Zenne Dancer

Are you taking care of yourself?

Are you eating properly?

Yeah, yeah.

I don't believe you.

Your voice tells me otherwise.

Oh, stop! You're not my mother.

I am also not your girlfriend anymore.

But I am your agent.

This is about ourclients

and a lost photojournalist.

Oursoldier is the greatest...

He's the bravest!

What the f*** is your hurry?

Sweetie you're digging yourself into

deepershit. The cops will find you here.

What's up, girl?

Are you bringing yourboys here now?

You disappeared again.

Why, did we have a f*** date?

F*** you.

I won't have to weara uniform anymore.

How did you get out of it?

Lfinally went there and

told them I was a f*ggot.

You mean it's that easy?

You need to dress like a fag. If you go

there looking like him, it won't work.

Well then, it should not

have been hard for you.

Nothing is ever hard enough for me, honey.

Plus, you show them

photos to prove you are a fag.

In yourdrag clothes?

No baby, they have to show you

being f***ed up the ass.

Disgusting. I don't want to sacrifice my ass

just to escape the army.

If you go there without those photos

you'll see just how disgusting it gets.

Ha ha, your medical discharge

proves you're a nut!

So what, a**hole?

I'd ratherbe called a f*ggot than die

in some stupid warzone like yourdad did.

Whatever, they won't get me anyway!

What the f*** now?

Come and hold this...

Should I have a little tuck

around my eyes?

I think you should find a camel and ask her.

And why is that?

Because they are honest.

They're so ugly so they have no otherchoice.

Are you a freak orwhat?

Yes, no objections though.

I am enjoying every minute of it.

If it weren't for Kerem,

I'd kick yourass out right now!

Are you senseless?

What's that supposed to mean?

Why would they call it common sense

when it is so rare?

You should be thanking me, jerk!

...stupid cow.

I am a bear, not a cow.

You hairy daisies,

you think yourhairwill save you.

At least we look like real men.

Ever heard about Scottish drags?

They weartrousers like you.

Save yourbullshit for your cook book!

Being a real man doesn't mean

you can't be polite.

Are you fertilizing the fur

on yourshoulders?

You're all dying fora real man...

and when you find one...

- Get the f*** out of here! Right now.

- Look, I was just trying to say...

Ah, of course.

Yourhairy ass doesn't get f***ed.

What the hell?

Just leave the poor boy alone.

Come on, it is yourturn.

Wait here, I'll come back

and wax yourshoulders.

What have I done wrong?!

Son of a b*tch, he screwed up my show.

Why do you pity these people?

This ZENNE is a really great dancer.

AZENNE? Amale belly dancer?

What's that got to do with yourwork.

I am just interested.

Perhaps, you want to do art photography.

I could arrange an exhibition.

It should be easy with all your awards.

I don't know.

Stop blaming yourself.

It's OK.

I am still worried about you.

More than ever.

Sorry, mom is calling.

Mom, I'm in Istanbul...

it's been six months.

I don't know. Mom, I'll try to.

Sure, I am doing fine.

Coffee? What coffee?

Oh, I see dad wants some coffee.

Mom, I have to go now.

Clients...

Bye mom.

Watch out, God damn it!

How many have you broken so far.

Enough with your morning tempers.

Get away from me, you a**hole!

Auntie, what do you find in that animal?

That's exactly what I like in him:

The animal in my bed.

Take down those pictures.

I'm sure they drive him crazy.

Well, he hates me anyway.

He can f*** off...

I'll kick him out soon.

Is this forthe rent?

It's been 9 months

and I still don't have a job...

Cavit still asks about you...

Oh, he is disgusting!

I wish our motel was still open.

So damn long ago.

Don't you even think of going back...

The ruins will make you cry.

I still can't believe it- look at us!

Why? What's wrong?

We inherited barstools...

I prayed so hard

that you would return from Munich.

Your prayers worked...

You finally got me divorced.

Just joking.

It has nothing to do with you.

It didn't work out and we got divorced...

Feel this!

This golden fabric is so nice.

My sistercalled last night.

Mom?

They must have come for you again.

I'm going to turn myself in.

Don't be ridiculous!

But this is no kind of life...

I have to hide until it gets dark.

It's not only you.

Everybody's got issues

with cops in this country...

If you talk to mom don't mention

anything about Murat.

Don't worry!

What are you going to

make for me, sweetheart?

We'll think of something...

Look at this mess!

I have to go to school, mom.

Didn't we send you here

for your brother?

But, I did clean that spot...

Oh, just leave it!

You're going to wake him up...

So what?

God bless you!

Help me!

Mom, why return so soon?

Look at you!

Such strength, what's yourshoe size now?

Yourson... Yourson.

Yourbabies will be someone else's

but his will be ours.

Where were you?

If I'd known I would have picked you up...

I called many times.

You didn't answer.

Oh dear, sorry.

Love is in the air.

If you screw up love, it starts to stink.

Your husband's fingerprints?

Back again for a fidelity reading.

This strong man, your lover, in his thirties,

with wide shoulders...

Look sugar-puff; dunno

about the wide shoulders...

...with a guy at 58, I only care

about his wallet.

Then he definitely has a son...

Yes, he is cheating on you.

With a woman ora man?

Listen baby-cakes,

if you don't know this sh*t, shut up!

There is no strong, young guy.

That old fart dumped me, okey?

Which one?

But there's a young guy...

Enough!

If you figure it out,

just fax me orsomething.

Thank God.

Idiot!

What's up bro?

A busy day, huh?

How is your aunt Shukran?

I want to visit heragain

but she neverpicks up the phone.

She is still looking for a job.

I told her.

She could work here.

She can't...

Her new boyfriend

is overly jealous.

Anyway...

B*tch.

Don't be late.

I hold yourroom free the whole day.

Madam, it is every Turkish men's duty

to serve his country as a soldier.

Yourson is no exception but

he is a draft dodger.

Concealing his whereabouts is a crime...

Listen son.

Can's father died in combat

in south-eastern Turkey.

Can's brotheralso joined the army

and he is burnt out now.

Can is not a draft dodger...

Anyway...

Let me sign and leave...

Cihan!

Cihan.

Wake up, son.

Mom...

Son. Get up.

Mom...

They came back

for yourbeloved son.

Whatever you do,

they will take him away.

No, he won't go to the army.

He will go like the rest of us.

No, he won't!

Yourprecious son...

You're precious too.

How many letters in your name?

Five.

S- E-V-G-I (LOVE)

Come, rest now.

I thought I was getting a boy

and he turned out to be a girl...

Mom, pass me a beer.

Pick seven cards please.

For you sweety,

I'll pick 14.

What the hell are you doing here?

Ahhh!

I just came to have my fortune told.

Also to apologize forthat night...

Whatever.

Take your ass downstairs and

get yourfortune told there.

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