Hit the Road (جاده خاکی)

HIT THE ROAD

Written and directed by Panah Panahi

Where are we?

We're dead!

Give it to me.

Right now!

Give you what, dear mother?

- Give it to her, punk. - What?

- The cell. - I don't get it.

- That's enough. - The cell phone.

Give you what? I don't get you.

- The cell. Is he deaf? - Shush!

- I didn't bring the cell. - Shush!

Little piece of shit.

Didn't I command you not to bring it?

- You commanded? - Sure, I did.

Search him.

Where did you hide it?

Don't move.

Who commanded what?

Why are you searching me?

I must know! Who commanded what?

I need to know!

Open the door, kick him out. He's lying, I can't stand it.

Get out!

Let's take off your pants.

- No, not my pants! - Search his pants.

Ok, I'll give it to you.

Hurry up.

You can have it. Was it really worth it?

Abandoning your child!

Little piece of shit. You hid it there?

Warm and dry!

What are you up to?

- Why are you taking it out? - Keep him still!

Sit down.

Why?

Why?

Scissors?

She cut it!

Calm down!

It's the SIM card, not your willy.

Why shout and wriggle? Can't stand him.

What to do with it?

Should I swallow it?

Maybe he should...

These two...

Where are you taking it?

We'll pick it up on our way back.

If anything happens to my phone...

Shut up. Just remember where she hid it.

Mom has disappeared.

Stay or I'll gobble you up.

It's really expensive!

Let me be!

Let me be!

Let me be.

Don't destroy the borrowed car.

Mind your own business.

Asshole!

If I don't answer my calls, many people will worry.

I have serious matters to take care of.

Who worries about you, little fart?

Everybody, hundreds of people.

People you don't know.

It's really annoying.

Who are these friends who worry about you?

Who worries about you more than your father

more than your mother,

your sister,

your uncle

or even your cousin's sister-in-law?

The brother-in-law of the wife of your paternal uncle...

Who worries about you?

You don't know everything.

Enlighten me.

Madam Fakhrayi, she's the worrying type.

She's 40. Not a bit old for you?

Not the mother, the daughter.

The chubby bear, what was her name again?

She's no bear, she's a gazelle.

If she's a gazelle it's damn serious.

It's very serious. We worked out all the details. We're getting married.

Don't you deserve better than

Little Miss Four-Eyes?

Plus, her father's gonna kick your ass.

He wouldn't dare! You wouldn't let him!

You have a broken-legged dad, and a fuck-up brother...

Right. I'll kick him myself.

And all of you if my phone is damaged.

Wait!

You can't go there. Let's go.

- Let go of me. - Let's go.

Get in the car.

I don't want to, I'm too anxious.

- Let me go. - Don't move!

OK, breathe.

You'll remember the place?

Sure, I covered it with a stone.

How will we find the cell if, God forbid,

something happens to you?

Thank you, God, for this scenery.

Idiot!

Stop kissing the ground!

Sorry...

You have dust all over you.

- Looks like pistachios! - Dear boy!

- Beautiful! - And there, a cake.

And there, like frogs.

A pair of frogs.

And there, a lion's head.

Or the Sphinx with riddles.

Stunning!

- Which one? - Over there.

- Where? - There.

Careful!

Belt!

Rear mirror!

Side mirror!

Handbrake!

Clutch!

Gear!

Blinker!

Onwards!

I feel sad

and depressed.

If Miss Fakhrayi calls and I don't answer,

she'll break up with me.

Who's gonna be accountable?

Are you blind?

You should have changed your glasses "in extremis"?

No one answers me?

What is "in extremis"?

Mister, would you be accountable?

Would you, dear lady?

Or you, Mister Shithead?

Calm down sweetheart!

These two grown-ups listened without protesting.

No cell phones!

Dad, Jessy seems tired.

This is the Urmia lake. Well, it was. Once.

Years ago, we would swim in it.

Nowadays, you can only have a dust bath.

Even better! We don't get wet.

Here you are. Done.

Good, good!

Well done!

Thank you.

Let me see...

What the hell!

Can't be cleaned.

Do you know how much it costs?

Not much, I know the prices.

First your brother and now you.

You're ruining me.

Let go of me.

He destroyed the car.

We can clean it later. We're being followed.

What did you say?

We're being followed.

Got it!

Why are you staring at me then?

I thought you were not done talking.

We're being followed.

Cool, we're being followed.

Act normal.

Is he alone?

Turn around and see for yourself.

I'm telling you to act normal, and you tell me to turn and look?

Jessy!

Go hide. The bad guys are here.

Park next to that car.

Over there, with the others.

Act casually.

- Give me a tissue. - It's the engine coolant!

Ignore him.

It's gas!

There must be a leak.

It's the coolant!

I was signaling you. Your tank is leaking gas.

Get up! Pass the antenna.

Ok, ok. Thanks!

Thanks, go ahead.

Take Jessy for a pee.

Get out!

Where is he going?

Wait, come here!

Take Jessy for a pee.

Take him yourself.

No, you have to do it.

I'm busy.

Wait a second.

It's the coolant!

Take him to pee.

Behind the tree.

This way.

Come Jessy.

He's right. There is a leak under the car.

Dad, take him.

Take him dad!