01x10 - Episode 10

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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 Tavassoli

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.
- Hello general. How are you?

- Why out there in the streets?
- I'll explain sir.

I asked for this untimely meeting

due to some security considerations.

It appears that there are walls with ears
everywhere in this city but out in the streets.

Of course, Lalezar Street is
not a very safe place.

Thanks to you and your colleagues.

Even your sarcastic remarks
are pleasing to me sir.

Your shoulders don't get
painful under so many stars?

I owe this promotion to you sir.

And unlike some of my colleagues

I never bite the hand that feeds me.

Of course, I'm aware that my responsibilities
are getting tougher these days.

So much hostility and envy!

- All from those phony flatterers.
- Yes.

To make a long story short

I have to tell you that

- Following Aslan Topchi's story
- This story does not seem to be ending!

- Hello sir. Welcome here.
- Hello.

- Why didn't you say you're coming?
- How are you?

- Go clean that table.
- Yes sir. Please.

When I was young, I used to come to his father
with my friends and have roasted liver.

Good old days.
Have a seat.

God bless you.

We owe everything we have to
you as my father said.

Please have a seat sir.

Hey boy! Bring Mr. Bozorg and
his friend a special tray.

This is foolproof.

A wedding ceremony.

And you're the host.

A celebration in your house.

Who would take revenge?
in a situation like that?

- Take revenge from a filthy big shot!
- Well!

So, what will be left there Teymouri?

I no longer want to hear the phrase
following Aslan Topchi's story.

That's what I've been trying for, sir.

To make it short

There's an informer among your people
who reports on you to your rival?

- Rival?
- I'm sure nobody could beat you.

But after the coup

a courtier who's been close to
His Majesty's sister

and harmed by Mosaddegh

has started acting up again.

Who? Behboudi?

You should see what a fortune he's
made during the past few months.

He's been bribing everyone.

He gave me an offer as well.

Of course, I have no reason
to leave your side.

You mean Behboudi has put an
informer among my people?

Yes.

Someone who reports on you
directly to Behboudi.

He's witnessed that on the night
Aslan got m*rder*d

you left the ceremony earlier.

Of course, there is other evidence as well.

They were just looking for a pretext.

Behboudi takes the opportunity.

Rival competition!

- Did I upset you sir?
- No. No.

I don't want anyone to know about this.

No worries, sir.

Excuse me sir.

Where is my father?

Nurse! My father, Jamshid Saadat
was on this bed. Where is he?

Don't worry. Doctor visited him earlier.
He's been transferred to the ward.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Hello.

Anybody here?

Yes?

- Hello.
- Hello.

Are you alone?

- Don't you get bored here alone?
- They usually stay till late at night.

Its Thursday. They left earlier.

I'm at your service.

Thank you.

This is for you.

A little snack.

I just hope you like it.

It's a mere nothing.

Wow! It seems that you're a good cook.

I made the pickle too.

You didn't have to do this, miss.

I'm just a peasant girl.

But I know how to appreciate generosity.

The poems I'd written were not poems at all.

- Just nonsense.
- Don't say that, miss.

But you were kind enough to
made some changes in them

and published them in your
journal next to serious ones.

Yes. I can see you've bought them all.

You could leave a few for others.

If Mr. Arshad knows, he'll keep publishing
your poems to keep the sales up.

I know I got carried away.

I overreact in the first day.

And now I'm ahead of myself.

You too would be overjoyed
if you were in my shoes.

Your poems are published
in a famous magazine.

Wouldn't that make you happy?

Your poems were good
enough to get published.

- Not without the changes you made in them.
- I just edited them.

Everything gets edited here.

I hope this hasn't offended you.

Of course not. I'm happy about it.
They're finally published!

- Please hold this for a moment.
- Sure.

This one too.

I've written some more.

Nonsense but they've come
from the heart, you know.

Give an inch and he'll take a mile!
That's my story.

Don't say that.

Keep them. You can make any
changes you want in them.

- I give you full powers.
- This darkness of your separation in my eyes.

Come back to me and brighten up my world.

- Well?
- Well?

- Hello and welcome. What would you like to have?
- Hello.

- I don't know, a tea.
- Sure.

- And a cake.
- Sure.

I'll have a dark coffee.

- Anything else?
- No thanks.

Coffee is the enemy of sleep.

It kills the sleep right when
you swallow it down.

Then why are you drinking it
at this time of day?

I have an article to finish tonight.

- Sorry I'm just sticking to you like this.
- Don't say that, miss.

You come here a lot?

I used to.

To be honest

- this is my first time in a cafe.
- Seriously?

Well, these places are too
good for people like me.

I'm afraid people start blabbering

if they see us here together.

I'm worried about your reputation.

For gossipers and blubberers

anything could have a bad meaning.

Parvin, the poet has a very
beautiful poem about this.

- Parvin Etemadi?
- So, you know her.

- A little.
- Good to hear.

Dark dark ashes left of her,

Parvin, the star of this merry-go-round,

Saw nothing but bitter days,

But sweet words were all she said,

The writer of all those poems,

Has departed this life today.

Friends shall remember her,

And brighten up her heart,

I can't remember the rest.

A pair of buried eyes.

A body under the ground,

This shall serve as a lesson,

to truth seekers and believers.

No matter where you are headed,

This shall be the last destination.

Bravo.

You know this poem by heart
even better than me.

The truth is that your poems

somehow resemble Ms. Etesami's in
simplicity and plainness.

Not even close!

Don't underestimate yourself.

Self confidence

is the first thing a poet must have.

Instead of self confidence

I have a disabled father and a pair of
knitting needles with which I make ends meet.

I've been writing poems since I was a child but
I was always too shy to read them to people.

One day I took the risk and thought

maybe someone tells me to give up.

To just quit writing.

Then I came to your press office.

If I'm wasting my time now, just say it.

I'll go and won't even look over my shoulder.

Don't be afraid.

I won't argue with you

like I argued with that friend of yours.

He had a sharp tongue, you know.

But you...

What?

- Never mind.
- Thank you.

Look here.

Just like you mentioned in the first day,
your poems are full of spirits.

The only problem is the meter.

And that's nothing you cannot learn.

It could only be a little more
committed to our troubled time.

- More committed?
- More connected to the time.

To these troubled and chaotic days.

The reader shouldn't
think that the poet

is hiding in his/her shell writing poems.

Listen to this poem by Nima Yushij.

My house is cloudy,

The entire earth is cloudy,

From the top of the mountain pass, shattered and drunk
Whirls the heavy wind,

Destroying all on earth,
Including my senses.

O� piper who has lost the road entranced by the melody of the flute,
Where are you?

In this poem, there is love,
enthusiasm, commitment,

and the atmosphere of our time.

Later when people read this poem

they will know about Nima's
time and his pains.

This is how a poem should be.

We cannot count on our historians.

But maybe art and literature can pass a more realistic
image of our generation to future generations.

And what use is this real image to them?

They may not make the same mistakes we made.

Maybe.

Drink your tea.

Wait.

Your father-in-law is out of danger.
Why are you so down?

I'm fine.

You're still thinking about
Jamshid's daughter.

Because she humiliated you.

If I want to get out of here in a way
that Mr. Bozorg wouldn't find out

what should I do?

You want to go to the hospital.

But I don't think you should.

But if you insist, you can go with me.

You can go with me.

I'm going to pay Jamshid a visit.

- Right now?
- Yeah.

We can go and return together.

We just shouldn't let

Shirin find out about it.

Mr. Bozorg is in a meeting.

We should come back soon.

- Where are you going?
- I'm going to get my raincoat.

- Why do you say that?
- Did you see the dress I made?

No, I didn't.

It looks like a baby monsters dress.

It's okay.
You were worried about your dad.

- Its fine.
- I don't like tailoring at all.

Look how beautiful yours is.

- It's so cute!
- It's a little loose here.

Mitra, check that out.

- Oh my God.
- Go say hello to him.

What are you talking about?
Come on, hold my hand tight.

- Stay with me.
- Hello Miss Mitra.

Hello. How are you?

-
- Mitra whispered hello too.
- Simin.

Your father left a message that
he'd come home later tonight.

- I went to your place to deliver his message.
- Aha!

You mean Mitra's father

- couldn't call home and say that himself?
- Simin!

The phone in the shop was out of order.

I mean the dialer is broken.

And your phone!

Busy all the time.

- Okay. Ill deliver your message. Let's go.
- Excuse me.

- Don't do that.
- Don't?

Okay do it.

But no!

I don't understand what you're saying.

Excuse me.
I have to go to the hospital to see my dad.

- Bye.
- Simin!

Mr. Asghari, Mitra is the pick of the
bunch in our tailoring class.

Not because she's, my friend.
Have you seen this?

Sheds made it herself.

Sheds so talented. Bye.

Goodbye.

- Excuse me Miss Mitra.
- Mr. Asghari!

- Not here in the street.
- Just wanted you to tell you this.

Show me the guy and I'll give him hell.

I'll show him who he's dealing with.

- What guy?
- I didn't tell you? I thought I did.

The guy who's harassed you.

It's a crowded city.

A lady like you shouldn't walk alone in the streets.

God knows what can happen
to you without me.

No Mr. Asghari!

- Nobody dares to harass Hashem's daughter.
- True.

Besides, you have a lot of
works to do in the shop.

What would my dad and Farad?
say if they found out about this?

They're so busy

that they'll never find out about these things.

It's only the evenings when you go
home from your tailoring class.

Just suppose Asghari is your humble servant.

Hems your sl*ve.

Your plodder!

Cut it out Mr. Asghari. It's a shame.

- My dad says a man should have pride.
- Yes.

- And placidity.
- That's right.

So, by your permission

from tomorrow, I'll walk you home

with pride from your tailoring class.

Accidentally of course.
If you don't mind.

By the way!

Have a bite.

- Sorry.
- No thank you. Bye.

Hot nuts!

- Hello.
- Hello ma'am.

Are you all right Mr. Saadat?

Not that bad.

You should be glad you're out of danger.

You'll be discharged in a few days.

We'll be at your service if you need anything.

Just a moment. Simin?

Give her these.

- It's too much, thank you.
- You can share it with your colleagues.

- Here.
- Thank you.

- You're welcome.
- Excuse me.

Thank you.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Welcome.
- How are you?

- Hello.
- Hello Heshmat.

- Welcome.
- Hello.

- Welcome.
- Are you all, right?

- Hello.
- Hello Ghobad.

- Thanks for coming.
- Are you all, right?

- How are you?
- Hi.

- Feeling better?
- Yes, thank you.

Sorry I came empty-handed. I bought flowers
but they didn't let me bring them in.

I had to take them back to the car.

Thank you.

- Thanks.
- The dust like stuff is not good for patients.

Mr. Bozorg sent his regards.
He said he made a donation for you.

He wanted to make sure you don't need anything.

Please let us know if there's anything we can do.

- Thank you.
- Thanks to him.

- God bless him.
- Thank you.

What are those dark circles under your eyes?

You have them too.
I've been keeping an eye on my dad. What about you?

- My mind was troubled. I don't know.
- Why?

- It's like they haven't seen each other for a hundred years.
- Yes!

Doctor, let me have a word
with my brother-in-law too.

Believe me Heshmat!
I always talk about Ghobad at work.

- I keep talking about him.
- Yes.

But what's the use?
He keeps ignoring me.

He�s right.

You know what Ghobad?

I always tell him that he's
the older brother-in-law.

He is the one who should break the ice.

I've taken leave for a few days

to take care of things in the restaurant
in Jamshid's absence.

- You can join me there Ghobad.
- Yes.

Two is better than one after all.

- And to think it's someone like you!
- Really.

We can even make some
changes in the decoration.

We can make a family lodge
or something like that.

Forget it.

- I'm going to work tomorrow.
- Jamshid!

If you're worried about the
leave I'm taking, it's totally fine.

He�s right dad.

All right, we should be going now.

We just came to ask after your health
and deliver Mr. Bozorg message.

- Thank you.
- Ghobad?

- Thanks for coming.
- Sure.

- You made us delighted.
- Please sit down.

I'll wait for you in the car.
Goodbye.

I'll go back to the club by myself.

- But we had a deal.
- I'll go back.

Okay. Okay.
Goodbye everyone.

- Thanks for coming.
- Goodbye.

Ghobad.

You should take Shahrzad home.

She hasn't slept last night.

That's obvious.

- Who's staying with dad then?
- You don't need to worry about that honey.

- One of us will stay.
- She's right.

Sasan!

Here Shahrzad.

None of you needs to stay.

I'm fine.

Go get some rest.

Hope you get back on your feet soon.

- Bye for now.
- Thanks for coming.

- Goodbye.
- Bye.

Did you forgive me dad?

Go get some rest dear.

Where are you going?

Home.

If you're not staying tonight,
I prefer to go to my dad's.

I won't feel so lonely there.

So, you have feelings for me too.

And you miss me when I'm not around.

Last night in front of everyone,
you talked to me in a way that

I thought it's all different.

Last night I wasn't feeling so good.

For a thousand reasons.

- Sorry Ghobad.
- It's okay.

You have the right to say anything to me.

But Shirin!

I wish you knew her better.

Sometimes, I feel pity for her like a brother.

We've grown up with each other after all.

Damn the one who made us marry each other.

You didn't have to do that.

Could you resist marrying me?

Anyway!

We both have been victims.

That's why you have to treat me,
your legal wife like this.

All those followers of Mr. Bozorg,

Hashem, your dad, Heshmat,

There's nobody who dares to disobey Mr. Bozorg.

Nobody!

Because anyone who goes against
him is already a dead guy.

End of story.

Bozorg has his own special rules.

If you're on his side, you're in heaven.

If you're against him, you're in hell.

I wish they open the schools soon.

I can't make that happen now.
Ask me something I can do.

Buy me some ice cream then.

- Oh darling!
- Can you do that?

Anything for you.

My baby has a craving for ice cream.

Shahrzad said; O� prince.
There was in ages long gone before,

a King called Shahriman.

He was lord of many troops but
he was stricken in years

without having been blessed with a son.

This preyed upon his mind and disquieted him.

So that he complained thereof to one
of his Wazirs, saying;

"Verily I fear lest my kingdom be lost when I die,
for that I have no son to succeed me."

As regards,

King Shahriman, he remained seated on his
throne all through the day until sundown.

Then he took the Minister apart and said to him;

"Know thou, O Wazir, that thou and
thou only west the cause of all this

that hath come to pass between me and my son,

by the advice thou west pleased to devise.

So, what dost thou counsel me to do now?

Answered he: O� King,

Leave thy son Kamar Al-Zaman
in limbo for the space of fifteen days.

Then summon him to thy presence

and bid him wed and assuredly
he shall not gainsay thee again.

And Shahrzad perceived the dawn of day
and ceased saying her permitted say.

- What are you doing here alone?
- My master, I have something for you.

For me?

Have some honesty.

We go to college everyday but
the professors don't show up.

Have some tea.

- Thank you Mehri.
- You're welcome.

- Thanks.
- Thank you Mehri.

Drink it hot.

Of course, our professors ask about you a lot.

Believe me.

There's no one to question them now.

Anyway, you're greatly missed.

You're not missing anything though.
It's just a chaotic situation.

Forget the college dude!

What matters is that you can write.

What's that you're saying Babak?

Don't listen to him Farad.

It's all about making progress.

If you could write a letter to the rector?

Don't listen to her Farhad.

- Succeed at what cost?
- Failure at what cost?

Can't you see? After the coup everybody
is thinking about themselves.

My father says one should only be concerned
about his own future in this situation.

- Maryam.
- Yes?

- Only concerned about his own future?
- Yes.

Maryam! I'm beginning to doubt that
you're not staying with me for good.

See Farhad? He�s just waiting for an
opportunity to make drama.

If you sell me out to the role of Desdemona

- Ill cut your head off.
- Stop it.

Then you can hang it above the college gates
to serve it as an example to others

so, they wouldn't fall for them
fiancés and get into theater.

- So, you don't like it here now, huh?
- No!

But you're much more interested than me.

Farhad! Ask her who has put wallpapers of Gorky,
Shakespeare and Abdo Hossein Nooshin on her walls

instead of my pictures!
Ask her.

I'll put your pictures too when I have them.

Poor Abdolhossein Nooshin!

He got ruined by politics and partisanship.

Farhad.

Theater and politics cannot be separated.

A creative person can be creative anywhere.

Now he's somewhere in Moscow

editing a copy of Shahnameh.

Yes. But it seems that a lot of those
who escaped are having hard times?

- Really?
- Yes.

I've heard some of them have been deported to Siberia.

Poor guys are stuck between the
devil and the deep blue sea.

Babak, there's a lady named Roya
here to see Mr. Damavandi.

- Send her in.
- Sure.

- Who's Roya?
- Well!

Isn't she the same sweet decent?
poet who came to our office

and made a scene?
- That was smart.

- Can you explain why she's here?
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Nice to see you.

I'd never even seen a theatrical performance,
let alone the backstage.

It's interesting!

- Beautiful dress.
- Thank you.

I was about to forget.
I came here to invite you guys to dinner.

It's gonna be the four of us.

Very nice.
Glad to meet you.

we'll go change our clothes.

Careful!

Squeeze it.

You see Aghdas?

They're washing all their things in my house.

Hey! You're making the place dirty.

Do it gently dear.

It's okay.

- What happened mother?
- Nothing dear.

Squeeze those.

Ashraf, stay away from the edge.

I told you not to make the place dirty.

Stop it Mehri.

She's not doing anything wrong.
It's just water!

It's just water and soap.
Why all the fuss?

- See?
- Somebody gets the door.

One of you.

Hold this. Careful!

- Wait. Careful!
- Sorry.

They're people's clothes!

- Why are you here with that leg?
- Mother!

Akram is here.

- Hello.
- Hello Akram.

- Its good news Masoumeh.
- Yes.

It's been long sister.

- Hello.
- Hello my dear. Welcome.

Honey, why did you leave so unexpectedly?
We got worried about you.

It just happened.
Didn't anyone bring you money?

Yes. God bless him.

But we didn't know if we
should trust him or not.

I gave half of the money to Mehri.

- And the other half to your addicted dad.
- He�s not making a scene today.

He didn't have anything to smoke.
So, he took some of that rubbish.

He passes out every time he
takes the damn thing.

Do you still go to school?

- No sister.
- It costs us dear.

Besides, she helps me wash those clothes.
I can't do it singlehandedly.

- Poor thing.
- It's okay.

- It hurts, doesn't it?
- I've gotten used to it.

Rub some of this on it. Mr. Bozorg
daughter uses it. Her hands are so soft.

Thank you.

Stop it.

- Thank you.
- Take this money for the kid's school.

And don't let him know.

I won't let you work for people as soon as
I start doing a little better.

And you'll have an operation
on your leg and get well.

Thank you.

God bless you dear.

- By the way! Where is it?
- What?

- Look what I've brought! Take these out of here.
- Take it.

- Put that away dear.
- Don't touch it.

- It was in Mr. Bozorg house.
- What's that?

They didn't want it. So, I brought it here.

Look.

Press this.

- It's one of those things that create sounds.
- A radio.

Don't touch it.

- Where's the sound then?
- the lamp must get warm a little first.

- I feel so wealthy sister.
- What's wealthy?

It means rich.

Don't touch it.

What's going on here?

My daughter has brought a radio.

You can't even pay your rents.
How could you afford a radio?

Come on Mehri!

My daughter works her fingers to
the bone all day long.

She�s saved her money and
bought this for the kids.

I hope so!

All right. Turn it down.
You're disturbing the neighbors.

And don't forget what you
have put me through!

- Well, well!
- So, you finally showed up.

- Hello my lady. How are you?
- We've been waiting for you for an hour.

The kohl kept running down my face.

It must be fake then.

No! Aunt has made in herself.

So, it's either the kohl or the aunt that's fake.

- Very funny! Why are you so ahead of yourself?
- No special reason.

Where is this girl?

- My maid?
- Yeah.

Why do you ask?

She's not around to do your works.
You're singlehanded.

- I let her pay her family a visit.
- You did the right thing.

- When did uncle arrive?
- It's been long.

Dad wants to know where you've
gone from the club this evening.

I went to a hospital.

I wasn't feeling so good.

I thought I'd caught a cold.
So, I went to get an injection before the party.

- To feel better you know.
- Oh, you look pale poor thing!

The doctor said I would get confined
to bed if I didn't go on time.

Ghobad.

Cut it out.

You're a born twister.

No, I'm not.

There's no way you can ever fool me.

How come you don't even have a
prescription after catching a cold?

I don't know.

The doctor said it's a new one.

- He said I'd only sniff.
- Look.

I'm saying this for your own good.

Die for someone who cares for you.

Tomorrow, as soon as this
woman gives birth to her baby

she'll leave you and won't even
look over her shoulder.

She wants you now that she needs you.

She'll turn to a witch tomorrow.

I know these women so well.

Who wanted to die for her anyway?

Now you're talking.

You are Ghobad, a nobleman.
You belong to a noble family.

Who are they?
A bunch of bumpkins.

Where's your head Ghobad?
Get a move on.

Zabih, Asad, Rajab, myself, Hashem, Jamshid
and of course, Colonel Teymouri.

- You forgot Ghobad.
- Don't say that sir.

Ghobad is your own flesh and blood.

No! It's none of those.

Of course, we've been watching
Rajab, Asad and Zabih.

They're so dedicated to you
they cannot be informers.

And Colonel Teymouri puts
you in the picture himself.

So, there will be Hashem and Jamshid left.

Not at all!
I have absolute trust in them.

Whoever this informer is,

he's a jack-on-both-sides.

We have to find him eventually.

- Go tell Ghobad and Shirin to hurry.
- Yes sir.

- I don't want us to be late.
- Yes sir.

- Hello.
- Hello.

How are you?

Are you all, right?

- Hello. How are you?
- Hello.

Please have a seat.

- I don't see you in the club these days.
- I've been busy.

Get daddy's money and come to the club.

Help yourselves please.

- Thank you.
- No thanks.

What's that look on your face?
We're not in a funeral!

What's wrong with me?

I just don't feel like talking.

You're in the mood only a few seconds.

What are you thinking about?
Don't think. Just say it.

You.

Me what?

I'm thinking about your tall body, your long hair,
your black eyes and your beauty.

I'm thinking about your good manners,
decency and your good education.

- A lot of things.
- Liar.

You were thinking about her!

No! I was thinking of you.

I know I'm tall, beautiful and all that.

But it's that ugly witch who
keeps talking about education.

- Quit it Shirin.
- I won't.

You start thinking about that peasant girl
every time you get a chance.

Don't try to fool me Ghobad.
I can see through you.

Where are you going?

I'll get out of your sight so
you wouldn't be disgusted.

I'm sorry.

How interesting!

What?

- What's interesting?
- Nothing. Sorry.

You just said interesting to me.

I didn't say that to you.

It's just about your resemblance to an old friend.

You're making it even more complicated.

Mr?

Oh, sorry I didn't introduce myself.

I'm Homayoun Mohtadi.

Medicine dropout from University of Oxford.

- Where is Oxford?
- Can I sit down?

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Oxford is a city near London.

I had to come back to Iran when my father
started suffering from a serious illness.

Soon I found myself staying here.

- I'm sorry for your father's illness.
- That's okay. I'm fine.

Sorry I started a conversation so quickly.
I didn't mean anything.

That's fine.

As I just told you

there's a strange resemblance between
you and a friend I had in London.

I hadn't heard from her

since I came back to Iran.

Until

Never mind.

I don't want to upset you with my sad memories.

But meeting you accidentally here

with so much resemblance�!

The same beauty.

Even more.

You should give me the right
to get tongue-tied.

Tonight, the music has been chosen
according to your taste sir.

Colonel knew that you didn't like the
new up-and-coming music much.

I don't like any up-and-coming things.

Never mind. I was saying.

Mr. Prime Minister is quite
willing to meet you.

Of course, his point was that

in the current situation

that a bunch of intellectuals have speared a rumor

that the return of His Majesty was
a set up and had been pre-arranged

this meeting must be postponed a little.

Mr. Zahedi!

Apparently, he likes to forget

that who started this show

apart from his foreign friends� help.

Who let those th*gs in the streets?

so that he could get his position back?

He is beholden to you.

And he's totally aware of that.

I mentioned that just in case.

Besides, as for that thing

which we talked about

Did you find any clue or not?

- We will. We will find a clue.
- Yes, you will.

Excuse me. Please!
I'll be back.

There's no hope in the
fat lady I told you about.

But there's hope in you.

You may not believe it.

Are you okay uncle?
Everything all right?

- Yes.
- Can I have a word with you?

I'm listening.

You know these people.

They just talk nonsense.

Not that I want to oppose you or anything.

As for what you said about
seeing Shahrzad once a week

I have no problem.

I'm just saying what people would think.

What could be our problem to them?

Why should we check on a pregnant?
woman only once a week?

I'm afraid they put the blame on Shirin.

I don't want anyone to talk
behind her back.

If you had any mettle to show

you wouldn't let her laugh with
a stranger man so loudly.

- We should go.
- All right. See you.

It was nice to meet you.

- You shouldn't smoke, doctor.
- Okay, I won't.

Excuse me.

- Something wrong?
- Not really.

See you.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Sina Hospital?

Mrs. Divansalar, yes Mrs. Saadat,

I'll hold.

Hi Shahrzad.

How are you darling?

I wanted to tell you that I'll pick you up at midnight.
we'll go home.

Yes, I'll leave this place somehow.

No. No. I'll come for sure.

See you then.

Love you. Bye.

Where are you going?

- Did I wake you up honey?
- I said, where are you going?

Should I let you know even when
I go to the bathroom?

You go to the bathroom in a suit?

You've been dating in bathrooms lately?

- I was tired. I fell asleep like this.
- Liar! I've been watching you.

You were not tired at all.
And you didn't get a wink of sleep.

You were waiting for me to
fall asleep so you could go.

You can't fool me Ghobad.

I'm Bozorg's daughter.
I have four eyes.

Come to bed or I'll have to
wake my dad up.

A yellow autumn, a cold winter,

A narrow jail cell, a beautiful wound,

A gloomy Friday evening, these strange barriers,

A world of questions, you left me with.

A world of lies, a world of sunsets,

A hurting pain, a sharp blade,

A sick heart and a deep sigh,

A world of impossible, you left me with.

Where are you, my friend? Where exactly are you?

Where are you without me?

Where are you, my friend? Where exactly are you?

Where are you without me?

I feel all alone in this world.

Where are you, my darling?

Come look me in the eye.

Do not turn your back at me.

Heaven forbids,

Look what your eyes have done to mine.

I've searched everywhere,

Where are you, my darling?

Let me pour my blood in your veins.

Come back to me,

Come change my world,

Come heal my wounds,

Where are you, my darling? Where exactly are you?

Where are you without me?

Where are you, my darling? Where exactly are you?

Where are you without me?