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NAUSEA

Neriman!

-Yes?
-Can you finish? I'll have a cigarette.

I'll be right there.

-No need to do these.
-O.K.

-Where's Elif?
-She's on the balcony.

What are you doing here?

I'm smoking.

Listen...

Is it O.K. if you didn't go today?

Why?

I don't want you to leave like this.

-How?
-Like this...

Let's talk it over and you can go tomorrow.

-Talk about what?
-About what happened...

There's nothing to talk about.

We seem to suffocate you;
you'll have a break.

-That's unfair.
-You know I didn't mean it that way.

You're the last person
to complain about being misunderstood.

So?

No need for this last minute stuff.

And it's not fair to my mother.

-Why are you so stubborn?
-Ahmet, let's drop the subject.

I have a favor to ask.

Please check on Neriman
while I'm away. She may need your help.

-Like what?
-Nothing specific. I'll let you know.

O.K.

-You take care.
-Of what?

Of Yazgı and yourself...

Do you really mean it?

O.K. I didn't say it.

Won't you come in?

No, I won't.

Why not?

Something tells me not to.

In fact, I'd like to. I don't know.

What should I say?

Don't say anything.

-Your phone's ringing.
-Let it ring.

-Is this yours?
-Yes.

It was your phone again.

I heard it.

Would you like anything?

Just water.

-Are you bored?
-No.

-I'll be right back.
-O.K.

It is your phone again.

-Who is it?
-It's me, Neriman.

-What happened?
-I need to tell you something.

This is not a good time.

Please, it's very important.

I said this wasn't a good time.

It's about Mrs. Elif.

What about Elif?

Mr. Ahmet, please...

-Wait.
-O.K.

I have to take care of this. Stay quiet.

What's wrong?

An officer called from Mrs. Elif's phone.

They'd been trying to reach you.

-An officer on Elif's phone?
-Yes.

-Why would he do that?
-He didn't say.

He needs to speak with you urgently.

O.K. I'll take care of it.

What?

-I'm worried.
-Will you let me know?

Sure. You can go now.

What happened?

I'll tell you later. I'm sorry.

Hello.

This is Ahmet, Elif's husband.

Where's Elif?

What?

Ahmet?

Ahmet, what's wrong?

Are you bored?

Of dinner?

Yes.

-Not really, but...
-What was the guy's name?

Faruk?

He's boring.

He should talk less.

Then he can be more entertaining.

Really? Do you think so?

Is he not?

Yes, but he's a good guy. I like him.

The story was moving.

Do you think it really happened?
Or did he make it up?

What do you think?

I think he made it up.

These things happen, but not that often.
Simultaneous suicides and what not...

What do you think?

I think there's still
more stuff he's not telling.

So the story is real.

He must have witnessed it.

Then why does he pretend
he has only heard about it?

To be believable.

If it were your story,
would you have expected people to believe it?

-By the way, how are you doing?
-Do I look terrible?

-No, just a little preoccupied.
-I can't think. I'm so tired and sleepy.

I'm looking at the road and remember...

Like what?

I don't know.

You know, you're just about to remember
something and it eludes you.

Yes.

My place? Or shall I drop you off?

Drop me off.

I have a meeting tomorrow morning.

I need to change.

Aren't you coming in?

-Maybe I shouldn't.
-It'll be difficult in the morning.

You can't go back now. Come on.

You never insist, do you?

You'd be glad if I left.

-Do you want some?
-Is it water?

-Yes.
-No.

-What are you doing?
-Nothing. My back aches.

Aren't you coming to bed?

I'll be on the balcony.

Ahmet?

Ahmet, wake up!

-What?
-I thought you stopped breathing.

I'm fine.

-Are you really O.K.?
-I said I was fine.

I was afraid it happened again.

Don't worry. I'm fine.

-I'll turn the light off.
-O.K.

-Good morning.
-Good morning, Aslı.

Take it easy.

-Aren't you staying for breakfast?
-No, I'm late.

Exhale, six...

Exhale, ten...

Now we're panting.

One, two, three...

Eleven and twelve...

According to Berdyaev, Dostoevsky talks
about the futile tragedy of love...

...the impossibility for human beings
to love one another...

...and the difficulty of achieving love
on the predetermined paths of life...

...which we can also call destiny or fate.

He supports his point with these verses:

“O how deadly we love and how
in this blindness of stormy desires...

...we kill all that is so dear to our heart!”

Now, I'd like to read you something else;

but while listening to it, please keep in mind
Dostoevsky's hopelessness about love.

“Lotte said: 'Thursday night is Christmas.

Everyone will receive their gifts.

You, too, will come that day.
Please don't come before that.'

Werther was surprised.
Lotte continued:

'I implore you in the name of my tranquility.'

Werther moved his eyes away from her,
paced the room and murmured:

'This can't go on.'

When Lotte saw the terrible effect
of these words on Werther,

...she tried to shift his thoughts.
She wasn't successful.

'No, Lotte. I will never see you again, '
said Werther.

Lotte asked him why.

'You can, of course,
see us and you must.

But you must be moderate.

Why is your nature so filled with rage?

Why do you get passionately attached to
everything you touch?

"I implore you.'
Then she held his hand."

You first.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Let me do it.

-You're not sick, are you?
-No.

I'm surprised to find you home.

-I went to bed late.
-Was something wrong?

-Like what?
-You've slept this late.

I just slept late.

I had an errand to run here.

So I wanted to stop by.

Yes, but I told you to call before you come.

I remembered, but didn't call.

You never answer the phone.

-What if I wasn't home?
-No problem.

Why would you come all that way for nothing?

It's only 45 minutes or an hour.

-The Metrobus stops here.
-What metrobus?

We have Metrobus service now.

I often come to this neighborhood.

-What the fuck do you do here?
-I take walks, get some air...

-Why would you come this far to take walks?
-It's not really for that.

Our neighborhood is strange, full of jerks.

I like it here. People are civilized.

Goodness gracious!

-Did you sleep well?
-What?

-You went to bed late.
-So what?

If you have a lot to do, you won't feel right.

I mean, if you haven't had enough sleep.

Do you?

Do I what?

Have a lot to do?

Yes, I do. I have to leave soon.

You haven't had breakfast yet.

What are you talking about
this early in the morning?

It's 2:00 pm, almost evening.

Why are you upset?
It's for your own good.

Stop it. Don't I know what I should do?

Goodness gracious!

How are mother and father?

They're fine. I mean the same.

-My father has upset me recently.
-Why?

Well, you know him.

The more his health deteriorates...

...the more he bothers my mother and me.

He keeps asking about
you, says you never visit.

Otherwise, everything's fine.

Everything's fine, but...
there's an interesting situation.

What does that mean?

My mother constantly dreams
about Elif and Yazgı.

-What?
-That's what she says.

What are you saying?

She has a recurring dream
about your wife and daughter.

-She's devastated.
-What does that mean?

I woke up the other day,

...and saw her in tears,
kissing Elif and Yazgı's pictures.

I asked her what was wrong.

She said they weren't resting in peace.

She wants you to have the proper prayers said.

I asked her how she knew.

She said they'd been in her dreams.

She'd been having the same dream.

Then she told me about it.

-Remember the summer house in Saroz?
-Yes?

She sees them in that summer house.

-The house is in a dark forest.
-My mother never saw that place.

-I was surprised, too.
-How do you know it's the same house?

She describes the color of the blinds,
the street lamp, the pine trees.

Look at the old pictures and compare.

She even describes the amulet at the door.

She also says the earth is night,
the sky is day.

What does she say?

When it's nighttime on earth,
the sky is bright with daylight.

That's what she says.

-Will you consider a prayer night?
-What?

The prayer night.

-Can you give me my sunglasses?
-Are they in here?

Yes.

Wow!

These are beautiful.

-Shall I clean them?
-No need.

I'll be right back.

Here!

-That's not why I come!
-Take it!

Buy something for the kids.

If you want the prayer night,
we'll organize it.

I'll let you know.

I'll drop you off here. The
Metrobus is across the street.

OK

Fuck!

Are they broken?

Nevermind. Go.

-Say hello to mother and father.
-I will.

What's up?

I planned to call you back, but I forgot.
I'm sorry.

You're so negative.

What are you doing?

I'm at the cafe. I'll go home soon.

Let's meet,
but I have a conference tomorrow.

I need to go home and get ready.

You're not angry, are you?

O.K.

We'll talk tomorrow.

O.K. Bye.

-Professor!
-Yes?

You don't remember me.

I can't remember. I'm sorry.

I wouldn't hold this
against someone I'm so grateful to.

Ozge from the Philosophy of Emotion class.

Of course, I remember you.

You had a problem. Are you well now?

I'm much better now.

I stopped by your office
to thank you, but you weren't there.

You didn't return my calls.

So, I gave up after graduation.

-Nevermind that.
-What are you doing here?

-I'm with friends.
-We'll go to a birthday party later on.

How about you?

Just killing some time before I go home.

Would you like to join us?

I won't feel good
among the young and beautiful.

It would have been nice to chat.

Well!

What will you do afterwards?

After the party?

Yes.

No plans.

Would you like to call me later?

-Sure, but what if it's late?
-Call anyway.

-Let's check your number.
-Sure.

Is this right?

Sorry.

It's correct.

-I'll ring you.
-O.K.

-I must go. I'll see you.
-O.K.

Take it easy.

Thank you.

-Cleaning at midnight?
-It's easier at this hour.

-Good night!
-Good night!

-What's up?
-I'm fine.

-Would you like some orange juice?
-No.

Here.

Don't you ever wear anything else?

I don't.

Why not?

Because I love it very much.

-You love Beşiktaş?
-Uh-huh!

-Is everything alright?
-I was just talking to...

-What was his name?
-Ilhan.

I asked him if he ever wore anything else.

He doesn't wear anything else.

It'll be tattered soon.
We'll see what he does then.

-Do you love Beşiktaş this much?
-Uh-huh!

-Do you want anything else?
-No, thank you.

Aren't you coming in?

I'll ask you something,
but promise you won't say “no.”

Then I must say, “yes.”

Don't play with words.

Go ahead.

Why don't you ever call me?

You make excuses
as if you don't want to see me.

Don't exaggerate.

Am I exaggerating?

I'm hurt, not angry.

I'm not accusing you;
I just want an honest response.

When you talk like this,

I not only feel hurt, but also humiliated.

It's O.K. if you don't want to talk,
but please don't do this.

Where's the apartment you rented?

-On 71st Street.
-Where on 71st Street?

Between Columbus and Broadway.

-It's close to Central Park.
-You'll see it when you come.

Will you come?

-Of course, I will.
-You know how much I love New York.

-What about your job?
-I don't care.

-What do you mean?
-I mean I don't care.

I think you won't return.

Do you think so?

It's just a feeling.

-Why?
-I just sense it.

Maybe I won't return.

Does that make you sad?

-What do you mean?
-Will you be sad if I don't return?

Of course I'll be sad.

You're lying.

Is there something you know?

There's nothing I know.

The only thing I know about this
relationship is that I don't know anything.

Why would it make anyone sad?

I missed the point.

Do you mean I won't be sad
about your not coming back?

Or are you implying this is not
worth being sad about?

Enough!

What did I say?

What kind of cowardice is this?

We won't see each other again,
yet you act as if you're stuck with me.

What did I do to you to deserve this?

Did I ask you to marry me?
Did I want to move in with you?

Did I pressure you?
What did I do?

I never come here without calling.
What is this?

How can you be such a coward
and so cruel at the same time?

Don't you realize how much
your attitude hurts me?

How I hate myself and how ashamed I feel?

What hurts most is not your lying
or being an outsider,

but this kind of cruelty.

Having no meaning other than being the subject
of a contemptible betrayal is unbearable.

-What does that mean?
-What do you mean?

Don't you really get it?

Ahmet, you lost your wife and child.

It's as if I lost them.
You behave as if nothing happened.

Can you explain this to me?

Ahmet?

-My mother's ill.
-Is it O.K. if we helped you today?

-What's wrong with her?
-She has a fever.

-I can manage.
-O.K.

-Are these for me?
-Yes.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

-Did you find it?
-Here it is.

-Thank you.
-Thanks.

-Hi! Is your mother home?
-Yes.

-Can you call her?
-Sure.

-Ceren, who's there?
-It's me.

-You could have used the intercom.
-It's nothing like that.

-Can I come in?
-Sure.

-How are you, Ilhan?
-I'm fine.

-I couldn't make it this morning.
-How do you feel?

-I'm O.K. I had a fever.
-I had to rest.

-You did the right thing.
-Please have a seat.

-Ceren, bring the tea.
-Please don't bother.

Ilhan, this is for you.

-What is it?
-Would you like to see it?

-Uh-huh.
-Then come here.

-Look! Two Beşiktaş uniforms.
-Beşiktaş! Thank you.

You'll wear this when
the other one is in the wash.

Thank you.

-He couldn't be happier.
-God bless you.

-Will you try it on?
-Uh-huh.

Which one?

-This one.
-O.K

Come.

It looks very nice on you.

-Thank Uncle Ahmet.
-Thank you.

Enjoy it.

I've also brought your wages.

-You didn't have to.
-You may need it.

-Now, if you'll excuse me...
-Thank you so much.

Good-bye.

-I'll tell you something...
-Go ahead.

-Will you let me know if you need anything?
-Of course.

-Is something wrong?
-No. I'm just asking you.

-Sure. Thank you.
-Good-bye.

Good-bye.

I met someone here.
I'm not coming back. Aslı.

Breakfast is ready.

Mr. Ahmet, it's 9:30. You'll be late.

Mr. Ahmet?

Mr. Ahmet, breakfast is ready.

Mr. Ahmet?

Mr Ahmet, is something wrong?

-Mr. Ahmet, are you O.K.?
-I'm fine.

-O.K. We're starting.
-It's very important that you stay put.

Arms to the side.

Hold this. If there are any problems,
press on it and I'll stop.

The recorder must stay on your head.

Let's start.

-Aren't you late?
-No. Don't worry.

Your underwear and pyjamas...
I hope I packed everything.

-Nevermind. It's only for tonight.
-Still.

-Do you need anything else?
-No, thank you.

This is my mobile number,
in case you need anything.

O.K.

-And don't worry about the apartment.
-O.K. Thank you.

-I wish you a speedy recovery.
-Thank you.

-There's nothing wrong with you.
-You're very healthy.

I've never seen anyone
with such good results.

If someone with these results claims
to be sick, he deserves a good beating.

In other words?

-We won't beat you up.
-We'll just discharge you.

If you don't want that
we can still take your money.

-What can cause this?
-There's no reason.

Most probably it won't happen again.

Even if it does, it won't cause you any harm.

If it keeps bugging you, see a psychiatrist.

May I ask you something?

Please go ahead.

What harm does this cause you?

-Do you mean my symptoms?
-Yes.

-What do you mean?
-They don't cause pain..

...or stop you from your daily activities.
It's like an epileptic seizure.

You just sleep with your eyes open
and dream. That's all, isn't it?

Any other problems or discomfort?

None, but is that normal?

It's not, but what does it matter?

Something can be both abnormal and harmless.

The problem is not if it's good or bad,
but the fact that it's abnormal...

...and that it's happening only to you.

That's why you think it's bad and scary.

The real problem is having
to go through it alone.

For example, take cancer patients.

They suffer more because
of this reason than the disease itself.

The question “why me?”
causes most of the suffering.

If all the people around us had cancer,
we wouldn't suffer this much or pity ourselves.

People don't even desire an abnormality
which would give them an edge.

For example, it's good to have four hands,
five ears or two hearts.

It would make us stronger,
give us the upper hand.

Still, people don't want it.

They think it's scary, even revolting.

What causes the anxiety
and fear is not the disease itself,

but the fact that
we have to go through it alone.

Yes, what you're experiencing is abnormal.

Who knows what need it fulfills?

These are vague and dark places.

It's impossible to know
what's good and what's harmful.

Maybe we should love what happens
to us even if it's bad and painful.

We can assume what doesn't harm us
may be useful.

-Dinner is ready. Shall I set the table?
-O.K.

Shall we eat together tonight?

I don't know...

-You're tired.
-You shouldn't cook tonight.

-Ceren is by herself.
-Ask her to come.

-What grade are you in, Ceren?
-7th grade.

-Which year is that?
-3rd.

-How are your grades?
-Good.

-How good?
-Just good.

She's on the national merit list.

-Really?
-My mother exaggerates.

-Why would she do that?
-The truth is the truth.

-What's the secret of your success?
-I concentrate in the classroom.

-How do you do that?
-I listen.

What does that mean?

I mean I don't study hard,

but I listen in the class-room.

Hmmm. I think that's the best way.

-What's wrong?
-Mother, don't.

I'm sorry.

Why are you crying?

Mrs. Elif was involved in Ceren's education.

She used to help Ceren with all her work.

We get emotional when we remember.

If you won't answer it, mute it.

Shall we have a coffee break?

Aren't you tired?

-I am, but coffee will be nice.
-O.K.

Maybe I should take you home.

I know I'm boring, but I don't want
to fuck your brain with explanations.

I'm sorry. I really am.

I'll get off right there.

Thank you.

The stupid calls ruined
the night, didn't they?

Not really.

There was nothing I
could do. I'll explain later.

-If you'd want to meet again, of course.
-Of course, I would.

You're a young woman.
These things happen.

Good night.

Do you take it with sugar?

No, thank you.

Thank you.

I'm coming.

-Is it O.K. if I turned the light off?
-Sure.

It bothers me,
but we couldn't change the bulb.

Do you live with someone?

Yes, I have a female roommate.

I mean girls only.

Is she here now?

-Who? My roommate?
-Yes.

No. She's visiting her family.

What's the story with these calls?

Please forgive me.

-I'm sorry. What were you saying?
-Nevermind.

I feel so bad.

Why?

If you give me 2 minutes,
I'll resolve the issue.

Of course.

-Are you sure it won't bother you?
-Yes. Talk to him.

What is it?

Why are you doing this?

I was in the bathroom,
getting ready for bed.

I've just arrived home.

Selcuk, of course I'm alone.

She went to her mother's.

What's wrong with you?

She'll be back on Sunday.

Do I have to tell you everything in advance?

Selcuk! Listen to me!

O.K. Selcuk. Do what you want.

No, I can't take this anymore.

I'm very tired right now
and I need to sleep.

Can you just listen to me for a second?

Listen...

Just listen to me.

Listen...

Can you just listen to me for a second?

You're putting me in a difficult position.
I'll call you back.

If you hang up now,
you'll never hear my voice again.

Are you threatening me?

I'm telling you what's going to happen.

-Selcuk, don't do this.
-Go on, hang up.

Are you there?

Ozge?

-I'm here.
-Are you crying?

Answer me!

Selcuk, please let me sleep.

Let's hang up. We'll talk tomorrow.

O.K.

O.K. dear?

-O.K. Go get some sleep.
-We'll talk tomorrow.

O.K. honey.

Ozge...

-Yes?
-I'm sorry.

Me too.

What on earth are you doing?

I'm looking.

-Looking at what?
-I'm looking at your pinky.

It's tiny.

It was broken.

What were you going to say
in the other room?

When?

-When we were having coffee.
-The phone rang before you said it.

-I don't remember.
-Nothing important, I guess.

Don't be dishonest!

-What kind of talk is that?
-Why are you lying?

I may be a bitch, but that doesn't mean
I don't expect honesty.

Look at us! I'm naked.
I took you inside of me.

-Why are you putting on airs?
-What are you talking about?

-Didn't you ask me about the calls?
-Yes?

Then why don't you ask the question openly?

What are you talking about?

I swear I knew you'd do this.

What did I say?

You're really arrogant.

-Where are you going?
-To the bathroom.

Can you bring me some water?

Cold, please.

You don't let on,
but you're very touchy.

-Where did that come from?
-You are very touchy.

I called you dishonest jokingly
and it got to you.

Do you really like yourself that much?

Do you mean I'm arrogant?

Yes. Very arrogant.

Maybe.

You are.

Don't take it hard.

It's not so bad to be arrogant.

It really suits some men and it impresses me.

Maybe that's why I was impressed by you.

Are you married?
I remember something like that.

No, I'm not.

Never married or divorced?

Never married.

-What is it now?
-You're really a very funny man!

What are you talking about?

-Haven't we just talked about this?
-And you get mad when I call you dishonest.

We both know you're married.
Why are you lying?

I had a crush on you, so I inquired.
I was told you were married.

Why do you hide it?

What?

What is this?

-Who could it be?
-I don't know.

I think it's wrong the wrong bell.

I wonder who it is!

Who was it?

He knows you're home.
You should open the door.

Who is it?

It's me.

Selcuk?

Stop pretending and open the door.

-Open the door!
-How can I open it?

-Open it!
-How can I open it?

I'm ruined. Finished.

Please, please don't object.
Just do what I tell you.

-Wait here and don't make a sound. O.K.?
-O.K.

Whatever happens, don't intervene
and don't make a sound.

O.K.

-Selcuk, you'll break the door.
-Whore! Then open the door!

-Are you asking me?
-Who else, you fucking whore!

I'm scared.

I'll show you scared.

Don't threaten me.

Open the fucking door.

-Promise you won't do anything.
-Open the doooor!

-Promise me!
-Don't you understand I'm scared?

-O.K. I won't do anything.
-Do you swear?

-Yes, I swear.
-On everything?

-On everything!
-Even on your mother?

Even on my mother. Open it!

What took you so long?

I waited for you to calm down.

-Then why are you panicking?
-Selcuk, you promised!

Don't make me fuck my promise.

-Why are you panicking?
-I'm just scared.

-What are you scared of?
-You. Don't you get it?

You apologize and I believe you.

Then you descend on me
in the middle of the night.

When are you going to stop using fear
as an excuse for whoring?

Are you searching the apartment now?

Selcuk!

Why is this door locked?

My roommate must have locked it.

Open it!

-Are you nuts?
-Open it!

-You can't enter someone else's room.
-I told you to open it!

-I can't open someone else's door.
-Ozge!

-Open it!
-How can I open it? Am I a key?

-Where's the key?
-I guess she took it with her.

I don't believe you.

Am I lying?

It's something you do. Whore!

-Then break it! And that's something you do.
-Don't yell!

You search the apartment and
try to enter someone else's room.

-Bring the key or I'll break your nose.
-Stop!

Here, take it.

-What is this?
-Call and tell her you'll break her door.

-Why don't you call her?
-Don't yell!

You've insulted me.
Do you also want to shame me?

-Enough!
-Don't yell!

Sign here!

Yes?

-I was going to check on Mrs. Ozge.
-They're dressing her wounds.

-Can I just take a peek?
-I'll see. Excuse me.

She says she's fine,
but she doesn't want to see you.

Mr. Ahmet, breakfast is ready.

Mr. Ahmet?

Mr. Ahmet?

Are you asleep?

What is it?

-I got worried when you didn't respond.
-I'm fine; don't worry.

Your breakfast is ready.

I don't want anything.

-I hope you're not ill.
-I'm not. I just need some rest.

-Let me know if you need anything.
-Sure. Thank you.

-Mr. Ahmet?
-Yes?

We're leaving. Do you want anything?

No, thank you.

Would you like me to stop by later on?

I'll let you know if I need anything.

O.K. Good-bye.

Look at Daddy!

Look at Daddy!

Who is it?

It's me, Neriman.

I hope you weren't sleeping.

No.

-There's a power outage.
-It may last for a while.

I brought you some candles.

Thank you.

-Good night.
-Good night.

Who is it?

It's me, Ahmet.

Is something wrong?

May I come in?

Thank you.

FOR YAZGI AND NURHAYAT