01x15 - Episode 15

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In the name of God the

compassionate the merciful.

Luscinia [HEZAR DASTAN]

by Ali Hatami

Jamshid Mashayekhi

Ezzatollah Entezami

Davood Rashidi

Ali Nasirian

Mohammad Ali Keshavarz

Jafar Vaali

Hossein Gil

Zahra Hatami

Shahla Mirbakhtiar

Jamshid Layegh

Esmail Mehrabi

Parviz Pourhosseini

Mohammad Moti

Ataollah Zahed

Hooshang Beheshti

Late Mohammad Taghi Kahnamoui

Late Kheirollah Tafreshi-azad

Late Esmail Mohammadi

Jahangir Forouhar

Roghieh Chehreh-azad

Minoo Abrishami

Mehdi Vadadian

Afsar Asadi

Mansour Valamagham

Manouchehr Azari

Reza Abdi

Farhang Mehrparvar

Soroush Khalili

Nematollah Gorji

Saeed Amir-soleimani

Mohammad Varshoee

Jahangir Almasi

Asghar Hemmat

Hossein Hatami

Esfandiar Mavandadi

Edited by: Abbas Ganjavi, Ali Hatami

Audio and video editor: Hassan Hassan-doust

Sound and mix: Roubik Mansouri

Music by: Morteza Hannaneh

Directors of photography: Mehrdad Fakhimi,
Maziar Parto

Production manager: Mohammad Mehdi Dadgou

Distributed by: Channel 1 of Islamic
Republic of Iran Broadcasting 1978-1987

Written and directed by: Ali Hatami

Antiseptic soap, anti-sweat foot powder,

skin smoothing cream...

mouth freshener and other necessary

things mentioned in that note.

My prescriptions smell of

mint and not medicines.

I write them myself.

I hope you can read my handwriting.

I read the handwritings
of the best doctors.

Your worst handwriting would be

those of junior doctors.

The kitchen staff is actually fed up

with my handwritten orders.

Hello.

Speaking of handwritings,

you are a professional in this art.

And he is an expert in reading

the worst ones.

The question is; Does he too enjoy fine

handwriting as he has always been...

dealing with scribbles and is used to

reading poor handwriting?

I wonder whether those scribbles have made

him interested in nice handwritings or not?

I shall leave this matter to the experts.

Excuse me.

In fact it's the discoverer of these

prescription secrets who takes priority.

Human beings are believed to be innately

good. Human nature cannot be evil.

You had a contrary opinion the other time.

You said pharmacists are used to

seeing deaths.

There was another question you

asked the other day.

You asked if I could deal with

my own child's death.

Can you take the answer?

The story of my children's death

and not my child's.

I can't really tolerate that.

But tell me if it eases your pain.

Perhaps it helps me come to my senses.

Pharmacy closed from



Every summer in July when school holidays

began, my wife went to Mashhad...

with my kids for an annual family visit.

I had to both tolerate the hot weather of

Tehran and stay away from my children.

Endemic diseases.

There were outbreaks of

hematemesis and diarrhea.

I was in charge of preparing medicines.

Nobody to take my place for 10-15 days.

Last summer, from the force of habit,

my wife and children went on a trip.

At the beginning of august, rumor had it

that Russians had attacked Mashhad.

I telegraphed my wife and asked her to

come back to Tehran with the kids.

For a few days there had been a hectic

situation in the telegraph center.

Soon I was informed that Mashhad

was occupied by Russians.

My wife sent me a telegraph and asked

me to go to Mashhad immediately.

I hardly got a permit to travel.

The roads were occupied by foreign forces

that were on their way to Tehran.

The roads were not good signs

of a pleasant journey.

r*pe, burnt trees and violent as*ault

were everywhere.

When I reached my wife, for the first time

I failed to see my kids under her wings.

They were hospitalized due to

severe mumps.

The night allied powers entered,

a few of the hospital staff...

robbed the hospital of its equipments

due to the chaos.

Our kids had disappeared together

A couple of days later, the lost

hospital equipments were found.

Within a folding bed, I found my kids

who had suffocated and died.

Nahid and Nayer.

Poor kids died when hugging each other.

My dear ones had been left

within stolen folding beds.

My parents-in-law did not agree to let

me look after my bedridden wife.

They decided to take care of

their daughter themselves.

Now I am left with a quiet house.

Municipality.

It is that old Luscinia behind all this.

The Englishmen's spy,

Master Mozaffar?

He can take into service anyone of these

people and make them dedicated to himself.

After fully possessing these power-seekers,

he leads them on for a while...

and then in a suitable time,

he has them slaughtered.

Those attracted by the devil are

forever possessed.

This old wizard has cast a

spell on all types of men.

From medicine men and scholars to

hooligans and gangsters.

And no magic potion could ever

break the spell.

He has everything under control.

Destroying him cannot be harder

than picking a leaf off a tree.

He shall be finished with a light

breeze when his autumn comes.

I have my doubts.

I am disappointed and frightened

of this superhuman power.

On his decision, Qolam is hanged in the

sky and inspector, buried in the ground.

So are Shabun, the bookbinder,

Everybody!

Murderers, victims and plaintiffs.

He can be defeated even if he is

The Great Satan.

You said that the clergy has agreed to

the death of this invulnerable devil.

We need to find the right time

and person.

How about right now?

There is no time to waste.

He could be ruined with these old hands.

As Seyed Ebrahim says; The volunteer

must be qualified enough.

You mean these skillful hands do not

deserve to commit a m*rder?

This is not about a m*rder.

Hands that practice God's commands

can never be guilty. They must be rewarded.

When the medulla oblongata is

damaged and the neck bone breaks...

- May nobody ever go through that.

- Amen.

All body cavities are expanded,

contrary to what seems to be happening.

That is how people die with the song of

the morning breeze when get hanged.

- That hurt.

- What happened?

Please elaborate on it from a

scientific standpoint.

Yes. I have to say that...

As for the appearance,
there was nothing but

popped out eyes and a dangling tongue...

out of the mouth.

Something similar to choking.

Yes. I have to say that...

Of course this is totally different from

choking on poisonous mine gases...

or drowning.

Doctor will talk about different types of

choking based on scientific principles.

Well, I have to say that...

Go ahead doctor. I really like to know

how people die when get hanged.

Your business is flourishing today

Why didn't you come to

watch the execution?

I don't have the heart to see such things.

In any case, your business is

flourishing because of him today.

- He died proudly.

- It was worth watching.

Indeed served as an example for others.

The inspector built up quite a

reputation after k*lling Shabun.

After he got k*lled by Qolam,

he actually became legend.

But as soon as Qolam was hanged,

he was no longer the talk of the town.

In a while, people will remember neither

Shabun nor the six-fingered inspector.

All they will remember is Qolam

getting hanged in that square.

Did you see that sir?

Unfortunately yes.

Don't say that.

It was really worth watching.

Of course you, artists are softhearted.

But that won't make us,

ordinary people stonehearted.

More interesting than
execution by guillotine.

I love street execution.

Struggling with death while you

know this body is not yours.

Hey! Open the door.

Quick.

Please go in.

- Open up. Quick.

- Hold on.

Go ahead.

Go ahead. Hello sir.

The key to room 112. He is tired.

Be quick.

Thank you.

Here you are.

The path of love, unavoidable,

Making sacrifices, inevitable.

Writing this book which may be the last

work of this sinful man...

led him to a thoughtful fellow,

Seyed Morteza Nazar.

A samovar seller who became

a samovar maker.

Seyed Morteza was put in prison before

August 1941 for quarreling
with the police...

after having his
mother unveiled by them.

Morteza meets Seyed Ebrahim behind bars.

These men only fear God and no one else.

I have set my hopes on them.

Of course I haven't been lucky

enough to meet Seyed Ebrahim yet.

But I have met up with Morteza for a couple

of times regarding the stamp I made...

for his handmade samovar.

I told him about my intention for

k*lling Luscinia when he said:

"We need permission for
that." it seems that

he tends to inform Seyed Ebrahim about it.

Whatever will be, will be.

Reza is restless. I was definitely the last

victim of the secret
society of punishment...

as I am responsible for writing down

Of course Reza will be alive

until he is done writing.

However, the next moment

is not predictable.

Unless Reza's time comes sooner.

Till you grant my wish,

I won't give up my demand.

I will reach the Soul of Souls,

or be buried in this land.

Farewell.

Reza.

The best relief for you is having

some excitement.

- A little fun in the city.

- I am fed up. Fed up and restless.

I can neither have fun nor rest.

Rely on me.

Even if I fail to stand
on my feet, I prefer my

boring bed to the shoulders of a stranger.

These are the shoulders of a big shot.

Dealing with weakness can be more

enjoyable than begging for strength.

The rabbit's weakness makes the snake

even hungrier. I am extremely cunning.

I tend to throw you out of Paradise,

Adam's son.

Paradise could be anywhere but

Grand Hotel.

Then come to Paradise with me.

Master Mozaffar.

Hello sir.

- Hello.

- Let me kiss your hand.

No, please.

Hello sir.

I was worried about you Master.

I am glad you are looking better.

You are a respectable man,

but you confuse me.

One time you are hale and hearty.

Another time you are
depressed and restless.

I have to say that Grand Hotel has

never had a guest like you.

You are both good and bad-tempered.

You really confuse me.

I am both good and evil.

An evil good or a good evil.

- Where are you headed Master?

- Paradise Garden in Shemiran.

Hello? This is Qodsi.

Who is this?

- Hello Mr. Prime Minister.

What made you remember me?

It is nothing unfortunate I hope.

- I'd like to speak with Master Mozaffar.

- He is in a meeting with top students.

Get him on the phone.

He is talking to the girls who are

going abroad. I will get him for you.

Master? It is the prime minister.

I have run out of sleeping pills.

I fail to get a wink of sleep.

Send some for me.

I went to Sa'd Abad

early this morning.

Are you still speaking as

a prime minister?

I'd like for you to tell me

where I am standing.

- You should've resigned.

- I did.

- And I brought up too many excuses.

- He did not agree?

He needs your approval.

He told me to hand my

It is no business of him to say

such a thing.

Is it you or somebody else who

needs to deal with him?

- Resign!

- I do not dare.

Just resign, period.

Lately he's even has started

lifting a hand against others.

The daughter-in-law in my family, the top

student who was going to continue her...

education in Sorbonne at Mozaffar

Institutes expense...

fell for the glory of our mansion

and our power.

The students traveled abroad but

not the brokenhearted lover.

I failed to wear a wedding tuxedo

as I was down on my luck.

I had a son who suffered

from tuberculosis.

He was the permanent patient of

a hospital in Switzerland.

The girl was blinded by the son's

youth and the father's power.

The marriage contract was signed in

Tehran in the sick groom's absence.

With my daughter-in-law, I started a

journey to my son's hospital.

I had him taken to a love chamber

from the hospital.

Physicians had the grief-stricken

groom back on his hospital bed.

The groomless bride was headed

back to Tehran in our company.

It is a pity that softness was the

only nice thing about those hands.

A lake of temptation they were.

Attracted to deceitful appearances.

The one who could wash these

dirty hands clean, joined Luscinia...

and became a popular face due to the

reputation of this ugly creature.

- The bill please.

Sorry, I failed to recognize you.

Something bothering you?

No!

Just do your job.

. Hey boy.

. Yes?

Get me a carriage.

Carriage?

Come take my suitcase.

Hurry up.

Quick.

Master Khoshnevis, there is something

Go ahead. Don't beat about the bush.

I am in a hurry.

Your expenses will be covered by

Master Mozaffar.

I need his permission for charging you.

I shall inform him about this

at once with your permission.

You do not have my permission.

I was not invited here by him. And I do

not need his permission for leaving.

He may be everybody's master

but not mine.

You should mind your words.

Are you the manager of Grand Hotel

or Master Mozaffafls secretary?

The hotel manager does not

Of course your position as an artist can

change things. People
feel closer to artists.

I would like to know what has

caused you to leave the hotel?

A personal problem or the

negligence of the hotel staff.

None! Do your job.

This headache is k*lling me.

Saridon!

Magical pills.

Take two tablets with a
glass of cold water.

Pleas get some rest till
I take care of the bill.

It is only a bill.

What is the big deal?

I cannot sit down.

I shall keep walking here.

Your hurry has totally confused me.

Are all artists so impatient?

You hypocrite!

You have no right to talk about artists.

How many owners does this

small piece of land have?

To hell with you all!

Hypocrites!

You have no hearts.

Muslims!

This is a land of pagans.

On whom can I set my hopes on?

Not a familiar face among these

devils in disguise.

Not a helping a hand!

No man younger than this

old creature?

I would rather die than live

this miserable life.

I am neither a prophet

nor a pretender.

I am Reza, the huntsman.

Alas!

No deer ever dodged my b*llet.

Now I shall hunt a hog.

This narcotic will help you relax.

I am the cure myself.

I do not need a cure.

You will calm down in no time

Goodbye.

He is injected with the drug

as you ordered.

The patient is in peace.

You have to excuse me.

Soon I shall know if this hand will

practice calligraphy or take revenge.

Dark coffee.

An afternoon nap.

The transition between night and day.

The conflict between good and evil.

The only difference is that

during the day...

some people are good and

some others are evil.

I shall be evil!

You can get back to sleep Master.

You are the one who specifies

the time of day and not the sun.

Khoshnevis who intended

to destroy Luscinia...

died after falling from Grand Hotel

building due to neurasthenia and vertigo...

before putting Luscinia to death.

The job which was not done by Reza today,

was accomplished by Morteza tomorrow.

Luscinia, that invulnerable devil was

lifeless for the Lord is the most powerful.