01x17 - Episode 17

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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: Abbas Zafari

Dear Mitra, Miss Mitra,

The pain of your love led me to the deserts,

Your separation made me devastated,

I put my pen in the ink,

And Iím ashamed of my bad handwriting.

Mr. Mitra, Miss Mitra,

Your humble servant has been
in love with you for a while.

Your love has stolen the sleep from my eyes.

Oí heavenly angel, be aware that my love is pure.

No bad or evil intentions.

- Hello Marzieh.
- Hello.

- Hello sir.
- Hello.

Farhad didnít come here today?

He called from the press office and
said he wouldnít come.

Heshmat called.
He said it was an emergency.

Iíll go bring some tea.

Somethingís wrong with you Marzieh.
Donít deny it.

You didnít say a word all the
way here from the hospital.

My mindís busy.
If Shahrzad had married our son,

Farhad would have a son now.
Weíd have a grandkid.

- Maybe at the right time.
- When is the right time Hashem?

He doesnít like the girls I choose.

And when he picks a girl himself,

she turns out to be a g*n woman.

This is our luck.

Iíll be right back.

- Mr. Damavandi?
- Yes? Hello.

- Hello. I have a letter for you.
- Iíve brought you a special tea.

- What is it about?
- Iíve mixed cardamom and mint.

- Itís a summons from the police headquarters.
- But Hashemís tea is ordinary.

- Fine, Iím flattered.
- Yours is special.

Donít think Iíve forgotten the other day.

- I donít.
- Listen Asghari.

Iíll buy you a wedding suit,

- if you keep having Farhadís back.
- Iíll have his back.

- I want you to keep an eye on him.
- Sure.

Watch him. He has an unruly tongue.

He needs someone to watch him.

- I donít want the previous accident to happen again.
- No worries.

Here.

If my Farhad settles down,

Iíll roll up sleeves for you.

Iíll propose to a decent girl for you
A decent girl your own type.

Thank you Marzieh.

I wonít marry any girl unless
I can manage on my own.

Itís not your in hands.

Iíll talk to your mother.

What happened Hashem? Who was it?

- Bring sergeant a glass of water.
- Yes sir.

- Whatís the matter?
- It never rains but it pours.

- Whatís wrong?
- Itís a summons for Farhad.

- Itís from the police headquarters.
- Oh my God!

- Who are you calling?
- What has he done again?

- Iím calling this damn press office.
- Zamaneh.

Damn!

Hello?

Itís Damavandi, Farhadís father.
Is he there?

Congratulations my lady.

Please go ahead.

- My darling.
- My dear.

Here you are my lady.

- You have to eat it.
- Thank you.

- Youíre welcome.
- Thank you.

- Enjoy.
- Sweet paste the best thing for a parturient.

Eat it, you need some energy.
I ate that too after I gave birth to Sasan.

They say a noisy child keeps the guests away.

Welcome here.

Please sit down.

Our little man!
Look what this little prince has for you.

Itís beautiful.
Looks like one of those brand new cars.

- Thank you Ghobad.
- Donít mention it.

- Please come and sit here.
- Please.

- Sit down.
- Excuse me.

Please.

Daddyís love!

Darling, this is a little gift for
giving birth to our baby.

In fact, itís for your good health.

- Itís beautiful.
- Itís very beautiful Ghobad.

Really?
Youíre not saying that to make me happy, are you?

That was the first time I went
shopping for a lady alone.

Of course Heshmat accompanied me.

- But itís my own taste.
- Thank you Ghobad.

- Thanks a lot.
- Excuse me Ghobad, is that a genuine gem?

Let me see.

- Look Hooshang, itís emerald.
- Emerald!

- Look at this.
- Thank you Ghobad.

Here you are my lady.
A little prayer.

- This is all I could afford.
- Thank you.

- Thatís perfect. Thank you.
- Batoul has taken good care of Shahrzad.

- Thank you.
- Iím glad you reminded me.

Shahrzad, this is Mr. Bozorgís gift for you.

- What a thing!
- Simin, attach this to the babyís swaddling clothes.

This is emerald too, itís beautiful.

Cutie pie! See how rich your mom
became overnight?

I think I have to give birth to a baby
every year when I get married.

Then Iíll open a jewelry shop.

- Iíll outface Qazarian!
- God!

She has no respect for her father.

He could offer it when we go to see him.

He mustíve wanted to send it now.

Perhaps he didnít want Shirin
to see it and get upset.

- Sorry Ghobad.
- Homeyra!

You donít have to talk so much.

Honey, this is from me and your father.

- They gave me an exact one when Sasan was born.
- Thank you.

- Thanks a lot.
- Youíre welcome dear.

Homeyra and I will offer out gifts
in the babyís circumcision ceremony.

- Thanks mom, thanks dad.
- Thereís a call for you my lady.

- Who is it?
- Itís a lady.

She says sheís your classmate.

Excuse me dad.

- Mom, hand me that box.
- Here.

Yes?

Donít you think you can take Shirinís place

- by giving birth to a boy.
- Excuse me?

Jamshidís daughter!

They say beggars canít be choosers.

Whoís this?

- I told her exactly what you said.
- All right, you can go.

- Akram, donít let anyone find out.
- No worries my lady.

- Look how beautiful it is. Does it suit me?
- Very much.

Good for you.

Some luck, Shahrzad!

If your sister was lucky,

she would be much happier.

- Hello Ghobad.
- Hi.

?
- Congratulations on the new arrival.
- Thank you.

- I didnít forget your tip.
- Thank you very much.

Hi.

Where have you been?

Whatís going on?

Why should I leave everything
and come here?

Mr. Bozorg wants you to spend more
time with Shirin these days.

Whoís more important now?
Shirin or that mother and child?

Letís go.

If you want Shahrzad and the baby,
donít make Shirin bloody-minded.

Then weíll be in trouble!

How many times do I have to tell you that?

- Keep that in mind this time.
- Yes maíam. Sorry.

Hi.

- You can go.
- Yes.

Heís been looking all over for you.

Go ahead.

- Itís strange!
- Why?

- Whatís strange about coming to my own home?
- Heís bought you a gift.

So now heís begging after I told him about
the divorce in front of the hospital.

- Heís put it in your room. You can go see it.
- Why isnít he giving it to me himself?

Ghobad, why arenít you giving
it to her yourself?

- Why? Why what?
- The gift!

Because itís a mere nothing, honey.

I told Heshmat.

I told him itís really hard to
buy Shirin a great gift.

- Itís a herculean task!
- You flatterer!

- Mr. Bozorgís guest is not gone yet?
- No. He talked my dadís head off.

What was the story of this gift?

Mr. Bozorg did what you shouldíve done.

He bought it on your behalf.

- Whoís his guest?
- Colonel Teymouri.

What does he want here?

I donít know.

Come in.

Hello maíam.

- What do you think?
- Itís beautiful.

- It looks so good on your hand.
- Ghobad bought it for me.

Good for you.

Men!

- They start begging you the moment you ignore them.
- Yes.

- Can I go maíam?
- Go where?

- Iím going to buy what you told me to.
- Aha!

- Yes you can go. Should I give you money?
- What are you saying?

Youíve been kind to me enough.

All right.
Take the things Iíve put aside for you.

- Sure maíam. Thank you. Excuse me.
- Akram! Come back soon.

- Donít let anyone know.
- Yes maíam. Goodbye.

Behboudi is a double-dyed scoundrel.

First he offers to join hands with you and then,

Filthy hypocrite!

Heíd even lick the boots of courtiers if he has to.

Just to butter his bread on both sides.

I have to say that this time,

heís managed to deceive you.

Of course youíd already mentioned you
had no idea about the fire in the granary.

But your partnership in the tender offers was still there.

He still hasnít done anything
regarding the tender offers.

In fact, heís taken action quietly.

In fact,

- heís played a trick.
- Dial his number for me.

Right away sir.

Mr. Divansalar would like to
speak with Mr. Behboudi.

Here.

Hello Mr. Behboudi. How are you?

Not bad.

Everything is all right.

Iíll get straight to the point.

Iíve been informed that you still havenít
taken action regarding the tender offers.

The issue was supposed to be settled yesterday.

Well, the answer is no.

I ordered my people to cancel the deal.

I was about to explain everything
to you in detail.

Taking those lands is not advisable at the moment.

Weíll talk about it in private.

One of the courtiers whose name I wonít mention,

has asked for these lands.

If we insist on making the deal, weíll
sustain a great loss Mr. Divansalar.

Despite all the preparations,

itís better we give up on this matter.

But there are other great deals that Iíd
like to know your opinion about.

Sure Mr. Behboudi.

Weíll talk at the right time.
Goodbye.

I told you.

One of the courtiers has asked for the lands.
Itís true.

But His Majesty wonít make the deal himself.

Heís His Majestyís lawyer
under a fake name.

And by playing this trick,
heís kept you on his side,

and satisfied His Majesty.

And heís made a fortune.

- Light up a cigarette for me Teymouri.
- Yes sir.

What do you think youíre doing?

- You canít wash all your clothes here.
- Hello Mehri.

Hello Akram.
Long time no see.

Fancy seeing you here.

Iíve had enough.

I donít even want to breathe anymore.

What are you thinking?

You think the old woman has one
foot in the grave, huh?

And then you can take your hands on the house!

You neither move out,

- nor pay the rent on time.
- Are you finished?

Here. Two months of back rents
and two months in advance.

Thanks Akram!

- Have you found a treasure?
- Thatís not your concern.

- Go beside.
- Leave the kid alone!

Here we go again.

Excuse me.

She has to say!

Shut up, all of you.

- Whereís the money?
- I spent it on the bread you eat.

I wish I die!

- You k*lled my child.
- Whereís the money?

I donít understand.

Whereís the money? Where is it?

- Itís here.
- Where is it?

Hi sister.

- Hello mother.
- Hello sister.

With this money, you can but good opium.

Welcome back my girl.

I told them from the beginning.

That Akram is a capable girl.

God bless you.

Shut up.

What are you waiting for?

Go get the money from your sister.

Then take it to Hassan.

Give him the money and get the stuff.

Tell him not to send bad stuff. Go.

Why donít you yourself?

Iím too weak to even change my clothes.

Thatís your own problem.

If you want money, you must go yourself.

- Letís go.
- Where are you going?

I will never beg Hassan!

- That jerk!
- I give you to the count of ten.

- If you take the money and go, well.
- Okay, okay!

- If you donít, youíll lose it.
- Hold on, Iíll go.

- Let me go get my coat.
- One.

- Move.
- Two.

Three.

- Four.
- Start counting again from six.

- Let me get to the door.
- Five.

- I forgot my socks.
- Six.

- Seven, eight.
- Give it to me.

- Nine, ten.
- g*dd*mn it.

My dears.

- I pray for you a thousand times a day.
- How are you?

- I wish the best for you.
- Your hand hurts, doesnít it?

- No, itís fine.
- May his hand break.

Come and look what Iíve brought you.

- Letís sit down.
- Thank you dear.

- Thank you.
- Letís open this.

- Letís see whatís going on here.
- God bless you dear.

This is for Esmat.

- This is for Effat.
- Thanks.

- Ashraf.
- Thank you.

And this is for mother.

- Thank you my dear.
- Give me that bowl.

- Itís beautiful!
- Thanks a lot.

Let me see yours.

Itís beautiful dear.

- May it bring you luck.
- Thanks.

- Let me see yours darling.
- Here.

- Itís so pretty.
- Thank you.

I love pistachios.

- Thanks a lot my dear.
- The dresses are so beautiful.

- Take it back dear.
- Look what else sheís brought you.

- Hello monsieur.
- Hello. How are you?

Fine, thanks.
The same thing please.

- Here.
- Thank you very much.

Thanks.

According to our reporter,

Yesterday, the last court session of the Iranian Imperial Army,

was held in order to investigate political
and security crimes of Mohammad Mosaddegh.

The mentioned above,

As for his accusations regarding his
attempts to disrupt the kingdom,

and the coup against the constitution,

he offered defenses that were
not accepted by the court President,

General Moghbeli.

- Farhad.
- Donít worry mother.

I wonít forgive you if you donít
come back by evening.

Itís not in my hands mother.

Itís in whose hands then son?

Whatever they say, just deny it
and say youíre sorry.

- But I havenít done anything wrong.
- I know son. I know that.

Okay mother.

Theyíll ask him a few questions and let him go.

- Hurry up. Weíre late.
- Donít worry mother. Goodbye.

Go with God.

What do you expect to hear from me?

Nothing.

Farhad, just deny whatever they say.

I havenít done anything to deny it.

I know. But theyíll frame you.

Iím just worried they open Yadiís m*rder case again.

I donít know.

Or maybe they want to scare someone else.

You understand?
I donít want you to be sacrificed.

Theyíre trying to make some others stand in awe of them.

And theyíre using you for that.

Donít worry dad.

- Iíll wait for you here.
- All right, bye.

- Farhad?
- Yes?

Mr. Bozorg has solved you problem in college.

If you come back in one piece,

you can get back to your studies soon.

Yes.

Farhad?

Deny everything.

Okay dad.

We compared the accusedís g*n with
the b*llet that k*lled the victim.

The b*llet could be shot from the same g*n.

Yes.

- Excuse me sir. Farhad Damavandi is here.
- Let him in.

Yes sir.

- Let me know if you find new evidence.
- Yes sir.

- Hello.
- Close that door.

I thought I wouldnít see you again.

Sometimes, waiting a little is not that bad.

It makes you more eager.

More eager to see you?

- Itís impossible?
- No.

But thereís a slim chance.

Very well.

Have a seat.

Cigarettes?

No thank you.

Itís an old saying that,

Every fox must pay his own skin
to the flayer, Mr. Damavandi.

- You must know why youíve been summoned.
- Not at all.

You do know Mr. Damavandi.
Youíre just playing ignorant.

And that must have a reason.

Ms. Azar Goldarei,

Famous for Roya,

has been arrested while

she was leaving the country illegally.

Of course out officersí attempt for
arresting her and her comrades,

has ended in shootings and clashes.

Unfortunately,

three people have been k*lled.

Including Azarís little son, Saeed.

It must be sad news

for someone who helped the innocent kid escape

and left him with his adventurous mother.

Right?

Of course he was a lucky guy.

Because the kidís uncle whoíd seen his face,

was k*lled suspiciously a few days after.

Why are you saying these things to me?

Because the relationship between you and this woman,

is one of the ambiguities of this case.

It was you who published her poems

in your magazine under the name of Roya. M.

And then we have the womanís emotional
relationship with her husbandís k*ller.

- Interesting story for a movie.
- Supposing itís true,

it canít be a reason for summoning me.

On the other hand,

everyone knows that I was innocent in
the story of Yadi Goldareiís m*rder.

Very well.

Weíll get back to the m*rder case of Abbas Poscholui.

Famous for Abbas, the smart.

If Iím not mistaken, youíd already mentioned
this spy in your previous interrogations.

So what?

This time, itís clear to us that

the m*rder has been committed by Azar Goldarei.

However, the accused still claims that sheís innocent.

Of course thereís been no eyewitness.

Or maybe there is but they wouldnít talk.

Considering all the evidence you claim to have,

you donít need an eyewitness.

Maybe. But I needed to find

Azarís bosses.

Those who have made these woman
and child take the rap for them.

And now theyíre not there to get her alive corpse.

They just wouldnít take their eyes off the Red Flag.

They have no idea what this Red Flag

has been doing to its followers.

I have no interest in this Red Flag youíre talking about.

But I know that those hungry people on the run,

They donít care about the color of this flag.

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They just need a safe place and
some hope for a better future.

Thatís enough for them.

You seem to be very interested in quibbling.

But you are the one whoís been
focusing on the side talks.

Listen Mr. Damavandi.

I will eventually find the ones Iíve been after.

Azar Goldarei will be transferred here today.

And she will make a confession sooner or later.

Itís for her own good.

Perhaps this is the only way to save herself.

So weíre back to square one.

In this case, why did you summon me?

Maybe because of that ìsooner or laterî.

You understand?

I have nothing new to say.

Okay.

Weíll come to know.

- Can I go now?
- You can go.

But youíre not allowed to leave
Tehran until this case is closed.

Iím not planning to.

By the way.

Hereís an important point.

The law youíre taking up the cudgels for,

Where was it to prevent our legal
prime ministerís house from getting robbed?

So many people were k*lled.

Streets were covered in blood.

How come this law is there only when you want?

And itís not there when you donít want it.

How come itís closed its eyes to all
the corruption of major players?

Watch your mouth, boy.

Right here, right now

I can put you under arrest for saying these things.

Yes you can.

But you know that Iím not lying.

Wait Mr. Damavandi.

You donít know any of them
except for Azar Goldarei?

No.

- Hello sir.
- Hell Jamshid. Did he arrive?

Yes sir. I let him in through
the backdoor as you said.

- Very well.
- Yes.

Mr. Shirvani.

Iíd come to meet you before.

But itís natural that you wonít remember.

Iíve always wished to meet you.

But meeting big shots like you
is not a simple task.

It seems that youíve been quite
hale and hearty during these years.

- Mr. Shirvani.
- Thanks to you.

Donít stand on ceremony.

You donít need to thank me.

It makes me feel stupid to
make competitors for myself.

You should thank this troubled country.

Itís true the country has a king.

But the truth is that everyone is busy reigning.

In this hectic situation, even a little move,

can help you make progress.

- Having a conversation with you is very hard sir.
- Thereís a trick.

The trick is that you should be yourself.

Nothing more nothing less.

Letís get to the point.

Iím all ears.

Itís about our partnership regarding
the lands in Rostamabad.

Our partnership?

I assumed that you and Mr. Behboudi,

had decided to ruin me.

You wouldnít be ruined by losing a single granary.

You know that very well.

But I was impressed by your mettle.

Youíre not a gossiper.

You didnít let the police or the others know.

Of course,

I could guess you were waiting for a suitable time.

You mean your deal with Behboudi

- has been called off?
- Itís been called off.

Donít k*ll the time.

Follow up the tender offers tomorrow.

I know youíve bailed out.
But take it back tomorrow.

And inform your foreign friends about it.

Your share of these lands will be safe.

You can inform the court as well.

They can get connected to foreign
ambassadors and military men.

This way they can keep their positions
better and wouldnít need Behboudi.

And at the end?

Weíll go fifty fifty.

And each of us will buy off and win over

from his own share.

- What do you say?
- Iím surprised.

Iím truly surprised.

I expected to hear anything from you but this.

- It seems that this is foolproof.
- Iím waiting for an answer.

The answer is clear. I will accept it.

And the guarantee is that,

youíre already sitting in front of me.

But I have a little condition.

A condition?

It might seem unimportant compared to this profitable deal.

And of course it is unimportant.

After what happened to the granary,
a watchman was k*lled.

I want you to let me have the k*ller.

Dead or alive.

I want other workers to know
their master have their back.

If I support them,

theyíll support me back at the right time.

Good.

All right, I agree.

He was one of Behboudiís guys.

Iíll have him taken care of soon.

Youíll get bigger than this Mr. Shirvani.

Under your wings of course.

Whatís the order sir?

- Guide him back through the same way.
- Yes sir.

Sir, Thanks for inviting me over tonight.

Get back soon when youíre done.

- Make it quick.
- Yes sir.

Iím glad youíre back to work.

Iíll always have a sick heart sir.

Whether at home or here at work.

Thanks for coming.

Go ahead.

Tonight is an auspicious night.

- Please go ahead.
- After you.

Go ahead Heshmat.

I was telling Mr. Bozorg that,

we shouldíve paid him a visit sooner than this.

We shouldíve brought the child for
you to see on the first night.

After all, we owe this marriage

and this baby to you.

Thanks to you.

Itís true.

We owe everything we have to Mr. Bozorg.

Isnít that right Homeyra?

Yes, youíre always right.

I owe my job in the registration office to Mr. Bozorg as well.

Thatís right.

I know Iíll never have a chance for
getting a promotion there.

But Iíll blame it on my luck anyway.

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This is not the time for this Hooshang.

Thatís fine Parvin.

This is a family gathering.

Let us be comfortable tonight.

Anyone can say anything they want tonight.

Youíre too kind sir.

Before this childbirth,

we were not blood relatives, but now we are.

This child is my flesh and blood.

Heís a Divansalar.

Now he has everything I have in his hands.

- I donít think they fit in his small hands.
- Simin!

That was just an example.

Bravo Shahrzad.

This boy will soon be sitting on a throne

everybody will envy.

What if he doesnít want to sit on that throne?

He doesnít have a choice.

If he has Divansalar blood in his veins.

Things that you say sir!

Of course he has Divansalar blood in his veins.

This boy is closer to you than anything.

He looks just like you.
I was telling my wife about it today.

Like two peas in a pod!
I was telling you today.

- Did I tell you Parvin?
- You did.

Yes Jamshid

Excuse me, excuse me.

-
It was time to breastfeed the baby.

- Iíll go help her. Excuse me.
- Go ahead dear.

Isnít Ms. Shirin joining us sir?

- Heshmat.
- Sheíll be right with us sir.

Sheíll be here.

- Malmal, serve the guests.
- Yes.

You just breastfed the baby.

You didnít have to do it in the
middle of the ceremony again.

Of course I had to!

Why didnít you wear the necklace
Mr. Bozorg gave you as a gift?

- I didnít want to.
- Youíre just so stubborn. Give him to me.

- Hold him for a moment.
- Come here dear.

My darling. Come here.

- Ms. Shirin! Hello.
- Hello.

How are you?

Sorry for the inconvenience.

Look at auntie!

- Heís a pretty child.
- Yes.

Heís taken after Ghobad.

You go get some rest.

Letís go.

Why did you remove the ring?

I donít want it.

You can have it.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

By your permission sir.

Tonight we have gathered together

to celebrate the arrival of

our new child, a new Divansalar in our family.

Now we have to choose a name for this child.

Mr. Bozorg could be the best person

who could pick a name for the infant.

Go ahead sir.

Very well.

First of all, I congratulate our family
on our new arrival.

Second of all,

the memories of my father has
always been dear to me.

Therefore, I shall name this beautiful boy,

- Kabir after my after.
- Very nice.

Shahrzad dear.

I think you should bring Kabir here
a couple of times a week

so Shirin can get used to him.

After all, sheís his second mother.

Come here Shirin.
Hold Kabir in your arms and let him get used to you.

Mother is a blessing.

Iím so happy that this boy has two mothers.

Shahrzad come on, I need to talk to you.

Itís okay dear.

- I think heís made himself wet.
- Donít cry, donít cry.

Excuse me.

- I can hold him, Shahrzad.
- Iím fine.

Shahrzad honey?
Excuse me.

- Please sit down.
- Yes.

Shahrzad?

Donít you frown like that.

Itís always been like that.
The grandfather picks the name.

Your father has let Mr. Bozorg do that.

Weíre beholden to him.

Go thank him.

Come in.

You wanted to see me?

Have a seat.

Make yourself comfortable.

You used to come here for giving me
an injection once a week before.

Remember?

- Everything was different before.
- Of course.

Back then you were Jamshidís daughter.

Now youíre the mother of my heir.

This child is still too young for such things.

Heíll be a man in a blink of an eye.

He look likes you more than Ghobad.

- We canít tell yet.
- Yes we can. Look!

Look at his eyes.
He has your eyes.

Iím sure you didnít ask me to come
here for saying these things.

She always wished to be surrounded
by her grandkids.

She had hopes and dreams for all of them.

Now sheí not here to see this baby.

God bless her soul.

Here.

Take it.

What is it?

This is the dearest thing Iíve kept all these years.

It belonged to Shirinís mother.

wouldnít be as valuable as this.

But IÖ

I know.

You hate me with all your heart.

You still donít know that life is too cruel
to give you whatever you want.

The moment you understand this,

you will no longer hold a grudge against me.

Then, I may not be in this world anymore.

There are in secretes in life that cannot be uttered.

They can never be revealed.

Just know that in this world,

youíre not the only one with a broken heart.

Youíre not the only one who didnít get her wishes.

This life is all about failures.

Getting what you want is strange.

Do you understand?

No.

No problem.

Here.

Take it as a gift for becoming a mother.

Itís been left from Masoumeh.

Itís safer with you.

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,