01x02 - Episode 2

[bunniefuu]

[electronic music playing over speakers]

[drowned out by music] What is it?

Right there?

[muffled bass thumping]

[distant giggle]

[banging]

[woman shouts]

Whoo!

[rapping on door]

Come on out, please.

No, thanks.

You're way out of line.

[giggles]
I didn't know that there was a line.

Ma'am, come out of the stall, please.

The stall's occupied.

f*ck off.

Ma'am, watch your language.

Customers have been complaining
about what's going on in here.

So come on out
and don't cause any problems.

- Ma'am?
- You know what, go f*ck yourself!

[door bangs open]

- Come on. Out.
- What the...

- Let go!
- Out.

- Out. Go.
- Get your f*cking hands off me!

- Stop. Stop.
- [woman grunts]

Stop. Ma'am, stop!

- [gasps]
- This way.

[engine rumbling]

[rooster crows]

[whispering prayer]

[whispering prayer]

[clattering]

[continues praying]

[continues praying]

[gasps]

Ruhiye!

Ruhiye!

Hey, no!

Ruhiye! What have you done?

[Meryem] What happened?
[screams] What did she do?

- [Yasin] Get her up! Meryem, get her legs.
- What did you do?

- We've got to get her in the car.
- Dear God.

- Up! We've got to go.
- [Meryem pants]

[indistinct chatter]

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Any news?

I'm still waiting.

They haven't told you anything?

No, they haven't.

You've asked them, though, right?

Meryem, stop calling.

[woman on speaker] Urgent care needed…

Urgent care needed…

[inaudible]

["Mourir D'aimer"
by Franck Pourcel playing]

[music crescendos]

- [music abruptly stops]
- [heavy breathing]

[birds chirping]

What are you doing?

I'm going to pray.

You're joking?

What's wrong?

Which way?

Facing that way? Are you out of your mind?

What?

Where is Mecca?

Which way is Mecca?

Which way?

You're driving me crazy.

Mecca is that way.
So when you pray, you face that way!

This is how I do it.

You've gotta be kidding!

It isn't right!

You shame me.

Go on. Turn around and pray.

Mm, sure.

Okay.

Huh?

All right. I'll do it the right way.

You'll ruin us.

You want that, Ruhiye? To ruin us all?

[Meryem] Yasin?

Brother, what's wrong?

Yasin, what are you doing?

Brother.

[breathes heavily]

[Meryem] Yasin?

[Yasin spits] Hm?

Mm?

- Mm? [coughs]
- Oh.

Why are you...

[spits]

[splutters]

[breathing heavily]

[sobs]

Please, no.

- [Ruhiye moans]
- Stop.

- [Meryem] No. Sister, no!
- Stop.

- [Meryem] Stop. Stop it!
- [Yasin] No! Ruhiye.

- No, sister, stop.
- [Yasin] Ruhiye!

- [Meryem] Ruhiye.
- Stop!

- Don't do this, Ruhiye.
- Ruhiye, stop!

Stop, you're going to hurt yourself!

- [Ruhiye wails]
- Please, Ruhiye, I beg you!

- Stop.
- What are we gonna do with her?

- Any ideas?
- [Meryem] Don't!

- Ruhiye, no!
- Stop it.

[Meryem and Yasin yell]

- [Meryem] Stop. Please, sister, you're...
- [Yasin] The kids are here.

- [Yasin] Stop. Ruhiye, stop.
- [Ruhiye wails]

- [Ruhiye wails]
- [Yasin] Stop. Please, stop.

- Ruhiye.
- Ruhiye!

- Ruhiye! Please!
- [Meryem yells]

- [Yasin] Stop!
- Stop!

[Ruhiye screams]

[instructor] And now,
we're moving on to Shavasana.

[woman grunts]

[sighs]

[whispering] Don't you love this one?

Huh?

[whispering] You want to get coffee after?

My name's Melisa.

What's yours?

[instructor] Shh!

We're focusing on ourselves now…

and letting our bodies go completely…

Shavasana.

Amen.

[snorts with laughter]

Melisa, you mind?

[whispering] It was just a joke.

I know.

[Melisa sniffs and sighs]

Sorry about that.

What?

My talking. I hope I didn't
disrupt the class too much for you.

No, not at all.

Peri. My name.

Obviously.

[laughs] Why's that?

[laughs] I don't know.

You seem like a Peri.

It means "dream" or "fairy tale,"
or something like that.

Anyway, I'm Melisa.

Pleased to meet you.

Your name suits you as well.

Wanna be friends?

Oh, you must think I'm a psycho, right?

No, not at all.

[laughs] Don't worry,
I'm not hitting on you.

No, no. [chuckles]

You maybe recognized me. Is that it?

I don't. I'm afraid I…

- Sorry. Should I know you from somewhere?
- Uh… No.

[laughs] Forget it. Don't worry about it.

So, want to get a coffee?

Oh… I can't.
I have to get back to the clinic.

- Sorry.
- Oh, you're a doctor?

Don't tell me. Let me guess.

Dermatologist.

No.

Pediatrician?

Psychiatrist.

Woah!

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

It's just surprising.

Why is that surprising?

Mm.

You could be a Helin.

Helin suits you, too.

[chuckles]

[Meryem] How many patients
do you see in a day?

It varies. Why do you ask?

Do you ever see,
like, ten people in a day?

Not that many.

Huh.

So, you listen and…

talk now and then.

Şadiye went to see someone like you, too,
but it was a male therapist.

Yes, you mentioned her last week.

So you remember everything?

I try to pay attention.
It's hard to remember everything.

Oh.

Your job is hard.

I guess you must have had
to study a long time.

How long did you?

Six years.

[gasps]

All that time
and you're not even a real doctor.

That's a long time.

Six years?

So then, real doctors, like surgeons,

they must have to study
for, like, ten years.

Or is it even more?

Why do you ask, Meryem?
Why are you so curious?

Well, I just think it would be hard.
That's all.

- Meryem...
- But I guess every job's hard.

Even selling lemons
on the street isn't easy.

Like my brother.

He works all night,
comes back home early...

What happened with your Hodja?
Did you talk to him, Meryem?

So why am I fainting, do you think?
What's that all about?

Has it happened again?
Since you were here last?

No, it hasn't.

And actually, I was thinking that
it could be because I came to see you.

I think it's good
that Doctor Nuray told me about you.

I think last time
you were feeling a little angry.

Do you remember?

No, I wasn't angry. It wasn't like that.

Well, in any case,
I'm very glad you're here.

So, I wanted to ask you something.

Last week, after…

I was here.

Well, I was cleaning Mr. Sinan's house.

Go on.

You remember, we talked about coffee.

How Mr. Sinan likes his made in the press

the same way you do.

Yes, of course I do.

He had a guest. They wanted some coffee.

So I made some.

And when I did…

What? What happened?

I began to get a strange feeling.

Like what?

It's kind of hard to describe it,
but different.

I think it's because of our talk.

Could be.

Did you discuss what we talked about
with anyone else?

You're really making
a big deal about nothing.

No, no, it's the coffee I meant.

The way you had told me you made it,

letting the water cool off
before pouring it in.

If you didn't talk
to anyone else about it,

maybe that's why it came to mind
while you were house cleaning.

That's all I meant.

Oh, the coffee, right.

No, I didn't tell anyone else.

It only came to mind
because you drink yours the same way.

I see. Would you like to tell me about it?

About what?

The feeling you mentioned…

The strange feeling you got
while you were at work that day.

At Mr. Sinan's.

Yes, at Mr. Sinan's.

I swear, you are really good at this.

Sorry?

Going around till you get
everything where you want it

without anyone even noticing.

You sure didn't study
six years for nothing.

[chuckles]

She is clever, huh?

Like I said.

So then, did she talk to her Hodja?

I talked to him.

About Ruhiye, my brother's wife.

We talk a lot about her.

[sighs] She tried to k*ll herself again,
for the third time.

She's worse than ever.
She even faces the wrong way to pray.

[exhales] It's very difficult.

She doesn't know
how to give thanks to God.

My brother is a wreck.

And now the kids are onto it.

She never even leaves the house anymore.

My brother tries to make her go out,

but she starts screaming.

[Peri] Severe depression.

I feel sorry for the woman.

It seems she's not grateful enough to God.

Who knows what this Hodja tells her.

Clearly, she needs medication
and to be in a hospital.

She needs a major intervention.

I mean, to think of her
stuck in that house…

Did she talk to the Hodja?

About her coming to see you?

[Meryem] What time is it?
I have to get Esma from school.

She's my niece.

Last time, I was late picking her up.

I assume you talked
to your Hodja about this

and he approved your coming.
Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, right?

Are you married to someone?

No, I'm not.

Do you want to get married?

Yes, of course. Who wouldn't want to be?

[Peri] Me. I wouldn't.

I thought about telling her that.

"They'll never catch me. I'm running away
from all of that stuff, Meryem."

Are you?

[laughs]

[sighs]

I mean, no.

I was just so frustrated by her.
I wanted to shake her up a bit.

It's total counter-transference.

Obviously,
I shouldn't go on treating this girl.

I'm sure of that now,
having seen her twice.

Did you tell her you couldn't continue?

So then, should I come back next week?

Well, would you like to come back?

If it's not too much trouble,
I thought we might do one more, maybe.

You know, I really like rings a lot.

Do you?

You asked me about getting married.

Ah, I see.

Yeah, I like the way they look.

You need to be engaged or married,

I mean, in our community, to wear rings.

I'll see you next week, then.

Wait, do you like homemade pastry?

So, you'll be seeing her again, then?

She was so eager.
I didn't feel I could put her off.

I'll find someone.

John's a possibility, but I'm not
really sure how well she'd do with a man.

But shouldn't you continue?

If you ever want to resolve this feeling?

She's not the first.

There was the one last year
you told me about.

Another young woman in a headscarf.

You quit seeing her.

Our session's over now, isn't it?

I should really let you go now.
What time is it?

Almost 12.

[music playing quietly on stereo]

You staying?

No, I'm not.

Are you sure?

Doesn't the cleaning lady
come tomorrow morning?

Yeah. So what?

Mm-hm?

I should go.

[Sinan sighs]

- What are you doing? Are you a child?
- Mh-hm.

- Oh, you're a child?
- Mh-hm.

[sighs]

[shower running]

[door slams]

Good morning.

What's your name?

My name's Gülbin.

Have a nice day.

[serene jazz music playing]

- [music stops abruptly]
- Oh.

Sorry.

Morning, Meryem.

Gülbin. [gasps]

Huh?

Uh… Well… I mean, she's gone.

Uh-huh.

[water pouring]

[groans] You can do it.

[grunting]

[Yasin groans]

[Yasin pants]

I can do it.

[grunts]

[Yasin breathing heavily]

[Yasin exhales noisily]

Mommy, what happened to your hand?

It's just an owie.

- You cut yourself, right?
- [Yasin] What are you looking at?

Come here.

Ismail, come here. Come on.

I'm gonna work out with you for a while.

What do you think of that, huh?

When are you gonna talk?
When are you gonna talk, huh?

I'm gonna throw you away.

- Watch out! I'm gonna throw you away.
- [Esma] Me, too, Daddy! Me too!

Yeah? Okay. Hang on a second.

And…

[grunts] Up goes Esma!
Up goes Esma! Up goes Esma!

Now, do Mommy, too. Do Mommy!

Hold on.

Well?

Come on.

Up.

- Up you get, Ruhiye.
- [Ruhiye] Hey…

- [Yasin] Come on. Get up.
- [Ruhiye] Hey.

- [Ruhiye] No. No!
- [Yasin] There we go.

- Hey, Yasin! [chuckles]
- Now I'm gonna work out with your mom.

- Ready? And up goes Mama!
- [Ruhiye yelps]

- Up goes Mama.
- [Ruhiye] Yasin!

- [Ruhiye giggles]
- [Meryem] What is going on here?

- [Ruhiye laughs]
- [Yasin] Okay.

Now, do Auntie. Do Auntie Meryem!

No, no, that's enough.
You're gonna get me hurt.

No, don't mind me. You keep on playing.

We weren't playing. We were just…

It's good, brother.
May God keep your spirits high.

Hello, Meryem.

Hello, Ruhiye. You're out in the garden.

[Ruhiye] Praise Allah.

And you!

Ismail, come here.
Have you been playing, too?

Here. Are you hungry, sweetie? [kiss]

You want to help me make some ground beef?
Go on. I've bought fresh bread, too.

Come on, Esma. Before you catch cold.

Quick, quick, quick!

I'm going to make them something to eat.
Do you want some?

- Sounds good.
- Ruhiye?

- I'll have a little.
- Oh! You hear that?

Oh, my goodness, the sky is falling.

Sister, why don't you come
and help me peel the onion?

No, she's fine. You take care of it.

Yasin?

Yeah?

I want to go back.

Where?

The village.

To do what?

I want to go.

That part I got,
but what do you want to do there?

Ruhiye…

I asked you a question.

Ruhiye?

Why aren't you answering me? Ruhiye?

I'm not upset
and I'm not saying that we can't go.

I'm only asking you to tell me
why you want to go, Ruhiye.

Ruhiye!

Ruhiye!

I guess it was stupid to think
we could actually talk about this.

That you were capable of having
a normal conversation

like a normal human being.

[Meryem] What's wrong now?
Why are you shouting?

[door slams]

Ruhiye?

[sobbing] Meryem.

Is something wrong?

I just want to go to my village.

Let's go when the kids are on vacation.

But what's there?

Why do you want to go, huh?

Why do you want to go there so bad?

What's in the village, Ruhiye?

Tell me.

Sister?

[sighs] No wonder
my brother was going crazy.

[melancholic music playing]

I will go to the village,

walk to the end and catch the local bus,

get off at the stop…

below the cemetery,

climb to the top of the hill,

find his grave…

and spit on it.

When I first saw him…

the doctor…

I just thought…

"She's gone."

She was gone already.

[sighs]

But, now she was really gone.

Then the doctor…

[inhales raggedly]

I couldn't make out
anything he was saying to me.

At all.

It was like hearing the TV
playing in another room.

And then looking at him…

I was thinking, "Why are you smiling?"

Then he said…

[voice cracking]
"You really are one lucky guy."

[sobs] "She pulled through."

"She's lost a lot of blood, you know"

"She's gonna be all right, though."

"You're happy, right?"

I wanted to say,
"And why would that make me happy?"

Help me, Hodja! [sobs]

Please show me the way.

- [sighs]
- [Yasin cries]

Come here.

[inhales raggedly and sniffs]

COLLECTION BOX

All right.

Hold this flower in your hand, Yasin.

Now tell me, how does it smell?

[in Turkish] What happened?

The flowers are nice,
but not as nice as you think.

Where were you?

[man] Where do you think?

[woman] I don't know.

Esma, can we watch my show now?

Auntie, not yet.

Fine.

[door creaks]
[man] I wasn't where you thought I was…

Yasin?

[man] Carousing with a woman…

What are you doing?

Watching Çukur.

[woman] Is there a reason
for me to think that?

[man] Come here.

Esma, get to bed. It's late.

She was watching it.

She saw enough.

Where's Ruhiye?

[woman] There is something.

In bed, where she's been since you left.

[sighs quietly]

You're not taking off your jacket?

Oh.

Meryem. Put these in water, will you?

[man] It was like a fight.

[sniffs]

Right away, brother. Praise Allah.

And take my jacket.

Thanks.

[woman in Turkish]
I can't accept it. At least get an X-ray.

[sighs]

[man 1 in Turkish] How?
Did you ask whether he was there?

[man 2] I did, Father.

[man 1] Aren't you from here?

[man 2] No, we aren't.

- Brother.
- I'm going to bed.

- [man 3] We've just arrived.
- [man 4] Forgive me.

[man 5] Get off now.

- [man 2] Father, I acted foolishly.
- [man 6] Get off.

[dramatic music playing on television]

[man 2] Now we're going to play a game.

[in English] You're all the same.
All you care about is money.

Well, you're wasting your time.

You can't just buy me off
with cheap tricks.

You're mistaking me for Gökhan.

I'm not my brother.

You stole our land.

You ruined my father.

Drove my mother to her grave.

Made slaves of my brothers and sisters.

You did all that.

You and your rotten family.

It's more than just a name you bear.
It's a curse.

Anger suits you.
I've never seen you look so beautiful.

- I'm not falling for that.
- Just listen.

I don't care about the land,
the money or my family.

[sniffs]

[sniffs]

[Melisa] What's up?

Hey. Just thought I'd give you a call.

This isn't a bad time, is it?

No, it's okay. What did you want?

To come by.

Whoa, slow down!

Or you could come here.

My cleaning lady made me
a bunch of food and pastries again.

You like to eat late.
Plus, there's a joint.

[laughs] Eat, get stoned and go home, huh?

I wouldn't let you go home unfulfilled.

You're confident, aren't you?

Always.

I'm gonna pass.

I'm watching the show.

It's already the middle of the night.

Then I've got to be on set
early in the morning.

What are you watching?

My show. The one I'm in.

Oh, yeah? I'll check it out. What channel?

No, don't. Please.
It's just a dumb, local thing.

Local thing?

Local viewers in Anatolia, small towns…
It's that kind of show.

Well, the money's good, right?

Yep.

So, you're not coming over, then?

[chuckles]

I'm hanging up.

[dramatic music playing on television]

[dramatic music playing on television]

[sighs]

[inhales deeply]

[Sinan exhales]

[orchestral music playing]

[man singing in Turkish]

- [song ends]
- [audience clapping]