01x07 - Episode 7

[bunniefuu]

[sighs]

Can you believe this?

[clicks tongue]

She should be ashamed.

She should be what, Meryem?

The Hodja's daughter should be ashamed?

No, the other one, I meant.

She ran away.

And the Hodja's daughter
really had no idea what it was about?

That's what she said.

The poor girl could hardly talk.

She was shaking all over.

This is the Hodja's daughter, Meryem.

And he told me
that his daughter would never lie.

So, if he says she wouldn't,
then she wouldn't.

No, of course she wouldn't.

Don't you think all these things
are somehow related?

I mean, who is that girl?
What does she want?

Where's Ruhiye?
And why did I get stabbed in the leg?

When that girl att*cked me,
I thought I was gonna die, Meryem.

I was all ready to say
my last prayers before dying, I swear.

God forbid, Yasin.
Don't even say something like that.

You should tell the police about it,
shouldn't you?

Tell them?

Tell them what, huh?

The Hodja? His daughter?

You want to drag them into it?

You really think that's a good idea?

A holy man and teacher,
whose wife just d*ed?

A respected civil servant
of the community?

A retired one, yeah.

These last two months now...

Half the things I've had to deal with.

Now, it's only been one month.
It's all happened in one month.

Look at me.

Just when I was starting to get...

back on my feet again,

my wife's gone,

my son's gone too. [sniffles]

Sure, I didn't always appreciate him
when he was here, I know.

[sobs]
But I miss the little guy so much, Meryem.

I just want to hug him again.

Just let me know that he's all right,
and I don't care if he talks again.

If he doesn't want to talk, that's fine.
I won't force him, I swear.

Whatever he wants.

Whatever he wants.

[sniffles]

[sighs]

What did you mean by that?

What?

About the Hodja being retired.
What did you mean by that?

I didn't mean anything by it.

What did you mean
you didn't mean anything by it?

- You must have meant something...
- Okay.

What if they know something
and they're hiding it from you?

Who? The Hodja and his daughter?

No, but if she was the one
who threw the rock, this girl,

then maybe they know about Ruhiye.

She knows nothing. Trust me.

- The Hodja's daughter, you mean?
- No, I mean the one who took off.

What did she say?

I just went up to them and asked them,
"What are you two doing?"

The girl started screaming,
"What would I know about your wife?"

Except, the language she used.
The mouth on her.

[clicks tongue]

She started swearing.
Pissed me off, you know.

She was calling my wife,
my family, terrible things.

So, I slugged her. Hard.

Knocked her down.

Then she jumps up and out of nowhere,
she stabs me in the leg.

She stabs me!

No warning at all.

[sighs]

[song playing over headphones]

A HISTORY OF
UNDERDEVELOPMENT IN TURKEY

[Hodja] Hayrunnisa?

[Hayrunnisa hums along]

Hayrunnisa?

Darling.

[Hayrunnisa continues humming]

Hayrunnisa.

[gasps]

Hayrunnisa, what's wrong?

- [cell phone rings]
- What were you doing?

[ringing stops]

Daughter, you're frightening me.

I was just listening to music.

What sort of music?

Foreign.

But, why would you listen
to foreign music? [clicks tongue]

You have no idea what they're saying.

For all you know, they could be cursing.

Then I'm cursing back at them, Papa.

Don't, dear.

[cries] I'm still grieving.

In my dream, your mother and I...

were driving in the van,

and I say to her...

"Well, Mesude, here we are.

Together, we are on our way...

to visit the graves of our ancestors.

So, why are you abandoning me?

Don't you want to go the rest of the way?"

She laughs...

like she thinks I'm making a joke.

So, I...

I say, "Look, now, this isn't funny.
Stop laughing."

But she doesn't.

Remember those fits of giggles
she sometimes used to have?

What was the name of that kid,

the one who had the large forehead?

[Hayrunnisa] Engin Günaydın.

Engin Günaydın, that's it.

She laughs like she used to laugh at him.

And pretty soon both of us are laughing.

All night long.

Just laughing our full heads off.

I almost forgot to pray.

I didn't want to wake up, Hayrunnisa.

I just wanted to stay,

hang out there...

in that dream world.

I feel like I could have stayed
in that dream forever.

In...

In our dreams,
we try to imagine the afterlife.

Now...

Now that I am much nearer the end
than the beginning of my journey...

I wonder if they are not the same,

that our dream of the afterlife
is the afterlife.

[Hodja sniffles]

Ever since your mother left us...

I don't know...

I don't know what I'm saying anymore.

Why do you go and sleep in the van, Papa?

I feel good in there.

[Hayrunnisa] In what way?

Oh, darling, in every kind of way.

But I don't think I could explain it.

I don't have the words.

Try to.

[Hodja] Hmm?

What was that?

I'm going back to Konya, Papa.

I already spoke to Student Affairs.

When did you...

When was this arranged?

It was before Mom had d*ed.

Well, well.

But you didn't feel
like telling your father about it?

Couldn't you have come and asked me?

Yes, of course, I could have.

So you're leaving me, then?

You're going off
and leaving me behind, Hayrunnisa?

Papa.

[Hodja] Yes?

You should go, too.

Where?

Where else would I go?

[sheep bells ringing]

[dogs barking]

[horse neighs]

[cow moos]

[water spluttering]

[woman] You let me know
when you're hungry, sweetie.

- [dishes rattling]
- [water splashing]

[melancholic music playing]

[birds cawing]

[Rezan groaning]

[grunting and breathing heavily]

[moaning]

So, when are they coming home?

On Friday, they said.

Is that sh*t that you gave him
making him like this?

Of course not.
It has nothing to do with this.

He was never like this.

He wasn't shaking this bad before.

Did you even listen to the doctors?

It's typical with his kind of condition.

So they say.

Exactly.

That is what they say. Yeah.

- What the hell is wrong with you?
- Stop shouting.

Stop being an idiot!

You better watch how you talk to me
or I swear,

I will break this chair over your head.

Fine, go on. Do it, Gülan.

Do you actually smoke that sh*t, huh?

Let's drop it.
Let's talk about something else.

[snorts]

I wonder how you got like this.

[scoffs]

Like what? What am I like?

Take a look in the mirror.

Leave me alone. Worry about yourself.

We're done here, okay?

You could never keep a man, could you?

What?

Well, am I lying?

It's because you're always arguing.

Always having to have
the last word on everything.

With sh*t like that,
is it any wonder a guy would leave you?

You sit on your ass
listening to strangers problems all day.

The "know-it-all." Mm-hmm.

The expert on everything.

Always knows best.

If you say, "black,"
she's gonna say, "white."

And no use arguing with her.

She wins every argument.

Till eventually what happens is
you end up with no one left to argue with.

And so you end up alone, at your age.

And going to the gym won't help,

or the swimming,
or the spinning, or the yoga,

or any of that sh*t.

Oh, merciful God, take pity on her.

[prays]

[in English]
Hand me that lighter over there.

The hell, I will. [grunts]

[Gülan] You f*cking get off me!

- What do you think...
- [Gülbin] Gülan!

[Gülan] Get off me! You're crazy!

- I'm going to take your head off!
- [Gülbin] Get off me!

[Gülbin and Gülan fighting next door]

[moans]

[moans and groans]

[moans]

[groans]

All right.

[breathes heavily]

All right, will you please
let go of my hair now?

Gülan.

Gülan.

You're hurting me. Let go. [winces]

Gülan.

Can you let go? Please.

[Gülbin] f*ck! [exhales]

[both breathe heavily]

[exhales deeply]

[Gülbin sniffles]

[Gülbin exhales]

I don't know who it was...

who kicked my pregnant mother's belly
when I was in there.

But they are still here, kicking me.

And who was the one who had dragged us
here all the way from our village

so many years ago.

A different name, a different face,

but there is always somebody
getting kicked somewhere.

[Gülbin whimpers]

And you...

my own sister,

daughter of the woman
who took all those kicks to her stomach,

the sister of that crippled kid,

why do kiss the shoes of whoever it is
that keeps kicking us to the ground?

Are you so blind
that you can't see it, sister?

What happened to you?

What did this to you?

[whimpers] Don't you...

Don't you see how us
being at each other's throats

is exactly what they want?

[Gülbin sobs]

Stop, please.

We've got to stop.

[Gülbin whimpers]

Please, Gülan.

Gülan.

[prays softly]

[prays softly]

[Gülbin sobs]

[Gülan continues praying]

[in English] Amen.

Amen, Gülan.

- [Gülan continues praying]
- Amen.

[shouts] Amen! Amen, Gülan! Amen!
You can stop now. What are you doing?

[Gülan prays loudly]

That's it.

Enough!

Enough!

That's enough already. All right?

- [Ramazan] Ruhiye?
- [Ruhiye gasps]

[screams and breathes heavily]

Go on.

Use it, and bring peace to us both.

It was 20 years ago.

We were ignorant.
We didn't know any better.

What do you want?
Tell me what I should do.

I have two kids, Ruhiye.
One is still a baby.

Go ahead. Pull the trigger
and put me out of my misery.

As God is my witness,
I won't run or try to stop you.

We were kids, Ruhiye.

I came from nowhere.

When I moved here,
I saw things I'd never seen before.

I couldn't control myself.

And God punished me
for what I did back then.

Today, I wouldn't even trust a kid
that age to carry a basket of eggs.

It was a mistake. I admit it.

But to have your husband shame me
in front of the whole village?

My arm is ruined.

I can't even lift it.

My foot is gone. I can barely walk.

I can't go to the vineyards
or the olive groves. I can't work.

And you see my face.

Why are you still coming here, Ruhiye?
What do you want?

What more do you want?

This wasn't enough?

Your husband att*cked me
with a stick in the village square.

He ruined my face and my name.

That's not enough?

Yasin.

Yasin b*at you?

[Ramazan] He tells me he has some land
he wants me to help him sell.

He drives and drives,
until he's got me way up in the mountains.

And for two hours, he interrogates me.

I said, "If this is going to end
with you b*ating me,

then please do it here,
not in the middle of the town."

But he parked in the middle of the square.

They call my oldest girl
"the pervert's daughter."

She comes home from school crying.

[Ramazan] I prayed at the mosque
and then came here.

Take it, Ruhiye. sh**t me.

I won't lift a finger, I swear.

[Ramazan breathing heavily]

You weren't.

What?

We were kids. You weren't.

[Ramazan sniffles]

[breathes heavily]

[sobs and laughs hysterically]

[continues laughing]

[exhales]

ARTIFICIAL BLOOD MADE OF SUGAR CANE

TINCTURE OF IODINE

CROSSWORD

So what happened, Mom?

Hmm?

What do you care?
What would you know about anything?

What does that mean?

[Vicdan] Lots of things have happened.

What happened, Mom?

Drink your tea. Let's forget it.

[Sinan] Let's not.

Don't just sit there giving me that face.

Tell me what happened.

It was the kid that said
that I should call you

and let you know.

He insisted, that's why.

[cries] Otherwise, I wouldn't have...

What kid?

Ercan.

Who's Ercan?

From next door. The son of our neighbors.

Ercan from next door.

And what did this kid say?

That I should call you and tell you.

[Sinan] That you'd fallen down.

Really?

So, if he hadn't insisted,
you wouldn't have called me?

[Vicdan] If it wasn't for him,

I would have laid here
till I d*ed all alone.

Look, Mom.

So you called me, and I came.

Why are you being like this?

[cries] Your father used to say...

[mimics crying] What did Father say?

Well, what?

You always start to say something
and then you don't finish.

So, what is it?

What did he say?

Just tell me whatever it is
you're trying to tell me!

Spit it out or sh*t it out!

- Just get it off your f*cking chest!
- [cup rattles]

Just say what you've got to say!

Now I have to listen
to language like that?

Wonderful. How nice. How nice, son.

Look, Mom, let's just stop this, okay?

No respect.

You come around here
quick enough when you're in trouble.

I'm here now, Mom.

I couldn't even get myself up,
and if Ercan hadn't come...

He said it wasn't right.

He said, "You should call him, Mother.
Tell him what happened. He should know."

"Mother?"

The kid next door calls you "Mother"?

[Vicdan] Always scolding people.
You have no shame.

Where is your respect?

I gave birth to an ungrateful dog.

Set his bowl down for him,
and he bites your arm.

You know, your late father...

f*ck my late father, and f*ck Ercan, too!

[shouts] Don't you want to hit me?

Why not hit me while you're at it?

There's some keema there.

You just need to warm it up a little.

I made it for you.

Did you hear me?

Are you warming it up?

Sinan?

[Sinan sighs]

[Vicdan breathes heavily]

[Vicdan exhales]

[both panting]

[Sinan] Are you comfy?

I am, yeah.

What's wrong with you?

I'm sorry, Mom.

[Sinan sniffles]

For...

For swearing at you.

Is there still no one in your life, Sinan?

Hmm?

What?

I mean, is there anyone you've met?

The years fly by, son,
without you knowing it.

They fly right by, and then they're gone.

I pray for you every day, Sinan.

I ask God to bring you good work,
good people in your life.

I don't ask for a grandchild anymore.
That wasn't fated to happen.

And it's too late for me.

But I pray to Him
not to leave you alone on this earth.

I pray that you should have a home,
that you should have a family.

- If you could just find a nice girl...
- Oh my God...

There you go.

Getting mad again.

Mom, please don't worry about that now.

Just get some rest, please. Okay?

I'll be right in the other room.
So, call if you need anything.

Did you eat the keema?

I don't like keema, Mom.

My father does. Did.

Ercan likes it, too.

Glad you're feeling better.

- So, am I getting out?
- Soon, sir.

Thank you.

[cell phone ringing]

Hello.

Yasin?

Ruhiye?

[Ruhiye] It's me.

Ruhiye, good God, woman.
Where are you? And where is my son?

I called so you wouldn't
worry about us, Yasin.

Are you serious? Of course I'm worried.

Where's my son, Ruhiye?

He's right here with me.
And we're both fine.

Everything's fine, Yasin.
There's nothing to worry about.

We'll be home soon.
We'll be leaving here shortly.

Leaving where? How soon?

- Hello...
- Yasin, hello?

Hello.

Of course this f*cking piece
of sh*t battery is dead!

[breathes heavily]

The line went dead.

- How much do I owe you for that?
- No, don't worry about it.

That's kind of you.

Do you know what time
the Çanakkale bus comes in?

It leaves from the main square every hour.

İsmail.

You're ready to go home now?

You miss your sister?

Sure you do. And Papa too, I bet.

And your Auntie Meryem, too.
Have you missed her?

- You said every hour. Is that right?
- [proprietor] Every hour on the hour.

[seagulls cawing]

[vacuum cleaner whirring]

Should I change the sheets
in the guest room, ma'am?

Which room?

The room down at the end of the hall
that has the large bathroom.

That isn't a guest room.
It's my daughter's.

Ah. You want me to change the sheets?

Yes, go ahead.

[seagulls cawing]

[whistling]

[Hilmi crooning]

[imitates bird call]

[gobbles]

[Hilmi crooning]

- [mimics gobbling]
- [turkey gobbles]

Good morning, Meryem. How are you?

I'm fine. How are you?

You don't mind if I call you Meryem, then?

It is my name.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Where are you going?

I'm going to catch the bus.

Which one?

It's the first one that comes usually.

I meant, which number?
The number on the side of it.

The 12.

Right. The one that comes from Bozhane
on the ring road.

Then after the Ayazağa roundabout,
it goes over the bridge, into town.

I wouldn't know.
That's only up to the driver, isn't it?

Yeah. You're right.

Anyway, I could walk with you
to the bus stop, if you want.

Don't you have work?

Yes.

Yeah.

This is better.

Let's go, then, or I'll miss the bus.

[cell phone ringing]

What is it, Mom?

Peri?

[Peri] Yes, Mom.

What are you doing?

You know what I'm doing. Working.

- If you're with a patient...
- [Peri] No, no. Go ahead. What is it?

I was just looking at old photos.

What old photos?

[Feray] I can't believe we took so many.

Italy's here, Portugal, the beach house...

I had the maid clean the cabinets,
and out came the photo albums.

I couldn't resist leafing through them.

We didn't go anywhere without a camera.

There are some good ones.
I could scan them and send them to you.

Sure, why don't you?

Peri dear.

Yes, Mom?

- I don't mean to pry.
- Go ahead.

Are you alright? You just seemed
a little down the other night.

Yeah, I am.

Whatever happened with... you know...

No, I don't.

Uh, you know who I mean.

Who, Mom?

That lawyer that you were seeing.

You went out to dinner with him...?

Why are you dragging this up now?

I just happened to think of it.

Really? Looking through old photos
made you think of this?

Never mind. Forget I even brought it up.

Hazal!

Would you come and get this?

Mom, are you talking to me?

I was calling Hazal.

Her name's Reşide, Mom.
Hazal was the last one.

Oh, well, Reşide, then. Whatever.

Look, Peri, about these photos...

I'm sorry, Mom.
My next patient's here. I've got to go.

[Peri breathes heavily]

[Hilmi] So this fellow Jung.
And this is the point...

He says there are two stages
to a person's life.

The first stage
is the effort to prove oneself.

He calls this the ego.

Some call it the self.

But "ego," "self," it's the same thing.

It doesn't really matter
what people call it.

But then of course,
there's this next stage,

the second stage.

It comes when a person
has more or less reached maturity

and had some success in life.

He knows himself now.

The repressed parts of his personality
are no longer his destiny.

Those things are now
just a part of his life.

He's able to confront himself.

Jung calls this "the shadow,"
"the stepping out of yourself,

the ability to know yourself
and your dark side.

And we all have a dark side.
You have one, I have one.

The Hodja, even.

I mean, everyone.

Even politicians
and the government have one.

Of course, with them,
it's up to us to see it.

No one can stop them from going
to the dark side except for us.

I mean, we can see when it happens.

And we have to vote accordingly.

Anyway...

Where do you get all this from?

Nowhere.

Well...

it's just all in my head.

There are things I've been thinking about.

I'm sorry for talking so much.

No, I meant what books or whatever.
You must read a lot to know all that.

There's so much out there.
It's incredible.

You know, almost every town,
whether it's big or small,

almost every town
has its own library nowadays.

And then there's everything
on the internet, of course.

But to most of us, you know,
it's like it isn't even really there.

We, human beings...

We let all of this vital information,
all this knowledge,

just pass by
like a train chugging through the night.

No one even bothers to wake up.

- No one except you.
- I try. I do the best I can.

Of course,
no one can keep up with everything.

- Not even you? Really?
- Well, I try, but...

Oh...

I see.

Well, okay.

So long then.

- Have a nice day.
- Thanks. You too.

I forgot. I made you something.

It's not much.

A gift.

[Meryem] A gift?

A little one. I made it for you.

[Meryem] Ah.

A little gift.

You shouldn't have gone to the trouble.

It wasn't... No trouble at all.

Well, thank you very much.

- Oh look, here's the bus.
- Yeah, that's it.

The one that goes
the long way around Dikili, right?

Then comes over that bridge
before it gets to Kavacık.

It can get
pretty congested there sometimes.

But the traffic keeps moving.

And once you pass
the turn off for Mollatepe,

it's all downhill from there.

So don't worry. You'll be okay.

[Meryem] Okay.

Did she ask for directions, you moron?

Are you a GPS?

[lively music playing]

PSYCHIATRIST

[Meryem pants] Oh! You're here!

Ruhiye finally turned up.

We haven't seen her yet,
though she called Yasin on the phone.

It's good news, isn't it?

What?

Have I come at a bad time?

[Meryem] Oh. Oh my!

What...

[İsmail] Mama?

[Ruhiye] Sweetie?

İsmail?

[Ruhiye whimpers]

What, sweetie? What is it?

Where are we going?
I thought we were going home, Mama.

Yes, we are going home. You're right.

But let's first say goodbye
to Aunt Semiha.

And then we can take the bus home, okay?

Does that sound good, İsmail?

Oh, to hear your voice again!

Ooh!

Ooh.

Are you my handsome boy, huh?

Just listen to you chattering away!

When did you get to be
such a chatterbox? [laughs]

Come on, let's go.

Oh, sweetie.