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My Dreams, My Love and You

Director ATIF YILMAZ

Wow, she was born in 1947.

I was a kid, she's still a star.

Isn't that right, Coskun?

- Who are you talking about? - Derya Altinay.

- How much is it? - I'll give you a discount.

- Hey, Arif! - I'll be right there, sir.

You turned the tavern into a damn library!

- A small bottle of raki is okay. - Okay. Let's do it.

Dear gentlemen, a moment of your time.

Don't ignore me because I'm short and young.

I have brought you a condom...

...so that you can spend your most sensual moments in safety.

Put the condom on and start humping, sir.

I'm offering it at factory price for tonight.

Let's hurry. Factory price for tonight.

Buy half a dozen, sir, it won't last you even three days.

Get lost!

1500 for a box, 7500 for half a dozen...

To protect you from AIDS, handsome sir.

- I'm giving you factory price, sir. - No, thanks.

- Arif, send me a beer. - A beer for Coskun.

- How much was it, really? - 5000.

- Can you make installments? - Sure, Arif, deal.

I'll give you 1000 TL every Monday.

Was that you, Irfan?

Nuran, what's wrong? You've drifted off again.

No, I'm fine. I just drifted off.

Which heart can bear the anguish of a mother who has lost her child?

Mommy, isn't Daddy coming?

He'll come, son, you go to sleep. Of course he will.

- Did Dad forget about us, Mom? - Son, your father...

- Irfan, you... - Daddy...

My boy!

Can you forgive me?

Forgive him, Mommy, for my sake.

My boy!

What happened to you, are you okay?

My brave son, look, we're together now. Nothing will separate us now.

Daddy, Mommy. Come on, join hands again and carry me about to home.

I promise, I will never upset you again.

Irfan! What happened to our son?

Doctor! Doctor!

My boy! My boy!

No!

Sir! Hey! Sir!

You'll be the first to buy it, handsome. Take it to your girlfriend.

- I don't have a girlfriend. - Should I? Take one, please, take one.

May God bring you to your beloved.

My boy loved this song so much.

And the more I thought I'd never be able cherish him again...

Honey, that's enough. You're devastating yourself.

I wanted to share a love with you, but we were condemned to share a terrible pain.

Look, I'm not rioting.

Just let time heal all wounds.

Like me...

...into the arms of time and oblivion.

THE END

Come on, children, go out into the garden.

Everybody out, hurry up.

- Oh, you've cried. - Go away, girl!

- Miss! Coskun hit me! - No fighting, let's go.

Children! Come on, everybody out.

Move, quickly.

- Let me help you. - Sure, here you go.

Watch out! Don't get too close!

If you get too close, the cinema will suck you in...

...and you will never get rid of it.

- Just try not to get caught. - The movie was very good.

It was. Any movie with Derya is good.

- Do you know her? - Of course I do. She's cinema's favorite.

- Bring her movie again, okay? - If you apprentice with me, sure.

- I will. - Here you go.

- Can I have the banner? - You got a crush on her, son.

This is the first installment, okay? Coskun?

- Didn't we agree on once a week? - Oh, right.

- How's the script going? - We're working on it with Hayati.

You're not forgetting my role, are you Coskun?

With Derya Altinay.

Just let's finish first.

Tell Hayati, I send my regards.

Sir! Sir!

You forgot the flower.

She won't allow it.

Listen up!

Children, listen up!

Children, why are we gathered here?

Coskun?

You tell us.

Derya Altinel will visit our orphanage, sir.

Don't be too spoiled, don't disturb Ms. Derya!

Do not speak unless you are asked something.

She's coming!

Rukiye!

Here, dear, hold it like this.

When she gets out of the car, don't forget to give her the flower.

You are very welcome. It's an honor.

You have made us orphans happy.

One of the children wrote you a poem, Ms. Derya.

Come here, Coskun.

- Read it, son. - Go on, read it!

- We saw you in My Boy. - “Ms.”

You came out of the movie screen, Derya.

He means Ms. Derya Altinay.

Mother of orphans, the only owner of my heart, Derya.

“Ms.”!

You love helping and children, Derya.

Son! You have to say “Ms.”!

Demonstrate your charity and make orphans happy, Derya.

We love you, we want you to be happy, Derya.

- Without you, life will be miserable... - Okay, that's enough!

Sorry about that.

Thank you, I'm very touched.

- Say thank you, son? - Thank you.

Ms. Derya, please.

Come closer to the girl, please. Yes, very good.

- Let's take one from this angle, Ms. Derya. - Yeah.

Yes, that way. Yes, very good.

Okay, that's good.

Can we make a headline that “Derya Altinay adopted an orphaned girl”?

My dear ma'am.

Easy, my hat...

Daybook

Sir, give us a cigarette, please, just one.

I don't smoke.

- He doesn't smoke, what the hell! - Sucker!

Goodbye, thank you so much for everything.

- Thank you too. - Goodbye, come again.

You've done a good thing.

- We're leaving. - Fine, go.

- I'll send you letters. - Rukiye, come on.

Why are you crying?

- Erol, my boy. - My name is Coskun.

Is it?

I just lost my only son.

I know your story, I'm alone too. I don't have a mother or a father.

God, what miserable people we are.

Please don't cry. I can be your son if you want.

What, are you serious? Will you really be my boy?

I will. You can come and see me anytime.

From now on, I'll never leave you. I won't leave even if you kick me out.

As long as you don't forget me, remember me, I will always be with you.

- Good evening. - Mr. Hayati was just asking about you.

I'll just drop these off and be right back.

Do you have anything to eat? I made a stew.

I ate outside today, Mrs. Hulya, thank you.

Close your eyes.

You've been gone a long time.

You've been thinking about me, so here I am.

♪ Happy birthday, Coskun. ♪

♪ Happy birthday, Coskun. ♪

♪ Happy birthday, Coskun. ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

I don't have a birthday.

Didn't I tell you they left me in front of the police station?

What difference does it make? Suppose you were born today.

Darling, how many birthdays do we celebrate in a year?

- I'm sick of it. - Coskun, you're breaking my heart.

Come on and blow out those candles, please.

It's either a birthday party or a twist party.

Either a meal at a candlelit table or a ride in a convertible.

Don't you know anything else?

In this world there is hunger, there is war, there are condoms.

There are unemployed, drunks, whores.

You are drunk, you don't know what you are saying.

You have lost consciousness.

- I'm such a miserable woman. - Okay. All you do is dramatize things.

It's my fault. I know you won't change, but...

Come on, don't be upset, I'm blowing.

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪

♪ Happy birthday, Coskun. ♪

- Where's my daybook? - How should I know?

Come on Nuran, if it was Melek, fine...

...but hiding a daybook doesn't suit a lady like you.

You've turned into an absent-minded child since you put your mind on this scenario.

- Where's my daybook? - Coskun, please.

My daybook!

Here. And keep writing scripts for that bloody actress Derya.

There's no need to be jealous, Nuran.

Derya is a good actress, you know that too.

A good actress?

Do you know what she made me do in that movie?

She made a respected woman like Nuran laugh like a prostitute.

Am I the woman to laugh like that?

She can laugh like that, but Nuran never.

I'm going up to Hayati's.

I'm get frustrated!

The first time I saw her, I said to myself: “Finally!”

You've finally met the woman of your life.

This woman is the only one who can give you the happiness you're looking for.

This woman has followed you all your life and appeared at the most opportune moment.

This woman will love you and you will conquer the world with her love.

You were destined for this woman.

And from now on, she will be your destiny.

Aren't you exaggerating a bit, son?

In my opinion, you can think of Derya as any actress...

...and the woman in the script as any human being with weaknesses.

I've got this much it left.

If it's not too late, I can bring it to you after work.

God bless you. You came as a godsend. That's enough for us tonight.

- Have a good night. - Thank you very much, Mrs. Hulya.

Even 50 respected ladies can't replace this girl.

- Are you sure you don't want a drink? - Sure, I had a beer at dinner.

Do you remember...

...the movie A Flower in the Swamp in which Derya starred?

Of course I do.

But it didn't affect me as much as Nuran's character.

Hold on a minute.

She sent my boy an autographed photo of her wearing that attractive costume.

Shame on you.

How quickly you forgot I came into your dreams the night you saw the movie.

Say what you like, but Melek was a more lively and vibrant woman.

Good for you, old man, you know what a real woman is.

How do you like it?

With love to Little Mahmut. Derya.

♪ You looked at me in such a way ♪

♪ That I fell in love with you ♪

♪ You put the lasso of love ♪

♪ Around my neck ♪

♪ I'm willing to be your servant ♪

♪ At your door ♪

♪ And your rose ♪

♪ In your garden ♪

What do you think, young man, have you ever met such a woman?

♪ I'll sacrifice my life for you ♪

♪ And my sins are all because of you ♪

♪ Let's go with you to Baghdad way ♪

♪ You're a hawk and I'm a poor sparrow ♪

♪ You threw an iron claw into my heart ♪

♪ You threw an iron claw into my heart ♪

- Come on, let's go. - Get the hell off my arm!

I made you famous.

I'll send you back to the swamp you came from.

Who is this rude guy, Melek?

- Murat, I was once... - Come on, tell him who you really are.

Enough! I was this man's mistress once.

Is that what you want to say?

You may have my body, but you'll never have my soul.

I am all yours, Murat...

...whether you accept me or reject me is up to you.

I have to admit that I learned about sexuality thanks to her.

But Nuran still had a different role in my life.

Fool.

But in my life, Melek had a different role, son.

Look at the liveliness, the grace in those eyes. It looks so real.

Just as if she's going to come out of the photograph and sit in front of us.

Well said, old man.

I've always liked real people who have been beaten down by life...

...rather than overly flamboyant nobles.

You can almost feel her breath in the room.

Props to you! That's what a man's like.

- Can we be excused? - What do you mean, “we”?

- Where are we going? - I mean, can I be excused?

I have to get up early tomorrow morning.

Let's go!

Shall I give him a kiss?

Have a good night.

It was still early.

As you wish.

You learned these tricks from Ms. Nuran, right?

Well, call her to your bed on those nights when you feel so lonely...

- ...and she will sing you a lullaby. - You're not feeling ashamed, are you?

Am I the one who should be ashamed?

How soon have you forgotten what you whispered in my ear the other night?

Stop it!

- Are you a pain in the ass or what? - Yours has started dramatizing again.

Look, if you're going to make trouble again, don't come at all.

Such a romantic scene.

Ms. Melek, please don't mess with me.

Coskun, please don't make me get involved with such a person.

Do whatever the hell you want!

I don't want you to brawl, I have to work.

I guess you know that Coskun wrote a script for that chick?

I hid his daybook today.

Instead of hiding his daybook, miss, you should have used your brains.

If we don't find a way to stop him, we're both screwed.

The storm that had started in the morning was still raging.

Lost in the depths of sleep, the young man found himself...

...in the dark corridor of the orphanage he had left years before.

He encountered his childhood self.

What are you doing here? You're all grown up.

I'm looking for a woman, but I don't know what she's like.

Is she like this?

Or like that?

No, neither.

The young man knew that in her...

...he would find the happiness he was looking for.

A coffee for Hayati.

How hard it is to create a new character.

Melek, Nuran... I always write about them.

- Why don't you look for the original? - How do you mean?

Go and meet Derya Altinay.

- Is that possible? - Why not?

What is she, a goddess?

Maybe you'll confront a scruffy housewife, who knows?

Thanks.

Don't make such a big deal out of her, son. Go collar her.

Forget about Melek, Nuran and all that.

You'll have your work cut out for you, son.

I once aspired to be a writer too, but I got exhausted quickly.

When one goes behind the picture, the words, the screen...

...it takes a lot of work.

- How can I contact this Derya Altinay? - Ask Mrs. Hulya, she will tell you.

She knows everything about ins and outs of them.

- Shall we go to a movie? - That movie is the only one I haven't seen.

Well, watch that movie, too.

That's what you do, after all.

Why don't you come and have some tea?

- Forget it, Hulya, I'll find it somewhere. - Wait, I got it.

I forgot where it was published.

I've contact information every celebrities.

- I've inconvenienced you. - No, you didn't.

Thank you.

By the way, if you meet Derya Altinel, get her autographed photo for me.

Give it to me!

Come and get it yourself.

This is no time for games, Melek, I'm late.

What's the point of going to Derya?

- Give it to me! - I won't.

- Let me go! - Give me that!

- Give it to me! - I won't.

Give it to me, Melek!

Let me go!

Come on, Melek!

Oh my god!

But you...

Ms. Melek, it's a bit much!

You keep your goddamn nose out of this!

You can't mess with a young boy's chastity.

Oaf! Idiot!

Coskun, you shouldn't let a whore talk to me in that way.

Anyway, I don't think...

...I've ever been asked for permission for anything in this house.

Are you happy now?

I'll be happy to find the house empty tonight, ladies.

Understood?

He doesn't even care about us any more.

If he doesn't want me...

...I'm willing to perish in the agony of oblivion.

You were born a fool, you will die a fool.

What is death, anyway?

Or maybe I'd rather end my life with my own hands than carry this pain.

You just can't do that shit.

As long as we are not forgotten, we cannot die.

Besides, I have no intention of dying.

This script “won't” be written!

My god! How difficult immortality is!

- Pinar, did you get my yellow scarf? - It's in the bag, Ma'am.

What do you expect from this creature?

She's sixteen years older than me.

- Besides... - Besides, she's not imaginary, she's real.

And she's prettier than both of you. Don't bother, dear.

Prettier, my ass!

Oblivious to the fact that the woman he had been looking for all these years...

...lived in the house across the sreet...

...the young man tried to carry on with his work...

...which had begun to bore him...

...selling periodicals and encyclopedias to a number of disinterested people.

They were beautifully bound, meaningless books...

...that were used as ornaments, after a glance at the pictures inside.

My eyes must be deceiving me, he said to himself.

Here was the woman he had been looking for all these years.

She felt his gaze and turn to him.

Those extraordinary eyes that ignite the blood in his veins.

The young man seemed mesmerized.

“But why is she still looking at me?”

It wasn't my fault, you shouldn't have looked at me like that.

“This is what lovesickness must be like” the young man said to himself.

It's not working. Of course not. It's Nuran.

- Nuran, can you get off my back? - Coskun, you're breaking my heart.

His days were filled with indecision.

The easiest way to approach her was to pose as a journalist.

The young man, walked with his heart pounding with excitement.

He would hear her voice for the first time, maybe even touch her.

May I interview you?

Her gaze was very moving.

Come and do it in the car.

His hands were shaking as he pressed the button on the tape recorder.

- Who is the actor in your latest movie? - He's not as handsome as you.

When her hot lips touched the young man's lips...

- Yes, and that's you, miss. - Absolutely.

I told you, darling, there is no personality in that woman...

...one day she's Nuran, the next day she's me.

- You'd better just... - I'm going to see her tomorrow.

If anyone can save me from you two, it's her.

My ass!

I brought an encyclopedia of Turkish Cinema, for...

Pardon me?

This is an encyclopedia of cinema, it also mentions Ms. Derya.

She's not at home, if you could come by another day...

Sorry, I have some work to do inside.

- Rukiye? - Coskun?

Come on in.

It felt more like a temple than a house.

She is not there, but you feel her presence around every corner.

Her smell.

You can step where she has stepped...

...you can touch something she has forgotten on a sofa.

I'm sorry.

I can't sit down because I'm so excited. Shall we take a walk?

Sure, son.

I need to write. I have to.

What to do?

If I were to make a movie, I would probably tell the story of Beyoglu.

Beyoglu should be the leading role, right?

A giant actor with a thousand faces and voices.

I came and settled in Beyoglu when I was in college.

You have no idea how different Beyoglu was back then.

Churches, places of entertainment...

...people speaking all kinds of languages...

I used to have a routine...

...where I got up early in the morning and walked around.

I was going to explore the city. Well, Beyoglu was worth exploring.

You know how now they say...

...“Beyoglu has deteriorated, where is the old Beyoglu”?

I don't think anyone knows what deterioration is, son.

Put aside its taverns, patisseries, brothels and movie theaters...

...Beyoglu no longer has its former people.

Some have left because they were exiled...

...some because they moved, some because they died.

Anyway, life is the main thing.

Even so, I'm addicted to even this version of it.

Business trip, travel, exile...

...wherever I went, I came back halfway.

- You remember Mr. Hayati and Coskun, right? - I do.

Oh, my dear, you've become a big girl.

We did some gallivant today, and now I'm taking her to her grandmother's.

Next time you're here, don't forget to visit me.

We will.

Maybe it's us, our heart that's worn out.

This is from a dinner last year.

Who is that?

Mr. Sulhi, the producer, she works with him the most.

It's from the opening of the children's health center...

She had it built.

Hello?

Ms. Derya is not here, sir, she's on the filming.

Okay, I'll tell her you called.

It's like this all day long, it never stops ringing.

Hello?

Is that you, Mr. Tayfun?

She read it and liked it.

Sure, you can call at night.

Goodbye.

Can you give me a picture of her? No, make it two.

I'll give one to Mrs. Hulya in our building.

Which one would you like?

This is for me and this is for Mrs. Hulya.

Come, I'll show you around the house.

- How does it feel to live with her? - I don't know.

Do you do all the work around the house?

The charwoman comes every day, we doing it together.

Do you drink Coke?

Tell me some about her.

This is the parlor.

- Do you have a lot of sleepover guests? - Her mom comes over sometimes.

And that's my room.

The other day I read an interview she gave to a magazine.

- Whose? - Ms. Derya. She spoke very intelligently.

Mr. Sulhi writes most of them.

- Why? - Ma'am everything asks him.

Things have been a bit rocky between them lately.

She didn't want that tutor, and Mr. Sulhi had given him an advance.

And this is her room.

It's her bed.

She doesn't give us a proper list and then we are to blame.

What is it?

She forgotten the shoes she was supposed to wear in the movie...

...Every day she always forgets something.

You need to go to the set of the movie right now?

What can I do? I'm sorry.

Can I come with you?

No, no.

Unfortunately, things don't always work out the way we want them to.

I said no!

It is no longer possible for us to come together.

I can't say anything, I'm just give up the fight right now. Stop!

For God's sake, what the hell mean give up the fight, what am I, a boxer?

We just shoot what is written in the script, Ms. Derya.

This is not the Holy Qur'an...

...if we change a sentence, what will change in terms of meaning?

Would you read that line from the beginning, without “give up the fight”.

“I said no, we can't get together anymore.”

Just a minute.

In fact, if we remove the phone call part completely from the script...

...it would make the scene more impressive.

Then how are we supposed to understand the woman's feelings?

Didn't she talk about the same thing with her lover in the previous scene?

“Give up the fight” or whatever, I can emphasize that feeling anyway.

Rearrange it as Ms. Derya says.

- Come on, let's start rolling. - Excuse me, I have to change my shoes.

Your feet aren't showing.

Sure, but I feel uneasy when something is deficent.

Wait aside, I'll be right back.

Turn off!

Please, don't bring your tension to the set.

She had just come to consult about something.

At 1:00 a.m.?

- You can cast her in your future movies. - You're reacting childishly.

- Ms. Derya, the set is ready. - Yeah.

It's 2:00 p.m. and we haven't shot a single sequence yet.

Do you remember him, ma'am? Coskun was in our orphanage.

I told you about him, the one who brought the encyclopedia of cinema.

- Nice to meet you. - Me too.

You can talk to Pinar and bring it on a day when I'm home.

- Can't you just move these cables aside? - Yes, ma'am.

Turn on!

- I'm ready. - We're rolling, guys, get ready.

Action!

Here you go, Ms. Derya.

Now this is, I think, a high-society woman who broke up with her lover.

There was an entrance through the door, so to speak it was jaw-dropping.

But I don't see that on you.

Tell me about it, I'm be strucked dumb with excitement.

She was standing in front of the mirror. You should have seen that look.

Then she grabbed a brass candlestick and...

Oh, that familiar trick, she is smashing the mirror, right?

- No, but you should have seen it. - I sort of did.

However, the angle of the camera seemed, I don't know, wrong.

The camera was outside the window, Derya's acting was not visible.

We don't have any proper directors.

He will probably also shoot it from another angle...

...and then he will use that one or the other one in the editing.

That's right, it will also happen as Hayati says.

Arif, where's our diced lamb fried on iron plate?

Coming right up, sir.

- Did I tell you about Bito? - You didn't.

Just now, when you mentioned the window, I remembered.

In 1954, when I first started my career, I was transferred to Ayvalık.

Bito was my neighbor there.

She was a Greek woman, much older than me.

Our windows were facing each other.

She would stand at the window and water flowers and sing.

I'd look at her. She'd come into my dreams.

- She was crying. - She was, yes.

You were talking about Bito.

- Huh? - Bito.

Oh, yeah, I was talking about Bito.

Well, summer's coming, son.

You have to work hard. Very hard.

They used my old photos throughout.

Moreover, they wrote my filmography very incompletely.

Yes, ma'am, but...

- So, you sell encyclopedias? - Well, I do. But my main purpose...

So, you and Pinar grew up in the same orphanage?

Yes.

- What I'm trying to say is... - Ma'am, I'm sure you remember him.

Coskun read a poem he wrote for you in class.

Yes, how was it...

- Do you still remember it? - Sure, but...

- Coskun, read it. - Now, right here or now?

What if I want you to?

No.

Well, you know...

It was a childish thing.

- You'll laugh. - I'm waiting.

We saw you in the My Boy. You came out of the movie screen, Derya.

Mother of orphans, the only owner of my heart, Derya.

Demonstrate your charity and make orphans happy, Derya.

We love you, we want you to be happy, Derya.

It's beautiful, I'm very touched.

To be able to write that at that age, bravo.

Wasn't it longer?

You gave me this daybook as a gift.

- And what are these writings? - It's a script.

- Are you writing scripts? For whom? - For you, Ms. Derya.

That's my only purpose.

What's it like? Tell me a little bit about it.

- A Dream of Beyoglu. - A Dream of Beyoglu.

Nice name.

- Distinctive. - Just give me fifteen days.

The first time I saw her, I said to myself: “Finally!”

“So, finally, I met the woman of my life.”

It's so beautiful.

It must be a magical romance movie.

Bitch!

She was play around with the director the movie shooting.

He's writing the script for her, isn't he?

One by one, those who remember me have faded into the past.

Coskun is also forgetting me now.

What's happening to me?

We're rotting, darling, we're being forgotten.

- Your hair! - What's wrong with my hair?

They're turning white!

He can't do this to me! He can't!

We are getting old!

Istanbul, a mysterious city with seas opening in various directions...

...and soft hills stretching around the Bosphorus and the Golden Horn.

This is where I experienced all the fears and depressions of my youth.

I suppose it's not my emotions and my restless nature...

...that have led me astray.

What led me astray were the complicated streets of this city...

...which spread to various neighborhoods...

...through narrow or wide roads, passageways, stairways.

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This house was both a shelter and a prison for me.

A place of refuge from this city...

...whose murky soul I could not yet comprehend...

...from the people of this city...

...from the uncertain future that lay ahead of me.

It had been about a month since I moved to this side of the city.

The windows of the across the street, which had been in darkness for a month...

...were lighted up.

With her deep eyes...

...it was as if she could see far beyond where she was looking.

My God, how much she resembled the image of that unique woman...

...full of the love that filled my dreams...

...and the tenderness that would engulf and devour me.

She was the woman who embodied the love I was looking for.

When I thought of her, a certain warmth came over me.

After that, the woman's conversations also enter.

If you like, let's do it this way:

I'll read the man's lines, you read the woman's.

I don't know, can I even do it?

They are unnamed, only man and woman, is that it?

- That's how I envisioned it. - Interesting.

- Is this your first screenplay? - You could say that.

It has a very good beginning.

- Which part of it did you read last? - When I thought of her...

When I thought of her, a certain warmth came over me.

The first time I saw you up close was there, at the church door.

You recognize me, don't you?

As I descended those interminable stairs, I could feel your gaze on me.

Your beauty mesmerized me. Without realizing it, I followed you.

I noticed something in you that I haven't seen in a very long time.

You knew about shame. You hadn't forgotten that.

You were such a clear embodiment of my secret desires.

I couldn't look at you without shame.

I've seen you before...

...but I wanted to walk away before you noticed me.

If you were coming from the other side, I would have saluted you without hesitation.

Travel Agency

Maybe I would have stopped you and talked to you.

I probably would have said some platitudes.

Why am I shy away of you...

...why do I think your wishes are different from those of others?

Or have I started fantasizing at this age?

I couldn't follow you, even though I wanted to.

I wanted to get to know you.

My lovesickness for you, has dragged you here.

I don't know what I was looking for.

You just said, “Let's go.”

Was someone spying on us or was it an illusion?

I felt like she told me all about her past.

But I was thinking about the present and the future.

Can I make a new life with what I have left?

We had reached evening without speaking a word to each other.

And yet there were so many things I wanted to say to you.

Was that a signal of separation's?

I only ever loved you, I can't live without you anymore.

You didn't come home that night.

Nor the next morning.

Your curtains were still closed.

And the second night.

And for nights and nights you never came home.

I could feel the blood in my veins drying up along with them.

Or was it just a dream?

A dream of Beyoglu?

Then, who was it that held my hand with all its warmth?

Whose were those lips that brushed my cheek?

It was you. Just like that day.

I said “What do you want?” in frightened.

“It's nothing important,” he replied.

“I came to talk to you about your neighbor across the street.”

“I don't know her well,” I replied.

“Your neighbor was my lover,” he said.

“She was short with me, in recent weeks. She cut me dead.”

"As if in a delusion, she walks past me."

“I'm so jealous.”

“If she has found another lover...

...I will have no choice but to kill her or myself.”

Sighing with desire, as if he wanted to drive me crazy, he said:

“If that unique fairness body that only lies under my body...

...now lies under another man's body...”

- “You know what I mean, don't you?” - “I'm not,” angrily I said.

“If you have a wish, come by,” he said.

What was our life in this city but a labyrinth of unknown complexities?

A labyrinth with an unknown exit.

It had to be one of the two streets on the corner...

...the street from the address the man had given.

Many weeks had passed...

...and now I was on my way to your lover's house, hoping to find you.

With the intention of killing myself or you, as he would say.

Are those your footsteps I hear approaching?

It was you.

No, it wasn't you.

“There was a gentleman,” I said. “He visited my house the other day.”

“He had given me this address.”

Was it you?

No, it wasn't you.

Then how did I know this woman?

It was you! Ah hell no!

No way! This can't be real!

It was a nightmare. It can't be real.

I've shown you all my faces. I opened my whole self to you.

You're her!

Why did you do it, why?!

I love you.

- Did you kill her? - Yes, I killed her.

I killed her!

- What's her name? - I don't know!

She has no name!

I am truly impressed.

It's like a poem.

Thank you.

These are cold, I'll put a fresh ones in.

Ma'am, you should definitely act in the movie adapted from this script.

Can I keep it? I want to read it one more time tonight.

Today is the happiest day of my life... because I was able to meet you.

- Can I open the door for a while? - Of course you can.

It's all over now. We're near the end.

Do you remember Nuran and Melek?

Two characters you played in your past movies.

They were in My Boy and A Flower in the Swamp.

Oh, yes.

Aren't those cardboard characters a bit outdated?

Actually, I liked them both very much.

They were the ones who made me love cinema.

Hey, I felt a stirring inside me, I think he remembered us.

But since I met you, they've lost all their charm.

You are more real and more beautiful...

...than any character you have ever portrayed.

You are the one who really is immortal.

- I'm sorry. - Sorry for what, son?

Why don't you tell me what's wrong? It'll relax you.

I don't know what it is, but I can't stop myself.

Why try to stop? Cry, relax, it'll good for you.

It must be the raki, I drank too much, didn't I?

You wasn't half bad.

You are obviously crying out of happiness.

Yes, I am very happy.

- You are in love. Like in the script. - Yes, I'm.

She loves me too. I could see it in her eyes.

Let's drink. To your love.

- May I be excused? - Let's go.

- I can go by myself. - Yeah, sure.

“It's like a poem,” she said.

Her eyes were sparkling.

Watch your step.

She has no name.

- Her name is Derya. - Yes, it's Derya.

I can get down the rest of the stairs on my own.

Have a good night.

- A dream of Beyoglu. - I'll come by in the morning.

- I've never seen him like this before. - He's in love.

- You didn't go to work tonight? - I got fired, and it's a good thing.

Have a good night.

Wouldn't you like to come in for a coffee?

- Of course I would. I'd be happy to. - Well, the house is a bit of a mess.

Everyone who meets her for the first time, falls in love with her.

Who does? What love?

It's people like you; scriptwriters, directors, producers, everyone.

What makes you think I'm in love with her?

Does she fall in love with anyone?

Tell me, does she?

She doesn't love anyone but herself.

- You don't say! - What?!

You're jealous of her.

It's be par for the course. She's prettier, richer and more famous than me.

Even you're in love with her. You were my childhood sweetheart.

As soon as you saw her... Am I right?

We're going to be late.

Don't forget that you left me and went with her.

- How glad I was at the time. - Aren't you happy now?

She's always been so good to me. And I'm no shortage of something.

But, I don't know, when I saw you...

I realized that one can be saved on one's own.

I love your script.

My Boy!

How dusty my photo is.

In a few years...

...your A Dream of Beyoglu will turn into a dusty photograph.

So you're trying in vain, Mr. Coskun.

Movies are born, grow and die too.

We are just creatures made of light.

We light up and go out.

Is there any point in creating another one of us...

...knowing that it will end up like us?

Look, if you don't disappear immediately...

...I will erase you from my mind and I will never remember you again.

Then you'll go straight to forgotten movie hell.

- No! - Come on, let's go.

- She who falls has no friends. - And you?

Sorry, Coskun, we're late. It's my fault.

Have a seat, make yourself comfortable.

Derya, had given me your story.

It has a distinctive and unique atmosphere.

She liked it too.

So, in short, it may work for us.

Provided, of course, that it needs some work.

I can write it 10 more times, as long as something good comes out.

You don't need to tire yourself out.

What's important is the story.

The rest is the work of people who know screenwriting.

You know, the adaptation of a story into a movie...

After all, you are the author of the story.

Here you go.

- What is this? - It's a check, your payment.

Mr. Sulhi is having a cocktail party tonight in celebration of one of our films.

- You'll come to it too, right? - Sure, we'd love to have you there.

As the writer of our upcoming movie, you can also meet the movie community there.

Meet you at Ziya Restaurant in Ortakoy at 8:00 p.m., okay?

Sure, I'll come.

He's a pretty boy. Let's cast him if you want.

Sounds good. In fact, I've thought about it myself.

And now, I'd like here's a toast to Derya Altinay.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Thank you. Thank you all.

- Who is the woman with Mr. Sulhi? - His wife.

- I think they're on the outs with together. - Everyone here is like that.

Guys, I'm very tired. You don't mind if I ask your pardon, do you?

Please, don't get up.

See you in the next movie. Let's go.

- After that we were going to Samdan. - I'm so tired.

- I'll walk you to your car. - Pinar and Coskun will.

He's a handsome boy.

They'll probably work on the script at night.

I told him many times, don't bring your wife.

What is she doing in the movie crew? Parvenue!

Her father is a bit rich, otherwise why would Sulhi put up with her?

I mean, if she know her place and sat down...

Fehim, to the right, please. I don't feel like going home right now.

Can I get off the car here?

Come along and we'll talk about your script.

- You love cinema, don't you? - Yes, more than anything.

Don't be afraid, I'll always be there for you.

It was you who made me love cinema.

I owe everything to the cinema.

Shall I tell you a story that nobody knows?

The year is 1950s, location is Besiktas.

Besiktas was full of frame houses at that time.

The family of Mr. Salih, a land registry officer...

...lived in one of them.

Mr. Salih had three daughters. One of them was named Selime.

She was in love with one of the actors, just like you.

She was in love with cinema.

When she got a little older, she found herself in Turkish Cinema.

I'm still not sure if cinema is God or Satan.

The young girl sold her soul to the cinema.

Cinema turned out to be a merchant and smashed the girl's soul.

It put her soul in little bottles, plastic bags and sold it to people.

There was nothing left in her.

She's empty and eff-up, now.

You're not like that.

Now, only young people like you make me feel excited again.

I will always write for you and try to be worthy of you.

- You can pick me up tomorrow at 10:00 a.m., good night. - Good night.

If possible, can he take me to a bus stop?

Stay at my place, where are you going at this hour?

Ms. Derya...

You love me, right?

Yes, I do.

Just don't you ever change, okay?

It's a jungle out there. Don't you ever change.

Coskun, let me show you your room.

Good night.

I just wanted to say good night to you.

- How old are you? - Twenty-three.

Sleep tight.

Derya!

Coskun!

Derya!

Coskun!

Coskun!

Coskun, what happened?

I heard you screaming. I was scared to death!

Again, I saw that nightmare at the orphanage.

♪ I've finally come to terms with ♪

♪ That I can't be reunited with you, fickle. ♪

♪ You have wounded my heart ♪

♪ Now come back and cheer it. ♪

I am so ecstatic, that I can no longer comprehend the world.

Who am I, who is the true believer, what is this wine?

Indeed, all I want is a favor from my beloved for my inconstant heart...

...but if my beloved asks what my inconstant heart desires...

...neither do I know what it wants.

We were such simpletons...

...why didn't we even try to get together all this time?

Praise be to the cinema...

...we were able to come together thanks to this young man selling his script.

Isn't that right, Mrs. Hulya?

Let's toast to your beautifulness.

- To friendships. - To our friendship.

Why don't you say a few words too, son?

You've been silent be tongue-tied since the evening.

After last night, it's best to let Coskun be.

It's not that.

Until today, I've only been dreaming.

But when it comes to reality, a fear grips you.

Considering what I saw and experienced for two days...

It sit heavy on your stomach, didn't it son?

Fortunately, I have Derya Altinay.

She's the only one I trust.

If you ask me, you should only trust yourself, son.

Will you invite us to the shooting of the movie?

Of course I will.

- You can come with Hayati. - We'll do that, Mrs. Hulya.

Drink to Coskun.

Let's clink.

I couldn't have done anything without you guys.

Well, we'd better leave you alone with your dreams for a while.

Just drop everything like that. I'll clean it up in the morning.

I hope Derya will be as loyal as Nuran and Melek.

Have a good night.

No, don't do this!

It's all over.

He can't do this to me! He's destroyed my whole life!

- Oh, my God! Nuran, your voice is fade out! - My voice?

What you mean...

Oh no! This must be the last sign of oblivion!

First your voice disappears, then your image!

Now, our voices are disappearing too.

It's disappeared!

We've become mute!

Nuran!

My dear friend!

You son of a bitch! You can't do this to us!

Come on, guys, hurry up! Move!

Mr. Burak, let's rehearse.

- I'm ready, sir. - Call Ms. Derya.

Tidy up inside.

I think she looks even more beautiful than she did before.

Everything seems so complicated.

I'll see what's going on and come back.

I used to work as an extra in the movies.

I had some small parts.

You're the one who ordered coffee, right?

Turn on!

Can you unbutton a few of the breast buttons of your blouse...

...you know, he needs to be a little bit attrected by you.

I'm sorry, but I don't think it should be like that in this scene.

She should only show cleavage in the house where he comes.

Otherwise, I think she should be extremely covered.

Covered, mysterious.

Let's consult before every scene, okay?

- Shall we turn it off? - No.

Burak, look, you're be in a sorry state on this stage, you know.

- Then there will be a knock on the door... - Can I talk to you for a second?

You go and open the door, reluctant and exhausted, okay?

- If you want, we can talk over dinner. - Can't I stay on the set?

I have a new project for next month.

You'll write the script.

We could have dinner and I could fill you in on the details of it.

Instead of wasting time here, right?

I had guests, I'll just check on them and be right back.

All right, we're rolling! Action!

- I was just looking for you. - Where are they?

Mr. Hayati got sick, I called a taxi. They didn't want me to tell you.

- What happened to him? - His chest suddenly tightened.

He could hardly breathe. Fortunately, your girl was there.

- And the doctor? - He just left.

- Well, what's wrong with him? - It's his heart, you know.

I'll get his medicine and come back.

It looks like my heart have one foot in the grave.

It had done so once before.

- And if it does it one more time... - Don't say that.

Forget it.

- Why did you stop shooting? - Because Pinar said you were unwell.

Also, Mr. Sulhi wants me to write another script.

That's why I'm a bit late.

You've become quite the pro, huh?

Open that closet.

Take that typewriter.

What are we going to write? Don't tire yourself now.

I said take that!

No screenwriter without a typewriter.

- It's yours now. - But it's very valuable.

- Come on, go home. - But, sir...

Keep going.

Leave your window open.

I want to fall asleep to the click of the typewriter.

- I know you're going to dump me. - I love you.

I won't dump you even if you kick me out. I'll always be with you.

Come on.

My dear.

Hold me!

Hold me tight!

It's too mundane...

...it could be changed a bit in the editing, right?

Don't worry about it.

Do well at the box office.

My dear!

- What's the matter? - This is not my script.

Oh, Selim!

Selim, my dear!

You!

I told you Lamia, I told you I'd kill you both.

Kill me but don't hurt him; he's just a young boy.

I have already deserved death by searching for happiness and love.

Whore!

No!

Coskun!

- No! It's a bit much! - Coskun, please don't!

Stop the movie! Turn off that machine! Turn on the lights!

You have no right to do this! How does something like that happen?

Stop the movie!

- I'm gonna kick his ass! - I will handle it.

Enough! I'm going to freak out!

Let's talk outside. Please, come on.

- Where are they? - They're in the dubbing studio.

It was you who made me love cinema. Now I hate it!

Coskun, look, you don't know this business.

We have producers, operators, cinematographs, filmmakers...

Which of us as artists can do exactly what we want?

You said you'd always be there for me.

I'm here for you again, believe me.

We'll do much more successful work together, you'll see.

I don't believe you anymore.

It's not the cinema's fault, it's people like you.

- Coskun, you're go too far. - I loved you and trusted you.

You came crashing down around me my world.

He is using you and making money on you; you have become a wooden puppet.

Don't you see that?

Don't you see how corny, how bad this movie is?

- You fucking bastard! - Calm down! Screw it!

He's the one who made me a star.

If I'm still keep up today, it's because of him.

It's far worse than...

Coskun, please shut up, that's enough.

I thought you were fed up with this system and wanted something different...

...but they made a fool of you all.

Coskun, that's enough!

You think I'm pleased?

You destroyed her. Put her body and soul up for sale.

Poor Selime, you sold her out. Tore her to pieces and sold her.

And now you're staring at me without a care.

But one day I will do things that will change your world.

God damn you and your cinema.

Listen to me.

Soon, you won't be able to look at me so relaxed.

He had another heart attack this afternoon, don't say anything to upset him.

It was unfortunate that I fell ill on such a nice day.

- How was the movie? - It was very good.

It was exactly what we thought it would be.

Well, there'll be more, then.

Well, I have nine lives...

...but if anything happens to me...

...I leave all my books to you.

Heaven forbid!

In the closet, I have a few things I've written down.

- Then burn them. - Don't talk like that, please.

And you'll put this photo on the wall of your room.

You'll remember me when you look at it.

I was a bit ungrateful to them.

Did you finally come around?

Melek!

Isn't that Melek?

Can you see her, too?

Are you kidding me?

Come here.

Come and sit next to me.

- If I'd known you loved me so much... - Oh my God!

You're so lively.

Vivacious.

Ebullient.

Just stay with me always from now on. Okay?

If you promise not to forget me for anybody.

I promise.

♪ Happy birthday, Coskun. ♪

- ♪ Happy birthday... ♪ - Stop it! It's a bit much!

Coskun!

He called me an angel. And then...

I told you, I told you I'd kill you both.

Lamia! Lamia, you're not going to die!

The power of love will save you!

I loved you, you were my first love.

My dear!

You think I cheated on you with someone else.

- My dear darling. - Darling.

Promise me you won't get sad.

- Promise you won't forget me. - How could I forget you?

- Promise me! - I promise!

I'll never forget you!

- I promise! - I'm just so happy.

- Even death doesn't scare me anymore. - You are not going to die!

We'll always be happy together.

Kiss me.

Lamia!

No!

Her Name Is Lamia

The Orphans

It was night... A spring night.

The young man was walking through the night with a fatigue...

...that almost bordered on ecstasy.

He was exhausted by the overwhelming questions...

...that swarmed around him.

Questions he couldn't find the answers to and yearned to find it.

The city's lights, streets, people, hum...

...were for him a question mark made of sound and light.

It was an answer made of sound and light.

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