01x04 - Episode 4

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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

Previously on Luscinia...

First census of Tehran.

Quazarian Jewelry Shop gets robbed.

The robbery is investigated by the police.

Amin Aqdas gives Master Mozaffar

a call.

The chief of police is

summoned by Master.

The police chief interrogates Grand Hotel

staff to keep up appearances.

The chief gives the urgent order of

locating the stolen piece of jewelry.

The six-fingered inspector is

appointed to investigate the case.

The inspector fails to return

the stolen jewelry.

A second plan was made in order

to steal the stolen jewelry
from the princess...

in the opening of the movie Lor Girl.

A fight was raised inside the

movie theater between the police and the
outlaws...

including Shabun and the six-fingered

inspector in order to
steal the stolen jewelry.

The inspector meets Master Mozaffar

with the intention of returning...

the stolen jewelry to Amin Aqdas.

The police make another mistake

regarding this matter.

The six-fingered inspector suspects

his scoundrel accomplice.

Sergeant Rajabi confesses to secretly

stealing the piece of jewelry.

Master Golbahar and Master

Mozaffar have a friendly meeting...

with the aim of recording

music in Mumbai.

The inspector succeeds to find a clue

regarding the complicated case.

Amin Aqdas informs Master Mozaffar

that the stolen jewelry is found.

Master is pleased to find her young

daughter-in-law overjoyed.

What a hectic situation!

Out of the area!

This is Grand Hotel for God's sake.

I can't read it.

Let me show it to someone.

Hey! What's written here?

You can't read?

I can't read or write.

Please read this manifesto.

- Read it loudly. I'm hard of hearing.

- Sure.

Thank you.

Dear Iranians. Thousands of

Germans are in your territory.

They have been given important

positions in industry and agriculture.

They are just waiting for Hitler's order

to loot your main sources of finance.

Embassy of Germany has provided

them with all kinds of facilities.

They each are on a particular mission

at the moment.

We are well aware of the chaos

in Iraq with Germans behind it.

Undoubtedly, they intend to do

the same in Iran.

A similar situation could be seen in

many small countries in Europe...

before getting defeated by Germany.

We are determined to drive the

Germans out of your country.

If not driven out by Iranians,

Great Britain and Russia will take action.

Our forces are irresistible.

We are in no quarrel with you.

We shall harm neither your country

nor your lives.

Our only purpose is to drive out

the wicked Germans.

Their intention is nothing but turning

your country to a b*ttlefield.

Cooperate with us and we shall

combine forces...

now and forever.

Army commander of Great Britain.

Commander of Red Fire.

Get out of the area.

Out of the way!

Disperse!

Clean up the area.

- Hello sir.

- Hello. Ls Master Mozaffar available?

Yes sir. This way please.

Here is a manifesto by allied powers.

Master must be aware of this.

Let me see.

Nothing's happened.

Take it easy. It's okay.

Stop crying. Take him inside.

Rise.

Why did you break the vase?

Have some cigarettes sir.

I'm taking it so you won't

offer it to anyone.

Yes sir.

You are always aware of things

in advance.

Pack your things.

They are coming.

Where should I go?

I am the marked officer of the

police headquarters.

There have been people who

had narrow escapes.

Mashhad, August 1941.

[Reports on the radio]

God, to you I put my trust in.

They say it's a great movie.

Movie theaters are closed as

allied powers are in the country.

The city is taken by Russians.

Excuse me officer.

This car has been parked in front of

Mr. Khoshnevis's house since this morning.

All right.

I will take care of it.

Hot potato!

Hot potato!

They say the car has been parked

here since this morning.

Hot potato!

Looking for an address?

Coming.

Coming!

How can I help you?

Is your husband home?

Master Khoshnevis?

Hello.

How are you?

Name?

Reza.

- Father's name?

- Mostafa.

- Last name?

- Khoshnevis.

- Occupation?

- Calligrapher.

- Born in?

- Tehran.

- Resident of?

- Mashhad.

So that cloak is the reason of

all the chaos.

You are under arrest.

What for?

Keep in your stupid mind

not to ask questions.

You will be ex*cuted by sh**ting

if the contrary of your nonsense is proved.

Stupid old dog!

You are already under interrogation.

This is actually a mobile court.

Who is that wicked woman

pretending to faint at the door?

Darling?

Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.

Just answer my question.

She is my wife.

- Her name?

- Ghamar Banou.

- Last name?

- Jalal al-Molki.

Who else lives here except

the two of you?

Nobody.

- Do you spend time with your neighbors?

- Perhaps my wife does.

Do not answer my questions with

"Perhaps". Just "yes" or "no".

Yes sir.

Darling?

Darling?

You want me to shut your mouth?

Stand up.

No excuse will be accepted.

Here is your first interrogation paper.

Sign it.

Can I ask for something?

My first and last request.

Let me see my wife.

Why did you start it if you

love your wife so much?

I did not start anything.

We will come to know in the

police headquarters in Tehran.

I would make all these walls

talk if I was not too tired.

Get some rest.

We can give you food and

a place to sleep.

Maybe you change your mind

by the morning.

You are at the wrong place. I swear to

God I had never been arrested before.

Let me tell you something

about your wife.

Please leave that respectable

old woman alone.

This is her praying scarf.

Is she dead?

She is on the floor downstairs.

Just like a stinky c*ck in a toilet.

Please let me see her.

She must be interrogated first.

You will be imprisoned in

your room tonight.

With your hands released of course.

I am being quite nice to you.

Of course after I search the room.

Be careful with my papers.

Don't be afraid. I usually do not

start the t*rture so quickly.

Torturing makes prisoners

fearless and thick-skinned.

Too much fat!

Where is your weapon?

Cold weapons or firearms.

No difference.

I only have a pen sharpener.

It is in the box.

So it was the pen sharpener you

pulled out those innocent eyes with.

Excuse me sir. Sorry to say this but

I suffer from frequent urination.

I have to go to the toilet repeatedly

for emptying my bladder.

Your ancestors used silver vases

and crystal decanter for that.

It was Qajars who first put

flowers in vases.

You shall use a pottery vase for

that purpose Your Highness.

It's a precious gift.

Made by the hands of an Iranian artist.

Alas!

I will never make such a mistake.

This pottery vase is a work of art sir.

You must get used to the taste of urine.

That is what you drink behind bars.

If I were in your shoes, I would

begin with my own urine.

At least it tastes better.

Rice and beans.

Sorry if you are not well-served.

In the Name of God.

Dear Mr. Inspector,

The purpose of writing this letter,

as previously mentioned
under interrogation...

is stating the innocence of

my husband, Mirza Reza Khoshnevis.

With no crimes committed, he shall not

get punished or the punisher will be...

considered as an enemy to

God and His prophet.

A few pieces of jewelry are

offered to thee as a gift.

I hope there will be no punishment

considered for this act
as this is not bribery.

Please have some sugar cubes

and sweeten your mouth.

Sweet sugar cubes!

A sun!

A heart-shaped pendant

decorated with ruby.

Flowered chain!

Puckered chain!

Flat earrings.

That's all?

No pound sterling or gold coins?

They are sitting on a treasure in

this damned place.

Old people are money-skinned.

I will skin him.

Open this door you filthy hypocrite.

I shall not allow a wicked jerk like you

to be alone with my wife in my house...

as long as I'm breathing.

You think all people are like you,

you evil hypocrite?

To hell with your damn government.

Who do you think you are

dealing with mister?

Until when?

Not anymore!

I shall die respectfully.

I will no longer let you.

No!

I have had enough.

You shameless charlatan!

Come k*ll us.

Come and hang us.

I shall no longer let you despise me.

My patience has run out.

You dirty-mouthed jerk!

I am ready.

Come on you phony imposter!

Come on.

[Saying prayers.]

Well! It's empty-

This one is empty too.

Nothing here.

Where is it?

That's it.

These are all papers and books.

I want his paper money.

Shall I prepare your bed?

How can I sleep well in that bed?

We used to share the same body.

Now we do not fit in the same bed.

I will cover myself with my scarf.

And I am not used to sleeping on pillows.

It is not the pillow, darling.

It is that we no longer feel

safe in this place.

You can sleep anywhere when

you feel heavy-eyed.

Lie down and rest your eyes.

How can I rest my eyes when

I am wide awake in my sleep?

- Is he asleep?

- I wish he dies in sleep.

- Did he have dinner?

- Like a hungry wolf.

Did he have a g*n?

He was aggravated.

He must be carrying something.

I wish he was a military man rather

than an undercover inspector.

It is less fearful when they are

not in disguise. Cruel world!

Humans are scared of humans.

He looks more like a jinn.

He is six-fingered.

I thought jinn are scared of

the name of God.

I had just started writing the letter G.

Last work!

I wonder if I lit the cigarette mistakenly.

I'm afraid doing calligraphy

has been banned.

Banning has become a tradition

in this country.

We did not hear anything on

the radio about this.

However, we heard about w*r.

I am afraid the newly crowned king

has banned the art of calligraphy.

Death passes on all.

Even the hero was finally hanged.

That fearless fighter.

It was his call anyway.

I have no right to get my hands

on an endowed property.

If it was my life, I would ask that

wicked physician to end it...

by injecting air into my vein.

What masterminds! Murderers who use

air, this source of life to take lives.

These are the alchemists who

make copper out of gold.

I am too old to k*ll or be cut off

at the prime of life.

I neither had a father like

Ishmael nor a son like him.

However, Abraham and Ishmael

both shared the same body with me.

I then said: "Abraham!"

Sacrifice your son,

"Ishmael for the time has come."

I sacrificed on this altar.

These papers are full of writings in the

blood of Ishmael, the son I never had.

It is to be regretted that no sheep

was given for sacrifice.

Pens came from canebrakes.

My good old reed.

Beautifully it sounded itself. Only the

breath was mine and not the melodies.

I kept blowing the reed and writing.

Skills not valued at long last,

The naked truth it is.

This cheap merchandise of mine,

Where to sell it?

Praise the Lord!

Corrupted this land has become.

I got it! It must be in here.

Yes!

What? Spoiled bread?

Let me search under it.

Seeking humility, rejecting wealth,

I never made a future, not even close.

I was a calligrapher.

I did calligraphy.

What did you do my lady?

Cleaning, sewing, cooking.

I made verjuice in summer

and pomegranate paste in winter.

And you did it all for my sake.

- You wept all sour grapes of a vineyard.

- Verjuice was the cure for your arthritis.

And all sour oranges of an orangery.

Sour orange was good for your headaches.

- And a pomegranate orchard.

- Fesenjun was your favorite dish.

- Sol must've had walnuts as well.

- Thank God you have tasted everything.

You are not a greedy man.

You have had everything in your life.

[singing]

You are the man of the house.

I gave you everything.

SO did I.

May God protect you for me.

Now I am even afraid of my own shadow.

Come closer.

During the last few years, we were

mostly neighbors and not spouses.

I wish we had some tea.

The stupid inspector has locked

the door on us.

Mother always had dry tea with her.

She used to soften it with her saliva

while she worked during the day.

She always had tea like that.

When she was gone,

all blessings disappeared.

Mother was a blessed woman.

She was different from us.

The household, except for us and our

servants were our permanent guests...

who would be found in guest rooms

and specially the dining room.

Colorful rice platters, bowls of stews,

pitchers of yogurt drink and sherbet.

Such colorful foods!

However, the guests never had an appetite.

Even the gluttons did not have

time to eat with greed.

They only touched the food, tasted

a small part of it and then wasted it.

Then the servants would come.

What a meaningful name they had!

Servant!

They were the ones who ruled in that

house, not us.

They held the real celebration.

Servants would come. Servants who

created such colorful foods sat together.

Men, women, child servants,

carriage drivers, gardeners and cooks.

Platters, bowls and pitchers were

passed and handed over.

Bon appétit for these foods are the

fruit of your own labor.

We are the parasites and spongers,

not you.

Whenever my father got off the carriage,

he was welcomed by fresh air.

It was as if he passed through a glass

corridor all the way to the house.

His clothes were never dusty.

I wish my father too could whiten

the air by shaking flour off him...

like the worker who carried

flour to the bakery.

If my father was a bricklayer

like the other worker...

I would decorate his hod with mirrors.

Then it would be more beautiful than

all halls decorated with mirror.

But it is to be regretted
that my father, who

inherited his father's wealth was jobless.

His illness and pain gave you

the allowance to enter our house.

The presence of Reza, the distressed

man who was sent to our
place by my father's...

calligraphy master, gave my heart

a fever though he was never of no use to my
dad.

I always wished to see my dad sweating

heavily next to a furnace like bakers.

However, father enjoyed the pool,

shades, chilled scented sweetbrier water...

and soft thin sheets.

Child servants were holding wicker fans,

people inside, chattering.

We used to play with water in the

fountain pool.

White bathing-gowns,

good sleep and relaxation.

My father's hands were as soft

as my playmates'.

Tailor! Make me a garment in which

I neither have to be folded arms...

nor touching my hips.

Now that you fail to do that,

we shall try two styles.

One for welcoming.

Forever your humble servant Master.

And one for summoning servants.

Come here you wicked creatures!

- At your service Master.

- My wish is your command.

Waiting for your order Master.

Banou!

I remember I used to be called

"Master" in this lunatic asylum.

I am afraid you have made

me wear women's clothing, tailor.

Ghamar Banou!

This is going too far!

Every person pictures an image of himself.

Back then, I pictured myself in the

figure of a refractory white horse...

that would not welcome her suitors.

I attempted to join the servants.

I was rejected.

They said my hands were too soft.

They never let me sweep the floor,

grind food, prepare beds or spin fire.

There was no alternative but to wait for my

future husband in my father's house.

My suitors were:

Mohtazer al-Dowleh, Malek al-Tofaleh,

Nefrat al-Molk and Qayat al-Saltaneh.

In fact I preferred to be a spinster

rather than a rival wife.

People on earth are greatly blessed.

However, no blessing could be

better than a sick husband...

who is neither a master nor a servant.

A sick man in power, devoted to no one.

Someone who will be authorized in time.

Now the groom is aware of all

the bride's secrets.

A bride with no guest, feast or music band.

The groom has no kith and kin either.

I am everyone, a guest and a bridesmaid.

And I have dyed the bride with henna.

You have a visitor.

Leave that innocent old man

alone Inspector.

He cannot tolerate disrespect.

I am afraid you will finally k*ll him.

It is a sin to work for such a cruel

government.

The kitchen is the best place for

interrogation.

It's stuffy in here!

And there's the smell of leftovers.

That is what stimulates the mind

to choose the t*rture tool.

Blood sauce.

The salinity of wounds.

Grinding the prisoner's brain.

Everything available!

Skewers. Chopping-knives.

An oven, oil and fire!

Great variety of things!

Thank God we have everything here.

A place, tools and a prisoner.

So you have good oil at home?

Yes.

It is in the pitcher.

Scrambled eggs!

All the more welcome at midnight.

We have eggs too.

I will heat the oil and see

what I can find to fry.

We are professional people.

Even when it comes to torturing.

Can I go to the toilet?

Hold it till we arrive in Tehran.

There is no alternative.

- It hurts.

- I gave you the pottery vase.

You could use that.

That is a shame!

I need to have a book of reports

on your interrogations.

We both are already behind with it.

Write down and make a confession.



The later it finishes,

the hotter the oil will be.