Closed Curtain (پرده)

Hello.

You tired?

Come here, Boy.

Good dog!

Here. Come pee here!

Come on.

Because dogs are impure in our Islamic society,

they will now be banned in public.

The police will take drastic measures.

Day 2. Dawn.

The man is asleep. The dog licks his face.

Don't go outside.

Come here, Boy.

Get inside.

Good dog.

Hello, sir.

Who are you?

We were followed, but we lost them.

How did you get in?

The door was open. We had no choice.

But I closed it.

I swear it was open.

- Get out! - But they'll never let us go.

They're all outside. Look!

Let's go!

- There's no one. - Some of them tailed us.

There are others on the beach.

- Let's go! - Where? They've arrested everyone.

- I'm not afraid. - That's what scares me!

She's soaking wet.

Where are you going?

Who do you think you are?

I said she's all wet.

That's not my problem.

- Kick us out. - No, don't.

Kick us out.

She's talking nonsense. Don't listen.

OK.

Stay put.

Where are you going now?

- Get out. - We're not thieves.

- Why take that? - As a precaution.

Come on out.

Why are you here?

Where's the circuit box?

Answer me. Why are you here?

Don't act like it's the first time.

It's so remote here. I can't believe they came.

They hauled off everyone. She was with them.

She was crying, begging them.

She ended up running into the sea. They didn't dare follow.

How do I switch off the light in there?

Or she'll make serious trouble in your house.

Why are you talking nonsense?

Answer my questions.

Who sent you here?

Who gave you the keys?

What keys?

Come look over here.

There's no light here.

Check around the other side.

Open up.

Open this door.

Headquarters, squad 4 here.

Headquarters...

Go on, I hear you.

We're in front of the house.

There are no lights on and no signs of the fugitives.

Search around the house.

We already have. Do you read me?

Yes, one second.

Come back to the station.

Copy that.

We're heading back to the station.

Thank you, sir. That was good of you.

Please leave now, both of you.

But why?

- They left. - They're not the only ones.

We're surrounded. They confiscated everything we have.

That's not my problem. I don't want any trouble.

- Where's the phone? - I don't have one.

So give me your cell.

I don't have one either.

I'm sorry, miss.

Keep her here until I come pick her up.

I'll make it quick. Thanks.

Give her dry clothes so she doesn't catch cold.

And be careful. She has a knack for suicide.

Young man!

Miss?

I don't want any trouble.

Miss?

We'll leave once he comes back.

Sir?

What?

Do you have a hair-dryer?

In the bathroom.

Not that door, the other one.

Over there.

What do you want it for?

For my cell phone.

It fell into the water.

He told you to make sure I don't kill myself, right?

Sir?

Where can I dry my clothes?

- I'll come get them. - I'll bring them up.

No, no, don't come up. I'm busy.

Go inside.

It's pitch black. Turn on the light at least.

Do it yourself.

Where's your dog?

Who sent you here?

No one did.

I was forced to come.

What for?

No reason.

To kill some time.

No specific purpose?

A purpose?

So you're to blame for all this?

Hi there.

What do you know about him?

What everyone does.

What does everyone know?

They killed his mate then went after him.

You got in a fight with one of them

then took shelter here.

People say you got hurt.

Why would you think it's me?

Thick black curtains to keep out the light.

You're hiding your dog.

You're scared.

I knew it was you right away.

Though you don't look like the picture in the paper.

Shave your head?

Does he know too?

Who do you mean?

Your husband.

My brother, not my husband.

Either way...

Who's he coming back with?

Like he said...

He's getting a friend with a car to come pick me up.

That was your plan?

If I'm a problem, let me go,

like I said.

Come, Boy.

My picture in the paper!

I said don't come up.

What about my clothes?

I'll leave once they're dry.

With or without Reza.

I'll tell you when they're dry.

Don't let the fire burn them.

Here.

Hang them yourself.

This is a great hideout.

Too bad about the view.

If it were my place...

What if it were your place?

You'd try to drown yourself ten times a day.

Right?

Do you think your husband... I mean your brother,

made it all up?

What about the scars on your wrists?

Just how many times...

did you try cutting them?

Everyone has his reasons.

Tell me the truth.

Who was he?

Your brother, really?

Couldn't you tell?

Why did you run away?

Everyone there wasn't brother and sister.

We were singing and dancing...

Some of them drank a little.

Carefree and having fun.

What is your job?

You mean "was".

OK, what was it?

What does it matter?

Are there windows behind those curtains?

No.

I didn't hang them.

It's not your house?

No, it's a friend's.

Sometimes I borrow it to come and work.

And what is your job?

As you said, what does it matter?

What's upstairs?

You enter the house claiming the door was wide open.

Then I say don't come up,

but you pitter-patter upstairs to dry your clothes.

So go see for yourself.

Do you want some water?

Some water, miss?

Miss?

What are you up to?

Damn you! Kill yourself somewhere else!

Why here? Why make trouble for me? Don't I have trouble enough?