01x08 - Episode 8

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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

[groaning softly]

[mellow music playing]

Oh, good morning!

Oh no. No alcohol.

I'm actually here today for some, uh,

cleaner, dishwashing liquid,
and trash bags.

Uh.

["Goca Dünya" by Altın Gün playing]

[bottles clink]

ADİL THE TAILOR

Good morning.

-[music stops abruptly]
-Hey.

Why are you sneaking up on me like that?

May I?

Sure.

-I've come to say I'm sorry.
-What for?

Since the day you showed up here,
I thought something was off about you.

I never believed that you were Adil's son…

[sniffs]

…and I... I tried to prove you were a fake.

I'm sorry.

[chuckles] No problem.

-I'd have done the same thing.
-Hmm.

A lot of wasted time, though.
You're all good.

-Yeah, I spent…
-Mm-hmm.

…a lot of time,
but I couldn't find a thing.

-You could've told us you were on the run.
-Would you have helped me, then?

Maybe. I could've tried.

[chuckles]

Again, I apologize.

What's that?

I brought it for you. It's a present.

A gift for me?
You bought a toy to apologize?

It's sort of a family heirloom.

Ah, pardon me.

Hmm.

You should keep it, then.

It'll get smashed
sitting around in the shop, you know?

-But I'm honored. Thanks.
-You're sure?

I am.

Huh.

Okay.

[footsteps approaching]

Hi there, Ms. Özlem.

I have the deeds
and contracts for Mr. Nadir.

Okay?

Looks good. There's a lot here. Good work.

[female robot] ID confirmed.

Thank you. There aren't many left now.

-Uh, is Servet gonna...
-How much do you want?

-Excuse me?
-How much money do you want for them?

I'm not looking for money, you know?
And if they stay, then...

I'm asking you,
how much do you want for your services?

Please, just take the money, and leave.

I believe I was hired by Servet, so…

Servet no longer needs someone like you.
Tell me, what's your price.

[exhales]

Ms. Özlem, there are more precious things
in life than money.

-Is that so?
-Yes.

Like what, then?

Family? The people you grew up with?

That lovely neighborhood?

How much is it worth to you? Hmm?

How about a healthy leg.

[footsteps approaching]

That's gonna be my price.

[Servet] Civan!

You're here.

-How are you?
-So good.

Özlem and I were just talking…

[Servet] Hmm.

-…about the deeds.
-Sit.

Ah, lovely.

-When do we start demolition?
-Up to you.

We can start whenever you want.

There are a few stragglers,

but we did get the block
that you wanted ready,

so we can start demolishing there.

However…

However?

You know Mukhtar.

He's impossible.

Well, now his daughter
won't give up the bakery either.

If he gets in my dad's head, and he will,

we don't get the soccer field,
but, of course, if you can talk to him…

I'll do it. It's taken care of.

-[all chuckle]
-One more thing.

Now what?

The tailor.

What about him?

He won't give up the shop.

I thought we fixed this.

Stain already took care of it.
Hold on. Here, I can show you.

[phone clicks to scroll]

Here it is.

Mm-hmm.

[suspenseful music plays]

That's not him.

Uh, I'll take care of this right away.
Right away.

[footsteps receding]

Um,

that photograph, uh, is he dead?

Don't worry. This is none of your concern.

We're going to take care of it today.

Good. Okay.

Dilara, I'm telling you.
He is not Adil's son.

-Who is he, then?
-I don't know, but look at this.

[gasps] Wow!

-Check the bottom.
-Hmm.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADEM

See? It belonged to him.

Wouldn't you remember
something this special?

-Well, he doesn't remember.
-[inhales] Where did you get this, Yakup?

No, that's not why I'm doing this, okay?

He didn't even recognize it was his.

Can you please just leave it alone?
Everyone has a dark period in their life

that they just don't want to remember,
and that's okay.

Like when you moved away
and left us all behind?

-[exhales]
-Okay, I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have brought that up.
I know that was mean.

Let me just ask you. Are you doing
all this because you're jealous?

Or does it really matter to you who he is?

What has he done to you?
What are you trying to prove here?

Listen, you need to stop wasting your time
on this nonsense!

Here's your tea.

Your turn.

Dilara, why don't you sit down,
so we can talk a little?

Sure, about what?

Ah, look, there's Adem.
Adem, come on, son.

Sit down here.

-[Shadow] You wanted to see me, Mukhtar?
-No, I didn't.

Let me get you some tea.

No, come on, sit down.
We have somethin' to talk about.

Sit down. Give me the dice. Come on.

All right, then.

Turan wants to talk about the stores.

He wants us to sell them to the developer.
So, go on. Let's talk.

I'm not saying to sell them.
I want to update them.

-Let's renovate the area.
-Where is this coming from, Turan?

My son started working
for the guy who owns this project.

He said they'll give us three times
more than what our properties are worth.

I'm not telling you to sell.
We transform.

In exchange for my house,
they're going to give me two apartments,

and four more
when they build on the soccer field.

That's a deal!

Exactly!
And none of this is making you suspicious?

-No, why?
-Well, he's a businessman, right?

If he's investing money in a project,
he thinks he'll earn more than that,

but how will that happen if he pays
everyone more than their land is worth?

Turan, the floor is yours.
Answer the woman, please.

I mean, I'm sure he must've
accounted for all those things, right?

You hit the jackpot, but you're screaming
at the sky, asking "why me,"

when you should be accepting it.
Just take it!

Mukhtar, we're the only ones left
in the neighborhood, anyway.

If we were going to sell the neighborhood,
why did we steal those bonds from Mesut?

Hmm.

[clears throat] Did I say "steal"?
Did you hear me say "steal"?

Did you?

I didn't mean...

When I said "steal", I didn't mean it
in a criminal way, you understand?

Look, I understand.
It's none of my business,

but do you mind if I ask?

-How long do I have to wait?
-Wait for what?

Mukhtar, I showed up an hour ago.

I rented a new apartment.

I came here
so I could register my new address.

You asked me to wait.

Oh no! I forgot. I'm so sorry.

I forgot

because this guy
over here is chattering away.

Come on. We'll go take care of it.
Come on. [growls]

Are you serious, Mukhtar?
This is important!

You know, Dilara,
you can be even worse than your father.

-What did I do?
-Eh!

[sighs]

Is that why they called me out here?

I had a lot to do.
I was cleaning and everything.

I should probably go
and finish up, you know?

-Mm-hmm.
-Bye, then.

Mm.

[exhales]

[whispers] Oh, sh*t!

Of course this is what happens
when you let those assholes live.

That's what you get. [exhales]

[Dilara] Adem?

-What are you doing?
-Oh, just having a... a rest.

Ah, so you're not hiding
from that man at your shop.

Oh, no. There's a man?

-[scoffs]
-All right.

Come on, come on. I don't feel like
working right now. Sit with me.

Aren't you tired?

Of course. I'm completely exhausted.
It was a mess in there.

The man never cleaned the place
in his life.

So, you're talking about your father?

Of course I am.
I just used to call him "the man."

I just wish he was here, you know?

I see.

I meant, "Aren't you tired
of always telling us lies"?

Because I'm tired of hearing them.
Please, just tell me the truth.

[sighs]

I'd like to…

but I can't.

I wish I could tell you
everything about me,

but it's just not that simple.

I'm afraid you'll look at me
in a completely different way.

I'm afraid you might hate me.

Mm.

I've never been more scared
of anything in my life.

[gasps] I understand.

I mean, I lost

two whole years of my life, you know?

No one asked me
how I was doing when I came back here.

Not even my dad.

Why?

I don't know. Maybe he...
he was afraid I'd leave home again.

So he chose to act like nothing happened.

And that was good for me, too.

I never told anyone about this.

I pushed everything so far away

that I completely forgot what happened.

If you want to tell me your story
before you forget it,

I promise I'll listen.

Yeah, but I don't think
I could forget any of this.

If you want to tell me what you remember,
I can't wait to hear it.

I'd listen to anything you say.

Hmm.

[sighs softly]

Come on, that guy left. Get up.

-Come on!
-[chuckles]

Dilara, when this is all over,
I'm gonna tell you everything.

And that girl you saw?

Nothing to do with me.
I just want you to know that.

[Dilara giggles softly]

That m*therf*cking as*h*le.

[door shuts]

[door opens]

[g*n c*ck]

[door shuts]

[footsteps approaching]

[exhales]

It's you.

[Mesut] Were you expecting someone else?

[chuckles]

He actually looks a little like you.

So, anyway, what is it you want?

My life back.

Oh, h*, h*, h*, h*. I'm afraid
you've come to the wrong place, my friend.

I'm in the wrong place? Really? Me?

This all started
when you took over this damn shop.

Are you drunk?

Yeah. Why aren't you?

Mesut, leave before things get bad.

You f*cked up my life.

Stay back.

Stay back?
What the f*ck are you gonna do if I don't?

I'm telling you, keep back.

I'm not responsible
for your miserable life.

Yes, you are.

Mesut, I said to stay back.

Don't make things messy.

sh**t me. Just sh**t!

Just sh**t! Stop staring at me, and sh**t!

You f*cked up my life.

You, Civan,

Özlem, that little b*tch.

Özlem?

Servet's lawyer,
that terrible woman, the blonde one.

What did she do?

Ah!

Now, I know
who you bought those flowers for,

you player.

You know,
I thought I had a chance with her.

She didn't say no.

She laughed at me just like you are.

Then she gave the flowers I bought her
to that smug sh*t Servet.

She gave the flowers
I brought her to that as*h*le!

Mesut, act like a grown man!

Huh? You're an adult.
You're not a damn teenager anymore.

They used me, man.

She took my g*n. They lied to me.

They made me the laughing stock
of the neighborhood, man.

Okay, I get it.

Servet has cheated hundreds of people,

but now you've learned
not to trust men like him.

I don't think
he even knows what's going on.

-What?
-It's all her.

Özlem's the puppet master.

She used me, then threw me out.

But was there anyone else with Özlem?

Yeah, why?

Maybe a bald, tall,
sneaky man with a beard?

How did you know?

Ha! Call Özlem. Get her to your shop.

Seriously?

Yes, do it.
Trust me. I have to talk to her.

She won't come.

She will if you say the right thing.

You say a contractor died,
and you must speak with her in person.

Why should I f*cking help you?

I'm saving your miserable life, Mesut.

Call her.

Go now!

[g*n c*ck]

-[Aslı] Bon appétit.
-[jazz music playing in background]

Aslı?

What are you doing here?

Huh?

You're sure Adem's who he says he is?

Okay, why do you ask?

You think I wouldn't recognize my friend?

What's this?

Hmm.

It's Adem's snow globe.

His father gave it to him.

I mean, that's what his mother told him,
of course.

[chuckles] He was sad because his friends
were getting toys from their dads,

so his mom bought this and said his dad
got it for him for his birthday. [laughs]

That poor kid. He was so excited for this.

-Hmm.
-She told him the truth eventually.

You can't run away from the truth.

The truth always comes out.

Hmm.

Where did you get this?

I got it from Adem's house.

When I gave it to him,
he had no idea what it was.

He didn't know anything
about this snow globe,

or that story you just told me
in surprising detail.

Uh.

-I've got a table. I need...
-Please tell me the truth.

There are thousands of Adem Yılmazs,
but not one trace of this one.

Tell me who he works for
at the newspaper, so I can talk to them.

You're clearly obsessed with Adem.

Do yourself a favor,
and leave this alone, okay?

This man is very dangerous!

You're the one who's dangerous.
Let go of my arm. You're hurting me. Ugh!

I'm sorry, okay?

He just showed up and stole the love
of my life, understand?

He's lying to everyone.

I have to know the truth,
so I can get him out of my neighborhood.

Oh! I see.

You're just jealous.

I feel sorry for you.

Listen, Yakup,
there's no such thing as truth.

There's only the things
you choose to believe,

and you can believe whatever you want.

That's the truth that matters.

You need to let this go.

If you keep digging,

it will only lead you to trouble.

[tense music plays]

Welcome, gentlemen.

You're the mukhtar of the neighborhood?

Yes.

Your name?

Mukhtar. [laughs]

My name is Mukhtar.

It's

family tradition. Mukhtar is

passed down from fathers to sons.

Some people inherit money or property
from their family,

but I got Mukhtar, I guess.

That's life!

Cool.

Uh,
and you're Civan's father, am I correct?

-Yeah.
-He's told me a lot about you.

What did you tell him?
Somethin' bad about me?

And why would I tell him
something bad about you?

Why are you talkin' about me
behind my back, then?

Did you tell him your mom
and I had a fight the other night?

Dad, Servet is my employer.

Now, why on earth would I say that.
Just listen to him!

-Listen, yeah.
-[Servet] Please, sir...

[Turan] Hold on!

Hey, now, no need to be formal, okay?
[chuckles]

Call me Turan.

You're like a second father to Civan.

And listen,
don't spare the rod with this kid.

I'm sure
we can make a man out of him together.

Turan, he's not your son's babysitter.

Just shut up.

Stop talking for, like, two seconds,
okay? Just stop.

We're listening, Mr. Nadir.

Well, as you know,
we've started a revitalization project.

Uh, many of your buildings are
a little out of date.

A little bit?
They're all absolutely ancient!

I had water leaking from the bathroom,
so I called the plumber,

and he said pipes were rusted through.
The money to fix it was ludicrous!

f*ck your toilet problem!

[sighs]

Shut up. Just listen.

And those are the types of problems
we want to solve for you.

Our intentions are not to tear
anything down, like your pipes.

We want to save them
before things start to fall apart,

and they become useless.

What if we don't want to be saved?

I'm sorry?

What if I don't want to
sell my house to you?

What then?

We will simply start demolishing
because we need two thirds of you

to sell to us, and we have that number.

So, even if you don't want to sell to me,

progress happens.

We're having this conversation,
so you can all still be part of it.

Hmm?

So, either way,
you're going to demolish the neighborhood?

It's not demolishing, renovating.

Look,
I'm offering you a chance at a new life.

It's hard to step through that door.

I know 'cause I've done it.

And believe me, it's worth it.

Gentlemen,

would you like to sign?

Since you're already here?

[exhales deeply]

Mukhtar, my new address...

Enough, for God's sake!
I can't believe you.

[exhales]
I'm in a tough spot. I need to think.

I'm trying to make a decision here,
and you won't even give me a chance

to think about what I should do.

Come on, please!

One minute! Just give me a minute!

[tense music playing]

[grunts]

I'll sign, since it seems
I don't have any other choice.

[Turan] There you go, Mukhtar!

I'm here.

[sighs]

[buttons click]

[phone line ringing]

[Shadow] Surprise!

-[door shuts]
-[lock clicks]

What do you want?

-To talk.
-Where is Mesut?

Forget about Mesut.

I guess I was weighing Servet down,

but he's sure as hell on top now.

Yeah. I'm glad you finally noticed that.

I thought you would change him somehow.

Instead, he's changed you.

Now, you're the one
who covers up his dirty work.

But I'm not like you.

I tried to stop him,
but it was too late to do anything.

[inhales]

Mümtaz was k*lled. Did he…?

Wow.

I never in my life thought
Servet would actually pull the trigger.

He'd usually call on me for that.

Ah, was it your idea
to have Stain tail me?

For your own sake,
you better start talking.

You wish.

And the man can't tell the difference
between his own head and his a*s.

He... Servet sent him
to k*ll the man at the tailor shop,

but he couldn't even do that.
The idiot shot and k*lled the wrong guy.

Who did he k*ll?

[phone buttons clicking]

Oh, sh*t, oh.

Relax, you're safe.

Now, he's trying to find the tailor's son.

[Shadow] Hmm.

He's after the tailor, huh?

Why does he want to k*ll him?

To get his shop.

He's a real problem for us.

He's managed
to convince people not to sell.

The project is that important to him?

Özlem, just tell me what's going on.

[keys jangling]

Take all day. It's fine by me.

We're not going anywhere until you talk.

Mümtaz, he… was working
with an investment company.

After he died,
they made a deal with Servet.

Mm-hmm.

We're going to tear down the buildings
and then sell them the vacant land.

-And what happens to the owners?
-Most of them will get nothing out of it.

People are giving their deeds willingly.
There's no cash involved at all.

After the neighborhood is leveled,

Servet can't be blamed
when it's not rebuilt.

So these people are screwed?

Yes, they are.

Get up, then. We're going.

Where to?

-What now? Are you going to k*ll me?
-No.

My plan is much better than that.

[sighs]

He's got photos of everything.

But there's not one of this as*h*le!

[groans]

MUKHTAR'S OFFICE

[Mukhtar] Let's go.

Hey, Mukhtar. We're going to Dilara's.

Go on, then. I'll meet you there shortly.

-Okay.
-[engine turns over]

Come on, now. Let's go take care
of your address. Come on.

So now you're ready.
It's time for prayer. We'll do it later.

Are you sure? Okay.

Mukhtar, where were you?

I'm here, now. How's things?

-Pretty bad.
-What's wrong? Did something happen?

No, it's not that.
It's the construction project.

We all just signed. [chuckles]

You did what?

Don't worry.
We didn't actually sell to him.

When the new buildings are done,
we get new apartments.

What have you done, Mukhtar?

-It's not like we had any other choice.
-[sighs]

We were the last to give them up.

It'll still be the same neighborhood.
I mean…

Then, we don't know
most of the people living here,

but we'll still have each other,
you know what I mean?

It won't happen.

Why do you say that? We'll find places
to stay until construction's done.

It'll be hard for all of us,
but I think it'll be worth it in the end.

It won't be, Mukhtar. There's no project.

-No project?
-Yeah, there's nothing.

Servet's gonna knock everything down

and sell it as vacant lots.

Bullshit!

But we signed the contracts.

What exactly did you sign?

Did you read them?

Obviously not. There was too much to read.

There were pages and pages to go through.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Oh, God! Oh, God!

I knew
there was something wrong with the deal

just by the way he was talking about it.

Just bla, bla, bla, bla, bla, bla.

He kept talking down to us
like we were idiots.

[shouts] Agh! Ugh!

I can't believe we trusted him. What now?

Now, you let me take care of it.

Servet and I are long overdue
for a conversation, anyway.

OPEN

[suspenseful music playing]

[ominous gong plays]

Hello. Surprised to see me?

[action music playing]

We have unfinished business, big boy.
Come on.

[both grunting]

Aw, what's that?
You don't wanna fight man-to-man?

You'll ruin my shirt!

[groans]

[growls]

I've missed the taste of blood.

I'm not interested. I have work to do.

Daddy, you're right here on time.

You should hear what Civan is saying.

He was just telling me you sold our house.

He's lying just so he can buy my bakery.

He's telling the truth.

-What do you mean, Dad?
-Dilara.

I told you, but you wouldn't believe me.

We went to see Servet, and it looks like
you're the only one left now.

Daddy, how could you go
and do this to all of us?

This neighborhood was everything to you.

[sighs]

He told me
too many people had already sold to him.

We'd be the only ones left
in a construction site,

and I trusted Civan.

I didn't know he lied about the project.

-What?
-No.

Wait. No, no, no. That's not true.
What are you talking about?

Adem told me.

Mr. Nadir is going to tear everything down
and then disappear.

Oh yeah, and how would he know that?

Of course he's trying to stop us.

Who the hell is he, anyway?

Let me get this straight.

So, you'd rather listen to a stranger
over one of your own?

Dilara, quit stalling.

Be smart. You're last. Come on, sign it.

There's still the tailor shop.
Adem will never sign.

Really?

I'm telling you he will.

One way or the other…
Servet is gonna make him sign it.

Oh yeah,
and how is he gonna make him do that?

Will he take him out by force?

Huh! What if I don't sign it?

You write a check?
Are you gonna threaten me, too, Civan?

What are you talking about?
Of course I would never do that.

[sighs] Okay.

Then, let's go and see
what Adem has to say about all this.

-[action music playing]
-[both grunting]

[Shadow groaning]

[screams] f*ck!

[Shadow] Okay, okay.

[groans]

[music stops]

[groaning]

[both panting]

All right, you win.

Make sure to watch your back, señor.

You wouldn't want to leave any witnesses.

-[grunts]
-[Stain screams]

Adem!

[Shadow panting]

[Dilara gently] Don't.

[groaning softly]

Are you okay?

[Shadow] I'm okay.

[groans]

[humming]

What do you want?

You here so I can beat the sh*t out of you
again, huh?

[clicks tongue]

I'm here to hurt

the man who hurt me.

-Are you sh1tting me? Go! Get out!
-[siren wails]

What's this?

What'd you do?

Hmm.

-[police radio indistinctly]
-Officers, what's the matter?

-You're coming with us, Mesut.
-I gave my statement.

Did he call you?
It was just a small fight.

He was talking sh*t about my mother,
but we sorted all this out together!

Tell 'em, Civan!

We did, didn't we?

We found a wallet with Metin Özdemir's ID.

ID CARD
METİN ÖZDEMİR

-Arrest him.
-Arrest me?

-What's happening?
-Your hands.

Metin Özdemir was m*rder*d.

Metin Özdemir? He was...

-Hmm.
-Is Metin dead?

You did this, huh?

You set me up! You're done!

Civan, you're finished!

I'm gonna cr*pple your other leg,
m*therf*cker!

You little b*tch!

-m*therf*cker!
-Get in!

You're done!

I'll get you! You think this is over…

-[siren honks]
-[car reverse receding]

[siren wailing]

Mukhtar, is Dilara here?

Nope.

Are... Are you drinking?

Yeah, I am. So what?

[Turkish folk music playing softly]

[sniffs]

Are you upset about something?

Yes, I am.

Why can't I be?

Don't you see?

Everyone's gone. It's all over.

They're going to destroy this place.

Oh, man.

Mesut couldn't do it.

So they got Civan to.

Civan? What does he have to do with it?

What do you mean by that?

Do you not know what's going on?

You call yourself a part
of this neighborhood?

Why aren't you paying attention?

We trusted him
with our homes. He tricked us.

And now, he's destroying the neighborhood
in the blink of an eye.

Mukhtar, no way.
Civan wouldn't do that to us.

[whispering] God.

[inhales]

They're going to
tear down the neighborhood.

All we can hope
is the project isn't a lie,

but if it is a lie, then I brought shame
to the Mukhtar name and title.

It'll be such a disgrace

if we have to leave this place behind,
do you understand me?

All of us will have to leave
the neighborhood.

Stop talking like that, Mukhtar.
You can't leave the neighborhood.

I won't let you. Where is Civan now?

I don't know where he went.

He said something
about the soccer field. He may be there.

-Wait! Yakup!
-Huh?

You forgot your file.

Oh, thanks.
I can't believe I almost forgot this.

When I come back,
we'll talk about it. Wait here.

Civan.

What the hell?

What have you done, you as*h*le?

What's wrong with me?

Are you crazy? You can't slap a guy
just because he's wearing a suit.

I can,
when that person f*cked us all over.

f*ck off!

You don't know anything.

We didn't take anyone's homes,
you understand?

-Everyone's getting paid.
-Who is "we"?

What money are you talking about?
They're gonna tear down this place!

Then, let them demolish
this f*cking neighborhood!

f*ck all of them!

I hope it stays a barren wasteland!

Especially this field right here.
I'm gonna demolish it personally.

I was so happy
when they destroyed the stadium.

Everyone was sad,

but I smiled as it imploded.

Then, my dad came
and built this f*cking pitch here.

I thought I'd never be free of this place.

So I said to myself…

it's mine now.

It was my own destiny, but it isn't.

No, Yakup.

This is not my f*cking destiny.

What's wrong with it?

The soccer field supported you.

Did I live off of it?

Did I live off of it?

This damn field took my leg.

I gave my leg to this place!

What did I get in return?
It took everything from me!

It took my life,

the girl I loved,

this place left me an invalid.
Can you even understand that, Yakup?

I don't care
if the entire place burns to the ground.

And I know your problem.

-You don't care about this.
-What do I care about?

Dilara.

Hmm.

So don't pretend like you give a sh*t
about the neighborhood.

[Civan] Ha.

And a stranger just stole her away.

He's already banging her, you know?

Civan!

Am I lying?

Where is Dilara? Hmm? Where is she now?

Can you guess which shop? The tailor's.

And she runs to him
anytime she has a problem.

She only has eyes for Adem.

Well, that's a tough situation
for you, my friend.

-You need to back off, now.
-Or what?

Huh?

What?

Is it hard for you to hear the truth?

-Do you really wanna hear the truth?
-Yeah.

Okay, then.

The neighborhood
didn't make you a cr*pple.

Your greed did!

You should've left the game
when your father tried to pull you out,

but you didn't.
You wanted the hat trick, yeah?

Because scouts from Beşiktaş
came to watch you.

Your father told all of us the same lie.

-What?
-Yeah!

You said
you wanted me to tell you the truth.

Your father talked to all of us that day.

The people from Beşiktaş came to watch us
today so we should play super well,

and you were the only one
dumb enough to believe him.

Why would anyone come to this sh*thole
of a neighborhood to watch us play soccer,

you f*cking idiot?

This isn't the neighborhood's fault.

It's yours.

You can't be mad
at this place or these people.

If you're gonna be mad at anyone,
it should be at yourself!

Got it?

There, live with that,

as*h*le!

That man inside, was he the one that
you've been running from all this time?

Yeah.

You were right.

I'm just so tired of lying to you.

Really tired.

When I took over this shop,

I didn't know I'd be getting
this whole new life with it.

I just needed a place to hide.

From who?

From the man inside.

Dilara, I'm not who you think I am.

-My name isn't...
-Adem.

You're wounded.

I've had worse than this, you know?

Why don't we go to the bakery
and dress your wounds, okay?

You go ahead.
I'll come after I clean up.

No, no, wait. Come on, get up.

I'm not gonna hurt him. Don't worry.

I'm just not strong enough
to walk to the bakery.

All right, I'll go grab some bandages,
but until I do...

Dilara, I'll be there, shortly.

[sighs]

I'm gonna tell you the whole truth,
whether you like it or not, okay?

I promise.

Go on.

CLOSED

[Shadow] Ha.

[groans]

[action music playing]

[grunting]

[choking]

-[thwacking]
-[screams] Ah!

[gargling]

[sighs] You, m*therf*cker!

[deafening high-pitched tone]

[muffled heavy breathing]

[tone stops]

Now, he's gotta be dead.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

[breathing heavily]

Where is Dilara?

I think we have more important things
to talk about, Yakup.

You're a stubborn b*stard.

You finally found out who I am.

[man on TV]
He started his career at Beşiktaş…

-[door creaks]
-…played 494 games.

His first game was against Fenerbahçe.

-It was a jubilee match…
-[door shuts]

…you could see his excitement.
Rıza was just 17 years old.

His nickname was the "Atomic Ant."

Now, today is his 500th game as coach.
Can you believe it?

It's been a long and consistent career.
Five hundred games as coach.

[man 2 on TV] Almost 1,000 in this league…

[man on TV]
Yeah, he played 494 games as a player.

If you include the cups and other games,
he played 650 matches…

[inhales] Everything was a lie, huh?

[man on TV] …retired at 37,
which is a very long career,

longer than most plan…

No one ever came to watch me play.

[man on TV] …smoking, alcohol… he never…

[whimpering]

And you told everyone.

I was the only idiot that believed you.

They must have really laughed at me.

And why in the world
wouldn't I believe you?

You're my dad after all.

And why would my father lie to me?

Sons are the ones who lie.

[sniffs]

You remember the old coach?

Coach Zafer.

I always pretended he was my father.

You never paid attention to me.

[sniffs]

In the end…

you're still my father,

and fathers don't lie to their sons.

[dramatic music playing]

[muffled screaming]

[Civan grunting]

[muffled screaming continues]

[muffled screaming stops]

[whimpering, panting]

Dad?

Dad?

[Shadow grunting]

-[grunts loudly]
-[body thuds]

[exhales]

You're lucky.

It's hard to find
an empty grave these days,

even harder to dig one.
It's easy to fill, though.

[grunts] Don't worry.

[shovel thwacks]

[frogs croaking]

Hey!

Huh!

We're burying all our secrets.

What?

Here's the deal.

[dark music playing]

You promise
you won't tell anyone about the file.

I won't say anything
about the man you k*lled.

Come on, throw in the file.

[sighs shakily]

[dark music intensifies]

[vomiting]

[coughing]

[panting]

It's normal on your first time.
Just try to think of something else.

See you later.

Where are you going?

I've gotta settle unfinished business.

Agh!

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

Yakup!

I was watching the frogs.

What?

Then, I threw up.

Yakup, what... what's going on with you?

What happened? Come on! Pull it together!

I am, Dilara.

I'm seeing things clearly
for the first time.

I love you,

more than you know.

I know that I'm uneducated,
but I could read a book for you.

You left one time, just one time.

You left, and I was destroyed.

Mesut took me in. I stole.
I did all kinds of sh*t for him.

I'm so afraid you'll leave me again.

I'm so afraid
that I don't know what I'm doing.

But today…

Today, I feel…

I love you so much, Dilara.

Please don't leave me.

I knew it.

I knew
the locks wouldn't be able to stop you.

What? Did you miss me?

Of course I missed you.

Come here. Give me a hug.

-[dramatic music plays]
-[g*n c*ck]

You're angry with me.

Well, you did put a price on my head.

I did it to find you.

To k*ll me.

[Servet] Quite the opposite.

[liquid pouring]

I don't think
we have anything left to talk about.

[glass clinks]

[sighs]

Actually, we have a lot to talk about.

-Mm?
-Hmm-mm. I don't drink anymore.

Wha... [laughing]

You quit drinking?

-Mm-hmm.
-[laughing]

You've changed.

You, too.

[inhales] What are these?

Some new buildings.

Not important.

Ah, construction, huh?

There's actually no construction.

They wanted me to clear the area,
and I'm doing it for them.

Who did?

-Why are you even asking me about this?
-Well…

I wanna know who you're trying to please
by hurting an entire neighborhood.

Never mind. Have your drink.

You may need it when you hear
what I'm going to say.

Here.

-You don't trust me.
-Nah.

I don't wanna listen to you anymore.

Your family...

Don't even start with that.

-[Shadow] My dad k*lled my mom.
-[woman screams] Let me go!

Then I k*lled my dad.

Right?

Right, but it's...

You should've told me
about this years ago.

And you knew my father.

So,
why don't you stop wasting my time, hmm?

I know everything.

[chuckles] Mm.

You don't.

Hold on.

[clears throat]

[drawer shuts]

Mm. Your ID.

You've kept this hidden
from me for all these years.

Why would you give it to me now?

When you left me,

all my secrets came to the surface.

Your father's death

kept haunting me.

I made mistakes

and I need to tell you the truth.

You want redemption?

I don't need it.

And you don't care who you are anymore?

I have a name.

I know who I am.

I don't need a piece of paper.

Uh, actually,
if you wanna start doing the right thing,

you could hand over all the title deeds
to the project.

What do you want those for?

'Cause you want them so badly.

Consider it compensation
for my stolen life.

[clears throat]

[Shadow]
I'll take the deeds as your apology.

Listen to me.

You haven't changed a bit,
always the same greedy b*stard.

-[clears throat]
-I don't need your damn confession.

Look…

[clears throat]

…it was my fault he died.

The world doesn't revolve around you.

Uh?

Servet, you know what's wrong with you?

Your pride is your worst sin.

But, I'm sure you don't even notice
that anymore.

Shadow, I'm responsible

for what happened to your family.

Where is my money?

It's upstairs.
I'll go get it for you right now.

Good. I'll come with, huh?

Maybe we'll get you a cup of coffee.

Well, uh…

Your wife doesn't know, does she?

But I'll bring you the money.
I promise.

Okay. Get it. Go on. Listen,

I'm going to the office.
Make it quick.

Move it.

[exhales]

So,

my mom died because of you.

Shadow, your mom...

You k*lled my mom, huh?

-You made me into this.
-[shouts] Shadow!

-Proud of your work, huh?
-[grunting]

-Where are the deeds?
-Shadow.

I'm not gonna ask you again.
Where the f*ck are they!

[groans] The drawer.

[groans]

GÜZELCE AREA TRANSFORMATION PROJECT

TITLE DEED

Servet,

I'll ask this one time.

Where's she buried?

She's buried?

Servet.

Oh, your mom's not dead.

[swooshing]

[exhales]

[groans]

What...

What did you give me, as*h*le?

Shadow,

I need you to listen to me.

Servet, where is she?

Put the g*n down.

Servet, where is she?

Shadow, put it down!

-Servet!
-Put it down. Talk to me!

Servet, where is my mother?

Put your g*n down, now!

-Servet, where is my mother?
-Put it down, Shadow!

[g*nsh*t booms]

[silence]

["Goca Dünya" by Altın Gün playing]