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Is he dead?

He’s alive.

Excuse me, ma’am?

How can I help?

How's this TV?

Expensive.

Add another 2,000 and you could open a shop, make some money.

They’re all rip-offs.

Really?

Really.

Never mind that.

At the shop opposite they’re giving away key chains.

Grab a few while you can.

You little pauper.

Go on. Run.

Tulin, Tulin, Tulin.

You’re a sales rep.

Why didn’t you list this TV’s features?

Why’d you lose that customer?

Supervisor, he wasn’t interested in a TV.

I politely got rid of him so he wouldn’t block the entrance.

He might have bought one.

Sir, malls are where poor people hang out in the summer.

People with no air conditioning

fight the heat by dropping their kids at the play area

and cooling off in here.

How do you know that?

It’s what we did.

The whole neighborhood hung out in malls.

Why do you think movie audiences shrink in the summer?

Because it’s hot, right?

You don’t understand, Supervisor.

When paupers go to a movie, they stop at the supermarket first

and fill their coats with cola and candy to gobble up in the dark.

They can’t wear coats in summer, so...

Get it?

The system collapses. The sector stands still.

How did you survive this long?

It is a miracle.

How do you cross the street without getting run over?

Here, take it!

I’m so sorry. So very sorry.

I forgot in the excitement.

Off you go! You’re fired!

Say goodbye to your friends. Go home. Go on!

Not again.

How many times is it now, Saffet?

Do you think she’s helpless?

What kind of uncle are you? Don’t you love your niece?

You keep firing her, you dog!

I’m your big brother, Yakut. Watch your mouth.

She doesn’t want to work.

Here, charge it.

She’s a sales worker.

If she works hard, are you going to make her CEO?

What minimum wage worker loves their job?

I’ve never seen one.

You’re right.

At work, he won’t let me call him “uncle.”

Why do I have to call my own uncle “supervisor”?

Is he ashamed of me?

I’m ashamed of you, too. But that’s not the issue.

Hush. I’m getting to it.

Mom, you’re sitting on the fence.

You’re selling us both out.

Where’s your brother? Out chasing women again.

You’re both useless.

At least you have an excuse. You’re an idiot.

Your brother studied medicine.

Then he made a lateral move to chasing women.

Your poor mother. How she’s suffered.

“Lateral move” confused you. Your eyes are blank.

Fool!

Niyazi’s coming soon. Right, Tulin? He’s on his way.

Get my car.

That’s not my car. It’s a minibus!

Guys...

Listen carefully. This is your last chance.

I’ll give you $50,000 to leave my daughter alone--

Okay.

I’m not finished.

There’s no need, sir. Don’t bother. I heard the word “dollar.”

The value keeps fluctuating, so time is money.

You have no objections?

Money’s worth more than your honor?

Hold on a minute. I’ve got my honor, of course.

But it’s for sale, too.

Money’s what motivates me.

Are you paying in dollars, or in lira?

If it's lira, I want the sell rate. The buy rate is low.

There’s a spread.

You never loved my daughter?

Of course I did. Just a little while ago.

She’s a loveable girl.

You took good care of her. She’s so shiny and clean.

But my main desire is money. It’s a question of character.

And if you were rich? Would you still agree?

If I were rich, it would be different.

The poor settle for less.

I’d want a few hundred thousand. Fifty thousand dollars wouldn’t cut it.

But business is bad right now. There’s no turnover.

I need a prospect.

If you go on like this you’ll get a prospect in the ass.

Okay then.

Call me. Kisses.

Take care.

Hang on. There’s been a mix-up.

That’s not my house.

You dropped me off at the wrong place.

I dropped you off?

-Are you okay? -I’m okay. Why?

What’s the wheel doing here?

We’re in Cyprus.

Should we go to the hospital? You’re starting to scare me.

There’s nothing to be scared of. I’m coming to my senses.

What happened? I was opening the door.

I don’t remember the rest.

Who are you? Why am I dropping you off?

Or is it that...

you’re my girlfriend?

So, you don’t realize we’re in a taxi, either?

Hang on.

I’m a taxi driver.

Oh! Then you’re my fare.

So, before I opened the door,

what did you say that made me forget everything?

I don’t have enough money.

I said, "If you like, I can pay you some other way... at my place."

Really?

Okay, no problem. A girl and me.

That means sex.

Because I’m still a virgin, it’s normal for me to lose my head.

The effect your sex has on me is so hard to imagine, Miss.

You see this button?

No.

I don’t see a dress or anything.

Pull yourself together! I’m a Youtuber.

This is a camera prank. A social experiment.

Those are just details.

Hush! Let me get to it.

I’ll get on top if you’re tired.

You’ve started without me. Good luck with that.

If I uploaded this, millions would see it.

But I pity your parents too much to do that.

It’s good you two divorced.

He’s gone off the rails. He’s living at the extremes.

Like all ultra-rich guys, he’s gone crazy.

You think so, Saffet?

You would know.

The guy divorced me and took up with you.

You’re with him all the time.

That’s my job.

He needs me 24/7. I’m his go-to guy.

I recharge three times a day.

They say there’s a woman. They’re going to get married.

He won’t do that, will he?

I don’t want the kids’ inheritance to be divided when he pops off.

How can you talk like that?

What did he do to you? You got divorced is all.

It stings! After we split, he got rich.

It’s not fair. I’ve been cheated!

I put up with him

and then someone else gets all the spoils.

Look at that. Fifteen missed calls.

Dozens of texts.

Karun Bey had a heart attack.

He’s in intensive care. Come immediately.

-Yakut. -What?

He had a heart attack.

What? Dad? Is he okay? How is he?

Oh, please!

I got overexcited. I shouldn’t celebrate, right?

If you don’t mind.

You’re right.

If he lives, I’ll have celebrated for nothing.

Niyazi. Call Niyazi. Quick!

Tulin?

What’s the matter? You keep calling me. I mean, is Mom dead or Dad?

Dad.

No way.

I was only joking.

I keep telling Mom, too. Don’t joke about these things.

Jokes can turn real.

He’s in bad condition. Near death, they said.

If he dies without marrying again the inheritance will be intact.

You’ll get everything.

Your dad will actually do you some good.

They say that woman already has a child.

What child?

Dad?

-What is it, Mom? -Come here, son.

What is it?

What happened? Something’s wrong. It must be Grandpa.

Get out of here! Your Grandpa’s fine.

Your dad dying would be better.

Don’t say that, Dad.

Just stay well.

Listen, son. We were going to tell you before.

But it was always too soon.

We can’t keep it a secret anymore.