Istanbul Kirmizisi Page #5

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That's where they're going.

- OK.

- Thanks. Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- Bless you.

Our soldier is the greatest!

Our soldieris the greatest!

Your bus is leaving soon.

- Thank you very much. Really.

- You're welcome. It's nothing.

They wondered...

What was going on in the hodja's house.

Everyone was seized with curiosity

when he didn't answer the door.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Of course not. Please.

- Don't gel up.

Deniz keeps a packet of cigarettes

in here.

For when he quits.

Will you have one?

Zero willpower.

The time's come

for us to leave this house.

I was going to move out

to a hotel tomorrow anyway.

I'm not clearing out this room

until Deniz comes back.

Stay here.

OK. Sure.

Yilmaz didn't want him.

He got upset by his barking.

One day he took him away.

We never saw Tommy again.

But Deniz didn't stop waiting for him.

Waiting.

Fantastic.

And that director's so intriguing.

That red waterside mansion

that appears beneath the sky...

And almost scares you at first.

The homeless man

who's only worried about his paper.

Everything that's beautiful

about Istanbul, all its melancholy...

That hard-to-describe muffled quality...

It's all there in what you've written.

It would make a great novel,

you know that, right?

But look.

There's something more important

than any of that.

Don't go.

I asked you here

to share the decision I've made.

I thought it over

and couldn't find any other solution.

I'm going to finish Deniz's book.

I spoke to him about the book.

I know exactly what he wants.

Stop talking

as if Deniz won't come back.

Do you know something

you aren't telling?

Wake up, Yusuf.

Deniz won't ever come back.

What do you know?

What are you talking about?

Don't act innocent,

you of all people, Neval.

You know as well as I do

that Deniz is dead.

All three of you know.

What we don't know is...

Was it an accident or suicide?

Don't be ridiculous.

Deniz would never kill himself.

Maybe someone decided

it was time...

- He left the stage.

- You a**hole.

Who'd want to kill Deniz?

You would know.

Who got the stuff for him?

Come on. Let's hear it.

- F*** you.

Tell us.

Who got Deniz mixed up with scum?

All you can do is run, junkie.

Let's hear it, Mr. Yusuf.

Yusuf.

Just look at your face.

You had a snort before coming, huh?

Maybe even here in my bathroom.

You're nothing, Yusuf. Nothing.

I don't know what Deniz saw in you.

Maybe he was just a slave

to his sense of pity.

Why are you still following me?

You're closest to him.

What do you know about us?

What Deniz mote in his book.

Your childhood.

We learned a lot together.

How to

How to touch, to caress.

What's harmful

and how harmful it is.

Have you ever tried

to swim the Bosphorus?

Never even considered it.

The Bosphorus

was my only victory against him.

As a boy...

I used to ask him to race me

across the Bosphorus.

He'd give it a try. Then...

He'd get scared after five meters

and turn back.

I swam across plenty of times.

It's not easy. It's tough.

Dangerous.

But phenomenal.

To go to the heart of the city,

to be a part of it.

Of Istanbul.

To be a pan of Istanbul.

He'd wait for me on the shore.

Because he knew he could never do it.

My darling.

My boy.

Our Yusufs gone.

He talked about you all the time.

Any excuse and he mentioned you.

Deniz, Deniz.

He always talked about you.

Ms. Sreyya.

The car's waiting.

Goodbye, Orhan.

Mr. Orhan.

I hate to trouble you, but...

Remember to shut

the doors and windows tight.

I hate you.

You can't know...

How much I hate you, Yusuf.

As always, you got me all wrong.

You think I'm using you.

- Orhan?

- Hello. How are you?

- Am I disturbing you?

- No. I'm fine.

I found a letter Deniz wrote Yusuf

on his laptop.

He must have written it

just before disappearing that night.

It's really fazed me.

I wanted to share it with you.

- So read it.

- No. I can't on the phone.

Can we meet?

Where are you?

Orhan, I can'! come.

Sony, I should 've let you know,

but I couldn't do it.

I tried. I set off.

- But then I turned around.

- I'll come wherever you are.

I'm almast home.

Where are you, Neval?

What did Deniz write?

- Neval, where are you?

- I told you. Close to home.

Stay where you are, OK?

You're breaking up.

- I can't hear you properly.

- OK. I've stopped.

Mia! did he write?

The letter starts like this.

I hate you.

You can't know

how much I hate you, Yusuf.

As always you got me all wrong.

I miss you

and you think I'm using you.

I thought that in loving you

it was me against the whole world...

Whereas you were just against me.

You think you've been abandoned.

But it's you who won't

surrender yourself to our love.

Love.

I'm not afraid of the word.

Are you?

Why do you say

you hate yourself and me?

Why do we have to punish ourselves

because others have punished us?

We need just one thing.

And that's a little courage.

I think I have it.

I'm not afraid of you.

I'll rise to your challenge. I'm ready.

How about you?

I'm sorry you couldn't come, Neval.

I wanted to see you.

Tommy.

Always Tommy.

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