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Have you ever seen
a dead person up close?

No. You?

The closest I've been to a dead person
is from here to that tree.

A car accident?

No, my grandfather.

I went in behind my mom and dad
and saw his face on the bed.

I stopped right there.

Were you scared?

Very. He had one eye open
and one closed.

How's that possible?

Well, my dad couldn't shut the other eye,
so he sent me to buy tape.

But tape doesn't stick
to the skin.

It didn't. They ended up
burying him like that.

Was he your mom's dad
or your dad's?

My mom's.
I never met my dad's dad.

Though I was named
after him.

Are you intentionally not asking my name
or do you just not care?

Does it annoy you?

Why would I ask
when I already know?

No way.

Want to bet?

I don't make phony bets.

You'll lose.
What should we bet?

Whatever you want.

You're crazy.

You can't cancel our bet.

And if you lose?

I've yet to lose a bet,
dear Keyvan.

You're messing with me.
You must know me from somewhere.

You think you're famous?

I can sense
people's names.

The way snakes
sense a coming earthquake?

Yeah, like snakes.

Did you write that poem
yourself?

Obviously.

So you're a poetess.

Poetess?

I should hang you
from that "ess."

It was a good poem.

I know,

but in what sense?

I brushed your hair
from your face

You said, "These two hands
open the path to seeing"

I said, "These two eyes,
the path to flight"

It's straightforward
and without any frills.

And I like poems I can easily memorize
and recite in one breath.

I brushed your hair
from your face

You said, "These two hands
open the path to seeing"

I said, "These two eyes,
the path to flight"

I brushed your hair
from your face

You said, "These two hands
open the path to seeing"

I said, "These two eyes,
the path to flight"

OK, stop teasing me.

I wasn't teasing you.
Not all poems are like that.

Thy source of might is knowledge,
thus old hearts grow young again

Thy source of might is knowledge,
thus old hearts grow young again

I like that one, too.

Really?

Yeah.

What's your name?

Yalda.

What's wrong? Did you lose your snakes?
Are you looking for them?

You don't look
like a Yalda.

Sadaf.

Get lost.
I don't wanna know.

What difference
does it make?

Christina. Would you like me
to be a foreigner?

No,
I'm a national chauvinist.

A chauvinist?

A fanatic supporter
of the homeland.

Lucky you.
I even hate my home.

That's why I haven't had a birthday party
in two years.

But the homeland
is full of cafés.

Imagine me having a birthday party
in a café.

Have you ever tried
to commit suicide?

No.

You?

Yeah.

But unsuccessfully.

How?

Well...

Tell me.

Have you ever craved a cigarette
after seeing someone smoke in a movie?

It's like that:
I don't want to tempt you.

So you made it up.

Yeah, actually,
everything I've told you so far was a lie.

I lie in order not to get bored,
but you've bored me nonetheless.

The first time
is always boring.

There's no first
or last time.

We'll walk until 6 p.m.,
then it's over.

Why?

What's interesting
is that we met by accident.

It wouldn't be the same
if we saw each other again.

We could meet accidentally
each time.

Twenty minutes left.

I say we run.

Why?

To cover more ground
together.

Very funny.

Yes?

Yes?

- Hi.
- Hi, how are you?

Fine.

- Have you eaten?
- No, and I'm hungry.

- I got gheimeh from Canary.
- Nice. I was about to make eggs.

Can you set the table?

You're not eating.

It's cold.

I said I'd heat it up.

- Give it to me, it'll only take a minute.
- No, no, it's fine. Thanks.

- I need to go soon. I'm late.
- How was your meeting?

Ghafoori came in with his ugly, shiny suit
and wanted to change the entrance again.

When I refused, he said,

"Ma'am, what's the problem
with us entering from the east?"

I said, "We've changed the entrance
three times.

It was originally facing east."

With his crooked smirk, he said,

"You don't do it by hand.
Change it one more time."

I got up and said,

"I don't know what I did wrong to have
a client like you set foot in our office."

And I walked out.

I told the team, "Either he approves
this last one or it's goodbye."

- Then I came to have lunch with you.
- The best thing you could've done.

What's new with you?

Nothing.

Morad called.
He found a barn owl in Alagol.

You want to go?

I do. He said I should go soon,
before anyone shoots it.

Morad said that?

He's right.
It'll live until you get there.

What do you mean?

Morad will take care of it
until you see it.

Once you pay him and leave,
he'll shoot it himself.

Morad?

Not everyone's
like your Ghafoori.

Not everyone's
as honest as you.

Sima?

I know
you were here earlier.

You forgot
to shut the balcony door.

Maybe I left it open
on purpose.

That's not your style.

My style?

Why do you think
you know me so well?

Don't I?

How dare you confront me with something
I've decided not to confront you with?

I don't want you upset
over something trivial.

Who says I'm upset?

It's obvious, my dear.

Trivial?

Your saying "I know you know"
doesn't make it trivial.

What's the big deal? Nothing even
happened. And it's very private.

- Right, forgive me.
- You weren't supposed to be home yet.

- And why sneak out onto the balcony?
- I apologize.

Were you thinking I was with someone else?

I didn't know what to think.

Private. If only the neighbors knew
what you were up to.

- For them it was private, not you.
- What's the difference?

The difference?

If there were no difference,
you wouldn't have left your meeting.

You didn't want to miss your chance.
Live action!

Have you ever
seen them?

Know what? I'll invite them over.
We're neighbors, after all.

Their child
is the same age as Minoo.

He's a civil engineer
and she's a yoga instructor.

Our type of people.

Don't worry,
I made all that up.

That's "not my style."

Don't forget to pick up Minoo.
They finish early today.

Yes?

I'm your neighbor.

Could ask your wife
to come to the intercom?

She's busy.
How can I help you?

I'd like to speak to her
if possible.

Sahar?
Our neighbor wants...

Yes?

Hello,
our apartment is just next door.

Our buildings don't have
an expansion joint. Understand?

A what?

An expansion joint.
There's no space between us.

Our walls are
right up against each other.

My daughter's room
is adjacent to yours.

If possible, either change your bedroom
or wrap it up quicker.

Even at lunchtime...

One corrupt thought
can lead all of humanity astray.

A single classroom
is nothing.

But one must combat ideas with ideas,
not with hammers.

First, you have to discover the source
of the thought and approach it from there.

Second, this isn't just
the school's responsibility.

We all need
to work together.

Contradictions arise when children
bring their belief systems to school.

It becomes problematic.

Especially during puberty.

Things happen to them
that they're not even aware of.

How could they be?

Puberty affects their awareness
and brains.

There's no choice
but to start from the beginning.

We decided to ask students to bring in any
criticism they have of their home lives.

Our counselor suggested that, instead of
writing down their problems like homework,

they could record audio.

But to relieve them of worrying
about their parents' reactions,

our application distorts their voices,
so no one can tell who's who.

Some made faces at first,
but by the end,

we had to force them
to give the recorder back.

I'm very happy
with the results.

So I've decided
to expand the concept

and have students record discussions
with their parents.

YOU ERASE IT,
WE REWRITE IT.

About self-respect, for instance,
which is very important for girls.

Or modesty.

You would discuss the difference
between modesty and shame.

Or envy and jealousy.
Pairs like that.

And why doesn't anyone
name their daughter Haya (modesty)?

What a beautiful and melodic name,
isn't it?

Are there questions or should we
listen to the girls' recordings?

Why were you both tied
to the same rope?

- What's wrong with that?
- It was wobbling in the wind.

- Were you scared?
- What do you think? Of course I was.

Why would you be
up in the air like that?

Humans are meant to walk.
Otherwise, we'd have wings.

- You could've told us not to ride it.
- But you were so eager to do it.

- It was only 15 seconds.
- Well, it felt more like 15 years.

Let's sit down.
You look pale.

Look at him, Minoo.

It was great.
It wasn't scary at all.

This is one of those things
only you would consider doing.

I can't believe
how worried you got.

- I feel sick.
- Look at him.

- I couldn't even sip my water.
- Do it now.

- I don't want any.
- You're pale. Like a ghost.

- Let's ride it together.
- Yeah, right.

I kept trying to calculate
if it could hold your weight.

We were right at the limit!

Look.

It's so annoying,
I want to cut it short.

Don't cut it, it's nice.

What else annoys you?

What annoys you?

People who always say
"and whatever."

Who?

People who can't finish a sentence
without saying "and whatever."

Even if you have
nothing to say,

at least show some understanding
of grammar.

It's even worse
when they're messaging.

They follow three words
with ten contradictory emojis.

What do you mean?

Like, the idiot is sad, a volcano
and a hippopotamus all at once.

And you?

Me?

I'm both an idiot
and a hippo.

It suits you.

Tell me
who gets on your nerves.

Everyone.
Everyone gets on my nerves.

So you're like me.

But some annoy me
more than others.

Like those girls who are obsessed
with their fathers. That always comes out.

Ask her about hippos,
and somehow she makes it about her father.

You aren't in awe of your father,
are you?

In awe?

No.

I'm in love
with him.

Relax the shoulders.

Inhale and bring your shoulder blades
closer to each other as you exhale.

Keep the left and right
sides of your body in balance.

Inhale again
and slowly lean your head back.

Make sure not to put pressure
on your neck. Simply bend backwards.

Release.

No body is symmetrical.

Tune into the differences
between your left and right sides...

What are you doing here?

A happy accident.

It is strange,
isn't it?

No.

Sure it is,
very strange.

Where are you off to?

Home.

You want a lift?

Sure.

I had no idea.

I know.

Were you with him
until the end?

You mean
when he died?

Yeah.

No.

I'd gone out
for ice cream.

I left the hospital
for half an hour each day.

By the time I got back,
he was gone.

Ridiculous, huh?

No.
Not at all.

I really liked
your father.

He liked you, too.

But I didn't like him.

You didn't?

But you always spoke highly
of him.

I only realized after he died.
Slowly.

Before that,
I didn't have the guts.

What's wrong?

I don't know what to say.

You don't have
to say anything.

At his funeral,
I kept expecting you to walk in.

Stupidly.

Why didn't anyone
tell me anything?

Like who?

That's right.
You cut everyone off.

Me?

How's Sima?

Fine.

- I saw her a month ago.
- Really? Where?

I was leaving the grocery store
and almost bumped into her.

I thought she might've said something
and that's why you thought of me.

She didn't say anything.
Did she see you, too?

She preferred not to,
but I got nervous and said hello.

Seriously?

And she smiled.

- Are you sure it was Sima?
- We were this close.

I never thought
I'd be so close to her.

She's really hardened.

She looked
rough and jagged.

What are you trying to say,
Sadaf?

It's what you do to people.
With your inertia.

You make people grow thorns
to defend themselves.

You dump that on my shoulders
and then burst out laughing?

I was serious.

Really?
So where are your thorns?

I filed them down really well.
But I've forgiven you.

You know the first thing I did
after I broke up with you?

You broke up with me?

No, you broke up with me.

And I closed the door
a little firmly.

You threw an ashtray
and slammed the door.

Should I say
what happened before that?

Not really.

You were lucky
it didn't hit you in the head.

It almost did.

Go on. What did you do
after breaking up with me?

I bought tuna fish. I hadn't had it
for three years because of you.

Why not?
Did I handcuff you?

Not really. I was being an idiot.
But then it was really satisfying.

I've begun
eating tuna.

- I heard things have changed with you.
- Like what?

- Well...
- Come on, now you have to tell me.

You're buying birthday gifts,
watering plants...

You must be aging.

You're great.

Why do you think
you know me so well?

You think that.

It's why
you came looking for me.

You're really
sure of yourself.

Not of myself.
Of you.

You're sure of me?

In what sense?

That you wouldn't be here
if you had another option.

You think I've become
that desperate?

No.

I think you're lucky
to still have this option.

It's gotten dark.

It'll light up in a second.

Can I hold your hand?

Should we do something?

- Are you bored?
- You're crazy.

- Then what?
- I don't know. Offer me some tea.

- Give me a cigarette first.
- They're in the glove compartment.

Here's the lighter.

Sadaf, how often do you think of me?

- You want the truth?
- Yeah.

Very rarely these days.

And you?

More often recently.

But I haven't been able to forget you
since I saw you yesterday.

Yesterday?

I saw you from the office balcony
and ran out the back door.

Was the back door locked today
or did you not see me?

I'm here so you don't
come back every day.

You sure about that?

It's over now.

Maybe we shouldn't
go upstairs.

No, it's fine here.

Inhale again and slowly...

Leave that alone.

- I want music.
- What kind of music?

Whatever.
Whatever you like.

He also sang that badly.

Poor guy.

No, that's only for self-satisfaction.

A few nights ago,
a friend asked me,

"Why don't you get depressed
in times like these?"

I said, "Because neither my father
nor I are thieves."

He said, "What does that mean?"
I said, "I need to work.

I have no time
to be depressed."

This rich asshole sits around
drinking coffee on his balcony, posting,

"My heart is unwell."

But if someone says they're angry,
I get it.

Or if they want to vomit,
disgusted by the state of things.

A turkey breast sandwich, please.

Yes, sir.

One turkey breast.

You're right.

Some people have...

Some people have so much money,
they don't know what to do with it.

And they just nag constantly.

But you've got cash
here and there.

Me?

I'm not poor,
but I don't have cash to throw around.

Do I look rich?

Last week, you were here
discussing the stock market.

You're mistaken.
That wasn't me.

He looked like you
and drove the same car.

- Which car?
- The sports car.

I've got a white Kia Pride, brother.

Really?

So you're one of us.

We have that black Pride
over there.

The one in front of my car?

Treat it with some care.

That car's yours?

You left it on the street
for a year or two.

Where? That wasn't ours.

With an eagle
hanging from the mirror?

That's right.

There's only one Pride in this city
with an eagle?

There are plenty of eagles
in this city,

but only one tree
on this street.

And that Pride has been
parked under it.

All the shopkeepers try to park
under that tree in the summer.

One person would kick it,
the next would curse at it.

In the end, a family of mice
was living in it.

So they just dumped it there
because it was worthless.

But now the body's worth
40-50 million tomans.

Look at this country,
the electricity went out in the stadium!

The game is in darkness.
Only the stadium's cell phones are lit.

At least it's back on.

- Can you pass the mustard, brother?
- I already put some on it.

Give it to him.

Every time I warm up to your employees,
they leave.

Because they're
hardworking and docile.

They're "simple workers."

But I'm the simple one.

I pay their wages,

give them food,

a place to sleep,

and...

treat them with respect.
Right?

Yes, sir.

They still leave
after a few days.

I say,
"Stick around and learn a trade.

"What good is it to work here,
then at a mechanic's, then at a grocer's?"

I'm telling you here and now,
that if you stay for a year,

I promise you
in front of all these gentlemen

to put your picture
up next to my father's.

So what's your plan?
Will you stay?

If I don't leave for good,
I'll stay.

What do you mean,
"for good?"

To go abroad.

Where are you planning on going, inshallah?

Wherever I can.

Interesting.
We're going, too.

Oh, yeah? Where to?

My friends say Canada,

but my wife and I
prefer Australia.

We'll see.

Anywhere is better
than here.

That's not true.

I'm not against leaving,

but I won't kill myself
to do it.

Most problems result from our degenerate
minds, which always accompany us.

Our degenerate minds
are the products of here.

Just go.
Anywhere is better than this dump.

What dump?

I don't know when people started
using this foul language.

When your generation
ruined this country.

We ruined it?

What good
have you done for it?

You can't even take care
of your own car!

You can't even keep an employee and
wonder why people are leaving the country.

They're right to leave.
Why should they waste away here?

Motherfucking rain.
It's so intense!

Goal for Zob Ahan!

Radio Farhang.

Good evening,
dear Radio Farhang listeners.

I'm Mohammad Taheri with another segment
of this evening's news.

Mohamed Ajmal bin Abdul Razak Al-Aidrus,
a Malaysian professor

who translated Rumi's "Masnavi" into
the Malay language for the first time,

has passed away
from heart complications.

The scholar was entranced by the rich
and moral content of Rumi's poetry

while working on his thesis.

He published this gem
of Farsi literature in 2012

in six volumes with two languages,
Farsi and Malay, side by side.

The late Professor Ajmal Al-Aidrus
had declared in a statement,

"Rumi has chosen me
to translate this work."

... and kept touching me
like this.

You won't get it.
Here.

And he kept going.

Keep going.

Then he made a fist
near my mouth.

My breath reflected off his hand

and I could feel the warmth
on my own face.

Then he rubbed it
against my face like this.

- Want me to show you?
- No, I get it.

Then I kissed his fist.

He said, "No."

But it was a matter-of-fact no.
With no force behind it.

Then he told me
to open my eyes.

Some people are something else
in the dark.

That's enough. So it went well.
What's the problem?

I asked him
when we'd see each other again.

He said, "Never."

What's new with you?

Same as always.

- I told you so.
- Told me what?

That this isn't
one of those things

where you go buy her nice flowers
and everything's fine.

I didn't think so.

After all these years, regardless
of how good or exceptional it is,

you can't call it a relationship.

What is it then?

- Incest?
- Shut up.

Seriously.

It's like a photograph
of a landscape.

Imagine a pond
full of waterlilies.

But without any breeze.

You need to throw a stone

to make a wave or a ripple,

but it doesn't work.

You know why?

It's flat, two-dimensional.

And it's not your fault.

Where are you going?

Every week, I bring my daughter
for lessons with Ms. Minasian

and you ask where I'm going.

Doesn't matter if you come every day.

She's late. I'll drop her off
at the elevator and come back.

Go ahead.

What are you doing?
You passed the elevators.

I want a word with you.

I'm late.

We have time.
Give me a minute.

What is it
you're embarrassed about?

I've been wondering ever since
Ms. Hojat played us your recordings.

- You mean the voice recordings?
- Yeah.

What is it you're embarrassed about?
Whatever it is, I want to know.

- Well, I don't want you to know.
- Why not?

The recordings weren't for you
to figure out which kid was yours.

I wasn't trying to figure out
which voice was my kid's.

I know your voice,
even if they manipulate it in 1000 ways.

I haven't mentioned it for a week,
even to your mom. Ask her.

But I can't keep acting
like I didn't hear it.

So you decided to bring it up
here and now?

Why not?
Tell me and go.

Minoo,

put yourself in my shoes.
You'd ask, too.

I just want to know if anything happened
that I don't know about.

Maybe your mother and I
are at fault.

I promise not to get upset,
whatever it is.

- Don't make false promises.
- It's not.

- Of course it is.
- It's not.

How do you know you won't get upset?
Maybe it's upsetting.

So what if I get upset? Who the hell
cares? I won't take it out on you.

- Well?
- Well, what?

What is it
that's so upsetting?

Is that what I said?

Minoo, stop it.
Just tell me.

Dad, that wasn't me.
Will you let me go now?

Let me go.

Ask Ms. Hojat.
She knows everyone.

You know I'd never do such a thing.
But don't lie and say it wasn't you.

Leave whenever you want.
I'm not holding you here.

I didn't lie.

It was Raha
who said she was embarrassed.

Are you satisfied
that I ratted out my friend?

I was the one
who said I felt unsafe.

Next time, I'll add that

my dad can only have serious
conversations in parking garages.

Shall I arrange them for you?

Yes.

They're for my wife.

Guys, this is Keyvan.

Keyvan.

Arvin, Erisa, Dorsa...

We call her Dordor,
but you can't yet.

Hamoon, Helia.

Now you can't eat the cake anymore.

We'll eat it anyway.

- If we can't, it's his fault, or hers.
- We're hungry.

Where did that come from?

I want to

show you a ribbon.

This ribbon...

Well done!

A round of applause.

Your nose.

Where are the candles?

If we have any:
in the cupboard by the sink.

The other side of the street
still has electricity.

There are none here.

Then we don't have any.

Don't worry.
Come here, it's not even that dark.

The good thing about losing power is
that you can just do nothing.

Like it doesn't even count
as part of your life.

So, let's do nothing.

So, what do we do now?

You tell me.

- I saw a fox last night.
- A fox?

Yeah.

Out of nowhere.
On Farivar Street.

I got out of the car

and approached it.

It just stood there.
It wasn't afraid.

I went closer.

When I was two to three meters away,
I stopped.

We were face to face.

What happened next?

I looked at it,

spoke with it,

then got back in the car.

That's it? You left?

What should I have done?

What did it look like?

Very ordinary, but green.

- Green.
- You don't believe me?

- The lights go out and you tell stories.
- It's true.

Let me show you.

Look.

It's the light
from the hospital.

Remember when we went up north
and it was snowing?

You said everything was gray,
even the snow.

No. When?

We saw a café
and you pulled over.

I went to get some tea.

I opened the door and saw all these men
smoking opium inside.

Oh, now I remember.

You called out,
"Sima, hurry, before it runs away!"

So I closed the door
and ran back out.

That fox...

You said the fox was orange,
though it was the grayest of grays.

I want something sweet.

Like what?

Get me some quince jam.

I saw Sadaf.

By chance?

I went to pick her up.

She still works
at the same place.

Did you go to her place?

We chatted while I drove her home.

Why did you go to see her?

To hear what she thinks of me.

Concerning what?

You want the truth?

I don't know.

So what does she think of you?

That my inertia
makes people grow thorns.

To defend themselves.

Those were her words.

She laughed after she said it, too.

But she said
she was serious.

Do you agree?

I don't know what she meant
by "inertia,"

but I like your inertia.

If you see her again,
tell her.

Lately, I've been feeling like
you want me to disappear.

As though
I was never here to begin with.

No, Behzad.

What, then?

I think, after a certain point,

we started to just lean
on each other.

Back to back.

In the dark.

For fear of falling.

You understand?

Did we have a choice?

No.

But I don't want
to be scared anymore.

You shouldn't be scared, either.

Your quince jam is amazing.

The floor is nice.

What are they doing
with the furniture?

By the time this is over,
these'll be gone, too. It won't take long.

He was renovating it for his sister,
but she changed her mind.

Now he wants to rent it out.

- Why did she change her mind?
- I don't know.

So, what do you think?

I like the place.

It's the best of all the houses
I've seen so far.

If you can get him to lower
the rent a little, I'll take it.

I can only do my best.

The only thing is,
he insists on renting to a family.

Well, we're a family, too,
me and my daughter.

Can I be alone here for a bit?
Would that be OK?

I'll wait at the staircase.