Hükümet Kadın 2

What you're about to watch is pure make-believe.

After all, nothing real-life is as entertaining as make-believe.

So please cast your minds back, as far back as you can.

It was the prohibition years. Books, newspapers, words were banned.

Promises of freedom were all empty.

The only hope was the ballot box.

The year was 1949.

-Ruken! -Here!

-Rojin! -Here!

-Havinn! -Right beside you!

Where's your sister?

Dad says one outing's enough per family.

So now we'll take turns going to school.

One of you will learn science and the other algebra?

-Yes, we'll take pot luck. -Dear God!

-Jiyan! -On his way!

With everyone else, that is.

-Þivan! -Here!

-Serdest! -Here!

-Mizgin! -Bursting for a pee!

Then go before leaving!

But there're 12 of us at home! I never get my turn.

OK, sing a song and you'll soon forget.

These animals don't move, Faruk Abi.

Giddap! C'mon, giddap!

Idiot, you're talking to them wrong. They're mules, dammit!

You say 'giddap' to horses. Like you say 'shoo' to dogs...

You say 'boo' to chickens, 'woo' to cats and 'moo' to camels.

Why? They all speak different languages?

Of course, numskull! When you tell the poor animal to giddap...

...you're speaking a foreign language. It's confused.

They say one language, one clan.

Another language, a whole other clan.

So what am I supposed to say, Faruk Abi?

How do I know? My mule's spineless.

-I can understand but not speak. -Get moving!

Don't make me crazy. I'm talking to you like a person.

It's Xate Yenge, Faruk Abi.

Hello, Xate Yenge.

Aren't you sick of carting these kids to school every morning?

What of it, cuss-face?

Well, so long as it does some good.

What's two and two then?

Not a lot.

Hey!

We haven't done that yet. What can I do?

You ninny, why are you answering him?

Don't get too friendly with these labourer types.

They're just labourers.

Why do you go straight for the jugular?

Look, we're at work here.

-Work? -Yes.

C'mon, what do you do, Faruk? You call smuggling 'work'?

Your dad's the district governor! At least have some shame.

Well, we're serving the district.

Here, tea, tobacco. Look, sugar.

As sweet as can be.

-Try some, Mother Xate. -Don't 'mother' me!

-Out of my way! -OK, you aren't my mother. So?

C'mon, move!

-Wait for me, Mother Xate! -Quick, run!

-Do the rest at school. -Coming!

God bless you, treasured people of Midyat.

Your new election speech, Mr Mayor. May it reap rewards.

I get so excited every election.

Thanks, Ýkram. Leave it there.

Are there really no new candidates?

Faruk, the district governor's son, is saying he'll run.

But he'd get nowhere in any election. Just get out there, start speaking...

-...and we'll win hands down again, God willing. -Let's hope so.

We still have a lot to do for this town, Ýkram.

In the next term, hopefully.

Mr Mayor, I saw some errors in this last one.

But I couldn't reach True Copy, the woman who wrote the document.

Maybe she's away, Nazmi.

I'm sure you'll find her.

Don't come in!

Get rid of these banned books, quick!

Come in!

Good day!

There's a letter from Ankara.

-Ankara? -Yes.

In the name of God!

Why would Ankara write to us now, all of a sudden?

It's an official letter. But I need a signature.

Nazmi?

Please, I wouldn't dare. I'm no good at Ankara-speak.

I'd use a banned word by mistake.

No point angering the government for no reason.

Ýkram, can't you do it?

If only I could!

I just changed my signature.

And I still can't decide whether to use the old or new one.

Believe me, I'm all in a muddle.

-Give it to me. -Here you go.

To: Mr Veysi Doðu, District Governor, Midyat.

This is for the district governor.

When I saw Ankara I was too scared to look at the rest.

-I'm sorry. Have a good day. -Goodbye then.

May God help Veysi Bey!

Being posted here has done him no favours.

He had it easy in Yalova. No one interfered.

Put those books out of sight, Ýkram. Someone may come.

Let me get a decent shave. See you on the square.

Goodbye.

Good morning, teacher! Off you go.

Every day there are less of them. I bring whoever I can find.

The more they learn before winter the better.

It's just the season for learning, teacher.

Welcome, Xate Hanim.

Look, really. Come to classes one day.

-You'd learn to read and write. -I'm too old.

Who'd run the household? I'm a listener.

My husband and kids study, I listen. I have a hearing memory.

-At least you'd learn the alphabet. -I do know a few letters.

But I don't want to say what they are now.

Never mind that now. I'll learn one day if need be.

I got the children's ID booklets. Look, they're all here.

01.01.1941. 01.01.1941.

-But they're all the same age. -Yes, starting school age.

All born the same day.

A brood of 14, that is.

Their names have changed too.

But their real names aren't allowed.

I mean, Sidar, Berivan, they're all banned.

So I gave them new names.

Look, that's Abdo, Ýbo, Feyzo, Deriko, Zeyno, Þehmo, Cano, Aliko, Fedo...

...Dilo, Fato, Ayþo, Fadiko. And that's Cüneyt.

Cüneyt?

The old governor's name. That gave me the idea.

Never mind the names. They've got to school.

Just let them learn plenty.

You know, if it weren't for you, no one would bring their kids.

If Aziz Veysel wins the election again and builds the town a school...

...then they'll all come to school.

OK, I'll be back to fetch them.

Ruken! C'mon now. You recite the oath today.

I am a Turk! I am honest! I am diligent!

-The rest is kismet. -My motto is... To protect my juniors.

That's him gone too!

You can't do that! It's the second bull you've shot.

What can I do? I told him 50 times to keep out of my field.

He wouldn't listen.

Ah, I wonder why? Did you notice anything strange about him lately?

No. What's wrong?

For heaven's sake, he's an animal!

If you told him to keep out, how would he understand?

-Why not tell me? -You were too far off.

Look, OK. I shot your bulls.

So have my granddaughter as a bride for your grandson.

She's a hard worker.

Is she worth two bulls?

Last year we turned down an offer of four bulls.

And I offered four bulls, but you've killed two.

-And it was Faruk. -How many bulls do you rate him at?

Faruk has everything you could want from two bulls.

Well, OK then. It's a deal.

I have a bull sitting on me right here and the bastard won't shift.

Faruk Abi, can we feed these animals?

It might get them moving. What else can I do?

What's it got to do with food? Their problem is psychological.

It's getting no sex. Not having hard-ons gets them down.

Hey, don't be so hard on the beasts!

Get the pun? I play with the words and give them a whole new meaning!

It's awesome, I tell you!

I'm awesome! What an incredible brain I have!

I can't help laughing at myself!

What are you staring at, lame brain? Get those groceries to the villages.

And don't come back till you've sold the lot!

What's up, fine people? Where are you off to?

Stay away, Faruk. We're off to pray for rain.

We don't take the unclean.

May God forgive you!

Seeing there's no water I did my ritual wash with earth.

Why does he never stop?

Selam aleykum, Faruk Abi.

Aleykum selam, mail person. What's up?

Good tidings, let's hope.

I went to the district governor's but your dad wasn't in his office.

There's an official letter for him from Ankara.

-From where? -Ankara.

Faruk Abi?

-Faruk Abi? -Ankara.

Ankara, a letter for my dad?

He's gone!

Faruk Abi?

I'm orphaned, fatherless! A letter's come for Dad from Ankara!

-Ferhat, don't go! -What's wrong?

Ankara!

Ankara's sent Veysi Bey an official letter.

Which Ankara? Our Ankara in Turkey?

The capital, Ankara. You know, by the Salt Lake.

So that's why I had the bull sitting on me.

Here, Faruk Abi. The donkey, my official donkey!

Here. The donkey's going! Wait, donkey!

Don't leave me on my own with Ankara!

Here, look. Ankara. Just open it, huh?

-I can't, Faruk Abi. -Look, from Ankara. Go on, open it.

-Don't make me. -Get out of here then!

Leave me alone with myself.