01x24 - Episode 24

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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

Guest actor: Mohammad Aghamohedi

- Hello.
- Hello. Hello.

- Hello Mr. Damavandi.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- Fine, thank you.

- Is your father better?
- Yes, he sent his regards.

- Good to know.
- I was so sorry to hear your office was shut down.

- I hope we can reopen it again.
- God willing.

- It was nice to see you. Good luck.
- Say hello to your father.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

Hello.

Hello.

This place looks more like a b*ttlefield than a press office.

It is a b*ttlefield, I mean was.
We lost the battle.

We lost to Sohanchian Company

and Administration Police.
- Thatís no wonder.

People prefer to feed their stomachs than their minds.

Unfortunately thatís true.

But more than people,

it was your stupid employees in the General Administration
of Press who were involved in this matter.

Sorry.

A painful heart makes your tongue unruly sometimes.

Why donít you take a seat?

Please.

Wonít you ask what Iím doing here?

Itís must be the same useless questions again.

No. This time

Iím here for something else.

I wanted to ask you

to help us with your writings Mr. Damavandi.

In order to reveal

the corruption in the police headquarters.

But apparently, Iím not getting anywhere.

Because your press office

has already been shut down.

To be honest, the image Iím seeing
from you right now is a new one for me.

May I ask where it has come from?

One you asked me,

why is it that this law I take up the cudgels for,

Is there only when the police

wants it to be there.

of course you were right.

Maybe thatís the thing which encouraged me

to come here today.

May I ask what you mean by
corruption in the police headquarters?

Cases that gets lost intentionally.

Lost or forgotten.

And bribe-takers who die.

Agents like me who are

kept away from special cases.

Well, even if our office was not shut down,

our magazine wouldnít be a good
place for revealing these secrets.

So your answer is no, eh?

I didnít say such a thing.

Actually

there are other ways but theyíre risky.

Iíll take the risk.

No worries.

Tea or coffee?

Tea please.

Leave it Hooshang.
Youíre making it worse.

I know what Iím doing.

- Shahrzad!
- Yes mother?

What are you doing?
Stop that.

I played it for dad.

He loved this song.

God!
What would the neighbors say?

They may think weíre celebrating
right after your dadís death.

Oh dad!

Okay.

I want to know which oneís more important?
Dadís soul or our nosy neighbors?

Itís not the time to argue, Shahrzad.

I said okay.

I understand you Shahrzad.

I know you have so many pains.

Donít cry mother.

Instead, ask why I should have so many pains?

Why shouldnít I be holding my
son in my arms right now?

Everybody has their own destiny.

- Stick to your studies.
- No.

These are all superstitions.

My destiny has been made by those two sentences.

What the neighbors say!
What people say!

They may think less of us!

The girl ran away once.
And then she became Mr. Bozorgís daughter-in-law.

Where are these people to see my misery now?

Where are they to see my loneliness?

Why donít they give me back my Omid?

Iím tired of everyone talking.

Iím tired of behaving myself.

If weíre all ending up where dad ended up

what difference would it make what people would say.

What can I say?

Oh dad!

Oh dad!

Leave it Hooshang.
You canít fix it.

- You canít.
- Fine!

Since dad passed away,

this poor thing hasnít worked.

Kabir honey! Itís okay.

Look at mommy.

Sleep my dear. Why are you crying?

You were just breastfed my dear.

- Whatís wrong?
- Nothing.

Didnít I tell you to come quick when I called for you?
Go.

- Canít you see the baby is black and blue?
- Heís fine. Heíd been fed and is sleeping.

We have to change the diaper.

Thatís why heís crying.

- I knew. Go change his diaper.
- Come here sweetie.

Come here my dear.

This is what happens when his mo0ther is not around.

Ghobad?

Where are you going?

What do you think? Iím going to the club.

Youíve dressed up to go to the club?

What do you mean dressed up?

I always wear these clothes.
Iím always handsome.

Youíre dressing like the time
that woman was your wife.

Those shirt and tie have been bought by her, right?

I have so many of them.
I donít know who has bought what.

Forget it.
What difference does it make?

I told you I donít want you to wear
the rubbish sheís bought you.

- I donít like her stupid taste.
- Okay!

Why was Kabir crying so much?

His diaper had to be changed.
I told Batoul to do it.

Well-done.

Youíre learning something!

Okay, I have to go now.

- Iím going to the club with you.
- Why would you go to the club?

Iím meeting up with a guy there.
Heís coming with his people.

Why would I take you there with me?

We can go to Lalezar with Kabir in the evening.

You wanted to buy some things.
What were they?

First I have to buy you some new clothes.

Ghobad, promise you wonít
wear these stupid things again.

Okay, sure.

Anything else?

- Godspeed.
- Bye.

Ghobad?

Donít be late. Donít let the shops close.

Okay, sure.

Excuse me maíam.

Mr. Ghobad was going to a party
this early in the morning?

Why?

He was so overjoyed.

- He mustíve had an important meeting.
- You stay out of that.

- Mind your own business.
- Yes maíam. Excuse me.

Hello. Shirin Club?

Is Nosrat there?

Is that you Farzad?

Do you know whom Ghobad is
meeting with, this morning?

You donít know?

All right.

Tell Ghobad to call me as soon as he arrives.

As soon as he arrives!

Understood?

Shahrzad?

Hello.

Hello Maryam.

My condolences.

I heard it from one of your classmates.

- God rest your fatherís soul.
- Thank you.

If I knew, Iíd surely attend the funeral.

Babak was kind enough to make it.

- You didnít have to take the trouble.
- Babak!

You must wonder that Babak knew and I didnít.

The truth is, itís been a while Babak and I

- Youíre not talking to each other?
- Itís a little more serious than that.

Iím so sorry.

You guys seemed to be a perfect couple.

I donít know if itís right to tell you or not.

But Babak had become so paranoid.

So restless and edgy.

Totally a different guy.

These days, I donít know any
decent person who is not restless.

I understand.

I too was interrogated after what
happened to Mr. Mosaddegh.

It was short but it happened.

But until when can we live in our dreams?

Until when can we divide people into two categories?

Good and bad.

This way, you will never make progress.

Nowadays, 90 percent of people keep company
with either policemen or the people in the royal court.

- Isnít that true?
- I donít know what to say.

I donít know what itís called.

But now that youíre sharing your feelings with me,

Iím gonna say this to you.

If you love him, keep him no matter what.

Over time, youíll understand that nothing
is harder than losing someone

for whom you had to fight.

And one more thing.

Itís not right to divide people
into good ones and bad ones.

What about our honor then?

Excuse me. I have a class to attend.

Maryam.

- Sorry, my words were my own feelings.
- I understand.

There are no similar Gordian knots
that could get solved similarly.

Goodbye.

Shahrzad?

Hi.

WellÖ

Can I drive you home?

- Is Omid all right?
- Yes.

Omid is fine.

I needed to talk to you.

Has Mr. Bozorg put someone to watch you?

Why?

You keep looking around.

Iím afraid youíre worried that
someoneís following you.

Is this untimely meeting worth so much anxiety?

Iím not anxious about anything.

Donít talk to me in a way as if
weíve always been strangers.

I know I shouldíve attended your fatherís funeral.

But I didnít cause I couldnít.

I didnít have the face to look you
and your family in the eye.

But believe me Shahrzad,

I mourned for him as if my own father had died.

Thank you.

I donít think my father would
want you to take the trouble.

Donít talk to me like that Shahrzad.
We were husband and wife until a month ago.

- Youíre saying we were.
- And we will be!

Weíll be married again.
Nothingís changed.

I told you this would pass.

Suppose thereís been a w*r or an earthquake.
Suppose thereís been a catastrophe.

Weíre just supposed to be away
from each other for a while.

That canít be a reason for me to
forget you or disown you.

Do you hear me Shahrzad?

Neither the law not my feelings would
let you overstep your limits.

Donít make me get off right here.

One more thing.

I belong to nobody but myself.

In other words, nobody owns me.

When you let me gave you a lift, I thought

you missed me as much as I missed you.

I agreed because we still have something in common.

Our son, Omid.

We might have to see each other
because of him sometimes.

- I heard you went to see him last week.
- Yes.

What could a mother want but

to see her flesh and blood for a few hours a week before others?

- Thank you so much.
- This shall pass, Shahrzad.

The only thing that matters now is that

I still love you with all my heart.
Iím in love with you.

Please donít ruin the true meaning
of this innocent word so much.

Youíre in love?

Are you really in love?

Lovers donít exchange things.

A love wonít exchange a simple life with me

with a luxurious life with Shirin.

A lover doesnít let Mr. Bozorg bully him like a sl*ve.

A lover is not so shamefaced.

- He wouldnít leave her beloved alone.
- Thatís enough.

Whatever I did, I did because of our sonís future.

Because of Omidís future.

What would Omid need more for his future?

A mother or my uncleís wealth?

Iíve told Batoul to keep a close eye on him.

Make sure weíre taking good care of him.

- Nothing will happen.
- Are you even listening to me?

You can say whatever you want from now on.

Iíll listen to you but donít call yourself
a lover cause itís insulting to me.

Pull over.

I donít want my motherís feelings
to get hurt by seeing you.

Shahrzad.

Iím still living in those days.

Itís still the same for me.

We talk, we laugh,

and we eat together.

You still read me stories at night.

I canít do this Shahrzad.

I miss you more day by day.

I canít be away from you.
Try to understand that.

How can I prove it to you?

Itís too late.

Itís too late to prove it.

You had a lot of time to get out of
Mr. Bozorgís territory.

But you didnít.

You were not even like the princes of those stories.
I told you many of them.

A coward in love

simply ruins ìloveî Ghobad Divansalar.

- Hello monsieur.
- Hello.

- Long time no see.
- Iíve been busy these days.

- Go ahead.
- Excuse me.

Hello.

Hello.

Youíre late.

Sorry.

I shouldíve been on time after such
a long time weíre seeing each other.

But there were people in the class who kept talking.

It was a discussion about old poetry and blank verse.

The supporters of blank verse were divided into two groups.

The first group was supporting Nima and
the other was supporting Dr. Khanlari.

Our professor didnít even accept Nimaís poems.

But Farhad argues so well.

He outfaced everyone.

It was only him he could finally

outface our professor.
- Maryam.

Here was his point.

I mean Farhadís point.

Every ear has its own poetry.

When all we hear in the city is the noises
of cars with no rhymes and rhythms,

the sound of poetry must be changed as well.

- Professor wanted to answer him butÖ
- Maryam!

What?

Wonít you have anything?

No thank you.

Right now,

Iím not interested in hearing what happened in your class.

It could be about

the quarrel between Nima and Dr. Khanlari,

or your professorís nonsense about Nimaís poetry.

Weíre not fighting today, are we?

When you asked to see me, you promised

not to argue or talk about the past.

Maryam, we should marry each other.

During the next couple of weeks.

Iíll talk your father into it.

And if heís not convinced, weíll do it anyway.

Iíve asked about it, we can do it.

Whatís your hurry?

Whatís my hurry?

Weíve been engaged for two months.

Itís already too late.

Maryam.

Today, I just want a clear answer from you.

A certain answer.

A very certain one.

Maryam.

Will you marry me?

You know, the office I went to for the new movie,

We may have to start sh**ting in a couple of weeks.

There are also a few theater pieces that

weíre rehearsing with the guys.
- Maryam!

Yes or no?

But all these things take time.

Yes or no?

No.

No?

Babak.

This separation is not easy for me either.

But you should understand that

after the coup,

we kept getting away from each other day by day.

Lately it got even worse.

- We ended up arguing all the time.
- You said no?

I said no.

But believe me itís not easy for me either.

Itís better for both of us.

Weíre ruining each other.

You want me to be someone like you.

You want me to suspect everyone.

You want me to do all the things you want.

- When did I ever ask you such a thing?
- Donít interrupt me.

Okay.

But what will be left from me?

Nothing.

Would you want a Maryam like that?

Can you love her?

You said no to me?

Babak.

We should accept that weíre going separate ways.

A tough goodbye

is better than suffering for a lifetime.

One more thing.

I donít want you to blame yourself for this proposal.

Otherwise, Iíd tell you these things sooner or later.

Babak.

You and I have passed one another.

Thereís no return.

I canít believe t.

Iím hearing this

from a woman who always

quoted MallarmÈ the poet:

I love you eternally.

Well,

Perhaps MallarmÈ was mistaken.

Thereís no eternal thing.

Letís go Maryam.

Look Babak.

You deserve happiness.

But you wonít be happy with me.

- Iím sure youíll find a girl whoÖ
- I said letís go.

I tried to say goodbye to you friendly.

But looks like itís not possible.

Goodbye.

Taxi. Taxi.

Taxi.

Wait.

Hello Mr. Ghobad.

Hello sir.

Weíve had so many calls from
your home since this morning.

What?

I was on the way.

The streets were crowded.

I donít know. My bike broke down,
I had a flat tire, I broke my leg and I got in trouble.

What do you say now?

Donít mess with me Shirin.

Oh yeah? You were overjoyed this
morning when you were leaving.

You were ahead of yourself.

That woman had asked to see you, right?

Hello? Ghobad? Hello? Hello?

- What happened maíam?
- Itís busy. Heís talking to that woman.

- Have some water.
- I donít want it.

Donít hurt yourself maíam.

What could he say to her?

The worst he can do

is meeting up with her on the sly.
- Theyíve got no business to do that.

Heís been with that witch this morning.

I can k*ll and rip them off both.

Youíre Mr. Bozorgís daughter.
You can do anything you want.

You rip off themselves or their clothes
or even hurt their baby.

What are you saying? Hurt his baby?

I donít find it in my heart.

I love that child. Heís my own child.

Heís my own child.

You and your kind heart!

Drink some water.

Do as you wish.

You can do anything.

Go Akram.

- Leave me alone.
- Yes maíam.

Let me know if you need anything.

Colonel, I have watched two of this directorís movies.

I canít believe heís chosen me for his new movie.

Iím ahead of myself!

- I told you itís no lie.
- Donít say that.

No. No!

I just wanted you to know that
Teymouri is a man of his word.

Iíll be there during all the days youíre acting.

Even the nights.

What could be better than watching you act?

Iíll be sitting in a corner watching you.

Youíre too kind.

Itís just that,

How can I put it?

- I donít want your family to be misunderstood.
- Who? My wife?

She doesnít even count.

Itís enough that she has her fun
and goes on her trips every year.

We were forced to marry each other when
we were 18. And weíre still together.

Why are you talking here?

Please go ahead.

- No thanks. Iíve troubled you already.
- Donít say that.

Youíre invited to lunch with me
for celebrating your new role.

Please go ahead.

Royal Restaurant is near here.

The owner is a good friend of mine.

- And the food is perfect.
- Thank you.

In your silky hair,

My heart took shelter.

Restlessly and impatiently,

It treated me.

The look in your eyes,

Used to be familiar to me.

Babak?

How are you pal?

Sit down.

Sit down and see what heís singing.

Even better than …dith Piaf.

I waited for you in Naderi CafÈ for two hours.

Naderi CafÈ?

Have you forgotten? We were supposed to
talk about job offer in Bahar Publications.

Bahar Publications.

- To Bahar Publications.
- Babak!

Sit down pal.

Letís laugh at this life which makes
a fool out of us every morning,

and laughs at our naivety every night.

Sit down.

Letís get out of here Babak.

Out of here?

But out there is hell.

In this chaotic country,

only aggression could be found.

All right.

Letís go Babak.

Where could we go better than here?

Babak.

What are you doing to yourself Mr. Actor?

I wanna die.

You should die when itís time.

We are born and we die eventually.
Thatís tragic enough.

Donít make it more tragic.

But Iíve died long ago.

Iíve been left alone long ago.

Farhad.

Thereís nothing I can hang on to, anymore.

Eay.

You want to sit down a little?

Easy. Easy.

Calm down.

Wasnít I left alone too?

But I tried to deal with that sad truth.

You can never keep something
youíre supposed to lose, by force.

I too want to

deal with that truth, but I canít.

Everything in this damn city,

These streets, these pavements,

shops, cafÈs,

theater halls,

they all remind me of Maryam.

They remind me of her sweet words.

Oh!

Oh!

Pull yourself together.

Otherwise youíll be done.

When you hold this pen in your hand,
you should be able to pay the price.

If you canít get a permit for your new performance,

if youíre upset that the press office is shut down,

if a jerk has stolen your fiancÈ from you,

get on your feet, fight and get your rights.

Farhad.

Youíve been even worse than me, dude.

They stole your love from you,

made her marry someone else

and then threw her away like rubbish.
Could you do anything about it?

How many times can a man lose?

First I lost in the coup.

Then I lost to those censors.

And now Iím losing to police guys!

Dude, youíre losing to yourself now.

Go Farhad.

You shouldnít have come after me at all.

Go.

I swear by the day your heart is broken,

The day you have nobody but God,

Maybe youíre right.

Sometime, you get stuck in a situation
nobody can help you with.

Good night my friend.

Farhad.

Donít leave me alone pal.

Yes?

Okay.

Leave no trace.

Very well.

Sharbat?

Sharbat?

Darling?

- Anybody home?
- Shut up and donít move.

Put that aside honey, itís me.

Iíve brought you food.

Where have you been since what
happened in the restaurant?

Where could I be?

I was on another mission.

I say,

God rest Taghi Rafatís soul.

Heíd be so proud if he was alive.

- Heíd be proud of a woman like you.
- Shut up.

All right, all right, fine!

Okay! Okay!

Iíve heard theyíve been looking all over for you.

We had a deal that Iíd keep
a low profile for a few days.

How have you filled your stomach during this time?

Iíve been eating leaves and peopleís rubbish.

- None of your business.
- You mean during this time

youíve seen nobody?
- Like who?

Your bosses are afraid I mightíve given them away?

No. I just asked.

What? Itís a cigarette.

Theyíre so mad at you.

Why did you stop? Keep eating.
Iíll bring you more.

Didnít they say until when I have to stay here?

Theyíre so mad at you.

I donít blame them.

- You left the job unfinished.
- Now I even owe them something?

Iíd send the old man to hell if
those buggers didnít show up.

Where were they then?

Why do you lose your temper?

Theyíve decided to send you to
the south for two weeks.

Then theyíll send you abroad by a launch from there.

- It was not supposed to be ill*gal.
- Aha!

Thereís been a change of plans.

Youíve been seen by people who
shouldnít have seen you.

The buggers youíre talking about.

Youíll be away until the dust settles.

Of course it depends on yourself.

- If you havenít been watched by anyone lately,
- Iíve been hiding all the time.

And I canít be bored by anyone but moles.

Get the hell out of here.

Fine! Iím leaving.

- Whereís your toilet?
- Down there on your left.

Drink some sugared tea.

Hello sir.

Hello sir.

Mr. Ghobad.

Hello. Excuse me.

You must be tired.
Can I get you some ginger tea?

It wonít let you catch a cold in this season.

Okay, make some.

Whatís up?

- Whereís the baby?
- Heís sleeping.

- Whoís with him?
- Batoul.

- Whereís your lady?
- She wasnít feeling well. She took a nap.

Excuse me.

Excuse me sir.

Now what? What do you want to say?

Today, Ms. Shirin was saying things.

What was she saying?

How can I put it?

About k*lling you and Ms. Shahrzad.

Ripping out! Itís her exact word.

She also said some things about Kabir.

God forbid!

She said she wanted his mother to mourn for him.

Sorry sir.
I didnít want to tell on her to you at all.

But when she mentioned you and Kabir

Excuse me sir.

Hold on.

Get back here.

Yes sir?

What else did she say about Kabir?

She was so weird today, sir.

She couldnít control her behavior.

I had an aunt sir.

Saving Ms. Shirinís presence,

she behaved just like my lady.

She ended up in a lunatic asylum.

Sir, I didnít mean to upset you.

Donít be afraid.

You did the right thing.

- You have to excuse me sir.
- Wait.

Come here.

From now on, if she says such things again,

youíll tell me all about it.

- With all the details. You got it?
- Yes sir.

- Take this and buy yourself some things.
- No sir.

Take it.

Sir.

Serving you is more than enough for me.

Excuse me.

Shirin?

Shirin?

Wake up. Whatís going on here?

Get lost.

Iím talking to you. Wake up.

Get back to the sameÖ

Crazy woman!

- Kolsum?
- Yes sir?

Yes?

Shirin is not feeling well again.

Make her some sherbet and bring it here.

Right away sir.

Akram?

Yes sir?

Sit over there.

Would you tell Mr. Bozorg
the same things you told me?

Please sir.
He will throw me out.

- Not as long as Iím here.
- You have a great soul.

I canít stand Mr. Bozorgís irritation.

His anger will be temporary.

Besides, Iím really worried about Shirin.

We have to let Mr. Bozorg know somehow.

He must know about his daughterís condition.

He must find a solution.

A wise person never looks for trouble.

- But if I know youíll have my back,
- No worries. Iíll have your back.

This mansion is in my hands.

Wise people think about their future.

Whatever you order sir.

I donít care if I get fired.

Pleasing you will be enough for me.

Good.

This will be kept between us.

- Yes sir.
- Wait here till I call for you.

Okay.

Itís a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

The sky is cloudy.

I said Iíd die without you, not this time.

You said you loved me, I think not,

Time and again, you said ìI love youî,

Falling for these empty words I shall not,

Rejected once Iím devoted to you,

Your companion is all I wish to be,

Leaving you are, and I beg you to stay,

Another time I beg but insist I shall not,

Willing and unwilling you are,

This is my heart youíre squeezing in your hand,

Itís a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

Itís a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

How can I be pleased in my own grave?

Departing you are, but my darling,

Forget me you may, but not deny,

You are cruel to me, however,

I may resent but never detest you,

Willing and unwilling you are,

This is my heart youíre squeezing in your hand,

Oí Iím all alone again.

Iím all on my own.

In the Day of Judgment we shall meet again,