01x07 - Episode 7

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A NETFLIX ORIGINAL SERIES

[melancholy music playing]

Hmm.

These are the letters
he wrote to the family he abandoned.

And this photo shows his wife and son.

Yeah.

I'm not in this photograph.

I'm not Adem Yılmaz.

You can't possibly imagine how hard it is
to live another person's life,

but I had no choice
other than to take his place.

It was the only way to escape
from Servet and his men who were after me.

That's the whole story.

[sighs deeply]

It's good to finally be able
to tell someone all of this.

ADİL THE TAILOR

[suspenseful music playing]

[man sighs]

[grunts]

If you want to secretly k*ll someone,
you need to be quiet like a shadow.

-What are you gonna do to me?
-Hurt you.

[chuckles]

Psst.

[aggressor grunting]

Hey! Get up, stop pretending.

[aggressor groans]

I swear. I'm not pretending, man.

I can't dig my own grave!
Come on, my back hurts like hell!

I've done it twice before.

If you think it's painful now,
just wait until the morning.

Hmm, but I guess
you don't have to worry about that.

So tell me, man.
Who are you? What do you want?

Money. I mean, not from you,

but Servet is giving out a reward
for your head.

Ah! One million, huh?

He misses me that much, does he?

I don't think that's it.
He wants you dead, gone for good.

He's willing to pay anyone for that.

So, how did you find me?

The hostel.

He's running away!

[chuckles] Such an amateur.

[aggressor]
Then I followed you to the tailor's.

Why wait until today?

To make sure it was really you.

[inhales] Okay. So tell me.

Does anyone else know
that you've found me?

What's it to you?

-Wrong answer.
-My cousin.

I only told him. He was the one
who told me about the reward.

Servet is only a name to me.
I'm not into this sort of stuff.

I have children.
I'm just a simple goat farmer, you know?

[clicks tongue] I doubt it.

[clears throat]
You recognized me. I know you're lying.

I'm sure about that.

Please don't k*ll me.
I promise I'll walk away right now.

I won't tell anyone about this.

I can't take that risk.

[tense music plays]

Ah. You're up kinda early.

Well, I'm not
wandering around like you.

I've got work to do.

Oh, well, here we go.

I just came to say hi, and you're mad.

Why don't you come work here with me, huh?
I could use some help, you know?

I can teach you quickly,
and you'll gain valuable skills.

It will be fun.

What do you actually do for a living?

Are you just a wandering nomad?

Why do you constantly bring up my job?
Hmm?

I'm gonna go now.

-Okay, okay. Don't go. Come here.
-[chuckles]

If it weren't for you,
I'd probably be at home

watching boring daytime TV
with my grandma.

[sighs] I still have a job, thanks to you.

Thanks for this. I mean it.

There's no middle ground with you,
is there? Hmm?

I was gonna get some pastries,
but now I'm not sure.

Pastries? You?

Yeah, why not?

What would a gluten-hater like you
do with pastries, huh?

[inhales] I'm just trying
to get used to it, you know?

Hey, everything changes.

I'm not sure.

Some things don't ever change.

You find yourself repeating mistake
after mistake.

You're making such bold claims.
Everything changes.

So, make the most of it.

The most of it?

[chuckles] Pastries.

Enjoy them.

Thank you.

So.

-Now, tell me.
-What?

How come a guy like Servet,
who loves money so much,

is willing to pay
one million for me?

Well, I don't think he has a problem
with money.

Servet took over when Mümtaz died.

Mümtaz is dead?

Oh! You really don't know anything.
Why don't you read the newspaper?

What happened is, when Mümtaz died,

Servet got everyone who used to work
with him on his side.

This guy is a real opportunist.

Mm. See? Is there some tea?
This stuff is really dry.

You don't know Servet.

[cup thuds]

The guy's more of the creative type.

-What do you mean?
-[tea pouring]

I mean, Mümtaz is dead, right?

So we know that Servet was involved,

and that is what makes him creative.

[inhales] He's a m*rder*r,
but that all depends on your perspective.

He's a clever man. [gasps]

If only you were as clever as him.

[groans]

Well, you're right.

And I wish that for me, too. Mm.

How'd that go again?

Creative people

set conditions themselves,
opportunists just accept them.

So, as an opportunist as*h*le,

do you accept this?

[g*n clicks]

Yep.

Oh, sh*t!

Yeah.

You're kind of a stupid as*h*le, too.

You had a chance,
but you didn't take it.

Eh.

If I let you go now, I'm sure
you're gonna tell them where I am.

So, what now?

That's what I thought.

[door opens]

Hello. Good morning.

How are you? You're here early.

Hmm.

Ah! I guess
you were here all night, then, huh?

You didn't finish, did you? [chuckles]

What's wrong, boss?
Did something bad happen?

It's all happening, Civan.

Get it?

It's all so messed up now.

[Civan] Do you think I could help?

How could you let this project
get so out of control? Hmm?

-You told me you were handling it.
-[exhales]

I'm really sorry, sir.

I thought that maybe
we could get this project started faster

if we were able to take on
all the neighborhood's debt in...

Özlem!

Stop apologizing.

We need to start
tearing down this neighborhood right away.

Where are the deeds,
the properties we own?

-With the contractor.
-Okay.

Call the contractor.
Get him over here right now.

I'm sorry.
There's no way to make that happen.

Why not?

The contractor's dead.

Actually, he was k*lled.

Who's responsible?

[exhales]

Hello, there.

You can swear at me if you want.

I won't be offended. [chuckles]

How could you

let this happen to us?

You thought you could trust him?
This idiot?

How could you? How could you?

You called me an idiot.

That's very offensive.

You've insulted me without swearing,
and I thank you for that, sir. [chuckles]

No matter what's happened,
we will finish this project,

even if I have to level
into the f*cking ground myself!

[footsteps receding]

Whoo.

That wasn't as bad as I thought.

I'll head back there right now.

Don't worry. I'll get those deeds,
even if I have to force them.

Mesut, it's over.
We don't need your help anymore.

-[sighs]
-Did you say it's over?

You can't do this alone.

Nobody knows the neighborhood
better than I do.

We have all the evidence
we need to put you away.

The car and the g*n,
so don't do anything stupid.

Huh?

That's really insulting!

You promised me
that you'd get rid of all the evidence.

Please go, Mesut.

Yeah.

It was so insulting.

Anyways, f*ck them.

Careful, careful!
Slow down there, boss. here. Wait.

-Come on. Lean on me. Let me help you.
-f*ck you. Go away.

[sniffs]

I can stand on my own.

I definitely don't need help
from a cr*pple like you. Thanks.

[door slams]

[car approaching]

Good afternoon, sir.

Good afternoon.

-Hand or machine?
-What do you mean?

What kind of wash
do you want for the car?

I didn't come here for that.
Is Mesut inside?

-[car door shuts]
-Mesut isn't here now.

When will he be back?

He won't be back today.
Is there anything I can help you with?

-Would you like some more tea?
-No, thanks. That's enough for me.

So, you see,
Mesut really botched this whole deal.

He let the man of this tailor shop
steal the bonds out from under him.

So, I'm here now to fix this.

[inhales]
Tell me, how do I get these properties?

I mean, maybe…

It's not my place to say this,
and who am I to give you advice?

Go on, say it. Come on, out with it.

Well,

there's a much easier way
to get them to sell.

Tell me more.

Let's ask the owners.

[laughs heartily]

We should've thought of that.

And what if they don't want to sell to me?

It's not like that. [clears throat]

How about we get in
that fancy car of yours

and drive around the neighborhood.
to have a look around.

No one's really happy here.

You see, all these people managed
to buy some properties at some point,

and they're all afraid of losing them,

but at the same time…

they all want more.

It's human nature
to want more out of life.

Some will and get what they want,

and some won't.

Right.

And these people are the ones who think
they didn't get their full share.

You know why?
Because they're afraid to lose it all.

Especially when they have

someone like Mesut chasing after them,

and threatens the way they live.

And when they're cornered,

they come together.

[inhales] You must've been thinking
about this for a while, hey?

[knocking at door]

sh*t.

[woman on TV]
I didn't understand that part…

[muffled screaming]

-[woman on TV louder] There…
-[knocking at door]

-[muffled screaming continues]
-[Shadow clears throat]

CLOSED

Huh. Pigeon, what do you need?

Well, I'm here to talk to you, man.

-Talk to me?
-Mm-hmm.

What could you possibly have to say to me?

-Would you just let me in, please?
-Sure. Come in.

-Come in.
-Thank you.

[door shuts]

So, are you here
with another message for me?

[scoffs]

You took the bonds from him, huh?

Yeah. Did he complain about it?

[chuckles]

-No, In fact, I came here to thank you.
-Oh, yeah?

Well, I thought you were working for him.

Yeah, that's correct,

-but now I work for someone else…
-[woman on TV] Thank you…

…and he wants this place.

-Oh, really?
-The whole hood.

Oh, h*, h*! Back to square one.

No, no. Listen to me.

This man isn't anything like Mesut.
He's different.

Most importantly, he's not trying to steal
anyone's property by force.

Hmm.

They can either sell or get an apartment

in one of the new buildings
that are going up.

And? What do you need?

Don't make things harder
than they have to be.

Look, Adem.
You do not belong in this place,

so why don't you do yourself a favor,
and stay out of this.

You can't take
people's futures away from them.

Servet really has some interesting plans
for this place.

Don't get in his way.

[inhales] Well, whoever this Servet is…

-Hmm.
-This guy, Servet.

-You're not talking about Servet Nadir?
-Yeah, I am.

Okay!

No way!

So, he's into construction now?

[chuckles] What's so funny?

This is great!

So, he's the one
behind all of this nonsense?

So, what do you say? Come on.

Are you gonna make this easy or what?

Look, go and tell your boss that,

"Adem the new tailor
will never sell his shop,

and your money
is worth absolutely nothing here." Got it?

Also, tell him

that his past
will follow him everywhere,

and that he will never be able
to get rid of his shadow.

Okay? Go on now.

Adem.

Yeah?

I am nobody's damn messenger pigeon.

If there's anything you want to tell him,
go and do it yourself.

I just came here
to make you an offer, that's all.

And, if you don't accept it,
that's your own problem.

Wow.

Well spoken.

You've learned a lot. Really.

But if you want to be taken seriously,
you've gotta change your style.

You look like you're a total mess.

You don't know the people
in this place, Adem.

Everyone will leave,

and you'll end up all alone.

Don't forget that, okay?

Got it.

-Goodbye, then.
-Goodbye.

Hmm.

[chuckles softly]

Look, this guy is dangerous.

Did you see how calm he was
when Mesut shot that guy?

Actually, I didn't notice.

Of course you didn't, Turan.
You fell asleep during everything.

No, I didn't!

I only threw myself on the ground
to protect myself,

and then I dozed off.

Will you be serious, for God's sake.

I'm trying to tell you something here.
He isn't what he seems.

-Turan, let me ask you something.
-Mm?

Do you remember what you said to me

when I first brought Yakup
here to the neighborhood?

Of course I remember.

"Don't bring him into our neighborhood.
He will create trouble here."

-You see...
-"If he was a decent boy,

his parents wouldn't have kicked him out.

You shouldn't pity him or he will... "

Get the best of you, right?

You didn't like me back then, did you?

And I still don't like you.

I don't want to, you see?

Turan, okay, stop it, for God's sake!
That's enough of that! Ah!

The point I'm trying to make to you is,

it's hard for people
to embrace an outsider, someone like Adem.

He's just a normal guy like everyone else.
Do you understand what I'm trying to say?

Okay, Mukhtar, will you listen?
He has all that he needs.

It's almost like
God created him in his spare time.

He doesn't need our help.

What I don't understand…

-Adil didn't look like his son in any way.
-That's exactly what I'm trying to say!

We don't even know
if he's really Adil's son.

Come on, not true.

Look at him, Mukhtar.
He's just jealous. Be nice to him.

Why would I be jealous?
He's shorter than me.

I'm trying to warn you,
but you won't listen.

We've had more trouble
ever since he came to the neighborhood.

All right.

And you think this place was like
Sesame Street before he came here?

He totally ruined it!

Oh, Turan, stop it, will you?
That's enough, okay?

Please stop messing with the boy!

Listen, son, jealousy isn't good for you.

Really. It can easily turn into hatred.

It's a disease that can harm everyone
around you.

Come on. Go out, and get some fresh air.
Come on, come on. Let this go.

Okay, Mukhtar. I'll go...

I'll go right now and show you
that this guy is not who he claims to be.

Okay. Go on. Get out of here.
Go on. You go end it.

[grunts]

[cats meow]

"Press pass."

[box clatters]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ADEM

You're really that sentimental?

-How are you today?
-I'm doing fine.

You know that house on the corner
over there? Do you know lives in it?

Are you talking
about the reporter's house?

Do you know which newspaper he works for?

How would I know which paper he works for?
Were you friends with that woman?

What woman?

Aslı, or something?

She stops by once in a while
to check if anyone's been there.

-She must know him, or something.
-How can I get in touch with her?

She gave me her phone number.

-And?
-And what?

-Will you give me her number?
-No.

She said she wanted to know
if anything happened over there.

Yeah, that's true, but she didn't say
to give her phone number

to just any as*h*le who walks in here.

Man, are you trying to f*ck with me?

Just give her a call.

Tell her Adem has something for her.

[jazz music playing in the background]

[sighs]

[waitress sighs deeply]

-Uh...
-[waitress] What do you want?

Uh, tea, for now. There will be one more.

I know. I'm the one you came to see.

I'm Aslı. Go on, spit it out.

Oh, excuse me.
When the man said you were at the café,

I didn't realize that you worked here.
Sorry about that.

By the way, the man
you gave your number to

is a real as*h*le, you've no idea.

I only have 15 minutes, so start talking.

You said Adem has something for me?

Yeah.
Um, I'm actually looking for him, too.

I have something that belongs to him.
He dropped it in a parking lot.

-I think he works for this newspaper.
-We both were, him and I.

Oh my God.
When you said it was about Adem,

I thought you knew
where he was, or something.

-Why? Is he missing?
-He has been.

I mean, when we were at the paper…

Mm-hmm.

…this as*h*le Servet was after him.

Adem had a file all about him.

Unfortunately, I didn't take it seriously.
No one did. I mean…

but then one day, he just disappeared,
and Servet's business expanded like crazy.

The file disappeared when he disappeared,
I assume?

Yeah, exactly.

I'm worried
that they might've k*lled Adem.

Well…

Adem might not actually be dead.

CAR WASH

Where the hell have you been, man?

You can´t just close the shop
in the middle of the day.

-Get the f*ck out of here.
-Hey! Watch your language, all right?

-What? You're not talking to me now?
-Listen.

I have a plan for what I'm gonna do,
and that doesn't involve dealing with you.

So I don't have time for your bullshit,
but we're not done yet, you and me.

Aha! Well, it looks like
your owners have shortened your leash.

-You'll get used to it.
-Civan, where the hell are you?

Your messenger pigeon
has set himself free.

What do you mean?

He's after the title deeds.
Don't you know?

I mean, how would you know?

He's obviously doing it in secret
behind your back, am I right?

What are you talking about?
What title deeds?

I'm here to tell you about that, man,
but you won't let me get a single word in.

It looks like Servet has given up on you.

Civan is going around
asking everyone to sell their houses.

Get out of here. That's not possible.

[chuckles] Look, man, there are two types
of people in this world.

Those who prepare
for when they'll receive bad news,

and those who act like there's no problem.

You fall into the second category,

but if you don't do anything,
you will lose everything.

And I'm not only talking about
just your reputation in the neighborhood,

you'll lose this place, too.
Mark my words, man.

-Hey, don't walk away from me!
-Hmm?

-Why are you telling me this?
-Because I'm trying to help you.

f*ck you! Help me, my a*s.
I know guys like you.

You must be planning something, right?
You're trying to use me.

[chuckles] Do you think I would tell you
all this if that was the case?

No, you wouldn't.

I know very well
what you're capable of, Mesut.

No.

You don't know what I'm capable of.

Is that so? Are you gonna sh**t me?

I'm not an easy target
like that contractor, though.

How did you know that?

I told you. You're a very predictable man.

Civan, on the other hand, is not,

so I can't predict what he's gonna do.

I'd rather deal with you
than with a guy like him.

This is just a friendly warning.
The rest is up to you. Hmm?

[Civan] Dilara.

Think about it before you say no.

Think about what, Civan?

You want me to close the bakery
I fought so hard to get back?

Oh, hold on, hold on.
You don't have to close the bakery.

In fact, you'll get an even bigger one.

-What for?
-What do you mean "what for"?

Uh, why in the world
would I need a bigger bakery?

I'm quite happy here.

Okay, you're happy, sure.

You're happy for now,

but very soon this neighborhood
is going to change and grow rapidly,

and then this bakery will seem small.

Do you even hear
what you're saying, Civan?

You've starting to sound
exactly like Mesut.

They want to destroy the neighborhood
you and I were born and grew up in.

-I can't believe you're okay with that?
-Hey!

They don't want trouble.
They want to rebuild.

Mm.

The world is changing,
but we're staying the same.

Aren't you tired of being
behind the rest of the world?

So we should sell our memories instead?

You can't live on old memories.

-Hmm.
-Look, sell if you want.

Make a new start
with brand new memories.

It's up to you. Really.

Just take a look at this contract.
Mukhtar will like this idea, too.

Take your time before you decide.
Think about it.

Okay?

Okay. I'm gonna look it over.

[g*n c*ck repeatedly]

Is it possible that you could be a psycho?

Why is that?

[aggressor] What if he kills him?

[Shadow] No, he won't do that.

[cars passing overhead]

Hey!

-Hey, boss?
-[mimicking] "Hey, boss?"

-What are you doing?
-[grunts]

What do you mean?

What the hell are you doing?

You know it's called,
sh1tting where you eat? m*therf*cker!

[prisoner]
How do you know that won't happen?

Because he'll do
exactly what Servet tells him to do.

I was once like him, too.

I didn't do it.

You'll pay for this, you f*cking traitor!

You f*cking cr*pple!

[Shadow]
He'll just beat him up and let him go.

You think you're tough?

You think you're bad enough
to work on your own? m*therf*cker!

[Shadow]Then Civan will tell Servet
that Mesut has beaten him up.

And if I know Servet,
and I know him very well,

he'll have Mesut k*lled.

[Mesut] Piece of sh*t!

[prisoner] And then?

[Shadow] The rest is easy.

That only leaves Civan.

And how hard could it be to deal
with a useless messenger pigeon?

Where is this guy?

Why are you surprised that you'd
have to wait on someone like him?

This man can barely walk,
let alone do what we need him to.

He's ambitious. His limp doesn't matter.
He's driven and has something to prove.

And if he's determined enough,

he'll get this job done for us.

[footsteps approaching]

Sorry. Hi.

[panting]

Civan, are you okay?

Oh, I'm fine.

[sniffs] I mean, don't worry about me.

I sure wish
I didn't have to look like this.

My apologies for that.

But, hey, that's life.

I brought some of the contracts.

The neighborhood is totally in favor
of the expansion.

Forget about that. Come in. Sit down.

Sure thing.

-[Civan] Hello.
-[Servet] Who did this to you?

[groans]

Who did this to you?

-Huh?
-Was it Mesut who did this?

You know?

-It wasn't him.
-Who then?

Adem did it.

The tailor's son?

Yeah.

It was him.

And you know what?
He won't give up either.

He hated the offer.

That b*stard came right at me
and started...

and started hitting me.

[exhales]

He also said that he doesn't want
anything to do with you and your plans.

Hmm.
Then we'll have to do what we have to do.

Özlem, please call Stain.

-But, I don't think that's...
-Özlem, call Stain!

Fine, do it now.

-[footsteps receding]
-[exhales]

[Servet] Don't worry now.

This will be the end of all our problems.

-[muffled grumbling]
-[background TV dialogue]

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

What, man? What's going on?

What are you gonna do?
Are you gonna trade me for something?

Huh? Are you gonna demand ransom?

Look, man, nobody will pay a dime for me.
Okay?

I'm not gonna trade you. Just relax.

-What will you do, then?
-[knocking at door]

Help me! Help me!
[muffled screaming]

Shh! Stop it.

[background TV dialogue continues]

[knocking continues]

I'll be right there.

Where were you before?

I had some things to do.

Oh, okay.
Move it. Move it! It's cold out here.

What's that?

Uh, it's cake.

Without gluten.

Did you make this for me?

Yeah.

Kind of.

I wanted to try something new.
Take a bite of it.

It looks delicious.

In fact, I'm so sure that it is
that I don't really need to taste it.

Oh, come on!
Grab a fork and try it already.

-Don't worry. It won't k*ll you.
-I don't have a sweet tooth.

Adem, I worked so hard on it.
Just taste the damn thing!

[background TV dialogue continues]

Hmm. Wow, it's so delicious!

Yeah? I told you so.

Well, this morning,
we talked about how everything changes,

so I decided to try something gluten-free.

At least I will have one customer.
[chuckles]

Hey, slow down.
You're going to choke on it.

Wow! I can't believe this.
What did you put in there?

A chef never reveals her secrets,

but if you help me at the bakery,
maybe I'll tell you.

[both laugh]

Okay, let's have a drink.

I'll make some tea.
Where's your teapot?

Back there.

Hey, Dilara! Wait!

I'll get it.

-Uh, okay, okay.
-It's a mess in there.

But why are you so embarrassed?
How big of a mess can it really be?

Messy like my life.
[chuckles]

Mm. I'm definitely gonna come by
for more of this.

Glad you like it.

-[grunts]
-[air whooshing]

Stupid thing!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, wait, wait. Hang on!

You're getting worked up

over this. [sighs]

See? Just like that.

Why are you fighting
so hard with this thing?

You know, I've always had to fight
to get what I wanted in my life.

I don't know any other way.

Well, then, I guess it's about time

we teach you that there are other ways
of doing things.

Hmm.

But I'm a slow learner.

It might take a while
if you're okay with it.

-[sighs]
-Do you have time?

As long as you want to learn,
we don't have a problem.

We're here

right now.

Adem?

-Oh.
-Were you expecting her?

I'm sorry. I'll go. [panting]

-Hello, there, I just...
-[Shadow] Dilara!

Dilara. Nice to meet you.
Please, have some of the cake.

Anyways, I'm gonna go. See you later.
Have a good night.

Dilara. Dilara, please wait!

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt.

Hello?

-Well, I'm, uh, I'm looking for Adem.
-Yeah, I'm Adem.

You're not Adem.

[exhales]

These are the letters
he wrote to the family he abandoned,

and this photo shows his wife and son,

and that's their baby.

I'm not in this photograph.

I'm not Adem Yılmaz.

You can't possibly imagine how hard it is
to live another person's life,

but I had no other choice
other than to take his place.

It was the only way to escape
from Servet and his men who were after me.

That's the whole story.

[sighs deeply]

It's good to finally be able
to tell someone all of this.

But where is Adem?

-Where did he go?
-Adem?

Adem's safe.

I helped him to escape abroad.

Okay, but

we were so close.
Why wouldn't he tell me he was leaving?

He didn't want to cause you any trouble.

Maybe.

-How well did you know Adem?
-Not well. We had just met.

We were both searching for our pasts,

but he's a lot braver than I will ever be.

I was constantly running away
from my life,

but he was chasing his.

Now I get to live his life.

When Adem disappeared, I thought that he...

I... thought that he was m*rder*d.

I prepared myself for it,

but hearing all this now,

knowing that he's okay,
it's still not making me feel any better.

No.

I need to go see him for myself.

Believe me. Adem has never been better.

For all we know, he might be writing
letters like his father did,

writing them, but not sending them.

Maybe one day he will show up.
Who knows?

I really hope
it doesn't take him that long.

It's up to him to decide
when he's going to come back.

-Because if you find him, then...
-I know.

I know. The people who are after him
could find him as well.

[sighs]

If you hear from him,
please call me, okay?

Of course.

You're the only one
who knows I'm not him.

You won't tell anyone?

Look, I don't know you.

I do not have to trust you
or believe anything you say,

but, uh,

I think everyone

deserves a second chance.

Hmm.

I hope you make good use of yours.

-[zipper zips]
-Oh, by the way,

here are Adem's father's letters.

You should have them if you want them.

No.

You keep them.

I should go.

You know what I think?

You should read them.

They belong to you now…

Adem Yılmaz.

Aslı?

How did it go?

How did what go?

Is he Adem?

Yeah. [laughs]

Yeah, it's him. [sighs happily]

-Thanks for helping me find him.
-Mm.

I really am grateful.

[muffled crying]

Get your wallet.

No way.

Get your wallet.

[Shadow] Hmm.

So, this is your poem, huh?

What's that?

Is this the woman you love, that her?

It's fine. I won't hurt her.

Yeah, that's my girlfriend in the photo.

I thought you said
you had a family and children.

That was all a lie, then?

Yeah, I lied.

Why do we lie so much?

It all starts with a lie,
and then it just won't stop.

They get bigger and bigger and bigger.

Then we end up drowning
in an avalanche of them.

But I've decided
I want to breathe from now on.

So you're free to go. Get out of here.
There's clean clothes for you, too.

Wait, really?
You're just gonna let me go like that?

I believe
everyone deserves a second chance.

If I deserve one,
then you deserve one, too.

What if I tell them where you are?

What if I tell everyone
that I found Shadow?

I don't know. I just have to trust
that you won't do that.

I either trust you,

or I k*ll you right this instant.

Which one will you choose?

I would choose trust. Trust it is, then.

I won't tell a soul about this.
I swear on it

Okay.

I'm leaving.

If you're here when I come back,

you have no idea
what I'll do to you. That clear?

Adem!

I guess you really have changed.

You're not Shadow.
Adem is now who you are.

Hmm.

[suspenseful music playing]

Adem Yılmaz, huh?

No one would believe me
even if I told them,

These photos will come in handy.

[cracks]

[rock guitar playing]

[engine turns over]