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I think he called me once or twice.

Excuse me?

He called me once or twice but...

I don't know. It's all a blur.

Maybe I was dreaming.

Are you sure you've told me everything,

Mr. Orhan?

I've told you everything I remember.

Halis.

- Yes?

- How was the fish restaurant?

- Amazing.

- Always listen to your boss.

The best fish is the boss's wish.

OK, fix an evening there with Selda.

Whatever you say.

What's going on?

I presumed we were done.

Sit down.

Sit down.

I suggest you stick around

for a few days.

I want to go back to London.

Better if you don't for the time being.

Look, I came here

to work with Mr. Deniz...

And he isn't around.

I don't see why I should stay

given that I can't work.

What's the rush, Mr. Orhan?

Why do you want to leave the country

so fast?

Are you accusing me of something?

No.

But you were the last person

to see Mr. Deniz.

So you're a key witness.

Think carefully about that night.

Sometimes a word is enough

to uncover a clue.

A sentence.

Try to remember.

Maybe see you again in a few days.

Can I have my ID back?

Here you are.

Can you pass forward a fare for one?

Can you pass on a fare for one?

Excuse me, a fare for one.

Mister, can you pass forward

a fare for one?

A fare for one.

Can I gel out here?

OK. Can I get a fish sandwich?

What do you want from me, a**hole?

Get out of here.

Get out of here!

F*** Off!

F*** you!

You found the place OK?

Sure, no problem.

What did the police ask?

What Deniz and I did that night.

As the last person to see Deniz,

I'm told I'm a key witness.

But I don't think I was.

I heard Deniz calling me in my sleep.

There was someone with him.

Who?

I've no idea.

I just saw what he was wearing.

So did you tell the police?

Uh-uh.

I thought it was a dream.

I only realized it wasn't when I saw

the guy there after my interview.

And then I followed him.

What was he like?

My height, 40 or so, brown hair, thin.

He had this long hair.

A patchy beard.

- Yusuf.

Sharp, piercing eyes.

- Yusuf?

- Uh-huh.

But Yusuf is dead.

Deniz says so in his book.

Great.

Yusuf will go ballistic when he hears that.

Could he have done anything to Deniz?

Yusuf only harms himself.

Where is he?

Where's Deniz?

Why should I tell you?

So you know where he is.

What did you tell the police?

What's it got to do with you?

OK, why did you come to see Deniz

that night?

Yusuf, please say something.

Why did you come over?

For you.

As a surprise. He said

you'd be blown away to see me.

He was laughing like an idiot.

Then we had a fight and I cleared off.

So he was planning it.

Deniz wrote that you died in his book.

That's what I thought.

I guess he wanted to see my face

when I saw you.

So how do I die?

Suicide.

Or that's how it comes across.

So he even decided on my death.

Why do I kill myself?

He doesn't say.

But he portrays you so beautifully.

It's so full of feeling, so genuine.

Sure.

Deniz has to lie to be genuine.

What else does he say?

He talks mostly about your childhood.

Deniz is stuck back in those days?

Aren't we all?

If only I hadn't come that night...

Or...

I'd never left him.

I wish, I wish, I wish.

If only we hadn't swam together

or held each other.

If only I'd never met Deniz.

If only I'd never met Deniz.

No, stick it in your pocket.

- It'll make you feel better.

Stick it in your pocket.

I was worse than you.

Come on, get up.

Congratulations.

So you made it through.

And you recovered, huh?

Well, where did that get you?

Huh?

Have you been able to forget the car?

Or are you stuck back there?

In the car.

Where are you running?

Are you scared of the living?

Zombie!

Zombie!

I don't know

what he said or did to you.

But please don't be mad at Yusuf.

If you got to know him.

If only you could.

What did Deniz tell you about me?

Why'?

Never mind.

You keep it.

It's pan of the book you're working on.

'Neval, we'll never...'

So he wrote those words on a card

he sent you from Rome.

When you love someone...

You hope that they love you back

in the same way.

You imagine that you both have

the same feelings.

But the truth

is a whole different thing.

You can never know

what's going through their heart.

And it's never...

The same as what's going through yours.

See that shop back there?

The clock shop?

It was my father's shop.

I spent my entire childhood there.

Really? Whose is it now?

Shall we go in

and pretend to look at clocks?

Would you like to?

Wouldn't it be nice?

Another time maybe.

Neval Barias.

I apologize.

To all of you.

I had a nightmare.

Hopefully not one you have often.

Or you'll bring the house down on us.

Mum, if there's nothing to do,

I'm going to bed.

- Good night.

Of! you go.

Good night.

Sleep well.

Sultan, you can tidy up here tomorrow.

Sweet dreams, Mr. Orhan.

OK.

You are OK, aren't you?

Sleep well.

Good night, Ms. Sreyya.

Even when Deniz is this age

I still can't sleep until he's home.

I listen to him walk up the stairs,

along the corridor and open my door.

I pretend to be asleep.

He knows, but pretends not to.

He lies down gently beside me.

Sometimes we fall asleep like that.

Ever since he was born

I felt I always needed to protect him.

It's a strange feeling.

A constant pain.

I don't know your story.

But I know pain.

Pain either alienates people

or binds them together forever.

Deniz recognizes a person in pain.

He was aware of the bond between you.

Deniz chooses people.

He always has.

They've found a body in the Bosphorus.

We'll go to identify it tomorrow.

I'd like you to come, too.

Sreyya Soysal-

Mother, I'm coming with you.

Al times like these

I'm sorry I gave up smoking.

Ali Karabulut.

My child!

Welcome.

Thanks.

You came up the stairs so fast.

I didn't want them to wilt.

You shouldn't have.

Thank you. They're beautiful.

- So are you.

- No, I'm just my normal self.

Make yourself at home.

I'll be fightback.

- You have a beautiful place.

- Thank you.

A fabulous view, too.

But let me warn you.

Don't expect a sumptuous dinner

like one of Sreyya's.

The smells from the kitchen aren't bad.

Anyway at Sreyya's,"

Sultan does the cooking

and Sibel lakes credit for it.

Hello, welcome.

I'm mer, Neval's husband.

Welcome.

- Good to meet you.

- You, too.

Please, have a seat.

Make yourself at home.

Orhan, Sony.

I haven't introduced you.

mer, my husband.

I came across your book a year ago...

Thanks to Deniz.

And I really liked it.

You bring the reader a modem take

on stories from the oral tradition.

Neval read it first.

Then she insisted I read it, too.

And she was right.

You didn't say you'd read my book.

Didn't I? I guess I forgot.

The book's a real treat.

I would so love to have been...

Free like a writer

and not tied to anyone.

We architects usually gel bogged down

in endless numbers and fomulae.

I'm truly envious.

No need to be envious.

I gave up writing a long time ago.

Are You serious?

Why'?

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