01x16 - Episode 16

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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 Tavasoli

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

- Welcome Mr. Behboudi.
- Glad to meet you.

Please go inside.

Zabih, donít you want to welcome your relative?

- Itís not right.
- Come on!

Have you forgotten we wanted to k*ll him?

You want me to go?

Hey Taghi!

- You made us delighted.
- Hi Zabih.

- Iím your humble servant.
- Come off it.

At you r service!

Thatís my man!

- Zabih?
- Yes Taghi?

- Taghi Rafat wonít die so easily.
- Come on!

Thatís over!

Letís bury the hatchet now.

Thank you.

When an earthquake strikes,

itís a feast for all moles, lizards and such things.

They come up to earth from deep inside the ground.

Theyíre all full of complexes!

These hypocrites have no manners.

They just swindle and defraud.
Thatís all.

What happened in 1953 Iranian coup d'Ètat
was nothing less than an earthquake.

I understand.

Shirvani is such a hypocrite.

With an army of men like himself,

anonymous and unknown,

they rose all of a sudden.

We may scratch each other sometimes.

But we donít hurt our families.

The ground weíre standing on.

We wonít make things worse.

We donít move back if we
donít make progress.

But these people only care about money.

- Only money.
- Yes.

Do you think he can win these tender offers,

and get ahead of us?

As you said someone who couldnít

even serve in the court until yesterday,
- Mr. Behboudi.

Underestimating this nouveau riche tribe is a mistake.

A bunch of foreigners are already
waiting to hunt them.

Conspiracy must be nipped in the bud.

I can send my people to take care of him.

After all, Iíve trained people like
Taghi Rafat for days like this.

Taghi Rafat.

He may be good for spying and tale bearing.

But when it comes to Shirvani,

?
I believe a little punishment would suffice.

Because these people are connected
to different embassies.

Itís not advisable to get foreigners involved.

Itís too risky sir.

Please drink your tea.

- Thank you. What about you?
- Please go ahead.

Now we can talk about the way
Shirvani must be punished.

What is your opinion?

How about putting the granary on fire?

The anterior part of the brain,

is the result of fetal growth in projected
anterior cerebral bubble.

When the anterior cerebral bubble grows,

itís divided into two other bubbles.

Theyíre called anterior secondary bubble,

and anterior terminal bubble.

Here, you must learn two terms very well.

Telencephalon and diencephalon.

Diencephalon which is also called forebrain,

is the space between the two hemispheres.

The important thing here is that,

you identify the walls in this middle ventricle.

Any questions?

All right. Now we shall continue with our further discussion
concerning the future development of the brain.

- Take care.
- See you tomorrow.

- Bye guys.
- Take care.

- Sure.
- Bye honey.

- Hi Ghobad.
- Hi darling.

- You look pale.
- Iím glad you came to pick me up.

Whatís wrong?

- Nothing. The babyís moving too much today.
- My dear! The scientist of the time.

Heís a professor.

The baby who comes to college in his momís stomach,

at least has a diploma when heís born.

Imagine! He holds a diploma and his
father a middle school degree.

You can get even higher degrees.

- Whatís wrong with you?
- Oh!

- Ghobad, I think heís coming right here.
- You gotta be kidding me.

- Iím serious.
- Can you walk to the car?

No! Iíll bring it here.

Iím fed up with this hot weather.

- Itís too hot. Whereís Akram?
- Sheís taking a nap in a corner maíam.

Why do you hate Akram so much, Malmal?

- Iím fed up with you.
- I have nothing to do with her.

Sheís the one who messes with me.

- Itís like she owns this place.
- Stop whining.

Bring me something cold to drink.
Itís too hot.

- What should I do with these, maíam?
- I feel like choking.

Put it on my head!

- Put them here. Akram will take them.
- Yes maíam.

Akram? Akram?

Excuse me.

Hello maíam.

- Where the hell have you been?
- At your service maíam.

- What happened to that thing?
- Iíll get it for you in a few days.

All right. Take these to my room.

They sell trash everywhere!
I shouldnít have gone shopping in this hot weather.

Why are you staring at me like that?

- Itís nothing.
- Whatís that look on your face then?

Mr. Ghobad called just before you arrived.

Iím afraid he made an excuse that heíd be late again.

- Yes, he said he couldnít come tonight.
- I knew it.

- Take these upstairs.
- Yes maíam.

He also said that Shahrzad has felt sick.

Theyíve taken her to a maternity hospital.

- You mean itís time?
- It had to be sooner.

Go Akram.

- Go Akram.
- Excuse me.

Whatís wrong my lady?

- Why are you so pale?
- Malmal!

Itís the end of me.
This girl is giving birth to her baby.

Whatís wrong with that?
Children are born every day.

Heís just one of them.

Whatís it all gonna be like from tomorrow?

Nothing.

Itís just that a person will be added to
the world population.

Drink your sherbet.

How I wishÖ!

- How I wish something happens to the baby.
- Donít say that maíam.

Itís not fair. Donít say that.

I canít! I canít take it Malmal.

Put your trust in God, my lady.

I hope youíll have a child too.

Poetry, literature and such thing.

These are suitable for westerners who are done fighting,

and have settled their issues.

Theyíve had renaissance and enlightenment.

Theyíve had Walter and Rousseau.

World Wars.

Yes, theyíve had world Wars I and II.

But the art and literature youíre talking about,

- didnít stop these wars.
- They did nothing.

In Europe

without art and literature,
there could be much more bloodshed.

- Definitely.
- More misery.

- More incineration.
- Exactly.

What about in Iran?

What disaster could art and literature stop?

To make a long story shortÖ

- We donít want Sadegh Hedayat.
- Exactly.

A depressed intellectual belongs in
Paris that is filled with joy.

It needs depressed intellectuals,

to show off with!

They donít belong in this miserable country
full of typhoid and cholera.

Which one of these poets,

could ever solve a little problem in this country?

Forget about poetry!

Of course this way of thinking is a little fascist.

You mean you want another Reza Khan?

Itís the story of chicken and eggs.

Dictatorship is an enemy to intellectuals.

- And vice versa.
- Well-said.

During all these years, we had
many fighting poets.

Ranging from Farrokhi Yazi to Mirzadeh Eshghi.

Nima Yushij, Ahmad Shamlou.

I was talking to Mr. Shamlou a while ago.

- Seriously?
- Yes, after he was freed from jail.

- I too was in jail for three days.
- I was there for 24 hours.

Putting all that side, he believes
that heís got social poetry.

He says poetry is too good to be wasted on politics.

But I have a different opinion Mr. Arshad.

Most of the underlying problems of every country,

Are rooted in their cultural backwardness.

In fact, thereís a relationship between rulers,

- and peasants.
- I agree.

The wiser and smarter the second group is,

the less opinionated the first group could be.

I agree with that.

Friends, now let me have my say.

- Do you mind?
- No.

Iíd like to read you a part of a new piece.

Itís been translated by Hassan Honarmandi lately.

The long Christmas dinner. Imagine!

Itís been decades that characters have been
sitting at a Christmas dinner table.

Itís so grotesque.
It kind of reminds me of our own Nowruz.

- Why?
- Years go by.

We have Nowruz every year but,

Nothing seems to be changing.

Hungry people get hungrier
and the rich get richer.

What happened Farhad?

Excuse me, Iíll be right back.

What happened?

Whirligigs! Whirligigs!

Whirligigs!

- Whirligigs!
- Sorry.

I think youíve got business with me.

No. Iíve come here to have
my shoes polished.

So Iím mistaken.

This could actually be a coincidence.

Or maybe itís an accident.

It depends on your point of view.

Thereís something that,

might be important to you or not.

Look Mr. Fooladshekan.

I think itís time we quit playing this cat and mouse game.

We both know that after that unsuccessful summon,

- youíve been shadowing me for a while.
- Very interesting.

I hadnít noticed.

If you donít tease me with that sweet tone of yours,

I should say that today youíre here,

to let me know about another unimportant thing.

- I didnít know that either.
- Very well.

I wonít surprise you more than this.

Have a nice day.

Hold on Mr. Damavandi.

Thank you.

Weíve received a message from Astara borders,

that a few days ago, Azar Goldarei has been arrested

while attempting to illegally leave the country.

Now tell me if this is important or not.

No. No! You donít have to say anything now.

Weíll meet again soon.

Extra! Extra!

Extra!

The reason weíve gathered together here today,

is that Mr. Bozorg wants a job to be done tonight.

What job?

Following our partnership with Behboudi,

regarding the tender offers of the lands in Rostamabad,

thereís been a competitor.

The name is Shirvani whose
Mr. Bozorg has decided to bump off.

Apparently, this competitor works for major players.

He comes and goes in consulates.

The bad thing is that they get bribed in foreign currencies.

- And the good thing is thatÖ
- The good thing is that theyíre foreigners after all.

That means theyíre strangers and theyíre afraid of us.

As theyíd say, theyíre strangers and foes.

If we teach them a lesson,

Their masters will go somewhere with
more benefits and less dangers.

- Get to the point.
- The point is thatÖ

Thereís a granary on Qom Road.

It must be burned to the ground.

Of course with the help of Behboudiís guys.

Very neatly.

- Is that clear?
- Itís clear.

Weíll burn it to the ground.

- The place with all the people in it.
- Yes.

Only the granary not the people in it.

Nobody must get hurt, especially tonight.

- Not even a single person.
- Yes sir.

Yes sir.

Excuse me, thereís something that
should be considered.

Letís suppose in this hectic situation of draught and misery,

we burn a granary.

Will Shirvani just watch us doing it?

No.

He decided to take revenge.

Immediately.

Probably before his foreign friends find out.

Heíll hit us back hard.

Why?

To assert himself to his friends.

Heíll show some mettle.

Now please tell us.

What should we do in this hectic situation?

Hashem, you know well that,

- nobody could hurt us.
- Thatís true.

Thatís so true.

All right.

Iíll think about it.

But not before tonight.

Tomorrow.

Heshmat will let you know about the plan.

- I want it to be done neatly.
- Yes sir.

- Yes sir.
- No worries.

- Sure.
- Hashem?

Youíre becoming an intellectual little by little.

All right. Please sit down and
Iíll explain about the plan.

- Please sit down.
- Please.

- Shahrzad honey?
- Ghobad?

- Are you okay?
- Why did you come in? Itís forbidden.

Nobody can say anything.
This is Mr. Bozorgís grandchild.

Nobody dares to say anything.

Never mind. How are you feeling?

Iím so tired.
Just when I try to sleep,

the pain comes back.

Oh darling, what can I do for you?

- How come itís not coming?
- Ask the baby.

Whatís wrong sweetie?

Why donít you come out? I canít wait.

Come and see your pretty mommy.

Come and see your handsome daddy.

- Come on!
- Donít make me laugh Ghobad.

- Itís so strange.
- Whatís strange?

This baby is in my stomach,
itís my flesh and blood.

But we donít know if itís a boy or a girl.

Maybe later they can find it out.

What difference does it make?

What difference does it make if itís a boy or a girl?

What matters is that itís coming now.

- Iím scared Ghobad.
- Scared of what?

When I think about the baby,

- I get so anxious.
- Relax.

- It gets dark in my head.
- Donít say that.

Donít hurt yourself with those thoughts.

What happened?

Nurse?

Who let you ion here sir?

- Please get out. Get out.
- Please see what her problem is.

Please.

Calm down honey, calm down.

Donít hold your breath.

Take a deep breath.

Take a deep breath.

Aha!

Hello Hashem.

Fancy meeting you here.

Taghi Rafat, tonightís job will be done
even if you donít say these things.

They say let bygones be bygones.

Iím holding no grudge against Mr. Bozorg.

Against nobody.

My bosses have told me to forgive.

And I did.

Why am I not to do that at all?

Thatís enough.

The order is making a small fire.

One or two granaries will burn, not more.

Not all the silages are supposed to burn.

Only one or two storerooms.

And nobodyís supposed to get hurt.

- Nobody. Understood?
- Understood.

In about half an hour,

weíll make the fire and get it over with.

- Understood?
- Understood.

- Ms. Mahdavi?
- Yes?

- Get Malekzadeh quickly. The baby has turned.
- Whatís going on?

- Whatís happened to my baby?
- Whatís going on?

Doctor will come and explain
everything if necessary.

- What are you looking at sir?
- Answer me nurse.

What does it mean the baby has turned?
Whatís happened?

- Excuse me. Iíll explain later.
- Is it dangerous doctor?

Doctor?

- Oh God! Protect my child.
- Calm down, itís okay.

Donít worry Mr. Ghobad. The same
thing happened to my wife as well.

- The baby has turned a few times, right?
- Cut it out Hooshang.

Stop finding fault with our child.

Where did it turn?

- Whatís the matter Jamshid?
- Itís nothing.

- Are you okay dad?
- Iím fine.

- Sit down. Sit down.
- Itís okay.

- Bring some water Hooshang.
- Sure.

- Are you all right Jamshid?
- Iím fine dear.

- Hands up. Freeze.
- Donít move.

- Next to the wall.
- Get down.

- Go to the wall.
- Get down.

Run!

Please have mercy on us.
We have families to support.

Nobody will hurt you if you donít act up.

Stand here and donít move.

- Keep an eye on them Sirous.
- Yes sir.

- Follow me.
- Letís go sir.

Letís go guys.

Back against the wall.

Please doctor.

- Weíll try our best to deliver the baby in good health.
- What about the mother?

Put your trust in God.

Donít worry.
Put your trust in God.

Now I know what you went through
while giving birth to Sasan.

I hope now you appreciate me.

My sister can do it. Sheís so strong.

You canít do that in the hospital Ghobad.

Excuse me.

Hands up! Donít move.

Hurry up.

- Mizeh?
- Yes boss?

Take them all down and tie them up.

- Hurry up.
- Move.

- Move it.
- Have mercy on us.

- We have wives and children.
- Shut up.

Whatís going on here?

Who are you people?

Stay right there.

I said stay there.

Iím talking to you jerks!
Stay right there.

I said stay there.

Come on.

Do it.

- Where did the g*nsh*t come from?
- Hurry up.

- Was it you who pulled the trigger?
- No sir.

- Who was it?
- Taghi Rafatís guys.

Letís go guys.

Hold on.

Didnít I say nobody must get hurt, you idiot?

Didnít you see the guy was running away?

If I didnít sh**t himÖ

Put your g*ns away.

Iíll have it in for you Hashem
Letís go.

- Hurry up guys.
- What about you?

- Hurry up.
- You mean we should leave you alone?

Listen to me.

You move and youíll responsible for your deaths.

Get up gently.

Damn!

Whatís taking it all so long?

Damn it!

Nobodyís watching now. Shall we go in?

What are you saying girl?
Sit down.

- What happened?
- What happened?

Good news. The mother and the
baby are both in good health.

- Itís a boy.
- Itís a boy.

Congratulations.

Congratulations Simin.

She has a son now.

Congratulations.

Nurse, come here.

Go fetch the doctor.

Thank God.

- Congratulations Ghobad.
- Congrats.

Congratulations.

- Congrats.
- My dear.

- Congratulations on your new arrival.
- Sweet.

Thank you.

- Itís for you and your colleagues.
- This is too much.

- Itís all yours.
- Thanks.

Look at him Hooshang.

Now Sasan has a playmate.

- He looks just like Sasan.
- Keep it down!

Leave the baby alone with
his parents for a moment.

- Please get out.
- Dad!

- Go honey.
- His parents can be alone with him for a lifetime.

Auntieís sweetie.

- He smiled.
- Yeah!

- Heís crying. Letís go.
- Your dadís right. Get out.

- Get out. The babyís crying.
- Okay.

- Congratulations.
- Go on.

Grandpaís dear.

- Weíll be outside Ghobad, let us know if you need anything.
- Thank you.

- Thank you
- Bye.

IÖ

- Oh!
- Ghobad.

What is it?

I donít know what to say at times like this.

Nobody has taught me what
I should do on a night like this.

Tonight is the best night of my life.

- So say nothing.
- Iíll shut up.

Say whatever you want.

I love you Shahrzad.

Both you and thisÖ

This baby.

I love my new family.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I love you.

I adore you.

My sweetie!

Yes?

Why did you let me know so late?

Theyíre both in good health?

Thank God.

Is it a boy or a girl?

Good. Good.

Your daughter did great Jamshid.

Okay. Weíll talk tomorrow.

Come in.

Excuse me.

I saw your light was on.

I thought you must be awake.

Why are you still up darling?

Is the baby born, dad?

- Is it a boy?
- Uhum.

Are you going to,

illuminate the while house for him?

I wonít do the things you donít like.

I donít like?

My heart is broken.

Iím sore hearted.

Iíve been so miserable.

Why would you care about me when
you have your cure little grandkid?

I would never choose Ghobadís child over you.

Youíre my daughter.

Youíre my darling.

Whatís the use?

I couldnít even give birth to your successor.

I know dad.

Only this one time,

things didnít go on as you wished.

My bad luck.

Thereís nothing you can do about bad luck.

Do you think that,

Ghobad will get rid of that woman in less than a month?

You think heíll stick to me?

And youíll be left with a successor?

Could it get any better?

What have Malmal and that tailor been doing,

that youíre feeling this bad?

Malmal and that tailor,

can never take the place of Ghobad for me.

Not that I want him.

No.

I hate him.

I hate him with all my heart.

But I want him dad.

- I want him so bad, dad.
- Sit down.

Sit down I tell you.

Is this how Iíve raised you up?

Should you be so weak?

Look at me.

Look at me.

Iíd been stabled and losing blood.

But I slapped myself in the face so my
enemy didnít know Iíd gotten weak.

Where do you think I started from?

Hum?

I started from scratch.

I started from my stepmotherís house.

My stepmotherís house.

With a father who,

didnít leave the house unless he beat
the hell out of me every morning.

I worked my fingers to the bone

to make ends meet.

Look at me.

But now Iím here.

Iím Mr. Bozorg.

Look at me.

Look at what you donít have.

Youíre barren.

What else should a woman do
expect for giving birth to children?

A chair without a leg is not a chair anymore.

A barren woman lacks something.

It could be Godís will or anything.

Anyway,

Somethingís wrong.

Start from what you donít have.

You understand?

Replace them with other things.

Try to keep up the appearances.

You understand me?

Keep up the appearances.

Hi.

You havenít gone to bed yet?

When could I ever sleep when you were late?

Now tell me whatís happened.

Nothing.

Some guy hit a cyclist and ran away.

I had to take him to a hospital.

Like Iím gonna fall for that!

Donít make up a story for me.

- Marzieh!
- Donít Marzieh me.

- Take your shirt off.
- What are you talking about?

Itís not nice before the neighbors.

Like theyíre all waiting to see your body!

- Take it off I tell you.
- All right, fine!

Here you go. Happy now?

- You see any wounds on my body?
- Give it to me.

I wish you come home in the evening,

and be satisfied with the money you make in your shop.

How do you think I got that shop?

- I wouldnít have it if it wasnít because of Bozorg.
- Right.

Same old story.

Stupid same old story.

- Marzieh.
- Heís been ahead of himself these days.

Iíve heard Shahrzad was taken to a maternity hospital.

Congratulations to them.

- Whatís bothering you?
- What do you mean?

My heart is on fire.

If the old man didnít; force her,

the child would be our grandkid now.

Marzieh, your pain is my pain.

But we canít fight the destiny.

Shahrzad and Farhad werenít meant
to marry each other.

I canít get the blood off this shirt.

You go inside. Youíll catch a cold.

Iíll wash this and come in.

I say,

You didnít tell Farhad anything, did you?

Iím not looking for trouble.

Good.

- Come in, itís cold. Leave that for tomorrow.
- All right.

Youíre just trouble.

My hands are freezing.

Greetings maíam.

You made us delighted.

- Is that Ghobadís wifeís room?
- Yes. Yes.

Iím Jamshidís older son-in-law.
Ghobadís brother-in-law.

- All right. Bring the flowers in.
- Sure.

- Akram, you stay here.
- Please go in.

Ms. Shirin is here.

Please go ahead.

- Hello maíam.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Welcome.

- Thanks for coming.
- Thank you.

- Congratulations.
- Thanks.

- Iíve heard itís a boy.
- Yes.

Nice flowers.
Nicer than mine.

Mr. Bozorg has brought them.
You made us delighted Ms. Shirin.

You look younger and prettier.

- May the evil eye be kept away.
- Thank you.

Please come and see the child from nearby.

Look! He looks just like Mr. Bozorg.

Look at him.

My dear!

What a cute boy.
Cute little hands and feet.

Welcome my son.

My beautiful son.

Sweetie!

My dear.

- Please help yourself Ms. Shirin.
- No thanks.

Shahrzad honey.

Donít you eat pastries.

The childbirth has ruined your body enough.

All right, I should go now.

Whatís your hurry?
You didnít eat anything.

- Thanks for coming.
- Iíll walk you.

- You donít need to.
- Iíll walk you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- She just owned the child! What nerve!
- What did she say?

She called our child her own.

- Did you see her stupid earrings?
- She owned the child tongue in cheek.

Itís your own fault Homeyra.
You told her to go see the child.

Well, she was here to see the baby not you and I.

Sorry to say this dad.

Itís true sheís Mr. Bozorgís daughter.

But that canít be a reason for her
to meddle in Godís business.

She was talking in a way as if
she gave birth to the child.

Why didnít she give birth to one if she could?

Sheís dressed to k*ll and come here.

And she claims to own the child.

Iím afraid she takes him away.

That wonít happen my dear.

Things that you say!

Shirin didnít mean anything.

Youíre just making a fuss.

Iím sure she meant something.

If she didnít, why did she come here at all?

And sheís brought such ugly flowers.

She didnít have to come.

She had come to take the baby.

Cut it out Hooshang.

Curse the devil.

All right, we should get going now.

- She may want to breastfeed her baby.
- Help yourself Marzieh.

Thank you.

- Get in.
- Okay.

Excuse me.

Shirin!

Thanks for coming.

I didnít expect it from you.
Thank you.

The best is yet to come, Ghobad.

Was that a threat or what?

It depends what you call a petition for divorce.

Good day.

I was saying.

It was about the conversation between
Shirvani and Behboudi.

Behboudi gives some partnership offers to Shirvani.

And he somehow denies his part in
setting the granary on fire.

He just wanted to make him stand in awe of him.

He made Shirvani understand he had to
give up on the lands in Rostamabad.

And Shirvani didnít say no.

Hello sir.

Why are saying these things to me?

Well, I have to tell you that,

if Shirvani and Behboudi join handsÖ

Sir, a mad dog only catches one person.

But two mad dogs can catch a whole city.

Shirvani is in touch with great consulates.

Behboudi is connected to the court.

Iím afraid they conspire together against you.

I donít understand.
I donít understand why youíre saying these to me.

The truth is,

Shirvani has suspected you
after his granary went on fire.

Heís realized that the fire setters belonged
to two groups who tried to sh**t one another.

This was said by a watchman who was
taken to a hospital in that situation.

How do you know all this?

Shirvani is an old friend of a colleague of mine.

Colonel Soheili.

He informed about this.

I just wanted to let you know.

And say that,

How come all your family ceremonies,

No offence of course.

How come all your family ceremonies
coincide with an accident in the city?

- The wedding night, the night of your grandchildís birth!
- Whatís that supposed to mean?

Sir.

Iíve always been beholden to you.

I have already realized that.

Iím afraid others will do too.

Colonel, play with Heshmat till Iím back.

Well colonel.

Last time you were lucky and you won.

Letís see what you will do this time.

Heshmat, Iím a fighter.

- Bring it on.
- Go ahead.

After you.

You wanted to see me.

Iíve heard that after what happened to the granary ,

youíve come to a fight with Taghi Rafat.

After the mess he made,

youíd probably k*ll him if you were in my shoes.

Now youíre the same Hashem again!

Once again

Hashem is at my beck and call.

Hashem has never disobeyed you.

Thatís not true.

Thatís why I asked you here today.

I wanted to make you understand that,

Bozorg knows what you do right and wrong.

Everybody knows that Mr. Bozorg,

is always wide awake.

Iím so wide awake that when you do something big,

you will see the results.

Tell your son that from tomorrow

he can go back to college again.

God bless you Mr. Bozorg.

- That was a great favor.
- Just tell him,

to stick to his books.

If he makes a little mistake,

he may end up in the execution ground again.

Then,

thereís nothing I could do.
- No worries. Iíll tell him that.

You can go.

I have to get back to my guests.