Original subtitles

In the Name of God.

[ambient night sound]

[cinematic music]

Hi! I was born on March 19th at 10:30 pm. [voiceover]

On a cold snowy night when a biting wind was blowing.

It was a special night and, by coincidence, it was the Moon in Scorpio.

It was the year of the cat, which repeats every 12 years in the Zodiac cycle.

I was named Jahangir.

Having cut my umbilical cord and getting paid, the stout birthing specialist left.

Unaware of the fact that it was the eve of the year of the cat.

[door opening, woman screaming]

[tense music]

[door closing]

All that was left from the rotund midwife, was a pile of bones.

[ambient night sound]

The world's longevity record holder, aged 134, lived in our neighborhood.

He was a lively old man nicknamed Noah. [cinematic music]

As everyone believed, after living so long, it was extremely unlikely that he'd die.

[making silly noises]

Wow! Mr Noah!

My sweet son!

May you be always in excellent health!

Meet my child.

My Jahan!

Blow onto his face so he'll live as long as you.

Please.

[blowing, cinematic music]

Thank you. Many thanks!

My sweet Jahan! Daddy loves you so much! [singing, joyful music]

The world's longevity record holder...

[groaning]

[infant laughing]

Died!

The whole neighborhood believed that the newly born baby was sinister.

They made the atmosphere so tense that, a few years later...

My family and I had to move to another city.

The name of that city was Picha.

[cinematic music]

We arrived in a bigger city and began our new

life in the mansion of an Indian merchant.

I'll tell you stories about this house and its people later on.

Let's get back to my life's years of the cat.

I've always wanted to be famous since childhood.

I jumped down!

[kid screaming]

[breaking sound]

And I was badly hurt.

[woman screaming]

Our neighbor's unlucky wife had a miscarriage at the sight of the crash.

That year was the year of the cat, too.

[cinematic music]

Another sad thing happened the same year.

I went and turned the wet air cooler up to the top speed.

[loud bang]

[screaming]

It must be really unlucky for a thief...

That someone happens to turn on the wet air cooler, while he's busy stealing its motor.

Anyway, anywhere there was a trace of me a handful of people died unexpectedly.

[match noises]

At the age of 24, when my third cat year was going by...

I took the first puff on my life's first cigarette.

Which resulted in the death of twelve people.

[screaming]

[blowing]

♪ You broke my heart 'cause I couldn't dance.

♪ [Do You Love Me Song by The Contours]

My father died on one of my birthdays and my mother passed away a few months later.

It was the year of the cat, again.

Now I'm 36 and this year is the year of the cat, too.

♪ Do you love me? (I can really move.) ♪

♪ Do you love me? (I'm in the groove.) ♪

♪ Now do you love me? ♪

♪ (Do you love me now that I can dance?) ♪

♪ Watch me, now. ♪ ♪ (Work, work.) ah, work it out baby. ♪

Try to keep your distance from me in years of the cat.

This is not a threat but a chance.

It's a humanitarian message.

♪ Now I can mash potatoes. ♪ ♪ (I can mash potatoes.) ♪

The Year of the Cat. Directed by Mostafa Taghizadeh. Produced by Saeid Khani.

[cinematic music]

Everyday, a fawn wakes up in the jungle.

Knowing that it must run faster than lions so as not to be hunted.

Likewise, a lion wakes up knowing that it must run faster than the fawns...

If it doesn't want to stay hungry.

Either a lion or a fawn, it makes no difference.

Always be ready to run with all your strength.

[cinematic music]

Stop!

Stop!

Sorry, I might have been mistaken.

[cinematic music]

Thank you for the chador and cane.

Give me your number, will you?

[door closing]

[door opening]

[cinematic music]

[smooching]

My little darlings! [birds noises]

I love you all!

[gasp]

You eat it, huh?

Have you heard that cats have seven lives? [voiceover]

I've seen it.

This cat doesn't leave me alone.

I tried to kill him several times, but he has no intention of dying.

[cinematic music]

I'm not going to kill you this simple.

I have plans for you.

[cinematic music]

[cat screaming, man groaning]

[cinematic music]

Here is the end of the line.

Say hello to death.

[breathing]

No, I should come a little closer.

I'd rather come nearer. This way I can blow you to bits!

Maybe a bit closer, huh?

It's better now.

Here is good.

You're about to suffer such a...

[shouting]

[gunshot]

I had an explosive bullet. I could've knock you off.

But I'm the negotiating kind.

So don't appear in my life again, for God's sake!

Don't come to see me again!

[cinematic music]

[door closing]

[tense music]

How did he get out of the gunny sack?

I'm sure I saw the road sign that read 'Picha, 700km'.

[thud]

Anyway.

I just wanted to ask him how he travelled all the way home to arrive sooner than me.

[birds noises]

Let's talk like two men.

You ate my cockatiel.

I'm bereaved because of you.

Let's make a deal.

Hey man, you'll go somewhere and live your life. I'll leave you in peace.

As for me, I'll keep living my life, but promise to leave me in peace.

Agreed?

Agreed! [cat speaking]

-Can you talk? -Yes!

I beg you not to talk in front of Misha or she'll have a stroke and will die.

Okay!

Oh, you're good at English, too!

If I go on the street and tell a passerby that I have an English-speaking cat,

Then I ask him to come to meet you, what will he think?

Wouldn't he think I have something bad on my mind?

[cinematic music]

This lady is Misha, my wife.

Daughter of an Indian father and an Iranian mother.

My first encounter with Misha was back in our childhood.

In the Indian merchant's house.

After we moved out of our home town.

My dad was employed as a cleaner in the Indian merchant's house.

Where another cleaner worked as well.

The two cleaners were on bad terms with each other from the get-go.

[cinematic indian music playing]

The first cleaner had a daughter. This is her, Misha.

Misha had two cousins named Shahbaz and

Behrouz. They'll be introduced to you later.

Misha and I grew up into teenagers and fell in love with each other.

[cinematic indian music playing]

We put a big effort into convincing our

fathers not to drag their quarrels at work...

Into the life of a would-be couple and let us get married.

[cinematic music]

[slap]

[parrot noises]

We had trouble with our wedding ceremony, too.

Misha's dad insisted on holding the ceremony the Indian way.

While my dad was insistent that the wedding should be held Iranian-style...

Or else forget it!

Anyway, the Indian merchant mediated between them, and it was agreed that...

The wedding's style would be half Iranian, half Indian.

[happy music playing, clapping]

He made a mistake, what he did was illegal.

Don't drink it!

[clapping, wedding music]

Excuse me a moment. I'll be back.

-How do I look? -Great!

-Take control of the party. -Okay.

We shouldn't fall behind these Indians.

- In full swing, set fire to it! - No worries.

[whistling]

[wedding music, clapping]

[claps]

[indian music]

[flames sound]

Come here!

They're outperforming us.

I told you to set fire to the party, but they're doing it.

-Do something! -Come forward, guys!

[flames roaring]

[screaming]

[fighting]

A letter arrived for the Indian merchant from Mumbai.

It was from his teenage years' lover for whom he left Iran for India forever.

[dramatic music]

[smooching sound]

[dramatic music]

[engine noises]

His house was left in the care of Misha's father and my dad.

And we weren't allowed to put even a nail on sale.

Our fathers passed away, and Misha and I continued

living there along with Misha's Iranian mother.

[radio noises]

[laughing]

You wretch!

[don't watch these stuff]

-Huh? -Shut up!

Go fetch me a cup of tea!

Get busy with your hair rollers!

I wish I'd gone blind instead of having a son-in-law like you!

[laughing]

I hate your gaudy look and your silly mole. Clear off!

Look.

You'd better stop getting on my nerves.

Before I make you pay!

Shut your gob and piss off!

Ugly!

[radio noises]

[doors opening]

I want to drink it.

It's tea.

-You want tea? -Yeah.

Go pour yourself one.

[radio noises]

It tastes weird.

-What do you mean? -It's bitter.

It's Chinese tea, drink it.

[gags]

[doorbell ringing]

[lights on]

[dog barking]

[machine noises]

-Password? -13-70.

[machine beep]

[here]

Thanks.

Hey.

[thud]

Give this on your way to Jamal.

[police siren]

[nylon rustling]

[door closing]

[knocking]

[door opening]

Hi, what's up?

-Why did you do that? -I did what?

You forced my brother to buy drugs from you.

I didn't force anyone to buy my drugs.

You sold it to him anyway and you're family.

Now what?

I wonder how Misha can be so optimistic about you.

None of your business!

Don't make me talk to you in abusive language.

Come on, I'm listening!

Have you no shame? Do you call this a job?

Is washing dead bodies a job?!

There's nothing wrong with being a mortuary attendant.

-Really? Are you finished? -Yes.

[spitting]

Thanks for coming!

Jahangir...

Jahangir...

I've washed so many bodies and wrapped shrouds around them for burial.

Hmm...

Someday it'll be your turn, too.

I'll wash your body damn well!

In your dreams!

[TV noises]

[TV noises]

The world is in complete chaos.

[thud]

-Be careful! -With what?

Your leg.

My leg doesn't hurt anymore.

The pain is gone!

What do you want those cigarettes for?

I don't know why I suddenly felt like smoking after twenty years.

I'm going to smoke one of your cigarettes, dear son.

Go ahead! Tonight is yours, beauty!

What sort of crap has my mother swallowed?

Don't talk about your mother like that.

You can't fool me, Jahangir.

I swear I'll call the police to come and take you.

Don't do that to my mom.

I made her go into ecstasies, is it bad?

Did you see how fast she moved?

She jumped up like a firecracker and went to stand in the moonlight...

And smoke a...

Dunderhead!

[laughing]

-Mother! -What, honey!

[laughing]

I told you, slow-witted pygmy, two dozen times...

Not to come at the main door to buy drugs from me.

Knock at the back door, do you get it or not?

Does your wife know you sell opium in the cellar?

Does your wife know you buy opium in the cellar?

- That's my business. - You disgust her, monkey!

Credit card!

I warn you not to talk garbage again... dwarf monkey.

[nylon rustling]

-Password! -1352.

Your account is empty.

Try again, I've got some million tomans in there.

I'm impressed, my millionaire!

[machine noises]

There's no money, man!

I must've brought the wrong bank card.

What?! The wrong card?

Give the stuff back.

It's gone.

Mahmoud, I'll...

I swear I'll give you such a hard slap that you hover in the air for 48 hours!

Come on, give back the opium!

I don't have any money now.

- I'll pay it off, my neighbor. - Give back the stuff!

Come on! Spit it out!

My gastric juices dissolved it. It's running in my blood now.

Damn it.

See you!

Mahmoud! Come here for a minute.

No fighting, bro. Huh? [smooching]

- I ask you politely to spit it out. - I can't.

I'm sure if I slap you across the face, people

will come to take your dead body out of here.

[slap]

[ears ringing]

You killed me!

[body thud]

Mahmoud... what happened to you?

Mahmoud!

Mahmoud!

Mahmoud!

I swear I talked rubbish.

[rapid breathing]

I'd forgotten that it was the year of the cat.

Mahmoud died... That simple slap killed him.

[cinematic music]

Wow, lovely!

[smooching]

[cinematic music]

(Judge) [hammering]

Sentenced to death.

I did badly at the court.

I mean I was so scared that I wetted myself.

[cinematic music]

[cameras shuttring]

A whole bunch of photographers were taking my picture.

I felt so good.

As I told you, I've always wanted to be famous.

A famous actor, singer, athlete, politician, murderer, anything.

Or maybe a victorious gladiator for whom everyone would yell hooray.

[cinematic music]

[shouting]

[thud]

[roar of crowd]

[shouting]

[crowd cheering]

Jahan!

[knocking]

Jahan! Pick it up!

- Hi. - Honey, striped outfit really suits you.

I'll sure make you one.

-Exactly like this? -Yeah.

Thank you.

You've changed, right?

-My behaviour? -No, your look.

-My look? -Yeah.

- Do I look ugly? - No, you must have done something.

Aha, I had my hair dyed two shades brighter.

-Really? -Yeah.

[thud]

What?

[knocking]

I'm about to be hanged, and you coloured your hair brighter.

Wouldn't you be hanged if I didn't go to a beauty salon?

Did you get their consent?

Oh no, Jahan! Leyla is very bad-tempered. She offends me.

What does it matter? Your husband will be hanged soon.

Honey, you know that I love you.

What do you want me to tell her?

Go to see her tomorrow.

Tell her it's not fair to take revenge. I didn't actually kill him.

He swallowed it and I slapped him.

Am I a murderer for a slap?

-Is that all? -Yes.

Go to her and try to impress her by special words, relaxing and softening words.

Softly... Speak softly to make her soften towards me and give us her consent.

Aha. Softly.

[chewing]

God rest your husband's soul.

We're advised to take revenge.

Actually, no murder was committed.

[chewing]

Your late husband swallowed it and was given a slap. That's all.

That's all?!

Once your husband is hanged, you'll be sure if a murder was committed or not.

Look at his mother.

She's just some flesh in a wheelchair.

She doesn't say anything, She doesn't eat anything, nothing.

But his mother has been in a wheelchair since she had a stroke four years ago.

Maybe I'm wrong.

Anyway. [mouthfull]

We can't even eat a morsel of bread. [mouthfull]

Cause my precious jewel is now lying under a pile of earth because of you.

I see.

[chewing]

May he rest in peace.

But as far as I can remember, you always

called him by words like parasite and useless.

I even remember you saying:

"Mahmoud, I pray that you die soon and I get rid of you, you wretched druggie."

Maybe God has answered your prayer.

What else do you remember?

'You don't deserve the bread you eat in this house.'

'A dog is more beneficial than you, ' you told him.

[chewing]

[cinematic music]

[sigh]

-Go! -What?

Go, go!

[gun noises]

[gunshots]

It was no use talking gently to Leyla, that big unattractive woman.

[gate opening]

-Jahangir Ghaznavi. -Yes?

Pack your things and get out.

-Am I free? -Yes, but free of life.

Solitary confinement, and the noose around your neck.

Say goodbye and come out.

[cinematic music, heavy breathing]

[door opening]

Ghaznavi.

Don't you need anything?

I have a few questions.

Don't get up. I'm coming in.

[door opening]

Don't think about escaping.

I want to change position.

-What's up? -Nothing.

-What time is it? -Around 12.

You still have five more hours. Enjoy it.

Give me a cigarette.

[lighter clicking]

A cup of tea with be wonderful with it.

-Bring me a tea. -We don't have it.

- How am I supposed to be killed? - It's simple.

They'll take you onto the gallows, then fit the noose around your neck.

And I'll kick away the stool.

-You're going to do it? -Yes.

I kicked away one this morning, and you'll be the next tomorrow.

- How can you possibly kick away the stool? - Like this.

I mean how can you be so cold-hearted?

I just do this.

Are you half-witted?

I said how you could kick away the stool so cold-heartedly?

Oh.

I'll just give it a kick to rid both you and me of suffering.

Am I wrong?

No, do your job.

[rapid breathing]

Ghaznavi, your nerves are frayed.

It'll hardly take two minutes.

You'll be taken to the scaffold, the noose around your neck and over!

I swear on my mother's life, I just gave him a slap... like this.

-Are you dead now? -Not really.

They want to hang me just for a slap.

It's not fair on you.

Look, 'Between pillar and post there maybe rescue.'

What does that mean?

You'll be led to the gallows, but won't be hanged.

'Cause you just gave a slap. I'm optimistic about it.

Are you sure?

Yeah, of course! You just gave him a slap.

- You mean all these procedures... - Just formalities.

- Do you mean it? - They're just frightening you.

-Was it just a slap? -Yes.

You'll be at the gallows, but won't be hanged.

[cinematic music]

Jahan!

[dog barking]

[body thud, ambulance siren]

- Where are they taking my wife? - To the clinic.

I wish she stayed to see that they're just playing a trick on me.

Get moving.

What was the proverb you told me last night?

'Between pillar and post there maybe rescue.'

- Do you have faith in this proverb? - Of course I do.

- Has it happened before me? - A lot of times.

Seriously? Can I be sure of that?

My intuition tells me you'll survive.

Thank God.

Wait a minute.

How is it going?

Won't you give your consent?

Hmph.

An old saying goes 'Between pillar and post there maybe...'

-What was it? -Rescue.

Rescue.

We'll see.

-Ghaznavi? -What?

What are you pleading for? Don't do it.

Yeah, I don't need your consent!

-Where should we go? -Over there.

Sure!

[laughs]

- Did you like the way I talked to her? - Yeah, very much.

When you ensured me that I won't be hanged, I told her firmly not to give her consent.

Every instinct tells me you'll escape death.

Yes.

-Hey? -What?

[cinematic music]

We're getting nearer.

Let's go! Don't worry.

I already told you how it would end.

This is where it ends. No need to be scared.

- Okay, this is where you talked about. - Right guess.

-Pillar and rescue. -Yeah.

- What shall we do now? - Let's walk to the gallows post.

-Climb up! -What?

-Go up! -What for?

The weather is much better there!

It was supposed to end here.

Move up and don't daydream.

-Why did your tone change? -Huh?

Why did your tone change?

Don't talk nonsense. Go up!

Give me a minute!

I'm seriously stepping on the stool!

You said 'Between pillar and post there maybe rescue.'

- I didn't. - I should be standing here, not there!

Wait! This is no joke! I'm on the stool.

Wait a minute!

Damn you and your proverb!

Don't be rude.

I'm not being rude, I'm just saying damn you and your...

Put the rope around his neck. And a cloth around his.

Leyla! Leyla!

I'm sorry Leyla, forgive me!

You see how he's shrieking?

Shall I let him die or get the blood money?

I'm sorry!

Okay, so I'll get the blood money.

[helicopter noises]

You have my consent! I forgive you! [voice lost in helicopter noises]

Misha!!!

[thud]

[alarm noises]

[door buzzing open]

[joyful music playing]

[clapping]

That goddamn helicopter passed across the sky overhead...

At the worst possible moment, so no one heard Leyla.

But if Hashem the Gorilla who weighed over 200 kg hadn't been hanged the day before,

And it wouldn't have broken while I was being hanged.

The gallows post wouldn't have cracked

[thud, cinematic music]

[breaking sound]

Everything in the world is connected in some way.

Like a butterfly flapping its wings in Brazil and causing a storm in Texas.

[gunshot]

[windblowing]

When Misha and Leyla got around and found out what had happened,

They hugged each other and shed tears of joy.

[heartbeat machine]

I was released from prison after I served my sentence.

The first thing I had to do was to thank someone to whom I owe a lot.

For one valuable advice: not losing hope until the last second.

You're in a good place.

I know.

My intuition says so!

What characterizes the years of the cat in my life is that.

I'm in danger, but the others die.

I repented and swore an oath never to sell illegal stuff.

[cinematic music]

[water splashing]

Mrs. Leila and Misha had agreed on Mahmoud’s blood money...

It would be a Peugeot 206 instead.

Not that Mahmoud was worth much more anyway.

[cinematic music]

There was a 1968 Jaguar that belonged to the Indian merchant.

It hadn't been driven for ages.

[cinematic music]

[water splashing]

I decided to sit behind the wheel of the merchant's

car and carry passengers to earn a living.

It was a charming car, but no one trusted it to get a ride.

Cause nowadays no one uses these cars as taxis.

- Ma'am, get in, please. - Shut up and get lost!

I work as a taxi driver!

[cinematic music]

What a mess.

Only one person asked for a trip, but I wish he hadn't.

[cinematic music]

Write them down, hope you've a pen and paper.

One lip lift at 12:00 noon, another at 2:00 pm.

Watch their appointments won't overlap.

A nose job at 5:00 pm.

Don't get all mixed up.

Oh God, I pray to you that everything goes well today!

My car's in for a service. I'll be a bit late, bye.

Excuse me, sir, what do you do?

I'm aesthetic and plastic surgeon, dr. Aref Bam.

Doesn't my last name remind you of something?

The Bam eggplant.

It didn't remind you of Bam's big earthquake,

but it reminded you of its eggplants.

I'm sorry. [laughs]

I myself am nothing less than an earthquake.

First I knock down and flatten them, then rebuild and shape them.

- Houses? - No, lips, faces, jaws, mouths.

I turn large, humped noses into pug and AA battery-like ones.

Wow, so you must be rolling in it.

Yeah, I am.

- Are you a famous doctor? - Yes, very famous.

What's the secret to becoming famous?

Look, son. I get my eyes to work efficiently.

-I see everything an opportunity. -Aha.

Nowadays the secret of success is cleverness.

So look at each and all things intently to be able to use them.

Look, seeing is different from looking.

-Yeah. -What a meaningful remark!

Stop the car, stop... stop, stop!

Yeah.

Is anything wrong?

You didn't look carefully and lost the opportunity.

- Seeing is different from looking! - Seeing is different from looking!

-Well done. -Thank you.

[car door closing]

[motorbike passing]

Get out!

[car door opening]

Open the drunk lid.

We were near to losing a golden opportunity.

-What are these? -Imported tobacco.

I know clients who'll buy it.

You'll get your share of money, too.

Come on, load them into the car.

Wow! Gather them all!

Euh!!

[laughs]

Wow! Excellent!

It's not very fresh, but it's wonderful.

Don't taste it!

Are you allergic?

-Do you mind if I say something? -Huh?

This isn't tobacco.

-What is it then? -It's poo.

- Is that the brand name? - No, it's real poo.

Children call it poo.

Fecal sample.

-Poo? Poop?! -Yeah.

What you tasted is Saeid Malakouti's, age: 75.

[vomitting]

Ew!

[vomitting]

A lip lift at noon, another one at 3:00 pm.

Lip lift 2:00 pm.

A lip at 2:00pm and a nose job at 5:00 pm.

I bet you'll call fifteen minutes later to ask again.

Did you put the kidneys in the fridge?

All right.

-Do you have a restaurant? -Nope!

My clinic is multipurpose.

Aesthetic surgery, organ transplantation, organ trade...

As I said, I grab all the chances.

- Seeing is different from looking. - Seeing is different from looking.

But I think where you got out of the car, you were mistaken.

Okay! [laughs]

Don't remind me of it.

Come to my clinic so I'll remove your dark ugly mole.

Nop! My wife loves it. [mobile ringing]

You're such a pain in the ass! Why are you so beef-brained?!

I said at 12:00 noon!

[music playing in the car]

I'm sure he takes drugs. Such a degree of dumbness!

Your secretary?

No, I fired my secretary last week. He's my cleaner.

I put him in charge until I find a reliable secretary.

Sir...

I'm a reliable person.

Now that you're reliable, let me tell you some secret words.

Okay.

In this clinic pulse means heart. [music playing in the office]

-Pulse is heart. -Bean means kidney.

-Hepar means liver. -Hepar is liver, okay.

Is spleen among our secret codes?

- Am I joking with you? - I swear I was dead serious.

-That was a stupid question. -Sorry.

I got it. I'm at your service now.

[gags]

What happened?

-I suddenly remembered Saeid. -Who's Saeid?

-That. -Aha, Saeid Malakouti, age: 75!

There's no need to mention his name.

Sorry, I said it, cause seeing is different from looking.

I liked it! [laughs]

-Get down to work. -Sure!

[music: Ocean Drive Song by Duke Dumont]

Welcome to Bam Aesthetic Plastic Clinic!

[cleaning window]

Are you as high as kite?

-I'm wiping it. -Really?

Stop rubbing. The pane almost vanished.

-Smoked pot, didn't you? -No.

I'm a pro at it.

How about I roll one to smoke together?

I just put out one. Keep rubbing!

- So let me know. - Look, I'm the new manager here.

To me moral code is what matters most.

Wipe it! Good luck.

Well.

Leave a space for lips. Don't do it for the teeth.

There is stuff on it... Ah!

You good, brother?

Thanks.

- You are the one getting the surgery? - Isn't it obvious? I did it.

Let me see, smile.

Good luck.

Welcome.

I began to work at Dr. Bam's clinic. [voiceover]

All medical services were offered to patients there.

From nose, jaw, and mouth surgeries...

To lip and body filler injections, dental laminates, and hair transplants.

Dr. Bam was truly Jack of all trades.

[cinematic music]

[door opening]

[smooching]

Hold on a moment.

I can't get any signals. I can't hear you.

Let me move a little.

Hello?! Oh, it's as clear as a bell now!

Hello, I'm Jahangir Ghaznavi, manager of Bam Aesthetic Clinic!

One pulse, one bean...

Pardon?!

No, we don't sell lamb testicles.

We don't buy them, either. [radio playing]

We don't find a use for them.

There should be something inside the body for the funeral.

Thank you.

Thanks for calling, bye.

'I got a job as a medical secretary!'

You work in an offal restaurant!

To your eyes it's a restaurant, but they're the tools of our trade.

Don't put on an act!

I know you better than your mother does.

You came to talk on the phone here to get my attention.

And boast that you're an important person now, right?!

Broaden your world, Jahangir Ghaznavi.

Ugh.

Please bring a tea with a banana to my room.

Get lost! [laughs]

[laughs]

[music playing]

That day, Doctor told me he'd be out for two days.

And wanted me to take charge of the clinic.

[music: Do I Wanna Know? Song by Arctic Monkeys]

Oh! It suits me damn well.

You don't look like cleaners at all.

I'm not.

This is all just a cover.

You're a drug seller and are based here to sell grass.

Hello!

Dr. Bam?

♪ That sticks around like summat in your teeth? ♪

Hello, darling! ♪ Are there some aces up your sleeve? ♪

-Yes, I'm Dr. Bam. -May I?

Course, welcome! Feel free! Come in, please.

Please.

Look.

Don't breathe a word, or I'll call the cops.

-Got it? -Yes.

One espresso, please!

♪ Until I fall asleep. ♪

-Would you like a cup of tea? -No, thanks.

-Welcome, darling. -Thank you.

I thought you'd keep me waiting for hours before you saw me.

No, I should've seen you earlier.

-Doctor? -Yes, darling?

I'd like you to work on my face.

For example?

I may look better with a slight cheek augmentation.

Any idea?

I'll augment your cheeks.

I also want my skin to be tightened.

I'll tighten you skin, too.

Don't you have any comments about my face?

It's terrific!

-Really? -Yes.

-Would you like a tea? -No, thanks.

- Haven't I just said I didn't want tea? - Yes.

-How about you, Dr. Bam? -Go out.

He's drugged up to the eyeballs. It must be grass.

Sheep doesn't love grass as much as he does.

[laughs]

Doctor, my nose is a little big, isn't it?

Let me see your face in profile.

Towards me, towards the wall, to the right...

Get up and turn around!

Sit down!

- What did you say your name was again? - Taraneh.

Look, my beautiful Taraneh.

Your nose...

Doesn't need a surgery.

[chair moving]

It needs a reaction!

I don't get it.

Let me put it another way.

We'll...

Need a fersmisemice.

-What?! -Fersmisemice.

- What does that mean? - It's a technical term meaning...

Aha, here it is.

This is a mouth with so many nerve vessels.

Only one joint welded wrongly would be a recipe for disaster.

What will be the date of my operation?

Right now, darling.

Hey, boy!

Prepare the operating room.

- But we can't do it now. - You thought we'd do it now?

[laughs]

No, seriously. Fix a date.

Tomorrow at 8:00 am.

I don't know whether you're kidding or not.

I'll be here at 6:00 am just for you!

Isn't it too early?

No, pretty girls should be operated right away.

Then let me arrange it with someone.

- How much will be the cost? - All of it is on me!

Hi, what's up... look, tomorrow...

She's showing interest and I feel like flirting with her.

Well, that's not important. How should I do the operation?

Watching the Doctor's work doesn't make me a surgeon.

Doctor didn't do anything special.

He just cut the skin with a scalpel, then filed and sanded the hard parts.

Doctor! Doctor! [voice calling]

- Are you certain about tomorrow? - Yes, sure.

That was one of most difficult surgeries.

- I've heard many praising your work. - That's the truth.

In different communities. [music: My Heart Will Go On Song by Celine Dion]

Yeah, I've been in many communes.

No, community. Different groups of people.

You think I, as a doctor, don't know what that word means?

[laughs]

How strange is your car!

Special! Say it's special.

As I'm single, I love special things.

Like your mole.

[laughs]

I'm going to make your nose this little!

I once heard dancing relieved stress.

And I danced.

[music playing]

[music playing]

[door opening]

[music playing, clanking sound]

[heartbeat sound]

What an asshole you are!

Don't smoke!

We're doing surgery. We're not in the park.

Take a puff and get busy with it, totally focused.

Don't smoke this stuff!

[heartbeat sound]

That's cool! Smoke it!

Yeah.

-I... sh... un... cio... s? -What?

[blowing out smoke]

-Is she unconscious? -I'd better make sure.

She's unconscious.

Goggles!

[cinematic music playing]

Let me take them off. I can't see anything.

This is stupid.

As Doctor says, one should grab every single chance.

Perhaps this is the starting point for my rise to fame in the future.

Perhaps I was supposed to become a well-known surgeon, but I didn't know that.

Someday I'll finally be famous.

[blood splashing]

What was that?

Blood?

It must be blood.

[body thud]

[cinematic music]

Doctor, great job!

Shut up!

[window opening]

-Misha? -What, honey?

I hear a cow mooing.

-What? -A cow.

[coughing]

-A cow? -Yeah.

-Where? -Shh!

[coughing]

Did you hear that?

[breathing loud]

[coughing]

That's my mom. She's coughing.

Don't talk rudely about your mother. That's a cow mooing.

That's my mom coughing. Listen!

Does your mother cough like that?

Yes, she does. Haven't you heard it before?

-Even when you're not home? -Yes, always.

Rid your mother of it!

Block it, use a lid, a silencer, something.

Impolite!

She's mooing, am I impolite?

[notification sound]

[snoring]

[radio playing]

-Who's it? -Doctor.

Are you smiling at Doctor?

Yeah, he said he was happy with my work.

Taraneh texted me that she was fine and had her dressing changed.

She asked me with coquetry to have my mole removed.

She also sent me a beating red heart with the message.

[clanking sound]

[hearbeat sound]

I just applied some ointment on it, okay? I'll prescribe you a cream.

Keep it moisturized for three to four days.

Even poison is good when it's for free. [heartbeat sound]

You said your wife loved your mole.

[music playing]

Some people do anything in return for money.

From cutting off ears to kidnapping or even killing.

This kind of people are very scary.

[music playing]

Misha, honey!

Come sweetheart! I bought you Indian puffy snack.

-Jahan! -What, honey?

-Hi! -Hi!

My dear Jahan!

-Jahan?! -Yes, honey?

Come!

Come!

-You've changed, right? -Yeah. My manner.

-No kidding. -What?

-Where's your mole? -My mole?

- Oh! Where's my mole? - Where's your mole, Jahan?

I might have washed it hard...

-Where's your mole? -Wait a sec.

- I went there. - Where?

I was at the clinic.

What did you do?

- Won't you beat me if I tell you? - No, I won't. Go on!

- Doctor removed it. - It was stupid of Doctor and you!

It looked like an ugly verruca.

Idiot, you only looked cute with that mole!

- But it was of no use to you! - That's none of your business!

- Misha, he must be cheating on you! - Why did you do it?

It was a shit thing you got rid of your mole!

Look at his face! [Misha shouting]

-He looks like an ape! -Don't hit me.

Do you know how hard it was for me to get used to your disgusting mole?!

[pot breaking]

Come on!

It was not only your mole I tried to stand!

- Misha, Calm down! - You sell drugs, you do anything you want.

- It looked like a black wart. - Where's your mole?

Should I explain it to you, too?! [Misha shouting]

Misha, break his nose! Ugly ape!

[laughs, roar of chatter]

Hi, my beauty!

Hi, my loving wife!

Why did you get so angry, huh?

I just had my mole removed.

I needed a change. There was no need to fly into a rage.

My love, in the path of our married life you and I should...

Hmmm?

[cinematic music]

I'm dying for your moon-like face!

[horror music]

[shouting]

Back off, cheeky monkey!

Why are you on my bed?

Are you blind? I was sleeping here.

I'm not blind, but you could've made a sound.

So I'd know my mother-in-law was sleeping in my wife's place.

Misha isn't on speaking terms with you. That's why we changed places.

Piss off! I want to sleep.

Why don't you die?

Get lost or I'll give you a smack in the gob!

I hope you snuff it.

[whistling, sewing machine noises]

[notification sound]

[whistling]

[Indian music playing]

Are you okay, pretty?

It's from the clinic.

Yes, Doctor?

Thank you...

Yes...

Yes, I fersmisemiced all...

Yes...

Yes...

Hi, miss...

Liar! You masqueraded as the doctor, trickster!

Hold on! Why are you talking to me like that?

Shut up!

What did you do to my face, you piece of shit!

All I can see is a chandelier.

[cinematic music]

Is this the little nose you promised me?

-What the hell?! -Go to hell!

The swelling is normal. It'll go away.

Shut up!

I'll make you pay dearly. I'll come to you soon!

Just a moment, darling.

Oh no! No, no, no!

He's still awake. Turn it on.

Oh, come on.

Was his left kidney for sale or the right one?

This one! Left.

-You sure? Should I take it. -Yes, yes.

[door opening]

Doctor wants you to prepare the fridge.

[glass breaking]

[cinematic music]

Take a look outside to see what's going on!

[cinematic music]

Taraneh hit back!

She sent the heavy mob to kill me.

They were ruthless in their decision.

Where's Dr. Bam?

Where's Dr. Bam?

He's in his room.

[cinematic music, glass breaking]]

The same people who would do anything for money.

Sometimes do the same things without it.

That savage was madly in love with Taraneh.

Parviz, kill him!

[tense music]

[kicking on the door]

[thud]

[tense music]

[crying for help]

I made a mistake! I'll get inside from here.

I swear I'll get in.

[shouting]

Come inside, don't be afraid!

- We have a word with you! - How are you, Saeid?

-You're Mohsen's son, aren't you? -No.

[window breaking, tense music]

[thud]

Ohh!!

Look what that trickster did to my nose.

You've made a mess here, let me tell you what he...

[punching, tense music]

- Look, bro. Just a sec. - Beat the hell out of him.

Wait a moment. Do whatever you want, but keep your temper for a moment.

'Humans are the limbs of one body'.

- Damn you. - Shut up, psycho! Look at my nose!

I'm explaining.

[screaming]

[door closing]

[door closing]

[tense music]

[gasping]

[tense music]

[heartbeat stops]

I died.

This time I really died.

Cardiac arrest.

[cat noise]

You see?

In the end, you came to me.

I told you I'd wash your body.

I'm going to wash you.

[claps]

'In your dreams!' you told me.

Turn on the tap.

Cold water.

[eating]

[funeral poets, crying]

Heaven is beneath all mothers' feet.

Mothers?!

[crying]

The deceased is a man, not a woman.

Jahan!

Heaven is beneath all fathers' feet. [crying]

Stop singing, take it and clear off!

I love you, my tall man.

[crying]

[singing]

Cold water!

[singing]

[screaming]

[cinematic music]

Excuse me, where's the exit door?

At the end of the corridor, on the right.

He looked familiar.

Oh.

[screaming]

[screaming]

Oh God!!

[cinematic music]

[screaming]

There was a heavy toll. 31 dead and injured.

One of the ambulance drivers said something interesting.

Has a war broken out?

[ambulance siren]

'You washed dead bodies all your life. You saw how mortuary workers are.

'In your dreams'

They say some genes are passed down from the mother to the child.

I'm sure I inherited this ability to die and come back to life from my mother.

My dear wife is gone.

[roar of cryings]

She's gone!

[crying]

-Come closer. -What is it, my son?

Now that Mom is gone, are you going to marry Manizheh?

I don't think about any woman except your mother.

-Really? -Yes.

But I saw you winking at her.

Shut up. Go!

[thud]

The dead is back to life! The dead is back to life!

Why is she alive?

My mom came back to life.

Three months later, on a cold winter's morning,

she had a stroke and died for the second time.

God rest your dead.

Move in the direction I tell you.

Keep straight ahead, then turn left.

You're almost there.

Now turn left.

[thud]

The dead is back to life! The dead is back to life!

You clumsy stupid, would you knock into the damn post if it was your wife?

Why don't you turn left?

Why do you every time bump into this damn thing,

But not me or that thing or this one?

Why do you bump into this only?!

Why do you bump into...

God!!

[saw noises]

My dad cut the wooden post stealthily.

So that if my mother died for the third time, the coffin wouldn't hit it.

If I don't cut you, I'm not Ardeshir.

But my mother didn't die until my dad went to his long rest before her.

That year again was the year of the cat.

[cinematic music]

Come on, man! I'm family.

I'm tired out. No car passes.

Where's everybody?

Why did he run away? [car door closing]

What's new?

[roar of groaning]

Are you all right, Auntie Maryam?

Uncle!

[groaning]

Uncle's wife!

[groaning]

-Where's my mom? -ICU!

[gasp]

-Where's my elder uncle? -In the morgue.

[roar of crying]

You're such a sinister soul, Jahangir!

Bahram died so suddenly.

Oh, no.

The poor man's lifeless body was like this...

Oh, how sad!

Thank God you three weren't scared.

We?

I swear we're scared to death... sorry.

He's right. We just try to be natural.

Really?

Here! My wife's cousins!

Call Misha and tell her we're together. The poor girl must be worried.

Okay!

[bus horn honking, screaming]

[crashing]

I'm sorry.

[whispring]

What?!

Excuse me, where are the newly arrived accident victims?

-The BMW and truck accident? -Yes.

In the morgue.

-The three of them? -Yes.

Oh! No... Jahan!!

[crying]

Oh!

No... Jahan!!

[cinematic music]

Oh, Jahan!

[crying]

[snoring]

Who is it? What is it?

[screaming]

Oh, Jahan!

Didn't you have an accident?

The bit♪h said the three men were dead.

The bitch talked garbage.

Oh, thank God!

My blood pressure dropped. I drank a fruit juice and I felt fine.

-Oh, thank God! -Yeah, thank God!

[crying]

Where are Shahbaz and Behrouz?

They both died.

-It was a horrible death. -Oh, my.

Shahbaz's leg was found on the other side of the road.

-God... -The nurse was right.

There were three of them, the truck driver included.

Don't cry!

Death is inevitable.

-Pull over. -Why?

I've got some stuff to do.

-What stuff? -Stop the car!

-Where do you want to go? -Hunting.

What do you mean?

I'll take a pee in a flash.

Aha, hunting!

Let's go, Behrouz.

We should be thankful we're still alive.

He'll get us killed if he comes back.

He killed 60 percent of our relatives.

-Shall I move off? -Yeah, quick!

[roar of engine]

- Isn't he following us? - No, just push the pedal to the metal.

[truck horn honking, screaming]

[cinematic music]

She finally died.

My condolences, God res...

What the hell is wrong with you, wild people?!

[roar of chatter]

You sinister!

A FEW WEEKS LATER.

-Who did you wink at? -Pardon?

-Who did you wink at? -At the cat.

There's no cat.

On the chair.

Do you use meth? You're hallucinating. There's nothing there.

[cat groaning]

[laughs]

You see what my wife says?!

[mobile ringing]

Who is it?

Hello?

Yes...

What?!

Television host?

No, I don't know you. Bye.

[bike noises]

[notification sound]

Yes?

-Hi, buddy! -Hi!

Now you're sure I'm Reza Rashidpour.

No! I don't know you.

Aha! You don't know who I am.

That's Reza! That's really Reza!

What do you mean?!

-Oh, hi Mr. Rashidpour! -What?!

He was a popular actor and many people enjoyed his talk shows.

He invited me to his talkshow 'cause I'd escaped death several times...

And had died once, but was still alive.

[cinematic music]

[lights on]

Misha, you can't imagine how beautiful is this place.

It's got a TV as big as hour entire house.

Hang up, Jahangir! You'll be on air in a minute.

Be ready, everyone!

Just a sec... Look, I'm on air!

On air?!

Aha, got it!

Tell them he's on air!

He's on air!

He looks terrified!

Do you think I'm scared?

Huh.

Of course you are! You're trembling.

You won't win! I've beaten many, all bigger than you!

Three, two, one, on air!

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to my show!

I have a very special guest today; a man who doesn't die!

He takes lives!

He always throws the people around him into the mouth of death!

His last story happened in the morgue.

Where he suddenly came back to life after his death.

I'd rather cut a long story short, and invite you to our conversation.

Ladies and gentlemen, here we go! This is Jahangir Ghaznavi!

[clapping]

-In the name of God, who gives... -Life!

-Life? -Life!

Yeah, well said!

He's nervous!

God, Hakim... Ferdow...

- God, the Creator of... - The Creator of speech, right!

Yes.

I'd like to say hello to you and the crew who make TV programs here.

Our people are in difficulty.

Let me say hello to my dear wife.

I'd like to say hello to Leyla and Reza the mechanic...

Thank you. It was a warm and cordial greeting.

You must have got a little nervous.

Mr Ghaznavi, you suddenly became alive when they were bathing your body in the morgue.

That's my starting point.

What were you feeling at that very moment? Describe your feeling.

Well, I don't know how to say it. Well... I felt... how can I say...

I shitted!

[laughs]

Was it impolite of me to say that?

[advertisement beep]

♪ Beat the joyful drum, ♪ ♪ Strike it victoriously and bravely! ♪

What happened?

Is it a live show? [roar of laughter]

Why are you laughing, Reza?

Why did you use that impolite word?

I got nervous. I didn't know it was a live broadcast.

Where did you find people like him?!

- What's that? - A cigarette, you want one?

Do you think this is a tea house?!

Don't get mad. Let's go on air! I'll fix it.

Come on! At least don't laugh!

Why do you treat you guest like this?

I don't need your show.

We were on air and you used a swear word.

I admit it, it was impolite.

Just answer my questions.

Cheers!

[laughs]

-Did I lose face? -All of us!

- We'll be banned from working? - Not yet, but be careful.

-That light glares down on me. -Spotlight.

- Anyway, that thing... - Guys, that spotlight...

Ouch!! [thud]

God have mercy on him!

Don't let this one die. Especially on air!

[tense music]

[advertisement playing]

Reza might be dead, no?

Watch your tongue!

-That was a silly thing to say. -Okay.

It just started!

[roar of laughter]

Ladies and gentlemen, I do apologize.

I have a thirty-year record in this job.

This was the strangest thing ever happened in a live broadcast.

I think everyone should be afraid of Jahangir Ghaznavi.

Reza isn't funny at all!

[laughs]

The show was over and fortunately no one died.

Reza's show brought me great fame.

Everyone wanted to take selfies with me.

Jagangir! Jahangir!

I love you, man!

How are you?

How are you, Jahangir!

[roar of chatter]

[cinematic music]

Me and the never-dying man!

My pics went viral. The number of my fans went up.

But Misha didn't want to accept that...

My childhood dream came true, and I was finally a famous man.

This is the life.

[changing TV channel]

Tonight, I'm going to talk about a weird man, who is extremely vicious.

An Iranian guy whose name is Jahangir Ghaznavi has taken many lives...

But who is this Jahangir Ghaznavi?

-That's me! -A lucky tall man.

Misha!

Misha!

Misha!

[screaming]

-It's me. -Get up!

They're showing me on TV. I'm on the CNN channel!

What did you say?

I'm famous. The entire world knows me.

You're jealous of my fame. Come and see! The CNN showing me.

-Get up! Come here! -Jahan!

Oh! Jahan! I have a headache.

I'll go crazy if I see you're just teasing me.

Don't come!

The lamb uses his horn to push the others away...

-Charging straight at it! -Oh.

How famous you are!

[sheep noises]

You had dinner an hour ago. Why are you eating grass?

I swear on your Indian father's grave, and on your Iranian mother's grave.

I was on the TV screen.

Hmm...

I believe you. You're still on the screen.

No, that's a sheep.

If you're still hungry...

There are some unwanted rotten vegetables in the garbage can.

There's a conspiracy against me.

A terrible conspiracy is at play.

They know I'm achieving worldwide fame.

That's why they censored the news and showed the sheep.

I know! A terrible conspiracy is at play.

A terrible conspiracy is at play. [banging]

I swear they were showing me and not the sheep.

What's the CNN's contact number?

The wedding gown I designed is the first of its kind.

I worked hard to make it.

Let me show you. Are you ready?

One... two... three!

[music playing, cheering]

It's really pretty!

[electrocution]

It short-circuited. Take it off!

Take it off! [screaming, music playing]

- What should she take off? - Don't take it off!

Don't take it off!

[crying, radio playing]

I put a lot of effort into it!

Don't be upset, honey. Don't be sad, sweetheart.

Accidents happen.

I congratulate you for being brave and taking the risk of designing this dress.

However, that's not enough to shoot to fame.

You've got to go through difficult stages.

That's what I'm doing to win fame.

-Shut up! -Why not.

That's Reza! [mobile ringing, laughs]

I'm famous. What can be done about it?!

You'll also become famous and well-known people will call you.

I mean it. Yes?

Yes...

Yes...

Yes... [radio off]

- No, Reza. - Put him on speaker. I want to hear it.

- Yes... - Put him on speaker. I want to hear it.

Yes... Hold on a moment, please.

I won't want to take your time. Just listen carefully.

Reza said one of his friends hosted a show

about the world's extraordinary creatures...

Broadcast on one of Italy's TV channels.

For example, the last episode was about a camel with the ability to laugh.

Imagine the camel's lips!

He'd seen me on Reza's talk show...

And invited me to go to Italy to appear on his show as a guest.

[shouting]

That was awesome!

[singing]

Although lizards are skilled swimmers, they cannot cross vast oceans.

What a generous wife!

She makes me clothes with useless misshapen pieces of fabric.

-Jahan! -Yes?

Look at this. [TV noises]

What's that?

Isn't this one better than that purple décolleté dress?

None of them. We're not going to a wedding. We're going abroad.

I made the mistake of asking for your opinion.

Fold it and put it in the suitcase. [TV noises]

Okay. Folded, now in the suitcase.

Our good artist, our host.

-Put this too! -Mr Reza Rashidpour.

Passed away due to brain trauma.

Jahan, you're sitting in a funny position.

God rest his soul...

♪ Goodbye, love story... ♪

Did he die, too?

♪ Goodbye, light blue love... ♪

[crying]

♪ Goodbye, perfume of the night poems ♪

I was overcome with grief over Reza's death.

He sent us our plain tickets just a few hours ago.

May he rest in peace.

Do you like dates?

Be careful not to burst!

Quiet! Sinister devil with never-ending life!

It's none of your business, kid!

Your mother has failed to teach you good manners.

Your father faild too.

Artists are like candles.

They burn to nourish our spirits.

He is here! [everyone gasps]

[tense music]

Please. Please...

-Don't bother, young lady. -Welcome!

[cinematic music]

[crying]

My friends leave me, one after another.

Death is like a stone and man like glass.

[cinematic music]

Behnam! Come on, hurry!

[roar of chatter, cinematic music]

[crashing]

Could you move a little? I can't pass though. [horn honking]

- Oh, hello, man! How are you? - Hi. Fine, thanks.

-It's very kind of you. -Wow.

-I love your acting. -Thank you.

The other guys, too. Let's take a selfie.

- But I need to move the car. - No, just one pic. Please!

-Oh, God! -Just one picture.

-Don't stick to the car! -Hey!

Why are you doing this?!

[cinematic music]

[airport announcement]

[cinematic music]

Excuse me, I'd like to cancel my ticket.

You'll be fined, no problem?

No, they want to cancel their tickets, too.

-Isn't it hard? -What?

Living with a famous husband.

No! It isn't.

-Just a moment, sir! Hello! -Hi.

-Are you okay? -Yes.

I'm not afraid of you.

- I like you very much. You're so special! - Thank you.

-Can I take a selfie with you? -A selfie?

-Yes! -Thanks.

-Take two pics! -Yes.

Ma'am, could you step aside?

-Stand back, let her take a picture. -What?

Just stand aside.

Don't get too close to him! A little distance, good.

No, not that close!

I just want a selfie with him. Did I eat him?!

Are you a shiteater to eat him?

What? Huh?!

Of course not.

Come on, be quick! Pretty!

You liked it?

Wasn't your remark too unanswerable?!

I had to say that. You saw her.

When we get to Italy, the girls shouldn't come too near. Okay?

-They're all half naked! -All of them?

-You like that? -No.

- They're all coquettes, you wretch! - Come on! What do you mean by that?

[thud]

-What's the matter? -He recognized me.

He got excited and changed his seat.

You've got to get used to a famous husband, honey.

Disgusting!

He's a black foreigner.

Where are you from... come?

[airplane noises]

- What would you like to have? - Anything with high percentage of it.

Pardon?

Liquid.

-Drinks. -Yes.

Tea, coffee, soda, Coca-Cola.

-Nothing else? -No.

-Aren't we flying abroad? -Yes.

People traveling abroad drink alcoholic beverages and enjoy themselves abroad.

I'm sorry, we don't have any.

Then a black cherry juice, please.

Anything for your wife?

-Pardon? -Your wife.

Come on, she's not my wife.

I'm single.

She sat next to me 'cause I'm famous. She bothers me.

Please tell the security, thank you.

[airplane noises]

[loud thud, screaming]

Ladies and gentlemen, we just experienced a clear-air turbulence.

We're ready to land at Rome International Airport. Have nice trip.

Where should we go?

-Why are you walking like a duck? -Come on!

I'm wearing high-heels.

What if nobody comes?

Reza said someone would come to collect us at the airport.

I wish your late friend had sent your photo to the person here.

They don't need my photo, honey.

- Everyone knows me. I'm famous. - Mr. Ghaznavi!

There he is!

Hello, I'm Shahrokh, your interpreter in Italy.

Hello.

How are you, Shahrokh? Do you know me, Shahrokh?

Yes, of course. Everybody knows you.

Thank you.

[airport announcement]

Where are we going now?

We're going to see the studio, then to the hotel. The car is at the entrance.

-Let's go! -Let's go.

- Where are the duty-free stores? - Downstairs.

Aha, it's important for me to know...

[music playing]

[earthquake hits]

[screaming, loud thuds]

[tense music]

[clanking sound]

Ugh!

[groaning]

Oh!

My!

Oh!

Rome! Defenceless city!

What an odd Island!

Jahan, you're beginning to scare me. [bell ringing]

[bell ringing]

Don't worry, in your case, I'm harmless.

I was held responsible for the earthquake in Italy.

Rumours spread that it happened because I was there.

My photo appeared on the first page of The New York Times

The headline read 'This man kills but is not a murderer'.

I finally gained international fame.

Even Brad Pitt posted my photo on his page and wrote 'Please stop, man!'

The devastating Rome earthquake plunged this city into sadness and bewilderment.

According the report of the Italian Institute of Geophysics and Seismology...

Today's earthquake was the greatest earthquake

ever to occur in the history of Italy.

Hamid Massouminezhad, Rome.

You see? Jahangir destroyed everything wherever he goes, just like a bulldozer.

Give it to me. I'll sign it, too.

[doors closing, cinematic music]

[door opening]

[thud]

What's this?

[dramatic music]

[paper rustling]

The neighbors signed a testimony that read 'Leave this neighborhood.

We love our lives.' [paper rustling]

So heartlessly!

[dramatic music]

[dramatic music]

[door closing]

After all these years, goodbye, house of my sweet memories.

[dramatic music]

Sometimes it's much better to be unknown.

You can live at ease.

You can walk the streets with your wife hand in hand.

No one points their finger at you or laughs at you or makes a fool of you,

Or is afraid of you or even wants to take a selfie with you.

You can easily be like one of millions of people.

Who pass by each other without knowing one another.

One, two...

[water splashing, screaming]

Are you finished?

With that year of the cat, yes.

It's my 84th birthday.

And this year is the year of the cat, too.

Don't worry. I'm not afraid at all.

The point is not whether you're afraid or not, son.

The point is that this is a warning.

[cat groaning]

Pisst!

Meow!

[laughs]

What are you doing?

That's the cat I talked about.

Where is it?

Are you blind? He's over there. Look at him.

There's no cat there.

Ugh.

Forget it. Was that enough?

The memories of that year are enough for the first volume.

I must go now. I'll be in touch with you.

All right.

[cinematic music]

[car speeding, car horn honking]

[crashing, shouting]

That was the sixth writer who died.

This book is doomed to remain unpublished.

Stay away from me in the years of the cat.

This is not a threat...

It's a chance.

This is a humanitarian message.

[cinematic music]

The Year of the Cat. Directed by Mostafa Taghizadeh. Produced by Saeid Khani.