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we'll have him call you.

I mean, when a dog comes in

we'll call. Do we have your number?

Yes. But I'd like to visit sometimes.

Let's be honest, you may forget me

and give the best dog to someone else.

Isn't that right?

God damn you! Shut up!

- What way was that to ask for a dog?!

- Man, what was that?!

What the hell was that?!

If she wanted the keys to the place,

I'd give her the whole thing, I swear!

But I tell you something.

That woman's hot for you.

- Would you...

- F*** off!

Listen! No, how dumb is that!

You're monogamous, huh? One of the few.

Adem, wise up, will you?

You've been with the same woman

You're caught up in the syndrome.

You should know that.

- Look, why did I ask you here?

- Why?

I need a nice, fancy solitaire ring,

but it has to be cheap.

A nice, fancy, cheap solitaire ring?

Sure!

Look, you know I'm strapped for cash.

If I go, they'll only fleece me.

You have connections and all that.

Tonight's our wedding anniversary.

So it's dinner with Didem.

The ring can be a surprise.

- You, wedding anniversary, dinner?

- What's wrong? Is it so crazy?

- No. So you're not coming to the match?

- No, I can't.

So wait, come to the stadium then,

and I'll give you the ring there.

- OK?

- OK.

OK? Right, I'm out of here.

We got a 49-year lease on the land

from the Foundations people.

They're here!

- Yes, mum?

- How about dinner tonight?

No, it's our anniversary.

We're eating in.

- I'll call back.

- OK.

The other property's out. If the risk

can't even be analysed I can't invest.

Next?

Tell them I'm not interested either.

And get an appointment

with the tourism ministry.

- Darling, these would look fabulous.

- Try going for darker colours, honey.

Mahir Bey, what's going on

with that old woman's property?

- Numan's trying to wrap it up, sir.

- Don't just try, wrap it up!

Yes, sir! The lady's grandson

is drawing up the paperwork.

Once we get that, we'll be

better placed to wrap up the deal.

Our guests from TM Architects.

- Congratulations, Didem Hanim.

- Thank you.

- To be honest you surprised me.

- Why?

I'd expect someone who dreamed up

the maze concept for a hotel...

...to be darker, more mixed up inside.

But you give off light.

Thank you, but you don't know

what I'm like inside.

- Well, sweetie, you like these?

- I don't know.

What do you think?

- Ah! Duygu, what's up?

- I wonder?!

- You slept with that waitress, right?

- When you say waitress?

- Can I get some meatballs?

- Sure.

No, his phone's off.

He'll come. He wouldn't miss the game.

C'mon, let's wait inside, Adem.

No, we said we'd meet here.

- Really? OK. How much is that?

- Ten lira.

- Our chef's good. Hope the food's OK.

- To die for.

Wonderful.

The project's just a draft.

I'll be working on it more.

I like that you read my interviews

and tried to figure me out...

...while you worked on the project.

The tastes of people I work for

really matter to me.

After all, the buildings are for them.

So your interviews were a good source.

Good. Fantastic.

I say the hotel will become an icon

of Antalya, or Turkey for that matter.

Now, since we have some momentum going

let's go see the property.

Mahir Bey, arrange the helicopter.

We'll be there in a few hours.

Be my guests on the boat tonight

and we'll talk details then.

Sure.

- Ayten, I can't do tonight.

- What?

- It's our anniversary.

- Is there a problem?

- Do we have to go right now?

- Yes, time is money.

Absolutely! Money is time. I mean,

time is money. But money matters too.

I'm so sorry. I really want to see

the property, but can we postpone it?

It's just, today is

my wedding anniversary.

All right.

We'll go another day then.

Let's not deprive your husband

of this special night.

- We'll go tomorrow or the next day.

- Thanks.

Chill! He's stuck in traffic. C'mon!

Wait upstairs. The game's starting.

- Didem Yilmaz?

- That's me.

These are for you.

Thank you.

Just a second.

For Didem and her lucky husband Adem,

Happy Anniversary! Cem Kantolu

- That's all I need!

- What's up?

- The battery's gone.

- Too bad.

- Adem, over here!

- Ali, where have you been?

Ali, over here!

- F*** off! You've pissed on me!

- Chill, I'm here! Sorry, excuse me!

- Look who rushed to get here!

- Don't take the piss. Here, your ring.

Give it here.

Ozan! The ring!

No, don't throw it!

The ring!

- Hello?

- Didem?

- Yes, mum?

- Your dad wants you.

- Why don't you say, woman!

- She's expecting you.

- Didem, love?

- Don't make me crazy! What is it?

- You're OK, aren't you?

- Give it here. Hello? Turn on the TV.

Turn to the channel showing the match.

Here's a scene

no one welcomes on the field.

It's a disgrace to football

and to Turkey.

We've had enough of scenes like this.

And as the camera now shows...

...these fanatic fans

simply can't be controlled.

Get off! The ring!

- The ring!

- Adem!

Be thankful Ozan's a lawyer

or you'd be stuck there all night.

But did you see him run?

Two more strikers like you

and we'd have won the game!

- Guys, my blood sugar suddenly dropped.

- Wait, OK.

- Can we get some crackers round here?

- Forget that, give me your phone.

- Your phone, c'mon!

- Here.

Ali, you've pissed on me!

How can I explain on the phone?

- Why did drag me to the match?

- What could I do?

- OK, come with me. We do this together.

- What?

I'll cook you a fabulous spread, huh?

Just the two of us. It'll be romantic.

You can get the wine.

We'll get drunk together.

I promise. From now on

I'll always stand by you.

Ah, is it you, honey?

Come in, guys!

Well? How was the match?

That last goal was kind of epic.

Did you have a good time at least?

Well, yes, it was awesome.

Thanks to the ref, we almost...

Didem, I was at the game,

but it's not like you think.

I saw, sweetie. You looked so cute.

All excited, bounding onto the field...

...wrestling with the police.

Where did you wash your face,

brave heart? You looked so flash.

- At the police station. The policewoman...

- Ozan!

- The police station?

- No, I was there to get the ring.

- Look, Didem...

- What ring?

I asked Ali to get a ring for you, OK?

So I went there to get it.

The jerk arrived late.

Then I dropped the ring.

A guy nabbed it, threw it on the field,

I dived after it and you saw the rest.

And he said he'd give it to me there

so I went to meet him.

I swear I got you a ring!

I see.

- Adem, shall we go?

- No, stay.

Bozo, out of here, boy.

- What are you doing?

- Packing, darling.

- What for?

- My project got the OK. You forget?

- So?

- So... I'm going to Antalya.

Antalya? Why? How come I don't know?

- What are you doing?

- Grabbing some chicken.

- Shame on you! The table's all set.

- Ali, I'm passing out from hunger here!

Didem, I asked you a question!

Why Antalya? What's this about?

Who do you think I'm talking to?

- Whoa! What's this?

- It's all gone.

- Who are you going with? Why Antalya?

- Cem Bey.

- Who's that?

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