The Persian Connection

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Allaho akbar!

All:

Allaho akbar!

Sepehr:

Shiraz tar.

Sweet. Strong. Burns easy just

the way you like it.

Grand for an ounce.

If Safinia find out you're

dealing here...

Who's gonna tell? You?

Safinia owns the property.

Not me.

Who I do business with is no

concern to him.

Just like...

Who you f***

is no concern to me.

What's going on here?

Are you alright?

Sasha's just a kid. Why don't

you give him a break?

Is he your kid?

No. He's not my kid.

But is this your beard?

Oh...

An addict

and a whore.

Here's to your holy union.

What are you doing?

You know if you take a few

thousand more of these

you can cover all the walls.

What are you saying? You don't

like the wall paper?

It's a nice touch.

You said I could do anything to

the apartment.

Yeah. But...

Welcome to anything.

I saw Sepehr today.

Why would you bring that up

right now?

Because.

I'm worried for Sasha.

Oksana:

Your nails are filthy.

I saw...

I saw Sasha today.

Your son Oksana...

Sepehr...

Sepehr is lost.

He's no father.

I have the money.

I'll get more if we need.

Let's just get the f***

out of here.

You me and Sasha.

You, me and Sasha.

Oksana:

Who are you talking to?

Why are you dressed?

I have work.

Work? Your boss is away.

It's Friday.

It's the Persian Princess,

isn't it?

Safinia doesn't

take you seriously.

It's a favour.

A favour?

Driving his daughter and her

friends around

so they can party?

You are like his peasant.

And what was I before?

Behrouz:

When I sell my first property...

Let's take a trip.

Oksana:

Why?

Because that's what people do.

They take trips.

So... take a trip

with your Princess.

Woman:

Beh-roooouz...

Didn't daddy tell you to pick me

up or was I just dreaming?

We're at the key club.

Come soon or you'll miss out on

all the fun.

Did she give you ecstasy?

No one gave me anything.

I bought it.

Your father would kill me.

Me first.

Sara?

Don't be a hypocrite.

You think I don't know all your

dirty little secrets...

Beh-rooouz?

You're late.

Where were you?

Business.

I thought I was your business.

La-la needs her... la-la.

La-la likes you. She wants to

play with your gun?

I don't have a gun.

Bit young for you, no?

Jesus, Behrouz. Smile, Baba.

Reza Raed's cousin, Danush.

Just come from Tehran.

No English.

He did.

I think he come back to

play with old friends.

Where's your... Jew?

Honeymoon.

Well why don't we take a little

trip, Baba?

Lola:

How are you, Behrouz-Jan?

I'm late, Lola.

What do you want?

To family.

Tell me Behrouz-Jan, fighting

for a place in the sun?

Or do you still prefer

the shadows?

I'm no longer in that line

of work.

Babysitting Babak

Safinia's daughter?

A favour for him.

You used to do favours

for Cirrus.

And some for me.

I'm in real estate now.

With Safinia, that Jew?

Persian Jews are like

Russian whores.

The longer they know you,

the more they charge.

Are you done?

Cirrus truly adores you.

He said when you first came to

this country

you were lost, confused.

You were like a boat

with no anchor.

And look at you now.

A real estate man.

Behrouz! Sara's looking for you.

We'll be at valet.

Goodbye, Lola.

Do you still play cards?

A ten thousand dollar buy-in.

But then you've got

favours to attend.

Lola:

Don't...

forget what he did for you.

Sara/friends:

Ramen! Ramen! Ramen!

Sara?

Sara, can you take a cab?

What happened?

Nothing.

I need you to take a cab.

I have something to do.

What the f***, Behrouz? Cab?

So Uber. I have things to do.

Like that gaudy chick in VIP?

What gaudy chick?

Sara...

Please...

Don't tell your father.

Don't worry. I'll make sure she

gets home Ok.

Come on.

Oh-oh-oh...

Calm down, p*ssy cat.

You know the drill, Baba.

Ooohhh...

Big spender, huh?

I like your face.

Good face.

Ugh...

Child's face.

I like your face too.

Behrouz-Jan...

I'm delighted you could make it.

Cirrus will be so pleased.

Come. Sit.

Cirrus:

Apologies for my tardiness.

I'm not a Persian prince.

Ahh...

But this man...

This man...

Is a knight in shining Armour.

At thirteen this man

joined the Basiji

to be a solider of god.

Yet he survived Khomeini's

culture of death.

He came to America

with anguish in his eyes

and blood on his shirt

I took him in

and turned that forsaken child

into a man.

I turned him into a man.

Yet six months ago he left me.

How I suffered his loss

how I suffered his absence.

And now look at him...

A real estate man.

Men:

Bravo!

Bravo, Behrouz-Jan!

Bravo.

Now tell us, Behrouz.

What was it like?

What was it like

to fight for god's own will?

Cirrus:

I re-raise.

Card player:

I f***ing quit.

I wanna go get some kebab.

Excuse me.

Cirrus:

Tell me again, Behrouz.

Where did you learn to play?

The war.

You picked up a few

nasty habits there,

didn't you?

Take his money and f*** me.

Make me a wound,

pour yourself onto me.

No. Oh my god...

Wow.

I like the smell of your brand.

Farid:

Old habits die hard, huh?

Three grams a day.

Sometimes four, Bezy.

She has to smoke more opium than

you just to fall asleep.

How do you sleep, Bezy?

On a California king.

You think you're better than me,

Mr. real estate man?

No matter how hard you pray

there's a whole forest of bodies

you can't wash away.

"Infidel with faithful."

"And faithful with infidel."

Cirrus:
For years I suffered guilt

for not dying with my brothers.

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