A RISING STAR: ERŞAN KUNERİ
Cameras.
I'm used to the cameras.
Let me snap a photo of you, then.
Go ahead.
Got it.
Here we go.
Welcome.
Thank you.
Here.
Erşan Kuneri interview.
Take it away.
Say, "Action!"
That's how we used to say it, "Action!"
Welcome.
Thank you.
This is so nice.
Erşan Kuneri, 1940, Yedikule.
I'm 84 years old.
-I'm healthy. You see? -Amazing.
Men are a bit blurry in my vision, but women are crystal clear.
That was a joke.
This is nice.
Very few friends come to visit me.
We laid them all to rest now.
Very few still come. I'm happy to see you.
So, what should I tell? I'll tell everything, but where to start?
You all know me.
There is a movie bit about me and my past.
Ever since that movie came out, everyone is asking if it's me.
Yes, I'm him.
-But they didn't get everything right. -Really?
-The kid can't do my voice, for example. -Oh?
But I'm not mad at him. It's okay.
He has a hand gesture.
-What was it? -Which one?
Yeah, so he goes,
"Tophane boy! Make love like an animal!"
-And he does this. "Like an animal!" -Oh, in G.O.R.A.
That, for example, is not something I did.
It's his own addition, which is acceptable in filmmaking.
It makes me look funny.
Bravo. That made me happy. Great job.
It's a nice addition.
-And… We also put out good work. -Of course.
That's the truth. We did well.
We made erotic films too.
But later on, I made very good movies as well.
That's for sure. Yes.
Bravo.
-Go ahead. What's your question? -Okay.
Mr. Erşan, can you, in all honesty, call your movies works of art?
Darling, here is the deal.
Is Michelangelo an artist? Yes.
Is the statue of David a work of art? Yes.
The statue is five and a half meters tall.
He designed the statue in such a way that if you look at it from below…
Yes?
…you see nine kilos of balls.
You need to face it properly to see David.
This is how it is.
-So… -I understand.
I really doubt it.
It's not that easy.
We did so many things.
For example, I made sequels.
-Bad Track… -Yes?
Bad Track is a sequel to Bad Stuff.
-Wow! -I made a sequel.
It featured Şermin and Kumsal.
And the year was 1984, you see?
Sequels were unheard of.
Bad Track. I made a sequel.
And some of my movies…
-The guy who portrays me? -Who?
Cooperative Kemal, for example. He made that up.
It was funny. I had a laugh.
But I didn't make such a movie. That's his addition.
But it did make me laugh.
-Bad Track. -Bad Track.
It's a sequel. The first one. My first sequel.
THE LIFE AND MOVIES OF ERŞAN KUNERİ
I don't accept scripts from others, no matter how strong the storyline may be.
Yes, I do know Başar.
The Naked Citizen?
Darling, my clothes stay on. Let Şener take the part.
Gotta go. Bye-bye.
Where have you been, baby? I'm answering the phone here.
-What is it now? -I think I'm pregnant.
-Is it mine? -No.
-Good. Get me two oralets. -Oralet? I'm pregnant!
So insensitive of you, Mr. Erşan!
Did the doctor tell you not to lift?
Two oralets, baby. One for you, one for me.
So it's an unwanted pregnancy. Since it's Mami's baby.
That devil! I'll abort.
Abort Mami? Too late. And it would cost 75,000 lira.
It's murder.
Murder and daylight robbery.
They ask if it's a crime to love. I say yes.
-Good morning. -Wow.
-Welcome, Anthony Quinn. -What's going on?
Good news! You are going to be a granddad-aged dad!
Enough, Tülay, for God's sake. Did you think I would fall for it?
-What is that? -Test results. Negative.
-Urine test? -Yes. Same shtick every other month.
Enough, Tülay! Will you stop it already?
-Do you carry that around? -I have to!
Jeez! Fine! Then buy me that fur coat like you promised.
Fine, damn it.
Oh, so it's my body, but your choice?
-I'll show you. -I said fine, damn it!
What would you do, Erşan?
Honey, I'm pro-abortion and anti-fur.
Oh my goodness! Did I hear that right?
You are anti-fur?
Yes. Unless it's attached to an animal.
Şermin, welcome.
-Am I late? -No, just not early.
Hello. Mami, right?
Call him big brother Muammer to keep him at bay.
What a lovely place! Cozy.
"Cozy"?
So, what can I get you?
-What should I get? -I can think of many things.
-Maribu? -Delicious!
I created a tropical paradise in the middle of Istanbul!
You're so sweet!
Right? And so are you.
Let's talk about nice things.
So, Şermin, our project…
Hi, man. I'll get my bag and be on my way.
My dear Altın, we're having an audition here.
-Şermin. -Hi, Şermin.
-Don't mind me. I was just on the set. -How is it going?
I was with Cüneyt in Yedikule this morning.
I'm playing Antonius's henchman.
As we were shooting my close-ups, he yelled, "Shoot the arrow!"
And the guy shot it.
I can't get it out. It's lodged in me. It won't even budge.
They told us to be there at 8:00 a.m. for Cüneyt's close-up shots.
He will slash me all over with an axe. We'll see.
Man!
It really won't budge. It's in there, deep.
I'm telling you, he hits me and beats me up for real.
This would never happen with us. We use doubles even for kissing!
Oh? Pity.
-Here you go. -Merci.
So, you were talking about Bad Track: Prostitution.
You know I've already touched on drugs as a bane of society.
Yes, we dealt with that subject.
Now I'm working on a sequel focusing on prostitution.
Oh, really?
Policewoman Hülya.
Muammer, can you come over, please? I can't lean down.
A policewoman?
But I wanted something bright and bubbly.
Bubbly, you say?
-Hello. -Come.
-Got the police costume and props. -Great.
-Maribu! -No, we're just rehearsing with Şermin.
-Oh, hello. -All right then.
I want to see Şermin hold it.
Wow! So upfront!
No, I mean the gun.
Oh!
Let's see. Yes, this one.
-Yes. -Pew pew!
But don't make that sound.
-Do I say, "Hands up"? -Great!
-Hands up! -Yes, yes! That's it!
-Hands up! -Amazing.
Hands up!
-Where is that asshole? -I'm here.
-Where is that jerk? -Which one? There are many.
-Is that on? -Yes, I'm filming.
Oh, I'm sorry. Is there anything in my teeth?
-Hands up! I'll shoot if you move. -Stop.
Drop that, stupid girl, or I'll drop you.
-I got it. -Don't drink that!
Hey, Ayhun! I'm Kumsal, dimwit.
Oh! How are you?
I don't understand what's going on.
-Are we rehearsing or recording? -Put it down.
Şermin, this is our friend Kumsal Güneş.
-We did 5 Without Pulling Out together. -Wasn't it four?
Come on, darling. Of course it's five.
-I'll shoot. -No! Stop!
-What's my line? -Fuck your line! Mami!
What is going on?
-Kumsal-- -Where is he?
-We're doing an audition here. -Mami!
-Kumsal? -Kumsal.
Mami isn't here.
-Get the hell in here! -Stop it, darling.
-Wait. -You!
Put down the weapons!
I'll shoot for real! Put them down!
-Should I shoot him? -No, wait.
You swindler! How dare you think you can sell my apartment behind my back?
My love, there is no sale.
I just wanted to know what it's worth, I swear!
For God's sake! Just shoot him. Why let him talk?
You tore me away from cinema.
Did he not? You sucked me dry like a tick.
Yet you still… Get out of my way, you!
Don't let her shoot me.
I'm supposed to die tomorrow on set. Cüneyt will kill me.
-Can I be the one to shoot him? -Put the guns down!
Darling, I talked to Erşan.
He said, "Kumsal has the potential to be a star."
"Find some money to invest in her, Muammer."
-Did you not say that, Erşan? -No. I mean, what I said was…
There's a new project, and with that project, we can…
Cüneyt should beat you guys up some more.
You deserve more beatings!
Kumsal, my dear,
will you help us make our dream come true with Bad Track: Prostitution?
I will! Don't you try to fool me!
No, no. Let's drink Maribu together.
Let's do it.
Hello.
Erşan, I can't be shooting. I'm pregnant.
Pregnant? Don't be ridiculous. You're wearing a fur coat.
Bad Track: Prostitution. Bang!
Hey, don't be rude.
BAD TRACK: PROSTITUTION
But my budget is limited.
Then you need to talk to Cemal.
I understand, but can't you help me out a bit?
Is it really that hard? I don't get it.
I could eat you up. One bite at a time.
Hear me? You're killing me!
I'll bite you.
All right, I heard you. Cheers.
Sir.
Nihat! Come here, boy.
First of all, welcome to the vice squad.
Thank you, sir.
I am incredibly proud and happy to be part of the vice squad.
A squad that upholds all our core values
and tries to rid the society of all the…
Nihat, help the lady put her coat on.
Put it on. Nice. That's it.
See you, Baretta.
For us, every kind of moral value…
Zip it, Nihat.
The vice squad is caught in a never-ending vortex.
It's a black hole, and society is being sucked into it every day.
Willingly, right, sir?
They even pay for it!
Let me guess.
Prostitution!
Bingo!
Let me introduce you to your coworkers.
-Sir, I work alone… -Come in.
-Necmi! -You old wolf!
Brother!
This is your other teammate, Hussy.
A vice hound. She's a well-trained K-69.
Hussy.
Come with me.
ADNAN - THE DRIVER SADIK - THE PIMP?
Sorry, honey, the vice squad will catch you.
Here's the squad's little flower, Hülya.
-But, sir… -Wait.
Don't you dare say no. Looks so good! My God!
Hooray! Finally, sir.
Awaiting your orders, sir.
Hülya is a determined idealist. A rising star in her profession.
İsmail, sir, what if, on this mission,
Hülya doesn't fall in love with Nihat but with me?
Hold on, Necmi.
All right, let's start.
On average, one person each day is sucked into prostitution in Istanbul.
One whole person? Oh my God!
Who is it, sir?
Me. It's me.
Then you have no choice but to turn yourself in.
That's the dilemma, Nihat.
I want you to put an end to that whole scene.
I can only do so much with my fucking salary.
My family is in shambles. The kid wants Barbies and chocolate.
The wife is on my case as well. Then there's rent, utilities…
End prostitution, guys. Make me proud.
Sir.
You only looked at Lt. Nihat when talking.
Being overlooked as a woman did not feel nice, you know?
Especially since women are involved.
Yeah, sure, whatever.
-I beg your pardon? -What's she saying?
Women's movement.
I should do this as I say, "women's movement."
Hülya, don't you fall in love with me, okay?
Sir?
I don't have time for love.
But I do.
End prostitution, guys.
Prostitution plagues not only fallen societies
but also developed and developing countries, Nihat.
It's a serious issue concerning men and women alike.
Don't make light of it.
We can't declare anyone innocent.
And don't even think there's a family behind it all.
Because our investigation has led us to one particular person.
What a rap sheet!
It's good that it's not one family that's behind all of this.
This time, it's just one person.
Layka Virjin.
What a bitch.
Wow.
She's pretty. Don't be jealous.
Yes, she is pretty. But she may also be innocent.
The girl is innocent, yes. Here we go.
Lieutenant Nihat will do whatever it takes
to eventually take Layka and…
Right, Lieutenant?
Maybe.
I have a plan.
Hülya, you will get to showcase your skills.
Ticktock.
Hello there, girls. Can we give you a ride?
Do you have enough gas? I'm going to Monaco, honey.
We'll only pay the daytime fare for the cab.
Fuck off, you dirty hobos.
-Let's go. -Go away.
"More narco?" Oh, Monaco. They're going to Monaco, sir.
How are you listening to the girls?
With the headphones.
Great.
Sir.
Hülya. Beautiful. Good job. Beautiful.
Do you think this will work?
I don't know, sweetie. But we need you to do this sacrifice.
I mean, I don't know.
Let's not jump at the first idea.
No, the first idea was for me to go undercover as a woman.
Hülya.
You will be our guiding light in this dark tunnel
where bodies of women are mercilessly sold.
Sex may be the greatest toy God has bestowed upon us.
And seeing it become weaponized in the hands of the wicked…
Anyway.
You will become one of them in that tunnel, sister.
And then we will go into the tunnel and fuck their mothers.
No, Necmi. Don't talk like that.
We're now in a completely different world, with its own language and values.
-Our language must change first. -Right, sir.
All right then, let's hear the jargon.
He has a spliff in his hand, so obviously wants to put it in reverse.
But he has a hardware issue.
He's about to unload his gunk.
I put the headlights on and drove up the left lane all the way.
He stood there like a dried-up shinbone.
I said "Yo, asshat, the moment I start giving you a hummer,
you will be chirping like a finch."
He was dumbstruck, that fool.
Very good.
What… I mean… What's…
That was really good.
Time to go into the tunnel, Hülya.
Hülya.
-Good luck, baby. -Sir.
-Hülya. Good luck. -Thanks.
I'm sure you'll succeed.
-Good luck, Hülya. -Enough.
-Good luck. -That's enough.
Return safely.
-Good luck, Hülya. -Enough, sir, enough.
Hülya.
-My God! -Wait.
-All right. -You'll do great, sweetie.
-Hülya! -Necmi!
You crazy boy.
Come here!
-I'll pat you down. -Search her.
-Where are you going this late? -Home.
I know the place you call home.
-Police. -Ma'am!
I see.
-Have a safe shift. -Thanks.
Hülya was really good.
So was the other officer.
Get in.
There we go. Little Red Riding Hood entered the forest.
It's 0-0. Ali Kemal is in the penalty box, facing the goalie.
He loses the ball to Eser at the last second. Then…
Müjdat is like a concrete wall in defense. No one can fucking go past.
Goalie Adem stops the attack. It's still a tie.
Ali Kemal passes the ball to Raşit!
He's about to score, but…
Damn it!
Got a lighter?
What is this place?
This place?
A high-end meat market.
Are you a new transfer from a gross market?
Let me see your card.
"Layka Virjin. Welcome."
Of course. Here you go.
Don't go.
I'm working. Let me go.
You're too young. Don't get yourself messed up.
Always with the preaching and lecturing! It never ends.
Police, don't move!
I'm Layka. What's your name?
Hülya.
Hülya is too common.
Let's find you a nice name.
Like… Carmen.
Why would I change my name? I don't get it.
First, we eliminate your name,
then your identity, and then your body.
Oh, okay.
You're too good-looking for the street.
We'll take you under our wings here.
There's too much danger on the street. You might even get called a whore!
-Get yourself a drink. I'll be right back. -Okay.
Think about it, baby.
You can earn up to 50,000 liras a day. What else can I say?
Come in, 44-62.
Put her through.
Yes, Hülya?
Sir, the bird is in the nest. I'll give you the address.
-Go ahead. -Sir, this is a horrible place.
A horrible place where bodies are being sold.
I'm in danger. The working conditions are amazing.
They offered me 50,000 daily. I couldn't believe it.
Fifty thousand? Per day? Is it really per day?
-Weekly or daily? -Is it 50,000 per week?
I can't talk anymore, sir.
I need a raid here.
Hülya, is it 50,000 weekly or daily?
Wow, she really is something. 50,000…
-Fifty thousand is really good. -It's a lot.
Let's fix this mic now.
Let's do it, sir.
Sir, this case is very important to me.
-Because I detest prostitution. -Right.
-Ready, sir? -Evidence with audio is so important.
Then here I go. Let's shove it right here.
Oh, your badge fell down.
-Now… -It needs to be completely concealed.
Yes.
-Let's try it, sir. -Okay.
-Tap it. -Testing.
We've got it. It's clear.
Right, here…
-It runs from my crotch to my knee. -One second, sir, this…
We need to hide this well.
-Ready, sir? -Wrap it around.
-This… -I got it.
Excuse me, sir. I need to get behind you.
Testing.
-This way, with the tip sticking out. -Yes.
Your jacket is in the way.
I want to do it properly.
-Rip the tape. All right. -Let me hold this.
Wait.
İsmail, sir.
Bingo!
-You see, we're putting on a wire. -Good.
Here you go, Nihat. These are all marked bills.
I want all the evidence.
Go and take them down.
Also, Nihat…
-Rubber? -No, sir.
I don't want it. Because--
I'll take them, sir.
You crazy boy.
Let's get you ready.
Finish this.
How can you be so shameless? What would your family think?
What are you yapping about, girl?
Come here. I'll introduce you to Mr. Demir.
Come.
So I've seen it all, pops.
I'm just here for the dough but I'm fire for sure.
My tongue is not like that of others.
I'm like a pressure cooker.
I can't hold it in, so I spew it out all at once. Get me?
-"Get me"? -Exactly and absolutely.
What is this? A caricature of a whore?
Yeah, I think something is off.
Would you like another drink, my dear Carmen?
No, sister.
Life's hit me so hard already. What's another blow, you know?
This is just an excuse.
Here's to the indigent.
Pardon me if I bothered you socialites.
Cut the music.
Throw this bitch out.
Layka, this bitch is an undercover cop.
A tart only talks like this in third-rate musicals and bad films.
What kind of acting is this? Who the hell says "pops"?
You don't dig what I'm saying, Mr. Fat Cat?
Still with this!
Shut up!
-Don't you dare. -Everyone be careful.
If you are being held here to sell your body against your will, come.
This isn't over yet.
-I'll pull the trigger. -Calm down, guys. Put them down.
Let's go, girls.
May we get our money back?
Fuck off!
Follow me, girls.
I'm afraid she may be working for Lieutenant Nihat.
Do you mean the Lieutenant Nihat?
Yes, Carlos.
I don't want to hear that name.
-What's with this guy now? -It's an old story, babe.
I've got nothing.
Royal flush.
All right, gents. I'm Lieutenant Nihat from PD.
This is where your game ends.
Unless someone here has the balls to continue.
All in.
Necmi, can you take over for a bit?
I hope it's Lieutenant Nihat.
I'll fold him like origami paper.
Now I'm curious. Who is this Lieutenant Nihat?
-Stop being a bitch. -Really, pops? Thanks for warning me.
Layka, I got you into this business. Don't make me regret it.
Yeah, and I was studying to be an astronaut, but you tricked me.
Asshole!
-Layka, wait. -Barut, stay or you lose me.
Put a tail on her right now.
It looks like she is gonna do us dirty.
"Do us dirty"? Go ahead and spoil the ending too.
What is this? Chump change?
It's been slow lately. I'm already upset.
Look, don't get on my nerves.
Don't touch me.
I'll mess up your face, and you won't be able to work again.
Pimp.
Necmi, you check inside.
What the hell did you call me?
I'd call you a cashier if you were one.
Or an engineer if you were one.
I'd call you a scholar if you studied and became one.
I'd be respectful.
But you chose the easy path.
You barely lifted a finger.
Now tell me,
how is being a pimp treating you?
Shoot me, sir. Shoot me dead!
Please forgive me, good sir.
Do you think I wanted this?
Here, take this.
Go back to your hometown. Get your high school diploma.
It's my first time getting clean money.
Allow me to kiss your hand.
I offered you a life, but you chose death.
Who are you?
I am the law.
Oh? Go ahead, arrest me.
You didn't do anything wrong. You are innocent.
I only want to have a chat with you.
Tell me and the mic everything that happened.
Okay.
Hello.
How much?
Four thousand.
Hello, 44-27. Necmi?
What's your name?
-Hello, 44-27. Necmi? -Cleopatra.
And I'm Antonius.
Hello, 44-27. Necmi?
Excuse me.
Yes, sir?
-Necmi, how are you, my boy? -I'm fine, sir.
You can leave. I'll continue to gather evidence.
You crazy boy.
So, where were we, Cleopatra?
What is this?
A radio. I use it to talk to other officers.
Oh, you.
Things won't change, Nihat.
What are you going to do? Challenge the oldest profession?
I don't have anything against pottery.
They deceived you.
The oldest profession in the world is not prostitution, but pottery.
We have become puppets controlled by sex.
Yet we frown upon kissing and hugging.
We lost our identity.
We are all tarnished. Tarnished!
Liar liar, pants on fire, panties for hire?
How dare you?
But of course, who would listen to a tarnished person?
Gülcan!
Sir.
Her gaze is so different now. She radiates a different kind of light.
I'll get her to wash at my mother's place.
And make her repent.
All right, sir.
Then I'll continue gathering evidence with the rest of the money.
You crazy boy.
Necmi.
-Can I ask you something, son? -Of course, sir.
If I die on this mission and you have a child,
will you name him Nihat?
Nihat?
Brother, I don't know…
How about Ali Emre?
Ali Emre? Sounds nice. What's wrong with Nihat though?
Sir…
Okay, son. Whatever will make you happy.
Let me help.
Come in, 44-27. Everyone be on high alert.
God bless you, sister, for that wake-up call.
Don't mention it.
Girls, be at the police station tomorrow.
This time not as criminals, but as the righteous and the strong.
We are the righteous, and we will win. Okay?
Mother.
Welcome, my child.
I am ashamed, Mother Hatice. Let me kiss your hand.
CHUBBY, CRAZY LIVELY, SHORT
Are you feeling fine?
Yes, great. Hot water really did wonders.
Did you scrub your crotch well?
I washed up well.
-Enjoy it, my child. -But I don't like soup.
Mother Hatice, can you get us some tea while you're at it?
Mother.
Gülcan is our guest tonight.
How many has it been?
Sorry, I forgot. Do I need to remove my nail polish to repent?
Because I just did.
Whatever, I'll paint them again later.
Mom, is this a streetwalker?
Stop it, Bülent!
That's right, son. I'm a streetwalker.
Here you go.
Don't, kid.
Never accept candy from strangers. Okay?
Okay, ma'am.
This is what you should be teaching your son!
Come, Bülent.
Hi, I'm wondering if…
Oh… Were you repenting, chief?
I'll find someone else then.
Wait a second! Police!
I'm a cop. I'm gathering evidence, that's why.
Allah, I praise You for giving me a second chance.
Please forgive me.
I'm asking for tonight. Is it not possible?
Just some friends partying.
Not possible then?
All right. Okay.
Good job, Nihat.
I surveyed the prostitution industry,
and nobody is working.
Good job, son. You're doing well.
Sir, I want you to meet someone.
Her name is Gülcan. She just repented and quit.
Really?
Yeah, I quit, sir.
Took a shower and everything. Washed it all away.
You smell wonderful, dear.
Come in.
You need to take down Demir to finish the job.
I'll tell you everything.
I want you to tell me everything.
Nihat, here's the thing.
Gülcan already told you everything.
So this one should tell me.
Right? Me, that's how it goes.
Sir, you know how they usually talk to me.
This time it will be me, Nihat.
What's up? Did you repent?
Yes. You?
You know, I just… washed.
I came here without washing.
We'll sort it all out. Come with me.
Beautiful.
These baby dolls will be a symbol of our solidarity, my friends.
BE A DOLL CAMPAIGN
The money we earn by selling baby dolls will strengthen our solidarity.
-Sir. -I'm proud of you, Hülya.
In an industry where billions of lira are illegally generated,
we have a long way to go
with our 12,800 liras of revenue from selling the dolls.
I want a baby from you, Gülcan.
Nihat!
No, not like that.
Help the girls out. Sew a doll.
Oh, okay.
Sir!
Necmi, my boy, we started the "Be a Doll" campaign.
-Okay, whatever. -What's wrong, Necmi?
You're sweating and have lots of blisters.
İsmail, sir,
do we have any more of those marked bills?
I was just about to gather more evidence.
But I realized I have no money left.
Now that the industry has gone underground, prices have soared!
We are doing well, Necmi.
Nihat and Hülya are about to put an end to prostitution.
Fine!
But the market is crazy, sir!
Can I please have some money?
Lots of money! I need money!
I need lots of money! Money!
I need to close this case, sir.
What's wrong with you? You're unrecognizable!
You're destroying your body by recklessly making love.
Unrecognizable!
I need to gather evidence, sir!
That's the only way. Gathering evidence!
I need to gather the fucking evidence.
Son!
You're scaring me.
Sir!
I can go there one last time for the raid.
For you. What do you have in mind?
Should I stick my mic in you?
No.
Then you and Gülcan will go to the club first.
Hülya and I will be waiting for your signal.
How will I signal you?
Like this.
Is this good, sir?
It'll get better, my dear.
I do believe that we will sell 38 billion dolls like this.
Lieutenant Nihat is in deep shit this time.
He thinks he can destroy us.
What a dumbass.
It's impossible to tackle a beast as complex as bribery.
You don't even know who's involved.
Just impossible.
Get out of my way.
Get the fuck out. Now!
Nobody move. You are all surrounded.
It's game over.
Men, over here on this side.
-Hülya. -Girls, get behind me.
What a shame.
Necati.
Take these pathetic souls who don't know you can't buy love to the station.
I've had enough!
I'm tired of you destroying our work in the name of the law.
Why are you harassing us?
Why can't you let us live our lives the way we want to?
Think about it,
some things are illegal in one country but not in another.
Also, fuck right off.
You put an end to our gambling gig.
But Vegas is still printing money. Fucker.
Exactly.
Why are you messing with us?
Because I am a human being. Simply a human being.
Quit the bullshit.
Everyone has a price.
How much do you want?
Nihat, don't!
Don't negotiate. We all fell for that trick.
Nihat! Calm down! Don't you do it!
Sir.
Tell me, how much do you want?
50 lira.
What?
50 liras?
I mean it from the bottom of my heart. 50 lira.
Barut, do you have a small 50 lira bill?
I want to toy with him a bit.
Nihat!
Give me my 50 liras. Give it to me!
Throughout my life, I led many to the swamp that is prostitution.
Tricking some, and coercing others.
But this is the cheapest haggle I have ever seen.
You can have my body for 50 lira, but my soul is priceless!
Oh, fuck off!
Lieutenant!
Kill him!
Help!
Lieutenant!
Sir, I'm a good guy.
Nihat!
İsmail, brother!
İsmail. Brother.
Hussy?
Hussy.
She's here, brother.
Nihat.
Prostitution…
End prostitution, Nihat.
It will end, sir.
-Sex… -Sex?
Sex…
should not be bought.
İsmail!
Sex should not be bought.
It should not be bought!
Nihat.
You're still alive. You just won't die.
I can't be killed, Gülcan.
Only my ideas can die.
Okay.
I'm remorseful, Lieutenant.
I will tell you everything.
Everyone already heard everything you said.
Everyone heard it!
Go ahead.
Shout it out!
Testing.
Go ahead!
Ladies, did you hear them as well?
Did you hear everything?
It's true, any kind of struggle to survive in this world is sacred.
But prostitution is not like how it's depicted
in cabarets, musicals, and movies.
It's true, everyone has a price for their body.
I just put my price at 50 liras.
I took a risk, but it was worth it.
Layka, tear those notes of debt.
I do not want anyone laying claim to women's bodies anymore.
Lieutenant Nihat, would you buy a doll that we made for our charity?
Fuck your… Yes, sure, I'll buy some.
It's an emergency, sir.
-What is it? -It's Lieutenant Necmi.
-What is it? -He's dying.
No!
Necmi!
Ladies on every floor…
Making love. Sex.
I'll pay for it. How much?
Only your mom will accept such a…
You, you, you…
Necmi!
My brother.
Did you end prostitution, sir?
Sex.
Do you make house calls?
Organ failure.
He has lots of wear and tear on his body.
He had 26 venereal diseases all over his body when he came in.
We did all we could.
But his manhood…
His manhood?
I'm afraid we couldn't save it, Mr. Nihat.
My condolences.
No!
Since on average one person each day is sucked into the swamp of prostitution,
what are we doing to fight back?
And we at Kuneri Film ask you,
when did we turn into this?
We thank you, the Nihats, Hülyas, Necmis, and İsmails of law enforcement.
And the women, of course. Our women.
We owe so much to you.
Thank you!
THE END
Subtitle translation by: Ahmedşah Bilgi