Dudullu Postası

Sebati, write the last paragraph, please.

Yet, about this offer...

...instead of making it with a lame buzzword...

...we should insist on a reasonable way.

To derive at this table...

...anytime you feel desperate...

...I recommend you look at the mirror.

Look and think about this...

At least you have a reflection on the mirror.

Sebati!

Didn't they print my text?

-It appears so, Sir. -What appears?

The page is empty. They didn't print.

Prepare the car. We go to the paper immediately.

Hi, Miss Sevgi.

She thinks I'm a boogeyman. Hi. Guys?

What's happening here?

Good morning, Elif.

Everyone acts so strange.

Salih! What's wrong with you?

-You too, Salih? -He is coming!

Mr Erol! What a disrespect!

What a disaster!

I have a column! How can you leave my column empty?

Mr Erol! I'm talking to you!

Why don't you answer? -Hello, Mr Asım.

My Gosh.

But who are you?

Where is Mr Erol? -Mr Erol won't be here anymore.

I bought ''The events'' newspaper.

Strange events. I had no idea.

Congratulations. As soon as you bought it...

...you left the most essential writer's column...

...of this essential paper empty, right?

You are far from the public, Mr Asım.

No, I can't take it anymore.

How dare you?

What's that?

Where are you?

I'm giving a briefing.

Please hurry up.

Our paths separate here.

I see. I don't see.

Let me speak your language.

Your labour contract is over.

You laugh. Go on and smirk.

I wonder if you can keep laughing when you face public's reaction.

Don't touch Asım Velioğlu! We can't accept attacks on media!

Behave yourself, ''The events.''

-Sebati, don't leave your post. -Roger that, Sir.

I will see his face when public riots.

Roger that.

Mr Asım...

I did what you said.

I guess no one is coming.

They will come.

They will gather here after work. We are in working hours.

Okay.

I'm lonely, Sebati.

I'm so lonely. Extremely lonely.

But it is a precious loneliness.

Please don't be sad.

No one is here.

You defeated me, İstanbul. You beat me.

But I won't give up.

There is always someone who believes in the truth.

I will find them. They must be near somewhere.

I will find them!

Dudullu. This way.

Please, Sir.

Please don't go in there.

It is not a safe place. I beg you.

Sebati, please get out of my way.

Please don't try to stop me.

Please get out of my way.

Dudullu!

Dudullu!

Nice. Go on.

After six years of printing education...

...I came back to my hometown Dudullu.

Goodbye. Don't forget us but you can't forget anyway.

I came back for her.

Some day we will be surprised together...

...when we see the electric bill.

Tea will never get cold.

Ahmet Kaya will never stop singing.

I came back dreaming of you, Melis.

I came back for you.

I came back to say how much I love you.

Melis...

That's enough! I'm tired of this!

What do you say?

Is love really blind?

Wake up, the dream is over.

You love but you are not loved.

Never mind.

Is love really blind?

Wake up, the dream is over.

You love but you are not loved.

Never mind.

Tayfur?

What are you doing here?

You finished school? -Yes, I mean almost.

Look Melis, I brought this for you. -What's that?

Rose water.

They clean the streets of Isparta with this.

It smells nice. I thought you'd like it.

-Is that suitcase empty? -Yes, it gets heavy when it's full.

Hmm. I see.

So?

-What have you done? -About what?

Melis...

Aleyna Tilki never gets old, right?

She is just 17 years old, Tayfur.

But beautiful.

I mean her voice.

Talent is a good thing.

I wish my voice was good too. Like Ahmet Kaya.

He is always right.

He forgets a gun in the toilet but he is still right.

Let's come to the point. You look like you wanna say something.

Stop it!

Thank God.

I was gonna say...

It was easier with letters.

But you didn't respond to any of them.

What respond? What letter?

Well...

Melis, look...

-They are taking my sister away. -Melis...

Your father... When I was gone...

No! It's my brother!

What do you want from my sister?

Is it because we don't have a father?

-Why are you doing this? -You misunderstood.

What did I misunderstand? Tell me!

Şenol Güneş took Quaresma out of the game.

He was throwing bandages. That's wrong also.

Okay, I see. You are messing with me.

-No, it's not like that. -Honour Team!

What's Honour Team?

A group we gathered to protect our honour.

Various beatings, tortures... Works like an ensemble.

-Very nice, congratulations. -Let's meet with our guys.

No, another time.

God help!

Go get him!

I will take care of Melis and my mother till I find you, father.

Don't you worry.

My son! Welcome home!

-Dad, you look good. -Thank God.

My mother?

She is fine. She was around but I can't remember.

I lost my mind! I forget everything!

I've thought too much. I've thought for six years.

I will find that prick who killed you. He will serve his time.

Forget about the dead.

I forget everything!

I understand the joke. It's fine.

So? Why did you come back?

For Melis. I couldn't resist.

I dreamed about her for six years.

I wrote a letter every day. Exactly 2227 letters.

She didn't respond to one of them.

I decided to face her.

Then what happened? Did you tell her that you love her?

I couldn't.

When his brother is around, I can't get near her.

This is Dudullu, son. Nothing is impossible here.

Sebati. Dudullu is a precious place, right?

Sir, the streets are empty.

It's early to say precious. -No!

My journalist instincts tell me we are in the right place.

Do you see what I see?

That's reality. That's real people.

What's going on?

Hello, I'm Asım Velioğlu. -Salamu Alaikum.

I'm Vasıf. Welcome to...

...Dudullu. -Thank you.

Mr Asıf, I want to ask you something.

Can you tell me what is going on here?

Today is an anniversary. We are remembering with ceremonies.

What anniversary?

Six years ago, in this stadium, six fathers were lost.

What do you mean with father?

I'm not talking about priests or godfathers.

Father as you know it. Family guy.

Dear Vasıf.

You are so funny. What kind of joke is that?

This was Necati's favorite move.

I'm doing it in memory of him.

Really nice! I like it.

-Mr Vasıf? -Yeah?

Please tell me...

...who were these Dudullu fathers?

How did they get lost?

You take a pen and paper. Please take a note.

Sir...

Please...

These slums are not for you. It's against your existence.