01x15 - Episode 15

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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

- Batoul?
- Hello my lady. When did you arrive?

- Put that down, I need to talk to you.
- Iím afraid it gets ruined.

- No problem. Come here.
- Yes?

Batoul, do you have a problem?

- Is there anything I can do for you?
- Problem?

What problem?

I thought the money Ghobad gives you is
not enough that you work for others too.

What is this Batoul?

Whatís that?

I donít know.

No problem.

You donít have to tell me.
I thought Iíd ask yourself first.

Wait my lady. Hold on.

I swear I never put any of that in your food.

I tried to do it for a hundred times but I couldnít.

I swear I donít want to harm you.

If you want me to go,

Iíll get my things,

and starve to death with my 5
orphans and 2 grandkids.

I didnít tell you to go.

I keep asking you if youíre in need.
Why donít you say anything?

What can I say my lady?
Where should I start at all?

Shirin wasnít satisfied with me.
So she told me to leave for a while.

Then she told me to work for you.

- She wanted me to be her talebearer.
- Such a shame!

I didnít tell her everything as
I was touched by your kindness.

If she finds out about this,

If she finds out that you know,

- sheíll fire me.
- What can I say to you Batoul?

Do you know what you were doing?

I swear when Shirin gave me this powder,

I wanted to disappear.

- I wanted to vanish from the face of the earth.
- Go Batoul. Get back to work.

I have no idea what that powder is.

Shirin gave it to me and told me to make you eat it.

But then I realized there were wheels within wheels.

- This has saffron! Itís ab*rtion drug.
- Oh God!

Oh my God!

- Keep this between us.
- Yes.

I donít want you to be Shirinís talebearer anymore.

Okay?

Iíll be keeping an eye on you from now on.

Let me kiss your hand.

- Please!
- Stop it Batoul.

Iím sick of this flattery!

Tell him I want all he has.

Tell him not to give any to anyone else.

Iíve decided to check on you here
every day from now on.

Dad is right.
Iíve been neglecting you.

He says men start acting up if you just let them be.

Not that he was talking about you.

I told him Ghobad is not like that.

I told him youíre a nobleman.
You have our own blood after all.

- Iím talking to you Ghobad.
- Iím listening.

Thereís something else.

How about I dye my hair blonde?

Thatís what my hairstylist said.

She says all foreign ladies have blonde hair.

Itís the hair color of this actress,
what was her name?

Marilyn Monroe.

- Will it look good on me?
- Marilyn Monroe, yes.

- Should I do that?
- Youíll look good.

Itíd be wonderful if I could do it before
Qazarianís ceremony.

Oh Qazarianís party! I was about to forget.

You keep making me talk, darling.

Here.

They delivered it this morning.

Dad insists that I go for sure.
He canít make it himself.

He says theyíre not our type.
Theyíre just jewelers you know.

But theyíve invited us anyway.

- If you want us to go together, we will.
- Together?

That would be great.

Peopleís mouths will be shut.

But no.

Itís not possible.

Whatís not possible?

That we go together?

- Why not? You wonít have fun with me?
- Donít say that Ghobad.

Read the card.

So theyíve made preparation.

Dinner and pastry.

- Read the bottom of it.
- Tuesday.

I told you itís not possible.

No, itís not fair.

You canít keep a pregnant woman
alone at home for two weeks.

- Hello.
- Excuse me sir. I told her that

- youíre in a meeting.
- You get back to work.

Yes sir.

Pardon my interruption.
But Iím glad I can talk to both of you now.

Now you let her in here as well?
Such a shame!

I have nothing to talk to you about.

Look what my dad has got you!

I thought they taught you in college
not to enter places without permission.

Wait outside and come in when they want you.

Am I wrong?

Iím sorry.

I canít wait outside.

There are things we all need to hear.

- Shahrzad honey, this is not the time.
- Shahrzad honey?

- Throw her out or Iíll do it myself.
- Calm down Shirin. Calm down.

Listen Shirin.

Weíre not enemies, are we?

Anybody else could be at my place now.

But the three of us were destined to meet.

We both know that,

neither me nor Ghobad wanted this marriage.
Your father did!

Even you couldnít talk him out of it.

And Ghobad couldnít mess with your father.

Now if you try to ruin my life,

or Iíll try to ruin yours,

what use would it be?

All the three of us will get
old before we know it.

- Enough is enough.
- What nerve!

She looks right into my eyes and tells me weíll get old.
What cheek!

Now sheís getting an attitude.

Who are you to keep company with us at all?

Who are your parents?

- As far as I know, your dadís my fatherís servant.
- Thatís enough!

- Shut your mouth Shirin.
- You owe all you have to my father.

Just so you know!
Now get the hell out of here.

- Go away.
- I said quit it.

Perfect! My dad should see this.

Iím not a Divansalar if I donít give you hell.

Wait, you forgot something.

Sit down.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, Iím fine.

Donít think Iím glad that you took
my side and she left furiously.

This bad mood keeps passing between us.

Sheíll pass it to you and youíll pass it to me.
Itís contagious.

You shouldnít have come here.

Iím saying this because of yourself.

Iím restless.

I donít want my child to be born
in this hectic environment.

Put out that cigarette Ghobad!

Itís not good for the baby.

What was it you gave her?

Nothing. Iíll tell you later.

Farhad.

Get in the car.

Iím all ears.

You know everything better than me.

You donít seem to understand what trouble youíre in.

Itís trouble thatís after me.

Iím not looking for trouble.

Stop talking nonsense Farhad.

Where is that woman now?

Dad, how did you find Babakís address?

Thatís not important now.

Itís been a few nights youíve been staying at Babakís.

You think I can keep calm?
Of course not.

I would find his address no matter what.

- Now talk to me.
- Mother didnít understand anything, did she?

No she didnít. Well?

Thereís no need to worry.

That woman is gone.

Sheíd gone for good.

Iím no longer in danger.

Why have we come here?

You just assume youíre out of danger.

- Here you go.
- Whatís this?

Take a look at it.
Itís a court summons.

Itís for you.
Youíre supposed to be here now.

Weíre lucky I was home yesterday,

or your mother would be so shocked.

- It was delivered yesterday.
- Why didnít you tell me then?

Where were you?

Go and come back soon.
Itís nothing important.

Donít mess with them.
And donít try to make it serious.

But this is not legal dad.

The court summons was supposed to be delivered
to myself at least a week before the court date.

Itís not legal?

Looks like youíve forgotten where weíre living.

Is everything normal around us?

ìThey shouldíve let me know a week agoî!
How about a month ago?

And how about they picked you up with a royal carriage?

Excuse me sir, can we have a moment with you?

Please come for interrogation.

Weíre so sorry.

Go and come back soon.
Iíll be waiting for you here.

- Move it idiot!
- Fine, quit it.

Hello Major.

Hello Major.

- Has he arrived?
- Yes sir.

Major, your gum.

The victim has mentioned your name in the report

heís given his higher rank before his death.

What name?

Here, I am the one who asks questions.

- Not you.
- All right.

The victim has stated that you mustíve known
about his cooperation with the secret police.

That he gave away some anti-government activists.

And you mightíve let your
party members know about that.

Thatís not true.

Iíve had no complicity in this m*rder.

And I have no connection with these
party members youíre talking about.

What about information?

Our investigations show that the victim,

has fired two b*ll*ts before his death.

Why shouldnít we think these b*ll*ts were shot at you?

But these are only your assumptions.

I neither knew the victim,

nor I had heard anything about him from my fellow prisoners,

during the time I was in jail.

I have evidence that proves,

I was in the press office until that evening.

Until what time were you in the press office?

Well, I was late that day.

- It was 5:20.
- And then?

- And then I went to the movies.
- What movie was it?

- Rebecca.
- How was it?

- How was what?
- The movie.

- Did you like it?
- Yes, it was an amazing movie.

Itís a bit long.

- About three hours, right?
- Yes.

Very well.


You left the press office at 5:20, right?

Yes.

And you were in the movie theater for three hours.

- Is that true?
- Yes.


So you left the place at 8:30 p.m.

Very close to the time of the m*rder.

Right?

Excuse me sir, Colonel Soheili is on the line.

Think well till Iím back.

Itís for your own good.

Yes?

Yes sir.

Iím interrogating the suspect.

For what reason, sir?

But I have no doubt that,

he is somehow connected to this m*rder.

Yes.

Yes sir.

As you order.

Good day Colonel.

Do you have connections in the
government Mr. Damavandi?

- No. Why?
- You had your freedom in a blink of an eye.

No suspect accused of collaboration in a political m*rder,
has ever been released,

with only a phone call.

Youíre a lucky man Mr. Damavandi.

I donít understand.

Who was on the line?

Seems that you forgot our deal, boy.

Here, I am the one who asks questions,

not you.

This case is apparently closed for now.

But not to me.

Iíll get back to it later.

- Captain Mansourzadeh.
- Yes sir?

This boy is free to go.
Go on.

Goodbye.

Yes.

Thatís right.

Youngsters!

Yes. Yes.

All right.

Thanks for your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

Itíd done.

He mustíve been released by now.

But Hashem, you really panicked.

What can I say?

They summon you for a few questions.

They say it would take only a couple of hours.

But God knows when youíd be out.

Tell him to stop this tomfoolery.

These are all the consequences of
Yadi Goldareiís m*rder.

- I wish he could get back to college.
- Didnít I tell you?

Send him abroad.

I canít talk him into that.

Heíd quiet down if he went back to college.

Then heíll be relapsed into his old ways.

Old memories will be reminisced.

They wonít.

Heís totally forgotten the past.

I donít want his future to be ruined.

Weíll see about it. No worries.

Here.

- Thank you sir.
- Goodbye.

Christine was Mr. Branchís daughter.

Mr. Branch was my professor in Oxford University.

He loved Persian civilization.

He kept telling me that,

You are from a very ancient country.

- That means: your countryÖ
- You donít need to translate it.

Yes.

I donít mean to blow my own trumpet, but the father
and daughter were so in live with Persia culture,

and this Persian young man,

that theyíd love to have a Persian son-in-law
beside their British ones.

And you know the rest of the story.

I do.

I just donít know how all this
is related to our partnership.

I mean I prefer to hear more about our
partnership than your private life.

Let me show you the location
Iíve chosen for our business.

- Then weíll get to that as well.
- Okay.

By the way, I have a question I never had a chance to ask.

I needed to know about your education.

The truth is that I chose married life
over higher education.

I donít know.
Maybe I made a mistake.

There you go maíam.

This is the fashion shop I told you about.

Itís the best spot in Lalezar.

What do you think?

Are we going to start a business
in this ruined place?

Donít say that maíam.
This place is being renovated.

Wait for a couple of months and then see the results.

- All right. Can we see the inside?
- Why not? Please go ahead.

Please go ahead.

This is it Shirin.

You keep working.
Iíve arranged this with Mr. Besharati.

Have no doubt maíam.

Iranian ladies will line up here.
Youíll be famous.

Youíll be the owner of the chicest Parisian
and London style fashion shop in Tehran.

- No doubt about it.
- That wonít happen any time soon.

Itíll happen before you know it.

I can already see the opening day.

This place will be full of people.

And where do you think I will be that day?

Youíll probably be here.

No. Iíll be out there.

Iíll be out there standing in a corner,

proudly watching you shine like an emerald.

Why standing so far?

You can come closer.

After all, you too have a part in this
flourishing business youíre talking about.

- Yes, Iíd love to come close.
- Well?

But that day youíll be shining so brightly
that Iíll be totally forgotten.

Iíd better just stand in a corner,

and be proud of having a share in shining this gem.

Akram, what do you think about this place?

- Whatís your opinion?
- What can I say?

I agree with whatever my lady says.

I thought this place was bigger and more spacious.

Now we can

put formal clothes on this side.

And we can put shelves full of hats here.

- And on this side, we can put leather shoes and bags.
- Amazing! Thatíd be great.

The windows!

We could cover them with long crimson velvet curtains.

With Zantedeschia lace curtains on both sides.

What do you think about crimson velvet, Akram?

Youíre a tailor for Godís sake.
Say something.

No offence my lady.

But I think you should see foreign magazines,

- before making a decision.
- Thatís right.

- Sheís right maíam.
- Iíd thought about that too.

Well.

- Itís much smaller than what you told me.
- I know itís small.

But once our business gets flourishing here.

we can open other stores.

Maybe bigger than here.

Step by step, as Englishmen would say.

- Right?
- Okay.

Can we leave now?

- The smell of paint is k*lling me.
- Letís go. Letís go.

Please go ahead.

Letís go Akram.

May the evil eye be kept away.

- Hello mother.
- Hello my dear.

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

Iím glad it all ended well again.

God bless Mr. Bozorg.
He did us a great favor.

Donít worry my dear.

Forget the g*n woman!

Iím afraid she would point a g*n at me
if I ever started arguing with her.

So dad turned to Mr. Bozorg again.

Of course.

You wanted to get in trouble again
for the m*rder sheíd committed?

Farhad, how far are you gonna go?
Now there are two cases.

Take this inside honey.

Donít be upset dear.
Your father didnít mean anything.

Iím going to propose to a good girl for you.

A girl whoís good at tailoring not sh**ting.

Iíll prepare the dinner till you freshen up.

I saw nothing around your neck the other cold day.

I was cold instead of you.

Come in.

Hello. Heshmat is here.
He says itís an emergency.

- Ask him to come in.
- Please.

- Thank you.
- Youíre welcome.

- Hello sir.
- Where have you been since this morning?

Well, Iíve been busy with something.

- Thatís why Iím here now.
- Tell me about it.

I donít know how to put it sir.

Itís about Shirin.

- What?
- Well!

Recently, a young man has been
hanging out with her.

Ghobad has warned him for
a few times but it was no use.

Today, I followed them.

They went to Lalezar to buy a shop.
I think theyíre starting a business together.

I was wondering where he was taking Shirin.

- I couldnít rest until she came home.
- I know.

Iím in the picture.

Not that I want to poke my nose in your business sir.

But this was brought to the club by a stranger.

Iím afraid he wants to harm your reputation.

I want you to find a way,

to get rid of this boy quietly.

Yes sir. Excuse me.

- How come the movie wonít end?
- It will.

Itís not a never-ending story.

Be patient and itíll end.

What the hell am I doing here now?

I should be with my pregnant wife right now.

She was the one who wanted a divorce.
Why would I ruin her future?

Why would I be watching her
and her jerk of a partner now?

Who are you?

Youíre her husband.

Should I keep repeating that?

I am, according to our birth certificates.

But none of us take me as her husband.

What matters is that Mr. Bozorg
takes you as her husband.

May heaven save you if Mr. Bozorg,
agrees with this divorce.

Why should I warn you for so many times?

What else should I do?

You told me to go to him and act in a threatening manner.

- And I did.
- Well?

Now you want me to go take him out of the theater,

and draw a knife at him?

- Fine!
- Get back here.

- Let me just get this over with.
- Have you got what it takes?

- Then what the hell are we doing here now?
- Be patient and youíll know.

There they come.

- Where is he taking her?
- Stay right here.

- Heís getting in his car.
- Be patient.

Follow him.

Go.

- Where is this place?
- Can you get off the car for a moment?

- What for?
- Please get off and Iíll tell you.

- You stay in the car.
- Yes maíam.

What the hell is he doing?
What is he telling her?

!
Now youíre showing some mettle!

I donít care if sheís my wife or a stranger woman!

What is he telling a woman in
the streets at this time of night?

What is that peasant girl doing there?

- I need to know whatís going on here.
- Where are you going?

- They think weíre stupid.
- Get back.

Wait.

I want your scented breath in this house.

Donít stand on ceremony.

Just get to the point.
I asked, where is this place?

Where do you think it is?

How should I know?

- This is my fatherís house.
- Seriously?

Of course itís not as luxuries as your fatherís.

But I brought you here,

So you wouldnít think youíre dealing with a peasant.

Why would I think about you like that?

I just tried to be on the safe side.

What if your business partner turns out
to be a fraud tomorrow?

You should have his address to give to the police,
shouldnít you?

The police?

I donít think anyone in this city would ever
dare swindle Bozorg Divansalarís daughter.

Thatís right.

I will never forget that warning.

Thatís very wise of you.

Now Iíd like to invite you in.

Iíd like for you to meet my parents
and have dinner with us tonight.

Itís very late.
My father will get worried.

I should go back.
Maybe some other time.

Thatís fine. Please go ahead.

- What happened? Isnít that his house?
- Itís getting exciting.

Letís follow them.

Thank you.

- Good night.
- Shirin, just a moment.

Iíll go inside my lady.

- Goodbye.
- Good night.

When shall we meet again?

You know,

there are things we should talk about.

Like what?

Well we should talk about the different parts of the store.

The decoration and things like that.

The salespersons and of course the business itself.

How about we meet in Qareqozlouís ceremony?

I prefer a quieter place.

Weíll meet tomorrow in the same
restaurant we had our first date in.

- For lunch.
- For lunch.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Whatís going on here?
Whoís this guy?

- Be patient and youíll know.
- Where the hell have you been?

Thatís my man! Give me a kiss.

- I missed you so much. Whatís the deal?
- Whatís the deal?

Do you know what the car owner will do to me
if he finds out I brought it out of the garage?

- Heíll put me through hell.
- Iíll pay for it. No worries.

- This is not your first time.
- Damn!

Take it easy.

They seem to be bargaining.

I think the car is not his.

What a charlatan!

Look.

Heís paying him. Look!

- Yeah.
- There was something wrong with the starter.

Give me a better one next time.

Fine! I was just waiting for you
to tell me to fix the starter!

Even if I donít, someone else will tell you.

Right on. Ciao.

Darvaze-qar.

- How much do I owe you?
- 5 Rials.

- How much again?
- 5 Rials.

Itís too much.

- Thatís the fare.
- Take it easy. Just go.

- This will be mine tonight. Just wait and see.
- No way!

Wait and see.

Hello there bullies and idlers!

Hey Mamali!
Where did you steal those clothes from?

None of your business.

Just wanna act like a rich guy for a while.
You got a problem with that?

- Enjoy yourself Mamali.
- Enjoy yourself.

Level with me.

When we were behind bars,

how many of ladies did you fool?

Look.

Soon Iíll be rolling in money.

Youíll learn yourself when
I keep ignoring you.

- Got it?
- Way to go.

So heís a gentleman now!

Heís a gentleman now!

- Hi Mamali.
- How you doing?

- What are you doing?
- Shut up.

- Iíll give you as much money as you want.
- So I wasted my breath, huh?

Didnít I tell you to get out of my wifeís life, you jerk?

Whoís your wife?
I donít know you guys.

- You donít?
- Youíll do later.

- Youíre gonna be rolling in money, huh?
- What are you talking about?

- Move.
- Just a moment sir.

Iíll go with you.
But donít do this here.

Donít make a fool out of me in front of those guys.

Where are we going anyway?

- To hell.
- Move it.

Iíll teach you a lesson.

A good one.

You must learn not to flirt with a married woman.

If you do that,

you could make a lot of other mistakes too.

I told you itís a misunderstanding sir.

Iíd never dare have feelings for Ms. Shirin.

- Itís just business.
- So much the worse, you jerk!

Since when fraud has been a kind of business?

Youíre a rich kid, huh?

You wanted to swindle Shirin, huh?

Mr. Bozorgís daughter?

How many people have you swindled so far?

Please have mercy on my sick mother.

Iím the only one she has in this world.

- Get up.
- Please sir.

Donít play innocent.
Get up.

- Where are you taking him?
- Move it.

Heshmat.
You stay in the car. Iíll be back.

- Let me go sir.
- Move it.

- Did you like that sir?
- Well-done.

Iím impressed.

You made some gaffes but good job.

You got strong hands sir!
You could beat people up to death.

The best is yet to come.

If anyone finds out that this was all faked-up,

youíll be a dead man.

Iím not a backstabber sir.

- Iím your own guy.
- I know.

I just warned you.

Youíll be put through hell if anyone
finds out about this.

- It seems that you donít trust me sir.
- I do.

Iím just giving you notice.
Here.

Please sir.
You kept me by your side and thatís enough for me.

Cut the crap.
Iím not Bozorgís daughter.

Take it.

I want you to be out of Tehran for a while.

Youíll go to Saveh, to Haj Khoshmanesh.

Go to Khoshmanesh Firm.

Tell him youíre sent by Heshmat.

Theyíll give you a job there.

Itís easy and fun.

Youíll stay there for a while.

Just out of curiosity sir.
But can you tell me how this is going to end?

Itíll have a happy ending.

- So youíre leaving tonight.
- Tonight?

Yes, tonight.

Okay, Iíll go tonight.

Whatís on your mind?

Nothing sir.

Itís just that sometimes,

you donít want some games to end so soon.

This one is different, kid.

Very different.

It wouldnít be good for you if it lasted longer.

- Go.
- Yes sir.

Goodbye.

By the way.

What do I do with these clothes?

Keep them.
You may need them later.

Thank you sir.

- What did you do to him? You k*lled him?
- No.

But I beat him up to death.

He needed to learn his lesson.

- Show me your palm.
- Why?

Let me see your palm.

What are you doing, you crazy?

Put this on it.
Youíll understand later.

Get in the car and letís go.

Get in.

I canít open the door.
Open it for me.

Fine!

Like heís been stabbed by a sword!

- Hello sir.
- Hello.

Can you come to the office for a moment?

You keep playing. Iíll be right back.

I was just warming up.

- Whatís the matter?
- Pardon my interruption.

I just wanted to inform you,

about that young man.

You ordered to take care of him,

- and we did.
- Very well.

We sent him to the middle of nowhere.

Somewhere heíll learn his lesson.

- He didnít act up, did he?
- He didnít dare.

He was just a peasant.

All he had told Shirin was just nonsense.

That he was in England, heís rich and such things.

He tried to act up a little.

But Ghobad didnít let him.

The guy tried to draw a knife and stuff.

But Ghobad taught him a good lesson.

You got injured?

- Itís nothing serious uncle.
- Let me see.

- You havenít been stabbed by a sword.
- No.

But well,

I can see youíve showed some mettle!

I want you yourself to make Shirin understand,

- that the guy was a swindler.
- Yes.

After long, youíre acting like your father.

My brotherís soul must be blessed.

- Take one.
- Thank you.

Thanks.

But IÖThank you.

Well!

Iíll get back to the game.

What are you doing here?

He was a little busy.
So I came instead.

- Youíre talking about Mr. Mohtadi?
- Yes, the phony gentleman.

What are you talking about?

Come on, itís the word of mouth.
Havenít you heard the news?

What news Ghobad?

- Somethingís happened to him?
- Oh!

What a fragile heart!

Donít worry, heís fine.

But I think heís gone somewhere
he could never come back.

- Whatís going on Ghobad?
- He was a conman, darling.

Heís committed a fraud.

Liar!

I donít believe it.

Itís so unlike the smart daughter
of Bozorg Divansalar

to get fooled so easily.

Due to your partnership with that boy,

uncle gets worried.

So he asks me to investigate him.

I find his address and hereís the bad news.

In the name of business and such things,

heís swindled a lot of people so far.

Youíre making this all up Ghobad!

I donít believe you.

You can go ask about it.

The house he showed you as his fatherís,

is the house of a friend of uncleís
whoís been abroad for a while.

The house has been empty.

You should be thankful you didnít give him
any money or it all would been lost by now.

Totally wasted.

The guy is a convict.

I just donít know whoíd told him that
we were after him.

Heíd run away before I caught him.

If only I laid my hands on him!

I would burn him alive.

- Excuse me, what would you like to have?
- Something to keep bad omens away.

I beg your pardon?

For a customer whoís survived a big danger.

- What do you have?
- We wonít have anything sir, thank you.

- Bring me an ashtray.
- Sure.

Make us happy!

Thatís it!

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,

his 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,