The Salesman (Forushande) (فروشنده)

In the Name of God

In Memory of Yadollah Najafi

Shahab Hosseini Taraneh Alidoosti

Babak Karimi Farid Sajjadi Hosseini

Featuring Mina Sadati

First Assistant to Director of Photography: Morteza Sobhani.

Still Photographer: Habib Majidi

Assistant Director: Kaveh Sajjadi Hosseini

Script Supervisor: Parisa Gorgin

Art Direction: Keyvan Moqaddam

Costume Design: Sara Samiee

Makeup Artist: Mehrdad Mir Kiani

Music: Sattar Ooraki

Executive Producer: Hasan Mostafavi

Cameraman: Peyman Shadmanfar

Sound Recordists: Yadollah Najafi, Hossein Bashash

Sound Designer/Mix: Mohammadreza Delpak

Sound Editor: Reza Narimizadeh

Editor: Hayedeh Safi Yari

Director of Photography: Hossein Jafarian

Producers: Alexandre Mallet-Guy, Asghar Farhadi

- Hey, Mr. Etesami! - Rana, Missy!

Come on out!

The building's about to collapse.

The building's falling apart. Get out of there!

What's going on?

What are you doing here, honey? Come here, honey.

Why? What's going on?

Mr. Etesami evacuate the building. It's collapsing. Hurry up!

- Let's go, everyone! - Rana! Rana!

- What's going on, Emad? - Come here, Rana! Hurry up!

Nasim! Nasim! Gimme the baby!

Let's go, man!

- What's going on, Mr. Fallah? - I don't know. Just evacuate, man!

Rana! Hurry up! Come on!

- What is it? - Go down! Go, go!

- Nasim! Chop, chop, Nasim! - Mr. Amiri, let's go! Evacuate!

Emad, son! Emad! For God's sake, someone help my baby.

I'm coming, wait.

Here, here, put this on.

- What? Let me come with you. - No, you can't. Just go down to the alley.

- Go tell everyone to go to the alley. - Mrs. Samimi! Mrs. Samimi!

- Where's Hossein? - I can't get him out of there.

Hossein, get up!

Hossein, get up, my boy! The house is coming down.

Get up, Hossein! Get up!

- Emad, come on, everyone's gone. - Go down to the alley. Go tell everyone.

Mr. Fallah, get everyone down to the alley.

Come on, Hossein! What are they doing?

- Glasses... my glasses... - I'll bring your glasses.

The Salesman Written and Directed by Asghar Farhadi.

Guys! There's no need to bring all your stuff.

- We've got everything down in our place. - Okay.

- I can't find it. - I don't know, just look around.

- You want me to take these? - Yeah, thanks a lot.

I thought you were supposed to just bring your towel and toothbrushes?

The towel and the brushes are in there too.

- Did you lock the car? - Yeah.

Ah, keys, keys! Gimme the keys.

- Here. - Put it in my pocket.

Guys!

Hey.

Hey Kati Hi.

What's up, Kati?

You guys are alive?!!

The way Sia said the house has collapsed...

I thought we'd have to drag you from under the ruins.

Oh, whoa! What's going on here?

There's smell of gas.

It's from last night.

Well, then, get your stuff. Let's get out of here.

Hey.

Why did you come up?

Cut off the electricity, this is leaking.

I can't find the card, man.

Well, see if it's between your documents and stuff.

Kati, dear, don't go there, it's dangerous.

Oh, my God!

You could only hear the sobbing of Mashti Hassan's wife,

sitting alone with her lit lantern on the stable's roof

and the desperate moans of a cow from inside the stable.

Sir! Is it a true story?

True? No, but you could say that in a way, in Saedi's stories

the scenery, the type of characters, and relationships are real. Very real.

How can someone turn into a cow, sir?

Try looking in the mirror.

You think you're funny, huh?

But seriously, Sir, how does a person turn into a cow?

Gradually...

Sir, are we gonna watch the film of this story too?

Yeah, that's a good idea.

Maybe I bring it next time and we can watch it together.

Yes?

Sir, when are we gonna see your play?

The performance begins next week.

Once we've had a few days to settle in, I'll definitely invite you all to come.

- Thanks, Sir! - What's it called, Sir?

"Death of a Salesman", who's read it?

"The Enemy"!

Jokes aside, have any of you read it?

Sir, who's the author?

Arthur Miller.

Hmm... no, I've not.

Very good.

Excuse me, boys.

Yes?

Hello.

Yes, that's right.

Sorry, I can't talk right now, I'm in class.

If you call back in 10 minutes, I'll be free.

Yeah, with stick shifts... Silver...

Sure... that's fine.

Sir, what's your role?

The Salesman.

- What are you selling, Sir? - Potatoes!

When you come, you'll see for yourselves.

What's it's model, Sir?

- What? - Your Peugeot 206, you know.

- Why do you wanna know? - Aren't you selling, Sir?

Sir, his dad's a parking officer, just tell him to scrap your fines for you.

Do you even commit driving offenses, Sir?

Sir, why do Iranians call BMWs "Bee-Em-Veh's"?

I didn't hear you.

Why do Iranians call BMW's "Bee-Em-Veh's"?

- Get outta here! - Dude, just zip it!

That's alright. He doesn't know, so he's asking.

I don't know either.

Guys... eh, for your next session...

I want a summary of this story. I don't want any excuses, like...

"I fell asleep, we had guests", and... stuff like that.

Mister, could you please scooch over a bit?

Sir, can I sit in front and this young man sits back here?

Father...

Somebody in there?

No, I think the noise was from the next door.

- No, no, somebody got in your bathroom! - No, there's no one there.

It's the next room, there's a party. These kind of noises are normal...

Can I come out?

There's something moving in the bathtub, Willy!

Ah, Miss Francis, you better go back to your room.

They must be finished painting by now.

But I can't, I've got to get dressed first!

Yes, you can, you can! Please!

Biff, this is Miss Francis, my next-door neighbor.

They were painting her room. And she asked to come and use the bath.

And I said, that's alright. So, I let her take a shower here.

You can go back to your room now.

But, Willy, I don't have any clothes on!

Please, get out of here! Go back to your room.

You promised me stockings, Willy!

I have no stockings here!

Why? You had two boxes of size 9s for me, and I want them, Willy!

Alright, take one and go. For God's sake, will you get outta here!

Please!

Go!

I just hope there's nobody in the hall. I can't go out without any clothes!

By the way, are you... football or...

Dammit!

Siavash!

What happened, mom?

I do my best to ignore it but he keeps getting worse every night!

Sadra, dear, come down, let's go!

Sanam, dear, just ignore him.

He thinks just because I'm playing a whore, he can do whatever he wants.

What's that got to do with it?

Why don't you laugh at the others then, huh?

I was laughing at your clothes, not you...

Shut up! Shut the hell up!

Siavash, come here!

Sanam, don't be childish on this final night. Sanam...

Alright, I'm freaking sorry... I'm sorry.

In this cold, rehearsing every night, with this child. Let's go, honey.

You just had to fuck it up, didn't you?

What's that got to do with us? It's your own husband.

Ah, come on!

Let me take the k...

Let go!

Sanam, don't...

I said get off!

- I was kidding... I was kidding! - I said get off!

- I was messing with you. - Where are you going?

Comes out of the shower with a raincoat, and says,

"How can I go out without any clothes?"

I can't, man, it makes me laugh.

Go after her or she'll get annoyed and won't come tomorrow.

Don't make me go out without clothes! I'm shy!

Come on, how can I go out without any cloth...

Sanam!

The guy's totally nuts!

Did you find a place?

60 sq. Meters, 3rd floor, no elevator. 40 mils in front, 600k tomans per month.

- Where? - Amiratabak.

- What sort of a place are you looking for? - Something temporary...

If we can't find anywhere, we have to bring our stuff,

and live right in the middle of the stage.

- You free tomorrow afternoon? - Why?

I'm taking you somewhere.

Come on guys... once more from the top, no interruptions.

You tired?

Nope.