Leyla!
-Leyla! -What?
-We have to go. -Huh?
-We'll miss the flight. -When was it?
-We'll miss the flight. -We have to go, dear.
Oh, okay. We have to go.
-See you. -Wait. How can I see you again?
Here you go.
See you.
THANK YOU, NEXT
How was your weekend?
Rock 'n' roll!
You missed out on a lot of fun, Sarp.
All the girls on that app of yours were there.
Here. Check it out.
Whoa. Look at this.
Very nice.
Wow. You're pretty fast, Ms. Leyla.
Who's the guy?
Şeyyaz. Leyla named him.
His name is actually Feyyaz.
I just couldn't remember his name.
"What was your name?" I was saying.
I happened to say "Şeyyaz" once, so it stayed Şeyyaz.
He was a meal fit for a king. Extremely hot.
So hot!
But he is.
You tasted him then?
-None of your business. -She didn't even give him her number.
The guy spent two days inching closer to us.
He's in the background of every photo getting closer and closer.
But our gal here just wasted this pretty boy.
He won't let it go, I'm telling you. He's going to find you.
Wanna bet?
-You in? -I'm in.
-I'll write it here. -Wow.
-And here. Right here. -Wow.
Have you had a chance to talk to Ömer?
Has he moved his stuff out?
I called and texted, but he didn't get back to me.
So I didn't insist.
Time to drink water.
Yes.
-Good morning. -Good morning!
-Good morning, guys. -Good morning, Uncle.
What's this? You'd all blow up if I struck a match in here.
I'm innocent. So is my baby.
Mother of the year.
Well, it must have been a wild weekend.
Operation "Treating Leyla."
Looks like it was a success.
And you're all back in one piece.
-Congratulations. -Thank God.
Great. So, why don't we go over this week, if you've sobered up?
-Yes, Funda? -Yes, sir.
No hearings this week.
You'll handle Birkan Holding's merger with the Spanish company…
GOTCHA!
…along with share transfer processes.
Mr. Cihan is at the Ministry this week. You'll go there tomorrow.
There's a meeting with the Qataris on Thursday.
HOW DID YOU FIND ME?
I have a pre-negotiation meeting with Taygun on Wednesday.
And Murat's copyright case is coming to a close.
Yes, we'll close it this week.
Great. Then, let's get to the point. Tuba Tepelioğlu is getting a divorce.
The husband wants a divorce, but Mrs. Tuba is the one filing.
WELL DONE
Until I ease my workload, I'll give this case…
I DESERVE A DINNER!
…to you, Leyla.
Watch it. This case is very important.
She'll withdraw her other cases if we mess this up.
All right, of course. God forbid.
Why don't you introduce yourself to her immediately?
To whom?
I just gave you Tuba Tepelioğlu's divorce case.
Oh.
Excellent. Great news.
-Hello. -Hello.
I'm Leyla Taylan. Attorney from Taylan-Somer Law Firm.
Please, come in. Mrs. Tuba is waiting for you.
-Mrs. Tuba, we'll take care of it. -Why? What is this?
Another pipe here? Huh?
Another one here, huh?
Here, here, here.
Another pipe here, huh?
What the heck? Do I need an architect just to plant something here?
Ms. Leyla is here.
I brought those seeds all the way from New Zealand.
Cem liked a plant there,
a fragrant flower with red and pink petals.
I took a handful of seeds and hid them in my suitcase.
It is forbidden to take them out of the country.
My heart was racing at customs.
It was supposed to be a surprise for Cem.
It'll be our third anniversary in September.
I figured they'd blossom by then.
Will the case be over by September?
Oh.
Please, don't.
Shall we have a seat?
Oh, dear.
Or just don't hold it in. Go on. Cry as much as you can.
Poor woman. Such a victim.
She's married to a serial killer.
The guy married three times. None lasted more than three years.
He kept getting married and divorced.
Babe, the poor guy is a great husband-to-be.
He couldn't break anyone's heart and married them all.
He's looking for happiness but can't find it.
So, all of his wives were bad, is that it?
Nah. The life span of love is three years, baby.
Narcissistic personality disorder.
They're all like this. I'm telling you.
-Leyla. -Yes?
Ömer hasn't taken his stuff.
Yeah, he pissed me off.
His phone is off. And he has Buddy too.
Right.
What's this?
-Şeyyaz! -Shut up!
Is that the "Şeyyaz ringtone"?
You're killing me.
-So, he's still there? -I think so.
-Where does he live? -I don't know.
Didn't you guys talk at all?
Their mouths were full.
He's coming tomorrow!
-Oh, my! -Hurray!
Şeyyaz is on a counterattack. He advances with the ball.
But an injury may occur at any moment.
He tells you to come, and you just go?
-None of your business! -She can.
Ömer's stuff is still here, man.
Let's see if it's really over yet.
Speak of the devil.
What are you guys doing here?
Excuse me, what are we doing here, Ömer?
Weren't you supposed to be in Çeşme?
Yes. We went there so you could pack your stuff.
And we came back today.
No, you told me you'd be back tomorrow.
On Monday. Is it Monday today?
-It's Monday. -It's Monday.
I'm sorry.
Leyla, I had a horrible fever Friday night.
I couldn't lift my head up.
And then we had this big project. I had to work on it.
My mom came to take care of me.
By the way, I bought a bed for Buddy.
Leyla, I'm sorry.
I apologize again.
Bring Buddy back as soon as possible.
Okay.
Wow.
Years of a relationship in two suitcases.
Do you want this too?
You never really wear it, but I can give it to you.
Keep it.
How about we talk about this once more?
Don't you think this relationship deserves another chance?
What relationship, Ömer?
The relationship that ended when you followed your dick?
-We were separated. -We weren't separated.
You left with your friends to think about our relationship.
We were supposed to miss each other.
I thought it was going to be all boys.
I didn't go there with the girl.
Whatever, Ömer.
You went separately and met there. Okay.
No. Whatever happened happened after you yelled "It's over" on the phone.
Yes, because I found out that there was a girl with you, Ömer.
I saw photos of you two snuggling on social media.
There was nothing wrong in that photo. It wasn't like that.
Okay, whatever, Ömer. Okay.
You lied to me
and slyly pushed this relationship to where you wanted it to be.
Don't do this. Please.
I love you very much.
For God's sake, Ömer.
You weren't even looking at my face while we were living together.
The last time we had sex, a dollar was 9.50 liras!
Leyla, I…
I still love you very much.
Goodbye, Ömer.
Okay.
The keys are here.
Shithead.
FADE IN, 9 P.M. I'LL BE WAITING TOMORROW
SARP.KORKUTER: TIME TO GET OVER LEYLA?
JERK…
FADE IN, 9 P.M. I'LL BE WAITING TOMORROW
OKAY, SEE YOU TOMORROW
FIND IT - IMAGE SEARCH
CEM MURATHAN'S RISE IN BUSINESS WORLD
THE MAN WHO TURNS HIS WORK INTO ART: CEM MURATHAN
Our guy married three times in 15 years.
His first wife was Defne Seyhun.
She must have been his childhood crush.
They got married before graduating
and divorced after four years.
Defne is an architect. She lives in the US.
She's married. Her surname is Richards now.
And she is a very beautiful woman.
The guy is very handsome too, man.
I would eat him up with a spoon. Even without a spoon.
Our guy lay fallow for six years after the divorce.
Fifty shades of single, huh?
Sarp is calling.
Oh, dear God.
-One hour and 20 minutes. -Great.
Then he married a woman called Nil Katmanoğlu.
They got divorced in the same year.
And three years ago, he married our girl.
Sarp is calling. Wait a minute.
Don't pick up.
He must be calling you because he couldn't reach me.
That shithead betrayed me last night to please Ömer.
I'll tell you later.
Hey, any news from the other guy?
Why don't you text him and say "Morning" or something?
Keep the ball rolling, Leyla. Come on.
And now Murat is calling me.
Let me see what their problem is. I'll call you later. Bye.
See you at work.
See you, darling.
FINALLY! SEE YOU.
LOCATION: ISTANBUL I'M HERE!
FUNDA MOBILE
Oh, no.
Leyla.
Şeyyaz is in Istanbul.
Tuba Tepelioğlu tried to commit suicide.
-What? -Yes, that's why Sarp was calling.
-Oh! -Yeah.
She was on heavy medication and had been drinking.
Let's start with a shot.
Come on. Chug it up. Up, up, up!
Chug it up in one go. Yeah. Wonderful.
Nobody should go in there. Leave her in peace.
-Don't tell me she's dead? -No, she didn't die.
She was hospitalized last night. They pumped her stomach.
And now she's back at home.
Hello. Is she upstairs?
-Yes, she's in there. -Okay.
Are you here to finish what you started?
Excuse me?
Don't hurt Tuba any further. Okay?
I didn't hurt Mrs. Tuba.
She was already deeply hurt.
I wonder how disappointed she was, how unhappy she was made.
She needs medication to survive.
But of course this won't end here, Mr. Cem.
Someone will pay for this.
Please, just focus on your job.
Don't stick your nose into anything else. Okay?
You know, you're my job, Mr. Cem.
Mrs. Tuba is my job.
Okay?
Arrogant jerk.
You're right, but let's not decide that today.
Give it a few days and let's talk then.
No, I won't change my mind. There's no need to waste time.
-Hello. -Welcome, Leyla.
This won't be as easy as Cem wants it to be.
This marriage won't end like pulling off a Band-Aid.
Mrs. Tuba is changing the protocol.
-She's called off the uncontested divorce. -Excellent.
Excellent, because the faster we pull the Band-Aid, the more it bleeds,
if the wound is still open.
Exactly. We're in no hurry.
-We're in no hurry. Blood for blood. -Blood for blood.
We're in a hurry for a check with six zeros, dear.
A case that was going to end within a month
has turned into a soap opera that will last for years.
-Good job. -But, Uncly…
She doesn't even want this marvelous mansion.
She just wants the hotel.
Tuba Tepelioğlu is that naive, is she?
That old hotel
is right in the middle of the huge Murathan Ranch.
Look.
There's no way he's gonna give it to her.
His ex would be right in front of him.
Can you imagine Ömer sitting in this kitchen every day?
I don't want to imagine anything.
Look. Is this too much?
Just tell me the truth.
Is it okay, or is it too much for the first date?
It's just right.
-You look beautiful, love. -Really?
But don't get too cozy.
-And remember what I said. -Okay.
And take this. This is vitamin C, 1,000 milligrams.
You'll be drinking. It'll help avoid fluid retention.
See, he still hasn't brought Buddy.
I can go and pick him up tomorrow if you want, huh?
Take a zinc pill before bed, and you'll be set.
-Okay. -When is this guy coming?
He's not coming. I'll take a taxi.
Whoa!
On the first date.
-What's his excuse? -He doesn't have one.
He said, "Don't bring your car." I said okay.
We'll meet at the restaurant.
Is he lazy? Is he broke?
-What does this guy do, anyway? -I don't know, Sarp.
For God's sake. I don't even know his surname yet.
They kissed first, now they'll get to know each other.
That kind of seems like a bad idea.
You know what? I'll stay, so everyone can be happy, huh?
Or let's go together. What do you think?
Please, relax, my love.
Keep your phone on.
Text the group chat every so often, send us your location.
You know what? Share your live location, and we'll follow you.
Live location, huh?
So, here I go.
-How do I look? -You're so beautiful!
-I'm leaving. Wish me luck. -Have fun! Bye!
TAXI
AUTOMOTIVE INDUSTRIAL PARK
CAR BATTERY SHOP CAR WASH
CAR REPAIR EATERY
TO: FADE IN 1 MINUTE
Sorry, I can't help you.
We're fully booked, all through the coming month.
Yes. It's that full. Thank you.
Sorry for keeping you waiting. Yes, in whose name was your reservation?
Şeyya…
Feyyaz…
Well, Mr. Şey…
-My name is Leyla Taylan, but… -Yes, follow me please.
Thank you.
Here you go.
-Here? -Yes.
-Okay. -Have fun.
Thank you.
Şeyyaz?
Thanks.
Do what suits you.
Let your life flow with you.
Love yourself as you are.
-Oh, my! -Trust your heart and your feelings.
Oh, he's good.
FUNDA: HE'S THE CHEF? CAN'T BELIEVE IT! SARP: WHAT THE HECK!
MURAT: WHOA! ESRA: OH! SO SEXY
Thank you.
My jaw dropped. Everything was so good.
-Thank you. -I'm glad you enjoyed it.
What is this?
Let's try this wine.
-What's this? -Riesling grape.
From Mosel vineyard.
It's really great.
I actually wanted to ask about the vineyard owner.
Şeyyaz.
JUDICIAL HOLIDAY CALLING
So?
Do you work every day?
JUDICIAL HOLIDAY WAITING…
Fuck, guys!
I accidentally texted the old group chat instead of you.
-What? What did you send? -What did you do? What did you text, dude?
"We have so much to learn from Leyla."
"Dump the ex, find the next."
"Kiss first,
meet later,
take him on a date at once, and rejoice!"
-Did Ömer see it? Did you delete it? -Sarp, delete the message!
I deleted it, but accidentally only for myself.
It's still there, and I can't take it back.
Oh, no! But wait. We all left that group.
-Who is in the group? -Who is still there? Who is the admin?
Ömer.
-God damn you! -God damn me, bro.
Smells good.
-Good morning, Chef. -Good morning.
-Coffee? -Liters of it.
I just got this.
Tanzania Peaberry. It's not coffee, it's a miracle. Try it.
Any type of coffee is a miracle for me right now.
-This is delicious, though. -Right?
Are you always up this early?
I ran away from the bed.
Small touches.
-Voilà! -There's always a "voilà," right?
Chef's table. Chef's toasted sandwich.
Let's taste our Chef's toasted sandwich.
What is this, man?
Delicious.
-But we have to go now. -Where?
-To the fish market. -At this hour?
Smell of fish?
I pick my fish myself.
Okay, Chef.
-Here? -Yes, there.
Thank you for this fast and delicious morning.
And thank you for sparing me the fish market.
Come on, I'll be late.
Well, well! All right.
-See you. -See you.
Congratulations.
Come on, Buddy. Let's congratulate Mommy.
What are you doing here?
What am I doing here?
Is that really the question? What I'm doing here?
Ömer, you can't even keep your balance. How did you drive?
-Give me that, please. -No!
-Good morning, Mr. Dursun. -Good morning, Dursun.
Don't touch us.
What was that?
"Dump the ex, find the next."
"Kiss first,
meet later."
"Take him on a date at once and rejoice!" Wonderful.
ESRA: IDIOT SARP MESSED UP
Who did you talk to?
Who did I talk to?
Right.
And here I was wondering how you shooed me away so easily.
-Turns out there's a reason. -Okay, why do you care anymore?
We broke up. It's over. I do whatever I want. Hand him over.
-Give him. -Shame on you.
Are you questioning me?
You're in no position to do that. Give me that.
-What? -You can't even keep your balance.
Wait a minute. My…
Look. There.
My footprint is still here, man.
What are you doing? You're embarrassing us. Come on.
You're doing that very well on your own.
Go.
You are such a cliché.
What are you doing with a punk like him? Huh?
-Sh! -You are such a cliché.
It's over. Okay?
You are nothing.
You are nothing to me.
It's over!
Leyla, I'm so sorry.
I swear, it was an accident. I'm a real dumbass.
I swear, it was an accident. It wasn't deliberate. I swear.
-Say something please. -Shut up.
-Ömer stopped her outside her apartment. -Fuck.
I thought that might happen.
He made a lot of noise.
-Good morning, guys. -Good morning!
Good morning, Uncly.
Is he really driving a Mercedes Pagoda?
-Did he call you too? -Come.
Can we have a coffee after work?
What are you doing?
First he bombarded me with texts.
Then I had to call him and we talked.
Uncly, I didn't cheat on Ömer.
He should have already moved his stuff out by the time I met that guy.
Leyla, Ömer is old news. Can I move on to today's topic?
You're going to see Cem Murathan.
You're taking this new protocol on Mrs. Tuba's new conditions.
I don't actually think he'll accept this, but we'll try anyway.
Yay!
It's my lucky day again.
-ARE YOU READY FOR TONIGHT? -YES
SEE YOU TONIGHT THEN.
LAST NIGHT WAS WONDERFUL. I COULDN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT.
ONLINE
OFFLINE
Hello. Is this Cem Murathan's ranch?
Yes, it is. But you need to walk the rest of the way.
-Why? -That's the rule.
Okay, I'll get out here. Thank you.
MURATHAN RANCH HOTEL
Mom.
I'm in a miserable state.
Can I call you later?
What?
He called you too?
Is he crazy or what?
No, Mom, I didn't cheat on Ömer.
We'd already broken up. Do you understand me?
No. We went to Çeşme on Friday.
Yes.
Mom, we broke up last week.
Yes, Mom. Okay.
Wait a minute, Mom. I'll call you later, okay? Bye.
Mr. Cem, I thought cars weren't allowed here.
If you're gonna play in the mud, be ready to get dirty.
Blood for blood, huh?
Blood for blood.