Mustang

It's like everything

changed in the blink of an eye.

One moment we were fine,

then everything turned to sh*t.

My little one...

I'm going to miss you all.

Look at me.

We'll write to each other.

You have my address,

don't you?

Then everything's fine.

Off you go.

We'll all miss you, Teacher Dllek.

-Good luck in Istanbul.

-Give your mother my best.

Have a good holiday, Miss.

You're all sad.

Come here.

Selma,

the sun's out, let's walk.

Lale!

Don't splash me!

Ready?

Stop it!

We win!

What?

-My turn again!

-No way.

I want another go.

No way!

You cheated.

No, we didn't.

It's not fair.

-You cheated!

-No, we never!

Give her another go.

Everyone gets just one go.

Take your turn!

Let me go!

Let me go!

I can't reach.

I was going to hip you.

Look, they've grown all of a sudden!

Show me your b*obs.

What are you doing in my garden!

Clear off!

We've one taken a few apples.

Get out of my garden!

-OO, we're going.

-Calm down.

Sonay,

as you're the eldest,

I'll start with you.

Grandma!

Sonay!

Grandma, open the door!

Grandma?

Sonay, are you OO?

Your turn now.

Selma!

Open the door!

Grandma, open up!

Grandma, open the door!

-Get out!

-What's this all about?

-Ece, come here.

-What did we do?

It was just a few apples.

Everyone's talking

about your obscene behaviour.

What?

Rubbing up against boys' necks.

What?

On the beach.

Rubbing your parts on boys' necks!

We were on their shoulders,

it was a game...

There's no such game!

Who toady you this?

-Ece, come here.

-Who told you?

Come here!

Mrs Petek called me

to tell me what you were up to.

How could she?

My granddaughters,

pleasuring themselves on boys' necks!

What?

You're depraved!

Come here!

Get out!

I can't watch you all day Ion.

You're disgusting!

Get back!

Grandma, stop it!

Nur, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

These chairs touched our arsehoIes!

That's disgusting!

Have you gone mad?

Come here!

Come back!

Mrs Petek!

Girls!

Mrs Petek's at the market.

Lale!

Mrs Petek!

Do your sh*t-coloured clothes

make you everyone's moray judge?

What are you doing?

-I did it for your own good.

-No!

Yes!

I'm sorry, Mrs Petek.

Please forgive them.

Straight home!

Now!

What am I going to do with you?

That's enough, Mum.

Enough!

You've been saying that for years.

''Give them their freedom,

they're just children.''

-It's true.

-What's true?

Their parents have been dead

a decade now.

-Be more understanding...

-About what?

They've grown up.

Can't you see?

You know what people are saying?

Don't listen to gossip.

Do you know what they do?

You think you're helping them?

How can you tic like this

to your own mother?

I'll show them!

Where are they?

Watch your Language.

Lay, Nur, out!

Out!

Calm down.

Which one is it?

-Calm down.

-Or is it all of you?

-Which one?

-Calm down.

Which one acts like a whore?

Or is it all of you?

Teasing the boys, eh?

Is it you?

Mum!

-They've done nothing wrong!

-How do you know?

-I know.

-How can you be so sure?

They're my granddaughters.

If they're sullied, it's your fault.

I'll prove it to you.

Claim down.

They've always done just what they want.

-How can you fix that?

-Do you think it's easy?

I lost my sons.

I understand.

But it was a Long time ago now.

Pull yourself together.

I've raised them

by myself for years.

I understand.

But Errol is right.

He has every reason to be angry.

It's come to this

because you didn't do your job right.

What are you Looking at?

Spit out that gum!

Ece, Sonay, Seaman, come with me.

Selma.

-What did they do?

-A virginity report.

What's that?

-Did you strip naked for the doctor?

-Yes.

He said I had nothing

he hadn't seen before.

It's true.

We're all made the same.

No. You've got one boob

bigger than the other!

We didn't need to go to the doctor's.

We told you.

If there was the slightest doubt,

you'd never be abide to get married.

After that, the doors to the house

were always locked.

Anything likely to pervert us

was banned.

What?

Which road?

All right.

The bastards!

Mum, will you take these iris in hand,

or do I have to?

Sonay, you're mine

Welcome!

-Jump...

-I'm going to fall!

You won't fall.

She's falling.

My baby's born!

Move your feet!

Your order is here.

Your toe dessert from foot word!

-I didn't order anything.

-It's your order!

There's been a mistake.

A mistake?

Put a vine Leaf on your pirate...

The house became a wife factory,

that we never came out of.

Watch...

If you overstuff them, they go soft,

which isn't good.

No one likes a soft dime.

Don't burst the peppers.

It has to be nice and round.

Watch carefully.

Yes, you're doing it well.

That's very good.

There's nothing you can't do.

Keep turning it.

You watched me do it, right?

There, that'll be perfecta round.

Well done.

Shall we show the others?

Straight towards you.

You'll all learn how to do this.

Careful with the knife.

Ece, it's your turn.

Well done, iris.

Spread it out evenly.

Come here.

Now it was our turn to wear

shapeliness, sh*t-coloured dresses.

A few basic principles about soup.

Made from a proper broth,

it has more taste.

You can adios improve the flavor

and nutritional value

with certain preparations.

In front of my house!

I'll Kelli him!

''Sonay, you're mine''?

Lale!

That's enough! Get out!

What are you doing here?

Once the milk

takes on this consistency,

add the sugar and the gum.

A measure of seep...

Pour it into these moulds,

put it in the fridge,

and once it's cooled

you'll have chewing-gum!

I'm going to faint!

Help, I'm stuck!

Hang on...

Watch it!

How are we going

to get the dress back?

Did it fey out?

What's that?

Chewing-gum.

Really? Where did you get it?

-We made it.

-How?

The best chewing-gum ever!

It's a bit sticky.

You know what?

We can improve these dresses.

That's better.

-Nice.

-Tear it a bit more.

All the way up.

Wear it Like that.

-Strike a pose!

-Like this?

Ouch, my ear!

Where did you go?

The beach.

What were you doing at the beach?

Mind your own business.

Go and put some cloths on!

It's only us here.

What if your uncles saw you?

They're out. Let me breathe!

Come here!

I'll Kelli you!

You think it's funny?

Nick my stuff again,

I'll rip your head off!

Take it off!

He lost the third tray

and he wants to appeal again.

What do you want?

To ask you a favor, Uncle.

Yes?

It's the Super League quarter finals

on Friday.

So?

Can I come to the match with you?

Do the others want to come too?

They don't like football.

You can't be among all those men.

I asked Grandma.

She didn't say no.

-What did she say?

-That it's up to you.

That it's up to me?

She knows I've followed

all the matches,

that I know all the teams

and the players.

It'll be my East season.

What does she say about the men

who invaded the pitch on Saturday?

And all the fighting?

It's out of the question.

Shame on him.

Shame on him!

Is that how a man behaves?

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