01x09 - Episode 9

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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

I want you all not to show up
in the city for a while.

I asked you here today to tell you this.

After Aslan Toupchiís m*rder

the cops have been interrogating the suspects.

- Heshmat?
- Yes sir?

The first one is the close friend of yesterday
and todayís enemy of Aslan.

Someone whoís been in the filthy
business of drugs with him.

?
The second one is a big shot with
whom Aslan hasnít settle old scores.

There are a third, a forth and a fifth as well.

They say even Aslanís first wife is involved too.

She mightíve tried to take revenge.

Colonel Teymouri

gave us the list of suspects to pick a name.

Mr. Bozorg prevented us from doing that.

I canít let an innocent man get hanged.

No way.

I canít let that happen.
An innocent man canít get hanged.

What Mr. Bozorg did kind of
made them suspect us.

You mean they know itís us?

Nobody has said anything yet.

Mr. Bozorg is just trying to
be on the safe side.

That night, everybody witnessed
us in the wedding.

Do we need eyewitnesses at all?

Mr. Bozorg has so many
connections here and there.

Spongers not connections.

Hanger-ons!

As soon as they know you have money

and youíre in trouble, youíre done.

They blackmail you for every step you take.

Iím still paying the cops

for getting your son released.

Mr. Bozorg wants the chief of police
to be changed before long.

He also wants the story of Aslan
to be whitewashed.

Until then, you guys must
keep a low profile.

Listen.

You three will go to the garden in Jajrood.

Youíll stay there until I contact you.

- Sure.
- Yes sir.

You will stick to the club.

And you guys will be busy in
the shop and the restaurant.

Excuse me.

But I had nothing to do
with the story of Aslan.

Should I lay low as well?

And I went to drive my daughter
home that night.

When the ceiling collapses

it falls on everybodyís heads.

It doesnít ask who did what.

Is that clear?

- Yes sir.
- Yes sir.

Please have your food.

- Ghobad, arenít you going to eat?
- Yes. Yes.

No, Iím not hungry right now.
Will you dismiss me Mr. Bozorg?

- Where are you going?
- I have an important meeting in the club.

- Stay. Weíll go together.
- Okay.

- Mitra, what happened to the pickle jar?
- I was busy mom. Right away.

Iíll get it.

Hello.

Hello.

Mr. Esfandiari is waiting for you in the car.

How did you find my address?

- Who was it dear?
- What?

A homeless guy.

There were some shoes and clothes.
You could give them to him.

- I gave him some money.
- God bless you.

Glad to see you again Mr. Damavandi.

- Whatís your business with me at this hour?
- Did you remember anything?

- Yes I remembered who Ehsan Saeedi was.
- Good to hear.

A 28 year old young man, hale and hearty
even before his death.

With an admirable sense of self-criticism.

I remember the last night he said;

ìWithout your unconditional obedience
from the Soviet Authorityî

ìwe could be more active against the coup.î

Maybe then

the putschists wouldnít be able to overthrow
Mossadeghís government so easily.

Excuse me Mr. Damavandi.

I didnít ask you to describe this guyís
thoughts before his death.

I just needed to know if he

has told you the name of the person who
has given away a lot of major players

who have been dealing with heavy sentences.

Unfortunately, he didnít tell me
anything regarding this matter.

I hope you didnít say that
on certain considerations.

I donít get your point.

Who knows?

Directly or indirectly, that
wicked spy could have

threatened you and your family
so you wouldnít mention his name.

Perhaps youíre just being
a little cautious about that.

Just know that weíre watching you day and night.
We wonít let you get hurt.

So Iím being your prey.

And youíve been waiting for this
hypothetical spy to show up to me

- so you could identify him.
- No.

Thatís not what I meant at all.

Itís not advisable we talk more than this.

The government intelligence agency
might smell out of this.

Weíll contact you soon.

Think more. Maybe you
remember if this friend of ours

have told you the name of that spy
before his death.

Take good care of yourself Mr. Damavandi.

Where have you been son?

- Hello.
- Hello.

I went to pay my friends a visit.

I get worried sick

every time you go out.

Donít worry about me so much, mother.

Iím not exposed to danger.

Donít worry, the dust has settled.

Iím a mother.
I can see everything in your eyes.

You donít have to tell me, son.

Iím not here to question you.

I just wanted to tell you whom I met in
Mr. Bozorgís daughterís ceremony today.

- Who?
- Remember Haj Rafatís daughter?

He has a few chambers in the bazaar.
Heís a charitable man.

Her name is Matin.
What a lady!

She has a diploma and is a good housewife.

Sheís so beautiful with long hair.

I thought weíd invite them over
on Thursday night so you guysÖ

Mother, thanks for being so
concerned about me.

But I wish you let this thing go for a while.

Iím not ready for it.

What do you mean youíre not ready for it?

Why overcomplicating things?

Itís just one word son.

Youíre young and you
shouldnít remain single.

This is not right.

If youíre still thinking about Jamshidís daughter

- I should tell you that itís over.
- Itís over for me too.

There are other people on my mind.

Oh darling!

Give me their addresses and
weíll go ask for their hands.

Iíll pick the best one for you.

Youíre a million miles away, mother.

Iím thinking of Dr. Mosaddegh and his trial.

Iím thinking of Dr. Fatemi whoís been wanted.

Iím thinking of my friends behind bars.

Iím thinking if I could go to college
once the schools are open again.

- Did you understand what Iíve been thinking of?
- No.

Youíre not even listening to me.

But Iím telling you Farhad.
I will never forgive you

if you relapse into your old ways
and put yourself in trouble again.

Okay mother.

Come have your dinner.

Nice.

- Hello Mr. Divansalar.
- Hello sir.

Hello.

- Can I get you some finger foods?
- Nothing.

- Any drinks you want.
- Iíll let you know if I need anything.

Why donít you go home?

If youíre waiting for me, Iím meeting up
with a guy here. Iíll stay till late.

You go home.
Shirin is waiting for you for dinner.

- My turn?
- Yes sir.

Your turn.

Uncle, thereís something I need to tell you.

Considering Shahrzadís current condition

I canít leave her alone. Sheís pregnant.

Iím constantly worried that something
might happen to the baby.

- If I can spend more timeÖ
- We made a deal the first day.

You see her only once a week.

End of story.

Especially now that

Shirin knows about Jamshidís
daughterís pregnancy now.

I donít want her to feel sad again.

If that happens, Iíll put the blame on you.

No doubt that Shirin is my first wife.

But itís Shahrzadís condition Iím talking about.

She shouldnít be alone in this situation.
If she needs to go to hospital

Iíve told Jamshid to keep his family

around her so she wouldnít be alone.

You donít need to be more catholic
than the Pope. Go home.

- Your turn?
- No itís your turn sir.

Shall I fetch Master Ghobad, my lady?

Interesting.

I hold the ceremony and someone
elseís prayer is heard.

Whatís the big deal, my lady?

Your prayers will be heard too.

Iím positive.

What happened to Ghobad?

Malmal?

Malmal?

- Yes maíam?
- Where is Ghobad?

Iíll call for him again.

Yes?

- Dinnerís served sir. My lady is waiting for you.
- Iím coming.

Yes.

Hello Shahrzad.
How are you darling?

Where are you Ghobad?
Why didnít you come?

I got ready to come.
But I couldnít.

Shirin felt sick all of a sudden.

She has a severe headache.

Maybe itís migraine.

I donít know. Whatever it is,
sheís not feeling well at all.

I feel pity for her.
She keeps walking in the dark and moans.

I thought Iíd stay with her tonight.

Iíll come to you first thing in the morning.

I promise Iíll stay with you
the whole nine months.

Itís just that

if you donít tell me a ìOne Thousand and One Nightsî story

how do I sleep?

Tell yourself the story of the merchantís
wife and youíll fall asleep.

Which one was it?

Oh the story of the merchant

who comes back from a trip and hears
a bunch of lies from his wife.

Then the parrot reveals all her secrets.

Thank you!

You mean Iím lying to you now?

Today Mr. Bozorg told my dad that someone must
stay with me here every night during these 9 months.

Except for Tuesdays which
he had mentioned before.

Listen Ghobad. Until yesterday
you were only my husband.

If you canít oppose your uncle,
at least donít lie to me.

Shahrzad!

You are now two people my darling.

Youíre a mother now.

You have angels on your shoulders.

Whatever you do, itíll be double counted.

And you must know what influences
a motherís wrath could have on the baby.

I donít know mother.
I still havenít dealt with this marriage.

I swear on your life

that I keep trying to convince myself.

I have to smile while Iím sad deep down inside.

Donít worry my dear.

All women say these things

on their first day of pregnancy.

Youíll feel better tomorrow.

Tomorrow when youíre surrounded by your kids

youíll be laughing at tonight.

Drink this orange juice.

Itíll cool you down.

Iím making Rag˘ tonight.
Your favorite dish.

Why you? Batoul is here.

Sheís gone out to buy you crispy bread.

- Hello.
- Hello. Hello.

If you let us know, weíd lay a
red carpet or something.

I didnít want to trouble you.

?
What an aroma!
Here.

Youíre overjoyed!

Donít start with me Shirin.
Letís just eat. Iím starving.

- Here.
- To hell with you!

Iím leaving by your permission.

Where are you going? Wait.

Ghobad and I are going to celebrate
because of his baby, arenít we?

What?

You always wished for a child.

Thank God the witch made
you one in no time.

Iím afraid soon when the babyís born

youíre gonna show it to the whole city.

As if Seven Wonders has
become Eight Wonders.

- How did you hear about it?
- Have you forgotten whose daughter I am?

I hear about everything that
happens in this city.

Jamshidís daughterís pregnancy is nothing.

For your information

you owe this little thing to me.

I was the one who asked my dad to get
you a wife and help you have a child.

Stay with me.

Anything you need sir?

Like what?

You can go.
Iím at his service.

Go on.

- This oneís good. Doesnít stink anymore!
- Enjoy your meal.

- You can go have your food.
- Yes sir.

That was it darling.

Whoís barren now?

When did you hear the news?

Last night.

He was hiding in a garden around Shemiran.

How did they find out?

One of the neighbors reported on him.

Shah and his sister have been holding
a grudge against Dr. Fatemi.

Whatís gonna happen to him now?

- What is this behavior sir?
- Whatís that?

This is a press office for
cultural purposes for Godís sake.

I donít know.

Lower your voice.
I didnít say anything.

If someone is not related to the
royal family and such and such

she canít be a poet in this country?

Maíam, itís the rhyme and the structure
of your poem Iím talking about.

Who talked about the royal family?

The rhyme youíre talking about
could be added to the poem.

Youíre just saying itís no good.

Excuse me.

- Whatís going on here?
- Help me sir.

This lady has brought a few poems
to get published in our journal.

- You mean theyíre not enough?
- Give us a second maíam.

And?

I told her that since sheís not
a well-known poet

weíll have to check the rhymes
and the structures of her poems.

Very well.

Mr. Damavandi is in charge of
the literature column.

It was him you shouldíve talked
to from the beginning.

Go ahead.

How was I supposed to know that?
This guy got himself involved.

I thought heís in charge of everything.

- It was you who came to me.
- Babak!

- Watch it maíam!
- Get your things out of there.

All right.

Have a seat.

Morteza?

- Yes sir?
- Tea please.

Sure.

Iím at your disposal.

You donít seem to be in the mood either.

You want me to come back later?

Itís okay. Go ahead.

I wanted these poems to be published
in your journal if possible.

Roya. M.

I didnít mention my last name

so my fathers wouldnít be disgraced.

Donít worry.

If your poems are disgracing,
we wonít publish them.

Now youíre talking.

If your colleague said the same
thing from the beginning

I wouldnít make a scene here.

- But when theyíre not fair
- Here, we donít trample upon justice.

Iíll read your poems.

And Iíll try to give you a reasonable answer.

All right?

When can I get the answer?

Well!

Maybe in a day or two.

Okay. Thank you.

Excuse me.

I know nothing about the structure
this guy was talking about.

Something comes from inside me.

And I write it down.

Iíll read your poems.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

- Iíve brought tea.
- Thank you.

Foreigners have Akhmatova, George Sand
and Emily Dickinson.

But we?

Roya. M!
What kind of pen name is that?

ìSomething comes from inside me.î

No tea for me.

Iím fed up with these stupid poets
and their useless poems.

Sheís even proud of not knowing anything!

Why donít you just stick to
washing and cleaning?

Babak!
Youíre talking nonsense.

Listen to this.

Though there are some problems with
the rhymes and the rhythm, but

thereís a sense in the poem.

Listen.

Today itís my black curls and you,

Tomorrow, itís you and somebody elseís.

Somebody elseís!

Farhad?

Are you okay?

Yes.

I said wait!

Stop or Iíll k*ll you.

- Whatís going on?
- Iíll k*ll you!

- Get back here.
- Simin!

Stop! Stop!

- What are you doing man?
- Get back here.

Wait.

- Hey!
- Stop.

- Stop.
- What are you doing man?

- Get out of my way.
- Itís a shame!

You stay out of this.

I wasnít alone there.
There were many other girls.

To hell with them all!

God!

I havenít committed a crime.

Iíll teach you a lesson.

- Youíve become too brazen.
- Mother!

Stop it. Itís the door.
The neighbors mustíve heard you.

I keep telling you not to make a scene
in this house. You just wonít listen.

Go get the door.

You can beat me up as much as you want.
I wonít back down.

- What nerve!
- Jamshid.

Stop it and sit down.

- Sit down.
- God!

- Iíll go get the door.
- God!

Simin!

Whatís going on Simin?

Wait a minute sister.

- Talk to me.
- Sister.

- Hello mother.
- Hello.

Welcome here.

Where is Ghobad?
Isnít it Tuesday today?

I thought Iíd stay with you for
a few days if you donít mind.

Whatís wrong with this girl?

She insists on going to the sport club for girls.

Today sheís gone there without
her dadís permission.

I didnít go alone.

I was with Tahereh, Fakhrieh and Katayoun.

The note on the door said:
No men allowed.

Sheís just gone there.
Whatís wrong with that?

Your dad doesnít like that anyway.

And children must not
disobey their fathers.

What if my father told me to k*ll someone?
Should I listen to him?

No.

You shouldnít.

Forget your parents!
Forget your family.

Hello dad.

Simin asked for my permission on the phone.
I told her she could go.

So itís you behind all this.

No dad! Iím not behind anything.
Sit down.

I became what you wanted me to become.

Wipe off your tears.

I became the rival of a woman
who canít even stomach me.

- Honey, go in and have a tea.
- Let me finish, mother.

I need to get it off my chest.

Go ahead! Say it.

Say whatever you want. Go on.

ìRival only sounds unpleasing.î
No! My current situation is as unpleasing as this word.

And Homeyraís too!

Why did you make her marry a
government employee widower?

- Just because Mr. Bozorg wanted it?
- God!

So Hooshang could help you one day?

You think Homeyra is happy?

You think Iím happy?

Now itís time to ruin this oneís life?

- I wonít let that happen.
- God!

If you touch me

Iíll have an ab*rtion and send a message
to Mr. Bozorg that it was all your fault.

- Oh God, take my life!
- Stop it.

- Take my life!
- Donít do this to yourself.

- Oh God, k*ll me!
- Stop it man.

Shahrzad, come here.

Shahrzad! Shahrzad come here.
Hurry up.

- Hello.
- What took you so long Marzieh?

- It was crowded out there. Whatís new?
- Nothing. I didnít go in.

God help us.

- Farhad doesnít know, does he?
- He wasnít home at all.

So much the better. Iím afraid he
comes here and makes a scene.

He wouldnít do anything.

Heís forgotten Jamshidís daughter.

Thatís probable.

Shahrzad?

Hello.

Arenít you coming to welcome your man?

What? Youíre mad at me?

Mr. Bozorg just wouldnít let me go.

And the club was too crowded.

This child has been so lucky for us already.

The club was full of customers.
Where are you?

- Batoul?
- Hello Master Ghobad.

- Hello.
- Welcome. Are you talking to jinn?

- Shahrzad is not home?
- No.

- Can I get you a cup of tea?
- No. Where is she at this time of night?

Sheís at Sina Hospital.

- Something happened to the baby?
- No.

- Itís herself?
- Sheís fine.

Why donít you just spit it out
and tell me whatís going on?

Lady Shahrzad called and said her father had
a heart attack. They took him to Sina Hospital.

- Oh no!
- She said to tell you to go there too.

- What hospital?
- Sina.

Hello. This is Batoul.

Okay, Iíll hold.

Hello. Ghobad just arrived and heard that
Shahrzadís father had a heart attack.

He went to Sina Hospital.

Yes.

Yes?

Hello?

Hello?

Why donít you talk?

Yes?

Hello Asghar. Is that you?

Iím fine, thank you.

You wanted to talk to my father?

He hasnít arrived yet.

Jamshid has had a heart attack.
Heís been taken to a hospital.

Sorry for asking.
But was it you who just called?

I couldnít hear you.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Whatís the matter?
- He himself called.

First he didnít speak.

Not that he didnít want to.
I just couldnít hear him.

Weíll talk about that later.

- Iím talking about Jamshid. What hospital is he in?
- Sina.

Oh I wasnít supposed to tell you.

Thank you.

Youíll catch a cold.
Take this umbrella.

- No thanks.
- Keep it. Iíll get it back when the rain stops.

Thank you.

Whereís your head buddy? Is that you?

- Hello.
- Hello.

What are you doing here?

Iíve come to visit Jamshid.

Good. Go ahead.

May heaven save you if anything
happens to my dad.

- Stop it Homeyra.
- What do you mean stop it?

Itís all her fault.

Is that what you wanted?

Dad was so lucky he survived
the other time.

I donít know what heís done
that she treats him like that.

You donít know what happened Homeyra.
It was all my fault.

Youíre just like her.

Say nothing.

Youíre just making your mother feel worse.
Cut it out.

I swear I told them for several times
that heart is not a magical organ.

- It could stop beating one day.
- Whatís going on here?

- Keep it down a little.
- Sure maíam.

What?

- Hello.
- Hello.

Sorry, I was just informed.

- How is he?
- He hasnít come to, yet.

And doctors wonít say anything.

Pray for him Farhad.

Of course the anvil fears no blows.

Thatís right.

Shahrzad, your husband is here.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Whatís happened to Jamshid?
- Ghobad!

You see what happened to us?

Everybody came but you.

I left the house as soon as Batoul told me.

Donít worry about Jamshid.

I know him well.

He can beat worse than this.

Why are you standing over there?

Take a seat. You shouldnít be
standing up in this condition.

Iím fine, thanks.

Listen to your husband.

Come sit here honey.

- Whatís new doctor?
- I canít tell you anything right now.

Heís survived a dangerous attack.

And I canít give you an answer
until tomorrow morning.

Only one of you can stay
with the patient here.

- They all must leave maíam.
- Yes doctor.

Please leave.
Nobody is allowed to stay here tonight.

Mother, calm down.

Why are you crying?
Be quiet for a moment, all of you.

Iíll stay here tonight.

Thereís nothing any of you could do.

I might be able to help his
doctor if anything happens.

And Iím feeling fine. Mother, tell them
Iíve been resting at home all day long.

No! Iíll stay with dad.

Homeyra, for your information,
Iíve left Sasan with the neighbor.

Itís better Shahrzad stays.

- We can come back in the morning.
- Yes. Yes.

You can go.
Iíll stay with Shahrzad.

Itís not worth hearing
Mr. Bozorgís complaints.

All right, we should get going.

Please give us a call if necessary.

Ghobad, Hooshang.

- Thanks for coming.
- Goodbye.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Call me if you need anything.

I hope he gets well soon.

Thank you.

- Thanks for coming in that heavy rain.
- Goodbye everyone.

Thanks for coming.

No problem.

Goodbye.

Iím gonna tell you something
and youíre going to say yes.

Itís not the time for this.

Let him have his say, mother.
Iím fine.

Iím saying yes already dad.

You understand why, donít you?

Yes. For respecting Mr. Bozorg.

Thatís irrelevant.

Not everything I say is because of
my consideration for Mr. Bozorg.

That girl is married.

There are enough rumors
about you two already.

You shouldnít even look
each other in the eye.

You canít stop people from talking!

Itís not even right to think about her.

Sheís someone elseís wife.

I said yes dad.

I want you to understand my
words before saying yes.

He got your point Hashem.

You donít need to drag it on and on.

The truth is

there are things in life you can never deal with.

I donít know why Mr. Bozorg
decided to ruin me like that.

I donít know why Shahrzad
stooped to what they wanted.

I donít know why you didnít
make a stand against them.

I canít deal with these things
or forget them.

Iím just trying not to think about them.

And donít expect more
than that from me.

My heartbroken son.

Heís so innocent.

And heís so down on his luck.

Oh God!

- Hello Ghobad.
- Hello.

Is it because of your father-in-law
that youíre so devastated?

News travels fast.

Hashem let me know.

He said nothing would be clear
till tomorrow morning.

He said youíre there.

Mr. Bozorg asked me to give
you a visit tonight.

To see if you need any help.

Why did you come back?

No special reason.

Who stayed with Jamshid at the hospital?

Shahrzad.

Why didnít you stay?

Why should I?

My wife doesnít like me.

She keeps complaining.

She called me Bozorgís flatterer
in front of everyone.

In front of that stupid college boy.
College makes me sick!

Theyíre just a bunch of idiots.

Your own wife is one of them.

Sheís different.

Sheís humiliated you and
youíre still defending her.

Sheís right. Who should take care
of a pregnant woman?

Shouldnít her husband stay with her?

I see her only once a week.
She has the right to complain, doesnít she?

She doesnít have the right.
Keep that in mind.

Donít fall for her education.

And forget about falling in love with her.

Donít forget.

Those people are peasants after all.

Youíre a nobleman.

That girl wouldnít get anywhere
without Mr. Bozorgís help.

But youíre Ghobad.

Mr. Bozorgís successor.

His son-in-law.

His one and only daughterís husband.

Nobody would dare humiliate
Mr. Bozorgís nephew.

Now pull yourself together and go home.

If youíre drunk, Iíll drive you.

- I have to pick Mr. Bozorg up.
- Itís Tuesday.

And Iím free.

You want to stay here all night long?

Shahrzad may call again.

Then Iíll have to go to the hospital.

Your call anyway.

Bye.

Good night.

Wake up.
I want to show you my child.

Letís go.
I want to show you my child.

Lady Shirin! What are you doing
here at this time of night?

I want to show you my child.

What child?

I have a child, a real child.

Itís mine and Ghobadís child.
Ghobad has been hiding him.

Let me show him to you.

Come on.

Go back to bed my lady.

Go back to bed.

You donít believe I have a child?

You donít believe that either?

- You donít believe it?
- My lady!

- Shirin! Shirin!
- You donít believe it?

- I have a child I tell you.
- Shirin!

Shirin!

Donít be scared. Sheís sleepwalking!

What are you doing here?

My lady? My lady?

Wake up my lady.

Wake up!

- Akram?
- Yes my lady?

- What am I doing here?
- Itís okay my lady.

Akram!

Itís okay.

- Donít leave me.
- I wonít my lady.

- Donít leave me.
- I wonít.

Itís okay.

Oh my God!

Whatís wrong with her?

Donít tell anyone anything about this.

God help us.

Itís okay.

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?