Winter Sleep Page #12

Let's have some tea. Sevda!

I'll go to the kitchen.

- Don't bother.

- No, my pleasure.

Are you studying?

Huh?

Yes.

- Which subject?

- Maths.

Do you like maths?

Yes.

What will you become then?

An engineer?

No.

What then?

A policeman.

Why's that?

Good evening, madam.

Good evening. And who are you?

Mother, Mrs Nihal

is our landlord's wife.

Did she bring the TV back?

No, mother.

That's a different matter.

Come, mother.

I want my TV back.

I watched the Imam.

Mrs Nihal is here for something else.

To wish Ilyas a speedy recovery.

- Sore knees?

- Aching.

- Let's cover them.

- No, I don't want to.

- All right.

- You don't take me to the doctor.

Mother, you're disgracing us

in front of Mrs Nihal.

- You refused to go, remember?

- Too crowded.

They can't look after me there.

I need a private doctor.

But please...

I said to go to a private doctor too.

You refused to go to our Samet.

You remember

what his mother did to me?

But the son isn't the mother.

The doctor has to come.

OK then,

I'll bring the doctor right here.

He'll take care of my mother here.

Sevda, give me my prayer beads.

I apologise.

No problem.

When young, we're tested for our

respect and later, our compassion.

God bless our elders.

"If youngsters could know,

if elders could do."

I don't want to keep you longer.

I need to talk to you.

Of course, please.

If you don't mind,

could we speak in private?

Of course, why not?

We could go in there,

but it might be a bit cold.

Fine, it doesn't matter.

Let's go in. Sevda!

Put some wood on the stove.

I'll bring your tea through.

- Thank you.

- Please.

How many rooms are there?

There used to be two.

Then we added this one.

We got permission

from Mr Aydin's father, Mr Sami.

So now, we have three rooms.

This is my room.

It gets a bit colder

than the other rooms.

But we built a fireplace

for when it gets very cold.

Fortunately, not this year.

That's right.

Mr Hamdi, I'd like to ask you

something, please.

Please do.

Mr Ismail, your younger brother...

- Older brother.

- Sorry.

What exactly does he do?

He hasn't worked for some time.

He used to work at the mine in Tozlu.

But unfortunately,

he got into some trouble.

He was in prison for six months.

And hasn't worked since.

If you don't mind me asking,

why was he jailed?

What did he do?

God knows, this is very embarrassing.

I'd rather you didn't

know us like this.

But I won't hide something

known to God.

Everyone probably knows anyway.

A few louts in town

were pestering his wife Sevda.

We only found this out later.

One night a loud noise woke us.

Ismail had stormed out of bed,

to chase someone in the street.

I'm ashamed to say,

they were stealing

Sevda's underwear off the line.

Ismail couldn't catch anybody.

But he took it out on Sevda.

The poor girl didn't even know.

Next day, in the market,

a few of the louts laughed at Ismail.

Ismail pulled out a knife

and stabbed one of them.

That's why he served

six months in jail.

Well, Ismail was always wild.

He was never really close to anyone.

But when he got out, he became

even more suspicious and wild.

He even stopped speaking to people.

And then they fired him.

He became more introverted

and started drinking.

He doesn't drink at home though.

So he's not working now.

We had to pay for the guy's operation

and compensation.

And our debts grew.

With only my salary,

and Ismail not working,

it got difficult.

We couldn't pay the rent.

Mr Aydin is right, of course.

We couldn't pay for a few months,

causing him problems.

But hopefully,

I'll find a second job.

I understand.

I hope it all works out.

I actually came to talk

about something related.

I won't take too much of your time.

It's already late.

Please take this and accept it.

What is this?

Open it.

What is this, Mrs Nihal?

Please don't misunderstand.

I want to give you this money.

Please take it.

Yes, but... I don't understand.

I mean, what is it for?

Why did you bring it to us?

Don't worry.

I don't want anything in return.

And I don't expect you

to pay it back.

Think of it as help from a friend,

and please accept it.

I'm terribly sorry, Mrs Nihal.

I really don't know what to say.

But this is a huge amount of money.

How can I accept this?

There's enough to buy a house.

- What would people think?

- Mr Hamdi.

No one needs to know.

This can stay between you and me.

Welcome.

Thank you.

- Sorry for disturbing you so late.

- Not at all.

Mrs Nihal is Mr Aydin's wife,

our landlord...

I know. They just told me.

What's up?

Ismail, why don't you

come and sit down?

Come, have a seat.

Mrs Nihal was worried about Ilyas.

She came to wish him good health.

That's why she came.

What's this?

Mrs Nihal brought that money

to give us.

Very kind of her.

For what reason?

Please don't get me wrong.

No special reason.

I thought you might need it, and so

you could get your stuff back.

What does Mr Aydin say about it?

He doesn't know.

He doesn't need to know, either.

Good.

But all this money...

isn't it a bit too much?

On what basis?

What made you think of this much?

- Look, I didn't think anything.

- Sorry.

I apologise. He's surprised, too.

Ismael, why not go

and wash your face or something?

No need.

Then I'll get you a coffee.

You better have one.

Mrs Nihal,

let me get you another tea.

This one has gone cold.

- Don't bother.

- Please.

Sevda.

Now...

Let's see...

if the math is right.

Now if this amount is...

for little Ilyas who risked his life

to mend his father's broken pride.

And if this is...

for self-sacrificing brother Hamdi

who had to go hand-kissing

because he looks after five people.

And if this is

for the drunkard father Ismail

who got beaten up in front of his son

disgracing himself and his family...

There's still some left.

If that is for our heroine Mrs Nihal

who tries to ease her conscience

by doling out charity

to those less fortunate than her...

then this money is just enough.

You got the sums right.

A truly kind thought, but...

you forgot something,

Mrs Nihal.

The person in front of you

is a filthy drunkard

incapable of appreciating

all your kindness.

I'm now looking at these.

I'm looking.

And I'm thinking,

man, this isn't a life.

It's a fire scene in a stage act.

No f***ing life, it's something else.

- True, very true.

- Am I wrong?

Right.

We have to stand straight.

We'll keep standing,

standing upright.

We'll say, "Come on, hit me here.

Hit me here."

We'll stand straight as befits a man.

We won't bend, cry.

Won't sob like a baby.

Stand upright.

That's what befits us, Mr Aydin.

There are certain moral values

and beliefs today.

They derived from religions,

which have already been rejected

by many people in the world.

If I reject the basis of such values,

why live a life based on them?

Our life would be a lie then.

Either support the foundation

of these values

or consolidate or create new ones.

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