Istanbul Kirmizisi Page #2

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And sometimes the devil you imagine...

ls suddenly an angel.

OK. pal?

Orhan.

Orhan.

Life.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Ali.

Deniz's big brother.

Good to meet you. Orhan.

So, Mr. Orhan?

What does my brother write about

in his book?

Childhood memories.

ROrhances, friends.

Family. That kind of thing.

Great.

So we stand to be publicly embarrassed.

He doesn't say much about you,

don't worry.

You're in a paragraph or two, of course.

Of course.

Why would he write about me

staying here to look after mother...

When he was cruising around

London, Paris and Rome?

Deniz has it easy.

He pays the bill when it suits him.

As if money solves everything.

- It makes me sick.

- But when you want money for yourself...

It doesn't make you sick.

Good morning, everybody.

Good morning, Ms. Sreyya.

Good morning.

- Not that story again, darling?

I want a loan, mother.

Is that a crime?

Hello. Good morning.

- Good morning.

- How are you, Ms. Sreyya?

Good morning.

I'm Zeynep,

Mr. Deniz's assistant.

- We met at the party last night.

- Ah, yes. I remember.

- Zeynep, have coffee with us.

- Shall I sit over there?

I have the photos

Mr. Deniz wanted for his book.

Istanbul back in the 60s and 70s.

Thank you.

Is Mr. Deniz not around?

I expect he's asleep.

Still?

I'll wake him or he'll be annoyed.

Not so fast. I'll do it.

All right. You wake him then.

He didn't tell me to, though.

I'll take the rap for it.

Mr. Orhan.

I'd like to show you my work.

The Fish Within Me

and Judas Blossom Ladies'.

I've never been jealous of Deniz.

But he's so well-connected.

You'd think he could've helped me.

Would it be so hard, say, to use

a painting of mine in one of his films?

Of course

the originals are something else.

Well, they're different.

- Interesting.

- I'm so happy you like them.

Mr. Deniz isn't in his mom.

His phone's off, too.

You see if the boat's in the boathouse.

- I'll look in the garage.

- OK.

- Any news of Mr. Deniz?

- No, none.

Have you called his friends?

Clubs, bars, places he often goes.

I don't know...

The police, hospitals.

No! We never thought of that,

Inspector Colombo.

What's wrong, Sultan?

I want to ask you a favour.

Will you tell a small lie for me?

When we gel to the island

and find Deniz...

Will you tell him

that coming here was your idea...

That you need to crack through

your work here and get back ASAP?

There's no telling with him.

He might make a scene.

OK.

Deniz.

Deniz.

Deniz.

Neval, we'll never pan.

Farewells are for those who love with their eyes;

those who love with their hearts never part.

Deniz mote that in his book.

He talks about Yusuf, too, of course.

About that summer.

About two kids

innocently discovering love.

Deniz is like that.

When he wants people...

He'll embrace them

or push them away at will.

THOUGHTS ON DEATH

PREVENTABLE MASSACRE

I have lost everybody

Nobody has lost me

Bemuse nobody has owned me

Because I have belonged to nobody.

Deniz does this

when he's writing films.

He collects

all the material he can find.

Must be a heavy film.

Is Deniz that unhappy?

Aren't we all?

Good evening.

- Forgive me, I'm late.

- Welcome.

Thanks.

You didn't find anything, did you?

Unfortunately not.

- Please, have a seat.

- That's Deniz's place.

- Deniz sits there.

Mr. Orhan, sit at the end there.

Let me introduce

our dear family friends.

Betl and Gzin.

The famous aunties.

Glad to meet you.

He's working with Deniz.

On his book.

A man of culture and intellect.

Congratulations.

Thanks to Deniz

I know a lot about you.

I hope it isn't all good.

Well.

In his book...

Deniz describes this house

as full of women.

A harem of sorts.

You had a big part in his first 10 years

with his father not around.

Is Deniz writing a book now?

The boy's insatiable.

Nothing satisfies him.

Nothing is enough for Deniz.

Ms. Betl,

Deniz is especially fond of you.

Of course he is.

I bought him ice cream

at Baylan Patisserie every week.

Then when you found someone handsome...

You'd send the boy home in a taxi.

At least I had the men one at a time.

Sreyya, remember the three young men...

Pounding on the door one day

to see Gzin?

What slander!

Say that again and I'll sue you.

I'm so scared!

Sreyya threw you out of the house,

remember?

Who are you?

You haven't changed a bit, Sreyya.

Always opening your home to strangers.

How can you sleep at night?

What if he's a serial killer?

Or if he strangles you?

Do I look like a serial killer'?

Then how about staying with us tonight?

That way we can look into

who you really are.

No one is what they seem.

Don't the neighbours of serial killers

always say...

'Who'd have thought?

He was such a decent man.'

You come here one evening

and the next morning Deniz disappears.

Quite a coincidence, isn't it?

The truth

You arrived and Deniz disappeared.

What are you trying to say?

I have nothing to do

with Deniz's disappearance.

So you know Deniz has disappeared.

Ladies and gentlemen...

Everything is clear as day.

We don't know this gentleman

but there's no denying he's handsome.

But I know Deniz like a book.

They've made a deal.

They must have a secret retreat.

Who's to say

they haven't been together before?

Have you made a deal, huh?

Are you an accomplice?

What kind of game

are you playing with Deniz?

"Are You serious?

Look, I only came here to work.

Yes, if a family member disappears...

It may not be nice

having a stranger around.

But it wasn't even my idea

to stay here.

I'm sorry.

You'd better excuse me.

Enjoy your dinner. Good night.

Don't be offended.

We've a right to be suspicious.

Orhan Bey, we're only joking.

Didn't you realize?

Please sit down. For me.

Is it not a custom here to knock?

Is it so urgent?

Yes, it is.

- Yes?

- We told the police Mr. Deniz is missing.

To keep it from the media Ms. Sreyya

called an old police chief contact.

As you know,

with Mr. Deniz being a celebrity...

The media descend like vultures.

So they questioned us here.

But you must go to the police station.

I told them everything you said.

I'm saying that for the sake oi consistency

so you don't contradict yourself.

Why would I do that?

Well.

You never know with police business.

- We drank a lot that night.

- Mr. Orhan.

Louden

We drank a lot that night.

That's why I don't know.

I mean, I can't remember much.

You know, when you drink a lot-

No, I don't know.

I don't drink.

How does drinking a lot affect you,

Mr. Orhan?

What happens?

Do you not remember what went on?

Do you Pass out?

Do you do things you regret later?

No, nothing like that.

But, I don't know...

I'm a little muddled about that night.

I hadn't drunk for a long time.

I wasn't drinking at all.

That night was the first time.

It may be why I remember nothing.

I guess I crashed out in the garden.

Didn't Mr. Deniz wake you up?

How could he

let you sleep there outside?

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