Make Me Believe (2023)

[bunniefuu]

Slow down, man!

Just pick up, Precious.

PRECIOUS

Grandma!

Grandma!

Grandma!

Where are you?

Grandma!

Grandma!

Where are you, Precious?

- Grandma!

- Mrs. Aysel isn't home either?

My grandma said her heart felt off,

and I can't reach her.

Doruk, right? If I'm not mistaken.

You are mistaken.

You're consistent at least.

I can't reach Grandma.

It was ringing at first,

but now her phone's off.

Ours is shut,

but maybe this one's open.

It's shut.

- It's ringing, but she won't pick up.

- It's in there!

What if they can't pick it up?

Oh, come on!

There goes my door!

What have you done, kids?

Hold the darn thing.

You're such babies.

How could you tell me your heart felt off

and then not pick up?

I was so busy at work.

I came here for this?

Where were you two anyway?

- At the beach.

- At the beach.

My phone died, apparently.

And I left mine here.

How was I supposed to know

you'd come right away?

What did you think I'd do, Grandma?

Care to share it with me?

- Enough already!

- Right.

We're not kids.

Whenever I call you,

you're like, "I'm in Europe,"

or "There's no signal. I'll call you,"

or "I'm on a mountain. Don't call me."

- Oh, come on.

- You two never have time for us.

You wouldn't come

unless you thought we were dying.

I took the measurements,

but I can't install it today.

Sure, son. That's all right.

It'll be fine. I'm here.

What do you mean?

Why wouldn't it be fine otherwise?

You never know, you know.

There might be burglars or glass-breakers.

- Someone might have to intervene.

- Is that so?

Aren't you too old

to play the white knight?

I'm already fuming.

Oh, wow. You remember how old I am?

Well, we should go, son.

You came all this way. He must be tired.

If you two feel uncomfortable,

just come to my place.

Come on, son.

I guess I'll leave this here.

It won't do me any good.

- Come on, Grandma.

- Let's go, son.

It's just a few scratches.

It's not like I destroyed it.

Jerk.

Precious, are you okay?

I'm perfectly fine.

Better than most 20-year-olds, even.

But are you okay?

Why did you have to break my door?

Don't you have a key?

I was on my way to work, Grandma.

I didn't even think about getting the key.

I was so worried I'd lose you too.

I'm here to stay, honey.

I won't ever leave you all by yourself.

I missed you so much.

I missed you so much.

Oh, my baby girl.

Why am I here?

- What? What kind of question is that?

- Grandma!

You made eggplant brek.

Tell me. What are you after?

I'm after my no-good grandson.

It's been months. You don't even call.

Come on, Grandma.

I get Ula to check up on you every week.

Job's been busy lately.

I have a lot of grinding to do.

No way you're upset because of that.

There's something else.

I've been neglected.

You think I'd ever neglect you?

You're my queen.

I missed you so much.

Of course you did.

Now, listen.

Please don't do it again, all right?

Just call me over.

I'll come no matter where I am.

- Okay?

- Okay.

- Oh, honey.

- I could use some brek, though.

Let's eat. Bon apptit.

She says she's fine,

but I'll stay for the weekend.

- How are things there?

- It's the guys.

Kerem's been

in Mrs. Selin's office all day.

He wants to do the cover next month.

Mrs. Selin seems rather positive about it.

I can't even leave for a day.

What does he have in mind?

A foreign model

who'll be here for a special event.

She's doing a collab

with a luxury lingerie brand.

They have a collection.

The photo sh**t's done.

He only has to do the interview.

Really? How does it look?

EDITOR

SAHRA ERDENZ

I mean, the photos are nice,

but far from aesthetic.

Misogynistic opportunist.

"We're just waiting for the photographer

to come back, Mrs. Selin."

If Mrs. Selin realizes you're lying,

he'll get the cover

and become editor in chief.

I was just trying to buy time, Ahu.

We can't even reach the guy's agent.

You're driving me insane.

He's nowhere to be found!

Will you just calm down?

I told you I'd figure it out.

All right. Just wait for my call, okay?

Talk to you later.

All right. I'll be waiting.

Creep.

You're working too hard.

Just calm down a bit, honey.

If only you knew

what I'm going through, Precious.

Take this to Semiha's.

It's her plate. We can't return it empty.

Why me?

Should I do it

when my granddaughter's here?

What would people think?

Come on, doll. Just do it, baby.

Come on now. Off you go, honey.

- All right.

- Come on.

Deniz, come downstairs for a sec, son.

What's up?

Sahra brought us a plate. Please take it.

I don't need the annoyance.

I have dough on my hands.

She's been there forever.

Come on.

Unbelievable.

Here.

Something on your mind, Deniz?

So you do remember my name.

I assume you didn't make this.

Why do you care who made it?

Because it's good.

Thin and delicious.

So it can't be you.

I hope to God your kind goes extinct.

You wish.

Jerk. I hope you choke on it.

He's still the same 15-year-old boy.

There you go! Yay!

Suck it, Kerem! Suck it! Yay!

Suck it! Yay!

Oh, Grandma!

Easy there. What happened?

What did he do to you this time?

You know what he did?

He tried to steal my cover interview,

but your granddaughter is handling it.

Remember the photographer

I've been telling you about?

Deniz Tunal.

Calling his work simply photographs

is injustice, though.

They're works of art.

Anyway, he won

a global, prestigious award.

And then?

And then he turned it down.

Can you believe it?

He's the first person ever

to reject the award.

It's ridiculous.

Everyone's been after him for months,

but he's in the wind.

- What do you mean?

- He's nowhere to be found.

No one knows who the guy is.

We only know his name. We can't reach him.

If I just had a single photo of him...

Honey, have you ever heard about

this little thing called the Internet?

Okay, Grandma.

How about you try searching his name

and tell me how many hits you get?

If you can't reach him,

why are you so excited?

There's this magazine in the UK.

They wanted an interview, but he refused.

I asked my friend who works there.

She gave me his agent's number.

What if he rejects your proposal too?

He won't.

Because my promotion depends on it.

He'll just have to be convinced.

CREEP

What do you want, Kerem?

You want to tell Mrs. Selin

you can't reach our famous photographer

and you've had your team lie about it,

or will you let me have the honor

and get promoted instead?

I'm not letting you do anything.

So keep your nonsense to yourself

and just wait for the interview.

Just admit it. I won.

Accept the idea of me being your boss.

I'd rather quit.

EDITOR

KEREM SOYLU

How about this,

whoever gets the cover gets the promotion,

and the other quits. All right?

- Deal.

- I'll enjoy winning.

Good morning. What's up?

One of my cats won't come down.

Deniz is still asleep.

Stop. I'll help you out. Just wait.

Be careful, honey.

Useless slob. There.

- Wait. I'll hold it.

- No need. I can do it.

Oh my! What are you doing?

- Calm down, Grandma.

- What's going on?

Wait. Be careful!

Move aside, Semiha.

I'm fine, Grandma.

Oh no!

- Darn it!

- Darn it, Semiha.

- Isn't Deniz up yet?

- No, unfortunately.

Just don't! There's no need for him.

- I'll jump. Can you move the ladder?

- Wait, honey.

I can't lift that. I'm too weak.

- Deniz!

- Grandma, wait!

Just don't. I'll jump.

I'll be fine, Mrs. Semiha.

Just move, Mrs. Semiha. I'll just jump.

- Oh, come on!

- Wait, Sahra.

- What's wrong?

- Help, Deniz. She's stuck there.

You two woke me up for this, Grandma?

What are you even doing there?

Are you trying to fall down again?

I just figured it'd be better

for me to fall rather than Mrs. Semiha.

- Great. You're so thoughtful.

- Irresponsible jerk.

Don't push my buttons,

or I'll leave you there.

Why are you climbing trees anyway?

You strut down the streets in high heels.

You're not built for this.

You think I need your help? Just move!

Move! I'll just jump.

You're not a superhero.

- Man...

- Oh no!

I'm... I'm so sorry.

I really didn't do it intentionally.

I'm so sorry. Let me see.

Please don't touch me.

You've done enough.

I don't need any more incidents.

Go patch him up.

I'm sure Mrs. Semiha has taken care of it.

You can also apologize while you're there.

Come on.

Here's your tea, son.

Come in, honey.

What the...

I'm...

My grandma sent some first-aid stuff,

but you guys already...

I'll take them. Thank you.

I know this photo.

You do?

That's from Deniz's first exhibition.

I'm sure you remember.

Deniz took a lot of photos growing up.

He was into it, so he kept at it.

- Deniz Tunal?

- Yes, Tunal.

So the photographer

who took this photo, Deniz Tunal,

is the same Deniz Tunal

who's your grandson?

Yes, the very same. My grandson.

Deniz Tunal.

Deniz Tunal is here, Ahu,

and I just cracked his head open.

Also, I'll have to quit

if I don't get promoted.

So just drop everything and come here.

I'll text you what you need to bring.

So you're telling me

some girl just showed up,

took your treasured helmet,

and tossed it at the glass door?

Then you picked it up

and just gave it to her.

You gave her the helmet

you wouldn't let me touch.

Then she busted your head.

I'm so glad she did. She did amazing.

- This is all because of you.

- What? Me?

Why would you visit Lesbos now

all of a sudden?

- A glass of water, please.

- It's not so bad.

I'm glad you're here.

Queen Semiha misses you.

Also, you know what?

I bet she's completely in the right.

Your temper

gets the best of you sometimes.

You get all mad for no reason.

Oh, I have reason to be mad at her.

What do you mean?

Wait. This girl...

I just have to meet this girl.

Look at you.

I don't know if I should be happy or sad.

Things got complicated, huh?

I should've realized

the moment I saw it at the exhibition.

- That boat...

- What boat?

Just forget about the boat.

That's my problem.

What are we going to do?

I know Deniz well.

He's vindictive. He won't forgive me.

It's been years, though.

Right? I'm sure he's changed.

People don't change, Ahu.

We can't do the interview

if he doesn't forgive me.

Morning!

- Good morning! Get up!

- What?

Get up! Here we go. Come on.

Come on, Sahra.

This is too early even for us.

Please, just another hour. One hour.

Just one hour.

Don't be ridiculous. Get up.

We need to go shopping.

- Come on!

- This is a holiday spot, honey.

Stores won't open this early.

Are you insane?

Please, just one hour.

Hello?

Good morning.

Which issue did you say it was?

All right. I'll check right away

and get back to you.

Thank you so much. Have a nice day.

Morning, Mrs. Semiha.

Morning, honey.

So... I was thinking

maybe we'd all have breakfast together

so we can ease the tension

and I can apologize to you once more.

If you want, of course.

Of course, honey.

All right, then. Awesome.

I'll go check on Grandma.

While chasing the August cover,

we're about the blow the July one, Ahu.

Why not tell me? Mert's interview is fine,

but we need to reshoot.

Good morning to you too, honey.

- Morning, girls.

- Morning.

Should we just move your office here?

Who's Mert? He could've come too.

Well, Aysel, someone still has to work

in Istanbul on this month's cover.

- I'll make some tea.

- I'll help you.

Precious, good morning.

Where are you going?

- To help.

- No.

I invited Mrs. Semiha and Deniz over.

While Ahu's making tea,

let's discuss why

you've been just silently watching

all the while

I was looking for Deniz Tunal everywhere.

What would've happened?

You'd hound the kid like a fiend.

You'd plague him.

So I figured

you two should patch things up first.

What a great idea.

Seriously. So did it work out

the way you wanted?

Well, I didn't make you

crack his head open.

- Where's the tea, Aysel?

- I'm coming, honey.

Stop pestering me, darn it.

Here, honey.

It's on top of that cupboard.

Where's my gift?

In the living room cabinet.

Here's the brek.

There we go.

Where's Deniz? Still asleep?

He didn't come home last night.

Morning. Get yourself some coffee.

Why do I hear this from you

instead of a beautiful woman?

Just accept your fate, brother.

Hey. Get up.

Let's go to Queen Semiha's

and have a nice breakfast.

I don't want to ruin my day

drinking coffee with you.

Dude, she probably

had breakfast hours ago.

You have breakfast when you wake up.

The time doesn't matter.

- Just don't come, then. Suit yourself.

- All right. Fine.

What the...?

Which one's Deniz?

The one who's incapable of smiling.

He's cute.

His photos are much more impressive

than he is, though.

How come a guy

who can capture such intense emotions

is the biggest jerk in the world?

Why didn't you two come over last night?

We had an amazing breakfast in the yard.

You missed it.

It's your grumpy grandson.

I told him Queen Semiha must've missed me,

but he got jealous about it.

He's mad at the girl next door too.

So grumpy.

The brek's amazing.

- Have some, Ula. Come on.

- Dude! What are you doing, man?

Dude...

I love you.

I'll have my brek in the yard.

- Where are you going? Give me it!

- Why? Let me have it.

- Let go!

- Dude! What are you doing?

Go wherever you want now.

You two will never grow up.

I got the bigger portion.

So you two are childhood friends?

- Kind of.

- Kind of not.

We weren't friends.

Far from it, actually.

What's your problem with each other?

- Bon apptit.

- Deniz.

Wait a second. I'll be back in a bit.

What is this?

To replace yours.

Not that I get

why you don't just keep using it.

Anyway, as an apology.

I asked Ahu to bring a new one over,

and she did.

Oh no.

I just... I'm...

I called the shop and ordered one,

so they must've assumed it was for me.

I'm so sorry. I mean it.

No need to apologize, Ahu.

You didn't need to get one anyway.

Thank you for being so kind.

I mean...

This really shouldn't have happened.

I actually like the colors.

I do too,

but I had memories with the old one.

Well, I already knew

Ms. Sahra excelled

at ruining good memories.

So you're really not at fault here, Ahu.

But Queen Semiha was looking for a pot.

This'll make a good pot. Thank you.

Grumpy.

If you want Kerem to be your boss,

just tell me, Ahu.

All right. I'm commencing

Operation Trojan Horse.

I'm talking about Ula.

He'll be our Trojan horse.

He'll tell us all about

his friend's tastes, weaknesses,

what he likes to do...

His entire routine, basically.

I see, but how exactly

is that going to happen?

Like this.

Hello. Two glasses

of gin and tonic, please.

I'm so sorry. I didn't recognize you.

Ula, right?

Do you work here?

Kind of. I'm surprised to see you here.

We just needed a break.

We heard this was the nicest place around,

so we wanted to check it out.

Sure. You guys hungry?

Surprise us.

All right. I'll get you

your c*ck first.

What's the plan?

Okay. Ula comes around in a minute,

we invite him to our table.

He agrees, so when Deniz shows up,

he'll have to join us.

- What if he doesn't show up?

- He will.

By the way, any developments

on the July cover?

Since you don't like anything,

unfortunately, no.

We can't come up with

something new and original every time.

You'd better. Enjoy.

Mind if I join you in your hunt for ideas?

Sure. Take a seat.

Here we go.

What do you guys have in mind?

What do you want?

I used to work in advertising.

You can tell me.

Well, the topic is sustainable fashion.

A big shot is taking a step towards

recyclable, environment-friendly fashion.

My team is writing a piece about it.

The piece itself is fine,

but the photo sh**t is a disaster.

Let's just say

we couldn't satisfy Ms. Sahra.

You know what? Why don't we sh**t it here?

I think this is just the place

you're looking for.

What are you looking for?

I mean, I want it to be fresh, natural,

inclusive of both the past and the future,

simple yet sophisticated,

and real.

Excuse me.

Hey, boss.

Mr. Deniz wants his helmets, sir.

All right. I got your back.

Hey, Deniz! Come here.

They just won't stop asking

for an interview.

Give me the helmet.

Get both helmets from my office.

- Both?

- Babakale.

It looks amazing at sunset.

There are beautiful fishing boats

and a breakwater there.

The view is excellent.

Deniz can take you there.

In case you don't like it,

we'll check out alternatives.

What's going on, man?

Excuse us. Come here for a minute.

Don't act like a buffoon, man. Be polite.

See? An excellent opportunity.

Speak his language, seize the moment,

get crazy, and do something, anything.

- Really?

- Yeah.

I hope he doesn't k*ll me

when he finds out I wanted the interview.

You going to take it?

Come on already.

Can you go all the way there?

Is this how it's going to be?

We're not 15 anymore, right?

Is there a quieter place by the shore

you can take me?

Good.

No.

Please.

As an apology.

For everything.

Let's just move past it, all right?

Is this your new haven?

You're going to take this one too?

I'm trying to learn from my mistakes.

It's stunning, though.

Traveling, exploring...

You don't have time for those, right?

I know much better places.

I hear you never leave the house

when you're here.

You still stargaze and dream?

You still collect rocks

from places you want to remember?

You remember.

You were the one

who claimed to have forgotten.

Are you insane, woman?

I'm not!

Where are you going?

Seriously...

You're unbelievable.

Bravo!

My keys are gone.

What do you mean, they're gone?

This is impossible.

How? You dropped them in the water?

Sure! I'm actually insane,

so I just threw the keys over.

But why did you go in the water

with them on you?

What are we going to do?

We'll walk.

What do you mean?

Deniz...

For once, just once,

can't things go smoothly with you?

Is it just not possible?

Do you have to hurt me every time?

- Listen...

- Just don't talk to me.

Please, just don't, Sahra.

Deniz, but seriously...

Shut up. Just shut up, please.

Deniz...

Deniz, I'm sorry.

Please don't even apologize, Sahra.

I'm not even sure

what you're apologizing for this time.

Whenever you apologize,

bad stuff happens to me.

Just don't talk to me.

Don't contact me.

Act as if I don't exist.

Here's a question.

What's the deal between you and Ahu?

I mean, what's there? What is it?

There. Finally, you're being

straight with me.

She's pretty and nice. We get along.

Now, tell me

what your problem with Sahra is.

She's erratic.

She hasn't changed.

She always acted like

she was entitled to anything.

Nothing's changed.

Got to give her credit.

So, brother, I don't have the energy

to deal with another train wreck.

Have your relationship,

but don't get me involved.

You told me they'd start liking each other

if we left them alone.

What happened?

Look at them.

Deniz left at the break of dawn.

Why did Sahra have to do that?

She didn't do anything!

They've been looking

for each other for years.

Someday, they're going to realize that

one way or another, but how?

- Actually...

- Actually...

- Go ahead.

- Listen.

How about we play a little game with them?

I swear I was just thinking that.

That's such a good idea.

All right. I'm really sorry.

I'll get back to you right away.

Okay. Thanks. Have a nice day.

And here I thought I could trust my team.

Here I am, busting my butt off

for next month's cover,

yet my team

can't even handle this month's.

Honey, you're not actually

mad at the team.

Don't be hard on them for no reason.

Just tell me what happened last night.

It doesn't matter.

What matters is the result.

And the result is that Mr. Deniz

has ordered me not to contact him.

Let's go talk to Ula, then.

Maybe he can convince him.

He won't abandon his childhood friend

for a girl he just kissed yesterday.

But he really likes me.

Anyway, the locations all look nice.

It'd be better

if we could incorporate the ruins as well.

Okay.

Let's just go check them out, then.

All right?

It's obvious I can't convince Deniz.

Let's do our last issue justice, at least.

Come on. Don't be like this, please.

Pull yourself together.

We need your intellect.

Finally. Where have you been?

Never mind. Just follow me.

Why are we here, Grandma?

You know,

since there are a lot of tourists.

We could've gotten you

whatever you needed.

- So that you wouldn't bother.

- Stop talking and follow me.

We'll stop by Cultural Affairs.

Your friend there will be helping us.

I sent the clothes.

They'll discuss with the brand.

The transfer is done.

We're basically all set.

And the agency?

It's mostly handled,

but Mert has to call the photographer

to get him here.

I hate photographers.

Wait here. I'll be just a minute.

Look who's here!

- Welcome, Deniz.

- Thanks.

- What brings you here?

- Just following orders.

You used to avoid each other.

What's up? Did you two make up?

We weren't enemies.

Naim, can you help me out?

I'm coming, Mrs. Semiha.

- Hold these for a minute.

- Why?

Just hold them, man.

I need to do something. Jeez.

Oh, really?

What do you need to do exactly?

Well, good luck.

Hey.

Hey.

I texted you, but...

How about a walk?

I'm working right now.

It's okay. You guys go.

It's nothing I can't handle.

Good luck.

What's up, guys?

Not much. Just admiring beauty.

Is that so?

I don't think

I said you could join me, but...

But it's always good to admire beauty.

So we just wanted to see it up close.

What the hell, man?

- Lady, you misunderstood...

- Don't "lady" me!

- Oh no! Break them up!

- Lady...

- I told you not to call me that!

- Please stop, lady!

Haven't you had enough, you prick?

I swear...

Who do you think you're harassing, huh?

I swear I'll...

What is she doing?

- Stop! Stop it!

- Break it up!

- Come on!

- Break it up!

- Ma'am, stop.

- I swear I'll...

- I swear... Where's the other one?

- Stop it, ma'am. It's over.

Go. Come on.

- Go.

- Move.

Oh no.

What have we done, Semiha?

Thank you so much, though. I mean it.

I hadn't been in a holding cell before,

and I got to experience it thanks to you.

It's not like I end up here every day.

Also, if you hadn't shown up,

we wouldn't be in this predicament.

- So it's my fault?

- Yes, it is.

If you hadn't attacked him,

I would've been in the right

when the police arrived.

Unbelievable.

Helping out is a crime now. Amazing.

Don't help me out, then.

Did I ask for your help?

I even avoided eye contact

just like you wanted.

But what did you do?

You just jumped in.

I didn't jump in at all.

You did all the jumping.

You hit him so hard,

they documented his injuries.

Right. That's true

for the both of them, though.

Sir, please, for God's sake. You know us.

If they hadn't harassed Sahra,

we'd never be involved

in something like this.

Neither Ms. Sahra nor Mr. Deniz

has a scratch on them,

yet the guys are destroyed, sir.

Come in!

GENDARMERIE

Come in, guys.

Her grandma made us harass her, sir.

I swear we're innocent.

We had told Mrs. Aysel

it'd be wrong, but she wouldn't listen.

We begged them. They wouldn't listen.

They told us we'd be doing a good deed.

You don't know how Mrs. Semiha gets, sir.

She's really mean.

So we kind of had to do it.

She said it'd be just a quarrel.

We didn't know she had Jackie Chan in her.

Everything seems to be clear.

We'll release your friends tomorrow.

No need for you to wait here.

Just go home.

- Thank you so much.

- Watch the ladies, though.

Don't get yourselves into more trouble.

Thank you so much.

Have a nice day. Goodbye.

Man, they looked rough.

Have a nice day. Thank you.

Looks like the beating we took worked.

Get in.

We're too far to walk home.

Just hop on.

- I'm not allowed to talk to you.

- You don't need to talk.

Think of it like a bus ride.

Can you slow down a bit?

Scaredy-cat.

I said slow down.

Can you please go a bit slower?

Coward.

What is that noise? What is it?

Is this normal? Is something wrong?

What's going on? Tell me!

Does anything go normally

when you're around?

What have I ever done to you?

What do you want from me?

Pull over.

- I said pull over! I want to get off!

- All right. Fine!

I swear you are the rudest,

the most unreasonable,

the most stubborn, the most selfish,

the most disrespectful man I've ever met!

You're so judgmental

that you don't even try

to understand the other person.

You're so negative.

You're so negative

that I can't do anything nice

when I'm around you.

I just can't do it.

I'm a coward, all right? I get scared.

And I loathe bikes

because I lost my parents

in a bike accident.

I would've told you

if you just asked why I was so scared,

but you decided

to make fun of me and go even faster.

All right?

You happy now?

I might be a coward,

but you're evil.

What do you think?

We make an incredible duo, right?

So what do you say?

Can we be friends again?

We were never friends, Sahra.

And we won't ever be.

I'm curious.

You say you're scared of bikes,

but you're not afraid

to push a guy into the water

or to break glass doors.

You fear getting your hands dirty

while eating fish,

yet you're not scared

when you're beating guys up.

Which one's the real you?

You say nothing goes normally

when I'm around,

then, not even five minutes later,

you kiss me.

So which one's the real you?

Both of them.

It's as if everything goes haywire

when I'm around you.

I go haywire too.

I just can't control it.

I was never able to.

See, that's my thing.

Control.

Our trip to Babakale

was the first time I got on a bike

since the accident.

I pushed you into the water

because Ahu had told me

to do things I'd never do.

I normally wouldn't even go in

if I couldn't see the bottom.

Call me a control freak.

As for the fish,

I simply don't like

the feel of oil on my hands.

I've hated it ever since I was a kid.

You have a boyfriend?

No.

Why not?

Who does the helmet remind you of?

You.

What do you mean?

I got it for you that summer.

I figured we'd ride around together.

I never got around to it.

That means...

what was mine

eventually became mine again.

Why are you panicking?

You should've figured this would happen.

You know your grandchildren, after all.

It was actually a very solid plan.

They forced our hand.

They've been

avoiding each other for years.

Why do you think Deniz always visits

on weekdays? It's ridiculous.

What were you expecting to happen?

It's not going to happen.

Just give up already.

It's not happening.

- Don't tell them anything.

- Hush.

We won't if they don't already know.

- Honey!

- Precious!

- Son!

- Baby!

Why are they so calm?

Something happened.

For sure. Something must've happened.

Oh, honey.

Oh, son.

You're hiding something from me.

What is it? What do I need to know?

- That you're crazy.

- Don't be like that, Sahra.

Like what?

What could I possibly hide

about the night I spent in custody?

I swear you're going insane.

Plus, nothing's going our way.

We didn't get the permit.

Ula took care of it.

We're sh**ting on Monday.

- Also, everyone knows about everything.

- What?

What do you mean?

Do they know I was in custody?

They just know our famous photographer

has some rather complicated requests.

So when's the interview?

Well...

It's too early to talk about that.

I didn't tell him.

Or rather, I couldn't tell him

because I don't know how.

But I'll figure it out.

Okay. You make the coffee.

All right.

Jail wasn't good to you, huh, brother?

You say you know a lot of people,

yet you couldn't get us out.

You should've thought about that

before you guys went on a rampage.

Hey.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Here's a question, Ahu.

Does Sahra have a sore arm as well?

A sore arm? Why?

I was just curious

if custody was good for her as well.

I don't know about that,

but you could use a beating.

Please don't, brother.

Calm down. You just got out.

Don't get yourself into trouble.

Stupid creep!

She must've been talking to Kerem.

It's okay. It's their routine.

Who's Kerem?

A stupid creep.

You'd beat him up if you knew him.

I'll go check on her.

- What did he say?

- He's too confident. He's up to something.

Darn. Did I make a mistake, Sahra?

Maybe I shouldn't have

told them about Deniz.

Don't be ridiculous.

We succeeded after months of trying.

But if Kerem knows,

even my resignation won't be enough.

He'll do everything in his power

to get me fired.

Ahu, look.

Go over every detail, all right?

Let's not miss anything.

All right.

I'll go check everything.

You okay?

Work stuff?

I know what you could use. Come on.

Oh, come on.

I was just being a brat.

The place didn't do anything wrong.

The memory was soiled.

Why are you like this?

You didn't say a word to me that summer.

You wouldn't listen.

You couldn't forgive a simple...

The simple act

of you gathering all those stupid people

in a place that was special to us

and going partying with one of them

without considering the boy who liked you.

That's it?

Seriously?

- First, I didn't know that boy liked me.

- Maybe you would've if you came alone.

You gave no signals.

You were the only one who didn't realize.

Or you didn't want to.

I went out of my way

just to get your attention.

You didn't need to.

Being yourself would've been enough. See?

I was 15 years old.

So was I.

Okay. We won't get anywhere

talking about this and that. All right?

I apologize.

Both to you

and that boy.

Why didn't you come the next summer?

I lost my parents

at the end of that summer.

It was their anniversary.

We were supposed to drive

somewhere to celebrate it,

but I wasn't in a good mood.

So the two of them

took my dad's bike and hit the road.

And then...

And then

it took me a while to recover.

I didn't know.

And by the time I did come here,

you weren't here.

We moved to Germany that winter.

They split after about two years.

My mom moved to Italy.

My dad remarried.

So we lead three separate lives.

You guys in touch?

I don't travel to them,

but I see them if I'm there.

I'm sorry.

Don't be. I'm not.

This is better for everyone.

You know, I should've realized it was you

before Mrs. Semiha told me.

The moment I saw that photo

at the exhibition,

it was so captivating

it basically pulled me in.

But I don't get it.

Why would anyone turn down such an award?

Why run from that huge achievement?

Isn't that why we all work

in the first place?

How did it make you feel

when you first saw it at the exhibition?

It's hard to describe it,

but I was...

I was mesmerized.

See? That's my reward.

The photos I take and edit

don't just capture that particular moment.

They capture my feelings, my ideas.

My past, my expectations.

Everything that makes me who I am.

And I...

I share that with everyone

who takes a look.

I make a connection. A special one.

It's not made

for competition nor comparison.

That's the reward.

- So this is where you grew up.

- Sort of.

The place is beautiful.

I want to show you something.

Open it up.

One from every place I visited.

For me?

Morning.

Morning.

What are you up to?

The only thing college taught me.

What? You're an architect?

I mean, if simply graduating

makes me an architect, sure.

I've never worked as one.

So what is the model for?

A new house?

It's an old house.

I drew it while I was studying.

I figured maybe I'd live in such a place

if I had a family one day.

Then I kept working on it as a hobby.

So why isn't it done yet?

I wasn't in a hurry.

- Thank you.

- Hope you enjoy it.

I have a question.

Or rather, there's something I don't get.

What is it?

You have all these stories,

all this success,

all the things you've achieved,

all your talent.

Why don't you let people in?

- What do you want to know? Go.

- Not like that.

You do tell me already,

but I don't know,

you don't give interviews,

you don't go on radio or TV.

Well, it's my story.

It's private. It's my wounds.

They deserve to be shared

with people special to me.

I think the rest of the world

can manage with the photos I take.

Besides... the entire story is

already etched into those photos.

Should be enough.

One last question.

- Here I go.

- sh**t.

How'd you create the mystery

when your name was well-known?

People not knowing who you are

is such a good PR move.

As long as you don't visit exhibitions

and be like, "I took this photo,"

you're nothing but a name.

Also, don't underestimate Ula.

He's a true marketing genius.

They should give him the award.

You...

To you.

What the... Wait. It's too hot.

It's delicious.

Ula?

Is something wrong?

Are the Golden Girls okay?

What?

Ahu wants to talk to you.

- What time is it?

- 4:00 a.m.

What's up, Ahu?

What?

There they are.

What do you mean

we don't have a photographer, Mert?

It was confirmed two days ago,

but suddenly...

I found out

when I went to pick him up, ma'am.

He's out of town for another sh**t.

It's Kerem, isn't it?

This is his doing, right?

Why am I even asking?

Who else could it be?

I bet we can't prove it either.

I can't believe this.

Stupid creep!

I'm going to stomp on his head.

The issue needs to be sent to the press,

and we still don't have a cover.

Guys, don't worry

because you will have a cover.

Calm down.

- What do you mean?

- I'll do the sh**t.

No.

I mean, you don't have to. I mean...

Thank you so much,

you really don't have to.

Don't worry.

He's done a lot of shoots for me.

He's used to it. It's fine.

Exactly. Mr. Ula is right.

He did make me suffer a lot back then.

No problem. I can do it.

I just have a few conditions.

First, you won't give me credit for it.

Second, you'll downsize the crew.

I want one make-up artist,

one costume stylist, and one gaffer.

- You'll have them sign NDAs as well.

- All right.

The two of us will sign another contract.

You can't kiss me on the set.

It's distracting.

We'll start at the ruins at sunrise.

You guys gather the crew.

All right.

Thank God.

Good.

All right. Come a tad closer.

It suits you.

- What?

- The T-shirt. The color looks good on you.

I've never seen Deniz at work before.

What have you seen him do, then?

Tell me a bit.

Ahu!

What do you want, Ahu?

What do you think, Sahra?

I want the interview.

- Did you talk to him?

- I didn't.

And I won't because he doesn't want it.

I gave up on the idea.

What do you mean you gave up?

Do you realize what you're giving up on?

Yes, I do.

A deal's a deal.

I'll quit.

Sahra, you're being ridiculous.

He values you enough

to do a fashion sh**t,

but you can't interview him?

We won't credit him for the sh**t, Ahu.

All right? No one will know it was him.

An interview is different.

You're being selfish right now.

I'm being selfish?

Do you realize what you're asking?

Yes, I do. I realize it perfectly.

For instance, I'm asking you

not to yield to Kerem.

I'm asking you not to abandon us,

your entire team.

Do you realize what you're jeopardizing

with one tiny decision here, Sahra?

Is it really so easy

to turn your back on your teammates?

Let's not discuss this today, okay?

You're not getting me today.

I'm really not getting you today.

Isn't that why we approached him?

It's the perfect time.

What are we waiting for?

I'm not going to take advantage

of the man I love, Ahu.

All right. Just clear your head.

We'll talk later.

- How is it going?

- Just fine.

How is it going with you?

- Is something wrong?

- No.

Did I ever sign that contract

about not kissing you?

Bummer.

This wasn't in the contract.

All right. Everyone to their places.

Okay. The lady in pink

needs to move a bit to the right.

All right. Hold it like this.

Yeah. Hold it just like that. Fine.

All right.

Who's this?

Oh sh*t.

It's Kerem. The b*stard's here.

- Who?

- Just some lowlife.

He has this bet with Ms. Sahra

that involves quitting.

You'd beat him up if you knew him.

Is that so? I'll meet him, then.

What are you doing here?

I'd imagine you'd do a lot of things

out of ambition,

but sleeping with him for an interview...

Watch your mouth, prick!

- Please!

- What did you just say?

- Easy!

- What's going on?

Does he know about your plan?

Does he know he's being used?

- I'll k*ll you!

- Please.

What's going on? What's wrong?

Deniz...

- What is it?

- I'm Kerem.

Hello.

I'm Intense Men's editor.

Won't you guys ever leave me alone?

I keep turning you down.

When I found out you were in Assos,

I figured you took

Ms. Sahra's offer for an interview.

What interview?

Was I wrong?

Hang on a minute. The...

The whole bet thing

was about the interview? All of it...

Wait. Was all of it for an interview?

Deniz...

can we talk in private?

It's a simple question, Sahra.

Was all of it, everything,

just for a f*cking interview?

No.

Well, at the beginning.

But then, no.

Unbelievable.

You can have your interview.

Ms. Sahra knows everything anyway.

She doesn't need me.

You can get the photos from Ula.

Congratulations. You won the bet.

Deniz...

- So Sahra?

- I swear I'll...

Deniz!

Deniz!

Deniz, please wait!

Deniz!

Where have you been?

Here.

When was the last time you took a shower?

What are you up to?

I'm saving you guys from Kerem.

Is this Deniz's interview?

You're really doing it?

You were right.

I have no right

to turn my back on any of you.

I don't care about the promotion,

but if this is what it takes to stop him...

You sure you want to expose Deniz?

His story deserves to be told.

It's not like

I have anything left to lose.

Get the photos from Ula

as soon as possible.

I'm taking a leave.

The team knows what to do.

Don't call me unless it's urgent.

Congratulations, Sahra.

- Congratulations, Ms. Sahra.

- Congratulations.

Bravo!

Congratulations, Ms. Sahra!

EDITOR IN CHIEF

SAHRA ERDENZ

Oh, honey.

Congratulations.

Finally. Congratulations.

EDITOR

SAHRA ERDENZ

EDITOR IN CHIEF

SAHRA ERDENZ

Hey, boss.

Could you please check your email

for your first approval as the boss?

ALTERNATIVE 1 - ALTERNATIVE 2

YOU CAN'T COMPARE ARA REBELLIOUS, MYSTERIOUS MAN

SANTORINI - GREECE

NAICA - MEXICO

Hey! Get up, brother.

Pull yourself together.

Ula, I can't deal with you right now.

I swear. Leave me alone.

Dude, come on.

I bought bagels. I made tea.

Please drop the sad,

devastated, dying guy act.

Come on. Just go freshen up.

Damn it.

Why'd you sleep downstairs?

I was too lazy to go up.

You think I'd buy that?

You just didn't want to be alone in there.

Why don't you leave, Ula? Seriously.

I didn't come here

to admire your sulky mug.

Here. This is why I'm here.

Your interview.

Take it, read it, eat.

Get something in you besides alcohol.

Are you and Ahu still together?

She's back in Istanbul.

I assume you'll leave

when the season is over.

I have some ideas. We'll see.

Listen. I'm glad it wasn't you

who did the interview.

It wouldn't be this good.

She expertly explained

who you are, what you're about.

Just take a look.

Maybe it'll help you direct your anger

towards the right person.

You'll have a fight,

then you'll make love.

Then you'll fight more and make more love.

You'll figure it out at the end.

A REBELLIOUS, MYSTERIOUS MAN

DENZ TUNALI

"He believes that everything

people wonder about him,

who he is, his past, and his dreams

are already present in his work,

and that him being out there as a figure

will force the connection he makes

into taking a back seat."

"Hence the hiding."

"I don't agree with him,

but I do respect him."

"So I won't share his face."

"I'll keep the man

I looked for for two years,

my childhood friend and love

I knew for 15 years, hidden in my heart."

Despite nearly all my fond memories

of my teenage years involving him,

I got lost in my adult concerns

and overlooked my purest, truest side.

I forgot who I was.

I found myself dumbstruck and mesmerized

two years ago at an exhibition

where I saw a photograph he took,

because it reminded me

of what I had forgotten.

Sahra!

- What is it, Ahu?

- Why aren't you dressed?

- This is your promotion party.

- I'm not coming.

You're acting crazy, Sahra. Are you okay?

I'm not okay at all, all right?

I don't have a reason to be.

To hell with

the celebration and the promotion.

Enough is enough. You have to

pull yourself together. Get up!

- Get up. We're going.

- Let me go!

Listen, honey.

You need to go get ready.

This is not you, Sahra.

No. I think this is me on all accounts.

Can't you see I'm hurting?

I'm not in the mood to celebrate.

Leave me alone.

That's exactly why we're going out.

To change your vibe.

Come on. Please. Let us support you.

Everybody's so worried about you.

Don't lock yourself in here.

What's going to happen to you and Ula?

I don't know. We haven't discussed it.

We'll go with the flow.

- I hurt your relationship too.

- Don't be ridiculous.

We're fine.

He recommended this restaurant.

He's amazing. He knows every place.

Well, ladies and gentlemen,

I'd like to raise my glass

to Sahra's promotion.

- Congratulations.

- To all of you.

I think it's my turn to speak.

You'd expose yourself

just to respond to me?

I thought I was hidden in your heart.

No one can find me there.

I'm not scared of being complete like you.

If that was the case,

why did you leave?

Why didn't you listen to me?

Why didn't you believe I loved you?

Is this a confession?

The article that brought you here

was a confession.

This one's just a question.

I better answer, then.

It finally happened.