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Welcome, my bey.

-Welcome, my bey. -Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

-Welcome, my bey. -Thank you.

Welcome, my bey. Welcome.

-Thank you, bell ringer. -Well, well, well, bell ringer.

When you ring the bell, we can hear it all the way from the tribe.

Thanks to our bey Ertuğrul, Turgut Bey.

If he hadn't restored the church and repaired the bell,

the Christian community would be suffering.

I did my duty, bell ringer. And you are doing yours.

Thank you, my bey.

Why don't you look at my face when you talk to me?

We were taught never to look at our masters' faces while talking.

Nobody is anybody's master.

Remember that.

May God protect you.

You're like a blessing to us.

Thank you.

And, Ertuğrul Bey...

Your son Osman...

Is he all right?

He demonstrated great bravery and saved the lives of a whole family.

Bell ringer, both Osman and the family are well.

How do you know about Osman's situation?

Everyone in Söğüt is sad to hear what happened.

May God punish whoever those bandits are.

What would they possibly want from a little child?

Ertuğrul Bey.

-What is it, Mikis? -I figured who the moneylenders are.

-Who? -Three merchants from the bazaar.

Men who benefit from our rule seek to bite the hand that feeds them.

Is that it?

You haven't seen the last of the people who live among you and violate your laws.

No, you haven't.

We've been to so many bazaars before coming here.

But we've never seen a bazaar so crowded and prosperous.

This one is very prosperous.

Is it always like this?

Yes, both in summer and winter. Merchants and people come from everywhere.

Is there a secret for this one being so crowded and prosperous

while the others are all deserted?

The only secret is...

the justice of Ertuğrul Bey. He makes sure everyone gets what they deserve.

May God protect him.

Very well.

You will pay this back in a month with interest.

Don't you...

What is in this pouch?

I asked you a question, merchant!

It's gold, my bey.

I borrowed from the moneylender.

I have had to borrow money and pay it back with interest.

How many merchants and villagers have you tricked by now?

We lend money to those in need so they can take care of their families.

We're just doing business, my bey.

What you are doing is not fair.

We've never forced anyone to borrow money. People come to us first!

So, you threw another punch to a person already on the ground?

This is not about us.

This is about the state in which you act as margrave.

Thanks to the taxes the Mongols demand,

trade is suffering. Don't you see, Ertuğrul Bey?

People can barely afford to buy goods or food anywhere.

Everyone is borrowing. We're doing everyone a favor here.

Are you doing them a favor by confiscating their property?

By taking away the animals that belong to the merchants and the poor?

Enough.

Enough, my bey. Don't hit me.

Now, tell me.

How did you acquire enough gold to act as a moneylender?

Stay out of this, Ertuğrul Bey.

You have no idea.

This thing leads all the way...

back to your tribe, to your tent.

My bey, allow me!

Everything is going as you planned, sir.

Ertuğrul will be disgraced in front of everyone.

This is just the beginning, Tara.

They will drown in their own blood.

I asked you a question.

Tell me who this man is.

He is...

your son.

Gündüz Alp.

Don't you know the men you do business with...

are moneylenders?

Father...

I gave them all the gold in my possession.

I did it because I wanted to trade and make more gold.

But I didn't know those men were moneylenders.

You gave your money to these bastards.

And these bastards lend them to merchants and villagers with interest rates.

Don't you know this kind of income is illicit?

Believe me, Father, I didn't know what those men were doing.

How, Gündüz?

How, Gündüz?

How could you accept an income without knowing if it's halal?

Father, I...

Don't call me Father.

Get out of my sight.

Gündüz is young, my bey.

He's in this position

because he didn't know what those bastards were doing.

That's right, my bey.

Gündüz has the heart of a lion.

He is a good man.

He wouldn't have done it if he had known.

My sons grew up learning about the various tricks used by our enemies.

Both Savcı and Osman know that a battlefield is not the only place...

where the enemy is liable to trick us.

How?

How can my son Gündüz not know that?

For ten years, I helped the people of Söğüt to prosper,

in spite of the of the Mongols' tyranny.

I have protected...

and looked after them.

I understand our enemy wants to conquer us from within.

But I can't accept my own son...

being embroiled in activity like this.

Those who act blindly will pay for their weakness.

Those three lenders won't be able to do business in the bazaar anymore.

We will make sure it doesn't happen again.

Have you come to your senses now, Artuk Bey?

From now on...

you all take better care of the bazaar.

As you order, my bey.

But this is not enough, Artuk Bey.

Find each and every one of the merchants and villagers

who've fallen into debt with those interest rates.

I will pay all their debts.

My bey, you already give away everything you have.

It's the price to pay for Gündüz's sin, Bamsı.

What do we have in this world anyway?

Our swords...

and our religion.

And...

the burial robe I keep under my bed.

Allah!

I will give away whatever I have.

Where is that boy going...

in such a bad mood ?

My bey.

We found the location, my bey,

but the bodies have been taken away.

So, those men weren't alone.

My bey, this situation is terrible. It's so unclear what's going on.

We are in the dark.

Then search for something to shed some light on this issue,

both in Söğüt and the Greek villages.

It will only cause more trouble if we don't resolve this issue soon.

As you order, my bey.

Father.

Father.

What's going on?

Give me some water, Nea.

The necklace I gifted to Nea...

Our lives depend on that necklace.

Don't you forget it, Evdokya.

-That necklace... -What are you saying, Father?

You're hiding something from us.

Who is Dragos? Where were they taking us?

-Tell me. -Stop asking questions.

Just do as I say.

Take good care of that necklace.

And don't tell anyone about it.

Bismillahirrahmanirrahim.

İlbilge Hatun, it smells so nice.

Good one.

Tell me, what kind of soup is this?

This is traditional in my tribe, Hafsa Hatun.

It's made for the sick and wounded as a remedy.

-Hopefully, it will also heal Osman. -Hopefully.

Here it is.

I see you are doing all you can for Osman. Treating him like your own son.

Of course.

Halime Hatun passed away right after she gave birth to Osman.

My Ertuğrul Bey has been taking care of his sons as their only parent.

Why hasn't Ertuğrul Bey got married after all these years?

Halime Hatun and Ertuğrul Bey had a love worthy of a fairy tale.

I suppose Ertuğrul Bey still longs for her

and can't bear to think of anyone else in the same way.

Ertuğrul Bey...

has been very busy with state affairs and his tribe,

and he used what little free time he had to take care of his sons.

He never thought of getting married again.

I believe he did a great job raising his children.

The soup is ready. I will take it to Osman if you allow me.

Come on, my children!

Well done, my daughter! Come on son, come on, Aybars!

Come on, Aybars! Nicely done!

Aslıhan, good one, my daughter! Come on, Son! Come on, Aybars!

Well done!

Come on, Aybars! Nice!

You should have a wrist as strong as a rock.

As strong as a rock! Also, pay attention to the moves.

-Why are you doing this again, Aybars? -Training is so boring, Sister.

Swords are not for me.

Well, well.

Look at this little guy.

Why doesn't the son of the Head Alp want to swordfight?

I always tell you this, Father!

You have the sword; I will have the pen!

Look at him talking! Listen to what he says.

Nobody is telling you to let go of the pen.

For God's sake, you have two hands, don't you?

Hold the pen in one hand, the sword in the other.

What is going on, Bamsı? You've made Aybars angry.

Oh, Aktemur. What am I supposed to do with this boy?

I can't keep up with his words.

"I don't want a sword, give me a pen," he says.

Don't push him so hard.

A homeland is conquered by the sword, but it's kept with the pen.

We need both.

Now, let Aybars do what he is inclined to do for now, huh?

You should pray for Aktemur.

Pray for him.

Or else I'd make you practice sword-fighting till the morning.

Go ahead, go in.

Come on.

Go in your tent.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Nicely done, my daughter.

Come on, let's get inside.

Go ahead.

-It's delicious, thank you. -You are welcome, Osman.

I boiled it with the bones of a black ram. It will give you strength.

My late mother used to cook this for me.

My mother passed away after she gave birth to me.

I've never seen her.

You have a good father.

And you have your brothers and your grandmother.

They all love you.

And your father, of course.

Excuse me.

-Father. -Son.

İlbilge Hatun has kindly cooked me a soup with bones of a black ram.

You didn't have to, İlbilge Hatun.

You're taking a good care of Osman.

I just want him to be healed as soon as possible.

Otherwise I can't rest peacefully.

I wanted to cook soup for him with my own hands.

Father, Lady İlbilge's mother used to cook this soup for her.

And now, she cooked for me.

You have my word.

Once I'm totally healed, I will go hunt something for you, İlbilge Hatun.

Brother Savcı, Brother Gündüz.

Thank God you are okay, Brother. You scared us.

My lion.

My Crazy Osman.

You told us you were going to hunt birds, and you went out hunting people instead.

It happened so fast, Brother. I couldn't turn a blind eye.

Look, my lion. We accept you with your bravery and craziness.

But you are not alone, Osman.

We are three brothers; three parts of the same heart.

When one brother is in pain, the others feel it too.

Next time you see something like that, you let us know.

If we are to stand against the bandits, we must do it together.

If we are to die, we do it together, Brother.

Yes, Brother.

Let's go to the celebration all together.

Father will happy to see us.

What is it, Brother?

Is there something wrong?

You go with Savcı, Brother.

-I won't be attending. -Why?

You are the eldest. How can you not attend?

I made a big mistake, my Osman.

Father is very angry at me.

I must stay out of his sight for a while.

What could you possibly do to make Father so angry with you?

How can you not even want him to see you?

Don't worry about it.

Do as I say. Go with your Brother Savcı.

I just came here to see you.

You are well...

and there is no greater celebration for me.

Brother, I made Father so angry in the past.

But he is so merciful towards all of us.

He will forgive you. Keep your chin up.

I know, Brother. I know.

All right.

I should go.

My Holy Knights who have devoted their lives to our Holy cause.

Our goal is to water Anatolia with Turkish blood and take these lands back.

I swear on our swords and our lives.

Only to die and to kill!

To die and to kill! Commander Dragos until death!

Lais.

Tara.

Karabela.

The most important tasks here belong to you three.

Lais.

Right hand of the governor of Lefke.

You're the mole we placed close to the governor.

When the time is right, you will get rid of the governor and replace him.

Commander Dragos until death!

Tara, you are a tough spy.

You've been serving to our holy cause disguised as a merchant for years.

You will be our most important man while taking Söğüt from the Turks.

Commander Dragos until death!

Karabela.

The bloody knight who kills enemies wherever he goes.

You will lead the knights when we raid the Turks.

You will bring death to wherever you are directed.

Commander Dragos until death!

We are everywhere.

Some of us are sextons, merchants, soldiers.

We are everywhere, but nobody knows us.

No one can rule over us but ourselves.

If it aids our holy cause, we can even disregard the emperor himself!

Knights! Our war with the Turks has begun.

And there are two things to do.

To die and to kill!

To die and to kill! Commander Dragos until death!

Commander Dragos until death!

So, poet.

They say poets have strong words.

I endured all the torments

On the back of a horse I went over mountains

Came across with a wolf

It said greetings

May Allah help the Turks

It said greetings

May Allah help the Turks

Roads became my companion

Tongues spoke to me

May the Turks never die

May the enemies crumble

May Allah help the Turks

May the Turks never die

May Allah help the Turks

I met with wolves

Wandered the Altai Mountains

Found my homeland

It said greetings

May Allah help the Turks

It said greetings

May Allah help the Turks

Roads became my companion

Tongues spoke to me

May the Turks never die

May the enemies crumble

May Allah help the Turks

May the Turks never die

May Allah help the Turks

As I wander in Turkish lands

I remembered Bilge Kağan

I saw my Oğuz ancestors

They said greetings

May Allah help the Turks

They said greetings

May Allah help the Turks

Roads became my companion

Tongues spoke to me

May the Turks never die

May the enemies crumble

May Allah help the Turks

May the Turks never die

May Allah help the Turks

May the Turks never die

May Allah help the Turks

Well said, poet. Thank you.

Thank you, my bey.

Stop! Who are you?

The commander of the Mongol patrol soldiers.

-My bey. -What is wrong, Melikşah?

The Mongols.

Subtitle translation by Ediz Faruk Gulfirat