Sis ve Gece Page #3

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...anonymous threat letters...

Then he comes in like the

nice boy of the neighbourhood and...

...tells you to sell everything

and go back to Greece...

So this Greek friend of ours sells

his stuff pretty cheap to Seref...

...and he goes, here's

your lovely new building...

Sedat! What happened,

is everything ok?

How long have you

been working for the KYP?

For who brother?

Don't you know about the

Greek Intelligence Service?

What? No brother I'm

Turkish to the bone!

-Would I ever work for the Greeks?

-I heard they paid you well.

It's a lie! Look! I swear

on my grave that it's a lie!

They said that you bother

Greeks so they work for them...

I'm being framed!

Would I ever do that?

You're right. He's

not going to confess.

Did you say goodbye

to your mama Seref?

Look! You're making a huge mistake.

I don't work for the Greeks man!

-Look, still he denies it.

-I'll do whatever you want.

I'll be your snitch for life.

You go be a rat for the

Greeks... You Greek seed.

Man, why don't you believe me.

I'm not working for the Greeks!

What did you want with that poor girl?

That bastard Neco thing was a set up.

But I don't have anything

to do with the Greeks!

-You were wrong to pity him.

-I don't know.

He suddenly grew

old during the interrogation.

I somehow even felt close

to him. I looked at him.

...and here we are two stupid boys in

love and she's nowhere to be found.

But Fahri's

organization tried to kill you.

Do you think the organization would

be involved in a personal matter?

You must find that street vendor.

I will...

Are you okay?..

I'm going downstairs to the

canteen,would you like anything?

-Would you like something?

-No thank you.

God spared you my friend,

I'm glad you're fine.

-Any developments?

-Fahri is dead.

The gun is a Kirikkale.

It was his father's.

What about the street vendor?

Last night we shot someone in

Balmumcu. Mustafa was there too.

Yeah... zer Yilki.

You remember the night

they shot at us in skdar...

...it was the same gun

we found on the boy.

Mr.Ismet, these things

has been a problem for all of us.

You know, they asked

for my written report.

Are they going to

finish us off this time?

-Nothing's gonna happen.

-Of course but...

My girl is going to

a private high school...

...the little one has started elementary

school. I have the mortgage on the house..

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Are they going to fire me or what?

-zer Yilki.

-This is not the street vendor.

-It's not?

-Thanks.

Turn the heat up,

I'm freezing...

The radiator is still not working.

To your house right?

No, we're going to Mine's house.

-The missing girl's house!

-Yes, the missing girl's house.

-But Mr.Ismet told me to take you home.

-Never mind what he said.

What's going on Mr. Sedat, first

Mine disappears, and now Fahri is dead?

Yeah I know...

He used to visit Mine a lot lately...

He had a record, released

from prison with a pardon.

Do you think Fahri might

have done something to Mine?

Maybe.

Where did Mine find this guy?

From school I guess...

-I'll be on my way now.

-Wait!

I insist you have some

sherry before you go.

I have a little cold and I'm taking

some antibiotics so I'd rather not drink.

Come on! A little

sherry is not alcohol.

Mr. Koo used to drink

one every night as medicine.

-Another time perhaps...

-As you wish.

Excuse me. Please

don't. I know the way.

-It's okay, I'll walk you out.

-Maria good night...

-Good night Madam.

-Good night dear Mr. Sedat.

Mine!

-Who is this Mine?!

-Uncle!

-What are you doing here?

-I was waiting for you.

-Why?

-Who is running the operation?

What operation?

Sedat! You will tell me everything!

I want to know

what the hell is going on.

Okay then I'll tell you

the truth. You know why?

Yes, I'm having an

affair with this girl.

Because first you took care of Yildirim.

And it's not just a simple fling...

I'm crazy in love. My career always

came before my family even my kids.

Then you cast me aside. Made

me a watchdog in police operations.

Then I met Mine and she

filled the void inside of me.

Ok uncle, please calm down...

Please sit, please...

OK. I'm fine.

You start talking. Who is this Mine?

What is your relationship with her?

She is our neighbour from the building.

We used to run into each

other from time to time.

Look son, my father;

your grandfather...

...was one of the best intelligence

agents the country has ever seen.

I have as much respect for

my grandfather as you have.

But you have been cleverly set up.

-Set up how!

-Stop playing games Sedat.

Come to your senses.

The games that are played in

our country have not ended.

They want to divide us,

make our government weak.

They want to render every organization

that stands in their way ineffective.

And their first target is our secret

service. They have their people among us.

You're exaggerating uncle...

Look, there are two possibilities here...

...either the terrorist

organization did this...

...or Fahri thought Mine

was a snitch and he did it.

I read his file. He

was against terrorism.

-Maybe he was jealous.

-Why would Fahri be jealous of you?

What is it between you

and this girl? Is it love?

Maybe he thought so.

Sedat son, you have

been blinded by love.

Fahri is dead, you

could have been too.

And the reason for

it all, the girl, is missing.

She left you to face each

other and disappeared.

I'll tell you, you two

boys were pawns.

The real target was

the secret service.

-Hi.

-Welcome.

I was worried,

where were you?

I was with my uncle and

the conversation ran a bit.

-Is your arm okay?

-Yeah fine.

-Daddy's here!

-Sweetheart. How are you?

-I'm fine.

-Where's your sister?

-She's inside studying.

-Come on, let's go...

-I cooked some okra, you'll eat it right?

-Yes I'll eat it.

-Don't you have a kiss for daddy?

-Hi dad. I was studying.

-Did you girls eat your dinner?

-A long time ago.

-Why didn't you come dad?

-Dad is busy Gke.

Come on, continue

with your homework.

Mrs. Sevim is here...

She wants to see you.

She drops by everyday now.

The poor woman is devastated.

Any news for her?

No.

-Didn't like it?

-Yes, it's fine thank you.

Please eat. How else are you

going to pull yourself together?

I don't feel like it.

Maybe you should go

easy on the smoking.

Did Mrs. Sevim say anything?

Her ex husband

came in from Germany.

He, too would like to see you.

He left his phone number

at the hotel he is staying.

-Would you like me to make some coffee?

-Okay.

The things that Ismet

said, might be true?

No, Mine can't be a spy.

My uncle's paranoid, that's all...

Could Ismet be playing you?

No he'd never do that.

He always protects me.

He makes different

logical connections...

Every organization wants

to infiltrate the other.

If I hadn't known Mine

maybe I would think like my uncle.

- But, no, it's not possible...

-Mustafa... What about him?

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