Baskin Page #3
I lost them about a year later.
Car crash.
Arda, I have something to tell you.
I've been meaning to tell you this
ever since the day I met you.
The day when your uncle
placed you in my care.
What is it, Boss Remzi?
If only it could stay that way.
What is it?
What are you talking about?
- Do you see anyone here, other than us?
- The guys.
Look around. But not like that.
Look around, taking it all in.
- Is there anyone here, other than us?
- What am I supposed to feel?
Boss Remzi, who is that?
This is the first time
someone other than me is seeing it.
Get away you!
- Arda, are you okay?
- I'm fine.
- Breathe.
- I'm fine.
Take deep breaths, son.
- I'm okay. Where's my gun?
- Are you okay?
How is everyone?
Any broken bones?
- F*** you and your driving!
- I'll f*** you up serious, Yavuz!
And you're still talking!
Look at us, a**hole!
F*** off!
Were you the ones
who got in front of the van?
Who did then?
Come on, move it.
Move it.
Why the f*** is he laughing?
Did you fall into the creek, Sir?
Did you have an accident?
Why the hell are you laughing?
Why the hell are you laughing!
Don't do it, Sir. Don't hit him.
He's a bit slow.
F*** this sh*t!
God. Who did we hit?
Seyfi, Yavuz, come with me.
We ran over that man.
- Where is it, bro? What did we hit?
- We hit something, dude.
- We ran over the guy.
- We hit him. There were noises.
- Are you sure?
- What do you mean?
- Then where is he?
- How the hell should I know?
He sure as hell didn't fly away!
I don't f***ing know!
We hit that man, and he's gone now!
- Seyfi, your face is bleeding.
- So is yours.
- Where?
- Your face. It's bleeding.
No radio. No phone.
We properly f***ed up the van!
Do you people have a phone?
What is this damn place called?
Inceagac.
This is Inceagac. It's the way to the
woods. You should go through the grove.
- We've arrived then.
- You mean the place behind those trees?
Yes, behind that grove.
200 meters at most.
- Cut the f***ing crap. Come on.
- What? Where, sir?
We'll follow you.
You'll lead the way.
- You should sit for a while and rest, Sir.
- Sister, we've got work to do. We're going now.
I said it for your own good. If you
have work to do, you should go indeed.
- It's your bread and butter after all.
- Hey, what the hell is the matter with you?
Move it!
Chief, isn't that our guys' car?
- Back in the Ottoman days...
- Shut up!
Okay, okay, Yavuz.
Let him speak. Speak!
Back in the Ottoman days,
this place was a police station.
When I was a child, it was a stable.
No one comes here now. Deserted.
What are you doing here, Sir?
Seyfi, did you know about this place?
when I was a kid.
It was a police station
back in the Ottoman days.
- Chief. Come on, let's check on our guys.
- Okay.
Everybody be careful, okay?
Come on.
Your uncle placed you under my care, Arda.
Don't worry, I have the key to all this.
What the hell is this?
All units! All units!
It's not working.
- Seyfi, enough! Get a grip!
Seyfi. Calm down, dude. Calm down.
We have the gun, we have the badge.
- Okay?
- Okay, chief.
- How does our national anthem begin?
- "Fear not".
Just like that! Come on, boy.
Hey! Stop! Don't run! A**hole!
F*** the police.
You goddamn sons of b*tches.
- Chief, I'm going in.
- Boss, come on. We're going in.
Watch the back. Come on.
Easy.
What the hell is this smell?
There's nothing here.
- Can anybody hear me?
- Is anybody there? Hello?
- Is there anybody in there?
- We're talking to you, damn it!
Sh*t!
What the hell?
What's going on here?
Look over here.
Look at us, damn it!
Who the hell are you?
Where is your unit?
Stop your crying!
Where is your unit, dude?
Yavuz, check for his ID.
There's nothing on him.
What have you done to yourself?
Were you the ones who called for backup?
- What the f*** is going on here?
- Son, where is your unit?
Where is your unit?
- Seyfi.
- Yes?
Come here, take him to the car.
- Now! Move it!
- Alright, sir.
Come with me, man.
F***.
Bro, it's pitch black down there.
There's no way in hell I'm going down.
Yavuz, you stay here with Arda.
Apo and I will go check.
- Come on, Apo.
- Boss, I'm coming too.
Are you sure, man?
F*** this sh*t!
Brother, what's your name?
Did you call for backup?
F***!
F***! F***!
F***.
F***... What the hell is this?
Boss, let's get out of here.
What the hell have you done here?
Boss, run! Run!
Arda, run!
Remzi! Remzi!
Remzi!
Easy, boy.
I felt like...
I was about to pass out.
You're fine. Come on.
- We have a long way to go.
- I feel so weird.
Where am I? What am I doing?
I'm all dizzy. I don't understand.
Not everything has a clear answer, Arda.
Let me put it this way:
Tonight, we're at a crossroads.
Maybe it's just you and me,
maybe just you, maybe all of us.
I don't know.
We were summoned here tonight.
There was no call for backup.
- We were summoned here tonight.
- What, who?
I felt it the moment we stepped in. But I
thought it was not possible. I was wrong.
So, you know what's going on right now?
When I was a kid, I used to see them
with my grandmother. We used to talk.
Someone is looking for something.
So, it keeps wandering.
It's haunting. I can feel it.
You can too.
You can feel it on the back of your neck.
You just know that something's up.
This has been happening to you
since you were a child, Arda.
Don't you see?
Who the hell are you,
you son of a b*tch?
How dare you chain the police?
Bastard!
Who the hell are you, you son of a b*tch?
Speak, damn it!
Don't you have a tongue?
I see you're here to join us tonight.
And we're here to welcome you
the best way we can.
On a night like this,
when doors open and realms unite...
we're here in this chamber together.
Hell is not a place you go.
You carry Hell with you at all times.
We are your humble companions
on the road that fate chose for you.
While the stones fall into place,
we can only be shepherds for you.
And tonight...
if fate put you first among the
creatures that we are going to herd...
there's nothing else we can do
but guide you.
Don't do it! Don't do it!
- Apo! Apo!
- What are you doing? Son of a b*tch!
Apo...
- Son of a b*tch!
- Apo, don't worry!
It's going to be okay.
Stop it! You son of a b*tch!
Don't do it...
Don't! No!
Bro! Bro!
What have you done?
What have you done!
You die as you sleep,
you resurrect as you wake up.
So, fear not.
- Son, what is your name?
- We are the goddamn law!
Do you think your law is here?
- What is your name, son?
- Yavuz. Damn it, it's Yavuz!
Yavuz, you look like a tough young man.
You're scared, but you look tough.
The human soul is corrupt.
It only worships power.
It keeps searching
for new things to worship.
Because it has boundaries,
drawn by its masters.
Who the hell are you?
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