Kabadayi Page #5
- Year:
- 1968
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Go away! Get out of this place!
No. I don't want to go.
I'm going to quit this stuff.
Look, I'm tossing this out. I'll quit.
I can't be without you.
I love you.
Look, you're the reason
I haven't gone back to Germany.
I only sing your songs.
Get away.
It destroys you
That Devran's the same.
How many times have I told you?
You're a good kid.
Kid?
You speak a German Turkish again
I'm not a German Turk.
I was here till I was 18, idiot.
Don't talk. Love me.
Murat should have been here.
He buried his mother long ago.
Why didn't Afet tell me?
- Tell you what?
- That I had a son.
How could she? You were married.
How could she break up the family?
- Is there too much treble?
- A bit. You carry on. I'll fix it.
We've lost your mother, darling.
How did Mum know I work here?
How did she track me down?
She never did lose track of you.
She always kept an eye on you.
Your mother left you this.
Your Dad's address is on the
envelope. His number's there too.
Either go there, or call him
but make sure you contact him.
However much you disown us...
Who was that?
Uncle Birol.
Well?
My mother is dead.
- What kind of soup is that?
- Lentil.
I want some.
Cemil have me some soup sent over.
What does it remind you of?
What?
Lentil soup.
What does it remind you?
Nothing.
The night you trashed those guys
and took me to the soup place, huh?
- What night was that, Srmeli?
- God! How could you forget?
I was set upon by some punks right?
You know, one night in Beyolu.
The mugging.
You arrived in the nick of time
and beat the sh*t out of those dogs.
All alone.
I honestly don't remember.
True, it was 30 years or so ago.
But it wasn't a night you'd forget.
Come on! How do you expect me to
remember something 30 years ago?
Ali Osman saved my life, Cemil.
I was surrounded by these punks.
They wanted my money
plus you can guess what else.
Suddenly he appeared out of
nowhere like a flash of lightning.
Anyway, I said I was hungry
and you took me to the soup place.
We had lentil soup. So for me,
lentils are beyond special, Cemil.
OK, enough. Can you leave it now?
No I can't.
Now Cemil, not meaning to boast...
...but I was awfully popular once.
I had this effeminate thing.
Although my father was from Konya...
One of the bigwigs.
A respected man. But I won't go on.
Osman rescued me from the street,
and made me Afet's assistant.
Afet was the most famous singer
about at the time.
So it's all thanks to Osman.
OK, Srmeli. Stop!
It's 30 years ago
- What's going on with the Arab?
- He wants more time, Bro.
- He didn't pay?
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