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poisoned, mind you...

...and kill two mob bosses,

the best-protected men in the city...

...despite dozens of bodyguards

and save your girl!

- Three.

- What?

Tonight is the last night

for all of them.

- Hello, Zafer?

- Where have you been, you little sh*t?

We've been waiting to hear from you.

We thought you got whacked.

We lost the signal, it's gone.

Maybe I turned the wrong way

and the cord got ripped or something.

Well, fix it immediately.

It's all quiet, but I have to stay put.

If anything comes up, I'll call you.

Keep your eyes peeled, Cem.

Please be careful! Hello? Cem?

Order something fatty.

Two servings of stuffed mussels...

...one mineral water

and French fries, if you have any.

What are we doing here?

Is this how you kill people?

By boring them to death?

I don't fear you, Kadir the Demon.

You're nothing but a heartless murderer

who deserves the chair.

- But to die here loitering...

- What's your name?

Cem.

Everything I tell you to do

has a purpose, Cem.

You'll eat

because it will slow the poison.

We are waiting

because we need to get ready.

- Why did you make me lie to HQ?

- Because they would only hinder us.

We'll start with Hayri the Polite.

He's the closest.

After he's taken out,

Civan will know.

That will be the point of no return.

Kill or be killed.

You realize

we'll never pull this off, right?

How's your acting?

What do you think?

6 feet tall, gorgeous.

A total knockout.

Almost too pretty to f***...

...but if you did,

you'd feel like a champ.

One day, I was having a meal

at the resort.

She came over and sat down

across the table.

She said:
"All your friends

have been hitting on me."

Aren't you interested?"

I said:
"Do I have to be?

What might we have to do

with each other?"

She was all over me.

She asked me

to take a picture of her.

I said:
"I'm no photographer."

I told her to take a hike.

She came back and asked me

why I wasn't hitting on her.

I said:
"I am not a hitman,

I don't hit on people."

She started thinking of

how to come back.

She said:
"Either you have a driver

or a boat at the marina."

if she actually knew...

So, then, I had to get back at her.

I looked at her and said:

"Where I come from,

there are many girls like you."

Nice one.

Then, Hayri came and took her.

Guys, good evening!

I was passing by

and couldn't help but overhear.

You were saying something.

I was by myself. I couldn't help but

listen to you. Sorry.

You were talking about

a real knockout.

And so, you had to send her to Hayri.

Why? The man has 800 prostitutes.

First, he must have pumped her

full of heroin, made her an addict...

...then threatened her relatives

and blackmailed her.

He'll probably force her

to work for 20 years.

What do you care? Who the hell are you?

Search him.

Bro, bro... Bro!

He's clean.

I'm just trying to empty the bottle.

Mind if I join you?

What are you, a f*ggot?

No. But I do have a f*ggot friend.

Don't you have one?

Shut the f*** up!

He doesn't speak much, my queer friend.

That grumpy bastard!

- But he's built like a beast.

- Enough! Get the f*** out of here!

Are you going to take my bottle

and throw me out?

I'm this close to shoving it

up your ass!

- Junkie! Don't make me whack you!

- But my friend...

- F*** your friend!

- He's here.

Oh, sh*t... Oh, sh*t...

Look, look here.

If you want to live, shut up.

Kadir, now what?

Kadir, please don't.

For God's sake, please don't.

A lot of men will die tonight.

The kid needs to get used to it.

In the comics he has read,

in the series he has watched...

...enemies are tied and knocked out.

But not tonight. Not me.

What the hell is going on at this hour?

Which one?

What do you mean "it opened itself'?"

Where is Erkan?

Get your guns and go check.

Oguz!

Yes, sir?

Keep your eyes open, son.

Don't let anyone in.

Yes, sir.

What the hell am I doing here, man?

Cemal...

Sh*t!

You sneaky bastard.

Kadir!

Kadir, come on!

Come on, Kadir. Come on.

These screaming fools,

dying on the ground, they're whores.

They sell their youth and their strength

to monsters.

They protect scum

and poison the streets.

Hayri's hands are shaking because

he's never had to do his own dirty work.

He never took someone's life

while looking into their eyes.

He beat poor girls,

stole them from their families...

...destroyed countless lives,

but never in person.

Mr. Korkut, sir, let me go.

He's inside.

My mom is from Adana also.

We're from the same hometown. Don't...

- Will you hurt the girls?

- I'm not you.

I only hurt the unruly ones, Kadir.

The other bosses called me "pimp"

behind my back for 30 years.

And why?

All my girls have

weekly blood tests, Kadir.

They take classes in

speaking, dancing, foreign languages.

For example, these two are

the best masseuses in Turkey.

Don't you think

I deserve some respect'?

Are you done?

I'm going to ask you

one thing, Kadir.

I underestimated Cemal.

You tell him that when you see him.

This car is wrecked.

What the hell are we going to do?

- We have four hours left.

- I know that.

We're not taking a cab, obviously.

- This is Hayri the Polite's mansion.

- So?

F*** me...

We really are going to die.

Say what you will

about the late Hayri...

...but you can't fault

his taste in cars and music.

"Ferit:
Go to Nisantasi"

Drive to Nisantasi.

- How did you meet the pianist?

- Do you always talk this much?

A seasoned, merciless hitman.

A veteran of

sweat and blood soaked nights.

He shows no pity.

He's an expert in what he does.

But he falls in love.

The feeling's alien to him.

He feels weakened. He stumbles.

I'm curious about just one thing:

How did you two first meet?

Come on, tell me.

We are in the same boat now.

- Is that what you think?

- Well, yeah, it is.

You and me.

We're bound to lose, Kadir.

For instance, I already lost the woman

I loved the most.

We made each other miserable.

On our last fight,

she got so angry with me...

...that she got out on the street

in Nisantasi...

...and threatened to report me

to a traffic cop.

Knowing that I'm a cop.

That's how much I made her hate me.

I laid dozens of girls,

but I couldn't forget her.

In my dreams,

I keep reliving those past memories.

I try to do things differently,

so that maybe,"...

...when I wake up one morning,

we'll be together again.

But it's no use.

Don't look at me like that.

I have things to confess before I die.

- You'll have to bear with me.

- What's her name?

Did something ever happen to you

that you couldn't forget?

Something that no matter what you do,

even! Day you're reminded of.

I met Elsa two years ago.

She yelled, and scolded me.

You? Kadir Korkut the Demon?

Keep driving.

Don't push your luck.

I told you he'd make it.

Welcome.

We were just having a chat.

I was telling Elsa about

how we were always like brothers.

But it's time I get going.

Elsa will stay here tonight.

I got her the Presidential Suite,

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