Av Mevsimi Page #3

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He was teaching me how to build boats.

We used to go out fishing together.

So anyway.

Cemil, his father said;

I fit was up to me I'd say shoot him,

he'll learn a lesson.

But his mom would be very upset.

He said "Could you do something about it?"

He said

"Go do something not could you?"

I'd do anything for Cemil,

so I talked to both families.

They forgave him. I saved his ass.

May God bless you.

After my father died in the sea,

Ferman became like a father to me.

Thanks to him I'm in the service.

I could never pay him back.

It's hard to make a marriage work

with this job.

Asiye is a little crazy

but she's a nice girl.

I made her suffer a lot.

We were trying to make it work but

it didn't, with all the fighting.

Sorry Kezban, I'm a little late.

Don't even mention it.

How is she today?

You know she can be a little tired

on days like this.

- Could I leave?

- Of course.

God bless you.

- Good night.

- Good night.

Bro, could you look over here?

- You guys had a few drinks?

- That crazy guy, he insisted.

- How was your day?

- As usual.

- We found a hand.

- What? A hand?

Oh my God, I don't believe it.

What did you do with the hand?

It was sent to the forensics

in a package.

- It smells in here.

- Really?

Mr. Arda, excuse me.

It smells in here.

That's not possible.

You're right. There is a smell.

Pelinsu I'm talking to you.

Nanna I'm on the phone.

Just give me a break.

Come and gather your things.

Nanny! I'll call you back later.

You never listen to what I say.

We spend our lives trying to understand

what you're saying.

What kind of language is that Pelinsu?

What kind of language?

I don't speak her language.

You better send me to learn it,

maybe then I'll understand her.

You don't know what you're saying.

You're starting to sound like your mom.

Efecan did you eat?

You're done eating but I haven't eaten.

Go to your rooms, right now.

Pelinsu you, too.

- But dad, there's a show on TV...

- I said, right now.

The boy never comes home,

the girl is always on the phone.

- What happened?

- Nothing.

- dris, what happened?

- Nothing mom.

Things happen every day. Robbery,

kidnapping. Is this what you worry?

My hand is not pretty.

My mom's hands are pretty

but they smell like onions.

My dad's hands smell like cigarettes,

they're black.

They become more black when he's angry.

My granddad used to say hands tell tales.

My granddad used to tell tales

with his hands.

People used to stare at his hands.

He used to say each hand has a story.

He could see it, I guess.

When I look at my hands...

I only see bitten nails

OK, I get it, but?

We'll move forward after we hear

what the forensics and CSI say.

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