All language subtitles for Old.Money.2025.S01E01.720p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta[EZTVx.to].srt - eng(2)

The last princess of a dying empire,

which is now nothing more than prey
in the eyes of its enemies,

with only the glory and splendor
of its past remaining.

And the new prince of the new world,

burning with a passion for victory

and a desire to lay siege to
and destroy that great empire.

A clash between the ambassadors
of these two worlds,

between old money and new.

The story of war and love

between one born into the game
of etiquette, knowledge, and diplomacy,

and one who changes the game.

OLD MONEY

ONE MONTH AGO

Where did you come from, madam?

France.

Oh, from France!

My aunt's youngest daughter
is named Sevil.

She moved to Lyon,
started working at a nail salon there.

She's opening her own place.

She didn't speak a word of French.
Can you believe that?

She had to learn, of course.

Welcome, Mr. Engin.

The blonde witch is here.

Come on!

Did you get younger?

What?

Did you get younger?

Come here.

-I'll throw it.
-Okay.

Nice!

-You're getting rusty.
-Come on! I got you off the boat.

I missed you so much.

Of course you did.

I missed you too.

-I'll throw you--
-Let me--

No, don't touch me!

You blonde witch.

Girl, will you ever change?

Yeah. So, who are these guys?

The Bulut family.

No one knew their name ten years ago,
but now everyone talks about them.

So we're forced to talk about them too.

An unbelievably fast rise.

By taking risks, by daring…

They moved atop the hills.

On an enormous property.

And now…

they want to expand to the coast.

To our land.

Songül Bulut. You could say
she's the mother of three brothers.

She built the family.

Now she's fully enjoying
the life she created.

The oldest is Mahir.

A total adrenaline junkie.

He's a bit rough. A bit reckless.

Oh, is that so?

He's crazy, basically. You get the idea.

The youngest is Arda.
The charming face of the family.

He handles the communication.
Very talented at it.

Hold on a sec.

I'd like to speak.

Friends…

I'd like to welcome you on this…

Are you nuts? Why would I give a speech?
I'm asking if we should dock by the club.

And their business?

How did they get this far so fast?

That's where it gets interesting.

The key is the middle brother.

Osman.

The brains of the family. A true monster.

A pure villain.

Moves incredibly fast.

He makes his move and decides

before we even put together
a feasibility study.

He's really smart.

Yeah, exactly.

They've made massive strides
in international maritime trade.

They first bought ships, then ports.

Always bigger, always further.

Now they've set their sights
on your mansion.

They want to live there.

In your mansion.

You won't give it up, right?

I'm here to sign, Engin.

My dad's bankrupt.

We have no other choice.

Don't.

Girl, what have I been telling you?
They're trying to replace us.

Us?

Old money versus new money.

Listen. Get it together.

This mansion has been in your family
for 150 years.

My mom died here.

Your mom lived here, Nihal.

This mansion belongs to Auntie Nermin.

You were born here.
Will you just hand it over to them?

Your roots.

What are you talking about?

Are you a fascist? I'm gonna throw up.

Hey, come on!

-You're hard to talk to.
-"Roots."

Answer it.

Hello? Yeah.

Have you chilled Ms. Nihal's bottle?

-Of course. Shall we serve it?
-Yes.

She's a traitor, you know.

What?

She is. A traitor.

She's become the CFO of the Buluts.

They're treating me well.

Oh, stop it.

Kiko, dear, welcome.

You, stop it. I've got an announcement.

I'm in love.

He's just that kind of man.

But let me tell you,
we have a long future ahead of us.

Rings and all that.

Tell us, Pınar. How are things?

What things?

She means sex.

Oh, no.

We haven't done it yet.
We're taking it slow.

What do you mean?

When we open a bottle, we take a sip.
What did you fall in love with?

Sweetie, we don't need anything physical.

Our souls connected.
Let me put it that way.

Souls?

It's obvious she's never been in love.

Love is a metaphysical thing.
It really is the meeting of souls.

You're in awe. You're curious.

You imagine the moments
you don't get to see.

What's she like on her own?

When no one's looking at her?
When she wakes up?

When she's feeling down or I don't know…

When she's embarrassed.

Love, my dear, is sexual energy.

You sleep together, hang out,
satisfy your curiosity.

I mean, I don't know…

Whatever. No need to drag it out.

Pass the calamari.

My pretty girl.

-Dad.
-Come.

Here. Look.

They ordered a 50-meter yacht.

Fifteen months ago.

They paid 70% up front.

Well, I paid my old debts with that money.

So we couldn't honor the contract.

And time flew by so fast.

-You haven't even started.
-We have the structural design, actually.

Why would they commission us?

We haven't built such a big one
in eight years.

Maybe they knew we were the best.

Not that it matters now.

We'll give them the house
to settle our debt.

We could sell to someone else
and pay them back, but that takes time.

It's a Trojan horse.

Come again, dear?

They planned this.
The yacht's just a cover.

They were after the house all along.
You seriously didn't see that?

What does this mean?

What is this?

Played for a fool.

A fool?

Am I the fool here?

Do you want to discuss that now?
You failed to deliver.

Honey, I told you. I had debts.

Whatever.

Whatever.

Listen, I signed it.

If you sign it too…

We're not giving up the house.
Call them. I'll talk to them.

Come on.

Listen, conceding defeat
is a virtue, isn't it?

I mean, you're used to trophies,

championships,
being the head designer and all.

But life is more than that.

Sometimes you must know how to lose.

I do know that.

But the game isn't over,
so let's not concede yet.

Okay.

Call them. Let them know.

I want to meet them for myself.

Let's meet and see what this is all about.

We have a guy called Kerem.

Yeah, in finance.

Yeah, we run everything by him.

It's very tie-ish.

What?

Bro, catch up with the trends.

You caught one, all right.
Don't let go. It's amazing.

I guess your morning coffee
hit you a little hard.

Don't pick on him.

You look cute.

-Thanks.
-You're welcome.

-Ms. Nihal, right?
-Yes.

-Mahir.
-Hello.

-I'm Arda.
-Hi.

I'm Songül. I'm sure you already know.

Ms. Nihal, please have a seat.

By the way, can I just call you Nihal?

We're about the same age.

I'll take that as a compliment. Sure.

Now, the matter at hand is

the boat you commissioned.

The deadline has long passed.

So, let's call it a mega yacht

that proves our payment went up in smoke.

Let's call it that.

I've come to ask for an extension.

The Baydemirs always keep their promises.

There's been some setbacks.
We're asking for a little tolerance.

So you can get your Baydemir boat.

Nihal, you work in this field
in Europe, right?

We've heard
that you're a lead designer in France.

So you're on the artistic side
of this business.

Exactly. We're talking about something
I know well and do well.

You can trust me.

Won't financing be an issue?

We know that…

-We've heard that Mr. Sulhi--
-Yes.

My father's affairs are a bit tangled,
but I'm here now, right?

Okay.

Excuse me?

Propose a schedule.

And we'll see.

Well…

I need to ask a few questions
since it'll be a custom design.

We always talk with the owners beforehand

to ensure ultimate comfort.

About your lifestyle and your priorities.

Well, it'll be Osman's boat.

So you should talk to Osman about it.

Or they'll call you,

and you'll have your meeting.

-Good day.
-I'll walk you out.

Thank you.

It's quite breezy and refreshing
since it's right by the water, you know?

One deep breath and you feel restored.

But everything changes so fast
in the city.

Yes.

You must be seeing it clearly
when you come here.

Well, I see something has disappeared
every time I come back.

Like, the bakery I used to go to
in high school is closed.

-It made me so sad--
-Hold on.

You have to try our chef's cooking.

You'll be licking your fingers.

There's a car waiting at the gate.
Let us give you a ride.

-Osman is very particular about this.
-What do you mean?

Well, since our place is
a bit out of the way,

it's hard to get here.

We even arrange rides for assistants
coming for job interviews.

-Ah, nice.
-It's a strict rule.

Back in college, we used to calculate
the cost of commuting to school.

Not everyone understands
the burden of transportation costs.

I mean, it may not mean much to you.
That's what I…

I get it. We wouldn't understand.

No. That's not what I meant.

Relax. I get what you mean.

The brains of the family.

A pure villain.

Moves incredibly fast.

He makes his move and decides

before we even put together
a feasibility study.

He's really smart.

A true monster.

The meeting is set.
I'll meet him one-on-one tomorrow.

Tell me. Fill me in a bit. You know him.

What can I say?

Dress warm.

What do you mean?

He's cold.
You feel a chill around Mr. Osman.

Engin hates him. He scared me too.

I can't say, "Don't be scared.
There's nothing to fear."

He's sharp as a tack.

You put the files on his desk.
It's like he's never seen them.

Then suddenly he says something,

and you realize he knows every detail.

He's surprising.

He could be setting a trap.

He doesn't talk much. You can't read him.

But he's not the villain
Engin makes him out to be.

He's fair, I can say that.

His inner sense of justice guides him.

I think that's a distinctive quality.

Well, good for him.

You want a flaw.

You want to get riled up.

Right? He's your enemy after all.

It's not about being enemies.

You know, flaws reveal who you are.

Let me ask you something.

-There's nothing shady, right?
-No.

Engin wants people to think there is.

He's just self-made.
You'll see once you get to know him.

No cabs at the stand?

Okay, fine.
Yeah, there's a lot of traffic.

Could you hail one for me?

I'm really late.

Ms. Nihal? Please.

Hello? Never mind.

Thank you.

Thanks.

-Hello.
-Hi.

-Mr. Osman?
-He's expecting you.

Please.

These dates…

Sorry?

It's a very tight schedule.

Will you be able to make it?

I believe so.

And the financing?

You don't want anything from us?

It wouldn't be appropriate.
You've already paid most of it.

I believe I can secure temporary financing
through my own connections.

Your own connections?

Sure.

I beg your pardon?

As I said,
I have a few personal questions as well.

To make sure the design
suits you perfectly.

Please, go ahead.

Have you decided on a name for the boat?

That's the most important detail for me.

You haven't decided yet. I see.

A boat can be a vacation spot
or a secluded workspace.

So it should accommodate both.

If you tell me your daily--

My daily routine?

Yes. For example,
what do you do upon waking up?

I can tell the coffee machine
is important to you.

How far should it be from the bed?
The bed is a whole other matter.

Is there anything specific
about your sleep routine?

I prefer certain brands.

They'll inform you about the bedding
and ventilation requirements.

Great.

Any hobbies?

Say, table tennis or a pool table?

I love table tennis, for instance.
Competing, making bets.

Whenever I get together with friends,
we always play something, make bets.

I just don't like video games.

What about you? Console games or anything?

Should we create such an area?

Not necessary.

How about solitude?

Your room is a bit Kafkaesque.
At the end of the hallway.

It evokes distance and isolation.

Do you need a place to be alone

when you have guests onboard--

Email your questions to my assistant,
and they will inform you.

Thank you, Ms. Nihal.

-Sure.
-Have a nice day.

Let's exchange numbers.

No need.
As I said, my assistant will contact you.

Wait, you won't give me your number?

Like I said.

Not necessary.

Then…

I'll just write mine here.

Just so you have it.

Have a nice day.

AMUSEMENT PARK

Osman, don't stay up too late, okay?

We have to get up early tomorrow.

Okay, Mom!

BLACK BEAUTY

Mahir! You forgot to take the trash
from number four, son.

Dad, they didn't leave it out.

Put this in the bin too.

Help!

Search and Rescue is here!

Can anyone hear me?

Mom, Dad, where are you?

AUGUST 17, 1999

-Guys, I heard a voice!
-Bring a blanket!

Come help!

-For God's sake.
-Careful.

-There's another one!
-Arda!

In an apartment block called Bulut
where 42 people lived,

only four survived.

Math teacher Songül Işıkçı,

six-year-old Arda,

nine-year-old Osman,

and the janitor's son,

12-year-old Mahir İlmek.

Osman, come here.

Their mothers, fathers, siblings,

all lost under the rubble.

This tragic story is just one
of the earthquake's many realities.

Teacher…

My parents are still inside.

Mahir, come with me.

This is our home now.

We'll all live here together, happily.

You're brothers now.

And we are a family, okay?

Due to the devastation
caused by the earthquake in our country,

it is evident
that this is an extraordinary situation.

Given this, it has been decided

at the discretion of the court
and upon receiving their consent,

that custody of the three children
will be granted to Songül Işıkçı.

And at their request,
their last names will be changed to Bulut.

Given the degree
of the above polynomial is five,

what is the sum
of the possible values of M?

Mahir, are you listening?

You still don't understand polynomials.
The test is soon.

Maybe I won't study finance.
Maybe I don't want to.

Oh? What will you study, then?

Silence, Arda.

Do your homework.

You'll study.

You'll all study finance
whether you like it or not.

You must understand money
to learn how this world works.

Okay, you go make tea or something.
I'll explain.

Listen now, bro.

P(x)…

What's this now?

I thought we'd just get the mansion.

The boat was bait.

It was all for the house.

-Why do we give the princess wiggle room?
-Leave it to me.

We already did.

We left our entire lives to you.

Songül, do you have a problem? Be frank.

No. I mean…

I just want you to save yourselves.
That's why I told you to study--

Songül.

I'll ask again. Do you have a problem?

No, Osman.

I don't have a problem.

What problem could I have?
We have a life beyond our dreams.

-But--
-What?

Why do we want that mansion?

I didn't ask before,
but if I may, I'd like to ask now.

Why that mansion?

Bagels!

Fresh bagels!

I have combs! Ladies and gentlemen…

Ladies and gentlemen, do you need a comb?

-Two bagels, please.
-Which ones?

I've got combs, gentlemen!

Anyone else want a comb?

Hey, Osman.

Look how happy they are.

I can't remember.

Can't remember what?
Why you want that mansion?

No.

Okay…

My mind's a bit foggy. I need to think.

All right.

I'll be going, then.

But you're a bit off.

You are.

-This way. Ms. Nihal will be here shortly.
-Thank you.

Oh?

Well, let's share, then.

-I'll ask for a mug.
-No need. Enjoy.

The coffee machine's broken,
so I have to go out to get some.

-I emailed you.
-I know.

Since we didn't exchange numbers,
we couldn't--

No need.

I saw the email, and I'm responding now.

So you saw it, and… what do you think?

I'm listening.

It's uninspired.

Ordinary.

You mentioned customization,
but it seems like the only thing you did

was make a few tweaks
to an existing template.

Let me say two things.
First, there was no template.

Everything was drawn from scratch,
out of respect for this profession.

Second, I know from years of experience

that people who order yachts of this size

are not as different from each other
as they think.

They're all inevitably alike.

If you noticed a similarity,
it may be because of you, not me.

Who are they?

Who are these people
that order yachts of this scale?

Care to explain with all your experience?

Sure.

They're mostly people
who came from nothing

and made their money later in life.

They love extravagant things.

And that's an unrefined attitude, huh?

Not at all. They just have more energy.

More appetite for life.
More skillful at finding meaning--

No need to be polite, Ms. Nihal.
You don't have to understand us.

I hate talking about myself, but--

I figured that out.
Also, I'm not trying to be polite.

Please, go ahead.

I don't play for any team.

Not yours, not ours, not any ideology's,

or any other thing you think you know.

And I find this
"I already figured you out" attitude

very insulting.

Don't sugarcoat it.

Say you think it's stupid.

Relax. I won't be offended.

Because I don't play for any team either.

-Let's take off the jerseys and talk.
-Sure.

-May I?
-Please, I'm listening.

All right.

You want out of this job.

You won't be able to do it anyway.

You don't feel the need
to put in the effort.

You tried because of an ego trip.

Let's just call it off.

No way.

I get it now.

Caught me a little off guard,
but I get you.

I think you're very loyal
to the team you're playing for.

The ones who came from nothing.

The self-made ones.

"We worked our fingers to the bone
to get to where we are now."

"And since we made it this far,
we must know everything."

"From the bottom to the top."

"The world is our plaything."

And there it is.

There it is.

The classic old money attitude.

Just like a loyal team player.

"We know these people very well."

"Many of them worked for our fathers."

"They caused problems
that our fathers had to fix." Right?

You claim to be on top, looking down

to see the big picture.

I see everything from eye level.

As Nihal. As a single human being.

I have my own life experience.

If thinking that helps, be my guest.

If it feels good to say it…

-You don't know me.
-Ms. Nihal, you don't know me either.

And again, thinking that you do
is deeply misguided.

I think…

you liked my designs very, very much.

And you were surprised to see
how much they spoke to you.

Well, that's my job.

Like I said, I'm very good at what I do.

Seems like it upset you.

And that's why
we're having this argument right now.

Come on, girl.

Hello?

I need a favor.

HI. THIS IS NİHAL.

WE CAN CONTINUE
OUR PLEASANT CONVERSATION HERE.

The deal is off.

No more tolerance.

No more boats. We want the mansion.

Let them know.

Subtitle translation by: Elif Günay