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Spring is wonderful in Çukurova.

The sky is so blue red earth is so green.

Spread four kilos of cottonseed on the fertile soil of Çukurova...

It will give you eighty kilos of cotton.

Prophets have brought patience, faith and...

satisfaction at subsistence to the people of Çukurova.

In the name of God.

It doesn't matter if they died. There's an afterlife!

They will fly to the heavens.

In heaven, there're mountains made of oil and honey

streams made of milk...

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Our stones rolled down the mountain.

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Our stones rolled down the mountain

Our nature is moulded with sorrow.

Our nature is moulded with sorrow.

Why didn't our mothers give birth to stones?

Why didn't our mothers give birth to stones?

Leave your luggage there.

Boy, quick, quick!

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We want work!

Yes! We want work! We want to work! We've been waiting here for days.

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Don't push brother. Take it easy.

Get in line, we've been waiting for days.

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Go away, no work here.

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We want work! We want work!

We'll work! For days we've waited.

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The owner is our countryman.

Don't mind him.

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What are these?

Well... You know...

Take these and take us to the owner.

He is our countryman. -Move along. Don't crowd here.

Don't get upset! This is our tradition.

Get lost!

Don't wait in front of the door.

No job in this factory.

You dragged out so much. Go!

It was the governor.

No use sitting here.

Let's go to the porter.

You don't get dirty by kissing hands.

Again! You, again!

Clear off! Get lost!

Get out of my sight!

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Governor.

He's finished so he's gone.

Governor?

Yes.

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If our countryman is the owner, we'll see him at all costs.

Is the owner your countryman?

Yes, he is.

You don't believe?

Yes, I believed but...

But?

Well, this is the city, the factory.

No use of countryman talk here.

They are constantly firing people.

How can we see our countryman?

Forget your countryman. He doesn't get involved in recruitment.

His duty is swaggering in his car and coming to the factory.

And then he's hungry, he again leaves swaggering to his house.

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You said it was the governor?

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My lord, my lord.

May God give you a long life.

We heard your glory and came here.

We said you're our countryman but they didn't believe it.

They beat us. Drove us out.

We are countrymen.

Give us a job near your so we can work.

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Tell the overseer. If you're any use, he'll give it to you. Go on!

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What happened, brother?

What's up?

Couldn't you eat? -I couldn't, brother, couldn't.

It is gravely cold

You'll endure for the sake of money.

It's not your mama's house.

I'm exhausted.

Sin.

But there are some tough chicks here.

Shame on you, man.

What shame.

Wow, just smell the meal.

Thanks.

Lame Uncle, you are eating like a horse.

Let's play, are you in?

Lame Uncle, can you loan me some money?

I don't.

Why not?

It's a sin.

It would be my sin.

Isn't usury a sin as well?

It's something different.

How?

Does usury fit with Islam?

I'm a sick and crippled man, son.

On top of that, I don't do usury.

I'm helping people.

Oh! Thank God!

My pain blacks out my eyes.

Don't you fear God?

You couldn't find a job?

I carried stones from black wagons the other day.

They gave me some money but I ran out.

Embarrassed to tell but I am hungry since yesterday.

You are Pharaoh! You really are.

I am hungry for god's sake.

- They said you are going to the whorehouse. - Lie!

They blame me for nothing.

I can't even find bread to eat.

You're not looking for a job, just wandering.

Where's work, man, where is it?

Don't you have any bread?

What bread, son! I'm a crippled man.

Give me a few liras from your bosom.

Well, learn this. I am Hüsam, the son of Hidayet.

Well, tomorrow is another day, Lame.

I am the son of Hidayet. You'll see.

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Good luck with that, Lord Zeynel.

Who's that?

It's Yusuf.

What do you want?

Nothing. Is it time to wake up?

Not yet, go to sleep.

I'll wake you up.

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Yusuf, go wait at the door so we can smoke.

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Hikmet is good but...

What is called human indeed is a bird without wings.

God bless.

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What if our countryman's cocoons catch fire and it splashes the factory?

Goods are both his and ours.

God forbid!

Where's your cheese?

I'm dying.

You caught cold.

If you got money, give me some to boil water for tea.

And if you take aspirin, it will go away.

Thanks. I hope it'll pass.

What's that? What's happening? - We are freeyzing.

Stupid, why don't you say freezing! - We are freeyzing.

Say freezing! - Freyzing!

Are you doing it on purpose?

FREE-ZING.

Freyzing.

He's a churl, sir! We are freezing.

I can't pronounce it, Clerk, it's the way I'm used to.

Don't waste your breath. They don't have any humanity.

You have bread? Give to them and they'll eat.

We are freezing.

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Why didn't you say it to the Clerk? - For him to enjoy himself.

So he'll see as a churl, himself as a gentleman, stupid.

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The overseer took a man in your place. - Oh well.

This is a factory. You think they'll have any pity?

Didn't you say I was sick? - Yes.

What did he say? -Oh well, he said.

So he's sick.

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We all try to survive.

You'll work, I'll work but he'll hit the sack.

No way.

I know, death is the command of God, but...

True.

Or else, why did we come abroad?

He found the easy way.

He eats something anyhow. Lucky him!

Yes.

What's that?

Are you crying?

You are sweaty.

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I recognized your illness.

You caught cold. Take an aspirin.

And when you drink two glasses of tea...

it all will go away God willing.

Both aspirin and tea are 50 cents.

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You don't have 50 cents?

No, man. I really don't.

25 cents is okay as well. Come on!

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My dad said, when you come back from the city...

To bring a red comb and a green hair clip

like the one of Dürdane, grandchild of Black Hafiz.

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Oh well, oh well.

If I'd be cured, if I'd get up, Yusuf...

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Come here!

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Give me your envelopes.

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It's not missing.

Your money is all complete.

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It can't go on like this. - Our destiny.

Let's go to our countryman, submit our situation.

Tell him the 5 liras he's cut.

Sure.

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Two more guys, sir.

Come close.

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Our construction... I'll give you big money. 3.5 lira each, no less.

You'll work? Write you up?

Are you a wrestler?

He wrestles well.

If you come, I'll give you 4 lira.

He won't come without me.

You were born together, eh?

He won't leave me. Will you, Ali?

Better or worse, we are together in this, Yusuf.

I'll write you up if you come.

We'll think about it.

Think then.

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If that shiny doorman told our complaint to our lord, very well.

If he didn't...

If he didn't, we'll talk to our lord ourselves.

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Psst!

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Look here.

Protect this boy.

He won't get any better.

Give me money so I can boil tea.

I'll buy aspirin, no?

Boil it for the sake of God, Lord Zeynel.

When he sweats it out...

It'll be cut, won't it Yusuf? - Yes, at once.

Yes.

Well, there's no man like that Lame.

Don't call him Lame. - Why not?

It's a sin.

Faggots, why did you report me?

It's always you.

We took a pity on you, we hired you and now you are reporting me.

Beat it!

Quick, off with you!

Go on!

Walk!

Go on!

Go!

Yusuf!

Leave it, Ali.

Leave it, brother.

We are already dead.

Pity on us.

We were all talk.

We should've fooled and thrown ourselves to the river.

Why, Yusuf?

He slapped me, I kept quiet.

They fired us, we kept quiet.

Well, if they'd curse our kin, we'll keep quiet.

Hush now Yusuf. Don't cry brother.

Men don't cry. - Of course I know they don't. They don't cry but...

Forget it. What's happened happened.

When he slapped you, I wish I had wrestled him so bad, but anyway...

What happened happened. Get up!

You know what we'll do? - What?

We'll go to the white hat man and... - Yes!

We don't need you!

Hello.

We want to work.

Yes, sure but no work right now.

No? You told us and we quit our job.

Why did you?

I told you, if you decided at that moment I'd write you up for 4 lira each.

Now it's 3 lira. If you want, I can enlist you.

If you don't want, come back tomorrow.

Else, I won't give you money.

Okay, sir, write us up.

Mustafa, come!

Give these men work.

Take this wrestler to Ömer.

What's your name? -Ali.

I didn't ask you.

I want no cunning.

You wrestler, say your name.

Ali.

Okay, run along.

Understood.

Good.

Let me say one more thing.

There's a routine here.

Whoever watches out for me, I keep him.

Why?

Because I'm the man of the owner of this construction.

The subcontractor shouldn't get in my way.

You'll sleep here.

Go get your things.

Come on!

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When we were working, they took no part. When it comes to money...

Money, they're keen on that.

May they choke on it!

May money stick to their lungs! It will, won't it, Yusuf?

Of course. -How will it stick?

Like a leech.

In afterlife, right? - Yes, in the afterlife.

What good if I don't witness it? I should witness it, my heart'll be relieved.

If I don't witness it, my heart's not relieved, what good is it?

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What's happening?

We are leaving?

Really?

Cross my heart.

What about your ill friend?

Alas, what would he do without you?

Well, we are also perplexed.

Can't take him with us, can't leave him here. Such a mess.

He'll die. Here, die.

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Can't you take care of him?

Look son, I'm a crippled man, I can do no good.

Well, your countrymanship is like that then.

What can we do? We didn't make him sick after all.

It's something from God. - We all strive to survive. Alas.

Why have we left our land, our hearth?

To make a little money.

God forgives.

We are perplexed. - Brothers.

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Take good care of yourselves.

We ate bread together.

You've done me so much good...

I couldn't pay you back. Give me your blessings.

I'm all done, that I know.

If I stay here for good, if you'd make it to the village...

Kiss the eyes of my Emine.

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Give these to her.

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Heathens!

They're leaving their friend. Shame on them!

What could they have done?

They try to survive. It's a matter of survival.

Damn it.

What's happening here?

Cut it out! Cut it out!

You say cut it out?

Shameless, you don't fear God!

Don't shout, we gave it back.

You gave it back? What if I hadn't come back?

Cut it out, old fart.

Steal people's bread and then tell me to cut it out?

I swear I'll tell on you one of these days.

Who'll you tell?

Those who boil the pot.

He has no shame. No fear of God.

Shame on you!

Shame!

The goods of Muslims were all common, no?

Is it really? Is it?

I am talking to you.

Oh well, I'm talking to you. Are you dead?

I'm talking to you.

When your due comes, will you able to pay it or not?

Now we are this, Lord Zeynel?

Are you learning my name? Say what you have to say.

Come and lift me up for the sake of God.

What will happen if I lift you, eh?

I need to pee.

Cut it out!

You fuck, how many butlers like me did you have in your daddy's house?

Brother!

They called him Beardless Lame, man, he won't even pee on an injured finger.

I won't let you get away with this, faggot!

What will you do? Eh?

I'll fuck you, you prick.

You're a pain in the ass to everyone. Thief! What's needed is to kill you, anyway...

Lies!

Though I'm a thief, I didn't steal from anothers' pot.

Don't moan, old fart. I'll come and crush you.

I at least don't sell others' meals from my pot like you. You usurer!

I'll tell the others everything, one by one.

What are you going to tell about?

What?

I know very well what I'm going to tell.

Very well indeed.

Come on brother, give me your hand.

Tell me. What's that you're going to tell anyone? What do I have?

Go and poke pimps like yourself.

What do I have to tell everyone about?

You sold the meal, what else would there be?

Step on it.

Step on it, brother. Can't you?

I can't.

I can't, brother.

Hold my shoulder.

Hold it firmly.

I can't.

My bones are breaking.

I swear I can't hold.

Wait there, brother, just wait.

Hold my shoulder.

Where's your waistband? - Here it is.

You leave it there.

It got tangled.

Hold me. - It's been a torture for you.

Step on the wood.

Crouch down.

Don't be afraid, crouch down, I'm holding you.

Come on!

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Did you take pills?

You should take pills and there won't be anything.

I swallowed it. Also tea.

There's a pain that doesn't go away.

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You're done?

Wait.

Clean yourself with sack.

You can't clean?

Bend, brother. Bend.

Whenever in need, let me know.

This goat won't even pee on an injured finger.

If you got money, he smiles to you...

...but if you don't, he'll choke you.

Have a nice sleep.

Wait.

Take this food and eat so it'll dull your hunger a little bit.

So you've come to reason?

What about my reason? - Is there any reason in you?

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Get up, brother.

Come and eat this food. It's hot, it will warm you up.

May God heal you.

Upon what God doesn't have mercy... - As if he doesn't have mercy.

Take this. Be a human and may you have mercy.

You know, your woman, I took her and fled.

Why?

Obstinacy.

She was in love with you, right?

Listen, we decided on a path of no return...

She was waiting for me on the road.

I rented a horse.

I saw the girl, she was waiting for me.

I rode my horse to Nigde.

My lion girl, I swear she is not even sixteen years old.

But she looks young and people think she's twenty.

Is she not?

I am going to pee.

Oh well...

Not even sixteen.

If a man has that woman, he'd clothe her, feed her.

Where's Ömer?

He went to pee.

Pee pee, boor!

Why did you laugh?

That I called him boor? - Yes. Does one call her husband boor?

Yes, no?

Of course not.

If not, I'd not have said it.

He's always peeing, Is there a waterskin at his waist or something?

Are you really a wrestler like your name?

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Yes, really am.

Are you married or single?

Why are you laughing? - Nothing.

Married or single? Come on! - Single.

Good for you. - Why?

Damn marriage. My boor is married, so to say...

He kidnapped you, no?

Crazy fuck, did he tell you as well?

Lies, all lies. I ran away.

I thought he was a man of his word.

How could've I known he wasn't?

No, he wasn't!

People think he looks like someone.

I asked money from Ömer. - What money?

They're going to buy gray cotton cloth.

I already gave it. - How could he give? He doesn't have it.

What has he done? - He lost gambling.

How much has he asked? - 10, 15.

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Mind your own business!

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My lord.

Not here.

Fuck it.

You know the white hat man?

Yes?

He's hitting on Ömer's woman.

How do you know? - I heard them talking with the overseer.

But she's a tough woman.

That's how a woman should be.

Yes Uncle Ömer?

We lost again. Fuck my chance.

How much?

10 lira. If I'd have 10 or 5 lira, I could recuperate my money.

I wish I had 5 lira.

I know, I just feel it.

Only 5 lira...

Take this, lord.

Thanks my lord.

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Either one should sacrifice oneself for another human being.

Or one shouldn't crowd the world at all.

Where are you going? Where?

Nowhere.

How so? Where you going?

I'm going.

But where?

I found a room. I paid in cash.

You're lying.

I swear.

Wait, are you going to stay at Ömer's place?

Brother Ali...

Listen to me. They make one dependent even on bread.

They eat you alive...

If it wasn't for you, would I have given him money?

Don't you know that I know?

You know but why are you getting suspicious when he goes?

The overseer is getting uneasy as well.

Why?

That I stay here.

He gets suspicious of me as well. - That you keep me in?

Yes.

Well, no use of putting up with him...

I won't ever go the place of that bitch Hayriye she teases me because of the subcontractor.

I am not a mule. I am young but my mind is mature.

I know people at a glance.

She says the subcontractor will buy you stuff. Bitch. She thinks everyone is like her.

While her man is asking me to run away with him.

What?

Let's run away together. Hungry bastard!

As if he could feed himself.

So he asks to run away. The driver?

Yes, he is.

I can arrange a formal marriage, he says.

He says Ömer's holding me with religious marriage and if you'd have a child, it'd be a bastard.

I said, stick your formal marriage up your bitch's ass.

So you don't have a formal marriage with Ömer?

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No. She took me from my people and kidnapped me.

He promised me for later. No people like my people.

Are you sleepy? -Yes.

I'm so tired, every inch of my body hurts.

Are you going to sleep?

Well, I dunno.

Ali...

D'you have 2.5 lira? -What are you going to do with it?

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I need it.

You got it?

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Yes.

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Let me see all your money.

5, 10, 20...

You don't have anything else?

No.

What did you do with the one from other day?

I gave it to the canteen. I gave it to Ömer.

Take your wallet.

Look for yourself that I didn't touch your money.

Take it.

Is all of this for me?

What is it?

Aah! Are you crazy, you fuck?

Shame on you. - Why?

Ömer'll be here any minute.

Fatma... - What?

What?

Fatma Fatma! Are you learning my name?

I will indeed learn your name.

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Stop, don't.

Don't!

You bastard! So you've become a master.

Thanks to God. - No, not because of God.

You opened your eyes, worked for being a master.

Come, work on.

The base of this construction is a lie.

You stole from its concrete, from its iron.

My craftmanship won't do any good anymore.

What's the value of my sweat in this construction?

What's it to you! Mind your own business!

Are you slandering me without shame?

Don't start with your base shit!

You've shitted the base, it's filled with shit.

Don't look for concrete, iron in the base.

All the construction is shit.

Mind the money you're receiving.

Fuck the money.

Damn you, damn your construction and money.

What will I do with this kind of money?

I am leaving.

I am leaving, maybe they'll replace me with you.

Don't serve anyone, don't kiss any feet, don't dirty your mouth.

Either sacrifice your soul for humanity or don't crowd our world.

Take good care of yourself.

Either one should sacrifice for another human being.

Or one shouldn't crowd the world at all.

They knocked him down.

But they left him. Really beat him up.

But who killed him, or did he die by his own will, unknown.

So you haven't seen our Hasan?

No, I have not.

Well, a man named Hasan from Sivas died but I didn't see it.

Will two mules be enough, Brother Mehmet?

Will such a hearth burn again, Brother Mehmet?

Children won't sleep, Brother Mehmet?

Will hungry people sleep, Brother Mehmet?

There's a journey to the town, Brother Mehmet?

Light a cigarette, Brother Mehmet?

This land is thirsty, Brother Mehmet?

Force and force, Brother Mehmet?

Yesterday burning in the heat, Brother Mehmet?

The one in the shade doesn't know Brother Mehmet?

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He swears he'll stab. I won't get involved.

Yes yes, he'll stab...

He's madly in love with you.

You made him crazy.

Oh really? I made him? Don't I have my man?

He is not your real man.

He's your chaser.

Who says so?

Bilal.

What did he say?

I investigated, he says, he's not really her husband.

Let him think like that.

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Why are you hanging out with that woman? - Which woman?

Which woman? Don't put me on, bastard.

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Which woman? Saying that I'll stab and stuff.

Who are you stabbing, you fuck?

Is here the mountains?

You made the whole farm into a whorehouse.

I took you as my neighbor, as someone poor, and gave you a job.

Anyway, sir, I feel low in front of you. - What d'you mean?

Nothing. You can slap me if you'd like to, but...

It isn't worth it for a whore.

What whore?

I investigated, it was her real man.

What's that to you? - Everything is all right with me.

All I do is favoring you.

The other day, the lord asked me about you.

How's my niece, he asked. Whether you read your book or not.

I talked in favour of you. - What did you say?

I said that you read, that you don't lift your head from books.

I wasn't angry with you because of the woman.

You know, when this finishes, I'm leaving.

After me comes the flood.

Thanks, sir. You think I don't know?

Where're the tortoises? - They're here, should I get them?

Go get them.

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Empty it.

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Pile them up.

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Move over.

Collect them.

Come here.

Take them away.

We'll see when Sir leaves. - What will happen when he leaves?

Let me assign you to digging and you'll see.

Remember how you got sick because of the heat?

What do you possess anyway? - I have everything.

I am the clerk of this place after all.

If I say to the overseer, Fatma is done, take her to digging, you'll be done.

Will the lord really leave?

He'll leave and study.

No use of the lord for you.

The lord plays with you and then leaves.

Don't mind the lord, look at me.

One should know where one is loved.

Can you detain me here if you want? -Look at this now.

Why did you laugh? -Nothing.

Really, what were you laughing at? - It was nothing.

Say it or else kiss my corpse.

God forbid.

Why?

Wouldn't it be a pity? - So you are pitying me.

I'll eat your tongue.

Let's go into the barn...

You'll eat and drink for free and I'll still give your salary.

Let me go. -Bilal?

Bilal! Get the fuck out of here.

Puff!

Ah Senem ah...

What's up?

I'm burning. - For whom?

A chick of God. - Is that chick burning for you too?

Well, that only God knows. I wish I knew. -What would you do?

I'd feed her, clothe her. I swear to God.

Don't neigh, girl!

How am I neighing? Shame.

Come and be my girl.

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Are you due, girl? Any sign?

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Infidel! Look at those cheeks. Are you not full? - How can one be full?

If you're not full, eat a little, eat worms from rivers,

meat of your mother-in-law, ass of your father-in-law.

Then eat me. - I'll eat.

"I'll eat"! Come and eat.

Here?

If you're man, you'll eat here. My grandma can eat in the dark.

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Aaah...

I'd give my life for you and for your shadow.

Me too.

I'll eat you wholly.

Me too.

Ali...

What?

Ali...

What?

Ali...

Ali Ali. Tell me.

Ali, understand... Ali.

I got it, girl.

Would you ---? -Well?

Take me to peeing. -Stand up.

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It is as if I don't know. They are keeping her at the farm.

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I am not a mule.

What else would happen anyway? She is a bitch.

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Why do you put up with her even though you know she's a bitch?

Don't you have any manners?

She's cheating on you all day.

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She's not my formal wife.

I took her from somebody else and we ran away.

Really? -Yes.

Abdal Girl! Abdal Girl!

What?

Don't neigh!

You don't neigh!

I'll come and get you, loose bitch.

Where's Cafer the Kurd?

What's happening Bilal?

Where is he? - He's here?

His woman gave birth.

Your woman gave birth!

What is it?

It's a boy.

A boy?

Yes, a boy!

I took her peeing. - Who said it?

Does it matter? Why did you?

Me?

You.

Fatma, not for wickedness. It was for goodness.

If it were me, you'd not take me. -No, I would.

No, you would not.

Would you really?

Of course, I would take you as well, for goodness. What's there to it?

Why are they keeping you at the farm?

In the evening I do the chores and wash dishes. - Really?

Are you really washing dishes?

What else would I be doing?

You know what the others say? - Who cares? Damn them!

Why do you listen to the others?

They say many things about you as well. - What?

The things they say... Don't listen to the others.

Well yes, they talk a lot.

No?

Everybody says that in the room of the lord, they were...

They talk just like that about you. Really?

Yes. What do they say?

He's hitting on the Abdal Girl, they say.

Talk, why are you silent?

Talk, you bastard.

They say you're hitting on her.

You were like a tail when we were in the construction.

You forgot those days, didn't you?

You forgot the things you've said to me.

How I cleaned your head off from xenopsylla...

I am still that Fatma.

I'll find hundreds of men like you if I want.

You're giving up on me just for the Abdal Girl.

Change if you'd like. Go, the Abdal Girl will clean your head with vinegar.

Oh God, how much I endured!

I thought you were a man of your words, I left my lion husband and came with you.

You were not married with him.

Yes but what about it!

He was my man.

He'd give up on you for gambling.

No he wouldn't, he was my man.

So now you're with the Abdal Girl, huh?

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What are you thinking of, girl? - Was that you?

Why are you sitting here?

What you said was true.

Which?

The things about the Abdal Girl. - Never mind.

Bitch.

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Would a bitch be good to you? - Of course not.

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Tell me.

Tell you what?

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You're gonna keep me at the farm forever, no?

I will. - Promise! Look, you gave your word.

Look, if you are lying...

I said I promise. You filthy pig!

Stop.

Two teas. - For whom?

For Haydar. - What else?

One lira weed for Veli. - What else?

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Two tea for Kefo.

Two tea for Veli. - OK.

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Go now. - Thanks.

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I'll take you to the thresher, will you come? - Me?

Yes, you. - To the thresher?

Yes. What's the thresher?

The machine that makes hay. What will happen to Fatma?

Don't you worry yourself about Fatma. She's like a sister to me.

As long as I'm alive, nobody can hurt Fatma.

I'll keep her at the farm, she'll take care of the chores.

I'll give her money just the same. But you'll be the main guy.

Look at this body.

All I'm thinking of is you. A lot money is involved...

Why would others take that lot of money?

What if Fatma comes?

You are not born with Fatma, are you?

Money is money. - If Fatma doesn't come...

Look, haven't we a deal for eight weeks, no, overseer? - Yes.

The deal is a deal. You are required to work wherever asked.

You can't say that you don't go.

I don't say I won't. I will, but...

What?

We need Fatma here. She'll help Senem.

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On top of that, what's Fatma to you? - My woman.

How so? - What's she to me?

Nothing - Nothing? God Forbid!

Look, you can't prove it.

If she was your wife, you'd show your permit.

Besides, Fatma doesn't want. - Me?

Yes you. I'm no woman of his, she says. He kidnapped me, she says.

Call her here.

Does Fatma say those things?

God forbid, she can't say such things.

Hadn't this Ali kidnapped you from your man?

Yes, he did and disgraced us.

What disgrace, Fatma? Where? God forbid.

"God Forbid". Eh.

Of course, shame on you, where did you disgrace yourself?

Everybody says so. - What?

With the Abdal girl, they say. - Why are you listening to them?

Everybody talks about you too... - What do they say?

Why do they keep her at the farm, they say.

I don't do anything bad after all.

We'll take him to the thresher. He insists to take you with him. No job for you there.

Even if there was a job, I'd not go. I'm fine as it is.

Come on!

Aren't all woman like this? Damn them.

She doesn't want you.

If I were you and the woman wouldn't want me...

I swear I wouldn't even leave her without looking back.

It's a woman after all.

Look at her.

Hello - Hello.

Bilal says hello to you. You'll give this man a job.

Have you ever worked in the thresher? - No.

Damn this! They're always sending men like you.

So you're

Bilal the Clerk? God forbid.

Bilal the Clerk, you say? -Yes?

Why don't you call him Sir Bilal, you boor!

Is Bilal a friend to you!

Go on, off with you!

You bastard.

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Come here boss, let's call it a day, no?

Have some mercy.

Let them work a little bit more. - May you agonize in pain.

When you seize an opportunity...

Okay, just for your sake, let's call it a day.

What's the value if it's for my sake? - What?

You'll call it a day because these men have the right.

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They're heavy workers.

Do you think you'll increase efficiency by making them work relentlessly?

How would I know?

Why then are you in charge of a business you don't know?

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Look at this.

The sun has climbed so high...

but he just called it a day.

Infidel man.

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Look at this. I swear it's stone.

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Damn those who call you Muslim.

Well, welcome lords.

Who's lord here? - You are, Lord Semdin.

Fuck your lord.

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Give us the dice, Veysel.

No time for dice, boys, keep your appetite for the night.

Too long till the end of the day. What will we do until then, Lord Veysel?

Do you want tea? - Fuck tea, we'll work until eight thirty.

You'll of course work, or else how will you gamble?

Thanks to our Lord Veysel.

You're going to drink tea, right? - We will, if you serve.

I swear it's like a fucking stone.

I wonder, would they themselves eat this? It's like a stone.

What's dexterous would be to break the lord's head with this.

Here you go, sirs.

Don't talk smut. - Why?

Sir is you.

Sir is your ancestry.

Sir is your bastard Uncle.

Please don't call my uncle bastard, Zeynel.

If I were a lord, I'd curse and beat everyone...

I'd make my niece sell weed, boil tea and gamble.

If I were not to find a woman for my niece, I'd...

My own daughter...

Cut it out.

Why? Is it a lie?

Are you offended?

Veysel.

We wish you could give us... - What?

????

Impossible. Gambling is forbidden until the end of day.

???

It's nothing, we'll just practice.

Infidel.

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Bon appetit.

Scoundrels, they don't even consider whether the poor craves for it or not.

Heathens!

Should stab them with blunt knife. - The master as well?

No, the master is a good man, from the poor.

That bastard called the overseer.

Bon appetit our forelord.

Who's forelord?

Our overseer, my master.

What's he to you anyway?

To me?

Nothing.

What you eat is also good for us.

Do you really say so?

Alas! You know me, right, lord? You know me?

Kemal is a good boy, master. Ask him to die and he will. No one like him.

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Come on, Veysel, show your justice.

What's up? You are drinking heavy, master, right?

Oh well, give me what's in depth. Look at the wolves.

Get on with it. - May he do without lack.

May he...

Thank God we have a home.

The guy, full in his belly, is in a good state.

Who is that?

Who was that?

Nothing, my lord. It's the bread.

They should have served you an proper loaf! Go change it.

You shit. I go on the rampage when I see his face.

Why? - Vicious pimp.

He creates trouble among the farmhands.

What does he want from you, Uncle?

So he probably started the quarrel about worms and bread. - Yes, of course.

That's why he rebelled when you yelled at him.

Of course, without him, my farmhands are like sheep.

Why hurry? - I will go back to work.

Why don't you drink one more glass of tea? - Spare me.

No need for kindness for this people, for this son of a bitch people.

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What's happening?

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They don't even let us breathe.

Already going back to work, eh?

Let him whistle as long as he can, never mind him.

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You fuckers, go back to your work.

What do you mean?

Go back to work!

"Go back to work!"

They seem to be not going back.

They will.

My farmhand is like a sheep.

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I'll give you ten more minutes.

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What's that?

Zeyno, don't be a lord to the farmhands, they only understand stealing.

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Veysel, a tea for me.

Fucker. - Who? - Mind your own business.

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Zeynel mi? -Zeynel, Semdin, Ali, Veli. Whoever rebels.

So you're going to get rid of him. - Indeed!

Only I had the men who would replace them.

Veysel, refresh the master's tea.

Don't want. -Why?

I don't like tea.

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What kind of master is he, uncle? - He grins dirtily.

He gets so much on my nerves that I'll fire him.

You wait.

You strangled, didn't you?

So they say, but never mind them.

If I'd choked them, would they release me? I took a hell of a beating.Why?

If I said that I did it, they wouldn't beat me. - So you didn't strangle.

God forbid!

Liar. -Why?

Why did you laugh then?

Don't mind me laughing. It was him who killed your friend, Hasan.

Why don't you gamble, wackos?

When your superior comes, don't you get up, you boor?

Why aren't you gambling? - I would but I'm broke.

What if I'd lend you? - It would be wonderful.

Don't you give up on work and run away?

God forbid! Look what you're saying. It's a shame.

Go to Veysel's and I'm coming.

You? -I don't gamble, my lord.

Why? - I don't know how.

Even if I knew, don't mind me, I'd have run out of all my money.

You don't gamble, you don't smoke weed, let alone tea.

Why the fuck am I keeping you here?

Thanks my lord.

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Fatma wouldn't leave me but she did.

Damn you, Bilal!

Don't I know Fatma? She'd twinkle me. She had flesh hands.

Abdal Girl has fleshy hands too. But it's a different story.

What is called human is a bird without wings.

Were I a bird, I'd fly to the farm.

While I was passing above the farm, I'd look at Fatma.

I'd say, why did I do wrong, Fatma! Please come back.

Don't listen to them faggots.

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He did it again. He said that what they always get is shitty rice.

He always makes trouble.

If only I could stop him with my bare hands! But I didn't follow the devil.

Don't stand up to him. You can't handle it. Just tell me what he said.

Why?

You can't handle him, as I said.

Me?

Stop.

Wait, we are something as well.

Is it a lie then that you can have good rice?

True but... - Well?

That's not why I asked.

I'm not dumb, my friend. What's that got to do with it?

They are human as well. Like you.

Stop.

You're the master, I am the overseer.

The business would go on without you, me, even the lord. But not without farmhands.

Very well, let them eat from restaurants then. Are you going to reform Çukurova?

That's how it has been for ages.

Yes, it has been as such but... It won't go on anymore.

Here, we are slaves. We are the dogs of the owner.

Talk for yourself. - You aren't on salary?

On salary, yes, but not his dog. - You're not, eh?

I am a proletarian, not a slave.

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Hello. -Hello.

How are you? -Good.

How's the work? -Better than you wish.

I said this before: If you get the work done in twenty days, wish anything.

May God protect you, my lord. You know me, if I say yes, nothing escapes me.

Do you have enough farmhands? -Yes, don't worry.

The labor market is full, thanks to God. I know my job.

If this harvest lasts longer than twenty days, let them not call me man.

But you'll show your justice, right? -Yes, no worries.

Good luck.

Thanks.

How's the work coming?

Not bad. We're trying as hard as we can.

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Will it be done in twenty days?

Don't you worry. Farmhands don't have time to even breathe. May God protect you.

Very well. As long as you persist.

Don't worry, as long as we cooperate with the master.

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Okay, go on working then.

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If that new Ali and the son of Hidayet

can get used to where Zeynel and Semdin have worked...

Let's kick those pimps out.

They're my only concern. When they leave, it's all right.

What do you say?

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These men are inexperienced. - Inexperienced or not, it don't matter.

It does.

There's no experienced stacker.

We'll get on somehow, won't we, master?

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It hurts. So much.

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Alas, Kemal, if my name is Zeynel, shame on you.

Act as if you don't know. He'll come at you for making you speak.

I'll know what I'll do to him, Master.

Zeynel, look, if you shoot him, I'll come after you.

No way, Master, this time let's do politics.

Why did you manage to do politics anyway, Zeynel?

Know and be cautious.

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You know, Cemal...

He told on us to the overseer.

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The overseer said that...

He said that you burnt a harvest up in the past.

Yes, I did.

If I get wacko again...

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I'd burn it down again.

It's true that I burnt it down.

They cut our salaries, hurt us.

I burn their livelihood before and I'd do it again.

Leave it to me if you wish - No, you stay.

In Çukurova, there is no one more vile...

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more rascally than him.

His youngest daughter is in the whorehouse.

Selvi? - Yes...

Is she really? - You didn't know?

Ah.

Selvi as well...

Well...

Wasn't Seylan 15 or 16 years old?

All the better?

Do they recruit such a young girl?

Look for her birth written on her ID. 24 or 25.

In the past, I used to see her while carrying around the lunches...

I'd give her pocket money.

Oh God.

Oh Selvi.

Poor Selvi.

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Kemal!

Kemal!

What? -Get up.

Come.

Get up.

Get up.

Is that you Lord Zeynel? -Hush, you bastard.

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Get the fuck up.

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Get up.

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Go on, walk.

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May I die for you, Lord Zeynel. What will you do to me? - Shut the fuck, you Godless fuck.

Give the true answers to my children, or I swear I'll give your ears to your hands.

Please, Lord Zeynel.

I should cut your ear, shouldn't I!

I'll cut you! -Don't!

Will you give the right answers to my children?

I will.

What harm did I do to you?

Me?

From you? God forbid.

God forbid. Nothing I've seen.

You fuck, I told you not to lie.

I swear it's not a lie.

It is not!

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I swear I always say without you we are nothing.

I say that may whatever Zeynel touches upon be of gold.

I beg you!

Get the fuck up.

You told them, eh?

You fuck, I can do whatever I want with you now, no?

Can't I? - You can, my Lord Zeynel.

Two blades for your empty stomach.

I'd throw you to the harvest, light it up. Both the harvest and you would burn up.

They'd say a farmhand threw the light when he was smoking, no?

Guess from whom I've heard.

That day, there was only the master and overseer.

Master?

The overseer is my countryman for 20 years.

He's my neighbor.

Don't look if we are in conflict.

He'd talk low of himself but he can't allow anybody speak ill of someone.

Look, meals are full of worms, stale, mouldy bread.

What's my problem?

With bread and meals.

And this thresher business.

They made 35 people work for the thresher of 45 people.

We work for 20 hours a day. What shit is this?

Are we machines?

If I curse, it's in the interest of us all.

Then, I'd not voice my objection to it...

True, Lord Zeynel, we would be lost.

Yes, you would.

Before tomorrow, get among the farmhands, little by little.

You know what I mean? - Yes.

I know what I'll do.

Next week, I swear I'll strike.

You support me and leave the rest to me.

Okay?

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Okay.

Zeynel, wake up.

Dude, wake up.

You get up so they say that Zeynel is awake.

So they will get up as well.

Get up.

What time is it? - Almost five.

Get up!

Just look at them! It's afternoon already.

Zeynel is up as well.

Get up.

Get up. Tomorrow you'll line up for money, for going at me.

Get up.

I couldn't get my sleep. Because of heat and mosquitoes.

Shame on your father.

He should have studied and left you with buildings and shit.

How did you know?

Fuck you. Such a machine!

Hush, don't curse.

We earn our living by it.

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Guess whom I've seen in my dream.

Who? - Fatma.

Good morning to you, too. - She said...

I'm not Fatma. I'm the Abdal Girl, she said.

Yes yes, she said, I'm the Abdal Girl.

You! Faggots!

Move or I'll come get you.

He's seen a dream, my lord.

He dreamed.

You boor, come near.

Yes, Lord?

I'd knock you down.

What's that talk of dreaming, you animal?

Who are you to dream?

Only those who sleep well in their houses with hot water can see dreams.

You starving dog!

As if you found something to eat, now you're dreaming.

Thanks. -Fuck off.

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Spring is wonderful in Çukurova.

The sky is so blue red earth is so green.

Spread four kilos of cottonseed to fertile soil of Çukurova...

It will yield you eighty kilos of cotton.

Prophets have brought patience to the people of Çukurova.

In the name of God.

You'll say your blessings!

That's what the book said.

You'll say your blessings and...

You'll look not who's above you, but who's beneath you.

You'll look and look...

And then...

You'll say your blessings each time you look.

Prophets have brought patience...

faith and satisfaction at subsistence to the people of Çukurova.

Even if they died? There's an afterlife!

They will fly to the heavens.

I'll pass out, I'm so hungry.

You're going to get your money.

No debt or anything.

Wait, that man has borrowed a match from me.

Is it really, brother?

You don't have bread or anything?

Brother, you have bread?

No?

Brother, do you have bread?

Alas.

He took a match from me and now he says he don't have bread.

If I'd known, I wouldn't have given it to him.

Is Fatma among those who come to the city?

Don't start with your Fatma now.

Why?

God forbid!

Do you have bread?

Take it.

Don't walk when you're hungry.

Otherwise, the road will sweep under your feet.

Will you work this week as well?

If they'd give work.

Then we'll work.

Of course they will.

But he won't give it to me.

Neither to me.

Why?

I don't gamble, I don't smoke, he's not content.

Nobody eats this food in another plantation.

They don't? - Of course they don't.

Would they rather be hungry? - They rebel.

Kemal says that... - What?

As soon as you rebel, the gendarmerie comes and beats you up.

They beat a lot. - When did he say this stuff?

Last night, when we drank tea at Veysel's.

That's what he said.

I'll fuck his...

Zeynel is a courageous man.

So you'll team up with Zeynel?

Only if I certainly knew the food would get better. - Ali, listen.

He's a lord.

What's a lord to do with a farmhand?

He'll shoot us out and replace us with someone.

Why did we come here? To rebel?

Did you forget Fatma?

They'll put you in jail if you rebel.

What will happen to Fatma? She'll be left alone. - True.

We'll find Fatma inside, right?

Of course, wacko.

When you rebel, no Fatma or anything.

The woman will be down.

Only once could I see her...

I'd not let her go anywhere away from me.

Look at the moon.

What's there? - Our God.

God forbid. - Why?

What would he be doing there? Our God is greater than everything.

I'd die for our God. You?

Me too.

If our God wants, he would find Fatma all at once, no?

Yes.

Only he could find...

What would you give to our God?

What would he do with what I possess?

There's no one like him.

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Look at the woman.

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What's up with you?

I'm dying.

Why?

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She's cold.

Cold?

I've a pill, let me look.

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Take it.

It's a pill like God.

Swallow it and it will heal you.

How do I swallow it?

With water.

Take it.

Come on.

Get up, walk.

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Thanks to the spirits of your dead.

My head is aching so much.

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You don't have nobody?

Yes I do, but not now. I don't now.

My story is long.

A faggot named Bilal said he would keep me at the farm.

Did he?

Until he loses the buzz of me. Then he drove me out to dig.

It'll pass. You're like a baby. Go on taking pills.

No catch or anything. - I caught cold while digging.

Stop, son of infidel. Stop!

Stop!

What? What do you want?

Only your health...

I have news. - Tell it.

You've been feeding a snake.

What?

Your overseer. He...

What happened?

He teamed up with Zeynel. - Who's Zeynel?

The stacker of the thresher. They're provoking the farmhands.

I didn't understand a thing. - Me too.

Why would Cemo provoke the farmhands? What's his interest?

He just does. - What does he say?

Cemo? He said nothing. Zeynel did.

What did he say? - What didn't he say, one must ask.

He curses your mother, your women, everything.

Really? - Yes, indeed.

Oh well...

He curses and he also involves God.

He curses and you listen? You faggots!

Why don't you break his nose?

Fetch me the overseer.

No, you call him up, don't involve me.

In fact, you didn't hear this from me. Because he's such a faggot.

He'd come and say something. I'm bad-tempered, couldn't resist him.

There would be blood. - Okay, off with you now.

Shit!

I was thinking about something different.

What?

We'll learn now.

Osman! - Yes, Lord?

Find me the overseer.

What are you thinking?

I feel that Kemal Cesur will do us harm.

Like what?

If he fires us...

We'll go to Açsu.

That's not the point.

As long as one's an ass, there will be somebody who will manage one.

The thing is it's necessary to do harm here before going away.

We should do harm.

Look at the faggot's gesture.

As if he'll give the money from his dad's purse.

Come on. - What?

You don't want money? - Give it here.

Will you walk us about like them, you boor?

Whatever you say.

You go on, I'll come.

Are they really men? - What? Why?

They take you as a man and follow you.

Am I not a man?

You indeed are.

Is it really?

Your little girl has fallen into the whorehouse, is it right?

What can I do, Zeynel? What do I have?

She didn't stand still when I married her away.

Don't say marry. You sold her to a man of her granddad's age.

Don't go and say I'm just another human on earth.

I disinherited them all.

What about her older sister? - She's the one who tempts her.

Anyway, give us our money and get the hell out of here.

What's that?

I'll calculate your debt.

What debt, you heathen?

You bought weed, drank tea with Semdin.

We took what we took and drank what we drank.

Isn't your racketeering enough for you?

Then how will we settle? - You'll pass over us and the deal will be closed.

Okay, let's pass you over this time.

This time? You'll always pass over.

Even you are racketeering, God, you Godless!

So you'll extort from me too?

Of course. Set a thief to catch a thief.

Is it all right like this, Lords? - Don't call us lord, prick.

Do nothing to Kemal Cesur.

He's a good boy. Loyal ones like him are hard to find.

What do you say? - Whatever you say.

Send me Zeynel and his friend.

Them again!

But don't let them know they're fired. They'll kill me if they find out.

With whom will you replace them?

Wrestler Ali and his friend.

As long as they're experienced. - Don't worry.

The wrestler is like a bear. No weed, no gambling. Doesn't even drink tea.

Not good if he doesn't smoke. He should smoke so that he'll bear the burden.

Hello Lord Zeynel.

Why did you bring these ignorants?

God forbid.

They themselves wanted to come themselves.

If I didn't bring them, they would come by themselves.

Good. Let them see.

You are curious, aren't you?

The overseer's daughters are there as well.

You'll not sit?

Let us see it first.

Okay, go and see.

You take the sister of the one your friend chose.

Get up, girl.

Okay, now you're brothers-in-law.

Come on my brother.

Go once.

He's like a machine gun, alas!

What are you waiting for?

What shall I do?

Shit and sit on it, you boor.

"What shall I do?" Fuck, just undress.

Look at him. He's laughing. Why are laughing?

Nothing.

Why don't you undress?

You're the daughter of the overseer.

If he were a man, he'd not let me descend to places like this, faggot.

Come come, act quick.

I won't stay longer than usual just for 2.5 lira.

Would you come with me if I take you to my village?

What will I do in your village?

I'll marry you?

Me? - Yes, you.

I have a huge mother, only if she'd see you...

I've now became a stacker.

They say that I can even become a village headman.

Come on giiiirls!

I'll come next week.

Come.

Fatma or Abdal Girl is nothing beside you.

Let's go downstairs now.

No one like you, God forbid.

Okay, let's.

I swear there's no one like you.

Always come here. - I will.

Regardless of your money.

Don't want.

Why? - Buy a raki with this money and think of me.

But I don't drink. - Smoke then?

I don't smoke either.

But wait!

I'll drink or smoke for you.

Where are you, girl!

Say something!

You lost your life beneath that boor?

Where are you, girl?

Are you dead? Where are you?

Why are you yelling?

Money!

He's already paid, let him go.

Don't forget what I said.

She told me to come. Always. She hugged and kissed me.

Was smiling so beautifully with her golden teeth.

I'll take you to my village, I said. She seemed to be willing.

I wish I'd insisted, I got a promise out of her.

Will she come to the village? She will!

She will.

If she didn't, she'd not hug.

She'd just not.

We're perhaps fit for each other.

Damn Fatma, I'll show up for her next week.

I'll buy some appetizers, a good hair pin. I'll go to her.

Yes, I'll buy and go.

When I give them to her, she'll burn up.

Like a blaze, like on fire.

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What a woman!

Cover your neck thoroughly.

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Why did you let the old stacker go?

I didn't. - Leave that talk.

If you weren't informed...

How will the lord know if you didn't provoke him?

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You know as such. - What was the reason?

I dunno.

Zeynel and Semdin were planting evil among the farmhands, my lord.

Are you the lord's deputy? - Deputy, no! I'd not be fit for it.

I ride my own wave, Master.

He says we'll rebel, is it true?

Isn't it a sin to rebel where you eat and shit?

Huh?

Come on, boy!

Come on!

Good luck. - Yes, my lord?

How are our new stackers?

Well, not bad so far, but you know this business...

Any work is possible with cooperation and goodwill.

With the help, a little from the overseer, a little from you...

No help, sir, it's our duty.

But this is the most delicate place.

That's why I said help.

I don't take responsibility for any accident.

Don't. I'm the one responsible.

Good boys! Open your eyes.

I'd like you to be always like this.

I'll double your pay.

Everything is yours.

I'd die for you if you work like this.

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Wait for me here.

Why? - Just do what I told you.

We are together in this. - Good but you listen to me anyway.

Why, Zeyno?

Don't be obstinate, do as I told you.

They won't amount to anything.

Don't be afraid, you can kill them with a blunt knife.

Roll them over!

Come on!

Quick, quick!

Yes, like that!

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Roll them over! Roll!

Come on, my friends!

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Aaah!

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What's happening?

Roll! Roll! Roll!

Are you now happy, you faggot?

Why are you standing there? Take him to the hospital in the car.

Take him to the city, to the hospital.

He's losing blood, for God's sake!

Mmph... Well... Do...

You fucked it all up.

What have I done?

Where are you going? - To the gendarmerie.

You're running away like a cow, no?

He's losing blood. Take him in your car.

Gendarmerie!

Gendarmerie!

May God help you.

He doesn't take the man to his car 'cos he'd dirty it.

What! Because his car will get dirty!

Tear him into pieces.

Tear him!

Don't get any closer! I swear I'll shoot!

Don't get too close!

I'll shoot!

Friends!

The gendarmerie will soon be here.

They'll take our testimonies.

Tell the truth, for God's sake.

You as well, Cemo.

Don't hide that you've stolen days of others just for the lord's tip.

You should've thought this before.

These ten men worked for ten hours without stopping at the thresher.

Ten hours!

You Heathen! You enemy of the poor!

You're right.

Put it out!

Take the dead to the side, it'll burn up.

Arrest them all.

Go on, commander, why are you stopping?

Shackle them all.

I'm talking to you! Pull your gun out.

Cut it out. Are you going to teach me my duty?

They burnt my harvest down, don't you see?

We can see.

We came here for the worker who lost his arm.

You said the farmhands rebelled. Where? - They did.

They tried to to dismantle my car. They burnt my harvest down.

I'll sue them all. If one of them's missing, you're responsible.

Okay, where is the worker?

He lost too much blood and died.

The reason is this man.

He lies.

He slanders me. I want to file a complaint.

He's the one who provoked the farmhands and tore my car apart.

If that wasn't enough he made the inexperienced stacker.

He became involved with the work. He lifted the farmhands up.

Farmhands start carrying hay in a rush. Inexperienced stackers got confused.

The accident happened in moment of confusion. - Lie! He's lying! He has a grudge on me.

The third reason is if he took him with his car to hospital, he'd not lose blood and die.

Well, who burnt the harvest?

I dunno.

Farmhands burnt it up, with the provocation of their master.

The lord speaks the truth, Commander.

They burnt with the encouragement of the master.

Okay, arrest them all.

Our stones rolled down the mountain.

Our stones rolled down the mountain.

Our nature is moulded with sorrow.

Our nature is moulded with sorrow.

Why didn't our mothers give birth to stones?

Why didn't our mothers give birth to stones?

Your letters to my knee, your fringes to my face

What did I say to offend you? Why don't you look at my face

"I noticed that Çukurova is still the Çukurova of On Fertile Lands. It's been so for a thousand years."