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Hello? Right. That’s right. What’s the address? God! Yasemin Hanim, right? -Yes. -Sorry, it took a while. I broke down on the way. Can you be quieter? It’s early. The neighbors. Sure. Careful! Shh! Can you hurry? Don’t worry. I’m blessed like my name. I can undo any lock in the world. 10 years in the job and my butt crack hasn’t shown once. Zero crack. Good for you, but hush. If I were a thief, I could rob any house. But that’s not my style. -What are you doing? -Sorry. It isn’t locked. There, i

t’s open. Tanju! So, about the money... Tanju! Tanju, what’s going on here? What’s going on here? I’m asking you. What’s going on? Shame on you. So whenever I’m gone you’re doing it with this slut. -I’m gonna kill you. -Wait. -Don’t. -I’m gonna kill you both. -Get off me. -Don’t. Please don’t. Please. That went in my mouth. Who is this guy? The locksmith. Yes, I’m the locksmith. What’s to say you are? Stop. I’ve no business with anyone’s wife or girl. Anyway what’s with that woman when you have

this lovely wife? She’s not my wife. -So what is she? -My lover. Who’s this? She’s my wife. If you’re his wife, why don’t you say so? I do, but who listens? -Passive bitch, I’m gonna kill you. -Don’t. Man, don’t just sit there. Do something. Mind your own family business! Green beans. Eggplant. Peppers. Tomatoes. Bell peppers. FOOTBALL TOURNAMENT GOOD LUCK TO THE KADIRGA TEAM -Look out, Emre. -Sorry, Berhudar. Have a good day. Have a good day. What are you doing? Come here. We need a fourth play

er. -You don’t even have a third. -It’s the fourth that matters. Finding a third is easy after that. Do you never think of working? I can’t work. I live off my dad. Yeah right. Isn’t he on a state pension? I do what I can. Aren’t you a valet at the restaurant up the hill? -Why shirk with a shirker? -I got fired. Play cards or backgammon. You stand out a mile. But nothing beats this game. If it’s written on my forehead that’s my fate. I’m off to work. Did you lick that? Greetings, Kamil. Good mor

ning. Hey! Who did I leave in charge of the shop? Sorry, boss. My love life’s been a mess lately. No, really? As big a mess as this report card? It reads like a football coupon. You bet on a draw in math. Literature looks like a home win. Geography is high stakes. I ran 3 bets with that report and won every one. It’s all that girl’s fault. She’s wrecked my life. The girl doesn’t like you. She likes Berke in class 9C. Girls like Berkes, not Kamils. -Did Burcu call in? -No, boss. OK. -Boss. -Huh?

How many dud keys have you given her just so she comes back? Why bother? Just go talk to her. Like you’re an expert in these things. -You know what to do? -What? Stop her on the way to work. And yell in the middle of the street... -‘I love you!’ -Then what? Then grab her by the ears. Pull her to you and kiss her on the mouth like this. Look, like this. Are you watching? Yes I am. -Go order me a tea! -Right away, boss. Grab her by the ears and kiss her on the mouth! What more would he do if I let

him? -Hey, Berhu. -Burcu. I took that for a body. -This key doesn’t work either. -What? It won’t open the door? -No. -Not at all? Well, this much. Then the door shut again. -No, it didn’t. -Then I’ll fix you a new one. If that doesn’t work, I’ll carry on till it does. OK, but I have an incredibly hectic day today. -So get Kamil to bring it over. -OK. I almost forgot. I brought you this, Berhu. -What’s this? -What do you think? Here I am wondering how to say it... ...and you’re making things pla

in here. I’m getting married. I’ll hide it if you’re dazzled. The stone’s so big. You’re getting married? Who to? My boyfriend, Berhu. The second he was back from the army we decided to marry. It was incredible. -Why didn’t we know about him? -We kept it incredibly quiet. My dad would’ve freaked out. He’s not into engagements. So it’s straight to marriage. -The best way. -First the marriage ceremony. Then an incredible party with nearest and dearest. -So there’s a party, too. -For nearest and de

arest. Just come to the ceremony, Berhu. OK. Aren't you happy about it! Are you that wowed by the news? Are you a cutie? C’mon, say you’re a cutie. Say it. I’m a cutie. So... ...have you ever seen such a romantic invite? Burcu heart Bekir. We’ve boarded the train of passion. We’re bound for the final station. And we can’t wait to see friends who’ll join us at the end. The train of passion is leaving. Chuff, chuff, chuff! He’s so incredibly in love with me. Shame. Chuff, chuff, Berhu! Give up, my

heart On this love Give up, my heart On this love Just look. Everyone’s getting married. Horns blaring, fireworks. They’re skipping the engagement and marrying right away. Why not go straight for the bridal chamber? Drink, c’mon. Sorry, Berhudar... ...but you never opened up to that girl. You know what? I was gonna stop her on the way to work. I was gonna yell, ‘I love you!’ I was gonna say, ‘Let everyone hear it.’ Then I was gonna grab her ears and kiss her on the mou-- Hey! -What is this? -So

rry. I’m out of my mind. I don’t like to say it, but that girl was so snooty to you. -Well, a bit. -A bit? She contradicted herself, she always told lies. She was moody. She’d have done you in if you’d married. -She was stingy. -She drank. -She was boring. -And a gossip. What’s with baring her legs in miniskirts the whole time? You were eyeing her legs? No, you got me wrong. Drink up. C’mon, drink. You’re clinking glasses every minute. And when you’re drunk you’re totally unbearable. What’s this

orange stuff? You wrecked the ambiance. I gave up drinking. Don’t you know? When I drink I get cranky. I’m like my dad. -Do you hear from your dad? -He walked out 10 years ago. Oof! -Another orange here. -Right away. And bring me a water. C’mon, let’s go. Why do the guys keep doing that? They don’t like paupers. -Suat, put it on my tab. -OK, Berhudar. This song’s for you. God damn you -God damn you to-- -Quiet! Don’t curse at night. You’ll wake people. I’ll take him if that’s OK. Who should tak

e you? -No one can take me. -Don’t yell. Look, we’re at your house. I’m off home, too. C’mon, quick. OK. I’m in control. It’s me, and now him. Me. And now him. God damn you, I say. Sorry. The guys are drunk. You can’t shout in this neighborhood. I said sorry, didn’t I? Saying sorry makes it OK, does it? You know who I am? Who? My name’s Cemil. Sevim, run. There’s a killer here. Is it nice to call me a killer? We’re neighbors. Just you wait. I’ll show you. C’mon, then. I’m waiting. Who are you ta

lking to? Come inside. OK, Sevim. Coming. I’ll be seeing you later. For goodness sake. -Hello? -Hello. Can I speak to Berhudar Bakir? Speaking. Is Mahmut Bakir a relative? Yes, my dad. Berhudar Bey, I don’t know how to say this. Your dad was found on the side of the road... ...in an alcoholic coma. Is he dead? An ambulance came. He was given emergency care. Is he dead? He responded well, but the ambulance crashed on the way to the hospital. Is he dead? I’m afraid so. Is he dead? I told you, I’m

afraid so. My condolences. -The shovel. -Huh. He’s jumped in. You can’t bring back the dead, son. For goodness sake. Thanks for coming. -My condolences. -Thanks. God give you strength. Amen. -Shall we stay? -No, you go. -We’ll stay if you like. -No. I’ll make my own way. OK. Oktay. -What’s with the look? -What’s wrong? Is this a funeral or the Rio Carnival? Don’t ask. My mom washed all my tops. -Look at Salih. -This is my funeral gear. I promise I’ll make up for it next time. Next time? Go on, g

o. See you tonight. OK, see you. For goodness sake. Berhudar, dear. -My condolences. -Thanks. I’m your dad’s upstairs neighbor. He was wearing these glasses when he died. Here. Keep them as a memento. Thanks a lot. But the clothes he was wearing are a perfect fit for my husband. We kept them. Give us your blessing. So we have the same eyes, huh? -Condolences, son. -Thanks. I’m your dad’s friend of 45 years. Hüseyin. Of course I know you, old boy. Your dad was a great man. And a great drinker. I

remember it like yesterday. We were 14-15 when I gave your dad his first raki. -Good for you. -I’ve been smoking since I was 5. -I got your dad smoking when he was 13. -OK then. Look, your dad may be dead but I’m also like a dad to you. Call me if you’re ever in trouble. Don’t let yourself go. OK, old boy. Don’t say “old boy”. Call me “dad” from now on. -OK. -C’mon, say it. -Say what? -“Dad”. OK, old boy. Later. You’re still saying “old boy”. Say “Dad”. C’mon, get a grip. Don’t let yourself go.

What are you doing? If you’re ever in trouble, ask for Screw-Loose Hüseyin in Ağva... -...and they’ll know me, OK? -OK. Right. Say it. Say “Dad”. -Dad. -High five. Are you Berhudar? Right. -Condolences. -Thanks. -You’re coming with us. -Where? Fahrettin wants to see you. Who’s Fahrettin? I’ve enough troubles already. -For goodness sake. -My friend. Don’t make this hard. Get in the car. What makes me your friend? The hell I’ll get in. The hell I’ll get in. Where do I get to sit? You know what we’

ll do? Us four will squeeze in the back. That works. No. We won’t fit. Let’s do two in front. Besides it’s not far. You know what we should do? You get in the car and I’ll follow on my bike. No chance. Look, you know what we’ll do? -What should we do? -What’s the story? This isn’t working. It’s crazy, me in his lap. Where exactly are we going? I think that road’s closed. I hope that’s your knee. Are you Mahmut’s son? Yes. What’s your name? Berhudar. Berhudar. I expect you’re wondering... ...why

you’re here. Aren't you, Berhudar? -Uh-huh. -Your dad owes me... ...100,000 lira from gambling. But my dad’s dead. I was just at his funeral. My condolences. -Thanks. -So that debt... ...is now yours, Berhudar. But I’m a simple man. A small-time tradesman. This is beyond me. You think this business is easy? Keeping so many guys fed. The guys in jail for you, their families outside. Their drinks, their gambling, their glue habits. It all means money. Which is why we can’t afford debts. Discussion

over. You’re talking 100,000. I can’t pay that. -Discussion continued? -Definitely. I keep telling you. I hadn’t seen my dad for 10 years. And you say he owes 100,000. Don’t make me crazy! We don’t make people crazy. We pull the plug right away. I want... ...that money on my desk... ...in a week at the latest. Forget any thoughts... ...of telling the cops or telling the gendarmes... ...toot sweet. Toot sweet. Bravo, Berhudar. If you have no more questions... The meeting’s over. Just one. Does t

he week include today? I see. Goodbye. Mustafa, let’s try the chisel. You won’t open the safe like that. Shall I try? I’m a locksmith. Let him take a look. Wait. It should be in my pocket. Here. One second. How the hell did you open it? We tried everything. I’ve been a locksmith since I was 7. I can undo any lock in the world. I’m impressed. Very impressed. If you’re impressed, can we rethink the debt thing? Huh? It was OK me opening the safe. All you care about is money. You sleep with my partn

er... ...and I’m meant to forgive you because it’s been 3 months? The thing with Aysel was a mistake. Don’t say the bitch’s name! I mean, Aysel-- Don’t call her Aysel. Call her “bitch”. OK. The bitch felt so bad she moved abroad. She didn’t move. She ran. She left me with all her shit. I’m still trying to clear it up. OK. It was just a fling. Why can’t you get it? You were together 2 years, as**ole. Was it that long? Time sure does fly. What are you looking at? I’m not. She’s making me look. -Wh

at are you talking about? -What? I don’t know you. You sit here. You’re all sick stuff... ...and sexual innuendos. Ezel, what sick stuff? What innuendos? What’s going on, lady? I sit here minding my own business. This man sits at my table and says how gorgeous I’d look... ...with no clothes on. As if I don’t know how gorgeous I’d look. Naked. What way is that to talk to a lady? You misunderstand. She’s my ex for a start. He’s in total fantasyland. Seconds ago I was his housemaid. Now I’m his ex.

-Ezel, please. -He’s harassing me! Hey, what’s your problem? Don’t, please. Please, don’t. Get off my arm. Please. -I’m not going after her. -Don’t. -Get him out of here. -Get out. Ezel! This is serious. I’m not leaving. Taxi. Ezel. -Taxi. -Taxi. -Taxi. -Taxi. What are you doing, as**ole? Serves you right for that scam. I’ve been waiting here hours. I sweat my butt off. My foot. My foot. -I’m so-- -Zip it. My foot. -Look, really-- -Shut up. My foot. -So, I’ll-- -Shut it! My foot’s really bad. M

y foot. My foot. Go, driver! “My foot”, huh? You got in just fine. Stop faking. -What are you doing? -The taxi stopped for me. -He stopped for me. -No, me. Who did you stop for? Whoever’s going further. -Don’t be such an opportunist. -We’re going to Karaköy. No, Kadırga. -We’re going to Karaköy. -Kadırga. -Karaköy. -Kadırga. -Karaköy. -Kadırga. -Karaköy. -Kadırga. She’s on the way. We’ll drop her first... ...then carry on to Kadırga. How about it? OK, fine. OK, fine. Let’s go. But take a right h

ere and let’s go the back way. -We’ll hit traffic here. -OK. Bull! Can you go straight? OK. No, turn right. Here goes. -What are you doing? -What can I do? He’s persuasive. There you go. See? No traffic this way, huh? There never used to be. It’s you and your evil eye. -You jinxed the road. -You are so full of crap. This is ridiculous. It would be faster walking. What are you doing? -Driver, can you take this? -No, don’t. -Driver, can you take this? -I don’t need your money. -Driver, can you tak

e this? -I said don’t. -Keep out of this. -Give that here. You can’t steamroll me with money. Do you realize you’re eating money? You pushed me over the edge. You are truly gross. You ate my 100 lira. What about the change? I’ll give you change to make your head spin. Animal. C’mon, man! Stop blocking the road. What the hell! She can’t shut the door. Hello, Oktay? Meet me at Zübeyir’s place tonight. Let Salih know, too. OK. CLOSING DOWN SALE FINAL WEEK Yes? Want a rose? A rose for your lover? Wh

ose fault is it I’m drinking? My dad’s again. See what my dad’s landed me in? Can’t we report the guys to the police? There you go. The informed citizen. What have I been saying the last hour? I know the guys. They’re a network. They’re criminals. They’re organized. An organized criminal network. Then we’re screwed. C’mon, drink. The guy wants 100,000 from me. That’s around 30,000 euros. Open your hand. What’s this? -Money. -What for? To go beg for a bargain like a kid in a candy store? These gu

ys aren't candy men. Remember the uncle you never see? You said he was rich. Can’t you ask him? Get real. Has he ever acted like an uncle? But an uncle is half a dad. And who’s had a whole dad to know what a half is? Want to buy a rose for the nice gent here? Put it back in your pocket. Where does buying roses get us? Why are you messing with my livelihood? I’m trying to earn an honest living here. What can I do? Sell myself? Then you’d be out of a living. Get lost. What’s with the rose? Get out

of here. Drop it. Things are bad enough. What is this? You’re drinking so fast. Get out of my face. -I said it to Berhudar, not you. -Out of my face, too. OK, do what the hell you like. How about a whip-round in the neighborhood? No way. I can’t do that. Not in the neighborhood. I know what I have to do. Remember it. I’ll be right back. OK. Oktay, look. This is what I’m thinking. Remember it. I’ll just go check on him. Remember it, remember it. How can I? My head’s like cement. How about some n

ice music? I’m having a chat with friends. What friends? Are you schizo? You’re alone and say you’re with friends. The guys went to the bathroom. What? To piss in the bath? -Look. -Huh? We’re having a serious talk. They’re having a serious talk. Gonna split the atom, are you? What do you want here at this time? Ah, dear... It’s about a girl, huh? How could she dump you? No girls for my friend, huh? Let me see. No, none. Just take a walk. Don’t get me in trouble. What a poser. Like a packhorse’s

a**: there’s noise wherever you hit him. Who are you hitting? Can’t you just umm... Your hands off, huh? Lower that voice or you get a clarinet in the head. Who gets a clarinet in the head? Huh? Who gets it? You know what? Help! Help! Police! Berhudar, what’s going on? I don’t know. There was trouble everywhere tonight. The place is like a crowded bus. What about lawyers? Shall we get you one? No need. Let’s not waste the money. I asked the court for one. He’s coming in 10 minutes. They’ll send

the lousiest ever. What can I do? My outlet lawyer is on his way. ‘Outlet lawyer’! -Don’t laugh. This is a police station. -OK, don’t worry. We’ll be here. Why here? Go home. -They won’t let you wait here. -No. I’m staying. We’re staying. In this state, sure. Take him home. OK, c’mon. Shall I kiss you? Kiss me? Everyone’s watching. Go. I was only being nice. -Berhudar Bakır. -That’s me. -Your lawyer’s here. -Thanks. Are you Berhudar? Right. I guess I landed your case. Right. -Anything you want t

o ask? -Yes. I have to give a statement soon. What do I say? Say you were provoked, you pushed him slightly and regret it. Idiot! What else would you say? That you get off on beating guys up? That it makes you wild with joy? What do you think you say? You just spat. Taxi. Have a good day. Miss Lawyer! Miss Lawyer! Miss Lawyer! I was looking for you inside. They say he’s pressing charges. There’s a raft of procedures. What do I have to do? You haven't hired me as your lawyer. So you’re on your ow

n from now on. Fine. Like I need your services. So now it’s like that. Talk about ungrateful. You’re ungrateful. -Ungrateful-- -Miss Lawyer! My bag! My bag! Berhudar! Let go! Let go of the bag! Let go of the girl’s bag! Let go! Call that music? Turn it off. God. Are you OK? I’m right here. Are you OK? You aren't hurt, are you? I’m fine. Here, your bag. You risked your life for me. What can I say? Thanks a lot. -My shirt’s ripped. -I’ll get you a new one. When it rains it pours. Look at me. My da

d just died. I’m lumbered with all his debts. The girl I like is getting married. And now the clarinet player. Look at this shirt. My tit’s hanging out. You know what we’ll do? Get the clarinet guy to drop his charges. -You’ll really do that? -Sure. Just don’t cry. Please. I can’t stop myself, but really, thank you. C’mon, get up. Your jacket’s over there. Let’s go get that. It’s just there. Are you OK? C’mon. Careful now. C’mon. -How’s it going, Berhudar? -Good. Did you find the money? No. I ha

ve to try getting a bank loan. -The clarinet guy? -Oof. And there’s him. -How’s the lawyer? -She’s great. -She? -Yes. -Is she pretty? -Yes. She’s my lawyer. Don’t be ridiculous. But we talked this morning. She’s a spunky lady. You guys have a one-track mind with girls. Shame on you. We’re meeting in the morning. To get the clarinet guy to drop charges. Whoa! Get out of here. Kamil’s at school so I’m on my own here. C’mon, get going. Be a bit like me. Berhu! -How’s it going? -Good. -Are you Berhu

dar? -Yes. You sure are a cutie. Let me introduce you. My fiancé, Bekir. He’s an incredible national wrestler. When was your first time, sweetie? Let’s not discuss that here. OK, honey? I say don’t bring work home. He won’t listen, naughty boy. Ouch, I hit muscle. You’ve the body of a wrestler, big boy. An oil wrestler. I get the “oil” bit, but “wrestler” is pushing it, baby. I’d sing that wrestling warm-up song, but there’s wrestling and wrestling. -Come here. -Don’t do that. Everyone’s looking

. -People will talk. -It’s OK. There’ll be gossip I don’t believe it. Two guys fighting over me. You lose. What are you doing? Get off me. What’s wrong? It’s just a laugh. A laugh? What kind of laugh is that? Everyone’s looking. C’mon, Berhu. Don’t get upset. He does it to me, too. He did it to my aunt last week. -Her aunt? -Sure. -I’m pure muscle, right? -Yes, sweetie. Don’t make it ripple. It’s hypnotizing. We’re shopping for the wedding. Want anything, Berhu? What would you want, cutie? Bye-b

ye. -He’s incredibly in love with me. -I noticed, you know? Shame. Eight. It’s this place. OK, leave it to me and don’t get steamed up. I’ll be super-calm, I promise. -Promise? -Promise. Well, look at you! Is the patient better? There’s nothing wrong with him! He’s hamming it up. His wife’s pampering him. Who are you? I’m Ezel Üner, a lawyer. Hello. -Glad you’re better. -Where did you come from? What are you doing at my house? Police! Police! I’ve come to apologize. You what? You broke my poor a

rms. He broke my ear, too. Look. -How did you break his ear? -I don’t know. And that’s my music ear. The doc said I can’t play for 3 months. Luckily my son can play too. We manage something half-assed together. -Together? -Muharrem. Come here, son. Give me the clarinet. Good boy. Now go practice flats and sharps with your little fingers. Fantastic. I love it. OK, what happened is regrettable, yes. But Haydar Bey, drop the charges... ...and make it simpler all round. Besides, you’re partly to bla

me. Me? Why? All I wanted was to play a couple of tunes... ...for the money. And what did he do? Did he fight with the girl? Did she kick him in the a**? Watch your language, please. If he did that to me, think what he did to the girl! Not “the girl” again. What girl? Are you dropping the charges or not? No. OK. Let’s settle it another way. -I want 5000. -And he wants money. -That’s six now. -I can’t give you 6000. Seven. OK, Berhudar. Wait outside. I’ll handle it. I’m shaking, look! He’s totall

y hamming it up. That’s 10 now. Stop! You went up by 3000. Just now it was 1000. I didn’t throw you a 3000 insult. Talk away. There’s more coming. Don’t try cuteness. I’ll get that money. -All done? -Yes. -How much does he want? -15,000. -It was 10,000 before. -I couldn’t resist a punch myself. -So what’s “all done”? -Can you just listen? Why? You just ruined everything. Hey, OK. At first it was 15,000, but then I scared him... ...with legal costs etc. So he dropped the charges. You don’t pay an

ything. Why didn’t you say so? Thanks. Thank you so much. -You don’t have to shout. -But you dug me out of a big hole. It’s nothing after what you did yesterday. Don’t mention it. -In that case... -In that case... Goodbye. Yes, see you. OK. Thanks. -Bye. -Bye. -You’re going this way, too? -Yes. -If only we hadn’t said goodbye. -Exactly. Psst! Miss Lawyer. I’ll get 5 years max, huh? -Danyal Bey, you pleaded guilty. -Yes. -There’s legitimate self-defense. -Yes. -There’s provocation. -Yes. -There’s

me. -Yes. So, 5 years max. Five for sure. All rise for the verdict. The court rules unanimously that Danyal Uslu shall receive... ...a prison sentence of 25 years. Danyal! This isn’t over. You’ll see. Danyal Bey, I’ll handle it. The ball’s in my court. Miss Lawyer. Yes? What happens with the case now? Who are you? Friends of Danyal’s. The case isn’t over yet. We’ll be appealing. No. You won’t be... ...appealing. The captain would lose it. Just so you know. When you say “captain” I guess I think

of sea captains. So like Captain Popeye, Captain Easy, Captain America. You mean that kind of captain? Right. If you don’t back off, you’ll know what kind of captain. How much do you want to borrow, Berhudar Bey? -Around 97-98,000. -When you say “around”? 100,000. OK. And what do you do? I’m a locksmith. -Is the shop yours? -No, I rent it. -Your house? -I rent that, too. -Do you have anything in your name? -No. Then we’ll need a guarantor. You know anyone suitable? There’s Mesut the painter. -D

oes he have his own shop? -No, he rents. His wife walked out on him and their 3 kids. I shouldn’t burden him. Did you put him down? Don’t. Don’t put him down. Really, don’t. I didn’t in the first place. There’s Selin, a dancer friend. At some events they stick 5000-10,000 in her cleavage. Mortgage her boobs and she’d give you a loan. -We don’t work like that. -How do you work? We need someone with a regular income. That leaves Oktay and Salih. And they’re poor. Dirt-poor. -Dirt-poor. -Everyone I

know is dirt-poor. Now look. If you give me that 100,000... ...I’ll settle my debts and make a clean start. I can’t do it in the circumstances, sorry. -Give me 50,000. I promise to repay it. -I can’t, sir. -Give me 30. -I can’t. -Give me 10. -Don’t shout. -Give me 5. -Is this a joke? It’s not your money. It won’t kill you. Please get out. I will. The girl looks nothing like you. She’s just like her dad. Daddy’s girl. Shame on you. You’re so tight. What kind of bank is this? One second. What’s t

his? I’m complaining about this bank. They employ child workers. Are we going to some Champions League game? You know what we do to people who don’t pay their gambling debts? They don’t know. Don’t. I’ll pay the debt. Don’t! Don’t! What the hell is this footage? The security camera was left on during the operation. Why was it left on? -Destroy this fast. -Of course. There aren't any other copies, are there? No. You looked down as you said it. -You aren't sure. -No, I am. I’m sure. Osman. Look me

in the eye as you answer. Are there or aren't there any more copies of this footage? No. Once more. No. There aren't. OK. I believe you. I feel better now. Is Danyal dealt with? OK. OK, good. OK. C’mon. So 25 years, huh? Danyal Bey, none of us knew about that last witness. We were all set to plead self-defense. It was 5 years max, no question. They get to hear about everything. I know. They were happy to get rid of me. I know. Who? Can I trust you? Of course. What are you doing? How did you get

that in here? You have to help me. Take it. -Is the CD to do with the case? -No. Then I can’t take it, Danyal Bey. Miss Lawyer. I don’t have anyone I can trust. Neither do I, Danyal Bey. I don’t. But I don’t get anyone into trouble. Look, these guys double-crossed me. I don’t have anything that’ll save me, but this is the one thing... ...that’ll finish them off. Please, help me. Don’t drag me into your dirty work. Please take it. Anyway this is my last criminal case. From now on... ...I’m only

doing divorces. It’ll be a picnic. Forget the picnic and take this. Please! It came out of your dirty underpants. Miss Lawyer. I just took a bath. I’m not dirty. Visit over. Goodbye, Miss Lawyer. Goodbye. CLOSING DOWN SALE LAST 4 DAYS C’mon, boy. Snap to it. Melike. Yes, honey? I die for the way you say “honey”. Come here. My waist is thinner than yours. Your dancing’s so wooden no one tips you. Last night I saw a client swipe banknotes off you. Put some pace into it. Anything they stuff here is

my commission. Down there is none of my business. OK? Oof. OK, Bilyoş. I die for the way you say Bilyoş. Sebo! Yes? What’s with the daily sound checks? Who the f**k are you? Ümit Besen? Set it up once and for all. It’s a waste of electricity. You have 5 minutes. OK. Turn off that electricity! Turn it off! Don’t turn it off! Welcome. Are we the groom or the bride? We’re open to everything here. Uncle, I’m Berhudar. Your nephew. Berhudar? Welcome, Berhudar. Thanks, uncle. Something to drink? -Tea

. I’m kind of thirsty. -OK. So, 20 years later you remember you have an uncle. Can’t we forget the rift? Dad’s dead, Mom’s dead. You even snubbed their funerals. -Was it really worth it? -Yes, it was. Your dad should’ve thought of that when he stole your mom from me. He knew how in love I was with her. -Mom was the cause of your rift? -Your mom, yes. Your mom. Your mom was the prettiest girl in the neighborhood. She turned heads wherever she went. She was super-curvy. -It was hard to keep my han

ds off her. -OK, uncle. -Let’s not go there. -You’re right. Let’s not rake up the past. Something to eat? Are you hungry? A bit famished. I’ll have something if it’s easy. OK. Berhudar, I know a man by his eyes. You didn’t come here to see me. Why are you here after all these years? -I need money. -Money? How much? -100,000 lira. -Whoa! I know, but trust me, I have nobody else to go to. -You had a good look? -Yes and found nobody. Look, nephew. I’d really like to help you. I’m your uncle. But th

ings aren’t what they seem. How do you mean? The place looks prosperous but they’ve seized everything. I’m going through a total nightmare. I swear I’ve had it up to here. Believe me, uncle. I didn’t know things were like that. I’ll handle the money thing some other way. Well. I had the Ferrari 3000 serviced. Here’s the key. It’s second-hand. Can’t afford a new one. A sweet treat? Yes. A sweet treat, tea, something to eat. You keep offering, I say OK and nothing comes. I should’ve known what a s

crooge you are. Who wants an uncle like you? Shut your mouth. You show up after 20 years and demand 100,000 lira. As**ole! Am I some kind of money machine? -You’re as oafish as your dad. -Quiet. But don’t forget, uncle. Times can change; tables can turn. What? I can’t hear. Times can change; tables can turn. What? The times table? Times can... tables... Go f**k yourself. Pick up the phone, Danyal. Pick up the phone. What’s up? Why did you want to see me? Didn’t you tell me I’d get no more than 5

years? Where did that witness come from? It blew the captain away, too, you know. -We had no idea. -You’ve ditched me, haven’t you? But you should’ve looked before the leap. I have another CD of the casino killing. And I’ve given it to someone I really trust. Time for you to think. Pick up the phone. Danyal, pick up the phone. Danyal! Danyal. Danyal. Danyal. When did you make a copy? Berhu! Come on over. It’s fetch-the-bride time. No, I should get home. C’mon, Berhu. There, they’re coming to fe

tch me. You see? I insisted on him wearing his bathing suit. I’ll wear mine tomorrow if he asks. No, no, no. C’mon. We aren't gonna dance? Play, drummer! God! Danyal. Kemal. Fahrettin says hello. He wants to know where the CD is. -I won’t say. -You will, Danyal. No, I won’t. Kemal. If you don’t, I’ll stick it in. Man! I gave the CD... ...to the lawyer, Ezel. Man, you said you weren’t gonna stick it in. Sorry. Boss The lawyer has the CD. Ezel. -Who is this lawyer? -Search me. I don’t know either.

Danyal hired her. Go get it then. I did, but the CD wasn’t around. There was a big safe. She probably hid the CD in there. -A safe? -Yes. A safe. So, I say... ...let’s go back, put a gun to her head and have her open the safe. No! No. The cops are always watching. Try some brighter ideas. He clearly didn’t watch the CD. If he had, we’d have got wind of it. What’s the name of the guy who opened that other safe? -Berhudar. -Berhudar. Bravo. Good thinking. -OK. Bring me the guy. -Of course. -Has h

e paid off his debt? -No, not yet. Even better. OK. Go fetch him. Go on, out. I have a ton of things to do. How many times did I ask if there were any copies? You lied to my face. You know what we do if you don’t pay your debts? You don’t die just like that. Get a taste of this, too. You think it ends there? That shouldn’t be done for not paying your debts. These things shouldn’t happen. Don’t think about running. We’ll find you wherever you go. Think of the consequences. Good morning, Rukiye. H

er ears have göne. She can’t get a signal. I don’t know him. C’mon, get to it and learn those Romeo words. What am I supposed to do? Stop playing and sing it myself? Weren’t your arms broken? Wasn’t your music ear broken? Do you believe in miracles? -What miracles? -Now look. Don’t shout at me. If that lawyer hadn’t doled out 1500... ...I’d have given you one hell of a time in court. You took money from the girl? How did you get there so fast? Not believing in miracles, that’s your downfall, you

know. Berhu! Look. Aren't I an incredible bride? Grow up, man! Waylaying a wedding car is for kids. Here you go, cutie. But listen. Berhu, you don’t look ready. -Aren't you coming to the ceremony? -No. I’ll skip it. You know what? OK, come to the incredible party after the ceremony as well. -Meet a girl maybe and quit climbing. -Climbing? Climbing the walls. -Let him have some fun, poor thing. -Sure, he should come. Ah! Where’s he gone? Berhu? Ah! He couldn’t take it. Poor cutie. Go, driver. Ca

n you move along a bit? Where? Where? Hello? What? He’s been stabbed? Well, how is he? You have to be kidding. And I just lodged the appeal. OK, see you. I’ll call you. Bye. Ezel. Don’t be scared. It’s me. -I’m kind of stressed today. -Me, too. Are you in trouble again? No. I called the office earlier. They said you were here. I ran into the clarinet guy. You paid him that day so he’d drop the charges. You jumped through the car window for me. -All I did was pay a small sum. -But I can’t accept

that. I have to pay you back. Maybe not all of it now but later, I promise. -Take this. -Of course I’m not taking it. -C’mon, please. -No. -No, you must. Here. -No. -Take it. -No, Berhudar. OK, let’s do it like this. Buy me lunch one day and call it even. Sure, but is that really even? Smells delicious. -How’d you find the place? -I can’t. I can’t see for the steam. Right. They kind of overdid the steam. Makes having a chat hard. Should we talk to the steam? Like this. In that case... ...let’s d

ig in. -How do you eat this? -With the tortilla. Tortilla? This is flatbread. Sure, kind of like flatbread. Now put some meat on. Yes. A couple. Now some of this. No way can I read coffee grounds, but if you insist. They say a clean heart tells a good fortune. -You should make a wish. -OK. One second. The guy’s in bed with his wife... ...and his lover busts in on them. -I was shocked. Lost for words. -I don’t believe it. That’s crazy. Unbelievable. So I said to the guy-- Ezel Hanim, you used to

come to this restaurant with me. Now it’s with him. Just deserts, huh? -Caner, please go away. -No, I can’t. But I’m happy for you. Because looking at him... ...he seems vaguely... ...human. I mean vaguely. -What’s up? You don’t approve? -No. He’s my boyfriend. But he’s not a scumbag like you. He’s decent, honest, trustworthy. -Right, Berhudar? -Yes. I’m decent, honest, trustworthy. And we get along so well. We go to the movies. -Yes. -To plays, concerts, the ballet. -With him? -We play chess, y

ou know. -We play backgammon, too. -We do yoga. Sometimes we wrestle. -He’s an expert on fashion. -Fashion? Him? Whatever he likes I like too. I like football. I know about offside. -Tell him, girl. -Two players, one in front. A ball from behind. Offside. -How’s that? -High five! I’m a geisha. It’s time you knew who I am. Sometimes I wash his feet when he gets home. -I rub them like this. -You make a truly gross couple. -Good luck to you. -High five! So I paid the bill, but here’s the money left

over. -I’m not taking it, Berhudar. -Please, Ezel. -No. -But please. I feel bad. -No. -C’mon, please. -Absolutely not. -Why not? -I can’t hear. -Ezel. -I can’t hear. -Ezel. Ezel! Oh my God! Sorry about that. Whatever. Never mind. Are you OK? What do you think? -No. -Never mind. I always wanted to color my hair. Today’s my lucky day. -I’ll clean up at home. -No way I am leaving you. We’re going to that café. -OK, let’s go. -C’mon. Shall we go to that car wash up ahead? I could get cleaned inside

and out. Look at me. Taxi. -Thanks for everything. -You’re more than welcome. -In you get. -Thank you. -Call me if you’re ever in trouble. -OK. OK. Berhudar. Fahrettin’s expecting you. Tell Fahrettin I promise I’ll pay my debt. -I’m not out of time yet. -Get in the car. Berhudar. Welcome. Come here. Come closer. How do you mean? Come closer. -Is this OK? -C’mon, a bit closer. Closer! I want to see your face. -Is this OK? -Lie underneath me. -But that’s shameful. -Lie down! OK. Simsumey. What’s

with the state of you? -Just a girl thing. -Forget the girl thing. Relax. Loosen up. You know there’s another way to pay off your debt, don’t you? -Seriously, that’s shameful. -Shh. -You’re a locksmith, right? -Uh-huh. -Can you open anything? -Look. Simsumey. My boys will take you to a house tonight. Your job is to bring me a CD from the safe there. I can’t steal. Please, ask me anything but to steal. I can’t. It’s not stealing. It’s bringing back something that’s mine. Really, I can’t. But if y

ou bring the right CD you’ll be let off your debt. What’s the address? That’s more like it. Ask the right questions. OK, Berhudar. Yes? I’ve been meaning to ask since I first saw you. -Who named you? -My dad. He was a big Orhan Gencebay fan. When naming me came up, they asked him. -So he said “Berhudar”, like the song. -My mom named me. She was a big Cüneyt Arkın fan. -But isn’t your name Fahrettin? -Dunce! Cüneyt’s his screen name. His real name’s Fahrettin Cüreklibatur. You can open any door,

but you don’t know that! -Get out. -OK. How about a comfortable ride for once? All clear. He can go in. -Nobody’s home. You can go in. -You’re sure, aren't you? He just looked, didn’t he? Look. If you get caught, you don’t know us. OK? I don’t in any case. All we do is drive about like apaches. Shut it. Here, take this. You have 10 minutes. Be snappy about it. -I’m going then. -Go. -I’m going. -Go, man. -I’m going. -Go, dammit! I’m going. What are you looking at? -Sorry, my eye slipped. -Slipped

where? Hey, wait. What is this? God. I don’t believe it. You have no manners. Hello, Oktay? Meet me at the Türkü Bar in 30 minutes. Let Salih know, too. I have some great news for you. OK. Tell me there. Burcu? What’s up? He dumped me. But you left for the ceremony together. OK, we go. And guests pin their gold. And he takes the gold. And he says he’s off to the bathroom. -And he escapes through the window. -And I’m lost for words! Please don’t cry. Can you believe it, Berhu? That titan escapes

through an itty-bitty bathroom window. I called the federation. He’s neither a wrestler, nor national nor incredible. Please don’t be upset. My weakness for wrestlers, it’s to blame for everything. And I owe you a sorry. Those incredible feelings... ...you have for me... I always knew, but I made fun of them. I humiliated you. I pissed on you. I looked down on you as a small-timer. I’m sorry, Berhu. Forget it. I’m used to it. When I first arrived here I saw you and thought... ...“What a gorgeou

s girl. Both gorgeous and independent.” Like a lioness. A Leo. But lately you’ve really hurt people around you. Most of all me. A Scorpio. -My ascendant. -Burcu. I told you, I’m used to it. If you want to be happy, you either need money... ...or looks. And I have neither. My mom’s found me, Berhu. They’re coming. Thanks for being here. -See you. -See you. -Berhudar. -Yes? Have you ever thought of wrestling? Mom, I’m here. Mom! If we find anything, we’ll let you know at once. OK. Thank you. Hello

, Ezel? What’s up at this time? Hello, Berhudar. Umm... I just wondered if all the paint came off. -It did. Thanks a lot. -OK. Fantastic. -Fantastic. -Thanks. I can hear music. Where are you? What’s up? I had a debt problem that I sorted out today. I’m celebrating with friends. OK, great. Fantastic. I’d ask you along... ...but I don’t know if you like the place. Since you insist, I’ll be right on my way. OK, I’ll text you the address. This is the last CD. Breathe out. Fingers stretched. Buttocks

tight. Idiot. What a total screw-up. What should we do? Go get the CD. We’re out of time. -And keep the lawyer quiet. -Berhudar? We’ll deal with him later. Of course. So, are you done with the debt? I guess so. That’s what the guys said. In that case drink up! -Cheers. -Cheers. Ezel. Ezel! Hi. Guys, my lawyer, Ezel. -Salih. -Yes? -Hello. -I’m introducing you. Oktay. Ezel. -Nice to meet you. -You, too. Ezel, have a seat. -Welcome. -Thanks. -So, what are you drinking? -Nothing, thanks. No way. Wa

iter. Waiter. C’mon. What can I get you? What are you drinking? I’ll have a Bloody Mary. A Bloody Mary. And we’re in a folk bar! Get her the same. And make it a big one. What’s up? You don’t look happy. I had a break-in at home. Probably to do with a case. They didn’t take anything. But it scared me. I couldn’t think of anyone else to call. What, except me? Don’t worry. You’re safe here. Here you go. Welcome. Never mind the break-in. C’mon, cheers. Here, look, Ezel. For goodness sake. He’s laugh

ing before I even open my mouth. She wants to beat me to a cab and twists her ankle running. I see this goddess on the ground. So I think, if she’s a goddess, she can fix her ankle! Hold it. -Wait for this. It’s totally awesome. -Listen. OK, we go visit this guy together. At his house. His arms are broken. It’s so crazy. C’mon, are we here to sit around? C’mon. No, no. Out of the question. No. She isn’t home. So let’s wait. She’ll turn up sooner or later. Jump in the car. Good night. Good night.

I’ll drop Ezel at her place and carry on home from there. Really, Berhudar. I can go by myself. No, I’m taking you. You had stress tonight. So turn the lights off and on otherwise I’ll worry. OK, if you insist. I’ll get in then. -Thank you. Good night. -Good night. Ezel Hanim. Careful. Move over. Good night. Out of the way. In you get. Here you go. Thanks. Berhudar, I’m home. Berhudar. Berhudar. So much for dropping me home. -OK, here we are. -Is this Kadırga? Yes, it’s Kadırga. Come sit here.

OK, let’s just put this over you. Yay. Ugh! This sucks. F**k. Good morning. -It looks great on you. -What’s going on? Did you put me in this? You threw up all night. I had to put you in something. It’s Mom’s nightie. Nothing else fit. Your mom’s? I really put you out last night. I should just get my stuff and go. Don’t be crazy. It’s wet anyway. I washed it. Come have breakfast. Then your things can dry. Nice house. The safe and stuff. The house was left by my granddad. The safe was too heavy to

move so I use it for decoration. Everyone asks about it, you know? Great. So? You’re happy then. -You’re mostly happy with life, huh? -I’m fine. Where’s your family? Don’t you live with them? No, they’re in Ankara. So? You’re happy then. -You’re mostly happy with life, huh? -Fine, Berhudar. Good. If you’re happy... ...that’s great. Are you being sarcastic because you don’t like my breakfast? No. It’s noisy but tastes great. I’m a working woman. I can’t make you pastries. Ezel. I need to tell yo

u something. -Look, Ezel. -Stay away from me! Why won’t you understand? I had to do it... ...to pay off my debt or they’d have killed me. -Let’s sit and talk calmly. -How can I trust you? -How do I know you won’t hurt me? -You think I’d be telling you this? I’d grab the bread knife, stick it in your neck. Then I’d wrap you in the carpet, throw you in the car... ...and scoot to the Golden Horn. I’d lug you onto Hikmet’s fishing boat... ...and dump you in the middle of the Horn. Nobody would find

a trace. Stay away from me! But that was just an example. Don’t get me wrong. I found the CD they wanted. I gave it to the guys. We’re both off the hook now. You lost me. What CD? I gave them the CDs from the safe. It’s not one of those? They’re totally unrelated. So where’s the one they want? Danyal. -He wanted me to take it but I refused. -They think you have it. If you do, please hand it over. Fahrettin’s dangerous. Who is this Fahrettin? The door. -You’re expecting someone? -No. Quiet. They’

re Fahrettin’s thugs. They must’ve realized. It was these shits who threatened me. We can hear you, Miss Lawyer. Open the door. Should I say I don’t have the CD? They won’t believe. We must run. Why not? We can sit and talk like civilized people. Don’t ask for bullets in your head. Open the door. -Let’s run. -Let me get my clothes. Don’t be crazy. Run. -Open the door! -My phone. We have to jump. I can’t. It’s so high up. -We have no choice. They’re coming. -They’re coming. It’s so high up. It de

finitely won’t end well. Jump into the trash. It’ll be fine. I guess. Probably. It’s so high up. Do we have to jump? There’s nothing for it. The guys are coming. -See you, Ezel. -See you. See you! Berhudar. Talk to me. -Are you OK? -I’m fine. -What’s it like there? -Cold, but you get used to it. -Jump. Quick. They’re coming. -I’m on my way. -Jump right here. -Make room for me. -Not here, here! -Oh God. I’m coming. -You’re OK, huh? -Fine. -OK, let’s go. -I’m fine. Let’s-- Whoa! Berhudar Bey’s her

e, too. Fahrettin won’t like this hookup one iota. -Osman. -Can you do nothing without me? -We were upstairs and they jum-- -Zip it. Nab them. -No. No. No. -Don’t. Stop. Don’t. -I’m not happy with this at all. -I’m used to it. It’s perfect. What’s going on? What’s up? What’s going on? What’s up? Didn’t you see the car? -Ezel, quick. Let’s run. -OK, let’s do it. What are you waiting for? Get behind the wheel fast. -If I hit you, you go to the doctor. -The prescription’s here. How could you not se

e the car? Step on it! They’re getting away! Get in the car. Why didn’t you tell me before? We’ll argue later. Watch the road! Get out of the way! We got rid of them! I’m a driver! Don’t start slamming women drivers. I may not know how to park... -...but look, I’m driving. -Watch the road! Everyone should be smart and know their place. Watch the road! I’m OK. I’m OK. I’m OK. I’m OK. Berhudar. Berhudar. Berhudar. He’s dead. You’re OK, aren't you? Great! Guess where the airbag got me. Look at me.

I’m so sorry, really I am. That one second I was distracted. Drop the babyish act. I say watch the road. I say let’s not argue. Now look at us. -But you’re OK, aren't you? -Yes, I’m fine. But it’s crazy. We leapt like a dolphin. Look at us. But you’re OK, aren't you? -Fine. Perfectly fine. -But how crazy can you get? Nothing’s broken. My face. You haven’t left any mirrors. It’s my face. Berhudar, they’re coming. Run! Run! God! Wait for me! Berhudar! Berhudar! Turn right. Come here! God! This way

. -Where the hell are they? -I don’t know. This way. Down here. C’mon, this way. Get lost. Get out of here! Scum! They have designs on my virtue! And you’re laughing. You put me in this and make a total a** of me. -So you’d rather be covered in vomit? -I’m getting abuse or abuse here. The truck’s stopped. Run. -Really? -Run. God. Stop here. Stop, stop. Son. My boy! Junior. What’s up? You changed quite a bit. -I’ve been to hell and back, old boy. -Drop the “old boy”. Call me Dad. -You brought me

a bride? -No. Absolutely not. -She’s a friend. -Right. Hello, Hüseyin Bey. Drop the “Bey”. Call me Dad. You’re like a daughter to me. Call me Dad from now on. Let’s hear what happened. Come in. Don’t get cold. Whoa. So that’s the story, huh? Your dad always overdid everything. If only I’d never got him gambling. Don’t worry. No one will find you here. You’ve had nothing to eat or drink. -Liquor? -No. No. Cigarette? -I don’t smoke. -Then start. You’ll get into it. You? -Cologne? -Get out of here!

Not to drink, to splash. Hold out your hand. You, too. At one point I quit tobacco and alcohol... ...and got into tobacco cologne. I quit that too, of course. Then I got back into alcohol. You miss it. Good for you. Good for me, of course. No breaks in the crash, were there? -My back hurts a bit. -What? Backs are my thing. They don’t call me the Back Man for nothing. I’m not called Bonesetter Hüseyin for nothing. Lie down. -Wait. -Lie down. I said lie down. Today you’ll howl in pain, tomorrow i

n relief. Stop. -Thanks. -You’re welcome. -Is Hüseyin asleep? -Looks like he passed out. Years ago... ...I promised myself not to be like my dad. But I seem doomed to fail. I’m hostile like Dad if I drink so I don’t and I’m always annoyed. Again, like Dad, I attract nothing but trouble. What can I do? Don’t be unfair on yourself. From what I know of you, you’re a... -...really good person. -Meaning? You’re honest. You’re decent. You help other people. What’s the word? You’re a real... ...cutie.

Call me anything you like but not that. God knows what vibe I give off, but everyone calls me “cutie”. I don’ t get it. Berhudar. Should we go to the police and tell them everything? But we have zero evidence. If we knew what was on that CD... ...we’d have serious leverage. Leverage. Wait, my phone’s ringing. Who is it at this time? Someone’s called 10 times. Berhudar. Fahrettin. He’s sent a text. -Does your phone record sound? -Uh-huh. I’m putting it on speakerphone. Hello? Hello? Fahrettin, it

’s me, Berhudar. Where are you? We’ve looked everywhere. We’re coming. Don't drive me mad. I'll have even your bones disappear. Slow down, Fahrettin. You see, we both watched that famous CD. You watched it? Sure we did. That stuff you do, it’s so gross, so outrageous. Like what? Like 10 of you guys doing this really bad stuff. What stuff? We’re giving that CD to the press... ...plus we’re gonna put you through hell in court. -Don’t make me crazy. -Why? What’ll you do to us? The same stuff as you

do on the CD? I’ll blow both your brains out... ...just like I did to the guys who screwed me around on the CD. You’ll see. I’ll blow you all to pieces. Shame you took us for idiots. Neither of us has watched the CD. But we still got you to confess. And we recorded it. -Be smart. -Give it here. Fahrettin Bey, this is Ezel. Brains always outdo brawn, you know. -Your jaw will be dropping now. -Give it here. Fahrettin, listen carefully. Someone’s at the door. Listen, Fahri. You know what comes to

mind? Fahri. Cala-fahri. Cala-fahri. Berhu... Cala-fahri, huh? Cala-fahri has come on a personal visit. What were you saying? -Nothing. -We weren’t saying anything. You were saying something on this and so were you. What were you saying? Hello? Hello? I can’t hear anything. Nab them. What’s going on? -Ah. -Who are you? -I’m their dad. -Nab the dad, too. O my God. You’re giving me a headache. -Where’s the CD? -I don’t have the CD, really. -Danyal Bey offered it, but I refused. -Is this a conspira

cy between you? No, really it isn’t. My lawyer’s handling another case. -We don’t know about the CD. -I’m asking nicely. Otherwise I’ll blow your brains out, throw you in the car... ...and scoot to the Golden Horn. There, I’ll lug you onto Hikmet’s fishing boat... ...and dump you in the Horn. So he knows Hikmet, too. Cut it out! Speak to me, not to each other. Any answers? No. No. Good luck to you. Spin the wheel, Osman. But please. We’ve done nothing wrong. Fahrettin Bey, we don’t know anything

. What happened, Berhudar? Do you remember? No, nothing. I didn’t see or hear a thing. -I don’t remember anything either. -Shut up! Quiet! Bets are closed! Accept your luck. Where’s it stopped, Osman? 27. Red. Please don’t shoot Ezel. Shoot me. The girl’s done nothing wrong. Shoot me. Please. No one move! Drop the gun! Drop it! Fahrettin Dağlı, you’re under arrest. Berhudar. We’re off to give a police statement. Then we’re going drinking. -Uncle Hüseyin’s my idol. -Drop the “uncle”. Call me Dad.

Dad. Dad. I found the CD by the way and handed it in. My man. You guys are the best. -I’ll be coming in that car there. -OK. Ezel! I don’t know what to say. Thank you so much for everything. You’re welcome. -Ezel. -Yes? Nothing. We’ll talk later. C’mon. Berhudar. Nothing. Is he mental or what? C’mon. Have a good day. Where were you, boss? I couldn’t get hold of you. I was away all that time and you didn’t worry? -You didn’t call the hospital? -I checked the clinic. -I went to the police. -That’

s all? Boss, I’m 15. That’s as far as my world goes. -So girls can even fancy Kamils. -Nice one, kid. -Hello there. -Hello. Boss, OK if I drop Zehra home and grab you a tea on the way back? OK, off you go. By the way, boss. Your dad’s neighbor came by earlier with a bunch of your dad’s stuff. She said you’d let her husband keep whatever fit him. -I put the stuff on the table. -OK. Berhudar, son. I’d like to deliver this letter in person. Only I don’t know how. I wanted to say sorry to your face

but I couldn’t do it or got scared. That’s why I decided to write. Life doesn’t allow simple folk like me... ...to speak in nice, meaningful sentences. Son, I adored your mom. I wanted to give her a decent life. I worked away, but it didn’t happen. I felt so bad. I felt bad, then I felt angry, I got in a spin and then I went under. I may have loved you, but I walked all over you. I just spread unhappiness when all I wanted was to be happy. I realized too late that being happy means making people

happy first. Don’t be like me, son, please. Don’t be shy of showing your love. Don’t live with regret for not speaking your heart. I don’t know how long I’ll live or what’ll happen to me... ...but this sorry letter is the best I can do. Please forgive me. I love you very much. Dad Berhu. Ah! Incredible how he ignored me. Ezel? -I was just coming to see you. -Why? No reason. Why did you come? Your phone and stuff. They were at my place. OK. Is that why you came? -Why did you really want to see m

e? -I wanted to tell you something. I want to say something, too. You go first. -No, you go. -No, you. No, you go. -OK, I’ll go. -OK then, I’ll go. -No, me first. -No, me. Are you Berhudar? -Yes. -Your uncle’s passed away. Condolences. Thank you. -You’re coming with us. -Where? Your uncle owes us. Nab him. No way! My uncle didn’t owe anyone. -He was doing just fine. -What are you doing? Thugs! -Get the girl, too. -No. Wait. This is ridiculous. Leave the girl alone. It was a one-night stand. See?

She gave back my stuff.