Be happy, take good care of yourself
Don't make me worry about you
You have long years
Ahead of you
One day, my darling
You'll get used to the pain
You'll get used to it
THANK YOU, NEXT
Falling in love means making space for someone.
In your heart. In your life.
It's like saying, "I love you, and I'm choosing to ignore
the risk that one day we'll be strangers."
"So make yourself at home."
"This used to be mine. Now it's yours too."
"It's ours."
In the beginning, it's all so intense.
You feel like love's making your heart grow three sizes.
Like, you've suddenly got room to love even more.
You know how little kids say, "I love you this much,
as much as the whole world!"
They stretch their arms out as far as they can.
It feels just like that.
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Then something happens.
And that whole world comes crashing down.
And suddenly,
you find yourself amidst the ruins, stunned,
leaning on whatever's left standing.
Hello.
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Because it happens so suddenly,
you end up leaving that place before you're ready,
before you even want to.
And something in you feels unfinished.
You try to pull yourself together in a rush,
picking up all the pieces on the way out.
But of course, you can't get them all.
A few bits of you always…
…get left behind,
scattered here and there.
And you can't help wondering about all those missing pieces.
The question "what did I leave behind?"
keeps circling around in the back of your head.
And sometimes, if you get the chance,
you wanna go back to that place.
Welcome, Miss Taylan. Mr. Murathan told us you'd be coming.
Go ahead.
You want to go back to that place
and then?
I mean…
In a way, it's kind of like a challenge, right?
I went through the same thing with Ömer, actually.
That was the only reason we got back together, in fact.
We got engaged.
We both felt like it wouldn't work. Yet, we imagined a future together.
And then, once we were finally sure it wouldn't work,
that was that.
Ömer and I are no longer together,
but we're still
close friends who really love each other.
We're Buddy's mom and dad, right?
I've closed the chapter with Ömer.
Too bad you don't always get that type of closure.
I mean, ending things is never smooth.
Everyone stumbles.
The roads you used to take feel different. Lonelier, in a way.
Even the smells you loved feel unfamiliar.
Why did you want us to meet here?
So many unanswered questions,
and that's what you're curious about right now? Really?
Our meeting spot, out of everything.
You're right.
Okay.
You go.
Go ahead, ask me anything.
Why?
Why did you go to Cem Murathan?
Yeah, why would you do that?
You literally filed a lawsuit against him.
I guess you're in it for the whole game Cem set up, right?
And to challenge him while you're at it?
That's right.
"The journey starts with separation."
"As we make our way along the trails of an unfamiliar, winding road,
we drift further away from the sense of belonging somewhere."
"We long to be wherever we are not."
"There's a little voice that keeps whispering
in our minds about how we might someday face irreversible loss."
"One day, that voice will become the identity of our soul."
Hold on, Barbo. A little voice whispering about irreversible loss?
This is terrible! Can we change it?
Yeah, no problem.
Leyla.
Where have you been? You've been gone for days.
I've been ringing your doorbell, but no one ever comes to the door.
So I figured I'd just show up at your workplace.
I'm glad.
Where have you been?
And I don't want, like, a superficial answer, okay?
I want a real answer.
You're not avoiding me, are you, Ali?
Oh, you're actually avoiding me then. Why?
I'm not actually trying to be away from you.
But I heard a little voice whispering in my mind about irreversible loss.
So you know, I had to listen to it.
How are you?
Fine.
How about you?
If I'm being honest, I'm a little confused.
I'll be upfront. I like you a lot.
And yeah, I know I'm terrible at hiding it.
-I probably sound like a teenager now. -No.
By the way, I like you a lot too.
Oh!
I'm playing it cool, but on the inside, I'm pretty much dancing.
But…
…is this a typical old story about a beautiful girl
and a single man in the same building?
I don't think so.
Every single guy who meets you falls in love, Leyla.
You radiate light. You're like a fountain of life.
You're intelligent.
Not to mention your beauty. Let's put that aside.
People are drawn to you like they're drawn to light.
What matters here is what you want.
So what do you want? Where's your mind? Who's on it?
The way I see it, you and Ömer are done. That's pretty much settled.
The chef was never really a big thing.
However, Cem Murathan…
We all know he's trouble,
but still, did you manage to just toss him out of your head like that?
We could be something really great.
I'd love to grow old with you.
Believe me, in every relationship I've had,
my hand was always on the doorknob. I mean, I was always ready to leave,
because somehow I felt incomplete or something.
Even with Maya's mother, who means so much to me, it was the same.
I'm surprised, but this is the first time I've truly thought
about making this place my home, Leyla.
I keep imagining what a future with you would be like.
I mean…
I feel ready to take my hand off the doorknob.
But how about you?
What do you want?
I remember you saying how you always traveled after a heartbreak.
If I'm just another trip like that,
it'd really hurt.
'Cause this isn't the kind of relationship I see as just a layover.
I know myself.
Come on, don't look at me like that.
It's time for me to go, bro. I'm moving out.
Oh really? Why, man?
Well, you know. I guess there's just not enough room for us both.
Oh, I'm so late.
All right. I'm going.
Hold on. Have a seat.
-I'll drop you off. -Can't.
I need to see the professor before class.
Mwah! Don't be late, Sarp.
-See you! -Hold on, wait for me. Don't go.
-Mm-hmm. -Psst!
Mm! Mm!
Mwah!
-Okay. Bye-bye. -I love you.
Hey. Love you. I love-- you.
Why are you grinning? Asshole.
You're gonna be a wreck when this is over, aren't you?
Mm. "When this is over." I'm gonna marry her, okay?
Yep, yep. Good luck with that.
You jealous or something?
Hmm?
Dude, you really are. You're jealous. You hate that Leyla chose me, right?
She didn't choose you, did she? You threw yourself at her.
Dude, that night… forget it.
Say it, man. Get it out of your system. Come on.
-Nothing. Never mind. -Say it.
"I like Leyla, but she didn't pick me."
Just say it, bro. No shame in that.
Not an ounce of decency in you, huh?
Dude. Come on, I went, and I ripped into her with questions.
She never thought of you in a romantic way.
You're family to her. She loves you like a brother, okay?
Come on, fuck off, man.
Dude, when we met, it was like fireworks went off.
Fireworks, my ass, all right?
Seriously, I've never experienced something like this.
I fell in love with her the moment I saw her.
Just stop it with that rom-com bullshit.
You're jealous. You're not thinking straight.
What's wrong now?
You said you loved her three times. She didn't even answer.
Cut the crap, bro. Jesus, man.
You know what? You're actually in love with Leyla's dad.
You know that, right?
Remember how you freaked out
when you found out her dad was the famous architect Mahir Taylan? Huh?
You forgotten? What was it again? "Please just introduce us."
"I wanna meet her, please." "What if I intern with her dad?"
Remember that?
I can't believe you said that.
Okay, man, get outta here. Get out of my face!
You'll show up at my doorstep when she dumps your sorry ass.
You just wait and see.
You'll be watching us from a distance, crying your eyes out.
Well, I think I'll be watching from a distance laughing, okay?
He who laughs last laughs best.
What the fuck's wrong with you? Get a grip!
Okay, wish me luck.
Whatever happens, just make sure you stay calm.
-You've got this. I know it. -Hi.
Oh! What is this?
I'm moving to Ömer's. I told you.
What? But today?
Well, he's kind of upset that I'm paying his bills from a distance,
so he wants me to be close to him.
Or the couch left a mark on his back, right?
-Exactly. -Oh.
But I've been getting used to having you here.
Don't worry. You've got Buddy.
Now you've got Ali too.
Hmm? Come on, we're always together at the office, with the gang.
I mean, we should miss each other sometimes, huh?
Okay, fine.
-I'm off to work. -Hey, wait a minute.
There's some leftover artichoke. We'll be out, so I want you to have it.
Okay. She's gotta make sure I'm fed. Yeah?
Here. Careful, the lid's loose.
-See you at the office. Later. -See you.
Great story.
Well, it's a little sad.
You two had a good talk, huh?
Yeah, I know. Hande has a way of making people share their stories.
I told her a lot of things.
At this point, you could write a book about my life, right, Hande Berkant?
Dilek and Ömer were each other's first loves. Did you know that?
-Absolutely. Mm-hmm. -Oh, he knows the Cross-eyed Dilek.
I bet Sarp came up with that nickname, didn't he?
No way. Me?
We went to the same high school, then the same college as well.
Weirdly, we always hung out when no one else was around.
I think you're exaggerating a bit.
I'm not exaggerating at all.
He was really embarrassed to be seen with me.
God.
I spent my whole school life hiding from your friends.
-Think about it. -Oh, Dilek!
Dilek, honey, I understand you completely.
Hande. Please.
He didn't even break up with me. He left without saying a word.
It hit me we were done when I caught him all over some other girl.
-With Leyla. -That's right.
What? Come on, Ömer!
-Looks like you're not the worst. -Nope.
Hey, wait. Are you guys together?
Mm.
Huh? Huh?
Oh, men never grow up.
Oh my God. You'll always be teens.
-I couldn't agree with you more. -To us.
Guys are the reason women grow up early.
Betty, easy. Come here.
Here, girl. Psst. Psst! Slow down.
Slow down.
Ömer.
Dilek.
Nah, come on.
Dil-- wow. I thought you were someone else.
I mean, you look so different.
I ditched my thick glasses. Maybe that's why.
-What's her name? Who's that beauty? -Hmm. Betty.
Betty. Aww. And this is Buddy.
-Oh, you're so handsome, aren't you? -This is my boy.
Yes, you are! Here, girl, sit. Sit.
Slowly.
I haven't seen you since college, right? How are you?
Good, yeah.
I didn't end up becoming an architect.
I'm a psychologist. So, yeah.
That's good. That's great.
I've been following you on socials lately.
I totally missed that. My bad.
You were showing up on the news pretty often, right?
So I followed you, might as well.
Yeah, for sure.
They wanted to turn me into a laughingstock.
Right, boy?
It's easy to outsource responsibility, Ömer.
Therapist Dilek is here.
Okay.
Actually, yeah, that wouldn't be so bad.
I could definitely use some help these days.
Right, boy?
Yeah, I could come up with a list of names, but I can't help you myself.
Sorry.
Why can't you help me yourself?
Because after you broke up with me,
I ended up needing a lot of therapy too, so…
Nah, come on. Get out of here.
I dealt with the old feelings. Unpacked all my baggage.
It's all settled, no trouble there, but…
In any case, uh, with you, I'm far from impartial.
Wait, you mean that?
I hurt you that bad? That's crazy.
We were just kids.
After you, I wasn't a kid anymore, Ömer.
I've closed the chapter with Ömer.
Too bad you don't always get that type of closure.
Are you still in love with him now?
With Ömer? No, of course not.
Not Ömer.
The man who awakened your doubts about your missing pieces.
No.
I'm not in love with him.
Because it dawned on me
that I never really knew him at all.
Who are you?
Are you genuinely this manipulative?
Have you always been?
My dad.
I got my hands dirty while trying to clean up after him.
And I've been struggling with it since he died.
So that's the lie you tell yourself?
You're so deep into lying all the time
that you even used me as well.
I didn't do anything to put you in danger, Leyla.
You are the danger, Cem.
You are the real danger.
You destroy everything and everyone you come near.
Defne is the only one
I feel truly guilty about.
As for the rest…
none of us can claim innocence.
How are you two?
My back hurts a little today, but we're fine.
I guess it's from sitting around too much. I've got nothing to do.
Well, that's good. Enjoy it.
Yeah, you're right.
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-Sorry. -No problem.
What are you doing?
I've seen a face from the past.
I know that grin of yours, Cem.
You're in love.
And I guess things are completely different with Leyla?
I really hope they are, you know?
I want it to be real.
I talked to Oya though. Your mother's worried about me.
Join me next week in London and we can surprise her.
I can't go anywhere at the moment. But you could go with Feyyaz.
Excuse me.
Oh! Oh! Easy, boy.
Easy. Don't be cranky.
Hey. Easy.
Come here.
Hey. Hey.
-Easy, boy. -Get Rüzgâr ready.
He'll calm down after a good run.
-Come on. -He's a handful today.
-Come on. -Sorry, ma'am. Maybe you shouldn't.
-He won't get cranky with me though. -Hey. Come here.
Mr. Murathan made it clear. He doesn't want you getting on the horse.
-Come here. Come on. -Well, I want to.
Defne.
The table's ready, sweetie.
Your chef, handsome and humble, is ready when you are. Let's eat.
Defne?
Defne.
What's wrong?
Call Cem, please.
We need to get you to the hospital.
Don't go, Cem.
Never. I'll never leave you, sweetheart. I promise.
Hello.
Feyyaz.
Yeah?
Help me.
I can give you a ride.
-Oh no. I drove here. But thanks. -Oh okay.
Where are you? I'll be right there.
-Oh, Şeyyaz, where are you going? -Okay. Okay.
Tell Cem to give me a call once he's here.
Mm-hmm.
Don't let him know. Please don't tell him.
Don't take me to a clinic or anything like that.
Take me somewhere far from everyone, please.
She said she needed help.
And maybe I need her help as much as she needs mine.
I guess it felt nice that she called me in such a desperate moment.
I'm pretty much the only one she's got, but still.
Look, that place is exactly what Defne could use right now. Trust me.
More than anything, she could definitely use you by her side.
Thank you so much, Leyla.
Yeah, of course. Stay as long as you want.
Once things settle down a bit, I'll come by to see you.
Okay. Talk to you soon.
I collected all the bottles. The house is empty now.
Thank you, Sabri. I appreciate it.
The fridge is full.
If you need anything, please just give me a call, okay?
-I'll be here in two minutes. -Means the world to us. Thanks.
End of an era, huh? Cem Murathan is finished.
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How do you feel?
I feel like I'm in the same darkness as him.
I was right from the start.
Every single one of your ex-wives, except for Defne,
were just tools for your obscure business schemes, right?
Tuba, a renowned art figure, globally respected,
a gallerist, a curator.
Nil owns a prestigious wine brand, celebrated worldwide.
You used every woman in your life as assets to run your business.
Beliz did what she did to Nil because you put her up to it.
Hande Berkant went after me because of you,
to keep everyone busy with something else.
All smoke and mirrors to divert attention.
And while I was stuck dealing with that nonsense,
you were pulling the strings right under my nose.
Leyla, I miss you so much.
You have got to be kidding me.
God damn it! You broke into my house. Remember?
The only way I could get you to come to me.
Actually, when we first met, we…
we understood each other.
You wanna fight dirty, you're gonna get in the mud.
He challenged me. He invited me to a game.
Let's stop this from getting even messier.
I saw the trap.
But I gladly joined his game anyway.
I knew how it would end, and yet I kept playing.
Do you think that I'm dangerous?
You could hurt me more than I've ever been hurt.
Let me go.
Maybe there's no winner in this game, but…
at least I made sure to avenge the women he hurt.
When I found out you lied to me, I… I lost it.
-My brain started working differently. -You are seriously twisted, Cem.
And when it hit me that I'd lost you,
I went crazy.
I'm so sorry for that night.
You know what? I'm grateful.
I feel terrible.
I'm so sorry.
Give me a chance to make everything right. Please.
Game over.
Sadly.
From this moment on, anything you wanna say…
you can say it in court.
Because I'm going to expose all your dirty secrets.
Nothing will happen to me.
Oh really?
We'll see about that.
You're lost in the same darkness as I am.
89-251 to the station. Over.
89-02, over.
You had it coming, you piece of shit!
-Sarp! -Yeah?
-Shut up. -Where are you taking him?
Where are you going?
Oh! The keys.
My keys.
Defne?
I'll get the bags. Leave it to me.
Don't worry about it. Go ahead.
What's up? about it. Go ahead.