A Father's Diary (2021) Movie Script
(footsteps clop) (chain clinks)
(key clanks)
(door creaks)
(door clanks) (dramatic music)
(door thuds)
[in Bengali] I haven't done anything wrong.
I'm innocent.
Can anybody hear me?
I don't deserve to be here!
I don't deserve to be here!
I don't deserve to be here!
I did not do anything!
I did not do anything!
I did not do anything.
I did not do anything.
(sobs)
I did not do anything.
I don't deserve to be here.
I don't deserve to be here.
(sniffs)
I just love my family.
I was only protecting my family. (Sobs)
(dramatic music continues)
(siren blares)
(footsteps clop) (chain clinks)
(prisoners chatter faintly)
(diary clicks)
(smooches)
(nostalgic music)
(pen scratches)
Home, home, home,
my heaven on earth.
The place where belongs my heart.
Love, joy, hope, and pride.
My only reason to be alive.
Home, home, home, my heaven on earth.
The place where belongs my heart.
(pen clicks)
(keyboard clicks)
(bubbles plop)
(keyboard clicks)
(emoji beeps)
(keyboard clicks)
(emoji beeps)
(keyboard clicks)
(pen clicks)
(doorbell rings)
(puzzling music)
(doorbell switch clicks)
(dog barks) (doorbell rings)
I'll get it.
(footsteps clop)
(free-swinging music)
(door clicks)
There's nothing that
tastes better than Italian treat.
What is that?
The stuff you can't stop eating.
[in Italian] Thank you!
Grazie.
(both laugh)
- Oh.
- Oh.
[Faria] Hello.
Hello. (Faria smooches)
Oh, I love my girls.
(smooches)
So how is your mother?
Good, Mio Zia (Italian), she and father
are just doing the 10 o'clock prayer.
- Praying for your brother's sin?
- Yes.
Oh, Maria.
Isabella, ask your father
to mark his fishing calendar.
Again, it's Saturday morning,
6:30 AM, Morningside Bridge, got it?
Okay, Mio Zio (Italian). (Giggles)
Mark the calendars.
Ready to surprise him this Saturday?
Ah, yes. (Giggles)
Oh, my girls. (Smooches) (playful music)
Treat?
(traditional Italian music continues...)
(dog barks) (peaceful music)
(Maria sighs)
Lord, I know Your grace covers all sins.
We just have to accept it.
Forgive my baby for his sinful ways.
I blame myself for spoiling him.
(redemption music)
Please guide and save our Mario from sin.
Amen.
Amen.
(hopeful music)
(Isabella sighs)
(dog barks)
(hisses) My invisible friend,
I said no, I'm not a weed person.
(Hassan sighs)
It's all my fault, I blame myself.
Why?
For not sending you
to a religious school.
(sighs) Don't worry, Father.
Behind this honest daughter
is my amazing dad in the world. (Chuckles)
The core of my heart is an honest girl,
the one that calls me Babaji.
Oh, I love you, Babaji.
I love you too, Beta.
Come on, now let's go to sleep,
- all right?
- Oh.
[in Bengali] Good night...
Okay.
My sweet little pumpkin. (Smooches)
Mm?
Somebody forgot something.
Oh yeah, I forgot something.
Your Babaji's getting very old.
[Dina] Uh-huh.
All right.
So, once upon a time..
There lived two Tweety
birds in the Morningside Park,
one named Tuna and the other named Tuni,
and they had this blue and golden feathers.
One day, Tuna said to Tuni,
"I'd like to have some
deliciously-smelling muffins."
And then Tuna said to Tuni,
I'd like you to fly over the
seven seas and mountains,
all the way to Vietnam
and get me some rice.
And then fly back all over the
seven seas, and mountains,
and the two oceans all the way into Cuba,
and get me some sugar from there.
And then finally, I'd like you
to fly back over the seven
seas, and mountains,
and over the snow-capped peaks
of the Himalayas into Bangladesh,
and get me some fire..
From the "Royal Bengal Tigers"
of the Sundarban...
(chuckles)
(loving music)
(smooches)
(footsteps shuffle)
(mask clacks)
(dog barks)
(water splashes)
(awe-inspiring romantic
melodious Bengali flute)
[in Arabic] All praise be to Allah!
(birds chirp)
My heaven on earth,
the place where belongs my heart.
(smooches)
Faria, my...
Mm?
(romantic melodious violin)
(birds chirp)
(romantic melodious Bengali flute)
Hassan, my love.
(duck quacks)
(chuckles)
You know, Faria,
couple should spend some time together,
you know, away from our parental duties
[in Bengali] Just you and I.
Just you and me, just enjoy ourselves.
You know what?
You should come with me
for our fishing next Saturday.
(Faria laughs) Really, just once.
You'll enjoy it, come.
I think my appetite is more important
than the suffering of a fish.
Come on, Faria,
- just once.
- No, love.
Ah, just once.
Let me remain a vegan.
Oh, Faria. (Faria giggles)
Come.
I so admire you being a vegan.
(both giggle) (calm music)
(birds chirp)
(phone camera clicks)
(calm music continues)
(birds chirp)
(footsteps shuffle)
(dramatic music)
(both laugh)
(leaves rustles)
(dramatic music continues)
(both giggle)
(ominous music)
[Faria] Ow, oh.
It's okay, it's okay.
- Should be fine, should be fine.
- Ow.
Okay, keep your legs up over there
in case of bad ankle.
Oh my God.
(birds chirp)
Okay?
- Okay.
- Slowly, slowly, slowly.
Faria.
Slowly, right there, right there.
Okay. (Pants)
(footsteps rustle)
(birds chirp)
Sit, okay.
(birds chirp) (water gushes)
(smooches) (romantic
melodious female humming)
Hassan, my love.
(romantic melodious
female humming continues)
(smooches)
(birds chirp)
(romantic music continues)
(wings flutter)
(duck quacks)
(lively romantic melodious harmonica music)
(thunder roars) (foreboding music)
(doorbell rings)
(door clicks)
Morning, officers.
Morning, sir.
- Morning.
- Sorry to bother you,
but this is just a courtesy call.
Wanted to let you know
what's been going on in the area.
Is there a problem, officers?
Like gangs, notorious Galloway Boys, or...
Uh, we're not sure yet,
but there have been reports
of muggings in the area,
especially near Morningside Bridge.
We're just asking people to be vigilant
and report anything suspicious,
especially if you see a
man that looks like this.
(thunder roars)
(dark foreboding music continues)
Sure, officer, I appreciate it.
Thanks for coming around.
Thank you.
(dark foreboding music continues)
(koel bird whistles) (Bengali
lighthearted folk music)
(rooster cuckoos)
(raven squawks)
(Bengali lighthearted folk music continues)
(wind whooshes)
(birds chirp)
(wings flap)
(birds chirp)
(Bengali lighthearted folk music continues)
[in Bengali] Here is Mommy, come my baby...
Chick..chick..chick..come..come...
(water splashes)
Chick..chick..chick..come..come...
(cow lows)
Who the bloody hell did this harm to me?
(water splashes)
Come to me...
Who the bloody hell stole my chicken?
Oh, Allah! (Sobs)
(water splashes)
Oh, Allah! (Sobs)
Who the bloody hell stole my chicken?
And the Lord, and the
Messenger, and the Allah!
Will do five days of fasting.
Will donate sweets to the mosque.
Please return my precious.
Neither will have rice nor dal!
How will I pass the days and nights?
And the Lord, and the
Messenger, and the Allah!
Please return my precious.
Oh, Hassan!
Someone stole all my five chickens...
- How am I going to sell eggs now?
- Wait, Chachi...
How am I going to sell eggs now?
Please return my precious.
(perplexed music)
(Hassan sighs)
Shafi Chachi, I still feel your pain.
(resolute music)
(raven squawks)
[in Bengali] Coming...
(Tarzan yell)
(resolute music continues)
(Koel birds chirping)
(chickens cluck)
(ravens squawk)
(birds chirp)
(tense music)
This one? Or that one?
(tense music continues)
(chicken squeals)
(chicken clucks)
(knife zings)
(chicken clucks)
(tense music continues)
(bees buzz)
(arrow swishes)
(bees buzz) (boys screaming)
(boys screaming) (chicken thieves groan)
(bees buzz)
(chickens cluck) (victorious music)
[Rescuers] Chachi, Chachi.
Chachi, Chachi.
Who is there?
Chicken!
My precious!
Thank you, Allah. You've returned them!
I've prayed a lot.
Returned my gold, my diamond...
Healed my heart wounds.
(chickens cluck)
[in Bengali] And the Lord, and
the Messenger, and the God!
Four angels landed on the earth.
Returned my gold, my diamond...
Healed my heart wounds.
Will pray days and nights.
Long live till the end of the world!
And the Lord, and the
Messenger, and God!
Long live till the end of the world!
Wait, I'll bring some treats.
(grateful music)
(Chachi continues to sing in Bengali)
(grateful music continues)
(water splashes)
(Italian folk serene music)
(candy bag scrunches)
(Hassan laughs)
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Perugina Rossana.
There you go.
Grazie, thank you so much.
Thank you, Papa.
There you go.
(candy bag scrunches)
(sighs)
- Mm.
Marco, my friend, I wish I had these.
Perugina Rossana with
you in your childhood.
Still miss Italy, yeah?
Calabria, my family home.
I still smelled my grandma's sauce
simmering in the morning.
Seems like yesterday.
Seeing my grandpa pouring the grape juice
into the handmade oak wine barrel.
Oh, wow.
Still feel the steam from the espresso
from my Uncle Frank's Bialetti Moka pot.
Wow.
And Karina would give me and cousin Enzo,
this Perugina Rossana every time
we used to go to her house. (Hassan laughs)
My childhood, it's like a dream,
but still lives inside of me
every day I wake up.
(sighs) Cousin Enzo left us 18 years back.
(sighs)
And I have you, Hassan.
I'll always be your Enzo, Marco, always.
(sniffs) Thank you.
(uplifting Bengali folk music)
(uplifting Bengali folk music continues)
(footsteps rustle)
(water drips)
(lively melodious harmonica plays)
(birds chirp)
(zip hisses)
(stone grates)
(MA)
(lively melodious harmonica play continues)
(bird squawks)
(wings flap)
(water gushes)
(nostalgic music)
You remember the Alalpur Bridge, Dina?
The one we visited on
our last visit to Bangladesh.
The Bridge of Tarzans.
Yeah!
Interesting.
Please tell us more.
Hmm, that bridge had a lot
of sentimental values for me.
Me and my buddies actually,
we learned swimming ourselves.
So we used to tie two
dry coconuts on our bellies,
and then jump down from the bridge,
and then float like ducks
all day long. (Group laughs)
Yeah, in fact, we used to tie a rope
right in the middle of the bridge,
and then swing from one end of the bridge
to the other end back,
and then jump into the
water like Johnny Weissmuller.
(group laughs) Yeah.
And you know what?
We used to catch the eel
fish with our bare hands.
- Ew.
- Yeah.
No, no hooks, no nets, nothing.
The eel fish, right,
live right at the bottom
of the river in the holes,
and we used to catch
them with our hands, really.
- Well, that beats Tarzan.
- Yeah.
(Dina laughs) (Isabella laughs)
And then we used to go
and play hide and seek in the sugar cane
and the jute fields
right around the bridge.
Ah, that used to be the
best part of my school day.
Uh.
And then the monsoons,
it's the best time to be in Bangladesh.
The smell of the mud.
Me and my buddies used to go
and play football in the muddy fields.
And then we used to actually slide down
the muddy edge of the, of the bridge
right into the river.
(Dina squeals) (Isabella squeals)
(Hassan laughs) (Marco laughs)
(sighs)
I really miss those days.
What an adventurous
childhood you had, Miozio.
I did, I did, I did.
(sighs)
(soft melodious flute and violin)
And then when someone hurt me,
I used to go down the
Alalpur Bridge, sit there,
and ask the bridge, "Why?"
That bridge connected all
the floating dots of my heart.
(nostalgic music continues)
(water gushes)
When the world is pouring a
monsoon of madness in my heart,
I come to this bridge,
the Morningside Bridge,
and I talk to this bridge.
No, Babaji, from now on,
you will only come to Morningside Bridge
to share your happiness.
That's it.
And you know what? I'll make sure of it.
Actually, I'm the security
guard of your heart.
Oh. (Marco laughs)
My sweet little pumpkin...
(smooches)
We should take a selfie.
(squeals) Yes.
All right.
Okay, smiles, smiles, cheese.
Cheese. (Phone camera clicks)
(group laughs)
(Isabella squeals)
Good take.
And Dina and I take a walk
while the two Tarzans catch fish?
Of course.
- Of course, sure.
- Sure, go ahead.
But hey, don't go too far away.
Just in case these two Tarzans
hook up a 32-pound salmon,
you'll be missing all the fun.
- Yeah.
- I'll try. (Laughs)
(Marco chuckles)
- Go ahead, be safe, yeah.
- Bye, Babaji.
- Come back soon, all right?
- [Isabella] Bye, Papa.
Ah, let's see what we can do now.
(sighs)
(reel clicks)
(wind whooshes)
(bright music)
(footsteps rustle)
(goat bleats)
(footsteps shuffle)
(intense musical buildup)
(ravens squawk)
(goat bleats)
(stone whooshes)
(Hassan's team laughs)
(stone whooshes)
(tense music buildup)
(Hassan's team laughs)
(tense music continues)
(stone thuds)
(teenagers laugh)
(scarecrow thuds)
(scarecrow rustles)
(teenagers laugh)
(tense music continues)
(stone whooshes)
(pot cracks)
Yes!
[Group] Yeah. (Victorious music)
Yeah.
It's the global warming! Save the earth
Save the creatures..save your breathe..
Save the earth..save the
creatures..save your breathe!
Save the earth, save the creatures
Stand up, all the nations.
Fresher the air, smoke free
It's very crisp today, it's getting cold.
[Dina] Yeah.
It's not in Calabria or Alalpur, Hassan.
It's Toronto in the fall.
You're lucky it's not -40 degrees
and two feet of snow on the ground.
I feel like the cold is
flying in from Canada.
It's all changing.
Papa, you reminded me
of my geography assignment,
which I got an A on, by the way.
Anyway, do not be surprised
if it starts to snow in Miami
or tropical countries like Bangladesh.
Ha, ha, ha, it's global warming.
Ooh. (Laughs)
Actually, climate
change and global warming
are real big threats to our planet,
even bigger than Donald
Trump threatening North Korea.
But for now, I just need to warm up.
I shouldn't have forgotten my gloves.
I have an idea.
Mm.
Why don't you girls go into the forest
and get some branches.
We'll make a fire for
your dad to warm him up.
All right, captain.
Tuna and Tuni will fly
back with some branches
from Shaundeburn shortly.
Okay, Papa, you need to watch
that. There's a big fish coming for me.
- I'll watch it, don't worry.
- I trust you.
Let's go, Dina. (Marco giggles)
Hey, girls, don't go too far away, okay?
Just in case we catch a big salmon,
you're gonna miss all
the fun like last time.
[Isabella and Dina] Okay.
All righty, Marco, let's
see what we can get.
This is for you. (Lighthearted music)
(bird chirps)
(water splashes) (melodious romantic music)
(Isabella laughs) (Dina laughs)
Oh, like that.
(melodious romantic music continues)
(water splashes)
Come to my heart
Baby, be my love
Life after life
Come to my heart
(pebbles clack)
(log thuds)
(footsteps shuffle)
Come to my heart, baby
(both laugh)
(footsteps shuffle)
(leaves rustle) (both laugh)
La, la, la, la
I'm Isabella..ballerina...
[Dina] Look out.
(footsteps shuffle)
(bird chirps)
(footsteps clop)
(wind whooshes)
(lips smack)
(hands clap)
I saw all, you little dykes.
Now give me your phones,
your jewelry, and your money.
(footsteps shuffle)
(knife swishes)
Stay back.
Bring it on.
(branch thuds)
- Ah!
- Dina, run!
(dramatic dark music)
Run, run!
Papa!
Ah!
Ah! (Louie screams)
(dramatic dark music continues)
Help, Miozio!
(phone clacks)
Dina!
Oh, forget that.
I'll get help.
Oh, Dina, stop!
Papa!
Papa, help!
[Hassan] Isabella!
Dina, she's in trouble!
(dramatic dark music continues)
(Dina groans)
[Dina] Ah, ah, ah, ah!
(footsteps thump)
Nobody moves.
Now give me your phones and money.
(grass rustles)
Don't, don't hurt my daughter.
(dramatic music continues)
(intense percussive music)
(boot grates)
(Dina gasps)
(stone thuds)
(stone whooshes)
(mugger groans)
Babaji.
- Hold still.
- Don't move.
Bravo, Tarzan.
Don't you worry, Indian Tarzan.
You'll see me back.
- Hey.
- How dare you keep
hands on my daughter!
Sir, let go.
- Don't put your hands on my daughter.
- Sir, move, move away.
[in Italian] Go to hell!
(footsteps rustle)
(traffic whirs) (slow music)
Hey, baby, what's my strong girl doing?
Hey my beautiful, Farz! I'm
fine... So, waiting for Faria?
So waiting for Faria?
Hey, someone calls her mom.
I don't want to call you
Auntie either. (Chuckles)
(Farzana giggles)
Well, she should be here soon.
In the washroom, had a
lot of Hakka food, you know.
Nothing new for her.
That's right. (Giggles)
[Hassan] Dina, can you make me
Chai and leave in the living room please?
Oop, so Auntie, Daddy wants tea.
So what I'll do, I'll
leave your session on,
and your friend should be back in a bit.
(smooches) Bye.
Bye, sweetheart.
(puzzling music)
(Hassan sighs)
And you again?
Are you talking to me, Hassan?
I guess there is no one around you.
I'm sure you said something to me.
Faria, someone's waiting
for you on the device.
Thank you, Mr. Hassan.
So considerate and kind of you.
But you can also talk to me, I don't bite.
That's an understatement.
That's the problem with you, man,
you worry about everything.
Neighbors, friends, wife, wife's friend.
Why do you worry so much?
(foreboding music)
(kettle shrills)
That's so sweet! (Smooches)
Thank you, uh.
I'm sure you're worried
about Dina as well.
For what?
For a responsible father,
not to be worried about
his teenage daughter
in today's time and age?
Which we'll get to later in the hour.
And now we have our
interview with Dr. Rimka.
We'll be talking about
the impact of cyberbullying
on teen suicide rates.
Dr. Rimka, great to have you on the show.
Pleasure.
Perhaps we can start with what you wrote
in your book about suicide rates climbing.
Yes, this is a big concern right now,
especially among adolescent girls.
It's a silent epidemic that
needs immediate attention.
In my book, "Teen
Suicide Break The Silence",
I have emphasized how
smart device addictions
and cyberbullying are the leading causes
of suicide for adolescents.
This is just what I was talking about.
You should be listening to this.
A lot of your questions will be answered.
Please.
Unbelievable.
(TV hisses)
Seriously, you should
be listening to this.
Don't you think children nowadays
are always glued onto their smart devices?
They're either on their Facebook,
or Instagram, or Snapchats,
and the worst thing is they're always
talking about their teenage
pregnancies, their boyfriends,
and then worst of all, drugs.
Weed-laced gummy bears
are sold from every nook
and corner from the school.
And the school bathrooms are...
You can't worry about every... No!
There are fragrance with marijuana vapes.
What are you talking about?
Which world do you live in?
(sighs)
And you think that I should
not be worried about all this?
Some teenagers have
problems with hormonal changes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, stop.
It's how you get your kids up,
what values you give your children.
Listen, I want my daughter
to grow up ready for the future.
I don't want her to grow up like you,
I mean, like us.
I'm not a police officer.
I'm a simple security guard,
who's only motive in life is the security
of his family and his daughter.
Thanks for your
predictable masculine lecture.
But you know what I mean?
We can't treat our kids as
if they're babies anymore.
She's a young woman.
She needs space to make her own decisions.
She needs to learn how to
make good choices for herself.
I wouldn't allow my
daughter to be caged mentally
and physically like a brutal young life
in a conservative South Asian family.
(mug put down sound)
Read the words of her eyes and heart.
Let her hold the torch of her own
and glow rays around, please.
(Hassan applauds)
Thank you.
Thank you, Professor Farzana Islam.
Thank you, thank you for
your advice and your concern.
No problem.
Thanks again, engineer
Hassan for sending the red
and green beautiful Saree, love it.
(slow music)
You're most welcome,
Professor Farzana Islam.
Mrs. Hassan will be here shortly.
(slow music continues)
Faria!
(sighs)
(Bengali folk musical playing)
(rooster cuckoos)
(teenagers chatter faintly)
(Hassan's Mom smooches)
(footsteps clop)
(Bengali folk musical continues)
(koel bird chirping)
(frog croaks)
(goat bleats)
(school announcement in distance)
(footsteps shuffle)
(wind whooshes)
(leaves rustle)
(car engine whirs)
[Dina] You have your
paper due today, right?
- Yes.
- [Dina] Do you have it with you?
I hope so.
(slow music)
Presenting "Same-Sex
Marriage" by Isabella Marino.
I stayed up so late doing this.
I need to get an A for this.
Give that to me.
You don't need to have this.
Bloody ridiculous, same-sex marriage.
- Babaji, Babaji.
- Hmm.
Babaji, see, we're already late.
And don't worry, it's just
a sociology assignment.
Everything is gonna be fine.
I'll see you later tonight.
I love you. (Smooches)
[Isabella] Bye, Miozio,
thanks for the ride.
(school bell tolls)
(students chatter faintly)
(car door thuds)
(traffic whirs)
(Hassan sighs)
Dear Premier of Ontario,
did I really vote you for this?
(sighs)
(car engine revs)
(car signal clicks)
(car engine rumbles)
(lighthearted music)
(calculator clicks)
(In Italian) Are you crazy?
Sir Isaac Newton, you
can calculate the motion
of my body but not my madness.
If you were alive, I would tear you apart.
(groans)
Why do I have to study calculus?
Stop.
Okay, have some water.
[Isabella] I don't want
water, I want to not doing math.
(sighs)
You got my claws out
You got my claws out, claws out
Do you feel my scream and shout?
You got my claws out
You got my claws out, claws out
Dance with me.
Cool off... breathe the air out
There is a bright route.
Nothing to worry about
Do you feel my scream and shout?
Cool off... breathe the air out
Do you feel my scream and shout?
You got my claws out
You got my claws out, claws out
Do you feel my scream and shout?
You set me on breathing fires
(Dina laughs)
Now you'll hear, my scream and shout,
if you don't stop playing music so loud.
So salty, party pooper.
Have a chill pill, man, relax, so salty.
(Isabella giggles)
My mom is the best.
Oh, she really is.
Okay, calculus, we got this.
Yeah.
Calculus.
Finally.
[Isabella] Oh, okay.
(calculator clicks)
No, I don't get it. (Calculator thuds)
(peaceful music)
(dog barks)
Ma, is professor online?
I actually have to ask her a question.
Where did Ma go?
Ma, Mama?
(sighs)
Let me check.
(peaceful music continues)
(seagulls squawks)
(peaceful music continues)
(pages rustle)
(iPad rings)
Hey, professor.
Dina. (In Bengali) darling!
How are you?
Just busy researching and
writing my midterm essay,
same-sex marriage.
(Farzana gasps)
I'm reading this novel
by Anita Chowdhury.
Look at this.
And this is the same topic.
And she has, she emphasizes a significant
and unique supporting
details on this topic.
You might wanna read it.
Do you want me to send it to you?
Thank you so much
for the information, Auntie,
but you don't have to send it.
Actually, Mommy, she has
online Prime membership,
which will deliver it faster.
So I'll ask her to order it tonight.
[Prof. Farzana] So how is it all going?
Great, school is great.
I and Isabella are having a ball.
Dad is uptight as usual, Mum stress.
Teenage household. (Chuckles)
Absolutely, uh.
Auntie, can I ask you a quick question?
Of course.
Uh, when you and Ma
were in the university,
and you know, you and Mama, you,
you were like very close.
Did your parents say anything?
You know, you'd have to
ask this question to your mom.
Times were different.
Well, you know, like I and Isabella,
we, we are kind of close.
And in this day and this age,
you would think
[Hassan] Dina.
Oh, oh, gotta go,
Auntie, but we'll continue.
I love you. (Smooches)
(lighthearted music)
(uplifting Australian Aboriginal music)
(seagulls squawk)
(uplifting Australian
Aboriginal music continues)
(belt clinks)
(crickets chirp) (perplexed music)
(keyboard clicks)
(lazy chair creaks)
(paper rustles)
(tense music)
Hey, guys, do we know
anyone in a gay marriage
besides Mario and Kumar in
Greenwich Village, Manhattan?
Nobody talks about Marco's
black sheep son in this house.
It's just about my
sociology assignment, Babaji.
(paper scrunches)
This is ridiculous.
And this is only introduced
by a liberal high school curriculum.
(foreboding music)
(dog barks)
(Faria smooches)
(crickets chirp) (puzzling music)
Love,
try to meld into Dina instead of anger.
(distant siren shrills)
What is this?
First, it's my own wife with another woman.
And now it's my own
daughter questioning me.
(sad music)
(crickets chirp)
(leaves rustle)
(calm music)
I hope we are joking.
Nope, not at all.
The Toronto Raptors, the Chicago Bulls?
- Mm-hmm.
- The Air Canada Centre?
- Mm-hmm.
- Tonight?
Absolutely.
And tickets in row B!
(Hassan chuckles)
It was not easy getting
those tickets, my friend.
Oh man, I could just (smooches)
Kiss those tickets. (Hassan laughs)
Can I take a look at them?
- Of course, you can.
- Oh.
It's in the bedroom. Give
me two minutes, I'll get it.
I am finished with this,
Hassan, please keep it to Dina.
Okay, I will.
[Faria] Thank you.
Fantastic, thank you. (Laughs)
That's so exciting, tonight, we're going.
[Maria] It is.
Oh, yes.
(paper rustles)
(Isabella sighs)
(book thuds)
(romantic melodious Bengali flute)
(both giggle)
(romantic melodious female humming)
(zip buzzes)
(In Bengali) Keep your
hands firmly tied to mine
Hide your soul in the core of my chest
(dress plops) -Sing along
with the rhythm of my soul
Enlighten my home with dimple on smile
Give me hug, warm like gloves
Your warmth sweet touch
(lips smack)
(Dina giggles) My
home will be the heaven
Shower laughter in
all my days (lips smack)
(romantic melodious
Bengali flute continues)
(footsteps clop)
(book thuds)
Dina!
(Isabella sighs) (tense music)
Babaji.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
(slap cracks) (Dina squeals)
No, Babaji.
(slap cracks) (squeals)
Papa, Papa.
Kissing this girl?
(Dina wails)
Oh my God, what's happening?
What is the chance?
I don't know.
- [Isabella] Papa!
- Dina.
(door thuds) (tense music continues)
My father, my father.
Hello, hello.
Yes, police, police, please.
Um, um, my friend's dad, (gasps) he, I,
he can't, I don't...
(tense music continues)
[Dina] Ma, Ma!
Dina.
(slaps crack) (Dina sobs)
What?
Dina.
It's Adam and Eve, not Mario and Kumar.
Two girls kissing in my house.
God.
Can't believe my eyes.
- Babaji.
- Shut up!
God, just take me away, blind me.
First, it was my wife.
And now it's my daughter, my angel.
What have you taught my daughter?
Stop it right there.
(slap cracks)
Stop at what? Farzana?
Yes, Farzana, my Farz.
Before she even knew her body,
a teenager was trying to be your wife,
wear your shoes, do what you
want at any time against my will.
I have been suffering
slavery for the last 20 years.
I gave you a daughter.
I went back to university with a daughter
against your fundamentalism.
Nobody knew what I wanted except Farzana.
I don't care what gender this person is.
All I know is that she is my love
for she chose me and had eyes.
Farz is my Othello.
Taslima Nasrin!
You sound like Taslima Nasrin!
Your God for sure.
You sound like her!
You learned all the wrong
things in life from her!
Shame! Shame on both of you!
Taslima?
The anti-misogynist human rights activist
that was exiled from Bangladesh.
Bloody feminist, liberal, anti-God!
Wants to piss on the walls like a man?
(tense music)
She even talks bad about men.
(In Italian) God help us!
Against war?
Daughter taking son's path,
God, please, hear my
prayer. 'Crucify me instead.'
(Isabella squeals)
Isabella, call 911.
Call hell instead... (slap cracks)
Call 911...
Call 911?
Call 911? (Slaps crack)
Go call the police then.
[Marco] Enough.
Marco, I have tried everything
to save this family, everything!
She's the one who has spoiled my daughter!
She's the one.
Hassan, Hassan, it's enough.
Stop.
She's the one who insisted that
she goes to a public school.
I told her to put her in a
private religious school.
She is the one who
always psyches my daughter
for all the wrong things, God knows what!
Enough, Hassan. (Siren blares)
She's a bloody slut!
With her dyke friend in Sydney!
And now it's my daughter.
It's my angel.
It's my daughter. (Siren blares)
And it's my time to take charge.
And I will do, I will do everything
to take care of this. (Dramatic music)
- Stop, Hassan!
- Everything!
- Enough!
- I have to take charge of this.
Sir, drop that weapon right now.
Right now, I'm gonna
take control of this home.
Drop that weapon right now!
Sir, let go of it.
You don't do anything.
- Sir, drop this weapon.
- You don't do anything.
You have no idea what's
going on in this house.
Calm down.
You have no idea.
This is all because of you!
It's all because of you!
You're under arrest.
Anything you can say can
and will be used against you.
You've no idea what's going on.
You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one,
one will be given to you.
Calm down.
You have no(door thuds)
(Isabella sobs)
(crickets chirp)
(siren blares) (dire music)
(chain clinks)
Can anybody hear me?
(footsteps thump) (foreboding music)
[in Bengali] I haven't done anything wrong.
I'm innocent...
Can anybody hear me?
I don't deserve to be here!
God, I do not, I don't deserve to be here!
I did not do anything!
I did not do anything!
I did not do anything.
I did not do anything.
(sobs)
I did not do anything.
I don't deserve to be here.
I don't deserve to be here.
(sniffs)
I just love my family.
I was only protecting my family.
(sobs)
(chain clinks) (sad music)
(pants)
(prison crowd chatters faintly)
(gate clanks)
(basin thuds)
(wall scratches)
(sad music)
(prison crowd chatters faintly)
(chain clinks)
(crickets chirp)
(wolf howls) (puzzling music)
(Tarzan yell)
(lively music)
(explosion blasts)
(dramatic music)
(arrow whooshes)
(adventurer thuds)
(dramatic music continues)
(gun fires)
(arrow whooshes)
(hand taps)
(chain clinks)
(tray hisses)
(in Arabic) In the
name of Allah, I begin...
(smooches)
(tray grates)
(bird chirps) (slow music)
(water sloshes)
(jug thuds)
(In Bengali) Does Tarzan's
mother also feed him?
I am only Hassan to you.
Eat, my prince! And
be stronger than Tarzan.
(slow music continues)
(Hassan sighs)
Oh Allah, send blessings upon
Muhammad and the progeny of Muhammad!
Oh Allah, protect us from Hell!
Oh Allah, protect us from what is unlawful!
(peaceful music)
(Hassan sighs)
Ma.
(sighs)
Faria, Dina.
(sighs)
My family.
(peaceful music continues)
(die clacks)
(Dina gasps)
- Cheating!
- Cheating!
- Ma.
- She's, she's cheating
like your poly auntie.
Yeah, Ma, you can't cheat.
We were here.
Cheating in Ludo is
like fighting in hockey.
(cushions thud)
(Hassan laughs)
(Hassan hums)
(BENGALI ALPHABETS AND
NUMBERS) (crowd chatters faintly)
(chain clinks)
(smooches)
(birds chirp)
(lively harmonica music)
(group hums)
(FEBRUARY 21ST, THE INTERNATIONAL
MOTHER LANGUAGE DAY)
[in Bengali] My Gold land,
blood spattered 21st of February...
How do I forget this?
(footsteps shuffle)
My Brothers' blood
spattered 21st of February...
How do I forget this?
(birds chirp)
The 21st of February, built by the tears
of a hundred mothers
losing of their sons.
How do I forget this?
(flower garland plops)
(nostalgic music)
My Bangla.
(Hassan sighs)
(distant siren blares)
(footsteps clop)
(footsteps thump)
(photo frame clicks)
(puzzling music)
(lazy chair creaks)
(clock ticks)
(clock ticks)
(clock ticks continues)
(nostalgic music)
(pen scratches)
(Isabella laughs)
(ball pounds)
Okay, I got her, go.
Woo-hoo!
(hoop creaks)
Go, Father. (Ball pounds)
(hoop clicks)
Whoa.
To me.
Come on, yeah!
Woo-hoo!
Yeah!
- Hassan.
- Yeah.
You better be careful.
Because I got the best
Rumba baller on my team.
Papa, what's the best Rumba baller?
That's the best basketball player.
Dina, did you hear that? I'm the best.
Hey, Marco, here, you've got the best
basketball player in Canada.
She's a Rumba baller?
- Let's go for it.
- Yeah, let's do it.
- Yeah!
- Yeah.
Okay.
You ready? (Dina laughs)
(serene music)
Yes, we got it, we
got it, (laughs) Marco.
Ah.
Uh, mm.
(sighs)
(slow music)
(pages rustle)
(book thuds)
(hopeful music)
(dramatic music)
(arrow zings)
(bow clicks)
(bowstring creaks)
(dramatic music continues)
(arrow sucks)
(slow music)
(twigs rustle)
(slow music continues)
(footsteps clop)
(mask clacks)
(water splashes)
(birds chirp)
(leaves rustle)
(footsteps thump)
(nostalgic music)
(frog croaks)
(water gushes)
(birds chirp)
(shoulder taps)
(reel clicks)
(hands tap)
(snow crunch)
(water splashes)
(Hassan hums)
[in Bengali] Tuna brought
all the items, one by one.
- Still not getting any sleep?
- No!
[in Bengali] asleep.. Asleep.. Asleep
In Mother's sweet lap.
Peace flows from heaven.
Sweet sleep beneath.
Asleep.. Asleep.. Asleep
(Hassan's Mom hums)
(water splashes)
(Hassan's Mom continues to hum)
As mother gives a soft touch..
..Dreams come true.
My Gold mine, my Prince..
..Will ride on Pegasus.
Will set Odyssey to
unknown cities, countries..
..Victorian palaces..
..Sparkling lights around..
(fountain splashes)
..Marvelous desert,
beautiful mountains..
..Gorgeous sky up, the
mesmerizing waterfall down..
(waterfall gushes)
..Crossing the seven
seas, white snowflakes.
You will conquer the world!
You will charm the world!
Will wear the victorious crown!
Mother's blessings will surround..
..Asleep.. Asleep.. Asleep
(cushions thud)
..Asleep.. Asleep.. Asleep
(birds chirp)
(Hassan's Mom smooches)
(sad music)
(chain clinks)
(nostalgic music)
(Hassan sighs)
(adventurous music)
(romantic music)
(Hassan sniffs)
(Hassan sighs)
(Hassan sniffs)
(Hassan sighs)
(pen scratches)
(lighthearted music)
(ALALPUR 0 KM)
(vines rustle)
[in Bengali] Banyan tree
vine touches the ground.
I am swinging to the sky.
Hide and seek in pampas bushes.
Wind waves over the rice fields.
Robin birds dance on the willow branch.
Starling and crow wrestle for power.
Herons fly in long queues.. Return
to their nests afar...(birds chirp)
...afar... (water splashes)
Cattle cart rolling.. On
an unpaved path at dusk...
..On an unpaved path at dusk...
What a beauty in my green
valley! Save me in your bosom...
..Save me in your bosom...
(Hassan laughs)
(slow melodious flute)
(birds chirp)
(slow melodious flute continues)
What happened to the rats
when the Piper played his pipe?
(birds chirp)
(footsteps shuffle)
[in Bengali] ..meaning, when the
Pied Piper of Hamelin played his pipe...
May I come in, sir?
Captain, 23 minutes late!
No uniform?
Sorry, sir.
Hold your ear (punishment!)
Hold your ear (punishment!)
Kneel down!
No sandals!
(Dove coo)
23 minutes!
(cane flicks)
(playful music)
C... A... P... T... A... I... N!
(students laugh)
Principal. Br. Benedict!
[Teacher] Shut up...
Who is it?
[in Bengali] Spider..Monkey..Ape...
Rotten boys...
Quiet... (cane flicks)
(nostalgic music)
(lively harmonica music)
(lively harmonica music continues)
(nostalgic music)
(water sloshes)
(stone grates)
(sad music)
(Hassan sighs)
(water splashes)
(tense music)
(footsteps clop)
(tense music continues)
(footsteps thump)
(gun scratches)
(bird chirps)
(footsteps shuffle) (calm music)
(water sloshes)
(kettle clacks)
(cup thuds)
(Dina munches)
Hello, Auntie Farzana, how are you?
[Prof. Farzana] Hey, baby.
Hmm, Mommy's in the washroom.
That's her usually habit.
When she's nervous or super excited,
she goes to washroom.
Well, last night's food.
Anyway, has Babaji ride home yet?
Not yet, but Miozio
Marco is driving him home,
and he will be here any moment.
(phone vibrates)
Oh, hang on for a minute, Auntie Farzana.
Miozio is calling.
[in Italian] Faria, he is not here.
Miozio, this is Dina.
Oh, sorry, he's, he's not here.
I'm at the jail, he's, he's not here.
Is he with you?
He's not home yet,
is everything all right?
Okay, don't worry, don't worry.
Mommy shouldn't have
stopped me going with you.
I'll, I'll, I'll find my, my Enzo,
and I'll bring him home, okay?
I'll bring him home.
(ominous music)
That doesn't sound right.
I, I know something is not right.
What, what should I do, Auntie Farzana?
Calm down, baby, don't worry.
He might be
No, no, no, no, no, no, I have a feeling
there is something wrong with Babaji.
I got to go, Mom will call you back.
Ma, Ma, Ma!
(ominous music continues)
Ma, Ma.
Mama, Miozio cannot find Babaji.
There's something wrong with Babaji. (Sobs)
(lazy chair creaks)
(water gushes) (peaceful music)
(birds chirp)
(footsteps clop)
(bag thuds)
(raven squawks)
(bird chirps)
(water splashes)
(birds chirp)
(bag rustles)
(footsteps clop)
(pebbles clack)
(bag thuds)
(birds chirp)
(eagle squawks)
(water gushes)
(birds chirp)
(knees rustle)
(zip buzzes)
(peaceful music continues)
(pages flip)
(Hassan sobs)
(nostalgic music)
(tear thuds)
(Hassan sobs)
(diary thuds)
Oh my God, my Creator,
for my daughter, for my wife, for me,
for my family, every sin,
every mistake we have committed,
only you have the power to forget.
Please forgive our sins.
Please, my Lord, Amin.
(sad music)
(water drips)
(koel bird squawks)
(stone grates)
(ice scratches)
(footsteps clop)
Excited to meet your God?
(tense music)
One stone right here in the nose.
(birds chirp)
That was very painful.
Took me six fucking months
in a sexual jail cell.
A straight man was
forcefully raped day and night
and by a bunch of horny hyenas.
(tense music continues)
I'll make sure you feel the burning pain
that I still have in my ass.
(pants)
It's payback time.
Say your prayers.
[in Arabic] We belong to Allah...
and to Him, shall we return...
(gun fire echoes)
(footsteps clop)
(blood drips)
(Hassan's harmonica plays)
(bird chirps)
(water splashes)
(Hassan's harmonica continues)
(A FEW WEEKS LATER) (footsteps shuffle)
(doorbell switch clicks)
(doorbell rings)
(door creaks)
Hello.
Ma'am, sorry to disturb you,
but we do have some good news.
Louis has been arrested.
Oh.
This is Mr. Hassan's.
Thank you, officers.
(footsteps clop)
(door thuds) (peaceful music)
(birds chirp)
[Marco] "My life has
given me an amazing gift."
[Hassan and Marco] A
Marco, my best friend, your Enzo.
[Hassan] Maria, pray to God
[Hassan and Maria] To save your family.
Love them by all means.
(Hassan's diary plops) (thunder rumbles)
(branches rattle)
God bless you.
Enzo.
(rain drops)
(crickets chirp)
(slow music)
[Hassan] You know, I
suffer from high temper,
which turns everything wrong.
I fear losing my daughter
and you, my heart.
Can you forgive me?
If I have another life,
please make me your love Farz.
(computer rings)
(touch pad clicks) (computer beeps)
(slow music continues)
(Faria sobs)
(crickets chirp) (nostalgic music)
"Home, home, home.
My heaven on earth, the place"
[Hassan and Dina] Where belongs my heart.
Love, joy, hope, and pride.
[Hassan] My only reason to be alive.
(Dina sniffs)
(nostalgic music)
Babaji.
(sobs)
(Mother's lullaby tune in violin)
(leaves rustle)
(birds chirp) (water gushes)
(owl hoots)
(birds chirp)
(Mother's lullaby tune violin continues)
(water splashes)
(insects chirp) (wolf howls)
(birds chirp)
(leaves rustle)
(water sloshes)
(Mother's lullaby tune in violin continues)
("Ghum Ghum Ghum" song
by Lamia Chowdhury Gunjon)
("Ghum Ghum Ghum" song continues)
("Ghum Ghum Ghum" song continues)
(key clanks)
(door creaks)
(door clanks) (dramatic music)
(door thuds)
[in Bengali] I haven't done anything wrong.
I'm innocent.
Can anybody hear me?
I don't deserve to be here!
I don't deserve to be here!
I don't deserve to be here!
I did not do anything!
I did not do anything!
I did not do anything.
I did not do anything.
(sobs)
I did not do anything.
I don't deserve to be here.
I don't deserve to be here.
(sniffs)
I just love my family.
I was only protecting my family. (Sobs)
(dramatic music continues)
(siren blares)
(footsteps clop) (chain clinks)
(prisoners chatter faintly)
(diary clicks)
(smooches)
(nostalgic music)
(pen scratches)
Home, home, home,
my heaven on earth.
The place where belongs my heart.
Love, joy, hope, and pride.
My only reason to be alive.
Home, home, home, my heaven on earth.
The place where belongs my heart.
(pen clicks)
(keyboard clicks)
(bubbles plop)
(keyboard clicks)
(emoji beeps)
(keyboard clicks)
(emoji beeps)
(keyboard clicks)
(pen clicks)
(doorbell rings)
(puzzling music)
(doorbell switch clicks)
(dog barks) (doorbell rings)
I'll get it.
(footsteps clop)
(free-swinging music)
(door clicks)
There's nothing that
tastes better than Italian treat.
What is that?
The stuff you can't stop eating.
[in Italian] Thank you!
Grazie.
(both laugh)
- Oh.
- Oh.
[Faria] Hello.
Hello. (Faria smooches)
Oh, I love my girls.
(smooches)
So how is your mother?
Good, Mio Zia (Italian), she and father
are just doing the 10 o'clock prayer.
- Praying for your brother's sin?
- Yes.
Oh, Maria.
Isabella, ask your father
to mark his fishing calendar.
Again, it's Saturday morning,
6:30 AM, Morningside Bridge, got it?
Okay, Mio Zio (Italian). (Giggles)
Mark the calendars.
Ready to surprise him this Saturday?
Ah, yes. (Giggles)
Oh, my girls. (Smooches) (playful music)
Treat?
(traditional Italian music continues...)
(dog barks) (peaceful music)
(Maria sighs)
Lord, I know Your grace covers all sins.
We just have to accept it.
Forgive my baby for his sinful ways.
I blame myself for spoiling him.
(redemption music)
Please guide and save our Mario from sin.
Amen.
Amen.
(hopeful music)
(Isabella sighs)
(dog barks)
(hisses) My invisible friend,
I said no, I'm not a weed person.
(Hassan sighs)
It's all my fault, I blame myself.
Why?
For not sending you
to a religious school.
(sighs) Don't worry, Father.
Behind this honest daughter
is my amazing dad in the world. (Chuckles)
The core of my heart is an honest girl,
the one that calls me Babaji.
Oh, I love you, Babaji.
I love you too, Beta.
Come on, now let's go to sleep,
- all right?
- Oh.
[in Bengali] Good night...
Okay.
My sweet little pumpkin. (Smooches)
Mm?
Somebody forgot something.
Oh yeah, I forgot something.
Your Babaji's getting very old.
[Dina] Uh-huh.
All right.
So, once upon a time..
There lived two Tweety
birds in the Morningside Park,
one named Tuna and the other named Tuni,
and they had this blue and golden feathers.
One day, Tuna said to Tuni,
"I'd like to have some
deliciously-smelling muffins."
And then Tuna said to Tuni,
I'd like you to fly over the
seven seas and mountains,
all the way to Vietnam
and get me some rice.
And then fly back all over the
seven seas, and mountains,
and the two oceans all the way into Cuba,
and get me some sugar from there.
And then finally, I'd like you
to fly back over the seven
seas, and mountains,
and over the snow-capped peaks
of the Himalayas into Bangladesh,
and get me some fire..
From the "Royal Bengal Tigers"
of the Sundarban...
(chuckles)
(loving music)
(smooches)
(footsteps shuffle)
(mask clacks)
(dog barks)
(water splashes)
(awe-inspiring romantic
melodious Bengali flute)
[in Arabic] All praise be to Allah!
(birds chirp)
My heaven on earth,
the place where belongs my heart.
(smooches)
Faria, my...
Mm?
(romantic melodious violin)
(birds chirp)
(romantic melodious Bengali flute)
Hassan, my love.
(duck quacks)
(chuckles)
You know, Faria,
couple should spend some time together,
you know, away from our parental duties
[in Bengali] Just you and I.
Just you and me, just enjoy ourselves.
You know what?
You should come with me
for our fishing next Saturday.
(Faria laughs) Really, just once.
You'll enjoy it, come.
I think my appetite is more important
than the suffering of a fish.
Come on, Faria,
- just once.
- No, love.
Ah, just once.
Let me remain a vegan.
Oh, Faria. (Faria giggles)
Come.
I so admire you being a vegan.
(both giggle) (calm music)
(birds chirp)
(phone camera clicks)
(calm music continues)
(birds chirp)
(footsteps shuffle)
(dramatic music)
(both laugh)
(leaves rustles)
(dramatic music continues)
(both giggle)
(ominous music)
[Faria] Ow, oh.
It's okay, it's okay.
- Should be fine, should be fine.
- Ow.
Okay, keep your legs up over there
in case of bad ankle.
Oh my God.
(birds chirp)
Okay?
- Okay.
- Slowly, slowly, slowly.
Faria.
Slowly, right there, right there.
Okay. (Pants)
(footsteps rustle)
(birds chirp)
Sit, okay.
(birds chirp) (water gushes)
(smooches) (romantic
melodious female humming)
Hassan, my love.
(romantic melodious
female humming continues)
(smooches)
(birds chirp)
(romantic music continues)
(wings flutter)
(duck quacks)
(lively romantic melodious harmonica music)
(thunder roars) (foreboding music)
(doorbell rings)
(door clicks)
Morning, officers.
Morning, sir.
- Morning.
- Sorry to bother you,
but this is just a courtesy call.
Wanted to let you know
what's been going on in the area.
Is there a problem, officers?
Like gangs, notorious Galloway Boys, or...
Uh, we're not sure yet,
but there have been reports
of muggings in the area,
especially near Morningside Bridge.
We're just asking people to be vigilant
and report anything suspicious,
especially if you see a
man that looks like this.
(thunder roars)
(dark foreboding music continues)
Sure, officer, I appreciate it.
Thanks for coming around.
Thank you.
(dark foreboding music continues)
(koel bird whistles) (Bengali
lighthearted folk music)
(rooster cuckoos)
(raven squawks)
(Bengali lighthearted folk music continues)
(wind whooshes)
(birds chirp)
(wings flap)
(birds chirp)
(Bengali lighthearted folk music continues)
[in Bengali] Here is Mommy, come my baby...
Chick..chick..chick..come..come...
(water splashes)
Chick..chick..chick..come..come...
(cow lows)
Who the bloody hell did this harm to me?
(water splashes)
Come to me...
Who the bloody hell stole my chicken?
Oh, Allah! (Sobs)
(water splashes)
Oh, Allah! (Sobs)
Who the bloody hell stole my chicken?
And the Lord, and the
Messenger, and the Allah!
Will do five days of fasting.
Will donate sweets to the mosque.
Please return my precious.
Neither will have rice nor dal!
How will I pass the days and nights?
And the Lord, and the
Messenger, and the Allah!
Please return my precious.
Oh, Hassan!
Someone stole all my five chickens...
- How am I going to sell eggs now?
- Wait, Chachi...
How am I going to sell eggs now?
Please return my precious.
(perplexed music)
(Hassan sighs)
Shafi Chachi, I still feel your pain.
(resolute music)
(raven squawks)
[in Bengali] Coming...
(Tarzan yell)
(resolute music continues)
(Koel birds chirping)
(chickens cluck)
(ravens squawk)
(birds chirp)
(tense music)
This one? Or that one?
(tense music continues)
(chicken squeals)
(chicken clucks)
(knife zings)
(chicken clucks)
(tense music continues)
(bees buzz)
(arrow swishes)
(bees buzz) (boys screaming)
(boys screaming) (chicken thieves groan)
(bees buzz)
(chickens cluck) (victorious music)
[Rescuers] Chachi, Chachi.
Chachi, Chachi.
Who is there?
Chicken!
My precious!
Thank you, Allah. You've returned them!
I've prayed a lot.
Returned my gold, my diamond...
Healed my heart wounds.
(chickens cluck)
[in Bengali] And the Lord, and
the Messenger, and the God!
Four angels landed on the earth.
Returned my gold, my diamond...
Healed my heart wounds.
Will pray days and nights.
Long live till the end of the world!
And the Lord, and the
Messenger, and God!
Long live till the end of the world!
Wait, I'll bring some treats.
(grateful music)
(Chachi continues to sing in Bengali)
(grateful music continues)
(water splashes)
(Italian folk serene music)
(candy bag scrunches)
(Hassan laughs)
- Thank you.
- You're welcome.
Perugina Rossana.
There you go.
Grazie, thank you so much.
Thank you, Papa.
There you go.
(candy bag scrunches)
(sighs)
- Mm.
Marco, my friend, I wish I had these.
Perugina Rossana with
you in your childhood.
Still miss Italy, yeah?
Calabria, my family home.
I still smelled my grandma's sauce
simmering in the morning.
Seems like yesterday.
Seeing my grandpa pouring the grape juice
into the handmade oak wine barrel.
Oh, wow.
Still feel the steam from the espresso
from my Uncle Frank's Bialetti Moka pot.
Wow.
And Karina would give me and cousin Enzo,
this Perugina Rossana every time
we used to go to her house. (Hassan laughs)
My childhood, it's like a dream,
but still lives inside of me
every day I wake up.
(sighs) Cousin Enzo left us 18 years back.
(sighs)
And I have you, Hassan.
I'll always be your Enzo, Marco, always.
(sniffs) Thank you.
(uplifting Bengali folk music)
(uplifting Bengali folk music continues)
(footsteps rustle)
(water drips)
(lively melodious harmonica plays)
(birds chirp)
(zip hisses)
(stone grates)
(MA)
(lively melodious harmonica play continues)
(bird squawks)
(wings flap)
(water gushes)
(nostalgic music)
You remember the Alalpur Bridge, Dina?
The one we visited on
our last visit to Bangladesh.
The Bridge of Tarzans.
Yeah!
Interesting.
Please tell us more.
Hmm, that bridge had a lot
of sentimental values for me.
Me and my buddies actually,
we learned swimming ourselves.
So we used to tie two
dry coconuts on our bellies,
and then jump down from the bridge,
and then float like ducks
all day long. (Group laughs)
Yeah, in fact, we used to tie a rope
right in the middle of the bridge,
and then swing from one end of the bridge
to the other end back,
and then jump into the
water like Johnny Weissmuller.
(group laughs) Yeah.
And you know what?
We used to catch the eel
fish with our bare hands.
- Ew.
- Yeah.
No, no hooks, no nets, nothing.
The eel fish, right,
live right at the bottom
of the river in the holes,
and we used to catch
them with our hands, really.
- Well, that beats Tarzan.
- Yeah.
(Dina laughs) (Isabella laughs)
And then we used to go
and play hide and seek in the sugar cane
and the jute fields
right around the bridge.
Ah, that used to be the
best part of my school day.
Uh.
And then the monsoons,
it's the best time to be in Bangladesh.
The smell of the mud.
Me and my buddies used to go
and play football in the muddy fields.
And then we used to actually slide down
the muddy edge of the, of the bridge
right into the river.
(Dina squeals) (Isabella squeals)
(Hassan laughs) (Marco laughs)
(sighs)
I really miss those days.
What an adventurous
childhood you had, Miozio.
I did, I did, I did.
(sighs)
(soft melodious flute and violin)
And then when someone hurt me,
I used to go down the
Alalpur Bridge, sit there,
and ask the bridge, "Why?"
That bridge connected all
the floating dots of my heart.
(nostalgic music continues)
(water gushes)
When the world is pouring a
monsoon of madness in my heart,
I come to this bridge,
the Morningside Bridge,
and I talk to this bridge.
No, Babaji, from now on,
you will only come to Morningside Bridge
to share your happiness.
That's it.
And you know what? I'll make sure of it.
Actually, I'm the security
guard of your heart.
Oh. (Marco laughs)
My sweet little pumpkin...
(smooches)
We should take a selfie.
(squeals) Yes.
All right.
Okay, smiles, smiles, cheese.
Cheese. (Phone camera clicks)
(group laughs)
(Isabella squeals)
Good take.
And Dina and I take a walk
while the two Tarzans catch fish?
Of course.
- Of course, sure.
- Sure, go ahead.
But hey, don't go too far away.
Just in case these two Tarzans
hook up a 32-pound salmon,
you'll be missing all the fun.
- Yeah.
- I'll try. (Laughs)
(Marco chuckles)
- Go ahead, be safe, yeah.
- Bye, Babaji.
- Come back soon, all right?
- [Isabella] Bye, Papa.
Ah, let's see what we can do now.
(sighs)
(reel clicks)
(wind whooshes)
(bright music)
(footsteps rustle)
(goat bleats)
(footsteps shuffle)
(intense musical buildup)
(ravens squawk)
(goat bleats)
(stone whooshes)
(Hassan's team laughs)
(stone whooshes)
(tense music buildup)
(Hassan's team laughs)
(tense music continues)
(stone thuds)
(teenagers laugh)
(scarecrow thuds)
(scarecrow rustles)
(teenagers laugh)
(tense music continues)
(stone whooshes)
(pot cracks)
Yes!
[Group] Yeah. (Victorious music)
Yeah.
It's the global warming! Save the earth
Save the creatures..save your breathe..
Save the earth..save the
creatures..save your breathe!
Save the earth, save the creatures
Stand up, all the nations.
Fresher the air, smoke free
It's very crisp today, it's getting cold.
[Dina] Yeah.
It's not in Calabria or Alalpur, Hassan.
It's Toronto in the fall.
You're lucky it's not -40 degrees
and two feet of snow on the ground.
I feel like the cold is
flying in from Canada.
It's all changing.
Papa, you reminded me
of my geography assignment,
which I got an A on, by the way.
Anyway, do not be surprised
if it starts to snow in Miami
or tropical countries like Bangladesh.
Ha, ha, ha, it's global warming.
Ooh. (Laughs)
Actually, climate
change and global warming
are real big threats to our planet,
even bigger than Donald
Trump threatening North Korea.
But for now, I just need to warm up.
I shouldn't have forgotten my gloves.
I have an idea.
Mm.
Why don't you girls go into the forest
and get some branches.
We'll make a fire for
your dad to warm him up.
All right, captain.
Tuna and Tuni will fly
back with some branches
from Shaundeburn shortly.
Okay, Papa, you need to watch
that. There's a big fish coming for me.
- I'll watch it, don't worry.
- I trust you.
Let's go, Dina. (Marco giggles)
Hey, girls, don't go too far away, okay?
Just in case we catch a big salmon,
you're gonna miss all
the fun like last time.
[Isabella and Dina] Okay.
All righty, Marco, let's
see what we can get.
This is for you. (Lighthearted music)
(bird chirps)
(water splashes) (melodious romantic music)
(Isabella laughs) (Dina laughs)
Oh, like that.
(melodious romantic music continues)
(water splashes)
Come to my heart
Baby, be my love
Life after life
Come to my heart
(pebbles clack)
(log thuds)
(footsteps shuffle)
Come to my heart, baby
(both laugh)
(footsteps shuffle)
(leaves rustle) (both laugh)
La, la, la, la
I'm Isabella..ballerina...
[Dina] Look out.
(footsteps shuffle)
(bird chirps)
(footsteps clop)
(wind whooshes)
(lips smack)
(hands clap)
I saw all, you little dykes.
Now give me your phones,
your jewelry, and your money.
(footsteps shuffle)
(knife swishes)
Stay back.
Bring it on.
(branch thuds)
- Ah!
- Dina, run!
(dramatic dark music)
Run, run!
Papa!
Ah!
Ah! (Louie screams)
(dramatic dark music continues)
Help, Miozio!
(phone clacks)
Dina!
Oh, forget that.
I'll get help.
Oh, Dina, stop!
Papa!
Papa, help!
[Hassan] Isabella!
Dina, she's in trouble!
(dramatic dark music continues)
(Dina groans)
[Dina] Ah, ah, ah, ah!
(footsteps thump)
Nobody moves.
Now give me your phones and money.
(grass rustles)
Don't, don't hurt my daughter.
(dramatic music continues)
(intense percussive music)
(boot grates)
(Dina gasps)
(stone thuds)
(stone whooshes)
(mugger groans)
Babaji.
- Hold still.
- Don't move.
Bravo, Tarzan.
Don't you worry, Indian Tarzan.
You'll see me back.
- Hey.
- How dare you keep
hands on my daughter!
Sir, let go.
- Don't put your hands on my daughter.
- Sir, move, move away.
[in Italian] Go to hell!
(footsteps rustle)
(traffic whirs) (slow music)
Hey, baby, what's my strong girl doing?
Hey my beautiful, Farz! I'm
fine... So, waiting for Faria?
So waiting for Faria?
Hey, someone calls her mom.
I don't want to call you
Auntie either. (Chuckles)
(Farzana giggles)
Well, she should be here soon.
In the washroom, had a
lot of Hakka food, you know.
Nothing new for her.
That's right. (Giggles)
[Hassan] Dina, can you make me
Chai and leave in the living room please?
Oop, so Auntie, Daddy wants tea.
So what I'll do, I'll
leave your session on,
and your friend should be back in a bit.
(smooches) Bye.
Bye, sweetheart.
(puzzling music)
(Hassan sighs)
And you again?
Are you talking to me, Hassan?
I guess there is no one around you.
I'm sure you said something to me.
Faria, someone's waiting
for you on the device.
Thank you, Mr. Hassan.
So considerate and kind of you.
But you can also talk to me, I don't bite.
That's an understatement.
That's the problem with you, man,
you worry about everything.
Neighbors, friends, wife, wife's friend.
Why do you worry so much?
(foreboding music)
(kettle shrills)
That's so sweet! (Smooches)
Thank you, uh.
I'm sure you're worried
about Dina as well.
For what?
For a responsible father,
not to be worried about
his teenage daughter
in today's time and age?
Which we'll get to later in the hour.
And now we have our
interview with Dr. Rimka.
We'll be talking about
the impact of cyberbullying
on teen suicide rates.
Dr. Rimka, great to have you on the show.
Pleasure.
Perhaps we can start with what you wrote
in your book about suicide rates climbing.
Yes, this is a big concern right now,
especially among adolescent girls.
It's a silent epidemic that
needs immediate attention.
In my book, "Teen
Suicide Break The Silence",
I have emphasized how
smart device addictions
and cyberbullying are the leading causes
of suicide for adolescents.
This is just what I was talking about.
You should be listening to this.
A lot of your questions will be answered.
Please.
Unbelievable.
(TV hisses)
Seriously, you should
be listening to this.
Don't you think children nowadays
are always glued onto their smart devices?
They're either on their Facebook,
or Instagram, or Snapchats,
and the worst thing is they're always
talking about their teenage
pregnancies, their boyfriends,
and then worst of all, drugs.
Weed-laced gummy bears
are sold from every nook
and corner from the school.
And the school bathrooms are...
You can't worry about every... No!
There are fragrance with marijuana vapes.
What are you talking about?
Which world do you live in?
(sighs)
And you think that I should
not be worried about all this?
Some teenagers have
problems with hormonal changes.
No, no, no, no, no, no, stop.
It's how you get your kids up,
what values you give your children.
Listen, I want my daughter
to grow up ready for the future.
I don't want her to grow up like you,
I mean, like us.
I'm not a police officer.
I'm a simple security guard,
who's only motive in life is the security
of his family and his daughter.
Thanks for your
predictable masculine lecture.
But you know what I mean?
We can't treat our kids as
if they're babies anymore.
She's a young woman.
She needs space to make her own decisions.
She needs to learn how to
make good choices for herself.
I wouldn't allow my
daughter to be caged mentally
and physically like a brutal young life
in a conservative South Asian family.
(mug put down sound)
Read the words of her eyes and heart.
Let her hold the torch of her own
and glow rays around, please.
(Hassan applauds)
Thank you.
Thank you, Professor Farzana Islam.
Thank you, thank you for
your advice and your concern.
No problem.
Thanks again, engineer
Hassan for sending the red
and green beautiful Saree, love it.
(slow music)
You're most welcome,
Professor Farzana Islam.
Mrs. Hassan will be here shortly.
(slow music continues)
Faria!
(sighs)
(Bengali folk musical playing)
(rooster cuckoos)
(teenagers chatter faintly)
(Hassan's Mom smooches)
(footsteps clop)
(Bengali folk musical continues)
(koel bird chirping)
(frog croaks)
(goat bleats)
(school announcement in distance)
(footsteps shuffle)
(wind whooshes)
(leaves rustle)
(car engine whirs)
[Dina] You have your
paper due today, right?
- Yes.
- [Dina] Do you have it with you?
I hope so.
(slow music)
Presenting "Same-Sex
Marriage" by Isabella Marino.
I stayed up so late doing this.
I need to get an A for this.
Give that to me.
You don't need to have this.
Bloody ridiculous, same-sex marriage.
- Babaji, Babaji.
- Hmm.
Babaji, see, we're already late.
And don't worry, it's just
a sociology assignment.
Everything is gonna be fine.
I'll see you later tonight.
I love you. (Smooches)
[Isabella] Bye, Miozio,
thanks for the ride.
(school bell tolls)
(students chatter faintly)
(car door thuds)
(traffic whirs)
(Hassan sighs)
Dear Premier of Ontario,
did I really vote you for this?
(sighs)
(car engine revs)
(car signal clicks)
(car engine rumbles)
(lighthearted music)
(calculator clicks)
(In Italian) Are you crazy?
Sir Isaac Newton, you
can calculate the motion
of my body but not my madness.
If you were alive, I would tear you apart.
(groans)
Why do I have to study calculus?
Stop.
Okay, have some water.
[Isabella] I don't want
water, I want to not doing math.
(sighs)
You got my claws out
You got my claws out, claws out
Do you feel my scream and shout?
You got my claws out
You got my claws out, claws out
Dance with me.
Cool off... breathe the air out
There is a bright route.
Nothing to worry about
Do you feel my scream and shout?
Cool off... breathe the air out
Do you feel my scream and shout?
You got my claws out
You got my claws out, claws out
Do you feel my scream and shout?
You set me on breathing fires
(Dina laughs)
Now you'll hear, my scream and shout,
if you don't stop playing music so loud.
So salty, party pooper.
Have a chill pill, man, relax, so salty.
(Isabella giggles)
My mom is the best.
Oh, she really is.
Okay, calculus, we got this.
Yeah.
Calculus.
Finally.
[Isabella] Oh, okay.
(calculator clicks)
No, I don't get it. (Calculator thuds)
(peaceful music)
(dog barks)
Ma, is professor online?
I actually have to ask her a question.
Where did Ma go?
Ma, Mama?
(sighs)
Let me check.
(peaceful music continues)
(seagulls squawks)
(peaceful music continues)
(pages rustle)
(iPad rings)
Hey, professor.
Dina. (In Bengali) darling!
How are you?
Just busy researching and
writing my midterm essay,
same-sex marriage.
(Farzana gasps)
I'm reading this novel
by Anita Chowdhury.
Look at this.
And this is the same topic.
And she has, she emphasizes a significant
and unique supporting
details on this topic.
You might wanna read it.
Do you want me to send it to you?
Thank you so much
for the information, Auntie,
but you don't have to send it.
Actually, Mommy, she has
online Prime membership,
which will deliver it faster.
So I'll ask her to order it tonight.
[Prof. Farzana] So how is it all going?
Great, school is great.
I and Isabella are having a ball.
Dad is uptight as usual, Mum stress.
Teenage household. (Chuckles)
Absolutely, uh.
Auntie, can I ask you a quick question?
Of course.
Uh, when you and Ma
were in the university,
and you know, you and Mama, you,
you were like very close.
Did your parents say anything?
You know, you'd have to
ask this question to your mom.
Times were different.
Well, you know, like I and Isabella,
we, we are kind of close.
And in this day and this age,
you would think
[Hassan] Dina.
Oh, oh, gotta go,
Auntie, but we'll continue.
I love you. (Smooches)
(lighthearted music)
(uplifting Australian Aboriginal music)
(seagulls squawk)
(uplifting Australian
Aboriginal music continues)
(belt clinks)
(crickets chirp) (perplexed music)
(keyboard clicks)
(lazy chair creaks)
(paper rustles)
(tense music)
Hey, guys, do we know
anyone in a gay marriage
besides Mario and Kumar in
Greenwich Village, Manhattan?
Nobody talks about Marco's
black sheep son in this house.
It's just about my
sociology assignment, Babaji.
(paper scrunches)
This is ridiculous.
And this is only introduced
by a liberal high school curriculum.
(foreboding music)
(dog barks)
(Faria smooches)
(crickets chirp) (puzzling music)
Love,
try to meld into Dina instead of anger.
(distant siren shrills)
What is this?
First, it's my own wife with another woman.
And now it's my own
daughter questioning me.
(sad music)
(crickets chirp)
(leaves rustle)
(calm music)
I hope we are joking.
Nope, not at all.
The Toronto Raptors, the Chicago Bulls?
- Mm-hmm.
- The Air Canada Centre?
- Mm-hmm.
- Tonight?
Absolutely.
And tickets in row B!
(Hassan chuckles)
It was not easy getting
those tickets, my friend.
Oh man, I could just (smooches)
Kiss those tickets. (Hassan laughs)
Can I take a look at them?
- Of course, you can.
- Oh.
It's in the bedroom. Give
me two minutes, I'll get it.
I am finished with this,
Hassan, please keep it to Dina.
Okay, I will.
[Faria] Thank you.
Fantastic, thank you. (Laughs)
That's so exciting, tonight, we're going.
[Maria] It is.
Oh, yes.
(paper rustles)
(Isabella sighs)
(book thuds)
(romantic melodious Bengali flute)
(both giggle)
(romantic melodious female humming)
(zip buzzes)
(In Bengali) Keep your
hands firmly tied to mine
Hide your soul in the core of my chest
(dress plops) -Sing along
with the rhythm of my soul
Enlighten my home with dimple on smile
Give me hug, warm like gloves
Your warmth sweet touch
(lips smack)
(Dina giggles) My
home will be the heaven
Shower laughter in
all my days (lips smack)
(romantic melodious
Bengali flute continues)
(footsteps clop)
(book thuds)
Dina!
(Isabella sighs) (tense music)
Babaji.
What are you doing?
What are you doing?
(slap cracks) (Dina squeals)
No, Babaji.
(slap cracks) (squeals)
Papa, Papa.
Kissing this girl?
(Dina wails)
Oh my God, what's happening?
What is the chance?
I don't know.
- [Isabella] Papa!
- Dina.
(door thuds) (tense music continues)
My father, my father.
Hello, hello.
Yes, police, police, please.
Um, um, my friend's dad, (gasps) he, I,
he can't, I don't...
(tense music continues)
[Dina] Ma, Ma!
Dina.
(slaps crack) (Dina sobs)
What?
Dina.
It's Adam and Eve, not Mario and Kumar.
Two girls kissing in my house.
God.
Can't believe my eyes.
- Babaji.
- Shut up!
God, just take me away, blind me.
First, it was my wife.
And now it's my daughter, my angel.
What have you taught my daughter?
Stop it right there.
(slap cracks)
Stop at what? Farzana?
Yes, Farzana, my Farz.
Before she even knew her body,
a teenager was trying to be your wife,
wear your shoes, do what you
want at any time against my will.
I have been suffering
slavery for the last 20 years.
I gave you a daughter.
I went back to university with a daughter
against your fundamentalism.
Nobody knew what I wanted except Farzana.
I don't care what gender this person is.
All I know is that she is my love
for she chose me and had eyes.
Farz is my Othello.
Taslima Nasrin!
You sound like Taslima Nasrin!
Your God for sure.
You sound like her!
You learned all the wrong
things in life from her!
Shame! Shame on both of you!
Taslima?
The anti-misogynist human rights activist
that was exiled from Bangladesh.
Bloody feminist, liberal, anti-God!
Wants to piss on the walls like a man?
(tense music)
She even talks bad about men.
(In Italian) God help us!
Against war?
Daughter taking son's path,
God, please, hear my
prayer. 'Crucify me instead.'
(Isabella squeals)
Isabella, call 911.
Call hell instead... (slap cracks)
Call 911...
Call 911?
Call 911? (Slaps crack)
Go call the police then.
[Marco] Enough.
Marco, I have tried everything
to save this family, everything!
She's the one who has spoiled my daughter!
She's the one.
Hassan, Hassan, it's enough.
Stop.
She's the one who insisted that
she goes to a public school.
I told her to put her in a
private religious school.
She is the one who
always psyches my daughter
for all the wrong things, God knows what!
Enough, Hassan. (Siren blares)
She's a bloody slut!
With her dyke friend in Sydney!
And now it's my daughter.
It's my angel.
It's my daughter. (Siren blares)
And it's my time to take charge.
And I will do, I will do everything
to take care of this. (Dramatic music)
- Stop, Hassan!
- Everything!
- Enough!
- I have to take charge of this.
Sir, drop that weapon right now.
Right now, I'm gonna
take control of this home.
Drop that weapon right now!
Sir, let go of it.
You don't do anything.
- Sir, drop this weapon.
- You don't do anything.
You have no idea what's
going on in this house.
Calm down.
You have no idea.
This is all because of you!
It's all because of you!
You're under arrest.
Anything you can say can
and will be used against you.
You've no idea what's going on.
You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford one,
one will be given to you.
Calm down.
You have no(door thuds)
(Isabella sobs)
(crickets chirp)
(siren blares) (dire music)
(chain clinks)
Can anybody hear me?
(footsteps thump) (foreboding music)
[in Bengali] I haven't done anything wrong.
I'm innocent...
Can anybody hear me?
I don't deserve to be here!
God, I do not, I don't deserve to be here!
I did not do anything!
I did not do anything!
I did not do anything.
I did not do anything.
(sobs)
I did not do anything.
I don't deserve to be here.
I don't deserve to be here.
(sniffs)
I just love my family.
I was only protecting my family.
(sobs)
(chain clinks) (sad music)
(pants)
(prison crowd chatters faintly)
(gate clanks)
(basin thuds)
(wall scratches)
(sad music)
(prison crowd chatters faintly)
(chain clinks)
(crickets chirp)
(wolf howls) (puzzling music)
(Tarzan yell)
(lively music)
(explosion blasts)
(dramatic music)
(arrow whooshes)
(adventurer thuds)
(dramatic music continues)
(gun fires)
(arrow whooshes)
(hand taps)
(chain clinks)
(tray hisses)
(in Arabic) In the
name of Allah, I begin...
(smooches)
(tray grates)
(bird chirps) (slow music)
(water sloshes)
(jug thuds)
(In Bengali) Does Tarzan's
mother also feed him?
I am only Hassan to you.
Eat, my prince! And
be stronger than Tarzan.
(slow music continues)
(Hassan sighs)
Oh Allah, send blessings upon
Muhammad and the progeny of Muhammad!
Oh Allah, protect us from Hell!
Oh Allah, protect us from what is unlawful!
(peaceful music)
(Hassan sighs)
Ma.
(sighs)
Faria, Dina.
(sighs)
My family.
(peaceful music continues)
(die clacks)
(Dina gasps)
- Cheating!
- Cheating!
- Ma.
- She's, she's cheating
like your poly auntie.
Yeah, Ma, you can't cheat.
We were here.
Cheating in Ludo is
like fighting in hockey.
(cushions thud)
(Hassan laughs)
(Hassan hums)
(BENGALI ALPHABETS AND
NUMBERS) (crowd chatters faintly)
(chain clinks)
(smooches)
(birds chirp)
(lively harmonica music)
(group hums)
(FEBRUARY 21ST, THE INTERNATIONAL
MOTHER LANGUAGE DAY)
[in Bengali] My Gold land,
blood spattered 21st of February...
How do I forget this?
(footsteps shuffle)
My Brothers' blood
spattered 21st of February...
How do I forget this?
(birds chirp)
The 21st of February, built by the tears
of a hundred mothers
losing of their sons.
How do I forget this?
(flower garland plops)
(nostalgic music)
My Bangla.
(Hassan sighs)
(distant siren blares)
(footsteps clop)
(footsteps thump)
(photo frame clicks)
(puzzling music)
(lazy chair creaks)
(clock ticks)
(clock ticks)
(clock ticks continues)
(nostalgic music)
(pen scratches)
(Isabella laughs)
(ball pounds)
Okay, I got her, go.
Woo-hoo!
(hoop creaks)
Go, Father. (Ball pounds)
(hoop clicks)
Whoa.
To me.
Come on, yeah!
Woo-hoo!
Yeah!
- Hassan.
- Yeah.
You better be careful.
Because I got the best
Rumba baller on my team.
Papa, what's the best Rumba baller?
That's the best basketball player.
Dina, did you hear that? I'm the best.
Hey, Marco, here, you've got the best
basketball player in Canada.
She's a Rumba baller?
- Let's go for it.
- Yeah, let's do it.
- Yeah!
- Yeah.
Okay.
You ready? (Dina laughs)
(serene music)
Yes, we got it, we
got it, (laughs) Marco.
Ah.
Uh, mm.
(sighs)
(slow music)
(pages rustle)
(book thuds)
(hopeful music)
(dramatic music)
(arrow zings)
(bow clicks)
(bowstring creaks)
(dramatic music continues)
(arrow sucks)
(slow music)
(twigs rustle)
(slow music continues)
(footsteps clop)
(mask clacks)
(water splashes)
(birds chirp)
(leaves rustle)
(footsteps thump)
(nostalgic music)
(frog croaks)
(water gushes)
(birds chirp)
(shoulder taps)
(reel clicks)
(hands tap)
(snow crunch)
(water splashes)
(Hassan hums)
[in Bengali] Tuna brought
all the items, one by one.
- Still not getting any sleep?
- No!
[in Bengali] asleep.. Asleep.. Asleep
In Mother's sweet lap.
Peace flows from heaven.
Sweet sleep beneath.
Asleep.. Asleep.. Asleep
(Hassan's Mom hums)
(water splashes)
(Hassan's Mom continues to hum)
As mother gives a soft touch..
..Dreams come true.
My Gold mine, my Prince..
..Will ride on Pegasus.
Will set Odyssey to
unknown cities, countries..
..Victorian palaces..
..Sparkling lights around..
(fountain splashes)
..Marvelous desert,
beautiful mountains..
..Gorgeous sky up, the
mesmerizing waterfall down..
(waterfall gushes)
..Crossing the seven
seas, white snowflakes.
You will conquer the world!
You will charm the world!
Will wear the victorious crown!
Mother's blessings will surround..
..Asleep.. Asleep.. Asleep
(cushions thud)
..Asleep.. Asleep.. Asleep
(birds chirp)
(Hassan's Mom smooches)
(sad music)
(chain clinks)
(nostalgic music)
(Hassan sighs)
(adventurous music)
(romantic music)
(Hassan sniffs)
(Hassan sighs)
(Hassan sniffs)
(Hassan sighs)
(pen scratches)
(lighthearted music)
(ALALPUR 0 KM)
(vines rustle)
[in Bengali] Banyan tree
vine touches the ground.
I am swinging to the sky.
Hide and seek in pampas bushes.
Wind waves over the rice fields.
Robin birds dance on the willow branch.
Starling and crow wrestle for power.
Herons fly in long queues.. Return
to their nests afar...(birds chirp)
...afar... (water splashes)
Cattle cart rolling.. On
an unpaved path at dusk...
..On an unpaved path at dusk...
What a beauty in my green
valley! Save me in your bosom...
..Save me in your bosom...
(Hassan laughs)
(slow melodious flute)
(birds chirp)
(slow melodious flute continues)
What happened to the rats
when the Piper played his pipe?
(birds chirp)
(footsteps shuffle)
[in Bengali] ..meaning, when the
Pied Piper of Hamelin played his pipe...
May I come in, sir?
Captain, 23 minutes late!
No uniform?
Sorry, sir.
Hold your ear (punishment!)
Hold your ear (punishment!)
Kneel down!
No sandals!
(Dove coo)
23 minutes!
(cane flicks)
(playful music)
C... A... P... T... A... I... N!
(students laugh)
Principal. Br. Benedict!
[Teacher] Shut up...
Who is it?
[in Bengali] Spider..Monkey..Ape...
Rotten boys...
Quiet... (cane flicks)
(nostalgic music)
(lively harmonica music)
(lively harmonica music continues)
(nostalgic music)
(water sloshes)
(stone grates)
(sad music)
(Hassan sighs)
(water splashes)
(tense music)
(footsteps clop)
(tense music continues)
(footsteps thump)
(gun scratches)
(bird chirps)
(footsteps shuffle) (calm music)
(water sloshes)
(kettle clacks)
(cup thuds)
(Dina munches)
Hello, Auntie Farzana, how are you?
[Prof. Farzana] Hey, baby.
Hmm, Mommy's in the washroom.
That's her usually habit.
When she's nervous or super excited,
she goes to washroom.
Well, last night's food.
Anyway, has Babaji ride home yet?
Not yet, but Miozio
Marco is driving him home,
and he will be here any moment.
(phone vibrates)
Oh, hang on for a minute, Auntie Farzana.
Miozio is calling.
[in Italian] Faria, he is not here.
Miozio, this is Dina.
Oh, sorry, he's, he's not here.
I'm at the jail, he's, he's not here.
Is he with you?
He's not home yet,
is everything all right?
Okay, don't worry, don't worry.
Mommy shouldn't have
stopped me going with you.
I'll, I'll, I'll find my, my Enzo,
and I'll bring him home, okay?
I'll bring him home.
(ominous music)
That doesn't sound right.
I, I know something is not right.
What, what should I do, Auntie Farzana?
Calm down, baby, don't worry.
He might be
No, no, no, no, no, no, I have a feeling
there is something wrong with Babaji.
I got to go, Mom will call you back.
Ma, Ma, Ma!
(ominous music continues)
Ma, Ma.
Mama, Miozio cannot find Babaji.
There's something wrong with Babaji. (Sobs)
(lazy chair creaks)
(water gushes) (peaceful music)
(birds chirp)
(footsteps clop)
(bag thuds)
(raven squawks)
(bird chirps)
(water splashes)
(birds chirp)
(bag rustles)
(footsteps clop)
(pebbles clack)
(bag thuds)
(birds chirp)
(eagle squawks)
(water gushes)
(birds chirp)
(knees rustle)
(zip buzzes)
(peaceful music continues)
(pages flip)
(Hassan sobs)
(nostalgic music)
(tear thuds)
(Hassan sobs)
(diary thuds)
Oh my God, my Creator,
for my daughter, for my wife, for me,
for my family, every sin,
every mistake we have committed,
only you have the power to forget.
Please forgive our sins.
Please, my Lord, Amin.
(sad music)
(water drips)
(koel bird squawks)
(stone grates)
(ice scratches)
(footsteps clop)
Excited to meet your God?
(tense music)
One stone right here in the nose.
(birds chirp)
That was very painful.
Took me six fucking months
in a sexual jail cell.
A straight man was
forcefully raped day and night
and by a bunch of horny hyenas.
(tense music continues)
I'll make sure you feel the burning pain
that I still have in my ass.
(pants)
It's payback time.
Say your prayers.
[in Arabic] We belong to Allah...
and to Him, shall we return...
(gun fire echoes)
(footsteps clop)
(blood drips)
(Hassan's harmonica plays)
(bird chirps)
(water splashes)
(Hassan's harmonica continues)
(A FEW WEEKS LATER) (footsteps shuffle)
(doorbell switch clicks)
(doorbell rings)
(door creaks)
Hello.
Ma'am, sorry to disturb you,
but we do have some good news.
Louis has been arrested.
Oh.
This is Mr. Hassan's.
Thank you, officers.
(footsteps clop)
(door thuds) (peaceful music)
(birds chirp)
[Marco] "My life has
given me an amazing gift."
[Hassan and Marco] A
Marco, my best friend, your Enzo.
[Hassan] Maria, pray to God
[Hassan and Maria] To save your family.
Love them by all means.
(Hassan's diary plops) (thunder rumbles)
(branches rattle)
God bless you.
Enzo.
(rain drops)
(crickets chirp)
(slow music)
[Hassan] You know, I
suffer from high temper,
which turns everything wrong.
I fear losing my daughter
and you, my heart.
Can you forgive me?
If I have another life,
please make me your love Farz.
(computer rings)
(touch pad clicks) (computer beeps)
(slow music continues)
(Faria sobs)
(crickets chirp) (nostalgic music)
"Home, home, home.
My heaven on earth, the place"
[Hassan and Dina] Where belongs my heart.
Love, joy, hope, and pride.
[Hassan] My only reason to be alive.
(Dina sniffs)
(nostalgic music)
Babaji.
(sobs)
(Mother's lullaby tune in violin)
(leaves rustle)
(birds chirp) (water gushes)
(owl hoots)
(birds chirp)
(Mother's lullaby tune violin continues)
(water splashes)
(insects chirp) (wolf howls)
(birds chirp)
(leaves rustle)
(water sloshes)
(Mother's lullaby tune in violin continues)
("Ghum Ghum Ghum" song
by Lamia Chowdhury Gunjon)
("Ghum Ghum Ghum" song continues)
("Ghum Ghum Ghum" song continues)