All language subtitles for Septembers.Of.Shiraz.2015.1080p.Bluray.Filmxy.Vip

Come on! Let's go out!

No, khanoum,
it's too heavy for you.

Habibeh, you've
been working since 5:00 am,

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 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-, you know.

He 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 Khomani 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.

Oh, 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?

They're sitting on a time bomb.

You see what
that does to you?

It's not good for you.

You get totally wound up.

I am 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.

Momma, Papa, you okay?

We're all
right, sweetheart.

What happened?

It must have
been a bad tube.

Yeah.

I, 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 is not
something-

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, Papa.

Bye.

Lock your door.

Go on, you're gonna be late.

Shirin, your scarf.

How pretty.

Beautiful, Harad.

Thank you, boss.

Excellent.

No, we're actually
ahead of schedule.

Yes, we'll ship the
orders tomorrow.

Thank you.

Thank you,
likewise, a pleasure.

Bye.

Brother Amin, we
are 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?

I'm a gemologist,
and a jeweler.

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 am 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 your wife?

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, would you please
tell me that she's all right?

Too many factors play
against you at the moment.

Hello.

Farnaz.

Navid! Thank
god, you called.

I've 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 is
not one of them.

Who is this?

I'm a friend.

All right, wait here.

You see, khanoum, it
was good that you brought me.

He liked the idea of
someone like you would have

a friend like me.

Come in.

It will be all right.

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 of yours.

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 theater,
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.

Ask Allamfor- 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 center 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.

Do 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 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.

You can make it stop.
You can make it stop!

Hello.

Momma, it's me.

Parviz.

I'm just- 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 Papa?

He's- he's still at the
office, working late.

Listen, sweetheart,
would it be all right

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 all right?

Yeah...

I'm getting up.

This practice,
khanoum, will have to stop.

Oh, I
only had one glass.

One glass or ten,
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.

Vartan.

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, hey.

Everything is okay, don't
worry. Don't worry.

Morteza,
what is going on here?

Nothing, nothing, we're
just trying to move the

equipment and the stones
to a more secure location.

The stones?

Yes, to protect them
from the revolutionaries.

We think they may
want to seize them. Okay?

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, no, you cannot
go in now.

Don't come in, 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.

You're not going in. I'm
asking you nicely.

Don't let this get nasty.
I'm telling you-

Farnez... Farnaz.

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 some sense into
them, but there was no use.

They said- 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 could 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
even 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?

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.

They were all equal.
Muslim, Christian, Jew...

didn't matter.

What a great empire.

Oh, what
would you 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?

Barbarians.

No...

not all of us.

You're gonna throw this
to them or get a picture?

Not yet.

Take a picture for her.

Wait maybe a pin-
- Sorry, sorry-

Mom! What
happened here?

I looked everywhere
for that ring.

It's just not here.

Look at Papa's head.

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...

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.

Momma?

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.

Papa 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
straightened with desire?

Oh, it's beautiful!

Look at the kitchen!

You like it?

Can we afford it?
Yes.

Oh, it's beautiful!
It's beautiful!

Want to see the
best part?

- Yeah.
- The bedroom.

No, I'm kidding. Come on.
It's not that, but come on.

Okay.

Close your eyes.

No!

Oh... a
reflecting pool.

It needs some water.

You always talked about
the one you had growing up.

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?

Radio!

I have to go
check on my daughter.

You're not
going anywhere.

I'll be right back.

Sit!

The ring...

give it to me or
I'll cut it off.

Give it to me now!

Momma.

Where were you?

I was hungry.

I was in the kitchen.

Well, now
that you are here,

show me where your
mother keeps herjewelry.

Goodbye, Sister.

It's okay.

Everything is going
to be all right, baby.

Ramin...
eat yes.

- Praise Allah.
- 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 all right.

Isaac it will be all
right, you will see.

72 virgins may be
waiting for each of us.

Isaac!

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 is becoming.

In a few years, he will 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 someplace else

for safe keeping,
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 are 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 that 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 the
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 the 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
jeweler 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 enjoy spending time with
my family or being alone.

Then we 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 Mostafa, your
next man is ready for you.

Oh, no, please.

I swear, I'm not-
please, Brother, please.

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,

and 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 would have a child.

That little boy is a miracle,
the badge of his faith.

He's not a bad man.

You may have trouble believing
that, but he is 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?

Momma.

Sweetheart,
how are you?

I'm great.

Actually I've just about to
play baseball with my friends,

but 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? It must be
close to midnight there, right?

Momma?

Momma, what's going on?

Momma, 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 have
left when you did.

It's okay.

No, it's not.

Please, Momma, ssh.

It's okay, Momma.

I'm so sorry.

I just loved who we were here.

Okay, I'm coming home.

- Nah, nah, nah-
- Momma, please!

You stay in
school where 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.

Please.

Okay,
okay, I- I promise.

I need to
leave the line open,

in case your uncle calls, okay?

And what about Shirin?

She's upstairs...

asleep.

We are okay.

We will see you very soon.

We love you very much.

I love you, too.

What do you
say in defence?

What I said before.

That I am innocent.

I will also say this, 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 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's savings.

Everything.

Every pilgrim goes
to Mecca his own way.

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,

there must be something.

Let's go... back to prison.

But-
No, no-

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, no, please!

Please, they will-
they will 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 goin'.

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.

You're free?

Didn't your
friends tell you?

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?

I was trying to figure out
what's been taken from you.

You know, I wanted to
keep a record for you.

I am not a
half-wit, 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 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?

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 artison 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?

Thinking if he's good
enough for the queen,

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?

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!

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 have 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...
- Momma...

I- I'm doing this for you.

- Then I'm asking
you not to.

- It's because
you've been so coward,

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!
Before I kill you!

Mother!

Before I kill you!

Mother! Okay! Okay! 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.

I'll 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.

Need to go Amin.

I stop. You're going to need...

Stop eating,
you have to wait.

What are you looking for?

- Do we have any wine?

- It is from Passover.

- That will do.

- Say no.

- I should have waited.

Maybe if he'd fallen asleep, I
could have 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?

A little?

- L'chaime.

- Salud.

- 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.

Farvaz, 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.

Come.

This just came in.

- Farnaz.

They've seen us.

Shit, hang on.

- 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.

- 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, go, go, go!

Get in. Get in. 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.

- They have orders
to take you in.

What?

- Patch me through
to brother Mansoor

- Yes.

- We have the suspect.

- You're clear.

- You can go now.

- This is the border.

- You're free.