Once Upon a Time in Anatolia Page #2

OK, first thing tomorrow I'll...

OK, I'll take care of it.

I didn't forget

for goodness sake. OK.

How's the boy?

Hello?

Hey, doctor.

My boy's out of pills. I...

I meant to stop by yesterday

for a prescription, but forgot again.

The wife keeps asking, of course.

- Can we sort it out in the morning?

- Sure, no problem.

Thanks. Let me get the thing

or it won't be...

What's going on now?

Why's he stopped?

What's up?

I always get lost on this road.

Why don't you go first, chief?

You know none of the roads and still

you get to drive for the courthouse!

What's holding them up?

How many times is that now?

Three or four?

I've been counting, sir.

It's five including this time.

Doctor, that's prostate, right?

The prosecutor's thing?

It depends. Maybe, maybe not.

Five times and it still depends?

Well, without an examination...

I get up once a night.

Twice if I've drunk a lot of water.

That's normal, isn't it?

Right, once a night is fine.

Quite normal.

But after a certain age

it's worth getting checked.

You're coming in the morning, right?

I can examine you then.

No, God forbid!

- Why?

- I know how it's done.

Oh, right.

There's nothing wrong with me.

But check the prosecutor, I'd say.

He's coming.

Is it above the road or below?

Let's hear that first.

Huh?

You came this way.

- Down there...

- You're saying it's down there?

What about the tree?

Where's the round tree?

The tree there, you can see the top.

Can we look there?

- That tree down there?

- Yes.

Headlights, sergeant!

Headlights down below!

Mehmet, point the lights down below.

- Diggers, over here!

- Mr. Naci!

- Shall we bring Suspect Two this time?

- No, not necessary.

- What's your name?

- Hayrettin, chief.

- Fahrettin?

- Hayrettin, chief.

Why did you both bring shovels?

Huh? Fahrettin?

Hayrettin, chief.

I'm asking you something

and you correct me, son of a b*tch.

If you can't dig up the ground here,

I'll use you as a pickaxe.

Got that, Fahrettin?

Captain, switch to full-beam!

Is that full-beam?

- Come down a bit.

- Is that full-beam?

Switch to full-beam!

Point them at the trees!

What's going on?

Where are they?

- Down there, looking around.

- Is this the place?

No idea, doctor.

First the guy talks about fields,

now he says it's the hillside.

I don't get it.

Hey, Arab.

There's a bunch of sculptures

over there.

Sculptures?

Oh right, yes.

There's a lot around here.

They're paying you overtime,

right, doctor?

I don't know. I expect so.

They will.

They should.

The money's good

when it's a corpse.

Look at Tevfik.

He never misses a chance.

All that overtime and suddenly

there's a second storey on his house.

It's raining like crazy

over in Igdebeli, doctor.

It'll be here before you know it.

I come here a lot, doctor.

You see, I love it here.

I jump in the car.

I fill up my pockets with bullets,

40 or 50, come here and fire away.

If there's no game around,

then straight into the air.

How can I say?

It's a way of letting off steam.

So you have a gun, huh?

Who doesn't round here, doctor?

You can't do without a gun.

There's good people and bad.

You can never tell.

If it comes to it,

you have to be ruthless.

And shoot them

right between the eyes.

That's how it is

around here, doctor.

You're kind of forced to

take matters into your own hands.

If you can't manage yourself,

they'll handle it just like that.

You won't know how it happened.

That's how it is. Behind the wheel,

by the window, and for free as well.

They won't fall for it.

They won't be fooled.

They're tricky crooks. What's worse,

they make out you owe them.

I know, I'm telling you.

You have to stay in the circle,

and keep an eye on the center.

How about the hoop?

Would that do? Sure, that's OK too.

But in the right place

at the right time.

The thing is... If it comes to it,

you also have to be able to give up.

We none of us live forever,

do we, doctor?

The Prophet Solomon.

He lived to 750.

Gold, jewels...

Well, he died in the end too.

Right, doctor?

It's raining on Igdebeli.

Let it.

It's been raining for centuries.

What difference does it make?

But not even 100 years from now, Arab...

...neither you, me,

the prosecutor or the police chief...

Well, as the poet said...

Still the years will pass...

And not a trace will remain of me...

Darkness and cold

will enfold my weary soul...

Isn't that so, Arab?

Hey, steady on, doctor!

We're not done yet! And you've

buried us before we're even dead.

You shouldn't think like that.

I don't know. It's dragging on.

- It's the boredom getting to me.

- No.

Don't, you know...

Maybe you're bored to death now.

But one day, you may get a kick

out of the stuff going on here.

When you have a family...

...you'll have a story to tell.

Is that so bad?

You can say,

"Once upon a time in Anatolia... "

"... when I was working

out in the sticks... "

"... I remember this one night

which began like this. "

You can tell it like a fairytale.

- Isn't that right, doctor?

- Yes. Sure.

C'mon, Arab!

Get ready to move on.

OK, Mr. Prosecutor.

We're all sorted.

The place is definite now.

Not here, but at the next bend.

Soon as we get there...

We're done, guys.

Everyone in the cars. At the double!

- Lead the way, Mr. Prosecutor.

- Let's go.

- Get in! Leg out of the way!

- C'mon, Arab!

Sergeant, I'll give you a shout

if we need Suspect Two. OK?

Right, OK.

Back out! Out!

I do a cross-examination

and look what the guy says!

"Shall I bring you Suspect Two?"

He's carving a role for himself there.

- Arab, are you in love or something?

- No, boss. But...

The car won't move.

It won't move.

Shall I tell you something?

Look, that junior officer...

Arab, put your foot down.

- Arab, you're sticking it in third!

- What shall we do? Push?

C'mon, out.

Shall we push, Mr. Naci?

- Leave it to us.

- Izzet. Don't stand there. Push!

- Chief, he's in third gear.

- Bravo!

- You start in second, idiot!

- I'm here.

Captain... Over here.

God! C'mon, speed up!

Hold it!

- OK, move!

- Hey, boss...

You never get good LPG on the way out

of Kirikkale. Never! I have my place.

I don't want to say this,

you know, but...

It's always Tevfik. Rely on him

for anything and sure enough...

What model's this car?

Arab, we're on the right road,

right?

Inshallah, boss. As the song goes,

we're riding on a sign bound for hell.

We do whatever sir in the back says.

And he asks me what's going on.

For God's sake. How do I know?

But well, if the old bridge

can't be anywhere except Girmaakil.

Huh?

- Actually, on the way to the dam...

- Look, don't give me dams now!

- The dam's miles away!

- There's an old bridge there too.

But obviously, boss,

that's in the wrong direction.

Hey! Did you see

anything like a dam?

Is he asleep? Wake him up!

- Wake up, you!

- Didn't I tell you to keep him awake?

- I didn't realize.

- You never goddamn listen!

Was there a dam?

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