Kabadayi Page #3

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Murat should have been here.

He buried his mother long ago.

Why didn't Afet tell me?

- Tell you what?

- That I had a son.

How could she? You were married.

How could she break up the family?

- Is there too much treble?

- A bit. You carry on. I'll fix it.

We've lost your mother, darling.

How did Mum know I work here?

How did she track me down?

She never did lose track of you.

She always kept an eye on you.

Your mother left you this.

Your Dad's address is on the

envelope. His number's there too.

Either go there, or call him

but make sure you contact him.

However much you disown us...

Who was that?

Uncle Birol.

A close friend of my mum

Well?

My mother is dead.

- What kind of soup is that?

- Lentil.

I want some.

Cemil have me some soup sent over.

What does it remind you of?

What?

Lentil soup.

What does it remind you?

Nothing.

The night you trashed those guys

and took me to the soup place, huh?

- What night was that, Srmeli?

- God! How could you forget?

I was set upon by some punks right?

You know, one night in Beyolu.

The mugging.

You arrived in the nick of time

and beat the sh*t out of those dogs.

All alone.

I honestly don't remember.

True, it was 30 years or so ago.

But it wasn't a night you'd forget.

Come on! How do you expect me to

remember something 30 years ago?

Ali Osman saved my life, Cemil.

I was surrounded by these punks.

They wanted my money

plus you can guess what else.

Suddenly he appeared out of

nowhere like a flash of lightning.

Anyway, I said I was hungry

and you took me to the soup place.

We had lentil soup. So for me,

lentils are beyond special, Cemil.

OK, enough. Can you leave it now?

No I can't.

Now Cemil, not meaning to boast...

...but I was awfully popular once.

I had this effeminate thing.

Although my father was from Konya...

One of the bigwigs.

A respected man. But I won't go on.

Osman rescued me from the street,

and made me Afet's assistant.

Afet was the most famous singer

about at the time.

So it's all thanks to Osman.

OK, Srmeli. Stop!

It's 30 years ago

- What's going on with the Arab?

- He wants more time, Bro.

- He didn't pay?

- No. He's pushed for cash right now.

Give him a bullet in the knee.

So you see, Cemil Abi,

lentils mean big things to me.

I'm never having lentil soup again

thanks to you.

- Osman Brother!

- What is it?

- There's someone to see you.

- Who?

Condolences to us both.

My mother left me a letter.

She wrote to say you're my father.

- Really?

- Yes.

I guess this ring is yours.

You gave it to her.

That's what she says in the letter.

That's right.

And she left it to me.

In the letter, she says

you didn't know what happened.

I guess she didn't tell you

she was pregnant.

Anyway...

...when I was 12

I found out I was born illegitimately.

I learned to live like one

I haven't had a home

since I was 16.

Take this ring.

I don't want it.

I don't want to hear anything more

about you or my mother.

I don't even want to know

where my mother's buried.

Look, young man.

In my world, you respect your elders

and love yourjuniors.

You can't speak about

the dead like that.

Especially, never about your mother.

Get out of here before

I cause an accident.

I don't want to see you!

Come here.

I don't want any.

Yes, you do.

Your eyes say so.

Are you going to listen to me?

Look, let me show you something.

Like it?

Yes.

Listen to me.

Things like this

wreck my image but...

But that's love for you.

- So let's see yours then.

- Don't!

We said we'd be together

for the rest of our lives, didn't we?

That was before

you started beating me.

You used me.

You had me carry drugs.

You made me a drugs courier.

You were a crap singer in Germany.

I made something of you.

I'm still a singer.

Get your hands off me!

OK, there you go.

That bar will be yours.

You can sing all you like.

Keep your bars. I'm not interested.

Just don't touch Murat. That's all.

No deal.

Him and his earrings.

I'll have the queen wearing dresses.

You call that loser a man?

Being a man isn't about

having men behind you...

It's definitely not about penis size.

Even if it was,

you can't compare with him.

You're way behind him.

Teoman.

Listen:
That bar's not opening tonight.

It's not opening till I say so!

Shut up!

- Abi, you forgot this.

- Thanks.

- What is it?

- A camera.

He's always watching out for you.

Cemil's a great guy.

He played for Turkey, you know.

But that's life,

drugs, alcohol, gambling...

I picked up the pieces from hospital.

Stop giving yourself stress.

What he said was so objectionable.

How could he be so arrogant?

He almost got a slap round the face.

For 12 years that boy thought he had

a weird creature like me for a father.

He realized in the end what I was...

...and his mother had to explain

the whole thing.

Wait, let me take a photo of you.

God! What's with the

photography thing.

The other night, Afet's dying

and you're taking photos.

Quiet! Keep still

I'm taking these so I umm...

So I remember.

Remember what?

Everything. Everyone I know.

I think, I've got...

...some horrible illness.

God forbid!

What kind of talk is that?

- Good night, Srmeli.

- Good night, Osman Abi.

I told you to shut down this place

but you didn't.

You'll face the consequences then.

Let's go.

Help. Help.

Karaca. Can you hear me?

Is she alive? Breathing?

I don't know

OK! You can't come in. Wait here.

Take the bag. It's the girl's, right?

How's the sister?

They're operating on her.

It was an accident. The bullet

went to the wrong address.

The boss has

punished the jerk responsible

Things like that happen sometimes.

Actually, you and Teoman

were the targets

We've settled scores with Teoman.

- Is he dead?

- Yes.

Actually, you're dead too.

But you don't know it yet.

- Go if you like.

- Go where?

To the police.

I know, what you're thinking.

You're thinking, "If I shout for help,

will they come running?" Right?

But take it from me,

the police can't help you.

Hear my words.

If you pack up your stuff

and clear out of here tonight...

...the boss will let you off the hook.

I'm going now.

I'll be back in a while.

If I find you here...

...I'll put a bullet in your head,

right in front of the police.

Yes?

Which hospital?

I'll be right there.

Hello?

Cemil? It's me, Ali Osman.

Get over here fast.

And come prepared.

- What are you doing up at this hour?

- I couldn't sleep.

Where are you off to?

- The boy's in trouble.

- What's happened to my Murat?

Don't panic. I'll handle it.

He's got himself in trouble again,

hasn't he? I'm coming too.

- Stay right where you are.

- At least tell me what he's done!

They've trashed the place.

- They had it planned.

- It must be about protection money.

Hello there, chief superintendent.

Could we have a word?

Who are those guys, chief?

Why did you give them the tape?

Don't ask, don't learn, don't know.

OK? Damn it! God damn the losers!

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