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In the blind darkness...

Even in sleep...

The caress of your eye burning my skin...

Tormenting my heart...

Your eyes when we make love...

Thought you could kill me, did you, whore?

Huh?

I won't let you touch my girl.

So what if I touch her, whore?

She's growing up a whore anyway, isn't she?

She gives it to that ugly shit, doesn't she?

What's it to you?

What's that supposed to mean?

I look after her, I feed her, so I'll fuck her! OK?

- Mum! - Nazlýgül, no!

Stop, Galip. Wait!

- Fuck off! - Stop!

- Fuck off out of here! - Stop! Leave them alone!

- Çiko! - Leave them alone!

Take him away. Break his bones and dump him somewhere.

They took me to some godforsaken place.

They had me dig a hole.

They said they'd kill me and bury me in it.

I was scared. Really scared.

Then he turned up.

He said, "Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you."

"But you're not seeing that girl again."

"From now on, it's just me who..."

I guess I passed out. Then they left.

Days, weeks, months went by.

I was looking out for you the whole time.

That house...

No one ever came or went.

So I just sat on that red bench and thought of you.

Forget it.

What did you do?

Forget it. I don't want to remember.

I left Istanbul.

One day, without knowing where I was, I found myself outside a tattooist.

Turns out I was in lzmir.

I went in.

I wanted something to hold me by the arm.

Something to hold my shoulder and keep me from going.

And the guy tattooed this crow on me.

He said crows lived a long time so I wouldn't go anywhere.

It took me five years to get myself together.

Then I decided.

I said if I ever loved anyone like that again, I'd marry her.

I'd marry her and never cheat on her.

I promised.

I promised myself, not some woman.

Then?

Then I found Zeynep. We got married.

And you cheated on her with me.

Do you look into her eyes too when you're making love?

I've never looked into anyone's eyes since you, you know?

She's my wife.

We have to stop.

We have to stop if you love your wife so much.

We can't stop now!

We should've stopped that day. That day, there...

Go on, go home. Go back to your wife.

You don't think something's happened, dear?

No. He texted Dad to say sorry, didn't he?

So he's fine.

OK, missus, enough for today. You've worn the girl out!

Oof, and no one says a word to you!

OK, dear. Ignore your mother.

Good night. Give my best wishes to Ferhat.

- Good night, Dad. - Good night.

Burcu, how are you doing?

How I look.

Not that great from what I can tell.

What's up? Did something happen? Don't tell me...

He left his ex's bed and came back in the middle of the night.

Bastard!

Oh, sorry. Well?

Well, that's it.

He had a key. He snuck in and climbed into bed.

You mean you let him?

He hugged me from behind.

There you go.

That's probably what my guy did.

Hmm, right. You met up, didn't you?

What did you guys do?

Well, first we fought, then he slapped me.

He wouldn't do that!

He did. Though actually I did kind of ask for it.

The way you said that, it's like you know him.

No. I mean, he's your ex after all.

If he's missed you so much, he wouldn't slap you.

OK, it was my fault. I kind of provoked him.

Well, anyway, we fought.

Then he ran after me, grabbed me, and he kissed me in the car park.

A woman misses that, right?

Still, you could have it worse. At least he's run off to his ex.

What am I supposed to do?

But yours came to you.

Besides which... He made you really happy.

How good is that? Never mind.

No, it's not like that. He really loves his wife too.

Anyway, we'll talk later over coffee.

That's such a great design!

How's it going? No harder than illustrating a children's book, is it?

There you go.

- He'd love that. - Who?

Him. You know, him.

Your guy. I mean the ex.

What makes you say that?

No idea. I have a hunch, I guess.

Look, I would know, OK? I know these things.

No, it's just you seem like you know him.

He really would love it. And when you assumed he would...

Well, it gives you a kind of old-world look.

You know, like in movies and stuff. Exes go for that kind of thing.

Oof, I don't know. Let me have a look.

Wow! you have to get it. I mean, it goes with the theme.

God, do you look gorgeous...

That dress is amazing on you.

I got it today with a friend. She chose it.

She said you'd really like it too.

She said I'd like it. Does she know me?

No. Come in.

Who is this friend?

Burcu. I just met her.

But it's like I've known her forever. You'd love her if you met her.

Let's meet some day then. Maybe we have other things in common.

You were right. He loved it.

Right, but I'm not so sure about my guy's taste in women.

I miss him so much.

My husband!

Ah, Burcu! You had your hair cut.

Well, I was bored. When women get depressed...

It looks great though.

Thanks.

C'mon, come in. I have a surprise for you.

Nazlýgül Haným?

Yes, that's me.

- The flowers are for you. - Wow!

Who from?

Nazlýgül, I should be going, dear.

Oof, my mother. Here, you keep these.

If we take out that red one, she won't guess.

Pretend you've brought them. I'll explain later, c'mon.

You came at just the right time.

Now let me introduce you to the number one person in my life.

Here, my true love. My daughter, Masal.

And this lovely lady with the short hair is Burcu.

Remember I told you about her?

Nice to meet you.

Lovely to meet you too, Masal. Honey, you're so pretty!

I have to take a photo.

Here goes. OK, done.

Ah, it's come out great.

My mum, Necla. Burcu.

- Nice to meet you. - You too.

I wish I could stay for a chat, but we have school, as you know.

Be nice to Granny, OK, sweetheart?

OK, Mum.

Mum, next time ask Burcu round earlier, OK?

This time doesn't count seeing as we're about to leave.

- Right, Granny? - Well...

OK, OK. You'll have lots of time to get to know each other.

Have a good day.

Burcu, I'm sorry.

What's up? Tossing out the red rose so your mum doesn't guess.

Who are the roses from?

Here, a total psycho.

Ah! Not from him then?

Nine places I've been knifed for you...

But ninety-nine places I wish I could kiss you.

What does that mean?

Well, it's that psycho.

My mum used to be a singer. He was her boss.

When I say boss, I mean her lover.

Anyway, he became obsessed with me. He won't give up either.

I was just 17. Ferhat and I were basically kids.

Not only did he break us up, he forced me to...

Mum went crazy of course. While he was on top of me...

...she stabbed him.

She stabbed him nine times and still the bastard didn't die.

I wanted to die, but I couldn't. I was pregnant. Pregnant with Masal.

No one knew of course.

Anyway, from then on, every anniversary of that incident...

...he puts a single red rose in with a bunch of 99 white roses...

...and sends them with that note.

OK, but Masal?

Mum thinks she's his.

But I was pregnant from Ferhat.

No one knew of course.

Well, does he know?

Ferhat?

No, he doesn't.

Still?

Sure.

- Aren't you going to tell him? - No.

I don't understand the way fate works.

Why did we run into each other after all these years?

But Masal is his kid too.

He really loves his wife, Burcu.

I couldn't do that to them. Especially his wife.

OK, we met years later and couldn't resist each other, but...

You know what we talked about after making love the other day?

I said we had to stop if he loved his wife so much.

- What did he say? - He said we couldn't stop.

You know, this love is like...

Like walking to hell when you think you've found heaven on earth.

Really.

- Do you wonder about her? - Who?

His wife. Would you like to meet her, say?

- His wife? - No.

Let's say you met without realizing it.

What would I do if I met her? No idea.

I don't suppose I could look her in the eye.

Say you really liked her.

Oof, I don't know. She'd cry and then I'd crack too, I suppose.

- Would you be a threesome? - How do you mean?

I mean would you agree to it?

You think she would?

Her?

No idea.

I mean, how would I know? But I don't suppose she would.

So would you?

Me?

What does it have to do with me?

Well, you, me, don't we all have the same story?

Oof! C'mon, drink up. Where do you get these ideas?

My wife. Sweetheart, what's up?

Zeynep. Zeynep, tell me what's up.

Are you done with the design? We've lit the kiln today.

We can fire your first design.

Stick me in the kiln instead, Hodja.

- They say passion is fuelled by fire. - She's already cinders, Hodja.

I have a favour to ask you.

Go on.

I want you to meet him.

Well, OK, but what am I supposed to do?

That's all.

I don't know, you can give me some advice.

I'm tired of playing the threesome game all on my own.

I mean this whole ex syndrome... C'mon, you understand.

OK.

Tonight?

OK, sure. Tonight.

Can I ask you something? Do you know the woman?

Me? Yes.

Oh...

From Facebook mishaps and stuff.

Well, does she know you?

Like you.

If only you hadn't met her.

Hello?

Shall we meet tonight?

I have a surprise for you.

No, I can't do tonight. I promised a friend.

If we meet early? Early evening?

I'll leave early. All I'm asking is one hour.

Well, OK. But only one hour.

One hour.

You know what?

This place, this garden, the house behind, they sold them all to our company.

I found the photos taken for the spec.

The guy who took them got a photo of this bench.

This bench always turned up in my dreams.

Nightmares, dreams of flying doves, it didn't matter...

...this bench was always there.

Then one day she...

...I mean Zeynep, I dreamt I was sitting here on the bench with her.

I thought my fate now is this girl.

Did you bring her here?

If only you had.

Then maybe I'd never have run into you.

No, c'mon!

We can't make her part of our fate.

Have a good evening.

Zeynep? Welcome.

You look great.

The hair's gone but it really suits you.

What's up? What are we celebrating?

Is Ferhat coming back here?

No. He texted to say he was in a meeting. So I...

You thought you'd surprise him, but he left a few hours ago.

So let's call him.

No.

I...

I know.

You know? What do you know?

Zeynep.

Honey.

- Son of a bitch! - Ferhat, no. Stop!

Hey, have some manners! So you found the whore then.

Þahin. So...

...she...

...that woman, in other words... my husband's ex...

...Nazlý... gül.

Look, I know her as 'Nazlý' without the 'Gül', the 'Rose' bit.

But don't think she's the prude of her short name.

I mean, smell her and she opens up like a rose.

Have you slept with her too?

Look, honey, I just met her like this.

Well, she's an escort.

An esss...

An escort.

An es-cort.

An escort.

Is that it?

Do you think she's...

...better looking than me?

I said is she better looking than me?

Look, Zeynep.

You're a beautiful woman.

God knows, if you weren't Ferhat's wife...

So she's better than me...

...I mean in bed. Right?

Well, she's amazing. Believe me, she's really amazing.

Better than me?

Zeynep, how do I know?

How can I compare you and Nazlý? I mean, you and I...

Mum, we're here!

I don't know what got into her, she suddenly insisted on coming over.

Stay here tonight, OK? Stay here tonight.

I'm going out anyway.

Zeynep!

Zeynep!

Your phone is ringing!

Zeynep, are you going to answer or shall I?

Zeynep Haným's phone.

Umm, sorry. I wanted to speak to Burcu.

I guess you have the wrong number.

Ferhat? Burcu...

I mean is she...

Is she your wife?

Ferhat?

Ferhat? It's you.

Zeynep, what have you done?

Zeynep, what have you done?

What have you done?

Ferhat, what's up?

Why are you standing there?

Zeynep, who is Burcu?

No idea. Who?

Why is Nazlýgül calling your number and asking to speak to Burcu?

What the hell are you doing?

Trying to find out what the hell my husband is doing behind my back!

Did you find out then?

Yes.

What?

I found out how much my husband missed his ex!

That all the time he loved me he'd never actually forgotten her.

When she...

When she was getting dressed up to meet you...

...you know that dress you loved? I chose it!

I told her you'd love it.

I said it gave her an old-world look, that exes go for that kind of thing.

I proved to her that I know your tastes better than she does.

Did that feel good then?

Yes. Of course it did.

While you were making love there, I...

While you were on your way home...

...that woman was telling me the details of how you made love!

Are you going to hit me?

Go on, hit me and finish it.

I can't, you finish it.

Hit me!

Go on, hit me! Hit me!

C'mon, come and get me.

Yes, tonight.

Look, it's the first time I'm saying it by choice.

Yes, I've finally realized you're my fate.

C'mon then, let's live out our fate.

Ferhat, don't call me again.

I'm coming over.

No, don't.

No, I'm coming.

I'm coming down.

You surprised me tonight.

Are you ready for more surprises tonight?

I'm ready for you every night.

Get in the other side.

Why?

I want to drive.

We're hardly going to make love in the car, are we?

Suppose you get started while I'm driving, huh?

Suppose you do the same to me?

But my head won't fit under the steering wheel.

I'll make it fit.

Tonight, I'm going to take you somewhere you never expected.

Somewhere you've never been before.

Whoa! The world has never known a whore like you!

There, all done.

It's me who stuck you together.

So be it.

Love can be yours.

What the f*ck are you doing?

Couldn't you forget her?

I guess not.

- Did you love her very much? - Yes. Very much.

Even more than me?

It's not the same thing.

Did you love her all over again? Like in the old days?

When I lost her I told myself...

...if I ever loved anyone... ...so much again...

...you'd marry her. You promised yourself.

Did she tell you that?

No matter how much you told me, it was her who showed me...

...how much you love me. That's why I couldn't leave.

Zeynep, love him, OK?

You too, Ferhat. I like Zeynep a lot. Don't hurt her again.

Love our daughter too. Take good care of my Masal.

I hope you have a fairy-tale life together.

Come here.

I love you. I love you over again.

I know.

But there are two women in your life now.

You need to deserve us both.

I know.

Masal.

Yes?

What should we do?

- Let's go to the fairground. - OK.

C'mon.