Mr Dread (Dehşet Bey)

Few people in Türkiye knew this concept. It surfaced thanks to your book.

And it got a lot of attention.

Meanwhile, let's show the book.

Moreover, its name is foreign: Vigilantism.

Your book is a bestseller. How do you explain this?

Honestly, I don't know.

I've written seventeen books, none sold properly.

I don't get why there's so much interest in Vigilantism?

Perhaps we were wrong.

Our people want to understand some matters in depth.

The book is still very new. It hit number one in 6-7 weeks.

Some viewers may be unfamiliar. Briefly explain: what is vigilantism?

Vigilantism is the act where

a group without legal authority uses illegal methods to enforce justice.

Vigilant means lawless in English. In Latin, it means being alert.

In Spanish, 'vigilante' means guard on watch duty.

My life will end loving you, Abide.

May I have another one, please?

Do I know you from somewhere?

Yes, from here. You come here every day.

The regular's familiarity.

No, not from here. From somewhere else.

Would you happen be a doctor or a journalist?

No, ma'am.

I'm not a doctor.

Definitely not a journalist.

Thank goodness.

Sorry, I must be mistaken.

Sorry to bother you.

What's going on, Dehşet? How do you know her?

How would I know any woman?

Technically impossible.

Before or after prison?

Don't play games with me.

I can tell when someone's eyes are filled with love.

Love?

Can't climb the skirts of love, mounted with the burden of blood.

What you call love

is a curse come true.

God forbid.

Here you go.

Before.

What?

I knew her before prison.

Scoundrel.

Chief.

What?

I suppose love at first sight exists.

You mean sudden death?

What do you mean, sudden death?

Like not realizing you're dead. They kill cattle in one bolt,

stun them, keeping meet tender.

That's what dying like cattle means. I would never want that.

I'd feel degraded. Because I want to be aware.

Chief, you're odd.

That guy who just left.

With the maroon jacket, he comes here often.

Good thing you're aware of that.

If you can't control your face, your eyes,

you'll end up having to meet him.

But the problem is

you wouldn't be aware of that.

Who is he exactly?

Sudden death.

Who are you looking for, bro?

You deaf? Who are you looking for?

We'll get acquainted soon you pack of Do-Dea's.

Do-Dea? What the hell is that?

- A double-dealer. - Whoa

take it easy, scoundrel!

Take another step and I'll make you famous.

Tell me, who the hell are you?

I am here to see his highness, Kudret Karadag.

Get out!

- Get out. - What's going on?

Who the hell are you?

- Is that Dehşet? - Yes, boss, that's him.

What are you waiting for? Take that maniac down!

You may call this a "battle." I call it a "racket."

Dehşet,

I'll pay twice what Alparslan pays you.

We can make a deal.

Just tell me what you want.

Most murders are a killer's first act.

I'm in the minority.

Dehşet, just name it.

We'll do it your way.

Let's immortalize this moment.

The condition of humanity is a war of all against all.

A war where everyone is the enemy.

You may only trust your own strength and your own weapons.

Unless you subdue them, people won't respect you.

We're all on someone's blacklist.

All the good we do only serves to sustain evil.

Our existence is lacking, harsh, and brief.

We're all going to die and we're helplessly afraid.

You may call this madness,

I call it reality.

Moreover, these are not my ideas.

Ideas of 17th-century English thinker Thomas Hobbes.

I merely agree with him.

And you will agree with me.

Not every change from past to present is an improvement.

Understand this well.

Some things move forward, get better.

Some things worsen, regress.

Some things disappear as well.

For example, phones advanced.

Architecture regressed. Forests vanished.

What else has disappeared?

Homesickness.

Who sings the song of longing? Anyone feeling its burn? No.

What else has disappeared?

The horse.

Who has a horse? No one.

What else has disappeared?

Love.

Is anyone like Bamsi Beyrek left? Imprisoned for 16 years

dreaming for his lover? No.

In this era, which woman would wait for 16 years? None.

That woman exists only in the legends.

In Dede Korkut's tales.

She wouldn't wait sixteen days or weeks, let alone sixteen years.

Why am I telling you all this?

In the end, we'll have to kill a lot of men.

This is the home of the Braves. Not the gathering grounds of bards.

We are the Braves, gentlemen.

We are warriors. We're on duty for life.

We fight day and night with drug traffickers, corruptors,

with human traffickers, those attacking national values,

with all kinds of scoundrels.

And yet, this man insists, "I am in love, I'll get married."

Are you a warrior or a sweetie?

Are you a cutie or a love spark?

Forty years ago, love lasted three years.

Then it shortened to eighteen months, like military service.

In the 2000s: six months, three months, 45 days, now one night or a week.

Boss.

You're right, love and all.

We already

know that.

You know, Bekir, yet some are still off their mark.

He'll definitely marry.

Are you gay, is that why? What will happen once you marry?

In 1.5 years you'll have nothing left to talk about with your wife.

Here, you fight and die for the country. You risk your life for the state.

You live alone like a mountain lion, a golden eagle, a steppe wolf.

No lover, no family, no children either.

Dad, do mountain lions really live alone?

How should I know? It was figurative speech.

Stay on topic.

- Our subject is wives and guys. - Don't make me fuck them both!

In the age of Tinder, polyamory, one-night stands-don't speak of love.

What is polymory?

"Polyamory."

Never heard of it?

- No, I haven't. - Multiple lovers.

In layman's terms, everyone fucking everyone!

The new name of sleaziness. Original form of bumpkinry.

Boss. Where is Batur?

I was just getting to that.

Brother Batur fell in love, and will start a brand-new life.

In a pink-shuttered house, they will live happily ever after.

Batur will become a family man, and will raise children.

As he's a romantic sadist. An emotional hitman. Erol Evgin of the braves.

Well, our job is to congratulate him, of course.

- One day we'll move to a better place. - But it's fine if we don't.

If anything happens to you, I can't go on.

Nothing will happen to me. Okay?

But if something happens to me

- you know very well where to go. - I won't go anywhere.

Nothing will happen to you either, enough.

Batur

I'll be in the shower.

Nejat Kanije.

So, you really believed it, Batur?

Believe what?

That you could escape.

Actually you don't

you just want to.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

Where the bears play.

- That's odd, I've never heard that. - How come?

- That's the boss's line. - Uh-huh.

Nejat...

don't you dare touch Meltem.

Meltem doesn't know anything anyway.

Do you remember when at the dorm we used to haul bricks to the brick kiln.

To earn our daily wage, we'd carry a thousand bricks

Batur!

Batur are you all right?

Batur answer me! Are you okay?

Long story short,

our brother Batur is now excommunicated.

The other day...

Talking about the match? I had work, couldn't come.

Don't interrupt me, you son of a bitch!

Wanna have fun guys?

My eyes were already fixed on you, minx.

He talks funny, but his tongue works wonders.