Arzu, did you make this?
Yes. I made it, but it didn't really work out. I couldn't get it right.
That's why I asked you.
[İlkkan] Arzu dear, don't pay attention to them.
They tease people they like, they make fun.
I'm going to the kitchen to get leeks. Do you want anything?
Honey, could you bring me a spoon, please?
Sure, take mine.
-I'll bring one for myself. -Okay, thank you.
İlkkan, bring the leek with its plate, too.
[İlkkan] Sure thing.
Arzu. Arzu.
How long has it been for you and İlkkan now? Two months?
-Two months. -Oh, that's great.
Have you reached the pajama stage? Did he tell you about it?
[Arzu] No, what pajamas? No.
Well, here's the thing about İlkkan, okay?
He wants to wear matching pajamas with his girlfriends.
[Yılmaz] Like, silk pajamas, right?
He wants the girl’s to be black, his to be white.
He thinks that puts him on the “innocent” side.
That’s the deal…
That’s how we know if he’s really in love.
The pajama stage.
But if you didn’t know this, don’t tell him I told you, okay?
Just between us.
What are you two whispering about there?
Oh, nothing. I was just saying about Ersoy...
Dude, you're like a funeral at this magnificent table.
What’s wrong with you?
I’m fine, man.
You haven’t eaten anything.
I did. It’s really delicious. Thank you.
[Arzu] Enjoy, Ersoy.
Sorry, I’m just feeling a bit…
[İlkkan] Are you gonna eat in there?
-[Yılmaz] Hey? -[İlkkan] What's happening? Ersoy!
[Yılmaz] Ersoy... Ersoy...
What happened, Yılmaz?
Don't worry, you're home. Drink some water.
Open your mouth, I'll pour some in.
Dude, calm down. You try to suppress your panic by going nuts.
Is that how to do it?
I was just helping him drink.
Okay, I'm fine, İlkkancım.
Don’t take me to the hospital. No need for extra expense.
Your blood sugar dropped. You’re not eating anything.
You haven’t eaten all day. You’re sleeping 20 hours.
And when we ask, you say nothing, Ersoy!
And if necessary, we’ll take you to the hospital, Ersoy. Enough of that.
You just came back to life yesterday.
Now suddenly you’re giving opinions?
He’s lost his mind.
I’m so sorry, Arzu.
[İlkkan] It’s okay, no worries.
-I just came around, so -[Arzu] It’s fine.
-I’m not totally in control of what I’m saying. -It’s fine.
It’s okay, my dear Ersoy.
My brother, what is your problem?
You’re not telling us anything.
God forbid, did you get some bad news or something?
Man, for months I haven't been able to put even half a loaf of bread on this amazing table.
This really hurts me.
I’m really upset about it.
My unemployment has spun completely out of control.
I’m taking pocket money from you guys like a little kid.
Ersoy, do you want to speak privately if we send Arzu away?
[Yılmaz] What do you say, Arzu? You could leave.
Why would I do that?
[Ersoy] No, it’s okay Arzu, stay.
I mean, I’ve been applying everywhere for two months.
I swear, no one has responded.
So I said, “Well, if that’s how it is, I’ll just cut my expenses.”
Food, clothing, going out, tea, coffee…
Everything, basically. I cut it all down.
But it only worked until today.
My body and soul both collapsed, Yılmaz.
[Yılmaz] What did I tell you? What did I say?
“You said ‘Ersoy got fat like an ox, I’m ashamed to look at him,’ brother.”
[Yılmaz] Exactly.
Then you added,
“He’s got at least 20 extra kilos.”
[İlkkan] But it turns out he’s not dieting, he’s just being proud.
Even if the reasoning was wrong, I still had a sort of logic, right?
I was observing our friend from an external point of view. Right?
Don’t mind him, Ersoy…
Why didn’t you tell us earlier, man?
What’s this? Why didn’t you mention this situation before?
Why wait until you faint?
Did you have to pass out, brother?
Did you have to collapse, man?
Now this is on our shoulders too, İlkkancım.
Because it’s partly our shame. Alright?
[Yılmaz] Batuhan, give me your final word.
What’s your last take?
That’s it? That’s your final word? Tell me.
Yılmaz, as I’ve said, here’s the bottom line:
I can sell birds on my own.
It’s a one-person job. So, unfortunately…
I mean, birds… I’m not quite getting what you’re saying, but…
Come on, Batuhan, do us a favor, man. We’ve got history.
I really can’t do anything.
Also, about Ersoy…
Come on, shame on you, Batuhan.
What’s wrong with Ersoy?
Ersoy really loves birds. He understands them. Shame on you.
Could you say you built this bird shop alone?
I built this bird shop alone, Yılmaz.
Alright. I’ve got nothing else to say.
Whoever wanted a bird, I helped them all. I did.
I single-handedly sold 50 birds here.
Anyway, Batuhan… Shame on you.
This will come back to you.
[bird chirping]
What are you doing, man?
What are you doing? Where did—
Isn’t it obvious where I’m coming from?
Dude, this is so wrong.
It won’t work this way. C’mon, go fix it back at home, man.
-Go. -Dude, don’t be ridiculous…
Why are you here at Batuhan’s?
Look, Yılmaz, I don’t want any pets in the house, so you know.
Dude, what do you mean? Whose house, whose pet?
I asked Batuhan about a job for Ersoy, man.
-Yeah? -He said no.
Before that, I tried Tanju. Tanju’s store is shut; he’s in Thailand.
Dude, what Tanju? Why Tanju or anything?
Look, we’ve got this guy named Nezih at the gym.
-What? -Nezih from the gym, man.
He’s a really cool guy. I show him some workout tricks.
We’re on good terms. While talking today, it came up.
He’s got a patisserie café. He urgently needs employees.
Five people quit on him today! All at once!
-He says he’s so desperate… -Shout it out a bit. What?
Step away so we can talk properly.
-Man, the bird is chirping. Go on. -He says he’s so desperate
that even if the person is a ret*rd or the Hunchback of Notre Dame,
just show up and start work immediately.
He’s that desperate. Every problem has a solution.
Right. You should’ve told Ersoy, man.
I did, man! He said, “Have him come in. Let’s talk.”
He literally said he’s so desperate that even if the person is a ret*rd,
or the Hunchback of Notre Dame, just come in immediately.
He’s that desperate.
[bird chirping]
For the first time in my life, I’m specifically angry at someone’s lower half, İlkkancım.
Come on, fix that so we can go somewhere.
[Yılmaz] Ersoy, I have one request.
You know that laugh you do,
that annoying, kind of sickly laugh?
During the interview, don’t do it. Don’t scare people, okay?
-Please. -Hey, I think Ersoy has a very nice,
warm, friendly laugh.
-Yes. -It inspires confidence.
You should laugh, man.
Fine. After you get hired, laugh all you want.
Just don’t laugh during the interview, okay?
[Ersoy] Okay, man. Enough already.
You’re micromanaging me too much.
[Yılmaz] Wrong door. This way.
[light upbeat music]
So how’s the place, Ersoy?
It’s nice but kind of big.
[gasps] Huh?
What’s going on? Esra, hey?
What are you doing here? What are you reading?
I spent half an hour at home thinking, “Where won’t they find me?”
I chose Nezih’s place. And here you are.
They’ll find you anywhere, Esra.
You should’ve messaged us beforehand.
“Going to Nezih’s, don’t show up.”
-Yeah… -Next time I’ll do that.
Like the opposite of making plans.
-Next time I’ll do that, maybe. -So you know Nezih as well, Esra?
Yes, I do. Why?
We brought Ersoy here because…
[Ersoy] Yes, since he's hiring…
Nezih needs employees here.
Because he’s short-staffed?
[Ersoy] Right?
San Sebastian!
My chef makes a San Sebastian cheesecake that is…
Two words: beyond perfect.
-Thanks a lot. -[Waiter] Coming right up.
Hey, İlkkan, over here.
-Sure, man. Let’s go. -This side? Okay.
-Esra, come on. -Go ahead.
-Esra, come on. -No, no, I won't interrupt you.
-Come on, come on. -I don’t want to interrupt you. Please…
Come on, you’re not interrupting.
Guys! Four San Sebastian cheesecakes. -[Esra] Don’t interrupt me. Please…
-That’s so kind. -Nezih, you really didn’t have to.
-Why the trouble? -Come on.
-[Ersoy] How shall we sit?
Let’s let Esra sit first, since she’s a lady.
-Okay, thanks. -Come, Esra dear. Go ahead.
Welcome again, guys.
[Yılmaz] Thanks.
Nice to see you again, Nezih. This is my friend, Yılmaz.
-[Yılmaz] Pleased to meet you. -Pleased.
Apparently you already know Esra.
Esra is our wild beauty, yes.
Yes… I specifically wanted to introduce Ersoy to you, brother.
Regarding what we talked about yesterday.
Yes. The main topic today is Ersoy.
[Ersoy] Don’t exaggerate, sir.
So, remind me, İlkkan?
About the staffing situation, you said “Bring him, let’s talk,” so here’s Ersoy.
Ah, yes, yes. Right.
Hello again, my friend. Ersoy, tell me a bit about yourself.
Sure. I mean…
[clears throat] Let me explain.
I’m someone with work experience, I’m disciplined.
How else can I put it…?
Work is something feminine to me.
Nezih, if you’d like, let me jump right in:
When you look at Ersoy, you might see someone who’s flighty,
messy, bohemian… or how do you say it?
A “womanizer” type slacker, but please ignore that image.
Ersoy is actually like a donkey when it comes to working.
He’s very attentive. He comes up with good solutions to problems.
He’s practical. I think
you’ll be really satisfied. That’s my humble opinion.
Ersoy, got any floor experience?
Nope.
You do?
I have experience in stationery. Twelve years.
-Esra. -Huh?
What do you think?
-Bro… -You decide.
I don’t know, I mean…
Ersoy is fine, yeah. He’s fine.
In this café, Esra’s word is final.
Alright then. Welcome to the team, Ersoy.
Glad to be here, thanks a lot.
First off, you’re on the day shift.
Sure, whatever you say. I’ll manage, brother.
Fist bump!
-Thanks, Zeynep dear. -[Esra] Thank you.
[İlkkan] No need, Nezih.
[Yılmaz] Thank you.
Guys, Saturday night, we’re at Cadı.
We’ll cut loose.
-[İlkkan] Okay. -I’m expecting you.
Cadı… I… -Esra?
-Huh? -Saturday night, what are you up to?
Bro… Saturday?
There was something with Yılmaz... What was it?
I have nothing scheduled with you Saturday.
-[Esra] Saturday… No, there’s something… -[Nezih] You’re coming. You’re coming.
-You’re coming. -But there was something…
Saturday night at Cadı, Esra.
I’m pretty sure I’m busy with something… -Spy. Spy. Settled.
We’ll see each other, okay?
-We’ll be there, man. Don’t worry. -I just might have
to take my grandma for jaw surgery, Nezih.
She’s been busy.
We only got an 11 p.m. appointment. I might not make it to Cadı.
Yılmaz, I’m expecting you.
We’re definitely coming, Nezih. We’ll be at Cadı, don’t worry.
Alright then. See you guys. Enjoy.
[upbeat music plays]
[İlkkan] No, no, Esra dear, that’s not how you do it.
Don’t hit the center of your own ball.
Hit it off-center so it spins off the cushion.
Move in closer to your ball now. That’s good.
Why is this guy suddenly coming on to me now?
[Ersoy] Yeah, for real. He called you “ajan” [spy], Esra.
“Ajan,” what does that even mean now? I haven’t heard that word in 20 years.
It was from my dad, actually.
He once said, “Ajan, get up, bring some water.”
And even then I asked “What’s ‘ajan’?”
And now 20 years later, it shows up again.
Look at that, crossing my path.
“Ajan”? “Spy,” what the hell?
Ersoy, enough. Please…
What’s wrong?
Esra, the guy isn’t hitting on you.
If you ask me.
There’s a different vibe going on.
I didn’t interpret it as flirting when that happened.
If he is flirting, so what? Who cares?
As long as he does it decently, no problem, right?
Sure, of course. I’m just telling you what I felt.
But if he oversteps his boundary…
Then he’ll see me first, obviously.
In what capacity, exactly, İlkkancım?
Huh?
Man, he is obviously hitting on her. It’s so clear.
When I look at Esra, I see a beautiful and young woman, right?
She’s also an academic. He’s telling her to go out at night, etc.
There must be some feelings behind that.
Dude, let me tell you: if there’s thunder, it’s gonna rain.
And the sun always comes out after it rains.
Now look at the count, Yılmaz: Boom! Boom! Boom!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Boom! Boom!
[upbeat music]
How long have you known Nezih, Esra?
I don’t know, really...
I've been going back and forth to his shop for five or six years. I don't know.
Well, now you need to ask yourself this:
Why hasn't anything happened all this time, but now suddenly... what changed?
Something changed, right? But what changed?
That's the question you need to ask yourself.
[Yılmaz] The guy got older, Esra.
Have you ever looked at what Nezih wears?
His style, his clothes...
He’s not making a move on you; he’s chasing his own youth.
That’s my opinion. So there's nothing going on, no flirting.
I said I sense some other energy. Yes, some different vibe.
It's not directed at you; it's totally his own...
Anyway, whatever. He’s an older man.
We call him “Brother Nezih” but actually he’s “Uncle Nezih.”
Wait a minute, man, what are you saying? Uncle?
That “uncle” you speak of
does split squats at the gym with young kids on his back.
[Ersoy] What the hell is that? -What?
Never mind. Ersoy, focus on your job.
Look, so many people have gone through hell so that you can earn a living.
Just adjust your focus properly, I'm begging you.
What's wrong with my focus, man?
[Yılmaz] You know.
Ersoy, I saw the way you looked at that waitress.
Yılmaz is right. Shift your focus from the waitress to your livelihood.
[Yılmaz] Your livelihood... -Okay?
[Ersoy] Come on...
Give me that cue. -Here.
I'm gonna do a double-shot. Hand me the ball.
[upbeat music]
[Yılmaz] Let’s go.
[motor revving]
f*ck!
[phone vibrating]
Hello, Brother Nezih?
Alright, I’m coming out.
Dude, what’s with all the noise? You scared us to death.
Man, we listened to you and gave up on the car. Was that bad?
I bought this. It's a perfect machine. Thanks, İlkkan.
No bread tomorrow for me, heads up.
What? Why tomorrow?
Oh right, we’re hitting the club, right? Okay man, sure.
Love ya. Oh, by the way...
Text me Esra’s phone number, so I can remind her too.
Alright.
Yılmaz! Buddy, how's it going? We’re at Cadı tomorrow, yeah!
Alright, man... Yes, Cadı it is. Hey, Nezih, there’s something I wanted to—
Okay, I’m off at full throttle.
On Ersoy’s first day at work...
How did Ersoy's first day go?
Anyway, we’ll ask him tonight.
Did you persuade Nezih to get a motorcycle, İlkkan?
Yeah, man. The guy was gonna buy a huge SUV, I said don’t buy it.
Is that any of your business? Huh?
Why would you do that? And how does he even know where our house is?
He came here yesterday.
We sat, had tea. I gave him my light blue ripped jeans.
You gave a 55-year-old man your ripped light blue jeans, İlkkancım?
You’re the one who’s 55. Way to go, man.
Brother Nezih is 25, man.
Bullshit, get outta here.
[upbeat music]
Ersoy! Why the hell are you working overtime on your first day?
Here, eat this. Are they paying you?
[Ersoy] Of course they will.
Ask for it. Ask for your money.
He should pay you.
What else could I do, man? What else was I supposed to do?
That's the nature of this game, Yılmaz. They have no staff, basically.
It wasn’t even his idea.
I volunteered for the overtime. Willingly.
Huh. Good job, Ersoy. That’s the spirit, man.
That’s what you do. You gotta claim the job from day one.
[Ersoy] Where’s Zeynep?
[Arzu] I don’t know, man.
Have you guys seen Zeynep anywhere? -Who?
Zeynep. Have you seen Zeynep?
I can't see her. The place is full of scumbags, man.
It won’t do. She came alone, all by herself.
She’s right there, playing with her friends.
Why do you care about Zeynep? -[Ersoy] Where, man?
She’s playing there.
[upbeat music]
I’m going to the restroom.
[upbeat music]
Yılmaz.
Tonight, I’m gonna bring up the pajamas, bro.
Seriously? Has the moment come? Damn, good for you, man.
The heart always knows the right note, İlkkan.
Just listen to its melody.
Might be.
İlkkan. Have you really thought this through?
You know, about this love thing? Are you in love?
One hundred percent sure you’re in love right now? Pajamas?
Man, mine will be white and Arzu’s black. Silk, you know.
Alright… Let’s see how it goes! C’mon, come here!
Wish you luck.
[upbeat music]
İlkkan...
You’re hyping this guy up too much. Stop it.
Don’t hype him up any further.
What’s wrong? Are you jealous, man?
I think you should re-evaluate your relationship with life, Yılmaz.
-Huh... -[Esra] Yeah.
Everybody has their own taste.
It doesn’t have to be that black, right?
It could have stayed salt-and-pepper.
[Yılmaz] What?
A salt-and-pepper look.
Who?
Nezih.
She’s so drunk.
[Nezih] Guys, love you all.
I’m heading to the restroom. Need anything?
Classic Brother Nezih.
Classic...
Where’s Arzu?
I believe the coffee was yours. Here you go.
Let me put this down as well. Enjoy.
Excuse me, we asked for the bill,
but I don’t think this is correct. Could you look?
Let me check.
Ah, sh*t! Oops...
“Ah, sh*t”?
Sorry, ma’am.
My a*s has been f*cked since morning, really.
We’re short-staffed here, I’m running around on my own.
It’s nothing to do with you. I’m sorry. I’ll fix this.
I’m so sorry. Ersoy, come here a sec.
-What happened? -What are you saying, are you nuts?
Alright, then you handle it yourself.
Sorry about my friend.
-Sorry, where’s the restroom? -I’ll help you.
It’s at the very end,
-turn right, you’ll see it. -We only had one cake and two drinks,
but this is a bit high.
-Excuse me. May we see a menu? -Sure, buddy.
I’ll be right back in a moment.
Ersoy, clean that table down there too, will you?
Yaşar, don’t talk to me like that.
Please, I’m begging you. Could you be a bit more polite?
Ersoy, you’re awesome. Fist bump!
Taking the bus to the gym makes me uncomfortable.
It feels like you shouldn’t go to the gym by bus.
Plus, it's just that personal gym I go to.
What am I doing on that bus? You get what I’m saying?
I couldn’t wake up early, so…
Dude, I keep telling you— why don’t you sign up, too?
Come on, do a couple of moves with me.
-No. -No.
After I drop you off, I’ll walk. That’ll be my gym.
Just a couple days ago, I was lifting with Brother Nezih at the gym.
Some young dude came over, looked, and said:
“Hey old man, doesn’t that bench press feel too heavy for you?”
Nezih turned around to the kid,
“Baby,” he said, “this isn’t a bench press.”
“It’s a young press.”
What a guy…
So good.
So you like this new jet-black hair on Brother Nezih, right, İlkkan?
That’s true, right?
-I do like it. -You like that jet-black…
He looks 20 years younger all of a sudden. So what?
But do you think that’s necessary?
All of a sudden looking 20 years younger?
Yılmaz, I think people should act in whatever way
makes them feel good, man.
That includes dyeing their hair. What’s wrong with that?
I’m not talking about that specifically. It’s not quite the issue, but okay...
Anyway…
We have to define this properly, brother.
This is what you call a “midlife crisis.” Okay?
What I’m saying is, I’m worried that these rash actions
might lead to a bigger downfall later on.
That’s what I’m talking about.
Alright, then tell me this:
Do you believe that the body and the soul should be in balance?
Do you believe that, man?
Alright, I believe— Yes, yes, I do, okay?
Look, we’re born with that balance, but after a while
the body races ahead and leaves the soul behind.
Let it, man. Let it...
How so? “Let it”?
So your soul is 30, but your body is aging?
-Let the body go. -It’s 55 now…
So what happens? To close the gap,
people feel forced to take measures.
They want to compensate for that gap.
-You have to be careful there. -But I don’t think
-there’s anything wrong with that. -I’m being careful…
No. There’s nothing wrong with it.
Look at Brother Nezih—next week, he’s getting both his double chin
and jawline done.
[Yılmaz groans]
Look, I understand you perfectly,
but you’ve got to understand me, too.
For instance, take women, for example...
Let's say, hypothetically, starting around 17,
they start using cosmetics, makeup, that kind of stuff.
So the man’s supposed to pay for that?
I’m not saying that.
I’m not saying that, my sentence continues.
-Yes. -You get me?
-I do. -So what happens then?
As they get older, women do, I don’t know...
Plastic surgery, face-lifts,
implants, that kind of stuff, they go on with their lives.
-Yes? -You know why, brother?
Why do you think?
Why, brother?
Why, why? Let me tell you... -[man] Slow down, easy now...
Because all a woman cares about is looking young.
She doesn’t want to BE young.
She just wants to LOOK young. You follow me?
But the man wants to actually BE young.
He tries to become young. That's the tragedy I'm talking about.
He tries to go back, to reach that youth,
imitating those attitudes, behaviors…
-Hello? ...He tries to do it.
-That makes us look ridiculous. -Arzu!
-That’s what I’m saying. -We’re almost at your stop.
Makes you look ridiculous.
-We’re at your stop now! -Don’t shout.
-Okay, I see you! -Don’t shout on the bus.
Get on the bus now! Come to the back! Come on, get on.
-On the bus... -Yeah, yeah, I see you, come on.
Stop shouting on the bus. Stop yelling. Did you mention the pajamas?
-I did, I did. -What’d she say? What’d she say?
Man, she just laughed. It seemed like a positive reaction.
-Great. Good. -[İlkkan] We’ll see. Oh, here she comes.
[Yılmaz] Alright.
-[İlkkan] My dear. -[Yılmaz] Arzu, what’s up? Welcome.
When you said, "We’ll pick you up from the stop,"
I thought you meant by car.
I can’t pick up the car yet, it’s still in the shop. You know, sweetheart.
Calm down a bit. Come here.
Just 11 stops to go. Sit in my seat, get comfortable.
-Hand me your bag. -Come.
He took the car in for repair so...
This way…
Sorry, my friend, but I don’t agree with you at all.
-Me? -Yes, you.
I didn’t mean to overhear, but it’s a bus.
Look, I’m 59 years old.
I’ve been getting regular Botox for years. So what?
Uncle, first of all, your Botox is terrible.
That’s not how Botox should look. You say 59, but you look 75.
So I’m right.
Actually, excuse me, but you’re eavesdropping on our conversation
and then butting in, yelling.
[woman] Yeah, uncle. Don’t get these things done without knowing what you’re doing.
[Yılmaz] Exactly.
You’re right, kid.
-Me? -There’s nothing going on here.
A man is a man, a woman is a woman.
Oh, come on… Is that our topic now, ma’am?
What’s that got to do with anything?
Dude, what are you even talking about?
Yılmaz? -They eavesdropped on us.
Do you know these people? -No, it's the bus.
Yılmaz was shouting. -Ma’am,
I was explaining something to my friend:
Change is obviously a challenge.
But we should adapt to it in more organic ways, I was saying.
Apparently, he was listening in.
I was saying let our hair go white, let us have a double chin—what’s the big deal?
He just jumped in, blah blah…
You’ll end up like this.
A man should just sit like a man.
What did you say, you dog?
[All] Huh?!
What’s going on? What did he say?
Please. Please.
[Yılmaz] You rude jerk! He’s insane! -[İlkkan] Unbelievable!
So rude!
[everyone murmuring]
I mean, is that any way to talk to an old lady?
[Yılmaz] Dye your mustache, too!
You’re old is your mother, you jerk!
She’s crazy, too.
[İlkkan] Ma’am, I’m actually— -Linking arms...
-strolling around with her. …defending you here.
[İlkkan] Of course I do. What’s the problem?
She’s my wife, okay? So watch yourselves.
No, I’m not your wife, actually. -[Yılmaz] Ma’am,
he’s saying there’s something— -I’m not his wife.
Alright, fine!
He’s saying there’s something going on—
The pajama stage... -We’re dating.
-Pajamas? -He mentioned pajamas—
That’s what he’s talking about! -Dude, mind your own business!
-Would you sit down, please? -And who are you?
-My God… -Who are you, man?
-They heard everything… -You keep eavesdropping
and butting in!
Yılmaz, enough. -Stop meddling in everything.
-Have some manners! -Okay, okay.
This is a public space; you can’t do this kind of stuff here.
You’re the one riling them up like this!
-People like you do this! -What are you doing?
Stop hyping up Nezih!
What are you doing to me in front of Arzu?
-Okay… Just… -Look, this youth will slip away from you.
-You’ll hold on, you can’t keep it! -Oh yeah? Yeah?
You’ll slam into a wall! Got it?
-Don’t embarrass me. -Ring the bell! Ring it!
-I’m getting off! -Ring it! Go!
-Ring the bell! -Go!
Ring the bell. Rude people!
I’m going to teach you manners.
Alright, alright, alright, İlkkancım.
He’s crazy or something.
There are so many natural products!
Use them! That’s my advice to you, as your young brother.
Eat well, exercise!
Instead of messing around with Botox clinics
and barbers messing with your hair.
-If you don’t respect me… -Enough.
…at least show her some respect. -Fine then, do that, just sit down properly!
Don’t butt into people’s conversations…
He called an old lady a “dog!”
Get off now! He said “dog!”
Get off, man!
You’re stirring up trouble!
You’re the dog! You! b*tch!
Ersoy, it looks like a plate’s not enough for you.
We can fill the bathtub if you want. You can just get in.
Roll around in it while you eat. Let’s do that.
Stop messing with the kid. He’s already dead tired.
He needs some energy, let him eat.
He’s spending more energy eating than he’s getting right now. Slow down.
What’s it to you, bro? Just hush, don’t interfere.
He’s a grown man; let him eat however he wants. Good grief!
-Thank you. -What’s with you, anyway?
Why are you so aggressive?
I’m fine, man.
You keep meddling in everything like a family man. It’s bugging me.
Why didn’t Arzu come?
She’s got exams starting soon.
[clears throat] She’s staying at a friend’s place to study.
You’re coming with me tomorrow to the shop, right?
Where to? What’s there? I’ll come too.
I’ll head out early tomorrow.
Come on.
İlkkan found a very long trench coat.
Long, leather, white trench coat he likes.
Look, but you have to come, Yılmaz.
You’re good at bargaining, I’m no good at it.
I’ll come, I’ll come.
Then afterwards we can go somewhere for tea or something.
That’ll help clear his head.
Anything new with Brother Nezih? In his quest to stay young?
I don’t know, man. I haven’t been to the café for a while.
Well, something happened.
When he walked past me today,
I started hearing crinkle-crinkle sounds coming from the guy.
At the end of the day, I said,
“Brother,” I said, “are those sounds coming from you?”
-[Yılmaz] Drink some water. -Then he… Huh?
Drink some water if you like.
So you won’t choke.
When I said that, man, he ripped off his T-shirt with a “rip” sound.
Sorry, but…
His belly, his chest—everything was wrapped in plastic wrap, man.
He got a tattoo. He said, “Canko, I got a tattoo.”
The front’s tribal; the back’s a dragon.
He calls you “canko”?
Whatever he calls me, man.
As long as he pays me… That’s what matters to me.
Isn’t he paying you?
He’s paying it late, a bit. But it’s not that big a deal. He does pay.
How’s Zeynep?
She’s openly hitting on me, man.
Openly?
But is your indifference because you’re so focused on your job?
I mean...
What’s she doing that’s so “openly”?
She’s like, “Ersoy, you’re this,”
“Ersoy, you’re that,” and so on.
Whenever I lift my head,
she’s always looking at me. We always lock eyes.
Every time I look up, she’s staring at me.
And then she said,
“I have a weakness for busy men.”
So?
So basically, I don’t have time to spend on that, İlkkancım.
I think I ate too much.
[İlkkan] Bon appétit.
I’m going to bed. Good night, guys.
-[Esra] Good night. -[İlkkan] Night.
[Yılmaz] Please don’t eat that much right before sleeping, okay?
You’ll sh*t the bed.
-Put that over there... -Don’t put the empties there!
Dude, move out of the way! Move!
[Ersoy] I’ll take it, okay.
[upbeat music]
Sis, take these.
Put them over there.
Watch it! Go dry those off.
Oh, f*ck this...
Ugh!
Ersoy, are you okay? What happened? You feel dizzy?
I’m not well, Zeynep.
Aw, damn. Alright, come on, let’s get some air.
Let’s take a five-minute break. Come on, let’s go.
[man] A break right now?
Huh?
Dude, I’ll f*ck you up badly! as*h*le!
I’ll shove that salmon up your mouth and nose!
Easy, Ersoy, okay. Okay.
Come on, let’s just go change scenery. We’ll step into the yard, come on.
-My hands are fishy but… -[man] Exactly.
[Zeynep] It’s fine.
Should we grab our coats, Zeynep? It’s cold out.
[Zeynep] Okay.
At least you get off early today. What about me?
And Nezih’s not even here.
I was planning on leaving by six, but it’ll stretch to seven.
If Nezih were here, he’d help me out. Great.
Mhm.
Yeah.
Ersoy, I totally get what you’re going through.
Look, when I first started, I was the same way.
You don’t know where to put your hands and arms.
It feels like everything is closing in on you.
All of that is very normal.
Believe it or not, when I get home from work, okay?
I don’t eat or anything...
Look, I do nothing at all.
I just fall into bed with my clothes still on.
I’m totally serious.
Then I get up in the morning,
take a shower, and head right back to work.
Zeynep, did I fall asleep just now?
I don’t know... Did you?
It felt like it.
Ersoy, you’re really funny.
What are you up to tonight?
I don’t know... I’ll probably sleep.
Sometimes we gather with some friends
to have a record-listening night.
We’re meeting tonight too.
My roommate has these unbelievably great records.
If you’re not too tired...
Huh?
We’re going one more round, right?
Dude, slow down. I’m telling you I’m exhausted here.
Really slow down. The poor kid is dead.
Hey, İlkkancım, this is fast-charging, right?
I can’t wait an hour for your crappy EV.
Dude, it’s probably already charged. It fills up fast.
EV this, EV that, where are you getting this stuff, man?
Seriously, an electric EV was all you were missing.
Remember that day Esra and I picked up Arzu by bus?
It really hit my pride.
Now I drive my EV to pick her up from home.
Then we go out to dinner. I wear my trench coat.
Oh, İlkkancım…
Could you please wear it one more time for me?
Come on, please... Don’t make me beg.
Please, let me see it once again.
I already tried it on at the shop. That’s enough.
Not enough, man. If it were, would I ask you again?
Please, don’t make me beg. I just want to see it once more.
I can even pay you cash if you want.
Come on, for God’s sake. Don’t let me down.
-Let me see it one more time. -Me too. I haven’t seen it.
Put it on, come on.
-Come on… -Alright, fine.
Good for you, man. That’s my boy.
Thank you so much. Yeah.
Ersoy, hold his jacket.
So good, yeah. So good. Looks great.
What is this, man, İlkkan?
Tie it. Fasten the front. Looks great.
So good.
-Did it work? -Walk a bit.
No… I want to see you walk in it.
Esra, scoot over there a second.
Let me set this aside, Esra. Yeah...
Go down there, walk up, İlkkancım.
-Sure, man. -Come from over there.
Why would I be intimidated by you, huh?
You tasteless, styleless, change-averse blockhead.
[Yılmaz] Wow, wow, wow! Here he comes, Mr. Handsome, Mr. Handsome!
Champion.
It’s horrible, İlkkancım. Please don’t wear this in front of anyone, please!
-Leave me alone… -Look, as your friend,
I’m telling you. Alright, I made fun,
but as a friend, I’m telling you. Please.
-You made fun of me? -I did, yes. Don’t do it.
-I’m serious. -I like it.
-Yes, it’s great. -Yeah, we had a laugh, but
it's great, but once we leave here… -It’s stylish.
…let’s remove it from our lives, I beg you.
Man, isn’t that Nezih?
I don’t know.
-[Esra] No way. -Hey baby, hey!
So Arzu is “staying with friends to study,” huh, İlkkancım?
[Esra] This is disgraceful.
Hello, friends. How are you?
So, what do you think, İlkkancım? Huh?
I did what you said, man.
I gave away the old bike and got this machine.
Shame on you, damn you! Unbelievable!
What’s going on, man? Why are you yelling?
What do you mean, “what’s going on”? Aren’t you my girlfriend?
Why are you kissing someone else on the neck?
Come on, no need to blow it up, İlkkancım.
We just went out for a ride.
Yeah, I see that, man.
A little “tour of indecency.”
Alright, calm down, don’t beat up Nezih. Take it easy, man.
You shameless woman. Aren’t you embarrassed, cheating on İlkkancım?
What business is it of yours?
You think I haven’t seen the messages you sent “Nezo”?
Nezih? Come on, you showed them?
Nezih? What’s that about?
She says she’s crazy about older men.
-She can’t live without mature guys. -[Yılmaz] The hell you say?
Says it’s really hard to find older men.
“You’re becoming more attractive by the day.”
-Aren’t I right, Esra? -Esra, seriously?
-Look, this is not my style. -She’s a snake!
But I’ll tear your face off right here!
-What are you saying? Huh? -Is that right?
-You think that’s good for you? -You’re cheating on İlkkancım
-and now you’re coming for me? -What’s going on?
-Everyone calm down! -I’m the real victim here!
-Calm yourselves! -Relax!
-Hey! -Don’t you dare!
-[Ersoy] Seriously, don’t. -[Yılmaz] This is so rude.
-What’s so rude? -Hear what she said about me?
Weren’t you calling him an old man?
-Saying he was Uncle Nezih? -[Yılmaz] Right, so…
Guys, could we focus on how stupid İlkkancım is?
-What? What? -You nearly k*lled yourself
just trying to make the guy younger.
-You’re a snake. -Shut it! You tried to make him younger,
-you busted your a*s. -[Ersoy] Let it go.
…You see the outcome?
-[Nezih] Wait, wait a second. -Arzu,
How are you reading my messages?
How’d you unlock my phone?
Come on, you had some face recognition or something.
I typed in your passcode, 1967. Got it right the first try.
See that, İlkkan? Get to know your girlfriend.
She’s been cheating on me with you!
Don’t shout at me, İlkkan.
You stole my feelings. You stole my time.
You said you were in a tight spot, I gave you 1600-1700 lira in cash.
But stealing my pajama idea to serve it up to this guy ruined me.
I didn’t steal anything from you.
Nezih saw it, he liked it. He asked, “Should I buy it?” and I said, “Sure.”
Pajamas or whatever, I didn’t even think of that.
So this is how it is now, huh?
Ah, all my effort!
Ah, my troubled head!
And let me tell you something, Nezih:
You can’t defeat time.
Look, İlkkancım,
-I have something to tell you. -Come.
-Listen to me for a second. -Come.
I’ve got a saying… -Look, every girl you meet,
...don’t bring her home next time. -[Nezih] The year on your ID…
…Try to get to know them. …is just a number, man.
-Okay? -Listen to some brotherly advice, c’mon–
What? I’m supposed to take advice from you now?
Tell me, what am I, bro?
A guy with no self-confidence, trying to look intellectual,
picking up random fancy quotes and selling them to his friends,
a womanizer,
neurotic but basically a good-hearted guy, or what?
Anyway, this…
This got too long, okay.
Brother Nezih, maybe you should get on your bike, ride away from here.
We’ll talk about this later. Come on, let’s go, İlkkancım.
-Okay. -Come on, let’s go, man.
-Let’s leave. -Hey!
I’m quitting, too, Nezih! Just so you know!
Ersoy, man, good for you.
What is this, man? Is that right?
That can’t be, man.
This is shameful!
Are we sl*ves or something?
Working 50 hours a week?
We have to beg like dogs for our pay. You’re eyeing people up, too.
Why don’t you just build yourself a spot on top of us and f*ck us properly!
Alright then!
Ersoy… Ersoy! Ersoy! He’s gone!
-[Esra] He left! -[Nezih] f*ck off, all of you.
-[Esra] Ersoy. -[Yılmaz] Dude…
-[Esra] Ersoy! -[Nezih] Come on, f*ck off…
-[Esra] Ersoy. Ersoy, get up. -[Yılmaz] Ersoy! Ersoy.
-[Esra] Ersoy. -[Yılmaz] What happened? Man…
-[İlkkan] What’s going on? -f*ck off.
[İlkkan] Ersoy.
-[Esra] Grab him. -[İlkkan] Lean him like this.
-[Yılmaz] Here, let’s… -[Esra] Ersoy, are you okay?
[Esra] Ersoy.
[Esra] Hold him.
[Esra] Guys, let’s call an ambulance.
-[Yılmaz] Did he die or something? -[İlkkan] Where’s my phone?
[soft rhythmic music]
Half of Nezih’s body is in a cast now.
He won’t be able to move for six months.
And he used the other half to text me anyway.
-He’s still pushing it, messaging? -Of course.
He’s not letting up. Unreal.
What did he say?
“I’ll consider your interest in me, my dark mare,” he wrote. How about that?
Well, Esra, to be fair…
Okay, Yılmaz, okay. Let’s not talk about it, please.
I got caught up in the illusion of your created monster—done deal.
Alright, that topic is closed for me.
But look, I have to clarify something:
There’s no “monster we created.”
Brother Nezih is a monster that İlkkancım created.
But if you ask me, “Who’s your monster?”
The monster I made lovingly with my own hands is my brother, İlkkancım.
He’s my monster.
How did the bike flip, anyway? He’s a big guy, pinned under it…
Oh right, you were passed out, you wouldn’t know.
Well, it didn’t happen suddenly.
It was this slow process…
He leaned the bike bit by bit, and got crushed under it in the end.
We don’t really know.
But that day, he was wearing really tight jeans.
Did you guys notice that? They were incredibly tight.
Probably they squeezed him so much it hit his heart.
Or I don’t know, cut off the blood to his brain or something.
His blood pressure shot up, blacked out.
Otherwise, he’d have handled that bike.
He couldn’t handle it, and I told you metaphorically
that this would happen, right, İlkkancım?
[soft music playing]
You know the difference between you and me,
right, brother?
When you’re right and I’m wrong, the feeling my wrongness causes in you is totally different
from the feeling your wrongness causes in me when I’m right.
You enjoy the thrill of winning when you’re right.
Whereas I enjoy the thrill of teaching when I’m right.
So we both get this sense of victory when we’re right,
but what happens when we lose?
You either feel the pleasure of winning or the pain of losing,
while I either win and enjoy teaching
or lose and still enjoy the lesson learned.
-You see what I mean? -Dude,
what the hell are you babbling about?
In this situation, who’s right? Tell me that.
-Okay, you’re right. -Exactly.
That’s all I’m saying, and it doesn’t hurt me.
-Good. -I learned something new
and grew more mature.
-Good for you. -Make it clear: what did you learn?
I learned I need to be more careful in my own midlife.
And…
And I shouldn’t give more value than necessary to every woman.
And…
[sighs] Fine. I gave that trench coat to Tanju.
Man, you should’ve given it to me.
I was going to give it to Zeynep as a gift.
I sent her a picture. She went nuts over it.
Wait, you’re still talking to Zeynep?
Yep. You guys aren’t?
No, we’re not.
Why not?
She was really into you, like she was heading toward love. What happened?
Yeah, but once I quit, I wasn’t busy anymore.
So she lost interest.
Told you she likes guys who are “busy.”
Turns out it was true.
So when I quit the job, stopped being busy, the relationship ended.
I tried faking being busy for a couple of days, but she didn’t buy it.
That’s how it ended.
Probably for the best, man.
Yeah, I guess that’s how I see it too.
It is what it is.
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