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ENVY
FROM THE NOVEL BY NAHID SIRRI ÖRIK.

ZONGULDAK, TURKEY. EARLY 1930s.

I'd like to welcome
the esteemed people...

of Zonguldak and
our foreign guests.

It's my great honour to be here...

tonight on this most important
day for our and nation.

I don't want to interrupt
the Independence Day festivities...

so I'll just share a message
from our great leader...

the Honourable Mustafa Kemal.

And invite you...

to sing our national anthem.

The City of Zonguldak
is as precious for us...

as the wealth that lies in its mines.

Happy Independence Day
to all of you!

President Mustafa Kemal.

We're deprived of that here, my dear.

If it weren't for those who come here
for the coal mines and foreigners...

we'd all be desolate.

You have a point.

I remember Julius Caesar's words
her ladyship Nuriye often quotes.

Tonight's ball would have never
attracted this much interest in İstanbul.

Tell me what Julius Caesar said.

"I'd prefer being the leader in a village
to being the second-in-command in Rome."

This isn't a quip from Julius Caesar...

but Mrs. Nuriye's own invention.

She attributed it to
him after she'd found

out that Julius Caesar
was the King of Rome.

Neither her ladyship
nor Mr. Hayrettin is around.

I wonder if they'll come.
I'm sure they will because...

everyone in Zonguldak knows
they've been preparing for tonight.

Maybe they won't.

I don't think they'd miss this.
I'll be sad if they do.

The ball will be so dull without them.

I wonder what's so interesting about
Mrs. Nuriye and her pot-belly husband?

Mrs. Nuriye and her son Mr Nüshet
arrived from İstanbul yesterday.

Why would this lady and gentleman
make this ball much more interesting?

What qualities do they possess?

Mrs. Nuriye is the
wife of Mr. Hayrettin...

the richest man in town.

She's an old, ugly and
arrogant woman...

but her gowns and
jewellery catch the eye.

I think I've heard about them.

Why does someone else's money
concern us so much?

Alright then, let's move on to her son.

I've never heard of him.

- Very strange.
- Why?

Because when one comes
to Zonguldak...

the only thing worth knowing about is
Mrs. Nuriye's son, Mr. Nüshet.

You've been here for two months
and haven't even heard his name.

That's the strangest thing.

So many are crazy about him.

When he's here he receives letters
from İstanbul asking him to come back.

He's a most handsome young man.

Only in his twenties and
already a womanizer.

He's quite spoiled by his parents.

And a big spender, too.

He can have any woman
with a blink of his eye.

This is most unbecoming of you.

You're talking about
a man your son's age.

Please excuse me.
I've neglected my sister-in-law.

I'd like to invite her...

but her demeanour
makes me uncomfortable.

As of this moment, the ball's prestige
has increased 100%.

Gorgeous, isn't it?

What? The diamonds?

The diamonds are gorgeous, too...

but I was talking about the son.

Isn't he like a doll?

Please excuse me.

Dear Mükerrem,
where are you going?

I'll just sit with my sister-in-law
for a while.

- OK.
- I'll be there.

Who are they?

Who?

The dressy woman and her son
who looks like a French movie star.

- If he's not her gigolo, of course.
- Mrs. Nuriye and her son.

The family of Mr. Hayrettin,
the richest mine owner in town.

Why did you ask?

The ball's become much more
interesting since they've arrived.

I've just wondered who they are.

Halit disappeared again
as if we didn't come together.

He's chatting with the
French engineers over there.

I guess he's polishing his French.

I'm bored. We got stuck here.

Don't worry about me.
Please go and chat with your friends.

- Why would you call them "friends?"
- Dearest Mükerrem...

Mr. Nüshet insisted on
being introduced to you...

and I couldn't refuse.
I hope you'll allow me.

Mr. Nüshet... Mrs. Mükerrem.

How do you do? May I have
the pleasure of this dance?

It's OK, Memet. The gas levels
are normal.

Thank you, Mr. Engineer.
Come on, friends. Let's go!

There's a film screening
at Mr. Hayrettin's

company theatre
tomorrow evening.

They've sent us an invitation.

Why would they do that?
I'm surprised.

Why? It's just an invitation.

We've been in Zonguldak
for three months now...

People have just started
to realize that we're here.

Whatever. Be ready tomorrow
evening if you want to go.

If you prefer not to go,
that's fine, too.

What are we having for dessert?

The cook's baking "kadayıf."
I'll go and check.

No rush.
I don't want it right now.

I'll check anyway.

Very good.

- Please don't rush to serve it.
- Let it cool first. - OK.

Dursun, how are you?

- I'm well and praying for your health.
- Enjoy your meal.

Seniha... Mrs. Seniha...

What is it, dear Mükerrem?

Come for God's sake.

I'm not done yet.

Your work's never done.

For God's sake, come now
or I'll die of boredom.

Give me another minute
and I'll be right there.

Alright, but be quick.
I have a very nice surprise for you.

OK, I'm coming.

Look, Musahipzade Celal's
new play opened in İstanbul.

I'm sure the audience
kept bursting into laughter.

Don't be sad, dear.
Remember the invitation to the movie?

It's not the Academy,
but you should still be grateful.

They also present
violin and flute concerts.

They can take their concert and...

I'd prefer the street
musicians in İstanbul.

Why do you exclude
yourself from the invitation?

Don't tell me you're not coming!

I can't stand another invitation from
that "nouveau riche," vulgar woman.

I went to her tea party last week
just because you insisted.

How can I go by myself?
You can't do that to me.

What kind of talk is that?

Don't you count your husband,
Mr. Halit, as a person?

Please, sister. Just tell me
if you're coming or not.

The woman is vulgar and the people
around her are meaningless.

And that spoiled boy...

I don't understand how you can
put up with their chatter.

We're going there
just to watch a movie.

Let's see if the rain stops.

Have you made me come
upstairs just to say that?

Not at all. Didn't I tell you I had
a surprise for you?

Halit had this brought
from İstanbul just for us.

We can have it made
in the same style.

Won't it be wonderful?

A red dress in exactly
the same style?

I have no intention of being
the laughing stock of this town.

Why would you think that?

I bet this colour would suit you more.

- Halit thinks so, too.
- Don't be childish, Mükerrem.

I bet my brother picked that colour
to make a fool of me.

I'm leaving now.
I still have stuff to do.

I hope it'll be worth our while.

Welcome.

How are you?

Hello.

We stopped hoping
that you'd come, my beauty.

Why are you so late?

Once it starts this god damn rain
in Zonguldak never stops.

You're right, my beauty.
We almost cancelled the program.

Thank God,
Mr. Hayrettin didn't panic...

and we didn't miss the
opportunity of seeing you again.

There's no need
for this much anxiety...

Don't forget even the worst weather
can't stop life continuing.

Ande where have you been?
Why haven't you called on me?

You've been on my mind.

Everyone wants to meet you.
They're so curious about you.

Ladies, look at this beauty.
Isn't she just as I said?

She's really gorgeous!

Take off your coat or
you'll catch a cold.

Do you like this woman, too?

- Is Mrs Mükerrem home?
- Yes, come in.

Just for a little while.
It's ice-cold out here.

We couldn't come and check on you,
dear kalfa. I hope you feel better now.

Thank God, I've been up
for three days.

You shouldn't be out in this weather.
Come, sit here and get warm.

One feels colder in a heated room.

Welcome.

I'm so preoccupied that
I haven't asked how you are.

I'm well, thank God.

Let the kalfa prepare
a warm drink for you.

Please don't bother.
I'm in a hurry.

Her ladyship has sent her regards.

She hasn't been feeling well,
that's why she couldn't come herself.

She's asking you to visit her
for a very important matter.

Do you know what it is?

I really don't know.

She said she'd be happy
if you could come right now...

to discuss
a very important matter.

We should go,
shouldn't we, sister?

Please excuse me, dear Mükerrem.
I have so much to do.

You said yourself that we should go out
today, suddenly you have work to do?

Well, you didn't have
a companion then.

Now that kalfa Ruyidil's here,
you don't need me.

Someone from the mansion
can accompany you on your way back.

That's easy to arrange for.

Of course we won't send a
young woman by herself.

Then let me put something on.

Let's go, kalfa.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye. Be careful. Don't fall.

I'll take a cane.

- Stay in good health.
- Goodbye.

What's her ladyship's problem?

She showed me some French
furniture catalogues.

What a tactless and
impertinent woman.

Why would she invite anyone
in this weather for a catalogue?

Mükerrem, is something wrong?
You look so pale.

It's nothing, sister.

This way, please.

This way.

Please come in.
I'll inform her ladyship.

Mükerrem!

Mükerrem...

Dearest Mükerrem...

Please get up.

Are you ill, dear?

It's nothing, sister.
I feel a little poorly.

Halit is about to arrive.
If he sees you like this he'll worry.

And we still need to get ready.

- I'll be right there.
- OK, dear.

You know the way as
well as I do my dear.

If it's not too much trouble,
go ahead on your own.

They'll be upstairs.

Nüshet?

What?

- What kind of talk is that?
- How am I supposed to talk?

I don't want you to talk like this.

You don't seem to approve of anything.

What were you going to say?

I'll tell you if you turn around.

Are you waiting for me
to monkey around?

What will I do if you get
tired of me and cheat on me?

Where did that come from?

I don't know. I'm so afraid.

I keep obsessing about it.
Answer me. Would you do that to me?

This kind of talk makes me mad.

You entered this relationship
purely on a whim...

and for pleasure.
I want to throw you out.

You're hurting my pride.
You can't treat me like a whore.

And you can't treat me
as if I'm your husband.

I bet you don't talk
to your husband like this.

"What will I do if
you get tired of me,

Mr. Halit?" I bet you
can't say that to him.

I'm sick and tired of feeling
as if we were married.

There are things
I'm sick of too Nüshet!

I'm sick and tired of your
spoiled, conceited attitude.

I can't stand your abasing
this relationship more and more.

In three months I've sunk
into a prostitute's bed.

I hear about your philandering
with that whore the other night...

and that French musician's daughter.
I'm sick of...

hearing about this stuff everyday
and wondering who you're with.

Enough with your fits of passion.
Get out of here!

The things I put up with for this
relationship... The risks I take...

- And you stand there complaining.
- You don't put up with anything.

I'm the one who's risked everything,
even death and came to you.

Do you know how hard it is to
put up with the servants sniggers?

My heart jumps every time
I enter my own home.

I'm always afraid that my husband
will catch me!

If you had these thoughts...

why have you been manipulating
me with sweet words? You liar!

- We know who really lies to you.
- Who lies to me?

You're talking like this because
of your mother's lies.

You can't call my mother a liar.

Your mother's in love with you.
She doesn't want to share you with anyone.

The issue is this simple.
And this argument is pointless.

Get out of here right now!

I don't want to see
you in this house again.

Leave it on the table, kalfa.

Oh, I thought it was
kalfa bringing tea.

I've been looking for this.
I wonder how it fell there.

What is it, young lady?

Sister, can you come upstairs
for a little while? We need to talk.

Of course.

Sister, I'm going to tell
you something and ask your advice.

I need your guidance.
I will listen to your every word...

and do whatever you say.

Aren't you going
to ask what it is?

Don't tell me anything.

You know I love you very much.
And I will share your fate.

However, it's not my place to find out
what will lead you to that fate.

You shouldn't act on
the words of others...

but on your own reasoning
even if it's wrong.

What if I'm in no state to reason?

If you gather your strength,
if you force yourself, you can.

Are you telling me to do as I please?

I can't say that as I don't know
what you want to do.

But I can say that
someone doesn't use

their own reasoning,
other people do it for them.

Then she'll have no right to complain.
Take me as an example.

How?

My weakness and unwantedness...
Where should I start?

Dear sister.
What are you saying?

It's so unfair for a person as strong as
you to debase themselves like this.

Unwantedness may manifest
itself like this my dear.

But this will not change the truth inside.

This probability increases for a person
as dried up and ugly as myself.

I beg you, sister.
Please stop talking like this.

Halit opened up an office in Istanbul
after he returned from Europe.

My parents, who had been stripped of
their rank and power by the Republic...

died one after the other.

Halit's business kept him busy.

So, I lived in the apartment
in Şişli mostly by myself.

One day a young man
who looked like...

a casual labourer knocked on the door.
He was shabbily dressed and reeked badly.

He did odd jobs for the office building
where Halit worked.

He came to pick up the luggage
I'd packed for Halit's business trip.

That day I surrendered my virginity
and honour to him without any hesitation.

When the time came for him to leave,
he went to a corner and waited.

When I asked him why he was waiting,
he shamelessly asked for two liras.

He was one of those fallen men whose pride
had been taken away from him by poverty.

I took out four liras
and gave it to him. He left, delighted.

We met again a month later
when I went to Halit's office.

He was having tea.

Disregarding the people around him
I asked him if he'd marry me.

He said I looked like a nice woman
and he'd marry me.

It took me a couple of months
to gather my courage to tell Halit.

One day I heard that
he'd been called to military service.

I've never heard from him again.

Someone in the office
implied that the labourer...

was drafted after Halit
had alerted the military authorities.

Apparently Halit knew
and was busy plotting...

while I was trying to tell him.

Haven't you ever asked
Halit about it?

Have you ever seen me ask
Halit a question in all these years?

But what he did was so cruel.

Don't talk like that
about your husband.

As for cruelty,
maybe he's cruel.

But before saying that one has
to name me right: A person who...

with her own hands, gave someone else
a proxy to her own future.

- How's the table coming along, kalfa?
- It's being set, Mrs. Seniha.

- How about the food, kalfa Şerife?
- It's ready, Mrs. Mükerrem.

The lamb kebab will simmer
while the soup's served.

And the cheese noodles
are almost done.

I'm glad. Mr. Halit's especially
nervous before mine duty.

- Don't worry. Everything's perfect.
- Very well.

- Well done.
- Thank you.

The woman will surely
eat the food she cooks.

But I find it disturbing that this
strange man eats here everyday...

then waits for tea or coffee.

I don't understand what's so
disturbing about two poor people.

There's no need
for talking back.

And there's no need for you
to get involved.

- What are we having for dessert?
- Rice pudding.

You're very nervous tonight.

Has something happened
between the two of you?

With whom?

With Seniha, of course.

Not at all.
What can happen between us?

Don't spoil her in my absence.

Why would she get spoiled?

One never knows. Do as I say.

- Is the luggage ready?
- Yes.

You haven't forgotten
anything, have you?

No, I haven't.

Did you put two pairs
of wool socks?

I've packed three pairs,
just in case.

Very well.

Have a nice trip, brother.

Dear kalfa, I'm going to bed.

Will you please bring
the syrup to my room?

Right away, Mrs. Mükerrem.

- Good night, dear sister.
- Good night, Mrs. Mükerrem.

- Good night, Mrs. Seniha.
- Good night.

I didn't ask how you are, Dursun.

I'm well Mrs. Seniha and
praying for your health.

- Do you need anything?
- Thank you, my lady.

Well, good night then.

Crime and Punishment.

They've arrived.

- Any problems?
- No, my lady.

- Very well then. Go to bed.
- OK.

- Don't leave anything around.
- OK.

- How are you, Şerife?
- I'm well, Mrs. Seniha.

- Ruyidil kalfa's waiting for you.
- Where's Mrs. Mükerrem?

Out to tea.

Welcome, kalfa.
Please sit and be comfortable.

I won't stay, Mrs. Seniha.

Mrs. Nuriye would like to
speak with you urgently.

What about?

She'd like to talk
with you personally.

She also said it would be best
if Mrs. Mükerrem didn't know about this.

- Won't you take one?
- Thank you. I don't smoke.

- Then please have some candy.
- No, thank you.

Mr. Hayrettin had these
brought over by the French engineers.

The bowl's genuine
Bohemian crystal...

and the candy was made
in Switzerland.

I'm really curious about
why I was called here.

Do you have something
to ask of me?

The current situation
has been bothering me.

I think we should put
an end to this business.

I don't understand.

It would have been
better if we understood each other.

But since you've asked,
I'll be more direct.

I'd like the relationship between
my son and Mükerrem to end.

It's really started to take a toll
on my son's health and education.

Besides, he's about to be betrothed.

I don't have any information
on anything between them.

Even if we assume there's
something, how can I be of any help?

Show Mükerrem the right way.

They were together at
Captain Mahmut's house in Kapuz.

They've been meeting at night time.

Then you're sure.

Doesn't this woman have a family,
a guardian, a husband?

How can she have the audacity
to stay with a man all night?

It's as if she's married both
to my son and Mr. Halit.

I'm not Mrs. Mükerrem's
mother or father.

As you've implied on several occasions,
I'm nothing more than...

an unwanted guest in that house.

My manners wouldn't allow me
to make such implications.

Even if you're indeed an unwanted guest,
you're your brother's guest.

Therefore, it's your
duty to protect his honour.

What if my brother knows everything,
but prefers to pretend otherwise?

Maybe that's the case.

If Mrs. Mükerrem doesn't
leave my son alone for another week...

I'll directly talk with Mr. Halit.

If he says he'll accept
whatever his wife does...

I'll have to think of something else.

At least I won't feel guilty any more.

Mrs Nuriye...

Anger may have made you forget that
we're not in my house, but yours.

I wish you'd allow me to leave first.

I've seen your type
before, but I've never seen anyone...

as shameless as you
and your whore of a sister-in-law.

Come in.

Brother, I'd like to talk with you.

I've hesitated for a long time
about telling you.

It's very important.

Go on.

Mükerrem visits a
house in Kapuz on the nights...

when you're not home
and returns at daybreak.

Who does she meet there?

I don't know for sure...

but I guess it's Mr. Hayrettin's son,
Mr. Nüshet.

When did you find out?

Quite a while ago.

Why haven't you told me before?

I didn't want to say anything
before I was certain.

I'll move to my office,
but tell her I'll be staying in the mine.

You'll inform me the first night.

Dear sister,
why don't you join us?

I have things to do.

- What's Halit doing?
- He's busy.

Please come when you're done.

Come on, dear kalfa.

Did you have some cake?

Be careful.

Why are you sleeping here?

My room's cold.
I didn't want to waste coal.

Put something on,
we're going out.

How can two women go out
at this hour of the night?

What would people say?

What a thought! You're old, I'm ugly.
There's nothing to fear.

Good evening, Mr. Halit.

She left about an hour ago.

Go home.

You're going to Kapuz,
aren't you?

- They said it was Captain Mahmut's house.
- I know.

Mükerrem?

Shall I help you change?

Mükerrem, is something wrong?
You're making me anxious.

Please leave me alone.
I just want to sleep.

Call me if you need anything.

Could you turn off the light?

Since when has

I swear on the Holy Book that
I don't know, my dear Lady!

I do as Mrs. Mükerrem tells me.

Just like I do what you
and Mr. Halit tell me.

I swear I'm not guilty of anything.

Nobody's saying you're guilty.

But it's not going to end here.

The guilty and the innocent
will account for their actions.

You'll listen
to me carefully from now on...

and do exactly as I say.

OK. I'll only do as you say.

Now stop crying.

Halit's late.

Bring me a glass of water.

- Where's Mükerrem?
- She's asleep.

Ask her to come here.

- What did you do? Did you go to Kapuz?
- Call her.

Welcome, Mr. Halit.

You've honoured us
with your presence.

Although our lady guests
aren't gorgeous...

they're still the better
specimens of the crop.

One of them is waitress Emel,
Master Şaban's daughter.

She makes men lose their minds.

The other one is
Mademoiselle Bianca...

an esteemed violinist
who plays in the movie theatre.

Now isn't this an extremely
modern and cubic introduction?

Please have a seat here,
Mr. Halit.

I want to see the house,
Mr. Nüshet.

You'll pick a room to be with Bianca.

I don't have time for jokes.
I'll see the house.

I don't like being
talked to in this manner.

Go with him, Faik.

Show him the whole house.

This way, Mr. Halit.

What's the result, Mr. Halit?

Have you found a treasure?

My apologies.

Goodbye, dear Sir.

Be careful.

Am I supposed to be afraid of you?

- Nüshet, let it go.
- Shut up!

What if I don't, Mr. Halit?

Will you complain to my father?

You'll regret it.

If you're going to talk big,
you should listen to me.

Yes, your wife was here.
We were going to have an orgy.

But her ladyship's honour
and pride got in the way...

and she left for sweet home
just before you...

Mr. Halit...
Please open the door.

Give yourself up.

Wait here. You, come with me.

- How are you, brother?
- Fine.

I've brought you a mattress,
clean sheets and clothes.

There will be daily food deliveries for you.
Do you need anything else?

I don't need anything.

I wish I hadn't said anything.
But how could I have imagined this?

I was so anxious and worried
all night that I couldn't...

Find Hüseyin Hikmet, the attorney,
and ask him to come here.

OK.

Go immediately.

Mükerrem's upstairs.
She'd like to see you.

She begged me,
but I didn't dare.

May the devil see her face.

Go now. Find Mr. Hüseyin Hikmet.

I'll leave as soon as
the District Attorney's finished with us.

Let's clarify one point.

You're Mr. Halit's sister,
aren't you?

Yes, I am.

Very well.

When and how did you find out
that Mrs. Mükerrem...

had been meeting
with the victim in Kapuz?

I had no knowledge of such a thing.

I still don't believe that Mrs. Mükerrem
is a sinful, adulterous woman.

I'm afraid my brother committed murder
because of a terrible misunderstanding.

How could this be, madam?

It was you who informed your brother
that Mrs. Mükerrem...

had been meeting
with the victim in Kapuz.

That's your brother's statement.

I've never informed
my brother of such a thing.

How could I have informed him when
I didn't know about her trips to Kapuz?

Your brother claims that
you personally told him.

And you jointly decided
to pretend he'd be...

staying in the mine when
he'd actually be in his office.

On the night of the murder, you took
the maid with you and went to the...

office to inform him as soon as
Mrs. Mükerrem left for Kapuz.

Is that what my brother says?

I spoke with him two hours ago.
That's his statement.

In that case,
let's pretend I haven't said anything.

That's not possible. The law requires
that you tell everything you know.

It's a murder case
we're dealing with here.

Although Mr. Halit doesn't deny that...

we still have to conduct
a fair investigation.

Why did your brother stay in his office?
It wasn't his turn for mine duty.

- He'd quarrelled with his wife.
- What was the reason?

My brother was very
jealous of Mrs. Mükerrem.

Was Mr. Nüshet the reason
for his jealousy?

Mr. Nüshet and others.

As you'll soon see,
Mrs. Mükerrem is a rare beauty.

Any man she'd marry
would have similar feelings.

Were you personally
suspicious of a relationship

between Mrs. Mükerrem
and Mr. Nüshet?

I can't say I never was.

However, I didn't witness
anything to confirm my suspicions.

Now let's determine
something with certainty.

Did you go to the company office
on the night of the murder or did you not?

- Yes, I did.
- Why did you go there?

Mrs. Mükerrem was very upset
and sad because of the quarrel.

She was crying.

I couldn't bear
seeing her like that

I went to the office to
take my brother home.

Did you go by yourself?

You said a minute ago that
I'd gone there with the maid.

- Did you tell the maid anything?
- No.

I will, of course,
ask that question to her.

So, you went to convince
your brother to return home.

Yes. He agreed to return...

and we left the office together.

And then?

He suddenly parted from us.
He said he had a headache...

needed some fresh air,
and would return in half an hour.

We later found out
that he went to Kapuz.

They're asking for you.

Don't be afraid.
Just tell the truth.

Pray for me Mrs. Seniha.

I hope everything will turn out well.

I hope so, too, Şerife.

- You pray for me, too, Naime.
- I will, Şerife.

Dursun...

I'd like you to accept this.

It's not a large sum, but it'll
help you get by for a while.

Won't you please accept it?

God bless you, Mrs. Seniha.

You, too, Şerife.

Good luck.

I don't understand
why you did this.

Did what?

You gave them a big tip when your own
financial situation is bad.

She'd have worked six more months
for that money.

Mind your own business, kalfa.
Yes, I let the cook go.

If you start now,
dinner will barely be on time.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Seniha.

Why is the kalfa apologizing?

It's nothing.

What should we do, sister?

What is it that
we should do together?

We'll be waiting for the verdict.

We know he won't be acquitted.

Even if he's acquitted,
he'd never agree to live with us.

Do you blame him for that?

He has every right to hate me.

Knowing that he wouldn't
live with you...

either, I was going to recommend
moving to İstanbul.

I wouldn't want to live
with him, either.

However, this is between
my brother and I.

As for our situation...

I can't ever accept living with a woman
whose affair resulted in a trial.

I hear that Zonguldak's lowlifes...

as well as its wealthy men of power
have been getting ready for you.

You can imagine the rest.

They're not worth a dog's bark.

But if you're this conservative on the
matters of honour, I'd like to ask you...

why you ignored everything
until the night you snitched on me.

You certainly knew
about my affair with Nüshet.

I never ignored anything.

And not only that,
you also made it easier for me.

Did you ever advise me
to protect your brother's honour?

Were you going to listen?

You were in awe of that man.

You were crazy with desire.

How many times did I try
to confess to you?

Maybe. But you picked
the wrong person to confess.

Then you consciously ignored
the situation.

And I don't see any sign of regret
on your face.

Indeed. I haven't stooped to
your level yet, so I don't pretend.

I may have done evil and caused
the destruction of my brother and others.

I wouldn't deny it for the heaviest price
or the most unfortunate fate.

You should ask that sinister question
of yourself before you'd put it to me.

And see if you can answer it.

You can't be this ruthless, sister.

Can't you see how
regretful I am?

I see that the woman with a dead lover
and imprisoned husband...

is determined to do whatever it takes
to save herself.

Your mood is that of a sick person
who's just recovered...

from a bad illness
and in love with herself.

Aren't you glad that you got rid of
two enemies in one moment?

One of them had made you suffer and
the other one had been bossing you around.

Tell me if what I'm saying isn't true.

I'm not saying that,
but I can't say it's true, either.

I'm shocked and frightened.

Finding out that human beings could be
so dark scared me.

There was nothing I could do
when nobody showed me the right way.

And there were schemes
to entrap me.

However, I accept your accusations.

All the sins I've committed,
are my responsibility.

But please tell me
and help me understand.

How could a person do something

which could lead to the
destruction of her own brother...

a woman who's been like a sister to her
and even herself?

I've known you for years.

I've never seen you harm
a single person.

And I've never heard anyone
say that you did.

So, I keep wondering about
the hatred in your eyes.

For God's sake, sister!
What have I done to you?

What could you have done to me?

If you're asking that
question to yourself...

you shouldn't have wrecked your home
for a spoiled brat.

♪ Birds. Fly away to my home town.

♪ Purple hyacinths must be blooming
on its mountains now.

♪ A cool brook in the
bosom of its forests...

♪ And a yellow rose among the thorns.

♪ Fly, fly away. No faithfulness here.

♪ Fly, fly away. No faithfulness here.

♪ No streams, no such climate,

♪ And no echoes of my screams.

♪ There was a yellow rose
in the ashes of the fire. ♪

Dearest brother...

seven and a half years have passed
since that ominous day.

Although I've constantly
thought about it...

it's only now that I can bring myself
to write this letter.

You've refused my requests
to see and help you.

I'd like to let
bygones be bygones...

and support you after your release.

I also want you to know that I've
terminated all contact with Mükerrem...

just before the trial and
never heard from her again.

I was left in Zonguldak
by myself and without a penny.

I applied for a position
as a substitute teacher.

It took a lot of time...

Two years later...

I was sent to Trabzon
where I've lived for five years.

Throughout these years I've regularly
received information...

from your attorney about your fate.

I was so upset
when I heard about your illness.

Your refusal to allow me...

to stand by you caused
a lot of pain on my part.

You'll be released in two weeks.

I'm asking for your permission
to come to Zonguldak and meet you.

I'm hoping that this meeting
will happen after all these years.

I hope you'll give me the opportunity...

to put at your disposal
what I've saved.

So that we can be together
without needing help from others.

However, if you'll insist on
not seeing me...

and refuse my sincere wishes...

I still would like to help you...

by buying your share
of the mansion in Erenköy.

If you'd like to
consider this alternative

kindly inform me of your
offer and conditions...

through your attorney
to whom I'll be writing.

Your sister, Seniha.

- Do you need anything else?
- Is there a restaurant nearby?

- Order something for me.
- What do you want?

- Anything clean will do.
- Yes, madam.

- He's being released today, isn't he?
- Yes.

Have you discussed the issues
I wrote to you about?

Yes, madam. I've explained
the matter to him in detail.

How does he feel about it?

He agreed to meet with you. I think
he'll also agree to selling his share.

Did he or did he not?

He claims that the mansion is
3,000 liras...

and his share should bring 1,500.

1,500 liras? He must have lost
his mind in jail.

Why don't you give me your clear
and detailed instructions...

so that I can let him know.

Dear sir...

the mansion and its properties
haven't been maintained at all.

I still would like to offer him
100 liras.

I'll also pay for the closing expenses.

If you can convince him,
I'll also pay you 100 liras.

Madam, please.

He's not ill, is he?

He had a prolonged illness
three years ago.

He's well and healthy now.

Will you bring him here
upon his release?

I think this is the most convenient place.

I wonder if I should
go to the prison earlier?

What if he takes a boat to İstanbul
as soon as he's out?

May I ask what
you're suspecting?

What time should I be here?

About 5pm. The release
procedures are lengthy.

Mr. Halit, please come in.

I'm glad it's over, brother.

May the devil see your face, too!

Madam.

Madam, are you alright?

I left my job in the
night club in İzmir...

Nobody can understand my boss.

I used to stand in line with all the other
girls to sign a time-sheet.

That means you were highly valued.

One day I was half an hour late. I had
a valid excuse but was considered absent.

I got so angry that I broke...

my three-month contract
and left for İstanbul.

Which club did this psycho boss of yours
own in İzmir?

Moulin Rouge...

and two other clubs in İstanbul
called Maison Rouge...

and La Pomme Rouge.

You should take the
blame for the incident.

Why?

It must have been obvious
that the man was nuts.

What can you expect from a man
so obsessed with rouge?

You'd be right if he were a man.

But she was a madam
from a French father.

Envy kept growing in me during
the ridiculous years of my life.

Eventually, it became
my whole existence.

It's flames engulfed
and dominated me.

I knew it would remain there till death.

I might have found peace...

if my brother had died before me...

as I couldn't be jealous of a dead man.

ENVY