Panzehir Page #6

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You know what I say?

There's no love like a mother's love.

- Save your strength.

- Are you worried because I got shot?

Yeah, you are!

The Great Kadir Korkut

worried to see a rat die.

- You're not going to die.

- We're all going to die.

Maybe the poison will kill us two

in an hour and a half...

...but in the end,

we're all going to die.

But hey, at least we lived, Kadir.

We saw and we conquered.

How much have you lived?

25 years, tops.

Well, I lived.

I loved and lost.

If only she'd call me once...

If I saw just one call from her,

instead of Zafer's 50 missed calls...

...I'd get up on my feet

and get better that very second!

We don't have much time left.

The poison is really kicking in.

What was the girl's name?

Tell me where

you learned to fight like that...

...and I'll tell you her name.

Never mind then.

Fine.

None of us should say anything.

We'll find the answers

in our imagination.

Kadir Korkut, ex-special forces.

Kadir Korkut, street fighter trying to

survive on the streets of Germany.

Kadir Korkut,

the mysterious yacht captain.

I like that one.

At that moment, because he shed blood

with me, Cem becomes my brother.

- I brought you something to drink.

- I'm fine, thank you.

- You understand Turkish, right?

- Yes, but I speak poorly.

Look, you don't have to worry.

We're only keeping you here

for your own safety.

You get that, don't you?

I could break this door down.

In fact, I could even pull my gun and

start shooting, and no one would care.

Do you understand?

So just open the door.

I'm not working right now, man.

What are you looking at?

I told you, I'm not working. Piss off.

Are you always this kind

towards working people?

Hey! Stop!

Hey! Stop! Hey!

You do realize that he won't give us

the antidote, right?

He'll act like he will,

and then, he'll have us killed.

- I can take you to the police station.

- No way!

You're wounded.

I am, but we are in the same boat.

Listen to this, Kadir.

It's coming.

Well, that's it.

- Did you pick your name yourself?

- What? Oh, you mean "Osman"?

I thought it would fit a man

from Adana.

- Do you know anyone by that name?

- I do.

I did.

- Who was he?

- My little brother.

Finish your glass.

This is a celebration.

A farewell gift

in honor of your and Kadir's going away.

You know, the tenacity

love creates in someone is just amazing.

My father always taught us

that love was a vulnerability.

And he was right. Love is

the greatest vulnerability on earth.

It makes you worry.

You develop fears

that you never had before.

Love...

Lust, on the other hand...

That's different.

Lust is more carefree.

It drives you to do wrong.

You stop caring.

In the world of powerful men, Elsa,

we serve lust.

You want to know what's really sad?

Even if we resist lust, or despise it,

we are condemned to give in to it.

There's this moment when

our own body betrays us.

"I'm supposed to hate this",

the mind screams...

...but you enjoy it anyways.

That is a horrible but sweet moment.

We are all slaves to our lust, Elsa.

Whether we like it or not.

Because lust represents

the reality of mankind:

Instinct, satisfaction, death...

We're nothing but monkeys

with bloody hands, Elsa.

All of mankind.

Yes, father?

Alright.

Alright.

You know, I also love Kadir.

I always have.

That's why, after he dies...

...I'll make sure that what he has

becomes mine.

Just like he did to me

ever since we were little boys.

Get ready and come downstairs.

- Officer...

- Cut the crap, you piece of sh*t.

Istanbul has turned into

a pool of blood.

Hayri is dead,

Civan took off on his boat.

I've been looking for you for

four hours. This is all my fault!

I put a depressed drunk undercover

beside the Demon!

Zafer, just listen to me for a minute!

I'll listen to what, huh'? What?

I don't care about your excuses anymore.

- If you take us in, I'm going to die.

- You'll be perfectly safe with us.

It's not up to you, man!

Cemal poisoned us.

We have an hour left to live

unless we drink the antidote.

How will you face my mother?

What will you tell my folks?

"Cem had one last chance,

but I suspended him."

And I put Kadir Korkut in lockup.

"They died in the morning,

foaming at the mouth."

Not that the girl would care,

but what would you say if she calls?

That I called out her name while

I was dying, but she never called?

One hour, Zafer. That's all.

I'll get us proof and bring Kadir in,

I promise, please.

Do you have a piece on you, Demon?

I'm out of the game now.

Come on, buddy. Please.

These aren't the guys we're looking for.

Stand down.

What are you looking at?

What's with the long face?

This is not like burning tents.

Come on.

Are you alright?

I feel fantastic.

Kadir, let me tell you something.

I don't think you are a demon.

No way. You are top notch.

No, you are top notch

to say that.

Let's go save your lady.

Each breath I take burns my lungs.

My legs are slow,

my hands are weak.

I have the taste of blood in my mouth.

After you die, I'll make sure

your tale lives on, Kadir.

My only rival, sole equal.

You almost did the impossible.

Kadir! Why?

Equal circumstances.

Poor Kadir.

Kadir, what are you doing?

All your powers and senses

are under siege.

Poor, helpless Kadir.

All your bastions are conquered,

all your shipyards are intruded.

You're Fonda, I'm Bronson,

and this is the final scene.

Armies disbanded...

Maria! Do you ever wonder why

epic gunslingers wait on the draw'?

It's because

to draw immediately is a weakness.

What matters is

to draw later, and still win.

Kadir!

Kadir!

Sleep, Kadir.

Sleep in death's comfortable silence.

Excuse me. What are you doing?

I was here before you.

- Are you German?

- Yes.

- The first cab is mine.

- I doubt it.

Who do you think you are? I heard

your footsteps, you cut in front of me.

I'm not denying that. I'm going to

take your cab, I'm in a hurry.

Everybody's time is valuable.

I've been standing here for 20 minutes.

I don't know

why you're in a hum! But...

- You wouldn't want to know.

- No, please, do tell me.

- There is violence involved.

- I don't care.

You might as well be the devil himself,

but you will wait your turn.

You're in a foreign country,

you're blind...

...and possibly the most dangerous

man in the city is standing next to you.

Oh, I'm sorry,

was I supposed to be afraid?

Was the poor blind girl

supposed to cave in?

- What are you doing?

- Let's share the cab.

- What?

- I thought you weren't afraid.

Why would I hold your arm?

You're neither my grandpa nor my date.

I was born in Karaisali.

Men from there are gentlemen.

Apparently not!

- It's not raining.

- Wait for if, it will soon.

Do you still have

one last fight in you, Kadir?

One last act of defiance?

Disappointment.

Shoot, you son of a b*tch.

Shoot, shoot.

I've never liked guns.

They're too unrefined.

Just like p*ssy-whipped men

who draw on the wounded.

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