Hmm.
Apparently, they're awake already.
DIALING
Hi, Buddy. Is Leyla here?
THANK YOU, NEXT
Oh! Easy!
Go to bed, Buddy.
Go.
Dude, can you stop bugging me? Go to bed, Buddy.
Right now!
Yes, hello?
What? Oh, you're at the door. Hold on. Okay, I'm coming.
Hey, you. It's early, sweetheart. Go to bed.
Sorry, I figured you'd be the only one up this early.
Good thinking. Come on in. What happened?
Edis and I broke up.
Buddy, good morning. Hi, sweetheart. I'll play with you later, okay?
Down, honey, down. Come on, sweetie, time to eat.
Here.
-What's going on this early? -Edis and I are done.
-Oh! -Yeah!
Okay, tell us everything.
Ugh, tell you everything? Everything what? I mean,
I don't even know if what I had with Edis counts as something, you know?
We barely even had moments in private.
It's like I was just following him around like some groupie. It's so annoying.
And don't get me started on his fans tearing me apart online.
Getting dragged is not fun. I couldn't take it anymore. We broke up.
It's over. He's always either at a concert, on tour or in the studio.
How was that ever gonna work? There's just no way. You know what?
We barely even saw each other while we were together.
It's like I could've been with Paul Mescal instead of Edis, for all I care.
-Coffee? -It wouldn't make a difference at all.
I see them both just as often.
Come here, boy. Make room.
Let them through. Here, sweetie.
-Here, sweetie. -Does he bite, ma'am?
-No, he doesn't bite. -He's looking at me weird.
I understand. I really do, but I mean, you're gonna have to try.
Hey, what's wrong, Buddy? Huh?
What's wrong, my darling? What happened?
Do you need it over here?
Yeah.
Let's get ready. We're about to start.
Oh!
As soon as İskender shows up, he freaks out again.
He saw us together in his dream last night and woke up furious.
Don't laugh. I'm a wreck right now.
Plus, I couldn't sleep all night. I was thinking about the babysitter.
She was supposed to start today.
I called her last night, and apparently, she's gonna work for someone else.
-I was so mad. -Here. Hello!
-Oh! Cihan, hi! -Oh!
-Hi! -How are you, Cihan?
-Hey, Cihan. -Oh, I'm good! It's good to see you.
-Oh. We're good. -Over here, Buddy. Hey. Come on.
-How are you? -Good.
Hi, hon.
-Come here. -It really looks nice.
-Thank you. -Thanks.
Hello.
So, uh, you're leaving today?
Oh no. I'm not leaving for now.
Uh, I got a hold of the files that Beliz was working on.
-Oh, that's nice, thank you. -Thank you.
The Murathans, Kosolu Holding and Tuba Tepelioğlu all here.
-Aww, thanks, that's so nice. -You're a lifesaver.
Thank you.
-Care for a cup of coffee? -I wouldn't wanna bother you guys.
-Just one cup of coffee. -No way!
-It'll be quick. -Let's have some coffee.
-Come on. -Sure.
Let's go.
-Come on, Buddy. -Go, Buddy. Go, Buddy.
-I'll get one too. -Can we talk?
We're working right now.
These are the offices. This right here is the meeting room.
-Come on in. -Let's go.
It's the first time!
-I wish I was in the right mindset. -This is a very important moment.
Yeah, we have to appreciate the good things.
Stay outside, okay, baby? Bye.
It turns out the Murathan Ranch was illegally constructed
on government land.
Isn't that surprising?
Someone noticed and reported it to authorities.
However,
they stretched out the legal proceedings
until the case was dismissed years later.
Fabricated reports.
Lots of fake evidence.
They got whatever they could find.
Anyway, they just dragged the case out
until it was finally expired
and a non-prosecution order was issued.
A non-prosecution order, my boy.
Oh, my boy, you're so handsome.
That's right. Buddy's here with me, yeah.
And I've been trying not to sound too stressed around him.
No way, 'cause last time I was
arguing over the phone, all stressy-wessy.
My poor sweetie got sick.
He got so sick. It looked like he was having trouble breathing.
I took him to the vet right after that.
Yeah, it's bad.
We're all a bit on edge lately, right?
Yeah.
Buddy can't handle frowning now, can you, boy?
'Cause frowning gives my boy doggy-depression, right, my love?
Frowning gives my boy doggy-depression, right, sweetheart?
Oh! Ah!
Have some.
Oh, that's mommy's good boy. Ah.
What was I saying?
Something tells me if we keep digging into the Murathans,
we'll open up a whole can of worms.
Oh no, Dad. No.
We're just focusing on this case for now.
What are you up to? When will you be home?
No, no plans tonight. I could come over when you're home.
Okay, later. No problem. Uh-huh.
Hmm. Here, Buddy.
When's life getting better, right?
Look, as of today, I'm 33 in three months,
and yet, nothing's better.
Nothing's working out for me.
I think you're just feeling a little depressed because the pups are gone.
Pull yourself together, Ömer. It's okay.
Yeah, I'm depressed all right.
My dad pays for my therapy. Did you know that?
It's kind of pathetic at this age.
Ömer, you know that I'm always here for you, anytime you need.
Hey, come on. That's not why I said it. I mean, thanks.
But let's not make it a whole thing.
Whoa!
-Psst! -He's jealous of you and Joy.
Stop staring. Don't look at me like that.
What?
Oh. My handsome and sweet Buddy!
I'll play with you, sweetheart. I'll play with you. Come on. Come here.
Oh!
He has Joy, but I have my Buddy, all right? You hear me?
What's wrong? Abandoned again, huh?
Oh, let me guess. Was it the Cem Murathan case? Is that it?
See? She always leaves you with Ömer.
Always in my son's life, one way or another.
Tell me. Who's her victim this time around?
Who is it? Leyla would tell you. I'm sure of it. Who is it?
Buddy. Come here, boy. Come on, let's go for a walk.
The kid is miserable, Osman. He's literally depressed.
-Shh! Easy there, Buddy. -Come here.
ANIMAL TRANSPORT VEHICLE
That's right. He's an architect with a master's.
I'd really appreciate it.
Okay.
Means a lot. I'll be waiting for your call.
Thank you.
All of his friends are either politicians, lawyers or bureaucrats.
All of them have high positions. That can't just be a coincidence, right?
-Oh, totally. They rigged the system. -Yeah.
-Sarp isn't here yet, huh? -Nope.
He's been disappearing a lot lately. Don't you think?
Ah. Pizza's here!
-Honey, has Doruk eaten yet? -No. I'll do it.
-Yeah, yeah, don't worry. -So he ate?
-He did. -Okay. Hi.
-Hey, I'll help you. -Okay, stop. Buddy!
-Let me help. -There you go.
Come. Come here.
-There. Thank you. -Wanna go to bed?
Oh! Let's get you to bed, sweetie. Time to get some sleep.
I'm still here for now, but things are starting to calm down.
I'll probably be back soon.
Defne's been checking in now and then. She started texting me.
Oh, boy. She's baiting you before the trial.
You should be careful.
Do I look like Teflon to her or something?
Like nothing ever sticks to me or leaves a mark?
That's it. Teflon.
That's exactly what you should be to Defne.
-When are you coming back? -This weekend.
Oh, awesome.
-Leyla, come on. Pizzas are here. -Say the word, I'll come to the hearing.
Not this time, sweetheart. I'll be fine, but I really appreciate it.
-Is Buddy all right? -Yeah.
Look, he's right here. He's all right.
Yep, awesome. Hey, best of luck tomorrow, Leyla.
Thanks, Şeyyaz.
See you soon.
-Once you're done, shoot me a text, okay? -I will!
Okay, see ya.
Oof.
Buddy, how are you? I'm going to the second hearing today, boy.
Cem Murathan will answer my questions for the first time. Wish me luck, okay?
Calm down. Don't get mad.
It's like he understands me.
You know what? I think he actually does.
Buddy!
You can't handle the truth. You're not going anywhere.
If you walk out now, don't ever come back.
Do you think he's unhappy, Sarp?
You barely walked today, honey. He wanted to come home right away.
Buddy, hello. What's going on with you, boy?
Oh, my goodness! Did he just-- he peed on Cem Murathan.
-Leyla, look at that. Wow. -Ugh, don't be silly, Sarp.
What is up with you, handsome?
-We're running late, come on. -See you, boy.
Where's my… Oh, there it is.
Bye, sweetie. Once it's over, I'll hurry back. Promise.
I love you so much. See you soon.
-Come on, we're late. -All right.
Be good. Don't bring girls over, you stud.
-Come on, let's go. -Go, go, go.
Bye-bye!
Look at that. He hasn't moved yet.
Let me see.
He's jealous of Joy. Actually, it's Ömer he's jealous of,
so he's been feeling down. Hmm?
I really hope Buddy doesn't go through this when I'm gone.
I guess we're a little bit early, right? I mean, why did we come so early anyway?
It's okay, honey. Take a deep breath.
You told Nil the trial's happening on the third floor, right?
I told her.
-You told her? -Mm-hmm.
You went over there yesterday to give her some files, right?
Is Nil your secret lover? Spill it.
Enough chattering, Murat. Look who's coming.
Wait.
What's going on?
Hi, Nil.
Cem's playing dirty today in trial.
How so?
He set me up with my lawyer when we were getting divorced.
Apparently, he's going to bring that up today.
İskender was your lawyer back then?
Yes, unfortunately.
So İskender is his trap? Really?
That's right.
Defendant Cem Murathan!
-Defense attorney Beliz Temur! -Shall we go in?
-Yeah, come on. Let's go inside. -Okay, let's do this.
-Plaintiff's counsel Leyla Taylan! -After you.
The curtain rises on round two of the trial of the year.
The day we've all been waiting for, dear friends.
Cem Murathan versus his ex-wife Nil Katmanoğlu.
The second hearing is officially in session.
Tensions are running high in the courthouse throughout the day.
This isn't over. Everyone's going to see who you really are.
-Come on. Not here, Nil, okay? -He's a liar.
Is glamorous lawyer Leyla Taylan hiding an agenda?
Is dragging her ex to court part of a personal vendetta?
Are you innocent?
Let's take a quick peek behind the curtain.
What is your strategy?
I swear. I won't relax until I knock out İskender.
Ms. Taylan…
I'm already overwhelmed. Don't make it worse.
Let us through, guys.
As we all know, Nil has accused her ex-husband Cem Murathan
of secretly installing an illegal spy app on her phone.
That's how we learned he supposedly did the same to other women in his life,
including Nil's lawyer Leyla Taylan, but that's not the full story.
It turns out the poor guy had some other concerns.
Today, Cem Murathan defended himself
in front of the judge.
He ended up revealing something personal. A bombshell.
Something super private and totally unexpected.
I was cheated on.
And that suspicion was what got me to track her.
And the very day I confirmed that my ex-wife Nil was being unfaithful,
I proceeded to file for divorce.
He's lying. I didn't cheat on him, obviously.
It was all a setup with Defne,
just so the prenup would go into effect.
And I felt threatened.
My hotel was burned down.
That part was true.
Tuba did try to burn down the hotel.
She completely snapped one night. She just smashed everything.
Took out the computers too.
Honestly, my life for a while was actually in danger.
She actually wanted to kill Cem.
Let's be real, guys.
Cem wanted a divorce just so he could get back with Defne.
Simple as that.
This isn't about Defne. Come on. It's not.
I did use a tracker.
Sure, I admit it. But only to protect myself.
To my understanding,
if the unauthorized data was never distributed to any third parties,
it gives the defendant a legal advantage.
Since Cem Murathan didn't share that information with anyone…
He's going to be found not guilty.
This isn't right. He can't win.
Did he make you an omelet?
No. No.
He cooked eggs when he handed me the keys to his new house.
You can't go anywhere!
If you walk out, you'll never come back!
No way. Not gonna let that happen.
We are gonna bring all the dirt he's been burying out in the open.
-Isn't that so? Huh? Leyla? -Leyla.
-You okay? -What's wrong?
-The windows. -Are you okay? Leyla.
-Leyla. -Can we stop the car?
Sweetie.
-Open the windows. -It's okay. Don't worry.
And now, all eyes are on Leyla Taylan.
We ran all these tests to see if the symptoms could be explained
by any physiological issues, as I've mentioned before.
But the results are normal. Our boy here is very healthy.
I propose we investigate the psychological side of it.
-So we make sure we call them. -She's coming out. Look.
What'd he say? Hmm?
He told me the exact same thing they told Buddy last week.
Psychological.
If it's psychological, in a couple of days,
you won't even remember feeling bad.
Exactly.
If only it were that easy.
Hmm. Don't worry.
You'll be fine.
-Let's go. -Yeah. Let's go. Come on. Here.
I just wish I never left. He could have been anyone.
Unfortunately, my drama's rubbing off on you, Buddy.
You're paying the price for my decisions, aren't you?
I'm sorry.
It'll be fine.
We'll be fine.
My handsome boy.
It'd be amazing if you could actually open the door, Buddy.
I hope I didn't wake--
What's wrong?
Come on, I brought your baharat. Don't cry.
Leyla?
Leyla.
Buddy. Here, Buddy.
Everything is happening all at once.
There's just so much going on, really.
I just-- I mean, it's not like I'm hurt.
Just shocked and stunned.
It keeps coming. Shock after shock. You know what I mean?
Being thrown to the wolves like that…
Or getting lied to so often and to my face.
I've never dealt with this kind of thing before.
I've never felt so torn apart, so overwhelmed.
And I'm crying a lot. I'm not sure why I'm crying like this.
I mean, it's really unlike me. I never let myself cry.
You never let yourself cry? Really?
Well, I cry all the time. I couldn't possibly stop it.
If you knew how many times I've cried…
If you don't cry, you'll burst.
Think of it as a reboot.
It's good to turn everything off and on once in a while.
Or as an emotional chimney sweeping, right? You gotta let all the smoke out.
-You know? Like-- -Oh no, no. I can't stop myself.
So don't stop yourself, cry away. We'll be here.
Why on earth am I being like this? I'm so sorry.
Why are you apologizing? Dear God. Come on.
This is an honor for us. Right, Buddy?
It says a lot when you feel safe enough to cry in front of someone.
It really means something.
Actually, to be fair, it wasn't by choice. I just stumbled in during a meltdown.
But that's fine.
Still happy with it.
Wait… What's up with you? Are you done shooting?
That's right. And editing, by the way.
Really?
How did it turn out? When can we watch it?
-How about now, maybe? -Yeah, sounds good.
Awesome. Shall we?
-All right. -Let's go.
-Is Defne in her room? -She's not, sir.
Defne, what are you doing?
Why are you putting yourself through this?
You were actually happy, weren't you?
Let's go. Let's get outta here. Come on.
You actually loved Leyla, right?
And she wasn't your first love or anything.
So it wasn't about guilt or settling.
You actually loved her.
Look, the trial went very well today.
This will all be over in a couple of months. We will win.
I already lost.
We both lost, Cem.
Cem.
"IN MEMORY OF MY FORCED MIGRANT MOM AND DAD, ALWAYS MISSING YOU"
-It's beautiful. -So you like it?
It's beautiful.
The interviews. The visuals. The music.
The script. Did you write the script?
It actually took years to write that.
Give me one sec.
Hmm.
Summer of '90.
We were in Trabzon.
We stayed with my grandparents since my parents were exiled,
so we had to move in with them.
-They couldn't get jobs. -What was their work?
They were teachers.
The house was packed. It was a great house.
My aunt was going to college then. My uncle moved in too.
They brought friends over all the time. There was someone in every room.
I was in elementary school. I was seven back then.
My accent was super thick.
I was your typical Black Sea kid.
One night, one of those rare times the house was empty.
My mom got the table ready. My dad lit a few candles.
They poured themselves raki.
I knew something was different. They were quiet.
My mom's rubbing her eyes as she walks over.
They both kissed me out of the blue as well. They were being weird.
Then my dad put this song on.
He held my mom's hand, got her up,
and they began dancing.
At one point, she buried her face in his chest. I'll never forget it.
And then, they sat back at the table after that
and told me they'd be separated for a while.
They had to leave me at Grandma and Grandpa's.
We were apart for a long time.
A very long time, actually. I was 13.
I remember, they sent a letter.
I was in Berlin. And we met there.
Where do they live now?
My father…
He lives with his Swedish wife in Spain.
Grandkids and all. He's super happy, actually.
And your mom?
Well, um…
Back in Berlin, she got sick.
We were together the whole time. I was there when she died.
My mom was so sweet. I held her close, gave her so much love as we said goodbye.
She was very young.
Thirty-six, younger than me now.
My dad was devastated, the poor man.
He just crumbled. Weirdly, it was up to me to hold him up.
You get the picture?
Do you like it here?
If you want me to go, I will.
I want you to stay.
This is the start of our new life.
I want you to move in so we can build it together.
Cem, you don't have to.
I'll keep my promise. I'm going to stay by your side during the trial.
I want you by my side always. Defne.
Always.
I love you.
I love you so much.
Sarp! Come quick! It's that man!
-That man is here! It's him! -Okay, okay, calm down. I heard you.
-Sarp. -Wait here, Defne. I'll go check.
What the hell are you doing here?
I wanna talk to Leyla one last time.
You got some nerve. How dare you show your face!
I'm not to be trifled with.
Oh, you're so brave, huh? It's just the beginning. Wait and see.
Leyla!
-People are sleeping. Shut up. -Leyla!
Game over.
Leyla is gone. eping. Shut up. -Leyla!