Kabadayi Page #3

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I've hunted high and low for you.

Just when I thought I'd found you

you melted away again, damn it!

How's your wife?

Dead. It's been years now.

And your lovely... son?

Him too.

He caught some incurable illness.

God... rest his soul.

Oh dear... Children...

They do nothing but make you suffer.

Did you... marry again later?

I was done with affairs of the heart

twenty-five years ago.

Come closer.

Now that you're here...

Telling... you... this...

...is so hard.

Is it true what I just heard?

Teoman, we're OK for whisky

but the vodka's running low.

I'll take care of it.

Is that OK?

Hey, Bahadr. I'm talking to you.

- Look. Is it straight?

- It's fine.

- Don't, babe!

- Well hey, aren't you shy.

- The guy's watching for God's sake.

- Come on, girls. Move your butts.

But we already bust our butts.

There's nothing left to move.

Look, Teoman. Are we barmaids,

are we labourers, or what?

We want a raise! We want a raise!

There's to be no complaining,

no raises.

Who messes around,

I'll catch right away.

This track really makes me ill.

He's gone. Now come here.

Don't, babe. Look, he'll be watching

on screen. It's shameful!

Murat!

- Is your name Murat?

- Yes.

Is your mother's name Afet?

- Why are you asking?

- Is it or isn't it?

Yes.

I've come here because...

Your mother's very ill.

Well actually, she's on her deathbed.

She wants to see you one last time.

Where's the loser?

Where's that loser Teoman?

- Don't move. Let's see your hands.

- There you go, my hands.

Trying to take the piss, flatnose?

Get this all of you.

Devran, the boss,

is taking over this bar.

That loser Teoman is going to sign

the place over to the boss.

If he doesn't

we will burn down the place.

Is that clear?

Got that, Teoman, you loser?

As for you, Karaca Abla...

The boss sends you

special greetings.

He'll be seeing you both soon.

Bro, are you OK?

- Yes, fine.

- Bro, what was that about?

This place is mobster town.

The guy's been on my back

for ages

He harasses me, wants protection

money. He nags about Karaca.

I'd have beaten them all up

except I felt sorry for the losers.

I guess I should get this patched up.

Come and help me, girl.

You didn't piss your pants, did you?

I'll come with you.

What do these guys want from you?

It's got nothing to do with you.

Why did my mother send you here?

How do you know her?

She doesn't have anyone else.

Tell her my mother's been dead

for years.

Don't do this.

It's her dying wish.

The woman wants to see her son.

Why are you sticking

your nose into this?

Who are you to turn up here,

tell me what to do?

- And bang on about my mother...

- Your father.

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