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Brother Hicri, workplace

It burns and burns

The wheel of fate turns, making
her a star and me a doner seller.

My heart burns in hot coals

No feeling. Out of tune.

It burns and burns

Burns and bu--

Something’s burning.

Muhteşem? What’s this, Son?

- Doner, Dad.
- But it’s not turning.

I see that, too.

I don’t get why they call it
doner or gyros.

Don’t think. Just turn it.
You’ve burnt it.

Right away, Dad.

For God’s sake, don’t
spring out at me, Üzerlik.

Sorry, darling.
There’s a call for you. Marif.

- Marif is calling?
- Uh-huh.

Hello.

Sister Döndü, shop

Oh my God.

It seems really spicy.

Bro.

This one’s a little different.
It’s offal. Horse meat.

Forcemeat is good.

That’s not what I said.
Not forcemeat. Horsemeat.

So that’s why it’s cheap.

A butterfly landed.

What part of the horse is
this made from?

Well, we take it and...

Vecdi.

We’re going to Malatya, Vecdi.

Remzi, Germany, cellphone

Apologies.

Why’s he apologizing?

Don’t squeeze out more than
you can flush.

God help me.

Hello.

Ah, brother Marif.

What?

Nephew Bora, cellphone

He’s still smirking. The lush.

I left Ivan off the team.
I’m throwing off the grounds too.

Chairman. Please don’t.
I’m begging you.

Excuse me.

It’ll kill him if he can’t play.

So be it. What do I care.

Sorry.

Give him another chance.
I’m sure he’ll change.

He arrived at camp with
a bottle of booze.

- Booze.
- Sorry.

Answer that phone.

Dirty guy.

Uncle Marif, I’m in a meeting.
Can I call you back?

What?

Okay, I’ll be there.

What happened?

We’re killing Grandad.

What are you saying?

Son.

What’s that shovel for?

We’re making a pool, Dad.

That’s all we need. A pool.
Don’t waste water. It costs money.

Mehmet!

Who listens to me?

- I’ll get it brother-in-law Vecdi.
- Thanks, Marif.

I brought you the spiciest,
best quality sujuk.

A butterfly again. Shoo!

It’s been after me since Kayseri.

I hope it’s a good sign.

Darling, you’ve missed it, right?
I’ve missed it so much.

Look at the air, Nurgül.

Look at the water, Nurgül.

Look at the grass and trees.

- Remzi?
- Yes?

- We’re going back to Germany.
- I said to look. Did I say we’d stay?

- Don’t yell at me. Okay, I looked.
- For goodness sake.

Ayşen, Gülşen. Get me
some tomatoes from out back.

Okay, mum.

Mehmet. I said...you...but not...dear.

Dear.

He looks just like
my big brother Rıfat at his age.

I can’t stop kissing him.

Auntie, then why did you
never call us?

I wanted to, but your mother
always kept her distance.

I don’t mean to bad-mouth,
but she’s a sour woman.

How nice of you not to bad-mouth.

So is everyone here?

No. Big brother Hicri isn’t.

Of course. He’s the only one missing.

Everyone knows he doesn’t want
to be anywhere near you.

Ah, that nutcase has come.

I’ll carry it, sister-in-law.

Thanks, Türkan.

She’s always on Facebook.
Can you believe her?

Are you still preparing food?

They’re dying of hunger.

If you can’t get it ready in time,
let’s order out.

There’s no need.
The chicken’s taking a long time.

What’s this?

Let me take a look.

Oh no! Why’s it so salty?

Are three kids too much for you?
Did you put saltpeter in the rice?

Where’s Nurgül?
Isn’t she helping?

She’s preggers. It’s too hard.

I don’t want to gossip but
since they came here...

...she hasn’t lifted a finger.

Kader, are you using these plates?

You insisted on a set of porcelain
for your hope chest.

Take it out. Let’s use it.

What are you talking about?
I did it by mistake.

Goodness gracious.

Unbelievable.

Like it’s easy to prepare
a meal for all these people.

She expects me to order out.

Our trip was so tiring.

We just got unpacked, Kader.

I’m sorry I couldn’t help you.

What do you mean? You’re expecting.
I’d never allow it.

Thanks.

I’ll set the table.
Let me help.

Oh no!

My blood pressure!

It slipped.

Sorry. Must be the evil eye.

It doesn’t matter.

My set’s spoilt. That’s all.

Here’s what we’re discussing.

As you know, Father has been
in a coma for a year...

...and was pronounced
brain dead 2 months ago.

People normally live for 21 days, tops.

But father has lived for 60 days.

That means Father can live
without a brain, too.

Let’s move on to the cost
of keeping our father alive...

...here at home. Kader, add up
the figures as I say them.

So...

Bbep, 6000.

Adjustable bed, 4000.
Daily oxygen, ...

...monitor and such, 5000.
All imported. Top of the line.

Conce...Concen...

Kader.

- Concentrator.
- That’s it.

The device I can’t pronounce
costs us...

...18,000.
If Father wasn’t brain dead...

...he’d have died from
hearing these figures.

Inasmuch as it’s nearly killed me.
Anyway.

Our weekly installments, including
round-the-clock nursing...

...comes to 2900.

The amount we paid out last year
for all of this was...

Kader?

Minus 5. How’d that happen?

- What did you do wrong?
- I don’t know. I don’t get it.

Never mind. I added it up before.
70,000 lira.

It’s a waste of money.

That is, if you lack a conscience.

- So?
- So...

...we need to make a decision.

Decision? About what?

Well, Sister...

- ...about stopping life support.
- Oh no!

So, this guy has called us here...

...about pulling the plug and
killing Dad. Is that right?

Hearing that makes me see red.

His heart beats 2-3 times a minute.
They pronounced him brain dead.

That’s what the doctors say.

You can’t silence me with that!

Do you think I earn enough from
the shop to pay all these costs?

What shall we do? Sell the shop
and the poplar grove?

Fine. Then we’ll sell brother-in-law
Vecdi’s shop in Kayseri.

Supposedly your shop doesn’t
make money.

Well, if the Çirci Family fruit and nut
shop can’t turn a profit...

...what’s with all the jewelry
around your wife’s neck?

Hicri...

...it’s not my place to contradict you.

- But...
- Kader.

- Hush.
- Kader.

You’re slandering us.

Everything on my throat and wrists
is from my wedding.

Did we come here to talk about
her gold necklaces?

Marif is right. He’s already dead.
Let’s pull the plug and end this.

I thought you took after...

...my brother Rıfat, that you
were a dear relative.

Turns out you’re a vulture, Bora.

The man you’re trying to kill
is your grandfather.

The man who chased off my father
Is also my grandfather.

I can’t stay here any longer.

Everyone here...

...is trying to bury their father
before they even see him.

If anyone asks...

...I’m in my dad’s room. Unbelievable.

Hicri, sit down. What are you saying?

Uncle.

- It’s fate. Written in the stars.
- My dad’s dad is my grandad. Right?

- Enough already.
- Now I feel upset.

Let him go. Hicri’s always
being over dramatic.

I counted. 42 heartbeats.
He said 3 a minute.

It’s a figure of speech.

Let’s go talk to the doctor tomorrow
and find out what’s really happening.

I wish you’d taken an interest in Dad
when he was well.

That’s between me and Dad. He didn’t
show it, but he loved me best.

Enough already, Brother.

Dad never so much as patted
us on the head.

Dad had a heavy hand, didn’t he?

You felt it when he let you have it.

I was composing a song one day.

He came into my room.

"What’s this? You think you’re
going to be a singer?" he said.

"Yes, dad," I said.

"I’m going to give the family
a better life," I said.

"Trust me and my art," I said.

What did he say?

The way he beat me
was a work of art.

He kept time as he beat me
with my instrument.

- Brutal.
- Brutal.

- Brutal.
- Brutal.

Have you got nothing good
to say at his bedside?

What’s done is done.
Shame on you, Remzi.

You take after our late mother,
but you act like our father.

Sister.

What did I say wrong?

It’s okay.

Döndü, why are you crying?
Come back, sister.

He’s being theatrical, still.

Marif.

When I saw the whole family
settled into their rooms--

Right. If only we loved each other
and stuck together as a family.

That’s not what I was going to say.

I was thinking this place would make
a great boutique hotel.

Out in nature, organic.
Boutiques are selling like hot cakes.

It would be incredible.

Ah, dad.

You love living,
but this isn’t life.

The expense doesn’t matter.
It’s all yours.

The serum’s running full throttle.

Are you watering a garden, or what?

He’s tiny. Why are you giving
him so much.

Nurse! Come have a look, nurse.

Bora, how’s it going, son?

I’m fine, mum. How’s Ivan?

He’s fine. Don’t worry.

How are things there?

Hang on a second, Bora.

Look here.

Where are you going?

Out to have fun.
To a party with friends.

No fun for you.
Straight to your room, Ivan.

Everyone’s going.
Why are you interfering?

Still mouthing off.

Go to your room, I said.

You're dreadful.

Get going.

Mum?
Who’s that? Ivan?

Don’t let him go out.
That maniac drinks too much.

Do you think I’d let him?
I’m a mother, a mother.

Is Döndü still there?

She’s here.

- She cries the most, right?
- Yes.

The whore.

All she does is cry and instigate.

- I’m hanging up.
- Listen to this, Bora--

What a thing to do!

What a thing to do!

You’ve given the house to Remzi?

This is terrible.

I just remodeled the kitchen, Marif.

Don’t half-listen and then go crazy.

Good lord.

Remzi and I made a deal.
He’ll get the house. We’ll pay rent.

We’ll get the shop.
It’s the shop that makes money.

Oh, well okay then.

Give the poplar grove to Bora.

Will Bora accept the poplar grove?

- Bora?
- Yes.

Who’s Bora? Bora.

Who’s Bora.

They haven’t visited in years.
And they expect property.

Who’s Bora? Who?

- Who’s Bora, anyway?
- My elder brother’s son.

What are you—-

Remzi.

- Yes?
- Listen.

After you get the title deed, write up
a rental contract with your brothers.

Let’s charge 500 euros rent.

In fact, let’s sell this house.

Oh, my boyhood dumbbells.

Darling, I owe my amazing body
to these dumbbells.

Who have I been talking to?

Is anyone listening to me?

I’m planning our child’s future.

You’ve got your head in the clouds.

If there’s money left over,
I’ll take you to Mecca.

Vecdi, you mean kill my father and
use the money to go on Hajj?

I’m not going to the doctor’s tomorrow.

I’m going to ask the hodja
about the unplugging.

And ask him about the inheritance.
Ask if daughters get extra.

Still talking about the inheritance!

Vecdi, didn’t my father get us
the shop in Kayseri?

And you still expect more?

You’re twisting my words, Döndü.

Why did you open the window?
Mosquitos will come in.

Let’s spray some Off!
They’ll bite us all night.

- We don’t have any.
- You didn’t bring any?

Where can I find some?

There must be some around.

All those bags, but we didn’t
bring any Off!

There must be repellent somewhere.

Hello, Hicri. Is there any Off!?
I need to spray some.

There are mosquitos in the room.
Haven’t you got some?

Don’t yell. The kids are sleeping.

- Mum.
- Now she woke up too.

I’ll handle it, Dad. A lullaby.

- Dandini dandini dastana
- Check the cupboard downstairs.

Unbelievable.

Good Lord!

For God’s sake.

Sorry, darling.

When the plug’s pulled, the nut shop
should be yours, as the oldest.

We could put Muhteşem in charge.

We can’t trust him with a seed,
let alone a fruit and nut shop.

Why do you say that?

Me and him could run it. You could
run the doner shop in Mersin.

Really?

What a great idea.
What a great attitude.

You and Muhteşem stay here.
I stay alone in Mersin, you say?

- What’s going on?
- Mosquito.

There’s a mosquito, Hicri.

Close the window from outside.
Let’s get some sleep.

- What?
- Nothing.

Oh my God!

Damn mosquito.

Hicri.

Hicri.

Hicri.

Hicri.

Hicri.

Hicri.

Good morning, darling.

What’s up, cuties?
Digging for gold?

We’re making a pool.

Wow, a pool.
Make it and we’ll have a swim.

Memo, who’s that girl?

Grandad’s nurse.

A nurse? From around here?

Mum said she went out with
a doctor from Istanbul.

But the doctor had another girlfriend.

Dirty guy.

Men are all the same.

I don’t think so.
Men aren’t all the same.

- They’re the same!
- The same!

The same? How many men do you know?

The same!

What nasty girls.

Grandad.

What happened to you, Grandad?

Why do Grandads always die first?

- Why?
- Are you okay?

Oh, sorry.
I was blinded by the pain.

Were you close?

The first word most kids say
is "mum" or "dad."

Mine was "Grandad."

That’s how much I love him.

Don’t get upset.
I’m here.

I’m taking good care of him.

I’m so glad you are.

- Forgive me. I forgot my manners.
- Never mind.

I’m Bora. What’s your name?

- Pervin.
- And your phone number?

I don’t understand.

I don’t understand either,
Grandad.

The pain is fresh.

Hasn’t he been this way for a year?

Grandad!

My darling Bora!

They said you were finally
visiting your grandad.

You had to see him, right?

You were a baby the last time you did.
He fell ill and you never called.

Auntie, could I have a moment?

That’s not true. We got together
all the time. You don’t know that.

I adore him.

Open your coal-black eyes, Grandad.

Coal-black?

Your grandad has green eyes.

I’ll go and get some
old photos for you.

You don’t know anything about him,
do you?

- No.
- Could you please go out?

Your grandad...

...needs my attention. Go on.

Speaking of going out,
I mean, as you brought it up.

Would you go out with me?

He’s still coming on to me.

I asked you to leave.

Okay, okay. Take it easy.

State Hospital

Yes. I’m listening.

My brother Marif tried to explain
our father’s medical condition to us.

But we preferred you tell us.

His condition is obvious.
He is brain dead.

There’s no chance of recovery.

Prepare his shroud, you say.
Right, Doctor?

That’s not what I said.

Divvy up his estate, you say.
Right, Doctor?

- I didn’t say that, either.
- Not a word out of you, Doctor?

I understand.
We’ll talk to a lawyer.

The law is clear.

Either you agree among yourselves...

...or the state sells the estate,
perhaps below market rate, ...

...and divides it evenly five ways.

So we have to reach agreement.

We don’t have to.

Look at it logically.

Don’t be a maniac, Vecdi.

The Circi Family shop has
a certain brand value.

If we sell it, all those years
of work were for naught.

Let’s have a vote.
There are five of us, right?

Right.

If three of us reach agreement,
the majority decides what to do.

But let’s draw up an agreement
so there’s no funny business.

God give me patience.

I know what to do.
We’re going to a notary.

Article 1.

The estate is to be divided in accordance...

...with the majority decision of
at least three heirs.

Article 2. Everyone will be given
at least one title deed.

Article 3. Anyone who does not
honor the contract is a scumbag.

A scumbag? More like a prick.

A prick? More like a pimp.

A pimp? More like a son-of-a--

Shut up.

That would dishonor us all.

Please write down "pimp."

I’ve got a bad feeling about
Marif and Remzi.

Those two have cut a deal.

No way. They wouldn’t
stab us in the back.

Marif? That’s what you think.

If he hadn’t ratted to Dad back then
I’d have an album out by now.

You’ll never get that shop, Marif.

The key person is Bora.
You, me and Bora.

If the three of us unite,
you’ll keep the shop in Kayseri.

That’s nice of you, Hicri. Thanks.

It’s good I thought of this first.

We need to pull Bora aside...

...and chat to him in private.

How are you going to do that?

Let’s butter up Bora so he trusts us.

We need to work Bora over.

You know what we should do?

Let’s give Bora a ride home.
Give him a back rub.

That makes sense.
What about Marif?

Marif. He’ll never think of this.

By the time he thinks of it...

...and puts his plan to work.

Hey? Hey?

My brother’s son. Bora.

Hey? Marif.

Bora!

You think you’ll stick me
with that tiny shop...

...and keep the money for yourselves.
Oh really.

That’s it, Hodja.

What does our religion say about this?

There have been religious rulings
about pulling the plug.

But Hodja, couldn’t you do
a hex or a charm...

...to make my father recover?

All right then. Write this down.

- Write it.
- Get some filo pastry.

Fill it and fold it over.

Then throw it into hot oil.

You really write this down.
Don’t believe such things.

Don’t believe everything.

Don’t be deceived by superstitions.

Follow the true teachings of Islam.

Now go learn about true Islam.

Get going.
Learn about true Islam.

God give me patience.

Türkan, he’s picking on us.

I know. Let’s go.
My battery’s running out.

Let’s go.

Oh my God.

Şinaşi Hodja. "The miracle worker."

I found a way to save Father.

Come on.

Now, Bora. If you want to know how
generous I am...

...I can tell you that I let everyone
sample even my expensive cashews.

Remzi, speaking of cashews, haven’t
you had more than enough?

- It’ll give you the runs.
- No, I’m crazy about cashews.

I eat them with almonds.
It balances out.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Have some white chickpeas.
They’re freshly roasted.

No thanks.
I’m happy with these.

Be happy.

Bora.

You don’t know your Uncle Hicri.

He inherited a doner shop from
his father-in-law...

...but he’s come here to
get whatever he can.

They’re always hungry for more.

Always, Bora. Hungry for more.

What are you thinking, Uncle?

The house should go to Remzi.
And I should get the shop.

You can see we never
get any customers.

We sell half a kilo a day. Tops.

Hello everyone.

Ah. Rıza.

Marif, I’ll have the usual.
20 kilos of the luxury mixed nuts.

The luxury ones.

Oh, and my boss said there are
two weddings tomorrow.

He told me to order 150 kilos
for the weddings.

He’ll pick them up tomorrow.
You got another big order.

That’s great, Rıza. But have we
got that much in stock?

Right?

Get going, Rıza.

Listen to you, Marif.
What are you saying?

If you don’t have it in stock,
who would? Me?

Listen. I’m not saying this because
Marif is like a brother.

This guys has enough pistachios...

...not only for Malatya,
but for all of Antep.

Kiss these hardworking hands.

Oh.

He supplies the whole area,
every village and town.

Do you realize the kind of
shop you’re in right now?

Okay, Rıza.

Are you done, Rıza?
Shut your trap already.

Get going. Enough already.

- 150 kilos, my boss said.
- Get out of here.

I’m taking a few cashews.
With your blessing, I hope.

He’s just a boy.

Can 150-200 kilos a day
keep this shop afloat?

Don’t worry. I haven’t got my eye
on this shop.

That is, if the poplar grove
is worth something.

Bora, my beloved nephew.

Don’t look down on poplars.

There are some tall trees there.
That grove’s worth a lot.

Sometimes I say to myself,
shutter the shop...

...and go settle in the poplar grove.
That’s how nice it is.

If you say so, all right.
We have a deal.

Super.

Great.

Then let’s get home for dinner.
Come on.

We’ll talk about the details later.

Come on, nephew.

Remzi, what are you doing?

I’m getting a little for the road.

- Really?
- Yeah.

If dynamite was free, you’d
blow up your own butt, right?

That’s my capital. Now get out.

HODJA ŞİNASİ RATES

Welcome.

What can I do for you?

A love potion, wasn’t it, my girl?

What are you talking about?

I just turned 23.

Do I look like an old maid?

Forgive us, Hodja.
We’re feeling upset these days.

We’re here about a death.
We need some help.

I see. And how should we
kill this person?

Gradually, or suddenly?

I suggest gradually.
It’s more fun.

I’m not here to kill anyone.
My father is brain dead.

Technically, he’s already dead, I mean.

Can you do anything?

We’ll do a brain séance.

What I need from you is
12 pellets of poop...

...from a frightened goat.

- The poop of a frightened goat?
- Yes. In the brain séance...

...the frightened goat symbolizes
passage to the other side...

...and will persuade the nearly departed
to remain in this world.

- Dad.
- What is it?

Mum says I’ll be in charge of
the shop if we get it.

Yeah?

I’ve learned that the dried fruit
and nut sector is on its last legs.

- Oh really?
- It says here that...

...due to climate change...

...crop-bearing trees will all be
extinct within 100 years.

- You don’t say?
- I decided to convert the shop...

...into one selling plastics.
If you wonder why...

...it’s because plastic lasts
in nature for 1000 years.

- I found a trade with a future.
- Really?

Is God punishing me for giving you
the holy name "Muhteşem?"

I don’t believe it.

I never run out of stories.

Come along.

Bora, one day your dad said to me, ...

"If eggs were good for the voice,
chicken butts would be nightingales."

God help him.

He’d drink a raw egg every day.

Having a nice chat, boys?

Bora? How’s my dear nephew?

I’ll join you for a chat.

There’s no need.
I’ll stick to myself.

I’m a vulture, you know. Beware.

Oh my.

Remzi, come have a bite with us
before the voting.

Some have already had their
fill of words.

Just look at him.
Chicken butt, we were saying.

Chicken butt.

Greetings, Bora.

What is it, Uncle?
You’ve got a bone to pick?

They promised you the poplar grove?

How do you know?

Have a seat, Bora.
Sit down, nephew.

You’re a good person, Bora.

You’ve stayed out of this squabbling
among brothers.

They don’t call you for years
as they eye your rightful share, ...

...aiming to keep it for themselves...

...and stick you with a poplar grove
worth next to nothing.

And you...

...with your pure soul...

...and devoted heart...

...agree to all they want, ...

...they who never wondered
how you were and who...

...always had you take photos
so you wouldn’t be in them.

Look.

Some will say you’re an idiot.

They’ll say, "Look how he got
stuck with a poplar grove."

In fact, you are the
biggest fool, jerk, dope, ...

...nitwit, idiot, dunce, ugly
bumpkin that ever lived, ...

...some will even say.

Let them.

Don’t forget. Horses die standing up.

Horses what?

Bora.

Mum, they gave me the grove.
Is it okay?

Bora. Say, "Over my dead body.
Let them take those trees and--"

Got it. Bye. Kisses.

Ask for the shop, Bo--

Done.

I’m going to a party,
out to have fun.

What party, Ivan?

You’ve got practice tomorrow.
Get some sleep.

Good lord.

Why are you looking at me?

Don’t bother me.

- What?
- Don’t bother me.

What are you saying?

Don’t bother me.

Speak Turkish with me.
Speak Turkish.

Now that everyone’s here...

...we can have a vote.

I’ll explain. Follow me.

I’ll take the dried fruit and nuts shop.

I’m already running it.
I know all the ropes.

The house I live in will be Remzi's.
I’ll pay him rent.

Bora will get the poplar grove.
He’s happy about that.

Döndü and Vecdi are happy
with their shop in Kayseri.

As for Hicri...

...he’ll get the little shop.

Any objections to the contract?

Ah, Vecdi. What a surprise.

Those who agree?

High five.

Bora, my boy? Those who agree?
High five with your uncle.

I don’t agree.

What do you mean?
Are you on their side?

No, I’m abstaining.

But why, Bora?
Why abstain?

Why would you do that?

My beloved nephew.

You can have whatever you want.

I want the fruit and nut shop.

I shouldn’t have encouraged you.

Think it over.
We’ll vote again tomorrow.

Bora, haven’t you got a job
in Istanbul? Why cause trouble?

Why stick me with the poplar grove?

Now listen here, Bora.

I thought you wanted the grove.

What happened? What did Bora say?

He said he doesn’t want
the poplar grove.

Why were you forcing it on him,
the innocent boy you...

...haven’t seen for years?
Of course he refused.

You’re the one who said
to stick him with it.

I said to...
But not like that, Marif.

You must have been pushy.
You scared him off.

Right?

Let’s take the boy out.

To a picnic or something.

Give him food and drink.

We’ll butter him up first.

Then we can give him
the little shop, Marif.

A picnic, you say.

Then the little shop, huh?

A picnic won’t be cheap.

- Look.
- But it’s a good idea.

Wife, you sure are...

...a real she-devil.

- Kader?
- What?

Give us a kiss.

Now? Get off. I don’t like that.

- Just a little kiss.
- You beast.

- I’m holding a knife.
- I don’t care.

- That tickles.
- Open up.

Just a kiss.

Stop it, I said

Why didn’t you stop, Marif?

My plate broke.
The set is all gone now, Marif.

It’s the evil eye.

Their envy of your beauty
shattered the plate, my rose.

- Who envies me?
- The whole town.

- The whole town?
- The whole town, of course.

- Envies me?
- Why would I lie to you?

- What do you want?
- A kiss.

-No. I don’t want to.

- Beloved Allah.
- Beloved Allah.

I’ll put the kids to bed.

I’ll put the kids to bed.

I’ll put the kid to bed too.

Hicri.

Hicri.

Hicri.

Hicri.

Hicri.

Hicri.

Hicri.

Bora.

Bora, up and at ‘em.

Don’t be scared. It’s your uncle.

I’ve got a surprise for you.
Get dressed. We’re going out.

Come on, son.
Come on, Bora.

- Are you awake?
- I’m awake.

Just look at him.

- Uncle, what—
- Let’s wrestle.

What are you doing?

You and I are so close.
You’re my nephew.

My neck, Uncle.

Don’t be scared.
Get dressed. Let’s go.

Look at you.

Up and at ‘em.

Bora, are you up?

- I’m getting up.
- Come on. What are you waiting for?

Kader, I hope Üzerlik doesn’t
find out about the picnic.

She springs out all the time.

Heron.

- What’s a heron?
- A spy plane.

They appear suddenly.
Just like her.

She comes like this:
"Hicri. Hicri. Hicri."

- That’s what she does.
- You sound just like her.

- Exactly the same.
- She does this:

"Hicri. Hicri. Hicri."

- She gets stuck. "Hicri. Hicri. Hicri."
- Stop it.

- "Hicri. Hicri. Hicri."
- I’m going to pee my pants.

Stop it, Nurgül.

You’re just like her.

Sister.

How many pieces broke?

My hand...I apologize.

Why apologize?

We were joking around. It broke.

It can happen.

- Kader.
- Yes?

- What?
- Open the window.

- What is it?
- What’s taking you so long?

- Okay, we’re on our way.
- Quick. Everyone will see.

Okay.

- Stop yelling.
- Don’t pack a lot.

What a nasty guy.

- You’re so lovely.
- What?

It’s hot, I said. So hot.

Here I am.

Where have you been?

- I’m here.
- I’ve been waiting 2 hours.

- Who’s counting?
- Shh. Quiet. Let’s go.

Give m that.

Come on. Hurry.

Bora, come along now.

- Bora dear.
- Come and--

Come along.
It’s all because of you.

- Oh. I planted it.
- You planted it.

- Is Remzi in the car?
- He’s there with the kids.

- Bora, I’m taking you to
a great place. A real wower.

It is Malatya’s--

- It’s him?
- Yeah.

So, Marif. Off somewhere?

Not really.

Just a picnic.

It’s not nice of you to leave us
here, hungry.

How can you say that, Vecdi?
I laid out food on the table.

Bora. My dear nephew.

There’s a breakfast place nearby.
Why don’t we go there?

Come along. to the picnic.

We’ll come too.

We’ll come to the picnic.

No, don’t do that.
You’ll get tired.

Marif, that’s not for you
to decide.

- Don’t come between me and Bora.
- A young maid sits on the veranda.

Sipping coffee as she reads a book.

Wondering when she’ll find true love.

Perhaps the love she awaits is the
handsome boy...

...the very handsome boy,
coming up to her now.

The boy is at her side.

He’s taken a seat.

And from his extraordinary lips
spill these words:

What’s up?

Are you compatible?

Compatible, empathetic, charismatic.
What do you need?

Peace of mind.

That’s what I had before you came.

You’re a typical Istanbul roughneck.

- Oh really?
- Uh-huh.

So, you’ve gathered info about me.

Let’s take a look at you.
Who is this Young Lady.

- What are you doing?
- Hang on.

I see a man.

His back is turned.

He’s facing another woman.
He’s wearing something white.

A smock or apron.
No, something longer.

A white coat of some kind.
Like what a doctor wears.

You’re quite the fortune teller.

What else do you see?

A horse.

There’s a man on the horse.

A young man, and so handsome.

Tall, beard stubble, a blue shirt.

And his name is...

Bora.

My beloved newphew. I saved
you a place up front.

In front? You have a place in
my heart, Bora. Come on.

I’m not coming unless Pervin does.

Beat that.

You. Look at you.

Look at me.

Where did I forget my heart?
Ah where is it, oh where is it?

Where’d you come from, maniac?

It’s sweet when Tarık Akan does it.
When I do it, I’m a maniac.

- I popped out too fast, right?
- Uh-huh.

- Let me try again.
- What a pain in the neck.

Ah where is it, where is she?

On the ground.

You’re unbelievable. I tripped
and fell because of you.

You’re getting on my nerves.

Why don’t you go have fun
with your relatives?

- I won't.
- Why not?

I belong here with you.

I don’t take up much space.
I’m a little thing.

Tiny and sweet.

Just look at you.
Appealing and ugly at the same time.

What are they doing here?

- You’re clumsy, aren’t you?
- And you’re clingy, aren’t you?

I need to go walk alone
in the woods if you’ll let me.

- Goodbye.
- Don’t be silly.

This is a forest.
You’d be asking for trouble.

I already have.

I really need to go. Okay?
Goodbye.

Bora. Beloved nephew. Bora!

How far have we walked?

I hope he’s not lost.

What are you doing?

I was hungry so I brought a sandwich.
I’m dropping crumbs on the ground.

Why?

So we can find our way back.
I read it in a story.

May God spare us trial by child.

What a pity.

Nephew, where were you.
My heart’s racing.

And I broke out in a rash.

What are you doing here all alone?
You dear boy?

Nothing. Just standing around.

Thank goodness I’m done.

Young people are full of passion.

Don’t let us disturb you.

No, no. Stay.

You’ve misunderstood.

I want into the forest to walk alone.

He followed me because it’s a forest.

I said I wanted to be alone,
but he said no.

I started singing to myself.

I thought I’d just squat for a moment...

...by myself. I wished I had a guitar.

I was peeing.

Oh.

It’s normal.
You’re only human.

Oh no! A bear!

I must protest, Nurse.

What was in your sandwich?

Honey, Dad.

There’s more if you’re hungry.

Thanks to you, we’ll be eaten,
not eating.

What are we going to do?

I’ll handle it.

Leave it to me.

Don’t leave it to me!

Wait! I know what to do.

If we play dead,
it won’t touch us.

Keep still, everyone.

That bastard. He ran away.
Run! Run, Muhteşem!

Run away!

Oh my God!

My God!

I’m old enough to retire.
How can this be happening to me?

Get rid of that bread, Son.

No. It’s a sin to waste bread.

Throw it away.

Muhteşem, there’s a bear on our tails.
What are you doing?

Throw it away!

Muhteşem.

What happened? Are we safe?

Thank God. We’re safe.

Guys, are you okay?
I was worried. Are you okay?

I was so worried.
How are-- Oh my God!

We’re fine.
You dropped your manhood.

Bora, let’s go.
We’ve seen who’s what.

Nurse, come with us.
There’s room in our car.

Let’s go.

- Muhteşem, I’m sorry I yelled at you.
- It’s nothing, Uncle.

Come along.
Let’s stick together.

It’s still dangerous.

We should act as one.

Act as one?

I’ve had it!

I’ll try one more time, Mum.

Nope, it’s just not happening.

It doesn’t scare or poop.
We tried everything.

I’m going.

It doesn’t get scared.

Yeşilyurt Tailor’s.

- Have a good one, Hamdi.
- Thanks, Marif.

Bora, say a prayer.
And enter with your right foot.

This place will be yours.

In the heart of Yeşilyurt,
right in the center...

...a great shop.

How much would it sell for today?

About 60,000, Bora.

Marif.

Marif.

Where’s Marif?

What are you doing there?

Marif.

I heard you were here. I brought
the rent from the shop next door.

It’s him again. Rıza.

What rent, Rıza?
Off you goo.

Go on. Get going.

What’s he talking about?

"What rent?" you ask.

Marif, the things you say.

My boss is asking, Marif.
If you pull the plug on Grandad Salih...

...God grant him a long life...

...and then you stick someone
with this little shop...

should he give the rent to you or
to the guy you stick with this shop?

Put that hand down.
Go on, Rıza. Off you go.

Look, he won’t go.

Why should I go, Marif.

Now that I found you give me
two minutes to explain.

Marif, my boss is being wronged.

You know how you divided
this shop in two.

Well, did you know that both shops
use the same electric meter?

Because of that, my boss is getting
really high electric bills.

Marif.

The shop was divided. Into two.
That’s why this has happened.

Get out of here.

What’s done is done.
Let him show the deed to the shop.

Now get out of here.

- But the guy you stick with the shop—
- Shut up! Get lost.

- We need to discuss the electricity.
- Get out of here.

Take the rent at least.

I’ll take it and give it
to its owner.

Bora, shall we have a kebab together?

Eat up, Uncle.
Don’t divide it with me.

What a joker.

I divided the shop in two.

So he needles me about
dividing a kebab.

Let him have his fun.

He’s right to, Hamdi.

Oh, Hamdi.

Rıza.

Rıza.

Shall we discuss this rent issue?

Brother?

Why’d you call me on my phone?

I told you I wanted to chat.

Right.

Tell me. Which is better?
Germany or this place?

There’s no place like this place.

Then come back.
Is Germany such hot shit?

Speaking of shit...

...I clean people’s shit in Germany.
I’m a toilet attendant.

You...

...what did you just say?

What do you do?

I clean up shit.

My beloved brother...

Remzi Çirci, the brother
who most resembles our mother...

...is cleaning up after people
in Germany, you say?

Hans comes along, takes a dump,
and my brother comes up with...

...a napkin. Is that right?

Well, not exactly. If you say so.

What can I say, Remzi?

It pains me. What can I say?

What can I say?

Sometimes I can’t even face
my own shit.

I flush and leave without looking.

But you’re right in there
with others’ shit.

And they eat fatty foods.

Don’t go back, Remzi.
Don’t do it.

You’re staying here.

We’ll put the house in your name.

You can run the shop with Muhteşem.

You’re my favorite big brother.

Hicri.

Hicri.

Good morning, darling.

- What are you doing?
- Ahh!

You again.

My heart stopped.

I can’t allow that.

I’m not done with that heart.

Don’t touch that.

Why do you care?
It’s Grandad’s plug.

Your Uncle Vecdi’s looking for you.

It never ends.

You’re at each other’s throats.

I’ve never seen such a family.

Really.

There’s something I wonder.

Has your family...

...always been like this?

No. We used to not to be like this.

Not at all, when I was little.

I had a great childhood.

I’d play ball in that garden
the whole day, all sweaty.

Dad would grill things.

My late Dad was quite the grill chef.
He was so proud.

The women performed in the kitchen.

We’d sit at the table for hours.

My uncles would tell funny stories,
for hours.

Then what happened?

Grandad went to the night club
like always.

Dad scolded him.

Grandad was furious.

They had a terrible fight.

Grandad threw us out that day.

Dad was real upset.

Then we went to Istanbul.

Dad loved it here.

He couldn’t manage in Istanbul.

After a few years he died
of a heart attack.

That’s how I became an Istanbuler.

Dude.

Dude, huh?

You don’t say, buddolia.

We’re finally speaking the
same language, homie.

We sure are, mate.

You’d better get going.
I’ve got work to do, chum.

Alright then, bub.

Fine, hadji.

Take it easy, babsicle.

Thanks, pard.

See you later.
Take it easy, kankiletto.

Kankiletto?

I just made it up.

Sorry.

My aunt turns into a Greek
in a taverna when she’s mad.

- Are those walnuts?
- Yes, walnuts.

Ticking off "walnuts".

You two look so alike.

I’ll pay you one wage from now on.

I’m not kidding.

Hey, little lion.

Don’t get cross because
I don’t pay you. Okay?

You’ll grow from a seed
to a nut seller. Go on.

Get going, guys.

Back to work.

Call me when you make delivery.

Come along, Muhteşem.
This is your grandad’s shop.

Measure it well.
The whole place.

God grant me patience.

What’s going on?

Me and my son are taking the
new shop’s measurements.

Muhteşem, do what I said.
Measure everything.

Tomorrow, or even sooner...

...this shop will be yours.

The chickpeas are still hot.

Freshly roasted.

Muhteşem.

Don’t touch anything.
Go outside.

I’ll go outside and measure
the front of the shop.

Let’s see how many thousand cm it is.

He doesn’t know how to stand straight.
How could he run a shop?

- Greetings.
- Welcome, Attorney.

- Thank you. I looked into the
title deeds as you requested.

Your father has a property
you don’t know about.

- Have a look.
- Let me see.

Good-bye.

A house in Darende...

...and a field.

Oh my God.

This changes everything.

- I’ll go check it out.
- Oh really.

Go off on your own and try
to claim them as well, will you?

I’m coming too.

- Jerk.
- Fool.

- Loser.
- Moron.

- Idiot.
- Douche.

- Tool.
- Dumbass.

Asshat.

You come too.

Look after the shop.

Besim.

Have your apprentice mind
my shop for a couple hours.

Look, it’s so green here.

But there’s a...

...funny smell.

It’s mint. Look.

What do mean, mint?

It must be stinging nettles.

Oh really? Look.
It doesn’t sting.

- Empty words.
- Whatever.

The soil must be fertile.

- I wonder who lives here.
- It doesn’t matter.

What are you doing?

Oh my God.

Greetings, auntie.

See you.

We want to talk to your husband.

When?

Now?

Where?

Who where?

My husband.

That’s what we’re asking.
Where is he?

I don’t know. He’d visit the boys.
This year he never came.

She’s nuts. Nuts.

Cut it out.

Auntie, there’s an important matter.

Could we come in and talk?

Let’s talk. About the goods?

Yeah. See, she got it right away.

To use to sell?

First we’ll use it.
Then we might sell it.

What’s with all the locks?

Come in.

Come on in.

Come in.

Ow!

I’m fine.

There’s a thorn.

It pricked me.

If you want to try it,
I’ll get you a sheet.

A sheet?

We won’t stay.
We live nearby.

- We’ll go, right Marif?
- Why would we stay?

Let me get straight to the point.

The law of the jungle doesn’t apply here.

Even if it does seem like a jungle.

The house you live in is ours.

I don’t understand.

What’s not to understand, Auntie?

The house you’ve been living in
for years rent-free...

...belongs to us.

I mean...

...by "us" I mean all of us.
Everyone in Malatya.

What are you saying?

Auntie, let me congratulate you.

But why?

We...

...are from the Malatya Association
for Rejuvenating Yards.

M.A.R.Y.

M-A...

...R-Y.

MARY.

Let us congratulate you on...

...your beautiful yard.

Write it down.
Their yard is beautiful.

Marif, what should I write?

The goods, you say.

You were rocking so nicely.
Why’d you stop?

- Please rock.
- The goods, you say.

I...what happened?

Could I have some water?
My throat’s dry.

For the love of God. Please?

Please.

Marif, what’s going on?
What’s all this about MARY.

Brother.

- Who’s that man?
- Father.

Don’t change the subject, Ma--
Oh no!

Let’s go quick. Father didn’t believe in
birth control. You know that.

If there are other heirs even I
wouldn’t know what to do.

You’re right.

- Let’s go.
- Let’s go.

Welcome, brother.

No, no, no.

Not brothers.

We’re from MARY.

Hey.

No going without eating.

We ate just before we came. Thanks.

Look here.

We won’t let you go until you eat.

What?

You’ve gone to so much trouble.

Trouble? What trouble?

You came all this way.

How could it be trouble?

Brother...

...you look familiar...

- ...but who is it?
- Me?

When I was young they said I
looked like Çüneyt Arkın.

Let me show you.

I’ll thrash you!

Okay, okay. Why’d you do that?

Well...

...I did a great imitation
when I was young.

Hilmi.

Come here a second.

People are all alike in the end.

They asked the camel why
its neck was crooked...

...and it replied,
"What part of me is straight?"

Sorry we made you wait.

Mum made trotter.
I hope you like it.

We adore it.

Trotter is a life philosophy.

It sure landed on its feet.

Brother, are you okay?

I’m fine.

Dig in.

Do you eat marrow?
There’s head, too.

What about cheek?

We had our fill of cheek.
That is, before we came here.

- We’re from MARY.
- What?

He’ll eat it.

Cheek, heart. It’s the stuff of life.

It needs more salt.

Brother, add some salt.

No, it’s got enough.
I seasoned it.

Don’t piss me off, Arif.
Add some salt.

No more salt for the trotter.
Tell me...

...is it not salty enough?

We’re from MARY. MARY.

I’ve got something to say about
the seasoning in this house.

You never add pepper.

Shake on some pepper.

Add some salt.
Or else I’ll kill you.

I’ll kill you without
a backward glance.

- Salt it.
- Add some salt already.

You’ve salted away plenty.
Add some if you dare.

Hey!

You disgrace me in
front of our guests.

- Oh no.
- How many times have I told you?

No pulling out guns at dinner.
Haven’t I told you that?

We’re from MARY.

Guys...

...you’ve been saying MARY all day.
What are you up to?

Are you here to get some grass?

Why would we want your grass?

We’ve got our own.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

We grow our own.

Grow your own, huh?
Competitors, are you?

Who sent you? Huh?

You working for Tahir the Fox?

No. Or is it yes? No.

Open up. It’s me.

Open the door.

The police are coming.
I burnt all the grass.

- We’ve got to get out of here.
- Run away.

Run. And burn down the house.

Go.

Don’t burn down the house at least.

Shut up.
Now get going.

We’re from MARY.

Get up, brother.

We’re MARY. MARY.

Why won’t you understand?

Marif.

Where are you?

Oh boy!

What kind of mint is this?

It’s pungent.
It’s filling my lungs.

Marif. Don’t go alone.
Where are you. Come to my voice!

Where are you?

I see you.

What’s that?

How does it float through?

My head’s spinning.

Spinning fast.

Snap out of it.
Brother, snap out of it.

Oh no.

Quick, let’s run away.

The cops are after us.

- Run, run.
- Run.

- Step on the gas, Marif.
- I’m stepping on it.

- Step on it, Marif.
- I am.

- Step on it, Marif.
- I am.

Step on the gas, Marif.

Something’s missing.

- There’s no steering wheel.
- Why not?

It’s not here.

All I ever had was a steering wheel.

And they stole it.

How can I live without it?

It must be here somewhere.
Look around.

What was it like?

Well, it’s a...

...cute, round thing that turns.

Is this it?

- Does it turn?
- It turns a little.

We’ll have to make do.

What kind of road is this?
It never ends.

I feel queasy, Marif.
Drive slower.

I haven’t driven yet.
It’s psychological.

You feel driven.

My head feels all funny.

Marif, my head is terrible.

You really do have a terrible head.

What’s that?

What are you doing here?

Aliens!

They’re here to abduct us!

What aliens? Get out of the vehicle.

These Earthlings won’t follow
your orders, E.T.

- Out of the car!
- Shoo. Shoo.

Marif. I see an unnoticed spot.
Let’s run over there.

Come on.

Go!

- Brother.
- Brother.

We’ll hide here.

We might go days without
food or water, Marif.

- I’m scared.
- Don’t be scared.

They’ll never find us here.

What are they doing?

They must be high from
all that smoke, Commander.

- Take them into headquarters.
- Yes, sir.

Sober up.

This is delicious.
Have you got any more?

- What were you doing in that house?
- What were you doing in that house?

Look here.

Are you making fun of me?

If you keep acting so rude
they’ll beat you in the barracks.

Listen, brother.

We’ve been monitoring that house
for months.

You were in that house.
Stop grandstanding.

Grandad was there?
Really?

I didn’t see him.
I’d tell you if I had.

- I didn’t see him either.
- Nobody was there?

Not even my midwife.

She was there at my birth.

Then she was gone.

Midwife!

Where have you gone?
You abandoned me

God give me patience.

Pay cents for patience.

One more word--

No criminal records, sir.

Good. Throw the dopes inside.

Jail them until they are...

...able to make a statement.

Hang on, commander.

I get a free one. Can I?

Good lord.

I should get one.

Brother.

You’ve got a head for this.

- Really?
- Yes.

I’ve got a head for this.

Look at that head.

Didn’t I tell you to keep
eye on it?

Perhaps it was scared when it pooped?

Türkan, are you listening?

My battery was low.
I went to recharge it.

Was I supposed to wait
here for a goat to poop?

You’re just like your grandad.
Dependent on a plug.

God give me patience.

Hello.

Hodja, the goat pooped
when I wasn’t there.

Could it have been scared?

Its poop would be curled.

I’m checking, Hodja.

Praise the lord. It’s curled.

How is the animal looking around?

Like my mother-in-law at my wedding.
Staring blankly.

Staring blankly?
It wasn’t scared.

It should look around like a tyrant.

Bring me its poop when it does.

Thank God I’m beloved in Malatya
and they know we’re innocent.

Marif, not a word to anyone
about that house.

Last night never happened.

Night? What night?
What are you talking about?

- Dad.
- Hey.

Look. Muhteşem came.

To your health.
Your hair looks great.

Thanks.
Thanks, Muhteşem.

What did you say to the others?

I said you two went off to dry fruit.
Nobody suspects a thing.

- Really?
- Really.

Good for you.

Nothing major happened while
we were away, right?

Kader broke a plate.
Nurgül squabbled with my aunts.

Oh, and Vecdi cut a deal
with Remzi and Bora.

What!

Mutiny, huh?

My pick-up’s going to speed
for the first time. Get going.

Turn this way.
Turn this way.

Like this.

Dear nephews. Let’s check to see
the agreement is complete.

Come along. Marif, look at that.

You slimeball!

You waste of space.

I don’t believe it, Vecdi.

Did you put them up to it?

Brother, what happened to your head?

Watch out.

I’ll shoot anyone who
makes fun of my head.

Let’s get right to it.
What’s going on here?

We saw you were up to no good.
So we sorted it out ourselves.

And we’d noticed that you...

...always end up with the biggest share.

You don’t believe in equality.

Equality?
What’s that supposed to mean?

Like you founded Cuba, you pimp.

No cursing.

I’m warning you both.

Just sign this and we’re done.

Got a pen?

A pen?

- Marif, could we use your pen?
- Sure.

I’ll fetch a pen from the house.

Let me see that.

They stuck me with the poplar grove.

My shop’s gone.

Come along, Marif.

Hold on a second.

I know just what to do.

Keep cool.

Watch as I call Üzerlik.

Oh my God.

Darling.

For the love of God, Üzerlik.

Run and give Nurgül the news.

She’s going to stay here
in Malatya with you.

Brother...

...that hair...

It happens. It happens.

Come with me.

You’re staying here with Remzi.
I’m so happy, Nurgül.

Hicri said we’ll move next door.

We’ll raise your child together.
I won’t go anywhere.

We’ll do everything together.

What’s Germany anyway?
There’s no place like Malatya.

You and me. The sisters-in-law.

Remzi!

Remzi!

Unless we go to Germany tomorrow...

...I’ll not only divorce you,
I’ll tear you to pieces

Stay here with them!

Look at them. A dope and an idiot.

Reach agreement tonight.

Tomorrow we return to Germany.

I abstain.

It fell through again.

Another crisis.

Remzi, since you’re leaving tomorrow,
let’s reach an agreement.

Here’s the deal:

Me and Marif will run the main shop
and share the profits with you.

The rent for this house is also yours.

If we get a share of the main shop,
I agree. Deal?

I think we have a deal.

I get the main shop.
Vecdi gets the house.

Bora gets the second shop.

God is great.

We stick Marif with the poplars.
I get the main shop.

You get the rest.
All of it.

Sounds good to me.

Let’s eat something.
I’m hungry.

The main shop goes to you two.
I get half the house and small shop.

- Sounds good.
- Okay.

Bora’s getting greedy, Remzi.
The main shop?

- That’s not equal.
- Hicri gave it to him.

Did I? Or is it a tactic?

We’re back to square one.
The three of us united.

We’re not. They’re sticking me
with part of the small shop.

It’s not equal.

Sounds good to me.

Uncle Vecdi?

"No way," I said.
He ran off and cut a deal with Hicri.

So it’s you, me and him together.

- Who’s that, Marif?
- I don’t know.

I’ve been meaning to ask.
Who are you?

He doesn’t know either.

Bora, me and the goat.

It’s not equal.

We’re not.

- Enough!
- Sounds good to me.

Enough.

The poplars to me, shop to you

He’s sets off for Germany tomorrow.
Go to bed. Go on.

Off we go.
I kissed Father.

Now it’s your turn.

Time to go.

Remzi, we can talk on the phone
or through WhatsApp.

I thought all night.

My big sister can use my vote.

That’s great.

We can’t thank you enough.

You’ve entrusted your vote to me.
Remzi, don’t worry about a thing.

Vecdi.

It wasn’t nice of you to do that
to your big brother.

Darling?

- What’s wrong.
- Nothing. I’m fine.

Just great.
I’m ready. Let’s go.

Nurgül, are you having labor pains?

I’m fine, just fine.

How are you? You look well.
Here’s a present. Come on.

Let me kiss you, Marif.

I hope to see you in Germany.

I’ll come and stay for three months.

It’s coming.

Our son’s on the way.

It’s not coming.
I’d know if it was.

I’d let you know too.

Let’s go to Germany.
Come on. Germany.

She’s in pain.
She doesn’t know what she’s saying.

Muhteşem, get behind the wheel.
Remzi, come with us.

Hicri, Marif. You come too.

There’s no need for me
and Bora to come.

No way.

Leave you here with your two votes?
You’re coming with us.

- Come on. Get going.
- Take the kids inside, Kader.

- Okay.
- Hurry.

Go on inside. You too.

Hicri, I’m here.

Bora.

Muhteşem, why didn’t you
shut the door?

Do you expect me to shut it?

He doesn’t hear me.
I’m old. How can I shut it?

Mum.
The car won’t work.

Straight to the hospital, Muhteşem.

- No. To the airport.
- Darling, baby’s on the way.

- The baby will be born in Germany.
- Like Germany’s such hot shit.

It’s not hot.

Enough of that anyway.

We need to get to the hospital.

We’re going to the airport.

There’s a fork coming up. Decide.
This is a German car.

If you give birth in it?

What are you talking about?
Drive to the hospital.

To the airport!

Careful, Muhteşem.

Does he think it’s a video game?

I’m not used to this.

Bora, let’s have them drop us
off at home.

So you can make a deal
with Bora, right?

Pass them already.

Listen...

...if I’m thinking such a thing...

...may God strike me down. A truck!

A truck!

I’m dying.

You!

Why’d you stop?

- Why’d you stop.
- I ran out of gas.

- Nurgül.
- Yes?

- I’ll get to the point.
- Okay.

What a wonderful person you are,
agreeing to give up Germany.

The airport!

- Is it okay if I beat Uncle up?
- Go right ahead. Beat him up.

It’s not safe here.
They’re pulling out the knives.

- Don’t be silly.
- I want out.

Oh, darling.

Look at this beauty.

Remzi.

With this baby, I could
be happy anywhere.

Really, darling?

Let’s stay in Malatya, okay?

That’s fine with me.

As long as we’re comfortable
we can stay here.

The house and shop are ours, Remzi.

What a sweet little thing.

Sweet as his mother.

Right, darling?

Exactly.

Good news, Mum.
Nurgül gave birth.

Who cares.
What good does it do us?

Listen. I’ve got some real news.

Son. Ivan scored three goals.

A home life’s done him good.

He did a hot truck or hat trick or something.

You’re kidding?
That’s great

Put him on the phone.
Let me congratulate him.

- I’m up in the stands.
- Okay. I’ll call him.

Mum, keep an eye on him.
They’ll be swarming him now.

Don’t you worry.

Bora, it’s a boy, right?
That means another heir.

Don’t be silly. He’s 3 hours old.
How could he get a share?

I’m hanging up. See you.

Of course you’ll see me.
I’m your mother.

I know you’re my mother.
See you.

Good grief.

Pervin?

Hi. My Aunt Nurgül had a baby.

Hopefully you’re next.

If I can find a girl who doesn’t mind
my being from Istanbul.

- There are lots of girls in Istanbul.
- You don’t say.

You’re beautiful when
your tongue is sharp.

You should see me curse.

- What are you doing this evening?
- I’m free.

Idle hands are the devil’s workshop.
Have dinner with me.

You won’t stop, will you?

Nope.

I get off at 5:30.
There’s a tea garden called Yeşilgöl.

Let’s meet there at 6:00.

- Are you serious?
- Don’t make me repeat it.

My passionate words finally
tricked the coy one.

Oh, merciful God.

I give up.

Only a monster could scare it.

What are you doing here?

Ah, a goat.

It got scared. And pooped.

Praise be to God.

Was it constipated?
I’m so happy for you.

Türkan.

Bring a bag, Türkan.
It finally pooped.

Mum, don’t bother.
Look at the news.

The hodja’s a fake.
It’s on the internet.

Let me go.
I’ll cast a spell on you.

I call on Susokka and Meta
on Drogba and Dembaba

- Those are footballer names.
- I’m going to pass out.

Mum, what are we going to do now?

What? We’re in deep shit.

Hello?

Hey, Ivan.

I’ve been calling you.
Why didn’t you answer?

I didn’t hear it.

- What’s up?
- What’s all that noise?

I made a new deal.
You’re not even here.

I’ve got a new manager.
I’m at his pool party.

A new manager?

A couple of goals, and now this?
Are you selling me out?

Calm down.

You’re uptight right now.
I’ll call you later.

Okay. Let’s stay calm.

I’ll be back in a couple days.
We’ll talk face-to-face. Okay?

You’re a little confused right now.
I see that.

What do you mean, neglected you?

Do you know what I’m
going through here?

Don’t do this.

Just like that.

I gave you six years of my life.
And you say you found someone else.

Don’t hang up. Just a--

Oh, Pervin.

What's wrong?
Where are you going?

Bora, goodbye. Leave me alone
from now on. Okay?

What’s going on?

Bora, if you’re seeing someone else...

- ...why did you chase after me?
- Some else--

Ah, that phone call?

I was talking to my footballer.
To Ivan.

Don’t try it.

Six years of my life, you said.
I neglected you, you said.

A footballer, you claim?

Here. Listen yourself.

I’m calling him.

Hello...

...yes?
Just a moment--

Stop it.

Bora, just to have some fun...

...did you have to break my heart?

What kind of person are you?

You’re all the same, you know that?

- Pervin--
- Don’t.

Why does everyone have it in
for me today?

So, my beloved family...

...princesses and esteemed elders.

How kind of you.

I’ll send it right away.
Wait a couple minutes.

I have asked you to gather today...

...because I wanted a relaxed setting...

...in which to remember the old days
of unity and togetherness...

...by watching a cassette.

- I’ll stick it in.
- Son, stop it.

- I’ll stick it in.
- My boy. Kader.

Mehmet.

Sit back down.

Why don’t you obey your father.

Unbelievable.

Why are you making me yell?

And in front of our guests.

Where’s the remote? Ah.

It’s Hicri’s wedding.

Uncle Hicri was so handsome
in his youth.

I’m still young, dear niece.

Where am I?
I haven’t appeared yet.

Oh my!

For God’s sake, Üzerlik.
Must you?

I’m such a beauty in that dress.

Wow.

Look at big brother Rıfat.

What a big, strong guy.

When he danced, all the
girls would watch him.

My brother was a lady-killer.

The bride and groom are ready
for the pinning ceremony.

The pinning has ceremony has started.

This ceremony is boring.
Let’s fast forward.

Why fast forward when it’s your turn?

Muhteşem, continue.

You didn’t take me to the wedding.
Shame on you, Uncle.

- Tsk. Tsk.
- What’s it got to do with me.

Hey! He took it back.

Shame on you.

I slipped on three bracelets
at your wedding. You thief!

What do you mean?

I wasn’t even married to Kader
at the time.

You stole all those years,
and then did it at my wedding.

I’m not letting you get the shop!

Oh really? Not so fast.

I’m the youngest.
And the shop is mine.

You’ve been living it up for years.
Now it’s my turn.

What about our rights?
I won’t hold my tongue any more.

What rights do you have?

Uncle is right.

You live off your wife.

Say something to your husband.

Enough!
Shut up!

What kind of people are you?

How’d you come to this?

I wish I’d never come.

You can keep your properties.

I don’t want a thing, Uncle.

Bravo.

It’s not property you want, it’s love.

- Whose property?
- My property.

What makes it yours?

Bora!

He’s got a constricted heart valve.

Same as his father.

The doctor says he needs a new valve.

How can we get him one?

I know where we can find

You’ve told us many times.

But tell us again, doctor.

Is there no hope?

Unfortunately not.

Alright. Let’s have a look.

Everything is fine.
You’re doing well.

- Thank you.
- I wish you a speedy recovery.

Thank you.

I hope you’re feeling better.

Oh?

You broke my heart. See?

Shh. Your darling is here.

Who’s my darling?

I’ll call her in. You’ll see.

Come on in.

Bora. It’s your mum.
What did they do to you?

What did they make you eat?
It was fatty foods, right?

No. I made chicken.
White meat is healthy.

I followed a recipe.

Do I have to defend myself?
Why do you make me do this.

- It was chicken that I—
- Kader.

- What?
- You’re out of control again.

How are you doing, Bora?
May he rest in peace.

- Exactly, Bora. My condolences.
- Lots of them.

What a dope.

I see what you meant by "darling".

How are you, Ivan?
Did your manager let you come?

It didn’t work out, Bora.
There’s someone new.

Super.

And who’s this new dickhead?

That dickhead’s your mother.

You hear that?

Shut up!

Shut up.

We should thank the family of
whoever gave me the heart valve.

Are they here?

They are. All of them.

But there’s no need to thank them.

Dad. Dad.

Now’s not the time.

If his heart kept beating,
it was for a reason.

Your grandad was waiting for you.

Wow.

- The valve is from Grandad.
- Yes.

You can’t beat that.

Fair play, fair play.
Don't pull.

Be careful.
Don’t wear yourself out, bro.

Don’t worry.
I won’t, homie.

Muhteşem, what has the meat done
to deserve this?

I’m afraid you’ll burn down
the poplar grove next. What’s this?

I plan opening an Internet café
in the grove, Father.

I looked around.
There aren’t any.

Ah, they’re calling.

Hello. Yes. I’m the entrepreneur
bringing the net to the grove.

The sujuk is perfect his time.

Really spicy.
Cook it last.

A butterfly again. Shoo.

I thought butterflies lived
for only a day?

Why have they been bugging
me for a whole year?

Mehmet, the pool is full.
Why is the water running?

Let me have that.

Have fun playing.
Don’t splash.

Don’t worry.
We’re using the plastic ones.

Time to eat!

Call everyone.

The birthday boy is here.

I’m lighting the candle.

Let’s blow it out together.

Look who’s here.

Let’s take a selfie.

- Ece.
- Dad.

Come over here.

They found gold in the grove.
It’s value went up a hundred-fold.

There won’t be an Internet café.

- It’s not equal?
- What’s not equal?

It’s not fair at all.
We have to vote again.

Right.

It’s just a grove of trees.
I’m not voting again.

It’s time to take what’s ours.
Let’s go.