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between the two of them, but, maybe even...

He wanted to celebrate my

being chosen beauty queen.

He did it in his very own way.

It was fantastic, just fantastic.

All of high society had its

eyes on him. It was love.

I understood that. He said that

experiencing love elevated a person.

He set the sea on fire for me. But my father

never liked him as far back as I can remember.

He could never understand his practicing

medicine in those poor Anatolian villages

like a missionary. Later on

he and I used to meet secretly.

Then one day I really felt desire for him.

We were at home... with no one around.

He kissed me on the cheek.

I'll be back wait here, he said.

And I waited him in bed. That

was it. I never saw him again.

Who knows, maybe he's dead.

Beshir, Beshir Sedat, maybe he's dead.

Beshir Sedat, maybe he's dead...

Beshir... Beshir...

We're up our knees in this

swamp of life, he said.

But only up to our knees.

Too bad it's not all the way.

If he were here now that's

probably what he'd say.

He was like a spoiled

child when I first saw him.

He was like a spoiled kid who chooses

an exotic country for vacation.

They'll take your children

from you right from your womb.

They'll take them.

Killers, blood, blood...

- Not many people liked your father.

- You should've heard my mother:

- Everyone is saying pretty much the

same thing. - Does all this get you upset?

- No, I don't know a thing.

- Right, we're really just getting started.

I can feel this trip with you will be great.

How about spending the night with me?

- Or are you too shy?

- Stop the car, please. I want to get out.

Hello. Speaking.

What sort of information?

Health? Medicine?

Hello, okay, I'm writing

it down. Who are you?

Okay, okay, I'll bring it.

How much? What?

- Step on it Come on, step on it.

Did you bring the money? - Yes.

Give it to me. Hey, you don't look

at all like him. Come on hurry up.

You're right being scared.

I was also really scared that day.

It was my first day on the job as a

reporter. The Ministry of Health or

Somebody sent me over there.

Ridiculous speeches, you know. All lies.

The speeches were over, and just when

the minister was coming down the stairs,

Something were strange happened. A lot

of screaming, pandemonium. Your father

had the minister pinned to the ground and

was punching him. Everything happened so fast.

And so the Minister of health was getting

beaten up in front of everyone in broad daylight.

Nobody knew what was behind all

of this. You know what it was?

You dear patriotic father just

couldn't stand the kind minister

because he was on the take for some

business with counterfeit pharmaceuticals.

On top that, the minister was

his old friend. Did you know that?

Actually he was an awful person.

- Who?

- Your father.

- Get out of here! - What's going on?

- Get out of here, get out.

- He, stop it, stop it. Stop it, what's

going on? - Get out of here, you bastard.

Hey, leave me alone. Leave me alone you

filthy bastards. You're just like your father.

- I've got to talk to you.

- What's up? - Come over here please?

It won't take alone.

You've left me all alone today.

- You deserved it.

- Did I really hurt you that badly?

No, Yo can say whatever you think,

but I don't like you being so insistent.

I just needed to be

with you at the moment.

- But that's no way to do it.

- I'm sorry.

Gee, this has really

gone to my head. Try some.

- I'm so happy I've met you.

- Hmm.

He was the oldest one of us.

Like a father to us.

You know, the doctor was an incredible

mathematical genius. He worked out the details

of the hold-up all by himself. -How's that,

did he also take part in the robbery?

What do you mean did he take part!

We were little nothings next to him.

He went like a storm. We just

tried to imitate what he was doing.

He even know where the

money was going to be spent.

He had this idea of setting up

dispensaries in some poor neighborhoods.

Years later we all split up. But he remained

completely faithful to his principles,

- to his beliefs.

- You seen angry at him.

No that's bot it. We

thought we had changed.

I became the owner of this place, but it was

all really a matter of keeping up the pace.

- Well we kept up, more than kept up.

- What about him?

So what did my father do? Tell me more.

"Tell me fine friend, where's our other

meeting spot?" He taught this song.

Anyway, forget it, this is it.

"Tell me fine friend,

where's our other meeting spot?

Our old spot by the side

of the stream our old spot"

Listen that old guy, well,

you never know about him.

He'd never stay put, you can be sure of

that. He hasn't died. No, I don't believe it.

- How's that? He's not dead? What do you

mean he hasn't died? - He won't die.

I don't believe it. For sure he's viewing us

from some place. Listen, I'm not kidding,

call me whenever you want. Come over

and let's talk whenever you want Okay?

So, go now. God be with you.

Play a walking tune.

- So, did he have a gun with him?

- I suppose so. How else could he rob a bank?

I don't think he would lie.

Come on, he knows everything.

He didn't kill anybody, did he?

I just don't understand things like this.

Yeah, but he gave the money to some

poor kids... That's really something.

- Were you expecting someone?

- No.

Hey stop. What do you think you're doing?

Where are you going?

You've got the wrong

number, the wrong room.

- Who are they?

- How am I supposed to know.

- Or did you invite there Russian

call girls? - Don't be ridiculous.

- Mr. Ragip, Mr. Ragip.

- She just said my name.

I thought it was the wrong room.

Somebody sent them I guess.

Can't you ever be serious?

What kind of scientist are you?

- You just love to abuse yourself. - I guess it

wasn't such a good idea to have come here. Hello.

"Tell me fine friend where is our other

meeting spot." Did you like my girls?

Okay, okay, forget them and listen to me.

The police just raided this place last night.

I've got somebody. Someone who knows

your father very well. He's willing to talk.

You have a pencil?

All those stories about juntas are a thing

of the past now. Don't give it a thought.

Years ago I was the watchman at the mansion

where Trotsky was staying on Princess Island.

Your father used to row over once a

week and try pull up at waterfront.

You know why he wanted to get close to the

mansion, my son? To see Trotsky on the balcony.

At first I thought he was a cop, but then I

saw that he would even have been happy

to steal a glance at Trotsky's shadow. Then

got to know him and we became friends.

It was just last year we

were together drinking raki.

Last year? Last year? Isn't he dead?

But he's in his grave...

They wrote that he died ten years ago.

No, no. During the past ten years I've

had raki with him at least ten times.

So you've seen him. You're sure?

- You're sure he's my father?

- For God's sake, my son...

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