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(wind blowing)

(loud electronic music)

(laughs)

- My money.
- Okay okay.

- My money!
- How are you! Come with me.

(long sniffle)

- Ah! (sniffing)

(sniffing)

- Oh...

- Come on, give me my money.

- Yeah. I had it, your money.
Well, I don't have it anymore.

- Damn, but it's not possible!

- Come on, come on, come on.

- It's your boyfriend?

- Who, Faroud?

He thinks you're my lover.

- This is exactly what I need.

- What's your name?

- Shoreh. And you?

- Malek.
- Pleased, Malek.

- Give me your number.

- No, I'm not going
to give it to you.

But on the other hand, I don't

mind if you manage to find it.

It's more romantic, right?

(sniffles)

- The girl I was talking
to, there, "Soreh"...

- Shoreh.
- Shoria?

- Shoreh.
- Shoral. You know her?

- Yeah, yeah,
it's like my sister.

- It's like your sister...
- What?

- Well, why did you
never tell me about her?

- Why would I
tell you about her?

- Give me his number. - No no.

You, all you want is to
fuck her. She's not a girl like

that. I have to protect her
from filthy Arabs like you.

- Ha! Please give
me his number.

- No, manage. - For what?

You like her?
- Oh, I just told you

that's like my sister.

- Maestro Reza,

even the little sisters,
they have needs.

- Needs?

Hey, I forbid you to see her.
You understood? Otherwise...

(remark in a foreign
language)...I'm going to tell him

how you are a motherfucker.
(words in a foreign language)

- Given. - No.

(sniffles)

- "Shoral".
- Yeah, that's it.

(ringing of keys)

(clinking of dishes)

(wind blows outside)

(long sigh)

(wind blowing)

- It can't happen like
that every time we meet.

If you don't talk
today, you're going

to have to go
back to the hospital.

(whistle of the wind)

Any regrets for surviving?

(sigh)

- No.

It's just a failure.

- Was your suicide
attempt a failure?

(sigh)

- Let's say that before, I...

I wouldn't have missed my shot.

- Before what?

- In Lebanon, before, that's it.

I wouldn't have missed my shot.

I was more...

...more brutal.

There you have it.

- And why brutal?

- It's cultural.

It's different from here.

Over there,

you can shout from one
balcony to another, insult

your neighbour's
mother, that's no problem.

You can hit a child if he
makes too much noise.

- Indeed, that, here,
is not very well seen.

But we'll come
back to what you did.

Why did you want to die?

(sigh)
- Damn...

I dunno.

I dunno.

I was...

...depressed by winter, by...

by the cold.

I'm walking down
the street, not a...

not a smile, nobody
looks at each other.

I don't know that myself.

I don't know, I was wondering
what the hell I was doing here,

what was this country...
(scratching the pen)

Then I had...

I had nothing to eat.

Nothing in the pockets...
nobody.

- Is that worse than the cold?

(whistle of the wind)

Are there things on
your mind right now?

- Find money to eat.

- Do you have social assistance?

- Yes.

- Do you have close friends?

- No, I don't have any close friends.

- I wonder about
your physical health.

- I am very well thank you.

- Are you taking drugs?

- No.

I don't take drugs.

- Your mother, how was she?

- That's it, are we coming?

Talking about his mother, right?

It's a psych thing.

- Trust me.

Your mother, how was she?

- She was brunette.

- All right.

Do you talk to him often?

- She is dead.

- Recently?

- No, some time ago.

- Did you feel pain?

- No, not really, no.

- Do you cry sometimes?

- No.

- Did you like him? - Yeah.

Yeah, I loved him.

Even when she told us
she was going to leave us.

- And why did she want to leave?

- Because my father

didn't give him enough
money for food, for life.

So she threw the money
at him and told him that...

he just had to feed us...

ours...

the retarded.

- Did your father hit her?

- Yeah.

- Was it violent?

- There was the war, too.

- That's for sure.

But at home, was it violent?

(sigh)
- I don't know,

I only knew that. My
grandfather hit my grandmother,

and then so on.

- How did you feel
to witness all this?

(sigh)
- What did it make me...

What do you want me to
tell you? Me, I was small,

I was waiting for it to pass. So.

- If I tell you to think
of a happy memory

with your mother, what
do you think about?

- To nothing.

I do not have.

Frankly, between us, if you

let me go smoke
a little cigarette

in the park, I will
talk to the squirrels.

And then, hopefully,
I'll come back

with some great
stories I can tell you.

We do that?

- We will stop here for today.

(whistle of the wind)

(audible signal of a
heavy vehicle backing up)

What do you expect
from our meetings?

(small laugh)

- Me nothing. It is...

It is the court, which
obliges me to come.

I wouldn't be here otherwise.

- Are you going to
come back anyway?

- I do not have the choice.

(birdsong)

(middle eastern music)

(roar of helicopter)

(cough)

(emergency
vehicle siren outside)

(cries of enjoyment
from the neighbors)

(emergency
vehicle siren outside)

(groans)

(startle)

(sigh)

(door clicking)

- I have the impression

that we're going to have to
talk about your sister soon.

- What are you doing here?

- SO...

Souad...
- No, no, no, no.

No no no.

- What do you
want to talk about?

- I'd rather talk
about your eyes.

Your legs, too.

The way you look at me.

- That's to say? (Malek laughs)

- You know very well.

Come join me.

- That wouldn't be
very therapeutic.

- Hmm.

The body of a woman
against me, I find that...

that is very therapeutic.

You know, I've slept
with a lot of women.

- I imagine.

- On the other hand,
happy women, me, it...

this makes me uneasy.

- Hmm.

And Shoreh...

With the life you
have, do you really

think she's going to
be interested in you?

(sigh)

- I dunno.

I'll make it right, I...

I will find a job...

Yeah, I'll find a job.

- So you really like her?

(laugh)

- Yes.

- Is she the kind of girl
you would give flowers to?

- Like yours.

- So everything's OK.

- Ah, so it's
Faroud, the traitor?

I thought it was Reza.
- Reza, you speak.

He didn't even want to give
me your number, he kept

telling me that you were...
that you weren't cut out

for me, that you were
a bit like his little sister.

- His little sister? It's not
true. He wanted so much

to sleep with me, that
for weeks he asked me

to marry her. - Serious?

- Pfft! Iranians...
they're all mama's boys.

All they want is a meal on

the table and a tidy house.

At least you're not like that.

- No.

No, me, I...
Me, I'm content with love

and fresh water. - Yeah...

I will sleep with you.

But on one condition.

You have to promise
me to tell Reza everything.

- Uh... Why?

- Reza and his friends
will think that I am with you

and they will stop harassing me.

- I really like the idea.

- Perfect.

(groans)

(grunts)

- I swear to you that tomorrow,
I will tell everything to Reza.

- The details too.

You will tell him how I
invited you into my mouth...

and how I closed
my eyes submissively.

I believe you are
going to lose a friend.

He's touchy, Reza.
- Oh. I do not care,

he's not really my friend.
We pretend.

(sniffle) - He likes
you, do you think?

Either way, he won't
want to see you anymore.

- Ah well I have to see it,

because he owes me money.

He lost his job,
so I have to wait.

- Ah good?

Me, I learned that he
had found a new one

in a restaurant. At
the Star of Persia.

- It's true?

- Yeah. It was
Faroud who told me.

- Oh, fucking liar.

(middle eastern music)

Nice shirt.

- Ah, you'd better go away.

- Pay me and I'm leaving.
(sigh)

- A Coke, please. - I thought

that you didn't have a circle.
- It's Shoreh

who lent me money. - Shoreh?

- Hmm-hmm. I
fell in love with her.

- Lover? Stop, love, you
don't even know what it is.

- Well, anyway, I fucked her.

- Did you sleep with her?

- Yes my friend. So what?

- You're so shit it
comes out of your mouth.

- She insisted.

- But how did you do it?

- Nothing, I invited her
for a coffee, and then,

we went to her house.
What do you want

what am I telling you?
You are hot Iranians.

- Pff, you annoy me with
your pretty face, there.

- Why didn't you tell me
you were in love with her?

Never... never... I would have
thought that she would go with you.

When you are nothing.
Look at you, damn.

- THANKS...

In any case, if it can reassure
you, we talked about you.

- Oh yeah? - Hmm-hmm.

She made me promise to tell

you how I made
love to her. Slowly.

So, I'll tell you.

- Are you a mythomaniac too?

A nice Iranian like her?

- Take. Kind Iranian.

- Disgusting, there.

- No no no no
no. I promised her

to tell you everything,
then you will listen to me.

- No, you're stupid, you're
not telling me anything, get out.

- You don't want me
to tell you? Pay me.

Pay me and I'm leaving.

- As soon as they give
me my stamp, I will pay you.

Now get out.

- Excuse me, can I
ask you a question?

I would like to know if you are

looking for someone
to work with.

- You have experience, at least?

- Of course, I have
already been a waiter.

- I can't believe you
asked my boss for a job.

Wait until I tell him how
much of a bastard you are.

- Listen to me: the only
scoundrel here is you.

I have to move to get
my money back. Given.

It's 40.

Damn, give me that.

- See you Friday.

- See you Friday, sir.

- Amazing.

(Latin music)

- To Reza.

I like him, deep down.
He didn't want me badly.

- No.

He was just in love.

- He's gonna let go of me now.

- GOOD.

Come.

- Do you know what we are
going to do, Faroud and I?

- No.
- We are going to see you

at the restaurant.

I will go one evening
when Raza is playing.

And I will listen
to it while watching

you spill your tray on
your poor customers.

- Come when you want.

- How beautiful you are tonight,
Malek. Come on, let's dance.

Tonight, I'm leading.

- Good morning.

- THANKS.

- I stole them for you.

- It's interesting.

Sit down.

- OK, okay, I understand.

It's good to talk about
the past, but I don't

see the point right now
for me. I live my life,

everything is fine, thank you.

- Hmm. I understand,

but you still attempted suicide.

Together, we try to see why.

(sigh) Back to your sister.

- Why do you insist?
I'm telling you

that I'm fine.

I understand for your
patients; they feel bad,

they argue with you,
and then it gets better.

But I'm fine already.

- Yes, right now.

- Well what, you have to live
in the present moment. No?

What do you actually want?

You want drama, right?

That I tell you
horrible stories?

I don't see the point.

- Go ahead, I'm listening.

- OK.

Well, I'll tell you
the story of...

of the marriage of my
sister and my brother-in-law.

That will interest you.

(whirring)

(honks)

- Your sister, is
she still with him?

- No.

- What is she doing now?

- She works in a shop.

- In Liban?

- Yeah, in Lebanon.

- And Tony?

- I dunno.

- His weapon, did he
always carry it on him?

- He was a militiaman.

All right? It was normal.

She met him like that,
everyone has a gun.

Everyone here is against guns.

You make me laugh.

It's different there. To have
a weapon is to be someone,

it is to be able to obtain
things, to defend something.

We do not have a choice.
Pacifism is a luxury.

- What do you want to say?

- You are safe here. No?

You are far from
everything, you can be

nice, cultured, you
are protected by seals,

by the oceans, by the meadows...

By the mountains.

- And...?

- And you can be a pacifist.

That's all.

It's a good job.

Eh? You are happy, right?

Nice house, a
well stocked fridge

with fruits,
vegetables and all that.

I am wrong?

- There are many people
who were born here,

poor, and who do not
have a weapon at home.

- Yes, that is democracy.

Democratic countries are less

violent, but more hypocritical.

The West is very happy
to sell its weapons.

It makes the economy prosper.

- It is true that
it is hypocritical.

And you, a weapon,
did you have one?

- No, I didn't have one,
but I managed to find one.

It's not complicated.

- And here? - What?

- Do you have a gun?

- You really believe

that if I had had a weapon
here, I would have taken

the lead in finding a branch
and a rope on Mount Royal?

- But don't you think
it's better that way?

No?

- Yeah, sure.

I have an appointment with the boss.

- He's coming. - Oh.

It's your father?

- Yeah. How do you know?

- Ah, I know some things.

There, for example, I
know that there, right away,

you would rather be somewhere else.
- Where?

- Chilling with your friends.

Eh?

Me, I love it, hanging out.

- Me too.

- Do you want to
hang out together?

I'm joking.

- My father is coming. Go away.

- It's good!

You are already there.

Mr. Shahid, welcome. - THANKS!

- Hello, Mr. Shahid.

Here is the menu of the day.

(words in a foreign language)

- Thank you, huh!

Who was it?

- A friend.

- A friend?

You two were only? - Yeah.

- Nice bottle, huh.

What's he got to look
at here? Looks like...

that he is going to recite a poem.
- Yeah.

It could be a poet.

Let's go.

(back-up sound alert)

- Come on, come on! Come.

- You're going to
take that in your face!

(laugh)

- Cowardly! Cowardly! - Take!

- Ah! Ah!

- Oh, you're mean!

Stop, stop, stop,
stop! Stopped.

Stopped.

Stop, stop, stop,
I can't breathe.

Stop, let me go! Get off
me, bastard, get off me!

Are you leaving me here?
(gasps)

When I tell you to
let go, you let me go!

(emergency vehicle
siren in the distance)

(gasps)

- Shoreh!

Shoreh!

(spitting)

- She's disturbed, that girl.

- No, she had been drinking.

- Yes, but she has problems.

- So what, she has no right?

No, you don't have any problems.

You are too naive, too innocent.

- What makes you think that?

- It shows.

Look at you there.

You had a quiet childhood.

Yeah...

With Christmas, with the lights,

snowballs...

The little yellow bus that
picked you up at school.

That's it?

Private school?

Eh? Petty bourgeois?

Eh? You speak...

- What's the difference?

- It only changes when the
worst criminal act we have done

in his life, it's smoking in
secret, we remain innocent.

(sniffing)

(wind blowing)

(clink of coins)

(clicking keys)

(sniffing)

Whore...

- Do you still smoke?

- If there is a cigarette
for me, yeah, I smoke it.

- I'm talking about drugs.

Your analyzes show
that you consume.

- No, I can't afford that.

If there's a joint,
yeah, I shoot it,

and if there's a
coke line, I take it.

What is the problem?

- You still have to be careful.

Hard drugs can cause periods

of hallucinations and delirium.

But when we first met, you

told me you didn't take drugs.

(sigh)

- I don't know, I don't
remember. Maybe.

- I wrote it down here.

So there, you are telling
me no; here, you tell me yes.

Is it true what
you are telling me?

- Yeah, it's all true.

- How do I know?

- I was stressed.

It's the first time,
it's normal. I...

So.

And now it's better.

- OK.

At work, how are you?

- Yeah.

The food is good, it's free.

- Have you seen your girlfriend?

(sniffle)
- Hmm. Yeah.

- How's it going?

- GOOD.

- We will resume with your
sister and then her husband.

- I don't know where I was.

- You said that your
brother-in-law forced the priest

to marry them.

(sigh)

- Afterwards, she got pregnant.

One day she came
home bleeding and...

he had smashed it.
She hurt all over.

I started washing her

face and she started crying.

(door slam)

- All right...

- I had no weapon, so, suddenly,

I went directly to see a bororo.

I asked him for a gun.

- Who is a bororo?
- He's the neighborhood thief.

The one I used to fly
with when I was little.

I told you, I was going through
the windows and all that.

- No.
- I never spoke to you

of a bororo? But yes, I
already told you about it.

- No.

Maybe drugs are confusing you.

- No.

- OK, so you went to see
the neighborhood thief.

- Yeah.

He said he could
get me one, but...

I had to do him a little favor,

if you know what I mean.

- Flight?

- A little more serious.

Brief...

He showed me a handful
of blank checks, and...

he could not read, nor write.

I asked him who it was,

he told me it was the priest.

(blast)

(screams)

- His plan worked?

- Hmm.

I backdated the checks.

He had found a paper
with the priest's signature.

It was easy to imitate.

He wanted to cash them
before the account was closed.

- Have you ever been caught?

- No.

- And your weapon,
did you have it?

- Hmm.

Yes.

- Did you use it?

- Shortly after, my sister,
she came to the house.

She came to take
refuge with her baby.

(loud knocks on the door)

- I'm tired here.

I can enter?

- Yes go on.

(door clicking)

(Knock Knock knock!)

- Good, you're alive.

You forgot that.

- THANKS.

Between.

Sit down.

Didn't that hurt you too much?

- Don't worry, I've had worse.

Why weren't you
answering the phone?

- I was busy.

- With your poet?

- He is a taxi driver
and his name is Majid.

He was my father's best friend.

After the revolution, they launched
an underground newspaper.

Socialist, intellectual...

The mullahs arrested
my father and tortured him.

But he never gave Majid's name.

They murdered him.

Majid managed to escape and
he ended up here, in Montreal.

A few years later, it was I
who had to leave the country.

And I contacted him.

So.

You're happy?

- I'm glad to be with you, yeah.

- Take me in Your arms.

- Malek? Could you please
bring me some dessert.

- Yes with pleasure.

Take.

- THANKS.

(small laugh)

- Your homework.

I take care of them.

Welcome. How are you?
- THANKS.

- Yeah.
- I installed you

a small table facing
the sea. Go ahead.

- Wow!

- Hold.

- THANKS. Sir's?
- But of course.

Mr. waiter, where is the menu?

- Sit down quietly...

- And Mr. waiter, the
toilets, where are they?

- This way, miss.

Just down the stairs.

- What are you doing here?

- Wasn't that an invitation?

- No.

No way.

Come on. Go to work. Go ahead.

(sinister music)

(gasps)

- Hey! Hey!

Malek, this man, do you
know who he is? Eh?

- No.
- Tell me, do you know him?

- Who?
- Let's go. Come with me.

- You do not know him?
- Come, I tell you.

- But who?

(runoff)

(rumble of the sea)

(gull cries)

- He beat her again?

- Two weeks later, when
I got back to my parents...

...I heard my sister's baby cry.

(tears)

(door slam)

(Knock Knock knock!)

- Did your sister
know about the plan?

- No.

- Carry on.

- I'll tell you the rest,

but afterwards, if you
have nothing to say

to me, I will never
set foot here again.

One day, I had an appointment
with my sister at the store.

When I arrived,
she wasn't there.

They say Tony came to get

her and
that...it...went...badly.

And I understood.

(baby crying)

(young Malek's
cries) (baby's cries)

(gun click)

(tears)

I couldn't shoot.

I was unable.

- Did you regret it?

- My sister, she died
because I was a coward.

Because I wanted
to make some money.

Because I wanted
to leave this country.

And now I am here.

(door clicking)

- Malek?

You left too quickly.

The hardest thing is done.

You got to say it.

But you just have to understand

that what happened is over.

There's a new life for you here.

- Do you really
believe what you say?

- But we have to keep going.

- I think we're both
wasting our time.

(groans)

It's weird, the two of
us here in this country.

What happened last
week at the restaurant?

Is it because of the old man
there, who ate all alone at his table?

Hmm? Tell me.

He knew you?

- If he comes back to the
restaurant, you have to call me.

Do you know where he lives?

- No.

- Can you find out?

- Yes why?

- He was the guard
of my prison in Iran.

They came to my
house when I was 18.

They told my mother
they would keep

me for 3 hours, and
kept me for 3 months.

And he raped me I don't
even know how many times.

I swore to myself
that if I ever saw

him again, I was
going to kill him.

And he is there.

Doesn't that shock you?

- Nothing human shocks me.

- I'm going to kill him.

You want to help me?

- Yes.

- You say yes like that...

Have you ever killed someone?

- No.

But I could have.

- Who?

- My brother-in-law.

He murdered my sister.

I could have killed
him, but I didn't.

- If you had another chance
to kill him, would you do it?

- I dunno.

Maybe.

- I need a gun.

I can ask Majid that,

but I'll tell him it's for you.

You will go find her.

- All right.

- I need to be alone here.

(wind blowing)

- Malek?

- Yeah?

- Who is the girl who
came the other day?

- Shoreh? For what?

- She's coming back? - Maybe.

Yeah. How do you find her?

- Very pretty.

- I only know pretty girls.

Tell me, I have a
question for you:

who is the gentleman
who came last time,

with his bodyguard?
- Mr. Shahid? - Yes.

- He's very rich. He
works for the government.

- Canadian?
- But no, silly. Iranian.

- What does he do?

- He sells, he buys. But
my father can't tell me what.

- Ah... It's a secret.

- Just ask him.
He is coming tomorrow.

(scary music)

- You have your gun.

- Give me that.

What's wrong or what?

- It's for you?

- No. It's not for
me, it's for a friend.

- You're sure?

- Yes, I'm sure,
I just told you,

it's for a friend!

(sniffing)

Anyway, you think I'm crazy.

- No.

I think you need help.

- Hmm-hmm? Liar.

You want to send
me to the hospital.

- With that, you're not
going to the hospital,

In any case.

- Do you think that if I had
killed him, the other... Tony...

Would my life be...

How do you say here?
More serene?

(indistinct murmurs)

- I dunno.

We wouldn't be here
to talk about it, anyway.

- If we had been
in another life,

well, we could
have been together.

I would have liked that.

I wish I was with
a woman like you.

- You love it?

(sob)

- Yes.

(grinding)

(rumble of the sea)

(clinking of dishes)

- Very nice piece.
Shahid will be delighted.

(scratches of a knife
on the sharpener)

(clink of coins)

(clicking keys)

- It's me.

It's confirmed,

he's coming tonight.

OK.

(door creak)

- Good evening dear friend!

(barking in the distance)

(emergency vehicle
siren in the distance)

- It's my girlfriend,
she forgot something.

(gasps)

(click of the weapon)

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(gasps)

(gunshot)