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What will we do now, my bey?
-Will we let Ertuğrul have Dragos? -Ertuğrul won't let him live.
He'll die whether he talks or not.
We're his only hope.
We must save Dragos, Baturalp.
If he compromises us before dying,
if they discover that I'm Albastı,
they'll erase every trace of us from these lands.
We'll be finished.
And not only us.
They'll destroy the whole Umuroğulları tribe; none of us will be left alive.
Ertuğrul's wrath will destroy them.
We have no way of making him leave Söğüt.
And he won't let us go.
He won't... if he lives.
We'll have to finish Ertuğrul while we're rescuing Dragos.
It's our last chance.
May I come in, brother?
Come in, sister.
Excuse me, my bey.
Thank God our father's killer has been caught, brother.
I want to punish him with my own hands.
Calm down, my glorious sister. Everything has its time.
What's going on, brother?
A wounded man I've never seen before was brought here.
He was hurt, İlbilge. Isn't that enough? He'll get better and then leave.
It's not important.
I wanted to go into the healing tent. Baturalp wouldn't let me in. Your orders.
Since when are my orders questioned?
I'm not questioning your orders, I'm asking you about the man in there.
Who he is, what he does. I want to know.
Stop interfering in things you don't have the capacity to understand.
Baturalp has already explained. What else do you need to know?
It's always the same with you.
Whenever I ask you anything, you avoid giving an answer.
What are you doing that is so secret you keep it hidden from the tribe's women?
Must I explain myself to you?
I've warned you, but you still keep questioning me.
Whatever I say is law in this tribe!
I answer to no one, least of all you!
Get out of my sight before I'm forced to beat you. Go!
My sister is slowly beginning to piece things together, brother.
You know her; she won't let this go.
When it comes to matters of justice, or the union of our two tribes,
she can be very stubborn, you know.
If she mentions her doubts to Ertuğrul Bey,
he'll ask the same questions of you.
Don't let İlbilge out of your sight, Sırma.
We don't want her ruining our plans.
I told you disobedience was unforgivable,
but instead of learning from your mistake, you went on to repeat it, Bamsı.
Have you turned against me?
I wouldn't dare go against you, my bey!
You're right, I made a mistake.
But I did it for my son.
You say you were thinking about your son, but was I ever going to let them hurt him?
Didn't I explain everything to you, Bamsı?
Didn't I give the example of my own son?
Didn't I tell you I had a plan? Didn't I?
I sent Turgut after you,
but you dodged him and took matters into your own hands!
You forgot your place, Bamsı.
I didn't know. I didn't know, my bey.
I didn't listen to you.
I thought Albastı was dead.
That's why I gave them that bastard, Alıncak, my bey.
If you'd listened, you would have known.
Your rage doesn't excuse your folly.
How dare you take my prisoner and hand him over to Dragos.
How dare you negotiate for him!
My bey, you...
you're right, my bey. Everything you said is right.
But, my bey...
he's my son.
I'll accept any punishment you give me, my bey.
But you're a father too.
Who could understand my actions if not you, my bey?
I understand why you did it.
I understand, but...
you didn't listen to me.
That's why Albastı got away from us.
To hell with Albastı!
How many men did we lose?
My bey...
I can't live with this shame, my bey.
I can't look any of you in the eye, my bey.
I can't stay here.
My bey...
I'll take my tent and go away.
You'll follow your own course of action again, Bamsı?
You'll make the same mistake again?
If you do something which goes against my orders...
I'll show you no mercy, Bamsı, believe me.
Now go to your tent,
and think about what you have done.
When I'm sure your own conscience has punished you enough,
only then will I give you my decision.
All right, my bey.
All right.
Did you see anything suspicious? Think carefully.
There was someone.
He had a scar on his face, as if from a sword cut, above his eyebrow.
He looked as if he didn't want to hurt me.
And when I was hit... he ran away.
Would you know him again, İlbilge Hatun?
I would.
We'll look for him.
Let me know if you remember anything else.
I will.
You're miles away.
Is something troubling you?
The man in the healing tent.
He was injured. A trader, I think.
He's no trader.
He was one of the men who attacked Selcan Hatun.
Aybars' kidnappers.
Albastı's men.
They were afraid of hitting me.
Then why did they hit you, my lady?
I was hit in the back, from a distance.
They ran away when they saw it happen.
That man is somehow connected to my brother.
I've been observing my brother lately.
He goes out at night and he sometimes comes back wounded.
His alps go with him.
Now this man is here.
There's something odd about it.
I told Ertuğrul Bey about this man. He was suspicious too.
-I was to tell him if I saw him again. -Tell him then.
If I do, do you know what will happen?
Bloodshed between our two tribes, Mengü.
What will you do?
I'm going to go after that dog and take him by the throat when the time comes.
May I come in?
Come in, sister. Come in.
Come, sit down.
Don't let our brother upset you.
You saw how he behaved.
I only asked him about that wounded man and he got so angry.
Why do you even ask about those things?
The man was injured, so he was brought here.
My brother was already angry, and then he took that anger out on you.
Why were you so interested in him, anyway?
Do we have many visitors? The man isn't even an Umur.
I wanted to know what he was doing here.
I wouldn't have asked if I'd known it'd make him angry.
You know our brother. One spark is all it takes to light his fury.
Don't worry, he'll have calmed down again by morning.
My Bamsı.
They say trouble never looks so black in the bright light of day.
Come on. Let's get some sleep.
We can talk in the morning with clear heads.
I can't sleep, Hafsa.
When I close my eyes, I see Ertuğrul Bey.
I can't stop thinking about what he said and the way he looked at me.
You're been punishing yourself ever since you came home, Bamsı.
Ertuğrul Bey will come to understand what you did. Be sure of that.
How could you have left your son like that?
No, Hafsa, no. I didn't listen to Ertuğrul Bey.
All the time...
he was thinking about Aybars as much as I was. I didn't know.
Bamsı...
How long will you keep torturing yourself, Bamsı?
You made a mistake, just like everyone does.
You'll take your punishment.
But I do not believe Ertuğrul Bey will punish you harshly.
That doesn't matter, Hafsa. How can I forgive myself?
How can I look at them?
You'll ruin that arrow, Osman. You're daydreaming again.
I'm thinking about Bamsı Alp.
He made another mistake.
I don't know how this is going to end.
He was a brother to my father. But now...
It makes me sad.
Our father said this was a matter of upholding tradition.
Disobedience cannot be tolerated.
We should stay silent.
Listen to this.
"The tradition of justice holds up the sky.
If tradition is violated, the sky will fall.
Tradition is like water. It puts out all fires.
Tradition and the world are so intertwined that..."
"The wolf and the sheep drink together."
Father.
I'm proud of you, children.
Sit down.
That is the advice of our ancestors.
You don't read those verses for nothing.
Tell me, why were you reading them?
I'm worried about Bamsı Alp.
You said it was about tradition. That it was about disobedience.
I understand that, but... Aybars was saved after all.
Where will this lead us?
Son, we are on the path of a holy cause.
Disobedience disrupts our journey along that path.
Let me give you an example to help you understand.
There was once a great khagan who lived in the fatherland a long time ago.
That khagan had a blessed goal.
That goal was to ensure the holy tradition was upheld throughout the world.
But the alps who served under him spent their days in the pursuit of pleasure...
hunting, in particular.
The khagan decided that if he was to achieve his holy goal,
he would need to put them in order with a will as hard as steel.
One day he gathered all his alps.
He stood them in front of their horses then turned to his own.
He ordered them to attack whatever he shot with his arrow.
The khagan then shot his own horse.
The alps were shocked. They didn't understand how he could ask them
to shoot their precious horses.
It was very difficult for them.
They prized their horses above everything else.
Some of them followed his order.
But some of them couldn't bear to shoot their horses.
There and then, the khagan killed those who didn't shoot their horses.
The khagan did this a couple more times.
Soon after, the alps learned to follow his orders without question.
They shot their arrows without hesitation wherever the khagan shot his.
His army had a will of steel and unbreakable loyalty.
The great khagan conquered many lands with them.
He made sure tradition was upheld everywhere he triumphed.
Did the khagan tell his alps to shoot their horses
merely to teach them to obey his commands, Father?
Not for that reason alone, son.
As I said, their horses were the alps' greatest treasure.
The khagan was testing their will.
He made them kill the horses
so they would know what it was to give up earthly treasures.
To make them dedicate themselves completely to the cause.
A real man's greatest treasure is his cause, sons.
Only those who are prepared to sacrifice their glittering jewels, their treasure,
their titles, their wealth,
and even those they hold closest to them,
can walk this holy path.
That's why obeying an order is obeying the cause.
Now, do you understand what it really means to follow an order?
Holy Christ.
Help me.
Help this warrior who has dedicated his life to the holy cause.
Branas, Beybolat...
I'll wait until my last breath for you to save me.
May my last step before death be the first step towards my rebirth.
May I come in, brother?
Come in, Sırma.
I want to see that demon punished, brother.
Now is not the time. Dragos is unpredictable.
He is treacherous and conniving. I'd like to spit on that devil's face.
Please let me do it.
I understand your pain, Sırma.
I'll put his head on a spike and parade it in front of the whole tribe.
Then, you can spit on it.
Now, I must hurry.
Chief Alp Bamsı?
-Hodja. -What's happened? You seem sad.
Who should be sad if not me?
I'm in so much pain, I can't help it.
No matter what I do...
it doesn't get any better.
It's like... it's like there's a raven inside me.
It's devouring me, piece by piece.
Come now.
Tell me what happened.
Here.
Tell me now, what could have happened to make you feel this way?
Hodja...
I disobeyed Ertuğrul Bey.
I acted on my own.
My mistake... rebounded on me.
I can't look anyone in the tribe in the eye.
My brother-in-arms, Ertuğrul Bey, can't bear to look at me.
You made a mistake.
You accept that and regret it.
That's repentance.
Repentance is like a tree with its roots in the heart.
Its branches are on the lips.
When tears are warmed by regret and fall from the eyes...
then, the branches of the tree of repentance blossom.
Without regret, words and sentences become withered and bare branches.
Hodja, this was such a terrible mistake that...
my heart doesn't feel right.
It's not going away.
I can't forgive myself.
I know that Ertuğrul Bey is unable to either.
Hodja, I have known many enemies, fought many battles.
But I haven't known anything like this battle of conscience and regret.
Bamsı Alp, self-pity does not befit a Muslim.
Because the Great Allah accepts repentance.
If Allah forgives a servant of his...
then he puts his love in the people's hearts.
Because their hearts are within the reach of Allah.
Since your heart is burning with regret and your eyes are all red...
Allah has granted you your repentance.
The Great Allah, who has granted you repentance,
will make those who are angry with you, forgive you.
Your situation makes me think of an event
involving our Prophet and his companion.
Which event was that?
The expedition to Tabuk.
Also known as the Expedition to Ursa.
It was a long and difficult road.
Our Prophet called his companion to join the expedition.
The believers came to him.
There were hypocrites who didn't join.
They hadn't joined previous expeditions.
They always had excuses.
Our Prophet knew them, so he didn't say anything,
and he accepted their excuses.
Three believers didn't join the expedition.
In the end, there was no battle.
The Prophet's army returned as they had left.
Those who hadn't joined the expedition...
presented their excuses to our Prophet.
The three believers told the Prophet...
they had no excuse for not joining his expedition and they asked
to be forgiven.
Our Prophet, in his wisdom,
left it to Allah to forgive them.
He didn't talk to them.
He didn't even greet them.
Your Prophet, who, when he talked, you didn't so much as breathe,
who, when he looked at you, you felt full of life,
whose face you looked at without blinking,
wouldn't talk to you or look at you,
or even turn his face towards you.
Can you imagine that?
How could you bear it?
Do you know how long it lasted?
Exactly 50 days and 50 nights.
Neither the Prophet, nor the believers, talked to them.
Our Prophet even asked their wives to stay away from them.
One of them was very old so he allowed his wife to help him.
Their tears, their regret,
their cries, were heard all over Medina.
Until... Allah sent down this verse of the chapter Tawba.
Allah accepted the repentance of those three men
who didn't join the expedition.
In the end, the whole world became too small for them.
Their consciences wouldn't leave them in peace.
And they understood they had no one left but Allah.
So, Allah granted them repentance to make them as they were.
Surely, Allah always allows repentance,
and covers everything with his mercy.
Ertuğrul Bey didn't leave you alone with your conscience as a punishment.
He's offering you a way out.
Thankfully...
with your tears and your regret, you're already looking for a way out.
Don't despair.
Just as you showed your regret here,
you must show your regret before your bey.
I believe that your bey, who knows how you are feeling,
will forgive you.
I hope so, Hodja.
I hope so.
Allah bless you, Hodja.
Allah bless us all.
May I come in, my bey?
Come in, Selcan Hatun.
-Are you going to Söğüt, my bey? -Why do you ask, Selcan Hatun?
I wish to see his death.
Let me come with you.
The death of one such as Dragos will not be like other deaths, Selcan Hatun.
We must be on our guard until his head is under our sword.
We'll punish him for justice.
I want only the alps there.
You know best, my bey.
-Punish him! -Kill him!
Punish him!
Nobody moves until I give the signal.
Don't worry, my bey. We know what to do.
Good. Good.
My alps are waiting in the square.
They're eager to see justice done, Turgut Bey.
Don't worry, Beybolat Bey, it is our duty to make sure justice is done.
May Allah bless our margrave.
Amen.
Is Ertuğrul Bey here?
He'll be here soon.
Did Ertuğrul Bey learn what he wanted from that dog, Turgut Bey?
He didn't say a word.
Subtitle translation by Berk Meydanlı