01x18 - Episode 18

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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

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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

- Hello sir.
- Hello.

- Good night gentlemen.
- Good night sir.

- Are you sure itís here?
- Yes.

I made my sister reveal everything.

There are so many places in this town.

Are you sure itís here?

Heís just not gonna stop

This guy is Zabihís brother-in-law.

Zabih says itís here, so itís here.

Whatís with all the questions?

But I donít think itís here.

Canít you just be patient for a moment?

Be patient.

He made us doubtful too.

Letís go get a feel of the place.

Look.

Look how the stupid guy is dancing.

Who was it your father married your sister to?

Asad, donít speak ill of the dead.

The angel of death is already dancing for him.

All right. Letís wait for him at the door.

Letís go.

- Asad Zabih is not feeling well.
- Oh

Asad never wants to see Zabih like this.

Itís because of my sister.
Sheíll become a widow tonight.

I understand bro.

My condolences.

Itís so sad Rajab.

Sorry for your loss.

Iíll be her humble servant.

Iíll support her till the end of my life.

I used to be her kidsí uncle.

Now Iíll be their father from now on.

You can count on me too.

Such a cruel world.

Oh sister

I feel so sorry for you sister.

Orphans always count on their uncles.

I say, if Mr. Bozorg was not involved,

we could turn a blind eye to this somehow.

We could somehow let this guy Taghi go.

If I ever hear you try to disobey Mr. BozorgÖ

- youíll be dealing me.
- Come off it bro.

Asad just made a gaffe.

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Yeah. Yeah.
There he comes.

Go home.

Taghi.

Taghi, get up. Get up.

Officer They k*lled him.

Taghi

Can I use your phone sir?

- Please give me your phone.
- Here. Whatís the matter?

Iíll tell you.

- Hello.
- Hello.

How are you?

Hello.
Hello sir. How are you?

What would you like to drink sir?

- Iím not drinking tonight.
- Seriously?

- Hello sir.
- Hello Mr. Teymouri.

Please have a seat.

- How are you?
- Fine, thank you.

Thank you.

Iím glad to see that despite the hard times,

youíre still in high spirits.

Iím talking about what happened to the granary.

It mustíve been a sad accident.

And irreparable.

Cure the ones behind it.

May God save us from greed, Mr. Behboudi.

And voracious competitors.

You must know that in between,

an innocent worker has been k*lled.

I hope the saboteurs pay for it soon.

Thanks for your sympathy.

But a guilty person gets punished anyway.

This competitor will finally be ruined.

I mean people would finally find something,

to hang on to and survive.

For example my victory in the
tender offers of the lands in Rostamabad,

Your victory?

I thought you bailed out.

I had decided to.

But with the help of my friends

I cursed the devil

And decided to take part in the tenders.

Of course I heard the news in the evening.

Tomorrow, it will be announced.

The lot fell on me

Hello. Excuse me Mr. Behboudi.

Thereís a call for you.

Iíll guide you.

- Excuse me.
- Sure.

At your service sir.

Yes, I was saying.

Go ahead sir.

- Hello?
- Hello. Where are you sir?

- I called for a hundred times. The line was busy.
- Whatís wrong?

They k*lled Taghi.

- Who?
- We didnít understand.

Their faces were covered.
But they were after Taghi.

Come to our rescue sir.
Taghi is k*lled.

Once we were no longer drunk,
theyíd already been gone.

What should I do sir?

What should I tell his wife and kids?
Hello?

Sir?

- Excuse me for a few minutes.
- Sure.

He was scared of thunderstorms.
I held him in my arms in raining nights.

I always sang him lullabies.

And helped him sleep.

You wanted to see me?

I want to confess to the m*rder, to everything.

Thatís not enough.

- I want to know the motivations.
- It was a personal issue.

Itís related to my first husband.

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But we have no evidence that proves
a personal relationship between you

and the victim.

These types of relationships are usually secret.

Listen maíam.

I donít want you to die

behind bars.

So tell us, where are those

whom you always took the cudgels for?

Iím already a dead woman.

At times like this, one would only
prove their loyalty to themselves.

Listen maíam.

Tomorrow is the first day of your official interrogation.

But I canít keep you here forever.

If you donít confess,

they will take you to places,

here youíll be tortured and forced to talk.

Itís a tough place for women I suppose.

Can we make a deal?

A deal?

I will confess.

- I will tell you everything you want to know.
- And what will you want in return?

Let me see Farhad Damavandi.

Why would you care about
seeing him so much?

Because I owe him an apology.

Why?

Because you pretended to be a romantic lover?

I wonder how a smart person like Farhad Damavandi

didnít understand that.

Because from some point,
I was no longer pretending.

Itís a deal.

So bring a pen and a piece of paper.

Iíll write down everything you want to know.

Iíll get them for you right away.

Wait.

What about the meeting?

Iíll arrange it tomorrow.

Close the door.

Eat this, my lady.
You need some energy.

Think about your baby if you
donít care about yourself.

Youíre breastfeeding him.

Itís like you havenít eaten forever.

Youíre just making a big deal out of it.
Donít make me eat so much.

Such a cruel word
What can I say?

What is it Batoul?

The truth is,

Every time I look at this beautiful Kabir.

I get more and more ashamed of myself.

Why Batoul?

I swear I didnít want to

- make you eat that powder. Shirin insisted.
- Has she said anything new lately?

- Something going on?
- No maíam.

She called me once before Kabir was born.

- She said sheíd ruin me and such things.
- Did she?

Pardon maíam?

Did she ruin you?

No maíam.
Thanks to you.

Then why do you trouble your mind so much?

You want to turn to a statue of salt?

A statue of salt?

The naked woman looked back and turned to a statue of salt.
Havenít you read it?

No maíam. Iím illiterate.

I donít know such things.

- Go get the phone.
- Yes.

- Iíll tell you the story.
- Excuse me.

Hello?

HI Simin.

Yes. Hold on.

My lady?

Itís Simin. She wants to talk to you.

Kabir

It doesnít suit you at all

I want to call you Omid.

Whoís gonna stop me?

My dear

Itís Simin.

Sister, sister, sister, hi

Hi. What is it?

Guess what?

What is it?

Guess what.

- Whatís the matter?
- Youíre not gonna believe it.

Iím sure you wonít believe it.

Believe what?

Dad finally gave his consent.

- The sport club?
- Yes

Shahrzad, tell that cutie pie his aunt is an athlete.

Tell him I owe all the medals Iím going to get to him.

So youíre happy now?

Thereís just one little problem.

Dad has asked mom to tell
me to tell you that,

Tell me what?

That dad must talk to you first.

If you put his mind at ease, youíll
put my name down yourself.

- Yes?
- Major?

- Farhad Damavandi is here.
- Let him in.

Go in.

- Hello.
- Hello. Have a seat.

Apparently, weíre supposed to meet every day.

I am not the reason youíve
been summoned today.

The accused, Azar Goldarei has requested to see you.

And you agreed?

Yes. I have my own reasons.

I agreed.

Send the accused upstairs with a guard.

I thought about it.

Iím sure youíve suffered from
a serious emotional blow.

A woman pretending to be a romantic lover.

Whoís neither romantic nor in love.

She just plays this role.

Sheís confessed to that herself?

You suppose so.

Is this one of those ordinary tricks of interrogators?

Yes?

What?

Stay there. Iím coming.

Wait for me here.

Unfortunately, sheís committed suicide.

Sheís used the pen and the sharp edge of the paper.

Her statement paper.

This note is the only thing sheís left.

Send her to the morgue.

Has anything happened?

My beloved, at the time of dawn,

A flower may grow in this abandoned garden,

Like the flower that grew in our spring of love,

My beloved, forgive me,

Leave me behind and think of tomorrow.

That shines for you,

This is Azarís handwriting.

But why is there blood on it?

She mustíve written it for you.

Before she committed suicide.

- Sheís committed suicide?
- Iím sorry.

You mean Azar is dead?

I canít believe it.

Oh

She mustíve done that for the fear of giving her bosses away.

Youíre wrong.

The Azar I know would surely resist.

The problem is something else.

She didnít know how to live without hope.

Itís strange.

Until 24 hours ago, I thought she
just pretended to be a lover.

Donít get me wrong
Iím not that unfair.

I must confess that I let this
thought ruin my mind.

But death changes everything.

Because itís the only role that cannot be played.

You have to go till the end.

And the one who does that,

will have no choice but believing it.

Thatís when the sick mind starts suffering from nausea.

Eternal nausea.

And something in your head keeps telling you that,

donít take life so seriously.

Because you wonít survive it.

Wait Mr. Damavandi.

Unfortunately, you cannot take
that paper with you.

It must be attached to the file.

Mansourzadeh.

- Yes sir?
- Follow him.

He might try to call

the accusedís bosses.

- Yes sir.
- Go.

- Hello dad.
- Hello dad.

Hello Ms. Saíadat.

- Hello.
- How are you doctor?

- How are you naughty girl?
- Iím fine.

You get back to work.

- Letís go over there. Itís crowded here.
- Go.

- How are you darling?
- How are you?

Not bad.

- Go in. Mohsen?
- Yes sir?

- Thank you.
- Youíre welcome.

Thanks.

- Anything else sir?
- No, get back to work.

Weíre just two people dad.
Why so much food?

Eat up darling.

Youíve lost too much weight.

How come everybody says the
same thing to me today?

- Shall I get you some?
- Iíve eaten already. You get busy.

- What about some kebab?
- No dear.

Should I get you here to feed you?

What are you saying dad?

I could hardly make you say yes.

Even if I proposed to the prince,

- he wouldíve said yes by now.
- Very funny

You see Shahrzad?

Iím fed up with her.

She keeps insisting.

I gave up.

Girls should go to cooking and tailing classes.

Why would they be interested in sports?

Not all sports are like wrestling, dad.

There are swimming, gymnastic.

- And even running.
- Swimming?

With those suits?
Donít even think about it.

She hasnít chosen swimming.
Theyíre gonna play with a ball.

But thatís what boys do.

Itís good for her health.
Whatís wrong with it?

What can I say?

Just say that you agree.

Only for the sake of Shahrzad.

Thank God

- But you have to take the responsibility.
Okay.

You should take care of her.

Such a cruel word

Girls were not so brazen before.

Youíve already studied a lot.

- And thatís more than enough for you.
- Iíll be keeping an eye on her.

No worries.

Shahrzad.

At time like this, instead of leaving
Kabir with Batoul,

leave him with Shirin.

Mr. Bozorg will like it better this way.

Why are you saying that dad?

The more I keep quiet, the worse it gets.

Iíll talk to Mr. Bozorg if necessary.

You expect me to leave my child with my rival?

Who in their right mind would do such a thing?

Itís for your own good darling.
And itís better for Kabirís future.

My childís future is first in the hands
of God and them himself.

Besides, my sonís name is Omid not Kabir.

Things that you say dear

Excuse me Jamshid.

- Yes?
- Thereís a call for you. Itís important.

You keep busy. Iíll be right back.

Thank God.

- Thank God?
- Yes.

Iím glad you didnít start arguing before
talking about the sport club.

Otherwise, dad would never agree.

Opportunist

How about we go to Naderi cafÈ after
we enroll in the sport club?

Itís just a block away.

Itís gonna be on me.

Naderi CafÈ.

Should I bring your coffee now
or are you waiting for someone?

Bring it sir. Two coffees sir.

One for me and one forÖ

- Good day ladies.
- Hello.

- What can I get you?
- What will you have?

- A fruit ice-cream please.
- You glutton.

Turkish coffee with no sugar.

Itís a cozy place.

Youíre not gonna come here
every day after your class.

No offence sister.
But sometimes you sound just like dad.

Very funny

Shahrzad, look.

- He seems so devastated.
- Simin.

Hello. Excuse me.

Please hold this on it.
Itíll stop the bleeding.

What are you doing here?

Apparently youíre waiting for someone.

- Sorry, I didnít want to interrupt.
- Can you sit down for a moment?

I always wanted to ask you about that lady.

I was afraid Iíd hurt her in the surgery.

- Is she okay? Any infections or something?
- Sheís fine.

Sheís no longer in pain.

- Something wrong?
- Sheís dead.

She k*lled herself.

Why?

Because things donít always go on
as we wish, Shahrzad.

Remember? You said that yourself.

Goodbye.

Mitra?

Make some cowslip tea for your brother.

Okay.

Hashem?

Iím afraid people start talking behind
my sonís back that every girl he picksÖ

something happens.
First it was Shahrzad and then this one.

Cut it out.

I just wonder.

Why did she commit suicide in between?

Whatís done is done.

We should think about the future.

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God bless her soul.
She was a good girl.

A poet, a brave woman.

Itís a pity they couldnít marry each other.

But she was a g*n woman until yesterday.

Stop it Hashem.

Stop finding fault with me.

I just said something.

Itís time we find him a good girl.

A decent girl from a noble family.

If I were you, I wouldnít talk to
him about such things so soon.

How can I soothe him then?

He knows weíre sorry for his
loss and thatíll soothe him.

Itís time he sticks to his studies.

We should help him with that.

Thatís enough.

- I brewed it.
- Thank you.

Iím going to soothe this kid a little.

- Mitra.
- Yes dad?

- Are you okay dear?
- Yes dad.

- Anything you need?
- No dad.

On your way to the school,

nobody harasses you?

No dad. Why?

Never mind.

If thereís a problem,

make sure you let your dad know.

- Okay?
- Sure dad.

Good girl.

- What are you studying?
- History.

History.

History is good.

Keep studying dear.

Iíve brought you cowslip tea dear.
Itíll make you feel better.

Thank you mother.

What are you doing?

Iím picking Azarís poems.

I want to make a book out of them.

- It might put her soul at peace.
- God bless her soul.

Son, Iím not planning to marry you

to a decent girl so soon.

Iíve just come to say that weíre sorry for your loss.

Just stick to your studies.

Iíll leave you alone.

What have you done to my aching heart?

Look what youíve done to my crazy love.

In peace and tranquility, I was.

What did you do to my butterfly wings?

Intoxicated without drinking from your cup,

What did you do to me?

Wasnít I good enough for you to lean on?

Why did you ignore my shoulders?

You exhausted me and left me,

What did you do to my home?

My world is soaking in my tears,

What did you do to my shelter?

I wish someone told me how to stop this misery.

Azar is dead and buried and I still canít believe it.

Oh dad Itís so sad.

Itís been eating me deep down inside.

Nothing can stop you from k*lling
yourself once you make up your mind.

Sheíd already prepared herself for that.

She knew about it.

Donít hurt yourself so much, son.

Even love couldnít save her.

The love you can never reach is so close to death.

How was she feeling at that moment?

When she was departing this life.

When they were closing the door
of this life on her.

When she gently cut her vein.

First it was a little scratch.

Then it got deeper and deeper.

Stop it Farhad.

Iíve pictured that moment for a thousand times dad.

A thousand times.

I just hope now sheís at peace after a lifetime.

Calm down my dear.

Now sheís with her child.

Farhad, you have no idea how peaceful parents
are when their children are by their side.

Dead or alive.

No difference.

- Hello Mitra.
- Hello.

- Iím so sorry.
- Donít be.

No offence.

But donít you want to know why Asghar is so sorry?

No. It doesnít concern me.

So much the better. If it did, you would
show up in front of my high school again.

Before the students and teachers.

- You mean you like it that I donít show up?
- No.

I mean yes. Come on Mr. Asghari
Leave me alone.

I have to go study.
I have an exam tomorrow.

Excuse me Mitra.

I wanted to give you a few papers.

Will you read them?

What papers?

You can call it a love letter from a crow to a canary.

Oh

This is why Iím sorry.

What happened?

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Donít you have an exam?
- I do.

- Go and study then.
- Okay.

What were you telling each other?

I thought Hashemís food would be cold.

Like Iím gonna fall for that

Donít let him make the food salty.

And tell him to eat all the meatballs.

Goodbye.

Hold on.

- Whereís the fire?
- Well, I thought

I would take the food before it gets cold.

What are you looking at?

- Was Farhad in the shop when you came?
- Yes.

- Well?
- Well?

Iíll tell you something.

- Just donít forget it.
- Okay, go ahead.

I donít want people to talk behind our back.

I donít want them to blabber.

They wouldnít dare

Nobody would dare speak ill of my masterís family.

All right, fine

Put that dirty hankie in your pocket.

Sorry.

I donít want anyone to know

- what happened to this girl Azar.
- God rest her soul.

I donít want anyone to know about
her suicide or anything else.

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- Understood?
- Yes.

Iíll keep my mouth shut.

Thereís no way Iíll tell anyone anything about it.

Bravo Asghar. Bravo

- Suppose youíre a member of our family.
- Sure.

What are you waiting for?

Go before the food gets cold.

- You can have some too.
- Sure, thanks.

Suppose youíre a member of our family.

That means,

Congregations Asghari Congregations.

- Daddy?
- Yes sweetie?

- Good night.
- Good night my prince.

My dear.

I love those eyes.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Your tie.

- Whatís wrong with it?
- It doesnít suit your clothes much.

Iíve brought it from Bonjour in Lalezar.

It was so expensive.

But Iíll burn it because of you.

How about this one?

Let me help you.

- Let me.
- What is it?

Look at me.

Somethingís wrong with you.

Youíre heavyhearted cause Iím leaving?

Me too.

I have to.

You can see Iím leaving at the last moment.

- I wouldnít go if I didnít have to.
- Itís okay.

Donít get upset with Mr. Bozorg.

I wonít let Shirin touch Kabir if you donít want it.

- Itís Omid.
- Omid.

Omid Divansalar.

Shahrzad, itís been a while you havenít told

Arabian Nights stories for your man.

Iím afraid he gets wild again and

start k*lling those women again

- Can you sit down for a moment?
- Sure.

There are two things you should know.

One of them happened before Omid was born.

I mean recently.

Iím all ears.

A few days ago, I spoke with
Hashemís son in Naderi CafÈ.

You spoke with him?

Where? In Naderi CafÈ?

You spoke with that jerk, Farhad?

You shouldnít call him jerk when he
hasnít done anything to you.

Really?

I didnít know that.

And?

He was mourning for the woman
he was supposed to marry.

- You must know.
- No. How am I supposed to know?

He was feeling so bad.

We met accidentally.

Donít light it up Ghobad.

We said hello, I gave him my condolences
and then he left. Thatís all.

And the second thing?

Or the first one.

Which one was it?

Thereís no second thing.

Look at me.

You said there are two things.

The second one is not that important.

Aha

Ghobad.

Believe me it was an accident.
Simin know. I was shocked.

I wonder how he comes to that cafÈ
accidentally on the same day his fiancÈ dies.

Who would go to a cafÈ when his fiancÈ dies?

Where the hell had he been before that?

Ghobad If there was anything,
I wouldnít tell you at all.

Oh really?

Why did you tell me then?

I thought I should tell you.
I donít care what you think.

Good night.

Ghobad.

Until next week?

Good night.

Itís a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

The sky is cloudy.

I said Iíd die without you, not this time.

You said you loved me, I think not,

Time and again, you said ìI love youî,

Falling for these empty words I shall not,

Rejected once Iím devoted to you,

Your companion is all I wish to be,

Leaving you are, and I beg you to stay,

Another time I beg but insist I shall not,

Willing and unwilling you are,

This is my heart youíre squeezing in your hand,

Itís a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

Itís a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

How can I be pleased in my own grave?

Departing you are, but my darling,

Forget me you may, but not deny,

You are cruel to me, however,

I may resent but never detest you,

Willing and unwilling you are,

This is my heart youíre squeezing in your hand,

Oí Iím all alone again.

Iím all on my own.

In the Day of Judgment we shall meet again,