Original subtitles

[clock ticking]

[old Kemal] Everyone reading the newspaper article

was now laughing at my foolishness.

[sighs]

I couldn't stop thinking about it.

[ticking continues]

And I couldn't stop thinking about how hurt Füsun must have been

when she saw the news.

I was humiliated by all the things I had done out of love for her.

[ticking continues]

Everyone was going to make fun of me,

laugh at my expense.

The kindest among them were going to pity me.

-[ticking continues] -[exhales slowly]

[ticking stops]

[distant bang]

-[loud explosion] -[glass shattering]

[chandelier jingling]

[footsteps approaching]

Are you okay?

Mom!

[gasping] Kemal? Oh!

What was that? I jumped right out of my bed!

[Kemal] There was an explosion close to us.

Oh my God, oh my God.

Who knows where the bombs are hitting now?

[somber music playing]

-[distant bang] -[Vecihe] Oy!

[old Kemal] We thought the explosion was one of the bombs

that were being thrown at coffee shops, bookstores, and public squares.

But the truth was something else entirely.

[reporter] This just in. We have learned that, on the night of November 15th, 1979,

around 5:30 in the morning,

a Romanian oil tanker named Independenta collided with a Greek ship named Evriale.

The oil that leaked into the sea has ignited a series of explosions

and caused an ongoing fire.

The explosions could be heard even from the farthest districts of Istanbul.

-[somber music continues] -[fire roaring in distance]

[crunching]

[curious music playing]

[old Kemal] For days, crowds of curious people, both rich and poor,

came from all over the city,

traveling by car, by bus, or on foot just to see the fire.

They all watched it burn.

[man] Hey, tea guy!

[old Kemal] The vendors had turned the park into a marketplace.

I came to the park every night for a week,

until the fire began to lose its intensity.

I watched the Independenta oil tanker go down in flames,

as if I were watching the disaster of my own life unfold.

As the days passed, the flames finally began to die down.

BANKER HUGE TURNOVER

THE MUSEUM OF INNOCENCE

[door buzzer ringing]

-[Nesibe] Mr. Kemal? -[footsteps approaching]

Come in.

[emotional music playing]

What's up now, Kemal?

Nothing, really.

I've been working a lot, so I haven't had time to come.

[soft chuckle]

[old Kemal] She greeted me with an imitation of a happy woman,

her idea of one.

But her heart wasn't in it, she couldn't convince herself.

[footsteps approaching]

Mr. Kemal?

-Uh… Go on, dear. -[Nesibe exhales]

-Uh, go get us some raki for our guest. -[Nesibe] Oh!

-[intense, hopeful music playing] -[Nesibe] Go.

Have a seat.

[Nesibe] Here, please.

[Tarık] Please, sit down.

[Nesibe] Take a seat.

Yes, Miss Füsun.

If you bring the usual raki for me,

then I can savor the happiness of returning home.

[Nesibe] Oh, we really missed you!

[Nesibe laughs]

[old Kemal] But when she looked away,

I realized she had been crying for days, just like after the engagement.

Füsun.

It's really been a while. I'm curious about that painting of yours.

Oh, the painting's all done now.

Feridun just found a nice picture of a swallow, so that's what I'm painting.

[Nesibe] This one's the most beautiful so far.

[chuckles]

[chair scrapes]

[bird tweets]

Come.

[emotional music playing]

[music continues]

[old Kemal] "Darling, I love you so much."

"What a deep sorrow it is to be far from you."

I wish I could have said that.

It looks amazing. I'm so proud of you.

People all the way to Paris should admire it.

[Füsun scoffs softly]

Kemal, you know this is just something to do.

[matchbox rattling]

[match lighting]

[Füsun sighs heavily]

[old Kemal] These were the most difficult years of our lives.

Füsun still wasn't a movie star,

and I couldn't get any closer to her.

This impasse left us both humiliated and disgraced.

If things continued like this,

I realized it would be impossible for either one of us to build a new life.

We both understood that.

[Feridun] We have a script ready, and it's passed the censorship board.

If I have to work for money, I may as well do that.

It's a bit risqué, but a good opportunity.

Is this Füsun's kind of part?

It isn't.

Papatya would work.

Papatya? I don't get it.

It's a suggestive role.

The lead actress, she might show some skin, y'know?

-Füsun must not be aware? -She's aware.

Who's the male lead?

[Feridun] Tahir Tan.

Tahir Tan? But--

Mr. Kemal, I get it, but…

Come on, it's just a film.

[Kemal exhales]

-Tell me what it's about. -[glass clinking]

[Feridun] A wealthy man seduces…

-[liquid pouring] -…his young and beautiful distant cousin,

and then abandons her.

Since he had taken her virginity,

the girl becomes a singer to take her revenge.

All of the songs were written for Papatya.

Hayal Hayati was going to direct it,

but when Papatya refused to be his slave, he up and quit.

And the script was dropped.

What an opportunity for us both, huh?

[liquid sloshing]

[both exhaling]

What's the title?

Shattered Lives.

Do not smile or look at the camera, people, understand?

-It's not here! -[chattering]

Please don't sleep on set, either!

I don't want to have to tell you again!

No talking!

Listen, you guys,

you're wealthy folks coming to a music hall to have a little fun.

-Everybody, be quiet! -[chatter stops]

When filming starts, don't talk out loud, all right?

Just the lips move. Get ready to start.

-Come on, let's start. We ready, Engin? -Ready now, sir.

Then come on.

[blows out]

[Engin] All right, come on, here we go, everybody!

Okay. [laughs]

[sniffs]

[Engin] Lights!

And action!

[drum-heavy intro playing]

[applause]

[sultry music playing]

[applause and whistling]

[in Turkish] ♪ They say that I'm crazy ♪

♪ How can I love someone so much? ♪

♪ For someone who doesn't deserve it ♪

♪ Would you throw away your pride? ♪

♪ For someone who doesn't deserve it ♪

♪ Would you throw away your pride? ♪

♪ You threw me into a fire ♪

♪ You set me on fire ♪

-♪ You threw me into a fire ♪ -Wow, amazing!

♪ You set me on fire ♪

♪ Is my love worthless? ♪

♪ You made me a part of your lies ♪

-[music stops] -[film reel whirring]

[Feridun] Cut!

[applause start]

Way to go, Papatya!

[applause, cheers and whistling]

-How was it? -[Feridun] You were fantastic!

-I was? -Look around, this isn't acting.

It's real. Because you're a real star.

-Monumental show. Monumental, I swear. -Monumental?

[cheering and applause continue]

[pensive music playing]

[old Kemal] That was the first time I realized

there was something serious between Feridun and Papatya.

I was somehow relieved that Füsun wasn't part of this world and its people,

but also sad on her behalf that she was missing out on all the excitement.

I began to feel bound to her by a sense of camaraderie in shared defeat.

Ah, love. What aren't you capable of?

[upbeat music playing]

♪ Enthusiastic and cheerful ♪

♪ We trust them ♪

♪ We made a great investment choice ♪

♪ Banker Korali, Banker Korali ♪

High interest rates are all anyone's thinking of these days.

Poor and rich people alike, now.

That's normal, dear. Inflation has gone sky high.

They want their money invested quickly.

That's how you protect its value, it's smart.

But Dad, everyone's just blindly pulling their money from their accounts

and going to the bankers with everything.

Oh, Mr. Kemal, as a company man, what do you think?

Back-alley bankers aren't where I'd put my trust, sir.

-[uneasy music playing] -Understood.

[old Kemal] With the film shoot as his excuse,

Feridun rarely ever came home.

Feridun wasn't giving Füsun any of the money I'd put into Lemon Films.

Nesibe singing indistinctly]

-[dishes clattering] -[water splashing]

-[Nesibe continues singing] -[uneasy music continues]

It was then that I started leaving money in place of the different items

I'd taken from her home.

[continues singing]

[tense music playing]

[dishes clattering]

Everything I took had been touched by my beloved's hand.

The scent of roses lingered on them.

Every time I touched them at the Merhamet building,

I was able to fully relive all of it.

The joy of sitting with her, our eyes locked across the table.

[bird chirping]

[Nesibe exhales] Here you are.

[bird tweets]

-I hope you enjoy it. -Thank you, Aunt Nesibe.

Dear Mr. Kemal.

I think you've seen that little dog figurine we put on the TV, right?

-Mm-hmm. -It seems he vanished.

Oh, uh… Really?

Uh-huh.

It doesn't matter to me that much what happened to him, no. [chuckles]

Except that Tarık, he keeps asking me to find out where it's gone.

-Oh. -Terrible shame.

I'm sure I can manage another.

[soft chuckle]

I saw these at a dollar store while I was walking through Beyoğlu.

-It's like they're made to be on the TV… -Oh!

-…as long as Aunt Nesibe thinks so. -Oh, just look!

These are so nice! You spoil us buying us such things.

Well, I was sad when you told me he was missing.

And I was sad that he used to stand there alone earlier, so…

[laughs] You do keep things interesting, don't you?

You worried about the dog being lonely on there?

Mm-hmm. I feel sorry for objects that are tossed or misplaced.

Bless your heart, you got me laughing now, Mr. Kemal.

You're so funny. [laughing]

Want them to be looking forward at you, or at each other?

The left one pointed towards us, and the other one should face him.

That way they won't get as bored, and they can still be friends.

They can see each other, but still watch over us, you know?

And they can become part of the family, you know?

[emotional music playing]

[Nesibe chuckles]

[old Kemal] At times, I would forget where I was.

I would lose myself in the moment as if I were alone,

and gaze at Füsun with all of my endless love.

At times, Füsun would quietly stand from the table,

and gaze out the window like she was longing for someone.

Seeing that would break my heart.

At times, Aunt Nesibe would forget that she had a cigarette in the ashtray,

and light another one in the kitchen.

At times, I'd struggle to keep myself from reaching out to touch Füsun.

At times, Füsun would get so lost in a film,

so completely taken in by it, that I would long to be the hero in it.

[fireworks going off]

At times, fireworks would go off,

and we'd all get up from the table to watch the colors in the sky.

[fireworks continue]

[women laughing]

Evening, everybody!

My dear Keskin family.

Oh!

So Mr. Kemal came to see us. Typical.

Glad you've made it back.

[fireworks continue]

[exhales]

[chuckling]

[Feridun laughs]

Feridun, welcome, son.

Yes, a pleasure.

Oh, son, you must still need supper.

-Should I make you something? -No. Don't go to any trouble for me.

I'm full, don't bother.

Füsun.

Füsun, come on.

[fireworks continue]

Füsun.

Okay, Füsun.

[footsteps receding]

[fireworks continue]

[exhales]

["Sana Doğru" by Ajda Pekkan playing]

[woman in Turkish] ♪ Everyone chooses their own way ♪

♪ Who knows, maybe it ends in sorrow ♪

♪ In this world so bright and sunlit ♪

♪ Some still find The hardest path to follow ♪

♪ Everyone chooses their own way ♪

♪ Who knows, maybe it ends in sorrow ♪

♪ In this world so bright and sunlit ♪

♪ Some still find The hardest path to follow ♪

♪ And my way leads to you ♪

♪ It wandered, twisted, turned askew ♪

♪ Turns out it was a dead-end street There's no way back ♪

♪ Steep hills, cliffs ♪

♪ And disagreements Waiting in ambush ahead ♪

♪ Even if I cried, "Save me" ♪

♪ Even if you gave up ♪

♪ Love still kept me prisoner come what may ♪

[old Kemal] That night, I realized Füsun and I would get married.

Mr. Feridun, I'm calling from Mr. Basmacı's office.

He's asked that I inform you that, sadly, he won't be attending tonight's premiere…

♪ And my way ♪

[old Kemal] Füsun, as the director's wife, and I, as the producer of the film,

should have attended the premiere.

But neither of us went.

♪ Steep hills, cliffs and disagreements Waiting in ambush ahead ♪

♪ Even if I cried, "Save me" ♪

♪ Even if you gave up ♪

♪ Love still kept me prisoner Come what may ♪

♪ Even if I cried, "Save me" ♪

♪ It leads to you ♪

ACTRESS-DIRECTOR LOVE

♪ It leads to you ♪

[bird tweets]

[song fades out]

[city street noises]

[tweeting]

[shaky, emotional breathing]

[metallic clattering]

[melancholy music playing]

[soft sob]

[crying continues]

[sniffles]

[breathing shakily]

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

PAPATYA, THE NEW RISING STAR

Meltem could really benefit from Papatya doing some ad work for us.

It could help increase our provincial sales.

Haven't you met her?

Can we trust the woman or not?

Beats me.

She's got nothing but her talent.

Why do you ask?

We're making a big investment.

She messes up a marriage like this, and nobody'll support her.

She's after Füsun's husband, I hear.

Who's accusing Feridun?

Look, never mind.

-Tell me who. -No one's saying anything.

[Zaim chuckling]

The Avunduks and Mengerlis.

They lost it all investing with Deniz the banker, wiped out.

Put any money with the brokers?

Not me or the company's money, I wouldn't do it.

Papatya should go sing the Meltem song at Mehmet and Nurcihan's wedding for us.

-All the press'll lose their mind-- -Wait, hold up a second.

Mehmet and Nurcihan have a date picked? When is it?

You aren't welcome there.

But I assumed you knew that.

So why am I cut off?

Well, they talked it over, and argued a lot too.

As you might've guessed, Sibel doesn't want to see you.

She won't come if you're there. Sibel is Nurcihan's best friend.

But I'm best friends with him!

And I got the both of them together, why does Sibel get her way?

The entire crew knows Sibel is the wronged party, Kemal.

I mean, you got engaged to her, then you took her to your bed,

and then you left her.

You're the boogeyman in the story mothers tell their daughters.

Sibel had our condolences, 'kay? Don't start being upset we support her.

I can't say I like my friends betraying me, Zaim.

[dramatic music playing]

Kemal, listen.

Sibel is a truly gorgeous and charming woman whose heart you broke, okay?

So stop with the nasty looks and own up to what you did.

And let me tell you this advice as a good friend.

No one has turned their back.

You did that to them.

Explain it, then.

It became pretty apparent that our world bored you.

Turns out you were prioritizing that "special connection".

You decided that girl was worth it.

[quiet sigh]

[emotional music playing]

Perhaps it's something even simpler.

We were just having sex.

But I was consumed.

It happens with love.

It's got nothing to do with you.

[dramatic music playing]

[ringing]

[ringing continues]

Mr. Mehmet is calling again.

The excuses aren't working. I can't put the gentleman off again.

[ringing continues]

[door closes]

[heavy sigh] Yes, Mehmet?

[Mehmet] Kemal?

Kemal, I'm so ashamed.

I'm really sorry I couldn't invite you to the wedding at the Hilton.

[quiet office noises]

Are you there?

[typewriters clacking]

-I hear you. -Okay.

I'll say this one last thing and then hang up.

You have the right to know, everyone else does.

Sibel and Zaim have been together for a long time.

[unsettling music playing]

I wanted you to know, it's why I couldn't invite you to the wedding.

Kemal, are you there?

Hello?

[unsettling music continues]

Hello?

Kemal?

[music intensifies]

Hello? Kemal?

My fellow citizens.

[ominous music playing]

My appearance this morning is to repeat

that the Armed Forces have been compelled

to take control of the former administration

in order to restore the prosperity and happiness

that so rightfully belong to those in the noble Turkish homeland,

to ensure lasting solidarity, of this, our nation, the great land of our forebears,

reinvigorate and uphold all of the noble principles of Atatürk,

which, of late, have increasingly been undermined,

to shore up the democracy we've lost on ground that is stable,

and re-establish the lapsed authority of the state.

As commanders, officers, petty officers, and soldiers,

we dedicate everything we have

to ensure the continued well-being and prosperity of our beloved country.

[ominous music continues]

…GRAB THE GUN

[music becomes tragic]

LONG LIVE THE REVOLUTION

[music stops]

[chirping]

[bird twittering]

I guess Feridun doesn't care to bring photos anymore.

So now instead, I've begun painting them like this, in life.

I refuse to draw bars here. It should be uncaged, don't you think?

[footsteps approaching]

Listen, my love, we can move on from this place, it's time.

[breathing heavily]

Life is short.

We're letting the days and years run out.

Believe me, we both belong in some happier place, Füsun.

-[bird chirps] -[chuckles]

It's all right, there's no reason to be scared.

[laughing]

You and me.

Let's be together.

[soft chuckle]

In someplace that's meant for us.

Let's build a home for us.

-A perfect place. -[bird chirps]

[exhales]

-You're 25 years old. -[soft chuckle]

So spend the next half-century beside me, all right?

We deserve a little happiness. I mean, we endured enough.

-[soft chuckle] -Let's quit resisting this.

But that's news to me, Kemal. Resisting what, pray tell?

[bird chirps]

Watch your hand, please.

-You're scaring the bird. -[bird chirping]

No, I'm not.

Let's find the best place for her, right in the heart of the house.

I bet my father's asked about us.

[melancholy music playing]

[chatter on TV]

You okay, Kemal? Movie's boring you?

No, I'm liking it.

But you don't like the subject matter?

The opposite.

[chatter on TV continues]

[chatter on TV continues]

By the way, Grace Kelly was bad at math too apparently. [soft chuckle]

Is-is that a fact?

[tires squealing on TV]

And her career began with modeling as well.

[Kemal] That's nice.

But then last year sometime, on the road where they shot this,

she crashed at that bend and died.

-Yeah? -[car horn honks on TV]

[honking continues]

But I still envy her driving around like that.

[chattering on TV continues]

And why is that?

'Cause behind the wheel, she's so…

So in control. So totally in charge, y'know?

Maybe that's why.

Great, let me teach you how, I'm glad to.

No. It's just… No, no, I'm not…

Füsun, you can do this, I know it.

Just give me two weeks to teach you,

and you'll get your license and be driving all around Istanbul.

Don't feel embarrassed.

It just takes a little bit of, uh, patience and discipline.

[soft chuckle]

I'm a very patient woman.

[gentle piano music playing]

[Füsun sighs]

[serene jazz playing]

[old Kemal] The sun was slowly emerging from behind the clouds

after what had been such a long, dark winter.

[windshield wipers thudding]

[whistle blowing]

This way, this way!

Stop and pull over there!

Let's see your IDs.

[brakes squeak]

They'll be inspecting ID.

[thunder rumbles]

ID cards.

It's late, why are you both out?

It's nearly curfew already.

Get out of the car. Get out.

Stand at the front. Right here.

[thunder rumbles]

Raise your hands.

So whose is this?

Mine.

What's it for?

So what's this supposed to do then, hm? What is it, man?

[old Kemal] Right then, I couldn't tell him it was just a quince grater.

If I told him that, I was scared he'd see it immediately:

My obsession with Füsun,

that for years I'd visited her family four or five times a week

just to see a married woman.

And he'd suspect I was some kind of dangerous freak.

Hey, start talking! Explain it to me!

What is this?

Does this belong to you, sir?

[Kemal] It does.

So then what is it?

Let me explain, sir, it's a-a quince grater, see?

So then why didn't he tell me that?

We're under martial law here.

You heard me, right?

[Çetin] I'm sorry, sir…

[soldier in background] This road is closed, stop!

-Pardon me. -[soldier] ID card?

See, Mr. Kemal here has been out of sorts the last few days.

[soldier] Why is that?

[soft chuckle]

Just get back in the car for now.

All right, both of you can go now.

But what if they stop us again for being out during the curfew?

-[siren wailing] -Tell 'em we already stopped you.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Çetin, wait.

Where is he going?

I'm sorry, sir, could I get the quince grater back?

Well, look at that! I guess you can speak, huh?

It seems you're not deaf either.

Listen, sir. This is a sharp object, all right?

You may have it back. But don't carry it with you.

Go on.

Now please, head home, sir.

[whimsical song playing]

You got it back. [laughing]

[woman singing in French]

Mirror check.

[old Kemal] It had been eight years since the two of us had been alone together.

Start it.

[engine starts]

Remember the gear.

Pull it towards you like this.

And then down.

[French song continues]

[old Kemal] This wasn't just about passing the driver's license test.

We both knew it was the intimacy between us

that was really being put to the test.

Keep going then, Füsun.

Take your foot off the clutch and press the gas with the other.

[French song continues]

Just like that.

Ah… It's okay, try again.

Clutch, then gas.

-[Füsun] Damn it! -[tires squealing]

I can't do it! Enough! [groans angrily]

I'm never gonna pass it! I give up, okay?

I'm just not meant to be a driver, apparently.

[birds chirping]

How about you grab tea with me?

[soft chuckle]

[waiter] Tea's here people! Tea!

[Füsun] All right then, try to answer this question.

What is a highway?

-[boy] Mehmet, come on, let's play ball! -[Kemal] What is it?

A highway is an area of land open to public use

that allows for the progress of traffic and general transit.

[Kemal chuckles softly]

But then, what is traffic?

Traffic, uh, it's trucks

-and vehicles and other-- -Wait, that's wrong.

-What? -Traffic

consists of any cars, vans, cargo trucks, tractors, buses, or pedestrians

that are on the highway and using it,

in accordance with the stated laws herein for travel.

My turn to pick a question.

What is love?

[romantic music playing]

What is it?

So tell me.

Love is the name they chose to describe this:

It's the feeling Kemal gets every day, as soon as he can see her.

-His own sweet Füsun, going about her day… -[laughing quietly]

…getting a cup of tea or just strolling along.

Or grabbing a bite to eat in town, because he is utterly devoted to her.

That's sweet, Kemal.

But what happens when I'm apart from you?

It becomes an obsession then, a sickness you cure.

[laughing]

[old Kemal] Füsun passed the written test after getting every single question right.

And now it all rested on the driving test.

Füsun Keskin?

That's me.

Go ahead, Miss Füsun.

[takes deep breath]

[blows out]

[engine starts]

[gear switching]

Now pull over slowly, Miss.

Uh-huh.

[turn signal ticking]

[brakes squealing]

[engine idling]

You may drive on now.

[switches gear]

[heavy sigh]

[man] You didn't check the mirror.

-Sorry, what? -[man 2] Stop the car right now.

-Why? -Stop the car now, I said!

-[brakes squeal] -[engine stops]

Look, Miss Füsun, pay close attention to the road.

A driver can't just turn to look back at someone!

[pensive music playing]

[heavy sigh]

[man] If you want to pass the driving test and get your driver's license,

you're going to have to sign up for one of the private courses offered.

I know it's going to be a bit expensive, but there's really no other way.

Otherwise you'll be stuck here for quite a long time, I hate to say.

-Well, thank you. -You're welcome.

I wouldn't give a single dime to them.

Why not keep doing our own lessons until my next exam? It'll be fine.

They say that life is short, yet it's still beautiful.

So don't be hurt by anything they say.

Do you think that all women are bad drivers?

-I don't think that, but they do. -It's what everyone thinks.

Honey, please don't be stubborn now.

I'm not being stubborn about anything, Kemal.

You have to hold your head high

when your honor and dignity are being trampled in the dirt.

Here's your bill, sir.

Let me say something now, and please take me seriously, all right?

Of course.

[Füsun] I'm determined.

I'll get my driver's license myself.

So don't you dare pull any strings behind my back, I'll know and get angry.

[Kemal] Okay.

Plus one other thing.

Hand over the car keys. I'll be driving it now.

[vivacious music playing]

[engine roaring]

[accelerating]

[old Kemal] After failing the driving test three more times,

Füsun finally passed and got her license.

The men giving the test eventually grew weary of her,

and decided to let her pass it.

Three nights later, I decided to take her and her parents out to celebrate,

to the Müzeyyen Senar concert being held at the Maksim Music Hall.

[call to prayer being recited]

Mr. Kemal, my condolences.

Mr. Tarık passed away.

[Nesibe moaning quietly]

Yes, I'll bring it.

[Nesibe groans softly]

[mournful music playing]

[old Kemal] Mr. Tarık died of a heart attack

at home alone after learning that his banker,

with whom he'd invested, went bankrupt and fled the country.

[sobbing]

[slow, dramatic music playing]

[sniffles]

[sobbing]

[sniffling and whimpering]

[old Kemal] I spent the whole night at Füsun's place.

[crying softly]

Feridun didn't come home all night.

[utensils clinking]

[music stops]

I'll head to the funeral, but Çetin will bring you later.

No, I'm not coming today.

Why not?

I won't be coming because if I attend,

you'll marry that girl of theirs, right, son?

-That's not true, she's married already. -Kemal, just stop.

Be honest this once, it's time. I knew.

[clock ticking faintly]

So just let me say,

if you do go ahead with marrying her,

it won't go over well with anyone, you can be sure.

And what does it matter what people really think?

[Vecihe] At the end of the day, maybe it doesn't,

but there is something that matters most of all.

And it's our honesty about how we feel, our authenticity that truly matters.

Believe me, honey, I'm not against this.

On principle. You love someone? Good for you, then.

I'm asking if she loves you back.

It's been eight years.

Eight years of this!

[exhales]

Why then hasn't she gotten a divorce before now, then, Kemal?

I knew all along.

Merhamet Apartment is where you'd take her, right?

You wanted the keys, and I gave you them.

I'm not proud of it now,

but I saw right then you had your father's weakness,

so I warned you, begged you to be careful.

And just look at what happened! You didn't listen to me.

All right, but Aunt Nesibe has never harmed you.

[gasped]

She never harmed me?

She never harmed me?

For eight years

she has kept on like this, tormenting my son with her daughter,

it's totally unforgivable, that harm!

I can't go!

I'll make up an excuse, then.

Son, you will never find any happiness, not if you cling to that girl.

If you could be happy together, you would have been by now.

[pensive music playing]

It's just a dream.

There's no such thing as love in Turkey, my son.

Not in a place that keeps women and men separate

and just talking looks suspicious.

And why is that?

You don't know? Fine, I'll explain.

In our country, any girl, whether she's kind or cruel, lovely or ugly,

no one cares at all. Around here, men only see her as a target.

Like wolves tracking prey.

And they imagine it's called love, but it isn't.

But love isn't like that.

[music continues]

It's time you quit lying to yourself about that.

[old Kemal] After the funeral, Aunt Nesibe called

and asked me not to come to the apartment for a while.

The dealers from Anatolia are coming to Istanbul this week.

What's the plan, Miss Zeynep?

I can put together an event proposal.

I'll keep you informed, of course.

[secretary] Hello, ma'am, welcome. How can we help you?

[Nesibe] Uh…

Aunt Nesibe?

[teacup clinks]

It's all getting resolved now.

Füsun and Feridun will divorce soon.

If you leave the film company to Feridun, things can wrap up smoothly.

I hope you know Füsun wants this, Mr. Kemal.

And I expect you'll both talk about settling things.

Uh, Feridun and me, you mean?

[chuckling] Not at all.

Füsun and you, dear.

[suspenseful music slowly swells]

Lemon Films can be Feridun's, Aunt Nesibe.

[laughing]

[both laughing emotionally]

[laughing]

Oh, I'm so happy.

[laughing]

[elated music playing]

[Nesibe] You know, this really shouldn't have taken so long.

Yes, it's true, Feridun is kind-hearted, but he is also very weak.

What mother wants to give her daughter to someone like that?

[old Kemal] We only realize how much time has passed

when we lose the comforting sight of a familiar storefront

that has since shut down.

BULGARIAN DELICATESSEN

Eight years earlier, I had seen a Jenny Colon handbag

in the window of Champs-Élysées Boutique.

[chuckles] And now,

coils of Italian salami were on display there.

[indistinct chatter]

Those glasses look amazing.

You spoke with my mother?

-It's time you and I spoke. -[exhales]

Once me and Feridun are divorced,

I'd like to get to know all your acquaintances and relatives

so they become my friends too.

There's no big rush. We can take it slow.

Of course, Füsun.

Of course.

And before that,

I think that your mother should call my mom

and extend a sincere apology for missing her husband's funeral.

She's very sick.

[soft scoff] I'm well aware.

And she'll have to ask for my hand in marriage.

Yes, our mothers should get along great.

[soft chuckling]

And I expect you to believe this and to act appropriately.

Any "intimacy" will not happen between us before marriage.

Don't push me, okay?

[dramatic music playing]

Nothing like that'll happen, so don't bother.

There's something more I want.

Actually, this was your idea, not mine.

Go on, darling.

I've been thinking it'd make me happy to go on a road trip to Europe.

While in Paris, we can see the museums, all the art.

Let's buy things for our new home there, too.

Then let's invite everyone to the Hilton for our wedding.

Just like everybody's been doing, you know?

Füsun, I'd be happy to do it.

[laughs]

[music continues]

[giggles]

[dramatic music continues]

[music ends]