Dayı: Bir Adamın Hikâyesi 2

All characters, businesses, events and incidents in this movie are fictional.

Some aspects of the story are inspired by the life of a real gangster.

Amen.

SABAHATTİN SUNGUR REST IN PEACE

HATİCE PAŞALOĞLU REST IN PEACE

CEVAHİR PAŞALOĞLU REST IN PEACE

Hello. These three?

Yes.

Can I see your ID card?

Here.

Ömer Paşaloğlu.

- Father's name is Cevahir. - Yes.

I'm checking.

HORRIBLE ACCIDENT IN BOLU MOUNTAIN

SWERVED AUTOMOBILE COLLIDED WITH TRUCK: 3 DEAD, 2 INJURED

THE STORY OF A MAN

All I remember from the accident where I lost my mother and Uncle Sabahattin…

…is the screams of my mother.

Then I blacked out.

It seems my uncle didn't realize the car had swerved.

My father and I survived the accident miraculously.

Life took 2 of the 3 people I love the most.

After that day, my father was all I had in this world.

He was doing all he could to make me happy.

We were spending all our time together.

Right, left, right…

He almost never went to work…

…until my school started so as not to make me sad.

When he did, he took me with him.

He started going to work when I started to go to school.

ALİ'S ADVENTURES

Even though I had no clue then why people in his workplace…

…called him Dayı…

…I felt the honor of being the son of "Dayı" as I grew up.

Didn't I tell you I don't allow drug sales?

Brother, stop. I promise, we won't.

Where do you get the drugs?

Man…

…I'll do anything.

I won't ask you again.

From Salih.

Salih, the owner of Keyf Holding.

You'll die if it happens again.

Okay.

Is this yours?

It got shot.

That's alright.

Let me get you a new one.

Adnan. Cevahir has learned about Salih.

Fuck!

How did you get in here?

What do you want?

I don't really know what I want.

Because whatever I get, there will always be something missing.

Sit over here.

Alright.

Okay, look.

I'm innocent.

I only use it. Selling is my dad's job.

Don't worry.

Your father will suffer, too. If you move, I'll blow up your brain.

We can figure it out somehow. Don't! Please.

Please.

Untie me.

Let's talk.

I'm sure there's a misunderstanding, please.

We can talk it over somehow.

Please don't do this. Untie me.

Untie me, please.

Hayri.

Look.

You can't find another client like me, Hayri.

I buy the drug from you and give it back to you.

What the hell are you doing?

What are you doing? Don't… Stop!

Please don't do it.

I'm begging you!

Please. What are you doing?

- I beg you, stop. - Don't move, so it won't hurt.

Look.

Don't…

Untie me please!

Please, we can talk this through.

I'm begging, untie me!

Please!

Don't worry.

All your stress will disappear soon.

Is there anything you want to tell your dad? He's watching us.

Dad.

Dad… Dad, save me!

I'm begging you, give him whatever he wants. Dad, please save me! Dad!

Dad!

He'll get the heroin through the syringe slowly.

If I did the math right…

…your son has only 4 hours, Hayri!

How can I believe you?

However you like…

But time is running against your son.

Okay, let's begin.

LAST WILL

If you live, they are already yours.

You can take these papers you signed and the video and leave.

Look, please, don't.

How bad desperation is, yes?

Waiting like a sheep to be sacrificed.

What about the despair you caused to the young people you poisoned?

I'm hardly holding myself back from killing you.

By the way, if I die…

…bury me somewhere nice.

In a wide grave, I don't like narrow spaces.

You're lying. Please stop.

Take all you want, all that I have.

- You won't even see me. - I'm already doing this to not see you.

One of us will be gone.

If you're sure I'm lying, save yourself.

Or don't waste your time talking.

Because your son is dying drop by drop.

The ears go on hearing for a while after death, Hayri.

Seems like my gun was empty, Hayri.

So, I was lying, like you said.

Why?

I said "this scumbag should die, knowing there's no way out."

But murderers get punished.

So…

…the one to be punished for his murder should also be the bastard himself.

TRAGEDY ROCKS FAMILY

DRUGS DESTROYED A FAMILY

COLLAPSE OF A FAMILY

MONEY LAUNDERED THROUGH TOURISM DARK SIDE OF KEYF HOLDING

SUICIDE OVER GRIEF OF LOSING A CHILD

Do I have to be there, huh?

Okay but Cevahir is not an easy prey.

Didn't I tell you that I don't want any obstacles?

Damn you, Adnan.

Yes, Yaşar?

İsmail.

Get ready, we're returning to Turkey.

He doesn't want any obstacles…

Well, well, well, showoff!

Easy to say from there.

What do we do here, huh? Do nothing?

The man fell into a ditch but didn't die. What else can I do?

It's obviously a murder.

Hayri would never kill himself over his son's death.

And leaving all his assets to families who lost their kids to drugs…

What am I talking about here?

This man has started to bother me.

Is it him for sure?

Of course!

He first barges into the bar.

Then killed Salih, and then Hayri.

He's been a nuisance since he got out of prison.

Hey…

…when is the renewal up for his amusement park?

My man said he has to be there in a week.

He'll let me know when he does.

I don't have any patience even for a second.

If you don't mind…

Can't anyone just shoot him?

The number of ex-cons he gave jobs to is over 3000.

They'd die for him.

Say you shot him;

What happens? You go to prison.

Which is like his home.

The one to kill that man…

…must shoot him first and then himself, got it?

It won't work that way.

We should ruin his reputation.

He should be disgraced.

Brought down.

You just work that signature thing out.

I don't want anything else from you.

Balloons, balloons for kids.

Can I get 2 tickets?

- Here. - Thank you.

- Three tickets. - Sure.

Here.

Here is five billion.

- Thanks. See you. - Bye bye.

Can I have two tickets?

I'm leaving.

Is there any news?

Tomorrow is the last day for the renter's contract renewal.

You wanted me to remind you.

Thanks.

Also, the guys who had come earlier came back.

I asked around.

None of their crimes are heinous.

Let's see.

- May it all be over! - Thanks, Dayı.

Do you have occupations?

I'm a waiter, Dayı.

I don't have one, Dayı.

I was a private driver before jail.

I'm a cook, Dayı.

We'd do anything, Dayı.

Where do you live?

We two came from Antep, Dayı.

Are there no jobs in Antep?

There are, but our village is small and people love gossip…