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Yes, dear listeners. Violence in the center of İstanbul.

When famous singer Ü. Ş. Caught his actress girlfriend O. S.

With his author friend Y. A. He caused a bloodshed.

You can find the details in the tabloid news.

My love.

No, I'm home. It ran late. I was exhausted, I dozed off.

How are you?

When are you coming back?

Monday. Why do you ask?

Well, I've missed you.

You have?

I've missed you, too.

Okay.

All right.

Hey, listen.

I love you so much.

So do I.

I love you so much.

Okay.

Kisses.

Oh, it's become so cold.

Right?

What are you writing?

What are you writing?

A love triangle between celebrities that ends up in murder.

What's wrong?

Are you offended somehow?

Haven't we already talked about this so many times?

That's irrelevant. Gosh. You may not talk to him around me.

He called, wasn't I supposed to answer? Wouldn't that be worse?

I'm not telling you to not answer. Go inside and talk.

I thought you were asleep. I'm sorry.

I was sleeping, honey. Thanks to you that was a great wake-up.

Thank you. I appreciate it.

When is he coming?

He's coming on Monday.

I'm happy for you. Since you've missed him.

Stop it.

- Stop. - Please, stop.

Please, stop.

I'm sorry.

I said, I'm sorry.

What more can I do for you to forgive me?

Do you want to make it up to me?

Damn you.

- Jerk! - Don't be naughty.

Don't be naughty.

Surprise!

THE COUNTER

PART 1 THE ENCOUNTER

Bro?

Damn.

He absolutely saw us.

- Maybe he didn't. - Well, he did!

He would've come in if he did. I think he remembered he forgot something.

- So... - I thought he was coming on Monday.

That's what he said on the phone.

Listen, leave and wait upstairs, okay?

- Don't come face to face, okay? - Okay.

Go ahead.

Go.

Sit down.

- No. - What are you doing?

- Come on now. - You don't need that.

Honey, let's...

Bro.

Fuck you for calling me bro! What do you mean, "bro?"

Bro? We're way past that! What do you mean, "bro?"

Son of a bitch.

I'm going to lose it. I am. What did you do? What did you do to me?

- All right, calm down. - Calm...

My mother's rug.

Don't step on my mother's rug.

Okay.

Okay. Look.

Okay.

I'll be calm.

I'll be calm. Calm.

I'll be calm. Okay.

I will. I'll be calm.

Look at this.

I mean...

All right. I'm calm.

I'm calm.

Let's talk about this calmly. Sit down. Sit, I'm calm.

We'll talk.

This...

- Sit. - Okay.

You, too.

Why did you do this?

Why did you do this, man? Why did you both do it?

I'm asking you calmly. Tell me something.

I need to hear something.

What do you deserve? What should I do to you?

I'll do it calmly but what? Tell me. What do you deserve?

Tell me man.

Say something, please.

Tell me something.

Say, "We deserve this." Say "Kill us." You were just calling me "bro."

Why don't you say this? "We deserve it, bro.

We deserve it, bro. Kill us, we deserve it."

Say it! Say something, man!

We deserve it. I deserve it, man. Yes.

I deserve it.

The hell you do!

The hell you do! What do you deserve?

What do you deserve? What should I do to you?

- What's going to happen if I kill you? - Wait.

What?

You won't even make it to the third page news.

We'll be in the tabloid section.

We'll be the talk of morning shows. Our heads...

They will be talking about me the most. I have more followers than you both.

Celebrity...

I'll be a murderer. A murderer.

I'll be a murderer.

I'll go to prison.

Me! Me.

They will make fun of the fuck out of me

whenever I enter the cell, calling me the cuckold singer.

I'll go to hell.

I'll burn.

Man, I'm even fine with that, too, I don't mind burning...

But you? Will you go to heaven after this fuckup?

No! You'll be in hell, too, burning and turning across me.

Well? What the fuck? I still couldn't get rid of you.

What the fuck?

Man, that's if there is a hell. What if there isn't?

What if there isn't?

You'll just be dead,

and I'll suffer in this world.

What do you deserve? What?

What did you do to deserve ruining my life?

I'm your best friend, man.

Plus, this is a fucking cliché.

Go sleep with your uncle's wife and turn that into a TV show. Asshole!

What the fuck is this?

Bro, listen. You know every shit about me.

Have you ever seen me get angry easily?

How could you... Have you ever seen me like this?

Look. If you don't start talking, I, who never even hurt a fly,

will fuck you and fuck the fly. Tell me, man! Why did you do it?

I fell in love.

What?

I fell in love.

Oh, man.

I've been asking you forever. Why didn't you say it?

Why didn't you say you were in love at the beginning?

- I swear, I'm so in love. - Okay.

Okay, man.

Then you deserve it.

If you're in love, you deserve it. If you're in love...

...you can fuck my girlfriend in my house, in my kitchen, on my counter.

Then you can have a shower in my bathroom

and dry your balls with my bathrobe.

Because you're in love, you fucking deserve it!

Asshole, if you were in love why didn't you come and tell me?

Huh? Why didn't you own up to your love? You should've told me.

You can't be both in love and a cuck.

- Okay, please. Look, I... - Me, please.

Please, me. Don't you talk.

When you were peacefully sleeping with your umpteenth boyfriend

this guy and I broke bread with each other, shared our food.

Look. I'm saying great things. Like in your plays.

What was that fucking play you stole from London?

"In Your" something. Say it. "In Your" what?

"Face" man. "In Your Face."

Bastard! You brazen, sulky asshole!

Why didn't you tell me if you were in love?

Why didn't you say it "in my face?"

I swear, we were going to. I was going to tell you.

You should have.

We just couldn't. Couldn't say it.

Why?

You know...

Your mom got sick. We didn't want to upset you anymore than you were.

Hold on. Hold on.

- How long has this been going on? - New. It's very new.

When did it first happen?

When we first had sex?

A month.

A month?

- Three. 3.5.3.5 weeks. - Exactly.

My mom's been sick for three months.

Plus,

you don't think "His mom's sick, let's not fuck"

but you remember that my mom's sick when it comes to being honest?

What are you on?

I mean, just because my mom's sick

you've been sending the woman you're in love with back to me for a month?

Are you a cuck, man?

- What would you have done if my mom died? - You're right.

Just because my mom was sick, would you keep

sending the woman you're in love with back to me for a year?

What the hell is this?

What are you on, man?

All right, we broke our bread with each other, we shared our food.

What's this?

You know what's the worst?

If my concert in Edirne wasn't canceled

because of the landslide in Edirne, I would come here

and once again, you would lie to my face.

You would keep fooling me. Like you did on the phone.

You'd say you missed me. Laugh to my face.

Gosh, what kind of people are you?

Don't you have any conscience?

Even a little bit.

You have no respect for me,

but you have no respect for yourselves, too?

Shame on you.

Shame on you.

Can you let me smoke a cigarette, too?

Go ahead.

Make yourself comfortable like this is your house.

Can you give me if you have an extra?

Man, just once get yourself a pack.

I swear I did. Look.

I'm fresh out. Fresh out.

Well, sure. It's a new relationship.

If you profusely ejaculated...

Here you go.

Lighter.

Man.

Do you want me to put it in your mouth, too? You jerk!

Man, all right, please. Enough.

Enough? Enough? You jerk!

- Bro, please. Enough... - What do you mean, "please?"

Enough, motherfucker! Enough!

Enough already! Enough!

Do what you will, man!

Stab me if you will! Kill me if you will!

Just end my fucking pain, enough!

What do you think, man?

What do you think?

Man!

Do you think that I sleep like a baby,

thinking "I'm just sleeping with my best friend's girlfriend, so what?"

I see your balls in my dream, man!

I feel guilty.

For two months...

2.5... I haven't slept in 3.5 weeks!

It just happens, man.

Fuck, it happens.

Without having any ill intentions.

Man, thinking she's your best friend's girlfriend

one day you just casually hug her,

and you feel a spark.

You say "Oh, boy."

"Oh, no. No!"

"I shouldn't do it."

When you say "I shouldn't do it" that's the end of you.

That thing inside you gradually grows.

It grows, becomes huge.

It squeezes your heart.

I don't know! I don't know where we went wrong!

Maybe we should never hug.

Actually, maybe we shouldn't even shake hands.

I don't know.

But I'm suffering, man!

I'm suffering!

Remember when you slept with Şule

you said, "How am I going to look Mustafa in the face?" didn't you?

Weren't you feeling guilty?

Is it the same thing, man? Is it?

You were my best friend!

Man, that's what I'm trying to tell you. I'm suffering ten times more!

I'm the one who's suffering!

Hold on, hold on.

Did you sleep with Şule?

Stop talking, please!

What do you mean?

You've been yelling for hours. Şule? Did you sleep with Şule?

Hey! You'll make me the guilty one here.

He did!

Man.

That was on purpose. You...

You did it on purpose.

You dropped the Şule bombshell to cover for your mess, to get out of this.

Man, you're evil. Evil!

Evil? I said that to express my suffering.

What are you suffering for, man? I'm dying here!

You've been lecturing us on morality for hours here!

All right. This isn't about Şule.

I said, stay out of it.

Why didn't you tell me?

Why didn't you tell me?

All right, I get it. You're friends.

But for three years, he's been farting next to me

as he turns his ass to me and sleeps naked, not you.

- Who's farting? - You're farting!

Actually, you're playing the sax with your ass!

What? My farting is the whole problem now?

No, your shitting.

He broke bread, blah, blah, blah.

You've been treating him like he drank your last beer in the fridge

and wore your brand-new t-shirt for hours.

What am I here? A nobody?

All right, he didn't mean that.

I said, stay out of it!

What did he mean? What?

You're fucking me, that's what he says.

Then you send me back to him.

Like I'm some kind of takeout food.

You, pseudo-intellectual-looking boor!

- Boor! - All right, calm down.

Calm down?

You... What's it to you?

What did you say?

"I shouldn't have done it."

You're finding solutions on your own. "Maybe we shouldn't hug."

- Is this the right time? - "Maybe we shouldn't touch."

Are you doing all that on your own?

Are you alone in all that?

Really? What am I?

Now is not the time! I didn't mean that!

You'll say what you mean, then. Don't drive me crazy.

But if he says what he means, that'll be harsh.

Do you know what this is called?

I'll say it.

I'm a whore.

I slept with your best friend.

At least I didn't go and sleep with a regular skank.

I slept with your best friend.

Why is this guy your best friend?

Why did I sleep with him?

Because he's a nice guy.

I mean, yeah.

Okay.

You can't trust him with women,

he constantly makes something up and falls in love.

He's a bit of a libertine, a punk...

He's a constant a dick. He often lies.

He's also dishonest.

But this guy has a clean, pure heart.

That's why he's your best friend. You know that.

All right, easy. Thank you.

Thank you?

What do you mean, thank you?

She described a total son of a bitch, then she said "he has a pure heart" at the end.

That's what you thank her for?

Plus, do I have a dirty heart? Huh?

What do you do?

Take from the dirty and give to the clean?

Say it. Do I have a dirty heart?

- No, you don't. - So?

Why, then?

- No reason. - What do you mean, no reason?

You tell me, then. Tell me something.

Is he better in bed?

Please, will we get into a pissing contest?

- Shut up, man. - Stop, please don't.

Stop what?

This.

I want to now. What do you mean, stop?

Say it. I won't get mad, say it.

- Is his thing bigger? - Ugh, don't make this ugly.

I'm making it ugly?

Say it, I'm ready. Is his thing bigger?

No, if I was chasing that I'd have slept with Emrah,

not him!

Did you sleep with Emrah?

- No, don't be ridiculous. - Well?

How do you know about Emrah's?

I heard.

How did you hear it?

I just did.

I'll lose it. How could you hear such a thing?

Did he whisper in your ear?

"Hey, I have 20 centimeters here.

"Will you have it here or have it to go to eat at home?" What did he say?

Stop talking nonsense.

- Well? - When I was talking to the girls

one of them said it.

What's this? Are you talking about that stuff?

Are you exchanging measurements like a carpenter and then split up? What?

Since your brain doesn't develop after you're six

you play Atari. What are we supposed to do? Play with dolls?

Jump rope?

We chat.

You know...

We talk about the world, freedom, art, hair, dye.

We gossip, we roast people.

And then someone

ends up talking about relationships.

You know...

We start talking about love, the performances in bed,

and somehow it leads to that.

Are you happy now? It's that okay? Are you relieved?

I'm not.

You talk about fashion, freedom and end up talking about dicks?

What did they do in those conversations?

Suggested this? Did they say,

"This jerk is one of the measurements you have to try before you die?"

Oh, like you don't talk!

You told your friend that you slept with Şule.

Why did you sleep with Şule?

That's not the same, is it?

Is Şule your best friend?

Şule can't be my best friend!

Don't be ridiculous, just calm down. Please.

I asked you that.

I asked you that.

I said, "Look. I feel something's going on.

Can she be hitting on you?"

You said "Of course not!"

"She's a friendly chick, she treats everybody like this."

What the fuck we'll do if you got a disease from her?

It'll affect all of us. Don't say that. Don't.

That's not true.

It was a one-time thing.

Plus, she only slept with me.

She only slept with you?

- Huh? - Yes. I mean...

She was mad at Mustafa,

just with me... It was a one-time thing.

She just slept with you, did she now?

Okay.

Fuat.

Rıfat.

Hasan.

At your birthday... There was this blond guy, you probably know him.

- Blond Emre. - Emre! Emre.

Şule's team.

Listen, girl.

Mustafa cheated on her or something, so she got mad and wanted revenge.

She used me.

One... It was a one-time thing. That's it.

Because she couldn't find who she was cheated on with,

the bitch didn't know who to sleep with.

But because she's an idiot,

she's looking around to try and find a woman, fool.

What's the poor girl supposed to do?

Well, that poor girl

should check to see if there's a Playstation at Cemil's house.

What's that got to do with it?

Mustafa constantly tells her that he's going to Cemil's to play Playstation.

We were at his birthday.

Cemil doesn't have a Playstation at home.

He doesn't?

Nuh-uh.

So?

Well, I know how they look at each other. Trust me.

Come on now.

That's why

Cemil couldn't help himself and cried as soon as he opened Mustafa's gift.

And they're so cute.

If the go to Netherlands and get married you'll believe.

You've completely lost it.

Whoa, now things are falling into place.

What's falling into place, man?

Nothing, I saw them on holiday in Olympos in winter.

So?

Two guys.

That's possible. Maybe they went there to have a fling.

Who will they fuck in Olympos in winter?

Maybe they don't fuck their best friend's girlfriend in İstanbul.

Bro, please. You're really obsessing over this.

I'm obsessing?

I'll make some coffee, who wants some?

I do.

You?

No.

Have some, you've just arrived. It will unwind you, it will be good.

You look like you need it more.

Drink shit. Okay?

This is outrageous.

Whatever you say, you're right.

Kill us and get over with it, you're right. I have nothing to say.

Shut up. I'm not talking about you two.

I'm talking about Mustafa and Cemil.

Oh, yeah. They panicked when they saw me.

I wondered why they had panicked.

Things fell into place when she told about it.

Fall into place? It's disgusting.

Hey, don't. Don't say that or you'll raise eyebrows. Don't.

- Don't. - Okay.

They're bisexuals. Maybe they fall in love with the soul.

It's their choice, their orientation. You'll respect that.

Man, there isn't an orientation to respect here.

A little from this, a little from that.

They both want to have their cake and eat it. That's a no go.

What are we supposed to do? We have the devil's own job to get a girl.

Moreover, you have best friends hitting on your girlfriend.

Said the anti-LGBT.

Do I always have to support them all?

I love L. I support G. D is okay.

- I'm against B, is that a problem? - It is.

What you have to support is for everybody

to live with equal rights and freedom.

All right. What don't you understand? Bs aren't equal.

They are not equal. A little from... Gosh!

Plus, it's LGBTQ now, if you're going to support them all.

It's LGBTQIAS+ now.

Great. Everybody joined.

They haven't left a letter in the alphabet.

Man, come on. Is that funny?

Am I trying to make you laugh?

What are you going to do? Fuck me, too?

Disgusting.

Now...

Mustafa goes,

he kisses Cemil's balls.

Hey! Ugh! Okay. Stop using curse words. Please. All right. Enough.

What am I supposed to call balls? Ballsies?

There's no such word as "ballsies."

If you have to say it, I don't know, say testicles or something.

Mustafa goes. He kisses Cemil's testicles.

Then he goes and kisses Şule with those lips.

And when I kiss Şule

I'm automatically kissing Cemil's testicles, is that it?

That's such interesting logic.

I mean, don't be ridiculous,

under this logic you kissed each other's balls, too.

Your testicles.

I'm going to the bathroom.

PART 2 THE CONFRONTATION

Look at that. Look what she said to us. It's because of you.

You spoiled her.

You spoiled her.

I'm an artist, you know? I not supposed to be abusive.

She's breaking our balls... Sorry. She's breaking our testicles.

All right. Please, stop it. Kissing balls...

Don't we know each other?

She's angry. She just said it.

Of course.

If you say you see my balls in your dream, of course she says that.

Plus, she didn't correct you when you said "balls" there.

She corrected... She's playing favorites.

Plus, how do you know about my balls?

Don't be ridiculous. How would I know about your balls?

I said that to tell you the level of my pain.

Under that logic, then where did you see Mustafa's?

Where would I see Mustafa's?

I...

When Mustafa kissed Cemil's, then kissed Şule and I kissed her

it feels like I kissed him is what I meant.

It feels like you kissed him. There are some things you can and cannot say

in her presence. You can't say that, can you?

Man, you're the one to blame here. I'm not gonna ask you what I'll say.

And you're yelling me when she's around, get all in the mood.

Yell?

You yelled, you said "Enough."

But you were calling me mean back here, man.

Aren't you? Vile.

How do you know? Are you God? Cruel.

Man, what you did is unacceptable.

Hold on.

If it's with me...

If it's with me...

Yes, it's here.

It's here.

Vile, huh? Okay. All right, man. You're right.

Listen.

Just listen to this.

O, tree. The creator of everything.

If it wasn't for you

there wouldn't be a notebook, nor there would be a book.

I just believe the leaves on your branches.

I spent my life listening to your fights.

Move away from my shoulders now.

I don't believe the good,

nor do I be fooled by the bad.

O, my heart, my mind

cornered between my two shoulders.

Not balls...

Tes... My testicles.

There's a road that you can go straight without looking left and right.

After all, isn't unfaithfulness is a matter of faithfulness?

All right, now. May the tree

help you.

I've just written that, it's new. Here.

Then he put her on the counter. Bang. Bang.

Man, come on. Is that really what you got from this poem?

What would I get from the poem, man?

And you read it with a dramatic voice.

All right, I couldn't express myself. Here, you read it. Take a look.

Why would I read it, man?

It's a shitty poem. Fuck this poem.

But he won. This time, the man who chat up girls with poems won.

Say "May the tree help you."

It's like Fatih Terim's pep-talk.

No, man. It doesn't cut it.

Don't try to bless or glorify having sex.

You love that stuff.

Fall in love, sleep with a girl every night.

Take someone you know. I'd offer you my girl

but you'll probably get bored in a few months.

- Is that funny? - No. You're right.

That's why I'm laughing.

Actually, a few months is too much. I'll start fooling around in a few days.

You know why?

Because as the poem says,

I don't believe anymore.

Remember we went to dinner with Ece a little while ago?

She came with her new boyfriend. They were constantly kissing at the table.

Something happened and I looked under the table. Whoa!

Ece was caressing the leg of the guy across her.

How am I going to trust to my girlfriend I'm kissing at the table?

Forget about them, they're strangers. Me, man. Me.

Ignore that last incident. Ignore it. Was I a bad friend, man? Huh?

I did something like this, man.

How am I going to trust the person I consider my best friend?

Or am I going to trust my girlfriend, my wife

who answers the phone sleepily?

I poisoned myself, man. Myself.

Get me some more heroin! Then don't do it, you jerk!

Don't do it. What? Will you constantly do it and go back to the beginning?

And he says, "As the poem says" for the poem he wrote

Like it's Turgut Uyar's poem.

Jerk.

What am I doing here?

What did I experience?

And I can't leave, either.

Why does stuff like that always happen to me?

Don't be ridiculous. It doesn't just happen to you, does it now?

But it always happens to me.

If I killed someone every time this happened, I'd be a serial killer.

Man, maybe it happens to everybody

but you're the one catching it.

I don't know, you're a bit nosy. I don't know where you're making a mistake.

At some point obviously.

How else could I have chosen the wrong girlfriend and the best friend?

Hey, enough already.

All right, pull yourself together. What's this?

How could you know this?

I couldn't have imagined I could do such a thing. How could you know?

But of course, I can't know about women.

Maybe it happens to you because with women, you're a bit...

- I don't know man. - How am I with women?

No, man. I'm not saying anything about you.

I'm wrong about me, but is it because of the way you're with women...

I mean, why else would it always happen to you?

How am I about women?

Man, I'm not saying anything to you. It's just that with women

you're a bit soft, that's what I'm saying.

- What are you talking about? - Gosh!

Man, you're way too good, that's what I'm saying.

Is it bad to be good?

I mean, if women are the case...

...being good isn't such a good thing.

I mean, they'd deny it, but it's right. Women

like to feel uneasy about the man they're with.

They don't want to go to bed peacefully.

I slept with Şule.

That was a great thing to do. Great, but not just that.

Man, you constantly treat them nicely.

You buy gifts, make gestures.

You get coffee readings, you love gossip.

You know signs, ascendant and descendant.

Man, you talk about Mercury retrograde.

We can't go home when we have a few drinks.

How do you know where Mercury moves, man?

I mean, I don't want to say this, but you have your bodily hair waxed,

You constantly buy clothes.

Shopping... You just don't your period, man.

Watch your words, man.

I'm doing this stuff because of my job.

This is the way music industry works.

Folk singers are hair, pop singers are not.

We're in the public eye.

We have commercials, interviews, social media, this and that.

Man, there's the pot.

What pot?

What's wrong with getting my hair waxed?

I'm not saying you shouldn't, wax them or keep them, that's not the problem.

But you need some...

For example, back there, you had a knife in your hand, you were cursing.

You were so sexy back there.

- Sexy? - Of course, sexy.

That girl sincerely called you a Boor.

Boor!

I mean it, that sounded like...

I mean, okay. Not the knife.

We're not the knife-savvy type.

What would you do with a knife?

All right, you cursed a bit too much.

Not even close.

Not even close?

You said you fucked a fly or you'd fuck it, something happened.

I told you to talk, you didn't.

She didn't talk, either. You drove me mad.

I'd fuck the fly, I'd fuck the lightning bug.

I wasn't going to ask you, right?

Okay, have it your way, but at some point too much swearing makes you uncomfortable.

It's too much curse words.

She told you not to swear as well.

But other than that, your stance,

I mean, you had a good thing there.

Women like this stuff if you don't overdo it and get physical.

All right, maybe when they go camping

they want the guy playing guitar and singing around the fire

to be their boyfriend, all right, but they can't keep themselves

from sleeping with the stallion who chopped the wood to light that fire.

Okay, they want a stable relationship, a babyface boyfriend but...

They want to experience the...

Remember the scene between İbrahim Tatlıses and Hülya Avşar...

where he was kissing her like foaming the soap in the sink?

They even want to experience that bruteness.

That's why they go after the brute ones, the rude ones.

- Like you? - Yeah, like me.

The ruder and more brute I am, the more they get into bed with me.

But you write poems.

You write plays.

You wrote the lyrics to my "Spin."

And that's what makes me gold.

They say, "This guy has that, too.

He's not like the others, he has these characteristics."

Then, with a motherly instinct, they try to tame me.

If I believe them one day and treat them nicely, with respect

then they go and find another brute, some other rude guy.

- That's it. - No, man. No.

That's not it. You know what it is?

This is the way women are.

It's about the women, it has nothing to do with us.

I mean.

For example, you.

Did you do anything to sleep with Şule?

- No. - She got in bed with

such a nice, decent guy like you by hook or by crook, right?

Yes.

That's the way it is, man. The system's changed.

We're not womanizers.

They act that way for us to feel as womanizers,

for our egos to be stroked and for them to start over with a clean slate.

Falling in love with womanizers is a thing of the past.

We go and fall in love with "manizers" now. Things have changed.

No, man. No. These actresses have always been this way.

I can't talk about women in general.

You shouldn't get involved with a woman actor, man.

I didn't want to say anything about that.

But look.

Remember Aynur?

She worked in a bank.

She was such a decent, good girl.

She wanted to be your girlfriend. Huh?

But you didn't want to get involved with her.

Do you want me to tell you why?

Because Aynur was a decent girl.

She was nice.

Because she dressed properly, you couldn't see her ass on the side of her shorts.

She didn't like night life.

She didn't have a lot of former boyfriends.

I mean, maybe she had a good character

but her ass wasn't half as good as your girlfriend's.

We have to you ask you about that.

Gosh, so because she didn't have any characteristics

you could declare to the tabloid press and say "Guys, I'm having sex with her"

instead of that honorable girl, you made this one your girlfriend.

Tell me if I'm wrong.

So I'm dishonorable, is that it, mister?

Man, why do you let me talk?

PART 3 THE RECKONING

What?

What does honor mean?

Huh?

Honor, what does it mean?

That... Oh, you.

Honor, you know...

It's nothing, girl. It's honor, you know?

I don't know, tell me.

Look, I don't have an obsession

with the definition of words like you.

So I can't define it exactly, but it's honor as we know it.

But you can lay down the law on a word which you can't exactly explain

and say who has it and who doesn't.

No, I didn't say that. Girl, you're being ridiculous.

I was just talking about something and I said she was an honorable girl.

- I didn't say anything like that. - That's not how it works.

If you talk about two people

and you compare them as you talk about them

and say one of them has it, then the other doesn't.

I mean, if she has it, then I don't.

You said something, own up to it. They say "my word is my honor."

Please, don't...

Sit still, stop messing around.

Honor is comporting yourself with manner.

Honor is a person's own heart.

All right, you're making a big deal out of it. Gosh.

We were just banging away.

You'll talk smartly, then.

Honor is one of the 100 names of mind.

Be honorable. What's this?

Enough, you're really making a big deal out of it.

Plus, I just meant...

What?

You know, when I said that you couldn't see her ass on the side of her shorts

I felt like saying...

You feel like saying honor, don't you?

Did you put a counter on us or what?

Huh?

You, too.

What about me?

"When you were peacefully sleeping with your umpteenth boyfriend" blah, blah.

Does honor has a counter? Is there a certain number?

Hey, come on now.

Do you think we have that mindset?

Plus, you said it yourself back there.

- What? - You said...

..."I was a whore."

You said "I was a whore" girl.

I did.

What does being a whore have to do with honor?

What do you mean what does it have to do with honor?

So, are whores dishonorable?

Gosh.

What does whore mean?

Yeah. Tell her.

- Say it. - Why would I say it?

I didn't say you were a whore. You said you were a whore.

You tell me, what does whore mean?

I'll tell you.

It's derived from the Farsi saying "Rusapid."

I means "an honorable woman who stands against the rules of society."

So it's whore.

Well...

Just because I acted like a whore I'm dishonorable?

Men put the rules in society,

and when women don't obey them we become whores, is that it?

You called Şule a skank.

I did.

What? You resented that?

No, why would I resent that?

I just said that because of women's rights.

I mean,

when men do something to you, you wreak havoc

but as women, you do worse to yourselves.

I mean, when you get the chance, you undermine each other.

Okay, who do they call "skank" in slang?

You don't know.

How about you?

He's a singer, I get it.

Two chorus and one rhyme cut it for him, you're a writer

but you don't know shit, how about that?

Cut it for who? Who... What chorus? What are you talking about?

Are you the Turkish Language Association now?

Fuck that, man.

In slang, skank is a person who's sly, cunning and deceitful.

Regardless of their sex, people like Şule are called that.

Okay?

Plus, yes.

There is some competition between us women besides football.

You don't have the brains for it.

Plus, what did you just say now?

Did you say you shouldn't get involved with a woman actor?

I don't know if she was shitting or listening to us.

I was exposed to your oral diarrhea.

Just say it, I'm going to tell you something.

Did you say you shouldn't get involved with a woman actor?

I did, yes.

I said, you shouldn't.

That's your job.

You want everybody to like you.

You can't help it, you want everybody's love.

And in the end, you can't make it.

You want as much hearts from life as the number of likes on Instagram.

Stop talking nonsense.

Well,

what did you do when you were offered that movie last year?

- What movie? - The one that was canceled.

What did I do?

You said you were preparing for the movie

and walked around the house naked for six months.

You were eyeing your breasts every time you passed by the mirror.

You were wondering how they would look on a giant screen.

Out of a 90-page script only half a page was a sex scene.

You can't practice for half a page of breasts that much, can you?

But you want that.

You want everybody to see you, like you and love you.

But what happens in the end?

You can't help but cheat with guys like him.

You want it, I said that.

I said, you shouldn't get involved with a woman actor.

If you resent that, I can say "a lady actor."

- Say woman. - Shut up.

I wanted them to see, okay?

I wanted it.

Breasts were banned for years, I wanted to make a revolution.

I wanted to break the ban.

Breasts!

Man, breasts are the only things you look at.

A great movie will get 2.000 views.

The sex scene will get 12 million views on YouTube.

It's just a breast, man!

You sucked it when you were a kid and it's done.

You look at them like drool buckets.

Okay. They turn you on.

You like them.

I get that, too.

But you'll cause a stir over a breast.

Then, just because you don't want people to see your girlfriend's breast

you pray for great movie to be canceled.

Who? I prayed?

Yeah, you prayed.

You sell out your best friend.

You take down empires.

There are those who sell out their best friends but let's not generalize.

Not generalize?

Like you're different.

You occasionally go and watch arthouse films.

Forwarding scenes, just looking at the sex scenes.

You'll see a couple breasts and leave, you jackal.

Come on now, don't be ridiculous.

Ridiculous?

Okay.

You've recently watched one.

Blue Is the Warmest Color.

How was it? Did you watch it from beginning to end?

- I did. - From beginning to end?

Yes.

Okay, what happens in the movie? What's the plot?

Girls making love.

Okay, we get that, we all get that.

They made love for about 10,15 minutes.

Then what happens? What happens at the end?

I left home.

Guys from the studio called, we had a recording sessions.

I had to leave urgently.

I figured you had to leave urgently from the napkin you threw in the trash.

You're one of the 12 million on YouTube.

Nothing else.

I'm looking at my breast! Yeah, I'll look at my breast.

If the breast droops, your rate droops.

You'll be cast as the girl who's mean to the leading girl for half the rate.

The boob will not droop.

Plus, I don't know why, but they don't want wrinkles on our forehead.

It's the rules, everybody will look the same.

Same attitude, same bodies,

same smiles, everything will be the same.

Just like your shitty look-a-like music videos.

Just like your shitty look-a-like literature.

It's the rules. I don't know who made them. I didn't, but that's the way it is.

Don't obey the rules then! Don't! I thought you were a revolutionist.

What, you think you're different?

Are you muscling up to hunt rhinos with spears, Popstar?

No, that's body conditioning.

Well, I haven't seen that "condition."

My mom's sick, man.

Come on. We know your past.

You're worse than woman actors.

You take a lot of things in your mouth and you don't know what they are.

Protein powder my ass.

You defecate a kilo of protein powder every day. You're fucked up.

Shitty music videos.

The shirt's unbuttoned down here.

"I've prepared 8-packs for you in this music video. Enjoy"

You smear those untalented pop singers in conservatory.

You play instruments for hours.

They you graduate, only to become just like those pop singers.

Look who's talking.

- What? - Look at her.

Why did you have your upper lip done?

I just told you. What didn't you understand?

Why wasn't that upper lift enough for you?

Poor upper lift. Why wasn't that enough for you?

You're the one who dis TV shows when you're studying drama.

But you bend over backwards to be cast in one before you graduate.

This audition, that audition.

And when you land a role in one

you go on social media and say, "Hello, dear audience.

We're on Dick TV tonight. Do not miss us."

What happened? What?

I thought people didn't go to concerts, movies or theater.

What happened? You invite people to your 13-hour-long TV shows.

To fucking make them sleep!

I'd invite people to what? What?

Should we invite people to your shitty municipal concerts?

- Invite them to what? - Don't go there.

All our taxes go to your municipal concerts.

You don't take an orchestra with you. Just a DJ. That's just great, huh?

We're having ill-gotten food in this household.

We're having ill-gotten food in this household, man.

I pay taxes with the money I earn from those concerts

and I pay the rate for the TV show you're in on TRT with those taxes!

What are you doing?

You've completely lost it.

Okay.

Okay, we get it, bad things happened. Our nerves are shot.

With all the sex and stuff.

Okay, but this isn't the matter at hand.

Art is for artists, man.

Everybody does something for money. Period.

Shut up.

You were a TV critic with a fake name.

- Okay, I did it for money, too. - Don't!

Don't.

Sell bagels, lead an honest life.

When it's convenient for you

you're a writer with schizophrenia who believes the character he writes

and next, you're a TV critic

Fiction and truth combined.

Write a sex scene, cast yourself as the leading man.

That's just great.

Write a sex scene, cast myself as the leading man?

Who! What's he talking about?

Am I that kind of a person?

Impertinent.

What?

Tactless.

- Come on. - Woman actors.

Gosh.

Why don't we have a cleaning lady?

Gosh, what's the relevance now?

I asked you a question, answer me. Why don't we have a cleaning lady?

I don't know. We had Fatma coming. Doesn't she come anymore?

You haven't even noticed whether she comes or not, have you?

Fatma was coming.

Because we are woman actors.

We don't cut it, you know?

Recently, I trusted Fatma with the flat and left for the set.

It was the day Kıvanç got sick, we turned around.

I arrived at home.

Fatma was in the living room.

Her boyfriend with her.

They just had sex obviously.

Because the guy had your bathrobe on him.

And Fatma isn't an actor, how about that, huh?

What do you want from my bathrobe?

Give me that.

Man, you're my brother. I'm not disgusted by you.

How should I know a strange man used it? Why didn't you tell me?

Look, you haven't had any coffee since you came. I'm pouring you some coffee.

There's a beer in the fridge, get me a beer.

There's no beer.

There's one at the bottom.

There was, but I...

...drank that. I'm pouring you some coffee. Coffee it is.

Guys. I'm sorry, but I mean...

Let's say I made the biggest mistake.

Still, we're all wrong.

Actually, I'm sorry, but you made the bigger mistake.

Just because Beyoğlu came to an end

you got into a mindset of having a partner, getting married and having kids.

Just a few years ago everybody was fucking each other and that was great.

Celebrities were getting caught by the tabloids every night.

They're trying to impose a life on you even Fatma failed.

And you accept it.

We're all wrong.

I'm telling you, we're all wrong.

I'm pouring you some coffee.

PART 4 THE BLESSINGS

Here's your coffee.

Well, tell us what we'll do.

Well, we'll break up.

All right, I get that. We'll break up,

but what will we do about the tabloids?

We'll write up something and post it on social media and that's that.

Okay. Okay.

Tell me then.

What should we write?

I don't know, we'll write whatever you want.

I should write it?

Okay.

My TV star lover...

My girlfriend

and my popular...

My unpopular writer friend

cheated on me,

so we ended our relationship. We'll see you next time.

Write it! Please, write that.

You write it and I'll share it. Do it.

If I had a dirty heart,

if I wanted to hurt you, I swear, I'd write it.

I told you that you didn't have a dirty heart.

That's irrelevant.

But it may be relevant to this.

Maybe you don't want to write it

because you don't want your "teenage girl sensation" image to be tarnished.

No, it may be relevant to this.

Maybe you don't want to write it

because you don't want your innocent, girl-next-door TV image to be tarnished.

- I... - My friends.

Please, don't start again.

You don't have a friend here.

You wore my brand new t-shirt.

You write it, he should write it.

Write what?

A statement. Write our breakup statement.

- I don't know anything about that. - You know everything. Know that, too.

You can do it.

Gosh. Come on now, what do I know about that?

Just say...

"We've decided

to end to our relationship

that's been going on for a while now with absolute love and respect.

"I wish him/her health, best of luck and happiness forever."

Say that and be done with it courteously.

That's good. That works.

That works, but we have to add something at the end.

I'll say, you'll figure it out.

Something like "We appreciate you being mindful to our decision"

"during these hard times and thank you very much" or something.

- Shall I put this out? - Okay.

I don't know if that's necessary.

It is. Of course it's necessary.

People somehow saw you eat, drink and do shit together.

They were a part of this relationship.

When you break up, they feel like they're breaking up.

And we want them to be mindful of our decision.

If you want to add something, it's your call

but I don't think you need to.

Nobody's private life should be a concern to other people. Okay?

- That's it. - Shut up, she's right.

Let's write

"Our private life is none of your business" while we're at it. Huh?

Let's say, "We opened the doors of our dens to you

"but you pushed the doors of our bedrooms, dear audience." Huh?

Let's say, "We wanted to open the doors that lead into our heads

but you pushed the zipper, too, dear audience."

Shall we? Let's say...

"Dear audience, dear viewers.

You couldn't get enough of gossiping about your friend, neighbor and acquaintances,

we only have these poor celebrities left, and they've been hit everywhere but here."

Shall we say that?

I think you should, because you've bottled up so much.

I have.

I have bottled up a bit.

We have to explain.

We have to explain everything, man.

Anyway, I'm off. They'll understand once we delete the pictures.

Will you delete them all?

I'll keep those the three of us are together.

Something to remember me by.

Wow.

I'm like those untalented pop singers.

How do you know about my conservatory years?

I've never turned my nose up at jobs. I considered all of them my occupation.

You have to make a living, keep the pot boiling.

- The pot. - What?

The pot.

What'll we do?

I'll talk to my manager inside.

I should call my manager, too.

- What am I waiting for? - What's that?

What are they talking about? What pot?

What's this? This coffee's disgusting.

O, my heart, my mind, my testicles cornered between my two shoulders.

O, my heart, my mind, my eyes cornered between my two shoulders...

And my testicles.

Maybe you won't like my words which are majestical.

You won't maybe like my words which are majestical.

But still,

there's a road that you can go straight without looking left and right.

After all, isn't unfaithfulness is a matter of faithfulness?

All right, now. May the tree help you.

I can't leave.

What's this? What are you doing?

Setting the scene for sex?

- Sex? - I'm totally swamped here. Shut that up!

Gosh.

I'll lose it.

I'll lose it.

My manager says absolutely not.

There's a huge compensation. They didn't even ask why we broke up.

Same here. They said we must've lost our minds.

What are we going to do?

What exactly is this about?

Tell him.

We have a pot collaboration. We share pictures and stuff.

- Yeah, you do. - There's one final thing.

And we're not supposed to delete the previous ones for six months.

Or we'll have to pay a big compensation.

Those pictures have to stay.

What are we going to do?

All right, I'll pay it. It's not a big deal.

Pay what?

The compensation. I'll pay it. All right.

And I'll let you do that?

Şule can pay half. Maybe then you'll let me.

No, this jerk should pay it. He must've spooned the pot.

Gosh. I'm not a self-help writer, am I?

I write plays, dabble in literature.

Don't write then.

A dozen people watch your plays.

Write a bad comedy and earn some money.

- Let's take the picture. - Okay.

- Exactly. I was going to say that. - Post it.

- Yes, come on. - Let's post it. Give me that.

- What? - We'll post this one, okay?

Give the pot.

We won't delete the other pictures for six months.

We'll announce our breakup a week later. Come on.

Come here. The kitchen should be behind us.

- Yes. - Clean up, man. Hurry.

- Why am I cleaning up? - You messed it, you clean up, asshole. Go.

- Take this. - Gosh. Guys.

- Come on, man. - No, I can't make myself look good.

I'll just go and put some makeup.

No. Don't go.

You look much better without it.

Yes.

Come on, man. Come over here.

Gosh.

Yes. Are we standing?

Yes. No. Let's sit. It should be comfortable. Naturel.

- The pot? - Here you go.

- We'll hold it in the middle. - Okay.

I'll cover myself like this, because this is shabby.

Hold on, I'll take this off. Let's not waste the protein powder.

Like this?

Yes.

- Hold this. - Here we go.

You're blocking it. It doesn't work.

You shouldn't block it too much. Isn't the pot the product?

You're way too over here. I think you should shift a bit over...

Come on, man. Take it already. This isn't a magazine cover.

All right, man. You asked me to take it, I'm taking it. Gosh.

All right. Three, two.

She's smiling. Will you smile?

If you aren't going to smile, I'm not going to, either. That'll look weird.

I can't smile. I don't have nice memories here.

I'll get it.

Give it to me.

Yes?

Good evening. Is 34 SK 69 your plate number?

There's a note saying it belongs to Apartment 10.

Yes, man. It's mine.

Can you please move the car?

All right, man. Sorry. I'll be right there.

Guys, I'm sorry.

I'll move the car and be right back.

Idiot, he parked the car outside the bakery.

He blocked the whole neighborhood.

- How do you know about the car? - Why did you cheat on me?

I mean, it's something between my body and his body.

Just like it's something between your body and Şule's body.

I don't know why it's called cheating.

I'm not talking about that.

You said you were sleeping on the phone.

I was. I really was sleeping. I dozed off.

I wish you didn't.

Well, I did.

You did.

You said you loved me.

- You missed me. - I love you.

And I missed you.

You always tell me that you love me and miss me.

- When did you sleep with Şule? - We would get married.

- Then we'd divorce. - We would, wouldn't we?

We wouldn't?

Everybody divorces.

Because they get married.

Kids.

Would we want them?

Would the kid want us?

It wouldn't do better than us, would it?

That's right. There are mean people. It shouldn't be a brat.

Let it be.

Let it be. It's just a kid.

There are bratty grown-ups.

That's right.

What would happen to the kid when you went away for a concert?

I'd leave it with you, aren't you the mother?

But you'd accept a TV show out of town.

In Cappadocia or somewhere.

They'd cast me as a mom.

Well, you know, everybody does it. We'd hire a nanny.

The worst-case scenario would be for it to speak English with a Filipino accent.

As long as it speaks, the accent doesn't matter.

If the kid was beautiful, we'd post it on YouTube. Kids bring good money.

We'd never do that.

We can't even manage to do this pot advertisement.

I mean...

It'd be easier if we weren't who we are.

As soon as we finished high school

we'd find an eight-to-six job.

That's nine-to-five, you idiot.

Man, how would I know?

We'd watch TV all night.

We'd raise the kid. The kid would grow up.

It'd work an eight... A nine-to-five job.

It'd watch TV all night, too.

Maybe it wouldn't take after us.

It'd be more adventurous.

I don't know.

Maybe it'd take their sweetheart to the Maldives on the second week.

The Maldives were great, right?

Very.

I'd be more hurt if we were like that.

I mean,

if we were like those people, simple, normal people.

I don't know.

If we went through this being that

shared our souls, bodies with other people

it'd be more hurtful.

Are you hurt?

I am.

You'd write songs over it now.

I would.

Are you hurt?

I am. Of course, I am.

I mean...

I would've never wanted to hurt you.

- Who would you want to hurt? - Nobody.

Maybe my father.

Your father?

Yeah, my father.

I told you about my first love.

Faruk, the one you had an abortion.

Faruk.

Remember I recently went to my hometown?

I went up the hills.

It has a lovely view.

The whole city is under your feet.

Except it's fucked up right now.

They put high-rise like buildings in the center of the city.

As I was looking at that view

I said, "Oh."

"I get it."

That's the way the world is here.

I mean, you know,

I felt like I was looking at a display window in Amsterdam

which is full of vibrators.

Many vibrators lined up side by side.

I thought about you.

My ex-boyfriends.

That bastard Faruk.

Faruk used to come after class in high school.

In order to avoid being seen by my father, we'd walk on opposite sidewalks.

He'd walk me to a block near my home.

One weekend, he grabbed his father's car.

He said, "Shall we go up on the hills?"

I knew from the smile on his lips. Faruk wanted to kiss me.

I mean,

I had never kissed anybody so far.

I was curious.

But only about kissing.

We went up the hills.

We were sitting in the car. None of us were talking.

Then as Faruk turned around and opened his mouth to say something to me

I unintentionally went for his lips. Like a reflex.

After a while, he put his hand in my bra.

He squeezed my heart.

A fire started between my legs.

Right then I thought about my dad.

And a bit about my mother.

"If the fire extends to my face

"how am I going to look my parents in the eye?" I thought.

In horror, I pushed Faruk's hand on my heart, in my bra.

I cowered on the side of the car and I said "Take me home."

He started the car.

I never turned my head, I was looking out the window.

But I was feeling it at the same time.

He was being angry with the car as we passing over bumps.

Then as soon as we entered the center he slightly hit a taxi behind.

A minor accident.

I mean, we slightly rear-bumped it.

That's when I first turned to the windshield.

Somehow the first thing that I noticed was the taxi's plate.

My father's taxi.

My father opened the door, got out.

He came and gazed at the bumper.

Then he turned to Faruk and "Be careful, man."

And shortly after, he locked his eyes on his daughter.

He looked and looked and looked.

He ignored me.

Just like that.

He put back the bumper,

got into his taxi and left.

When he came home that night he beat the bejabbers out of me.

You probably haven't had a traffic accident like that in your life.

And my mom was standing aside,

doing nothing but watching.

My father sent me to my grandmother's later on.

He banned me to go out a whole summer.

I mean my face was smashed in, I wasn't in good shape to go out anyhow.

I had a phone that I used to play Snake on, he took that, too.

So one day

I called Faruk from the payphone at the grocery store downstairs.

I said, "Be right under my window exactly at midnight."

I made sure my grandmother was asleep.

I signaled Faruk from the window and sneaked him into my room.

I put newspapers on the ground.

(TURG)

I opened my legs and gave my virginity to him.

I made love to him up until the morning prayer.

But I didn't let him kiss me on the lips thinking that my father would beat me.

I bled a lot that night.

A lot.

You should've seen the newspaper.

The prime minister, representatives, coaches, soccer players,

...columnists, all those grown men were covered in red.

They were all bloody.

My body was like getting the slaps,

the punches my father delivered out of my system.

It was like my mother was watching me again.

We kept having sex for a few more weeks.

My father became a grandfather.

His grandchild left this world.

So my father couldn't protect his daughter or his grandchild.

I smiled for a moment.

Since then, I love cheating on my father.

Wow.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

I'm sorry.

We've been together for so long,

this is the first time you're telling me this.

So,

if your father didn't beat you up

wouldn't you have slept with that guy?

I would.

Out of my spite for that bastard Faruk.

Out of my spite for you who slept with Şule.

I would just because I wanted to, to do what I want to do,

just because I feel like doing so.

Why did you sleep with Şule? Why did you cheat on me?

Do you have a story?

I do.

I'm a man.

A simple man.

I'd better go.

We'll talk for all the stuff.

Where are you going? This house belongs to you.

This house doesn't belong to anybody anymore.

Shall we take that one as well? Let's just get it over with.

How will we do it?

We'll take a selfie, your favorite.

Oh, okay.

Come on.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

I just...

- The pot... - Okay.

- Okay? - Okay.

- Yes. I'll send it to you, too. - All right.

Can you turn on AirDrop?

When will we share it?

Let's just do it.

You think so? Okay.

Hold on, wait. Just check...

Let's check the social media.

If there's something bad going on they shouldn't see us smiling.

They shouldn't see us smiling.

I don't see anything.

Did you share the...

The landslide?

Because then they'll say you posted this and didn't post about that.

- I did before I came here. - Okay.

Then...

A caption...

"Boiling up with Pişiray."

Boiling up.

I'm posting.

Do it, I've already done it.

What?

Huh? Nothing.

We look good.

Look, somebody just commented.

She says, "You two are lovely, don't ever break up, okay?"

Look.

Somebody wrote me this.

What?

"I'll be your pot, hold me."

Hey, look. I love these.

You...

You...

"Even doing collaborations look good on you."

Look, although we've just posted it there's a thousand likes already.

A thousand?

Let me see.

They say, "You may be the most beautiful lovers in the world."

Hold on, do you want me to do...

Hold on, let me do it.

I'll do it, hold on.

Hold on!

Stop, let me do it, hold on.

Stop, what are you doing?

I've bought freshly-bakes, warm börek.

My hair!

I'm sorry.

Did they fuck your mother in a tent, you asshole?

I didn't want to disturb you, so...

I'm very sorry.

Don't put it on there!

Don't you see? Everybody has sex here.

All right, man. I'm sorry. I mean it.

Don't touch it!

No.

Please.

I'll be the first one to leave this apartment.

PART 5 THE GOODBYE

All right, bye.

Hold on, did you get me a gift?

Huh?

No.

You came in with this in your hand. And you yelled "Surprise."

I was the surprise.

Who did you buy the gift for? For Şule?

No. There's this asshole whose birthday is in two days, I bought it for him.

Who's that?

How many assholes do we have here?

Am I the asshole you're referring to?

Did you get that for me, man?

Oh, gosh!

Man, you're such a great person.

I guess I don't have that much of a dirty heart after all.

Open it.

No. He should wait for two days.

I have to go now. You'll open it after I leave.

Let me open it.

Come on. Obviously, we won't be talking to each other anymore.

Let me open it, what's the harm?

Go ahead, open.

He's such an interesting guy.

Is that too tight?

There's something...

- Hold on. - Right here...

Stop, hold on.

- It's so tight. - All right, leave it to me.

What happened?

I can't leave, for fuck's sake.

- What's wrong with you? Are you okay? - Blood makes me sick.

Hold this.

This is just like your plays.

"In Your Face."

Man...

You've finally made me hold cologne and napkins for you.

You dripped on the rug!

This is my mother's rug!

I'm sorry.

What's this?

What?

What?

Did you ejaculate on the rug?

Of course not. We always have sex in there.

Don't we?

- Man! - Stop. No, what are you doing?

Could it be Fatma's boyfriend who ejaculated? We...

Do you think we came here?

Gosh.

Are you okay? Do you want to be alone?

No, I...

I'm leaving. I think you should stay alone in this apartment for a bit.

What's that supposed to mean?

Stay alone in the apartment for a bit.

Because you were cheated on here.

What does that mean?

I mean, he...

He knew your car was by the bakery.

Because he didn't come here through the airport route.

He didn't put a story all day.

Maybe he didn't even go to the concert.

Plus, there was a landslide. What concert? What play?

He came here from Şule, got his rug, saved the pot contract

and now he fucking went back to Şule.

It's hard to break up with a woman.

Especially, if there's another woman.

That's why he called you over for even small, minor things.

He sent you.

What was going to happen?

We'd have sex,

and he'd happily fucking go to his Şule.

Yeah.

He came,

he cheated on his friend and left.

What are you talking about?

He can't think about all those things.

You...

Lots of things happen in the music scene.

If only you knew.

Even the best writer can't write it.

Are you sure, girl?

I mean...

I'm not.

But I'll feel better thinking like this.

I'll cry for a few weeks,

I'll question myself, you know?

Then I'll do lots of shopping.

I'll have my hair dyed when the TV show ends. That'll feel good.

I'll be fine, you know?

I'll be fine.

What about us?

Who?

Us. You and me.

You'll find yourself an honorable woman.

You're such a lunatic. I swear, you're obsessive.

I didn't mean that and you know it.

All right.

You'll find someone you mean, then.

Okay?

It's the truth, you're right.

We poisoned ourselves.

We won't work, we'll kill ourselves so fast.

Take care of yourself.

What am I going to do here now?

I don't know.

I mean, write something. You feel good when you do.

But close the door when you leave.

That bastard.

Gosh.

No. Call the cops! Cops...

Call the cops...

Call the cops!

Where's Fatma?

- Fatma's not here. - Where's she?

Man, I was on tour. I swear, I don't know.

Who does, then? Who does?

Let go! The hell with you...

Let it go! Let go!

Come here. Stop.

Come here!

Get over there!

You motherfucker.

Did you sleep with her? Huh?

- Did you sleep with her? - No.

Did you sleep with Fatma?

Did you sleep with her? Fuck.

Fuck you motherfucker!

You son of a bitch.

Did you sleep with her?

Did you sleep with her!

What did you want from us?

What did you want?

God...

God.

God.

God.

God, help me.

God.

God, show me a way.

Fuck.

Man...

Man, please don't.

This woman...

Isn't that her?

That famous actress?

You...

You...

And you're that...

That singer.

That famous singer.

Man, please. Please, I'm begging you.

Please, I'm begging you, don't do it.

We used to listen to that song of yours with Fatma a lot.

"Spin."

Go ahead and sing it.

Huh?

Sing the song "Spin" for us once.

Okay, man.

If I'm having a fit It's because your arms lack the grip

If I'm up and leaving

It's because our romance isn't kindling

Then spin

Burn and spin

Put it out, this fire should wear thin

Kiss me once, one final breath and kill

Kill

Flash! Flash! Flash!

Major! Major! Major!

He riddled his girlfriend with bullets.

He smashed his best friends head with a pot.

Finally, he shot himself in the head and committed suicide.

The love triangle between celebrities that ended up in murder.