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In the Name of God

In memory of Yadollah Najafi

Shahab Hosseini

Taraneh Alidoosti

Babak Karimi

Farid Sajjadi Hosseini

Featuring

Mina Sadati

First Assistant to Director of Photography

Morteza Sobhani

Photos

Habib Majidi

Assistant Director and Coordinator

Kaveh Sajjadi Hosseini

Script Supervisor

Parisa Gorgin

Decor

Keyvan Moqaddam

Customs

Sara Sami'ei

Make Up Designer

Mehrdad Mir Kiani

Music

Sattar Ooraki

Executive Producer

Hasan Mostafavi

Camera Operator

Peyman Shadmanfar

Sound Recordists The late

Yadollah Najafi Hossein Bashash

Sound Design & Mix

Mohammadreza Delpak

Sound Editor

Reza Narimizadeh

Editor

Hayedeh Safi Yari

Director of Photography

Hossein Jafarian

Producers Alexandre

Mallet-guy Asghar Farhadi

Hey, Mr. Etesami!

Rana, Missy!

Come on out!

The building's about to collapse.

Woman:
The building's falling apart.

Get out of there!

What's going on?!

What are you doing here, honey?

Come here, honey.

Why? What's going on?

Mr. Etesami evacuate the building.

It's collapsing. Hurry up!

- Let's go, everyone!

- Rana!.. Rana!

- What's going on, Emad?

- Come here, Rana! Hurry up!

Let's go, man!

- What's going on, Mr. Fallah?

- I don't know. Just evacuate, man!

Rana!.. Hurry up!

Come on!

- What is it?

- Go down! Go, go!

Nasim!..

Chop, chop, Nasim!

Mr. Amiri, let's go!

Evacuate!

Emad, son!..

For God's sake someone help my baby.

I'm coming, wait.

Here, here, put this on.

What?..

Let me come with you.

No, you can't.

Just go down to the alley.

Go tell everyone to go to the alley.

Mrs. Samimi!..

Mrs. Samimi!

- Where's Hossein?

- I can't get him out of there.

Hossein get up, my boy!

The house is coming down.

Get up, Hossein!.. Get up!

- Emad, come on, everyone's gone.

- Go down to the alley. Go tell everyone.

Mr. Fallah, get everyone down to the alley.

Come on, Hossein!..

what are they doing?!

- Glasses... my glasses...

- I'll bring your glasses.

The Salesman Written and

Directed by Asghar Farhadi

Guys!..

There's no need to

bring all your stuff.

- We've got everything down in our place.

- Okay.

- I can't find it.

- I don't know, just look around.

- You want me to take these?

- Yeah, thanks a lot.

I thought you were supposed to just

bring your towel and toothbrushes?

The towel and the brushes

are in there too.

- Did you lock the car?

- Yeah.

Ah, keys, keys!..

Gimme the keys.

Here.

Guys!

Hey

Hey Kati.

Hi.

What's up, Kati?

You're alive?!

The way Sia said the

house has collapsed,

I thought we'd have to drag

you from under the ruins.

Oh, whoa!..

What's going on here?!

There's smell of gas...

It's from last night.

Well, then, get your stuff.

Let's get out of here.

Hey.

Why did you come up?

Cut off the electricity,

this is dripping.

I can't find the card, man.

Well, see if it's between your

documents and stuff.

Kati, dear, don't go there,

it's dangerous.

Oh, my God...

You could only hear the sobbing

of Mashti Hassan's wife,

... sitting alone with her lit lantern

on the stable's roof

and the desperate moans of a cow

from inside the stable.

Sir! is it a true story?

True? No, but you could say that

in a way, in Saedi's stories

the scenery, the type of characters,

and relationships are real. Very real.

Sir, how can someone turn into a cow?

Try looking in the mirror.

You think you're funny, huh?

But seriously, Sir,

how does a person turn into a cow?

Gradually...

Sir, are we gonna watch the film

of this story too?

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Maybe I bring it next time and

we can watch it together.

Yes?

Sir, when can we see your play?

The performance begins next week.

Once we've had a few days to settle in,

I'll definitely invite you all to come.

- Thank you, Sir!

- What's it called, Sir?

"Death of a Salesman",

who's read it?

"The enemy"!

Jokes aside,

have any of you read it?

Sir, who's the author?

Arthur Miller

Hmm... no, I've not.

Very good.

Excuse me, boys.

Yes?

Hello.

Yes.

Sorry, I can't talk right now,

I'm in class.

If you call back in 10

minutes, I'll be free.

Yeah, with stick shifts... Silver...

Sure... that's fine.

Sir, what's your role?

The Salesman.

- What are you selling, Sir?

- Potatoes!

When you come,

you'll see for yourselves.

What's it's model, Sir?

- What?

- Your Peugeot 206, you know.

- Why do you wanna know?

- Aren't you selling, Sir?

Sir, his dad's a parking officer,

just tell him to scrap your fines for you.

Do you even commit driving offenses, Sir?

Sir, why do Iranians call BMWs

"Bee-Em-Veh"s?

I didn't hear you.

Why do Iranians call BMWs

"Bee-Em-Veh"s?

- Get outa here!

- Dude, just zip it!

That's alright. He doesn't know,

so he's asking.

I don't know either.

Guys... eh, for your next session...

I want a summary of this story.

I don't want any excuses, like...

"I fell asleep, we had guests",

and... stuff like that.

Mister, could you please

scooch over a bit?

Sir, can I sit in front and

this young man sits back here?

Father...

Somebody in there?

No, I think the noise was

from the next door.

- No, no, somebody got in your bathroom!

- No, there's no one there.

Its the next room, theres a party.

These kind of noises are normal...

Can I come out?

Theres something moving

in the bathtub, Willy!

Ah, Miss Francis,

you better go back to your room.

They must be finished

painting by now.

But I can't, Ive got to get dressed first!

Yes, you can, you can!

Please!

Biff, this is Miss Francis,

my next-door neighbor.

They were painting her room.

And she asked to come and use the bath.

And I said, that's alright,

So, I let her take a shower here.

You can go back to your room now.

But Willy, I don't have any clothes on!

Please, get out of here!

Go back to your room.

You promised me stockings, Willy!

I have no stockings here!

Why?! You had two boxes of size 9s for me,

and I want them, Willy!

Alright, take one and go.

For Gods sake, will you get outa here!

Please!

Go!

I just hope theres nobody in the hall.

I can't go out without any clothes!

By the way, are you

football or...

Dammit!

Siavash!

What happened, mom?

I do my best to ignore it but he

keeps getting worse every night!

Sadra, dear, come down, let's go!

Sanam, dear, just ignore him.

He thinks just because I'm playing a whore,

he can do whatever he wants.

What's that got to do with it?

Why don't you laugh at the others then, huh?

- I was laughing at your clothes, not you...

- Shut up! Shut the hell up!

Siavash, come here!

Sanam, don't be childish on

this final night. Sanam...

Alright, I'm freaking sorry...

I'm sorry.

In this cold, rehearsing every night,

with this child.

Let's go, honey.

You just had to f*** it up,

didn't you?

What's that got to do with us?

It's your own husband.

Let me take the k...

Let go!

Sanam don't...

I said get off!

I was kidding...

I said get off!

I was kidding...

- I was messing with you.

- Where are you going?

Comes out of the shower with a raincoat,

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