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the plate number, I'll try their cell.

This is the tipping point.

Mr. Hayri, your license please.

I feel the poison.

There's only one option.

Zafer! Come on!

I don't want to, but I must.

- Come on!

- Damn if, they're not answering!

Kill or be killed.

Don't kill him!

This time...

...I won't...

...be beaten!

- Will he live?

- Yes. With a limp.

And the car?

We need a distraction.

You can't be serious.

Dispatch, 412 is at the location.

We're near the suspected vehicle but...

Stop! Stop! Don't go there!

Stop! It's going to explode!

Don't go there!

Don't go there!

It's going to explode! Stop!

Sh*t! Floor it! Go!

Kadir. Where are we headed?

Kadir, who is Haci Emmi?

What is Haci Emmi?

Is it a restaurant? A kebab place?

A record store?

Where are we going, to Unkapani?

Haci Emmi...

I feel the poison. God damn it!

Kadir, who is Haci Emmi?

He's the cranky old man

my dad sent me to 40 years ago.

The only man I trust.

Haci Emmi.

It's time to take your medicine.

I'm busy, go away.

You didn't take them on time

yesterday either. Please.

Hacer, I'm from the old world.

Back when your father swam

in your grandfather's balls...

...I was hanging out with made men!

Get out of here before I smack you!

Go!

Go and open the door.

Go and open the door. Go.

God's curse on me.

Who is it?

Kadir?

You hooligan, come here!

- Who are these?

- Civan's daughter, and a cop.

What have you gotten into?

Never mind the cop, what are you

doing with Civan's daughter?

- Emmi...

- Civan has no mercy, no remorse.

Emmi...

Look, I can still shoot a gun.

I've just fixed Cemile.

I'll go into the night

if you're in trouble. Are you?

- Is my "down!" ready?

- Yes. Fiona is in the back room.

Go on, get her.

Hold on, Kadir, let me take this off.

Go get her. Fiona is quiet.

The poison is killing us.

We're down to our last 1.5 hours.

I feel even! Heartbeat.

I don't have the luxury of

dragging this out.

This night is my last.

But memories still haunt me.

Painful, bittersweet memories...

Faces I've not seen in years,

my family from another life...

This is his father Mehmet.

He left his village

and conquered all Istanbul.

I raised that lion back there!

I protected him for 10 years

in Germany.

You know what he said

when he first saw me?

Of course,

I was young and handsome back then.

He looked at me and got mad.

"You look neither like a hadji

nor like an uncle."

Oh, dear God...

- Girl, why is he wheezing?

- I was running... I'm okay.

Hacer, come here.

Yes, Kadir.

Whatever he wants, however

he wants... Move to a nice place.

- Take good care of Emmi.

- Thank you, Kadir. Don't you worry.

- Give me your blessing, Emmi.

- You have my blessings, Kadir.

Don't watch the TV, watch me.

- Say it.

- Emmi, they will be here soon.

Say if, hooligan.

Cemile...

You've been here

for two weeks now.

You're going to learn it all.

- "My parents will come."

- Good job.

You need to learn

to get accustomed to this place.

Emmi, they're going to come.

Let's stop it.

Your father is antsy as well.

But I miss him, you know'?

- I'm your relative from Kozan.

- I know. You told me when I came here.

Uncle Cemal?

Uncle, where are my parents?

Kadir...

My dear Kadir...

The day

I put you on the plane...

...it started raining in the evening.

Your father was driving.

I couldn't tell you

without being by your side, Kadir.

I wished to die.

I asked God to take me, just like

He took your mom, your dad and Osman.

I'd rather die

than to have to tell you this.

God didn't kill me,

so may He be my witness:

You're my own flesh and blood, Kadir.

You're my son too.

It's hard to kill a man.

Looking into their eyes and

taking their lives right then...

Well, it's hard.

- Bapir, what if Demon comes here?

- Let him.

- What happened to Hayri...

- Are we the same as that pimp?

Of course not, sorry.

Dogs bark, lions keep quiet.

Hayri was a dog, we are lions.

We used to be hitmen once.

We used to raise hell, just like Kadir.

I've seen his father:

Mehmet Korkut.

Now, he was the real Demon.

He'd conquer rooms he walked in.

Even! Woman wanted to be his,

even! Man wanted to be him.

40 years ago...

Those were legendary times.

Bapir, the Demon...

Enough with the f***ing Demon!

Why fear death

when it's inevitable anyway?

- Boss, he's here.

- What?

He's out front, boss.

He's got Dilan with him.

Dilan?

- Use the girl as a shield.

- No.

Kadir...

Kid, there are worse things than dying.

- Like what? What could it be?

- Like having no honor.

Alright, Polat.

- Bapir, I can take him.

- Don't even think about it.

Pull that trigger, and

I'll burn your family in a mosque.

What do you want?

First, I want your men to

put down their weapons.

- And then what?

- Your life.

Our family also deals in gambling,

Demon.

I've seen bluffing faces

for 70 years.

You might be a good executioner,

but you're no gambler.

You're just like your late father,

aren't you?

You guys don't kill innocent people.

I underestimated Civan.

I never thought he'd gamble

with his own flesh and blood.

I was wrong.

Just like Cemal,

he's a boss first, a father second.

He would risk anything for power,

even his own daughter.

Kadir, what are you doing?

Now take him down.

This is it.

What about me, Civan?

Do you know me well?

Did you know my father?

- What are you doing?

- I'm playing my role.

I'm sorry.

Civan of Haymana! What's wrong?

Cat got your tongue?

Who the hell are you, scumbag?

Osman Kilic. Cemal the Dark's right arm.

More demonic than the Demon himself.

Easy.

Forget innocent people,

I wouldn't spare even an angel.

In my world, everyone is evil scum.

Even your daughter!

Put your weapons down on the ground!

Do it!

Put them down slowly.

That's more like if, Bapir.

When the girl walks,

they'll draw spare weapons.

- I know.

- Okay.

- Wait a minute. What?

- We can do it.

- Don't be crazy.

- This is the point of no return.

Kill or be killed.

Can you change the station?

The radio, damn it!

You aren't that old, Civan!

Change the station

and crank up the volume.

Are you crazy, kid?

I am crazy! I'm a drunk!

I have poison in my veins! Come on!

I might as well die

to some fast music.

When I give you the signal,

run to the right and don't stop.

And...

...if we make it through all this alive,

maybe we'll grab a coffee together.

Although, this father killing stuff

could get between us.

We're up against 15 people!

They're all heavily armed,

and look at what I have!

- You have a purpose.

- Which is?

- To be the bait.

- What?

We go out on my count.

One, two, three...

Kadir, you made me do stupid things

all night, but this one takes the cake.

I was wrong, Demon.

You're good at gambling too.

Kadir... My shoulder...

The bullet grazed you.

The men?

The ones who survived jumped,

and the dead ones I threw overboard.

They say alcohol is

the mother of all evil.

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