about this story?
- Hold on a second.

- Have you written it yourself?
- Itís told by my grandfather.

- And youíve put it in writing.
- Yes.

Excuse me sir.

- Very well. Keep going.
- Sure.

Where are these movies shot?

In a few villages around Tehran.

So you finally remembered me
after two months.

Saeedeh who?

Imagine a beautiful plain, like an impressionist painting.

A miserable poor girl.

- In the sunsetÖ
- Right away.

- What do you think Mr. Divansalar?
- WellÖ

Itís good to invest in movies.

But it depends on the plot you know.

The story must keep you interested till the end

and not bored.

Very well.

In any case, we have to think about it.

Of course these amounts are nothing.

Actually, Iím not really fond of cinema,
actors and such things.

- Itís a waste of time.
- Itís not like that sir.

Cinema is the Seventh Art.

- Itís the most influential art.
- Yes but

I donít think itís getting anywhere
in this country.

Maybe for a few numbers of people only.

I will let you know by the next week.
Goodbye.

- All right. Do you have the studio number?
- Yes, yes.

- Goodbye then.
- Wait.

- How does the story end?
- At the end, the poor girl

puts herself and the masterís house on fire.

- There will be flames on the title sequence.
- Flames on what?

Title sequence.

- Cast and crewsí names.
- Oh the stuff written at the end of it.

- Yes.
- All right, Iíll let you know.

- By your permission.
- Goodbye.

Have a nice day.

Go ahead.

Iím not paying for these stupid things.

The girl puts her masterís house on fire.

This actually promotes

sabotage and disruption.
What does that mean?

- Stupid man!
- To hell with him.

He thinks he could fool me.

I should be going if you donít
need me here anymore.

But youíve just arrived.

Iíll stay if you need me.
Otherwise, Iíll go check on the club.

Youíve been enjoying yourself a lot lately.

But the honeymoon is over.

- Didnít Heshmat tell you?
- Tell me what, uncle?

Shirin will be back in a day or two.

Good to hear.

Her two weeks became a few months.

She left like a lady so she wouldnít be here.

Actually she kept up the appearances.

- Yes I know.
- In fact everybody benefited from what happened.

Especially you.

From today on, you must know
who your first and last wife is.

From now on, youíre going to adore Shirin.

Youíll stay in the other place once a week.

But here, itís six days of the week.

You wonít mention Shahrzadís name
in front of Shirin.

And if she wants you, youíll get to
her immediately at any time.

Sheís been too nice to his
barren husband so far.

She even agreed to have a rival.

Iím not going to repeat what
I just said to you.

Yes uncle.

Besides

I donít want Shirin to hear these things.

Yes uncle.

You can go.

- Hello Farhad.
- Hello.

You can touch the carpet.

- Hello Farhad.
- Hello.

This must be in a carpet frame.

This is made in Zanjan, that one is made in Tabriz,
the other one is made in Yazd.

You can search the whole market.

But youíll be back here again.

No doubt about it.
Itís your call anyway.

Did you touch the carpet, maíam?

Weíll give you a discount.

- Asghari?
- Yes sir? Iíll be at your service,

Yes sir?

Keep an eye on the shop.
Iím leaving for an hour or two.

You can leave for as long as you wish.

Iíll run the shop perfectly, no worries.

My mother knows Iím a capable guy or
she wouldnít insist on marrying me off.

- Congratulations.
- What are you talking about?

The girls my mother picks for me

are not my type.

Actually, Iím in love already.

Sheís a decent girl, a nice one.

Good. So why donít you send
your mother to her?

The problem is the girlís family.

If her family finds out, theyíll give me hell.

All right. Then ask my dad to mediate.

Nobody lets Hashem down.

- Donít let this love distract you from the customers.
- No sir.

- No worries.
- Keep an eye on the shop.

Yes sir, donít worry about it.

- Goodbye.
- Bye sir.

If you and Hashem know
whom Iím in love with

Iíll be a dead man.

Here, Iím selling cheap.

I know strings were pulled so
youíd survive the execution.

But thatís not what Iím here to talk about.

If I asked to meet on the sly

itís because of the execution of this
fellow prisoner of yours.

Ehsan Saeedi.

Do you remember this name?

- Sounds familiar.
- Good.

Apparently, on the way to the
detention center

this guy tells another fellow prisoner
that thereís a mole among us.

However, he couldnít mention the spyís
name in the presence of some officers.

A few days later Ehsan Saeedi gets ex*cuted.

And his secret was never revealed.

Thatís why we came to you after
such a long time.

We needed to you if youíd remember anything

of what Ehsan Saeedi said the
night before the execution.

Something that could help us find the mole.

Youíre the only one who survived that dark night.

The only one who might remember
something from Ehsan Saeediís words

and save a few lives.

I canít remember anything.

I vaguely remember this guy.

I have no idea what he said the
night before the execution.

That night is like a nightmare to me.

And I fought to forget it.

But it seems that itís not going to
leave me alone so soon.

You, men of poetry and literature have
fragile hearts and gentle spirits.

Iím sure you understand this critical situation.

And youíd do anything to help.

Our man will contact you again in a day or two.

Please think again.

Have a nice day Mr. Damavandi.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

Come in.

Lady Shahrzad is here.

- Send her in.
- Yes.

- Where is Ghobad?
- Heís resting upstairs.

Please.

Thank you. Hello.

Iím fine.

I expected you to come visit me sooner.

Sorry, Iíd love to but

my dad hasnít been feeling well lately.

- Iíve been with him during this time.
- Yes, Iíve heard about that.

Life is a strange game.

When you first came to this house
for giving me an injection

would you think youíd become
my daughter-in-law one day?

To be honest

Not at all.

- Are you pleased with Ghobad?
- Iím pleased with everything.

The past is gone.
And I wouldnít bother you now if it wasnít an emergency.

Iím listening.

Saeedeh, mine and your daughterís tailor.
Iím not sure if you know her.

I think youíd rented out a place to her after
your daughter put in a good word for her.

Yes. Yes.
Now I want my property back.

Whatís the reason?

The reason?

Okay, whatever the reason is

I wanted to ask you not to do it.

Saeedeh lives alone.
She has no parents.

You gave her a shelter for the sake of God.

Itís not fair she gets homeless now.

You may be obstinate and stubborn.
But youíre my daughter-in-law after all.

I canít let you down.

But donít waste these favors on strangers.

Save them for yourself and your
close relatives.

- Saeedeh is like a sister to me.
- What kind of sister?

What kind of sister would help her
sister run away with a stranger?

That place is nothing compared
to my other properties.

But I wanted to make her understand
that she canít be a jack on both sides.

Thatís not Saeedeh.

Whoever she is

she can stay in that place for now.

I donít even care if she pays the rent or not.

Thank you.

- Anything else?
- No, thank you very much.

Malmal?

Yes sir?

Send a driver to the back door.

- And show her the way out.
- Yes sir.

Please go ahead.

Why the back door?

Never mind.

My lioness is back unexpectedly.
I donít want her to see you in her territory.

Thank you.

- Eshaghi?
- Yes?

Master said to drive Lady Shahrzad
home from the back door.

- Go ahead maíam. The car is behind the building.
- Go ahead.

- Hello my lady. Welcome back.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello Malmal.

Welcome back.

Did you have a good time?

- Akram, bring my smaller suitcase.
- Yes maíam.

- Hello Heshmat.
- Hello maíam. Welcome back.

- Thank you. Is my dad home?
- Yes.

Heís waiting for you in his office.

- Go ahead.
- What about Ghobad?

Heís upstairs.

Go ahead. Welcome back.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Malmal, go tell Ghobad that Lady Shirin is back.
- Yes sir.

Come on my dear.
Sit over there.

I was expecting you tomorrow, darling.

My patience ran out.
I thought Iíd come back as soon as I could.

But you mustíve had a good time.
Your two weeks became three months.

Well, it was so different from Tehran.
Full of peasants and bumpkins.

If Aunt Belgheis didnít insist

Iíd be back after a week.

Aunt kept me there by force.

How was your new maid?

- Were you satisfied with her?
- She was not bad.

Sheís not a nosy girl.
And sheís a good tailor.

- Dad!
- Should she stay?

Yes dad.

- Ghobad!
- You didnít see him?

No.

He couldnít wait to see you.

I knew it.

The woman has put him through hell, right?

I could see wickedness in her eyes.

I thought Iíd stay and settle
this issue at the right time.

Sheís not even pregnant yet!

Look darling. I donít want you to ask
anyone about that house or anything.

- Okay.
- Just forget it.

- Okay dad.
- Yes.

But you know what?

Come in.

Hello uncle.

Well well, hello Shirin!
Welcome back.

- How are you?
- Look at him, dad!

Youíre all skin and bones.

You had nothing to eat?
Or you just had no appetite?

I had no appetite.

- Thank you.
- I knew it.

I heard how much youíd missed me.

Iím glad grieving doesnít make people
fat or you wouldíve burst by now.

- Did you have a good time?
- Yes.

But served you right!
Now you appreciate me even more.

And donít wait for souvenirs.

Everything was better here.
Right dad?

Everything smelled of dung.

Besides, Iím a souvenir myself.

- Arenít I?
- No doubt about it.

Itís the opening of Casablanca, tonight.

- Ghobad wants you to go with him.
- Really Ghobad?

Yes.

But uncle, I thought maybe Shirin

would be tired after such a long trip.

She might want to get some rest.
Right honey?

Why speaking the written language?

ìShirin might be tired after such a long trip.î

- Itís in the evening, right dad?
- Yes dear.

Iíll take a bath and freshen up by then.

Iíll go get ready.

By the way!

Iím going to hold a ceremony next week.

It kind of keeps bad omens away.
Aunt Belgheis told me a lot about it.

Has there been a bad omen you
need to get rid of?

- Iíve gotten rid of it already.
- Aha!

-
- Donít you mind dad?
- This is your own territory.

All right. Iíll go get ready.

- Uncle?
- Iím listening.

Uncle, Iíd like for you to let me go back tonight.

Because Shahrzad is waiting for me.

From tomorrow, things will go on just as you wish.
Iíll just let her know and come back.

Please.

You need Shirinís permission.

Go ask her.

You wonít leave this house
without her permission.

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Heís called for a hundred times
asking where Shahrzad was.

ìShe hasnít arrived yet?î

ìTell her I may not be able to
come home tonight.î

ìMake sure she eats before she sleeps.î

Shahrzad this, Shahrzad that.

Come on!

Why donít you just come and tell her all that?

Iím not your parrot!

Men of today!

Curse the one who discovered the telephone.

Telephone was invented not discovered.

Curse both who discovered and invented it.

Donít you need me anymore my lady?

My back hurts.
I worked too much today.

- I told you to go an hour ago.
- Thank you.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Iím sure thatís Ghobad.
Just wait and see.

Answer the phone.
Tell him Shahrzad is tired and is going to bed.

- Curse the one who discovered the telephone.
- Invented!

Yes?

Hello Master Ghobad.

Youíre greatly missed here sir.

We keep talking about you in this house.

Of course Lady Shahrzad is sleeping right now.

I mean sheís tired and is going to bed.

You can leave her a message.

Sure. Iíll tell her tomorrow morning.

Goodbye sir.

Youíre buying so cheap already.
No discount.

But this is secondhand stuff maíam.

I wouldnít take these things if they
didnít put in a good word for you.

Donít bargain.

Here.

Hurry up guys.

- Thank you.
- Hurry up guys.

Sorry for all the trouble.

Why donít you sit down?

What trouble?

I wish you didnít go Saeedeh.

I wish you stayed.

Mr. Bozorg gave up on this place.
What is it youíre afraid of?

Shahrzad, you know my problem
is not Mr. Bozorg.

I never felt comfortable in this city.

I never felt comfortable with this life.

Even when I handled everything myself.

Is it possible that youíll be back one day?

Whatever God wills, doctor.

But youíre alone!

- With an old aunt in the provinces.
- Thatís my hometown.

Our tomb of Hafiz is better than
a hundred cities like Tehran.

My aunt is old.
Sheís like my mother.

I should do something for her now that I can.

Is that really why youíre leaving?

Together with some other reasons.
Never mind.

Iíve made you some things for your layette set.

- But itís still too soon for that.
- Itís a few set of baby clothes.

Iíve also made you a maternity dress.

Iím gonna miss you.

Iíll get even lonelier if you go.

Iíll miss you too.

Shahrzad.

Take care of yourself.

This city is full of charlatans.

Iíve had a headache since last night.

Youíre a doctor honey.
Why didnít you take a pill or something?

Weíll stay for only half an hour.

- What am I doing here at all?
- Stop whining!

If you didnít come, it would mean
you gave up before his first wife.

Shahrzad, how about we go to
Naderi CafÈ together?

- Weíll have chocolate cake and French coffee.
- Stop it!

Cut it out.
Weíre going to a religious ceremony.

- What ceremony is this?
- A kind of prayer ceremony.

People will wish for pregnancy.

- You mean sheís still hoping to get pregnant?
- HoneyÖ

- Hello.
- Hello. How are you?

- Just ignore them.
- Wipe it off.

We canít ignore them, Homeyra.
You go ahead mother.

Look how conceited they are!

You need to go mother.

- Hello. How are you?
- Hello.

- Excuse us.
- Go ahead.

It was us who ruined the marriage.

And now we should apologize.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Mom! Aunt Parvin and Shahrzad.
- All right honey.

Just look away.

Shahrzad is right.

Mother.

Mom.

- Hello Marzieh. Hello Mitra.
- Hello Aunt Parvin.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- How is Hashem?

- And Farhad.
- Thanks for finally asking!

The past is the past.

Please forgive us for the sake
of this holy ceremony.

Weíve broken bread with each other after all.

Hashem and Jamshid are
nothing less than brothers.

We shouldnít hold a grudge
against one another.

God knows how much I missed you.

I wish you a happy life honey.

I always pray for you and Shahrzad
when I say my prayers.

- God bless you.
- Thank you.

Shahrzad?

- Hello miss.
- Hello.

Can I talk to you for a moment?

Go.

Hi.

Hi.

?
You know how many times I called?

Donít you want to talk to me?

You could come home and talk.

You think I could?
Donít you know about the situation here?

Shirin showed up like a bolt from the blue.

My hands were tied.

And theyíve watching me closely

so I wouldnít make a mistake.

You shouldnít call your wife ìboltî.

Please donít try to be more
catholic than the Pope!

You have no idea what Iíve
been through lately.

You donít have the slightest idea.

Shahrzad, I have a weird feeling.

It feels like Iím kind of

getting involved in this relationship.
You know what Iím saying?

I dreamed of you.
Can you believe that?

I feel like a 15 year-old whoís falling
in love for the first time.

?
Maybe this is my first time for
Iíve never been in love before.

When I think about it

I realize that I love you.

Try to understand that.

Okay.

Weíll talk after the ceremony, okay?

- Bye for now.
- Shahrzad.

I miss you.

Peace be upon Muhammad his descendants.

Ladies, please help yourselves.

Please donít let the food go to waste.

Please.

Please help yourselves.

- Pass the sherbet.
- Sure.

- Pass the sweets.
- Please help yourself Mrs. Razmara.

Mrs. Zahedi, Mrs. Razmara, youíre most welcome.
Please help yourselves.

Shahrzad.

- Donít be shy. Have some soup.
- Sure.

You wonít be indebted more.

Perhaps you canít reach it.

Malmal?
What are you waiting for?

Pour some soup for Lady Shahrzad.

- Thanks. Iíll take care of it.
- Sure.

I think Shahrzad is not
feeling comfortable.

Maybe sheís just trying to
keep up the appearances.

I told my husband a hundred times that
inviting her is not a good idea.

He kept insisting and said she might
take offence if she heard about it.

- She might think we didnít count her in.
- Excuse me Shirin!

I didnít want to come but
you kept insisting.

- Say nothing Shahrzad.
- Excuse me, is there a problem?

Why donít you say it loudly?

Thereís no problem.
Iíll be going if you donít mind.

I canít let you go.

Not because of myself but for
the sake of my husband.

Ghobad will be upset if he hears
you left without eating anything.

I told him to come check on you.

I told him she would go crazy
in that house alone.

But he keeps putting it off, you know.

You know men!

- If they donít love someoneÖ
- Excuse me my dear.

This is a religious ceremony.

And weíre all guests here.

Please stop this and keep the devil away.

Peace be upon Muhammad and his descendants.

Marzieh! How is Farhad by the way?

Heís fine, thank you.

Arenít you going to roll up
your sleeves for him?

I think itís time.

Whatever God wills.

Excuse me for a moment.

The devil just left.

- Shahrzad.
- Iím fine.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

- Shahrzad!
- Shahrzad?

- What happened Shahrzad?
- Oh God!

- Shahrzad honey?
- Bring her some sugared water.

- Oh God, help my child!
- Take a deep breath honey.

Shahrzad honey?

Shahrzad? Oh God!

- Hello. Hello.
- Hello dad.

- Hello Jamshid.
- Hello dad.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, Iím fine.

- This is what I should ask from you.
- Go ahead.

- How is Shahrzad? Is she okay?
- Sheís fine.

- She felt a little unwell in Mr. Bozorgís house.
- Sheís fine dad.

- Donít worry.
- Something happened there?

Nothing happened dad.
Have a glass of water.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Congratulations.

- Your daughter is pregnant.
- Thatís good news!

Congratulations.

- Are you serious maíam?
- Of course Iím serious sir.

- You mean my wife is pregnant?
- Yes she is.

Why would I lie to you?

- Take this and celebrate with everyone.
- This is too much.

And this is for yourself.

- Can I come in, nurse?
- Yes please.

After you son.

- Please.
- Come on.

Hello doctor. How are you my dear?

What happened to you darling?

- Congratulations.
- My sweetheart.

Thank you.
Thatís the way to go!

- Stop it.
- You know what youíve done?

- You know what sheí done, dad?
- What has she done?

Sheís outfaced all those liars.

Iím barren? I canít have children?

- You see this?
- Stop it Ghobad!

Seriously.

Jamshid, please give me a slap in the face

- so I know Iím awake!
- What are you saying Ghobad?

- Why donít you kiss me instead?
- Sure!

Come on!

Youíre not dreaming! All those people out there
were in their mothersí wombs once.

- My dear son is different.
- Yes.

- How do you know itís a boy?
- No difference.

What matters is that you outfaced them.

What matters is that you are the
mother and I am the father.

And I am the grandfather.

- Weíll be waiting outside, Shahrzad.
- Okay.

- Jamshid?
- Yes?

- Letís go.
- Go ahead.

Let us know if you need anything.

Youíre coming to our place tonight sister.
Thatís what everybody wants.

They asked me to tell you.

- You too Ghobad.
- Iíd love too.

- But Iím a little busy. Shahrzad knows.
- See you later.

Iím sure youíll be a very good father.

Iím sure this child will help
you shed your fear.

Youíll be the person you want.
And youíll live the way you want.

Until now, I didnít know what
I wanted in this life.

But now I do.

This is the best reason.

Iíll go to Bozorg and tell him

that my wife

is pregnant.

And I want to stay with her during
the whole 12 months.

What are you saying?

Iím not an elephant. My pregnancy
is not going to last for 12 months.

What? Why are you looking
at me like that?

Darling, your face is shining already.

Thereís a ring of light above your head.

Itís true when they say Paradise
is a place for mothers.

Will you forgive me for the past few days?

Iíll try to understand you.

This little thing will be upset
if Iím mad at his father.

I love you and that little thing.

Iíll make it up to you.

I wonít leave you alone.
Youíll see.

Good to know Ghobad.

Ghobad!

Finally!

You finally called me Ghobad.

You didnít call me sir, this and that.

You called me Ghobad.

- Didnít you understand why she fainted all of a sudden?
- I wasnít there my lady.

I can ask about it.

No. I donít want anyone to think
weíre interested to know.

I think her stomach was upset.

- Itíd happened to her before.
- Really?

Yes.

When she used to come to the tailorís shop.

So sheís epileptic!

Or maybe she was just faking it
to ruin my ceremony.

Thank God everything was
perfect in your ceremony.

Iím afraid she thinks sheís pregnant.

Youíre right.

- Pregnancy is not a joke.
- Exactly.

- Finish it before my dadís people arrive.
- Itís finished my lady.

I hate the days they come here.

They all stink.
As if they havenít washed themselves for long.

- Hurry up.
- Yes maíam.

Welcome Hashem.

- How is your family?
- Hello maíam.

- Are your kids all right?
- Wait a minute!

- We have to celebrate.
- Heís right.

What a celebration!

- A perfect dinner out.
- Such good news calls for more.

- A perfect lunch and a perfect dinner out.
- Now youíre talking.

- Whatís the good news anyway?
- Heíll tell you.

What can I say?

Jamshid is going to have a grandkid soon.

- How it feels to be a grandfather!
- Yes.

- Weíre gonna celebrate!
- Yes.

Where are you coming?
A stomach ache?

Why are you standing here?

Go ahead gentlemen.
Masterís waiting for you.

Go ahead.

- Go ahead.
- Where is Ghobad?

He has to celebrate with us too.

He has arrived earlier than me.

- Heís with Mr. Bozorg.
- Go ahead.

After you Zabih.

- Go ahead.
- Please.

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 all 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?