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MERTER. KÜBA STREET. 1990s.

IF YOU LIVED HERE, YOU'D BE HOME BY NOW.

I told you not to run around, son.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY PUNK MAN!

When did you come home last night? I didn't hear you.

You had a solo performance, that's probably why.

Yeah, on a TV channel.

Don't you ever miss those days?

I don't know.

I don't even know if I miss those days.

Nowadays, I only sing in my dreams.

Be careful with it.

I wouldn't care if there were only four people at my concert.

I would keep on singing.

Who am I talking to, anyway?

You'll realize what it means once I leave this country.

And how will you leave the country?

I am so curious about that, I got you a passport to find out.

You don't know anything--

Same old story, Dad. You and your life as a civil servant.

You know everything, right?

Knowledge makes us human. The rest is redundant.

What am I supposed to know? How to keep a clean kitchen?

How to stay in the same house all day?

How to watch my friends while they're cheating their way out?

There is only one thing I should learn,

and that is how to get the fuck out of this place so I don't end up like you.

Whoa, whoa! Watch your words.

I was just like you when I was young. Angry.

I thought I could do everything.

But just when you think you know everything,

something unexpected happens and--

What is it? Did you get struck by a meteor?

Not a meteor. Not an earthquake. Nothing like that.

-Tanks, machine guns… -But you gave up in the end, right?

Instead of fighting it out, you gave up, Dad!

-I did it to give you a better life. -I'm not listening, Dad.

To prevent you from experiencing what I experienced.

I'm trying to eat here.

Hello? Ozan?

He is so brutal.

Look here kiddo, get me your brother at once.

Or else I will take you to the Satanists, you know.

Your music style is not really for this country, son.

This place has a lot of deep, deep problems.

This is a rusty place.

-Don't you get it? -I'm not listening!

Brother, you have a call.

Go on.

Hello?

Your brother is really interesting.

I don't know what he'll be when he grows up.

-What's up, Bülent? - Fine, bro. Thanks.

And you? Are you going to drop by the store before the concert?

I have a copy of the Born Against album you wanted.

It's not so bad, I'll give it to you.

Then, we'll have a birthday cake for you.

And people will mention what they don't like about you.

The end.

So funny, really. I'm not really in a good mood right now, though.

Bro, I'm serious.

Come here, we need to talk. I'm waiting for you.

I don't know, maybe. We'll see.

What do you mean you don't know? Just come here.

I made a plan with Lara. I'm meeting her in a park.

Well, well! You're too cute even for me.

I'm really moved. It can't get any better than this.

I'll treat you the same way when you find a girl who isn't hysterical.

All right, okay. I'm waiting. Come and visit me, okay?

Your crew members were here.

They talked about you. I'll explain when you're here, okay?

Okay. I'll be there soon. See you.

-Wait, don't hang up! -What? What is it?

You have a passport, right?

Yes, why?

Very well. Bring it with you.

Are you crazy? Just tell me what it's about.

I'm telling you to bring the passport. Cut the shit.

Or else I won't record anything for you.

I don't really understand but whatever. Okay, I'll be there.

All right.

Rascal.

See.

You can't even keep the kitchen clean.

What kind of a life will you live?

Look son, listen.

Get into a university. Get a diploma. Find a job.

I'm telling you this so that when all your friends make something

of themselves, you don't end up feeling sorry for yourself.

Your girlfriend… What was her name?

-Lara. -Right, Lara.

Do you think you'll get her father's blessing

with your shabby look and your punk style?

Okay, all right. You know everything.

But one day you'll understand everything.

You'll look around and see the whole world has changed.

You will have left so many things, so they will end up leaving you.

You won't even get a chance to back out.

Very well, then.

Treat me like your dad treated you.

Not supporting any of my dreams. Always standing against them.

I'm leaving.

You know what? You should leave.

And don't come back again.

I'm serious.

Go and find that crew of yours.

Stay with them. And leave the keys.

-For God's sake, Dad! -I said leave the keys.

D.R.I. on the left. Suicidal on the right. Alpha!

Tango! Fuck it! This is done.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Do not touch.

It's not for sale. Not Barış Manço 2023.

Who cares about Barış Manço?

What are you saying? You filthy man.

You don't know shit. This album…

It's the most progressive album in this country.

Barış Manço is the man who brought synthesizers to the country

when we were just babies.

He recorded the first electronic album in the country.

I don't understand the way you guys think.

You don't find it interesting when a man with a mustache creates something, right?

It has to be someone with pink hair, an extreme style, right?

JOE STRUMMER BORN IN ANKARA

He lived in London, that's why he became so successful.

He would be nothing if he lived in Merter like us.

Fuck off.

-What's up, Ozan? -Fine. How are you?

Just waiting for the day I leave this place.

-Where will you go? -Anywhere but here.

There is a concert tonight.

-Yeah, will you be there? -We'll all be there.

Nice, super.

I have to meet with Bülent, I'm in a hurry.

-Okay, take care. -See you.

See you tonight.

-Hi! -Hi!

You know what, if one of us prepared a cover

for a Karadeniz song, they would really get rich,

-but they lack imagination. -Right.

Istanbul wouldn't produce shit if it was left to these fellas here.

All they know is awkward hairstyles.

-And they go a bit crazy. -He is talking about you, Hakan.

What happened here? It was working smoothly. What's wrong?

Won't you just restart the record, bro?

No, no way. I'll just cut and paste the sound.

You are really weird. Selling fucked up recordings.

And you sell these broken recordings to us.

Aren't you punk? You filthy metalhead.

-Hi! -Well, well, well. The birthday boy.

It's your birthday, right?

-What's up bro? -Fine, you?

Happy birthday dude!

Thanks. Very well, you can give me that Orhan Gencebay album as a present.

See, this guy knows what he's talking about.

See? He asked for Orhan Gencebay!

He is the punkiest punk in this country.

Is he really?

Are you fucking crazy?

Orhan Gencebay's lyrics are a lot like Black Sabbath.

You know, "Batsın Bu Dünya". It's amazing.

-I don't know about that. -Why? Because you are ignorant.

Nothing good will come out of this country.

See, same old story.

Dude, people of this country didn't get the chance to listen to good music.

You know, whenever something good happened,

they all ended up at the same shithole.

-What do you mean? -Coups, dude, coups!

I have a theory. These coup-plotters, they don't recognize a good song.

They hate music.

Seriously! They just don't want anything good

to be produced in this country.

All those names… Moğollar, Erkin Koray, Mavi Işıklar…

You know… I love those guys, those years.

With all those distortions, sounds and all. Aren't they great?

With colorful amplifiers, live recordings.

-Four channels. -Four channels.

Exactly. We don't have that soul anymore.

-Exactly. -Right.

No, it's not what you think. Let me give you an example.

In Turkey, the golden years of music started with the psychedelic years.

I mean, they were worried about something. They were after something.

The truth.

Of course. Their music had a personality.

Loud music. They're for real.

-Who was it? The first punk? -Tünay Akdeniz, Çığrışım. They were great.

Right!

-Right. -The first punk album in Turkey.

There was also Barış Manço, Selda Bağcan…

Yes, the 60s, 70s, and 80s were beautiful.

Once upon a time, Turkey was the center of music.

Selda Bağcan is really special, she's the first riot girl in the country.

You know? She is something else.

Then what happened?

Then, the coup plotters supported that fucked up arabesque music.

Because these guys just hate music.

And what have we done? Now, we have punk and hardcore.

Well, I'm talking like this but--

I don't know how we will end up either.

-I'm worried. -Come on, you bummers.

Enough of that, just chill out.

Let's change the subject.

Here is some history for you. Hakan, tell me…

Who is the craziest band?

Not a band, but-- What was his name?

That guy. Ziggy or whatever.

Bowie, dude. David Bowie.

He gets on stage wearing high heels.

He acts so crazy, as if it was the end of the world.

So, you'd be shocked if you were to see this guy then?

Take a look. Who is he?

-Zeki Müren. -Who? Zeki Müren.

This guy was doing concerts and wearing costumes

before that David Bowie was even around.

Wow.

Right, just look at the costume. Spread out like a butterfly.

Given the circumstances of that period…

he was about Turkish classical music.

Just imagine his mindset. It's really something.

Well, you're all the same.

Ozan, just apply for a job in the police and be done with it.

No, I'll leave this free lifestyle forever. No idols or leaders for me.

Bravo, Ozan.

Look at me.

Did you bring that Black Flag album?

Damn! I forgot.

Son, look into my eyes. I don't buy your crap. Okay?

That kind of attitude has lost me so many recordings here.

I want it by the next week, Don't make me hurt you.

How did you find that recording anyway?

-Brother Nadir gave it to me. -The pilot?

Yes, the pilot.

You know, if the police find those pilots around Yeşilköy,

with those recordings, they will be arrested for being Satanists.

Right, brother.

But you've got to give it to them.

They should be declared as cultural attachés.

-Yeah, right. -If it wasn't for those pilots,

you know, we would know nothing about the world.

I'm tired of listening to these copied recordings,

the recordings those pilots bring here with so much effort.

I'd give anything to go to the USA.

What the fuck is special about the USA? Don't you listen to what they say?

You're really dumb, dude.

Don't you get it? Just be yourself. Be original.

What? Nobody tells us a thing. We are left in the dark here.

Is that so? You know, I can find 20 people who look the same as you

on the street right now. With pins in their ears, clueless.

What about your hair?

This is my original hair!

I don't want to deal with you, Hakan.

Ozan!

You should come early tonight. We'll be on the stage earlier tonight.

Okay, any new songs?

No. I don't know, we'll see.

Ezgi? Can I sing a song with you tonight?

Just one? I've already rehearsed, I'm ready. What do you think?

Are you fucking nuts?

I put the band together to be against you and your kind.

We are a fucking girl band!

I'd rather disband the band than let you join.

What do you think?

Leave me alone, Hakan!

I'd like to record these songs.

So, birthday boy. What are your plans for tonight?

Nothing. The concert is tonight.

I'll be with Lara. I'll get angry about my dad. Same as usual.

What the fuck are you doing, dude? How old are you, ten?

Get along with your dad.

I look up to you like an uncle, you know?

Look, I'm serious. Okay?

Listen to me. Altan is a good man. He has a nice voice.

-He is great. -What?

I have recordings of your father's songs at home, for God's sake!

I don't get along with my father. I don't know why. It is what it is.

Because you're not trying.

Sometimes you really do act like a spoiled child.

You bury your head in the ground, you don't listen.

You don't understand me, either. That's fine.

Look. Back in the day, I also hated my dad for a while, okay?

Or I thought I hated him.

But right now…

I'd give anything just to have five minutes with him.

Let me tell you that much.

Listen to me. When you are born, you don't like anybody.

But somebody likes you.

And within this period,

if you don't love them back, then you can't love anybody else.

And you can't replace their love with anything else, okay?

Okay, I understand that this kind of dad-hating talk

can seem charismatic in lyrics and all.

But the truth is, it's so fucked up, dude.

And I don't want you to be crushed

under the weight of this responsibility when you are my age.

-Okay, I got it. -No, bro. You don't understand.

Do you know what the last thing I said to my dad was?

"Stop worrying about my life and worry about your own fucked up life."

I fucking said that to my dad!

He died of a heart attack that day.

So treat your dad right, brother.

Okay? Our crew liked your father's music.

I also like it.

No matter what you say, that guy really put in some effort.

-He did something. -No. He did not.

He just gave up instead of fighting back.

And now, he wants me to follow in his footsteps.

But I'm actually going to accomplish something.

Yeah, okay. I hope you do.

Let me ask you something. Are you here to preach about my dad?

Is that why you wanted me to come?

You know I'd prefer to be talking to those idiots right now.

Okay.

That's not why I called you over.

I want to give you a really beautiful birthday present, okay?

Be done with it, then. I have to meet with Lara.

Do you know Deniz?

That weird guy who plays saxophone.

Right. The saxophone guy.

He is a talented musician. Okay, he is a little weird,

but he is really good when it comes to music.

Deniz came here this morning,

and he mentioned a guy named Emir. Emir buys recordings from Deniz.

Is that so?

Right. Emir is a rich kid. I think Deniz brings him the recordings.

I don't know. They know each other somehow.

So, why do we care about them?

Because… Emir's father is super rich, okay?

And this guy has some creepy fantasies.

He has a ticket for a ship that's sailing to California.

Do ships sail to California from here?

Deniz must be crazy.

Dude, I'm trying to tell you something. Just listen to me.

I'm trying to make your birthday interesting.

A ticket to California would be really great.

Do you know what you are saying?

Can you hear yourself right now? You keep talking about leaving here.

This is your chance.

And it's California. Just where you would thrive.

Emir has a ticket.

And he doesn't even care about it.

He said he would give it to me if I wanted it.

This is the situation.

It means you can go and find Deniz, and get on that ship.

Or you can stay here for years, work in shitty restaurants,

save some money, and as long as there's no devaluation or anything,

you might be able to find a ticket… And then, "Californication"!

He's giving away the ticket?

Look, I know Deniz.

I don't know Emir. Maybe he is delusional, I'm not sure.

But Deniz said you could get the ticket from him.

This is great news! Where does Deniz live?

Where do the crazy aristocrats live in Istanbul?

-Nişantaşı. -Right.

Finally, thank God. I thought I lost you there for a second.

That's right. He's there.

Okay, I'll go there immediately, but…

will I be able to get on the ship like walking into a concert?

That's right. Just like walking into a punk concert.

I told you to bring something with you.

-Right. Here is the passport. -You don't need to thank me.

Will the passport be enough? What about visas and stuff?

You go and find Deniz. Get to the port in time.

This is an interesting country.

You don't know what could happen.

Go on.

KOUROU KAHVEDJI MARKET

STADIUM CONCERTS

Finally, Ozan.

I tried everything in the park while I was waiting.

I went to visit Bülent.

Look at these birds.

It seems like they don't know where they are going.

That's right.

It's not about going somewhere, it's about going somewhere together.

They'll have to touch the ground at some point, they can't keep on flying.

They're not trying to get anywhere.

They're just flying. It's a one-time thing.

What about the bugs on the ground?

Isn't flying impossible for them?

What do you mean?

I mean they live messed up lives.

It's so obvious how it starts and where it ends. The same place.

This is how you want to see it, Ozan.

No.

We don't get to make our choices, don't you know?

They don't get to choose their lives either.

Graduating from a school, finding a job…

finding another bug and marrying…

living their lives without any taste, watching TV the whole time…

and they produce baby bugs just like them.

And then they end up dead around a radiator. That's it.

You really killed the mood, Ozan.

The birds looked so nice, and now they're all dying because of you.

Okay, all right.

Yes, they are beautiful.

And so special. They fly in a harmonious way,

because of their special relationship.

That's right. They are beautiful.

We need to leave now.

I have to pay a visit to someone.

Wait a minute, I have to call my family, and let them know I'm with you.

Okay? Stay put, and stop imagining bad things.

Hello. Emre?

I wanted to ask you if the guy brought the recording equipment.

Yes, he is with me. I'm with Ozan. We are at a park.

Okay, I'll call you later.

-Is everything okay? -Yes, yes.

I told my sister I'm with you and that I'll be late tonight.

So? Shall we get to the concert hall?

-The crew must be there. -No, we have to go somewhere else first.

There's a birthday gift for me, waiting to be collected.

-What gift? -It's from Bülent.

I don't get it. You said you were already with Bülent.

Well, he left the gift with a friend of his. I have to get it from him.

It's a precaution to keep the gift safe.

Interesting, what is it?

I don't know. He talked about a ticket. I'm not sure.

But we have to hurry. We'll go to Nişantaşı.

Wait a minute. What ticket?

I don't know, Lara.

Do you think…

it's a ticket to the Bryan Adams concert in the Inonu Stadium?

I hope not, Lara. Come on.

Wait a minute. He probably bought it just to annoy you.

He probably bought two tickets for us. So that you can take me there.

Is it possible?

You know what? Why don't you come with me for once?

Have you ever watched a concert in a stadium?

You'll be witnessing history.

I think we should go before you annoy me even more.

What was the name of the guy?

Deniz.

Saxophone Deniz.

But which doorbell is it?

Just try all of them. That's your style.

Deniz?

God!

-What's up, Ozan? -Fine.

-Welcome. -Did you know we were coming?

I did.

Bülent called to tell me. You're going to be sailing, then?

The concert is tonight, will you be there?

Did you paint that?

Yes. I used to paint while I was living in New York.

-You lived in New York? -Yes.

Whoa! How was New York?

Do you know about the no wave period?

No. What's that?

It's like a four-year-old kid getting high on ecstasy

and playing music. It's a crazy thing.

Something like that.

So, what else is there to say about New York?

New York… New York was a beautiful city.

I lived there through its most dangerous, nastiest times.

Just before that gross, heart-shaped logo came out. You know, "I love NY."

Then what?

One day, it was raining. We were going to a concert.

My car broke down on the way. I had to hitchhike.

And then the car that picked me up also broke down.

Then, I got robbed while I was waiting for a bus at a bus stop.

Can you believe it?

I reached the concert hall after a 30-minute walk.

And they didn't let me in.

Then, I was trying to piss, and I saw a girl was also pissing there.

She gave me her beer.

I took a sip.

Then… that's how we met.

-You met her there? -Yes.

Yes.

And when was this concert?

Deniz?

Deniz?

Deniz?

The winter of 1978.

Look, I made this train so that her and her son could come here.

See?

Okay. This is better.

This…

This… Where did you find this?

-This? -Yes.

Where did you find this?

I bought it at Atlas Avenue.

This can't be a coincidence. She also had one of these.

-Who? -Her. Jennifer.

This is impossible. This can't be a coincidence.

Tell you what, Deniz.

You tell us where the ticket is, and I'll give you this badge.

I don't have it.

Okay, hang on. Calm down, Deniz.

-This… I don't have the ticket. -Okay, calm down. Who has it?

-Emir. -Emir?

-I don't have it. -Where is Emir's house?

-Yeniköy. I don't have it. -Fuck this shit.

Hang on, calm down.

If we leave now, we can get to the concert on time.

Right. Where does Emir live in Yeniköy?

Emir… In a mansion.

There are so many mansions there.

How are we supposed to know which one it is?

-It has a smiley face on it. -Okay, great. A pleasure to meet you.

-Yes, my badge! -Ah, right. The badge.

Here. See you. It was a pleasure.

What a lovely view!

Everything seems fabulous.

Everything in this city is broken, ruined, and lifeless.

That bridge is the only thing left to look at.

That's why it seems fabulous to you.

Look at that, Ozan.

Look at those historical ruins.

All these things…

are random, and they've come to being over the years.

All these ruins give Istanbul its soul, do you really not see that?

All they do is to make me feel like there is no escape from here.

As if there is nothing to do.

This city makes me feel like a dead man.

Broken and bound to be defeated.

I like Istanbul and its ruins.

So, should we ring the doorbell?

Well, we--

I guess you are here for Mr. Emir's party.

Please come in, they are in the back. I'll accompany you.

Thank you.

-Let me go to the bathroom. -Okay.

We can go to…

-Hello handsome! -Hi.

-I am Serra. -Nice to meet you.

I'm looking for a guy named Emir. Do you know him?

Maybe we do, but who are you?

My name is Ozan.

Pleasure to meet you.

This party is about to finish, Ozan. What are you doing afterward?

Where do you live, Ozan?

No, you got me wrong.

I'm looking for a friend and I'm in a hurry.

Please tell me if you know where he is.

We asked you a question, you didn't answer and asked another question.

Let me guess, you live in Nişantaşı?

We would know if he did.

Exactly, yes.

He doesn't look so rich.

Let me guess, you live far away from here.

You are from Yeşilköy, right?

Tell the truth, I bet you live there!

All right, you guys have fun. I have to leave.

-Nice looking guy. -Yes, but he left in a hurry.

Ridiculous. I don't believe you like London this much.

I mean it.

Turkey is so full of belly dancing, mustaches, and tea…

It's not right.

The purpose of the gallery lies behind its name.

It's not really a gallery.

But, you know…

It's so exciting.

But they don't get it.

Installations are all over the world. Painting is over.

Good morning!

But this place is all about academia.

Wait a minute, we have the Biennial. Isn't that right?

For God's sake. Biennial?

All the artists come to the Biennial from foreign countries.

Even their curators are foreigners.

Bullshit! It's all bullshit!

They're all fossils.

No, dear. You're not leaving. You'll stay here.

Sasha, why don't you speak Turkish?

Don't be ridiculous. You are from here. This is your native language.

Is there anything better than expressing yourself

in your native language? It's ridiculous.

I thought they could like something other than doner, hookah and football.

That's just ridiculous.

Do you really think it'd be better

if you went to London and opened up a gallery?

Don't fool yourself. Everywhere is like this.

Typical Turkish girl. Come on, let's get a drink.

Maybe we can go to my place afterwards.

Do you think I should leave everything behind and become an actress?

Why not?

-That'd be great! -Unbelievable!

We can go there, you know.

Hello, sweetheart. Are you alone?

Where are your friends?

Would you like to have a drink with me?

No, but do you know Emir, the owner of the house?

Emir? Right, Emir.

Yeah, I think he mentioned you. My beautiful girl.

But Emir left to go to the afterparty. About an hour ago.

After party? Where?

They went to Kiraz.

What is Kiraz?

It's the name of the club. It's in Talimhane.

Okay, thank you.

I just want to shoot all these guys. They're partying at his house.

Almost nobody knows who he is or where he is.

Hang on, I know where he is. In Kiraz.

What is Kiraz?

The name of the club. It's in Talimhane.

The club is close to the concert place. Let's go there.

He is leaving!

-Stop! Wait. -What is it?

The photo of Emir. How else can we find him in a dark place?

Are you sure it's him?

Who else can it be? It's his house.

Right.

-Right? Come on. -Okay.

We're really desperate. I hope one of them takes us.

Whoa! Stop, stop.

Thank you very much, really. Come on.

-Whoa, brother! You sit next to me. -What is going on?

Don't get me wrong, if the police find out I'm not licensed,

they will not let me go. They'll be a pain in the ass.

No, nobody can do that.

We are here for you, don't worry.

My good pal!

Well, if they have their badges, we have our friends, right?

That's right.

What do you want, dickhead?

What is it? Just use the other lane. This is Istanbul!

Am I supposed to let you take the road?

Bastard! Good God. Pardon my French, fellas.

You know where Kiraz is, right?

Where are you from?

What does it have to do with the question I asked?

You know where we are going, right?

We don't have much time.

Just leave it to me, don't worry. Just tell me, where are you from?

Istanbul.

Right. I'm also from Istanbul.

See, Istanbul Restaurant. Must be one of us.

Just tell me, where are you from originally?

I'm from Elazig.

My God, I love it. Are you seriously from Elazig?

You just made my day! I love it when I see someone from Elazig.

I'm sorry. Please pardon me, young lady.

I can't contain myself when I hear about Elazig, you know?

Elazig is a whole new level.

You know. Whenever you go to Elazig, knock on any door,

they'll open the door and smile at you.

They'll welcome you, they'll ask if you are hungry.

If you are tired or not.

They will provide you with a bed, with food.

That's how Elazig is.

But Istanbul?

People here will shut the door in your face,

even if you are in need, even if you are hurt and in pain.

It's unbelievable.

Now, why do you say you're from Istanbul, my good pal?

Are you also from Elazig?

Of course, I am! I am also from Elazig!

I am a gakgos , and so are you.

That must be why you grow on me! That's why I like you.

It's in our blood, you know. We're from Elazig!

Elazig is the place to be!

Its former name was El Aziz, meaning "the saint".

All the people are saints there. They're beautiful people.

I have never seen anybody who doesn't like a person from Elazig.

Not once.

But there was this woman. She got in my car. I'll never forget her.

We were just chatting about the weather.

She wanted to go somewhere around-- I don't really remember.

And I asked this woman where she was from.

She said Izmir.

And she asked me the same thing. She got mad when I replied Elazig.

She went crazy. Told me to pull over. I asked why she was being like that.

I told her that we weren't at the destination.

She insisted and said she didn't like anybody from Elazig.

What the hell? How come you don't? I mean, what is your problem?

Anyway, she said her ex-husband was from Elazig. So?

She said her ex cheated on her with her best friend.

I told her it's not right to treat him like this.

After all, he was your husband. Maybe it was your friend who was evil.

Maybe she seduced your husband.

Maybe the poor guy had nothing to do with it.

And she replied, "Don't get me wrong. I see you like a brother."

"Imagine I was your wife, and I cheated on you with your best friend."

"What would you do?"

Even listening to her saying those things made me lose my shit.

I went crazy, you know!

I said, "You know, in that case I would grab a knife,

and I would slice you into pieces without even hesitating!"

"I swear to god you'd be torn into pieces."

"I would butcher you right there and then!"

That's what I said and explained.

I was so furious. Even remembering this is making me lose my shit.

And then she said, "So, you'd slice me up if I did that."

"But when he does the same thing, it's the devil's doing?"

"Is it fair? He was my husband."

"I trusted him, he went and cheated on me with my best friend,

and asked for my forgiveness. Is that even possible?"

And I said she was right.

So, she was the only person I met who had bad memories of Elazig people.

So, you shouldn’t deny your roots. Why would you say you're from Istanbul?

-Just say that you're from Elazig. -That's right.

But I've never left Istanbul. I grew up here.

Even if you have never left, your ancestors did.

Your bones are from Elazig, your glance is from Elazig.

Your appearance is from Elazig!

I have never seen someone who is so distinctively from Istanbul.

There is no such thing.

But I can tell you're from Elazig from a kilometer away!

You are a gakgos indeed!

So, here is the place.

-This is the cradle of filth. -Are you sure?

You know, these people have orgies until the first light of--

Sir, how much do we owe you?

Do you think I'd charge a brother from Elazig? I've got you covered.

-Thank you so much, sir! -Go on.

Holy shit.

Hello. I left my Walkman in there, can I go and take it back?

We need to see someone very important.

A friend. He might have already left here, though.

-Can we just look around? -No.

Why not? Let us in.

Everybody is looking for someone important here.

Get back in line before I throw you out of this place.

You don't get to say that. I'm going in, I'll take a look.

Tell you what.

Is there someone else in charge who we can talk to?

And stop wasting your time?

You'll have to talk to the grandmother.

The grandmother?

Would you prefer bon marché ?

I prefer to be called The Queen, though.

But definitions are limiting, baby. Call me whatever you like.

Is this goon bothering you?

Look at this beauty. You're really shining here.

What have you done to deserve this girl?

I'm happy to be with her.

Tell me, what brings you to my temple tonight?

Make your wish.

We'd really love to see your temple.

By the way, his name is Ozan. He is my boyfriend.

It's his birthday today, we have a friend inside.

Can we go in?

This is the birthday boy? Well, well. You look so shabby.

Ozan?

Gizem?

What's up?

If I were in your shoes, I wouldn't leave him with her.

That bitch will try to seduce him away from you. Go on.

Let them in.

I really can't believe you are here!

Unbelievable! This is a historic moment.

I can't believe it, either.

It's been a long time.

-Yes. -You've become so handsome.

We should keep in touch, no more ghosting.

-Look-- -By the way, you'll love this place!

We're creating a whole new Istanbul here.

We're creating a cultural bridge between West and East,

and we are doing that with the power of music. Real music.

Tearing down the Berlin Wall is easy, but making that happen,

that's hard.

Isn't it great?

Gizem, let me check on Lara. I'll find you again, okay?

Okay, nice.

Where?

Emir?

What is your name, sweetheart?

-I'm Lara. -What?

My name is Lara.

Have we hooked up before?

Well, no… We have a mutual friend. Saxophone Deniz.

I know a secret place, we'll go there and I'll let you play the sax.

-What do you say? -Deniz. Deniz is your friend.

Saxophone Deniz?

Right, Deniz, of course. Will he be here tonight?

He said you had a gift for us. A ticket.

It's a birthday gift for my boyfriend.

Your boyfriend? I don't see anybody around you.

Come on, let's dance.

Look, the ticket is important to me. You need to help me.

Enough with this girl's nonsense, what is she talking about?

Are you going to tell me?

I might be able to help you, but what will you do for me?

What the hell are you doing? What?

Are you going to tell me where the ticket is?

-I sold it. -Did you?

Why would sell it? Aren't you already rich? I don't get it.

I traded it for some pills.

Who has the ticket?

A guy named Resul. In Aksaray.

He has a shisha store, find him if you can.

Ozan! Stop!

-Just stop! -What?

Stop acting like a fool and listen to me.

I've found the ticket. Some guy in Aksaray has it.

Lara, just forget it.

It's impossible for us to go to Aksaray, and then go to the concert in time.

Never mind. Let's forget it.

I am not your bitch

I eat whatever I want to eat I wear whatever I want to wear

I do whatever I want to I'm beautiful without makeup too

I am not your bitch

I eat whatever I want to eat I wear whatever I want to wear

I do whatever I want to I'm beautiful without makeup too

I am not your bitch

I am not your bitch

Are you lost, young one?

We're here to pay our debt to Mr. Resul.

Follow me.

Go on.

-Is it also silver? -Yes.

Let me see.

It's not bad.

Well…

Welcome, young ones.

Hello, are you Mr. Resul?

-I guess you didn't hear, I-- -Thank you, hello.

We are here to pick something up.

We're Emir's friends.

Which Emir?

Who is he?

Don't you know Emir?

Come again?

Ask me the question properly.

He is a blonde, tall guy.

-I think he gave you-- -To me? Look at me.

Why are you so informal?

What did he give me?

A ticket.

Whatever.

What is your name?

Ozan.

Look, Ozan.

If you don't talk to me properly…

if you don't show your manners, I will cut you to pieces…

put you in little packages, send you to the other side of the world,

and nobody will find you. Nobody will hear from you.

-We're just here for the-- -Shut up!

Bitch.

A hundred million.

Either you pay it, or you can get the fuck out.

Never mind, let's go.

Check it.

-It's good. -Good.

The sin of love

Is not questioned in the afterlife

Dear, come to the stage.

The sin of love is not questioned

In the afterlife

There will always be lovers

Ozan, dear. Come here!

Remember the morning we spent

Come to the stage, Ozan.

Your memory makes my day

Remember the morning we spent

Your memory makes my day

Ozan! Come to the stage, dear. Come on, Ozan.

Run!

Stop!

Give me the phone.

Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Tonight.

Be ready.

Quickly!

Where the hell have you been?

Never mind. Let me ask you something, is Deniz playing?

-Yes, he is. -I'll be back.

-Come on. -Let's go.

Hi.

-Who are you? -I'm Lara.

-The boss! -What's up?

I was doing fine, but the saxophone messed up the plate.

Is this how you'll record it?

This is a beast of a machine.

Why are we recording it anyway?

-It's kind of a gift. -Okay.

Do you feel it?

Do you feel it?

Do you feel it?

Do you feel it?

I feel like time is passing by Do you also get this feeling?

Time is passing by

But you don't know what you're missing

Or where you should be

I'm asking you The stress is building up

But there is nowhere for it to exit

It feels like your brain is being crushed Under that concrete stress

You have no space in your brain

No matter how heavy it gets You have to carry it

I'm asking you

Don't you feel that way?

They want you to blend in

They want to shrink you And put you on a shelf

They want to make you cement And pour you on somebody else's brain

Do you feel it?

I'm asking you

Don't you feel it?

Don't you feel it?

Do you feel it?

Do you feel it?

Children of this country

They act like they own the country

Turkey is all alone

The culture must be the same

Love the country or leave it

Lovers must be separated

Love the country or leave it

Lovers must be separated

Eighteen percent of the country Why do you want to leave the country?

Fascists, thugs everywhere In the streets and in the police station

Love the country or leave it

Lovers must be separated

Love the country or leave it

Lovers must be separated

Love the country or leave it

Lovers must be separated

Love the country or leave it

Love the country or leave it

The police are here!

Where are we going, Ozan?

Boss! The recording!

Taxi!

-What is going on, Ozan? -Get in, quickly!

We are going to the port.

What port? What is going on, Ozan? Tell me.

Lara, I'm leaving.

Look.

This is a ticket for a ship which will go to California.

It will set sail soon. I'll be on that ship.

I'm leaving, Lara.

We have to interrupt this broadcast with urgent news.

Our radio center has been receiving calls from all over Istanbul.

Some armed, unknown groups have been spotted taking over

critical points of transportation in Istanbul.

We've learned that there are helicopters hovering around,

and that armed groups are shooting at civilians.

Tell me something!

We have been informed that some places have been set ablaze,

and that the hospitals are full of injured people.

We keep receiving alarming calls. There is no concrete information…

Lara, say something!

…these armed groups seem to be simultaneously raiding the houses

of prominent businessmen and well-known journalists.

According to the information we…

Won't you say something?

Dear citizens…

Say something Lara!

It's the council's order to broadcast this message…

Wait, where are you going?

…on all TV and radio channels.

In order to empower our national forces who have been getting weaker and weaker,

and to build our democracy on solid ground,

the council has taken full control of the country

and will establish a whole new system.

The council promises to regain the people's trust

in the system again.

This is an order to all the citizens, do not to try to stop this putsch.

Everyone is to stay at home until further notice.

Our future has been guaranteed by the council.

Lara!

Lara!

Lara!

Lara!

Let me go!

Lara!

I'm coming!

I'm coming, Lara!

Ozan!

-Lara! -Let me go!

Ozan!

-I can't see, Ozan. -Okay, calm down.

-Ozan. -Calm down, it's okay.

-Don't open your eyes. -I can't see.

-Don't open your eyes. Don't. -I can't see Ozan! I can't!

Ozan?

We're leaving, Lara. We'll go somewhere else.

Somewhere else. We have a place to go.

Lara, come with me.

Won't you talk to me?

Where to, Ozan?

Where? I was born in here, this is all me.

Don't you see? This country is no more.

You don't even know what's going to happen.

Don't you want to live in a city which embraces you?

Do you think California will be different?

Here, take a look!

Is this your home?

This city wants to kill you. Don't you get it?

And last night is proof of that.

You are so obsessed with the idea of escaping!

But you can't trade the sun for the shadows, Ozan.

I don't understand you, Ozan.

You weren't always like this.

You weren't interested in where the music was.

You were interested in where the soul of the music was.

What's up? Why the change of heart? You lied to me, Ozan.

-I didn't lie to you. -Yes, you did.

Look, Lara. You have to understand this.

We are a piece of hair stuck in the mouth of this city. It wants to spit us out.

Is that so hard to understand?

It's you who doesn't understand! The whole world is a messed-up place.

Do you know what you are doing?

You're putting a different colored piece of glass at the start of each sentence.

And whatever you look at, you see it in that color.

Isn't it time to get rid of that piece of colored glass?

Anyway, I should stop talking so you can keep on complaining.

Here.

What is it?

LOVE OR LEAVE

It's a recording of your performance.

It's the only thing you'll need in your new home.

Happy birthday, Ozan.

Lara?

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