01x04 - Episode 4

[bunniefuu]

TO LOVE, TO LOSE

SCREENWRITING IN PILL FORM
BY AFIFE JALE: INTIMACY

SCRIPT - CHARACTER - PLOT

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Our pill today
is the most critical so far.

I'll start over.

It's an exceptionally exciting part
of the story,

Naturally,
every episode should be exciting,

but what do you think
the audience is really waiting for?

Of course,
this is crucial in a love story.

What's the most anticipated event overall?

The audience is dying to know how
the protagonists will get closer, right?

When will it finally happen?

INTIMACY

We don't wanna put this off.

We all know it's going to ha… happen.
But when and how?

The woman, Afife,
why did she fall in love with this man?

What did this man see in the woman?

Why does he insist on calling
this stupid b*tch "professor?"

Afife's got answers to these questions.

BEST SHOW OF THE YEAR
"HELP, AGHA"

God, this woman.

What is she wearing?

We're starting another beautiful day

at the Afife Diner, the pearl of Balat.

You're all invited
to this feast of flavors.

We've got great variety.

Our motto speaks for itself.

Here, you eat anything you want
and avoid high prices.

Look at this menu.

And… the magician
behind our magnificent flavors,

Chef Perihan Kazan.

Thanks, Mrs. Director.
That's enough for our socials.

- All right, everyone, back to work!
- It really did turn out great.

Onion master, I need you!

There's nothing good.

There's no info
on loan sharking on the Internet.

Please stop being so stubborn
and let Kemal explain it to us.

We can't do this without him.

So let's not do it.

How are we supposed to ask him?
It's so inappropriate.

It's like asking the Mafia
how they justify killings and extortion.

- Shut up. Sh.
- Hello, ladies.

- Hi.
- Lovely to see you, Muharrem, hi.

- Care for a cup of tea?
- That's kind.

I'll pass, sweetheart.

You know where it is.
Feel free to get some.

What about our discount?
What did your fiancée say?

- He's engaged?
- So it seems, yeah.

They're still young. We'll see.
They should wait till they grow up.

Neslihan says
we're not changing the rates.

You got under her skin last night,.
She won't budge.

Yeah, fine. I get it.

Look! You've got a great book today.
Why don't you sit down and read?

Actually, Professor, you recommended it.

Junkman! Bring out your junk!

- Mm.
- Psst.

No, you idiot.

Uh… Hey. Could you tell me if this rings?

- Sure thing.
- Mm.

The guy's got a master's degree
in loan sharking.

- Come on. We need this.
- Is he just pretending to read?

Baturay can look into it.

He should do it. He's the one
who got the loan sharks involved.

Let him do the damn research.

You know he had no idea
what he was getting into.

Someone else put him up to it.
Afife, you two have a special connection.

He calls you professor.
He wouldn't turn you down.

Call for you.

Uh, thanks.

It's just a friend of mine.

CREDIT CARDS TEMPORARILY NOT ACCEPTED

I'm here, guys!

Hey, boss! I ran all the errands.

Fidan and I have
a job interview after work.

- We'll do the dishes after. Don't freak.
- Oh, my baby boy. Don't wear yourself out.

How are we gonna pay off all this debt
while we still make so little?

- How can we earn more?
- You talking to me?

- I'm talking to everyone.
- We can sell our belongings to pay it off.

What do we have to sell?

Ugh. Is that really it?

It's everything we've got
that has some value.

Dad's watch.

Still works.

We've got two original Nevhiz paintings.

There's that antique desk over there.

This diamond brooch.

A fountain pen.

And two lamps.

I brought those back
from the States, sweetheart.

I'm not selling this brooch.

It's really special.
Don't make me. It means a lot to me.

Very well, Perihan, dear.

How about you get nothing for it
from a bailiff instead? Huh?

Ali, find anything yet?

I've got this, but I'm sorry,
I'm not selling this guitar.

- Give it.
- Hold on.

- Hand it over.
- No way.

As far as guitars go,
this is a Stradivarius.

Dad gave it to me.
He got it from Erkin Koray.

- You serious?
- Swear to God.

- How much is it worth, do you think?
- Probably at least five or six thousand.

- Seriously? You have to hand it over.
- Maybe even more.

- Come on!
- No way!

- We need the money. Give it!
- No, stop.

- Get off! I'll never give it.
- I'll buy you a new one.

- When our show gets picked up.
- Why would I want a new one?

Erkin Koray has touched this.
That's why it's priceless. Let go!

If it breaks, I won't be able to sell it!

- You better believe I'll get it.
- Not a chance!

And now, last but not least,

this lovely silver box.

- Worth about 200, right?
- No, more than that.

- Weren't there pictures in here?
- Hmm-mm?

Fidan, you're gonna love these.

I may be the queen of the kitchen
to you now,

but I'm actually so much more than that.

Brace yourself. She'll go on till morning.
You're giving up that guitar.

Ha! You wish.

Let's see what's in here.

My, my.

This was called Doctor's Troubles.
Their father played the shrink.

And that's who I was,
the patient the doctor's in love with.

I'm guessing this was a play?

It was. And wherever we traveled
with this play, the theater was sold out.

Let me see.
Oh, I don't know where this one was taken.

Datça.

We toured in the summer.

Oh, what a son of a b*tch.

What a talent though.

He never went to theater school.
He was just a natural, you know?

He had a knack for comedy.

His timing was impeccable.

A true artist.

He knew his limits,
and he made them work for him.

He wrote some great roles for me.

The Kazan Cabaret had me as its face

and him as its heart.

Oh, those were the good old days.

But he's gone now.

Mm. I'm getting…

Oh, Mom, it's okay. Don't you worry.
What's with the water works?

It's fine. Don't cry.
Ali, come. Get in here.

Oh, Mom…

I got you good, you suckers!

You really fell for it, right?

Gotcha! That's great acting for you.

Lying and making it believable.

You're something else, Ma.

She always does this,
and we always fall for it.

- Guess we really are suckers.
- Remember Nina's monologue in The Seagull?

- Oh God. Here we go again.
- "Now I am a real actress."

"I act with joy… with exaltation."

"I am intoxicated by it."

"And I feel that I am superb.
I feel the strength of my spirit growing."

Mom, please shut up.

Attack her or she'll never stop. Attack!

"The master said, 'The magic stems
from the actor, not from the words.'"

- Go for it!
- Attack!

That's it! We've got you now!
I'm gonna bite ya!

Bite her!
We were looking for something to sell.

- How did we segue to Chekhov? To Adler?
- Come here! I'm gonna bite ya!

Because we hold them
in our hearts. Stop tickling me!

- I swear, I'm gonna pass out!
- "The magic stems from the actor."

"It doesn't stem from the words."

- I'm begging! Stop! Get off me!
- Cut it out!

How much did he take?

What does it matter anyway?
What's important is how we deal with it.

Here's your coffee.

Oh. Thank you, dear.

- Kemal, would you like some?
- No, thanks. I have to get going.

- Where are you going?
- Home, Grandma.

As you're well aware,
I have a house guest.

He needs his meds.
All right, I'll see you soon.

Okay, see you soon.

- Have a good night.
- See you.

- Is Muharrem still staying with him?
- Just for now. We'll find a solution.

We'll get him into a nice home.
Kemal will be glad to see him go.

Hang on, I'll see you out.

Good night.

- What are you up to tomorrow?
- Same.

- The diner?
- I guess, yeah. Why?

We should send someone else, Kemal.

Kartal needs you
to give him a hand in the showroom.

There was a potential sale yesterday.
He missed his shot. Couldn't handle it.

That sorry excuse for a woman said
awful things to me at the restaurant.

- How can you--
- For God's sake.

It's not like I'm going there to enjoy it.

It's good for my father.
He eats there. He takes his pills.

He looks like he has the desire
to live when he's there.

Trust me, it's the last place I wanna be.

Seems like you're set
on not doing what your fiancée wants.

I'll take you to the furniture store,
I promise.

Come here.

I can last through the night with that.

- Good night, you.
- Good night.

Rough game!

- Things are gonna get better.
- Who is this?

- Wife!
- Everyone gave it their all.

Who is this?

He seems to think
I know everyone on TV personally.

That's Mr. so-and-so. The sports guy.

Ugh, I forgot what I was seeing in this.

Are you listening?

I noticed he's really respectful
when he's around her.

- Who are you talking about?
- I know he's compassionate.

He always tries to help the debtors now,
but I feel like he's losing his edge.

It's like… he's a different guy.

Is this the girl from the diner?

- I thought you went for dinner with her.
- Uh-huh. We did.

Oh.

Do you think she's a threat to you two?

No. It's really not that serious.

I think you should tell Kudret
to send another guy to collect.

Kemal wants to go.

Uncle Muharrem seems better
when he's there.

Muharrem cannot go on living with him.

He should be in a nursing home,
an institution, a hospital.

If a mother says this about her son,
there's a reason.

It's for your own good, child.

Muharrem has never done anything good
for this family. He never will.

A leopard can't change its spots.

The man let his own son go to prison.

That's not right.

Look. I see a wedding dress.

- Purest white.
- Oh!

Sorry, guys.

I wish I could tell you to come play
some tunes, but live music is gone.

Okay, fine. But about waiters,
running errands, that kinda stuff?

I swear we're open to anything.

Like I said, we need to make money fast.

What's going on?

- Uh, family stuff.
- Yeah, we're really struggling.

Family's everything.
I'll try to hook you up.

- That's great. Thank you so much, Bartu.
- Thanks, man.

Hope our new jobs work out, waiter.

God bless him. I'm fine with waitering.

But he also threw in
cleaning the restrooms.

Whatever. A job's a job.

"Live music is long gone." The hell it is!

If he let us play,
the crowd would go wild.

Want another?

No, I'll get too sleepy. We still have to
do the dishes at the diner.

I know.

It's so beautiful out here.

Feels like it's always kinda cloudy
for you, right? Family stuff.

Cloudy doesn't cut it.
Try lightning, thunder.

Cruel stepfather, a sad mother.
A total cliché.

I can barely remember my father.
No stepfather ever though.

Why'd your mom call
your dad a son of a b*tch?

My father fell in love
with another woman once.

Then the woman left him,
and my dad crawled back to my mom.

- That's why.
- Ugh!

Your stepdad?

He kicked me out.
I was rebelling and yelling a lot.

Whatever, it's fine.

Hey, you can stay with us
as long as you want to, all right?

I actually thought about asking you
to come to Berlin with me.

- No ulterior motives.
- Thanks, you're so sweet.

There could be an ulterior motive.

Isn't it a little soon?

Ah.

Hey, let's take a selfie.

I think we should take a picture together.
It's nice out here.

- How about I put a hand on your shoulder?
- Don't push your luck.

Yeah, all right.

Take it already.

Ha! Oh, yes. That's so cute.

- Take another one.
- Another one? Okay, just for you.

You're going to work
at the bar every night?

It's closed on Mondays, but we'll also do
the lunch service on Sundays.

- It pays okay?
- It's all right.

Ali, Fidan, go to the market.
The greens should be ready for pick-up.

This should be enough to pay Nuri.

What? Selçuk said
he'd come fix the dishwasher.

Defne? Hey, where's Defne?

Where else would I be?
I'm here waiting for you.

Be right there.

Hey, how are ya?

Good, welcome.

Oh, what is it this time?

I should take this.

You okay?

I feel like I'm losing my mind. I'm okay!

Ah. Hi, Muharrem.

No! Please.
You shouldn't bother. You're sick.

You shouldn't bend over like that.

By the way, welcome.

- What are we doing?
- What do you mean?

Time is running out.

The network's waiting. The advance
is waiting also. Ticktock, ticktock.

- Why don't you talk to him?
- I'm not gonna do that.

You do it.
I don't wanna get involved. Drop it.

- He's coming over. Please do it.
- Hi there.

- Hi there.
- Hi there.

Do it.

No.

Ms. Perihan.

The knife.

You actually speak?

That's the wrong knife.

No, it chops just fine.

You've got a meat knife.

Use this one instead.

The potato isn't your enemy, you know.

Hold the knife this way.
At a bit of an angle, see?

Cuts better like that.
It protects your fingers too.

If you know so much, you should help me.

- That sounds lovely.
- Huh.

How did you learn all of this stuff?

We have to go through with this.

Mr. Kemal?

Uh, you think we could
ask you about something?

Yeah, sure.
But "Mr. Kemal"? What's up with that?

Ah, just came out that way, I guess.

- So, what is it?
- Uh…

Um, Afife.

Go ahead. Floor is yours.

I thought you were gonna ask.

Excuse me,
I've gotta use the ladies' room.

Sorry to say.

Uh, start without me.

Go ahead. Sit down.

Be back in a jiff. I'll be right back.

I have no idea what's going on.

By the way, my father's in the kitchen.
You don't mind?

- No, no. I think it's great.
- Thanks.

- All right…
- So, I was wondering--

Muharrem did his military service
working in a kitchen!

Twenty-four months in total!

How is it no one told me?
I've got a new helper now!

He's like a machine, I swear!
He's chopping up potatoes, tat-tat-tat.

- We're in the middle of something.
- So am I!

Uh… um, where did I stop?

- You never started.
- Oh.

Yeah, so…

- Ah?
- Uh…

What is it?

Uh… hang on a sec.

The thing is…

Um…

Uh…

Well… all right,
I'll just get to the point.

Let's work together.

I didn't say anything to anyone.
I swear, not a word!

You give people loans, but then you take
their homes and their money.

How do you live with yourself?

You don't feel the slightest bit
of remorse? Help us figure this out.

Tell us what it's like, please.

You really have no idea how
to get on people's good side.

"You don't feel the slightest bit
of remorse"? What do you mean?

What's that supposed to mean?
Please, tell me. Go on, say it.

- Uh…
- It's amazing.

You don't think before you speak.
You're absolutely tactless.

Please step away from my car.

Listen. Don't go!

Kemal.

You know how much I'm struggling.

I owe so much money.
Not just to you, by the way.

We pitched a gazillion ideas
to the network. They were all rejected.

This is the only story
that caught their attention.

They told us to hurry with it.
I don't wanna ask you this stuff.

I've been squirming at the thought of it,
and it was all Defne!

I've lost everything.
If you help us, we'll make it out of this.

If you don't, we'll have to make it up.

It'll be ridiculous,
and I'll get rejected, and we'll go under.

And if we go under,
we'll never get to pay you back.

Long story short,

you're the missing link
to us having a chance at paying you back.

- Are you done?
- I'm done.

Now can you please move?

Uh…

She wants to write a show
about loan sharks? Unbelievable!

An evil loan shark revels
in destroying lives.

They're gonna make us look awful.

And she wants my help in doing so.
Not happening.

Is that so bad?

What do you mean?

She isn't wrong.
We destroy people's lives.

All we do is ask
for what's rightfully ours.

Son, you think I don't know that?

I once did exactly what you do now.

It's been 20 years since all of that,
and I still feel like I've got dirt on me.

Why are you saying all this to me?

'Cause everything is a choice.

There's no point
in wallowing in regret now.

I've seen it all.

Some people have k*lled themselves
because of folks like us.

We chose to destroy lives.

These people choose to create.

Fate put this line of work in front of us.
We went for it.

We inspire people like them
to tell stories like ours.

Don't hold it against her.

Be angry at the right people.

Oh, come on.

It's not like I want to do this.

My life isn't exactly fulfilling.

Have you ever had a normal conversation
with this woman?

- What's up with all this tension?
- That's not the point.

It's always the same old story.

- Here, sir.
- It's easy to know what you don't want.

What you want is another thing.

- I just wanna have a peaceful life.
- Sure you do.

A little stone house by the sea.

I wanna fish, cook what I catch,
go to bed, and that's it.

I even have dreams about it.

I honestly just wanna
get out of here, you know?

He's wanted to leave as long
as I can remember. He never does.

That's why.

I dream of living quietly by the sea,
and reality wakes me up.

Hello, Kartal.

K. YANIKLAR AUTO DEALERSHIP

Hey, bro. Bünyamin's here.
Can I send him in?

He's supposed to make his payment today?

Due date's today,
but he seems pretty fidgety.

All right, send him in.

Go put this money in the safe.
Give it to my uncle tonight.

Got it.

- And could you get me a tea?
- No problem.

Boss. Nice to see you.

Hi, Bünyamin. Come in. Have a seat.

- I came here to ask you for a favor.
- What is it?

The thing is…
my youngest daughter has a problem.

I know, but Dr. Ali sent you
for treatments, right?

God bless him.

- The disease came back though.
- I'm sorry.

I'm not here to ask for money, I swear.

Can we hold off on this month's payment?
We've got a lotta meds to pay for.

It's getting pretty expensive.

We saw two doctors today,
and they wrote new prescriptions.

- It's overwhelming.
- It's fine. I get it, Bünyamin.

Don't explain.

I'm going straight
to the hospital after this.

My wife's waiting for me.
I wouldn't ask if it wasn't so bad.

What are you gonna do
to make it next month?

I swear to God this is the last time.

You're not involved
in gambling anymore, are you?

No, not at all. I quit. I swear.

Right now, do you need any money?

No. God bless you.

Great. All right.
Get on with it. Don't be late.

But next month, though, you gotta pay up.

You gotta find a way.
I won't go easy on you a second time.

I promise. Thank you.

You won't bring it anymore.
I just know you.

You told me to see a doctor. I went.
Then you said I should meditate. I did.

I have mastered yoga.

I haven't gone to India yet,
but if you give me a chance, I will.

I just don't know why I keep screwing up.

I just can't relax ever.

You lack self-awareness.

You all have to face it. This is who I am.

I told you he'd be offended.

I even threw myself in front of his car.
What more could I attempt?

And just when
I had finally found a helper,

Miss Afife got involved.

Should I give him a call?

- Defne?
- Hmm?

Should I call him?

- Kemal, you mean?
- Yeah.

- Cut it out.
- I don't know.

Honey, you tried to explain yourself.
It didn't work.

Don't waste your energy on this.

No use getting caught up
in the story you're trying to write.

- What story?
- That's not for me to know, dear.

Oh God, she's totally lost it.
Girl, what do you want from that man?

Why would you call him?

Go ahead and do whatever you want,
but consider the consequences.

It won't work out.

Huh?

Psst!

Why'd she say that?

Don't know.

Come in, Destan. Come.

Pop. What are you doing here so late?

Sit down.

You all right?

Yeah. Thanks, Pop.

How about Haldun the King?
Is he doing well?

Uh, that's over, Pop. I cut ties with him.

That's great.

Good for you.

I want you to know that if I ever hear
you've set foot in that place again,

if you ever gamble again,

I will gouge your eyes out.

Do I make myself clear?

Totally clear, Pop.

Glad we got that settled.

I'm gonna need your help. We have to
teach a lesson to another gambler.

We'll also get the chance to tighten
loose screws in the family.

I want you to do this your way.

If you're capable of it, I mean.

I'm on it, Pop.

- These are my favorite so far.
- These are lovely.

Try these. Got these too.

Have a good day, Macit.

- Morning.
- Morning, Şahin.

- Kemal's not with you?
- Not today.

He said that I should come.
Neslihan's orders, I hear.

- So no Uncle Muharrem either.
- No. Good news is no Destan either.

- No pepper spray, right?
- That's up to you, isn't it?

Those are for the garden.

Don't get up.
We're not going to the diner.

Morning, Neslihan.

We're at home.

Uncle Kudret wants to see me now?

Okay, I'll meet you
at the furniture store after. See you.

I've gotta head out soon.

You can manage on your own, right?

I'll get your meds out.

We need to get you a new phone.

Kemal.

- What are you doing with Neslihan, Son?
- What do you mean?

You two are talking marriage.
You're serious about this?

You thought it through?
You're sure of this?

Don't forget to take your meds.
And remember to turn the stove off.

I'll be back in a while.

K. YANIKLAR CONSTRUCTION

- Morning Uncle.
- Come in. Sit down.

Is everything all right?
Neslihan said it was urgent.

We should have a talk.

Let's talk, then.
What do you want to discuss?

- Did you collect what was owed yesterday?
- Of course.

All of it?

All of it.

Kartal, you didn't
put the money in the safe?

Of course I did. You told me to.

- What about Bünyamin?
- What about Bünyamin?

- His payment?
- I handled it one way or another.

"One way or another"?

I took care of it my way, Uncle.

I'm afraid your way wasn't the right way.

- Protecting a debtor again.
- Hmm.

And this is not the first time.
What's wrong, Kemal?

I don't know. You tell me.

What if people say
we aren't tough anymore?

- The Yanıklars are soft?
- Hmm.

What if people start
to refuse to pay what's owed?

What if they say,
"It's easy to fool these guys"?

"Let's hit 'em from behind
and steal their bread"?

You left me no other choice
but to intervene.

You forced me to show the b*stards.

Anyone who stabs us in the back
has to expect

to go through a gruesome nightmare.

Hey, everybody.

- Hey there.
- Hi.

- Can I join in?
- If you have the money, sure.

- What's the opening bid?
- 400.

- May the devil be with you, guys!
- Destan.

Bünyamin, my brother. Let's take
a good look at you, all right?

Pose for the camera.

- Please, boss.
- Okay.

Come with me. Let's take a walk.

As you were, gentlemen.
We don't wanna bother you.

No sudden movements though.

I've got this phone in one hand,
this in the other.

We don't want any accidents.

- f*ck's going on?
- It's all good. Take that money.

Okay, boss.

Please, boss.

Where are you taking me?

Bünyamin, my dear. Taking a nice stroll.

A little walk and talk of sorts.

You owe us money. Where is it?

Listen, man, I swear I talked to Kemal.

He gave me more time to pay.

You said that you were going to gamble
and wouldn't pay your debt back, right?

Look, I'll ask him too.
Don't you dare lie.

Man, I swear I'll pay you back. Trust me.
I got up as soon as I sat down, man.

I have it all on me.
I'll pay you right now!

- Yeah, do that!
- Here.

- Put it there.
- You'll get everything back, I swear.

- I'll… I'll… I'll pay it all!
- Hey. Bünyamin.

You're better off saving your sob story
for Kemal and his heart of gold.

Do I look like a merciful person to you?

I asked you a question. I want an answer.

No, boss, you don't.

Did you think there'd be no price to pay
for making fools of the Yanıklar family?

- Bünyamin, answer me.
- I guess so, boss.

- You think there is or there isn't?
- There is! There is!

What is it?

This is the price.

f*ck! Ah!

Oh f*ck!

Oh f*ck!

Don't worry,
my golden-hearted, iron-fisted cousin.

I retrieved the money you lost.

I admit the g*n was a bit much.
But there's no stopping this boy.

- You know that. He won't listen to me.
- You sure that's even possible?

Tell me, when have you ever failed
to get your own way?

- No, no.
- How do you know I didn't take the money?

Kartal?

No. Not me. I wouldn't do that.

Kartal had nothing to do with it.

Trust me,
I've got eyes in all your workplaces.

Cameras! Cameras! Hidden cameras.
What else could it be?

You serious, Pop?
You're kidding. You film all of us?

Yeah, especially you, f*ck.
I've got a bunch of cameras watching you.

What are you saying, Uncle?

You know, my mother always says,

"Never rely on people. They'll die."

"Never rely on trees. They'll wither."

I could rely on all of you.
Your intentions are good.

But what if something goes wrong?

For 50 years,
I have carried this family on my back.

You think I'd just let go?

For God's sake, my daughter.
You've never let me down. Never. Not once.

You're true to your word. It's your bond.

This guy has never let me down either.

But lately,
he's been acting a little strange.

I've gotta protect what I built.
I've gotta see to my family and business.

If so, then who's watching you?

Don't you worry about me.
It's all under control.

I've got guys come in to sweep the place
top to bottom every single week.

If you say so.

I thought I had told you
you're not allowed to use g*ns.

You did.

I said it was fine.

He told me to do things my way.

And my way is this way.

- Hand that g*n over.
- No. It's mine.

Give me the g*n.

Kemal, calm down. Sit down.
Destan, you too.

We're calm, Pop.

Go on, take it, cousin. Careful, though,
my finger's on the trigger.

- Destan!
- Kemal, step away. That's enough, Destan.

Kartal, what have I always said? Hmm?

See a knife, run away.
See a g*n, walk right up to it.

Why is that?

I… I must have forgotten.

That's why.

You provoked your enemy.
Now look, you're one step closer to death.

Are you starting to understand

why it's not a very good idea
to carry a g*n?

Keep in mind, Destan,
one day you won't be facing your cousin.

You'll be facing someone
who'll have no problem

blowing off that stupid head of yours.

I should've been the one
teaching him a lesson, not him.

For some reason,
you don't trust me anymore,

and you seem to believe
that's something to be proud of.

So I guess it's a holy family
whenever you need it to be,

and when things don't go your way,
it's our fault.

A bullshit family where we're always ready
to turn on each other. You…

We all know that you have no morals.

Uncle… aren't you ashamed of all of this?

And you, Neslihan?

My fiancée?

Uncle, you do things my way
when it suits you,

but take control
whenever you disagree with me.

It's fine when I go to the showroom
to sell a car.

But… if someone comes to you and asks you
to make up for one of my decisions,

you don't side with Kemal anymore.

Not at all.

You turn on me whenever it suits you.

And you call that a family?

- What are you saying, Uncle?
- You know, my mother always says…

Wait, rewind a little.

Of course, sir.

Wait, wait.

Play it.

- If so, then who's watching you?
- Don't you worry about me.

It's all under control.

I've got guys come in to sweep the place
top to bottom every single week.

- I thought I'd told you…
- Hear that? "It's all under control."

I said it was fine.

- Thanks a lot, Afife.
- Did you like your meal?

Not really, but we're used to it.

Wow, someone who actually likes
Mom's cooking.

He loves the bulgur pilaf.
He asked for seconds.

The first was a double.

- It was delicious.
- Glad you liked it.

If you'll excuse me.

May you be blessed with abundance.

Likewise, Şahin.

Sis, we're taking off.
We don't wanna be late on our first day.

- Okay, guys. Careful out there.
- Ciao.

Afife. The faucet is dripping, still.

- I'll take a look at it later.
- Thanks.

I THOUGHT ABOUT IT.
YOU'RE RIGHT. I CROSSED A LINE.

I APOLOGIZE. AFİFE, YOUR PROFESSOR
[I DON'T SAY THAT TO JUST ANYONE]

Turns out I wanna help you after all.

I… I'm sorry I asked you that.

You were right to leave.

I went too far.

I'm gonna give you some information
you could've never even imagined.

Are you all right?

Do you have any raki?

You were right.
Your intuition serves you well.

You surely didn't say
everything you picked up on.

But I'm sure it's all true.

You know…

I mean, you know what?
I have no idea what we really are.

Maybe we're the Mafia.

We're pretty good at doing awful things.
It's all I know.

And I stick around with them
even knowing full well,

because it's my life.

Sadly, I'm one of them.
And that's what we do.

We're not really the Mafia though.
We're way worse than that.

My father says he still feels
like he's got dirt on him.

So do I, Professor.

I'm covered in dirt as well.

Today, I postponed a man's debt.

He lied to me to buy time.

Said his daughter is sick.

She isn't.

What did my family do?

They chose to sh**t him.

It's just the code.

It's what you should expect.

If you wanna hear the real story,
you'd better have a strong stomach.

I…

It's like…

In prison…

you know, when I was taking your class,

I felt hopeful.

Something moved in me.

I found myself wondering
if I could be a writer.

Like, as a career.

So I went and I got a notebook
to write in and a pen…

I wrote a lot, actually.
Well, for a while, at least.

Your classes allowed me
to dream of leading a good life.

I don't know.

I wrote a bunch of stories… thanks to you.

Thank you.

But… you know, all that…

I mean, what I…

what I wrote…

it's all gone now.

I don't know where.

It just slipped away.

All that's left is dirt.
And the dirt won't go away.

I wish I'd been lucky like you.
Like all of you.

If I'd gotten a chance in life,

I could've worked towards
making my dream come true.

But it's just a dream. Nothing more.

I wish I had gone to someone.

I wish I had asked for some help.

Maybe someone could've
gotten me out of this!

I would have loved that.

I'm so ashamed.

Professor, I wish
someone had saved me from this life.

So badly.