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ignorant as he is?

You won't be here long. Calm down.

Calm down.

Just wait and see.

Sit.

Go on, sit.

What's your problem?

I understand about you, Bekir.

You're sick in the head and

you're never getting out of here,

you're nothing but trouble.

But what about you, Ouz?

You expect special treatment

because you're a short-termer?

- No, sir.

- Quiet!

Did I tell you to speak?

I'll show you both what

this place is all about.

Shame on you, at your age!

You should set an example for

all the other soldiers here.

I'm canceling all your leave

until the end of your service.

From now on, you'll come to me

whenever there's a job to do.

Collecting garbage, wiping sh*t,

windows, dishes, whatever.

All kinds of f***ed up jobs.

If you don't do it all.

I'll drop you at Wolf's Tooth

in your underwear.

What did you do in civilian life?

My father is an electrician

in Balgat. I'm working with him.

- I mean I was.

- Did he die?

He didn't die. I forgot him.

What does that mean?

I don't remember my life

before the service.

When I do, it feels like

somebody else's life.

Two years and eight months.

Punishments, desertions...

I'm a different man now.

So, can't find anything to say?

What?

Aren't you ashamed?

While millions of university kids

like you serve for a few months...

Don't waste your breath.

I could have paid, I didn't.

Good thing you aren't that low.

It's just five months, kid.

A third of what it is

for a normal private.

Are you three times more

precious than we are?

You moron,

I had the money and I had the

right but I wanted to come.

There can't be such distinctions.

The service has no price and if

it does, it can't be money!

Your fathers know

those in power, not ours.

Then came the short term service.

You even cried about that.

You cried like women, you fags.

Aren't you ashamed

when young guys

spend their best years with

assembly, the flu, and King TV.

And yes, dying too?

Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?

Hanging out in cool places.

F***ing foxes.

Studying, yeah, right!

- How old are you, Bekir?

- None of your business.

You're a few years

older than me.

- Now what?

- What are you saying, man?

This means you were either hiding

abroad or you were on the run.

What happened to the

rights of young men?

Weren't you ashamed? Coward!

Stop!

I'm twenty-nine.

First I thought I'd help my father.

But that was an excuse,

I played pool, went out and had fun.

Then my mother got sick.

They said she'd live

a few more years,

but it took longer.

The day she died, I turned myself in.

You?

What about me, you maniac?

What about me?

Don't people graduate

at twenty-one?

Why didn't you come?

I fell in love.

Abroad wouldn't let you go?

More than one.

One left and then another came.

So I kept postponing.

Wow.

- What difference does it make?

- A lot.

I didn't come because I couldn't

and you because you wouldn't.

What's the difference?

How are we different now?

You're right.

I don't like you, never will.

But there's no returning

from that point.

From what?

We're brothers now.

You saved my life.

Let's go get the guns now.

You know what I'm

remembering, Bekir?

When you were six, you

boxed some kid's ear,

because he called

you names, remember?

I remember, mom.

His parents came to complain.

He couldn't hear for a week.

You felt such remorse

that you kept an eye on him

when you grew up,

remember?

My boy.

My angry, soft-hearted Bekir.

Don't frown.

Don't get angry.

Don't worry about anything.

Keep your conscience like

when you were a child.

If you can't,

after I'm gone,

find yourself a beautiful,

intelligent girl.

Who can,

tweak your ear.

And marry her.

But,

don't forget to invite your

father to your wedding.

I know,

he won't want to come.

He won't want to leave the shop.

You drag him,

so he can see your happiness,

for me as well.

Make him dance,

I know he doesn't like to.

But drag him by the arm and

throw him on the dance floor.

Go to the army, my boy.

Make friends there.

Listen to your superiors.

Become a good man.

Don't get angry. You kept getting

angry but you just wear yourself out.

Don't give up, Bekir.

Don't despair,

no matter what.

Keep your head up high,

wherever you are,

even if you are in trouble.

It's really snowing now.

Let's go in.

What are you talking about?

It's your turn.

What do you mean?

Why do you think Lieutenant

Yaar brought you here?

To torture me.

You know about electricity.

Go see where the problem is.

That's all I f***ing need!

What's up? Are you comfortable?

Not bad.

Go and get the toolbox, man.

Am I supposed to open

this with my bare hands?

Go on then.

How did you get

admitted to university

with that level of intelligence?!

Ouz!

Come see what I found.

Let's see why this isn't working.

We will understand now.

Nine hundred and twenty-three,

Crimea, this is Mountain, come in.

Mountain? Yaar's men, is that you?

I'm Private Bekir

and I'm with

short-term Sergeant Ouz.

We've reached the summit,

we're trying to reach HQ.

Bekir, be quiet and listen to me.

I'm Major Doan.

HQ and all the outposts

around here are under attack.

Four hundred men have been

on the move since last night,

crossing the border

over the mountains.

We're aware of your situation.

Sir, we climbed to the

summit to speak to you.

What the hell are you

doing on the summit?

Sir, we were coming here anyway

because the antenna

topped sending last night.

And you told us

to climb to the summit.

This is the Saint, sir.

They have gone to the relay station.

F***!

I got here and found the fuse

was missing in the transformer.

There's nothing wrong

with the antenna.

Listen to me, my boy,

where's your friend?

He went in to look for tools...

F***!

Bekir, get him out and get away

immediately. Bekir? Hello?

Enough.

Bekir!

Bekir, that's enough! He's dead!

- Hello, welcome.

- Good day, Defne.

Do I know you?

I don't think so. My mates

and I pass by here often.

I've been seeing you

here for a long time.

I was going to come earlier

to talk to you but...

I guess I didn't have the courage.

I found out your name.

I'm Bekir.

Okay, nice to meet you.

I'm going to the

military in two weeks.

I'll get a lot of extensions

because I've been running.

You know how important time is.

You know how one

wants someone to miss.

Don't misunderstand me,

you're a very beautiful lady.

I thought I'd come and

pour my heart out to you

rather than keep it all in.

- Mister Bekir...

- Just Bekir, call me Bekir.

Mister Bekir, I'm sorry but,

I'm not interested.

Why not?

- How so?

- Do you have a boyfriend?

No, I mean, I have

to go back to work.

- Defne, is there a problem?

- No, Mister Tuna.

Is there a problem, sir?

Maybe I can help you.

There is no problem, Mister Tuna.

If there is no problem,

then there is no need to talk either.

Then you wouldn't be occupying

the front of the counter either.

I'll show you what a problem is.

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