House Of Sand And Fog Script - Dialogue Transcript

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House Of Sand And Fog Script



[police radio chatter]






[man] Are you Kathy Nicolo?






Is this your house?



[woman, children laughing]



[man] Nadi, of course,

agreed that it was a wonderful idea



to cut down the trees

at our home on the Caspian,



to have the sea spread before us,



to reach infinity with our eyes,



to see forever.



But then, our life went the way of the trees



when the Ayatollahs ripped the soul

out of our beautiful country.



Well, enough.



Today is not a day for the old.



It is a day for the young.



To the future.

To our Soraya.



May she be a happy wife

as she is a bride.



And, perhaps,



she will not forget her poor

mother and father so soon



and return to us and give to us

many little grandbabies.



A father can dream.



[all speaking Farsi]



[soft dance music]



[man singing in Farsi]



He's so tan.



- Retirement has been good to the colonel.

- He's not. He works for Boeing.



He doesn't work for Boeing.

My son works for Boeing.



Who knows what he does now?



[music continues]



I love you



[up-tempo dance music]



[horn honking]



[man] Es todo. Terminamos.



[phone rings]



[ringing continues]



[woman inhales]



- Hello.

- [woman] Kathy?



- What time is it?

- It's, um,  :  .



- Mom, it's  :   a.m. here.

- I don't think  :   a.m. will kill you.



Your father got up at  :  

every day of his life,



God bless his soul.



So, how's it going?

How's the program?



Fine. I'm fine.



One day at a time, right?



I just hope it's working.



How's everyone there?



Frankie's good.

Salesman of the month again.



You know your brother.



His Lisa's in her seventh month.






How's your better half?






He's right here.

He's sleeping.



Sleeping? Hmm.



Mom, I'm really tired.

I'm gonna go, okay?



Listen. I almost forgot.

Your Aunt Frances won a trip to Reno.



We're gonna come out on the   th.

I thought we'd stop by.



The   th?



Yeah. Two weeks.



Yeah, okay.



Um, Nick's gonna be away

on business, though.



- Again?

- Yeah.



- Wow.

- I'm gonna go, okay, Mom?



- You're still not smoking, right?

- Bye.



'Cause they say it's a slippery...









- Just a second!

- [banging continues]



You Kathy Lazaro?



Yeah. Why?



Due to the nonpayment of business taxes

associated with this property,



the county has petitioned the court

on its behalf to reclaim these costs.



It should come as no surprise to you.

I'm sure you've had ample warning.



We've sent many notices.



Now the house is up

for auction tomorrow morning.




What are you talking about?



Are you out of your mind?



There's no smoking in my house.









Hey, Chuck.



[laughing] 'Cause I see your number

right here.



Yeah. We gonna meet down there?



Supposed to be a hot one today.

I'd dress lightly if I were you.



- [man laughing]

- It's okay, 'cause I'm not leaving.



I'm afraid you have no choice,

Mrs. Lazaro.



All of your things will be auctioned off

with the property.



Do you want that?



Look, you can't evict me.



I never owed a fucking business tax.

It doesn't make sense.



Okay, well, this is where I get off.



Deputy Sheriff Burdon will assist you

in vacating the property.



Do you have a lawyer?



I can't afford a lawyer.

I'm a house cleaner.



Here's the number

for the legal assistance office.



They may be able to help.

Nothing's written in blood.



You just have to clear out today.

You might be moving back in next week.



In the meantime, maybe you can call

some friends or family.



Stay with them.



There's no one to call.



I'll tell you what.



I know some movers

that owe me a favor.






Go down to Safeway

and get some boxes.



Let's help this lady pack up.






May I help you?



My car is parked here.



You asked yesterday also.






[both speak Farsi]



[water running]



[door opens]



Oh, oh, what happened to you?



I fell.



- Again?

- Yeah.



Wash up.

Do not get blood on the floor.



[speaking Farsi]



The house was repossessed

for tax payment delinquency.



It's got three bedrooms, one bath.



A widow's walk would increase

property value.



What is this "widow's walk"?



A deck on top of the house

so you can see the ocean.



We still got time here.

Feel free to look around.



[water dripping]



[dripping continues]






Today God has kissed our eyes.



Do you remember

our bungalow on the Caspian,



how I ordered the trees

cut down on the west side



so we may view the sea?



Please, be quiet.



Do you remember how the general

brought his family there for New Year,



how beautiful it was?



What is the matter for you today, Behrani?






I today have bought for us

another bungalow.



I purchased this home

for a price no one would believe.



It is worth two, maybe three times that.



We will live in this home

for a short while



and then sell it and

find one even better.



Nah! Nah!



[door slams]



[music in Farsi]



[music continues]






Perhaps you did not come here

to live like a gypsy.



But I did not come here

to work like an Arab...



to be treated like an Arab.



For four years we have lived

a life we could not afford



and spent almost everything

to marry Soraya with a good family.



This apartment alone has cost

us over $       in rent.



And what of Esmail's

university education?



Soon we will have nothing.



And then you will see what it is like

to walk in the shoes of the gypsies.






tomorrow, you will begin packing,

and there's no more to discuss.



Do not open your lips.



$   ? They evicted you

from your house for that?



You got it.



Um, are you staying with friends?



Yeah, I'm with a friend.



- How much is this gonna cost me?

- It's on a sliding scale.



Um, how come you didn't do something

about this earlier?



I did.



I went to the courthouse,

months ago,



and I signed a statement saying

that I never owed a business tax



because I never owned a business.



I even had it certified.



And what about the follow-up mail?



I didn't open it.



It's very important to me that

I get my house back by the   th.



I'm expecting company.



- When did you sign that letter?

- I don't know.






Well, I hate to be

the bearer of bad news,



but the county's

already sold your house.






- No. They can't do that.

- The auction date's been set for months.



Don't worry. They'll rescind the sale,

or we'll file a lawsuit against the county.



- We'll get your house back.

- Before the   th, right?



It's possible.



[music video]












- Sorry.

- Shit.



- I didn't mean to scare you.

- Don't do that.



You all right?



Yeah. I'm fine. You?



Good. Good.



You working undercover or something?



Excuse me?



No. I'm off.



I just... I drive by this way, and, uh...



figured I'd check in on you,

see how you're holding up.



They already sold your house?



Technically, it's mine and my brother's.



My dad left it to us when he died.



I haven't told my family.



My lawyer's trying

to get them to rescind it.



So I'm trying not

to harp on the negative.



You have any kids, Mr. Burdon?






Call me Lester.



My husband left me eight months ago.



No one knows that, either.



Do you mind if I give you

some professional advice?






Do it all through your lawyer, Kathy.



I wouldn't drive past that house

till the keys were back in my hand.



Thanks for checking in on me.









Hey, Kathy, wait.



Listen. This is my direct number

at the department.



Most of the time, I'm on patrol.



But if you ever need anything,

anything at all, just leave a message.



- See ya.

- Good night.



It is like our garden in Isfahan.



[speaking in Farsi]



[line ringing]



[woman] Hello?









[gasps, sighs] Yeah?



[woman] Your credit card didn't

go through. That's two days now.



God, I'm really sorry about that.



Look, um, I'm gonna get

my paycheck on Friday.



Is there any way we can

let it slide until then?



[engine starts, runs]



[car door closes]



The only affordable way

to put a terrace up there



is to put the stairs

on the outside.



It'll have to block

that kitchen window.



I could do that for about a grand.



I could do that for about a grand.



If we have to go through the roof,

about $     to $     .



- But this window must be obstructed?

- I don't see any other way.



That is acceptable.



Can you start today?



[dog barking, sawing]



[sawing continues]






- Hey!

- [sawing]



- What are you doing?

- Excuse me?



What the fuck are you doing?

This is my house.



Who are you?



This is my house.

Who said you could do this?



- Are you Mrs. Behrani?

- No.



Mr. Behrani hired us.

You're gonna have to talk to him.






Oh, fuck.



- Whoa, lady.

- Shit.






Stay right there.

Don't move.



Hold on.



[man] Ah! Oh, man.



- Let's get her inside.

- Fuck.



Come on.






Could we use your bathroom?

She stepped on...



[speaking Farsi]



Sorry, ma'am. Could we use

your washroom to clean her foot?



[speaking Farsi]



- Okay.

- It is okay.



For one moment, please.






I got it.



- Here you go.

- Thanks.



Have you had a tetanus shot lately?



I'm gonna be sick.



Is she bleeding?

Excuse me.



- Esmail, a bandage.

- Okay.



I don't want to ruin your towel.



[Esmail] Here.

I use this for skateboarding.



Don't worry. I washed it.






This is, of course, our family pictures.



Thank you.



I think I should go.



[phone rings]



What happened?



I'll tell you what happened.

My yard is a construction site.



- You were there?

- Yeah, I was there. I was at my house.



I stepped on some nails.



I was bleeding on my own doorstep,

waiting for a stranger to open my door.



You can't just go over there.

You've got to let us handle this.



I want them out of my house.



They're already more at home there

than I ever was.



Did you get their name?



Ah... Bahroony?



Behmini, something like that.

They're Middle Eastern.



- Gary?

- Yes, Connie?



Will you type a letter

to the courier service



and make sure that it

gets to a Mr. Behrmini?



It's damn hard to sell a house nowadays.

This is what you call a real buyer's market.



Well, sorry,

but she comes in at...



$      .



- You're late, Behrani.

- I am not late.



I have come to tell you that I'm no longer

to return to this job.



You tell the office, Colonel?






So why tell me, man?



Is this you?






"...inform you... that under

these circumstances...



"currently owe, or as a property...



"we request that you vacate

the property immediately."



Mother whores! Goddamn it!



Mr. Barmeeny is here.



Oh, Mr. Barmeeny.



My name is Behrani.



Colonel Massoud Amir Behrani.



I wish to speak with Mr. Walsh, please.



I'm Connie Walsh.

This is my office, Colonel.



Please come in.



I'm sure our letter came

as a shock to you, Colonel.



The situation is this: Pacific County

has made a number of mistakes.



First, they levied a tax

on my client which she did not owe.



Second, they evicted her for nonpayment.

And third, they auctioned the property.



- Unfortunately, this is where you come in.

- But I now own the house.



I paid for it in cash.

I have a bill of sale. Here, please.



Would you sell the county back the house?



They would make it as comfortable

a transaction as possible.



Please listen to me very carefully.

The only comfortable transaction possible



is if the county tax office

paid to me $      .



Mr. Behrani, you only paid

a quarter of that amount.



The market can already pay me this.

Good morning, Miss Walsh.



Wait, please.



From a legal standpoint,

you are in the right.



But the true owner of this house

is living in a motel, Mr. Behrani.



All her belongings are locked in storage.



Why should she wait to get back

into her home that was wrongfully taken?



Just because you want to turn a profit.



Things are not as they appear.



It is a matter of necessity

for me and my family.



I'm sorry. I do not have

a choice in this matter.






This is a surprise.



Good one or a bad one?



It's good.

It's good.



What happened to your foot?



Oh, I, um...



I stopped by my house, and they were

doing construction on the roof.



I stepped on some nails.



Thanks for letting me

ride along today, Mr. Burdon.



So, how's the El Rancho?



I'm not there anymore.



I'm staying at the Bonneville now.



I don't know it.



You're looking at it.



I haven't had a drink

in three years, Lester.



Oh, I'm sorry. I... I should have asked.

I didn't know.



No, it's okay.



The fog's coming in.



[man over walkie-talkie, indistinct]



I'd like to ask you

a personal question, if I could.






Just get it over with.



Why is your husband no longer with you?



I wanted kids.



He didn't want kids.



But I guess if he really wanted me,

he would have wanted them, too.



I think he's a fool.



Maybe we should find you

a place to stay.



Do you remember the beauty

of the Caspian Sea, Esmail?



The water like glass.



The beach sand like gold.



[Nadi] It is beautiful here.



Massoud, when must we move again?



Not too soon.



Perhaps once we get a buyer, we will

tell them to wait until autumn.



Would you prefer that?



I will do as you wish.



There was this little runt of a guy.



Kept beating up his wife.

Except she wouldn't press charges.



We'd show up,

and there they'd be at the door



like Romeo and Juliet, arm in arm.



She had welts and bruises all over.



So, one night we get called out there again,



and I slipped down their hallway

and stuffed two eight-balls in his closet.



Turns out he was on parole.



He goes back to jail, she's safe,

and I slept like a baby.



Did I just lose you?






I'm sorry. I, um...



To tell you the truth, I think

the wine's distracting me.



- I'll send it back.

- No, it's fine.



- You sure?

- Yeah.



See, when I think of my sobriety,

I don't think about wine.



Alcohol was never a problem.



Well, you're a grown woman.






[Nadi singing in Farsi]



- What are your kids' names?

- Nate and Bethany.



Nate is four. Bethany is nine.



- Where is your house?

- In Millbrae.



In a housing development

called Palomino Meadows.



You have to drive through it

to get to the mall.



Yeah, I know where that is.



God, I've probably driven

by it a dozen times.



I've probably even seen your wife.



- Carol.

- Yeah. Carol.



[clears throat]



- What's your situation, Les?

- I married my best friend.



And for seven of

the last nine years,



I haven't wanted to give her more

than a hug or a peck on the cheek.



That's my situation.



- What about her?

- It's not the same for her.



Do you want to come inside?






We are blessed.



- What time is it?

- It's   :  .



Oh, God.



I should have been home hours ago.



I'm sure Carol called the department.



I'm sure they asked her

if I was feeling any better.



Things are finally in motion.



I'm finally gonna get it over with.






Telling her the truth

about how I feel.



How do you feel?



I feel found.



[doorbell rings]



[door buzzes]



Well, Kathy, bad news.



The county's done their part,

but the new owner won't go along.



He's asking for four times

what he bought it for.



We can sue the county,

but it'll take months.



Do you mean that...



I can't legally get my house back?



It would've been a lot easier

if you'd just opened your mail.



You can't expect the law to work miracles.



I don't expect miracles.

I expect you to do your fucking job.



I don't know what I'm doing

sitting here talking to you.



And as you see,

very excellent rooms.



It is cool inside,

even during the day.



And from the widow's walk,

sunsets are quite beautiful.



There is very little fog in this area.



- When would the house be available?

- Not until autumn.



- We would need time to find a new home.

- That might work for us.



[Esmail speaking Farsi]



Yes. She has come for a tool her boyfriend

carpenter may have left behind.



I have been expecting her.

One moment, please.



I am happy you came.

Please, this way. I will show you.



My family knows nothing of this.

I'd like for it to remain so.



You have me confused

with someone else.



I'm quite certain I know who you are.



I'm Kathy Nicolo.



I know my lawyer talked to you,

Mr. Bahrooni,



- but I thought we could meet face-to-face.

- My name is Behrani. Colonel Behrani.



Colonel Behrani, I'm sorry.



My father left this house

to me and my brother.



Tell this to the bureaucrats

at the County Tax Office.



They have made a mistake, not I.



They said they'd give you

your money back. You've put that deck on.



I'm sure they'd repay you for that.



I'm sorry, but I've nothing more to say.



Why should I be penalized

for their incompetence?



You should sue them for enough

to buy ten homes.



I'll even sell you this house

for the right price. That's all I require.



I don't know where he left his hammers.

I've nothing more to say.



Let go of me.



You can't expect to just move in here

and make money off of this.



This is my house.



I lived here, and you stole

this house from me,



you son of a bitch!



This is a stolen house!



He's trying to sell you

a stolen house!



What'd you tell your kids?



I told them the truth.



My old man walked out on us.

I swore I would never do that to my own.



What happened?



My lawyer couldn't get the house back.



So I went to see the owner.



- And he put his hand on you?

- It's okay. Don't worry about it.



That's not right.



He's got no right to do that.



Who is this guy?



His name's Behrani.

He's a colonel.




What country is he from?



I don't know.

But his wife hardly speaks any English.



Maybe they haven't been here that long.

Maybe they don't know their way around.



- What are you doing?

- I'm gonna pay 'em a visit.



Officers tend to listen to other officers.

It's worth a shot.



What if he doesn't listen?



Then I'll make him listen.



[horn honking]



Oomadan! Oomadan!



Little bird.



Little bird!

Little bird!



Welcome to our new home.



- Does it go down the hill?

- It is an investment property, Soraya.



Like our second home on the Caspian.



It's an investment home.



[speaking Farsi]



[Nadi] Let us go to the roof porch,

for the view.



[speaking Farsi]



[Lester] Jesus, look at them.



What are they celebrating,

stealing a woman's house?



Fuck these people.



You're a very wise man,

Genob Sarhang,



to live in such a place that gives you

a view of God's wonders.



[tires screeching]



[doorbell rings]



Did you post that sign, sir?



Yes. Is there a difficulty, officer?



And that's your sign

at the bottom of the hill?






Please, come in, officer.



I am new to the area.

Is a permit required to post signs?



Not on the house.



- But the utility pole's city property.

- I see.



Very well. I will put the sign elsewhere.

Thank you for informing me.



[chuckles] You're a long way

from home, aren't you?



This is my home.

I am an American citizen.



Were you a general?



I was a colonel.



Officer, what more can I do for you?



What's your name?



Massoud Amir Behrani.



And the names of your family?



Why do you need the names of my family?

What is your name, Officer?



Deputy Sheriff Joe Gonzalez.

Let me ask you a question.



Are you selling this house on your own?



I do not wish to offend, Officer,



but if you'll excuse me,

I have work to do.



Civil code     .



Yes, you have informed me.



I suggest you come with me

to witness the removal of the sign.



No, I'm talking about

the disclosure law, Colonel.



You, as the owner, have the obligation

to tell all prospective buyers



anything about the property

they have a right to know.



I do not understand.



- You sure about that?

- Are you interrogating me, Mr. Gonzalez?



I don't know. You tell me. I understand

your friend, the Shah, made a habit of it.



I don't know who you think you're

speaking to, but I've had enough.



You have done your job.

Now you may leave.



You're used to giving orders, aren't you?

Let me get right to the point here.



Pacific County has offered you money.

They don't want any trouble.



The only one that seems

to want trouble is you.



You don't want to do the right thing,



which is to sell this house

back at the price you paid



so it can be returned to the real owner.



The real owner, Mr. Behrani.

Now, that just won't wash.



I have more than one contact

at lmmigration.



People get deported every single day.



There are a lot of things

I can do, Colonel.



I suggest you call the movers,

so I won't have to.



What happened?



Well, the guy's obviously

not right off the boat.



I think you're right.



He probably buys up seized property

to make a killing.



I set him straight.

I think he'll listen.



He will.



So, what do we do now?



I mean...



Look at us.

We're both homeless.



Listen. My friend has

a cabin a few miles south.



We can stay there.



Give to me an answer, Behrani.

What did that man say of deporting?



- He said nothing, Nadi.

- Do not lie to me! I heard him.



Who was that man?

Tell to me, Behrani.



What have you done?



It's none of your business

what I have done.



Have you no faith in me, no respect?

That man said I must remove the sign.



- Coward! Liar!

- [Esmail] Mawmawn.



You kasif liar!



It is your fault we were

forced to flee from Iran.



- It is your fault we are here.

- Mawmawn!



Yours and your Savak friends!






[speaking Farsi]



How long can we stay here?



Until we get things figured out.



You hungry?



I could eat.



Do you still love her?



Look, it's just...



it's not her.



She's a good person.

A good mother.



Would this have happened anyway...



even if you hadn't met me?






I miss my dad.



He worked really hard for that house.



It took him...



thirty years to pay it off.



And it took me eight months

to fuck it up.



Hey. Hey.



Come here.



We're gonna get your house back.






When this is all done,

I promise,



I'll move you back in myself.



My son.



Do not follow the example of your father

one day when you are married.



Do not do as I did last evening.



Do not be disrespectful, son.

Look at me.



Bawbaw... were you a Savaki?






I only bought

fighter planes for Shah-jahn.



- Why did that man say we'd be deported?

- I do not know.



But we are American citizens.



We own this house.

They can do nothing to us now.



I feel bad for that lady, bawbaw-jahn.



The woman's house was taken from her

because she did not pay her taxes.



That happens when one is not responsible.

Do you understand?



Do not feel bad.



Americans do not

deserve what they have.



They have the eyes of children who

are forever looking for the next distraction,



entertainment, sweet taste in the mouth.

We are not like them.



We know rich opportunities when we see

them and don't throw away God's blessing.



You know I must raise money

for your education.



I can get another paper route.



Man meedoonam,






I know.



You are a kind child.



Quickly becoming a man.



You have my respect for your heart.



Soon all this will be over.






Thank you.



[door opens]






Have a good day at work.



You need to see what you're doing

to this family, Les.



Look at your children,

at the damage you're causing.



- This is not the time for this, Carol.

- When is the time?



When I'm not on my way to work.



Stop it!



Stop it!



Do you want to get arrested?

Is that what you want?



You want to arrest me? God, go ahead.

Arrest me in front of our children.



[crying] Daddy, please.



[child] Please!



Oh, God, I didn't mean to do this.



Don't go.

Please, don't go.



We checked, and we have

no Joe Gonzalez on the force.



Did he have anything else on him

that might help us to ID him?



We have hundreds of deputies

in the department.



He wore a golden star,



a badge with two

pistol barrels crossed...



and letters of gold spelling F-T-O.



There are only eight field training officers

in the department.



Tell me if you see him here.



Yes. That is him.



That is the man who threatened me.



It's Burdon.



You're completely confident

this is the officer?



I'm sorry this happened to you, sir.



I can promise you,

it won't happen again.



[car door closes]






What do you think?



I cleaned the whole place.



What's wrong?



Kath, I need to go home

for a while today.



I need to go home and explain

things to Carol better,



to Nate and Bethany.



I should be home when

they come back from school.



- You just said "home" three times.

- It is my home.



At least until we make another one.



- Are you coming back?

- In a couple of hours, three at the most.



I'll understand if you don't.



I don't deserve you.



Of course you do.






I told the kids that this was just temporary,

you were taking time off, like a vacation.



I didn't know what else to tell them.



Tell them the truth, Carol.



[phone rings]






[man] Deputy Lester Burdon?






- Deputy Lester Burdon?

- Yes?



Lieutenant Alvarez with Internal Affairs.

Dispatch yourself to my office immediately.



Can it wait till I'm back on duty, sir?



No, deputy, it cannot.

Be in my office in    minutes,



or you can come in tomorrow

and drop off your badge.



[clicks, dial tone]






[Nadi] Please, a moment. Wait.



Oh, excuse for me, please.



Oh, I am sorry

for keeping you to waiting.



How is your foot?



- Better. Thank you.

- Oh.



Can I come in?



- Please, come in.

- Thank you.



I grew up in this house.



It's the house my father left

to me and my brother when he died.



The county evicted me

from this house by mistake,



and your husband bought it,



and now he won't sell it back

for less than four times what he paid.



I don't want to argue with him.

You know, I really don't.



It's just that if this goes to court,

it could take...



- They are to deport us?

- I don't know.



You must see.

They will kill us.



They will shoot my children.



Hey. Hey.



You don't understand a word

I'm saying, do you?



Please, you are a very nice girl.



Please, you write for me everything.



I want for to understand,



for discussing with my husband.



- Okay?

- Okay.



Do you think you can frighten me with your

stupid deputy coming here telling lies?



- [speaking Farsi]

- What do you think I am?



- Do you think I'm stupid?

- Don't!



In my country, you'd not be worthy

to raise your eyes to me. You're nothing!



- [Nadi] Nakon!

- Tell your deputy friend



his superior officers know everything.



You tell him that.

This is our home!



- Please...

- Our home!



[speaking Farsi]

Please stop!



Please to stop, Behrani.



- [man] Kathy? K, is that you?

- Yeah.



Mom said you sounded

strange on the phone.



What's going on?



I need help.

I really need some help.



What's wrong?



Do you think you could

just come out here?









K, I'm sorry.

I just got a real shit storm here.



We just got the new models in,

there's inventory...



[to co-worker] I'll be right there.

Just give me a second here.



I just feel lost, Frankie.



You know? I just, um...



I just feel lost.



Look, Ma and the aunts

will be out there on the   th.



They can help you, bring you back,

straighten you out. Okay?



I'm sorry, K,

but I gotta go. Okay?









All right.

Chin up, baby sister.



I'll call you later.




Hey, don't tell Mom, all right?



[clicks, dial tone]



Okay, bye.






Pack of Royals.



Wild night, huh?



Seems to be heading in that direction.



- Have a good one.

- Thanks.



This and, um, three on two.



- You need a funnel with that?

- No. Just a book of matches.



[horn honking]



[glass cracks]






- [sobs]

- [gun clicks]



[Kathy sobs] Oh, God!



[crying, gun clicking]



Oh, God!






I'm sorry.



I'm sorry.



[sobbing] I don't want the house anymore.



I don't care.



Nadi! Nadereh!



I can't...



Don't go.



Don't go.



Don't go.



Nakon. Nakon.

Nakon. Nakon.



You must sleep now.

You must rest.



[whispers in Farsi]



Please, some tea.






[toilet flushing]



Please, have bath to relax.



[door slams]



[Nadi] Shh. Esmail.



[speaking Farsi]



That car in the driveway,

is it that woman's?



The woman has tried to take

her own life.



We must help her.



Pesaram, she is a bird, a broken one.



Your grandfather used to say that a bird

which flies into your house is an angel.



You must look upon his presence

as a blessing.



We have a guest in the house.

You must be a gentleman, joon-am.



Very kind,



very polite,



very quiet.






[knocking] Hello?



Do you need anything?









Bolandsho, bolandsho.



[continues in Farsi]



Your mouth...

your mouth to open.



Very good. Your mouth.



- [vomits]

- Very good.



Yes. Yes.



[both speaking Farsi]






- Ah, very good.

- [vomiting]



I feel sorry for her.



- We should have moved.

- Ghazatoh bokhor.



Yes, perhaps you are right.



We should have moved.



[Nadi speaking Farsi]



[Esmail speaking Farsi]



[Behrani speaking Farsi]



[Esmail speaking Farsi]



Put her down! Put her down!



- Aah!

- Put her down!



What did you do to her?

Step back!



- [Nadi speaking Farsi]

- Shut up!



- Listen! Listen!

- No! Move!






- [Kathy quietly] Don't.

- Move!



What did you do to her?



- She took a whole bottle of my mom's pills.

- Bring 'em to me.



How many? When?



- [Nadi speaking Farsi]

- English! English!



My wife says,    tablets,

perhaps half an hour ago.



My wife made her lose her stomach.

She has vomited the pills.



She also tried to shoot herself

with that pistol.



I discovered her with it in her automobile.

She was quite upset.



She'd been drinking a great deal.



That's bullshit.



Come here.



Pick her up.

Carry her into that room.






Step away.



She'll be okay.

All right, come on.



I don't want to see this door move.



[doorknob rattles]



Get some rest, 'cause tomorrow

you're selling this place back to the county.









- Kathy!

- Hmm?



[sighs] Fuck.



Fuck, fuck, fuck!









- Bawbaw?

- Yes?



- I have to go.

- Use the toilet.



Your mother will not look.






Today I want you to pretend

to be frightened of this man.



- You must do everything he says.

- Why?



He's weak.

He's nothing without his gun.



He's very scared.

And a scared man is dangerous.



We will...



remain lions in our hearts, pesaram.



- You're here.

- I'm here.






[Behrani] Sir. Sir.



Please let us out so my family can eat.



- What's going on?

- I locked them in the bathroom.




That's crazy, Les.



No. What's crazy

is trying to kill yourself.



Kathy, why?



I didn't think you were coming back.



Well, I'm back.



Do you really want to die?



I just wanted things to change.






You will get out when

you call the goddamn county!



[Behrani] Sir.



Sir, may I speak with you?



- What?

- Please open the door.



I wish to speak with you directly.



I think I have a possible resolution.



You and I will go

to the government office



and I will sign the necessary papers

for returning the house to them.



They to me will write

a check for $     .



This check I will give

to you and the woman,



in exchange for putting

the house in my name.



- You would do that?

- I would do that.






- We can't do this, Les.

- I think that this can all work out.



He signs the house to the county.



When he gets the check, he gives it to us,

then you sign the house back to him.



It's wrong.

It's just wrong to do it this way.



This has got to work.

This way, you get some money.



He gets what he wants, the house.



It's a win-win situation.

No one gets hurt.



Let's just go.



Please, let's just go.



Kathy, we could use that money.



To start new.



- It's our only choice now.

- He'll never let it happen.



All right, leave the keys

and go do what you promised.



But your son stays here with me.



You're not back soon,

Ishmael and I will be gone.



But we have made an agreement.






I will for you do nothing

without my son.









Fine. Let's just do this.



Move it, Colonel. Come on.

You, too, Ishmael.



Excuse me, Mr. Burdon.



- Slow down.

- Deputy Sheriff Burdon.



Sir? I know you're busy.



I just wanted to say

I appreciate everything you taught me.



- I just wanted to say thanks.

- Hey, I appreciate that.



And good luck to you, Brian.



All right.



Now, you listen to me.



When we get in there,

you and Ishmael here,



you're gonna have

to hear me a lot better.



You have to do exactly what I tell you.



Help. Somebody, help us!



Somebody call police, fast!



My name is Esmail, not Ishmael.



Pesaram. Pesaram!

Help, somebody! Call police!



[Behrani] Esmail, please.



Drop it now!



- I said drop it!

- Wait!



[Behrani] No!






We have an officer-involved shooting.



Goddamn it, this kid

is gonna bleed to death.



Call to hospital!









I want only my son!

I want only my son!



- Sir...

- I want only my son!



I want only my son!



[sirens blaring]



My son!



It is him, he has done this.



I will kill you!

I will kill you!



I will kill you!



Pesaram, I am here!



Pesaram, I am here!



[sirens blaring]



Pesaram, I am here!



Pesaram, I am here!



What is your name, Deputy?






- What?

- What is your name?



I'm so sorry about all of this.



I have a headache.



Please, excuse for me.



Please, I must to my son.



Burdon corroborates the whole deal.



Mr. Behrani?

You're free to go.



This is your recourse. You can press

charges against Deputy Burdon...



Please, I must to hospital, please.



Your son is at St. Vincent.



He's three blocks east.

We can get a police escort!



[speaking Farsi]



I want only my son.



I want only my son.



I want only my son.





















I must see my son.

He is here.



- He has been shot.

- His name?



What's his name, sir?









He's in trauma.

You can wait in the lounge.



Please, God, don't take my joon-am.



I make my nazr. My nazr, hear me.

Please to hear me.



I will give everything to one

who is less fortunate.



Yes! I will make it for the broken bird.



Please, God, I'm making nazr

to this woman.



To Kathy Nicolo.



And I to you promise,

if you heal my son,



I will return her father's house.



I will also give to her

all the money I have.



My God, Khoda.

I make nazr only for my son.



Please, I want only for my son.



I beg you, I will do whatever is your will.



I will purchase ten kilos

of the finest seed



and find an American mosque, and I will

feed them to all the birds outside.



I will let the birds cover me

and peck out my eyes.



Please, God, my nazr is in your hands.






[clicking] Hi.

You've reached the Burdon family.



We're not here right now,

but if you leave a message...



[children, Lester]

we'll call you right back!






Let's go, Burdon.






[water running]



- Nadereh.

- Hmm?






Drink this.



Some tea.



I am tired.



Soon we will return

to the flowers of Isfahan...



the mosques of Qom...



and to the fine hotels

of old Tehran.



I have taken us so far off our course.



But now it is time to return.



It is time for us to go home,



to our destiny.



[thunder roars]






Oh, God!






Oh, God!






[police radio chatter]






[man] Are you Kathy Nicolo?






Is this your house?



No, it's not my house.

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