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This world is created...

...with limitless balances.

Some are great, some little, some known and some are unknown.

If you're breathing right now, you owe it to the balance.

DON'T BEAM IN YOUR EYE

INFIRMARY

I lead you to a result, Yiğit.

I showed you the way.

You walked the way yourself.

You've got the rest.

-Get well soon. -Get well soon.

Sorry for your loss.

You're okay, Yiğit, right? I'm really sorry about the old man.

Bug off! I'm bummed already!

Turn the fucking TV off.

-I'm being tortured! -Get the fuck in there!

Bastard's fucking screaming. Bastard.

-Let me go for fuck's sake! -You fucking...

What did you want from a harmless old guy?

-Stop hitting! -What? What did you want?

-Hakan! -What did you want?

Hakan, alright. Stop.

-Look at me! -Hakan!

-Talk! Fucking talk! -Hakan, stop!

We know Mesut made you do it all!

Give the names of the officers who helped you. Or he'll kill you!

-God damn you! -Bastards!

-Stop hitting! -Bastard!

Money is not an issue.

Them not working here is good enough for me.

Then give me a discount. Give me something.

-And give me a friend. -Why is that?

The guy's gonna die, man. You want me to take the blame?

You've misunderstood me. I don't want them to die.

Them not working here is good enough for me.

So be it.

But I'll take 50 grand for it.

Alright, okay. We have a deal. You just do the job.

Alright, man. I'll come to visit you as soon as I can.

Alright. Why don't you finish eating?

-Thank you. Cheers. -Okay. Goodbye.

Fucking Istanbul. Every place of you is heaven.

Sure it is.

It made us suffer. We have to enjoy these beauties of it.

Make some homemade raki, man.

We've been in much trouble, Kado. Only now we can pick ourselves up.

Organiser? Did he text you? Run! Run!

Ömer, the man said you two should prepare a concert for Memo.

-He wants to meet. -Who?

-Organiser. -Organiser?

It's great man. Singing and making kebabs.

Like Müslüm Baba.

I swear, they'll even make a movie about you.

I don't have my eyes on that, Kado.

Just singing while working is okay. But concerts and stuff feels weird.

And it's not my job. It's Memo's.

What part of is weird? You sing in the car.

You'll sing the same songs there.

It's not something I can rush and decide. I need to think.

Alright. However you want.

Aren't you that guy...

-01 Kebap's owner Ömer Chef? -Yes, it's me.

Can we take picture? Sorry for the disturbance.

-Don't worry about it, my guy. -Really?

The man himself.

Tell you what.

Ömer is so delicate. Everyone on the street knows him.

Organiser invites him to make a concert.

He still says he's gonna think about it.

Let the guy do some thinking then.

Man, there is no need for thinking. The guy's waiting for our response.

Look, everyone's life is going well.

Maybe we'll earn some money out of this.

Come and talk to Ömer. Do some good for us.

I'm going to talk to him.

But may God never leave anyone at your mercy.

-You're great! -You're great!

My man!

Alright, he's coming.

Thank you, brother.

Good luck.

Fuck whoever invented tights.

-Why? Did he say something to you? -Who?

The man who invented tights.

No, man. Never mind.

Tufan. We should ride it, too.

I don't know how to ride it, babes. We might fall.

It's okay, love. I'll get in the front.

-You'll get on the back. Come on. -That's the way I like it, babes.

-Bring it. Let us ride, too. -Stop.

-Take this. -Give me.

Give me that. I'll take pictures of you, too.

-Look here. -Should I get on it?

Don't talk too much.

Wait...

Lady! Excuse me?

Can I ask you a question? Who invented tights?

Bugger off, you freak. Come.

Are you fucking mad?

Stop.

Tufan.

-Are you okay? -Tufan!

Slow down, you'll break your ass off. It's hard to heal at this late age.

I told you that we'd fall. Are you okay?

I love his childish behaviour.

He won't change. He always has fun.

Tell you what. You know Reşat and Baran.

They are not into small businesses. Their mind works differently.

We are so out of fashion, Kado. People have phones in their hands.

TikTok or TipTop or something.

It's 300 thousand or it's 500 thousand and stuff.

That's the case but you know I'm their big bro.

I want to be there for them...

...and support them when they want to do something.

And I don't wanna rush you off your feet.

What should I say, Kado?

People come and want to take pictures. They are interested.

These are nice.

But we shouldn't lose what we already have on a whim.

You are right but you can not know without trying.

Or you wouldn't be presented with this opportunity.

-I don't know, Kado. -Wait.

Look. Something's kicking.

-Want me to cut it? -No, no.

Cutting what? Just pull it. This side.

Great job!

Great job, great!

You wanted to cut it off. It's a huge fish.

We were gonna lose it.

The job is done.

It's done! We are caught!

How's yours?

He's depressed. It'll be hard to get over the old man's death.

What a mess. The kid got his own brother killed.

-He mourns after a stranger. -The old guy meant something to him.

He won't stop until he hurts Mesut now.

Set a meeting for me and Mesut.

Look.

If you play any of your games with me...

...or if you do any kind of wrong, I'll ruin you.

You got it?

Come on. Let's go.

Wonderful. That's a lot of views.

That's nothing. I swear, he can't even walk the streets.

Everyone wants to take pictures.

Like I said, we plan to organize a big concert soon.

I think it'd be great to go for someone...

...who got viral on social media and loved by the people.

Yes. Everything is on this now.

But only a song wouldn't be enough. Do you do any other songs?

I don't. I just sing whatever I want at the moment.

What Ömer means is we usually sing hit songs.

Alright, a few songs for the audience to sing along is cool.

But come concert time, you should have your own songs, too.

True.

Or they'll go to the real owner of the song's concert. Am I right?

Sure but let's say I'm singing Müslüm Baba's songs.

He's passed away. How can people go to his concert?

That is true. I feel like...

...I'm listening to Müslüm Baba when listening to Ömer Baba.

Not at all, Kado. Müslüm Baba is way greater than me.

-Cheers. -Don't worry about it.

When these guys just put their minds into it...

...they'll write great songs. Isn't that right, Memo?

Exactly. You just give us some time. We'll take care of it, God willing.

Alrighty then. Let's see.

-We'll make a lot of money. A lot. -I hope so.

What do you say? Would we live in a house like this?

Unlikely.

My only dream is to live in a place like this.

That guy really pissed me of, man.

If he knows everything, he should come out and sing.

Dear brother, men like this control all the market.

What can we do? Just put up to it for us, Ömer.

Making kebabs is a problem, being a singer is another.

But when you think about it, he has some good points, man.

If you're gonna make a concert...

...it's necessary to write your own songs.

That's what I'm talking about, Kado. How am I supposed to write them?

-I don't know shit about it. -I'll write it for you, Ömer.

If you wanna change some lyrics, we can do that with no problem.

Alright. That's on you, Mehmet.

The kid is full of talent. He writes very well.

We can't do shit as long as these guards are upon us like this.

The management supports Yiğit.

We need to set them free at once. It'll all be fixed then.

-Trust me. -How will that happen?

You know the guard Hakan who beat Levent?

I'll make Levent drop him.

Everyone will know that none of ours can be beaten like that.

You'll do what's necessary when the management comes down on you.

Listen to me well.

If we don't do what I say, neither you nor me can find peace here.

They'll come down on us so bad that we won't see the sunlight again.

Okay but how will you make Yiğit come to me?

I got this.