Paper Lives (Kağıttan Hayatlar)

NETFLIX PRESENTS

IN A WORLD WHERE CHILDREN ARE CRYING LAUGHTER CAN ONLY BE CRUEL.

TO ALL THE CHILDREN WHO GROW UP ALL ALONE ON THE STREETS…

-Hello, welcome. -Thank you.

-Merci. -Have fun.

- Mr. Yasin! Do you have a moment? - A photo with your wife, please.

- Please. - Do you have a moment?

Thank you so much. Could we get one more, please?

Welcome, Ms. Aslı. Would you mind posing for a photo?

Girls, want to go for a ride?

-Get the fuck out of here! - Go away!

Come on, boy! Move!

Come on, boy!

Jeez, fucking nutcase. Move, boy!

Don't stare at me, go away.

Brother!

Brother?

Mehmet?

Did you collect paper again?

It's like a workout. I get some fresh air, too.

I feel rusty when I sit around.

Workout for what? We collect paper, too. You don't need to exert yourself.

-You're killing yourself! -I got dizzy.

Of course you did. You're trying to kill yourself!

I'll be fine.

You're out of medicine. The doctor said you should sit straight.

Come here.

Hello? Uncle Tahsin?

Help us! Get out of the way!

-Get out of the way, man! Help us! -Move…

-Help us! Isn't there a nurse here? -Take a number.

-Where? What? -From the machine by the door.

I'm asking for help, you're telling me to take a number.

Don't you fear God?

Hang tight. Can you do it?

Sit up straight, okay?

Okay.

Help us!

Please, help my son! Help!

-He can't breathe. - Bring a stretcher!

- Careful. - Stand back. How is he?

- He has a pulse. - The respiratory tract is open.

He has bradycardia and anisocoria.

- His pulse is dropping. - To the red zone.

-I promise you, baby. You'll get better! - Opening vascular access.

-Run a blood test for allergies. - Right away!

My boy…

My boy…

You'll get better, I promise you.

It will all get better.

NUMBER - COUNTER

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

You can get dressed.

You're waiting for a kidney transplant.

You need to hang tight until a suitable donor is found.

- -It's your turn for dialysis.

Get an appointment soon. See your nephrologist, too.

I can't take it anymore, Doctor.

Uncle Tahsin!

Get in.

The downpour that started suddenly this evening is still affecting Istanbul.

A yellow alarm has been issued.

You can see the footage of the downpour. The Meteorological Service…

Did you see the kid, Gonzi?

-What happened to him? -I don't know, brother.

So, what did the doctor say?

The same things, Uncle Tahsin. I'm still waiting for a kidney.

-And the money? -I've saved up a lot.

Almost there.

Once they find the kidney, everything else will be easy.

Exactly.

Why don't you lie down, brother?

-You said I didn't smell? Huh? -You really don't.

Fuck off! I smell so bad the doctor's nose fell off.

I don't smell it, at least.

You're feeling better already.

The doctor gave him morphine. He'll be pretty high soon.

Isn't he always high, anyway?

We need to find a night pharmacy to get his prescription.

-No problem. -Thanks.

-When will you go to the hammam? -The day after tomorrow. Why?

You two smell like shit, boy.

- He is right, we smell terrible. - The roads…

- -

Uncle, leave it on. If you don't have any objections.

- -Yes.

God…

Hey, handsome! Want to have fun?

What's up?

Goal!

What is it?

I'm fine, Gonzi.

I'm not coming today.

Just kidding.

I'll be there in five minutes, let me finish my breakfast.

Okay, see you.

Good morning, Sister Hacer.

Keep knitting, winter's coming.

-Enjoy your food, guys. - Thanks.

Have a good day.

-Thanks. -

-Have a good day, Brother Hasan. -Thank you.

-Brother Mehmet! -What?

Do you have five liras?

You beggars, have you been waiting for me here? Huh?

No, brother.

You'll buy glue with that money, won't you? Smartass.

That's not true, we'll buy bread.

-Bullshit. You think I don't know you? -I swear to God.

Don't swear to God, boy. He's already punished you enough.

Look at you.

You boys…

You'll be the end of me. Take it.

Shh.

If I see you sniffing glue, I'll tear you a new one.

Now, go.

- This is lovely. I told them… -Oh!

-What's up, Mehmet? -I'm fine, you?

We're back from the cruising ground. We just had pastries.

We have more, want some?

-I can give them to the kids. -Okay.

-Do you have a cigarette, Mehmet? -Sure.

-Can I bum one? -Wait.

-Here. -Thanks, love.

Take some more.

I'm trying to quit, I don't even carry a pack with me.

-All right. -Wait.

-Thanks, love. -See you.

-Bye! -Take care.

Çağla, thanks for the pastries.

Attention!

-What are you all up to? -Where have you been?

He's here. We thought you wouldn't come.

- I'm here now. - No worries.

Let's go.

Watch it. Hey.

Here.

-How are you doing, Flea? -I'm fine.

-Take some pastries. -Thanks.

Watch out for the boys in blue, don't get caught this time.

-Good. You look better, boss. -I thought I was going to die last night.

-Thanks, Gonzi. -Not at all.

But you shouldn't postpone going to the doctor.

-Pastries? -I'll have some.

-Eat before going to work. -Here.

-Take some. -Thank you, brother.

-Here, take as much as you want. -Eat slowly, you'll choke.

-Have a good day. -Thank you.

Don't go out to collect paper because the weather is nice.

Think of Uncle Tahsin. He is really worried about you.

Enough, Gonzi. I'm here, I'm not going anywhere.

I'm just saying. You almost died last night.

Right.

Dying is not a problem.

But what about the dreams we have?

We have many of them. You can't realize them all.

-Don't you remember, you druggie? -Remember what?

Jeez…