bak beyim

look gentelman... i have few words for you...

you are grown man ... you got money , assets... you got eveything ... thousands are working under your commands... is that
worthy to threaten one's job for you ? is that worthy to leave the offspring in winter , to starve ?

but how can it be unworthy ... are'nt you the one who show no mercy even if his daughter , grudge her drop of happiness...

sir, dont you understand ? they love each other...

but i am talking to avail... i'm trying to explain the love to that man who havent meet before.

You're the boss , billionaire , well heeled , owner of factories , mister saim.. you are great ? no i am the great ,

i am... master yaşar ! you are none in my sight ! you got it ? none !!! youre not worthy as a stam in my sight !

but , you better know this , you cant touch my son or my bride . you can not destroy , smash in ! you can not defeat us !

cause we are bound up each other with love , not with money . we love each other , we are the family , you think your power is enough to destroy it ?

do not touch my family anymore !

i , who didnt even hurt an ant in his existence , master yaşar , shoot you recklessly , if you give harm to them

you get it ? i shoot you ! i shoot you and i dont even look back !