Beyoğlu'nun En Güzel Abisi

A murder committed on New Year's Eve... A man's body found in the back streets of Tarlabaşı. The most handsome of the murdered men, perhaps the worst. A shameful truth revealed by dark secrets. Men who are victims of their pride, women who have to live their lives. A man trying to protect his innocence in this bed of murders, in this garden of evil, in this market where human flesh is sold. The sad story of Beyoğlu, which was once the most popular place in Istanbul.

Darkness... A darkness that gets heavier with the cold weather. Songs come to your ears from far away, joyful women's screams, drunken cries out of control, maybe someone is cursing, maybe someone is crying, someone is sobbing, maybe someone is dying silently in the middle of this noise and turmoil. Not give a damn about. Stripped of it all, just anger...

He walks without knowing where he is going, surrounded by hatred. That monster called jealousy has your heart in its steel grip and is constantly squeezing it. "Women," says a voice from the depths of his mind... "Women, you can't play with them... You think you are playing, but the next thing you know, you are the real toy." The faces of the women who came into his life appear on the ground of the street. One by one, their images fall at his feet. All of them are humbled, all of them have sadness in their eyes. They are all sad... He doesn't care, he walks over them as if they were a puddle, but the images fall to the ground again. "Women," says that voice again, "You can never get rid of women, their ghosts will follow you all your life."
(From the Promotional Bulletin)