01x06 - Episode 6

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TO LOVE, TO LOSE

SCREENWRITING IN PILL FORM
BY AFIFE JALE: LOVE

SCRIPT - CHARACTER - PLOT

Do you know what kind of intrigue
is the most powerful of all?

Bravo. Of course it's love.

Rags to riches? Classic upward shift.

Best friend's love interest?
Kinda thrilling.

Enemies in love? Sexy.

Impossible love? Loaded with melodrama.

The possibilities are endless,

but I think true love is
when people are compatible biologically

and also share the same values.

You're surely wondering
what that's all about.

Let's consider a mobster
and a ballerina who are in love.

Not likely. However,
even though it's considered impossible,

it somehow happens.

But can you make it believable?

Don't come to me
saying you can't write it.

LOVE
TOGETHER WE'RE STRONG

Women! Freedom! Let us live!

Women! Freedom! Let us live!

Women! Freedom! Let us live!

Women! Freedom! Let us live!

Stop this immediately!

- Back off! Move!
- Women! Freedom!

We want rights! Let's unite!
Unite for women's rights!

We want rights! Let's unite!
Unite for women's rights!

- Women! Freedom! Let us live!
- Protesting like this is ill*gal!

Stop this immediately!

- Boo!
- Women! Freedom!

- Do not force us to intervene! Back off!
- Don't come at us!

- Move!
- We're standing still.

- Why are you coming at us?
- Out the way, lady!

- Don't you dare call me lady!
- This protest is ill*gal!

This is your last warning, ladies.

Stop! Stop! Move!

Don't use it

- Arrest this woman. Take her!
- Let me through!

- Afife?
- Defne, get up!

- Let go! Don't touch her!
- Clear the area!

I can't see anything!

Why did you go in front like that?
Run, run, run!

I can't see! Wait!
How am I supposed to run?

- Ah! It's really burning!
- Don't say anything!

Try not to breathe it in.

I may be saving your life,
doesn't mean I forgive you!

- Cut the drama!
- I'll do whatever the hell I want!

Let's go this way, come on.

- When did it start?
- What?

Baturay, how long
have you two been together?

Let it go, Afife!

Is he here?

Go, go. This way.

Disperse! Disperse now!

He didn't come?

- No clue. We broke up.
- Oh, poor thing, I'm so sorry.

Did it not work out?
Baturay's a good kid though.

You thought he was so funny, didn't you?
What's so funny about him?

Ugh! Ugh.

This way. Let's go.

- Hey, how are you?
- Good, hi.

Hello, sir.

Didn't Baturay want
a simple life free of worries?

You both complicated my life,
that's for sure!

Two waters please, and… want anything?

Coffee.

- We'll also have two coffees.
- Right away.

- The climate crisis doesn't bother him.
- Why should it?

You don't worry
about climate change either?

It's not like he's hurting anyone.
Give the guy a break.

- Here.
- Great. Thanks so much.

You're welcome. Enjoy ladies.

Hey, Afife.

They gassed me. I was beaten.
Can we just give our fighting a rest?

Stop with the hair.

What's with the look?

When you give me that look,
I wanna tape your mouth shut.

Why do you look down on people?

Who am I looking down on?

Me right now. And everyone, actually.

You think that?

Why don't you just listen for once?
Please listen!

Forget about always being right.

Listen to what others have to say.

You never like any ideas
that aren't your own.

It's like you just expect us to nod
at everything you have to say

like we're bobbleheads.

You completely lose it when we don't.

Anything else?

It's like you don't really speak
from your heart.

You act like a big know-it-all, Afife.

That's why your work isn't selling.

Sorry, but it's the truth.
You're kinda soulless.

What I mean is
you're such a great observer.

You pick up on the tiniest details
no one else sees,

but you aren't self-aware in the least.

I wish you'd pay attention
to how you treat us.

I swear, I didn't tell him we're here.
We broke up. I told you, huh?

How's it going?

I went with my students.

But we all split up when the cops came.

- Can I have a sip?
- Sure.

Here. I got it.

Ooh.

I really hate the two of you.

The thing is, I need you.

What's with the look?
I need you guys to write scripts.

Why else would I need you?

We should get to work.

Cool.

Baturay, pay the bill.

Uh…

The thing is, Afife, I forgot my wallet.

Hey, Defne. Think you can…

- Women! Freedom! Let us live!
- I swear, Baturay. Baturay.

Please go ahead. Get in.

Go ahead, adjust your seats.
Make yourself comfortable.

In the meantime, how about I explain
what kind of features this car has.

- This is a new arrival. It's top-notch.
- I really love it.

A gentleman bought it for his wife.
They got divorced.

- It's so cute.
- It sat around for six months.

It's only got 12,000 miles on it.
It's spotless, hassle-free.

I think it's great, honey. Do you like it?

- Kemal's inside.
- I like it too. It's a nice car.

It's really hard to find used vehicles
with such low mileage.

I get it, Selim.
Don't worry about it. I promise.

It's fine. I'll hold the car for you.
I can only hold it for two days though.

Talk to you soon, all right?

Come in, Neslihan. Have a seat.

I spent the whole night
going over receivables.

Uncle Kudret wants
to speed things up this month.

We need more cash.

I found out that diner you go
collect at with your dad,

things aren't looking good for them.

You know the stock they invested in?

It's tanking.

It sucks.

It's going down, and it's going to sink.
I seriously doubt the company will sell.

They were screwed over.

I've got good sources.

Tell them to do whatever they need to.

Why do I have to tell them?

You're there every day.
You go and write scripts with her.

She's your professor.
Your father's even the chef there now.

Want more reasons?

Tell them to find a new place to live.

They're also gonna lose the diner.

She signed a blank agreement.
Were you not aware?

We choose the price.

What will they do?
They gonna pay with kisses?

Does my uncle know about this?

He knows everything.

You deal with it.

Can I help you?

I came here to congratulate you.

Sorry I'm a little late.
I've had a lot of work to do.

We're all in awe of you, you know.

I'm sorry, buddy, have we met?

The camera, when did you find it?
When'd you take it down?

Gotta say, I'm impressed.

Let me guess. You're a cop.

What do you want?

You'll find that out soon enough,
my friend.

Kemal, we know all about you.

We know all about the Yanıklars.

You'd be surprised how much we know.

Oh, by the way,

send your uncle Kudret my regards.

You can tell Destan
and your gorgeous fiancée

I say hi as well.

I'll be in touch.

I told her not to go to that protest,
but she never listens!

She's right, I don't.

It's awful. Your face is messed up.
At least she found you.

There's always a silver lining.

I was so scared
the two of you would never talk again.

- Why wouldn't we?
- You and Baturay, you know that.

Well, Baturay and I are over.

We should drop the topic.
We've got work to do.

- Here you go.
- Ah. All right, I'll get back to it.

No word from Mr. Muharrem?

Kemal's going to the showroom,

then he'll pick up his father
and come over.

Hmm.

He's supposed to explain a bunch of stuff
to me today. He said he'd do it later.

Muharrem's the only person
who still gives us a hand. Or he was.

Ah! My sous-chef's finally here!
Come in Mr. Muharrem.

We're making rose börek today.

Well, I'm gonna try,
and you're gonna fix it.

- Teamwork, right?
- Mm-hmm.

- Come on.
- I have news for you. I'm…

I'm afraid it isn't that great.

CLOSED

Afife.

Afife, I'm really sorry.

I never would have thought
those shares would become worthless.

The plan was to get rich. Look at us now.

I know I got us into this mess.
I have to make it right.

I've gotta go.

Go where?

To the place I wouldn't be caught dead at.

I'm gonna go ask them
to lend us some money.

We'll go together.

But just please spare me
the Shakespeare monologues and all that.

I don't know what to tell you.
How could I get you into this mess?

I swear, I'm such a loser!

What was I thinking
investing in that company? Huh?

I don't own a home or anything.

If I did, I would sell in a heartbeat.

When I found out it was tanking,
I tried to make some extra money.

But no luck! Afife.

- Perihan, please.
- It's okay, son. I understand.

I am going to fix this.

Mr. Muharrem, we're going out.

You'll manage without me, right?

We have to keep our hopes up.

All of you help Uncle Muharrem
while we're gone, okay?

And keep working on the script. All right?

We're at a turning point right now.

The owners of the diner and their friends,

they lose all hope of saving their home
and business from the loan sharks.

All hope is lost unless a miracle happens.

And we all know…

…a miracle is such an amateur move
in screenwriting.

What's up, guys?

So how's the protest queen?
Ah! Look who's here.

- Defne, wow, you came back?
- Mm-hmm.

I can't keep up with the drama!

What's going on now?

It's a long story. We're going
to grandfather's to ask for money.

- What? You gotta be kidding!
- It was her idea.

Who's your grandfather?

- Name's Mümtaz, but I've never met him.
- No.

What I mean is,
is he rich enough to cover all the debt?

Supposedly, they could buy Istanbul.
Or at least a big part of it.

From what I've heard,

Grandpa is a groundbreaking architect.

Super famous.

Nadide, my grandmother, is a doctor.

A neurologist or pulmonologist,
something important like that.

They're both professors,
and they come from old money.

They're really loaded.
My mom's their only child.

She attended the American high school,

and when she graduated,
they sent her to the States,

New York or somewhere, for med school.

They said she could choose
medicine or architecture.

But she didn't get the chance to.
Her folks said she'd be a doctor.

They made a huge mistake.

They had Perihan do
something she didn't want to do.

Wanna know what she wanted?

To be an actress.
That's all she dreamt of in high school.

She couldn't take it.

So instead of actually going to med school
in New York, she took an acting class.

Stella Adler! Perihan idolized her.

Yeah, Stella Adler. Most likely
the best theater teacher of all.

- There's a picture of her upstairs, right?
- Yeah.

So Mom took all the classes
she could with her.

One day, my grandfather decided
to visit his daughter,

so he went to America.

When he got to the dorms, he was told
she'd never attended her classes.

Mr. Mümtaz was shocked.

He immediately cut off her allowance.
Mom didn't care.

She was willing to do whatever it took
to continue her training.

This was the '80s. Crazy times.
There weren't any jobs, it was brutal.

She ran out of money.
Her only option was to come back.

As soon as she returned,
her parents disowned her.

Seriously?

She didn't give up though.
She had her heart set on being an actress.

And then she met an honorable man,

my father, Hurşit Kazan,
a penniless actor.

They got married right away and started
a theater company, Kazan Cabaret.

Pretty much as soon as it opened,
she got pregnant with Afife.

- Your mom hasn't seen her parents since?
- Not as far as I know.

That's a really wild story.

And I thought
my family was tough to deal with.

Same here.

Wow, where are we?

I've never seen such luxury.

The garden's exactly the same.
It's like the leaves are the same.

Everything was always
so perfectly kept, you know?

I haven't been here in years.

Can I help you? Who do you wish to see?

Tell Mr. Mümtaz and Mrs. Nadide
their daughter is here to see them.

I beg your pardon?

Their daughter. Perihan.

Uh… One moment.

Listen to me.
You cannot get angry with them.

- I don't want any sudden outbursts.
- No.

- I'll do the talking. You keep quiet.
- Uh-huh.

- Did I make myself clear?
- Yes, Mom.

You say yes,
but your face says something else.

- What do you want my face to say?
- Not that, that's for sure!

I told them. Unfortunately,
they're unavailable right now.

Why would I need to ask your permission
to enter my grandpa's house?

This is absurd!

So sorry, truly.

Back off. I was face-to-face
with the cops two hours ago.

I got gassed. It's been a rough day,
so don't push my buttons.

Please, you're going to get me in trouble.

We're surely in bigger trouble,
so don't worry about it.

Okay, fine.

This way.

Wait here. They're having lunch right now.
I'll announce you.

Nothing's changed around here. Ha!

This place is so strange.
It's like a museum.

My dad's side of the family is all pashas
and nobles. Real palaces and all.

So sorry. I had to let them in, sir.

Um, they were very insistent.

How could you let that happen?
Who opened the gate?

Um, the camera
at the front gate is being replaced.

The gate was open during the change, sir.
I'm sorry.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Nice to see you.

Sorry for dropping by uninvited
during your lunch.

Afife Jale?

- You have two children, isn't that right?
- Yes, but you knew that already.

What do you do for a living, Afife?

I'm a screenwriter.

Screenwriter.

You have a brother as well,
don't you? Ali.

Yes, he's a musician.

Is he educated?

Conservatory dropout. He prefers busking.

I see. What is it you want, Perihan?

We're in trouble.

We could lose our home
and my daughter's diner.

We owe money to loan sharks. Long story.

I need help to fix this.

Didn't you say you're a screenwriter?

I've had a hard time
selling scripts lately.

- Oh.
- As a sideline, I run the family diner.

I'm surprised you managed to buy
your own home given your status.

You know, you chose your path,
and it led you straight to here.

I don't see it that way at all.

Actions have consequences,
despite what you think.

You could have avoided your current fate.

- I don't regret my choices, Mother.
- Of course not.

This has nothing to do with the past.
Please don't make--

Your musician son
and your unemployed screenwriter daughter,

do you really think they are happy?

Was it really worth it?

You just had to put us through all that.
What have you gained in life?

Mother, I'm not here
to rehash the past, all right?

No, no. I would truly like to know.

What have you gained in life?

Can't be much, right?

Or else, why would you be here
after so long with your hand out?

I do not wish to speak
in terms of gains or losses.

Because if we do,
and it may not matter to you,

but you lost a daughter.

Where is your daughter?

Mine is here with me.

Afife Jale.

It's a strong and brilliant name,
isn't it?

My child,

your mother has always had
quite a remarkable talent

for twisting the truth.

Do you have the faintest idea
of what we've been through?

When you deserted us--

You kicked me out.

When you left us,
your father had a heart attack.

He actually had two heart attacks.

He was hospitalized for weeks.

- He almost died.
- Ah.

I have had to rely
on antidepressants for years.

It's the only thing
that stops my hands from trembling.

The only way I could continue my career.

The only thing I wanted
was to be an actress.

No. You were determined to defy us.

You didn't ask me what I wanted.
It was med school, like it or not!

You weren't capable
of making your own decisions.

Looks like you still aren't.

You were looking for a robot
you'd be able to control.

That could never be me.
I never wanted to be a doctor.

Daughter, you never wanted to do anything.

You never had goals or ambition.

Look. Your children are no different.

Dear, do you have anything
to show for yourself in your field?

Does your brother have any songs
that get aired on the radio?

I guess you're all like your mother.

Nonsense. You don't even know--

Please don't interrupt me
when I'm speaking.

I had a passion for acting.
I was invested. I struggled.

I was okay with that
because I wanted to do what I believed in!

I was suffocating.
I couldn't breathe with all your rules!

I decided I wanted to live.

This conversation
is clearly going nowhere.

You came because you want
money from us, right?

We deserve an apology first.

We want to hear you say you're sorry.
You must take responsibility.

You must also admit you ruined your life
because of your irresponsibility.

You are going to apologize.

It's clear you've all gone
through some tough times.

When it comes to responsibility,
Perihan Kazan would flunk the class.

In fact, my brother and I
always kid around,

asking if we're her children
or if she's our child.

I swear I changed Ali's diapers
more often than she did.

Can you believe she and my dad
forgot us at a gas station once

when they were touring. It's crazy, right?

I've got tons of stories.

Touring with plays was a nightmare.

Small-town hotels
back in those days were awful.

My mom would cook in a makeshift kitchen.
She'd make food for the crew.

The menu never changed. Pasta.

My parents would line up a chair
for my brother and I behind the stage.

We'd sleep there.
Like a bad Turkish film, you know?

We'd travel to a different town
or city every day.

We actually had to sneak out
of some hotels without paying the bill.

- Sweetheart…
- That's how crazy our life was.

But you know what?

It would have never crossed our minds

to expect our mom
to apologize for all of that.

She's got so much compassion.
Her love for us knows no bounds.

Our life was unusual.

Nontraditional.

But it was authentic.

We've always been very happy with her.

Even though our backs hurt
on those chairs.

Even though they forgot us
at a gas station.

Despite being abandoned
by her own mother and father,

she cared for us.

She was shunned, she was an outcast,
for making a decision you disagreed with.

How dare you?

How arrogant can you be?

Who are you expecting an apology from
and for what?

- Who do you think you are?
- Oh… Afife. Afife.

Let's get out of here.

- Get up.
- Let's go.

Muharrem, congratulations.
The rose börek was a ten.

- No, a 15.
- It really was.

Uncle, you should be the one
wearing the apron from now on.

The people have spoken.

Who cares about the people?
The streets want it.

Oh, come on now.

- Şahin.
- Hmm?

Come here.

- This is what we're collecting today.
- Thanks, man. I'm not gonna count it.

I was just kidding, Kemal.
Catch you later.

Uncle, the rose börek was incredible.
Thanks so much.

You're welcome.
You should mop the floor now.

Ali?

What's up?

- Come here, my man.
- Thanks, Muharrem.

- Want us to bring our plates back?
- No.

What ever happened to your guitar?
Did you sell it?

I tried lowering the price,
but no one's interested.

- The music industry took a hit too.
- Ah. How much are you asking for it?

Baturay, leave that
and help them, will you?

This much.

TRY 300,000

Wow.

How are guitars this expensive?

I gotta say, I'm disappointed in you.
This isn't just any guitar.

This is Erkin Koray's guitar. It's unique.

The sound, the look, the swagger…
You really need me to say more?

I've got a friend who's looking
for a great guitar for his son.

One of the guys who was here
at dinner the other night.

If he's a beginner,
this could be a little too much.

No, I think it's fine.
I'm pretty sure he'd love it.

If he is interested, I'll make the deal
for you and bring over the money.

Are you serious? You would do that?

Sure. I'm gonna go
give him a call out in the garden.

Take these and bring them to the back.

- Okay.
- Baturay, come over here.

Why are you smiling?

'Cause Kemal's a pretty amazing guy.

Thanks for stepping in.

Baturay, can you check that faucet?

I'd better go rest a bit.

I'll be back later.

Go ahead and get some rest.

Well, it's dripping again.

Please don't start.

Don't give me that look.
I had to go. I swear.

Forty years later.

You were right again.

I'm not their family.

We're a family, with the kids.

I just miss you so much, Hurşit.

We'll find a way. You have my word.

You said "we"?

Where do you stand in all this?

By your side.

Come, let's have a talk. About the story.

It could help take our mind off things.

Defne, Baturay!
We're gonna work on the script.

You're all set with the guitar, champ.
Let me get your account number.

- Wow, that was quick. Is this for real?
- It is.

I guess the golden rule in loan sharking
is you gotta keep your word.

Our job is to offer loans
to people who can't get loans legally.

We strictly deal in cash.

Wherever there's a cash shortage,
an off-the-record issue,

we respond right away.

That's behind-the-scenes.
Officially, I run a car dealership.

Şahin is a jeweler.

My uncle and Neslihan have
a tourism service and a textile business.

Destan is in real estate.

All of us have a professional stake
in a cash-heavy industry,

like tourism and car sales.

Neslihan handles the finances.

Beyond the issue
of receivables and payables,

it's very important
to handle the cash we get wisely.

Defne, make sure
to take a picture of this.

I can't keep track of all this info.

- How about we call it a day?
- Great.

Defne, you have the notes.
You'll write it all up for us?

- Of course.
- What should I do?

I think you need to let me get over
how angry I am at you.

Other than that,
focus on those videos online.

- Okay.
- Write up a list of all of them.

On it.

Kemal.

Let me give you the guitar.

Okay, champ.

Before I forget. Kemal. This is for you.

THE BOOK OF HUMAN EMOTIONS

You think I'm emotionally stunted?

No. You've learned
how to hide them well though.

It is the book for screenwriters.
Well, for us, it is, I mean.

I swear that book was a gold mine for me
when I was an acting coach.

It's still useful. Come on.

I think you should read it.

Maybe it'll help you
understand your emotions better.

You know, I have thought about
my emotions before.

In fact, I've even written about them.

Of course, afterwards,
I locked them all away in a little box.

- That was the end of it.
- Are you serious?

- Let's read them together sometime.
- I couldn't. I can't imagine doing that.

No. I think it would be good
for you to read them.

Mm. We'll see.

Yeah, we'll see.
I gotta go. The animals are hungry.

Today, we're looking into conflict.

Every story needs conflict.

But it's not as easy as it seems.

Conflict isn't just about
characters facing off.

It's actually used to liven the story,
to avoid monotony,

and to spark a change in the cou…

A change in the course of events.
You see--

All right, see ya.

Are you okay?

Not really.

Here's the guitar, man.

- And this is the stand.
- Ah.

The kid's gotta leave it on the stand
when he isn't playing.

And if he doesn't practice for a while,
he should leave it in the case.

He can reach out to me with questions.

- This has gotta be tough for you.
- It's pretty brutal.

Look, don't get me wrong, okay?

It's not a bad thing to lose the object
of your affection for a while.

Whatever that may be.

It could be alcohol.
Could be food, even a dear friend.

- Or a lover.
- A musical instrument.

If you're apart for a while,
you're gonna miss it. Memories and all.

And you never know.
It could come back to you one day.

It'll be like reuniting
with a long-lost lover you missed.

Ha! Yeah, no, I don't think so.

You never can tell.

All right. The money'll be wired
to your account in a bit.

Hmm.

I sold the guitar. Money's in my account.

It'll keep us going for a while.

Mm.

Please don't let them upset you.

As long as we're together,
I can handle anything.

Are they still filthy rich?

- You can't imagine.
- Ooh!

- All right, then.
- Come.

Dinner's ready!

- God knows, you surprised me.
- Move it forward. Put this there.

- Where are the glasses?
- Inside. I'll get them.

Is the rice ready?

I thought you'd upset my mom
if you didn't come.

I'm so glad you're here.

Me too, Uncle.

You think we can talk about something?

- Of course. Sure, go ahead.
- Grandpa!

Can I get a hug?

Of course, my lovely girl.

Can you just give Grandpa a second?
I won't be long.

- Okay.
- Pelinsu, come here, sweetheart.

- How are you doing, cousin?
- Great, Destan. Thanks.

Kemal, remember that family
that came by today?

I sold them the car.
I got the price you wanted too.

All right, kid, enough. Don't you see
we're trying to have a conversation?

Of course, Pop. Sorry.

Yes, Kemal.

You know the diner we're collecting at?

- Yeah, sure.
- Perihan's.

I don't know her name.
Her daughter runs it, right?

But the mother's the one
who borrowed the money.

She invested it in stocks.

The stocks tanked.

Oh yeah, I remember who they are now.
It's a great location.

She signed a blank paper.

We're gonna make good money with that.

If she can't pay us,
we'll take the house and the diner.

Let's hold off. Wait a while.

Why?

They asked for time.

Are they up in their payments?

We don't usually wait.

But if you think we should, we'll do it.

Just say the word.

We'd do anything for you, Kemal.

That said… you help me, I help you.

Stop holding a grudge.

I don't give a sh*t about the diner.
It's just a drop in the bucket.

We've got bigger concerns.

Get back to work, Kemal.

The Yanıklars need you.

What else can I tell you? Huh?

- All right, everyone. Dinner's ready.
- Finally.

Great, I'm starving.

Take your grandfather to the table.
Let him sit with us.

Come on, dinner's ready.

All good, bro, I've got it.

Wait, kids.

Honey, did you wash your hands?
Pull up a chair and sit here.

I couldn't help overhearing
the two of you.

Why do you two need to help each other?

Just making amends is all.

What is it about the diner?
Why do you wanna help them?

Who are you helping?

Tell me, my dear.

Tell your grandmother.

Grandma, it's not at all what you think.

I'm not thinking anything in particular.

As you know, my intuition is very in tune.

Remember what your name means, Kemal.

It means fullness,
perfection and maturity.

You're a man who keeps his word.

We are your family.

We treat you as a priority.

In return, we expect you
to treat us the same way.

Ah. But there's also Neslihan.

The girl is terribly upset.

Don't you see that?

She may not show it. But still, she is.

Please, Grandma, that's enough.

Why bring her into this?

Because she is my daughter.

She's the one who mended
the hole in my heart.

She is my soul.

She is a true part of this family.
Just as much as you are.

You cannot treat her
the way you have been.

I want the two of you to get married
as soon as possible.

Whatever you choose to do after that,

if you wanna help or whatever
I don't care.

Consider yourself warned though.

If helping others casts a shadow
over any of us, it won't end well.

What are you telling me, Grandma?

We shouldn't have to think
about the consequences.

My grandson Kemal
always decides to do what's right.

This is no different.

He will not disappoint us.

He would never disappoint his family.

It's the truth, right?

- This is the box?
- It is.

I put my feelings in this box
a long time ago.

Closed it and never looked back.

Feels right to open it with you.

My stories.

I'm just wondering
why we came here so early,

like secret high school lovebirds.

I was embarrassed.

I didn't want anyone at the diner
to see all this.

You really get embarrassed easily,
don't you?

I guess I had a way with words back then.

I wrote some beautiful stuff.

Ah. Or at least I thought I did.

I'll read it right away.

We can talk afterwards.

What's going on?

I've gotta go, Afife.

Where?

Uh…

I really need to get back to work.
I need to get serious about it.

All of this screenwriting business,

it's gotta end.

My father, though, I'd appreciate it
if he could stay with you all for a while.

He enjoys being at the diner.

Of course.

Oh, and also,

the deadline for your principal
has been extended.

Well, we can't wait forever, of course.

But at least it will give you some time
to get this TV show written, right?

Why are you leaving though?

'Cause I have to.

But this has nothing to do with us, right?

Is there an "us"?

I don't know.

Sort of?

One day.

Let's pretend we're an actual couple
for just a day.

No one will find out.
I swear no one will know.

Just one day.
Let's be together. Let's run away.

Don't you think we deserve it?

But then what?

I'm so tired of thinking
about what'll happen next.

"Hasan is sleeping
in the bunk bed next to me."

"Drifting off like an innocent child."

"Soft little sighs,
a twitch here and there."

"How can a man be
both a m*rder*r and an innocent child?"

"He is though."

"Come morning,
he'll slap that hard mask on

before he even washes his face."

"Just like the rest of us."

"Maybe it's only in sleep

that we shed it all
and surrender to life."

"I know how to live here now.
Experience is knowledge."

"I tear a page
off the calendar every day."

"I look forward to visiting days."

"Listen to the bullshit in the ward."

"I enjoy the sunlight that makes its way
through the small window above my bed."

"I count my steps as I pace,

keep my head up when I'm sick,

and I feel like I've managed to turn
this makeshift bunk bed into a home,

hanging memories by my bedside,

hiding my tears
when longing burns inside."

"I've learned to do all of this."

"I saw her for the first time
in the study hall."

"They say she's here
to teach the inmates."

"Her name is beautiful,"

"Afife Jale."

"Who will learn from her?
Why did she agree to this?"

"She's clearly passionate
about the subject,

although she seemed
a little nervous at the start."

"She always keeps an eye on the guard."

"Just in case."

"She slowly got used to being around
murderers, thieves, and fraudsters."

"She got used to us."

"She's even started to smile in class."

"Then one day, she noticed me."

"At least, I think she did."

"Our eyes met for a moment."

"I think she's telling herself,
'It's impossible.'"

"This inmate and me?"

"Makes no sense."

- You really wrote all this?
- That I did.

It's incredible.

Professor, I told you
I had a way with words.

It's more than that.

You have a way
of looking into people's souls.

It's like you're able to wander into
a dark labyrinth without a flashlight.

I'm gonna share something sad with you.
Please don't get angry.

You really don't get it.

I could never be angry with you.

You've gotten lost in your labyrinth,

but you don't even realize
you're caught in it.

There are two Kemals in you.

One's hungry for the truth.

He seeks goodness and beauty.

The other's aggressive,
ruthless and somber.

They're fighting each other to survive.

Which one do you think is gonna win?

The one you decide to feed will triumph.

INCOMING CALL

Let's suppose you were to live your life

only according
to what you thought was right,

and I were to live
based on what I knew to be wrong.

Would either of us be doing
what we truly wanted?

Huh?

You know what I mean.

Take us, here, right now.

sh**t, I'm blushing
just thinking about it, but…

Blushing's okay.

I get embarrassed
just swimming in the sea.

I feel uncomfortable
about showing my body.

This is what I really want.

You and I getting out of the sea together.
You dry me off, and I dry you off.

Our eyes drift to the cabin
nestled among the trees.

The walk there hand in hand.

While you keep wanting to do good,
and I accept my wrongs.

We face the world together.

We just do what we truly feel.

I had a dream about you last night.

Oh yeah? I hope it was a good dream.

That depends.

It was…

Well…

…put it this way.

It was a little, uh…

It was a little wild.

So it was naughty?

One day.

Well, goodbye, Kemal Yanıklar.