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I can't die. What a torment.
I can't die. Sakip.
What is it, father? Feeling troubled again?
I can't die, Sakip, I can't. I can't die.
Don't. We want you to get better, be up and about. Are you trying to die?
Find me Selim, Sakip. Bring him to me at once.
Who is Selim, father?
Do you hear me, Sakip? Selim. Find him for me.
I can't die. I can't.
I can't die, Sakip.
I can't.
LEMONADE
Uncle, listen. He quit running the coffeehouse 15 years ago.
They gave me an address, but they don't know if he is still there.
Everything has changed here. There is no truck garage.
There are cars going all directions. It is like a rally here.
There is the camping father mentioned, but nothing else.
Now, I... Do you hear me?
If I cannot find the bloke right away, should I come back? What do you say?
Who is it you are looking for?
-Salam aleikum. -Aleikum salam.
-Is this Mevlevihane Cul-de-sac N. 4? -Yes. Who are you looking for?
A man called Ali Rıza. He used to run a coffeehouse for truck drivers.
A Macedonian migrant. An old friend of my father.
They gave me this address, but no one answers the door.
-Do you know where he is? -He moved a long time ago.
-A long time? -Yes. Why are you looking for him?
I will find him and through him I will find someone else.
-I don't know where he moved. -Should I go back then?
No. I don't know where he lives, but I think he is now an imam.
-What? -Imam at a mosque.
-Imam? -Yes. Either as an imam or hodja.
Could it be another Ali Rıza? Mine is a smuggler.
Yes, smuggler. He repented. It is the same Ali Rıza.
-Which mosque then? -I don't know.
Too many mosques in Istanbul.
You'll search the ones in Suriçi. How many could there be?
Establishment Map of Mosques and Quran Courses
There are 166 mosques.
No, no one said anything, I read it on the sign.
Not in whole Istanbul, 166 mosques only in this neighborhood.
God knows how many in Istanbul!
How could I have searched all of them?
I am going from one to the other. My hands pruned because of ablution.
Not sure if I missed any. Lost track of it.
I did pray a lot. May God accept them all.
No.
No, I'm going to sleep.
I will sleep in the car.
I'm too exhausted to go to a hotel.
I will come back here to a small mosque for the morning prayer anyway.
Should I return if I can't find him tomorrow, too?
We don't even know if he is still alive. I have searched him a lot.
What?
What does father say?
Please tell me. Uncle? Hello?
Selim. How can I find a Selim in Istanbul?
As if everybody knows each other here. God help me.
Winter has come.
How did I forget the window open?
Thugs!
Hey! Let go! Who stole my phone?
Maybe they went this way?
-Here comes Ali Rıza. -Which one? The fat man?
-No. Next to him. In a jacket. -They all are in jackets!
-With the cap. -Thanks.
-Salam aleikum. -Aleikum salam.
-May God accept your prayer. -Thanks.
-Are you Ali Rıza? -Yes.
-You are? -Yes.
-Who are you? -Sakip from Bitola.
-My father, Suat sent me. -Suat? Which Suat?
-Trucker Suat. -Trucker?
He used to steer trucks. He quit 20 years ago.
-You don't remember him? -No.
Well, you turned out to be an imam instead of a coffeehouse keeper.
-This is all wrong. -I am not an imam.
-That's wrong also? -What is it that you want?
I am looking for Selim. Father told me to bring Selim.
My father is dying; on deathbed. Told me to bring Selim.
I said my uncle can do that. He'll know better.
"No," he said. "It is your duty.
Go find my friend Ali Rıza, he'll tell you where Selim is."
His mother's name is Fatoş.
-Fatoş you say? You mean Suat! -Sure. Who else?
-How do you know him? -Trucker Suat is my father.
-Your father? -Yes. Suat from Bitola.
I know him. You mean Long Suat.
-Yes, he is a tall man. -No, not so tall.
-He was a long-distance driver. -Yes, that's it.
He used to go to Russia, Moldavia. I was small then. Where is Selim?
He became a ball player. He's playing at
So Suat is dying, huh? What a man he was.
He'd say nothing would hurt him. He died, huh?
-No, he didn't. He can't die. -You said he did.
-No. I said he can't die. -You want him to die?
God help me, heavens no!
What?
-I know you found the right path. -You may say that.
I wouldn't want to I mean here by a mosque, but
-What's that? -For you. Father made it.
-Put that away. -It is for you.
-Don't make me start now! -What should I do with it?
Put that away. For me, huh? Did Suat make it?
-Yes, he did. -Fine. Still put it away.
Where is Selim?
Look ahead!
-Run back! -Shoot!
Ground the ball!
Well done.
Bravo!
Way to go. Very nice, boy.
Selim, come on now, come on.
Coming.
Come on guys.
Put on your helmet, boy. Don't ride bike without it.
Be careful. Ride slow. Be wise. Atta boy.
Got a minute, bro?
Yes, bro.
There is a Selim around here. Is that you?
-Why do you ask? -What's it to you? Is it you or not?
Who are you?
Sakip from Bitola.
The coach called out to you as Selim. But I still wanted make sure.
-Are you Selim? -Yes, I am.
-You are? -Yes.
I found you.
I will cut it short, man. I, Sakip, came from Bitola.
Father sent me to find and bring you. He wants your blessing before he dies.
We are brothers. We have the same father.
-What're you saying? -That's how it is.
-Are you fucking with me? -Sorry?
-Are you fucking with me? -Not at all.
Isn't your mother's name Fatoş?
-Isn't it Fatoş? -Don't get her involved. Bugger off.
Bugger off!
Isn't your father Suat the trucker from Bitola, Macedonia?
-He is my father, too. -I don't have a father. Go away!
Bro, where are you going? Where is he going?
NO PARKING
Bro!
PEACE
-Hey! -What? God!
-Who are you, man? -In God's name!
Are you a thief? Fuck you! Who the hell are you?
-Are you following me? -I did not, bro.
The warden of the football field told me the address.
You left, I lost you. I went back, we had tea.
Then he told me. I came and waited for you here.
-Why the hell did you wait for me? -I am not crazy about it, either.
I made 800 km to here and will make the same back to home.
I said, "Let uncle Fuat go." He said, "No, your brother, your duty."
-And see? I froze my ass off. -Keep your voice down!
I have back problems, bro. I have lumbago.
I have been to all the mosques. Ask me any mosque in Istanbul.
What the hell with mosques? I didn't ask you to come.
Father is in his deathbed. For God's sake, please come.
You can return later. Please, for the love of God.
-Will you come? -Look, bro. You seem like a nice man.
You came and fulfilled your duty. And I gave you my answer.
Now, if I were you, I would get on a plane and go straight back.
I came by car. I don't fly. Planes are not God's work.
-Cars are safe and secure. -So you are afraid.
I don't know about that. Be a man and drive straight back.
This is Paşa, you'll get fucked here.
-Who fucks whom? -OK, alright.
That's all I've got to say. I warned you. It's on you now.
Where are you going, bro? Will you come with me?
Sure. I'll just pack a bag and grab some pastry for the road.
Bro...
How did I get myself into this? I told him, uncle should have come.
"No, you go, your duty, your brother." What a brother!
My back aches of this cold. Hell with the duty and the brother!
I drove 800 kilometers and he sends me off to my car.
I learned all the mosques in Istanbul.
But no! He couldn't care less.
I told him to send uncle, but no. "You should go. It is your duty." Why?
Now I am broke. My back hurts.
Oh my! Oh my father!
I couldn't convince him.
I say deathbed, he says no. What a man!
-Hey! -I am broke. My phone is gone, too.
-How will I call home? -Hey, stop talking!
I don't even know the name of this place. Bro!
Hey, bro!
He is dying, man, dying.
Don't shout! Quiet!
-I am just talking to myself. -OK, I'm buzzing you in.
It's not buzzing. Not working.
-Quiet! Now what? -It's not working.
Fuck!
Maybe it doesn't work. I think it doesn't work.
Idiot! Don't you hear the buzz? Push when you hear the buzz.
-Push it now! -Got it.
The hell you did!
I think he is fucking with me.
-Will you buzz me in or not? -Fuck it! Lights are out.
-It's not working. -What?
Lights are out. It's not working.
-What's this noise at this hour? -Buzzer doesn't work. Who are you?
Hush, come here!
It's alright, Metin. Lights are out. Buzzer is off. He can't get in.
It's OK, Metin. Don't worry.
Wait there, I'll drop the keys.
Take these and come in.
Are you sleeping?
Are you sleeping, bro?
Don't make me regret letting you in. Go to sleep.
Hit the sack.
-Oh my head -Aches much your head?
-Oh my head! -Aches much?
Sleep. Shut up and sleep.
Enough with the nagging.
Wonder if there is any kompir.
Hey!
-It's alright. I bumped into something. -Bumped? Are you a thief?
-Will you rob the house? -Where could they be?
Go to bed.
-Do you have kompir? -Kompir?
What did they call it?
-Chips, chips! -Chips?
-Tater. -Tater?
-Potato. -Potato?
What will you do with potato? It's fucking early. Go to bed.
-Do you have any? -What will you do with it?
It's better to show you. Where are they?
Fuck you.
-You fucked the house. -Sorry.
Go to bed.
Bro.
Bro!
-What is it? What?! -Here, drink this tater juice.
-It's good for hangover. -I won't fucking drink that.
-Go away. I won't. -Just drink it. It'll flush out the booze.
Are you trying to kill me? I'm not drinking tater juice.
Go away.
Leave me alone.
Let me sleep a couple hours. I'll drink tater juice later.
Bro
-What "bro"? What is it now? -May I use your phone?
What the fuck with the phone at this hour?
My phone is stolen. I cannot call home. They must be worried.
Fuck your phone! Here. Go and talk over there.
Look, I have a championship game in the morning. Leave me be.
No contact at all. Do whatever the fuck you want.
-Just let me sleep a couple hours. -OK, alright.
My head is splitting. Go now. You got the phone.
Why are you still here? Go talk over there.
-It needs password. -Fucking password! Three 3s.
Four 3s. 3-3-3-3.
-Bro... -Fuck your bro!
It needs password. I don't know it.
-Here. Here's the fuckword. -Thanks.
-God help me -Drink this. It will clean you.
God help me and rid me of this pestilence.
Don't pray drunk. You'll get us smitten by God.
Hello? Hello? Makbule?
I did find him. Put my father on.
Hello?
Uncle Fuat, I found him. Put my father on.
Hello, mother. Put my father on.
Father, is that you?
I found him, father. I am at his house now.
He is a mean guy, father.
He says he has a championship game in the morning.
Don't make me deal with him. He doesn't want to come.
He's not coming.
Father
Bro
Bro!
-Leave me alone, man! -Father
I told you a minute ago! Just let me sleep a little!
Father wants to speak to you.
-What will he speak with me? -He didn't say. Here, you ask him.
-I can't talk now. -What should I say?
-Tell him I am not here. -He heard you a minute ago.
-How should I say that? -Well then
-Tell him I am sleeping. -Yeah, that's a good idea.
Father? He is sleeping. Let him sleep.
Wake him up? OK.
He wants you.
Selim?
I am your father.
Nice to meet you.
Very nice to meet you, too. You don't know me.
You've never seen me. But I've known you for 35 years.
Wait a minute, man.
Hello?
How are you, mom?
No, nothing. Everything's alright. I'm OK.
Wait, I'll put someone on the phone.
What is it, Selim? Something wrong?
No, nothing. Just listen, mom.
Son, what is it? Where are you? What's going on?
Nothing. I am fine. Just listen please. Listen.
Who is it at this hour?
-Hello? -Hello?
Yes?
-Hello? -Who are you?
-I can't hear you. Who are you?
-Hello? -Alright, I hear you now.
Who are you?
You're asking me? Who are you calling at this hour?
Hello?
God help me! Who are you? Uncle Recep, is that you?
He is Suat and he's very sick.
For God's sake! Who is Suat?
You want my life story now?
Selim put you on the phone. Didn't tell me who you are.
Do not yell at her!
I am Selim's mother, Fatoş. Who are you? Which Suat?
Hello? God help me please. He will drive me crazy.
-Fatoş? -Yes?
-I am Suat. Don't you recognize me? -Suat who? Which Suat? Tell me.
-Sakip's father. -I don't know Sakip.
How should I know Suat? Who is Sakip?
Selim's brother.
-Selim? -Yes, mom.
Is this man at your home?
I don't know, his house is in Macedonia or something. I am at home.
-I am here, too. -Who are you?
Sakip. My respects, ma'am.
-Fatoş, where are you? -At the village.
-My, my! -What is this? What's going on?
Stop asking questions and talk to find out who he is.
-Talk about what? -How the hell should I know?
Just talk.
Fatoş, I am dying.
Rest in peace.
-Are you sick? -Yes.
I am, too. My legs ache of rheumatism.
I have lower back hernia and bronchitis.
I can't even walk. I don't know what to do.
-Do you use medication? -Of course I do.
But it doesn't do me any good. It is the elder ages. It is bad.
-Yes, it is bad. -So, what do you want?
Look Fatoş, I am dying.
And I want to
Your call is discontinued. You have no credits left.
Who is that gal? I hear a gal talking. Selim...
Hello? It's alright. There is no gal here.
Don't you meddle with it! It's up to me.
What? Alright, I'll call you. Don't meddle with it!
Don't make me shout. OK.
Will you come, bro?
Bite me! Stop the act, you bastard! Go act on stage!
Come on Selim, last two minutes.
Well done, boys. Keep it up.
Aydın, pull yourself together.
Guys, use Çağatay, get the ball to him.
-Come on, be there! Cover! -Use 7, good shooter.
-If not, use midfield. -Atta boy! Pass the ball.
To Çağatay!
Çağatay carry on!
Shoot! Shoot!
Don't waste it! Why don't you pass it to 7?
Run back! Run!
Bravo Salih!
There is no one in defense! Run back! Run!
Beware of the left back. They'll score.
Go in! In!
Goal!
Enough with the years long waiting
Let the championship be ours this year
Enough with the years long waiting
Let the championship be ours this year
Bring the raki! Go on, bring it!
Friends, this glory, this championship belongs to us all.
This championship of yours is well-deserved.
I knew you would succeed and win.
-Congratulations to us all! -Thanks.
-Are you done? -Sure. Go ahead.
I actually didn't want to say this.
But I had a couple drinks and there is the happiness of championship.
-So, I want to get this off my chest. -Sure. Say whatever you like.
-You didn't come watch the game. -Right. He's right.
Don't get me wrong. Not to complain, just to get it off my chest.
Today these 20 brave men played a game
We became the champions and you didn't even come watch.
Have some faith in these boys. Have their back.
How should I put it? You sold Onur and Ozan for a nickel and dime.
You almost didn't send them to Greece just because of 5 billion liras cost.
And what? They got on the bus, went there and came back.
Look, he has a girl now, Vasia. That was her name, right?
He got a tattoo, too. See. I was going to have one, too.
They told me to have one, too. Though I just didn't.
Selim, I am here now. From now on I will always support you, boys.
Come to me for any needs or problems. If I am not there, go to Selim.
Sure.
-Are your visas still valid? -Sure, they all have visas.
They all went to Greece. These boys rocked Greece.
See this boy? One hell of a guy.
-Coach -I am drinking Selim.
You're not drinking with me.
I said, "Ouzo is not like Turkish raki, guys."
"What could it do to us?", they said.
Then they all got screwed.
You drink a couple doubles and walk on the moon.
After the game.
Brother. We'll talk.
Come on now. We'll meet and talk.
Come on now, good night.
I did bring two bottles of ouzo.
Why don't we drink in the cup, man? From the cup?
Huh? Let's drink from the cup.
Why don't we all sip raki from the cup, man?
Come here you jazzy. He is such a show-off.
-Don't say so, man. -You almost missed the shot, prick.
This guy is one hell of a guy.
I'd die for the honey lips of my love
for the honey lips of my love
I'd die for the honey lips of my love
for the honey lips of my love
Ömer, help me carry him to the car. He drank too much last night, too.
Hold him.
-What the? -Come on, let's go.
-Have a beer, Ömer? -Sure.
Let's have a beer and then go home.
Grab a couple beers from there.
-Bless you, brother. -May God bless us all.
It's boiling hot.
What's going on?
Who the hell are you, prick? Who the fuck are you?
Kidnapping? How dare you? Fucking Bulgaria? Screw you!
Do not curse, bro.
Who the hell are you? I took you in my home.
You asked me if I'd come and I said no, I cannot!
Bulgaria? Kidnapping? Screw you! You fuck head!
Do not curse. Why do you curse?
-Fuck your whole family! -Not my family!
-Fuck your car! -Don't hit the car! It's fragile.
Fuck your car! Thank your lucky stars that I didn't fuck you!
I got you in my home, man! I should knock you down
and leave on the street to bleed out like a fucking dog!
-Bro, please wait. -Fucking asshole!
Where are you going, bro? Where...
Bro!
Will walk to Istanbul?
Will you walk 500 km? Night is coming. No cars or buses pass by here.
This is the Balkans, you may get fucked here!
Bugger off or I'll bust your head open.
Hit me, kill me, do whatever you want. It's all the same for me.
I'll say, "I got him, but he ran away somewhere in Bulgaria."
Want to go back? You have to walk.
I can't take you back. I have to go home.
If you want to come; welcome. If you don't; God speed.
Because my father is dying. Got it? My father is dying.
Have you not kidnapped me?
-Took me here forcibly, right? -Brother...
Tell me if I am wrong. Have you not kidnapped me?
I did. Yes, I did.
And not only to some other city, to another country.
International. Abroad, I mean. Got it?
And now you tell me that you cannot take me back and that I have to walk.
Then you say that this is the Balkans and I may get fucked. Right?
-No, not like that. -Have I got it right?
-Yes, you did. -Get out of the car.
-Get out, I said! -What are you doing?
Let go! My arm is w...
-I'm sorry. -Get out of the car.
I am asking you nicely, but you're not coming.
Your first idea was to kidnap me? You prick!
What could I have done? He is dying!
-What a fuck head you are! -You're just
You're nagging like teenage girls. Are you coming or not?
-Are you still talking?! Fuck off! -I will go!
-The nights are dark here. -Fuck off!
How will you go back without a passport?
-You don't have it! -Fuck off!
Fuck! I had cigarettes.
Fuck it!
For fuck's sake! On the road in Bulgaria!
No phone, no mobile! I don't even have money to buy cigarettes!
Why did you kidnap the cup, too? It wouldn't worth a dime!
-It only has sentimental value! -What could I do? I couldn't put it away.
-You wouldn't let it go. -What do you mean?
-Where did you kidnap me from? -From the tavern.
-From among all those men? -You passed out. They all left.
-Where did you get my passport? -From your place.
-You went to my house? -Yes.
Why didn't you brew some tea, too?
How did you find it in the house?
I looked for it and found in the second or third drawer.
-So you screwed the house, too. -I left it as I found it.
Why the hell I am in Bulgaria?
I can't go on like this. Let's stop to have a bite.
I am a nervous wreck. My blood pressure went up.
-My sugar level went down. -Yes, we need to eat.
-I am hungry, too. -My stomach is burning.
-How old are you? -How much do you need?
-What? -How much would suit you?
-Thirty-five. -Thirty-five.
You are two years younger than me. Though you aged a lot.
Fucking...
Do you have a woman you love?
What are you trying to do, man?
Start a conversation? A woman I love, huh?
-Just talking. -Yeah, just...
It is neither the time nor the place.
Are you trying to amuse me? "I picked up the idiot from Turkey.
I'd better amuse him like child until we reach home." Is that it?
-What else should I do? -Don't do anything. Just ride.
Just look ahead.
I am sweltering. Isn't there a water fountain or something?
-Yes, it is hot, really. -Don't you have cigarettes?
-I don't smoke. -I am hungover, hungry and parched.
-We have no cigarettes. -You're right.
-And I am in Bulgaria, man. -You're right, absolutely right.
You're right.
-This hot is killing me. -It is the weather. It's hot.
Take of your shirt if you're sweltering. Chill out!
I am about to burst!
Come on, bro.
So you do have cigarettes.
You said you don't smoke.
-Here you go. -Don't mind if I do.
God bless you.
Was it a joke before?
No. You know when we stopped, when you pissed, a Bulgarian passed by.
I got two cigarettes from him. My first cigarette.
It's better if you don't smoke at all.
-I thought I'll just light one. -Do so, bro.
-I am now better. I feel fine. -Really?
Really, man.
And my head spins.
What's your name, bro? I never asked. I kept calling you bro.
-Sakip. -Sakip
Sakip Domalan (On-All-Fours).
-What? -Sakip.
-Your surname -Sakip Domalan (On-All-Fours).
It is heavy.
Why are you laughing?
-Why are you laughing, bro? -Nothing. I just remembered something.
Sakip Domalan (On-all-Fours), huh? I am Selim. Nice to meet you.
Selim Domalan (On-all-Fours).
Selim Domalan (On-all-Fours)
Yeah, bro.
What is it? What happened?
We're screwed.
What is it?
Get out, man.
Close the window.
-What is it? -Close it up.
Get out so I can lock it.
Why are you locking up the car?
-Tell me what happened! -We have a flat tire!
Take out the spare then.
-There isn't one. -What? Came all that way without one?
-There just isn't. -You weirdo! So we are left here!
-Tire place ahead for needing. -We need it here, not ahead!
There isn't one. It blew up before. There is a place ahead. Got it?
-Ahead where? -Ten or five kilometers ahead.
Ten kilometers! That is a fucking walk in this hot weather!
-Aren't you a ball player? -Fuck the ball!
We'd better reach before nightfall. Just walk.
-Where did I go wrong? -What?
I just wonder what my sin is, whom I wronged to deserve this.
I'm sweltering. My brain is boiling.
What the fuck will you do if I die here of a sunstroke?
-Let's go this way. -Why? Get off my back for God's sake.
Don't you talk to me!
Why didn't we come here by car?
It wasn't the engine, just a flat tire. We could have driven here.
-I don't... -As if it were a Mercedes.
-Like the rim would be damaged. -I don't want to talk to you.
Closed. He should be around here.
His house should be close. His shop is here.
Hi, man. Do you know where he lives?
-Up there? -Don't know. I don't know him.
Up there? Come on then.
Come, come on.
Come on.
Watch out for the dog.
-Where in God's name are we going? -His house is this way.
Slow down. There are dogs.
There are dogs everywhere!
Come this way.
-Fuck, there is a dog there. -On both sides!
-Hey! -Run!
OK, alright. Stop barking! Alright!
Brother! Bro!
-What do you want? -Hi, man.
-Hi. -We need a tire.
-I closed up the shop. -Closed?
-What does he say? -He closed up.
How? Tell him that we have a flat tire and we are in a hurry.
-Tell him. -That's what I'm telling.
If I knew the language, I would. But I don't!
-Are you Turk? -Yes, we are.
-Do you know Turkish, man? -Yes.
Thank God!
We are stranded with a flat tire. Come fix it so we can go on our way.
We have a long way ahead. We have a sick family member.
-But I closed up for today. -OK, but it'll take a minute.
-Then we'll take you back here. -We have a wedding.
OK, and what about us? Will we be stranded on the road?
The car broke down in the middle of nowhere.
Just come and fix it, then we'll take you back here.
When will you be back?
-Whenever the wedding ends. -Will we wait till the morning?
-Wait if you'd like or come with me. -To the wedding?
-When will it be over? -It's just started.
Man, this is gonna take long. Let's go for ten minutes.
-Then you go on with the wedding. -Don't spoil my fun.
OK, man. We won't spoil your fun. Give us the keys and an errand boy.
We'll go get everything and fix it. We are stuck here. For God's sake!
-Do not make us wait here! -What is he saying?
"Give us the keys and we'll do it," he says.
I am saying the same thing!
Fuck me if you need to, but please.
-Why do you get fucked? -I don't know what I'm saying!
Dear guests, welcome to the wedding of
Makve and Feride Fum. Let's hear it for them!
Today, we are gathered here to celebrate love.
A most peaceful, a most beautiful love.
For this wonderful garden of love
we all wish for the most delicious fruit of happy and peaceful children!
Let's hear it for them!
From the uncle and the aunt of the bride:
a "Beko" washing machine! Let's hear it!
From the aunt of the bride and the uncle of the groom
ten pairs of shoes! Let's hear it!
From the aunt of the bride, 38 meters of lace!
From the uncle of the bride, two car tires! Let's hear it!
Music!
Why did you mess with my life? Why did you, man?
We won the championship yesterday!
Why the hell I am in Bulgaria? Wearing an undershirt!
Why the hell I am at a gypsy wedding?
Whom are you whispering to?
-Pwaying. -Pwaying?
Pwaying to God. Don't you know what it is?
-Are you scared? -You are not?
-Of what? -Evil spirits, ghosts. God forbid.
Evil spirits in this godforsaken place?
-Why not? -Evil spirits roam near water.
-There is water, a creek that way. -Where?
Over there.
Fuck! Now he got me thinking about it.
-Is the car pulling to the right? -A little, I guess.
Would you like it not to?
We can't go on like this.
Let's put the tire on the back to the front.
-No. Then I can't see the road. -Then let's put them both to the front.
I figured it all out. You just enjoy yourself.
My back is killing me.
-Do you know steering? -Steering?
Yes. Steering a car. Driving a car.
Of course I do, but I wouldn't drive this one.
-Why? -What is there to drive?
-It might fall into pieces. -How do I steer then?
You do. You are the steer. You are used to steering.
-I don't know how to drive this car. -What do you have then? A Mercedes?
Now that is a different story. I can drive a Mercedes without gas.
-How old is this car? -Same as your age.
My age. That is the legendary year for Mercedes.
I am not crazy about my car either. My back hurts. I want to take a nap.
-That's why I want you to steer. -I can't. It would be inappropriate.
-What? -I won't drive!
Thank you, bro. Fasten your seatbelt.
What seatbelt? We are going at 30 km per hour.
Not for you. You will be humping on me in a minute.
Fuck the seatbelt, fuck the car. What have I done to deserve this?
Why the hell I am here? What the heck I am doing?
You're doing a very good deed. Now release the parking brake.
Why on earth pull the parking brake on a straight road?
Just release it.
God bless you, bro.
You probably don't see now. There, lights. See, electricity.
You don't see now but the lights over there are villages.
These Bulgarians make very good cheese, kashkaval.
They do stock farming. All the villages around here.
Have you eaten it? Don't know if it has a Turkish name.
They sell it by the road as medium, large and larger cylinders.
-They sell it by the road? -Have you ever seen those?
-What the heck are you talking about? -I don't know if you have it...
Hey!
What happened?
Sakip!
-What happened, man? -I fell down.
-How? -The door opened.
My hand slipped, I couldn't hang on to it.
Thank God we were going at 30 km or I'd be dashed into the field.
I fell on my ass.
-Are you OK? -My back hurts.
-Are you in pain? -Yes.
-Get up and I'll take you to the car. -No, I can't get up.
-Get up, I'll take you, bro. -Don't you move me! I have hernia.
-What's it gonna be now? -They want to operate it.
Pull over and turn the flashers on.
-Forget about the flashers now. -God forbid some vehicle comes.
-Turn them on. -No one will come. You said so.
You never know. Turn them on.
Oh my, oh my!
Are you alright?
-Are you OK? -A little better.
-What is it? Why did we stop? -Left or right?
-What? -Left or right?
Left or right? Where have you taken us?
Where have you taken us? Where are we?
How the hell should I know? Would I ask you if I knew?
You fucking brought us to Romania!
-What? -Romania!
-Romania? -It says Alexandria and Bucharest!
-You brought us to Romania! -How the hell should I know?
Or else I wouldn't ask you!
For all I know it might be saying Beylikdüzü!
-Move aside! -Fuck off!
-Move aside! -You fucking imbecile!
-Move aside! -Don't you drive me mad!
Don't! You maniac! I'm not the reason we are in Romania!
-Talk in Turkish! What are you saying? -I'd rather not say. It's too harsh.
-Maniac. Are you crazy? -I just took a nap for my backache
-and you made a 300 km detour! -I did? Why the hell I am in Romania?!
What just happened to us? Why did you bring me to Romania?
Why the hell did you bring me to Romania?
-Sorry for your loss. -Thank you.
My condolences.
Sorry for your loss, brother.
Come on in.
Sorry for your loss.
Osman.
My condolences.
-Sorry for your loss. -Thank you. Bless your heart.
-God bless you. -You too.
We won't leave you alone. It's hard, I know.
-Makbule, make some coffee, girl. -Please don't bother.
Come on, let's be going now. You must be tired.
-And you also have a guest now. -OK then…
Tomorrow we will come again.
God bless you.
Amen.
Come on now.
God bless you. God bless your children.
Whose is this phone?
My phone is ringing.
Hello?
Uncle?
Thank you. Bless your heart.
God's will, man.
No, he's in peace now.
He had so much pain. His suffering ended.
You know, he didn't have a liver!
Yes.
Today. Towards morning.
Yes.
We didn't want to wait. We had the ceremony during the noon prayer.
No. You're to come from abroad. You couldn't have made it anyway.
-All because of you! -Bless your heart.
-What's going on here? -I couldn't bury my father!
I'll kill you! You bastard! It's all because of you!
Come on now, out! You fool!
What just happened, son?
Get up.
Have a seat.
Shut up! Have some respect!
Shut up! It's neither the time nor the place!
We are humiliated!
-I begged him, uncle. -Shut up!
I begged him to come. What a brother! Damn him!
Fuck you, idiot! Sit here! You embarrassed us.
Stay still! Get up! Don't come in!
Sit there. You humiliated us.
You disgraced us before everyone, you fool! Sit!
You had to do this today! Shame on you!
This is disrespectful to your father and your mother!
You fool!
-But uncle -Shut up!
You don't talk while I do! You keep quiet, show respect! Fool!
Forgive him.
You see? He just lost it. He doesn't know what he's doing.
He is a good boy really. He has a very good heart.
But he is very upset for not being able to see his father.
-Do you have cigarettes? -Cigarette?
-When did you start smoking? -Give me one.
Here.
Lighter?
-Is it lit? -Yes, it is.
You don't even know how to smoke and you try to pick up a fight, you fool.
It tears my heart out, but today is not the time.
I'll show you some other day.
-Why didn't you wait for me? -I called you. Your phone was off.
-It was stolen. -Who the hell stole it?
Why didn't you wait for me? Why did you bury him so fast?
-Hodja said we should. -Which Hodja?
Yakup the Hodja. He said...
The body was already swollen, filled with water.
He said that it'd be like a balloon by morning.
So we had the burial in a hurry.
-What could we have done? -Yakup the Hodja?
Yakup the Hodja.
You know, Yakup.
He said he'll be like a balloon.
-Swollen, huh? -Yes, very much.
It was already started. He said, "He'll be a balloon till the morning."
Easy. Calm down.
Keep calm now.
He died peacefully. Don't worry.
Don't worry. Come here.
We were going to get you here long before, but...
We didn't know about it, son.
Not until he had been taken ill did he mention your name.
He just prayed and prayed for you.
What happened to the car?
-What do you mean? -What do you mean what do I mean?
The car is tilted to one side.
-I had flat tires in Bulgaria. -Flat tires? The car is tilted.
I busted my balls for those.
It's alright. I drove here in that.
How so? The car is tilted.
Good heavens!
I'd better go get the car fixed.
It will take long.
You go in and be with your mother. People are coming to visit.
They'd better not see the car like this.
-Give me the keys. -On the car.
-You leave them on? -Who'd take this car, man?
-Sakip. -Step on this, put it off.
Sakip!
-Do you have money? -Yes.
Alright.
Sakip.
-Yes, mother. -Come here a minute.
Did you take this boy against his will?
How could you do that? He has a life.
His mother must be worried.
Did you call his mother?
Did you call your mother? She should be worried.
She wouldn't. It's alright.
-Why did you do this, son? -Is it my fault now, mother?
Father told me to bring him. Don't you know how he is?
I sure do.
Sakip
I am sorry, brother.
He wasn't at fault.
He just wanted the two brothers to meet and get along.
-I am going out for a minute. -Where to?
-To get some fresh air. -Go together.
Take your brother, too. We'll figure out the rest later.
No need.
Sakip? Sakip, son!
Where do the buses to Istanbul take off?
Bus station.
The terminal.
-Is it nearby? -Yes. At the center.
-How long does it take on foot? -Ten to 15 minutes.
Good.
-Excuse me. -Sure.
I'll take you.
-Where? -To the terminal.
-Do not bother. I'll go myself. -Not at all. You are our guest.
-Do you have cigarettes? -No. I don't smoke.
-Brother Sakip would chop my head off. -Somebody should chop his head off!
Bus to Istanbul is at seven pm.
Seven?
I have two hours.
Fine.
Alright.
Thank you very much.
I'll wait here. Thanks a lot.
I'll wait, too. You are our guest.
-You go, I'm good. -No way. You are our guest.
-Let's have a drink then. -OK.
-Are you Sakip's sister? -No. I mean
It's a bit complicated.
I am the granddaughter of Grandpa Suat's cousin.
But Grandpa Suat raised me. Our houses are close by.
So we are relatives?
Sort of.
Are you older than Brother Sakip?
No, but I aged earlier.
We are two years apart.
Sure. It is not easy with Brother Sakip.
-How old are you? -26
26?
You have aged quite a deal too.
Sure, it is not easy after all.
How do you manage to hit the ball drinking so much?
-My team won the championship this year. -Really?
Of course I cannot run like I used to, but I have good technique.
Coach sent me in in the last five minutes. I made a long pass, we scored.
-We became the champion. -We didn't hear it at all.
-What? -The championship.
Last year when Galatasaray won the championship people went crazy here.
It's not like that. Ours is not in the Super League.
Major league?
Minor?
Go lower.
What's left to go lower?
-Thanks a lot. -For what?
For coming here.
No, thank you. You have come here all that way.
Grandpa Suat said your name a lot in his sleep.
I was curious about you.
-You didn't expect this I reckon. -I wasn't expecting anything.
I was just curious about who you are.
-Let's go, I don't want to miss the bus. -It will come right here.
Still let's get the check.
Check!
Come on.
I don't…
I don't have any money. I left it all in Sakip's car.
It's alright. Everyone knows each other here.
Sakip will take care of it later.
And I will pay for the bus ticket.
-It's alright. Come on. -I am so ashamed.
I will talk to the waiter. It's OK. You are our guest.
-I am sorry. -Please, you are our guest.
You go.
Come on, go. Don't wait here.
He asks for passport. I don't have it.
-You don't have that, too? -I do, but that hoodoo has it.
-Which hoodoo? -Sakip!
-Stop, stop! Call him! -I am calling.
Telephone, calling. Please stop.
-It is off. -His phone was stolen.
-When? -In Istanbul.
Call someone else. I will miss the bus!
-So you're leaving. -Yes, I am.
Take care. I'd better not miss the bus.
There is another onu at night. You may go on that, too.
Or I can take you back as I have taken you here.
Thanks, but I'd better go now. I am already set to go.
You couldn't see even once.
See what?
-Your father. -Your father?
I'd better go.
I haven't seen my father or visited his grave since I came back.
My feet wouldn't let me.
We've come all that way together. Might as well pray together for him.
Let's get this over with.
That is not my issue, brother. I never had such an issue.
You go and fulfill your duty. Don't get me involved in it.
You are not a good person.
The man has died. He is finished.
He is to deal with the heavens now.
Alright, I get you. Do not give him your blessing. OK.
Do not forgive him, OK. You are right not to.
May God forgive him. He is done with the living.
But the issue here is not that.
Look, I do understand you. Now you understand me, too.
I am a bastard.
25 years ago that did hurt, but now I am 35.
No one asks about my father.
Your father does not get to be my father
just because he knocked my mother up 35 years ago. Got it?
A mistake was made.
And my mother paid its price.
So did I.
If I go there and pray for him, I will ask for an explanation.
And none of you can explain it. Got it?
-That's not about that, man. -What then?
You know what it is about?
I learn that I have a brother after 35 years.
This is what it is about.
Though if you say there is nothing there, so be it.
Your stuff is with Uncle Fuat. Let's go get them.
Then I'll show you off.
The rest is up to you.
Fill it up. Pour it.
Serve.
You did.
That's more like it.
I am your uncle.
My name is Fuat.
And the one here is Suat, my older brother.
This was his place.
Rauf Agha's place. My place, too.
If you want, it will be yours, too.
Our place. Rauf Agha's place.
Our place.
Your stuff is here.
You won the championship.
We are proud of you.
You also have a Turkish passport. So we are even more proud of you.
Did you know?
My brother died today.
My brother Suat died.
I did not have a father. Suat raised me.
I never knew my father. I know no one else.
This is our place. My brother's, yours
and this fool Sakip's.
I talked too much.
Rauf Agha, give me my brother's bequests.
Give them. I drank too much.
Let me get this.
I got it.
My brother's bequest.
Do not waste it.
Where to, uncle?
Forgive me.
When I heard from Uncle Fuat
that my father passed away while we were having fun on the road
I just lost it. I'm sorry.
You are a disturbed man, brother.
You are confused.
I am the same shit as you.
I beat people all my life.
Mother took me to a doctor for my temper. I beat the doctor up.
I punched walls.
I used to eat glass, man.
My mouth amd tongue, all got torn apart.
We didn't have any money. I spent five years without teeth.
That's why I couldn't become a good ball player.
Beating up a fan, who'd do that? I even beat a fan up.
Stopped the game and chased him away from the stands.
I did 22 months of military service. Four of them were in the DISCO.
-Disco? -Disciplinary ward.
The cells they put you in alone. Got it.
Is father the one in the middle?
That's father. Fuat is in the middle, Rauf is the one on the left.
And on the right is grandpa, Selim.
Selim?
Selim
-Those are Russian. -No, not Russian, German.
-I served in military, too. -They are Russian. I know.
AK47.
Croatians had 0.15 caliber ones. Made by the German. These are Russian.
Back then Croatians had those.
They were close with the German. Politics those days.
So they were supplied with those 0.15's.
We had those, too. But these ones are Russian.
Weighs 3.5 kilograms.
When you get caught in the rain it feels 35 kilograms.
You'd have to bust your ass to carry it then.
We were in the trenches in Sarajevo. You call it Saraybosna.
And in the trenches there were Macedonians, Turks,
Albanians, Bosnians.
For soldiers, what else is there to do?
All have been drafted. No choice.
You either run away or get taken by force.
Where to run anyway?
You don't even know whom you are shooting at.
You can't tell who was fucking who.
There was a boy next to me. Younger than me.
17 at the most. 17 years old at the most.
Something happened. I heard a sound.
I turned around to see half of him gone.
I took his weapon. And that's how I know these are Russian.
In the middle of Europe. In the trenches in Sarajevo.
I know its weight, man, I know. 3.5 kilograms.
So don't you tell me about it.
These are Russian, man. AK47.
Come here.
Come on, get up.
-My father died. -What?
My father died. And I can't get up.
My father died.
My father died. And I can't get up.
My father died.
Come on.
Suat Agha! Come, come this way.
Suat Agha!
Come.
Come this way.
Suat Agha! Come this way.
Come. We are here.
Suat Agha! Here, I brought him. I brought your son.
Now we will tell you something. Come on, tell your father.
Say something.
-What should I tell him? -How should I know?
-Hello. -What?
-Hello. -Hello father.
Your son is here. He is kind of a mean man.
He takes after you more than I do.
But he does get lost on the road. We almost went to foreign countries.
We went to foreign countries.
Come on brother. It is my father lying here.
See, he doesn't get up. He is not moving.
Give him your blessing. Come on, brother.
Here's your father.
-I give my blessing. -I give my blessing.
I give my blessing to you father. Oh my father! My dear father.
I give my blessing.
Sakip.
Wake up.
Sakip.
What is it?
-We are at the wrong grave. -What?
We are at the wrong grave.
-How so? -Did father die at 19?
-No, at 65. -Get up. This is the wrong grave.
-Get up. This is disrespectful. -The name doesn't match, either
-Where have we come? -I don't know.
Uncle Fuat said it was this way.
I'll ask him. How does this opened?
Do you hear it?
There is music coming from somewhere.
-Do you hear it? -I do, but...
No, this way.
Where are you going?
Here he is.
Good heavens. He slept here.
Come.
Uncle.
-What is it? Who are you? -Don't be scared. It is us.
-Sit up. Want help? -No, I am OK.
-What time is it? -I don't know.
-Who's there at home? -How should I know? We slept here.
If you slept here, then are the dames alone at home?
-You slept here, too. -Be a man, you fool.
Don't be like me. Let me be at the cemetery.
How are you? Are you alright? Do you have cigarettes?
No, I don't. There are some here though.
Give me one. You take one, too. Smoke.
A proper man smokes.
-Brother? -I quit.
-You woke up now? -What?
-You woke up now? -My stomach burns.
-You think İlyas has opened up? -The pastry shop?
-Yes. Let's go to İlyas' or Manko's. -İlyas' pastries are too greasy.
Uncle Fuat, there are Bulgarian villages here.
They make really good kashkaval. They come in medium and big sizes.
Cow are you?
-One of us. -He got it.
-Come on, get up. -Come on.
You don't see now, but there is some very nice kashkaval.
God will smite us. Stop it, we are in a cemetery.
-Easy. Don't step on graves. -Come on, this way.
Don't drink any more. Drink responsibly.
I will never drink again, never again.
Never again. Where the hell are you?
Yo, uncle.
Don't laugh. Someone will see us.
-Yo, uncle. -We are humiliated.
There is that kashkaval at those Bulgarian villages.
Dedicated to my father
And to İnci