All language subtitles for Another.Self.S03E07.1080p.WEB.h264-EDITH[EZTVx.to]-en

Is my sister going to die, Dad?

Only God knows that, son.

Which god knows that?

Mom's or yours?

Your mom and I
might come from different places

or pray in different languages,

but we believe in one god, Özgür.

We trust in God's love and compassion.

We hope he knows better than us, son.

Güneş!

Güneş! My daughter!

Musa! Musa, hurry!

Sweetheart!

Güneş!

When the time of death comes,

the rituals, the church bells,
the adhans, the Buddhist mantras,

they all sing the same tune.

Because the end of life

is the most common sorrow
that humankind experiences.

Of course, the way we embrace death
varies from culture to culture.

For example, while in Spain and Mexico,

the person known as La Llorona
weeps aloud to mourn,

in Kilimanjaro it's a ritual, for example,
to play music during mourning.

So do you think the way we embrace death

is shaped by the society we live in

or by our nature?

Guys, if you had no ties
to any religion, culture, or tradition,

how would you say farewell
to your loved ones?

How would you embrace death?

For my class, this is the topic for…

ADA - HAPPY THE FUNDING WAS APPROVED.
I HOPE YOU ENJOY AFRICA.

…for your last assignment.

Please deliver it by Friday.

-Sir, don't leave us.
-You could've stayed, sir.

If you do your assignments perfectly,
I promise I'll think about it, guys.

Now leave already.
This was our longest class. Come on!

-Arrivederci then, sir.
-Arrivederci.

ADA - HAPPY THE FUNDING WAS APPROVED.
I HOPE YOU ENJOY AFRICA.

ANOTHER SELF

He didn't answer.

I mean, you told the guy,
"Take care. Godspeed."

What's he supposed to answer with, honey?

I think you should answer yourself.

Do you want the guy or not?

I mean, I took a step toward him.

What did he do? He said,
"I'll be away for a year. Bye, take care."

Do you call what you did
taking a step, sweetie?

Yeah, what else?

When you were married to Selim,

you asked him to wait for you
when you were about to go abroad.

Why don't you want to wait for Özgür?

I'll tell you what, though.

I don't think the real issue
is Özgür going to Africa.

-It's something else.
-What is it, then?

He openly said he didn't want kids.

Do you want kids?

Girls.

I think I want to start a family now.

What?

Let me give you a kiss. Come here.

I'll give you a kiss too. Come here.

-I'll give you one too.
-Sure.

Okay, then. Nema problema, baby.

He has made it very clear
he doesn't want kids anyway.

So he's not the right guy.

The right relationship, the right guy…

Maybe what's right for us
and the reality of life aren't the same.

Well, he's saying he doesn't want kids.

And you do.

Just let it go, for God's sake.

No way! What are you talking about?
Don't let him go.

Look, I see fireworks in your eyes.
Do you realize that?

This sort of thing
doesn't happen easily at our age.

If you're sure about this relationship,
and if you're not married, of course,

don't let him get away.

What are you gonna do with Erdem, Leyloş?

What is there to do?

The tavern burned down.

We have no income.

We borrowed money from my parents,
which will run out soon.

What do I do with Erdem? Throw him out?

What would he eat or drink?

-Where will he go? Where will he sleep?
-What do you care about Erdem?

Are you his parent or something?

-Exactly.
-Let the asshole rot.

He should've thought about it
before cheating.

But if Erdem didn't save me from the fire,

I wouldn't be here right now.

Do you guys realize that?

Excuse me, honey.
What exactly did Erdem save you from?

Oh, my poor Leylo.

Watch.

Here. See who saved you.

-Is this a joke?
-No.

-Did Yorgos save both of us?
-Yeah.

It was Yorgos
who saved us from the flames?

You lied to me once again, Erdem.

Take it, Sevgi.

See? So make up your minds already, okay?

Life is too short.

-I gotta go.
-Where to?

I'm meeting the prosecutor.

I'm going to tell them
how that bastard threatened me.

Sweetcakes. Be careful, all right?

All right. Bye, girls.

I was deceived again.

ELENI'S TAVERN

Hi, lovelies.

As you know, Eleni's Tavern

was the target of a treacherous attack
exactly one month ago.

Look.

Thank God we weren't hurt,

but this is what became
of our beloved Eleni.

The perpetrators were released

without any punishment
due to lack of evidence.

But I still haven't lost hope.

My dears, thank you so much
for everything.

I've been reading your DMs.
Thank you very much for your support.

Take care of yourselves
until we meet again at Eleni's Tavern.

Kisses to you all.

Yorgos.

I can't thank you enough.

I didn't know.

You were the one
who saved us from the fire.

We owe you our lives.

Both Erdem and I.

Thank you so much, Yorgos.

You don't have to thank me.
All that matters… is you're okay.

What's next for you?

I've decided to go back to Crete, Leyla.

But if you ask me to stay…

Can you give me some time?

We sometimes become addicted

to a relationship,
a substance, or an emotion.

Maybe what matters
isn't breaking the addiction.

Maybe it's figuring out
what to do with the remaining void

when we get rid of it.

As I spent more time with Deniz,

I realized some things
began to change within me.

Maybe unconditional love
didn't mean loving someone blindly.

Maybe what we needed
wasn't unconditional love, but acceptance.

Being able to accept the one we love

along with everything they've been through

and the story
that brought them to this day.

I got you something.

-What is this?
-Open it.

Do you like it?

I love it.

Let me put it on.

Come here.

Do you like it?

It's beautiful. Thank you.

Enjoy wearing it.

Maybe the issue wasn't my past, my family,
or what happened to my ancestors anymore.

It was now time to take responsibility
for my own choices.

We're finally together, Halime.

You were sorely missed.
See, everyone's been waiting for you.

Halime! Welcome, honey!

Come here.

Let's tie it so they won't fly away.

Let me introduce you.
This is Grandma Muko, my mother.

And this is Grandpa Rıza, Fiko's father.

Welcome, my beautiful.

Look. This here is our house.

And this is our giant garden.

-You're such a cute kid, praise be!
-So cute.

Are you from Hatay?
Because you look a lot like my grandpa.

No, I… I'm from Adana.
But Hatay and Adana are very close.

Halime, dear, we're preparing
such a lovely room for you.

Halime, for now,
till the probationary period is over,

we will make visits here, okay?

When you feel comfortable,

and they're ready,

you'll be able to stay here permanently.

That is, of course, if you want it. Okay?

Okay. May I give you one kiss, then?

Come here, baby girl.

All right, then!

Guess where we're going. To the pergola.

I've made us food.
We're all hungry, aren't we?

-Come on, let's eat together.
-Go on. You go first.

Please go on.

Is it possible
to embrace the stories we leave behind

no matter how great
our losses in life are?

We sometimes think
what keeps us from starting a relationship

is the wounds inflicted on us
in our previous ones.

But what about the wounds we inflicted?

Is it possible to have real closure
without confronting them?

Toprak, when I terminated the pregnancy
without telling you,

my anger had gotten
the best of my conscience.

Only now can I see
that when I ran into you years later,

I blamed you for your priorities,
and I was harsh and inconsiderate.

Thank you for the beautiful moments
we shared, Toprak.

I'm giving them
a loving place in my heart.

I'm taking my part of the responsibility
for all the hardships.

I'm leaving your part to you.

I'm giving our unborn child
a place in my heart.

Selim, I blamed you for cheating on me,
for not being honest,

but how honest was I with you?

How receptive was I
to your wants and needs?

Only now can I see how manipulative I was

in order to persuade you
into doing what I wanted.

Apparently, tonight is perfect
for making babies.

I heard back from Brussels.

It's down to three candidates.

Maybe you could come with me.

Sure.

It's cold. I'm getting out.
Enjoy yourself.

Selim, we shared
a wonderful part of my life.

With you, I learned how to be a friend.

I learned how to feel safe.

Thank you for everything you gave me.

I'm giving you a place in my heart.

I wish you great happiness.

Good luck in your future.

Diyar.

I was disappointed,
thinking you lied to me.

I used that as an excuse to leave you.

But I was with you even though
I couldn't reciprocate your feelings

because you made me feel good.

Only now can I see
how much I broke your heart.

I hope you're very happy.

I'm giving you a place in my heart.

Thank you for bringing joy,
easiness, and thrill into my life again,

for reminding me
that I can love without any effort.

I wholeheartedly wish you happiness.

We sometimes need a gust of wind

to let go of the heartbreaks,
the old anger,

and the burden we carry.

And sometimes that wind

floats in through a window
we never opened before.

As you can see, I have my baggage as well.

And I'm far from perfect.

I've gone through all my relationships

as the little girl
who was abandoned by her father.

I was always the one to leave
so that I wouldn't be the one being left.

I did the same with Özgür too.

The moment that I sensed he might leave,

that there were things
more important than me in his life…

I wanted to be done with it.

All my life,
I expected for people to fight for me.

To stay with me no matter what.

To choose me each and every time.

But who did I fight for?

Who did I ever truly accept

for who they are?

Me.

You accepted me, Ada.

I think you can accept Özgür too.

If you go about it differently,

the outcome may be different.

Play!

I wanted to see you before you go.

I'm glad you did.

I couldn't bring myself to print them.

I think I was afraid
I wouldn't be able to go if I saw you.

Wasn't it a beautiful day?

It was.

The fact that beautiful things hurt us…

I don't know,
I guess I still can't accept it.

Here.

Özgür.

I apologize.

I didn't give us time.

I acted impulsively.

I'm sorry if I hurt you.

You were right, Ada.

If you don't think
we're facing the same direction,

there's no point
in wasting each other's time.

That's why I couldn't say anything to you.

I need to take this out.

-Is it the same place again?
-Kilimanjaro.

I wonder what the view
will be like this time.

Maybe I'll look at the same view
and see different things, like you did.

Who did you lose
that you're searching so far away, Özgür?

Like, why do you research death rituals?

There are so many questions
I want to ask you.

But I know we don't have the time.

I thought maybe, at least before you go…

Come with me.

My father. Musa. A Sephardic Jew.

He met my mother in college.

The daughter of an imam from Balıkesir.

Of course, both families were against it.

But they were madly in love.

They got married. They were broke.

My dad was ostracized,

and my mom got disowned.

First, my sister was born.

Kader.

Then I was born,
and two years later, Güneş.

Güneş had a hole in her heart.
It was too late when they found out.

They said
she maybe had a couple more years.

And then the inevitable end.

My sister died.

My daughter!

No one from either family called
when my sister died.

As if it was punishment,

the price of betraying the families.

And that was it.

But neither my mom nor my dad
were ever the same after that.

Then my father passed away
when I was in high school.

Maybe it's why I chose anthropology.
I don't know.

I mean, why can't we understand each other

when the pain we feel is so similar?

Why are some beliefs, some traditions

more important
than our conscience, our humanity?

I still haven't found the answer.

I can see
why you wouldn't want kids, Özgür.

I'm so sorry.

Remember how, on the plane,

you said you had a sister
you hadn't met yet?

I guess it triggered something in me.

I lost my sister, yes.

But I wanted…
I don't know, I wanted you to find her.

Thank you, Özgür.

For what you've done,

for all your help,

for being in my life.

Thank you.

You're welcome. I should be thanking you.

Did you have to come
the day I'm leaving, Ada?

What difference does it make?

Go to Africa.

Do what you have to do.

But then come back.

I'll be here.

Are you serious?

Are you sure you want to be with me?

Africa is so far away.
A year is such a long time.

I don't know what's going to happen
today, tomorrow, or a year from now.

But no matter what happens,
I'm ready to face anything with you.

Erdem, what are you doing here?

You're not well yet. You need to rest.

I didn't want to talk at home.
I didn't want the kids to be affected.

I didn't save you from the fire.

Yorgos saved us both.

I know.

Did you make your decision?

Do you choose Yorgos?

That's not how it works.

I apologize.

What happened with that girl,
I mean, Deniz…

It was wrong. I'm sorry.

This isn't about Deniz or anyone else.

We keep this marriage going for the kids.
That's the problem.

Don't you think it's unfair to both of us?

Erdem.

Look. I love you so much.

The kids love you so much.

You're a great father.

You're very selfless.

But we can't keep being husband and wife.

It's not possible.

Will you break up with me?

Please.

But let's do it without upsetting the kids
or hurting each other.

Okay, Erdem?

Just as a birth brings joy
to the whole family,

death is seen as the deceased
being reborn into a new dimension.

That's why we go to the funeral service
with flowers, music,

and gifts that are tokens
of our love toward that person.

Because even though they physically leave,

their love stays with us forever,
and it's worth celebrating and honoring.

Thank you so much
for these great assignments.

-Sir.
-Beliz.

We're going to miss you so much.

-Yes, sir.
-We're going to miss you.

Guys, I'm going to miss you a lot too.

Believe me.

Are you sure you don't want me to come?

It'd be harder at the airport.

You know my tendency to cry
in emotional moments.

I know.

And I admire that tendency.

I need to give you something.

In case you want to expand your clinic
or even turn it into an institute one day,

I looked into some funds for you.

You did this for me?

But even now I have so few patients.

Ada, the place is going to grow a lot.

You'll need a bigger place,
new doctors, new therapists.

You'll have lots of patients.

Trust me, you'll see.

Did you work on this
during the weeks we weren't talking?

The rest is up to you.

I can't believe you.

But I believe in you a lot.

Just go. Or I won't let you.

I wish you wouldn't.

Go.

I love you.

I love you.

Here you go!

Is this my room?

Yes!

Do you like it?

I do. Thank you.

You can rearrange it
however you like later.

We put the toys anywhere for now,

but you can do
whatever you want later, okay?

And… there are

lots of new clothes here!

Would you like to try one on?

You don't like it? How about this one?

I'll make you some coffee.

Baby.

You're safe here.

We're going to do everything we can

to make you feel happy and safe with us.

Now, how about I help you

try on one of those new dresses, huh?

Okay.

Whatever you want.

Whenever you want.

Deal?

Come now. Let's go look.

Maybe we'll find some cookies somewhere.

You know,
the world is a very bad place, Fiko.

That's a thing.

Evil exists. It's real.

It's sad but true.

And I can't do anything about it.

-Can we help you?
-Mrs. Sevgi.

I caught that bastard

trying to lure my youngest
into a corner too.

I'll give a statement.

"We all carry our death within us

like a fruit carries its seed,"
says Rilke.

Humankind,
since the beginning of its existence,

has been trying to answer one question.

"Is there life after death?"

When we die, our bodies cease to exist.

But what about the love we feel
throughout our lives?

Where does it go when we die?
What does it become?

Is there love after death?

SEVGİ SOLMAZ SEYHAN
FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS

Subtitle translation by:
Oktar Bumin Aykutlu