A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES
I've sinned.
I've sinned so much up to this point. But this time, it's different.
It hurt me this time.
I felt bad.
What are you doing?
I am confessing my sins.
You came to the wrong place. The church is down the street.
It doesn’t matter. Can I keep talking?
But you missed the whole point.
If you're suffering, come, let's talk about it.
Huh?
Come on.
So?
I'm listening.
It all happened because of me.
Arrogance is a great sin.
What do you mean?
You say that it all happened because of you.
What if somebody says,
"Who the fuck do you think you are?"
"Why would it be because of you?"
Somebody could say that.
The time's coming, I should renew my ablution.
And don't work yourself up.
A man cannot be a reason for anything, he can only be an excuse.
Okay? Come on now.
Words don't change the truth.
If you hadn't met me, you could be alive.
Gargle with salt water.
-Won't it hurt? -It hurts a lot, but it will help.
There are some white sores. Want me to show you?
No, don't show me.
I get it. They must be canker sores.
Canker?
It hurts so much that the name should be much more horrible.
Your immune system is weakened, be careful.
By the way,
Bewar is okay. He feels very happy.
Who is Bewar?
Who? Don't you know the name of the kid you brought here?
Okay!
If he's happy, I'm happy.
-His name doesn't matter. -What do you mean?
You start establishing a bond with someone by his name.
If you call someone by his name, you create an ID.
I've established a bond with the sores on my tongue without knowing their names.
Finding out they are cankers didn't ease my pain.
Make fun of me all you want.
Don't you like it when someone calls you by your name?
-Adem! -I was just talking about this.
My dad asked for you. He's in the patisserie.
Patisserie?
Why doesn't your dad sit in his office?
He gets bored as no one comes to his office.
He was playing backgammon when I left.
Maybe they'll play okay. They need one more person.
No, it's not like that. Someone is causing trouble in the patisserie.
-Who? -I don't know.
Mesut and all the others are at the shop.
Gosh? What happened?
Come on, we'll find out.
-What's going on, Dad? -Stay back, sweetheart.
This is the guy I was talking about.
They say a shoemaker's son always goes barefoot.
Is that right?
Are you that incompetent boy?
Sir, it's not because of incompetence. It's because they neglect themselves.
They don't have time for themselves
because they spend all their time working for other people.
Yes. Just like how a cook working in a restaurant doesn't cook at home.
Yes, a very good example.
Thanks, Yakup.
Yes?
I'm the tailor. How can I help you?
I hate two types of people.
Those who are overconfident,
and those who underestimate themselves.
Tell me, which one are you?
I don't know.
You tell me.
I will.
But first, I should get to know you.
Our guy in this neighborhood disappeared.
And people say that you were the last person to see him.
Who is your guy?
Do you remember the man you bent over backwards to mess with?
Oh, right, him.
Yeah.
-Do you have any idea where he might be? -Not a clue.
No one knows where he is in the whole neighborhood.
The guy isn't important.
I don't even know his name.
But he had a package that belongs to me.
I want that package.
-From me? -From you.
From you and you.
Good, he left me out.
From all of you!
Shit.
Hand over that package to me by tomorrow.
If not…
someone in this neighborhood will die.
Right, Mesut?
Right, sir.
Bye now.
What is going to happen now?
Do you think he'd do what he said?
He didn't even tell us a name. It'd be nice if he told us a name.
If this was his intention, he'd have done it already.
Hey, listen.
-Huh? -You don't know these bastards.
If he says he's going to do something, he certainly will.
I know.
Then why are you lying?
What is the point of making people worried over nothing?
Adem is right.
They would try to solve this on their own.
-I'm calling the cops. -No. No cops.
Why not?
Calling the cops would make this more complicated.
He is right.
If they find out that the cops are involved, they'll get mad.
Then we have no other choice but to find the drug dealer.
-You won't find him. -Why not?
Even his own boss can't find him. How can you?
-He ran away with the package. -What are we going to do?
Wait till this guy kills one of us?
This seems like our best option.
I can't stand idly by. You can choose not to interfere.
-Where are you going? -To find the package.
Wait. This is not something you can do.
-What? -And now you're fucked.
What do you mean I can’t do it?
Yes, what do you mean by that?
-Yakup, don't interfere. -Okay.
Even my dad doesn't tell me what to do.
So I won't ask you whether I can do something or not.
You're right. It's totally my fault.
Here is an idea.
While we search for him, you take care of the shop.
We'll let you know if we find something.
You have a job to do. And you know the people in the hood the best.
It's important to keep them calm.
You can keep an eye on them. What do you say?
Deal. But let me know when you find something.
Promise.
Don't ever get into an argument you cannot win.
Okay, we're stuck with this. Do you know where we should begin?
We're going to Mesut.
-Good cop or bad cop? -What cop?
You said we were going to make Mesut talk. Do you want to be good or bad?
I don't use tricks when I want to make someone talk.
How are you going to make him talk?
I can pull out his fingernails.
No one can resist after the third fingernail.
If he doesn't speak, then I start cutting his fingers.
He has ten fingers after all.
Twenty if you count the toes.
No. I can't smell his feet to make him talk.
Dear God.
-Thank you. Come back anytime. -Thank you, Mesut.
-Mesut. -Yes, sir?
If that package isn't found, someone is going to die.
It might be you.
I told you, I have nothing to do with it.
Mesut.
Why do we pay you?
To make us comfortable in this neighborhood.
Then our guy disappears.
How does that happen?
-You will find that package tonight. -Yes, sir.
Hairy fuck.
What are we going to do?
We'll wait. I'm sure Adem is the behind all of this.
Azrael kills him,
and we get the shop.
If you did your job, this wouldn't have happened.
Go get us two cups of tea.
Right away.
Well, well, well! Look who's here!
Yakup, did you even know where my shop was?
I'll ask you something. Tell me the truth.
What's in the package Azrael talks about?
I don’t know.
But I do know what is going to happen if you don't find it.
What do you mean?
Why is it all on us now?
We can all end up in the shithole, Mesut. You’re also one of us, keep that in mind.
This guy came to me the other day.
-The dealer? -Yes.
He said he was short on money and wanted 5,000.
He said he'd pay it back soon. I asked him how he would pay.
He didn’t say a word. I got suspicious.
So, I pushed him.
He talked about a big shipment.
Shipment of drugs?
He is the middleman.
He said he'd pay us back with his cut from the job.
So, what did he do?
He ended up stealing because the money wasn't enough?
At least we know what we’re looking for now. Let’s go.
Mesut.
Stay away from Civan.
He is a good kid. He can’t handle this stuff.
Indeed, he can’t.
He is just not cut out for this.
He isn’t like you.
You were a gem.
It's hard to find someone like you.
Work with me again. Just like the old days.
How are you today, Mr. Servet?
I feel better.
Did the pills help you sleep?
Yes, they did. I don't have nightmares anymore.
I see.
Has there been a big change in your life recently?
Yes.
So, do you like it, Mr. Servet?
It's great.
What about that construction project?
I'm going to take care of that myself today.
Please don't worry about it and enjoy your new office.
It's quite comfy.
Enjoy it. You can leave everything behind now.
What is it that you're trying to leave behind?
My shadow.
This is very difficult.
It's not that difficult, actually.
I noticed that…
if you dive into darkness…
your shadow disappears.
Is this what you're trying to do?
I am trying to do it.
But still, everywhere is so bright.
I need…
I need more darkness.
I need much more darkness.
All right.
I don’t think he'd hide the large amount of drugs he stole from his boss here.
Sometimes the best place to hide something is right under their noses.
Ever since I came to this hood, whenever I say,
"There must be nowhere else that smells worse than here," there always is.
What the hell is this?
Why do they wrap beer bottles in newspapers?
Both faults and prayers are hidden here.
You need a lot of paper to hide your faults.
You should cover Mesut like this.
Was he telling the truth? Did you work for him back then?
Desperation.
Desperation. Yeah, I know.
It makes you do things.
You were so desperate then?
I am an orphan.
I grew up on the streets.
I was eight or nine years old.
Mukhtar grabbed my hand and slapped me.
-Why? -He caught me trying to steal his wallet.
He was taking me to the police station.
I cried so much, he brought me here.
He took care of me.
He provided me a shelter.
I was like his own flesh and blood.
-You were lucky. -Yeah.
But I've always been an outsider to these people.
Moms used to warn their kids not to be friends with me.
They made me feel it was my fault I was an orphan.
Then I met Mesut.
Mukhtar gave me home,
but Mesut offered me more.
I did everything Mesut told me.
He told me to steal, and I did.
He told me to hit…
You're pretty good at it.
Good at what?
Making people talk. You know which fingernail to pull out.
There's nothing here.
We have to find someone who knows the guy.
Who knows a drug dealer?
His customers.
Come on, put it there.
-Do you know where this drug dealer lives? -No.
He used to live in a lodge.
When it was urgent, we used to go there to get drugs.
What is his name?
Everyone used to call him Acid.
Where's this lodge?
It's close. Ten minutes on foot.
But they won't let you in. They don't let people they don't know in.
-Get ready. You're coming with us. -He is not going anywhere!
I'm moving out to keep my son away from those people.
And you're taking him there.
It's not happening. Mustafa can't go anywhere.
He has to come.
He has to? Get out of here.
Let him go. We will find another way.
Didn't you hear what he said? He said they won't let us in.
Either we go with this kid,
or wait to see who Azrael is going to kill.
Uncle Hasan.
We have to find that drug dealer,
or other kids like Mustafa will get hurt.
Don't worry, I'll be with him. I'll keep an eye on him.
We'll be right back. Don't worry. I don't do that stuff anymore.
Okay, then.
You can go.
Listen, Yakup!
Take care of Mustafa.
Don't worry.
I got him.
MOTEL DEMİRTAŞ
OPEN
Oh, Mustafa!
Where have you been?
Is it urgent?
Yes.
Is Acid upstairs?
Fuck him!
That bastard hasn't been here for a week.
Check room number five, they'll help you.
This is Acid's room.
-This one? -Yes.
Nice. His window is facing the back street.
Is there a fire escape?
It doesn't matter. Second floor. I can climb up easily.
I'll go in through the window and open the door.
May God bless you.
I could open it, too. I was trying to make it adventurous.
Easy.
Exactly.
Where are you going? Get out. Knock on the door if someone comes.
-Don't be cruel to the kid. -He's being cruel to himself, not me.
It's not his fault.
He's a drug addict, but it's not his fault?
Did somebody force him into jabbing needles in his arm?
You can't know what he's gone through. Can't you be understanding?
Life is hard for everyone.
But a person has only one body.
If he doesn't take good care of it, that means he's stupid.
Maybe I'd take it seriously if it wasn't an alcoholic saying this.
Besides, he doesn't do drugs anymore.
This doesn't change the fact that he's stupid.
He was getting ready to take off.
Is there anything else?
No.
Come on.
Wait.
-There is a key. -What key?
A car key.
Take it, and let's leave.
Why are you staring at me like that? Move.
Don't mind him. Come on.
-Did you find anything? -No.
Hey, Mustafa! If you see Acid, tell him to drop by.
He should pay his debt instead of avoiding me.
What debt?
Room rent.
And that jerk borrowed 5000 liras from me and still hasn't paid it back.
Did he tell you what that money was for?
No. He didn't.
He has a friend, Tiny.
They're up to something. We'll soon find out about it.
Hey, there he is.
He's running away. Move!
-Quick! -Not again! Not chasing!
Fucker!
Noobs.
Fuck off, you fucker!
Fucker!
-I was just about to catch him. -Sure.
-Why were you running away? -I didn't do anything. I'm clean.
You can search me if you want.
Why would I search you, dude?
-Aren't you cops? -Nope.
Then why are you chasing me? I was scared to death.
-Do you know Acid? -Yes, I do.
Where is he?
I don't know. I came to check on him.
-Did Acid borrow money from that landlady? -Did she complain to you?
We were only short 5000, we asked her to make up for it.
-For what? -We bought a car. Second hand. Clio.
-How much was it? -80,000.
-Model? -2018.
-Kilometers? -5,000.
-Any damages to it? -Original paint.
Holy shit.
-Yakup, will you excuse me, please? -Sorry.
-Where is Acid now? -I said, I don't know.
He had one last thing, then we were going to leave.
Where?
To the Mediterranean Region. We were going to stop doing this job.
We were planning to live as fishermen or something.
Wow, dude.
Even the drug dealers are dreaming of settling in a seaside town.
Dude, what would you do in a fucking seaside town?
-Maybe he left without you. -Acid wouldn't do that.
And his car keys are here.
-Why do you have that? -Stop!
I didn't do anything with it. Just let us see the car.
-Yakup! -For the package.
I called him over and over, but he didn't answer.
And I wanted to check the lodge.
Then you started chasing me.
Phone? Oh, right.
Where are you going?
Go back to the hood. See you at the patisserie.
Come here.
Show me the car, huh?
Your plans must be different now that Acid ran away.
Want to sell the car?
-Mr. Mesut? -Yes?
It was very hard to find you.
Hard?
Interesting.
If you asked someone in the hood, they'd tell you.
-What would you like to drink? -Espresso, please.
Huh?
-Espresso. -What so?
Americano is also okay.
Go get us two cups of tea.
So, why were you looking for me?
Mr. Metin told me that you're in charge of property here.
Mr. Metin? Metin the contractor?
-Yes, I'm in charge of it. -Then, you're not so good at your job.
-Excuse me? -The construction hasn't started yet.
Oh, that's because of an asshole.
Excuse me.
There…
There is the asshole.
Sorry, I couldn't find a nicer word.
-I see. -It's because of him.
But it's only a matter of time. We'll soon have that place, too.
-Great. Everything's all right. -Yes, don't worry.
-I'll go then. -You didn't drink your tea.
-Mr. Mesut! -There is no need for "Mr."
-Just call me Mesut. -Mesut!
I didn't come here to be consoled.
Where's that asshole's shop?
It'd be better if you said "Mr.", I guess.
Okay, let's go then, madam.
-Tea? -Don't start with your tea.
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Weird. It used to be open all the time.
Who is the owner?
A guy called Adem.
It was actually Adil's shop.
He was a very good man, may he rest in peace.
Then his son just came out of nowhere.
Does he have any other relatives?
-No. -Did he have a certificate of inheritance?
Mukhtar takes care of those things. I don't know.
His office is right there. Let's go.
No. I don't have time.
Take my card.
Let me know if something happens.
Don't worry, Miss Özlem. I got this.
-See you. -See you.
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I should get going.
-Have another cup of tea. -My dad must be worried.
-Then I can give you a lift. -It's fine.
I'll drop by our old apartment. There were a few bags left.
All right, whatever you say.
-See you. -Come here. Let me say goodbye.
Thanks.
-See you. -All right.
-Are you leaving? -My dad must be waiting for me.
-How much is it? -Get lost, you punk!
You grew up, and now you're paying the bill, huh? Say hi to them.
-All right. -Go directly home.
So, what happened?
-Nothing. I told him I'd buy it for 70,000, he said no.
I'm not talking about the car. What about the package?
-No. -Did you search the car?
-We did. -And nothing?
Not even a scratch. That car is just like a baby.
You're doing the same thing! So, where did Adem go?
I don't know, Dilara!
He said, "See you at the patisserie" and left.
You know what?
Adem is hiding something.
Like what?
I don't know, but he's suspicious.
He is obviously hiding something.
You can’t be serious. Adem is a good guy.
He keeps running around to find the package.
Don’t be mad at him over nothing.
Shall we continue?
I did.
Excuse me?
Last week you asked me about the affective disorder.
I experienced something.
I…
I miss my shadow, Doctor.
I miss my shadow a lot.
You said you wanted to get rid of it.
I lied.
I have lied many times
in my life.
I lied to my shadow the most.
I didn’t want it to go away, I wanted this burden to go away.
What is this burden?
It’s a burden that not anyone can bear.
What would you tell him if he were here?
I would apologize.
For what?
For everything.
I’m sorry for everything I have done.
I'm sorry.
I keep saying, "There can't be a place that stinks worse,"
but I keep finding one.
Nice!
Dilara! I found Acid's…
What are you doing here?
I'm here for the package.
It was either the package or a dead body.
Isn't one dead body enough? Do you still want the package?
Yes.
It's not me that killed him after all.
I asked you to take care of him!
Is this how you take care?
Dear God!
My son!
My son! My Mustafa!
My son!
AMBULANCE
You killed him! You killed Mustafa!
He died the moment you took him to the lodge.
Why are you staring at me like that? Move.
Aren’t you gonna say anything?
Say something. Just say he was stupid.
Say it, and I’ll fuck you up!
Leave me alone!
I killed him.
I killed him, too.
I killed the drug dealer.
And I killed my dad.
My mom…
I didn't kill my mom.
I just wanted to help.
Where the fuck are you? I have the package.
If you want it, come here right now.
Where?
Who the fuck are you?
Me?
I'm the dark face of this city.
-Where is Acid? -I don't know. Do you have the package?
ID CARD
-What's this? -It's Acid's ID.
Now, tell me. Where's Acid?
I said, I don't know.
-Who are you? -I'm his friend. From the lodge.
Are you the man he called Tiny?
You're not tiny at all.
Anyway.
Listen.
If you see Acid, tell him that…
if he wants to take this back,
he should arrange a meeting with Azrael.
I could barely get permission from commissar for this operation.
Do you understand?
Acid was a snitch.
He was tipping off the cops about you.
They were going to arrange a fake meeting.
They were going to catch you in the act and lock you up.
You were the package.
Why are you telling me all this?
Because you are a canker.
-A what? -A canker.
You're a sore on the tongue.
You try to get used to it, but you know it's there.
You don't know when it's going to hurt you.
When you think it disappeared, it comes back again.
It's useless to struggle against you.
It's absurd to tell you,
"Here's the new deal."
I can't make a deal with you.
I can only ask for a favor.
A favor?
What kind of a favor?
Stay away from this hood.
I want nothing else.
You underestimate yourself.
Or I underestimated you.
You didn't have to tell me all this, but you did.
Leave before I regret it.
You're so naive you'll get caught in a few years anyway.
Be careful who you work with.
What about you?
-Would you like to work with me? -No.
Evil isn't my thing.
I'm tired of living like a shadow. Besides, I have friends here.
Okay, then.
Your choice.
But if you talk about me, don't refer to me as a canker.
Keep calling me Azrael.
I'm sorry about the kid.
Mustafa.
What?
The kid's name is Mustafa.
Does it matter?
It does.
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Translation by: Faruk Berk