01x21 - Episode 21

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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

Yes, I see.

No worries.
I’ll do something about it.

Leave it to me.

Yes.

Goodbye.

Come in.

Hello sir.

Good job major!

As the informers say,

you’ve even outfaced Sherlock Holmes this time.

The new report I just received says that,

According to the report from the forensics,

the injection was poisonous and could k*ll the patient.

In fact, the old man owes his life to

his nephew and Farhad Damavandi,

whose father works for Mr. Bozorg.

- Farhad Damavandi?
- Yes sir.

Isn’t this Farhad Damavandi

the suspect of Azar Goldarei’s case?

It was probable this would have something to do with that.

But it was never proved.
You see Fooladshekan?

It’s such a small world.

The guy,

is the savior in one case,

and the suspect in another one.

- I’ve heard one of our guys got k*lled last night.
- Unfortunately yes.

Last night, as soon as I heard about the news,

I sent Lieutenant Mohammadi to the hospital.

Sergeant Nazari was accompanying him too.

Unfortunately he got shot and k*lled.

So the phony nurse was armed.

No sir.

Sergeant was shot by one of the patient’s
guards who was assisting the phony nurse.

This traitor could be a good clue

in finding the phony nurse.
- But he’s disappeared sir.

It’s strange major.

Your agents are so good at
ruining clues and evidence.

It appears that there was no alternative sir.

People’s lives were in danger inside the hospital.

In any case, I summoned you to both thank you,

and tell you something important regarding this matter.

Considering your records,

I hope you don’t get yourself involved further.

I’m all ears sir.

Have a seat.

Apparently this case

has become more than a criminal one.

There are political and security aspects as well.

The reports have been studied in the headquarters.

And they’ve decided to transfer the case

to the security section from the criminal department.

Complete your reports today and deliver the files.

And do not

try to follow up this case again.

It’s an order from the higher ranks.

But we’re getting to good clues sir.

You heard me!

What are these clues anyway?

The two guards we put in the hospital left their
posts under the order of one of our own lieutenants.

Exactly an hour before the incident.

Who’s this lieutenant that gave the order?

Lieutenant Goudarzi.

- He’s got records in administrative offenses.
- Where is this man?

Since last night,

he’s vanished from the face of the earth.

- Of course we’ve been after him sir.
- What else?

Heshmat Pashai

Mr. Bozorg’s driver,

has left the hospital an hour before the incident.

- He hasn’t showed up yet.
- Very well.

Mention the last two things in the report
so we can send it to the security department.

- All right.
- You can go major.

Yes?

And?

You didn’t leave any trace , did you?

Very well.

Sir, we just received a new report.

If it’s regarding the assassination of Divansalar,
I don’t want to hear about it.

- We have been banned from following this case up.
- I’m sorry sir.

What’s the news anyway?

- It’s about Lieutenant Goudarzi sir.
- Well?

He’s been found.

His dead body of course.

So there’s no eyewitness left.

I have another bad news, sir.

- What is it?
- Heshmat Pashai’s corpse has been found as well.

- Where?
- In an old caravanserai near Cheshme Ali.

All right.

Mention these in the report and sent it to

the security department.
- Yes sir.

- Mansourzadeh?
- Yes sir?

I’m going to Divansalar’s house.

If anyone asked for me,

- I’ll be back in a couple of hours.
- Yes sir.

This is Mansourzadeh.

I’d like to speak with Colonel Soheili.

Tell him it’s urgent.

- What’s the matter?
- Hello colonel.

- Pardon my interruption.
- What is it?

Despite your order regarding not following the case,

major just headed

to Mr. Divansalar’s house.

- Didn’t you understand for what reason?
- Unfortunately no sir.

Listen captain.

In order to prove that you deserve a
promotion in the criminal department

you have to shadow him from this moment on.

Report anything suspicious.

Now go follow him.

Yes sir. By your permission.

- Good day gentlemen.
- Good day.

I’m Major Fooladshekan from the criminal department.

I have an appointment with Mr. Divansalar.

- Kamal?
- Yes sir?

- Guide major inside. Go ahead.
- Sure.

- Go ahead major.
- Thank you.

- You can go.
- Yes sir.

Hello.

- I’m glad to see you’re better.
- Thank you.

Have a seat major.

I won’t take up much of your time.

I have some news for you.

Unfortunately it’s not good news.

Shirin?

You get out my dear.

But dad, in this situation

why should you hear bad news?
- Shirin!

Get out.

Okay dad.

- It’s about Heshmat?
- Unfortunately yes.

He’s gone?

On the night your life was attempted upon,

he gets k*lled in a caravanserai near Cheshme Ali.

I’m sorry.

- I know it’s a great loss for you.
- It’s nonsense.

They’re playing games with us.

Heshmat was a professional.
He knew his job well.

- It wasn’t the first time he was dealing with hooligans.
- Ghobad!

But Heshmat was not a child,
he was a professional.

- He can’t say he’s dead just like that.
- That’s enough. Sit down.

We have no trace of his K*llers.

It’s just a phone call.

But we don’t know where and
by whom it was made.

I thought he might have told you something

before leaving the hospital that could help us find a clue.

I don’t remember anything.

In any case, there must be some people behind this.

You might be able to help us with that.

Things that you say, major!

It’s your job to find these people.

If we find a trace of them,

We’ll ruin them in a way so there
will be nothing left for the police.

Ghobad!

You see major.

?
We haven’t been doing well
after Heshmat’s death.

He was so close to Ghobad.

- He has the right to be angry.
- I understand.

If you find any trace of them,

please inform the police.

It’s better for everyone.

Goodbye.

Hypocrites!

I can’t believe it.

- He must’ve been shot from behind.
- The jerks finally k*lled him.

They k*lled him.

We shouldn’t pin our hopes on these cops.

We have to find them ourselves.

We have to find them all
and cut them into pieces.

We must feed stray dogs on them.

What’s wrong with you?

- Get out and light up a cigarette.
- Yes, go.

Death is in the hands of God. Go.

- Jamshid?
- Yes sir?

- Hashem?
- Yes?

Do your best for him.

As if

you’re burying my right hand.

God forbid sir.

Invite all his relatives to his funeral

with respect.

Make preparations.

As far as I know, Heshmat has nobody here.

He just has a brother who’s
been in jail for about 15 years.

Nosrat.

- Welcome, hero.
- Welcome Nosrat.

- My condolences Nosrat.
- Sorry for your loss Nosrat.

- My condolences.
- Go ahead.

- Welcome.
- Go ahead.

- Go ahead.
- Welcome.

During these 15 years,

he came to visit me every week.

And every time,

I could see more wrinkles on his face.

His hair got whiter.

One day I said,

Brother,

“Why don’t you get married and have kids?”

“Until when are you gonna stay single?”

He smiled and said,

“I’ll get married and have kids,”

“when you get released from jail.”

Brother!

I’m out but…!

Get up Nosrat. Get up.

Let’s go to Mr. Bozorg. He’s waiting.

- May he rest in peace.
- Let’s go Hashem.

- Sorry for your loss.
- Jamshid.

- Mash Aman?
Yes?

Hello.

- This is Nosrat, late Heshmat’s brother.
- God bless his soul.

- Thank you.
- We’re so sorry for your loss.

- Thank you.
- God bless Heshmat’s soul.

He wants to see Mr. Bozorg.

- Show him the way.
- Yes sir.

- You’re not going?
- No. Mr. Bozorg wants to see you alone.

- Please.
- Go on.

Sorry I’m going ahead.

That’s Mr. Bozorg’s room.

- Anything else?
- No thank you.

Mr. Ghobad?

- And you are?
- I’m Nosrat, Heshmat’s brother.

Oh yes. I was informed that you’re coming.

- Welcome. My condolences.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Nothing can ease the pain of losing a brother.
But your condolences made me feel a little better.

Heshmat was so dear to me.

I know he had your back.

You know?

Yes, I do.

- Heshmat never told you about me?
- I don’t remember anything.

- I don’t blame him.
- I don’t understand.

I’ll tell you about it later Mr. Ghobad.

I’m so glad I met you

right after I arrived here.
- You’re most welcome.

I have to go run an errand.

- Yes.
- We’ll talk later.

- Sure.
- Bye for now.

Come in.

Excuse me sir.
Nosrat Pashai is here.

- Let him in.
- Yes sir.

- Help me get up, doctor.
- Yes sir.

- There you go.
- Give me my stick.

Here you are.

Hello sir.

Welcome here Nosrat.

You’re late.

I was expecting you half an hour ago.

Let me.

- Sorry sir. I went to Heshmat’s grave.
- God rest his soul.

- He was a loyal man. I’m done with you for now.
- Yes sir.

- Have a seat.
- It’s disrespectful sir.

Sit down.

Yes sir.

- It’s been nearly 15 years, right?
- Yes sir. But,

The pain of losing Heshmat broke my back.

After all these years,

I feel like I’ve aged for a hundred years.

Nosrat.

I finally didn’t understand.
You were a decent man.

How did you k*ll that boy?

- He was your best friend.
- What can I say, sir?

We came to a fight over matters of honor.

I was a drunk and didn’t know what happened.

Of course I know.

I know it was you who changed my
death sentence to life imprisonment.

Heshmat was so sad about that.

Heshmat’s death was a big deal for everyone.

I know sir, I know.

Patience this old world must have,

Until another child like you is born.

- This poem is true about Heshmat.
- Yes sir.

There’s someone in jail who writes poems.

His works are not that bad.

He’s an idiot though.

They brought him to us to teach him a lesson.

I thought I’d tell him to write

an elegy for Heshmat when I go back.

Not a bad idea.

But you’re not supposed to go back.

I’m not, sir?

It’s not fair Heshmat loses his life because of me

and his brother reads an elegy for him in jail.

- He was beholden to you sir.
- I know.

I know he thought highly of me.

But if you can remember,

it was you who came to me first.

Then Heshmat came.

Anyway, I asked a general

to pay for the rest of your imprisonment.

Sit down.

One of these days, I’ll gather all the guys together.

I want everybody to know that

Heshmat’s brother

is just like himself for me.
There’s no difference.

You’re too kind sir.

- Sit down.
- Yes.

Tell me.

What was going on in there?

The thing everybody was talking about

from warders to prisoners,

was the attempt upon your life.

I’ll k*ll the guy who came up with this idea.

- You just give me the permission.
- Calm down.

Calm down.

There’s a time and place for everything.

For everything.

It couldn’t get any worse, sir.

If worst comes to worst!

We’re back to square one.

It’s true when they say a bad thing never dies!

You mean this is all the police could do?

A stupid kid ruined all your plans!

He humiliated us all.

Don’t make such a big deal out of it colonel.

But it’s the police that’s been put to shame.

- What do you say about it Mr. Shirvani?
- When punishment doesn’t fit the crime.

Mr. Bozorg had been hurt already.
Now things are even worse!

Colonel, you’re talking in a way as if

you tried to stop us previously.

As if you warned us already.

No colonel!
We’re all in this together.

What difference saying these
words would make?

- What matters is that…
- It’s that runaway woman who’s fooled everyone.

She’s somewhere around.
She’ll show up sooner or later.

- We’ll have her.
- So she’s one of your people.

So loyal and professional!
I should’ve guessed.

Sit down colonel.

It’s not the time for arguing.

You stay colonel.

The friends have all gathered together.

I’ll go.

But take my advice.

Don’t make mistakes.

Just keep silent.

If we are wise

We should wait and see where
Mr. Bozorg will be headed.

Wherever he turns to,

we’ll send our K*llers there.

So long.

Good night.

?
This clumsy woman who was
supposed to k*ll Mr. Bozorg,

Well?

I think we should get rid of her somehow.

Peace!

And be still!

I will so.

What's the matter my lord?

That handkerchief which I so loved

and gave thee,

thou gavest to Cassio.

No, by my life and soul!

Send for the man, and ask him the truth.

Sweet soul,
Take heed of perjury.

- Thou art on thy deathbed.
- Ay.

- But not yet to die.
- Yes, presently.

Therefore confess thee freely of thy sin,

For to deny each article with oath,

Cannot remove nor choke the strong
Conception that I do groan withal.

Thou art to die.

- Then Lord have mercy on me.
- I say, amen.

And have you mercy too.

I never did offend you in my life.

Never loved Cassio.

I never took token from him.

- Good job Maryam.
- Good job.

- Good job everyone.
- Bye.

- I blew it tonight. I blew it.
- Come on, you’re not a machine. It happens.

It’s all the prompter’s fault.

He was so distracted.

I’m not an actor who needs a prompter.
I blew it.

- Don’t hurt yourself. Nothing’s happened.
- Excuse me ma’am.

Colonel Teymouri would like to
have a word with you.

He’s in the car on the side of the street.
Excuse me.

What should I do Babak?

I don’t know.

You know better.

I’ll see what he wants to say.
I’ll be right back.

The jerk comes to see the play every night.

Calm down Babak.

I wonder why a stupid policeman
should be interested in plays.

Calm down.
Everything will be clear now.

Farhad.

I get heavyhearted every time he shows up.

- He always has bad news.
- All right. Stop whining.

Be patient.

- Babak.
- What’s wrong? Why are you so pale?

It’s a summons.

- It’s from monitoring the plays section.
- Open it.

What does it mean?

At times like this, they summon the manager of the hall.

- Why have they summoned you alone?
- Yes.

Colonel Teymouri was worried too.

He wanted to give me the summons himself.

He said I must go or we might face
a problem with our performance.

Good evening.

I liked the way you played on the stage.

- Can I have your autograph?
- Sure.

- I think I’m choking Farhad.
- All right.

Let’s go.

- Good job.
- Thank you.

- Good night.
- Bye.

- Let’s go Maryam.
- What happened?

- Hello Ms. Sa’adat.
- Hello Davood.

- How are you?
- Fine, thank you.

- Is Mr. Jamshid here?
- Yes. He’s in the kitchen.

I’ll get him for you.

- No thank you. I’ll go myself.
- Sure.

They’ve sold you fake saffron.

What kind of meat is this?

Customers will run away as soon as they smell it.

Get rid of this.

- What is this?
- You heard him. Throw it away.

I said perfect smoked rice.
What is this?

This is rubbish.

Take it out of here.

- Hello ma’am.
- Hello.

- Hello dad. How are you?
- Hello doctor.

- Why did you come to the kitchen?
- Hello.

I could come out.

I wanted to see what you feel people on.

Things that you say my girl!

Your father is still an honest man.

This morning, mother asked me to
call you before I went to college.

After my class, I thought I’d
pay you a visit instead of calling you.

- And see what you wanted.
- Good.

So you still miss your dad sometimes.

Dad!

There are two things I needed
to talk to you about.

I’ve heard Dr. Fatemi’s trial has
made a noise in your college.

I wanted to ask you not to say anything in college.

Just don’t get yourself in trouble dear.

Mr. Bozorg will accept visitors now.

- Your mother said you didn’t want to go. Why?
- It’s what mother said.

Don’t you know why I don’t want to go?

?
I’ve always wished to ask something from
my daughters and they don’t question me.

Why do you enrage yourself so much?

I’m an individual.
My decision won’t do you any harm.

Am I not a more experienced person than you?

Well, you’ve had your own experiences.

- I’ll have mine.
- God!

Listen my dear.

I know Mr. Bozorg’s daughter
doesn’t like you much.

But you shouldn’t step aside.
Don’t back down.

Just say okay and put my mind at ease.

What happened?

Nothing. It’s the same old pain.
It comes back every now and then.

You shouldn’t enrage yourself so much.

I’m fed up with you all!

Okay.

If you feel better if I go to Mr. Bozorg’s

I’ll do it.

Just know that I’m not going at will.

Now I have to go home and
take care of my child.

I won’t let you go just like that.

You have to eat some shashlik with your dad first.

Mehdi, get two shashliks.

- It’s heavy, dad.
- Let’s go to my office.

Give that to me. Come on.

Come on.

- Hurry up. My daughter has to go.
- Okay.

Security environments!
So many guards here.

The cops don’t do anything.
We have to protect us ourselves.

What if Mr. Bozorg asks why
we didn’t bring Kabir?

What should I tell him?

Why didn’t you bring the child

so the old man could hug him a little?

I didn’t want Shirin to hurt the baby.

Don’t be so stingy girl.

You’re an educated girl.
You’re becoming a doctor.

Can’t you see a barren woman

hold your baby for a moment?
- Keep your cool.

We should be glad she agreed to come.

Mom only gets happy for Shahrzad.

- She never cares about Simin and I.
- Homeyra!

I’m not dead yet.
I’ll do anything for you.

Jamshid, please have my back
and put in a good word for me.

Isn’t that Hashem’s car?

All right, let’s go.

- Come on.
- They’ve seen us. Let’s say hello.

You don’t; need to come. Wait here.

Hello Hashem.

- Hello.
- Hello.

How are you?

- Long time no see.
- Hello Hashem.

- Hello.
- How are you?

- Hello. Hello.
- Hi.

- Excuse us.
- Please go ahead.

Please go ahead.

- Go ahead Farhad.
- Please.

- Are you comfortable sir?
- Yes, it’s good.

- Malmal?
- Yes? Please.

Excuse me.

We’re so glad you’re in good health.

There’s an agate ring.

I’ve ordered it myself.

- It’s for celebrating your health.
- Thank you.

Thanks.

It’s a mere nothing sir.

It’s so hard to get a gift.

- There’s nothing in this city you don’t have.
- Come on!

Of course it’s genuine gold of Russia.

It has the picture of Tsar on its back.

- Hope it brings you luck.
- Thank you Jamshid.

Excuse me.

For celebrating your good health,

I wish we could offer you our lives Mr. Bozorg.

What use are our lives to Mr. Bozorg?

Our lives are

no use to Mr. Bozorg.

- It’s a mere nothing.
- Thank you very much.

We’re beholden to you.

Thank you all very much.

- Hashem, if it wasn’t because of your son, I wouldn’t be alive now.
- It was his duty.

Thank you. I would’ve never thought

I would owe my life to Hashem’s son one day.

- I think we’re even now.
- What?

Of course without your nephew Ghobad,

I couldn’t do anything.

- Well said Farhad. Well said!
- Good job Ghobad.

Please sit down.

Help yourselves.

Help yourselves.

- Nosrat?
- Yes sir?

Nosrat is just like Heshmat to me.

I want you to treat him the same way

you used to treat Heshmat.

- At your service Nosrat.
- At your service.

- Your humble servant.
- Thank you sir.

Sit down.

Please help yourselves.

Have some fruits.

- Why don’t you join us?
- Come on.

Come on, we’re bored.

- Please join us.
- Welcome here.

- How is Zabih?
- He’s fine, thank you.

- How are Asad and Rajab?
- Very well, thank you.

- God bless him.
- Help yourselves.

You look beautiful Shahrzad.

- So hale and hearty.
- Touch wood.

- You’re too kind.
- It’s true my.

- You look much prettier.
- Touch wood.

Thank you very much.

My sisters just got to the point.

But that’s not enough.

- They say beauty is skin-deep.
- Touch wood.

You have to excuse me.
I’ll be right back.

- Homeyra?
- Yes?

- You look pretty too.
- Thank you.

Sure.

- Hooshang.
- Homeyra.

What are you doing here?
Why don’t you join the men?

They’ve closed the door.
I can’t enter just like that.

You’re a man as well!
Go join them.

I said they’ve closed the door.

Is that your new excuse?

What excuse? Have toy forgotten the
other time I tried to join them?

Heshmat stopped me.

I’m sure this time his brother will.

I know Mr. Bozorg’s guys

are jealous of me.
- Why should they be jealous of you?

I don’t know . You are a woman.
You should know about these things.

I just know that they hide as soon as they see me.

They can’t tolerate it when
Mr. Bozorg cares about me.

- Mr. Bozorg cares about you?
- Yes.

- Hello Ms. Shirin.
- Good day.

So conceited!

- Hello Ms. Shirin.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Sit here please.
- Are you all right?

- You sit here mother.
- Thank you.

Sit down.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

- Are you all right?
- I’m fine, thank you.

- Farhad?
- Yes dad?

What’s your hurry?

- You could wait and go with your mother.
- I have to go.

Why?

There might be private issues Mr. Bozorg
would like to talk to you about.

I prefer not to be here dad.

Go with God.

- Goodbye dad.
- Take care of yourself.

Thanks.

Excuse me sir.

We were waiting to hear who was behind it.

We’ll give them hell.

- We’ll teach them a lesson.
- We’ll put them through hell.

It’s obvious who was behind it.

Was it Behboudi’s guys?

The heads of the police were
undoubtedly involved as well.

They need to learn their lesson, sir.

We shouldn’t have kept quiet so far.

- Sir, please let us get Behboudi and his guys.
- Keep your cool.

- He means we should give them hell.
- Right on.

No. we won’t do anything.

I don’t want bloodshed.

I want to

make peace with Behboudi.

Make peace, uncle?
But Behboudi has attempted upon your life.

Besides, what about Heshmat’s death?

You heard me.
End of story.

Oh Ms. Shirin!

You look so beautiful.

So pretty.

My sister just got to the point.

But that’s not enough.

They say beauty is skin-deep.

Very nice.

Homeyra.

- Yes?
- What’s so funny?

Nothing.
There must be a mistake.

- Excuse me ladies. Excuse me Ms. Shirin.
- Yes?

Mr. Bozorg said you could come
downstairs to see him with the ladies.

Of course only with Ms. Shahrzad,
her mother and Ms. Marzieh.

- Please.
- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Go ahead please.

Where are you going?
Stay here and serve the guests.

It’s an old saying that,

Beggars can’t be choosers.

- Hello Ms. Shirin.
- Hello.

Please sit down.

- You have to excuse us.
- By your permission sir.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Please have a seat.

Go ahead.

Welcome.

- Come in Shahrzad.
- Welcome beautiful.

- Are you all right?
- How are you Parvin?

How are you?

- How are you Shahrzad?
- Fine, thank you.

- Thank God.
- Are you okay?

I made so many vows for your health.

Hashem knows.

We prayed for you day and night.

There’s no prayer I didn’t say
when you were hospitalized.

Excuse me!

But instead of saying so many prayers for my dad

I wish you prayed for your daughter
so she’d come to her senses.

So she wouldn’t teach Ghobad so many lies.
Such a shame.

- Shirin honey.
- Let me tell them dad.

Until when are they going to flatter you?

He tells me he’s going to the hospital.

But then he ends up in a jewelry shop.

He tells me he’s at the club but it turns out to be a lie.

He says he’s on his way but he
doesn’t arrive even in two hours.

He’s learned it all from this girl.

Before they entered our family,

we never lied to each other.

If they like you so much, they
should leave your son-in-law alone.

- Excuse me Shirin.
- This is not the time Shahrzad.

Yes it is.

I too have always wanted Ghobad,

to be honest with me, you and everybody else.

- But it’s not possible. And it’s obvious why.
- Shahrzad.

- Mr. Bozorg, I’ll leave by your permission.
- No.

You don’t have his permission. Wait.

Why did you eat your words?

Why isn’t it possible?
Because a miserable life in this house,

with a woman who knows nothing about love,

makes any man lie.

I did that so you don’t overstep your limits again.

If the result of all this magnificence

is a selfish pathetic creature like you, I’m so sorry.

Excuse me sir.

- Everybody out.
- By your permission sir.

Goodbye.

- I said everyone!
- I’ll stay with you dad.

Even if they all stay, I don’t want you to.

But you were not there to see, dad.

She was so full of conceit from the beginning
as if I’m not the lady of this house.

Such a shame!

Sometimes I feel so ashamed.

- To have me as your daughter?
- Get out.

- Dad!
- I said get out.

Okay.

- Wait.
- What do you want?

?
Make sure it was the last time you
ordered me in front of the guests.

What nerve! This is not your concern.

I know you talk to the other
maids behind my back.

Serves you well!

I’ve breastfed Shirin when she was an infant.

How do you expect me to let her be your lady?

I’ll reveal your evil intentions Akram.

I didn’t want to come here.
You made me.

Why did you say whatever you wanted?
You embarrassed everyone.

You should go apologized to Mr. Bozorg.

I won’t do that mother.

- They’re just so heartless.
- See?

Excuse me Ms. Shahrzad.
Mr. Bozorg ordered me to drive you.

So much the better. Goodbye.

- Let’s go. Let’s go.
- Let’s go mother.

- Bye Hashem.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

See Hashem?
We’re just so out of luck.

- These things happen in all families.
- I don’t know.

- Let’s go. Mitra is alone.
- Let’s go.

Akram.

My dad had never talked to me like that.

- Never.
- Excuse me my lady.

I don’t mean to meddle in your affairs.

- But it’s Shahrzad behind all this.
- That witch!

It’s the fault of those who
respect her in this house.

Did you see how Malmal served
Shahrzad and her family?

My head!

- It’s exploding.
- Close your eyes ma’am.

- I want to get up.
- Let me help you.

- No. I can do it.
- Ms. Shirin!

- I can do it.
- Okay.

Ms. Shirin, let me help you.

There you go.

There you go.

I get warm here. I get warm.

I don’t want this.

- Don’t go.
- I’ll be right here.

Don’t go.

- Excuse me.
- Yes ma’am?

- Please tell Mr. Ghobad to come home tonight.
- Yes ma’am.

- Hello my lady.
- Hello.

Come here my dear.

Just like when you were a child.

You used to come to this place for the fear of
getting beaten up by Mr. Bozorg.

What are you doing here?

- I came to see if you need anything sir.
- How did you know I’m here?

I knew. Take it easy.

It was not the first time they had a fight.

How do you know all this Nosrat?

Leave it for some other time.
Just keep your cool now.

- No big deal. Two rivals have fought.
- No!

It’s not as simple as that.

I let the wicked woman slap her
in the face in front of everyone.

You get me?

Now she has the right not to want me.

She has the right to leave.
I’m not a man.

If I were a man, I wouldn’t let her slap her
in the face in front of everyone. You get me Nosrat?

- I wouldn’t!
- Don’t do that boy.

You’re too young to be so sad.

Be patient. It’ll be all right.

You’re still young.
You have a long life to live.

You have a lot of opportunities.

Patience is a plaster for all sores.

I’ll have your back

just like Heshmat did.

Nosrat.

I haven’t seen you sleeping much.

Go get some rest.

I will sir.

It’s a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

The sky is cloudy.

I said I’d die without you, not this time.

You said you loved me, I think not,

Time and again, you said “I love you”,

Falling for these empty words I shall not,

Rejected once I’m 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 you’re squeezing in your hand,

It’s a cold world and the sky is cloudy.

It’s 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 you’re squeezing in your hand,

O’ I’m all alone again.

I’m all on my own.

In the Day of Judgment we shall meet again,