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BEAUTIFUL CITY

Who?

A'la?

-Hurry up, Mr. Arab. -What happened?

-A'la slit his wrist. Search me. -No need.

A'la, A'la, A'la!

Yes, my dear!

In honor ofAkbar.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday to you!

One, two, three.

Hurray! Hurray!

The cake is messed up. Let's eat Barbary bread.

Fill yourselves up.

Barbary... Barbary... Barbary!

Akbar!

Guys, come and see what's wrong with Akbar.

Leave him alone.

Get out.

Come here.

What is it?

Nothing, sir.

Solitary confinement!

Why did you hit me?

So that next time you throw a party, you'll invite us.

We wanted to make him feel good before he goes to prison.

Everyone's feeling great, thanks to you!

Leave him alone.

-48 hours of solitary. -I won't go.

You won't go? Tough shit. Shut up.

Go on. Go to solitary. Take him to solitary.

Okay, I'll take him.

Come.

You're asking for it.

As soon as I get out here, I'll show him.

-Cut the crap. -He's bossing me around.

It seems like you don't know what you did today.

What did I do? Just threw a party. Is that a sin?

Who are you to remind him that he is 18 today?

-He's my buddy. -You call this friendship?

-I just wanted to make him happy. -So, why isn't he happy?

I don't know.

But I know.

It's because he turned 18 today.

He can be executed now.

Understand?

Take him.

Get in.

Don't be afraid.

I believe we'll get his consent.

Listen, be careful. Adult prison is different.

Don't hang out with anyone. Don't interfere in anything.

Mind your own business.

-Get it? -Okay.

When you finally get released, you'd better bring me a present

or I'll send you to solitary for a whole week!

You're leaving early today.

I'm going to talk to the plaintiff in the boy's case.

Aren't you fed up already?

It's the last time, maybe it'll work.

You'll disgrace yourself. This guy won't accept.

It won't hurt to try again.

Remember what I told you two years ago?

Even if we try for another 1 0 years, begging and crying...

at the end, he'll ask for retaliation. Don't you get it?

If it were anybody other than Akbar, I'd let it go.

But this kid doesn't deserve to be hanged.

An eye for an eye-- he killed her so he should die.

This is the fair result, the rest is nonsense.

Get something for him on the way.

Mr. Ghafoori. Mr. Ghafoori. A'la attempted suicide. He's dying.

-Where is he now? -In the bathroom.

He's coming.

Cut me.

Hurry up. Cut me with the edge.

Hold it straight. Hurry up, stupid.

Don't be afraid. Cut. Hurry up.

You bastard!

I got here a bit early, huh?

How did you manage to kill your dad with all this courage, sissy?

He killed everyone.

Honey...

Get lost.

Why did you want to cut yourself?

So they take you to the hospital and then you can run away?

I know your type. I wasn't born yesterday.

-I've got to get out of here. -What's there for you out there?

Are your wife and kids waiting for you, or your folks?

-I've got something to do. -Really?

Have you found a new job? Or do you want to keep stealing?

-I'll run away. -So do it.

Go on.

I got to go because ofAkbar.

-To do what? -To get the plaintiff's consent.

-Really? -I will. I always get what I want.

Great! You'll make it worse!

Will they execute him twice if I make it worse?

-It's not your responsibility. -Then whose responsibility is it? Yours?

You haven't done a thing in the past two years.

-We would if we could, you ass. -I'll do it.

I'll hang on to them until I do. I'm a coward if I don't.

You can try when you leave.

He'll be executed by then. I've got to go now.

It's not in my hands. Go to your cell.

If you continue these games, I'll send you to solitary.

Come on.

How much more time do you have in here?

28 days.

If you had four good behavior reports, we could do something for you...

but it's all fighting and suicide attempts.

My file is bad but Akbar's file is full of good behavior reports.

-Do this for him! -Take your hands off!

I swear, if I get out of here and get his consent,

I'll come back and stay two months instead of 28 days.

Go get me the razor, if you want to have your first good behavior report!

I'm at your service!

Get lost.

-You've changed! -I've said my morning prayers, sir.

How many verses?

-What? -How many verses?

All of them.

Did you shower before praying?

Have you seen these pictures?

To hell with you!

May I go? Is it all right?

Bring me the rest of them tomorrow.

I swear there are no more.

A person who prays never lies. You have more.

-Okay, I'll bring them. -Bye.

Bring his file. Let's see what we can do.

Add a few good behavior reports to his file.

Don't bother. He'll be released in 20-30 days.

If he wanted to change, he would have changed by now.

The remaining time is for the penalty he got.

A'la Pour Salehi!

Pack your stuff and come to the office.

Pour Salehi, to the office.

See that blue window? That's Akbar's sister's house.

Go and talk to her.

Make arrangements to go to the old man's house with her.

If you go alone, you'll mess it up.

When you go there, be careful what you say.

Don't argue. Be polite.

Now, get out.

Who are you looking for?

-Huh? -Who are you looking for?

What's it to you?

I ask who you're looking for, and you bully me?

-My buddy's sister. -Akbar?

-Is she here? -No.

When will she be back?

God knows. Tell me what you want and I'll tell her.

-I have to talk to her myself. -She's not here.

Give me a soda. A cold one.

Do you want some?

Don't drink it! Give it to me.

You're not doing too well, huh?

Don't make trouble. Go away.

Once again, you put this child under the blazing sun?

-Why do you keep nagging? -Don't make a scene. Go in.

-Are you stupid to put him here? -Yeah, I'm stupid.

-You're going to kill him. -Are you Akbar's sister?

Get lost. What do you want?

I'm Akbar's friend from the juvenile detention center.

-I'm talking to you. -It's none of your business!

Are you a dog, barking at anyone that passes by?

You don't even have a relative for me to call a dog.

-Go back. -Shut up.

-Is he your husband? -Forget about him.

How's Akbar? Is he good?

Yeah, he's just scared.

Why?

They are going to hang him soon.

Be quiet. Let me see what's going on.

-When do they want to hang him? -Very soon.

He asked me to get the plaintiff's consent.

I swear, I've been there more than a thousand times the past two years.

I've cried, I've begged.

Last time, I even tried to kiss his hand. He punched me in the head.

I've had a headache for a month.

I'm ashamed to visit Akbar.

How long can I keep lying to him?

Does he have any other relatives besides you?

No one.

If we had an elder, we wouldn't be in this situation.

My life or death won't make any difference to him.

You mean, you don't want to do anything for him?

What can I do?

How many more times can I carry this kid to their house and be insulted?

-Maybe the guy wants money. -No.

Even if he does, where do I get it from?

Come on. Get out of here.

Leave her alone.

Stop!

What did you get from that junkie?

-Yes? -Excuse me, do you know him?

-He's a relative. -Can I have a glass of water?

Give him his bag and let him go.

-Is anything wrong, sir? -No, nothing.

-Want a soda? -Is it cold?

-Don't act cheeky with me. -It's pretty cold.

God have mercy if we catch you red-handed.

No, sir. I'm just doing business. Just making a living.

Strangers only come here to buy drugs.

-Come in and freshen up. -No, just give me a glass of water.

Which prison did they take Akbar to?

I can ask if you want.

No. When you go visit him, don't say you've seen me.

I won't visit him unless I get his consent.

-Do you want to see the plaintiff? -Yeah.

Do you have his address?

I'll get it from juvenile detention.

Come by and we'll go together.

-When should I come by? -I go to work in the afternoons.

Wait by the tracks. I'll see you from the window.

Okay.

Does your husband sell envelopes too?

-No. -Bye.

Who is it?

Here, the keys.

You're leaving early today.

I have something to do. Give me an envelope.

Keep the change and give me some aspirin.

You never went to the doctor.

-Sorry I'm late. -It's okay.

-Let me carry that. -Thanks.

Quit staring. The board's over there.

Hold him.

And this.

If he starts crying, walk him. He'll calm down.

-Give that to me. -You mean, I shouldn't come in?

Let me go alone this time.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Is your husband in? -No, he's gone out.

Please! Do you know how far I've come in this heat, with the child?

You want to be insulted again? Haven't you had enough?

If it makes him feel better.

He's gone through a lot.

-I beg you. -Let me see what I can do for you.

-Why are you upset? -Have I come here to babysit?

You don't know him. He'll get angry if he sees the two of us.

I'm a woman. If I go alone, he'll be calmer.

If he's in a good mood, I'll call you.

He said, "Don't let her in."

Let me in. Tell him I entered by force.

You come and go. I have to put up with his anger.

Please, dear.

Hopefully, today I'll get his consent and then I'll get lost.

-He's with a patient. -Please. I'll wait until he leaves.

He went to the cemetery today. He's in a bad mood.

By God, let me come in. I'll be back in two minutes.

-So, don't tell him I let you in. -Okay, don't worry.

Thank you so much. Thanks. God bless your parents.

Throw it out or I'll do it.

There's a Koran in it. Will you throw that out as well?

Listen to me.

I have to go.

-Mr. Abolqasem! -Put this away before you talk.

Mr. Abolqasem.

Akbar turned 18.

They're taking him to be executed.

He's not the same person you saw in court two years ago.

He's aged, he looks like a corpse. He's become skin and bones.

I swear, the pain he has endured has been worse than 1 00 executions.

I wish he was here so you could see him. Then you'd forgive him.

Mr. Abolqasem, there's not much time left.

If you don't give your consent, they'll kill him.

Are you done?

He's the only one I have.

All my hope is for him to come out after five or 1 0 years and support me.

Don't waste your breath.

I won't give my consent to pardon him.

-I'm sure that if Maliheh-- -Don't bring up my daughter's name.

Who let her come in?

Do you live in that house?

-Hello. -Hello.

The baby's hungry. Tell his mom to come feed him.

-Her milk will make the child sick. -What should I do?

Here, give him to me.

Oh my God! Help me!

Shame on you. She's a woman. Shame on you.

Did he hit you?

Why are you lying? I saw him kick you out.

-What do you want to do? -He has no right to hit a woman!

I dare you to come out!

-Son of a-- -Quiet.

Get back.

Didn't I tell you to get back?

Where's my kid?

Didn't they give him to you?

He dreams that all the animals of the jungle threw a party for him.

-The deer gets very happy. -Darling, I have to take him.

Okay, and they all lived

happily ever after.

Here, the envelope you wanted.

Do you want to write a letter to your girlfriend?

Doesn't she have a phone?

A girlfriend without a phone is useless.

Especially to someone in jail.

I told you not to come in because I knew this would happen.

I'm willing to do anything forAkbar.

To be humiliated, insulted, to beg, to lie.

But I don't like anyone to see me in that situation.

Sir, stop in front of the hospital.

-Two passengers. -No, just one.

Two, please. Thanks.

Listen, be careful. Pretend I don't know why you're here.

If he finds out, I'll be in big trouble.

-Why doesn't he come then? -He's doing his purifications. He'll come.

-Who's there? -A patient, I think.

-Hello, sir. How are you? -Hello. Sit down.

It seems that I came at a bad time. Say your prayers, I'll come back later.

I say my prayers at the mosque.

Sit down.

Come closer.

What's the matter?

What?

What's your problem, boy?

Nothing.

-So, why have you come here? -I've brought you a letter.

-From where? -Someone asked me to give it to you.

-Who? -Read it and you'll find out.

Can you read or should I?

Read it.

"In the name of God.

"Hello, Mr. Abolqasem Rahmati.

"I'm now 1 8 and writing this letter to you

"because I'll be executed soon.

"I know it's hard to hear these words,

"but I didn't want to kill your dear and only daughter.

"I wanted to kill her and myself.

"At first, I wanted to kill myself.

"Maliheh told me, 'If you commit suicide, I'll kill myself.'

"You loved her a lot. She told me several times.

"But I want you to know that no one in this world loved her more than I did.

"She loved me more than anyone else in the world, after you.

"With this letter, I'm not trying to get your consent so they don't hang me.

"I wish they had done so two years ago. And...

"And...

"But I don't deserve to be executed. I'm not the only one to blame.

"Remember, once you hit me in front of Maliheh?

The pleasure found in forgiveness is not found in revenge."

-God bless you. -Pray for me. God bless you.

May your prayers be heard.

May peace be upon Mohammad and his followers.

Sir, please listen to me while you're praying.

I feel you. You're devastated. You're angry.

You think executing him will make you feel better.

I'm sure it won't. I swear, nothing will change.

If they kill him, you'll be the first person to feel bad.

This God you pray to, do you believe in Him? Leave him to God.

You believe he deserves to die?

God knows justice better than you and me.

God will make him pay a price worse than 1 00 executions.

You never know, maybe a car will run him over as soon as he leaves jail.

Do you think it's difficult for God?

God will make him answer for his transgressions.

If you don't accept my words, then you don't truly believe in God!

Also, there is a difference--

your daughter didn't know she was going to die.

Evertyhing was over for her in a minute.

But my friend knows he is going to die. He's known for two years.

Even before they put the rope around his neck, he's died hundreds of times.

Do you really think their deaths is the same? Be fair!

Wait, sir!

Wait. I want to talk to you.

Listen, sir, even if my own brother had murdered someone,

I wouldn't have gone after his plaintiff to get his consent.

But Akbar doesn't deserve to be hanged.

That's why I'll insist until I get your consent.

I'll follow you day and night.

It's up to you.

All right. Go and let me think about it tonight.

Thank you, sir.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Abolqasem is not home. -I don't want to come in.

Here you are.

Why do you keep wasting your money?

I can never make up for your loss. This is nothing.

Thank God, it seems Mr. Abolqasem has softened up.

Who said that?

He told me last night.

He went to the court early this morning.

To give his consent?

Didn't he say anything to you?

Really, he only thinks about retaliation.

But yesterday, he was calm. He didn't insult or hit me.

He just listened to me.

He had no right. I'm not a child to be played with.

I'm fed up.

Do whatever you like. Come and talk to him as much as you want.

To hell with them.

I can teach them a good lesson if you file a complaint against them.

As long as they hope to get my consent, they won't leave me alone.

Have you come to give your consent?

No. How could I do that? He killed my child.

Then why are you here?

I came to see if there are any papers to file

that would make them stop trying to get my consent.

You've waited two years. Wait a bit more. He'll be executed.

I'm sick of them.

They love their son as much as you love your daughter.

They have a right to try their best to save him.

How can I show them that I won't give my consent?

If you don't want the retaliation to be delayed,

-you have to deposit the blood money. -I told you, I'm not well-off.

You must pay the difference between a male and female blood money.

He killed my daughter and I must pay for the retaliation?

The blood money of the victim is half of the murderer's.

I told you before.

The blood money of my daughter is half of that criminal's?

By law, the blood money of a Muslim woman is half of a Muslim man's.

I want to know if you're a Muslim or not.

Of course, I am.

I believe in the same God and prophet you believe in.

This is one of the rules of Islam.

You mean, Islam says a person who has lost a loved one

has to pay for the murderer to get killed?

Are you saying that?

Neither I nor the government gets this money.

The family of the murderer will receive it.

I can't explain the reason now.

Sir, you're telling me there is a reason for getting money by force?

The religion which you believe in

wants to avoid retaliation as much as possible.

It has in place obstacles to prevent the death of another human being.

I won't give my consent.

Hopefully, you will, because the spiritual reward is greater.

What we get more than enough in this world is spiritual rewards.

So, get the blood money.

-Goodbye. -Goodbye.

What do you want, dear?

Do you want gum?

Are you his relative, sir?

No, I'm a friend. Akbar's friend.

Do they have anybody to pay for them?

Pay for what?

For the consent.

You said your husband won't give his consent.

Can they pay the money if I convince him?

-How much? -Enough to cure my daughter.

I don't think your husband will give his consent even if they pay.

He only listens to one person. I will talk to him.

He'll convince him to give his consent for the sake of curing our daughter.

-Who is he? -The mosque's spiritual leader.

You have to convince him. The mother has to give her consent.

A mother's right is more important than the father's.

Tell him she was your daughter as well and you want to give your consent.

Maliheh wasn't my daughter.

Your friend took away the only reminder of his late wife.

He has every right not to give his consent.

Please, don't let him know I talked to you.

Let me know if they can get the money.

Have you had lunch?

Yes, and a Coke.

Eat this for dinner. I'm sure you won't eat tonight.

How do you know?

Where do you sleep at night?

My parent's house in Niavaran.

Yeah, right!

When will you be done?

-Why? -So we can get his consent.

His wife said if you prepare the money, she'll convince him.

Tell your parents who live in Niavaran to loan me a few million!

If they don't want all the money at once, we can get it here and there.

What do you mean?

I mean, we'll get it.

What were you locked up for?

Theft.

When should I pick you up?

I have to stay here tonight. Come by tomorrow.

-Are you full? -Not really.

May God hear your prayers.

Yes, sir?

-I augured with the holy Koran. -Augured?

Your wife asked me to.

What for?

For your problem. Come and sit.

I didn't ask her to come to you. I don't need augury.

It's good to do this when you are in doubt.

Who better than God to consult with?

I'm not in doubt.

Sit down.

Come on.

"The repentance of one who sins out of ignorance is accepted.

God is merciful and compassionate."

This is one of the good verses. It doesn't tell you directly what to do.

But it's mostly about forgiveness and kindness.

Sir, I have a question.

Hasn't this Koran given me the right to ask for retaliation?

Doesn't it say that a murderer should be punished?

Haven't I been wronged?

Then, why are there so many obstacles on my way?

It feels like I'm the wrongdoer.

I swear, nobody has been as oppressed as I have.

You're upset. Don't say anything sinful.

-I won't give my consent. -But God wants you to give your consent.

Then God is not just.

-Don't be blasphemous. -I'm not.

But I'm upset with God.

"We, shopkeepers, locals, factory workers

"and weavers of Shamsabad,

"testify

"that Mr. Abolqasem Rahmati, son of Karim, father of the deceased,

"who has the right to ask for retaliation,

"is sick and poor...

"and has been fired from the factory.

"He can't afford to pay the blood money for retaliation.

"Thus, we request

"the local treasury

to pay the blood money in order for the murderer to be executed."

I took her to the doctor yesterday.

He saw the test results and X-rays and said he could operate on her.

Take out the "fired" part.

He said the operation will become more difficult as she gets older.

It's already late.

I want to get the operation.

-How much money does he want? -It's more than one operation.

He said it'll cost about twenty to thirty million rials.

Rewrite it smaller so I have space to sign.

Listen to me.

If I had thirty million rials, I would pay the blood money.

We won't pay any money.

Instead of hanging him...

we'll get the operation fee from them.

Rewrite it.

You miserable wretch! Get out of here, coward!

What do you want? Get lost.

Shame on you. Let him go.

Let me see.

If he weren't your husband, I'd kill him.

Was I wrong to hit him?

Of course.

Why did you take my side if I was wrong?

Because you're my brother's friend.

Well, he's your husband!

Next time, I'll take his side.

Just look at what the prophet went through.

Imam Ali went through a lot of hardships, but they forgave him.

Do you know what the first verse of the Koran is?

It says, "In the name of God, the most Compassionate, the most Merciful."

Our religion is just.

Why doesn't it say "In the name of the cruel God"?

It says "merciful."

There is a reason behind this.

Read the Koran and see how many of its verses

are about mercy and forgiveness.

Furthermore, human beings are the greatest creatures of God

and they are valuable.

When you're kind to a human being, you are in effect being kind to God.

Let us now praise the prophet and his progeny.

Now I'll be a cat and I'll eat the mouse...

Hello.

-Bye. -Bye.

Sorry, sir, what happened?

I told you before. I can't do anything if you're in a hurry.

Okay, as you say.

You have to give him the right to be angry.

He feels that if he consents, then he'll trade his daughter's blood.

-Hello, sir. -Hello.

You mean, he won't accept?

I can't convince him in a day or two. I need time.

Sir, we don't have time. Her brother will be executed soon.

Get the blood money as soon as possible.

I'll convince him.

Really?

I'll convince him. Bye.

What's your name, kiddo?

-Ask him, "What's your name?" -A'la.

-Tell him, "It doesn't suit you." -What doesn't suit me?

Ask him what his parents in Niavaran call him.

Everybody calls me A'la, but they also call me Andy.

Ask him, "You're serious?"

-Ask him where his house is. -Shahr-e-Ziba.

Ask him how old he is.

Three or four years younger than you.

How old are you?

-Tell him, "I'm one year old." -I mean, you.

Does it make any difference?

No, but you're older than me.

Do you know what I thought when I first saw you?

I thought you were 22 or 23.

-And now? -Now, I think you're 32 or 33.

-Thank you. I've had enough. -Take it.

-What's wrong? -Nothing.

Can I have one?

-No. -Why not?

I hate women who smoke.

But I like smoking.

-How much should I pay? -Be my guest.

33,000 rials.

Thank you.

Wait.

I'll take you home.

I'll go by myself.

Will you come tomorrow?

When should I come by?

Come earlier. In the morning.

What is it?

Yesterday, at the hospital, why did you ask why I was taken to juvenile detention?

-Just because. I swear. -To prepare Akbar's blood money?

-I have to get it myself. -I can do it.

You hate women who smoke.

I hate men who steal, aren't honest, and go in and out ofjail.

-Why haven't you left for work yet? -I was tired.

-Here. -I quit.

They're back again.

Firoozeh! Come and take this inside.

I'm with you! They'll arrest me.

-Hello, officer. -Come with us.

-I'm just trying to make a living. -I said, let's go.

Where are you taking me?

Let go of my hand.

-I'm just running my business. -Shut up and come.

Abolqasem, this poor guy wants to move his family to Tehran.

His money is clean, it's blessed.

Will he pay cash?

The amount is enough to help you.

I'll be his guarantor.

I know him. He'll pay the rest in installments.

I know him well.

I found a place for you, too. The rent is cheap. You can afford it.

The building is too old. We have to set a price on the land.

Should I prepare the contract?

-Yes. -Please go in.

Does it have gas?

It's been connected. It'll start working in a few days.

-Please. -Thank you.

What's the matter, Ma'am?

Go to the cleric. Tell him Abolqasem is selling the house.

Bring him here. Hurry up, dear.

I said, it's up to destiny.

He's not a child. We can't force him to do it.

He has the right to ask for retaliation.

What right?

He wants to make his family homeless to pay the blood money.

Are you worried about his family or your friend?

It's better for him, too.

Instead of executing him, he can get money to cure his other daughter.

The spiritual reward is higher.

Where did you get your spiritual knowledge from?

Huh?

It's not your place to judge which is more ethical.

Why not?

Even a five-year-old kid knows which is better.

Yes, this way, one person will be saved,

but the rest of society will suffer from his presence.

One oppressor less on earth will greatly benefit others.

What oppressor, Hadji ? My friend is a great guy.

Then how did he turn into a murderer, huh?

He was young, he was 16.

He was in love. He didn't know better. He even wanted to kill himself.

Anyway, I have to pray now.

You'd better do your ablutions and come join the prayers.

Hadji , please! If you don't hurry, he'll sell the house.

He won't give his consent if he gets the blood money.

What do you want me to do?

Please, go now!

-Hello. -Hello.

The people are waiting.

Which is more important, praying or saving one's life?

Praying. I'll send someone to bring him here.

Come to the office tomorrow to get the checks.

Bring all the documents-- the title, the deed.

God bless you.

Bye.

Is your check for today?

Yes, it's like cash.

You couldn't have found a better house nor he a customer so soon.

It's destiny.

God bless you. I'll be back.

-Bye. -Bye.

Sir, I don't want to go back on my word,

but I don't want your wife and child to be homeless.

-Who told you this? -Your wife doesn't agree.

I don't want anyone talking behind my back.

Listen to me as your younger brother. Don't do this to your family.

Don't break your heart. This is more important than anything else.

Please forgive me. Goodbye.

-May God forgive you. -With your permission.

It's done.

Thank you.

Get out!

Help! Help!

-Get out! -All right. I'll take her.

You're crazy. You've driven us crazy.

It's been two years.

This disabled child and I

are supposed to go from house to house, renting?

How can anyone be so full of spite?

Isn't one-sixth of this house mine? I won't sell it.

If I wanted to, I would've done it years ago to pay for my child's operation.

You're not thinking about your child, you just care about your one-sixth.

If it were the case, I wouldn't have married you.

Don't feel ashamed.

Say you married me because you needed a slave.

Didn't I work enough for you?

I haven't seen a smile on your face since the day I came into this house.

You never touched me, except for the times you hit me.

I came here because I thought my child needed a father.

Wasn't I a good mother to your daughter?

Why don't you stop it?

Your wife died. Your daughter died.

Now go and kill yourself to bring them back to life.

Somayeh, dear, get up. Let's go.

Do you need some help?

Thanks. Her uncle lives nearby.

We can manage on our own.

I haven't come to get your consent.

I came to say something and then leave.

I visited Akbar today.

I told him you wouldn't budge.

He's lost hope about getting your consent.

He knows he'll be executed soon.

He just wanted me to tell you something.

He said he doesn't want money.

Don't go selling your house for the blood money.

He agrees to be executed without the blood money.

To put an end to his suffering, he'll be executed sooner.

Finally, he told me to ask you...

to forgive his soul.

Tell them to bring the blood money.

I give my consent.

Thanks a lot, sir!

-What's up? -He agreed!

He gave his consent!

You're lying.

I swear to God. He consented.

Akbar is not going to be executed!

-A'la, you're lying. -I swear to God, he gave his consent.

Thank God.

He gave his consent. I swear he gave his consent.

Akbar won't be killed! He'll be free!

He told me he agreed.

Oh God!

I ran all the way here.

We have to tell Akbar.

Where are you going?

I just came to tell you that.

A'la!

Why didn't you come today?

I didn't go to work. I thought you'd come.

I waited for you behind that window.

-I don't like it. -Me?

-No, me. -Why?

Akbar sent me to get his consent,

not to backstab him.

Backstab him? How?

You're married. It's not right.

I'm not into it.

Where do you sleep at night?

Wherever-- parks, stations.

Don't go.

I want to talk to you.

Come sleep in here.

What if your husband comes home?

I don't have a husband.

What about the stall owner? Isn't he the father of your child?

He's only the father of my child.

It's been a year and a half since we got divorced.

But you're still together.

We're together, but evertyhing is separated.

What about your ring?

How do you think I get by in this neighborhood?

With this--

a ring from a junkie so that everyone thinks he's my husband.

If there is no man around,

a hundred people will come and bother you every night.

Why did you divorce him?

Because I couldn't sell myself anymore, every time he needed a fix.

-Where is he now? -Don't worry.

He won't get out for at least another month.

Go to sleep.

I'm a single mom.

I make 500,000 rials. I have to pay the rent.

Even if I sell evertyhing I have, it won't be more than 3,000,000 rials.

If I got a loan, it would only add up to 7,000,000 rials.

You want me to put 7,000,000 rials in front ofAbolqasem and say what?

Tell him to forget about his daughter for 7,000,000 rials?

If I had more, I swear, I'd pay.

Then why did you make me go through so much trouble

to get the old man's consent?

Do you want me to talk to the doctors at the hospital?

-They might agree to do it for less. -It's a difficult surgery.

Even the best doctors say she might get paralyzed after the operation,

-and they're the best. -Tell me what to do.

I don't know.

If you can't pay the money, tell the old man to get it over with.

He's hasn't eaten or slept since he gave his consent.

He's going to have a heart attack.

Take the fruit with you so he doesn't find out you were here.

I'll get the money.

-Where from? -What is it to you?

Don't even mention it.

You mean, he should die for thirty or forty million rial?

-I told you the type of men I hate. -So you hate them.

Who do you think you are? Why do you treat me like a child?

-I want to know! -I don't want to see you in jail!

I swear, I won't be arrested.

I know my job well. I've snatched tons of bags in my life.

So why were you in jail for seven years?

-I'll show you. -A'la!

A'la, please, don't go.

Wait.

For me, please.

Suppose they had enough money. What's the point?

Do you remember, four years ago, you sold evertyhing for the surgery?

Did anything change?

This time, she might become totally paralyzed.

What do you do want to do, then?

You'll have to take care of a vegetable for the rest of your life.

That fanatic Abolqasem has no brain. You have to think of her.

Actually, Uncle, I've been meaning to talk to you about something...

-but I'm feeling a bit ashamed. -What about?

This boy,

the one who keeps coming for the consent...

he seems like a nice boy.

I thought, if they don't have enough money...

-Is he a good kid? -He seems smart.

He did evertyhing to get Abolqasem's consent.

It sounds fine.

Your daughter is only crippled. Nothing's wrong with her brain.

Get them married and let them get on with their lives.

-Isn't it unfair to him? -Unfair?

You're burdened with a crippled daughter and a stupid husband.

If they don't want your daughter,

they can pay the entire amount of the blood money.

10 tickets, please.

Why don't you tell him yourself?

It's not right.

I don't want him to say I forced my daughter on him.

Be a sister. Tell him to ask for her hand.

Pretend it's your idea.

Tell him you found a nice girl for him.

Make him fall in love with her. You women know what to do.

The day after their wedding,

we'll take Abolqasem to court and sign the consent letter.

Then your brother will be free.

What were they doing here?

Same old.

Why did you cry?

-They're asking for the blood money. -That's nothing new.

They're asking for the whole amount, not just thirty or forty million.

Bullshit, they've already agreed on three to four million.

It doesn't make a difference. I don't have any money anyway.

-Did you tell them you don't have more? -Yes.

It's pointless.

They're looking for an excuse to execute Akbar.

They're going back on evertyhing.

Here.

Thank you. Where are you going?

They agreed. They can't say no now!

Wait, don't go. I'll convince them. Come inside.

Why are you so afraid of them?

A'la!

-Is someone here? -A'la.

Give it to me, dear.

Go and make yourself pretty.

Wear my colorful scarf. Hurry up!

Hello. Please.

Please, have some.

-Shall I peal it for you? -No, thanks.

-Did Firoozeh ask you to come here? -Yeah.

She's a nice girl. She wants happiness for you.

She talked about you a couple of times.

Let's see what fate has in store for us.

Please, have some.

Where's the sugar, dear?

She always gets excited when a suitor comes for her.

I'll get it myself. Honey, offer him some!

Hello.

-What is it? -We have a guest.

The same guy who came for the consent.

-What does he want? -It's good. Come here. I'll tell you.

-Sir. Please, sir. -Firoozeh!

-Firoozeh! -Please, sir!

-I'm talking to you, Firoozeh! -Sir. Please, sir!

Firoozeh! Firoozeh!

Why do you keep running away from me?

I'm late. What do you want?

What should I do?

-About what? -About the offer.

What can I say?

That you should get married to save my brother?

I'm an idiot. I'll do what you say.

-What should I do, Firoozeh? -She's a nice girl.

-Aren't you nice? -Me?

I have a child. I'm older than you. I'm no good for you.

Until a little while ago, you were good enough.

When did I say that?

Don't think I paid attention to you for a couple of days out of love.

I was kind to you because of what you were doing for Akbar.

You're lying. You're lying!

You want me to marry that girl forAkbar's sake.

Don't do it if you don't want to. Why sacrifice yourself forAkbar?

I just said, don't count on me.

-Don't go. I want to talk to you. -I'm late.

Shahr-e-Ziba.

-Where in Shahr-e-Ziba? -The juvenile detention center.

Aminian!

Aminian, close the door.

Come this way.

-You have to decide for yourself. -I can't.

That's why I came to see you.

Does his sister love you too?

A lot.

Can you forget about her?

-No. -So, marry her.

What about Akbar?

Do you know why Akbar killed the girl?

He loved her.

When a person loves someone, can he kill them?

He didn't want them to marry her to someone else.

What would you do if you were in his shoes?

Would you kill the girl too?

I'd forget about her.

So a person in love can forget about his love.

Right?

If it's possible, then forget about Akbar's sister.

No, I can't.

-Do you remember Shahin? -Yeah.

You know why he committed murder?

They couldn't pay the money his mother owed,

so he killed the creditor.

Yeah.

Shahin had no dad.

He loved his mom.

He didn't want his mom going to jail because of the huge debt.

He couldn't handle it.

He killed the creditor so he wouldn't lose his mom.

-Do you think he did the right thing? -No.

What would you do if you were in his shoes?

Would you kill the creditor or forget about your mom?

I would forget about my mom.

So you can forget the people you love.

No, it's not possible.

I can't.

When judging someone else's situation, it's easy to say people should forget.

The judges who sentenced Akbar and Shahin to death thought that way.

What am I going to do, Mr. Ghafoori?

If I were you, I'd forget about Akbar's sister.

Then again, maybe one day, I'll fall in love

and I won't be able to forget.

Even at the price of another person's life.

Go hang out with your friends.

Think about it. I'll be here.

I know this kid.

If he marries your daughter,

he will make both himself and your daughter miserable.

The offer you made is not good for either of them.

It's been two years. Take off your black clothes.

-Don't open it. -Why not?

I'm not going to give my consent.

And I won't leave until I get your consent.

Leave me alone. Get lost!

How much longer do you want to keep torturing me?

Get away from the door.

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