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Thanks a lot.

That was really nice of you.

Don't mention it.

How is she now?

Fine. We took her to the doctor.

Her fever's down this morning.

Good.

Come and have a look,

if you want.

Look...

Get well soon.

- I'm going down for some soup.

You had breakfast yet? - No.

- The owner said you came

here from Adana. - Yes.

- You're going on to Istanbul?

- Yes. God willing...

- What for? - Work, if possible.

I'll take a look.

What do you do?

Nothing right now.

I'll look around.

What were you doing in Adana?

I was inside. I don't know there.

It's just the hotel owner asked.

- Were you there long?

- 10 years.

A long time.

But you look good.

What are you doing here?

Visiting my sister.

On my way to Istanbul.

You're staying in the hotel?

You?

It's a bit complicated.

- What are you doing today?

- Don't know. Go for a wander.

Right. What else is there to do

in a town you don't know?

I saw you on the

bus the other night.

They called us in for an extra. We

got in a fight. The bastard...

grassed on us.

Sari, get me another.

What do you do?

There's this trashy club. We

play music there. Saz and that...

Get me some soup.

And water.

- Been at the salt this morning?

- Leave it out, Sari!

Where does he get the idea

for this stuff? It sells well, too.

We're in the same room.

His landscapes are nice though.

Sari! The soup!

Thanks.

Have a good day.

- What are you going to do?

- I don't know. Have a look around.

Then go back to the hotel.

- I have things to do. Come, but

you may get bored. - No, no.

- You see to your things.

- Come to the club tonight.

- We'll sit and talk afterwards.

- Sure.

On Istanbul St. Ask

anyone. They'll show you.

- Orkide Restaurant.

- OK. I'll be there.

- OK.

Hey! I forget to ask your name.

- Yusuf.

- Mine's Bekir.

- It's good we met. You seem nice.

- Thanks.

Bring us some raki.

Thank you... Thank you...

Ladies and gentlemen,

There's a 10-minute interval.

We'll be together shortly.

- Welcome.

- Thank you.

- You're Yusuf, right?

- Yes. - Please, sit down.

The hotel owner told us what

you did. Thanks a lot.

- It was so nice of you.

- Really, it was nothing.

Anyway, you enjoy yourselves.

I have things to do. I'll be back.

- Well, what did you do today?

- I walked around, ran a small errand.

They haven't served you yet.

- Sorry, Yusuf. We treated you badly.

- No problem. We're all human.

How are you doing, Bekir?

- Good thanks, Memet. You?

- OK I suppose. Busy with work.

Want some tea? I just made it.

- Great, if there is some.

- Sure.

- Hello.

- Hello. Can I help?

- We're waiting for Mrs. Ugur.

- She's upstairs. Shall I call her?

No need. She knows

we're waiting.

- Sit over here. Some tea?

- That would be great.

- What's the matter?

- Nothing.

- You're not going anywhere!

- Out of my way, Bekir! Sit down!

You're not going anywhere!

Stop interfering!

Go and wait in the car.

I won't let you go to those

pimps on your own!

Bekir, stop interfering!

Ugur, don't do this to me!

I'll make sure you regret it!

Do it then! Go ahead!

- I said I'll make you regret this!

- Let's just see how, you pimp!

Ungrateful b*tch!

I wrecked my life for you!

- Now you say so pimp, huh?

- Bekir, stop it! Don't do that!

Wait, you b*tch!

Wait in the car!

Shoot!

Go on, shoot!

Shoot, you son of a b*tch!

That's the way it goes. Don't

forget, or just f*** right off!

I'll be back at the time

I told you.

Bekir, drink this.

Bekir!

Take this as well.

Try and get some sleep.

If you need anything,

we're downstairs.

How are you? Feeling better?

What's your name?

ilem. She can't hear you.

She's deaf and dumb.

Get up, Yusuf! Time for soup.

You've been bored for days.

I'm taking the girl out.

You're coming too.

Where?

To the Secret Paradise. It's amazing.

You'll love it.

It's great drinking in the fresh air.

- So here's where the depot is!

He's a film guy, the bastard.

He makes sets out of this lot.

Actually, he's a spy!

- What are you talking about?

- I'm telling you he's a spy.

He's watching us.

No way. He's just some

poor guy like me.

What about Istanbul?

Are you going?

I don't know. I haven't decided yet.

Don't hang around here too long.

It'll become a habit. Ready to go?

Keep an eye on the girl. Don't

start drinking and forget her.

Like she's a lighter!

There's no telling with you.

- Bekir, hurry up with

the breakfast. - OK.

Good morning, Yusuf.

How are you?

Fine, thanks.

We're going out for a while.

I'd come, but I'm tired. Please

keep an eye on ilem, will you?

- This maniac can't be trusted.

- Sure. Don't worry.

This gun doesn't work!

Here, you try. Go on.

No. I don't know anything about guns.

You don't have to.

Just pull the trigger, that's all.

- No. I can't.

- Why not?

You did murder?

They don't stick you in jail for

10 years for no good reason.

Who did you kill?

My best friend.

The day we finished military service.

Out of jealousy?

My sister was married.

They ran away together that day.

I found them that night.

Your sister?

I shot her as well.

The bullet hit her in the mouth,

blew her tongue to pieces.

Then she moved here

with her husband.

Why is the girl deaf and dumb?

She was born like that.

Actually, when Ugur was pregnant,

the father beated Ugur badly.

- Where's her father?

- In Sinop.

The guy in jail?

The other day I saw

Ugur going to the prison.

Her lover.

Is that why you're here in town?

- And you?

- A long story. Complicated.

I grew up in the same neighbourhood

as this whore. Mevlanakapi.

Her father was a policeman.

Alcoholic. A sick man, died young.

She was left with her mother.

In poverty. A miserable life.

We were doing OK for money.

My Dad did something or other.

Then there was Zagor. The

tenant's son from our old house.

His father worked in film.

He was a pickpocket, a thief,

but a likable, good-looking kid.

Ugur went and fell in love with him.

I was a well brought up kid.

I was at school at the time.

That's how we grew up.

What the hell. I always looked

forward to doing military service.

Eventually the time came.

I was drafted.

Everyone back home

seems to wait for it.

When I got back,

they wouldn't leave me alone.

They fixed a house, found a girl

and all that. We got married.

Dad gave me two taxis and a store.

I sold furniture in the store.

One day this b*tch showed up.

I'll never forget. The moment

I saw her, I felt this pang.

She was wearing a printed skirt.

Knee-length and no stockings.

A blouse that showed everything.

Fancy Hair.

You can imagine, she was a gem.

She asked a bunch of prices,

started kidding around.

She got to me that day.

I couldn't stop thinking about her.

The next day I asked about her.

It turns out there was no one around

who hadn't f***ed her.

But she was crazy about Zagor.

And he was behind bars just then.

One day she passed my store

all fancily dressed.

I started following her.

She went into this shop, that shop,

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