Masumiyet Page #4

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To the Secret Paradise. It's amazing.

You'll love it.

It's great drinking in the fresh air.

- So here's where the depot is!

He's a film guy, the bastard.

He makes sets out of this lot.

Actually, he's a spy!

- What are you talking about?

- I'm telling you he's a spy.

He's watching us.

No way. He's just some

poor guy like me.

What about Istanbul?

Are you going?

I don't know. I haven't decided yet.

Don't hang around here too long.

It'll become a habit. Ready to go?

Keep an eye on the girl. Don't

start drinking and forget her.

Like she's a lighter!

There's no telling with you.

- Bekir, hurry up with

the breakfast. - OK.

Good morning, Yusuf.

How are you?

Fine, thanks.

We're going out for a while.

I'd come, but I'm tired. Please

keep an eye on ilem, will you?

- This maniac can't be trusted.

- Sure. Don't worry.

This gun doesn't work!

Here, you try. Go on.

No. I don't know anything about guns.

You don't have to.

Just pull the trigger, that's all.

- No. I can't.

- Why not?

You did murder?

They don't stick you in jail for

10 years for no good reason.

Who did you kill?

My best friend.

The day we finished military service.

Out of jealousy?

My sister was married.

They ran away together that day.

I found them that night.

Your sister?

I shot her as well.

The bullet hit her in the mouth,

blew her tongue to pieces.

Then she moved here

with her husband.

Why is the girl deaf and dumb?

She was born like that.

Actually, when Ugur was pregnant,

the father beated Ugur badly.

- Where's her father?

- In Sinop.

The guy in jail?

The other day I saw

Ugur going to the prison.

Her lover.

Is that why you're here in town?

- And you?

- A long story. Complicated.

I grew up in the same neighbourhood

as this whore. Mevlanakapi.

Her father was a policeman.

Alcoholic. A sick man, died young.

She was left with her mother.

In poverty. A miserable life.

We were doing OK for money.

My Dad did something or other.

Then there was Zagor. The

tenant's son from our old house.

His father worked in film.

He was a pickpocket, a thief,

but a likable, good-looking kid.

Ugur went and fell in love with him.

I was a well brought up kid.

I was at school at the time.

That's how we grew up.

What the hell. I always looked

forward to doing military service.

Eventually the time came.

I was drafted.

Everyone back home

seems to wait for it.

When I got back,

they wouldn't leave me alone.

They fixed a house, found a girl

and all that. We got married.

Dad gave me two taxis and a store.

I sold furniture in the store.

One day this b*tch showed up.

I'll never forget. The moment

I saw her, I felt this pang.

She was wearing a printed skirt.

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