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Kabadayi Page #7
- Year:
- 1968
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Their corpses rotted long ago.
Some of this is known.
Some of it isn't.
In the end, a few things happened
and I laid down my gun.
For a long time now I've been living
a quiet, trouble-free life.
But you know what?
I'm sick.
The illness is, you forget
You forget everyone, everything.
Everything you have in your head
is wiped out.
You know what that means?
I will, if you explain.
It means this. If I killed you
right here I know I wouldn't have...
...the slightest conscience about it.
I'd never remember
how I pressed my gun to your head...
...how that miserable brain of yours
spattered all over the place.
So, I don't have
any oath problems.
If you lay a finger on my son,
you know now what'll happen.
I want the girl.
Otherwise, I'll take her by force.
The guy's like a ticking time bomb.
Drugs have destroyed his brain.
There's no telling what he'll do.
He's desperate for the girl.
Obviously,
nothing's going to stop him.
OK then.
You're going to my farmhouse.
The place will be kept
under 24-hour surveillance.
take care of Murat and the girl.
They're both on their own
without family.
Why are you
making me wait here?
It won't take long.
One of your men has confessed
to killing the bar owner...
...and injuring his friend.
You're free to go now.
The inquiry's still ongoing
so don't disappear.
What was with all the dirt
and backstabbing? Thanks chief.
OK. Take care of yourselves.
Don't leave me worrying.
I don't think they'll mess with you.
Still, you don't know where we are.
I wouldn't say a word
if they hanged me. You know me.
Keep safe now.
We're going to Ali Osman's place
to get the girl.
You'll find everything you need.
I'll keep you updated
with developments.
Anyway, tomorrow is
Turhan's meatball day.
We'll work something out I hope.
Thanks, Haco. Don't forget.
Nothing's going to happen to you.
Your son is a son of mine.
They'd have to flatten us
before laying a finger on Murat.
What's with the pushing? You animal!
- Where are they?
- You missed them. They've gone.
Some wannabe
Mafioso bothered them.
Where are they?
I don't know, Osman isn't such
a fool as to say where he's going.
If I were you I wouldn't even ask.
Osman has some bad-boy friends.
- Try messing with them, sweetie.
- Good idea. We'll do just that.
Keep the house covered.
Why didn't you do this before?
Oh God, boss...
Why do you have so many tattoos?
I don't know.
I like tattoos.
You like earrings too, huh?
Why?
What's the harm in my earring?
Aren't the kind of people
who wear earrings, you know?
What?
- You know... That sort.
Why are you giving me a hard time
about my tattoos and earring?
Did you rebel like this
with your mother?
I did much worse.
I was a rebel too. They'd bastinado
me in jail to shut me up.
Hanging, electrodes, towels, ice...
They tried every form of torture...
But I didn't bat an eyelid.
I knew your mother would come.
My mother?
Whicheverjail they sent me to
she'd always turn up.
Summer, winter, rain or shine
she'd be there to sing 'Gazelle Fawn'
- My wounds would suddenly heal.
- I know that song.
It was our song. So you've inherited
your mother's gift for music.
Mum got me my first guitar.
I played my first songs on that guitar.
So you write music. Good.
Not everyone can do that.
And school?
I dropped out of university.
Media studies.
Qualifications are a must
if you want to get anywhere.
If I'd had a decent education
I might have been something else.
- Why don't you go to the doctor?
- Why should I?
For, you know... That amnesia thing.
- A doctor wouldn't do any good.
- How do you know?
I just do.
You are so stubborn.
So you know everything.
- I wish we could stay here forever.
- Aha.
- How's this thing going to end?
- I don't know.
How much longer can we
keep running? I'm getting tired.
Get some sleep.
I can't sleep.
We have a patient at home
Who won't eat or drink
from the golden bowl
What's that?
The song Mum used to sing
to get me to sleep.
My gazelle is sick.
My gazelle fawn.
Are you an angel, my gazelle fawn...
What happened to the meatballs?
Cool it. They're on the way.
- We're starving!
- OK, Haco. They're coming.
- Yes, loads of them.
- Hope they don't have bird flu!
- Don't make the boy cry.
Cheers then, son-in-law!
They won't give my ball back, Gran!
For heaven's sake
say something, Haco!
Behave yourself, son.
- Or I'll belt you!
- OK, grandpa.
Come on, Haco!
To those who have gone
the way of the bullet!
Srmeli, we're fine. Talk to Cemil
and have him find you a place.
I don't feel comfortable.
But I've found the perfect place!
If they show up, I'll set Atiye
on them. She'll give them hell.
How's Atiye?
She went muttering off to the shops.
She'll be gone the whole day now.
It's her affair but I reckon
she's flirting with the Mukhtar.
If the money runs out, ask Cemil
OK, I'm running low on battery.
We'll talk later.
Is it good news or bad?
Did you come here to watch us,
young man?
What do you want?
What's the problem?
Are you making fun of us, loser?
Hello?
I can't hear you.
Beyto speaking.
What is it?
Hello?
Actually, I only wanted
to ask a question. That's all.
But I knew damn well
you wouldn't answer that question.
For you I was just some regular thug.
You didn't know how powerful I was.
Who is Devran? How strong is he?
How tough? What's he capable of?
What's his striking distance?
You had no idea.
But now you know.
Now you know me.
Now let me ask my question.
Where's Ali Osman?
I have a friend with his ear
to the ground.
But... Someone supposedly
has a tape of the killing.
The tape that the police said
didn't exist.
Someone's trying
to cover up the killing?
- Then it means...
- Devran is working for the cops.
He's a mole. Which is why
his backside is covered.
We have seen all the
tough guys come and go.
You think you'll get away with
everything you've done?
You don't know
who you're dealing with.
But you know
who you're dealing with now.
That bullets don't go through me.
I'm going now.
Talk amongst yourselves.
I'll call in an hour.
If you don't deliver,
this time, I'll come with an army.
And it won't be your property
that gets damaged.
We should also get a
message to Ali Osman.
It must be something hard-hitting.
Who can deliver the message?
This testimony thing spells trouble
for you, Ali Osman. Pull out.
It's notjust about
testimony any more,
He wants the girl.
Then you have to do what he asks.
I can't.
I can't give him the girl.
I've never let down anyone
My son is in love with the girl.
No one has it in them
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