Septembers of Shiraz Official

SCRIPT,

 Come on, let's go out!
- No, khanoum,
it's too heavy for you.
- Habibeh, you've been working
since 5 A.M.
I can carry a cake.
- Navid, keep smiling,
you might give me some nephews.
- Khanoum,
please let me take care of it.
- Hello. Hello. Oy! Thank you.
Thank you.
Gather round.
Don't worry, I won't sing.
I promise.
Thank you. Thank you all...
For coming this evening.
I guess the last year
has been...
Challenging.
It's one way to put it.
Very challenging, for all of us.
But, uh...
We're still here,
and we're celebrating.
And we have you
to thank for that, son.
You and that hard head of yours.
I can just hear
your grandfather.
If he were still here,
he would be saying
the same thing about me.
Now you're on your way
to boarding school in the U.S.
I think we told you that
we needed to think about it.
- And I said,
"don't you even dream about it."
- And in the meantime,
he did what any young man
with a good, uh, you know...
Did what I did
when I was your age.
You took matters
into your own hands.
And I couldn't possibly
be more proud.
So... here we are.
Sending parviz off to...
Deerfield academy
in Massachusetts.
Travel safe. Study hard.
- And don't you dare come home
with a cowboy hat.
- L'Chaim.
- L'Chaim!
- Just eight months
since the shah fled Iran,
the ayatollah khomeini
and his islamic revolutionaries
have consolidated power
and transformed the country.
Sharia law now rules the land,
and a rising tide of violence
is now targeting
many of the very groups
that helped
the revolution abound.
Students, socialists,
intellectuals and, indeed,
just about anyone who is not
an islamic fundamentalist.
Revolutionary guards are now
running the city of Tehran.
- Come on, baby, let's go up.
- All that needs
is a match and: Boom!
Oy.
Do you really not feel it?
Or you don't want to?
That we're sitting
on a time bomb.
- You see what that does to you?
It's not good for you.
You get totally wound up.
- Wound up! Our country
is coming apart at the seams!
- Please, Isaac, not again.
- Open your eyes, farnaz!
Take it all in.
Because at some point soon
we're going to need
to leave it all behind.
- Mama, baba! Are you okay?
- We're alright, sweetheart.
- What happened?
- Must've been a bad tube.
- Yeah.
- I, uh... have to...
Finish my packing.
- Okay.
- Good night.
- Good night.
- In a shift away
from its declaration
that the government
would not include
a supreme islamic
clerical ruler,
the ayatollah has claimed
that the guardianship
of islamic jurists--
- habibeh, would you
turn that off, please?
- Yes, khanoum.
- Changes to the newly proposed
constitution--
- we need to talk.
I'll be home for lunch.
- Good. At what time?
- One o'clock.
- Okay.
What about my kiss?
- Bye, baba.
- Bye.
- Lock your door.
Go on, you're gonna be late.
Shirin, your scarf.
How pretty.
- Hmm. Beautiful, harad.
- Thank you, boss.
- Hmm.
Excellent.
No, we're actually
ahead of schedule.
Yes, we'll ship the orders
tomorrow.
Thank you.
Mm-hmm, thank you.
Likewise. A pleasure. Bye.
- Brother amin,
we're here by order
of the revolutionary guards.
You're under arrest, brother.
- May I see your papers?
- Brother, don't concern
yourself with papers.
You're brother amin, correct?
- Yes.
- Then come with us.
Yalla.
- I'm brother mohsen.
Please follow me.
Have a seat.
Not there, the other one.
So...
Brother amin...
What exactly do you do?
- Ahem.
I'm a gemologist,
and a jeweller.
- Hmm.
Our records show that you
travel to Israel quite a bit.
Is that correct?
- Yes.
- What for?
- Well, sir, I have--
- please, call me brother.
- I have family in Israel...
Brother.
There are no laws against
traveling there, are there?
- Brother, are you familiar
with the Mossad?
- I have nothing to do
with government affairs,
neither here
nor in any other country.
I'm a businessman
who happens to be a Jew,
that is all.
- It's not that simple.
Tell me about your wife.
Farnaz amin, right?
Wh-what does she do?
- She's a housewife.
- Really?
Then...
Who is this?
I believe it says here
farnaz amin?
This is not correct?
- She used to write an article
here and there...
- This skating rink was a haven
for sin, you realize,
and this article
is a piece of propaganda for it.
- No, it's not what you think.
She just wrote about
what was going on around her.
Brother...
Please tell me
that she's alright.
- Too many factors
play against you at the moment.
- Hello.
- Farnaz.
- Ah, Navid!
Thank god you called.
I have been trying to reach you.
Where are you?
- It is better if I do not say.
- What do you mean?
I can't find Isaac.
- Isaac...
Has been arrested.
- How do you know?
- From my friend.
He joined the guards
before this.
- But why?
- You think they need a reason?
- Do you know where he is?
- Not yet.
I will call you when I do.
- You have to help me
find your brother.
- They'll try and break him,
farnaz,
and then we'll all be at risk.
I have to go.
- I know...
It smells awful.
It's terrible.
I'm sorry.
My name is mehdi, by the way.
- Isaac.
- So...
How is it outside?
- Outside?
Since when?
How long have you been here?
- Close to eight months now.
- Eight months.
- Just remember,
if they ask you questions,
say the minimum necessary.
- Don't worry,
amin is a good man,
and he will get out.
Praise Allah.
Every pilgrim goes to mecca
his own way.
- Sister?
- I am looking for my husband.
I was wondering if he's here.
- We don't give out
such information.
- Brother, please...
I would like to know
if he's alive.
He didn't come home from work
last night.
- Maybe he had better things
to do.
- I know plenty of men
like that,
but Isaac amin
isn't one of them.
- Who is this?
- I'm a friend.
- Alright, wait here.
- You see, khanoum,
it's good that you brought me.
He liked the idea
of someone like you
would have a friend like me.
- Come in.
- It will be alright.
- Yalla, yalla.
- State your name.
- Vartan sofoyan.
- You know this man.
- I am afraid not.
- Then why the gasp?
- The hood, brother...
It startled me.
- Take him.
Follow me.
You know that man,
vartan sofoyan.
- I said I didn't and I don't.
Brother, I am here looking
for my husband, Isaac amin.
- Sofoyan was good friends
with the royal family.
He played for them
on many occasions.
- I really would like
to find out where my husband is.
- You were once a journalist.
Is that not correct?
- I would not call myself that.
I wrote once in a while.
- A dabbler, then.
- I suppose.
- Only those who can afford
to be dabblers dabble.
Those who have to work, work.
- I could only afford it
thanks to my husband,
who worked very hard.
- Yes, he worked very hard
in amassing his fortune.
- He earned his money honestly.
- Tell me about these articles.
- They were light pieces.
- I'm feeling light
this morning. Indulge me.
- I wrote about foreign places.
- You touted
the virtues of alcohol
and gushed about cathedrals.
Your articles
were pieces of propaganda
for an indecent life.
- Why am I being interrogated?
I am not charged with anything.
Please, brother,
tell me where my husband is.
- It's time you understood,
sister amin,
that the times
when people like you
could demand things from us
are over.
Now...
It is our turn.
Get out.
- Did they say anything to you?
- They asked me
whether I like being a servant.
- What does that have to do
with anything?
You're not letting these people
put ideas into your head,
are you, habibeh?
- No. No, khanoum,
of course not.
- Good.
- But I don't know.
My son says there's a lot
that needs to be set right.
- What? Morteza has become
a revolutionary?
- He has joined the guards.
I didn't want to tell you,
because I thought
you might get upset with me.
But when I listen to him,
he makes a lot of sense.
- What does he say
that makes so much sense?
- He says, "why should
some people live like kings,
and the rest like rats?
And why should the wealthy,
so crazy for the west
and Europe,
decide how the whole country
should dress, talk, live?"
What if we want our mullahs
to rule us and not that Saint?
Morteza told me
he's worshipped in Europe.
I know. Saint-Laurent?
Or something like that.
- Yves Saint-Laurent?
- Yes, that's him.
- He's not a Saint,
he's a designer.
That is his actual name.
- You see, khanoum?
You put me down
every chance you get.
- No, habibeh,
I'm not putting you down,
but you don't know
what you're talking about.
You're just repeating
some nonsense that you heard.
- Khanoum,
you're doing it again.
- Sorry.
Habibeh, you're entitled
to your feelings,
but what I ask of you
is that you don't forget
the friendship that we've shared
for so many years.
- No, khanoum, I don't forget.
But am I a friend to you,
as Mr. sofoyan is to you,
and amin?
You dine all together.
You go to the theatre.
But in 20 years,
I have not even shared table
with you.
- Get used to it.
If they don't say your name,
thank god.
If they do, say a prayer.
He knew his end was near.
- How did he know?
- He just did.
One develops a sense
for these things.
You can smell it
on your interrogator's breath.
You know when he's had enough
to deal with you.
- Your father gave it to me
when parviz was born.
He cut the stone himself.
- Okay,
when were you last wearing it?
- For parviz,
at the farewell party.
- You're going to be late
getting shirin to school.
- Habibeh, have you seen
my sapphire ring?
The one with the small diamonds
around the centre stone?
- I'm afraid not, khanoum.
- It was just here.
It did not walk out on its own.
- I'll keep an eye out for it.
- Thank you.
- Tell me about your brother,
Navid.
- I'm not really
all that close to him.
- Well, it may interest you
to know that he has a new job...
Smuggling vodka
into the country.
Well, if... in fact my brother
is involved
with smuggling vodka,
I have nothing to do with it.
- You know, I like you,
for some reason,
and I want to help you,
but I can't do it alone.
You have to help me.
You think
he'll get away with it?
You and your family
of libertines,
you think
you can protect each other?
- Perhaps there has been
some mistake.
- The mistake, brother,
is yours.
You seem to think
this is some kind of game.
- No, no, no.
- Then you will tell me
where I can find your brother.
- Look, brother,
i am a simple man. I...
My preoccupations are my work,
and my wife, my daughter--
- simple?
I suppose figuring out all
your bank accounts is simple.
I, for one,
had trouble following it all.
I'd say it takes
a pretty sophisticated mind
to carry out
all these transactions.
- Sophisticated in business,
yes, but--
- listen to me, listen to me!
We know everything about you.
What you stock in your pantry!
Even the kind of cognac
your wife likes to drink!
How sad it should come to this.
Here.
Help yourself.
We may be here a long time.
What's the matter?
- I... I need a light.
- Well, then, brother, just ask.
And I'd like the same from you.
When I ask you for something,
I'd like to get it without
too much difficulty. Come.
You can make it stop.
You can make it stop!
- Ah!
- Hello.
- Mama, it's me.
- Parviz.
- I'm just, uh... I'm checking
to see how you are.
- It is so good
to hear your voice.
- And how is shirin doing?
- She's fine.
- And baba?
- He's...
He's still at the office,
working late.
Listen, sweetheart,
would it be alright
if I call you back later?
I am expecting a call.
- Okay, sure.
- We love you.
- I love you, too.
- Good morning, khanoum.
- Good morning.
- Are you alright?
- Yeah...
I'm getting up.
- This practice, khanoum,
will have to stop.
- Oh, I only had one glass.
- One glass or 10,
it makes no difference.
It is illegal now.
- Is that a threat?
- It's just a fact, khanoum.
- The fact
is that this is my house.
And today is Wednesday...
So don't forget
to wash the windows.
- Yes, khanoum.
- Isaac.
- Barton.
Vartan sofoyan.
My god.
Three weeks ago,
you were teaching shirin
to play the violin.
I wish...
All prisoners
go back to your cells.
- Farnaz, please take it easy,
okay? Please!
- Sorry, but nobody's picking up
the phone in this place.
Why is that for?
- Just calm down.
- I don't understand
what's going on.
Talia, what is happening?
What are you doing?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Everything's okay, don't worry.
- Morteza,
what is going on here?
- Nothing, we're just trying
to move the equipment and stones
to a more secure location.
- The stones?
- To protect them
from the revolutionaries.
We think they may want
to seize them.
- Is that so?
- Yes.
- And how do you know?
- Now listen to me,
trust me, okay?
I just want to help you.
Wait, wait, please.
- We would like to go in.
- No, you cannot go in now.
Just leave.
- Where are you taking
everything?
- To a safe place. Now go home.
You must have more important
things to take care of.
- I'm going in.
- No.
You're not going in.
I'm asking you nicely.
Don't let this get nasty.
I'm telling you--
- farnaz!
Farnaz!
Whoa, let me go, let me go.
Farnaz, be careful!
- What is going on here?
Farhanika...
...can you explain this?
- I'm sorry, khanoum,
things have gotten out of hand.
I tried to talk sense into them,
but there was no use.
They said... I was blind
to all the exploitation
that's been going on for years.
- Exploitation?
- They said--
- these people
were all unemployed gypsies
when my husband hired them.
He took them in,
paid for their education.
Is this what you call
exploitation?!
- They weren't exactly gypsies,
khanoum.
They might have lacked
education, but we weren't...
- I'm sorry,
i did not mean it that way,
especially not about you.
It's just that I...
I don't understand.
Why are they doing this?
How can they forget
everything that he did for them?
- That's how it is now.
Sorry, khanoum.
- Have you lost your mind?
This is not fair.
He hasn't had his trial yet.
Farnaz, are you okay?
- Trial?
If you guys think
there's going to be a trial,
you're going to be
very disappointed.
- Morteza...
Why are you doing this?
Was my husband bad to you?
Did he ever refuse you anything?
- You see, khanoum...
...you fail to understand.
I mean that sincerely.
You see,
this isn't just about one man.
It's about a collection of men.
Men who turned their back
on injustice.
Men who profited
from a corrupt regime.
Men who built their villas
and traveled
whenever they wished
to places the likes of us...
Didn't even dare to dream of.
Have you ever thought
about how we lived? Huh?
Why does a country with so much
give so little to the poor?
You never cared.
But that's okay. You know why?
Because god has answered
the prayer of the weak.
God is on the side
of the faithful,
not on the sinners.
God will forever--
- since when
are you so faithful?
Just a couple of years ago,
you would show up
with your tight jeans
and borrow our car to pick up
one of your five girlfriends.
You think that beard
makes you a man of god?!
- Farnaz, come on, let's go.
That's enough.
- And since when is stealing
people's possessions
the call of god?
You are all hypocrites
who have suddenly
come into power
and don't know how to handle it.
- Does anyone...
Remember a time...
When this country
was just?
Generous?
- Cyrus the great.
- We were all equal.
Muslim...
Christian...
Jew...
Didn't matter.
We were a great empire.
- Oh, baba-ji, please.
That's the problem
with this country.
We somehow think we're special,
because once upon a time
we were great.
Darius, Cyrus,
persepolis...
That was 2,500 years ago.
What are we now?
Huh?
Barbarians.
- No...
Not all of us.
You're gonna throw this to them
or get a picture?
- Not yet.
- Take a picture for her.
- Ah! Wait... maybe a pin--
- sorry, sorry, sorry.
- Mama!
What happened here?
- I looked everywhere
for that ring.
It's just not here.
No.
- Look at baba's head.
- Yes, yes.
- And look at you.
You're so beautiful.
- You're so beautiful.
- What's he doing that?
- He's stepping on the glass.
- What for?
- It's to remind us that...
Even in times of great joy,
there is sadness.
That love is fragile.
It can break
if you're not careful.
Shirin-joon...
At some point,
guards will be coming
to search the house.
We have to get rid
of anything
that could look incriminating
to your father.
The same way that you had
to tear the pictures of the shah
from your school books...
...all of this will have to go.
That is your uncle Navid
when he was a little boy.
- Mama?
- Believe it or not...
...september 1958,
when I first met your father
in shiraz.
- "My breath is narrowed down
to one long sigh
for a red mouth that burns
my thoughts like fire."
- Give me that.
- Baba wrote that.
- It is his handwriting.
The words belong to hafiz.
- It's about love?
- Yeah.
- Let me read it.
"My breath is narrowed down
to one long sigh
"for a red mouth that burns
my thoughts like a fire.
"When will that mouth draw near
and make reply
to one whose life
is straitened with desire?"
- Huh?
- It is beautiful!
Look at the kitchen!
- Hmm? You like it?
- Can we afford it?
- Yes.
- Oh... it's beautiful!
It's beautiful!
- Want to see the best part?
- Yes.
- The bedroom. No, I'm kidding.
It's not that, but come on.
Okay. Close your eyes.
Keep... no!
Yeah.
- Oh, a reflecting pool.
- It needs some water.
You always talked about the one
you had growing up. Hmm?
What was it you used to say?
"I could always count
on its simplified beauty."
- Tell the pass code!
Hurry!
Tell the pass code!
Hurry!
We are here
to search your house.
Hurry! Take that.
Move. Take it.
- Shirin. Shirin?
Shirin...
- Radio!
- Shirin.
I have to go check
on my daughter.
- You're not going anywhere.
- I'll be right back.
- I'm sure your daughter
is fine. Sit!
The ring.
Give it to me,
or I'll cut it off.
Give it to me now!
- Mama!
- Where were you?
- I was hungry.
I was in the kitchen.
- Well... now that you are here,
show me where your mother
keeps her jewelry.
Goodbye, sister.
- It's okay.
Everything is gonna be alright,
baby.
- Ramin, eat, yes.
It's okay.
- They already killed my mother.
They really killed my mother.
Bijan yadgar.
Behrooz ghodsi.
Jahanshah soheil.
Isaac amin.
Vartan sofoyan.
Ramin ameri.
- It will be alright.
Isaac, it will be alright.
You will see.
Seventy-two virgins
may be waiting for each of us.
- Isaac!
Isaac! Isaac!
- Move!
- Isaac, please! Isaac, please!
- Your mother is feeling better?
- Much better, khanoum.
- Hold on. Sugar.
- Thank you. Her birthday
was a real celebration.
You should see my nephew,
what a handsome boy
he's becoming.
In a few years, he'll make
a fine husband for shirin.
- And morteza? Was he there?
- No, khanoum, he doesn't come
to these family gatherings.
He thinks
he has better things to do.
- Like looting.
- What?
- He didn't tell you.
He looted Isaac's office.
He and the other employees.
- My morteza?
- I was there, I saw it.
- You misunderstood.
- He said they were moving
the goods somewhere else
for safekeeping,
but I know better.
- You know better?
What is it that you see it
always right?
Is it possible you choose to see
what you want?
- I saw what I saw.
- You saw what you saw.
You're a kind woman,
farnaz-khanoum,
but you're full of scorn.
When I tell you maybe one day
my little nephew will marry
your shirin,
do you think I'm serious?
I say these things as a joke.
I know you will never tell me
how you really feel,
so you say nothing or you smile!
- I am telling you what I saw.
I saw your son
and the other employees
taking jewels, paintings,
tables, chairs!
And when I confronted him,
he said that Isaac had to pay
for the sins
of a whole collection of men.
- He said this?
- Yes.
- Well, maybe amin-agha
should pay.
Maybe it's time someone paid.
- Isaac has never
harmed anybody,
least of all you and your son.
He does not have to pay.
- Why is it that some people
were meant to be served
on hand and foot,
and all others could hope for
was washing toilets?
- You think Isaac
was born a prince?
No, habibeh, the money
didn't fall from the sky.
You work hard, you do well.
- I work hard.
My son works hard.
- And you have come a long way
from where you started.
Do I need to remind you
of the way you lived
when we met you,
you and your snot-nosed son
selling flowers
on a street corner?!
You were so emaciated
that you fainted!
We got out of the car
and Isaac said to me:
"Isn't there something we can do
to help these people?"
And we took you in.
Now, you tell me...
Is this what my husband
has to pay for?
- You say you wanted
to become a poet.
So write me this.
How does a poet...
Become such a rich man?
- Perhaps because the...
The jeweller... and the poet
share the same weakness.
We seek perfection.
- There is no mention
of any friends or acquaintances.
- I'm an introvert by nature,
brother.
I... I enjoy spending time
with my family
or... being alone.
- Then we've brought you
to the right place.
Hear that?
Now talk.
- What do you want me
to tell you?
I... I don't know the answers,
i don't know what to sa--
- tell me about your activities
for the shah!!
And that brother of yours!
Where is he?!
- I swear I don't know.
I swear...
Brother, I swear.
Brother--
- brother Mustafa,
your next man is ready for you.
- Brother, please.
I swear, brother,
i swear to you, I don't know.
Please, brother, please.
- Psst-psst.
- Navid, you scared me.
Did you find out where he is?
- I wish I had more information.
The friend who told me
about Isaac's arrest
tells me that the guards
are after me, too.
- They will get us all
at the end.
- Next month I'm expecting
lots of cash from a transaction.
I will use the cash
to pay the smugglers.
They will take me
over the mountains.
- What transaction?
- I'm importing vodka
from Russia.
- If they catch you...
They will execute you.
- I can't really talk about it.
The less you know, the better.
The only thing is,
i need a bit of cash
to hold me over
until the shipment arrives.
- How much do you need?
- About 10,000.
- Dollars?
- Of course.
- That's a lot of money.
- Please...
If I don't get out of Tehran,
they're bound to catch me.
- On one condition.
If anything happens
to Isaac and I...
You will see to it
that shirin and parviz
are safe and together.
Promise me.
- I promise.
- You can fill in the rest.
- One more thing.
- My god.
My ring.
- I needed collateral
against the money I owed.
I didn't mention it because
i knew I would return it.
So long, farnaz.
Kiss little shirin for me
and, god willing,
I will see you
on some other continent.
Please, you need to leave,
as well.
- Water.
Fresh bandages.
- Thank you.
- Have you cried?
- I can't anymore.
- You'll feel better if you cry.
Mohsen's little boy.
- Why would he bring his child
to a place like this?
- Mohsen is very proud
of his son.
You know?
He himself was in the same
prison for many years,
tortured by savak.
- Do you know why?
- They didn't need a reason.
- So the missing finger...
- That's not the only torture
he underwent.
Let's just say he never thought
he could have a child.
That little boy is a miracle,
a badge of his faith.
He's not a bad man.
You may have trouble
believing that, but he's not.
- The koran?
- Have you ever read it?
You might find it helpful.
You have to believe
that you will make it.
Have faith.
- Hello?
- Mama!
- Sweetheart, how are you?
- I'm great.
Actually, I'm just about to
play baseball with my friends,
but, uh, I was wanting to...
I was wondering
if baba was there.
I wanted to say happy birthday
to him.
- I'm afraid he is not here.
- What do you mean?
Must be close to midnight there.
Mama?
Mama, what's going on?
Mama, wh-where is baba?
- He's been arrested.
- What?
- I went to prison,
but they wouldn't tell me
anything.
- Is he alive?
- I don't know.
I'm so sorry.
We should've left when you did.
- It's okay.
- No, it's not.
- Please, please, mama, shhh.
It's okay, mama.
- I'm so sorry.
I just loved we were here.
- Okay, I'm coming home.
- Nah, nah, nah--
- mama, please!
- You stay in school,
for you're safe.
There's nothing you can do here.
There's nothing I can do.
They will release him
when they realize
that he's done nothing wrong.
And we will get out.
Please promise me
that you will not come back,
that you will stay there.
- Okay, okay, I... I promise.
- I need to leave the line open
in case your uncle calls, okay?
- And what about shirin, huh?
- She's upstairs... asleep.
We are okay.
We will see you very soon.
We love you very much.
- I love you, too.
- Ah!
- What can you say
in your defence?
- What I said before.
That I'm innocent.
I will also say this.
I...
I have followed
the wrong path in life.
I pursued material wealth...
...which in the end,
brought me nothing.
- Nothing?
Look at your villas,
the trips you took,
the cars you drove.
Me, I have nothing.
For two years,
my son wore the same shoes,
because I couldn't buy him
a new pair.
In the end,
i had to cut the front
so his feet could grow.
- Yes, but...
Look at me now.
And look at you.
I sit here before you...
My fate in your hands.
My daughter...
With her closet full of shoes...
Has no idea where her father is.
The power of abu lahab
will perish...
And he will perish.
His wealth and his gains
will not exempt him.
- Very well said, brother.
I see you've been using
your time wisely.
I did the same
when I was in prison.
I read.
They were difficult years,
but...
...the koran,
the koran gave me hope.
You know that I bring my son
here every day?
- That is what I hear going up
and down above my cell?
- I once sat in a chair very
similar to the one you're in.
Now that the tables have turned,
why should I have mercy on you?
- Because I have nothing to do
with the people
who caused you pain.
- Oh, but you do.
You look the other way.
- Yes, you're right about that.
I... I was blind.
I recognize that now.
But, please, brother...
...if you say that you sat
in the same chair as me,
then you must know my fear.
And more than that,
my... despair at...
Never seeing my family again.
- I not only know your fear,
i can smell it.
Afraid I've gotten addicted
to it.
- Than you are...
As much a prisoner today
as I am.
Your mercy may liberate me
from these walls...
...but more than that...
...it will save you
from yourself.
I can change my ways.
I can prove my sincerity.
Perhaps I can...
Sustain the cause
of the revolution
with a generous donation.
- How generous?
- As generous as necessary.
- I've received similar offers
before, brother.
None was satisfactory.
I need a more specific answer.
- Everything.
My entire life savings.
Everything.
I have to go home first.
The bank will need proof
of identification.
- You don't have
your driver's license?
- My wallet was never returned
to me, brother.
- Isaac.
- We don't have much time,
sister.
- My passport, where is it?
- The passports
were confiscated.
They came through here
like thieves.
They took it all.
- I need some identification
for the bank!
You can't keep this place
in order while I'm gone?
- Isaac,
i have your birth certificate.
- I need photo identification!
- There's nothing.
- Brother,
I'm sorry for the delay.
I'm sorry,
th-there must be something.
- Let's go. Back to prison.
- But...
- No, no...
- Brother... brother, please.
- Now.
- They've taken
all my photo identification.
My passport was taken
by your guards
when they came to my house.
Please... please, brother,
take me to the bank.
- And waste my time?!
- Wait!
Wait! Please. Please, please!
They will...
They'll recognize me.
They will.
I've been a client for 20 years.
They will recognize me.
Fariborz jamshidi
is the manager.
He was a teller
when I opened the account.
- I can come with you.
- Stay with shirin. Shirin.
- He appears to be off today.
- No,
I'm sure he's in the office.
- May I help you?
- Fariborz.
It's me, Isaac.
- Isaac?
- I would like to close
all of my accounts today.
All in cash.
- You heard the man, brother.
Now get going.
- Yes... right away.
Follow me.
- So?
- You're free, brother.
My hands are tied
if they come back to you again.
And they will soon.
- Amin-agha! You're free?
- Didn't your friends tell you?
- Uh, it's been a while
since I've seen them,
but I was sure
you would be released.
That's what I kept telling them,
but you know how it is.
- So what are you doing here
now?
- Now? Trying to figure out
what's been taken from you.
You know, I wanted
to keep a record for you.
- I am not a halfwit, morteza.
I know what took place here.
You're a thief.
- Me, a thief?
- Show me this so-called record
you're keeping.
- I was just getting started.
Let's start downstairs, okay?
- I... I am tired.
I don't have the strength
or the taste for any games.
Whatever you stole is yours,
we both know that.
There are no courts
for me to turn to,
but at least have the decency
to look me in the face
and tell me what you are.
The only thing worse
than a criminal is a hypocrite.
- I wouldn't talk this way
if I were you.
You see...
I have a document in my pocket
that could make a lot of trouble
for you.
- And what document is that?
- Oh...
The past has a way of coming
back to haunt us, doesn't it?
- What document?
- Remember this?
Remember? No?
It's okay,
i can read it for you.
"Sale of... one Ruby and diamond
pendant to the empress and..."
Want me to read the attached
note from her majesty?
"Thank you, Mr. amin,
for this impeccable workmanship.
Iran is proud to have
an artisan such as yourself--"
- this is from a long time ago.
This doesn't mean anything.
- This is what made
your reputation.
And then all the women
with cash in their pockets
come running to you after that?
Huh?
Thinking: If he's good enough
for the queen,
ooh,
he must be good enough for me.
This letter is your link
with the shah.
- Give it to me.
Give it to me.
- This piece of paper
is your death certificate.
Why should I give it up, huh?
Oh, you're lucky
i didn't find it sooner.
- You already have
all of the jewels,
and took everything.
What else
could you possibly want?
- I want the diamond.
- What?
- The one you brought back
from antwerp.
It's perfect.
- What if I told you
i donated it?
To the revolutionary guards.
- I don't believe you.
- Do you have a choice?
- You give me that diamond!
- How could you do this?
- You give me that diamond,
or this piece of paper
will be sent to the office
of imam khomeini!
- You listen to me,
you little shit!!
You snitch!!
I am on better terms
with the office of imam khomeini
than you will ever be!!
After all, I am one
of their biggest donors!!
Along with that perfect diamond,
I have given them
my life savings,
so all it would take for me
to get you into trouble
would be a phone call
informing them of all
of the things I would've loved
to have donated to the cause,
if they had not been stolen
by a small-time punk
named morteza!!
Do you understand me?!
Do you understand me?!
- Yes!
- Yes!
- Yes.
- They are my friends now.
- Okay.
- Now you be careful.
You be careful and go!
I fucking raised you!
I can find you.
- Baba-jan!
Baba-jan is here!
Baba-jan!
I missed you so much!
- Mama-agha.
- Salud.
- Dinner ready?
- Soon.
- You shouldn't be watching
junk like that.
- You have your opinions
and I respect them,
but you don't get
to come in here
and tell your mother
how to live.
- I don't?
- No, you don't.
- I do if I want to.
- Don't you dare to stand there
and threaten me like some thug!
If you want to report me,
then just do it!
What is that?
- A letter...
Written from the shah to...
Mr. amin.
- Don't you think
he's been through enough?
- Don't you think
we've been through enough?
- Give me that letter!
- All that oil,
going to everyone
but us iranians!
- Morteza--
- mama...
I-I'm doing this for you.
- Then I'm asking you not to.
- It's because
you've been so cowed,
you don't even know
how to fight for what is yours!
- Who are you?
I don't recognize you anymore.
You're a stranger in my home.
I want you to leave.
Now, morteza.
I want you to leave now...
Before I kill you!
Before I kill you!
- Mother!
- Before I kill you!
- Mother! Mama!
- Before I kill you!
- Mother!
Okay! Okay! Okay!
- Out!
- Okay!
- Boss, in our business,
nothing can be predicted.
Not the weather,
not the guards
that patrol the borders,
not the encounters
with snakes or wars.
You will need god by your side
throughout this adventure.
- I've called on god many times
already this year.
- Well, bring god along
if he makes you feel better,
but you have to pay a fare.
- You can have them checked.
Together they are worth
about 150,000.
- Yeah.
- Can we leave now?
- Tomorrow at dawn.
Eat a good meal. Rest up.
You're going to need
your energy.
- Stop eating. You have to wait.
What are you looking for?
- Do we have any wine?
- It is from passover.
- That will do.
- I should have waited.
Maybe if he'd fallen asleep,
i could've taken the letter.
I am so sorry.
- Habibeh, it's not your fault.
- Did he say where he was going?
- No.
- Doesn't matter now.
We're leaving tomorrow.
We were just going to sit
for dinner.
Why don't you join us?
- Please?
- L'Chaim.
- Salamati.
- Please.
- They're not as good as yours.
- The whole time I was there,
i thought of you.
And parviz.
Your mother.
I talked to you.
I embraced you.
I lived with you.
I'm going to a desert island
and I can only bring one.
Parvez.
I was reading this
the day we met.
- I know.
- I saw vartan sofoyan...
In prison.
- So did I...
...when I went to look for you.
- We were there.
We ended up in the same block.
I got to know him.
They killed him.
- I am so sorry.
- Me, too.
- This is what
we've been looking for.
He escaped custody
just yesterday.
- Yes, sir.
I was in the old office building
when he came back
looking for diamonds
he kept in a safe.
My guess is that he was planning
to leave the country.
- I'll pass this along
to the proper authorities.
So tell me, where are the rest
of the jewels?
You're under arrest, brother.
- This is for good luck.
- This is the key
to Isaac's desk drawer.
It is where you will find
the deed to the house.
It's yours now.
- Go.
- Close your eyes.
- Yes?
Yes, yes!
Oh.
- This just came in.
- Farnaz.
: They've seen us.
- Shit.
Hang on.
- Go, go, go!
- They're coming after us.
- Shirin, get down. Get down!
I'm not going back to prison.
Hang on.
Shirin?
- Just stay down.
Stay down.
- Okay, go.
Around the corner.
- Baba.
- Come on.
What was that all about?
- They were asking
for directions.
- They were not locals.
They were sent here from Tehran
to maintain order.
- Come.
We have to hide.
- Get in.
- Okay, okay, go, go, go!
Get in.
Okay, go.
Okay, go, go, go.
- We'll get you five miles
from the mountains,
then we'll take you
by horseback and foot
over the turkish border.
- Suspect's name is amin!
Go, go, go, go!
- Everybody out!
Go!
Come, come.
Get down! Down! Go!
- Don't move!
Brother kerabi!
Mansoor-agha!
- Yeah.
- Salaam aleikum.
- Aleikum salaam.
- Shit.
- They have orders
to take you in.
- What?
- Patch me through
to brother mohsen.
- Yes.
- I have the suspect.
- We are clear.
We can go now.
This is the border.
You're free!
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