are not acquainted yet.
My name is Andre.
- And I am Marie.
What a dead burnt soil.
A terrible place.
Why did he want to be buried here?
- Probably, his relatives are buried here.
- But there is nothing left here.
- They are still here, in this soil.
When a dead person is buried,
it is not the end,
the grave must disappear
and raze to the ground.
This is how Islam teaches.
It is death stretched out
for centuries.
Or maybe it is immortality.
They say there are many
snakes here?
There are scorching
stones here.
Look, what a grave.
- Good evening!
- Good evening!
- I need to talk to you.
- I am listening.
I didn't dare for a long time...
Simon, forget it,
let's better play cards!
He has gone crazy,
talking some nonsense.
But he was practically healthy!
Practically healthy! I had
a pal who was practically healthy
and then suddenly
died in his lover's bed.
We all are practically healthy until
we become practically dead.
Please, understand me!
Take it seriously.
It's a murder and I don't
know what to do!
Whether to go to the police, or...
- I don't know….
There was the medical certificate among
the cover documents,
where it was written in
black and white,
that Dariush died
of hemorrhage of the brain.
I remember it well.
Still there's something
wrong here.
Excuse me. Good night.
- Good night.
I will go, too.
- Can't believe your eyes?
- I can't! Yermolin!
- Hello, Andrey!
- Hello, Yermolin!
I don't have much time.
Spit it out.
It was confirmed that
Dariush was dispatched
to the next world
against his will.
Somebody needed
to enter Teheran legally.
At first I thought of the lawyer,
but today he confessed me
his suspicions himself.
He decided to go to the
police. Although I understand
that it doesn't mean anything.
And the funeral agent…
Well, he hasn't compromised
himself yet,
although I don't like his eyes.
- What about his eyes?
They are motionless, independent.
He is laughing, and they keep still.
And the translator?
What about her?
I feel sorry for her.
It is not a city, but a boiling pot.
There are people of all sorts here.
Babel pandemonium. Shooting,
robberies, murders every day.
Well, I am very glad that
it is you they have sent.
This is Nartay.
He will be helping you.
Mr. Simon,
Mr. Simon...
Mr. Simon,
are you all right?
Help! Help! There is a man,
he was killed!
Andre, open, it's me!
Good evening.
Why are you sitting here?
Has something happened?
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
- Simon...
- What Simon?
Simon is there.
How did it happen?
When I entered,
he was already dead.
I knocked at your door,
and knocked at Max's,
But neither you nor he were in.
Max's?
- Who is it?
- Open up!
- I'm coming.
- Quickly!
- What? - Simon was killed.
- What Simon?
- Our Simon, a lawyer.
- When?
- Just now.
Somebody peeped into
my window, I am sure.
- Have you noticed anything?
- No. Have you notified the police?
- No, I haven't. - So we need to do it.
- Please, do notify them.
Let's go.
The Germans executed
my husband 1,5 years ago.
And I left my daughter
in the boarding school in France,
she is very little.
Excuse me, madam, but
you asked me to call.
Unfortunately, Mr. Legrain
urgently goes to London,
to the auction. I am very sorry, sir,
but he has already left the office.
That is all I can tell you.
Excuse me, it's so good I met you.
It's about this manuscript.
Excuse me, mademoiselle,
I am in a hurry.
Do you mind my turning
the music on?
The cab is taken.
- I see it, but I am very late.
Which way are you going?
May be it's on the way?
- Raspail boulevard.
- Wonderful. It's very close.
I need to go to the Orly airport.
- It is in a completely different direction.
- What do you care where to go?
You see that sir doesn't mind.
He thinks he has got rid of me.
- Who?
This lawyer. But I have
a surprise for him.
I will dig him from
under the ground.
- I don't doubt, mademoiselle...
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