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Now let me introduce you

to the number one person in my life.

Here, my true love.

My daughter, Masal.

And this lovely lady

with the short hair is Burcu.

Remember I told you about her?

Nice to meet you.

Lovely to meet you too, Masal.

Honey, you're so pretty!

I have to take a photo.

Here goes. OK, done.

Ah, it's come out great.

My mum, Necla. Burcu.

- Nice to meet you.

- You too.

I wish I could stay for a chat,

but we have school, as you know.

Be nice to Granny,

OK, sweetheart?

OK, Mum.

Mum, next time

ask Burcu round earlier, OK?

This time doesn't count

seeing as we're about to leave.

- Right, Granny?

- Well...

OK, OK. You'll have lots of time

to get to know each other.

Have a good day.

Burcu, I'm sorry.

What's up? Tossing out the red rose

so your mum doesn't guess.

Who are the roses from?

Here, a total psycho.

Ah! Not from him then?

Nine places I've been knifed for you...

But ninety-nine places

I wish I could kiss you.

What does that mean?

Well, it's that psycho.

My mum used to be a singer.

He was her boss.

When I say boss,

I mean her lover.

Anyway, he became obsessed with me.

He won't give up either.

I was just 17.

Ferhat and I were basically kids.

Not only did he break us up,

he forced me to...

Mum went crazy of course.

While he was on top of me...

...she stabbed him.

She stabbed him nine times

and still the bastard didn't die.

I wanted to die, but I couldn't.

I was pregnant. Pregnant with Masal.

No one knew of course.

Anyway, from then on,

every anniversary of that incident...

...he puts a single red rose

in with a bunch of 99 white roses...

...and sends them with that note.

OK, but Masal?

Mum thinks she's his.

But I was pregnant from Ferhat.

No one knew of course.

Well, does he know?

Ferhat?

No, he doesn't.

Still?

Sure.

- Aren't you going to tell him?

- No.

I don't understand the way fate works.

Why did we run into each other

after all these years?

But Masal is his kid too.

He really loves his wife, Burcu.

I couldn't do that to them.

Especially his wife.

OK, we met years later

and couldn't resist each other, but...

You know what we talked about

after making love the other day?

I said we had to stop

if he loved his wife so much.

- What did he say?

- He said we couldn't stop.

You know, this love is like...

Like walking to hell when you think

you've found heaven on earth.

Really.

- Do you wonder about her?

- Who?

His wife.

Would you like to meet her, say?

- His wife?

- No.

Let's say you met

without realizing it.

What would I do if I met her?

No idea.

I don't suppose

I could look her in the eye.

Say you really liked her.

Oof, I don't know. She'd cry

and then I'd crack too, I suppose.

- Would you be a threesome?

- How do you mean?

I mean would you agree to it?

You think she would?

Her?

No idea.

I mean, how would I know?

But I don't suppose she would.

So would you?

Me?

What does it have to do with me?

Well, you, me, don't we all

have the same story?

Oof! C'mon, drink up.

Where do you get these ideas?

My wife.

Sweetheart, what's up?

Zeynep. Zeynep, tell me what's up.

Are you done with the design?

We've lit the kiln today.

We can fire your first design.

Stick me in the kiln

instead, Hodja.

- They say passion is fuelled by fire.

- She's already cinders, Hodja.

I have a favour to ask you.

Go on.

I want you to meet him.

Well, OK,

but what am I supposed to do?

That's all.

I don't know,

you can give me some advice.

I'm tired of playing

the threesome game all on my own.

I mean this whole ex syndrome...

C'mon, you understand.

OK.

Tonight?

OK, sure. Tonight.

Can I ask you something?

Do you know the woman?

Me? Yes.

Oh...

From Facebook mishaps and stuff.

Well, does she know you?

Like you.

If only you hadn't met her.

Hello?

Shall we meet tonight?

I have a surprise for you.

No, I can't do tonight.

I promised a friend.

If we meet early?

Early evening?

I'll leave early.

All I'm asking is one hour.

Well, OK. But only one hour.

One hour.

You know what?

This place, this garden, the house behind,

they sold them all to our company.

I found the photos taken for the spec.

The guy who took them

got a photo of this bench.

This bench always turned up

in my dreams.

Nightmares, dreams of flying doves,

it didn't matter...

...this bench was always there.

Then one day she...

...I mean Zeynep, I dreamt I was sitting

here on the bench with her.

I thought my fate now is this girl.

Did you bring her here?

If only you had.

Then maybe

I'd never have run into you.

No, c'mon!

We can't make her

part of our fate.

Have a good evening.

Zeynep?

Welcome.

You look great.

The hair's gone

but it really suits you.

What's up?

What are we celebrating?

Is Ferhat coming back here?

No. He texted to say

he was in a meeting. So I...

You thought you'd surprise him,

but he left a few hours ago.

So let's call him.

No.

I...

I know.

You know?

What do you know?

Zeynep.

Honey.

- Son of a b*tch!

- Ferhat, no. Stop!

Hey, have some manners!

So you found the whore then.

ahin. So...

...she...

...that woman, in other words...

my husband's ex...

...Nazl... gl.

Look, I know her as 'Nazl'

without the 'Gl', the 'Rose' bit.

But don't think she's the prude

of her short name.

I mean, smell her

and she opens up like a rose.

Have you slept with her too?

Look, honey,

I just met her like this.

Well, she's an escort.

An esss...

An escort.

An es-cort.

An escort.

Is that it?

Do you think she's...

...better looking than me?

I said is she

better looking than me?

Look, Zeynep.

You're a beautiful woman.

God knows,

if you weren't Ferhat's wife...

So she's better than me...

...I mean in bed. Right?

Well, she's amazing.

Believe me, she's really amazing.

Better than me?

Zeynep, how do I know?

How can I compare you and Nazl?

I mean, you and I...

Mum, we're here!

I don't know what got into her,

she suddenly insisted on coming over.

Stay here tonight, OK?

Stay here tonight.

I'm going out anyway.

Zeynep!

Zeynep!

Your phone is ringing!

Zeynep, are you going to answer

or shall I?

Zeynep Hanm's phone.

Umm, sorry.

I wanted to speak to Burcu.

I guess you have the wrong number.

Ferhat? Burcu...

I mean is she...

Is she your wife?

Ferhat?

Ferhat? It's you.

Zeynep, what have you done?

Zeynep, what have you done?

What have you done?

Ferhat, what's up?

Why are you standing there?

Zeynep, who is Burcu?

No idea. Who?

Why is Nazlgl calling your number

and asking to speak to Burcu?

What the hell are you doing?

Trying to find out what the hell

my husband is doing behind my back!

Did you find out then?

Yes.

What?

I found out how much

my husband missed his ex!

That all the time he loved me

he'd never actually forgotten her.

When she...

When she was getting dressed up

to meet you...

...you know that dress you loved?

I chose it!

I told her you'd love it.

I said it gave her an old-world look,

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