01x03 - Episode 3

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Agha Jan from the insult of Dear Uncle,

To such an extent angry was,

That constantly after opportunity for revenge was searching.

The night that Dear Uncle Napoleon,

From fear of thief,

Under the bed hid…

Agha Jan this opportunity obtained.

Decided,

To give a lavish party,

And by inviting the thief to the party,

Dear Uncle’s boastings to mock.

Dear Uncle who his reputation in danger saw,

In another corner of the garden,

Held a rowzeh assembly,

And the party fell apart.

Agha Jan with prior plan,

Unexpectedly to the rowzeh assembly went,

But Dear Uncle,

Who to his intention had realized,

Once again with difficulty,

From Agha Jan took the gall of the eye.
[By an action, frightening another]

[Sound of horses galloping]

Dear Uncle Napoleon
Episode 3

Based on the novel Dear Uncle Napoleon
Written by Iraj Pezeshkzad

Subtitle : Iman Soleimani Zadeh

[Sound of horses galloping]

[Sound of g*nf*re and warriors shouting]

♪ Military march ♪

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Ghasem

Yes!

That lamp is going out too.

Yes, sir.

By the way, sister!

Why didn’t Dustali come to the rowzeh tonight?!

How do I know!

You’re right, why!

Lady Aziz-Saltaneh didn’t come to the rowzeh either!

They must have gone somewhere else.

God willing it’s for good.

Help me!

Save me!

It sounds like Dustali-Khan’s voice!
- Ladder!

It’s him!
- Ladder!

Mr. Dustali-Khan!
- Hurry!

- Ladder!

Mr. Dustali-Khan, we came.

- Hurry…

We came! Don’t be afraid!

What happened!

For the soul of the late Great Sir, help me!

Ghasem, ladder!

Yes… yes!
- Help!

Bring the ladder, quick!
- Help!

- Ladder, quick!

Move, Ghasem!

Ladder!

What happened?

What is it, Dustali?
- Come here, Babam Jan!

Mr. Dustali-Khan!

What happened!

Give me your hand!

- I can’t, Sir!
- What happened?

Dustali,

Why are you coming from the roof?

Slow, slow!

Be careful with him, come on.

Give me your hand.
- Hold him!

Give me your hand, Dustali.

Slow, come on.

Slow
- Let…

Slow
- Let me come down.

- What happened?
- Slow

[He groans]

Oh God, k*ll me!

Naked!

Oh! Why!

Dustali… Dustali!

- Dust on head!

Dustali!

Dust on my head!

Why did he come naked on the roof?

What is this?

Sir!

As if a snake bit him!

Again nonsense you say, Ghasem?

You let me see what happened?
- Clear the way.

Dustali!

What is it?

Water!

Splash water on his face!

I turned gold in water, so his fear pours out!
[In old belief, drinking water in which a gold ring has been turned removes fear]

Cut!
- Dustali!

Cut!

Dustali!

Cut!
- What to cut?

Cut!

Who wanted to cut?-
- Who cut?

Wanted to cut!

Who wanted to cut?

- Dust on my head! Who?
- Aziz...

- Aziz...

What happened, Poori?

Poor Dustali-Khan fainted.

Dustali!

What is it?

Dustali!

Cut!... cut!

Well, what to cut?
- Wanted to cut!

Wanted to cut!
What what to cut!

Aziz!

Aziz!

What what did he want to cut!

That she-demon…

What what to cut?

Moment!

Moment!

Let me see! Let me see!

Lady Aziz-Saltaneh wanted, God forbid…
[Prince Asdollah-Mirza’s reference is to cutting off the male genital organ]

Yes!
[He speaks with horror]

Wanted to cut!

Wanted to cut!

If I hadn’t moved quickly, he would have cut!

Would have cut!

If he cut, he would sit himself on black soil!

One on the branch, the root was cutting…
[A poem from Saadi’s Bustan]

The Lord of the orchard looked and saw.
[The poem means that a person takes an axe to his own root]

Dustali, speak correctly, what did he want to cut?
[He groans]

I saw myself!

I saw myself!

The kitchen knife…
- Say!

He had brought in the bed!
- Well!

At all he had taken to cut!

Ay cut… cut

Come, take a look,

Maybe really he has cut!

Brother!

Moment!

It’s disgraceful, Shazdeh!-
Moment you too

Ugh, don’t you see he fainted again!

Sir, Sir, come forward.

This poor guy fainted again!

Take a look, maybe really he has cut!

Huh!

Ghasem!

Yes, Sir?

Go take a look,

See really, he has cut or not!

Yes, sir!
- Why all this shouting and screaming? He’s examining!

Ladies and kids that side!

That side!

- That side.

- Go, Sir.

- Again you fainted.

[He groans]

Do something to bring him to consciousness.
[He groans]

Butcher! Butcher…
- Dustali!

Ghasem…

Go!

Go!

Go!

Honestly, Sir, why lie?

Till the grave, A-A-A-A!

As if in childhood they cut!
[He means circumcision]

Sir, if from us you ask,

No lack and shortage also it has not!

What period and time has become!

We…

A thousand times in wars,

With,

r*fle,

Bayonet,

Sword,

Shrapnel,
[expl*sive b*llet]

Face to face we became…

Never,

Fear to our heart way found not!

Yes—

Mashallah Sir lion heart has!

Sir, Boyr-Ahmadi w*r to your memory is?

There Mohammad, cleaver in hand,

How from on horse jumped on you!

Now…

These from seeing kitchen knife,

Shouting and screaming start and…

Faint!
- Mash Ghasem!

Come help!

Come.

Yes, Mr. Colonel, yes.

Even his thing they didn’t cut!

If they had cut, what would he do!

Yes, Sir, Mash Ghasem is right… he is right—

Now take him down, maybe his condition gets better.

Slow, Babam Jan… ah… be careful.

Mr. Dustali-Khan!
- Go, go!

Go… go

Why nonsense you say, Dustali!

Is Lady Aziz-Saltaneh crazy!

You became delusional!

Help me!
- Ugh, quiet, sensible man!

You ruined our reputation!

First also one “fas” big fight with me did…
[“Fas” or “fasl” means one time]

Rowzeh also didn’t come!

Then went into the kitchen,

Sharpened it!

Ouch!

One person from your family,

Told her that I have relationship with a young woman!

[He screams and groans]

What!? What!?

What did Dustali say!?

One person from our family!?

May the grave-digger take this kind of family!

All are murderers!

If I had moved late,

He would have cut from the root!

[He screams and groans]

Quiet! Quiet, Dustali!
[He screams and groans]

I understood!

I know the work of which vile person it is!

That man,

Wants to damage the namoos of our family!

Has conspired against the namoos of our family!

I’ll burn his father!

The namoos of my family is no longer a joking matter!

This man knows,

That my weak point is Dustali!

He knows that I raised Dustali from childhood!

He is like my own child!

He himself is my relative!

His wife is my relative!

These also have patience!

Again these want to fall on each other.

Farrokh Lagha Khanom!

I want to die and be free from this life.

I had a wish when the kids grew up,

When Saeid became twenty years old,

Finished his studies,

To betroth Leili to Saeid.

[She cries]

All of it is his work!

He wants to throw everyone at each other!

There is no doubt,

That that vile man told Aziz-Saltaneh!

Napoleon’s strategy,

That in backgammon game, he heard from me,

Now he hits it to me!

Napoleon,

Says always in wars,

Must attack the weakest point of the enemy.

Now he too attacked my namoos!

I’ll burn your father!
Now don’t get angry!

- Maybe it’s not his work!

- Don’t rush in judgment.

First investigation,

Then verdict!

Eh… Mr. Dustali-Khan?

Please with all precision,

And honesty,

Answer my questions.

Now what time for interrogation is?

Brother Khan, leave this work for tomorrow.

Don’t you see this poor guy fainted!

He doesn’t have the strength to speak!

It’s midnight!

The best time,

For interrogation and investigation,

The moments after the occurrence of the crime!

Until tomorrow, the factors for certainty,

Will scatter!

Yes, Sir!

Until tomorrow who is dead who is alive!

We had a fellow villager…

At night he was alive,

Tomorrow morning he died!

Mash Ghasem!

Mr. Colonel,

Please sit down so we start the session.

There is no god but Allah

Dustali!

In gratitude,

For the attention I always had toward you,

From you I want,

That with precision,

To Shamsali Mirza’s questions you answer.

Tonight the truth must be discovered.

Just as it is clear for me,

It must become clear for everyone,

That who to you slander gave!

Who,

To Aziz-Saltaneh said that,

You must have relationship with a woman!

We now,

In the most sensitive moments,

Of the history of our own family life we are.

We on the border of fall we are.

The family namoos of us in exposure to danger is!

Especially my sister must understand,

That with what kind of man she is living!

Before the interrogation,

Permit Your Excellency!

Ladies and children,

All go to their homes.

Leili!

Home.

Saeid!

Home!

Only my sister stays.

She must stay,

So that between her husband and her family,

She chooses one!

Brother Khan!
- Quiet!

Lady Farrokh Lagha, come in.

Why me again!

Lady dear, your place here is not!

How your sister’s place is!

My place is not?

My sister in this matter interested party is!

Let me see!

Aziz-Saltaneh wanted,

A place of Dustali-Khan’s body to cut,

Then your sister interested party is?

Yes!

Moment!

All ladies interested parties are!

This event for the society of women is painful!

Go tasteless!

Shazdeh!

Poori, home!

[They whisper]

Mercy from the tongue wounds of some of these women!

I beg you to come in, Your Excellency!

Mr. Dustali-Khan,

Your identity…

S… s… sorry

I mean that,

Describe the details of the event.

What details!

He was cutting anyway…

Sir!

Exactly say this event,

When happened?

Tonight itself!

Mr. Dustali-Khan!

I mean exactly,

What hour happened?

Let go of me come on…

Lift your hands from my head.

What do I know, Sir!

He had taken to cut anyway!

Mr. Aziz!

You were the target of an assassination attempt.

When a limb pain brings the day

The other limbs no rest remained.
[It is a part of a famous poem by Saadi from the book Golestan]

- Quiet!

The accused,

Intended,

A noble member of your body,

To cut!

Then you the hour don’t know?

Moment! Moment

Brother Khan

Dustali-Khan to the noble member,

Watch had not tied!

You are mocking me?
-Moment!

You me mocking, shameless?

Now also me you mocking?

Now I go tell him,

So he comes make you understand!

Farrokh Lagha Khanom why did such a thing?!

I nothing to her had said!

Meaning what!

[The Colonel laughs]

Well, “Sharif” is the family name of her son-in-law.

[Crowd laughter]

Quiet.
[Crowd laughter]

[Crowd laughter]

Quiet.

[Crowd laughter]

Ghasem, shut up!

[They laugh quietly]

Very good!

Then I with permission of the gentlemen,

From this assembly of joy and happiness,

Take my leave.

I beg you to come in, Your Excellency.

Please come in.

She is foul-mouthed woman.

Good that we let her go.

You please continue.

Brother, quiet.

Ghasem!

[They laugh quietly]

Mr. Dustali-Khan!

Please answer the second question of mine.

The knife was of the knife type or gazlik?
[Gazlik refers to a type of small knife with a handle]

It was kitchen knife!

Oh!

The knife with which hand she had taken?

Honestly, Sir, why lie!

As far as we remember,

Butchers at the time of…
- Butcher… butcher…

Butchers at the time of cutting,

The knife with their right hand take.

Let himself answer, Sir!

Yes… yes…

Apparently the knife in her right hand was.

Her left hand what was?

Moment! Moment

Probably her left hand also noble member was!

Brother!

[Crowd laughter]

Brother Khan, I go home.

Everything a limit has!

I said you must be here!

Yes, lady.

Come in until the matters become clear.

Come in.

Brother Khan.

Come in.

Mr. Dustali Khan.

Pay attention.

This question very importance has.

You tonight with Lady Aziz-Saltaneh…

I have to declare the session secret.

Secret meaning what, Your Excellency! We are not strangers.

Lady.

If you said about what they are talking?

Sister!

Sister!

From sister I beg,

One minute that side be present.

Sister, I beg one minute that side be,

Then return.

Brother Khan,

I go home.

Sister I said,

One minute here be present.

- What a situation!

Mr. Dustali-Khan!

You tonight with Lady Aziz-Saltaneh…

In bed…

Let go of me, Sir!

With that old crow…
[Idiom for an ugly and ill-composed woman]

Didn’t you see my wife’s appearance!

I bet this question,

Was about San Francisco.

Everything a limit has, Shazdeh!

I said you must be here!

These childish behaviors from you are disgraceful!

Your Excellency…

The matter basically,

Is something else.

I want you from this person confession take,

That,

The matter of his relationship with a young woman,

Who to his wife said!

You are asking strange and odd things!

Then Sir, please do the interrogation!

I take my leave.

A judge in a place where,

His position’s respect preserved not,

Should not stay.

I beg you to come in!

I for clarifying…

Your Excellency’s mind…
- Then this wretched man came there!

God my soul…

You from me run?

Help me!
- May the grave-digger take your sh*t!

Quick, go back home!

[Dustali groans from fear]

Now I’ll burn your beard!

Now he comes here!

Now he comes here, help me.
- Quick, get up!

May I be your ransom, Mash Ghasem!
- Get up, let me see!

May I be your ransom.
- I’ll mince you!

Hide me somewhere, Mash Ghasem!

May I be your ransom, Mash Ghasem!
- Don’t fear, Sir is here!

Sir!

What a disaster you started!

Don’t let him come… don’t let him come down
- Quick, get up from your body.

I am afraid of this damameh.
[In colloquial term, damameh refers to a harsh woman]

What game you started!

I’ll get his father!

I’ll k*ll him!

Take that ladder from under his foot
- He thought!

Dust on the head of your wretch!

Lady Aziz-Saltaneh…
- Dust in that head of yours!

- Please! - Come out!
- Hold him!

Lady, please be quiet!
[Crowd noise]

Lady Aziz-Saltaneh!
- I’ll k*ll his father!

Please be quiet, lady!
- Let me see what happened!

What business is it of yours anyway?
- Calm down!

Is he my husband or yours?

Let go of me!
- Lady!

O Mortaza Ali, yourself help me!

Now I k*ll him…

Lady Aziz-Saltaneh…

The honor and dignity of an aristocratic family,

Is in danger!
- To hell with danger!

Who said he has relationship with someone else’s wife?

Ask his own choked self!

Ask his own lecherous eyes!

Lady Aziz-Saltaneh!

Can you tell me this matter of Dustali’s relationship,

With a young woman, who told you?

Whoever said it said correctly!

It’s truth!

Shameless! Shameless!
- Take the cleaver from her!

For a year he says I’m tired,

I’m sick!

I’m this!

I’m that!
[Biliary swelling and inflammation]

Poison-of-snake!

Then he went with Shir-Ali the butcher’s wife!

With whose wife?

Shir-Ali!

Oh woe… don’t let him hear!

Moment!

Moment!

I can’t believe it!

I’ll k*ll him and destroy myself too!
- Let me see, let me see!

This cowardly dishonorable Dustali,
- Be patient!

Went to San Francisco with Shir-Ali’s wife!?

May you go to grave, inshallah!

Eyvala baba eyvala dear lady!
[Eyvala in colloquial speech is for approval and encouragement]

- It would have been a pity if you cut his sonbol!
[Instead of saying p*nis, he uses the word sonbol]

Really if I was in your place,

I would k*ll you!

For his member I would buy a watch as prize.

Ugh!… Moment…

Lady!
Moment!

Why your knife to me you direct?
- One minute be patient!

To my neck!

Your male donkey husband,

With Shir-Ali’s wife went to San Francisco,

You me knife pull?

Lazy bum!
- Let go, Sir!

What business to us!
- I set you on fire!

You yourself know and,

The kitchen knife and,

Dustali donkey’s sonbol!

Hey Shir-Ali!

My hand to your skirt, Asdollah!

This much name of this b*stard don’t bring!

Dad, my life in danger is!

Shameless!

When you went to his wife’s embrace,

Your life in danger was not!

Son-of-a-b*tch!
- Very good!

Let go of me!
- Have mercy, lady!

Only you to me say,

Who to you news gave,

That this idiot,

With that male donkey’s wife,
- Dust on head!

Relationship has?

I can’t say, I can’t!

You for the soul of the late Great Sir,

Don’t let him come toward me!

I am afraid of this damameh!

Who told you?

I said I can’t say!

No!

Lady,
- I can’t!

I for respect,

To the honor of a big family,
- I can’t say!

In the name of the namoos of your daughter’s husband,
- I can’t say… I can’t!

Please…
- May the grave-digger take my husband’s namoos!

Lady Aziz-Saltaneh!

Ay he k*lled…

Ay he k*lled…

May the grave-digger take your shorts with that namoos of yours…

[She starts crying]

I want seventy black years not to have a husband.

Tomorrow itself I go sit,

From A to Z I tell Shir-Ali.

Let me see if a husband remains,

That cheats on me!

No lady… no don’t do this!

Your life will be in danger!

This Shir-Ali, this guy…

If you see until the end of the matter,

He doesn’t figure out about his wife’s affair,

The reason is,

No one dares to go tell him!

Even our own servant Ghasem!

Last year,

Just one word to him said, Shir-Ali,

Watch your wife!

Then…

A whole week,

Left his work and business,

Cleaver in hand,

Came sat behind our house door.

Isn’t it so, Ghasem!

Huh?

Get up come here!
- Yes Sir yes!

Now himself will tell you.
- Sir summoned me!

You watch him
- Okay, go my dear, go.

No… no don’t go Mash Ghasem!

Don’t go for my life!

Calm down my dear, calm down!
- Don’t go… don’t go!

It’s not good!

You want to go sit there?
- Don’t go Mash Ghasem!

Stay away from him?
- Honestly Sir truth why lie!

We even this didn’t tell him!

We said,

Don’t let your wife go out of the house so much!

We had no bad intention.

Because a thief had come, had taken the rug!

We told him, don’t let your wife go out of the house,

So thief doesn’t come.

That this God-unaware…
- Come in!

To this side of the lamp,

No no!

I swear to the other side of the lamp!

From under the bazaar,

Until the house door, cleaver in hand followed us!

God give him good, Sir!

God protect him.

For ten, twenty full days,

r*fle in hand,

Watched over us.
- He fainted… fainted!

Dad he fainted fell…
- Fainted… yes!

Go aside let me see Mash Ghasem!

That poor guy fainted!

Lady dear!

If I,

God is witness if I with my own eyes see,

That this Dustali dust on head,

Really is putting dirt on his own head,

I won’t believe it I won’t!

This poor wretch,

Doesn’t have the life to breathe!

Let me see what did you say?
- I’m lying?

Now Dustali became old cr*pple?

Now also he can’t breathe anymore?

You yourself say… how is it possible, how is it possible.

Huh? How is it possible!

If you yourself had much breath,

Your wife those troubles on your head wouldn’t bring,

You self-satisfied b*stard!

Don’t let my wife’s word come to your mouth anymore!

[Lady Aziz-Saltaneh starts crying]

No problem, brother.

No problem.

♪ Mahur piece – Yahya Zarpanjeh ♪

Pencil sharpener.

It had fallen on the ground.

Shi…

Shi…

Shi…

Shir…

What happened?

What happened?

Shi…

Shi…

Shi…

Shir…

Shir…

Shir…

Shir-Ali!

Brother Khan, Shir-Ali!

Shi… shi… shi… shir…

Mr. Shir-Ali!

Just a few minutes ago,

They were mentioning you in good terms!

Sorry Sir, we suddenly said hello.

We were asleep in the house when my wife said,

Shir-Ali, seems they’re calling you.

Suddenly we thought,

Maybe again at Sir’s house a thief has come!

Because,

Last time the thief we caught right there.

We… tonight were very waiting for you!

You didn’t come to the rowzeh!

May your shadow never lessen over our heads, Sir!

We went to Shabdol-Azim.

Well… pilgrimage accepted!

We didn’t go for pilgrimage!

We went to settle our account with this,

Asghar the sheep-seller,

Clean and clear!

Far from you, Sir,

Forgive us,

Fatherless, he had given us a sick sheep!

Inshallah you got your money?

You have authority, Sir!

Of course at first no and no he did.
[No and no doing is an idiom meaning making excuses]

With the carcass of that same dead sheep,

Two this side that side we hit it,

When we took the money nothing,

The money for our travel fare also we took.

Now what illness did Shir-Ali have?

We don’t know, Sir!

As if he was ill!

Far from you, Sir,

His Nafs had swollen.
[Here “Nafs” means the body and carcass of the sheep]

Ugh… Mr. Shir-Ali?
- Yes?

Anyway thank you very much,

That you always think of us.

Shir-Ali!

Sir’s kindness to all gentlemen is abundant.

Goodbye!

He went!

Thank God he hadn’t smelled.
[The idiom smelling means realizing]

Meaning we at first very afraid were…

Ghasem, shut up!

You too please go home,

Rest, until tomorrow.

Come in.

Get up, let’s go!

Get up!

G… g… go home?

Dustali, where?

I one word to Shir-Ali didn’t say,

That myself your fate make clear!

But tonight business with you I have not.

Come on, go to your grave, come go sleep!

I go under Shir-Ali’s cleaver but,

With you I won’t return to that bed!

Tonight,

Let Dustali sleep with us,

Until tomorrow morning I talk.

Mama, mama…

Ghamar!

Where are you, Ghamar?

Imprison this girl!

Mama, finally,

Did you cut Dustali dad’s sonbol?

Owa! What words you say?
[Ghamar laughs]

What are you doing up there?

Oh God, k*ll me!

Don’t fall, girl!

When her mom with knife was chasing me,

This girl was saying mom cut!
[He speaks with mimicry and mockery]

[Crowd laughter]

Mashallah girl! Mashallah!

Tell me,

If your husband bad-tempered does,

You cut or not? Huh?

Of course I cut!
- Get up, let’s go mother!

From the very root?

From the very root!

You son-of-a-b*tch!

Shame is a good thing.

Modesty is a good thing!

You put words in the child’s mouth,

So tomorrow it reaches her suitors’ ears?

Oh God

Oh God, I wish I had no relatives!

Are you relatives or !

Moment… Moment

If cutting is bad,

You why were,

That poor mother-dead one cutting?

He’s right!

If I had moved late that,

Now Dustali-Khan eunuch was!
[Eunuch refers to men who have no sexual ability]

You remembered your great-grandfather, old junk Shazdeh!

What business is it of yours anyway!

Is my husband’s authority in your hand!

Are you the police chief of this city!

What business to me anyway!

May the grave-digger take that Dustali with his noble member!

Enough already, Asdollah!

Just one advice to you!

Pity for the kitchen knife!

Next time for cutting your husband’s sonbol,

Use this pencil sharpener!

Honestly!

Pity for me that I talk with these rascals and th*gs.

Get up, Ghamar!

Get up, let’s go.

Get up, let’s go!

Now you reached my word?

Oh man…

If tonight you had given party,

Music and singing and liquor drinking,

These chest-beaters would cut you to pieces!

I’ll put his right in his palm!

He went brought neighborhood th*gs,

In my house! To chest-beat!

He thinks,

I’m afraid of that Seyed and his th*gs!

He hasn’t known me yet!

Why you two with each other w*r have?

Well already…

With each other backgammon don’t play,

So your fight becomes!

Whatever it is, he already old became.

Family elder is.

Heh!
[He sneers]

Tomorrow on tiptoe go to him,

Each other’s face kiss.

Me go!?

Me get up go to his house?

Not that I have good feeling from him either!

Get up go apologize from him!

Him me! Heh…

May I be your vanguard.

Come and for my sake forgive.

Don’t pursue it!

Poor me stuck in the middle.

I don’t know what I should do!

A little also think of me!

You my husband are,

He also my brother is!

Imagine I your maid am and,

In God’s way you want to free me!

It has become so that my brother is,

Cutting even from me!
[Cutting here means severing hope and relationship]

Tonight he was saying,

Either your husband or your family!

Bravo bravo bravo bravo!

What a noble man!

Bravo!

What a great gentleman!

Bravo!

By the way,

Let me see which brother of yours said this word?

That leader who thinks he is colonel?

Heh!

Or, the other one!

That hero of Kazerun w*r!

Napoleon of the present era!

Iron man!

God man!

Yes, God man he is!

Tonight rowzeh of Muslim ibn Aqil he arranged!

Bravo.

To these they say God man!

To these they say brave and fearless!

Water on his nieces he closed!

The work that Shemr in the plain of Karbala did!

To whom a person say!

By the way!

Tomorrow lunch, herb rice with fish make,

Shir-Ali, lunch come to our house!

For some time to this Shir-Ali the butcher promise I gave,

Invite him home,

Herb rice with fish to him give.

Tomorrow morning,

Send Saeid after the Colonel’s servant,

Come help you.

♪ Mahur piece – Faramarz Payvar and Hossein Tehrani ♪

Oh man!

Let me see its bad!

How much "fes fes" you do!
[Fes fes doing means doing a work slowly]

From morning until now you are flirting,

Or cleaning fish? Huh?

Now to this damned Shir-Ali,

Herb rice with fish you give give,

But you by the spirits of your father,

Word from last night’s matter don’t say!

This man knife-wielder is!

Crazy is!

One person he kills, his blood falls on your neck!

Everyone, whatever calamity wants, on my head brings,

The lady also supports him!

Let me see, you my wife are or people’s spy!

As much as to Aziz-Saltaneh you said,

Her husband with Shir-Ali’s wife also has messed,

Enough!

Aziz-Saltaneh’s disgrace also,

For seven generations of Dustali-Khan enough is!

I to Aziz-Saltaneh nothing said!

But if I knew,

Definitely I would say!

Pity the masterpieces of the chastity family remain hidden!

These are the chosen nobles!

[He laughs with mockery]

The nobles of this country,

Anymore from shame can’t raise head!

One of the noblest nobles of them,

With a butcher’s wife has messed!

Don’t happen sometime,

For the crime of polluting the nobles’ dignity,

They make him disappear!
[Making disappear is an idiom for k*lling]

My dear!

My life!

Have mercy on yourself!

Shir-Ali hearing tolerance has not!

To this crazy man,

If about his wife word you say,

First of all,

You yourself with cleaver qeymeh-qeymeh he makes!

Nothing known is,

What I want to Shir-Ali say!

First!

Even if I want to say,

I know how to say!

Second!

Minor child I am not,

That not know what I do!

Third!

Patience for explaining also I have not! Fourth!

Quick come on already! Noon became already!

How much "lek o lek" you do,
[Lek o lek doing means doing a work slowly and with delay]

Quick come on, move you too! Noon became!

Get up pour a drop of water on my hand, get up!

♪ Mahur piece – Faramarz Payvar and Hossein Tehrani ♪

What is it, Saeid!

They came from the pharmacy.
[In the past they called pharmacy “doakhuneh”]

Hello Mr. Doctor.

Hello.

What is it?

News happened?

What is it?

I don’t know this instigation which person…

Shh… quiet!

Sorry.
- What is it?

I don’t know this instigation which bad-natured person!
[Najens refers to a bad-doer person]

They say, your wife’s brother,

In the city rumor made,

That our medicines are haram!
[In short way to non-religious in religion, haram they say]

Or wants you to annoy,

With someone him instigated!

You attention don’t pay.

Go without delay the pharmacy open do.

I’m afraid!

Exactly today,

Until early,

Must a thought do Mr. Doctor!

These rumors, from side of your wife’s brother is!

You to him a reminder give,

So that resolve and settle do.
[Resolve and settle doing means solving the matter]

Honestly anymore,

Someone foot in our pharmacy doesn’t put!

Me and you that other work and business we don’t have!

If I know that these instigations of that worthless himself is,

A fatherhood from him I burn that…

Now from us medicine they don’t buy… well don’t buy…

But these words badly in the ears of neighborhood people went!

To me poor accusation of non-Muslim they gave!

Honestly I courage don’t have,

Today the pharmacy open do Mr. Doctor!

Very good…

Now that this way is,

Today close do,

So that,

Until tomorrow, the bottom in it I bring out.

But one thing write,

Stick on the pharmacy door.

What write?

Write?

Honestly, I don’t know!

But certainly must mouth-filling be.
[Word or action that in appearance big but empty is said]

Ugh… I say Mr. Doctor…

You one thing say, so we write.

Write,

Due to change of decoration,

Until further notice, the pharmacy closed is.

I’m afraid if just like this we close it,

He thinks we from him afraid became,

To new trick he arranges!

Bad idea is not.

Better I sooner hand to work put.

You too to your wife’s brother say,

Better from these instigations hand pull!

Definitely to my wife’s brother one thing I say.

Goodbye.

One wife’s brother I make,

That seven other brothers of him,

For his state bitterly cry!

You a calamity on him brought!

You made him disappear!

I all your fathers burn!

Honestly truth, what we with our own eyes saw,

To you we say so your mind comfortable becomes.

This Mr. Dustali-Khan,

His eye very from you afraid was.

Last night when you fight did,

Went to your own home,

We in that same room,

That now yourself with your own eyes saw,

For him bed made.

Slept.

Morning when we tea took,

Saw his place is,

But himself Mr. Dustali-Khan is not!

That person was not that without news somewhere go!

How from where your word I believe!

Maybe you k*lled him!

Maybe over property and land fight,

His corpse threw in the well!

You know where is!

Say where is!

Say liar!

Honestly Sir car took,

Door to door, everywhere, after him searching are.

Yes on my life!

Your master from fear of me, went hid!

To your master say,

My husband last night by force here kept!

Say wherever you hid him,

Must today itself come deliver to me!

Otherwise I go komisari complaint!
[Komisari is a branch of the police station]

I go Taminat administration!
[Meaning of Taminat administration is the police and detective administration]

I go in front of the Minister of Justice’s car I stop!

[She starts crying]

Aziz Khanom!

Aziz Khanom!

Good news, Lady Aziz-Saltaneh!

Oh my husband!
- What is it?

What is it, my dear?

Something happened?

My poor husband from last night until now lost is!

Lost?

Dustali-Khan?

A person this big how lost becomes?

I know,

These somewhere him hid!

I know!

Don’t worry!

Innocent child, Dustali-Khan!
[Innocent child is an idiom used to show someone as innocent and wronged]

Now come in, have some tea.

Come in.

No, I must go sooner so they don’t bring calamity on him,

So that maybe I find him.
- Well, it’s not that easy,

- You can’t find him!

But don’t worry!
- Then what should I do?

I on the devotion that to you I have,

And likewise to Dustali-Khan,

Work I do so that maybe sooner you find him.

Lady,

I these ill-natured relatives of ours,

Better than you know.

This fish still not cleaned?

These from the beginning of your life,

Eye didn’t have to see the happiness of you and Dustali-Khan!

Come in, please, come in.

They want that relative lakateh of theirs,
[Lakateh means prost*tute woman]

That widow woman,

Farrokh Lagha,

Farrokh Lagha again to Dustali-Khan’s beard tie!
[Tying to beard means foisting a worthless thing or person onto someone]

They can dream it!

Well before you,

She was supposed to become Dustali’s wife!

Shameless ones!

This Farrokh Lagha their lady,

Now must go become Azrael’s wife!

Calamity on them I bring!

I know, that this chief of police,

With your late father friends were!

Ugh?

If you he didn’t recognize, shy don’t be.

Introduce yourself.

Lady Aziz-Saltaneh!

If from me you hear,

To him say,

That even to your husband’s being alive you doubt!

[She cries]

Until foot of force in middle not be,

Impossible these to word come,

That poor Dustali where hid!

Impossible!

Sir and Dustali,

Several years were over a property,

With each other disagreement had!

You remember?

Well then delay what are you!

Even better!

At all say Dustali-Khan they k*lled!

Say his corpse under that nastaran arbor they buried!

Why under nastaran?

This Mr. Napoleon,

Ready even his life for his beautiful nastaran sacrifice do!

Emotionless,

One bush rose,

Than his own child more loves!

Then you expect over a property,

To your husband mercy do?

When officers, to the air of Dustali’s corpse,

Come foot of nastaran pick dig,

Mr. Napoleon,

To word comes!

Then says,

Poor Dustali-Khan where hid!

I’m afraid my word they don’t believe!

Why?

Well foot of nastaran flat is!

Lawn is!

For burying a person,

To the size and stature of Dustali,

Must a grave, something, dug be or not!?

You… worry these things don’t be.

Foot me!

You only don’t let time wasted be.

However more time you lose,

More to them opportunity you give that,

In Dustali-Khan’s ear read and…

With your life,

And with your daughter’s fate play!

If from me you hear,

Without delay,

Get up go police!

Calamity on them I bring that in stories write!

First to account of Sir himself must reach,

Then one by one,

Until turn reaches to that junk Shazdeh Moment Moment!

They thought!

Be well!

Akhish…

You said say Mr. who?

Mr. Soltanpour!

Colonel is!

In police when you entered,

Right hand,

Ask Taminat administration, criminal branch.

- Okay, okay!
- Aha!

Saeid!

Saeid!

♪ Song “Yeki Ye Pool-e Khorus [Folus]” – Late Master Javad Badizadeh ♪

When lunch ready became,

One pot herb rice with fish,

Take to Shir-Ali’s butcher shop.

Say for my Sir urgent business came up,

Inshallah another day come.

Okay, Agha Joon.

I felt Agha Jan,

His heart for backgammon game with Dear Uncle missed.

This ray of hope was,

For ending the w*r that,

Little by little eternal seemed!

But,

Agha Jan’s unnatural calm,

That a vengeful man was,

Me worried made.

Dear Uncle Napoleon in the peak of victory was,

And Agha Jan from him hard defeats had eaten.

Doubt I had not that his calm,

Sign of hard revenge was,

That he wanted from Dear Uncle take!

In this middle,

Poor, me and poor Leili,

That day by day from each other farther we became.

[Sound of vendors’ commotion]

How much per candle, Sir?

One qaran!
[Old currency unit]

May your hands not hurt.

From these…

- Candle!

- Take candle, Sir, your vow accepted be!
- Mash Ghasem… Mash Ghasem!

From Dustali-Khan news didn’t become?

Honestly, Babam Jan, why lie!

This servant of God as if smoke became went air!

Mash Ghasem we must something do,

Dustali-Khan sooner found become.

Come with each other accomplices become,

So that this matter sooner ends!

I know that you want this qal sleep,
[Qal means uproar]

But Sir ordered,

No one must understand that…

Shir-Ali’s wife,

With Mr. Dustali-Khan secret affair has!

Lady Aziz when understood,

Wanted her namoos to cut!

All of it don’t say anymore!

This we said so you to anyone nothing say!

Mind at ease be!

But Mash Ghasem I one bad news have!

- Light candle your vow accepted be.

- Candle I have, candle.

- Take candle, candle.

In the garden very I searched for you to tell you, you weren’t!

Lady Aziz-Saltaneh,

Went to Taminat administration to complain!

Thinks Dustali-Khan,

In Dear Uncle’s house,

All together k*lled!

Oh Babam Hey!

Now probably matter to inspector and police will pull!

Come!

Must to Sir news give,

So that sooner a thought do!

Come!
You go inside…-

Go, I now return.

Go inside.

- I said oh man, sorrow what you eat?

- Weren’t we people, that thirty years long,

- With co-wife head did?

God!

First me forgive,

That money of this candle from mom’s purse I stole.

God!

One work do,

That fight between Agha Joon and Dear Uncle ends,

So I with Leili wedding do.

God!

Work do that foot of inspector,

To Dear Uncle’s house not reach.

God!

Dustali-Khan find him.

Amen!

♪ Traditional sad music ♪

♪ Sound of military march ♪