All language subtitles for Taste of Cherry.1997.720p.BluRay.AVC-mfcorrea

In the name of God

Laborers?

A laborer?
You want laborers?

No.

- You want laborers, do you?
- How many?

Take two.

- Hello, mister.
- Hello.

How are you doing?

- What are you doing?
- Playing cars.

Know how much a meal costs?

Get to the point.

100,000 tomans is nothing!

How will we pay it back?

Right, what are they asking for?

Where can we find title-deeds?

Don't hang up!
Do you want to make a call?

What?

- Do you want to use the phone?
- No.

Yes, I'm listening.

Where?

0utside the museum?
When?

All right.

Good-bye.

- I'll drop you off.
- No, I'm working.

- I'm going that way.
- I'm working.

- Don't act so proud...
- I said I'm working!

Come here.
Just a minute, please.

Hello. How are you?

If you have money problems,
I can help you.

No.

- You don't have money problems?
- No.

I can help you.

Clear off
or I'll smash your face in!

Get lost!

Hello.

- How are you?
- Fine, thanks.

What is it?
What are you collecting?

Plastic bags.

What for?

I pick them up and liquidate them
near the factory.

What happened to your finger?

I cut myself this morning.

Here?

Nice shirt!
Where did you get it?

I found it over there
last week.

Nice color, it suits you!

Know what it says on it?

Where are you from?

"Pissy, pissy...
Your dick's all sticky".

- Don't mind them.
- They're playing.

- Where are you from?
- Near Lorestan.

Not a local then,
from Lorestan.

- Are you from Lorestan too?
- You could say that.

How much do you make a day?

200, 300, 400...

700, 600.

What do you do with the money?

I send it to my family.

You want to get married?

No, I'm helping my family.

You're helping them?

So, would you do something
if I asked you?

A job?

A well-paid job.

No, I don't know how...

I just collect plastic bags
and sell them.

Why?
Where are you going?

A TASTE OF CHERRY

A film by
Abbas KIAROSTAMI

with
Homayoun ERSHADI

Abdolhosein BAGHERI
Afshin KHORSHID BAKHTARI

Safar Ali MORADI

Mir Hosein NOURI
Ahmad ANSARI

Hamid MASOUMI
Elham IMANI

Assistant cameraman
Farshad BASHIR ZADEH

Sound assistant
Sassan BAGHERPOUR

Cameraman
Alireza ANSARIAN

Titles
Mehdi SAMAKAR

1st assistant director
Hassan YEKTAPANAH

2nd assistant director
Bahman KIAROSTAMI

Editor
Abbas KIAROSTAMI

Sound
Jahangir MIRSHEKARI

Mix
Mohamadreza DELPAK

Photography
Homayoun PAYVAR

Written, produced and directed by
Abbas KIAROSTAMI

- Where are you going?
- To the barracks.

Come on, get in.

Hello.

Hello.

Are you well?
Where are you going?

Down there, not very far.

The barracks down there?

- Near the reservoir?
- Yes.

You look tired.

I guess I am.

- Are you worn out?
- Yes.

A soldier is never tired!

What do you expect?
I've walked from Darabad.

- From Darabad?
- Yes.

But today's a holiday.

I'm on duty tonight
until six in the morning.

Then what are you doing?

- Where will you go?
- To my aunt's.

She's dead, I stay
with her husband, a janitor.

How long ago were you drafted?

Two months.

- Still in training?
- Yes.

Where are you from?

Kurdistan.

- And you're in the army here?
- Yes.

Will you stay or go back after?

- No, I'll go back.
- Sorry?

- I'll go back home.
- Back to Kurdistan?

- Yes.
- Good.

What did you do
in Kurdistan?

What did you do there?

I was a farmer.

A farmer?

Have you studied?

- Were you at school?
- Not for long.

Well.

You gave up?

Why?

You know how it is.

How many people in your family?

Nine.

- Nine?
- Yes.

- They all work?
- Yes, all of them.

- Do you know anyone in Tehran?
- Yes.

- Relatives?
- Yes.

I have two brothers in Tehran.

Why don't you stay with them?

They're married,
they have small houses, children.

I can't stay there.

Do you have money?
Soldiers get pay.

- Money?
- A little... the pay's not good.

Is it enough for you?

0h no, it's not enough.

When do you have to be back by?

Six p.m.

It's five now.

You're so fond of the place,
you get there

an hour early?

No, not really... no.

We've got an hour to kill.
How about a drive?

I may have
a well-paid job to offer you

to supplement your income.

I want to be at the barracks
by six.

- What?
- I want to be back by six.

I'll drive you back.

Don't worry, you won't be late.

- Shall we go?
- Okay.

I'll get you back by six,
don't worry.

You say the barracks
aren't much fun?

I had fun
when I did my military service.

It was the best time
of my life.

I met my closest friends there.

Especially in the first
six months.

I remember we used to get up
at four in the morning.

After breakfast,
we'd shine our boots and

we'd go out on maneuvers.
The major would join us.

There were 40 to 45 men
in the regiment.

The major would start counting.

He'd tell us to repeat: One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Do you count too?
Is it the same?

Well?

How do you count?

Are you shy?

- Yes.
- What?

Why? Don't you count with
your friends at the barracks?

Yes.

So you don't think of me
as a friend.

Of course I do, we're friends.

No, you act as if
we don't know each other.

- No, it's not that.
- Well, then?

It's not that.

Listen, this is how we did it:
One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

One, two, three, four.

One, two, three, four.

- Go on, repeat after me: One.
- One,

two, three.

Is that how you do it
at the barracks?!

- Soldiers don't count like that!
- I can't help it.

You're taking me a long way!
I need to know what you want.

- What you have to do?
- Yes.

You know, son.

If I were in your shoes,
I wouldn't ask

what the job is,
but rather how good the pay is.

For someone like you

the pay's what matters.
A job is a job.

It's easy
if you look at it that way.

This isn't an ordinary job
but neither is the pay.

In ten minutes,
you can earn six months' pay.

What's the job?

Forget the job,
it's the pay that matters.

You have to tell me what it is!

Listen, when you ask a laborer
to dig foundations,

does he ask
if they're for a hospital,

a lunatic asylum or a mosque

or a school? He does his job
and gets his pay.

Ever been a laborer?

Yes.

Were you told
what you were digging for?

- No, no one told me.
- Why ask me then?

Help me out, I'll pay you.

It's not hard, you'll see.

Okay?

Where are you going?

I have to be at the barracks
by six.

I'll drive you back,
wait a while.

I want to get out!

I want to get out!

- Get out?
- Yes.

A call of nature?

No, I was thinking
I could go.

Why did I ask you to come?
You think I'm nuts?

Do I look nuts?

I was thinking
I ought to get back.

I promised I'd get you back
by six and I will.

Wait a while.

Come on, get out a minute.

- I need to get back.
- Get out, I'll explain.

You see that hole.

That hole there.

Now listen carefully.

At six in the morning,
come here and call me twice:

"Mr. Badii! Mr. Badii!"

If I reply, take my hand
to help me out of there.

There's 200,000 tomans
in the car.

Take it and go.

If I don't reply,

throw in 20 spadefuls of earth
on top of me.

- Then take the money and go.
- Take me back.

Keep it. Take me back!

I don't want to cause trouble.

- Trouble? What trouble?
- I don't want it. It's late.

I want to go back. I don't want
to be involved in all this.

You can't throw 20 spadefuls
of earth in that hole?

Right now,
I really need you,

otherwise I wouldn't have
begged you.

You want me to beg you?
Is that what you want?

No, why would you beg me?

What does "need" mean?

What does "help" mean?
"Help" isn't necessarily paid for,

but I'll give you money,
I'll help you.

Don't you need money?
Are you sure?

Of course I do.

Well?
Isn't 200,000 enough?

It's not that.
I can't do this for you.

It's not a matter of money.

You can't throw earth in a hole?

Yes, but not on top of someone,
not on someone's head.

You can't throw earth
on someone!

If he was alive,
he'd stand up to respond.

Look, I really need your help.
I'm not mad!

When you throw the earth in,
the man won't be alive,

or he wouldn't be in that hole.

Do you understand now?

Do you understand me?

Yes.

So if you understand,
get out, come and see.

When you come back here
at six tomorrow morning.

Is your barracks over there?

From there to here
will only take you 20 minutes.

Call my name twice:
"Mr. Badii, Mr. Badii!"

If I reply, you'll take my hand
to help me climb out.

You'll get paid.

But if I don't reply...

Get out.

Get out!

Get out, come and see!

It's God's will I should need you

and you don't want to help!

You don't want to?!

You won't bury me alive!

Right now,
they're burying dozens of people.

As we speak, dozens
of dead people are being buried.

- You've never seen a gravedigger?
- No, never.

I'm not a gravedigger.

I don't bury people.

I know you're not a gravedigger.

If I'd wanted one,
I'd have fetched one.

It's you I need.

You're like my son.

Help me.

I have to beg?

Is that what you want?

No, what's the use of begging?

Get out then,
come and have a look.

Maybe you'll feel up to it.

20 spadefuls of earth.

Just 20,
Each paid 10,000 tomans.

Where are you from?

- Kurdistan.
- You're a Kurd!

A Kurd has to be brave.

You people have fought
so many wars,

known such suffering...
Your villages have been decimated.

You've probably used a gun,
right?

Know what a gun is?
Why you're given one?

So you can kill when you need to.

I don't want to give you
a gun to kill me.

I'm giving you a spade, a spade.

You're a farmer, right?

Just pretend you're farming

and that I'm manure to be spread
at the foot of a tree.

Is that hard?

You're destined to use a gun,
not a spade!

You can't even use a spade!

Thank you!

Thank you very much!

- Hello.
- Hello.

- How are you?
- Well, thanks.

- What's that machine for?
- Making cement.

Really?
Why isn't it working?

This place is closed now.
The workers aren't here.

So what are you doing here?

I'm the security guard.

- Are you alone?
- Yes.

All alone... Do you enjoy that?

Come and join me.

- I don't want to disturb you.
- Come on up!

- I have to climb this ladder?
- Yes.

- How can you climb this?
- I'm used to it.

- You're used to it.
- Yes.

- Hello.
- Hello.

What a nice place.

Nice? It's nothing
but earth and dust.

You don't think earth's nice?

Earth gives us
all the good things!

So according to you, all good
things return to the earth.

I think you're?

I'm Afghani.

- Where from?
- Mazar-e Sharif.

That's a strange name.
Whose "Mazar" is it?

It's the tomb of the Imam Ali.

It's a place of pilgrimage.

Isn't the Imam Ali's tomb
in Najaf?

Yes, but some people think
it's in Mazar-e Sharif.

Strange.

What are you doing?

I'm making myself an omelet.
It isn't worthy of you.

I'll make you some tea.

Thank you very much!

Don't you get bored here alone?

I'm used to it.
I'm used to loneliness too.

Do you know that man?

Yes, he's a fellow countryman.

He's Afghani?

Yes, he's a "seminarist".
He's here for his holidays.

A "seminarist"?
He should be in a seminary.

He felt lonely,
he came to see me.

He's been here
for two or three nights.

Is he staying for good?

Of course not... just three nights.

I didn't catch what you said.

- Is he staying tonight?
- Yes, he's staying.

You're not entirely alone then.

No, not entirely alone.

- Is he Afghani too?
- Yes.

So many Afghanis around here!

There've been a lot
since the war in Afghanistan.

Between 2 and 3 million Afghanis
live in Iran.

With the war here,
why didn't they go back?

The war against Iraq
only concerned the Iranians.

But the war at home concerned us.

And our war didn't concern you?

You could say your war
troubled us,

but the Afghanistan War
was harder... more painful for us.

Tell me,

today's a holiday,
so why are you here alone?

You feel sad, so do I.

Come for a drive. We can
get a change of scene, talk.

I'm the security guard here,
I'm in charge.

- A guard in this place?
- Yes.

But who could carry off
a machine that heavy?

It's a holiday.
No one needs guards. Come on.

Let's get some fresh air.
Everything's safe.

It's my duty.
We all have our responsibilities.

- I can't leave my post.
- You really can't?

No, sorry.

I thought
we could get some air.

I'll go and see your friend,
the seminarist.

Maybe we'll go
for a drive together.

I've made some tea.

Leave it for later.
Good-bye.

- Try going the other way.
- The ladder moves!

It's dangerous! Mend it.

You can mend it
by wrapping fuse-wire around it.

Are you well?

You're Afghani, aren't you?

Yes.

What are you doing?

I've got three days' holiday.

I was alone, I felt down.

My friend Ahmad was alone too
so I came here to visit him.

I meant
what are you doing in Iran?

I study at the Tchizar seminary.

Aren't there any seminaries
in Afghanistan?

Yes, there are some.
But there was a war on.

And my seminary wasn't
that good,

so my father told me
to study in Iran or at Najaf.

So I came to study in Iran.

What about the fees?
Does your father send you money?

My father isn't that well-off, no.

The seminary pays me 2,000 tomans.

During the summer, I work

to build up my savings.

What kind of work?

I work as a laborer,
simple work.

I didn't know a seminarist
could work as a laborer.

When you need to, you work.

So if a job comes along,
you take it?

Yes.

Aren't you wondering
why I've offered you a ride?

Yes.

I know that your duty
is to preach and guide people.

But you're young, you have time,
you can do that later.

It's your hands that I need.

I don't need your tongue

or your mind.

I'm lucky that those hands
belong to a true believer.

With the patience, endurance
and perseverance that you learn,

you're the best person
to carry out this job.

You're not telling me
what I have to do.

I know my decision
goes against your beliefs.

You believe God gives life
and takes it when He sees fit.

But there comes a time
when a man can't go on.

He's exhausted and
can't wait for God to act.

So he decides to act himself.

There, that's what's
called "suicide".

You see, the word "suicide"

isn't only made
for dictionaries.

It has to have
a practical application.

And here's the application.

Man has to decide
on its application.

I don't really understand.
Tell me what I have to do.

If I can, I'll do it for you.

I've decided to free myself
from this life.

What for?

It wouldn't help you to know
and I can't talk about it.

And you wouldn't understand.

It's not because
you don't understand,

but you can't feel what I feel.

You can sympathize, understand,

show compassion.
But feel my pain? No.

You suffer and so do I.
I understand you.

You comprehend my pain
but you can't feel it.

That's why I ask you
to be a true Moslem

and help me. Can you?

Yes, I understand you.
But suicide is wrong.

Since the Hadiths,
our twelve Imams and the Koran

refer to suicide

and say that man
mustn't kill himself.

God entrusts man's body to him.

Man must not torment that body.

I understand you, but suicide,
viewed from every angle...

That's right,

but I told you
that I didn't need a lecture.

If I had wanted a lecture
I'd have turned to someone

with more experience,
who's finished his studies.

I'm simply asking
for a helping hand.

My hand does God's justice.

What you want
wouldn't be just.

I know that suicide
is one of the deadly sins.

But being unhappy
is a great sin too.

When you're unhappy
you hurt other people.

Isn't that a sin too?

When you hurt others,
isn't that a sin?

Hurting your family...
your friends,

hurting yourself,

isn't that a sin?

If I hurt you,
that isn't a sin,

but if I kill myself,
it is?

You're right,

hurting the people close to you
is a great sin too.

I think that God is merciful
and so great

that He doesn't want to see
His creatures suffer.

He's so great
that He can't possibly

want to force us to live.

That's why He grants man
this solution.

Have you ever thought
about the meaning of this?

I've thought about it
but not like you have.

In any case
our talk won't get us anywhere.

This isn't the time or place.

Get out now. Next to that tree,
there's a hole.

Go and look.
I'll explain afterwards.

Go on. Take a look.

Get in.

I'll explain now.

I've decided to swallow

all my sleeping pills tonight

and then come and lie down
in that hole.

To sleep.

What I want you to do
is wait until dawn,

then come here
like a kind brother

and cover me with soil.
That's all.

Of course,

I follow the Koran
when it says-

This work will bring you
not only Heaven's reward,

but also a material reward so you
won't need to work this summer.

The Koran says,

You shall not kill yourself.

What's the difference
between killing someone

and killing yourself?

Killing yourself is killing.

What's your decision?

Why don't you get out?

My friend has cooked an omelet
and it smells good. Let's eat.

You'll find a solution.

Thank you! I know he's cooked
but eggs are bad for me!

Some other time! Good-bye!

Mister, mister.

Mister, move your car.
The digger has to work.

Clear the way.

Move your car,
the digger has to work.

What are you doing here?

This is no place to sit down!

Are you sick?
Come on, move your car!

You can't sleep here!

If you want cement,
you have to go to the office.

Come on, take your car.

Why have you come here?

Are you sick?

Do you want some tea?

Stand up, take your car.

Come on... Come on.

Thank you.

So, no more questions?

No.

You've got your bearings?
That tree is a good landmark.

Yes.

So, no more questions?
No problems?

No problems but...

But what?

When you want to help someone.

You have to do it properly,
with all your heart.

It's better...
more just and more reasonable.

You can even use your hands
instead of a spade.

Keep your feelings
for more essential things.

But how?

What's your job?

I already told you.

What specialization?

Shoveling earth
doesn't require specialization.

Just shoveling earth.

If I could help in another way,

I'd prefer that.

Just do what I ask.

But what help?

If a man
wants to help his fellow man,

he ought to do it differently!

He can save a life.

I won't be responsible
for someone's death,

but, since you ask,
I'll say yes.

But it's hard.
Admit that it's not easy!

If you don't explain your problem,

who can help you?
You don't know me.

But you have relatives,
friends, a brother.

Forgive me for prying.

It's either a family problem
or debts.

Every problem has its solution.

But if you don't talk,

no one can help you.

We all have problems in life.

If we all chose this way
out of every tiny problem,

there would be no one
left on earth.

Isn't that right? No one!

Not a living soul!

Turn left, please.

- I don't know this road.
- I know it.

It's longer
but better and more beautiful.

I've been a prisoner
of this desert for 35 years.

I'll tell you something
that happened to me.

It was just after I got married.

We had all kinds of troubles.

I was so fed up with it
that I decided

to end it all.

One morning, before dawn,

I put a rope in my car.

My mind was made up,
I wanted to kill myself.

I set off for Mianeh.
This was in 1960.

I reached
the mulberry tree plantations.

I stopped there.
It was still dark.

I threw the rope over a tree
but it didn't catch hold.

I tried once, twice
but to no avail.

So then I climbed the tree

and tied the rope on tight.

Then I felt something soft
under my hand. Mulberries.

Deliciously sweet mulberries.

I ate one.
It was succulent,

then a second and third.

Suddenly, I noticed

that the sun was rising
over the mountaintop..

What sun, what scenery,

what greenery!

All of a sudden, I heard
children heading off to school.

They stopped to look at me.

They asked me to shake the tree.

The mulberries fell and they ate.

I felt happy.

Then I gathered some mulberries
to take them home.

My wife was still sleeping.

When she woke up,
she ate mulberries as well.

And she enjoyed them too.

I had left to kill myself

and I came back with mulberries.

A mulberry saved my life.

A mulberry saved my life.

You ate mulberries,

so did your wife,
and everything was fine.

No, it wasn't like that,
but I changed.

Afterwards, it was better
but I had in fact changed my mind.

I felt better.

Every man on earth
has problems in his life.

That's the way it is.
There are so many people on earth.

There isn't one family
without problems.

I don't know your problem,

otherwise I could explain better.

When you go to see a doctor

you tell him where it hurts.

Excuse me,
you're not Turkish, are you?

Here's a joke.
Don't feel offended.

A Turk

goes to see a doctor.
He tells him:

"When I touch my body
with my finger, it hurts.

"When I touch my head, it hurts,
my legs, it hurts,

"my belly, my hand, it hurts."

The doctor examines him
and then tells him:

"Your body's fine
but your finger's broken!"

My dear man,
your mind is ill,

but there's nothing wrong
with you. Change your outlook.

I had left home to kill myself,

but a mulberry changed me,

an ordinary, unimportant mulberry.

The world isn't the way
you see it.

You have to change your outlook
and change the world.

Be optimistic.

Look at things positively.

You're in your prime!

Because of some minor problem
you want to commit suicide.

For one single problem.

Life is like a train
that keeps on moving forward

and then reaches the end
of the line, the terminus.

And death waits at the terminus.

Of course,
death is a solution,

but not at first,
not during your youth.

Forgive me for dragging you off
along this rocky road.

You think something is good,
then realize you're wrong.

The main thing is to think hard.

You believe what you do is right,

but then you realize
that you're wrong.

Talk, say something
to give me a breather.

I've talked too much,
I've said everything.

I've given a whole speech.
Just say something!

Turn left here, please.

In any case, if you don't talk,
I'll talk some more.

If you don't talk,
I will.

Have you lost all hope?

Have you ever looked at the sky
when you wake in the morning?

At dawn, don't you want to see
the sun rise?

The red and yellow of the sun
at sunset,

don't you want to see that
anymore?

Have you seen the moon?
Don't you want to see the stars?

The night of the full moon,

don't you want to see it again?
You want to close your eyes?

Please, take the right fork!

The people on the other side
would like to take a look here

and you want to rush over there!

Don't you ever want to drink
water from a spring again?

0r wash your face in that water?

Turn right!

If you look at the four seasons,

each season brings fruit.

In summer, there's fruit,
in autumn too,

winter brings different fruit
and spring too.

No mother can fill her fridge

with such a variety of fruit
for her children.

No mother can do as much
for her children

as God does for His creatures.

You want to refuse all that?
You want to give it all up?

You want to give up
the taste of the cherries?

Don't. I'm your friend,
I'm begging you!

Turn right.

Turn right,
this is the main road.

Turn left, please.

Before I get out,

I'm going to sing you
a song in Turkish.

It means: "My love,
I'm flying off, come to me

"I'm hounded from my friend's
garden, come to me

"From happy days before

"I've fallen on hard times,
come to me".

Tell me,
we barely know each other.

You go, I'm your friend.
You stay, I'm your friend.

In any case, I'm your friend.

You stay, I'm your friend.
You go, I'll be your friend too.

Good-bye.

Do you work here?

Wait.
Tell me what you do.

I told you, I work here
at the Natural History Museum.

No, I mean tomorrow morning.

Tomorrow, I come at dawn.
I call twice:

"Mister... Mister..."

Badii!

Badii, and you reply.

Then I take your hand
to help you out.

And if I don't reply?

You will reply! Inch'Allah,
I know what you'll say.

But what if I don't reply?

I'll do what you asked me to do,

don't worry!

Say it to put my mind at ease.

Some things

are easier to do than to say.

In any case, you'll do it.

If it wasn't for my child,
I wouldn't.

Believe me, it's hard.

It's a deal.

I come
and I cover you with earth.

You take your money
and you leave.

What a relief for you!

I must go,
the kids are waiting.

May this money help
to cure your child.

Keep your promise,
or you won't be blessed.

I hope you'll be all right.

Take this now.
You'll get the rest tomorrow.

Thanks for bringing me back here.
Thanks again!

I'll see you at six tomorrow.
0r rather, you'll see me at six.

God willing, you'll see me too.

Take it, take the money.

Thank you but no.
After I do the job.

Sir, please,
could you take our photo?

It's all set,
just press the button.

Thank you.

Hey, what's wrong?
Are you in a hurry to die?!

He's crazy, man!

Sir.

I want to see the man
who just came in.

- Many men come in.
- He had a blue jacket.

His name?

He works here.
He was carrying a bag.

Many men work here.

He had a bag full of quails

for the students.
To stuff them.

What's his name?

I don't know.
He has a sick child, with anemia.

0h, you mean the old man
who works in the workshop.

Mr. Bagheri.

Yes, Mr. Bagheri.
Could you call him?

We can't do that.

- Can I go in?
- You need a ticket.

Please! How much is it?

- 100 tomans.
- Where do I go now?

Follow the path, turn right

behind the main building.
You'll find "Taxidermy".

Taxidermy.

Four, please.

Thanks, Mr. Bagheri.
More partridges!

Just as good! What you get
is a matter of luck.

Please, girls.

A partridge or a quail.

We were supposed to study quails!

Birds don't fall into the net
to make you happy.

Mr. Bagheri, someone for you.

First, you have to lie them
on their backs

and wet the thorax feathers
with a sponge.

Then slit them open
with a scalpel

along the whole length
of the body.

Don't cut too deeply
or the innards will spill out.

Mr. Bagheri,
come and sit with me.

No, thank you. I'm busy.

- Mr. Bagheri, are you well?
- Yes, thank you.

That white coat suits you.

Thank you very much.

What were you doing?

- What birds have you handed out?
- Quails.

Quails?
Did you kill them?

Yes. For work.

You're well then?

- I have something to tell you.
- Go on.

When you come in the morning,

bring two small stones
and throw them at me.

I might just be asleep
but still alive!

Two stones aren't enough.
I'll use three.

Shake my shoulders too!
Perhaps I'll be alive.

You promised me!

Even if they behead me,
I'll keep my word.

You promised. Don't forget,
don't let me down.

Can you hear me?

Tell your men to stay
near the tree to rest.

The shoot is over.

We're here for a sound take.