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ALL ABOUT MUSTAFA

And now let's cruise back to the 60s for a little romance...

With the track 'Will you still love me tomorrow'.

Hi, Ceren!

Mustafa!

Mustafa! Mustafaaa!

Come back!

Look, it's not too late. Mustafa, you've signed your life away!

Timur, beat it! That's really out of order! -I want to die!

Mustafa! Mustafaa! This is the end! From now on it's only women!

Jerk, it'll be too late for anything by the time this tape gets watched.

Oh God! It's too late!

-Timur! Timuur! Shut up, will you?. Shut up! -Mustafa, look.

-Ceren, we love you! -Ceren, I caught the bouquet!

Excuse me. Excuse me.

Mukadder Hanim, can I ask you to say a few words as the groom's mother?.

They say mothers prepare the way but can't determine the hereafter.

There you go. I hope God gives them the best possible life together.

Look, you've done your filming. Now leave us in peace.

And it's over to you to speak for the bride's side.

We wish them both a happy life and a long, loving marriage like ours.

Wow, look at that! I'm so goddamn good-looking!

-But my love, you're always the same. -I could eat you up.

Ooph, they all say the same thing here. Hey Dad, hit the fast-forward button.

Start from when I was born. Those are the exciting bits anyway.

He learns all those lines from the sitcoms.

No more sitcoms for you. It's documentaries from now on.

Learn a bit about life, about the world. At your age, l.

When I was your age, there was only one channel.

I'd wait two hours to watch a documentary.

You probably mean the radio, Dad.

TV wasn't around in your time. You'd have had me explain the jokes.

-Dad. -Yes?. Go on.

Gran says you've broken out of your eggshell.

But that you don't like your shell. What does she mean?.

And the phone rings right on cue to spare me a difficult moment.

Don't worry about Gran, Kerem. She talks like that sometimes.

-Do they always light up, Dad?. -Look! They light up and go off.

Well, look at you two. I was at least expecting one corpse.

-Who was it?. -Ayla.

She asked when we'd go to Bauhaus. Her summerhouse needs painting, too.

Ah, I completely forgot. So we'll need a painter and all that?.

-Don't worry, I'll take care of it. -My love.

Come on, honey. Time for bed.

You have that meeting tomorrow, too. You still have your ax to grind.

Look, we're getting more and more like a sitcom family.

You go and er.

Come on, Kerem. You should have been in bed hours ago.

Didn't you hear?. The guy said they live in the forest.

There aren't any fireflies here. Come on now.

Dad, let's move somewhere where there are fireflies.

The more I chase the faster you flee. Is that you, my firefly?.

The more I chase the faster you flee. Is that you, my firefly?.

-You remember that?. -Oh God, Guzin and Baha. I hate songs like that.

-I suppose you were listening to Bach even before you were born. -Exactly!

-OK, honey. Good night. -Good night.

Drunk with young desire My first love, my first passion.

Just let me show you what young love is all about.

Not there. Those go round the back. To the studio.

I have a client meeting at 3.00. Any change of plan and I'll call you.

I want to believe in people not paper.

Arthouse has always believed in people. Gentlemen.

Other advertising agencies have faith in their products, the market.

I mean, I think I've always been right to believe in people.

And I think I've progressed in the right direction.

The right direction with the right guys.

I have the image of this country's vile little civil servants.

The sad idiots who mess with numbers in order to pocket a few pennies.

Like mice gnawing at paper.

Little rodents.

Gentlemen, I'll ask you one last time: where is the money?.

But you didn't look at the attached error margins. -I did.

-You didn't. -I did.

But I don't believe them. They're a pack of lies. That's why.

I've never lied to anyone. Besides, believing them or not is your problem.

Good luck in your new job. The meeting's over.

Calm down. You're still young.

Arthouse is neither the beginning nor the end of the road for you.

-Kenan, I didn't lie. Besides, you read the reports, too. -I know. I know.

Everyone here knew that.

Sometimes the gods need a sacrifice. So they can keep being gods.

-I'm thirsty. -Don't tell me you shot the broccoli.

-I'm sweating. -Aynur, you've gone blank again. Taner tell you?.

-Mustafa Bey, I'm dealing with it. -I'm thirsty.

Don't you talk to each other?. Just look at the way you work.

The client gave up on the broccoli at the last minute.

I want complete silence. A run-through for the lights.

Don't forget you're upset. Go ahead.

But honey, we cut the holiday short and raced home.

Just because our credit card limit was used up. I can't believe it!

But we can't discount this holiday. Next summer, I promise.

Some things you can never discount. That's why life is so short.

-Who are you?. Why are you here?. -Excuse me.

To make your dreams come true. Those dreams you just put off.

The Titanium Card. It'll make your dreams come true.

Unlimited credit. No charges. The Titanium Card.

Yes, my love?.

-Can you talk?. -Yes. Go on.

-How did that meeting go?. -Same as always.

What the hell are you doing?. It's my right of way!

-For God's sake. -What's going on?.

Nothing. I was talking to the truck.

I'm going to fetch Kerem from his swimming class.

What shall we do this evening?. I did cook something.

-But we can eat out if you like. -Maybe. I don't know.

We'll see. I'll call you. I have a pile of work to get through.

OK. We'll talk later.

Kerem?

My Mum's really late. Can I call her on your cell phone?.

Sure. Tell me her number. You know it off by heart, right?.

Well done you.

0-5-3-3.

-It's ringing but she's not answering. -Why isn't she answering?.

She didn't hear if she's somewhere noisy.

What shall we do?. How about calling your Dad?.

No, he'll be busy. Let's call my Gran.

OK. You know her number?.

Well done you.

Yes, that's me.

No. There must be some mistake. I just spoke to her.

What's the matter, Gran?.

Feeling a bit better?.

My colleagues will need to talk to you about a few things.

The deceased's personal belongings and the inquiry.

How did it happen?. I don't get it. What truck?.

How can a car drive under a truck in the center of town?.

Sounds like your cell phone's ringing.

They weren't in town. They were coming back from Kilyos.

What?. Kilyos?. How do you mean?.

They were coming back?.

My condolences.

You know the other guy in the car?.

His life isn't at risk, but he's in a bad way.

We assumed you were a relative.

Who is he?.

Fikret Kocaoglu. A 28 year-old. We're waiting for him to come round.

I guess by tomorrow he'll be in a condition to talk.

-I don't know him. -OK, sir. Just let him come round. Let's go now.

Who are you?.

Who the hell are you?.!

Wake up!!

Look out! What are you doing?.

Sir, get a grip on yourself.

Get off me! Leave me alone!! Get off!

Clear out of here. What the hell are you doing?.

You still don't get it?. It's your wife's lover. Her friend.

He has a photo of her in his wallet. What's so hard to grasp about that?.

OK, sir.

Get up, sir. Come on now.

Fikret! Fikret! Son! Fikret!

-Is he dead?. Tell me if he's dead. -Wait, dear. Wait.

-Are there no doctors?. -It's nothing. Listen to me. Listen!

Oh God. What's wrong with you people today?.

Fikret is fine.

Are there no doctors?. My child. Tell me if he's dead.

Who are you?.

Who are you?.

Who are you?.

Why are you messing with my life?.

My God, this is a nightmare. A complete nightmare.

Want a smoke?.

-I don't. -OK, OK. Don't lose it.

My God.

When will Dad be back, Gran?.

He'll be back soon enough, dear. I expect he's busy now.

He'll be dealing with the er.

Kerem, come here. I want to ask you something.

Will you come over to us tonight?. You can play with Mert.

There's the playstation. Huh?.

Kerem, we got the Grand Roadrider yesterday. You'll come, won't you?.

I'll come and fetch Kerem tonight. The kids will distract him. OK?.

-I don't know, er. -Jale.

Jale. If only his father was back. He's not answering the phone.

I'd say he's dealing with the corpse but would it take this long?.

No one can stop us. After all, your Mum's dead.

Idiot! Shut up!

In the name of God, the Compassionate, the Merciful.

Dad's back!

Ah! Then why we didn't hear the car?.

-Dad, what are you doing?. -Running.

Dad, Mum's dead.

-Son?. -Mum!

Oh look, we have guests.

Jale, Nilgun and their children: Mert, Oya, Can.

-Who are you?. -Murat

And Murat. Is that all?.

Mustafa, you're tired.

You don't know what you're saying. Go to bed now.

Mustafa, we're really sorry.

If it's OK with you, Kerem will stay with us tonight.

The kids will distract him.

Come on, honey.

Get yourselves together, kids. We're leaving now.

Come on, kids. Don't bring pajamas. You can borrow Mert's.

Come on, kids. Run, run, run.

Give me a kiss, Kerem. Thanks, kids. OK, see you in the morning.

You know Jale?. When she was younger, she was in love with me.

You think she's upset about Ceren dying?.

How could you say that, Mustafa?.

The girl came to offer her condolences. Shame on you!

You still can't help talking like a village woman, Mukadder Hanim.

But you're right. We're a family in mourning now, right?.

When I was small, families in mourning had loads of visitors. Right, Mum?.

Now look. How many people are there here?.

Families in mourning were given food. We haven't been given any, have we?.

There is food, son. I'll get you some. Ceren made a fabulous stew.

I don't want any.

As you like. If I say 'As you like,' we won't fight. Or so they say.

You know what they're singing, Mum?.

'Have mercy, Lord. Have mercy on my tears.'

Everyone lies to me, Mum. You know?.

Look, those are the sculptures Ceren made.

They're looking at us. See?.

So self-righteous. So fake.

Liars.!

Liars.!

Go on, you lie to me. Say she'll be back next week. Go on!

Enough!

My wife was cheating on me, Mum.

The imam says he can't wait any longer. What shall we do?.

-Can't you try his cell phone again?. -I keep trying. He's not there.

Then the funeral should go ahead. He's obviously not coming.

Ah, son! Ah, Mustafa!

Here, take these. Bring them back when you're finished downstairs. OK?.

If there's no rush, I'll pop out and get the boy some underwear.

OK, there's no hurry.

-Will I see you when I get back?. -Yes. I'm around.

Hey, strong boy! Fix me a tea!

-So we had you reeling this week. -Oh, come on.

Thank the rain. The pitch was slow. If only I hadn't done my leg in.

So it rained on you guys, but we stayed dry. Don't kid me.

You got that down right?. Let me see. OK.

Remember: where he lives, what he eats and drinks. I want to know everything.

You want me to write all that down in a notebook?.

A notebook, a book, wherever.

Look, the most important thing is when he gets discharged.

Don't frighten him off. Keep your head down.

OK. Don't worry. I'll pretend to make friends with him.

-I'll find out everything about him. -OK.

Here, take this for now.

I'll be giving you the same again.

-So half when the job's done, right?. -Hey, bravo.

-This is your mobile number, right?. -Right. The one you wrote down.

From now on I'll keep it switched on all the time.

OK. Call me and I'll ring you back. See you then.

Hey, shame on you! I wouldn't lie.

Don't you dare die!

Don't go disappearing anywhere!

You hear me, son of a bitch?.

You'll be seeing more of me.

Oh, thank you. Thanks then. See you in the neighborhood then.

He's a cab driver. The cab's not his. He lives in Kucukarmutlu.

He leaves the house at dawn. He works days for Guleryuz Taxi.

I swear I didn't see a truck. I wasn't drunk. I don't drink.

I've been a cab driver for ages. I carry lives around.

Thanks. May God grant your every wish.

Look, I'm a decent, honest citizen. I swear I've never broken the law.

Don't come in, Mustafa!

-Fuck! -Shut up! Walk over to the jeep.

-Move it or I'll really fuck you! -Please. Please.

Don't shout! Shut up!

Lower your hands. Lower them!

We're not shooting a goddamn western! You're not the only smart guy around.

Walk normally!

Get in! Get in!

Drive!

-Where are we going?. -Get us out of the neighborhood.

I'll direct you from there.

Don't try any tricks on the road or I'll blow your brains out.

You think I couldn't do it?.

-You realize this is abduction?. -That's what you think.

Abducting who?. You're not human!

Please don't look at me like that.

Hand over your cell phone.

What?. You're telling me you don't have one?.

But you do. We both know that, don't we?.

Come on, hand it over!

-Where are we going?. -Somewhere nobody will find us.

Welcome.

Come on, move it!

Good morning.

-I need to pee. -Yes, I know. That usually happens in the morning.

But then you'll start crapping on about how we should be friends.

Because we have so much in common.

But I don't see it like that.

You see, I'd never be as coarse as to say 'l need to pee'.

I'd ask, say, where the bathroom was. That's more refined, huh?.

I don't need to ask where the bathroom is.

I already know.

I'll fucking kill you! Son of a bitch, you're driving me crazy! Animal!

So you need to pee, huh?. Well, what a coincidence: I do, too.

Get dried and put these on. I'll be outside.

Into the kitchen.

Right to the far end.

Good thing I put bread in the freezer. It's as good as fresh after toasting.

Go on, start.

We'll make do with this for now. I'll go into town later and stock up.

We. How do you mean?. How long are we staying here?.

-Till you finish your story. -What story?.

I don't get it. What story?.

You know what story. You and Ceren.

How it happened. How you met. What you did. How long it went on.

You have to tell me everything, right down to the finest detail.

But no lies. If you start lying, I'll sense it immediately.

You see, I know my wife inside out.

-So what happens then?. -When?.

-After I've told you everything. -You mean when you're done?.

When you're done with the story, I'm going to kill you.

You won't believe me now. But just take a look in the garden.

I was digging while you were asleep. It's not completely finished yet.

I'm pooped. Out of condition with all that sitting at work.

In the old days I'd have done the job in an hour.

The tea's ready. Won't you have some?.

I just ask one thing of you, Kenan. Don't make my absence felt.

-Carry on like I'm there, OK?. -OK. Don't worry about this place.

-But. Are you all right, Mustafa?. -Fine, Kenan. Don't worry about me.

OK. I won't ask where you are because I know you won't answer.

But please be careful and get back here in one piece.

You know me, Kenan. I wouldn't do anything stupid.

I don't know you. All these years I've never got near to knowing you.

Anyway, call me incompetent. Goodbye.

-Mustafa. -Yes?.

Where are you?. Your phone's been off. We were about to tell the police.

-I haven't slept for days. -Mum. Mum.

You're killing us here. Forget me, but at least have pity on the boy.

Mum!

I'm fine, Mum. Don't worry. I'm taking a vacation. Don't call me for a while.

I'm in a small town on the coast. A beautiful place.

If you could only see the sea. It's this bluish green.

It's quiet. Just a few tourists. I'm staying in a fantastic hotel.

You know, it's the first time I've felt this calm and relaxed.

I've also made new friends here. They like me a lot too, Mum.

We have a great time together.

If you could see the view. It's amazing.

I'm taking photos of everything.

Don't you agree I deserve a vacation like this, Mum?.

-Ah, you take credit cards. -Of course.

Honey, I'm home!

As she sat there dying, she said, "How beautiful."

That's what I heard. Or thought I heard. "How beautiful."

Forget when she died. Start from the beginning, idiot.

It was last fall. A whole year ago, I guess. I was in the cab again.

I took a customer to Etiler. It was warm, but very muggy.

Like it was going to rain. You know, that suffocating kind of weather.

I was passing Mayadrom on my way back when someone hailed me.

It was Ceren. God rest her soul.

She didn't say where she was going. I didn't ask either. I just drove.

That happens sometimes, you know?. Someone gets in. They're in a state.

They don't say a word. And you just drive.

Thank you.

They stop you some place, get out, pay the fare and off you drive.

I thought it would be the same routine all over again.

She didn't say a single word.

Liar! Liar! I'll fucking kill you!

Was it Ceren who started this?. Admit it! You raped her, didn't you?.

Don't shout! Don't shout! Shut up!

You landed me in the shit, you two! You fucked up my life! Ah!

You think I lied to you, bastard?. Your wife gave it to me! Your wife!

Your wife gave it to me! You hear? Ah!

Help!

I'm sure this is the car. After you.

Good thing we're under the eaves. The blessed rain's started.

How are we supposed to make ourselves heard?

You see? He's turned the volume right up.

Ah, hello? I was in the back yard. I could barely hear the door. Yes?

Hello, sir. We've come about the lady's complaint.

-You remember me? -Yes. We met on the road.

You call that meeting? How about, 'You're the one I didn't get to kill'?

Ah! We had a minor traffic problem. I think you're exaggerating a little.

I was going a little fast. You're right. But I was in a hurry.

A little fast? You were like a rally driver.

The lady's enlarging everything like her lovely eyes, officer.

So what do we do now? Will you file a complaint, madam?

The incident's over and done with. You want us to prepare a report?

-You swore as well. -Swore? And at a lady.

Can I ask you to reconsider? And I apologize for scaring you.

Then let's do this. The gentleman's apologized anyway.

We'll still give him a speeding fine. Let's make everyone happy. OK?

-Excuse me, your name? -Mustafa.

Now Mustafa Bey, we've come a long way. The toilet?

-But we need your driving license. -It's in the glove compartment.

Could you get it while I take your colleague to the bathroom?

You really turned up the sound there.

I was planting in the back yard. You can only just hear it out there.

The toilet? Huh, OK.

-Yes, gardening is a great thing. -Here's the place to do it.

It takes your mind off things. We just rot away in stuffy apartments.

This place is great. I swear it makes people live longer.

-All that green, all those trees. -Yes. And we hardly ever get here.

Gardening really does relax you.

When we go to the village in summer we plant a few tomatoes.

Even that's something. It shapes you up.

What's that hole you dug out front? Laying foundations or something?

Now look, if you're about to build without a license, I'll fine you again!

-Goodbye. -Take it easy.

Happy gardening.

Dad, there's someone at the door. Mum went to the neighbor's, Dad.

Dad, there's someone at the door.

Where were we?

Yes, it's time we got on with the real story.

I'll give you the first sentence: "That day I raped your wife."

There, begin.

That's how you'd like it to have been. Sure. Everything was going great.

You had a perfect marriage, a loving home.

Your kid was at the best school. Bills were paid. Very nice.

Your only worry was the color of the bathroom tiles.

-Just like in those dumb TV series. -Shut up! Get on with the story.

You're looking for a reason, right? There has to be a reason. Why?

Let me tell you, there is no reason. Women cheat. So do men.

There you go. It's that simple.

You like each other and end up in bed. Your wife wasn't getting back at you.

If you want a reason, take a look at the history of man. There is none.

Wow! The gentleman expounds his philosophy!

Where did you hear all this? Go on, own up.

I do happen to have some education.

Of course in your eyes I'm just a cab driver.

I don't read, don't think. I eat, drink and shit, huh?

Ceren always said you put down guys like us.

What was it you said?

Bile. They're the bile of this world. Right?

I got caught on your foot, didn't l?

If you'd shaken it, I'd have gone.

You?

You still want to listen? Huh?

You have the stomach for it?

She was really upset. Full of regret. But you know what? I knew.

No matter how upset she was, we'd be together again.

I saw that on her face. If you'd given her a magic wand.

And said turn the clock back an hour if you have any regrets.

She'd have done the same again, believe me.

She bought you a red sweater that day.

It got muddy. She was devastated.

Goddamn liar! I never had a sweater like that. I hate the color red!

Red. I know.

She said you'd never wear it.

-She liked it and got it, that's all. -Stop playing with my head!

I'm telling you, I don't have a red sweater.

Maybe she didn't give it to you then. Just threw it in the closet.

You have a ton of sweaters. How would you know?

-Why would I lie to you? -So as to live a bit longer.

And pick the best time to escape. That story is bullshit.

You didn't even know her a year. You. You're making it up.

Then kill me now. Go on.

What's your name?

-Why? I won't be seeing you again. -You will.

Look, don't make trouble for me. Please, let's forget this.

I have a family, a kid and a marriage of nine years.

Which is exactly why you will be seeing me.

She got out somewhere close to home.

She didn't want me knowing where you lived, of course.

She didn't move till I drove off.

The story could have ended there. If she'd wanted.

I haven't had one of these since I was a student.

I guess I missed them. I'd forgotten they even existed.

A friend gave me the key to his house.

Look at me. Don't close your eyes. Please look at me.

Don't be scared.

We'd meet two or three times a week. For an hour or two.

It was like Ceren found something she'd lost in that house.

She seemed scared that if she spoke it would ruin everything.

The sheets were clean. You're not disgusted, I hope.

Excuse me, my love.

It's just I had too much wine.

We didn't talk much. When we did, she always talked about you.

I never said a word or got upset. I just listened.

You see, I knew she was telling me what she couldn't tell you.

Come here. Look, Hamdullah is almost finished.

-But you're still not ready, baby. -I am!

There's a cherry right on top.

We were there last year. Good service. Great food.

It's a bit of a trek to the sea, But go on, it's a vacation!

As I predicted, you put capers in. Even though I asked for no capers.

-I'm sorry. I'll change it at once. -Don't bother. You know why?

Because you weren't listening to me. The menu says it comes with capers.

The very moment I asked for no capers I knew it would arrive like this.

You know why? You weren't listening. The same blank stare. Everyone has it.

-OK, Mustafa. You don't have to go on. -Wait, Ceren. We're talking here.

Sir, I'm really very sorry.

Don't apologize. Bring the bill. And a complaint form.

No tips from this table tonight. And tips are your only reality.

Honey, will you please take me to the bathroom?

-lt was so humiliating for the others. -Everyone in this world has a mission.

That's the one thing about me you've never accepted.

That guy will carry on with his life having learned one thing tonight.

To listen. Guys like that steal time. Time. A critical thing in my life.

These are sorry guys who think of nothing beyond their tips that night.

In fact, this is Turkey's regular problem.

Mustafa, stop it for God's sake. Well, think of it like this, too.

If you'd just waited five minutes for the right thing to come back.

We'd be a lot happier in this car right now.

Maybe. But we'd have been untruthful to ourselves.

A plate of pasta has turned into the meaning of life. Unbelievable!

This isn't about pasta, Ceren. It's about people.

You can't change the world, Mustafa.

You can.

So which of us is right in this story? What do you say?

You are. If everyone in this country did their job properly.

The whole world would change, not just Turkey.

What a goddamn ass-kisser you turned out to be!

It's impossible having a conversation with you.

OK, OK. Keep it short.

It's late. Let's have something to eat.

I want to ask you something. I was going to ask Ceren that day.

-Never mind. Forget it. -Go on, ask.

What are capers?

Now, capers are small green.

Don't ask me anything again. And don't speak unless I say so.

You said not to speak, but I mean that's the best pasta I ever had.

-Thanks. -You're welcome.

Don't think I made it for you. It was for me.

So I got a share of the action, too.

I'd do anything for a smoke.

Are we on vacation here or what? Besides smoking is harmful. Go on.

It's really late.

Plus I'm pooped. Couldn't we carry on tomorrow?

So you want to live another day. Poor you.

I can't take any more of you anyway. You stink. You made me nauseous.

Look at you! Guys like you have gross body smells anyway.

It's not that. It's the intestine and pastrami you eat that does it.

And your shit! You need a gas mask to follow you into the bathroom.

-Shit is shit. Everyone's smells. -Mine doesn't.

-Give me a break. -It doesn't smell.

Huh, but wait. Listen to this.

You've eaten well here the last few days, right?

Well, the body shapes up after a time. But what's the good?

What's the good of smelling sweet in your grave?

Gross!

What are you doing here?

Go away! Go away!

You're not here! You're not here! Go away!

-Who is it? -Me, Selda.

Oh no, I didn't wake you up, did l?

It's just I'm an early riser, so I assume everyone's like me.

I'm so sorry for yesterday. Can I make up with breakfast? By the lake.

I thought maybe I could. I made cake, too. It's in the car.

-Hello! Is nobody home? -No. I'm on my own.

No. I meant it as a joke.

When you showed no response.

I'll be going then.

-You live around here? -For the time being.

-I mean, how far away? -The other side of the lake.

A good half-hour's walk from here.

Go ahead.

Didn't you mention breakfast? It's a deal.

There's something bothering me. I don't want to act like a stranger.

I saw your picture in a magazine supplement yesterday.

With your wife at a party. An old photo.

You don't have to talk about it. But I hope you're over it soon.

I was really upset.

Can I ask you a favor? It may seem strange.

But I'd be grateful if you didn't tell anyone I'm here.

What's strange about that? I understand.

I can guess what you're getting away from.

I don't know anyone from your crowd anyway.

The cake's great. Thanks.

I had to come back a bit early. Sorry.

No problem. Thanks for your friendship.

Hello? OK, Mum. Don't worry. I'll be back tomorrow.

OK, Mum. Don't go on. You know I don't lie.

The woman thinks everyone's like her.

It hurts like hell. Must be broken. Can't we call a doctor?

Sure, right away. Round here helicopter ambulances arrive faster.

Say the number if you know it. We'll call right away.

No number?

Then you missed your chance.

But you know what? It doesn't matter. I'm killing you tonight anyway.

You'll be rid of me.

I still have things to tell you. It won't finish tonight.

Anyway, I'm sick of hearing about your bedroom antics.

Skip the in-between bits and get to the accident. How did it happen?

What happens if I don't say? Go on. Kill me now.

As you like.

But don't forget. There's dying and there's dying.

There's the quick, painless variety and the slow, agonizing one.

The kind where you die of pain 1000 times, come round and die again.

Stop!

Can you talk?

How did that meeting go?

What the hell are you doing? It's my right of way!

For God's sake!

Nothing. I was talking to the truck.

I'm going to fetch Kerem from his swimming class.

What shall we do this evening?

I did cook something. But we can eat out if you like.

No, you say. Just so I know.

OK. We'll talk later.

Hit the rewind. No, no. The one before.

Listen, this track.

Mustafa's favorite piece.

It's so beautiful.

-Which track was that? -How do I know? My leg's gone.

You don't know what your favorite song is?

Can you remember it? Can you hum it?

I don't understand the first thing about that kind of music.

But wait. You played a track here, something soft, slow.

-This one? -No.

-This one? This one? -No. Slow. Slow.

Not that one either.

Which one was it? Don't you remember at all?

It's a song. What if I don't remember?

Your wife thought that way, too. What does it matter?

Hey, just let go. Leave some ends untied for once.

-This one? -That's the one.

Vivaldi. Antonio Vivaldi. I can't stand him.

You're all trying to take charge of me, aren't you?

Please let me go!

Killing may seem like kid's play now. But think of afterwards.

They'll catch you sooner or later. And besides, supposing they don't?

You're still a prisoner. Memories of me would haunt you.

I've died 1000 deaths every day in any case.

Think of your kid. He'll grow up fatherless.

And you don't know what it's like being in jail.

They say the damp rots your liver. To be fair, I've never been inside.

But that's what they say. From now on your life is hell.

I'm back, Mum!

-Why are you crying, Mum? -It's nothing, honey.

I'll be right there, honey.

-Where's Dad gone, Mum? -Somewhere far away, honey.

He's doing a delivery in the truck. He'll be back next week.

Your Dad has a new delivery. He's going all the way from lstanbul.

He wrote us a letter.

He says he bought you toys. That he'll be back next week.

Let's give your brother his food.

He'll be back next week.

-We're off to the market. Stay close to home, son. OK? -OK.

We were late last week, too. The best tomatoes had gone. Come on.

My little lamb! My darling! My baby who never grew up!

He's dead! He's dead! Mukadder's son is dead!

My brother's dead! My brother's dead!

-My condolences, Mukadder. -May God give Mustafa a long life.

-What did they call that illness? -I don't know. I've forgotten

The father died of the same thing. They say he walked out.

Shhh. Be quiet. It's shameful with kids around.

I'll go home as if nothing has happened.

I won't say anything to anyone, I swear. I'll disappear.

You won't see me again in this world or the next.

Look at the state I'm in.

If you had any humanity in you, you'd forgive me.

Are you going to kill me?

Now go over to the grave. And stand right by the edge.

Go on!

Turn to face me.

Turn round!

-Can't I turn my back rather than standing face to face? -OK.

Can you wait just a bit? Huh?

-Have a smoke. -Thanks.

Did she ever tell you she loved me?

It's like I've grown a humpback. Everything suddenly seems so heavy.

When people start scrutinizing me, I immediately look away.

It's like everyone knows but keeps quiet.

I love Mustafa.

I'll be very lonely here. Look. The forest is huge. I'm all alone.

I'll be dead and gone, you'll say. But. I don't know, you er.

Look at those. So beautiful. Are they fireflies?

It's the first time I've seen one. But I've heard all about them.

It's the forest here, of course.

Bless them! Wow, look at that!

Good morning, Mum.

-How are you? -Fine, Mum.

Can I give you some tea?

I was up early, too. How was your vacation?

It was great, Mum.

It's good you went. You'll have had a few distractions.

How's Kerem? He wasn't trouble for you, was he?

He's asleep in his room. How could he be trouble?

He's been so meek the last few days. Poor thing, he's so miserable.

Well, I've been here a few days. I had no clean clothes left.

I took one of your sweaters. You hadn't even taken off the label.

But then you'd never wear it. It's not your style.

I'll wash it afterwards.

-Mum? -Yes?

I was thinking about the past these last few days.

You know those memories you always want to forget?

Those. I remembered how you suddenly looked at me that day.

My mind fooled me and made me forget.

You knew, didn't you Mum? You knew everything from the start.

My brother and l. You knew, right? That l.

You hate me, don't you Mum? You remember whenever you look at me.

I'm a bad person. I'm a really bad person, aren't l?

How did you carry on, Mum? How could you bear it all these years?

I created the past.

Sometimes your mind plays tricks. You pretend things didn't happen.

You were only a kid. Maybe you didn't know what you'd done.

I found a way. I denied it for years. I didn't see. I didn't know.

Your Dad wasn't going to come back. But I gave you hope.

I waited for you to grow up. I was in denial about certain things.

I erased things so I wouldn't lose my mind.

I made skirts for local women so you could go to school.

That was the only way back then. I didn't think about it.

I hated you. I didn't think about it. Then suddenly you'd grown up.

You had a house and family of your own.

You brought me to lstanbul, gave me a place to live.

I knew you were paying the price.

If you asked me now who you were, I'd say you were my son.

With all your faults and virtues. I'm hardened. I've consoled myself.

To the very end. You're my son. It was I who created you.

There's no other way. And people, they just come and go.

Your wife loved you. Don't think any differently.

Don't forget. The past is sometimes as you want to remember it.

I think I'll go to the grave tomorrow. We shouldn't abandon our dead.

You don't know where Ceren's grave is. I'll be there tomorrow at 8.00.

Get some rest today.

Go alone if you like. The guard will show you the way.

Whatever you want. As you like.

If I say that, we won't fight. Or so they say.

Dad. Is that you?

Ooph! Have you been eating donkey? Your breath stinks!

I've been asleep. That's why.

Now go back to sleep for a bit. Can I sleep here?

Tomorrow night I'll take you somewhere. I'll show you something you'll love.

-A surprise? -Yes.

Remind me again when I wake up.

I'm asleep now, right? I'll forget when I wake up.

-Did you need a tissue? -Thanks, dear.