Kabadayi Page #6

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I know his father. We shared a cell.

We have some history with him.

Fine, but what's his hurry?

What's going on?

If he wants to talk, we'll talk.

Do we know where he is?

You can't go alone.

We'll go together. The guy's dodgy.

Don't forget the meatball day!

One person's loss...

I'm not getting involved.

You can explain to my wife.

What's with the long face, mister?

You were like that as a boy too.

Whenever things didn't go your way...

Is it so hard to say 'Dad'?

Does it make any goddamn

difference if I do or don't?

I called you Dad for years

and where did it get me?

You tell me.

I shall.

I learned what lies were

from you and my mother.

My past is a lie. My ID card is a lie.

Anything I know is a lie.

Everything is one big lie. A lie!

Yes. We lied to you.

Because we had no choice.

But was our love for you a lie?

I rocked you on my legs.

I cradled you to sleep in my arms.

I wiped your bottom.

I taught you to swim.

I cried as you sang

'My Beautiful Mother'.

How could that be a lie?

But when you found out what I was...

...you were embarrassed by me.

The reason you ran away from home

wasn't the lie about your father.

It wasn't a fake father you ran from.

You ran from a homosexual father.

And that's the lie

you've been telling yourself.

I can't tell you how happy I am

to see you all here...

...while I was only

expecting Ali Osman.

I grew up with stories about you.

Every one of you was a legend.

You know my father.

He was very much one of us.

Ali Osman and my father

were very close.

He always said,

how great Ali Osman was.

God rest his soul.

I'd like to get to the point if I may.

I thought it best

to talk to Osman Abi face to face.

Now I have this out-of-control guy

working for me.

This guy did something stupid.

A young lad witnessed the crime

and told the police what he saw.

As far as I know, this lad

is under Ali Osman's protection.

Now what I'm asking is; if the lad

would withdraw his statement.

If our waster did time right now

it would hamper certain deals.

And cause me serious losses.

Is that possible, I wonder?

The lad you're talking about

happens to be my son.

Really? I didn't know.

A decent man was killed.

The boy relayed what he saw.

I don't think we can help you.

God save your son.

You say you can't help me,

but you have to.

We're talking very big investments

here. I'm not on my own either.

This is a multinational deal.

You have all chosen

to go into business.

I want you to understand my position.

You wouldn't want anything...

...happening to your

investments either.

I've come straight to you

with my problem.

So you are the father,

a father's word is final.

He should listen to you.

So nothing unfortunate happens.

We don't want anyone else involved.

Or other people hurt unnecessarily.

The guy threatened all of us

straight out.

That's why Devran is so reckless.

Didn't I tell you? He uses the guy...

...in drugs or arms trafficking.

If he gets locked up, it'll get messy.

Turns out the boy is Ali Osman's son.

I think he understood my point.

He won't want to put his son at risk.

Then again, this is Ali Osman.

That's what my father used to say.

The others got the message anyway

We can give them all...

...a gentle rap on the knuckles, boss.

- Hold on for now. Leave Osman be.

- I talked to some people today.

- What people?

- That guy Devran's boss.

- Devran has a boss?

- So it seems.

- What did they want?

- For you to withdraw as a witness.

- What did you say?

- I said I'd talk to you.

- Well?

- I'm talking to you, aren't I?

- Never!

- Wait, don'tjust...

- I'd never even consider it.

Just listen, son.

- No. There's nothing to discuss.

Listen, will you!

The guy killed Teoman Abi!

Look at Karaca!

Is he going to get away with it all?

No. But you don't know

who you're up against.

The guys are dangerous

and powerful as hell.

Do you want to

get killed mysteriously?

- Let's not waste our breath.

- Don't be so stubborn.

They wipe you out

before you can get near a court.

You think they'd listen to you?

Maybe they'd listen to you.

After all, you are ex-mafia.

What did you say?

I said you're mafia.

You'd get along.

What do you think you're saying?

Who told you I was mafia?

I'm not mafia! I never have been!

I never had police

or politicans behind me

I never sold drugs, arms or women.

I did everything on my own.

I fought to my enemies by myself.

I paid the price of everything

I ever did.

Who the hell are you to...

Who the hell are you to...

Calm down, Osman

Come with me, bro

Atiye, call Cemil.

Tell him to come over fast.

Now sit down there.

OK. It's over now. Relax

Wait. I'll get you some water.

What happened there just like that?

- Your father's sick, son.

- What's wrong with him?

Dementia.

He suddenly gets stuck.

He doesn't recognise anyone.

It's like momentary dementia.

Then he returns to normal.

Here, bro

Cemil.

- Are you OK, bro.

- Fine.

- We were worried for a moment.

- There's nothing to worry about.

- Hello there, Necdet.

- Hello

You're fine, thank God

I already told you I was.

Hello, Fikret.

No, if you feel umm...

Don't go on, Cemil!

Good winnings, all of you!

No, when Srmeli got in a flap...

He kind of likes to blow things up.

- His sort is like that, you know.

- Welcome. What's going on?

First make us welcome

and order our coffee

What's up? Something happened.

The news isn't good.

We poked around a bit

- He has a dangerous background.

- You mean the boss?

The boss is a different story.

The real issue is something else.

The police are involved, right?

But this is more than

a simple police-underworld link.

No one wants to talk.

There's something that runs deep,

I mean... Be careful, Osman.

I'm getting bad vibes.

- Is that Ali Osman?

- Yes.

It's Devran.

You know who I am?

- Yes.

- How about we meet in the morning?

Face to face. Wherever you want.

Or I can come over to your place.

- There, the father in you...

- Aren't you asleep yet?

Sleep yourself if it's so easy.

Look at the adventures we've had.

My blood pressure's playing up again.

Besides, you know I'm a night owl.

The son of a gun's a real rebel.

A fighter. He won't listen to advice.

I wonder who he takes after.

Nice place.

Does it make good money?

Enough to keep me going.

What do you want?

Hang on, old boy.

Let me catch my breath.

OK. Fine.

Hand over the girl and

your son gets to live. That's all

That's all?

You know if war breaks out

I'll wipe out the lot of you.

Hand over the girl

and no one gets hurt.

You know the way things work.

Your gun's about to backfire, son.

Careful you don't shoot yourself.

Anyone worth his mettle

knows the right way to behave.

When has it been OK to hand over

people who play by the rules?

You don't know me.

I left behind a trail of corpses.

I gave a lot of families grief.

I butchered scores of troublemakers...

...without even batting an eye.

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