Baran Page #2

He went from the hospital

back to his village.

You don't have

any Afghan working here?

No, sir.

Do you know what it means

if you employ Afghans

without an authorization?

Yes.

So, now that you know the law,

read this paper and sign it.

-What's that?

-A letter of compliance.

-Please.

-How many Afghans work here?

One.

Oh yeah? Who's he? Where's he?

You're looking at him.

You think you're funny?

I work more than the Afghans

and I am treated like dirt.

Enough bullshit, big mouth!

Get lost!

Please.

Hey, you signed it, right?

Yes.

My respects.

Welcome any time.

-Is there anyone there?

-No, there's no one.

Okay, let's get out of here.

Don't worry. Come.

How was his work?

Not bad for a first day.

Hey, give this to Najaf.

That's kind of you.

Bye.

Memar, is there any for me?

You can't get your eyes

off from the money.

Bring tea. Go.

When he sees money,

his tongue hangs out.

Memar, the account is

not correct.

Some money is missing.

I know, I know.

First you fix the walls,

then I'll give you the rest.

What are you doing?

This one is heavy.

Turn... bend a bit...

further back.

A few days

and you'll get used to it.

Then you'll carry loads

better than a mule.

Oh! Stupid kid,

where's your head?

Oh, my God. I'm getting blind.

I hope this place

will soon collapse!

It's become a nursery.

Any kid who shows up gets a job!

Here comes

the abominable snowman.

Have some hot tea.

It will melt the snow.

You stupid moron!

Hey! Wait, there!

What the hell's going on?

Go back to your work!

What have you done

with yourself?

I was going down the stairs

when I felt

that damn plaster falling on me.

I looked up and it was

that Afghan kid.

He's not fit for this work

and then this idiot is trying

to be funny!

That's enough.

Go back to your work.

Kid, come down here.

No need to work anymore!

Don't worry. Come down.

You Afghan,

it is all your fault.

Memar, may I say something?

Don't you see I haven't got

any time?!

Memar,

please don't send Rahmat away!

How many times do I have

to tell you

the kid isn't fit

for this kind of work.

It is all my fault.

I've gone too fast with him.

One more word

and I'll throw you out, too.

Foreman Faraj, how many

more bricks do you need?

Go and pick up your stuff

from the room.

As of tomorrow,

you'll work with Faraj.

If you don't want to work

I'll settle your account

and you're out.

-I didn't do anything.

-Do as I said.

I don't feel like arguing

with you.

You're no good as a worker.

Can you prepare tea, cook,

and wash dishes?

If you can, then you stay.

Otherwise,

I don't need you here.

Shopping is now

your responsibility.

Come here, kid.

Take Rahmat to the places

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