G.O.R.A. Page #3

Vumar's son Timar is a great|hero for the Gorans.

l rather entrust Gora's future...

...to a hero, instead of a lover.

Really?

-Commander Logar!|-Yes, my dear.

-An object is closing in, Sir.|-Who's this?

Excuse me. Who are you?

Get out! Out! Out!

Out...

See you later, Superior Tocha.

Good bye.

Arif, buddy?

Yes?

We did you wrong today. Forgive us.

lt's alright, forget it.

We're in space, everybody is confused.|lt's not a big deal.

-ls everything fine now?|-Sure, man.

You do that guy one more wrong|and you'll get a feel of this.

You are really a phenomenon,|always up to something.

Was this your bed?|Sorry, pal.

Sit down. Here, you|left these in the examination room.

l really appreciate it.

Let's get acquainted.

Arif lk. All sorts of|carpets, kilim, travel.

-Here.|-Fine. l'm Bob Marley Faruk.

-Are you Turkish, Bob Marley?|-Yes.

Great. Have one.

-l don't smoke.|-Really?

-Can you give me that one there?|-This one?

-Here.|-Thanks.

-How long have you been here, Bob?|-8 years.

Holy sh...what was that?

l'm sorry.

You've disappointed me.

l had a bar in Kusadas. There was|great music, reggae.

-But it didn't fly?|-Nope.

l was in debt up to my ears.

The creditors came to kill me.|So l tied a rock on my neck.

l was about to jump from the jetty...

...and bang, l was in a spaceship.

Then a completely different world,|would you return?

Well...

Let's suppose l did return.|The creditors arrive:

''Where have you been Bob?''

''l was abducted by aliens and|so on.'' Would they buy it?

-They wouldn't.|-Nope.

Then there's the media.

You're making the headlines each day,|'The Man Abducted by Aliens''

-This seems to rub you wrong.|-You got that right.

l have nothing against space|but the attitude is wrong.

You expect something more civilized|when you think of aliens.

-You're a prisoner here|-So?

Don't make me mad.|You're a prisoner. l'm comfortable.

That's because l work in the kitchen.

lf l were in the quarries...|They work you to death there.

They implant a chip and|you walk around like a monkey.

What's this man, quarry, chips..?|ls this being alien or human?

lf you'd like l can get you|a work in the kitchen too?

What kitchen, pal? ls there no way|out of here?

-You have to find a ship.|-Easy. What's a space ship, anyway?

Alright, calm down, have patience.

These are the final finishes.|lt's finished, here.

-ls this some kind of a joke?|-Of course it is.

l mean it's impossible|to get away.

Quit saying that.|There's gotta be a way.

Excuse me Bob but you seem to be|a little oblivious to sci-fi.

l'm oblivious to sci-fi?|l'm oblivious, huh?

You don't know who you're talking to,|so you talk nonsense.

What's your point?

l was the first Turk|to write a science fiction scenario.

You said you had a bar.

That was after|l got fed up with the movie business.

So you got fed up with the movies?

lt was years ago.

ln the last days|of the sex movies.

l was looking for|something new in movies.

-September 12th, 1980|-No, sir, impossible.

My name is Ersan Kuneri,|l'm no porno producer.

l said they'll make love in underwear.|Of course.

The cook, the servant, the gardener. All|of them. lt takes place at a mansion.

The cook does the gardener, the|gardener the driver, the driver, servant.

Yes, get it printed,|l'll send a poster immediately.

The title is|''Group Discount''.

Stand straight,

Raise your chin.

Good.

Yes.

This, this, this.

Who are you?|Get out, out!

Be yourself,|don't imitate anyone!

Mr Ersan.|Should Faruk come in?

Keep him waiting.|Wait a second.

This, this.|Do you have blue underwear?

-Yes.|-Write down, brings his own underwear.

You, from Tophane, l want you to|make love like an animal, not human.

-Like a beast !|-Always.

Alright then, the movie's name is,|''Jackhammer.'' Beat it.

Send Faruk in.

Mr Faruk.

Hi, Mr Ersan.

l see a tank outside.|Was there a parade today?

Nothing important.|l have great ideas.

A fresh approach in movies,|science fiction. What do you say?

Science? Give me that.

Americans are into this thing,|there's lot of money in this.

Any sex?

No, it's about a robot's|adventures.

The title is ''6 Million Dollar Man.''|How's that?

Foreign currency|is prohibited.

We could change the title.

-Like?|-Lunar Lust. How's that?

lt can't be on the moon.|We have to shoot in one week.

We'll do it. A robot falls in love|with an astronaut.

Nice...|Lunar Lust. Nice.

Could l have an advance,|l'll scout for a location.

Let's celebrate this.|l have Kent, Marlboro.

Mr Ersan,|the police is here.

They want to entertain you|for possessing foreign cigarettes.

That's not entertain,|that's detain. Let's go.

There's no escape from law.

Ersan...The film.|Science-fiction. What now?

That film is not going to happen.

Let's go to bed now. Don't ever|mention science-fiction to me again.

Thanks. They bring me|everything from Earth.

Hey, whoa! Slice it carefully!

These guys have chips,|half of their brain is gone.

Hand it over,|let me do that.

Come on, you've wasted it.

But the guys are okay.

So it seems. You have it nice going|here but please think about...

...this escape business.

Cut the crap and let me|tell you how to escape.

Yeah.

First try the ventilation shafts|from the kitchen.

-Ventilation?|-Yes.

Did you all run away too?

Whoa, don't cut in here.|So you think you're smart, huh?

Why smart, man?|l came to get food.

And there's another thing,|that could do.

What's it? Tell me?

Close it.

Close it.

You are way too curious.|l'm out of here.

Can we flee|right through there, buddy?

Why do you take off the helmet?

lf that doesn't work, there's|molecular transportation.

-No wonder. What's that?|-Beaming, you know.

Do l know? lf there's beaming|l'll be directly at home.

Beaming is a risky business, you have|to enter the exact coordinates.

l'm willing to risk it.|l have to get out of here.

lt's impossible to flee.|You don't get it, do you?

Sorry, Bob but...

...you call yourself Bob Marley but have|no hint about the philosophy behind it.

Just wearing that cap is not enough.

And what is|that philosophy?

Get me a stick|and a piece of cloth.

l'll show you beaming...

You'll see... You know|nothing about Arif yet.

Don't lose hope.|The Force is inside you.

Yeah, right! lnside. Just appear|in light, no help at all.

Just show off, bastard!

l'll show you all,|you bastards....

Beaming, yeah? Beaming.|There we are.

What are you doing here?

l don't have bucket, if l had one|l could do something.

What do you mean?

Commander Logar instructed me|to clean this place.

Move!

Why then? You've turned|the planet into a shithole.

Behave like women for a change|and clean this place.

What are you doing here?

Ma'am, l beg you, just let me|wipe off the dust of the beaming room.

Move.

Some guy came and said ''The prisoner|shall wipe the dust of that place.''

l swear. He said ''No beaming,|only dust.''

Don't squeeze my arm.|He only said cleaning.

Damn you all...

To hell with such a beaming...

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