Distant Page #3

Leave it.

Didn't you see me do that before?

- Why did we stop?

- Open that window.

God, what a place to photograph!

It's best to shoot from the top.

Sheep in front and the lake behind.

Shall I set up the camera now?

Shall I?

Mahmut?

F*** it!

Why bother?

- I'll set it up right now.

- Forget it.

Kamil, put it down on the rug.

I'll take it from there.

Mahmut. This is your sister.

Mom is sick.

We're rushing to emergency.

Call me back.

Mahmut, where the hell are you?

Mom's been hospitalized.

She'll be operated on tomorrow.

I'm staying with her. My kid's

suffering and so is my work.

You could at least come and help.

How can you refuse to get a mobile?

You're so irresponsible!

- God, I'm tired.

- Take this.

Isn't it too much?

In that case, give some back.

If you take more photos

I'd like to come along again!

What's wrong, Mom?

Can't you sleep?

It hurts. Right here.

Maybe it's just gas.

Do you think I should walk a bit?

All right. Let's give it a try.

Take the serum, too.

Come on, now.

Hold the serum up.

Higher. Higher.

- Or else, blood comes.

- Easy, now.

It hurts more when I lie down.

Sickness comes

when you least expect it.

And you smoke so much!

I don't understand

why you smoke so much.

I can't stop, Mom.

I've tried...

Yes, you can. First cut down,

and then give it up altogether.

Just a bit more, sweetie.

I can't find anything

in this house.

I'm closing the door

to keep the noise down.

Yusuf. Are you there?

It's Mahmut.

If you're home, pick up the phone.

Hey Mahmut.

Where were you?

I've called you all day.

Well you know, I went to...

How's your mom doing?

We brought her home.

She's resting. Listen...

I've got something going on

at my place tonight.

Can you get lost until ten or so?

Sure. I'll go to Beyoglu or

around there.

- I've got this thing to do.

- I got it.

Son of a b*tch!

Look at that.

Little prick!

Filthy son of a b*tch!

- Is she gone?

- Is who gone?

You know.

- Did you smoke in the living room?

- No, I didn't.

Come on, stop lying.

It reeked here when I came in.

And there were ashes on the floor.

Remember that day when

we smoked together?

I thought you smoked here, too.

Listen to me!

When I turn my back,

you take advantage of it.

I often told you to flush

the toilet, for instance.

- No, you didn't.

- Do I have to tell you this?

At your age,

haven't you learned yet?

When you're a guest,

you have to be a little careful.

I'm not home for a day

and you sh*t everywhere.

I've got lots of worries,

and now I have to clean your sh*t?

Listen...

No more smoking in the kitchen,

either. I've quit.

Okay.

What do you think?

I bought it for my niece.

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