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It is a beautiful table.

It's a great choice.

Congratulations, it's a great choice. Look.

This glass table never breaks.

It's made of shatterproof glass.

You can place it in the living room, in the bedroom, or maybe...

anywhere else in your home that you want to look more elegant and refined.

It's of the new Ottoman style.

Let me tell you, it's a flawless design.

Beautiful.

Yes, I really like this piece too.

Unbelievable.

In my opinion, it's something trivial.

Trivial?

- Absolutely. - Zahra.

It doesn't even match the decor of our house.

It's really ugly.

- Don't you dare buy it, Ibrahim. - No, no, ma’am.

I completely disagree with you on that.

You can say anything you want about this piece, which is pure Italian design.

But you can't call it ugly.

You were saying it's a masterpiece of the new Ottoman style.

Yes, it's that style, but this piece is Italian design.

Let me tell you something about it.

Walk around the store if you like. You won't find another one like it.

- Even if you tried, you wouldn't find it. - Fine, whatever you say, ma’am.

Can you tell me, do you really like this table?

Do you really? Would you buy it for yourself?

God forgive you, ma’am.

Of course. If I didn’t like it, why would I sell it to you?

I’ve been working in this store for a very long time.

Believe me, I’ve never seen a piece like this.

Every time I pass by, I look at it again, then go back to my work.

Listen, ma’am.

- That’s not what I’m asking, I’m asking - We...

Excuse me, ma’am, but we’ve been in this business for thirty years.

Our family has been doing this for four generations.

You can tell the quality of any piece...

...from forty kilometers away.

Fine, but that’s not my question. I’m asking...

Okay, just wait a minute.

I’m asking if you’ve ever bought this table for your home.

Let me tell you the truth.

This exact model doesn’t exist, but yes, I have something similar at home.

I’m not asking if you have something similar.

I’m asking if you bought this table.

Actually, ma’am...

- This piece is a bit expensive. - A bit expensive?

- Yes. - I told you, it’s overpriced.

Of course, but you need to evaluate a product...

Properly, by comparing its price to its quality.

Then why didn't you evaluate it properly? Buy one for yourself.

As I told you, ma’am.

Really...

I'm asking a question, and you still haven't answered me.

- I did answer you. - If you like it that much,

then buy one for your home.

- I told you... - Zahra.

Yes, but I’m just asking her a question.

My dear.

Didn’t we say money doesn’t matter?

- Yes. - We did.

You said you’d buy everything for the house, and I’d choose the table.

- Yes, I did. - Good.

- Yes, that’s true, but this one... - Then why are you opposing me?

- Let me choose, that’s the point. - But it’s really ugly, Ibrahim.

You chose everything, Zahra.

The wall colors, the tiles, the ceramics, the kitchen cabinets.

And the car. Your mother helped you choose those too.

Please, you chose the date of our wedding,

what day it would be held, and what I’d wear.

You even chose what my parents would wear too. Please.

You even...

Even what?

Were you looking at the child?

Even what?

Even what? Did I choose the child too?

- Did we have a child because I wanted to? - Did I say that?

Say it clearly if that’s what you meant.

No, I only meant the timing. I just said “I wonder.”

I expressed my opinion and shared my thoughts,

but you didn’t let me have peace.

- Didn’t you? You did, Zahra. - Shame on you.

- Go ahead, keep talking. - Shame on you.

We had the child because I wanted to?

Did I ever say something like that?

Did I ever say that? I love our son very much.

I’m proud of our son.

But I can’t seem to prove my existence.

Am I invisible? Don’t I exist in this life?

When you named our son, you never even asked me, Zahra.

Didn’t we finish talking about the name? We’re back to that again?

- Yes, we are. - This issue isn’t over.

It’s not over. It never ends.

What’s the boy’s name?

- Nusret. - Nusret.

Nusret.

Nusret, ma’am. That’s my grandfather’s name.

You have no right to disrespect my grandfather.

Am I disrespecting your grandfather?

For God’s sake, what kind of name is Nusret?

- Yes. - It’s the name of a butcher shop.

Isn’t the child going to travel abroad someday?

The name Nusret is actually the most famous Turkish name in the world.

They’ll call him the meat man, sprinkling salt. They’ll mock the boy.

It’s my grandfather’s name, Nusret.

How many times do I have to explain this to you?

Fine, it’s your grandfather’s name.

But the child’s name should be more modern, like Mart, Fırat, or Hakan.

- Or Sarb, or Kuzey. - What does Kuzey even mean?

- Like he’s a nineteen-year-old boy. - Let me tell you something.

You always long for names like that.

My grandfather’s name is Nusret too, ma’am.

- Well said, listen. - Yes.

But that’s not the point here.

We were in the middle of making a decision, almost about to make one.

That’s what I mean.

Trust me, and I’ll tell you just one thing.

This table will bring happiness to your home and to your son.

How can a table bring happiness to my home?

I mean, as a...

Believe me, ma’am, we’ve been in this business for four generations.

The value of a piece...

All right, I get it. You can see it from forty kilometers away.

You said that already, I understand, fine.

- Exactly, well said. - Exactly, yes.

- But for God’s sake... - The same mindset.

You’re telling us it’s made of shatterproof glass.

There’s no need to exaggerate that much.

- Is it like a Makam car window? - Not Makam, it’s pronounced Maqam.

Whatever, is it a Maqam car window? Is it bulletproof glass?

But there’s one thing, every product here goes through testing.

Every product meets quality control standards.

- I swear I’m losing my patience. - All right, this one’s good.

- Fine, whatever. Please move aside. - This one’s good, Zahra.

- Zahra! - What?

- Ma’am. - Please, Zahra.

- Calm down. - It’s the ugliest table I’ve ever seen.

It’s the most beautiful table.

- Let me... - It’s beautiful.

Excuse me, ma’am.

- Let me... - Zahra.

Don’t mind her, sir, don’t mind her.

She’s acting like that because she’s a new mother.

Her hormones are just a bit unbalanced.

These reactions are completely hormonal.

Because she’s a new mom.

- Yes. - What’s your name, ma’am?

- Çilem. - Mrs. Çilem.

- Can you please tell me the truth? - What do you mean?

- The truth. - What?

Is this table beautiful or not?

Not very beautiful.

But I bought it.

In my opinion, it’s a very good choice.

I completely agree with you.

- You’ll never regret it. - I’ll buy it.

- Your wife will love it. - All right.

- Don’t worry at all. - Thank you.

- It won’t fit. Will this work? - It’s fine, it’s fine.

- It won’t fit. - It will. Move to the corner.

- Move. - All right, try it.

- Okay. - Get out, it won’t fit.

- I hit my head. - All right, all right.

Okay.

- Hello, Mr. Ibrahim. How are you? - Thank you, Mrs. Özlem. How are you?

Thank God, I’m fine.

I just had the honor of seeing your son upstairs.

I was the only one in the building who hadn’t seen him yet.

Now that I have, I feel relieved.

But let me tell you something. He’s truly wonderful.

He really looks a lot like you.

That face is exactly yours.

- Thank you. - Isn’t that right, Sibel?

Don’t you think he’s cute? Isn’t he adorable?

Yes.

Why do you sound so displeased, my dear?

Speak up. That’s very rude.

Yes, I liked the baby, Mom.

When she was a teenager, at seventeen...

She had a boyfriend at school.

They broke up, and her heart was shattered.

What boyfriend? What breakup? Are you crazy?

Show some respect to your mother, or I’ll break your head.

- I’ll slap you right in the face. - Then let’s do something.

But let me tell you something.

- Please, appreciate your child. - All right.

Take care of him and watch him grow, because once he grows up...

What will happen? Chaos and trouble will start.

Mom.

He’ll begin acting rude and inappropriate.

You’ll look into his eyes searching for love, but he’ll look away, sir.

- What I mean is, please enjoy your child. - All right.

- Enjoy watching him grow. - I swear I will, ma’am.

- Thank you very much. - All right.

- I’ll be going now. - Take care, then.

- Goodbye. - Enjoy watching your child grow.

- My regards. - Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, Sibel.

You haven’t told your wife yet, have you?

You’re really not okay, girl.

What is it? Have you decided to forget everything that happened between us?

What happened between us, Sibel?

You tried to kiss me in the elevator, and I grabbed you by the shoulders.

Then I turned my head away. Nothing else happened.

Is that what happened?

That’s what happened. What else could it be?

Is that how you sum up everything between us, Ibrahim?

Nothing happened between us. Are you insane?

How old are you, and how old am I?

You sent me “Good evening” twice.

- Listen, girl. - My name is Sibel.

Listen, Sibel.

At this time of night...

I sent you a message saying, “Don’t text me this late at night. Good evening.”

I have all the records and proof, please.

That wasn’t a good-night message, it was to tell you not to text me.

So you won’t tell your wife you kissed me, right?

Are you threatening me?

No.

- I just want you to admit it. - Admit what?

- That you love me. - God help me, Prophet of God.

- Oh, Prophet of God. - I love you, Ibrahim.

I want you to run away with me, take me away from here.

God forgive me.

Go away, girl. For God’s sake, go and stop this nonsense.

Your wife doesn’t love you, do you understand?

Everyone in the building knows that. Everybody does.

What?

Why are you doing this? Why carry this burden? Why torture yourself? I’m ready.

I’m ready to leave my family for you. Please, take me away.

- Let’s go. - Look over there.

Ibrahim!

You can’t do this to me, do you hear?

How long will you keep being embarrassed by our son’s name?

Did I say I was embarrassed, Zahra?

Did I say I was embarrassed? Did those words come out of my mouth?

Do you even like your son’s name?

Zahra.

I just wanted a name without too much personal meaning.

I didn’t want the child to carry a burden. Is that so hard to understand?

If it were up to you, we wouldn’t even have children, Ibrahim. Admit it.

- You never even wanted kids. - God forgive me.

- We wouldn’t have a child. - It’s just a glass table, my dear.

Just a glass table.

This is unbelievable, all this over one glass table.

Whenever I do something you don’t like...

You collapse on me like an avalanche, crushing everything.

This really makes no sense, my dear.

It truly doesn’t.

Please, don’t do this.

God help me.

Ya Eli!

Oh, Prophet of God.

Did you take any screws from here?

Did you take any screws from here?

Why would I take screws from there?

There aren’t any.

- Really, none. - What is it?

They didn’t put the screws in the box.

Actually, Mrs. Çilem didn’t put them in.

Are we really going to live like this, with two horses in the house?

Hello!

Hello, Mrs. Çilem. This is Ibrahim.

We bought a glass table a little while ago-yes, that’s me.

Really? All right, have a good day.

Sorry to bother you. I was assembling the table.

I opened the box and followed the instructions step by step.

But there’s a spot for four screws.

I couldn’t find them in the box. One is missing.

Yes, it’s really missing. I looked everywhere.

Yes, I need it; otherwise, the table won’t fit properly.

It’s necessary. Okay, of course.

I’d appreciate that.

All right, the store isn’t far anyway.

I’ll send you the location.

We’ll sort it out that way.

All right, all right. Thank you so much.

I’ll be waiting.

Thank you. Have a good day.

Yes.

- She’ll send it. - Today?

- Yes, she’ll send it today. - Right away?

Are you really going to put it here, in the middle of the living room, Ibrahim?

Are you seriously leaving it like this? Are you ignoring me that much?

Zahra.

You chose everything in this house, my dear.

You chose everything.

I just want to have something small, one square meter out of a hundred.

Please don’t do this.

- Really? - Yes.

Yes.

This table will stay right here, Zahra.

I want at least one thing I say to actually happen in this life.

The table stays here. That’s final.

It’s final.

All right.

I’m sorry for raising my voice.

All right, I’m going to the grocery store.

Okay.

Go ahead.

Your brother, the social media fraud and his foolish girlfriend,

will be here in two hours.

I’ll hurry.

- Do you need anything from the store? - No, I’m done. I’ve reached my limit.

All right.

Can you handle taking care of our son?

I’ll take great care of him.

Can you stay with him alone for two seconds?

I think I can manage that.

- Are you sure? - I’m sure I’ll take good care of my son.

- Will you manage? - I think I will.

Have a nice trip, my dear.

Good luck on your journey to the grocery store. Be careful.

- Thank you. - Will you be able to browse the aisles?

Yes, I will.

Be quiet and stay alert, all right?

Come on, stop talking and move.

Zahra.

What is it, my son?

What happened to my boy? Come here.

Come here. Let me hold you for a bit.

My son is so angry. He’s very angry at his mom.

What can we do? She’s your mother.

Is your dad’s hug nice?

Is your dad’s hug nice?

Feeling better now?

Is your dad’s hug nice?

I wish my father had held me like that.

Is your dad’s hug nice?

Is it nice?

Look what we have here.

Look what your dad bought.

For once in my life, for the first time in years...

something I wanted actually happened in this house. Did you know that?

Look.

I bought a table.

Do you see the horses?

Do you see the horses?

Do you want to ride on them?

Do you want to ride them?

We’ll play with it together.

Your dad bought it.

Your dad bought it.

My dear son.

Your dad bought it.

Say you like it, my boy.

Say you like it because I bought it.

Look at the table.

Do you see our table?

Do you see the table?

Do you see the table?

Do you see the table?

Say you like it, my boy, because I bought it.

Do you like it?

Do you like it?

"My dear."

"My dear."

"My dear."

"My dear."

"My dear."

Hello, Ibrahim!

Hello!

Can you hear me, Ibrahim?

Hello!

I sincerely apologize, Mr. Ibrahim.

I’m deeply, deeply sorry.

The worker wasn’t there. Believe me,

I closed the store and came straight here.

Can you believe that?

Here, I wanted to bring you the missing screw myself.

Here you go, please.

You look sweaty, Mr. Ibrahim.

Have you been painting?

Yes.

Yes.

Of course, that’s a silly question. You just had a new baby.

It’s normal that the renovations are still going on, right?

That’s completely normal.

Believe me, really, Mr. Ibrahim...

This issue was caused by a worker’s mistake.

After disassembling it and putting it back in the box, they forgot that piece.

And it remained missing.

Problems like this happen because they rush while packing things up.

To make up for that mistake, I wanted to come and bring it to you myself.

You said there were no workers.

I said that as a figure of speech.

It’s just what people say “workers and employees.”

That’s what I meant.

It’s just a habit of speech.

A habit that stuck on our tongues.

That’s exactly why, to make up for that slip...

I wanted to give it to you in person.

I mean, the screw.

Mr. Ibrahim.

There’s no problem, right?

Is everything all right?

Because you don’t look okay.

If everything’s fine, that’s good.

Your wife?

She’s not here.

If you’d like, I can help you attach the screw.

I’ll help you install it.

- Please, let me help. - No, no.

Please, let me.

I insist, really.

- It’s a personal request from me. - No, no.

- Please, I’d really like to help, please. - No.

I insist, it’s my personal mistake.

- Please, Mr. Ibrahim. - No.

- No, no. - No.

You... I’m so sorry.

I...

I was too insistent when you refused. You’re right.

Then let me tell you something now.

You have to tighten the screw really well.

If you don’t fasten it properly, the table won’t stand on its legs.

The glass is heavy.

You need to install it properly, or it might break.

Wasn’t the glass...

...unbreakable?

The glass wasn’t supposed to break...

Mrs. Çilem.

The glass...

- Mrs. Çilem. - Mr. Ibrahim.

- Mrs. Çilem. - Mr. Ibrahim.

Mr. Ibrahim.

I knew it, I knew it.

Me too, me too.

Shame on you.

Who are you?

I’m Sibel.

Who are you, you shameless woman?

I’m sorry, Mr. Ibrahim. I didn’t know. I just came for something.

To bring the part.

All right, if there’s any issue with the installation,

please don’t hesitate to call.

And on that note...

My respects to you. Take care.

Have a nice day, he didn’t come.

Have a nice day, dear. Don’t film, don’t film.

Were you painting?

So your flirtations with women aren’t limited to me.

I knew I wasn’t the only one who fell for that strange charm.

Are you in love with that woman?

The one you kissed just now.

While your wife wasn’t home.

The woman you flirted with in the building.

Are you in love with her?

Or was it just a meaningless adventure for you?

Ibrahim.

What’s wrong?

You look terrible.

Tell me you’ll talk to your wife, Ibrahim.

Tell me you’ll speak to her

and confess everything that happened between us, Ibrahim.

Talk to her.

Ibrahim.

Ibrahim.

This will end badly, Ibrahim.

It will end very badly.

Why don’t you say anything, Ibrahim?

Why didn’t you call back?

Are you a fool, Ibrahim?

I’ll be home in fifteen minutes. I hope everything’s fine, Ibrahim.

Ibrahim.

Ibrahim.

Why don’t you answer your phone? What’s going on?

- Zahra. - What’s going on?

What’s going on?

The baby...

Yes.

He just fell asleep in his bed.

Just a little while ago.

- Really? - Yes, exactly one minute ago.

He didn’t stop crying until you arrived.

He’s been crying since morning, ever since you left.

He just fell asleep.

Zahra, don’t go into his room, all right?

Don’t make any noise.

Don’t go in there.

- Okay. - Agreed?

Oh my God!

He succeeds at one thing in life, and now he’s giving me advice.

Then help me carry these bags to the kitchen, finish your good deed.

All right.

Did he poop?

Did he poop?

Good.

I got really scared when you didn’t answer your phone.

I was lying next to him.

Helping him fall asleep.

I actually figured as much, but I didn’t expect you’d put him to bed yourself.

I thought maybe your phone was charging.

Or you were distracted watching something on TV.

But honestly, I was scared.

I thought something bad happened.

How am I supposed to live my whole life with this constant anxiety?

It’s such a strange thing, having children.

Zahra.

Yes?

By the way, something happened.

What happened?

What is all this?

I tripped over the carpet.

And I accidentally fell on it.

The glass broke, and I cut my hand.

- All that blood came from your hand? - Yes.

Wow.

- Are you sure it’s nothing serious? - Yes.

Wasn’t the glass supposed to be unbreakable?

Yes.

Oh, you!

My nerves are shot.

- Yeah. - But look, it’s divine justice.

Oh God.

Your face was pale as chalk when you walked in, Ibrahim.

You looked completely drained. Are you okay?

I felt a bit dizzy, but I’m fine now.

Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital?

Yes.

- And this bloodstain will never come out. - Yes.

- We’ll replace the carpet. - Yes.

For the table to break...

The so-called unbreakable glass table...

Like this, after it caused your wife so much grief.

Do you remember how Mrs. Çilem praised it?

- Yes. -“New Ottoman style.”

-“A shatterproof glass table.” - Yes.

Here it is - the shatterproof glass table in the new Ottoman style.

It was awful anyway.

I swear on the Holy Quran, it’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.

Hideous, with those horses and everything.

Let me tell you something.

Come on, your sister and her boyfriend will be here soon.

Ibrahim.

- Yes? - Who am I talking to?

Yes.

All right, come help me.

Your brother, the social media charlatan...

and his sophisticated, upper-class girlfriend...

They’ll be here soon, come help me.

Okay.

Where did you put the table?

I put it in storage. There was a horse piece left

after I tripped on the carpet and broke it by accident.

Okay.

Come on.

A shatterproof glass table.

The glass table...

...that breaks so easily.

What can I say, Ibrahim? I just can’t help myself.

My nerves are shot.

If only it had lasted one single day.

It’s a world record, honestly.

You broke the record.

I wish I’d seen your face the moment it shattered.

I’d give anything just to see that moment.

I’m going to poop my pants.

But I’ve made up my mind.

They were right when they said there’s wisdom in everything.

Buying that miserable table was worth it just for this moment.

I can’t remember the last time I laughed this hard.

Thank you so much, Ibrahim.

I’m going to die laughing.

How much did you pay for that table?

Honestly, I don’t even know what to say, Ibrahim.

You’re going to be a great father, Ibrahim.

I’m sure you’ll make a wonderful dad.

Really, thank you so much.

Thank you very much.

Tears are streaming from my eyes.

- I’ll go check on the baby. - The baby?

Yes.

Stop, stop. You stop right there.

- What’s wrong? - Leave it to me.

I put him to sleep, and I’ll check on him. I want full control over the situation.

- You want full control, huh? - Yes.

It’s the first time I’ve helped him sleep.

I don’t know how long he’ll stay asleep, or if something wakes him...

- It has to be me, understood? - Okay.

But I have to nurse Nusret soon. Will you handle that too?

He barely fell asleep.

You stay in the kitchen.

And prepare some delicious food for our home, deal?

They’ll be here soon.

Leave the rest to me.

All right, fine.

- Don’t forget the baby monitor. - The monitor.

Okay.

Look at your face, Ibrahim. You’re pale.

Are you sure you don’t want to go to the hospital? Let’s go.

I just came out of the bathroom.

- Zahra. - Yes.

You know I love you, right?

Where did that come from now?

I just wanted you to know.

Oh my God.

I know there’s been a rift between us since the pregnancy.

Stop being dramatic in the middle of the day, Ibrahim.

Sometimes you pressure me too much.

And I’ve told you that many times.

I should’ve considered your condition

during the pregnancy when I said those things.

I’m sorry I didn’t think things through. Sorry I kept forgetting that.

Give me the monitor.

Can you rest a bit?

What is it?

All right, I’m sorry too. I laughed too much and made a big deal out of it.

Ibrahim.

You look sick. Why don’t you go lie down for a while?

Zahra.

If I’ve broken your heart...

All this time...

If I’ve caused you pain...

Then I’m truly sorry.

Will you forgive me?

What kind of question is that? Of course I forgive you.

What are you trying to do, Ibrahim? Are you trying to make me cry?

Look at me.

Why are you saying this? There’s nothing wrong.

I’m not sad or angry over a glass table. It’s just a table.

That’s enough.

All right, it’s over and done.

I’ll go buy you the best kind of table.

No, I’ll buy you the finest glass for the same table.

Deal?

I’ll get you the finest kind, don’t cry.

Don’t cry.

Deal?

Now that we’ve become parents, that’s why we act strange. I know.

Of course, that’s the law of life.

We’re a team.

You hear me? We’re a team.

And when we’re together, there’s nothing we can’t overcome.

Deal?

I love you.

I love you too.

I love you too.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Something’s dripping.

There’s something dripping in the baby’s room.

Here, listen. Listen.

A dripping sound.

- I’ll go check. - No, no, you stay here.

Cihan and his girlfriend will be here soon.

Put the final touches on the table.

I’ll take care of it.

Don’t forget.

All responsibility is mine.

- Understood? - Okay.

All right.

Okay.

Welcome!

To the most beautiful sister-in-law in the world!

And the most talented one too.

- And the most elegant. - Don’t exaggerate, Cihan.

I swear it’s true.

If you don’t flatter everyone like that, then I’m awful.

- God forgive you. - Hello.

Really, Cihan didn’t stop praising you the entire way here.

He kept saying, “My sister-in-law Zahra...”

- Please, come in. - But truly, you’re unlike anyone else.

It’s nice to meet you.

- Yes. - You’re one of a kind.

It’s nice to meet you too, but you didn’t introduce me to her.

Sorry, I forgot that part.

My sister-in-law, this is Ece.

Ece, this is my sister-in-law, Zahra.

- Nice to meet you. - You too.

Though I already see you on Instagram.

I follow your stories and posts. The number of followers is incredible.

Thank you so much.

Amazing. And all that just by being yourself.

- A natural growth. - She did it all genuinely.

- Give me that. - Where is he?

Where’s my brother? Where’s the new dad?

Damn it, you scared me half to death! You showed up like a killer.

Come here.

Hey, Dad.

My dear father.

My dear father.

How are you?

How are you? Are you all right?

Look who’s here.

- Welcome, my dear. - Hello.

- Ibrahim. - I’m Ece.

Honey, what is it?

I mean that sound, what is it?

There was a short circuit in the cable, but I fixed it.

Good. We heard a sound from the baby’s room.

He was checking on him. Give them slippers.

So you can hear your beautiful baby’s sounds.

Thank you.

Oh my God, what happened to your hand?

Nothing serious. This morning he insisted on buying a glass table he liked.

He bought it, brought it here, and fell on it.

That’s how he hurt his hand.

- My condolences, brother. - I’m fine, really.

Does it need stitches?

- Not at all. Come on. - No, brother, I’m fine.

And what’s your deal with glass tables anyway? Damn it.

- Sorry, sister-in-law. Come on. - Oh, sweetheart.

- Where’s the little one? Upstairs? - What?

- Come, Ece. - Yes.

He just fell asleep. Please, don’t make any noise.

He just fell asleep, Cihan.

What do you mean “just”? He’s been asleep for an hour. Let his uncle see him.

Exactly. We’ll just peek through the door quietly.

- We got him a really nice gift. - But he barely fell asleep.

He barely fell asleep, Cihan.

- He fell asleep with great effort, please. - All right.

- Okay, brother, don’t worry. - Sister Zahra.

This is for the baby.

Thank you both so much, that’s very kind.

Thank you so much. What’s this?

It’s beautiful.

It’s really beautiful.

What a lovely shade of blue. Isn’t it, Ibrahim? Look.

Yes.

Blue and pink - neutral, suitable for any baby.

By the way, let’s give them this too, sister-in-law.

May he live long and sleep beside his parents.

Amen.

- Let’s go. - Let’s.

There’s blood on the floor.

Is that from you? You’ve lost so much blood! What is this?

Yes, that’s it. Don’t worry, it won’t come off.

There’s some on the tiles too.

- There’s blood. - It’s fine. I’ll clean it up.

I cleaned it, I cleaned it. Okay, okay, it’s clean now.

I tried so hard to get it out, but the stain just won’t go away.

No, we’ll have to throw the carpet out.

No, no. Why would you throw it out? Don’t.

- It’ll come off. - It won’t.

Of course it will. It’ll come off.

You can remove stains with toothpaste.

- Really? - Of course.

Sometimes I watch documentaries about cleaning products, my dear.

I saw it there.

Keep that in mind - it’ll come in handy if you ever commit a crime.

- I’m joking, but I swear it’s true. - Oh my God, Ibrahim.

I swear it’s true.

- Toothpaste will remove it. - Come on, let’s go.

- That’s nonsense. - I’m starving.

Can you believe how expensive meat has gotten?

Come, are you going to sit here?

I already sat down.

What were we just talking about, Ibrahim?

You’re right.

They really liked you.

When you mentioned toothpaste, I was already thinking about it.

All right, come on.

- Come on. - What’s going on?

What is it? Did something happen?

I didn’t smoke a cigarette when we got here, sister-in-law.

I’ll have one with my brother on the balcony before we eat.

- Sure, go ahead. - She doesn’t let me smoke.

Come on, let’s go out and talk a bit.

Come on.

What is it? What happened?

What’s wrong?

Ibrahim.

Did that girl downstairs start texting you again?

What did she say? Did she say anything today?

What did she write?

What did I tell you? I told you to show her messages to her mother. Did you?

No, you never listen to me.

You never listen.

Listen, here’s what we’ll do.

Call the girl and ask to talk to her.

Ask to meet her.

Make her talk - whatever she says, just let her talk.

Interrogate her. Ask, “What’s your purpose? What do you want?”

And record her voice.

Or forget the recording. Set up a camera somewhere.

Film a video, then take it to her mother.

Or better yet, take it straight to the police.

But first, let’s have dinner. Zahra made delicious food.

- Can we take a picture? - From where?

- Wait a second. - Is that okay?

Let me come over here.

Like this.

Next to my brother.

- But my face isn’t showing. - There, now it is.

Okay.

All right.

- Did you take it? - Yes.

Come on.

So, how does it feel, Zahra?

Has your life changed?

Of course it has. How could it not?

It’s a wonderful feeling, really.

Honestly, I don’t even know how to describe it.

It’s actually hard.

It’s hard, but we were prepared for it.

And we really wanted it.

So, it didn’t feel too difficult.

Maybe because we were ready for it.

Readiness - that’s the key.

How’s the food? Do you like it?

It’s great. Delicious.

- Enjoy. - Zahra, my sister.

Is there something special in it?

If you mean any secret ingredient, not really.

These days people add cinnamon or something like that, but I never do.

First of all, stuffed peppers get their flavor from the onions.

That’s the secret.

Of course, that’s how we used to cook it back home.

And I still make it the same way I learned from my mother.

How many onions do you use for one pot?

I use about seven onions.

- Really? - Of course, of course.

You fill the pot halfway with onions.

Just up to the middle, don’t worry.

Once it cooks and the water evaporates, it shrinks a lot.

Stuffed peppers get their taste from the peppers.

If I’m cooking it in olive oil...

I always add a bit of sugar to every olive oil dish.

You probably know that about two and a half spoonfuls.

That’s all.

But you add the sugar later so it doesn’t caramelize too much.

- Oh my God! - Of course you’d say “Oh my God,” Ece.

The men in our family are actually quite talented in the kitchen, aren’t they?

Ibrahim.

Ibrahim helped me make it today.

But keep that between us.

He really loves stuffed peppers.

Anyway, I fill three full cups of water right up to the brim.

Then I pour it over the top.

And I let it cook for about 15 minutes on low heat.

Brother Ibrahim.

Brother Ibrahim.

Are you okay?

The stuffed peppers are delicious.

Aren’t they?

Brother.

Brother.

Brother!

Ibrahim.

Are you having a seizure? What’s happening?

Sister-in-law!

Ibrahim, snap out of it!

Ibrahim!

Are you all right?

I’m fine.

I’ll wash my face and hands, then come back.

What’s that?

- My heart nearly stopped! What is that? - Oh, for God’s sake.

Sister-in-law.

Should we take him to the hospital?

All right, but what do we tell him, Cihan?

He’s not acting normal. He was having a seizure.

Let’s take him to the hospital and tell him

he had a seizure so they can check him.

I’ve never seen Ibrahim like this before.

- He’s not himself. - I know, dear, he’s not.

He’s been sweating since morning.

I think he’s having a heart attack. We need to take him, Cihan.

First, I’ll go check on the baby.

Okay.

- Tell us. - Go on, tell us.

Tell us what’s wrong, Ibrahim.

Brother.

Please, tell us what’s going on. You’re with your family.

All right.

Let’s sit down.

- Okay. - I’ll check on the baby first.

The baby’s asleep, dear. He’s asleep. Sleeping soundly.

- Okay, Ibrahim. - Sit down.

- Let’s all sit. - All right.

- Okay, everyone sit. - Okay, okay, we’re sitting.

- Oh my God! - Calm down.

- I am calm. - In God’s name.

No, it’s fine.

All right, we’re sitting. It’s fine.

- Should we switch seats? - Oh my God.

Why?

I want to be near the door.

Okay.

Come on, sit near the door, brother. Come on.

Come on, brother.

Brother.

Listen, tell us what’s wrong. We’re not strangers, we’re your family.

Look, your beloved wife is here.

Your dear Zahra is here.

I’m here, your brother Cihan is here.

Ece’s here too.

A new member of the family look at this beauty.

All right, forget about us for now.

Upstairs, your little boy...

...is sleeping like an angel.

What could be more important in life?

Is anything really worth troubling your mind and heart like this?

Tell us your problem the family will solve it.

Of course we will.

Come on, Ibrahim, please.

Tell us what’s wrong, my dear brother.

Come on, brother.

Brother Ibrahim.

Is this about fear? Are you afraid of being a father?

- Yes. - What?

Maybe I’m afraid of being a father.

Then...

...we have some news to share.

What kind of news, Ece?

Go on, tell them, darling.

- Say it, Cihan. - The thing we decided on.

- Is it the right time to say it now? - Yes, it’s perfect. Go on, my love.

All right, all right.

I believe everything happens for a reason.

Maybe the news we’re about to share will be the cure for your troubles.

Or maybe our situation will be your cure.

Let me translate what he means to say.

I’m going to be a father.

Really?

- I can’t believe it, Cihan! - Nusret’s going to have a cousin!

I can’t believe it!

I can’t believe it!

Cihan!

You really surprised me!

What a surprise! Congratulations!

We were debating whether or not to tell you.

And I was wondering what on earth you two were saying!

Congratulations.

We’ve been wondering all morning when to tell you.

Sister-in-law!

- My dear, congratulations from my heart. - Brother!

- I’m so happy for you! - Thank you.

I’m going to be a father!

He’s so happy.

I can’t believe it!

Ibrahim.

Look at this, Ibrahim.

Nusret’s cousin.

Yes, he’ll look just like you.

No, he’ll look like me.

I’m really moved.

Truly.

What a big surprise.

But you two...

We’ve already sorted it out - we’re on it.

We booked next Friday.

We’ll go and get the marriage papers done as soon as possible.

Then we’ll tell both families.

And have the wedding.

All right.

The baby.

Oh...

Brother.

The day I found out my brother would become a father...

That moment...

...was the happiest of my life.

It’s such a strange feeling I’ve never felt anything like it.

I never thought I’d react like this, or even feel this way.

It never even crossed my mind.

Ece.

You’ve taken my life somewhere I never imagined.

You’re an amazing woman.

We’re so lucky.

Everything suddenly started going our way.

And we began earning huge amounts from social media

something we never expected.

Thank God we were spared from envy. Everything’s perfect.

Once we started getting everything we wanted,

we began to ask, “What’s next?”

- What else do we need in this life? - A child.

A child.

We wanted a child.

We thought about the right time - is now the time?

Then we realized there’s no such thing as “the right time.”

So we decided to have a baby - and here it comes.

We decided, and it happened.

You’re going to make me cry.

My love.

Ah!

I’m going to be a father.

Congratulations.

That’s it? “Congratulations”? That’s how you congratulate me?

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Get up, Ece. We’re leaving.

- My love... -“Congratulations”?

What is that? That’s your congratulations?

You call that a congratulation?

- That’s your reaction? - You’ll wake the baby!

What’s wrong with you? What’s happening? Look at me!

Look at me - what’s going on? Tell me!

Is it fear of being a father, or that damn glass table? What is it?

What is it? Say it now - what’s your problem?

Talk, or I’ll smash these plates over your head!

You’ll wake the baby-

Enough! You’ve been acting like a child all day!

What are you doing?

What’s your problem?

What did you two talk about on the balcony?

- What were you talking about? - You’ll wake the baby!

- Get up, Ece. - Cihan!

- Get up! - My love...

What is this?

I’ve never seen anything like this in my life.

Put this on.

Listen... what a shame.

May God do with you as He wills.

I came here to tell you I’m going to be a father,

that I’m starting a family and look at you.

What’s wrong? You don’t like Ece?

You don’t like her? You don’t?

The girl came here, showing you affection, holding your hand-

And you didn’t even look at her face or smile.

Shame on you.

You know what?

You’ve become just like our father.

Say something.

I’m talking to you - say something!

I don’t know if I’ve become like him...

But I’ve spent my whole life fighting not to become the man he was.

I swear to you, the greatest sin I’ve ever committed

was buying that glass table.

The biggest mistake of my entire life...

...was buying that glass table.

I swear on the Holy Qur’an...

...I’ve done nothing wrong...

...except buying that glass table.

Nothing else is my fault.

Nothing else.

What’s that?

What’s that?

I went down to the grocery store-

And when I came back, Cihan...

Has he been possessed or what?

- God forgive me. - Is he possessed?

What happened to him? What’s going on? I really don’t understand.

God forbid, sister...

- God forgive me. - Stop talking nonsense. God protect him.

You killed our son, Zahra.

Because of that glass table.

It deceived me.

I couldn’t protect our son.

I don’t have the courage to tell you this.

I don’t have the strength to see the look on your face when I tell you the truth.

Please forgive me for leaving you with such a heavy burden.

I love you.

And I love our son.

I loved our family so much.

Please forget me...

If you can.

Please forget me - if you’re able to.

Goodbye.

- Ibrahim! - Get out, Cihan.

Cihan!

Cihan!

Cihan!

Cihan!

Where’s the baby, Ibrahim?

Please, don’t look, Cihan.

Cihan.

Don’t look, Cihan.

- Cihan! - Stop, Ibrahim!

- Cihan! - All right, Ibrahim.

- Please, don’t look. - Okay, don’t cry.

- Don’t look, Cihan. - Stop.

Don’t look, Cihan. Don’t look, Cihan.

His head is missing.

It’s been severed.

He fell on the glass table.

The glass sliced his neck like a guillotine.

Ibrahim...

Cihan... Cihan...

Cihan.

It’s okay, brother... it’s okay.

What test is this, Almighty God?

In the name of God, the Most Merciful.

I can’t breathe, Cihan.

I’ll throw myself off the balcony soon, Cihan.

- I’ll jump from the balcony. - You won’t, brother.

Okay.

- I just want to rest. I want peace. - Calm down.

- I can’t breathe. - Easy, brother.

- I can’t breathe. - Calm down.

I’ll find a way. Let me think.

- I don’t want to live. - You won’t die.

- My son... my son... - Stop, brother.

- Brother... - Cihan!

- Cihan! - Sister-in-law!

- What happened, sister-in-law? - Why are you shouting?

We’re not shouting, sister-in-law, the baby’s asleep.

You are shouting, Cihan I heard you both.

No, no, sister-in-law.

There’s nothing wrong. Just give us ten minutes.

I’ll take him, we’ll wake the baby, and we’ll all go together.

- Cihan... - It’s nothing, sister-in-law.

The baby’s asleep, keep your voice down.

Just give us ten minutes, all right?

Five minutes.

- Fine, five minutes. - I’ll come in five, he needs to be fed.

Okay, don’t raise your voice - he’s sleeping.

- Five minutes. - Fine, five minutes, sister-in-law.

Okay.

Be quiet... listen - we need a plan.

Zahra can’t see the baby like this, brother.

I need to find something - anything.

Wait.

Help me, God.

In the name of God, the Most Merciful.

Ibrahim...

Knock on the door, Ibrahim.

Hello, sister Zahra.

Is my brother Ibrahim home?

He is, Sibel - but he’s busy right now.

Is there something? Tell me instead.

I need to speak to him.

Tell me, Sibel.

There’s something my brother Ibrahim was supposed to tell you.

I wonder if he has.

Tell me what?

Sister Zahra...

There’s something important my brother should have told you himself.

I just want to know if he did.

Sibel...

We’re having such a terrible day.

This is not the time...

...for such nonsense.

- Sister Zahra- - What are you doing, Sibel?

Please let me speak.

You’re starting to anger me, Sibel. Say what you came to say!

Say it.

Sister Zahra...

My brother Ibrahim kissed me in the elevator.

What?

He cornered me in the elevator and kissed me.

More than once, too.

He was going to tell you.

He promised me several times he would.

But when he didn’t...

I came to tell you myself.

I spoke to my brother, sister-in-law. We’ll get some air and come back.

Ibrahim...

Ibrahim...

Look who’s here.

Sibel - our downstairs neighbor.

She says there’s something important you’re supposed to tell me.

Ibrahim...

Sibel says...

...that you cornered her in the elevator and kissed her.

No.

Ibrahim...

Either you tell her everything - or I will.

Of course. Now it all makes sense.

So, ever since I came back from the store...

You’ve been acting like you committed a crime and hid a body in this house.

And that’s why you’ve been so strange.

Now I understand, Ibrahim.

Now I see why you’ve been acting like this.

Let’s go, Ibrahim.

- She’s lying. - Let’s go, Ibrahim.

- She’s lying. - Ibrahim!

- She’s lying. - I’m not lying.

- She’s lying. - I’m not lying.

You’re just afraid all this will come out and everyone will see who you really are.

Isn’t that right, Ibrahim?

Speak. Come on, say it, Ibrahim!

Say it, Ibrahim!

Crazy Ibrahim, the pervert!

- She’s lying! - Say it!

- Say it! - I’m not lying!

- She’s lying! She’s lying! - Say it!

She’s lying!

She’s lying!

Liar!

Liar!

Liar!

- Ibrahim! - I’ll kill you!

- Liar! - Ibrahim!

Oh my God!

- I’ll kill you! - Stop!

- What have you done? - Stop, sister-in-law!

You animal!

You filthy animal!

What have you done to my son?

Sister-in-law! Sister-in-law!

Cihan...

Brother...

- Stop, brother. - Let me die, Cihan!

- Let me die, Cihan! - Please, brother!

- Let me die, Cihan! - Don’t, please, brother!

- Cihan... - Stop!

- Cihan... - Brother!

- Cihan... - Brother!

- Cihan... - Let me die!

Please, let me die.

- Let this agony end... - Die!

- Die! - Stop, sister-in-law!