Masumiyet Page #4

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new. Ignore it.

Sometimes he drives me crazy, too.

- You want some?

- No, thanks.

I think I have a crick in my neck.

Do you mind massaging it a bit?

This bit feels like rock.

Huh, yes... Right there.

Are you upset by what happened?

It's normal. Bekir drank too much.

Do you like Bekir a lot?

He's a good person.

He's been like a brother to me.

Yes, the dog. If something

gets to him, forget it...

You should see him in the morning.

It'll be like nothing happened.

He'll be all loving.

- Still, watch out if he's been drinking.

- I will.

Do... Not that you'd be in trouble.

The fool couldn't even kill a chicken.

But he can really wind himself up.

That's when I get scared.

I'm not exactly sane.

I wind him up out of spite.

I should just shut up. After 20 years

I'm still not used to it.

Were you married or anything

when you went inside?

No.

- You had a fiancee, a girlfriend?

- No.

Better that way. It'd only

have made things harder.

Thanks. That feels a lot better.

Actually, it would be great if you did

my back, too. But it's late.

I'm exhausted. I have

to be up early tomorrow.

- It's time I was off. - Thanks.

You helped a lot. Good night.

Good night.

- Come and get me for breakfast.

- Sure.

F***! Memet, hurry up!

They're laying into the kid again!

Hello? Hello? F***!

Hello, Gven? Hello?

F***!

Sit down. I'm late anyway.

- Mehmet, we're leaving.

- Have a good evening, Mrs. Ugur.

Yusuf, you tuck ilem in.

I'll try not to be too late back.

Your brother-in-law

was here earlier.

He was worried.

Asked you to drop by.

There's a great film on soon.

With Trkan Soray.

- Come and watch it.

- Thanks, I'm not in the mood.

I'm here if you get fed up.

I've made tea as well.

Sister...

Give me 100 lira please.

Get lost!

Yusuf, I'm ready...

- Yusuf? What's the matter?

- Nothing.

We should hurry. We're late.

What did I do?

Come on! Move!

Sit there.

Move it!

- Get in! Shut up!

- Leave me alone!

- What are you doing here?

- Working.

- What do you do for a living?

- You know what I do!

- What do you do?

- I'm a singer.

- The papers?

- No.

Do you take drugs?

- Why are you here in this town?

- I told you, I'm working.

Out of all towns in Turkey.

Why this one?

- Who's the guy in prison?

- My husband.

- They'll give us a hard time.

- Let them.

It's you they're after.

- No, it's not. It's routine stuff.

- What do they want then?

They're just bored.

How come you're so sure of yourself?

You can't care less about anything.

Get on with your soup.

Stop giving me a hard time.

I'm thinking about the girl.

What's going to become of her?

What's it to you?

Mind your own business.

Don't say that.

I'm only thinking of you.

Shut up. You're

beginning to act like Bekir.

- I told you not to interfere.

I said I'd handle it. - How?

- So you handled things till

now, huh? - There was Bekir then.

F*** your Bekir! I didn't

hire you as a bodyguard.

I told you everything from the start.

You either respect that or...

Are you sick?

- I said, are you sick?

- No.

- You have a problem?

- No.

- So why are you in this state?

- There's nothing wrong.

Well, fine then.

Ugur!

Let's get out of this place!

- Where would we go? - I'm afraid

something will happen to you.

Where would we go?

Anywhere. Adana, Istanbul...

I'll try and get work.

Look, they've closed the club.

There's no future here.

This can't go on. Pack up

and leave tomorrow.

I can't.

Why not?

Because of you.

- What do you mean? - I've fallen

in love. Can't you see that?

With whom?

Who else?

Who else is there but you?

- Don't! - Forget it!

Don't f*** me around!

- What do you want from me?

- What could I want from you?

- Stop ass-licking! What

do you want? - Look...

You want to f*** me?

Come on then, you dog!

Come on!

You want me to take my knickers off?

Would I disappoint you

after all you've done?

Everyone's had a taste,

so why not you? Come on!

Enough! Stop it!

What do you mean enough?

We haven't even started yet!

You should say so from the start.

Why put yourself to all the trouble?

Being Mr Tough Guy,

acting jealous...

looking like you

were jerking off...

You think I didn't notice?

What about all those?

- I loved you. What's wrong with

that? - What do you mean 'love'?

Stop the movie-acting, bastard!

Don't speak like that.

What can I do? Is it a crime?

Of course it's a goddamn crime!

Why did Bekir do himself in?

Why have I been on the f***ing road,

staying in shitty hotel for 20 years?

Why do I let get laid by bastards

who can't even f*** their own wives?

What kind of sh*t

is that kid going through?

- I want it to all to end.

- What?

How come you're so sure of yourself?

They're f***ing guys

there, you know?

Guys lining up for a cheap f***.

You think I'm the only whore?

- You're doing this to yourself a bit.

- F*** you! It's called punishment.

Who do judges sentence to death?

Have you ever thought?

Who gets tortured? Who gets to be a

whore? Who gets starved to death?

Who blows their brains out

just like that?

The trash that waits

to be sacrificed like sheep?

Or the pimps who sell out

for an easy life? Who?

It's been 20 years.

There's nowhere left to go.

Nothing left to say.

You either let things carry on

or get out of here tomorrow.

And don't say a word.

You're really leaving, huh?

If you ever come back this way,

don't forget we're here.

- I wanted to see Mrs. Ugur.

- Who shall I say is here?

- She's expecting me anyway.

- Have a seat. I'll let her know.

Ankara! Ankara!

Mrs. Ugur asked if you'd see her.

Come down later if you want.

There's a good film. And tea.

You want a drag?

I'm going to Aydin tomorrow.

There's a guy I know from ages ago.

He's opened a new place. He

said to go and talk about a job.

I'll go. If it works out,

it'll mean some sort of living.

Besides, I'm getting fed up here.

It's not far. Maybe we

can move there.

What do you think?

You know best.

If it's good for you...

Was I too hard on you?

Huh?

I didn't mean to upset you,

just to warn you.

I like the things you told me.

I thought you were being sincere.

I never showed it, but it

was the same with Bekir, too.

I secretly loved it when

he got crazy and jealous.

What disgusting creatures

human beings are.

You don't look too well. Go to bed.

I'll put ilem to bed.

- I write screenplays.

- Screenplays? My God! Forgive me.

- Memet, what's the time?

- 11.30.

Lie down. Relax.

How are your feet?

Fine, thanks. The onion

did wonders.

It would. Remind me to change it.

Let's soak it in salt water, too.

That'll stop the blistering.

Sure.

How's ilem?

Fine. She's watching TV downstairs.

What did the police ask you?

- About Ugur.

- They didn't ask anything else?

No. They didn't say

why they're after her either.

What did she do

to get them so fired up?

Ugur's husband escaped from prison.

Ugur didn't want me to tell you.

She left you some

money. I have it.

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