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from Trabzon to know him.

Sir, this man is not from Trabzon.

He is definitely trained,

he is imitating to be from Trabzon.

His accent is off, and he doesn't

look like one of us.

And who are you?

- OK, Hsni, you may go.

- Sir, yes, sir!

Well, good sir Koman?

What does it matter, sir?

From Trabzon, Diyarbakr, Van,

what does it matter?

Well, so says Atatrk.

Diyarbakr, Erzurum, stanbul...

Just a second, Koman!

What does it matter?

Well done, good on you,

you're a hard nut to crack, huh?!

If we're guilty of something,

then do your job!

Asya, what are you saying?

You're a firefighter, and you fan the fire!

Just let it go!

Everyone's onto us, what did we do?

Do you have a search warrant?

Yes, mam, we do.

We didn't stop you just for fun.

The warrant arrived just before

you did, that's why we stopped you.

We don't like to make citizens wait.

For instance, Koman is finished,

we have his info, he may go.

What, go where?

You go, the lady will be our guest

for a little while longer.

Why is that?

We don't have her info yet,

I can't let her go unless we have that.

Well, sir, Miss Asya and I

are travelling together.

The computer is broken,

no news from Diyarbakr.

OK then, I'll wait, too.

Fine by me.

Totally fine by me.

- Asya, I'll go talk to them!

- Never mind, he's got it in for us!

Well, I'll just go have a talk.

Don't pull any Alexander number!

Sir?

What did you tell him?

How come you convinced them?

I just did.

What did you show them?

What's in that box of yours?

We may arrive very early in the morning,

you should sleep.

I'm not tired.

My mother is cranky and she's a fast talker,

you may have a hard time.

What do you mean?

Well, she's cranky and stubborn,

it gets all confused.

What gets confused?

Her speech. I said she was cranky.

You may not get along.

Don't worry, we'll get along fine.

Alright then.

Come on.

She's a light sleeper,

let's keep it down, shall we?

You sleep here, but wait, wait.

Take these.

- Good night now.

- Good night.

- Sleep tight.

- You too.

- Hey!

- Oh, mom!

- Koman, welcome.

- Thank you, how are you?

I'm fine, who's that with you?

- Who's she?

- A guest.

- A guest... Who?

- Go to bed now, we'll talk in the morning.

What's up?

Mother, you and your ancient

traditions.

Koman, I'm sorry,

I was taken by surprise!

I'm not waking her up, you know.

I'm welcoming the bride,

exorcising demons.

What bride!

Stop it, you'll sing later.

She's the fire department manager.

She got very tired on the road.

- Mother, let's go so she can sleep!

- It's OK, I'm up.

Welcome, my girl.

- What did she say, Koman?

- She says, welcome.

Thank you, mom.

Breakfast is ready, come on now!

Asya, forgive her, my mother is cranky

and our accent is...

Let's get dressed and have breakfast, huh?

- Koman!

- Yes?

Who is this?

He's my enol, Captain enol.

Come on, the tea is getting cold.

etilla, let's go!

Koman, now I get why you don't like

to have your picture taken.

And why is that?

Well, you live inside a beautiful

photograph here, why take one?

Well, you said something nice this time,

but again I didn't get it!

Your son has finally brought

the fire truck.

And he also brought along a bride?

She is very beautiful, god bless her!

Then I am expecting everyone tonight

to welcome the bride.

Mom, now is not a good time for this.

Ok ok, we'll be there.

- What are they saying, Koman?

- They love the fire engine...

We'll have the bride's welcome tonight.

What bride, mom?

She's the fire department manager.

Bride? There's a wedding tonight?

I'd like to attend it

since we won't be on time anyway.

Asya, why don't you wait,

for God's sake!

See, the black beauty also wants it.

Can't a manager be a bride?

My idiot son, she wants to marry,

and he objects.

Of course, no bride without a wedding.

I'll let the people in the village know.

You love her and yet

you say she's no bride.

OK, but Asya...

Your mother's a little angry

I guess?

Well, I told you she's cranky.

We'll stay the night here,

the neighbors will come to say hi.

And we'll get to see the wedding

as well.

Will we make it to Rize

before noon tomorrow?

Yep.

- Koman?

- Yes?

- 11-12 minutes again?

- Yeah, 11-12 minutes.

Oh, God bless, Koman's fire engine is so nice.

Did you just buy it?

No, mom, this belonged to Asya's people.

They donated it to us.

Dowry, huh? Her dad is rich?

Of course not, mom, what do you mean, dowry?

The municipality, I'm telling you!

Thank you, girl, thank you.

You're welcome, mom,

put it to good use.

Well, in fact, I wish it won't

have to be used at all...

Come on, let's go for a ride!

Thank God for this day,

I get to see my son on a fire truck.

Come on, Asya, hop on.

Aren't you tired of it, Koman?

We've been in it for two days.

Let's walk a little.

Let everyone see Koman

on the fire engine!

OK, let him drive so that everyone

can see. I'll walk.

Looks like the black beauty has already

wrapped him around her little finger!

And this here is the house of

Uncle Murat.

He has cherry trees.

How many cherries did we pick there

as kids!

Oh my! Sla, you've become a big girl!

How's your dad, is he OK?

- Fine...

- Fine... Come on!

Auntie Gnnaz, how are you?

Thank you, son, welcome home.

And you? How are you?

- Fine, thank God. Asya.

- God bless.

- Well, welcome, girl.

- It's a pleasure. Thanks.

- Alright, see you later.

- OK, bye.

Asya, please forgive my mom.

That's how old people are,

they get carried away easily.

It's because they are bored.

They made you sad.

Your people know Georgian?

Well, old people speak Georgian,

like an accent.

Yeah, right, like an accent.

- I like your mother a lot.

- Yeah?

And your village is lovely.

One can live here comfortably, right?

My Rodi! Darling, where are you?

The overpass at the city entrance?

Where?

enol Smbl Overpass.

Wait a second, Rodi.

Koman, do you know the

enol Smbl Overpass?

Asya, let's not stop there.

Wait a second, Rodi.

Rodi...

...wait somewhere else, dear.

Do as I say.

What happened to your brother,

Koman?

Let's say he died...

...somewhere around your hometown.

Infantry Corporal

enol Smbl Overpass OVERPASS

Third Lieutenant

Ali hsan Seymen Overpass

Infantryman Miktat Beder Overpass

Second Lieutenant

Hasan Bak Overpass

My dear.

- I miss you so much.

- Look.

This is Meryem.

- Nice to meet you.

- Nice to meet you too.

This is my friend Koman, he's a firefighter.

This is Rodi, my brother.

And this is his friend Meryem.

- What? Rodi is your brother?

- Yep.

Let me give you a hug, brother!

- How are you?

- Fine, brother, what about yourself?

- Fine, thank God.

- Meryem dear, are you from around here?

I am, sister Asya, we live right by the

mosque in the city center over there.

- The mosque?

- Yes.

- What day is today?

- Friday.

I don't want to miss the prayer,

let's just get it over with.

OK, Meryem will show us around Rize.

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