Am I Like My Father?

Stage 1
Füsun: Son, why don't you open your phone?

Sarp: I am quiet or have not heard. If we have the left above.

Füsun: Are you hungry? What did you talk about? Ha? I wonder. Tell me a little.

Sarp: We've never talked.

Füsun: He wants you to his team, right? They called.

Sarp: This job is not yet clear.

Füsun: I have a surprise for you now. Wait. Let's see. I adjusted it accordingly. What happened? Are you bored with something? What if you tell me baby, what happened to me? Tell me what happened?

Sarp: Oh, they postponed our graduation for two or three weeks.

Füsun: Are you bored with this?

Sarp: Yes.

Füsun: Beautiful we have been waiting for years. What is a few weeks?

Sarp: Mom. You don't like talking about my dad, though. Shall we talk a little?

Füsun: What happened now as it stood still Why do you remember the name of the sinister?

Sarp: Do you think I'm someone like my father?

Füsun: Get a windmill from your mouth. You are merciful, you are honest. You are a very kind person.

Sarp: I really do my father's work...

Füsun: God be my witness, I thought he had been trucking until that day.

Sarp: What if you knew? Would you show understanding despite that?

Füsun: Against a murderer? He crawled so much. Oh he bought it. How can I be understanding? Sweetheart. You are not someone like your father. You will never be like him.

Stage 2
Metin: Let's. Come on.

Little Sarp: Give me the ball.

Metin: Cook pear, don't fall into my mouth Sarp Effendi. You will struggle to win. Let's.

Little Sarp: Good. You'll see.

Metin: Catch Umut. Let's.

Police 3: Metin Yilmaz.

Metin: Here you go.

Police 3: We come from the murder branch. You are under arrest on the orders of Cemal Dumanlı.

Füsun: Text. What is that?

Metin: There is nothing.

Füsun: Captain. Why are you arresting my husband? He is a strong man at work, he has no crime.

Police 3: You think so. There is no heck left to eat. Your husband has 8 murders.

Füsun: Metin. Why do you keep quiet? Say lie. Talk to the slander, speak to you.

Little Sarp: Leave my father.

Police 3: Take that boy, woman.

Metin: Sarp, boy, calm down, nothing. I'll be back as soon as there's a mistake, okay?

Little Sarp: What if you don't come?

Metin: I will come, son. Your mother and brother are entrusted to you until I come. Okay?

Metin: Leave. Leave. You are not aware of who you are infected with. Then you will come with your own feet and even apologize.