Celal ile Ceren Page #8

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What are you doing here?

I wanted to talk to you about yesterday.

Talk about what? Get up.

The customers will see you.

- I'll get fired.

- I'm not getting up.

Did you kiss that guy, or not?

- What's it to you?

- Tell me, Ceren.

Tell me, or I'll take a dump right here.

I'll drop my trousers and squeeze

one out right here.

- Really?

- I'll stink the place up.

You're disgusting. I make a living here.

Get out of here, you idiot.

Did you kiss him or not?

- What's it to you?

- Did you kiss that guy?

- What's it to you?

I don't have to answer to you.

You have no place in my life.

What do you mean "no place"?

Did you kiss that d*ckhead or not?

- We didn't kiss.

- Tell me the truth.

You're lying so I don't get mad.

Tell me the truth.

We kissed. We kissed like crazy.

Okay?

We kissed for hours.

- Happy now? Okay?

- You're lying, Ceren.

How could you kiss him?

How could you do that?

You're killing me here.

I kissed him, she says.

She says they kissed.

Damn it, they kissed.

Look at him. He's going nuts.

How could you have kissed?

- What's that idiot doing?

- He's gone crazy.

How could you kiss him?

How could you?

You should be ashamed.

Shame on you.

- Did you really kiss him?

- No. We didn't kiss.

I lied to drive him crazy.

He's really taking it hard.

- He's going crazy.

- Crazy isn't the half of it.

- He's gone on a rampage.

- He's running around like an ox.

Watch your mouth.

She says they kissed.

Damn the lips that kissed his.

You're so cruel.

That idiot Kubilay

drank it all.

Right when I need it most!

My heartache won't heal.

This won't be enough.

It's not enough.

I need something stronger.

Like. Like...

Like cologne. Ceren brand cologne.

Damn it.

This cologne's called Ceren.

Are you up for 80 proof?

I am.

I sure am!

Did we blow a fuse?

Is there a blown fuse?

Is it dark in here?

Is it dark?

Is there a blackout?

Who's authorized to order

a blackout?

Musa?

I'm stuck here.

Musa.

Could you take a look?

Why are the lights out?

It's pitch black. Musa?

Can anyone hear me?

Where are the stairs?

The lights are on. Now they're off.

They're on. Off.

On. Now they're off.

Sir, how's your arm?

Is the cast itchy?

Thank you, how are you?

Fine, sir. What about your arm?

How's your cast?

- What cast?

- On your arm.

Why'd you put a cast on my arm?

There's a fracture in your elbow.

And you dislocated yourshoulder.

I wish you a speedy recovery.

Speedy... look.

Cologne changes everything.

Everything gets mixed up.

I'm looking at you right now.

One of your eyes is over there,

and one's over there.

One's crooked

and the other's slanted.

Your teeth are pointy.

And your ears are droopy.

You're such an ugly girl.

You look like Yoda. Yoda.

From Star Wars.

That's how I see you...

But this eye...

...sees everything blurry.

And this one is clear.

I can see with my right eye,

but it's blurry with my left one.

Because you drank calogne

and nearly blinded yourself.

Not calogne,

cologne.

You drank cologne

and nearly went blind.

True. But those who drove me

to drink should be ashamed.

She kisses some guy and then

tells me about it.

How can I bear it?

What do you think I am?

Let's go.

Are we done here?

No, sir. Not yet.

You fell down the stairs.

- You hit your head.

- I'm not insured.

- You're under observation tonight.

- I'm not insured, I can't stay...

You have to stay because you're

under observation.

Okay.

Okay, you can go.

Get well, buddy.

Is your heart broken?

Yes. I'm heartbroken.

I drank cologne.

I fell down the stairs.

I have a cracked elbow

and a dislocated shoulder.

I know that pain, brother,

that terrible pain.

Is that "smelly" tattooed on our arm?

- What do you mean, smelly?

It says, Shelley.

My old girlfriend.

Shelley wasn't my first love,

but she was my last.

My love for her is seared in my heart,

and carved onto my body.

Only Shelley

can judge me.

Great. That's wonderful.

Congratulations. Kubi?

I'm starving, Kubi.

And my mouth's dry. Can you

get something from the canteen.

Sure.

See what I did?

Fake out.

I'm getting a tattoo, too.

I'm going to write "Ceren" across my heart.

- Hello.

- Hello. Welcome.

Take my coat, would you.

Brother.

I want to carve the name of

the woman I love across my heart.

- I'll take care of it.

- Right over my heart.

- Consider it done.

- I'm going to prove my love forever.

I'll take care of it.

She'll love it.

Ma'am, did a guy with an arm

like this pass this way?

Yes. He went that way.

- Where?

- That way.

Quiet. The phone's ringing.

Write what you want here.

Make sure there's no mistake.

- I'll get everything ready.

- Okay. Thanks.

Where are you? I'm waiting for you,

sandwich in hand.

I went for a walk. Awalk.

You've all screwed me over

and I'm taking a walk.

- Where did you go?

- What's it to you?

I need to tell you something.

I saw you as a brother...

...a real brother.

But you're not my brother.

You're a prick.

- Where are you?

You ran off with a broken arm!

Where'd you go?

You know what you are,

I'm writing it down...

...you're a big a**hole. A**holes.

I'm writing it down.

A**hole. A**holes!

I'm underlining it.

Ass.

I'm underlining it again

so you get the message.

Give me your coordinates

so I can find you.

Where am I?

Just a second.

Tell me what you can see.

There's a window. Awindow.

- What kind of window?

- Awindow and lights.

- Tell me what you see through the glass.

- There's a man here.

Are you thinking straight? Never mind

the lights. Tell me about the street.

Hang up. I've had enough of you.

- Put it right here.

- Are you ready?

- I'm ready. Right here.

- Where should I put it? Show me again.

- Right here.

- You have to take this off.

I can't. I have a broken arm.

Idiot.

- Then we'll cut the T-shirt.

- Cut it here.

- Here we go.

- Cut it here, right here.

Calm down. Relax.

I'll sort it out.

- Cut it straight.

- I'll manage, don't worry.

Straight. Overto here.

- Calm down.

Over to here.

That's enough.

Calm down.

- Put it right here.

- We'll do a no. 10.

- Are you ready?

- I'm excited. It's my first time.

I'm uncovering it.

What does it say?

- Whatever you wrote down.

- Does it say "ass"?

- You wrote "ass".

Who'd write "ass" on their chest?

Are you an idiot?

Has anyone ever asked you

to tattoo "ass" across their heart?

You wrote "ass" on that

piece of paper.

- I did what you wanted.

- So you just tattooed what I wrote?

Yeah. That's what you wanted.

- I should have written your mother's name.

- Leave my mother out of this.

- I wish I'd written her name.

- Leave her out of this.

If wrote a phone number would you

have written that? Like a fast foodjoint?

- That's enough. Get out of my shop.

- Oh really?

You write "ass" on my chest,

then tell me to get out.

You wanted it. Get out.

- And you call yourself an artist.

- Get out of my shop.

- You have hair like a sheep.

I'll rip your denim shirt off.

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