G.O.R.A.

Commander Logar,|they're speaking English.

Can we have it in Turkish|from the start?

Sure thing!

l'd believe it if it were possible|however, this is no good.

What's no good, man?

Look dear, l've been a publisher|for 12 years now.

l've never seen|such a nonsense.

Are you listening?

Forget about publishing, this|is a UFO, something l've witnessed.

l've seen this, shouldn't|l have taken a picture?

Besides, l have a friend who made love|to an alien, l'll bring him to you.

Bring him, the other one too.|We'll create some synergy here.

-But these are fake.|-Hake?

Fake man fake... Phony.

lt says here Ktahya Porcelain.|Look.

Well, l shot this in Ktahya.|There's nothing wrong with it.

ldiot. Why are you|using a magnifier?

l've been on the road|for ten hours.

Which way are you going, son?

Hah! Just what l needed!|l'm going a long way pops. Move on.

-Give me a lift to...|-To where?

-Aren't you going this way?|-Alright, hop in.

Close the door...

-What's in the can?|-Pickles.

Let me turn it like this so it won't|fly away. lt's a cabrio after all.

You're well informed.

Would you mind|if l played some music?

-What kind of music?|-What?

-What kind of music?|-You are something...

l don't like foreign music. They might be|swearing at my mom. How shall l know?

-How old is your mother?|-My mom is alive and healthy at 93.

Fine. This band is very young, so they|wouldn't know your mother, don't worry.

Oh boy! Look at that view!

-Get out!|-What's up son? l hope nothing's wrong.

Get out. Stop talking.

Move.

Turn towards me.

Raise your arm.|We're gonna lose the light.

You talk too much.|Do something useful for a change.

-Shall l turn it like this?|-No, just hold your arm straight!

lnnocent villager sees a UFO.|You're the man!

Our esteemed|Japanese guests...

...this is a really|historical place. Translate.

Yes, but...

Please, these are very sensitive,|newly painted.

What's he saying?

He wants you to|talk about the pictures.

What's there to talk about?|They're pictures after all.

Let's lead them|to my carpet shop.

What's he saying?

My group is getting annoyed.

-Well, don't translate everything.|-How could l possibly not?

Translate this then: Apple pie and tart|make me fart hard.

You are really|killing tourism!

Cut it short.

Now we're going straight|to my shop.

We'll have a look at the carpets.|My shop is right nearby.

We'll get out...

Chill out, man!

Tourist or not,|l'll smack you one on the eye.

What's this talk|you rude bastard!

Lay down and l'll|show you what's really rude.

Dumb ass!

Don't make me go|Ninja on you!

Don't make me go|Ninja on you!

What's this, are you acting up?|You clown, come on.

Stop hitting! Give me my glasses.

You'll achieve nothing by yelling|in Japanese. Bastards!

They make videos at home|and come over...

...to tour the country! Bastards!|And then we'll have a tourism boom.

That's some boom!

Arif.

Treasury officials asked for you.|What's up?

l was to receive a commendation from|the ministry. Are they gone?

Yeah. Hold on a minute.

Look at this stuff. How is it?

This should be painted in grey.|There's no name on it, right?

-No.|-Boss?

English customers|are asking for you.

Good. Come over some time,|we'll create some synergy.

-What synergy, dude?|-Boss, the English...

Has Prince Charles popped up?|What's the big deal?

Well, of course!

Order tea.|Don't stare like an ox.

F*** it, order anyway.

This one's crappy.

What are you going to say about this?

Don't ask the chick.|Why are you asking her?

Lady?

Nuri!

Look.

This carpet here...

...has an authentic design|and is very valuable.

This pattern is called ''Hand|on the waist''. Trust me on this...

...the kid who wove this|went blind.

The price is $5000,|including surgery.

What did you give me to drink?

Arif lk. December, 8th, 1968.

You have been abducted by|the Goran Military lmport Unit.

-Excuse me?|-Go on.

From now on you are|property of the Goran Union.

-Transportal initiative transport--|-What are you talking about, lady?

My dear Earthling, l think you|don't get it. You've been abducted!

Get out of here man.|The outfit is fine...

...but we did these jokes|when we were kids.

Nice idea, nice location|but you can't fool me.

-What's going on, Cheeba?|-Unbelievable. l guess he's in shock.

Really? Are the force shields active?

Sure they are.|You don't give up, do you?

He'll recover in the cell.|Take him away.

Dude, listen! Don't get on my nerves.

lt's no good with lights and all.|Are you going to buy the rug or not?

Plackumates, take him to his cell.

Bugger off! Tufan, is that you, dog?|Take off your glasses!

Take him away!

What was the technique?

Put a little effort into it, man!

Step back!

-Calm down.|-Shut up!

You freaked out, ha?

What now?

Are you going to kill us|with a flashlight?

Flashlight?

Oh sh*t...

Get this trash out of here!

Don't let me see you fraternizing|with prisoners again.

Get back to work.

-Engage MFD drives.|-Engaged.

-Open the parallel port.|-Open.

-ls the joystick connected?|-Yes.

-ls targeting stabilized?|-Ready.

Lieutenant Zurka,|lower all shields.

Right away, sir.

What's going on there?

A Colombian|is causing trouble.

Why do you cause trouble|you worthless Earthling? Search him!

Powdered sugar, huh?

Get him out of here.|Send this to the kitchen.

Commander Logar,|the cargo is ready.

The numbers?

-Fine...|-And one Turk.

One day all Earthlings will work|under my command like dogs, Kuna.

We'll gather all of them.

Those days will come to pass, sir.|Commander Logar...

Why do you hate Earthlings|so much?

Why?! Why?!

This is a hatred, Kuna. A hatred|l may never be able to overcome.

Years ago, something which happened|to my grandfather Commander Kubar...

has affected me so greatly, that l can't|seem to shake my taste for vengeance.

Earthlings make me sick...

July 14th, 1789- AKSARAY

What we do to these uncivilized|monkeys can never be enough, Kuna.

Commander Logar.|An object is approaching.

Who are you?

Get out, out!

Come on, come on.|Get a signal.

You were supposed to have|coverage everywhere. Come on!

Hello?

Hello, Muhittin,|This is Arif.

Bring in everybody,|even the US President.

l've been abducted by aliens.

What? Yes, by them.

Stop that! Arif, cut the crap,|where are you? What are you doing?

Muhittin, this is not a joke.|Aliens, l said. l'm in a spaceship.

-What ship?|-Muhittin, speak up.

Go to the police, to the station.|Hello!

The signal is breaking up.|Call me back.

He must be drunk or what.

Hello, Muhittin, Muhittin.|lt's no joke. l'm telling you, aliens!

Oh merciful and most gracious...

-Do not fear.|-You don't say!

My God, what kind of a test|are you putting me through?

Listen carefully.|The Force is inside you.

Don't lose control.|You'll get away and find me.

Who are you? l can't even tell|if you're a genie or a human.

Damn!

Damn!

Stop it. Listen,|you're the chosen one.

Find me when you land on Gora.|Got it?

Find me.

Daddyo, did you|run out of chosen ones?

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