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My husband.

My wife.

These next two days won't go by fast enough.

Hey, lay off the guy! He isn't being conscripted here.

We're just a bunch of marketing guys holing up at the Rixos in Antalya.

You haven't given us two seconds to say a proper goodbye.

Zeynep, I can always stay behind.

Nutcase, what do I want with you! Let my husband stay.

C'mon, enough! You're making me jealous.

- My bag. - Your bag.

- I'll call the second we land. - OK.

And careful with the car, ha!

OK, guys. Let's see some hostesses to get us flying for real!

Are they all blondes?

I'll save you the blonde. Take your pick, guys.

- Whoa, babes like out of a book! - Talking of books, shut that.

Look, count me out of this, please.

Guys, I'll kill anyone who touches this blonde.

I'll check out the vibe once we're there.

So long as the vibe doesn't pass you up.

C'mon! There's five girls here and we're four studs, plus Ferhat.

But listen, that blonde is mine.

Ferhat, how can anyone not be into these dames?

Go on, pick one.

- This one. - Not so fast, she's mine.

Look at you, picking a girl whose face you can't see!

You mean, 'I've seen her from behind, I'll just roll her right over.' Whoa!

- Fasten your seatbelts please. - Hey, we're taking off.

Guys, enjoy flying.

- We aren't late, are we? - No, c'mon, for the love of...

Leave the loving to Ferhat. Tonight's about play, not love.

Ceren, you're with Emre. Emre, get cosy there.

Whichever one of you is hottest, get cracking on Ferhat.

Well? Where's my girl?

We rented a car, she's parking. She'll be right here.

So you came from Istanbul too? Renting a car and stuff...

Sure, it's kind of a business trip for us too.

Let's forget business tonight, guys.

Here comes my love.

Hey, wasn't tonight about play, not love?

Cool down. My idea of love is all play.

But the choosing is done. She's mine or you're mangled.

Let me introduce you. Guys, Nazlý.

- Nazlý. Hi. Murat. - Hi, Murat.

- I'm Emre. - Hi, Emre.

- Hüseyin. - Hi, Hüseyin.

Nazlý.

Ferhat.

- What are you drinking? - Whisky.

- With two ice cubes. - No, straight up.

Whoa, tonight is going to be so hot.

Ferhat Bey, your phone.

Ferhat Bey, your phone.

Ferhat Bey, your phone is ringing.

My husband, I miss you so much.

Me too.

It's really noisy here.

The guys insisted on us partying.

Well, good for them. Get partying.

Come back having partied, rested and missed me, OK?

Promise?

Promise.

My husband, I feel kind of weird here.

You feel weird? How come, sweetheart?

Our bed is so big, my husband.

Big?

Yes. It's the first time I'm sleeping without you, right?

I'm lost in the bed without you.

Anyway, I'm just jabbering.

Go on, get partying.

But miss me, OK? Party, but miss me too.

I'm jabbering again. OK, I'm hanging up.

Have a good time.

Good night, sweetheart.

Zeynep.

I love you.

More than me?

C'mon, let's drink.

What are we drinking to?

- To play. - OK, let's drink!

Get that guy charged, Mine. Go on.

OK, we get the message. So he loves his wife but...

That's life, other halves get anxious.

Why are we talking about marriage?

Don't worry, I won't tell your wife.

Being married is bad enough in itself.

But being in love with your wife is even worse.

You're married and you have a woman like this looking at you.

Why don't you look at me like that when we're making love?

Don't I?

No, you always close your eyes in ecstasy.

This woman could turn you into a poet. Don't you think?

Wait, I want to ask something. Does anyone here write poetry?

I always wanted to, but then I ended up in marketing.

- I'd say Ferhat Bey does for sure. - What makes you say that?

Well, your silence is a poet's silence.

Whoa, listen to that!

I did in the past.

In high-school days.

I have a hunch you still do.

You want to read poetry?

But no one writes it.

Like you said, they did at high school.

You know, 'first love' poems and stuff.

C'mon, read one. Some bull artist must've written something.

C'mon, Nazlý!

Go for it!

In the blind darkness...

Even in sleep...

The caress of your eye burning my skin...

Tormenting my heart...

Your eyes when we make love...

Are so beautiful.

No one could write a poem to your eyes more beautiful than that.

Come here, c'mon.

Why do you do it?

Do what?

Why? Are you going to divorce your wife for me?

Is that the first question you ask after all these years?

Look, honey.

I'm a hooker and you're a good boy.

Whatever happened tonight happened, end of story.

And then there's real life.

Whatever we are, that's how we act. I mean things are what they are. OK?

Things are what they are.

Yes, things are what they are.

You don't even know the price of a hooker.

Prick!

My husband. Ah, were you asleep? I'm sorry.

No, honey. I couldn't sleep.

- I'm sitting in my room. It's OK. - Poor love.

What's up? Who was keeping you awake?

You couldn't sleep alone, could you?

Neither could I, so I'm finishing up that kids' book I'm late with.

Anyway, get some sleep. You have meetings tomorrow. Kisses.

You know what the punishment is for stealing a woman from another man?

No, what's that?

Death.

So what are you going to do? Kill me?

You think I'd kill you over a hooker?!

But boy, did you move fast!

I'm sorry. What's done is done.

Why not say from the start you fancied her?

OK, I warned you off, but I've fucked her anyway.

C'mon.

Welcome.

My husband!

What's up? Did something bad happen?

No. Everything's fine.

If you don't answer with a kiss and call me "my wife"...

...when I hug "my husband", there's definitely something up.

No, there isn't, OK? I'm just tired, that's all.

You're sure about that? Nothing else?

Ha, there is something.

- I missed you. - Oh yeah?

Then take me with you wherever you go, OK?

I'm in heaven all over again, my husband.

Don't ever leave me, OK? Don't leave me without you.

To our love.

To you for being.

Come here.

Zeynep.

I can't finish my wine. Mind if I go to bed?

Right now?

I'm really knackered, honey.

OK, we'll go to sleep in each other's arms. Sure.

Another kiss.

I want to be yours tonight. Then they can't break us up.

My husband. Can't you sleep?

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What is it, Ferhat? Won't you tell me?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's OK.

Really I'm sorry.

Sweetie, I said I was tired, right? I guess it's that, I don't know.

It's OK, no problem.

Let me take a shower. It might help.

Here, let's see if you remember.

Where did you get that?

I was tidying the cupboards. It was in with your old boxes.

Who is she? Your ex?

Zeynep, for god's sake don't at this time of morning!

What's wrong? Don't you wonder where she is, what she's up to?

Is this some kind of interrogation?

Ferhat, for the love of...

Don't bring love into it, Zeynep. Just don't, please!

Why not? What's wrong with love?

What's up, Ferhat? I don't understand why you're going so overboard.

And I don't understand why you're being so in my face!

- Hello. - Good morning.

How was Antalya, Ferhat Bey?

Antalya?

I mean the seminar. Antalya is always nice.

Great. It went great, thanks.

So what's it like being back?

Great.

Zeynep.

Great, Þahin. You?

Fantastic. Can't wait for the next trip.

But next time you're fixing the girls and I'm stealing yours.

Goodbye, Þahin. Goodbye.

I need to see you!

I can't go on without seeing you!

I need to see you.

I... I can't go on without seeing you!

How come?

Isn't your curiosity satisfied?

Guess why I do this job?

Can you update these schedules with my latest revisions...

...and e-mail a copy to everyone who was at the Antalya conference?

- How's it going? - Good, you?

Be sure to e-mail everyone. And I'd like a printout for myself.

- OK, Dilek Haným? - Sure, Ferhat Bey.

- Good luck. Thanks. - Thanks.

Please. I need to talk to you.

Get your head out of that computer and let's get this finished.

I just spoke to Dilek Haným, she's handling it.

Listen, what's been keeping you at that computer all morning?

Huh? Don't tell me...

Nazlý here. What do you want?

Hello?

Honey, an urgent meeting has come up. I'll be a bit late back.

Don't wait for me to eat, OK?

All right.

Ferhat, is it anything important?

Well... Just a difficult client.

- Ferhat. - Yes, honey?

Nothing. I love you.

What is the guy doing?

Oof! He's heading for an accident.

Man, just chill for a second!

God, what am I doing? Why am I in this traffic?

Man, get off my back!

Is your wife about to give birth?

I'm over here.

Why did you wait outside?

I don't know.

I didn't want anyone looking at me.

Forget it.

Forget it. You're saying we forget it, huh? Have you been able to forget?

Sweetheart, you'll fall!

What do I care?

I'm flying. I'm flying to forever.

Come and get me if you dare.

Kiss me or you'll lose me forever.

What if I die? Will you forget me then?

If they hexed me, if they tore out my heart, I still wouldn't forget you!

That's fate.

Go back to your wife.

Keep her out of this.

Why?

I love her.

Go back to her then.

I know the way. And every way there is to know.

How come you waited?

I didn't want to eat without you.

Even if you'd already eaten.

How did the meeting go?

So-so.

What did you get up to?

Nothing. I stopped by at Mum's.

Will you eat with me? It's late, you must be hungry.

How's it going?

You've been moping ever since Antalya. What's up?

- He's fallen in love with the dame. - Shit, no! Ferhat?

Emre, don't along with this idiot, you of all people.

Grab your axe! Even the fabled Farhat failed to hack through that mountain.

Get off my case.

Love will hack you up if you don't talk.

Listen to this: Ferhat looks for Shirin on Facebook.

He sends a message, OK? Shirin ignores him.

We're talking the Shirins of today.

Maybe it's not like you think, huh? What do you say?

She's one smart hooker. You know the circles she mixes in?

No, Þahin. I don't want to know either.

Don't poke your nose into stuff you know nothing about, huh?

You stole the hooker from me, OK?

Ferhat, the whole thing sucks!

CERAMICS COURSE JOIN US

And this is our workshop.

Let me introduce you. Our teacher and master, Þefkat Hodja.

Hodja, Burcu Haným, our new course member.

Yes, I'm Burcu. Burcu Deniz. Hello, everyone.

Welcome. Good to meet you.

Meet the others. Friends, this is Burcu Haným.

Hello, I'm Seda.

- Hello. Looks great. - Thanks.

- I'm Suat. You'll really relax here. - Nice to meet you.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Hello, I'm Nazlýgül. Welcome. - Hello, Burcu.

I've always wanted to do this.

It's heaven. You forget all your cares and worries here.

Even who you are, in fact!

I don't know what to do.

C'mon, let me buy you a coffee.

OK.

Þefkat Hodja, OK if we take a coffee break?

If you bring me one on your way back.

Sure.

He's really caring, true to his name.

He'll tell you the materials you need. Soon as you get them, you can start.

- Can I take one? - Sure.

Thanks.

I guess you aren't in the habit.

Right. I don't usually smoke.

Don't start, if you ask me. Bad habits are too easy to pick up.

Forbidden fruit is sweetest.

I guess so. Forbidden love, secret affairs...

Are you married?

Oh, sorry. I'm using the familiar 'you'.

No, please.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

Thanks.

- And a coffee for Þefkat Hodja, on me. - OK.

- You? - Me?

Well, what kind of life do you have? Married or single?

No, I've never married.

My life is kind of complicated. You?

I... I haven't married. But I was as good as married.

What happened? Did he walk out?

Yes.

He realized he loved his ex more and left me for her.

So I was cheated on with an ex.

Don't tell me he married her.

- That's still anyone's guess. - So it happened recently?

Very recently.

That's my ex, but he's married.

Hello?

We need to talk, to talk calmly and properly.

Talk calmly about what?

If you want a secret affair, I don't have time for it.

Nazlýgül, please. I know I upset you.

But let me apologize. Please!

OK, same place as last time then.

Yes.

See you.

What cry babies we women are.

It doesn't matter what we go through...

...if someone makes us happy we can't resist.

Hey, I'm sorry. I've brought it all back to you.

I have to go now.

- Burcu, I'm so happy to have met you. - Me too.

Don't let anything get you down. Life goes on.

Yes.

Old runs into new, there you go.

Yes. Who knows what we'll do?

- Bye for now. You are coming, right? - Where?

- To the course. - Sure. Sure I am. See you.

The coffee is on you so I thought you could take it.

Sweet thought. The bill?

- Some other time. - Can't I pay?

No, we don't let broken hearts pay the bill.

And talk to Þefkat Hodja. No pulling out, ha!

No. I just need to make a call.

I'm leaving now.

If anyone asks, say I'm out with a client.

- I'll have my phone with me. - OK.

Honey?

How's it going, sweetheart?

Fine. You?

Fine, I guess. My parents are coming over tonight.

I thought we'd buy the stuff and go home together.

I mean I was just checking...

Honey, I'm running to the warehouse.

Can we talk later?

OK.

Ferhat... Don't be late back tonight, OK?

OK, honey. I won't.

You have a reservation?

I've seen her, thanks.

How are you doing?

Are you OK?

I hope you haven't been bothered by other guys staring at you.

You look so incredibly gorgeous.

Just skip that bit, will you? Don't talk to me like other men.

But I'm not like other men.

Am I?

Let's talk about why we met again.

All right.

We met again years later and something happened between us.

But sure as hell it didn't happen out of the blue, did it?

No, it was out of the blue. It shouldn't have happened.

Or it just happened.

Look. That night... I mean...

I really upset you.

I really upset you, I know.

I'm sorry.

But... I mean... Especially asking you to explain...

You can't. No man can ask me to explain myself.

When you showed up that night...

When you sho...

It blew me away.

I mean, I couldn't believe it.

But you made love to me.

WE made love!

WE made love.

Hadn't we missed each other? Huh?

Ferhat, what are you thinking?

That I'll be your lover after all we went through?

Oh, excuse me! I can't be your lover, can I?

Because you're married. I can only be your mistress.

But there's more dignity in being a mistress than an escort.

Yes. Yes.

That isn't what I meant.

You're still talking about the night you met with a bunch of hookers!

If I hadn't gone offwith you, I'd have been fucked by Þahin.

Or someone else, what's the difference?

Then you were in my face with why I'm a hooker...

I was hurting too.

I was hurting too.

OK, let's not dwell on it. Don't call me again.

Nazlýgül, wait.

Nazlýgül, wait, please.

Wait!

Wait.

I can't go on without seeing you! This time it won't happen. This time...

This time what?

You know my number. Call whenever you want.

If we agree on price, I'll come. But I can't be your lov...

That's the treatment I deserve, isn't it?

Sure, I'm a whore! You don't even care what I feel as a person.

Wait.

Nazlýgül, wait!

Please!

Nazlýgül, wait, please! Please!

Wait, please wait!

What's got into you, dear?

I just dropped it, Mum.

Is Ferhat coming, dear?

I don't know, Dad.

He said he was seeing a client, but he knows you're coming.

- He did that knowing we were coming? - He's busy, Mum.

But he'll make it for dinner, don't worry.

Nothing's wrong, is it, dear?

No, like what, Mum? What do you want to be wrong?

He's busy for goodness sake.

OK, dear. Hopefully it's as you say.

Drop the 'hopefully', that's how it is, Mum!

What's wrong with saying 'hopefully'? Hopefully...

Agh! Mum!