Umut Page #2

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- What's up, what do you want?

- My horse has died.

I came to you.

I could manage if I buy a new one.

Your horse is none of my business.

Did I tell you...

to move to the town? All town horses die.

Get going, the town will feed you.

What can I get from him?

You can take his daughter.

My horse died, Uncle Hamit.

I went to everyone whom...

...I worked for. No one lends money.

You're my last hope.

Business isn't good. My horse works at sand.

The horse of that cart died.

I couldn't replace it.

You can do sand-work.

- Go, buy salt.

- Let's go together.

- Let's buy a melon.

- There isn't enough money.

Bicycle.

Take one of those.

- Easy. It's my turn now.

- Okay, ride it.

- You bastard.

- Mum, don't.

I wish you were dead.

I'll kill you if I catch you.

Mum, I won't do it again.

Please, I promise.

Grandma, father. Don't, mother.

I wish I was dead and rid of you all.

- Why's the boy crying?

- I gave him money to buy salt.

& the bastard spent the money on

a bicycle ride.

Come on, son. Did mother beat you?

I'll beat her too.

You keep spoiling them.

As a father you never beat them.

I'm miserable because of them.

I wish I was dead.

Go, ride the bike.

And 25 kurus to buy salt.

He'll ride the bike!

Give me the money.

If you ride the bike again,

I'll break your legs.

Give me the money, I said.

Don't spoil the kids.

You'll go, I'll have to tolerate...

...them. I'm sick and tired.

I'll leave the house.

They make me miserable.

I wish the same on them.

Don't curse.

We've got enough trouble already.

- I wish them all dead.

- Don't curse.

- I will.

- You'll die instead of the kids.

I wish all of you dead so I'd be rid

of you all.

- Enough, don't make me mad.

- What if you're mad?

- Shut up.

- I won't.

I hope you break your hands.

Move, girl.

Shut up.

Let's go to buy salt.

We could ride the bike.

Mother beats us.

She can't. Then father beats her.

- What about your exam?

- They'll tell me tomorrow.

Shut up.

Number 238239 one million,

Number 140413200,000 lira...

Last 3 numbers 109,392, 504 won 200 lira.

- Nothing for my ticket?

- Nothing, Dad.

Children, come & eat.

Come on, food's ready.

Eat your food.

I would sell the cart and the horse.

They won't pay much.

We can't even pay our debts.

If I could buy a horse,

I could earn our bread.

The cart is old, no one wants to take it.

I've got an idea.

I could sell our things

that are worth selling...

...then I could buy a horse.

As you wish.

A coachman can't pay his debts,

if his horse is dead..

What will Cabbar do now?

He can't buy a new horse.

Let's sell his cart and horse

and share the money.

Cabbar owes all of us.

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