Dehset Bey (2025)

[bunniefuu]

Few people in Trkiye knew this concept.

It surfaced thanks to your book.

And it got a lot of attention.

Meanwhile, let's show the book.

Moreover, its name is foreign:

Vigilantism.

Your book is a bestseller.

How do you explain this?

Honestly, I don't know.

I've written seventeen books,

none sold properly.

I don't get why there's so much

interest in Vigilantism?

Perhaps we were wrong.

Our people want to understand

some matters in depth.

The book is still very new.

It hit number one in 6-7 weeks.

Some viewers may be unfamiliar.

Briefly explain: what is vigilantism?

Vigilantism is the act where

a group without legal authority

uses ill*gal methods to enforce justice.

Vigilant means lawless in English.

In Latin, it means being alert.

In Spanish, 'vigilante' means guard

on watch duty.

My life will end loving you, Abide.

May I have another one, please?

Do I know you from somewhere?

Yes, from here.

You come here every day.

The regular's familiarity.

No, not from here.

From somewhere else.

Would you happen be a doctor or

a journalist?

No, ma'am.

I'm not a doctor.

Definitely not a journalist.

Thank goodness.

Sorry, I must be mistaken.

Sorry to bother you.

What's going on, Dehet?

How do you know her?

How would I know any woman?

Technically impossible.

Before or after prison?

Don't play games with me.

I can tell when someone's eyes

are filled with love.

Love?

Can't climb the skirts of love,

mounted with the burden of blood.

What you call love

is a curse come true.

God forbid.

Here you go.

Before.

What?

I knew her before prison.

Scoundrel.

Chief.

What?

I suppose love at first sight exists.

You mean sudden death?

What do you mean, sudden death?

Like not realizing you're dead.

They k*ll cattle in one bolt,

stun them, keeping meet tender.

That's what dying like cattle means.

I would never want that.

I'd feel degraded.

Because I want to be aware.

Chief, you're odd.

That guy who just left.

With the maroon jacket,

he comes here often.

Good thing you're aware of that.

If you can't control your face,

your eyes,

you'll end up having to meet him.

But the problem is

you wouldn't be aware of that.

Who is he exactly?

Sudden death.

Who are you looking for, bro?

You deaf? Who are you looking for?

We'll get acquainted soon

you pack of Do-Dea's.

Do-Dea?

What the hell is that?

- A double-dealer.

- Whoa

take it easy, scoundrel!

Take another step and

I'll make you famous.

Tell me, who the hell are you?

I am here to see his highness,

Kudret Karadag.

Get out!

- Get out.

- What's going on?

Who the hell are you?

- Is that Dehet?

- Yes, boss, that's him.

What are you waiting for?

Take that maniac down!

You may call this a "battle."

I call it a "racket."

Dehet,

I'll pay twice

what Alparslan pays you.

We can make a deal.

Just tell me what you want.

Most murders are a k*ller's first act.

I'm in the minority.

Dehet, just name it.

We'll do it your way.

Let's immortalize this moment.

The condition of humanity is a w*r

of all against all.

A w*r where everyone is the enemy.

You may only trust your own strength

and your own weapons.

Unless you subdue them,

people won't respect you.

We're all on someone's blacklist.

All the good we do

only serves to sustain evil.

Our existence is lacking,

harsh, and brief.

We're all going to die

and we're helplessly afraid.

You may call this madness,

I call it reality.

Moreover, these are not my ideas.

Ideas of 17th-century English thinker

Thomas Hobbes.

I merely agree with him.

And you will agree with me.

Not every change from past to present

is an improvement.

Understand this well.

Some things move forward, get better.

Some things worsen,

regress.

Some things disappear as well.

For example, phones advanced.

Architecture regressed.

Forests vanished.

What else has disappeared?

Homesickness.

Who sings the song of longing?

Anyone feeling its burn? No.

What else has disappeared?

The horse.

Who has a horse?

No one.

What else has disappeared?

Love.

Is anyone like Bamsi Beyrek left?

Imprisoned for 16 years

dreaming for his lover?

No.

In this era, which woman

would wait for 16 years? None.

That woman exists only in the legends.

In Dede Korkut's tales.

She wouldn't wait sixteen days or weeks,

let alone sixteen years.

Why am I telling you all this?

In the end, we'll have to k*ll

a lot of men.

This is the home of the Braves.

Not the gathering grounds of bards.

We are the Braves, gentlemen.

We are warriors.

We're on duty for life.

We fight day and night with

drug traffickers, corruptors,

with human traffickers,

those attacking national values,

with all kinds of scoundrels.

And yet, this man insists,

"I am in love, I'll get married."

Are you a warrior or a sweetie?

Are you a cutie or a love spark?

Forty years ago, love lasted three years.

Then it shortened to eighteen months,

like military service.

In the 2000s: six months, three months,

45 days, now one night or a week.

Boss.

You're right, love and all.

We already

know that.

You know, Bekir,

yet some are still off their mark.

He'll definitely marry.

Are you g*y, is that why?

What will happen once you marry?

In 1.5 years you'll have nothing left

to talk about with your wife.

Here, you fight and die for the country.

You risk your life for the state.

You live alone like a mountain lion,

a golden eagle, a steppe wolf.

No lover, no family,

no children either.

Dad, do mountain lions really live alone?

How should I know?

It was figurative speech.

Stay on topic.

- Our subject is wives and guys.

- Don't make me f*ck them both!

In the age of Tinder, polyamory,

one-night stands-don't speak of love.

What is polymory?

"Polyamory."

Never heard of it?

- No, I haven't.

- Multiple lovers.

In layman's terms,

everyone f*cking everyone!

The new name of sleaziness.

Original form of bumpkinry.

Boss. Where is Batur?

I was just getting to that.

Brother Batur fell in love,

and will start a brand-new life.

In a pink-shuttered house,

they will live happily ever after.

Batur will become a family man,

and will raise children.

As he's a romantic sadist. An emotional

hitman. Erol Evgin of the braves.

Well, our job is to congratulate him,

of course.

- One day we'll move to a better place.

- But it's fine if we don't.

If anything happens to you,

I can't go on.

Nothing will happen to me.

Okay?

But if something happens to me

- you know very well where to go.

- I won't go anywhere.

Nothing will happen to you either,

enough.

Batur

I'll be in the shower.

Nejat Kanije.

So, you really believed it,

Batur?

Believe what?

That you could escape.

Actually you don't

you just want to.

We're in the middle of nowhere.

Where the bears play.

- That's odd, I've never heard that.

- How come?

- That's the boss's line.

- Uh-huh.

Nejat...

don't you dare touch Meltem.

Meltem doesn't know anything anyway.

Do you remember when at the dorm we used

to haul bricks to the brick kiln.

To earn our daily wage,

we'd carry a thousand bricks

Batur!

Batur are you all right?

Batur answer me! Are you okay?

Long story short,

our brother Batur is now excommunicated.

The other day...

Talking about the match?

I had work, couldn't come.

Don't interrupt me, you son of a b*tch!

Wanna have fun guys?

My eyes were already fixed on you, minx.

He talks funny,

but his tongue works wonders.

Indeed.

Stutterers don't stutter

when singing.

Safir.

I'm giving you

a new assignment.

You will call the targets and talk.

You'll intimidate them,

and they'll panic and reveal positions.

- You can handle this, right?

- What exactly will I tell them?

- No, I mean, I-

- Get yourself together, Safir Forsa.

Because you're stupid doesn't mean

you can act stupid! Act like a Brave.

Come here.

Sit down, all right.

Bekir.

What's the matter, boss?

I don't like Dehet's mood.

He looks withdrawn, all buttoned up.

Dehet

may be a maniac,

but he is a brave man.

He's solid.

That's true.

But he's changed a lot

since prison.

That's how it is,

surgery and prison change people.

No, Dehet hasn't changed.

Dehet is very-

Come on, Bekir,

stop stuttering! This is no fun.

"Harun Hrriyet on Vigilantism."

Vigilantism

is when a group without authority

uses ill*gal means to enforce justice.

There are three elements in vigilantism.

One: It's extralegal.

Two: action.

Three: crime.

Vigilantes seek justice

yet commit crime in doing so?

Yes, exactly so.

Because they lack authority.

Vigilantes' sense of justice

violates the social contract.

- You're against vigilantism.

- Of course I am.

Trkiye is very prone to vigilantism.

Who's that?

'The wolf of seven hills'

asked about you.

The boss sends his regards.

Treat Dehet like there is no tomorrow,

he said.

What did you say?

I said, "I'm honored."

Good answer.

The events of Sept 6-7, Sivas m*ssacre,

the assaults on immigrants, staged kills.

It's definitely not insignificant.

Vigilantism is obvious

in our mindset and discourse.

This is very clear.

Enjoy your meal.

Here you go, Mezza.

Stop.

Enjoy.

She loves it!

Hello, yes?

You'll die

filthy b*stard.

We'll burn your books

and throw you into that fire.

You are committing a crime brother.

I'm saying we're going to k*ll you.

You yapping on about crime,

you crazy?

I'm talking about the threat.

Under Art. 106, Turkish Penal Code,

you face six months to two years' prison.

You'd regret it.

Hello?

No.

Don't bother, she's not here yet.

What? I didn't catch that.

The girl-she's on duty today.

Why would I?

What's it to me?

Dehet.

You're playing with fire, dear.

Because of a girl?

Not because of a girl.

Because of that girl.

I play tag with the Grim Reaper,

you tell me not to look-you're strange.

Batur was a mountain of a man.

Overnight, he disappeared into thin air.

Don't worry about me, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

She's too beautiful, too good.

Don't you think she's too beautiful?

Author Harun Hrriyet

The signature will go on

your death report.

Whacking older people

feels like real cleaning.

You may call this m*rder.

I call it hygiene.

- May I have one more?

- Of course.

You've been frequenting lately.

My father lives nearby,

I'm visiting him.

You seem uncomfortable.

Not at all.

- Each customer is a blessing.

- Thank you.

I mean, for the beer.

That gentleman at the bar

was stuttering.

Is he one of the owners?

No.

A regular, just like you.

Why did you ask?

Just because.

- Thanks.

- Enjoy.

Thank you.

Hello.

I want to apologize

to you for the other day.

I both tried to talk to you

and avoided the chat.

That was rude.

Not at all, I really don't think

an apology is necessary

Rest assured,

you did nothing wrong.

You don't stutter.

I actually stuttered as a child,

it was gone by seven.

Severe emotional trauma in children

can cause stuttering.

Sorry.

It was foolish.

Why did you act like a stutterer then?

So I was the real fool, I guess.

Let's start over.

I'm Abide.

Dehet.

Dehet.

What an interesting name

you have.

Yes, the name Dehet

is quite rare.

- Shall we sit?

- Let's sit.

I had never heard this

name before.

Perhaps forty people in Turkey

bear this name.

And it's mostly given

to girls.

- Really?

- Yes.

Your name is quite

interesting, too.

- And beautiful.

- Thank you.

What is your occupation?

Construction machinery.

Excavator, grader, bulldozer.

Interesting.

Manufacturer or distributor?

No, I'm an operator.

I operate various kinds

of construction machinery.

You're serious.

Yes.

If you don't get me wrong

you're very strange.

My psychiatrist says so, too.

Do you go to therapy?

Yes, I attend anger-control therapy

and karate classes.

And you?

No, I don't attend karate classes.

I'm a doctor.

I'm an emergency doctor.

So you save lives.

You rescue people from the Angel of Death.

A noble profession-congratulations.

You could say that, thank you.

Is the hospital you work at

near here?

Not far, in Baltaliman.

My father's house is close,

I'm meeting him.

Since conditions are ripening

you want to introduce me to your father,

I guess.

He's a very good man with one flaw:

he still thinks I'm a child.

By the way, if you don't hang out with us,

I won't be offended.

Oh no, not at all.

Here he is.

My beautiful daughter.

Daddy, Mr. Dehet.

My father, Harun Hrriyet.

- Mr. Dehet?

- Yes.

Nice to meet you.

Same here.

Welcome.

My father is a writer.

His new book is out.

My writing is nonsense.

Don't mind her Mr. Dehet.

I had a hit on my way out.

Luck of the draw as they say. Abides

just looking for a reason to be proud.

Of course I'd be proud, Dad.

Let me tell you this.

Old folks should side with the young.

So we should truly be proud of you.

This life belongs to you.

I checked in, now I'm checking out.

I'm already seventy years old.

I've read Vigilantism.

- Really?

- Of course.

Look, Dad, you have a reader here.

Thank you.

Okay, okay-no need to go overboard.

Writing about lawlessness and banditry

caused quite a stir.

He calls it a stir.

Vigilantism is a great book, Dad.

Isn't it, Mr. Dehet, what do you think?

I agree, your delivery is very smooth.

You are a skillful writer.

Thank you dear friend.

For people to grasp the importance

and value of a democratic rule of law

what lawlessness, strife, and tribalism

really mean, they must understand.

That's why I wanted to

write about vigilantism.

Vigilantism is still a big problem.

Even official authorities

don't take law seriously enough.

Lawless groups-mafias and gangs,

see themselves as guardians of the state.

No developed country's mafia

sees itself as part of the state.

Trkiye's vast majority is poor,

as it was in Ottoman times.

Poverty means fear.

Anger and crime mean

distrust and primitiveness.

It's inevitable that such a mass

becomes vigilante.

People lack economic

independence, once and for all.

A hungry person cannot be democratic.

And one must ask:

Does the mafia see itself as state,

or does the state wear a mafia guise?

Where law and morals are weak,

no political solutions can arise.

Are you a social scientist?

No, I'm a worker.

Ah, perfect. You're exactly the worker

Karl Marx envisioned.

Yes.

I must k*ll the father

of the woman I shouldn't love.

You may call it contradiction,

I call it a curse.

- That's how I avoid cl*max.

- You're an animal.

Even as a respected historian, I'm

first and foremost a mammalian.

- Mammalian?

- Easy.

Actually, I am the mammalian.

That's certainly true.

- I have great respect for your breasts.

- Thank you.

But what about your stubbornness?

You'll manage.

You may call this coincidence.

I call it coincidence too,

what else can I call it?

Was he praying?

Has godless Harun found faith?

"The Wolf of Seven Hills"

God knows about that,

but that's what I saw.

And you didn't find the heart to do it.

What else could I do?

sh**t the praying man like Ali's K*llers?

I couldn't do it.

There is something fishy here.

He'd made ablution and prayed.

I saw wet footprints to the prayer rug.

Look, Dehet, Harun Hrriyet's name

has already been crossed.

There's no turning back.

If not today, tomorrow you'll finish him.

I can't do it.

- What do you mean I can't?

- He is not a traitor.

He has faith.

I'm telling you, I saw it myself.

The man wrote a book called Vigilantism.

He is the ultimate traitor.

They're all traitors to the homeland.

They have no notion of Raison d'Etat.

Harun Hrriyet will be finished.

End of story.

- I don't understand.

- That's not our job.

We are the Braves;

Braves don't solve equations.

Do you perform your daily prayers?

- No.

- I don't either. That's separate.

Dehet,

you're like my own child

but don't act so spoiled.

I have complete trust in you.

Okay, don't rush.

Rest for a few days.

Then k*ll that worthless writer.

That unstable, no-account hack.

I bought your book for my daughter.

She lives abroad.

She insisted for an autograph.

I will read it too, I'm very curious.

Thank you so much.

I'm so happy to hear it.

- Send my regards to her.

- Of course.

- Would you like chocolate?

- Thanks, I avoid sugar.

Oh, look who's here.

- Welcome, Dehet, it's an honour.

- Thanks.

You read the book and came to its signing.

How kind of you.

I didn't know

gentlemen like you still existed.

My pleasure; I wanted to see you

in your own setting.

You made me so happy;

I'm truly delighted.

What was your surname?

- Engiz.

- Very nice.

To dear friend Dehet Engiz,

with all my love, Harun Hrriyet.

Thank you so much,

thank you.

May I ask you something?

What do you think about faith?

- By faith, you mean?

- Meaning belief, religious faith.

I have no thoughts on that.

I have nothing to do with religion.

I don't know about it at all.

That was a pointless question-sorry.

Call it reader curiosity.

No way, of course not.

Talking with you is always a pleasure.

That pleasure is mine.

I won't keep you-goodbye.

- Mr. Harun, your book is magnificent.

- Thank you so much.

What a coincidence.

Love likes coincidences,

but I do not.

You can't, Dehet.

You can't talk, approach, or love.

Otherwise you'll die,

your lover too.

The world will be your graves.

- Mr. Dehet.

- Hello.

Lovely surprise-my father

will be happy to see you.

I already had it signed.

You attend signings beside your dad,

lovely.

No, I have to be at work. I brought pills.

He has a minor heart problem.

I too have a minor heart issue.

- Get well soon.

- Thank you.

See you then.

Tuesday is my father's birthday.

We'll celebrate at my home.

Come by if you'd like.

Tuesday?

I have work that day,

please forgive me.

Maybe your schedule will change.

I'll send you the location.

- See you soon.

- Goodbye.

You may call this a mistake.

I say "to err is human."

You love weapons, Seluk.

That's for sure.

You are as handsome as a Hollywood star.

How come you don't have a girlfriend.

Stop mocking me, man.

I did fool around of course.

But I'm not into all that love stuff.

Fooled around?

Come on, for heaven's sake.

I'm not against being a playboy,

but can one live without love?

- Do you know Yunus Emre's words?

- What does he say?

Don't give advice to the loveless.

They never heed it.

A loveless person is an animal.

Animals don't heed advice.

Are you calling me an animal, you b*stard?

No, man-Yunus Emre said it.

Well, well.

What does Ak Veysel say?

Says what?

He says, "The lover is greedy."

The lover is fooling himself

and his so-called lover.

Crybabies who make false promises.

Ak Veysel would never say that.

Or you've misunderstood him.

Wise-a*s.

Empty heart is a heavy burden,

difficult to carry.

Has your heart never trembled?

Have you ever listened to Neet Erta?

What does that have to do

with Neet Erta?

Have you listened to Neet Erta as much

as I did?

Here, my favorite song by the old man.

Seluk, hey, we're on duty.

Shush, we're on duty.

Sit down.

Seluk!

Seluk!

- Welcome, Mr. Dehet.

- Happy to be here.

I'm glad you could come,

please, come in.

No need to take off your shoes.

Come in.

Dad, look, Mr. Dehet has arrived.

Let me introduce Mr. Dehet,

our friend.

- Welcome.

- Hello everybody.

Great to have you here, Dehet.

- Welcome.

- Hello

You arrived just in time,

we were just serving cake.

Really? This is for you.

Oh, why did you bother, dear friend.

No need to gift an old man like me.

- Not at all.

- Well, Abide arranged this.

Honestly, I had no idea.

Wow, it's so beautiful,

truly beautiful.

Unbelievable, Mezza broke my glasses.

I needed a new pair. This is spot on.

Mezza is my cat by the way.

So you needed glasses, Mr. Harun?

Today's my birthday-now is not the time.

Let me see.

Oh, it suits you so well.

Wonderful, wonderful.

How did you know my lens index?

Honestly, Dehet-this is unbelievable.

- Enjoy.

- Let me see.

You look wonderful.

This couldn't be a better gift,

I've been urging him to replace them.

- I hope this wasn't rude?

- Not at all-thank you.

- If it pleases you too, great.

- Welcome-cheers.

I'm afraid to ask

in case it's rude.

About what?

I hope your mother has not passed away.

You never mentioned her.

My parents divorced when I was 14.

I stayed with dad. She went to Canada.

Remarried.

- Sorry for bringing up a heavy topic.

- No problem at all.

Apparently you wouldn't want to

mention her.

It's not a problem for me.

My father getting arrested frequently,

getting kicked out of university,

financial woes and more

must have worn her out.

Your father is quite the character.

- I mean, a man in a class of his own.

- Indeed.

We used to hardly get along.

But we've both grown up now.

He was a leftist thought leader,

and also an anarchist

It says so in the bio

on the back-cover of the book.

- He was.

- Yes.

He was involved in a lot of organizations

and anarchist actions.

You can still sense that fire in him.

- Isn't that right?

- Yes.

Idealist men are more passionate.

They seldom hold another faith,

from what I've seen.

My father is quite spiritually rich.

Well

He wouldn't belong to certain religion,

right?

My father is Malamati.

Malamati?

He keeps his faith a secret.

I don't know if he prays regularly,

but there's a prayer rug in his bedroom.

He wants no intermediaries

between him and God.

I have heard of Malamatis.

A sect born in the 700s in Khorasan

under the Sasanids.

A philosophy akin to modern

secularism.

Malamatis hold that no one

should scorn another's faith.

They don't mind being deemed faithless

they even see that as a good outcome.

If he knew I told you, he would be upset

Your secret is safe with me,

don't worry.

Well, popular people

get gossiped about.

Mr. Harun should not have

attracted so much attention then.

Glad you came.

The wine is excellent.

I'm so glad you like it.

I've been working on this for three days.

You don't seem to like talking

about yourself, I guess.

I don't have much of a story

to tell.

Just tell me what you can.

I'm on the construction site

all day.

In my free time, I

truly love reading books.

I have a house left from my family.

I have books.

Those are all my assets.

Oh, and I have a car.

All day long

I operate heavy machinery.

Isn't it hard to operate those machines?

People think so, but

it's not that hard.

So there are two joysticks,

one on each side

and dual pedals,

you can operate easily with those.

But the most important

is the tilt-rotator.

It is the system that

rotates the bucket a full 360.

A lifesaver if you will.

Of course, there are countless

types of heavy equipment.

The stump grinder, torque clutch,

earth drill.

The magnet, crusher, and more-

each requiring its own permit.

The more you use the better you get.

And safety is paramount.

About the large excavators and heavy ones,

people think

it is riskier

but operators are actually safer.

As the operator is stable,

even if it tips you won't get hurt.

Contrary to belief, small excavators

working in narrow spaces have more risk.

It can get very troublesome because

it can tip over, and if unmaintained:

when hydraulics fail, bucket crashes.

In the case of a total collapse

It would have dire consequences

and you might bear the blame.

Yes.

What I mean to say is

it's not that difficult.

Actually, what I'm trying

to say is...

What?

I'm not someone worthy

of your attention.

Oh, really?

Why is that?

I mean, you're a doctor,

and I...

I'm just an ordinary operator

who uses heavy machinery.

It feels like you're

wasting your time with me.

It seems so.

This has become a

Turkish movie.

You struggle seeing me through

a filter of prejudice,

as someone bound by certain

frameworks and biases.

But

I see you...

as quite cultured and

polite person.

I'm sure you're aware

of this.

But if you regard me as

as such a shallow person,

there's not much I can say.

Not at all,

heavens no.

Not at all,

that never crossed my mind.

No way.

Come in.

No need to take off your shoes.

Your house is beautiful.

Thank you.

May I take your coat?

Thank you.

Mezza's little version.

- What's his name?

- Seluk.

Seluk.

Mr. Seluk.

- Coffee?

- Sure.

You have so many books.

I'm a fool who loves

to read.

But you haven't

organized them.

I think sorting them by the publishers

would be best.

No, actually

it's organized.

- Organized?

- Uh-huh.

Honestly, I see no

order here.

I mean, by organized,

I know where things are,

in that sense.

- You do?

- Yes.

Okay.

So, where is Neyzen Tevfik's

"The Holy Torment?"

Right next to you,

the first book on the top shelf.

Okay, that was

an easy one.

"Salt on the Wound" by Attil lhan?

Enjoy.

That one's right there,

just beside the green book.

You can't know where

all these books are.

Strange, yes,

but I know.

It's my own home, so

I probably do.

This time I'll ask a harder one.

Sure.

Don't come.

Halid Ziya Uaklgil's

"The Forbidden Love?"

There's a box on the shelf

above the TV,

four rows down, the fifth book.

This is the most impressive thing

I've ever seen, Dehet.

- Hi, Safir Forsa.

- Welcome, Dad.

How's work?

Fine, just as always.

Everything's fine.

We're working.

What's up with Dehet?

He hasn't come by for days.

I thought he was

on a mission.

So he hasn't

shown up at work.

- Dad?

- Hmm.

I could follow Dehet, if you'd like.

I'll report to you.

Don't be absurd.

He'd spot you immediately

and k*ll you.

- That's Dehet.

- Dad, um...

Stop talking nonsense,

don't rile me up, Safir Forsa!

Who are you to tail Dehet?!

He hasn't come to work for days,

and you don't even notice!

Look at yourself,

you can barely stand up!

- But I...

- Just handle the phone job properly!

And stick around here,

don't bite off more than you can chew.

Okay, dad.

What's up?

What's happening, Dehet?

Are you drowning in a stream

after crossing an ocean?

- No, boss. Why?

- So?

You'll take down a frail old man,

and that'll settle it.

You've never defied an order

until today.

What is it?

Why this change in you?

Nothing-absolutely nothing.

How come you still haven't whacked

that hack?

I can't k*ll that man, boss.

By God,

you used to show no mercy.

I don't, that's true.

You've changed.

You've changed so much.

H. Hesse says that society resents

those who reject its standards of worth.

Is that so?

Okay, I'm not mad at you.

You're only human.

Sometimes my spirit grows dark,

and I grow overwhelmed.

My spirit does not darken, chief.

I will not k*ll Harun Hrriyet.

Alright, very well.

We'll find another way.

Hello.

Rakim, where are you?

Come down here.

Don't you worry, Dehet

Rakim will handle the job.

You can take a time-off

to clear your mind.

Chief, you've misunderstood.

When I said I wouldn't k*ll,

I meant I won't let him die-

in that sense.

Dehet.

Pull yourself together.

We cannot question

the Raison d'Etat.

Get your act together.

The wind blows.

Birds fly.

Harun Hurriyet will be whacked

this week.

I doubt it, chief.

Dehet!

You're opening a can of worms my lion!

You said you won't k*ll him.

We said okay!

Now you're saying

you won't have him k*lled!

This is where we trade lives, son.

Here, people are bought and sold

by weight.

Until now, you named targets,

and we brought bodies back, chief.

So my word counts for nothing now?

Is your brain oxygen-deprived?

You're acting like a fool on a rant.

Don't test my patience, Dehet!

I will crush you,

I will pull no punches!

You haven't seen the half of it!

I'll bury you in a rock!

I said what I needed to.

Oh.

Is that a threat?

No.

This is an oath.

I'm here, chief.

Dehet, how are you, brother?

Come over, Rakim.

You must have memorized a poem.

No.

No.

I saw so many poetry books

in your house.

I love poetry.

I did try writing,

but I couldn't do it.

Recite one for me.

No way.

No way.

Let's say I did,

what happens then?

I think the weather is perfect

for poetry.

Aysel, go away,

I'm not for you.

I sense my death will come

all of a sudden.

I'm bad, somewhat dark.

I'm ugly.

Aysel, go away-

I don't want you.

The moment I'm happy,

you get sad.

You've never heard

the autumn's rustle.

No ship has sailed from inside

to distant lonely harbors.

I'm an odd traveler,

and the world is vast.

A great echo is ringing.

My intricate inner journey

has become certain.

Don't you think otherwise.

Aysel, go away,

I'm not for you.

I sense my death will come

all of a sudden.

I'm bad, somewhat dark.

I'm ugly.

Aysel, go away

I love you.

You recited it with so much feeling.

An Atilla Ilhan poem.

Just replace Aysel with Abide.

I won't let go of you

Look at Dehset.

Rakim.

Dehet.

- Salam-Alaikum

- Alaikum Assalam

What's the matter?

Did you come to help?

No, I'm here to stop you.

You must be joking.

I'm quite serious.

Look, let me finish this.

Then we can eat beans

together, okay?

What's your problem, Dehet?

I told you, you aren't doing this.

How?

Has the code of honor been abolished?

No, no, that's not the issue.

Then what?

I don't want you to.

But brother

that's not how this works.

It can.

Forget the orders now

and the mission too.

Go home.

No, brother.

Then we'll be expelled.

Rakim.

Don't push me, brother.

Let me do my job.

If I say stop, you stop damn it

now go home.

Don't push me man.

What kind of Brave are you?

KRDUMAN TOBACCO PLANT.

Who are you?

Come, Bekir.

Don't interrupt me, you son of a b*tch.

So, because I loved a woman,

and I didn't k*ll

a faithful old man, I'm guilty?

Yes.

Do you think a meaningful life means

only obeying the chief's orders?

To live honorably,

you must question things too.

Walking with shrouds in our pockets,

we may have turned into zombies.

What are you talking about?

Zombies, have you gone mad?

I don't know, maybe I've gone mad.

I rode the devil's horse,

galloping straight to hell.

Tell me, do you have money?

Yeah.

Yes, of course I do.

Reputation?

Yes.

Girls?

What are you saying, man?

What's up with the girls?

You sleep with any girl you want.

Well, you could say that.

So?

Are you looking for trouble?

- You're spoiling the mood?

- What do I do? You tell me.

Forget the girl.

Don't you dare.

Let go.

Forget who you loved.

Forget whom you've k*lled,

forget yourself.

Alright, Bekir, I'll do that.

Dehet, you're disrupting

the established order.

You can't change anything, nothing at all.

Maybe I already disrupted the order.

- He didn't see you.

- Absolutely not.

Did I not

tell you not to follow Dehet?

- But father.

- Son, why won't you listen?

Are you an idiot?!

What am I supposed to do now?!

Kiss you on the forehead?

- Dehet is in love with a woman...

- None of your business!

Is it up to you to go after Dehet?

What if he saw you? He must have

by the way, being the maniac he is!

If

if you act on your own, Safir Forsa.

- Father.

- f*ck off-get out of my sight!

You followed Dehet, you brainless fool.

Alparslan Forsa, yes, chief.

What's up, Nejat?

Fine, just chatting with a friend.

Can you come? It's urgent.

I'll come, of course.

I'll be there in two hours.

I beg you, let me go, please.

I didn't see anything.

Help me.

What's happening there?

- Everything is fine, sir, no problem.

- Help.

- Fine? What are you doing to her?

- Help.

Help me.

f*cking but-plug.

Help me.

Step on it.

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

Calm down, doctor, we only need to talk.

Talk about what?

Take a guess.

Why are you here?

You had some one close in the hospital?

Thank God, no.

I mean, I have no one close.

Is this about my father?

Bravo.

But of course,

it's not just about your father.

Our mutual friend Dehet

is involved in this too.

Let's talk for a bit.

Good morning, sleepyhead.

Good morning, chief.

What's wrong?

Good news or bad, you tell me, Dehet.

I don't understand.

Maybe you have a secret

you want to share with fellow guilds-men.

Like what?

Like these.

You're excommunicated, Dehet.

You betrayed the order,

you broke the code.

You defied all orders,

abandoned homeland defense for a woman.

Don't you dare!

No sudden moves!

There's nothing you can do!

We have Abide Hurriyet!

Don't!

Don't!

Let's talk, chief-

let's resolve this.

No need to spill blood.

You say so?

Are you coming to your senses eventually?

Look,

Bekir is confused too.

He watches us like a lamb.

You k*lled your guilds-man.

You k*lled Rakim.

How long have you been guarding

enemies of the state?

You son of a b*tch.

The man you ordered me to k*ll

was no traitor.

We are the Braves.

I'm not your hired k*ller.

You won't leave here alive.

Move a muscle and you'll die.

True.

But I'll k*ll your son too.

It's over, Dehet-

accept it.

Here's the plan:

I will eliminate Harun Hrriyet.

Then I will surrender.

You release the girl-

she will live.

Agreed.

Agreed.

Lower your weapon-

let Safir Forsa go.

I fear you not,

Dehet Engiz.

Shut up!

Promise me.

We made our pact.

The code will be upheld.

Let him go now.

Get out.

Father.

Beat it. Or I'll k*ll you.

The g*n.

You've turned rogue, Dehet.

You will pay the price.

But first you must eliminate

Harun Hrriyet.

Where is the girl?

I'll tell you when it's done.

The girl goes free, you stay.

If

you break your word,

if you defy orders again,

you'll dig her up from the grave!

You have 24 hours, Dehet.

Who is it?

It's me, Dehet.

Welcome.

Please, come in.

What's wrong?

Are you alright?

Not good, Mr. Hrriyet,

in every sense.

Please, sit.

- I hope nothing is amiss.

- Sit.

Please.

I am a vigilante, Mr. Hrriyet.

What?

I don't understand, a vigilante?

Yes.

Is this a joke?

I have no family.

I grew up in an orphanage.

I come from the streets.

I never set foot in a university.

Yet you are among

the most refined individuals I know.

In early high school,

I joined the Gray Wolf Guild.

There I met Alparslan Forsa.

Thanks to him I left the orphanage

and started working.

Rakim, Hamza, Bekir,

Kutlukan, Bora,

Batur, Silvanl and I.

Silvanl?

Yes, no one remembers his real name.

We were all orphaned children.

We were being trained at Gray Wolf.

What were they training you on?

Hand-to-hand combat.

Firearms training.

I joined the military-

To the Gendarmerie Special Operations.

I started to work at construction sites.

Eventually I was invited to

the Braves Guild.

First time I'm hearing of it.

Because it's a clandestine group.

Braves Guild?

A tight vigilante cell, it seems?

The covert unit of the Gray Wolf Society.

Led by Alparslan Forsa.

What do they do?

as*ault, sabotage, clashes.

Assassinations.

A group of hitmen.

Dehet.

Dehet, what are you saying?

Are you a k*ller?

Yes.

So now

my daughter is in love with a m*rder*r?

I spent five and a half years in prison.

Five and a half years? Even I haven't.

In prison I used to read

six to seven hours daily.

But they don't give diplomas there.

I was released about a year ago.

And returned to the guild.

But why?

Why?

You could've found another job.

Especially with such intellect.

I'm a convicted m*rder*r-no one hires me.

No relatives, no friends, no work.

This is the machine I operate.

And my last task was to k*ll you.

Me?

Were the threats calls from you?

From the guild.

Did you approach my daughter for this?

k*lling me?

I knew her long before I knew you.

Male, 30's.

g*nsh*t wounds from close range.

Pulse is 40 and dropping.

Shot in the liver too. Losing blood.

No pulse.

No pulse. Starting CPR.

Adrenaline in.

Fire up the defibrillator.

Everybody, step away.

One,

two,

three.

Continue CPR.

Dr. Abide, would you please come?

I'm coming.

Stay where you are!

Don't move!

I was arrested that day.

Years of prison.

I tried to forget Abide.

I even thought I'd forgotten her.

She didn't even know me.

There is no stopping fate.

The heart wants what it wants.

She started coming to our bar.

Fate.

sh**t me!

And someone else will sh**t you.

You're smarter than me,

I can't figure this out.

Come on.

Does Abide know this?

Abide is in their hands.

What!

What are you saying!

Whose hands!

What have you done to my daughter!

I never wanted this.

Lies.

You're lying.

You dragged my daughter into your filth.

You know only to talk.

Coward, hypocrite, gutless man!

Speak!

Tell me-where is my daughter?!

Who are you?

What do you want from me?

Who are you?

Tell me!

What do you want from me?

Mr. Hrriyet.

Mr. Hrriyet?

Hey.

Breathe.

Hey!

Breathe!

Hear me!

Breathe!

- Did you see him?

- I did.

But this won't do, Dehet.

The man's dead-what more do you want?

Blood. I want blood.

There's no blood on him.

How is that possible?

Is he dead or faking it?

So?

Well.

You will show me

Harun Hrriyet's blood.

Come on.

You give me what I want,

and I'll give you what you want!

Where is the girl?

I'll send the location, don't worry.

Come on, son.

Pull the trigger.

I don't know what you call this

I'm out of words.

That's it.

It's surprising it didn't occur to you-

she's in a place you know well.

In Krduman.

The one you scorn is superior to you,

the one you dislike is more beautiful,

the one you k*lled is more innocent,

the one you fear is more cowardly.

And the greatest harm comes

from the closest to you.

It takes time to see such things.

You can't truly know people

until it's too late.

By code, my friend's friend

is my friend.

My friend's enemy is my enemy.

My enemy's friend is my enemy.

My enemy's enemy is my friend.

All lies.

My closest friends became

my deadliest enemies.

Dehet is coming here.

Why?

We'll take him and let you go.

You won't harm him, will you?

He confronted the entire guild

for you.

The punishment for it is clear.

He handled a mission vital to us,

so we'll trade him for you.

Believe it or not,

I couldn't care less.

In our code, loyalty reigns supreme.

Dehet and I have a pledge.

What did he do for you?

He nailed someone.

What?

He k*lled someone.

Who?

Your father.

Harun Hrriyet.

The big moment has come, Dehet.

Finally we're reunited, brother.

Put your weapon down slowly.

Toss it over.

Dehet!

I'm here Abide.

I'm here.

I'm here.

Now listen to me.

Take the car and leave now,

okay?

Let's go together.

Abide,

I'm begging you, listen.

Get in that car.

Take the car and go, please.

That man,

he-

He said you k*lled

my father, Dehet.

He said you are a k*ller.

Dehet?

Tell me you didn't.

Dehet, tell me you didn't k*ll my father.

Abide, go away.

I beg you, please get in the car.

Come on.

Please, Abide!

Who are you?

Abide?

You're excommunicated, Dehet.

Abide?

That was your last word.

Just a minute, Nejat.

Let me handle this.

Dehet.

Congratulations, Safir Forsa.

You shot and buried Dehet.

Thanks to you.

Come on, let's go,

we have a long road ahead.

We're where the pilgrim f*ck the foal!

What the hell does that mean?

I've never heard that.

First time?

It is my father's phrase.

He was the best in the

Braves guild.

He was a true star, truth be told.

You're mistaken, Safir Forsa.

He was only an orphan

from the streets, like us.

Yes, he was talented.

- But he was too predictable.

- What do you mean predictable?

He was more emotional

than he appeared.

Hello, Destan.

Thanks.

Hey Destan, what's up?

I'm good.

Mustve taken a dead wolf

to bring you here.

Spot on.

Just routine, nothing new.

Have you heard from Dehet?

I haven't seen him for days.

I don't think he'll ever show up.

What?

How are you?

Fine.

Enjoy.

Don't I get one, Destan?

We came all the way from Krduman.

Move, Safir.

Where are you?

We're at the clubhouse.

What's up, something wrong?

I need your help.

- Send me the location.

- I'm sending it, don't come alone.

Dehet!

Dehet!

Dehet!

Dehet!

Dehet.

Destan, wait.

Come on.

Four months later.

Gentlemen, trusting your wisdom-

I'll be brief.

Love is a disease only fools can catch.

Even if it heals, it cripples you.

In our line of work, it kills.

Heaven forbid.

Who would be fooled by a woman acting

the faithful wife on stage

and ask for her hand in marriage?

Who, Chief?

Of course-a pure fool,

who else?

Come on, let's enjoy ourselves.

- Chief?

- Say it, Bora.

I visited my mother's grave the other day.

So?

I saw a man.

I couldn't really

make him out from afar.

He was just standing

by a grave.

So what?

A cemetery visit.

Tell me, Bora, what happened?

He looked like Dehet.

We buried Dehet, Bora.

I know, Nejat.

I was surprised too.

What are you saying, Bora?

You crazy maniac?

I don't know.

What if he's not dead?

Didn't you

check him?

If he's dead or not.

I shot Dehet in the face,

he's in hell now.

Tea's ready.

Dehet,

what are you doing?

Nothing.

They'll k*ll you.

You can't fight them alone.

I'm way past that.

Revenge won't bring

back the departed.

They broke the contract.

They k*lled the girl.

Your wounds haven't healed yet.

My wounds will never heal.

Don't talk like that.

Then leave.

Go to another city.

Start a new life.

Forgive me, Destan.

Dehet, I swear

I didn't know he'd k*ll her.

Come here.

- If you're cold, wear something-darling.

- Nejat, don't drive me crazy!

What difference does it make?

It's freezing here.

- What kind of fireplace is this?

It's just for show.

No, I told you, my body's too fragile.

I said the slightest breeze

affects me. But who's listening?

Nejat we could have gone south.

What's happening, Nejat?

Your sudden reactions really scare me.

What?

- Nejat.

- It's nothing.

It's nothing. Just go now.

Go to that caf we went before.

Why the rush?

Why the rush?

Can't you wait half an hour?

Let me shower and change-

I won't go out like this.

- I don't want to go out in this outfit.

- Glay

enough!

Please go. Go.

I'm asking for thirty more minutes, Nejat.

Just two seconds, and you

could use a shower.

Nejat, I'm talking to you.

I'm right here. What do I have to do

so you'll actually see me?

I should have shot him in the head.

Nejat, will you look at me?

I'm talking to you.

I think you need a shower, too.

It might help you clear your head.

Oh look, it was a cat! We freaked out

for nothing. How'd it even get in?

No idea. Honestly, I don't even know

how we got in here.

No one can break in here,

don't worry.

Nejat, I just remembered-

You know what I feel like eating?

Wanna guess?

Sushi. Babe, go take a shower, okay?

I'll take the cat out and we'll go.

We'll go have sushi together, how

does that sound?

- Baby.

- Yes?

- Please shut up.

- Shut up?

- Or I'll die.

- Shut up?

Nejat, I always shut up. You know that?

I don't want to anymore.

I want to talk. I'm fed up, Nejat.

You know I loved Skopje.

You could've taken me there, Nejat!

So, you finally came, Dehet?

Drop the g*n.

You gonna sh**t me in the back?

Is that who you are?

At least I came alone.

You filthy traitor.

I'll find you in hell,

and k*ll you again.

Dehet.

That was your last word.

Dehet!

Can you count back from 30, Safir?

What? Why?

Life is a countdown from the start.

You're in the final 30 seconds now.

Dehet, I beg you!

- I beg you!

- You will.

What is it smet, what now?

- Chief, this package came for you.

- What else would I do with it?

Shove it up my a*s?

Oh f*ck!

Dehet?

We thought you were in hell.

I was, I came back.

What do you want?

Take a guess.

If you're thirsty for you own blood,

my door's open.

Come and get it.

So we fight?

If we must.

We must.

One of us will die.

What now, chief?

Call everyone. Now.

- Everyone?

- What do you mean?

Everyone, every single one!

Now!

We buried him.

And he rises from the dead?

As weird as it sounds.

The lunatic died, came back from hell.

He's already taken down

a couple of guild members.

Shot his blood brothers.

Doubt he'd come here alone.

So, what do we do, Bora?

Send everyone home

and wait here, just us?

I'll rip off his head

and spit on his neck.

That's him, Dehet.

Fire!

sh**t him!

k*ll the lunatic!

- Shut it down.

- Fire!

It's Safir Forsa. I repeat,

the driver is Safir Forsa.

Is he alive?

No. He's dead.

Safir?

Safir?

Son?

Psychological theories suggest anger

has 4 fundamental traits.

1. It stems from unmet needs

we fail to notice.

2. It's a clear sign of misery.

3. It's often misdirected.

I'll skin your head

and wipe my feet with it.

4. Anger is short-lived-

30 to 200 seconds.

Points 1, 2, and 3, all true

but why won't mine end?

Seconds, hours, months pass-

yet the fire in me won't die.

- Come here.

- Don't k*ll me, please.

Please don't.

Stop...

Dehet, what are you doing to me?

Don't jinx it, won't spoil the surprise.

Dehet

don't.

I'm your father.

No, you're not.

Secure the area.

We're on the scene.

Send an ambulance now!

I repeat,

we need urgent medical aid!

Move, move, move-sweep the site!

You may call it cruelty

I call it reckoning.

The real you is exposed by how you act

when tired, hungry, angry, and alone.

This is exactly how I managed to survive.

You may call it victory

I call it solitude.