Aleph (Alef)

Previously...

I'm here to take Semiha.

Would it be so bad if you say hello in the name of God, first?

Enough of your bullshit, I'll just take Semiha and go.

Semiha!

You said that you're sharing my feelings about London.

But for some reason, I think it's just the opposite.

What?

I mean, like you loved it there so much once...

...but now there are things you're trying to forget.

Spanish.

I have a translator's approval.

What does it say?

"It's gonna hit."

Listen, listen, man, I need your help.

What kind of accident is that?

You killed all those people by accident?

You killed them by accident?

What is this, sir?

What's this? These are nothing to do with me, sir, I swear.

Nothing to do with you?

You don't even read it.

If you bothered to read, you'd know it mentioned...

...a Mevlevi lodge burnt by fanatics in 17th century!

Then maybe you wouldn't go to sleep...

...when we have a lead on a burnt lodge at Fatih!

If you love London so much, why did you come back?

I mean... For predictable reasons.

Affairs of the heart.

You work too much as always.

How did you get in here?

I just want to see you.

I don't want to see you again.

Don't touch me.

-Kemal... -No.

I know you miss me.

No.

-You miss me. -No.

No!

I said no!

I'm sorry.

I couldn't take it anymore.

I was sure I was going mad again.

And I felt...

We just couldn't go through another of those phases.

I was just doing what seems to be the best possible thing.

Love, please let me. Please, my love. Please.

Look, my love...

You have given me the greatest possible happiness.

I don't think two people could have been happier...

...until this... This terrible disease.

I'm sorry, Kemal.

I couldn't fight any longer.

Why?

Why did you take Carol with you?

What?

What did you say?

Carol... Why did you take her with you?

I didn't take anyone. Did she?

Did she come after me?

You took her with you. You're such a selfish...

No!

No, Kemal, I told her to stay there.

No, she was supposed to stay there! No!

No, I promise, she was supposed to stay there, Kemal!

Oh, no!

No!

Wake up!

Come on!

Come on, move!

Turku derby.

786. Write 2.

Batın Bosnalı.

Kamil, don't forget Haka.

We have Helsinki already. -Here.

Sir?

What?

My bike?

It should be at the garage. You can go and take it.

Sir, you got me wrong.

It doesn't have any accident or ticket, so...

That's the procedure, take it from garage.

But why is that? What did I wrong? Why did they take it there?

Cut it short, man!

You have to follow the procedure!

Kamil. 786, Helsinki, don't miss this chance, man.

Listen to me, they're killing it this year.

-Sir? -What is it again, man?

My lighter is missing.

I had a lighter, a Zippo. -Fuck your lighter!

Fuck off!

Don't drive me mad.

...the God, created man as a minimal example of the universe.

If man would grew bigger and bigger...

...it would assume the shape of the universe.

And if the universe shrinks and shrinks...

...it would assume the shape of the man.

So man is a little universe...

...and the universe is a big man.

The matter of man informs us from the universe.

And the spirit of man informs us from the unknown world...

...from hidden, invisible, veiled worlds.

So, dear Muslims...

...due to this reason...

...they get into a joyful state of an indescribable rejoice.

They reach the endless joy of being a subject of God.

Sinan.

May the great Allah makes us triumphant...

...on our renouncing worldly life.

-Amin! -Sinan!

May He makes us among the ones...

...who can renounce being simple man even a little.

-Amin! -Sinan!

May He makes us be able to build a real pact of fraternity.

Amin!

Al-Fatiha.

In the name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful.

What did you get me involved into, man?

You motherfucker!

God forgive, may Allah make you hold your tongue.

Fuck off! Cut the Muslim act you fucker!

What the shit did you do with my bike?

-Peace be with you. -Peace be with you too.

What the shit did you do with my bike?

The police fucked me up!

-What bike, man? -You know it, you motherfucker!

Batın, hold your tongue, we're in the lodge.

Man, don't play the fool to me or I'll fuck you real good.

What the shit did you do with my bike?

Why is the police after me?

How the hell should I know about your bike?

You did just one favor and you bring me to book now, douchebag!

God forgive me.

Man, Sinan?

Huh?

Why did you ask for the bike the other night?

I took Mr. Hodja to the lodge.

For the Ragaib talk.

What the fuck? Why are you taking him with the bike?

Mr. Hodja ask for help from youngs when he got caught in the traffic.

And I helped.

-And then? -What then?

We prayed and talked whole night.

Where did you left the bike?

Down there.

Did you leave the keys on it?

Why would I do that? I left them at the keyring near the kitchen.

Were they there all night, are you sure?

I'm sure!

Batın, are you gonna tell me what's this about the police, bro?

-It's your mom's pussy. -Batın!

Batın!

Connection between Nusret Işık and Mustafa Diri

Emergency Assembly Point

Peace be with you.

What are you doing, brother?

At this hour here... Are you lost?

No.

What are you doing here at this hour?

It supposed to be an old dervish lodge here.

It burnt.

Why are you asking?

Are you watchers here?

Let's assume so.

Homicide Bureau.

Let me see your ID's.

Look, brother, there are places that even the police can't go freely.

Just go on your way.

Don't insult our dear master's memory.

I said, show me your ID's.

Show it.

Here.

Come and get them from the station tomorrow.

Pardon.

Smoking inside isn't allowed.

What's your name?

Yasin.

How old are you, Yasin?

Excuse me?

I said, how old are you?

19.

Sir, please forgive us.

There is the retirement dinner of Lütfullah's wife.

That's why we called that boy.

He's novice, he doesn't know you.

Please, continue inside if you want.

Call me that boy.

Captain, I'll give him a clip on the ear, you...

Recep, don't make me fuck your ear, I said call him.

Come here, Drill Sergeant Yasin.

So, they told you who am I, huh?

This how it is in this country, Yasin.

They teach you how to treat to somebody...

...by fucking force to you.

You treat different to influential people...

...different to poors...

...and different to people who're fucking powerful, yeah?

Come closer.

Come closer!

Get your head up.