House of Sand and Fog Page #5

to us. You sign the house to him.

lt's wrong. lt's just wrong

to do it this way.

This has got to work.

This way, at least you get some

money. He gets what he wants.

lt's a win-win situation.

Let's just go.

Please, let'sjust go.

Kathy, we could use

that money.

To start new.

lt's our only choice now.

He'll never let it happen.

All right. Leave the keys

and go do what you promised.

But your son stays here

with me.

You're not back soon,

lshmael and l will be gone.

But we have made an agreement.

No. l will for you do nothing

without my son.

Nothing.

Sh*t.

Fine. Let's just do this.

Move it, Colonel. Come on.

You too, lshmael.

Excuse me, Mr. Burdon?

-Slow down.

-Deputy Sheriff Burdon.

Sir?

l know you're busy. l just want to

say l appreciate what you taught me.

-l just wanted to say thanks.

-l appreciate that.

And good luck to you, Brian.

All right.

You listen to me. When we get

in there, you and lshmael here,

you'll have to hear me a whole lot

better. You'll do exactly...

Help! Help!

Somebody help us!

Somebody call the police, fast!

My name is Esmail,

not lshmael.

-Help, somebody call the police!

-Esmail, please!

Drop it, now!

l said drop it!

Wait!

We have an officer-involved

shooting.

Goddamn you!

-This kid's going to bleed to death.

-Call to hospital!

Hospital!

l want only my son!

l want only my son!

Sir! We're going to the car.

l want only my son!

-Medic, now!

-l want only my son!

l want only my son!

-Let go, sir!

-lt is him! He has done this!

l will kill you!

l will kill you!

Pesaram, l am here.

Pesaram, l am here!

Pesaram!

l am here!

Pesaram!

l am here!

What is your name, Deputy?

Sir?

-What?

-What is your name?

l'm so sorry about all of this.

l have a headache.

Please, excuse for me.

Please, l must to my son.

Burdon corroborates

the whole deal.

Mr. Behrani,

you're free to go.

This is your recourse. You can press

charges against Deputy Burdon.

Please, l must to hospital.

Your son is at Saint Vincent.

He's 3 blocks east of here.

We can give you a police escort.

l want only my son.

l wan only my son.

l want only my son.

Emergency!

Emergency!

l must see my son.

My son, he is here.

-He has been shot.

-His name?

What's his name, sir?

Behrani,

Esmail.

He's in Trauma.

You can wait in the lounge.

Please, god,

don't take my joon-am.

l make my nazr. My #nazr,#

hear me, please to hear me.

l will give everything

to one who is less fortunate.

Yes! l will make it

for the broken bird!

Please, god,

l'm making nazr to this woman.

To Kathy Nicolo.

And l to you promise...

lf you heal my son,

l will return her father's house.

l will also give to her all the

money l have. My god. Khoda.

l make nazr only for my son.

Please, l want only for my son.

l beg you.

l will do whatever is your will.

l'll purchase 10 kilos of the finest

seed and find an American mosque.

l will feed all the birds

outside.

l will let the birds cover me

and peck out my eyes.

Please, god,

my nazr is in your hands.

You've reached the Burdons. We're

not here, but if you leave a message

we'll call you right back!

Let's go, Burdon.

Nadereh...

Massoud...

Drink this.

Some tea.

l am tired.

Soon we will return

to the flowers of lsfahan,

the mosques of Qom,

and the fine hotels

of old Tehran.

l have taken us

so far off course,

but now it is time to return.

lt is time for us to go home,

to our destiny.

God.

God.

No.

Please.

Are you Kathy Nicolo?

Yeah.

ls this your house?

No, it's not my house.

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