Rhino Season

IRAN:

AUTUMN 2009

- Wait for me outside.

- Yes ma'am.

You're late!

Here, this is for you.

Again, congratulations on your book!

Good Bye.

For my dear Shirin.

"The Rhino's Last Poem'

- Sahel, where are we going?

- Be patient.

- Why are we going this way'?

- I said be patient.

Slop, here!

Slop, slop.

Come with me.

Do you know why I brought you here?

No, why?

I go home this way a lot,

by this tree.

- It's beautiful, isn't it?

- Yes, really beautiful.

Believe it or not...

...I talk to this tree,

and it talks back!

I sit beside it for hours and write.

We wrote 'The Rhino' together.

It was my inspiration.

You don'! believe me?

Not really.

Come, I want to show you

my secret library.

What do you want from the soil?

Haven't they set you free?

They opened the ground,

and covered your signs

They have announced you dead

Whether you're dead or alive

No one knows

Sew your lips

Carry the walls on your shoulders

And leave

May your mother rest in peace.

When she passed away...

...your whole family left.

Your father is the

only one who stayed.

Mina also left for Istanbul

at the same time.

I don'! have any news of her.

We don'! know if she could

go to Europe or not.

Mr. Sahel, when you arrive to

Istanbul, someone will pick you up.

Dada promised to find Mina for you.

Name?

Sahel

Louder!

Sahel.

- And your f***ing last name?

- Falzan.

Other than these ridiculous poems,

what else have you written?

ISTANBUL Winter 2010

Come inside, come in.

Sahel, brother.

There's actually someone else

staying here...

...but they're never around.

Don'! worry.

This is your bed.

It's clean and comfortable.

There's a TV for you, a mobile phone.

Anything you need,

you just let me know.

I'm taking you to Karim's office in

Aksaray. Dada's waiting for us there.

Dada is the king of Istanbul.

Brother, what are you thinking about?

You aren't smiling.

Smile, laugh.

You're in Istanbul, brother!

Istanbul is nice!

The girls are beautiful.

But Iranian girls are more beautiful.

Hey, what do you think you're doing?

There's a line here!

Unbelievable!

Before you arrived from Iran...

we worked on your case

for over two months.

There are more than

All of them have been investigated.

No other organization can do what we do

...as fast as we do it.

Something important happened.

Yesterday, we found your wife's address.

This is good news.

But there is a problem.

Your wife has a file here.

In theory, no Iranians

should have a file here...

...unless someone is looking

for them and came to us.

In this case, someone

opened a file on her.

Six years ago, someone

was looking for your wife.

- Who?

- Akbar Rezai.

- Who?

- Akbar Rezai.

Do you know him?

No.

It doesn't matter.

You were in prison for 30 years.

Maybe she got remarried.

Don'! worry.

I'm going to give you Mina's address.

In a few days, I'll get you

Akbar's address too.

Safak!

Safak!

Bring me Mina's file.

Good morning, our car broke down.

Can you help us?

The place we are going is nearby.

We have a really important meeting.

Hi.

Hello?

Emrah?

F*** you! The car broke down!

It doesn't work, I'm telling you!

Don'! tell me not to scream!

How many times do I have to tell you,

unzip your jacket!

Can you feel how the

leeches are sucking out

the dilly blood of your

Kerim!

What?

Where are you?

I'm coming! Why are you shouting?

Do you recognize this guy'?

It's Akbar Rezai.

Take a good look.

University?

Family'? Relatives?

Maybe from work?

From prison?

I mention prison because

my guys say that...

...he was in the Iranian

Revolutionary Guard.

He was well-connected.

He settled here 6 years ago.

He doesn't go back to Iran any more.

My guys found out about him.

Before settling here for good...

...he used to come and go for years.

He visits your wife a lot.

Your wife's children say that

he's not their father.

They insist to the neighbours

that their father died.

So they are yours!

Are they you!-5?

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

Really sure?

The last time you saw your wife was

in prison, think about it carefully.

- Here.

- Thanks.

You want to play'?

What?

Your apparition fades away

It falls on the water

You look at it

The moment halls

It also looks

A spider arrives

It mixes the moment

with its sticky saliva

It weaves a web from time

You are hunted... it leaves you

A spider the size of a

Of a spider

The sky darkens, clears, darkens

The tree gasps for air to dry its sap.

Go pick up Mina.

Take her to her uncle's house.

When she is done bring her back home.

Got it?

Go!

"The Rhino's Last Poem'

'By Sahel Farzan"

Go.

What are you doing?

Slop!

I said slop!

Slop!

I am in love with you.

You scum!

You dilly little son of a b*tch!

Take care of this trash.

Down with the Shah!

Down with the Shah!

IRANIAN REVOLUTION 1979

Down with the Shah

Down with the Shah

Oh prophet, the light of the people,

Oh Khomeini, the light of the nation

Come on, move it.

Get rid of that garbage!

Put them in the vehicle!

- Sir, what do you want us to do?

- Confiscate everything they have

Come on, hurry UP!

Go!

Sahel Farzan, Son of Ghasem.

Of the Sunni faith, Born in Baneh,

Iranian Kurdistan.

You are accused of having written

political poems...

...against the holy regime of

the Islamic Republic of Iran.

You have also collaborated

with hostile groups...

...whose aim is to overthrow

the holy Islamic Republic.

You are sentenced to a

term of 30 years in prison

Mina Darakhshani, daughter of Rahim.

Of the Shiite faith, born in Tehran.

You are accused of having collaborated

with your husband Sahel Farzan...

...who wrote political poems against

the holy Islamic Republic.

You are hereby sentenced

to 10 years in prison.

Where did you meet each other,

motherf***er?

Al the university.

How much do you love your wife?

Answer! How much do you love her?

Did you f*** her every day?

How many limes did you f*** her

underwater, you bastard?

How did you f*** her

son of a b*tch, huh?

Say something!

Name?

Mina.

Your father was a royalist?

No, just a colonel.

Do you know Sahel?

I'm talking to you! Do you know him?

Yes.

He's my husband.

How long have you been married?

Two years.

Have you had relations

with other men?

No, never!

Tell the truth!

That is the truth.

Your signature on the divorce papers.

I won'! sign this.

Sign it, I said!

I'm not going lo.

Why should I have to divorce him?

He never wrote political poems.

Come on, gel up. This is useless.

We should send them,

her and her bastard husband...

...off to the same fate

as her traitorous father

Let's go, Haji

Whose blade tumbles on her body?

An absolute white fills your eyes

why'?

Your closed fist presses inside

It lights a match under the water

A thorn is stuck in your throat

It keeps you there

No closer, no further

You will wail

In the purgatory of a thorn

You will float

And no one will notice

When a poem dies in you

Its corpse will stall lo smell

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