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Don't prod the pomegranate inside me I'm wearing a white shirt... Birhan Keskin

You were sIeeping so sweetly. What an angeI. CaIl you later.

- Morning. - Morning, Mustafa. How's things?

Fine, AbIa. l sent the wife and boy back to the viIlage for a few days.

- Herfather's not too welI. - Sorry to hearthat.

Those guys downstairs have gone off and left the dog at home.

The animal's been howIing non- stop since yesterday.

OK, have a good day.

Ah, it's my director! HeIlo?

l'm fantastic. How are you?

Oh no, are you serious?

l hope you're over it soon.

In that case..

The rehearsal's off then.

OK, I'lI wait to hear from you.

Get weIl soon.

Who are you looking for?.

Dr Sema Hanim.

Kurucesme Avenue No 85, FIat Three.

- What do you want with Sema Hanim? - I have an appointment.

An appointment. But Dr Sema Hanim doesn't see patients at home.

I'm not a patient. It's a private appointment.

Go up three fIoors.

- Who is it? - Me.. Asuman.

Asuman?

We made an appointment.

Dr Sema Hanim?

It's the right address, isn't it?

We said Thursday morning at 10.00. You said it was your day off.

- What was it about? - Yourfortune. Having yourfortune told.

l'm Asuman.. GuIer Hanim's fortune-telIer.

- GuIer Hanim gave you my number. - GuIer?

GuIer the Iawyer? Oh, right. Fortune-teIling.. Yes.

Come in, come in. Forgive me.

You needn't have taken them off. Whatever.. There, go through.

- The weather's so gloomy today. - Aha.

- It gets to a person. - Yes.

And I came out as I am, without an umbreIla.

Does Guler have you teIl herfortune regularIy?

She caIls at least once a month. She's very pIeased with me.

And she was nice enough to teIl you about me.

Have a seat. I've kept you standing. Forgive me.. l forgot you were coming.

- I was about to go out. - That's onIy natural.

Doctors have a lot on their minds. It's a very hard job.

Speaking for myseIf, I couId never have been a doctor.

I don't have the brains anyway.

But you telI fortunes. You've even convinced GuIer Hanim.

GuIer beIieves in nothing she can't actualIy see. She's a total positivist.

Posi.. What?

Forget it. I mean, you do a great job telIing fortunes.

I wouldn't know. lt's not like l teIl fortunes.

How do you mean?

I don't telI fortunes. I see things.

I don't understand what l see either.

Two years ago they came to me. I was realIy down.

I started seeing shapes and things.

l Iook at something. It could be anything. A puddIe..

A patch of damp on the waIl..

Clouds..

Even those pomegranates there.

Say a bag goes missing, l'Il sense where it is.

Pardon me forsaying so, but if there's cheating in a marriage...

...l'Il pick up the smeIl like it was freshly cut meIon.

A voice whispers in my ear: tuIip, tulip.. Along with a number.

And there, out comes the address of the man's secret love nest.

Tulip Street.

The wives are gratefuI.

That's how l came to be known in lstanbul. lt's worked out weIl.

There's an imam in our neighbourhood. Even his wife came to me.

She said it was a sin though. l toId her it was no sin.

My thing isn't fortune- teIling.

I don't telI fortunes. You teIl your fortune yourseIf.

l just say what's echoing in my ear and you make sense of it.

There, l'm a bit cuckoo.

- Would you Iike coffee? - lf it's no troubIe.

But not your pozi- thing coffee.

If we're to read your coffee cup, we need proper Turkish coffee.

- l can't make Turkish coffee. - Let me do it, if it's OK by you.

Besides, my touch is needed forthe grinds to be readabIe.

Then l met Guler Hanim, the lawyer. She's a mighty troubIed Iady.

When she mentioned you and said would l go to you...

...l said of course.

I hear from GuIer Hanim you've never had your fortune toId.

The hardest jobs in the worId are the most simple ones.

What's so hard about brewing coffee? WelI, getting it just right.

lf you put in too IittIe coffee, the grinds won't stick to the cup.

And if you put in too much, it clouds over yourfortune.

Everything has its measure. But on the finest scale.

How are you doing, darIing? l'm good. Didn't get up tilI Iate.

Sure, I guessed it was an emergency.

Me?.. Nothing. Just hanging out at home.

No, the rehearsaI's off. l have nothing on alI day.

l don't feel like going out in this weather.

I'm about to have coffee.

Listen, do you beIieve in fortune- teIling?

I don't know, any kind. Coffee cups, pIaying cards..

No reason. It just came to mind. OK, anyway, forget it.

When wilI you be done at work?

OK, whenever. l'Il be home the whole time.

Don't work too hard. See you later.

I guess you're married.

Yes.

But l'm as good as widowed.

My husband's been bedridden for 12 years.

I have a daughter.

And a grandchiId. Or l had one.

We lost her.

We almost lost my daughter too.

Anyway, she pulIed through.

Sorry to hear it. Must be hard.

Very hard.

Very hard.

Is something wrong?

No, it's passed.

They were just passing. lt happens.

Who was passing?

On calm, quiet nights...

...the wind suddenly blows through the Ieaves on the trees.

As though the tree is taIking.. Whispering..

Our imam's wife calIs them djinns. You're dalIying with djinns, she says.

No good comes of their taIk, she says.

But then she comes to see me.

lt's hard to expIain.

They don't speak the Ianguage of this world.

It can't even be caIled speaking.

I just sense it.

WelI, what did they just say? The djinns.

Never mind. Don't be afraid. lt's bIown over.

This has to get coId, right?

Let me run and get some clothes on. Here you are and l'm not even dressed.

- lt doesn't matter. - l'Il be right back.

Is it done?

Yes.

I was going to say.. I've never had my fortune told. This wilI be a first.

l don't have much cash on me. What do you charge? GuIer didn't say.

Whatever you feeI Iike.

But there must be a going rate. Is it 50, 100?

Three hundred? ReaIly, I have no idea.

lf you don't have it now... lt can wait tilI next time.

I guess people you see get addicted. You're very sure of yourself.

There was a star above you. lt's gone now.

- What? - A star.

lt was hanging above your head, but it's gone now.

- But how couId you know? - What?

About the star. The starfish.

l was very young. My dad caught a huge starfish in Bodrum. This big.

We dried it in the sun. Of course, it shrank a bit in drying.

We brought it back to lstanbul and hung it in my bedroom.

For years it hung there by my bed, just above my head, right here.

l was home the other day. The damp had got to it. Mum had thrown it out.

But how couId you know that?

You mean stars can be fish?

Sure. They're a kind of sea animaI. Starfishes.

I've never heard of them. Neverseen one.

- Have you never been to the sea? - Never. I don't like the sea.

Stars orwhat have you. I don't like fish either.

Haven't you seen them on TV either? In documentaries orwhatever?.

Here, that's what they're like.

Ours was bigger, of course.

- Are you OK? - Yes, fine. I suddenly feIt dizzy.

l guess l overdid it with the wine Iast night.

HopefuIly you enjoyed it.

Don't coffee cup readers take a more classic Iine?

I don't know.. You have a heavy heart, say.

Or, there's a wish inside you. lt'lI come true by the third count.

Your head's fuIl of crooked writing. Like it's carved in clay.

- You have to be kidding! - What's wrong?

- It's Sumerian. - What?

I studied Sumerian at university.

For a year or two. Before medicine. When my mind wasn't made up.

Do they write differentIy from us?

The Sumerians were a peopIe who Iived thousands of years ago in Mesopotamia.

They died out long ago.

- So no one speaks their Ianguage. - No, it's a dead language.

Why wouId anyone want to learn the language of the dead?

WeIl, you've learned the language of djinns, right?

I haven't learned it. lt just happened.

My parents are both teachers. When l got a place at university...

...to read Sumerian, they were Iivid. They thought I'd never get a job.

TypicaI civiI servant mentality. ln the end, l had to go for medicine.

But seriously, I can't get over it. Two out of two.. Spot on.

How do you do it? Or did GuIer teIl you?

- Gulertold you for sure, huh? - Dr Sema Hanim, l don't teIl lies.

l don't sound you out Iike some trouble- making spy.

I say what I feeI that moment, what I see. No monkey business.

OK, OK. What eIse do you feeI?

There's a woman. She's holding a heart in her hand.

- That woman isn't you. - Whose is the heart?

- Yours. - So if she squeezes it, I'm dead.

There's a giant black butterfly on her neck.

A black Iie butterfly.

The woman holding the heart.. lf the heart is yours...

...she's told a Iot of lies. She's Iied to you as weIl.

Don't you see anything good for me?

No.

Darkness.

OnIy darkness.

- Murder.. - Hey, what are you saying?

Oh, precious.

You're so pretty, so welI- mannered. Could you realIy be a kiIler?.

What is this? The djinns talking again?

If someone came to me and said, "My grandchild is dead."

"My daughter aImost died too. She was saved at the Iast minute..."

...l'd ask them what happened. l'd wonder. I'd ask. Everyone wouId.

- You didn't ask. - What does that mean?

Wouldn't a person wonder? WouIdn't they ask?

OK, forget the fortune- telIing. I can't handle working- class weirdoes...

My legs don't work.

My legs don't work.

Don't worry, it won't kilI you.

Fuck! How could l be so fucking stupid?

It's Iike a dream. You want to shout, except no sound comes out.

But you aren't in a dream now. CaIm down.

Look, there's nothing valuable here.

My purse is in the bedroom. There's 250 Iira in it.

That's aIl. Take the lot, just don't touch me!

Sema Hanim, don't taIk rubbish. l'm not a thief.

Stop! Don't close the blinds.

The neighbours are so cIose.

Drugs? You drugged me?

Just caIm down, Abla, and l'Il expIain everything.

Abla, huh? What do you want, freak? You drugged me! You drugged me!

Yes, I drugged you! Just be quiet and Iisten!

It's your drug, this.

l paid an orderly 200 Iira for it at your hospitaI.

Try as you Iike, you won't be abIe to move for an hour or two.

You want me to teIl your pomegranate fortune?

'Sweetheart'.. lt's your sweetheart caIling.

He'lI have to wait a bit.

What do you want from me? What do you want?

There's no money here. No gold. Look if you like.

Take whatever you want and go. Just don't touch me.

I'm not after your money. How many times do l have to teIl you?

What do you want then? What have I done to you?

Nothing. My grandchiId and daughter.. What happened, happened to them.

l don't know you. l've never met you before now.

Why wouId I care about your grandchiId and daughter?

I have a child, my daughter, SeIin.

My onIy chiId.

Selin was my first chiId.

Then something happened. l couldn't have any more chiIdren.

I went hungry to feed her, went without clothes to cIothe her.

She even went to university. She became an accountant.

She has a career and a husband.

Her Iife is quite different from the neighbourhood girls.

I brought up my girI on my own. I went cIeaning for the rich.

I wasn't fortune- teIling then either. I worked my backside off, alI alone.

Listen to me, Dr Sema. Pay attention.

I came so you'd listen to me.

My Selin had a chiId too. Menekse.

A IittIe girI, pretty as a dolI. Just two months old.

One night she broke out in a fever. We took her to hospitaI.

They kept her in and gave her an injection.

She died before the night was out, went stiff in my girl's arms and died.

- She was only just... - Enough! Why are you telIing me this?

Listen, Dr Sema! Menekse died in yourward.

It has nothing to do with me. l know nothing about it.

Of course you do. You're head of the ward there, aren't you?

My daughter knows you.

She gabbled your name for days, muttered, how can she be a doctor?

The drug I put in your coffee is what was in Menekse's injection.

You've seen what it does to a fulIy grown woman.

But in the report you bIamed my girI. You said the motherwas at fault.

- You wrote she negIected the baby. - I didn't write that.

Yes, you did. See?

Your signature's there at the bottom.

- I didn't write that. - You did, Dr Sema.

Would my SeIin neglect her baby?

Poorthing, she couldn't take those words, 'mother's fauIt'.

She swaIlowed a bottIe of piIls. Anyway, we got there just in time.

She felI into depression. She eats nothing, drinks nothing.

No, she does drink. Every day, in secret, whatever she can find.

She Ieft her job, moved in with me.

She won't speak to her husband, she won't speak to anyone.

- l didn't write it! l'm not Sema! - You ruined my girl's life, Sema Hanim.

Sit down and write a new report.

I'm not Sema!

Then sign it and stamp it. My daughterwilI get her Iife back, her mind.

l'm not Sema!

Look, Abla. Look, my friend. l get the idea about your story.

l'm sorry about everything. But I'm not Sema.

Look, Sema is this woman here. See? That's her.. And me. My name's Deniz.

l have nothing to do with what you're saying.

But also.. Sema wouldn't write a report like that, something untrue.

Sema is an honest woman. She has a reputation.

Everyone Iikes and respects her.

She's into a ton of aid campaigns, she sees the poor in the east forfree.

- No way wouId she... - You're wasting yourtime, Sema.

I know you wrote it. Now it's best if you sit and write a new...

God, are you psycho? I'm telIing you I'm not Sema!

You're just an ignorant, miserabIe woman.

What do you understand about drugs or doctor's reports? How do you know?

- l've seen. I know. - Seen what for God's sake?

You just see things, you trip out. The djinns toId you, did they?

"This report is false.. Sema is a murderer.."

You haven't even woken up to who I am yet.

I lied to you straight out about being Sema and you swaIlowed it.

You purposeIy wrote a faIse report to save the hospitaI.

You don't know shit! You're wacko! Paranoid!

l'm not Sema! I'm not a doctor! Sema doesn't lie!

lf you knew the troubIe you're in. What you've done is intrusion.

You'lI rot in jaiI. I hope to God you...

HeIp!.. Help! Save me!

Are you OK? Deniz Hanim!

- What's up? What's with the noise? - What do you mean?

- Out of the way! - Mustafa, save me! Mustafa!

Deniz Hanim? Deniz Hanim, what's up? Oh my God!

Deniz Hanim, who's this? What's going on?

Some psycho. She thinks I'm Sema.

Sema Hanim?

What do you want with Sema Hanim? Who are you?

- If you aren't Sema, who are you? - l toId you, my name's Deniz.

- So Sema's that woman. - Yes, her! I'm not the woman you want.

I thought you sensed everything, you saw everything.

Those djinns who telI you everything forgot the most important detail.

- Who are you? The caretaker?. - What's it to you?

- How come you're here waving a gun... - You're sure this isn't Dr Sema?

What do you want with Dr Sema Hanim? What business do you have...

Quiet!

Stop! Get overthere.

Then we'lI have to sit and wait for Dr Sema to come back.

- Can l Iower my hands? - Sit down.

You don't know the troubIe you've got yourseIf in.

lntrusion, hostage- taking. You'Il be in jaiI for Iife now.

Deniz Hanim, what's this about? How did we Iand up Iike this?

This woman's grandchild.. A baby.. Died in Sema's hospital.

The Iady bIames the hospital. She says they gave an out- of- date injection.

Sema signed a report saying it was the mother's fauIt.

She says the report's a Iie and she should change it.

What? What do you mean a lie? Sema Hanim saved my kid's Iife.

Say what you Iike about anyone, but not Sema Hanim. I won't alIow it.

Sema Hanim wouldn't put hersignature to a lie.

- She did this time. - How do you know?

The Iady's a fortune- teIler. She has her djinns.

They come and telI her the truth about everything.

- A fortune- teIler?. - A sociaIite fortune- teIler!

She bust her gut to find Sema. She came to telI her fortune.

As far as I know, Sema's never had her fortune toId.

When something came up in A&E, l guess she forgot. She didn't teIl me.

I was an idiot for a second. l said I was Sema.

Just forthe helI of it. She drugged me. My legs don't work.

Two hours. Then they'lI come back.

So it's Iike you had a dream. The djinns spoke to you.

And you came to get revenge on Sema Hanim, right?

Not revenge. The dead don't come back.

AIl I want is for Sema to correct that faIse report she wrote.

Sema Hanim doesn't do Iies. How can you be taken in by djinns...

...grab a gun and raid a flat? You should fear God!

Father God has given up on me. That was long ago.

I don't know what I did. l've no idea what my sin was.

I've never Iied, never stolen.

I did my cleaning, said my prayers. Or used to.

l'd fast.

But He aIways found me.

Punishment after punishment, test after test.

He crippIed my husband. He took my grandchiId to heaven.

He took my daughter's mind.

He must know something, l said. lt's my destiny, I said.

- But I've nothing Ieft to fear now. - Repent!

- Repent, woman! - I have. How many times..

I must have sinned by mistake, l said. Forgive me, God. I won't do it again.

The same thing over and again.

ln the end, a voice came from the shadows in the dark.

Only the shadows understand my troubIes, I said.

- I may as welI Iisten to them. - God forgive you!

Abla.. Too bad, you've totalIy lost it.

But God has mercy on people who crack up, on crazies.

Too bad, you're off in cIoud- cuckoo- Iand.

Look, no one's been hurt yet. Just drop this before it's too late.

- Mannak!

- Huh? - Mannak Noni

- What are you talking about? - Mannak Noni! Mannak Noni!

- What are you talking about? - l don't know. There's a voice.

Awoman. That's aIl she's saying. Mannak Noni, Mannak Noni!

Woman, I'lI smash you to pieces! What in helI are you taIking about?

Don't move or I'lI shoot! Take one step and I'lI shoot.

I don't know what it means. I don't know who she is.

Mannak Noni. That's what l heard.

Who in helI are you?

Don't you dare answer. Throw it over here right now.

l've.. I've.. Oh God, I've wet myself.

Please, heIp me. I can't sit like this.. Please!

Pick the girI up.

Carry her to the bathroom.

Come over here.

Go inside.

Shut the door.

- Are you from our vilIage? - We're from IstanbuI.

- You know anyone from the viIlage? - How do I know?

- How do you know? - What?

- Mannak.. Mannak Noni. - l don't. You're the one who knows.

Here. You want anything else?

Mannak! Mannak Noni!

Mannak! Mannak Noni!

Abla?

Let me out of here. I can't take it. Open up, open the door!

Come out.

Carry the girl back.

Mustafa, listen. The burglar aIarm by the door..

There's an emergency number. 2233. It connects to the poIice station.

- 2233. Remember, 2233. - OK, 2233, but the woman has a gun.

- C'mon, a guy Iike you. Whack her.. - Abla, that woman's something eIse.

- She knows things. She freaks me out.. - C'mon, out of there!

Can you grab me that bottIe? The vodka overthere?

Deniz Hanim, l don't have a problem with you.

If you hadn't said you were Dr Sema, none of this would've happened to you.

- So l'm sorry. - And she says she's sorry!

- She's totalIy out of her mind. - l had no choice Ieft.

l went to the newspapers.. Nothing. l caIled the TV channels.

l even calIed Seda Sayan. They wouldn't let me speak to her.

The Iawyer said the hospitaI was beyond him because their Iawyers were so good.

RealIy big hospitaI, he said.

l didn't want to go there. My son in Iaw took us there.

Best one, he said. He had some speciaI insurance...

l've been after Dr Sema for a year.

They won't even Iet me in the hospitaI any more.

lf it weren't forfortune- teIling, I wouldn't be here now.

- Anyway, thanks to Guler Hanim... - God damn Guler!

She put you onto us, didn't she? I just don't get it.

An aduIt woman.. She has a career, a relationship.

She's happy, healthy, has money.. Why fortune- telIing?

She sends the hag along to us. So we get to hear her bulIshit too.

Deniz Hanim.. It seems Iike the Abla's djinns speak the truth.

- What? - l mean, it's not bulIshit.

- She knows something. - Don't you start, Mustafa.

Mannak Noni's talking to her.. See? She just did.

What is Mannak Noni?

ln our vilIage, when l was smaIl, there was a crazy bitch. WelI, woman.

But she was like my mum's age.

She used to wander round the hilIs shouting "Mannak Noni, Mannak Noni!"

That's aIl she said. Like some wind- up doIl.

But I telI you, she was beautifuI, Iike no otherwoman in the viIlage.

She was like taIl, umm, sIim, great figure. Crazy, but beautiful.

So?

She just Iooked at me and said, "Mannak Noni!". Didn't you, AbIa?

How do you know Mannak Noni?

l'm going to lose it! For God's sake, how do you know Mannak Noni, AbIa?

The crazy know the crazy.. How do you think?

She knows someone from your viIlage. Someone must have told her.

lt's not that simpIe, Abla. It's not that simple.

Our AbIa here.. She's different. l mean, l'm...

What?

I mean, there's no way. No way can she know Mannak Noni.

The djinns were here just now. And they told the woman. For sure.

My Iegs are tingling.

The effect's wearing off. Wiggle them round a bit.

You'lI be on yourfeet soon, don't worry.

The dog's been quiet for ages.

l wonder if they're back downstairs?

He has a Iife too, Abla. Poor thing must be asIeep.

Besides, l'd have heard if they'd come back.

My eyes aren't up to much, but my hearing's Iike a fox.

Deniz?

Sweetheart, were you sIeeping there?

What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

Have you been drinking?

Naughty girI.

l'm starving. l'm making myself a sandwich. Do you want anything?

- Sema! - Yes, honey?

Are you OK?

Fine. I'm great.

Had a Iong nap... This damn weather's done me in.

Didn't you have a rehearsal today?

No, Ismet calIed to canceI.

- Who's Ismet? - The director. I guess he's sick.

And with nothing to do aIl of a sudden, l..

l had such a weird dream, sweetheart.

But everything was so reaI, I can't telI you.

lt was here, at home, unbeIievabIy vivid.

You'd asked a fortune- teIler over.

A fortune- telIer? Me! Far out!

That's not aIl. The fortune- telIer thought l was you.

- No, l toId her I was Dr Sema. - Ah, but why?

I don't know. For the heIl of it.

But she didn't exactly come to teIl yourfortune. She was out for revenge.

Revenge forwhat? Good grief, some dream.

The woman's grandchiId had died on yourward.

And you'd tried to hush it up. She was showing me yoursignature.

That's dire. What's bubbling away in yoursubconscious, sweetheart?

The woman literalIy had us hostage. Mustafa, the caretaker, was there too.

We were sitting here waiting for you. God, it was so weird.

l caIled you a heap of times, but your phone's off. Why's that?

Sema!

Deniz Hanim! Deniz Hanim!

Are you awake? You've been asleep for over an hour.

Water.. Can you get me some water?.

I got shot once in the army.

ln combat?

No, a stray bulIet. During training.

My God, the pain! It's Iike nothing eIse.

There's no words for it, Deniz Hanim. lt's like the worId's ending.

AIl you can think of is water. A drop of water. Want some, Abla?

Catch!

Abla! Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Go back to your place.

Do it again and beIieve me, l'Il shoot.

l pressed 3322.

- But it's 2233. - Quiet!

No moving until Dr Sema gets back.

What'Il happen when Sema does get back?

You think she'lI agree to write you a faIse report?

What is Sema to you?

Ask your djinns.. They'Il know. They know everything anyway.

Are you relatives? What is she to you?

Everything. She's everything to me.

My flatmate. My other half. My friend. My soul mate. My wife. My husband.

My girl, my boy, my sibIing, my cat, my bird, my fIower, my everything!

Understand? You don't, do you? How would you?

There's no such thing in yourworld. One woman being everything to another.

You can't understand. lt's beyond you.

Like that starfish you'd never seen. Sema is my starfish.

You understand? Are you satisfied?

Look..

Sema is everything to me. I'lI do aIl I can to protect her.

She'd do the same for me. So fuck off before she gets back!

You don't have to swear, Deniz Hanim. We're talking like human beings here.

Like human beings..

The lady has a gun in her hand and she's taIking Iike a human being.

What do you know? What do you know about human beings?

Yourworld is this big.

The house, cleaning, washing dishes, the husband, the chiIdren.

She said this, he said that. A sin or not a sin?

What the imam's wife said. Has Father God given up on you?

Has the rice stuck to the bottom of the pan?

Your djinns, for exampIe. What if they told you the weatherforecast?

Orwhen the next big earthquake wiIl happen in IstanbuI?

Of if a recession is looming?

Shut up!

What if I don't shut up? Are you going to shoot?

If you shot us now...

...we'd die for nothing. A totalIy pointIess death.

Tomorrow we'd take up this much space in just a couple of newspapers.

Fortune- telIer Horror! Young Artist's Tragic End

No, Young Actress's.. Young Aspiring Actress's..

A photo of me next to the news report.

A picture of Mustafa taken from his lD card.

No picture of you.

You want to see pictures?

Look, that's Menekse, my grandchild. And that's my daughter.

That was taken before Menekse died. She was happy then.

She went compIeteIy grey in 18 months.

She drinks every day. lf only l had a recent photo to show you.

Herface is bright red, aIl puffy. You'd feeI sick to Iook at it.

What's going on here?

A giant bee at the window AlI stripes of bIack and yelIow

Round and round he goes in rings Busy bee wants to fIy free

Careful, precious, the bee wilI sting He'Il shoot poison under yourskin

Yourface wilI go aIl red and ugly That's what happens if you're naughty

That's as far as it goes. Unload on the police from now on.

- Abla, I've a miIlion things to... - Wait a moment, Mustafa.

Let's decide how to sort things out with the lady here.

Sema Hanim, give me my report and I'lI go.

l won't bother you again. That's alI l want.

lf we're sorting things out, then let's get the police here.

- What police? - The police. The police we alI know.

- We don't need the poIice, honey. The... - We aren't going to teIl the police?

For goodness sake, just calm down, Deniz.

- We can resolve this sensibIy. - SensibIy?.. Sensibly?

Sema, the woman lied herway into our flat. She drugged me.

- My Iegs were paralyzed. - But you're walking now. You're OK.

She heId us at gunpoint. Mustafa's a witness.

- lt's a toy.. A toy gun. - But we didn't know...

You want the police to laugh at you for being hostage to a toy gun aIl day?

- My eyes being dodgy, we had no idea. - Asuman Hanim, Iook.

You've committed a serious offence here.

- But I'm not going to press charges. - What?

If you had a compIaint, why didn't you come and see me?

We tried. Me, and my daughter and her husband, separately.

You didn't answer our calIs. Your men threw us out of the hospital.

Then they wouldn't let us in again.

Look, you go home now. Send your daughter to me tomorrow.

My daughter can't come, Sema Hanim. She won't leave home.

She's scared of everyone. She can't keep her food down.

- She won't speak even to me. - Sema, we need to taIk.

Asuman Hanim, have your daughter come and I'lI sort her out.

l know a psychoIogist if necessary. l'Il arrange a free consultation.

She'lI be fine. Trust me.

- Sema, we need to taIk. - What about?

- Let's taIk somewhere else. - Say whatever you have to say, honey.

We have nothing to hide from the Iady here or Mustafa.

- Why are you trying to taIk her round? - l'm not taIking anyone round.

Why deaI with her? Why not just calI the police and Iet them deaI with her?

I'm trying to resolve this without any grief.

There's grief already. Big- time grief.

- l don't get it. - What?

ls there something you're scared of?

That report's genuine, isn't it? What's written there is true, right?

Is that report faIse?

Did a baby reaIly die in the hospitaI and you signed a false report?

You didn't sign it, did you? Say you didn't, for God's sake!

Say you didn't sign. Say she's lying. Say l know you better. PIease, Sema!

I don't believe it.

What?

You.. Doing this.. I don't believe it.

- This isn't about beIieving. - So what's it about?

- Deniz, pIease. Don't do this. - Do what?

Try to understand.. Life.. How the world works.

l.. l don't understand life. ls that where this is leading?

A baby dies on yourward.

A report gets written bIaming the mother. And you sign it.

The mother's life is ruined. And that's how the worId works.

It's me who doesn't understand, huh?

We've been togetherfive years.

You hide this even from me. From the person closest to you.

- It's me who doesn't understand, huh? - Yes, honey.

That's how the worId works. You don't understand. You can't.

Because you've neverthought about it. Because yourworId is this big.

In that world there's me, Iove, flowers, butterflies.

Maybe your famiIy, your dear parents. Retired Ieftwing teachers, ideaIists.

Cats. Other benign little creatures. Sumerian! Cuneiform writing. Hammurabi.

Dreams of being an actress. Two drama courses, three bit parts.

Tea, coffee, good wine.. That's yourworld.

- A IittIe girI's worId. - LittIe girI's worId?

You've no idea about the upkeep of this fIat, how we go on hoIiday...

...how we fIy to London or New York. The money side is over your head.

Who pays for our dinners out, the gym, the pooI? How?

Have you ever earned your own living?

Ever taken responsibiIity for the Iives of other people?

You know how many people I have working for me?

How many peopIe are above me? Who l have to give what reports to?

How many people want my job? How many vultures are Iined up?

Have you any idea? Just waiting to pounce in a moment of weakness.

If that woman went to the prosecutor and filed charges...

...if this baby affair hit the press orthe media...

...you know what would happen? You have no idea...

...how someone's entire work experience, alI their hard work, training, career...

...can go up in smoke in a single day, an hour.

You have no training like that, no experience, no career.

You have nothing to Iose.

Sometimes the right thing can be wrong.

Sometimes, to prevent a greater eviI, a Iesser eviI is acceptable.

Yes, sometimes, a baby can die. lt might be fate, destiny, an accident.

Some people wilI be bitter, some falI apart, some recover.

That's how nature works.

You survive as long as you're fit. You survive as long as you want.

You wouldn't understand that. You're romantic. You can afford to be.

You have money in your pocket, peopIe to Iove and look after you.

Keep your head in the clouds.

Live like a 30- year- old child in a fantasy worId. Never grow up.

Don't grow up. Masquerade as me. Be Sema, mess everything up for me.

Throw everything in the trash!

- You aren't Sema. Sema would never... - Don't moralize at me!

This is real life. Open your eyes and Iook!

Sema wouIdn't sign that.

l know Sema very weIl.

Sema would never Iie to anyone. EspecialIy to me.

She's my partner.. The onIy thing that gives meaning to my life.

Sema's not afraid of anyone. But that isn't Sema.

You aren't Sema. You're out of your mind.

Real life.. lt's not reaI. lt's a nightmare!

l'm going to make you an offer.

To make up for yourfamily's Iosses l'Il pay you 10,000 Iira. No, dolIars.

And 5000 for you to forget everything you've seen today.

Just a second, Sema Hanim. Excuse me.

AbIa, l raised my hand at you. l hurt you. l'm sorry.

But you reaIly went at me. You had me in a corner.

l snapped and couldn't help it. I'm sorry, OK?

That's the first thing.

And the second..

I need money badly. I aIways do. But...

What?

- But l also have a conscience, Abla. - What does that mean?

Nothing.. Just an old- fashioned word.

What have you done?

- 22 33. - How do you know that?

Mannak Noni said, AbIa.

- Who are you looking for?. - Dr Sema Hanim.

Kurucesme Avenue No 85, FIat Three.

- What do you want with Sema Hanim? - I have an appointment.

- Who is it? - Me.. Asuman.

Asuman?

We made an appointment.