Panzehir Page #2

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get out of there with your ass intact.

If I didn't know you better,

I'd say you respected the guy.

Kadir is the last tiger in the jungle.

He's the last pure hitman in Istanbul.

He's been raised to kill and kill only.

And if you want to survive,

you'd better respect him too.

- I'm a bad man.

- I know.

I've done horrible things.

Unforgivable things.

I know.

I can't be in love with you

and remain that man.

I told Cemal I'm getting out.

Let's just go away. Tomorrow.

Let's just leave everything behind.

But what about your job,

your students?

If you'll come with me

and leave your life behind, so will I.

They're holding

a farewell dinner for me.

I need to attend it

and leave on good terms.

Then, I'll look for tickets to Munich

for tomorrow morning.

- Let's just start fresh.

- We will.

Stay close to Ferit.

He's the brains.

He'll never put himself in harm's way.

So, you'll be safe too.

Nobody knows who you are

except those in this room.

Even the department is unaware.

The village head in Sadikali

tampered with the records.

You're a member of the Kilic family now.

Stand behind everything you say.

As long as you remain confident,

you'll be fine.

Give me your ID.

Nobody has managed to convict Cemal

in 40 years.

If you do this, you'll become a legend,

they'll teach of you in the academy.

I'd like to keep her picture,

but you'd cuss me out.

Cem, buddy, forget about that girl.

Don't dwell on her. Please, don't drink.

- Don't worry. I'm fine.

- Come on. Let's get going.

Osman is from Karaisali as well.

The beloved old country...

From which part, exactly'?

Sadikali, boss.

- What did you say your last name was?

- Kilic.

The village head verified it.

I knew the grandfather of the Kilic

family. Ls Uncle Ali still with us?

He died in 1999, boss.

When I was young, he used to make honey.

The best honey in all of Adana...

Osman, son, stay close to Ferit.

If there's a problem, go to him.

Our men are short-tempered.

They're from

Karaisali, Kozan, Kadirli...

When we're young,

we all think we're tough guys.

Don't dare let me down!

Mr. Korkut, greetings!

My name is Osman.

They'll be here soon, they're

stuck in traffic. Please, after you.

I should have guessed.

The old man loves surprises.

But to invite the two men

he wanted me to kill only yesterday?

I'd have never thought

in a million years.

Everyone's here.

All the families, big or small.

The Dagdeviren family.

The Gokmusa family.

Even Madam Huma.

The whole hungry wolf pack.

But Istanbul's cake has three owners:

Civan of Haymana.

Hayri the Polite.

And of course, my godfather,

Cemal the Dark.

All have their seasoned killers

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