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Oh.

I am not starving to death
on this godforsaken mountain!

He's right! Let's go down to the village
while we're strong enough.

What if that demon gets you?

We'll die either way.

Should we die here as cannibals?

- Let's go back!
- Wait!

- You're not going anywhere.
- Go ahead!

I'm not scared of you.

Come on! Shoot me!

- I'll take you with me.
- Selo, put that down!

I swear to God, I'll shoot you both.

Break it up!

You too! Break it up!

Move away!

This is your meat.

Eat it.

- In the name of God…
- God forbid…

This is for Ziya. Feed him this.

Heal him.

Or else.

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up!

CREATURE

Muharrem, don't let the skin go to waste.

"THE VOICES IN MY HEAD"

- Would I ever?
- Don't eat it all.

We'll bury the rest
in snow to make it last.

He'll bring us another one. He has to.

- Because of the one inside?
- Yes.

- Eat more, talk less.
- Whoa, you're going to choke.

You said your name was Ziya.

Did I?

I may have.

It's all a blur.

What did you fellas do?

The one out there…

Did you escape from prison?

We created our own prison

and kept ourselves captive there.

What are you saying?
You're really getting on my nerves.

Speak. What happened?

Why are you here? Are you after us?

If you want the treasure,
don't get your hopes up.

We won't give you a dime.

Those men outside,

they'll tear you apart
like they did that deer.

Treasure, huh?

You believe that? It's just a rumor.

Some spoiled Byzantine prince

put it here to meddle with people's fate.

It's all a lie.

Do you have some illness, brother?
Don't give us trouble!

I already have.

I've brought everyone trouble.

Just tell us, damn it! What happened?

Would you believe me if I did?

Student candidates
who have their photographs taken

will go up to the Office of Admissions
with the number given.

You'll receive your photographs from me
after tomorrow with that number

and take them to the registrar's office.

I said upstairs, young man.
Did you not hear me?

Your father's name, title, and status.

Then the student's name.

Muzaffer, Değirmencioğulları Muzaffer.
His son Ziya.

- Place of residence?
- Bursa.

POST OFFICE

Put the return address here.

- It's missing.
- I have no address yet.

I'm a physician candidate.
I enrolled in medical school today.

You're to be a physician?

I pity the patient
who falls in your hands.

Are you wrong in the head, son?

Just write down the school's address.

Oh God.

You're right, sir.

I didn't think of that.

I was thinking about-

He was thinking.

And the patient has died on the table!

May they rest in peace!

You've learned the school's address
by heart the first day?

Then there's hope yet.

The patient opened an eye.

Just one eye, mind you.

- How much do I owe?
- Three coins.

Come in, young man.

I have bone broth soup,
yogurt soup, tripe soup…

Thank you. I'm not hungry.

- I was looking for someone.
- You are hungry.

Son, we've been selling soup
since my grandfather.

I know a hungry person
by the look in their eyes.

Even if they're dressed
in expensive clothes like yours.

- Come, take a seat.
- I have no money.

Did anyone ask you for money?

- Enjoy.
- Çeşm-i nigâr soup?

My favorite.

You know it?

My mother used to make it.

Used to?

She passed away.

May she rest in peace in heaven.

Thank you.

Calm down. I'll just have a look.
What is it?

- School documents!
- My school's about to start.

I'll become a physician.

I'll find cures for diseases
and heal everyone.

God willing.

- Allow me to wash the dishes.
- No need, my child.

Please let me.
I don't want to be indebted.

Very well.

But on one condition.

Sit down.

Tell me what happened to you.

But no lies. Be honest.

Where did you learn to clean with ash?

I told you, my father's a physician.

Ash cleans and polishes copper.

Sleep here for now.

I arrive before the morning prayer
to open the kitchen.

Customers come in with the prayer.

First it's the wine-addled,
the drunk, and the addicted.

Don't be afraid though.

Most of them are only their own enemy.

They eat soup in silence and go home

or into some hole we don't know about.

Understood?

You'll get tired.

Your bones will boil
like the ones in these pots.

You'll have a hard time for a while.

So begins the test of becoming a man.

- Good morning, Uncle Hamdi.
- Good morning.

Take this.

It's old but clean.
The sheet's folded inside.

Praise be. Very good.

Father Hamdi!

Bonjour, monsieur!

Welcome. Have a seat, İhsan.
Your soup is coming.

I'll serve him, Uncle Hamdi. Which one?

No. I'll serve him,
and you can serve the others later.

İhsan, my boy.

Have a blessed morning.

You have it, Father Hamdi.

I always have the cursed ones.

Don't say that. Don't offend God.

He won't be offended.

He knows me.

Since it was him who created me,
he won't get offended.

I thought you quit, my dear child.
If only you could do it in moderation.

Having this much of it, I worry about you.

Tell me, what is it now?

The voices in my head…

they won't stop.

Only the red stops them.

The one in the jug.

And this soup of yours.

I thought you stopped hearing voices.
I was relieved.

What happened?

School.

It's about to start.

My school.

Without me.

Another year without me.

No İhsan.

All those young minds.

It's as if I don't exist.

As if…

as if I never existed.

What do you mean, as if you never existed?

My granddaughter wouldn't be alive
if you did not exist.

She's all grown up
and about to get married.

You are a gift to us in this world.

- A gift?
- Of course. What else?

A gift to us, but a curse to yourself.

Stop doing this to yourself, son.

Have your soup. Go home and sleep.

Will it pass

when I do?

It will. It will all pass.

If you say it'll pass,
I will go home and sleep.

Your money is no good here.
As if you don't know me.

It's not for you.

It's for the dowry
of the girl getting married.

A gift.

Oh, and…

tell that green boy

that school won't be a home to him.

It'll be a living hell!

How did İhsan know you were a student?

I slept in the schoolyard the other night.

- He was wandering around, alone.
- Oh no.

It was as if he was giving a lecture
to an empty classroom.

Oh dear. His mind's playing tricks again.

What's wrong with him? What happened?

His family was well-off.

His father traded with
the Genovese and the Greeks.

He was their only son.

A young man, smart as a whip,

interested in insects,
all kinds of creatures, birth and death.

He didn't want to be a merchant.
Insisted on studying medicine.

His family said no.

He dug his heels in, went to Europe,
studied in Paris, and came back.

His love, his obsession, was medicine.

He became a lecturer.

But his style, his methods,
and his innovations were unorthodox.

They both envied his intelligence

and were intimidated
by his rebellious streak.

They fired him in just two years,
after playing dirty tricks on him.

The poor thing buried himself in books
and became a hermit.

There was even an explosion
in his yard a few years back.

He had a load of gunpowder.

- Gunpowder?
- Yes. Barrels of it.

Anyway, rumor had it
that he wanted to take his own life.

I can't know for sure.

But I hope it was not true.

If it gets to that point again…
That's why I'm worried.

Where does he live?
I'd like to get to know him.

What's it to you?

I'm not telling you this as gossip.

It's just a cautionary tale.

Son, science is all well and good,

but it's also a monster
in the pit of hell.

Be careful not to let it devour you.

May God grant you a clear mind.
Help a sister in need?

May God grant you a clear mind.
Help a sister in need?

I'll pray for you.

What good is your prayer,
you Coptic whore?

Let me go! Let me go, I say!
You're hurting my arm!

On the prowl here even on the first day!
What a nuisance you are.

May your hands be cursed.
What have I ever done to you?

Get lost!

A creature of God you may be,
but next time I'll show you.

Why did God create
the likes of you anyway?

I'm sure he had his reasons.

You dare question God's will?

Repent, you heretic!

I do. God forbid. I would never, sir.

If you bother that woman again,

I'll proclaim you an infidel
and get you thrown out.

These are my witnesses.

It may not be a good idea

to draw this much attention
on the first day of school, my friend.

- What did I do?
- You put that racist in his place.

But remember,

people who despise others
due to their race are everywhere,

and not all of them are
necessarily uneducated.

So don't draw attention to yourself.

Let's introduce ourselves.

- My name is Yunus.
- Ziya.

A good physician always keeps in mind

that although we need to be cautious,

it's God's will that matters.

You have to accept death,

or the fate of every patient you lose

will overwhelm you.

It will cause deep grief and sadness.

We are helpless against death.

You must accept that.

No one expects you
to be scholars, savants, or inventors.

After all, you can never take this
science further than Avicenna did.

And to be good physicians,

first and foremost,

you must learn to listen.

I was listening, Professor.

What did I say?

Repeat it.

We must accept
that we're helpless against death.

No one expects us
to be scholars, savants, or inventors.

After all, we can never take this
science further than Avicenna did.

I mean no disrespect,
but I've been hearing this for years.

Don't draw attention.

Tell me, how old are you to say to me

that you have been
hearing these things for years?

Huh? You have only
just begun your education.

Such insolence!

With all due respect,

what you said is an insult to Avicenna

and a large number
of philosophers and scientists.

- Quiet!
- Why not pursue new remedies

instead of only practicing
what we are forced to memorize?

Quiet! You heretic!

What do you think you know
to run your mouth pointlessly like this?

I'm not a heretic.

On the contrary, what I'm saying
is permissible by religion.

- Out! Get out!
- Which is-

Go on! Out!

Not before I've finished talking.

Islam encourages research
into the roots of diseases.

Imam Ahmad says that our Prophet…

May the blessings of Allah be upon him.

…has made this decree,

"Every scourge from God
comes with its remedy."

"So you should seek out the remedy."

Come in.

I don't want this rebellious brat
at our school, sir.

He argued with me
on the first day of school.

He disregarded my station
and my reputation

in front of all the students.

That was never my intention, sir.

REJECTED

He sowed discord among us
with his poisonous ideas.

He was about to start a riot
like the Janissaries did.

There.

Now you've all had your first lesson.

You know what they say.

The rooster that crows too soon

loses its head.

You should have held your tongue,
and the dishware would've been spared!

Oh, you silly boy.

What am I going to do?

How will I face my father?

How can I go back home?

How can I walk through that door
and face Asiye?

You're not going anywhere.

Calm down. We'll figure it out.
The morning might bring good things.

Mr. İhsan, have a blessed morning.

If you have time,
I'd like to talk to you about something.

- You can't come in.
- Hamdi...

I have a lady friend in there.

- She doesn't want to be seen.
- Oh dear.

I apologize. I'll come back later, then.

Wait.

Wait for me down there, and we'll talk.

He had a secret behind his eyes
that he couldn't hide.

A secret only I could grasp.

A secret so big
for him to leave everything behind.

As someone who completed
his medical studies in Paris,

my intention is not to patronize

or attempt to lecture you.

Far from it.

As a person born
and raised in this country,

my desire is to share with you

what I saw, experienced, and learned there

and also to learn new things from you

while having debates about science…

with…

all of you.

But it's obvious nothing's changed here!

So few people here are interested!

The dean of the school didn't even bother

coming over from his office next door.

In light of this apathy and indifference,

I believe it would be best
to end this gathering.

If I've torn you away
from the comfort of your beds,

please forgive me.

I have a question for Mr. İhsan.

If you were born and raised here,

why did you search for science
in foreign lands?

Is it maybe because of people like you

who prefer to add fuel to the fire, sir?

I ask you all to get hold of yourselves.

Is this befitting people like us?

Brother İhsan, you're right
in your excitement.

Come on, gather yourself!

Tell us what you saw and experienced,
and we can do the same.

Let's be a light for each other.

Wherever that light is hidden,

let it come out, shine,
and illuminate our way.

I named my son after this idea of "light,"

and he is
the most precious thing in my life!

I know you.

I mean,

these gestures, this attitude
is not at all foreign to me.

That's very kind of you. Thank you.

In short, I know you're not fond
of the people at that school,

but as I gather, we have a new dean.

Could you talk to him?

My dear brother İhsan,

it has been four years
since we met and became friends.

My son Ziya, who I've mentioned to you,
is now a student candidate.

In brief, I am asking you

to occasionally check on Ziya
without him knowing.

I would rather he didn't know

because he's proud
and, forgive me for saying,

a stubborn young man like you.

You are very much alike
in terms of intelligence and disposition.

That is why, as a father,
I am both happy and worried.

Best regards, Muzaffer.

Manners! You can't just barge in-

Mr. Süleyman,
you'll withdraw your complaint.

Who are you to give me orders?

What is your connection to this school?
Who do you think you are?

You wouldn't understand
if I told you about me.

But I can tell you

what kind of man you are,

if you must know.

Get out! Go!

First of all, you are a man

who steals laudanum
from the school medicine cabinet.

Wow!

I-- But-

Don't be alarmed.

The new dean won't hear us.
His office is too far away.

Then again, people do like to talk.

But-- Be quiet… Damn.

Oh, and I remember

you performing surgery
addled with laudanum,

and maiming a young boy's leg.

You and his father called upon me
in the middle of the night.

I saved the poor child
as he was about to bleed to death.

That's enough. Just be quiet!

I have only just begun.

I haven't even got to the part about
your medical license being dubious.

I can stop

if you think you've heard enough,

but the father of the child
whose leg you maimed

has been wanting to get even.

Just the other day, at the tavern,
I almost wasn't able to stop him.

I can just say the word.

Come with me.

Thank you.

Lads. How are you?

We are fine, praise God.

Listen carefully, students.

Where our bones
are connected to each other,

an egg-white-like substance…

Stop laughing!

Is this a game to you?

Professor İhsan,
I brought some lokum to thank you.

- If you'll accept-
- You shouldn't have.

Thank you for coming.

So that's why
he doesn't teach cadaver studies

and has someone else do it.

I understand it all now.

I'm talking about Süleyman.

Cadavers are against
his religious beliefs, supposedly.

- They've been legal since the Tanzimat.
- Right.

All that religious stuff is a lie.

So he is not qualified for that.

Maybe his diploma is indeed dubious.

See? All the pieces
are coming together now.

How unlucky we are
to have such a professor

in a school full of enlightened masters.

Whatever. It's not like he has
something to teach us anyway.

The most logical thing to do is
to wait till the next semester,

but that means losing a whole year.

You're getting fidgety again.

Relax. And don't draw attention.

- Rat!
- Get it! It's right there! Get it!

Get it!

- Crush that bastard!
- Here it is!

By the burlap sack! Get it!

Vile creatures.

They've plagued us since yesterday.
Where are they coming from?

They caught a horse disguised as a rat.

- What the hell is that?
- It's as big as a cat.

Mrs. Ofelya?

- Who is it?
- It's me, Asiye.

The adopted daughter of the late Gülfem.

Gülfem died?

Oh God.

Why haven't you taken me?
Forgive me the blasphemy.

Don't say that.

That means you're meant to live.

You call this living?

I have only one wish now.

I wish that it rained,

and when I stood under it

and bathed in it,

it would wash away all my sores,

take away all my pain.

And that I could
look in the mirror one last time…

and see not this Ofelya

but the old Ofelya.

And then I could leave this world.

Dear God,

I've endured your test.

Let it be that only Ofelya in the mirror
is remembered.

Asiye!

Raise your head, girl,
or you'll get a stiff neck.

Let's talk a little.

You either work on that or read.

Asiye, what do you say
we send Ziya a telegram tomorrow?

We haven't heard from him in days.

- Aren't you worried?
- I am, but I don't blame him.

He must be busy with his classes.

I wish that thing called telephone
would arrive here already.

They built switchboards
in Kadıköy and Beyoğlu, but not here.

I'd call it the work of the devil,
but you'd call me a bigot again.

I just can't comprehend it.

They say words will travel
through wires from God knows where

and make their way here.

The end is nigh, I tell you that.

I hope we don't get caught unprepared.

God forbid.

You! Wake up!

Wake up, man! Come on, wake up!

I thought you were dead, brother.

How can you stay asleep?
They'd eat your eyes if I hadn't arrived.

Don't touch it.

Why am I bleeding?

The rats were biting you in your sleep.

How could you not have noticed?

How much did you drink?

Ziya!

- Sir?
- Look what's happened.

A rat bit him. Bring some alcohol.

- Mother!
- Stop touching it.

I'm bleeding so much.

Is my ear still there, Uncle Hamdi?
Please tell me!

It is. Stop yelling. It just bit the tip.

- How did I not feel it?
- You wouldn't.

Rats deceive you.

They numb the area with their spit
and bite only after that.

That son of a bitch.

Where is that fucking animal?
I'm going to kill it!

Stop!

Stop it, you lunatic!

I was my parents' only son.

Is such a strong young man like me

going to be called
Half-Ear Şaban from now on, Hamdi?

How have I sunk this low?

Never mind the half ear.
Pray you don't catch the plague.

This sort of rat spreads bubonic plague.

Thousands of people
died of that here and in Europe.

Died writhing in agony.

- Ziya?
- Yes, sir?

What is it? Tell me.

Your ear is bleeding.

Subtitle translation by: Bilge Gündüz