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Every wedding has a break-up in it.
Some from home, some from freedom.
For me, this day…
This is the seaside mansion where I was born and grew up
which is old and damp,
and since my father's death, our money has become very scarce.
My sister, Peyker.
-[Peyker screams] -She's having her first child.
She married Nihat, the man she loved.
Maybe because she had no chance of being accepted
by the men she wanted to be loved by.
[baby crying]
Good news.
God bless you.
[Peyker gasps heavily]
My mum, Mrs Firdevs.
Today she's a grandmother and waves goodbye to her long-lost youth.
Mama! Come quickly, the baby's arrived!
[woman] Mr Adnan is here. He'd like to see you.
What a surprise.
Bihter!
Bihter! Our baby has been born blessed with fortune.
Mr Adnan has come to visit!
There's got to be something in it for him, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered.
That's Mr Adnan for you.
Adnan's the name… mum's favourite prey.
[soft music playing]
Mr Adnan, we are honoured by your presence.
-Nihat, congratulations. -Thank you.
Katina!
-Welcome. -Thank you.
Serve him something.
Ah, did you inform Mrs Firdevs?
I'll do it.
Mr Adnan? Are you serious?
He's here to congratulate us on the grandson.
But your body is aching, so you should rest.
Don't be impudent, Bihter.
Get down there.
If he tries to leave before I get there, stop him.
I'll ask him to stay for dinner.
Doesn't grandma want to see her grandson first?
Aren't you curious about him?
Bihter, please don't let Mr Adnan hear you calling me grandmama. Alright?
Mrs Firdevs.
Today she refuses to be a grandmother
as she's always refused to be a mother.
The comfortable and privileged life of my grandfather was passed on to us.
My father's name wasn't mentioned much.
In society he was mostly known as Mrs Firdevs's husband.
He died that way.
We, the women of Mr Melih's family,
have the style and fame of my grandfather.
Clothes are not important, it's how you wear them that matters.
Before my father died, people would rush to bring fashion magazines to our house.
Naturally all that stopped, once the money dried up.
What a short visit this has been.
We couldn't even offer you tea.
Not the right day to stay too long.
But at least now you know my intentions.
Oh, Mr Adnan, are you leaving? Mother would like you to stay for dinner.
Ah! I've caught you before you leave.
Mr Adnan, won't you stay and have dinner with us?
Mrs Firdevs.
You are too kind and so chic as well.
Celebrate this wonderful day with your family.
I have to get back to my children.
I take that as a promise for another time then.
We would be honoured to welcome you back.
Congratulations for your grandson.
[door opening]
[door closing]
[Peyker] Why are you laughing?
Just tell us!
I can't stand your grinning.
I'm aching all over.
So come on.
[baby crying]
-Bihter... -Mmm?
...will be a bride.
Mr Adnan wants to marry her.
Your life's secure, Bihter.
Well, everyone's life here is saved.
You'll be the mistress of that beautiful mansion.
Katina!
I never expected that from Mr Adnan.
How dare he!
He's got two children and he's far too old.
It's absurd.
Mum's dreams about becoming the lady of that great mansion went down the drain.
She loses her daughter to the man she wanted for herself.
This is outrageous. I mean, really?
Is he looking for a nanny for his kids?
Well, I didn't expect my sister to support this marriage.
After all, she could only find a man
who was willing to live in his wife's family house.
What are you saying, huh?
Mr Adnan wants to marry Bihter.
Do you know what that means?
That means jackpot.
Well, of course, the only one who approves this marriage is dear brother-in-law.
And of course, it's no surprise that he wants to benefit
from Mr Adnan's wealth and power.
-Bihter. -Mmm.
What matters is what you want. What do you say my dear?
[clicking sound]
Mr Adnan…
Adnan.
My exit ticket.
BIHTER: A FORBIDDEN PASSION
[dramatic instrumental music playing]
[music becomes melodious]
[music takes on a dramatic tone]
-Put that down just here. -[man] Yes, Madam.
-The rest in the living room. -Be careful.
Among all this wealth, such tat is rubbish.
Your tea, Miss Bihter.
You will please address her as "Madam".
Of course, Mr Adnan.
Bihter...
...you've done a lot in this short time.
Oh, Adnan.
Adnan, I'm so excited.
I'm so looking forward to seeing your children.
Do you think they'll like this new look? Will they love me?
I was worried at first as well,
but I asked Mademoiselle for help...
…and how could anyone not love you, look at you.
[woman] Mr Adnan! The children are home.
Papa!
My boy!
Welcome home.
Am I meant to call you Mummy?
Mummy, or sister, anything you want dear, you can call me Bihter if you'd like.
"Bihter" would be disrespectful.
And I already have a sister.
I never knew my mum.
-Can I call her "mummy", Papa? -Of course.
Go inside, the place has changed. I hope you like it.
-Papa. -Darling.
-How are you? -I'm fine.
[birds chirping]
Hello, Miss Bihter, congratulations.
Thank you Nihal, dear.
Please call me Bihter.
Mademoiselle de Courton.
The children's second mother.
She literally raised them. She's precious.
Thank you so much Mr Adnan.
Nice to meet you, Miss Bihter.
[speaking French] At last I meet this elegant lady,
Adnan has spoken a lot about you.
[Nihal, in English] Have you changed…
...everything?
My mother chose all the furniture in this room.
Where have they gone?
Not thrown away?
Of course not.
Your mother's memories are all here.
Bihter just wanted some new things.
We can have another look if you'd like.
No, thank you.
You didn't ask my opinion before you made these changes.
I wanted it to be a surprise.
I'm sorry if I messed up.
[Bülent] I love the new things! [Adnan] There you are.
Now I know who is who.
[melodic instrumental music playing]
A toast to our new life.
To Bihter, and also to my children's return home.
Bon appétit.
Surprise!
-Behlül! -Bülent!
I can't believe this, I missed you so much!
You've got really heavy, what have you been eating?
Where have you been Behlül? We quite forgot your face.
I wanted to give you some space.
Spare me your nonsense and meet my wife.
Bihter, my nephew Behlül. I mentioned him.
He's been part of this house since high school.
What a wonderful marriage, Aunt.
-Nice to meet you. -Thank you, Behlül.
It seems that you've made some nice changes in this house.
Quite the modern touch.
[Nihal] Mr Behlül, won't you say hello to me?
Are you jealous, little titch?
-Come here. -Don't ruin my hair!
-I'll thank you to avoid hand contact. -Oh...
You can't kiss me any time you want, you know?
Is that so?
Mademoiselle de Courton.
Good evening.
Welcome, Behlül.
So, a toast to our new family member.
My uncle's precious wife Bihter, if you will allow me.
-I think we'll hear this a lot tonight. -Mmm.
So many memories in this house I want to save with you.
I want to love and be loved.
[melodic instrumental music playing]
[speaking French] There isn't much happiness left.
Dear friend…
Hello! May I join you?
[Mademoiselle] We've nearly done.
Fine.
[Nihal] I hope you enjoy it...
...but don't compromise the flower of your soul.
[Nihal, in English] I hope you enjoy it...
...but don't compromise the flower of your soul.
[Nihal] Be sure of the heart or you--
Nihal!
You're a big young girl now.
Why don't we both go into town
and get some nice new clothes made for you?
What do you say? Your clothes are for children.
Let's finish our lesson first, please.
One day won't hurt, Mademoiselle.
Nihal, what do you say?
Shall we get you some clothes made?
I'd love that.
You don't mind, do you Mademoiselle?
Please?
I'll always be your tiny, little Nihal.
Bihter, would you tell my dad please?
[Bülent] Put me down!
Let me go Behlül, please!
Ladies!
You're acting like a child with a child, Mr Behlül.
Come on, Bülent.
[speaking French] Oh, my Lord!
He is wet through.
[in English] He'll be fine.
What are you doing?
Are all the ladies gathered for lessons then, huh?
Dry your sweat first.
Well, I don't want you to faint from jealousy
but today we're getting long skirts made for me.
Men will queue at our door for your hand.
Don't mock me.
Don't be upset, Nihal.
If you're big enough to wear long skirts,
you must be mature enough for that.
Alright, I will tell Beşir to get the car ready.
Today, my daughter and I are going shopping.
Your hankie.
I don't want it, it's dirty.
[upbeat instrumental music playing]
[instrumental music ends]
[pianist playing "The Entertainer" by Scott Joplin ]
[indistinct chatter]
When Papa said he was going to marry you...
...I didn't want that.
Oh...
I didn't know that you'd spoken about it.
I wanted him to have my approval.
I thought that when you came he wouldn't love me like he used to.
I could never take your place.
Nor would I ever want to.
Nihal dear, I want to be your very best friend.
-I am sorry. -It's alright, darling.
-I am very tired. -Hugging you is really good.
-I'm not always like this, you know. -Shh… you don't have to explain.
You are so beautiful.
Then the worry of not being good enough for you, is a distraction.
Don't forget your syrup.
Drink it. Sleep tight.
It's our first anniversary.
For a year now I've been in this tender, compassionate soft sleep.
I'm trying so hard to be his wife.
[man coughing]
I don't like the sound of that cough.
It's the change of season. I always cough then.
Alright then, I'll take the boats out.
Don't dawdle, they'll be waiting. Come on.
[Beşir coughing]
Since Nihal got her long skirts, she has been obsessed with makeup.
She's a young girl. She loves all that.
At last, she's coming.
[Bihter] If you are ready, allow me to introduce the beautiful Madam Nihal.
[Behlül] Wait a minute.
Who is this slender little lady?
I just simply don't recognise her.
I haven't worn a long skirt in a long time.
I still can't get used to it.
Dear aunt.
Your wonderful style affects every aspect of our lives.
Papa?
Darling.
-How do I look? -My dear, you're chic every day.
Come on, let's get going.
The real skill is to walk in that dress.
Walking is a very delicate art.
It displays the elegance of a woman but…
-…no, it's just not working. -Oh!
It's not working.
Well, if you all keep staring at me, I'll never get it.
This is an elegant art form that has been perfected by Bihter.
Thank you very much.
I don't have time for your compliments.
-So are we going or what? -We mustn't keep Mrs Firdevs waiting.
Did you invite all of them?
I wanted the whole family.
[Nihal] Your mother should attend this event.
Nihal stop stirring.
Come on everyone, the boats are waiting.
I thought it would be just us.
It's too late now. Let's go.
[dramatic instrumental music playing]
Papa!
[man] Sir, if you're tired I can take it from here.
Oh no, I miss this.
Just because Mr Behlül took the lead, doesn't mean I'll throw away the oars.
Alright.
Bihter...
...I thought that you'd be pleased.
It's our first anniversary, Adnan.
In that time we've hardly ever eaten together alone.
I didn't think I'd eat Şakire's chicken rolls today.
I thought you'd want to see your mother and family.
If I want to see them, I'll go and visit.
I'm sorry.
Welcome.
Let's go this way.
Nihat dear, Peyker, Feridun. Come on, Peyker.
-Peyker, dear. -Hello, Nihat.
Stay there mummy. Don't hurt your knees.
They'll get it all ready.
When I'm out in the country like this,
I seem to get an irrepressible urge to go off for a run.
You can run and I can chase.
You may be good at running
but I have endless patience in the chase.
Then what?
Then I grab you by the arms.
If it were in my nature to be caught, you'd have grabbed me already.
[Bülent] They're coming now, Beşir!
[Beşir] Be careful, young sir.
[Beşir] Slow down! Come back.
Are we just going to sit like this all afternoon?
[speaking French] Don't be sulky, please.
[in English] I don't feel any intimacy at all with anyone right now.
I feel alone.
[in French] But you have me!
Come, let's go.
[in English] Please excuse me, careful.
Thank you.
There you go.
Nihal, your new look suits you so well.
You really are quite the young lady.
Thank you, Mrs Firdevs.
I'm not at my healthiest these days.
And you don't come and see me often.
So Behlül, what are you up to?
Well, your little daughter has brought sunlight into our lives.
And modernity too, look at Nihal.
She's become a young lady.
Thank you, Behlül.
I never thought my marriage with Bihter would be so good for my soul.
Loving her softens my heart.
If only his heart was the only thing that softens.
Thank you very much my darling but I'm embarrassed now,
let's talk about something else.
Did you get Bihter a present?
Oh, I'm sure Mr Adnan's got something wonderful for Bihter.
I was planning to give it to her tonight, but since you raise the subject…
...Beşir!
Mademoiselle, can we go for a walk please?
It's so hot I can't eat any more.
-[Bülent] Can I come, too? -Yes. I don't want you getting bored.
Adnan, I wasn't expecting anything.
Oh, this has nothing to do with expectation, Bihter.
Just drop it mother, would you?
Or maybe we shouldn't drop it.
This is a family heirloom.
Bihter will wear it so well, I'm sure.
You really have such class, Mr Adnan.
Sadly it doesn't match Bihter's beauty.
Thank you so much.
Feridun?
[Behlül] Feridun is your spitting image.
The way he looks, his nose, his chin.
It's like an artist put together all your best features to create a masterpiece.
There's one thing about you, I can't figure out.
It makes me want to do some crazy stuff.
Someone might hear us--
No one can. It's just the two of us.
I saw and heard, and it bothers me.
I didn't marry my husband to cheat on him.
[tense music playing]
So you're saying you don't want me?
I don't want you.
[breathing heavily]
Come on.
[Behlül] Just a little kiss. No one will see.
Behlül, please.
Let's say, if no one could see us...
...would you offer me this beautiful woman?
Never.
So why does your skin burn every time I touch it?
Come on, just a kiss.
It must be because you're annoying me. Mother?
Behlül has got a story to tell you, ask him over.
Behlül?
[tense music playing]
What's happening to me?
Oh…
Oh, you scared me.
-You didn't go to bed? -I didn't, no.
-You're on fire. -I am now, yes.
-Shall I close the window? -No, keep it open.
I want to be alone though. It's too hot.
-Are you alright? -I'm fine.
-Huh? -I just want to be by myself, Adnan.
Adnan, did you take your syrup?
Adnan...
...Adnan,
Adnan, don't do this.
-Just look outside. -Stop it, please!
And I dreamt of being Adnan's wife.
Is Bihter angry because her mother is moving in?
She doesn't know yet.
I'm not sure if it is right to make this a surprise.
Her mother is ill.
That damp house isn't good for her, she can stay here for some time.
I'm going and Mrs Firdevs is coming.
Bülent dear, don't say that.
I'm already sad.
It's just for school, not for ever.
You're taking Bülent from me.
[Behlül] You're acting like a child.
We clearly started celebrating your maturity too early.
Shut up and look after your precious auntie.
-I pity the poor sick woman. -That's enough!
I can't breathe in this house anymore!
Why am I hearing about my mother's arrival from the maid?
Bülent, come on.
No need to leave us alone! I've already been left out of it.
Right, Adnan? Please explain?
Your mother is sick, the damp isn't good for her rheumatism.
I suggested she stay here for a while.
-Without asking me. -For a short time, Bihter.
You don't know what she's like.
Bihter has a point uncle.
Mrs Firdevs cheated on her husband and caused his death.
[Behlül] Despite this you married her daughter
and put your name at risk.
Now you're bringing that woman here--
[Adnan] Enough!
Bihter is my wife.
How dare you insult my wife's mother?
All that was long ago.
[upbeat music playing]
It's almost night, Katina. Are you not finished yet?
[Katina] Almost done Mrs Firdevs. Just a few more things.
Do you need anything?
So, where is everyone?
They obviously knew I was coming.
Then that grumpy faced peasant opened the door.
These people don't know about manners, I suppose.
She hasn't left her room because she is sick.
The nanny and children have been studying all day.
And Mr Adnan has been in his workshop.
Behlül?
He said that he was going into town.
Good girl. We'll keep our ears wide open.
We'll get all the gossip from the cook and the other staff too.
Don't worry, Madam.
Thank you so much for taking me with you.
Bring me some nice Turkish coffee.
[Bihter] To hear my mother moving around downstairs.
That suffocates me even more.
Having her watching me and listening to my every breath will kill me.
It's about time I lived my life, right?
[clears throat]
Bihter?
What are you doing up at this hour? Something happened to my uncle?
Sweets.
I asked you to bring me some sweets from town a while ago.
Did you get me some?
Sweets.
You crave sweets in the middle of the night?
I think I've got some. Let me check.
I wonder where they are.
Why didn't you give them to me?
Must have slipped my mind.
They're here somewhere, wait.
You can't even find yourself in this room.
I don't want anyone touching my stuff, so I tidy the room myself.
I wonder what kind of private things you have.
Naughty magazines under the bed, right?
[sweets hitting floor and rolling]
[exhilarating music playing]
You smell delicious.
This must be a dream.
[sighs]
[birds chirping]
It's not a dream, it's real.
-Oh, Bihter your body is burning. -Oh, yes.
You've got a temperature, why have you ignored it?
My mother coming and the picnic, it was all just a bit too much.
Let me rest a while, I'll be fine.
I'll send up some food.
If you don't feel better, I'll call the doctor.
This quilt's making you hot.
[heavy sigh]
-[Firdevs] Katina. -I'm coming, Madam.
[Firdevs] What's up?
Bihter isn't coming down to breakfast because I'm here?
She didn't even leave her room to say welcome.
I can't understand it.
She has a fever.
She's not strong enough to leave her room, believe me.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
That's odd.
She never got ill in our damp seaside house.
Strange.
Good morning.
Mrs Firdevs...
-...welcome. -Thank you Behlül, dear.
I was actually feeling a little bit heartbroken.
It's good to see you.
Mrs Firdevs?
Behlül? Will you look at me?
You look so pale this morning. Are you unwell, too?
No I'm fine, thank you.
I also slept well.
Nowadays the weather is so unpredictable.
We should be careful.
Papa, will you be joining my lesson today?
I need to look after Bihter, dear. We may need to call a doctor.
We used to do the translations together.
Someone's rather jealous of her father I believe.
That's absurd.
[Firdevs] Oh, I'm just teasing, please don't be offended.
Anyway, I'd better go and check on Bihter.
You seem to be feeling much better, Mrs Firdevs?
Taking the stairs on your own like that?
Don't worry dear, I am quite well.
But if Behlül can hold my arm
and keep me company, I can climb the stairs more easily.
With pleasure. Please.
We'll get used to each other in time.
Bihter, dear?
-You're so kind Behlül dear. Thank you. -Don't mention it.
[Firdevs] I was starting to get offended.
Turns out you're in a bad mood. I needn't have worried.
Let's check your temperature.
The world doesn't revolve around you, Mrs Firdevs.
Oh I don't know, maybe it does.
I'll make you some nice soup.
The food here won't help you get better for sure.
The kitchen really needs some improvements, Bihter. Huh?
All that old-fashioned food, for God's sake.
Don't you ever complain about it to them?
You've only just arrived and already complaining about the food.
Don't worry, I won't be here forever.
However, I can stay if it is necessary in some other circumstances.
What are you implying?
What do you mean? I'm not in the mood for word games.
I don't know, in your absence Behlül can live here,
none of my business.
But now that you're married, I don't think it's right that he stays here.
Not right at all.
He's got a reputation as a flirt.
I don't think it's appropriate
for a young man to live with his uncle's wife.
It's not fair on Mr Adnan.
What are you saying?
-You're being ridiculous. -Wait a minute.
People like to gossip.
If they see you two together
who knows what they might be thinking.
It's the same for Nihal, too.
You're the most malicious person I know.
I can't believe you, Bihter.
Your anger at me blinds you completely.
You married a man who wasn't even on the list.
Then when you join his family...
Darling…
Bihter, darling...
do you think your face can hide the sadness in you?
Just look at yourself.
I love my husband.
Just keep your nonsense to yourself.
Alright then. So be it.
I'll go downstairs and make you some soup.
Come on pull yourself together.
Show some effort.
Welcome to our lives, Mrs Firdevs.
[Playing "Minuet in G major, BWV Anh. 114" by Christian Petzold]
[sighs heavily]
They sent Bülent away on purpose.
Now you're going away as well.
I'll just be away for a short visit and return.
[in French] I haven't been back to France for such a long time, dearest.
[in English] To make Miss Bihter happy, all the people around her are sent away.
I thought you'd be getting along well.
-[in French] What's up? -[in English] Bihter doesn't like people.
She loves no one other than herself.
But you can see that her smiles are fake, can't you?
She sent Bülent away and now you're going.
I'm leaving willingly.
[brisk footsteps approaching]
Don't tell me you've finished?
We have just finished.
-Nihal just play one tune for me. -I don't want to Behlül, leave me alone.
Nihal.
Come on, let's go and get some fresh air in the garden.
I'll send two cups of tea.
[in French] Let's go!
[in English] Behlül…
...everyone's going.
Sometimes you're here, and then not.
Am I supposed to be alone in this big house?
You have to keep up with the times.
Survival means you need to move on.
Even when you're parted from the people who love you.
Do you have a secret reading habit other than politics?
Shall I snoop round your room?
Come here.
How love cures every sorrow.
Nihal will forget all her sadness with Behlül.
[door knocking and opening]
[Şakire] Your tea, Mrs Firdevs. Would you like anything, Miss Bihter?
It's "Madam".
[shouts] How many times do I have to tell you how to address me?
[Şakire] I'm sorry.
Bring coffee to the garden.
What are you two doing?
Nihal, darling… are you alright?
Everything good? How are you?
Looks like you're better?
Yes, I made myself sick for no reason. I'm fine.
Fine!
Glad to hear that.
I must be off.
-Where are you going? -To town my dear.
Can I come with you?
I promised my friends but I could take you tomorrow.
Bihter could come, too.
Could I?
Who knows which girl you'll be seeing today.
Don't be jealous.
Blue suits you.
-Your coffee, Madam. -I changed my mind, I don't want it.
[tense music playing]
[laughs]
[gasps]
[heavy footsteps]
[door opening] Who is it?
-[Adnan] I finished early, my dear. -My darling.
Great to see you in good health again.
[heavy sigh]
Nihal's not good.
Let's go to town tonight.
We can drink, eat and have fun. We never did our anniversary properly.
I'll stay with Nihal. Mademoiselle has left.
-I understand. -Don't be sad.
But if you want, I can win your heart.
I don't want it now. Not now.
Adnan.
[whispering] You're so beautiful.
[heavy breaths]
[whispering] Your skin, your smell.
[whispering] There's something about you today.
Undo it.
Come on...
lie down.
[Adnan breathes heavily]
[Adnan moans heavily]
[moaning stops]
[Adnan whispering] Nihal came to my mind.
Here.
[moans softly]
Was it all a dream, Behlül?
-Bihter. -Huh?
-Bihter, everyone's downstairs. -Was it a dream?
Yes. We had a bad dream, Bihter.
You regret it.
You stink.
I'm just another of your one-night stands. Let go of me!
-That's not it. -Then what is it?
Bihter, I don't understand you.
You said you were sick and stayed in bed.
I thought you regretted it.
I tried to stay away, I didn't know what to do.
How could I forget those moments?
Whenever I close my eyes I remember them.
When you pass by...
...I clench my teeth to avoid your scent.
Why did you come to my room that night?
What did you want from me, Bihter?
Let's just say, I want to burn.
That's why I came.
How about you?
Will you burn with me, again?
[melodic music playing]
[both gasp heavily]
You and I are the same, Behlül.
[melodic music continues through record player]
How can you be so brave?
So reckless.
What if my uncle goes back to your room?
No one will be surprised if we're found out.
"Oh Mrs Firdevs's daughter", they'll say.
They'd stain me with that in a second.
If anyone found out about us, we could just leave.
Are you serious?
I would go anywhere with you.
[tense music playing]
If we're found out we can leave.
Papa?
Starting a new one before my face is done?
It's really not that easy to complete a face, my lady.
You're changing.
I'll only give it to you when I'm happy with it.
I haven't shelved it.
I'm going to town today with Bihter and Behlül.
That's nice. Bihter wanted that too.
You could come along too?
I'll work.
Is there a problem between you two?
Sometimes you sleep here.
No, we're fine.
When I work, sometimes sleep catches me.
I'm ageing.
What's that supposed to mean? You're not old, don't say that.
[tense music playing]
Good morning.
-Good morning. -Good morning.
Bihter, dear. You look glamorous.
I've been home for days.
We're going out, that's why I dressed up.
But Peyker and Nihat are coming today.
-Uh huh? -You don't want to see them?
I didn't know. I promised Nihal.
It's alright with me Bihter, we can go later.
There's no need for that.
Peyker's not a stranger.
Where are you going?
To town.
Are you going with them Behlül?
I'll have the pleasure of accompanying these two beauties.
If it wasn't for these aches I'd be right on your tail.
-The car's ready, Madam. -We're coming Beşir.
Ah, welcome!
Oh! Feridun.
You're so cute. Look at those cheeks!
-I see him more grown every time. -I wish you could see him more.
-Nihat. -Behlül, hello. Are you well?
Mum has just told me a minute ago. I didn't know you were coming.
I'd promised Nihal we'd go into town.
Nihal's been lonely since Bülent and Mademoiselle left.
Is Mr Adnan not going with you? Could we say hello?
Adnan's working. We're going with Behlül.
I don't think Mr Nihat can ease Adnan's work.
Ah, ah! Behlül!
What? It's a family joke.
Bihter!
Don't let young men like Behlül get close to you. You know?
He might get the wrong impression.
Don't worry.
Both of us swore to be loyal to our husbands.
As your sister, I'm just warning you.
-Have a wonderful day! -You too.
I am not offended by any of the sneaky looks I'm getting in the mirror.
On the contrary, I want them deep inside me.
Go easy! There are other places I want to show you.
I'm so glad we came. I was suffocating.
Let's go out more, don't feel suffocated.
Yes.
-Bihter… the washroom? -Just there on the left.
[whispering]I want it to be nighttime now, Bihter.
[whispering] I need to feel your skin.
Tonight?
If we could, right away.
I'll try to come.
Don't try, do it.
Calm down, we're being watched.
I wish you'd just stay.
[suspenseful music playing]
Where have you been?
We thought you'd bought the whole town.
-Hello, Papa... -Hello.
...I got myself some lovely new clothes. They're being made up now.
-You won't recognise me. -Darling.
Why don't you want to be recognised?
No, actually,
whatever they make for me, everyone knows me
because I am Adnan Bey's daughter.
Mr Adnan Bey.
How these young people talk nowadays.
Well, that wasn't the town I'm so used to going to.
We've been everywhere discovering Bihter's hidden boutiques.
Worth it though, right?
I'm very happy.
Lovely.
Being with the two most beautiful girls in Istanbul
must have been rather a treat for you.
Although I heard
that Turkish girls, don't really interest you much?
So Behlül is a topic of gossip?
Just false rumours, uncle.
A ladies' man is different from going out
with two beautiful women like them.
I wonder what people were saying?
One of them is your aunt and the other's…
...actually my dear, Nihal here is not a close relative of yours,
right?
If you go out together more than once then people will start talking.
Oh for the love of God.
But I don't know.
Are we always to succumb to other peoples' opinions?
[smashing sound]
What were they saying, Mrs Firdevs?
We are family.
-Bihter, it's bedtime. -Yes, come on dear.
I hope I didn't offend anyone.
Is that why you're leaving?
Obviously that was a joke.
Goodnight.
[dramatic instrumental music]
-Goodnight. -Goodnight.
Goodnight, Behlül.
[instrumental melodic music playing]
My mother suspects something.
She's trying to get you and Nihal together, can you see that?
Oh, come on Bihter.
She's obviously joking.
You wouldn't believe what she can do when she wants to.
Beşir is watching us.
How do you know that?
I'm only watching you, I don't see anything else.
My mother cheated on my father
and after his death we inherited these suspicions.
Come on Behlül, don't pretend this is news to you.
I heard that but it doesn't matter.
Is that why you didn't make a move on my sister, even though you fancied her?
Bihter...
Huh.
I got to know Peyker through you.
I had always heard that Mr Melih had two beautiful granddaughters.
And she was already married when I met her.
And?
If she wasn't married,
you would have had your fun with her.
You wouldn't have presented her to Adnan as you wife-to-be, would you?
But what did your uncle do?
Made the other daughter the lady of the house.
He surprised everyone.
Is this really what you want to talk about in bed with me?
Alright, since everyone's watching us, we should be a bit cautious.
Behlül, you said if we got caught we'd go.
Bihter, there's a time for everything.
And what are we waiting for?
Do you think I wouldn't want to just pack up and leave?
Do you know how terrible it feels
to spend another night without you?
To know that you go to someone else's bed?
You don't know.
I need to go.
You shouldn't have come in the first place.
Because you'll always have to go.
-What? -You'll always have to go.
You brought it up.
What are you saying?
You come here...
...take what you want from me.
Now you'll go to sleep on my uncle's pillow,
tenderly stroking his hair.
[Behlül] Uncle, why aren't you more active in this political vacuum?
I mean, look at this.
People without even half your business, power and respect,
are taking a chance on this.
Not for me, Behlül.
But you know better than I do.
When things get to a more serious stage, I'll support you.
For now I observe and I'm a good listener.
There's something about you these days.
You don't go out like you used to.
Is there something you're not telling me?
No uncle, it's the tension of these changing times.
The resistance against the Hat Revolution.
The events in Fatih, Erzerum, Rize and Maras have taken away nightlife's fun.
I'll go out tonight, I feel I'm suffocating.
Oh, is Mr Behlül feeling trapped?
Are you going out on the pull?
Don't be hard on him.
I'd better go.
Nihal and Mrs Firdevs asked me to buy a few things.
Do you want anything, Bihter?
Just sweets. I always need sweets.
There's something I need your opinion about.
What do you think about Mrs Firdevs's idea of matching Nihal and Behlül?
Extremely comical!
Don't you find that funny?
Well I can see that Behlül has little interest in Nihal
and she wouldn't want it either but...
Nihal's so alone Bihter.
And?
Because she's lonely we need to marry her off?
You had long skirts made for her and made her feel like a woman.
Now she wants to be loved like an adult, not a child.
Oh, Adnan, this is so silly. You amaze me.
I don't blame you though.
This is not your fault.
I know this is my mother's poison.
Why are you so against this?
You get on well with Behlül.
Is there something you're not telling me?
While he's going off to the whores in town for fear of my love,
my job here is marriage guidance.
Oh, thank you very much.
Darling, if Nihal would like to get married one day,
I'll be at her side with you.
I am amazed that my mother is no longer an invalid in this household,
but has decided to be a matchmaker.
This has got to stop.
Bihter.
-Bihter. -Stay out of this!
Mrs Firdevs… what beautiful weather.
You should take your aching body outside.
Are you feeling well enough to go back home, huh?
Aren't you bored with trying to stir up mischief?
Why do you want to send me away?
You keep looking away, what are you hiding?
Don't you realise that you're much worse than me?
-Do you take me as a sinner like yourself? -Maybe you should stop resisting, Bihter.
I can see the way that he looks at you.
You really don't seem to ever understand me.
I'm trying to protect you.
What the hell are you talking about? Out! Get outside right away.
[shouts] I don't want you in my house.
You've had a lovely holiday that is now over.
That's enough! Get out--
Bihter, what's going on? You frightened me.
It's nothing Nihal. Go back to your studies.
Why are you brushing her off?
Nihal's a young lady now.
She needs to know about things, doesn't she?
Bihter and I were talking about you.
-What's that supposed to mean? -Mum, enough.
What then?
You seem to think that Nihal
is too young to marry.
What do you mean, Mrs Firdevs?
My mother's being ridiculous, just ignore her.
Nihal is far too young. Just don't poison her.
You may immediately panic about getting married once you've reached a certain age.
But I have no desire to marry.
Oh, Nihal dear...
you're so naive, so innocent.
Behlül must be careful not to scare you.
Or maybe I misread it,
-Behlül's interested in you. -Please, can we drop this?
I agree with that.
Bihter loves you like a daughter.
She just can't find a partner for you right now.
Being so alone is just awful, really.
If only you knew.
Don't be fooled by the crowd in this house, my dear one.
What will you do when everyone goes their own way, Nihal?
Will you live with your father and Bihter for the rest of your life?
I'd say, don't turn it down if it's on offer.
I'm really not sure how many houses we own in Istanbul,
but you're obviously in a better position to know than I am.
When I find one that is suitable then I'll stay there.
Excuse me.
Everyone in this house is watching me.
Everyone.
[Beşir coughing]
Oh my dear Mademoiselle de Courton,
how long this journey has been.
If you only knew how much I need you and the wisdom you could give me.
[coughing]
[dramatic music playing]
[gasps heavily]
[Adnan gasps]
I didn't see Adnan as a husband, but as a ticket to salvation.
I was hoping that this marriage would save me from being Mrs Firdevs's daughter.
Now it's killing me in every way.
My favourite part is coming.
Three,
two,
one.
Here you are.
Beşir...
...Beşir, look!
Ah, that'll be Mister Bülent, Madam.
-I'll greet him. -Ah, very well.
Bring my Bülent to me, right away.
Bülent is here auntie, the ferry's coming.
Let's see, God willing.
These pastries smell delicious. You must be tired.
No dear.
And your room is now all ready.
I hope you'll stay a long time.
Come on auntie.
This is what I ran away from.
From what?
I can see that Mrs Firdevs's lousy jokes have reached your ears.
I had them made for Bülent.
-Brides aren't supposed to eat that much. -Auntie.
For the love of God.
Well, let there be love, that's right.
Beşir? Where is Bülent?
-He didn't get off the ship. -He'll probably come tomorrow.
Perhaps he'll go straight to the house.
[Behlül] Maybe not as thrilling as seeing Bülent but here I am.
-Behlül? -Auntie.
Ah, you little rascal you, you stopped calling me.
Well, I'm here now, auntie.
Well, don't just stand there, take a seat.
I've got to go back tonight, auntie.
If it's alright, I'd like to take Nihal on a tour of the island.
[aunt] Why don't you stay for a couple of nights?
I promise for another time.
I've things to do.
Would it be alright if we borrowed your coach?
Quite fine. Beşir will take you.
In fact, Beşir knows this island much better than the normal coachmen.
You bad boy you, ah!
Nihal?
Have a nice trip.
Auntie, don't get your hopes up, nothing's going to happen.
Just go for a walk and see what happens.
Where are we going, Behlül?
I feel like I'm in a dream sitting in a coach next to you.
You're mistaken, we're not a couple.
Maybe we should go back.
On the contrary, it's great.
Let's keep going.
Mrs Firdevs's words the other day confused everybody so much.
Crazy, right Behlül?
I'm starting to think that it's not crazy.
I think that you're a bit tired with your life.
Are you looking for a change?
It's like you've been offered a toy and you're reaching out for it.
A lovely new toy.
Not true.
You are something to hide among the most delicate flowers.
A few months ago we were ragging around and I was messing with your hair.
I don't see you like that anymore.
Admit it you're confused too, otherwise why'd you come to the island?
You need this, right?
It's like I can sense all your pain.
You're so in need of being loved.
If there is a heart that loves you amid this loneliness...
...say yes to it.
Maybe that would change us both Nihal.
[Firdevs] Mix honey with egg yolk and smear it on your face,
it will fight wrinkles.
And listen, the night before you use that mixture,
put some okra seeds in water, then drink it in the morning.
I find it helps me a lot.
[Adnan] Ah, the rascal.
Where have you been?
Good morning. [Bihter coughs]
My friends and I rented a room in Asmali.
I couldn't leave them.
Behlül.
Have a glass of water, Bihter.
We missed you, Behlül.
[Firdevs] There's no one left in the house.
[Firdevs] We're stuck in this empty place.
-Nihal said Bülent would be here. -Where did you see Nihal?
-On the island. -Oh.
I didn't know you went there?
[Firdevs] How nice that you went to visit Nihal. Good for you.
So when's our girl coming back?
She's coming back today with Beşir.
I just went there on a whim.
While I've been in agony and pain, hugging his scarf to my chest…
…he visits Nihal on a whim.
[Adnan] Darling?
Daydreaming.
Well it happens a lot.
I've noticed that.
I may be pregnant.
I could have called the doctor had I known sooner.
[Bihter] It's just a couple of days past my period,
I didn't want to cause a fuss.
Don't worry at all.
Will you bless me with that news again?
We'll be waiting for your good news, my dear.
Congratulations, uncle.
If you'll excuse me, I must get some rest.
Are you sure?
-Where are you going? -I've been feeling nauseous all day.
Have you totally lost your mind, Bihter?
Can't you see that joke could cause a disaster?
Do you realise what a disaster this marriage would be?
[shouts] I missed you so much.
I've been waiting but did you think of me?
-Be quiet! -Did you miss me? You kept me burning.
But you came back for Nihal.
For a marriage that will guarantee you an entry into politics.
Adnan's daughter will guarantee you votes. Adnan's little girl Nihal, all yours!
Bihter… Bihter…
[sobbing] You said we'd be together. Didn't you say that? Huh?
[breathes heavily]
[whispering] I love you...
but you need to understand why I need this marriage.
Bihter.
You really love me? [breathes heavily]
I wish I didn't...
but I've never loved anyone like this.
Bihter, just go now.
Please, just go.
-Mummy! -Bülent!
Oh, I've missed you so much!
Is my sister going to marry Behlül, is that true?
Who's making this up? That's not true.
Everyone should know that there won't be such a marriage.
Mr Adnan? Do you have a moment?
Please, come in.
Oh dear, these days sleep escapes me.
So are you creating your splendid works in here?
Lovely room. First time I've seen it.
I'm usually alone. No one comes by here.
I won't stay long.
Nihal is back, I saw her car.
Good news.
I would imagine that she's made a decision by now.
But being her father,
she may hesitate to tell you her decision,
because she's scared that you might disapprove.
Mrs Firdevs, this marriage idea...
…you brought it up in the first place.
Where did you get such an idea?
I don't think Nihal is much interested in the idea, really.
-Here. -Merci. Maybe it will help me sleep.
To be absolutely honest Mr Adnan,
about this whole marriage business,
I can't be totally accurate about Nihal.
But Behlül… he definitely wants to marry Nihal.
I'm sure of it.
As you know, he went all the way to the island for her.
If you don't speak openly about this marriage, Mr Adnan,
these two youngsters won't bring it up.
And why are you so eager for this,
when Bihter is so reluctant?
Ah, well of course, I have a number of reasons.
Listen, first things first, I think Nihal and Behlül are a couple
that will dazzle with all their possibilities
and their love for each other.
For high society too.
I say this, because I know a thing or two about high society.
Besides, this marriage will boost Behlül's hopes of going into politics.
It will even guarantee it.
The second reason is...
after all I am a mother, Mr Adnan,
Bihter has to be my concern.
How is Bihter involved?
-Allow me to speak plainly. -Please.
You know, at first, I never approved of your marriage with my daughter.
I'm sure that you know why.
Do you think that our marriage is a mistake?
Despite this crowded house, Bihter has ended up really alone.
It's impossible not to see this.
I don't know if you're aware of it, but you are her husband.
You didn't even throw an age appropriate party for her.
If Nihal and Behlül get married...
maybe your focus would only be Bihter.
Then, in order to keep your marriage alive,
such a ridiculous lie about having a baby...
...wouldn't be necessary.
A lie about a baby?
Yes.
It's painful.
In order to gain your attention for a few moments,
she came up with a lie about a baby.
Can't you see how absolutely desperate she is?
I can't witness this anymore.
Mr Adnan...
I hope you'll fulfil your husbandly duties.
Please do, so the dear young girl doesn't make some terrible mistakes.
Goodnight.
[dramatic music playing]
Behlül didn't come to take me,
so I'm going to take him.
[dramatic music continues]
Bihter…
-You sure my uncle's in his workshop? -Never mind that.
I've missed you so much.
You seem thoughtful.
I thought you liked it dark.
Darkness leads to mistakes.
Your Nihal has returned, you can find light in her.
Just like you talked her into marriage, you should now talk her out of it.
Please, before this escalates higher.
I can't change my mind, Bihter.
-You said you loved me, today. -I love you, Bihter.
Can't you see the love in my eyes?
But I love Nihal in a different way.
You love Nihal.
Bihter, why are you laughing to yourself?
What is it?
Are you trying to get my attention?
Or are you trying to scare me?
Go crazy if you want. Go on!
Bihter…
Listen, this marriage will protect us.
No one will suspect us, do you get me?
I don't want to hide behind a glass that would protect us,
I want to break that glass and shatter it into pieces.
You were a dream, Bihter.
A dream that would be known only to us.
You want everyone to know but that would kill Nihal.
I love Nihal.
Not like the fire that I feel for you...
...it could never be.
Please understand if I'm not loved by Nihal, this sin is going to kill me.
I can't sleep with a tart every night just to wash you out of my mind, Bihter.
Whenever you wanted anything you came to me
then went back to my uncle's bed?
There are marks on your body that I didn't make.
We haven't committed a sin.
We fell in love, but what did you do?
You sought love with whores, and now you seek it with Nihal.
-[shouts] This is painful for me! -Is this painful for you? Is that right?
There is anger that you hide behind your eyes.
You think that is pain and you embrace it, but ambition makes you stumble.
Because only you know pain, is that right?
Only Bihter can have losses in this life.
You made love with me not for love but for adventure.
When I didn't run after you, you went crazy.
When I gave up, you got ambitious.
It's over, Bihter.
Stop acting like a mad woman, please.
I'm not mad.
I am Bihter.
I am not a dream.
I am real.
[giggling]
[Bihter] Good morning.
-What's going on Bihter? -I came to chat with my mother.
What's wrong with you? Have you been drinking?
-What is this now? -What do you think?
Here, want some?
Have you no shame?
What if someone sees you like this?
Look at you. You are drunk.
I am not drunk.
When I look in your eyes...
I'm more like you than dad.
My greatest fear.
When I look into your eyes, I see that...
...whether you want it or not, you are my daughter.
Tonight, I've come here for the first time to ask your help.
They are not going to marry.
You'll ruin this marriage as you started it.
[shouts] It will not happen!
What the hell are you doing, are you out of your mind?
Everyone's eyes are on us.
Everyone's been watching me for years! All those maids and the chauffeur.
All looking at me and talking about me. I'll fire them all!
Stop shouting, be quiet.
Now you'll turn them against you and attract more attention.
You will stop this marriage.
Why? I see so many good reasons to make this marriage work.
And I see no reason at all to stop it.
Give me that, enough!
Enough of the spoilt brat.
You put it in everyone's mind.
You came to this house out of vengeance.
Because Adnan chose me. He chose me!
Pull yourself together.
What is it, Bihter?
Did you fall in love with that pathetic man?
Yes. I did.
At last.
I can't ignore your training.
But I didn't know that love would start a riot in my body.
Love...
For a few days' pleasure, look what you've done to yourself.
Is it worth it for a man like Behlül?
Is it really worth losing all this?
Look at me, look me in the eye.
Darling you're Adnan's wife. Are you with me?
You know what that means. You must understand.
I'm Bihter...
...only Bihter.
I'm begging you, stop that marriage.
I'm dying, don't you get it?
[cries]
[Nihal] Bülent and I did this together.
[Adnan] In the past, neither of you wanted to leave the kitchen.
Making pies and cakes with Şakire Baci.
Yes.
I wanted to ask you about that.
Why did Şakire leave the house?
I fired her.
From now on anyone who disrespects me gets their marching orders.
That's not very nice, Bihter.
What kind of disrespectful act got her fired?
Nihal it was obvious she had to go really, because she was slow
and she couldn't keep up with all the changes I wanted to make--
We haven't completely decided yet. We'll talk again.
-Have some of this. -I don't want any.
[clears throat]
There's something else that we would like to share with you Papa.
Actually, I know that you all know,
and that you're expecting me to answer.
Basically, hoping that you would approve,
I've proposed to Nihal.
[loud laughter]
[laughter continues]
Pardon.
[Nihal] I said "yes" to Behlül, Papa.
We'd like your approval.
Oh God, now I feel that this is really my fault.
I planted this idea in your heads.
Why are you making it sound like a crime, Mrs Firdevs?
Dearest Nihal, you're so inexperienced.
Getting married isn't something you rush into, is it?
-Maybe you should take more time. -[Behlül] I love Nihal.
I want to share my life with Nihal.
So much we want to experience together.
Now I think I might throw up.
Papa?
Behlül...
I have no doubt you'll take care of my daughter.
Are we engaged now?
If you're this choked up about the engagement,
how will the wedding be?
Congratulations, Nihal.
If you allow us, we want to marry on the island.
It's a special place for us.
Poor Beşir. He is very ill.
I want to take him to the island at once. The weather there is good for him.
Did you see the doctor, Bihter?
Why?
In case you were having a baby?
I guess since you're drinking so much, it's not good news.
Let's just say I was premature.
Anyway, now that you're leaving the mansion,
we are going to have some fun times together, aren't we?
Please, Bihter there are children here.
Children? They just got engaged.
Besides, Behlül knows all the wicked night spots.
I'm sure Behlül will stop being a ladies' man once he gets married.
That's all in the past.
When I decided to marry Nihal I stopped doing it.
I did lots of things in the past that I wish I hadn't done.
Nihal will be a new spring for me.
I don't want to remember anything from before.
Not anything?
Bihter? Are you alright?
Bihter?
Whatever I do, it's no different from drowning.
You don't usually drink in the daytime.
I had a couple of glasses, are you going to report me?
You probably don't want to talk about the baby thing,
but I would like one.
Nihal and Behlül are back, Beşir has got worse.
We'll make the wedding date earlier.
What's the rush?
Why delay it, the wedding dress is almost ready.
Beşir would love to see Nihal as a bride.
And why? So he'll die faster?
Everybody's so tied up with themselves they can't see Beşir's love for Nihal.
[dramatic music playing]
Will you please snap out of it Bihter.
Come on.
Let them marry.
What will you do? Will you try and stop them?
Look, no words will change their mind.
Attracting more attention would really be our doom.
Bihter, don't you mind people talking about you behind your back?
I'll end up with all those people,
-Peyker, even Feridun-- -Did you care about us?
You're stuck in your past. Stop taking it out on me, Bihter.
Admit it you've lost. Don't ruin your life for this.
Bihter?
So when Nihal gets married, you can go back to France,
and display your terrific hats in your hometown.
I'm not planning to go back to France. I love Istanbul.
My hats go well in this city too, Miss Bihter.
How strange that I didn't warn you…
About what?
Bihter is my name, and it's Madam Bihter, like the rest of the staff.
Alright, Madam.
That is fine, if it will make you happier in these awful days for you.
Bihter, dear.
Bihter?
What do you think of my wedding dress?
From the first shop you took me to.
Not really my style.
It's a matter of taste, I suppose.
Are you jealous, Mademoiselle?
Feeling stuck on the shelf?
-Bihter! -Nihal, it's alright.
It's not alright. It's far from alright.
I thought you wanted what was good for me.
But what is the real reason you're so against this marriage?
Nihal dear, why are you shouting now?
-What's going on? -Come on Mrs Firdevs, you can talk.
What happened that changed your mind too?
You wanted me to get married--
Nihal, I was joking with Mademoiselle. I'm happy for you!
-Oh really? -Yes!
I'm sorry but your joke sounded totally inappropriate to me.
If Mademoiselle wanted to get married, then she'd marry whoever she wanted.
She has no family to feel ashamed of.
Or some damp seaside mansion with serious debts to pay.
[shouts] She didn't marry someone she didn't love!
[shouts] Nihal!
I can hear you from outside, what's going on?
You're supposed to be the happy bride, what is it?
Behlül, go! Don't see the wedding dress.
Pull yourselves together. What is your problem?
What can't you share in this big house?
Mr Adnan is quite right.
At a wedding this happens between every mother and daughter.
I mean, you should have seen, the fights we had.
I don't want any fights in this house.
You may be used to it, but I'm not.
Now it's us and them.
Nihal darling, I really am sorry.
I'm aware that this is your day.
-I never meant to spoil it. -No not to me.
Apologise to Mademoiselle.
Alright, enough.
Attend to your work.
Seeing the dress before the wedding brings bad luck.
Don't run!
You can't see the dress yet.
-Bihter. -Tonight, I will come to your room.
Bihter, they'll see. What are you doing?
Alright, we'll talk.
Just be calm among people, please.
He cares what people say, so he's throwing his own funeral party.
People will talk, yes they will, but we'll live with it.
[tense music playing]
Maybe there will be havoc tonight.
We might have the guts to leave,
and maybe Nihal will really die, and we will live.
Behlül?
[shouts] Behlül?
Behlül, you're being stupid.
Behlül open this door.
Listen tomorrow will be too late for everything. Behlül…
...Behlül, please open it, we'll just talk.
You're burning your fingers and ours. Behlül please open this door.
Open this door!
Behlül.
Behlül, please open it, we'll just talk.
[tense music stops]
[upbeat music playing]
Bihter?
Come on get dressed.
Come on.
Mr Adnan will be here now.
Mum, I can't do this.
Darling, this is the first time you've fallen in love.
This is it.
In time you will find out how love comes and goes.
Come on, get yourself together.
Behlül comes here right away or I will tell Adnan everything!
Well don't go talking nonsense again. Don't you hear what I say?
This is not going to end well, Bihter.
I tell you they will kill us this time.
"Oh they'll kill us this time!"
Mum, he's not talking to me,
-he's running from me. -So what?
That means there's nothing left to say.
-I'm going to tell Adnan everything. -Stop, Bihter!
Wait in this room.
I'll get Behlül to talk to you but don't do anything mad.
Alright? Do you hear me?
Alright my beautiful, get dressed. Wow the lot of them.
And you will show them all, who has the power.
Power?
What is power?
To live in a big house?
To have the most expensive necklace?
To run after the one you love?
Isn't this power?
To be brave enough to face death?
"They could kill us".
Has my brother-in-law got time to play a game with me?
Sorry Bülent, I've got to get dressed.
Alright. Then I'll go and play hide and seek with Beşir.
[Behlül] That'll be fun.
[tense music playing]
[door knocking]
What is it, Bülent?
Bihter is going to confess everything.
Please go and talk to her, Behlül. Convince her. Do something.
What do you mean?
Now is not the time to be a coward. I'm not stupid, I know everything.
[tense music continues]
Is it true?
Will you confess, Bihter?
Is it true? You want Nihal dead?
Your only fear in the house is seeing Nihal dead.
Your only fear.
Bülent.
My beautiful Nihal. She is now complete.
Beşir, shouldn't you be in bed? Why are you up?
Bihter's going to confess to Papa.
Why did she want to see Behlül in her room to talk?
Confess what Bülent, dear?
Mr Behlül and Miss Bihter have been having an affair.
For months… at nighttime.
Why can't you accept that it's over, Bihter!
It's easy and fits so well.
You'll solve it by marrying Nihal today.
And here you'll torture me by watching your happiness.
[shouts] Bihter!
Behlül, I so wanted to trust you.
-Bihter. -Why?
You'll ruin us all.
Why?
So that you can kill me?
I died many times, but how could that compete with Nihal's death?
-[shouts] Bihter! -[Bülent] Papa.
-What? -Papa. My sister's fainted!
We've killed Nihal. Did you hear?
Only Nihal?
What are you doing?
Bihter, where did you find that?
What are you doing?
Bihter don't be stupid, put that down.
Listen my uncle is coming.
Everything has been revealed. Everyone knows everything.
Bihter, we'll go away, just as I promised you.
Wow, you're following your heart now, are you?
Grown balls, when busted.
Put that gun down.
We will get out of here.
[crowd laughing]
[woman] What is going on?
You won't leave me, will you?
I'll be back.
I want to take revenge with my beautiful dead body.
-[man] Behlül? -[man] He's in the boat!
[Adnan shouting] Bihter!
[Adnan] Bihter!
This is my story.
I have the power to tell it and the guts to live.
Neither Firdevs's daughter, nor Adnan's wife.
I am Bihter.
I'm not mad, I am not a dream. I am real.
[Adnan] Bihter!
I won't die in the dark.
[dramatic music playing]
-[gunshot] -[crowd screams]
[dramatic music continues]
I will not keep living in this cemetery.
[dramatic music continues]
[dramatic music fades]
[crowd mumbling]
I see no reason to hide myself away from people.
My love's running away in a boat,
but here I stand with my blood, my life, my sins,
and I'm going nowhere.
[crowd screaming]
["Şehir" by Suzin playing]
[Subtitles: Monica Lobefaro]