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Recep…

Recep…

Recep?

Recep?

What's going on?

Mom's calling.

Nevzat?
What are you doing at this hour?

My father… My father is dead, Cavidan…

DESTINY

Recep Öteyüz has just passed away
in Nasuh neighborhood.

His funeral will be taken from his house
in Nasuh neighborhood

to the central mosque at 12:00 pm today.

We'll be praying for him in the afternoon.

Where are you going?

If you need something,
I can handle it.

-I'm sorry for your loss, Nevzat.
-Thank you.

Thanks, guys.

Miraç?

Take it.

Take it, son. Good.

-Sorry for your loss.
-Thanks.

Nevzat? Are the chairs enough?
Do we need to bring more?

-They're enough. Thanks.
-Okay. Come here.

Go upstairs.

-Sorry for your loss.
-Thanks.

-Nevzat?
-Who's calling me? Mom?

Don't stay in the way.

-Nevzat?
-Yes, mom? What's wrong?

-Did you arrange the burial place?
-Yes.

-Is it a good place?
-Yes.

-That's good. Did you post it online?
-Yes, I posted it in all social media.

-Good. Let people hear about the funeral.
-They did.

Have checked here?
Why haven't you?

Maybe it is in the balcony.
Check it there.

-But my brother…
-Why would he do it?

-We were playing with it.
-Check if it's there.

Take some plates, and feed the cats.
They must be hungry.

Is now a good time, mom? That food
didn't come for the animals.

-Funeral food, it'd be a shame.
-Do it as I say, and feed the animals.

Sultan, are you okay?

I'm fine, thanks.

Sultan, my dear! Sultan!

Sorry for our loss.
Recep has passed away.

Sorry for our loss. What will we do?
What will you do without him?

What will we do without him?
He's gone… My dear…

Come on, come with me now.

Let's go upstairs.

-Sorry for your loss.
-Thanks.

Come on in.

Welcome. Sorry for your loss.

Welcome, my dear.

Come and help.
You've been sitting all day.

-Bring it to the table.
-I can do it.

-Cavidan, I can do it.
-I can.

Cavidan!

You've spilled it!

Sudenaz, turn it off.

-I'm going to bed.
-Do you want me to come with you?

Throw them out.

It's clean. Don't throw it.

Take it.

The parsley is from our garden.
Try it.

-The peppers, too?
-Yeah.

Tasty.

We need to stop by that lawyer's office,
see if there's anything left of my father.

We'll stop by but he didn't have anything.

That's not true. Wasn't that barren field
my father's? It's become valuable now.

They always put up
new buildings next to it.

You can give it
to a contractor or something.

Why give it to a contractor, we can
build a summer house or something.

Of course, that too, but houses there have
always been sold for two million.

Two million is not a lot of money now.

You can't even buy a parking place
for that price in İstanbul.

Life is expensive.
If we give it to the contractor…

We can ask for an opinion.

Right, but…

Forget about the contractor.
Kemal, why are you interfering?

Why shouldn't he?

I want to get married.

-Did I hear right?
-Yes, that's what I said.

Mom, are you kidding me?

No, I'm not. I can't do it.
I just can't.

Mom, what can't you do?
Dad died yesterday.

Yes, he did.

I didn't sleep at all last night,
the house felt lonely.

I can't do this alone
in that big bed.

Mom, yesterday was the first day
and today is the second,

you can't get used to it right away.
Don't worry, we'll all get used to it.

It's not easy to lose your husband
of 45 years…

At least I could hear his 'wheezing',

I could talk to him even
if he didn't answer…

-Who am I going to talk to now?
-You talk to your cats, mom…

Cavidan.

Mommy, you're so right.
But you are not alone…

Look, you have me, my brother,
and your grandchildren…

We talked about this beforehand
with my brother,

that if something happened to dad,

mom'd stay with me
in İstanbul for a while.

Did you negotiate with your father
before he died?

For God's sake, mom, what are you
saying! Our house is your house too.

She'll stay with us
rather than staying with you.

No, I don't want to. I can't stand
the face of your grumpy wife.

I won't come to İstanbul.

I can't stay in your house
like an outsider at this age.

Just find me a husband.

-We'll be damned!
-Mom, why a husband at this age?

-What will people say?
-Whatever they want to say.

-What if I had died and not your father?
-God forbid, mom, why do you say that?

Don't interrupt me.

If I had died, wouldn't you have found
a wife to 'help' your father?

-Weren't you going to marry him off?
-Is it the same?

-Yes, it is.
-How?

You'd even ask for help from those people
you call "other people".

"Hanife, is there a woman from
your village who can be with my father?"

You'd get him married.

I don't want to be alone either,
I need a man to take care of me.

I'm getting angry! Don't you ever think
what they'll say to me at the café?

They say gırık Ercep's son married
his mother. What else?

Is it good
to let people talk like this?

I can't stay alone in a big bed.
I've been waiting for two years.

You've been waiting two years
for my father to die?

Don't misinterpret my words.
I listened to him breathe.

I wondered what I'd do if he died.
Last night my fears came true.

Even if you object, I'll find a decent man
who doesn't drink or gamble.

-What the hell is this now?
-Calm down. Take it easy.

Okay, I won't say anything.
I won't.

-You know Çolak Salih's Rüstem?
-Yes.

He was in love with me as a girl,
but my father didn't let me.

His wife died over a year ago.
He didn't get married. I'll go and ask him.

Mom!

I'm going out to the balcony.
I can't breath.

Enough! Don't let me take
my anger out on you. Get me some tea.

Why are you standing there?

Sit down! Are you listening to us?

Eat whatever you have there!

Grandma, you look really beautiful!

Shut up, you brat!

-My condolences again, Sultan!
-Thank you.

My condolences, Nevzat.
I couldn't come to the funeral.

Thank you. Have a cup of tea.

-Nevzat?
-Yes, uncle İlyas?

Where is your mother going like this?

-Sultan, welcome, my condolences.
-Thank you.

What can I get you? My boys brought
some stuff, but do you need anything?

No, thanks.

-Well…
-What?

I got a chewing gum.
My dad will pay for it.

Okay.

Rüstem, are you used to it?

To what?

To loneliness. After Esma died,
we couldn't talk properly.

Can you sleep at night?

I mean, it wasn't easy of course
but you get used to it…

And thanks to the kids.
Work and stuff.

-So you're happy?
-Am I happy?

I don't know.
I'm asking you.

Have you ever
thought about getting married?

Why would I?

You're alone. You're getting really old.
Aren't you afraid of dying alone?

Sultan, for God's sake,
I'm in good health.

While you're in good health,
why don't you marry someone?

-Me?
-You?

-Yes.
-No, not for me at this age.

What's wrong with our age?

Sultan, you've gone crazy,
haven't you?

You're an old woman, your husband
just died, are you horny or what?

Me? Horny?

I wouldn't be here if I were!
I'm looking for friends with benefits.

Neither a benefit
nor a friend, Sultan!

Don't get on my nerves, people will
get the wrong idea. Goodbye! Bye!

Bye.

Bye.

Have you forgotten that you cried

because my father wouldn't let me
marry you.

Those days are gone, Sultan.
We're too old for this.

You are a woman with grandchildren.

You have ten or so years left to live,
so be patient… Bye!

You be patient! Imbecile!

What are you looking at?
Get out of here!

I'm sorry for your loss.
Do you need anything?

Yes, I do. I'm looking for a husband.
Will you find one?

There is a profit margin in that.
Believe me!

For example…

There are some people who are good at
this. I'll send you the links.

I'm buying coins of AI these days.

I'm really afraid of buying those stuff.

Come on, mom! Where are you?

-Should I call her again, sister?
-No, we called her many times.

She'd get angry.
Besides, don't call me "sister"!

Sorry.

There is a trick in that…

I tried it but I don't know.
I wasn't good at it.

Listen to me.
You don't need to be tense about it.

It will go up big time.
That's what I think! Really!

She's here!

Mom, welcome.
You were all dressed up this morning.

Where have you been?

Come on, Zeki,
say what you have to say.

Then I'll open the envelope.

Cavidan, you wait outside.
It's not appropriate between siblings.

Why not? Kemal is still here.

That's right.
We'll go out with Cavidan, you…

What's the big deal? Sit down.

We know everything about each other.
Dad had nothing to leave us.

Sit down.

Mom, did Dad have anything
besides the barren field? Do you know?

I don't know.
Your father was called 'gırık ercep'.

His heart ached
when he was asked for money.

He might have put
some money somewhere.

Whatever, tell us, Zeki,
instead of making us talk here.

Okay, then I'll read it.

I'm writing down this will freely.
My name is Recep Öteyüz.

After I die, I want my belongings
to be shared as followed.

I leave 2/3 of the barren field

to my son Nevzat in Fatihbey Street,
Cide, Kastamonu,

and the remaining 1/3
to Reyhan Öteyüz Kalın.

I have 50.000 Turkish Liras
in my bank account.

I bequeath 25.000 Turkish Liras,
to my wife Sultan Öteyüz

on the condition
that she won't get married

and the other half
to my grandchildren

Miraç Öteyüz, Sudenaz Öteyüz
and Ecem Kalın.

He must have sensed it. He leaves you
the money if you don't get married.

Fuck this shit.

What can I do with it?
As if he'd left a fortune.

Mom, don't say that.
We can rent a shop on the beach.

You can rent it
with your children's money.

-Is that all?
-That's all. That's it.

-I'm leaving then.
-Where are you going?

Let's go, Kemal.

Zeki, thank you.

-Reyhan? Honey, are you okay?
-I'm not Kemal, not at all.

-What's wrong, sis?
-Enough! Stop calling me sis!

What should she call you?

-What?
-Don't you say anything.

What have I done now?

Two thirds of the barren field was
given to my brother.

And one third of it was left to me.

Now that you are in Istanbul, I was
thinking that he'd give it all to me.

He was fair though.

What's that got to do with being
in Istanbul? We're siblings!

Look, do we have another sibling? No.

So there are two of us. He should have
divided it in half. This is fair.

Honey, forget it.
So what if he gives you all of it,

as if we're going to
run the farm?

He's right. You rarely come here
only when someone dies.

-What's that got to do with it?
-Isn't it obvious?

It's about injustice!
It's not fair. Say something, mom.

Leave me out of it.
He didn't leave it to me.

He should have given it all to me,

and after my death
you were to divide it among yourselves.

I'm about to lose it! I'm the one who took
my father to many doctors in Istanbul,

I'm the one who had him operated on
in the best and most expensive hospitals,

I'm the one who bought all his medicines,
carried out his check-ups,

-hired private nurses.
-If we had money, we could.

Like hell you would!

I mean, I try not to speak badly, but
you always bring people over the edge.

You took all the man's money,
you squandered it,

you owe money to everyone
and you're still talking.

We even paid off the debts of the café.

That's why he left me more money.
So I wouldn't be dependent on you.

He should have thought
about your debts when he died.

He shouldn't have said,
"I also have a daughter!"

Of course he shouldn't have.

Look, did our grandparents have
such a problem? No!

Why are you disrupting the order?
Oh, dad.

That's what you are. Everyone wants to
go forward, you go backwards!

You're so old-fashioned.
Grow up, man! Just a little bit!

But that's not you!

If our fathers and forefathers
couldn't find what's right, will you?

Why should I speak, right?
It's my destiny.

If you're a woman, you can't speak,
but you just obey!

-Pull over, I'm getting out!
-What?

I said pull over.

-Okay, mom. We won't say anything.
-Pull over, I'm getting out!

Mom, stop!

-She's opened the door!
-Come on, pull over!

-She got out of the car.
-Kemal, get out.

Give me my slippers.
They're stuck there.

Take them.

Sit there like a moron.
Don't even defend your wife!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

You're angry with me now

but am I wrong? Say something.
Okay, we'll drop it.

Mom, don't be stubborn! Come on!

You're fighting over pennies!

Let's go back to the car.
I promise I'll drop it.

This won't work.
It's best we don't go.

Where would you go?

Reyhan could take a few days off
from the bank

and we were supposed to return today.

When I ask for a husband in a few days,
I am 'impatient'.

In fact you were impatient
to go back to work.

Wouldn't you even wait for a while
after your father's funeral?

Didn't you say, you have work to do,
don't come back and stay?

-It was a figure of speech.
-Everyone in this family is crazy!

You're the smart one, aren't you?

You're only smart because you went to
an Anatolian high school

-and we're the ones that are dumb.
-Nevzat, you're being rude.

No, I'm not!

Yes, I'm the smart one.

If it were up to you,
you'd have sold us out.

Screw you!

-They're ruining the family!
-Okay, enough! I'm leaving.

I don't accept
what's written on this envelope.

And wherever I have to appeal,
I will do it now. You'll see!

-Bring it on, then!
-Dumbass!

-Crybaby!
-Imbecile!

-Cranky!
-What happened? I didn't get anything.

-Are we leaving or what?
-I'm staying. You can leave if you like.

You did the right thing.
In fact, we need the money. He knew that.

He left the money to us.
What's the big deal?

Kemal supports us too.
Everyone is aware of everything.

Nevzat?

What if we sell this barren field
and give it to a contractor?

That would be good, but now
we need Reyhan's approval for that.

You're right.

If there weren't any waves,
we'd swim now.

The children are at home. Come on!

-What have you done, Sultan?
-What have I done?

You told a man in downtown
that you were looking for a husband.

So what?

What do you mean?

You talked to Çolak Salih's Rüstem?
Everyone was talking about you.

Couldn't you say, what's it to you?
Is it wrong to remarry at the age of 65?

Even the actress Nilgün Belgün
is getting remarried.

Are you the same as Nilgün Belgün?

-She's probably like 60 or 65.
-Whatever! People will talk!

Damn, these people won't die!

Shall I die of loneliness worrying about
what those fucking bastards will say?

Whose breath will I listen to?
Who will I make fruit plates for?

For whom will I make eggs or breakfast?
Don't you think about me at all?

I'm looking for a man
who'll listen to me breathing.

If you ever talk about those people,
don't come to me again!

Okay! Don't worry, my friend.

I heard about the rumors,
that's why I had to talk to you.

I'm on your side.

I swear I won't die
without finding you a husband.

Don't say that now!

That's how it is.
No one is more important than my friend.

Anyway, I should go now.

Wait, let me put some peppers in your bag.
They're fresh.

-And some cucumbers.
-Okay.

They're delicious.

When I find you a husband,
I'll give you a call.

-Are you sure you won't come?
-Yes, I am.

You shouldn't have set off
at night like this.

-I don't want anything bad to happen.
-No, don't worry, I'm used to it.

Goodbye, take care.
Call me if you need anything.

See you.

All the best to him.

Sudenaz, let's go inside.

-Where have you been today?
-At Ahmet's.

-Are you hungry?
-Yes, what are we having?

Some pita bread.

I can warm it up.

Here you go.

It's free!

-You couldn't do any better, huh?
-Meet him first.

You don't have to get married
right away.

Muharrem is a very kind man.
He has a good job and is well-off.

You'll be comfortable.

He's a bazaar vendor.

His mother is like onion,
his father is like garlic.

-Which one? The young one?
-No, the one with gray hair.

-Him?
-Yes.

Come! They're all fresh! Come!

-Good luck, Muharrem!
-Thank you, Hanife. Welcome!

I just wanted to say hi.

This is Sultan,
you know the one I told you about.

-From Nasuh neighborhood.
-Welcome.

-I hope you're fine.
-Yes, I am. We're just out shopping.

Good.

-My condolences, by the way.
-Thank you.

-Business is doing good, mashallah.
-He's earning well.

Oh, thank God.

I'll fetch you the best ones.
You can eat at home.

Fetch the best ones, Muharrem!

-Are they a bit rotten?
-No way, I don't sell rotten fruit.

There are some bruises.
If you want, I'll change them anyway.

-Give me some from the bottom.
-Okay.

Forget it. Look at those on the top.

-Here you go.
-They're no good.

How do you say that?
I don't sell bad fruit.

-It's a misunderstanding.
-No, look at this.

He sells bad fruit,
and nobody says anything.

Don't say things like this!
I don't sell rotten fruit.

How much?

Half a kilo is 30 liras.

Yikes! And rip-off!

Don't say it! You're being rude!

-Half a kilo apricot, please.
-Right away.

They're totally fresh!
Right from the tree! Organic!

-Here you go.
-Thanks.

Give me the bag.

-Look at this.
-What's wrong with them?

-I won't buy them.
-They're not rotten.

Are you trying to
take the bread out of my mouth?

Do your job properly then!

You… I'm angry at you, Hanife!
Go away from here with your friend!

What happened here?

Now, we're the bad ones?
You sell rotten fruit, and we're bad?

There are some bruised ones.
They sold me these.

Don't lie about food!

Isn't it your job to deliver
what you bought intact?

Isn't it a shame, all the hard work
that goes into growing it?

I have a garden too.

Wouldn't it be a shame if I handed out
rotten fruits to my neighbors?

-She put it nicely. She's a good speaker.
-Obviously! She knows a lot.

-Better than you know!
-Do it if you can!

-I can!
-Like hell you can!

-Get out of here!
-Let's go.

-Come on, Sultan.
-Don't buy from him. He sells bad fruit.

Still talking!

Come here! They're all fresh!

Hanife, he's so rude!

It hurts. Easy there.

Mom, you should have taken a pill.
Your shoulders are so tense…

I had some turmeric tea.

-Mom?
-Yeah?

-Mom, you know Elif at the bank…
-So?

Something like this happened to her.

She knew a lawyer
who handled inheritance cases.

I can ask her about it.

Huh?

I have a headache again.
I'll go to bed early.

Reyhan?

Who is it?

Nurcan's coming to pay respects.

I don't want to see her now.

Should I talk to the lawyer?

Uncle Recep loved you very much.

He even left you
a share of his inheritance.

It's true. The last time we talked about
you, you could see his pride in his eyes.

He always held you up as an example.

Since you moved to Istanbul,
he has always talked about you.

Sure! He mentioned your name
to the teenagers.

-"Study like Reyhan", he said.
-True.

-Again, sorry for your loss.
-Thank you.

No matter how sick he was,
every death is sudden.

Yeah.

It's the destiny.

My son got 82 in the exam.
He couldn't get a job.

-Can you help him?
-Maybe.

My sister-in-law's sister wants to work
at your bank. She sent you a CD.

-Not a CD, but a CV.
-Whatever!

My brother saw your husband today.
He studies child development.

-Why are we walking at this hour?
-Hurry up!

Slow down.
I can't walk with these slippers.

When you walk like a turtle,
it's no good.

I'll talk to you about something.

-Don't look at people like that.
-Is it wrong too?

-You know Hayriye, right?
-Hayriye the hazelnut?

She has a relative visiting
from Germany. His name is Refik.

He was worker, but retired.
He divorced his wife.

He left his wife and kids there,
and came here. He'll live in Cide.

He said, "All these years
I've lived abroad,

now I will live in my hometown."
He's going to be a fisherman here.

-Does he drink or gamble?
-No. He's a total gentleman.

Yeah, I met about
whom you said " gentleman".

I hope not like the imbecile
in the bazaar?

No, this one is different.
He's an elite man.

He even drink tea with milk.
He's been to Europe after all.

Sultan, where are you going?

I'm going to find this Refik.
You can walk like a turtle.

-Have a nice day.
-Thanks.

-Enjoy.
-Thanks.

-I'll ask you something.
-Sure.

-Now, if my mother gets married
-I mean, she won't-

but let's say she does,
will she not get the inheritance?

-No, she won't.
-So what happens to that money?

-It will stay there.
-At the bank?

Uh-huh.

No way. You mean the bank will
go after my father's money?

Let's not say go after.
Let's call it a hold.

What if my mom gets the money first
and then gets married?

-It gets complicated there.
-Really?

Isn't that your mother?

Mom?

Mom?

-Where are you going?
-Home.

I have things to do, I can't talk.

-Nevzat?
-Yeah?

They say your mom is looking for
a husband. Is it true?

What are you saying?
You're an old man.

Aren't you ashamed to gossip?
Leave it.

May God rest his soul.
He was a good man.

But they say he left her daughter
a share of his property.

I haven't heard such a thing!
The girls getting the inheritance…

And Reyhan said,
"I want to divide the field equally."

-You know everything!
-Sure we do.

We have nothing else to do
but sit here all day.

Anyway, give me a cup of tea.

Come join us,
we just sat down for breakfast.

I'm not hungry.
Ecem, come with me.

-Have some tea.
-I said I don't want to.

-Grandma?
-Come here.

Look at these.
Which one is nice?

Look at this.

-This is so ghetto.
-You're from the ghetto.

I haven't worn this many times.
What do you think?

It's for young people!

Don't make me swear again!

Nilgün wears mini skirts
showing his ass.

You want me to choose but
you don't like what I say.

Don't be rude to your grandma!

-What do you think?
-It's nice.

I forgot about it.

From years ago…
You think it's nice?

-Granny?
-Yes?

-Can we get you a TrashChat account?
-What is it?

It's a dating site.
It shows you men near you,

and you match with the one you like.

How does that work?
Is it like an online blind date?

No, this is cooler.
Look, I'll open one for you.

Let's take a photo of you.

Wait. Let me pose for you.

Now.

Let me look.

-This is it.
-Don't post it. I look too old.

Post this one.

Post it.

-You shouldn't have. Thank you.
-From my garden. I grow them.

You're quite a gentleman, Refik.
When did you move to Germany?

Right after high school, where Rıfat hoca
(Ilgaz) was teaching Literature classes,

and I even consulted him.

Oh, I didn't remember Rıfat.
You are a few terms ahead of me then.

Why did you come back from Germany?

After a certain age,
you want to go back to your hometown.

Even the weather is different.

-My brother was in Germany too.
-Oh, yeah? Where exactly does he live?

-My brother died last year.
-Oh, my condolences.

Thanks.
My husband has died too recently.

Oh! I'm sorry for your loss,
I'm so sorry.

-But I see you're doing well.
-I'm doing okay.

He had lung cancer.
He'd been suffering for a long time.

Is your wife there? Your children?

My wife and I are divorced.
She is in Duisburg with the older son

and the younger one is in Aachen.

They all started their own businesses,
they are doing well.

But we haven't seen each other
for a while.

-Why? Did they turn out to be ungrateful?
-No, it had to be that way.

Why don't they want to hear
about his father's wellbeing.

Is it because you and their mom
got divorced?

Kinda.

Were you violent with your wife?

No, no way. I don't hit any woman.

Obviously, you don't look like one.

We have a lot of those assholes
around here.

Pardon me.

No offense.

And marriage?

Excuse me?

Don't you want to start a new life?

Do we have to remarry
to start a new life?

Don't we?

Of course not.

Shall I give you some advice?

You don't necessarily need a man
to experience your second spring.

Just because your body is aging
does not mean that your soul is aging.

How?

For example,
I learned to fish after I was 60.

Is fish your second spring?

You're so funny.

Yes, my second spring is fish.
You can find your own thing.

What is there to do in Cide?

Mom, are you trying to kill me?

You can't be so callous!
I swear to God.

Making out with other men
on harbor corners,

signing up for dating sites…

And she put her own photo.

My father just died!
He'll be restless in his grave.

It's okay. That's enough.
Don't push her anymore.

What about those who push us?
We're a disgrace to everyone.

You weren't disgraced when you ran away
with her, now you are?

How rude, mom.

-You're provoking your husband!
-Nobody's provoking me.

I hear what you do in the café.

They have nothing to do
but talk about me?

Let them have their second spring.

Don't you know how everyone is here?
Yes, they talk about you.

Where in the world
did you hear about TrashChat?

Your daughter made me have one.
I wouldn't know otherwise.

What daughter? Ecem?

-What are you doing on that site?
-Everybody knows about it.

Everybody? How old are you?
Give me your phone. Give it to me!

Go to your room! You, too!
We'll talk about it later!

Don't yell at her.
She's not shallow like you.

-Now we're shallow?
-She was talking about us.

-It's because we didn't study.
-What if you had studied?

The same here.
Dealing with this.

You shouldn't have studied, then.
You should have taken care of them.

-Have you done it?
-Yes, we have. You haven't been here.

-You, shut up!
-Stay out of this, Cavidan!

-You can't yell at my wife!
-You can because you're her husband?

-Is it better to run away like yours?
-Screw you!

-Don't do it!
-Idiot!

What are you doing?

Enough! Stop it!

I'm sick of your fighting
and shouting!

Refik is my friend,
get that into your head.

I'm not getting married right away.
I've decided to live my life.

Haven't you been living
all this time?

What will you do?

You'll see.

Sultan, I don't know who gave you
this idea, but this job is not for you.

Are you really going to work
in the bazaar?

Yes.

Bad tradesmen gave me the idea.

That's not how that saying goes
but whatever…

Drop it Sadık, don't mind her.
She'll be gone in two hours.

She's just had a whim…

I'm here now, so get used to it.

Tomatoes…

Tomatoes…

I have peppers.

I have peppers and tomatoes.

-From the garden…
-Sultan?

Have a nice day.
Are you selling these?

Yes, Ürkiye. Welcome.
What do you want?

-Are these from your garden?
-I just picked them this morning.

-How much per kilo?
-30 but 25 for you.

-How many kilos do you want?
-One is enough.

-Do you want something else?
-No, that's it.

Instead of laughing your ass off,
weigh this. Come on.

You can.

-One more cucumber and it's one kilo.
-Thanks.

Thank you.

-How much is it, the peppers?
-80, but 60 for you. You want?

A kilo.

When you do that, you're stealing
someone else's money.

Is this shopkeeping?

What the hell am I stealing?

Is your stinking shit
the same as mine?

I'm bringing them
from my own garden.

What do you know?
These are organic.

-Thank you.
-Thanks.

I'll report you to the municipality.
You're stirring things up

because you have your eyes on our place.
I'll report you. Hear it from me!

-Go and tell whomever you want!
-You go.

Look at this!

Come, people! Come!
These are the organic ones!

Peppers are fresh. I have plums
freshly picked from the tree.

Nevzat, your mother
has started working in the bazaar.

What?

Aren't you ashamed to
make a woman work at this age?

-In the bazaar?
-Yes, the bazaar.

Stay out of it! It's her business.
What do you care?

The bazaar? I don't get it.

She was disturbing the peace of
Muharrem in the bazaar

-and putting people out of work.
-My mom?

Yeah.

Your mother has become a bazaar vendor,
your sister has set her eyes on your field.

It must be difficult for you.

TWO WEEKS LATER

Sultan? Sultan?

-You got any leftovers?
-Yes, I do.

Nice to see you.

What do you have?

-Parsley?
-Yes.

Peppers are really good.

Okay.

-What about tomatoes?
-Yes, they look really good.

We couldn't go to the bazaar.

-How are you?
-I'm fine.

How much in total?

-Thanks. Say hi to your wife.
-Sure, see you.

Mom's really good at the bazaar, right?

These people got used to her.
What do you think?

She disgraced us!

I wish God had taken my life,
and I wouldn't see this!

You're here today and gone tomorrow,
I hear all the talk.

That's no way to play the victim!
If you are our father's precious child,

you will have to suffer these things.
Destiny…

Destiny, right…

You used to get angry
about calling everything destiny.

You've been saying it
since you came here.

Our elders were telling the truth.

Do you feel happy for my mother?

Why doesn't she sit at home, watch TV
and mourn her husband?

What does it mean
to be a bazaar vendor at this age!

You are like your mom.
They are talking in the café.

Everyone has heard that
you want a share from the fields.

What?

What's it to them?

-Where are you going?
-Who's talking behind my back?

Say it to my face.

See? They went mute.
You don't know how to shut them up.

I won't give up my right!
The field will be divided in half.

Mom will be a bazaar vendor!
Go ahead, talk till morning.

You just talk about people's lives.

Give me a cold mineral water.

-You've embarrassed me!
-No! I did it really well!

You don't say anything
to shut them up!

I think about your well-being.
Don't you think about mom?

What will happen if one day she breaks
her arm or leg and becomes bedridden?

Nothing.

Get her off the bazaar.
She'll listen to you.

You're still telling me to give her up.

Mom will do what she wants and
you won't interfere from now on!

Let her live freely. She's had enough of
you and Dad all these years.

She's disrupted the order in her bazaar.

If she turns against the townspeople
tomorrow, she'll be all alone here.

Let's not disrupt her order
because she's a free woman.

Let me tell you something.

They'd quit coming to the café
out of spite of my mother.

What would happen
to your nephews then?

How would I take care of them?

You don't want her to do
such absurd stuff, I know.

-Okay.
-You're the best!

-Don't touch me. I have one condition!
-What's that?

-You'll give me half of the barren field.
-Again with the barren field?

Don't make me angry.
I want what's rightfully mine.

We'll do it 'legally'. Then you can
give it to the contractor as you wish,

and we'll divide it into
whatever number of apartments we want.

-Even the square meters will be equal.
-You just come here every holiday.

-You have your eye on my field!
-Childhood traumas aren't easily forgotten.

But those traumas got you
through school. You became a man.

A woman!

You've become a woman but with balls.

Do you accept it? Is it okay?

Yes, I do. I have my own conditions.
She'll quit working in the bazaar.

She won't look for a husband. She'll
live at my place or yours or her own.

If you can't make them happen,
look at what you can take.

Mineral water isn't cold at all.

Stop looking!

Have a nice day.

-Welcome, Refik. How are you?
-I'm fine. Look at this.

It was a fine day.
I've brought you some fish.

Oh, you shouldn't have.

Sudenaz! Sudenaz!

-Yes, grandma?
-Take it to the refrigerator.

-Okay.
-Is she your granddaughter?

-Yes, number three.
-Mashallah.

-What a big garden it is!
-Yes, it is.

I have plum trees in the back.
Some mulberry.

I make jam and
give it to the neighbors.

-Beans look good this year.
-What a deep conversation.

-Hi, Hanife.
-Come and join us.

I'm on my way to pick some plums.
I saw you and wanted to say hi.

Nice.

-I need to go now.
-Stay for a while.

-I can make you tea with milk.
-I'll drop by again.

Any time.

-See you.
-Have a nice day.

Bye.

-He said "I'll drop by again".
-Shut up!

What? You look good together.

-There's nothing going on.
-You were talking intimately.

He's my friend.

Sure.

Sultan?

Hayriye.

Sultan! Come over here!

-What happened? I'm here.
-You can't imagine what happened.

-What?
-There was a family from Ankara

who had already booked my pension…
They were going to come again.

They paid the deposit. I called them.
They didn't answer.

I texted them. No answer.
Their phones were off.

-Did they die?
-No.

God forbid.

-Did they have an accident?
-No, even worse.

I thought they wouldn't come,
so I replaced them with others,

two young boys. They came as well.
I couldn't tell the truth.

Do you want me
to tell the boys to get out?

-Can they stay at your place? Upstairs?
-Reyhan's family is staying there.

Let them sleep downstairs for two nights.
Just two nights! 950 liras.

I don't want any money.
They can deal with it.

You can clean the house a bit,
and change the sheets.

I'll bring them here.

Thank you. I hope you wishes come true.
You're the best! Number one!

Really? I can't believe it.
Did you really do that?

Believe it. Hayriye can do it.
So why wouldn't I?

The apartment you rent is
actually mine.

-At least you could have asked.
-You come but you never stay there.

But it's not good.
You take strangers into your house.

-What if something bad happens?
-Nothing would happen.

They're not some vagabonds.
They're a family.

I'll just take families in.

Sultan?

They're here.

I can earn some money with this.
I don't need the money your dad left me.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

-Thank you. And a blanket, please.
-Sure.

Welcome. This way.

Ayşe?

Ayşe! We can go now.

He's gone now.

You can check the bathroom.

Take the dirty ones…

You can stay
like it's your own house.

There is light.

Thank you.

Thank you, son.

You shouldn't have blocked that way.
We can't carry things.

-You can't go from here?
-We can't. Look at this!

-You're invading my space.
-Good for me. You're taking up too much.

We're here in the bazaar two days a week,
so I don't have to see your face much.

You or me?

-Sultan, have a nice day.
-Thanks.

-You've got the hang of it.
-When they say "you can't".

You haven't found a husband,
so you have to work.

It' better to get married than to work.
You husband would take care of you.

Maybe you can find someone here.
There are lots of men in the bazaar.

Stop it! Get back to work!

Sultan, don't mind them.
Stay in your stall.

Come, people! It's a youth vaccine.

What the hell are you saying?
What do you imply?

Don't see yourself as an old fart!

His nephew had three husbands.
Sultan also buys from this stall.

Come, people!

What are you saying?

-What are you doing?
-Don't!

My stall!
What have you done?

What have you done?

Who will pay for it?

Now you won't ever say "an old fart"!

Sultan, what have you done?

She's ruined the stall!

Here you go. Take one before it gets cold.

Laywer, one for you.

Who wants tea?

MUNICIPALITY OF CIDE

-Excuse me.
-Yes.

I'd like to make a complaint.
Where should I go?

Sultan?

Yes, Murat?

-Are you running a guesthouse here?
-Yes.

-There's a complaint against you.
-Who did this?

-What complaint?
-A guesthouse without a license.

-Is that against the law?
-Yes, it is.

-Everybody would run a guesthouse, then.
-You know everything, don't you?

I'm not doing anything wrong.

We're doing our duty.
You must have a license.

Otherwise I'll close it down next time.

-Sultan, where should I put them?
-Nesrin, what are you doing here?

Sultan?

Ayşe?

-All the women in Cide are here.
-Yeah, they are.

Look at you.

What's wrong with us?
We work with our honor.

You can't.
Will you work as a shopkeeper as women?

Why won't we?
We can move the world if we want to!

Do they have an insurance?

What insurance?

Like everything runs legally in this town,
you're interrogating me?

No need for anarchy.
Next time I'll close this place down!

Nesrin, you're coming with me.
Ayşe, you too. Come on!

Sultan, don't worry.
We'll figure it out.

Refik?

Sultan?

Marry me!

People want to see things the way
they're used to.

A woman of your age should stay
at home, not love life so much…

Those are the words of those
who don't know how to live.

Don't listen to such nonsense.

I don't but I don't have
a guesthouse anymore.

Soon my kids won't come to see me.

Look, I feel like I have started life
all over again at this age.

For years I didn't realize that
I was missing out on my own life

because I was worried about
what others would say.

I always suppressed 'myself',
and then it broke out somewhere.

I finally did what I should have done
years ago when I retired…

-I'm glad I never got married again.
-You say you won't get married?

-You are a very nice woman, Sultan.
-Me?

Yes, you, but I'm not the one
you're looking for.

You say I'm a nice woman
and yet you don't want me.

No way! I just…

I don't want women anymore.

-You get the idea.
-Okay.

What?

We won't do it but we'll just sleep in the
same bed. People won't talk anymore.

I slept in the same bed
with someone for all my life.

I want to be free
in the last spring of my life.

Right.

Don't listen to what people say!
Don't worry about it!

You know the best for yourself.

The other day Mehmet and I
went to the teacher's lounge.

The door stuck.
We couldn't get out until midnight.

Get some water.

-Some bread?
-I'm fine.

Wow, you're really happy!

After all those days, it's the first time
we have fun having our dinner.

Is it because
there's no one in the guesthouse?

No noise from upstairs.

Damned the person
who complained against us.

Don't say such things.

What's wrong Cavidan,
why are you angry?

-My mom was making some money…
-Was mom the only one making money?

Can you withdraw money
from what dad left you?

The money I earned this month
went to the stalls you ruined.

I'll withdraw some money anyway.

-But I need it.
-For what?

-For a good deed.
-What deed?

You're getting married again?

MUNICIPALITY OF CIDE

SULTAN
FAMILY GUESTHOUSE

Thank you. Have a nice day.

-Congratulations, mom!
-Thanks, son.

It looks nice.

Don't be sad.

It's better than a sugar daddy.

That's fine for you.

Don't I know you get a commission
for bringing clients to my mom?

You know I saw that, right?

Commission? Instead of Hayriye
the hazelnut getting it,

let's keep it in the family.

-I have a right in that commission.
-What commission?

I'm bringing the customer.
What's it to you?

It's my house! That's why.

I've stayed for two months
in the place I've come for a week.

I have to go back now,
I can't deal with this business.

Let her do what she likes a bit.
What's it to you?

Soon she'll start saying
"help me clean".

Women have run away too,
but she won't give up this job.

Reyhan, a commander and his wife
are coming from Kastamonu.

Help me so we can "clean" this house.

Did you hear that? I know her.
Give me half of the field, and I'll go.

Zeki was caught in the middle,
he said to settle it between ourselves.

-What about the deal?
-What deal?

She's still selling in the bazaar.
People still talk in the café.

You're okay with her running
a guesthouse but not with selling.

You mention the people in the café.
What's got to do with it?

You have a daughter too. Are you going to
be silent if she's treated like this?

-No one can do it.
-Dad said the same. Look at us.

-Even my brother doesn't respect my rights.
-You're playing with words.

-Is it the same?
-Yes. Yes, it is.

One day your daughter may be in this
situation. Would you do the same?

Of course I'll give something, but…
Her husband will take care of her.

-If it comes to my low income…
-The same mentality.

You want us to obey
every word a man says.

Don't you want her
to stand on her own feet?

Do you want her
to depend on her husband?

-She won't need anyone.
-That's why you have to be fair.

So that she doesn't look for what

she doesn't even see
from her family elsewhere,

so that she doesn't think
it's normal and shut up…

That's why.

Who am I talking to?

-You're just like dad.
-What?

-You're like dad.
-What did you say?

I said you're like dad.

Totally the same.
He overlooked my auntie, also mom.

We all saw this. Before he died,
he overlooked me.

You're doing the same.
You'll do the same to your daughter.

-I'm not like dad, and I'll never be!
-Don't act like him then!

-You think he's doing me a favor.
-Yes.

-With the field.
-Did he caress my head just once?

-What's got to do with it?
-A lot.

Leaving a field to your son
doesn't make you a father.

You're right. It's unfair.

You tried really hard to
make a man like me…

You won't say "cry", right?
I'm cleaning my nose with my hands.

If someone knows about it,
I'll change my mind.

About what?

I'll give you half of the field.

-Really?
-Really.

I have a condition.

It's not a condition actually.
A request.

My son got a good score
in the university exam.

-Yeah, we talked.
-He wants to study in Istanbul.

-He didn't tell me this.
-He didn't tell us either.

He said, I can stay and study here
But I don't want him to study here.

I studied here, so what?

I didn't study at university though.

If he stays here,
he'll see the same people.

You said I was friends
with sons of the tobacco shop owner.

I want him to study in Istanbul.

I want to be proud of him.

Just like I'm proud of you.

I couldn't say anything to him.
You can see how we are financially.

Istanbul is a big city.
I couldn't talk to you about it.

-Why?
-Your husband, and all. I don't know.

Come on. He got a good score
and he wants to study in Istanbul.

He'll stay at my place, of course.
He'll be a brother to Ecem.

I'm his auntie. He's my nephew.
We're siblings.

-Really?
-Really.

-Thank you.
-I thank you.

Reyhan? Come here.
It's so dirty in here.

Okay, mom. Coming.

See?

I'm like a cleaning lady.
Look at my hands.

Coming.

You promised.
We're dividing the field in half.

-I promise.
-Promise?

Promise.

-Bro?
-Yeah?

I forgot this. If you fuck my rights,
you're fucked!

I didn't see it coming.

-Mom, where are you?
-Naughty girl.

You shouldn't have to.
We had beans at home.

I haven't been able to take you out
to dinner since I came here.

I just wanted to
have a good meal together.

-It's so nice of you.
-Enjoy.

-Will we drink raki as well?
-Whoa!

You can come during the holidays,
Sudenaz.

We will visit you all together.

Good for you.
Be good to each other all the time.

-Don't be like your mom or dad!
-Mom!

Come on, mom!

-I wish your father were here.
-I wish!

He must be watching us from somewhere.

He made a living hell when he was alive.

But he left behind two beautiful things.
And you give me those precious children.

The important thing is the mark
you leave behind you.

Ecem?

You downloaded that garbage or
whatever it is, is there anyone nearby?

Mom, come on!

Kidding!

She's kidding.

Mom, I'm sorry.

You won't ask why?

-No, I knew it already.
-You knew I made a complaint against you.

I knew it right away.

Mom, it was for your own good.
I didn't have any bad intentions.

Look at them.

-Sweatie.
-I packed some peppers.

-You loaded too much.
-You can eat them all.

I'll have driving license classes.
Next time I'll drive the family.

I'll sleep on the way, then.
It's difficult to drive the whole way.

-Can you believe what he's saying?
-You'll be a good man!

Mom.

Drive carefully.

Drive carefully, okay?

-Take good care of mom.
-Don't worry.

See you.

Take care, Miraç.

Call me
as soon as you make the final decision.

See you, take care.

Okay, wait.

-Bye.
-Goodbye.

Reyhan?

-I'm going to the café.
-Nevzat, wait.

I'll buy something downtown.
I'm going with him.

Come with us.

Come here.

-Who flew? Sudenaz flew.
-She flew.

SULTAN
FAMILY GUESTHOUSE

Sultan Guesthouse?

It's like a shared building.
It's like a house.

A bathroom and a kitchen. 800 liras.
Cheaper than the ones on the beach.

Okay, we're expecting you then.

Sultan?

You scared me, Hanife.

-I have good news for you.
-What?

-You know Şaban?
-Şaban the bear?

Yes, he has a brother in Güren village.
They hadn't seen each other for long.

Probably they weren't talking
to each other.

They made up or what?

Wait, let me tell you.
His brother's name is Fikri.

They call him Fikri the Cyclops.
He had big blue eyes.

-So?
-His wife died two weeks ago.

Some people from our neighborhood
even went to the village for her funeral.

-So what? I didn't get your point.
-He's looking for a wife.

He said I want to marry again.
I thought about you.

I didn't want to talk to them
before letting you know.

-Does he have money?
-Of course he does.

I think the back of your barren field
belongs to them.

-Does he have a house?
-Yes, he does!

One in the village, two in İstanbul.

-Does he have a car?
-Yes, he even has a tractor.

He bought a new car for his son last year.
Can you imagine?

Good. You marry him, Hanife!

-You don't want him?
-No! I've got enough on my plate.

I can't deal with a husband.
I'm going to the bazaar.

Sultan?

-Yes?
-What's going on?

-I want to go back to work.
-What about your husband?

I don't know. I didn't ask his opinion.

You said if we want,
we can make an earthquake.

The saying is not like this, anyway.
Good for you.

Good. The guests are about to arrive.
Tidy up the house a bit.

You can prepare some food.

Let's go, Nesrin.

-Nesrin, where is Ayşe?
-She couldn't come.

Okay.

What happened?
You weren't here on Monday.

I worried about you.

The kids, the guesthouse, and all.
That's it, Muharrem.

You benefited from it,
and stole my customers, right?

No way! I left a rose there to show
you're in our heart.

I've died and I'm not aware of it?

You don't understand my jokes.

This is from the best part of my garden.

Look at this. It doesn't have
any bruises or whatever.

It's healthy.

-It's nice.
-Enjoy.

Is that what I told you?
You're driving me crazy!

You told me to be around you.
So, here I am.

-Okay, I said it but not always.
-But it's nice.

-Son, where are you?
-I'm late because of Ayşe.

She said she'd work
with me here all day.

-I will.
-Way to go, girl.

This is all because of you, Sultan!

Take good care of each other.
You can end up alone all of a sudden.

Will she stay with me all day long?

If you don't want me here,
I'll work in the guesthouse.

Okay, do what you want.

-Really? Sultan, did you hear that?
-Yes. Go, the girls are waiting for you.

I won't cook tonight.
Grab something on the way home.

-Thanks.
-Enjoy.