Kabadayi Page #2

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Maybe it's simple forgetfulness.

It happens to all of us.

Is the coffee on its way?

You're asking for a real curse.

Please, Cemil.

Don't do this to us!

What do I care, jerks.

You haven't paid for two weeks.

This pitch doesn't come for free.

Let's see the readies first.

- The what?

- The money, idiot!

We'll pay next week. I swear we will.

Look, there's all these guys waiting.

Not the same story again?

OK. Go and play then.

- But don't forget to pay next time.

- Thanks, old boy.

- Cut the brown-nosing.

- Let's go, guys.

How can I keep things together here

if you do that all the time?

Get in line like you're supposed to.

- Here, cheer yourself up.

- Thanks.

- You get yourself a shave.

- Thanks

Can we talk through

that issue together?

What was the problem?

You know, we made a deal

over the fruit store.

Oh, that business.

I've thought about it.

You're in the wrong with this.

The man has a family to look after.

You can't throw him outjust like that.

You must give him

another two months.

If he still can't pay you by then,

come and see me again.

- OK, Bro. Whatever you say.

- Thanks, Osman.

What's with the face?

- We're in the red again.

- Why's that?

- I have no idea.

- Is it your job to know or mine?

OK, but is it me who lets those bums

use the pitch for free or you?

The clubhouse revenues are a given.

Our take from gambling is a given.

But if you take pity on everyone

and dish out money like you do...

...the thing's bound to end in tears.

It's like the Red Crescent here.

It was my father's last request.

That I should look after the poor.

My father took care of the poor

even when he was in jail.

He fed them

and gave them coal in winter.

Things will carry on this way

as long as I'm around.

You can do what you like

once I'm gone.

Hey! Play properly you fool.

You Thugs!

Didn't I say no swearing?

Didn't I tell you to behave here?

Watch it, or I'll throw you out.

Bro, there's a call for you.

Ali Osman speaking.

She's dying.

What do you call this, Srmeli?

Why didn't you tell me before?

She didn't want me to

I called without asking.

She made me swear on the Koran

not to call.

- No, not here. Not like this.

- What are you doing, Bro?

Not in this hospital.

We'll move her somewhere decent.

There are doctors I know too.

Don't you understand, Ali Osman Bro?

It's too late now.

It's over now.

Afet Abla...

She's living out her last hours.

Bro, she's woken up.

Ali Osman!

How... Did you find out?

Ah, Srmeli!

You haven't... changed at all.

Neither have you, Afet.

Why... are you looking at me like that?

I'm mad at you. How many years

has it been? Twenty? Twenty-five?

You haven't been in touch once.

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