Recep Ivedik Page #7

You say something and

he makes funny moves.

The IV suits you very nicely.

Who's that?

Isn't that Sibel?

Yes, that's her.

- Hold this.

- What am I supposed to do with it?

- But no...

- Just keep on.

Hello there.

Hi.

What's wrong?

Nothing, Recep.

Forget it.

Did something happen

to your mum?

Did she reject therapy? Is she

in intensive care? What?

Mum is fine...

but I'm not.

- What's wrong?

- Forget it.

- Shall I tell you a story?

- Yes.

There is this clown who makes

all the crying people laugh.

Someday a crybaby

goes to the doctor.

The doctor says

"Go find that clown. "

And the guy says

"That's me. "

What's that

got to do with anything?

I didn't get that either. I don't

like those crappy clowns.

There was this movie: "It. "

All kind of strange things.

Recep, I'm engaged.

- Engaged?

- Yes.

So you're going to get wed?

- You know how families...

- It's alright, Sibel.

- It's my mom's...

- Hush, Sibel.

Sibel, don't talk, please.

But...

- But Recep...

- Shaddup!

What happened Brother Recep?

- They're tormenting me.

- Who?

People.

They talk crap,

get on my nerves.

Then they annoy me.

Nothing's working out for me.

Did I put a spell on someone

and it affects me now?

Everything's will be alright.

It won't. My whole life is such

a knot...

...that it won't be alright.

If we sit more like this, our

testisterones will catch cold.

Then we won't have any kids.

I'm leaving now, pal.

Got to hit the road.

Take care of yourself.

Don't let that ass of a manager

oppress you. OK?

- OK, bro.

- Recep Ivedik got your back.

Allright, bro. I wish

you didn't leave that soon.

It will be very

dull without you.

I'm aware of that

but have to go.

This place bears no meaning

for me any longer.

- I have a last request from you.

- Sure.

Give these to Sibel.

Make sure she gets them.

Don't worry.

These are yours.

- Is everything here?

- It's all in there.

Food, shirt, slippers.

OK.

Let me give you a hug.

- Is that the manager's car?

- Yes, bro.

- Open the hood.

- Don't, in the last minute...

Open it. Don't get me

started with last minutes.

How could he leave

with my battery?

How could he leave

with my battery?

- But sir, I wasn't...

- Shut up! Don't answer back!

How can you be this careless,

indifferent and shameless?

Didn't I tell you to follow him?

You have no more leaves.

All leaves gone.

To hell with your battery!

You should've been more careful.

You're fired!

Bugger off! I quit!

- Did Mrs. Sibel leave?

- Just a few moments ago.

They're going to the airport.

Mrs. Sibel!

What happened?

Brother Recep asked me

to give you these.

Salih, are you facebook member?

No but if it's good

I can join.

Never mind. It's full with

morons anyway:

I'm thinking of leaving.

Up, up. Little bit to the left.

- Is it good so?

- Great. Perfect.

To the auto industry park, please.

Of course, babe.

Good so. Lower.

Lower I said.

What are you doing here?

Sir, I swear we're shooting

an art movie.

- Art movie, my ass.

- This is a cult movie.

I have two weaknesses.

One is alcohol.

The other, women. Two.

I didn't get you. There's

no woman in your life.

- How could that be a weakness?

- Because there's none.

Since there is none

I'm weak towards women.

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