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- We're gonna smash Ramine's face.

Would you like it if

I nailed you by the ears?

Go back home into your room

and stay there.

Marjane, what's happening to you?

It's not a behavior worthy

of a prophetess.

But God,

Ramine's father killed people!

Marjane, this poor Ramine

must not bear the burden

of his father's mistakes.

Bad guys will pay sooner or later.

Have faith in my justice.

Your duty is to forgive,

not to make justice.

Ramine?

What do you want?

Listen, your father is a murderer,

but it's not your fault.

I forgive you.

He killed communists,

and communists are the devil!

The country was euphoric

during the months following

the shah's departure.

Everybody had been a revolutionary

and had fought the shah.

The wine stain of our neighbour

had changed into a war wound.

Our teacher, admirer of the shah,

ordered us to tear off all the

pictures of the royal family.

Political meetings were increasing

and yesterday's enemies

had become heroes of the nation.

It's in this climate that, one night,

uncle Anouche appeared in my life.

Now, everything will be better.

Nothing will stop the people.

We'll finally have a free

and fair society.

Proletariat will rule

as Lenin predicted.

Uncle Anouche?

How long did you stay in prison?

Nine years.

Longer tha Laly's father?

How old are you?

Are you a communist?

Marji, let your uncle digest!

She wants to know everything.

It's a good thing to be curious.

Have you digested?

Go to bed!

But!

Put your pajamas on and I'll come.

Did you see?

They're preparing the elections.

People will want

to keep their freedom

after this dictatorship.

It will never be worse

than under the shah.

I'm ready!

You'll see,

she'll eat your brain.

I'm ready!!

I'll start with the beginning.

I was 18 years old when

my uncle and my friends

declared the independence of

Azerbaidjan's Iranian province.

Wow!

Fereydoun appointed himself as

minister of Justice of this republic.

Justice is the basis of democracy.

Men must be equal

in front of the law.

I became his secretary.

It's just a beginning.

We'll free Iran from dictatorship.

Province by province,

city by city.

I'm sure of it!

It wasn't easy for me because

my father was loyal to the shah.

My son is a traitor!

Go and meet your stupid brother!

You'll all be shot!

Shot!

My father couldn't have been

more right. One morning...

My God! Fereydoun!

I had to escape.

I had no choice.

While my uncle was facing

his destiny alone...

I walked for days in the storm.

I was hungry, I was cold,

but I kept going.

I crossed Alborz mountains

to take refuge at my parents home,

in Astara.

Who dares bother me at this hour?

My God, Anouche!

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