All language subtitles for Hanim (Rafig_ Halit 1989)_WEBRip.1080p.x264.AAC_EN

MADAME

SCREENWRITERS:

Pity, Mrs. Olcay seems to
have completely lost it.

Is she taking her cat out
for a stroll in that cage?

She must have lost her marbles.

Living alone is tough. To have no one
but a cat to care for you...

Are you lot mocking Mrs. Olcay again?
Shame on you.

Don't you have anything better to do
than gossip about that poor woman?

Here.
Have some.

Have some, sweetie.

MUSIC:

DIRECTED BY:

Fatma!
Don't you hear the door!

I'm making meatballs,
my hands aren't clean.

You're still not done in the kitchen!

Mrs. Olcay.

Welcome.
Come inside, ma'am.

Thank you, Mrs. Muzeyyen.

I haven't seen Inci in a while.

I missed her, so I thought
I'd pay you a visit.

Of course.

Please, come on in.

The house is a bit messy
this early in the morning.

I don't mind.
I'm not some stranger.

Of course not.

Inci will be happy to see Hanim.

Hanim is in a cage.

Inci,

you should say "welcome"
to Mrs. Olcay first.

Welcome, Mrs. Olcay.

Thank you, my dear.
Look,

Hanim is here to see you.

That's great!
Hanim! Hanim!

Inci,

be careful, she might bite.

Don't worry,

she's good-natured.

Please, have a seat.

Let me get your coat.

Thank you, if it's not a problem...

- Welcome, Mrs. Olcay.
- Thank you Ms. Fatma, how are you?

Fatma, make us some coffee.
How do you take it, ma'am?

With sugar, please.

- One black, one with sugar.
- Alright.

Inci,

be careful, my girl.

Don't get scratched.

Don't worry,

Hanim knows the people who love her.

She knows Inci very well.

They used to play together
over at our place.

She adores cats—loves all
animals, actually.

That's why I brought Hanim here.

Why did you carry that huge cage
all the way over here?

Our street has a steep climb, too.

I don't mind.

I wanted to give Hanim

to Inci, as a present.

Hanim will be mine!
That's amazing, mom!

Tidy yourself up!
We have a guest in the house.

So what? I've been
working in the kitchen.

I meant no disrespect.

Of course.
I know how it is.

Thanks for the coffee, Ms. Fatma.

What kind of coffee is this?
There's no foam.

There was foam when I poured it.

It must've disappeared on my way here.

Inci loves playing with cats.

So I thought she should have Hanim.

That's very kind of you, Mrs. Olcay.

But Inci couldn't possibly accept
such a precious cat as a gift.

We all know how much you love her.

It would give me great comfort to know

that Hanim was being taken care of
by Inci, in your house.

Let's take her in mom, please!

Inci, leave the cat alone.
Get away from there.

It's difficult to take care of
a cat in an apartment flat, ma'am.

Inci nagged us about
getting a cat so many times,

but her father says that it's impossible.

With all the fur around

...and she'd tear up the furniture.

Inci, go to your room.

I apologize, Mrs. Muzeyyen.

It wasn't my intention
to cause you trouble.

Mom, look.
There she is again.

What's that? Is that
her cat in the cage?

It is. She's carrying that
out in the streets...

She must have completely lost her mind.

Hello, Mrs. Lutfiye.

Hello Nesrin, my dear girl.
Do you have time for a visitor?

Welcome, Mrs. Olcay.

We haven't seen you in a while,
where have you been?

The ship has turned into a wreck, captain.

There's a different problem every day.

- What is it this time?
- A boiler pipe is leaking.

Constantly hissing.

All roads come to an end.

We'll see how far she'll carry us.

This is a floating corpse,
not a boat, captain.

What do they expect of her?

It should be scrapped for parts.

A coal steamer, in this day and age...

And we have to suffer through it.

It's been with us for so long.

They should scrap this boat

and give us a shiny, diesel powered one.

Right, captain?

Don't be so ungrateful, sonny.

She might be old now,

but we've been earning our
daily bread all thanks to her.

That much is true, but I had to put up
with the repairs these past 5 years.

5 years for you, 35 years for me.

I've known this boat since
before you were born.

She was like a young maiden back then.

That was then.

My father used to be a wrestler.

Now, he can hardly hold his piss.

Right,

old age makes a fool out of everyone.

Welcome, Mrs. Olcay.

Hello.

Half a kilo of minced meat, please.

For meatballs or dolma?

For dolma.
Trim the fat off, please.

And half a kilo of beefsteak.

And, as usual, whatever
you can spare for Hanim.

We'll ground her some meat
from leftovers.

The change will do her good.
She's been eating liver.

And, if you have any bones,
I can make a broth with bread cubes.

Thank you, Mr. Halil.

Come again, Mrs. Huriye.

What's the matter,
why is the cat in a cage?

I'm looking for
a place to stay for Hanim.

A place that could take
good care of a cat.

Why can't you do it?

You're not the kind of lady
who'd get rid of her cat so easily,

as far as I know.

I didn't say I was getting rid of her.

I need to find someone
who can take care of her.

Good luck with that, Mrs. Olcay.

The neighborhood
is full of stray kittens.

No one bothers
taking care of cats nowadays.

That was all in the past.

Look what I've got for you.

Go on, have some.

Good evening, Mrs. Olcay.

Is your cat out getting some sea air?

Captain Necip, I'm in no mood
to laugh at your jokes.

What's the matter, what troubles you?

I've knocked on every door.

- No one wants to take Hanim(lady) in.
- What lady?

Hanim. My Hanim.
My cat, I mean.

So, Hanim is the cat...

You're looking for someone
to take care of her.

- Is that right?
- Yes, and there's no one.

Has she become a burden for you?

Why are you giving her away?

I should be on my way, Captain Necip.

It's getting late.

Farewell, ma'am.

Godspeed.

Goodbye.

TURKISH INSTITUTE OF ONCOLOGY

The ribbon did us no good.

No one wanted you.

I'm

dying, Hanim.

What'll become of you after I'm gone?

INSTITUTE OF ONCOLOGY

I had a feeling about the gravity
of my situation, doctor.

Then why, as an educated woman,
did you not act earlier?

Why didn't you consult a physician?

I've already told you last week...

It was easier for me

to be in denial about my illness,
I assume.

That's absurd.

Look, if you'd come here when
the pain and bleeding first started,

things could've been different.

We could've removed your uterus
and prevented the spread.

I experienced a similar pain and bleeding

after my husband passed away.

I thought it'd be similar.

No need to be embarrassed.

Were you shy about getting examined?

Yes, I guess there's that too...

This could've been controlled
with a local operation,

but by now, it's spread to your
intestines to a large extent.

It will require a much more complex
and time consuming operation.

If the outcome will not change,

maybe you don't need
to put me through all that.

I didn't say
"the outcome will not change."

- Don't lose hope in God.
- And, hope in medicine?

That too, of course.

We'll surely do whatever we can.

There's no empty room
at the clinic at this period.

Afterwards, I'd like for you to move here

for continued observation.

But Mrs. Olcay, we can't help you
if you keep ignoring my counsel.

I'll come when it's necessary.

But I must stay at home.

At least for a little while.

There's some business I must
take care of before I leave the house.

You mean family affairs?

You could say that.

Are your daughter and son in law
aware of your situation?

No. I haven't talked about it
with anyone.

Everyone has enough
on their plates already.

What's the point in upsetting them
if there's nothing that can be done.

Why should they think of me as a burden,

now that I've found myself
in such despair.

They won't say it to my face
but think to themselves:

"I wish she'd get on with it
and die already."

Just prescribe my painkillers, doctor.

My worry is that I won't be
able to endure the pain.

That is all.

I've welded the boiler pipes,

but something else might break
at any moment.

She's grown old and useless,
just like us.

All the metal parts are corroded.
It can't be helped.

It's telling you:

"That's it for me captain.
I can't do this anymore."

How much longer will she last, you think?

It's good for the next few days.

After that, I can't say.

Hanim...

It's me.
Were you waiting for me?

Here.

Come over here.

You must be hungry.

Here you go.

Hello?

Zehra, is that you my girl?

Is Ulku there?

She's there?

I'm her mother.

Yes.

Darling? Is that you?

How are you? How is your son?
Your husband?

You're doing fine.
Thank God...

No.

I had no urgent news.

I just wanted

to ask how you were doing.

Sure.

You must be busy.

I understand.
You were headed outside...

I'll keep it short.

Alright.

Goodbye.

Best wishes.

It's so odd...

You haven't changed at all.

For me, you've always stayed the same.

Canan, welcome my dear.

- We have a lesson today.
- Of course, I'd been waiting for you.

I can manage, thanks.

Let's prepare some tea,
then we can get to work.

Hanim, you're here as well!

Come here and give me a hug.

- Look, she's loving it.
- She never objects to being cuddled.

I wish I had a cat like Hanim.

Would you take good care of her?

And how!
She'd need for nothing.

If you wanted,

you could have a cat like Hanim.

I'd want that.
If you only knew...

- But...
- But?

I could never convince
my mother to get a cat.

- Doesn't your mom like cats?
- "Not in the house," she says.

My dad wants a cat, too.
But not my mom.

"As if it wasn't enough
that I have to deal with the kids,

"I'll have to take care
of a cat as well!" she complains.

She doesn't let us.

- Did you practice "Inci's Book"?
- I did, and I enjoyed it very much.

If you can perform it well enough,

we can also practice some of
Adnan Saygun's other works.

I'd like that.

But my mom doesn't like
the works of Turkish composers.

Is that so?
Why?

She says she doesn't like the melodies.

She wants me to only play
Chopin and Beethoven.

- And your dad?
- He likes "alaturca" music.

They can never agree on anything
when it comes to music.

If one of them likes something,
then the other one doesn't.

I think, "Inci's Book" is beautiful.

I always thought of Hanim
during the "Playful Kitten" piece.

Play this piece again
for me, from the beginning.

What's wrong?

- My God...
- Ma'am, what's wrong?

- Would you like some water?
- No.

Shall we call a doctor?

Ma'am, I'm getting worried!

There's nothing to worry about.
I'm fine now.

I suddenly felt a sharp pain.
It was nothing.

Do you have any medicine?
I'll get them for you.

I can get them.

Go on.

You keep playing.

Sit down.

I'll be listening to you.

Maybe we should have
cut the lesson short today.

I'm sorry you're not feeling well.

Don't worry, I'm alright.

It has passed now, whatever it was.

- Goodbye ma'am. Thanks for the tea.
- Thank you, dear.

Keep practicing.
I'll see you on Thursday.

Death walks in this house, Hanim.

It's here to take me away.

But, for whatever reason,

not today...

[Armenian] Akh, ter Astvats!

- I can't believe my eyes!
- Hello.

Hello, Mrs. Siranus.

And hello to you, too.
Please come in.

I'm so happy to see you!
How shall we celebrate

this joyous occasion!
What shall we do!

Please, have a seat.

- How are you, Mrs. Siranus?
- I'm alright, thankfully.

Make yourself comfortable.
How are you?

You look tired...

A bit sickly, perhaps?

Not at all.
I'm still standing, thankfully.

It's just old age.

What about yourself, Mrs. Siranus?
Any news from your son?

I do get news.

Old, distant, and vague news...

He's settled down in San Francisco.

He became a partner
in a small deli business there.

Perhaps he's even married by now,
I don't know.

It's as if I never gave birth to
a child named Bedros.

As if he never lived in Istanbul, he's
a complete stranger to this place...

His voice, his smell, his face...
They all feel distant.

Everything feels distant.

But what about your cats?
You have your cats.

Let it be.

If Bedros feels distant to you,

it makes no difference if he's in
Istanbul or San Francisco.

Maybe you're right.
It is as God wills it to be...

Anyway, what would you have?
Tea? Coffee?

Please, don't trouble yourself.

That won't do, my dear friend!

If you're not put off by all my cats,

I've brewed some tea,
we'll drink it together.

You've come all the way here,
I won't let you go so easily.

Who cares for cats the way that
we do, nowadays?

Move, let me pass.

There's no humanity
in this world anymore, my friend.

I'm the owner of
every corner of this flat.

We're not doing anyone any harm.

And yet, people gossip and
look for any excuse

to have a go at each other.

Everyone has an issue
with "Siranus' cats."

They call the cops, write letters
of complaint to the city hall...

The police was at my door.

I'm terrified of the police!

"How many cats are here?"
they ask.

"How do you feed them?"
they ask.

"Where do you find them?"
they ask.

But the worst of them is

this kid in our street...

He's twelve years old.

He's an absolute menace.

He strangles the cats!

The other kids of our street
started calling him "Cengiz the nutter."

And he is actually mad!

When he finds a cat, he breaks
their legs, cuts their tails...

He hits my cats, too!

"Siranus, you're a maniac!" he yells
after me. It's a disaster,

and no one knows of it!

Please, drink your tea.

I'm sorry, I keep going on
and on about my troubles.

- Don't mind me, drink your tea.
- Thank you so much, Mrs. Siranus.

Please, sit down, I wanted
your advice on something.

What's the matter?

Please, go on.

I'll soon have to go on a long journey.

Godspeed.

I think I'll be going to Egypt, we still
have property there, as you know.

One needs material possessions too,
at the end of the day.

I'm thinking of Hanim.

Who will I leave her with?

If I were to pay for all her
expenses to you,

would you take care of her?

Is that what's been bothering you?

You're too kind, my dear friend.

Of course I would!

Siranus has cats aplenty!

One more, one less—makes no difference!

She was around ten days old
when I got her from you.

Her mother had died
in a traffic accident.

She left four kittens behind.

You got one of them.

The other three...

I fed them myself, giving them milk
with an eyedropper.

Peri still lives with me.

But...
There's just one thing...

I'm not sure how to put it...

Your Hanim is accustomed to
living alone, like a princess.

I can't help but ask myself:

"Wouldn't she be unhappy
among this crowd?"

But there's no other way.

I can't leave her out in the streets.

Please, don't worry.

Of course I'll take her in.
How could I not!

That's how most of these cats
ended up with me.

They bring them to me saying,
"Please, Siranus, look after my cat..."

"I'll call you as soon as I get back!"

"Please, Siranus, my kid is sick

"and my husband is on edge.
Wait till my kid gets better

"and my husband has calmed down..."

The things I've seen...

In the end, no one ever calls again.

They abandon them, forget them,
and move on...

Look, that's Tabby.

That's Huysuz Virjin.

And there's Samur.

They're the forgotten ones.

There's no fidelity
in this world anymore.

But you're different.

I know that as soon as you get back,
you'll come here to fetch Hanim.

The expenses...

What do you mean, "expenses."

You think I could ever forget
all that you've done for me?

This might be a long journey.

Perhaps, even...

You go ahead and sort out your affairs.

Then we'll meet again.

Then, you can do more than
just buy liver for the cats.

These poor creatures need
a proper animal shelter.

Have you heard what
Yesim did the other day?

This guy asked her for a dance
and she said no

...the guy was so embarrassed!

- You coming to the disco this Friday?
- Not sure. If I can sort things out.

- You mean your folks?
- Nah, who cares about them.

It's Oktay.
He's giving me a headache.

- How long have you guys been together?
- Too long, over two months.

He starts a fight whenever
I dance with someone.

- As if I'm his private property!
- That's so silly.

Hanim, darling.

Let me gather myself,
and I'll feed you right away.

Here you are.

Here.

Here's your water.

Who's there?

Don't be afraid.
It's me.

My God!

What is it, Olcay?

What's causing you so much suffering?

Kemal?

You...

How can it be?
You're here...

I've come to see you.

I know that you need me.

I desperately need you.

But what can you do for me?

I'll talk to you,

I'll listen to you.

You must tell me everything.

I'm really sick, Kemal.

What is it?

Cancer.

It's in my womb.

But it's spread all inside me, it seems.

I'm done for.

There's no escape, as far as I can tell.

No one can know that.

Who takes care of you?

Who?

There is no one.

No one knows.

I've told no one.

Ulku.
Our daughter.

Where's she now?

When we parted ways

for the last time,

she was two years old.

She's married now.

We have a grandson.

Doesn't Ulku call you?
Why have you grown apart?

Ulku...

She's always busy.

She has no time to care for me.

You should've talked to her.
She's your daughter.

She should've looked after you
during your sickness.

She would have, if I asked her.

But I didn't want her to know
that I'm dying.

Solitude is not the answer.

Solitude isn't an issue, now.

You're here.
That's enough for me.

I'll visit you often from now on.

I'd love that.

But I look miserable,
you mustn't see me like this.

I must take better care of myself.

So you're saying that it's final,
Master Ragip...

Unfortunately, yes, Captain Necip.

The order has come from port authority.

The technical board's report says
that your ship is to be scrapped.

So,

what now?

Following the instructions,
the ship is to be delivered

to the directorate at the Halic Dockyard.

Your responsibility ends there.

The rest is up to the ship-breakers.

I'm sorry, would you like one?

No problem, I've stopped
using that poison.

Master Ragip,

this whole business has upset me.

As long as a ship is afloat,
it's good for sailing...

I look at this ship,

and it pains me to think that
they'll soon tear her apart.

So what if she leaks
all over the place...

Was there no other solution?

The corrosion is similar to cancer,
Captain Necip.

It means the end of life.

This ship has had its fill of life.

Hello, Mrs. Olcay.
What brings you here?

I'm watching the ships.

Every now and then I come here
to watch the ships go by.

This port is like a ship hospital for us.

Some ships get better
and get back to service;

however, for some, the situation
is hopeless—like our friend here.

What's hopeless about it?

Our steamboat is all corroded
and done for, they say.

What will become of her?

We got word, she's going to
the ship graveyard.

- You see, this will be her last voyage.
- Oh, no.

You can come on board
if you'd like to join this last trip.

You'll have a nice tour of the Bosphorus.

Well, if you say so.

Let's see what a "final voyage"
looks like.

I hadn't seen the Bosphorus
from the sea for such a long time.

This feels like the end of one world
and the start of another.

Those wooden mansions on the shoreline

have all disappeared,
with the people inside them.

You're right, Mrs. Olcay.

Humanity is disappearing, I think.

I'm not an educated man.

I don't know many flashy words.

It's humanity that's disappearing...

Being a gentleman, I mean.

What good's a mansion
if you can't act like a man?

I understand, Captain Necip.

I understand very well.

That's also why this boat here

has finally given up.

This poor steamboat belongs to
"the age of the gentleman."

She tugged all those
massive ships at the harbor.

It was heavy burden.

But it did it like a man.

All the boats nowadays are
pleasure vessels.

They're sort of like prostitutes...

pardon my language.

They serve to please.

All those motorboats, you know...

Things being what they are, this
gentle boat finally caved and said:

"I'm not getting involved in this.

"Get off my back. This world
is not for me."

Don't look down on this
tugboat, Mrs. Olcay.

This city owes a lot
to this poor little boat.

It did it all like a gentleman.

You know, Captain Necip,

whenever I'd see this little boat
from far away,

it'd remind me of days gone by.

The old ships of the Bosphorus
with their long funnels...

Oh, how I loved them.

There were those ferries of the city line

with big, black numbers
on their yellow chimneys.

You remember them?

Mrs. Olcay, how could I possibly
forget them.

They were the icons of the Bosphorus.

Those were the days.

Number 68 was Guzelhisar;
Number 65, Sarayburnu...

"Halas, the old man" was number 71.

Would you like one?

Thank you, Captain Necip.
I don't smoke.

They're all gone, now.

Why would this one stay?

As a young girl, I always dreamed of
marrying a ship captain.

But not one who sails to
the far off seas.

More like a captain
of one of those ferries.

Why, thank you Mrs. Olcay,
on behalf of all of us sea captains.

And I did actually end up
marrying a captain.

But...

Lieutenant Kemal, I know. He died at
the Dumlupinar disaster (naval accident).

We remember him dearly.

For us sailors, Lieutenant Kemal's
memory is venerated.

So, captain, what will you do
after you get off this steamboat?

I couldn't say.

Maybe I'll work on
a different ship for a while.

Maybe they'll give me
another job at the dockyard.

But this will also mark the end
for "Captain Necip", I imagine.

Here we are, our final destination.

That's it, then.

The story of this boat ends here.

"Excursions in the City Where
Nothing Remains but Memories."

This will be our subject for this week.

One of Cemal Resit Rey's works
that I like very much.

Then I'll like it too.

It might be a bit difficult
in the beginning.

The work appears to be dark
and impenetrable in character.

I'm sure you'll help me understand.

In this work, Cemal Resit Rey

expresses himself
in the face of an Istanbul

that he feels is disappearing,

by making use of visual symbols

and through certain sounds.

It's a difficult piece.

- Shall we start?
- Let's start, dear.

The first piece:
"The Graveyard."

Graveyard?

Shall I get the door?

No, dear, you keep practicing.
I'll see who it is.

Ulku.

Welcome.

Don't look so surprised, mom.

I'm just happy, that's all.

Happy that you remembered me...

Canan is inside.
I was tutoring her.

Let's go to the living room.

My daughter is here, Canan.
We're in the next room.

- We can take a break, if you'd like.
- No, you keep practicing.

- I'll check up on you.
- Alright, ma'am.

Haven't you grown tired of these
piano lessons after all these years?

No, why would I?

My job is to teach the piano.

Canan is the only student
that I have left.

She's a close companion for me.

There's at least someone
who knocks on my door.

Was that a jab at me?

Not at all.

Everyone has enough on their
plates already, I know.

Where's Selcuk?

I've missed my grandson.

He's with his father,

not with me.

With his father?

Why?

- We've been living separately with Agah.
- Did you quarrel?

No, we just decided to get a divorce.

Divorce? You make it
sound so easy.

It wasn't easy. I mean, it wasn't
easy for Agah to accept.

But he came to his senses.

It's for the best.
It wasn't working.

But why is Selcuk with his father

and not with you?

For a couple of reasons.

I'm at work.
I can't look after him all day.

You can't look after him. You can
hardly look after yourself.

But his father's mother can.

At least for a while.

- Then, there's...
- Yes?

There's another man in my life, mother.

I've wanted to talk to you about him.

Another man?
How can it be?

Does your husband know?

He does.

Who is he?

Someone I know?

I don't think so.
Ender is a musician.

But it's not the type of music
that you'd enjoy.

He's into pop.

You mean, entertainment music.

Your understanding of art doesn't
mean much to the youth of today.

Ma'am.

Is it alright if I leave?

Wait here.

If it's alright, may I take the sheets
with me? I'd like to practice at home.

Of course, my dear.

I'm sorry our lesson got
interrupted today, Canan.

We'll make up for it next week.

I'm surprised by what you've told me,

and saddened.

Especially for Selcuk...
what'll happen to him?

He's not the first kid whose
parents are getting a divorce.

After we get things sorted out,
he'll go to a boarding school.

Couldn't you take care of your own son?

It'd be difficult.

I have to be at work.

We're planning on opening
a boutique with Ender.

We'll need your help as well.

Of course, I'll do what I can.

Your happiness gives me peace.

- Could you support us?
- How do you mean?

We don't have enough money
for the down payment.

We have none, actually.

I probably won't be getting an
alimony from Agah, either.

I don't have any money saved up
to help you with.

I was thinking about you too when
we were planning this business.

You will no longer have to live on
your pension, giving piano lessons.

The house is falling apart.
Everything is covered in cat fur.

This is all I can manage by myself.

Let's sell this house.

With that money you could
live comfortably

and become a partner in our venture.

You'd have a steady income.

No. Don't ask this of me.

I can't sell this house

and change my arrangements
after all this time.

I have no complaints
about the way I live.

I knew you'd say that.

Ender talked me into asking you.

We've never seen eye to eye on anything.

Whenever we talk,
all you ever say is "me! me!"

You always want to have things your way!

Have you ever done
what I asked, for once?

If what you're asking is wrong,
why would I do it?

Same old story.
"I'm right, and you're wrong."

Who decides what's right or wrong?

If you're so right,
why are you all alone?

You have no one but that lousy cat.

Olcay.

Kemal?

You're here.

Are you in pain again?

And how.

Because of Ulku?

I couldn't raise her
the way that I wanted.

We're drifting further apart.

She's not a kid anymore.
Let her live her own life.

I did let her.

I don't feel any closeness to
anyone, anymore.

You must stop building walls
between you and other people.

I'm not.
Look, I have Canan.

She's closer to me than my own daughter.

You're not all she has in this world.

She has her own family.

Yes.

That's why, Hanim is the only thing
that ties me to this mortal world.

Poor thing...

What'll become of her after I'm gone?

I couldn't find anyone to
care for her. No one wants her.

Give her to Mrs. Siranus.

Her house is full of cats.

What would happen to Hanim
among all of them?

But it seems to be our last resort.

Your heart is full of kindness, Olcay.

A person like you can't live
in this world without being hurt.

That's why I've been longing to
meet you once again.

- But...
- But?

If only I could save Hanim...

After that...

Time is of no importance for me now.

I know that you'll come to me in the end.

I'll be waiting.

You haven't changed at all.

You looked the same the day you left.

And look at me now.

Do you still want me,

now that you see what I've become?

My only concern is your soul,

which has preserved its beauty.

Hello?

Agah?
Is that you?

My voice?
I'm fine.

I must've caught cold...

Of course I wouldn't mind.

You're bringing Selcuk along?

I'd be happy.

Of course, I'll be waiting.

When are you coming?

Now?
Sure, that's great.

I'll be waiting, son.
Goodbye.

Welcome!
Come in.

Hello, grandmother.

Welcome, my dear.

- I've missed you.
- What about me?

Hello, son.

- How are you doing, mother?
- I'm alright.

You look tired.

You've lost weight.

You mentioned you had a cold,

but it must've taken its toll on you.

It'll all pass...

Be comfortable.

Selcuk, you've grown so much
since the last time I saw you.

Selcuk is here to
bid farewell to his grandmother.

Is that so?

I'll be taking him to
Switzerland to study.

You're doing good.

I don't want to go.

But you will. You'll come to
love your new school.

I don't speak Switzerlandish.

They speak French at your school.

And you'll learn how to
speak French in no time.

It's so easy to learn
a foreign language, nowadays.

So you've made up your mind
to send him...

Hanim hasn't grown.

- Is she sick, like you?
- No.

God forbid.

Selcuk, our conversations here
might bore you.

Come on, let's go to the piano room.

Would you like that?

Alright, let's go.

Come, my dear.

Have a seat here.

You can browse through
your granddad's photo albums.

- If it's no trouble.
- Of course not.

I know how much you like
looking at photographs of ships.

Here.

Look.

These photos are all from your
granddad's time in the navy.

Thank you. You can talk
with my father.

- I'll stay here and look at the photos.
- You're so understanding, dear.

My sweet boy.

I assume Ulku has talked to you
about what's going on.

She did.
I'm sorry.

She talked to me, as she always does.

She refused to listen to
what I had to say.

She doesn't listen to anyone but herself.

Couples may occasionally
find themselves in disagreement.

But to this day, you never
mentioned something like this to me.

This time it's not a simple disagreement.

I assume you already know,

Ulku is now living with

a young musician from a night club.

What's worse is that,

she's doing this blatantly

and with a complete disregard
for anyone's privacy.

At this point, divorce
is our only solution.

Such a pity.
I'm sorry for Selcuk...

And for you too, of course.

Me too...

I don't think that

it will help Ulku in any way
if she destroys everything.

This situation has
deeply upset me, my son.

Is there anything I can do?

Even as a young girl
Ulku never listened to me.

Maybe it's because she
grew up without a father.

My words carry no weight.

I don't expect anything from you.

I just wanted to talk about this
situation honestly.

Of course.
I want that, too.

I'm taking Selcuk away.

It's better if he's away.

He might get hurt here.

I also have to inform you
of certain matters.

I hope you don't accuse me of
jealousy or anything else.

I have your interests at heart,
believe me.

The man that Ulku has let into her house

is known around as a lowlife
and a ruffian.

He probably thinks that Ulku is wealthy
and is looking to benefit from this.

I had a similar feeling.

She asked me to sell the house.

Please, don't!

It would do Ulku no good, trust me.

Thank you for your concern, my son.

I've been talking nonstop.

How are you doing?

It seems we've gotten lost in
our woes and forgotten about you.

How's your health?

You seem uneasy and restless.

No.

You're mistaken.
I'm alright.

Mother, please.

It feels like you're hiding something.

I've always regarded you
as my own mother.

Thank you, my son.

Those are the strains of
old age and loneliness, that's all.

Thank you for your concern.

I don't have any serious
complaints, thank God.

My dear boy.

Will I see you again...

Give me a hug.

Give your grandmother a big hug.

I'll come visit during the
semester break. Dad said so.

I'll stay with you and
my father's mother.

I won't stay with my mother, though.

My sweet boy.

Study hard.

Be a good person.

Good...

There's nothing in this life
that's more important than that.

Goodbye.

I will, grandmother.

Goodbye.

Take care.

Greetings.

- Welcome, captain.
- Thank you.

Come and have a seat.

Why are you huffing and puffing
like a ship that's tossed and driven?

- I'm not in the mood...
- Is everything alright, friend?

Is this considered "alright"
in your philosophy?

My ship's being scrapped.

You see, this captain's knot
is about to be untied.

They'll retire me soon.

What's wrong with any of that?

"The one upstairs" has willed it so.

We don't question why.

You're born.

You live.

You die.

Your ship won't be the first one
in history to get scrapped for parts.

Who knows how many ships
it's been since the Phoenicians.

And how many captains found themselves
one day without a livelihood.

It's tough, my friend.

Make your peace with it.

Anything that you can't overcome,
you have to accept.

Make peace with it.
There's no other way.

Unlike you, I haven't looked for peace in

asceticism, prayer,

and seclusion in a hermitage.

Is there a better hermitage
than this world itself?

You're a child of this world, after all.

Ihsan,

a black coffee for the captain here,
with sugar on the side.

- It's on me.
- Sure thing, Father Poyraz.

What's the matter, Father Poyraz?

You've found yourself
lost in deep conversation.

You've forgotten about us this morning.

Greetings, my friends.

This morning, we're shooting
the breeze with the captain here.

I'm trying to make the captain
accept that he's being retired.

Excuse my absence.

Canan, come inside my dear girl.

I've brought the sheet music back, ma'am.

Let me get your coat.
Did you study?

How did you like "Excursions in the City
Where Nothing Remains but Memories"?

You know,

it was difficult at first,
but I grew to like it as I practiced.

It has a unique style.
I played it for my mom, too.

And?
Did she like it as well?

No.
Mom didn't like it.

"This music reeks of death," she said.

What did you think?

I'm not sure.

To me it all felt like a fairy tale.

The castle walls,

the cisterns,

the ancient streets...

The graveyard.

Like grieving for all the beauty
that has been lost...

What do you think?

Perhaps both you
and your mother are right.

I also like "Inci's Book" very much.

Won't you give me similar works
for me to practice?

I would like that.

But my health has been
deteriorating in my old age.

I can't be of enough help to you.

That's not true!

I was thinking, maybe we should
find you another tutor...

It'd be the right thing to do.

And I wouldn't want to get paid
when I don't deserve it.

But I want to continue
on the path you've set for me.

Is there another tutor who can
teach me about Turkish composers?

If you're so interested...

Here.

You can have them all.

Erkin, Saygun, Akses...

This is all the sheet music
that I have for Turkish composers.

They're my gift to you.

Ma'am,

I can't accept such a gift.

You will, because I truly believe

that you'll make
better use of them than I did.

A last piece of advice from me to you.

Pay no heed to others.

Live the way you believe is right.

Follow whatever your heart
tells you to be true.

Thank you so much!

I'll practice them all
and play for you one day.

Wait, dear, don't hug me.
I'm not well, I have a cold.

It's alright,
I'm not afraid of a little cold.

God forbid!

- There's one more thing.
- What is it?

My father. He's still not back
from Ankara.

That's why I don't have
your fee for today.

It's fine.

Come here, my girl.

Come, sweetie.

You must be hungry.

I know.

I'll prepare your food right away.

Are you full?

You sweet thing.

Sadly, our kingdom here
is nearing its end.

I don't feel good, Hanim.

I will have to leave you.

You'll be one of Mrs. Siranus' cats
from now on.

I'm looking for Siranus.

Where's Mrs. Siranus?

Ma'am has gone to America.

To America?

- When?
- His son was here to take her.

What about the cats?

- What did she do with them?
- She left them with me.

I'm the apartment's caretaker.

She paid me well,
but I couldn't look after them.

They kept meowing
and screaming day and night.

The residents filed a complaint
to the city hall.

Then some men came from the
municipality and poisoned them.

Poisoned them?

All of them?

All of them. Then they carried
the carcasses away.

Who the hell feeds
cats in an apartment...

What's wrong, lady?

Calm down, sis.

All gone...

They're all gone...

You poor things...

There goes our last hope, Hanim.

Siranus is no more.

She's gone.

And those poor cats...

Dear God!
It's terrible...

There's no humanity
in this world anymore.

This must be the end of the world.

What am I to do?

- That hag's talking to a cat.
- Must be a basket case.

- What's her deal?
- Let's see.

What's up grandma?
You talking to a cat?

When you have no one to talk to,
you can talk to cats,

dogs—and even to the rocks and the earth.

What were you saying to the cat, mum?

I was saying "there's no humanity
in this world anymore."

Is that why you're keeping it in a cage?

We thought it was for sale.

Why would I sell her!

Its hide would make a fine fur collar.

What kind of talk is that!

It's got quality fur.

What's the asking price, mum?

Stop it!
Don't touch Hanim!

We just want to look at the cat.

What's going on here, lads?

Nothing.

The lady has this cat for sale.
We were bargaining.

What "sale"!

Have you all lost your minds?

Leave me alone!

We were trying to help you out.

That's enough of that.
Beat it, lads.

- We didn't do anything.
- I said be on your way!

Let's go.

What's going on, Mrs. Olcay?
Were they disturbing you?

Have people lost all sense of decency?

Cruelty and ruthlessness
has tainted everyone!

Is something bothering you?

They've killed them.

Every last one of them!

Who did they kill, Mrs. Olcay?

My God, how could they have done this?

Who did this?

The municipality.

They've killed them all!

Who did the municipality kill?

Mrs. Siranus' cats!

There isn't even one left!

Mrs. Siranus' cats?

Yes.

I went to her place to leave
Hanim with Mrs. Siranus.

Siranus had many cats;
she cared for all of them.

She was to take care of Hanim, too.

But his son was here,

and he took her to America.

And the municipality workers
poisoned all of her cats!

Those monsters!

Ah, I see what this is about.

Terrible.
Terrible...

I hadn't felt this kind of sorrow

since Dumlupinar sank
and I lost my husband.

Don't you have other things
to worry about, Mrs. Olcay?

Why make such a big deal out of this?

What are you saying, Captain Necip?

Did you not understand?
They've killed all the cats!

Why beat yourself up over some cats?

The streets are full of them.

They're useless and ungrateful
animals, the whole lot of them.

I've never liked them one bit.

And I don't like you one bit,
Captain Necip!

I tried to console her and
ended up adding insult to injury.

I made a mess out of it all.

And that was that.

All that the woman can
think about is cats.

Sounds like you touched a sore spot.

I sure did, friend.
Sure did...

I was always trying to act like
a gentleman around Mrs. Olcay,

but I slipped up.

The folly of ignorance...

I know that you've been hopelessly
in love with Mrs. Olcay for ages.

These are the fruits of unrequited love.

"Hopelessly."

You're right about that.

Her husband was an officer in the navy.

The captain of a warship.

And I'm

the captain of some tugboat.

You see...

For years, I loved no one else but her.

Maybe I too should've gotten married

and settled down;

then, my dearly departed mother
could've had grandchildren.

Right?

It's pointless to mull over the past,
Captain Necip.

What's done is done.

But there are ways to atone.

The two of you are lonesome spirits.

Nevertheless, these two spirits
just could not meet.

Something's not right in all this...

But what?

That I don't know.

What are you doing, Olcay?

I knew you'd come.

That's why I was trying to
tidy myself up.

There's no need for make up.

I look miserable.

I don't want you to see me like this.

I feel ashamed.

I'm your husband.
There's no need to be shy.

I'm rotting from the inside.
I can smell it.

But I can't wash it away
no matter how hard I try.

Doesn't Ulku attend to your needs?

She's cross because
she doesn't know that I'm dying.

Otherwise she'd be waiting by
my bedside to grab my inheritance.

Is she really that vile?

Who knows? Maybe I'm
the one who's vile.

One thing's for certain:

We don't value the same things in life.

As usual, you hold firmly
to your own values

and refuse to make any concessions.

I guess you're right.

And that's why

I'll leave her nothing when I'm gone.

I'll leave it all

to a charity

for them to look after my cat.

MY LAST WILL

That is no way to treat your daughter.

She wouldn't let Hanim go hungry.

I hope you're right.

If you only knew how attached
I've become to this cat...

She was the only one who shared
my loneliness these last few years.

A lady who no longer has a place
in this world.

I feel like I see myself in her,
from time to time.

She's been brought up so well that

she no longer has a right to exist
out there in the streets.

We're not strong enough
to change that fact, Olcay.

Everything changed so much
after you were gone.

Only little remains of the world
that you and I used to live in.

Every time I step outside this house,

I feel more and more like a stranger
in this new world.

I miss you.

I've come to take you by my side.

I'm ready for it.

I'm happy that I'll be by your side.

But I'm worried about something...

What is it?

You know,

I've never been one for prayers.

I don't know how to plead to God.

Shouldn't one be praying

as they are departing from this world?

Don't worry, others will pray for you.

Let us go now.

- She's not home, I guess.
- Maybe she's out getting food for her cat.

Please, dad, let's wait a little.

We can't wait long.
I have business to attend.

Can I wait?

No. We came together,
we leave together.

Let's leave these at the door.

FROM CANAN AND HER DAD,
WITH LOVE

It's ringing, but she's not picking up.

She must've taken her cat out for a walk.

She couldn't have been out
every single time.

I've kept calling.

The flowers are from Canan and her dad.

It's the 27th today.

They're from 11 days ago.

The door hasn't been opened since then...

Something's off.

Mom wouldn't take off and
leave the cat alone

for such a long time.

- Don't you have a key?
- No.

- I'll look for a way inside.
- Please do.

Ender!

Come here!

Quick!

She didn't get to meet you.

We should call the authorities.

Hello?

Is this information services?

May I get the number for
the forensics hospital?

Yes.

One second, let me write it down.

Yes?

Thank you.

MY LAST WILL

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With Mrs. Olcay's passing, my last
bond to this world has been severed.

I'll have to drag this
wretched body around

until death finally comes for me.

And I'll have to do it all by myself.

If your bonds to the people
you loved were firm and true,

then they won't break.

And death is not the end; it's moving
from one house to the other.

Close your eyes.

You can't see me, but I linger on.

I'm here.

You're the one who can't see.

Those with the eyes to see

can peek

into both worlds...

Goodnight, then.

- Thanks for everything.
- Goodbye, my friend.

I know.

She's looking at us now.

Watching us, from somewhere.