养家之人 The Breadwinner (2017)【完整台词】

Beautiful items for sale!

Anything written! Anything read! Pashto and Dari!

Beautiful items for sale!

Anything written. Anything read.

Pashto and Dari. Beautiful items for sale.

I saw you serve a woman! I saw you with my own eyes!

- Uh, I really don't think... - You were!

Anything written. Anything read.

Pashto and Dari. Beautiful items for sale.

Parvana.

It's the only thing of value we have left.
I never wore it. Not even once.

Where would you wear it, Parvana?

- Let's continue your studies. All right? - Yes, Baba.

Now, what can you tell me about the Silk Road?

The Silk Road.

Baba, I can't remember about the Silk Road.

Maybe if we think of it like a story.

Stories remain in our hearts even when all else is gone.

Our people have always told stories, from our very beginning,

when we were Parthia and Khorasan.

A fractured land in the claws of the Hindu Kush mountains,

scorched by the fiery eyes of the Northern Deserts,

black rubble earth against ice peaks.

Our land was the petrified skeleton of a monster.
We were Ariana,

the land of the noble and honorable.

We were a pathway to everywhere,

carrying goods from east to west.

We studied the stars

and began to see order amidst the chaos.

We were scientists, philosophers, and storytellers.

Questions sought answers and then more questions.

We began to see our place in the universe.

But we were at the edges of empires at war with each other,

as borders were defined and redefined...

over thousands of years.

Of these mighty rulers came Cyrus the Great of Persia.

Then Alexander the Great of Macedon.

There came the Mauryan Empire,

Genghis Khan,

and so on and so on.

Each time there was bloodshed,

and each time there were survivors.

A pattern repeating itself endlessly.

When I was young, Parvana,

I knew what peace felt like, here in this city.

Children went to school, women went to university.

All the empires forgot about us,

for a while at least.

But it did not last.

The ground became weak under our feet,

always uncertain.

First came a coup d'¨¦tat, then an invasion,

then a civil war.

In the chaos,

some looked to those who might restore order.

But at a great cost.

We have determined specific dignity for women!

Women should not go outside and attract unnecessary attention!

If a woman shows herself, she will be cursed by the Islamic Sharia

and should never expect to go to heaven.

Everything changes, Parvana.

Stories remind us of that.

Parvana, were you listening at all?

Yes, Baba.

Why don't you tell me about our nomadic ancestors

and their hills of gold?

Well?

2,000 years ago...

- Yes? - 2,000 years ago...

there was a Bactrian princess

who had a crown.

And?

- And... - Parvana?

Away. Keep away from my things.

Go away. I said go away, you silly dog!

Hey, you! What do you think you're doing?

Why is this girl shouting?

She is only a child. She meant nothing by it.

She's drawing attention to herself!

She should be at home, not displaying herself in the market.

I have no son at home, except an infant. I need my daughter to help me.

- Stand up when we talk to you. - I am a cr...

I said stand up!

- I know you. - Yes, Idrees.

I was your teacher once. You were a good student.

You wasted my time, teaching me things of no worth.

I have joined the Taliban and now I fight the enemies of Islam.

Well, if I am an enemy, then for my sins God has taken my leg.

Are you making fun of me, old man?

I lost my leg in the war. The war we fought together.

- How old is the girl? - Idrees.

- She is a child. - She's old enough to marry.

I'll be looking for a wife soon.

She's already been promised to someone.

Well, she should cover herself properly.

- Maybe you should stop looking at her. - What did you say to me?

I said stop looking at her.

- I can have you killed! - Idrees.

- You watch what you say! - That's enough. Come on.

Are you all right?

Yes, Baba.

That's my girl.

Let's go home now.

Parvana?

You told that boy I was promised to someone.

Am I getting married?

Of course not. You are still a child.

I want you playing and telling stories.

I'm too old for that now.

Too old for stories? You've always loved stories.

What's the use?

I'll have a word with Mama-jan and we'll sort it all out.

Please don't mention the dress.

Then I'll never hear the end of it.

- The end of what? - Nothing, Mama-jan.

We're not selling Parvana's good dress.

Baba, that's not what I meant.

We need the money, Baba.

We'll hold off for a bit. I think business will pick up.

If business picks up, then we won't have to sell it, sure.

But the sky is far and the earth is hard. We will have to sell it soon.

Well, what about a little story before dinner?

And we'll forget all about dresses for a while.

Maybe Parvana would like to read something for us?

Not right now, Mama-jan. I'm tired.

She's not a child anymore, she tells me.

So she doesn't like stories.

Don't be in such a hurry to grow up, my sweet girl.

It might not be all that you expect.

We're out of water. You didn't bring enough this morning.

But there's half a bucket by the door.

When I was young enough to fetch water, the buckets were never empty.

- Hey! - Girls, stop it.

Either you go out and get more water after dinner...

or you can wash Zaki's dirty diapers.

- How are you feeling? - Better.

Now that you're here.

Maybe if you didn't wash your hair so much, we wouldn't run out so quickly.

- Parvana. - You should have some respect.

Why don't you eat, hmm?

- Things always look better when your belly is full. - Yes, Maudar.

Zaki, Zaki, wait till I pull up your sleeves.

No, Mama-jan.

There. There you go.

Don't eat all the raisins, Parvana. Leave them for Zaki.

Why don't you give him that big raisin on your chin, Soraya?

Oh, but it's not a raisin.

It's a big, hairy mole.

Parvana, apologize to Soraya.

Parvana?

He's in there! I saw him!

- If there are women present... - Baba?

Cover yourselves now!

That's the man. An enemy of Islam.

He's got forbidden books, and he's teaching the women with them!

- Leave us be! - He's done nothing!

Nurullah Alizai, you must come with us.

Baba!

- You can't take him! - Baba!

Baba-jan!

Where is he being taken?

To prison.

They'll teach him a good lesson in Pul-e-Charkhi.

Baba!

Baba!

Mama-jan? Can I light the lamp?

Hush, Parvana. You'll wake Zaki.

But if they let Baba go,

he'll need a light in the window to see home.

How could he come home? He doesn't even have his stick to walk with.

Go back to sleep. It will be all right.

How do you know that, Mama-jan? How do you know?

Be quiet, Parvana. She has enough to worry about.

Hey! Zaki, stop it.

Get up, Parvana. Stop playing around.

Why? What's going on?