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FEMALE HAMLET

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The most toughest speech is the one given at a funeral.

Especially if the departed is your own brother, same mother and father.

But it can't be helped that fate gave me this heavy burden.

Falling victim to a terrible murder, my brother Ahmet

was an honorable, honest,

and a good man everyone looked up to.

But no murder remains unsolved.

The killer or killers will one day be found.

I promise you,

that day will be even more terrifying than doomsday.

His dear memory

will live in our hearts for the rest of time.

My brother Ahmet's dear wife

is now my sister.

And his daughter is my daughter.

They will never ever forget this pain,

and the terrible death of their father and husband.

I will try my best to ease their pain.

My friends,

I raise my glass

to my dear wife's

and at the same time

my niece's

and my stepdaughter Hamlet's honor.

Let's drink to Hamlet!

I want all of you to know that

my dear brother Ahmet's unforgettable memory

is inside us in all its freshness and pain.

But even in mourning, we haven't lost our common sense.

We fought with our hearts and minds.

It is collective respect for the departed

that has brought me and my wife Gonul to this wonderful day.

Our consciences clean,

our pain great,

our grief infinite,

and our joy is limited.

My friends!

Now I drink to you!

Hamlet.

Why are you always like the dark clouds?

Not at all, good sir.

On the contrary,

I'm right next to the sun.

Why "good sir"?

I'm both your uncle and your father.

Right.

Both my uncle,

and my father.

But my stepfather.

An uncle is half a father.

And you got the other half

by marrying my mother.

So now you're my complete father.

And I'm a little bit more of a niece,

and a whole lot less of a daughter.

The pain of losing your father has made you pessimistic.

You know how it is. Everyone dies.

Nature's law.

I carry my father's pain not with a fake face,

but with my life.

And that is your most praised aspect.

You mourn your father's death from the heart.

But don't forget that

your father's father also died.

Your grandfather also lost his dad.

Children may mourn their fathers for some time.

But if this grief goes on forever,

it'll be against religion, faith, and humanity.

This kind of persistence is like going against God.

And don't even think about going back to America.

Your theater education is over.

Forget the theater.

You should stay with us now. Here.

We don't have anyone else.

I'll do whatever you ask of me, my dear mother.

A beautiful and sensitive reply.

My daughter. My niece.

Finally the ice has melted.

My friends!

Some great news for this great day!

Hamlet is staying here with us.

We're going to live together and be happy.

Now let us drink to this wonderful decision.

Aldo! Break open the champagne!

Words of love,

words of affection,

are so far away now.

They poisoned my world.

Try to understand me and dislike me.

I won't exist if I don't have your love in my heart.

You're my source of life.

It's either you or death.

Don't put yourself in this dark dead end.

Forget. Walk away from me.

I can't give you love anymore. Only pain.

We'll share the good days and the bad.

Let me help you.

No.

No one can help me.

I'll suffer my own pain.

Please. Break loose of these unlucky thoughts.

Accept things the way they are.

You talk like my uncle.

You think like my mother.

Two months after someone's death,

that person's brother

and that person's wife cannot get married!

Who killed my father?

Who is the murderer?

We don't even know that much.

My poor dad.

How he loved my mother.

Like how I love you.

I thought my mother loved my dad.

So much that

two months later she married another man!

Even a dim witted animal

suffers the pain of her man a lot more.

The tears that she shed at my father's funeral weren't even dry.

Now that same woman lies in a bed of sin!

In a horny and rabid haste

she ran to my uncle's sinful bed!

- Hello. - Welcome.

Did that thing appear again tonight?

No. Not yet.

- Maybe you imagined it. - It was no illusion!

I saw him too.

I swear that scary thing is Mr. Ahmet's ghost.

So when does he appear?

Right about now.

There! He's coming.

So? Are you seeing this?

He's gone.

He left just like he came.

The appearance of Mr. Ahmet's ghost is not a good sign.

Big tragedies will strike.

Ghosts are messengers of bad fates.

I have to tell Hamlet what we saw.

Do you believe that the ghost is my father's soul?

Yes, I do. The ghost I saw was your father. It was him.

He was standing in front of me, just like you are now.

I wanted to talk, but I couldn't.

We all saw him. We can't be wrong!

How was his face?

There was sorrow in his face.

I knew this would happen.

They wouldn't even leave him alone at his tomb.

There was something the ghost wanted to say, but not to us.

I will wait for him tonight.

Maybe he'll come again.

He already came 3 nights in a row. He'll come tonight for sure.

I must talk to him.

I won't give up even if he goes to hell.

As your brother, I want to tell you something before I leave.

I know you love Hamlet.

But you have to give her up.

I don't understand what you're saying.

Hamlet is a rich girl.

And her world is totally different.

If she leaves you one day, I wouldn't want you to suffer.

You're wrong about the most perfect girl in the world.

I didn't say anything bad about the girl you love. I wouldn't.

I just said your love's a dead end.

Love goes hand in hand with money. You're not a rich kid, don't forget.

What did Osman say to you about Hamlet before he left?

You probably know what he said.

Yes. I know.

Your brother speaks the truth.

Stay away from Hamlet, Orhan.

I don't want this relationship to hurt you.

If you let me, I'd like to make decisions on the future myself.

What time is it?

Almost midnight.

The ghost should be here soon.

And what if he doesn't show?

I'll wait for 1000 nights until he does.

My father!

There he is. He's coming.

That is really my father's ghost.

Father.

My dear father.

Tell me. What do you want from me?

He's calling you! But don't go after him!

He won't talk if I don't go!

Don't do this. You can't go!

No. I have to.

Don't come after me.

Now listen to me carefully.

I'll only listen to you my whole life long.

My time is running out.

I have to go back inside those cruel flames to pay for my sins.

If you want me to feel a bit more peaceful in hell, remember what I tell you.

Poor dad.

It's such a shame.

Don't pity me.

If you loved me even a little, revenge my terrible sordid death.

Who is the killer?

Give me the name of that dog!

The snake that took your father's life, now lies in your mother's bed.

So it was my uncle.

Oh my soul knows the unknown.

I thought of this before.

Yes. Your uncle.

That animal, thirsty for sinful desires, killed me.

He stole your mother's heart with devilish games.

He is a disgusting piece of shit!

Damn my uncle and mother.

I swear they won't escape my revenge.

Don't you dare touch your mother and get your hands dirty.

But don't bow down to your cruel uncle either.

You will ask him for the price of my blood.

My dear father.

I promise you,

my revenge will be horrible!

Time to go.

It's almost morning.

Don't forget me.

May you belong to God, my girl.

Did you say "don't forget me"?

No, poor soul.

As long as this crazy head stays in its place

you won't come out of it.

You are the only one in my brain.

Rest in peace.

I'll avenge your blood with more blood!

Would you swear

on my father's grave

not to tell anyone what you saw last night?

I swear I won't.

I won't either.

This will stay between us until we die.

What did your father's soul say to you?

Won't you tell us what the ghost said?

No.

I'll keep that to myself.

But know this:

A bastard lives among us.

Beat your curiosity.

Forget what happened.

Now I want something else from you.

I'll do anything you say.

That goes for me too.

What that ghost said might only be my imagination.

To know if there's any truth to them

the day after tomorrow I'm going to make myself look insane.

My behavior will be weird and strange.

I want people to think I'm crazy.

I want everyone to say "that girl's insane!"

Whatever happens

don't ever tell anyone this secret.

Now put your hands on top of mine.

I want you to swear once again.

My insanity secret will also stay between us.

Come on. Swear.

What the hell are you wearing? Is there a costume party?

Wait. Let me paint you like this.

Can you really paint my face?

Do you know what's inside my head, my brain?

See.

My clothes were what got your interest.

Is what we see and what we know the only reality?

We must explore the true things in life.

Everything has an exterior

and an interior.

I don't get what you said.

Try and see what you can't see.

Don't look in from the outside,

look out from the inside.

No.

This painting is not good.

You painted the visible.

Look at life, look at people again.

Rethink the truths you think you already know.

Re-explore the concepts you think are true.

Don't be afraid that your thought balance will break down.

The right balance

is the one that is newly formed.

How lovely they sleep.

How calm their conscience.

Aren't they human too?

One's a killer.

The other's treacherous.

I wonder if they dream about it?

I'm going to make their world a living hell.

Only a crazy person would do this.

And what's with the outfit?

Look.

This is a mirror.

Mirrors show the exterior of people.

But people also have interiors.

Too bad this mirror isn't magic.

You can't see your interiors!

You're glad, right?

Or are you afraid?

No. No. Don't be afraid.

A mirror that can show people's interiors hasn't been invented yet.

If such a mirror existed,

the world would be a very different place.

There's something else lying under these words.

Both good and evil are hidden on the inside.

Our skulls carry both angels and demons.

The body and the face are just a cover.

The soul is the core.

And inside that core,

there's murder, brutality and barbarism.

Would you want a mirror that shows

people's interiors to really exist? Hmm?

A broken mirror is bad luck.

Farewell.

I told you everything we talked about.

That's all she said.

I think Hamlet is mentally depressed.

And... what do you think?

This is downright insanity.

I hate to say this but

it's true that Hamlet is insane.

I think there's something bothering her.

She was saying some deep and weird words.

Her father's murder

and us getting married so soon is what made her like this.

No.

I don't agree with you.

There's some other meaning underneath her seemingly insane behavior.

Her words don't sound like an insane person's words.

Hamlet is so lonely here.

How about we write to some of her closest friends

and get them here without her knowing?

Maybe they'll console her.

Not a bad idea.

You go write those letters now.

I was thinking of Rezzan and Gul.

Get whoever you want.

I have an idea.

What if I spoke to Hamlet myself?

Maybe we can find out the reasons for her behavior.

No harm in trying.

How is our dear girl Hamlet doing today?

Every room has a door.

You enter a room through the door.

And you knock.

Come in.

Doyou recognize me, little lady?

How could I not?

You are a fishmonger.

You're mistaken.

I am not that kind of a person.

Then I hope you are as honest as a fishmonger.

Did you say honest?

Yes, sir.

In this day and age

an honest man is one in a million.

That's very true!

You have a son, right?

Yes. I do.

Tell your son never to go up to the sun.

Or else he'll get pale.

Do you know my son?

Yes! I do.

A beautiful boy.

Won't you digress from this weather?

I will but,

it'll be in my grave.

With your permission, I would like to leave.

You may leave.

Hamlet is hiding something under her behavior.

It's a safe but a weird syndrome of insanity.

I'm sure this will all be over when her friends arrive.

Even though this is insanity, there is logic behind it.

Her replies are often true.

Sometimes her mind seems healthy.

Shame.

You couldn't find anything out.

No. You're wrong.

I think I might know something.

Like what?

It's hard to explain.

But I must tell you anyway.

The real reason behind Hamlet's behavior is

something else entirely.

Your daughter is in love with my son.

Here's the proof.

I found this letter in Orhan's pocket.

Here. Read it.

Is this really the reason of her madness?

My dear Orhan,

You know I'm not good at writing letters.

Words can never express what I feel inside.

I love you more than anything.

Believe me. Don't forget me.

Yes, but this love isn't hopeless.

Why would it cause madness?

It's not what you think.

His brother and I

pressured Orhan to stay away from Hamlet.

Please change your mind. I like Orhan.

Tell your son to talk to my daughter.

That's what I think.

To be or not to be.

That is the question.

Should the mind suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune

or should it take arms against a sea of troubles?

Who would bear the oppressor's wrong,

the proud man's contumely,

the pangs of despised love,

the insolence of office and the spurns?

Who could bear?

To die or not to die.

I could stab myself in the heart

and save myself

instead of bearing all this.

It is the human conscience

that makes cowards of us all.

I loved you once.

And I believed it.

Shame.

You were deceived.

I never loved you.

I really was deceived.

Go! Go seclude yourself.

Why would you be a breeder of sinners?

It would be better if my mother had not given birth to me.

I am crawling between earth and heaven.

And what about my love for you?

Forget it! It doesn't exist!

If you get married, take a silly woman.

Wise women know well enough what monsters men make of them.

What dreams I had.

And all my dreams are ruined!

From now on, there's only one thing for me.

I can't thank you enough for coming right away.

Don't say that.

We like both you and Hamlet very much.

Thanks.

All our hopes are with you.

Only you can find out Hamlet's problem.

Does she know we're coming?

No, she doesn't.

I wrote the letters secretly.

You came by yourselves.

She mustn't know that we invited you.

Tell her you came because you felt like seeing her.

So, what's wrong with Hamlet?

Say it's either a physical or a psychological depression.

What we want from you is this:

Try to understand the real reason she's acting like this.

You two grew up with her.

Went to the same school.

Your circle of friends was the same.

A girl confides in her friends.

That's what we'll try this time.

- Hey. - Hi.

My dear friends.

What bad fortune has sent you to this prison?

Prison? I don't understand what you mean.

The world is a prison.

One with many confines,

wards,

and dungeons.

And this is the worst part of it.

Why do you hold yourself in this cell?

To make lies become truths.

But if you want, I can come out.

Of course we do.

And I'm out!

Hamlet, my beautiful sister!

You're the prettiest girl of all.

Now tell me.

Did you come by yourselves,

or did they call you?

We wanted to come.

They neither called us nor didn't.

Don't you dare lie to me.

Speak the truth.

That's what friends do.

Yes. They called us here.

To know the cause of my actions.

Right?

Kind of.

The uncle who's supposed to be my father

and the aunt who's supposed to be my mother are wrong.

Why are they wrong?

I'm insane but

sometimes I'm wise.

I'll tell you my secret

so that you don't bother trying to find out.

Lately, I've been feeling down.

I've lost my love of life.

I've got crazy thoughts in my brain.

Well, did you try distracting yourself with something?

After all, you did study theater.

Wait. I've got an idea.

What if we put on a play?

Let's call up a few actors and put on a play.

You'll be the director.

Not a bad idea.

And we'll have a show before the play.

It'll be a terrible laugh!

What great things you speak of!

You've done me a great deed.

Let's prepare immediately.

I want three improvisers.

One female.

Two male.

Remember when we went to that retired actors show?

Let's call up some of the actors we saw there.

Welcome artists!

Welcome friends!

Thanks for having us.

Finally we can work together.

I'm very happy to see you.

We're going to put on an incredible play here.

I trust you all.

Let's start rehearsing.

You understand?

I'll use the play as a trap.

I have to trap

the nonexistent conscience of that uncle of mine.

I don't understand. Can you explain what you're going to do?

I'll make these actors act out something similar to my dad's murder.

During the play, I'll keep an eye on that disgusting uncle of mine.

That cowardly prick will definitely give me some sort of sign.

Now I see.

You're really setting up a trap for your uncle.

Maybe it's all in my head.

My suspicions may be wrong.

I must turn my suspicions into reality.

That's right.

Throughout the whole play, I want you to look at my uncle too.

If he's the killer,

let's see when the murder he concealed makes him uncomfortable.

You're very smart. Mr. Asim will certainly expose himself.

I won't keep my eyes off him.

I trust you.

I think we'll succeed.

I'll make that dog with my father's blood on it

pay for his murder with more blood.

What is the purpose of theater?

To hold a mirror up to nature.

To show virtue her own feature, and scorn her own image.

Diverting the truth only pleases the ignorant.

Our performance will start off with a show.

And will end with a play.

I see my dear niece Hamlet is very well.

You've let go of all the dark thoughts.

Well. Are you happy?

I'm not too bad.

I'm eating air and drinking hope.

I don't understand your reply. I don't really get philosophy.

I don't get these words either.

But what shall we do?

We shall make spinach soup!

Let the show begin!

What a weird conundrum.

Neither the day ends nor the night.

Who do we tell our problem to?

Neither the doctor understands nor the teacher.

Some are at work.

Some don't have undies on their asses.

They have mouths, noses and ears, but they're all a different form.

Is this the way it goes?

Fleas will swallow up elephants.

To a house with seven people

three and a half portions of bread will be enough.

It's complicated, that's that.

The pencil writes very lively.

And what the hell does it write?

A bunch of nonsensical absurd words.

Some believe in the prophet.

Some equipped in chains and watches.

Some become clerks and write.

Some go begging on the streets.

Some hang swords on their sides.

Some go with the world's flow.

In the mornings, father's charity.

In the evenings, old lady's account.

Is this the way it goes?

Fleas will swallow up elephants.

To a house with seven people

three and a half portions of bread will be enough.

It's complicated, that's that.

The pencil writes very lively.

And what the hell does it write?

A bunch of nonsensical absurd words.

Is this the way it goes?

Fleas will swallow up elephants.

To a house with seven people

three and a half portions of bread will be enough.

It's complicated, that's that.

The pencil writes very lively.

And what the hell does it write?

A bunch of nonsensical absurd words.

A bunch of nonsensical absurd words.

A bunch of nonsensical absurd words.

Thank you. Thank you very much, my friends.

My honorable sir.

Have you ever been on stage before?

Are you talking to me?

Yes, I am.

I did some theater when I was in school.

They used to say I was a pretty good actor.

Which play was your favorite?

Julius Caesar!

I played Caesar and Brutus killed me.

Killing a fat cow like you is an atrocious act!

Now, the play.

The name of the play is "The Murder of Gonzago".

Another name is

"The Mouse Trap". Yes!

The Mouse Trap.

This play tells the story of a murder in Vienna.

The king's name Gonzago.

His wife is Baptista.

The murderer is the king's brother. His name is Lucianus.

You will see.

This is a cowardly tale,

but what difference does the plot make?

As long as my mother and my uncle's

and my consciences are at peace, this doesn't concern us.

Let the guilty wince.

We don't have any.

This is King Gonzago.

Yes, my love. The day we part is near.

I have no power to keep living my life.

But you with your fame and honor and fans,

will live long in this beautiful world.

Maybe you'll have a husband who loves you as much as I do.

Oh stop it! That's enough.

Such love will be treason in my heart.

Let me be cursed if I ever remarry.

Only the one who kills the first will wed the second.

So?

Nice, huh?

Look at that woman so loyal to her husband's love.

Look and take example.

Look at the kind of women that exist in this world.

Yes! Continue.

If a woman gets remarried, it is because of thrift and not because of love.

If my second husband kisses me in bed,

A second time I'll kill my husband dead.

This woman is an honorable woman.

It's a shame the devil took the form of her second husband.

Eve was also deceived by the devil.

But no matter what you say, this woman resists.

Continue, Gonzago.

Does love chase fate,

or fate love?

No one has solved this mystery.

The loved one first forgets the great dead man.

Believe that you will not remarry.

When your husband dies, your beliefs will change.

If I become a widow and remarry,

may God punish me forever in this world or the next.

How would you like it if she broke her promise?

You've made a big promise.

My love, let me be.

My head is getting heavier.

I want to sleep.

Sleep!

Let your beautiful head rest on sweet sleep.

Don't let evil eyes tear us apart.

Mother?

What do you think of the play?

The woman's promises seem a bit extreme.

Every promise is extreme.

Do you know the ending of the play?

I hope nothing bad happens.

No, no. Don't be afraid.

It's all a joke.

The killing is a joke.

There's no evil.

The play was called "Mouse Trap", right?

Yes, it was.

Now the killer is coming.

The killer is Lucianus.

The king's brother.

Now he will kill his own brother.

No, stop!

You can't hold a knife like that.

There are more professional killers here.

Let's ask them.

You coward!

Damn you!

You're killing your brother to take his wife and fortune.

Do it!

More! More!

Now you will see how the killer seduces the king's wife.

The ghost was right.

My father's killer is that snake uncle of mine.

My suspicions came true.

My instincts were right.

The theater really was a mirror.

The murderer saw himself there.

That murderer.

He relived the murder he commited.

I could drink his blood.

It's going to be dangerous from now on. We have to avoid him.

Don't you worry.

I hate him so much that

even my own corpse would kill him.

This girl's madness is out of control!

What she's doing is crazy!

No!

We can't let that psycho run loose.

I want to talk to Hamlet.

Alone and now.

What good will that do?

There's no choice but to put her in chains.

I'm her mother.

Despite everything, I will use my rights as a mother.

A mother can never be neutral.

Someone else should listen in.

I'll let you know.

Go. But all this is useless.

What do you say to this?

I'm helpless, troubled and hopeless.

I think we've lost Hamlet for good.

No good will come to you from that girl.

Even a monster is more kind hearted than her.

Stay away from Hamlet.

Or the evil flames inside her will burn you too.

I don't know what to say.

Excuse me.

What you did to your father was cruel.

And what you did to my father was cruel.

Enough with the weird replies. Talk to me straight up.

You tell me. What do you want from me?

I think you're forgetting who I am.

Oh please.

Of course I know who you are.

Your husband's brother's wife.

And the mother I wish you were not.

I can't even talk to you. I should have known.

Stop!

You can't go anywhere.

I'm going to hold up a mirror so you can see your inner face.

Don't rush it. Wait a while.

Are you going to kill me?

No.

Not you.

I'm going to kill the one that's supposed to be dead.

The most poisonous of all the snakes.

My god!

What have you done?

Shame.

I thought it was your husband.

Poor silly spy.

You've delayed my revenge.

Idiot that makes my anger numb.

Why did you die in place of someone else?

What insanity!

What a bloody game!

Not as bloody as

killing a brother and taking his wife.

Killing a brother?

Yes! That's what I said!

You shared your bed with a murderer.

This is all in your head! You think they're real.

You're a psychotic loony!

Your excessive sexual desire has blinded your mind.

You've become a victim to a desire

you feel for a worthless man.

Stop! That's enough!

Tell that pile of manure that I'm not crazy.

I told you my secret.

Run! Tell him the news!

This bloody deed has to be by the book.

I want you to leave because I'm concerned about your security.

You'll go to America with Rezzan and Gul.

You'll stay there for a while.

We'll cover this whole thing up.

When you come back, everything will be forgotten.

What if I don't want to go?

No!

This isn't up to you.

You are definitely going to America.

So you want me to leave for my own good?

I'm both your uncle and your father.

Your safety concerns me most of all.

Alright. I'll listen to you.

You'll leave right away.

Don't leave her alone.

She can't find out that you have a letter.

When you've delivered the letter, stay away from her.

You understand?

Yes, we do.

We'll do exactly as you wish.

I trust you.

There's 10 hours until the flight.

We'll be at the airport in 5 hours at this rate.

Then 5 more hours of waiting at the airport.

I got an idea.

Instead of waiting at the airport,

why don't we go swimming?

That's a great idea. You're a genius.

DON'T GO TOO FAR OUT

Let's take a walk on the beach!

You go! I'm going to rest for a while.

Dear Mr. Stampanato,

When you get this letter, kill the girl with the two who brought you this letter.

The girl's name is Hamlet.

I'll pay you back for your trouble when I come to America.

The two who are bringing the letter know what it says.

I'll be grateful if you gave them a little money.

Good luck. Sincerely, your friend, Kasim Evren.

Hamlet! Hamlet!

I came for my father's death,

I'm greeted with my brother's death.

My pain has doubled.

She killed my father and caused my brother's death.

They were both victims of a crazy psycho.

I feel your pain.

How will I get my revenge?!

Why did you send her away?

That damned creature must be killed!

I hate her as much as you do.

But she had to go.

Who knows? Maybe they'll kill her there.

No! I want to kill her with my own hands!

My dear uncle sent me away to die.

But I set a trap to counter his trap.

This concerns the two snakes who are my so-called friends.

It's time to settle with my uncle.

I have some bad news for you.

Say whatever you have to say, Halil.

I'm in such great pain that

no other pain would have any effect.

Orhan first went insane, then commited suicide.

His funeral is today.

Poor Orhan.

Our love was a dream.

Never lived, only a fantasy.

An emotion transparent like smoke.

Why did you call so late?

Don't you know? Hamlet is dangerous.

When did she leave you?

We've been walking for hours.

We could only call now.

Hamlet should be there by now.

Alright. You do what I said.

So the crazy bitch is back.

It's like she wants to die!

Whatever you want to do, do it now.

Or your anger might pass.

No!

Nothing can reduce my anger. Not even if all hell broke loose!

I'll get my revenge.

I'll shoot her in front of everyone!

Are you crazy? Is that necessary?

Hamlet should die like her father.

Secretly and suddenly.

I don't understand.

Fire is held with a pair of tongs.

One day a rifle fires a shot in the forest from far away

and Hamlet dies.

If you want, you can pull the trigger.

You're very smart.

Yes. I'll shoot Hamlet with a rifle from afar.

Then I'll get closer and watch her fight for her life.

If it were me, I'd shed tears at Hamlet's funeral and curse the killers.

Shovel and spade.

Shovel and spade.

Control your anger. Control yourself. Be patient. Be dignified.

Don't forget what I told you.

You caused his death.

You don't deserve to be here.

You also killed my father who lies here.

I respect your pain.

But don't forget that I'm also in pain.

Don't stain their clean souls with your dirty lies.

Why don't you bury yourself with him?

Do you have the courage to do that?

Go on! Bury me with him. Throw dirt on me!

What are you waiting for?

Throw dirt on me!

Bury me!

Bury bury bury bury bury bury!

Forgive me, Hamlet.

Your uncle planned this murder.

Poor Osman.

We are both dying.

But the real killer still lives.

I killed myself as I was trying to kill you.

Kill the man who made this happen.

Hamlet and Osman shot each other.

They're both wounded.

Hamlet's coming here now.

Oh my god. What has happened?

First you stained my mother's bed with your dirty sins.

Then you killed her.

That's fate for you.

You mistook the woman you loved for me and killed her.

Poor mom. Such a shame.

You caused all this.

At least don't lie on your last breath.

You're the source of all this evil.

But don't worry.

I won't kill you like you killed my father.

Pick up your rifle.

I won't shoot an unarmed man.

Run! Run through the forest!

What are you waiting for?!

Fin