The Persian Connection Page #5

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Mary Magdalene.

Your son has a nice smile.

Cirrus, please. Sasha had

nothing to do with this.

There's a place where the desert

meets the forest.

Behrouz knows it well.

Sunset.

Cirrus? Cirrus?

Sara!? Sara!!

Come here. Sara?

Sasha:

Time to f*** Ali Baba.

Oksana:
After Sasha was born I

wanted to take him to Belarus.

Sepehr wouldn't let me.

He took me to a forest

like this.

He beat me.

But then he felt guilty so he

drugged me.

I hallucinated for hours.

I saw colours and patterns. The

forest was never ending.

I thought god was punishing me.

When you're a child,

it's always,

"do this. Don't do that."

You think when you grow older

finally you'll have freedom.

But then you grow up

and nothing changes.

In America we say

we have freedom.

I don't know what that is.

In Iran we had

paradise to look forward to.

And now?

We're gonna take our trip.

We'll go somewhere green.

Somewhere where it rains.

Me, you and Sasha.

And we're gonna stay inside and

we're gonna be free.

Uh uh uh.

Don't you f***ing move.

Where's our Mary Magdalene?

Farid!

Farid:

Check it out.

What?

"Did you say your

prayers today?"

Did you?

Stay down!

You're gonna run into the forest

and you're gonna hide.

Run! Now!

Ah!

Agh!

This one for breakfast!

This one for dinner!

What the f***, you gulag queen?

Go find your son.

But I'm the reason

you came to America!

Evgeny!

Behrouz?

Can you see it?

Can you see your

road to Karbala?

Did you pray today, Basiji?

Did you?

Mum?

Mum?

Oksana:

Are you Ok? Are you Ok?

Sasha:

Behrouz!?

Oksana:

Sasha! Wait!

Sasha:

Behrouz!

Behrouz... No...

Please...

Please...

It's Ok.

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