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[narrator] Dyson air purifiers that improve air quality

presents Güncel with Murat Sırdaş.

[Sercan] Hello, Mr. Murat.

First of all, it's been a very busy week.

There have been unprecedented developments,

and things are heating up.

Since we opened the file, shock waves have been felt everywhere.

I mean, things are pretty crazy.

Yes, indeed.

I'm going a little crazy myself.

Who knows when I last slept? I don't remember how to sleep anymore.

I might be getting at most an hour of sleep a night.

Overall, I doubt I've slept more than four hours since the series started.

[Sercan] We don't want to miss anything. We're at such a point right now,

it's like something is happening

- every minute, every second. - Exactly.

Now, without further delay,

I want to share our latest revelations about the Basmacigil family

with our viewers.

THE BASMACIGIL FILE

We may not know much about the Basmacigil family,

but we do know they were attacked this week.

But everyone already knows this.

- [Sercan] The villa was attacked. Yes. - Let's say the villa,

one of their houses, was raided by unidentified attackers.

- [Sercan] We're sorry to hear that. - Exactly.

Of course, we extend our sympathies.

We're glad to hear that, luckily, no one was hurt.

At least we have that information.

There were reports about the guests there.

Nothing happened to them.

None of the guests was injured or killed.

- [Sercan] There is no information - Still, as usual, we have…

- about the family. - …nothing on the Basmacigil family.

- Nothing on the family. - Nothing. Why? Why is that?

How is that even possible?

Is the Basmacigil family okay or not, man?

[Sercan] The house of Türkiye's most prominent family

was machine-gunned, and we have no details on it.

So yes, we do have some fragments,

but we can't connect them

- or it would just be gossip. - [Sercan] Yes.

But, thank goodness

we now have some solid details about their trip we mentioned last week.

So, you'll remember that the Basmacigil family boarded their jet and flew off.

- [Sercan] Yes, to an unknown destination. - Well, everyone except Leon Basmacigil

was on that mystery flight.

But now, we know where they went.

- They were in Miami. - [Sercan] Okay, then.

Try to guess the meeting they went to in Miami.

- [Sercan] A meeting? - Yes.

- What meeting? - Guess which meeting that was.

What meeting? I'm pretty sure it wasn't the climate crisis summit.

- We don't know. - [Sercan] Oh, I see.

- We don't know, Sercan. - [laughs]

We can follow their tracks to a point, but it's always a dead end.

We don't know. How could we? We haven't got a clue!

Yeah, they boarded a plane to Miami.

We spent nights without sleep to confirm that.

Still, we don't know where they went in Miami.

We know nothing about this meeting.

Usually, it's our job to know,

but we don't.

[Melike sighs] 3,400 photos.

How are we ever going to identify this guy?

I mean, we don't even know who we're looking for.

Are we making a mistake somewhere?

We did wrong from the start, Melike.

- Name a price. Hundred grand? - A hundred grand.

Fucking shit.

Open the file.

We need to start somewhere.

I'm 3.5 million in debt because of these photos.

Let's look at it, even if it's all pointless.

I'm begging you.

I'll be making payments for the next six months.

Six months. The entire thing will be done.

We'll find the guy, everyone will forget everything.

And I'll still be paying off my debt.

Still.

Open the file already, and let's look.

Didn't you use the company's credit card for that payment?

No, I asked you, and you went like this…

So, I used my personal card and billed the company.

I was trying to stop you from offering 100 grand.

100 just came out of my mouth. What was I supposed to do?

It did the first time. But why did you offer 100 grand to everyone?

I don't know.

People must have heard that was the going rate.

- If I offered 50 grand… - No one set a rate.

You offered 100 grand to all of them.

I initially offered that to Selahattin. I didn't mention anything after that.

- So why did you hand out 100 grand then? - I don't know.

If we offered 50 grand each,

- the total would be 1.75 million. - But you made the offer.

Here's the file.

Go on. Please, let's take a look.

[sighs]

- [Melike] Not him. - Nope.

- Not him. - No.

Sixty grand each would come to 1.8 million.

- [Melike] Not him. - Why did I offer 100 grand?

- No. - Not him.

Nope.

Nope.

No, not him.

Hold on.

[♪ jaunty music playing]

Fucking shit! It would be better if I just pissed in my pants.

That just went all over me.

Turbulence.

We're descending. We hit some turbulence.

I pissed all over myself. It's everywhere.

[music fades]

- I feel really sick, Brother. - What the heck did you take?

Sure. These jolts can be nauseating.

I mean, it's because of the eyes.

The body knows it's in an aircraft. The body shakes.

The brain gets confused and can't tell what's happening. But this is normal.

I mean, the plane will shake a little more because of the turbulence, right?

Some argue that bigger aircraft are less affected by turbulence,

while smaller ones are.

That's incorrect.

Well, they're massive. Picture how big they are.

No wonder they shake.

Proportionally, they don't seem to shake as much considering their size.

Well, if size determined how much it shook,

it would then be way too much.

Seriously. You would be shocked by the experience.

Fuck, man! What are you talking about? Huh?

What are you saying?

What the heck are you on about?

Ömer, I feel quite sick.

What the… What's happening?

Did we land and then take off again?

How much more turbulence?

You know, turbulence during takeoff and landing…

For heaven's sake, Hasan, just be quiet, or I'll punch you.

Shut up already.

[music resumes]

- Not him. - Nope.

- Not him. - No.

[sighs]

- [Melike] Not him. - No.

- Not him. - Nope.

- Not him. - No.

- Not him. - Nope.

Excuse me, dear.

[music stops]

Excuse me, dear!

- What was her name? - Hostess.

Ms. Hostess!

Ms. Hostess!

Yes, Mr. Ömer.

How much more of this? We all feel sick here.

What's the matter?

- Turbulence. - Turbulence, right?

- See. - [Ömer] Oh, turbulence.

- Exactly. - That's what I meant.

How much more of this turbulence?

Do you have any information?

Our pilot is trying to land, Mr. Ömer.

Trying? Trying what exactly? What?

Can't he find the runway? What?

[hostess] There was a problem

- concerning the runway. - What?

What kind of a problem?

- That is all I know, Mr. Ömer. - Send the pilot over here.

- He can explain what is going on. - Are you serious?

So, you want to see the pilot while we are in midair?

- I'll take a look, Brother. - Take a look at what?

Sit down. Sit down!

- Which way is the cockpit, ma'am? - [Ömer] He asked where the cockpit was.

Hasan, please stop annoying me. Sit down.

I'm struggling to cope here. It will be over soon. Come on.

Miss, you should also take a seat and buckle up.

- Be careful. - Okay. Can I get you anything?

- No, not now. Thanks. - Okay.

[music resumes]

- [Melike] Not him. - [Orhan] No.

- Not him. - No.

- Not him. - No.

Nope.

- No. - Not him.

Nope.

This is crazy.

- What the heck is happening, man? - Brother, I'm begging you. Ömer…

- Let's take a look. - Hasan, you take a look. You…

[music ends]

- Not him. - Nope.

- Not… - Nope.

[Hasan] What's the matter, Captain? Why can't we land?

[captain] Mr. Hasan, you can see the runway down there.

- Are we supposed to land there? - Oh, it looks pretty short.

But hold on, it'll look longer as we get closer.

- Right? - No, not really.

This is for small planes.

Ah, prop planes.

Props can land there.

So why didn't we take a prop plane? Don't we have one?

Sir, we have a prop plane, but we would never make it this far.

Why not? A prop plane would be fine for this trip.

Trust me, it wouldn't. It would take forever.

It would be a grueling journey.

No. Our prop plane has comfortable seats.

- The prop? - Yeah. The prop is good.

It's comfortable.

Well, the fuel in the prop would never be enough.

Well, fuck that prop plane!

Prop, prop. How many times do you need to repeat the damn word?

I don't give jack shit. Give me a proper explanation!

- The runway is too short, Mr. Ömer. - Ah! Hear that?

We're right back at square one! You've been blabbering on this whole time.

Listen up. Since we're descending to the island,

what if you flew really low, as if you were going to land on water?

The wheels would touch down at the start of the runway.

- Isn't that enough? Won't that work? - Yeah.

- We might go off the runway. - We might?

Meaning that we might not?

I could give it a try.

Should he try? What should he do? Say something, damn it!

- Say what? - No, Brother. It's not worth the risk.

- Let's head back. - What do we tell father?

We tell him that we had to return because of the short runway.

A short runway is just ridiculous, man.

It doesn't make any sense.

Father would never fall for that.

That's so dumb. The runway…

We need a plausible excuse.

- Say… Say something, Eren! - What am I supposed to say?

What have we been talking about here?

What are we trying to figure out?

The damn plane might crash soon!

- Isn't this bothering you at all? - Nope.

Not him.

No.

- Not him. - Nope.

Sorry, Captain, but this is your bad.

Did this runway shrink overnight?

You could have checked!

Captain, what are you listening to?

Look, my brother Hasan is talking to you.

- Please speak up, Hasan. - Okay, but I have nothing more to say.

Will you please continue?

True. You're right, Mr. Hasan. I apologize.

We left in a hurry,

and this is certainly not one of our usual routes…

What? You're apologizing? Seriously?

You didn't do your job and now you're sorry…

Get up and fuck off! Fuck off right now! You're fired!

So, you're firing a pilot in midair? You fucking idiot!

Stop swearing. Everything is recorded by the black box. It's recording.

Um, okay. I'm going to try again.

Return to your seats and buckle up.

Come here. Buckle up?

- Are you giving us orders? Huh? - Motherfucker. Tell me, man.

- You can't boss us around! - Are you a complete idiot? Fuck you!

Remember the black box!

I just told you there was a black box on board that records everything!

We might die today, and Father will listen to this! Fucking…

What the heck are you doing here, huh?

- Shit, man! The turbulence… Get out! - Okay. I'm starting the descent.

Good luck.

[♪ Latin music plays]

[music ends]

[Ömer] Who would have thought we got to Nauru by plane, huh?

At least he found the island! The pilot…

Fly any farther and we would reach fucking Australia!

It's all because of my father. Him and his antics.

Go straight to Nauru.

This is not like a flight to Antalya. This is "Nouro".

So where is everyone?

Is there nobody to welcome us at this motherfucking airport?

Brother, remember the plane went off the runway.

They were probably waiting for us.

We must be heading toward them.

It doesn't feel like a proper welcome

- when we arrive on foot… - [distant gunshots]

- What's going on? What was that? - [alarm wailing]

[Eren, Ömer] What's going on?

- Gunshots, man! - Brother.

Is there a wedding or something? What the fuck is going on here?

Man, I hear gunshots coming from everywhere!

- Maybe it's some feudal lord's wedding? - Fucking shit, man!

Fucking hell. You think this is Urfa? We're in Nauru! This is no wedding!

- [pilot] Mr. Hasan! - Brother, stop. Maybe wait here for now.

I think gunshots are also coming

- from that direction. - Oh, Father!

You sent us right into a war zone, Father!

- What do we do? - Look, that's our pilot coming.

- He's running from something. - They're after the pilot!

- They are going to kill us. - Men are after him!

They will kill us!

- Not him. - How many have we seen?

There are 3,400 of them.

Nope.

- Mr. Hasan! - Is he calling us?

Stop there! Don't come closer! Stop!

[Eren] He's calling us.

- [pilot] I heard an announcement. - Oh.

- The military has seized power in Nauru. - Fucking shit!

- Fucking shit! - [Hasan] When?

- I just heard it on the radio. - Who said so?

A coup in Nauru.

Just now…

Just now…

Fuck Nauru, man. Come on, we're getting out of here.

- Move! - Mr. Ömer,

we can't go anywhere on that jet.

Why can't we use the jet? Is it a single-use model?

Are you saying it's disposable?

This is our private jet, right?

Why can't we use it to get out of here?

Mr. Ömer, we went off the runway, and the tech crew left

- because of the coup. - Sure. He's right.

- I'm now going to find us a small plane. - [distant gunshots]

- Oh, you mean a prop plane. - Fuck your prop plane!

- Prop plane. - Okay, fine.

- I'll find a prop plane. - Yeah.

I'm going to figure out a way

- to take you to Australia. - With the prop, uh-huh.

From there, we'll book a jet to fly you back to Istanbul.

Fucking do that!

Take us from Australia…

- to fucking wherever! - Mr. Hasan. Mr. Hasan.

- Oh, Father. - So, what do we do?

- You head back to where you came from. - Where to?

Yes, I'll look for a plane. You go back the same way.

I'll be back to pick you up with a plane. Be vigilant!

I'll fuck you if you don't come back for us!

- [gunshots] - Hey!

[Hasan] Ömer!

Get up. On your feet, you idiot.

It makes no difference if we're in Nauru or not.

I'll beat you senseless!

- [Hasan] Ömer! - Up you go! Stand up!

- [Hasan] Brother! - [Eren] Don't leave me behind! Move!

THE EIGHTH FAMILY

21 HOURS LATER

- Not him. - No, it fucking isn't!

Maybe you should call it a night. You've already undressed.

- [sighs] Not him. - Nope.

- Not him. - No.

- Not him. - No, it's not.

- Not… Not him. - No.

- Not him. - No.

- Not him. - No.

- Not him. - Nope.

- Not him. - No.

- Not him. - No, no, no.

- Not him. - Nope.

[Melike] Fuck!

[Orhan] No, not him.

[Melike] We've got our guy, Brother.

[Murat] Oh, and you know what? Listen to this.

For some mysterious reason, our dear family lands in Nauru

just before we receive reports of a military coup.

Listen to me, Sercan.

Is this God working in mysterious ways? Can we say that?

What happened? Is it a coincidence?

All of this just before the presidential election.

I mean, right before.

The family arrives on the island, and the military takes control.

- What kind of coincidence is this? - Father, we got him.

We got our guy.

I remember seeing him outside the house that day.

We got him.

Melike, how does this guy know so much about us?

Erol Basmacigil, I have one question for you

- about all of this. - I don't know.

Do you regard yourself as a textile giant or not?

If you see yourself as one,

then what business could you have in Nauru?

Um, so you got the guy.

Um, we got him. What do we do?

Wait.

No spooking. Just watch him.

We're doing that.

- Leon is looking into him. - Hmm.

Personal details, location, and phone records.

Soon, we'll have everything on him.

Any news from the boys? They haven't called yet.

No one called me… us either.

[Ömer] To fucking hell with "Noura"! Fucking shit!

We almost died after flying halfway around the world, Father!

Goodness sakes! You insisted we go to "Nouru".

It's not like a trip to Antalya. We flew to "Nouru" and back.

What the heck are you doing here, Son?

You wouldn't believe what happened, Father.

We land in Nauru, okay?

We arrive, and there is a coup.

Armed forces, security measures,

the whole shebang.

We were lucky to find a plane to get us out of there.

- So you returned because of a coup? - Yeah.

Father, it wasn't just a small incident, it was serious.

We almost didn't make it.

A coup, Father. A coup.

Son, we were the ones behind it!

- What? - Son,

don't you remember talking about this in Miami?

- Where? - He just told you. In Miami.

Not that. When and where did we talk about the coup?

Son, why did we go to Nauru?

Wasn't it to set up shop, Father?

Are you all morons? Did you think we would go that far

- to open a shop? - Why did we go there?

Goodness me.

Son, the shop was just a cover.

The previous government had banned mining activity on the island.

- Huh. - A coup was planned.

The new government led by the new president we chose

was supposed to welcome us as investors.

We were to make a deal to extract lithium. Remember?

Fuck!

That was a damn fine plan.

I still don't get it. What is father talking about?

[Hasan] It's nothing. I remember.

To think you could handle this…

- We discussed this in Miami. - [Erol groans]

- I honestly don't remember. - We did.

Damn. If only I remembered…

Enough… Enough… Quiet.

Oh, Ugur.

My boys rushed back from Nauru fearing the coup.

What do we do?

- What next? What do we do? Tell me. - [gunshots]

- Well, Mr. Erol, we have a situation. - [sirens wailing]

Our guy was shot and killed for violating the curfew.

- What? - What is it, Father?

He's dead. Our guy was shot dead.

- Which guy? - Our guy.

[all] Oh!

How?

Um, how did it happen?

He was at the airport to greet your boys.

He waited for quite some time actually, but no one showed up.

He was shot dead while waiting there.

Um, Ugur, so what's next?

I will send you the CVs and photos of three presidential candidates.

But this is urgent. Really urgent.

We need to decide on someone immediately.

Because if we don't act now,

the junta regime will appoint its own candidate.

That is a risk we cannot take.

- Can we pull this off remotely? - What's that, Father?

That's why I wanted you to be here, Mr. Erol.

- We can't wait any longer. - Okay, then. Let's do it like this.

You send us the files.

- Father. - Send everything you have.

We'll discuss it among ourselves

- and make a decision. - Um, Father.

We left the jet back there.

- What? - We abandoned the jet.

Someone needs to retrieve it. You know, these things get forgotten.

Then…

- Listen, Mr. Erol. - Huh?

Things are touch-and-go here.

Honestly, anything could happen.

Hello?

Please ask them to retrieve the jet.

I have all my clothes and belongings in it.

Enough of your fucking clothes!

Okay, Ugur.

Um, we will let you know once we decide, okay?

Okay, I'm sending the files now. Okay.

Okay, okay, Ugur.

Thanks. Okay.

What now, Father?

We elect a president for Nauru.

- I'm famished, man. What do we eat? - Oh, good. Let's order something then.

Should we order?

- Brother. Falafel. - What?

- Pizza? - Huh?

- Falafel. - Falafel? Really?

We just returned from Africa. Who even wants falafel?

Now, listen carefully. This is very important.

I need your full attention.

Hear me out. Listen. Hold on.

This matters a lot.

Tonight, we will appoint a president of Nauru.

If we don't, the junta regime will.

We can't have a patriotic president.

- Do you understand? - Exactly.

Right, so focus on this.

This night is very important. This is a crucial matter for Nauru and us.

Look into every detail.

If one of us misses something, another will step in to point it out.

That's what I expect.

- Sure. Okay. - Is that clear?

So correct me if I'm wrong, Father.

The best candidate for us will be the worst choice for Nauru.

Bravo, dear. Precisely.

Hold on a second.

So, you all gathered here to choose the next president of a country?

- Seriously? - Yes.

[laughing] I don't believe you.

- Really? I don't believe you. - Ah! Come over, Akif!

- What? - Here I am.

I called, Mr. Ömer.

- But your phone was switched off. - Oh, Father switched it off.

- Hey, man! Back off! - Hold on.

Are we pausing the meeting

- to eat right now? - We can eat, Father.

There is nothing worse than a cold lahmacun. Take my word for it.

Um, please don't mind me.

I'll serve from here. Right over from this end.

Fine. You serve while we continue.

Who ordered the lahmacun? Did you order lahmacun?

Yeah, Father. It was me.

I ordered from your usual place.

Mr. Erol, I'll prepare you a spicy one.

- Yes, spicy. Spicy hot. - No, no. Nothing hot for me.

I always have heartburn afterwards. It's okay.

Akif, please give some to the missus. She should try it.

Miss, here. No spice for you. No spice at all. Here.

- Oh, no, thanks. I'd rather not touch it. - Um.

I could roll it for you, roll it tight, if you don't mind me touching your food.

No, thank you. That's okay, but I don't want any.

- Please enjoy. - Very well, ma'am.

- Dig in. - I'll have one.

- Ah, give one to Melike. - Certainly, sir.

Can we return to the subject, Father?

[Erol] All right. Um, what are your thoughts?

Father, compliments to the chef. Always the best.

This lahmacun is amazing. I swear, he's done it again.

I was asking for your opinion on the candidates,

- not the lahmacun, Orhan. - Oh.

[Hasan] Father, first of all, all three candidates are promising.

I mean, really promising.

The files on them are comprehensive.

But I'm not sure if we need to read a lot on any of them.

Isn't it obvious, Ömer? The second candidate looks like a rustler.

- I opt for number two as well. - Right?

Take a look.

- They are all sons of bitches. - Yeah.

- It's obvious. But… - Clearly. Great candidates.

Number two says, "Hey motherfuckers, I'm a son of bitch."

- You know what I'm saying? - Yeah.

So, you mean that in a good way. Right, Brother?

Meaning he will be on our side.

- So he is not good for us? - You're saying he's our guy.

What's so hard to grasp? Number two is our guy.

- I'm telling you to find him. - Um, if…

The guy who is bad for Nauru, will be good for us.

- Sure, that's true. - But I'm… Can you…

What kind of a guy are we looking for?

- I'm not too sure. I don't get it. - [Erol] Now, Son.

- We're a family here. - Yes, Father.

It's me who didn't understand.

- He's talking to me. - Fuck you, Hasan! I don't get it either.

- Just stop. - [Erol] Okay. I will tell you both.

- Hear me out. Listen up. - Do you want an ayran or salgam?

Look, I'm listening too. So, we're a family, right?

Yes, Father. We're a family.

This family is doomed, whoever takes my place,

we will lose everything.

- We will be in need. - Hmm.

Do you understand?

- Think of it that way. - I get it.

That's the guy we need.

- A crook. - A scumbag.

- A sleazeball. - A lowlife.

- A spineless jerk. - Fucking…

- Asshole. - A spineless jerk!

- High and wasted. - A drug addict.

- A complete liar. - Shifty.

- A rapist! - Motherfucking son of a bitch!

[Erol] A sleazy creature.

Sounds like Eren, Father.

- Fuck you, Brother! - [shushes]

- [Erol] Ugh! - I'm so sorry, Father.

Mr. Eren, here's a spicy one for you.

You get a spicy one for what you said.

Father, what do you think about number two?

Because, look, he has

- an astonishing criminal record. - Yes.

He has been investigated dozens of times,

- but he was cleared of all of those. - Yes. I know.

That's what caught my interest.

Who is your candidate, Melike?

Huh? Number two, Brother.

- The second page. There. - Two?

Look, Brother. See this? It mentions illegal fishing operations.

- Oh. - Oh.

Cargo smuggling along the Nauru coastline.

He's a real son of a bitch, and you can tell from a mile away!

- He's our fucking guy! - Wow!

Don't bother reading.

- You can see it in his eyes! - Geez!

- Brother. - [Erol] Now, as for number one…

There's something about number one.

I mean, he doesn't seem trustworthy.

Thanks.

I believe he's a backstabber. That's how I feel.

Um, there's only one left. You want me to share it? Do you?

- Forget that. - What are you discussing?

- Sharing the last lahmacun. - No, I've had enough.

- Share it, share it. - I'm good.

- Is there a napkin or a wet wipe? - Sure, sure thing, ma'am.

Here… Excuse me. Here…

Here… Here you go…

What about the third candidate?

Look, he attended boarding school in Europe,

then went to the UK for university.

- This one? - Yeah.

He did his master's degree in the US.

I mean, a tourist visiting Nauru is way more local than this guy.

Honestly. I kind of like him.

Father, if you feel good about him, I have no objections.

I'm done.

- Hundred percent. - True.

I'm thinking.

- Father. - Huh?

Should I order dessert while we think? Rice pudding? What do you say?

Oh, we can't wait that long. We won't stay much.

What about it, Father? Do you want some rice pudding?

I'm thinking.

What do you think, Melike?

- Well, I still favor candidate two. - Not them. I'm asking if you want dessert.

- Interested? - Oh, no.

Not for me. Father?

- No, I don't want any. - No, Father. Not him.

- I meant the second candidate. - Oh, I'm thinking.

- You, Eren? - I'm kind of torn between the two.

Dude, I meant dessert! Rice pudding!

Yeah, that's what I meant.

I can't decide whether to have a rice pudding or a caramel custard.

Caramel custard would be good too, but rice pudding…

- Let's have rice pudding, huh? - That works too. It doesn't matter.

- Okay, I have decided. - Rice pudding, Father?

- Listen… - Rice pudding?

Oh, enough of that! We're talking about the candidates!

Well, okay, fine. Order me one, too.

No hazelnuts on top, though.

- He's allergic. - [Erol] No hazelnuts.

So, number one is shifty.

Number three knows nothing about Nauru.

Number two… We go for number two.

I wish the best for everyone.

Melike, call Ugur and tell him that we selected number two as president.

Orhan, can you open the door a little? It reeks of onions in here.

- Sure thing, Father. Akif. - Definitely number two.

- He's the one. - It's obvious.

Father had a feeling about him from the start.

- [phone rings] - He pointed him out.

The bastard stood out.

The son of a bitch stood out. He sure did.

The fucking son of a bitch!

[Erol] It's true. You can tell.

Hello?

- [caller] Ms. Melike. - Who is this?

Congratulations on your new candidate. I wanted to be the first to call.

Who is this? How did you get my number?

Don't worry. We'll be meeting soon. Good night.

[♪ "Most Wanted" playing]

[bell rings]

- [Eren] Come on, Brother! - [Orhan] Hasan!

Come on, Brother!

- Duck, man! Duck! - Come on, bro!

Cover! Cover! Like this!

Punch, damn it!

[Eren] Brother, aim for the sides!

- [Orhan] What? - [Ömer] Crouch!

Look for an opening!

- Look! - The feet. The feet.

[Ömer] Keep your guard up!

[Orhan] Hasan! Look at me!

Why does he even bother boxing? He knows nothing! Nothing at all!

Not like that! Like this! Duck.

- Don't duck like this! - Hasan! Turn around! From behind!

- [Orhan] From behind! - [Eren] Punch the motherfucker!

- Punch the motherfucker! - [Orhan] Not from the left!

You're such a terrible boxer!

- Fucking heck! - [Ömer] Hasan!

Defend! Defend yourself, motherfucking idiot!

- [Ömer] Defend! - [Orhan] Cover!

Yeah, like that!

- Cover! - [Eren] Hasan!

Hasan! Brother!

- Good job! Good job! - Jab him!

- Jab him! Here! Come over here! - You know nothing about boxing!

- Nothing! - Motherfucker!

Motherfucker!

Motherfucking bastard!

Strike! Strike!

- Move those feet! - Get closer.

- Closer. Jab him! - Duck your head!

- He forgets to duck down! He won't do it! - He got a bad blow. Real bad blow.

You won't stop shouting.

- Huh? - Hasan. Hasan.

Listen, I already had a plan, but when you,

Ömer, and the audience start interfering, I get really confused.

- Hasan… - Hasan.

He has a weak left. You insist on attacking from the right.

If you land a few left jabs, his guard will break.

It'll be over quickly.

We could be home in half an hour at most.

No, Brother. It won't be over in half an hour.

You can leave if you have things to do.

The game is pretty intense right now.

Man, just listen to me, and it will be over.

[Ömer] Exactly. You do as he says, Hasan.

- Do it. - What?

- What do you mean? - Is this your advice?

- What? What… - His strategy is all wrong.

Take a moment to catch your breath,

- and I'll explain. - Wrong strategy?

Water! Is there no water?

- Mr. Eren took the bottle. - Where is it?

- Give him water. Where is it? Eren… - Wrong strategy.

- Give it… - If it's dry, you get your own water!

Psst. Open wide. Don't drink too much.

- Enough. Stop. - Ah. Not too much.

- Listen to me carefully. - Watch, Brother. He's showing you.

What do you do?

Jab, jab, hook.

- That's what I've been doing. - Keep doing that and get punched.

- Is this supposed to be boxing? - Your strategy…

For God's sake, your strategy makes no sense.

- You call this boxing? - It's boxing, of course.

I know what I'm talking about. Get out of here!

- What I'm suggesting is jab, jab, hook. - [Hasan] That's what I'm doing.

Listen, kid, if your opponent drops his guard, go in with a cross.

Exactly. Do that. You do that, Hasan. Keep doing that, bro.

- Well, yes… - I can't hear anything right now.

My ear… I hear nothing, coach. Take a look.

You don't need to hear. Look at me now.

Jab, jab, and then strike him whenever you can!

- This one. - [Orhan] Be on guard.

Stay alert… Take a look at this now.

Stay alert… On guard. On guard.

Okay, Brother. I'm heading out, all right?

Where are you going? Wait a bit longer. It's almost over, Sis.

I have a lot to take care of.

It's fucking dragging on.

Geez, how can a game finish with your strategy?

Keep your guard. Keep guard. Okay.

Look at me. So, you stand like this, and then come over here.

- I'm here, okay. Right. Look. - Round and round you go.

Then, you duck, strike, and step back. He misses!

Listen. Watch for the opportunity.

- Then, with support from the leg… - Okay. I got it. I got it.

…come in with an uppercut!

[Eren] What the fuck did you do, man?

- It was an accident. Brother… My hand… - Fuck you, man!

- Okay, Brother. Step back. - Motherfucking jerk!

- They're fighting! - You can't hit me!

Wait! Wait!

Orhan. Öm…

Orhan!

Um, one sec, I'll be right back.

Ömer.

[♪ rock music playing]

Ms. Melike.

How are you? I'm Murat Sirdas. I have a program on YouTube.

What do you want?

Can we talk?

[♪ rock music continues]

Akif, did you make reservations?

Listen, it's always busy there, and I'm starving.

Um, yes. Yes, sir. I made the reservations.

- I handled that. - [Ömer] Huh.

I even placed the orders in advance.

The main course will be served piping hot the moment you sit down.

- Oh, good. - What fish did you pick, Akif?

Turbot, Sir. Turbot, turbot, Mr. Orhan.

- I ordered turbot. - Wow!

[Orhan] I'm already drooling.

Are you guys drooling, too?

What about you, Ömer?

Brother, I'm starving.

I haven't had anything.

I didn't ask if you were hungry.

I asked if you were drooling or not.

- I am drooling, Brother. - Oh, good.

- Eren, are you drooling? - What?

Are you drooling?

I'm plain hungry, Bro.

That wasn't the question, kid.

I asked if you were drooling or not.

My blood sugar is rock bottom. I'm too hungry to focus.

Stop winding me up, Eren. Are you drooling or not?

- I am. - Oh, good.

That's more like it. Hasan! Hasan! Hasan!

Are you drooling or not?

No, no, Brother. We boxers are used to these things.

There comes a point where you start craving it.

Hasan, are you drooling or not?

I don't have any aches or pains.

I have difficulty hearing in one ear,

but I can follow the conversation by reading lips.

- Mr. Akif! Akif! You drool… - Brother, it's okay.

We're all drooling, everyone.

We're all starving, and we're all drooling.

- Okay? - Oh, okay, fine.

Fine. It's all okay.

Will we have raki there? Should we have raki?

We'll all get a double shot each.

It pairs well with turbot.

- You know, let's add a little kick to it. - [phone chimes]

I received a message.

- What does it say? - Huh.

Aha! We got the guy.

It says "Orhan, I've located him.

He's been staying put here for some time.

We need to get there urgently.

I'm sending you the location." What should I say?

Which guy?

You know, the guy who broke into our house.

- Oh. Oh! - He found him.

We know his location.

- Okay. - What do I say?

Can't it wait? Tell him we're going for a drink.

- We're having raki. - Reply.

- Stop confusing me. Write. - Write what?

Just tell him what I told you. Text him.

Stop confusing me. Enough already!

- Oh, wait! I got another message. Look. - What does it say?

- Write about the raki. - "You need to get there right away.

We can't miss this opportunity. We can't afford to lose him."

- Is Leon forcing all this on us? - Okay, the other one.

- Send the location to Mr. Akif. - I'm sending you the location, Mr. Akif!

- We need to get there quickly. - Certainly, sir. Of course.

- [Orhan] Man, it's urgent! - [Eren] Is that Leon?

Are you looking at what he sent you?

Head that way! You got the location? Do you have it?

Yes, yes. I got it. I just received it, sir. Just now.

- Quiet, quiet. - We need to get there immediately.

- Like, now. - Step on the gas, go, go, go!

- We're going! - [Akif] Sure thing, sir.

We don't want to lose him.

Brother, can you please turn it to me? Let's see. Where is it?

What's wrong with having a little raki?

Just be quiet. For heaven's sake, be quiet.

Keep your mouth shut!

- Fine. The thing is, I'm starving. - I'm starving too!

We're all hungry, kid!

So, if we're all hungry, why don't we eat first? What's the hurry?

Bro, we need to get there fast! Stop asking about food!

- Can't you understand what's being said? - I…

Aren't you here right now, you idiot? What did Orhan just say?

Leon sent a message asking us to go there immediately to get the guy!

I really don't get it! What's so hard to understand?

Let's drive… in the van. We'll eat in the van…

Ömer, he means the turbot. To have it served here for all of us to share.

- Not that, bro. No. - That's not what he's saying, man!

Enough already with all your issues! Fucking hell!

Oh, they found him?

Bro, we don't even leave the van. We order, and it's served to the vehicle.

A drive-through.

Akif.

- Yes, sir. - [Eren] Take the next exit, man.

- We can get food there. - Most certainly, sir. Of course.

- Don't take the exit! Don't! - So, what should I do?

- Do I take the exit or not? - [Eren] Do it.

- [Eren] Just take the exit, bro. - [Akif] I'm taking the exit, sir.

I'm taking the exit.

- [Eren] Do it. Take the exit. - [Ömer] Don't!

- [Eren] Bro, hold on a sec. - [Ömer] Don't do it!

[♪ tense music playing]

Speak up.

Do you have any idea what ratings my videos about your family receive?

Have you ever taken a look?

Get to the point.

More than 2.5 million views in one day alone.

- The Nauru video. - So?

We thought the Basmacigil family made bathrobes

until the military coup in Nauru.

We have branches worldwide.

You should know that by now.

[chuckles] Opening a branch in such a small island nation…

I'm not too sure about that.

It's an island, Mr. Murat.

The population multiplies during the busy summer tourist season.

Yes, it does, but even that is nowhere close

to the population of an average district in Istanbul.

What do you want?

Live broadcast.

Live broadcast?

[♪ music intensifies]

Drive Through Service Max. 2.7 M

[music fades]

[employee through intercom] Welcome.

Welcome. Hello. Welcome.

Akif, get me a Big Mac meal.

Make sure they put extra pickles but no onion.

Big Mac meal, Big Mac meal, Big Mac meal.

- Bro, can you read Leon's message again? - [Akif] No onions.

- Extra pickles, extra pickles. - Add extra cheddar as well.

The meal includes an ayran, but I want an extra large Coke.

E-Extra… Uh… Cheddar, cheddar.

- Ayran. - Ayran.

Big Mac meal, Big Mac meal, Big Mac meal.

- With extra onion and cheddar. Ayran. - Ayran.

- Onion rings, onion rings, onion rings. - No, onion rings on the side! Separately!

No, onion rings on the side, onion rings on the side.

Onion rings separately. Onion rings, onion rings.

Uh, extra crisp tenders. Large fries.

- Crisps… Crisps tender. - Yes.

Crisps… Crisps tenders, crisps tenders.

- We have to get there urgently. - I've placed my order.

What are you having? What do you want?

Fucking shit, man! You're asking what we want?

Did you order all of that for yourself?

- We need to make a plan. - All right, we're doing that right now.

I'll fit in with your plan. Should I order something for you? Tell me.

Why stick to my plan? I don't have a plan for every situation.

- Okay, what are you having? - Order me a milkshake.

- Just that? No food? - Strawberry.

- Strawberry. - Yes.

One strawberry milkshake for Orhan.

Mr. Orhan-- Mr. Orhan… wants a large…

A very large strawberry milkshake for Mr. Orhan.

- Oh, my guy says he isn't moving. Why? - He says…

He's not moving. Why isn't he moving?

- It's obvious he's hiding somewhere. - Strawberry milkshake.

Strawberry milkshake, strawberry milkshake.

Okay. I suggest we make a pile of fries in the middle.

Oh, okay, kid. For heaven's sake. What am I eating?

I'll go along with your plan, by the way. It's a sound plan.

- A cheeseburger. Have a cheeseburger. - What should I…

What can I have? Okay, get me a cheeseburger.

- Make sure they add chili sauce. - They do a good cheeseburger here.

- Anything else, Mr. Eren? - Please let's do this.

- Okay. - As I pointed out, he's lying low…

So we use this image close to this location and…

For Mr. Ömer… For Mr. Ömer… A cheeseburger for Mr. Ömer…

What's so funny? I'm talking here. I'm talking to my brother here.

Why are you laughing? Honestly, tell me. What's so funny?

- [Eren] Just the burger. Not a meal. - A cheeseburger for Mr. Ömer.

Uh… Cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger.

- A cheeseburger for Mr. Ömer. - Let's go and park nearby.

- Okay? And then… - What will you have, Hasan?

- Yes. - I asked you what you wanted.

- What? - What do you want to eat?

- You keep going. Don't mind them. - One second, man.

- One second. One sec. - Yes.

[Eren] What do you want?

A triple cheeseburger for you?

Triple cheeseburger!

Okay.

He can't order in one go. He can't.

A triple cheeseburger meal for Hasan.

- For Mr. Hasan, a terrible… - Triple.

- Terrible cheese… - Hold on!

You tell me to order a terrible cheeseburger, and I do it.

That's exactly what I said, terrible cheeseburger!

All I hear is cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger, cheeseburger!

- Then you ask for strawberry shakes… - That was a meal. A meal.

Look, it's happening all over again! The same thing… The same, the same!

Okay. We first wanted the burger, but now we want the cheeseburger meal.

- Hasan wants a meal. - Cancel the terrible-- Terrible, terrible…

The triple is not canceled.

It's not canceled. Triple super meal.

- You know the terrible cheeseburger meal… - [Eren] Okay, we want the meal.

Add some extra-large fries to that. Did you ask for extra onions in mine?

Add extra-large fries. Extra-large fries. I ordered onion rings.

Did you order something for yourself?

- Get something. Place your order. - Cheeseburger, cheeseburger.

And for me… What do you suggest?

[♪ tense music playing]

The Basmacigil family is a prominent family worldwide,

and there are many unfounded rumors circulating about you.

I believe this is a perfect opportunity to put an end to all of that.

How can you come here with these requests?

From what I know.

I give you my word that I will reveal my source

in front of the whole family right after the live broadcast.

Oh, you expect the whole family to turn up.

Needless to say, everyone in the family must attend

because these concerns affect all of you.

However, we could leave Mr. Erol and Leon out of this.

They don't have to come.

You're so kind.

It's a simple offer, in fact.

You speak the truth, and I disclose a name in return.

Very reasonable.

Given all the rumors about the family and all the lies about you,

appearing on video would be a significant step to clear your name.

I'll come, but no one else.

I'll stay for half an hour, and you'll ask four questions,

all of which I need to see in advance.

All your brothers. 40 minutes. One thing leads to another.

Ömer, Hasan, and I. Half an hour. Three questions.

All the siblings. 35 minutes. One thing leads to another.

- I will never disclose the questions. - Forget it.

Okay. Revised offer.

Elect a spokesperson from among yourselves.

I will only communicate with them.

One of you answers the questions.

I will address only one of you.

I won't put the others on the spot.

But you bring all your brothers.

I want to see all of them in the studio.

We need to shake hands on this.

I'll think about it.

You'll be informed of our decision.

Now, please.

No live broadcast?

What the heck? What is this, boy?

You've ordered a ton of food.

Who's going to eat all of this? Geez.

I only ordered one for each of us.

Akif placed the order.

Sir, I only ordered once. Only once. Only once.

I only ordered one for each of you. Only once.

Well, this is the problem, dear Akif.

You say the same thing dozens of times.

This is why we got such a huge order!

Old habits--

You might have asked for onion rings about 30 times,

so now you have a mountain of them!

However, there is no chili sauce for me!

- It's a habit. - [Ömer] Habits aren't an excuse, man.

You need to stop this.

I wasn't informed, Mr. Ömer. I wasn't informed about the chili sauce.

How long until we get there? Can you please check?

It says 35 minutes now.

- Thirty-five minutes! - Here, take some of mine.

Okay. I wasn't asking for that.

- Why didn't you ask for chili sauce, boy? - Make do with ketchup.

No way. I asked for chili sauce. I told him a thousand times.

You got him to order everything but the chili sauce, kid.

- Should we make a plan? - Okay, let's do that. The plan is clear.

- Take this away from me, man! - Very nice.

The plan is set. There's nothing wrong with the plan.

What's the plan?

We park and hide the van somewhere close to the location.

We approach on foot. We don't know where he is exactly. The flat…

What do you mean by close?

Close… You know.

We park a few minutes away from the location and walk there.

Why didn't you get me any chili sauce? I always have the same.

I asked for one cheeseburger. I specifically asked for chili sauce.

- Onion rings, too. I didn't want… - It's 37 minutes now.

- Thirty-seven minutes. - Okay, 37 minutes.

All right, drive slowly then, Akif. He doesn't want to spill anything.

Give it. No, I'll have my own.

- Here. - We walk?

I swear I'll punch you, boy. Take him away from me.

- Take him away. - Calm down. Chill. Chill.

Let's make the plan, Ömer. Forget him.

- Brother… - [Eren] What's it like?

- How could you forget the chili sauce? - Use ketchup.

Ketchup is a bad choice. Why don't you understand, Orhan? It's bad.

- Listen, we still don't have a plan. - [Eren] What…

The plan is simple, Brother.

We drive there, park the van nearby, and stop.

That's it! Easy as that!

What's got you worried?

This isn't a bank robbery!

- We're after one guy! Enough already! - [Orhan] The guy…

[Ömer] Why did you forget the chili sauce?

- [Eren] Huh? - [Orhan] What?

Now it's 40 minutes! Forty minutes, man!

Okay, okay.

[♪ tense music playing]

[sighs] All right then. Fine. Thank you. Too bad.

Since I can't do the live broadcast, I need to change the schedule.

I'm thinking out loud here. What can I do?

Ah!

I made a video this morning about the presidential election in Nauru.

I might broadcast it.

I'm confident it will exceed 2.5 million views.

As they enjoy their lahmacun, people will be glued to their screens

to watch how a president is elected in Nauru.

You see those guys out there?

I could step out of this vehicle and tell them to bury this car

with you in it at one of our remote properties.

I will take such measures that no one will even wonder where you disappeared to.

Don't you dare threaten me.

[♪ tense music continues]

Translated by Selçuk Somersan