Original subtitles

[rain pattering]

[thunder rumbling]

THE MUSEUM OF INNOCENCE

[bird chirps]

[Füsun] Brother Kemal, this is my husband, Feridun.

We got married five months ago.

[quiet, pensive music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

Oh…

Pleased to meet you.

You're quite lucky, Mr. Feridun.

Not only did you marry this wonderful girl,

but she's the owner of this tricycle I brought.

-Ah! -[Kemal chuckles]

Nesibe.

Oh! Sorry, you're just standing there.

We wanted to invite you to the wedding,

but we'd heard about your father's illness.

[Tarık] Please, come in.

Füsun, don't hide behind your husband.

Find a vase for the beautiful roses Mr. Kemal brought.

Go on, honey.

Come on.

[Nesibe] Let's get these roses in some water.

Mr. Kemal. Would you like to have a raki?

Oh, please. Thank you.

[Nesibe] Have some of this. The cherries are delicious.

[Tarık] Mm-hmm.

-They look delicious, my dear. Yes. -They are so fresh.

[bird chirping]

[thunder rumbling]

So, when is the baby coming?

[Feridun and Nesibe laughing]

Uh, we're not planning on having one yet.

Maybe when we get a place of our own.

[chuckles quietly]

Kemal. Of course Feridun is quite young,

but he's the most sought-after screenwriter in all of Istanbul.

He wrote The Simit Seller.

And not just that one. I can't remember their names…

[old Kemal] In a desperate gasp of hope,

I imagined that this marriage story was a joke,

that they had disguised a chubby neighbor as Füsun's husband

just to catch me off guard.

Fava beans? You love fava beans.

[clears throat] Thank you. [chuckles]

And he's a distant relative of Füsun on her father's side. [chuckles]

[thunder rumbling]

[Feridun laughs]

[bird tweeting]

We used to ride bikes together when we were little kids.

How nice.

[lighter clinks, flint scrapes]

[old Kemal] My only consolation was to sit across from her…

[thunder rumbles]

…gazing in silence, as one reverently admires a painting.

-[rain pattering forcefully] -[Feridun] Wow, it's really raining.

[Tarık] My God. Listen to that.

[thunder rumbling]

It seems to be picking up, doesn't it?

-[crash] -[Nesibe gasps] What was that?

The barrel! Oh…

-[Feridun] What's that sound? -[Nesibe] What happened, Tarık?

[rumbling]

[rumbling continues]

-[Tarık] If it hits something… -[Nesibe, anxiously] Ah…

Let me see. It could be dangerous.

[Tarık] Look, do you see it? Look at that. What a mess.

[emotional music playing]

-I hope it doesn't hit anything. -[Nesibe] Wonder if the driver's alright.

[Tarık] Who?

[Feridun] Maybe we should bring him something to eat.

[Tarık] And look at that. What a mess.

[Nesibe] I hope the lower floors don't get flooded.

[Tarık] If the water reaches that point…

[Nesibe] Wasn't it the same last year?

-It… It was exactly the same. -[Tarık] Yes.

[Nesibe] Year after year. It's such a shame for those people.

They suffer year after year…

[Feridun] Is that Hasibe's house?

-[Nesibe] Which one? -[Feridun] That one.

[Nesibe] The lights are off.

[Tarık] Of course they are, but I told them…

-[footsteps approaching] -This isn't good.

Please forgive me. Can you?

I'm very sorry I couldn't attend your father's funeral.

I thought you'd be there.

I thought so.

But it was impossible to come.

[Tarık] Well, isn't it true what they say, my dear?

[Nesibe] You can't stand in the way of water.

[Feridun] Hey, did you see the grocer's illegal awning has blown off?

Yes, unfortunate.

Füsun?

[Füsun sniffling]

[crying]

Füsun?

[Feridun] Füsun, what's wrong?

I still feel so sorry that I didn't attend Uncle Mümtaz's funeral.

I'm just upset. I loved him dearly.

Right, these two used to play together as children as well.

-Come on now. -Oh, my sweet girl…

-Again, my condolences. -Don't cry, dear.

[Nesibe] Mm.

[Tarık] She loved your late father, you know.

[bird chirping]

Mr. Kemal.

Another raki? Huh?

-[objects on table clattering] -Ah, Mr. Kemal, be careful.

[sniffs] I'd like to wash my hands.

-[Nesibe] Sure. -[Tarık] Of course.

Füsun, honey, show Mr. Kemal the way.

[thunder rumbling]

-[Tarık] Are you alright? -[Füsun] Mm-hmm.

[stairs creaking]

[hinges squeaking]

[old Kemal] Once again it was clear

that the two of us had been made for one another.

[hinges squeaking]

[hinges squeaking]

[restless tones playing]

[sniffs]

[restless tones swelling]

In the mirror in that tiny bathroom,

I saw the rupture in my soul written all over my face.

I had been drained by defeat.

-I had finally snapped. -[breathing heavily]

[takes deep breath]

I must have been in there for a long time.

How did I get out of the bathroom? How did I get back to the table?

What did Mr. Çetin say when he coaxed me out?

I don't remember.

[heavy, stumbling steps]

[dinnerware clattering]

I just remember that when I came back, there was silence.

[uneasy music playing]

I don't know if they were silent

because they could no longer ignore the shame seeping out of me,

or if my crushing sense of failure had defeated me.

[Feridun] The movies they make in Yeşilçam are terrible, Mr. Kemal.

And we're all aware of that, you know?

But we're also aware that Turkish people are crazy about movies.

If you could find a dependable, wealthy investor

who was also in it for the right reasons, then… [echoing]

You could make a piece of art.

[restless tones continue]

[emotional music playing]

I've written a movie for Füsun to star in, actually.

[Füsun laughs quietly]

[Feridun echoing] But, unfortunately, I can't find the funding.

[old Kemal] No matter how drunk we might be,

there are moments when the clouds part and we catch a glimpse of the truth.

Füsun and her husband had only invited me tonight

because they saw me as some wealthy relation

who could bankroll their pipe dream.

Füsun wanted to be a movie star.

She didn't need me. She needed my money.

[melancholy music playing]

[thunder crashing]

[exhales]

[thunder rumbling]

[distant traffic noises]

[inhales]

[groans quietly]

[groans quietly]

[pensive music playing]

[Füsun overlapping] Brother Kemal… We'd love to see you.

This is my husband… For dinner, May the 19th…

If you can't come, please send word… My husband…

[Füsun's voice echoing indistinctly]

[Vecihe, echoing] You remember Berna?

Her youngest daughter Binnur came back from Switzerland, she was educated there.

She turned 18 last month and is apparently very beautiful.

She rides horses and such.

[echoing stops] Are you even listening to me right now?

The Dağdelen's daughter finished high school in Switzerland.

She turned 18 last month.

[laughs]

And I hear she's beautiful, so…

I would happily go meet her if you wanted.

Yes, you can meet her if you want.

Oh! Oh, good!

[laughs]

I… It is so nice to hear you're ready for that, son.

[fast-paced dramatic music playing]

[old Kemal] I would never see those people again.

I couldn't care about someone who would bury herself alive

in a ridiculous marriage.

[buzzing]

[gasps quietly]

Are you all right, Mr. Kemal?

My dear aunt, I'm very sorry to disturb your evening.

[woman on TV] You can't do this to me.

It won't be good for me, it will be very bad.

I don't want this life!

[Tarık] Mm.

[dishes clattering]

[man on TV] Why have we become so distant from one another?

Mr. Kemal?

How are you?

[Tarık] Welcome, sir.

I'm sorry to disturb you.

[Tarık] Not at all.

[man on TV] My father was wealthy. But we couldn't maintain our status.

Something's bothering me.

I wanted to discuss it.

Well, Mr. Kemal, I'm sorry, since her husband's not--

Feridun went out with his filmmaker friends.

[bird chirps]

[man on TV] They want me to marry her…

Ever since I was a child…

I see.

You see, it's as if it had all been arranged…

-Well, uh… -[Nesibe] Uh…

Have a seat, huh?

And I-I'll bring in tea for us.

Okay? Yeah?

[Tarık] Okay.

[emotional music playing]

[old Kemal] I would rather endure humiliations like this

than the agony of not seeing her.

-[music on TV playing] -[slow footsteps approaching]

[man on TV] If you didn't want to see me…

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean you any harm.

I was drunk and left your earring next to your toothbrush.

I'd meant to return it to you properly.

The earring wasn't anywhere close to my toothbrush.

What?

Semolina pudding, Mr. Kemal…

-Oh. -It's the kind with fruit.

It's very nice.

Thank you, Mr. Tarık.

Mmm.

This is delicious.

This is wonderful, Aunt Nesibe. Thank you.

Enjoy it, dear.

[woman on TV] Why has it taken so long?

[man on TV] …my mother was alive.

[woman] Look at that bird!

-[bird on TV tweets] -[man] I brought it.

[woman] Why?

[man] The house was too quiet. Do you like it?

-[bird tweeting] -[man] It doesn't have a name yet.

[real bird twitters]

[woman] Your name will be Yellow Wing.

-[real bird chirping] -[man] I love you.

[chirping continues]

[man] I said "I love you" for the first time in my life.

[bird chirps]

[woman] I'll wait for you, Kemal.

-As long as I live… -[bird tweeting]

…as long as I breathe,

the light in the green mansion will never go out.

[door buzzer sounding]

[Tarık] I'll get it, Nesibe.

[woman] We all understand, that light will follow me in the mountains,

in the hills, in the scorching deserts.

I'll be right back.

[woman] …still see it. Hush, Kemal. I won't say goodbye.

-That way… -Goodbye, then.

[woman] I'll get ready…

I can't tell you how wonderful it was

to host you once again in our home, dear Mr. Kemal.

Don't pay attention to that long face of hers.

Her father just worries her.

-She really is excited to see-- -Mother, stop it, that's enough now.

[woman] The light in the green mansion…

[Kemal] Seeing you happy has given me all the happiness I ever wanted.

Seeing you made us very happy as well.

Now that you know where we are, I hope you'll visit often.

I'm sorry, this will be my last time.

-[man on TV] I should go. -[emotional music playing]

Goodbye.

[bird chirps]

Uncle Tarık, my mom wants the dish back…

Good evening, Mr. Tarık.

Good evening.

[emotional music continues]

-[city street noises] -[distant dog barking]

[muffled traditional music playing]

Mr. Kemal.

-Mr. Feridun. -What a pleasant surprise.

I'm leaving your place.

Oh really? Thank you, how great.

[exhales]

[restless music playing]

-By the way… -Yes?

I was thinking about your movie business idea.

We should make art films in Turkey.

Of course, since you were out, I didn't mention it to Füsun.

Shall we talk about it one evening?

Oh, I would love to.

Shall I come get you five o'clock on Tuesday?

Füsun should come too, right?

You can bring her along.

Our intention is both to make an art film

and for Füsun to have the leading role, am I right, Feridun?

Good evening, Mr. Kemal. Have a nice night.

You too.

[old Kemal] Like most Turkish men who lived in my world

and found themselves in a situation like mine…

I never stopped to wonder what the woman I was madly in love with was thinking.

What her hopes were, what her dreams might be.

I only fantasized about her incessantly.

[soft background music playing]

Enjoy, Mr. Kemal.

For me, cinema is everything, Mr. Kemal.

I'm only telling you this so you don't judge me by my age.

I've been working in Yeşilçam for three years.

I've met everyone. I've done everything from PA to assistant directing.

I've written 11 screenplays.

And they were all successes. Each one was produced.

Well, I'd love to see them.

Sure, I'll take you. Most of them are playing in the summer cinemas.

But I don't want to make those movies anymore.

And thanks to you, the movie we make won't be anything like those.

[Kemal] And what are "those" like?

Oh, you know, for example,

one of those films where a village girl comes to the big city,

then a French governess turns her into a refined lady in three days. [laughs]

[Füsun] I would have fought with the governess anyway.

[Füsun and Feridun laughing]

She… She also won't be one of those poor relations,

those Cinderella wannabes.

[Feridun laughs]

[nostalgic music playing]

I wouldn't mind playing a poor relation, actually.

So, do you watch any Turkish films nowadays?

Not really.

-[Feridun] Füsun was like that too. -Mm-hmm.

But now she loves Turkish movies. [laughs]

[giggling quietly]

[Füsun and Feridun laughing]

Can you teach me to love them too, Mr. Feridun?

Of course.

[laughs]

[old Kemal] Happiness is being close to the one you love, that's all.

It is not always necessary to possess her.

[applause]

-[man singing in Turkish] ♪ What a shame ♪ -[applause, cheering, and whistling]

♪ What a shame ♪

[all singing along] ♪ What a shame What a shame for such a fate ♪

♪ Everything is dark ♪

♪ Where is humanity? ♪

♪ Shame on those who serve people As if they were gods ♪

[cheering and applause]

♪ Damn this world ♪

♪ Let this dream end ♪

♪ Shame on those who laugh While making others cry ♪

[old Kemal] Between June and October 1976,

the three of us saw more than 50 movies in Istanbul's summer cinemas.

[man in film] I swear if you marry that shop girl,

you'll be disinherited and cast out of this family.

[woman] I'm just a poor girl who works in a store,

and you are the son of a very rich factory owner.

[sentimental music playing]

[man 2] There is a joy in my heart and I don't know why.

I can't contain my excitement!

I feel as light as a feather. I want to shout…

[old Kemal] The pleasure of sitting beside Füsun was worth it all.

That is, until the incident.

[woman] I don't know if it counts as good news.

[old Kemal] They had so many other opportunities to touch each other,

why did they have to do it right next to me?

[man 2] The most beautiful of flowers.

So that's why my heart is bursting, that's why I wanted to shout!

Dear clouds, dear sky!

-[emotional music playing] -Say hello to our baby!

[emotional music intensifies]

[audience exclaiming]

Are you enjoying it?

One of yours?

-No. Not one of mine, come on. -Intermission?

[crickets chirping]

Do you want something?

Sure.

[Feridun] My buddy Joe's up.

-Feridun. Would you like a soda? -Yes, please. Thank you sweetheart.

[indistinct chattering]

What's got you looking so serious?

I was thinking how I love these films that I always laughed at in the past.

[laughs] Do you really love these films now?

Or are you pretending to so we'll bring you to the movies?

[old Kemal] I wish I could say sitting next to her was enough for me.

-[Kemal] No, not at all. -Hmm.

Most of the films we've seen this summer have really touched me.

[Füsun] I mean, life isn't as simple as it is in these films, but it's fun to go.

-[Kemal] Hm. -And I'm glad you've been coming with us.

[Kemal] I'm glad to hear that.

[Kemal] Four sodas, please.

[boy] Miss. Miss!

Miss, are you an actress?

[laughs] No.

-But I saw you in a film, I know it. -Which film was that?

Autumn Butterflies. You were wearing that dress.

-Hmm. -[Kemal] How much is it?

What role was I?

Uh… It was, uh…

Maybe we should ask my husband. He knows all the films.

What role was she?

[emotional music playing]

Look. There he is.

The one waving is my husband.

I promise I'll ask him for you, all right?

[boy] Okay.

[Kemal] I think he knows that our film will be made soon and you'll be a star.

Are you really going to give Feridun the money to make this film?

I'm sorry, Brother Kemal, but Feridun's too embarrassed to keep bringing it up.

My husband and I feel like you're only wasting our time.

[emotional music continues]

Kemal, you need to read this script thoroughly, do you understand?

I believe in this script. And I trust you.

Don't let me down.

This film is as good as made.

[old Kemal] The pain of my love was easing.

But it was the pain of humiliation that was rising again.

[dog barking in distance]

ONE WEEK LATER

[chirping]

There are always little resentments in heartbreaks, Mr. Kemal.

Don't I know it.

She suffered a lot.

My dear Füsun was shattered.

When you were young, you were patient with her.

Will you indulge her?

[bird twittering]

Of course. Of course I will.

Soften her heart and do whatever she wants.

Can you help her off this wrong path she's on?

What wrong path is that?

[uneasy music playing]

Before you got engaged, on the day of, and yes, afterwards…

she suffered terribly.

She stopped eating and drinking. She gave up on life.

[Nesibe] Oh! Oh! Tarık!

[Feridun] I got you, it's okay.

[Nesibe] This boy came to see her every day.

Come on. Come on now.

But nothing helped. She practically lost her mind with grief.

So Tarık suggested they get married.

Feridun had known her since she was 14.

He was in love with her back then, yet Füsun wasn't interested.

[flint scraping]

But…

after what that girl had gone through…

even Füsun realized she should get married right away.

Don't worry, he doesn't know about you.

Mr. Kemal.

[sighs] Mr. Kemal.

Feridun's a good-for-nothing, we know.

Füsun deserves so much more than he'll ever give her.

But those two are wed now.

He wants to make his wife a movie star.

-He'll introduce her to some film people. -[bird chirps]

If you love my daughter…

Please watch over her.

Protect her, Mr. Kemal.

Of course, Aunt Nesibe.

Now Feridun is a sweet-tempered young man,

but the boy is worthless.

[laughs]

[laughing]

Füsun will leave him soon enough, don't worry now.

Of course, if you stay close to her, give her confidence, then--

No, my only wish now is to repair the damage I've caused, Aunt Nesibe.

-Yes dear, that's mine as well. -[laughing]

And come by any night you want.

[upbeat music playing]

[old Kemal] "Come by any night you want."

[Tarık] Welcome back!

-[Nesibe] Oh! Welcome.

[old Kemal] For seven years and ten months…

-You didn't need to bring anything! -…I went to Çukurcuma

to see Füsun for dinner.

That meant 2,864 days and 1,593 dinners.

I cherished each one of those dinners with Füsun,

even the toughest, the most despairing,

and the most pride-breaking, with immense joy.

[chirps]

We named our company after the canary, Lemon, which was Füsun's idea.

[Kemal] 1,200 liras will be transferred from my personal account

to Lemon Films every month.

-Half of it will be your salary, Feridun. -[laughs]

The rest will be used to pay the rent and cover production expenses.

We need to submit the script to the censorship board

and get it approved as soon as possible.

But will we have to wait?

We'll use the wait to get everything ready.

But what if Blue Rain gets censored, then?

Could that happen?

We'll go to Demir the Typewriter.

Who's the Typewriter?

A magical writer who uses his famous typewriter to smooth a script's raw edges.

Softening the contrasts between rich and poor, good and evil,

and crafting a hero the audience and the censors board will fall in love with

by the end of the film.

[upbeat music playing]

-[laughs] -Get ready.

Tonight we're going out with some actors.

[old Kemal] And so we started going to the notorious Pelür Bar.

I'll come to you.

[old Kemal] The regular haunt of the nouveau riche,

up-and-coming directors,

and aspiring producers all hoping to mingle with film stars.

[Feridun] Can you get us a table?

[man] Right away. How about over there?

-[Feridun] Sure. -[man 2 laughing]

What a coincidence.

I've been looking for a raven-haired girl with an innocent face

for my photo novel, Mrs. Füsun.

[Füsun] Thank you. But film is my focus right now.

I have a film that will start shooting very soon.

My team and I are considering you for the lead role.

Maybe you'll be the first Turkish film star

to gain recognition internationally.

[Füsun laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

[laughing]

You three need to watch yourselves from now on, Mr. Kemal.

Sorry?

That producer with the expensive suit and respectable mustache?

You shouldn't even let Füsun speak to him.

[laughing]

Everyone knows too well what happens to the girls who go to his office

hoping to become stars.

Or the one who got Feridun laughing at his jokes, Muzaffer over there.

[Feridun laughing]

He bet his buddies a bottle of black-market French champagne

that he'd seduce Füsun by the end of the month.

Have I made myself clear enough, Mr. Kemal?

-Ah! -Why don't you take my card?

Call any time.

Well, pardon my interruption. Take care.

Darling.

Let me take you away from here. We can leave this place right now.

[lighter clinks]

[flint scrapes]

[lighter snaps shut]

[slamming table]

-[man] We'll drink to your commission. -Good evening.

[man 2] Oh! Tahir Tan. Good evening.

Who is that?

The fat screenwriter's wife.

They're saying they're going to make an art film.

They're searching for the male lead to play opposite the girl.

Are you producing it?

Unfortunately I'm not, Tahir Tan.

Ah man!

Look. That guy's the producer.

Another dumb, well-meaning millionaire.

[all laughing]

Oh…

I think That's Kemal Basmacı.

[Feridun] We have two famous male actors

interested in starring in our film, Mr. Kemal.

But I don't trust those smooth-talking Lotharios.

We must protect Füsun from this dangerous film crowd.

We can't let her get involved with those guys.

If we go to Pelür, we should go alone.

The meeting will be here at Lemon Films.

[restless music playing]

You know Füsun won't go for that.

Just tell her it's improper for her to be going out at night with two men.

Otherwise she'll damage her family's reputation and our business.

[Nesibe] Welcome, Mr. Kemal.

[Kemal] Thank you, Aunt Nesibe.

[Nesibe] You've gone to too much trouble again.

[Kemal] Not at all, don't mention it.

[Nesibe] I was craving pears but didn't get any. I'll cut one up.

Füsun, how are you?

I'm not eating tonight, Mom. I'm going to bed.

[Kemal] Evidently, Feridun had discussed the matter with his wife.

[door slams]

[restless music continues]

[laughs quietly]

What's funny?

Nothing.

You're laughing.

-I'm not. -[laughs]

Yeah, sure. [laughs]

Want to hear something that'll make you laugh even more?

Mehmet and Nurcihan, every day they go out together.

They go out and listen to fasıl and other garbage music.

Nurcihan?

Mehmet and Nurcihan.

Seven days a week.

No, thank you!

I had no idea Nurcihan was into that sorta thing.

They're virgins.

[laughs]

Suppose it makes sense.

And how do you know?

Nurcihan told me.

She said the secret to having a marriage that lasts

-is not having sex before you get married. -Yeah.

I've got to tell you something else. Guess who I saw…

[old Kemal] Zaim regaled me with tales of his exploits,

sweetening the stories to lure me back into the fold.

Again! I thought just then,

what if she's mistaking me for someone else?

But the only thing I wanted to do was to be in Füsun's apartment,

at my beloved's side.

THE SILENT CITY DIRECTOR: OĞUZ SARIDAL

[man] The actress in the movie I'm about to shoot

is in the hospital after her jealous boyfriend beat her half to death.

When I heard the news,

I thought that perhaps Füsun could take the role.

I think it would be a fantastic opportunity for a lovely,

cultured girl like Füsun. Huh? What do you think?

[pensive music playing]

[Kemal laughs quietly]

It's a seagull, right?

[Füsun] Yes.

But I haven't been able to draw much lately, Kemal.

What's wrong?

Feridun didn't like Demir the Typewriter's revisions.

He wants to do it.

I spoke to him, but you should too, okay?

Enough stalling, let's make my movie already.

I will. You drew the gull beautifully.

[dog barking in distance]

Kemal, I know how it is.

It'll take a while to make Feridun's art film.

The censors won't give us permission that easily. They're suspicious of us.

Mr. Muzaffer… He offered me a role the other day.

A role in his new movie. Did Feridun tell you?

You went to Pelür?

Yes.

Watch out, Füsun.

All those men are wolves.

Don't you worry, Kemal, we're very cautious.

[laughs]

[sighs]

What's the story about?

Who cares what?

Muzaffer does those melodramatic love stories, right?

I'm thinking I'm gonna do the movie.

Just think about it.

What?

They're not trustworthy.

[tense music playing]

Feridun should handle it.

[rustling]

[old Kemal] I could easily see a producer like Muzaffer

making Füsun famous all over Turkey with just one film.

The cramped theaters packed with longing housewives,

sex-starved single men…

They would all be mesmerized by her beauty.

If she became a famous movie star,

I would lose her forever.

Darling.

What if we took your parents out? To a restaurant on the river?

That has nothing to do with this, Kemal.

Well…

We could listen to the old fasıl songs and enjoy a pleasant meal.

We'll pick up Feridun at Pelür, of course. Well?

[Kemal] Feridun.

We're going to the Huzur Restaurant in Tarabya.

Mr. Tarık and I will sit in the front, you in the back with Füsun and her mother.

-Sounds good. -[Tahir] Mr. Kemal!

Mr. Kemal. I'd love to go to Tarabya with all of you.

-I'm afraid there's no more room. -[car starting]

[singing in Turkish] ♪ Forgotten one by one ♪

♪ Old friends, old friends ♪

♪ No greetings, no news ♪

[singing continues]

[man] To your health. Cheers.

[woman] Me too, cheers.

Feridun, can you pass the olives?

[singing along] ♪ Like faint dreams ♪

[Feridun joining] ♪ Like birds that flew away ♪

♪ Like moss covered stones ♪

It was a great idea to eat here, Mr. Kemal. So wonderful.

And we can come again. I'll take you.

We'll come here from now on if you want.

Hopefully. [laughs]

To your health.

-Me too. Cheers! -To your health.

[laughs]

Füsun, would you like some more walnuts?

Excuse me, sir? Waiter?

[Nesibe] This is delicious.

So wonderful.

Your friend got in a car and followed us to the restaurant.

That man is not my friend.

He's the one who wanted to come with us when we left Pelür, right?

Yes, but he's not my friend.

He does photo novels and some action movies here.

I don't like him.

So why did he follow us?

[Nesibe] Really? Oh, my dear!

[old Kemal] We were silent.

Füsun had heard the conversation and gotten tense.

-[Tahir] What're you afraid of? -[man] Tahir, wait!

Hey!

Good evening.

Forgive me, Mr. Kemal.

I don't want to disturb you.

What is it?

I would like to speak with Füsun's parents.

Good evening, sir. I'd like to discuss something.

-Tarık, he's talking to you. -I'm talking to you too, ma'am.

You're Füsun's mother, is that true? And you, sir, are Füsun's father?

-Yes, I am. -The thing is, sir…

Two of the industry's greatest producers,

Mr. Muzaffer and Hayal Hayati, have offered your daughter a leading role.

However, the offer was rejected because the film contained kissing scenes.

-That is not true. -Oh really?

[Feridun] Mr. Tahir, we are having a family dinner tonight.

We have no desire to discuss the movie business.

[Tahir] You see, but I do.

Mrs. Füsun, what are you so afraid of?

Why don't you tell them you want to act in our film?

You stop right there.

-[waiter] Gentlemen! -[man] Tahir!

-Kemal, come on. -Tahir!

[Feridun] Calm down. Let it go.

Everyone's been drinking. These things happen.

Nothing to see here!

Bring some fried mussels and mackerel to Mr. Kemal's table.

Thank you, sir.

[tense music playing]

[old Kemal] Füsun smoked her cigarette as if nothing had happened.

In that moment,

she made me feel like what she wanted out of life

was far more dangerous than a drunk actor.

[man] This will be the headline.

"Cinema and high society. A humble piece of advice."

In Turkey, which boasts the world's third-largest film industry,

a new trend is emerging.

Istanbul's wealthy art lovers aren't coming to Yeşilçam

to have affairs with actresses like they used to,

but to make actresses out of girls they are already in love with.

The latest example is the son of a very wealthy family.

One of the most eligible bachelors in high society, Mr. K.

He is so in love with the young married woman

he refers to as his distant relative that, out of jealousy,

he wouldn't even allow the art film he had commissioned to be made.

He reportedly said he couldn't bear to see her kissing someone else,

and shadows the young woman and her director husband wherever they go.

A few years ago,

this wealthy man got engaged to the lovely daughter of a retired diplomat

in a ceremony at the Hilton attended by all of high society.

But not long after, he broke off the engagement

for the sake of his beautiful relative, promising to make her a star.

After casting a blight on the future of the refined diplomat's daughter,

who had been educated at the Sorbonne,

we cannot sit idly by as this careless man does the same

to the bright starlet, Ms. F.

We offer to Mr. K this humble advice…

Abandon your foolish passion.

[old Kemal] Every encounter between a person and an object contains a story.

The time I bought this white purse…

The time I lost this earring…

The time I saw this newspaper, there was a story.

When I saw this crow out the window…

When I washed my hands in this sink, tears streaming down my face…

When I picked up this cigarette butt and kept it… I was in love with her.

Then another cigarette butt, and then another.

THE MUSEUM OF INNOCENCE

Every encounter between a person and an object contains a story.

[seabirds calling]

[ship horn sounding]

[siren wailing]

[melancholy music playing]

[music ends]