Zir-e poost-e shahr

I'm tired.
I'm really not in the mood for politics.

What the hell do you know
about politics, kid?

When I was your age,
I believed the same crap.

We'd go to work and they'd take us
to a "Long live" demonstration from there.

The next day, they'd tell us to say
a "Down with" slogan.

And the so-called leaders would be
long gone, should there be trouble.

We'd have to get beaten up and thrashed.
And this is what I achieved.

- There we go again with the speech.
- I'll beat the crap out of you...

Be quiet, Mahmoud.
Sit down and mind your words.

He's no kid anymore. He's a young man,
God forbid, he might talk back!

It's all your fault
that they dare get fresh with me.

You ought be thankful that he's not
a drug addict, a rascal, or a lecher.

You're not out there, you don't know
what's going on with the youth.

Ali? Come inside, boy. You'll catch a cold.
Look, I did my homework.
Have your dinner, and then grade my work.

Go on. He's right, and you know it!
Ms. Tuba?
Could you please call Mahboub over?

Oh, God Almighty!
Look what he's done to you! You're so
stubborn, being back on the wall again!

I won't do it anymore.
Come over here, Masum's on the wall.

Oh, my sweet darling friend!
Don't worry about it.
It's over.
This was his last time.
Here. Hold this, and take care of this.
I know you really love it.