Septembers of Shiraz Page #5

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all my photo identification.

My passport was taken

by your guards

when they came to my house.

Please... please, brother,

take me to the bank.

- And waste my time?!

- Wait!

Wait! Please. Please, please!

They will...

They'll recognize me.

They will.

I've been a client for 20 years.

They will recognize me.

Fariborz jamshidi

is the manager.

He was a teller

when I opened the account.

- I can come with you.

- Stay with shirin. Shirin.

- He appears to be off today.

- No,

I'm sure he's in the office.

- May I help you?

- Fariborz.

It's me, Isaac.

- Isaac?

- I would like to close

all of my accounts today.

All in cash.

- You heard the man, brother.

Now get going.

- Yes... right away.

Follow me.

- So?

- You're free, brother.

My hands are tied

if they come back to you again.

And they will soon.

- Amin-agha! You're free?

- Didn't your friends tell you?

- Uh, it's been a while

since I've seen them,

but I was sure

you would be released.

That's what I kept telling them,

but you know how it is.

- So what are you doing here

now?

- Now? Trying to figure out

what's been taken from you.

You know, I wanted

to keep a record for you.

- I am not a halfwit, morteza.

I know what took place here.

You're a thief.

- Me, a thief?

- Show me this so-called record

you're keeping.

- I was just getting started.

Let's start downstairs, okay?

- I... I am tired.

I don't have the strength

or the taste for any games.

Whatever you stole is yours,

we both know that.

There are no courts

for me to turn to,

but at least have the decency

to look me in the face

and tell me what you are.

The only thing worse

than a criminal is a hypocrite.

- I wouldn't talk this way

if I were you.

You see...

I have a document in my pocket

that could make a lot of trouble

for you.

- And what document is that?

- Oh...

The past has a way of coming

back to haunt us, doesn't it?

- What document?

- Remember this?

Remember? No?

It's okay,

i can read it for you.

"Sale of... one Ruby and diamond

pendant to the empress and..."

Want me to read the attached

note from her majesty?

"Thank you, Mr. amin,

for this impeccable workmanship.

Iran is proud to have

an artisan such as yourself--"

- this is from a long time ago.

This doesn't mean anything.

- This is what made

your reputation.

And then all the women

with cash in their pockets

come running to you after that?

Huh?

Thinking:
If he's good enough

for the queen,

ooh,

he must be good enough for me.

This letter is your link

with the shah.

- Give it to me.

Give it to me.

- This piece of paper

is your death certificate.

Why should I give it up, huh?

Oh, you're lucky

i didn't find it sooner.

- You already have

all of the jewels,

and took everything.

What else

could you possibly want?

- I want the diamond.

- What?

- The one you brought back

from antwerp.

It's perfect.

- What if I told you

i donated it?

To the revolutionary guards.

- I don't believe you.

- Do you have a choice?

- You give me that diamond!

- How could you do this?

- You give me that diamond,

or this piece of paper

will be sent to the office

of imam khomeini!

- You listen to me,

you little sh*t!!

You snitch!!

I am on better terms

with the office of imam khomeini

than you will ever be!!

After all, I am one

of their biggest donors!!

Along with that perfect diamond,

I have given them

my life savings,

so all it would take for me

to get you into trouble

would be a phone call

informing them of all

of the things I would've loved

to have donated to the cause,

if they had not been stolen

by a small-time punk

named morteza!!

Do you understand me?!

Do you understand me?!

- Yes!

- Yes!

- Yes.

- They are my friends now.

- Okay.

- Now you be careful.

You be careful and go!

I f***ing raised you!

I can find you.

- Baba-jan!

Baba-jan is here!

Baba-jan!

I missed you so much!

- Mama-agha.

- Salud.

- Dinner ready?

- Soon.

- You shouldn't be watching

junk like that.

- You have your opinions

and I respect them,

but you don't get

to come in here

and tell your mother

how to live.

- I don't?

- No, you don't.

- I do if I want to.

- Don't you dare to stand there

and threaten me like some thug!

If you want to report me,

then just do it!

What is that?

- A letter...

Written from the shah to...

Mr. amin.

- Don't you think

he's been through enough?

- Don't you think

we've been through enough?

- Give me that letter!

- All that oil,

going to everyone

but us iranians!

- Morteza--

- mama...

I-I'm doing this for you.

- Then I'm asking you not to.

- It's because

you've been so cowed,

you don't even know

how to fight for what is yours!

- Who are you?

I don't recognize you anymore.

You're a stranger in my home.

I want you to leave.

Now, morteza.

I want you to leave now...

Before I kill you!

Before I kill you!

- Mother!

- Before I kill you!

- Mother! Mama!

- Before I kill you!

- Mother!

Okay! Okay! Okay!

- Out!

- Okay!

- Boss, in our business,

nothing can be predicted.

Not the weather,

not the guards

that patrol the borders,

not the encounters

with snakes or wars.

You will need god by your side

throughout this adventure.

- I've called on god many times

already this year.

- Well, bring god along

if he makes you feel better,

but you have to pay a fare.

- You can have them checked.

Together they are worth

about 150,000.

- Yeah.

- Can we leave now?

- Tomorrow at dawn.

Eat a good meal. Rest up.

You're going to need

your energy.

- Stop eating. You have to wait.

What are you looking for?

- Do we have any wine?

- It is from passover.

- That will do.

- I should have waited.

Maybe if he'd fallen asleep,

i could've taken the letter.

I am so sorry.

- Habibeh, it's not your fault.

- Did he say where he was going?

- No.

- Doesn't matter now.

We're leaving tomorrow.

We were just going to sit

for dinner.

Why don't you join us?

- Please?

- L'Chaim.

- Salamati.

- Please.

- They're not as good as yours.

- The whole time I was there,

i thought of you.

And parviz.

Your mother.

I talked to you.

I embraced you.

I lived with you.

I'm going to a desert island

and I can only bring one.

Parvez.

I was reading this

the day we met.

- I know.

- I saw vartan sofoyan...

In prison.

- So did I...

...when I went to look for you.

- We were there.

We ended up in the same block.

I got to know him.

They killed him.

- I am so sorry.

- Me, too.

- This is what

we've been looking for.

He escaped custody

just yesterday.

- Yes, sir.

I was in the old office building

when he came back

looking for diamonds

he kept in a safe.

My guess is that he was planning

to leave the country.

- I'll pass this along

to the proper authorities.

So tell me, where are the rest

of the jewels?

You're under arrest, brother.

- This is for good luck.

- This is the key

to Isaac's desk drawer.

It is where you will find

the deed to the house.

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