Umut

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HOPE:

Check this lottery ticket.

Nothing.

- Nothing at all?

- Nothing.

Give me a paper with the lottery numbers.

Cabbar is much changed nowadays.

Gentlemen, second cart is leaving now.

- Need a cart?

- No.

- How much to Priest's Garden?

- 3 lira.

- That's too much.

- So What would you pay?

- 75 kurus.

- That's too little for Priest's Garden.

- What's your final offer?

- 75 kurus.

Piss off.

I'll take you there for two and a half lira.

The Horse dealer came,

they couldn't find you.

He says, if you don't pay in 3 days,

he'll take the horse back.

The grocer wants his money too.

Uncle Osman asks if we'll go to pick cotton.

Cemile has an exam tomorrow.

She needs shoes.

Could we give her one and a half lira

as pocket money?

That's all what I've earned.

Cumali, get us two cups of tea.

God. How could you put

the dog in wash basin?

- Your debt is getting high.

- He works hard but earns nothing.

He should change his carriage.

It's very old.

Tell him to pay his debt in 2 days.

- Let me ride too.

- Piss off.

Mum.

- Has your father gone?

- Yes.

The wide streets are forbidden.

We must get our rights...

What luck? Not a penny in 10 years.

- Check it once more.

- I did. Nothing.

Let's check the list.

Maybe there's a mistake the paper.

In gaol I met a man who was

very interested in the lottery.

It's not a hobby for me, it's a hope.

I have a lot of debts.

I earn 15 lira daily. I've debts to pay,

a family to look after.

If you minded what I say,

you wouldn't have to worry.

It's a fantasy.

You don't find treasure by praying.

Look, brother, underneath the earth is

full of gold.

- 2 sacks of bran.

- Give him 2 sacks.

Your debt is getting high.

Business is quiet. The carriage is old.

I can just feed my family.

You owe 95 lira. Over 100,

I won't give anymore.

- You're in deep thought, Hasan.

- He dreams of treasure.

Fine. Have fun. Under the earth there are

antiques, gold.

People got money. Rob them in darkness.

We are not robbers.

- Finished, Cabbar.

- How much?

- 15 lira would be enough.

- Do I earn 15 lira a day?

Materials cost 12 lira.

- Here's, 5 lira. I'll pay the rest later.

- You already owe me 45 lira.

- Did I deny my debts?

- Don't get angry, I was just saying.

Leave me alone. Take your hands off.

Mehmet Emin, let's go.

- Give me some melon.

- No.

- Give me some.

- No.

Cumali, what's that.

Will you work on it 2 hours?

Wrong. We asked your height not your age.

- What's your father's job?

- Coachman.

How many brothers or sisters do you have?

Five, teacher.

Cemile hasn't studied.

What shall we do with you?

- Let's ask another question.

- Yes.

- Hello.

- Hello, Hasan. How are you?

- How are you Cabbar, brother?

- Not bad.

Is it true that the State would abolish

the horse carts?

Maybe the old ones like mine.

The new ones will be allowed.

A good horse and a good cart means money,

brother.

When you have money,

you eat well, sleep in fine beds.

...drink fine wine.

When you have money, you are strong.

You can have family.

If you don't have money, you are

the most wretched person in the world.

If you have money,

you're not cold in winter,

without money, you're cold in summer,

because money keeps you warm.

You don't have money.

Your horses will starve.

I found a Hodja. He's like a saint.

With his prayers...

...we can easily find the treasure.

But we need money.

If we had 500 lira, we'd be rich in 10 days.

- You've lost your mind.

- It's not a dream, it's a fact.

But I've no money. Someday you'll be

surprised...

...to see me like a Pascha.

A pack of cigarettes and a box of matches.

My carriage!

See what you've done.

The paint-job is ruined.

You kill my horse and talk about paint?

Police! Police!

What have you typed?

It was aproaching evening.

I parked my cart and went to buy cigarettes.

Being alone the horses got scared.

A cyclist came.

To avoid hitting the cyclist...

Shut up. These carts cause

all the accidents.

- Just a minute...

- Shut up. It's not your fault...

...it's the state's fault.

They should've abolished carts.

But my horse died.

Well, if you leave the cart alone...

Was it in a parking space?

No... it was shady.

You don't put your cart on every shady spot.

Shut up. The man's car is ruined.

You caused the accident...

...by leaving your cart alone.

You attacked him.

You're guilty for all.

- My horse died.

- Still talking. Take him out.

Shut the f*** up.

Take it down.

- What will you do now, Cabbar?

- I don't know.

- Why don't you go to Mr. Seyfi?

- You worked 9 years for him.

Maybe he'll help-out.

- Will he?

- Yeah.

Last night my horse died.

- Where is she?

- Over there.

- It took awhile.

- His horse has died, asking for money.

You want a drink?

You just played.

A bus has run over Cabbar's horse.

- The one we gave?

- Right, father.

Cabbar owes us 900 lira.

He can't pay the money.

- Send word, see what he says.

- He can't pay it.

Cabbar's horse has died.

Kazim will get the other one.

He owes me 93 lira.

Cabbar can't pay his debt without his horse.

If he can't pay, You know what to do.

My horse died, Sir.

I could manage if I bought a new one.

Otherwise my family will starve.

I'm sorry, I can't afford it.

What does the man say?

- His horse has died, he needs money.

- It's none of our business.

He owes us 55 lira.

Go to him and get the money.

- What's up, what do you want?

- My horse has died.

I came to you.

I could manage if I buy a new one.

Your horse is none of my business.

Did I tell you...

to move to the town? All town horses die.

Get going, the town will feed you.

What can I get from him?

You can take his daughter.

My horse died, Uncle Hamit.

I went to everyone whom...

...I worked for. No one lends money.

You're my last hope.

Business isn't good. My horse works at sand.

The horse of that cart died.

I couldn't replace it.

You can do sand-work.

- Go, buy salt.

- Let's go together.

- Let's buy a melon.

- There isn't enough money.

Bicycle.

Take one of those.

- Easy. It's my turn now.

- Okay, ride it.

- You bastard.

- Mum, don't.

I wish you were dead.

I'll kill you if I catch you.

Mum, I won't do it again.

Please, I promise.

Grandma, father. Don't, mother.

I wish I was dead and rid of you all.

- Why's the boy crying?

- I gave him money to buy salt.

& the bastard spent the money on

a bicycle ride.

Come on, son. Did mother beat you?

I'll beat her too.

You keep spoiling them.

As a father you never beat them.

I'm miserable because of them.

I wish I was dead.

Go, ride the bike.

And 25 kurus to buy salt.

He'll ride the bike!

Give me the money.

If you ride the bike again,

I'll break your legs.

Give me the money, I said.

Don't spoil the kids.

You'll go, I'll have to tolerate...

...them. I'm sick and tired.

I'll leave the house.

They make me miserable.

I wish the same on them.

Don't curse.

We've got enough trouble already.

- I wish them all dead.

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